#I've completed so many things already and unlocked so many secrets

[sovonight]

since i've written radri's whole ace discovery journey i felt like making notes

waiting: normally this is the kind of scene where i'd have the "wait i'm ace" discussion, but that discussion already takes place in the "recognition" comic set after this (bc i'd made the comic before i knew i was going to fill out so many more blanks for them), so i had to go the route of radri not knowing/being able to clearly define what she feels yet.

i'm kind of glad for that, really; i'd thought about retconning the recognition comic, but every take i had on radri or xan bringing that discussion up here just didn't feel quite right. also, i was mainly considering retconning bc i was worried about what someone might think of radri for walking into a life-altering bond without knowing before the commitment is made that she won't be able to follow through on sex--and i was like wait. stop. that's such a stupid thing to hold against someone

reading it back, i don't know if i made it obvious enough that what she's feeling isn't just nervousness--that weight in her chest is her knowing that deep down the answer is no. following it up with her clear desire for their bond shows (hopefully) that she does know what she wants, and thus what she doesn't want--she's just not able to recognize or verbalize the latter in the moment

also, i like that xan's clearly able to read her (he correctly recognizes that she's afraid) but he's also so nervous and in his own head about it that he projects his own worries onto her fear/hesitance. yeah i know... i wrote it... but i just like having xan be both right and wrong

recognition: this was prompted by a banter between jaheira and imoen, where jaheira tries to give imoen a talk about contraceptives and imoen acts completely clueless; i saw that and was like oh, i could definitely use this to have radri pick up on that cliffhanger with xan. i don't have a solid explanation for why jaheira's waited this long to bring it up with radri, since in general i would've expected this to happen shortly after radri & xan's very public confession of love, but let's say jaheira knows radri well enough that she can tell that it's only after the bond that radri's started thinking about it. (also, i bet after radri & xan shared their first kiss radri went around beaming secretively to herself and jaheira was internally like "they've done it, haven't they" only for radri to confess that they ~just kissed~ for the ~first time~. at that point i think jaheira readjusted her mental timeline for them)

anyway, xan's part in the lead-up to this is that he recognized she was ace and then accepted it wordlessly. honestly i think he saw it as such a non-issue that he didn't think radri would still be worried about answering his request. also, in his mind he's already gotten his answer; he said that sex can wait until she wishes for it -> he recognizes through the bond that she does not wish for it -> sex will happen never -> ok, moving on

desire: i wrote the draft for this in 2 mornings and it was one of the most surprisingly effortless sequence of events i've written for them (unlike "waiting," which was a struggle all the way through, but i guess that was mainly due to how i wanted to keep as much of the original material as i could).

i tried to write it in a way that showed that this isn't unlocking sexual acts for them--the act just happens to be the right backdrop to let them share everything else they do in this fic. y'know? any sort of sequel to this scene isn't going to be the next rung up on the sexual progression ladder, but just more discovery and intimacy.

[vcaart]

woaaaah that dangan oc looks so cool i wanna know more about them..

(i'm assuming you're talking about Uchitase)

HE IS LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS IVE EVER MADE HE IUST ASGSGHAHD

He and Aki are two of the first dangan ocs I've ever made, like I made them all the way back in 7th grade. and BOY HAVE THEY OCCUPIED MY BRAIN A LOT SINCE THEN

Uchitase is one of my favorites especially because he's the first killer I mapped out the crime for, as well as the first character I wrote the execution for (Which I'll include at the bottom of this, but it's old so don't expect it to be good or very accurate lol)

Here's some things I could think of off the top of my head (CW: Murder and mentions of dissection) (also there's a lot you've been warned)

Before being selected as an Ultimate student, he went to a prestigious private school near his home, per his own and his guardian's wishes. He came from a very wealthy family, and formed a love for collecting at a very young age from the spoiling of his grandparents. As he got older his love for collecting grew more and more, and even though his grandparents didn't spoil him as often anymore he picked up as many side jobs as he could to earn the money to buy the items to complete his collections.

As for the reason beyond just a hobby? It was one of the only things that made him happy at that point. The spoiling from his grandparents was only them trying to buy his love despite their neglectful nature, and his parents had long since passed due to an unfortunate accident. Soon enough, his "hobby" turned into an obsession, and his morbid curiosity got the best of him.

Like Korekiyo and Syo, he's one of the characters that were killers before the killing game (not counting Maki or any of the remnants). He started off by collecting small animals that had strange festures, and he's cardfully dissect them and preserve whatever he found interesting. Of course that was never enough. When his grandparents died, he didnt inform anybody of their passing. Instead, he dissected them and studied what he found, and preserved what he found interesting.

So, he found a new thing to collect.

It started with buying organs from the already deceased soon after his 18th birthday, but he found that was never nearly satisfying as collecting them for himself. It went from corpses, long since dead, to unwilling victims over the years. He resorted to killing if he couldn't buy something he wanted to collectfrom the person, and he'd kill if he found something of interest about a person. Anything to complete his collections.

Dark backstory or smth oooh

Despite this he isn't really mean, I guess? He's actually quite polite and friendly, or at least that's how he acts to other people. Of course he's a bit off putting, and has an obsessive personality that is rightfully seen as deranged and unhealthy. I don't know exactly how to describe him, but think SCP-049 and Korekiyo? But like, in a polite british boy way. (I'm so good at describing things guys)

In the killing game he was the second killer, and it was because of the return of the secret motive. His secret? Not only did he dissect his grandparents, he was the one who kiled them.

The killing game already had him on edge, being on the opposite end of the knife already had him close to snapping (if he hadn't already.) But this was the final straw.

He created a locked room mystery, trying to frame it as suicide. He poisoned the victim and locked them in the kitchen until they died, using arsenic so it worked fast enough that the victim wouldn't be able to escape. He didn't have anybody specific in mind to murder, but there was a participant he wasn't quite fond of. So he left a note under Eisuke Jun, the Ultimate Tattoo Artist's, door, asking him to meet him in the newly unlocked bar area. Eisuke, while having his suspicions, came anyways. But he came prepared, unbeknownst to Uchitase.

Uchitase simply planned to poison his drink, and set up the scene like Eisuke had purposefully taken his life. He even forged a suicide note beforehand. But Eisuke refused to take a drink, obviously suspecting Uchitase had poisoned it. But he had also told the othwrs beforehand he didn't drink, a conversation Uchitase had missed.

Instead of calling it quits for that night and trying again with a different contestant, he waited for Eisuke's head to be turned away and brought a bottle down over his head to disorient him. He forced the arsenic mixed alcohol down his throat, not caring if he choked on it at this point just as long as he got some of it ingested.

Eisuke had brought a weapon of his own though, a pocket knife he stabbed Eisuke in the thigh with out of self defense. But it wasn't enough, it was too late.

Uchitase strangled him until he was sure he'd no longer be able to fight back, and hid himself in the supplies closet until he was sure Eisuke was dead, or at least unconscious. He quickly cleaned up the scene, doing his best to clean the blood and vomit up and readjusting Eisuke's body back onto a bar stool with his head on the counter. He poured the rest of the bottle down the drain, as well as a second bottle to make it seem like Eisuke had drank it all, and set the forged suicide note by his head.

He locked the door and lodged a chair under the handle, before fleeing the scene through the vent on the far side of the room. He escaped into the boys bathroom, and washed himself off in there, and made his way back to his dorm as if nothing had happened.

He was seen walking back to his dorm, but he was seen leaving the bathroom so he secured that as his alibi.

If only he had a reasonable excuse for the wound on his thigh and the discarded pocket knife in the trash can.

...

Execution (VERY old, I made this back in middle school so you've been warned):

"Puhuhuhuhu. All the votes are in!”

Fujiko glared at the ground again, “Just get this over with.”

The wheel spun round, and round, and round, until it settled on a pixel picture of a person with light blue hair, a maroon jacket, and only one eye showing.

Uchitase Tanobu

“NO! NO NO NO NO NO!!!” Uchitase screamed and clamped his hands over his ears, “THIS ISN’T HAPPENING!!! PLEASE NO-”

“Looks like it’s time for Uchitase’s punishment!” Monotan lifted up a mallet and a button lifted up in front of him.

“NO! I CAN’T DIE YET!!” Uchitase screamed, pleading with his eyes.

“Give up, Tanobu. It’s over.” Natsuki looked at him, not showing any emotion.

“IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME!!!” Monokuma smashed the button with the mallet.

Uchitase Tanobu has been found guilty!!

Time for punishment!

A collar came down and clamped around his neck and another one came and clamped itself around his waist. Small needles where in the waist clamp, poking into him as he screamed and got dragged back so quickly, he didn’t even touch the ground. A door opened and immediately closed when he was in the room, the clamps unlocking and disappearing through the ceiling.

The room was a small rectangular room, the walls and floor made of old cracking cement. Almost like the walls of a bridge on the highway. Except neon pink blood streaked the walls and floor, some places it looked like somebody was stabbed or decapitated. Shelves lined the two longer walls and where filled with items covered in blood or jars with various organs or body parts in them, some had broken and formaldehyde spilled off the shelves in puddles.

He was on his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath, when a foul odor caught his nose. He put a hand over his mouth and tried not to throw up, he looked up only to see decapitated heads of his classmates mounted on the wall, rotting. He immediately looked down only to see a small screen just at his eye level on the wall. He started reading it.

Start!!!

He looked at it confused then it changed and read something else.

Find the scissors used to chop off victims tongues

He looked at it terrified. He was confused and looked at it a bit longer, hoping for more clarification. But it only showed a countdown timer.

5:00

4:59

4:58

His eyes widened and he quickly got up, getting dizzy for a second. He turned around only to see shelves full of items, although they all looked like they had to do with the murder of somebody. Fresh pink blood splattered the shelves and floor, and the light above him flickered. He stood confused, not knowing what to do. Then he spotted a pair of scissors next to a jar of human tongues in formaldehyde. He was on the verge of puking and he went over to go pick up the scissors. He grabbed them and held them shakily, dried blood stained them. The timer stopped at 3:46 minutes, and then the screen showed different words again.

Find the pocket knife used to slit victims throats

He saw the timer start counting down from 3:56. His eyes widened in realization, the timer doesn't reset. He had no intention of figuring out what happens when it gets to zero, and looked around, his hands were sweaty and shaking. But before he could even move to go look, a pair of scissors flung at his foot, impaling it. He screamed in pain and fell to the floor, clutching his foot as bright pink blood seeped out of his boot and drenching his sock and soaking the inside of his shoe. He ripped out the scissors and threw them across the room, then shakily got up, gritting his teeth. The timer was now counting down.

3:46

3:45

3:44

He looked around, he spotted a pocket knife covered with blood and limped over there, falling a few times. He grabbed it and held it tight, but the timer kept going. “WHAT?!? I HAVE THE KNIFE!!” But the screen showed new words:

Wrong One

2:52

2:51

“DAMN IT ALL!” He threw that knife at a wall but before he could even look again the same knife had found a home in his arm. Warm liquid trickled down his arm and before he knew a burning pain shot through him.

He fell over and gripped his arm, he ripped the pocket knife out of his arm and threw it aside. Blood soaking his shirt and sticking to his arm. He looked up woozily at the clock, and knew he had to hurry. He gripped a shelf and pulled himself up and grabbed a random knife he was pretty sure was a pocket knife, and the clock stopped ticking.

He sighed in relief, and time after time, again and again, he continued to find items only to get more hurt. He looked up slowly, his vision blurry. He gripped a rope in his fist and leaned on a shelf, stinging the cuts on his hand. One of his legs where gone and one of his eyes had a needle in it, fresh blood staining everything. The screen read one last thing in red lettering.

Last one!!!

Find the axe used to decapitate victimsHe turned around slowly and saw the axe across the room. A new hope in him he tried to hurry over to get it. He crawled across the floor, dragging himself by grabbing the shelves. Blood pooled beneath him and he dragged the hot pink liquid behind him. He stopped moving when he heard a beeping in a happy little tune. He turned around to look at the timer, eyes wide in fear. The timer was up.

“Nononononono NO NO NO!!! I’M NOT DONE!! I NEED TO LI-” He was cut off by an axe swinging from the wall, blade swung towards his neck at an alarming speed. His eyes widened in fear and his head rolled to the floor. His light blue hair falling in front of his face and his pink and yellow eyes seemed to be filled with pure, hopeless, despair.

The room blacked out and when the lights flickered back on, his head was mounted on the wall along with the others, blood leaking from the stump of his neck.

...

OKAY IM SORRY THAT WAS A LOT IM DONE IM DONE

[ideas-on-paper]

Antonia's dialogue about the Gold Coin Tree

Thanks to a post by @lopposting, I learned about Antonia supposedly having some extra dialogue about the portrait you find in the hideout of the Black Rabbit Brotherhood, provided you talk to her first after obtaining it. I was curious to see this for myself, and since I'm currently on my NG+ run, I used the opportunity to check.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get Antonia to share any bonus dialogue about the painting, so if it's there, I don't know how to trigger it. (If anyone does, please leave me a hint!) I did, however, coincidentally stumble upon some dialogue Antonia has about the Gold Coin Tree and the Alchemists that I was completely unaware of until now.

To get this dialogue, you need to unlock the Gold Coin Tree (take the lift in the Malum District Town Hall) and then go to Antonia and speak to her. (During my first playthrough, I made the mistake of picking up the portrait in the town hall and turning around as soon as I saw the lift, since I thought it would take me to an unknown area. As a result, I got the conversation where Antonia gives you the key to Rosa Isabelle Street first and ended up missing this one.)

Upon talking to her, you'll get the following dialogue:

Now, this dialogue is very interesting for a variety of reasons, especially since it might support certain lore theories I've seen around. I'll put the more detailed discussion under the cut, since it goes into spoiler territory.

[Spoilers ahead!]

So, the first thing we learn is that Antonia was aware that the tree was there all along - makes sense, considering she also knew about the hidden underground tunnels. In fact, I'd be more surprised if she didn't know it was there, since Antonia knows more about the hotel's secrets than anyone else.

More interestingly, Antonia mentions there was infighting among the Alchemists:

"The Krat Disaster caused the Alchemists to fight amongst themselves. Many people died or went missing. That's the real tragedy of the Rose Estate."

This dialogue has led to the theory that the mysterious Rose Estate incident was a coup instigated by Simon Manus to dispose of Valentinus as a leader, and having seen the full dialogue for the first time now, I feel inclined to agree. Also, I'm not sure, but since Antonia says the "Krat Disaster" is what caused the Alchemists' internal conflict, does that mean the Puppet Frenzy and Petrification Disease outbreak already occurred before the Rose Estate incident?

Regarding the Gold Coin Tree itself, Antonia says it reacts to Ergo somehow - I guess that's why P can pick fruits from it? (But if you need large amounts of Ergo to harvest the fruits, how was the Black Rabbit Brotherhood able to steal them? Then again, they do mention the Gold Coin Fruits aren't easy to get in their notebook…)

From both Antonia and Sophia's accounts, it's obvious that the Alchemists wanted to do something with the Gold Coin Fruits - the question is just exactly what. Perhaps it has something to do with the Saintess of Mercy Statue. The notebook of Alidoro (presuming it was written by the real one) mentions the tree being "used on humans". Could that mean that the fruits can be used with the statue to revive dead people somehow? (I wrote some stuff about that here, and how Giangio/Paracelsus might fit into this.)

Either way, I get the feeling there's more to the lore of the Saintess Statue...

[rescue-ram]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

@marley-manson also tagged me!!! Love to ya both 💕

I'm gonna go ahead and shout out my Trapper Epic The Courage to Be. It's in progress but I'm really excited and proud of it. The first chapter I think is some of my best writing, it's coming along well, and I have sooo many ideas for it. I want to write the Trapper fic I've always wanted to read, and I'm trying to get into some deeper themes. It looks at Trapper as a closeted gay man, who's year at the 4077th is both the happiest he's ever been (he's in love, the atmosphere is so weird he can let down his guard and be more "gay" than at home, he learns doesn't have to prove anything) and the worst year of his life (the obvious reasons!!) And then he loses all of that... it's about to get really good y'all and I already think it's pretty damn good :3

Of my other two published MASH fics I'm gonna link The Time Has Come For Us to Say Sayonara. Absolute shout-out to TrapHawk HotFerret for unlocking my Id Vortex (which is funny bc no one has sex in that fic) but it's so weird lol. Sayonara was fun to write because it was a slightly different headcanon of what happened to Trapper than I'll be writing in Courage, and it's always fun to look at the way MASH shifted from S3 to S11. It's got a good mix of feels, from humor to angst to romance. I think a lot of peeps will like it.

I really like a lot of my X-Men fic, it was hard to pick two.

Manifiesta deserves a shout out. It's set in an imaginary peaceful future, and is a mix of "Disaster Summers Family" humor fluff and intergenerational trauma angst. It was my first time writing Alex and I think it's good- Alex's daughter manifests her powers, and everyone gets together to celebrate, and Alex slowly gets pushed to a break down as he tries to deal with all of the extremely mixed emotions the event raises. If you like messy family dynamics, give it a read.

In The Bleak Midwinter is a Christmas fic, weaving three short stories together. It contrasts Logan and Scott's relationships with their brothers with their relationship with each other. There's some strong religious themes that I thought were nuanced and had fun exploring. Again, I'm really proud of the first chapter, and I put some work into making sure there was a continuity of imagery between the chapters to highlight the contrasts. I think there's a lot of feels and angst, as well as familial warmth and "neither platonic nor romantic but a secret third thing" to be felt in this fic.

I'm gonna cheat slightly and half rec two of my Rescue Bots fics.

The Rites series came to me fully formed in a fucking fugue state, and every two years or so I contemplate the orb and write another chapter. It's very canon compliant and a look at a human-nonhuman, mortal-immortal relationship, with a lot of world building fleshing out the source material. I think the second installment is strongest. However I can't go nuts about this fic, because I have to ponder the orb again and finish it...

a child of god, much like yourself is a complete stand alone story. It encapsulates a lot of my headcanons about pre-war Cybertron, in the form of a love story between a man and his deeply profoundly flawed God. It's literally about the implications of a caste based society divided between a purpose built slave caste and nsturally occuring life, and the revelation that there's no difference between the two but nothing the two POV characters can do about that, and more metaphorically about what it means to be human. HOWEVER you probably have to be on 8 layers of Transformers lore to understand it XD I hope that doesn't put anyone curious off from trying it- as someone who's first piece of Transformers media was LITERALLY Eugenesis I know something about jumping into this fandom with both feet... but I also know this is a Lore Dense fic, lol.

[themuskrater]

I finally played the LEGO Skywalker Saga, so I'm gonna make some way too serious critiques about a children's game two whole years after it was relevant

THE GOOD

Without a doubt my favorite part of the game was the Galaxy Free Roam. I loved going around, doing side quests, discovering secrets, and exploring the galaxy as any character I've unlocked. The set pieces are really gorgeous and there's so speculation they're taken directly from EA'S Battlefront, which I'd totally believe. But exploring iconic locations are my leisure is just fun.

Some of the humor is genuinely really funny. Not all of it, I think they went way too far with raw slapstick in this game, but the dryer, sarcastic humor is great. Like there's a gonk droid of Exegol who wants your help starting his own gang because the Knights of Ren wouldn't let him join. His name? Emperor Gonkatine. That's hilarious.

THE BAD

The story mode of this game is so rushed it could give me whiplash. I mean this thing moves at a BREAK NECK pace. Entire movies can be finished in the span of like an hour, and when a good 70% of that is walking and shooting, there's absolutely no space for story. So much of the movies story is cut out or rushed that it really highlights the flaws in each movie. It really only gives you the bear essentials, if that, and for movies that already had not great plots (The Rise of Skywalker), it feels almost nonsensical. And even great movies like Empire Strikes Back struggle to make sense because in the rush of trying to get through 9 movies, they cut out really essential details. Like meeting Yoda on Degobah. He doesn't even TRY to test Luke's patience. He just sorta looks at him and says "Fuck this kid, I'm not training him. He has no patience"

"But it's a LEGO game, the Complete Saga didn't even have any voice acting!"

Shut up. Don't interrupt. I get that it's a LEGO game and story isn't exactly the main focus, but it should still receive SOME level of polish. And why do I think that? Because LEGO Star Wars the Complete Saga was MY introduction to Star Wars. It was the thing that got me into Star Wars as a kid. It had no voice acting and STILL did a better job at retelling the stories than the Skywalker Saga.

This game is so rushed at times that really iconic scenes are relegated to 30 second cutscenes. You don't get to play through the Battle Over Coruscant, you don't get to fight Palpatine as Mace Windu, you don't get to fight the Wampa as Luke Skywalker. These were all playable levels in the Complete Saga that are replaced by the shortest cutscenes you've ever seen. Hell, sometimes a mission will just be "walk to a certain place to watch another cutscene".

It's too bad that the story mode is so bad at times because in order to fully unlock Galaxy mode, which remember is my favorite part of the game, you HAVE to play through every single episode. You have to fully complete story mode in order to get to the best part of the game.

The gameplay is really stupid easy. I'm not gonna complain too much about that, I do at least have some self awareness. It's a LEGO game. They're all easy. It's just disappointing the marketing of this game really hyped up the upgraded gameplay and the new RPG elements, when in reality, they just moved the camera over the shoulder and gave you a counter button.

THE UGLY

This game made me realize something, and this gonna be a REALLY hot take. I don't like modern LEGO designs. I honestly think they lost all of their charm by making the mini figures way too detailed and adding too many unique pieces. Here's a few examples of what I mean. They just kinda lost the sauce:

I don't care if the new ones are more accurate or more impressive. The classic minifigures were charming and goofy. They had the sauce and they weren't even trying.

"Oh you're just nostalgia blind"

What did I say about interrupting me? But you're right, hypothetical reader, I probably am. I'm not trying to deny that. But I'm trying to look past my nostalgia and judge it based on the simple premise of LEGO: to create cool things with these simple pieces. The more character specific pieces you get, the more detail is added to those pieces, the further away from that premise you get. And I understand this is more of a problem of the LEGO brand as a whole, but it's the single informing principle to the artstyle of this game.

While I'm talking about playable characters, yes 380 is impressive, but most of them are glup shittos, and not even fun glup shittos. Who the fuck is Wrobie Tyce? Let me play as Garnidan God dammit!! You thought I'd be interested in playing as NAMBI GHIMA!? Nah, give me Even Piell.

There are also a number of characters missing that feel like obvious inclusions. We got every Glup Shitto you've never heard of, but we couldn't get Zeb or Chopper in the Rebel's DLC? None of the Jedi got Clone Wars costumes in the Clone Wars DLC. Hell, Rex was AT the Battle of Endor, HE APPEARS ON SCREEN IN RETURN OF THE JEDI, yet we don't see his Endor costume in game. But we get Jedi training flashback Luke and Leia, a scene that doesn't even make it into the game. These feel like really obvious characters that just got left out for some reason.

CONCLUSIONS

The game as a whole is quantity over quality. 380 playable characters, but most of them are characters you don't care about and never heard of, taking space that could have been used for more fan favorites. An open world with thousands of side quests, but you can't unlock them until playing through the story and when you do, most of them are fetch quests. All 9 movies to play through, but every movie is extremely rushed, missing key moments and important scenes. The game is a fun distraction, but not a whole lot more than that. It falls short of living up to the Complete Saga's legacy.

Also, my last gripe, for some reason the writers of this game thought Luke drinking milk was SO funny, they made it his only defining character trait. This is especially a problem for older Luke Skywalker. Which gets annoying really fast when all of his dialogue is about milk. So why don't I play as young Luke instead? Because young Luke's voice actor SUCKS. I don't know if it's a bad cast or bad directing, but he sounds nothing like Mark Hamill and it's super distracting. They would have been better off having older Luke voice both versions of the character.

[scienceclubofficial]

Chapter 3: Meet the Unos (1)

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(author's note: starting from this chapter I'm not doing the colored text anymore. I quickly ran out of colors for how many characters there are)

Two weeks had passed since Mari started going to the SCCA. She had decided to spend the weekend at her Parent's, as they had been blowing up her phone about visiting. When she got back, she was greeted by her mother as if she had been gone for a year already. The first person she decided to catch up with was her sister, Kettia. They gamed from morning till afternoon, only stopping when their mother had made a massive welcome home luncheon for Mari.

Completely full and dreading the idea of how big dinner will be, Mari and Kettia continued playing Smash Bros in Kettia's room.

"No no no no, FUCK" Kettia exclaimed as her main, Pyra & Mythra, were beaten by Mari's Villager in a glorious final smash. "How are you so good with Villager?! I play this game more than you, and Villager's terrible anyway!"

"Not hard to get your pattern when you were spamming the same move for both Pyra and Mythra"

"Whatever! Villager is still dog-water, and personally, I'm not taking this disrespect. I want a rematch!"

"Nah, I'm done for now"

"What?! Already! Fine, but we're rematching tomorrow." Kettia closes out of Smash. "So what you wanna play next? Wanna see my Stardew file? I've been doing really good this run. I also cheated on every dateable npc. Wanna see the cut scene I unlocked?"

"Nah, I think I'm done gaming for today"

"Ahh damn. Wanna watch an Anime then?"

"Why don't we just talk?"

"Kinda cringe"

"Whatever, just get up here on the bed"

Kettia got out of her hunkered sitting position on the floor, and laid at the head of the bed, while Mari stayed sat on the foot of the bed. "So what? You got any interesting stories from that stupid university Dad sent you to?"

"...Uhm, that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Kettia, I'm hoping you can keep a secret"

"You dropped out and now you're a streetwalker moonlighting at sketchy bars"

"What?"

"You know, what mom said would happen if you didn't get your degree"

"No no, I didn't drop out, I just switched Universities"

"Big if true"

"It is"

"Welp, Dad's disowning you. At least I'm the favorite kid now"

"That's what I'm talking about, you can't tell Dad"

"You think he's not gonna find out?"

"Well so far he hasn't"

"Mari, the night you didn't come back Mom and Dad were ready to drive down to the school and  interrogate their asses on where you went, and even if you do somehow see them enough that they won't try to barge into your school you're not going to, they still want to see you graduate from the school you're not going to. At some point they're gonna find out."

"Well I hope that when they find out, that they'll be satisfied by how good of a school it is"

"What school is it"

"SCCA, it stands for Sylvest-"

"I know what it stands for, and you're screwed. Buy your coffin now and will me your stuff, cause you're done"

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"All they've been able to talk about at the dinner table is the motherfucking SCCA"

"When did they become interested all of a sudden? And what complaints do they have about it?"

"Well, Mom is super freaking out about what that Vanny Kirk did"

"Van Niekirk"

"You shut the hell up, anyway. Dad was complaining about them a bit before that. First he was all like "Back in my day we had to actually pay for our tuitions, now these new age socialists are trying to ruin everything for the rest of us.""

"I can tell you right now, they definitely don't sound Socialist. Mr. Rand, my economics-"

"Me when I'm Mari and I won't let my sister finish her goddamn story"

"Alright alright, I'm just saying"

"Jesus. Anyway, Dad was also pretty disgusted by Vinny Kirk, but he usually just yaps about how they're "destroying the natural order of things," and, "my father didn't come to this country and work his back off just for these people to live off of our tax dollars," and so I try telling him, 'Dad, I don't think they use our tax dollars, they're, like, a private conglomenerate or something,' and he said, 'well that's what this is all leading to! First that E-sick Deeter gives a kid a free heart transplant, next thing you know the government has us all in their state owned communist factories!"

"Ok, for one, his name is pronounced Ishaq Didar"

"I'm still looking for whoever the fuck asked"

"Fine bitch, but that's an entire ass name you're fucking up"

"I don't care!"

"What, like nobody mispronounced your name reading it for the first time?"

"Hey, I have a cool ass name, those people just don't know how to read"

"Well anyway, back to what I was saying. Ishaq is a genius but he definitely does NOT know how to do a heart transplant"

"What, like you know him?"

"Yes, I do actually. I intern at his lab"

"Pics or it didn't happen"

"...I don't have any pictures"

"Me when I'm Mari and I just lie to my sister for no good reason"

"Why would I lie about this?!"

"To seem cooler I guess"

"Bitch, I don't need to impress you"

"What, next you're gonna tell me you know that other guy, Sexio Donnell"

"...Bitch, what?!"

****

Rose Uno looked out at the setting sun by the window sill, finishing up the dishes from lunch. She had a massive Roast cooking in the oven as she got ready to set up the dinner table. With her husband at work, and Kettia always out either at baseball practice or with friends during her free time, the house normally felt lonely, but she was glad to hear Mari and Kettia having fun again. She knew her daughter had to go to college for her career, but she was hoping Mari would be able to stay. Despite her protests when Mari announced she was moving out, it was Koshiro, her husband, that ultimately convinced her that this was for the better, for Mari to spread her wings and leave the nest. He commended her for it.

Rose snapped out of her mindless gazing when she heard her phone ringing. Looking at the caller ID, it was Koshiro. "Hi Honey, how's work?.....Oh, well you'll make it just in time for dinner then, the roast is gonna take a while. Sorry that bastard of a boss is keeping you there longer.....Yeah, Mari made it over safely, she and her sister are playing games and cussing around just like old times.....No, she hasn't said anything about school yet, you'll have to ask her that at the dinner table. But maybe wait a while on that, she probably doesn’t want to think about school for now.....I know, but she came here to relax with her family, and besides, we're probably the only ones she's got. You know she was never good at making friends.....Hey, don't blame me, I never saw you telling her to go outside much either.....EXACTLY!" There was a long pause on the phone after she said that "Well whatever, just tell her how you feel when you get here.....alright, love you."

****

"You're kind of a dumbass" Kettia said, slinking back after hearing Mari's story

"How so?"

"There were like so many red flags, the first time you should've booked it was after helping her find her dog, like, the girl is clearly a weirdo"

"She's not that weird, no weirder than me"

"My point exactly. If I met someone as weird as you in public I'd run the other way. You're lucky you have the excuse of being my sister, otherwise I'd never hang out with you"

Mari rolled her eyes "Yeah, I'm so lucky"

"Anyway, the next red flag was that Sexy O-"

"If you call him Sexy O'Donald one more time, I'm gonna hit you"

"Fine, the Don guy, whatever his name is. Like, if I saw his face grow literal spikes, I'd book i, I would've been the first one out the door"

"He has...very unique looking hives..."

"Yeah, anyway, and the third red flag would've been when that guy, I-" Mari glared at Kettia "...Ishaq" Mari stopped glaring "Yeah, Ishaq. Anyway, if that guy made me touch his eyeballs, they would've been black eyes after that is all I'm saying"

"Yeah, I really did feel ready to leave after that, but I felt bad for how sad Alicia was"

"I still don't get how my sister of all people was able to make a friend in a day"

"What, like I don't know how?"

"No! You don't! Whenever I tried to introduce you to my friends, you never even made an effort"

"Well your friends were weird"

"My friends were weird?! Bitch, you were the queen of the weird kids table. You're lucky you even got to meet my friends"

"Well whatever, I still had some friends"

"Barely, your friendships never made any sense. What was that one girl you brought over back in Freshman year? You said she was your best friend, but you guys never talked once in the entire time she was here"

"...I...I have a different way of communicating with friends"

"What, telepathically?"

"Shut up"

"Well whatever, it still makes no sense that you somehow made a friend in a day"

"Well, she wasn't my friend at first, I would just call her someone who was willing to help, but I'd definitely call her a friend now, after all we've been through"

"After surviving the eye guy"

"He can be a bit annoying with all of his pranks, but we actually got a few good pranks on him too"

"The one with the bucket of lemon juice over the door sounded hilarious"

"...Ok, we might've gone too far with that one"

"Maybe not far enough"

"Well either way, he's still a cool guy"

"Yeah, your little crush"

"I told you already, I don't have a crush on him!"

"Yeah yeah, the whole eyes in a jar thing, you told me, weirdo. But I know that must've taken a lot of bravery on your part"

"Well whatever, he doesn't even have those eyes anymore"

"...What do you mean by that?"

"I mean he doesn't have those eyes anymore, he traded them out for mantis shrimp eyes a bit ago"

"Wait, how the fuck?"

"Now he just wears this blindfold everywhere, because according to him his mind couldn't handle all of the new colors on the spectrum, it was like sensory overload"

"....huh?"

"Sad too, I really liked those eyes and he stabbed one out right in front me"

"PAUSE?"

"Yeah, he pretended he had a lab accident and that he got a needle in his eye. He started screaming, then I started screaming, and Alicia screamed, and I don't know where Galleta went, probably hid somewhere. Anyway, after all that he just started laughing his ass off, and even started digging the needle in deeper just to freak us out"

"Dude, that's horrible"

"Nah, according to him it doesn't hurt. He's done it like 50 times before, and he said he did it because he was getting a new pair anyway"

"Still"

"I know, sad. I asked him if I could have the other one, but he said he wanted to keep it"

"Why? I thought he destroyed the other one because he didn't want it?"

"He said those eyes have the most beautiful view of the world he's ever seen so far, that whoever used to own them didn't know that those eyes were able to see an extra unknown color, so he put that other eye on his chest"

"...Huh?"

"I know...it makes me want it more"

"Seek professional help"

"Too much work"

Kettia just laid at the head of her bed, arms crossed, looking at the ceiling "A lot to dump on me though, I don't know how I'm gonna keep it all a secret"

"Please. Like, if you could also let me know if Mom and Dad are going to try to visit me at that University, like, just try to distract them while I figure out what to do"

"I'm all for a good conspiracy, but like I said, they're gonna figure it out eventually"

"Hopefully by the time they figure it out, I'll have been graduated, and moved a country over"

"Wow, so you're really leaving us?"

"No, not for a long time, maybe not until I get my doctorate"

"Doctorate?!"

"Yeah, I might just go for my doctorate"

"Ok, for one, I can't imagine my sister ever becoming a doctor. If I needed life-saving surgery, and you were the only surgeon in the country, I would just die"

"Hey, I've done a pretty good job shadowing Ishaq"

"You just told me how terrible he is at his job"

"Exactly, so it's a learning experience for both of us"

"...Bruh. Well whatever the fuck you're majoring in, how do you expect to keep this secret until you get your doctorate?"

"I'll figure that out when I get there"

"Bruh..." Kettia sighed "You're kind of a dumbass"

****

The sun had already set on this cold fall night, and Koshiro found himself driving a lonely road. Not many people out, he was expecting way more, but he of course didn't complain about having a clear open road to commute back. He couldn't help but think back to earlier, when he stopped by his favorite coffee shop that morning, he had noticed a father playing games with his young daughters at one of the tables, likely just wasting time until he had to drop them off at school.

That moment was an interesting coincidence, right on the day when his own daughter was coming to visit, after her sudden disappearance. Koshiro knew his daughter was going to leave the nest soon, he had even encouraged it, but he never expected it to happen over night. The day Mari left, Koshiro had said his goodbyes like he always had, not expecting that to possibly be his last for a good while. The moment was enlightening to him, a reminder that youth passes as quickly as the changing autumn leaves. Just a short time ago he had congratulated his beloved daughter on graduating High School, just a bit before that, he was sending her off to her first day in High School, and a bit before that she had just been going to school, and not that long ago to him, she had just entered his life.

Koshiro didn't want to admit to his coworkers why he was more quiet than usual, that he was stressing the coming winter, because he still hadn't fully processed the spring that came years earlier. But the passing seasons wait for no one, and especially not for those who never stopped to give them even a moment's notice.

Glancing at the moon that came in as quickly as the setting sun, Koshiro thought about his conversation earlier...

****

Goddamn it, why does the boss think he can just dump all this work on me at the last moment. Who does he think I am? I ought to give him a piece of my mind!...Who are you kidding Koshiro, you're not going to do any of that... *sigh* ...Guess I'll have to tell Rose

".....Hey honey.....Oh yeah, it's going well I guess, but hey, I won't be able to make it to dinner on time. Stupid boss, you already know. I'll probably be back by 9.....Oh really? That long, ok, I'm glad. Uhm, did Mari make it over ok?..... Has she said anything about school yet? Or why she might've left?.....Well I think she at least owes us an explanation..... Yeah, kind of your fault for coddling her so much..... Well I wasn't there to tell her, you were....." *Koshiro gave a long pause* "...Yeah, I guess I will...Love you too..."

*beep*

[dragonnan]

Okay so…. I was having some theological ponderings (as I tend to do) and feel like I suddenly unlocked a giant open secret?? Like something glaringly obvious but because of the cult-like teaching I grew up with it just never occurred??

And PLEASE skip this post if discussions of the Bible and Christianity are stressful or triggering, trust me I very much understand and don't want anyone to feel anxiety from this.

It has to do with basically the entire scope of faith. Now, fair warning it has been a LONG time since I've read the Bible and I've never done the cover to cover thing. Growing up with church it is pretty typical to take the word of church leaders as, well, Gospel.

Now, I know for me, and many others, there is the God we are taught about most - the loving God, merciful, forgiving, etc. The one who says "love your neighbor as you love yourself" "the greatest of these is love" etc. And that's what we are meant to hang our entire belief system on.

BUT

We also tend to brush aside the very glaring OTHER aspect of God. The one that demands Abraham sacrifice his son to show his faith - the one who sent a flood - the one who said that to destroy an enemy you not only kill the leaders but the children as well.

I have NEVER been able to make sense of THAT God. And when discussed in church, pastors will always saw a variation of "we cannot know the mind of God".

BUT HERE'S THE THIIIIIIIING

Our faith HINGES on knowing the mind of God??? We talk constantly about how he's a personal God - a one on one kinda dude. But yet when it comes to all the horrid shit we're just supposed to jive with it???

HELL NAW!!

See and that's where I suddenly had a thought.

We already know God has a weird thing about testing people. The above Abraham and Issac story being one of those favorites that pastors loooove to pimp out as the perfect example of faith and obedience. Sure sure sure.

Sorry but that is fucked up.

See, God gave us free will.

God told us to love our neighbor as we love ourselves.

God said the greatest thing is love.

SO WHY THE FUCK WOULD AN EXAMPLE OF FAITH BE TO KILL WHAT WE LOVE???

It is the polar opposite of what we are told God is all about!

So my sudden revelation?

God wants us to tell him NO!

Because he gave us free will

Because he told us love is the greatest of all things

Because we are meant to value other people as much as we value ourselves

I feel like Abraham was supposed to stand up to God. To tell God "FUCK naw I'm not killing my son! Because a God who would demand the murder of my beloved child is not a God I want to serve!" But Abraham didn't do that. In fact he was so ready to carry out this act that God had to send an angel to stop him.

Now, obviously, this is my own take on Scripture and I get there are people who would completely disagree. But if I'm believing God is all about freedom and love then I cannot accept that God wants us to blindly follow like zombies.

Because blind belief leads to massacres - as has been shown throughout history. Blind faith means people will call on the name of God as the reason for their atrocities. Blind faith is a cult. Full Stop.

The reason for this revelation, truly, is quite simple.

Why would I, a being created by God in his image (according to the Bible) have a vastly superior moral compass compared to him??? It makes no sense! Because truly I wouldn't so much as harm my DOG if God commanded it much less a child???

So yeah, TLDR: God created us to question him - not blindly obey

[snaxize]

I'm putting this under a readmore, I have love in my heart for 5 characters no one knows about ✊️

Anywho I've been with this group for nearly three years! And about a year ago our usual dm says hey, I want to take a break from [our other homebrew campaign], would we consider starting another main campaign to swap the two on and off with each other?

And of course we had been taking weeks off here and there to give them a break and doing one shots or non dnd game nights. This group is not about forever dming. BUT I had joined the group with like. The inkling of "maybe I could do that one day" if I got my nerve up and I DID.

Said DM had wanted to do curse of strahd for years beforehand, but wanted to be a player and not the one running the show. So I volunteered for it! And! I'm so glad I did.

Anywho on to the main part of why I think about my players so often and especially now. Our last session especially was so GOOD I love them my players are fantastic at this game. Spoilers ahead for anyone wanting to play the campaign for themselves, I've modified the game for my players but the basis remains.

Behold, our cast:

Valphyra (Val): She's our war cleric for the campaign- scourge aasimar, war veteran, her angelic guide picked her out of a crowd and said yeah she's got some righteous bloodlust lets go. I imagine her as permanently smelling like burning. miss girl has war trauma and a blunted caring streak.

Clarke: Goliath oath of the crown paladin, she is already an absolute monster on the field i ADORE HER. absolute goody two shoes on the outside but with one hell of a mean streak that's starting to come out more. her backstory makes me go feral. No one sane would call her a good cop.

Calliope: kenku bard, college of lore! a bit naive, a college student beset by the Horrors, shes turning out to be the bleeding heart of the group, and a vastly needed voice of "HEY we need to FIX the BAD THINGS going on". I've got so many secrets surrounding this character for her player to find out, not the least of which was her newly discovered link to the Keepers of the Feather.

Oberon: our second kenku, this time a shadow sorcerer! (my players had no communication outside of general classes so the double kenkus were complete accidents, they're a fun pair!) Oberon is not his real name, and this bird man is currently on the run from his prior position as an unwilling cult leader. Unfortunately i've put him right back into the cult politics in Vallaki, but he's doing well keeping his head above water!

Reilly: air genasi rogue/druid, circle of the stars. This is my skrunkly racoon of a teenager, with all of the social charm of having been raised in the woods for a couple years before being set to roam. Enclosed spaces and some jailtime in Vallaki are doing this one no favors. They have recently unlocked wildshape as an ability, and i'm sure will waste no time in making that everyone's problem.

I can and will go on tangents about their backstories in later posts, they are living in my mind rent free.

Last session specifically has me ecstatic, which might be odd considering the content? Most of it was RP, getting our druid out of jail before meeting back up at the inn to regroup and share information. the latter half of the session ended up in a LOT of in-character arguing over the subject of leaving the town to its fate (a hostile cult takeover) or coming to it's aid.

It's a split party at the moment, with Reilly/Oberon on the side of Just Bailing, Calliope/Val on What The Fuck No We're Helping, and Clarke solidly in the middle. (My players are all buying in, everyone is engaged, and I'm not worried about the plot falling through. they're just having a blast yelling at each other in the meantime)

And what a thing to be able to type those parenthesis. I'm not worried about my players derailing (too extremely off course, that is). I know they're going to find a way to engage with each others' characters, and i know they're going to find a way to engage with the plot. AND i'm not worried about all the in-character arguing bleeding over into irl hurt feelings or tension. that's!! really cool!

(I also enjoy the stark difference in the party dynamic between the campaigns. Our homebrew level 4 party would kill and die for each other and are making large purchases together. we just bought a baby triceratops. our strahd level 4 party is emotionally fraying at the seams and are at each others throats. veiled threats have happened more than once.)

These characters have So Many buttons for me to push and i'm actually having a very good time for this being my first 'full' DMing role. It is enrichment in my enclosure to write out descriptions for a cult meeting, or an hour long sequence of one on one scenes with each player, or playing 5d chess with magic items and faction politics and incorporating story hooks and and and.

I'm gonna write more after work tomorrow because OOUGH I LOVE THEM. many many daydreams about these 5 and the growing number of NPCs that have taken on a mind of their own.

in the meantime woe, wall of text be upon thee.

One note on this and I write an essay-long post about my curse of strahd campaign

[kjclfaller]

Forcing myself to save up my artifacts, I'm going to not upgrade any until Saturday

[xneens]

hoe hoe hoe - part one

Warnings: dark!Steve, student/teacher relationship

Word count: 2.2k

Pairings: Professor!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Your dad's best friend isn't exactly who you thought he'd be.

chris evans masterlist

Walking in the front door, the smell of eggnog, and pine hit your nose, mixing in with the warmth of the newly cooked food in the kitchen. Looking around the house, you registered how much decorating you had left your father to do, pondering whether or not he strained his back putting up the Christmas tree. You'd have to make it up to him somehow.

"Dad! I'm home." you yelled out, stepping out of your shoes. Even with the amount of work he had done, he still had the time to shovel the driveway despite the heavy amount of snow that had precipitated last night. The mixed-breed boxer pawed his way to you, the dog panting as he snuggled himself against your leg. "Hey, cutie."

Your father stuck his head from the kitchen, motioning for you to come into the room. "In the kitchen. I was getting worried that you got stuck in traffic. It's an absolute nightmare coming into the city from 122 right now."

Entering the kitchen with Dodger, you went to hug your dad, your arms wrapping around his waist. The man chuckled, giving your cold body a hug back before kissing your forehead. You sighed, pulling away, looking around the kitchen to see the dining room covered with food. "Traffic was a bitch, but I managed to get out of it. Although, I may have made a couple of people mad, but you gotta do what you have to do, right?"

"You got that right, pumpkin." he replied. For someone with a 20 year old daughter, the man was young, having you with his high school sweetheart at 19. He gestured at the food. "You hungry? I made all of this and I'm not sure that everyone at the party will eat all of this."

"Jesus, Dad, were you drunk when you made all of this? This is enough to feed the whole country." you commented, walking up to the table to grab a mini quiche off the plate. Your tongue swirled around the food, relishing the flavor. It was a gift having your father as a successful chef.

"I may have went overboard with the cooking, but I got excited." he explained, chuckling. Pouring some eggnog in a mug, he offered it to you, taking a sip of his own before announcing his news. "An old friend of mine is coming for the party. My best friend in college. He's in town for the holidays, and he'll be staying with us for a few. That okay?"

You nodded, washing the remaining quiche in the eggnog, swallowing it down. "Yeah, that's fine. Who's this friend of yours? Have I met him before?"

"You used to call him Uncle Steve, but he left for Brooklyn when you were four. I doubt you'd remember him but he gave you that necklace last year when he couldn't make it. He's a professor in Brooklyn now, but he wanted to come to Boston, spend the holidays with us."

"Wait, he gave me this necklace?" you asked, holding up the golden angel wings between your fingers. Your dad nodded, untying the knot on his apron. "Oh, wow. Hey, I officially get to thank him for it."

You dad agreed, nodding again as he popped a mint in his mouth, his teeth grinding down on it. "Yes, you will. He'll appreciate seeing you again. He's been talking about seeing his favorite girl—shit."

"Something wrong?"

"I forgot to pick up the ham today. I've been so busy making everything for today that I completely forgot about the main course for tomorrow." said your father, rubbing the bridge of his nose, mentally slapping himself. He sighed. "Can you take the pie out of the oven when it's ready? I have to run to the store really quick and get the ham."

Shaking your head, you stopped him, pushing his clearly exhausted body into the nearest chair, shaking a finger at him when he tried to stand back up. "No, no, no. You're tired and you need to rest. I'll get the ham, and anything else you need. Text me a list."

"Pumpkin, you don't have to do that. You just got home—" he was cut off by your insistent expression, the man relenting. "Okay, fine. Go to the Costco, they have a better selection there. And drive safe, it's supposed to be snowing tonight but with Massachusetts weather, you never know if it'll start early."

"Gotcha. I'll be back soon. In the meantime, you sit, rest, and text me a list of things I need." you said, grabbing the keys from the table. The cold air hit your face, your cheeks stinging from the impact. You winced, wishing home was somewhere warmer.

The drive to Costco was nostalgic, the familiar buildings and roads bringing back memories so deep you forgot they existed. The little ice cream place reminded you of your first kiss with your first grade boyfriend. You had immediately broken up with him the next day, claiming it was the way he walked when he asked if it was his sloppy peck on the lips. You had lied through your teeth.

Slosh was fun, it made it that much gross to walk through the barely shoveled parking lot, nearly slipping as you reached the entrance. One of the employees by the door handed you a cart, giving you a curt smile before returning to his spot.

Pushing the cart down the aisles, you immediately head to the grocery area, getting a text from your dad of all the food to get. With how short the list was, the cart had been unnecessary, but you decided to get all the last minute Christmas shopping out of the way, grabbing a Christmas card to match the present you had gotten for your father.

You had just bent over, reaching for the ham when you heard your name called, the familiar voice making you look up. A few feet behind you stood your history professor, a surprised smile on his face as he took you in. You returned the smile, stunned by the sight of you professor. "Professor Rogers? Hey, what're you doing here?"

The blond raised an eyebrow, his piercing blue eyes flickering to the necklace visible. He smirked inside, his heart warming at the thought. "I'm in the city for the holidays. I'm staying with a friend, catch up with them. What about you? Any exciting plans for Christmas?"

"Just spending it with my dad." you replied, reaching behind you to randomly grab a ham, not looking at the brand, and dropped it in the cart. "To be honest, I didn't think you could even leave Brooklyn. I mean, you practically worship the city, it's a surprise seeing you outside of it."

Professor Rogers laughed, his laughter was what you imagined angels to sound like. To say you had a tiny crush on the hot professor was understandable, although, so did everyone who had eyes. The professor leaned against the freezer, his eyes never breaking from yours. "Brooklyn's nice but it's nice to get out once in a while. That's a beautiful necklace you have there."

"Thanks, I got it from my dad's friend." you said, blushing slightly at the compliment. Taking a quick look at your phone, you noted you had everything your dad had asked for. Glancing back up at the Professor Rogers, you noticed how close he was, barely a few feet away. You gave him a smile. "It was nice seeing you, Professor. I'll see you in class."

Before you could move your cart, the professor placed a hand on it, motioning for you to pause. The blond scratched the back of his head, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Do you need help with anything? I can help you load this in your car, if you want."

"I didn't realize you worked at Costco, Professor." you teased, earning the cutest blush from the blond. Giggling, you shook your head, enjoying his company a lot more than it was allowed. "Don't worry, it's fine. It's not a lot, and I wouldn't want to bother—"

"You're not." he interrupted, sheepishly staring at the floor. The professor made himself look up, smirking when he realized you were blushing. "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to. Humor me?"

Call it stupidity or side effects of Steve Rogers' presence, but you wanted to spend more time with him, no matter how domestic the chore. Your smile widened, if possible, and you nodded. "Alright, if you insist. I've gotten everything I need, so I can tag along with you."

"All I really needed was some coffee," Professor Rogers held up the little plastic container filled with coffee grounds. Your thoughts immediately went to his hands wrapped around the cylinder, mentally slapping yourself for finding the simple action hot. "I'm ready to go if you are."

"Oh, okay. Let's go then."

The wall from the grocery area to the checkout was rather fun, the professor making you blush too many times to count, the smile on either of your faces never leaving. It wasn't a secret how many people fought to be in his class, guys included, mostly trying to "bond" with the professor only to get turned down every time someone had the balls to ask him. But it never stopped anyone from trying. It was almost pathetic, but very amusing in a sadistic way.

Professor Rogers held your grocery bags in his hands, effortlessly carrying them while you tried to take them back, feeling bad for having your professor help you out. The man would wave away your pleas, and you gave up as soon as you neared your car, unlocking the doors, and opened the trunk, Professor Rogers unloading all the bags inside. You bit back a smile, admiring the view, jealously wondering who would be lucky enough to end up as his wife.

He closed up the trunk once he was done, shifting his weight between his feet. "So, are you staying in Boston for the whole break or...?"

"Yup. I haven't spent much time with my dad since summer, and I've been guilted to stay in the cold since he's too stubborn to go somewhere warmer." you answered, playfully rolling your eyes. Professor Rogers walked you to the driver's side while you played with your keys, not wanting to say goodbye to him already. "What about you?"

"Me, too." said the professor, tucking his hands in his winter coat. He sighed, the smile dropping. "It was really nice to see you. I'll see you soon, sweetheart."

You nearly swooned at the nickname, cursing your heart for being so easily affected. "You, too, Professor. Happy Holidays and all that."

He laughed, walking off with a wave, the smile that had fallen now impended on his face as he walked back to his car. Steve turned around to see you get in yours, unsubtly staring at your ass. He sighed once again, a wave of sadness washing over him, the feeling he got every time he had to say goodbye to you. It would only be a couple of minutes, but it didn't make him hate it any less.

You drove off after a few seconds of getting your shit together; seeing your unbearable hot professor made you feel like a disgusting head-over-heels in love teenager. Or in other words, it made you the same as those desperate girls back on campus. You scoffed at the thought, starting your car. Hopefully, you'd see him again before class starts, but you highly doubt it.

Snow was falling, the little flurries making it harder to see through the windshield, only to stop suddenly when you reached your house. You grabbed the groceries from the trunk, easily carrying it into the house, so focused on not slipping that you hadn't noticed a very familiar car in the driveway.

Opening the door with ease, you entered the house, almost getting knocked out by the eager dog, jumping up on you. Laughing, you placed all the bags in one arm, reaching down with your free one to pet Dodger. The dog panted happily, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as it dismounted it's paws off your legs. The house had gotten awfully warm, even for you, and you immediately set the bags down to take off your coat. You hadn't noticed the shoes besides the door.

"Dad, I'm back." you announced, picking up the bags and headed to the kitchen, your gaze on the floor, careful not to slip.

Your father clapped Steve's back, the broad blond's presence gone unnoticed by you while you dropped the bags on the kitchen island. Your dad smiled. "Thanks, pumpkin. Honey, this is Steve, my buddy from college."

You turned around, facing them, a grin on your face, only to drop slightly when you saw who Steve was. There, standing in the middle of your kitchen, stood your history professor, all six feet of him, nonchalantly grinning at you. He engulfed you in a hug, leaving you breathless. "Professor?"

"Hello, sweetheart."

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[karlajoyner]

Worst Enemy (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Sorry this took so long! I just wasn't sure how I wanted to go about this request since I haven’t read that much smut lately to be fully inspired. I read a lot of 5 seconds of summer smut to say the least. Calum Hood smut to be exact and my fingers couldn’t stop typing after that.😂 But I hope you guys like it! Please let me know if you do! Don't read it if you just want a normal imagine. Some normal ones coming soon. Also I have an upcoming announcement after I hit 150 followers!

Requested by: irwindshield (Wattpad)

Warnings: Super Smutty (18+)

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"And action!" Kenny shouted.

I scowled at the boy in front of me who looked just as mad as I was.

"Seriously Luke your gonna tell me that you and Julie don't have anything going on"

"Y/c/n I already told you we don't! Isn't that enough?!" Charlie spoke standing up from his seat on the couch.

"No it's not. Not when you spent all weekend writing love songs together"

"It was one song and it wasn't about each other"

"One song still means something"

"Why does it even matter to you I'm single now? Isn't that what you wanted? To be free well now you're free to be with whoever you want or did you forget what happened with Reggie?"

"Nothing happened with Reggie. We were joking around. It's not my fault your jealous!" I shouted in frustration.

"Look who's talking" He said getting up in my face. Both our chests heaving in anger as we stared at each other angrily.

"You know what Patterson even when we're both dead I still regret ever falling in love with you all those years ago" I spoke through gritted teeth. I turned around dramatically to walk away, only to have Charlie grab me by the wrist and spin me around. Our faces now inches apart.

In aggravation he crash his lips onto mine shoving his tongue into my mouth. I huffed wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. We both fought for dominance as his hands found their way around my waist lifting me up in the air.

I got so caught up in the heated make out session I almost didn't hear Kenny yell for the end of the scene.

"Cut!" He shouted Charlie immediately letting me go. I scoffed pushing myself away from him to see his hair disheveled, his lips plump, and smeared with my red lipstick. I'd be lying if I didn't admit I wanted to finish what we started now. But I couldn't do that when the insanely hot actor I wanted to push me up against the wall also happened to be my worst enemy.

"That was great guys!" Kenny said walking towards us.

"We might reshoot tomorrow if we have time since this is a kids show and that was a little too not kid friendly. Maybe hold back on the tongue"

"You got it Kenny"

"It's already late enough thank you two for staying back tonight we really had to get this in. Have a good night!"

"It was no problem. See you tomorrow" I smiled at our director as he walked away. I turned back to the boy beside me glaring at him.

"Well that was shitty. He's right you use way too much tongue. It was like Niagara Falls" I spoke using hand gestures. I watched the brunette roll his eyes in annoyance making me grin. Turning back around I began to walk back towards my trailer deciding to just turn in my costume tomorrow. Like I had done so many times after shooting until the am.

"You know I've had plenty of people who think my kissing is amazing" Charlie spoke walking a few feet away from me seeing as his trailer was right beside mine. Unfortunate perks of playing love interest who broke up in the show.

"I hate to break it to you Charles but they lied"

"Shut up. I'm done with your shit for the day"

"You know if there's one thing I hate more than having to shoot a scene so late it's having to shoot it with you Gillespie"

"Yeah well it's no fun for me either. I mean having to make out with a fucking jerk and act like I'm in love with her. Isn't exactly the highlight of my year!" He whispered shouted making sure no one heard us. It was late and the very few people who stayed in their trailers were probably dead asleep due to how long filming went on today.

"Not for me either! Why do you hate me so much? I swear I tried to be fucking nice to you when we met"

"Please you were anything but nice" He argued making me facepalm.

"You fucking liar! I introduced myself. I stuck my hand out for you to shake and you completely denied it. If anything you're the prick and the asshole!" I shouted reaching the outskirts of my trailer.

Suddenly I felt my body collide with the cold vehicle behind me and a cold hand landing on my mouth. My eyes widened looking up at the man in front of me who's chest was heaving.

"You wanna say that to my face y/l/n" He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Look we both promised that we'd keep this little feud between us a secret for the sake of the show and our cast mates. So if you don't shut that big mouth of yours we might just get caught" He whispered making me roll my eyes.

Finally coming back to my senses I removed his hand from my mouth, looking him straight in the eyes.

"You fucking prick" I repeated myself seeing what he would say next. But he didn't say anything. Not a word.

I watched his face closely as his eyes flickered to my lips. He slowly leaned forward hesitant on his actions. Rolling my eyes I took initiative, smashing my lips onto his. I let out a breath as he lifted my leg up to pull me closer. Nearly letting a moan escape as I felt his hard on press against the front of my jeans.

"Can't even fucking make the first move. How fucking dry your sex life must be" I panted teasingly as we pulled away.

"Shut the fuck up" He whispered pressing his lips to mine once more with such a force. I immediately kissed back realization hitting me. We were in the middle of a parking lot filled with trailers.

I pushed him away taking his hand leading him to my trailer that wasn't too far. He complied following closely behind. Pressing his body into mine as I unlocked the door as quick as possible. I stepped into the trailer switching on the dim light. I bit my lip turning around to finally face Charlie who stood there with his beautiful blue eyes darkened with lust.

"Are we really gonna do this?" I asked leaning on the counter in the small kitchen area.

"I don't know. I-I mean we don't have to if you don't want to. We could just leave it here if that's w-what you want"

"Well what do you want?" I asked raising an eyebrow. I watched as his body shifted uncomfortably as I removed the jean jacket on my body leaving me in a silky satin cami.

"I really wanna fuck you" He responded biting his lip. My stomach filling with butterflies getting the response I was hoping for.

"Then do it" I stated watching as he made his way towards me. Crashing his lips onto mine. I let out a huff as he lifted me off the ground and pushed me onto the counter roughly. My back hitting the wood behind me forcefully.

"Seriously?" I panted pulled away from the kiss first.

"Sorry" He muttered sheepishly before diving into my neck. Finding a spot to suck on. I craned my neck allowing him more access not even caring that I'd have to deal with the makeup team tomorrow.

Before giving it a second thought I pulled off my top tossing it across the room leaving me in a teal Lacey bra. The same color of the cami I was wearing.

"Holy fuck" Charlie whispered most blankly admiring the view. I let out a giggle tugging at his shirt as well signaling I wanted it off. He quickly got the message.

It was my turn to drool seeing his tightly toned abs turning me on even more than I already was. I was knocked out of my trance by Charlie kissing me passionately once more. My eyes fluttering shut, pulling the hairs on his neck. Our tongues now fighting for dominance.

His hands moved away from my waist to my back. Unhooking my bra from my body. We shifted slightly, the material being flung across the room. Within seconds his hands roamed my body freely once more. A groan escaping my mouth as his lips moved down my neck.

Until eventually settling on my nipple. My core was now throbbing in anticipation of his next moves.

I bit my lip trying to keep quiet but at the rate his hands were moving it was nearly impossible. I watched as he moved down my body. Undoing my jeans quickly.

I whimpered as Charlie spread my legs apart. Toying with the thin fabric of the panties I was wearing. Feeling myself getting wetter by the second I grasped onto his hair. "Fuck Charlie please" I whined as he began to place kisses up my thighs. Each one a little longer than the last.

"Please what?"

"Don't make me fucking ask again Gillespie. I don't beg" I spoke pulling him harder from his hair. Forcing him to look up at me.

He growled at my actions ripping apart the fabric and tossing it off to the side.

My back arched feeling his slender fingers enter me. A loud moan escaping my lips as he skillfully pumped his fingers in and out of my entrance.

I bit my lip tightly opening my legs wider to give him better access. Only to feel the feeling of pleasure leave my body.

"What the fu-" My words were cut off by Charlie grabbing me by the thighs. Pulling me closer to the edge of the counter.

"Holy shit" I moaned as he dipped his head between my legs to attach himself to my now sensitive cunt. Sucking on it harshly with no hesitation. His tongue moved around so effortlessly. I threw my head back as my fingers entangled into his hair wanting to feel him now more than ever.

"So fucking good" He groaned pulling away to add two fingers. Doubling the satisfaction. My lips parting to slightly as my eyes screwed shut.

"Charlie I'm s-so close" I muttered feeling his fingers spread up. Within seconds he sent me over the edge. Pleasure coursing through my body. I panted loudly attempting to steady my breathing. Watching as Charlie stood up. Lifting his glistening fingers up to his lips sucking off every last drop of cum that coated them. I let out another moan at the sight feeing myself getting turned on again.

"You okay?" He asked raising an eyebrow at me. I giggled seeing his already plump lips swollen.

"Perfectly fine Charles" I spoke wiping off my juices running down his chin with a towel nearby.

"A thousand times better now actually"

"I'm glad to hear you say that baby. Cause I'm not done with you" He whispered holding me firmly by the waist.

"Oh really?" I asked raising an eyebrow at the boy.

"Well unless you wanna wait until tomorrow after our first date"

"First date? Are you asking me out?"

"So what if I am? You got a problem with it y/l/n?"

"Nope. No problem here. Well except for the fact that I'm all dirty and sweaty" I said running my fingers through his messy hair.

"Well that just won't do for my princess will it? Round 2 in the shower?" He questioned making me laugh.

"If you think you can make me cum again then yes" I laughed pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Oh I know I can" He mumbled into my lips before lifting me off the counter. I giggled as he walked to the bathroom in the back of the trailer. The small confined space making me realize just how hot he actually was. It was. I balanced myself as he put me down to turn on the water. I began to set it at a warm temperature, Listening as Charlie stripped himself of the rest of his clothes from behind me.

"Your so beautiful" Charlie whispered wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"Mmm you weren't saying that last week"

"I wasn't saying it but I was thinking it" He spoke as I felt something poking me from behind.

"You think about me?" I asked turning around to face him.

"A lot" He responded as I walked backwards. The warm water hitting me from above for a split second before my back hit the cold wall.

"Good" I responded as he pinned me up against the wall.

I huffed as his large hands grabbed me from behind my thighs. Wrapping my legs around his waist. Our make out session getting more heated by the second. Pulling him closer wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of me.

He was quick to line himself up to my entrance. Entering me slowly.

"C-can I move?" He asked after a moment. I nodded thankful he let me adjust to his size.

Within seconds we both were a wreck as he pounded into me. A string of curse words leaving our lips as the warm water fell over us.

I moaned as he hit my g-spot. My legs becoming weaker the faster he moved. I felt familiar knot forming at the pit of my stomach as he let out a noise of disgruntlement.

"Fuck baby I'm almost there"

I nodded along. Not daring to attempt to form any words. Both of us reaching our climax one after the other.

"We should do this again sometime. You know after our date" He grinned placing me down gently.

"I agree" I spoke moving under the water. I sighed contently as his arms wrapped around me from behind. His lips grazing my skin as he place chaste kisses upon it. A small smile forming on my face.

As much as this was the end of our little feud it also a new beginning to a new relationship.

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[chocoenvy]

I'm at 92% on Enkanomiya and I'm going crazy where are the chests I missed where the seelies at bruh why does it have so many hidden passages ajdkdkfk I still love that place tho

IT'S PACKED FULL OF SECRET STUFF IT'S SO FUN!!! I got sidetracked a billion times and ran into a couple dead ends that I couldn't figure out how to progress before I even unlocked the map.

I'm at u h... 18% completion but! I can still tell that it's an amazing place! I'm pretty sure there's a bunch of lore there from what I've heard but again, I haven't explored it at all.

Good luck finding the last couple things! the electro compass words in Enkanomiya so if you haven't already tried it then that'll help :>

[saktetsu]

'You're Mine' Demon!Oikawa x Princess!Reader [Chapter 1]

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Over stimulation, Manipulation

This Chapter doesn't have Smut yet. Though I'll only continue this if someone asks for more. I don't wanna write something nobody wants to read.

It was a Dangerous World that they lived in, they all knew that. But despite the Danger that lurked around every corner, behind ever door; [F/N] [L/N], the Princess of Haikaru remained Innocent.

She had never crossed paths with Danger, had never experienced what it was like to lose something dear. The People of Haikaru purposely protected and shielded the Princess off from any sort of Darkness. She was their light, a light that they swore to Protect.

But of course, protecting her came with a major set back. Their walls less guarded from the Demons that lurked the night. But enough to keep them out. Well, most of them.

"Send him to the Dungeons, keep him out of sight and Lock him up as much as possible." The King, ordered his men.

"Yes, Sir." They voiced with a salute. "Move on your feet you Wretched Demon." One of the Soldiers kicked the said Demon, causing him to snarl out of annoyance.

"Now that's just rude." The horned Male barked out, his fangs showing.

"Move."

"Fine, fine~"

The Group of Guards surrounded the Demon, leading him slowly towards the entrance of the dungeons.

"Get in." One of them opened the door, shoving the Evil Entity inside. Soon after they entered as well, making sure to chain the Cyan Horned Man against the Single Wooden Pole. "This should keep you in place, Oikawa Tōru."

"Oh my, so you do know my Name? I'm quite flattered. Am I perhaps famous around here?"

"In your case yes. Yes you are. We've heard of what you've done to Humans like us. Demons should be banished, specifically a Demon as awful as you" And that was it, the last thing that the Group of Mortals said to the Beast. Leaving him alone in the empty open space, where only the chains that dug through his skin lay.

Oikawa moved his Left Arm slightly, hoping to snap the chains off with a bit of Magic. Only to be met by a sharp pain striking all throughout his body.

"Now, I wouldn't do that if I were you. These chains? They were made to keep Demons like you in place. To keep you from causing anymore trouble than you already have." The Royal turned on his heel. "You deserve to be treated like this."

"Dad, what's in there?" [F/N] pointed towards the cellar, where 2 Guards stood against.

"My sweet Princess, there is no need to be curious about what is within the door. You must avoid that place, for you are not safe there." Her Father replied, patting her head softly while a smile.

"Alright Father" She nodded her head slowly, yet curiosity still lingered inside her thoughts.

Eventually when night began to fall, [F/N] snuck out of her Room. Descending down the nice tiled stairs to approach her destination. She made sure to avoid the soldiers who were put on nightly duty.

Peeking around the corner, she spotted the two guards who were put to stay in front of the door. To her luck, they've fallen asleep. And was on the floor crouching.

[F/N] approached the two, giving them a slight poke to make sure that they are indeed asleep before taking what seems to be the key to the room.

As soon as she unlocked the door, she pushed it open. Making sure that she wouldn't make a single sound in the progress.

From what her Father had said before, this place was dangerous. Yet as soon as she stepped into the so called 'dangerous' room. She wasn't expecting to be met by a Handsome man, straddled with chains around his body. His arms had burns including his neck.

Without much hesitation she shut the door behind her slowly and approached the stranger. "Oh my God..- Are you alright?"

The man slowly opened his eyes, lifting his chin up to meet [E/C] orbs. Oikawa's eyes slightly widened, the scent of the most purest mortal he has ever smelled rushed through his nostrils. Instinctively, he leaned forward, causing the chains to burn his arms a tad bit more. Tōru grunted from the pain, and was unable to Heal himself unless they were off.

He was expecting her to run, to scream as soon as she saw his horns. But what he didn't expect, was her leaning in to slightly brush her finger against them. "What.. What are these? They're so cool"

Oh my, he wasn't expecting any of this at all. His lips quirked up into a devilish smirk, his eyes darkened with the thought of how innocent this little Mortal was. He often went out to many Villages to capture, and redeem souls. Hunted and killed Mortals who stood in his way to feast on their Flesh. But not only does he feed off of flesh, he also feeds off of arousal.

And here he was, chained to the floor with a full course buffet standing before him, offering her concern and curiosity. He could capture her, take her back to the underworld where he will make her his. His to love, his to cherish, and his to claim. "They're my Horns [F/N], you like them?"

[F/N] nodded slowly, she didn't question the Horned man how he knew what her name was. Instead, she maneuvered her way over to the source of the chains, quickly disengaging them.

"What.. The.. -" Tōru felt the chains loosen around him, his eyes darting over to the Precious Girl he sought to claim. "Why.. Why did you do that?" He questioned.

"You seem like a good Demon so.. I thought.. Maybe my Father was wrong about you. Plus um.. It looked like the chains were preventing you from talking properly without wincing in pain"

'She truly is innocent. Fuck, I want her even more now' he stood up, brushing the dust off his legs before completely healing his wounds. "Is that so? You're quite an observant little thing aren't you? But have you ever heard of a Good Demon?"

[F/N] shook her head. "No, I've never even met one up until now"

'Seriously? They were trying to protect her from us? How pathetic, yet rewarding..'

"Oh, well the pleasure's all mine little one. I am Tōru Oikawa. Don't bother telling me your Name." He walked closer, expecting her to back away in fear that she had made the wrong choice. But once again he was proven wrong when she didn't move at all. Instead her eyes remained staring back into his. "How can I repay you Princess..~?"

"Become my Friend"

Oikawa was stunned, his mouth ajar as his eyes grew. "Excuse me? Could you, perhaps-- I don't know--- Repeat that?"

"I said.. Become my.. Friend. My Father doesn't let me go out of the Castle walls, and I don't really have Friends here. I mean I do get along with the people around here but they never really showed interest in trying to get to know me"

"I see.. So you want me, the King of the Underworld, to become your Friend?" Without much of a reply, [F/N] nodded her head vigorously.

"Alright then, I'll be your Friend Little One. I'll make sure to visit you once in a while in your room." Oikawa leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Make sure to not tell anyone with our little Meet ups alright?"

"I won't, I promise.." [F/N]'s cheeks reddened a bit, not expecting to get a kiss on the forehead by the King of the Underworld himself.

But what she didn't know, was that the kiss contained more than just a Thank You. It was a way to tell the other Demons similar to him to back off as soon as they smelled her essence. With the invisible pendant forming on her forehead only for demons to admire, she was practically untouchable.

Days passed with Oikawa constantly visiting [F/N] in secret. Their Friendship growing into a much more passionate one. The lingering touches he dreamt of doing to her were kept at bay, fearing that he might ruin his only chance to claim her.

"Tōru?" [F/N] called out in a soft voice, she nudged her Demon friend on the shoulder a bit.

"Huh" His eyes widened slightly, being snapped out of his thoughts. "What is it?"

"You've been thinking for a while. What has you troubled?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." He slowly lets out a long, low sigh as he feels his hair through his fingers.

"Well, if you say s-"

A sudden knock came from the door, capturing both Tōru's and [F/N]'s attention. Her eyes widened in panic as she quickly got up, ushering Oikawa to leave before he was seen.

"Yes? I'm here!" She replied, her voice was soft and timid compared to her usual out going self.

"Is something wrong?" The knight asked from behind the door. "Your Father sent me here to accompany you. Apparently you've been more distant lately, spending most of your time in your room.. Is there.. Anything I could do to help?"

[F/N] slowly opened the door, peaking through to see who it was. And to her surprise, it was Iwaizumi Hajime. a Friend of hers from a far away village. The only Friend that her Father allowed to blossom. "H-Hajime-"

"I know, it's been a while hasn't it? [F/N]." He smiled ever so softly before staring back at the door that kept him from slinging his arms around her. "Mind if I get in?"

"Not at a- eep!" She stilled, feeling a pair of hands rest on either side of her waist. Slowly moving down to her core. She turned to look at Tōru who had a shit eating grin, obviously proud of the reaction he got from you. "Tōru.. Not now.. What are you doing.. -"

"Is someone there with you?" Iwaizumi asked with a concerned look on his face.

"N-NO- No, I was just startled. You haven't been in my room for.. Over 6 years y'know, and it's kind of overwhelming"

"R-Right... You're making me feel old [F/N]"

"That's because you are, blehhh" Hajime chuckled, forcefully pushing the door open with his strong arms.

"Alright, that's it you little trouble maker. I'm coming in whether you like it or not"

"NO- WAIT N-" She quickly turned to look at Tōru, but was met with an empty room. No trace of him but her bed and along with her other furniture.

Iwaizumi stepped in the room, chuckling at her childish actions. "You seriously can't be that embarrassed with me being here, are you?"

"Kind of... But um, apart from that. How's your Village? Everything alright?"

"Everything's been normal. Not to mention the Grand King hasn't visited us for over a week. It's quite a relief, yet terrifying." He walked further into the room, taking his helmet off with a Huff.

"I wonder why.." [F/N] mumbled out softly. Of course she knew why, she was the reason that Oikawa has been rarely seen out and about. He's always hanging out in her room, chatting, and laughing with her as if he wasn't some demonic entity. But at the end of the day, he's still the King of the Underworld. "How long are you gonna stay here for? Not that I want you to leave or anything"

"Maybe for a couple of days. You know, until you brighten up a bit."

"Haji, I'm okay I promise."

"You Promise?"

"Pinky Promise"

Hajime stared straight into her eyes with concern, but eventually sighed. "Fine, but if your Dad yells at me for not cheering you up? You're so in for it."

"Pfft, yeah, yeah" She quickly plopped herself beside Iwaizumi, slinging her arms around him with a cheerful smile. "I missed you"

He stuttered out a small 'Thank you' before wrapping his arms around her waist. His cheeks were painted pink as he dipped his head against her shoulder.

Little did the two know, a certain horned man was watching them, anger flowing all throughout his body as his fists clenched. She was supposed to be his, not that porcupines woman.

[zachsgamejournal]

PLAYING: Resident Evil 7

I know I'm about 3 years late to the party, but I was hesitant to trust that Capcom could get back in touch with their Survival Horror roots.

My very regrettable mistake...

So: Resident Evil for PS1/Saturn was great!

Cinematic Storytelling: The game could be completed in under 2 hours (if you knew what you were doing). So that means you're not spending days to get through a feature-film level story (unlike SOME games). It makes the plot and characters a more crucial part of the experience.

Puzzles: Sure, the puzzles are little wacky: like clicking buttons under pictures in chronological order or you get attacked by well-trained zombie birds. But it made the game more than moving from point-a-to-b. It's about exploring and understanding your environment. Speaking of which...

The Environment: The Mansion (and it's other areas) was a character unto itself. It had secrets and a past. And since the game wasn't designed as a series of sequential levels, you really get to know the environment.

Zombies: Zombies were not the mainstream success they are now. Hell, Vampires were just barely getting attention through Interview the Vampire. I became obsessed with zombies and bought all 3 major films in existence.

Such a different time...

Anyway, the point, RE1 was great, RE2 was better, RE: Code Veronica was pretty good, and RE4 is stupid.

Well...not stupid, but it completely changed Resident Evil, and not for the better. While folks loved RE4, it really was the start of a new franchise, which RE5 and RE6 followed. And that's fine--except they sacrificed what Resident Evil was to make way for this new product.

Succinct, mystery-driven storytelling was replaced with nonsensical twist and turns that did little to grow the overall world or its characters. They just stretched contrived cliffhangers across overlong campaigns of mass murder.

Puzzles, as best i can remember, were sacrificed for challenge rooms filled with enemies while the player looked for the exit switch.

The environment, as great as the graphics were, simply became battle zones meant to offer shallow context to the bloodbath gameplay. RE4 did have a strong aesthetic, but you don't get to know each room and hall like you do in the classics. Nothing but well-dressed strangers to high-five as you pass by.

And what happened to the Zombies. I mean, they still had zombies--but they weren't zombies. Whatever. Resident Evil has always had a diverse set of monsters. They didn't have to sacrifice zombies...

All this to say, Resident Evil 7 is awesome!

The opening was a little cheesy with poorly synced dialog and a helicopter shot of Louisiana swampland I'm sure they stole from True Detective stock footage.

But once I took over the character, I was hooked. The game looks great on my phone and TV via Stadia. I enjoyed walking through the woods and house, looking at every little detail the artists meticulously placed.

I've seen most of a playthrough on Youtube (though I was distracted). So I kind of knew what to expect. It's way more intense when you play. Having dialog and cutscenes playout without leaving the first person camera is great at making you feel "there". So all that goes down and I end up in the house for dinner.

Watching this bit on YouTube, I was a little turned off by the obvious Chainsaw Massacre connections: but original RE was heavily influenced by horror films, why not this? (I also have a better understanding of this family cause I know some things.)

Once I gained control, roaming around the kitchen/dining/living room area was great. I was seeing hints to future puzzles, scavenging for supplies, and finding notes giving clues to events that were happening. Very Resident Evil.

I struggled a bit trying to get away from Jack. Since they gave me a hiding spot, I assumed stealth was gonna be a major component. Nope. Not really. Eventually I get to the save room (A SAVE ROOM!!) and then on to the garage fight.

I wasted all my ammo when I probably just needed to grab the car keys. Lesson learned. Jack trying to run me over was kind of crazy, and maybe a little laughable since I was just swiping at him with a pocket knife for five minutes.

After that, more of the house opens up. It's insanely huge and illogically designed. While it creates some great hallways, and helps the designers break the home up into controllable sections: there's no house build like this: wtf...

Going into the basement reminded me of RE2. The molded, I think, are people the family has kidnapped and infected with something. Some change and some don't. Know they've turned into very lethal zombie-esque creatures. Since they're infected people stumbling about, I'm gonna say they've rekindled the zombie. Kinda.

To fight these guys, I've resorted to my pocket knife. Saves ammo. I basically dance around them like I did guards in Thief, wacking where I can. Eventually I chop off their hands, often without taking damage. But the crab guy in the incinerator required a shotgun blast.

One of the fights, he cut off my leg and I was crawling around. I thought it was a scripted scene (I mean, I lost my arm already). Nope. You're supposed to pick it up and reattach it. Ah-well.

Jack wandering around the new area was frustrating. It seemed I could never lose him, so wasted a lot of health and ammo stunning him. His boss fight was pretty rough. I nearly gave up. It took some time getting used to the chainsaw. Right as I was about to switch to easy, I had a near perfect run and defeated him. My wife laughed at the way I was squirming on the couch trying to get a hit in without being cut in half!

Made it to the old house with the bugs. This went way faster. It reminded me of the guard house from RE1, which also had giant wasps. Without Jack or molded zombies, it was actually really easy to explore the house and solve its secrets. Once the old lady showed up, I thought I could lure her away from the exit room. She didn't buy it, so I just ran past her.

When it came to her boss fight, it reminded me a lot of Laughing Octopus in Metal Gear Solid. Which that boss was practically a horror movie in of itself. I thought the flame thrower was gonna be the way to go, but a guide suggested focusing on her belly. And I kept running out of fuel, then being harassed by flies. So I opted for the shotgun and had a successful run.

About a year and a half ago, I played through the original RE as Chris. I remember there was a point about a third of the way through that I had about seven rounds of pistol ammo, and a single green herb--yet several zombies stood in my way. I wasn't sure I was going to make it. But then, I unlocked the shotgun and the game became a breeze. Suddenly I had too much ammo, and too many healing items!

That has kind of happened here. I'm doing well on healing items (though I've used up my shotgun). Still, I feel confident sprinting around and doing quick searches of spaces. I don't even fight the molded much anymore.

Getting into Zoe's trailer was interesting, but you can interact with her bra. I thought that was kind of pervy. I'm guessing Zoe is a part of the family? I imagine she's some how the source.

I think it's great they keep putting the grandma in different places without explanation. The way she looks at you sometimes is creepy...

I'm not a huge fan of the VHS flashbacks. Often, they have you play areas you've either already played or will play. While it's inspired some game ideas of my own, it just feels like a cheap gimmick to get more playtime.

Anyway, this really does feel like a reboot of Resident Evil. It's capturing the strong environmental storytelling of the originals, and making it more about the horror, less about the action. I'm actually getting into the plot and mystery. I look forward to getting my answers.

[iamoncewas]

My thoughts on the KH3 tutorial Dive to the Heart. This is kind of crazy, but I don’t think it happened during Sora's death at all.

Sora's Dive to the Heart in KH1 was a dream, he was asleep on the beach, and the KH1 intro is the start of the dream. It begins with Sora falling into water, into darkness, away from a light, symbolic of him growing more distant from Riku as he gets closer to Kairi. It ended with Sora waking up after being swallowed in darkness.

When Riku dove into his heart in DDD, after defeating the Armored Ventus Nightmare, Sora was consumed in his heart's darkness much the same way. Ansem the Wise told Riku that defeating the Nightmare is what freed him.

I believe Sora would have woken up after he sank into the darkness. And Riku did not have to go deeper into his heart, answer the 3 questions, and have this lengthy conversation with AtW, which is what gave Sora, Donald, and Goofy enough time to have a tea party. By the time Riku got back, Sora had been awake for a while.

So then, why did AtW tell Riku that answering the questions was what woke him up? Because it did, it just "woke him up" a different way.

When Riku dives into Sora's heart in DDD, he sees the blue coloured station we see in KH3, and in Roxas's Dive in KH2, part of the Station of Calling, where it was connected to a red and green station. I believe these are symbolic of Aqua, Terra, and Ventus, the hearts connected to Sora's, and also to Roxas, who helped shape their destiny. The blue one then, represents Aqua. Riku also sees memories, of him and Sora, and various floating Sora's he must touch (XD) on the way down. All kinds of Sora's, KH1, KH2, DDD, Anti (who attempt to stop Riku by attacking him with X's. The sigil). The KH2 model, Sora's current self, becomes more prevalent the deeper Riku goes. This is called "Sora's Soul World" (ソラの精神世界 Sora no Seishin Sekai). So in KH3, Sora must be in his Soul World as well.

After Riku dives through the ring, he awakens on the station, which is already covered in darkness. After defeating the Nightmare, we see Sora’s station is now coloured differently than when Riku was diving. It was coloured like this in BBS when he contacted Ventus, his very first DttH, called "Sora's Mind". I guess this means, Riku dove into Sora's Soul World, and then entered Sora's Mind.

Sora then sinks deeper into his heart's darkness. Riku unlocks the keyhole in Sora's heart, there's a bright flash of white, and Sora's station was not shown again after that in DDD. Riku then opens his eyes on Destiny Islands, deep within Sora’s heart, and this is when Sora’s KH3 dive starts.

In KH3, Sora lands on his own station, not on those of the 7 Princesses (so Kairi), like in KH1. He then hears "There are 7 hearts to save." There are so many hearts connected to Sora's that this could mean almost anyone, and I do think it's supposed to have more than one meaning. However, here I take it to mean the hearts of the 7 Princesses, just like it would have meant in KH1 (and funny enough that was the impression I got first playthrough). The 7 Pure Lights were made from Riku, their light is his light, and if he died, their light would have been extinguished.

Sora sees the mirror, which signifies him taking a clear look at himself, self reflection, seeing one's truth. After passing through and becoming his current self, he is surrounded by walls of memories and most of these memories are clearly Sora's. However, I believe they are also Riku's, for one of them shows Sora unconscious in Where Nothing Gathers, and another shows Kairi receiving Destiny's Embrace from Riku. It also however, shows the aftermath of when I'm suggesting this is happening. When Riku is named a Master. Sora wouldn't have seen that yet. But he would have, in the original timeline, and the memory would remain in his heart. I believe that's what this sequence signifies, Sora getting closer to the memory of what happened originally. Riku also saw memories as he was diving into Sora's heart, and saw the same station Sora is standing on. Which represents his connection to Aqua, the one who gave him his role: to stay with Riku, and keep him safe. And if it's the Master speaking to Sora in this dive, Sora himself, this is exactly what he would want him to remember. [This could also be Riku's voice, since Sora tells him "I was watching what was going on in my dream, and I could hear your voice the whole time."]

So as Riku was answering his three questions, Sora was answering his three questions.

Sora is then led to the Final World, by Riku's ocean scene from KH1 (his KH1 DttH), by a light, and is the contrast to Sora falling away from the light at the beginning of the KH1 intro. Sora would then be seeing this right after Riku answers his three questions. The water washes over his station completely, and usually water means darkness, but in dives to the heart darkness is shown as such, as darkness. So the fact that it's water, still means darkness, but accepted as merely that, not as something "evil."

In KH3, his station isn't supported by a column. This is strange because, even when Ventus was dying, his station broken and crumbling, it was still supported by a column. Later when Sora wakes Ventus, its not really clear, but it also doesn't appear to be supported by a column (that I can see).

So, in KH3, when Sora's heart has no foundation, I believe this is what is meant by an "unchained heart". A heart that is free, literally floating. Riku did this when he unlocked the Final Keyhole in Sora's heart, and I believe it affected all of his selves through all of his lifetimes. This is the significance of the repeated imagery of multiple Sora's we saw in DDD. I believe this never happened in the original timeline, even if everything else happened the same way. Riku would have defeated the Nightmare, and Sora would have woken up. That's it. This is how the Master of Masters achieved his goals, through dreams, through death, through darkness, through the heart, things that "cannot be measured in time and space". His power could be said to be the mastery of the nature of the heart itself. A fitting power for Sora. But only Riku has the power to unchain his heart, which was apparently vital to everything, and the MoM's Riku must not have done so before he died. He used the Mark of Mastery exam, the dream, as the moment he could affect (and also, the moment Sora died) Dal segno al Coda, "from the sign" of Coda. Or, "from the sigil".

Sora then sees the light above the water and surfaces, and this is Sora moving on from the Station of Awakening to the Final World, even deeper into his heart, deeper into the dive. This is what Chirithy was talking about when she told Sora he'd been there before.

He then looks up at a cloudy sky, showing us there is no sun, no light source there that caused that light above the water. Where'd you go light?

After that Shadows appear. I believe this is proof that Sora is not dead or dying here, it's still a part of his Dive. We saw no Heartless in the Final World after dying in the Keyblade Graveyard. Hearts that are dead can't be corrupted by darkness. They’re dead.

The Darkside surfaces to bring us back to Sora’s KH1 DttH once more, but again, it is made of water, not darkness. It represents Sora's confusion about his feelings for Kairi, which are, again, not something evil or bad, but something painful. “Hurting is a part of caring.” He loves her as well, as much as he loves Riku (his heart is literally connected to both of them). But his very soul is shared with Riku and that is something that can't be changed, even if Sora wanted it to be. They’re soul mates. It's fate. I believe that's what the Lost Page refers to.

"Unable to permit disharmony, you will be disappointed by fate, and lose sight of true strength..." Sora felt his deep connection with Riku, but ignored it, and focused his attention on Kairi once she came into their lives (I assume, because Riku was a boy). He's just been hiding these feelings, pushing them down. Convincing himself they are something else. He then lost sight of the source of his strength. Which is his love for Riku. "Misreading the truth, you will venture forth in secrecy..." His heart is also connected to Kairi’s, so he feels love for her too. So he misread the truth, and figured he must be meant to be with her. (Again, most likely because she’s a girl) He has kept any romantic feelings for Riku he’s had a secret. Plus, he is aware of Kairi's romantic love for him, which would have made it all the easier to push any feelings for Riku aside.

The last passage specifically refers to Riku's death, the result of these actions. Sora's betrayal, since he's the traitor, a traitor to his own heart, and subsequently to both Riku and Kairi. And all those connected to him.

After Sora defeats the Darkside, it cuts to Yen Sid's tower, a scene we know didn’t start there. After defeating the Darkside in KH1, Sora was consumed in darkness and then woke up. To Kairi. Right before that, Sora, like Riku, was also asked three questions on Destiny Islands in his dive. The same questions Riku was asked, just worded slightly differently. No matter what response Sora gave they all responded basically the same, "Is _____ really that important?" But Riku’s correct answers all had to do with his love for Sora.

Sora also woke up after defeating this Darkside, and realized the truth. [There’s probably more to this scene after the fight, but this is already super long] I also think this is why Sora reacted so affectionately when Riku got back, and hugged him not once, but twice. Because Riku freed his heart from it’s bonds, for all of their lifetimes, and Sora could feel it.

"I've never been better... Thanks, Riku."

[motleyfuckingcruee]

One Last Time (Nikki Sixx x Reader One Shot)

Requested:

@miriampraez

Summary:

Hi!! I’ve read that you take request right now and i’m wondering if you could do a Nikki one shot based on the lirics of the song One last time by Ariana Grande and romantic smut

Warnings:

Fluff, angst, language, and smut (sorry if the smut sucks. I've never written something like this before)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

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(Y/B/N) = your best friend's name

(Sksksk i made this gif 👇)

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Your best friend pretty much drags you into Vince's house. You look around at the packed house full of sweaty bodies grinding against each other. You cringe at the sight of a couple pretty much fucking each other in the corner. This has never been your scene. Not even when you were with Nikki. Your heart drops at the thought of him.

Nikki fucking Sixx.

The man who broke your heart.

You know he's going to be here tonight. You expect him to be completely moved on from your relationship and making it with some busty blonde.

"Vinny really wants you here tonight," (Y/B/N) says.

She's been dating Vince for about two years now. You think they're great together. It's just that sometimes you don't trust Vince to keep his hands to himself.

"Why could Vince want me here?" You ask, feeling really skeptical at that.

It's no secret that Vince hated you when you two first met. He's learned to tolerate you over the years.

"Because you're one of his best friends!" She exclaims, trying to force a smile onto her face.

You roll your eyes. "That's bullshit. You're a terrible liar."

Y/B/N bites down on her lip. A tell tale sign she's guilty.

"Alright, Vince is worried about Nikki," She says, not meeting your eyes. "Vince hopes that if Nikki sees you one last time, he'll be able to get over you."

You scoff, following her into the kitchen. "Nikki misses me? I'm sure he's already fucked half of the girls in this room. Maybe even more!"

"(Y/N), he's not even leaving his house anymore! Vince sent me over to check on him one day and he was high off his ass!" (Y/B/N) exclaims.

Your heart stops. "He's shooting up again?"

She nods. "Worse than before. He's so strung out he could barely form a sentence. Hell, he could barely walk!"

"Fuck," You mumble, running a hand through your tangled hair.

You glance around, hoping to see Tommy or Mick. You know they could help you talk some sense into Nikki. Instead, your eyes fall on the gorgeous black haired man you've been dreading to see.

Surprisingly, there are no girls hanging around him. There isn't even Tommy by him. He's giving off his "Don't fuck with me" vibe. That's definitely a tell tale sign that he's shooting up again.

You leave your best friend at the counter, making your way to Nikki. You're scared that he'll go off on you. He's not the sweet Nikki you know. He's the Nikki that only cares about getting high.

You sit down next to him. He doesn't notice you at first. You shift in your seat, which causes Nikki to see who made the movement. His eyes widen as he meets yours.

"(Y-Y/N)?" He asks, stunned.

"Nikki, what the hell have you been doing to yourself?" You ask, looking at him with sympathy.

He completely ignores your question, reaching forward and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He cups your cheek in his hand as he stares deeply into your (E/C) eyes.

"Please tell me this isn't another hallucination," He says, almost to himself.

You shake your head. You feel your heart melt at how broken he seems to be. "It's not in your head Nikki. I'm here."

He smiles, leaning forward. His lips catch yours. You kiss him back without any hesitation. God, how you missed his lips on yours. You hate to admit it, but you missed him. So many things are said in this kiss. I'm sorry, Forgive me, I love you, and please let me fuck you.

He pulls you aggressively into his lap. His hands travel down to your ass. He squeezes it, causing you to gasp into the kiss.

His lips break apart from yours. His lips trail wet open mouthed kisses down your neck. Your mind goes into a different place. It's only you and Nikki.

The sound of someone breaking something brings you back to reality. You gently push Nikki off of you. He looks up at you like you had just kicked him.

You lean down and whisper in his ear, "Let's go back to your place."

You know for a fact his house is maybe five minutes away. You've never been more grateful that Nikki chose a house close to Vince's.

Nikki doesn't respond. He only scoops you up into his arms bridal style. He carries you out of the party and to his car.

The entire way over, he couldn't keep his hand off of you. It was trailing further and further up your thigh until his hand just rested on your clothed core. He constantly teased your entrance.

Once you got to his house, you know you're done with the foreplay. You just want him to fuck you so that you can't walk for the next week.

Nikki unlocks the house, pushing you inside and against the wall.

His hands run all over your body. His lips are attacking your neck, leaving multiple love bites everywhere. His hands finally rest on the backs of your thighs. This is his signal for you to jump. You do so, wrapping your legs around his waist. He grinds into you agonizingly slow. He sucks at the exposed skin on your collarbone. You let out a small moan.

He tugs off your shirt, nearly ripping it in the process. You want to scold him, but he took off your bra without any warning. You're impressed that he didn't rip this one. You tug on his shirt, signalling that you want it off. He does as you wish. Your hands run over his shoulders then down his chest. You wrap your arms back around his neck when he pulls you away from the wall.

He carries you up the stairs. Your naked chests and lips are pressed together. You feel like you can barely breathe. You've missed this so damn much.

He practically throws you onto the bed. He tugs your leather shorts off. He smirks as he realizes you're wearing no underwear. You feel the need to cover yourself, but Nikki pins your hands above your head before you can do anything.

"Don't cover yourself up, baby," Nikki says, his eyes raking over your exposed body. "You're so goddamn beautiful."

He takes his other hand and gets his pants off. He wasn't wearing underwear either. He takes his free hand and slides a finger up your slit.

"Already so wet for me, baby," He mumbles, letting go of your hands.

He goes down to start eating you out, but you stop him. He looks at you questioningly.

"I want you to fuck me, Sixx," You say, feeling desperate.

He doesn't respond. He reaches over to the nightstand, opening a drawer. He pulls out a condom with a smile on his face. He rolls it onto his hard length. He thrusts into you without warning. He doesn't let you adjust to his size.

He pulls almost all the way out, then slams back into you. He thrusts hard and mercilessly.

Him just being inside of you is enough for you to come undone. You moan out as his fingers trail their way down to your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves. His mouth sucks hard on your collarbone. Pleasure is rolling in waves throughout your body.

"Fuck, (Y/N)," Nikki moans. "You feel so good."

You moan at his words. You start to feel the white hot sensation in the bottom of your stomach. Nikki's thrusts get sloppy as he reaches his climax.

The only thing that can be heard is your heavy breathing and the slapping of your skin.

Nikki releases when you do. He rides out your highs, his face nuzzled in your neck. His hair tickles you. You resist the urge to laugh.

"Fuck," Nikki says out of breath.

He pulls out of you. He takes the condom off, then throws it in the trash next to his bed.

You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. You and Nikki used to share this bed. What the fuck did you just do?

You get up, starting to collect your things. Of course the only thing up here is your shorts. The rest is downstairs. Fuck.

"Where you going?" Nikki asks, grabbing your wrist.

"Home," You say cooly.

"No you're not," Nikki responds. "Look, (Y/N), I know I fucked up real bad. But, please give me another chance. I'll make it up to you."

You consider it for a moment. You miss him so much it hurts your heart. "Alright," You answer, laying back down with him. "On one condition. You won't shoot up anymore."

"Deal," He says. He pulls you closer, kissing you deeply. This kiss isn't lustful. It's full of his love. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too, Sixx."

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