#OUT OF ALL GAMES I WISH I COULD FORGET AND REPLAY

[skoulsons]

am i experiencing real sadness bc I’ll never relive GoT completely blind again and I’ll never hear certain lines that ripped my soul out of me for the first time ever again and I won’t get to fully experience the tradgedy of it all for the first time? yes

[xcherricutie]

🌺 drift away 🌺

[Lucifer Morningstar x Reader]

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four]

[Word Count - 1.4k]

[Tags: Angst, songfic (I can't help myself)]

[Notes: My first Hazbin Hotel one shot. Still new to Tumblr, and new to writing one shots, I'm used to writing longer form. Hope this post is up to the standard. It's like, 1 in the morning and I have work tomorrow morning, enjoy. I will hopefully get out a part that's kinda like a prequel, I wanna do Other Friends lol. Obvs inspired by Steven Universe.]

Let’s go in the garden, 

You’ll find something waiting, 

Right there where you left it, 

Lying upside down...

Excitement shot through your system, your feet dragging along the ground as a giggle bubbled from within you. You paused every few seconds as the man before you looked back, a single brow raised at your antics. He took a few steps forward, the sounds of your feet tapping as you followed along filling the air. He sighed, turning around. His eyes, golden sclera and deep red irises, landed on your own, though unfocused. Almost as if looking straight through you. 

He’d tried to keep you here, to stop you from following. He knew you were only doing what you were meant to do. You were made for him. An angel born purely to keep Lucifer in check, to keep him happy. You loved being by his side, you loved spending time with him on Earth, in the garden. You thought he loved it too. You thought he loved you. 

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer forced a smile for you. His wings softly flapped behind him, lifting him off the ground, raising him to be just above your face level. His finger tapped your nose, his enchanting voice coming through. “Here in the garden, let’s play a game, I’ll show you how it’s done.” 

“Here in the garden, stand very still,” His hands on your shoulders, you looked up at him with a beaming smile, happy to spend time with your love. 

“This’ll be so much fun,” Your voice, soft and delicate spoke, earning a smile from him. Your heart fluttered at his smile, his cheeks crinkling slightly as his eyes closed, appearing relaxed. At least to you. But appearances weren’t all what they seemed. 

“And then he smiled, that’s what I’m after,” You clenched a fist, pressing it to your chest, trying to calm your fast beating heart. You could feel the eyes of the demon behind you on you, the very demon that came from him. “The smile in his eyes, the sound of his laughter.” 

You could see the scene replaying before you all over again. You could even hear the soft chuckle that had once escaped his lips, his hands softly squeezing your shoulders. You knew she could see it too, but you didn’t want to acknowledge the memories that had begun to rush back to you, memories from long ago. Memories you’d wished you could forget. 

“Happy to listen, happy to play, happily watching him drift away...” 

Lucifer’s grip loosened on your shoulders, his wings flapping as he pulled away, leaving you to your little game. You watched him fly into the bright sky, disappearing in the light of the sun with another. But you didn’t think anything of it, because he loved you. He was playing with you, spending time with you. 

The girl behind you could only watch in silence, her throat squeezing closed as she tried to keep her inner turmoil to herself. She knew exactly where she was, exactly where you had taken her. The wilted bushes, the out-of-control bramble, the spiraling roots through the grass. This was the long-abandoned Garden of Eden. This was where it all began. Where Charlie’s father, Lucifer, had started humanity’s spiral into chaos, starting with you. 

“Happily waiting, all on my own, under the endless sky...” You glanced up to the stars dotting the night sky. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. You never wanted anyone to see this, you never even wanted to see it again yourself. Yet, here you were, sharing your vulnerability with the person you’d come down to Hell to kill. The princess of Hell herself, and Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie. You had let her in, showing her your memories. “Counting the seconds, standing alone, as thousands of years go by...” 

The roots had begun to cling to your still form, your body aching, your wings begging to be spread once more. Your hair, once something you had been proud of, now in shambles, grown out nearly to your feet. Deep bags had sunk into the skin under your eyes, a telling sign of your exhaustion. For how much longer must this game go on, you wondered, but never dared voice it. You were meant to make him happy, right? 

“Happily wondering, night after night, is this how it works? Am I doing it right?” Your fists clenched, unable to bear looking at your old self any longer, watching as your sickened form disappeared, turning into speckles of gold in the wind. You stepped forward into the place where you had once showed Charlie your older memories, resuming the familiar stance you had been in for over ten thousand years. “Happy to listen, happy to stay, happily watching him drift away...” 

A cool breeze blew through your hair, reminding you of the countless nights you took solace in the feeling, the only thing that reminded you that you were still alive, still conscious. Your eyes met Charlie’s, a faint smile on her face as you spotted the tears welling in her eyes. You turned away with the breeze, taking a step in the opposite direction of Charlie, startling her as she was quick to follow. 

“You keep on turning pages, for people who don’t care, people who don’t care about you,” 

You walked along the edge of a pond, legs brushing against the soft petals of the flowers surrounding the pond. The breeze pulled along the flowers, a long dead water lily being ripped from the ground. Grasping the weakened petals of the flower in your hand, you turned to Charlie with a soft smile, placing the flower in her blonde hair that felt just the same as his. Just as you pulled your hand away, turning your attention to the water, the flower crumpled in her hair, falling apart. 

“And still, it takes you ages, to see that no one’s there, see that no one’s there, see that no one’s there, everyone’s gone on without you...” Your eyes drifted back to the spot you had become a part of for so long. The spot you thought would one day claim you and set you free from the pain that he’d left behind in you. Charlie’s eyes followed, her eyes widening to see more of your memories, more of what her father had caused. 

“Finally, something.” 

The two seraphims, Sera and Emily, stood before you, fear and sorrow written across their faces. Emily ripped roots that had grown to hold you down tightly off, while Sera ran her fingers through your broken hair, tears streaming down her face. 

“Finally, news, about how the story ends.” 

Sera rambled on and on about everything you had missed. About how humanity had progressed. About the angels that had replaced you in society. Everybody thought you were dead, at the hands of the Devil. You didn’t understand any of it, not until she explained just what had happened, why you were even standing here, playing this game. 

“He isn’t an angel anymore, fallen long ago, leaving you for Lilith, and his brand-new daughter...” 

“Isn’t that lovely?” 

Tears streamed down Charlie’s face as she watched your younger self burst into tears, sobbing violently into Sera’s chest as she hugged you tightly, muttering useless apologies over and over. You cried and screamed, telling her to stop lying and to bring you to Lucifer, to end this game already. You begged and pleaded, telling her that it wasn’t like that, that he loved you, he asked you to stay and play with him. He couldn’t abandon you. You were his angel, his love. 

“Isn’t that cool?” 

You ignored the pain that squeezed your heart, watching as your memories faded in those familiar golden glimmers, begging that this would be the final time you’d have to see them. You ignored the hot tears that dripped down your cheeks, your emotions leaking through, escaping the tight hold you’d kept them in for so many years. 

“And isn’t that cruel? And aren’t I a fool to have happily listened, happy to stay, happily watching him drift, drift...” 

You squeezed a fist to your chest, your heart slowing down finally as you sighed deeply. This was the end. This garden, where everything had begun, would finally see the end of the story. Where you would finally let go of the memories that haunted you for ten thousand years, and move on with your life, putting an end to his little game. 

“Drift away...” 

[lelengerine]

pairing. chenle x reader

synopsis. the one where chenle wishes he was the reason you’d stay up till three, that he was more than just someone you’d walk by

genre. friends to ?? au (this is very much an open ending), one sided pining, mentions of being intoxicated (just a teensy bit… pls drink responsibly), chenle sits in his thoughts a lot in this, lmk if there’s anything that was missed!

wc. 0.8k words

notes. here's a little something while i write for renjun hehe anw! i love lele's cover for drunk texts by henry moodie like it literally lives in my mind rent free all year round… and to that, collectively we all say thank u lee mujin service 😁😁

m.list

november 5th.

it’s a chilly night. the kind where the air feels electric, and everything is heightened—the sky, the city lights, and the tension sitting heavily between you and chenle.

you’d been walking home together, like you always did after your weekly meetups with friends. the laughter from earlier had faded into a comfortable silence, but there was something about tonight, something in the way the silence stretched, the cool air wrapping around you both, that made chenle’s heart race for reasons he couldn’t name.

he snuck a glance at you, your eyes fixed on the stars, a soft smile playing on your lips. it was then he almost said it—those three words that bore the weight of all his feelings—almost.

the words were right there, tauntingly hanging on the tip of his tongue, heavy and ready to fall out, but then you began to laugh at something in the distance—a couple setting off fireworks, sparks shooting into the sky—and the moment slipped away before he could even get hold of it.

chenle swallowed the words and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets. forget it, he thought, heart sinking further with every second that passed. he wasn’t ready to risk everything. not yet.

“did you see that?” you asked, still staring above, and he can see the colorful bursts in the sky start to dance in your eyes.

a smile instinctively formed on his lips, though his chest ached with everything he couldn’t find the courage to say. “yeah,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual. “breathtaking.”

you assumed he was talking about the fireworks and flashed him a bright grin of agreement, but he was never talking about the fleeting lights in the sky to begin with. 

ʚɞ

april 7th.

five months later, and nothing has changed.

if anything, it’s only gotten worse—this tight feeling in his chest whenever you’re around, the way he finds himself thinking about you at odd hours of the night, replaying every moment in his head. the problem is, you have no idea. you treat him the same as always—like your best friend. like nothing’s different.

and that’s the hardest part.

chenle taps his phone screen again, staring at the half-written text he’s been drafting under your contact for what felt like hours. he’s had a couple drinks earlier in the night with his friends, just enough to loosen the tight grip on his inhibitions, just enough to make him feel bold enough to actually type his feelings out—as incoherent as they were.

his finger hovers over the send button. he knows he should delete it, he knows he’s playing a dangerous game. one wrong move and he could ruin everything—what you have, the friendship that meant more to him than anything else, but the thought to act impulsively for once lingers in his system more than it should.

what if you felt the same way? what if you’ve been waiting for him to say something all this time, too?

chenle shakes his head, cursing under his breath as he deletes the message. he’s not brave enough. not tonight. instead, he flops back on his bed with a faint grunt, phone still in his grip, wondering if you’re thinking about him right now; wondering if you were wide awake, just like him, waiting for a message that will never come despite any plea.

ʚɞ

the days stretch on, and he sees you as often as ever—movie nights, study sessions, spontaneous coffee runs. it wasn’t like he could have avoided you anyways. you were always together, and yet there’s always a gap between you, a line neither of you is willing to cross.

sometimes, when he catches you laughing at one of his dumb jokes or notices the way you glance at him when you think he’s not looking, he wonders if there’s something there. something more than friendship, something you’re both too afraid to say out loud.

but then, just as quickly, the moment fades, and the fear creeps back in.

what if i tell you the truth? what will i lose?

and soon enough, he finds himself under the serene glow of the moon yet again, the clock in his room striking midnight.

chenle stares at his phone, the same familiar ache settling in his chest like an unwelcome guest. his thumb hovers over your name in his contacts. he can’t help but wonder how things would be different if he had confessed all those months ago when he first realized his silly crush, if he hadn’t been so scared of what you might say—or worse, what you wouldn’t say.

the what-ifs were beginning to drive him crazy, and in a moment of reckless frustration, chenle starts typing, not bothering to overthink it this time. he hits send before he can regret it, leaving the consequences for his future self to handle in his stead. his heart pounds in his chest, and the minutes tick by in agonizing silence.

what if i ruined everything?

but then, his phone faintly buzzes, and a message flashes on the screen—one from you. he hesitates before opening it, stomach twisting like a bundle of nerves.

i was waiting for you to say something.

the breath he didn’t realize he was holding escapes in a rush. it wasn’t exactly a confession, not yet, but it’s enough. enough to give him hope.

and maybe—just maybe—he’s not the only one who’s been waiting.

[katelynnwrites]

imgonnagetyouback | laura freigang

warnings: somewhat of a friends with benefits and angst

word count: 367

summary: laura turns up on your doorstep after frankfurt gets knocked out of the dfb pokal semifinals because she doesn't know where else to go

a/n: the sixth installation of my 'the anthology' blurbs series

you wish you could say you were surprised there’s knocking on your door.

one could even say you were expecting it…and the blonde on the other side.

‘what are you doing here laura?’ you whisper, even though you already know.

the blonde’s cheeks are flushed and her eyes rimmed with red, clear evidence of her crying.

‘make me forget. please.’

‘lau no…we said that we won’t do this anymore. that the last time would be the last time. it’s not healthy.’ you try.

she might not be yours anymore but her pain is still your pain.

the striker swallows hard, her blue grey eyes welling with fresh tears as she replays her missed penalty over in her mind.

you know her well enough to realise what she’s doing. you’d watched the game too, frankfurt’s harsh loss of the dfb pokal semifinals being the reason why you anticipated the german woman’s presence in the first place.

‘if i ever meant anything to you, if you ever really loved me, you would give me this. please i-i’m begging.’

you wince, ‘that’s not fair.’

‘i’m not trying to be.’ your former girlfriend murmurs.

there’s a flicker of guilt within her but she pushes it down.

she’s hurt you she knows that and she knows that some part of you must resent her for it.

and it’s true.

you told your friends that you hate her but you love her just the same.

the two of you might have broken all the pieces of your relationship but the german woman still wants to play the game.

such is the hold she's always had over you that you indulge her each and every time. she can take the upper hand and touch your body.

now is no different.

with a quiet sigh, you let her into your apartment. into your bed where she quickly has you moaning her name, in between cries of ‘don’t stop!’

when dawn comes and laura leaves your apartment, the thought crosses her mind, 'i'm gonna get you back.'

it simply isn't necessary on her part because she’s made you think twice. you are beginning to find that despite your mutual break up, you were never not hers.

[saltofmercury]

"Games"

Pairing: König x reader

A/N: jesus what is up with you guys and angst? Can König and the reader just live in peace and love and fluff!?

Summary: You act on your "situationship" with König.

"Games"

He was a tall kid, a big baby. Attention surrounded him. He remembers the first form of attention was going into kindergarten being confused for a 2nd grader.

“No sweetheart, this is for the younger levels, I think you’re lost” teachers would say.

“But…” he said, “I’m only 5.” 

The teachers couldn’t believe it. What were they feeding this kid?

He still remembers how awful the kids were at his school. Kids who were clearly smaller than him, intimidated by his height. 

“Goliath” 

“Yeti” 

Making friends was something truly difficult. Lunch time was not his favorite because nobody would sit with him. He would sit on the end of the table chewing slowly so that when it was time for playtime, he would have the excuse of "I'm still eating.” When other kids had birthday parties in class, he struggled to wish them happy birthday because of how big the crowd was surrounding the birthday kid. When it was any other event, kids would hover away from him, forget his valentine, his goody bag. It seemed so daunting trying to make a friend, until a little girl helped him out in class one day.

She was the only person with enough kindness and patience for him. When the teacher called on him in class to answer the question she would quietly whisper to him the answer because he was too busy fixating on how he could make a friend today, then realizing it was his name that was called, then turning red, realizing his face was probably super red, then fumbling about how to respond to the teacher. 

“Four-teen” she said quietly so only he could hear. 

He struggled with his thoughts connecting to his tongue in order for him to say the word aloud.

“F….fourteen” he responded.

“Thank you” The teacher smiled back.

So when it came down to him giving her the card he had worked so hard for and the mini handmade chocolate teddy bear he had worked on, he wasn’t so nervous. His grandma had praised him thousands of times. 

“She’ll like it! — no, she’s going to love it. It's a thoughtful gesture.”

He approached her before school had even started. He remembers the cold morning and how many times he rehearsed in his head. “Thank you for being my friend.” He clumsily gave her the card and dropped the chocolate bear wrapped in parchment paper. 

“Here..” he said quietly. Shoving the small presents into her hand so nobody could see. “Thank you for being my friend.”

The little girl beamed. She could hug him, but nobody else hugged him at school. 

They entered the classroom and immediately one of the kids snickered.

“So the giant has a girlfriend huh?” All the kids proceeded to laugh.

König felt sick. This wasn’t a proclamation of love, this was him attempting to be a friend. 

“I bet you she has to stand on a bench to kiss him” all the kids proceeded to laugh again and this time towards the girl.

The girl, sitting at her desk now, was mortified. On the verge of tears. She quietly stood up, walked to the trash bin, and dropped the card there. She returned to her desk wiping away tears.

König was humiliated. “She’s not my girlfriend, she was just my friend...” he repeated mentally to himself.

“Maybe not even that.” He thought to himself.

The rest of the day he remained quiet. When the teacher called in him he simply put his head down. He didn’t want to speak to anyone.

He didn’t want to be here.

He walked home replaying the events that happened. He had a friend, he lost a friend. He had one friend, now he had none. Valentine’s Day was a stupid holiday.

*

Valentine’s Day was approaching and you quietly pondered what to do. Valentine’s Day was the one holiday where all couples lovey dovey went crazy for one another.

What position were you in now? You and König had some sort of “relationship.”

You couldn’t really call it a relationship because for one, you’ve never seen his face completely. He was always hiding under turtlenecks or face masks.You could’ve sworn you saw his face once but that was a dream.

Secondly, you couldn’t remember if you ever you never got around to really feeling his skin, other than in a sort of platonic way. The man wore long sleeves and gloves around you. You got around to holding his covered hands, bursting with some sort of affection and physical touch, but that’s where he drew a boundary. Just hands.

Third and lastly, you’ve never kissed in person. How are you supposed to approach kissing anyone when there isn’t a form of body language for you to read in order to make the first move? There were times that he had caught you staring so deeply into him and seeing you suck on your bottom lip scooting closer to him. He had shifted a little further down the couch he already took so much part of. 

He was a quiet, secluded, and private man.

This wasn’t to say he hadn’t tried with you. The first few months of your “relationship” (more so friendship) you guys texted for hours. It took a while for him to open up to you but you guys could talk about anything and everything. 

But sometimes that wasn’t enough for you.

You remember calling your board game night a “date” and him quickly dismissing that idea saying he wanted to be your friend first and foremost. 

It stung. 

You sheepishly smiled at him and said “yes, you are my friend.” You saw the crinkles on the corner of his eyes when you called him your friend. But friends don't do what you two do.

After a while though, there was clearly more happening than just a friendship.

The subtle way he would grab your hand during a movie and rub his thumb over it.

How he had stocked up on your favorite brand of coffee and creamer whenever you came over at night for your talks and board games. 

How he ordered a little extra of the favorite take out you liked just so you can have some for lunch the next day. 

Sometimes he would even play with the ends of your hair and rub your back when you fell asleep on him after a movie. 

And of course, you guys shared a bed together, you guys slept together, kissed and made love in the dark, but vulnerability was left in the dark.

What was the subtle way of saying hey I clearly like you, you might like me, let’s just make it official?

*

At the store, you look at cards. None of them said that. You picked up the card with the puzzle piece heart on it missing a piece that read “you complete me”. Too cheesy.

The next one you pick up, a pizza shaped card with an arrow in the middle. Phrases like “you can’t be topped!” And “you’re the big cheese” surrounding it. You open the card inside that reads “any way you slice it, you’re awesome! Happy Valentine’s Day.” Too friendly.

You settle on one card that’s covered in little candy hearts labeled “xoxo” “cutie” “hugs” and “be mine” inside of the card was blank. You decided the best way to describe what you’re feeling was to write it out.

You get home and start to write out how you’ve been feeling. If there was one way you were going to tell him, it would be through a letter.

You read your feelings over and over again in the card, and decided to just go for it.

*

The day before Valentine’s day you came to his house, ready for another night of board games you two endlessly went through. König bought dinner and you brought the games.

As he opened the door, he stared at you. “Schatz….” his voice was full of longing. It had been almost a week of not seeing each other. Butterflies always bloomed in your stomach.

“Hi babe.” you responded and he moved aside to let you in. Once settled, he picked you up and embraced you. He was always one for hugs.

After about the 4th round in Sorry!, you called it quits. König laughed. 

“This is a child’s game, why didn’t you bring Monopoly again?”

You threw a pillow at him. “Because, you’ve never played it and it seemed pretty good to teach you this game, but of course, your competitive spirit.” You shook your head in disbelief. König was good and picked up the rules of any stupid game quickly.

He stretched, put the game aside, and laid back on the end of the couch. 

“Come” he extended his hand towards you.

You climbed up on him, laid on his chest.

He whispered in your ear, “i’m sorry you’re a sore loser”

“König!” you look up at him.

“Okay okay,” he says softly, then smirks, “I might have shuffled in my favor, but this is a kids game.”

“I thought I was playing with a kid.” you say, still on his chest. It earns you a playful smack on your bottom. He continues laying there with you, rubbing your back and hair. 

“I have something for you.” You lift yourself off of him. You reach in your bag for the card. Gosh, a wind of nerves picks up inside your stomach and you’re ready to just forget the whole thing. You should’ve waited to give it to him when you left.

You peek back at him. He’s turned back looking at you, motioning with his hand to “give it.”

You put the red card in his hand.

“A letter?” He says in a sarcastic shock, but smiles through his face mask.

He tears open the envelope, and eyes widen when he sees the front of the card. The colorful hearts surrounding it. He seems uneasy, but you’re anxious.

“Is there something wrong?” you ask. You swear you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. This is embarrassing. A long silence between you two.

“No,” he finally speaks. He puts the card back into the envelope. “Maybe I can read this later.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You start cursing yourself out mentally. This was a stupid idea. There’s heat surrounding your face, you can feel the embarrassment closing in. You could be anywhere right now and not here.

“Maybe I’ll just go home then.” you say.

“No schatz, come on wait.”

But it’s kind of too late. You’re already drowning in embarrassment. You pick up your bag, and head towards the door.

“It’s not like that, come on, don’t be embarrassed.” he pulls at one of your arms.

It’s with those words that you’re set on really leaving. Don't be embarrassed?

You turn to him,

“Don't be embarrassed? You opened my card and then suggested reading it later. I read the whole thing on your face.” you spit out. You’re not embarrassed anymore, you’re humiliated and hurt.

He cocks his head to the side, “I just meant for - I’m not going to fight with you now, come please.”

“Just let me go home, I’ve suffered enough embarrassment for the both of us.”

You just need space. You need anything so that you’re not holding onto your tears anymore.

Friends. Friends. Friends. Is all that plays in your head.

He sighs, “this is childish and you’re being childish.” He steps aside and opens the door for you. If there’s one thing König can do is give you space.

[ell-alexanderarnold]

Since day one

Summary: There’s always been feelings lingering around between Y/n and Trent, and suddenly one night changes everything for the two best friends.

Fluff

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He never meant to make you cry, until he did. You stared at the raindrops on the car window whilst Trent tried to talk to you, but you just heard muffles of his voice. You tried your best to erase the memory of him kissing her, but it kept replaying in your head. You didn’t want to go back to his house, he didn’t even know that you witnessed the kiss.

He was confused, he asked and asked many times but received no answer. He wondered what he did wrong. Was it something he said? No.

Trent didn’t know he broke your heart tonight.

“Y/n talk to me, what’s wrong?” He asked once again. He looked over at you and searched for your eyes but he failed.

The worst thing about it is that you’re not even allowed to get this hurt. You were friends.

He can do whatever he wants and so do you. But your heart longs for him. To him you’re just his absolute best friend. But for you, he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of. The sweetest boy you’ve ever known, and oh how much love you have for him that he doesn’t know.

“Can you just drop me off at my apartment?” You spoke up for once.

“Sure, you’re not gonna tell me what’s going on anyways.” Trent angrily said as he parked in your driveway.

Usually you two stay in the car talking before you leave, but this time you didn’t. You slammed the door and he drove off.

You got inside and dropped all your things on the floor, tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep.

Trent: You left me with no explanation at all

You left him on read, not bothered to answer him after what happened tonight. You felt bad, he didn’t deserve to be ignored like that, but you couldn’t help how you felt.

You laid awake in your bed, unable to fall asleep. And you wished that you could wake up in the morning and forget what happened but that would be impossible.

You opened your phone and saw a missed call from Trent, it was late as well so he must be up at this hour like you.

He called again.

“Hello? You there Y/n?” He started.

“It’s late why are you calling me T?” You implored as you got up from your bed then into your kitchen to grab a glass of water.

”Why’d you mean why did are you calling me? I’m worried about you.” He said and you sat down by your couch.

“There’s nothing to worry about Trent.” You firmly confirmed. But he didn’t listen, he never does.

“You’re my best friend Y/n, I know something’s wrong. Did something happen at the party?”

“Best friend.”

You wanted to cry, to rant out all of your feelings. Yes of course something happened at the party, your heart got broken, and he didn’t even realise it. Did he even think about you when he kissed that girl?

There was always this lingering feeling between the two of you. That you liked each other maybe more than friends. But then why did he kiss her? Was he lying about how he felt about you all the time? Was it was just like a game to him?

A while ago he confessed his feelings, and so did you. It was just something that happened and afterwards it didn’t lead to anything.

You found yourself waiting like a fool for him.

“I’ll be at yours in 10.” Trent insisted and you didn’t get to speak before he hung up.

Great, you tought.

It didn’t take long until Trent arrived at your apartment, you got up from your couch to open the door for him. You immediately met his brown eyes and smelled his familiar perfume.

“I just want to talk.” He started and walked with you to your couch.

“There’s nothing to talk about Trent.” You said, avoiding his gaze on you.

“Don’t shut me out, let me help you.” He sighed as he took your hand but you declined his touch.

“No.” You said almost in a whisper.

“She was really pretty.” You began, you didn’t hesitate to bring it up although you knew that it would probably hurt you if Trent was about to explain it.

“I’m sorry, who?” He inquired as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“The girl you kissed.” You revealed as you watched his face expression change.

“Look,” He says. “I know I should’ve probably told you before, that I was seeing someone.” He shared.

Trent wanted to tell you all the time, but he knew that he couldn’t do that to you. It would hurt him too but he didn’t know why exactly.

In the time you and Trent has been friends he never once had a girlfriend. And now you haven’t given much a thought to the fact that he might actually want one. Because you knew that he was interested in you, he always have been. He’s just not good to explain his feelings, afraid that the feeling isn’t mutual even though he knows it is.

“Alright, okay.” You answered and forced a smile.

“I’m sorry I should’ve mentioned it earlier.”

“It’s not that serious anyway Y/n.” Trent went on, still unable to figure out why you are upset.

“And do you love her?” You bluntly asked and faced your head down, afraid that you’ll cry and that Trent will notice.

“Y/n, why do you care?” He questioned and you felt tears running down your cheeks.

“I don’t know maybe because we both know well that we have feelings for each other?” You snapped and looked him in the eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Trent sniffled with glossy eyes, allowing his tears to run down his cheeks.

“I really like you Y/n,I really do. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He continued confessed as you walked away from him into your room. Trent followed you and watched as you walked back and forth, figuring out what to say.

“Then why did you kiss her Trent?” You said and stopped to look at him.

“I don’t know, it was stupid of me. And no Y/n I don’t love her because..” He explained then paused.

“Because?” You pushed.

“Because you’re like the only girl I’ve ever loved really.” Trent continued and you didn’t believe what you were hearing.

“H-how long?” You stuttered, and inside you wondered how long he’s kept this from you.

“Since day one.” Trent proclaimed and took a step forward closer to you. He knew that you were shocked, and he doesn’t know how long he’s been blaming himself from keeping this from you.

You decided to close the gap between your lips. Trent placed his hands on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You’ve been dreaming of this moment since you were a teenager, falling in love with him for the first time.

It’s always been on the tip of your tongue, but you always stop yourself from saying it and tell yourself that it’s not the right time or something else. But when Trent kisses you like he do and confesses his feelings for you, you can’t help to admit that you love him. More than a best friend.

“Trent, I think I love you.” You whispered and he smiled against your lips, leaning in for a kiss again.

Trent’s shoulders relaxed as soon as he heard you say ‘I love you’. It was like everything in his life had fallen into place now that he got the girl of his dreams.

“Can you stay the night with me?” You asked him and Trent nodded in response, then you two immediately dozed off in your bed.

You found it funny how fell asleep with the boy who broke your heart only for him to win it back a few hours later.

The both of you loved each other unconditionally, since day one.

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[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Omg a event that has song reqs?!!🤯🤯 I HAVE THE PERFECT SONG THAT HAS BOTH ANGST AND FLUFF POTENTIAL!!

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Silver Kalim Rook

Type: Normal, Romantic fluff. Not established relationship? Yeah idk about that.

Song: Da Capo from Honkai impact 3rd. Its a game.

I may send in another req with the same song for angst. Cause the potential i tell you.

.·:🎼¨༺ Songs from the heart ༻¨🎼:·. | Da Capo

Characters: Kalim, Rook, Silver

Song: Da Capo from Honkai Impact 3rd

Warnings: None

A/U: Self aware Twisted Wonderland Au

KALIM AL ASIM

Kalim was excited while you were using him to finish up the exams for your weekly missions. He was one of your mains, and it brought so much joy to his already joyful heart. This time however, you were choosing the moves and not autoing the battles. Your attention on him made him so happy. While doing the daily exams, Kalims's ears picked up such a beautiful song playing in the background.

“When good old friends are going away, Will you wish them to remember your name?”

You seemed so somber when listening to the song. As if your heart weighed heavy with something but you still chose to smile. Kalim liked it when you smiled, especially when he was the cause of it. There was something off about that one lyric. There was a certain sadness in your eyes.

Did people forget you? His heart swelled with empathy at the notion that you were forgotten amongst peers within your world. How badly Kalim wished to whisk you away and into Scarabia. All of his dorm mates would treat you with such adoration and not a single soul would go on without remembering your name. You were the creator after all.

Kalim made sure that when the last exam ended, he was the one on the victory screen. He said his coded line but when he asked if the opponent was okay, it was more directed towards you. Your gaze lingered on the victory screen. Kalim urgently answered your question. His words didn't reach you but the sentiment was still there.

“Of course I would! And I'll remember yours too, creator!”

ROOK HUNT

Rook had his usual smile on his face, one that never revealed his true inner feelings. He was the only one in the guest room wandering around. You watched with entertainment while trying to decide what item to craft and add to the concoction of furniture within the room. Rook sat down in one of the plush chairs provided in the guest room humming the tune playing in the background. One lyric caught the hunter's attention, however.

“May you, the beauty of this world always shine.”

Rook's eyes widened at the sudden lyric. Shock flooded through his system but it wasn't evident over the screen. His chibi in the guest room froze on the chair it was sitting on. You recognized his beauty. Shock soon turned into amazement at the notion of what you said.

Rook was often used to being the pervaior of beauty, but having you call out his beauty made him so happy. His lips spread across his face. A smile from cheek to cheek was evident. He hummed in amusement, leaning back in the excellently crafted chair. He wanted to pay you back for the excellent song.

His beauty was mostly for you. He dedicated so much to represent himself the best he could. Even before his transition into Pomefiore. Rook looked at you from the other side with such adoration. His beauty didn't rival yours.

“You're the reason I always shine, creator.”

SILVER

Silver was dozing off, much to his dismay, while you looked at one of his cards. His chibi form was on display while you were looking at one of his cards' stats. He was very grateful that you were paying so much attention to him. Music played in the background as you decided what to level up on the card. It was calming enough to put Silver right to sleep.

“When good old days are passing away Will you promise your heart remains the same?”

Silver immediately awoke with his drowsiness now gone. He looked at your calming features. That one lyric replayed in his mind as if it were meant for him. The song continued to play, but that one lyric swarmed his thoughts. Does he dare answer you?

He so badly wanted to. Even if the question was just a song. Even if he was reading too much into it. Silver could have been dreaming it for all he knew. He didn't care; he wanted to express that he wouldn't ever change. 

At least he wouldn't change much. Silver was overwhelmed with happiness that you liked him so much that you didn't want him to change. He was sure you still would even if he did. After some thinking, Silver made his mind up. His little chibi made eye contact with you once more.

“With you watching over me, I can promise I won't ever change.”

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[dreamsy990]

so, re:chain of memories, huh?

warning! its been a little while since i played through recom, so the game isnt as fresh in my mind as some others. sorry for any innacuracies!

spoiler alert, this is my second favorite kingdom hearts game. at least of the ones i've played so far. i get that this isn't like. a POPULAR opinion but fuck you i have almost nothing but positives to say about it.

let's start with the easy stuff first. recom introduced a new card-based combat system. i cant compare it to the gba version, since i didn't play that, but i can say that for what its worth i DID enjoy the combat. recom is by far the hardest game so far (at least for me) and almost every boss took multiple days for me to beat, even with my hp maxed out. it took me a while to get the combat system, but id honestly love to replay the game now that i have a better understanding of how it works. the card system requires a lot of quick thinking and i get that it isnt everyones taste but its CERTAINLY mine. every fight is difficult and feels genuinely rewarding when you win. the movement, like kh1, can use a lot of work, but i wouldnt call it terrible. just kinda sluggish. i think my favorite boss fight was larxene. shes a pain in the ass but i love her.

i think riku's side dropping the deck building mechanic isnt terrible, but i wish i could reorder his deck at the very least. and the lack of healing cards is. not fun. basically any damage you take is permanent unless you HAPPEN to get mickey and its simply Not a fun time. im not very good at games okay.

i have a lot less to say about the worlds than the combat. they're definitely the worst aspect of the game, though. the idea of making worlds with cards is fine! it just leads to kind of repetitive world design. the stories are forgettable, so forgettable that i literally forgot them. and i could make a point about how thats the idea its a game all about forgetting things!! but honestly that just making excuses for it. the worlds couldve kept the idea of forgetting things without literally making them forgettable. i say this about every world, except for one. because DESTINY ISLANDS

destiny islands is just. so fucking good in recom. its the climax of both sora and rikus stories and i think theyre both amazing. id have to say i prefer rikus, soley because of the visual storytelling you get from his side of it, and thats not to say soras is bad at all. but something about zexion telling riku that its his fault his home was destroyed, as riku sees a version of himself turning into a literal monster? thats just good okay. its really good.

i ADORE the characters in this game too. everything we get from them is sooo good. it's the introduction to the organization and all of them (except lexaeus who did literally nothing) are a treat. axels my favorite ofc, but larxene is such a fun villain, you love to hate her. shes really the star of the org cast in this game. sure, axels may have said its his show now, but larxene stole the spotlight.

its namines introduction, too, and i love her. on one hand, shes just really kind. she wants a friend, she wants someone to talk to, she wants to meet sora. on the other, shes just a little bit fucked up actually. sure, shes honest with sora, but shes the tiniest little bit guilt trippy and i LOVE THAT. her response to sora saying he wants to get back his own memories and forget her is "oh okay. you want to remember your REAL friends, huh? theyre the ones who REALLY matter to you? yeah anyone would want that. no friends for namine i guess." like shes just a bit salty and we love that for her. i want slightly guilt tripping and salty namine back nomura.

but ofc one of my favorite new characters in this game HAS to be repliku. god i ADORE repliku. his hatred for riku is sooo fun and the way he fights with sora is great too. like in soras side i thought he was a neat villain but rikus side? hes amazing omfg. one of the only villains i liked in rikus story (sorry lexaeus, you werent good until days)

over all, this game certainly isnt everyones cup of tea, but its DEFINITELY mine. it's the game im most excited to replay at some point, mostly because of the amazing boss fights. 9/10. its got issues, but the story and characters are so good that i genuinely could not care less about like. most of them.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Stream Crasher- E.Munson

Summary: Eddie Munson is a well known streamer who keeps his private life out of the public eye. His fans get a little glimpse of his life with his wife when she crashes his stream on more than one occasion.

Pairings: Modern!Eddie x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Female Reader, mentions of food, Eddie is a mechanic and is a gamer in his free time, (Let me know if I missed any)

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Author's Note: It's been awhile, I've been in a bit of a slump lately but I'm trying my hardest to get out of it. I'm working on a few things right now so keep an eye out.

Word Count: 1.1K

My asks are open for questions, suggestions and feedback

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

Enjoy!

gif not mine

Eddie Munson was a name well known across the gaming community. He was right up there along with Pewdiepie, Jacksepticeye and Markiplier. It took him years to get where he was and he wasn’t even expecting it, he was a mechanic who played video games on the internet for fun. It was his hobby and he never seemed to view it as a job, he always had fun with whatever game he was playing.

His fans had known that he was in a serious relationship, he and his girl lived together, had been together since high school and had been best friends their whole lives. He never revealed much about her, just that she was funny, gorgeous and a high school English teacher.

One night, Eddie had been streaming, he was replaying The Last of Us before the show came out, when he heard a gentle knock on his game room door. “That you, sweetheart?” He called back to the knock. The door creaked open, light from the hallway streaming through.

“Yeah, I brought you some snacks and I refilled your water,” She replied from the doorway. Making her way to her seated boyfriend, who had just paused the game and turned his chair so he could face her, she handed him the plate that held some cut fruit on it and his water bottle, now filled with ice water. She did this every time he streamed for over two hours, knowing he gets grumpy when he doesn’t eat.

“Thank you, baby. You wanna watch for a bit?” He asked her.

“I wish I could but I have to grade some papers,” She pouted at him. He pulled her down so she was straddling his lap and pulled her in for a sweet kiss, completely forgetting about the stream he had going on. 

“When you want to take a break, you know where to find me. I love you.”

“I love you, more Eds.” With that she planted a kiss on his cheek, got up from his lap and exited the room, shutting the door gently behind her. He turned back to the stream and continued about his way as if nothing ever happened. His eyes occasionally drifted over to the chat to answer questions, which were now all about his girl.

One comment stood out among the rest, “'That was my English teacher'. Well, I’m glad you have my girl for an English teacher. Please respect her privacy though. I don’t want to throw her into this world of social media and content creation,” He lectured his chat. He didn’t want her thrown into the toxic world that social media was, she wasn’t big on social media to begin with. She had Twitter, Tumblr, TikTok and Instagram, all of which she never posted much, just enjoying the content others put out. In one of the many cutscenes, he turned most of his attention to the chat, snacking on the peeled orange sitting on the plate in front of him. 

“For those of you asking, my girl and I have known each other our whole lives, we were best friends for years until I had the balls to finally ask her out our freshman year. I was convinced she had a massive crush on our friend Steve but boy was I wrong. We’ve been living together for 5 years. Once we graduated high school we got an apartment with the money we made at the bars we worked at. Once she graduated from college, we moved into our house. She's working on her masters right now, on top of working at the high school in our town.”

“One of you just asked if we’re engaged. We aren’t, we actually just got married last month. She hasn’t changed her last name yet, she plans on that once the school year is over so it doesn’t confuse her current students. Married life is great, not much has changed, it definitely feels great to finally call her my wife,” Eddie chuckled. He heard the door creak open again, turning around to see his wife in the doorway with a wide smile on her face. “Were you eavesdropping, sweetheart?” He teased her.

“Is it eavesdropping if you’re technically talking to yourself?” She teased back. 

“I-I don’t have anything. What can I do for you, beautiful?”

“Thought I’d take you up on that offer of watching before. I can’t read another paper. Like I swear I drill them about grammar and yet they are still using commas in places they don’t belong, the run on sentences, not taking my suggestions that I left on their rough drafts and don’t even get me started on using ‘your’ in a formal research paper,” She vented.

“I’m sorry, baby, come sit. Teenagers just don’t listen,” Eddie sympathized.

“Oh I’m aware. You never did, Mr. I don’t need help to pass O'Donnell's class. Mr. I can pass history without studying even though I never paid attention,” She teased him.

“You little snake! I ended up getting help didn’t I? My personal teacher helped me pass.”

“I sure did. Now get on with your stream. I wanna watch you kill some clickers.”

He had turned back to his monitors, where the game was paused, pulling his older gaming chair over so she could sit. As he played, she answered some of the questions coming through on the stream. She was out of the camera’s view, Eddie making it a habit to turn his camera further away from his right side and more to the left. A few names she recognized but she lit up when she saw some more familiar names to both her and Eddie.

“Honey, look! The kids and Steve are watching! Hi guys!” She squealed in delight. She loved seeing that their friends were supportive and frequently joined in on Eddie’s live streams. “For those asking, no, Eddie and I don’t have kids. The kids are our friends that are a few years younger than us. I used to babysit them when they were younger, Eddie played Dungeons and Dragons with them in high school, had a whole club and everything.”

“No need to out me as a freak there, baby,” Eddie joked, his eyes finding their way to his wife’s face, seeing nothing but love and joy in her eyes.

“What did I tell you about calling yourself a freak? You were just nerdy with really long hair, that’s all. Still are really nerdy with long hair but I married you, didn’t I?”

“You did indeed. And I’m very happy you did.”

“I’m very happy I did, too.”

[feelingdozy]

The Nightmares Return

Finnick Odair x Reader

Hunger Games Masterlist

Summary: long after the games and the quarter quell, you're still having nightmares about them and Finnick is the only one able to keep them away.

Warnings: talk of death, talk of killing,talk of blood, nightmares, swearing, crying, yelling, screaming, insecure thoughts/self blame, knife mentions

It's always the same. the nightmares always find ways to return. Your dreams feel like reality, replaying the same horrible events you dread and hate with all of your body.

"y/n!" "Y/n!" "Hurry up!"

Running. Faster than you thought your legs could ever go. Your lungs were exhausted and your tongue deprived of water. You looked back up at your district partner. You felt bad. The knife that struck their stomach didn't help, as the fresh blood splattered on your face covering most of it because they were in such close distance to you.

You ran again. And again. And again and again. you felt bad. You didn't even get their name and they'd already paid death a visit, now a permanent stay. They were so young. So beautiful. So deserving of life unlike you.

You were a loner, even from district 4 a career district, you had no such skills to survive. So you got your way there by sacrifices. human sacrifices. But not on purpose. The first was your unlucky district partner with a knife to the torso with the splatter staining your face.

The next was a random career tribute from 1 or 2- at this point you didn't remember because the only thing you did remember was their excruciating death and the pain they'd gone through by accidentally saving you. How did it come to that? Another career. It's always your 'alliances' til they declare you're not good enough and worthy of their team efforts.

The next wasn't a sacrifice for you, but the deaths to win the horrible games. They thought no one else was alive except for them, battling it out in the arena until they both got each other in the chest with an axe and the other a knife. Injured and bruised, you watched the blood splatter on the ground.

That forever stained your eyes, your brain, your memory. You could never, ever forget what went down those days. You'd never killed anyone, but they showed up asking for your mercy.

"don't kill me y/n. Don't make me die again. It's all your fault."

"I thought you'd help me, y/n? Didn't we have an alliance? You should've saved me from those careers."

But instead you'd sit back and watch. You were the disappointment of your district. How could you just sit back and watch everyone else do the work as a career? The winning tour or whatever it was named, didn't help the fresh nightmares either.

The parents stared into your eyes. You couldn't take it. You couldn't take the looks they gave you. The pain on their faces. Especially the two you were allies with. Their faces were nothing but anger and pain towards you, their eyes dark and wishing death upon you. But what could you do?

You knew it would've been better if you'd died out there and had the other tribute from district 4 win, or anyone else that just wasn't you.

It wasn't worth it.

You only found your meaning in life after the victory tours, in a man close to your age at the time. You had been 16 in those games, and him one year ahead of you making him 17. He was more knowledgeable than you, deserving of his young win and you looked up to his charming and amazing qualities.

By the time you both were somewhat in your 20's and had been mentoring kids for a few years, you knew you couldn't live without each other.

Then the quarter quell came. The greatest thing to tear you apart. Ruin what had been built. Tear years of friendship and love down in a matter of seconds.

Only 1 come out alive in a pool full of victors? It had been the death you had been looking for, desiring, hoping for, if only it had come earlier.

One night prior to the quarter quell, you couldn't sleep. Nothing could put you to sleep as the bad memories flashed through your mind with no remorse. You had cradled into a ball so tight your body ached, the air flow was tight, and your tears pooled up beneath you. At that point your cries grew louder and louder, you thought you had been secretive but most of the peacekeepers could hear your despair through the doors

Your cries muffled your hearing and your mind, so when someone put their arms around you, you jumped and accidentally smacked whoever it was in the face out of survival instinct.

"oh shit"

You said between sniffles, your crying now paused to apologize to however came to comfort you.

"I'm so fucking sorry oh my go-"

They held you closer, and at that point without a word said to each other you knew who it was.

"are you ok Finnick? That was a hard fucking hit"

You laughed, staying cautious because you didn't know if he was actually ok. You heard his contagious laugh after yours, it calmed you down a bit, making you forget about the wet tears down your cheeks.

"I think I should be asking you if you're ok. A little hit gets me a little.. more into the game?"

You both laughed at that, knowing he'd tease you for it later.

"but really y/n, do you need me to stay here? I don't need you missing out on your sleep the day before the games. You at least need to be energized."

He always tried to take your attention away from the bad things when you were upset, getting you to pay more attention to the positives.

"you're not gonna be able to help me when we're in the games y'know-"

"I can help you wherever you need me to y/n, you know that. I've been here for you since I met you and I'm not leaving now."

He said as he planted a kiss on your lips, leaving you suddenly longing for more.

Your eyes widened and guilt dawned on you. He was always so good to you, why couldn't you be the positive one comforting him? He had to get tired of this by now, you guys were in your fucking 20's! How could he not? Years and years and he hasn't once doubted your relationship? Bullshit.

"I don't know why you stay"

You mumbled under your breath before a big sigh. You were moving underneath the blankets as his hand grabbed your arm and held you still for a second, bringing you closer after you looked into his eyes.

"I stay because I love you y/n. No matter how many times you doubt yourself, or hate yourself, or whatever you choose to do. I stay because I love who you are."

You were tearing up again, your tear stained cheeks becoming obvious on your skin as you felt more drop in their place.

"you can't look me straight in the eyes and say that to me before we go into an arena where we're destined to die Finnick. You know I'm not making it out of there alive, you have better chances with someone else!-"

He was quickly towering over your form, hands to the sides of your head. Raising your chin with his soft hand that caressed your cheek ever so softly, you'd think you were already in heaven.

"there's nobody I want to spend my last moments with but you y/n."

He went in for another kiss, you deepening it this time as whenever he touched you, the whole world would disappear and all that was left would be you and him.

It had been years since that, and you both had stayed the same. Finnick ever so persistent with his love for you, and you had become more bold in your words as well. But there's something that had never changed, no matter how long it had been.

The nightmares.

They came in all different forms, sometimes they'd chase you til you awake in a cold sweat or just stand over you and threaten your life until you woke up screaming. His arms always wrapped around you knowing how it felt because sometimes you'd be the one to comfort him and his nightmares, as he had the same problems as you.

You both didn't know what you'd do without each other. Your arms comforted each other, sweet voices reassuring one another you were ok and there were no games anymore.

When would it end? You both never knew, but you knew that you'd always have each other.

[blckbrrybasket]

Say 1,000 words, moan 1,000 more

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: gender neutral reader, voice kink, teasing, anal (r receiving), mild hurt/comfort, aftercare, Gaz and the reader argue but it’s mainly pent up horniness, brief mention of Gaz being the reader’s sergeant

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.7k

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: somehow I completely forgot I wrote this a while ago whoops

It had never been an issue until Gaz bent down once to whisper in your ear, his hand resting on the small of your back. His warmth easily seeped through every layer of your clothes and you couldn’t help wishing it was his calloused hand sliding against your bare skin. The thoughts couldn’t fully flesh out before you realized what he had asked. Thankfully Gaz hadn’t seemed to notice the way your eyes darted away…or the subtle squeeze of your thighs. Up until then you could cover up the attraction to his voice, until he noticed.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you Gaz had noticed the change in your demeanor. He wasn’t entirely sure what did it though, so next time he was around you he slid his palm onto your back again. Under his watchful eye you shifted, but didn’t have the same reaction as before. Gaz tried to wrack his brain to figure out what it was. He replayed the moment over again in his head. Suddenly the realization dawned on him, the whisper. His whisper.

It would be too obvious to test it immediately so your interactions played by normally until you two were walking behind everyone in the hall. “Whaddya figure we’re havin’ for lunch?” Gaz’s voice came from nowhere, his breath fanning across your neck. Your body went rigid quickly to Gaz’s enjoyment. “You okay?” “Uh yeah yeah.” You cleared your throat and forced a step forward. Gaz watched you speed up with a triumphant smirk. He had you now.

From then on it only became more apparent what his game was. The moment people were looking away he’d find any reason to mutter something into your ear. Sometimes it was meaningful, most the time is was something stupid while his voice teetered on being a grumble. It began to snowball when he thought people were being too close to you and he began draping himself over you and whispering to you in front of them. They got the message.

All of it came to a head though on a mission when he had yanked you behind a crate and growled at you to stay low. His lips being too close to your ear to be professional had become second nature at that point. In the culmination of his antics and this finally being when he first fully rumbled into your ear you glared at him. “Shut up!” You hissed quietly, arousal building in your veins. Not now, this wasn’t the right time.

“What?” Gaz’s voice cut through the tense air, steely and steady. Your heart dropped to your feet at the sound. He leaned forward, forcing you to slide down to accommodate him. “I think you forget who’s in charge, yeah?” A snap shattered the atmosphere and as soon as it started it was over. Gaz darted up, shooting at the less than hidden targets. Not a single miss. Instantly he walked around the crate, stalking off somewhere else. You needed to learn, but not here in danger. The frustration built back up within you, unaware of the path Gaz was shooting to be free for you. Even if he was pissed he wouldn’t let you get hurt.

Walking off the tarmac to an empty room after a shitty mission was always the worst. This time the absence of Gaz clinging to you caused you to walk away faster. The moment you reached your room you slammed the door shut behind you. Closing your eyes, you turned to press your forehead to the cool door. A beat or two passed before you pressed off and stripped your shirt off, your back to the room.

“Already stripping for me? Didn’t know you were a slag.” Shit. Gaz had a wolfish grin when you whirled around to face him. His head was tilted to the side while his eyes scanned you. “Nothing to say now?” “How’d you get in here? The barracks shouldn’t be open to just anybody.” You countered. Gaz let the attitude slide for now. “Not why? Thought that’d be interesting.” Gaz nonchalantly leaned back on his hands like he hadn’t broken into your room.

“Pretty sure you could get in trouble for this.” He clicked his tongue and looked at you darkly. “Pretty sure you wouldn’t do that to me love. Nah, I think ya like me to much.” There was no refusal on your end. It would be pointless to lie. “I’ll answer anyways,” Gaz continued. “I’m here to teach you that lesson.” He smoothed your sheets before getting up to circle you, zeroing in. “If you don’t want it tell me. Tell me and I’ll leave right now.” Gaz whispered into your ear.

A shiver ran down your spine at the faint contact of his lips on the shell of your ear. “Please…” His smirk returned. “Please what?” “Please fuck me.” You swore you could feel the shudder of satisfaction from his chest. His hand moved to grip your ass, the muscle spilling between his fingers, blocked by the fabric of your uniform.

Gaz kept his grip on you, walking you forward till your knees hit the bed, threatening to bend and tip you over onto it. “Can you handle it?” He taunted. “Gaz,“ “Kyle.” A weight settled on your shoulder and you realized one of his hands moved to hold onto you. All of your thoughts left at his offered name.

“Kyle…” You breathed out. It was all you could really do. “Yes?” Amusement laced his sultry tone, “Are you done?” You bit back hollowly, “Fuck off.” A real chuckle escaped his lips, the lips that grazed the nape of your neck. “I’d much rather fuck you.” His hands still holding your ass and shoulder gave him the perfect grip to grind into your ass.

The feeling of his hard on under his pants pressed into you. Gaz squeezed his fingers on your shoulder before moving his hand to tug on your hair, pulling your head back. He was always confusing with you, except for now. Now, his intentions were crystal clear. “You thought you were so funny huh?” Gaz could handle what happened earlier and get over it, but with you he wanted to show you that he was the only one you needed. So he’d show you what happens when you talk to him like that.

Gaz’s lips crashed yours together at a slightly awkward angle. It was sloppy, but exactly what he wanted. Teeth clashed while spit swapped and your lips quickly became soaked and swollen. Gaz licked up into your mouth feeling your tongue tremble when it hit his. The feeling had him smirking against your mouth, moving his tongue to slide along yours, drawing a moan from your throat. A groan that rivaled yours came from his own mouth.

Panting, Gaz came up for air. His hand still held onto your hair keeping you against his swelling lips. “Gotta teach you a fucking lesson.” Gaz’s hips ground into your ass again. “Fuckin’ hell,” he grunted into your ear, losing the battle of holding himself together.

“Yes. Fuck yes.” You begged unabashedly. Shame was nowhere near to being in your thoughts. Your hips rolled back into his and Gaz sucked a breath in. His bottom lip was sucked under his teeth, biting down on it. “Keep fuckin’ teasing me.” Gaz huffed and removed his hands from you. Your needy whine didn’t miss his ears but he quickly pushed his pants down anyways. “Can’t fuckin’ wait anymore. Waited so long.”

He pressed his body against yours, feeling the warmth radiate between you, his dick nestling between your cheeks. His hand slid down to grip your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, before he tugged you closer. Gaz thumbed at your waistband, letting it snap back with a grin. At your gasp he feigned remorse. “Oh I’m sorry love, I’ll make it up to you.” His body guided you to bend over and he slid his hands under your waistband.

Gaz didn’t hesitate anymore, turning his hands over and slowly sliding your fatigues off your hips. It seemed his limited patience only extended to him revealing you like a precious gift. He stepped back, distracted by the sight of your ass in front of him he blurted out, “Lube. Where’s-“ You cut him off hastily, “Dresser, first drawer to the left.”

Gaz momentarily pulled off of you to rummage through your drawer. He was hasty, a man on a mission and grabbed the bottle quickly. Gaz made his way back immediately and popped open the top. “Gotta loosen you up.” He muttered and smeared lube on his fingers before leaning in and whispering in your ear. “Have to make sure you can handle my cock.”

Gaz coated himself with the lube that was smeared on his fingers. “I can handle it,” you protested quickly. “Oh can you?” He responded casually. He pumped his hand up and down slowly, making sure to thoroughly cover his cock. When he was done Gaz kept the lube soaking his fingers to help him circle the rim of your asshole. He pressed his thumb in gently and watched the pad of it disappear into you while you moaned.

A breath he didn’t know he had been holding escaped and he bit his lip. Gaz immediately wanted to pound into you but instead he let his thumb hang heavy, pushing his index finger in, to the knuckle with no resistance. Your low moan only fuel the raging fire in his gut. “That feel good?” Gaz egged you on with a smirk.

He looked down at his finger easily reaching deep inside of you before he pulled it back out. A second later two slick fingers penetrated again. Gaz took his time, curling them to scissoring them until he could slide in a third finger. He hummed appreciatively in the back of his throat. It was torturously slow and clearly a punishment for your outburst earlier.

“Gaz I swear-“ Once again you were cut off with a firm reminder. “I said call me Kyle.” You swallowed thickly and opened your mouth. Gaz thrust his fingers in harshly causing you to cut yourself off with a moan. “What was that?” He challenged.

Your mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. “Kyle please just fuck me already.” In an instant his fingers were gone making you slump against the bed, ass up for him. “Do you think you deserve it?” You heard his grumble over a rustling. “I’ve been good!” You retorted in a less than steady voice.

“I guess you have.” Gaz tutted. He looked down at what he had been doing. His precum had steadily leaked down and dropped onto his thigh from where his dick hung against it. Gaz scooped it up and smeared it back onto his dick before letting out a fake sigh. “We don’t have enough lube..”

“What? Yes I do!” You knew he was fucking with you but you didn’t know what he was aiming for. “Haven’t even fucked you and you’re already gone. So needy.” You supposed now that he was only messing around to use your reaction against. However, he wasn’t entirely cruel.

Gaz shuffled forward to grip the tops of your thighs, his thumbs coming up to spread your ass. “You ready?” He leaned to the side to see your dazed expression. “Mm yeah.” Gaz smiled at your response and slowly pressed in. His fat tip breached your entrance and he paused when it made a small ‘pop’, resting in it’s new home. He slowly pressed forward inch by inch listening intently to the moans spilling from your lips.

His throat bobbed when he groaned at your sounds. “You sound so fuckin’ good, feel so fuckin’ good.” Gaz watched your tight asshole take him to the base where he bottomed out. He held one arm under your waist, the other grabbing onto your hip. Your face scrunched up at the stretch but slowly relaxed when you adjusted to the intrusion.

A whine bubbled in your throat when he experimentally rolled his hips. “Yeah, you’ll take it well, darling.” He murmured mainly to himself. “Won’t you?” Gaz’s voice instantly switched to a sweet tone contrasting his previous timbre. He pulled out until the head of his cock was the only thing in your asshole, pausing then thrusting back in. “Yeah you’ll do nicely.”

You eagerly nodded your head at his husky words. Who wouldn’t do good for him? Gaz chewed his bottom lip in concentration building up to a steady rhythm. He slammed his hips back and forth, angling it differently little by little until he hit the spot that had you keening. “You want me, don't ya, love? You're fucking begging for it.” Gaz's voice was thick with desire. He merely laughed when you looked back with a cock drunk expression.

“Don’t worry I know darling, I know.” Gaz reached up from your hip to cradle your cheek. “Feels good don’t it? Being fucked on your Sergeant’s cock?” “Mhm!” The way you responded could barely be classified as a response, but he understood all the same. Your velvety walls welcomed every punishing thrusts that hit deep within you.

Gaz could hardly keep still as he trailed his hand to your shoulder and gripped it for purchase before speeding up. His dark eyes watched the ripple of your ass every time his hips slammed into you. The tip of his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth, focused on slamming into you over and over and over.

It wasn’t long before you were choking on air and grasping at the sheets, complete bent over the bed now. “‘M gonna-!” Gaz chuckled triumphantly and continued at his brutal pace. “Yeah yeah, you gonna come for me? Do it.” The encouragement was all you needed for you go cum, dripping onto your sheets. Gaz didn’t stop pounding into you while you came, wanting to prolong your orgasm.

A pornographic moan ripped itself from your mouth while you arched your back into the bed. “Yes yes yes! Kyle!” Your eyes rolled back, drooling onto the ruined covers, ropes of his come filling you up. Gaz leaned over you, only slowing down once he worked himself through his high.

He ducked his head into the crook of your neck and fought to catch his breath. Gaz sighed wistfully and pressed a chaste kiss there. “Perfect.” You whined and he looked up to see you looking at him. A smile parted his lips, “You were everything and more.” He studied your blissful expression and swiped a drop of sweat off your forehead with his thumb. You began to sit up when he gently guided you to stay still. “‘S okay, you don’t gotta do anything.”

Gaz pulled out slowly, not wanting to hurt you. His hands massaged the globes of your ass soothingly before he stood up fully to tuck himself back into his fatigues. Gaz helped you turn over, walking to your dresser to grab a rag. He came back to discover you staring at the ceiling and he smiled. “Anything interesting up there?” Gaz craned his neck. When he didn’t respond he laughed and began tenderly cleaning you up.

“Kyle..?” Gaz raised his eyebrows and looked down at you, not expecting you to speak up. “Yeah love?” Your nervous expression easily made him worried and he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to cup your jaw. “Can this happen again? Or is it a one time thing?” Gaz sighed in relief at your question and leaned forward. “We’ll do it as many times as you want.”

At your satisfied smiled he pecked your lips. “Now get some rest, I’ll wash your blankets later.” He grabbed the soiled blankets and tossed it to the side, letting you slide under the covers with him copying your movements.

Gaz rolled onto his side to see your peaceful expression, on the brink of sleep. The smile on his face was incapable of faltering when this was his view. He exhaled quietly and pulled your head to rest on his chest while he fluttered his eyes shut. No, it wouldn’t be a one time thing.

[affectionatecorpse]

Alright so I replayed Shadow of the Colossus and I'm being totally normal about Dormin /s sooo I'm gonna say my opinion on the "if they are evil or not" argument.

Now before I get into my interpretation, I just wanna say, I respect everyone's opinion on the matter. That's the point of a story, to read between the lines and come to your own conclusion, to form your own thoughts on it. However you see Dormin as a character is valid. But let's keep things nice and peaceful, yeah?

Right off the bat, I don't believe Dormin is evil. Morally gray, perhaps, but they don't really do anything significantly EVIL. The most evil thing they probably do in game is order the extermination of the Colossi, which yeah, okay, fair enough, is kinda unfair. But people seem to forget that these Colossi ARE Dormin. They are all pieces of them left behind after their downfall. By killing the Colossi, you're simply returning the fragments back to where they came from; the very person who wants them back.

We don't know why Dormin was sealed away, but a common theme in human history is fearing the things that are stronger than us. From what it seems regarding Dormin's powers in life and death, Wander is not the first person to approach them for help playing with mortality. It's very likely Dormin was sealed away because of their power, or perhaps because of a bad side effect that they probably warned about beforehand.

Which brings me onto the fact Wander suffered greatly for what he did. But Dormin DID warn him. They warned him several times in fact. He chose to do it anyway, and Dormin let him make that mistake himself. After all, mistakes are important, they help us learn. But Dormin never disrespects his decision. They're sympathetic to his motivation, whereas most entities might not care about 'just another mortal'. But Dormin very clearly shows empathy towards the predicament Wander is going through, and honours that wish through and through.

In fact, they go above and beyond for Wander's efforts. The deal was to bring Mono back to life when back at full strength. But assuming the theory that the eagle is Dormin is actually true, they also keep a close eye on Wander. They watch over him. It may also be safe to assume that Dormin is the one to bring Wander back every time he collapses, as that magic is in fact theirs, which is not something they were ever obligated to do. They could've just let him find his own way back after waking up, but he's never left out in the open for too long.

Let's not forget, they also took responsibility for Wander getting hurt in the final battle. They claimed to 'borrow' his body in order to fight a fair battle, perhaps to avoid the unfair advantage they had against a group of humans. When Wander got caught up in their resealing, they could've let him die, as they go back to their life of solitude and wait for someone else to free them again. But they don't. They spend whatever power they have left to bring Wander back, something they really didn't have to do. And that's probably why he came back a baby, because they didn't have alot of time (or power) left to heal him fully.

Which is also the case with Agro. Let's be honest here, nothing could survive that fall. Not a human, and definitely not a horse. These things get all their bones broken if you so much as look at them wrong, do we seriously thing Agro just got up and walked away after that drop? Even if there was water at the bottom, that height would destroy her, or at the very least knock her out, which would again mean she drowned. Not to mention how she got back up to the top remarkably fast despite there being no clear path. So with all that in mind, it's highly likely it was actually Dormin who helped Agro. Which again, they wouldn't be obligated to do by any means.

Dormin is by no means a golden character. But I don't think they were evil. There is so, so much to take into consideration, and so many incidents that simply could not be solved without them acting selflessly. They never even blame Wander for being sealed away again, they never get mad about it at all. Any energy that could be spent on frustration, they instead use to keep Wander, Mono and Agro alive in the end.

Though don't get me wrong, I don't think there's any villain in that story. Not Wander, not Dormin, and not Lord Emon. Each person was simply doing what they felt they had to, and unfortunately, this resulted in an unresolved yet hopeful end to the story.

TL;DR: Dormin is an incredible character to read between the lines of, but any interpretation of them is valid nonetheless.

[morimakesfanart]

If u were to make any crossover happen with magi what would it be and how would it play out?

Okay so I know you said what would a crossover with magi be like, but all I heard was "How would magi translate as a world in Kingdom Hearts?" So I ended up spending the past year replaying some KH and going through all of my guides to make basically a guide of a Magi world in a few of the games. I realized a month ago that it's been a year and that I might have been putting too much into this.

But uh... here is what I have so far;;;

KHI- World Level: ***** (A late game world. Becomes available leaving Neverland) Balbadd -Sora meets Aladdin, Morg and Sin, and agrees to help Aladdin & Morg find Alibaba while he also keeps his eyes out for Riku and Kairi in Balbadd. Each encounter with the Fog Troop causes heartless to spawn and act as a battle encounter. Morgiana is the optional friend to have in your party because the other 2 each have a point when they wouldn't be available. The battle with Judar is a mini boss that ends in a loss even if you win. Alibaba training with Sinbad could be a magic practice mini game with Sora. When Aladdin's Rukh is called to Ugo, it is portrayed as his Heart leaving and later returning. When Alibaba storms the palace, Morg, Sora, Donald and Goofy join him to help. The 4 have a mass heartless swarm to handle while Alibaba runs on. After the abdication of Balbadd's royalty, Cassim attacks again and causes another heartless fight. Alibaba is in the fight, but he does not count as a party member. When that is won he transforms with the dark metal vessel and becomes the final boss of the world. The battle ends when Aladdin shows up. Sora and Co help Sinbad get to his metal vessels in a running mini game or defeat heartless in an escort type mission. Ja'far & Masrur would be scripted mid and long range back up when you get to check points since the only party member would be Morg. Either way it would be laggy and probably be so unfun most people forget about it -like some of the other post boss missions are- until they remember the cut scene of Sinbad taking out Ithnan.

Heartless: Shadow, Bandit, Fat Bandit, Pot Spider, Barrel Spider, Power Ball, Gargoyle, Red Nocturne, Blue Rhapsody, Yellow Opera, Green Requiem

Keyblade Gained: First Wish (Str +5, Mag +4, Crit 20%; Defeat Dark Djinn Cassim)

((I didn't draw for the other ones, but this is something I doodled while work on this back in May))

--- Chain- Sora side: Room of Beginnings -Meets Aladdin & Morg and agrees to look for friends together Room of Guidance -Finds Alibaba. Might include a mini boss fight with a bunch of heartless and Alibaba & Cassim as a tag team Room of Truth -Boss fight with dark Djinn Cassim

Heartless: Shadow, Bandit, Fat Bandit, Pot Spider, Barrel Spider, Power Ball, Gargoyle, Red Nocturne, Blue Rhapsody, Yellow Opera, Green Requiem

Keyblade Gained: First Wish (Element: Physical, Str: C, Thr: B+, Cr: C, Br: B, Cp: B; Available in the Key of Rewards Room in Balbadd)

Riku side: Room of Truth -Boss fight with dark Djinn Cassim

Heartless: Shadow, Bandit, Fat Bandit, Pot Spider, Barrel Spider, Power Ball, Red Nocturne, Blue Rhapsody, Yellow Opera, Green Requiem

--- KHII-World Level: ****/***** (A world in the 2nd loop) Sindria & Zagon's Dungeon- The events will follow a mix of the manga, anime, and original. Sora & co arrive in Sindria during a Maharagan festival. While exploring the festival they run into Alibaba, Aladdin and Morg. They are lead to where Sinbad is and introduced to the Generals. Hakuryuu and Kougyoku are already in Sindria as this is a festival taking place during the training arc. A,A&M introduce the Kou siblings to Sora & Co. While talking about how much they've all grown since they last saw each other (Sora & Alibaba get dunked on by the others) Sinbad suggests they go capture Zagon's as a test of their improved skills. Hakuryuu asks to join for his own mission, and Sora asks to join because it sounds fun etc.

In Zagon's Dungeon Donald & Goof end up on Haku & Morg's team. Donald doesn't have enough MP to take everything out and would die immediately even if he did because he never heals his teammates so it doesn't matter. Sora fights along side Aladdin and Alibaba who are both able to be party members.

Vs Al Thamen- Organization XIII is working with Al Thamen Sora will help with both boss fights against Princess Dunnya & Issac. Switching between both fights is handled with quick time events every time Dunya's health bars goes down 1/4, and Issac's goes down 1/2. Issac is finished off first so that Dunya is the final boss. Her first transformation is at the 50% when Issac dies, and she goes Dark Djinn equip when she is down to her last 25%.

Return to the world- There was a strange seven seas creature attacking but even after defeating it, it comes back. It's actually a special Heartless boss like the other return to world missions

Heartless: Shadow, Dark Ball, Creeper Plant, Bookmaster, minute bomb, Red Nocturne, Blue Rhapsody, Yellow Opera, Green Requiem Nobodies: Sorcerer, Creeper

Keyblade Gained: Royal Flame (Str +3, Mg +1, Can deal damage even to defending enemies, Restore magic when hit with fire magic; Lock the Keyhole in Sindria)

--- BBS-World Level: *** (First loop) Terra- Baal's Dungeon- Terra shows up outside the Dungeon with all of the soldiers. After Sinbad yells about going in first, Drakon has his forces enter and Terra is assumed to be a new recruit and that's why his armor is different. Terra, of course, survives until the end. Sometimes Terra mediates between the two, and sometimes he just watches and feels bad for himself as he starts to question his own conviction. He forfeits his potential claim to becoming a King's candidate and watches Sin & Drakon fight. Terra is unsure how he feels about Sinbad winning since he is more like Drakon in growing up being taught to dedicate his life to continuing a legacy. He can't help but think about how he lost to Aqua and didn't become a Keyblade Master. After leaving the Dungeon, Terra follows Sinbad to help him escape and also watch him more. He comments that Sinbad is a lot like Ven too. While at sea a storm hits and Terra has to leave for safety. Unversed: Keyblade Gained: Will of the Rukh

Ventus- Valefor's Dungeon- Ven arrives in Immuchak and overhears Drakon talking to Ja'far & co. He mentions it being a shame that Terra didn't stay around for another mission, so Ven demands he join their party hoping that he might run into Terra or learn a clue about where he went or how he's been. Ven tells them that he trained under the same Master as Terra so he should be able to be of help. The group enters the dungeon. Ven is a big help in fighting off dungeons monsters and Unversed. When they finally cross paths with Hinahoho, Ven realizes that he's on the wrong side, and decided to help Hina instead along side Sinbad. In the Djinn's treasure room, Ven also tries to become King by catching Minifor, but is tricked by Sinbad like the others. When dark Djinn is defeated it becomes a Verse that encompasses Ja'far which is the final boss of the world. Knowing that Terra sided with the people that lead to that giant Versed makes him very worried about the decisions Terra has been making, but Ven wants to believe in his friend(brother/dad lol). As the group parts ways, Ven also leaves to see if he can catch up to Terra. (Ven has the smallest access to the world) Unversed: Keyblade Gained: Will of the Rukh

Both Dungeons would have the same base rooms but maybe in a different configuration. The color of things would be different and different Unversed would spawn. This would make things easier for the asset team. The only truly new spaces would be the areas right outside the Dungeon.

Aqua- Immuchal, Boat & Reim coliseum with Ja'far- Aqua appears in Immuchak. She fights of Unversed around and in the village. She is accepted by the villagers, and meets the crew when they are returning for new products. Someone mentions that her key looks like the ones Terra and Ven had, so she asks to join them in hopes of meeting either of her friends again. She helps fights off sea creatures & heartless so they can have a safe voyage back to Reim. The boss is helping Ja'far protect Kikiriku. Seeing the two together reminds her of the brotherly bond of the boys she's looking for and why she's so worried about them both. Since neither is in Reim, she leaves to continue her search. Unversed: Keyblade Gained: Will of the Rukh

(please pretend I made shorter and longer versions for Ven and Terra)

((Also, I got stumped on how to design the Keyblades for the last few games, so sorry this is the last art. I realized I wasn't going to magically figure out the other worlds and Keyblades without spending another several months replaying through the games which is why I decided to just post what I have.... please enjoy the rest of my notes))

--- 358/2 Days- the island of Toran villagers where the dungeon is. Roxas and Xion do not enter the dungeon, but they do have to fight off the growing numbers of plant heartless that show up around it. Heartless: Shadow, Dark Ball, Creeper Plant, , minute bomb, Red Nocturne, Blue Rhapsody, Yellow Opera, Green Requiem Nobodies: Dusk, Sorcerer, Creeper --- Re:Coded

Heartless: Keyblade gained: First Wish (A Keyblade that restores your MP when you block. Its power increase when you need it most. Defeat Cassim in Balbadd. Overlock abilities _________) --- DDD -Alma Torran Riku side- Sheba growing up and learning to be a better person

Sora side-battle against David where he wipes out the people left back home

UnchainedXCHI -it's like one of the main line games, or BBS but without Sora/Ven/Terra/Aqua's over arcing motivation since the player character is just being sent on missions and helping whoever they come across. Heartless: Keyblade Gained:

--- KHIII- World Level: Magnostadt war?

Heartless: Nobodies: Mickey Emblem: Keyblade Gained:

((So anyway.... I'll expand on the last few games if anyone is interest. Or expand what I have into the full guide book with maps and stuff like I originally planned which in hindsight was a very big ask of myself, but uh Kingdom Hearts has been a major special interest of mine since I was 11. Working on this also inspired me to maybe remake my old KH fanfic, but this time in the format I use now (and with significantly better writing and art)))

[kafus]

(teacup emoji) and the pokemon sun moon games?

good time to ask since i finally replayed sumo somewhat recently!!

sun and moon have some of the best story that pokemon has ever written, and i think it’s unfortunate how many people have never played them, even though it’s understandable considering usum just has overall better gameplay and more content (but not story, i am forever mad at how poorly usum is written in comparison to sumo). lillie from gameverse sumo specifically is one of my favorite pokemon characters of all time and she has been for years. i adore type null and gladion as well

that being said it is true that the alola games in general are a bit of a slog - the first time i played sun when it came out, i didn’t mind because the story was new and exciting, but it took multiple years of distance and forgetting dialogue for me to be able to replay it and enjoy it fully. and even back then, the first island in particular is in “tutorial mode” for far too long and it really drags. i wish it was easier for me to casually start up an alola playthrough like i can casually replay most pokemon games

i could go on a long time about specific sumo opinions but i’ll stop here. actually no SHINY KOMMO-O IS GOOD YOU ALL ARE JUST MEAN. ok now i’ll stop :] BDNDKDK

[paperlovesadness]

No, but what gets me is that this clearly isn't a heartbreak album - that's not the theme, that's not the purpose - most of the songs are just not about it at all and yet... There's just heartache that seeps through, you know? It still leaks into most of his writing - more or less, because [possibly] something profound happened to his heart at one point that completely altered his life and it just insists on being included.

It's self-reflection.

It's nostalgia and throwbacks.

It's passion and pure fun with the music.

But it's also... Heartache and just so much relentless devotion (and hope) seeping in through the cracks ALL OVER the album.

(Even in songs that are essentially about something else? Like Baggio is not about heartbreak and love at all. I know that. But then... It's still there. You know?)

I'm still standing in the rain, do you hear my call?

There's nothing left to say // 'Cause I've thrown it all away // Write lyrics in my sleep 'cause it keeps me together

I'll take the stage and I'll beat the drum until the dawn // To keep the darkness from you door

There's some things I can't say // But when the music starts to play // I stare up to the moon // And my lonely heart goes boom boom boom once again

Was it something that I said?

The things she said I never could forget // Promises and the reservations // Heartbreaks // The new sensation

Summer comes // Replay the scenes // Frequently deceives // Rose-tinted fantasies deep inside of me

Seeping in my wishing list // Momentary Bliss // Sinking like a battleship // You've come to take the win

Suddenly I see your face leading me astray // Secretly I contemplate // Resigning to my fate

Rest your soul on me // Missed your bones on me // It's taking its toll on me

The deepest dark despairs // Romance in our hearts will leave us there // It leaves us in a heap upon the floor // Yet still I'm wanting more

I'm crying out in dreams // Where I am something more than what you see // I'm not talking impossibilities // To bring us back together

What's the point in waitin'? // Waitin' for someone to break your heart // I'm anticipatin' a lifetime of evasion // When I've already paid

You're holding me to ransom honey // But I've run out of money this time // I'm looking for some answers honey // Promise to be gentle with my mind

'Cause I'd do anything for you (💀)

Oh my brother's I've done it again // I've wished it away before it began

And I will wait down the line for you // And I will tell no lies // I'll stand alone waitin' on for you (💀💀)

Never say never // Never say never again // Never say never // I won't know where it ends

I used to think it was all a game // And all the rules were there to break // But now it seems the rules have changed // There's no one left but me to blame

I said I'm sorry but I know that's not enough // You said don't worry // I know that you're scared of love

Like come ON

[this is all just speculation and interpretation of course. As always]

[wispythreads]

Replaying Mass Effect 1 Thoughts

Prologue (Female Shepard, Spacer, Sole Survivor, Infiltrator, Paragon-ish):

I'm again wishing for a version of events where Nihlus's plan is what actually occurs in the game, through him somehow surviving Saren... he seemed really cool, I really would've liked to have learned more about him.

fuck it's been long enough that the creepy bits of Eden Prime are still fucking creepy holy hell

What do you mean Ashely can't wear heavy armor yet???

Kaidan... Um... *wrapping in bubble wrap* ... *assesses* ... *wraps off one more layer for good measure* let's try to stop you from dying so much, yeah?

The Citadel - Expose Saren:

Preaching Hanar vs. Very Tired C-Sec Turian who cannot understand why anyone would be acting outside a rule-abiding, orderly manner is still such a fun little quick and easy quest. "Bro I get it just take the credits you need for a license."

GarrusGarrusGarrusGarrusGarrusGarrusGarrusGarrusGarrus!!!!!

God my Salarian bias is already showing we're barely in this game. Chorban is cute.

Hey a named Turian in this bar can I talk to you? *Attempts to interact, nothing happens* No... ok. *loops around again after conducting business, walks past him* "She left me. Just like that." (said in this most mournful, sad, pathetic voice) Ooooh my god =< (wish I could just. Turn around and give him some company for a bit.)

(Picking up Garrus from the Med Clinic, right after he responds to me asking "Why do you want to take down Saren?") He sounds so mad and so personally offended that he couldn't find anything about Saren during his investigation, I don't mean it in a demeaning way but I want to laugh listening to him.

I get +2 Renegade just because I told Garrus he had a nice shot- y'know what worth it. He did. Yeah it was dangerous but what else was he gonna do? It looked sick and he looked sick doing it.

What do you mean Garrus can't wear medium armor yet?!?!

How often does my poor paragon Shepard wince as total strangers immediately bring up Akuze and how remarkable it was that she survived, while trying to keep her friendly smile now plastered on her face? How uncomfortable it must be, for every new acquaintance to immediately remind you of the worst moment of your life, a moment you’d never want to go through ever again. How often does she have nightmares about it, especially considering how it seems no one will let her forget?

"Holy shit maybe veteran mode has some kick to it. Jesus my poor guys." (The bar fight was. Not great. A lot of enemies coming on either side with minimal cover for everyone. Garrus and Wrex went down fast multiple times before I finally got the hang of coordinating attacks and giving out orders)

Misc. Citadel Quests:

"You're with the Alliance? My brother's a private back on earth!" Hey yeah I remember you hello again :) wait your voice sounds like I've heard it from somewhere outside Mass Effect, where have I- !!! Tandi!! Hello hello!!

She is too close too close there is no need for this personal space personal space back OFF (just. Seizing up all stiff-like and uncomfortable. There is no need for the Consort to get up on me like that while trying to get me to help her.)

I feel bad making Paragon responses during personal talks with Garrus in Normandy. Especially the very first one: "Maybe I'll finally be able to do what I want for a change" being met with such a harsh "If you put innocents at risk than no, we do things the right way, not the fast way, got it?" like… I still have his "I wasn't- yes, Commander." echoing in my head, like that's not what I meant by "maybe." Garrus has a point, sometimes rules get in the way of being able to do the right thing, and as long as we're on the same page about that and respect that there's a reason there are rules in the first place, we're golden.

(Jenna Quest) Chellick getting mad at Shepard and going "with all due respect Shepard what the hell were you thinking?" is 100% appropriate, I was also just head in my hands seeing there were no discreet options for Shepard to address Jenna with. "You could've blown Jenna's cover!" - Me and Chellik shaking Shepard by the shoulders. Garrus you were right with me, why didn't you say something? You should know better!

(Getting flashbacks to the friendzone quickly dragging me into the romance zone like quicksand Kaidan I like you but not like that stop game I chose "Yeah I do talk with everyone like this" don't still make it seem like I'm flirting with the man by adding "I don't always enjoy it with everyone" bro!!!)

Feros:

… Everyone is acting incredibly suspicious around this camp. Me asking for a little bit of information about the colony only to constantly be redirected to speak with the leader about it in either a firm or nervous way… Fai Dan and Arcelia when I say the colonists are acting strange I'm not talking about the obvious PTSD of civilians thrust into a warzone, I'm talking about how no one is willing to look me in the eye and talk to me about the colony they're all a part of, as if they're not allowed to, as if they might let something slip that they shouldn't.

(I completely forgot about the details of the Thorian plot. Thanks brain, for once your terrible memory gave me a benefit, allowing me to relive something cool again.)

Misc. Quests again:

The last two worlds I went on (Amaranthine and the moon Presrop) were both absolutely gorgeous??? I was only there for a short sidequest???

(Finished all the side quests I could find on my own (including Tali + Wrex + Garrus's personal quests) and returning to the Citadel to find the last Keeper needing to be scan/tell Garoth his brother is dead) Ok I've got a lot of equipment and a lot of money. Can I please have some decent armor for Garrus finally so that he stops dying on me? (Morlan's Famous Shop) Huh. Mercenary armor for turians? I wonder what red looks like on Garrus. (buys it, equips it) Holy shit that looks cool!!

I'm very sorry for your loss, Garoth, I wish I could've been the bearer of good ne- I KNEW you were in the Citadel Tower! (Scanned the last keeper. Happy victory music.)

Noveria:

Garrus: Commander, we should bring Liara with us. If anyone would know about her mother, it'd be her. Me: Story-wise, yes, it'd make more sense to bring Liara. But then I'd have to leave either you or Wrex on the ship =( (I'm planning on actually doing a run with my biotic pure paragon m!shephard with Liara and Tali as my designated squad mates later)

"Lorik you are so very fun to talk with :)" Him trying to use a human expression that just doesn't sound right, either because it's one I haven't heard or is just too far off from what he's trying to allude to, "fly in the lotion." Asking me to "try not to get blood on the carpet," commenting about how "humans are so full of questions, I should write a book about it while I've got the time," and ""Let me go?" Do humans view conversation as a form of imprisonment? Maybe that's why so few are willing to stop and sit down…" he's neat I like 'im.

Omfg Anoleis is such a fucking asshole. Salarian bias does still make it very funny to listen to him, rather than upsetting. His fast "Yes, what? What?" as he's being interrupted from whatever business he was doing by his secretary. Him jumping to the conclusion that because I'm a spacer I'm a tax dodger like holy hell dude. Say you're a massive hater without saying you're a hater my god.

After getting ambushed by Geth in the Garage: "Shepard, what did you do?!" ???? "Defended myself?" I love how offended Shepard gets in response we're on the same page like what do you mean, "What did I do???" You think I wanted to be killed by Geth?

Maybe unpopular opinion here but I think it is absolute bullshit that Benevia has to die no matter what. You bring Liara with you? Cool, does nothing. She'll still die, it'll just maybe end up a little more emotional. I don't think enough had happened to really justify her being beyond salvation.

Geth Incursion Side Mission:

Here's the great thing about Wrex: I can be extremely weary and tired and done with the endless waves of enemies, wanting it all to be over already, and then suddenly he'll pipe up with a deep, gravelly, EARNEST laugh and make some comment about how much he's enjoying himself, how much he's going to miss this once the fighting is over, and I'll let the weariness wash off my back and give him a tired smile. Alright. I can handle one more fight.

Virmire:

… (takes deep breath after killing the indoctrinated private Menos Avot that had been pleading to be set free) … He was doomed either way. If I didn't let him out, he'd die in the explosion. It's better to try and save him and be forced to defend myself than to ensure he'd die. It'll be ok.

… I really, really do want to save Kaidan, but that's just… how this goes logically in my head. Ashley feels like she should go with the Salarians, and… and that's a lot more lives that need saving. But god does it suck. How accepting he is of the end. Watching him continuing to struggle against the oncoming Geth, wounded, pressed right up against the bomb that's going to nuke everything around him, watching as the Normandy flies away. And Shepard watching, seeing the explosion for herself. A life she and I chose to die. And the music afterword... it still makes me feel very melancholic and depressed jeez… (the pure!paragon m!shepard will have Kaidan live. I need one playthrough at least that has him survive, even if this path is the one that makes the most sense to me)

Endgame Time Let's Go Woot!

Got myself ungrounded from the Citadel, and I'm endeared by Garrus's little anxious "I can't believe we stole the Normandy…!" Because y'know what, yeah, after I've been playing a very by the book character that he was just a couple missions ago coming around to the idea of and realizing, 'yeah, I am hot headed, and just because it's not the fastest doesn't mean I shouldn't be playing by the rules, I'll get back on C-Sec and become a Spectre,' he has every right to then be asking "After everything you told me… it seems a bit extreme, doesn't it…?" Gosh he wants to be a badass rebel but he is in reality a gosh darn nerd. (said very lovingly)

!!!! AHHHH GET AWAY FROM ME GETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAY!!!!!!!!!!!! (The reanimated Saren corpse crawling at me on all fours had a. slightly more viscerally horrified reaction than I thought would happen as soon as the game cut from the cinematic back to gameplay.)

Final Thoughts:

I honestly think this game holds up really well for how old it is. There was an annoying glitch on Noveria that made itself known again on Ilos, blocking out interactable objects and moving characters with literal black blocks, but that was an easy fix and didn't effect the actual gameplay too badly.

The art is phenomenal, the combination of artistic choices and lighting and sound design and music scratches that very good itch of what I enjoy about sci-fi. Really great characters, great set up and pay-off in the story, great ending, just a fun time all around.