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Muse: One

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Summary: You and Ari meet on Raya. Chaos ensues.

Pairing: Art Curator! Ari Levinson x Plus sized model! Reader

Word count: 4.5 K

A/N: Muse will be a series of one shots featuring Muse and Ari, and this one will probably be the longest one. We’re gonna hear from them at least every week. 😏 Big thanks to @princessphilly who basically inspired the premise and then endured me being feral in her inbox. And yes, this is the same Ari that's in Show Off, so this AU is tangential to the Peach and Knock You Down verses. I was honestly working on another fic and this one possessed me. Here I go again. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Ari Levinson: art collector/curator/ fuckboi, Reader: model/ player, dating app life, drinking, casual sex, Dominant Ari, assertive reader, sex almost straight out the gate, size kink (c &b), breeding kink, but protected sex, pussy/clit slapping, praise and degradation, one night stand with zero feelings caught (lies!)

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You weren’t even supposed to be on Raya that night.

You’d just finished a long shoot in a downtown loft where the air was thick with hairspray, and the photographer kept yelling absurdities like: “Give me strong, but soft! Like a powerful whisper!”

Your feet ached. Your back screamed. The only thing keeping you sane was the cold cabernet sauvignon sweating in your hand.

You weren’t looking for anything. You just wanted to see some pretty faces and feel like a hot girl with options.

Swipe.

No.

Hell no.

Well damn. Ari Levinson.

You’d heard about him. Your model friends had stories about how smooth he was, the size of his dick, and how he ghosted right after getting what he wanted. Classic.

But you got it. On a cellular level. Because you weren’t looking for entanglements either.

You just wanted the D.

His first photo was black and white, him standing in a sunlit Parisian gallery, framed by massive abstract canvases. His hair was tousled like he either just woken up from a nap on a vintage couch or spent the morning negotiating a private sale.

He wasn’t looking at the camera, of course not.

He was looking at the art.

Ari also looked like art, smart blue eyes and soft lips partially hidden by a beard that you thought would feel good between your thighs. You could tell that he was tall, broad shouldered, and built to last. He was dressed casually, and that’s how you knew he was rich rich.

He didn’t have to show it off.

His bio was enigmatic:

“Chasing beauty, collecting moments. Sometimes it’s oil on canvas. Sometimes it’s the silence between two songs.”

What the fuck does that even mean?

You read it twice.

You meant to swipe left.

But fate, or the wine, intervened.

It’s a Match.

You stared at it for a minute, then typed before you could change your mind.

“Picasso said 'art is a lie that makes us realize truth.” You buying lies or selling them?” Drinks?

He responded within seconds.

He suggested a bar in SoHo with intimate booths, dim lighting, and top tier mixology.

You almost said no. You didn’t do dates.

You did vibes, connections, and the occasional night of excellent chaos.

But something about his response made you curious.

—--

Raya was never really Ari’s scene.

Too curated. Profiles with perfectly lit selfies, vague aspirations, and bios that tried too hard to sound both deep and detached.

He didn’t swipe often.

But the truth was, Ari Levinson was lonely.

Not in the sad, broken kind of way, more like he was perpetually surrounded by beautiful people who only admired his collection, complimented his taste, but never asked why he kept certain pieces or why he stared too long at sculptures that looked like loss.

His encounter the other night with the newlywed Rogers made him yearn for that kind of fire, that kind of connection. But he didn’t know if that could be duplicated.

Ari was just about to close the app when your profile popped up.

He recognized you right away.

Not because you were just beautiful, you definitely were, but because you commanded the image. There was a magnetism in the way you moved, a joy and defiance that didn’t care for permission.

On your profile was a picture of you in oversized sunglasses and a silk robe, holding a book. And another one of you at some red-carpet event, plus-sized and absolutely radiant, laughing like you were amused at the world.

You were absolutely stunning.

Your bio:

Model. Curvy chaos. Not here for a long time, just a good time.

Ari smiled. Finally, someone not performing a softcore version of forever.

You weren’t like the others, not looking to be wifed up with someone rich and powerful like him. That made you dangerous.

He swiped right instinctively, just to see. Just to admire.

He didn’t expect a match.

But when the screen lit up, It’s a Match!, his chest actually tightened.

And then came your message.

You look like you curate galleries by day and cry to phoebe bridgers by night. Drinks?

He choked on his espresso.

It was hilarious.

And too perfect.

He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve played it cool.

Instead, he typed back faster than he ever had in his life.

“I’m intrigued. 8PM. Little Branch in SoHo. Can’t wait to see you.”

Short, sharp, and confident, not overplaying his hand.

And it was the word intrigued, not “interested,” not “curious.” And he’d said, “Can’t wait to see you.”

That got you. Because that meant he was already a little undone.

—---

Ari was already there when you walked in. Black button-up, gold chain, leaning on the bar casually, but you could tell he saw you the second you stepped through the door. He stood, smiled, and you rocked back on your heels as if hit by a bolt of lightning.

The man was massive. Pictures didn’t do him justice and you didn’t know of the button up was tailored, all you knew is you felt the power beneath it. You also had to stop yourself from turning your head sideways to check out the package in his jeans.

You paused, steadying yourself, and continued your approach..

“Wow,” he said when you approached and introduced yourself.

You laughed, because no matter how many people ogled you for a living, the involuntary kind of compliments always made you flustered. You swallowed, then turned to the barback.

“Negroni. Empress Gin.”

Ari raised an eyebrow, impressed.

“Oh. A big girl drink.”

You laughed. He kind of loved it already.

“Well, as you can see, I’m a big girl.”

Ari’s eyes slid down your body and you weren’t mad as he did a double take at your jeans.

“I see. And I like.”

The way he licked his lips made you warm. You raised your eyebrow, imagining him munching away.

“My booth is back here.”

You looked at his large hand pointing the way to the back of the small bar to an even more intimate area. Yeah. You could ride that.

You walked ahead of him and you knew that he was watching your ass. You didn't mind. That was the point.

His booth was tucked into a corner, shadowed and intimate; it was the kind of space designed for secrets and seduction. You slid in first, and he followed, sitting close.

He signaled for another round, fingers grazing yours on the drink menu as if by accident, and when the server left, he turned back to you with that beautiful smile.

“So. Model, huh?”

You smiled back at him.

“That’s the rumor. Print and editorial mostly. A few campaigns. But I prefer runways in Europe over the states. I travel a lot.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

You shrugged.

“Sometimes. But I like bringing the fantasy to life.”

You took a sip of your drink and his eyes were on your mouth.

“And you? Art dealer, right? Collector?”

“Curator,” he corrected gently. “Sometimes broker. Sometimes buyer. Mostly, I help people spend obscene amounts of money on things they don’t understand.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“So a charming con artist with a gallery?”

He grinned.

“Exactly. But I only sell what I believe in.”

“Nice. I sell unattainability and the occasional skincare product. We both deal in illusions.”

“Yours just have better lighting.”

You laughed and tilted your head. Something happened in Ari’s chest. He should have run.

“So, what, you sit around all day judging brushstrokes and seducing heiresses?”

“Mostly. And trying not to text back women I shouldn’t.”

“Am I one of them?”

“Too soon to tell. But you’re a strong contender.”

You let that linger in the air for a second.

“So,” you said slowly, setting your drink down with a clink, “is this where you try and charm the pants off me?”

“I was trying to decide,” he murmured, as he took a drink, eyes locked on yours, “if I wanted to fuck you at your place or mine.”

You blinked, just once, but your smile widened.

“Oh, we’re skipping pretense, then?” you questioned. “Good. I hate when men waste my time. When was the last time you were tested?"

Ari raised his brow. You cut right to the chase.

"I get tested once a quarter, last time was two weeks ago. Clean."

"Hmmmm. I tested a month ago. And I'm clean too. But I'm gonna still need you to wear protection."

Ari smiled and lowered his eyes. His hand moved slightly under the table to rest near your thigh, but not quite touching you. A tease.

"Of course. Something tells me you don’t let anything, or anyone through,” he replied.

You studied him, wondering if you were reading worship and destruction into his look or if it was actually there.

“You’re starting to sound like someone who catches feelings.”

“Feelings?” he echoed with a grin. “No, I just like being around wild, beautiful creatures. And I enjoy the ones that bite back even more.”

You leaned in closer to him.

“You think I’m wild. And you think I bite?”

“I hope you are. And I hope you do.”

Your leg brushed his under the table. His eyes flicked down, then back up to your face, darker now.

“I have the same hopes for you, Mr. Levinson.”

Ari’s jaw flexed, nostrils flaring.

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

His fingers moved to your thigh and traced a slow line up your crotch beneath the table.

You leaned in closer.

“You still sure about just one night?” he asked, eyes on your lips again.

You put your hand on his thigh at that moment, moving it up to feel his thickening cock. You were excited at the potential there.

“One night. That’s the deal. I don’t do second acts. So you better make it count.”

Ari grinned and your stomach flipped.

“Well, then. I need to make it unforgettable.”

—----

You were straddling him on your couch when Ari realized he was in trouble.

He should’ve known the second you walked into the bar, hips swaying and those curves...damn. But here, now, with your thighs around him and your body pressed so close he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began, he was so gone.

Ari wasn’t the type to rush.

He was all about artful restraint and being aloof. But you shattered that.

You kissed like you knew just how to destroy him with your lips, teeth, and tongue. Ari hadn’t experienced the feeling since he was a teenager, but damn, he was throbbing underneath you.

And when you unbuttoned his shirt, fingers dragging over his chest, rubbing his nipples under your palms, he swore under his breath.

“Fuck. You’re unreal,” he murmured.

And you just smirked, leaned in, whispering, “I know.”

God, the way you moved. Every roll of your hips was a tease, every drag of your nails down his skin was a stripe he wanted to earn. He gripped your jean-clad thighs thighs hard enough to ground himself, because he was floating somewhere between desperation and awe.

You rode him slowly at first. You wanted him to feel all of it, every breath, every tremor. And he did.

Your pussy was buzzing with anticipation and you were impatient, but you wanted to savor this one.

You arched as his hips rolled up between your legs, anchoring your hands on his broad shoulders as he branded the shape of himself between your legs. And when he did it again, you moaned and tried to create your own rhythm, but he held you in place.

Ari had to stop you because he only had one shot tonight and he wasn’t going to throw it away and let you cum in your pants. When your orgasm hit, it would be with the slick walls of your pussy clamped around his cock.

So you did the only thing you could, which was to grind down harder on him, causing him to let out a shaky breath, finally moving you against him to get some friction.

"Fuck... let me feel you, darlin'."

Ari made a new rhythm, one he managed with his eyes locked on yours, hands roaming from your waist to your back, then tangled in your hair as you leaned in and bit his bottom lip, making him groan.

“You gonna fall in love with me, Ari?” you teased against his mouth.

“I think I already am,” he said, before he could stop himself.

You didn’t answer, thinking it was part of the game. You just smiled, leaned back, hands on his chest, and started moving faster, driving him out of his mind.

Every sound you made wrapped around his ribs and squeezed. He didn’t know what felt better, the pressure building low in his stomach, or the way you moaned his name like it tasted sweet in your mouth. The feel of your wet, hot pussy through your jeans was just a bonus.

He'd slept with beautiful women. Charming women. Women who made love like it were their last day on earth.

But you? You were different.

And the way you looked, curls akimbo, lips parted, eyes locked on his like you were seeing to the bottom of him, that image seared into him.

He stood, picking you up effortlessly, grabbing you under your ass.

“I’m assuming that your bed is up here?”

You just nodded, breathless at his power as he carried you up the stairs to the loft where your king sized bed was.

He reached the top and dropped you on the bed. You bounced a little as he reached for you and unbuttoned your jeans, dragging them down your legs along with your panties.

Shit, he wasn’t wasting any time.

He stopped and proceeded to strip off his own clothes.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he commanded and you scrambled to comply, removing your top and your bra and watching him undress at the same time. You almost groaned at the sight of his cock.

You hadn’t always been a cock hungry slut, but you were a little obsessed. Ari was big and long, not the longest you’d had, but definitely the thickest. It was beautiful: veiny and flushed, with a large swollen head that leaked precum down his shaft. You knew it was going to be amazing when he stretched you out.

Then you noticed his balls. They looked full and heavy. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you imagined how much cum he’d have for you. Ari smirked down at your wide eyes on him as he pushed your shoulders until you were lying on your back.

He hooked your thighs with his hands and dragged you until your ass was at the edge of the bed and you squealed with surprise as he lifted your feet up to his shoulders. This was quite the change from your usual three positions with your one night stands: missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style.

When he rubbed the his thick tip along your soaked slit, you closed your eyes and moaned. He tapped the entrance to your pussy with his cock, holding your hip to ensure that you didn't make him slip inside you.

Yeah. Ari wasn’t like other guys.

You felt the weight of him as he dragged his cock through your slippery, swollen pussy, smearing your slick all over him and you looked down, mesmerized by the sight. This was going to be good.

Ari looked down angrily.

"Fucking soaked for me," those blue eyes snapped up to yours, freezing you in place. "You always this wet?"

He licked those red lips and if you had a heart you would have been in trouble. You’d never been this wet with anyone before. You just shook your head no, not trusting yourself to answer, lest you have him thinking, correctly, that he was the shit.

But he read you anyway. That smile was both beautiful and annoying.

"For me? You shouldn't have... might get me addicted."

You scowled at him, but then you bit your lip as he started to draw circles on your clit with his penis. You were dickmatized again, eyes riveted to the spot as you moaned.

He tapped his cock against your clit to get your attention.

“Look at me.”

You looked at him through your lashes.

“Do you have any condoms?”

Oh no. Did you? You couldn’t think because of the pre-orgasmic haze you were in. Ari licked his finger and then brought it down to caress your clit while he waited for your answer.

That didn’t help the clarity of your thinking.

“Ch-check the top drawer.”

You gestured toward your nightstand, hoping it was the right direction.

He left you, opened legged and bereft as he went on his mission, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he said, “Found them.”

Thank god. You were about to beg him to ride you bareback if he hadn’t found any. He sheathed himself and then moved back into his previous position.

He rubbed himself over your slit again, and you moaned.

“Right about here, between these beautiful thick thighs, wouldn’t you agree?”

He was driving you crazy. Your cunt was humming on a five at the bar, but he had ramped her up to an 11. You’d never been this desperate for a cock before.

“Just fuck me, please!”

He chuckled and lined the head of his cock against your entrance, but didn’t push home. He teased you for a second, before dragging it up and down one last time, just to see the look your face.

Beautiful.

“You sure about this?”

His voice was pure sin. You opened your eyes fully and glared at him.

Gorgeous.

“Yes, Ari. I need you.”

That must have been enough because he immediately plunged in, inch by glorious fat inch, straight to your core.

“Oh fuck!”

Ari’s meaty cock stretched you out, and your head fell back in ecstasy as your hips instinctively arched to take him in deeper. You were panting from pure pleasure as you tried to adjust to his thickness.

“You like that? Like my thick cock in this little pussy?”

“Yes, God, yes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking against him to try to get him to move. He was still as a statue and his jaw was clenched from restraint.

“Tell you what, if you beg me to fill your pussy with cum, I’ll fuck you so hard your head spins. Deal?”

“Um…” you couldn’t form your thoughts to beg, or to realize that there would be no cum filling because of the condom.

“Why don’t you think about it and let me know,” Ari said casually as if he were talking to a customer browsing his gallery.

But he started thrusting slowly into your cunt as the electric current in his dick made you crave the roughness he’d suggested. You tried to pull yourself together, but it didn’t work.

Ari was transfixed by your breasts. They looked delicious.

“Play with your nipples,” Ari growled.

You cupped your breasts with your hands and pulled at the stiff peaks. He continued his leisurely pace, except now everything was worse. Or better.

Every time you pulled your nipples, you felt a corresponding pull between your legs. And then there was the way he was looking at what you were doing, eyes half lidded and mouth open as you touched yourself. Fuck that was so erotic.

The pressure was building, but you knew you wouldn’t cum until he fucked you harder.

Ari stopped and pulled out.

“Nooooooo!” you cried, and he chuckled at you, as if he was amused.

“I really wanna make you cum, but I think I’m distracting you too much.”

You couldn’t think, but you didn’t want him to stop. A sharp smack against your swollen pussy lips made you yelp and a blast of delight surged through you.

Holy fuck what was this guy doing to you?

When he slapped your pussy harder, you realized how completely fucked you were.

You would do whatever he wanted.

“Okay okay. Let me think…. Shit, Uh…” you were completely in a daze.

“Are you ready to beg me to fill you with my cum?” Ari reminded you of the question at hand.

He brought a finger back to your clit and rubbed devastating circles around it.

Jesus fuck, it was like he didn’t really want you to be able to talk. Catching a moment of clarity, you rushed it out.

“Please, Ari, fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. Pretty please. I just need your cum. Promise I’ll be the best fucktoy you’ve ever had, please?”

He gave you an evil grin and caressed your clit harder. You whimpered.

“Please, Ari. Need your cum.”

He stopped rubbing and you felt his tip nudging into you, and you were almost purring from the pleasure. He pressed in until he bottomed out, waves of bliss washing over you. You started trembling preemptively.

“Good girl,” he announced as he pulled out gently, only to slam back in hard.

“Oooooo, fuck, oh my god!” you gasped out as he fucked you ruthlessly.

The sound of your moans mixed with the squeaking of your bed, and you continued to play with your tits which only increased your pleasure.

You went from one peak to another as you quickly spiraled toward your orgasm, Ari’s grunts each time he sank into you helping to speed you along.

“Such a….good… little… breedable…. Fucktoy…..”

He slammed into you, groaning with every word. All it took was one brush of his finger to push you over the edge.

You screamed, “Oh, god, yes!” as you came all over his cock and writhed against him as he roared that he was cuming. New waves of rapture surged between your legs, traveling throughout your entire body.

He drilled into you for a moment longer, and the intense aftershocks were almost too much to bear. When he finally pulled out, the room swirled around you and you let out a tiny giggle.

Ari did promise to fuck you hard enough to make it spin.

He went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom and then returned and pulled you up the bed to make you his little spoon.

You reveled in the smell of sweat and sex, almost getting high on the scent. You laughed softly like you couldn’t believe what just happened. But he knew. He knew exactly what happened.

He was ruined.

But you were a one-night promise, a walking fantasy with no intentions of calling back. And still, as you lay in bed with him, catching your breath, his hands on your body, Ari knew he didn’t want this to end.

Not anytime soon.

“You don’t have to stay if you have something in the morning…”

You meant that to sound more definitive, like you were inviting him to leave, but Ari had wrecked you so much that you didn’t have the energy to be cold. That was the reason you turned, burrowed into his chest and let your eyelids get heavy.

Ari chuckled.

“Don’t worry, Muse. I’ll get out of your hair soon. Just catching my breath.”

“... the fuck is Muse?...” you questioned on your way to sleep, the rhythm of his fingers on your thighs the nails in your coffin of sleep.

“You are. You’re my Muse.”

You didn’t quite feel the kiss on your forehead. But you smiled.

—----

In the morning, the light in your apartment was rude.

It filtered through the curtains like it had a personal vendetta, hitting your face just as you tried to pretend the night didn’t happen the way it did. Your limbs were sore in that satisfied way, like you’d run a marathon, but only with your hips.

You stretched. Yawned. Felt the warmth behind you.

Shit.

Ari was still there.

He was on his side, one arm slung over your waist like it belonged there. His broad chest was on your back, and his nose buried in your neck, breathing you in.

You shifted. He didn’t move. Just tightened his hold with that annoying, possessive kind of tenderness.

“Morning,” he mumbled into your skin, his gravelly morning voice threatening to do you in.

“Mhmm,” you answered, noncommittally. You carefully peeled his arm off.

“You can go, you know.”

That got his attention. He lifted his head, messy hair falling over his eyes, beard pressed with pillow lines.

He looked like sex personified.

“Damn. No coffee? No kiss on the cheek? Not even a fake number on a Post-it?”

“Don’t make this weird, Ari.”

You’re out of bed now, grabbing your robe from the chair, ignoring the way his eyes tracked your every move. You knew the drill. One-night stands didn’t turn into brunch plans.

He propped himself up and leaned against your headboard like it was custom-built for him.

“Wasn’t trying to. Just… didn’t think you’d be in such a rush to forget me.”

“I’m not,” you lied, tying your hair up with a scarf, trying to be as unattractive as possible.

You had no idea that to him you looked like the most beautiful painting he'd ever seen.

“I just like to keep things clean. No open tabs.”

“Hmm.”

He studied you for a long moment, then stretched like a cat, unapologetically naked and smug.

“You always kick people out like this? Or am I just special?”

You sighed. He wasn't making it easy. He was too comfortable in your space. Too charming. Too in your face.

“I didn’t peg you for the lingering type.”

“I’m not. But something about your bed makes me reconsider my brand.”

He grinned.

“And you snore a little. It’s cute.”

You whirled around.

“I do not snore.”

He laughed. Like it was a private joke between you. It softened you for a second. Just a second. You cleared your throat and motioned down toward the door.

“Seriously. You should go.”

He nodded slowly, slid out of your bed and grabbed his clothes, treating you to the sight of him getting leisurely getting dressed. When he caught you watching, he grinned, and you scoffed, going down the stairs so you wouldn’t be tempted stare any more.

Ari walked past you, stopped at the doorway and turned.

“If this is your way of making sure I don’t catch feelings... it might be too late.”

That caught you off guard. He shrugged.

“It’s fine. I’m not asking for a toothbrush or a drawer. But if you ever want to fuck again… or talk about art… or do both at the same time…You know where to find me, Muse.”

He winked. The mutherfucker actually winked, then walked out like he didn’t just ruin your perfectly controlled system.

You stood there, silent, heart hammering a little harder than you would have liked. And only when the door clicked shut did you whisper:

“...Goddamn it.”

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Muse: Two

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yourlocalsmutwriter · 22 days ago

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Beach vacation? More like I stole your bitch vacation- Dieter Bravo x reader × Joel Miller

cw: mmf threesome, double penetration, anal fingering, anal sex, mention of sex toys, fingering, piv, safe sex that later becomes unsafe sex, creampie, jealous! dieter, crying during sex, overstimulation, not full on cum eating but at least a little cum tasting, 1 ppcu guy + 1 gratis

Written for the #MagicNumberChallenge by @mothandpidgeon , @schnarfer, and @whocaresstillthelouvre

Dieter Bravo hated Christmas. It wasn't like a Grinch thing, nor did he think it was pretentious. Yes, long queues in stores weren't his thing (call him old fashioned for not buying his gifts online, and he's going back to get a refund). He also wasn't a fan of Christmas movies (why would they just leave the kid home alone, truly there was no distant relative with a car or a neighbor that could get him for a few days?). Truth was, he was just cold. He'd spend so many Christmases in California. Los Angeles lacked snow, so usually his posh film friends went to the Alps. So, more free time for him. Dieter could go to his favorite restaurants without a reservation. He could just do lines on his balcony while scrolling Raya. There was that one incident with the escort in the Santa outfit, though his pr team did a great spin. Dieter got them a raise on new years. But after that cursed movie, he had packed and left the city of angels.

His first New York winter almost did him in. But of course, faith brought him you. A pretty roommate. A nice, respectful girl that kept to herself. Occasionally had a friend over, but never had a guy sleep over. Dieter would've guessed you were gay or ace, but he didn't miss how you ogled him sometimes. Especially when he would parade around in the apartment in just his bathrobe, which was more often than not. You guessed he was just one of those people who didn't get cold. Until you got your October electricity bill. He had ranked up an insane amount of money. And you had to confront him because the landlord confronted you. That's how you found yourself yelling at Dieter, finger jabbed at his chest. His room was a sauna, and he had the audacity to leave the window open. "It keeps the place from smelling like pot," he whispers, letting you on his big secret. Unfortunately, you don't care. Even when he shows you his bank account, with so many zeros, he could afford to heat up the entire floor. It was a matter of principle. You dragged him to your room and showed him the zeros on the meter. Your screaming match was over when you tucked him in bed, under your heavy, warm comforter. He pulled you close to him, claiming that he read about this hugging the tension away method for a role. Somehow, you manage to end up naked with him, sweaty and panting under the covers. Dieter basically made camp in your bed for the winter. Sucking his dick daily wasn't on your bingo card, but it sure was a nice distraction from the bleak weather outside. He actually took you out on a date in March, and the rest was history.

Dieter did not particularly want to spend this Christmas with your parents. I mean, he was probably closer in age to them than to you (math wasn't his strong suit). So, months in advance, he buys tickets to a tropical paradise, opting for you two to spend a very sunny Christmas. He presents them to you in October, a year on the day when you first kissed. You tease him relentlessly for keeping track, still half-convinced that Dieter was with you for the sex. He could bring out something needy and almost pathetic in you. He loved Friday nights, because he'd spend hours between your legs, making you cum over and over again. Sometimes he'd get high or only get you high and just slowly hump you for hours, both of you so relaxed and at peace. You'd come so hard against him then, he swears you were made in a lab, especially tailored to his tastes. Hell, he even called you his soulmate the first time he finished inside of you. Watching you fuck his cum in deeper made him want to put a ring on your finger. You two were casual, yet serious, friends with benefits but also a secret third thing. So that's why Dieter thought you loved surprises.

You did, you really did. But you were terrified of flying. The whole process. Going to the airport. All the people, the long lines at TSA. Being somewhere, then in a few hours, landing somewhere else. And no matter how many times you flew, it was the same. You, like the mature well-adjusted adult you are, ignore this. Maybe this time it would be different. Maybe your boyfriend's dickmatization included anxiety. But as soon as you wake up in the morning of the flight, it's all going tits up. When you tell Dieter everything, in between the gagging on nothing on the toilet, he brings you a pack of edibles. He shakes it, the gummies hitting the plastic like they're dog treats. You have to remind him that you don't have his celebrity status and you'd definitely get in trouble. He rummages through his bathroom drawers and comes out with a thing that's just 3 natural herbs with a calming effect. Totally over the counter and definitely not his style.

"After everything that happened on set for Cliff Beasts 6, they thought I had lost it. Put me in rehab and all. I was getting drug tested at every audition. These kept me afloat. Take 2 for serious cases and 3 for emergencies." He says in response to your unasked questions.

You take 2 immediately, chasing them down with water. The whole journey there, you're stuck to Dieter's side like a koala. He's taking care of you, and it's almost okay. You're still anxious, and it doesn't let up until you're in the air. Then you're both taking advantage of the complimentary wine on the plane. You're grabbing a second one, and it dawns on you that you forgot to ask Dieter if the meds were okay to be mixed with alcohol. But he's fast asleep next to you, the script for his next project strewn on his lap. You stuff the confidential words in your in-flight magazines and lay your head on his shoulder. You're out like a light, sleeping like never before. You're a groggy zombie through passport control and already napping again in the taxi to the hotel. There you're more rested and start unpacking as Dieter already heads to the pool, towels in hand. You plant a big kiss on his lips and let him enjoy himself.

He's better at intimidating people, at remembering to put on sunscreen, at picking out the perfect chaiselounge. Dieter Bravo was made for relaxation. You can bet he's already drinking out of a coconut at a pool bar by the time you're down. Folding his speedos and hanging your clothes wasn't that time-consuming. It was your swimsuit that was the problem. You hadn't bothered to own a cute one before, and that meant that you had been on the hunt for two pieces in the middle of winter. With holiday shipping delays, and all you had to just go to a cheap, trusty store and pick a suspiciously cheap set. The white pieces with an overall cherry print looked great on you, but there was no guarantee that they wouldn't soon become see-through.

So you spent a good 10 minutes looking at yourself in the mirror, poking and proding at the fabric, stretching it, anything. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do, you guessed. Finally, you decided to fuck it. You'd tell Dieter about your woes and he'd wait for you to exit the pool with a towel. You had no qualms about being wrapped in the huge Star Wars one someone gave him at a meet and greet. You swore your boyfriend had a doppelganger out there somewhere. You begged him to contact the guy playing Din Djarin for a remake of Parent Trap. D even had his ears pierced, it was perfect. To his effort, he called his agent and tried, but to no avail. Turns out that actor was a former stunt double of his and absolutely refused to work in the same vicinity. Your boyfriend took that in stride. Not before teasing the shit out of you, though.

"Oh, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you, sweetheart? Visiting me on set, seeing two of me. You'd try to make a pass at him too, get him to join us, I know. Be a sly little minx, get a menagé with me and him. Wouldn't that be a brainfuck, huh?"

Dieter is a sweet talker but a persistent yapper nonetheless. That's why he knew just how far he could go with the threesome talk. How to coax you to ask for what you need.

"Come on, say it. What do you think about my idea? Cat got your tongue? I hope not, because I quite like it when you use it to do that thing with the." You cut him off with a

"It's hot, okay. My holes being filled by you, well two of you, it's a dream. To have you like that. Need you now, though. Please, enough of daydreaming."

You didn't need more freaky tales about how he'd fuck his clone. You needed him. Of course, Dieter wasn't gonna keep you waiting.

He trails two fingers towards the fabric of your underwear, pulling the panties to the side. You can hear him mumbling about how "you're soaked enough just from his words" as he curls the pointer and middle finger inside of you. The familiar, yet ghastly sounding squelch sound was a testament to this, you guessed. Luckily, you could get your way with him too, using a couple of simple words.

"Please, give me your dick, please, I wanna come on it," is all it takes. Simple, easy. Has him reaching for sweatpants strings and pulling them down, along with his boxer shorts. He slides his member between your thighs as he rummages through the bedside drawer, looking for condoms. Time stills as you watch him tear open the package frantically and put it on with precision, still giving you a show. How he fucks you in missionary, pillow under your hips. How he spits into his palm, uses the slick that's down your thighs to coat his finger. How he keeps apologizing that you don't have lube and reassuring you he will stop if you tell him. How your lips form a perfect O when his finger moves past your cheeks, and inside of your ass. How he tells you that sharing you would probably be like this and you squeeze against him twice. How you both cum embarrassingly fast, all of it a little too much for you.

You remember this little anecdote and pull on the bikini that's already wedged itself in your ass. Sunscreen in one hand and big emperor sunglasses perched on top of your head, you scan the perimeter for Dieter. You spot him, but something looks a bit wrong. You're not sure what it is, a Mandela effect of some sort.

Maybe it's his hair, looking a bit more salt and peppery? You trail through his body, but you spot the long red beach shorts he's wearing. When did Dieter pack that? You wondered why, too, because you already shoved 3 different colored speedos in the hotel wardrobe. When in Rome, he seemed to say with those, even though you were pretty far from Rome. You're staring at his crotch for a good minute until you snap out. The lack of tattoos is a dead giveaway. The thick book that says something about plowing and bones is what cements it. D's very smart, he's got an Oscar for God's sake. But he simply doesn't have the attention span for a slow paced read like this . That was not your boyfriend. But they looked identical. They could be twins. You knew it wasn't a "parent trap" situation because Dieter's parents were married. But this was getting very "three identical strangers" for you.

You were busy gawking at the stranger to notice Dieter sliding himself next to you.

"What's caught your attention? Wait, what the fuck is that. Is that a mirror or something. Jesus, it moved. Oh my God, that's a man. How many fucking doppelgangers do I have?" He says.

"Should we talk to him? I mean, he's obviously staying in the same hotel. Stars aligning and all that."

Dieter raises a brow. He had plans for this vacation. They included you, him, lounging by the pool, maybe a couple of museum and insane amounts of sex. After all, somebody else was changing the sheets. A buddy would be a bit awkward. D planned to ravish you at dinner and not fork asparagus as he makes small talk. Or God forbid, make conversation with a crazed fan. But on the other hand, he was also curious like you. So he decided to bite the bullet. He intertwined his fingers with yours and took the short walk to the pool chair. Chest glistening with water, a strip of sunscreen on his Aqualine nose, almost like he came from the set of Gladiator 2.

Joel Miller lived under a rock. So he had never seen a Dieter Bravo thing. Maybe that one episode of Buffy that aired eons ago. But he had a daughter to raise, not much time to be a cinephile. Especially boring, uppity stuff like the plays or historical epics D was involved in. Ironically, Joel had seen Cliff Beasts 1-5 and was still waiting for 6, which they were "in post production limbo" for years, according to the fan forums. So he didn't recognize the celebrity. He was nonetheless intrigued because the man towards him looked more alike than even Tommy. And not to mention the breathtaking woman next to him.

Joel practically jumped when Dieter faced him. They were a spitting image of eachother, bar a few of the tattoos. The other man also looked leaner, while Joel had a more defined physique. Perks of the job, he thought. The job that was currently probably falling apart without him. But sue him for getting a holiday for once in his life. Sarah was too old (her words, not his) to spend Christmas with her dad. Rather do that with some friends from college. And he managed to charm the lady at the tourist agency to give him a discount, last minute trip and all. Now Mr. Miller was grateful to be alone. Because there was nothing that he wanted more than to sink his cock inside of you as Dieter watched from the cuck chair. And almost like an angel, the man says to him "Would you like to have sex with us? For science.". Joel snickers at you lightly smacking your boyfriend's arm and apologizing. Then come introductions. The three of you take to eachother. Of course, him and Dieter compare lives, fully invested in this Sliding Doors scenario. You rub sunscreen on both of them as they talk, only humming or asking additional questions. It's like you're supervising 2 bulls and you're a matador. Dieter reads out recent news in increasingly weirder voices he learned at school. Joel gives you crossword clues, correcting your spelling of cordyceps. The three of you pass around a ball in the pool, much to the chagrin of other guests. Joel Miller has never been wined and dined. But he comes pretty close to it when you're buying him mocktail after mocktail and charging them to the room. All he has to do for a beer is ask nicely. You're grabbing the bottle too fast and pressing your lips to the foam, slurping obscenely. Then you twist like a vine, between the two men. The bar chairs are uncomfortable, so you have to sit in their lap? Sure. Joel notices how Dieter subtly gropes you, grabbing handfuls of your ass and tits. Not to be undone, he makes sure to press you down against himself. It's a cat and mouse game now, and D intends to start it off properly. By asking you to go upstairs and get ready for a shower as he tags along behind you with Mr. Miller.

You've barely swiped your key card when they catch up to you. Dieter pins you to the door,lips on yours, while Joel clumsily tries to kiss your neck.

"How do you want it, pretty face? Wanna take it in your mouth, show us that you suck cock like a pro?" Dieter asks as you're already moaning for more. You shake your head no, envisioning something a little different.

"Greedy. Then what? Tell Joel first, tell him what you want from him." Your boyfriend prompts you.

"Fuck my ass, Joel. As D's inside of my pussy. I wanna feel you both. At the same time. I've never done that, always wanted to."

He basically reboots for a second and then goes for your bikini bottoms. He looks at Dieter for confirmation, who just nods and tosses a bottle of lube in his direction. Joel would stop and think if this is a good idea if his cock hadn't been painfully hard in his swimming trunks for some time now. So, instead of ruminating, he uncapped the lube and spreads it on his fingers. You're surprisingly still, like a doe in headlights. He can hear you breathe in and out as he teases your hole. Better get on with it if you wanted to take him, he reasons. So he slides a finger past your ass cheeks. He asks Dieter to palm your tits, rub your clit, anything to get you more loosened up. It works. Bucking your hips against your boyfriend distracts you. You're still shaking a bit, so he asks

"You two have never, I mean, she's never?" Taken it up the ass remains silent, as if it's too vulgar. As if Joel wasn't two knuckles deep inside of that hole as he questioned you.

"Not totally. I've taken fingers, plugs. Dieter likes to keep me on edge, that fucker. But never a cock." You say nonchalantly, as if you're asking him what he's doing tomorrow.

"It's just so impersonal. Yeah, I'm an ass man, but it's not the same. Especially with this one soaking me like a broken sprinkler. No lube can come close to this." Dieter cuts in as he curls his fingers just right and slides them inside of you.

You whine for more, but Dieter doesn't rellent. No, he's played this song and dance before. The orgy scenes from game of thrones? Those weren't scripted. So he knows exactly how to make two people tick at the same time. He thrusts his fingers, once, twice and pulls them out. Shushes your disappointment with a kiss. Slides his digits past Joel's lips. Loves how his doppelganger socks hungrily, acting like your pussy juice is ambrosia. Dieter counts to 5 and pulls them away, almost chipping Mr. Miller's tooth. It's a game, all of it. And he intends to win.

You sense the dick measuring contest from a mile away. But you're prepared. Dieter is thicker, but shorter. You blab on how full he makes you, how he stretches you out, how you're not sure if it will fit. Joel, longer, but not as thick. You try for the old "he's so pretty", oh it'll ruin me, I have never had it so deep in me before. Of course, your boyfriend does the honours. They both move against you, heads ready and throbbing. Dieter grumbles about picking up the wrong condoms, forgetting about his latex allergy. Thankfully Joel somehow gets one out of the pages of his book. As soon as you tease his about his choice, he smacks your ass.

"I could walk away right now, fuck my fist in the shower tonight and then tease you and your little boyfriend for the reminder of your stay. Or you could be a good little doll and respect your elders. Still wanna make fun of me?" He asks, rubbing his cock against your ass, against the spot where his fingers are still stretching you open.

"No, sir." You say. Dieter watches it all, and the tension is too much for him. He thrust his all too big for you cock into your pussy in one motion. Little tears form at the corners of your eyes. His movement pushes you into the mattress, into Joel. Who grips your hips and moves forward, as D moves back. You're sandwiched between them, and it almost is too much.

It certainly isn't the most comfortable. Then Dieter says it, that while it feels fucking amazing, he knows a better way. He slides off you and lays back, cock pointed straight in the air like a flag in a golf hole.

"Giddy up, cowgirl." He says in that voice, the one he's gonna be using for agent Whiskey in Kingsmen. The one that drives you wild. You crawl over to him with Joel still inside of you. It's almost funny, you're like two animals rutting desperately together. Dieter spreads his legs a little, watches you struggle to straddle him.

"Fucking horndog, you better behave if you want me to make you cum. I know you're a sensitive little bitch that loves every touch, but I doubt you'll finish just from anal. Show old Dieter a good time." He says as you take your time. Joel pauses, letting you sink on your boyfriend's cock. He knows that if you cum, your whole body will be reacting, including the sweet ass he was currently fucking. You reach out to help Dieter put it in, and apologize as your sharp hotel bracelet almost scratches him. The blonde receptionist with the thick Slavic accent had something against you, you could swear it. It's all forgotten as Dieter lifts his hips slowly and lets gravity do its job. You sink on his cock and all three of you try to move. It's a sweaty, wet mess. You're not sure who you're begging for more, who's praising you, who's telling you you're a filthy slut. The tears come naturally, and you don't even feel them fall. Until Joel reaches out to dry them, pad of thumb rough and calloused against your face.

"Look at her, crying already. We've barely started, doll." He says. Of course, the universe disagrees. And by the universe, of course here we mean Dieter Bravo's insufferable jealousy. Maybe it's the speed with which he fucks into you. Maybe it's the fact that he still has his rings on the hand he uses to rub brutal circles on your clit. But you can hear the elastic of the condom shift. You lift and low and behold, it's split, a slit right against it.

"We don't need it, do we pretty thing? I'm your boyfriend after all. I'm the one you come home to, I'm the one you fuck every night. I need you to say it, though. Tell me you want me to fill you up with my cum. Go on." He begs, as you rub against his tip. You reply with a "Need you, need to soak your cock." and as soon as you feel all of him, you do.

Coming on Dieter's cock as he starts to build a rhythm and Joel is about to finish too is a religious experience. The stranger chokes out a "You did good, doll" and two pumps later he's done. But of course, like a true southern gentleman, he goes on. He tosses the used condom in the trash can (with surprising accuracy) and he's back on the bed. His fingers are on your clit, despite you saying it's too much.

"She can take it." Dieter parrots, and you echo the same, even though it's half- moaned and fully a lie. Joel matches his rhythm to D's instructions, and low and behold, you're coming. Dieter is right there with you, but what pushes him over is the other man's hand slowly moving to your cunt. Joel fucks the cum inside of you, pushing it back in. Once he's satisfied, he lets you lick one finger and offers the other to Dieter. The actor begrudgingly agrees, ready for the "Tom from Succession" special. After all, what's a good beach vacation without a sweet treat?

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kyleoreillylover · 5 months ago

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Love Potions

Jey Uso x Fem!Black!Reader x Sami Zayn (established relationship)

Summary: You swear it’s a superpower. There’s no other explanation. It’s like Jey was blessed with the divine ability to flip a switch in your brain and Sami’s at the same time. Doesn’t matter if you’re exhausted, fresh off a flight, half-asleep, or fresh out the gym dripping sweat — if Jey wants you and Sami, he’s getting you and Sami. Period. And the worst part? He knows it. Oh, that man knows exactly what he’s doing. OR You swear Jey has you and Sami under a love potion.

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbones450 @steakwithasideofmashngravy @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @hope4more @partypoison00 @fearlesschimera

warnings: mentions of smut!! but no actual smut written

word count: 1,235

You swear it’s a superpower. There’s no other explanation. It’s like Jey was blessed with the divine ability to flip a switch in your brain and Sami’s at the same time. Doesn’t matter if you’re exhausted, fresh off a flight, half-asleep, or fresh out the gym dripping sweat — if Jey wants you and Sami, he’s getting you and Sami. Period.

And the worst part? He knows it. Oh, that man knows exactly what he’s doing.

He doesn’t even have to say much. Sometimes, it’s just a look — that look. The one where his eyes dip low and slow, scanning over you like he’s picking apart every inch, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek like he’s already thinking nasty things. His gaze lingers, hot like a brand, and suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of every part of yourself. Your heart skips, your breath catches, and no matter how tired you are, it’s like your whole body goes on high alert.

And when he speaks? It’s over.

“C’mon, baby,” he’ll say, low and rough, his voice like gravel smoothed over honey. His hand grazes your back, his fingers slow and deliberate, just barely touching you. His eyes stay on yours, half-lidded but sharp as ever. “Don’t run from me now.”

Run from him? Like you could?

You try to act like it doesn’t work on you. You really do. You’ll roll your eyes, huff, and mutter something about how "we are too tired for this, Jey." But then he’ll smirk — that smirk — slow and sharp like he’s daring you to keep lying.

"Too tired, huh?" His eyes flick to your lips. "Bet I could change your mind."

And just like that, you’re gone.

It’s the way he invades your space, close but never too close, until you feel the heat of him before you even see him. He doesn’t have to touch you at first, just be there, and you’re already rethinking every excuse you had to stay tired.

You remember one time in the hotel lobby. He didn’t even do anything at first. Just sat across from you and Sami, legs spread wide, leaning back like a king on his throne. His chain was swinging on his chest, fresh off a shower, skin still warm and glowing.

And all he did was look at you both. No words. Just that steady, hungry stare that had your thighs pressing together under the table. You swore you weren’t even gonna give him the satisfaction — you were tired, your feet hurt, and Sami was already scrolling on his phone, dead to the world.

But Jey? He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and called out softly, "Baby girl..." His voice was a slow drag, like he had all the time in the world. "You tryna ignore me, huh?"

You glanced up — mistake. His eyes locked with yours, and you knew you were done for.

And, of course, Sami had to notice.

"Don’t look at him," Sami muttered, not even looking up from his phone. His brows furrowed like he was focusing hard, but his face was pink, jaw clenching. "Don’t give him that satisfaction, Y/N. We’re tired, remember? Tired."

"I know," you whispered, eyes still locked with Jey’s. "I know."

But it was too late. You felt it in your chest, that warm, heavy buzz that only Jey could spark. Your pulse kicked up, and suddenly, every inch of you felt too aware.

Jey tilted his head, watching you closely, like he could see every thought running through your mind. He leaned in, resting his chin on his fist, and his eyes flicked to Sami next.

"You tired too, Zayn?" he asked, his grin slow and slick. He licked his lips, staring at Sami like he had plans. Big, nasty plans. "Don’t look tired to me."

Sami exhaled hard, dragging a hand down his face like he was fighting for his life.

"Jey," Sami warned, his voice already cracking.

"You know you want it, lo'u alofa," Jey shot back, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Stop frontin’."

And that was all it took. Sami let out the loudest, most frustrated groan, tossing his phone on the table. "I hate you, habibi," Sami muttered, but he was already looking at you like, “We’re really doin’ this, huh?”

"Yup," Jey said, smug as ever, standing up slow and stretching, his shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of abs and those damn v-lines. He caught you looking. Of course, he did. "Y’all know the room number. Get up."

And you did. Of course, you did.

THE WORST PART?

He does it anywhere.

Locker room?

Jey waits until it’s just the three of you, then he’ll sit you on his lap like you’re just “chilling.” Except his hand will start tracing slow circles on your hip, his lips grazing your ear as he whispers things he has no business whispering when y’all have a match in 20 minutes. And it’s never just once. Nah, Jey makes sure you feel every word until you’re warm all over, legs squeezing together. He always chuckles like he’s so proud of himself.

Parking lot?

Sami’s getting bags from the trunk, and you’re standing there minding your business. Then Jey comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. His hands slide down your sides, fingers teasing, his breath warm on your neck. “Look at you, baby girl,” he mutters, voice so low it’s barely a sound. “Look too damn good today.” You freeze, breath hitching, and he doesn’t stop. Just tilts his head to kiss your neck. “Might have to keep you in this car for a bit.”

Hotel room? Don’t even get him started.

Jey’s the type to grab you by the wrist, pull you into the bathroom mirror, and stare at you both like it’s a damn movie. His hands on your waist, lips grazing your ear, his voice sharp and low.

“Look at you, baby. Look how good you look with me.”

And it’s over.

You’re leaning into him, heart racing, and by the time Sami walks in, he’s rolling his eyes, tossing his bag down like, “You two are disgusting.”

But it’s not like Sami leaves. Nope, he watches for a second too long, cheeks pink, and you know he’s about to join you both.

AND THE THING IS...

Sami and you aren’t innocent either.

You’ve both gotten better at spotting Jey’s antics, even calling him out.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sami will say, holding up a hand like a referee calling a foul. “We just got to catering, Jey. Food first.”

You’ll chime in too, pointing a warning finger at him. “Yeah, no funny business, Uso. I’m hungry.”

But Jey? Jey will look at you both, dead in the eyes, and say something so obscene that Sami drops his fork, and you have to slap your hand over your mouth to keep from choking on laughter.

“Don’t play with me, baby,” Jey says, tongue in his cheek, eyes flicking between you and Sami. “We can eat later.”

Sami’s face goes red. “This man is a menace.”

You’re covering your face, shoulders shaking from holding in your laughter. “You’re so nasty,” you say, still giggling like it’s not true.

And Jey? Jey’s just smiling, head tilted, eyes locked on you and Sami like he’s already planning his next move.

“You love it, though.”

And he’s right. You do.

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outlanderskin · 2 months ago

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S says anything to anyone in order to personally profit. He kept you in check with innuendoes of your SC fantasy when it was clear from the beginning that there was never anything between them. CT have been together from the beginning of OL (no she and S didn't sleep together in the first 2 months or anytime after she moved to Glasgow in September). CT's relationship grew organically, dated, got engaged, married and had a child together. S hired Raya women including a paid escort to prove he's macho and looking ridiculous.

She's been living her life with family and friends attending high end event while he's been shilling his booze with a dubious business partner. Yeah, they couldn't be more different but to you she's the problem who infringes on his right to tell the word about his fake wife and unlimited boos.

Usually, there comes a time when the worst of the madness subsides and disappears even when no recognition of shipper deceit is forthcoming as in the case of many who quietly left. Not in the case of the ones still left. Not sure if I should feel sorry or scared that there are women like you walking among us.

This is a fun type of Ask to answer, so let's take it one step at a time so we don't miss any details.

"S says anything to anyone in order to personally profit. He kept you in check with innuendoes of your SC fantasy when it was clear from the beginning that there was never anything between them."

You're talking about the wrong side of the fandom. Sam's sales strategies are not aimed at shippers. Your statements make me think that you've been living under a rock for the past ten years.

CT have been together from the beginning of OL (no she and S didn't sleep together in the first 2 months or anytime after she moved to Glasgow in September)"

Don't you think it's weird to do mental calculations about someone else's sex life?

CT's relationship grew organically, dated, got engaged, married and had a child together.

Organically? If you think anything in that whole story is organic, then I feel sorry for the kind of loving relationship you must have in your life.

Another thing: every time you use the acronym CT I automatically think of computerized tomography, so please come up with another acronym for your ship.

"S hired Raya women including a paid escort to prove he's macho and looking ridiculous."

I think deep down you know that this whole circus is made exactly to be consumed by people like you who care and believe in everything. You can't deny that it worked, you just proved that you cared, in other words, you took the bait.

Well, I hope this side of Cait's life inspires you and you decide to live a normal life with family and friends, going to cool places and getting out of the basement where you live. I also think you could follow Sam's example and look for a job. The fact that you criticize him for working hard makes me think that you are the kind of person we call "allergic to work" here.

What you wrote here is very confusing. Are you okay?... And about "unlimited boos" Well, I think you wrote to the wrong blog.

Honestly, you should look for a better automatic translator. If you want some advice, I think the best thing would be an English course. And if English is your language, please go back to school urgently.

I'm sorry to inform you, but we're not going anywhere. We're here and we'll stay here. You shouldn't feel sorry or afraid of our presence in this fandom. In fact, you should feel blessed to know that there are still intelligent, resilient, and humorous people in this fandom. It's a big contrast to the side you live on.

BTW, it's because of asks like yours that we came to the following conclusion:

#fandom is for fun #thehardlifeofshippers #welcome to the shitshow

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“You knew it already, didn’t you?”

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The coming days have been…well…weird for you, you still did harbour thoughts of Zayne and MC together, crying often at times, but another new thing had occupied your mind as well…You just couldn’t get the man you saw at the auction, you couldn’t explain how but it definitely had piqued your interest, and you allowed it to infiltrate your mind…it was a pleasant distraction from your constant thoughts about Zayne and MC, after so long…

If only you remembered his name, if only your memory didn’t suck

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…“Oi why’ve you been so distracted these days? Is it about Zayne again?” “Hmm? Oh no no I’m good…” “Well if you say so…but don’t shut me out again k? I missed this…” “Of course, would never make that dumb mistake all over again…” “Well that being said, customer at the Daisies section, is nagging she can’t find a single good one, handle it with me?” “To the rescue lets!”

…“When are you planning on taking your CBC and Haemoglobin tests again?” “I will I will…” “When?? Dude you’ve already neglected your health enough, and who knows how much you’ve bled when you were at your lowest…now that you’ve been doing a bit better…at least I hope…get them, you need to check…plus I know it’s hard but he’s a busy man, he might not be available when your appointment date gets fixed…”, all you could do I nod, “Yeah you’re right…I’ll go…”

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…When you reached back home that day, your mind pondered about what Raya had said earlier, she was right, you have been planning on it for sometime too, but there was always that part that told you to stay away…It is Akso after all, and the last thing you want is seeing, them together, holding hands, talking and chatting, her giggling alongside him, going out to lunch or dinner, maybe even dessert…triggering your past memories… You thought it’d have been a better choice if they had a complete online, no-call appointment process, but they didn’t…you had to talk to Serene for that… ohohoho it was gonna be hella awkward, it’s been five months and neither have you gone there nor talked to any of them. You felt bad, too bad for doing that to Serene…especially Yvonne, you two clicked so well. As you change and freshen up, getting ready to prepare for dinner, you phone beside you, contemplating on whether to dial or not. “It’s for my health! I should just do it…cmon cmon cmon…”, you repeated to yourself…aaaand well good job you finally did. Dialling the number, you put it on speaker, while you made dinner. It wasn’t too late, around 08:45, like you usually return on Tuesdays. Hopefully they pick—

*click*

“Hello this is the reception desk of Akso Hospital, how may we help you?”

“….Yes Ma’am sure, let me check her schedule once…she has appointments all day…so could you come at around say…06:00 to 06:30 p.m.?”

“Okay sure, that works for me. Thank you…Where should I proceed with the payment?”

“….Yes Ma’am sure, let me check her schedule once…she has appointments all day…so could you come at around say…06:00 to 06:30 p.m.?”

“On that day itself. You’ve had your registrations done on your number, so all you need to do is speak to the front desk of the specific department, pay your consultation fees and wait till they call you. Standard procedures.”

“Thank you…” you want to ask but are too nervous…

“You’re welcome, is there anything else we can assist you with?”

“…How have you been?”

“…Alright, same old same old…you? We’ve been missing you, didn’t think you’d totally cut off ties…”

“I’m sorry, it just, you know…”

“Yeah I know…anyways I’d have to cut the call now, but see you on Sunday?”

“Yes yes thank you, on Sunday.”

“Oh dear I’m gonna get a looong lecture from Dr. Stryx…”

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…you eat while your mind goes back to wandering about that man you saw at the auction…what intrigued you the most were his eyes and the power they held in them…his name…you still couldn’t recall… “Something with an S? Yea yes S…but S what?”

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…Sunday evening arrives soon, time feels as if it’s passing by too fast, you dreaded today, neither did you want to go, nor get the check up…you sigh as you enter through the automatic doors of Akso, and inside…it was like any other usual day, patients, doctors and nurses here and there, stretchers, wheelchairs, the familiar smell of antiseptic, you’d grown used to at some point in your life, but now it all felt too foreign. You smile and greet Serene, as she does too, and walk to your designated place. Fingers crossed hoping you don’t run into you-know-who.

…Oof finally you were done with it, she told you to take care of yourself better and take every medicine and supplement on time, giving two new ones to start with and advised you to continue with your old ones as prescribed before. Writing about the tests to be done in your prescription. Now the question remains when should you do them and with whom…Maybe you’ll take the break on the first half on a Saturday and take Raya along…you hate needles…As you walk along the escalators to the ground floor guess who you run into!

Uh oh…

“(Name)…it’s been so long, how are you holding up?”

She really had the audacity to ask you that? After everything? She’s nice and you admire that about her, but often times she’s just too nice, and that annoys the heck out of you. Your eyes meet his for sometime as you soon move your gaze away…oh it was gonna bother you tonight…

You smile politely, “I’ve been alright thank you. If you’ll excuse me I’ll have to leave now—”

“Oh… ok alright….take care…”, as you leave without sparing them a second glance…

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Why did you have to meet them? You were finally making progress little by little, but then this happens…Yes you understand you were at the hospital where he worked…but still why why why—

You thoughts wander haywire, ‘Where were they going, to get coffee? Or maybe early dinner? Maybe to a sweet shop or bakery…he looked so calm, his gaze was so soft with her…never was the same with me…no no no I’ve had enough…I can’t not now, not when I’ve been making gradual progress…should I call Raya, she’s not offf work yet…ugh…’, as you desperately try to shove away any past memories cluttering your mind. You walk ahead and straight, setting your destination to Destiny Cafe, somewhere in the mess in your brain…

You reach the shop, hoping that they won’t be coming here…as you enter, eyes scanning the place, they weren’t there…phew... Your eyes stop their search as they fall upon a similar pair of slanty-sharp red eyes, silvery white short hair, and a tall…too too tall of a figure sitting at the table by the windows, scrolling through his phone, even though his eyes stared down at his phone, you could see the familiar strong presence emanating from within them, that was how powerful their color was. Oh it was him…it was him it was him it was him…

You get the sudden urge and curiosity to walk upto him and talk maybe introduce yourself and a word or two? Why? Again you had no answer for yourself, it was something in those eyes that drew you in…You walk in, because of course you can’t hog the doorway forever, customers enter and exit at all times…walking up to the counter you place an order for your usual Boba-drink and find a place to sit, not at your usual, but just a table behind him so that he couldn’t see you…girl you’re seeming like a creepy stalker stop…Soon you come back with your drink, have it while still contemplating. ‘Should I go or should I not go?’

Finally as I push you with my words, an invisible urge strikes inside of you, making you stand at your seat and walk over to his table…fuck your palms and feet were sweating…

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“Umm excuse me, hello…”, his eyes fleet up at you, a color of nonchalance painted all over his face. He doesn’t seem like the type to initiate a conversation, you thought, so you went ahead.

“Hi! Umm I’m so sorry if I just came here out of nowhere, I usually don’t do so promise me, and I’m so so sorry if it’s creepy, I don’t mean any of that. I really just wanted to have a small conversation with you…I umm I don’t think you remember me—well of course you don’t, there were a lot too many people there…anyways what I’m trying to get at is I guess, umm I was at the Banquet Hall of Mr. Jameson’s last to last week, I saw you there…well actually what happened was that me and my friend, we were there for a delivery service, and he told us to enjoy the night…I don’t know why I just told you that…but yes so I uhh, we were about to leave and I didn’t want to leave before I could see the one of the famous things of an Auction event, the bidding so we stayed for sometime…And there was a call, starting price 1 Million and you immediately called 5 Million, that intrigued me really, I was like wow! And then I guess our eyes met for a while, but you don’t remember probably and I really wanted to get a chance to talk to you and now I’m here rambling, I’ve probably made you all uncomfortable, I’m sorry I’m so so sorry…”, dang girl you rambled on, in one flow—almost…

He let’s out a small, husky laugh, as he waves his hand, “Okay first of all breathe…and secondly, I’m flattered to hear that I intrigued you~ To answer to another question, yes I do remember you, you were the girls who got the flower bouquets, I had my eyes around…”

“Please sit, you entered the shop thinking how to approach me and talk to me and came all the way from your table after contemplating so hard upon how to do so, I’m thoroughly impressed.” He smirked slightly, as you sat, feeling embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry if I came out a little too strong, ohhh this is embarrassing…sooo I’m (Name), it’s a pleasure to meet you officially!”, you hold out your hand.

“Skye”, he shook it… ‘that’s it just Skye? But it doesn’t bring out the tone I heard at the auction…could he be lying about his name?’

You see him text on his phone, trying to study his expressions but all you could decipher was that he was texting, you couldn’t understand the emotion beneath…maybe he was good at hiding?

“Continue.”

“Huh?”

“You said you were intrigued, you might have question flooding your mind? Maybe one like if that’s my real name, or what you heard at the auction sounded different yet you can’t recall it…or maybe how to try and read my face as I text.”, he spoke while texting

‘Damn he’s good! Fuck I feel like a fool, uhh can I divert or dodge his accusations somehow? I don’t wanna look like a creep—’

“It’s okay to be curious, you’re not a creep.”

“Are you a mind reader or something Mr. Skye?”

“Who knows.”, as he stood up, before you could even think of anything else to ask him.

“Keep your question bank to yourself for now, and when we meet again pour them out. And try to recall harder, maybe you’ll find your answer…”, he exited through the doors…

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“Woah…”

That night when you returned you paces around your room trying to recall what was that you heard at the auction…finally a pleasant distraction…

“Skylar? No…that’s like a bird’s name…ooo ooo maybe Sans! …nope nope nope…Steven? Not even close… it was like a ‘shhh’ sound…like a ‘shhhh-i…shy…’ shy? Ughhhhhh!”

You take the help of your trusty old friend, ‘the Internet’, typing ‘Rich business man names starting with the word S’…you read out most of them, some do fit, others simply ruin your mood…You search up until, 01:30 in the morning, that was when you started getting sleepy…but you didn’t want to give up just yet…your bed was a mess, food pieces here and there, pages from your notepad lying around, having scribbles on them everywhere, pen thrown across the bed in frustration, when google literally gave you a search list of eligible bachelors in your area who are businessmen…You get up to clean everything up, yawning to yourself…while you mind was still reeling over the names, seeing if their tones hit the right vibe…but none did…You soon closed your laptop, keeping it away in it’s proper place as you get to bed…

…‘Shy…Shy…Shy…shyl…it had an L for sure…shile…no no a Y…shy…’ “Shylock!”, you shout out as Raya looks over at you from the section where the Iris flowers were arranged at display, “Huh?” “Oh nothing just nothing…” “So you randomly yell out Shylock in the middle of the day and claim it’s nothing? You’re lucky it’s our break time, and no customers are here.” “Nothing nothing just something I remembered…” “About the Merchant of Venice?” “No leave it, do your job.”, as she goes back to neatly arranging them, while you go back to pondering while you eat…

“Oh btw! Oi Raya listen.” “Hmm?” “I have my CBC and Haemoglobin tests this Saturday…dude please accompany me…you know how much I fucking hate needles…” “Yeah sure I’ll be free I’ll go…”

That night a flicker of something strikes you while you were eating dinner. “Sylus! Yes! That was it! Sylus something surname, not important but yes! Now the question remains why did he hide his true name…”, you were almost done with dinner as you quickly finish up and in your bedroom you dash off to, opening your laptop to search… ‘Sylus business man’…

As you read the results gaining info about him, well the one publicly available, then there’s also some Govt. sites but you don’t open them… “He’s…one of the most feared and successful mafia leaders of the N109 Zone…head of Onichynus, richy rich rich…what’s that? Probably the name of his organisation…emmm emmm…wow…the Linkon City police are all after him, but nobody knows about his whereabouts…well I do now…makes sense why he has an alias…I’m freaking out too, I might seem calm, but I am…I talked to the guy, what if he’s planning to execute me��cuz I found out his identity…what if he’s watching me now—”, you look around your room…well duh even if he was you wouldn’t see a drone or something thing in plain sight just zooming around… “—what do I do now…do I tell the police? No no no I’ll get taken…should I tell Ray…she’ll freak out, best not to…he did say we’ll meet again, maybe he knows about my location…dammit why did I ever go upto him…!”

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…Saturday arrives. “I think I might’ve gotten a good bone bruise in my right hand…” “I’m sorry…I’ll buy you coffee as compensation…” “That’s a sweet offer but I’ll have to decline, got a call from my mum, have to go now, my nephew’s coming over so gotta take him to the park…” “oh! Well goodbye then…tell them I said hi! Text me when you reach.” “Will do!”, as she walked in the other direction, while you head towards the coffee shop, dreading each step, as you felt a ominous ring to the idea of going there…what if he’s there and he takes you away…well maybe not in broad daylight but still. Suddenly your mind reels off to Zayne, since you’ve always relied on him and his presence whenever you felt uneasy or scared or anxious, it always calmed you down, although now that you think about it, it was all out of compulsion, always has been…So you have two options to yourself, go home and cry about Zayne, orrr go to the coffee shop and meet your probable doom…

“Latter sounds better, at least the chances are highly unlikely…I mean if he’s a mafia leader, he’s probably out to do something there, whatever it maybe…”

So you head in the direction of Destiny Cafe, plus you would like to blame your Destiny for putting you in such a mess…

You were just about to enter as you see a similar figure looming over you, eyes glued to his phone, entering at the same time… ‘Uh oh…this is it…’

You watch him take his seat, where he sat earlier and you quickly avert your gaze, hoping he’d not notice you…and walked over to your usual seat—

“I’m assuming you’ve figured out.”

“…if I say anything will I be hurt?”

“That depends on your next action, which will determine the result whether you will be or won’t. It is as simple as a causal-effect relationship.”

You don’t speak any more, you’re genuinely scared…

“Come on sit, maybe we can have a deal and arrangement to see which path you lead to.”

You go obeying, sitting across him.

“Now—”, his eyes still glued to the phone, “Place your offers and I’ll see what can be done.”

“B-But I don’t have enough money on me now, only a couple hundred bucks and—”

He suddenly breaks out laughing, in that similar deep, husky voice of his…

“That was fun.”, he looks up from his phone. “Look I don’t know how to make you convinced, but I’m not going to hurt you or anything, you’re not on my radar.”

“So you do have targets!”

“Seldom, but yes. Also a bit softer please, you’ll scare the whole cafe like this…or maybe even give them the wrong context.”

“You won’t harm me right…?”

“No.”

“What if I tell the police?”

“I’ll be gone before you ever get the chance.”

“Why do you dress like some sort of frat boy street biker guy aesthetic?”

“Maybe because I do have a bike.”

“Oh…”

“…I need a Boba”

“Yes I’ll get some drinks for us…”

After sometime he brings them to your table, your usual Boba flavour that you get, and an Americano-Large for himself…

“How did you know.”

“I told you I’m keenly observant. I’m not stalking you if that’s what you think.”

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“What if you added something in my drink or poisoned them…”

“Well unless I had magical, invisible substances on me, or the barista was my subordinate, I couldn’t have done so…”

“So the barista is your subordinate?!”

He sighed, rubbing his temple, “At this point I’ll just let your imagination run wild…”

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“I’m not gonna drink it still.”

“Be my guest.”

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His earlier tone seemed to be quite believable, but you still had your doubts, he’s a criminal, he can fake emotions and tones like it’s a piece of cake.

“Ok…”

“Look listen, the last day you had ordered and I heard it.”

“You remembered it becauseeee…”

“I knew today would come.”

“Now you’re being all creepy again…”

“Ok ok I sincerely apologise, do ask me whatever you want to ask me.”

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“What business do you deal in?”

“Woah straight-forward. I’m in a successful fruit selling business, I’m a real good fruit vendor…”

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You take a sip of your drink…

“And I’m supposed to believe that? I wouldn’t even have believed that if you told it last time…”

“Well sweetheart, I can’t go on spewing my real profession now can I, you searched it yourself, the police are after me.”

“…Ok”

As you both drink in silence…it was awkward for you, maybe not for him. He takes out his phone and texts. You can’t help but ask.

“…You’re telling your henchman the time and place to take me hostage aren’t you…”

“Very creative…but as a matter of fact, I’m texting my ‘Bestie’—”

Pffft Bestie? That sounded funny in his voice.

“Is that a codeword for—”,

He let’s out a hearty chuckle and sighs…finally showing you the phone and it’s contents as well…it was a chat opened, with many messages, here and there with the username of the other person saved as, “Kitten”, huh weird? It’s funny, also kinda cringe—

“Oh…”

“I’m sorry for suspecting you but I’m still suspecting you.”

“I’m fine with that.”

…So that was how your second meet went, he was a bad guy(?) but at least he had a sense of humour.

“Isn’t it only fair that you tell me your profession too, since I told you mine.”, he spoke as he stood up from his chair, smirking.

“You know mine, you did say it last day, me and my friend came to deliver the bouquets.”

“Mhm so you’re a delivery person?”

“…I don’t want to tell you but then again you already know…I’m a florist, I work at a flower shop at—no not telling you that no no. Besides you lied about your job.”

“Well you know the truth. See you.”, he left

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It grew amusing and kind of concerning to you? As over the next few weeks, you’ve had both your third and fourth meetings as well.

Your third meeting was uncalled for too, meeting at the same place, ‘Destiny Cafe’, cuz of course, you have such great luck and Destiny. He entered while you were munching onto their star shaped rich buttery cookies, as they would just melt inside your mouth with every bite. It was such a delicate and sweet taste, making you want to gobble down more and more and more.

“Hello.”, he sat down.

Your mouth filled, you quickly, try to chew and gulp, while wiping it with a napkin.

“Easy easy there, no rush. I’m not leaving so soon”

As you finish it up and take a sip of your Boba, “Sorry, excuse me…how did you…you know what doesn’t matter. I’ll be nice to you.”

“What’s with the sudden change in attitude?”, he speaks while keeping that smirk on his face, you swore it never left…

“I just want to be.”

“Good day at work?”

“I gave a little girl a yellow rose and she hugged me.”

“Adorable.”

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“You’re always texting, is it always your best friend?”

“Mhm.”

You drum against the table a bit, not knowing what else to ask or say…

“The Lavenders were really fresh by the way, thank you.”

“I never gave you—oh! So you were one of the special guests of Mr. Jameson?”, of course he was.

“Is he a part of your organisation?”

He chuckles, “He’s a stand-alone businessman, dealing in Protocores and Aether Cores. Know what they are?”

“Yeah.”

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“…Why did you pick the name Oni-dot dot dot?”

“What?”

“You know why did you pick that specific name for your organisation?”

“I have no answer to that.”

“Ok…

………

“How as your day?”

“Alright.”

“Am I bothering?”

“Nope.”

“I wanna show you to the flower shop.”, he looks up from his phone upon hearing that, those red eyes, casting a spell of determination within yourself…

“I’ll be honoured then.”, he said with a smile.

“Maybe on our fourth meet up?”

“Sure.”, you offered him the last two of your cookies.

“Cookies?”

“Why not.”

“Aren’t they so good!”

“Mhm. You have good taste.”

“I’ll have to leave now, get up early tomorrow, we’re having new shipments arrive. When can I meet you again?”

“Thursday.”

“Works for me, I leave early on Thursdays. Soooo here at Destiny Cafe?”

“Here at Destiny Cafe.”

“Bye!”, as you leave.

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Failing to see the soft smile that you had casted upon his lips…now what might that indicate…

You were at work the next day, it was a Wednesday, it’ll be a long day and it’s going to be hectic, with the shipments coming in…yet you felt light, it was a strange sensation but it was definitely welcomed…

“Girlll!” “Yes?” “What are you daydreaming about? The things are here, cmon let’s go look to them.” “Oh yes.”

…“Is there something bothering you?” “Nope.”

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Thursday came around very quickly and heck were you excited! You were really excited, you didn’t register why but you were…but you had to keep your guard up, he’s still a dangerous man (?)…as you walk towards the cafe, it was a pleasant evening…the streets bustling with people. “Hello!”, you greet him as he stood in front of the coffee shop. He looked up from his phone into your eyes, with a sly smile, “Someone’s excited.”

“You bet I am! I don’t know why though…the fact that you could still k*dnap me remains…”

“Mhm.”

“…”

“I won’t.”, he sighs.

“…Are we getting coffee first? Let’s take those biscuits on the go! We can eat while we walk.”

“After you.”

…The both of you walk along the streets of Linkon, which were brilliantly illuminated by the street lights. It was a new moon day, so the moon wasn’t visible in the sky. As you both chew and walk along…

“Sooooooo it’s down Hashcrew Lane, which we e reached as we speak…aaaand taaadaaah! This is where I work, I love this place…”

“Cosy…”

“Yeppp and thanks, although we are planning on renovating the shop.”

“Hmm.”

“…Why do I have a feeling you already knew..”

“The bouquets also came with your shop’s business card.”

“Ahh I should’ve figured it out. That one’s on me…why didn’t you tell me earlier though?”

“I wanted you to trust me…besides you are always too paranoid.”, he says with a slight chuckle, eating the last of the cookies.

You felt a smile creep up to your face as well…

On the way back, he nudges you slightly, “So you finally trust me now, don’t you?”

…….

“Yes? No? …Maybe so?”.

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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 10 months ago

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I know your probably not going to see this since you have so many asks but I’m going to try anyway

Could you do relationship headcanons with the Elden ring girls?

(Whatever ones is up to you since I want to see which ones you will pick)

Oh ye of little Faith Anon!

Also, I decided to go the angst route for Marika and Melina so fair warning for that.

Now, since you gave me free rein to choose… My Wish Is My Command!

Malenia was not much of a talker.

She liked her alone time.

That said, she did like listening to others talk on occasion.

She especially liked listening to people talking about normal, everyday life.

It was a guilty pleasure of hers.

To hear about the simple things.

Hugging those they care for close.

Kissing the ones they love.

All the things she rarely ever felt.

But then, one day, she met you.

It was a complete accident, something that, if she had stepped on a different piece of the cobble path, never would’ve happened.

While she was walking the path, her head in the clouds, she caught her still flesh and bone foot on a broken piece of stone.

She, of course, was able to return herself to being upright near instantly.

Though… not without accidentally smacking you in the nose with her prosthetic.

Her unalloyed golden metal prosthetic.

Needless to say, you were bleeding.

Badly.

And Malenia, for all her grace and strength on the battlefield, was absolutely horrible when it came to people.

So, Malenia being the expert in Diplomacy she is, grabbed you by the back of your collar, and dragged you off without a word, nose still absolutely pouring blood.

And that is how you got here.

Sitting on a chair in THE Malenia’s room, pieces of cotton stuck up your nose as the red headed woman paced the room, not saying a single word.

This was an absolutely surreal experience.

An actual Demi-God, someone who could cut down an army with ease, had just accidentally wacked you in the face, dragged you into her room, and was pacing the floor like she had just committed some grand, unforgivable crime.

It was just a bloody nose, not even broken.

She looked like she was about to collapse from stress.

You were pretty sure she was about to wear a hole into the ground with how fast she was pacing.

“U-uh Lady Malenia?” you tentatively asked.

The red head went rigid and turned to you in a manner more akin to an automaton from the Academy Of Raya Lucaria than a humanoid creature.

“I am Malenia, Blade Of Miquella.” Malenia declared without room for response or retort, leaving the room in complete and utter silence as you looked directly into the helm she wore.

It was now that a knock on the door rang through the room, and a wave of relief ran through both parties.

“Malenia! I heard you dragged someone into your room! Did you get a Consort and not tell your favorite sibling!?” a joyous and booming voice cried through the door.

“Consort? Me?” you muttered in confusion.

“Miquella is my favorite sibling.” Malenia stated bluntly, seemingly causing a physical impact to the person on the other side.

“Then your biggest Sibling!” the voice declared joyously.

“Radahn is my biggest sibling.” Malenia stated in the same tone of voice, causing direct harm to the speaker.

“I am going to smite you with lightning.” the voice declared in an oddly happy voice despite the very real threat.

“You can try, Godwyn. I will simply cut the lightning.” Malenia declared.

The door was promptly thrown open and the giant blonde man in the doorway shouted.

“YOU CAN’T CUT LIGHTNING!!!”

“Has anyone tried it before?” Malenia asked.

“No-” Godwyn began before getting cut off.

“Then I shall be the first, and I shall succeed.” Maleina declared in her eternally even tone of voice.

Godwyn moved to advise against this ill fated endeavor but then, he noticed the guest in the room.

He looked at you for a few moments, perplexed, before walking over to Malenia and dragging her out of the room by her ear.

A few moments later, a young Blonde poked his head into the room.

“Excuse me, but have you seen my sister Malenia?” the blonde asked.

“Uhm… you just missed her. Lord Godwyn dragged her off somewhere.” you responded.

“Hmm… I see. Thank you.” the blonde muttered before walking off.

Then, you heard the stomping of running feet and the blonde shot into the room, shouting.

“WHO IN THE ERDTREE ARE YOU!?”

This was how you met the children of Queen Marika The Eternal.

The Demi-Gods that are feared and respected by all.

Malenia, The Blade Of Miquella, a woman of impossible strength, grace, and to you, beauty. She was also pathetically inept when it came to social interaction.

Godwyn The Golden, a man of immense power and lauded as one of the greatest diplomats in history. He had a habit of saying terrifying things with a happy voice and a smile.

Miquella The Unalloyed, a being of unparalleled intelligence and magical power. He tended to have his head stuck in the clouds.

It was such an odd thing to see.

Especially considering your new job that you received as an apology for Maleina accidentally striking you.

You were now the official “Cultural Examiner”.

Also known as, the person who Malenia pays to hear talk about the day to day life of those who lived normal lives.

If there is one thing Marika needs in her life, it is a singular fixed point, an unmoving and unbreaking rock in a rough sea.

That was all she asked you to be, and the only thing she would ever request of you.

To be someone to lean on when she needed it.

She wasn’t supposed to catch feelings for you.

She wasn’t supposed to spend her nights thinking about you.

She wasn’t supposed to start to see you as more than an advisor.

But, she did.

And for years, she suffered for it.

She said she would only ever ask one thing of you, and that is an oath she intended to keep.

No matter how much she wished to ask you what you thought of her as only you had ever truly seen.

A person.

No matter how much she wished to ask you who if anyone you liked.

She occasionally caught herself thinking of you telling her that she was the one you liked.

She wanted to ask you if she was a fool for acting like a young love sick maiden in her private moments.

She knew she was.

But… she still liked to have her dreams.

Even if the nightmares were far more numerous.

Still, even if you felt the same feelings for her… could she even reciprocate them?

The blood on her hands… Her chains to the Golden Order… Her own innumerable sins… she couldn’t force that on you.

And yet… the want to simply sit with you and mumble and grumble about whatever minor inconveniences came to mind overpowered her again and again and again.

She knew she needed to stop on the off chance you reciprocate her feelings since she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from saying yes.

But she couldn’t.

And that was the only thing related to you she didn’t know how to feel about.

Melina The Kindling Maiden

Melina was born to burn.

She knew that from the moment she could comprehend the world.

Her existence was to find a Tarnished without a maiden, serve that role, and then when they reached the mountaintops, use herself as the match to burn the Erdtree.

Not once had this ever bothered her.

But now, as she stood on the edge of the forge with you, her Tarnished, on the ground behind her…

She wished she had a little bit more time with you.

To watch the person who charmed her with their strange antics and many eccentricities.

To eat Prawn with you and Boggart.

To sit by a grace and wait out the rain.

To spend the night under the stars.

To simply spend the day as the two of you always did.

But… Now that was but a sweet dream.

There was only one thing to do before she burned.

She knew better than to turn and face you.

But, that did nothing to stop the tears pricking at her eyes.

“Torrent, please, I beg of thee. Watch over My Tarnished as best you can.”

“Beloved Ranni, you know all someone would have to do to ruin that oh so perfect persona you have cultivated is to knock your books out from under you.” You told the witch with a cheshire grin.

“I have no idea what you mean, I have no mask to wea- FATHERS BALLSACK!!!” Ranni squealed as a single book was removed from the stack, sending her tumbling right into your arms.

“There she is! Ranni, the one whose mouth your mother had to wash out with soap more than anyone can ever hope to count.” you told the doll-like woman with a teasing grin as you twirled around with her.

“Wh- You son of a-” Ranni began to say, preparing to go on a tirade before stopping.

That was exactly what you wanted out of her.

For her to prove your point.

Instead-

“Ack! Cold! Cold!” you began to cry as Ranni wrapped her arms around you.

Ranni was never the type to be above pettily pranking someone.

Especially not you.

After all, if you were to be her Consort you had to know what you were getting into.

#malenia #malenia blade of miquella #malenia x reader #queen marika #queen marika the eternal #queen marika x reader #marika x reader #melina #melina the kindling maiden #melina x reader #ranni the witch #lunar princess ranni #ranni x reader

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starogeorgina · 4 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬

Pairing: Criston Cole x reader

Warnings: Swearing, oral sex

1.07

You giggle as Raya reminisces about the time she and another handmaid walked in on a newly married lord and lady from a visiting house having sex in the gardens of Winterfell. You were more surprised that everything was working while being outside in the freezing snow . It was only of interest to the ladies because of how handsome the Lord was, but the scandal quickly became old news.

If that had taken place in the gardens of the keep, it would still be spoken about daily years later.

As you whispered to each other in hushed tones while Raya finished braiding your hair, the sound of shifting armour from across the room caught your ear.

“Is something wrong, princess?”

“No…no, no, of course not. I just hadn’t realised the Kingsguard was changing so early.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you realised that Ser Criston was on the other side of the door. You had yet to speak to him since returning to keep the night before. What you did… you didn’t regret it but were afraid he would. Your stomach is in knots, but you smile politely at the rest of her story, knowing you’ll need to speak with him shortly.

A few moments of silence pass before Raya finishes. Clearing your throat nervously, you stand up and start to smooth out your dress when there’s a knock at the door.

“Come.”

The door opens and Criston enters the room, his facial expression completely neutral. He bows his head, “Ser Gwayne, princess.”

Your lips part when the knight steps to the side, letting your husband walk into the room. You lock eyes with Criston’s, and it’s like looking into pools of darkness; a brief flash of irritation appears on his face as he leaves to resume his post outside. Raya excuses herself and pretends to fluff up pillows, but you know she’s listening in.

“I’m glad I caught you before you went dragon riding,” Gwayne says. “I was wondering if you’d join me for a walk in the gardens?”

A lump forms in your throat as you force a smile, “Yes, of course.”

Clicking your tongue, Storm grumbles, jumps down off the chair, and comes behind you. You clap behind his ear before moving towards the door.

Gwayne looks surprised. “You’re bringing the pup?”

“Direwolf,” you correct. “But yes, it’s not good for a wolf to be cooped up inside all day.”

“Much similar to a dragon then.”

—

You try not to sigh or roll your eyes while sitting down next to the shaded fountain in the garden, even though Gwayne was walking with his wife, a princess; it didn’t stop him from eye-fucking with other ladies at court.

It was embarrassing.

“I suppose the young princess won’t want to travel back home without her wolf,” Gwayne says, looking at Storm, who was now lying beneath a tree.

“Not that I’m complaining, but why the sudden invite to join you?”

The redhead shakes his head, chuckling. “I do admire how frank you are, princess. I simply wished to speak with you and thought, why not outside?”

“Oh.”

You skim your finger over the water, watching the colourful fish swimming. Stubbornness was a trait of a Targaryen, but you refuse to speak first when the other person is treating you like a fool. Gwayne had invited you to the gardens to put on a show.

After a few moments of silence, Gwayne clears his throat and, almost in a whisper, asks, “Did you think any more of what I suggested? Taking a lo—”

“Stop,” you hiss, glancing around to make sure nobody else was nearby, aside from your sword shield, who was standing with his back towards the fountain. “I know you weren’t a man marked with jealousy, but you mustn’t say that out loud. Saying such things in public is how rumours are spread.”

Taken aback, Gwayne looks genuinely remorseful. “Sorry, I wasn’t—“ he sighs. “I have been feeling the pressure from both my father and sister; every other day they are asking when I will be a father. It’s exhausting. I missed my family while I lived in OldTown but now it’s clear I took privacy for granted.”

Squeezing his hand, “You’ll learn to drown the noise out.”

“But did you think about it?”

“I have… I haven’t reached a decision yet.”

You felt bad for lying, but Gwayne was a Hightower, and it was still unclear how trustworthy he was even though it was his idea.

“There was something else I wanted to ask you,” he licks at his lips. “I know you have plans of returning to Winterfell, but the queen has informed me they are having a feast for Prince Daeron’s name-day, and all of House Hightower will be attending, and without you by my side, I will be bombarded with questions. It’s selfish, I know.”

Daeron wasn’t much older than Jacaerys, and you didn’t doubt how elaborate your brother's name-day would be to compensate for the attention the king would give his grandson soon after. You didn’t think it was possible for a handsome lord to be so unhappy at court, but now his usual mask of calmness was slipping.

“We will stay and go north afterwards.”

“Thank you.”

—

It doesn’t take the knight king to approach you in the gardens after Gwayne leaves.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you try to control your breathing. It was hard trying to focus on anything else with the memory of Criston's lips pressing against your own fresh in your mind.

His hands gripping tightly onto your thighs as he presses your back against the tree…

“Princess.”

“Ser Criston,” you swallow thickly. “Did you overhear?”

He nods. In a low voice he says, “I meant what I said, princess; my sword and shield are yours.”

“Nobody could ever know,” you whisper to yourself more than him. “Whatever we have, it will forever be hidden in the shadows of the castle.”

“I know.”

“You’ll need to watch another man claim a babe that you fathered.”

“Having the smallest parts of you will be enough,” he says softly.

Taking a deep breath, your eyes gloss over. You wanted to be a good wife and mother and do your duty, and because of the knight, it would be possible. You just hoped after having the smallest parts of Criston, you don’t become greedy and want more.

You throw your head back as Criston’s warm tongue laps between your sensitive folds; you feel a rush of pleasure coursing through your body and tightening in your stomach. Clutching at the soft linens, you bite down on your bottom lip, careful not to make a loud noise. Your hips begin to buck upward involuntarily, meeting his skilled tongue.

Just as your orgasm approaches, a sudden, sharp knock on the door pulls you apart from each other. Someone attempts to open the door, but it doesn’t budge.

Thank the gods Criston locked it.

“It’s Raya, princess.”

“Just a moment!”

“I’m just making sure you are feeling well since you haven’t been breaking fast at your usual times.” Raya wasn’t one to spontaneously appear; she never breaks from her routine unless asked to, which leads you to believe something else is going on. The knocking continues, more urgently this time. “Her grace is quite persistent that she sees for herself that you are feeling well.”

Alicent.

Panic flickers across Criston’s face, mirroring your own. He stares up at you and silently mouths, “What do we do?”

You share a look, both knowing the consequences of getting caught. Your heart races. Rushing to your feet, you sway slightly, getting a head rush from the sudden movement. You lift the frilly bed skirt and hold it up so Criston can crawl underneath it. Thankfully he wasn’t undressed yet, which meant he had no clothes discarded across the room. The knight had been using a door that was hidden by furniture to come in and out of your room, but there was no time.

Clearing your throat, you fix your nightgown and put on a robe and go to unlock the door. “Your grace, forgive me for taking so long—”

Alicent walks straight into your chambers, her eyes immediately landing on your unmade bed. Raya mouths sorry then leaves. You silently debated whether you should close the door or not with Alicent’s sworn shield and another knight from the king's guard posted outside the room.

“Are you ill, stepdaughter?” She asks in a sickly sweet tone.

“No, your grace, I just haven’t been sleeping well.”

Alicent scrunches her nose up. “The king did mention that Meera was still sharing a room with you most nights. What does your husband think about that?”

“As Ser Gwayne doesn’t visit my chambers during the night, I imagine he cares very little about it.”

“Hmm,” she gives you a sarcastic smile. “I will admit I was hoping you were having symptoms of morning sickness.”

“Well, as you can see, I’m just sleep deprived.”

“Yes, perhaps a bath might help you not look so stressed. As the king’s daughter, it is important that you look presentable during such a celebrated occasion.”

You bite down on your tongue; her bitterness towards you was blatantly obvious. Part of you did pity Alicent since Daeron’s name day was on the morrow and your father didn’t seem interested. “Of course, your grace.”

As soon as she leaves, you close the door and wait a few beats before locking it.

While chewing on your lower lip, you go back towards your bed; before you reach it, Criston sneaks up behind you and plants a kiss on your cheek.

Your mind goes into overdrive with the fear of not being able to do your duty. As if he can tell what you’re thinking. Criston places his hand over his stomach. “It’s only been three weeks; give it time.”

“I know,” your noses brush together as you turn to face him. “Unfortunately, I think it’s best that you go. She could come back.”

Criston nods and backs away from you slowly; the feeling of his hand holding yours still lingers long after he’s let go. Minutes later you are left standing alone in your chambers processing how close you just were to being caught.

—

Holding his head in his hands, Criston inhales and exhales deeply. In the privacy of his own room, he sits completely nude, trying to cool down, but his efforts are in vain since sweat still trickles down his brow. His body was coated in sweat by the time he returned to the White Sword Tower.

The Targaryen princess's beauty could be to blame, but whatever the reason, Criston was completely infatuated with her.

Even now, after almost being caught by the queen, he still felt a yearning for her. It was sickening; Criston was so ashamed of breaking his vows. The moment he heard Alicent’s voice, he began to tremble like a scared child, but one glance at the princess's teary eyes and the knight knew he needed to hold himself together. So he tried his best not to seem so fazed while being terrified on the inside.

If anyone discovers their secret, the knight's head would be taken, and he would bring disgrace to his family’s name… yet, he knew he’d risk again and again for the princess.

#house of the dragon #ser criston cole x you #ser criston cole smut #criston cole x you #criston cole x reader #ser criston cole x reader #criston cole #ser criston cole/reader #criston cole fanfic #criston cole smut #criston cole/reader #ser criston cole #the blood between us #the blood between us 1.06 #house of the dragon fanfiction

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sgiandubh · 2 months ago

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Don’t forget Sam’s updated Raya profile which a certain blog has reportedly been in possession of since January and only now posted , and of course its definitely not faked 🙄

Dear Not Faked Anon,

Oh, that Certain Blog. Well then, I shall say only this: the attempt at Android Humor probably failed, the author sounding almost manic, by the end of her long Buttercup Rant. Must have hit a nerve or something.

Yes, I can not only boogie. I can also read: a 'Peaker curated list'. That being said, the speed of the rebuke procured me some great and unexpected amusement: they took the bait and escalated, which is exactly what I wanted to see happening.

Because it is well-known: posts and stories like the Proud Mary one, which prompted Marple to immediately go ballistic, can never be arranged, released when suitable, etc. Of course not - what were we thinking?

Nice try, Mevrouw, but MPC made it clear enough in their dedicated post: it invites the Peakers to add their own choice of music to a playlist originated by the tagged Coach - why tagging only S, anyways? They could have tagged any other coach, all of them or none of them. Also, I thought you peddled for ever the theory of S being all over his own, SS and MPC's socials, all the time, all by himself?

Oh. And now you seem to suggest he's got nothing to do with it. Blimey. That's sudden.

And Raya is all about Real Life, not some cheaply curated (see what I just did, here?) masquerade for the hungry and bored Onlies sect, the Mummies, the Fuckwits and the Casuals. Yup. It's well known. And that 'end of January' orange (?) nail polish is horrible:

But hey, we know you don't stalk him, right?

Right?

A wee reminder for you, Marple. On February 1st, you were writing this, when his nephew visited him in NY, all the while carefully leaving all the other narrative options somewhat open - you never know when it might come in handy, after all:

[moralizing bla-bla follows...]

Color me confused: which one is it, then? 'fun and quality time without any drama' or what you are now sharing with the fandom - in other words, 'fuckation', I believe you call it?

C's sighting in Williamsburg, albeit no pic was offered, must still hit a nerve with you, right?

However, my question for you, Anon is: why do we even care? Let them troll to their (cold, black) heart's content, because they exist only if and when you allow them on your page. Not something I plan to do very often, in the future. I have seen it all. I am done with these people.

#anon #fandom #shitshow #trolls

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rtv-puzzlevision-studios · 16 days ago

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☆ THE RTV!PUZZLEVISION TOUR [Part 3]

Note: I didn’t want to push the post back again, so you’re getting it the next part now, and I will add more drawings later!

Participants actions:

Becky

Nicknack

Lucas

The Scammer

Marie

Creature

Lilith

Grinnames

Messy

Lari

Rayas

Nira

Nia

Harley

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A few minutes before the vote…

The purple meme guardian figured to stay in the main hall for now, leaning against one of the pillars of a nearby door.

Waiting for questions, so he could distract himself.

Most for now were going to Meggy, probably because he didn’t look to be in a too good mood and while he appreciated that the people seemed to respect that, he also really hoped for a distraction right now.

It didn’t take long until one arrived.

The asker was a black haired girl with black and red horns and long red ribbons that were wrapped around her torso.

What SMG3 focused on more were the sharp toothed grin and swirly eyes however.

A pretty sick look, he approved of everything except the fact she wore no shoes.

Who did that?

“Question! For all of you! Why did y’all start working here? I was wondering because well… as cool as working for Mr. Puzzles is, it seemed surprising to me that all of you just got up and began working in a film department all of the sudden! So… what made you want to work here? Why the change?”, she now voiced her question.

Ah, what a question to start off.

“Well, Mr Puzzles first made us the offer after, uhm, the whole incident with the old home.”, Meggy awkwardly began. “Back then SMG4 rejected it on behalf of us, but we eventually agreed to star in a few movies anyway, you know for trial, before….well…”

“E-either way!”, Tari now cut in, awkwardly rubbing her neck with her one remaining hand. “After the whole incident with SMG4…we kind of needed to take our mind off the whole thing. Find something new. So, Mr. Puzzles offered that we could work for him instead! Surprisingly enough our movie somehow still was successful besides all…well-”

“Besides 4 losing his marbles and nearly killing Mario.”, SMG3 added dryly, before noticing the eyes on him and clearing his throat. Damn it. “Sorry.”

Yep, maybe answering questions wasn’t a good idea after all.

“I will, uh, check on Eggdog.”, he quickly excused himself, escaping the look of very that had once again settled in the eyes of his friends.

God, he was starting to get sick of it.

Having escaped that awkward conversation, he took a deep breath, before starting to walk through the hall without any real destination.

That was until he noticed a girl with a fox-like appearance and striped vest step a bit too close to the staircase to his liking.

She better not think about going up after he just told everyone the room was off limits!

Now changing course over there, he made himself known by clearing his throat, before noticing the plushies on the floor and picking them up for her.

Right, they handed those out at the Art Department, right?

��I apologize…”, the girl now started rambling. “I came to pick up my plushie... um... Animsay came and... I got spooked badly... I wasn't going up the stairs. I would never go against the rules you set. Oh... and Hi.”

Of course it was Animsay, that one was nothing but trouble.

He was about to reply as the muffled whine of Eggdog could be heard from upstairs.

SMG3 sighed internally.

Sorry buddy, but those were too many people for you and Mr Puzzles doesn’t like you either.

SMG3 still remembered the last time Eggdog growled at the tall TV head for the entirety of their meeting.

“Is there... a dog up there?", the girl now casually asked, the previous nervousness replaced by curiosity.

"...Yes. But, I cannot bring him out. And if you are curious, I already fed him before you guys came. And, again, not going up the stairs.", he quickly responded before she could get any ideas.

Fans could be like that after all.

"Alright.", she answered politely to his surprise. That easy?

SMG3 now handed her the Mr Puzzles plushie back.

Okay, maybe he was being way too uptight here.

Relax, SMG3, relax.

“Hey SMG3?”

He turned around to come face to face with the ribbon girl from before.

Come to think of it, he should probably apologize for leaving like that just now-

“I just wanted to let you know that you’re the reason I came to the tour. I just loved watching you be yourself, so confidently and unafraid!”

Oh.

Well, this was another pleasant surprise.

Especially given he, uh, wasn’t exactly at his best today.

“You inspire me, man!”, the other now continued, bowing her head. “ I wouldn’t have started watching the show without you!”

Show?

Ah, she probably meant one of the many they starred in lately.

“Thank you, heh.”, he now meant, actually managing a somewhat proud grin. “Always happy to cast inspiration into the world.”

"Anyways! I hope you and the crew don't mind a special surprise in the fridge later!”

SMG3’s grin got a confused edge. “In the fridge? Wha-”

Aaaaand she was gone.

Well, he guessed he would have to find out later.

Mood slightly lifted, he figured he could return to answering some questions.

Maybe even show off some old props, add more to the tour day and all that.

He also noticed that brown haired girl with glasses and blue-eyes watch him before, so maybe she had questions.

Turns out, someone had other plans because in the next second Boopkins joined him out of the guest room.

“Three! You should totally join us in watching some anime! It’s really fun!”

The meme guardian visibly grimaced because he was well aware that his and Boopkins taste in shows was VERY different.

Still, it wasn’t like had anything better to do right now…

“Ugh, fine.”, he agreed, to which Boopkins replied with a “Hurray”, grabbed his hand (cmon man, he had an image to keep!) and dragged him over to the guest room.

In it were a few other participants including a girl with cat ears and pink eyes and the girl with the striped vest and fox features from before.

"...Fine, what are we watching?", he now grumbled to Boopkins who happily walked over to the seats.

"We are watching a Pokemon short! It's pretty good.", the fish replied, now waving to the fox girl. "And she picked just the right one that is an old classic."

SMG3 looked over to he at that, raising an eyebrow.

The other simply nervously evaded eye contact.

A shy one, he figured.

“Decent choice", SMG3 now commented, relieved that not one of those weird romance flicks had been chosen.

Not that he minded romance per say, but Boopkins had a peculiar taste that he found horrendous.

Guess he could stay here for a while and enjoy some good old pokemon.

☆

A few minutes later the results were in.

“ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP! WE ARE GOING TO THE SOCIAL MEDIA DEPARTMENT NEXT!”, RTV announced, before turning to Swag, Lucian and Chris. “Do me a favor and get the rest of the participants if they aren’t here ALREADY. We don’t need some getting left behind.”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Ugh, you take the guest room, Chris, I don’t wanna deal with all those otakus-”

“I literally saw you watching anime this weekend-”

“Nu-uh.”

“I did.”

“You did not. Anyway, I can’t hear, you bye-”

“Swag, I swear to-”

BAM!

Chris turned around with a slightly embarrassed smile as Swag slammed the kitchen door in his face, before pointing towards the guest room.

“I, uh, will be on my way.”

With that he quickly walked away to gather the rest of the participants.

“I’m honestly surprised they haven’t blown anything up yet…”, SMG3 muttered to Lucian who let out a loud sigh.

“Don’t jinx it. I had to confiscate a rocket launcher last week.”, he meant, before patting the man’s back and moving out to the gaming room. “Hang in there, man.”

“Always…”, SMG3 muttered back, before stretching and looking up to RTV who seemed to be thinking about something.

Whatever it was, it couldn’t be too good as his expression was turned into a scowl.

SMG3 followed his gaze and saw it land on the head of the Social Media Department.

Why she was even here, he had asked himself the second she walked in.

Where had she been all this time anyway?

He heard something about a vacation, but this was a bit of a spontaneous return, no?

Honestly, given the boss and her seemed to have a disagreement in opinion (and she rarely did her work), he thought she either quit or was fired.

Shrugging to himself SMG3 turned his attention away from Animsay and now spun back around to RTV.

“Uhm, I will go check on the storage area since nobody seems to be looking there…?”

The TV head took a second to register that Three was talking to him, before his smile was suddenly back as he looked down at the meme guardian.

“Sure, you do THAT!”

“Alright…”, SMG3 mumbled, before strolling in the direction of the door.

“Oh, and Three?”

He halted, looking back.

RTV had his head slightly tilted, giving SMG3 that knowing look that he knew all too well by now.

“If you would LIKE we can talk later.”

Ah great, he probably saw how rudely he had dismissed the kid earlier on.

“Yeah….yeah, I will think about it.”

With that SMG3 quickly continued his way to the storage.

It wasn’t like he didn’t appreciate the offer to talk, really, it was nice to be offered to talk about your problems.

Especially when your friend group hadn’t been what it was before and the people you were closest to were gone.

However, recently things have gotten even worse.

Stress, Fights and the slow but sure dread of starting to doubt his own memories.

At times past events just seemed foggy and every time he tried to look past it, a headache immediately followed.

Was it amnesia?

Is this how Alzheimer started?

He had no idea, but he had been through these one-on one talks with Puzzles before and while they sometimes helped, he felt like this was something he would have to start dealing by himself.

It was also not lost on him that his headaches often appeared after his “therapy” with Puzzles.

So until he figured out what was happening, he would kindly reject the offer.

Maybe he would ask the head of the Health Department later vaguely about issues with memory.

However, as he scanned the area for the white squirrel that was part of said department, he could not find her.

Later then.

SMG3 reached out for the door handle, before having to sidestep before he was able to be hit by the door that opened in the next second.

“Hey-”

The person coming out wearing a long hoodie and jeans, halted briefly, the cap with the Puzzlevision logo hiding their eyes, the rest of their face features being hidden by a black mask.

“...sorry.”, they muttered after freezing for a split second, before quickly moving past Three.

Three gave them a perplexed look, before opening the door back up for him to step in.

For some reason the voice sounded awfully familiar…

He sighed.

Probably a fan he met before or something…

The storage area was dimly lit, old props and furniture collecting dust on the shelves and in corners.

For now, it seemed like everyone had cleared out of here already.

Not much to do after all.

Letting himself flop on a nearby box, SMG3 grabbed a framed picture from next to him, brushing off the dirt and dust with his sleeve.

The smiling faces of the old SMG4 crew looked back at him.

To think there was a time where he disliked them all.

Right now, he was just really missing the old times.

The times where he would fight with them over the most stupid stuff for entertainment only, the times where they teased each other without feeling like walking on eggshells, where Saiko and Bob still talked to him and when Mario and SMG4 were still there. Before SMG4 lost it.

In hindsight he should have seen the signs.

It was him who went through similar struggles, he was the one helping SMG4 out of that perfection mania and yet he failed to see that SMG4 never got better.

Why else would he do this to Mario?

To his friends?

If Puzzles wouldn’t have been there…

…

…now with all these questions being asked…when exactly did they first meet Mr. Puzzles? It was right after they lost their old castle, right?

So why did it feel so-

SMG3 hissed at the sudden stinging in his head, massaging his temple with one gloved hand.

Alright, enough of this.

He didn’t need another headache today.

This whole thing was one already.

Putting the picture to the side, he stood back up before making his way over to an old mirror, giving his reflection a critical look.

Man, he looked like shit.

And here he tried to at least look presentable.

Hah, he must have looked like a roach next to Mr. Puzzles.

Trying to somewhat sort his dark hair by brushing through it with his fingers, he suddenly spotted something that made him frown.

The trapdoor in the far corner of the room was left open.

It never was supposed to be, Security made enough of a fuss about it.

Walking over to it, SMG3 closed it with a quick shove, before pushing a narby box over it.

Problem solved.

He would scold Boopkins later for it, the guy always forgot to close stuff.

Hands in his pockets he now walked back out, watching how everyone started to huddle up in the group again.

He now briefly noticed that Rayas wasn’t there, probably having gone to somehow take that drawing off her vest.

From all participants, she had probably been the most chill to speak to.

Though, he also couldn’t put the dish from Grim- Grinnames (?) aside, that one was hella good too.

Whatever it was.

In hindsight, he probably should have asked.

But yolo, right?

No risk, no fun.

While his mood has slightly taken another drop down, he still noticed how much at ease the gang was right now.

Tari seemed more cheerful, Meggy seemed more content and Boopkins, well, was still as happy as always.

It felt good, seeing them like this…

He just wish he could be the reason for them to be like this.

☆

Back in the main hall, Animsay meanwhile had taken a seat at the railing of the stairs, kind of just waiting for the voting to end.

When the result was announced, she made a triumphant gesture which quickly was hidden by an innocent wave in RTV’s direction who was glaring at her.

Too bad, too sad, they were going to her department after all.

Jumping down the railing, she now watched how the people started to gather.

Her gaze briefly fell upon the blonde scammed who he seemed to hide something beneath the stairs.

Who knew what she was doing, Ani sadly didn’t despite knowing what was written down right at this moment.

Some viewers liked to keep it interesting, she could respect that.

Walking past the blonde woman, she gave Marie who just returned from her talk with Meggy and Tari a wave, before jumping over Creature who was still watching the stars with amazement in their one eye.

How long had it been for Ani since she last watched the stars?

Hm, not too long.

Way too long for me.

Yeah, well, your point of view didn’t matter right now.

Humming the smaller TV head walked in the direction of the bathroom, giving Becky a peace sign as she passed her, noting that she looked quite better than a few minutes before. As Ani passed Lilith, she briefly gave the sketch a look.

Man, was she motivated to draw right now, but duty came first.

“Looking good!”, she commented, her screen giving a long smile, before she finally moved on to her actual destination.

“Knock, knock!”, she called, while actually knocking against the bathroom door.

When Nicknack heard Ani's familiar voice she almost choked, triggering a coughing fit, but she quickly covered it up with a harsh groan.

She took her head out of her hands and looked over to the shut door, now speaking more groggy and pissed to cover up her emotions.

But we know better, don’t we dear readers?

"WHAT the hell do you want, Ani?”, Nicknack’s voice sounded through the door.

“Well, I kinda wanted to see how you’re doing and this sounds like your average mood which means you’re super duper depressed.”, Ani smoothly replied leaning next to the door. “Anyway, the tour is continuing!”

Smiley face.

Nicknack remained quiet for a second, the Ani could hear her starting to shuffle around.

The sound of her getting up.

Ani never really understood why she didn’t just refuse to do what RTV wanted of her.

What’s the worst he could do?

Fire her?

He ruined her eye.

Yeah, okay, but it could have been worse plus he wouldn’t pull that in front of all these participants.

Personally, Ani was quite happy when Nicknack finally stepped outside now, looking grumpy as ever. She liked her, she was very entertaining with all her misery.

Angst always was good stuff.

Who she didn’t expect though was the small white squirrel following her out.

Nira of the Health Department, another last minute one she now remembered, silly her.

“Heyaa!”, Ani greeted the smaller head, a grin plastered on her screen as usual.

“Let’s get this over with….”, Nicknack sighed, to which Ani gave two thumbs up, before skipping over to the main group.

“Thaaaanks for that, Lucian!”, she grinned, taking the latte which the head of security had been handed previously handed by Rayas, before stuffing it in Nicknack’s hands.

Rayas was right, the girl needed it alright.

“...you’re welcome…”, Lucian grumbled, following them back to the group.

Time to get back to the main event!

☆

Most of the people had gathered back by now, getting ready to move to the next department.

Lucian now took his position at the end of the group, waiting for RTV to take the lead again.

Absent-mindedly, he noted how another person with a cap had now joined the people walking more towards the end of the group.

Hm…

Did he see him before…?

Motion from his side, made Lucian turn his attention towards another masked participant now coming towards him.

There was something slightly eerie about the many eye holes the participant’s possessed and the general way she carried herself so Lucian couldn’t help but slightly tense as she came closer.

“Relax partner, I’m not here to do anything bad…At least not to you or your fellow pals."

How…very calming.

Still, he noted how she wasn’t nodding in RTV’s direction at that.

Another one who had a quarrel with the boss it seemed.

Well, who was he to blame?

"And what do you want?", he asked, before scolding himself lightly to come off this harsh.

She hadn’t even done anything.

“I just wanted to give you this…”, the other replied, before handing him a piece of

[Oh?]

When Lucian took it and unfolded it, he slightly froze at the drawing of him and Colores.

Happy, without a Puzzlevision uniform.

Something that could have been.

He felt his heart ache.

"Let’s be honest…You and her don’t get nearly as much credit as you both should. I mean- if it weren’t for you two, I’m pretty sure RTV would have taken more punches in the face than can be counted on fingers, or he would’ve gone insane from managing all the fan-related stuff, haha!"

Lucian was only partially listening, most of his attention still focused on the drawing.

Why he wasn’t this appreciative of art before, he didn’t know.

Right now this piece of art was the only thing showing him what a better world could be like.

"...Hey bud...I hope everything works out for you and your sister, and you don’t have to keep the drawing if you don’t want to! I just thought it’d be nice to give you both a bit of recognition- without, ya know...Having to deal only with the "you-know-who" fans.", the girl now continued, before punching his shoulder lightly.

He finally managed to snap out of his trance at that.

“Alright, enough of my yapping…Take care, and thanks for your time.", she now added before making a sudden turn around, quickly disappearing in the crowd, while Lucian still was fighting with his words.

“Thanks…”, he now spoke to air, before looking back at the drawing, one thumb gently stroking over it.

This.

This was what he was enduring this for.

With a swift motion, he then carefully folded it in half, before putting it in a side pocket of his utility belt before anyone could give him weird looks.

He really had needed a reminder for what he was still working for.

☆

RTV in the meantime had waited until everyone was gathered before taking the lead again.

“Well, if you’ve said your GOODBYES then we can get moving again!”, he spoke, before leaning down to Lucian. “Do what I TELL you for once and keep an eye on her.”

He nodded in Ani’s direction.

She had been way too civil for his liking and he didn’t trust it.

Usually it meant something was about to happen.

Lucian followed his nod before sighing.

[Come on.]

“You’re asking something impossible of me.”, he flatly gave back, but still followed the order and joined Ani who gave him a cheerful wave.

Odd, he had expected more complaining.

RTV scoffed, now taking the lead again, opening the doors of the castle again with a swift motion, before leaving Chris and Swag to keep them open.

“BACK we go to Block B! No worries though, you don’t have to walk the STAIRS again. The Social Media Department is on the ground floor!”, he explained, now leading them back out again over the courtyard.

☆

Close to the end of the group, the participant that had previously nearly run into SMG3, was now trailing along as well.

Pulling the cap deeper into his face, a set of blue eyes was nervously flicking from one side to another.

So far nobody seemed to have noticed that SMG4 hadn’t even been part of the group before, but for how long?

At least the Puzzlevision logo and mostly hidden face seemed to keep the system from recognizing him, but still.

This plan was reckless and that meant a lot for his standards.

Yet this weird tour had also one of the very few chances they had to get in without anyone ringing alarms.

Unfortunately, despite a bunch of unholy amounts of planning and screaming at each other, the plan already was horribly derailing

The plan had been the following: Use the underground tunnels to gain access to the castle: Check.

Let SMG4 sneak into the castle: Check.

SMG4 sneaks into his old room and uses the pc there to gain access to the headquarters files and system: Gone horribly wrong.

The blue meme guardian had just been about to walk up the stairs after having a near stroke following the surprise encounter with SMG3, as he was stopped by Chris who had started rounding people up in that area.

Arguing wasn’t an option, least he needed was more attention, so SMG4 begrudgingly had followed him to the group, ducking his head more and more when not only half his old crew, but also enemies game into view.

It was a wonder nobody had recognized SMG4 yet, but he knew the more time he spent here, the more likely it was going to happen.

And then it would be a goddamn miracle if he survived.

Taking a deep breath, SMG4 tried to keep at the back of the group, but also not the far end.

Unfortunately, he also had his run-ins with Puzzles’ hitman and he still remembered all too well the view of the gun barrel in his face.

Lucian on the other hand probably still remembered the knife that Beeg lodged into his shoulder afterwards.

And what was up with the tour anyway?

SMG4 had long known that Puzzles was meddling with things he shouldn’t but who the hell were these people that looked exactly like some of his fellow resistance members?

For example he was pretty sure that the masked person he saw talk before to Lucian had been Lari, or did look a LOT like her, because he could recognize that hair anywhere.

He then looked forward where a certain dragon shapeshifter was walking, wearing a cap like him, vigilant and having that same unmistakeable armband that the Marie he knee was wearing too.

If both hadn’t previously walked past him without even sparing him a glance, he really would have believed they followed him from their base over here.

But they didn’t.

So who were these people?

As several more people passed him, the meme guardian quickly pulled his cap a tad more over his eyes, before hiding his hands in his hoodie.

Looks like he had to trust in another part of the plan.

Beeg and the rat keep an eye in case things go wrong: In progress.

☆

“I say we leave that dimwit.”

In one of the underground systems beneath the studio, Mickey Mouse was currently about to leave and call it a day.

Unfortunately, a certain mini sized version of the same idiot that messed up the plan was now holding him back by his tail.

“Ugh.”

“Listen.”, Mickey argued, folding his hands together in a pretend calm gesture. “We kept an eye out, nobody ever said anything about going in and saving his back!”

“Uuuugh.”

Mickey frowned, before sniffing a crossing his arms, turning his head away.

“Hah, I’m above that!”

A sharp tug on his tail made him flinch and he snapped around again to glare at Beeg.

“Fine! You’re going to lose anyway!”

“Rock, paper scissors!”

“Augh, ugh, ugh!”

“...”

Mickey squinted at Beeg’s round hand stump that had suddenly grown two fingers to cut his flat paper hand.

“Oh, you cheater!”, he exclaimed, throwing hands in the air in resignation, before wiping a tear from one of his cartoon eyes. “I’m so proud…anyway!”

They both now turned to the open vent through which they had previously watched what had been going on in the castle.

“Guess we are going back in there…”, Mickey meant, unenthusiastic about the thought of getting dust on his already battered clothes again. “Do you still have the map?”

As an answer, Beeg pulled out the map of the ventilations system from who knows where, before rolling past Mickey and straight into the shaft.

“Don’t think about sneaking to that dog again! Your weird shaped friendship almost got us caught!”, he called after the little guy, only receiving a slight echoey grunt as a response.

With a loud sigh, Mickey now followed back in, trying to keep up with the rolling blue thing that was Beeg in front of him.

Previously, before SMG4 went in by himself, they tried to save themselves some trouble by accessing SMG4’s old room through the vents.

Unfortunately, the area there had been riddled with motion triggers, triggers that were even for his cartoon shape difficult to pass by and Beeg almost jumped right in when he heard that egg shaped dog in the room below whine.

So that was quickly scratched off the list of options.

The other option, SMG4 just managed to fail, so in Mickey’s option this whole thing was done.

But no, rescue operations had to commence.

This was what he got for letting Didney make hero propaganda in the masses.

Grumbling, Mickey crawled through the thin metal system, his round ears having been pressed flat on the ceiling.

Probably serving as a good mop for all that dust.

“You know, there is absolutely no way the TV snob doesn’t know about these tunnels when he even rigs the ventilation.”, Mickey now spoke up again. “My best guess is that either the system is too big or that he didn’t think someone would use them to get in and that’s why we are still here.”

“Augh…”

“Okay fair enough, he probably also didn’t expect us to enter through the sewer system and break a way through those sealed off entrances.”, Mickey admitted, before sniffing at his clothes. “I didn’t expect myself to do that either…”

Beeg now stopped, letting out a grumble, before rolling to the side into another shaft, revealing to Mickey the placement of yet another row of motion triggers.

“This way too? Well, I tried to tell you, guess we have no choice-”

Another grumble and a threatening move into the mouse’s direction.

“Hey, hey, hey! I was just joking! Fine, let’s find another way to the….Social Media Department? Where are we anyway? I lost track a few minutes ago…”

“Aeugh...”

“...what do you mean you don’t know?!”

Mickey now robbed closer, trying to spy through the grid nearby.

Just a hallway, could be one of many in this maze of a building.

“I thought you could read the map!”

“Ugh!”

“You guessed?!”, Mickey repeated, before letting out a dry snicker. “Yep, that’s it for me. See you, I’m out!”

When Beeg attempted to drag him back by his tail this time Mickey retaliated.

With a frown, he snapped around, arm growing comically longer as he tried to get the other to let go by dragging and pulling him.

But the little shit was tough.

And grew just a little bit bigger before rolling on his side.

Squishing Mickey’s hand.

Letting out a few curses that would certainly fall under Didney censorship, Mickey flinched back, ready to kick that oversized ball of a menace right through the walls of the vent-

Beep. Beep.

Both froze.

Then they slowly turned to look at Mickey’s tail whose tip hung right in front of one of the motion triggers.

“Oh boy…”, Mickey gulped.

☆

For a second, RTV meant to hear a distant yowl and he turned his head back to the hallways they came from, but could not spot anything.

Hm, probably just his imagination. Turning his attention back to the matter at hand, he now opened the next double door, before pointing forward at the corridor of doors similar to the of the Art Department above.

“Welcome to the Social Media Department!”

His smile slightly strained as the head of said department ran past him in the next second, spinning once around.

“Whooooo! Home sweet, home!”

Decisions had been made and oh, how he regretted them right now.

Letting out a low sigh, he then motioned towards Animsay.

“Animsay will now explain to you the BASICS of this department.”, he explained, before stepping into the corridor where Animsay now opened the door to the biggest office room of the department.

As soon as she entered, each monitor that sat on the many desk rows including the giant screen at the end of the room flickered on, displaying the Puzzlevision logo.

“If you prefer old-school you’re absolutely in the wrong place here.”, Animsay now said, before jumping on the long desk at the end of the room to give herself a better view over the participants that now entered the room. “We are all digital, baby!”

Putting hands on her hips, she now gestured around the room.

“We are mainly responsible for making ads AND as the name says, manage pretty much everything connected to social media!”, she now began pacing on the desk, raising a finger. “Into that counts the creation and coding of websites, boosting and advertising Puzzlevision media and posts, but also…moderation.”

She now stopped pacing, folding her hands in front of her, head tilted to the side.

“After all, the internet can be a nasty place! Accusations are thrown around to defame, insults are spam posted, inappropriate content, yada, yada, you know it all!”

She pointed at herself.

“We take steps to dim it all a bit down, keep it cool…”

A shrug.

“And sometimes when alarms are being raised due to threats and concerning comments or we simply find information that may be searched for, we give the goods over to security and law enforcement! Ain’t that right, Swag?”

Said guard frowned, pointing an accusing finger at the smaller TV head.

“You sent the cops my address three times!”

As a response, Animsay made a slow bow.

“Only to show you the dangers of sharing it with others online!”

“It was just our employee group chat!”

“Yeah well, personally your comments about your tank also made me very uncomfortable and so for the sake of society, I thought it was time to act.”

“Oh, you bi-”

“Back to TOPIC.”, RTV interrupted them, feeling a headache coming.

“Sure!”, Animsay meant, the scribble smile never having left her screen. “What else is there to say? Well, my office is next door but that’s not really interesting. There are a few side offices as well for brainstorming or if you prefer a smaller environment. Oh yeah and then there is the room to the room one day further where we talk to-”

For a second, the line on the screen seemed to glitch out and Animsay halted, before moving on like nothing happened.

“Well, sadly it’s off limits! Unless, boss over here allows a look?”

She now turned over to RTV whose expression temporarily turned into a frown.

Last thing he needed to explain was the whole contact past the 4th wall and the tumblr inbox.

“Off-limits I’m afraid.”, he curtly answered, offering an apologetic smile into the round. “VIP only.”

Animsay now clapped her hands together.

“Welp, that’s all then! If you have questions they can be asked now!”, she grinned, now flopping down to take a seat.

☆

While Animsay went on to answering questions, RTV kept a close eye despite having almost all of the security watching her.

Lucian because he ordered him too and Swag because he was still not over his little dispute with her.

There were reasons why Animsay wasn’t too loved among staff and aside from her too cheery attitude, it was also the fact she was one big troublemaker.

Older staff would sometimes tell the stories about how calm and docile Animsay had been once upon a time and then she suddenly switched, changed her name, changed her attitude, personality and then one day she started to appear with the TV head.

RTV gave the clunky thing a glance.

At least the program seemed to work well enough to keep her from spilling anything confidential for now.

Bzzt.

Pulling out his phone, RTV briefly noticed that he had not been the only one getting a message, in fact Lucian had too, meaning this was from Wr3n.

The fact that he was messaging them both could only mean so much good.

We got a rat in the building. The mini version of SMG4 is there too.

Got them out of the vents. Taking chase right now.

Elimination or Capture?

RTV’s hand visibly tightened around his phone.

Of course.

Of course they would take the chance when he got almost all of his staff at home.

Eliminate.

He didn’t need to read Wr3n’s next message.

It popped into his head the second he read the first text.

A rat never came alone.

It’s likely SMG4 is here too.

There was no way he would refuse the chance to visit his old friend.

Look how his dear friends were holding up.

With a motion of his hand he ordered Lucian to give the sign to blockade the exit.

The head of Puzzlevision then started to slowly walk through the group, giving each face a close look.

He could skip all the non-humans already, the girls too, look out for clothing that hid facial features.

In the middle of the room, he stopped, before slowly turning towards a guy with black hair, a cap and black mask attempting to hide the familiar facial features. They did at first, the Puzzlevision logo also keeping him safe from Wr3n’s detection.

But now that RTV was looking closely, there was no more hiding.

He would always recognize this thorn in his side.

“SMG-”

In the split of the second he reached out, the meme guardian had suddenly pulled something out of the pocket out of hiss hoodie.

And shot.

RTV didn’t feel a bullet bury itself into his screen.

Instead something akin to an energy ray hit him.

In the next second the whole room could watch how RTV’s TV head heavily glitched out, before instantly growing black.

Not a moment later the whole man fell to the floor with a loud clang, screen splitting slightly at the impact.

SMG4 stood there for a second, EMP gun still pointed, before his eyes flickered from side to side.

First in the participants around him and then to the security guards who were now pulling their weapons.

He was so screwed.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Unless…

Well, this is a poll-based adventure after all! So…what do you guys want to do?

Few seconds for them, 1 day for us.

Please wait this time with writing your actions until the poll is decided, as I will drop an extra part with the result, describing in a shorter part what happens next!

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earthmoonz · 1 month ago

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WIFEY. PT 2 | EP TWO (2.2)

start / previous / next [haven’t read part one?]

Lena feels it in her jaw first. The dull ache of dread, the knife of anticipation. Her mother had never given much away. For women like Amara, there is always something underneath. At its best, it serves as tacit assurance, but right now it feels like a warning.

Even if she’d refused her mother’s offer, Lena was smart enough to know she’d have ended up here anyway: stoic and tight with fists clenched, nails burrowed into her palm as distraction. With parents like hers, it was easier to be willing; to tread water until the ground felt solid beneath you. Lena was well aware of what her presence meant to a crowded room. She would just have to trust that the sea would soon clear, and that for once a familial promise would take root in the earth instead of the waves.

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(transcript + translation below)

(Amara): [Low, sudden] Roll down your sleeves.

(Lena): Huh?

(Amara): Don’t argue. Your name is on this building and your clothes should reflect that.

(Lena): Okay, Mami I’m not trying to-

(Amara): [Hushed] Si esto no funciona, nos quedamos sin opciones, Lena. He pasado meses manteniendo a raya a estos cerdos pero no durarán mucho más. (If this doesn't work, we're out of options, Lena. I've spent months keeping these pigs at bay but they won't last much longer.)

(Lena): Entiendo eso mami, pero ¿qué quieres exactamente de mí? […I understand that mum, but what exactly do you wa-]

(Receptionist): –Ah, Mrs Scott…and Miss Scott! So good to see you both. Please follow me.

[***]

(Amara): [Upon arrival] It’s good to see you all.

(Robert): There’s no need for pleasantries Amara, the sooner we can get things in order, the better.

(Amara): It’s not a crime to show civility Robert, but since you’re in a mood, I’ll be frank: I understand there’s been some turbulence of late. I know that the Scott group isn’t living up to its potential. If you continue to trust in me, I’d like to change that.

(Gregory): –I’m sorry Amara, but if I may? I believe I speak for all of us when I say that turbulence is putting it lightly. Shareholders have been pulling out left and right, there’s talk of delisting it from the exchange and while I know you’ve experienced some…personal tragedy, I can’t help but wonder if your continued involvement would do more harm than good.

(Amara): Excuse me?

(Robert): It’s not personal of course. You know I’ve supported you..and your family from the beginning, but the writing’s on the wall. The Scott group has done great work in the past and we believe it can again…We’re just not sure if you’re the person to lead us.

(Amara): [Icy] …I see. So when’s the vote?

[The board members all uncomfortable share looks]

(Linda): [Quiet, sheepish] It’s in 4 weeks.

(Amara): Okay. Well in the interest of candor I’ll say this: When my husband and I started this company, it was with the hope of taking property to the next level, and providing housing in communities that needed it most. I know lines have blurred. I know that Winston made…errors in judgement, but the reason you all sit in this room is because of me. Most companies that have dealt with such difficulties would be non-existent. It’s a testament to my passion and intelligence that after everything this heart and soul of this company remains.

(Pravesh): Amara please-

(Amara): [standing up] Enough! I understand that the needs of the business must come first, but I must warn you now that I do not take this opposition lightly. If you are on the wrong side of the river when my boat comes to pass, I will not throw you a life jacket as you get washed off the bank. Do I make myself clear?

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katealpha · 2 months ago

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Art by @charactersyoudontknow

Written by: Owl

Commissioned by: KateofJasper

Content: Pregnancy, light belly movement

Raya and the Last Dragon and all related characters and concepts created by Walt Disney Animation Studios, and are copyright of the Walt Disney Company

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Suddenly, and for no particular reason, Raya stopped in her tracks, and looked around.

It was a wonderful day out, the early afternoon sun shining high above her. The path she walked on was one of the many in the Heart palace that she knew well, at the moment taking her outside, showing off the beautiful landscape that surrounded them. Today was a meeting with an envoy from Tail, specifically to discuss the matters of trade.

Things weren’t exactly perfect since Kumori’s exile all those years ago, but things have definitely been improving. The idea of a unified Kumandra was still far on the horizon, but at the very least it could be seen in these current days. At the very least, Heart was in good standing with Tail despite it all, so the meeting should be relatively stress free.

Raya looked down at herself, though more specifically the massive bump that stuck straight out from her middle. Years ago, had she been told she would be carrying the child of a dragon, or much less a child at all, she would have scoffed, and likely made some comment of not trusting whoever told her. Hell, the fact that it was Sisu’s child, of all possible dragons, would have been more insane to her. Aside from the fact she had straight up told Sisu she had no plans of having children, she always felt like Sisu was, how to say, on another level from her. A higher being, one to be revered and looked up. One who had no time for mortals such as her.

And yet, here she was, partners with that very dragon, and carrying her child.

For some reason, Raya almost found herself laughing at this sudden realization. Yes, she knew all of this, and it was a roller coaster of emotions to get to this point, but looking back on it now, at where she stood right now, it almost felt like a fantasy. Perhaps it was the drawback of becoming a wandering vagabond at the ripe age of twelve, forced to trek across abandoned landscapes for six years in search of something you didn’t even know was real or not. For so many years, there has been one thing after another, from the Dragon Gem shattering, to Sisu dying, to the rise of Kumori, to the loss of so many dragons…for the first time in forever, Raya had a complete, silent moment to herself to reflect on everything. And, for what it was, it was nice.

“Heeeeeey!!”

Raya chuckled. Of course, when it came to having someone like Sisu as a partner, quiet moments like this came rare. Suddenly, from just over the path railing, the long majestic form of Sisu popped out, twirling in the air before puffing into a cloud of smoke, which then produced the human form of the dragon. While she tumbled through the air for a moment, she still landed confidently on her feet, putting an arm around the princess and kissing her cheek.

“Heya, babe,” Sisu greeted. “Miss me?”

“Of course. Good to see you, love,” Raya smiled. “How have you been? Or, I guess, where have you been?”

“Oh, you know. Around,” she remarked. “Just like you. And how you’re very round.” She laughed, giving Raya’s bump a loving pat. “Doing good carrying around Sisu Jr. in there?”

Raya laughed, playfully rolling her eyes. “Fine as I can be, after nearly twelve whole months of carrying this around. Any week now, or heck, even any day now, should be expecting their arrival. I…I’m very excited to meet them.”

“Me too!” Sisu beamed, leaning down to kiss her bump. “Think it’s been like, seven hundred years since a dragon was born? Least one from a human. I dunno. Jagan is a lot better with numbers than I am. Least he was, now he’s scrambling everything up with that pregnancy brain, ya know.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” Raya agreed, as the two continued along their path, though at a slower rate. “How’s Jagan, by the way? Doing well?”

“Oh, doing fan-tastic!” Sisu beamed. “He’s about the same size as you now, course that’s not slowing him down one bit with all his work. Helps he’s got Namaari at his side. OH! Speaking of,” Sisu went on, not missing a beat, “I think Namaari’s got some interest in carrying a dragon herself!”

“Really?” Raya responded, raising an eyebrow in genuine surprise. “Didn’t think she’d be the type to do something like that.”

“Weeeeelllll…I may have overheard her here and there about her feeling guilty and such still. You know, over the ah…” Sisu paused, stiffening up as she clenched her chest, grimacing at her partner.

“Yes, I…remember that.”

“Yeah. That,” the dragon nodded. “Course, unless she really really wants to, she might not have to. More and more dragons are coming back from the north. All of them were practically begging for forgiveness.”

“And you forgave them without a second thought, right?”

“Of course!” Sisu exclaimed. “They said they were very, very sorry! You would trust them too, wouldn’t you?”

Raya stared at her with a raised eyebrow, while Sisu stared back with a bewildered expression. They both held the expression for what felt like a solid minute before breaking down laughing. “Heh…sounds like you’ve got a lot going on. Happy for you, of course,” she noted, gently calming down. “Just things for me have been a little…duller.”

“Cause of the pregnancy?”

“Yep,” Raya nodded simply, patting her bump. “I realize that a lot of the downtime is because of the relative peace now that Kumori is gone, which I’m thankful for more than anything. Hopefully a day will come when Kumandra will have to worry for nothing, when we can all live in harmony as one people once more. But…”

“But?”

“There’s still work to be done for now,” she sighed. “And I can only do so much. Sure, I’m handling important tasks like trade, but compared to what you get to do? Pfft…I’m practically sitting around on my ass and getting bigger. Tuk Tuk has done more than me in this past week alone. Tuk Tuk.”

“Aw, come on, Raya,” Sisu started with a smile, her voice now a lot softer. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. I just got more stuff to do cause, ya know. Last dragon for a while and all that. And hey, let’s not forget what you’re doing for this guy right here.” She patted her partner’s bump for emphasis.

“I know, I know. It’s just…I just feel I could be doing more even while I’m pregnant, ya know? Not sure what, but…something?”

“If you ask me, you’re almost doing too much,” she teased with a wink. “Hey, if it’s anything, after you pop this one out, we can switch places. You can do work in the world, and I’ll be the pregnant one.”

Raya chuckled. “Yeah, I think that’s…you can get pregnant?”

“Duh. Yeah,” she remarked, as if it was obvious. “I was thinking we’d, like, alternate for a while? You have one, then I have one, then you have another, and then I have another, and—”

“Let’s just wait to see how I feel after this one, okay?” Raya quickly interrupted.

“Heh, alright,” Sisu smirked. “Well, what about you? Gotta be something ya been up to. How’s the old man?”

“He’s…managing,” Raya remarked with a laugh. “Honestly, he’s doing good. He’s just worried about me, is all. It’s how parents are.”

“Yeah, I…I guess so,” the dragon agreed, her cheery demeanor suddenly dropping for a second to something a touch more contemplative. It didn’t last long though, as Sisu quickly shook it off and went back to all smiles. “What’s he even worried about anyways? He knows he’s got, like, me by your side at like almost all times? Least when you’re not in the heavily-guarded palace.”

She shook her head. “It’s less about my personal safety and more about my pregnancy in general, especially now that I’m so close to being due. You…remember all that stuff I said about my mother, right?”

“Ooooh…oh, right,” Sisu nodded, wincing a bit. “Yeah…yeah, I totally see why he’d be all up in arms. That’s pretty scary…but you’re strong, Raya!” She assured her partner with a wink. “Like, c’mon. You were able to defeat fricking Kumori. You fended off the Druun on your own when you were twelve. Having one baby? Please, that’ll be a cake walk for sure.”

Raya laughed, and looked down at her bump. “I hope so…even still, my father is very proud I’ve decided to take this up. He’s been so proud of everything I’ve been doing, in fact. I know it was a lot, but still…feels kinda weird.”

“Well, the world ended again when you were twelve, you saved it when you were eighteen, and then you defeated another ultimate evil like a year later,” Sisu recounted with a casual air. “And now you’re aiding in the repopulation of a new generation of dragons. Babe, you’ve gone through and done more in a decade than most dragons would try to do in an entire lifetime. You deserve all the flowers you’re getting.”

“Not saying I don’t feel worth it, more so that I’m…”

Before Raya could finish, she could feel a bit of movement within her, and then a quick, sudden kick, that caused her to wince. She staggered over to the path railing, bracing herself. Sisu, while caught a bit off guard, helped her along. “Hey, hey. Everything alright, Rie?”

“Y-Yeah, just…baby movement,” she sighed, rubbing her bump in an attempt to quell the activity. “Phew…been getting a lot rougher lately, it feels like.”

“Yep. That’s a sign of the egg about to crack,” Sisu remarked, and in turn received a bewildered expression from Raya. “Oh, I just got like, birds on my brain. Stopped by the lower halls on the way in. You guys got some great falcons. There were some eggs there, and the retainers said you could tell when they’re about to hatch by how much they shake. Just made me think of that, I dunno.”

Raya simply blinked, and eased herself back to standing. “Well…not like that’s any indication I’ll be popping anytime today, right?”

“Oh, nah,” she shook her head. “You still got like a few days or so. But it’s definitely gonna be soon.”

She nodded, but once more looked down at her bump. “I…I suppose this is kinda late to bring up concerns, but…I guess I’m just worried if this will turn out alright. First dragon to be born in so long…what if it has some raw magic abilities? What if they become something desired, like the Dragon Gem was? What if things break down again? What if—?”

“Raya, Raya,” Sisu interrupted, tilting her head up to face hers, while placing one hand on her bump. “Easy there. Better not to get wiped up into that spiral. First of all, if any nation tries to steal our kid away, I’ll kick their butts so hard, their ancestors are gonna feel it.”

“Really?”

“Really really,” Sisu chuckled. “And second off…we’re gonna manage this, okay? You’re not gonna be the only one welcoming a new life like this. I think we can trust the other nations now to not go at each other’s throats again for a power grab. Like, come on, after the Druun and Kumori, do you think they’ll want to deal with the badass mom duo who kicked both of their butts?”

Raya smiled slowly, and even laughed. “Yeah…good point…”

“We just gotta take it a bit slow, yeah? Baby isn’t here yet, but we’re gonna make sure everything’s ready for them when they do get here,” she explained. “And from there, when they do come…well, we’ll figure it out! We always do?”

Raya chuckled. “Yeah, we always do.” The two leaned in, and kissed.

The two continued along the path, idly chatting and flirting between each other until they eventually came to the council chamber, to which Sisu held the door open as Raya stepped in. She barely even got a chance to take in the whole room when she heard a voice callout. “Hey-hey, Raya!”

Raya turned to the sound of the voice, seeing a rather stocky young man hurrying over to her. At first, she didn’t recognize who it was, but after taking into account his voice, his face, and the way he dressed…she couldn’t believe it: it was Boun!

“Boun??” She exclaimed, her voice laced in pleasant surprise.

“Yeah! How’s it—woah.” He skidded to a halt when she turned to face him fully, his eyes quickly darting down to her bump. “I…didn’t you say you weren’t gonna have children?”

The princess laughed. “When I was eighteen, yeah. Not exactly the same person I was back then. And clearly, neither are you. You’ve really grown.”

“Yeah, in more ways than one,” Sisu pointed out, having hurried over to her partner’s shoulder.

“Sisu!”

“Hey, she’s not wrong,” Boun chuckled, confidently patting at his girth. “With my family back, means I didn’t have to spend as much time cooking just for me. I stuck with it of course, but it was nice to get a break from the kitchen now and again, even if it meant I ate more.”

“I can see that,” Raya agreed. “You do look good, Boun. Definitely been too long.”

“Same here! Always a pleasure to see my two favorite customers! You guys gotta stop by Tail sometime soon, got some new items you two would love!”

“Oh, we gotta!” Sisu beamed, turning her face to Raya, only to be met with a raised eyebrow. “Well…probably after the baby comes.” She leaned closer to Boun, and said in a hushed tone, “She gets queasy real easy when she goes riding on me. Like, just the past week, we—GAK!”

Raya playfully pulled Sisu back up to her, provoking a laugh from the young cook. “So, Boun,” she resumed. “What brings you to Heart? Are you working with the Tail trading envoy?”

“I’d hope so,” he chuckled, crossing his arms. “I’m leading the Tail trading envoy.”

“Oh, nice!” Sisu beamed. “My guy’s moving up in the world!”

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Raya smiled. “I apologize if I kept you guys waiting. Sisu and I…well, we were just catching up.”

“Ya know, as wives do,” the dragon teased, kissing Raya’s cheek.

“Not to worry, I knew you guys would be here,” Boun assured them. “Well, Raya at least. Didn’t think Sisu was much for official government discussions like this.”

Sisu simply blinked, staring off for a moment, before the realization came over her. “Oh, right! I don’t,” she laughed. “I probably got somewhere else to be right now, anyways. Maybe check on Namaari. Or Jagan. Or both! I’ll see where the rain takes me.”

“Well, if you do run into Namarri, give her…” he paused, as if holding back on saying something, “...my regards.”

“Mine as well,” Raya added. “Travel safely, my love.”

“Always do. Catch ya later, babe,” she nodded, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “And same to YOU, lil guy!” She bent down and planted a kiss on Raya’s bump. “Chao,” she saluted off, and ducked back through the door.

Boun chuckled. “When it comes to shrimp, how they act changes between each season. And yet Sisu…seems like she hasn’t changed a bit.”

Raya gave a nod, and a content exhale. “Just another thing to love about her,” she noted, and turned back to Boun. “Now then, I believe we have a meeting in order?”

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All Falls Down - Chapter 5

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Josh stared down at his phone. He blinked a couple of times before going to look at her location to find that she had stopped sharing it with him. “What the fuck.” He muttered before trying to call her again and grunting in frustration when his call went unanswered.

He went to instagram and pulled up Kiyana’s instagram, instantly getting irritated at what he saw.

Who the fuck is that? He asked himself, staring down at the picture of his wife pouring a shot into some strange ass man's mouth. And by the smug look on Samara’s face he knew she posted it because she knew he would see it. He took a closer look at the background and immediately knew where she was at.

He went to grab his car keys off of the hook by the garage door but did a double take as something on the console table caught his eye. He picked up her wedding ring and like a zombie, walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to his mom.

She wanted him to find it. she wanted him to know that she was out tonight without her wedding ring. She wanted him to hurt and she had succeeded.

After Samara had hung up on Josh, she had taken Kiyana’s phone and put it in her own purse. Key didn’t need her night ruined from Josh calling her all night.

Kiyana had just stumbled back over to the section after dancing with Malik again and plopped herself down on the couch next to Joe. She wasn’t drunk, but she was definitely on as fuck. “You have fun?” Joe asked, his deep voice right by her ear making her shiver. She nodded her head. He had been trying to test the waters all night. Rubbing on her exposed thighs, placing his hand on her lower back as they walked over to the bar and waited to be served. Joe did not give a single fuck that Kiyana was married to Josh, never did.

Kiyana was supposed to be his. He was going to ask her out during their lunch period way back in 10th grade but that dumb fuck of an English teacher gave him detention. You could only imagine the anger that coursed through Joe’s veins once he found out that Josh had beaten him to the punch. The same Josh who never showed one ounce of interest in Kiyana. So now that Josh had fucked up, Joe wasn’t wasting anymore time.

“Yeah, my feet are killing me though.” She whined, staring down at her feet that were encased in a pair of 6-inch heels that Samara basically forced her to wear.

“I bet they do.” He chuckled, placing one of his hands on her thigh, he scooted closer to her and leaned in to whisper “Your husband know you out here in this tiny ass dress?” as he slid his hand up her thigh until it reached the hem and gave it a little tug.

“Nope, and I honestly don’t give a fuck if he did .” She whispered back, giggling when Joe raised an eyebrow at her. “Did you know he cheated on me?” She scoffed, leaning forward to grab one of the blue shots from the table, downing it before reaching for another.

“What?” Joe gasped mockingly, covering his mouth with his hand. “Forreal? That’s wild baby girl.” Kiyana rolled her eyes and pursed her lips.

“Yup.” She scowled. “With some bitch y’all work with.”

“I’ve always said he wasn’t too bright. I mean who would cheat on you?” He asked, rubbing on her thigh. “The way you held him down for twenty-three years and that's how he repays you.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “It’s fucked up.” He finished and she nodded her head.

“It is fucked up.” She sighed and looked down at her left hand, frowning at the absence of her wedding ring. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them and plastering a smile on her face. “I didn’t come here to think or talk about Josh. I came here to have fun, and that’s what I'm going to do.” She said before standing up from the couch, grabbing Joe’s hand and pulling him towards the dance floor.

They danced to about two and a half songs before Kiyana told him that she wanted another drink. So he nodded and followed behind her to the bar.

This was the perfect opportunity for him. He stood behind her, caging her in between his body and the bar. He waited until the person next to them got their drink and walked away to strike.

“You ever think about what we did on graduation night?” Joe whispered to her. Kiyana inhaled a deep breath and met his eyes in the mirror in front of them. She would be lying if she said she didn’t. She had thought about it plenty of times. Joe smirked then placed a kiss on her neck. “Mmhmm.” He hummed. “You remember, don't you. Sweetest pussy I ever put my mouth on” He whispered, sliding his hands from her waist to the top of her thighs.

“Joe.” She moaned as he trailed his fingers under her dress. He arched his eyebrow at her when he felt that she had on no panties.

“I got you.” He mumbled, placing kisses up and down her neck. “Let me take care of you.” She let out another moan as he slipped his middle finger inside of her. “Shit, you soaked baby girl.”

Her hand shot up to grab his wrist when he added another finger. Their eyes met in the mirror and Joe smirked at the blissed out look on her face. “Fuck i’m boutta cum.” She moaned, closing her eyes. Joe started placing kisses on her neck again, pumping his fingers into her faster.

“Go ‘head baby, cum on my fingers.” His thumb now flickering over her clit. Kiyana bit hip lip to stifle her moans as she came, her nails leaving indents on his wrist.

“Fuck” She muttered as she met his eyes in the mirror again. She watched as he pulled his hand out from under her dress and brought it to his mouth. Her jaw went slack as he put his finger in his mouth and closed his eyes like he was savoring the taste.

Mmhm, just like I remember.” He cupped her jaw and turned her head to face him, capturing her lips with his in a slow kiss.

“What the fuck.” She whispered once the broke apart. Joe chuckled before placing another kiss on her lips then flagged down the bartender which she was grateful for, because she really needed that drink now.

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Rayas at the RTV Tour, 3

Third week of the RTV Tour, by @rtv-puzzlevision-studios

Directory:Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 3.5-ish

Note 1: Once again, writing this in first person. Also, no drawings here sadly. Only a card

Note 2: My main Oc is in the spectrum. But as the Tour goes, she might slowly try to interact a little bit. Especially when either trying to make social interaction. She eventually shows she's an empath.

Note 3: Interactions to the inserts are all Bg and not always direct for bigger actions, and as to not break the rules. Interactions with Ocs and RTV characters more obvious.

Note 4: YOu Thought she'll have her drawing in her inner vest pocket? Well... what if she loses it again?

Final Note: Same as last post. Rayas is a participant, and not the same for a future RTV version.

Story

“ALRIGHT, THE VOTES ARE IN!" (ouch my ears) "WE ARE GOING TO THE FILM DEPARTMENT!”

A relief, my drawing has been returned to me now. I'm glad Lucian, or Colores, noted where it was and returned it to me. Whichever was, thank you. (I'm thinking, if people helps the other, they receive something in return. But what/how to repay?)

The drawing is tucked nicely in my vest's inner pocket. That way no once could see it. And besides, won't max out the room on my arms, with my umbrella that I brought, and my new Mr Puzzles plushie. Both items I'm keeping close; the make me feel safe and calm

So... what's next? OH right, the Film Department

"The Film Department makes the CORE of the Headquarters, after all Puzzlevison’s main thing is to create MOVIES and SHOWS for everyone!"

As everyone went further away from the Art Department, ahead, there was another staircase. But unlike the first one, this one appears less risky (Wished the first stair case was more of a square one with solid risers. Even if it takes space, it's the safety necessary. But whom would take note to redesign them?)

"I could of course show you all the different studios we have, but I think you may be interested in a PARTICULAR part of said department.”

But then, we all stopped before anything else, close to the second stair case. Um...

Mr Puzzles stepped aside, and let Swag in charge... Mr Puzzles leaves...

Um... why? And then...

(Oh boy)

But luckily, Swag didn't gave the group a hard time as he lead everyone; let alone, making a smug expression with his sunglasses. Guess... he learned quickly of tour guide etiquette? I hope Chris as well could keep him in line. As for Lucian, ever since he returned me my drawing, I now trust him.

And btw, where did R-Mr Puzzles go?

The whole group walks down the second set of stairs; a tall girl with blonde hair tripped (scammer by @leirom71000) (ouch), but i hope she's okay. I decided to subtly look around the participants while keeping my gaze forward. I wonder how Loyboo (@alelathedragon) is doing. I'm not sure why I'm thinking about him, but I think it's because I'm the first person to have talked to him, even if briefly; and made him less nervous thanks to using the shy Boo gesture. Well, there's a whole variety of people here.

Some Humans, some shapeshifters like the dragon girl (Marie from @fenicearts420) from back before entering the Art Department, an alien with droopy antennae (@alien-star88), a sort of cat with just one eye (Creature by @theclosetcreature)(...Oh boy....), the other TV heads such as the same one with the Kuromi cap and purple teeth bar (Crystal by @kuromipuzzles2000) But... one person caught my attention. A silhouette-like girl with just one eye and the other is shaped like a heart (Nickknack by @runrabitrunrunrun ); she has two Mr Puzzles plushies (are repeats allowed?). Never mind, but still... something about her caught my attention.

While the group walks down a hall but before going around a corner, and the fact my hearing is sensitive, I could have sworn listening to what appears to be.... someone talking angrily at someone; and another person. I couldn't make out other than "....narrative," "ruin," "...of chance," and "One more..." Even though, I was one row back from the very front row, I still couldn't make out the words before the Group turned around the corner.

(Also, I also heard a participant talking to her Bob plushie, tee hee (Messy by @messydoodlesyt))

"Ahem"

Right there, Mr Puzzles, holding on to another TV head with a black screen and light blue line and curved antennae with one being crooked, by the jacket..... Um.... (What was her name again-)

“- haaave a TALK with you.”, RTV now finished his sentence, before placing the smaller TV head back on the floor.

Um... Don't know what happened from around the corner, but I rather not ask.

But now, it looks like this new Tv head will join us. Now, introductions?

(wait, why did Swag groaned? Is....)

“Hello, bonjour, assalamu alaikum, hallo!”

Her energy... oh no, is she a social butterfly? I have to be honest, I get overwhelmed too much by anyone with that sort of energy. And she's quickly shaking other's people's hands now; I almost dropped my stuff to a participant in front of me who got their hand shaken and got spooked. And startling three participants who where zoned out.

“The name’s Animsay (Um... hi Animsay. Can I call you Ani?), some of you may know me from a certain site, wink wink, others maybe not. I’m the head of the Social Media Department but we will probably get to that later! Probably.”

OH okay, she's the head of the Social Media Department. Wonder how she manages. But then thinking back at the Art Department, I'm glad my drawing didn't flew into a vent again and ended in the Social Media Department if it got picked next... Because in a short time, I learned, she would probably reveal my drawing to Mr Puzzles immediately if it wasn't for the siblings finding it first; and a large audience as well to see it.

"MOVING ON- if you would start following me again.” Announced Mr Puzzles (ouch my ears) now that he takes back the lead. But... I...

I cannot help but notice his voice, even thought sounding he's cheery, I sort of thought I picked up... he sounds slightly more strained. Did... something happened? Was there something bothering him?

Hm... I think it's best not to show my drawing (I just recovered it) to him if he by chance... Isn't feeling too well (emotionally speaking); and also proving it's not the best time to show fan art. Besides, I'm still self-conscious about sharing my stuff to others.

Animsay seems wanting to socially interact, but I.... I'm not ready. At least the participants in the group of three, the robot rabbit (Bunnybot by @selfshippinglover), the fish woman (Sci by @scimagic), and another with the glasses ("Micheal" by @michaelscorneroftheinternet), seem to get her occupied. And then Animsay moves to talk to another participant, that apparently, used to work for Puzzlevision... Wow. And her name was apparently Mia. (Oh, they know each other. And they hugged as well)

Walking through the long hallway, of the Administration Department (and hoping not to get startled by Animsay. Sorry); several sets of doors on the sides with labels. And further, several windows showing outside. I noticed something big and purple outside, but still cannot make out what it is. We are getting close to a set of doors, that Mr Puzzles has his hands on them, and readying to open them.

“I’m sure you’ve GUESSED by now where we are heading..."

The doors are open. I slowly moved forward to get a better look, even if it means... getting slightly closer to Mr Puzzles. (My Puzzles plushie is at least making me feel comfortable if near the real one). A few steps before stepping outside the studio, I opened my umbrella, just in case, the sun was harsh or a light drizzle. (Hope some would understand no one would like to be under the sun, or getting wet. And the umbrella makes me feel safe).

" The SMG4, now SMG3 castle has gotten a bit of a rework to fit more to it’s NEW crew." Continued Mr Puzzles

Now a few steps outside, along with the group joining. Outside is... It's... a very large courtyard. Grass and planted trees around the edges. Some benches are also there. But in the distance, stands a familiar yet different castle. Purple instead of.... (you know)

Mr Puzzles and I think the group, stopped for a moment halfway into the courtyard. Possibly for everyone to admire the courtyard a little longer before proceeding; and, I'm actually standing next to Mr Puzzles, but I'm keeping my eyes on the remodeled castle.

"This area is often used by employees during BREAKS by the way. It can be accessed from ALL building blocks..." said Mr Puzzles as he indicated the rest of the courtyard. At some parts, there are other buildings nearby, but I focus on the castle on the distance in front of us.

(I wonder if he noticed my presence after finishing talking, and a moderate pause before getting to the castle)

Even with the castle's colors being different... everything is still beautiful.

You know... I wonder if... other than trees, would they also plant a variety of flowers as well. I don't know why, but I'm thinking of white roses... A field of white roses. And it's petals... flying in the breeze... I couldn't help but close my eyes, and (as quietly as possible) hum a tune from the chorus of a Portuguese song from a video game (that also mentions about white roses and full view of its trailer video).

And maybe... the combination of color palettes to the castle, all endless. But little did I realized, Animsay has moved from the middle of the group, to next to me. Now two TV heads are on both sides of me. (And I wanted to again, interact with the Kuromi Tv head or the other ones)

The group start walking.

"Hello," greeted Animsay, and I open my eyes slowly as trying my best not to appear startled. "You like the courtyard?"

I look at her, and I nod politely.

(as long as she doesn't have physical eyes, I feel less nervous)

"Same here. Neat umbrella."

"Thanks." I said

I just hope this interaction didn't get Mr Puzzles' attention. But I try my best to act natural. I hold on to my new plushie in reassurance.

"Oh, you managed to get a plushie of my boss, congrats!" (is she reading my actions or....?)

"Yes." I add that with a small smile, and hugging my plushie.

"Hm... I know it's only for a very short time, but you aren't much of a talker are you?" asked Animsay. (does she know what I have, or is she coaxing me to speak more?)

(Oh boy...)

I'll have to be honest to tell her.

"Well..."

But before I could say anything, I hear a cough from Mr Puzzles. I believed aimed to Animsay, as if saying. 'Now now. Don't overwhelm our dear participants.' I didn't look up to see his screen/face (too nervous).

(I guess now I understand why Swag groaned earlier. Well, I can't blame?)

Animsay takes the hint.

"Oh okay, I'll go back with the others. Ciao."

Well. There she goes. I glance up to Mr Puzzles from under my umbrella, he shows a soft expression as if apologizing if I felt overwhelmed; almost as if he knows Animsay better for being too much. Unsure if he knows about the blue puzzle piece's meaning, or he's soft because I'm holding on to my new Puzzles plushie (or, maybe he noticed my scarred face, and feels pity?) I politely lightly smile. (and not sure where I found the strength to not quickly look away, as if avoiding him. I don't want to appear rude, but looking at faces make me nervous... still to this day, but I have progressed greatly in the past)

Also um... after I turned to look in front, why do I feel like... Has anyone gotten the feeling it's going to be slightly windy, or is it just me?

Now in front of the main doors of the purple castle, Swag and Chris go over to open them. As the doors slightly open, everyone slowly walks to get inside. As I got to close my umbrella, and letting some pass.... something falls off from my vest...

My... Drawing... (I was sure i put it in my inner pocket. Did I misplaced it?)

And in a desperate action, I try to lean down for it, but a gust of wind blows it into the air! Oh... oh no... After I recovered it back from Lucian! And even though I trust him, I'm too embarrassed to ask him. (And did he saw it flew away? or say the face I was making?) Sigh... I don't want a small thing to ruin the tour. I'll move on. I have not crossed the bridge.

Well, moving on.

“WELCOME TO THE SMG3 CASTLE!”, RTV announced, now moving in the middle of the room, next to the crew gang who had meanwhile been gathering while the group fully walked in.

Looking around, it is surely redecorated to fit SMG3's Aesthetic. And, if you all know, purple is a royal color, fun fact. Looking around, and then at the ceiling... the appearance making it look like the night sky.... (I sort of feel tempted to open my umbrella, and dance around and spin, and getting lost into a starry trance-)

I heard the doors close behind, yet I didn't looked back. I knew, my drawing is still flying out there; and I rather not risk slipping out. Oh, Animsay is staying in? ....okay?

Looking back at the center of the castle's lobby, the 'SMG3 Gang' show up lined up; and in uniform (?). Well, hello SMG3 Gang.

(Hm... Tari has no cybernetic arm? I rather not ask)

“Hey! I’m SMG3, but I’m pretty sure ya know that already. I’m the head of the Film Department and also the leader of the SMG3 gang. Me, Tari, Meggy and Boopkins welcome you to our crib- I mean base of operations!”

Hi?.. huh, not sure if I'm looking right, or hearing , but he sounds... tired? (I'm observant). Hm....

(Also, Mr Puzzles really IS TALL!)

But then, Meggy starts to explain more about the Film department, Puzzlevision movies and shows. There's Block C, which I think it's the other building at the courtyard. So... the SMG3 Gang not only act, but also do all the editing and stuff. And then revised by Mr Puzzles (huh...) Well, okay.

(I cannot help but briefly glance at SMG3. And, Tari as well)

“So yeah, if you have any questions, don’t be afraid to ask them! Other than that feel free to explore the castle! I know a lot of fans always want to see it, so go ahead.”

Oh that's nice. But um... are there rules about looking around, or what NOT to do?

“You can go anywhere except for the room upstairs. It's, uh, not cleaned up.” Added SMG3.

Oh okay, no going up the stairs. I'll respect that. (Those stairs seem more safe than the first ones, sorry)

Well, we can ask questions to the Gang, go have a snack to the kitchen, rest and watch anime with Boopkins (ha, seem very eager to show mini episodes), use the restroom (is there just one or several toilets...?), and go to play games with Tari in the game room. The storage? Um... why? But... so many people, I don't know where to start, or who to talk to. Besides, I need to get myself busy from thinking about my recently lost drawing (a second time). Let's see... The SMG3 gang are a lot smaller than... well, you know (I repeat, this place is different with its own rules... and people). Hm... SMG3? hm... I don't know. He almost appears tired, yet he's willing to answer questions (poor guy, maybe he's tired because he forgot to clean the upstairs room at the last minute and couldn't get it done?). I could go over and ask Meggy some questions; in the introduction, she and Boopkins seem to be in a good mood today on the tour. Wonder if she's still a coach of sorts. But also... I need to also be careful with my questions; I also noticed but unlike SMG3, she has faint shadow under he eyes. I hold onto my umbrella and Puzzles Plushie for comfort.

She's already answering other's questions, so I shake off whatever nerves I have, and approach. Also, some have Meggy's plushie, so she has fans.

"Um, hello." I greet Meggy. "Meggy?" She notices me.

"Oh hi. Do you have some questions? Go ahead."

"Well. You and the rest act during filming, so um... What sort of roles do you get? I... I mean, everyone gets?"

(I just hope she didn't noticed my hesitation and moments I cut eye contact. Meeting someone face to face is... overwhelming. Especially, someone different. Not new, but different)

"Well, the acting roles can vary. I for the most part, plays the character who always goes into action, and helps others when they need it! Heh. I even still have the skills of a life coach."

I'm glad to hear that. She can encourage the Gang to have their spirits up; and happy to hear she' still same as always. Hm... but recalling that I noticed SMG3 somewhat tired (am I the only one to notice?), is that even true? I rather not ask about that.

"Alright, another question I have. So..." I think about... I fidget my blue puzzle piece tie clip. "About... um,...." I struggle to think of one.

"No worries, the question that you want, it'll happen soon. Keep trying." Meggy assured me, but it feels like... wanting me to rush me (still good old Meggy i think)- wait, I think I got it! But I want to make sure, I don't point out and offend her (I recall... she can be... a little... hasty. Plus, her reaction, can be very different here). No actually, maybe something else... here it goes.

"Alright, do you learn new things from ongoing experience? I'm wondering, like... trying to be someone else's role model with new experiences?" I then add. "I'm... just curious. Because... there's so many people who are different. Like... me. Who could want advice."

Meggy thinks for a bit.

"Well, I do. Though not much goes, but yeah I learn a thing or two. And um... I did said I still have it as a life coach, I'm afraid I'm a little busy. So, trying to be role model may... be put on hold." Well, It looks like she can no longer do more things, despite earlier sounding like her coach persona. Never mind, I'm waiting for the other question. "As for people different like you...? I... don't know. Care to explain?"

Okay, I'll be honest of myself. I subtly fidget my blue puzzle piece tie clip. Hope Meggy catches on about it.

"Well... Um, I... I'm not much of the type to talk or socialize with others; but that's because... I'm already born with it. Believe me that, I tried to look up to other's for guidance for a very long time ago... a role model... And sometimes the fictional ones on TV..."

As I explain from my experience, Meggy keeps listening. She's... understanding everything. Listening to my struggles. And what I did with a combination of everyone's advices and my own. And maybe a teensy lore drop about (but not all of it) the meaning of my scarred eye and that I found acceptance and lived with it.

"And... well, so far in the tour, it's going well for me. I even spoke to a shy participant a while ago. Small, but it's something. That's why... I get curious to learn new things, but making sure I can do at my own. And how I do it."

Meggy nods.

"I understand. You know what... I think you taught me something new." She smiles and lightly laughs lightheartly. "Ha Heh, well, I'll follow your advice then. And I'll keep in mind of making sure you are accommodated. Thanks for letting me know. You are very brave, that maybe you can teach others."

OH? I... what!? I was dumbfounded by that. If i said I couldn't find a role model, then... am I a role model myself and never noticed?

"Oh, and... knowing there's many participants and might not remember their names. What's yours?"

"My name's Ra-"

"Hallo!" Out popped Animsay out of nowhere. This scared me that I accidentally sent my Puzzles Plushie flying and dropping my umbrella; I bent to pick it up. And I think it also startled Meggy and nearby participants. "Hey, Meggy. How's it going with answering questions of others?"

While they are distracted, that's my cue that I'm done asking questions. I pick up my umbrella that is near, and go to my plushie that flew near the stair case. The east wing. (hope no one mistakes it as theirs since all Mr Puzzles' plushie look all the same)

"Ahem?"

I turn around, and it was SMG3. OH boy, the displeased look is making me nervous. And he's standing near my plushie; he goes and picks it up before I could. But before he would say anything.

"I apologize... I came to pick up my plushie... um... Animsay came and... I got spooked badly... I wasn't going up the stairs. I would never go against the rules you set. Oh... and Hi" I awkwardly wave at him.

Then, I got distracted that, with my sensitive hearing, did I heard like a dog whining? And it came up the stairs. I think SMG3 picked up.

"Is there... a dog up there?" I casually ask, the nervousness replaced by curiosity.

"...Yes. But, I cannot bring him out. And if you are curious, I already fed him before you guys came. And, again, not going up the stairs."

"Alright." I answered politely. SMG3 hands me back my Mr Puzzles plushie.

And then, the participant with the horns, red eyes and red ribbons (Grinnanes by @grinnames), approaches him with a large smile; seeing she has his plushie, she's a fan of him. I overheard her name is Grinnames.

Once they leave, I glance at the guest room. The door is open.

So, the guest room is for everyone to relax, and watch whatever anime Boopkins would play. I got to be honest, I used to watch anime, but only the Saturday mornings... English dub edit (4Kids TV, sorry but lol); so... not used to the... larger... variety. I was not aware I was staring from the door's frame as a random anime was playing; a habit of watching something on TV from afar or behind the window.

The mini anime ended there (something about a gang of con artists, I never heard of), and as Boopkins stood up to look for another one, he looked at me peaking from the door. I... felt a bit embarrassed and surprised.

"Oh hello, are you coming to watch anime?"

Well, he's inviting me. Being polite, I agree and come into the guest room. There are a few participants in the room, all mostly chilling, drawing, but also watching anime. And also, the guest room looks slightly different than I remember (again, different place).

"Hello." I greeted the little guy.

"We finished a mini anime episode so... OH! How about you pick one to watch?"

Oh, is he giving me the honors? Well, if there's one anime series I enjoy watching, it's Pokemon.

"Pokemon." I answered. And since Boopkins will show only mini episodes. "Um... the Pikachu and Pichu short from the Pikachu shorts?"

I got to be honest, that short is my favorite. And I hope, Boopkins has it; and still likes Pokemon.

"Hm... Oh yeah, I think I do have it! It's bundled with the Spell of the Unown Movie. Let me set it up!"

Boopkins waddles to look into the DVD case of all the anime he has, and sure enough, he finds it. And now... Settle to sit on a bundle of pillows, set my Puzzles plushie on my lap and umbrella next to me... show time. The anime reminded me when I was young; I love Pokemon. Oh the little adventures of the Pokemon, making friends... having fun... causing minor mischief as they run around the city... As I'm waiting for the part of the playground...

I... didn't realized that Boopkins left, and brought a reluctant SMG3 to the guest room. But where's Grinnames? (hm... not an anime fan? or Pokemon fan?)

"...Fine, what are we watching?" I heard SMG3 grumble a little.

"We are watching a Pokemon short! It's pretty good." But I wasn't expecting to hear... "And she (me) picked just the right one that is an old classic."

I looked over, and... SMG3 looks at me; I, being the one who picked the anime short. He raises an eyebrow while keeping a serious yet tired look. Shrugs and sits next to me... moving my umbrella close to me. (so awkward after the incident with the plushie on the staircase).

But anyways, me and the ones present continue watching the Pokemon short.

As it went, I thought I heard SMG3 mutter, "Decent choice"

:0....

Seeing the scene of the Playground Pikachu and the Pichu brothers playing along with the siblings' friends, it makes me wonder, if there could be a playground built like that (albeit with better safety measures). I would like to go around and explore a playground like that. And, everyone would also want to...

Out of the corner of my eye, the window of the guest room is partially open. And... My drawing flies in! Flying up on the ceiling and not (somehow) falling down; and no one notices it (phew). (I'm sweating imaginary bullets). I was just about to stand up slowly when-

"So... How's the anime binge watching going?" It's Animsay... (did she just got here?)

My drawing flew near a vent and... disappears... Oh boy. Where did it go? (Why do I feel like, it's going to repeat again? and maybe... Lucian won't be the one to find it again this time)

"OH Ani, hi! greeted Boopkins. "Anime is pretty good!"

"Eh, good I guess..." said SMG3. "At least, something okay. Boopkins gave Robo-fox umbrella girl (me)-"

"Ahem?" It looks like Animsay doesn't like nicknames. Well, technically, SMG3 doesn't know my name, so I don't take offense to it.

"Ugh... Boopkins gave the tour participant here the honors to pick an anime short to watch. For once" he mutters the last part.

"We just about to finish the Pikachu short movie. I'm thinking to putting on another mini short; And I think, maybe watch another classic Pikachu short anime."

"Mind if i join?" said Animsay.

"Yes!" Boopkins beams.

She sits down. "I was almost done talking to a half of participants (half?), then got bored and came here. Btw..." I notice her look at me. "Your uniform stands out a lot, because it was the first thing I saw before coming in the guest room. You like stripes?

I have to be honest, I do.

"Yes"

Despite the remaining minutes left on the short movie, I grab my plushie and umbrella, and slowly get up.

"Bye," said Boopkins. "It's nice having you watch anime."

I smile. I leave the guest room.

Now... where did my lost drawing went? In the kitchen, the bathroom, the storage room, the game room....? You know... in either room, I'm sure I'll find it. Btw, 20 minutes passed, so... I guess being here will last an hour or an hour and with an additional half an hour? I better hurry...

Next is.... the game room with Tari I guess. I'm curious what games to play with her. A glance around the castle's lobby as I approach the game room, I see the silhouette-like girl again, standing and not interacting with anyone with a slightly irritated look... Hm... I'll try to speak with her later.

Entering the game room. Sure enough, the interior remains almost unchanged; still with purple hues and different carpeting, but it's still much the same. I see a couple of participants playing on the retro arcade games, and looking to the sofa and big Tv screen, there's Tari, and another participant, playing Super Smash Bros Ultimate...

Wait... Tari doesn't have her special arm now that I remember (this Tari), how is she still playing? And... has she... changed? Never mind, I survey the game room a little to check if my drawing ended up in here... It's not here.

My attention turns back to Tari and the random participant.

"Ha ha! Great play." said Tari to the participant. (is it just me, or i heard a hint of defeat?)

(Hello)

Apparently, I think they won. And if I recall, Tari was super good on video games; but all thanks to her cybernetic arm...

...Was...

Never mind, since the drawing isn't here, might as well get distracted with some games to ease my anxiety to look for it; if I got it back for playing the waiting game and not get in trouble, it'll return to me without consequences again. Now, everyone seems to want to play on the arcade games and with Tari. Is there room for another? Or,... looking how she is, maybe there could be a different game she and I can both play? Maybe later...

"Hello." I greet Tari from next to the couch.

"Oh hi." She greets back. "Want to play?"

"I... yes. It's Smash Bros Ultimate? Because... used to play Melee and Brawl; the latter, with the GameCube controller."

Huh, I talked without the nervousness in my voice.

"Of course, everyone would like to play and challenge me" She smiles, but... I feel, she feels a bit down. Like as if she gets beaten in the game now. And gotten used to it. Her old title of being good at games now limited.

"Well..." I turn to the participant. "Say, how about I challenge you to a match? I'll main Kirby." I want to "avenge" Tari for losing her title, sort of. But also have fun.

The participant looks at me as if pensive with a low brow. But nods shortly. I sit on the couch, set my umbrella and plushie between Tari and I...

3... 2... 1... GO!

One match later, with life stocks of 4, I almost beaten the participant but they bested me; I'm a bit rusted from the game, and first time using a Switch controller. At first, three stocks taken from me, but then I tied quickly. I could tell everyone in the room and some from the lobby got close to see how it went since the tie round was taking slightly longer with no winner yet; and possibly betting I was going to kick their butt. But a bad timed sneeze (but a good timed meme), I missed a combo, dropped my controller, my hair frizzed up (my hair clips somehow staying strong), and my Kirby got sent to space by their main. They won. Yet, Tari and few others clapped at me anyways. And some still reeling from laughing of the sneeze I made. I didn't realized (until much later) SMG3 came to see the commotion, and my Pomeranian like sneeze made him laugh the Mutahar Laugh sound effect (I thought it was another participant with a very ticklish funny bone); I'll get to it later.

"Ha ha, well done. You did played the game before, and you almost won." She smiles brightly at me.

"GG" said someone.

It looks like the participant wants someone to challenge them. They got their win streak alright. Everyone huddles to have a turn. I quickly gather my Puzzle Plush and umbrella before I accidentally leave them.

I think it's time I ask Tari questions.

"Well, I think everyone has a controller. So Tari, do you have any board games or card games to play?"

Tari nods and guides be to a shelf with boardgames. She asks which one, so I scan them... one of them gets my attention: Inscryption.

"And Tari, do you know about the video game version as well?" I asked out of curiosity if she knew.

"Ah yes. The game mechanics, the story, the Scrybes, found footage... and..." Ah, she knows it.

Time for a bit of humor.

"GO Fish"

This earns a soft giggle out of Tari. I think she knows who the Angler character is. Seeing her smile... makes me happy.

The Inscryption game is set, and settling on Leshy's version; there's the Dead cards, Magick cards, and Technology cards, but Leshy's is pretty interesting. Shuffling the cards, and splitting the Squirrel cards, setting Leshy's scale. But of course, Leshy's version has a... dark edge to it, so I helped make the Leshy version less edgy with improvised ways I came up as to make Tari less uneasy. I also improvised an additional mechanic to the candles, of who can snuff all two candles first to win (and a custom DeathCard as a consolation price); sort of like the Kaycee's Mod, and Tari also knows about it and finds it entertaining. And besides, I curiously decided to act like Leshy's narration and character. (Insert Inscryption, "Death Card Cabin" ost)

"The stalwart Snapper, a near impenetrable defense..." or "The amorphous Amoeba. Its sigils are ever changing."

And some of the cards during play, they have sigils; and others post- added as patches, as if they went through the Mysterious Stones as seen in the digital video game (has the Crew Gang played it before and left the sigil stamps on?). Like, some have more than two; limit is 4 sigils. I love that mechanic; I think all the mechanics of Leshy's and P03's are good.

Oh, and since Tari doesn't have her other arm/hand to hold her cards, my Puzzles Plushie is there to hold them for her, easy. She at first was nervous at it, and I admit, it almost looks as if it's looking at you; and a bit distracting. But telling her since my Puzzles Plush is mine and if I'm not the type to make anyone uncomfortable, so my plush is same as I. And as the game went, we also chatted a little; all the while I secretly want to make Tari win. (to secretly to boost her confidence,.... and I want a custom DeathCard, ha ha)

I even talked about the Scrybes: Grimora, Leshy, P03, and Magnificus. That, what if they worked together. Leshy could be the narrator/storyteller, Grimora would write the story and lore of the world and characters, P03 could be the mechanics designer, and Magnificus the one to make the game's art. There could be harmony... they could have made an amazing game. Tari ponders on that... and nods as if understanding.

The game didn't took more than 7 minutes that passed... And note, I think games of any kind brings out my more social side.

"So, I'm curious to ask Tari. Do you also take video game requests to play by others?" Now, because remember the song I quietly hummed in the courtyard that is from a video game? It's time I talk about it. Me and Tari are tied with one "lit" candle left each.

"Well... I think you are the first one to ask that." (Oh? the first?) She answers meekly. "Everyone all wanted to play Smash Bros matches today... what are my favorite video games, and well..." She trails off, but returns to hear from me. "Okay, what game you want me to check out?" She's 2 points on the scale from losing, but I won't let her.

"There's this game that is a Puzzle RPG game, with pixels and everything. The title is called "Lenin the Lion." And it has a semi bittersweet story, about the only albino lion born in a village of normal lions...."

A small skip to avoid spoilers, and saying how the game resonated with me.

" ...The whole game is about learning self-acceptance... And it also has a good soundtrack and art."

And then... Tari wins, but still listening to the topic. She nods. I reach to make a custom Death Card, as the table is cleared so Tari, can play as Leshy, to help me build it with my deck.

"Well, I'm more of a competition type of gamer, but your video game request caught my attention. I think I'll look it up." (YES!)

Cost None (thanks to a Geck); Attack 3 and Health 3 (from an Amalgam); Sigils (from a pre-buffed Amoeba) Amorphous, Sharp Quills, and Unkillable.

(Wow, most of the ones are rare Beasts cards)

Next is... the name-

"You seem like a good and fun person, Rayas. I love the creativity of how to play it, like as if you came up with a new Mod." And finally... the portrait. "Okie dokie, say cheese!"

"GG"

Me and Tari shake hands. Ha ha, just like-

"HII!" Loudly saluted Animsay, startling some of the participants; including me and Tari. "Who's winning?" she comes in the game room.

(Oh boy, is Animsay going to keep popping up? or... is she following me?)

"Um... hi Animsay," shyly answered Tari. I politely waved after reeling from the surprise.

"Hey, how come you are not playing Smash Bros with everyone?" She looks at the table. "Oh, what's this? In...scryption...?"

Looking at both girls, I noticed the change in the mood, almost as if... something wasn't meant.... Wait, let me see how to diffuse that. Hm... I got it!

"Hi... Me and Tari were having fun with this tabletop game I asked to play. Would you... like to play?"

It appears Animsay is curious now. And her blue line that serves as her mouth shapes as if smiling. I think it's a yes. Tari stands up to go and play with the other participants, and leaving me with Animsay. But question is... does Animsay know how to play it?

So basically, Animsay, realized she indeed not know much of Inscryption, but she "downloaded" all the info. Ha ha, the loading screen sort of looked like P03's three dots when loading. Looking at her head, she really gives me P03 impression in appearance based on her "face." So, she wanted to play Technology style, and I like it, but um... I like Beasts style... But wait, to diffuse that, why not try Technology and Beasts? Animsay can use Technology, and I'll use Beasts. And maybe include the Mox vessels and Kaycee's Mod items and cards to make it more interesting.

Ha ha, I cannot believe I came up with a new Mod: Rayas' Mod, Nature versus Technology.

The time of playing it against Animsay, it feels like as if she's the Scrybe of Technology, and I'm the Scrybe of Beasts; P03 versus Leshy. Well, my head shape is confusing, it's a fennec fox head, but it has metal parts (but the cog gear on my head is completely natural... and still natural I am); but based on a quote from the Iron Giant, I can choose who I want to be.... Leshy... So far, the game is going well. And, even using my custom Deathcard for a spin, ha ha! (and then Animsay learned my name that way). Some small talk, as usual (because Animsay is a social butterfly, and I'm trying to be polite)

"Hope you didn't mind that before going in, I heard you talk a storm with Tari." said Animsay. "I'm glad you are opening up. When I met you, you only spoke short sentences..."

I nod in acknowledgement and I say, "I also like games, like Tari."

"Ahem? Animsay..." I heard the familiar voice of R Mr Puzzles. I heard almost everyone stop what they were doing, and waited. (creepy...) His tone sounded... ominous, or slightly annoyed? Did something happened out of the Game Room? He comes into the room (I bring my plushie closer to me), but a few feet away from the table me and Animsay are. And Mr Puzzles somehow makes a gesture for everyone to carry on.

"Ah, hello Boss. I was here all along, just playing with the participants. And definitely not making a ruckus, ha ha." Animsay is telling the truth, she's been here playing Inscryption with me the whole time. Hm... is this... my cue to leave the game with no winner, or do I wait to continue playing since we are tied for 9 minutes? (plus, i have a lost drawing to find) (but I'm curious for another Deathcard, whether the Leshy version or the fancy neon blue Technology base if Animsay loses; if the latter, the "Ani-Bot")

"Is that so? Well... Alright! Just checking where you went to. And the tour wouldn't truly go without the Head of the Social Media Department, yes?" He then turns to look at me (...eyes...). "Has she given you any trouble?" (I think he remembers the courtyard ramble)

"No, not at all," I politely answer with a shake of my head. "We are having fun. The game is going well."

He lightly smiles.

(Wow, I directly spoke to him!)

"Well, then," he turns to Animsay (phew). "Just wanted to say, 18 more minutes before announcing the next voting." I heard that.

So, shortly, there was no winner since Animsay quickly went to play one of the arcade machines, but not before we shook hands as a sign of GG. Though, I noticed she looked at my hand a little longer, as if gazing at it; it's probably nothing. And before I left, after gathering my umbrella and Puzzles Plushie, I went to thank Tari that she got to play one game with someone she enjoyed. She smiles.

Now in the Lobby, with the minutes left for the next vote, I'm feeling a little hungry. I went to the kitchen, and hope there's still something left to eat. Once again, I look around the crowd, and the same silhouette girl is just there, dissociating.... and rubbing her head. Hm... but my body is telling me to eat, or I might starve during the remainder of the Tour.

Alright, not all of the snacks and drinks are gone, because I just witnessed the girl with the horns and red ribbons, Grinnames, raid the kitchen!! (slow down). There's some pizza, some donuts, a bowl with many candy, cheese puffs, water, coffee, tea, soda... So glad none of it ran out, because I quickly scooped what I'll eat before she does; and I'm lucky to find the last slice of an All-cheese Pizza (yummy). While eating my fill, I see her starting to cook. What is it she making? And is that allowed, other than not going up the stairs? Hm... I leave my stuff on a table, and go to near the coffee maker and some packets of tea. I look a little longer, and I found a glass container of powder green tea; matcha. This sparks me an idea. If Grinnames is cooking something, I think I would as well.

Managing to find milk, powdered cinnamon, a bit of syrup, and the tool to make the matcha froth (and search on Google ha ha), I start up to making a matcha latte. I have tasted it before, and it was good, very good. And I'm going to make one... I never made matcha latte...

I glance a little, and Grinnames is cooking... something. Not sure what it is, but hope she knows what she's making. I don't think she looked what I was making; busy much? And, for herself, or for someone? OH, for someone actually. After it is done, she leaves it in the fridge. A surprise...?

Well, as for me... i think I accidentally made too much to be just for me.... i find a pitcher, luckily.

Just as I add the powdered cinnamon as the final touch, I could swear it released a strong earthy aroma; it was good based on the smell filling the kitchen. Did I do it right? Shortly, SMG3 comes into the kitchen, smelling the air. He looks around, and finds me, with the finished matcha latte in a large-enough paper coffee cup; and the left over in a medium size pitcher because I'm not always good with measurements, but final product turning out decent nonetheless. I don't know how to describe the expression, but I hope it isn't what I think because I used some kitchen equipment and stuff from the fridge and pantry; or because it seems during the day wherever he goes, I'm always there somehow (not my intention). I look at Grinnames, and she beams with her eyes; so the dish is a surprise for him?

"What... are you doing?" SMG3 addresses me first, he slowly walks to me. His look and tone... I don't think using the equipment and ingredients in the kitchen is allowed...

Grinnames points to the fridge as a the surprise, but SMG3's attention is solely at me. And not in a good way. His eyes look exhausted... tired..

I have to be honest.

"I... made myself a matcha latte... um... I'll clean the utensils I used before leaving, um..." I'm a wreck... But maybe... "But... do you want some?"

SMG3 looks at me, and the matcha latte in my hand. Um...

He finally grabs it. Smells it a little bit, and finally a sip... And, as he closes his eyes, I thought I saw the shadow in his eyes fade very slowly; or maybe my anxiety is making me see things? What does he think of it?

"This latte... It's good, very good." He says softly, and... a soft smile contrasting his usual Evil Cool persona. "I really needed it."

(I... on the first try...!)

"I... Glad you like it," I sort of couldn't help but, thinking of wanting to hug-

I heard a small growl in the kitchen. It was Grinnames. She looks irritated, but why... Oh! I just took SMG3's attention from the surprise dish, unintentionally. She worked so hard on it! Ugh, how to make it up for it? (and making sure she doesn't hold a grudge on me throughout the tour) Hm...

"Um... the latte isn't the only thing. You see..." Indicating Grinnames, she stops growling. "She and I,... have a surprise we cooked." The girl's expression changes to confusion.

"...You did?" the she asks confused, as if she doesn't know what I'm trying to do.

"We did," I "corrected." I open the fridge, and she takes out the mystery surprise dish after getting the message. Now, she looks anticipated for SMG3 to try the dish; a positive glow in her eyes.

The dish doesn't have a physical description, but I hope it pays off. After cutting a piece for SMG3, and me to try as well (out of politeness and curiosity), and a bite...

"Mmm! This dish is out of the park! I tell you, you two outdid it." He gives the thumbs up, with his iconic smirk.

I admit, the physically indescribable dish is delicious (might ask on how to make it with a little bit of a la Rayas style). My matcha, well, my first time and never done it in my life... it's decent. Grinnames smiles.

I'm glad I made her happy again after clearing the misunderstanding.

"Well, thanks for the surprise girls. The latte and the dish, I'm sure the Gang will like it. I appreciate it." He leaves...

(I guess my matcha is part of the surprise then...)

Now alone in the kitchen...

"Do you have brain damage?" Grinnames asks me. Guess she's still confused.

"Um... what?" (don't have brain damage, but does the cog gear on my head makes it look like that?)

"I didn't see you helping me with my cooking. Or did you secretly help me, because you're some sort of mysterious good Samaritan?"

I chuckle lightly.

"Well..." I explained how much she worked on the surprise dish for SMG3 and the Gang, and it was unfair that SMG3 didn't noticed it first. And that I wanted to clear the misunderstanding and made sure SMG3 finds the surprise. Her dish, it's delicious! She understood, and smiles (those teeth...)

"I'm Rayas," I extend my hand for a handshake.

"I'm Grinnames" we shake hands (hello Grinnames)

(I think I made another friend in the tour group)

Well, I think it's almost time for the next vote? Before leaving the kitchen, I serve myself my matcha from the leftover in a paper coffee cup after drinking my first round (offscreen); a smaller one to take to make it last for the Gang. And not forgetting to wash the utensils used, and clean everything, I remember. I grab my umbrella and plushie, and head to the lobby. And, Animsay has not popped up in the kitchen (sorry...).

Hm... the drawing wasn't in the kitchen so...

"Hey"

I look, and it's SMG3. He gestures me to talk to me. He still has not finished the matcha latte I made.

"You got something stuck on your back."

Oh? I reached behind and... It's my drawing! Did it got stuck moments before leaving the kitchen. I hope it wasn't facing for the world to see... luckily it isn't (not sure how one member of the SMG3 Gang will react to the existence of other places... and other Puzzles...). I quickly pocket it (and making sure it is tucked in the right place this time), and I thank SMG3 for spotting it but while being vague what it is. But before turning around...

"I got to say... you aren't so bad."

"Oh?"

"Well... you made me at least like a Pokemon from the anime you picked. The Houndour..."

"Well, the Houndour is a dark type... And there's more with that type."

"Exactly... When you made that Pomeranian sneeze at the game room, Oh I never thought I would laugh my a** off. There are times during filming I don't get to see something really REALLY funny happening to laugh at. The way your head shook and your hair frizzing up were the best."

He was the one who made the Mutahar Laugh alright. Glad I made him laugh. I giggle at that.

"Lastly, other than the dish you and Grinnames made, that matcha latte... it made me feel less exhausted and much calmer. Making myself less tired for the next filming deadlines to come...," he pauses for a moment as if realizing he's bringing up his work, but brushes it. "Besides, I'm sure the Gang will love the dish and latte. They will need it just as I." (awww)

I smile hopefully. And i think now... I can give him questions now.

"I'm glad you are, SMG3. I admit, I was nervous around you after the incident with the staircase... but I think I'm feeling ready to ask. H-Here it goes... What do you think of the tour so far?"

SMG3 ponders for a moment. Scratching the back of his neck (Is that missing texture on his... oh, right)

"... Honestly, a bit weary; and maybe still. I won't get into detail, but as the head of the film department, and as editor and actor, it can get a bit much. Sometimes when getting ready to some big event, you try your best to have enough rest and rehearsed. I think it's the nerves. As of the Tour right now, a lot of people being strangers... I think... I thought this will be like... too much at first. People all from around, and imagining getting more tired as you try to answer their questions. But... the right answer for that..." SMG3 looks at me with a calm look. he sips the final ounces of the matcha. "Not too bad at all. Not everyone here is... weird. It's just being them. Again, thanks for the matcha latte and dish. Um... I called you earlier "robo-fox umbrella girl," so... what is your name?"

"You are welcome SMG3. My name is Rayas." SMG3 smiles.

"Heh, I noticed you aren't much of a talker before, but hey. You warmed up."

Well, he doesn't think it's all bad; but when I saw his tired expression, he probably thought he couldn't go on with it. But if he found the tour not bad at all... I wonder if its because of me, a visitor, going on tour with everyone... I smile at the fact at least I and Grinnames, help make something for the Gang. I wonder if SMG3 figured out, that I'm in the spectrum with the last comment.

As SMG3 goes to throw the cup to the trash, Boopkins shows up and comes to me.

"Hi, I heard the tour group will be leave soon, so since I gave you the honors to pick an anime, here's a little present." Boopkins reaches from a pocket, and takes out an acrylic Pichu Brothers keychain. I'm... speechless. But I thank him and accept the present.

"Thanks... Boopkins" I say before he indicates me to bend down. He gives me a side hug... and then he skips happily elsewhere.

I.... i....

(is this allowed or....?)

And shortly after that, Tari comes over.

"Hello Rayas." she greets me, before she reaches for something in her pocket. "Here, glad to have played with you."

Tari hands me... the custom DeathCard she helped me make after our Inscryption game?

"Um... I... Tari... I don't know what to say...."

"It's okay. Besides, I also made a copy of your Deathcard. The one you have is a token, you earned it!" Tari gives me the thumbs up and she hugs me. And doing my best to keep my stuff while hugging back. Seems things are going well. (but the silhouette girl has not left my mind). She leaves as well.

Meggy looks over, and as soon as she sees me, she smiles and gives me the thumbs up. I smile and follow the gesture.

Um... am I getting an exclusive farewell event? Or have I become a sympathy/empathic magnet? (and maybe a Animsay magnet...?) Well, the least I can do is be polite. I look at the little presents.

SMG3 then comes over after taking the paper cup of his finished latte to the kitchen trash... so, now what?

"Welp, guess I better do some last minute QnA," he then looks at me. "Voting time will be happening soon, so you better get with the group."

SMG3 looks at the gifts. He raises an eyebrow, and immediately puts it together. His eye roll expression is pretty comical. I lightly giggle, as I put the gifts in my vest pocket.

For a moment, I stretch my hand for a handshake; he's the last one to give me a handshake. The hugs might be optional for him, knowing him. He indeed does shake my hand.

Well, seeing him with a smile (despite still looking tired) before leaving to walk around for some participants to gather around him... things seem to go fine.

Everyone starts to gather for the next voting.

"ALRIGHT, (ouch my ears) NEXT VOTE STARTS NOW!” announced Mr Puzzles.

Oh boy, I almost dropped my matcha latte and umbrella and plushie. I expected for it to be loud, but still... After two participants mark their vote, I was about to... when the silhouette girl with the heart eye comes in quickly and leaves in a hurry. Um... As I mark my vote, I saw her grab a bottle of water and went to the bathroom.

A part of me wanted to see what was wrong, another was to leave it... And the other part... I have to go in case there aren't bathroom breaks for the remainder of the tour; y-yeah. So... I waited a little, until I walked to the outside of the bathroom; it appears she's taking long. I was about to knock, when my sensitive hearing heard... something being thrown, and what appears to be... crying? Is she okay...? I lightly knock on the door.

"Hello?... Um...," but I carefully think, and as sounding to not rushing things to the girl on the other side of the door (even if I'm starting to feel the need to go). "Take your time... I... I'm not in a rush."

....No answer.

I think, Lucian picked up the fact I needed to go and went to check; pretty sure he wants everyone ready before heading to the next department. I wonder if he knows her...

His head shows the word, "U ok?"

"I am. But... I think want to wait until whoever is in there leaves. They're.... not sounding well. My... bathroom break can hold."

Hm... is there... something I can do, without her knowing she has my attention, but at the same time make her feel better? I want to avoid being nosy, and I don't want that. Plus, the look she was showing looked hostile... And as for me, I'm sensitive. I look at my untouched matcha latte. And then at Lucian. (I trust him since the return of my drawing)

"Um... would you like some matcha latte?" I asked. (Should have phrased it as gifting the latte as repayment for the recovery of my lost drawing, but my heart was in a different place)

"It's nice, but I already drank something. So no, but thanks for the offer."

Well, if he doesn't, maybe... the silhouette girl would want it?

"Um, okay... could you... give it to whoever is in the bathroom once they leave?," Lucian's "face" shows a question mark. "But I cannot let them know I'm giving it to them, and that I crafted it. Since I don't know how... they'll react towards me. J-Just give it to them. And then tell me what they think of it. Just say, someone (me) offered you the matcha latte, and... um... Uh... Yeah, that you already drank something before... um... C-Could you... please do that?"

......

"I could try, but no promises."

"Thanks, Lucian. And thanks for returning my drawing." I lightly smile. Lucian gives a thumbs up.

I hear the knob move, and the silhouette girl comes out. I quickly go in, but a quick glance from the corner of my eye caught what appears to have been dried tears on her face. Well... the need to go is starting to nag, so... you know...

(Why did I decided to wear suspenders under the vest? Because I thought it would be stylish even when the vest covers them)

I looked around the bathroom, and it appears slightly more furnished. I saw a crumbled water bottle on the floor further away... (what happened?)

Sigh... I just hope I did the right thing at the right time... And I hope I don't get myself in trouble in other's affairs; but my heart... is too big. But at least, she doesn't know; she won't know.

I quickly hurry up to get ready. I fix my vest when my drawing (somehow) falls out of the inner vest pocket. Okay... i just hope it doesn't randomly fly away into the possibly half closed window of the bath-

......!

....... crap.

I hear knocking on the other side of the bathroom. I heard the voice of Lucian. It's time to go.

I exit the restroom after washing my hands (and easing my anxiety as best as possible). And gathering my things. Subconsciously, I chose not to look at Lucian, and the silhouette girl. I'm too scared to see what transpired while I was in the bathroom; or what has yet to transpire. I hug my Puzzles plushie and umbrella for comfort.

I hope everything will turn out fine.

So... I learned, everyone will be heading to the Social Media Department. And Animsay is the head of said department...

Oh boy...

(And I still have a drawing to recover for what's left of the tour.)

Everyone slowly head outside for a moment, basking in the sun for the final verdict. And then I open my umbrella; it makes me feel safe under it. One last look back, I see the SMG3 wave back. Ha ha! I could tell briefly they saw me in the crowd.

Recalling the good things to ease my nerves, I recall all of the good things I did with the SMG3 Gang; and I place a hand on my vest's pocket, where the little gifts are. With the leftover matcha latte of mine and Grinnames' dish, I'm feeling hopeful they will enjoy it. And making another friend in the tour group.

Just, focus on the bright side, and wait for the good things to come.

But if something goes wrong... There's that bridge I'll keep crossing to reach the other side.

___________

Author's notes: I went overkill with this ONE!! More fun and longer than the last. No drawings this time, but a custom Card based on the game Inscryption, with Rayas in it. Plus, for the first time, I directly discussed with someone over each sona's actions. Hope it all goes well for another one.

Well, she lost her drawing again....

The lost drawing in question below...

(Between The Star and AV Puzzles is Astro by @the-masked-astro , one of the participants on the tour) All Ocs/AUs belong to their owners and can be found here Puzzlevision Mass Attack)

Note about the drawing. In the story, her drawing is impervious to getting destroyed/damaged, and the only one who can is Rayas since she made it. So, anyone not from her home or herself, it's like stretching an unbreakable rubber band.

Note, interactions available, but comment/dm first. Plus, if anything, I might slightly change the story here.

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