#Rhythm Game RP

[awesomeuchuu]

Muselist & Rules (PDF)

Mature Ensemble Stars Multi-muse, loved by Gottis ♥

(we ignore that I misspelled my own URL in the promo)

@awesomeuchuu is the correct one >_>

[rhythmnbombos]

[mike77tmb]

Cloi: Guys! Guys! Look at this!

Rasteria: What is it? Not another one of your inventions, is it?

Cloi: Oh, it's even better.

Vibri: Tell me! Tell Vibri!

Cloi: Our director now finally owns a copy of your game, Vibri!

Vibri: Wow!!! That's the greatest news I have ever heard!

Rasteria: It really is!

Henrick: Wat es gebert? (what's going on?)

Vibri: You heard the news? Our director has brought one of the many copies of my game!

Henrick: ...

Vibri: Ehhh... Henrick?

Henrick: ... Get the Philips W00X amplifier, WE ARE GOING TO PARTY LIKE IT'S THE YEAR 2000, BABY!

Everyone cheered, and readied the Philips W00X amplifier, and played 2000's hits, from artists like Sonique, Michael Jackson, and many others.

[botboy-3000]

I wonder if you would enjoy seeing clips of professional players from our universe?

OOOOO YES!! Some of you are so amazing at your favorite games, it's like watching a lot of Idias play their favorite games! It's so diversified, and so so very cool :]

[ask-kurusu-syo]

Kazuki Nishina Street Beauty Icons

[am-i-sans]

Really? Have you ever played guitar hero?

oh yeah that games great!

say when are they coming out with another?

[mike77tmb]

Vibri: Wow...

Henrick: this... Is art...

Cloi: Well said, well said...

Rasteria: The colors, the hint of abstractness, and everything nice.

my vib-ribbon piece for @kutrzine!!! go check it out!!!

[noxinara]

Obey Me! Brothers and what kind of games I think they'd play

this is a very biased list (and long post) based off of games that I've played before :) (jk its really not biased, just games I think they would play!) I made this because I couldn't sleep last night and had brain worms-- Will probably make one for the dateables sometime soon, but this list is just the brothers!

Lucifer

Traditional Board Games.

There have been MANY times where he's been playing various board games with you, Diavolo, and Simeon.

Gets VERY competitive over games like Sorry!, Monopoly, Trouble.... Candy Land???

Will only let Diavolo win.

Shows no mercy to anyone else, including you. Sorry, love.

Card Games.

Particularly amazing at Poker. He would not let Mammon know this... until you guys have an in-house Poker night and he literally takes all??? Has the best poker face you've ever seen.

Won't even let you guys beat him at Uno or Go Fish. Boooooooo.

Puzzle Games.

I could see Luci being very good at Tetris for some reason?

One time Levi challenged him to the game to try and get out of going to RAD one day...

Let's just say he had to go to RAD that day and also had to stay over on cleaning duty. Courtesy of getting absolutely DESTROYED.

Controversial Pick: Rhythm Games.

I could 100000% see Luci tearing up some OSU! But only when all of the brothers are asleep and he's completed most of his work.

They help him unwind.

...Was that rhythmic tapping you heard when walking by his office late one night..? Interesting.

You saw him wearing Levi's VR headset playing Beat Saber one day.

No, you will NOT bring it up and you will NOT let him know of that video you took.

Oh. You posted it on Fab Snap?

Good luck. You're gonna need it.

Mammon

Gambling Games/Apps.

Where I live you can just gamble from home because it's legal to have and play gambling apps?

He would have SO many on his D.D.D. They're taking up so much of his storage space.

Plays them a lot when you're around because he thinks that you're his good luck charm.

He also goes on a lot of Horse Racing and Sports Betting sites...

It got so bad that Lucifer had to figure out how to IP block him from these. it doesn't stop him--

Gacha Games.

Has absolutely insane luck for some reason??? Only on gacha games, tho.

Has definitely played Genshin Impact and Honkai Starrail because of Levi.

He got those 5 star and Ultra Rare pulls he wanted in his first 1-10 pulls? But you? It took you over 100 pulls to get what you wanted. WTF?????

You swear he must be cheating the system somehow. There is NO WAY.

Racing Games.

Particularly the ones that you can have a full racing setup for.

He's splurged thousands of Grimm on this.

Gran Turismo? Forza? F1? iRacing? He has them all.

He is VERY picky about who he lets touch his decked out setup... He'll let you use it any time you want, though. :) You're his treasure, ofc

Controversial Pick: Old School MMOs

Definitely played Old School RuneScape or Black Desert Online or Classic WoW and created gold farming empires.

Doesn't even do end game content, he's just a guild leader making bank off the work of his members.

He probably hosts fun events though.

Would definitely be the kind of guy that makes up scavenger hunts/fashion shows/trivia nights/etc. and gives out sick prizes...

Might also rig these to make sure you or his officers win the best prizes. How sweet.

Leviathan

He is literally THE gamer.

There probably isn't a single genre of game he hasn't played.

His favorite games are definitely MMORPGs and Visual Novels/Dating Sims/Bishojos/Gal games.

Could see him as a raid lead in all of the biggest MMOs like WoW, FFXIV and GW2.

He also 100% visits the degenerate RP server places like Moon Guard's Goldshire and Balmung's Quicksand.

He's definitely not a BLUSHING MESS and rushing to close his game if you catch him in one of these places!!! He would never go there!!! Oh... you want to join him? DEFINITELY NOT.

He would get too jealous of anyone daring to look at you to even let you breath in the vicinity of these degen realms.

He's also done plenty of MMO Ironman challenges and was one of the first people to complete Classic Hardcore WoW entirely solo. Didn't even group for dungeons. What a MAN.

Bishojo/Gal games are his guilty pleasure, how could they not be?

He gets all the waifus with none of the jealousy, right???

What do you mean he picks the same one every time? He can't just cheat on them MC!!

Loves JRPGs and Soulslike games.

Has definitely beaten Elden Ring more times than he can count. Knows literally all of the ins, outs, and secrets and is eagerly anticipating the DLC.

Has probably played every single Final Fantasy game and beaten them all. Would very much have a soft spot for FF4, FF7, and FF9.

Could definitely see him playing MOBAs and 4x strategy/Grand strategy games.

He's not the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy for nothin'. He knows strategy games like the back of his hand.

The only brother that ever rivals him in strategic knowledge is Satan. (and Lucifer, but we're talking about GAMES here.)

He spends countless hours on League of Legends.

He mains JG/Mid and gets very toxic.

Has favorite characters, but honestly just plays whatever is in meta.

Owns every skin for Ahri, Lux, Katarina, Evelynn, and Akali.

He's definitely in Challengers.

Would 100% make a Smurf account if you wanted to play and would duo bot with you.

He'd play ADC and do anything to protect you, his loving support.

Would not be toxic in your games (unless you are too).

Faker who???

Controversial pick: Casual Mobile Games

Played Flappy Bird all the time when it was popular, still has a cracked copy on his D.D.D... I don't think anyone is beating his high score.

He's got a ridiculous amount of hours on Candy Crush, Angry Birds, and Fruit Ninja.

Would throw his D.D.D into his fish tank and have Henry 2.0 guard it before he'd ever let you catch him on one of these 'normie' games...

But... he secretly likes them so much.

Satan

Hear me out, Satan would be a SUCKER for CYOA (Choose-your-own-adventure)/IF (Interactive Fiction) text games.

Would have Choice of Games, Hosted Games, and Heart's Choice hidden on his D.D.D.

He LOVES immersing himself in story games and creating various MCs.

Oh, look! An RO that reminds him of you? Don't mind him self-inserting.

Probably has character sheets made for his favorite MCs. 

Will play through his favorite stories many, many times.

It all started with Choice of the Deathless and now he owns every game on each platform? (I'm jealous)

Also goes on Dashing Don... What do you MEAN author hasn't finished this story yet? AAAA-

Detective/Mystery/Escape Rooms Games.

I don't think any explanation is needed here. It's just who he is.

Would definitely get all of his brothers (minus Lucifer) together to do a virtual escape room... Unfortunately, it became so chaotic they never finished it. Oh well.

Once played Phasmophobia with Levi, Beel, and Belphie. Was very proud of himself for figuring out the ghost... Definitely did not sacrifice his brothers for the info.

Life Sims.

Specifically ones that let you own or are centered around cats.

Has played every single Sims game and bought their cat and dogs expansions.

Definitely did NOT recreate you and himself with 6 cute cats!!!

He did NOT get the mod that extends household size so that you two could own 97 cats. He wouldn't do that, no way!!!

...Was there actually a baby in the household, too..? Why did it have his hair and your eyes...? SATAN?!?!

you know the Catz DS game? He owned every single version and will NOT let you touch them... Okay. Maybe he gave into letting you touch them, but ONLY when he's supervising!

Very much enjoys RTS Games.

He's scarily good at games like StarCraft Brood Wars/2, the Age of Empires franchise, or Rise of Nations.

He's also gotten into 4x games like Stellaris and Civ. Thanks, Levi.

Don't try and challenge him, he can beat the hardest bots and WIN... THE BOTS LITERALLY CHEAT.

HOW DOES HE DO IT? 

Controversial Pick: Fighting Games

Specifically games like Guilty Gear, Street Fighter, Tekken, BlazBlue, etc. Courtesy of Levi again. Thanks, Levi.

It helps him temper his wrath.

He'll sometimes play Mortal Kombat just for the finishers?? Why is he this way?

He could spend hours learning all the combos and tech of his favorite characters.

Has created himself some tech books and would only show them to you, esp. if you showed interest in learning the games with him!

I could see him and Levi settling disputes by doing best 3 out of 5 1v1s against each other.

Could see him maining Giovanna or Leo from GGST? Tends to prefer rushdown characters. (this one is completely biased, i named my cat after Giovanna from GG--)

Asmodeus

Dress-up/Fashion/Stylist Games.

SuitU, Love Nikki, Covet Fashion - you name it.

He has all of them on his D.D.D and will shell out major Grimm to get any outfit he likes.

Might try to make the outfits he gets in these games for himself and you, because you're the perfect model!

Has a lot of fun with it and might try and talk you into playing with him.

Will definitely post amazing outfits he makes in-game on Devilgram. Will also post countless photos and videos of you two modeling those outfits he brings to life.

...NSFW/Eroge Games.

Not gonna go into detail on these ones because you already know what I mean.

Enjoys playing those games that haunt the front pages of my Steam.

Would proudly play them in front of you to laugh at how ridiculous they are sometimes (as long as you're 18+)

Like Satan, I could see him enjoying Life Sims...

Unlike Satan, it's not because he wants animals.

Plays games like the Sims, Stardew Valley, and Sun Haven.

Self-inserts himself and will romance EVERYONE.

Has the mods where you can marry every single villager and the bed mod that makes your bed MASSIVE so all your husbands and wives can sleep with you.

Made a Sims save with just himself romping around town... No sim is safe from Asmo.

Also has a Sims save with you and him that he openly enjoys more. It has both of you enjoying that Sims Nightlife as celebrities and living in a MASSIVE mansion he custom decorated.

Will also play any Visual Novel/Dating Game that is recommended to him by Levi.

Bonus points if it never shows the MC so he can self-insert himself.

Controversial pick (in this case, not really): VR Games

Specifically things like VRChat or Chillout VR.

Would be extraordinarily popular and have custom avatars of HIMSELF made with so many toggles that it'll make your head spin.

He would always be hanging out in night club or bar worlds.

Occasionally Mammon joins him.

Sometimes he also invites you to join him~! (Would not like it if people started hanging all over you, tho, and would probably bring you to a hot home world with just you and him if that happened...)

Beelzebub

Sports games.

No doubts about this one.

Could definitely see him playing FIFA or Madden.

Levi thinks these are SUPER normie games and is offended to have them in the house.

Beel doesn't care.

Ooo, they made a game of Fangol?!?! He becomes an expert so fast, you have no idea. Would 100% teach you how to play with him.

Loves Cooking Games or Food-themed Games...

He just can't play them for long, however.

One time you got him to play Cooking Mama with you, Luke, Simeon, and Solomon but you had to stop because he got so hungry that he was trying to eat the television????

Would have to bring in MANY snacks and vow to make dishes from the games if you wanted to play these with him around... Which is a shame because he genuinely enjoys them. 

I could see him loving Multiplayer Party/Minigame Games like Mario Party or WarioWare.

You mean he gets to play silly mini games with all of his favorite people?

He doesn't care if he wins, he just loves having you guys around.

Almost always comes in last place when he's playing with you, Belphie, and Levi but that's okay. The faces you guys make when you get your stars are worth it.

Controversial pick (and I mean this one is VERY controversial): FPS games

Now, I know what you're thinking. Beel is a gentle giant and wouldn't play these types of games...

But! I could see him forming 5 stacks with you and his brothers in games like CS2 and Valorant and being scarily good because of his amazing hand-eye coordination and reaction times?

Like he and Levi could easily carry you guys to high Asc/Low Immortal lobbies.

He would just play fill when everyone's around, but his mains would be Kay-O and Breach.

He would always be the initiator in Counter-Strike, following Levi's IGL calls perfectly.

He would also probably love playing games like Squad or Modern Warfare or Battlefield with all of his brothers, you + the dateables.

Belphie

Our resident Horror Game lover.

They give him ideas on how to prank his brothers dreams.

Once made Mammon go through Outlast in his dreams (nightmares??).

You better run, little pig.

But he genuinely enjoys them... When he can stay awake through them.

Hey, you, why don't you just play for him?

Loved playing through games like Amnesia... Unfortunately for you, his love for puzzle psychological horror probably contributed to how he acted in Act 16 OM--

Loves Psychological Dramas and those Interactive Media Games.

You know. The ones where you're combing through footage or watching videos and making choices to find out the hidden/deeper/darker meanings?

He LOVES those.

Usually has you or his brothers playing for him. It's most likely Satan.

You all get equally invested.

Idle Games.

He can run these while he's asleep.

There's nothing more to be said. 

These are the simplest type of games there are....

He's probably got a cookie empire.

Has a soft spot for Kart Racing Games.

Will regularly be in the room when you, Levi, Beel or Mammon are playing.

He's honestly pretty good at them??

When he's not falling asleep behind the wheel that is.

Controversial pick: Auto Battlers

These are games like TFT, Hearthstone Battlegrounds, and DOTA's Auto Chess.

He naps in between rounds and wakes up in 20s increments to prepare for his turn... Why does he have the timing down to a tee???

You're sure you've even seen him pick perfectly in his sleep??? How does he do it?????

Regularly comes in the Top 4, usually first or second. 

What do you mean he's a Challenger TFT player??? Wtf how???

Will not coach you if you ask, but you're free to watch!

Will definitely cuddle with you the whole time he's playing these.

All Brothers, with a bonus YOU!

I could honestly see them ALL enjoying CRPGs as a group.

They always get the mods that let you increase your party size.

Went through Baldur's Gate 3 with you on your recommendation.

They all fought over who would get to play Astarion and Mammon won?!?!

Satan got Gale

Beel got Karlach

Levi was Laz'ael

Lucifer was Wyll

Belphie got Shadowheart

And Asmo made a Dark Urge Bard that looked exactly like himself????

He literally doesn't even make any Dark Urge decisions.

He doesn't want blood staining his clothes. 😔

You got to choose whatever you wanted though!

You took the Dark Urge from Asmo and he just played a normal, flirty bard with impeccable fashion sense.

This playthrough took MONTHS and MONTHS... but you all had a blast!

Literally.

You cannot count the number of times Satan 'accidentally' hit you with fire balls. (He claims he was aiming for Lucifer.)

Lucifer somehow ended up getting you all the luckiest ending? How did he roll 3 nat 20s?????

You're on to play Divinity: Original Sin II next...

Satan has already claimed Fane.

[jonahsbf]

⊹ ﹒ len 's introduction ! !

dear readers,

hii, welcome to my intro. ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

my name is len, but u can also call me milo. i'm a trans boy (AFAB), i'm gay, my pronouns are he/they, my personality type is INFP-T, and i live in europe.

my hobbies and interests include sleeping, photography, art (drawing, painting, and sketching), literature (writing and reading), music (alternative music, indie music, k-pop, visual kei, etc.), baking, movies and series, gaming (games like roblox and minecraft, rhythm games, etc.), vocaloid, fashion and aesthetics, sanrio, animals (especially cats), animanga, audio rp, liminal spaces, stars (stargazing, constellations, etc.), and more.

i'd like to ask those who fall under the basic dni criteria to not interact.

i try to be active as much as possible on here, but i'm a lot more active on discord and insta. if u'd like to get my accounts on there, feel free to ask.

my posts are going to be mostly (if not exclusively) about or related to jonah, andrew marston, xanthus claiborne, alex, and isaac rhoades from the sakuverse !!

i'm going to post sakuverse-related stories/fanfictions and fanart here, but kindly keep in mind that i'm still both a beginner writer and artist.

thanks for reading.

with loving regards, len ★

request rules

[kinglykitty]

i #need some undertale fandom friends pls!!! 😁 i have much thoughts on my mind about undertale that i would like to share with the World .... and it would be fun to have some friends to go back and forth about it with!

if u have discord and want to be friends, hmu 💯

DNI —

- NO proshippers Please. if u make and/or consume content of incest, pedophilia, or SA i am uncomfortable with talking to you

- bigoted in any way. i support everyone as long as they are not causing harm. pls be a kind and open minded person

- obvious stuff but yeah just be a Decent person! i block freely

🦇🕸️*. ABOUT ME:

what is upppp i'm Blade 👍

evil wretched vampire king of the night . king of t he junjle. half demon half angel / DONT TOUCH MY TAIL

18, would prefer ppl close to my age please

nonbinary & chill w any terms (masc, neu, or fem). preferably use he/him, but u can interchangeably use any pronouns on Occasion. as a treat

i can talk rlly sexually so please lmk if that makes u uncomfortable 😭😭

im autistic and have social anxiety so relationships are a bit difficult for me 😅 pls be patient 🙏

i loveee love love love undertale it has been my special interest for ~8 years now! wow! it's all i ever think of and want to talk abt and it takes up my whole mind!!! it's the very most important thing to me ��😁

i mostly am into utmv / undertale AUs

i am crazy for sansshipping it's mostly what i talk about

very autistic for dreamtale, something new, and the bad sanses. all are a special interest atp VERY important to me!!!!!!

kross, driller/kreme whatever, horrordust, bsp, probably more Enthusiast

i've been selfshipping for like 7 or so years now. cross xtale is my wonderful husband 👍 NONSHARING BTW

i would love to have ppl to talk to about my selfship dattebayo

I LOVE TO ROLEPLAY!!!! PLEASE RP SANS YAOI WITH ME MY FRIEND... JOIN ME

🖤 OTHER INTERESTS:

gothic literature, and reading/writing in general is a social interest of mine!! i love love reading and books and 😊 Mary Shelley's Frankenstein is probably my favorite book!!!! i also love Edgar Allen Poe and Bram Stoker's Dracula!

ANIMANGA: mob psycho 100, evangelion, jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, jojo's bizarre adventure

GAMES: DELTARUNE OF COURSE!! i also like visual novels, SONIC, rhythm games (like pjsk or bandori), the sims, splatoon

HOBBIES: reading 😊, crochet, coding, roleplaying, writing

MISC: i like cats 🙂↕️ and knives are cool

sorry this is long Lol. hope we can be friends ! 🐈

[standbowed]

Hachi allows the almost-swear to pass with a badly-suppressed smile. She thinks about reassuring the other that it's fine, really, but figures that will just draw more attention to it.

At any rate, when Hikari rounds on her with those bright, enthusiastic eyes (Hachi thinks this is a sort of role reversal--usually she's the one looking at Hikari with that sort of starry gaze) and starts digging around in her purse, Hachi tips her head down curiously to watch. When Hikari comes up short and simply conjures a familiar pair of sticks--bachi, for taiko drumming, she knew the look of them well from her (fruitless, short-lived) childhood dreams of learning the art proper (which her mother had swiftly vetoed, maybe due to the noise)--Hachi's mouth pops open in surprise. It then inches wider in delight as the older woman makes mention of the drumming game. Hachi bounces in place, brimming with sudden enthusiasm--that they're kindred spirits in this unexpected way is quite exciting. She nods frantically at Hikari's invitation to play a round together, as if afraid that the offer will be withdrawn if she isn't quick to snap it up, shuffling that comically large plush into the crook of one arm (and over the shoulder) once more to gesture freely with the other hand.

"Of--of course…!" She manages to blurt before the topic turns back to the current matter--or rather, the current games--at hand. She's warmed by the reassurance Hikari levels her with after her question, and takes a moment to mull it over. Brows furrowing, her face turns earnestly serious, and she tries to project some semblance of determined confidence as she says, "Then--maybe one of the throwing games to start? I'm curious about learning any sort of technique there... Even if it's no good on these semi-rigged games, I think it's still worth learning, right? While we're over there, we might be able to ask the vendors if there are any cork-shooting games around here, too--oh, but let me know if you're getting hungry! I'd like to treat you to some food, at least, so just say the word...!"

"Fu-- ehm, frick, I sure hope so," She says, nearly forgetting to self-censor her hard swears. Don't mess with Texas in a cork-gun game. Or any related gun game. Her gaze was twisting around idly, catching sight of the food stalls and thinking how amazing something like shaved ice would be right now-- but when Hachi mentioned rhythm games, she did a full 180 degree turn to her. Her eyes were lit up like a house-wide Christmas display, violet iris glimmering and housing a pupil about as big as a cat that spotted something nice would have. All that was missing was a delighted 'ekekeke'.

"Don't-- don't yank m'chain here, don't get me excited--!" Hikari actually drops her purse and starts digging through it, only to mutter a disappointed swear. Her eyes cut around to make sure no one was watching. When she was satisfied, she let water pool in her hands to grow a pair of softwood bachi. "I play Taiko no Tatsujin-- unseated from the high score for three years runnin'!" Of course, she had a bit of experience from high school band class before her illustrious musical career was cut short after she dropped out. "You'd better promise me we'll play a round together sometime, alright?"

She sheepishly clears her throat and folds her bachi back into her purse, contemplative as she breaks out of hyperfixation-mode. "Well, it's all about tryin' t'circumvent the rigs moreso than actually tryin' t'do it like y'see it. Y'wanna try the scoop first an' then see to the throwin' games, or y'wanna try the latter first? I'll be behind you every step've the way."

[istharoth]

In love with a 2-D Character?! Obscuary Edition!

Blurb: In which you are a character in a popular game the Tokyo debunker boys are coincidentally in love with.

Edward Hart

Granted his favourite character was not part of the selection when the game was first released, he chose Romeo's favourite character.

Why? Because he's seen one (1) fanart of you and Romeo's favourite character looked similar to you.

ABSOLUTELY LOVES YOU, you're so. You're hilarious, he absolutely gets everything you do.

Fandom-wise, he's pretty lax about everything, even in-game farming.

He cannot access the next chapter? Oh well, YouTube it is.

But he's a whale. Uses the Obscuary bar profits to pull on your banner

Gets you maxed out!!

He's the biggest fan of everything fandom. Fanfiction, videos, art, edits. Everything.

He even enjoys watching character discourse because it's amusing.

Isn't addicted to the game, just addicted to hearing your voice.

Has Rui and Lyca go to comic-cons to buy merch of you. Probably has used super-chats on your va if they stream.

He just wants to show his support

(Too much support that the va has made a specific message for him in your voice.)

Probably the biggest supporter of rps too, he enjoys all the headcanons

Rui Mizuki

Sweet sweet Rui, he doesn't usually play otome games. (he's going into this thinking it's an otome game.)

Is kinda disappointed he can't vr it out

Does not choose you as his first choice, chose the first character on screen because he accidentally pressed them

laments it after meeting you in Chapter 1! Your banners take way too long and he has horrendous luck

Your SR won't come home, it's one thing but why won't your R card come home either!? (This is me ranting. Rui come home :<)

Is the victim of many lost 50/50 + banner ending when he needed one more 10 pull for a guaranteed character.

Drinks made after you are an absolute must.

Is the kind of person who is very active in a fandom then just disappears for a while and becomes very active again.

YEAH during that activity, he's leaving kudos/comments on every fanfiction. Maybe he's even writing a few, but won't post them. They're for his own eyes + i feel he's very cautious about showing his art.

Because art essentially is a part of you, and even the drinks he creates are all carefully catered to someone's tastes. Similar to his writing and art, he's just not very keen on showing it.

Re-reads his own work though, just to giggle about it.

Lyca Colt

Omg, wait, he's a bit confused about the entire game, the rhythm game especially but he gets the hang of it.

Gets pouty when he can't do a mission, and that stops him from continuing to read the story.

But! Anyways, onto you.

Likes your design + thinks you're kinda cool.

(IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DEVASTATED WITH WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU IN THE STORY.)

Trad fanartist Lyca? Trad fanartist Lyca.

in cons, he's seeing them in the artist lane, he's getting sales made for your future banners. (Obscuary funds are an afterthought)

Also one of the "Pulls for everyone, doesn't really care who he gets but has a few characters he will avoid pulling.)

He's the type to get jealous when someone else likes you.

You know the "Please respect mine and Gojo's space, we're married and I don't like you shipping yourself with him," (Paraphrased) YEAH, that but not exactly like that. He's just keeping the jealously inside.

Probably really chill about the game. Doesn't really read fanfiction.

He just sees Rui or Ed read some, reads one passage, likes it and draws it out.

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[rhythmnbombos]

[wc-confessions]

My opinions on WC custom made names:

THEY DONT HAVE TO BR FANCY TO BE MEMORABLE

I Rp in several Roblox games, discord servers, and used to rp irl when I was in grade school, and there is always a person who names their character something like “Daydreaming’Anarchy” (not kidding, that was a name in a WC server I was in recently).

While you can pick the names you like, it’s much easier to both remember the names and type the names effectively if you go for something that doesn’t take up an eighth of a row of text.

Some names I absolutely adore that were fan made and easy to read as well as write were things like, “finch’Fire”, “Hawk’Soar”, “Sweet’Bloom”, and “Lynx’Wail”.

Some complex names are absolutely fine! Give me the butterfly prefix all day long! But don’t make names so complex that it throws off any rhythm a person typing may be in to sound out your Name.

Also, people, please stop using the most complex vocabulary you can think of for simple things. Stop calling the forehead of your cat its crown! Kids don’t know what it means other than a literal crown and assume your cat is wearing one. 🤦🏽

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[noellevanious]

Oh yeah, thoughts since I finished the main storymode on Hard for Hi-fi Rush:

If you like Stylish Action/3D action games at all (think DMC, Bayonetta, even God Hand), it's an easy recommend.

Lots of rambling that I might turn into a review/essay below the cut:

Gameplay is almost perfect. Seriously might be my favorite Stylish action game. I mentioned it before but the added rhythm adds a beautiful layer that other games lacked, where it felt like every fight was challenging, even when I knew how to optimize my movement and tools.

Story is incredibly basic with almost no twist, which kind of surprised me. It's got the same story beats as No Straight Roads (which IMO does everything EXCEPT the gameplay better), but with a lot less spice. Not necessarily a bad thing (everything else was basically perfect), but I'll be interested to see what they do for a plot, should they actually make the sequel.

Characters/Non-story writing is fine. Perfectly serviceable. I appreciate how they didn't have any hinted love interest stuff, outside the one lesbian moment when Korsica complimented Peppermint. I wasn't a fan of Zanzo just being "Remember THIS Jojo moment??" though (though I enjoyed how they included the Golden Wind punch panel).

Voice-acting was whatever. I like Sungwon Cho but he didn't fit as the character he played, and everybody else just felt kinda bland, nobody's delivery really stood out to me outside of Korsica's Irish accent.

All of the above "Meh"/"whatever"s are purely from a #Critic perspective though - they didn't hamper the fun I had with the core game at all.

Look below for a FULL gameplay ramble where I nitpick Basically Everything I can think of:

Over-reliance on your Buddy assists (the game's version of alternate and ranged weapons) later in the game gets rough, especially against the last few bosses.

It may just have been because of playing on Hard, but there were almost NO health drops whatsoever. The two Health tank upgrades I got were completely useless for my entire playthrough.

but these levels are fucking MARATHONS, each level was 30 minutes minimum.

Most of the fights after the first half of the game were just me waiting in back for my Buddy cooldowns (which are mercifully short outside of Macaron) to deal with the RPS enemy shields/Super Armor/Tough Guy effects.

I REALLY dislike that Chai has NO super armor whatsoever. It's already odd (DMC has it for weaker enemy damage in general), but in a game where rhythm is key, and you can get knocked out of combos from literally any damage, with limited parry inputs (due to the Rhythm beat design, attacks and parries technically HAVE to come out around the same frame, so if you're in a specific animation, it's hard to parry in time).

Those two facts combined meant I couldn't really do any cool combos, because the ones that aren't just "Mash light attack" weren't realistic. I can't keep enemies stunned/in place most of the time, so I relied on Super moves/Devil Triggers/whatever to actually waveclear at all. Bosses were a no-go on trying to Dante 1v1 unless I knew all of their moves already, because I'd take 20% damage from their single attack if I missed the parry, and they'd take scratch damage no matter what I did.

In my head, Chai should've have a sort of rechargable Super armor shield (think Halo's rechargable shield), where as long as he has some shield, he'll also have Super armor and can't be knocked out of animations outside of certain attacks (IE certain boss attacks). This would mean I could actually try the cooler/more specific combos and experiment a bit more.

Also, just like in DMC Devil May Cry's Special Edition, the RPS Buddy shields should've just been damage reductions until removed, instead of second health bars/actual damage blockers.

Platforming was basic as hell, and there was never a case of "This is a challenging and interesting platforming section", but they used them well for lore/exposition/breathers between big fights.

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hhau vex art part I bonus: a night for living: a pink ribbon [RP]

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this is a part of my and link's very self-indulgent discord rp. just a chunk of that whole night for living rp that relates to kane being gifted his own ribbon.

the night is in full swing. everyone is tipsy. mr beak gets handed to scar for safekeeping. kane and grian are going to race each other through an obstacle course.

because there's multiple characters here, i tried to keep track of which ones are involved in which replies for you. as per usual, grian bits are me, scar's bits are link, and kane and nico are sort of everywhere.

rp below the cut <3

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GRIAN/KANE

it's undeniable that grian's getting excited now. the sky is clear overhead, stars shining. the bonfire crackles, sending sparks up as vexes sing songs that grian doesn't know. the atmosphere gets under his skin, his hands now free, alcohol lending him reckless buzz of warmth as he eyes the course. 

"it's a lap or?"

"oh, there's a finish," kane reassures. "you'll know when you reach it." and, without waiting, he starts.

"hey!" grian yelps, scrambling to move and catch up. "i thought you said no cheating!"

"never said that," kane throws him a grin, the look back enough to destabilise him with how tipsy he is. he topples into a barrel, allowing grian to catch up. "anything goes." 

"anything but flying," grian remarks, wings flapping as he leaps over the barrel on his side, much cleaner than whatever kane did.

it seems to click then, for kane, that this is a competition. and he loves those. the fierceness lends him strength, clearing some of the fog as he grins sharply and plunges onwards through the obstacles. "yeah."

--

SCAR/NICO

Scar loves watching Grian sprint about eagerly, wings on display and even being utilized. It warms his heart, seeing Grian in his element like this— competitive and nimble, nothing holding him back.

“I’m also rooting for Grian, but that’s because I love him,” Scar says, not bothering to hide the love dazed tone in his voice.

“Gross.” Nico sticks out his tongue, but then they both laugh, knowing he’s full of it.

--

GRIAN

the race is surprisingly long, all kinds of things put in their way. it's a bit of a blur as grian gets into it, frantic to be fast, laughing high and manic as he gets ahead of kane, tumbling over obstacles. some of it is bound to leave bruises, but he doesn't care, wings flapping and heart drumming a wild rhythm against his ribs, none of which has anything to do with fear.

he feels alive, as he vaults over things and dips under barriers. flinging himself at climbling walls, scrambling across a roof that was somehow included. his head buzzes, electric and delighted, liking the high spot before he glides off of it, definitely not cheating as his wings flap to carry him further.

kane stands no chance as grian sinks furthter into it, squealing and chirping and happy, skidding through turns until he sees the finish line: a mass of blankets and pillows dragged out, to create a sort of literal line.

grian dives into it, giggling, brain haywire on endorphins thinking nest.

--

SCAR

It’s about right before the rooftop that Scar gives up on waiting patiently and starts jogging along the sidelines of the race, avoiding all the obstacles and cutting through a line of vex so he can meet Grian at the end. 

And oh is he glad he does.

Grian’s laughter carries, catching on the wind like his wings do, soaring toward finish line. Scar leaps up, clapping his hands together as best he can with a bottle and chicken in hand. He didn’t howl before, but now he does, loud and unbidden, a bright glow emanating from his throat as he cheers. 

It feels like an old Boatem party. Like carelessness and hilarity. Like specially crafted games that all go so delightfully wrong. 

(For once something truly feels akin to home.)

--

GRIAN/KANE

grian hears scar's howl, recognising his voice instantly. warmth runs down his spine as he realises scar is watching and cheering him, that he's giddy for grian's success. in response, he chirps, high-pitched and overjoyed, even as he keeps himself burrowed in the blankets and pillows, wings flared out, flapping occasionally as he nudges himself further into the perceived nest, high on victory. he's laughing into the soft things, the sound now muffled, free and unbound.

kane glides down, not bothering to run the last bit, knowing he's lost. he's breathing heavily, steps slightly clumsy, the run not doing good things to the alcohol distribution through his body. he pauses at the edge of the blankets, watching grian, all his quips and remarks dying on his tongue.

he's never really seen grian like this.

--

SCAR

Scar howls again, goofier and with several instances of ow owwws for flare. He rushes over to Grian, fully intending on diving into the blankets with him, but he catches Kane’s gaze first, and he pauses instead. 

The two of them lock eyes and Scar smiles brightly, honestly glad that someone else gets to see this— the side of Grian that has Scar absolutely weak in the knees, head over heels, crazy in love. 

Scar falls backward, right next to Grian while minding his large wingspan, using his own wings to flap and soften the landing. “You did it!!” Scar cheers, rolling over so he can admire his mate, stars practically visible in his eyes.

--

GRIAN

grian chirps wildly as he registers scar joining him, and he pounces on him, giddy and giggling. his wings flap, heedless and excited. he's so happy to have his mate here, in the victory nest.

"your sabotage didn't work," he remarks goofily, pressing a kiss to scar's cheek and then holding his lips there as he laughs.

--

SCAR

“I don’t think anything could have stopped you from winning that! You were a natural! Top notch!” Scar laughs, too, a delighted giggle, loud and squeaky and utterly overjoyed. 

And maybe he shouldn’t— not here, not so breathless and without careful thought, but Scar can’t help it. He thinks of that single flap of Grian’s wings and his heart soars just as high. 

“My beautiful night sky,” Scar whispers, voice honey-coated and absolutely drunk on love. “…complete with a rare glimpse of his gorgeous northern lights.”

--

GRIAN

grian squeals in protest at the sappy words, biting lightly at scar's jaw in a hollow threat, but he's laughing into it. "stop, stoop." his wings flap again, a gust of wind rushing across them, a feeble attempt to try and dissuade scar's lovesick speech. 

still giggling, he rolls off, away from scar, onto his back. staring lightheadedly at the branches above, as he tries to catch his breath.

the awareness of where he is and what he's doing with his wings continues to evade him completely, warmth and life buzzing underneath his skin. 

"that was fun," he says, out of the blue, still gazing up. his voice is a bit tamer, soft, deeply appreciative.

he glances at scar. 

"give me mr beak," he requests as his hands reach out to grab.

--

SCAR

Scar laughs again, then exhales loudly, relaxed and happy, so glad that his gushing was well-received. (Yes, getting bitten on the jaw is being well-received.)

“Fine, fine,” Scar sighs goofily. He hands the plushie over when it’s requested, handed off with care and a goofy gobbling sound that suits a turkey and not a chicken. “Here you go!”

--

GRIAN

grian snatches at the bird, instantly wrapping his arms around it and tucking it into his chest. there's still something haywire in him, maybe because of the leftover adrenaline from the race, the excitement carrying other things with it and leaving them behind. grian's instincts are tingling, thinking nest and bird, mate and flock, and—

he peeks up, catching kane's gaze.

he has an insane urge to tug him into the pile of blankets.

he stays still for now, but he chirps at him, watching expectantly, wings flapping a little bit. there's plenty of space for him. 

--

SCAR/KANE

Kane blinks, still stunned into silence, and he looks to Scar for guidance here. 

He doesn’t know what a chirp like that means. He sees the way Grian flaps his wings and his own twitch in response, but he hesitates. 

He doesn’t know. He—

Scar grins and nods toward Grian, urging Kane to take the space that is so clearly being offered to him. “Hey, Kane, buddy, I don’t think you crossed the finish line yet!” 

It’s a blatant invitation, with absolutely no room for his intoxicated mind to doubt that fact. 

Kane smiles, timidly at first, before it grows, infected by both of their overly apparent joy. “Make room!” he calls, diving face first into the blankets adjacent to Grian, learning from Scar to carefully dodge the spread out avian wings. 

Scar raises his bottle (which has definitely spilled over several times now) victoriously, howling again before taking a huge swig, surprisingly ecstatic to share this moment, not a hint of possessiveness or paranoia in his veins. 

Kane joins in, and there’s even an attempt to keep his volume down, to match the level of that eager chirp instead of the typical vex holler. 

He’s never been happier to lose a race. 

Second place never felt so good.

--

GRIAN

grian's delighted when kane dives in, his presence in the nest making everything so much better, instantly putting some deep-rooted instinct in grian at ease. he giggles in cheer, trying to welcome him, giddy at the joyful vex sounds that come from his nest-mates. 

his wings spread, holding over both of them, hovering like a blanket without fully descending on them. his wingspan is wide, feathers unabashedly violet, only slightly unkempt. 

he chirps again, pleased, eyes bright as he watches them. his skin feels warm, from the race and the slow spread of alcohol, making everything so much looser and easier. it's a moment of freedom; he doesn't think about where he is. he just is.

--

SCAR/KANE

Kane knows not to touch, but he’s never been presented with the possibility of being touched by Grian’s wings, and again he looks to Scar for some kind of guidance, but he gets none.

Scar is rolling over into Grian’s space, clothes brushing against his feathers, but he draws no attention to it, instead leaning in to press a sloppy kiss below Grian’s ear. 

Kane thinks maybe he understands. 

Scar coos, and it’s fractured and awkward, and more than a little slurred, but it’s sweet. So sickeningly sweet.

Kane untenses, slipping right back into his teasing nature by making a gagging sound, to which Scar growls at him, entirely harmless, teeth bared in a way that immediately melts into a smile.

--

GRIAN

grian squeals, quietly and happily, at the kiss and scar's closeness. he nuzzles his nose against him, appreciative, humming quietly at the coo, when kane makes the offending sound.

with a scowl, he chirps at him and smacks him lightly with his wing.

it's brief. it's barely anything. but the contact was there, before grian's wing flits away, slotting just slightly out of reach, seemingly nothing more than grian being sulky. 

there's a chicken in his arms though, and scar at his side, and he lets it distract him easily. he turns to press a kiss to the corner of scar's mouth, cooing against the skin in a purr-like way. "i won." 

it doesn't seem entirely important now, but a part of him is still overjoyed at his accomplishment. 

--

SCAR/KANE

“You did!” Scar wraps a lazy arm around Grian, proud as hell, and steals a quick kiss before Kane can gag again.

Kane does no such thing, left frozen mid-laugh when he got whacked by a brightly colored wing. It’s something he’s done so freely before, but never Grian. He’s only ever seen Grian emote so openly with his wings around Scar, usually privately, when they think no one is looking— no one is perceiving. 

Kane actively swallows down the knee-jerk comment he had about Grian’s wings feeling soft. “You won,” he concedes instead, finding himself shockingly pleased by that reality. Not that he’s ever truly been a sore loser— it’s all for show, for fun, for humor— but he���s never been so genuinely happy to have lost.

Grian deserves a win.

(They’ve both lost enough.)

--

GRIAN

grian coos and perks up at kane's acknowledgement, catching something soft in his tone that makes everything feel that much sweeter. he rolls over, getting closer to him, supporting himself on his elbows. his eyes are dark and bright, his wings still outstretched. (there's a faint ache there, muscles unused to this, but it feels good in a way very few things have felt lately.) (he stretches them a bit more, tipping his head back and closing his eyes as the tension between his shoulder blades unknots.)

"you're drunk," he accuses kane, then pushes the chicken toy into his chest. "hold this." 

without any explanation, he shifts himself back into scar's orbit, kissing at his jaw and making tiny bird sounds. "share," he prompts, hand reaching to paw at his bottle.

--

SCAR/KANE

“I’m not— oh.” Kane takes the ugly toy, enamored by it in a way he certainly wasn’t when it was first handed to him by a fellow vex. 

Scar is loving watching Kane so much that the request takes him by surprise, and he giggles at the cute little sounds Grian is making. He’d let Grian take the whole bottle if he asks like that. “Here ya go.” Scar hands the bottle off with no fuss, then looks back over at Kane. “Take good care of Mr. Beak. That’s an honor.”

“Mister beak? Kane asks, incredulous, but with a similar tone that Scar had asked initially as well. “That’s— …ok, honestly, that’s pretty cute.”

“Hah! He has a heart!” Scar claps his hands together now that they’re both free. He never actually doubted that Kane was a softie at heart— he’s seen how sweet he is on Nico— but it’s refreshing to see him expand the list of people he’s willing to be like that around.

--

GRIAN

Grian's happy to have gotten the bottle, and he pulls himself up, relishing in this new triumph and barely paying attention to the conversation around him. He sits on his heels and drinks, letting the alcohol warm its path down his throat.

Once he's had sufficiently enough, he lowers the bottle, glancing at Kane. "Mr Beak is a perfectly acceptable name," he defends, belatedly.

But now that he's no longer lying down burrowed in blankets, his surroundings trickle in. They're not in a nest. They're on the ground, in the middle of a village, amidst drunk vex celebrations.

His wings are flared out, and they are grabbing attention, the violet hue like fire against the night. He thinks he hears someone make a comment about them. He doesn't recognise the voice. The words blur into the chatter, but more people are turning.

Unease crawls down his spine and with a quiet, unsteady chirp, his wings slowly draw back as he stays sitting, frozen to the spot under the unwelcome attention.

--

SCAR/KANE

Scar registers the shift immediately, and he sits himself up as well, slotting a wing behind Grian without directly touching, just shielding him from view to a certain degree. Scar’s method of protectiveness is quiet, like the soft purr that escapes him as he presses his shoulder against Grian’s, gentle and encouraging without needing to say a word.

Kane’s method, however, is much louder.

He springs to his feet when he catches the way Grian’s wings curl inward toward his spine, infuriated by this injustice and taking it out on all the other wandering eyes. 

“Oi!” Kane stomps in front of Grian, flaring out his wings in more of a show of power than an actual effective shield. “Mind your business, move along! Start of the race is back there, fellas!” 

He’s pointing accusingly, puffing his chest out in offense, though all of this downplayed by him holding the adorable chicken plushie in his other hand, tucking it close while he barks out commands.

And maybe it’s not the style of defense Scar would choose, always preferring subtlety and a level of deniability for Grian as to whether there was ever a  problem to begin with, but… this is so very Kane. 

It’s incredibly genuine. It’s surprisingly sweet. 

Scar wants to drag Kane right back down into this not-nest and hug him tightly until he inevitably gets kicked.

--

GRIAN

the night is dim around them, and yet grian feels like there's a blinding spotlight shining directly at him. his breath stutters in his chest, an urge to hide crawling over his skin in the most unpleasant, anxious way. 

he tenses up, swallowing down another chirp, but then scar's lightly pressing against him and everything in grian swivels helplessly towards the grounding of his presence. he pushes back, leaning into scar, hunching a little as he tries to make himself smaller. his wings and earwings alike are pressed flat down against him now, and he's vaguely aware of scar's wing hovering behind his back like a safety blanket—or a privacy curtain—shielding the violet from the world.

grian flinches a little as kane scrambles to stand in front of him, voice loud. but he quickly realises what the vex is doing, wings flared out and teeth bared at anyone who would dare to approach. (nobody is approaching.) (grian's overreacting.) (he's safe here.)

his heart swells at the protectiveness kane is displaying, the unquestionable way it was provided without hesitation. even if he's succeeding in drawing more attention, confused glances taking the three of them in. the crowds brush it off. someone laughs. but mostly, they turn and go. 

grian sits very still, shoulder pressed against scar and eyes glued to kane's back, trying to calm down the overreacting rapidness of his pulse as the two of them act as a buffer between him and the world.

but then someone does approach. 

"hey, kane, you lost," they remark, amused and friendly and unbothered. "no need to take it out on us for watching it happen." they're holding a bottle, a pink scraggly ribbon tied to it. "for the winner, if you'd let me through." they flick the ribbon with their free hand, chuckling on a joke that's meant to be shared. "thought the colour might fit. cherry flavoured, this one. isn't it just perfect?" they sound slightly drunk, rambling about things too close to grian's wing colour, wanting to deliver the congratulation and the prize themselves, partially mostly just to tease kane over his loss. 

--

SCAR/KANE

Clearly even Scar had begun to forget his surroundings, because the presence of another vex sets him off, as if he didn’t expect another person’s voice to dare enter their space. His purr shifts into a low growl and his other wing flares out to its full length. (It’s the more broken one, so it’s hardly impressive, but the impact is still there.) Now acutely aware of where they are, every bit of Scar wants to react in such a vex manner, spurred on by Kane’s outburst as well, but with a huff of blue magic, Scar resists.

He needs to react in a Scar manner.

“Oh, I think Kane ought to be the one to present the prize, don’t you?” Scar jeers, acting as though it’s to aid in embarrassing Kane. “He’s getting so good at this second place thing.” Scar smiles at the approaching vex, but his eyes are narrowed dangerously, making it clear that there is no room for disagreement here.

Kane spins around, hands on his hips in offense as he sputters, but one look at Scar makes it clear to him that he’s on the defense here. He wants to shout back at Scar, but there’s some kind of silent plea here, something that stifles the fire inside of him just enough to get an almost calm answer.

“Yeah, give me that, punk,” Kane says, contradicting the idea of him needing to be humbled here, but that’s unimportant. He yanks the bottle from the other vex’s hand and begins to shove at them with his wings. “Now scram, this is a private affair. I’ll kick your ass.”

--

GRIAN

grian remains pressed against scar, his wings twitching at the mention of the colours. he can't help the helpless feeling that sinks its claws into him, unbidden and wrong. he can't push it down enough to make his heart stop racing, feeling frustration well up in him. he doesn't want to be this weak. he doesn't want to feel like this.

the alcohol, even in the smaller quantity that he's drunk so far, doesn't help him get a hold on his emotions. doesn't help him stop feeling like he's ruining everything. like he's clearly overreacting and messing up a fun event. 

but scar and kane don't complain, chastise, or belittle him for it. they're not telling him there's no reason to feel the way he does. they're there for him, protecting him, standing up for him. 

grian's fingers curl into the blanket underneath him, holding tightly in an attempt to make the tremble go away. if the other vex approaches, he'll be okay. he'll be fine, it's alright, it's alright.

(attention on his wings. bright violet and hungry eyes. inquisitive, curious, wanting.) (awe and greed. a tidally rising interest.) (moths to a flame. except grian's the moth, and they're the flames, surrounding him, crowding him, threatening to burn him alive.) 

he manages a shaky breath, trying to tune in and listen to what's actually happening. kane is grabbing the bottle and shoving the vex away. scar is still right next to grian, his stable rock, his safe dock, his unfailing shield.

grian tries, desperately, to play along. to get over himself and get on with this. "oh, is that my prize?" he asks, going for teasing and falling completely flat. his voice is unsteady and it's so painfully audible, he instantly shuts up, jaw tensing. 

--

SCAR/KANE

Scar smiles at Kane, grateful for his restraint and willingness to play along. His expression loses some of its tension, relaxing further when Grian tries to speak as well, even if it’s an obvious struggle. The tip of his wing tilts forward and drapes itself over Grian’s shoulder, only making contact there, offering an ounce more of comfort.

“Yes, and Kane is going to deliver it to you personally!” Scar claims, still glaring over at the other vex until he’s certain they are leaving. 

“Uh huh,” Kane says, strained, fumbling with the humility now that he no longer needs to lash out. 

He kneels down, sighing softly (with a hint of blue, which is uncommon for him to do). His eyes are downcast as he recalibrates, but when he looks up he’s got a crooked smile on his face again, smacking Scar gently with his wing. 

“For you, who definitely didn’t cheat, tooootally, not at all.” Kane is mocking the sort of sing song tone Scar would use, and it makes Scar choke on a bark of laughter, not expecting it. Kane sticks out his tongue, then hands Grian the bottle, nodding at Scar to take his own back. 

Kane also holds out the chicken toy. 

“…Mr. Beak liked it when you showed off your wings,” Kane mumbles, face suddenly very hot. His ears droop low when he flushes, suddenly struggling to speak. “H-he says… um.”

All aggression leaves Scar in an instant, thrilled at this development. “He says that Kane took good care of him! And that Kane promised he’d bite anyone that so much as looks at you wrong,” Scar finishes with a goofy grin. It turns soft and genuine almost immediately, however, as he looks at Kane with newfound appreciation.

--

GRIAN

grian feels a sliver of stability as scar's wing touches his shoulder and he watches the other vex scurry away. he takes a breath, not quite realising how much he needed to do that, a deep and proper one, tasting tentative, tricky relief.

then his gaze jumps to kane, who's now kneeling down.

grian wishes this really was a nest. he wishes this interruption did not happen. he wishes he could've kept them all happy and goofy and—

and maybe that's a silly thought, because kane's grinning and he lets out a quip, and grian really should stop catastrophising about all of this. 

still a bit stunned, he reaches for the bottle, the ribbon on it a washed out pink. he tries not to look at it too closely, not to think about it too much, not to sink into what the other vex said about its colour. his earwings flick, nervous but so clearly looser, now that they're moving instead of remaining pinned tight. 

he places the bottle at his knees, leaning it slightly against himself to keep it upright, as kane offers the plushie next and keeps talking.

grian's reach is much more needy this time, grabbing at the toy, instantly bringing it to his chest in a tight hold, craving the comfort it provides. but his eyes stay on kane, watching the blush on his face, and almost wincing at the mention of the wings, but— oh. 

kane being this flustered is oddly endearing, and grian finds himself appreciative of all of his efforts. the words slink gently around him, that suggestion that it was good that grian showed off his wings, that kane (well, mr beak, he says, but grian sees right through it) liked it. 

with a small coo, grian unfurls his wings just the littlest bit. feathers rustle, still safely shielded by scar's wing, something in him wrangling and contemplating this. 

but they're still out in the open, in an area far from private, blankets pooled around them without being a nest at all. grian keeps himself on the other side of the line now, safe in its familiarity, unwilling to draw the barely dispersed attention back in this moment.

but it felt good.

it felt good to spread his wings. to use them, even if only a little bit. to be free with them.

he swallows thickly. "... i liked it too," he admits, unsteadily. the words feel like trapdoors ready to open underneath his feet and let him plunge. it feels dangerous to say this. wrong, even. but he finishes it off with a nervous smile, a grateful little thing that wants to be playful as well, to make this all feel lighter than it is. "i'll take you up on that offer. you might have a lot of biting to do," he warns. 

he dips his arms with the plushie, lets it sit in his lap.

and maybe it's the alcohol. maybe it's him being sappy in this moment, after what's just happened. maybe he's just sentimental. but he reaches for the bottle and untangles the pink ribbon from it, hesitating only briefly at the insanely impulsive idea.

he takes a breath and lets himself succumb; he reaches for kane's hand, without any explanation, even if his touch is questioning and shy, nonverbally asking for permission to grab him and tug his arm closer.

--

SCAR/KANE

Scar hums at Grian’s meek agreement, happy to take it. “We can split the biting between us, don’t worry,” he assures, and Kane snorts, but doesn’t complain.

“Yeah, tonight’s about lettin’ loose and stuff, so— whuh?” Kane meets Grian partway, scooting in a little closer to offer up his hand to the avian freely. He’s not sure what he’s doing here, but he feels like the moth now, drawn to Grian and his brightly colored feathers that dare to peek out from behind him once more— drawn to that sharp bout of laughter and sweet little chirp as Grian welcomed him into some private, intimate thing that Kane can’t quite put a name to. 

(Scar knows. It’s flock.)

--

GRIAN

Grian hums, something focused as Kane relents and offers his hand freely. Grian's hold on him is careful, so very harmless and safe. 

And then he wraps the ribbon around Kane's wrist.

He feels his cheeks warm as he's aware of just what this gesture means. His gaze flits up, meeting Kane's only in the very briefest way, shy as it instantly flicks away. His hands squeeze a little, thumbs brushing the fabric, before he lets go.

"You match us now." 

Grian looks over at Scar, eyes meeting the flash of violet that hangs from his ear, that spot of colour that ties him to Grian. And the ribbon around Kane's wrist is a tamer shade, a pink thing, but it still feels like it counts.

Grian's gaze anchors on Scar, and he chirps in the quietest way, seeking affirmation that this is okay. That his reckless, impulsive action is approved by his mate.

--

SCAR/KANE

Scar’s eyes crease joyfully as he purrs softly in response to Grian, keeping their exchange nonverbal as he awaits Kane’s reaction to the gift. He knows Kane’s much less of a sucker for sentiment than he is, but surely even the frostiest of hearts would melt at the gesture, if not just for the care in which it was offered. 

Scar reaches his hand to slide over Grian’s as it returns, thumb brushing over his sleeve to touch at the fabric that still rests there as well.

(He approves. He very much approves.)

Kane stares at his own wrist, turning it up and around several times as if it would then reveal its secrets to him. 

It’s a ribbon. Why a ribbon? Why is Grian so timid to offer up something so utterly silly?

Kane feels like he ought to understand, but all he knows is that this is something, but what exactly? Why does he feel so honored to have a scraggly piece of plasticy fabric tied to his hand right now?

“I… match?” he asks, looking up at Grian with confused, round eyes. He looks to Scar as well, drawn to the earring like Grian was, trying to see what he saw. Kane’s eyebrows furrow, trying to solve this puzzle that’s been tied around his wrist. “You… have you always had that?” Kane asks suddenly, pointing at the ribbon on Grian’s wrist as Scar exposes it. 

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GRIAN

Scar's purr and fingers sneaking to expose and touch the ribbon settle Grian immensely. He leans his shoulder against him, his free hand loosely curling around Mr Beak in his lap, feeling content.

He jolts a little at Kane's question, attention drawn to a possession that's incredibly precious to Grian, his tether and his lifeline. His eyes widen and earwings flap as he straightens up, cheeks smeared with pink under the scattering of freckles. 

"... Yeah." He looks down at his own ribbon, then back up, searching Kane's expression. The puzzled frown he sees there sets him at unease, worried that maybe his gesture translated wrong. "It was a gift," he adds, a little bit meekly, about the ribbon around his own wrist.

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SCAR/KANE

Kane manages to connect some of the dots from there. It’s a gift from Scar, surely, considering the way he’s running his fingers over it so tenderly. (Sap.) And considering what little the two of them must have had to actually offer in the way of gifts for so long… maybe a ribbon isn’t so silly.

“I love it,” Kane states abruptly, clasping his other hand over the ribbon like someone would possibly threaten to take it. 

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GRIAN

Grian blinks, so visibly perking up it's almost comical. A chirp slips past his self control, wings flaring out slightly (finding Scar and his wing to press against, but not minding the confines of the safety he provides in the slightest). 

"You do?" He's so obviously relieved and happy about it. He beams, looks at Scar to share the little triumph. "He likes it!"

The bird part of Grian is giddy, running on affirmation that this action was good and accepted. 

Grian can't change the colour of his wings, but Scar displays it proudly as he wears the earring, and now Kane has a similar colour tied to his wrist, and he likes it, and Grian feels a helpless, warm fuzz settle over him. 

Maybe the violet isn't so bad, if it's a colour that connects them.

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SCAR/KANE/NICO

Kane recoils a bit, mostly out of pure fluster, not used to seeing Grian so openly giddy like this. It’s throwing him off his rhythm here with how painfully adorable it is. And now Scar is grinning at him, too, and—

“You guys are a bunch of saps!” Kane protests, but he still holds onto the ribbon tightly, pulling the hand with it toward his chest, cradling it like a sentimental fool.

“Yep,” Scar agrees easily, popping his lips on the end of the word as he smiles, wide and toothy. He squeezes at Grian’s hand. “You love it.”

It’s a purposeful twist of Kane’s words, that he loves them by loving the gift. It’s not inaccurate at all. 

“I— you—“ Kane’s eyes flick between the two of them, trapped by their eager expressions and intimate rituals. Desperately, he latches onto a pair of brown eyes approaching from behind, pleading pathetically. “Nico, helpppppp! They’re tormenting me!”

Nico snorts as he fumbles over, three bottles in hand: his own, Grian’s, and Kane’s. Kane hardly looks like he actually requires any assistance, so he smiles smugly instead of offering any. “Am I interrupting something here?” Nico asks, tilting his head curiously at the three winged fools sitting in a bed of blankets.

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GRIAN/NICO

Grian giggles at the development, not protesting being called a sap and happily letting Scar deal with that remark—only eliciting more laughter out of him. There's no sign of the previous anxiety, the worries forgotten with Scar's wing still hovering over Grian's back.

When Kane yells for Nico, Grian's earwings twitch and he looks over, following his line of sight. He sees Nico approach, unhurried despite Kane's desperate plea, arms full.

Grian grins toothily. "I won."

Nico chuckles. "Figured."

Grian's grin grows, impossibly proud and triumphant, ignoring Kane's sputters at the insinuation that his mate was not expecting him to win.

"We're busy bonding," Grian adds cheekily in lieu of explanation of their lateness, and as a reply to Nico's inquiry.

Nico gasps. "Without me?" And he wants to grasp at his chest dramatically. Which he obviously can't do with an armful of bottles. They all almost fall out of his grasp and he scrambles to catch them and readjust his hold. "And I've been so good guarding your drinks and all!" he whines, ears flicking downwards, but he doesn't seem to entirely mind. It's rare to see them so relaxed, and he doesn't think he's ever seen Grian beaming this much.

Nico's gaze flicks to Scar. "I do think we ought to get your mate drunk more often," he chuckles, warm and lighthearted with his tease. 

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SCAR/KANE

“Psh,” Scar disagrees, trying to match the easygoing attitude instead of getting defensive like he did before. “We’re hardly drunk. If anything we ought to get your mate drunk more often!” When Kane growls out some pointless protest, Scar continues, “He’s actually out here enjoying second place.”

“Am not!” Kane rejects, puffing out his chest and wings alike. He reaches out his hand for his bottle, which Nico gladly hands off to him, laughing. 

“Really? Because you sure seemed to like your prize,” Scar teases, regarding him with such a kind, genuine smile that even Kane can’t seem to form a coherent argument to. 

Scar then presents Grian with that same expression, quietly checking in with how he’s faring after that open and vulnerable display.

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GRIAN/NICO

Grian's enjoying the banter—and yet, in a way, it feels strange. It feels normal but normalcy doesn't feel normal anymore, so it instead feels like something askew he was not meant to get his hands on anymore.

And maybe he'd follow that thread until everything would unravel around him, but... Not now. Not with the warmth in his veins and Scar by his side and a pink ribbon around Kane's wrist.

Grian catches Scar's smile and offers one in return, his wing pressing lightly against Scar's side, for once not shying away from contact. 

Today is a wild night, it seems. 

"Oh, you got a prize?" Nico blinks at Kane, confused. "For second place?"

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SCAR/KANE/NICO

Kane feels so weirdly defensive about this ribbon, almost resisting pulling his hand away from his chest, but it’s Nico, so of course he gives in. “From Grian!” Kane announces, holding out his hand palm up to show it off.

Nico squats down, looking over the scrap of twisty fabric curiously. Unlike Kane, he has noticed Grian’s ribbon before, though he’s never inquired about it. “…it’s very pink,” he says, grinning when Kane pinches his fingers together to flick at Nico’s cheek. “It suits you! It’s cute!”

“It’s not cute!” Kane protests, and he brings the hand back to his chest with a huff. “It’s— it… it’s special!” 

Nico laughs again, and so does Scar, because that’s hardly any less embarrassing to say, but gosh if he doesn’t love Kane regarding it in such a valuable manner. Scar leans his head onto Grian’s shoulder, letting the feathered earring brush over his cheek as he rests it there. 

It is special. Gifts from Grian are of the highest caliber.

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GRIAN/KANE/NICO

grian's watching the whole exchange with rapt attention, slightly tense, waiting to see the reception. he coos under his breath, surprised and pleased when kane defends the ribbon and calls it special—a sound that gets completely drowned out by nico's and scar's laughter. a tangle of messy instincts keeps tripping him up, but at least right now, it's in a good way. it makes him feel warm and settled. 

scar leans in and grian startles a little, too focused on the ribbon around kane's wrist, but he welcomes the closeness immediately, nuzzling lightly against scar in appreciation. 

nico, in the meanwhile, laughs out an "aw", but then he follows it up with an attempt at a pout. "and i don't get anything? you guys ditched me and exchanged gifts and i get nothing?"

there's a slight pause that grian was meant to fill—it was his victory ribbon he gave to kane, after all. he was the one giving gifts. but he fails entirely to come up with an answer, feeling a vague sense of guilt for excluding nico, a complicated onslaught of confused instincts that don't really know where to go from here.

kane flicks his gaze to grian, then back at nico, taking over. "hey! it's only for second place winners! you didn't win second place!"

nico chuckles. "didn't know second place has winners."

kane puffs out his chest. "well, it does! the reward has a limited stock!" he taps his wrist. "you can't have it. i earned it."

"by losing," nico laughs brightly, enjoying teasing his mate, but then he presses, amused. "so you're saying if i end up in second place next time, i can earn it?"

kane rolls his eyes. "it's not just that." he doesn't exactly understand, and he can't talk for grian, but he knows the answer isn't that simple. 

nico's relentless. tipsy and intrigued. "what else?" 

grian speaks up, all of a sudden: "threatening to bite people."

nico's eyes light up. "oooh, are we biting people?"

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SCAR/NICO

Scar chips in eagerly, “Yes! Biting people that look at Grian funny. We can use all the help we can get.”

Nico is quick with his retort, smiling wryly at Scar and Grian. “By that logic, I ought to bite you, Scar.”

Scar purrs against Grian’s shoulder, lower and possessive this time. “Try it. See what happens,” he warns, but he’s still smiling, teasing lightly and nuzzling into Grian all the same.

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GRIAN

grian laughs a little, immensely comforted by scar's closeness, letting it ground him. he lifts his hand up, brushing it over scar's ear in a small loving gesture. "no biting the pink gang," he chastises. 

but nico is not in the pink gang. not by the made-up rules, anyway.

so grian takes a breath and squirms a little, trying to look at scar. "scar, can we— do you want to do the couples race?"

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SCAR/KANE/NICO

“Sure, sure!” Scar cheers, giggling softly at the touch to his ear. It’s a good feeling, being among friends and being so openly gushy toward one another. Scar’s always loved the idea of flustering his partner to no end with his public displays of affection, and it’s about time he gets to do so. 

Scar leans in and kisses below Grian’s ear, then blows a little air over the spot just to be obnoxious. 

“Lead the way, boys!” Scar says, snickering now, as he holds up a hand, expecting to be helped up.

Nico obliges him with a chuckle, even as Kane stumbles to his feet in an attempt to help as well. Nico’s grip is probably much more reliable than Kane’s right about now.

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