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𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 - 𝘣.𝘣.

summary: you're just doing your job as the local vigilante in new york, why can't bucky barnes leave you alone? spoiler alert: he is very much in love with you, even though he has never seen your face. pairing: fem!vigilante!reader x avenger!bucky tw: canon violence, blood, little bit angsty, a lot of banter, some fluff and happy ending :) words: 3.6K a/n: hi loves! i loved the idea of a vigilante saving the city as a sidegig and bucky just showing up unannounced, haha. they have this joking nature around them, but it also changes a bit to something else, and i hope it translates well in the fic! i hope you enjoy this because i absolutely loved writing this :). also, let me know if you'd love to see more of these two together! suggestions are very much appreciated :)) p.s. i now have a library blog! go follow @aeristhotle and turn on notifs to get notified when i update! p.p.s. dividers by @firefly-graphics

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SERIES MASTERLIST | BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST | MARVEL MASTERLIST

The wind that was blowing around you left a cold touch to the dark material of your suit. The rooftops of the many buildings in New York City were a second home to you, a vantage point, a place to hide or just a place to calm down after a long night of prowling around the city, making sure everything was safe and sound.

The little scanner that was attached to the inside of your left wrist alerted you of a possible break-in, two blocks on your left. Burglary on the sixth floor, you translated the police lingo in your head as you lowered your mask over your eyes.

“On it,” you whispered to no one in particular, the words lost in the cold air as you smoothly jumped onto another rooftop, leaving nothing behind but a faint linger of your perfume.

You were quick on your feet, swiftly jumping over AC units and pipes, nothing standing between you and your goal. The cold air felt great on your half-covered face, cooling you down from the heat you were producing running over the rooftops.

Running over these cold rooftops made everything feel more alive. It felt like you were flying through the air, nothing holding you back as the city was relatively calm below you.

It took less than four minutes for you to reach your destination, little white clouds of air leaving your mouth as you picked at the lock of the rooftop door. The lock was frozen and wouldn’t budge - even when you tried your best to heat it with your hands.

“Need some help?”

The gravelly voice that had been haunting you the last few months spoke up behind you, making you drop your head in frustration. For the past five months, this guy had been showing up at random crime scenes, under the guise of helping you out - at least, that was his explanation.

“Barnes. Nothing else to do this fine Thursday other than disturbing me on the job?”

You didn’t even turn around as you searched for another way to open the door, trying to force the handle this time, using all your strength.

“Well you know, a little birdy told me my favourite vigilante was having some difficulty with opening a door, so I decided to help a hand,” you could almost hear the grin on his face, the heat that was radiating on your back indicating that he had gotten closer.

“I’ve been here for all of two minutes,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes good-naturedly, “that must have been a falcon because you got here quick.”

“Can’t let my favourite person in this city get cold now, do I?”

Bucky was now leaning against the wall next to the door, his eyes focussed on your hands gripping the door handle with all your strength. Unfortunately, the door didn’t even budge, the handle still frozen solid. The cold was now seeping through your gloves and it felt like your hand was burning.

“In the city, huh,” you grunted, waving your hand to get rid of the icky feeling of cold leather. “Thought we had something special.”

“Can’t let it get to your head now, can I?” he smiled, but the corners of his mouth dropped once he saw the solemn look on your face. If you couldn’t open this door, that meant the possible intruder would get away. And that was the whole schtick of this vigilante thing.

“Let me,” he suggested, his vibranium arm reflecting the full moon in bits and pieces, ripples of gold illuminated in the bright light.

Accepting his help meant accepting his presence in your work as a vigilante, which also meant you wouldn’t be operating solo anymore. The solo aspect had been the whole pillar of you even doing this side-job, as revealing your identity to someone else just seemed too dangerous. People couldn’t keep secrets well, and this one was just too important to you.

However, not accepting his help meant that the intruder would get away. That another innocent person would fall victim to the darkest souls roaming around on this world. How could you ever fall asleep at night, knowing you could have prevented this. It would be a selfish thing to not do everything in your power to help this person.

A sigh left your mouth as you pondered whilst Bucky scanned your face for any positive sign that his help was welcome.

“Fuck,” you sighed to yourself, but you stepped away from the door anyway, hoping this little thing didn’t mess up your whole life. Bucky could be trusted, right?

The smile touched his eyes once again as his vibranium fingers wrapped around the door handle, pushing it down with superhuman strength as the lock finally gave in with a small crack, the ice crackling as the door opened.

“My lady,” he gestured inside, the grin on his face just short of being cocky, but still kind and thoughtful of the turmoil that was still digging its claws in the crevices of your brain.

The building was completely silent inside, which was an omen in itself. It was two a.m., still early in the city that was never really silent. It irked both you and Bucky, as he got a knife out of his holster and twisted it between his fingers.

“What was this, exactly?” his voice was soft and on guard.

“Possible break-in,” you breathed out, turning the corner but finding nothing. “Got a feeling it’s something else.”

The only thing that could be heard in the building was the slow dripping of water, somewhere in a supply closet or from a leaky pipe along the walls that probably weren’t up to code anymore. Wallpaper was hanging off the walls in strips, mould forming along the edges as you tried your best to not gag at the smell. Imagine what it would do to your lungs if you lived here.

“God, how come the city hasn’t intervened here,” Bucky coughed as he checked the walls, not believing the circumstances people were living in.

“Not everyone can live in the Avengers tower, baby,” you snickered, but there was no humour in your tone at all. It was a solemn reality for many people.

Bucky nodded, his eyes trained on the walls as you tried the handle on one of the doors. It opened with a creak, but other than that, the room stayed silent.

“There is something off about this whole place,” Bucky said as you walked in, weapons ready if someone tried to pounce on you.

The whole place stayed eerily quiet, and after checking all the rooms, Bucky and you came to the conclusion that the place was abandoned. It looked like the people living there had left in a hurry, because the table was still set for four people and there were pans and pots on the stovetop.

“There’s only one apartment left on this floor right?” Bucky asked as he watched your mouth pull into a frown. “What did we walk into?”

“I’m not sure,” your eyes were quickly scanning around the place, trying to piece together what had happened that the whole floor was empty. Or was supposed to be empty.

“Let’s check the other apartment.”

The door of the other apartment was locked too, the handle not budging indicating something was blocking the door from the inside.

Bucky’s fingers wrapped carefully around your upper arm, no real pressure placed but still tight enough to make you stop trying to get into the apartment.

“Are we sure we want to do this? I don’t like where this is going.”

His voice was soft but stern, eyes unwavering as they flitted between yours. “We have no clue what is going on here, we’re going in blind.”

You narrowed your eyes at his posture and the worry that was clear in his voice, “don’t we always go in blind?”

“Well, usually we don’t deal with this type of shit. Catching robbers in stores and making sure a barfight doesn't escalate is one thing. This- this feels off.”

You bit your lip, trying not to let a smirk show at the concern laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You’re an avenger and I can hold my own pretty well, dare I say,” you snickered as you gestured at his vibranium arm. “Also, you inserted yourself in this situation here.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at that statement, “just admit it, you’re glad I’m here.”

“Yeah, yeah, you think very highly of yourself Barnes.”

Bucky scanned your face one last time for a trace of hesitation but he only found determination. That’s what drew him in, initially, you never backed down from a challenge even when it was dangerous for you. The safety of others always came first.

However, the last few times he showed up unannounced, he felt something deep inside his chest, this flutter when he observed you doing something dangerous. Something that had never bothered him before. There was this time where you jumped on the shoulders of a criminal, effectively taking him down. But in the process, he had grazed you with his dagger, drawing blood. Bucky still recalled the feeling that bloomed in his chest when he saw the blood dripping from your abdomen, the icy coldness of despair making his chest heave as he pressed his hands to the wound, trying his best to stop the bleeding.

In the end, it was just a small graze that needed minor stitching, but it made him think twice about when he exactly started feeling this way.

“Yo, Barnes,” you snapped your fingers in front of his face, effectively snapping him out of his daydream. “Mind opening the door? I have an early morning at work tomorrow.”

The soft look he had on his face was quickly replaced by a small smirk, “ah, thought you were doing this full-time. I suppose you don’t get a company car at this one?”

Bucky wrapped his hand around the door handle and pushed his shoulder against it too, trying to pry open the door.

“Yeah, no company car, no pay, no benefits,” you sighed as if you were contemplating resigning. “Don’t know why I keep doing this stuff.”

“Maybe because of your nice and handsome colleague,” he groaned, pushing with all his strength to open that damn door. “Heard he’s quite the catch.”

“Psh, I suppose he’s quite alright,” you scoffed, leaning against the wall next to the door Bucky was trying to open. “Aside from being an ass, he does occasionally help me out.”

The door gave in with a loud crack as Bucky took a step closer to you, “well, at least this ass was able to open the door.”

“And I thank you for it, kind sir,” you grinned, a ninja star ready to defend yourself if someone were to pounce on you. “Now, shush and let’s see what exactly is up here.”

Quietly, Bucky stepped inside the apartment, his broad frame blocking you from a possible attack.

Although, you couldn’t really call it an apartment anymore. There was no furniture left, aside from two plastic chairs in the middle of the living room. The kitchen was looted, the fridge door hanging open, revealing just an empty jar of pickles.

Bucky busied himself with checking out the living room, and you decided to go for the master bedroom at the end of the hallway.

Quietly, you pushed open the door and waited for a bit, hoping to catch someone in the act. Nothing happened, however, and you decided to fully step into the dark bedroom. There was a small flashlight attached to your suit and after some fumbling, you finally got ahold of it.

“Fucking thing, should get a new holster,” you mumbled to yourself as you clicked on the flashlight.

Just as you shone the light around, a dark figure came bounding at you at a high speed, knocking you over.

“Hey!” you yelled, quickly rolling on your belly and jumping back onto your feet. “Bucky!”

Bucky had heard the commotion and ran out to the hallway to see the dark figure running towards the exit. His broad frame blocked the way, however, and the figure tried to run past him.

Said person did not expect the pure power that Bucky possessed, and he was flung back, just in time for you to see what had happened.

“This dingus just jumped on me!” you exclaimed, a knife had replaced the ninja star in your hand as your mouth was pulled in a frown.

The guy had jumped up again, a shard of some sort in his hand as he measured you and Bucky up.

“Hey,” Bucky held out his hands, his eyes wide as he tried to calm down the guy. “Just surrender and no one has to stab anyone.”

His words clearly fell on deaf ears as the intruder pounced on Bucky, the shard of glass making horrible sounds as it tried to tear through the vibranium of his arm - fortunately, it was his left that the attacker had chosen.

“Nope!” Bucky yelled and threw the guy on the ground, done with his bullshit. “And stay there.”

As Bucky tried to find a way to tie him up, the guy took his chance again and punched you square in the face. Fortunately, his aim was a bit off because of the heavy fall he took, but it hurt nonetheless.

“Goddamnit!” you yelled again. You were used to the occasional struggle with a perpetrator and you kicked out your foot into his stomach. He doubled over, and you took no chances and bound his hands and knees with the special string you always had on you.

“Everything okay?” Bucky asked as he watched you rub your forehead through the mask. “I thought I knocked him out, I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright,” you replied, a small frown on your lips as you could feel a welt forming under the black material of your mask. “We should check what this guy was doing here.”

“The police are taking their sweet time on this,” you sighed, checking the small scanner again. They were supposed to arrive 6 minutes ago.

“You sure you’re doing okay?” Bucky’s voice came closer as his hand rested on your lower arm. “We could just wait for the police and get you checked out. Wouldn’t want you to have a concussion or something.”

“Thanks, but I have a feeling this guy is hiding something, so I’d rather check out the rest of the apartment first,” you patted his hand awkwardly, your heart racing at the feeling.

Bucky followed closely on your heels as you went back to the master bedroom.

The room was mostly empty, aside from some trash and a used sleeping bag. Adjacent to the bedroom, there was another door leading to either a dressing or an ensuite bathroom.

“Do you hear that?” Bucky whispered as you got closer to the door. “I can hear something.”

You tried to drown out the noises of the city and the huffs of the perpetrator in the hallway. There was a very faint sniffling, barely audible as Bucky quickly stepped towards the door and unlocked it.

What you found behind it made your heart wrench in uncomfortable twists and bends.

Three people were bound with feet and hands and put in an uncomfortably small closet.

After you and Bucky helped them out, the police and a few medics finally arrived on the scene.

Wanting to make sure the small family was alright, you stuck around when the medic checked them out. The man had a broken nose and a few bruises, but the woman and teenager luckily had nothing, save from a few scratches.

It turned out the guy who broke in was an angry client of the father, hell-bent on revenge for not helping him in the way he wanted. Now he certainly would end up back in prison.

Happy with the outcome, you wanted to disappear in between the shadows. A hot bath at home would certainly alleviate the throbbing pain on your forehead and the ache you felt in your bones.

The head detective who was talking to Bucky stopped you in your tracks though, “thanks for getting here so fast, one of our patrols ended up in an accident so it took a bit longer to get a second unit out.”

You waved away his thanks, a small smile pulling on the ends of your lips, “s’okay.”

The detective rolled his eyes good-naturedly at your modesty, used to it after working with you for a year already. The first few times you showed up at crime scenes, he really couldn’t care less about the wannabe vigilante that got in the way.

However, after you caught a robber who had hidden in the group of disaster tourists that crowded around the scene, he had appreciated the extra help. It also helped that you weren’t bound to any rules or laws that slowed down the workings of the police.

“Have you decided on a moniker already or do I still have to call you our local vigilante,” he grinned. “We got the friendly neighbourhood spiderman already, maybe you could be the helpful neighbourhood vigilante!”

You returned his grin, shaking your head in the process as you started walking away backwards, “Haven’t made up my mind, sorry chief!”

“It’s been a year! Either do a brainstorm session or give me your legal name!” he yelled after you, sticking out his thumb towards Bucky. “Bet he’d come up with some great ones.”

“Bye chief!” you turned your back and waved your hand, leaving the two men behind you as you looked for the closest ladder towards the top of the roof.

The climb towards the top of the building was always a moment you loved. Every rung of the ladder you climbed felt like a layer of the events that had transpired would fall away. It fell away, so easily with every gust of wind that would blow the horrible events that happened in your city away. It all went away, away, away.

Once you reached the top, you were not alone anymore.

Bucky was already waiting for you, used to seeing you disappear after a night where too much happened. The upside of his super strength and speed made it that he could climb ladders way faster than you. Tonight was another one of those days where he wasn't ready to say goodbye to you yet. He was looking out over the city, counting the little lights that flickered on and off, his vibranium arm still reflecting the moonlight. It was a constant in your life, something to hold on to, as your mother would say.

“Can’t get enough of me, Barnes,” you snickered, tiredness seeping into the tone you were using.

Bucky turned his back to the illuminated city at the sound of your voice, his eyes solemn and dark as you rubbed at your forehead again.

“Are you sure you don’t need to be checked out by the medic?” he asked once again, stepping closer to you. “I really don’t want you to die on my watch if it turns out to be something bad.”

You shook your head, your voice but a whisper over the sounds of the city, “I’m okay Bucky, thanks.”

His head hung low in rejection, “Alright I’ll just - I’ll just go then.”

He got on his way towards the ladder again, returning once again to the city.

Shit, you thought, do I really let him go, again?

“Wait!” you called out, quickly catching up to him.

“Hmm?” he hummed, scanning your face for any sign of why you changed your mind all of a sudden.

You could trust Bucky. He had been here countless times for you, he always helped you, he had a heart for the city and most of all - he had a heart for you.

Slowly, your hands peeled away at the black mask that covered the top half of your face.

Bucky held his breath, more and more inches of your skin baring to him, trusting him with your identity.

His hands came up to cradle your face, one hot and one cold, as he tried to memorize every inch of your skin. Every wrinkle, every scar, every little bump, the colour of your eyes and the way your tongue wet your lips.

Bucky didn’t think he could fall more in love with the masked vigilante, yet, it happened.

“It’s just a bruise,” his hot breath fanned across your facce, his left thumb softly rubbing over the bump on your forehead. “Think you’ll live.”

“You sure?” you whispered back, brows furrowed as the words you said held so much more meaning than just reassurance. It was you asking Bucky to keep your identity secret, to make sure you wouldn’t be compromised and forced to hang up your mantle.

He nodded, his thumbs still caressing your cheekbones, “I’m sure, dear.”

There was one last thing he still didn’t know about you, one thing that would show him just how much you trusted him, how much you appreciated his support on your nightly endeavours. It was the last of your identity that was left uncovered.

Maybe it was time, to show him you trusted him just as much as he trusted you. Maybe it was time to expose the last shard of your identity.

It felt like a good time to do it too, with his soft hand on your face, carefully caressing the soft skin on your cheekbones, his eyes unwavering and as always focussed on you.

Your hands came to rest on his wrists, nimble digits meeting metal and warm skin as you licked your lips, baring the last of your truths to him.

“Call me y/n.”

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1989 [High School AU]: Chapter 3

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Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~

Pairings: slight Logince, eventual Prinxiety & Logicality

Word count: 1,983

Story summary: Roman Prince is your stereotypical Jock, with everyone swooning after him. Every day a crowd of people follow him around, only to disperse at his personal whim. In reality, he's lucky to have such good acting skills that help him cover up the disdain he has for his life. He only wishes he could use his skills properly.

Patton Whitelock's always there to lend a helping hand, no matter who you are. If you need a favor or just need someone to talk to, go to him. In reality, he's been taught from a young age that kindness should be held above all else. No one suspects that he took it the wrong way.

Logan Montgomery is the smartest boy in the Senior class. He's stern, and most people are too intimidated to speak to him. In reality, he despises most all of his fellow students. He sticks to his studies and doesn't stray, for fear of being stuck in his father's shadow his whole life.

Virgil Black is the most emo kid in school, let alone 12th grade; everyone knows to leave him be. In reality, he's very fortunate. He has two parents who love him dearly. But everything beyond his life, everything within his mind, is utter chaos and turmoil.

what will happen when they're assigned a biology project together?

General CW: food, swearing, implied s-lf h-rm, non-graphic descriptions of s-lf h-rm scars, graphic and non-graphic descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, drug abuse, minor character intoxicated on heroin, non-graphic drug overdose description, sickness/description of sickness, blood, non-graphic descriptions of needles, (will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: implied anxiety attack, (let me know if i missed anything please!)

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The four boys were in Roman's room; Virgil sprawled across the bed lazily, Patton and Logan observing Roman's pet turtle, and Roman taking out the Cress plants and setting them on the window sill by his desk.

"soooooooo adorable!!" Patton yelped. he was naturally very enthusiastic, but seemed to be putting a little extra umph into it now.

Logan smiled over at him. "Quite. This is a Trachemys Scripta Elegans, also known as the red-eared pond slider. These are among the most common species of pet turtles. Although, despite their prevalence, they are indeed 'adorable.'" Upon finishing his analysis, Logan looked back to Patton, who had been watching intently as Logan explained. Patton felt a light blush rise to his cheeks, looking away from Logan.

"H-how do you know so much about turtles?" Patton said quietly.

"Well, when I was young, I really wanted a pet turtle. My mother, well, she supported it, but my dad... well, they came to a compromise, that if I did my research and took care of it on my own, that I could have a pet turtle."

"...And? Did you end up getting one?" Patton asked, his face showing plainly how emotionally invested in this story he'd become.

"Yes. His name was Star, I had him for a total of two years and three months." Logan said shortly.

"Why only two years? What happened?" Patton said. "I thought turtles lived for a long time?"

"They do, but Star was already 46. I got him from a rescue center; he had been left in an aquarium on the side of the road. I knew before committing to keeping him that he wouldn't last too much longer." Logan reminisced, but only for a moment. "Anyway, that was years ago." He said shortly, turning away from Patton.

Just at that moment, Roman turned around and cleared his throat. "If I could have everyone's undivided attention," he side-eyed Virgil aggressively, who just smirked and seemed to relax more into Roman's bed. "ugh, typical. will you please come and join the conversation, Hot Topic?" he pressed.

"Aww, you think I'm hot." Virgil teased back as he sat up. Roman's eyes went wide, his cheeks darkening. But before Virgil could notice, Patton diverted the conversation.

"What's the plan, Roman? Logan?" Patton looked between the two of them, and they looked at each other. They both went to speak at the same time, interrupting each other. While Roman chuckled at the situation, Logan took the opportunity to speak first.

"Well, I assume that you don't have any fertilizer Roman, so we'll-"

"Actually, I had my dad pick some up on his way home from work! He bought two very different brands- one mainstream and one... liberal. I'll go grab those, and some plant pots." Roman interjected, and then pranced off out of his room to collect said items, leaving the three others alone in the room.

Immediately, Virgil got up from the bed, and bent down to check under the bed, rummaging around.

"What are you doing, Virgil?" Logan asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose again.

"Yeah, isn't that including on Roman's privacy?" Patton said, sounding a bit concerned.

"I believe the word you mean to use is 'intruding,' Patton, and the correct wording would be 'intruding upon,'" Logan corrected.

"Oh, sorry, 'intruding upon.' Thanks, Lo!" Patton said, smiling brightly. Logan felt his cheeks heat up, and smiled softly back to him.

"Well, if you must know," Virgil grunted, getting up from his crouching position on the floor and moving to examine Roman's bedside table, "I'm looking for his stash."

Logan and Patton shared a confused look. "what do you mean 'his stash?'" Patton asked, somehow looking more confused.

Virgil was now making his way into Roman's closet. "Whatever that means for Roman, I guess. the stuff he hides from his parents. Drugs, porn, you know. something juicy." Virgil clarified. Patton winced at the p word.

"Virgil! Not only is that - intruding upon - his privacy, but that's downright disrespectful! you stop that right now!" As Patton finished speaking, Virgil emerged from the closet empty handed.

"Well, either way, I just checked all the classic spots. nothing to write home about. Guess I'll have to up my searching game for next week." He teased Patton, who whimpered. Virgil plopped back onto the bed, and Logan was about to ask why Virgil would need to write a letter to his parents when he'd be returning home far before a letter would arrive. But, his opening mouth was cut off, as Roman returned with two small flat pots, both already consisting of two different looking types of fertilizer.

"It's amazing, the differences between these," Roman said, presenting the pots to his teammates. Patton leaned in, and Roman made a good point. One pot had grayer dirt, and much fewer flecks of minerals and nutrients, and the other looked rich with life - Patton half expected a worm to emerge from it.

Logan walked over to the sill where Roman had put the plants, setting them down on the empty section of the desk. Roman brought over the pots, and Logan pulled the Garden Cress plants out of their temporary plastic pots, placing them gently in their respective pots. While he did this, Roman stepped behind him and put his arms around Logan's waist, and growled lightly into his ear. Virgil scowled in their general direction, and Patton's face fell.

Through his blush, Logan cleared his throat. "Roman, that is inappropriate behavior, and frankly I'm not comfortable with it. Our relationship is currently strictly professional." His voice was a little unsteady and cracked once, but he kept himself composed for the most part.

Roman considered continuing to tease him, but decided to take a nobler, grander route. "Fine," He began, releasing Logan from their intimate embrace, "I'll leave you be today, but on one condition. Logan Montgomery, will you go on a date with me?"

Everyone in the room was shocked into silence, even Roman. He was surprised at his own confidence, but he just rolled with it, as he usually did. Virgil's scowl just worsened, and he quietly said he had to use the restroom, leaving with hardly a sound. Patton just looked horrified, all the color having drained from his face. But no one was looking at him.

Logan turned around slowly, looking Roman in the eyes, half expecting him to have some silly grin on his face and say "haha, just kidding! Man, I really had you there!" or something of the like. But Roman just returned his gaze confidently, a small smile tracing his face.

"...You're serious?" Logan said after a long moment. Patton was praying that he wasn't.

"deadly," Said Roman, his smile widening slightly.

Logan thought for a long moment. "...w-well, I'm not sure that's appropriate, consid-"

"Come on, just one date. That's all." Roman pleaded.

"And what of your reputation? Won't people be jealous? What if someone does someth-"

"I promise, I'll keep my... fans... from messing with you, if that's your biggest worry. Please, please please?" Roman pressed.

"...A-and I'm not sure my parents would approve. They've never allowed me to be involved with anyone romantically before, so-"

"I'm sure they'll be more understanding this time around! Or, better yet, just don't tell them!" Roman countered. He had a glint of determination in his eyes, and Logan knew he wasn't going to back down. He spent a long moment trying to think of some conflicting factor, but he couldn't come up with a thing. He also considered simply telling him he wasn't interested, but that would be a lie. Despite his better nature, Roman did capture his attention.

And so, with a somewhat defeated tone, Logan sighed and pushed his glasses up again. "Fine. One date. But that is all. I wouldn't plan on-" Logan tried to be stern, but Roman was pumping his fists in the air excitedly.

"yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!!!! Woohoo!!!!!!! Be prepared for the most romantic and fantastical evening of your life, my Iron Giant Nerd!! How's Thursday sound?"

"That is... adequate," Logan responded, not knowing what else to say.

"Excellent! Just give me one moment." Roman pulled out his phone, and from what Logan could see, he was looking something up. "...Okay! Perfect. I'll pick you up at from your house at, say, 7?"

"okay. I'll text you the address beforehand." Logan said shortly. He then set the pots on the windowsill, assuring that they were receiving equal amounts of light. "Alright, I'm going to go wash my hands in the kitchen and get some water for our specimens. Roman, the kitchen is the first left down the hall, correct?" Roman nodded, and Logan left swiftly. Roman just punched the air a few more times, and then fell back on his bed with a plop.

Patton was sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the ring on his right middle finger. Don't let it show.

He turned to address Roman, a smile gracing his face that few people would know was forced. "Congratulations on your first date, Roman! You guys make an adorable couple. I wish you a successful relationship!" He said.

Roman sat up and eyed him. "Really? I mean, from the way you and Logan were talking, I would've guessed you have a crush on-"

"Nope!" Patton said shortly, smiling more intensely. "I like Logan a lot as a friend, but I'm so glad he has you now! Well, hopefully. We'll see after your first date! What do you think, will he want to go on another one?" Patton waggled his eyebrows.

Roman delved back into his self-centered world once again, considering Patton's query. "Well, I certainly hope so. I'm quite... attracted to Logan, so hopefully we connect on an emotional and mental level as well. If I play my cards right, I think he'll fall for me." Roman idly speculated, smiling at Patton.

"I'm sure! I mean, you are such a charmer, from what I've seen. I-I mean no disrespect! I don't mean like that. I mean you have an inmate skill for attracting people! I think you have a shot." As Patton finished, Logan returned with clean hands and a spray bottle, walking over to the plants in the sill.

"Once again Patton, the word you mean to use is 'innate.' Don't worry, you'll get there." Logan assured, spritzing each plant exactly five times. "Roman, since you'll be the primary parent of these plants, i beg you, please don't falter in consistently watering them. five spritzes each, every day, preferably when you get home from school. If you don't have confidence in your commitment to this, as I don't, I suggest setting a reminder on your phone." Logan turned to Roman, watching expectantly for him to pull out his phone.

"Oh calm down, calculator watch. I have complete 'confidence in my commitment,' thank you very much," Roman said, earning a grimace from Logan, who then turned away and pulled out his own phone. Once Logan's attention was diverted, Roman did in fact pull out his phone and set a reminder for watering the cress.

Just as he was slipping his phone back into his pocket, Roman felt it buzz. "There's my address. Now, I'm going to call my parental units. I must be getting home, as I have work to do. For now, none of you should worry about the report itself, I'll be writing up a draft tonight and sharing it with each of you. Excuse me." And with that, Logan left the room once again to call his father, leaving Roman and Patton in silence.

Suddenly, Roman thought of something. "Hey, where's Virgil? Count Woe-laf may not be the best company, but it seems he's been absent for an excessive amount of time."

Patton didn't say anything as he listened to Roman, his thoughts quickly beginning to race. He's right. When did Virgil leave? Oh, when Roman first asked Logan. Oh, no... he wouldn't have been gone this long, unless-

Patton stood abruptly. "Wait here. I'll be right back." He said quickly, rushing out the door, leaving Roman to speculate.

[sevensstories]

I Thought I Knew You Chapter 2: Contraband

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Characters: Angel Dust, Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Husker, Niffty, Cherri Bomb, Fat Nuggetz Ships: Radiodust slowburn Updates: Maybe every Thursday depending on my schedule Warnings: Alcohol mention, drug mention, mature content, mature language

Chapter 1: House Arrest Chapter 2: Contraband You Are Here Chapter 3: Day 1 Chapter 4: Day 2

Read it on AO3, or just read under the cut!

Alastor was a sadist.

That was something he could never deny. One of his favorite pastimes here in hell was watching lesser demons struggle through their miserable lives. Truth be told, that was one of the only reasons he signed up for the hotel in the first place. So he could entertain himself with the sight of Hell’s lowliest continuously trying to better themselves, only to fail miserably and fall into the pits of despair time and time again. It was quality entertainment at it’s finest.

However, when the tables were turned, that was an entirely different story. He did not appreciate feelings of fear or discomfort, and nothing made his ever-present smile falter more than the thought of himself displaying such weakness to another demon. Luckily for him, he was terrifying enough that anyone testing him was an extremely rare occurrence. Unless, of course, that anyone was a harlot named Angel Dust. 

Alastor had to admit, part of him was impressed by Angel Dust’s lack of preservation instinct. Most demons took one glance at him and turned tail. Angel Dust, on the other hand, had offered to suck his… well. What exactly he had offered was not of importance. What was important was that looking him dead (haha, dead) in the eyes and suggesting such services took either incredible courage or stupidity. From what he knew about Angel Dust, he would have to assume it was the latter. Regardless of the cause, the end result was the same. Angel Dust flustered Alastor, and Alastor hated it . So, when the opportunity arose to make Angel Dust squirm, Alastor jumped at the chance to return the favor.

Posing as Angel Dust’s warden should, if nothing else, prove to be an interesting way to pass the time. He was sure to catch the other demon doing something he shouldn’t, and he would delight in the opportunity to spoil whatever contraband fun he could. Angel Dust had pushed him too far for too long,  now it was Alastor’s pleasure to return the favor.

Speaking of his new duties, he did believe now was the prime opportunity for what would soon become a routine room search.  Charlie had given Angel Dust the afternoon as one last sweet taste of freedom (Supervised, of course, and at Alastor’s suggestion. Nothing was crueler than showing him exactly what he would be missing for the next month), so his room would be uninhabited for the next couple of hours. This was the perfect time for Alastor to get better acquainted with Angel Dust’s room and all of its potential hiding places. 

Humming a gentle tune, Alastor made his way to the room in question. He only hesitated for a moment before opening the door. He would be lying if he said part of him wasn’t troubled with what he would potentially find. Alastor had no doubt Angel Dust had a hidden stash of alcohol and his beloved drugs, but that wasn’t what concerned him. There was one thing Alastor was sure Angel Dust had to have hidden away and, as much as Alastor would much rather ignore it, he couldn’t very well let him go on keeping it. Confiscating his, ahem, toys , would hit far harder than any missing substances. Although Alastor would never go on looking for such things of his own accord, watching Angel Dust agonize over their loss would be more than worth it.

He glanced around, taking in the room around him. He had never come here before, and he wrinkled his nose a bit when he was reminded why. It was very pink , the color making up the majority of the decor with both black and white accents. The bed was in the shape of a heart, because of course it was, with silk sheets and incredibly plush, fluffy pillows. A soft, light pink rug rested near the foot of the bed, large enough to cover the center of the room. A television was pressed back onto the far wall, along with a small dresser. A bookcase sat near the bed along with a nightstand with a small, pink lamp. The dimmed lights of the room set a suggestive tone that made Alastor scoff, and the entirety of the place smelled very much like the night clubs he so adamantly refused to set foot in. Overall, Alastor could safely say it was exactly what he had been expecting, save for two small details. The tidiness of the room and the fact that the bookcase was definitely not empty, and he had a hard time believing Angel Dust actually read . He ventured closer, peering at the titles out of curiosity. What was it that the other demon enjoyed from the literary arts?

Oh.

Alastor’s smile faltered for just a moment before he turned away. Those were not, in fact, books, but rather his very extensive collection of his own… films . He vaguely remembered Charlie mentioning letting him keep them, as they were something he made rather than indulged in, and of course he would keep them front and center. How tacky. 

Doing his best to put the films out of his mind, he continued to explore the small room. Now, if he were a certain sex-obsessed demon, where would he keep his stash? There were no obvious hiding places, not unless Angel Dust was simple enough to hide things under his bed.

...Alastor decided to check under the bed. 

He bent down and pulled up the bed skirt, mentally preparing himself for anything he may find. He was surprised to find absolutely nothing.

“Hm. Maybe not so simple after all.” He let the skirt fall before he straightened up, glancing around the rest of the room. Where else to check? He peeked in the drawers of the dresser next, pleasantly surprised with what he found. Although there were a few more risque lingerie items, the majority of the casual wear looked to be more for comfort and less for style. Oversized, soft sweaters, loose shorts, clothing he never would have thought Angel Dust found appealing. He peeked under the clothes and felt around the drawers, checking for hidden items and false bottoms. Surprisingly enough, he found nothing. Alastor pursed his lips as he scanned the rest of the room, arms tucked behind his back as he took slow steps around the perimeter. If he were Angel Dust, where would he-- 

A soft creak underneath his foot caught his attention. That was odd, the floorboards of the hotel rarely made a sound. He looked down, brows furrowed. The floor had creaked from under the rug. The perfect cover for if someone had wrenched up one of the floorboards and wanted to hide it. His grin widened as he knelt and shoved the rug aside, quickly spotting the one board that was up slightly higher than the rest. Pulling it back took little to no effort on his part, and he was greeted by the sight of a rather extensive stash of bottles of liquor and several bags of white powder.

“There we go!” His giddy tone betrayed his delight. “Now, I knew you were struggling, dear Angel Dust, but my my if you don’t keep enough to truly indulge .”

He wasted no time emptying the crevice, making sure nothing remained before he put everything else back the way he found it. There, that was one less thing Angel Dust could abuse during his house arrest. Although, Alastor couldn’t help but notice that there was something missing. Angel Dust specialized in one thing, and Alastor was well aware that he had an assortment of tools. He had mentioned his fondness for them on a number of occasions, much to Alastor’s disgust. If he hadn’t put all of his contraband in one place, where else could he have possibly hid them?

Alastor had to admit, Angel Dust was more clever than he had expected.

He spent the next few minutes searching the rest of the room, looking everywhere from behind the television to the insides of the bed posts. When his search proved fruitless, he was left frustrated and at a loss. Alastor knew Angel Dust had ties with the mafia during his former life, and that that meant he probably was no stranger to finding wonderful hiding places, but this was absolutely ridiculous. Angel Dust was definitely not one of the craftier demons in hell, and Alastor would be damned if he was outsmarted by a drug addicted, sex obsessed harlot.

He scanned the room one last time with a sigh. He had searched everything . Maybe he had been mistaken in his assumption. Maybe Angel Dust hadn’t managed to keep his beloved “toys”. Maybe the only thing he had kept from his former life as a pornography star was the collection of films that lined his bookcase.

Alastor’s eyes widened. The bookcase . He had been so eager to avoid it that he hadn’t bothered to examine it for possible hiding places. He hesitated for only a moment before he dared venture over, inspecting the thing far closer than he ever would have liked. Nothing out of the ordinary on the surface, just rows of films that Alastor would much rather had not been there. He considered a moment before he pulled them off the shelf one by one, opening the case and inspecting it before closing it and putting it back in its place. Well, he certainly wasn’t hiding anything inside of the cases, which meant Alastor had exposed himself to those graphic covers for nothing. There were parts of Angel Dust he would have been happy living the entirety of his afterlife without seeing, and he would really have rathered it had stayed that way. Oh well.

He leaned to look at the back of the bookcase, eyes running over it to spot and irregularities. He was highly disappointed to find none. It was clearly an ordinary bookcase, much to his disappointment. He supposed confiscating the drugs would have to do. He gave the bookcase one last glance over before heading out, but something made him stop. The bookcase was fairly wide from front to back, that much was clear from examining the sides.Then why, pray tell, were the shelves so shallow? There was hardly room for even the films to fit, the disc cases pushed nearly to the very front edge. He paused before stepping closer to the shelf, bringing up a hesitant hand to knock on the back wall. He was rewarded with a soft, hollow sound.

Alastor’s grin widened with the discovery, his eyes glinting deviously. He had to admit, a false back was crafty, more clever than anything he would have expected Angel Dust to come up with. Once he cleared the shelves of films, he was able to see just how seamless the set-up was. Nearly flawless, save for the back of the shelf not lining up with the back of the case. Really, it was brilliant, but not brilliant enough. He removed the false back, revealing rows of instruments that could only have one purpose. Alastor sighed and materialized a bag into his hand. Although he would rather not touch any of these, especially while knowing where exactly they had been, it would be more than worth it when Angel Dust found them all missing. 

Alastor just hoped that he was around to hear his cries of anguish at the discovery.

-xxx-

Angel Dust made his way back to his room, Fat Nuggetz cradled in his arms. If this was going to be the last time he was going outside for a while, it was only fair that his pet got to go too. He doubted anyone would be willing to walk them, and they needed the not-so-fresh air as much as he did. He stepped into his room and sat Nuggetz down with a sigh. “Alright, Nugz, guess this starts now…”

Angel Dust stopped and tensed. Something was wrong. 

He scanned the room, looking for anything that may have caught his attention. Was it just him, or was the rug just slightly off? His eyes widened. Oh, oh no, not the rug. Angel Dust didn’t hesitate to kneel and rip the rug up, eyes darting to the floor board he had pried up when he first moved in. It came up easier than usual and he was greeted with the sight of an empty cavity. He sat there in shock for a moment before he felt rage begin to bubble up in his stomach. Vaggie and Charlie had both been out with him, so this left only one culprit.

“My drugs! That son of a bitch!” He snarled, gripping the floorboard tight enough to crack it. “Nuggetz, I swear to fuck, when I find that dial-eyed bastard I’m gonna rip him to pieces!” 

Of course, when Angel Dust took a moment to consider, it was very clear that there was nothing he could do to Alastor for this. Even if Alastor wasn’t powerful enough to make challenging him impossible, there was no way to confront him without admitting he had the stash in the first place. It was the perfect crime, and it really pissed Angel Dust off. He took a deep breath to calm himself so he could think. Okay, so Alastor had taken his drugs and alcohol, and withdrawal was probably going to be a bitch. But at least there was one thing he hadn’t found. His eyes wandered over to his bookcase, his personal collection perfectly in place. Just as he had left it.

“At least I get to keep somethin’ ,” he murmured to himself as he stood and walked over to the shelves. With practiced hands he took out the false back, not even disturbing the DVD cases that rested in front of it. However, his smile was quick to fade when he discovered that this too was empty. “No, no no no no no , how?!” He ripped off the backs of the other shelves, desperate to find something that remained. He threw the boards down on the floor with a cry when his search proved fruitless.

“ALASTOR, YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I’LL KILL YOU!”

-xxx-

“ALASTOR, YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I’LL KILL YOU!”

Alastor glanced up from his book as Angel Dust’s voice echoed through the empty hotel hallways, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Ah yes, there were the cries he had been waiting for.

[beanwaitingforya]

Daisuga Art Students AU Part 2

*drops this here quietly* I still don’t have a name for this halp? Inspired by @priintaniere‘s CUTE ADORABLE ART 

Part 1 Here and Part 3 Here

Note: This is from Sugawara’s POV, more notes at end, and this is pretty much unedited whoops, all mistakes are mine

Sugawara Koushi does not have crushes. He's had a few flings, to be sure, but nothing ever serious. Nothing that ever made his skin burn with excitement or had him dancing on his toes. He maintains this stance when his friend visits him at his part-time job working at the campus library. He's sitting at the front counter, doodling on a scrap of paper while he waits for someone to check out books, when Yaku Morisuke barrels inside. He leans against the tall desk, just barely able to rest his arms on the counter. "Suga, you would NOT believe what Kuroo said, I can't even - Hey, you're drawing that guy again!" Yaku stops mid-sentence to point at Suga's latest doodle, not much more than the back of a head and a well-defined back. Suga absentmindedly erases a bit, then thickens a few lines. "What?" "You know, muscles guy. You're always drawing this same dude. Anyway, will you listen to this? Kuroo said he'd wait for me after practice, but ditched me for Kenma again, the bastard -" Yaku kept talking but Sugawara wasn't listening. Muscles guy? Who was he even talking about? He supposed the dark-haired man he was currently drawing looked a bit familiar, but that wasn't too surprising. He flipped over the scrap of paper to some doodles he had done at breakfast and sure enough it was the same guy, dark, closely cropped hair, wide shoulders, and muscles. He was still admiring the biceps he had drawn when Yaku's voice suddenly dropped to a whisper. He tugged on Suga's sweater and pointed over his shoulder. "Hey, is that the guy? The one you've been drawing for weeks?" he hissed. Two guys with oversized art portfolios and messenger bags had just walked in, claiming a large table by the small corner cafe. One was tall, wearing a long coat, and had long hair pulled back into a ponytail. The other was wearing a dark beanie and navy hoodie. They had their backs to the counter, but looked strangely familiar... "What, the tall one with the longish hair? No, that's not the same guy-" Long-haired dude sat down while the other guy dropped his bags, taking off the beanie and ruffling his hair. As he turned to stand in line for the cafe, Suga finally caught a glimpse of his face. "It's him," Suga whispered. Sawamura Daichi, the subject of his sketches, was standing in line for coffee, just twenty feet away. "Yaku, stop staring!" Suga hissed. "Oho, he's pretty good looking. You should tell him to join the volleyball team, I'm sure Kuroo and Bokuto would enjoy that. That other guy is pretty tall too." Yaku ignored Suga to contemplate the stranger's ability. "We could use a few wing spikers-" "Yaku, cut it out, go home or go study!" Suga scolded. He was saved by a girl with an armload of books. "Shoo, I've got work now, Yaku!" He smiled at the girl while delivering a chop to Yaku's head. She looked slightly alarmed, but quietly handed over her mountain of books while Yaku sulked out the front doors. Sugawara was absorbed in scanning, so he didn't notice a familiar figure in line until he stepped up. "Hey, Sugawara. Didn't know you worked here," Daichi said quietly. A soft, gentle smile appeared on his face, and Suga was taken by surprise. He seemed much more...serious, the last time they were paired together for drawing class. Daichi handed over a few large books, then stuffed his hands into the large pocket of his hoodie while he waited. "Oh, you remember me! It's been a few weeks, huh? Yeah, this is my part-time job." He took the books from Daichi to scan. "It's a pretty easy job, and I can do some work if it's really slow here. These are over-size, so make sure to bring them back in two weeks to return or renew, instead of the usual four, okay?" He stamped the card on the inside of each book.

"Yeah, sure. How often do you work here? My friend, Asahi, will probably drag me back to study for the art history exam later this week." Daichi gathered his books as Sugawara finished scanning them. "Uh, just a couple of days a week. My next shift is on Saturday though, same time. I have that exam too! You must be in the Tuesday-Thursday class, right? I'm on Wednesdays and Fridays," Sugawara replied. "Yikes, that's a late shift," Daichi chuckled. His eyes crinkled, and Suga got the sudden urge to sketch the little smile lines on Daichi's face. Suga shook his head, partly to rid himself of the feeling, and partly to answer Daichi. "Well, if you're free, Asahi and I will be studying here all week, you're welcome to join us. He complains that when we study at work we always get flour over our stuff." Flour? "Ah, I'll take you up on that!" Another person began walking up with an armload of books, but Suga didn't want the conversation to end. He scribbled his contact information on a corner of the scrap paper he had hastily stuffed under a textbook and handed it to Daichi. "Just shoot me a message whenever you're planning on studying. Sorry, I should help..." his voice trailed off. Daichi looked over his shoulder, eyebrows rising when he noticed a line forming. "Ah, sorry, for keeping you. I'll let you get back to work, Sugawara." He turned to leave, but Suga called out to him one more time. "Just Suga is fine!"

He was hushed by three impatient people in line, his coworker at the desk beside him, and his conscience. 

He spent the rest of the evening putting books away, checking books out for people, and sneaking glances at Daichi, and wondering why in the world they had flour at work. 

Scratch that last part, he couldn't even believe his staring was subtle at all, he was just incredibly lucky that Daichi was intent on passing his art history exam. He had given up on scribbling on his small scrap of paper, so he dumped out a few sketchbooks from his bag, putting back the ones used exclusively for class. Computer graphics was a spiral bound, black cover that he slid back into his bag. His art history notebook had normal notes so he stuffed that one back into his bag as well. He finally selected a plain brown flip book, the size of a paper back and opened it to the first few pages. 

Shit, Yaku was right. Sure enough, the pages and doodles all starred one Sawamura Daichi. How did he even manage to draw him this much when they barely saw each other even with one shared class? Why had he drawn his hands so much? As he flipped through page after page, Suga's heart sunk. I've got it bad, he thought. Real bad. 

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Suga had spent his precious few nights off attempting to study at the library with Daichi and Asahi. Attempting because as much as he tried to study, he just ended up doodling Daichi's smile, Daichi's hands, Daichi's neck, and Daichi eating a granola bar. He adjusted his scarf and his notebook, angling it slightly in his lap as he settled into a large plush chair. They had chosen a quiet corner of the library after Asahi had said the cafe smelled too much like work - apparently the two worked at a bakery down the street. 

They hadn't realized he spent the whole time sketching, so Suga figured it was fine to continue...discretely. 

But he hadn't anticipated Daichi asking to see his work himself. Asahi had just gotten up to get another coffee when Daichi had slid his chair over to Suga's. Suga quickly flipped the page, covering a doodle of Daichi's ankle, only to find another of the back of his head. Shit, really me? His face colored slightly as he shut the notebook completely. 

"Hey, Suga." Daichi whispered. Suga looked up, cocking his head to the side with a tentative smile.

"You might as well call me Daichi, Asahi does anyway." Suga let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "And, this might be a bit forward of me, but well-" Daichi rubbed the back of his head, why was he so damn cute all the time? "I'd like to ask you something, if it's okay." Suga nodded, but he had a bad feeling creep up his spine.  Suga knew what Daichi was going to ask.

He knew and was still sweating. He ran a hand through his messy hair, prepared to come up with an excuse, any excuse, but he was still drawing a blank. Daichi was going to see and realize he had the biggest crush on him, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He already felt the heat creeping up his neck, and Suga clutched at his scarf, clenching his teeth so hard he swore he could hear them rattling.

"Suga, could I see your sketchbook?"

Bean says: omfgsurghlsighvbneawrig it took so long? So I realized the stuff I had originally written for a part 2 were boring and hard to write because THERE WAS NO CLIMAX OR ANYTHING you know like problem -> solution type of resolution and while this doesn’t exactly have resolution I feel like it’s better than whatever I had before haha. So basically I scrapped the old part and rewrote the whole part (which was not too bad since it’s not so long). ALSO my tenses are probably all over the place welp @_@ ALSO I PROMISED A CUTE ANON I’D HAVE THIS DONE BY THIS WEEKEND I HOPE YOU ENJOY I WISH I COULD TAG YOU 

<3  Bean

[heirsofdiscord]

{Ooc.} Updates Slow going around here because, despite my desire to work on this blog more seriously after finishing ShB msq my brain, instead, went HARD on the self-isolation thing. Sorry about that! Ahaha;...

That said!!

Went and threw together a background (of debatable quality) for the blog and did away with the sidebar since I can’t figure out why there’s that little bit of space and the repeating business was ugly anyway.

Was working on some stupid graphic meme thing because the idea popped into my head and has haunted me for months now so... expect that at some point??

Added The Burn’s profile. Actually went for informative and succinct this time instead of my usual “longer than needed, fanciful but says absolutely nothing important about anything” style.

Took out Lochlann, Vol’jin and TV from my roster for now.

I said I’d give Vol’jin an actual canonical backstory after finishing SB and I may have the framework but I wanna re-read Shadows of the Horde before I start laying down concrete. But also... Warcraft makes me irate.

TV. I just... still haven’t figured out a good replacement for his fleshcrafting?? He’s not a big priority though for similar reasons to Lochlann who-

I need to work through some emotional BS before I can continue to even PRETEND to do anything with. VtM kinda makes me exceedingly anxious now and I was trying to reclaim these two but I’m just not ready yet... Still Montie’s brother. Still out there. Just not available.

Added The Burn (obviously), Lachefaux and Lotte to the roster. Profiles inc as I get energy.

Put sources on the (three or four measly) quotes I have in profiles.

May or may not have been throwing resources at possibly doing a fanfiction with Moth’ir and Thancred between 1.0 and ARR-ish because I’m bad at using my time wisely and have no self control. (Yoshi-P and his team are truly a blessing and what in the actual !!fuck!! is 1.0′s story)

Someone chatted me up on Montie at 3 am and next thing I knew I was apart of a FC that has rp events on Thursday at 5 am my time which is EXHAUSTING but fun and also good to have a scheduled social interaction so I’m not being completely isolated, haha.

Freeing up Marduk’s backstory so he’s been out faffing about the last however long it’s been since the Third Astral Era instead of chilling in Azys Lla (rewriting profile as we speak)

Speaking of, my sister’s birthday present to me was transferring Marduk over to Crystal so aaaay. Only two remaining on EU.

Also just noticed someone tagged me in something only a few moments ago?? Thanks! Didn’t expect that. Will get to when I have a moment ♥♥♥

Also also need to go through my followers since I keep getting new ones and I think some of you personals have sideblogs? I am not an observant man.

There’s probably more but I’m losing concentration. Speaking of! My coherency is intimately tied with my emotional state so my writing (and drawing) may start to get fucked for a bit here. idk what’s going on with me besides the usual song and dance. Just a heads up, haha.

[annakie]

Thoughts on Andromeda, Part Three

*edit* I’m going to just call all my Andromeda text-and-pic posts from here on out Thoughts on Andromeda and remove that “First few hours” since I want to make this an ongoing thing.

I finished the trial, and by that I mean, I played 10 hours.  I did not get to any “end point”, haha.  I game slow and methodically, talking to everyone, scanning every thing, etc.

Spoiler free: I can’t wait to play more.  I’m so mad I can’t finish up what I was in the middle of.  I can’t believe I have to wait until TUESDAY to continue, and even then I have to go to work all day first.  It’ll be torture.

Also, since apparently the trial I downloaded wasn’t the special edition I’d ordered, I didn’t get the items I was supposed to etc. for the edition I ordered.  I uninstalled the trial version I got and am re-installing the correct version now. I’m not sure if I hope I can pick back up where I was or if I’d be cool with starting over.  I’m sure I can make it back to where I was in more like, 6 hours knowing what I know now about where to go, what’s useful and what’s not, knowing what conversations are going to happen where, how to solve some quests, etc.

Did I have more graphics glitches?  Yep.  Were they anything more than minor distractions?  Nope. Am I enjoying the hell out of myself and this game? Hell yeah.

OK enough with the spoiler-free.  Let’s get into it, with abounding spoilers.  And screenshots!

When I left off, I was wandering around Habitat 7, trying to find all the things.  I was feeling a bit overwhelmed and lost as I stopped playing Thursday night, but I was also super tired so, that played into it.   Picking back up finally this morning, I was ready to go.

I quickly appreciated how, although there were a lot of mountains and pits in the area, there were still a couple of routes to get to / from each objective in the area.  I was slightly annoyed that I was pretty far away from the storyline objective when Cora started calling for help, since I still had a couple of other things to get to.  So I put her on the back burner and tracked to the couple of objectives I still needed to get to.  One of which, I’d already been to.  I would have liked some kind of “Hey you’ve seen what you need to see in this location” marker.

Found Cora, helped out, and started at this point to get combat a little better, especially after my first level up and putting some points into some things.  I’d already explored the area where Dad had made his way to, it was nice to get a bit of dialog from Liam mentioning we’d already been there.

I’m going to spend most of this review posting a screenshot and talking about the person or scene in that shot, rather than just big blocks of text.  Incoming!

It was, honestly, a comfort seeing that N7 armor again, even if “I” wasn’t wearing it.  The mission with Dad was a bit reminiscent of ME3′s opening with Anderson, though it was nice to keep both Cora and Liam with me.  The entire charge was hectic, and fun, and I felt like I barely had time to scan things and maybe missed some loot along the way.  

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I’d bumped my graphics settings up to Ultra for this, just to see how my 4gb GTX 960 would handle it. The rest of my system is starting to get pretty dated, though I still am at or above minimum specs, with the graphics card hitting near rec’d specs.  I dropped from 60fps pretty solid at High settings to 30fps at ultra, but nothing else was too bad.  I later bumped back down to High, and couldn’t tell too much difference.  

I super appreciate the already nice textures.  Nothing looked mushy, like most things do in the first three games.  Except for hair, hopefully nothing NEEDS to be re-textured.

I’d been spoiled about Alec Ryder’s fate thanks to not having my spoiler tags set up yet, or maybe just poking my nose into posts where it shouldn’t have been yet, and it was sad, but also a great scene.

And absolutely visually stunning.  It did a great job of setting up mystery.  So far the opening hours have been setting up question after question, every little bit you learn opens up dozens more questions.  

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I would have liked to have a little bit more emotion out of Ryder when learning her father’s fate.  I had been choosing almost all emotional answers... upper right when available, lower right if only the lower options are available, and tried to RP Ryder as being as close as possible to her father, or at least understanding, so I hoped for maybe a little more shock and sadness about her father’s death but... maybe there’s more to come than I’ve seen of that so far.

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I want to just send some love and applause to Natalie Dormer for her work as Lexit T’Perro.  She’s so good I actually forget I’m talking to Natalie Dormer. I’m SO GLAD she’s gonna be on the ship with us full time!

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My heart melted a little when Liam gave this look.  Liking Liam more and more as I spend time with him.  The “shooting the dead thing too much” scene was a little cringe-y, I admit, but way less than some reviewers have lead me to believe.

Still loving his VA.

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This cutscene was... interesting, I feel like we don’t know ANYTHING about the Kett or their motivations so far, but also, let’s give Bioware some time to set up a story.  The Geth seemed to be set up to be the villains of the series when all we had was Eden Prime.

When I was watching the scene I thought “Someday, I’m going to play through the game a second or tenth time and finally care about this scene and understand its motivations.”  Right now it felt like a generic baddie reveal, there to put forth even more questions.

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That said, I was ready to start getting into the meat and potatoes of the game, and was excited when things started progressing and we got to the Nexus.

My heart skipped a little, seeing it so reminiscent of the Citadel, and this scene clearly was made to echo that first, iconic Citadel approach, but with something very, very wrong. I almost could have done with a little more creepy abandoned Nexus atmospheric exploration, but there will be plenty of time for exploring creepy abandoned places, I’m sure.

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It was a fun introduction to this guy, though.

I wonder how many Shakarians immediately went to google to see if he’s romanceable. :)  I admit, I actually wondered. I like him so far.

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The game did a great job of introducing you to the important characters on the Nexus.  My ONLY quibble is that it did the “Oh here’s 4 people to talk to in ANY ORDER feel free to go in any order but if you talk to a certain one of them first the quest completes!” thing.  I had to reload, but just mashed spacebar over the dialog I had to see again.

Oh that’s a neat feature -- if you hit the spacebar once instead of auto-skipping dialog it brings up a small dialog box saying “Press Space to skip” so you get an extra chance to not accidentally skip dialog if you didn’t want to.  That came in handy once or twice.

So anyway... 

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I love her and want to subscribe to her newsletter.  So glad we get a regular female Krogan around again.  Really interested in finding out more about her.  I am kind of torn on their Genophage semi-cure thing, but I am glad they addressed it.  It’s a believable explanation, at least.  I like to think Mordin had a hand in the genetic improvements.

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Not a fan of her, though we’re clearly not supposed to be.  I’m guessing she’s either going to turn out to be evil or your “person you hate but they save your ass anyway” frienemy at some point.

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Look, I want to not like or trust him, because there’s fairly strong echos of Anoleis here, but he’s voiced by Kumail Nanjiani, who I adore so.... I kind of love him already.  

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I know he was just part of a side quest, one I have already finished, but I hope he hangs around.

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I got a little teary-eyed at this.  Glad to see we’re still going to be collecting ships.

And I mean... I totally did get a little choaked up hearing Liara’s letters and log entries.  It was a really great slice of “home”.  Liara is far from my fave (I like her and all, just... not in my Top 8) but... it was great to hear her voice.

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I really appreciated Mom-Ryder actually looking like my F!Ryder.  And seeing the Citadel again, even just a small room, and people talking about the council and all, another small slice of home, even one that happened before ME1.

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Okay, that’s part 1.  Since we have a long wait til the game unlocks tomorrow, I’ll probably do a Part 2 at some point, because I have so. many. thoughts, and haven’t even finished talking about the Nexus or started on the Tempest or planet scanning or Eos yet.

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Moving to a new city can be tough, but moving to a new city AND becoming a full-time entrepreneur can be even more difficult. Meet Brittney Winbush, the 25-year-old founder and creator of your ideal “vibe in a box,” Alexandra Winbush. If you’re not familiar with her brand Alexandra Winbush, then sis you are missing out. When you head to the site, you are able to determine the type of vibe you’re in, and from there you will be given the ideal candle, tea and playlist that aligns with your mood. Pretty cool, right?

This super creative concept of a brand was introduced to us our our NYC Create and Chill event. After hearing Brittney speak about the launch of her brand, we knew we had to chat with her about how this all came about as well as how she’s able to balance it all. Keep reading for the inspirational girlboss vibes that Brittney gives off in our chat with her:

On Her Move To New York

It’ll be two years in August since I moved to New York on a whim with my best friend Chandler. It was a very quick process, we made the decision and started looking for jobs but quickly realized we needed to be in New York to get hired in New York so we decided to just go. We only told a handful of friends because we didn’t know what would happen once we got there, we just wanted to do. Unfortunately, I go sick in the midst of our grand plan, and had to have a surgery. I was on bed rest for 14 days after my surgery and on the 15th day we moved to New York. We had no jobs, no where to live, and no real plan besides make it work or go back to Atlanta. In a way this describes my life, a go getter. Some people need solid plans and an exact blueprint – not me, I just need the goal. However I get there is between God and myself – I’m open to the journey and since moving here, it’s been quit the journey.

On Her Day-to-Day Routine As An Entrepreneur

I’m still learning everyday what goes into being an entrepreneur and because of that, each day looks so different. I do have some things I try to stick to on specific days.

On Sundays, I plan out my social content for the week. I also try to take pictures and make graphics for anything I will need that week.

On Mondays, I have a phone call with my mom, I tell her what goals I have so she can hold me accountable and she also tells me what she would like to see me accomplish for the week. On Mondays I also try to be a little bit more social media heavy because I want to get any last minute orders in before Tuesday.

On Tuesdays I ship orders. By shipping orders on Tuesday, my customers usually have their packages between Thursday and Friday, which gives me great weekend content.

Besides that, everyday looks so different because I don’t know what will be thrown at me at any given moment. My company is still such a baby and I am still trying to figure out how to best utilize each day. As an entrepreneur everyday is a day of learning.

The Background Story On The Creation Alexandra Winbush 

  In December of 2017 whenever anyone asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I said candles. I didn’t get any though haha. So when my brother asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I said candles and he got me the most amazing candles ever. I was in love with the packaging and I thought, “Girl you really love candles”. After Christmas I flew back to New York from Atlanta and lit my candles and that’s when the initial thought hit me. I told my mom and only my mom – that was in January. I announced my company the last week of April and official launched on May 1st.

Alexandra Winbush is my passion project that is meant to give the world a little more peace. We sell candles that are matched with a tea flavor and accompanied with a perfectly curated playlist. Each set has its own unique vibe that will help you escape. The initial idea sparked for my love for candles. However, the development of the company came from digging deep into myself, “Why do I love candles?”, “What else do I love?”, “Where does this come from?” When I reflected on everything the common factor was my battle with depression that was heighten when I survived a house fire my sophomore year of college. So, the foundation comes from there. It’s ironic because it shows me that Alexandra Winbush was already in me 5 years ago.

On When She New It Was Time To Follow Her Dreams

Pretty much the second I feel it in my heart I go for something, it’s always kind of a leap of faith for me. If it does not work out and it did not kill me, I probably learned from it. On the other hand, if it does then great! That’s how it was with this move to New York. I knew it could go either way but once I decided in my mind I was going to move here, I just did it.

On The Importance Of Having Supportive Friends 

One of the major growth moments I’ve had over the last year was caring more about myself and my well being, thus being protective of my energy. I actually had a lot of friendships that came to an end last year and I have no regrets about that. The people around me are angels in human form. They teach me so much mentally and spiritually. We grow and feed into each other in a way that is hard to grasp unless you’re in the circle. I really could not ask for better friends.

We are all entrepreneurs and creatives for the most part, so when starting a business or brand and having the type of support system that I do, it’s like already having a little team before even starting.

On Who Inspires & Motivates Her

My parents are the most inspirational people in my life. I almost cannot believe they are actually my parents because they are such badasses! Both of parents are entrepreneurs, and during most of my developing years, I watched them create companies, separately and together. It is such an inspiring thing to witness up close. I am extremely motivated by them because I have seen their journey. It has been tough, there has been lots of road blocks, speed bumps, and all but they never stopped. Now they have 3 successful companies and knowing that they can do it helps me know that I can, too. They are also my biggest supporters. There’s nothing I can’t come to them with that they will second guess. They believe in me wholeheartedly and support me 110% in everything.

Her Advice To Aspiring Entrepreneurs

I would tell any entrepreneur on this journey to remember why you started down this path. It will never be easy, but it will be rewarding. You have to choose happiness and positivity. If you were to let every little thing that were to go wrong in your business affect you then you would run your company to the ground. With anything in life, you have to choose to find the positive in each situation. I remember one day carrying 25 orders down 3 flights of stairs and pulling my back. I started crying because it hurt so badly but the shipping place closed in an hour. I could have let that ruin my day and mood but instead, I was just grateful to have orders to ship. I think if I keep that kind of attitude my business will continue to thrive and I will keep my mental peace.

On Her Current Go-To Beauty Product For Summer

I’m masking all summer long! I love masking and I love trying new ones to see what works for me. I am also super obsessed with Base Butter’s RADIATE. On my no make up days, it’s all I wear.

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Boss Talk with Alexandra Winbush Founder, Brittney Winbush Moving to a new city can be tough, but moving to a new city AND becoming a full-time entrepreneur can be even more difficult.