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leonstamatis · 1 year ago

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Requesting fic recs for quiet tragedies and intimate character studies. Preferably minimal focus on romance. I quite enjoy studies of mechanics as they correlate to narrative.

(send me a vibe and i’ll give you a blaseball fic reading list!)

all right. so i spent quite a bit of time on this one, but it is in no way comprehensive. there are tons of character studies in this fandom, and heaps of tragedies. also not usually a huge focus on romance in blaseball, especially post-discipline, although it’s certainly out there.

i tried to keep the characters varied and limit it to just one per author, but with most of these, if you like the one i’ve linked i can vouch for there being many more from the same person worth checking out. let’s get going.

“Agency” by kfrunt is what I would call quiet, although less of a tragedy or game mechanics. This is a Fall Ball-era fic looking at Wyatt Mason IV (Ivy) and Conditional Yuniesky, both of whom are struggling with their new worlds in different ways. It’s a good introduction to Conditional Yuniesky, and Ivy is a good introduction to the Wyatts as a whole, if you’re into that. They’re a whole little pocket of Blaseball fic that has plenty to comb through.

“dead mans party” by impernia is a look at how players mourn their lost teammates, particularly the Seattle Garages. It’s also a good look at the kind of person Arturo Huerta is, and from there, impern has a number of fics about both the Garages and their dead that hit this same vibe.

“F. All of the Above” by QueenEevee is certainly a tragic character study, looking at Hiroto Wilcox following Ruby Tuesday. It’s noteworthy less because of subject matter — if you want Ruby Tuesday content, there’s no shortage — but more because of the formatting. The way this fic approaches the loss knocks the wind out of me. A quick read, but a memorable one.

“the first dream” by swordfall is a look at Lottie Ceilingfan’s meteoric rise to fame and subsequent Ego status. If you don’t know Lottie, it’s a great introduction to her. It’s also a great introduction to what it was like on the Hades Tigers during the Expansion Era. A little less on the tragedy side, but there’s some mechanics and some creeping horror at the awareness of what’s to come.

“for agony i’d rather know” by novelsinourheads is a fantastic example of a character study that leans into the inherent weirdness of blaseball without getting too wacky with it. I’m a known Gerund Pantheocide liker and supporter, so it’s unsurprising to me that this one sticks in my brain, but Stara has dozens more character studies — many of which have an interesting and haunting approach to loss and tragedy, and all of which are well worth looking at.

“forever in a day” by paopuleaf is another Wyatt fic, but it’s also about the Vault, but it’s also about hauntings and ghosts and what it means to exist when you shouldn’t anymore. Atti is excellent at writing fics with a melancholy and lost sort of air, and this one is no exception.

“growing pains” by waveridden is a personal favorite of mine. it’s a little longer than a lot of the options on this list, but it’s worth the time and the effort. The fic as a whole is about a lot of things, mainly Gloria Bugsnax and xyr attempt to learn both humanity and family, and it makes me cry every time. There’s some game mechanics, because Hayden always includes those, but mostly it’s a look at Gloria and all the people xe loves.

“I thought i heard your laughter” by cedardivine is a fun one, honestly. Megan Ito exists in a lot of variations and I think everyone has a different take on them and who and how they are, but I like the idea that New Megan is just lurking around behind them. A character study with tragedy and game mechanics just off to the side, and a quick read besides.

“A Quick Guide to Unscattering in 8 Easy Steps” by Moondragon8 hits, I think, just about every note you’ve asked for. An interesting take on scattered players and their recovery, a look at Schneider Bendie as a character and what happens when you’re traded to a new team, and a creeping awareness that things aren’t as they should be. If you can’t tell, I love this one dearly.

“sequels” by waltztangocache similarly approaches a mechanic by way of an impacted player. I love the way Hen writes about the Ambush, and this look at Tom Kirby and what his life is like after revival. There’s a series of fics connected to this one, so if you like it, there’s more. I will admit I like Kirby best — but everything here is a great time.

“The Short (But Not Insignificant) ILB Career of Kiki Familia” by cyndakip is one that I think gets passed around a ton? But that’s because it’s good. Kiki wasn’t here for long at all, but you can tell from this that she was immediately loved by her team and the fans of said team, and her death is in fact a tragedy by its very nature. This is Discipline Era lore, so you know it hurts (positive).

“spend my days in gray” by birdlord5000 is like. THE Donia Bailey fic, to me? I didn’t know much about the player lore beforehand, but this fic cemented Donia as a deeply beloved of mine. It’s quiet, it’s a character study, it’s about what it’s like to be shadowed for years and years before being stolen by a Thieves Guild, and it’s honestly a lot of fun. Not a tragedy, but damn good.

“strange to be shaped by such strange men” by baliset is… agh. Remember when York Silk was incinerated, and the entire fandom ground to a halt as we tried to grapple with that? I do! It was a lot! And Marn captured the feelings of the moment to a T. It’s set in the Hall and features a lot of beloved dead guys, and I love how York is characterized here. Marn has tons of great fics worth reading; this is up there as one of my favorite ones, though.

“the sun selecting targets” by indigostohelit is the only Jaylen and Mike fic i am going to recommend to you. But. There are so many. It’s just that the narration in this one is incredible, and I think about it often. It’s got a lot about the original necromancy and the shadowing of Mike Townsend, which I know we’ve all heard about by now and et cetera, but. God it’s so good.

“there beneath” by haunthouse! Another Wyatt fic! This one is about Wyatt Mason VI, or Violet. I will admit to being biased toward this one because it includes the Boston Flowers, my team of choice for almost the entirety of Blaseball’s run. But like. If you want tragedy, and you want game mechanics, the Wyatts tend to be a good starting place. They often die at the end.

“there’s no weather at all” by mantisqueer is a sleeper fave that I was delighted to rediscover today. Nothing like a Neerie McCloud fic to make you sad about players doomed from the very start. Moth does a really good job here at characterizing being Elsewhere; it’s one of my favorite interps, although I would encourage you to mind the CWs.

and that’s what I have! there are plenty more I would direct you to, but most of them are by someone(s) already listed here. so if one of the ones i’ve listed stands out, i would encourage you to check the author’s page and see what else they have. have fun!!!

#tam.ask #blaseball #blaseball fic rec #fic recs #sierne #I hope at least some of these are what you were looking for! there’s a lot of variety lol

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ray-gt · 2 years ago

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Rules of the Party: Luck of the Draw

The party play a game of Potion Roulette. What could possibly go wrong?

(Had to split this one into two parts because it was getting too long. Hope to post Part 2 soon!)

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There was a lull over the party that afternoon when they sat around camp in the deep woods just outside of the great alpine market of Halambad. Situated in a deep, wooded valley between the three tallest peaks of the East Continent, Halambad was the capital of magic users from all across the land. Sorcerers, witches, wizards, tieflings, clerics, drakes, druids - all and more traveled to Halambad to practice, to trade, to learn. The air in the valley smelled of it, the ground thrummed with its energy, the woods were alive, calling out to it.

A traveller, on first visit to Halambad, may find this sensation euphoric, transcendent even. However, many of the company had journeyed to the market before and knew that, behind the mystical spells, pretty trinkets, and winking faces, was just another city filled with people doing what people usual do at market: trade and scam.

They’d arrived in Halambad more than three days prior with two primary goals in mind: to stock up on supplies, and to scout out a job. By the afternoon in question, even Quinn, who found every aspect of the East Continent new and wonderful, was beginning to tire.

Two more days.

They’d found a merchant in town that would pay handsomely for an armed escort through the mountains and down to Lile, the human city of The Flats. It was an easy job for good money so they’d accepted eagerly. The only issue was that they had to wait until the merchant closed up shop in Halambad and was ready to move on.

Two days.

Around the fire, Kip sat with Heron on his shoulder. He was plucking aimlessly at a fiddle. Jade had made Oberon buy him a new one at the market on account of him throwing the last one overboard. It needed to be tuned, but he didn’t seemed bothered.

Oberon and Almara were paying cards, though neither seemed particularly invested in the game. They stared at their cards with blank expressions.

Jade was restringing her bow and sharpening her arrows even though she’d done both the day before, and Gallon was snoring with his back against a tree and his arms crossed.

Quinn looked around at them. It’d been weeks since he’d run off with them and journeyed East on the Burnt Sienna, and for the most part, he’d enjoyed the journey and the company. However, on afternoons like this, a twist in his gut couldn’t help but make him think he’d made a huge mistake.

“I’m bored.” He said at last, resting his chin in his palm.

The rest of the party looked up at him, shaken out of their stupor by his voice. He found he had that effect on them - he was, for better or worse, impossible to ignore.

“It’s like traveling with a pygmy wolf.” Kip muttered.

Almara rolled her neck on her shoulders. “Sometimes, Quinn, my love, that’s the life. Flashes of excitement, punctuated by a whole lot of terrible boredom.” She said. She plucked a card from her hand and placed it on top of the stack between her and Oberon. “Vantinyulf. I win.”

Oberon rolled his eyes and huffed. “Well done.” He conceded with a grumble. “That was the last round. There are only so many hits to my pride I can take.”

“You have pride?” Kip asked from the other side of the fire. “I learn something knew about you, Oberon, every day. What a marvel.”

“I can teach you something now if you’d like, Elf.” Oberon retorted.

Kip grinned, “Is that a promise?”

A sound, halfway between a growl and a groan, emanated from Jade’s throat. “Enough.” She said. “Can we go 5 minutes without bickering?”

“Unlikely.” Kip said, and it was unhelpful. Then Quinn watched as an idea bloomed across the bard’s expression. “I know how we can pass the time.”

“If you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, for the last time, no.” Oberon said, but Kip waved him off.

“Oh, you wish.” He laughed. “But no, not what I was hinting at this time.” His bright eyes landed on Almara who met them and, after a few moments, grinned in turn.

“Oh, that’s such a bad idea.” She said, already onboard. She looked around at the rest of the group. “Anyone up for a round of Potion Roulette?”

Jade pinched the bridge of her nose. “No. I hate Potion Roulette.”

Oberon laughed, “That’s because you’re bad at it.”

Jade sent him a quizzical look. “You can’t be bad at it. It’s a game of chance. It’s not even a game - it’s just suffering.” She paused and shook her head. “And I always get the worst one.”

“That’s the spirit!” Almara said, a conspiratorial air overtook her. “So, are we all in?”

“No,” Heron said, floating off of Kip’s shoulder. Quinn didn’t his best to not stare and failed. Her bright orange wings and amber hair shone amongst all the greens of the forest. She’d kept her distance ever since they’d met, and while he respected it, Quinn couldn’t help but be drawn in by her presence. “It would probably kill me. And I don’t want to be around for whatever chaos you land yourselves in. I will go stay with some local Fey. But you all enjoy.”

“Alright, Heron.” Kip said with a smile. “You have fun now.”

She blew him a kissed and flew off into the woods, leaving a train of copper dust floating behind her.

“I’m in.” Oberon said, returning to conversation.

“In.” Gallon grunted without opening an eye, making the rest of the party jump.

“I’m always in.” Kip smirked.

Almara looked at Quinn. “Quinn, darling?”

Quinn looked around, they all had a fey look on their faces. However, he’d take that over being bored.

“I don’t know the game.” He started.

“All the better.” Kip winked up at him and made his stomach somersault. “That just leaves our lovely Jade?”

Jade squinted but eventually let out a long breath.

“Fine.” She said. “But I have a couple of rules. Remember, we have a job and a long journey in a couple of days.”

“Always a killer of fun.” Kip muttered. “Fine. Let’s have them.”

“First, non-permanent modifications only. I don’t want to have to go through what happened last time again.”

“For the record,” Almara purred. “I think Oberon looked rather fetching with a drake tail.”

“You and every drake hide trader on the Continent.” Oberon grumbled. “I had to trade a pure-bred Lillian horse to get it removed. I support the rule.”

“Second.” Jade said. “24 hours only. I don’t want anything lingering by the time we start the job.”

“Makes sense.” Kip conceded. “Third?”

“We’re adding a blank.”

There was so much outcry in response to this final rule that you would have thought she was rationing their food, or banning them from drink.

Quinn, beginning to tire of constantly being confused, sighed. “What’s a blank?”

“Just the best way to ruin a good time.” Kip muttered, plucking angrily at a string of his fiddle as if to emphasise his point.

“No blank.” Gallon agreed.

“Thank you, Gallon. Ever the voice of reason.”

“Come on, my love.” Almara whined. “Don’t spoil the fun.”

Quinn watched as Jade’s expression morphed through confusion, exasperation, frustration, back to mild annoyance in a matter of moments. “Have you all forgotten that we’re running hot right now? We need someone with full control of their senses. Lindesse would do anything to catch us unawares.” She said and Quinn felt his cheeks redden.

“We haven’t heard anything from the Thelebar’s since we crossed the Isle.” Oberon countered.

“And when have you ever trusted perfect silence?” Jade rebuked and Oberon bowed his head in submission.

“Ok,” Kip said, standing up and holding his hands in a placating gesture. “Ok. Jade, of course we will agree to the your terms - even if they are cowardly.”

“Thank you, Kip.” Jade said, flatly.

“Now that that’s settled.” Quinn spoke up. “Can someone please explain to me what in all realms I’ve agreed to?”

***

Potion Roulette was a rather simple game. It was popular across the East Continent and most alchemists, brewers, and apothecaries were familiar with it. Though the more professionally-aligned of the craft looked down upon the game, they couldn’t deny it was profitable. It was a good way to shift potions that were close to expiry (or, in the case of ‘Spiked Potion Roulette’, actually expired), to sell off more expensive merchandise, or, as was often the case, to test out something a little more experimental.

The rules are as such. The players approach a potion seller with a sack of gold and any conditions, rules, or exceptions (in this case, all those listed by Jade) and the seller will, in their turn, provide potions respective to the number of players and value of gold.

It was commonly understood that a good game of Potion Roulette required at least 5 gold per player - 10 if you were really looking for fun. As the party were including a blank - that is a potion with no effects - they settled on 7 gold per potion. At that range, they could get good quality, mid-range varieties without the usual risks associated with the cheap stuff.

After acquiring the potions, the players - each blindfolded - take turns choosing a potion. Then, when all have been chosen, the players drink their potions at once and then...well, who knows after that.

Thankfully, in Halambad, there was no shortage of brewers, though they ranged across a spectrum of reputation. Despite their protests, Kip and Almara eventually agreed to purchase from guild-aligned sellers only. Though that didn’t stop them from seeking out the most interesting of them.

Ti-afren was a Bog Elf. The Bog Elves are, in Kip’s opinion, strange and unsettling. Though they have a natural gift for brewery and “tapping into the essence of things”, which makes them powerful brewmasters. As such, ‘Ti-afren’s House of Drink, Slink, and Stink’ was known amongst those in the know as the place to go for all things odd. And not long after entering, Kip and Almara left with a crate of six identical opaque silver bottles, shining in the afternoon sun.

They had no idea what they contained, or what they would do, only that one did absolutely nothing.

***

They all gathered around, empty potion bottles were strewn about the campfire, silver flickering white in the firelight. To Quinn, it almost felt like ceremony.

Kip pinched a small piece of parchment from the crate and unfolded it with delicate fingers. Though he couldn’t make out what it said, Quinn could see that scrawled across the page in a jagged, pointed script were Ti-afren’s notes.

“Ok.” Kip said, Quinn watched the half-elf’s sparkling eyes squint as they quickly scanned across the page. When he came to the end of it, he closed his eyes briefly and hummed. It was like whatever he’d read was honey on his tongue and he was savouring the taste. “This will be interesting.”

“Enough jest,” Oberon rolled his eyes. “Out with it, Elf.”

Kip tutted. “No theatre with you, Oberon. Oh well, I suppose you are right - enjoy it, it doesn’t come often.” Before Gallon could demonstrate his dislike for that remark, Kip continued, occasionally glancing back at the parchment for reference. “It says here that the potions should take 10 minutes after ingestion to take effect.”

“Love that.” Almara nodded appreciatively. “Ti-afren knows what he’s doing. I do enjoy a bit of suspense.”

“I don’t.” Jade muttered. She’d been nervous ever since Kip and Almara had returned with the order. She’d been the most hesitant to down her potion. “I don’t like any of this.”

Almara draped a long arm over Jade and held her close. “I know, love. But I think a bit of uncertainty is good for you.”

Jade just crossed her arms.

Quinn had a similar twisted feeling in his gut and he was yet to determine if it was nerves, excitement, or the potion not sitting well in his system. Maybe it was all three, or another option he hadn’t considered. He wasn’t sure.

Regardless, the energy around the group was intoxicating, made even more electrifying by the natural magic that thrummed through the glade. He imagined what his mother would think of him in that moment - playing a dangerous potion drinking game with armed mercenaries, unsure of what would happen. The image of her expression caused him to grin. She’d always kept him so close, under the strictest supervision. No unvetted friendships, no journeys on his own, nothing that would present any risk to him. The only night he’d been granted any space at all was his betrothal. And maybe she was right to be cautious, because look what he’d done with it.

His smile broadened and a heat bloomed from his centre. He’d taken action. He’d made the decision. There was no way he was going back West. And so with that commitment in his heart, he said.

“What’s so interesting, Kip? What are the potions?”

Kip looked up, and seemed momentarily caught of guard by his smile, his forwardness. After a second’s recovery, Kip’s expression was conspiratorial, he rested a gentle hand on Quinn’s thigh and laughed. Quinn hoped the night would hide the heat in his cheeks.

“I knew you’d have fun, my Prince.” Kip said in a voice that flowed like liquid gold. “We have a good mix of things it seems.” With his free hand, he re-read the list of potions. As he did, Quinn felt his whole body buzz. “Ok, first up, we have Jade’s nasty little blank.”

Jade’s dour face twisted into a scowl. It was the angriest he’d ever seen her. From Quinn’s observations over the last few weeks, she’d always been the voice of reason. The party respected her as their leader, they accepted her judgement and followed her call, she broke up the fights, and usually put up with Kip’s hyperactive tongue. But here, stripped of surety, she was a lot less tolerant.

Kip seemed to notice too and quickly moved onto the rest of the list. “Ok, looks like we have a set of twin potions - at least that’s what I gather from their names.” He frowned. “One is The Upgrade and the other is The Downgrade.”

“That last one makes me nervous.” Oberon chuckled. He elbowed Gallon in the ribs. “Bet you get that one, brother.”

Gallon huffed and elbowed him back - hard enough that Oberon lost his footing and landed on his arse. They both laughed.

“Did the brewer include a list of effects?” Jade asked through a tense jaw.

“It doesn’t look like it.” Kip said, scouring the page as if that information were hidden somewhere and he just couldn’t find it. “Ti-afren just provided the names, I’m afraid.” He even looked it - just a little. “We’ll find out effects soon enough.”

Jade paled again and her arms tightened around her chest. Almara crooned and ran her long fingers through Jade’s short hair. In the dark, Quinn could see the tips of her fingers glowing. He wondered if that was just something she did, or if she were using magic to calm Jade’s nerves.

“What about the rest?” He found himself asking. Kip looked gratefully up at him.

“We have The Heart Trap - I’ve been the victim of enough of these to have a good idea of what it is.” Kip shook his head as if recalling a memory - or many. He continued. “The Truth Sleuth - not quite sure what that is, maybe a truth serum? And, finally, The Delusion Illusion Solution - Ti-afren does love a triplet rhyme. I can’t say I blame him, I’m guilty myself.”

He folded the parchment again and put it in his coat pocket. That was that. The potions were known, they’d been drunk. All they had to do was wait.

Around the group, eyes scanned, trying to guess who’d drunk what, and when they’d take effect.

Turns out, when you’re waiting, 10 minutes is a long time.

***

Oberon was first.

One moment, he was standing among them, a wicked grin on his face and eyes flashing. The next, his whole face went slack, his dark eyes glazed over, and he began to twirl in place, like a village girl during midsummer festival.

“Dance with me!” He pleaded no one in particular as he laughed and flung his hands around.

The look on Kip’s face was nothing but unbridled delight. He tapped Quinn on his thigh.

“I’m guessing that’s The Delusion Solution. Quick, Quinn.” He said. “Remember all of this. Exactly what he says, how he moves, what he does. This is too good for only us to witness - we will turn it into a song.”

“Hey!” Almara tutted, her arm still slung around Jade who watched Oberon with fear. “Potion Roulette is a safe space, Kip. We agreed to that years ago.”

Kip sighed. “But -“

At that moment, Gallon perked up. However, instead of lumbering over to Kip to punish the bard for mocking his brother, he just stared at Kip, turned, and then dashed into the woods. They all looked on after him a while, puzzled.

“We’ll see what eventuates of that.” Kip mused. Then he turned back to Almara. “My darling, I’m a poet surrounded by muses! I can’t help when inspiration strikes!”

Quinn hadn’t been listening. He was focussing in on his own body, wondering when he would know the potion was taking effect. A cold thought hit him and he groaned internally at the possibility that he’d been given the blank. That would be just his luck wouldn’t it? He blamed his mother. It wasn’t logical and it wasn’t fair, but he did it anyway.

“I don’t care about your inspir-“ Almara stopped. Her face blanched and she looked like she was going to be sick.

Behind her, Oberon continued to sing and frolic around the fire.

Kip’s face was awash with concern. It was one of the most genuine masks Quinn had yet to see him don. He took a step towards her, but Almara stuck out an arm telling him to stay back. With a swift movement, she push Jade to the side before collapsing on her hands and knees.

“What-“ she began but the rest just came out as a long string of pain and curses in a language Quinn didn’t recognise.

Then Quinn had to blink a couple of times to make sure he was seeing clearly because she began to grow. Every second that passed saw her shoot up bigger and faster until at last it stopped.

Still bent on all fours, she panted, her periwinkle skin coated a film of sweat that shone like glitter in the flickering firelight.

Kip and Jade looked up at her - Kip in wonder, Jade in horror.

Quinn was stunned. She was still shorter than him - that much he could already tell - but on sight only he guess she’d come up to his chest if they were both standing, which would make her about 12-13 feet tall. It was odd, seeing her like this. He could make out the details of her face, the intricacies of the jewellery that decorated her horns. He could see her as he’d been able to see his own people back West.

When the pain had past and the shock of the transition wore away, she let out a long breath and laughed, running her fingers through her long hair.

“This is…” She paused, pressing back up onto her knees and examining herself. “Incredible! Ok, stand-up, Quinn. Let’s see!”

Quinn grinned and got to his feet.

He was right. He still stood over a head taller than her, but that didn’t seem to dampen her spirits. She looked up at him beaming.

“Definitely The Upgrade.”

Quinn nodded, “I’m biased, but I’d say so.”

She laughed. Then her gaze turned down to Kip and Jade, who stood with their necks craned. “What do you think?” She asked.

“It’s fantastic.” Kip appreciated. “You really are a force of nature, love.”

Almara winked down at him before turning to Jade. Their leader was looking worse for wear. With each new effect, she became more and more skittish. It struck Quinn that maybe for her getting either a potion or a blank was undesirable. They meant she had to either give up control or try to maintain it amongst chaos. The way she looked at Almara though was a whole different emotion.

“Jade?” Almara crooned down at the ranger. “What are you thinking right now?”

“I’m afraid and confused!” Jade exclaimed. The remaining group stared at her. Her eyes bulged and she frowned, seemingly thrown by her own words. “I don’t know why I said that.”

Kip squinted his eyes at her and hummed.

“Interesting.” He purred. “Jade, who do you like more, Gallon or Oberon?”

“Gallon.” Jade replied without hesitation. She blushed. “Wait, what? I-“

Kip laughed, “I was right! It is a truth serum.”

Jade put her head in her hands, “I hate this game!”

And she’d never said anything truer.

Quinn looked at Almara who was studying Jade. There was a fey gleam in her eyes. “That’s fun.” Was all she said, but before she could do anything more, Kip crossed his arms and tutted.

“You are such a hypocrite!”

Almara feigned innocence, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know for a fact that you do.”

“Whatever.” Almara grumbled. She looked between Kip and Quinn. “Only two left.”

Kip considered this. “Well, we don’t really know what drove Gallon out into the woods.” He said, running a thoughtful hand through his sea-green hair. His bright eyes met Quinn’s and at that moment, the giant was glad he wasn’t in Jade’s position. “Do you feel anything?”

Quinn shook his head. “No. Though I don’t really know what to look for.”

Kip nodded, “I don’t feel anything either. There’s just the blank, The Heart Trap, and The Downgrade left. Based on Almara, I guess we can assumed what The Downgrade would be.”

His gaze became unfocused and his eyes wide, as if he’d only just realised what that would look like in practice.

“Well,” Quinn intervened before the thought could spiral. “Maybe that’s why Gallon ran off?”

Kip came back to himself. “That would make sense, we should probably find him.” When no one made any move to act on that, Kip continued. “Well then. Quinn? Are you desperately in love with me?”

The bard’s question was so blunt Quinn choked on his own breath.

“What?” He stammered out, his neck grew hot. He winced when he felt Almara’s knowing eyes bore into him. “No! Why would you even ask that?”

Kip shrugged, “The Heart Trap sounds like a standard love potion. Not the most original of Ti-afren, but they are fun because they’re always messy.” He paused, contemplating. “My feelings for you remain the same.”

At that moment, Quinn desperately wished Kip had been the one to get the truth serum. Then he could ask what those feelings were. It was impossible to know what the bard really thought.

“Well then -“ Quinn began but he stopped.

His skin grew impossibly cold and his lungs were sucked of oxygen. In that moment, regret flooded him.

Why had he agreed to this stupid game?

What was happening to him?

His stomach churned and twisted, like a wild animal trapped in a snare. His vision continually shifted in and out of focus as he stumbled on his footing. Almara grabbed his shoulders to steady him.

Huh, strange.

She must have grown taller, because now they were eye to eye.

A ringing grew in his ears and his brain felt like it was sizzling in a cast iron skillet. He couldn’t focus, he heard a distant voice call out before the world fell away.

“Quinn?”

***

“Quinn!”

He was being shaken, and none too carefully. The owner of the voice was close, face not too far from his own. Quinn was sitting upright, resting against a tree.

No. None of the trees in Halambad are this thick.

The owner of the voice he’d heard returned to both metaphorically and literally shake him out of his thoughts.

“Wake up, you annoying little - Gallon, please, a little personal space? Ugh, Quinn!”

Quinn finally had it in him to open his eyes. What he saw made him desperately want to close them again. There, in front of him, was Kip. The half-elf's beautiful, golden face, painted with freckles, was the same size as his own. The bard’s hands cupped either side of Quinn’s face as his cerulean eyes searched him for some sign that he was ok.

Quinn reached out with his own hand and brought it to rest on Kip’s shoulder. It fit. It wasn’t too big, it didn’t crush him. Quinn didn’t have to think about how much pressure to apply. There was his hand on the shoulder of the bard, his thumb resting perfectly in the curve of his collarbone.

It took another moment for Quinn to panic.

“What’s going on?” He asked, heaving through lungs desperate for air. “I don’t understand.”

“The Downgrade.” Came a voice from above him.

Quinn’s eyes scanned upwards to find Almara looming above him, a frown plastered on her much larger face.

Whatever Kip may say after the fact, Quinn definitely didn’t scream. He didn’t.

He didn’t.

“Yes,” Kip grumbled once Quinn had recovered. He used gentle hands to move Quinn’s face around, still scanning for damages. Quinn could feel the calluses on the half-elf’s fingertips, caused no doubt from years of fiddle playing and sailing. “Looks like you lucked out. I think you might be alright now. How do you feel?”

“I don’t know.” Was all he managed to reply.

It turned out that Quinn had only been out for about an hour. However, in that time, quite a few things had progressed.

Oberon was no longer dancing. Apparently his hallucinations had changed and he was going around knighting anything and everything. While he was unconscious, Quinn had been knighted three different times in three different kingdoms. Kip had at least been smart enough to wrestle Oberon’s sword from him as soon as he’d noticed the change. Now, the knightings were all done with the bow of Kip’s fiddle - something the bard was less than thrilled by.

Gallon had also returned. Instead of running away due to the effects of The Downgrade as they’d all assumed, he’d run off to “collect things” as Kip put it. He’d returned to camp with arms full of fine clothes and jewellery, bottles of expensive wine and perfumes and had placed them lovingly at Kip’s feet.

“Where’d he-“

Kip pinched the bridge of his nose.

“He stole them from the market.” He turned to the orc, who’d been standing very closely behind Kip throughout the whole conversation. Upon turning, Kip found himself surrounded by a wall of thick, green muscle, eye-level with Gallon’s chest. He paused a moment to appreciate the view before he met the orc’s big doe eyes. “I’m flattered, but you will return it all in the morning. I don’t fancy another trip to the Halambad jail. You aren’t ready for what you’d have to do to get out.”

“Ok.” Gallon grinned and brought his face down towards Kip’s, but Kip pushed it aside with a frown.

“Not when you’re like this, Gallon. It’s no fun.” Then he placed his delicate hands on the orc’s chest and gave him an encouraging push. “Go on. Go gather more fire wood, we’ll need it tonight.”��

Without any rebuttal, Gallon was off again into the woods. Gallon, whose main interaction with Kip was calling him stupid or threatening to kill him, put up no fight whatsoever to the order.

“That was,” Quinn began but didn’t know how to finish.

He’d been struck silent by how large Gallon was. At 9 feet, the orc had always been bigger than the rest of the party, but never anything remarkable to Quinn. Now, he was a force to be reckoned with - an immovable object. Living rock. He understood now why they all got so tense when he was upset.

“The Heart Trap.” Kip groaned.

In the background, Oberon knighted Jade as she sat around the last remnants of the fire. She told him she thought he was being ridiculous and that exiled princes can’t knight anyone. He knighted her again for her frankness.

As he went through all the potions and the members of their party, Quinn eyed Kip.

“You drank the blank.”

Kip clicked his tongue, “I knew that this would happen. I knew as soon as Jade pushed for it that I’d be the one to drink it. She had some part in it, I swear.”

“No, I didn’t.” She called.

“She’s telling the truth.” Almara said from above them.

“Why does that matter?” Kip scowled.

At that moment, there was a loud dragging sound coming from the edge of the forest and Gallon emerged, pulling an entire uprooted tree behind him.

“No, you big dumb orc!” Kip yelled, stomping over to him, much to Gallon’s delight. “That’s not what I meant!”

By midnight, Kip had had enough. And while it wasn’t in the spirit of the game, he’d asked Almara to put Oberon, Gallon, and Jade to sleep. She did and assured him that she’d keep watch through the night.

As he lay on Almara’s bedroll, her shadow looming over him in a way that still caused his heart to panic, Quinn looked up at the trees, standing so much higher above him and the stars that felt so much further away.

His stomach writhed.

“Relax.” Kip said from behind him. He’d set up his bedroll next to Quinn’s. Quinn still hadn’t gotten used to how close - how real - Kip was to him at this size. It made his heart dance. “Remember, it’s temporary. But if I go mad in the interim, you have my permission to kill everyone when you’re back to being huge and brutish.”

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(More shenanigans to come! I’m aiming to post part two within the next week. Hope you like it! - ray xx)

#lol landing on who got which potion was the hardest part #there were too many options #gt #g/t #gt writing #gt community #giant #tiny #size swap #shifting #giant/tiny #oc: kip #oc: quinn #oc:jade #oc: almara #oc: gallon #oc: oberon #oc: heron #ray's writing

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phanfictioncatalogue · 5 months ago

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Fics Including Real Celebrities (2) Masterlist

part one

Close to Bad Decisions (ao3) - phangelica

Summary: Dan leaves Phil alone at a party and Phil accidentally gets too drunk when Chris Hemsworth hits on him.

fall without a sound (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: Dan hates The Space™.

for she had eyes (and chose me) (ao3) - phanetixs

Summary: And because Phil is so much more honest, a whole lot more delirious in love and unashamed to show it; privately to an audience of one, “I miss you. So much.”

Or, five days without Phil.

full speed, swerve off track (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary; Nick Jonas tells his fiancé about the time he had a crush on YouTuber, Dan Howell.

Golden Morning (ao3) - internetakeover (nymhciv)

Summary: The morning after Dan and Phil win the Golden Headphones they wake up on Nick Grimshaw’s couch, and find themselves lacking both the restraint and motivation to hide their relationship.

How I Met My Boyfriend on Queer Eye (warning: super gay) (ao3) - danhoweiis, twoheadlights (fizzfic)

Summary: au where dan is a hero on queer eye and accidentally falls in love with one phil lester

If My Complaints Could Passions Move (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan, Phil, Louis and Harry have a fanfiction club. Everything is great.

It’s a Joke (don’t hurt me) (ao3) - Bandom_Squirrel

Summary: Based on this conversation I had with my friend:

“The last two men in your camera roll are your dads.”

“That would be Dan Howell and Mikey Way. I guess Phil has been replaced.”

“No, it’s like a four-way between Dan and Phil and Mikey and Pete.”

“I don’t think the timeline of that works out.”

“Shh, it’s an AU. Hence the mpreg.”

“Ah, I’m gonna go write that now.”

Of Paparazzi and Succulents (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: Actor!Dan is running away from a mob of fans when he runs into a flower shop. There, he meets a quirky florist who has an absurd liking towards succulents, seeming to think they have feelings of their own.

Party Poison (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Dan and Phil get a bit too drunk during a party...

...the next morning it bites them on the arse.

Realized I Can't Not Be with You (ao3) - whoops_ima_dannie

Summary: dan and phil are crew members on fall out boys tour

Remember, Everything Will Be Alright (ao3) - luvliv2004

Summary: Dan's life is forever changed when his plan to have a child at the same time as his best friend Harry goes awry. The community Dan finds in his newlywed husband Phil along with Harry and his boyfriend Louis is what gets him through his roughest holiday yet.

save me from the ghosts and shadows before they eat my soul (ao3) - barboletta

Summary: It’s not like Dan imagined his life to be at twenty. He was an aspiring lawyer, (though he’d prefer actor, if everything were ideal). He was to have the life of a normal student, balancing partying, and studying--learning new things and meeting new people. He kind of does the latter part, but just not exactly how he’d expected.

or the one where Dan is a first-class thief, Phil isn't opposed to violence and they try to survive

stars guide the way (ao3) - yoongioss

Summary: Dan and Phil meet new friends at the Star Wars premiere that make them a bit less nervous and a lot more hopeful.

The birth of a phangirl (ao3) - dodo3000

Summary: One time during the radio show Dan seemed to be kind of mad, and my mind just went from there haha! And I am obsessed with Jameela Jamil, she's just so awesome.

The Curiosity of Dan Howell (ao3) - Raven052

Summary: Well... What can I say?

Dan got curious...

The Human Requirement to Breathe (ao3) - philsdrill

Summary: It’s a difficult life for Dan. Being famous and recognisable isn’t easy when you’re walking through a crowd of people… especially when you’re claustrophobic. Phil runs a coffee shop and an unusual customer ends up meaning more to him than he ever expected.

There's no way you can change the rolling tide (ao3) - rollingtide

Summary: ”Phil threw his head back laughing. And Dan felt a huge urge to kiss him, which made him feel a little bit taken back. In his 23 years on earth he had met many gorgeous men whom he had felt attracted to. But never had he felt like he needed to kiss anyone before. And he couldn’t pinpoint what the difference with Phil was.”

A famous/non-famous AU where Dan is hopeless and Phil can’t make coffee for shit.

Xmas Day (ao3) - luvliv2004

"We are Too" (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Pete, Patrick, Dan, and Phil are all in an elevator and some secrets spill out.

You're The Only Thing I'll Never Let Go (ao3) - makingdemands

Summary: 5 times Phil Lester was Absolutely Not Jealous, and Dan was distressed over it because his relationship with Phil is and always will be #Complicated.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #dan and phil #celebrities #celebrities masterlist

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artbyrobot · 4 months ago

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Windows vs Linux

A colleague of mine asked why I'm using Windows for the robot's brains instead of Linux. Well, in my experience, if you set a program on windows to real-time priority or even above normal priority, it will give most of the processor over to that process and act like a real time operating system. So whatever "bloat" windows may have of background processes is quite cleared up by that. Also, IMO the background processes of windows don't take up that much processor and with multi-core processors and distributed processing any background tasks just won't impact performance much at all IMO. So performance-wise the hit is negligible and unnoticeable IMO. Then comes the upsides (since the downsides were nearly imperceivable). The upsides are I already have many years of experience working with windows API and can reuse the existing code I have developed for AI on Windows. That's a huge advantage so I'm not working from scratch. Also, loads of 3rd party programs and libraries that are well supported run on windows - moreso even than Linux I believe. So I would have easy access to tools. I also own a lot of 3rd party software that is paid software that run on Windows (and may not run on Linux) that the robot can then utilize as tools. Also, troubleshooting operating system problems and knowing common causes is a big deal at times and I have decades of doing so on Windows so that I know it like the back of my hand and can easily fix problems. So that is huge too. So if you are working on a SUPER resource constrained slow single core computer, sure, maybe Linux. But if you have a multi-core higher end gaming pc in the robot's chest, it has WAY more than enough power to run Windows without taking any noticeable hit in performance and one should use windows if they have more experience or exclusive experience with windows rather than attempt to learn a whole new operating system for no good reason IMO.

Oh yeah, one more thing: while testing the AI, I’ll be using it on my personal desktop PC which will act kind of like Siri as I’m training it. My PC is Windows. So if I were to develop the AI for Linux, I’d have to also train it on Linux rather than windows so I couldn’t use it on my personal PC unless I used a virtual machine or something. Basically, I want the AI listening to me and watching me at all times when I’m using the computer and learning about me that way and learning in general that way. It would be getting to know me silently but also possibly speaking to me at times or asking me questions about what I’m doing. I would also want it to be able to interface with any programs I’m using on my personal PC to assist me in whatever ways. So even if it were on a sandbox virtual machine that would then lock it out from helping me on windows doing whatever tasks I’m doing and being interactive with me in that way. That would not be ideal.

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dastardly-ethereal-love · 6 months ago

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So David interviews Michael on his podcast and I loved the whole thing but especially the end…

He quotes T S Elliott’s words ‘these fragments I have shored against my ruin’ and he talks about how life is hard and as you get older you realise the importance of finding things, fragments that bring you joy and hold them close to you.

I feel like Good Omens, this fandom and our ineffable husbands have been such a huge part of what has kept me afloat lately.

It’s an easy dopamine hit which then takes me to the next and then the next. It makes me appreciate that I can still feel happiness and that I want it! I want to experience all of life’s goodness! So I take myself to plays and invite friends along with me. I take myself to art galleries and then invite friends along. I go on bush walks and then invite friends too. Haha I drive down to Dural and eat delicious French crepes and bask under trees and enjoy just being in a new place in the sunshine. I listen to music and find pieces of them in songs that break my heart and fill my heart with joy. I particularly am surprised at how easy it has been to invite people into my life in this way and then to be invited into theirs now… so I went to a dinner party last week with Nesha and this week I’m going out to dinner with Anna. I’m just way more open than I used to be when I was married… losing that relationship has meant I’m way more open to good things and good things from the many good people who are around me.

When I lost my marriage and had a miscarriage within the same week… I thought life was pretty much over. I ended up in hospital for 3 days to give myself space to sort out my head. In October that will have been 2 years ago. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year and a half since he left. I thought afterward that I wanted to sort all of Tom’s stuff and set it aside… just wanted to have our house reflect the fact that it wasn’t our house anymore. My therapist said there was no rush. It’s still no rush and I’ve let Tom put big art pieces in the garage to give Jacob and him more living space in their ‘cottage’. It’s been a much healthier process of slowly changing photos on the walls to reflect the passage of time. I’ve still got our wedding photos up though. I’m not ready to take those down because that really was one of the happiest days of my life. Haha Regardless of how it turned out. It gave us a beautiful son who has the biggest heart and most funny, creative mind. His dance moves these days bring me so much joy. :D

But I’m slowly sorting and changing my living space to reflect where I’m at now and I like it. I like that I can look after myself. I like that I haven’t been destroyed by this. I like that I have beautiful friends around me, lovely plants on my balcony and windowsills, can arrange Jacob’s toys in ways around the house that are functional and beautiful so that he can build and draw and create with everything he needs at his fingertips.

I am starting to feel like my place is getting back on track too in terms of me feeling at peace. I’ve had a bit more time at home lately with and without Jacob since school holidays were a week ago and I’m starting to remember that I love to embroider and do crafty stuff. I love selling stuff too on FB marketplace and seeing things I no longer need go to a good home. :D

I just fucking love life. I think I’m feeling a whole damn lot of contentment even if things are not perfect because I’m learning to damn well just enjoy the fucking moment and give up on perfect. I used to think my perfectionism wasn’t good for me but was worth it… but now I think that way lies burn out and madness. I’m enjoying finding a new way forward. :)

#journaling #Spotify

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wretcheddthing · 1 year ago

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If ur looking for excuses to talk about Venali! What were her first impressions of her party members, and how has her opinion of each of them changed? (Gale especially!)

for u. from me. btw. besides the fact it's super thoughtful that you're asking about Ven unprompted, this is a FANTASTIC question

it's all going under the cut :) (also if you have any OCs from literally anything i'd love to hear about them !!! don't matter from what i'm curious about the things you like too <3)

In Order Of Meeting

Lae'zel She appreciated how direct Lae'zel is as soon as they met. No questions asked, they're in a situation and they need to get out of it. She appreciated the brevity and resourcefulness Lae'zel showed on the nautaloid. As she learned more about Lae'zel and eventually Vlaakith, she started to become kind of protective of her but in a subtle way. Sorta like, "Hey not to give you my two cents unprompted but I think probably this whole 'chosen by Vlaakith' thing may not be that good for you based on the whole. Everything about her." Was also SUPER flattered when Lae'zel came on to her because who doesn't love being hit on by a hot githyanki warrior, even if she did ultimately turn her down for the wizard. By end game, I think they're fairly close. Ven would kill and die for any of her friends, Lae'zel is no exception. She was so, so proud of Lae'zel when her quest was resolved and how much she'd learned and grown.

Shadowheart Ven fought demons trying not to pry into Shadowheart's past before she was ready to share. I mean, Ven has her own secrets. She didn't begrudge Shadowheart for having hers. She is very snoopy, though. She was touched when Shadowheart started to open up to her more, and learning her deal with Shar was pretty similar to learning about Lae'zel and Vlaakith. Like, "heyyyy worship who you like I'm not gonna judge but I think probably this is not beneficial to you in any way." and she was right. It honestly broke her heart seeing how all her friends displayed resolve because it never really helped any of them. She also completely ignores how her own resolve is detrimental to her, but she's very much a "do as I say, not as I do" person. Ending Shadowheart's quest hit hard for Ven if only because seeing the change in her as someone with a mission and little else to someone with some sense of self but no direction really started resonating as she started coming to terms with appreciating the magic she was given.

Gale

She likes Gale :)

She has a lot of experience with wizards and was ready to have the exact same annoying, ego-battle interaction with this one before she learned who he was. She was pretending to be a prodigy herself, so she certainly knew of Gale of Waterdeep, former chosen of Mystra. Ven isn't particularly religious herself, but of course has heard just about all she can about Mystra, good and bad. She already wasn't huge on the goddess because it seemed to her that she was just kind of a dick (based on stories told to her from people who weren't active worshipers - thank you Minsc for talking shit about her also. Ven agreed.) Learning of her relationship with Gale, the power imbalance of it all, and the lengths Gale felt he had to go to please her left a very bad taste in her mouth. Try as she might, she couldn't help but be charmed by the guy, though. His hobbies are so domestic, it lines up with her interests Perfectly. He just also has a whole complex because he was groomed by an Actual Goddess since he was a young man. She was pretty quickly entranced by the passion he has for talking about his interests and honestly didn't have any problems helping him out with his little hunger problem because magical items are So easy to come by (also i know my playstyle well enough to pick and choose items i know will never be used. easy gale snacks). Plus, they're both huge history buffs - there is no shortage of topics for discussion between them. He also surprised her a bit with what he approves and disapproves of - his neutrality on some things aligned with hers in a way I personally didn't expect. She was already half in love with him by the time gandalf showed up to eat their cheese and tell gale to kill himself, but it Really solidified her beef with Mystra and want to stabilize Gale, both literally bc of the bomb in his chest, but also mentally. Like noooo don't kill yourself you're so hot (and also important to me) aha. When he chose her over the world at the end of Act 2, she really thought she'd marry him like right then. And Then he was like "oh hey, i can become god! wouldn't that be cool? to be god? i can probably do it better than the other gods." Man, if she weren't head over heels in love with him she would have been Way less tactful about calling him an idiot. She indulged him as far as she could without netting negative approval, but she really had to put her foot down when he started talking like it was a done deal. As far as Gale had helped her come to terms with her magic and its utility, even to some extension the beauty of it, she needed him to find the same appreciation in the mundane. And so they balanced each other out. I haven't actually finished Ven's game yet (i'm going to later tonight ;-;) but I DO know Gale will propose and she's going to accept. Without question. Just in time to see the new epilogue. I'm going to lose it. I'm going to lose it.

Astarion: She did NOT like that guy at first. Not because he's kind of an asshole just as a personality trait, but specifically because his first act toward her was an immediate betrayal (tricking her into thinking he needed help before pulling a dagger on her). Not! Cool! Sure, it was handled pretty quickly after that, but he was on thin ice for a while after. Granted, he didn't like her that much either because she kept offering to help people. She was very, Very distrustful when he tried hitting on her because as far as she knew, he couldn't stand her. It made no sense. I don't think there's a fleshed out convo for it, but Ven as a character would immediately see he's not being genuine and she also would Not appreciate the angle he was taking in trying to get her on his side. Learning his backstory changed things pretty quickly, though. She finally understood the motivation behind his previous actions and defended his autonomy at Every point she could. When he started being like "Hey so this ascension thing.... sounds pretty good for me! No downsides to that, I think" she was like. Hey what's the deal with all of my friends desperately wanting things that are actively bad for them? Sure I don't have a great sense of what's good for me either, but that's different. These guys are trying to kill themselves. In Gale's case literally. I think after dealing with Cazador, they had their first genuine heart-to-heart where they realize that there's no way they're getting rid of the other. They never become Super close, but by the end of the game there's an unspoken understanding that if one needs help, the other would come. They'll never be rid of the other. Silent ride or dies.

Wyll It's hard not to be immediately charmed by Wyll, and she didn't try to fight it. That guy is Dashing. Proficient duelist, superhero backstory, good with kids - what's not to like? He does unfortunately have the same problem as everyone else where he's resolute to a fault, but something she finds refreshing about him is that he is fully aware of this fact. He made his choice with Mizora, stands by it, and would do it again if he had to. Hell, he was punished severely for not killing Karlach and takes it in stride. He is the embodiment of a hero to the people, and she loves that about him. She just also wishes he would prioritize himself even once. Even One Time of his own volition. But since he wouldn't, she helped him shoulder some of that responsibility. She also really felt for him since her situation with magic-granting entities is very similar to that of a warlock. Since she has no easy way to control her issue, she vowed to help him with his. She talked him out of his pact with Mizora, Begging Wyll to trust that she wouldn't let his dad die as a result. And she didn't! She saved them both like she promised she would. She really loves the guy and just wishes the best for him going forward.

Karlach I will never make a character that hates Karlach becuase it is impossible for Me to hate her. Even in a pretend way. Besides, Karlach is another one of those characters it's So hard not to be charmed by. You get this whole impression that she's some murderous devil hellbent on destruction and then you actually meet her and she's just super funny and has such an upbeat physicality about her it's infectious. Ven isn't in love with the fact that Karlach would rather ignore the pressing issue of her heart exploding than think through her next steps, but she also can't fault her for wanting to live as much life with as little worry as possible given the whole Absolute thing. If only there were time to handle both with the appropriate care. Karlach's quest also hasn't been resolved yet bc. I haven't finished Ven's first playthrough, but I don't think she's gonna let her just die. Karlach doesn't deserve that. She actually stands out to Ven in that she needs to fortify her resolve to keep going. I think Ven will admire her greatly for that, despite feeling guilty that it's the only way to keep her alive. She'd wonder if she has the strength to accept her own issues the same way Karlach has.

Gonna go fast for the non-origins characters bc I just realized I wanna see the epilogue so so so so bad which means I’m about to do the final quest with Ven for the first time which is going to drive me up a wall.

She likes Halsin well enough but he had no lasting impression on her other than “man that dude is Huge”. Also she wasn’t as flattered by his interest in her as she was with Lae’zel, but it wasn’t outright insulting like with Astarion.

She really likes Jaheira and they keep up the playful ribbing dynamic throughout. I like to think Jaheira becomes Venali’s confidante. Someone she can go to for anything. Advice, to vent, someone to speak some sense into her. I also really like Jaheira. I really like Jaheira.

Ven also likes Minsc and talking to him leaves her in a better mood. If only bc he says something that no one else in the entire world would ever come up with organically and it makes her laugh.

And that’s what I got! For now! I’ll probably be posting more later tonight once I finish the game and see the epilogue. It might change me as a person.

Edit; I forgot about Minthara I didn’t get her in Ven’s first game but . I’m out of my mind about her so I’m also playing her in another playthrough and bc of patch 5 I’ll have a chance to recruit her for the first time! So thoughts on that Down The Line

#ask #technofinch #oc: venali kelvyre #💖💖💖💖💖

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Ruby: “Okay, so then we got on top of the train right? ‘Cause there’s no way we could leave the Grimm fighting to the train’s defenses and just those 2 huntsmen!”

Weiss: “Especially because, well, let’s just say they didn’t exactly inspire confidence when we first met them. And then their performance only confirmed our suspicions.”

Ruby: “Yeah, they weren’t too good, but we did awesome! The things attacking the train were manticores and Sphinxes; a whole pack or swarm or. . . Penny what’s the correct term?”

Penny: “As they are flying Grimm, it would usually be considered a flock.”

Ruby: “A whole flock of them! I had never fought them before! Their huge fangs were so cool! They were. . . Just like this:”

Ruby, before Weiss can realize what she’s doing and stop her, puts chop sticks in her mouth

Ruby: “Like this: RAWR! I read they can go through a foot of steel!”

Weiss: “Ruby! We’ve all fought them before now and we’re in public! Where are your manners?”

Winter: “Hahaha. . . Weiss, you said that it was a pain to get Ruby through your Grimm studies class. She seems rather interested in them.”

Weiss: “Her interest is directly correlated to how cool it looks. Just try to get her to learn boarbatusk herding behavior.”

Penny: “Really that’s actually a rather fascinating thing!”

Ruby: Anyway back to the story! So: At first we could handle them pretty easy; I cut the first one down and in half with one swipe after it went past Yang and Blake!”

Weiss: “After which you decided was the perfect time to pose and taunt the Grimm. So I had to save your butt when one came from behind you.”

Ruby: “Hehe. . . I knew no matter what I would be fine because you were there! You always save me, all of us actually! Everyone owes you so much!”

Weiss: “Oh she’s exaggerating. We all always help each other when we can. . . You saved me right after that remember? There was a tunnel coming, and we were running back to the hatch, when I was hit by a fireball from one of the Grimm.”

Ruby: “And I grabbed you by the wrist and petal bursted you into the train! The red and blue spiral we made was so cool!”

Penny: “If you saved each other then it seems like you’re even one to one!”

Ruby: “Maybe if it was only that! But Weiss saved us all, and me specifically, a lot later too! Like when we were still on the train a fireball took out the tracks and Weiss’s glyphs made it so we didn’t crash as hard! She probably saved us all!”

Weiss: “I didn’t help that much; we still crashed.”

Winter: “A full train? That’s very powerful for your glyphs Weiss. I’m impressed.”

Weiss: “It was only a few empty cars because we had already detached most of it.”

Winter: “Still my point stands.”

Ruby: “And later when we were fighting Cordovian and her mech, sorry about the whole. . . All of that by the way,”

Winter: “You did what you had to. And anyway. . . And. . . Let’s say there’s a reason that woman is stationed where she is.”

Penny: “Even if you all collectively broke 137 laws and ordinances, which would result in almost assured life imprisonment if it was ever prosecuted.”

Weiss: “How very comforting.”

Ruby: “So anyway when she tried to blast us the canon on that thing, Weiss put up a rock wall and saved us from getting blasted!”

Winter: “Thats a rather high degree excessive force.”

Penny: “And against regulations for use of that machine.”

Weiss: “Thats what we were saying! Except the regulations part. But Ruby; before that you saved all of us from the apathy, terrible things by the way, they drain you like one of Father’s self promotion parties, with your eyes. And you almost stopped the leviathan.”

Ruby: “Sure, but against Cordovian she saved me from falling twice! And it was only with your lancer that I was able to do that! Admit it Weiss: you’re a life saver. Literally.”

Weiss: “Well, I cant exactly let you get hurt if I can avoid it, can I? I like all of us, but especially you too much.”

Ruby: “And I’ll always be thankful.”

Penny: “When we fought Cinder, Winter and I saved each other too!”

Ruby: “Ooo! Tell us! We haven’t heard enough about your fight!”

Weiss: “Yes, please do.”

Penny: “So when I was with Fria and. . . She was passing on. . . Cinder has gotten back inside because Fria wasn’t making a wall of cold anymore! She sent her Grimm arm towards us but Winter jump in and cut it off just in time!”

Winter: “And that’s how I got into the fight that almost, and would have, killed me you two not showed up; because by that time my aura was already broken. . . From when Penny saved me earlier. . .”

Weiss: “What happened?”

Winter: “Cinder pushes both me and Penny through the walls, so we were fighting in the air. Penny and Cinder can fly of course, so I was using my manticore summon,”

Ruby: “You have a manticore summon!? That’s so cool! Weiss you need to make one!”

Weiss: “SSSSHH!”

Winter: “We tried to double team her; flying at her from two directions. But she was smarter than I had hoped. . . When I was attacking alone she destroyed my summon with her swords, then sent a fireball to destroy my aura.”

Weiss: Gasp

Winter: “I would have assuredly fallen to my death below. . . But instead of following Cinder. . . Penny saved me.”

Penny: “Yet the first thing you did was scold me for it.”

Winter: “I thought we may have just lost everything to Cinder. . . In that case my life really doesn’t matter.”

Penny, putting her hand over Winter’s: “Winter, I said this back then, and I mean it maybe even more now: you’re life does matter. At least to me. And it always will.”

Winter looked at Penny, who’s green eyes stared back. Sometimes she would forget that Penny was technically a machine; because she could see what was behind all of the sensors and cameras

A soul

A soul that really did love her. And one she loved back

Leaning forward, she was reminded yet again how human Penny’s lips were too

Ruby, staring at this adorable display: “. . . Weiss. . . Remember how we said we’d thank each other later, on the train?”

Weiss, a little uncomfortable at her sister making out in front of her: “Y-Yeah, I do. Why-“

Ruby takes a soft hold of Weiss, and looks into her eyes for a second. Before closing hers, and leaning in

The kiss caught Weiss off guard, but after a millisecond she melted in Ruby’s liplock embrace, and returned the favor

After a few moments of being lost in bliss, Ruby pulled back

And Weiss regained her normal senses

Weiss: “RUBY ROSE! What have I told you about making out with me in public!? I explicitly told you not to embarrass me I front of my sister!!”

Ruby: “But you still seemed to enjoy it!”

Weiss: “T-that doesn’t mean anything!”

Winter, having gotten done with her own kiss: “Weiss, calm down, please give the girl a break. It’s just because she loves you. . . And don’t think it should be embarrassing in respect to me: I’m happy you have someone like Ruby.”

Penny: “And Schnees are difficult to resist. One can’t blame her for wanting to kiss a snow angel.”

Ruby: “Yeah exactly! They are really sensational aren’t they Penny?”

Penny: “They are! Perfect in most ways my sensors can measure! We are so lucky to have them!”

Weiss: “I. . . I suppose we might be the lucky ones, aren’t we Winter?”

Winter: “That a couple of frozen women like us found red headed Dolts to melt us, and apparently quite enjoy our company? And that I must say are fairly attractive? I do think we are.”

Ruby: “. . . Penny. . . I just realized something. . . We’re going to be sisters one day!”

Penny: “I KNOW ISNT IT GREAT!?!!”

Ruby: “WE COULD HAVE A DOUBLE WEDDING!”

Penny: Excited robot noises

Winter: “I’m not sure about that, but still: I guess that means we’ll have to at least save each other until then.”

Weiss: “And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

(Hope you like this one!)

Artist: Gardavwar

https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/xh23p4/double_date_gardavwar/

https://www.deviantart.com/gardavwar/art/Double-Date-840380149

#winter x penny #ruby x weiss #rwby weiss #rwby ruby #rwby penny #penny polendina #whiterose #gardavwar #rwby fanart #rwby fan art #rwby winter #winter schnee #weiss schnee #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #rwby

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zzztobi · 3 years ago

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𖥻 ‹𝟹 pairing: dilf!bokuto x fem!reader

𖥻 ‹𝟹 tw: fluff, oral sex (f), love confession (?), dILF BOKUTO. (not proofread like always :p) nsfw content mdni.

𖥻 ‹𝟹 wordcount: 1,6k

you've been looking for a job for the longest time know, applying to every place you found, not even minding what the job was about. that is until one of your father's coworkers, called bokuto, asked you about giving some general classes to his 8 y/o son. all you needed to do is help him with his homework and assigments. an easy job and well paid, that is.

you knocked on the door, waiting for your dad's coworker to open it. you would have expected a normal size house, like yours for example. but man, this house was huge. a far "coming!" could be heard and the most handsome, big and attractive man opened the door with the brighest smile.

“ah, you must be (y/n), right?” still amazed by his presence, you just nodded, cheeks now a pinkish color. “well, c'mon c'mon, don't just stand on the doorway darling.”

he pulled you in to his house, still smiling to you. the nickname he gave you taking you by surprise, making your cheeks to grow redder. the interior of the house was almost blinding due to the white walls and furniture being reflected by all the dazzling lights. just a few pictures of him and his kid hanging around.

“your father told me you were a really good student, so that's why i thought you could help my son, but he didn't tell me you were this pretty.” he approached you, big hand on your lower back montioning you to keep walking inside, making you shiver a little. “my son is in his room. just walk upstairs to the second room on your right.” he kept that bright smile on his face the whole time. “i'll prepare something for the both of you!”

and with that he went to the open kitchen. you just muted an almost inaudible “okay” and went to his son's room where a kid looking exactly the same as his father was waiting for you.

after the first day, came a lot more. then weeks and months, you were earning a lot of money thanks to bokuto. and his son was doing pretty good in school thanks to you.

everyday you got to know a little more about him, since he always had a little chat with you after the study session was over. your learned that he divorced his wife after he knew she was cheating on him. that was when his son was barely 2 years old. then, he won the trial and the custody of his son.

he didn't get married again because he was really focused on his job and his son. that taking all his time in the day. you didn't know why but that information gave you some sort of relief. you learned that he was indeed way younger that your dad, 35 years old.

you noticed his behaviour towards you changed a little everyday, for the better of course. he would always compliment your outfit or hair, even if you just wore some sweatpants and a shirt. he always assured you that you looked good with anything.

you even started to put a little more effort on the way you looked just to hear his “you look really pretty today (y/n)!” or his “wow, you sure are beutiful!”. every compliment igniting somehing in you, something you were to scared to accept.

today was like any other day, your dad drove you to bokuto’s house, you waited outside of it after knocking a few times and waited for him to open the door for you. but this time he opened the door a little surprised to see you here, a frown adorning his beautiful face.

“what are you doing here today? my son’s in a birthday party!” you just looked at him, mimicking his frown. then it hit him, he didn’t tell you that piece of information. “oh shit, i forgot to text you about it right?” he looked through his phone, searching for the message he never wrote and never sent you.

“don’t worry bokuto-san! i can call my dad again to pick me up.” you smiled at him, a smile so bright and wide that made his heart jump everytime. a smile that he caught himself thinking about at anytime in the day. that derived on him thinking about you; the way you talked, how your eyes squinted when you smiled, the way your hips moved, the shine of your hair, the colour of your lips. fantasazing after how good they would look around his cock or moaning his name.

he thought this opportunity was given to him by god himself, he could not let it slip through his fingers. “oh no please! come inside, let me invite you to some coffee for the drive here! it’s my fault after all.”

the evening with bokuto went by so fast with all the jokes and story telling, really enjoying spending time with him. in one of all the fit of laughters that you had during the evening, you placed your left hand on bokuto’s arm while you grasped your tummy with the other one, crying and laghing because of some of his colleges stories.

that subtle touch and the happiness on your face made something ignite inside of bokuto’s chest. something that he hasn’t felt since the first years of marriage with his ex wife. something that he’s been longing for so long. something that he only found on you again.

he put his own hand on top of yours, making you to look up at him. your heart doing backflips on your chest. this is where you realized your feelings. feelings that you kept bottled up, afraid for he outcome of it.

you were afraid of his reaction. did he felt the same way? there’s no way, he was your “boss”. but if he did correspond your feelings, how would people react to it? it frightened you, what people would think about it, how would your parents react to it. for god’s sake he was your father’s coworker! this was supposed to be a job relationship with no feelings involved!

all of this blurred out when you caressed his face and pressed your lips on his. a kiss so awaited by both of you, that took bokuto by surprise, but that he happily returned ignoring his inner voice telling him that this was wrong.

he succumbed to the kiss, to the way your lips moved along his, the sound you made when he granted access to your own mouth with his tongue, to the feeling of your fingers caressing his cheeks and neck. he succumbed to you.

soon the kiss turned messy and desperate, tongues lapping and teeth clacking. his hands roamed your body, scared that if he stopped you would disappear. breaking the kiss you both looked at each other lovingly as if you were trying to express your feelings with your eyes. feelings that tip toed on your tongues, too scared to say something.

“y/n, i know this sounds crazy but fuck, i really like you.” your eyes widened at his confession. “i know this is wrong and i'm too old. but no matter how much i want to, i can't seem to get you out of my head.” bokuto looked nervous. surely his confession was something that you didn't expect but damn if it didn't make your heart burst.

taking both of his hands on yours, your eyes met his and with a warm smile you leaned into him again almost pressing your lips on him. “i like you too bokuto” the kiss was nothing like the first; it was soft and lovingly, pouring both of your hearts into it — all of your feelings exposed to each other.

your bodies soon moved upstairs to his bedroom. you laid on your back with bokuto's lips still on yours. his hands were everywhere: your waist, your hips, your thighs, your face. every inch if your skin was covered with his kisses and hands.

playing with them hem of your shirt he stopped, his eyes looked at you with pure lust and love. “can i baby?” you nodded too lost in the scent that surrounded you — bokuto's scent. “i'm gonna need more than that. use your words pretty” your eyes never left his face. “yes kou, i give you full consent to do anything with me”

he growled, pressing his forehead on your tummy. “you're gonna drive me crazy” resuming his movements, he took off your shirt with your own help. his shirt and sweatpants came after, only you left in a pair of shorts. pulling them down he almost salivated at the sight of your covered pussy in some blue underwear.

pressing wet kisses on your thighs, his fingers played with your covered folds earning some whimpers from you. he then proceeded to take off your underwear, now dampened with your slick. placing both of your legs on his shoulders, he looked back at you and smirked before giving a little kiss to your clit.

that little kiss turned into kitten licks and then into long desperate ones. his hot tongue ran through your folds, tasting every part of you as if your pussy was the first meal he had in ages. his tongue played with your pussy while two of his fingers thrusted into you. wet sounds and moans filling his senses.

he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, announcing your upcoming orgasm along with your high pitched moans and some “please, bokuto” he never stopped his ministrations, if so, he increased them. “i know baby, i know. just cum for me yeah? be a good girl and cum on my tongue” and with that you reached your high, the coiling feeling on your stomach unraveling.

at that exact moment you didn't care about what people would say. the only thing you knew was that bokuto was the man you would like to spend the rest of your life with.

#[📁 andrea writes]#smut #haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #bokuto koutaro #bokuto smut #hq smut #hq #haikyuu #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #haikyū!!#haikyu x reader #haikyu scenarios

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angelsndragons · 3 years ago

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*sing* it's been ~a while~

and i have been watching vm vs the nein a lot so let's talk about it. as always with me, this is a very long word vomit.

i said over on my mechanics post that the vm playbook requires urgency while the nein's playbook requires setup. here's what i mean. if the nein can make it to round 3-4 intact, that is if all of them are up, they are going to win. period. the nein simply have too many ways to steal turns from their enemies or to maximize their own effectiveness for things to go any other way.

if you want to see this in action even with a reduced roster, go watch the fire elemental fight in episode 129 and count the rounds. between caduceus' mass cure wounds and spirit guardians, caleb's slow, veth's sneak attacks, and jester's guiding bolts, the nein were able to scrape out a win thanks more to their bag of tricks than the damage output. veth only got sneak attack because of guiding bolt's secondary effects, slow kept veth safe from an opportunity attack and jester from a multi-attack, mass cure wounds gave caleb that round to cast slow, and the spirit guardians passively whittled down the enemies into KO range. the accumulated secondary effects were too much for the enemies to withstand and they fell hard. notice how everything built on one another here. that's what cockroach parties learn to do well. it was sloppier than a normal nein fight but they did it with a reduced roster AND with nearly all of their high level spell slots spent before the fight. yeah, they're fucking scary.

vm, however, is a whole different kind of scary. this team can put you down before you even know what's happening. it's harder to target the group's biggest damage dealers because you have a hulking barbarian and often an elemental up front locking down combatants. the dagger rogue can teleport and fly. oh, and give himself an extra action each round. the ranger and the gunslinger can stand back and just go to town. the freaking bear can maul you. the bard can make your life a living joke in your final moments. the cleric is a wildcard because the group is built to fight without her; if she's around, good luck because that's another round of attacks you have to take and an extra round vm can take. their DCs are ridiculous, as are their overall ACs.

but the thing to know about vm is that they have to put you down fast. they don't have the hit points for longer fights and they definitely don't have the utility for longer fights. their druid is offensively oriented, their cleric is often absent, and their bard is mostly support. he's often the only one running that bag of tricks. he can and will fuck up an opposing team given the chance and bolster his own, the problem is that he has almost no backup here. it's a giant hole that is begging to be exploited. it's an even bigger hole when that bard can only cast one spell per round.

so, going into the battle royale, the vm side had to down one member of the nein as fast as possible preferably in two rounds or fewer. it almost doesn't matter who, because if you down beau or fjord, that forces jester or fjord to spend their action or spell getting the downed member back up. if jester goes down, fjord has to do something about it. well, i say it almost doesn't matter but beau's deflect missiles makes her the worst target of the trio and yes, i'm including fjord's half-orc bounce back in that calculation. that gives you one round where the person healing isn't fucking up your team. vm's secondary objective was to monitor and control beau. her movement is nothing to compared to a hasted vax but her stunning strike is the most lethal weapon the nein brought into this fight. vm overall is not a melee group to begin with and their con saves are all garbage. vm has to find a way to keep her off their tails if they want a chance. we also know that vm's plan was to try to take out jester first so throw that objective into the mix as well.

all the nein have to do is survive the first couple rounds, monitor scanlan and pike, and get into position. that's basically it. the nein can absolutely withstand vax and percy's damage output for the first two rounds. pike and scanlan's damage output can be scary but pike in particular has to decide whether she wants to hold high level slots for healing. and she would need those higher level slots to get close to percy and vax's damage output. the nein know from experience that the support caster is where the real trouble will begin.

but before we kick things off, remember that matt specifically designed this battlefield to take turns away from the teams. the chests are an action to search and are located far out of the way in the field. the gem requires an action to activate, which basically means sacrificing your action for someone else's, and shifts between six designated points on the field. matt, who has a deep understanding of how both teams operate, decided to play on the nein's insecurities that they were at a severe item disadvantage and see if he could get them to bite. high risk, high reward. granted, this is me speculating but it does look like matt saw the fight very differently from the players and readjusted the field accordingly.

so we kick off and immediately scanlan proves why he is the top priority on the nein's list. he gets the gem, gets fjord prone on the ground, and comes within a hair's breadth of turning the fight into a five on two potential slaughter. travis brilliantly responds to these circumstances in the best of ways. see, fjord isn't the nein's utility magician for this fight; fjord's the bait. travis makes a very big spectacle of himself and fjord's predicament. and vm buys it hook, line, and sinker. ashley tries to continue with the original plan of gunning for jester only to discover that jester is who knows where.

vax, percy and scanlan? immediately take their shots at fjord. but fjord's on the ground which puts percy's awful misfire mechanic into reasonable play. so fjord gets lucky and doesn't take anywhere near the amount of damage he could have from percy. scanlan, after percy is removed from the field, decides he's better off trying to finish fjord but only hits a 3rd level thunder wave instead of a higher level one, which sam was probably saving for some counterspells or such. i don't think a higher level would have made that much of a difference but it is important to note.

more importantly, vax gets greedy. he got two good hits on fjord with his two actions, he could have left and hidden for the next turn. yes, vm has to down fjord as fast as possible. however that haste is going to be more effective over the long term if vax can keep it. but fjord's easy prey and he thinks vm can down him before jester can get over there to do anything about it. so he goes for the bonus action attack. pike eventually joins this mad dash scramble and like scanlan, she absolutely needed to throw something huge at fjord to get past his half-orc racial trait to have a prayer at downing him. but she did not because ashley seems to have been saving all her high levels for healing so fjord survives the round in honestly a very good position. vax can't target him from range with the cloud up, scanlan now has bigger problems than fjord with molly right up on him, and pike ran, taking damage and healing fjord in the process.

meanwhile, the nein's ladies are free to run and play the field as they see fit. jester has a big opening round flame strike. beau decides she can hold off on her round 2 blitz run to vm in favor of bringing molly onto the field. remember kids, never let a monk with 55ft of movement have the run of the place, it's bad for business. jester then makes a great play with her dispel magic at vax's haste. hashtag thanks, fjord. remember, kids, cockroach parties excel at taking turns and actions away from their opponents. in round 2 alone, the nein successfully remove percy from the field and remove vax's extra attack. that's both big damage dealers hobbled in one round. they also gave themselves an extra turn, adding molly onto the field. and oh boy, molly.

here we see the utility martial fighter molly could have been. sam's confused by the low damage that molly's doing his first round but the damage isn't really the point of the attacks. that brand of tethering is far more important, as are taliesin keeping an eye on which reactions will support the nein and molly's second attack wasting scanlan's reaction. counterspell is off the table for the back half of round 2-beginning of round 3, which is important if fjord wants to get the heck out of dodge.

in case it wasn't obvious earlier in the match that the nein are absolutely gunning for scanlan, round 3 begins with beau's blitz against scanlan. fjord's luck against the dominate person balances out with scanlan's save against the stun and beau missing one attack. here, vm starts to get distracted. they chose their focus fire target, fjord, but now do not, arguably cannot, follow through on it. we'll never know what could have happened had vm said to hell with beau and molly in our faces, we have to finish fjord.

vax tries to retaliate against beau but here's where the cockroach starts to come into play. molly blood curses vax, which saves beau a full sneak attack+ worth of damage. it also utterly wastes vax's turn. fjord manages to escape (and damage pike while he's at it) and regroup where it's safe. scanlan tries to dimension door but fails due to the brand. literally any other move scanlan could try on the pair of them had a better chance of success. instead, another vm turn is lost. taliesin recognizes the importance of getting beau advantage and supports her at the cost of two of his attacks missing, but not before scanlan is forced to cutting words one of them. another potential counterspell and cutting words lost. neither jester or pike contribute significantly to this round; the nein have done so much damage to pike in three rounds that she is forced to heal herself while jester chooses to dimension door herself to the gem and only a low damage roll lets it evade her.

beau takes molly's setup and gets the critical scanlan stun. he loses his full round. fjord takes the opportunity molly provided him to polymorph into a t-rex, bringing him fully back into the fight. vm is really going to have a time and a half trying to finish him now unless they can put up a big single damage attack. jester builds on beau's setup by casting flame strike, whose dex save scanlan automatically fails. he goes down. if you're the nein, this is exactly where you want pike focused, on her team and not on yours. she has access to most of the same spells that jester has and the more you pressure her to focus on her team, the better. it's not wasting her turn, precisely, but it is controlling what she can reasonably do with it.

now we come to percy versus beau. i don't want to diminish the insane good luck beau had to take only 26 points of damage from six shots because what matters here is that percy absolutely could not down beau. period. her hit points were too high and after she took almost nothing from the first two shots, it should have been clear that she was going to get her turn and she would absolutely attempt to stun and down pike and scanlan. i'm not going to monday morning quarterback this fight but i will point out that the more rolls travis has to make to maintain concentration, the greater the chance he fails and you get to hit fjord's actual hit point pool and trade fjord for scanlan. and if you can get him before he can get back into the fray, even better.

beau stuns the gnomes and drops scanlan again. her inner cockroach rears its head once more as she negates more than half the damage on vax's critical hit sneak attack. fjord-rex downs scanlan and grapples pike. the stun on pike here really helps negate that high AC of hers. after scanlan's death, it's a long slow death spiral. vax abandons the fight in the next critical round in favor of keeping the gem instead of targeting fjord. percy attacks beau once more instead of fjord due to fjord dangling pike over lava. he starts to focus on fjord only to get distracted by jester. pike goes down but vax gets caught by beau before he can get her back up. and so it goes with vm losing turn after turn after turn until finally the nein poof percy out of existence and bring molly back. a fitting end for the team who started their final boss fight with eight and came out nine.

bottom line here, the vm team played like they had way more time than they actually did. they had to commit to a target and see it dead as fast as possible. they had to control the battlefield quickly and keep it. they didn't so they couldn't. aside from building on damage dealt, they couldn't create advantages or opportunities for each other nearly as effectively as nein did. all of these factors meant that the nein did what they always do: grind their enemies under heel.

#critical role #cr meta #critical role spoilers #vm vs m9 #vox machina vs mighty nein #d&d mechanics #vox machina #mighty nein #the mighty nein #cr spoilers #my meta #long post #don't let your opponents run circles around you kids #control the battlefield or the enemy will control you #teamwork makes the dream work

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katsukikitten · 4 years ago

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Hello friends! Here is my contribution to the Bakugou Birthday Bash! The master link will be linked here ! Please enjoy my bit of an angsty fic! And all of the other art and works that are on the master list! Enjoy the big bakugou blow out and remember to leave a comment on your favorite pieces! Happy birthday ya shitty man! (Lowkey become 3d please)

Warning: he's 28 btw 😂 (my fic says so also)

It shouldn't be this fucking hard to get groceries and booze. It's a quick and easy errand. Everything already pre-ordered for an important birthday that just needed to be picked up. And yet here you were crying in your car trying to get it together before the attendant asked for the order name. Honestly you had texted out "I can't do this today. Sorry." Several times before deleting it, telling yourself not to hit send. But you would have to be having the worst mental day of your life wouldn't you? Today of all days, how fucking selfish of you.

Especially with the amount of time and effort you and Kirishima had put into this idea. Since New Year's actually, months and months of planning after the two of you had gotten shit faced at Denki and Mina's new years party, creating the brain child. All after bonding over switching patrol partners six months before, you had gotten Bakugou and he had gotten Ashido. Kirishima and yourself giggle over stupid things to the side of the party, people watching as you took shots. Kirishima points towards a normally grumpy blonde.

"Wow I think he's actually having fun." You snort, as you watch Bakugou hide his rare cat smile behind a sip of his beer as Mina makes Denki the butt of a joke.

"He actually loves parties. He never says it so people just think he's a wet blanket." Kirishima laughs, pouring the two of you another shot. Bakugou lets out a particularly loud laugh after 'Dunce Face' proves Mina's point. I guess that would be the time that it started.

When you started to fall. His laugh makes your cheeks deepen in hue and burn, to want to hear it again, to watch it again and learn all of the other sides of your patrol partner that he obviously only reserved for his closest friends.

"Let's throw him a great birthday party." You say, holding up your shot as a devilish smile spreads over sharp teeth. The mountainous man clinks your shot glass before he adds.

"Let's." In unison the two of you down the burning liquid as the plan comes into fruition.

Four months, four months and nineteen days of you thinking of nothing but your patrol partner with whom you got extremely close with since New Year's. So why? Why today of all days were you struggling? Why would normal everyday tasks feel more as if you were wading through mud than the breeze they should have been? You flip down the visor, looking yourself in the eye through little square mirror as you grit your teeth hissing

"Get your shit together."

Your little pep talk helps you get the several cakes and the cart full of booze that everyone requested, planning to make this the best birthday ever. Helping Kirishima set his house up with decorations, setting out the snacks, catering and even pouring some drinks as guests began to arrive to set down their gifts and help with the last minute touches before hiding. Masking through the pit in your stomach as you smiled at all of your friends as they poured in through Kirishima's door. Through the weighted emptiness you felt as each one wrapped you into a tight hug, already praising you and Kirishima for the amazing effort, that Bakugou would be so surprised when it was more than just you and Kirishima here. . Finally you had to go and get the guest of honor just before sundown to catch him before he went to bed. A much needed breather from the constant smiling and forcing a laugh that everyone thought sounded genuine.

Enjoying the silence of the evening train as it pulled you across town to the unsuspecting blonde. And maybe you could have made it through the night from your shitty pep talk or at least through getting the freshly 28 year old to his party but instead you catch your reflection in the window. Your facial features weighted with exhaustion, shoulders hunched allowing your body to continue to produce cortisol. Tears prick your eyes as you deep low, too low. Remembering everything and nothing all at once, steeping in guilt as you beg yourself for just a few more hours. That the depression episode can happen when you're home and alone, after the party goes off without a hitch. Tears fall anyway and they do all the way to Bakugou's until you finally get enough control to step out of yourself for a moment. Ringing the doorbell several times as a smile is plastered on your face, the door swings open. Bakugou's eyes narrow as they take you in, he notices that something is off. Your smile is a little too wide, your eyes rimmed red but he says nothing about it. Instead he lets his initial anger come forth.

"Oi! I told you to fuckin' text me when you were on the train so I could meet you at the station!" He growls, slamming his door shut and pocketing his keys. Deadly and sweaty hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket as his palms itch to hold onto something else. Garnet eyes track your own hands as you reach over your head stretching.

"Yea yea, I hear you Dad." You tease giving him a look, "I still made it okay."

"Kirishima should have come instead of you that fuckin hair for brains." He snarls keeping pace with you as he always does on patrol.

"I know Dad must be sad cause his favorite didn't come to pick him up." You try not to sound dejected, nudging him in the ribs to distract from the crack in your voice, "Happy birthday ya big lug."

Bakugou cuts you a glare, mind racing before his barks out a "Thanks."

Comfortable silence stretches between the two of you before you two hit the train station, passing a corner store.

"Was shitty hair burning dinner? Do I need to stop for back up?" His thumb hooks over his shoulder towards the neon as he stands idle waiting for you to jog your memory. Kirishima had burned the last friend's dinner making Bakugou so angry he walked six blocks to make something that was 'FUCKIN EDIBLE!' while you tried to air out his apartment. You laugh loudly, genuinely for the first time that day causing Bakugou's shoulders to sag with relief. In the ten months he had been working with you he had only seen you faking a smile or laugh once or twice. Then the time after that you were absent from work the next day or two forcing him to patrol with Denki but worse yet...making him worry.

"Guess I'll grab something just in case." He gave you his back so you wouldn't see his face or the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

"No, no! I ordered out this time. From that famous chef you like." Bakugou glares your way, digging in his back pocket for his wallet.

"How much." He demands through gritted teeth while you show him the palms of your hands in surrender.

"Woah woah! It's your birthday gift! You can't pay me back for dinner! I'd sooner burn the money before I'd accept it from you!" Your watch dings with a message from Kirishima asking for an ETA. You grab onto Bakugou's hand pulling him along into a run as you shout over your shoulder.

"We're gonna be late!"

Oh how Bakugou wished you hadn't done that, he was already struggling to keep his heart beat even when you were around and now to grab onto him. To pull him along in a hurry like those cheesy insta posts that couples did on their "grand adventure" together. He swallows the lump in his throat as he reminds himself that you are nothing more than his patrol partner. His friend at best.

Even though the train was mostly empty Bakugou stood closely by you, as he always did when the two of you were in a crowded space. He had seen how most men took advantage of the situation and he hated the idea of that happening to you although he knew you were more than capable of handling it on your own. Hell you could kick even his ass but he would die before ever admitting that. Instead he watches you talk about what you ordered for dinner and how you got the cake from that bakery Sato works part time at, the same one he got your birthday cake from but he doesn't hear a word. Instead all he can see is the golden light from the setting sun worshiping you. Kissing your skin to make it glow, giving your eyes a hue that makes his heart fall into his stomach and illuminating you in a true light. A radiant ethereal thing is what you were and Bakugou was just lucky enough to be standing by you. So out of it he doesn't realize the two of you are at your stop.

"Uh Suki?" Your voice is soft paired with the setting sun has him acting weird. He leans closer to you, pulled by some invisible force before he stops himself as he watches you look up at him beneath long lashes.

"You okay?" You ask almost nervously from his proximity, the smell of spice and caramel wrap around you making you feel warm and fuzzy. Temporarily making you forget that you were trying to act on the train, making you relax as you just talked to Bakugou. He sucks his teeth as he picks up your bag to sling over his shoulder.

"Yea but you were gonna forget your whole damn purse like you always do." He huffs, this time he was the one pulling at your hand in a rush before the doors closed to trap you two on the train. His hand feels warm in yours, his grip tight as he drags you along before pulling you within his sight, another habit of his you happened to notice. Almost reluctantly he lets go of you hand as Kirishima's house comes into view.

"We better have a good time tonight patrol Princess or you owe me a special birthday gift." He laughs causing you to roll your eyes at his stupid nickname that stuck after your first day with him, adamant that the two of you take your route instead of his it was a huge argument. But it was a good thing he listened to the "princess", it put the two of you smack dab in the middle of a robbery. You stick out your tongue.

"Trust me. You're gonna have a good time!" You push him up the steps as he bats away your hands. Opening the front door before everyone jumps out of various and bad hiding spots.

"SURPRISE!!" All of the alumni of class A and some of B shout, a select few already slurring their words. Bakugou's scowl turns into a smirk before he looks over his shoulder at you.

"Aw you did this to me?" His voice is teasing but his eyes almost sparkle, you nod encouraging him to go deeper into the party. As he does people flock to him laughing and yelling out happy birthday until he's sick of hearing it. All the while your smile wanes with the night. Until an hour in that heavy episode hits you full force. Numbness setting in where happiness should be, rotting as it turns to shame and guilt as you watch your friend, your crush, enjoy his night. Bringing a glass bottle to his lips as he talks with Kirishima, who then presses a shot into his hands. Bodies dancing to the house music that beat out of the speakers competing with chatter and laughter.

It felt weird to watch everyone truly enjoying themselves while you felt low. It felt more as if you were standing outside of the house, looking in through the window to see everyone enjoying themselves, no one even knowing who you were as you stared in.

You felt distant, alone. What a shitty way to feel in a room full of people, none of it being their fault and so the guilt pressed harder. Eyes watering as they lingered on the blonde who deserved this celebration and more. Making you decide to give the best birthday gift of them all.

To slip away upstairs and onto the roof, to give the room space to breathe when you felt like suffocating.

Crying to no one but the moon.

And no one noticed. Two hours slip by before Kirishima insists that Bakugou make a wish and eat cake before everyone gets too drunk too. The entire house drunkenly sings happy birthday but Bakugou notices a voice missing. Yours that's just a touch off key, not to mention he didn't hear you say the stupid nickname 'Suki' where his name should be in the song. Plus you weren't one to miss out on dessert. For as long as Bakugou has been working with you, you never turned down the opportunity for sweets. Whether that was taking the long way back to the agency to try to catch a certain street vendor or to hover by the deserts at a party to pick the very best treat.

And if it was a birthday party, you never could shut up that y'all could not leave until after they blew out the candles and made a wish.

His eyes linger for a second longer, making sure he didn't miss you before his heart sinks. He takes in a sharp inhale, thinks on his wish and blows out the candles.

Meanwhile you hear the cheers of everyone down stairs and sob into your knees. You missed your favorite part of birthdays. Of hoping they make a wish that comes true, of watching their face as they think of something quickly or how some people tear up when they finally realize just how loved they are on their birthday.

It isn't long after that do you hear the sound of combat boots on shingles. Whipping your head up in the direction of the sound. Stomach clenching with guilt as you watch Bakugou walking towards you with a slice of cake.

"Brought ya some cake, since I didn't hear you sing off key to me." He says sinking down beside you as you furiously wipe at your tears.

"I'm-um."

"You don't gotta explain yourself to me." He snarls as you stare dumbly at your cake, "You know that."

"I know…" Silence passes slowly, the moon shines overhead and the party carries on below.

"Well, I'm waiting!" Bakugou says dramatically, "You gonna sing or am I gonna have to sing to myself?"

"Oh." It makes you giggle a bit before you blush, realizing he is serious. You take a deep breath before singing "just off key" when you don't, to him.

"Sukiiiiii!" Relief washes over his features when he hears the dumb ass name, "Happy birthday to youuuuuu!"

"Okay, now you can eat the damn cake." He grunts, his smile never wavering as he looks to the empty street below. You follow his eyes, chewing the inside of your lip, setting the cake down.

"What'd you wish for…" Curiosity gets the better of you and earns his intense gaze. He smirks, scoffing at the end.

"You always say you shouldn't tell or it won't come true." He laughs at your pout, before he finally admits "I wished for courage."

With a furrowed brow you give him a puzzled look, he just holds your gaze.

"Why? You're like the bravest hero I know!" Bakugou can hear the truth in your voice, you aren't saying it just to fucking stroke his ego.

You actually meant it, making this conversation that much harder.

"Yea except when it comes to this one thing I want to do. Its fuckin easy and I've done it hundreds of times just as I'm about to do it I fucking back down cause I'm probably fuckin reading into things too much." He leans in closer, again his smell mesmerizes you, causing your body to visibly relax, "Too much of a fuckin bitch, thinking she doesn't want me like I want her. So I wished for the courage to follow through. To fuckin' just do it."

Your heart is racing out of your chest before one of his hands finds the nape of your neck pulling you into a feverish kiss. Teeth gnashing from the passion, lips perfectly modeling to the other before tongues lightly dance around one another. Lengthening seconds into hours with just a few head tilts and plush lips. You moan into his mouth, he pulls away, eyes clouded with lust as a string of spit connects your tongues. He pants, face flushed and his hand warm, almost burning at the nape of your neck, the shingle by his hand charred from restraint as he pants out.

"I wished for you."

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tolliver-shaw · 4 years ago

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Bucky Boy

Summary: Y/N has a huge crush on Bucky. Her feelings become obvious when he walks her home from a party one night.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Explicit Language, Drug Use, Alcohol, Smut

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You remembered the first time you had laid eyes on Bucky Barnes. You had moved into your dorm the day before. College was a fresh start, and you wanted to take things easy. No big parties and no boys until you had gotten yourself settled. Unfortunately, your roommate Natasha had different plans. She was a social butterfly and somehow had gotten invited to a big bonfire in the woods that weekend.

The two of you bonded over trying to follow the instructions that had been sent to Natasha. You shared the bottle of Malibu that Natasha had bought with her fake ID.

Your hesitance about the party immediately faded when you saw the large group of college freshmen around the bonfire. It seemed like everyone was just as alone as you felt. Before long, the alcohol took hold, and you were chatting with anyone and everyone. It was late in the night when you spotted him. Your eyes locked across the fire for what felt like an eternity. The eternity was quickly over, and he went back to dancing with the girl in front of him.

Over the next few months, you always saw Bucky the same way. A quick bit of eye contact until he went back to his girl of the night. It was without fail a different girl, and they were all beautiful. It wasn’t until October that you really got a chance to meet. You and Natasha had decided to have a chill night in with a few friends when her phone rang.

“Hey Y/N, do you mind if Bucky stops by?” Natasha had asked. She had no clue about your little crush on him and had never noticed the way you would watch him and his girl of the week. You had tried to play it cool and tell her you didn’t care. Now one of your best friends, she knew something was up.

That night you had learned Bucky lived in your building just a few floors above you, and he was roommates with Natasha’s fuckbuddy, Steve. He had no clue who you were, and you pretended that you didn’t know him. Luckily before you had the chance to embarrass yourself, he was gone to go meet some girl from Tinder.

After that night, it felt like you saw Bucky everywhere. He was in the elevator, at the dining hall, and at the library. A quick wave and a smile were all you ever shared.

The next real conversation came months later. It was February, Valentine’s Day weekend to be exact, and Natasha had been invited to a party. It was a whole new group of people and an opportunity to make new friends. Decked out in all pink, the two of you braced the cold and made your way across campus.

The party was absolutely crazy. The music was so loud you couldn’t hear yourself think and in the middle of the room was a mass of bodies all dancing with each other. Not drunk enough to feel comfortable, you took a sip out of the White Claw Natasha had given you. It didn’t take long before you spot Bucky. You hadn’t expected him to be here.

Yelling over the music, you turned to Natasha, “Wait, so who invited you to this?”

“I thought I told you already. It was Steve. These are all his friends,” she yelled back and disappeared into the crowd, trying to find Steve. You quickly followed, trying not to get lost in the sea of people. Catching your breath when you appeared next to her, you said a quick hi to Steve.

“Bucky, you’ve met Natasha’s roommate, right?” Steve asked.

“Y/N, right?” Bucky smiled as he confirmed your name. You nod and tried to think of something to say, but the song changed, and Natasha dragged you to dance. The alcohol finally started to kick in, allowing you to let loose. You danced and yelled the words to the songs pumping through the speaker. You loved this feeling of no worries. You loved the feeling of just being a body in a crowd. That feeling lasted for a few songs until Steve made his way over to Natasha. Hating third-wheeling, you found a couch on the side of the room to sit for a minute.

You scanned the room and saw few familiar faces but no one that you could go talk to. You saw Bucky on a different couch with some girl that was practically in his lap. You rolled your eyes. It was a little early in the night for Bucky to find his girl, but at least he was getting some. Continuing your scan, you saw a new face, a cute guy that looked just as much out of his element as you. Almost like he felt you looking, he looked your way and smiled. Taking that as a good sign, you walked over and sat next to him.

“So, parties like this really aren’t your thing, huh?” you asked him.

“More like I’m on babysitting duty,” he responded and points to two drunk guys dancing on a table. “My roommates can’t be trusted to not destroy things when they’re drunk.”

“Oh, trust me, I know the feeling. If my roommate didn’t have her little boy toy with her tonight, I would be doing the same thing,” you told him. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Bruce.” It became apparent that Bruce was shy and a little bit awkward, so you took the lead.

“Do you want to dance, Bruce?”

“Oh… um, I don’t really dance,” he stammered over the words.

“I’ll show you. Come on, have a little faith.” You held out your hand and led him into the thick of it. You put his hands on your waist, and before long, things were getting heated. Song after song, the tension started to build until you finally leaned up and kissed him. You could feel your heart pounding, and as you pulled away from the kiss, you could see the pink that tinged his cheeks.

“Wanna go for a walk?” you whisper yelled in his ear. He nodded quickly, knowing that walk was code to find somewhere to hook up. He took the lead this time, but before the of you could leave the dance floor, one of his roommates intercepted you.

“Bruce, I don’t feel too good,” he slurred before throwing up all over the floor.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, but I have to help him,” Bruce yelled as he rushed off with his roommate.

Alone and feeling sober, you went back to that couch in the corner. You noticed that Natasha and Steve had disappeared, and Bucky was dancing with a different girl than before. You checked the time on your phone and figured at this point, you might as well go home. You sent a quick text to Natasha telling her your plans and felt a sweaty body plop down on the couch.

“Y/N, how are you doing on this fine evening?” Bucky smirked and lit the joint in his hand.

“I was actually about to head home,” you told him.

“All by yourself?” his brow furrowed, and he looked around the room for Natasha.

“It’s really not that far, and I’m almost sober.” You noticed one of the girls that had been dancing with Bucky shooting daggers at you across the room.

“I can’t let you walk home by yourself. Give me one minute, and I’ll come with you,” Bucky decided, and he disappeared into the crowd. A minute or so later, he was back, joint still in his hand.

“You can’t seriously think I’m going to walk around campus with you while you smoke that.”

“Well, I’m not going to waste it,” he took a drag and then offered you a hit. You obliged, and then he put it out in the nearest ashtray. The walk was quiet and cold, and you started to feel that awkward feeling that always popped up when you were around Bucky.

“You don’t like me very much, do you?” he blurted out when you were about halfway home.

“What makes you think that?” your eyes were glued to the sidewalk, worried that if he saw your face, he might realize just how much you actually liked him.

“You never say hi to me when we see each other in public, and tonight I could almost feel the daggers you were shooting at me while I was dancing,” he explained.

“Well, I don’t dislike you. I don’t even really know you. I’m just a little shy.”

“You didn’t seem all that shy with that guy on the dance floor,” he joked, and your eyes shot up to see him laughing.

“Oh, shut up. I was drunk.”

“So, what I’m hearing is I just need to get you drunk, and then we can be best friends,” you gave him a playful shove at that comment. The two of you had reached your building, and then silence in the elevator was much more comfortable than the one before. The elevator reached your floor first, and you were surprised when Bucky followed you getting the elevator.

“I’m not sure how gone you are, but you don’t live on this floor, Bucky boy.”

“Just making sure you make it all the way to your room.” Before you even reached your dorm, you could hear the sounds of Steve and Natasha inside. You let out a groan while Bucky tried to contain his laughter.

“It’s not funny. Now I have to find somewhere to sit for the next hour because I refuse to witness all of that,” you complained.

“Just come upstairs with me,” Bucky offered.

“I’m sure you have other plans,” you mumbled. It was a Friday, so there was no way Bucky didn’t have some kind of plans.

“What else would I have to do?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“Not what, but who,” you retorted. Bucky was silent for a moment before he laughed again.

“Wait, are you jealous or something?” he couldn’t stop smirking.

“Oh, get over yourself.” You stormed down the hallway, trying to hide your flaming cheeks. You heard footsteps, and then his arms wrapped around you.

“If you wanted a piece of all this Doll, all you have to do is ask,” he whispered. Despite his attitude, you felt the goosebumps cover your arms with him being that close. His lips started to move over your neck, and you heard yourself moan when he found the sensitive spot below your ear. “I need to hear you ask, Doll.”

“Oh my god, you are so annoying,” you sounded breathless. Bucky started to pull away, and you turned to face him. His blue eyes felt piercing as he looked down at you. “Fine, dammit. I want you, Bucky.”

He moved so fast you didn’t even have time to react. You were pinned against the wall. One of his hands held both of your arms above your head while the other cupped your jaw. The kiss was brutal and bruising, and you had never felt anything like that before. He pulled away and smiled at you heat in his eyes.

“I want you too, Y/N.” He took your hand and rushed towards the staircase, too impatient to wait for the elevator. When the two of you reached his room, you found yourself pinned again, this time against his door, and you could feel him hard against your stomach. He pulled your shirt over your head, and your bra quickly followed. You felt his strong arms lift you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. A quick walk later and, you were thrown onto his bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, and you heard yourself make a noise that could only be described as animalistic.

You straddled him as he sat back against his headboard. Your hands raked through his short hair while he trailed kisses down your neck. He nipped your collarbone and finally attached his lips to one of your nipples. It was the perfect combination of teeth and suction, and you bit down on your lip to contain a moan.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, Doll. You haven’t even seen half of what my mouth can do.” That smirk was back on his face, and you kissed it. Trying to take back control, you reached down to feel him through his pants. He allowed it for a few seconds before flipping you over. “I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

You kicked off your shoes and socks while he pulled down your jeans and thong all at once. He turned your body so he could kneel on the ground and be level with your dripping pussy. His first touch made you watch to scream, and you heard him tease, “All of this wetness, and I’ve barely touched you. Have you thought about this before, babygirl? Thought about me while you touch yourself?”

His fingers trailed up and down your pussy lips, spreading around your wetness but not touching where you needed it most.

“Stop teasing Buck,” you whined, trying to angle your hips to get the much needed friction.

“I think I asked you a question, Doll.” At this point, his face was closer to you, and you could feel his breath slowly driving you insane.

“Fine, yes. I’ve thought about you fucking me seven ways to Sunday. You’re the person I think about when I touch myself, and you have been since the first time I saw you,” you finally admitted.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he responded and finally brought his mouth to your pussy. The assault of sensation was almost too much, and the only thing you could do was throw your head back and close your eyes. The combination of his tongue on your clit was nothing like you had ever experienced. Minute by minute, you could feel the coil in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter. Your moans were growing louder and louder, and finally, you were able to form the words, “Bucky, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”

You could feel his smirk as his fingers continued their rhythm, hitting your g spot over and over again. Finally, the dam broke, and you felt your hands fisting in his comforter as you bit your lip, trying to stay quiet. His fingers slowed as you rode through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and when you finally opened your eyes, you looked down to see him licking his lips.

He leaned over to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on his lips. Your hands found the bulge in his pants, and this time he allowed you to rub him through his pants. You had realized by this point that he liked to hear you beg, so your eyes met his, and you told him, “I want you to fuck me, Bucky. Please fuck me right now.”

He groaned, “You don’t have to tell me twice, Doll.” He stripped out of his remaining clothes and grabbed a condom from his top desk drawer while telling you, “On your hands and knees, Doll. That ass has been a distraction for months, and I wanna see it while I fuck you.”

You felt one hand on your hip while the other teased your entrance with his cock. You hadn’t gotten too good of a look at it, but from what you saw, he was a little over average in length and thick as hell. After what felt like an eternity, he slowly entered you. The stretch was a tiny bit painful at first, but the sexy kind of pain. The kind that you knew would leave you sore and remembering this for all of the next day. By the time he was fully sheathed in you, you could hear his erratic breathing behind you.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this Y/N? That first night at the bonfire, you looked over at me, and I was hooked, and then I thought you hated me. I’ve spent so many nights feeling guilty that I would jerk off to some girl that wanted nothing to do with me. Now you’re here, though, and I’m going to ruin you, ruin you for all those other guys that look at you.”

His pace was relentless, and you knew that his hands were going to leave bruises on your hips. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer as his strokes hit the same spot inside of you. You dug your face into the comforter when his hand reached around to stroke your clit.

He wanted to hear you, though, and you felt a yank at your hair as he told you, “I want to hear you Y/N. I want to hear you fall apart for me.”

So, you let him hear you. You screamed incoherent things as you fell apart for the second time that night. He pounded you through your orgasm and then quickly pulled out and flipped you over. His eyes were glassy, and he covered your body with his. Entering you again, you kissed his neck and ran your hands through his hair as he reached his own orgasm. He stayed on top of you for a few moments before you felt him pull out of you. He rolled over and got out of bed to dispose of the condom.

You had no words to describe what you were feeling. You had just experienced the best sex of your life and had Bucky Barnes tell you that he had wanted you for months. You heard Bucky cleaning up in the bathroom and figured it was time for you to leave. You forced yourself up and started to find the different articles of clothing scattered all over the floor. You had put your panties and bra on when the bathroom door opened.

“Leaving so soon?” Bucky asked. He had just a pair of boxers on, and you finally got the chance to appreciate just how beautiful his body was.

“I told Natasha I would be home, so I should go,” you responded. Bucky didn’t seem like the kind of guy who did the whole sleepover thing, so you wanted to give him an out.

“I texted Steve and told him you were here. So, you can stay if you want.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” you explained.

“Y/N, I want you to stay. Please stay,” and when he smiled at you this time, you couldn’t tell him no.

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itsbeenahellofayear · 3 years ago

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what we got, it don't come easy

Summary: Some things are easy, some things aren't. It can take time to learn what is important.

Warnings: Smut. Maybe not as much as you'd expect from a story thats pretty much only about sex. Some feelings. Language.

Author's Note: It took a while to get this one across the line. The first segment has been written for weeks, but I lacked inspiration, motivation, and was a little burnt out on anything Leaf related for a little bit there. RIP 2021 season....

Thanks to all of you who kept checking in and were enthusiastic about the little snippet I posted. Kind of kicked my writing into gear today!

I crave your feedback - this is weird and disjointed and very personal in a lot of ways, so I'd love to hear what you think!

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Sex with Auston is easy - that's never been the issue between you.

This thing started with sex - you connected on tinder, got to talking for a couple of days, then went out for drinks.... That wound up with him in your bed, having arguably the best sex of your life.

That first night, lying hot and sweaty and completely satiated, you'd be lying if the thought didn't cross your mind that you could do this for the rest of your life.

It was that good.

You don't keep a list of things to try, but you kind of keep a list of things to try.

Some things that make the sex with Auston so good:

He's the first guy to encourage you to use your vibrator on your clit while he's fucking you - it's not every single time - sometimes coordination isn't possible when he's fucking into you so good but those times when he's pressing deep into you, hands on your breasts, grip firm just the way you like, and you've just got your vibe pressed to your clit on a low setting and you just shake apart.... Those are good times.

His dick is huge. Like he's big to start, but then he grows. It honestly took a bit of work to find angles that didn't have him ramming your cervix each time, but once you did... He fills you up so good.

He loves to eat you out. You've had your fair share of mediocre oral, but there's something about the way he just goes for it, lets you twist your fingers in his too long hair, makes these little noises into you, that just really does it for you. He'll open you up with his thumbs and just dive his tongue deep inside of you, then move up and basically caress your clit with his tongue. If you're honest you can't even fathom what he's actually doing, it just feels insane.

He lets you ride his face. Now, it's not an every time thing, mostly because if you're going to expend energy on riding him, really what you want is his cock buried inside your aching slit. But sometimes, he'll settle himself on the bed, and you'll just climb on top of him, grip the headboard, and just ride.