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[argetcross]

tav questions: 4, 14, 25, 29 🐸

4: If your Tav was a companion, where would they be found?

If you meet Keres in Baldur's Gate, she's absolutely having a throwdown with Gortash's Steel Watch because they're trying to take over her house (a house she very proudly bought with her own money, far away from her terrible, Draconic blood-obsessed extended noble family) under the pretext she's sheltering traitors.

I mean she was sheltering Harpers but that's beside the point. They want to fuck with her home with her crystal collection and her carefully curated oil paintings of her favorite adventurers? She's gonna burn them to bits.

14: What hobbies does your Tav have?

When Keres lived in Baldur's Gate, she used to go to social events hosted by the the local collective of Wizards because she really didn't want to become the snooty Sorcerer her extended family wanted her to be. However, those gatherings always turned into a bit of "I don't really understand what you're saying about the theory of the integral of the weave, however, I think if you just do this, you'll hack together this spell you're describing."

Keres no longer goes to Wizard Club.

In her spare time when not wrangling the tadpole crew, she loves writing terrible, terrible songs, drinking wine and watching the moon, and dreaming of flying all across the world.

25: What arcana major best represents your Tav?

I only really know Arcana from Persona, but I'm gonna go with the Chariot! Carrying the team's leadership mostly out of sheer, bullish determination as opposed to outright skill. She's suppressed her powers most of her life, too angry and ashamed of having her life dictated by her blood. But traveling with people like Lae'zel and Astarion, she finds that power used for certain ends and to overcome your enemies is actually extremely rewarding.

29: Does your Tav want to utilize the tadpole powers or not?

Keres has a natural aversion to authority figures (comes with the territory of being a half-elf in a family of pureblooded elves and a snooty sorc family to boot) so she was slow to trust her Guardian, let alone consume any more tadpoles.

That being said, the more desperate the journey has been, the more scared she is to lose everyone and everything she cares about, so sometimes she wonders if there would come a time when she doesn't care about the means anymore, if it means to secure the end.

(Link to the ask meme!)

[eoieopda]

🙏🏻 This is my first time submitting a request because I can’t stop imagining Dino helping his drunk BFF home while secretly being in love with her 🧎🏼‍♀️Please if you have time!

superpower

summary: not all heroes wear capes, but chan would probably do so if you asked. pairing: lee chan x reader type: drabble genre: fluff au: friends to ?, pining word count: 1.4k (oops) rating: pg15 — still, minors do not have my consent to interact. cw: alcohol/drunkenness, obvi; no pronouns or gendered language is used for reader. a/n: not even remotely proofread (double oops), but i still love this down-bad doofus, so i hope you do, too!

“I’m not saying I have superpowers, but I’m not not saying it.”

Your eyes are blinking a little more slowly than usual, but the unimpressed look you fire off at Chan can’t be missed.

“Can you just —” A hiccup cuts your question in half. You frown with your whole face just to make it clear how serious you are. “Hold my hand? It’s wobbly.”

Chan knows you’re referring to the sidewalk — where you stand and sway along to music that isn’t playing — but that description fits his knees, too. 

He hopes you’re too busy pouting at him to see him furiously wipe his palms against his jeans, afraid you’ll clock how nervous you make him. You start to lean a bit too heavily to one side for his liking, though; and he thinks it’s safe to bet that you’re not noticing much of anything.

That settles it.

The second he envelopes your hand in his, you take it a step further, tugging him close enough that you can slot yourself under his arm.

“Smell nice,” you mumble from his side. “‘s that the new stuff? From the place?”

Now, Chan is the one that’s blinking slowly. He was as drunk as you were until you needed him, and despite his sobering up on a dime — which is a superpower, thank you very much — his processing speed is lagging. You nudge him with your elbow, as if that’ll make what you just said make sense.

“Ahhh!” He plays along, making a big show of realizing things. “Yes, that place. By the thing, right?”

You nod. “Exactly.” 

Behind you both, the Uber that dumped you back at your place pulls away from the curb. Three beats later, you tilt your head and cheer “goodbye” at a long-gone Kia. He feels his heart swell three sizes in chest.

“You like it?” He redirects you because he’s a little bit greedy for your praise — and also because he bought this cologne with the hope that you’d compliment it. Chuckling, he notes, “Considering how much I’m propping you up right now, you’ll probably end up smelling like me.”

When you smile and mutter, “Good,” Chan suddenly feels weightless.

It takes some concentrated effort, but he manages to guide you up the front steps to your apartment building. It takes significant concentrated effort to corral you into the elevator once you clear the threshold. You would’ve spent your night talking the doorman’s ear off, otherwise, providing a dramatic retelling of every single step you took over the last few hours. It takes everything Chan has not to laugh at the relieved sigh he gets in thanks for intervening, although it’s hardly altruistic to want your rambling to himself.

Surrounded by the metallic walls of the elevator car, you point to your joint reflection and muse, “Someone’s awful smiley this evening.”

Chan makes eye contact without having to tilt his head. His brain works overtime to churn out a response that isn’t self-incriminating. Unfortunately for him, the only thought ricocheting around his brain relates to how cute you look, nestled into him.

With a ding, your reflection is gone. The moment goes with it, and without a barrier in front, so do you, like a bat out of hell.

“Oh, my god,” you wail when your apartment door comes into view. “I thought I’d never see you again!”

Chan chases after you, arriving embarrassingly out-of-breath — and more than a little fond — just in time to watch you wrestle your keys out of your pocket. They clatter to the floor the second they’re free. You groan, bereft at the loss.

“Stay here,” he says firmly with a finger pointed because he knows you, knows you’ll take one or both of you out of commission if you don’t heed his warning. 

Your eyes cross a little bit as you stare down the barrel of it, but you listen, thankfully; and he’s able to pick up your slack without anyone receiving a concussion. He’s able to usher you into your own home without further incident, too.

Once again: superpowers.

The task of kicking your shoes off is apparently too much to ask of you, so you wander off to your bedroom without even trying. His Nikes are discarded so hurriedly that they barely hit your mat by the time he takes off behind you. The second he catches up, he wins the pleasure of watching you flop backwards onto your mattress.

Funny, he thinks. His heart makes a similar thwump when you smile at him the way you are right now.

Gesturing to the feet dangling off the edge of your bed, he laughs. “Can I please help you?”

You shoot him with dual-wielded finger guns. He takes that as a “yes, please,” and gets to work on the triple knots you managed to install in your laces.

“Chan?”

He hums in acknowledgment without looking up, too confounded by your drunken rope-work to take his eyes off his fingers.

Were you a sailor in a past life?

A little louder and a lot more pathetically, you whine, “Chan,” adding several seconds’ worth of the vowel sound in the process.

Chan has no option but to look up at you. As far as he’s concerned, he’s got no choice but to smile with all of his teeth, too. “You rang?”

“You’re so nice.” It’s supposed to be a whisper, he suspects, but it sounds much more like a shout. “How?”

His bemused snort is disguised by the sound of your right shoe hitting the floor.

“I mean it!” You laugh — as if he’d ever doubt you — and smack your palms against your duvet for emphasis. “Like, hello? Good boy alert!”

That — well, that does something to Chan that he’s not willing to unpack right now. Instead, he shucks off your other shoe, bites back his smile, and sits back on his heels.

For a minute, the two of you stay that way: you gazing at him, him gazing right back at you. In every second that slips by in comfortable silence, he works to convince himself that the twinkle in your eye is a byproduct of the shots you took, nothing more. You’re smiling at him like that because you won’t have to sleep in your shoes tonight.

Right?

You nibble thoughtfully on your lower lip before your smile turns sheepish. “Chan?”

He’s not thinking that an angel gets its wings whenever you say his name, but he’s not not thinking that.

“The one and only,” he says with a nod, and he only cringes a tiny bit at his words, after the fact.

Whatever you want to say next seems to be stuck on its way out. In fact, you open and close your mouth twice to no avail. Patience is a virtue, and you are divine, so he waits there — on his knees, no less — and lets you take the lead. Your eyes flick from his face to the fidgeting fingers in your lap, then to the blank space at your side.

“It’s cold out,” you finally declare.

It’s July, but that’s neither here nor there.

“You shouldn’t have to walk home in this weather.”

The sky simply couldn’t be clearer, but Chan would take your word for it if you said that it was green.

“Maybe you should stay.”

He tries not to let the giddiness overtake him. Really, he does. He attempts to shrug nonchalantly, but it's more of a shiver than anything else, and he’s scrambling to his feet before he can chide himself for it.

You laugh — with your whole chest, no less — when he leaps into the spot beside you, settling flat on his back and grinning up at the ceiling. You’re still giggling when you mimic his graceless movements, still beaming when you turn your head to look at him. The air still feels electric, somehow, even after the laughter peters off.

A few moments pass, probably. He doesn’t notice them on their way out.

In a whisper that actually is a whisper, you say his name again, and it kicks off that wild thwump inside his chest.

“Yes?” He responds, much more quietly than his pulse in his ears.

You tug gently at the pillow under his head to draw attention to it. “You’ll probably end up smelling like me now.”

[kstaki]

Honestly…I expect to cry a lot today but I didn’t cry too much. Although surprised surprised who able to hold back their tears 😭 well the cast. (I still cry a bit at certain scene)

Anyway I probably ramble first (although I think people might have watch it live so it better you watch it instead I just say stuff that stand out for me)

The last show was just full of surprises I swear.

First show was just asking questions to four of them then they have a little story Kamejin, Desnarak and Gerojim. Song: Kaguragi Himeno & Jeramie.

Anyway Gerojim & Kuroda were the aide for Osaka they appear for 18 & 19 (first & third show)

Second show were the aide AND IT WAS AMAZING I LOVE IT.

Especially when they were handing over the OhgerCalibur to their Kings (I CRIED IT WAS BEAUTIFUL) I want to see again…for the story. Best version for the story.

They were also ask questions & they each have their turns to say thanks to their Kings. Duga short of tease Racules but ultimately turns to Gira. Then Racules & Kaguragi were fighting against who Suzume will choose. Then Suzume tease it to be Kaguragi who thought he won only to add in Racules. (He fell to the ground flat in defeat but accepted both of them) But the moment each Aide & Suzume say their thanks ahhhh it tearful.

The extra was a scene where they were trying to decide the position for the seating for the submit. It was hilarious because all of them but Gerojim & Kuroda were fighting on it. (Both of them save the day by quietly choosing the position)

Song: Rita Yanma Gira

Also for Iko Marina & Boshimar to be in audience in second show ahhhhh. (I was sitting nearby Boshimar so could see him) Racules call out to him at the end while Rita did for Iko Marina. Then when she was leaving I managed to wave at her since she took the exit where I was. Ahhh she had a Moffun with her that she use to wave back to us heh. Even saw Matsumoto up close when he was in the hallway not sure why but he was escorted by the staff.

Third show was the best

ANYWAY GIRA FIRST BROKE WHEN HE HAD TO SAY HIS LAST LINE FOR THE STORY! He cried first or choke up.

While Jeramie was doing his narration to end the story usually the King plus Racules step aside to do like a game almost like Janken it cute…

They were sort of comforting Gira though Rita & Racules stand out. Since Rita sort of roughly grab his shoulder and gave squeeze? I think while Racules just pat his head.

Act 2 start they did their usual dance then add in their suit actors and then went down stage to walk around to greet everyone. Later the rest of them appear out from one entrances to greet everyone. Himeno & Rita did a heart!

They had like some question asked. The cast had to watch themselves they had to refer themselves as character not themselves 😂 then Gira did his Midori screen again 😂

The concert was all their songs so each took turn to perform.

Also the best part I love it.

They had message from their Suit actors ( their partner in the show) then Producer Omori-San! Who I swear use a lot of King-Ohger references even say since he left Toei he couldn’t be there so this was message instead.

Thennnn they had extra guests appearance namely Minato-Sensei & Kamihoriuchi-San who gave flower to Jeramie. Along with the aides and Suzume gave flowers to their respective Kings. Kanzaki-San(Kuroda-San actor (not voice)) was there to give to Kaguragi while Suzume gave to Racules. (Kanzaki-San apparently did bear hug to Kaguragi)

They were all wearing the black FLT shirt.

Perfect.

So while they were giving their final message only Racules, Jeramie (especially), Kaguragi, Himeno & Gira (a bit) were having issue trying to say it. Yanma & Rita were too professional…

So yeah.

Honestly I don’t know what to feel I should be sad it really end but I don’t know what to feel…maybe because I still got some more Kingohger stuff to go to?

Oh some sides notes five carefully selected performances from Shizuoka to Fukuoka will be released exclusively on TTFC (I think Fukuoka one would be Rittan one hopefully)

Then if I remember correctly 20th tmr onward Racules & Suzume’s costume will appear at the exhibition? (I went earlier and it was really just too small the last part was jam packed since there a video that people want to watch might say about it later?)

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - part 2

Chapter 7

I awaken to the excruciating brightness of the sun beaming in my face, and I’m astounded that it’s already morning. I did sleep better than I thought I would though, despite these crucial circumstances. It still feels incongruous to wake up without my wife by my side, and a feeling of emptiness is still within me as I realize it’s been a full day since I’ve seen my daughter. I miss Emmy. I miss my baby girl. Oh, to see Jenevelle and hold her against my chest while I lie in bed with her mother… That’s the ideal day I enjoy.

“Let’s go, go, go!” Karlach shouts enthusiastically. It appears she’s more than confident we will destroy these Bhaalists, and I sure hope she’s correct if that’s the case. We finish eating our breakfast rather rapidly and pack up our tents to scurry off to our dreaded destination. It still feels unreal adventuring, and I never pictured us doing it again, that’s for sure. We make our way to the rugged dirt path, and I notice the city just straight ahead, though it appears we still have a few miles left until we arrive, so roughly an hour or two. Maybe even three, depending on if any horrifying events occur along the way.

“Say, Halsin, where are your children while you’re away?” Wyll inquires.

“Ah. Well, between Arabella containing the shadow weave, Thaniel and Oliver having extreme powers, and the Owlbear… They will be alright. Yenna is greatly protected, thank Silvanus. The kids will be alright. Besides, they are under extreme protection by the fellow druids in the area, who are also guarding the shack we live in so they won’t be touched.”

“Ah, a man of strategy. Good planning, I must say.” Wyll and Karlach are holding hands as we continue our travels on the road. Their fearlessness is admirable, I must say. To stay positive in a dire situation must be comforting, though they’re used to fighting in Avernus so this must be nothing to them. While I am not afraid myself, I do worry about the future of our friends and my mother’s life. She has no protection, and she also hasn’t written to me in over a month, which is not like her at all. I hope she’s doing okay.

I begin to feel an unusual sensation, one that I’m unfamiliar with. I can sense a horrible presence or event that’s about to occur, and it’s rather unsettling to the nerves. No sign of anyone is nearby though, but that wouldn’t be the first time we’ve been spied on.

“Anyone else feel like they’re being watched?” I question suspiciously.

“You are most certainly not alone,” Astarion answers, eyeballing the area around us. The sound of knives clashing together is replaying in my head and it’s making me uncomfortable; and I have no control of these thoughts.

“Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhhh!” A maniacal laughter can be heard within these thoughts, though it sounds distant…but the laugh sounds familiar. Orin, maybe? Even though she’s been deceased for quite sometime?

“Murder…murder…death…” Another voice whispers nearby, and it lingers for a moment like an echo.

“Someone – no, multiple people – are close to us, and we aren’t even at Baldur’s Gate. They’re leaving the city,” Wyll warns us. “We need to hurry.” As we try to bolt our way toward the city, a bunch of Bhaal assassins reveal themselves from their shrouds, exposing themselves from invisibility. They’re all dressed in black robes, and a crimson aura seems to be surrounding their bodies as they appear.

“Oh, how lovely,” Astarion says sarcastically, slowly pulling out one of his daggers from his pants. “Just what we needed.” One of the five assassins steps out in front of the others, approaching us with a grim smile on his face and wiping his bloody hand on his robe.

“Bow. Submit. Let us carve your flesh like raw meat. Give in to the temptation of darkness. Give in to the Lord drinking the chalice of your blood. Let us absorb in the aroma of your rotting skin, fueling our thirst for more. There’s only five of you. Much more awaits at the temple, begging for your deaths.” His voice is baritone, holding intense eye contact with me as he speaks these dark words.

“Step back,” Wyll murmurs. As we step back, he casts Hunger of Hadar on the assassins, damaging at least three of the five of those bloodthirsty murderers. Karlach charges at the other two that weren’t damaging, bashing her warhammer into their skulls. One of them perishes, but luckily the other is close to death, so she swings at him once more. One of the assassins escapes the cloud from Wyll’s spell, coming at me with his rusty, bloody knife. He’s trying to aim for my heart but I cast “Disintegrate” which causes him to die immediately before he could even lay a hand on my body.

“Only two left to go, hell yeah!” Karlach shouts, jumping around to keep her energy flowing within her. “Let’s crush these fuckers’ skulls!” Astarion shoots his bow at one of the assassins, but unfortunately misses.

“Damn it all, let me try again. Shithead won’t sit still,” he mutters, then aims the bow directly into the man’s brain, killing him instantly.

“You’re only pleasing our murder Lord!” Astarion laughs at the man’s comment, who doesn’t seem to be fully aware how Bhaal’s plan works.

“You have to be the one to kill, not us, you ignorant fool.” As the assassin tries to charge back at Astarion, Halsin casts ‘moonlight’ and I use ‘Magic Missile’ to finish him off, leading him to meet his Lord, where I’m sure some sort of judgment will be passed.

Silence occurs for just a few moments as everyone tries to catch their breath, and I’m over here just coming to terms that the entire situation we dealt with was nothing compared to what’s to come next.

“Well, we killed those guys off. Five Bhaalists. That’s a win, right?” Karlach comments. Five is better than none, but unfortunately there’s hundreds – if not thousands – of them lurking around and ready to strike. Who knows how many we can stop?

“It may be a win, sweetheart, but brace yourself. That’s nothing compared to what’s ahead,” Wyll responds, rubbing her back as they take a breath from the intense yet quick fight. At least they weren’t too challenging to destroy. If you’re going to be a villain, never approach your victims by talking, just strike from behind. Alas, it seems common sense lacks tremendously nowadays.

The city is just a few feet ahead but it appears much more calm than I anticipated. I hope it’s because no one is fully aware of what’s going on and not because of the endless murders. How many people here have passed?

“Well, nothing is on fire, so that’s a good sign.” Oh Karlach. Always trying to find the positive in everything, a trait I wish I had.

“Everyone seems to be acting like everything is fine, what’s–” Before Wyll could finish his sentence, loud shrieks of horror can be heard closer to Wyrm’s Crossing…and we’re all the way in Rivington. We all look at each other with sheer panic, and simultaneously mutter “Shit.” As the shriek shakes the city, most people are scurrying inside their homes or the nearest buildings they can find, while others are caving into their curiosity and head toward the screams.

We fast travel using the portal in the wall and find ourselves at Wyrm’s Crossing, where there is a thick trail of slimy blood on the cobblestone path next to the castle and bloody handprints painted on the walls. All of this blood appears to be of a fresh kill.

“We made it too late to save them,” I mumble, then sigh. I try not to feel defeated, but we could’ve prevented it if we made it much sooner. Then again, so many lives have been taken the past few days I’m sure. Nothing we really could have done.

The rotten stench of death is overwhelming, yet all too familiar. It has been ages since I’ve had to witness the sight of this much gore, and I sure as hell did not miss it. The odor brings back horrid memories I do not want to remember, mostly ones involving Orin. The bodies we’ve found on our adventures because of her doing. Lack of heads. Lack of limbs. Blood painted on the walls. Body parts scattered around on the floor. I actually gag as the smell lingers, becoming poor potent as we walk down the path to the Basilisk Gate.

“Oh good Gods! Even Avernus didn’t reek this bad. The worst it got was the smell of sulphur,” Karlach says, then proceeds to make a gagging sound. “Blech!”

“I couldn’t agree more. This rancid odor makes changing dirty diapers a walk in the park,” I respond, holding my hands over my nose. It’s true though. I thought I’d be so accustomed to the gore that even being away from it for so long, it wouldn’t bother me. Boy, was I incorrect.

As we meet the bridge that leads to the Basilisk Gate part of the city, we notice an even larger pool of blood with a couple bones scattered on the ground within it.

“Damn, poor soul,” Wyll says with a sigh. “This one got torn to shreds.”

“The piece of clothing next to the bones looks to be of one of the cultists,” Halsin adds. “This one doesnt’ look to be a bystander.”

“Have they started killing each other now? The fuck is going on?” Astarion murmurs in pure horror as we stare at the puddle in front of us. Whatever is happening, it’s not getting better.

[onejellyfishplease]

Heyy! I'm the person who submitted Porcutello(Porcupine Donatello) if ya don't remember. Thank you so much for drawing it as it looks gorgeous to me, I love the quill colors!! I do question about how he would try to hide his new quills that travel from his shell to tail which had also gotten longer! :3

Ahhh thank you!! and thanks for submitting the porcupine idea! it really got the creative juices flowing!

and about hiding these new transformations... yeah i dont think that its possible for this one. the spines are too big.

theyre all finding out immediately lol.

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[sovonight]

Hello! ;w; I hope it's okay I ask you a question about uhh making an acrylic standee! I don't know if you've made one before but you're much more experienced with Making Things than I am, and I was wondering if you had any tips on like... how to submit the artwork to a manufacturer? I am considering Vograce since I wouldn't have to use a template and they're the cheapest option in terms of the actual product (RIP shipping costs) but I don't rly know how to like, send the artwork to them... I tried reading the instructions and I'm a bit lost.

I wanted to try Zapcreatives as well since their MOQ is just 1 instead of Vograce's 3, but I don't know how to navigate their template. I'm just, very bad with written instructions since I'm more of a visual learner, and I haven't found any video tutorials online and I was just wondering if you had any tips on how to submit art to either of these manufacturers even if it's not a standee, like just in general? Ahhh sorry if this was messy. You totally don't have to respond btw thank you so much for taking the time to read <3

if it's your first time, i think zap is easier to work with! they offer free file setup so you don't need to figure out their templates, and you can just tell them where you want everything to go. if you do want to try file setup yourself, it seems like this is roughly what they'd want you to provide:

in zap’s upright template, they have artwork 1A/1B to 3A/3B because they’re giving you extra layers in case you want to have up to 3 upright pieces on the same base. if you have just one upright piece, you can just focus on white 1, artwork 1A, artwork 1B, and cut 1. if you’re printing one-sided, you can discard artwork 1B. the white layer will just be a copy of the art layer, but just filled with black.

if you want to go with vograce, the setup above should still be fine. zap gives you a little shape to represent the stand tab, but honestly you could just draw a rectangle there or some other mark when working with vograce/other manus. when you mark the tab, you just need to mark the location of it, keep it on a separate layer from the cutline, and name the layer as a tab. there’s no need to try to draw the tab accurately, since the manu works with vectors and doesn’t use your cutlines & tabs directly. they convert your raster cutline to vector, and add on their own tab/hole template to the location you specify.

but really, don’t worry too much! everyone makes mistakes with their files, esp when starting out. if you get anything wrong, the rep will usually contact you with the issue and ask you to revise your files.

[naffeclipse]

(Warning! Discussing CS The Episode Bedeviling Bodies Part 3 parts, if someone does not read it yet)

Thank you for the angst Naff🥹😭💔🔥💞

It was heart ripping, but the tension!♡ I really enjoyed torturing myself with this part :,D your writing skills always amaze me♡ you are such a big inspiration for me🥺💞

It is interesting that Vanessa is just the same as before the posession🤔 it would be such an interesting topic, what happens with the mind, that got possessed, so when the yn part came, I was like :0 wow! You wrote it so well!!!

You dropped this queen: 👑♡

I am just imagine what if the boys find yn and they can't do anything about it, so they have to submit to the "bunny" (I don't know if I could call it Afton, so I will just go with bunny and "it"😅) and follow them along as a servart, because they still care about yn too much, they just can't abandon them, even in this stage. And Vanessa do the same, and help provide for the "bunny", to keep yn's body safe at least...waiting for an opportunity to exorcise the bunny, working together with Eclipse but being for years alongside the bunny...

To make the situation worse, the bunny literally just have to stick on themself the spell, that contains the demon in the vessel, which yn already has in the pocket or backpack...🤔🤔and so it would be more difficult to just peel it out of yn...

I guess Eclipse cannot pull that paper away, because they are a cryptid too, ...buuut maybe Vanessa...

But there is also a possibility, that if Vanessa and Eclipse work together,and Eclipse will hold the bunny/yn down, and pervent it from escaping, till Vanessa read the exorcist verse, they could win... but if Eclipse is also there, the question is: will it affect the boys too? Probably yes, and they probably know they will die with the bunny, if Vanessa finish the exorcism, and I see the boys deciding to do it anyway, if it means that YN will be safe and themself again, even without them. And I see them blame themself for this bunny situation in the first place, so this decision would feel like them like kind of a redemption🥺

And when yn wakes up, and Vanessa embrace them into a big hug and cry on their shoulder, they would be so confused, what just happened, and the hurt, I imagine, when they realise Eclipse died with the bunny to save them... :,)

This is the worst ending possible that I see...so I hope you have something else in your pocket, because I spiraled into this rabbithole of angst, and I don't know how to get out of it...

Maybe sending Eclipse away, distracting the bunny, and Vanessa exorcising it can work??... please give me hope Naff :,) because I literally cannot see how yn and Eclipse both could survive this situation, and why would the bunny decide to go back into Vanessa, when it just got the best vessel with a free cryptid protector to it... literally "posess one, get 2"😭😭🤌 or if we count Vanessa then "get 3"

I promise it won't be a sad ending, but I am eyeing your theories so hard rn hehe I won't say anymore!

Ahhh, thank you so much for reading! ♥

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HGSN 14 (1-2)

I did 14-3 earlier

Rough translation by me

14-1

Raw chapter

P1

(sfx: frogs croaking)

(sfx: insect chirping)

P2

Takeda: You'd better not make any funny moves while I've got my eye on you...

Tanaka: Yes, of course not.

Takeda: ... you said you can make a barrier or whatnot right? Can't you put some up in the village?

Tanaka: Ahhh, you mean the one on Mikasa's shrine

Tanaka: In order to make one of those, one of my organs gets taken. I can't make as many as I please.

Takeda: Or- Organs?

P3

Tanaka: I don't have the slightest hint of a sixth sense or anything, heh, so this is how I do things

Tanaka: It's much more powerful than the way the company recommends too

Takeda: Is that mark from that as well?

Tanaka: Yeah, that's right. It was "taken" in my line of work. Sometimes it grows bigger, but its fine

Takeda: ...

Tanaka: Ah! Here it is.

P4

Takeda: Some kind of hokora...?

(sfx: stomp)

Tanaka:  Hey! hey!

P5

Takeda: !?

Takeda: What the hell are you doing, you bastard!

Mouse: Squeak!

Tanaka: Looks like its still underneath here.

(sfx: rummage)

(sfx: shing)

P6

Takeda: !!

(sfx : slice)

(sfx: ding-a-ling)

(sfx: squeeze)

P7

(sfx: toss)

Takeda: Wha...what are you doing?

Tanaka: This is a hunting dog

Tanaka: That thing, you call it "Nounuki-sama" here?

Tanaka: We're going to have the thing in here hunt it down

Tanaka: This kind of "impurity" should tend to move towards it.

P8

Takeda: "Tanaka"...

Takeda: I can't imagine he'll be any good for the village... one day...

Takeda: ...

Takeda: ... But, does some part of me want that?

14-2

Raw chapter

P1

(sfx: cicada noises)

(sfx: players shouting - "Hey!" "Let's get started" "Okay~")

Tezuka: Oh my, Tsujinaka-kun?

P2

Yoshiki: Ms. Tezuka

Tezuka: I see you're not in the study room today. It's rare to see you doing club activities.

Yoshiki: Most of the people in the photography club are members in name only...

Yoshiki: Someone just happened to ask me to help out today

Tezuka: Oh, I see, that's a shame, I liked the photo you submitted to the culture festival last year

Tezuka: The one you took of that church

Yoshiki: Oh... Thank you very much.

P3

Yoshiki: Now that you mention it, there are a lot of churches here. Isn't that unusual for such a rural town?

Tezuka: Ah-, well about that...

Tezuka: The area around here is where persecuted Christians fled during the Edo Period

Tezuka: That's why there are old churches here. They're still active today.

(sfx: cicada noises)

Yoshiki: Huh...

Yoshiki: Oh... so Mr. Kameyama's family is also one of them

Yoshiki: Huh? But why weren't they persecuted here?

Tezuka: I wonder? I've heard it was difficult for the feudal lords to interfere here, maybe that's why?

Tezuka: It's true that it was a place with religious activity, historically speaking

P4

A place difficult for the feudal lords to interfere with...

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(fireworks package: Ultimate★Sparkler★Demon King - Extra Large!!)

Maki: "Ultimate★Sparkler★Demon King!" "Super Sweet Fun!"

Maki: I want to do this one!

P5

Yuuki: Hikaru's place is so big

Asako: Yeah

Hikaru: Is it?

(sfx: windchime ringing)

Yoshiki: You guys must have had a hard time coming all the way out here to sleep over

Maki: Well, its the weekend and our parents drove, so its no problem at all!

Yuuki: Ah, Hikaru, do you have a hairdryer?

Hikaru: You can use my mom's.

Hikaru: Yoshiki, can you grab one of the games from my room?

Yoshiki: Is "Nashitetsu" okay?

Hikaru: Yeah

P6

(sfx: slide)

P7

(sfx: floor creaking)

Yoshiki: Nothing's changed

(sfx: thump)

Yoshiki: This hat... I've seen it somewhere before...

(hat: Matsushima Lumbermill)

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So we should be up-to-date with the current release now. I'll do future chapters as time allows.

Feel free to let me know of any errors or ask any questions...

[fanficapologist]

Hi, I’m the anon who sent a question about the cheating theme.

thank you sooooooo much for answering back - I really appreciated it. I love your series and have really enjoyed reading it.

im so happy to hear Aemond is not going to cheat because he is loyal and wouldn’t want to do it. And isn’t going to be swayed so easily. I can’t help being drawn to him. There is a darkness there but a softness too and I liked how you described how the reader doesn’t mind knowing that he has this power over her. As strong as she is, she’s willing to submit to him in the bedroom - I know I would too.

the fact that cheating won’t be a theme made me sooo happy because it’s heartbreaking when it comes up especially as they have worked so hard to get to this place and like you said, why would he ruin that??

I’m super intrigued about Alys and wonder what her role will be? Can I ask if the reader will suspect he has cheated on her with Alys or will Aemond make it very clear to her how he feels about her so she will have no doubt? Will it be just Alys being Alys and wanting to cement her role through her ‘visions’? Lol 😝

this last chapter and the interaction between Aemond and reader was #swoon!!! He was so sexy in this dark, measured and smouldering way! Just brilliant. Can I ask what are his feelings towards her? Is he attracted to her? Does he love her? Has he always wanted to be married to her? cannot wait for more smut!!

it also felt like he didn’t want to be parted from her. The way you described Aemond waiting for her was something out of a novel!! It was just soooo sexy and brilliant - I could see it in my head - loved that!! There is so much sexual tension between them both.

loved this sooo much! You are awesome!! 💕💕

I’m so glad you’re following along!

With the way my writing is, Alys was to Aemond was Melisandre was to Stannis is GoT, but once Maera was betrothed to him, Aemond definitely only focussed on her. Ahhh I wish I could say more but I don’t want to spoil things! There will be no cheating no betrayal but Maera will definitely not be happy with Aemond’s involvement with Alys.

Im so glad you enjoyed the last chapter and don’t worry more smut is coming! It’s my first time writing with smut and sexual tension and to hear I’m doing an ok job keeps me going 😅

I can’t wait to hear what you think about more chapters! 🖤

[spookyserenades]

Ahhh so !!! Thank you for submitting your theories and reading Trouvaille, I’m so excited to discuss everything with you!

MC’s reoccurring nightmares about a creature chasing her were revealed as something she had experienced in abundance in her teenage years, when the spell she had casted to gain strengthened psychic ability had backfired due to calling on unfamiliar spirits/entities. There is that connection that many readers have made between MC’s nightmares and the sense of familiarity she finds in Namjoon’s eyes reflected in that of the creature’s in her nightmare; the color, the way they seem to stop time when she maintains eye contact with him. The question here is, was the creature MC was dreaming of Namjoon, or was it a manipulative nightmare orchestrated by the entity that has haunted her for years— perhaps setting MC up to be wary of Namjoon straight away? There is a definite air of mystery MC’s mother likes to maintain surrounding any knowledge she may have foreseen/gleaned from Tarot when it comes to MC herself and even the hybrids MC adopted. MC’s mother commented in Chapter Seven that Namjoon was always “difficult for her to get a read on”, which could also birth many theories… Perhaps, Namjoon knows a bit more about witchcraft or the occult than he is leading on.

So! Taehyung’s backstory will certainly come back around in the future, as will each hybrids’ as they are revealed in future updates; so yes, there is potential for Caleb to make an official appearance in later arcs. Taehyung, Caleb, and the other Kodiak bear hybrids he was abducted with were originally from Alaska (Kodiak, Alaska!) However, Trouvaille takes place outside of Boston, Massachusetts (think a cross between the actual town of Brookline, MA and fictional Stars Hollow from Gilmore Girls). This is where MC and the hybrids live. 

I like your theory that Namjoon may potentially become the most jealous out of all of the other hybrids! I agree with you, especially considering his already exaggerated responses towards the other hybrids paying her particular attention— Namjoon will likely have to work through his intense reactions when it comes to confronting is jealousy later on in the story. 

The way Seokjin was injured is another great mystery in Trouvaille so far! While Seokjin seems to have warmed up to MC quite well, he is probably one of the hybrids we know the least amount about so far. Perhaps it’s his personality; and he is slower to reveal personal information about himself and his recent past, especially if it got him injured. Because it was mentioned on his profile that he potentially suffered from several phobias, fire could absolutely be one of them— he was pretty twitchy in front of the bonfire in the most recent update. With time, perhaps he’ll reveal just how he got that great gash on his side when MC adopted him. Seokjin and Hoseok were amongst the first ones at Gerry’s shelter; though Yoongi was the first. Those three have known each other the longest (though, keep in mind the turnover and demands for hybrids in the Trouvaille universe— even the boys that were there the longest were likely only stuck there for a few weeks)

I think that each of the hybrids MC adopted in Trouvaille have certain emotions that the struggle to deal with due to their pasts, much like everyone else— but because they’re hybrids, they aren’t afforded the space to truly feel and process those emotions. Like you mentioned, many have them have likely had to operate in a state of survival mode; not just Namjoon who is speculated to be raised in the wilderness. 

LMAO I guess as far as if they’ve had sexual relationships prior to the adoptions, well, I’ll leave that up to the reader’s imaginations for now! These are certain things I’d like to keep under wraps for now, especially because it’s a subject that will be breached further in the future. 

I have read a few hybrid fics where “exotic” hybrid breeds are used as a status symbol! In the Trouvaille society, this was likely the case in the 80s. Fast forward to 2022, with supply barely meeting demand with domestic breeds (like Daisy, the bunny hybrid Ben and Roy adopted) because adoption fees had become so low, hybrids had become a hot commodity. But with the unpredictable and complicated behavior that came with adopting an exotic hybrid breed and the desirability increasing for hybrid hunting becoming stronger during MC’s timeline, this is why she had stumbled upon the seven of them rounded up at a seedy shelter, about to be sold to a wealthy hunter. What was once a status symbol to show off became a trophy kill, essentially, and horrifyingly. 

To lighten it up a bit (sorry for the morbid details of Trouvaille’s shitty society towards hybrids) Hoseok and Alice!!! Hoseok is definitely the most outgoing of the hybrids MC adopted, and seems to be pretty adept at flirting. Alice is certainly interested in Hoseok (how could you not be) and Hoseok doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to discourage any flirting… I guess we shall see where the cards fall in upcoming arcs and updates!

Thank you thank you thank you for sending in some of your thoughts and theories with me, and for reading and supporting Trouvaille sweetpea! <3 

Theory’s…? No just ramblings prolly

So I remember y/n getting those dream about a wolf chasing her, I assume it’s joon bc at one point she felt his eyes were familier. I don’t know why he’s chasing but I don’t think it’s to kill her considering he’s scented her and marked her. Maybe it has to do with that past entity they dealt with or a new one. Her mom seems to know something since when it came to joon she didn’t pry, but they do already know each other. You said taes backstory will come back around which is why it’s being given so early, does this mean we’ll se Caleb again, but weren’t they in Alaska. Actually I forgot where y/n lives? Where do they live? Also some joon is a dominating wolf, I feel in the future having to I guess in a sense share y/n would be the one to be the most jealous considering his animal counterparts traits and we already see that now when they’ve only known each other for like a week or so. I wonder how Jin was injured, maybe it had to do with fire or he did while needing to escape. He and hobo become friends, but did they bc they were the first ones to get there? Since non of them have ever been adopted, it must be difficult for them to understand new emotions right? Like even if there not like joon who lived in the wild they still mostly haven’t felt these warm feelings before because of all they’ve done is try to survive. Have they had sex before then, I guess they could’ve messed around in between or they could’ve been assaulted which is what a see in a lot of hybrid fics. In the trouvallie universe im surprised exotic hybrids are only used to mainly hunt for sport bc I feel like a lot of people like getting exotic pets for the right or wrong reasons mainly the rich. It was said that there’s a shortage of hybrids, but I don’t remember why. Also not hobo flirting with Alice lol, either they are into each other or their messing with y/n fr. Ok uhm I think that’s all I guess bye

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Sakusa hates that he's roommates with you. 

College was already hard enough as is, but living with you made his life even more of a hell. He was reluctant at first, but seeing you pester him about it for weeks on end made him give in. 

Oh, how he hates agreeing to you. You weren't messy, per se. You were just clumsy. And loud, obnoxious, and you stayed up late at night with loud music blasting through those godforsaken speakers.

Kiyoomi never thought that he'd be living with someone who had come to terms with his hygiene, but somehow had still found a way to annoy the crap out of him. 

You had so many annoying habits that he despised. You'd wake up early in the morning, and the bathroom you shared would be misty when he went to brush his teeth. You'd leave for your lectures after making toast and scrambled eggs, but the crumbs would be left all over the counter. When you'd come back, you wouldn't bother keeping your backpack in your room(it would just be sitting on the coffee table, and Sakusa would put it in your room for you). 

For you, however, living with Sakusa Kiyoomi(also known as 'Omi-chan' or 'Omi-Omi' by you) was heaven on Earth. He was clean, organized, and he wasn't like your previous roommate. He didn't poke his nose into your business when you came home late and did his part of the chores without question. You had to practically beg him into letting him live with you. Your previous roommate was messy and was practically an alcoholic. Sakusa had only one condition—he wanted you to be clean and organized. And you immediately agreed. 

This morning was the same; somehow you had managed to wake up after sleeping only two hours ago. As if you were working in tandem, you got out of the shower as Sakusa began brushing his teeth. 

"Your breakfast is on the table!" you yelled out before you opened the front door, "I'm leaving now, Omi-Omi!"

"Come back alive and don't call me that!" you hear, just before closing the door. A small smile played on your lips as you boarded the bus which took you to your university campus. 

The day was long for you. More assignments tended to pile up, and you were exhausted from staring at your laptop for too long without having a clue of what to type for your essay. 

When you got home, you didn't expect Sakusa to be in the kitchen, cooking ramen as he looked to the door and greeted you, "Glad to see you're not dead."

"Shut up," you mutter, throwing your backpack by the sofa as you faceplant onto the pillows. Groaning, you get up. You hear a small laugh from the kitchen that causes you to raise your eyebrows in irritation. 

"Hey, why do you get an off-day anyway?" you offendedly glare at the man who hands you a bowl of ramen before sitting down next to you. He shakes his head with that everlasting smile on his face, saying, "Because I'm an athlete and I need rest. And you, need to start putting your bag in your room or I'll hate you even more."

"You suck," you roll your eyes, slurping on your noodles as you frown at him once more. His giggles were filled with nothing but the most innocent kind of mischief, his face was relaxed and was free of stress. There was unrestrained mirth evident on his features as he kissed the top of your head and replied, "You know you love me."

"Unfortunately," you break out a smile, and somehow, the stress was gone.  

And just by looking at your childish smile, Sakusa knew that he didn't actually hate living with you. He secretly loved that you depended on him; the way you'd plop down face first onto the couch after a long day, your bag was long forgotten on the floor or on the table. 

Because as much as Sakusa Kiyoomi wanted to deny it, he loved you. And he hoped that you loved him just as much as well. 

p.s: i didn’t specify their relationship because i like seeing cy pout :D sorry not sorry cy!

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As much as Daichi loved to see you struggle beneath his larger form, submitting to him as he tears multiple orgasms from you. He also loves to make love to you, he loves to run his hands over every inch of your body, his touch gentle but somehow still sets your skin aflame.

His hips slowly rolling into yours, your legs around him as he tries to get as close to you as physically possible. You couldn’t explain the feeling if you tried, it was so overwhelming as he put so much love into every move of his hips against yours. Every kiss of your neck and shoulder as he fully absorbs himself with you, loving the way you are so speechless with his movements.

‘Feels good baby girl?’ He questions, unable to stop a low chuckle passing his lips as you just mumble in response. So fucked out just from him, not because he is completely pounding into you, but because every movement seems to hit so deep and so perfectly inside of you. As he lifts his head up to rest his forehead against yours, you catch his eyes, so dark yet a different shade to usual. They are pooled with lust, love and amazement and you find yourself so lost in them, unable to look away as you mewl and moan from the way he’s poking your special spot with every slow rutt of his cock. It's only when your eyes roll back from your orgasm hitting you hard, that you manage to break eye contact.

Daichi watches as you come undone around him, your face contorted as you ride out your intense orgasm, legs shaking around him as he continues to chase his own high. It wasn’t long before he felt his cock twitch and he was filling you to the brim with his seed, a long groan leaving his mouth as he stills inside of you, head hovering close above your own.

You couldn’t stop yourself cupping his cheek as he came down from his high causing him to look you in the eye, what once were clouded in lust now just left full of pure love and amazement for you.

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i just rewatched the Bellweather wedding for the nth time now but just now noticed, all of the witches in the wedding on their uniform have scourges on them.. except for Scylla. does this mean that she skipped basic combat training altogether? also relaized when the unit are on war college they still have room mates, their whole coven bunks together while Scylla has her own room as we see during season 1.. just wondering how it wotks for necros, dont they have a coven in war colege? a unit? or they seem to get some special treatment it seems

Ahhh... this is definitely an inconsistency that has been the topic of many many debates. How exactly is Necro training different from the "general populace"? - A few thoughts below (side note, coincidently these three all identify as Necro :D):

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@isailonships: The room on her own I'm guessing is in part because the Bellweather bootcamp time was the first time they were pre-assigned units, right? So, one assumption is all soldiers had their own barracks until these units.

Maybe Necros don't have scourges because they are perhaps a non-combat, Military occupational specialty (MOS)? They'd be brought in only after the fighting is over (to deal with the dead).

I wouldn't call it special treatment that they're alone… I'd say it's kinda lonely, no? And they're somewhat outcasts for being weird?

But, I’d definitely say they have to go Basic first. If it's anything like the real army they HAVE to, in order to get the basics [heh] down. So, Basic before they venture off into their Necro training. They need to know how to protect themselves and others around them.

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@queerscifinerd: Yes – this was the first-year conscripts were pre-assigned units. The Necro thing though has been bothering me since FOREVER and I've kinda come up with a theory about it, which is independent of whether the year the girls started was the first year of starting as units or not.

I'm pretty sure EVERYONE goes through Basic. Like not 100% but I can't really see how they would already KNOW who is Necro or not right from the get go when everyone gets to Fort Salem. For example, Scylla knows the classic windshear. Might be that that's so basic that everyone knows that. But might also be an indicator that she went through Basic. Plus, they made it pretty clear that she's a second year. Would be weird to specify that if she didn't go through Basic in my opinion.

So, based on a comment Scylla made in the Pilot: "I'm Necro. We work with the Dead. They keep us away from the general populace." I think that Necros go on a COMPLETELY different track than everyone else after Basic. If you have the affinity for Necro in Basic, my guess is you get one year of EXTRA training (the second year Scylla is in) instead of going straight to War College. And after that, they probably decide if you get into War College or get sent to the front lines. In War College, they still stay separated though I think, based on the comment Scylla made in the Pilot.

This is DEFINITELY something I hope the show will explain better at some point though.

But related to this: I wonder if Covens were made up differently before the year that our beloved Unit started. Because everyone was competing on their own. However, we know from Bridey in 1x06 that Units did in fact exist before the year the our beloved Unit started. So, what I think is that Units got introduced in War College before and the make-up of the Covens is probably the same as before (2 'units', 1 male, 1 leader). But Necros probably form their own Covens, separate from everyone else (also sidenote: it would be REALLY cool if the Necro's Covens are named after Death Goddesses!!! E.g. like Hel/Hela or Nephthys.)

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@smallfrost: Yep I agree with these two. I think Necros are just a different, independent training branch after Basic. We’ve definitely submitted this question for Q&As with the cast and Eliot before. AND THEY HAVE YET TO ANSWER!

But a thought just also occurred to me. It could be that Scylla DOES have a scourge (if she went through Basic, she had a Beltane and was likely gifted one too). Her goal in Bellweather Season was to infiltrate the wedding and her tactic was to go undercover as waitstaff, and it was already obvious she was wearing different pants. Now, We all know that Scylla is The Worst Spy in History, but wearing a scourge might have been a bit too much of a give away EVEN for our little murder nugget. I doubt the waitstaff were witches - they in fact turned out to be Camarilla so they were definitely civilians and likely a civilian catering company.

But yeah, seeing as [Necros] work with the dead, I don’t think they’d have to train with a scourge as much as other disciplines would and since it’s not needed for Necro work, they probably aren’t required to carry it with them.

Tl;dr: Necros probably just train differently after Basic due to their unique affinities and maybe we give Scylla some spy points for once!

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Sugar

Pairing: Margot Robbie x Reader

Warnings: fluff, making out, light food play, fingering, smut (18+)

Summary: Candy necklaces are meant to be eaten.

Inspired by her insta post

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“You look good enough to eat, Sugar.” You wink, pointing at the candy necklace she was wearing.

“Oh stop it,” Margot shushes you, her pale face suddenly red with embarrassment. She tries to hide the color in her cheeks by hiding behind her blonde hair. Almost immediately you push the loose strands of hair behind her ear, staring into her piercing blue eyes.

A small smile appears on your face as the both of you continue to stare at each other. Comfortable silence surrounds you, the warm sun feels delightful against your exposed skin, the green scenery behind you gave you a sense of relief.

“I love you,” you confess with a smile, your heart was beating out of your chest. You had the most beautiful woman standing in front of you with the prettiest smile on her face. Blonde strands of hair complimenting her skin beautifully, the lighter hairs were almost golden. 

“You better.” She states with a laugh.

You gasp furrowing your eyebrows, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m your fiancé.”

“Oh that’s right. Sorry I forgot.” You let out an ���ow’ when Margot pinches your arm as pay back for your little comment.

“So...” She drags out her words, causally showing off the natural uncut diamond rock resting on her ring finger before continuing. “You better love me, other wise that’ll be a big problem.”

“Ah, I see. Good thing my feelings are still the same as of two seconds ago and the moment I laid eyes on you.” You nod with a very concentrated thinking face, playing along to her little joke.

“The feeling is mutual, babe.”

“Oh thank fuck, I was sweaty thinking you got bored.” You let out a sigh of relief, playful wiping the ‘sweat’ off your forehead.

Your words cause the woman in front of you to let a loud laugh. The sound makes your heart swell with happiness. A warm feeling in your chest erupts into a hot flame.

Margot’s fingers find themselves playing with the new ring you gave her. She remembers the day you had given it to her, presenting your whole self to her, tears in your eyes as you poured your heart and soul to. Explain how much you loved and couldn’t live without her, wanted to spend the rest of your life with her.

She remembers the way her heart was beating so hard she thought she’d have to sit down and give herself some time. She couldn’t describe the feeling that ran through her bones when you kneeled in front of her and asked if she wanted to marry you. She also remembers smiling and screaming yes over and over again.

“Such sweet lips,” you praise, eyes glued to her pink, full lips that were begging to be kissed. Determined to kiss them until yours hurt you brush your nose against hers before tilting her head to the perfect angle. Your thumb brushes her bottom lip softly, watching as her lips curl up into another smile.

Leaning in to press your lips against hers, but Margot is quick to dodge your kiss. Looking like a fool with your lips puckered up and eyes closed, waiting for your lips to meet. Puckered lips turn into a frown, questioning your fiancé.

“Why?”

“Just let me- let me take a picture.” She throws her head back with a booming laugh when she sees your reaction, your lips are pressed into a straight line, bored eyes are pointed at her.

“You have ten seconds.” You demand playfully, you hands rested on her denim covered hips. Your fingers are hooked on her belt loops as you pull her body towards you, so it’s flushed against yours.

“Ten.”

Margot scrambles to type her password in, unlocking her phone. A large smile finds its way to her face as she swipes on her phone, searching for her camera app.

“Nine.”

“N-no! Wait-” she giggles, her accent has only gotten thicker during your shared quarantine. “I can’t find-”

“Eight.”

“I still can’t find my camera app!”

“Seven.”

“Got it!” You watch with a smile as your soon-to-be wife raises her phone, sending the camera a bright smile. Her thumb hovering over the small circle.

“Six.”

Snap!

Margot took a single look at the picture, her heart racing with each number you say aloud. Quickly she opens instagram, clicking the new photo. Almost ready to post and show almost 4 million people who aimlessly scroll through their feed.

“Three.”

“Ahhh! Where’s the candy emoji?!” She exclaims. You laugh at her silly attempt to find the emoji you have no idea even existed. Sensing she found what she was looking for, you count louder.

“Two!”

Her thumb hovers over the blue colored post. One click away.

“On-“ Her lips are pressed against yours, moaning softly into her mouth. Your hands squeeze her hips as your glide your tongue along her bottom lip. Margot is quick to fall under your spell, submitting to your kiss. Smirking when you can hear her whine in protest when you pull away.

“Why’d you stop?” Her swollen lips pout in annoyance, but she knew very little of the wild thoughts that ran through your head when her bottom lip stuck out.

Ignoring her question, your hands bunch up the front part of her sundress, raising it just enough to rest your hand on her thigh. Fingertips itch to sliding her underwear to the side and have her fall apart, but you hold out a little longer.

“Just want some sugar.”

She wants to question you again but falls silent when you dipped your head down to her neck. Your lips hover over her skin, the sweet smell of the hard candy resting on her neck invading your nose. Licking a wet stripe on her neck, the sugary candy grazes the tip of your tongue.

Raising your hand between her, expected to meet the soft feeling of her usual cotton panties, but no Margot felt frisky today.

“No panties?” you asked with raised eyebrows.

“Too hot.”

Chuckling at her quick response, obviously she’s getting impatient. Greedy woman she is. Your fingers are automatically soaked with her slick, soft whines are pulled from her lips as you continue to glide your fingers through her wet folds.

She shivers when she felt your teeth lightly nibble on her neck, each bite leads closer to the candy. Margot is breathing heavily now, shaking fingers play with the end of your blouse. Your teasing mouth final gets it’s hold on one of the many candies. You’re careful not to bite her pale skin. Chewing profoundly on the hard candy, drawing your attention to her pussy.

Dipping your soaked finger down to her entrance. Her knees visibly buckle when your thumb circles her clit. Maybe if you strained your ears hard enough you could hear out the soft ‘please’ Margot barely managed to let out.

As if you didn’t have enough access to her pretty neck before, she tilts her head back with a moan. Two knuckles deep in her pussy, the sundress is doing it’s best to hide your pulled out motions. Soft black material fall above your flexing wrist. Pulling away just as she got close to her orgasms, bring your fingers to your lips and lick them clean.

“So sweet.”

Shamelessly you chew on the hard candy with your glistening fingers pressed to your lips. Smirking at her glazed expression, her lips are parted as little gasps of air go in and out.

“Want some, Sugar?”

Give me Feedback

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Sky Date - Prologue

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date prologue, 云霄之约, which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Do note that you have to read this before embarking on the actual date, because it contains background information and sweet domestic bliss you wouldn't want to miss :>

[ This date was released on 14 April 2021 ]

[ Part One: A Dream About to Take Flight ]

MC: Ahhh! My life is up to me. Not. Up. To. Fate!

The small dice in my furled hand is tossed around several times. When I loosen my grip, it rolls quickly on the map -- ‘2′.

Gavin: Hahaha--

Gavin laughs, but hurriedly retracts his smile when he senses my murderous gaze.

Gavin: It’s okay, things will definitely take a favourable turn in the next round.

Sulky, I let out of a huff. I watch as he picks up the dice, casually rolling a '5′. Then, he cheerfully shifts his own plane on the map by six spaces.

[Note] In the game of Aeroplane Chess, your plane can only leave the starting point if you roll a ‘5′ of ‘6′!

MC: ...

It’s a Saturday afternoon. Gavin and I had nothing to do after eating, so we randomly grabbed a set of Aeroplane Chess from the supermarket to play. But I didn’t expect to have such a terrible gaming experience!

Although it’s been the sixth or seventh round, I just can’t the ‘6′ I need to get my plane out of the hangar. On the other hand, Gavin has always been able to get it to take flight smoothly, and very quickly reaches the goal.

MC: Gavin, with your kind of luck, there’s no need to waste it on playing games with me.

After pondering for a long while, I offer him a serious suggestion.

MC: Let’s head out to buy a lottery ticket?

Gavin: Why don’t we play something else? The paper model from last time was only half done. Since we have time today, we could get it done at one go.

At this moment, the phone on the floor beside me rings. Seeing the familiar number, I tap on the hands-free function.

Nurse: Miss MC, the physical report done at our hospital is ready. Please bring your receipt and collect it within fifteen working days.

MC: Mm, got it, thank you.

Gavin is currently storing the Aeroplane Chess pieces into the box. Hearing this conversation, he gives me a puzzled look.

Gavin: Haven’t you already gone for a physical examination this year? Are you feeling unwell?

MC: No, no. I’m using the report for the registration.

I deliberately pretend to be secretive, leaning towards him. Then, I show him the registration form that I had submitted online beforehand.

MC: I’m going to get a Private Pilot License.

-

[ Part Two: First Day of School ]

On the first day of aviation training, I set the alarm to wake me up at 6.30am. Even Gavin is stunned at the level of enthusiasm I have for learning.

Gavin: The courses for the aviation license can get pretty dry. You have to be mentally prepared.

MC: Are you referring to things like meteorology, aircraft structure, air traffic regulations?

Gavin: Mm. Aside from the exams, such knowledge is necessary for aircraft pilots.

While he speaks, he lifts his head to give me a smile.

Gavin: But they definitely won’t stump you.

After packing my things, I grab a random jacket and prepare to leave.

The classes take place in the suburbs, and it takes an hour to get there. Despite waking up early, I’d be late if I don’t hurry up.

But Gavin is clearly not too worried about this matter. He holds a slice of bread in his mouth while looking at his phone.

Gavin: Since I’m sending you there, you won’t be late. Before your first official lesson, I’ll give you a flight class.

I walk over to him, pulling up the zipper of his uniform, and also picking up the motorcycle helmet from the table.

MC: To prevent this from being a mere flash in the pan, I want to leave the joy of flight to the end of the course. But if going by land would make me late...

Gavin rolls the bread into his mouth, taking the helmet from my hand.

Gavin: No matter the route, you won’t be late. Oh yes, what class are you taking today?

-

[ Part Two, Option 1: Principles of Meteorology ]

Instructor: I’ll ask some small questions to test your foundation and see if you take note of knowledge in this area.

He opens the PowerPoint presentation, then uses a laser pointer to point at the image on the first page - it's a cumulus cloud with a flat bottom layer and a high, upward curve at the top.

Instructor: Does anyone know what this cloud is called?

MC: Cumulus congestus cloud.

Instructor: Correct. The next question - when the International Civil Aviation Organisation observes cloud volume, how many segments do they divide the sky into?

MC: It should be eight segments.

I recall that Gavin brought this up before.

Instructor: Not bad, miss. You did preparatory work beforehand, didn’t you?

MC: No no, I have a friend who has a better understanding in this area, so I was just influenced.

After saying this, chuckles drift from the surroundings. The instructor nods in understanding.

Instructor: In that case, you won’t have a problem during the exams.

MC: ...I’ll do my best.

After all, my confidence is limited when it comes to exams.

Just as I’m thinking about this, I receive a notification on my phone. Gavin has sent me an incredibly large document file.

Gavin: I don’t know how to teach, so I compiled some materials you might need for the exam.

I grip my phone, suddenly feeling like the weather is so good that it makes one carefree and relaxed.

It’s just an exam. I’ll definitely be fine.

-

[ Part Two, Option 2: Aviation Regulations Class ]

At 2pm in the afternoon, the sun shines from above. I had a full meal, so fighting against the sleeping bug is a difficult challenge.

Instructor: Before the flight, the captain has to carry out the necessary inspections of the aircraft. Until the inspections are complete, you can’t take off. This regulation is easy to understand. In fact...

When the dullness of the course matches how fine the weather is, the entire classroom gets immersed in a drowsy atmosphere.

I take a few deep breaths and pat my face... but I still feel like sleeping.

Instructor: Okay, we’ll take a 10 minute break. You students look sleepy, so go wash your faces to freshen up.

The moment he finishes speaking, the sound of heads plopping down on the tables can be heard all around.

Just as I prepare to stand up and stretch, my phone suddenly vibrates.

Delivery boy: Hello, I’ve placed your take-out at the main counter.

MC: Take-out?

But I didn’t order take-out...

While I’m puzzled, the young lady from the main counter very politely brings the item to the classroom - it’s a cup of coffee.

There’s only one simple line on the note of the take-out: Persevere for a little longer. Gavin.

I retrieve the coffee from the bag, taking a tiny slip. The instructor walks past, giving me a glance from the side.

Instructor: Are you drinking coffee or milk tea? You’re smiling so happily.

MC: Being able to swim in the ocean of knowledge is always meant to be a happy thing.

The instructor gives me an expression which says, “like I’d actually believe you”.

MC: Instructor, let’s continue with the lesson. I’m not drowsy anymore. Learning for another four hours is no problem at all!

-

[ Part Three: Being Your Co-pilot ]

Gavin: Do you want to head out for a stroll after dinner? It seems to be really cooling outside.

I’m currently taking out plates from the kitchen drawer, subconsciously craning my head to glance outside.

MC: It’s going to rain, isn’t it...

Gavin: Really? I’ll check the weather forecast. Earlier in the afternoon, Eli mentioned taking out some time to wash his car at night. I even thought today would be a good day.

I step into the living room, setting down plates on the dining table. 

MC: There are just some cumulonimbus clouds in the sky. It might not really rain.

Gavin scrolls through the real-time weather, then gives me a smile.

Gavin: It’s really going to rain.

He gets up, opening the rice cooker and scooping a full bowl of rice for me.

Gavin: At first, I even thought you’d find such theoretical knowledge boring. I didn’t think you’d learn them so earnestly. Looks like you really want to get the license.

MC: Of course. I want to be your co-pilot.

Although Gavin hasn’t even scooped rice for himself, he’s already served me a huge pile of vegetables.

Gavin: Sure. I’ll wait for the day you get your license.

Just as I’m about to talk about how assured I am about getting the license, I realise that the plate on my hand is becoming fuller and fuller. 

Before I can even voice my question, Gavin responds.

Gavin: Learning is tough. You need to eat a little more. I also bought you ice-cream. It’s in the second compartment of the freezer. I remember you mentioning that as long as you eat something delicious during difficult times, you can press on easily.

MC: ...hahaha! Mm! After having this meal, I’ll complete all my post-class homework!

-

[ Aviation Terminology Class ]

MC: Calling for the control tower. Number N8596 has arrived, and is requesting for a landing gate.

Gavin (through the phone): Number N8596, you may use aircraft Gate Number One.

Gavin’s light-hearted laughter drifts from the phone.

Gavin: Shouldn’t your class end at 7pm? It’s only 6pm.

MC: The plan was to be dismissed at 7pm, but... for some reason, those in my class were really interested in the Aviation Terminology class, so they did their preparatory work in advance. The three hour class was over in one and a half hours. The instructor said that we already grasped all the key points, so we were dismissed early. What about you? How much longer till you’re off work?

Gavin: For me... less than half an hour. You could think about what to do with this unexpectedly free hour. I remember that there’s a new dessert shop opposite the cinema.

MC: You remembered? I never even told you about it. How could you remember? Officer Gavin, you better tell me the truth. You didn’t remember it - you specially searched it up.

Gavin: Mm, I specially searched it up. I even found that there are claw machines along the shopping street on the ground level of the cinema. 

MC: Looks like what I’m going to do in the next hour has already been scheduled. 

Gavin: Wait for me at the office first. I’ll look for you once I’m done with the work on hand.

-

[ Part Four: Flight Practice ]

Today’s the first flight practice class. The instructor is sitting in the co-pilot seat, watching my every move throughout the entire journey.

I wasn't nervous at first, but each time he glances at me, I involuntary wonder if I’ve done something wrong.

In an instant, I recall the fear of taking the aviation exam...

Until the plane successfully takes flight, I keep feeling as though the thing suspending in the air isn’t the plane, but my heart.

Instructor: It’s rare for you to make a trip up here. What’s there to be nervous about? Come, lift your head and look at the sky.

At this moment, countless gripes flash across my mind: What’s so nice about the sky? I’ve seen all kinds of skies. Right now, all I want is to fly the plane...

But the moment I lift my head, I’m rendered speechless.

Instructor: How is it? The first time I saw it, I was so stunned that I couldn't speak either.

MC: It’s really beautiful.

Sunlight casts a layer of golden hue on the soft and white clouds, blending the colours of gold and crimson.

I’m unable to describe how the scenery before me makes me feel. 

It’s a feeling which... makes one feel that life has meaning.

All of a sudden, another thought surfaces in my mind: I wonder what went through Gavin’s mind when he saw such a sight for the first time.

The instructor sitting next to me glances at me from the side.

Instructor: Thinking about your boyfriend again?

MC: [blushing] ...no!

Instructor: It’s normal. Each time I’m flying, I can’t help but think of my wife. There isn’t a reason to it. It’s just a sudden thought, an involuntary reaction.

The instructor laughs as he gives me advice with a contagious smile.

Instructor: If you’re thinking about him, just do it. It’s fine. It’s a normal thing. When you see certain things, your natural reaction is to think of someone.

MC: ...Instructor, I usually can’t tell, but you’re actually quite philosophical.

I grab the joystick of the plane, watching as countless clouds drift past leisurely.

All I want to do is take a photograph of this moment for Gavin.

Date: here

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Gavin watching as I drool over the thought of Eli scrubbing his car in the rain while wearing a singlet: