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peanutpmingib · 3 years ago

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Divinity, but nothing without you

God!Juyeon x God!Eric

Word count : 4k+

watch it : angst, so much of it. literally a sliver of happiness. outcasting of child. character rebirth, rituals, gods and other beings. talk of death, burdens of immortality. character loosing grip on their existence but doesn’t care ? implied character death, open ending

summary : In his new life Juyeon becomes fascinated with eternity, time and Eric. Gods do not have acquaintances, certainly not friends, and absolutely no lovers, but Juyeon will take on every duty creation has bestowed if it's for Eric.

sorry guys this one’s rough but also my fav work yet, i hope u like it as much as i do !! < 3

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Juyeon doesn’t understand his existence.

“Woven with the stars.”

His mother had told him one day, warm smile on her face while all Juyeon could do was watch. Mouth opened as he mulled it over, well as much as an 8 year old could anyway.

He never understood growing up, why he was the way he was.

While other children of the town would galavant through mud puddles, hands sticky with sweat as they yelled empty threats to each other, Juyeon was kept close to his mother. Left to watch from the kitchen window yearning to be more than just the lonely boy they would glance at in their hurry.

His mother spent her days gently kneading dough, tending to crops. Cleaning him up after each fall from a tree top. Fussing over the bruises that would form after, only to ask how far he made it up this time.

During the night, when most people would huddle next to a fire or sit at large tables sharing a stew, they’d lay in the fields while she would point out each star. He’d sit and drink up every word. Hurriedly asking questions upon questions till his mother deemed it was time for bed. Holding his hand in her left, an oil lamp in the right, a kiss before bed. And the cycle would repeat.

It was always just him and his mother. It was all he knew. His father supposedly succumbed to illness a little after he was born, left the small farm and house for them in his death. The grave still stands in a quiet coroner of the property.

They would tend and sell their crop, occasionally adding bread and dough to the market stall. His life was built on repetition of routine, plant, tend, harvest.

Quiet and quaint they lived their lives. It was them, the farm, the small cottage made home. When he got older Juyeon was allowed to use the scythe when picking ripe crops. And a while later to set up a stand at the market all on his own.

Festivals would come and go, even if he’d be a little envious of the fathers and their children, siblings laughing amongst each other, he'd never ruin it for his mother. It was always her favorite time of year, smiling wide as she let herself walk through the market, not as a seller, but for once a part of the celebratory crowd.

His late teen years would make way for most of the work around the house. His mother was getting older, all the kneading and work that had gone to his upbringing had taken a toll on her, no longer able to lay on the fields each night. Instead they watched from soft woven chairs placed on the porch. She never failed to point out each star.

Late twenties would see the end of his life. One barely lived. He couldn’t find it in himself to cry. He supposed most people would, weep and sob, maybe even run away. But he was chosen. There was nothing else to do. The high priest would come from him at midnight, and the ceremony would begin. A blessing to the stars they called it. His mother cried, he remembers the way he held on to her shaking frame the last few hours left together. But she saw it coming. Woven with the stars she has said all those years ago. And there he was.

He wasn’t afraid of death, not to die, not to pass on. All he feared was leaving behind his mother. She said her last goodbyes, his clothes clutched in her hands, he leaned down for one last kiss to the forehead, and he was gone.

It was a sense of peaceful departure Juyeom did not expect the luxury to have.

They lead him to their temple at the heart of the town. He tried to ignore the stares of the people, all who stayed up to watch their sacrifice walk to his death, but their gazes stuck into him like thick smoke. Clogging his mind and making him itch.

In the temple they cleaned and scrubbed his skin raw, but the unease from the people earlier didn’t wash away with it. He was then in white robes, hands and feet dipped in red, and taken to a freshwater pond deep in the forest. Chants and prayers blessed upon him and then, he was submerged. Stay down. Don’t surface. Your time will come.

He doesn’t remember what happened after, possible sleep, or a coma? It didn’t feel like death. He didn’t feel like this was the end, perhaps more of a new start if anything. It was too calm for him to be at ease, but the thick water only held him tighter at the thoughts, almost feeling his being.

All too soon a hand reached for him, pulling him from the water. Juyeon didn’t sputter or cough. His exit was smooth, almost natural. The forest the same as how he’d seen it walking in.

It wasn’t the priest, not his mother who’d reached in, but a man. Dressed in nothing but a single translucent robe, hands seemingly dipped in the sun. Fabric spilling from the folds where they lay around him in one fluid motion. His gaze as golden as his skin even in the dead of night, soft smile playing on his lips.

“Come Juyeon. We have much to learn.”

So many thoughts raced through his poor mind. How did this man know his name, where is he taking him, is he truly dead? Juyeon didn’t find it in himself to speak nor question, only able to follow deeper into the forest. The chill of the night never touched him despite his damp skin and clothes. Not a single man, nor creature in their path as the man wove through the dense thicket with practiced ease.

Pond water soon came to stand before them once more. Juyeon almost believed they’d gone in an exaggerated circle, faced with the same pond he had been pulled from. But upon close gaze did he see the strange fauna dancing in the silent breeze, trees that stretched so tall their tops allowed none of his precious night to be seen.

The man stopped to glance back at Juyeon, only for a mer second, gently picking up his robes and sliding into the pond. Juyeon mimicked the movements and took a breath, trying to keep his eyes trained on the strange man. The water on impact was comfortable to his skin, welcoming Juyeon in. Crystal clear he could see what seemed to be endless water before him, even though the pond was a mere few feet wide.

The further they traveled the less footing was found, looking ahead he tried to copy the man's movements, who seemed to be floating as he landed on his own path. As the water grew darker, Juyeon was fighting to keep his breath, straining to keep himself from exhaling but the need was too strong, it escaped him in a small sigh. He braced for pain but nome ever came. An experimental inhale gave no resistance and he walked on trying to keep up.

Glimmering fish appeared as the water began to clear, scales so bright Juyeon swore they were made of starlight. As they played the dark water started to clear around them, when he looked back at the fish they looked nothing short of ordinary. Dim scales and sluggish fins.

Water rolled off them in drops as they rose to exit. The man's clothes didn’t seem to keep any of the water, dry as can be. They faced a garden, plethora of fauna to frame it. The man turned to him once more.

“You are chosen, woven with the stars. Are you aware of the weight of those words?”

Juyeon shook his head meekly.

“You are woven with the very stars themselves, and in turn chosen to watch over what they have created. While it is your duty, your fate is yours to decide. But the consequences of your actions are also yours to bear. “

Juyeon blinked. Once. Twice.

“The universe is scarce with her favorable hand, it’s been millennia since it’s last chosen. You are very special Juyeon. Fear not. There are no expectations of you. You’ll meet the others and then are free to do as you please.”

Juyeon nodded, even though he didn't understand half of what was said. Before the man could go he turned to him one last time, “I am Sangyeon. My existence is tied to the universe herself, and all of creation.”

He took his leave, not bothered to gather his robes, and soon became nothing but a wisp in Juyeons vision. Juyeon didn’t know what else to do, so he did the only thing he knew how.

Turned to gaze at the flowering forest, washing over the hues, sweet pollen. He landed on an unsuspecting patch of moss. Gathered himself gently, and laid down on the fauna. His eyes seemed to close all on their own, deep breath in, then out. His mother’s face seemed so far away. The life he once had, paled in comparison.

Jacob would gently wake him with his warm presence. With kind eyes and softer words he let Juyeon rub the sleep out of his eyes and steady himself on a tree stump. He told him to be careful with his responsibilities.

Younghoon who warned him, of what he doesn’t remember.

Jaeyhung came last. Mind somewhere far from there He wished Juyeon good luck, and to avoid getting so lost in the past.

They'd leave soon after and Juyeon slienly tucked himself back into the moss. Sleep never came no matter how hard he begged and willed for it, grabbing at anything he could reach in a furry. Why was this to be his life to live? Chained to duties he didn’t know the meaning too.

Tears fell all too fast, striking the soft moss underneath. If he wasn’t so caught up in pain he would’ve noticed the stars that glimmered in each tear, star dust covering the moss on impact. But his sobs were so broken, so guttural, they consumed him. All of creation could hear.

—

Soon Juyeon lives and learns. He is tied with the stars. As ever lasting as they are, they’re so lonely. Stuck suspended in the existence around them. But Juyeon is tied to them, fated to be as lonely as they are.

Sangyeon is much older than Juyeon used to think. The being can only be described as time itself. When he first rose from a lonely pool within the universe deep thrums of pure chaos did time breathe out. He is Keeper and Watcher of them all. While he doesn’t interfere, he spends what he knows as eternity, weaving through time.

It’s peaceful and Juyeon does what he knows best. Watching. He watches the world, the stars, the universe. He’s not sure how much time has passed, (that’s Sangyeons’ burden), but finds refuge in the same flower shrouded pool he first emerged from. In between all his exploring and traversing through planes, he always finds a way back. Back to the same field of soft moss and bright pollen. He’ll stay for a while this time.

His peaceful haze makes him witness to Sangyeon entering the pool he once guided him through. The memories of what came before his new birth is all but a distant fog.

With what feels to be a blink of an eye Sangyeon walks out with a man behind him.

Kevin.

Young, chosen and tied by the heart of the universe. Kevin is new, but she learns her place quickly. Soon fading away into her eternity. Juyeon doesn’t get to give his words of advice nor does he see her after. He sighs and busies himself one more.

In the little haven the garden has become Juyeon become witness to all who are

birthed anew.

Chanhee comes. Kicking and screaming so to speak. Bound to planets and refuses any duties, cursing the whole universe and begging to be sent back home.

“I don’t fucking want to do this! I don’t care. Please, I just want to go home.” He begs, fists pounding at anything he can reach, tearing flowers by the very root in a fury. Juyeon watches eyebrows twitching but doesn’t interfere. It’s not his place.

Jacob, who appears as quick as he can disappear, is quick to comfort him. Juyeon perks at his arrival. It’s been ages since he’s last seen the older. He doesn’t give any notice to Juyeon, instead focusing solely on Chanhee. Pressing gentle kisses to his tear stained cheeks. Watching his sobs subside to quiet sniffles. Juyeon doesn’t see much of Chanhee after that. Nor of Jacob.

Changmin joins them. Quiet with wide eyes. Unable to do so much as open his mouth. Sangyeon is long gone before he even attempts to emerge from the water. He is guided by the force that drives creation. Yet so timid with all that pulses through him. Juyeon watches him from his perch, up in a canopy top where he takes naps, and soon Changmin takes his steps out of the water, and into his new reality.

Juyeon swears for a second he sees Younghoon take the newcomer by the hand, but no one can be so sure anymore. What does Younghoon even look like? Juyeon doesn’t care to remember the trivial. He’ll do good to remember he used to have a mother who loved him so.

Others pass by but Juyeon doesn’t remember their names, only duties. Time, stars, planet, planet, dark matter, stars.

Then there Eric. A simple name from a simple time long after Juyeons.

He’s the last Sangyeon tells him, it’s the first time they’ve spoken in millennia. Whispered in his ear as Sangyeon walks out.

Eric is young. So, so young. Tied to the stars as Juyeon is, but also to time.

He’s scared, and begs to be told more, to be sent home, anything but the fate he’s destined too. But they all know that can’t be. When Eric emerges from the water trembling as he grips the edge on the pond, the rest file in.

It’s the first time in, well, ever, they’re all gotten together like this. It’s strange having an existence that’s so grounded, never changing. And yet the others who share your same fate are mere fleeting moments. They aren’t friends, not even acquaintances, hell, Juyeom doesn’t even know the majority of their names.

They’ve all grown into their duties. Chanhee no longer screams, but carries a sense of added dignity with his movements. Knowing eyes that reflect all he’s seen.

Eric brings them all together.

Juyeon watches him with careful eyes from afar, never straying too close. Always dancing around any space they might share, quick to duck his head and dissolve into his endless duties. He is tied with the stars after all. Even those that are blessed with solar systems stay so far from their planets, cursed with an eternal waiting game of planetary orbitals. And stars need tending, constantly, but he finds room to watch. It’s what he's good at after all.

He watches Eric command the cosmos, twisting each star to bend to his desires, floating in fleeting moments throughout planes, outlasting even the oldest creations with his youth. The galaxies need not be commanded, following in suit with the stars that dance and gimmer in their internal existence. Time is ever pressing, but for Eric, it’s nothing but an old friend. Who is as old as creation itself, when the universe breathed its first breath did time follow. Juyeon still doesn’t understand those who are tied to something so seemingly uncontrollable. Yet Eric, all but laughs while he does so. The first time Juyeon sees time be twisted, not from a canopy miles away, but to bear witness himself, is a blessing. Even among these gods in the sky, Juyeon thinks Eric will outlast them all.

Juyeon comes to a conclusion, Eric is so much like him. Perhaps it is the curse of the stars. But Eric is so alone in this existence.

Juyeon also begins to be present for the presence of the others much more. He and Sangyeon spend more comfortable moments sharing silence, even Jacob will find a way up to the canopy’s and moss to do nothing more than share time. It’s the only thing they can give to each other after all, the internal time they all have constantly rushing beneath their hands.

It’s partially due to Eric, Constantly asking questions, begging to be told stories and tall tales. His wonder for their world bridges the gap between all of them. Those of stars and time begin to cross not only paths but lives as well. No longer bound by the unspoken rule of similar or same obligations. Those of chaos are no longer hidden, but walk freely beyond their confines. They begin to live, not just serve.

They all give Eric what he wants. It’s hard to say no when he asks so politely, eyes big and bottom lip jutting out, following any and everyone with their robes gently clenched in his hands. He’s their youngest, and it is their responsibility to teach.

The first time Eric speaks to Juyeon it’s like a star has ruptured inside him. Hot gas spilling, bursting over the very fabric interwoven within him.

“I'm not sure we’ve spoken yet. I’m Eric.”

Juyeon doesn’t reply for a while, he doesn’t know how. Here Eric is, after what must be eons of silent watching, he is right before him. All Eric does is smile at him ever so sweetly, playing with the stardust coating his fingers.

“I was wondering about the stars? I’m not sure how to keep them within the boundaries. And you are the oldest tied to them, correct?”

Juyeon blinks. Once. Twice.

“The stars?” He croaks out after an eternity has passed. Eric nods quickly.

Juyeon smooths out his robes, trying to collect himself, “One can not govern the stars. The boundaries mean nothing to them. It is our job to work around their driving desires. “

Eric eats every word up, brows furrowed. He mulls it over, and for a second Juyeon sees within him a small 8 year old boy staring up at his mother in a dark field. Juyeon blinks his reflection away.

Eric’s voice interrupts him, “But, if our role is to simply follow after them, why is it we are called tied? They have nothing of us to be burdened with, but we are to carry their weight.”

Juyeon shakes his head, “we are tied, we bear their weight and are burdened with their loneliness, and they travel with our conscious minds through all of existence.“

“They feel?” Eric asks hopefully. There’s a hidden meaning there. Can we feel?

“What we do. It is mirrored on them. It’s why control and temperament are so important for all that are tied with them. One gets carried away, and the stars will as well. And without ones stars, there is no need for us.”

“Does that mean we cannot feel?”

“No. We can, if you are willing to face the consequences that will garner.”

“What ? Consequences ?”

Juyeon takes his leave.

——-

Eric’s frolicking through the stars have captured not only Juyeons attention, but mind as well. He spends more and more of his days thinking of the younger being. Yearns to be closer, closer till they intertwin. He doesn’t try to shake the thoughts anymore, it’s no use. He waves away one and five take its place. Instead he welcomes the ideas that swirl inside him.

Eric, as if being able to sense being thought of, pops into the garden one day. The pond has long stilled, but flowers bloom as intensely as ever. Juyeon doesn’t try to run this time, he moves gently to make room on his favorite canopy, and Eric takes it. Sighing in glee when the leaves meet with his exposed skin softly.

They sit like that for who knows how long, caught up in each other’s presence, but long enough till they are tugged their separate ways by creation. But they meet as often as they dare. Sangyeon only stares when he finds them tangled together, quickly scampering away.

Juyeons yearning to be more, feel more, is granted to him one day. Eric’s soft hands feel more magical than any stars embrace. His lips dance brighter on his skin than any celestial body has or ever will. It’s so easy to get lost in all Eric had to offer, so easy to give in to his desires. He can feel music each time Eric smiles at him, comes to see him. He swears Eric makes the universe sing. Eric only laughs, it’s all for you, he says to Juyeon.

For you for you for you for you.

Sangyeon is the one to find them once more. No longer in friendly entanglement, but in words too grave to speak, hushed voices whispered against the shell of an ear. But creation will always hear, she beckons her oldest. And Sangyeon is, bound to her will.

He is a slave to her, doomed, and blessed all the same. Because for Sophrosyne, this is his eternity. He, in all sense, will never die. The biggest curse he bears, is the true eternal existence none of the others will ever taste. While he begs for death, it will never cast a glance his way. The others may doom themselves, the universe may no longer have a need for one, but never him. He is her first, and that he will stay.

It pains him to separate the beauty they have created, but he can not allow for another to fall. The divinity that runs through them can not be lost. He can not see them doom each other.

With a heavy heart he casts them to their silent abodes. Creation runs silent.

——-

Surprisingly, Jacob comes to visit all on his own, not sent or called on. Hesitantly finding his way up the canopy and joins Juyeon. They sit in silence, but all too aware of what this meeting means. Jacob is the first to break it, even if it pains him.

“You can not keep doing this.”

Juyeon doesn’t reply, this time not out of his inability, but out of spite. Why is it that he must give up his joy on this dim world? Even one covered with stars and celestial bodies as theirs is, it’s nothing without Eric.

“You’ll fade Juyeon…you’ll never see another light. We’re all worried, it can’t happen again I- we can lose you.“ Netik tries to plead.

Juyeon leaves soon after.

——-

Juyeon once more hides away like a coward, checking and recking on celestial bodies that just look on at his skittish behavior. But this time, he loses his grip on what he has come to know. His reality, his enternatiy, all that has made him divinity slips from his grasp. Juyeon is no longer guiding and aiding the stars. He’s found himself being dragged along by them, stardust invading his will and commanding its own, he coughs it out till it’s all he can see. He falls from the canopy, tries to grab the moss, but it all but hisses at his touch.

For the first time, Juyeon is afraid of death.

It wasn’t when his mother sobbed in his arms, standing in front of the withered priest, submerged under water, or when he was first faced with Sangyeon. It is now, when he realizes what he has done. Fallen from the graces of creation, let himself feel.

The stars fade. And along with them he goes. And as his light dims, he knows Eric’s never will.

Put to rest. He hopes to see his mother soon.

——-

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itacestians-unite · 7 years ago

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ooo can u write something for that highschool au it seems cute,,,

I’m sorry this took me like two weeks! I’ve been really sick ;-; It’s my ninth, nearly tenth, day of being sick D: But I wrote a cute lil fluffy oneshot and I hope you like it

“You got into another fight?”

Feliciano looks like a sad, kicked puppy. Lovino walks - no, he fucking hobbles - into the room silently, feeling like the worst person in the world but his pride not allowing him to say a damn thing.

He’s roughed up good, with a large bruise on his cheek, a busted lip, and some bloody cuts scattered across his face and arms. His hair’s a wreck, his shirt’s just hanging off his shoulder, and he looks completely pissed. But you know, he feels like he deserves it after seeing Feli’s face and how sweet and innocent and hurt he looked by it all.

“Not my fault,” Lovino finally grumbles out, taking his usual seat on the bathroom counter. “This asshole was asking for it! He kept following me around and fucking taunting me, like ‘Ooh, you think you’re so tough. Why don’t you show me what you’re made of?’”

Feliciano sighs softly. He’s only half listening as he rummages around in one of the drawers for the first-aid kit. Having Lovino as his best friend… he sorta needed to keep it stocked up at all costs. Cause God knows Lovino’s too prideful to take care of himself after a fight. Without Feli, who knows what would’ve happened to him by now? He really didn’t want to think about it…

“And then he got his girlfriend to join in. Fucking coward, coming at me with two on one! Anyway, she slapped me in the face and the stupid ass ring she was wearing left some cuts.”

“She hit you?!”

Somehow, Feliciano seems even more upset than before. He’s got tears in his eyes and almost looks angry.

It’s not fair to gang up on Lovino like that! Maybe he gets into fights a lot and is really foul-mouthed and comes off as super mean and scary at first glance, but he’s a good guy! Really!

Feli finally pulls out the first-aid kit and sets it down on the counter. The contents inside are just the usual: gauze, wipes, bandages, painkillers, etc. Not like the painkillers serve any purpose with how stubborn Lovino is, though.

“I’d rather be on my deathbed than take those fancy ass pills you call medicine,” he’d say whenever Feliciano tried to force him to take a painkiller or two.

Sometimes, after lots of begging from, he’d eventually give in. But Feli had learned the hard way that it’s not worth it, it really isn’t. If Lovino wants to sit around in pain, then that’s his choice.

“But I couldn’t fight back because she’s a girl and I’d get my ass handed to me if I even thought about hitting back, so I had to run like a fucking coward. And of course the guy’s laughing in my wake and his girlfriend looks so damn pleased with herself.”

Feliciano applies some alcohol to a rag and dabs it over the cuts on Lovino’s cheek while he’s caught up in mid-rant. Lovino flinches back and hisses like an angry kitten that just got disturbed during it’s bathtime.

“Hey! At least warn me first, for fuck’s sake.”

Feliciano gives a small, guilty smile. “Sorry!”

Lovino grumbles but doesn’t say anything else and doesn’t dare to fight Feliciano for healing him up, unless he wants to deal with his whining about how it’s gonna get infected and he’ll probably die. He seems pretty much done with his ranting about the whole thing and is silent as the little nurse of sorts works on healing him up.

Feliciano pours a bit more alcohol on the rag and gently wipes it over Lovino’s bloody lower lip. He doesn’t mind fixing Lovino up, and heck, he even enjoys it since he gets to be so close to his crush, but this was getting a bit old. He really worried about Lovino sometimes…

…And there’s that nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach again. Every time Lovino comes over after a fight, covered in bruises and bloody slap and scratch marks, Feli’s terrified he’s not going to be able to fix it. He doesn’t want to lose Lovino… He’s always had anxiety about losing the people he cares about, and Lovino’s violent nature doesn’t help at all.

“You know…” Feliciano says suddenly, finally working up the courage to bring it up, “You said you’d quit getting into so many fights…”

He leans over and grabs the box of bandaids, pulling out a bright blue one and sticking it to Lovino’s face.

“Yeah, I say a lot of things,” Lovino replies emotionlessly. His green eyes wander around the room with disinterest. Feliciano is too upset to get lost in them like he normally would. He sighs, looking down and gently kicking his foot against the floor.

“I worry about you… What if you get hurt and I can’t help you?”

Lovino rolls his eyes. Like that’s gonna fucking happen. He took very good care of himself in fights, thank you very much. The last time he’d lost was before Feli and him had even met, and that was nearly two years ago. People knew not to mess with him unless they wanted to see stars, and not the kind of stars in the sky. But he will kick their asses into space if needed.

He was going to say something smart, he really was, but then, he saw the sad and sweet and concerned look on Feliciano’s face, and oh yeah, this boy’s probably the only person in the world who actually gives a shit about him, isn’t he? Lovino sighs, not able to find it in himself to be a dick.

“Look, this guy was threatening you, okay? I couldn’t just do nothing…”

With that, he turns his head away in embarrassment. There. He confessed. Nothing to be ashamed of now, so leave him be!

If he saw the way Feli’s face lit up at those words, so bright and happy as if he’d just opened up a box full of kittens, he’d just be even more embarrassed about the whole thing.

“You do care!”

Feliciano throws his arms around Lovino and snuggles him tight. There’s surprisingly little protest.

“Yeah, yeah, of course I do.”

Lovino returns the hug loosely, a slight smile forcing its way to his lips. He really does love this affectionate little dork. Even though he cries a lot and always follows him around and seems to come in at the worst times (like when he’s trying to seduce his girlfriend, thanks for ruining it, Feli)… All the kids who pick on him are fucking assholes.

If Lovino with his big bad self wasn’t there, there’s no telling what would’ve become of Feli. One of the first times they’d met, some guy was harassing him, and things very well could’ve gotten physical if Lovino hadn’t stepped in. Contrary to popular belief, he was very against bullying. Just because he had piercings and shit, people thought he was some sort of bad boy. It was stupid.

Even Feliciano was intimidated by Lovino at first, but he was also so grateful he’d saved him. Actually, grateful was an understatement. The kid literally followed Lovino around for days after the incident. And it had been annoying as hell at first, but eventually Lovino decided that having this cute lil guy following him around wasn’t so bad after all.

Feliciano returns to patching him up. He’s humming a little tune as he works and swaying back and forth. It’s the adorable things like this that make Lovino not really mind getting some bruises every now and then. He doesn’t even complain when Feli places another bright pink bandaid right on his cheek. Back in the day, he’d protest, acting as if those brightly colored bandages were the bane of his existence, but overtime, he’d come to like them. They were another little thing he associated with Feli.

“Done~” Feliciano sings when he finishes at last.

He’d just put on the last bandaid and tossed a bloodied rag in the trash.

Lovino scoots off the counter and stands on the floor. “Finally,” he mutters, turning around to glance in the mirror. Half of his face is covered in neon colored bandages. He looks like a fool and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Waaait,” Feliciano whines, tugging on Lovino’s sleeve to get his attention. “I haven’t kissed you better yet.”

The pout on his face says it all. His best friend is such a child. Lovino swears he does it on purpose sometimes, the manipulative little shit. He only grumbles as he plops his butt back down on the counter.

Feliciano looks pleased. He always had to kiss Lovino’s wounds before letting him go. It was their little ritual. Maybe it’s silly, but he doesn’t care.This way he was sure to get better fast! Love’s the best medicine, after all.

He kisses the bruise on Lovino’s arm and the pile of bandages on his cheek, but then when it comes to his busted lip, Feli freezes, cheeks turning pink.

Lovino’s lips quirk in amusement, but he’s also a little confused… Okay, so Feliciano will walk in on him in the shower like it was nothing, just two bros hanging out with one of them butt naked, nothing unusual! But he wouldn’t kiss Lovino on the lips. Wow. This kid had the weirdest fucking morals.

“Hey,” Lovino says. “I don’t have all day.”

Feliciano’s head snaps up and his face grows warm. He had been staring at Lovino’s lips.

“R-Right! Sorry.”

It was just a kiss. No, not even a kiss. He was just kissing his friend’s wounds better, and one of those wounds happened to be on his lip, but that didn’t make it a kiss or anything! …Did it?

Feli was so flustered by the thought. He was going to kiss the guy he had a huge crush on. On the lips. You can’t blame him for panicking, okay! These kind of opportunities don’t just happen!

It seems he was taking too long to initiate things because Lovino suddenly sighs, leans in, and quickly brushes his lips over Feli’s before the other can even comprehend what was happening.

“There.”

Feliciano just stands there for a moment, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. Then he finally takes in what just happened and blushes furiously. There’s the slight metallic taste of blood on his lips, but he doesn’t even care. His crush just kissed him.

Lovino is incredibly amused by Feli’s reaction, assuming he’s only so flustered because he’s super innocent. Not even for a moment does it cross his mind that it could be because the boy has a crush on him or anything.

“Quit being so gay,” Lovino teases as he hops off the counter. “It was just a kiss.”

Just a kiss, just a kiss… That was easy for him to say.

Feliciano looks up at him, still a little shellshocked from the whole ordeal. He thanks God that he hadn’t given himself away, that Lovino was so casual about this. He should’ve been more casual about it, too. It’s not like he’s never kissed anyone before. But… things were always so different with Lovino.

For one, he was another guy, and definitely not Feli’s type either (and Feli wasn’t exactly sure what his type was, but he knew it wasn’t the, uh, scary ones). Lovino made him feel things that pretty girls never made him feel. He made him feel loved and safe, safe from the world and everything in it.

“Right!” he squeaks, after a moment of silence. “I just wasn’t expecting it is all!”

Lovino’s amused smirk does nothing to help Feliciano’s flustered state, and he pouts slightly in response.

“Whatever, let’s just get out of this cramped bathroom.”

“I’ll cook something for you,” Feliciano says, quickly changing the subject to something he knows Lovino couldn’t resist: food.

It works, because Lovino stops mid door-opening and perks up.

“Hell yeah.”

#mod feli #ask #request #itacest #au #high school au #writing #literature #hetalia #aph italy #aph romano #aph north italy #aph south italy #aph veneciano #aph veneziano #fluff #unrelated itacest

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mrsgilmoredanes · 7 years ago

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what were your five favorite parts of the revival?

oh God this is hard can i pretend i didn’t see the “five” yes i can so yeah i have A LOT of fave parts in the revival and most of them are luke and lorelai parts (i know, shocking). also, this user mrsgilmoredanes started her rewatch (again, i know) bc it was their 1 yr anniv but anyway here are my fave parts:

winter

the first few minutes of winter!!!- the lorelais’ reuniting scene + luke and rory’s reuniting scene is just so pure. luke being proud of his daughter rory is so sweet and the 3 of them talking about how they all forgot about paul is so hilarious and the way they talk to each other is so familial i am overwhelmed!!!!- then there’s the puppy pjs scene that i will never get tired of watching they look so domestic and i’m like…are they like that EVERY night God i hope so. the oscar and felix exchange, “you should find my bedtime rituals endearing by now what’s taking you so long!!!” UGH and the way luke patted lorelai’s butt and how she caressed luke’s arm with those huge goofy smiles on their faces wow what a time to be alive!!!! and then they talk about their rollicking lovemaking like… after being together for more than 10 years they still discuss their sex life excitingly you know what i mean??? and that goodnight kiss is my fave kiss of all kisses in the revival. cleared my skin saved my crops cleaned my room organized my stationary collection.- the flashback to richard’s funeral was so sad but i love every second of it. lorelai saying she’s happy, luke and emily’s hug, lorelai staying to watch over emily, emily and lorelai’s fight (no fights no drama and i love drama so i love fights what can i do)- then luke saying “rory’s a lil bit of mine” brings tears to my glasses everytime (then it gets blurry and dirty and i have to clean it again damn u @ luke danes)

the diner scene with rory lorelai and luke i’d die for my family!! and also uhm can i still complain about getting only one (1) diner scene with the 3 of them??????? yes i can.

lorelai dressing paul anka with a flannel and everything just like his daddy.

spring

the holding hands scene + the bwr theater scene ofc. they’re holding hands fcol!!! “it’s kinda scary, you’ll have to hold me” “i can live w that” it’s like they do that all the time what the hell imagine lorelai pretending to be scared and she leans on luke and he wraps his arms around her what the hell. “the love couch, definitely” pls define in love.

i love the town meeting. so nostalgic it gives me comfort. i love stars hollow.

luke, lorelai and rory walking around the spring international food festival and luke and rory, the father and the daughter, talking about who’s gonna take care of lorelai. what a fam.

summer

the family dinner ofc. april being there is so important to me. lorelai complaining about luke’s movie night habits, rory calming april down, luke’s thumb drawing circles on lorelai’s knees on their snug movie night routine. i love my family. (this is the only thing i love in this ep i think. tbh i like watching the fighting scene between lorelai and rory and the LLs too. oh and i used to hate the musical bc it took so much time when they could’ve just replaced it w more LL scenes or babette/patty scenes or whatever but i kinda like it now because let’s be honest the musical’s so funny)

fall

is it ok if i say i love every part yes it is. the hiking?? the first person she calls is luke and…that says A Lot. then when she does the “hiking” she realizes things and she calls emily and tells her the pretzel story am i still crying yes i am. then she goes home and tells luke that she thinks they should get married and oops don’t forget about luke's speech about needing her more than anything in the world???? 💯💯💯 and then that kiss ofc i’m me after all so ya. and don’t forget about the rory and christopher part. i hate that arsehole but i love that scene bc rory was like…my mom and my real dad are getting married so pls f*ck off and p.s. just a reminder uhm why were you (and still) an awful father to me ok this coffee is humongous but it tastes ridiculous ok bye….amirite??? then there’s emily finding happiness in nantucket feeling free like a bird. i also love the part where the lls were arguing about the guests for the wedding and ms. celine being like you really chose a fine hunky sexy piece of meat lorelai i’m proud of ya so come here and let me make you the perfect dress for the perfect man. the part where rory woke lorelai up to mend fences with her and they talk about lorelai finally getting married to luke the way she said “finally” is like she had been waiting for that moment for so long. what else?? uhmmmm lorelai finding the annex i know i’ve mentioned this a lot but i really i love her outfit there what a queen. and pizza and kitchen scene before the impromptu wedding “i feel like we should be married already? yes. right?” and i’m always like damn right you should be married 100 years ago are you guys kidding me??? and of course the wedding. let me tell you, i couldn’t listen to reflecting light for 3 months after the revival bc it made me cry whenever i heard it.

#sorry this took so long i was supposed to answer it right away but i forgot akjsdnasda #these are a few of my favorite things.mp3 #is it too long? no don't answer #anon

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dndfuckhouse · 5 years ago

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session 16 - a cultist’s work is never done

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> 🎵 DND Ambience - Evil Temple / Michael Ghelfi

Picking up where they left off the group finish chatting wistfully about their hometowns and the various methods of procreation known to them and look towards the now unlocked metal door at the end of the chamber.

Before the party shuffle through Keva attempts to check it for traps, finding nothing the group push it open and peer down a corridor behind it. Staring down they see a similarly cobbled hallway, though it seems to curve at a point obscuring their vision further, otherwise it looks clear as any they’ve walked so far, bracketed by magic torchlight on its walls.

Han chucks a stone down to check for anything fishy...it seems to roll down the hallway with ease. The group then debate if they should send someone ahead first to stealth and check it out. Finn offers again to float down in his mist form.

Han: should we have one person stealth forward? the rest a couple of feet behind? Finn: if you're that paranoid i can go ahead in my mist form again. Rokka: that sounds like a good plan han! Psalm: that's a good idea finn Finn: 2 good ideas what will the party do

Finn: chip i do my thing Cimmorro: FINN VAPE? Han: finn juul WHERES MY JUUUUUUUUUUUUL Cimmorro: WHATS A JUL? are u flammable, watch as he burns over a torch or something

Psalm: idk that much about vaping Plum: sarita wtf do you go to college

Finn transforms into his mist form and floats down the hallway, it winds and turns giving him the feeling that he’s slowly traversing downward, the corridor seeming to widen in size. After some time he comes across what looks like the opening to another chamber, a set of black metal double doors in front of him. Not spotting anything suspicious on his float down he floats back towards the party.

After about 10 minutes time pass, the group get worried and decide to follow ahead, bumping into the cloud of finn on his float back, he quickly transforms back into his regular form.

Keva: she flinches and makes that paul rudd face when she remembers its finn Psalm: psalm has nothing to say about running into the finn cloud Plum: i wonder if plum isn't tall enough to bump into it Rokka: rokka gasp for air before holding his breath so he doesn't breathe in finn which he fails to

Finn: >finn looks a bit confused as to why theyre all here "needless to say the path is safe but you're all aware of that by now. a bit reckless for being so paranoid if i may say so." Rokka: just worried about you finn Finn: did that much time pass? Rokka: felt like it Psalm: not that we didn't just fight clones of ourselves after being a bit reckless or anything Finn: "i see. in that case i apologise." >contemplative sprite

The party move to inspect the large set of double doors, they seem to have a ornate design to them, looking at them they spy the shape of horns and talons melded across it, the door doesn't appear to be locked either. Eyeballing the design psalm picks up that it definitely appears infernal in nature at the very least, the design could be reminiscent of devils of some sort, though he cant really place anything specific.

Deeming the door un-trapped the group ready themselves as Psalm uses mage hand to open one of the doors. It creaks a little bit but nothing else seems to happen, looking down the party see the corridor continue beyond it, opening into what looks like a very large chamber. Han briefly throws a stone again to test the corridor, no reaction again.

Rokka: "COOL A CHAMBER" rokka waltz in Han: both han and i age 20 years Finn: finn just. constantly calculating whether they're dumb or not Plum: i hope theres no single lich in here looking for a partner

Han: psalm: WOW KINDA DARK IN HERE ! Psalm: no please

Finn: well since han threw the rock and it was fine i wanna walk, wait should we wait for pokemon? Finn: I MEAN. POKI Cimmorro: .

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The party choose to walk through the door, as they walk down the small corridor they spy small ...what look like vents close to the ground. Taking note of them they walk further to the precipice of the corridor where it opens into the larger chamber. As they get closer they see what looks like a large pool in the centre, filled with a red liquid and surrounded by red runes, letters and symbols on the floor.

In front of it stands a staircase that leads up to a higher platform shaped like a circle over the pool, it seems to be bound with a tight thick rope. Staring the group notice that it seems to lead up to the top of a tall black pillar in the centre of the pool, pointed at its tip and faintly stained with red, it's quite the structure.

Looking about the rest of the chamber they see thick black and red ornate curtains adorning the walls and a set of columns in front of the pool. They also see at the end of the room, three short corridors behind the pool with a large black ornate door at the end of each of them, seemingly also connected to the red circles around the pool.

To the left and right look like sets of staircases, both leading upwards somewhere, listening close the party can hear what seems to be some sort of whispers or chanting.

Cimmorro: cimm's just gonna "SOME PEOPLE HAVE BEEN BUSY HERE HUH!" and walk over to try and read shit Psalm: can i try reading too Keva: keva stays at the edge of the room lmao she is Skeeved Plum: so is plum “y’all are just walking in??” Rokka: i also stay back Han: han also stays back with keva, esp after seeing the pool lol Finn: i wanna check if its blood for real

Psalm: maybe we should've collected the blood from the clones, just to see if it's the same substance although i'm not sure how that'd help, i'm honestly just a bit curious Cimmorro: we'll find out if it's from the same pool if something comes out to grab the both of us. would be amusing Rokka: that sounds terrifying Psalm: sounds pretty amusing to me Cimmorro: cimm smiles at psalm "yeah atta boy that's the spirit" Psalm: *grins* Plum: i’d rather not have to deal with another one of you again Psalm: i dont blame you Finn: finn kind of just goes [raised eyebrow] to himself overhearing cimm

Finn: NO JUST A LITTLE LICK. like connor Jez: who Finn: dont worry about it jez Han: dont worry bro its just a nightmare

Plum: finn hasn’t been in a bite one of us or die situation yet where’s the romance anymore get it together guys Guest Appearance By Celebrity Aqua: Cmon finn drink the rancid bog blood

Cimmorro: finn, is your field trip going fun so far mate Finn: if this is your idea of a fun field trip i really don't want to go on one with you 🙄 Cimmorro: there goes my ideas for a first date then Finn: "d-date?" finn tries to brush it off quickly though

The party move to investigate the chamber, slowly the more reluctant ones walk in and peer about as well after watching the others waltz inside.

Psalm and Cimmorro inspect the arcane writing and runes, between the two of them staring at the red on the floor they discern the writing to be magic circles of some sort, enchanted by something in runes they can't quite comprehend, they do recognise bits of infernal throughout however. They also read what they assume to be a name of some sorts, a ‘Mephistopheles’

The lines seem to give some sort of power to the pool and the three doors at the end of the hallway, though they aren't sure what exactly. They get the feeling they’re part of some ritual similar to the last they encountered, involving the shedding of blood on top of the pillar.

Han walks in and cranes her hear to discern where the sound of chanting is coming from. She hears it coming from the left staircase, but it feels like its kind of echoing around the whole chamber anyway. Rokka joins her in using his canine hearing, in combination with the chanting he hears the faint sounds of a conversation also coming from the left. Additionally, behind him back where the party came he also hears the sounds of faint talking coming from one of the vents, the one on the right wall in the corridor

Rokka: rokka's ears perk at hearing sounds of people talking and hurries back to tell the others in a semi-whisper tone "guys! guys! there are people here! in the vents! and right corridorrrrrrr" Psalm: does the chanting sound like anything to you?

Finn and Plum walk in and eyeball the pool together, staring at it the liquid seems viscous enough to be blood. Finn moves to dip his finger and takes a taste, he quickly detects the blood of more than one person, it seems to have been collecting here for a while. In his mind Finn is briefly tempted to taste some more, though he also notes that it tastes a little tingly on his tongue, a bit unusual

Finn: "what i can tell you two is that this is fresh blood. of multiple people." finn seems to be unable to tear his eyes away for a good minute, i choose not to share the unusual taste tidbit. Plum: "easy there soldier" and i hit finn's leg Finn: >finn snaps out of it and looks at plum apologetically

Looking at the pillar the two also notice stains on the sides, seems like the blood drips down from the top into the pool

Keva moves to take a few cautious steps up the staircase on the left side of the chamber, from this angle she can see that it opens up to what looks like another corridor, though cant make out much else.

Han takes the moment to cast detect portal, quickly she gets a ping from each of the three ornate doors, at the same time Psalm casts Comprehend Languages on himself to see if he can more directly read the runes as well as decipher the chanting.

Han: everyone shut up, those doors are portals to somewhere Plum: uhhh.... how do we figure out where they lead Han: “no way other then activating them and walking through” han is uncomfortable here lol

Finn: i watch psalm curiously Psalm: mans is just touching the floor Finn: finn: that man sure is touching the floor. crazy. Psalm: i 'll tell you what they're saying in a second Finn: i nod @ psalm and wait, oh wait i guess he wouldnt know if im nodding so ill just say Okay Psalm: hwuhahwa

Psalm: should draw psalm and finn doing each other's nails since they both definitely wear nail polish

Now able to comprehend the chanting, Psalm notes that it seems to be in some coded language, he makes out certain sentences along the lines of "beloved may our lord be, seeing all within his purview" he’s a bit far from the corridor so its hard to hear specifics. The runes on the ground now that he can read them look like some sort of prayers relating again to mephisto directly, but also mention a benefactor, bringing up in scripture some sort of all-encompassing voice.

Psalm: i think we have an old fashioned blood ritual summoning on our hands

Keva moves to quietly make her way further up the staircase in the meantime, as she does the sound of soft chatter becomes slightly louder combined with the prayer which sounds a bit father away. Slowly she comes out to a cobble corridor, peering to her right she spots a shut wooden door, locked with a silver latch. To her left the corridor goes on, and near the middle of it she sees a group of 3 people, donning red robes and hoods, though two of them seem to be more ornately decorated than the other.

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As she looks she notices that they appear to be discussing something, she also notices that the corridor seems to be aligned with jail cells perhaps? though its hard to see into them from this angle, making out only dark sack shapes. She cranes he ear to try and listen in on the conversation,

???: you hear the tiefling muttering something to the one not as elaborately dressed as him “...ou need to be more careful with the brood. Emruz was so very upset one of them had escaped, though now our lord says it was all apart of his design. Sometimes I wonder why she stands as second, she never trusts enough in fate. Of course it was all as planned, his grace would never make a mistake ...” he turns his head to the drow standing beside him “oh please Ida you must discipline the acolyte too, i know you dont like to speak but i'm not good at …” he seems to trail off Ida: the drow tilts her head in his direction, her eyes staying shut. ???: “Oh grace, nevermind…” he turns back to the other hooded figure. “For now you’ll stay at your post until Emruz makes a decision...she is leading the prayer right now for our grace, it shall be decided afterwards, understood?” the hooded figure nod, while the tiefling seems to sigh in response “ahh...come Ida i need to check the sigils within the heating dens…” Ida: The drow nods in response

Keva watches two then walk of to the right out of her vision, listening she hears the sound of a door shut and close as the other hooded figure walks to the left, followed by the sound of a chair getting dragged across the ground and a thump. Once again silence returns to the halls, aside from the faint sound of chanting from down the corridor. She quickly slips back down the staircase and informs the group of what she saw.

Psalm: heating dens? what kinda kinky ass cult Plum: onsen

Rokka moves up the right staircase to scout it out as well, similarly to how Keva did towards the left, he clambers up quietly to poke his head around. In the meanwhile the party thinks on how they ought to proceed.

Rokka: whats the worst that could happen? rokka dies? Finn: HGBDFUNDFOMDFG

Psalm: i'm not sure how to proceed if i'm being honest Plum: neither am i, im wondering what sigils and heating dens are, like if more people are about to die while we're here

Keva: any way to figure out where the portals go? Plum: i dont think so since everything here's in code Han: “..theyre probably how sammy ended up out on the street” hans still staying back and just. her eyes keep coming back to the pool of blood

Psalm takes a moment to think over the name ‘Mephistopheles’ and what he knows about it, he recalls now that its the name of one of the archdevils that presides over the nine hells. He’s a being said to be thoroughly wicked and cunning but all the same unstable, bards singing of his unchecked temper. It unnerves him to see his name invoked in a place like this.

Finn moves to walk up the stairway in the middle of the pool to investigate it further, looking now he can tell the ropes tied around the circular slab form the letterheads symbol. Standing at the top of the stairs he also notes that he is within easy distance of the pillar in the middle, he walks back down after taking his look.

Psalm: oh right i relate that new information about Mephistopheles as well just to set the mood Keva: great

Han follows suit in continuing to poke around, she turns back to the corridor they came from and looking near the ground she eyeballs the holes in the walls, they appear to be small vents of some sort. They look big enough for someone to crawl through but only someone of plum’s stature or smaller, through the right one she hears a very faint conversation ebb out.

Moving to crouch down she tries to stick her ear in and tries to make out the conversation, though all she can hear faintly is the sound of one voice speaking. Briefly she hears"...thus you know just precisely where to strike..." before it becomes mumbles to her ears again.

Rokka reaching the top of the staircase quietly looks about, directly to his left he sees a figure dressed in a red hood and garb, black gloves and shorts underneath. They seem to be standing guard near a wooden door, seemingly unlocked, hands folded behind them. To his right the corridor continues down for a ways before opening out to what looks like a small chamber, halfway down its length he see two more red cloaked figures speaking in whispers, if he squints he can see what look like jail cells lining the corridor, similar to Keva’s corridor, hard to tell from his angle.

Rokka: rokka hurries back to the others and alerts whoever is closest to him about what he saw "guyyyyyyyyssssssssss" Cimmorro: rokka u good Rokka: there are people hereeeeeeeee i saw themmmmmmm Cimmorro: it looks like keva saw some others as well Han: rokka be like 😨

Psalm: i think our best options are to probably not fiddle with the inter-planar doors for now and pick one of the staircases Plum: agreed Psalm: we should also potentially destroy this altar, but maybe on the way out provided things go well

Psalm: @ han "are you coming? we've investigated the entire room, nothing spooky here to get you" Han: hans just like uuuughghh and catches up

Cimmorro: i was gonna say this looked like we're on a road trip and han is taking a group pic for us

Han: ;LKHAS;LKHFASDF shes actually taking a selfie of herself

The group decide to head up the left staircase after discussing the number of guards they saw. They devise a plan to roll some ball bearings to distract the one they assume is still somewhere in left corridor, before quickly taking him out at a range silently.

Cimmorro: you guys want him to come over here? what if something comes out of that pool Finn: cimmorro, what makes you so sure someone will come out of the pool? Cimmorro: it's ridden with magic bro Finn: the blood did have a ... unique taste. it was good, but there was something unusual to it. i'm not sure if you can make anything of that. Cimmorro: HGUHFDBKJVHB cimm just standing there like "you said unusual, that's even more suspect??IF YOU ASK ME??" Psalm: i'm pretty sure if something was supposed to come out of the pool it would've come out by now Rokka: i would like to have nothing come out of there

Cimmorro: lure the guy out and knock him out then? Psalm: just whisper "such a shame Mephistopheles caught ligma" into the vent and bait him out vaporising him instantly Cimmorro: BRO

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As the group discuss their plan to take out the guard Finn attempts to think on taste of the blood again. It seems more than likely that the blood is enchanted in some way by the circle around it, though it doesn’t strike him that the purpose of it is for summoning, it would have most likely had a much more rancid taste if connected to something so directly. The pool is more than likely containing the blood of many for a purpose, effecting the recipients in some way, beyond that he isn’t sure what.

Rokka: DAMN AND WE WERE ABOUT TO OFFER PLUM TO SPILL THEIR BLOOD THERE? Finn: maybe i shouldn't drink the magic blood Psalm: just take a sip Cimmorro: finn become rat poison checker

The group move to stealth their way up the left staircase, Psalm, Rokka and Plum find difficulty in keeping quieter than the others however. The others manage to cover for them however.

Finn: CAN WE COVER FOR OUR CLOWNS Psalm: CAUSE TROUBLE BY ACCIDENT GANG Plum: https://youtu.be/duPJqfKiA78

Psalm: HE CAN'T COMMUNICATE IF HES DEAD, what if it's theyord's favourite mook and he just wants to check up on him and then he's just dead, our entire operation is screwed

Keva rolls the ball bearing down the corridor, after a beat the group hear the sound of wood grinding on the floor and a few footsteps as the hooded figure steps out towards the sound, bending over to stare at it on the ground.

Quickly psalm and keva step out of the stairway, flinging a throwing knife and a blast directly at the hooded figure, the knife swiftly lodges itself in his neck and the blast seems to suck the rest of the life out him, taking him out quickly. The group slowly move now to investigate the corridor, Han staying at the top of the stairs to keep an eye on the chamber behind them.

Psalm: han making sure we don't die

Walking down they now see a series of cells lining the walls, piled with large sacks, a few laying empty. Some of the sacks have the faint colour of blood seeped through, giving the group a bad feeling about what could possibly be inside of them, seems most of the cells are locked.

Plum: they mumbles to themselves "give me a fucking break..."

Halfway through the corridor they turn the corner and see what looks to be a guard post near the jail cells, a shabby wooden desk and a series of lock boxes on top of it. Seems to house the keys to the nearby cells, to the right they also notice another branch off, a wooden door at the end. They assume this is where the tiefling and the drow walked off towards earlier.

Keva moves to check out the body of the guard, all she finds on him are a dagger strapped this thigh and a red letterheads token in his pocket, nothing much else, she pockets the token. The group then discuss how to hide the body so its not left on the ground in the open.

Finn: we could put him in one of the bags as to not arouse suspicion but its certainly grotesque. Psalm: thats a pretty good idea, cover our tracks 🤔 Han: that criminal background huh

As they discuss this Finn moves to put his ear towards the locked door at the top of the corridor, pressing his ear close to the door he doesn't hear anything other than silence from inside. In the meantime Plum and Keva nab the keys to the jail cells from the guards desk, moving to unlock the one closest to them, Cimmorro wanders over to assist.

The three work on untying the ropes and opening the bags inside. Cimmorro moves to inspect one of the corpses on how long its been decomposing but is struck by how close the abhorrent smell is, completely distracting him. Finn walks over and its also disgusted, Rokka moves down to keep watch on the door that the drow and tiefling walked through earlier in tandem with Finn.

Looking through the bags Plum attempts to identify the bodies within, their bag specifically appears to house a human male with dark brown hair, keva's bag seems to contain an elven woman, neither of them recognise the victims at all. The three quickly look through the cells for a bag with enough space to shove the guard inside, Plum takes quick notes on the features of the people they find as they go along, soon they find one and are able to successfully shove the guard inside.

As they go about this Psalm continues walking further down the corridor to the end where it opens into another small chamber, it seems filled with storage supplies and large cages, for what purpose hes isn’t sure he’d like to imagine, as he looks about he sees the letterheads symbol scrawled into the wall as well.

At the far end of the chamber is a set of double doors, made of black metal, it seems this is where the chanting is coming from as he hears the sounds of numerous voices speaking together in he assumes are prayers. To the right he also see more stairs leading upwards to what looks to be another corridor, though he cant fully tell from below.

He moves to listen to the voices coming from the double doors hearing similar hymns to what was being chanted earlier, but he also hears another voice higher pitched speaking above them in common, she seems to be preaching something about "a time of revenge blossoming soon, the process shall begin to bear fruit" he moves away and relays his observations to the group back up the corridor

While they wait Finn attempts to see if he can hear anything coming from the door hes watching but can only make out a very muffled muttering of some sort and soft shuffling.

Psalm: finn always on the lookout for hot guys pog Finn: we arent only thirsting for blood in this house Cimmorro: wow finn looking for cult bukkake Han: if they arent above a 6 finn cant hear them Finn: jez im going to

Finn: i let the others know that i heard some muffling and shuffling behind that door. but very faintly. Han: theyre making out in that room Cimmorro: GIJFSIBJSOPFBJOSJW

The group decide to head up the stairs Psalm found and move down to the small chamber at the end of the corridor.

Han: han is following but constantly at the back Keva: han the vigilant Rokka: not all heroes wear capes Finn: OKAY NOW I FEEL BAD ABOUT LEAVING HER ON HER OWN Han:

Keva offers to take point, and stealth's up the stairs, getting a look at the corridor at the top of them. Peeking her head out she sees similarly to the last corridor they walked, another row of of jail cells with what look like more sacks inside. Halfway down she spies what looks to be another guard, his arms crossed periodically looking to the left and right

The group get in position to take him out, Keva and Han both fire off their arrows, psalm backing them up with a blast, the arrows strike the guard in the side before he is knocked down by the blast, quickly taken out. Han and Plum briefly jog back to the guard post from earlier to grab the keys again so they can hide this guard with the bodies as well.

Accomplishing that the group see now that this corridor connects between the left one and the right one from the initial pool room, they decide to use this to take out the guards they saw in the right corridor carefully, party members on either end of it. From this new vantage point Keva sees there are three of them in the right corridor now.

Psalm: 16 to hit, god i dont like this im assuming i haven't missed yet.... when the boss comes i'll miss every shot guaranteed, bruh the boss is going to kill me

Psalm, Finn and Rokka head back the long way and crouch by the stairs near the far end guard while the others stick to the bottom to take out the two halfway through the corridor.

Han and Keva shoot of their arrows and with their combined might manage to instantly bring down one of the guards. Psalm blasts the one near the stairs, surprising him but he seems to be still standing afterwards now alert. before he can do anything however Finn rushes in and skewers him, quickly silencing him

Finn: FINE IF YOU WANT ME TO SO BAD ILL GO STAB THE GUY Cimmorro: jude is going to sex town

Cimmorro uses sacred flame on the other guard standing halfway through the corridor but only manages to lightly singe his hair.

Cimmorro: he just does it to provoke Rokka: ;DLKFJSLDKFJLSKDJ Cimmorro: really the only thing he been reading in those sacred libraries is the urban dictionary

He strikes again this time doing a bit more than singe the guard’s hair, Han and Keva both try and fire a series off a quick shots once again after he does, Han's goes wide however, only kevas striking, still leaving the guard standing. Quickly afterwards Rokka and Psalm run out at the same time, Psalm is able to step out and blast the remaining guard from the opposite end, taking them all out before any could retaliate.

Psalm: ROOMIES Han: oh my god they were roommates... Rokka: I'll move as close as I can and then cheerleader for psalm Psalm: ^_^ greatly appreciated Rokka: Go roomie!!

Han: hey we've been smart and careful about this, we could've been. REAL dumb Finn: honestly we've been really smart, ALMOST LIKE. CAUTION IS A GOOD THING DSHJFBSDUFGSFH

The group about quickly hiding the three bodies among the jail cells again, completing that Keva rummages through the guard desk in this corridor for anything of note. Inside she finds papers detailing some sort of guard training…seems there are at least over 20 acolytes being trained in the ways of assassination around here.

Psalm: oh can i read the papers or did u just tell everyone what they said Han: keva found them and told everything else to read iirc(edited) Keva: i did not say that in the rp but yes let's assume yall saw it bc i can't read i forgot lmoa Han: LKH;LKHSAWEFSD Psalm: WHAT'D YOU EVEN LOOK AT THE PAPERS FOR THEN

As she does Finn goes to listen to the door at the top of this corridor, he hears no sounds coming from the inside, it appears unlocked as well.

Finn: now if it were cin, he'd open that door. Han: . Chip: jude reminding us of our good fortune rn

Han goes to investigate the small chamber at the end of the corridor they just came through, looking about she sees storage crates piled high and bags filled with more bags, looking inside them she rifles through small amounts of rations within. Around are more cages and a large metal screen of sorts, it looks to be disuse however, she wanders back down the corridor.

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As she does Psalm presses his ear to a door that branches off from the middle of the corridor, listening if he can hear anything or any activity beyond it. As he does he hears the sound of a voice coming through, though all you can really tell is that it sounds like someone giving instruction of some sort.

Cimm, Plum and Keva decide to walk back to the blood pool room, Plum wants to try casting identify on the pillar to see if they can garner any further insight on its functions. In the meantime Psalm asks Rokka, Finn and Han if they can make out anything coming from inside the door hes listening in on. The group stretch their ears once more, though Han in particular recognises the cadence of the voice through the door as the one she heard speaking when she was trying to listen through the vents.

Han: while they're all standing ears pressed to the door han hesitantly asks "is blood letting and stuff like... generally associated with. what you said. cults?" even quieter "actually what are cults lets start there" Psalm: you're asking me? Han: all of you, i guess. you all seem to have more different opinions about this than me Psalm: well from what i just know generally, rituals like these are commonly associated with the more er, 'evil' cults let's say, it does tend to get played up in fiction but since we are also 100% standing in a room with a blood pool and runes on the floor praising a demon you could say that it's played up for good reason. Rokka: rokka just tilts his head like ?? Han: han just looks. kinda processing "what do you mean, "played up"?" Psalm: romanticised i suppose Finn: finn just leaning against the cell. listening. Psalm: like how you'd expect things to be more exaggerated so that they're actually entertaining in a book or play, otherwise it wouldn't be interesting.

In the meanwhile the other group make their way into the large chamber, Keva stands at the bottom of the stairs leading out while Cimmorro and Plum make their way up the one over the blood pool. Plum reaching the top, stands near the pillar with their hands, taking the time and casting identify upon it. As they touch it an unwelcome feeling fills their senses, like whispers in their ears.

The pillar is definitely enchanted, it seems the process directly enhances the person who drips their blood upon it. As long as it is collected within the pool below it seems the enchantment keeps its hold indefinitely, combined with the whispers and information they’ve gathered from before, you get the feeling this is used in some way for whoever wrote the runes on the floor to communicate to those that have bled upon it.

Chip: CIMM LIKES TO FEEL TALL Cimmorro: SHUT UPPP ILL KILL YOU

Satisfied the group head back to the corridor with the others, keva noting that it seems the chanting is still ongoing in the background, as they do they walk into the conversation the rest of the group is currently having.

Psalm: That being said though, we are still very much in a situation like out of a novel you could say. And it's not like i have much experience with cults myself...for all i know they're all like this Han: han visibly looks like she regrets asking "like a novel huh" Keva: keva walks in and sees that she has missed smth

Psalm: oh right, a cult is just a group of people that religious practices that aren't commonly accepted, or in most cases, evil. Forgot you asked. Usually they worship a figurehead, potentially a person or otherworldly being, so they're not that far removed from the average religion. Han: han is borderline sweating Keva: wait, we've been chasing after this cult this entire time and you didn't know what a cult was? Han: well. no not really. Finn: finn closes his eyes. I Cannot

Psalm: why the interest though? i suppose it is a bit messed up in here, and if you didn't know before i guess it's pretty shocking, what with all the blood and everything Han: just uh. curious is all. Psalm: i see. well if you have anymore questions. Cimmorro: [raised brow]

Half the group subtly eyeball Han to see if she’s lying about her questions coming from a place of mere curiosity.

Han: me just throwing these breadcrumbs Psalm: can't just not eat them off the flor Plum: someone eat them!! Cimmorro: gang beats up han with insight Han: everyone at han rn [raised brow] Cimmorro:

Finn: han: asks a simple question, the party: lets get her boys Rokka: rokka just rly wanna know if he gotta comfort u or naw

- finn watching from where you are leaned against a cell you easily see through her lie, you get the feeling the question is related to a past experience of hers perhaps, you understand the feeling of wanting clarification well - psalm and keva it seems clear that shes lying and that she has a deeper reason for asking about this, though you dont really know why - rokka han seems upset by all these damn cults, u understand this place sucks

Cimmorro: prolonged strained silence

The group dont inquire any further into her odd reactions at the moment, Finn moves the conversation along, asking if any of the party would like to help him check out the room at the top of the corridor or if they’d like to check out the door they were just listening in on.

Han: "ye shall we storm these dudes" (points to door) Keva: you were all cautious before and now you wanna just barge in? Han: whispers to keva "i was half joking" Keva: you're hilarious. Han: thank you ^_^

The group decide to go along with Finn’s suggestion, preferring to run into as few people possible for the moment and shuffle down the corridor, the group all stand behind psalm as he creaks the door open with mage hand. Peering inside they all see a small room with no one around inside, piled high are a bunch of beds, seems this looks like where the acolytes sleep.

Han: everyone takes a long rest Finn: HBZUFGMIOGF;HFHGJHOW MANY BEDS ARE THERE THIS TIME Han: finn rn like: . Finn: finn: i do not see it. i do not perceive it.

Rokka: rokka barges in and dives into a bed like "ahhhhhh yes" Han: goes back to look out position Psalm: rokka you really want to be rolling around in the beds of people that drain the blood out of innocents for rituals? Rokka: a bed is a bed Finn: A MAN OF SOLID CONVICTIONS Cimmorro: we're in some hazbin hotel kinda shit and u just gonna sleep here Psalm: that's terrifying resilience. i'm impressed, if not a bit scared

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As the group look about the room watching rokka walk in, Han notices behind them all down the corridor, the sound of a door creaking open. Quickly she moves to push everyone inside the room as quick and quietly as she can, though she’s sure they were heard.

Cimmorro: this cult guy barrelling down the corridor upon hearing han

Han: HAN LEVELS UP FROM STRESS AND FAZES OUT OF EXISTENCE

Closing the door behind them inside the room they look about flustered. They all take a beat to listen and hear the sound of footsteps coming closer down the corridor. they decide to dive under the beds and hide, though there isnt enough for all of them.

Psalm casts Invisibility on Han while the rest of them pile under, she quickly moves and sticks herself as close to the wall as possible. Finn in particular also quickly shifts into a bat and hangs himself from a corner of the ceiling

Rokka: rokka rolls off the bed with an OOF then rolls under the bed he was on Cimmorro: plum who is the smallest has the hardest time shuffling under the bed and stubs their toe Rokka: stubs toe and screams FUCK, it echoes down the hall

After a beat they all listen as the footsteps near closer and closer to the door, they hear a shuffling before it is opened up by a hooded figure, human, though his cloak looks more ornately decorated that the guards from before.

Han: whats boytoy doing Jez: whipping his dick out, he came here to jack off bro we all gotta watch him Han: SOME ME TIME Plum: YOU CALLED EM BOYTOYBHHJ Rokka: HSUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP Psalm: HE CAMEM HERE TO JACK OFGF i'm unsubscribing from pornhub right now Plum: jez, jez, what haunts you Cimmorro: LKVGDASJKLGJDSJBSJFNB Rokka: this is like a bad wattpad fic Cimmorro: yall wanted to share beds we're getting a different kind of sharing today Finn: . Han: save a citizen share a cultist Finn: WHAT IS HE GONNA DO WATCH OUR BEDS ALL DAY Cimmorro: HES GONNA WANK IT BRO Rokka: SHUT HT EHLEL UP

He walks inside and peers about the room, eyeing the floors and the walls stepping around and staring carefully. It almost seems as if he makes eye contact at one point with Han but he continues moving his gaze past her.

Olst: “Where on earth have those louts gotten too” he clicks his tongue and turns to walk out of the room “Discipline is in order, hopefully our grace feels the need to be more quick with his hand…” his mumbling putters off as he shuts the door behind him

Plum: THEYREEE DEAD Psalm: OH MY GOD I JUST REALISED WHO HE MEANT OH MY GOD WE KILLED HIS FAVOURITE MOOKS Han: THE GUYS WE KILLED ;KASDFKH;LKHWKH3EF Rokka: im laughing MY FUCKING ASS OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

The group one by one slowly emerge from under the beds, Han takes a moment before peering out the door, seeing the man walk down the stairs towards the blood pool room. She whispers out “coasts clear” before walking out the room still invisible to follow him, Finn in bat form follows after her to also trail him.

Psalm: psalm to himself like... god maybe i should've explained how invis works first Han: han said coast clear and fucked off Finn: i wish i could've asked psalm for an explanation on invisible i have no idea when this runs out

The group meanwhile decide to check out the room the man came from in the meantime since he just left it, walking back to the middle of the corridor, sneaking past. Keva stops briefly at the top of the stairs to listen in on any conversation from the blood pool room

As she does Han and Finn follow the hooded man, she slowly scuttles down the staircase standing quietly at the bottom and hanging out of sight with Finn. There she sees 3 other figures, each wearing ornate looking cloaks, one they’ve not seen before. As the human approaches the others he speaks

Olst: “the acolytes are becoming lax in their duties, this is because you aren’t strict enough with them” he stares directly as the tiefling as he says that, to which he babbles back ???: you know th-that is not my responsibility Olst..” the human tuts and clicks his tongue. Emruz: The woman on the far end pipes up “quit your gripping your voice is as annoying as venom, you can discuss the trivialities later our grace has requested all of to assemble now and I’ll have quiet as we do” the two glare at each other for a moment Olst: he relents, responding with an “..of course” The four of them gather near the front of the of the pool and stand at attention.

Han watches them close their eyes, as if waiting for something for a few beats. Keva moves on to where the rest of the group are stationed in front of the door down the corridor.

Rokka: yo is theyorde going to rise from blood pool Psalm: GOD CAN YOU IMAGINE WE WERE FUCKING AROUND IN THERE Finn: finn and han listening to this shit: Psalm: YEAH CAN YOU IMAGINE THE TWO THAT HATE THIS SHIT THE MOST ARE THE ONES WATCHING THE BLOOD POOL MEETING Han: MOST FUCKING BAGGAGE Finn: FINALLY WE HAVE A COMMON ENEMY FOR SOCIAL LINK RANK 1

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Han continues watching before suddenly she sees all of their eyes snap open, they all tilt their heads up before clasping their hands together out of some sort of reverence. The longer she watches the more it looks like they’re listening to something. Slowly her and Finn see smiles begin to form on their faces, albeit who’s mouths they can actually see. After a moment they bow their heads again, before unclasping their hands.

They see the woman on the far left immediately cackle and gesticulate with her hands with joy

Emruz: “I KNEW IT I KNEW IT, ony two more days’ time, our grace is amazing indeed finally we will bring down those who stand upon their ivory towers, bring them crashing down to a place wherein we might exact our revenge and force their penance.” Ida: Next to her the drow contemplatively nod in agreement while ???: The tiefling keeps his hands clasped together in reverence muttering “ohh it is true it is true, finally we are ready to enact his great design, the results of our tireless devotion…” Olst: the human next to him chuckles as well “the streets above shall run red as they so deserve, the brood will overtake them at every turn, their defences shall be their very ruin”

The four walk up to the blood pool and touch its outer rim bringing one other hand up to their lips, they speak a coded hymn out loud, as they do they their hands glow a faint red before they are surrounded by a flash. Once complete they step away again, the elf woman speaks up once more

Emruz: “may their soak in their own fluids” before she cackles wildly again.

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Notes:

🗡 Keva pocketed another「 Red Letterhead Token ✨ 」 🍺 Plum holds the「 Jailer’s Keys ✨ 」 💀5 guards seem to be lax in their duties....

- 48 Hours until 📜🩸 The Reckoning 🩸📜 -

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Lazy People’s Club for the Sleepy and Tired | 7

blooming | into the light

Pairings: Noctis/Reader Genre: Friendship/Romance/Friends-to-Lovers Tags: Fluff, Humor, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, and an inappropriate amount of references to video games and classical music and literature titles, no beta we die like men ;;v;; pre-canon a.k.a before FFXV Chapter Rating: T Crossposted on: AO3 Summary: Rules to join the Lazy People’s Club for the Sleepy and Tired: 1) One must love sleep. Sleep is love. Sleep is life. 2) One must be tired. Physically or emotionally, both are acceptable. 3) One must love video games. Halfhearted interest in video games will result in immediate termination of membership.

Fortunately, Noctis falls into all three categories.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: in which noctis takes a nap with his new friend

SOME WOULD CALL IT A childish fight. A hug, a peck on the cheek, and all that’s left is for you to make up with him. Yet, the thought crossing your head isn’t one of apology, not that you had anything to apologise for. Byron’s transgression is expected for one such as him, and you were long beleaguered by his critical dissection of your decaying life.

“You don’t even know how to love to begin with.”

You repeated his choice of words, knowing they were uncalled for.

The very same words Byron uttered, a callous weight to the sentence. Somehow, it sounded stupid for some reasons. Logically thinking about it, all human beings are capable of loving, wanting to love, and yearning to be loved in return. And love takes form not only as eros, the romanticism portrayed in novels of passionate rapture; ludus spoke of the playful love between two persons, agape represents the universal and unconditional love, and philia—the mutual friendship, the bond you now share between the prince and his excitable companion.

They, too, are forms of love.

And you are capable of loving them just as much as you loved everyone else.

Just thinking about your butler’s cryptic words hurt your head. Your half-eaten lunch of ham-and-egg sandwiches lay in a plate on your table, but you’ve long lost the appetite for it. Not when your head’s all wrapped up in thoughts of Byron, Byron and his dismissive nature, Byron and his stupid long ponytail, Byron and the icy glaciers in his murky eyes. Byron who tucks you in your bed once upon a time, Byron who coddles you with books and ribbons and food, Byron who takes you by your chin and whispers into your ear that you’re not made for this, you’re not made for loving, you’re not meant to be loved—

you were not born out of love

—ah.

Father is in your head again.

You bury your face in your arms, slumped over your work table in a helpless heap. Father and salt-and-pepper for his beard, a balding head, crow’s feet crinkling his eyes in that expression of perpetual disappointment. When he holds you with rubbery hands, you know a severe lashing is in order. What does he care anyway? He’s never hid the fact that he wedded mother—sweet Mnemosyne Ignatius born into a family of commoners—not out of love, but out of sheer profit. Her indomitable intelligence captures his attention, and being the strategist he is, seeks to claim her like a piece of land for Lucis.

If he could engineer genetics to provide the best of both parental genes, then you supposed you were the test tube baby. Science breeds love. And you were a product of it.

In fact, you would’ve been a genetically superior species if not for a slight defect; you are a daughter, and not a son. What is seen as the pride of the Andronicus is lamented as a tragedy spanning generations and generations of males, all bones and skeletons chanting your name as a curse from their graves.

Disgusting daughter of the Andronicus doesn’t need to go out for school, they say, so keep her in the house and give her home tutors.

What could you do? What could you do to outshine others when you’re already shadowed from the start?

Trying to win father’s approval, your tiny hands constructed a manor out of building blocks.

The base would be your education, first and foremost, whilst its pinnacle will be your induction into the Lucian council. Touted as a bright child whose intellect surpasses those your age, your primary education flew by in just several years. Then comes your secondary education at ten, swallowing algorithms and equations and history and Crystal knowledge and regurgitating them with your fingers down your throat within three years. Fourteen and dying, tertiary education waits for no one but those who persevere; thick textbooks are your bedtime stories and writing discursions is your forced hobby. Academic journals are your daily reports and publications bearing the penname T. Andronicus is a common quote from one scholar to another.

With this, you had hoped, at the very least, father’s impression would improve. ‘Look, father, look—I’ve graduated at nineteen with a doctorate!’ you’d rehearse in front of the mirror, and father would finally regard you with light in his eyes and an approving hum of ‘yes, child, I see it now; you’re definitely an Andronicus, worthy enough to carry on the family name.’

But no.

Disallowed from attending your own graduation at the prestigious Lucis University, confined to the living room with only Byron and the chancellor of Lucis U attending, the ceremony is a disquieting funeral progression in all blacks. No commemorative pictures, no bouquets of flowers, no twirling of doctoral gown, and certainly no tossing of tudor bonnet. Not when father’s a lingering presence around the corners, watching.

In the end, what did nineteen years of your life amount to?

Nothing.

Nothing but a rolled up piece of paper.

With a weary sigh, you drag your unwilling body from the table, approaching your trusty cupboard of escape. All the emergency supplies are neatly folded within, clean white linens and scent of sunshine on the sheets. Wrenching the contents out on the floor, you make your way to your favourite spot by the glass windows, where the sunlight falls just right and the warmth seeping through the glass panes feels just nice. An afternoon nap is in order, and you’re not going to take no for an answer.

A customary action you’ve already perfected, you lay out the sheets, layered it up with comforters, decked the corners in pillows and bolsters, and leapt onto your private heaven. Always in an oversized shirt too big and pants too baggy, you shimmy down your blanket and bury your face in the reprieve, even if outside, Insomnia is a constant force in the world.

You don't have to care.

You don't have to care at all, for it is a world out of your grasp.

Scrubbing away all remnants of Byron and father and papers and pens, you turn to your side and grabbed a pillow, encasing it in a bear hug. Sleep will come, sooner or later, even if it rides a late train.

That is, until, you hear the doorknob turning.

“—and the teacher said it too!”

from the other side of the door, mama laughs. you couldn’t see her past this wood, but you could just image the way her face lights up with mirth, her luscious curls bouncing, her shoulders shaking. somehow, the thought makes you smile too. even if you’re separated by this door, nothing separates the bond between a mother and a daughter. what was it called again, in that blue-and-red book byron got for you? oh—right, storge. a bond built upon empathy, familiarity, and the natural love between parent and child.

if this is truly love, then you’d never want to let it go.

when mama’s laughter dies down and she speaks up again, it is all breathy with a trace of melancholy. “byron,” she says, and the albino standing by straightens up at the mention of his name. “thank you, thank you always for risking your life to bring us together. i can’t repay you enough. if—if quintus knew of this, then you’d surely—”

the steady footfalls of byron approaching your location echoes in the parlour, and he too kneels by your side, pressing a gloved hand on the door. it’s as though he could feel mama, just like you. “not at all, lady mnemosyne. taking care of her is my job. and,” he pauses, eyeing you from the corner of his eye with a smirk, “even if taking care of kids isn’t my specialty, the astrals are helping out loads. six knows how rowdy she can get when she’s bored.”

in an instant, your face shoots up in flames. “whuh—hey! that’s soooo not true!”

he laughs. and mama laughs too.

but mama’s laughter is strained, breaking at the edges.

WHAT GREETS HIM WHEN HE steps in is the usual plateau of Insomnia’s generous panorama of skyscrapers—and the sight of you, all cuddled up on your makeshift island of blankets and pillows by the sunshine. This time around, you noticed his presence straight away, for you sat up on your bedding and gave him the haziest of looks, one with half-lidded eyes, mussed up hair, and a drooping neckline teetering on the edge of your shoulder, revealing the sharp cut of your collarbones.

In other words, Noctis realises as he shuts the door behind him, you are a mess.

By all means, it’s not unexpected, he supposes. Last week ended on a sour note with your butler being a jerk not only to you, but to him and Prompto as well. The albino scoffs at the idea of ‘friendship’ and probably thinks it’s like a kid’s show, one with loads of rainbows and glitters raining from the sky in all its neon glory. Friendship is magic or whatever it is that Kenny Crow squawked in an ad by the subway. In a ritual increasingly habitual to him, he slips off his loafers and socks, drops his satchel behind the door, and plods over to you.

“Hey, you look like shit,” he says—and he can mentally imagine his etiquette tutor screaming at him at the back of his head because he did not just address a female nobility like that and oh Six where have I gone wrong? as she wrings her hands tragically. Still, his casual greeting cracks the sleepy stupor you’re in, and your lips curve into a small smile. It’s nowhere a big one, but it’s a start.

A hand rubbing your eye, legs splayed by your sides, you yawn. “Compared to you, yeah I look awful. What’s with all the getup? Some fancy royal stuff you had to attend, Prince?”

Oh—right. It had been the norm to show up in shirt, cargos and boots to your room, so you obviously haven’t seen him in a black dress shirt, fitted pants, and matching tie. Cufflinks and tie pin too, if he were to count that in. Being subjected under your intense scrutiny puts him in an awkward spot, so he looks away and busies himself with unfastening his diamond cufflinks, drawing his sleeves up to his lean forearms.

“Yeah, last paper for finals today,” Noctis grouses, rubbing his nape. “Lucis U and their formal dress code, seriously.”

That makes you laugh, a small sound in a room too big. And that, that’s definitely a good start for him.

“I feel you,” you agree in an almost placating manner, pulling a pillow to your chest as you rest your cheek against it. “They made me wear formal stuff for finals, even when I was taking it in my own house. Sheesh, talk about upholding the proud Lucis U custom.”

Leaning backwards and holding his upper body weight with an arm, Noctis regards you under curious eyes. “You’re a graduate of Lucis U too?”

“Yeeeep, that’s the one. Just don’t call me a senior or alumni or whatever,” you brush it off, shaking your head. The subject is dropped just as easily as a new one is introduced, something you’re skirting around again. “Anyway Prince, now that it’s the end of the semester for you, what’re you gonna do? Got some exciting plans all laid out?”

Well, that’s a first. He’s hardly heard you talking like this, all laidback and bare to the world—to him. Mentally filing away the random trivia in his head, Noctis studies the lazy hints of a smile on your lips before shrugging. “Nope. It’s December and I’ve got absolutely nothing to do.” He pauses for a while. “Well—except Justice Monsters is gonna come out with a new game soon, but you know how they’re always teasing us with the release.”

At the news, your eyes are round, blinking at him owlishly. Half of your face buried in your pillow, your voice comes out muffled. Almost reminiscent of a preying cat waiting for the perfect moment to ambush his legs, Noctis thinks to himself as you speak up. “Justice Monster series? You mean the arcade ones, right?”

“Yep, that’s the one,” he repeats your words right back at you, and he doesn’t miss how you wrinkle your nose at him in mock exasperation. “Their last game was what—four years ago? Prom said they’re revamping their whole system to make it new, but I don’t know if that’s the case. Kinda liked the old battle system, to be honest. Can’t add much to a pinball game anyway.”

For a moment, there is a lull in the conversation.

You’re all quiet, contemplative, eyes trailing down from his nose and resting on his knee, and all Noctis thinks is that he’s messed up somewhere. But it’s a video game and you’re a diehard fan of games, right? So what’s with the awkward silence?

“I’ve never played Justice Monsters before,” you say, a slow and thoughtful drawl of your words. Almost too loud in the deafening silence of this room. “Since they’re all arcade stuffs.”

That’s not a problem because Noctis supposes Justice Monsters series isn’t for everyone and the gaming machines are all located in rowdy arcades, teeming with high schoolers raring to outdo each other in high scores—oh.

Arcade.

He almost wants to drag a hand through his face at his momentary lapse in judgment. “My bad.”

“Nah, no harm done,” you reply, and there it is again, the fledgling of a smile on your face. “I just know most of the console stuffs since I can play it from home, and that’s easy enough. Any chance of Justice Monsters being ported to console or mobile? Maybe I can get a chance to play it someday.”

All he can do is to shrug, scratching his cheek. “Don’t hold your breath on it. If it took them this long to release a game, it’ll probably take them decades to port it over.”

You make a noncommittal sound at his answer and flop backwards, snuggling in your nest of pillows and blankets, sprawling all over the white sheets. The drowsy haze is back at it again, gradually consuming your limbs, starting from the languid curl of your legs to the indolent circling of your arms around a pillow. Rays of sunlight fall on your features in fragments, the warmth from the sun a stark contrast against the biting chill of your room. Sleepy, lazy child of the Andronicus, all nestled up in your kingdom of pillows and fort of sheets. Always tired, always sleeping.

Finding neither the need to break the silence nor the want for a new conversation, Noctis hooks a finger in his necktie and loosens the loop strangling his neck. He throws the silk piece aside and sets to work on rearranging your feathery mountain of pillows, making some space for him. If anything, you don’t seem to mind it at all. Your encouragement is to pat the space right beside you, already relinquishing the hold of several pillows to be gifted to his territory. By the time he’s done, he’s already lying on his back, taking in the arabesque detailing on the plaster ceiling, half of your pillows by his side.

It’s a quiet affair, lounging about like this.

You’re not talking, he’s not talking, and that’s fine. Conversational silence is an art many failed. Cold silence is offset by the warm brushes of sunlight on his skin, all over his body. The fuzzy hum of the central air conditioning, your even breathing, and just pillows. Very fine pillows, he thinks, as he shifts about to get the perfect position on this little island.

Undisturbed by his presence, you continue to stare into space, lost in your thoughts. A blank look he’s seen for weeks now, eyes trained on the ceiling, broken by the slow flutter of your eyelashes every now and then. Almost like a default expression of yours but you made a favourable impression so far, starting from the smaller smiles and even smaller laughter. He’s not expecting full-out chortles like Gladio or one of Prompto’s indignant cries, but you’re getting there—slowly.

Maybe by the time he’s King of Lucis, you’d wield an array of expressions like King Regis’ Armiger, ready to laugh, ready to smile, ready to shout your way to the top as his strategist.

And he thinks Prompto will like that very much.

Gazing at the parading clouds in the sky, cotton white on baby blue with just the barest hints of crystal pink from the magic barrier, you finally breathe out a sigh. “Hey, Prince? You wanna sleep together?”

He blinks.

Distracted by the hushed tranquillity of your room, Noctis almost misses your question. Craning his head to get a better look at your face, his eyebrows furrow in automatic. “Uh—what?”

Did he mishear that?

“I said, you wanna sleep together?” you repeat a tad bit firmer this time, rolling sideways to look at him. “I’ve got extra blankets and pillows back there. You look like you could use some extra hours ‘cause your dark eye circles are starting to scare me.”

Geez, that’s what you meant. You almost gave him a premature death. With how your face is clean from any suggestive traces of—whatever it is, all that you’re offering him is an invitation to sleep. Nap. Pillows and blankets provided. Absolutely free of charge. All of that, and something else. Friendship. Unspoken in the air.

“I blame it on the finals. Too much Ebony and too little sleep,” Noctis grumbles, pressing a hand to his hair as the beginnings of a yawn threaten to ruin his denial. “But nah, I’ll pass—“

Aaaaand you’re already up and about without even caring about what he has to say, walking towards the cupboard in a few resolute steps, wresting the doors open. Emptying the entire content of two comforters and three pillows stacked on your tiny arms, you cross the entire length of the floor with the same hurriedness as before. In dogged determination, you fuss about with donating his landscape of pillows with even more pillows and almost buried him under two comforters before you’re finally satisfied with the arrangement.

Dusting off your hands, you return to your half of the land and slip under your blankets once more, pulling them up to your chin. “Good night, Prince. See you later.”

He isn’t even given a say in the matter? “Hey, wait—“

Turning away from him, you pull your blankets over your head and all is lost to the world.

sunday. sundays are best spent with family, a quality time shared between parent and child. to you, no day matters more than the days you spent with mama, reverential over the piano keys she pressed, keeping every single musical masterpiece locked tight in your mind. today, a sunday, is just as good as any other day as byron places your hand in his, guiding you to the parlour by the piano room. he must’ve felt your excitement since you bounce on your feet and eagerly sat by the adjoining door the moment you entered.

two quick knocks and a word. “mama—“

only, her shrill scream answers your call.

THAT FEELING WHEN HE’S HIT with one of Prompto’s misfired stopcast in one of their training rounds? Yeah, that’s exactly what he feels like, now that he’s up. Or barely up anyway. Crimson stains the rumpled sheets, telling him of a sunset bleeding past the skyscrapers and blending into the distant horizon. A persistent hammer is hitting the back of his brain and his throat is all scratchy, bordering on a gaiatoad’s croak. Another nap sounds like a brilliant idea, but two things are nagging him right now; one: his shoulder aches like Gladio took him camping, and two: someone’s phone is in his face.

Forcing the sleep away, Noctis rubs his eyes and attempts to straighten his vision.

Phone. Hands holding said phone. A distinctly feminine face and complementing effeminate features attached to said hands. Sloppy shirt and a drooping neckline and all clean cuts of collarbone with a blanket hiding the rest of the body beside him. Shoulders rising and falling in steady breathing, wordless.

What in the Six is this.

Is this a newer version of a wet dream? With girls showing up in his bed, holding up a phone to his face? That’s impossible. His toes are freezing and his fingernails are bluish bordering on purple and this really doesn’t feel like any of those hormonal teenage fantasy phase he outgrew—even if it’s too realistic to begin with.

“Hey Prince, you’re up.”

Where has he heard that voice before?

Eyes peer curiously from behind the phone.

“Prince? You up yet?”

And quite suddenly, everything jolts back into his head like someone’s hit rewind on a tape; the stiff pain in his shoulder is because he’s an idiot for rolling in his sleep and ended up lying on his side, he drove his Audi to the Citadel to make a long overdue visit to your room, the finals seized him by his throat while it had Prompto in a chokehold on the wall, Ignis made oatmeal and berries for today’s breakfast, and—

“Slow start, huh?”

—right.

Finally, everything makes sense.

“Yeah,” Noctis finally finds his voice, even if it is raspy like he spent a night at a karaoke box with the gang—minus a brooding, dismissive Ignis who’d rather be found in a bookstore. “I feel like a zombie.”

Now you’re looking at him, all sympathetic even as you’re tapping on your phone. “That’s awful. Those late-nighters finally caught up to you, huh. Want some aspirins?”

As groggy as he is, he has half the mind to refuse your offer. “Pass. I’ll be okay.”

“If you say so.”

A distracted reply.

And a distracted reply from you only meant one thing: King’s Knight.

He’s not wrong when he sees your fingers working on overdrive over the screen, chewing on your bottom lip in pure concentration. Entirely absorbed in the game, teeth grinding, brows stitched together, it almost looks like you would break your phone if you missed out on a combo or two. He knows he can count on you to wake up only to play King’s Knight and tune out everything else on Eos if it meant clearing a raid with a perfect score. But at this point, he’s torn between deciding whether your obsession with the game borders on downright lunacy, or you’re going to drag him deeper by his feet into this hell as well.

The dramatic moment ends with much harrumph on your side and you lifelessly throw yourself on your back again, phone aside. Blue eyes stray from the way your brows are pinched together and your teeth littering your bottom lip with bites, to the sprawl of your arm and down your phone, where DEFEAT drops over the screen in gruesome reds and blacks.

Ah. Right.

Losing a raid is always frustrating, that’s for sure.

“That sucks.” This time around, he’s the one who’s sympathetic. “What raid was it?”

“Against one of the Einherjars.” You mourn, rolling over to your side. Face half-obscured by your hair, falling over your cheeks, Noctis isn’t sure what to make of your expression. Is it one of resentment? Or simply one of lament? Turning on his side, Noctis squints to get a good look as you continue your spiel of grief. “You know these Einherjars, right? You gotta fight them to recruit them?” At his nod, you continue—not before sighing deeply like it’s a long-suffering disease. “There’s a secret dungeon in Yeiva Village where you can fight the Einherjar Callisto. And he pretty much trashed me good. Real good. I got wiped in 1.5 minutes flat.”

“Probably because Kaliva’s cooldown on his shield takes fifteen seconds,” Noctis offers his conjecture, in which you meet with rapid agreement. “Sure, Kaliva’s got high resistance towards magic but he’s a glass cannon at physical defence. He can’t take those big attacks if the boss comes at him.”

“That’s so true, Prince,” you mutter under your breath, rolling your eyes. Your free hand reaches out to tuck the offending locks of hair behind your ear, and you all but pulled your blanket over your shoulder again, smothered in a cocoon. “Necromancer Kaliva’s got better RES than most, but his DEF is still tiny compared to Warrior Ray Jack. Ugh. This feels so hopeless. I can’t get that Einherjar at this rate.”

Noctis bites back a small laugh.

Because—seriously, are you actually sulking over this?

Fumbling under the covers, he reaches for his phone and draws it out of the pocket. Within two clicks of unlocking and logging into King’s Knight, he settles his eyes on you again, fighting the grin that’s starting to grow on his lips.

“Hey, c’mon. Let’s try again. I’ll tank it for you.”

[tbc.]

if someone says they’re gonna tank a boss for you, those are words of pure love right there. ;;v;; <3 honestly this chapter is such a warm fluff when i wrote it (im around chapter 17 rn where sweet fluff happens again) and writing fluff makes everyone happy <3 except. when plot comes into play. that’s when tragedy happens. ;;v;;

out of curiosity, how tall are you readers? ouo ) if you readers don’t mind sharing? or what sort of height would you readers prefer? or would you readers prefer if there is no mention on height at all? i was writing a chapter and encountered some difficulty as i couldn’t imagine the average height of the readers of this fic in comparison to noct (involving some brushing-touching-feely stuff), so i’m trying to establish some average height to get it going. <3 please and thank you, if you don’t mind!

PREVIEW: “Never seen you standing around out here before,” Noctis says, and only then he manages to draw your attention to him. “Morning. Got your groceries delivered again?”

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tvshowsyespls · 5 years ago

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It’s not just their interaction that matters, it’s seeing their actions whilst fully aware of their pasts to identify growth/change and how others can see their love even when they are not physically together: it’s in how Josie says ‘my father is a fool, one look at you and he should’ve known how this would end’, it’s in how Bellamy seems to ‘care about her more’ than everyone else he cares about (according to J, who is apparently great at reading people est. ep7). It’s how Russell says to Josie ‘have you become so callous to the feelings of others that you don’t remember what it’s like to lose someone you love?’ when canonically she has only expressed loss with Gabriel. She talks about how G has been trying to kill her for 70 years and says ‘relationships, yknow?’ As if B was gonna be like ‘lol tru’, then she takes a walk down memory lane, saying ‘besties’ before claiming how BC is ‘weird’. You’re right Josie, louder!

It’s weird because in s1, the script says Bellamy was thrown by the intimacy then said that for a moment Clarke wanted to run away with him as she held his face in her hands? platonically?What even?? I know, so glad we got this 131 year old slow burn instead. It’s weird because they flirted and C invited B to get a drink with her but B turned her down, choosing to be the responsible boy that will have his fun when the grounders come... It’s weird because there was a Lexa-Clarke-Bellamy love triangle according to Alycia (Do I even need to go on?)

It’s weird because Clarke jumped on Niylah after putting her hand on top of hers that were on her shoulders, it’s her mating ritual for when she wants to get laid. Observe: she pulled the same shit on Bellamy in the list scene only for him to tell her ‘get some sleep’ (LOL awks - who told her to platonically smush her face on top of their hands that rested on her shoulder for 10+ seconds - maybe B was thrown by the intimacy again bc he was like ‘gtg’ lol) and she ended up in Niylah’s bed the next morning.

It’s weird because Clarke was willing to sacrifice her mother in s3 (Abby was literally hanging when B came in right on time) but gave into Roan’s blackmail with B and Kane in s4 - WELL of course because Kane is her stepdad!!! but...she was willing to let her mum die and that’s exactly what she reminds Roan and the viewers before it becomes canon that Bellamy is THAT pal ™ that is more important than your mother + 50 skykru lives that were dropped from the list just like that even though the whole season Clarke had been all for her people first. Remember when he was about to open the bunker and Clarke fully thought she was saving the human race by locking skykru in but let B open it anyway, crying as she couldn’t even shoot him in the leg or something? Talk about WEAK! Bellamy somehow convinced her to let everyone in?👀 Clexa coalition parallels anyone? No? Ok.

Remember how she looked as she volunteers to go with B to get Raven even tho 5 secs ago, she was ok leaving her and every other friend and human out to die? (Sidenote: ‘I never meant to hurt you’ like CLARKE PLS, you were about let around 600 people die and ur talking about Bellamy? Check urself, he’s pissed too - until he isn’t because Clarke says ‘nothing is okay, no matter what I choose, somebody always dies’ which makes B make light of it (bc he always understands) with ‘not shooting me was the right choice’ leading to it being canon that BC staring at each other causes them to run over someone and crash their very necessary life-saving vehicle... Who tf wrote this???) Throwback to TondC (‘I did it to save Bellamy’ followed ‘what if I sent him in there to die’ which followed ‘you should go, I was being weak’ - the LENgths she was willing to go to progressed with her worry for him that it was truly tragic for the grounder villagers (but tbf Lexa did convince her so Heda is right, they totally couldn’t have created a fire diversion as Clarke suggested) and that worry turned into literal platonic love as, for a moment, it was tragic for everyone outside the bunker too that second times C had to make a similar choice. The narrative really made Clarke say and do those things in that order huh? Wow) Remember how she was ready to let O die and keep B in the bunker, have him hate her to parallel kabby that season? HOW is B still alive? He was all like ‘I’m not gonna be in the bunker’ and Clarke’s like ‘you WILL’ before he even finishes his sentence lol. He did say ‘people die when you’re in charge’ and yet... it’s almost like idk, Clarke never wants to lose him ever.

Platonically of course because their attraction to each other has disappeared since s1... because you see that person and you’re like ‘lol nvm, ur not as hot as I remember 6 years ago when we were giving each other the looks™’ right? So you just watch them make out with their SO twice in canon to drive that point home. Especially when it’s your bff that you talked to everyday for 2199 days according to Flame!Madi who strutted right up to Bellamy, demanded he forgive C (lexa, is that you fighting in Clarke’s corner? 😭) before telling him something she ‘SHOULDN’t’ tell him?? Sorry Clarke, was this a private thing that Madi was privy to that she felt she shouldn’t expose or did you tell her not to mention it?? Madi said ‘she called YOU’ lol, like when is Madi gonna expose Clarke’s radio calls to Raven pls, I need the platonic princess mechanic relationship instantly restored like that! The radio call elixir: makes you soft for you bff and invite her to decide the fate of the human race as you always do (we genuinely love a platonic team!) despite the fact she left you to die 2 days ago for endangering her kid in the name of stopping the war, which she herself decided to later do after Lexa, her romantic soulmate, tells her not to make the same mistake she did because it would be her biggest regret. Lexa tells C don’t abandon your platonic pal™, love is not weakness and life should be about more than just surviving. Did Lexa say Bellarke rights, Clarke be happy and let yourself love him? No, Lexa wants BC to live like her and Clarke did in her bed? No, no, Lexa said ‘live like Clexa, but don’t have sex’? Yup that’s what happened. And C has the audacity to say ‘save him’ after giving her child permission to walk into a war zone and endanger her life like.. I prayed Lexa protects Madi yes pls.

Either way, let your bff know you love him! Say ‘bro, you kept me sane and I love you for that’- it’s easy gsjsjah why you making it so hard, girl?? Hug and move on, let’s go! There was a perfect opportunity around that fire where you instead wasted time saying ‘all of me for all of us’ to just B? (All of u is for all two of you huh? Jk jk lol this is the most platonic thing in s5, I digress) before giving him ur bread lmao y so dramatic, we love extra af jokester pals (I do really like the platonic bad jokes fr tho 😂👌🏾)

(All is fun and games until the joy of reuniting with Madi is gone the second she sees becho. Like SMILE, Clarke, your soulmate pal ™ found his romantic soulmate like you found yours, remember?)

EVERY DAY for 2199 days huh?: It’s canon that Clarke Griffin after getting radiation roasted, decided to pick up her radio from the floor with her blistered hand that first day to try to call Bellamy, wanting to find out asap if he were alive... He didn’t respond and C had two choices they were alive or they were dead? Either way she said fuck it, Imma hope he’s alive and imma call Bellamy every day like the pal™ that I am, not even thinking like this: ‘imma talk to lexa bc she’s the love of my life and it’s literally just been 2-3 months since she got put in the flame and the flame is on Earth with me so I’m at peace.’ Like why wasn’t that canon instead?? Instead we got ‘I still have hope’ @ B 2199 days later.

The platonicness of Madi looking at Bellamy only and going ‘Clarke knew you would come’ and grabbing him by the hand like she’s his BFF? (that’s Clarke’s BFF Madi, get your own!) sorry but Madi has never met him in her life but she’s like ‘Clarke’s in trouble’ and suddenly B has been kidnapped by a kid. The rest of spacekru left alone in the forest to figure out their own shit bc B said ‘gtg save my bestie brb’ - NOT EVEN, he straight up left them stranded LMAO. (S6 in a nutshell tbh) Then Clarke in s6 has the audacity to look caught ™ when B casually brings radio calls up as friends would, he says it’s a lil pathetic and Clarke becomes the literal sun and B becomes the moon, shining all the laughs right back at her. Meanwhile, Clarke’s large ass pupils are drinking in all this HAPPINESS - not to reach but was that an example of life being more than just surviving? We actually have time for jokes and banter now? Fck Yeah ✨✨

What’s funny is the fact that Jordan knew about the head and the heart convo from s4 because B must’ve told Monty/Harper somewhere between being on the ring and before going into cryo. Since s5 was canon of what happened between returning to earth and going into cryo, logic leads me to believe Bellamy talked to marper about the head and the heart on the ring. It’s funny how Bellamy still got emotional when she’s brought up 6 years after ‘her death’ (Clexa parallels anyone?) and funny how determined he is to honour Clarke’s last words (be the head so their friends survive) only to say ‘I don’t need you anymore’ under psychosis, is that a trauma I see? 👀 soz, did I miss the season Bellamy said he needed Clarke? Only Clarke says the word need (‘I need you’, ‘we need each other, Bellamy’) unless that’s what he meant when he said ‘you got it backwards’ (@ Jaha saying you keep her centered)or when he whispered ‘I’ve got you for that’ or when he shouted ‘I CAN’T lose Clarke... we can’t lose her’. Either way, I love platonic soulmates that need each other.

(Randomly just remembered when B had that nice pal talk with Wells about how Clarke never sees him when Finn’s around, lolll what?? Weirdo. BC parallels with Wells and Clarke? Yes pls)

Tell your bff you love them challenge ft. Clarke who said ‘u look fine today, sad boy so I’mma look you over from the tips of ur toes to the top of ur head platonically then tell you you’re special and that your sis will come around’ and B who canonically says ‘Clarke, if I don’t see you again-‘ only for Clarke to be like ‘you WILL’ before B even finished his sentence - it’s rude to interrupt your friends when they’re talking Clarke! He was only gonna say ‘may we meet again’ anyway bc for some reason y’all bffs don’t canonically say ‘I love you [bro]’ and maybe B knows it’s because you hate I love yous and don’t say it unless you think it’s goodbye forever.

It’s in how Clarke puts Bellamy at the same level as Madi and cannot face Bellamy in her mind space, despite him being alive, because she thinks that he thinks she’s a monster - she cannot see her platonic pal’s love, I love that trope. It’s in how Clarke says ‘I’m not leaving you’ because her biggest regret was leaving B in the pits (but also the time she left him after MW) and it’s in how Bellamy says ‘I won’t let you die’ after letting her die twice now, I call that growth. So J mocks their weird relationship and B is like ‘lols I know’. He has a girlfriend who lied to him about her past during the 6 uninterrupted years they spent on the ring and he starts an argument with her seemingly out of nowhere (after watching Clarke dance with the doctor) and lying that at the last party he was at, he couldn’t protect his sister when we damn well know that the last party he was at was Jasper’s, does echo not know about Jasper? Did no one (Bellamy) tell her? He didn’t have to say ‘the last party I was at’ he could’ve easily said ‘at the party on Ark’. The way he even said this sounded like he was telling Echo for the first time what happened to his sister... they didn’t talk about the reason he ended up on the ground whilst on the ring huh? When Echo says something reasonable, he snaps that this is about feelings and that he never knows how she feels about anything... sounds like he’s projecting but I’m not going to tell you how to interpret it. Then when Echo opens up about her past, B says ‘you told me you didn’t remember your parents’. I love watching becho development because it’s clear how becho are not as compatible as we would’ve thought. (My headcanon up until s6 for them was that they connected over their similar childhoods and responsibility to their people and share the burden of the sins they’ve committed to live and grow together whilst finding peace in each other)

(This is just a snippet of how I see BC and I have no reason to be biased towards it. In fact, during s2-3 I actively made myself ship Clexa more than I shipped BC because I wanted that win for lgbt rep - yes, my mind is that extra that even without social media influence on my binge viewing experience, I felt that Clexa deserved E V E R Y T H I N G so believe me when I say I didn’t want this blarke life 🙃)

Everyone is agreed that they have an awesome non-sexual soulmate love? Yes? I admit, they COULD be platonic, depending on your definition of sexuality. Platonic is defined as ‘love or friendship that is affectionate/intimate but not sexual’.

If Clarke died next ep, bellarke will be remembered as platonic by those that believe sexual acts are what make a relationship romantic and remembered as romantic by those that infer sexual chemistry/feelings/thoughts in certain bellarke scenes.

Imo, it’s not logical to believe sexuality is only physical: it goes against basic common sense in that people would only be considered straight/gay/bi etc. at the point of their first sexual encounter and dating relationships would be platonic until the first sexual act within it.

Personally, I think romantic relationships arise with intention: the shared understanding of what you are offering each other (sexual acts included) and how you prioritise your person over all other humans.

It’s not crude to appreciate the intricacy of physical attraction or understand the implications of it driving the need to be as intimate as possible with someone. And the problem with bellarke is that there IS sexual chemistry and attraction. It’s established in season 1 and it’s made headlines - not that you should care- but both types of people (that would now consider bellarke platonic and those that wouldn’t) probably picked up on it because this aspect of their relationship was planned and written into the story. Longing and pining to just BE with someone is the pinnacle of romance and not only is it canon that bellarke look at each other with humongous pupils, it is also canon (through writing, direction and music) that bellarke prioritise each other, are extremely vulnerable to each other, always want to be ‘together’ do things ‘together’ no matter what. So I’m failing to understand why people don’t want to look at all the evidence and draw the clear conclusion: Bellarke tick every box for a romantic relationship except sexual acts and I think it’s a disservice to not recognise the reality of them as the epic love story that they are. Let’s not even mention the possibility that the reason they haven’t ticked that box is because they have given themselves over to their people in selfless duty or continued trauma from lost lovers.

I’m gonna conclude by saying I ship Clexa and Bellarke but with what’s going on in the story rn, bellarke are it for me. I’d say endgame but it could all change if there’s narrative to suggest otherwise. What I see happening by the end of the series is lexa being back (in what capacity idk) and either Clexa or Bellarke being party to the ‘I will love you forever but I will learn to love someone else so that we can chersish the relationship we have for what it is, not what it has been or what it could be, and be happy together forever’ while the other is canon endgame. Or maybe be by the series finale we’ll get endgame polygamy? - Now that’s edgy af! But those are best case scenarios lol.

Realistically, atleast one of BC are gonna die, Lexa will be brought back as Alycia but not into the real world (unless we get plot that finally exposes the mental space realm??? That sounds fucking dope tbh - they’ve been teasing alternate realities this whole damn show and what is more sci-fi than that? It would also incorporate the flame and Jason loves the flame and Clexa love the flame so??? Anyone wanna hire me as a writer?) and there’s endless possibilities really so I’m conflicted between hoping that Book 2 is less about tragedy/survival and more about happiness/life and knowing that hope for the 100 is offbrand and too much of a reach, with the evidence that we have but the writers could easily get us all there, man. I’m excited!

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cupcakeshakesnake · 8 years ago

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Watching SU for the first time: Season 4 ep 11~15 (part 2)

This post reacts to Season 4 episodes 113~15 (Gem Heist/The Zoo/That Will Be All).

I feel like my brain’s got a blue screen of death... jfc

Gem Heist

-*’I have a bad feeling about this’ intensifies*

-THERE’S A FUCKIGN RED EYE

-WTF?? AMETHYSTS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THAT BIG??

-NO WONDER JASPER CALLED AMETHYST A RUNT, BUT SERIOUSL, I LIKE SHORT AMETHYST BETTER, THIS IS SO UNCOMFORTABLE

-How the hell are they not able to see through the window from outside

-WHY DOES THE AMETHYST SOUND LIKE JASPER

-who the fuck is that cat ear haired dudette and why won’t she stop punching people

-This is so uncomfortable

-Sapphires must be pretty high-ranking in Homeworld society

-I never liked the homeworld society and I don’t like it now. Fucking hierarchy and bullshit.

-Are those jail cells

-i still haven’t gotten over that hair

-Please hold it together Ruby

-That does bring up the question, do gems speak English or is there some TARDIS translation circuit shit going on in there, like the CG’s can communicate with humans because they’ve been on Earth and there linguistics immediately adapted to their environment, but the gems in the zoo have never been exposed to Earth surroundings and therefore cannot understand the language of a native?

-I only just realized the zoo ship looks like those diamonds people put on rings.

-Oh and hold it together Amethyst...

-FUCKING RUBY

-HOLD IT TOGETHER RUBY

-Maybe it only opens for diamonds?

-I W A S R E A L L Y E N J O Y I N G T H E T O U R

-The gem at the back of Holly’s head makes her look like she has a permanent drop of cartoon sweat

-”NO RUNNING IN MY LOBBY”

-*shouts “WE DO NOT RUN OR SHOUT IN THESE HALLWAYS”* sounds legit.

-”Assimilation bay”? Assimilation: the act or process of assimilating, or of absorbing information,experiences, etc. Assimilate: to take in and incorporate as one's own; absorb ...Uh oh.

-HEY PERIDOT I FOUND YOUR FINGERS

-Reminds me of that one time I took an MRI scan. It was really loud and sounded uncannily like hardstyle music. Scanning with sick beats.

-STEVEN DON’T GIVE IN TO THE HUMILIATION

-But seriously what’s with the undressing that’s disturbing

-and there’s a giant eye watching

-Me too Steven, me too. Loincloths are one of the worst human inventions to ever exist. And now you look like some farmboy from medieval Japan.

-HE’S NOT OLD ENOUGH FOR FUCKING EAR TAGS

-Welcome to space Hawaii.

-”Your weird appearance, your strange jewels... I know what you are. YOU’RE HIPPIES!"

-the fuck

-did that episode seriously just cut off there

-I will now put my voice, specifically trained in the ways of the Whovians to scream the name of Moffat, to an unconventional use, to scream...

-REBECCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!1!!!!11!!

-*insert JonTron saying “What, What the fuck”*

The Zoo

-SKIP THE THEME SONG

-’TIS A PRETENTIOUS FACADE OF RAINBOWS AND FLOWERS PLANTED TO DISGUISE THE INFERNO THAT IS CURRENTLY TAKING PLACE

-Space Hawaii... with Minecraft grass.

-”Gareg”

-That name sounds kinda Star Wars-y

-And now I have conflicting feelings about the zoos we have on Earth, I mean, is that what animals think of zoos, but only way worse? No grass, no trees, just concrete and spectators? (I mean, some zoos are really nicely set up but others are not so good.)

-Annnnd introducing people from all over the world. KIDNAPPED humans.

-Now imagine Steven freeing all those humans and bringing them to Earth and Peedee just waking up and going to work one morning to find 20+ people in loincloths chanting “The buts, the bits”

-What the fuck, glowing earpieces

-For a moment I thought it was gonna say some 1984 shit “WAR IS PEACE. FREEDOM IS SLAVERY. IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.”

-Well that still sounds like brainwashing to me

-MINECRAFT FRUIT

-MINECRAFT QUILT GRASS

-Reminds of the scene in Kungfu Panda 3 where all the pandas roll downhill.

-HOW THE FUCK IS THAT VOICE WATCHING

-SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING THEY’RE DOING

-I BET IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT SPACE EYE

-IT REMINDS ME OF THE CYBERMEN EARPODS FROM DOCTOR WHO SERIES 2

-*WHAT THE FUCK INTENSIFIES*

-”What if I don’t want to smell the flowers?” Then you will be EXTERMINATED.

-But seriously, this is really unsettling.

-By “refreshing bath” you mean sitting dramatically in a fountain with all your clothes on

-Without even wetting your hair

-CANNONBAAAAAAALL

-”Raised in captivity”

-That sun is really bugging me for some rea-WHAT THE FUCK

-I kid you not, I legitimately yelled “WHAT THE FUCK” when it started eclipsing

-I thought it was gonna turn into a giant eye or something holy shit

-Now it just reminds me of the night light in Bo’s room on Spirited Away

-How the fuck do they all get tired at the same time and how do they not get tired or bored of the same routine (from what I gather) every day. There is something seriously wrong with this. Or it’s just because they were indeed raised in captivity and i’m just overreacting.

-”I sure am tired from doing a whole lot of nothing”

-”It’s the door!”

-I mean there were literally like three banana leaves covering it

-That’s creepy

-you sure Greg, Steven has superhuman stregth, he can punch an arcade robot out of its stall...

-Maybe they just assume everyone’s asleep at night and don’t care what happens

-The WHAT?

-This is ominous

-U12, F3... they’re fucking numbered

-Wait but why do gems use human alphabets

-”choosened” Much grammar. Such wow.

-Wait is this some sort of breeding ritual Is this how those humans were born in the first place

-what the fuck

-THE FUCK

-what the fuck

-fucking fuck

-what the FUCK

-GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN, THE DOOR IS OPEN

-Amethysts working emotional support.

-So do they understand zoo humans but not Greg/Steven, or does it work differently?

-uh oh

-shit

That Will Be All

-*bad feeling intensifies even more*

-*Han Solo voice* I’ve got a baaad feeling about this.

-Well at least they’re out of the enclosure

-Are those Jaspers

-in... boxes??

-Are soldier gems usually kept in cat towers?? How do they even get up there?

-NOOO AMETHYST

-THANK FUCKING GOODNESS you had me scared there for a moment

-Like, thank fucking goodness. I’d really hate it if Amethyst went through even more shit than she already did.

-SKINNY JASPER

-LOL WUT

-what the fuck

-*in that screaming voice when you turn a corner in a horror game only to find the same monster that’s been hunting you down for the last twenty minutes patiently waiting for you* THEY’RE STILL THERE

-those cat tower holes are supposed to look like Kindergarten holes.. so that’s what they do?? Just stand in there??

THEY WERE EAVESDROPPING

-Except Ruby. She was prepared to punch someone.

-Who bubbled all these gems that look nothing like the one in my belly?

-”Oh no I’m crying, the enemy is near”

-WHAT THE FUCK

-Good to see YD lost some of that neck

-And apparently her trench coat/skirt thingy too

-*LOUD WALKING NOISES*

-Like seriously the diamonds are fucking HUGE ASS FUCKING GIGANTIC WTF

-Well, so much for the guy who theorized that Yellow Diamond is not huge and that Yellow Pearl is just tiny.

-I’m surprised that the pearls didn’t get accidentally squished already

THAT FUCKING SMUG ASS FACE

I cOulDn;T heLP MYSELFF

-AND NOW I’M CACKLING LIKE MAD

-I WAS CACKLING ALL THE WAY WHILE I WAS PHOTOSHOPPING THIS AND I AM SO GLAD I WAS ALONE AT HOME

-(Except for my dog. maybe he thinks I’m crazy now/)

-Anyway, back to the episode.

-destroy the WHAT NOW?

-Wait, did Homeworld bubble all the Rose Quartzes because of the one that defected?

-”Pearl, do something. Sing for her.” Yellow Pearl: “someBODY-”

-Yellow Pearl: “NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN”

-Yellow Pearl: “What is love, baby don’t hurt me, baby don’t hurt me no more”

-Yellow Pearl: “Turn down for WHAT”

-Yellow Pearl: “bobok bok bok bok bokbok bok bokbok bobok bok bok bok bokbok YEE”

-Yellow Pearl: “And I said HEYYEYAAEYAAAEYAEYAA “

-Yellow Pearl: “ROUND AND ROUND LET THE CITY TURN, PARTY IN THE HILLS WE CAN PARTY IN THE BURBS”

-Yellow Pearl: “SIE SIND DAS ESSEN UND WIR SIND DIE JAGER”

-Yellow Pearl: “wE, ARE THE CRYSTAL GEMS”

-Now I want a compilation of Yellow Pearl singing ridiculous things

-maybe I will make them myself.. but I only have Windows Movie Maker

-Shh, Steven, don’t sing along.

-HOLY FUCK IT’S THE SONG

-Makes sense that YD’s voice actor is a musical actress.

-AWW THEY’RE ON HER HANDS

-why do those pearls have such squeaky voices

-it’s certainly something different to see the main antagonist’s feelings being shown, and having her own song that isn’t about conquering and being evil, instead they’re shown to have feelings and caring about their friends and lost ones. I like that. Steven Universe makes it hard to really hate any character, because none of them are one-dimensional, they all have their own stories and personalities, there’s more sides to them than their first impressions.

-(I’m silently kinda thinking it would have been even more better if it was a duet but hey what we already got is great in itself)

-fucking holly agate

-dictionary agate

-Ruby is discomforted

-AND I GET WHY. THEIR PLAN’S ABOUT TO BE BLOWN

-o shit o shit o shit o shit o shit o shit o shit oshit

-DAMN BLUE DIAMOND WENT FROM GLOOMY TO EDGY SASS IN 0.1 SECONDS FLAT

-And Yellow Diamond just standing there like ‘wtf is going on’

-PHEWWWW

-I hope we get to see more of them in the future, it’ll be an interesting story arc. I’m curious as to what their positions and roles will be in the upcoming episodes.

H A HA H A

K we buds now? cool

-And to think I thought they were gonna be like purple Jaspers

I’m going ‘shit shit shit shit shit’ but at the same time I’m laughing so hard I can hear my ribs cracking

-*SILENCE*

omfg

-wtf she uses a whip too

-GARNEEEEEEET

-SHOWDOWN

-THAT COLLECTIVE FUCKING “OOOOOHHHHHH”

-DAMN PEARL THAT’s SAVAGE

-DAAAAYUMMMM

“U GOT BURNED M8″

Are all diamond ships arms? What is it with gems and arms anyway?

-It’s strangely aesthetic, though.

-Also, SHIP COLORS CORRESPOND TO GEM COLOR. Does this mean that Peridot was the leader of the mission after all, since her ship was green like her?

-Phew, safe return to Earth.

-smol cinnamon roll and his dad are safe.

-OR ARE THEY *OMINOUS END CREDITS MUSIC*

-OKAY

-So... that happened.

-IT FUCKING BROKE ME and now I’ll go watch the rest of Doctor Who series 9 to get even more broken

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dreamscript · 8 years ago

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HEY IT ME AGAIN-- LITERALLY SAME I GOT SICK AND LIKE IM STILL COUGHING AND I WANT IT TO STOP. LIKE. RIGHT. NOW. I hope you feel better soon! I can only imagine how bad you're suffering! Make sure to get lots of rest and binge watch Naruto hehehehe// I got sick around Christmas so it's kinda just here// But yeah lol just excuse me late responses (; 7 ; ) and yas girl just embrace you're inner otaku its okay xD (i wanna re-read Naruto actually//) OMG YES PLZ I LOVE YOUR FICS AND-

{CONT} YO HOW DARE YOU WRITE THAT JUNGKOOK FIC IM SHOOKED JKSDFNKJD// LMAO IF THAT AINT ME IN ANY MATH CLASS FUKFFKFKKFKF BUT ITS OKAY YOU CAN DO IT I BELIEVE IN YOU! There was freezing rain here a day or so ago. That was fun . u . (sobs) IF YOU COULD TWEEK MY BLOG OMG ID LOVE THAT. But the theme isn’t originally mine and I’d assume the original owner wouldn’t want the original code changed?

{CONT} IDK I wanted to change my theme for a while now // Something not endless scroll but just boxes for previews? Also I wanted a minimalistic theme based with pastel colours and black and white hehe/ ANYWAY NO NO WORRIES SOMETIMES IM JUST HERE WONDERING IF YOONGI SUED BIGHIT FOR DYING HIS HAIR TOO FREQUENTLY AND NOW HE BALD (LOL) BUT YEAH APPARENTLY THEY ARE SUPPOSE TO HAVE A COMEBACK IN FEBRUARY AND MY WALLET IS UPSET. I ALSO WANT THE NEW ARMY STICK FOR NO GOOD REASON AT ALL LOL

{CONT 3 xD} I’ve only read Naruto Manga so if you wanna screech with me about that lets do it ahaha/ HECK YES I WILL READ THEIR FIC- I WILL NOT STUDY JAHAJSDSDKJF Shout out to Cat and Fae too like i seriously love their fics- your Christmas series had me shooked!! Anyways I have so much work to do and so i will bother you later :) - Sakura !

IM HEALED AND BETTER NOW THANK YOU I HOPE YOU’RE FINE NOW TOO??!?! but i remember my doctor telling me once that if you’re still coughing like a month later you should get it checked out or something D:

and oh. my. god.

naruto.

LISTEN I LITERALLY CRY EVERYTIME IT MAKES ME SO EMO. I WATCHED NARUTO THE ROAD TO NINJA MOVIE LIKE TWO NIGHTS AGO AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY WATCHING HIM INTERACT WITH HIS PARENTS AND ALL LIKE D’:: highkey still hated on sasuke though

but yeah no it’s okay! i have super late responses as of late…. and it’s really only because i’ve been too emotionally spent by the end of the day or tired or busy or just “not feeling it”

idk, but i hope to get back into being more active. i miss this place. i miss interacting with others, as little of it i seem to be doing right now (guh _ _)

LOL I HAVE SO MANY SEX SCENES ALREADY PREWRITTEN OUT FOR HTE JUNGKOOK FIC AND SO NOW THAT I’VE GOT THE HARDEST PARTS DONE, IT’S JUST DOWN TO FILLING IN THE PLOT AND SUCH. aaaand that’s kinda hard too, but i think i’ll manage. hopefully.

(help)

dude it was rainy and windy and cold today and i had to go outside and the entire time i was walking/running/dying to class i was thinking a) why b) this was a Mistake

ah well in regards to your theme, usually the theme makers are okay with minor changes (sometimes major ones too) as long as you keep the credit and the changes are for personal use (as opposed to commercial use/redistribution, etc). just to be sure, you can just check their rules. they usually have that whole page/pop up or will simply include it in their theme code.

hmm what do you mean by boxes for previews? i don’t think i’ve ever seen such as thing. it sounds interesting, though. are they previews for like posts or…?

YEAH OMG I’M REALLY EXCITED BECAUSE FEBRUARY IS BOTH MINE AND ALSO @taesthetes‘ BIRTHDAY MONTH SO ITS LIKE A BIRTHDAY PRESENT WOOHOO

thank you for loving our collaboration! i’m still amazed on how quickly we got things put together and everything… honestly… cat and @zephyoongist are so talented i don’t know what i’m doing here :’) (or where i would be without them)

and now finally…

(for the maaaain event)…

okaY OKAY I WILL SCREECH WITH YOU ABOUT NARUTO. RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW. just under the cut because spoilers:

I’M SUCH AN EMOTIONAL WRECK OVER NARUTO THE ONLY BEST WAY I CAN TRULY EXPRESS MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS AT THE MOMENT IS JUST THROUGH BULLET POINTS SO:

i love kakashi

i also love gaara. i can’t choose between the two, but lately i’ve been more biased towards kakashi. i blame it on my sister because she’s always had a thing for him

(i still love you gaara its okay my sand child)

kakashi’s backstory had me in tears… like… with obito died and he’s telling kakashi he’ll give him his sharingan (the sharingan that he’d always been talking about that would get him to hokage) to be his eye to see the future…

i just..

fucking broke down man like dude… stop… you’re killing me here… and then how kakashi really changes afterwards

(okay but listen child kakashi was savage as fuck though and it was hilarious)

(also i know it’s a filler but that one episode in which it showed guy and kakashi comparing dick sizes as kids….,,..,.

….,,..i wasn’t expecting that at all but i don’t mind the info heheheheh heh /dies)

OKAY BUT THEN RIN DIES WHY

literally if she hadn’t died a lot of the issues in naruto wouldn’t have occurred but they fucking did

no i’m not blaming her she died for a noble reason okay it just makes me really sad i’m sorry

AND FINALLY MINATO DIES TOO AND KAKASHI IS THE LAST OF HIS TEAM IM EMO

on a side note minato and kushina were cute as fuck

ANYWAYS GAARA OH MY OH MY GOD MY POOR BABY as a kid he was so cute and just wanted some friends and was out helping all those villagers and such but then his damned dad just had to go and screw those things up like STOP IT HE;S MY CHILD

even though i love those two, my favorites are actually the akatsuki

like. they hate each other but istg they secretly love each other like have you seen kakuzu and hidan’s interactions??? they tease and insult and threaten (and have killed) each other but kakuzu is actually patient with hidan’s rituals and such, and hidan will still accompany kakuzu to the collection centers

also, when he sees asuma’s guardian shinobi thing the first thing that comes to mind is kakuzu and how he’d want him for the money and he’s like u gh but like !!!

and AND when hidan at first thinks he’s accidentally killed kakuzu in his fight with shikamaru & co., he has that look of panic ooooh my god I JUST GASHUDFJSDIJASD

also hidan is just hilarious. like when they go to recruit him he’s like “who are you guys, all wearing the same clothes?? are you guys an orchestra or band or something?”

/points at kakuzu/ bet you play the bass

/points at konan/ bet the girl does vocals and keyboards

/points at itachi/ …or do you do vocals…?

and then the first thing hidan and kakuzu do to each other is kill each other

the look of utter disbelief on both of their faces

“what the–why aren’t you dead?”

“bitch that hurt–wait. why aren’t you dead?”

but anyways we can’t forget about itachi and kisame either, now can we?? like. they are actually like the only partner group that openly got along with each other, and they were sad oh my god they were sad upon realizing each other’s death’s

and idk just the way kisame says “itachi-san” does something to me

i t a c h i

oh boy i have so much to say about this kid

but before i move on i must! address! the others!!

okay so like deidara is actually op as fuck and sometimes idk i feel like he doesnt get enough credit?? idk.

BUT LIKE LISTEN OKAY HE GOES THREE DAYS AND THREE NIGHTS TO SEAL THE ICHIBI AKA SHUKAKU AKA GAARA’S TAILED BEAST and then immediately after decides to take on naruto (and kakashi)

AND HE ONLY HAD ONE ARM AT THE TIME HAVING JUST LOST ONE IN HIS FIGHT WITH GAARA LIKE WHAT IS THIS STAMINA AND HOW DOES HE NOT BLEED OUT THIS KID IS FUCKING AMAZING WHAT THE HELL

and he’s 19 like lol what bye

but anyways, after his “fight” he loses his other arm because kakashi and now he’s armless BUT THIS KID STILL HOLDS HIS OWN though completely on the defense AGAINST TEAM GAI LIKE WHAT THE FUCK HE’S AMAZING and then he manages to create a bomb without using any sort of handseals and fools them all into thinking he’s dead

i love this boy give him a metal why did he have to die so early why (yet another reason why i dislike sasuke lmfao)

black zetsu scares the fuck out of me (esp when i learned of his true past and intentions) but white zetsu!! he’s such a sweetie holy shit

I JUST REALLY LIKED THAT TIME WHEN HE BURSTS INTO THE 5 KAGE SUMMIT AND HE’S LIKE “HALLLLOOO!!!!!!” WITH THE ARMS AND EVERYTHING DAW OMG

and also unlike so many others he actually likes everyone and when he saves deidara he’s like “you’re a fun guy to be around” and then and then later when he’s talking to tobi he reveals that he’s sad that so many of the akatsuki members died like D::

let’s not forget when black zetsu called him weak (they had split in two at the time) and white zetsu just kind of D: and wilts a little like ooHH NO oo baby it’s okay it’s okay

ahem

konan is so strong… holy crap… like… her ultimate attack? with the bajillion paper explosive tags disguised as a lake?? that go off for 10 minutes? holy fuck.

yahiko’s pretty damn hot if you ask me (yes i know he’s a cadaver in the main time period but listen)

idk my favorite arc of the entire thing was pain’s invasion of konoha… like from the moment jiraiya’s message arrived to when everyone got revived…. and then kakashi almost became hokage…

it was fantastic

i think it’s mainly because it was a mystery, race against time, battle thing all in one and it was so neat i guess

also you could see everyone in the village working together, fighting their hardest, showing their potentials for like, the first time ever

um um um okay sasori mentally scarred me as a child, and now whenever i hear the rattling puppet noises i immediately think of these scary nightmares i had after watching his fight with sakura… yeah, puppets scare me a lot now

orochimaru is a creep ‘nuff said moving on

tobi! i love this alternate ego of obito/”madara” like idk he’s so jumpy and honestly it’s fucking hilarious watching him because he’s so secretly op certain people underestimate him at first (and then others overestimate him because of his association with akatsuki)

like. when he was warding off konoha from itachi vs sasuke’s fight (which i am still emo about) he was just like playing whack-a-mole with them and then he’s like lemme use this ability! frill-necked lizard!

and they all kinda stand and stare at him intensely execting something legit

but in reality that’s it. the extent of htat ability is just him hanging upside down with the cloack falling behind him to look like a frill-necked lizard

and it’s fucking hilarious

i also thought it was fucking adorable when he and deidara first confront sasuke

and the little bitch goes ahead and slices through him

literally through him

and HE MAKES THE MOST ADORABLE NOISE BEFORE FALLING FLAT ON HIS FACE GAH

but sasuke thinks that he actually killed him and sasuke’s all like “one down”

and deidara just kinda

ugh this kid

and tobi gets up and brushes himself off like wow that was rly fast!!! and sasuke just >:/

URM OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT THE AKATSUKI MEMBERS

sorry i thought i should make this clear but i lowkey highkey have this vendetta thing against sasuke like this little shit

i mean ofc i know the reason for his disillusionment really isn’t all his fault like @ itachi really?

like really when he goes back to konoha and sasuke tries to kill him… he goes and easily breaks his wrist

and he kinda just considers him for a moment like

…hm

how about i….. make his situation even worse…?

and then traps him in a genjutsu that forces him to relive their parents death for 24 hours like why the fuck this is literally all your fault

and also on a side note, fuck danzo. why the fuck did the 3rd not kill him when he was supposed to. why. all the wrong people lived for far too long.

anyways

but yeah no idk i just really don’t like sasuke after he defected and became a Vengeful Teen

AND ITACHI’S STORY MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME HOLY SHIT IT MAKES ME SO SAD WHY DID THIS BOY HAVE TO SUFFER SO MUCH and then mess up his little brother’s psyche to the point in which he starts killing like everyone wtf

AHEM

another favorite moment arc of mine is the very beginning

like the first 15ish episodes

IRUKA SENSEI

he’s such a blessing. he’s literally one of those crucially important side characters and i appreciate him and i love him and it would’ve been nice to see more of him, but hey, that’s okay too.

(his part in the naruto road to ninja movie had me in tears. like at the end. fucking tears.)

like naruto and kakashi may be super close and stuff, but when he needs someone as a guardian, naruto turns to iruka and idk i feel that says a lot about their relationship and it makes me cry all the fucking time

um anyways yes i also love zabuza

he’s so strong and empowered

AND THAT WHOLE ARC MADE ME CRY A LOT TOO AND THE FACT THAT IT BECOMES SUCH AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE STORY MAKES ME SO FUCKING HAPPY

i have a lot more the say probably but it’s getting late and i need to take a shower and sleep and get up early in the morning to make food so i’ll just leave it at that

(i wrote a lot i know i’m sorry)

(hope i didn’t blow you away with any spoilers D:)

#my naruto gushing got a bit out of hand but i regret nothing #also when i say i cry #I ACTUALLY CRY #LIKE FULL ON CRYING #I NOW HAVE A BOX OF TISSUES ON MY DESK BECAUSE OF THIS #replies #love people #polarbearchan

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hatchibomitar · 6 years ago

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alright this has been sitting here for like a month and im tipsy so im gonna fkin answer it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

i have a great relationship with my mom!!

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

my girlfriend 😊😊😊😊❤❤

03: Do you regret anything?

oh sure i do! lots of little things. that’s anxiety babey. but i don’t regret any choices that have got me to where i am today

04: Are you insecure?

it depends on the day, i am some of the time - but it’s a huge improvement from the past omg

05: What is your relationship status?

in a RELATIONSHIP with the LOVE OF MY LIFE

06: How do you want to die?

i do Not like this question ! goodbye thot

07: What did you last eat?

salsa chicken and rice, and zucchini!!!!! and i might annihilate a pint of ice cream later

08: Played any sports?

yes omg i played soccer and lacrosse!!! i love lacrosse sm.

09: Do you bite your nails?

nope i never have! i used to rip them off though lmfao! not the whole thing!!!!! jsust bits

10: When was your last physical fight?

never lmao

11: Do you like someone?

yes

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

no oh my goodness i would literally die

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

sober kaiden might be all dramatic and say yes but white claw kaiden says No :-)

14: Do you miss someone?

yes :( i want to be Kissed!

15: Have any pets?

yA omg i have 2 cats at my mom’s house!!!!! i cannot wait until i can have my own pet

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

i’m actually feeling fgreat, it’s basically my summer break rn and usually i’d feel terrible with no strict plans of what to do, but today was so much fun. i had a great time just fuckin around. im very optimistic

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

HEHEHE oh my gosh, i don’t kiss and tell, but yes i do actually. ok so not a public bathroom but someone else’s bathroom at a party, yes, and my own bathroom, yes, and someone else’s bathroom, yes! i just love bathrooms (wow i sound so cis)

18: Are you scared of spiders?

not especially ! i am Not good at capturing them and also i cannot kill them, but i am sometimes ok with just letting them chill. ok maybe i lied. it depends

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

no 😤

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

the brit Popped Out! the last place was, the airport when i dropped my girlfriend off :(((((

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

omg well it’s still the weeknd rn? it’s sunday night. and my plans were: d&D!!!!!! and it was SO FUN!!! but next weekend, im seeing my bestie graduate college along w my other mt friends, and then on sunday i’m driving home 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

Yes I Do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i ‘m not super sure, maybe 2? 1 would be fine too but also i feel like siblings are great, even tho they’re terrible at the same time. like i’d face my brother in ritual combat but i would also slap a high schooler in the face for being mean to him, yknow

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

i do! i have 2 closed up ear holes.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

i was always great great great at english/reading/spelling! now i’m in college so like uhhh . i get to choose my subjects. so my best is photography ahah!! but i’m not bad at writing :-)

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

not desperately. sometimes i feel the urge to reconnect with old friends tho

26: What are you craving right now?

a Kiss!!!!!!

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

wait omg first i have a story. so on facebook they used to have those things where you’d answer questions, like this, in a note. i got tagged to do one so i did. let me set the scene. it was sophonmore year of high schoool. im 16. i’d broken up with my first “real” boyfriend a few months ago. so i was tagged for this shindig right.? it got to this very same question: have you ever broken someone’s heart? and i thought about this kid who i dated for 2.5 months...and i was like....well, clearly, he’s devastated we aren’t together! so i answered “Yes. Unfortunately.” ooohhhhh..... the drama.......the absolute emotion..... riveting.... who was he ? i was probably listening to jonas brothers SOS at the time.

anyway, how am i supposed to actually know ? like does sometone have to say “u broke my heart?” bc if so no one’s said that. but my last gf took the breakup v hard so maybe ? but i don’t wanna plant emotions in to anyone’s skull!

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

one of my exes sexted her friends. jury is still out on whether that counts, please lmk me know ur thots. kaelin, if ur out there, i’m so.................................happy that i haven’t spoken a word to you for 3 years. fuck off !

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Yes

30: What’s irritating you right now?

real quick, an update on the chocolate ice cream situtiaon. i’ve cracked open my pint, as well as another hard seltzer. i’ve also lit a candle. it’s a real production

anyway, no ! oh hahahah. sorry. thought it shaid who’s irritating you. ummm, personal stuff! but im not like mad. just personal drama

31: Does somebody love you?

lors of people do! and lots of people love You Too!!!!! you’re a delight!

32: What is your favourite color?

i LOVE yellow !!!!!!!!!!!! and blue, specifically teal! but not too dark of a teal you km,now ?

33: Do you have trust issues?

depends what im trusting them with !

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

i had a nightmare that i was sabrina the teenage witch and another witch was chasing me on a rooftop trying to kill me :(

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

hmmm idk actually bc it’s hbeen hard for me to cry lately :( probably maya ?

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

to be honest i don’t think i’ve often had the chance to Give a second chance

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

idk man iuhhh it’s kinda hard to just literally completely forget! and mnaybe not as healthy!

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

that’s kinda premature, it’s only april!!! but i suppose may is soon. idk im not sure! maybe every year is the best year of my life :-)

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

20 bb

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

i have ANaughT

51: Favourite food?

i would give up everything for a bgagel. i also LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVEE sushi! my fave roll is i think either spicy tuna w the spicy sawce or seared salmon ora spicy tuna hand roll. i fuck sushi

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

this is a hard question for me to answer bc i want to say yes but also i don’t think abuse or murder or bad things or unnecessary death happens for any reason other thna, it just does sometimes and that sucks real bad. so idk. i don’t think everything has a grand purpose. but i blieve in my life, everything that’s happened to me has in fact led me to where i am today and i’m learning and healing and growing. that being said i could do without some of the things that have happend to me!

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

read a storm of swords :00000

54: Is cheating ever okay?

no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the point of cheating is it’s a breach of Trust! and that’s not okay!

55: Are you mean?

i hope not :(

56: How many people have you fist fought?

what is with u brits

57: Do you believe in true love?

depends what u mean by true love...like in fairytales? i think true love is just loving someone so much you’re willing to work on whatever you need to to keep them. not unconditional in the sense of “even if they’re mean i still love them” but unconditional in the sense of “even if u fart in front of me i don’t care, and even if you go through hardship and aren’t yourself for a while i will still love you because im with u for real”

58: Favourite weather?

SUN SUN SUN my favorite is when it’s warm out, but there are clouds to gaze at. it’s kinda humid. there’s a slight breeze. oh gosh i can’t wait for the summer :*( im currently cyring

59: Do you like the snow?

i am so fucking tired of the snow LMFAO it snows 8 months of the year here and i’m here, guess what, 8 months of the year! i fuckin hate it! go shit on someone else, clouds

60: Do you wanna get married?

YES more than anything, so much, i want to, so badly

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD I DIE I MELT

62: What makes you happy?

sunshine, late night drives, laughing so hard my stomach hurts w/ my best frineds, playing d&d, writing poetry, thinking about how small animals’ feets are, petting my cat and making him purr, talking to my little brother about real stuff, kissing my girlfriend and seeing her smile, warm blankets when it’s cold, eating cookie dough, dancing, singing in the car, holding hands, walking in the summer and listening to my favorite podcast, talking about harry potter with my mom, playing overwatch in the summer with andy, going to council crest

the list could go on forever :-)

63: Would you change your name?

already did PAL!!!!!!!!!!!

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

only hard bc she’s not physically here rn. but no, it would be easy, beacuse she’s so kisssable

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

if you define sex by GENITALS YOU BIG BIBNCH then i don’t Have one

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

stop omg......

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

STOP OMG

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

hmmmmmmmmmm..... idk maybe jamie

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

i don’t necessarily believe that there’s 1 perfect person for everyone out there romatnically, but i believe thaere are people destined to be in your life and i believe there are people that you will click with just absolutely instantly and feel an incredibly deep connection with, whether it be romantic or not

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

kinda morbid :/

#Anonymous #the life and lies of kaiden #this was SO FUN im gonna do the othe rone too!!!!!!!!!!!!!11 #maya #askies

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The Value of Compromising

Life gets really busy. Everyone experiences this past a certain age. Sure, the average 9 year old is probably just going to go to school and maybe to football, gymnastics or dance after school. In high school, you get a little busier. Your school work becomes more straining on your schedule and the extracurriculars can start to pile on. You get your first job and your first girlfriend/boyfriend and have even less free time. College can break either way. You may be busier than ever or you may be the kid who skips class unless it is mandatory for you to attend. Maybe you get really involved in a student union or are playing college sports. If you are like me, then a lot of your free time is going to be devoted to doing your essays last minute and going to random parties on Wednesday nights (my first two years of college were not a high point for my academic career, but that's a story for another time).

After all that time, school is finally done and you are free. Infinite free time to do whatever you want. You can stay home and play the newest Elder Scrolls game all day long or take that road trip you've always wanted to go on or even sit on your couch and make spicy new Magic brews for hours. Odds are, you will do none of this. Instead, you get a job where five days a week you are doing the same thing all the time. You will realize that sitting in a desk or at a cash register is not keeping you as in shape as you wanted to be so you have to get a gym membership. Don't forget that if you want to save money you have to make food at least a few nights a week. The time just slips away. This is where I am at. It seems like it is going to get worse before it gets better. There still is more responsibility to come. Whether it is parenthood or buying a house. Things don't really seem to settle down too much for most people.

In case it isn't obvious, this post is about how life can strain the amount of time you have available to do the things you like and some of the sacrifices you have to make. Now, the sacrifice I am going to talk about today is not exactly huge but is relevant to this blog.

Portland is the home to about 10 game stores, and I don't think there is a perfect game store among them. The issues cover the full spectrum you'd expect. Bad prices. Rude employees. Horrible owners. Small selection. A weird obsession with making every order be made via computer even if it is just one card. That's not to say that they are all bad. The ones with rude employees or bad prices tend to have the best selections. The worst selections have the best communities. A few of these stores I have gone to for years and a few of them I will never step into again.

In the summer of 2017, I moved to a different neighborhood and after having signed a lease discovered my apartment was a few blocks away from a LGS. It is one of the smaller shops in the city, but the owner knows a lot about Magic and will provide advice to anyone who walks in to buy singles. Myself and a couple of others are the spikier players amongst the community. At FNM, we are there to have fun and there is a lot of table talk during the event, but we also know how to play and want to win.

Unfortunately, this shop is a little too small to run modern events. There just isn't a large enough player base in the store with modern decks at the present. I can think of four other people who have decks, one of which is a very spicy but not competitive taking turns brew. At the same time, the community is growing and events do fire pretty consistently. The first prerelease I went to there was about 12 people. The Dominaria and Guilds of Ravnica prereleases were both sold out at 32 people. FNM still doesn't fire as often as you would hope, but the first FNM of a new draft format is usually about 16 people compared to 12 months ago when it was 9.

What does this have to do with sacrifices and being busy? Well, I am busy. I work Monday thru Friday and come home everyday to make dinner with my partner. I try and go to the gym for a minimum of 6 hours a week (approximately 3 times). I need to spend time at home and with my friends. Magic is not something I can play every night and when I do go to shops, I try and go with a friend to make it a more social event than just playing games with strangers. Modern events aren't something I will go to by myself. If a friend is up to go to one I will, but I need to plan these things ahead of time because being out till 11:30 on a Wednesday with work at 7:30 the next morning is not where I want to be.

Things haven't lined up in such a way that I have been able to play modern in an event since my last post. Instead, I have been taking advantage of my local shops growing community and the kindness of the owner. These past few weeks I went to their Saturday Standard Showdown event and jammed some games with the owner's G/B/u deck (list at the bottom). This deck oozes value with there being between 10 and 13 cards that can yield two for ones. Last week, things didn't go so well with the deck due to some awkward draws and mana woes. I still went 2-2 and won my entry in store credit back as well as a foil Mox Amber out of my showdown pack. This week I showed up and did the same thing as last week where I just sat there and when an odd number of people signed up, I signed up and borrowed the same deck to make it an even number.

Here's what happened:

Round 1 - RW Angels

My opponent this round is a regular and a brewer. I have a lot of respect for him because his decks are always good, and he almost always is using his own decks. He has been playing this deck since the beginning of the format, and his original iteration was pretty close to what the Boros midrange deck looks like these days. Game 1 started out pretty evenly with him playing his early Adanto Vanguards and Resplendent Angels with me firing right back with Plaguecrafters, Chupacabras, and Assassin's Trophys. He missed his fourth land drop for a few turns, and I felt like I had the game locked up. Unfortunately, I punted this game. I misevaluated the threat of one of his Resplendent Angels and Trophy-ed it. This gave him his fourth land and allowed him to play a Lyra Dawnbringer on the next turn. I ran out of answers and didn't hit any of my game ending cards early. He hit a few more threats and ran away with the game. The next game started out with both of us mull-ing to five. His early game was three Adanto Vanguards and mine was a Dusk Legion Zealot and Merfolk Branchwalker. I was able to hit my land drops easily and answer all of his threats with Dead Weights and Plaguecrafters. He flooded and played a Huatli and a Lyra in consecutive turns with both being met by Vraska's Contempt. In the end I just went wider than he did and had more answers. Game three was really closed at first with both of us trading resources in the early game with my removal answering his creatures. Then he played Rekindling Phoenix. I had the answer in Vraska's Contempt. A few turns later he plays a second one and I am forced to use a Trophy on the front half and a Moment of Craving on the second. Unfortunately, after giving him a few lands early, when he played the third Phoenix and a Resplendent Angel in the same turn I had no answer. The next turn I played a Branchwalker and explored into an Eldest Reborn which I leave on top. My opponent activates Angel and swings in for over half of my life. The next turn I play the saga; he sacs the angel token and kills me on the crack-back. Keeping the saga on top was a definite misplay since I was dead on board without a card like Vraska's Contempt into Ritual of Soot. Those weren't the next two cards in my deck, so it didn't matter but a misplay is still a misplay.

1-2, 0-1

Round 2 - BR Aggro

One thing to note about this tournament is there were a lot of mulligans. Last round my opponent mulliganed every game and the same thing happened this round. Also, another random thing was I lost literally every die roll so was on the draw a lot. My opener was awkward and consisted of Island and Watery Grave as the only lands. Though I had Muldrotha in hand, I don't want two blue sources ever or Muldrotha in my starting 7, but I kept because I had a Moment of Craving and Ravenous Chupacabra so was in a good spot against any creature deck and the control matchup is bad game 1 anyway so mulliganing to 6 doesn't really help my odds. Luckily for me my opponent plays a Swamp followed by Vicious Conquistador. I draw a second Watery Grave play it tapped and pass turn. Over the next two or three turns my opponent plays a few more durdly creatures like Viashino Pyromancer and I draw the second Moment of Craving and am able to just cleanly answer all of his threats. At the end of my fourth turn, my opponent made a play that made me really confident I would win the match. While I had no creatures on board, I pass the turn and on end step he Lightning Strikes me when I am at 18 life. Whenever this happens I feel so far ahead because now I know my opponent has committed a card to a game plan that I can fight against with little worry. He floods out and I stabilize at 5 life with a Muldrotha in play and many good cards to get back in the graveyard. This game was actually pretty close at one point when I had drawn all three Watery Graves, Island and a Drowned Catacomb, but I drew mostly black cards which are the better cards in the matchup. Game 2 is almost exactly the same where I 1-for-1 till I stabilize with Muldrotha and Eldest Reborn. Truthfully this just seemed like a terrible matchup for my opponent, but his plays game 1 definitely sealed his fate more than anything I did.

2-0, 1-1

Round 3 - BW Vampires

I know this player pretty well and have played him a few times in both Standard and Limited. I think we were 1-1 in Standard, 2-0 in Limited and like 1-4 in Modern (he also plays Hardened Scales and has always beaten me in the mirror but Lantern has gotten there). A few weeks ago he was playing Abzan Knights to middling results. Last week he tried his hand at a Naya Hexproof build and we went 2-1 with my edicts being stronger than his Vine Mares, Nullhide Feroxes (Ferices?) and Palladia-Mors. This week he was running back a classic. Game 1 he plays a Plains and passes the turn. The following turn he plays an Adanto Vanguard and the following turns plays Mavren and then Sanctum Seeker. Overall his curve was very good, but I had answers for most of his plays and by the end of the game I have a Muldrotha, both Vraskas and his Ajani on the battlefield. Needless to say, his vampires weren't as good as my on board removal and draw engines. Game 2 was actually disgusting. His curve was something like turn 1 Vicious Conquistador, turn 2 Legion Lieutenant, turn 3 Radiant Destiny, and turn 4 one drop and Radiant Destiny. I never stood a chance without drawing Ritual of Soot. Since I never drew it, I picked up my cards and we went to game 3.

Before I get too far into this, I would like to say that this game had one of the better plays I have ever made in Magic happen during it. The game starts alright with my opponent playing early threats and me playing early answers. Around turn 5, I clean up the board with a Ritual of Soot at a pretty comfy life total. I pass the turn and my opponent plays a couple of vampires and ticks up an Ajani he already had to five. The following turn I do nothing but look at my completely empty board. My opponent then plays two Vicious Conquistadors and an Adanto Vanguard. I play a Muldrotha and pass the turn. On his turn he plays a Sanctum Seeker and Legion Lieutenant, pluses Ajani up to ult range and attacks with two Conquistadors and the Vanguard. I block a Conquistador with Muldrotha and go to 1. At this point I am circling the drain. I swing with Muldrotha at Ajani because I am dead on board to the attack trigger with any vamp so long as the Sanctum Seeker stays alive. Luckily he blocks with his Sanctum Seeker wanting to ult the Ajani to seal up the game - which was already sealed. I am forced to Dead Weight one of the Conquistadors and then recast it from the graveyard on the second. After playing a Merfolk Branchwalker to block and an Evolving Wilds I passed the turn. On the next turn my opponent plays another Legion Lieutenant and swings with Vanguard. I chump with the Branchwalker. He ults Ajani and passes. For the rest of the game I am forced to Dead Weight and recast my own Plague Mare from my graveyard every single turn to wipe away the cats over and over. Eventually I am able to play four spells pretty much every turn and my opponent never is able to catch up. I thought I couldn’t win the game but was proud of myself for seeing the line to keep his cat tokens at bay and eventually grind out the win.

2-1, 2-1

Round 4 - Mardu Burn

My opponent's deck this round was honestly one of the craziest standard decks I have ever played against. A friend of mine at the shop had mentioned losing to this player the round before and simply said that my opponent was on a crazy burn deck playing both Risk Factor and Sword-Point Diplomacy. I had the advantage going into the round of having some idea what my opponent was doing, so I was optimistic. Still, I didn't feel great about it. Going into the game my deck felt like it was made up exclusively of dead cards. Moment of Craving. Dead Weight. Ravenous Chupacabra even. This game wasn't even close. He cast multiple Sword-Point Diplomacys and a Risk Factor and was able to kill pretty much every single threat I played with Justice Strikes and random burn spells. At one point he just goes face and Banefires me for 5 when I was at 4 to play around countermagic. I went with the tech-y play of Moment of Craving my own creature to go to 1, but he just runs it back the next turn so my play didn't matter. The sideboard for this deck isn't designed for this matchup. I don't believe any sideboard is designed for this matchup. Fortunately for me, the sideboard is heavily skewed to beat control so I grab the copies of Duress, Negate and Unmoored Ego (which is for the Teferi matchup and I really don't like in the Teferi matchup). I pull out every copy of Dead Weight, Midnight Reaper, and Dusk Legion Zealot figuring the Dead Weight would literally never do anything (which was accurate) and that the life loss of these two creatures could be too detrimental. The other considerations were the Vraska's Contempts and Moment of Craving, but the Contempts have so much utility and the Cravings sometimes just keep you alive. Game two starts with me Duressing my opponent and seeing Banefire, Risk Factor, Cleansing Nova and four lands. I take the Banefire and pass the turn. Turn 3 I Unmoored Ego naming Risk Factor and see my opponents win cons are Erratic Cyclops, Angrath, Banefire and burn. The following turns consist of me playing creatures and him killing them. I eventually Unmoored Ego away his Sword-Point Diplomacys to put him in a position where he has no traditional card advantage. My Eldest Reborns and Contempts answer his Angraths and I stabilize in the low teens with a Vraska, Relic Seeker and Karn in play. He scoops up his cards, and we go to game 3. Game 3 consisted of a few misplays on my part but was extremely similar overall to game 2. I turn 3 Unmoored Ego away his Risk Factors again, curve out and play my lands. He kills my creatures and also hits his land drops. There was an awkward moment later in the game where I Unmoored Ego and say Sword-Point Diplomacy but almost immediately say Angrath afterwards. Unfortunately my opponent flipped his hand face-up so fast and had an Angrath already putting me in the position of not wanting to feel like I was angle shooting - I swear I didn't see his hand when I changed my choice. I do what I consider to be the right thing and take out the Sword-Points. I had an Eldest Reborn in hand anyways. The game ends with him having to regularly use his board wipes to clear my Eldest Reborns allowing my creatures to trade 1-for-1 the whole time. Once my second Muldrotha hits the table and I bring back a creature and Eldest Reborn, the game is pretty much over.

This was the coolest deck I played against all tournament. The pseudo-redundancy of the punisher cards made the deck feel consistent and, well, punishing. The game 1 matchup was probably close to unwinnable with the percentage being like 80/20 in his favor. The sideboard games though felt really hard to lose and probably flipped it to 60/40 for me. In the last game, I wonder if I should have named Angrath and Banefire from the start with Unmoored Ego to make it literally impossible for him to win assuming I can kill his Cyclops with one of the six cards that cleanly deal with creatures in the deck. If I had both Egos in my opening hand then I think that play I made was wrong but since I only had one, it was probably correct still. As a note and request to players out there, my opponent seemed like a really nice guy, but his graveyard/exile zone was super chaotic and literally just a pile of cards thrown together. Don't be like my opponent. Keep a clean play area.

2-1, 3-1

Round 5 - G/B Midrange

The two of us sat down at the table and instantly knew what the other player was on. Since I was borrowing the shop owner's deck the regulars were familiar with it, and I had been sitting next to my opponent round 1. As we shuffle he says something like, "This is a bad matchup for me. All of your Plaguecraters and Chupacabras are really hard for me to beat." The start of this game is pretty slow with him playing a Wildgrowth Walker and some explore creatures early and me playing two drops and removal spells in response. He misses his third land drop for awhile, and I continue to play lands and threats. By the time he hits his third land, I am too far ahead for him to come back. Now, I understand that casually chatting while shuffling is good form, but I would advise against saying card X or card Y is hard for you to beat to your opponent. Knowing that my sideboard plan became simple. Take out every single card that wasn't a 2-for-1. I took out the Greenseekers (since they probably are rarely going to survive the turn cycle), Moment of Cravings, and a single Dusk Legion Zealot to bring in the Arguel's Blood Fast, Find//Finality and Ritual of Soot. Every game started with both of us playing early creatures and having a back and forth of resources. Unfortunately, his creatures just slightly outsized mine, and I was put in a spot where my blocks weren't good but my life total was ticking down. He cast a Sylvan Awakening (there was a weird lands subtheme in his deck that I never really figured out) and brought me down lower than I could recover from after he played a big Vraska the following turn and started making pirates. Game 3 saw me keeping a very sketchy 7 that I probably should have thought on more. He specifically told me that his deck didn't do well against 2-for-1s that answered creatures. So, keeping a hand of Merfolk Branchwalker, Assassin's Trophy and five lands may not have been a great idea. He duresses me on turn 1 and takes the removal spell. I draw a Ritual of Soot off the top, play Branchwalker leaving a spell on top and pass. He plays his Wildgrowth Walker and passes back. A few turns later he plays a Kitesail Freebooter and sees my hand has both an Assassin's Trophy and Ritual of Soot. He's pretty much priced into taking the Ritual since it wipes his board and would get back any other card he may take. I decide to Trophy his Freebooter and get back my Ritual. Over the next two or three turns my opponent makes the mistake that loses him the game in my opinion. Since I have the board wipe in hand he decides to pass the turn doing literally nothing. No land drop. Not adding to the board. Not attacking. Nothing. I draw my card, play my land and pass. This happens one more time where he draws and says go with me responding with a draw, land, go. On the following turn cycle I draw Muldrotha and cast Ritual of Soot. He plays some threats, but I play Muldrotha and an Evolving Wilds after drawing a second Muldrotha. He obviously kills the first but when the second comes down he has no answer. Eventually multiple Eldest Reborns seal the deal in my favor.

I understand the incentive of playing around the board wipe, but this was a classic case of me not being pressured enough to need to use the board wipe. With neither player adding to the board and me hitting land drops, I don't think my opponent had a chance. He had a Find to get back the wiped creatures, but he probably should have forced me into playing the board wipe as early as possible to allow him to rebuild aggressively. I still would have won probably given my draws, but he gave me to much control of the end game. The fact that his main deck was designed to beat aggro probably helped me out a lot too.

2-1, 4-1

I'm very happy with this result. I didn't play perfect, but I did well enough to get 4th (the lowest of the 4-1 players due to breakers). The standard showdown pack had a Sulfur Falls and a foil Risk Factor in it which was nice. The deck ran smoothly, and the only meaningful changes I would make would be cutting the blue since it makes the mana a little painful and awkward. Though it gives access to a few powerful spells, I have to wonder if the Muldrothas should just be Jadelights, Izonis, or Carnage Tyrants. Let the Negates and Egos be a fourth Duress, Wildgrowth Walker, and maybe something spicy. Also I would probably swap out the Dusk Legion Zealots in favor of Seekers’ Squire since I think the body coupled with the lifeloss can really matter against aggro.

The best estimation I can give of the decklist is below. I don't have the deck in front of me so there are some things I am guessing on (specifically the number of Branchwalkers, Vraska's Contempts, and Chupacabras). If you have the cards, I would recommend building the deck. It is definitely fun.

2x Dead Weight 3x Dusk Legion Zealot 3x Merfolk Branchwalker 2x Dryad Greenseeker 2x Moment of Craving 3x Assassin's Trophy 2x Midnight Reaper 2x Plaguecrafter 2x Vraska's Contempt 2x Ravenous Chupacabra 1x Golgari Findbroker 1x Karn, Scion of Urza 2x Vraska, Golgari Queen 3x The Eldest Reborn 2x Muldrotha, the Gravetide 1x Vraska, Relic Seeker 1x Find//Finality 2x Evolving Wilds 1x Island 5x Swamp 4x Forest 3x Watery Grave 2x Drowned Catacomb 4x Woodland Cemetery 4x Overgrown Tomb

Sideboard 3x Duress 2x Negate 2x Arguel's Bloodfast 2x Plague Mare 3x Unmoored Ego 2x Ritual of Soot 1x Find//Finality

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