#at least daggers can have a multitude of uses

[blueberry-ry]

Sigh... Mandalorians having traditional daggers my beloved

[queenpiranhadon]

A/N: Bahaha guess what guys I lied, this is gonna be nine chapters total lollll- I promise last time 😭 BIGGEST SHOUT OUT EVER TO @cashmoneyyysstuff for beta reading and being a huge influence on the story - girl's literally my idol go follow her 🤍 Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Cursing, reader is the daughter of Aizawa, Shinso and Eri are biological siblings, reader is 20 years old, Reader uses "Cattus" as her alias, reader's nicknames are Cactus, Cattus and Cat, war, reader gets hurt and burned alive (a lot), reader almost dies again, gore and blood, bad war descriptions lol what do you expect from me, reader is AFAB and female, ANGST, someone breaks into reader's house, Eri sleeps with reader bc she's traumatized, PTSD,

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ: Warrior

How did the enemy know you were planning to ambush them? 

Your entire life, you always believed Fate would either provide you answers, or spur on more questions. 

Right now, you thought, it seemed to give you both. 

It was late at night when you woke up, heart pounding from some nightmare of which the details of seemed fuzzy now. It was silent, but instead of ambience, the lack of sound seemed eerie to you.  

You weren’t a stranger to this happening, random panic attacks and nightmares caused by underlying trauma that you refused to come to terms with.  

You tighten your arms around your younger sister, asleep, the girl insisted she sleep with you from now on in fear that you would leave again (though she didn’t want to admit that she just heavily missed your presence). You didn’t mind, and to be honest, your usual nightmares had been decreasing after the comfort of another human being by your side.  

Laying back down slowly, you brush off your paranoia, heart pounding and you feel the hairs along your skin rise along with a multitude of gooseflesh.  

Something wasn’t right.  

Siting up slowly, you rouse your sister to consciousness, sleepy red eyes blinking back at you in confusion. 

“Y/N...” Eri mumbled, disoriented, but you silence her.  

��Banana, go get Toshi and stay in Dad’s room.” You say, your tone low and firm.  

Her eyes widen in fear, but she nods, scurrying out of the room as quickly as she can.  

You sigh, your family would be safe if you could get rid of the nagging thought in the back of your mind.  

Creeping towards the door, you stop. You rub your abdomen, where the scar from your last battle resided. Tonight, you knew someone was about to get hurt. 

Suddenly, a loud crash reverberates through your home and the wooden door splinters from impact. 

Your eyes widen as a figure clad in black smashes into your home, two daggers unsheathed as he creeps towards you slowly and menacingly.  

The Inimicus insignia flashes in the moonlight and your heart sinks.  

They found you.

You curse under your breath, months to years of training now springing into action purely based on instinct, rolling out of the assailant’s attempt at stabbing you and using the opportunity to grab your sword that was hidden under the sofa. 

Just in case. 

Your family worried about you- saying that you were being too paranoid, your father the most worried of them all considering he felt the same pain you did. But he understood you needed an outlet for your anxieties- just as he released his, you learned, through training you when you were younger. 

He figured that if hiding weapons around the house would ease you a little bit, then it would be beneficial to have your worries about being attacked put at ease. 

Before - prior to any of this - you would’ve relished being right, the satisfaction of an ‘i told you so’

But oh, but you wished you were wrong right now.

You feel your body relax in the slightest when you hear the soft click the the back door closing- your family was at least out of the house. If there were even more assailants outside, your father could handle them alongside Hitoshi. 

But you couldn’t let your guard down, unsheathing your sword from its scabbard and adjusting your footing to maintain a low crouch. During your time training and fighting, you learned to develop your fighting style - yours in particular was more unorthodox compared to the usual ones your peers took on. Most soldiers preferred attacking the higher points of the body, maybe attempting decapitation or a fatal respiratory injury as a way to take down an opponent. 

You on the other hand, stuck closer to the ground, as to you, when it came to combat, balance was the most important. If you maintain yours, while depriving your opponent of their own, you would have a tremendous advantage as you have a clear opening to immobilize instead of eradicate. 

However, this was a different circumstance. 

This man had not only broken into your home, but posed a threat to your family. And for that, you knew your tactics would have you change up a little bit. 

You had most definitely improved after your tualia with Bakugou, and even after your first and upsettingly last battle as well having decided to train yourself under your father’s supervision the months after you came home. 

Your crouch turns from defensive to offensive, adjusting your stance and pushing off of the ground hooking your arm to the leg opposite of it and swinging it out to bring your elbow straight into his legs, forcing him to fall down as you pin them down with just your arm. 

Working quickly, your leg swings out to step on his abdomen, drawing your sword and placing the tip right next to his artery, under his ear. 

“How many of you are there?” you ask coldly, rage flowing through your veins as you press your sword deeper into his neck when he refuses to respond. 

Small beads of blood gather on the tip of your sword and your opponent panics, slowing bringing his hands up to show he means no harm, and removes his mask to reveal a shock of blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes.

You deadpan. What was it with blonde boys in your life?

“P-Please don’t kill me..!” he whimpers, tears pouring down his face (a very punchable face, for the record).

Already? You barely scratched him, you think to yourself, slightly disappointed that it was this easy.

“How. many. of. you. are. there.” you say, lowly, enunciating your words as if it could hammer the meaning into this idiot’s brain. 

“F-Forty s-seven.” he sobs, and your eyes widen.

Your heart sinks. Forty seven men?! Your village didn’t even have the numbers for that many soldiers… how were you going to get everyone out of this alive. 

“Look…” you trail off, realizing you didn’t know the man’s name. 

Then again did you really want to? Knowing his name made him seem more humane, more…like you. Suddenly, the man underneath your feet turning into the man you killed in the Chiara Forest, your heart rate spiking and overwhelming guilt clawing at your brain. 

Shit.

 Your opponent doesn’t know your panic though, and shudders underneath you, starting to mumble out his name. 

“I’m Aoy-” he starts, but you cut him off, something snapping inside of you. 

“Just stop. Here’s what’s going to happen. I am going to tie you up and leave you in the well. You are going to call for help. I need you to scream.” You growl, the look in your eyes deadly, hinting as to what would happen if he didn’t follow your directions. 

However, the man nods vigorously, and you do exactly what you told him, using some tough rope you found in the shed to bind his wrists and feet together once positioning his limbs in a way that would be painful if he tried to adjust or move them, using a cloth to gag him temporarily for the journey to the well outside of the Kirishima’s home. 

How ironic is it, that this all started from that same well, and now it could all end there too?

You heft the man into your back, the size difference unconcerning to you given that you were strong, and he weighed absolutely nothing. How did this shrimp even manage to be eligible for the military in the first place?

 You hear a crash outside, flinching and realizing that you probably weren’t the only one fighting these Inimican spies. And you most definitely were the only one with enough fighting experience in this village. 

You had to work fast.

Deciding to leave your home through the backdoor, you slip out quietly, breathing in relief when you don’t see any black clad assailants there waiting to ambush you. 

Making your way to the Kirishima’s along a secluded path you knew by heart, you make your way to the well, wrapping your fingers around the rope and tugging it experimentally to see if it would support the blonde man’s weight. It seemed sturdy enough and so you hefted his figure onto the side of the well, making sure he held onto the rope tightly enough, and you removed the cloth covering his mouth. 

You don’t give him a chance to say anything, holding the front of his shirt with a relentless grip as you stare at him in his eyes, wide with fear. 

“If you don’t do what you’re told, I’ll end you here and now.” you whisper, no malice in your tone, and yet that makes the words even more chilling. 

The man nods frantically, releasing him and watching him descend down the well at a rapid pace, hearing a thud and a crunch one he makes it to the bottom, making you wince a little bi.t At least he wasn’t dead, the echoing cry he let out when he reached the floor was a dead giveaway. 

You hear him start screaming, his voice strained and raspy from the amount of sobbing he’d done, and the echoes of the well amplify the pitiful sound, the desperation definitely evident.

Doing all of this felt wrong, but honestly, you didn’t really care at the moment. Your village was in danger. 

You heard some footsteps approaching in the distance, putting your plan in action and slipping into the shadows of the Kirishima home. 

“Aoyama!” a deep male voice calls out. “Is that you?” 

From where you were, you could see a shock of white hair and electric blue eyes. And his face… it was mottled almost, littered with so many scars the lower half of his face looked purple.

“L-Lieutenant Dabi! D-Down here!” the man who you realize is called Aoyama croaks out, ruining your wish for the blonde to remain anonymous, but that didn’t deter you.

You had a mission.

Hearing three more pairs of footsteps, you see three figures to match, including a man with skin so oily it looked like verdant scales, a blonde man with haunted blue eyes, and a wild haired brunette with amber eyes. 

“Wait-  is he in the well?” the blonde snickers, only for his amused expression to be taken over by a stricken expression of grief. “Oh shit, is he okay?!”

It was an odd display of events, but you chose not to comment on it as the one called Dabi commanded his men.

“Shuichi, use your sword to cut the rope- then if we dangle it low enough we can pull him out.” the white haired man says, the oily skinned man nodding in assent and drawing his sword out of its sheath. 

You remembered during your time in the military about the weapons the Inimicans preferred, the most common being that of a katana. You, on the other hand, used something else. The Belloran army had a tendency to use weapons with more power, valuing strength over speed, something you picked up on once seeing the heavier swords in their arsenal, and of course, your fight with Bakugou.

But when you trained, you trained for speed, choosing to fight with dual swords instead. Dual swords, you learned, paired with your fighting style, allowed you to become the best of both worlds, both refined and strategic which aligned with Inimican fight styles which still being able to channel heavy amounts of strength and power into every strike, making you a formidable opponent for both Inimcans and Bellorans alike. 

The one called Shuichi approached the well, cutting the rope and making sure Aoyama was securely holding on before he started hoisting it. 

Now was your chance. Over the past few months of training, your father recommended carrying metal stars with sharp serrated edges. He said it would help practice your aim as well as your concentration as to where you enforced your strength. Ever since then you started to train with them, and they were always on your person or in a place easily accessed no matter where you were.

Thank the gods for that, you think, taking one of the stars from the folds of your clothes, and holding it in between your index and middle finger. 

You take a deep breath, angling the star ever so slightly and positioning it. And then…

Release.

The star slices through the air like it’s nothing, pure strength over powering wind resistance as it slices through the rope of the well in twine. 

You hear Aoyama’s agonized screams as he falls again, shallow breaths echoing and reverberating through the well, hauntingly.

But you can’t let the horror overtake you, knowing that in the midst of battle, feelings are to be processed later. Even so, you can’t help but wonder if this is what Katsuki meant- true strength of a warrior meant coming to terms with the conflicts outside of you but inside as well. 

Stop it, you chide yourself, taking advantage of the group’s momentary distraction and running quickly, tackling the closest man next to you, the one with amber eyes. 

Your dual swords each target vital areas of the man’s body, your forearm tightening around his neck as one sword is grazing his artery on his neck and the over ever so slightly hovers over his abdomen, ready to plunge into his torso. 

It’s a threat. And one that they know you’re capable of, given by the steely glint in your eye.

Two of the men spring to action, forgetting about Aoyama, the one called Shuichi drawing his blade and the blond getting into a fighting stance, as the brunette lays deathly still in your arms, one wrong move and he’s dead. 

However, the first man, Dabi, seems unfazed. He gives you a lazy smirk, and waves his hand nonchalantly. 

“At ease, you two. I don’t feel like killing her just yet…” he drawls, brimming with overconfidence. “She reminds me of a little poppy, no? A pretty flower of death. And yet so easily crushed the moment a boot iss brought down upon it.”

You feel rage boil up inside you. How pompous is this asshole to think he could defeat you so easily?!

Then again, you thought about your fight with Bakugou. You were by no means weak, and you reassured yourself that. But even so, Bakugou managed to win. Would you lose against Dabi too?

And this time…you wouldn’t be spared as you would in a tualia. This is war. 

“Let me strike you a deal, poppy.” he says, stepping closer. “Let’s battle it out, me against you. My men won’t interfere. If you win, I will escort my troops out of your village.”

“If I win,” his grin turns deadly. “Well let’s hope that doesn’t happen, huh poppy?”

You narrow your eyes, tightening your grip on your swords. You could almost smell the power radiating off of this man, but you knew that if you didn’t take his offer, your village wouldn't stand a chance.

You exhale slowly, glaring at the cocky man in front of you. 

“Deal.”

***

Maybe, you realized, his overconfidence was earned. 

You weren’t a stranger to fighting losing battles. From your tualia with Bakugou to dumb arguments with your siblings, you always kept going, even though the outcome was going to be the same. 

In front of you, stood Dabi, the man in question had waved his men away to scout the village for more rope to rescue Aoyama with. 

And in the Lieutenants hand, there was a sphere. 

Magic, in your world, was a rare commodity - and even rarer was one who could manage to wield it. Common forms of magic called yose were sold in the richer markets, and if you could find them, they were used more like a collectors item, a mark of status if you had one, which showed just how rare it was in the first place. Most, when attempting to use magic, had their physical forms decay from the inside because their mortal forms couldn’t handle power used by celestial beings.

However, there was a gene that resided in a total of nine families in the world, (one for each god) who was blessed to be able to wield said power.

And you had the misfortune to encounter one of them.

The sphere in Dabi’s hand was bright blue, and yet it didn’t resemble that of water or ice, instead the sphere consisted solely of cerulean flames - you could feel the temperature drop as soon as it materialized. 

When you were young, Chiyo told you stories about each of the families, each of high status and a standing in any family was extremely coveted globally. 

Fire… Dabi was a Todoroki. 

Shit.

You were, inadvertently, fucked. 

“This is what it’s like to play with fire, poppy.” he grins, a manic look taking over his face. 

You grimace, lowering yourself into a fighting stance.

This was going to hurt. 

With a yell, you charge at Dabi’s unmoving form, your feet moving you, faster, quicker, allowing you to flow with the wind. 

Horror washes over you as flames engulf his hand, and then his arms, blue flames licking his skin but he doesn’t show any sign of being in pain.

You desperately slash at his neck and chest, bringing your arms to form an X before slashing outwards. But your blades do nothing, as Dabi mimics the same X and thrusts his arms forwards, shooting flames out in every direction. 

“Ah fuck!” you grit, tears pricking your eyes as flames burn through your flame, creating scalding burns in their wake.

Your swords clatter to the ground, your hands in so much pain you couldn’t feel them. Where the fuck did he find magic so powerful?! No market sold enough yose to generate enough power like that…

“Aw, down already?” Dabi pouts, “I thought you’d burn a little slower.”

You muster up the iciest glare you could. “F-Fuck you, you damn sadist.” You spit, venom dripping from your tone. 

Dabi only smiles. “C’mon poppy, that’s no way to talk. We’re having so much fun, afterall.”

You wanted to kill him. 

Your whole body protested, screaming in pain, bloodied fingers, grasping the hilt of your nearby sword.

You run at him again, flames again searing your skin, but you keep running, pain now shooting up your leg as you lunge at Dabi, an amused expression on his face as you keep running, plunging your sword into his shoulder.

This clearly takes him by surprise, wondering where your spontaneous bout of strength came from as blood drips down his torso, a bright red that was accentuated from the coming sunrise, rosy rays peaking out of the horizon. 

Dabi’s smirk goes away, replaced with an impassive expression as he wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing slightly as he pulls the sword out of his shoulder with his other hand.

Suddenly, the world spins, lack of blood, oxygen, mixed with overwhelming pain and fatigue made it hard to keep your eyes open. 

Shit!

The panic sets it, fuck were you going to die, actually die?!

The last thing you smell is the scent of melting flesh waft into the air as everything goes black.

The last this you see are those sickening electric blue eyes, and wide bloodied grin.

The last thing you hear is Ejiro’s voice yelling “Y/N?!”

Wait.

Ejiro?!

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[nerdythebard]

#55: Elizabeth [BioShock: Infinite]

(Art Credit: Irishhips on deviantArt) ---

Welcome back, my friends!

I forgot to credit our requestor of the previous build, but luck would have it they also requested this one, so many thanks to our lovely family member, @nerdybear91 for both Harry Dresden and Anna DeWitt aka Elizabeth from BioShock: Infinite. Now, let's see what true Multiverse of Madness looks like!

Next Time: Let me solo her!

What do we need to survive navigating a giant floating city filled with brainwashed cultists, until we can finally reach Paris?

Everything & Everywhen (All At Once): Elizabeth's ability to manipulate Tears allow her to perform a multitude of multiversal effects. We will have to flavour a lot to make it look like we have control over all realities.

It's Big Brain Time: Having nothing to do but read, Elizabeth became familiary with a variety of subjects including medicine, music, arts, literature, etc.

Sneaky Supplier: Another interesting skill of Elizabeth's is that she can pick almost any lock we ask her to, and decipher any message. She's observant and can support Booker with resources and money during combat. Also get out of harm ways pretty well despite sometimes standing in the middle of thew fight.

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Elizabeth is a Human. Although her innate powers to manipulate the Tears would qualify her as a Variant Human, we're gonna take it a step further and give her the Mark of Passage from Eberron: Rising from the Last War. We get a +2 Dexterity and a +1 to one ability of our choice (Intelligence), ability to speak Common and one language of our choice, thanks to Courier's Speed our standard speed is 35 feet, with Intuitive Motion we can add 1d4 to any Acrobatics check used to operate and maintain a land vehicle, and if ever we gain the ability to cast spells we get some additional Spells of the Mark. Finally, with Misty Passage we can cast the Misty Step spell once per long rest (with Dexterity as our ability modifier).

Being left alone for so long and having nothing to do but reading made Elizabeth quite a Sage. We gain proficiency in Arcana and History, two languages of our choice, and the Researcher feature; we can now lead Booker around to the right place when trying to find a piece of information (such as code for a lock).

ABILITY SCORES

We're starting with Intelligence; we've spent so long in seclusion with nothing but books. Follow that up with Dexterity, to help us with lockpicking, stealth, and platforming across Columbia. Constitution will be next, we can survive a lot of running and experiments in alternate timeline.

Wisdom will be next, what good is book knowledge if you do not apply it in real life. Charisma is on the lower end; Elizabeth had so little human interaction, she didn't have time to perfect her persuasion or intimidation skills. Finally, we're dumping Strength.

CLASS

Level 1 - Rogue: Running away from your adopted-but-not-really father who was using your powers to control the entire brainwashed city sounds like a good definition of going rogue. We start with a d8 as our Hit Dice, we get [8 + our Constitution modifier] initial Hit Points, proficiencies with light armour, simple weapons, hand crossbows, longswords, rapiers, shortswords, and thieves' tools. Elizabeth doesn't have any armour or weapons in the game, but consider giving her at least a dagger. We'll cover the armour later. Our saving throws are Dexterity and Intelligence, and we get to pick four class skills from the list (Investigation, Perception, Sleight of Hand, and Stealth).

Rogues start by honing their skills even further with Expertise. We select two skills we're proficient in (or one skill + thieves' tools) and we double our proficiency bonus (not our ability modifier) when using those skills. We're gonna get better in Stealth, to make sure we are unseen in dangerous situations, as well as thieves' tools, to make sure no lock poses a challenge.

Rogues also get the abilit to Sneak Attack. Once per turn, if you have an advantage on your attack (and use a ranged weapon or one with the finesse property) or your target is within 5 feet of another creature hostile to it, you can add 1d6 extra damage to your damage roll.

We also learn Thieves' Cant, a system of words and phrases that can be used to convey a hidden message to others who also speak it (for me, it's always Cockney Rhyming Slang).

Level 2 - Rogue: We learn Cunning Action. From now on, we can transform the following Actions into Bonus Actions:

Dash - We gain extra movement for the duration of the turn, equal to our ground speed;

Disengage - Moving away from the target's melee range does not provoke an attack of opportunity;

Hide - We make a Stealth check to hide.

Level 3 - Rogue: Here, we pick our subclass - our Rogue Archetype - and for the smart and observant Elizabeth, I can think of nothing better but the Inquisitive archetype. With our Ear for Deceit, we can treat any Insight check roll that's lower than 7 as 8. With Eye for Detail, we can use a Bonus Action instead of an Action to make a Perception or an Investigation check. Always useful to find extra ammo, salts, or money. We also master Insightful Fighting, which lets us make a contested Insight check against the target's Deception; if we're successful, we come up with a good positioning and strategy, and we can apply Sneak Attack damage even if we don't have an advantage.

Speaking of Sneak Attack, our bonus damage now becomes 2d6.

Level 4 - Rogue: Time for our first Ability Score Improvement. We're gonna put one point into Constitution for better Hit Points and one into Wisdom, as we slowly come to the realisation something's not right in Columbia...

Level 5 - Wizard: Now it's time to play with port.. err Tears. Multiclassing into Wizard gives us... nothing, unfortunately. We do, however, learn Arcane Recovery: once per day (during a short rest), we can recover some spell slots we've expended. The spell slots can have a combined level equal to (or less than) half of our Wizard level rounded up.

Related to that, we now learn Spellcasting. Intelligence is our casting ability, and we know cantrips, regular spells, and rituals. Wizards can write new spells into their spellbook (or perhaps pulling those spells from other timelines) and they start with a few spells of their choice: three cantrips (for us it's Create Bonfire, Mending, and Sword Burst) and six 1st-level spells (we'll get Alarm, Detect Magic, Distort Value, Mage Armour, Tenser's Floating Disk, and Unseen Servant). From our Mark of Passage we also learn Expeditious Retreat and Jump.

Level 6 - Wizard: We pick our second subclass here, our Arcane Tradition. To make our Tears and multiverse manipulations more stable, we're going to pick the School of Conjuration. Since we are now a Conjuration Savant, the time and money we spend when copying Conjuration spells to our spellbook is halved. With Minor Conjuration, we can conjure an inanimate object in our hand or on the ground within 10 feet radius. The object must be no bigger than 3 feet on a side and weigh up to 10 pounds, be non-magical, and when conjured it sheds dim light for 5 feet. It lasts for 1 hour or until taken or dealt damage, and we can only create one object at the time.

We also get to pick two more 1st-level spells: Silent Image and Snare.

Level 7 - Wizard: At this level we unlock 2nd-level spells. From our level-up we can get two new spells (Arcane Lock and Borrowed Knowledge) and from our Mark of Passage we get Misty Step and Pass Without Trace.

Level 8 - Wizard: Time for another ASI. This time, we're putting two points in Constitution, to get some better survivability. We also get a choice of a new cantrip (Message) and two more spells (Locate Object and Mirror Image).

Level 9 - Wizard: We unlock 3rd-level spells. Let's get Galder's Tower and Melf's Minute Meteors from our level-up, and we will get Blink and Phantom Steed from our Mark of Passage.

Level 10 - Wizard: Halfway through the build and we get Benign Transportation. We can use our action to teleport into an unocupied space within 30 feet of us. Alternatively, we can pick a space occupied by a Small or Medium creature and (if they're willing) swap places with them. We can do that once per long rest or until we cast a Conjuration spell of at least 1st-level. And speaking of Conjuration magic, let's grab two summoning spells here: Summon Fey and Summon Shadowspawn.

Level 11 - Wizard: We unlock 4th-level spells. From our level-up, let's grab Banishment and Fabricate. From our Mark of Passage we also get Dimension Door and Freedom of Movement.

Level 12 - Wizard: Time for more ASI. For now, let's improve our Dexterity by two point for some better Initiative, AC, and hiding skills. For our spells, let's gram Mordenkainen's Private Sanctum and Summon Construct to call some more support

Level 13 - Wizard: We unlock 5th-level spells. From our level-up, let's grab Legend Lore and Wall of Force. We also gain our last spell from the Mark of Passage: Teleportation Circle.

Level 14 - Wizard: We get to pick our final cantrip (Mage Hand) and unlock next subclass feature. With Focused Conjuration, when we're concentrating on a Conjuration spell, our concentration cannot be broken. For this level's spells, let's pick Mislead and Rary's Telepathic Bond.

Level 15 - Wizard: We unlock 6th-level spells. Let's grab Arcane Gate and True Seeing to detect the smallest of Tears.

Level 16 - Wizard: With another ASI, we can bump up our Constitution by two more points here. For this level's spells, we can actually get back a bit and grab Far Step and Scrying.

Level 17 - Wizard: Unlocking 7th-level spells here. Time to finally start exploring other worlds and timelines with Dream of the Blue Veil and Plane Shift.

Level 18 - Wizard: We get access to our final subclass feature. Durable Summons give all creatures we summon or create additional 30 Temporary Hit Points upon summoning. Let's bring the image of another world to us with Mirage Arcane and summon another Elizabeth with Project Image.

Level 19 - Wizard: We unlock 8th-level spells. We can now create our own little worlds with Demiplane, and it's finally time to call an old friend with Illusory Dragon.

Level 20 - Wizard: Our capstone is Wizard 16, where we end with an ASI. So let's get some more Dexterity for that nice-looking 20. For our final spells, let's take Maze and Mighty Fortress.

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And that's our Multidimensional Marvel, Elizabeth. Let's see what we came out with:

First of all, this is clearly a support character. Their purpose is to hide, sneak, move around the battlefield, and provide assistance to the party by conjuring additional reinforcements. With enhanced ground speed, several teleporting spells, and proficiency in stealth, we should be able to provide long-range support without risking detection or damage.

Our AC is 15 (18 with Mage Armour), +5 to Initiative, and average of 142 Hit Points.

Unfortunately, we don't have a lot in terms of direct offense, both magical and physical. While our Dexterity managed to reach 20, we still have a negative Strength modifier and our Wisdom and Charisma are on the lower end; this could be problematic, since those are two of the more used saving throws.

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Oh, wow. That took way too long than I wanted. I actually scrapped the entire build (originally it was Echo Knight Fighter with Illusion Wizard) and watched several playthroughs to get a feel for Elizabeth, but I hope in the end I've created something playable.

Unfortunately, a lot has happened during the time I was away, my loves. As of today, I've lost my job for which I've moved cities to live on my own. Silverlining, I will have time for you, so I guess we're back in action. I'll see you in the next one, my friends.

-Nerdy out

[gwynbleiddyn]

The Lovers and The Chariot for Kerros?

→ from this rook tarot ask game

OH these are fun 👀thank you!!

The Lovers: Who is your Rook's most significant relationship within the Veilguard? How do they help Rook feel seen and understood?

Kerros is quick to fall for people, but incredibly slow to love them. On the other side of that, Lucanis is a deeply perceptive man who - in spite (hah) of his own uncertainty - can see Kerros for who he is: a hurricane of his own making, hiding deceptively still waters at the eye. There is a part of him that cannot move forward, yet, and Lucanis has the patience to wait for it. This is the fundament, the immutable, unchanging ground of understanding which they both value more than gold or contracts.

Because they have that solid ground between them, I think it makes it easier then to tolerate their differences.

Kerros is loud and brash, painted in every colour of Rivain from Dhavan'an to Dairsmuid. He's a comedian more than a diplomat, he knows how to ruffle feathers and does so willingly, and sometimes, just sometimes, Lucanis wishes he would at least attempt to exercise the smallest bit of self-preservation. He isn't for the faint of heart, but Lucanis is anything but.

And it works the other way too: Lucanis' self-imposed grey clouds are easily swept away by Kerros, but only ever to bring him some measure of warmth and comfort, and never to leave him exposed and vulnerable without reason. I like to think Lucanis appreciates that - that despite Kerros being a whirlwind, he still lets Lucanis move at his own pace. And there's Spite, gnashing and gnawing at the chance to put Kerros in his place, driven by the innate desire to hurt, but everything he throws at Kerros seems to be water off a seabird's feathers. It gives Lucanis a little bit of peace to know he can relax in Kerros' presence. Maybe even sleep.

There's a multitude of reasons that sit in-between those two pillars, but it begins and ends with the opposite of spite.

The Chariot: How does Rook fight? What are their preferred abilities and damage type?

Tricks, traps, and all manner of terrible tools form the basis of Kerros' combat prowess. He's a rogueish type to begin with, preferring the distance of a bow, or the fluidity and the motion behind a pair of daggers or shortswords that grants him freedom of movement across a battlefield. But it's his knack for knowing when to use turrets and traps that give him an edge when situations get a little hairy.

The initial interest stems from his close relationship to his grandfather, Amrun, whose ship he spent a lot of time on growing up. Amrun became something of a quartermaster for Isabela, acquiring some less than legal cargo usually in the form of dangerous weaponry and gaatlok, and so Kerros got to learn the tools of the trade fairly early on. Or at least, how not to get on the wrong side of them.

In-game, Kerros goes all-in on the Saboteur specialization which gives him excellent crowd control capabilities and a lot of get out of jail buttons to smash when things go tits up. He tends to lead with Fortune's Turret and then pick off enemies with a bow before they get too close. He also deals a lot of poison/necro damage, slowing enemies down and taking out the trash relatively easily.

[seeker-ophelia]

A reminder that Solas speaks as the Fae do. Solas only lies outright to us once in Inquisition (after we ask him back in the Rotunda after Halam'shiral where he had been to parties before), and its because he got distracted, and had to make something up on the fly.

Solas is a word wizard, a true fae, his words never outrightly lying, but also never speaking the truth.

He doesn't say: This Is Not Blood Magic.

He says he dislikes the use of it. Doesn't mean it wouldn't use it.

This ritual dagger is lyrium (not confirmed, but it glows, like guys come on its probably lyrium). If Varric is a dwarf, wouldn't he be naturally resistant to lyrium? I mean a thing through the chest is a thing through the chest, its going to cause damage, but it doesn't kill him.

Some people think this dagger is the Red Lyrium Idol cleansed of blight, which would be COOL AF for a multitude of reasons:

Solas can sure the blight (holy batman the implication of that)

Maybe the lyrium can absorb the blight, like a sponge, and stabbing it into Ghilly will cure her of the blight. Maybe not cure her of being an absolute demonmilf insane power-hungry mad-scientist, but of the blight, which is important. Because...

She created the blight as we know it today, and we might need her help to end it. Maybe she can make a creature immune/resistant to the blight?

Either way, its some magic thing that can at least stop a Blighted God, so...

Varric mentions in the leaked cutscene that the Gods are using the blight to amass power, but they couldn't do that unless they controlled the blight somehow right? Unless there was some way to control it?

So maybe, if they can control it, Solas knows how to cure it?

Back to Fae/Solas:

When I rebelled, the drew on the horiffic magic of the blight, corrupting all they saw until I stopped them.

So The Evanuris were using the blight BEFORE the veil creation. They must have been able to control it somehow. (Hopefully?)

Thanks to you, I am trapped, and the blighted elvhen gods walk free.

mmmm babygirl. This is only true if you swapped places with them - who closed the breach? Ghilly & Elgar'dad? Why are you there physically and Rook is there mentally? Because of the blood? That's blood magic, babes.

You don't have the dagger because its in Varrics chest (thanks for that, Chuckles) so that's okay, but you're telling me the god of rebellion, who made the prison he's in, didn't build a tiny escape hatch?

Fine. You didn't.

Doesn't explain why Rook can Blood Magic his way into the Evanuris' prison. Because that sounds like a Capitol B Bad Idea. Why on earth would you make a loop hole in The-Most-Strongest-Prison-Of-All-Time-Strong-Enough-To-Hold-Gods where someone (Rook, ACCIDENTALLY), or anyone really (Mythal, Tevinter Magisters, Alamarri Dreamers), can blood magic their way INTO the prison. And then can Blight/Old-God/Archdemon themselves OUT.

Good Prison, bro. Good Job, really, honestly, 10/10 on the super-max scale. /s

Don't worry babes, I still love you, you're still my stupid egg. Even if I wanna bash your head in and force you into therapy because babygirl so many of your problems could be avoided if you just talked to someone.

With This:

Awooga humminahummina yes daddy please oh my fen'harel dont stop yes finally

He's out. Veil is DOWN. Did it get taken down? Carefully? Or was it ripped and torn asunder and now the whole worlds fucked?

Don't know.

He has his dagger back. Was is given? Or did he take it? By force, violently. Is this is scene of a villain? Or the savior?

I don't know but 5 days vgeevn ieoivnv kijivkjvkjbvjksehfjlk

while i do believe it would be perfectly in character for solas to stab varric just because he’s being annoying and trying to thwart him, i think that that scene combined with the immediate conversation about blood magic facilitating the mental connection between rook and solas suggests something deeper than that.

why would solas STAB varric with the MAGICAL LYRIUM ONCE-RED-LYRIUM-IDOL RITUAL DAGGER when he can, idk, turn Varric to stone without even looking at him like he does to the Viddasala? when he could blow him to pieces the way he did to Bianca just moments before???? when he could probably incapacitate him 5000 magical ways without lifting a finger??? and yet he stabs him? with a dagger? and you watch as blood spurts out of the wound??

and then 10 minutes later tells rook that their BLOOD at the RITUAL SITE, from some minor wound on the back of their head, allowed him to form a connection???? when the one truly bleeding out in a puddle was Varric??? when blood magic is apparently being used already by him to create the connection to rook (and notice how solas says, when accused, “I abhor blood magic” NOT “I didn’t use blood magic”!)

we also see ghilannain stabbed with the ritual dagger in the release date trailer, and similar waves of magic/energy roll out of her as they do varric as they both lay on the ground, lyrium dagger in their chest.

he must have needed varrics blood in that dagger for some reason. no clue why, maybe to save Varric, maybe to save himself, let’s not even think about how the idol that bore that dagger is the same thing that cost Varric his brother! but anyway. something is going on with that ill bet money on it

[terinour]

Chamber of secrets / La chambre des secrets

Chamber of secrets

He hadn't been back to the family home in at least twenty years, maybe more. He had the impression of going back in time. The notary had given him an envelope with keys. The one to the front door was heavy and cold.

He stood for a moment on the porch, both eager and anxious about what he was about to discover, a bit like an archaeologist at the entrance to a temple, or a Mausoleum. It was early and already images were assailing him. He turned the key in the lock. The door was double locked and two sharp knocks tore the silence. A bird flew into the nearby tree. Wings beating, then silence again.

He lit a flashlight because the moon was too dim, and pushed open the door. A breath of air escaped from the house and made him shiver. That draft seemed alive, like a beast that had been lurking back there all this time, patiently waiting for someone to open the door and finally jump out.

As he suspected, the house was full of objects. He knew at that moment that it would be difficult. Even the smell was familiar. A song echoed in his head, a rhyme his grandmother used to hum to him when day gave way to night. It was an enigmatic song, in an unknown language. Each object was in its place and they would lose their soul if they were moved. They had a piece of history in common but their existence would continue after his. "Perhaps the objects keep a trace of those they have crossed" he said to himself. All these objects had an existence, a trajectory of their own. Would he be able to get rid of all these links?

On a piece of furniture, right at the entrance, was a world map. "It too is still there”. He put his hand on it and gently turned the globe. A map holder stood next to it, open-mouthed, filled with letters from all over the world. He pulled out the drawer underneath. "And is she still there too?" The African dagger that served as a paper cutter, admittedly a bit heavy, was shining despite the dim light of the lamp. Its presence made him like an interior burn, a pinch in the heart. "I used to open grandpa's letters with it." He took it in his hand. He then thought of the "Manual of Epictetus", a small book compiled by Arrien which contained all the Stoic doctrine. This book was called the enkheiridion, literally what one keeps in one's hand, like a dagger.

Words and things can be linked by the same destiny. He slipped the dagger into his belt. Where he was going now, he wouldn't need it. But its presence gave him courage. He knew he had to face his fate now. He turned slowly and swallowed. Right there, behind him, was the chamber of secrets. He had given it that name when he was very small, because it was the only door in the whole house that always remained closed. It was the only place that no one talked about, the only place that made his grandmother's head spin and his grandfather's eyes fill with sadness.

When he was home, they were rarely away and never for very long. It only happened once or twice a year. By dint of searching every nook and cranny, he finally found the key and gained access to the room. Inside this small room was a multitude of objects piled up, old trunks and a large wardrobe. He knew instinctively that what he was looking for was there, in that cupboard. Inside there were more things, toys this time. He found a Meccano box that must have belonged to his father. And then his eyes fell on some drawers. One of them was closed. He knew immediately that everything was there and that his grandmother must have kept this key on her at all times.

Twenty minutes later he turned the envelope over and a small, shiny key fell into his trembling hand. He was sweating and his heart was beating so hard he could almost hear it. His hand was shaking so badly that he had to take several tries to place it in the lock.

He turned the key. The drawer was locked, too, with a double turn. He was the first to open it since his grandmother's death. It was daylight now, and the light, curious, was seeping through the smallest of gaps. He was afraid. He would have liked to gain time but he could not turn back.

It contained papers and photos. There were also birth certificates written in Russian, documents in German, "Ausweis", some documents in Polish this time. And at the bottom a list. A list of crossed-out names. At the end of each line, he recognized the sadly famous words: Auschwitz, Treblinka, Sobibor...

He closed his eyes and lowered his head. He shouldn't have cracked, not now. How could they tell him? He understood now why they had visited Oradour sur Glane together, why they sometimes talked about the war, the occupation and the Kommandantur that used to be in the castle next door, now in ruins.

"Socrates was right when he said: Know thyself, and nothing too much". He carefully put the documents away in an inside pocket. He locked the chamber of secrets, then the house. He left without looking back, leaving no trace but his footsteps in the snow.

Note: I had translated my own text entitled "La chambre des secrets" below in french. I apologize for this appoximative translation. I used https://www.deepl.com/translator

La chambre des secrets

Il n’avait pas remis les pieds dans cet endroit depuis au moins vingt ans, peut-être plus. Il avait l’impression de revenir en arrière, de remonter le temps. Le notaire lui avait confié une enveloppe avec des clefs. Celle de la porte d’entrée était lourde et froide.

Il resta un moment sous le porche, à la fois pressé et anxieux à l’idée de ce qu’il allait découvrir, un peu comme un archéologue à l’entrée d’un temple, ou d’un Mausolée. Il était tôt et déjà des images l’assaillaient. Il tourna la clef dans la serrure. La porte était fermée à double tour et deux claquements secs déchirèrent le silence. Un oiseau s’envola dans l’arbre voisin. Battements d’ailes puis, à nouveau, le silence.

Il alluma une lampe torche parce que la lune éclairait trop faiblement, et il poussa la porte. Un souffle d’air s’échappa de la maison et le fit frissonner. Ce courant d’air semblait vivant, comme une bête qui serait restée tapie là derrière pendant tout ce temps, attendant patiemment que quelqu’un ouvre pour ce jeter dehors, enfin.

Comme il s’en doutait, la maison était remplie d’objets. Il sut à cet instant que ce serait difficile. Même l’odeur lui était familière. Un chant résonna dans sa tête, une comptine que lui fredonnait sa grand-mère quand le jour cédait la place à la nuit. C’était un chant énigmatique, dans une langue inconnue. Chaque objet était à sa place. Ils perdraient leur âme si on venait à les déplacer. Ils avaient un bout d’histoire en commun mais leur existence se prolongerait après la sienne. « Les objets conservent peut-être une trace de ceux qu’ils ont croisé » se dit-il. Tous ces objets avaient une existence, une trajectoire propre. Arriverait-il à se défaire de tous ces liens ?

Sur un meuble, juste à l’entrée, se trouvait une mappemonde. « Elle aussi est toujours là ». Il posa sa main dessus et fit doucement tourner le globe. Un porte carte était à côté, la gueule ouverte, rempli de lettres venues de tous les coins du monde. Il tira le tiroir en dessous. « Et elle, est-elle toujours là aussi ? ». La dague africaine qui servait de coupe papier, certes un peu lourd, resplendissait malgré la faible luminosité de la lampe. Sa présence lui faisait comme une brûlure intérieure, un pincement au cœur. « J’ouvrais les lettres de papy avec ». Il la prit dans sa main. Il pensa alors au « Manuel d’Épictète », un petit livre compilé par Arrien qui renfermait toute la doctrine stoïcienne. Ce livre était nommé l’enkheiridion, littéralement ce que l’on garde sous la main, comme une dague.

Les mots et les choses peuvent être liées par un même destin. Il glissa la dague à sa ceinture. Là où il se rendait maintenant, il n’en aurait pas besoin. Mais sa présence lui donnait du courage. Il savait qu’il devait maintenant affronter son destin. Il se tourna lentement et déglutit. Juste là, derrière lui, se trouvait la chambre des secrets. Il lui avait donné ce nom lorsqu’il était tout petit, parce que c’était la seule porte de toute la maison qui restait toujours fermée. C’était le seul endroit dont personne ne parlait, le seul dont la simple évocation faisait tourner la tête à sa grand-mère et emplir de tristesse les yeux de son grand-père.

Quand il était chez eux, ils s’absentaient rarement et jamais très longtemps. Cela n’arrivait qu’une à deux fois par an. A force de fouiller le moindre recoin il finit par trouver la clef et accéder à la chambre. A l’intérieur de cette petite pièce se trouvait une multitude d’objets entassés, de vieilles malles et une grande armoire. Il sut instinctivement que ce qu’il cherchait était là, dans cette armoire. A l’intérieur il y a avait encore d’autres choses, des jouets cette fois. Il trouva une boîte de Meccano qui avait du appartenir à son père. Et puis son regard tomba sur des tiroirs. L’un d’eux était fermé. Il sut immédiatement que tout était là et que sa grand-mère devait conserver cette clef continuellement sur elle.

Vingt plus tard il retourna l’enveloppe et une petite clef brillante tomba dans sa main tremblante. Il transpirait et son cœur battait si fort qu’il pouvait presque l’entendre. Sa main tremblait tellement qu’il du s’y prendre à plusieurs fois pour la placer dans la serrure.

Il fit pivoter la clef. Le tiroir était fermé, lui aussi, à double tour. Il était le premier à l’ouvrir depuis la mort de sa grand-mère. Il faisait jour maintenant et la lumière, curieuse, s’infiltrait par le moindre interstice. Il avait peur. Il aurait voulu gagner du temps mais il ne pouvait plus faire machine arrière.

Il recelait des papiers et des photos. Il y avait également des actes de naissances rédigés en Russe, des documents en Allemand, des « Ausweis », quelques documents en polonais cette fois. Et au fond une liste. Une liste de noms rayés. Au bout de chaque ligne il reconnut des mots tristement célèbres : Auschwitz, Treblinka, Sobibor…

Il ferma les yeux et baissa la tête. Il ne fallait pas craquer, pas maintenant. Comment auraient-ils pu le lui dire ? Il comprit maintenant pourquoi ils avaient visité ensemble Oradour sur Glane, pourquoi ils parlaient parfois de la guerre, de l’occupation et de la Kommandantur qui était autrefois dans le château d’à côté, aujourd’hui en ruines.

« Socrate avait raison quand il disait : Connais toi toi-même, et rien de trop ». Il rangea soigneusement les documents dans une poche intérieure. Il referma la chambre des secrets à double tour, puis la maison. Il s’en alla sans se retourner et ne laissa pas d’autres traces que ses pas dans la neige.

[fire-kitty-lol]

Sooo, if you haven’t guessed, PK is one of my comfort characters (for some strange reason) so have some pk Headcanons

-his vision is shit, mainly due to an eye injury he got during the fight with Xero. Took a dagger-sized mail to the eye, cut through the pupil and iris, (eyes don’t really bleed unless you pierce the back of the socket). So his eye is forever unfocused, though it was bad before. Wyrm’s are burrowing creatures after all!

- Wyrm’s are usually nocturnal, while most bugs in Hallownest well, aren’t. He’s got bad jet lag, and insomnia, which don’t mix well. He probably wouldn’t be awake if he didn’t have at least 6 cups of coffee in a 4 hour period (do not do this irl)

- He was a runt, however, he was one of the only two eggs in his clutch to hatch, his sibling died after a few weeks. His growth was stunted from malnutrition, but managed to defy odds and become rather powerful.

- ADHD.

- he gets overstimulated/overwhelmed easily in social situations, he doesn’t know how to talk to people very well

- light sensitivity

- He picks at his skin (chitin?) (determotilamania)

- Congenital insensitivity to pain, he’s aware of it, and does check himself for wounds he can’t feel, and makes sure to get second opinions on things (like running baths)

- his foresight can present in a multitude of ways, if he concentrates on it, he can have full visions, but in his day to day life it presents much like Charles Bonnet Syndrome. He’ll see phantom images if possible futures blending into a single reality.

- he tried to be a good father, though he felt himself undeserving of the title,

-horribly depressed

-he loves with his whole heart, and adores his family (not his parents, he barely remembers their faces)

-He and Root started having relationship problems as the infection got worse, they were both stressed and spread thin. It eventually started to become unhealthy for them both, it hurt, but they agreed some time apart would be best for them both.

- He won’t admit it, but he and radiance were friends at one point, but well, betrayal breeds revenge, and sometimes, creating an entire dance of people causes people to start comparing your friends to you, using you to “motivate” them

- he could barely live with himself after the vessel plan was enacted, and regret and eventually void consumed him

- he wants nothing more than to make up for everything, even if he’s bitter about what happened

[remratsuken]

Okay, I'll put on my big boy pants and engage in some internet debate for once.

T3: They're still doing the same damage to the eco system

Barn cats, be that built for big or small barns, homesteads, etc. have a purpose that ideally stays within the walls of whatever their training focuses on, such as in Dagger and Saber's case of managing pests and rodents, acting as a first sign of alert regarding predators or having more specialized roles such as hunting local wildlife, though the point can be made that unlike dogs, cats lacked a selective breeding process that took place over many centuries (and likely millennia) and as such are not the right tool for the job.

In short, yes, they do damage to the ecosystem. That is the purpose of an animal that is trained to perform a task rooted in that very ecosystem. What I think you're more getting at is their tendency to be a very invasive species, but you're favoring more destructive and uncoordinated parts of them brought about by ignorant owners over trained professionals (or at least those with experience) who have an idea of what these animals can be used for.

Before I come off as sounding sympathetic to outdoor cats, I'm not. I do not believe the average person should own an outdoor cat without very good reason, such as the above mentioned points of it being trained for a specific purpose, therapy cats included. There's a multitude of reasons that they shouldn't be endorsed, but you said it best with

T3: ...and [are] still at the same risk of getting injured, sick, or generally suffering

and

T3: This is a super specific case

Although, I should still offer my thoughts on these. I'm not denying the existence of potential pathogens or infectious agents that could possibly occur in or spread to cats, and I'm well aware of what kinds exist. In fact, this is one of the many reasons outdoor cat owners should again, be condemned. This being said, there are vaccines that exist that seek to minimize the risk of at least a given few diseases and afflictions and, ideally, work to better aid a working cat in its day to day life. Further still, a responsible cat owner and trainer will understand what their cat will need prior before putting them to work and potentially endangering them. The problem stems from the fact most people don't have working cats, and not everyone will get them vaccinated.

As for being a specific case, it isn't. You said it yourself that while barn cats do exist, they are to be completely forbidden and should be illegal. If you accept that the definition of an outdoor cat is one that is allowed more than at least 1/3 of its standard walking-around time to be outside rather than inside, no situation I could possibly cite is too niche. You also seem to consider that cats trained for a specific purpose are just as easily considered hazardous and should similarly be outlawed because of the risk to them and the outside. What about every single risk for outdoor dogs you seem to be ignoring? I do say "ignoring" not maliciously, but because in your original post you say

T3: ...get a damn ratting dog it won't give your livestock diseases

--which is blatantly incorrect. Here's a short PDF (or two) that actually proves the opposite of what you said, which I find even more alarming considering the fact we've gone on a multi-millennia tirade of breeding these dogs to have hyperspecific traits and instincts. If you did know this and were simply localizing it to cats, don't. Go big or go home, that's /gen.

T3: I wouldnt agree with someone letting their terrier run around un checked most of the day

Neither would I, it's a good thing this specific back and forth we're having is about legitimately trained animals rather than negligent owners, but then you went ahead and said this:

T3: no matter how much the terrier is killing rats and keeping the farm free of rodents, that dog is still running around doing god knows what else

You seem to be paranoid that trained animals are simply these fragile creatures that apparently can turn entire ecosystems to ash (this part is true in some cases) while also being this dainty and flimsy organism that barely holds its weight (this is not).

The alternative is you don't think they're fragile, just that they're destructive, and an ecosystem must be protected at all costs, even at risk to a farm or homestead. This is your personal view, and I would like to remind you that while I have been somewhat facetious and sarcastic, I'm attacking your opinion, and not your person. That being said, I'm going to continue attacking this view/idea because to me it's an asinine take rooted in goodwill and a lack of understanding.

Sure, in the context of a wild habitat, an animal that is not native to the area should not be allowed to roam free and damage it. There is a case where a cat single-handedly caused the extinction of a bird and I think this is a level of extreme that we shouldn't be talking about, but it's worth referencing given all that's been said so far. However, at what point does an outside cat become the single-biggest threat to a species? Surely it's not common, but this is pure speculation on my end. What isn't speculation is (and I'm trying to be very careful with my wording) human life takes precedence. Again, before I sound like a madman flailing her arms over her head and advocating for the extinction of every species or ecosystem we don't deem appropriate, here is a much-needed disclaimer: I am speaking in regards to our day-to-day life and survival, economy, and housing. I am not saying we should demolish (or risk demolishing) natural habitats and our own ecosystems just for the sake of greed, and I never have. I am saying that in the very niche context that is either protection from outside predators or procuring food to feed hundreds of millions of people, a few trees must fall. Frankly, you couldn't pay me not to cut down a tree if it meant my family would stay warm for the night, so long as there wasn't any alternatives.

T3: Minion isn't allowed to free roam either is he?

To my knowledge, Minion is allowed to roam free in specific circumstances, though that's more in a commanding/advisory context and capacity than a general one. Really, I should reach out to Nate and see if Minion is allowed to do his own thing, but it wouldn't surprise me if that was the case.

T3: bro you sound like youre 12, first of all stop acting edgy going all "ohh ohhh i love starting drama"

Yeah, this is fair. In my defense, you made a very generalized statement and at the time I was on my 8th cup of coffee and was basically simulating what it was like to have Parkinson's, so I wasn't in the mood to act coherent or link things. Luckily today I'm only on my sixth, so we'll see if I last long enough to drink a seventh or if I have a stroke on my way to the kitchen after having written all of this.

outdoor cats should be illegal. I don't care that it's gonna make it impossible for some people to have cats, I don't care that it would make more cats have to be put down because they can't be kept indoors. No, barn cats aren't a valid excuse. Barn cats are useless, get a damn ratting dog it won't give your livestock diseases or shit in their feed like barn cats do. I don't give a shit that your cat tears the house up if you keep it inside, maybe you should actually care for your cat and not expect all it's enrichment to come from being tossed outdoors. Stop making up excuses for neglecting cats.

[katsulia]

Heyyy! Could you do "he offends you" with kuroo, Tsukishima and daichi? Thank uu!

He offends you - part3

featuring : Kuroo, Tsukishima

Atsumu and Kageyama version

a/n : I’m so sorry that I took soooooo long to answer this, but here it is ! Daichi version will come in another part with Oikawa’s one !

Kuroo

The exams were coming up fast and as they approached your stress only increased considerably. The dark circles were even more visible on your face and you could see the tiredness miles away. It was absolutely necessary to ensure good grades for this semester in order to hope to make up for the less honourable grades of the previous semester. The nights were long and at this point you could compete with the Hunchback of Notre-Dame and could easily win because of your slouched position upon your desk.

However, that didn't stop Kuroo from coming to visit you in your room. After more than two years of relationship he had learned to notice everything about you whether it was your way of making noise with your nails on any surface, cutting your fruit always very meticulously or your stubbornness. That's why he knew he had to intervene this weekend after having left you all week to your stubbornness to work in an unhealthy way. So at the end of the afternoon he appeared in your apartment with a bag full of your favorite sweets in his hand. Not surprisingly, he found you in your room, hunched over your desk with a multitude of documents and manuals scattered on it. Standing with his head in the doorway, he couldn't help smiling at your concentrated expression and your rather peculiar posture.

"Hey kitten, how's it going?" he whispered in the middle of your ear after putting the bag on your bed. His arms came around your body even though you didn't seem very responsive to his approaches.

"Hmm ... Tetsu wait, I need to focus on this chapter." You got out of his grip without even looking up from your notebook.

Obviously this was not to the liking of Kuroo who was getting more and more worried about your condition. Beyond the fact that he may have been in need of attention, he considered your stubbornness useless at this stage. The rhythm that you had adapted in the last few days was not at all productive and you deserved to take a break.

"You should take a quick pause chibi-chan" he tried one last time to talk some sense into you. His hand stroking your hair was meant to reassure you, but it only intensified your anxiety and irritation towards him.

"I really need to work on this course and get a good grade." You let out a long sigh at the end of your sentence because this debate with Kuroo was just wasting your time. "You let out a long sigh at the end of your sentence because this debate with Kuroo was just taking up your time.

Kuroo rolled his eyes, you were not even aware that it was counterproductive and you were too narrow-minded for him. "But what you're doing here is useless, you have to stagger your workload, otherwise your brain won't memorize anything and you know it. But once again you prefer to be stubborn when it harms you, that's not the way to get a good grade. »

He was certainly telling the truth and probably didn't mean to be rude, but that didn't stop his words from being a little too raw. Deep down you knew that he only wanted what was good for you, but at that moment you took it as a personal attack, especially since the pressure you were putting on yourself would soon make you explode. Having your boyfriend question your way of working was the last thing you needed. Subconsciously you clenched your fist around the pen you were holding and took a deep breath with your eyes closed to try to calm yourself down. But soon tears began to form and flow down your cheeks. Both on edge and totally vulnerable you didn't want to let Kuroo see you like this.

"Ok, I get it Tetsuro, but I remind you that not all of us are geniuses like you and some of us need to work. Which I'm trying to do, I'm sorry that I don't belong to the same world as you." Your tone was cold and dry which was rare for you. "Your tone was cold and dry which was rare for you.  But it's true that the fact that Kuroo was pretty good academically didn't help the situation and you almost felt humiliated like a child being scolded by an adult. You would have liked to be like Kuroo and understand everything at first hand without having to spend hours in your lessons hoping for a decent grade, but this was not the case.

Kuroo, on the other hand, was petrified and didn't expect this at all. It had nothing to do with his abilities? He never thought he had offended you or even looked down on you. It's true that sometimes he liked to tease you about your dubious knowledge in chemistry but it never went any further. He felt extremely bad because he only made you feel worse when his goal was the opposite. But it wasn't a time for laments and regrets right now, you were the one who needed help. He turned your chair and lowered himself to your level to talk to you straight in the eyes.

"Kitten, I'm really sorry you feel that way. First of all, I'm not here to blame you or lecture you, but I know how hard you've worked and how you forgot to take care of yourself, so I wanted you to take a break. I assure you that it will do you good and that you will be ready to go back to work in better conditions. And I know this because I know you are determined and stubborn in the positive ways but sometimes you don't even pay attention to yourself anymore." His thumbs caressed your cheeks and dried your tears, and miraculously the feeling of his fingers on your skin instantly calmed you down. It was hard to look him straight in the eye, but it was clear that his gaze was only holding love for you. « And secondly, I'm not a genius. I'm just a nerd who spends all his time making chemical jokes, please don't ever devalue yourself over that again, okay?" Automatically you let a smile appear on your face, he was right he was a nerd first and foremost. Kuroo then smiled, happy to see you feeling better already. He dared to place a kiss on your forehead and his heart warmed up when he felt your hands clinging to his shirt.

"Come on, now we're watching Emily in Paris, and I've got your favorite snacks. And then I promise I'll help you study." You didn't even have time to say anything that Kuroo was already lifting you up on the way to your bed. And getting under the comforter cuddled to Kuroo was certainly not something you were going to say no to.

Tsukishima

Often after class you would stay in the library for a while and work on while Tsukishima finished training with the volleyball team. But today it wasn't in your plans, at least not since lunch.

You were discussing with Kiyoko and Yaichi about the progress of the semester and the growing complexity of homework. The girls were interested in your grades and how you were managing everything as if it was easy.

"If getting good grades means getting the same results as Kageyama and Hinata, then yes, you can ask Y/N for advice," you almost jolted at the voice of your boyfriend that was just behind you. Kageyama who was standing aside looked at him with daggers in his eyes yet Tsukishima remained totally indifferent. It was the girls who burst out laughing at this scene knowing full well that he was trying to prick the two boys who undoubtedly excelled on a volleyball court but much less when it came to bringing home good grades. Soon you joined them in your turn, as you could not hold your breath in front of a smoking Kageyama.

But even if you laughed at the core you took Tsukishima's remark very badly. You were used to your boyfriend's rather harsh words and knew that most of his coldness was deceptive, although this time you couldn't help being struck by his words. You felt humiliated worse than when you were in public. Did he really see you like that, a little silly around the edges? You liked to think that he didn't, after all he wasn't the kind of person to bother with people who didn't deserve his time. And that's not true, you were far from having castrophic results, and anyway, even that wouldn't change the fact that your intelligence was certainly not defined by your grades. Yet you were just thinking about it because you were rather proud of the results you were getting after the efforts you were making, and Tsukishima more than anyone else knew this because he himself was a witness to the work you were putting in. Until now you had always believed that he was proud of you even though he didn't show it so much because it wasn't in his nature, but right now you strongly doubted it.

That's why you didn't want to go home with him and have to endure any more nasty remarks from him. All the way home you just replayed what he had said and kept repeating his words over and over again. You know you shouldn't give it too much importance, but it was impossible to ignore his cold voice in your head. Your spirits had taken a hit and you just wanted to get into your comforter and move on. But suddenly your cell phone lit up with a new message from Tsukishima.

You went home early?

Your thumbs stayed up above your screen not knowing if you should answer or not. Was he surprised not to see you at the gym doors? Honestly, what did he expect? You hadn't even exchanged a word after lunch.

Yes

Fast and efficient. Even he would have answered like that. The message was simple and didn't say anything special.

Okay. Why?

I wanted to study so I wouldn't have the same grades as Kageyama and Hinata.

The second you sent the message you were already regretting it. Surely he was going to know that you were referring to the lunchtime and he was going to bother you even more with it. You would have been better off ignoring it and finding some other excuse he's never going to let you go with it again.

Read. No answer? Maybe it was better than one of his terrible comebacks that you absolutely didn't need right now. But yet it still affected you a little bit more, he really doesn't care, does he? Didn't he realize that sometimes it was too much and that a relationship shouldn't be like that? All these questions were running through your head while you were lying there in bed staring at the ceiling. You don't know how long you were in that position before a big blonde head barged into your room.

"Kei? What are you doing here? "Your face reflected your surprise and you immediately straightened up to see your boyfriend coming closer and closer to you.

"Your brother let me in and I knocked on the door but you didn't hear me." he stopped a few feet from your bed and stood staring at you. His face seemed neutral and unemotional, which wasn't really surprising.

"Uh ... Yes ... But that still doesn't explain why you're here? "You were stumbling over your words, which conveyed your anxiety and incomprehension about his unexpected presence.

"I spent the end of the day surrounded by idiots like Kageyama and Hinata. And I was hoping after that to go home with my girlfriend to recharge my batteries and finally be with someone who doesn't give me a headache. Except that today I'm the one who hurt her head. "Without even wanting to, your eyes softened and you already wanted to take him in your arms. But your brain was still resisting and thinking about what he had said earlier.

"Yet you thought I was on the same footing as your two teammates. "With your arms folded, you stared at Tsukishima, who couldn't help but sigh at your pout.

"But you know that if you were anything like them I would never hang out with you. I wouldn't want you to be my girlfriend. "You rolled your eyes, there was nothing romantic about it. But when he sat on your bed and intertwined your fingers you already had a slight smile on your face. Seeing that you weren't rejecting him, he moved closer to you and placed his head on your shoulder. "Sorry," he whispered softly. And if that wasn't enough for some of us it was more than enough for you, especially since you already knew that tomorrow he would take you to your favorite bubble tea and that it would last all week.

[retro-scorpio]

The Arcana Meets The Devildom (Part Seven)

The Evolution of MC’s Relationship With The Residents of The House of Lamentation

Author’s Note: Even though the MC described in the following post will be based on myself, I will not be using my actual name, a fictional name, or gendered pronouns for MC at this time. I still want it to be accessible to people, and I feel like giving a name/gendered pronouns to my version of MC will remove a layer of that accessibility. Plus, it will (hopefully) allow people to insert themselves, their version of MC, and/or their OC into this if they so choose. Also, this is going to end up being a long post that uses explicit language, so if that’s not your thing, you can just scroll past this.

Fictional Backstory: Upon dying from the Red Plague, MC finds themselves not in the afterworld that they had familiarized themselves with, but plopped down in the student council room of the Royal Academy of Diavolo with only the memories of the faces they left behind in Vesuvia and the knowledge of the magic they learned while they were still ‘”alive”. Once MC passes through the portal to return to the human world after their second stint in the Devildom, they find themselves back in Vesuvia due to Asra raising them from the “dead”. Neither the residents of Vesuvia nor the Devildom know that they’ve dealt with the same MC until after Julian, Asra, and Lucio’s arrival to the Devildom. Let’s just say everyone was in for a treat when their beloved MC strolled into the residence they were visiting and said hello to the Vesuvian person in the room.

Julian: MC’s main lover in Vesuvia. MC actually developed a crush on the plague doctor when they were his apprentice, but due to the relationship they had with Asra at the time, they kept their feelings to themselves. What MC likes the most about Julian (besides his good looks) is his sense of humor, because it shows the full range of his personality: intelligent and witty yet goofy and a little stupid. When it comes to bedroom activities, MC and Julian keep things fresh and exciting. There are times where they’ll do the good ol’ missionary sex, times where Julian will fuck MC silly (usually after an evening show at the community theater in Goldgrave when Julian just has so much adrenaline from acting on stage that he can’t sit still), and times where MC will edge Julian and make him beg for his orgasm. 

Out of the three Vesuvian men, Julian is the most understanding and accepting of MC pursuing other people romantically during their stay in the Devildom. To paraphrase Julian, MC was considered dead in Vesuvia for the three years MC spent in this other world, and his relationship with MC didn’t start until after MC rose from the dead/returned from the Devildom, so he considers it a part of MC’s past that they should not feel ashamed of. MC enjoys the fact that Julian gets on with her Devildom friends/lovers as well as he does for a variety of reasons (as you, the reader, will see unfold in this post and in others).

Lucifer: MC’s main lover in the Devildom. MC developed a crush on the eldest demon brother pretty much the moment they set eyes on him, but unfortunately for MC, Lucifer initially saw them as a weak human exchange student that he was forced to take care of. Lucifer’s impression of MC only worsened when they went up the stairs to the attic, and MC was incredibly heartbroken and pissed when they found out that Lucifer was the one responsible for locking Belphie up in the attic and deceiving the other brothers about Belphie’s whereabouts. These feelings culminate in the underground tomb. MC, incredibly angry at Lucifer and yet (somehow) wanting to gain his approval, wraps Lucifer’s hands around their neck and dares him/gives him permission to kill them as punishment for allowing Luke access to the House of Lamentation and dragging Beel in their shenanigans. 

Initially after this incident, Lucifer and MC wanted very little to do with each other, but as time wore on, they slowly grew closer to one another. MC’s crush on Lucifer resumed, albeit cautiously, and Lucifer started developing feelings of his own towards MC, although he would have never admitted that to himself or anyone else, not even Asmo (who sensed Lucifer’s crush on MC perhaps even before Lucifer himself did). Perhaps Asmo was on to something, because why would Lucifer feel as betrayed as he did when MC told him that they had met Belphegor? Sure, he felt that MC had just put his entire family at risk of experiencing Diavolo’s wrath, which is a decent enough reason to become irate at someone, but there was something else that was feeding into his anger as well, something that was related to love. MC, in a fit of passion and after Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, and Beel entered the room and tried to stop Lucifer from annihilating MC, grabbed a nearby knife and chopped two of their fingers off, staring Lucifer dead in the face and not shedding a single tear (due to adrenaline numbing the pain). 

Once the situation with Belphegor was resolved and the youngest brother was allowed to live with the rest of his family again, Lucifer calls MC into his study and put their fingers back on with some sewing and a bit of magic. Just as MC is about to leave, Lucifer tells MC that he’s sorry. MC, understand that it takes a lot for the Avatar of Pride to apologize, forgives him, and Lucifer thanks them for their forgiveness. This interaction would be the catalyst for their romantic relationship, and they would eventually repeat this exchange when MC is about to kill Lucifer with the Night Dagger.

Lucifer and MC’s romantic relationship is one built on admiration for each other. Get Lucifer drunk on Demonus, and he’ll blab all about how much he adores everything about MC. The pair can usually be found in one of four places at the House: Lucifer’s study, the library, the music room, and Lucifer’s bedroom. The library and music room are safe places for the couple to be discovered in, for they’re either reading (library) or listening to the other play music (music room). Lucifer’s study is a bit of a gamble, for they could either be working on paperwork/schoolwork in each other’s company, or Lucifer could have MC bent over his desk and ramming his dick in and out of them.

As for Lucifer’s bedroom, it’s best for everyone involved if no one disturbs Lucifer and MC. Most of the time, Lucifer uses his bedroom to explore MC’s kinks. About half the time, it gets sexual; the other half is mere discovery of what MC likes and what MC deems as limits. Sometimes, when Lucifer just wants to be close to MC, they will do the good ol’ missionary. MC is one of two people that can get Lucifer to submit to them, and that happens only when the eldest demon brother wants a break from being in charge of everything.

Lucifer was pleased to find out that not only did MC and Julian know each other, but that they started a romantic relationship when MC returned to Vesuvia. Since Julian is (sort of) the Vesuvian version of him, it raises his pride (and ego) to discover that they both fit MC’s type. If MC doesn’t bring the idea up first, he might just suggest bringing Julian into some of their bedroom activities.

Mammon: One of MC’s fuck buddies in the Devildom. Initially, Mammon and MC vehemently hated each other. Mammon thought that MC was a pretentious snob, and MC believed Mammon to be a complete and utter asshole. Whenever they were near each other, they would inevitably butt heads and argue loudly, to the annoyance and shock of everyone else.

One of these arguments occurs in Mammon’s room. Lucifer had sent MC in there to help tutor Mammon, since they were doing well in the classes that Mammon was failing. MC gets frustrated that Mammon isn’t even trying to get the material, and Mammon accuses MC of only helping him in order to stay on Lucifer’s good side. MC lets a compliment slip when they yell at Mammon, “If I didn’t think there was a way for you to wrap your brain around this, I wouldn’t still be here!” Mammon stares at MC as MC processes what they just said, and the pair are so still and quiet that someone could hear a pin drop. Then, as if someone hit the fast forward button, Mammon pounces on MC, and they aggressively make out. Thirty minutes later, both are a naked, sweaty mess on Mammon’s couch, and the room reeks of what they’ve just done. Thank goodness demons can only impregnate when it’s mating season...

When Mammon isn’t fucking the shit out of MC (which is what usually happens when MC and Mammon get together sexually, despite popular belief), the pair is seen tinkering around with Mammon’s car. While MC does still tutor Mammon at times, Mammon’s (finally) at a point where he’s at least passing all of his classes. Mammon sometimes takes MC out with him to his modeling gigs, which has resulted in MC ending up on the cover of a couple magazines.

When Mammon found out about MC’s other life in Vesuvia, he initially got really jealous of Julian, but that feeling quickly got replaced with something else when he found out about the nature of MC and Lucio’s relationship. In his ongoing attempt of earning all the Grimm in the world, Mammon gets the “brilliant” idea to film a really filthy porno starring him, Lucio, and MC (with MC’s consent, of course). Mammon also likes taking naps with MC and Julian for some reason that he still doesn’t quite understand.

Levi: One of MC’s friends in the Devildom that they hooked up with once. Levi hated MC long after the TSL trivia showdown, and MC had no idea why. At first, MC chalked up Levi’s hatred towards them to his feelings about losing to someone he deemed inferior to him, but as time went on and Levi still was acting cold towards them, MC felt that there was something else that was upsetting Levi. As it turns out, it all boiled down to Levi’s sin: envy. Levi was jealous of MC on a multitude of levels. He saw how MC was acing the subjects that he struggled in; he saw how well MC got along with everyone; and he even saw how easy it was for MC to express their feelings for someone. Long story short, Levi felt inadequate against and unworthy of spending time with MC, and he hated both himself and MC for it.

All it took for him to change his mind was an impromptu family gaming night in Levi’s room. The game? DarioKart (the Devildom equivalent of MarioKart). Levi was winning every single race he was in, even against decent racers like MC, Beel, and Lucifer. Asmo, being the Avatar of Lust, was the first to discover that Levi’s skills at DarioKart was causing MC to, shall we say, look at the third-eldest demon brother in a new light. At Asmo’s advice, MC whispered in Levi’s ear that if he won the next race he competed in, they would make this a night to remember. MC gave him a kiss on the cheek, and that was enough motivation for him to destroy his opponents in his next race. With Lucifer (who was in the loop due to Asmo having a quiet conversation with him during the race) and Asmo’s help, Levi and MC were able to have some privacy.

Once everyone’s out of the room, MC moves from their spot on the floor and straddles Levi’s lap, which causes Levi to turn red and begin stuttering. MC moves Levi’s fringe out of his eyes and tells him how hot Levi was, winning so many times. Before Levi can reply, MC leans in and kisses him. Unsurprisingly, Levi’s shy at first, because he’s scared that MC’s going to pull away in disgust or that he’s going to wake up and find out that all of this was a dream; however, when neither one of those things happens, Levi gets more bold as he gains confidence. This slow, sensuous make-out session eventually leads to MC blowing him in his gaming chair, and after that evening Levi starts treating MC nicely (for some totally unknown reason (ha ha)). There is not a second sexual encounter, but Levi’s perfectly content with the one. All he needs MC to do is to hang out with him and watch anime and/or play video games.

Levi was excited when he found out that MC knew Julian and Asra, because that meant that he could invite the three of them to his room and know that they genuinely wanted to be there. Sure, Henry 2.0 is a nice enough friend, but Levi comes to discover that having human friends is just as good as having an animal companion.

Satan: MC’s (kind of) ex-turned-best-friend. MC first had their eyes on Satan when they entered his room for the first time and saw the sheer volume of books he had in his possession. MC’s crush on Satan grew when he was a guest speaker in their curses and hexes class. To put it simply, MC found Satan’s intelligence incredibly sexy. Similarly, when Satan was tasked with proofreading MC’s Devildom Literature essay, he discovered that the quality of writing was as good as his, that the points MC made in the essay were intelligent and pertinent to the topic of their essay, and that they had no grammatical, spelling, or formatting mistakes, he nearly busted a nut right there in the classroom.

MC and Satan’s romantic relationship blossomed after the incident that occurred between MC and Lucifer in the underground tomb, and the pairing was (surprisingly) a healthy one. Satan looked out for MC and defended them whenever Lucifer was criticizing them (both in front of MC and behind their back), and MC helped Satan to not only discover his own identity outside of being Lucifer’s spawn and the Avatar of Wrath, but to accept the parts of him that didn’t fit into either one of those titles. While the sex wasn’t the type to be described in erotica, it was definitely full of love from both parties.

Satan and MC broke up on good terms a couple days after Lucifer mended MC’s hand. Due to the fourth demon brother’s relationship with Asmo, he knew that, even though MC did love Satan and enjoyed being in a romantic relationship with him, their heart truly belonged to Lucifer. While the old Satan would have hated MC (for falling for Lucifer) and Lucifer (for taking MC away from him), the ‘new’ Satan was at peace with the whole thing. If there was anyone that he would want to see MC happy with (that wasn’t him), it was Lucifer. Satan knew that, once the foundation was laid, Lucifer would care for MC just as deeply as he did. Plus, it would be weird for MC to continue dating him when they’re trying to start a relationship with someone who’s technically his dad.

Satan and MC can usually be found in a quiet corner of RAD or the House, studying, reading, writing, and/or debating (depending on the day). They enjoy each other’s company, and they’re able to bond over their love of learning and books. When the demon brothers were under the influence of the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup and MC had to give each of them an order in order to them to snap out of it, MC had Satan kiss them on the cheek, figuring that it was intimate enough to break the spell the syrup had caused without creating an emotional mess.

Satan’s one of the few people in the Devildom that gets along with all three of the Vesuvian men, which is a huge relief for MC. MC finds the notebooks Satan has that document tales that he’s heard Julian, Asra, and Lucio told, and after skimming through the notes that the Avatar of Wrath has written in the margins, MC concludes that Satan has a crush on the three men. With Satan’s permission (for MC would have kept their mouth shut about the whole thing if Satan didn’t want the Vesuvian men to know that he has a crush on them), MC tells Asra, Lucio, and Julian about Satan’s feelings. 

Bonus: Lucio’s the most surprised out of the three of them, for he had no idea that the most quiet demon brother felt that way about him. Unfortunately for Satan, Lucio does not feel the same. Julian’s flattered by Satan’s crush, and unlike Lucio, the plague doctor allows Satan to kiss him. However, once Julian and Satan pull away, Satan realizes that he has more feelings towards the idea of Julian and what Julian represents than Julian himself. And then there’s Asra. If Solomon and Lucio were the first Devildom/Vesuvia pairing to hook up, Asra and Satan are the second (although they might just become the first Devildom/Vesuvian couple). It’s almost like they needed MC’s permission in order to do anything sexual with each other...

Asmo: MC’s friend and the only brother they have not hooked up with. It always amazes people to find out that the Avatar of Lust hasn’t made any actual sexual advances towards MC, but it is indeed the truth. Sure, Asmo may say dirty things to MC, and he has given them a kiss or two on the lips, but he doesn’t feel the need to go further than that. Asmo’s perhaps the most sensitive when it comes to picking up his sin in other people, and so whenever MC feels turned on by something or someone, the fifth-eldest demon brother takes note. 

The main thing that Asmo does for MC, besides inviting them to spa days and fancy events/parties/networking opportunities, is give them advice on their love life. Since MC is so nice to him throughout their Devildom stay, Asmo wants to return the favor, and he loves helping people, especially when it comes to romance. He was the one that got MC and Satan to sit down together and reveal their feelings for each other after the underground tomb incident, and he also acted like a mediator for Lucifer and MC, ultimately encouraging them to get over their nervousness and start going out with each other (once the situation with Belphie was resolved).

Upon finding out that MC knew the Vesuvian men, Asmo had a lot of questions. Is Julian straight? (no) Am I Julian’s type? (I don’t know) Could MC please ask Julian if I’m his type? (couldn’t you ask him yourself?) How about Asra? (he’s definitely not straight) Has MC witnessed the way Asra acts around me? (very flirty) Is he like that with everyone? (no) Does MC think that Asra’s trying to fuck me? (again, why don’t you ask him?) Is Lucio gay? (no, but he isn’t straight, either; not a whole lot of people in Vesuvia are) Does that mean that MC isn’t straight? (that would be correct) What’s the deal between Asra and Julian? (I believe they were lovers while I was here in the Devildom and they thought that I was dead) How was their relationship? (Toxic; Asra took advantage of Julian) Would Asra do that to me? (I don’t think so; he’s in a healthier place mentally) What about Asra and Lucio? (Lucio took Asra’s parents away from him during his dealings with the Devil) Diavolo?! (No, not Diavolo; a Major Arcana called the Devil)

Beel: MC’s friend with eventual benefits. Contrary to the popular belief that Beel is a giant meathead, he’s actually quite smart. Sure, he may not get the best grades in school, but if someone starts a philosophical conversation with him, he’s not only able to follow along but offer intelligent insights of his own. Some of this knowledge is due to the amount of time he spends with Belphie and (by proxy) Satan, but a lot of it is thanks to research he’s managed to do between eating, doing homework, and playing sports/working out. Philosophy interests the Avatar of Gluttony, particularly when it comes to that practiced in the human world. This is what ultimately piques MC’s interest in Beel, although his looks and offers of sharing and trying new food certainly doesn’t ruin things.

For a while, MC and Beel were perfectly content with being friends. But then the second aphrodisiac incident happened. The first was when the brothers ingested the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup; the second (which is this writer’s headcanon) is when MC accidentally drinks one of Asmo’s beverages that happened to have an ingredient that made the average human consumer very, very horny (it was an honest mistake, really; how was MC supposed to know that a Devildom version of their favorite smoothie would have that kind of an effect on them?) Beel was the only one home with MC when the aphrodisiac started to affect them, and so he was the one they had to go to in order to get some kind of relief. And he did exactly that.

You see, another not-so-well-known fact about Beel (unless one happens to asks Asmo about it) is that he loves the taste of cum. It doesn’t matter where it comes from (both from an anatomical and racial (angel/demon/human) standpoint); the moment it hits his tongue, Beel’s going to consume as much of it as he possibly can. To put it simply, the Avatar of Gluttony’s ability to suck dick and eat pussy rivals Asmo (because of his sin) and Lucifer’s (because he’s the eldest). He can go for hours if one allows him to do so. For this reason, MC and Beel’s relationship turns sexual, although there’s a bit of a mental hang up for Beel when it comes to MC reciprocating. It’s not that MC’s not willing to return the favor; Beel just feels like the point of that part of their relationship is for him to give them pleasure.

Outside of the sexual context, Beel and MC can often be found in the twins’ room, the attic, the kitchen, the roof of the House, or RAD’s gym. The roof and gym are the only two places where the two of them can get some alone time, because Belphie frequently tags along when they hang out in the other places; the roof is where a lot of Beel and MC’s conversations about philosophy happen, and the gym is where they work out together (or at least at the same time, as a human is far too weak to do Beel’s workout). They’re not the closest pairing, but both of them like each other nevertheless.

The fact that MC knew the Vesuvian men didn’t quite register in Beel’s brain. Mainly, it didn’t make that much of a difference to him whether MC led two lives or not; he was just happy to be connected with MC. That is, until Julian starts telling him that he should let MC give him a blowjob at least once. The plague doctor doesn’t completely understand that Beel doesn’t feel the need to have MC do that for him. The sixth-born gets plenty of pleasure from MC’s pleasure, and that’s enough for him.

Belphie: MC’s side man. MC was initially hesitant to get close to Belphie after the incident in which he killed (an alternate version of) them, but when they saw that everyone else (minus Beel) was ignoring Belphie’s existence, their pity drove them to have at least one conversation with the Avatar of Sloth. Belphie caught on to MC’s pity pretty quickly during that conversation, but he liked the fact that someone besides his twin gave a shit about him, even if it’s the last person he would have expected to care.

One conversation turned into two, which eventually turned to them meeting in the planetarium at least once a week to look at the stars and talk about all kinds of things. The longer they meet, the more chemistry develops between them; this chemistry culminates one evening when, as MC was talking about an annoying demon in one of their classes, Belphie leans in and kisses them. This leads to a slow, sensuous make-out session that leaves both of them out of breath and a bit dizzy (but in a good way).

Belphie’s sexual nature is subdued but full of passion, and he knows exactly how to make MC melt under his touch pretty much from the get-go. If the walls of the planetarium could talk, it would reveal that MC and Belphie have fucked in just about every corner of the room. Sure, they still talk about life, but a good chuck of their time spent is devoted to sexual activities. One could say that their relationship evolves similarly to that depicted in “Beauty and the Beast”.

Belphie really doesn’t give a shit about MC having another life in Vesuvia, because sometimes it means having extra company (that isn’t Beel). Julian and Asra sometimes join MC and the Avatar of Sloth in the planetarium (99% of the time, it’s to simply talk, but there was an incident when Belphie, Julian, and Asra all took turns making out with MC, which made for a very interesting evening), and Lucio and Belphie’s occasional nap pile finds itself a third member in MC. 

[laurajameskinney]

I already mention the sheer hatred of addicts so now I'm going to give a more in-depth discussion of the racism, which I've definitely alluded to on this blog but haven't really discussed in detail.

It can be mostly summarized by the following:

Tyrone, a disabled(1) homeless Black teenager from a poor/impoverished family and several relatives who struggle with heroin addiction specifically, and at least one sibling that died of an overdose, who witnessed his best friend's murder at the hands of police for petty theft that he did not commit, thinks that All Crime Is Evil And Deserves The Death Penalty. Moreover, he violently hates addicts and is extremely possessive of Tandy, sometimes again to the point of violence against those he sees as threatening his relationship with her. Tyrone is also specifically contrasted with Tandy, who is upheld as a being of Innocence and Purity, while Tyrone is at this point barely human, if he even is human.

I’ve had at least one person try to contest that last point by saying it comes from a biased character. While that is true to a certain extent– the most severe accusations against Tyrone come from a delusional(2) priest, Francis Delgado, who believes that Tandy is a literal angel and that Tyrone is a literal demon, who is corrupting her.

Delgado’s claims are proven to be untrue, but that does not negate the fact that before and after this, Tandy is still held up as a beacon of innocence and purity, often in direct contrast to Tyrone. Just because Tyrone stops being called a literal demon doesn’t make that not incredibly racist.

There are also some incidents, to memory, with how Tyrone’s intellect is treated in comparison to his white peers: there is a scene in Power Pack where he struggles to read a segment of a children’s book (Written by Louise Simonson), and then in the later half of either Strange Tales (1985) or a very early issue of The Mutant Misadventures of Cloak and Dagger (1988) (3), written by Terry Austin, he is shown as struggling with some schoolwork (math, I believe) that Tandy considers easy. I would want to finish Austin’s run on Mutant Misadventures before I rendered full judgement, but that’s not… great, due to the multitude of extremely racist stereotypes and myths surrounding the intellect of Black people.

Something that I consider important is that, to memory, Tyrone is the only re-occuring Black character in Cloak and Dagger. Every other re-occuring character is white.

Unless otherwise specified, everything discussed above was written by Bill Mantlo.

(1) Prior to being empowered by the Darkforce, Tyrone had a severe stutter that strongly impaired his ability to communicate. Whenever he is de-powered, this stutter returns. I dislike the fact that he was magically "cured", so I refer to him as disabled.

(2) Delusional here being used as a neutral descriptor to indicate the source of his beliefs. I will admit that I have not actually read the “Predator and Prey” graphic novel where this is illustrated in center-stage, but my understanding is that Delgado was portrayed as a legitimately mentally ill man, who is institutionalized for treatment at some point prior to Cloak and Dagger’s backup run on Strange Tales. I would be remiss if I did not also point out that the depiction of delusions as inherently leading to violent and predatory behavior is incredibly dangerous and only endangers a group of people who are already at a significantly higher risk of violence.

(3) This series acts as a direct continuation of the Strange Tales storyline, and I forget the exact point at which this scene occurs, so I am unsure in which series it is.

sorry for the mini essay in your notes its been a hot second since i was Actively claggerpilled i just think its, like, immoral to mention 80s clagger w/o mentioning how evil it is

I appreciate any and all essays in my notes. love to hear thoughts. comics criticique is one of my favorite activities. I understand the needing to give a disclaimer...

[dqrkerstqrs]

truth or drink!

this is based off the cut’s truth or drink series!!

oikawa : hi!

you : hi, uh- my name’s y/n.

oikawa : i’m oikawa, and we… met on tinder.

you send a death glare in his direction and oikawa smiles sheepishly. as this happens, the text that hovers above the two of you says, ‘these “friends” will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.’

oikawa : i'm jokiiing- stop looking at me like that-

you : we met in high school.

[are you… friends with benefits?]

you : yeah.

[what does that mean?]

oikawa : we’re best friends. but we also fu-

you step on his toes immediately, making him wince and pause in the middle of his sentence.

oikawa : ow, ow, fine- we sleep with each other.

[how often do you sleep with each other?]

you : next question-

oikawa : every day. they just can’t get enough of me-

he sends a wink to the camera while you groan.

you : tooru, stop exaggerating this or i swear-

oikawa : you wanna go first?

you shake your head, motioning for oikawa to take a card.

you : no, you go.

oikawa hums, his knees bumping into yours when he shifts in his seat and reads out the card.

oikawa : hm… what should we call our relationship?

you : um… we’re friends, i guess?

oikawa : best friends.

you :

oikawa : that fu- sleep with each other.

you narrow your eyes.

you : did you really have to add the best friends part?

his brown, fluffy hair bounces as he nods.

you : … i don’t know what you’re talking about, iwaizumi’s my best friend.

you stick your tongue out at him. oikawa shakes his head in denial.

oikawa : they’re lying. we’re best friends.

you roll your eyes playfully. widening his grin, oikawa knows he has won when he sees you try to fight off a small smile.

you : next question.

oikawa : your turn.

you : oh… this one-

oikawa chuckles at the groan you let out.

you : let’s just drink.

oikawa : nooo, what’s the question anyways?

you avert your focus on oikawa, who was blinking way too innocently for your liking. you furrow your eyebrows at him. he smiles with an eyebrow raised.

you : on the count of three, name who likes who more in this relationship?

he snorts, attempting to pass it off as a cough. you grumble under your breath.

oikawa : isn’t it obvious?

you : i hate you.

oikawa : it’s clearly y-

you : no, wait- ugh, fine. let’s just say it on the count of three.

oikawa : fine. one.

you : two.

oikawa : three.

you and oikawa : you.

oikawa has a gleaming white smile carved onto his face while you fold your arms and huff in annoyance.

you : see-

oikawa : well… you did confess to me that one time-

you : i was drunk!

oikawa : well, you know what they say, drunk minds speak sober minds.

you :

oikawa : you even told me how hot you think i am~

oikawa leans forward and rests his chin on the palm of his hand.

you: well- uh- well, i wasn’t the one that got jealous of iwaizumi!

you flick his forehead.

oikawa : ow-

he flinches and moves away to lean against the back of his chair.

oikawa : i mean, to be fair i didn’t know you and iwa are that close to each other!

you recall the amount of times iwaizumi has comforted you whenever you see oikawa leave parties with someone else that’s not you. you purse your lips as the memories come rushing in, unaware of how oikawa’s grumbling under his breath.

you : we are close to each other! you’re just never there when we talk.

oikawa’s jaw slackens. you laugh softly, quickly pushing the memories to the back of your mind before it brings your mood down.

oikawa : you guys hang out without me?

you : yes? why, are you jealous?

you smirk at him before turning to the camera. you miss the flustered expression on his face that was gone within a second.

you : he’s so jealous.

oikawa : am not!

oikawa : so…

y/n : so…?

oikawa : this one’s interesting.

you tilt your head, wordlessly asking him to read out the question.

oikawa : does it hurt your feelings when i sleep with other people that aren’t you?

your eyes widen a fraction.

you : … does it hurt your feelings?

oikawa : no, it’s my question. you answer.

you : um…

you avoid his eyes, opting to look down at your shoes that are sandwiched in between his.

you : it might, i guess.

oikawa : … you guess?

you : i mean, i’d definitely hate it if you were hooking up with your ex. you know how much i hated them.

both of you wince at the memory of his toxic ex, and oikawa scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

you : you should’ve-

oikawa : i know. i should’ve listened to you.

you : mhm.

oikawa : well, i’m not hooking up with anyone else.

you : you’re… not?

oikawa : it’s, uh… it’s been a while.

you look back up just in time to see him shrug.

[ask him when was the last time he slept with someone other than you.]

you : oh, uh, when was the last time you slept with someone other than me?

oikawa : uh…

you notice how oikawa’s avoiding your eyes.

you : was it… recent?

oikawa : it was last summer, i think. so, no? not recent?

[were they cuter than y/n?]

you briefly glance at the director, nervous of what oikawa’s about to say. to your relief, he shakes his head.

you : … no?

oikawa : no.

you : this one…

you blink at the words before you, rereading it mentally over and over again.

oikawa : what is it?

oikawa leans forward onto his elbows, adjusting the glasses that rest on the tip of his nose. you swat away the hand that tried to reach for your card.

you : where… is the weirdest place we had sex?

oikawa : oh, definitely th-

you : NO, tooru-

oikawa : what-

you : we’re drinking.

oikawa sighs in faux disappointment. you stare daggers at him, and he pretends he doesn’t see. you step on his shoes again for his attention, and the yelp he lets out elicits laughter from the crew. the shot cuts to both of oikawa pouring you a shot of liquor and both of you downing the shot.

oikawa : … it was fun, though.

you : shut. up.

oikawa : would you have a threeway with me?

pausing from rearranging the cards that were haphazardly strewn across the table, you hum in thought.

you : sure.

not expecting the straightforward answer, oikawa almost chokes on his own spit.

you : what?

oikawa : you’re joking… right?

you : … yeah? duh? it’s not like i’ll reveal the answer in front of these cameras.

oikawa : o-oh. yeah. okay.

you : were you… expecting me to say yes…?

oikawa : no. definitely not.

you blink at him when he answers a bit too fast. he blinks back at you. a few moments pass, and oikawa clears his throat to get rid of the unnamed tension in the air.

oikawa : so… we’re drinking to this one?

you : um… yeah.

both of you down the shot in awkward silence. you don’t think about how it’s probably not the alcohol that’s painting his face red.

you take one of the last two cards in front of you.

you : oh! i’ve actually been wanting to ask him this myself.

oikawa : hm?

you : so, tooru… when are you going to introduce me to your parents?

oikawa scratches his chin in contemplation.

you : they’d love me, y’know?

you grin playfully. oikawa smiles, and the sincerity behind it throws you off.

oikawa : they probably would. even my sister loves you.

you : oh, i know. once she told me that she’d replace you for me with no hesitation.

oikawa : that was so uncalled for-

you laugh. oikawa smiles. you think it’s from the memory, but it’s really from the sound of your laughter.

oikawa : whatever, takeru’s on my side.

you glance at the cameras with a knowing look on your face. oikawa silently watches you as you mouth ‘no, he’s not’ to the camera, the corners of his lips tugging upwards at the sight.

you : so?

oikawa : … huh?

you : when are you introducing me to your parents?

oikawa : oh.

you :

oikawa : when you date me.

taken by surprise, your mouth forms an ‘o’. oikawa laughs.

you : that’s- that’s foul! i wasn’t expecting that- stop laughing!

[what makes your relationship that much different from someone who says they’re in a committed relationship?]

you : well… hm…

oikawa : it’s not that much different, to be honest.

you : actually, yeah.

oikawa : the difference is just that one of us wouldn’t commit.

oikawa stares at you pointedly. you purse your lips.

[why?]

you : i… i don’t know… well, i was young. and insecure. and he had fans that i don’t wanna mess with. has, actually. so i just thought it’d be bad if we got into a relationship.

oikawa : … thought?

you :

oikawa : you thought it’d be bad? so… you don’t think so anymore?

you : … keep that up and it’s gonna change to think.

oikawa raises his hands up in defense. this time, oikawa lets you see the sincere (you’re not sure but, lovesick, perhaps) smile he has been sporting every time you’re turned away from him.

you : last one?

your head whips to the crew standing behind the cameras. they nod in response.

oikawa : my turn, right?

you : mhm.

oikawa takes the last card. his eyes scan the words before him, before looking up and boring a hole into your skill with his gaze.

oikawa : do you love me?

you :

oikawa :

you : yeah.

oikawa :

you : yeah, of course.

oikawa : like, in a… i-want-to-be-your-significant-other kind of way or…

you : do you… want me to be…?

oikawa : did i not make that clear enough?

silence hangs heavy on your shoulders, and you look away from his intense stare. you blame the two shots of alcohol for the sudden surge of boldness in oikawa’s behavior.

you : at least… at least take me out on a proper date first–

oikawa : okay, then it’s settled. i’m picking you up this friday. okay?

you finally muster up the courage to look back at him.

you : … okay.

it’s silent for a few seconds, but it’s not like last time. it’s comfortable. warm. you return oikawa’s smile.

oikawa : did we just have our ‘the fault in our stars’ moment?

you : that’s it, you ruined it.

loud laughter from the crew is heard as the scene fades to black. the director shouts ‘it’s a wrap!’ as oikawa apologizes a multitude of times, telling you he’ll treat you for a week in exchange for your forgiveness. you forgive him. oikawa shouts ‘yes!’, clamping a hand over his mouth when he realizes he’s being too loud, and you laugh at his antics.

special cut!!!

oikawa : read the last booty call i sent you.

you : oh my god.

you pick up your phone that has been sitting on your lap, sighing.

you : see, here’s the thing about oikawa tooru.

oikawa chuckles.

you : he doesn’t beat around the bush when it comes to these things. he just… straight up tells you what he wants.

you scroll through the endless sea of chat bubbles, looking for the texts that he sent a few days ago. and when you finally found the text you were looking for, you look back to oikawa’s expectant eyes.

you : are you sure you want me to read this?

oikawa nods, pressing his lips together to stifle the laughter bubbling up his throat. you look at the director.

you : i think you might have to bleep this out…

[that’s okay. let’s hear it.]

you take a deep breath.

you : keep in mind i was at work when he sent this. okay-

you clear your throat.

you : tuesday, 1 pm. can i come over tonight? i want you to-

i hope you liked it!! i’ve been inspired by so many amazing writers on here like @kybabi and @bellesowl​ so don’t forget to check their blogs out too!

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Take a hint

Warnings- Unwanted advances , Bar , Alcohol , Drugs mentioned , , unwanted touch , just dudes being creeps in general

You’re at the bar for a very rare night out at first no ones coming up to you. You’re simply sat at the bar drinking a margarita you weren’t looking to get wasted tonight just buzzed and to enjoy yourself. Suddenly a guy comes over to you and taps you on the shoulder, you turn and look at him he smiles a knowing smile one that clearly says he thinks he’s for sure getting in your pants tonight. You hold back an eye roll as you smile softly back

“uh hi” he nods “Hi I just wanted to come say hi and see if maybe I could get your number and did you wanna come home with me tonight” you hold back a sigh as you say “thank you but I’m actually not into that and I’m just here to have a couple drinks and maybe sing some karoke” he seems practically offended that you didn’t immediately say yes and jump into his arms “oh come on no one comes to the bar just for a few drinks and karoke” he tries to wrap an arm around your waist his hand resting your hip but you quickly shove his arm away “Well you might not, you might come here for quick hook ups and one night stands but I don’t so now get your hands off me and leave me alone” he rolled his eyes scoffing and walking away muttering “stuck up snobb”

You paid no attention to his muttering and simply went back to your drinking your drink and then turned yourself to face towards the small karoke stage humming along quietly when suddenly someone came and sat in the bar stool next to you “they sound great don’t they?” You nodded softly not giving the person a ton of attention but still being polite “they do” suddenly the person is much closer they lean so close you can feel their breathe on your ear as they say “maybe we should go up there and try a little duet and later we can do a private duet if you know what I mean” you shiver as their breathe tickles your ear and you slowly scoot yourself away slightly “uhm no thanks I’m not into that kind of thing” suddenly their arm wraps around your shoulder and they say “oh come on just once? For me hmm? Please I promise I’ll be gentle”

Suddenly a new figure appears a pretty tall looking figure with blonde hair, the person quickly grabs the arm from around your shoulder and holds it firmly “I believe they said they’re not into that, now get up and leave them alone” the guy didn’t seem intimated and snickered looking at you and stood up but upon seeing the height difference and truly seeing how tough the person holding their arm was they quickly nodded and mumbled a half hearted apology before running off the second the person let their arm go

You quickly look up to thank the person but the person was already gone, you shrug softly and down your drink quickly before going to sign up for karaoke… You come back and order another drink unaware of the person watching you from a distance… Another figure approaches “hello, I couldn’t help but you see over here all alone and wanted to know if I could buy you a drink?” He was at least three feet away from you but you could smell the drugs regardless and the way he had a hand in his pocket left you unsettled but before you could even say anything he held his hands up and started backing away “never mind um enjoy your night miss” you couldn’t help but notice the small packet that fell out of his pocket, you quickly picked it up and your eyes widened as you quickly got a bar tenders attention and gave the packet to them and gave them a direct description of the guy

By the time all that is over it’s your turn to go up… you shake yourself gently to ease the nerves but the second the song starts you have no nerves, you take a breathe and begin

“Why am i always hit on by the the boys i never like

I can always see them coming from the left and from the right

I don't want to be a priss

I'm just trying to be polite

But it always seems to bite me in the-

Ask me for my number

Yeah, you put me on the spot

You think that we should hook-up

But I think that we should not

You had me at hello

Then you opened up your mouth

And that is when it started going south”

You move around the stage with ease a surprising confidence emitting from you that you never even realized you had

“Oh!

Get your hands off my hips

'Fore I punch you in the lips

Stop your staring at my-

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint

No, you can't buy me a drink

Let me tell you what I think

I think you could use a mint

Take a hint take a hint

T-take a hint take a hint”

You scanned the crowd as you sang looking for the three men who had approached you, you spot the first guy and attempt to shoot daggers his way with only your eyes… His eyes widen at first but then narrow as he seems to find it sexy… You nearly throw up right then and there but you simply tear your gaze away from him and continue on

“I guess you still don't get it

So let's take it from the top

You asked me what my sign is

And I told you it was stop

And if I had a dime for every name that you just dropped

You'd be here

And I'd be on a yacht

Oh!

Get your hands off my hips

'Fore I punch you in the lips

Stop your staring at my-

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint

No, you can't buy me a drink

Let me tell you what I think

I think you could use a mint

Take a hint take a hint

T-take a hint take a hint

You scan the crowd for the second guy and quickly find him off in a corner intensely watching your every move, you quickly give him the finger as you sing

“What about "No"

Don't you get

So go and tell your friends

I'm not really interested

It's about time that you're leavin'

I'm gonna count to three and

Open my eyes

And you'll be gone

One

Get your hands off my-

Two

Or I'll punch you in the-

Three

Stop your staring at my-

Hey!

You search for the last guy but don’t see him but instead you see who you believe to be the figure who saved you from the second guy and you can only assume saved you from the last guy judging by how quickly he left… You smirk as you stare directly into his eyes slowly walking off stage and towards him not missing a beat as you continue singing but you switch up some lyrics

“Take a hint take a hint

I am your missing link

Let me tell you what I think

I think you could use a drink

Take a hint take a hint

Take a hit take a hint

Whoa...

Get your hands on my hips

'So I can kiss you on the lips

Start your staring at my-

Hey!

Take a hint take a hint

T-take a hint take a hint”

You swiftly grab his shirt with your fist pulling the tall figure up and towards you silently asking for permission… he nods quickly and you pull him down to you slamming your lips onto his! Sparks begin to fly as he quickly wraps his arms around you lifting you up your wrap your legs around him your arms around his neck as the bar is erupting in hoops and hollers, you break away smirking at him as he’s also smirking at you… You quickly hop out of his arms and hand the microphone back before running back to him and grabbing his hand pulling him out of the bar

He smiles softly at you as he says “I’m Luke by the way” you smile “Well Luke I’m Y/N” You spend the rest of the night walking around with Luke talking about anything and everything, you go for a midnight Walmart trip no real plan in mind you both just browse around finding a multitude of random games and snacks,he insists on paying for everything but you manage to weasel a twenty to the cashier to at least help pay for some of it… You make it back to his place and stay up all night playing games, eating snacks and talking…

When the night started you had never regretted going to the bar more in your entire life but now you were sure it was the best decision you’ve ever made

The end

[actress4him]

can we see your choice of querencia character in "dragging themselves along the ground"?

I very rarely get prompts for my original stuff, so this was a pleasant surprise, thank you! Thought I’d mix it up by whumping Nari a bit. And we get to find out a little more about our main baddie!

Querencia 8 - The Warehouse Incident

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Original work

Prompt: Dragging Themselves Along the Ground

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Warnings: typical superhero battle violence, implied broken ribs, implied concussion, brief emeto mention

Timeline note: This chapter takes place pre-Liliana’s arrival, earlier in the team’s superhero days.

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So apparently they aren’t the only group of Supers who think an abandoned warehouse is a good place to hang out. Even though clearly their own warehouse is far superior to what Dagger and his crew have going on here. Doesn’t look like they’ve done any remodeling at all. Chances are this isn’t actually their secret lair or whatever, they’ve just been using it for storage and meetings and such.

Which is exactly the rumor that Nari and Alex had come out to verify. Unfortunately, they had not been prepared for Dagger himself to show up, Meltdown by his side as usual, and catch them in the act of scouting.

They really need to work on their stealth training. Assuming they make it back from this in one piece.

The good news about being inside the warehouse is that Dagger doesn’t really have room to fly. The bad news about that is when he’s not putting his energy into creating wings, he’s got plenty of it left for a multitude of weapons. And boy, does he have a repertoire. Nari has dodged swords, whips, arrows, maces, axes...and every time she throws something back at him, he turns all that glowing red energy into a nice little shield to protect himself.

Nari is not having a good time.

She’s pretty sure Alex isn’t faring much better. He’s a close range fighter, and Meltdown is long-range. From what she’s glimpsed, he’s doing a lot of dodging of his own. But the two of them have managed to not burn the warehouse down yet, so that’s nice.

Reaching out with her magic, Nari finds the computer she threw at Dagger earlier and picks it up again, launching it at the back of his head with a twist of her fingers. It’s one of the few hits she’s landed the whole time, sending him stumbling forward a few steps, but his helmet keeps it from doing too much damage.

While he’s recovering, she grabs the legs of the metal desk the computer had been sitting on - before she threw it, also, and broke it - and sends them flying like arrows. A wave of red energy knocks them to the side.

She reaches for them again, but he’s turned the energy into a claw that’s barreling toward her. With a yelp, she dives away, tumbling across the concrete. She comes to a stop on her back, and the claw is right over her. Right before it can grab her, she rolls over one more time and scrambles back to her feet, snatching up whatever random pieces of metal are lying around and tossing them backwards as she goes.

It doesn’t help. When she gets her feet under her again and spins around to face him, the claw is still there. In the blink of an eye it seizes her, crushing her arms up against her sides and lifting her feet off the ground.

“Nngh…” Her bones creak with the pressure. Somewhere in the background, she thinks she might hear her name being called, but she focuses on her magic, wiggling her fingers as she desperately tries to find something she can grab.

Just as a few shards lift off the ground, she’s raised, too, higher into the air before being flipped and slammed into the ground. Her skull and spine scream out in pain, and she would, too, if there was any oxygen left in her lungs.

Everything goes black for a moment. When her senses return, the claw is gone, but she can’t move. Every bit of her hurts. Even breathing hurts.

That voice is calling her name again, miles away, and somewhere in the corner of her mind she realizes it must be Alex. Alex. Is he...okay? Where…? I need...to get to him...need...to get out…

Slowly, groaning with the aches that flare into flames as soon as she moves, Nari rolls over onto her stomach and raises her head, narrowing bleary eyes in the direction of the other fight. Bright orange bursts of fire light up the two figures that dance around one another.

She needs to get there. Needs to get away from Dagger. If only her arms and legs would cooperate.

First she tries pushing up onto her hands and knees, but her back is having none of that and the motion sends her head spinning and makes her want to puke. She settles for bringing her arms in front of her and pulling, using one foot to push against the floor and propel herself forward. She only moves a few inches at a time, and her head throbs with each movement and her ribs screech with her huffed breaths, but each inch away from Dagger is better than staying still.

Until he turns that stupid energy into a whip again and lashes it around her ankle.

It barely stings through her leggings, but he immediately starts dragging her backwards, away from Alex, back toward himself and she can’t, there’s no way she can fight anymore, if he gets her back over there it’s over, he’s going to kill her.

Nari’s not ready to die.

With a scream she throws out her magic and latches onto the first metal thing it finds, yanking it toward her with all of her remaining strength.

It happens to be a support column. Rather than breaking off and flying through the air, it bends in half with a horrific shriek, and the roof of the warehouse starts to crumble.

The whip suddenly goes slack. Nari stares in dumbfounded fascination, unable to move, until a second column starts to give and more of the roof collapses, dangerously close to Alex and Meltdown. Her heart stutters to a stop.

“X!”

The next moments are impossible to track. Her throat hurts from screaming and from the dust in the air and she can barely keep her eyes open but she has to keep looking, has to find Alex in the midst of the destruction. She doesn’t know whether seconds or hours have passed, but suddenly he’s there, at her side, a hand resting gently on her shoulder.

“Fan! Fan, come on, we gotta go.”

“X...wai-...D-dagger, he…”

“He’s gone. They’re both gone. You scared them off.” Carefully he rolls her over onto her back, wincing when she grunts in pain. “Come on.”

“M’ head...hurts.”

“I imagine quite a few things hurt.” His hands slide up underneath her neck and knees and he lifts her off the ground with ease. Nari has just enough presence of mind to be glad that the guy with enhanced strength is with her before everything on her body screams in protest of being moved. Gritting her teeth, she tries her best to keep from doing the same, for Alex’s sake, at least.

“We really need a medic on the team,” he mutters under his breath, before adjusting her slightly so her head rests more comfortably against his shoulder. “Alright, Nar. Let’s get you home.”

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Instructions for requesting squares here!

[mae-gi-writes]

The Fine Line | Juyeon (The Boyz Imagine)

Requested! Prince Juyeon! au x Royal Guard! Reader. 

In which you’re stuck with the most disorderly prince of Nuine, Juyeon. 

To anon: this fic took me so long to write and I am so sorry for being so late. BUT i hope that you like the end result and that I made your idea justice! Please do let me know :) <3 Stay safe and stay healthy <3 xx Thanks so much for requesting! 

Genre: fluff, crack-ish? Just all the good stuff. 

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"Your Highness ,no."

"Come on Y/N, don't you want to try a teeny tiny piece?"

"I said no."

"Ah come on! It's just a bite!"

"No."

Juyeon finally threw both hands in the air with exaggerated exasperation, "you're really no fun."

"I'm not on duty to have fun, if I might remind you," Y/N snapped, barely keeping hold of her neutral facade when the prince kept acting in such a foolish manner, definitely not like how royalty should behave and yet, the king had stuck her with their youngest son, Juyeon, who knew nothing of royal pride nor did he care about where his family came from.

That wasn't what unnerved her though. What did was the fact that Juyeon thought he was free to do as he pleased, whenever he pleased, and it didn't matter whether he was prince or not. That, in itself, was a motto than did not run smoothly in Y/N's mind.

She was a proud soldier, one that had climbed through the ranks at lightning speed because of her amazing dexterity and talent in wielding weapons as though they were water and she was mother nature.

But she hadn't signed up for this, a.k.a babysitting the most irresponsible royal family member of Nuine.

Except -- she kinda liked him.

And not just as a friend, or a mere man. 

She really liked him, and that only fuelled her hatred. Why would she like such an incompetent man in the first place? It must be the hormones! At least, that was what she had come to the conclusion, before realizing that there was much more to this little crush than she thought there was.

Juyeon sat on the ground of the royal garden, legs crossed as he observed her with alert eyes, "do you ever smile?"

Y/N didn't bother answering him. Though she had a huge urge to just roll her eyes.

"I don't get it. You were so happy and nice when we were young," his orbs were calculating, deep with thought as he surveyed her as though she was a book he couldn't quite decipher, "what happened to you?"

"Life happened. Not everyone gets to spend their days doing nothing like you."

The heat of his gaze did nothing to help, and she found strength in her feet to stop herself from squirming.

Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his crossed knees, the prince tilted his head in curiosity, no trace of offence whatsoever on his face despite her harsh reply.

"What?" She barked.

“Did I do something to you?” 

“Huh?” 

Juyeon tilted his head to the other side, “what did I do for you to be so pissed that you have this permanent grudge against me?” 

“I don’t have a grudge,” she huffed. 

“Okay so, why then?” 

"Just because, Juyeon. Not everything I do needs to have a reason.” 

He puffed up his cheeks like a blowfish, “Jeez, you’re really mean Y/N. I just wanted to be friendly, make conversation you know?” 

It might have been true that during their childhood, Y/N and Juyeon had been very close, practically attached at the hip even. Because of her father being appointed head of the Royal Guards serving the Majesty of Nuine, Y/N was always around roaming the halls and lifting weapons much too heavy for her spaghetti arms. But her interest had been there since her young age, her passion for fighting and the natural talent that came with weapon wielding a skill that her family had recognized very early on. 

So it was no surprise that she got enrolled in the nearest soldier academy despite her mother’s protests, following right into her father’s footsteps and gladly acing all midterm tests with flying colours. 

Everything changed one dark night, when her father died.

After that, Y/N had never really been the same. Did she blame the Royal Family for his death? Not really, it was in their job description after all.

But did she resent Juyeon for having lived a sheltered life all his life? Maybe so. 

It was selfish of her. Though, it wasn’t like she could control herself. 

A few days later found the pair in the middle of Nuine's street food market, with Juyeon craning his neck in curiosity over the multitudes of heads inclined towards a stall in particular.

Y/N tugged on his shirt sleeve, "your majesty, I think we should go."

"Oh but wait, this is the best part," Juyeon insisted without peeling his eyes away from the said cook behind the stall. As if on cue, the cook flipped what seemed to be an omelette pancake in the air.

The crowd gasped as the pancake flipped twice on itself, before landing securely on an already-prepared plate.

"Wow!" People burst into applause almost immediately while the chef bowed and extended the pancake to his most recent order.

"Alright," Y/N was already turning, one hand gripping Juyeon's arm in warning, "we've seen enough--"

She was tugged back instead as the prince moved forward until he reached the front of the stall, a crooked grin dancing across his lips as he peered at the cook from underneath his cloak.

"Can I have an omelette please?" Juyeon asked while ignoring the dagger eyes coming from Y/N's direction.

"Tomatoes? Olives? Onions? Ham?" As the cook listed all his ingredients, Juyeon merely nodded along and Y/N let out a trepid sigh. Her foot started tapping on the ground, impatient.

"Juyeon, you know what your mother said about--"

"Oh it's fine, Y/N. Live a little."

"But--"

"If anything happens -- and it won't," he hurriedly added as she opened her mouth to protest, "then I'll take full responsibility."

"And I will lose my job," she couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

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And of course, considering Juyeon's luck, something was bound to happen.

It was only mid-afternoon -- a few hours after they had returned to the Kingdom, that the prince doubled over due to a stomach ache, coiling so bad that sweat broke over his forehead and his mouth was a tense, thin line of pain.

"I told you so," Y/N tutted while helping him maneuver his way into the bathroom, head practically buried into her neck as he groaned in pain.

"Y/N really? Right now?" he all but groaned against her.

She was about to find a snarky comeback, only for the prince to lurch himself straight at the toilet bowl. Disgusting noises echoed through the room and Y/N turned away from the scene briefly, her own stomach twisting into tight knots. 

Y/N was strong, yes. But have someone throw up in front of her? Even smelling that? No way. She could live without that.

When he was done heaving twice more, now sprawled across the toilet bowl as though it was the only thing keeping him grounded, Y/N crossed her arms over her chest as she judged him with a smug look. 

“See, this would never have happened if you had only listened--” 

Juyeon held up a hand, silencing her, “not now, please.” 

He really did look awful. His usually tan skin was the colour of chalk, fingers holding so tightly over the toilet lid that his knuckles flushed white. As he tried lifting himself from his position, his knees buckled and he would’ve face planted on the ground if not for Y/N’s arms quickly holding him up against her. 

Silently, she moved him back to his bedroom before tucking him underneath his covers, all the while avoiding his gaze that seemed to poke through her countenance with an emotion she couldn’t quite explain.

And then, came the tiniest murmur, “sorry.” 

Y/N paused for a moment. Her eyes fluttered to his face. 

Juyeon gazed back, hooded eyes seemingly genuine to apologize, “I mean it. I’m sorry.” 

She quickly swallowed, “it’s fine.” 

There was a soft pause in which Juyeon’s heavy breaths filled the air. It was suddenly warm in his room, maybe because the thick curtains were now drawn against the slow-setting sunset off the coast of Nuine’s edge, the light a vibrant golden slithering through the wine-coloured drapes. Feeling suddenly vulnerable and out of place, Y/N stood up from her crouching position at his side, causing the man’s eyes to flutter up at her movement. 

“Where are you going?” He asked as she made to move towards the door. When she glanced back, she couldn’t help but notice the confusion on his face as he blinked up at her like an over-sized man child. 

“I thought you’d like to rest, your Highness,” she replied stiffly. 

Another pause. 

Then, in the smallest voice possible, Juyeon mumbled out: 

“Could you--stay? With me?” 

She blinked, “stay? With--” 

And then the words made sense in her head. 

“Uh--” her cheeks coloured instantly at the thought of being so close to a man. Or maybe it was because it was Juyeon, or it was the heat! Right! Totally made sense that it was the heat. Her mouth moved before her brain did: “Sure.” 

What in the name of Nuine are you doing? Her brain screamed at her the moment she sat herself down on the bed’s edge, Juyeon’s body instantly curling up against hers with his head resting upon her lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

 “Uhm--” Y/N’s brain blanked out at the warmth of Juyeon’s head against her thigh, “what are you doing?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” as he spoke, his breath washed against her legs and goosebumps suddenly erupted along the skin there. She shifted uneasily, trying to force herself to stay still despite the fact that there was a full grown man lying down on her like a cat in need of affection.

“Can you pet me?”

His question threw her off guard. She blinked down at him, at the way his eyelashes were casting dark shadows over his cheeks, “What?” 

“My mom used to pet me whenever I was sick,” he murmured, one of his hands grabbing her own before placing it atop his own tuft of hair, “it used to calm me down, make me go sleep.”

“I’m your guard, Juyeon. Not your personal maid.” 

He let out a long sigh, then dropped her hand, “Fine then.” 

The silence that followed felt so thick and coated with an awkward kind of tension that she knew, without reading Juyeon’s expression, that he was currently mad at her. Trust him to be a little brat about it. Usually, Y/N wouldn’t even spare him a second glance. That kind of behaviour was one of a five year old child, one that she wasn’t going to tolerate.

But maybe it was the fact that he was being so dependent, maybe it was the closeness of their two physical bodies and the lack of distance between them. In any case, her heart melted slightly when she felt him shift in her lap and before she knew it, her hand had moved on its own to caress down the side of his skull.

The sight that left Juyeon’s mouth was laden with such satisfaction that it sent shivers running up her spine. He proceeded to nuzzle his nose right into her thighs, causing her to yelp slightly. 

His head snapped up, “what?” 

She recovered quickly though, snapping, “I want to make myself clear, Juyeon. I am not, and will not be, some kind of mistress that you bring to your quarters whenever you feel like it. I’m your Royal Guard.” 

“Jesus Y/N,” the prince turned so that he was facing upwards, gaze landing right onto hers without flinching, “Is that the image you have of me? That I take advantage of everything that moves?”

Suddenly embarrassed, she cleared her throat, “That’s not what I said. I just wanted to let you know.” 

“I know you’re not.” 

“Okay good. Just so that I make myself clear on where I stand.” 

“I wish you didn’t though,” his murmur was a low one, but still one that reached her ears and prompted her to ask, “What do you mean by that?”

Her question was only met with stubborn silence, which made sense, as she might see how Juyeon might have taken this as an offensive use of words. But she’d never been one to beat around the bush and had always been passive aggressive whenever Juyeon was concerned.

Once, she thought that she actually liked him.

And maybe she had. But instead of falling straight into that pool of romantic feeling, Y/N had just brushed it aside, already deciding for herself that it was never going to happen and that she shouldn’t keep her hopes up.

That was, in part, why she was used to being so cold and distant.

It was the only way she could protect herself, make the prince hate her.

She was about to let it go and change the subject, when his words pierced through the air like needles, “what is it about me that you can’t stand?” 

Her hand froze in mid-stroke, still entangled in his dark locks. 

His gaze was so intense she felt him burn holes through her skull.

Y/N cleared her throat. Looked away. 

“I--I don’t hate you,” she finally managed to whisper.

“I know you don’t,” Juyeon’s dark eyes were still surveying her every movement, “but can you be honest with me? What is it with me that you can’t stand? It’s almost like--I don’t know. You don’t even look at me when we talk. You barely acknowledge me sometimes, and you never try. With my brothers it’s like--it’s like you’re this completely different person. You talk to them, you laugh. Why don’t we have that? What did I do Y/N?” 

“You did nothing.” 

“If I did nothing, then why aren’t you looking at me?” 

It feels all too real suddenly; the heat radiating from Juyeon’s body, the intense emotion swimming through his dark brown swirls even though she couldn’t muster the courage to actually lock gazes with him, and the weight of his head on her lap as though they were blissfully in love and comfortable in each other’s presence. 

Her eyes quickly flitted to the golden descending rays dancing along the curtains, anything to keep her away from his probing stare, “I...” 

“What?” Juyeon pressed on, “tell me.” 

Pressing her lips into a thin line, she kept quiet. 

“Okay,” Juyeon sighed once more. Then without warning, he hoisted himself up before his face suddenly zoomed in on hers, so close that she couldn’t help but fall back against the headboard as he dipped his head down so that it was level with hers. 

Her heart speeding up, Y/N tried not to focus on the lack of distance between them. Though that was quite a hard feat, considering he was everywhere she looked.

Sitting there in Juyeon’s bed, with him trapping her from any sort of escape felt as though she was on the brink of a cliff being pressured to jump when she clearly had no intention to. But when she opened her mouth to protest, Juyeon’s eyes snapped up to hers in a way that told her words weren’t going to work, not anytime soon.

She swallowed thickly.

“It wouldn’t have bothered me if it was anyone else,” once he started, it was almost like the flow of words were suddenly too much for him to keep in. He kept on going, voice closing up with emotion, “but it’s you, Y/N. No matter how much I try not to think about it...I do. A lot. And I--I hate it, the way you don’t even seem to acknowledge my existence. I just--I just want to get along with you because I--” 

Before she knew what she was doing, one of her hands had shot out to yank his shirt, with him toppling over before she landed a kiss smack on his lips.

Juyeon stared, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights, jaw slack in naked surprise. 

“Wh--What was that?” he stuttered, a red blushing mess that she would’ve made fun of, if she hadn’t been trying to stop herself from being just as red as he was.

“Look Juyeon, I might hold some feelings for you,” Y/N said it outright though her cheeks were flaming ablaze with heat, “but I just hated you so much, after my dad died. I--I couldn’t look at you without thinking of his death and I tried really hard to loathe your guts. But then...” she shook her head, bit down onto her bottom lip as she chewed on the words that were about to fall from her mouth, “but then, I just--couldn’t. Hate you, I mean.” 

“S-So you--you’re telling me that you-- that you might -- that--” he was gesturing so wildly she thought he might faint from shock. Breathing out softly and pinching the bridge of his nose, he closed his eyes shut for a moment, as if to regain his balance. Then, he opened them once more, “you like me. But you hate me.” 

“Tried to,” she corrected him.

“That--That doesn’t make any sense, Y/N.” 

“Yes it does! I liked you, then I hated you. And then I hated that I liked you because I just couldn’t hate you--”  His hands were suddenly at her hips, “Enough talk,” and no sooner had she tried figuring out what that meant that the young man was dragging her over to his lap before his mouth pressed down onto hers in a passionate kiss. 

Y/N tensed for a few seconds, before her body slowly melted in his embrace as his mouth moved slowly over her own, a sinuous dance of lower lip against her upper ones while his arms tightened their hold around her waist. She gasped softly at the feeling of his hard frame against her curves, causing the prince’s mouth to tilt up in a smirk as he progressed the intensity of his kisses. Mouth chasing her own with a hunger she had never been victim to, one of Juyeon’s hands didn’t hesitate to ghost up her arm, along the back of her neck, to mess up her tight ponytail so that her dark hair fell around her shoulders like a curtain. 

There was a soft throaty rumble that signalled his approval of this newfound hairstyle, before he slanted his lips even further by tilting his head. Kissed her deeper, with longer strokes and with his tongue slowly introducing itself into her mouth. It was almost like she was being consumed by his entire being, her breath being taken away every time she tried to as she drowned into Juyeon’s ocean of feelings that seemed to emanate in the form of every kiss, every touch, every line of his body that aligned with hers and set fire to her skin.

Only when her back met with the soft foam of the mattress that realization trickled through her mind like icy water. Unlatching their lips with a soft ‘pop’ and scrambling back against the headboard, she looked up, right into Juyeon’s hungry, predatory gaze, one that swam with full-fledged desire, a thirst that she had never seen on the young prince’s face before.

“Juyeon?” her whisper was breathless, and she felt like slapping herself for sounding so needy. 

“No,” he let out a soft growl, leaning over her body with his arms settling on either side of her head. HIs mouth started a slow, sensual path of kisses that trailed up her neck, leaving fireworks exploding behind her eyelids, “you’re not talking. You’re not telling me off, not now. Not tonight,” he nipped at a small patch of skin right under her jaw and the girl squirmed, desire rippling through her veins and shooting right down south. It didn’t help that every inch of his muscular frame was pressed against hers as though demanding her to beg for what he could give her.

“Please tell me you’re not playing around,” came Y/N’s soft spoken murmur. She hoped that he didn’t hear it. But it was Juyeon, and Juyeon heard everything that concerned him.

“I wouldn’t do this with anyone else, Y/N,” his eyes locked onto hers and she saw his gaze brimming with a vulnerability, a tenderness that shook her to her core and made her heart flip upside down, “you of all people should know that.” 

“So you like me?” she hated how squeaky her voice sounded. He only let out the softest of chuckles, before he leant down to peck her on the mouth, “yes. Yes Y/N. I kinda like you a whole damn lot.” 

[commonwealthoccurences]

HCs: Becoming Best Friends With Piper

The Beginning:

Whether Sole and Piper are complete opposites, or agree on everything, the one thing that they do to get her attention is agree with her when they face McDonough at the gates to Diamond City

She’s intrigued, to say the least; it’s been a while since someone has been willing to stand so openly with her, much less to the Mayor’s face

She takes a moment to size them up before inviting them to Publick Occurrences

They stay far later than planned, talking over tea she’s fixed, watching her eyes sparkle as they tell tales of their life experiences

It’s not difficult for them to become closer; she welcomes their company with open arms no matter how readily they accept

It’s a weight off her shoulders when they and Nat get along well

As Best Friends:

Soon after, they become pretty inseparable

Whether that’s in person, or if Sole has to leave for duties and they’re chatting via terminals, they talk every day at the very least

Nat comes to know them as an older sibling

Once they can, they pull Piper away from her local work and ask her to come travel with them; they’re closer now, and it’s hard to be away from each other

They have a running joke that they’re platonic soulmates, and the universe had to start another world war just for them to be able to meet

Piper has some insecurities about Sole potentially wanting to leave her behind, but being too kind to tell her

Sole takes to wrapping an arm around her or holding her hand to reassure her that they want her right next to them

At some point she gets them matching daggers; for protection and as a reassurance that “they” will be defending her even if they’re apart

That dagger ends up saving Piper’s life

Superior communication methods

They never make a medium to significant choice without consulting each other to at least get each other’s opinions

Piper comes to Sole a lot with her worries about Nat’s future; Sole reassures her that she has the best older siblings to protect her and help her grow

No one knows why it started, but whenever Sole and Piper are walking through the Wasteland and spot a broken down motorcycle they race to be the first to flick the other

This has resulted in them play fighting in the dirt while another companion waits, patiently or impatiently, for them to get over whatever the hell is going on with them

Fiercely protective of each other

This comes for a multitude of reasons. Obviously they’re close, but it’s amplified by the fact that Piper knows that Sole has no one else, really, considering what they had to leave behind, and Sole knows Piper is used to being the one that’s protective and not protected

Sometimes Piper walks up to them and just needs to be hugged tightly. No talking, nothing. Sometimes the vulnerability gets the best of her emotionally and she needs to feel protected

If Sole goes up against the Brotherhood or Institute, they become even more protective over her and Nat

The organizations aren’t above using Piper for leverage, and Sole knows that

Their friendship is a good combination of laughing when the other trips and knocking the lights out of anyone who tries to fuck with the other

Sole learns that Piper leaning back in her chair after working on an article for a while and letting out a loud “UGH” means it’s time to make her tea and take her work away

Piper protests at first but they both know things go smoother if she has a mandatory break

If Sole isn’t great at reading emotions, they come up with hand signals to indicate how they’re both feeling

That way, if one of them has emotional trauma or Sole is neurodivergent, they don’t read sadness as anger, get anxiety over her mannerisms, etc.

Definitely comes in handy, especially if Sole has difficulties expressing how they’re feeling verbally, as well

Overall, communication on point, and they have each other’s backs no matter what