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fluffyficsanddreams · 1 day ago

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Softening

A/N: AAA YAY POOLVERINE!! i absolutely adore these two and have wanted to write them for months now, just now getting around to it. i really want to get into writing consistently again, so i hope there'll be more soon (i really wanna write one with Logan and Laura, so we'll see if i get around to that) <3

Summary: Wade learns about the best way to comfort a Logan stuck in his mind, and also learns that Logan doesn't mind said comfort very much.

this is a sfw tickle fic and features implied romantic Wade/Logan, plus a decent amount of language. if you don't like it, don't read it. 🫶

also spoilers for the movie lol

Logan was tired.

Okay, tired was a very very large understatement. He was absolutely exhausted.

Now, granted, he wasn't nearly as exhausted as he had been before a certain merc showed up at the bar and dragged him on the weirdest journey of his entire 200-year-long existence. Wade was actually a good person at heart underneath his constant quips and innuendos, and was now someone that Logan considered a good friend (perhaps he felt something more, but he hadn't decided on that yet.)

But right now, he didn't feel like debating on his feelings about Wade. His mind was filled with memories that he'd tried so desperately to bury and forget, memories of those he had once cared for, those that had died because of his negligence.

He leaned back against the couch cushions in the living room of Wade's apartment, taking another swig of the alcohol from the bottle in his hand, trying to drink his feelings away as he had done since the incident.

Wade, however, was not going to allow that to happen.

The merc walked into the room in a Hello Kitty t-shirt and shorts, carrying his best-dog-buddy in his arms. He let out a slight huff at the sight of Logan chugging booze like there was no tomorrow, setting Dogpool down on her overly-large dog bed.

"Hey, peanut, put down the bottle for at least two seconds, would you?" He asked with an undertone of sarcasm, walking over and flopping down onto the couch next to him, just slightly too close as usual.

Logan, not exactly being in the mood to deal with Wade's jokes and nonstop rambling, ignored him for a second to take another sip. "I don't feel like puttin' up with you right now. Go away, I needa be alone." He grumbled, gazing down at nothing in particular, his expression contorted with irritation and suppressed emotion.

Wade, of course, didn't listen. He was able to read the other mutant very easily by now—it wasn't like Logan bothered to hide it very much, anyway, so it didn't take much to see that he was being weighed down by something. Despite his tendency to turn everything into a joke, he knew when something was important.

Although he knew that the grumpy man usually didn't allow Wade to touch him, he reached out and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, inwardly celebrating when Logan allowed it to stay there. "Hey, what's on your mind?"

Logan didn't answer at first, having a mental battle with himself within his head. He trusted Wade, genuinely, but sharing his thoughts and feelings was something he'd never been good at. Pushing people away was what he was good at.

But... look where that had gotten him last time.

Deciding that he would have to do this eventually anyway, he let out a sigh before speaking up in a grumble.

"I jus'... miss 'em. I wasn't there to protect 'em, and now..."

Logan's voice trailed off, his gaze troubled as he avoided looking at his roommate. He felt pathetic, talking about this—it was something he'd only shared with a couple people (one of which was manipulating him), but... for some reason, he found himself trusting Wade with it, despite the fact that he was the most annoying person he'd ever known.

Wade, on the other hand, didn't think it was pathetic in the slightest. He was absolutely thrilled that Logan was being so vulnerable with him, and he wasn't about to let it go to waste. Besides, he understood how he felt, in a way—not protecting the ones you love, and feeling the guilt destroy you from the inside out.

The merc leaned forward so that he was in Logan's line of vision, offering him a small smile.

"Thanks for telling me, peanut. Really. I'm sorry about all that."

Wade said, nodding his chin a little. He hadn't been this genuine or sincere with Logan since their talk before the whole creating-a-matter-antimatter-circuit extravaganza.

But, of course, he was still Deadpool, the Merc with the Mouth.

"Come on, bud, I gotta get you to cheer up a bit. Ya can't brood forever, as hot as you look doing it." He joked, giving Logan a light poke to the side, trying to get him to loosen up a little. He did not, however, expect the reaction that the poke got him.

Logan flinched at the unexpected poke, his eyes widening briefly, drawing in a quick breath at the sensation. He hadn't felt that in so many years, and... fuck.

Wade was definitely not going to let this go.

A shit-eating grin spread across the mischevious Deadpool's face, multiple thoughts popping into his mind, but one was able to be heard above all—Logan was ticklish.

"Actually, Wolvie, I think I have the perfect idea to help you cheer up..." Wade said slowly, leaning closer and closer to his now inwardly panicking friend-maybe-more.

Logan was definitely not about to let himself get tickled of all things by the most insane person he'd ever met, for he knew that Wade would take forever to drop it.

The man shifted uneasily toward the arm of the couch, scooting backward and keeping an eye on his roommate at all times. "Absolutely not, motherfucker. You better not touch me or I swear to god I'll—AHCK!"

Logan's threat (that he didn't really actually mean) was cut off as Wade tackled him down, pinning him to the couch and straddling his thighs so that he couldn't go anywhere. The merc grinned like a Cheshire cat, a few fantasies playing out in his head now that he had the Wolverine pinned underneath him—

Nope, we're not going there. Besides, Wade had different plans right now.

He placed his hands on Logan's abdomen, just resting them there for now, smiling broadly as he felt the mutant tense up underneath his touch.

"Ooh, I didn't peg you to be the sensitive type, but you learn something new every day, huh? Now, let's see here. Since Marvel Jesus is merciful, I'm gonna let you pick out a safeword! Whaddya think of that, peanut? What do you want it to be?"

Logan felt his sanity slowly deteriorating as Wade blabbered on and on, and frankly, he didn't really know what the fuck he was even talking about (although he'd gotten used to that by now.) He was currently clenching his fists at his sides, using every last ounce of self control he had to not stab Wade through his arms.

"The only reason I'm not cuttin' your fucking hands off right now is because Althea doesn't want blood gettin' everywhere. Get the fuck offa me and find someone else to bother." Logan snarled up at Wade, shooting him a glare sharper than a piece of shrapnel—but, of course, Deadpool was not deterred in the slightest. In fact, Logan's mild panic masked by anger only egged him on further.

"Well, that isn't a safeword, is it? I guess you're just gonna have to go without. Sorry not sorry!"

Wade declared with a joyous smile, curling his fingers and starting to scribble up and down both of Logan's sides over his shirt, his fingertips climbing up to his ribcage and digging into the muscles there. Being the dexterous mercenary he was, quick movements like this were a piece of cake for him—and came in handy when tickling, apparently.

However, it proved to be a death sentence for Logan.

The Wolverine was now squirming and bending away from Wade's hands as much as possible, although that didn't exactly prove helpful, considering his currently pinned position. His lips were stubbornly clamped shut, forcing back the laughs that he felt were quickly bubbling up in his chest.

"Fuckin' piece of—grrrgghh! Wilson! I'm gonna—" Logan began to threaten through clenched teeth, falling silent again when he realized he was growing closer and closer to breaking with every word. He hadn't been tickled in literal decades, and he found himself reacting to the feeling way more than he expected.

The thing was, he had long ago grown accustomed to violence and an otherwise lack of physical touch in his life. The only times he was touched was when he was fighting, in danger, things along those same lines of violence. To be touched in a gentle way at all felt incredibly foreign, and he frankly didn't know how to feel about it. The idea that he wasn't in danger, and that he could allow this to happen without any harm to anything aside from maybe his ego, was a surprisingly comforting thought.

That thought sort of helped (or hindered, depending on how you looked at it) Logan loosen up a little, and caused him to break a little sooner than he would normally have allowed himself to—especially when Wade's mischevious fingers crawled their way up to his upper ribs, near to his underarms.

"Pfffuhuhuhuck! Dahahamnit, you dihihick! Stahahap it!"

In that moment, Wade definitely fell in love. Whether it was with Logan himself or his laughter, he didn't know. What he did know was that he needed to do this more often.

"Aww, listen to those sweet little laughs! C'mon, Logie, I know you've got more in you! I think I've just gotta find the right spot, huh? Wanna tell me where that is?"

"Fuhuhuck yohou!"

"Now, while that does sound quite enticing, I'm afraid that's not what we're doing right now. If you're gonna be a stubborn little asshole, I guess I'm just gonna have to find that spot myself. How terrible..." Wade beamed, his expression filled with pure glee.

So, now, Wade went on a new mission: find Logan's worst spots and then proceed to exploit the shit out of them. The mischevious merc's fingers crawled up from Logan's upper ribs into his underarms, digging his wiggling digits deep into the soft muscle.

Logan let out a loud snort before dissolving into wheezy laughter, clamping his large arms to his sides reflexively while simultaneously punching and smacking at his roommate's arms in a feeble attempt to get him to stop.

"Wihihihilsohohon! Gehehet the fuhuhuhuck out of thehehere, ya mohohohoron!" He managed to snort out, hating himself for being unable to hold back the wide grin he knew was on his face at the moment.

Wade cocked his head to the side, his devilish grin widening even further. "Oh, not there, huh? That's okay, I've got plenty of other options here..."

After giving one last scribble to Logan's underarms for good measure, Wade brought his hands down to those stupidly attractive abs that he was hiding underneath that shirt, kneading them with both hands on either side while drilling his thumbs into the flesh around his navel.

Yet another snort was ripped from Logan's throat before he erupted into a fit of hearty laughter, the sound a little more wild and frantic than it was a second ago. Of course Wade had managed to find the spot that practically made him explode as soon as it was touched.

Except, as he writhed around underneath his roommate, another thought occurred to him amidst his persistent giggling. He didn't really mind this as much as he thought he would. In fact, he found himself secretly enjoying it, in a sense. It allowed him to let go, giving him a reason to laugh, which was something that Wade said he didn't do nearly enough. Perhaps he should take his advice, just this once.

However, Logan was forcibly ripped out of his thoughts when he felt Wade's hands sneaking their way underneath his shirt, pushing it up before he began scratching at his abdomen rather than kneading.

"Ooh, now I can really get in here. Look at those gorgeous abs, how could you possibly go around hiding these?" Wade beamed, admiring his muscles as he kept up his attack.

Logan, meanwhile, was laughing so hard he could barely form thoughts, pounding his heels against the couch cushions while he grasped desperately at Wade's wrists, trying to wrench his hands away from his stomach—but the mercenary was freakishly strong.

"WahahAHAhade! You're suhuhuch a—ahahEEK! Fuhuhuhuuuck, nohohot thehere!"

Logan had been about to threaten Wade with the usual decapitation (which he never meant), but it had been cut off by his own squeal when Wade's finger dug right into his navel. He was losing his mind by now, and he wasn’t sure how much more laughing he could muster. The answer was a lot, but he didn't know that.

He was probably about to find out, though, because Wade had yet another mischievous idea. It seemed he was never short of those, and Logan was often the person who ended up the victim... see the pattern?

The merc leaned forward to get a better look at Logan's smiling, red face, a smile of his own spreading across his features. It was devilish, but it had a bit of genuine warmth behind it—this was the first time he'd ever seen Logan smile so much, and he looked so relaxed, even if he was laughing his ass off. He definitely wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste.

And so, he set his idea in motion, even though he knew he probably would get stabbed for it. (It wasn't like he hadn't gotten stabbed by Logan a million times already, what was one more?)

"Y'know, Wolvie, I'm feeling a little hungry. Whaddya say I just take a big ol' bite of these sexy abs?"

Logan didn't even know what the hell Wade was talking about, but he barely had time to process his question before his insane roommate came forward and planted his mouth right above his navel, nibbling at his skin—not nearly hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to tickle the poor guy out of his mind.

Logan let out a shriek he didn't even know he was capable of producing, the wildest laughter ever exploding from his chest, snorts and squeals erupting from him in between—much to his own dismay. Wade, however, didn't think it was as bad as Logan did. In fact, he found it adorable more than anything else.

He wished he could hear Logan laugh like this more often—he was always so tense, never able to relax fully due to his own mind. If Wade was able to take his mind off of the thoughts that plagued him, even if for just a few minutes through something as silly as tickling, he would definitely do it.

...Which was why he continued to nibble at Logan's abs, making exaggerated eating noises as he did so, loud "OMNOMNOMNOM"s filling the space in the room that wasn't already filled with Logan's hysterical laughter.

"Ahahahahaa, Wahade, for fuck's sahahAHAke! Thahahahat's enoUGH! Seriously! Pleheheheheeeease!"

Wade blinked, pulling back for just a second to make a theatrical flabbergasted expression down at Logan.

"Do my ears decieve me? Was that... dare I say it... a 'please'?! You're begging? Oh, man, I must be dreaming. I'd ask you to pinch me, but seeing as you can't right now, I think I'll just pinch you instead."

Wade didn't give Logan time to process the blabbering that was coming out of his mouth before he started pinching at the mutant's ribs, going one at a time as he slowly made his way upward, leaning forward again to nibble at his abdomen simultaneously. Logan lost his shit, between the little pinches that tickled way more than he thought it would and the unbearable nibbling of his ridiculously ticklish stomach, he was going insane.

"Ehehehahahah—c'mohOHOhon! Stahahap it, no mohohohORE!" Logan managed through his hysterical laughter, slapping at Wade's arms, seemingly endless snorts being torn from his throat every few seconds due to how hard and how much he was laughing. His roommate simply smiled down at him and continued, expression filled with glee and pure delight.

"No can do, honey badger. This fic still isn't long enough, so I've gotta do a little more... unless I stop now and we hug it out for a few paragraphs..."

"Hehehell no, fuhuHUcker!"

"Well, then it seems like you're just gonna be stuck here for a while longer. Such a shame—y'know, I wonder how often I can do this without you stabbing me. Does daily sound good to you? I think that sounds wonderful, I wanna hear your cute little piggy snorts—"

Logan felt a burning warmth rising up his cheeks and at the tips of his ears at Wade's words, managing an annoyed (embarrassed) groan through his giggles, which were growing louder and more frantic as Wade made his way back up toward his armpits.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup! Gohod, I hahahahate you..." He retorted, letting out a squeak when Wade give a firm prod to his underarm in response.

"Now, now, my little honey pie, I know for a fact that's not true. People who hold hands while listening to Madonna can't hate each other. See, your problem is—AACK!"

Wade had been about to dive into a deeply comprehensive list about the reasons why Logan could never possibly hate him when he was promptly bucked off and onto the floor, rubbing at his head as he picked himself up. He was about to pounce on Logan and attack him with revenge tickles for throwing him off when the sight before him made his heart melt into mush.

The feral man was lying on back still, a smile still on his lips, a red color having bloomed across his cheeks, spreading up to his ears and down his neck. There was a sparkle in his tired eyes that hadn't been there previously, his hair all messed up from how much he'd been squirming.

Honestly, Wade thought it was adorable.

The merc sat down on the edge of the couch next to the still-panting Logan and gave him a little smile and tilt of his head, deciding to keep all his quips to himself for the moment.

"Feeling better, peanut?"

When Wade asked that question, Logan blinked and realized that yes, actually, he did feel better. A lot better, at that. He didn't think something so stupid could manage to take his mind completely off of what had been haunting him, but... he wasn't really complaining.

He sat up and tried to regain his bearings, pushing his shirt back down and running a hand through his hair, gazing down at his lap for a few moments before he looked over at Wade, not holding eye contact with him for longer than a few seconds.

"Uh... yeah. Um... thanks. For that. I didn't realize I needed it, but... you seem to know me better than I do." Logan said quietly, letting out a slight huff of air as a lopsided smirk made its way to his face.

Wade smiled at him, simply giving him a nod of acknowledgment for his thanks. Honestly, he didn't need to thank him—he would so tickle the shit out of him every day if Logan let him, which he wouldn't, but hey, a man can dream!

He wrapped one arm around Logan's shoulders, expecting the former X-Man to push him away, but found himself surprised when he didn't. He gave another internal celebration before he pulled him close to his side, giving friendly pats to his shoulder (this was probably about the non-gayest thing they'd ever done: the bro side-hug.)

"Anytime, peanut. Cures something in my soul to see ya smile, really, so I'd do it again."

Logan shivered a little at that idea, instead opting to just not think about it and instead relaxing into the gentle physical contact that Wade was slowly training him to become more used to. Hesitantly, after a few moments, he rested his head on his roommate's shoulder, expecting to be poked fun at for his action.

However, the silence that followed genuinely surprised him. Wade was too busy being completely enamored with Logan and how vulnerable he was allowing himself to be right now to say anything for once.

After a long while of silence, Logan was considering letting himself drift off here since the after effects of the tickle session Wade had put him through was hitting him, but the merc broke the silence before he could do so.

"...So we did end up hugging it out for a few paragraphs."

"Motherfucker—!"

#sfw tickle community #tickle fic #deadpool and wolverine #poolverine #lee!wolverine #lee!logan #ler!deadpool #ler!wade #finally finished #that took so long #the end sucks but it's because i rushed it

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stellaepluviae · 3 days ago

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Grudge Against the Heavens

("Mai. I'm terrified."

"I'm terrified of losing you."

In which a man driven by his love decides to wage war against heaven.

Translation of Ch. 6 Premium Story | Mitsuhide Sequel) ↓

‼️reblogs are welcome! / please do not repost elsewhere or take my translations as your own (i'll cry TT)‼️

Mitsuhide: "That lie I told you earlier....."

"To me, everything is more bitter than poison."

Mai: (Mitsuhide.....)

Mitsuhide's arms reach for me. Leaning closer, the bell rings softly.

The next moment—

Mitsuhide: ".....!"

The hand that nearly touched me slipped through my shoulder, swimming through the air.

Mai: (My form has nearly disappeared completely.)

"Mitsuhide, I'm here.....!"

Mitsuhide: "Ah, I can hear you."

"Your voice—it's the one thing I will never fail to notice."

His powerful murmur sounded like a prayer.

"Come closer. I wish to hold you."

Mai: " But....."

Mitsuhide: "Come here."

Mai: "Ah....."

Mitsuhide holds my fading body in his arms.

(I knew it; we can't touch each other at all.)

(But I can feel it.....a small bit of warmth.)

Craving the feeling of his body heat, I sharpen my senses hoping to feel more of it on my skin.

Mitsuhide: "To tell the truth, I knew this night would be a losing battle."

Mai: "Huh?"

Mitsuhide: "I knew you would see through my lie."

A refreshing smile stretches across Mitsuhide's face.

"Although I've lived a life of lies, it seems my love for you is the only thing I can't fake."

Mai: (If that's so, then why.....?)

".....Why would you lie to me like that?"

Mitsuhide: "I left the Oda forces to do what I had to do."

"I discovered that someone holds the key to curing your condition."

Mai: "What!?"

(My affliction can be cured!?)

Mitsuhide: "It's possible, however, the procedure we must go through is quite complicated."

"So to that end, I've decided to devote all my time to it."

"Azuchi is now in danger. I've prioritized my feelings over my duties and have become unfit to lead."

"I'm leaving Azuchi, saving you, and starting anew in another place."

Mai: (So he's abandoning his duty as a commander in the Oda forces—)

"Then I'll come with you!"

Mitsuhide: "I won't allow that. With the amount of rebellions occurring in the area, nowhere is safe."

"If we become separated while you suffer from your condition, we risk not seeing each other ever again."

Mai: (T-That may be true, but.....!)

Mitsuhide: "If you knew I was leaving the Oda forces for your sake, you would only blame yourself."

"Which is why I thought to leave you behind, even if my reason was a lie."

"If I can't come back to you, you will forget me someday and live a new life."

Mitsuhide's palm traces the fading outline of my cheek.

Mai: (I want to hold on to you. I want to say 'don't go'.)

(But Mitsuhide decided to leave for my sake.)

"I understand. I'll wait here."

Mitsuhide: ".....Ah, good answer."

He nodded, then narrowed his eyes and stared at her in silence.

Mai: "Is anything the matter?"

Mitsuhide: ".....I still surprise myself. I wasn't aware that such feelings remained inside me."

"Mai. I'm terrified."

"I'm terrified of losing you."

Mai: (Mitsuhide.....)

He wore a gentle smile, one so far removed from fear—

Even so, what he's conveyed to me are his true feelings.

"Mitsuhide, ever since I've met you, you've been the best part of my life."

"I want to touch you."

Mitsuhide: "I feel the same way."

It's terrifying to voice wishes that have little hope of coming true. Because our hearts anticipate the pain of the aftermath.

Still, I couldn't help but say it.

Mai: "I will always....."

"Wish to be with you, and laugh together without any fear."

"I refuse to disappear!"

Mitsuhide: "Mai....."

Mai: (Ah.....for the first time, I finally get it.)

Holding onto hope in the dark of night, with no end in sight, is excruciating. My thoughts drift to the life Mitsuhide has lived up to this point.

In this period where life is fleeting, achieving a peaceful world is a path of immense pain for those who continue to believe in it.

Mai: "It's hard holding onto hope. Perhaps, it's easier to give into despair."

Mitsuhide: "Perhaps, but you wouldn't do that."

Mai: "That's right. I'm your wife, after all.

"I think I understand your strength. You've fought all this time without giving into despair."

Mitsuhide: ".....I'm confronted by my own weaknesses."

"I can't control my fear of losing you, I can't tell the lies I have a knack for."

"I can't even hold the one I love in my arms."

Mai: "I believe that what makes a person strong is their ability to face what scares them."

Mitsuhide: "Goodness.....you are far too sweet to me."

Mai: (My words exactly.....)

What's important was said, that mattered the most and I decided to leave it at that. But no matter how much I think about it and try to will my body to move, my heart refuses to budge.

(While Mitsuhide has been looking for a way to cure me, I've done nothing but fret.)

(He's trying to help me even if it means leaving home.)

Mitsuhide: "My sweet Mai, I have one more request of you."

Mai: "Anything."

Mitsuhide: "I want to kiss you."

Mai: ".....That's not much of a request. I want that too."

He answers in a low voice, his thin lips forming an arch. We slowly bring our noses together—

Mitsuhide: ".....!"

Mai: (Mitsuhide?)

He frowned slightly, his eyes scanning his surroundings.

Mitsuhide: "Are you here, Mai?"

"Can you hear my voice?"

Mai: "Yes, I'm here. I can hear your voice."

Mitsuhide: ".....I see."

Mai: (My body.....has completely vanished.)

(At this rate my voice will reach him in fragments.)

The sound of the rainstorm envelops us as we are at a loss for words. The wind blowing through the gap in the window made the bell resting on my chest shake violently.

Ring—

A soft sound rings out, and Mitsuhide narrows his eyes.

Mitsuhide: "Mai, try lifting the bell."

Mai: "Lift it?"

As instructed, I picked the bell up with my fingers and brought it to the tip of my nose. Mitsuhide raises his index finger and approaches the bell.

Ring—

(He touched the bell?!)

Mitsuhide: "It seems this bell is what holds the bond between you and me together."

I held my breath and stared at the bell. This small lump the size of a fingernail felt like a lifeline.

Mitsuhide: "I'm glad you dropped this bell that time."

Through the bell, our fingertips overlap. We're touching, but we aren't.

"Mai, put the bell on your lips."

Mai: "Eh?"

Mitsuhide: "Let's try that kiss again."

Realizing what he meant, my ears started to burn.

(It's embarrassing, but.....)

(I still want to touch him.)

Listening to the beating of my own heart, I cleaned the bell with a towel and ate it gently with my lips. Mitsuhide's face came closer—

Mai: "Nn....."

His lips pressed against the bell. Feeling his moist breath, my heart clenched. Gently, Mitsuhide stroked the bell with the tip of his tongue. The bell rolled, tickling my tongue.

(I love you, Mitsuhide.)

Ring—

A light ring resonates, and the warmth of our bodies is shared with one another. My chest hurts so much it feels as if it's going to burst.

I'm sad. Lonely. Somehow, I can't help but feel happy.

(If by some chance, I can't be cured—)

(This will be our last kiss.)

Sweet words we exchanged in the past flashed through my mind.

.....

//Flashback Start//

Mai: "Our last kiss won't be until at least another fifty years!"

Mitsuhide: "When it's our hundred millionth kiss away from the end, can I beg you for it?"

Mai: ".....Sounds like a lot to plan for, don't you think?"

Mitsuhide: "A hundred million is merely an underestimation."

//Flashback End//

.....

Mai: (At the time, I never imagined something like this would happen.)

(I believed there was nothing to be afraid of.)

With the small bell as a source of comfort, the kiss deepens. One after another, tears spilled down my cheeks and melted on the tip of my tongue.

—How much time has passed?

When our lips finally parted, our eyes met. Our smiles came naturally.

(Even at times like these, what I feel the most.....is the happiness of being by your side.)

Mitsuhide: "To begin with, I don't believe in God or Buddha."

"I will never forgive the existence of someone who has inflicted such divine punishment on my beloved."

"I will save you from this. Without fail."

Mai: ".....I know you will."

Whispering to each other, we kiss again.

The sounds of the violent wind and rain no longer reached our ears.

#IM GNAWING INTO MY FIST #super sad moment but #that bell is opening some doors......ya know what im sayin B)#ikestellae travels to sengoku #ikestellae [mitsuhide route / sequel]#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen mai #mitsuhide akechi #mai mizusaki

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villainousauthor · 9 days ago

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Favorite reads of 2024

Apprentice to the Villain - Hannah Nicole Maehrer

I have no mouth and I must scream - Harlan Elison

Twisted Games - Ana Huang

The Housemaid - Frieda McFadden

Renegades - Marissa Meyer

Into the Drowning Deep - Mira Grant

Between Love and Loathing- Shain Rose

Least favorite reads of 2024

What Lies Beyond the Veil - Harper L Woods (Dnf at 60%)

Illusions of Grandeur - Kathryn Ann Kingsley

Once You're Mine - Morgan Bridges (Dnf 30%)

Wisteria - Adalyn Grace

2025 TBR

Hench - Natalie Zina Walschots

Parasite - Mira Grant

Swordheart - T. Kingfisher

Vengeful- Victoria E. Schwab

Bunny - Mona Awad

Catherine House - Elisabeth Thomas

The Deep - Nick Cutter

More Ana Huang

#tbh wisteria is only in the least favorite category bcus it felt like a let down compared to the two previous booms #books*#i was on a romance reading kick all year long unfortunately i did not finish a lotttt of them its a genre that when I like it I love it #but I don't like a good amount of it for one reason or another #obviously this is just a small part of my total reading list for this year

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hrnngsoup · 2 days ago

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Oh maaan. Oh man this is anti-honey vegan levels of ignorant. Look yeah it's gonna be unpopular opinions, and I am NOT saying there are no abusive-towards-dogs cops out there, but no, k9 forces are not generally abusive.

Here's some facts:

K9 units serve much more jobs than just take-downs. Ever had a recently missing kid? A good police force will call on a k9 unit, which you can give them a piece of fabric or toy to sniff, and then that good doggo will track that kid down. Many, MANY children, seniors, and other people who are lost with mental disabilities have been sucessfully found this way.

Another job they do? Drug sniffing. And yes, I know there have been nasty rumours about cops just training a dog to Mark on a person's bag on command, but besides the trash cops that exist, the drug sniffing training is ACTUALLY very specific and fun for the dogs. I've seen a lot of people over at twitter say they are good at fact checking, feel free to fact check what I just said with unbiased sources.

Most K9's are not just murked when they are retired. This was another rumour. A lot of them are retire with their owners, who form deep personal bonds with them, or are adopted out, in the case of the officer not being able to take care of them... like when the officer has died. The only exceptions are when k9's unfortunately develop the common health problems that german shepherds as a breed are privy to, and their quality of life massively decreases.

K9's are not just "stored" at a precinct in crates or something. They go home with their officers most of the time with only a few job-related exceptions.

It's not actually true that every person who gets taken down by a canine are maimed. Most of the time, it's "hold/release", which still needs stitches, but not even near a maim. but I guess these very common events aren't really covered in media much because they are less sensational....

Calling k9 units on anyone who is not actively fleeing a crime and/or armed is not a thing that happens often. That's a huge waste of money, time, and what, do you think they start off arrests with a k9 unit? No! (Exceptions: when someone has felonies on their record, has been known to be aggressive in past arrests/chases, or have commited grand theft auto)

While this one is only anecdotal, I have never with my own two eyes seen a unit abuse their dog. I have seen many of them baby talk the shit out of their doggos or give them probably too many treats, and well, if you want to see that, I recommend police cam vids. One of my relatives which was a k9 unit absolutely adored her k9, Duke, and she had him for many years after they retired- and Duke was happy and healthy until he passed naturally. A lot of people don't realize that if a k9 unit abused or hurt their dogs, and the other cops saw.... they would be considered the shit under their shoe for the whole precinct.

Now let's talk about why they're necessary in a healthy police force

Ever hear of the terms meth heads, crackheads, etc? These groups of people, if they decide to do crime, are INCREDIBLY dangerous. Drugs of a certain hardcore variety LITERALLY change your brain composition. These are the kind of people that can, and will, run out naked with two steak knives and try to stab anyone around them "because they looked at me funny"... if they are even capable of reason and clear speech in a drug-induced rage. Many do not even feel pain at this stage. There are two ways to stop someone in this state. Gunfire. Or a k9 unit. The good thing about using a k9 is that they are fast, much faster than humans- and that helps reduce the amount of injuries and deaths that occur when something goes wrong.

Humans are instinctually wired to be afraid of dogs. A lot of violence from... really, anyone, is severely diminished when even the threat of a k9 unit being called happens, and when you're facing someone who's weilding a machete, that fricking means something.

Look. I can understand being incensed at anyone who does treat their dogs badly. I am too. But you have to inform yourself on what the facts are, and everything I have said is factual unless someone can prove me wrong which, okay, then i will retract what someone proved me wrong about.

Banning a very important, very life-saving part of a healthy police force is a BAD idea. Note i said healthy police force... there are a lot of UNHEALTHY, CORRUPT police forces that needs from the bottom up reform.

All banning k9 units will do is increase crime and the collateral damage from it, make us lose non-take down services they provide which is VERY important to missing persons cases... and probably increase the amount of german shepherds put down in shelters, ultimately doing much more harm than good.

All k9 dogs are abused hands down if you post any pro k9 stuff on my dash you’re unfollowed I don’t care if we’ve been mutuals for years, you can claim to be anti-cop or a leftist or whatever but if you post k9 dogs with like “a good doggo! A good boy!” fuck off, if I lose followers over this then good riddance

#k9 unit #i normally dont write essays here but. here we go.#police #if you dont care to fact check yourself you're just as bad as the people you hate for the same reason btw #and closing anons after this one because if someone wants to debate they better be brave enough to use their own account for it #police reform

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flying-cat · 3 months ago

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I'm stealing a tweet but what are your media literacy check characters

#one of mine is mu qing from tgcf because if you still think he was being antagonistic on purpose i have no words for you tbh #the other one is bakugou katsuki for obvious reasons #not because i'm defending what he did but because people actively deny that he had character development #my other other one is toga himiko for also obvious reasons #my other other other one is jiang cheng from mdzs #actually mdzs itself is a media literacy check honestly but that take is for another day #bnha #mha #mdzs #tgcf #svsss #2ha #erha #those r all my recent fandoms #please fight in my comments i'm begging you i want entertainment #FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT #p5r #p5 #sorry i forgot one my other other other other one is goro akechi because you don't have to like him but calling him evil is crazy #i don't think he's a good person but he's not EVIL #love him btw he is my favorite p5 character but he is Not Really A Good Person #but like people saying he's evil and all the phantom thieves hate him. did you. read persona 5 #did you just look at the pretty pictures and numbers like what #the game literally tells you that he was a victim of unfortunate circumstances and the adults around him like EVERYONE ELSE #HE WAS 16 YEARS OLD WHEN HE WAS HIRED TO BECOME AN ASSASSIN #actually i've decided that maruki is also a media literacy check character #because the amount of people i see acting like he maliciously manipulated a bunch of teenagers and he's so bad/evil/a creep is insane #guys. characters don't have to be just good or bad.

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payaso-gomi · 1 year ago

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~☀️URL Songs☀️~

The game's to use songs to spell out your URL! Then you tag as many people as there are letters in your name

I felt like I did this too quick, and tbh I would have used songs from my clown playlist if I could but none of them matched :( Except for one! >:)

Thank you so much to @hexusproductions for the tag! This was fun to do!

P - Pikebubbles by The Cardigans

A - Aquatic Mouth Dance by Red Hot Chilli Peppers

Y - Yo Te Dire by Miranda!

A - Absolute Territory by Ash Kencorp

S - She's a Big Boy by Mcbaise

O - ODDTAXI by Punpee and Skirt

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G - Gordon's Garden Party by the Cardigans

O - Oh! by Shishamo

M - Me Estoy Enamorando by Inspector

I - In the Afternoon by The Cardigans

Tagged:

No pressure at all! Just if you wanna do smthing in your free time

Hell if you see this, aren't tagged, and want a shot at it, tag me I'd love to see it

@libertys-lovers @ssslep @sillysiha @white-meadow @murder-at-the-bingo-hall @underlapped

#tag game #idk if uneducated to tag people you'd like to talk to but don't for one reason or another #i'm. i'm not tagging 10 people i'm sorry #i did this in a embarrassingly short amount of time #i blacked out and this was typed out #i'm listening to a few of the songs you listed too eli #clockwork god does in fact fuck!#love a good trashcan demolishing song mm #oh uh i reccomend most of these #she's a big boy and oddtaxi are big faves tho

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yellowmagicalgirl · 1 month ago

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Hello, fellow D&D players of tumblr! Do you have an Eberron campaign coming up, and the official subraces just aren't cutting it? Do you look at ordinary planetouched, and wish that they had more of a connection to their mundane, non-human parent? Or have you looked at planetouched and wished they had more of a connection to Eberron's planes? Consider using one of the 31 subraces in this book! These have been created for aasimar, dwarves, elves, gith, genasi, gnomes, halflings, and tieflings.

If you're looking for more character inspiration, consider checking out one of the premade Eberron characters I have created - all are 100% RAW as per Rising from the Last War and the 2014 Player's Handbook.

#eberron #d&d #d&d 5e #dungeons and dragons #dungeonsandragons #dungeons & dragons #dnd #dnd5e #d&d subrace #dnd homebrew #d&d homebrew #homebrew #my homebrew #and now for the real reason why i'm reposting this bc i'm sure some of you have seen this on my tumblr before:#black friday #idk if my stuff will be involved in any sales but please consider throwing a couple dollars my way #the pregens are pay-what-you-want so if you want to send me a different amount than what planar subraces is being sold for then that's a #good way of doing so #(i scheduled this back in october to post at what is supposedly an optimal time hence why idk if my stuff is on sale)#and if for whatever reason you *don't* want one of my eberron products: if you have anything you want to buy on DM's Guild or one of its #sister sites like DriveThruRPG please use my affiliate link (aka all the links in this post) so that some of your money will go to me #instead of wotc or another corporation (the creator will get the same amount of money from royalties regardless of if you use my link)

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vimbry-moved · 11 months ago

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"nanobots" the song is this deconstructed view of child development and parenthood where it's like, 'wow have you ever thought about how weird producing offspring is. like, it's weird, right! we make these little people and they quickly grow into their own individual personalities with their own lives and autonomy and I've lost all authority and there's so many and you've gotta be responsible for them all the time, what did I do !!!'

but as well as approaching it with this slightly overwhelmed perspective, there's a sort of affectionate optimism in there, too. that even tho the concept's intimidating, there's a sense of wonder in how humans develop and raising them and watching them grow up. hey this kid thing's fun actually, yeah I wish they'd leave me alone sometimes, but look at how cute and resilient they are look at what they can do. and then "replicant" is like jesus parenting a teenager is hard.

#tmbg #it's a tough competition with about 200 songs #but I honestly think ''I turn my back for two minutes and they've grown again'' is one of tmbg's most poignant lyrics #it's not an original sentiment and one that could even be viewed as somewhat sentimental and hokey with a less skilled execution #like what person or piece of art Hasn't expressed the bittersweet experience of feeling a child's growing up too quickly a million times #but there's just something about the way it's slotted into nanobots #nanobots is honestly cute. and I don't mean that in a reductive ''cutesy'' way I mean as a good thing it's just genuinely very adorable #from a band whose music is a lot of things but you wouldn't typically describe as ''adorable''#I think it's because their songs so often Don't carry this sort of tone that it works in the same way ''another first kiss'' does #there's an uncountable amount of lovesongs in the world. like. THE most popular theme. what can you say that hasn't already been expressed #but lines like ''we've run out of things to say. and we'll be happy any way'' and ''grabs my coat to walk away''#are just such beautifully deceptively simplistic ways to express the mundanity of a healthy relationship #they like each other's company still after all these years and they share their clothes waaah #anyway to get back on topic I love nanobots much for the same reasons as ''I love you for psychological reasons'' and ''mammal'' lmao #myautismhasnothingtodowiththis.jpg

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goblin-enjoyer · 3 months ago

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I swear why are half the things i like/fandoms im in made of mostly younger people while the other half are mostly older people? what are the zoggin odds with that?

How it feels being 20 in a fandom with a bunch of 30-40 somethings.

VS how it feels being 20 in a fandom with a bunch of 14-17 somethings.

like am do i just have extremely odd luck with things i like or is this just what being 20 is like?

#I go browse homestuck twitter and find out an artist I like is turning 16. I go to warhammer twitter and see a meme poster I enjoy is almost #three times my age.#like how do you get a person to somehow feel too old to be in a one fandom yet too young to be in the another?#i know this sounds stupid but it happens every time i like something #world of warcraft has people who have been playing this game for as long as i have been alive #despite aging with the game minecraft is primarily youngsters #team fortress 2 is somehow both too young and too old a fanbase #i've long since reconciled with the fact pretty much everything i like is over a decade old but why cant i just like something with a ->#similar age base? like it would be nice to interact with people that like similar things i like on a consistent basis.#I don't want to buzz around my 2 friends ears trying to not talk too much about my interests. Don't get me wrong I love those two gits but-#its not like i can complain about those childish gits who kept blocking the good fishing nodes in world of warcraft #I cant share my homestuck art and make references to characters that they don't know #I like making references! references make up roughly 1/3rd my jokes! Heck they make up my zogging dialogue too!#HECK I SAY ZOG AND GIT BECAUSE I AM A BLOODY STUPID MIMIC! I'M NOT EVEN BRITISH I LIVE IN MASSACHUSETTS!#YET EVERY TIME I GET A NEW “main interest” OR WHATEVER I END UP TAKING IN ZOGGIN SPEECH PATTERNS FROM THE DANG THINGS!#I ONCE MUTTERED “merde” WHEN THINGS WENT WRONG FOR LIKE OVER A YEAR BECAUSE SPY SAID IT AND ONLY STOPPED WHEN MY BILINGUAL AND FRENCH TAKIN #FATHER AND BROTHER RESPECTIVELY TOLD ME IT MEANT SHIT #I SAY “SLAPS ME ON THE KNEE” AND “SUCKS ON ICE” BECAUSE OF A MAIN INTEREST!#MY POSTURE GOT BETTER SOLELY BECAUSE I DID NOTHING BUT LEVEL A ZANDALARI HUNTER UNTIL LEVEL 120.#WHEN LAUGHING A MODERATE AMOUNT I DO THE /LOL ORC EMOTE. WHEN CHUCKLING I PUT MY HAND ON MY MOUTH LIKE SHIVER FROM SPLATOON BLOODY 3!!!#I HAVE BEEN UNINTENTIONALLY MIMICKING THINGS I LIKE FOR YEARS! I BOB MY HEAD AND WALK DIGITIGRADE BECAUSE I HEARD BIRDS/DINOSAURS DO IT TO-#BALANCE WHEN WALKING. AND THE ONLY REASON I SUCKED AT RUNNING WAS BECAUSE WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I WATCHED A SCENE OF ICE AGE WHERE SID WAS WAL #ING AND MIMICKED HOW HE WALKED FOOT -> FOOT INSTEAD OF HEEL -> TOE HEEL -> TOE #AND NOW I GUESS I'M JUST WAITING FOR WHAT ILL GET FROM HOMESTUCK HUH #ugh if you can't tell this is a midnight brainrot post. i may be awake and on my computer but this still has the energy of that kind of pos #saturday warhammer and the following wendys browsing for ya folks.#midnight brainrot #Man i needed to get those off my chest #not like anyone reads these midnight brainrot posts anyways #oh yeah gotta tag art and paint.net so i can easily find these drawings later if i need them

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doverstar · 3 months ago

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joseph gordon-levitt called jim hawkins "just a very good-looking wasp of a boy that I will never be" and I've been thinking about that for two weeks

#even he was like “okay this was intentional”#and yes. every Jim Thing was SO intentional. I've read every scrap of material on the movie's creation and process I can get my eyeballs on #and I think one of the reasons I like Jim so much is that every single thing they did with him they were excited about #they were so passionate about it. they wanted to do things with his eyes and hands and expressions-#-that they said they hadn't tried yet because they wanted jim to be as real as they could get him to be #surrounded by all these not-so-real looking worlds and aliens #because his struggles were realistic and his season in life was so relatable in the story #they did model him off jimmy dean but they also modeled him off of joseph gordon-levitt and the poses and faces he'd make #JGL was SEVENTEEN when he voiced jim. he was not fully grown #jim was so “good-looking” as an animated character not just because of how he was drawn but because he himself is supposed to be so raw/rea #and that instinctively makes you like him more. plus. he IS drawn a specific way #and he IS cute don't get me wrong (he is a child)#but there's something about writing a character as true to life as you can #and trying to express something very real through that character that people can understand and care about #in order to make a true point #that sticks to people and influences them. and that's what happened with Jim #it's like Percy Jackson or Holden Caulfield #no I have never been claimed as a child of a Greek god and exploded a toilet #no I have never gotten expelled repeatedly or mugged in the 1950s #but I do know what it's like to want deep connections with people and despair of getting them #and I do know what it's like to wish I could get something right #Percy and Holden AND JIM all express those things at one point or another #they express other things too. they feel very REAL. so you listen to them and you connect with them #and just like with real people you look at them and they become more attractive to you (both literally and figuratively)-#-as you get to know them and understand them better #that's how you characterize #that's good writing #and in Jim's case good ANIMATING too #continually blown away by the massive amount of energy and thought and buckets and buckets of INTENTION that went into Treasure Planet #and it was not released at the proper time to get the attention it should've gotten

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batemanofficial · 4 months ago

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#i can't live like this anymore.#no matter what happens it's always my fault. it can never be anyone else's. and when i try to contest that i get treated like a rabid dog #so youre saying the only role im fit for is 'alcoholic shut in?' is that what you're implying? because that's what it seems like #i can't believe i ever fooled myself into thinking anything would change as long as im here.#no matter how much medication i take this town will always make me fantasize about making myself suffer.#it's a black hole. it's a well of misery. no light escapes and it taints everything inside. i can't have anything good here #i know there's something wrong with me. i get it. but it's like being here makes it worse #im a bad person. i don't want to be a good person. it doesn't feel bad. it just feels warm.#but i can take that and put it in a box when im not here. but its like this place IS the box and when im here it just festers #and because of that i can't ever be taken seriously when i have a problem. im always too emotional and too angry and too sensitive #and even if I wasn't any of those things they wouldn't take me seriously anyway.#it's one thing to say your kitchen doesn't have a problem with women and it's another thing entirely to stay true to that.#if a ticket is too slow it's my fault. if the temp on a steak is wrong it's my (female) coworker's fault. if something's not organized #it's one of the girls that left it that way. always.#but whenever the guys have problems it's 'just how it is' but when uts any of us it warrants a talking to every time #if i were normal it wouldn't bother me this much but im not and it does. and no amount of reasoning will ever change a man's mind #this was good while it lasted but i need to leave. my life depends on it. i can't survive here.

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red-dragon-archfiend · 2 years ago

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I don't have enough time or experienced with enough classes to write a detailed multiclassing guide, but for D&D players, especially new players, wondering if they should multiclass, the simple answer is "probably not". Multiclassing is, in general, bad. The game was not balanced with it in mind, and it's very easy to muck up your character if you don't know what you're doing. I'm not just talking from an optimization perspective, either; it's difficult to justify it narratively in a way that doesn't cheapen the significance of what class levels represent. You don't become a Bard by practicing the lute for a week. You can't become a Wizard without years of study. If you plan to multiclass, my advice would be to find some way of tying it narratively into your primary class somehow; an Eldritch Knight becoming a Wizard is sensible, because they already have an understanding of how to work arcane magic, they just need to spend some time focusing on that over improving their martial abilities to learn enough to start filling out a spellbook. Of course, that still takes a long time, but the Eldritch Knight's previous experiences mean they already know how to cast multiple spells already. If you want to multiclass for story reasons, ask yourself two questions: Is multiclassing really the best way to convey this change in my character, and, if so, do they have the adequate time, experiences, and resources to practice the skills necessary (physical training, study, spiritual attunement, etc.) to even START being that class? The reason I put so much weight into class levels is because the Player's Handbook itself makes a point to clarify what sets a member of each class apart from others who seem similar on the surface; not every soldier in a given army is a Fighter, chances are most of them aren't. And Paladins are even rarer! To achieve even one class level is a strong indication of skill and effort, and I as your DM would expect you to consider how your character achieves levels in a second class. My campaign features a Fighter/Warlock multiclass, and her patron is both the supplier of her occult magic, and her instructor, personally training her in her dreams, so she can level up in either class and it'll make sense. My favorite combination, Paladin/Sorcerer, can be explained by latent powers emerging in response to their experiences and the holy power they channel within themselves, perhaps a gift from their deity or the result of them or their ancestor slaying a creature like a dragon or vampire whose blood imbued the Paladin's bloodline with arcane magic. Maybe a Monk/Cleric comes from a monastery that reveres a specific deity, and that Monk caught their deity's attention, choosing the Monk for a holy mission. If multiclassing is part of your character's backstory or projected future, having a plan for it is key to making them still feel like a cohesive, singular character.

#musings #dungeons and dragons #take my advice with a grain of salt since not all groups will put the same weight into class levels as i do #but the reason most wizards are depicted as elderly is because wizardry is extremely difficult and takes a long time to master #class levels being rare or hard to achieve is kind of necessary from a worldbuilding perspective #if becoming a wizard was possible after what amounts to a college course there'd be wizards everywhere #and the players wouldn't be as important because their own abilities wouldn't be anything special for a long time #i didn't talk about optimization very much since i think most d&d players don't care about that as much as roleplay and thematics #but if you're questioning if multiclassing would be good for you #look at the benefits you'd get from even one level of another class and ask if that's worth setting your main class back permanently #even one bad multiclass level can become a problem with initiative is rolled and you're functionally one level lower than you should be #it's also why timing when to multiclass is important!#it's tempting to multiclass as soon as you hit level 2 but unless you're starting as your secondary class you should really wait #until you're at least level 5 or so because that's a big power spike #and once you achieve that it doesn't hurt as much to delay levels in your main class in favor of another #that's variation in this of course #if you're a paladin who plans to take just one level of hexblade you really should do it at level 2 if you dumped strength #you don't want to be relying on 13 strength for weapon attacks any longer than you have to #and if you're only interested in the thematic elements of a class remember that flavor is free!#plus you can use things like your background to give you a feel akin to a different class #a warlock entertainer who makes a deal with the devil to save their music career is a cool way to get bard flavor without multiclassing #especially since if you manage to become a true bard you probably don't need the devil's help anyway

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