#but like maybe I could learn to be a functional drunk

[something-ricked-this-way-comesx]

Dick Prime

Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI), NSFW, 5k word count, fem reader, self- insert OC character, daddy kink, p in v, rick prime with feelings, big dick Rick, degradation a bit, rough sex, praise kink, marking kink, choking, orgasms, cream-pie, fingering, nipple play, manhandling, calling him God, age gap I guess

Hi guys, this is an excerpt chapter from a Rick Sanchez fan fic I have been working on - thought I'd share a little taste on here and see if I could get any feedback. This chapter in particular follows my self-insert, Aurora as she is kidnapped by Rick Prime - enjoy :) If y'all would like me to post and share my other chapters pls reblog or comment 💜

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 I woke up in a unfamiliar place٫ my head pounding viscously as my eyes struggled to adjust to the room around me. This place kind of looked like some sort of space motel room٫ but I couldn't remember a thing from the last 12 drunken hours of my life - I clearly needed to dial back my drinking or just not let Rick bet he can out drink me. I’ve never won that challenge. He really does have the hardest working liver in the universe, that's for damn sure. I wondered if he was feeling the same٫ but I doubted he was even remotely feeling hungover since he was used to getting black-out drunk on the regular. 

I flicked my wrist out٫ wanting to portal into Rick’s shoddy bedroom where I could crawl into his sad excuse of a bed (which was really just a small sized cot) with him so that he could hold me tightly while we slept. That plan was quickly cut as I noticed my portal bracelet was no longer on my wrist and it was no where to be found anywhere near me - what the fuck was going on?

Then I realized where I was - the realization smacking me hard in the face like a fucking freight train. The elaborate sci-fi technical patterns covering every square inch of this room should have been a dead give away from the second I laid eyes on it٫ but I was obviously still too inebriated to use my cognitive functions correctly. I was in what I was 95% sure was Rick Prime’s lair - that fucking cocksucker. How had he managed to find me? Much less find a way to lure me back to where he's been hiding this whole time.

As I was taking in every inch of the room in search of any kind of weapon, maybe even some sort of weird sci-fi button on a wall that I could press and magically find a way out of here under Prime’s nose, I suddenly heard a voice behind me٫ the sound striking me so hard I jumped.

“Great you’re awake٫ care to join me for breakfast?” Prime’s voice asked as he nonchalantly yet menacingly stood in the doorway of the room٫ his shoulder leaning up against the doorframe.

“Oh fuck you!” I spit٫ words coming out of my mouth coated in venom like I was a snake ready to strike.

“Like you have a choice. It’s funny that you thought you did. Let's get something straight٫ you’re mine now٫ so it's best you learn early that you WILL do as I say or there will be consequences.”

“What do you even want from me? Wasn’t killing Diane enough for you?”

“Of course it wasn't٫ but you're not here so I can kill you unfortunately. You’re here because do you know how rare you are?” He paused٫ walking forward into the room causing me to back up back onto the bed like a frightened little mouse. Damn, his presence was so intense. He started pacing a bit٫ back and forth٫ arms crossed across his chest as he did so. He turned to me and looked me directly into my eyes before he started speaking again.

“Every conceivable Rick in the universe would happily serve their own balls on a platter for a little taste of what you have to offer - this makes you especially interesting to me. Not only are you one sexy piece of ass٫ you are a Rick’s gateway to so much unlocked potential.”

“Excuse me?” 

“If ‘wife guy’ was smart he would have stolen your research from you a long time ago. Do you know how long it took for me to find you? It makes me horny just thinking about all that untapped knowledge you have floating around in that brain of yours.”

 “Anything my Rick wanted from me he got because he asked for it. Sorry٫ but I don’t barter for things I created especially not to a sci-fi douchebag like you.”

“No one said anything about bartering. I’m simply going to take what I need via brain scan and then you’re going to put out like a good little girl because when in Rome.”

“My Rick is going to kill you ya know? You’ve taken enough from him and he isn’t going to let you take me too.”

“I’ve avoided him this long and clearly he hasn't learned his lesson yet. I’ve recreated the omega device and this time it can fire more than once٫ I’ll wipe out his entire family line he comes anywhere close to me. I’d kill you too if you weren't so valuable - you should be lucky that a guy like me finds any interest in anyone but himself.”

“You might think that you have me right where you want me٫ but I’m gonna enjoy watching my Rick kill you when he finds you and if you’re lucky maybe we’ll have sex next to your corpse.” I said٫ my words carrying through the air like poison coursing through my vascular system.

It probably wasn’t in my best interest to be taunting Prime the way I was٫ but I refused to let this son of a bitch have it easy especially when it was his dumb ass decision to kidnap me. He knew my Rick was looking for him and he knew he was getting close hence why he even bothered making such an elaborate take on his own already ‘overkill’ device. All that brain and this motherfucker couldn’t grasp the fact that killing peoples’ loved ones doesn’t really warrant being left alone. 

“You think I couldn’t just take you right here if I wanted to? I’d bend you over that table and destroy that tight little pussy of yours and I just might considering you have no idea when to shut that bitch mouth of yours.” He grabbed me by the throat as he said that٫ squeezing the sides of my neck hard as he pulled me up and close to him. If I didn’t hate this Rick - I would have thought this interaction was so hot٫ too bad it was Prime.

“I’d like to see you try.” I said before spitting in his face٫ which in hindsight might have been a mistake٫ but it was too late to take it back.

Prime still had me by the neck٫ but he sighed heavily before shoving me onto the floor - catching myself on my hands before I hit the ground. 

“Don’t even bother trying to use any of your cybernetics - I put a lock on all of your tech and good luck putting up much of a fight without it.” 

---------- 2 weeks later —--------

   Over the few weeks that I had been here٫ regardless of how much of an asshole Prime was٫ no matter what it was that I needed or asked (within reason) for he was quick to give it to me. He didn’t appreciate any of my back talk and if I overstepped too far he did with hold things from me as a punishment٫ but for the most part it seemed like his intentions with me weren’t entirely evil - something I not only found puzzling٫ but very difficult to believe was actually genuine.

I pushed the limits of what he would allow a little bit further everyday٫ hoping to gain his trust so that I would be able to either escape or find someway to get a message to my Rick. I still wasn't exactly sure where we even were in relation to the universe - the curve - or maybe we were outside it? It was hard to know with the very little freedom within this elaborate sci-fi base that I was allowed. The most I could do while here was think - run through multiple plans and assess the probability of success rate to each plan I thought of. Most٫ if not every٫ plan I had managed to conjure up was far from impervious to any snags or complete failure given then sheer innate ability of Rick Prime to always somehow be 10 steps ahead. 

Today felt different though٫ I couldn't explain it٫ but as I sat across from him eating the breakfast that he had prepared for me - I could feel a different kind of tension in the air.

“Do you want to know why exactly you’re so special٫ Aurora?”

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me even if I say no, so why the hell not?”

I was pushing around my eggs with my fork now٫ waiting patiently for his response. He kept telling me how ‘rare’ and ‘special’ I was to his grand design٫ but no matter how often he brought this up (which felt like constantly)٫ he refused to tell me how and why. Until now that is٫ which also struck me as weird.

“In order for you to even exist at all٫ Diane had to die you know? You’re familiar with the big bang I assume?”

“Nah٫ I just have a PhD in Quantum Physics for absolutely no reason at all - in fact٫ I just printed it off the internet completely fabricated credentials.” I said٫ the sarcasm clear in my tone as I spoke - I ran the risk of him punishing me for doing so٫ but he was usually lenient with my sarcasm since it matched his overt cynicism. It was my sharp tongue for disrespect and foul insults that really got under his skin.

“Well when I created the omega device to wipe out Diane٫ I didn't think to solve for any kinds of ripple effect that it might cause.”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Well not completely unlike the big bang - the destruction of Diane’s life across infinity somehow resulted in the cataclysm that created X-258.”

“You’re saying you're responsible for me even existing? How is that even possible? Rapid succession in an inflationary epoch?”

“Precisely - well said. This means that without my omega device٫ you wouldn’t exist. How do you think ‘'wife guy” is going to react when he finds out that I literally made his new slam piece?”

“If you’re even telling the truth٫ which I suppose it is possible therefore also equally not possible by association. I guess given the rightly distribution of a negligible density gradient in order to deter the collapse into just a black hole and taking into consideration cosmic acceleration - I can’t disprove your theory٫ but that doesn’t mean you aren’t just bullshitting me right now.”

“As much as I love bullshitting and torturing other Rick’s for my own amusement٫ this is as real as real gets Aurora. You are only here because Diane had to die. You’re welcome and I’ll be accepting all forms of payment as a thank you٫ especially sexual favors.” 

“Wow٫ so my whole life is a lie - imagine that.” 

“You don’t seem too deeply affected by this revelation?”

“Did you expect me to lose my mind over a random occurring cosmological event? There was no way you knew your elimination of Diane would result in the formation of a universe that randomly produced me - so you did something by accident which is literally how 80% of all scientific findings usually occur. You aren’t special or interesting just because you managed to create a random event in spacetime - I do appreciate your massive need to milk your ego about it though.” 

“Spoken like a true Rick - which you are as far as I’m concerned. The most intriguing out of any possible iteration.”

“So what exactly about that makes me so valuable to you?”

“Other than the fact that ‘'wife guy” loves you٫ according to my advanced research using your brain scans and blood and tissue samples٫ I should be able use both to develop the infinite Rick serum which would make me immortal. I’m not referencing no low grade cybernetic٫ tech bullshit either. I’m talking real٫ invincible immortality. An actual God with the power to create and destroy whatever and whoever I want - 100% unstoppable.”

“Wow٫ who could have possibly guessed that the power hungry evil٫ emo٫ sci-fi Rick with a nondescript haircut would want something so nuanced and lame? If you’re immortal that kind of takes away from the pay off does it not? Not that doing anything honorably is a concern of yours of course.”

“So what do you think about giving your input on something for me?”

“Once again - why bother even asking if you’re just going to make me do it anyways?”

“I guess to give you the illusion of free will or just maybe I kind of like you - don’t get a big head about it though I would still kill you without a second thought if I ever needed to.” 

“Okay what exactly am I giving my input on?”

“I feel it may be best to just show you - meet me in the lab after you’ve finished your breakfast. Don’t keep me waiting long, it won’t end well for you.”

I rolled my eyes at his threatening tone as he got up from the table and left the room, I don’t know why I was so attracted to Prime the way I was - especially after what he did to my Rick, but I came to the ultimate conclusion that it was because him and my Rick were indeed so similar. The two Rickest Ricks in all of the infinite number of Rick’s that existed - the only two Rick’s to actually invent portal travel. In a way, my Rick only existed the way he did because of Prime’s destruction of his simple, domestic life. Prime was literally just my Rick without any sense of moral obligation and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that this fucker was bad and that I needed to distance myself - I simply couldn’t. I felt like my dna was so entangled up in having love for Rick that despite Prime’s obvious evil, I still loved him for simply just being a version of Rick. How fucked was that? Jesus fucking Christ - I needed out of here and soon before I really fucked up.

I finished my breakfast and headed out of the kitchen and into Prime’s elaborate sci-fi laboratory - this guy never did anything subtle that was for fucking sure and his attention to detail was absolutely infallible. He had something pulled up on the screen above where he was sitting and the closer I got, the more my eyes focused on the image. It was an image of me with a younger Rick, my Rick and Birdperson when we were together as freedom fighters on Glap-Flaps Third Moon. The Battle of Blood Ridge - this image was obviously a snapshot taken from my mind when Prime brain scanned me, but I didn’t really understand its significance to him. But, I’m sure he was going to tell me even if I didn’t exactly care to know.

“Blood Ridge?” I questioned, my arms crossed across my chest as I approached his sitting form and stood beside him to wait for his response.

“Seems like Nietzsche wasn’t totally blowing smoke out of his ass when he said that whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster -”

“And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back at you. What does Nietzsche have to do with Blood Ridge?” I cut him off by finishing the Friedrich Nietzsche quote he was referring to.

“Well I’m so glad you asked Aurora…” He started as he pulled up a replay of Rick and I’s interaction with Birdperson after the Battle had been won. I watched the playback intently, hoping to see something within my own memory that maybe I hadn’t noticed before in order to try to put together a theory of where exactly Prime was going with this. 

-Playback from ‘Aurora’s Memory’ initiated-

Memory Rick: “Damn that shit was cash.”

Bird Person: “It was extremely bad ass. The Battle of Blood Ridge is over. The Federation lost. I am in your debt.”

Memory Rick: “Come with us.”

Bird Person: “To somewhere…nearby?”

Memory Rick: “Anywhere. E-Everywhere.”

Bird Person: “Rick, Aurora, I don't expect you guys to keep fighting, but this war is…”

Aurora: “Far from over…we know.”

Memory Rick: “Dude, we share this with almost nobody, but we could take you right now to this same battlefield, in a universe where we lost, or another where we won, or another where the war never even happened. All equally real, all equally unreal. None of it matters.”

Bird Person: “Then why did you help?”

Memory Rick: “Because I respect you. And I wanted you to know you could respect me.”

Bird Person: “Even though nothing matters?”

Memory Rick: “Okay. You matter... to me.”

Bird Person: “Uh, the relationship that we have…”

Memory Rick: “I NEVER used that word!”

Bird Person: “... is not worth my integrity…”

Memory Rick: “Oh, my God. It's not a complicated transaction, my man. "Would you like to join me doing awesome shit that matters?" "No, I would not. I would rather be a judgmental dork." Case closed. Really no need to drag it out.”

Bird Person: “If you need me, use the beacon.”

Memory Rick: “Yeah, I'm gonna use that beacon a lot. I hope... hope I don't wear it out. Come on Aurora, lets get the fuck out of here.”

—- Playback Finalized —--

“Okay, so what exactly does my memory of Bird Person rejecting my Rick have anything to do with you?”

“Seems allegorical in relation to how Diane died don’t you think? His rejection of me, Bird Person’s rejection of him, you either die a hero or see yourself live long enough to become the villain.” 

“Are you trying to suggest to me that my Rick has essentially turned into you? I hope you’re not because that would be absolutely nonsensical.”

“You see Aurora, your Rick isn’t all he’s cracked up to be either. He’s murdered hundreds if not thousands of innocent Ricks, he’s manipulated a version of our adult daughter to get a divorce, he sells weapons to hit men and other criminals, he Cronenberged my original dimension and left my daughter, my granddaughter and my Jerry behind to rot in a world that he ruined, he exploited and threatened to destroy a microverse that he created to control his fucking car, and the worst possible one he trapped all the people in his original reality into an endless mental time loop while their bodies still grew old. Your Rick isn’t and never was the saint you believe him to be - so why hate me for something so small in the grand scheme of things?”

“You’re literally the reason why he did most of that. I don’t think my Rick is a saint, I think he’s a sad, broken man who is trying his best to continue on in his life after losing the very thing he used to live for. What makes my Rick so different from you is his capability to feel and connect to human emotion - his wild callousness is just a front so he doesn’t have to feel the pain his life radiates. He has surpassed you in so many ways, but he will NEVER be the monster you are because he is capable of changing. You know nothing about him and even sitting here under the guise that you do is ridiculous. You will never be him and he will NEVER be you.”

“You’d defend him even if he was the one who killed your husband wouldn’t you?”

“My husband died because you killed Diane - because you accidentally created X-258 where my husband was killed in a freak fucking accident. To even insinuate such an asinine thought is in bad taste even for you. If anything, you’d be indirectly responsible for the death of my husband, big fucking shocker there.” 

“How would your husband feel if he knew you gave up on him to be with Rick?”

“My husband has been gone for 25 years, Prime and I loved him dearly when he was alive, but Rick, my Rick, is the love of my life. I don’t have to explain ‘love’ to you especially because you are literally incapable of ever fucking getting it. Killing your wife across infinity because some alternate versions of yourself pissed you off? The mother of your daughter - you have some fucking nerve.”

I was angry now, my words slicing into Prime’s direction like a knife and he was clearly getting upset with my tone towards him. I don’t know exactly what his end goal with me was - he had my blood and tissue samples, he had my brain scans. Why not just let me go or kill me if he got what he had said he wanted? Then it hit me. Prime was in love with me. A man that I had labeled as so incapable of feeling had some sort of feelings for me - what a fucking mind fuck that was to take in. I had made myself speechless as I waited patiently for him to say something to either confirm or deny my theory, but he said nothing so I spoke once more.

“You love me, don’t you? You have feelings for me.”

His silence after I said that was deafening and he quickly stood up from his place in his chair to grab my face in his hands roughly and smash his lips to mine. I knew it. He kissed me so roughly that I barely even had time to react, but once I was finally able to comprehend what was happening, I deepened the kiss. I was actually enjoying this despite how fucking wrong my moral compass knew that it was. He pulled away from me gently, his blue eyes looking me dead in mine before he said in a very demanding, yet hot, tone;

“Strip for me.”

And I did exactly as I was told.

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 His hand bent around the curvature of my neck brushing it softly as he continued to walk around me٫ his other hand finding my breasts and taking a nipple into his free hand subtly. He rubbed the nub between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to eye me up and down with an obvious hunger in his eyes٫ his other hand snaking down my body slowly till it found rest on my hip gently pulling me to him as he did so. 

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered٫ his eyes glued to my chest as he spoke eloquently.

He was still fully clothed٫ but I was determined to change that - I reached forward and begun unzipping his jacket٫ him allowing it to fall to the floor as I pushed it off his shoulders. I found the hem of his long sleeve next٫ my hands creeping slowly underneath to touch his warm skin and my god his skin felt like I was touching pure electricity the more my fingers danced over his adorable blue happy trail to find a home on his belt buckle. I began undoing it roughly٫ pulling his belt through the loops in his jeans and throwing it elsewhere. I unbuttoned his jeans with my hands٫ quickly slipping my fingers under the waistband of his boxers where I longed to have his dick pressed up against any part of me.

I smirked up at him as I pulled him even closer to my naked body٫ his hands wrapping around me in all the right ways as I felt his extremely hard member pressing into one my thighs now. The length and the girth simply drove me insane as I continued to work diligently to undress him. He suddenly grabbed the back of my head with enough force to crash my lips to his٫ our lips melding together perfectly and I couldn’t help٫ but let out a small moan in favor of his wicked foreplay. The more he touched and teased me٫ the more I desperately wanted to beg him to just destroy me right there. I was so fucked. Fucking Prime. What was I doing? At this point I was too far gone to care - I wanted him and I wanted him BAD.

  I pushed his black jeans down past his jutted hip-bones٫ them falling down his tall stature to pool at his feet before he stepped out of them and led me back up against the wall. His fingers left my breasts٫ trailing down until they reached the very top of my mound - him allowing a single digit to pass between my folds to feel the abundance of wetness that I had increasing with each moment between my legs. 

“So wet for me already٫ such a horny girl for any Rick aren’t you?” He licked his lips as he pulled away from mine to speak٫ him looking me dead in the eyes as he said that - the lust obvious in his gorgeous icy blue eyes. 

“You have no idea how much I long for you to absolutely destroy me.” I whispered back٫ my fingers grappling the side of his boxers before pushing them off of him in one swift motion that now left him vulnerable and naked in front of me like I had been this entire time and ugh was it so worth the wait. 

Prime had so many scars littering his whole body٫ adding a sense of mystery and a hot toughness to his already sexy body. I felt guilty that I was about to do this٫ but he was still a Rick whether he was evil or not and holy fuck did his extreme callousness and his “I don’t give a single fuck” attitude turn me on even more. I was like putty in Prime’s hands right now and he was loving it. 

“I think I have a pretty good concept٫ but you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are. If I could٫ I would put you on display so that everyone could see me destroy a perfect little pussy like yours. Holy fuck.” 

“You want to fuck me in front of spectators?”

“I want them to revel in jealousy over how I get to be buried in a perfect little thing like you.”

“They should be jealous of me too٫ getting to be a good little cock sleeve for your perfect and massive cock. I love the way you feel pressed against my thigh right now٫ I almost can’t fucking take it.” I whispered in his ear٫ rolling my hips so that I brushed myself up against his rock hard penis - it almost jumping after me over the sudden sensation. 

“Mmm what a good girl٫ stroking daddy Prime’s ego. I think it's high time I reward you for such good and filthy behavior.” 

He grabbed me harshly by the hips and lifted me till I was straddling his waist with my back up against the wall as he placed himself at my entrance. He parted me gently with the head of his dick before slamming into me so aggressively that I cried out as I felt him ram into my cervix hard as he stroked my g-spot on the way there.

“Oh my god.” I panted٫ holding on to him with a death grip around his neck and my fingers tangling in his powder blue hair as he continued to thrust up into me skillfully. 

“That’s right darling٫ I am your god.” He said٫ his lips attacking my neck and jawline with an abundance of sloppy kisses - him using his teeth to mark me however he wanted. The sweet feeling of the slight pain driving me crazy as I held onto him tighter - slowly rocking my hips in tandem with his getting a small moan from him in return as I bounced on his cock dexterously.

“It’s like universe literally created you just for me٫ the way your pussy just grips the absolute fuck out of my dick. Fuuck Aurora٫ no fucking wonder why “wife guy” is so obsessed with you٫ you take dick like a fucking champ.” 

“It's not hard when Rick’s have such dynamite dick game - I’ve never ever been disappointed by a Rick sexually.” I purred٫ gripping tufts of his hair and pulling hard enough to hear him moan against my skin. 

“Is that so, mmm you were so worth the wait.”

“I want you to come in me so hard that you see fucking stars, baby.” I growled in his ear as he continued to fuck me hard up against the wall, one of arms on the side of me bracing himself and his other hand was wrapped around my neck holding me to the wall tightly. I hadn’t noticed before now, but his ‘6,5” frame had me up in the air so high, holy shit - I felt like I was practically floating off of the ground at this moment. Damn the sex was good. 

He soon moved his arm against the wall in order to place his long, lanky fingers on my clit, abusing the nub gently as he continued to go in and out of me. He was watching his dick as he pumped his hips, a smirk plastered on his handsome face as he was enjoying watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. I was moaning loudly now, thankful that we were basically in the middle of nowhere in space because I could have probably awoken a whole cemetery.

“That’s it baby, come for me.”

I could feel that he was close and my eyesight was starting to get blurry the faster his fingers worked to bring me closer to my own climax. 

“Oh my god - Prime - I’m - ahhhhhh Rick.” I moaned out as he pushed me over the edge, my pussy pulsating around his dick as he also released into me, burying his face into my shoulder as we rode out the highs of our climaxes together. Both of us sweaty messes as we tried diligently to try and catch our breaths from that  absolutely intense workout we had just finished.

Fuck. I seriously just fucked Rick Prime. Fuck. 

What had I done?

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[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: "What did [orcs] taste like?" {*distant sounds of tanoraqui going feral*}

I'm enjoying Chilchuck more in the manga because I notice him more, because he's less front-and-center talkative but in the background he's visibly thinking about things. I certainly noticed and enjoyed this moment in the anime, too, but it's a good example: Chilchuck is by far the best in this party at people, in terms of reading a room, understanding long-term group dynamics, and considering larger social questions like morality. His pattern recognition skills are obviously superb, and he applies them to dungeon navigation, trap- and monster-disarming, and social dynamics. He understands and gives practical advice on the relationships within a successful vs unsuccessful dungeon parties, and the skills of leaders thereof. He can often be seen eyeing the terrible new food consideringly before eating it. He's the one most often calling Laios out about No Eating Humanoids, including picking up on the fishmen eggs. When Laios complains that that's just based on a "feeling", Chilchuck does think about it - but still, when Marcille says of the dryads that maybe it doesn't matter if the plant is humanoid, Chilchuck says with concern, "Marcille..." He's the first to wonder how to make money from the dragon, but it's a practical concern, not greed. He's the only who realizes and convinces everyone that they have to turn back.

It all adds up to a guy who's never read a textbook of moral philosophy or the makings of a stable society in his life, but who could probably expound on them in layman's terms while drunk off his ass in a bar. He's responsible, including wanting to look out for his people, and very practical, and genuinely whip-smart. I'm not at ALL surprised to learn that he observed the systemic abuse of halffeet in the dungeon-delving trade and organized a union against it.

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Shuro: Just say the highlights, alright?

Laios: We killed the red dragon, got Falin out of its stomach and resurrected her, but then we ran into the Mad Mage ad were separated.

Shuro and Kabru:

...actually, it's interesting how surprised I am, and was when I watched this, to see how...Normal Human Interaction Laios is in this moment? Upon request, he handily gave an efficient summary of exactly the highlights that needed to be shared - both what the others needed/would want to know, and not what they didn't need to know, lest Marcille be arrested for dark magic. Is he more relaxed around his usual crew, and thus acts "weirder"? Is this just a very specific circumstance, ie, it's reasonable to think the whole party has been considering exactly how to describe their adventures to others?

Maybe more notably, he left out monster-eating, which is also a cultural taboo but one that he's shown no sign of respecting so far. One must ask, for a moment: wait, does he respect that it's taboo in polite company? It's true that Marcille and Chilchuck, who'd both dungeoned with him for [mumblemumbletime], didn't know until the start of the story - he's clearly only just started unleashing all this culinary glee, even if he probably did already share infinite useful monster(-killing) factoids. Or is he aware and respectful of the fact that Shuro's definitely of "highlights" definitely only includes What Happened To Falin? This, too, is a level of character insight rarely if ever seen in Laios before.

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Laios is like a deer in front of a lion... Yeah maybe I do want to watch Kabru flirt with him and Laios get completely flustered... Only if Laios turns it around by (later, after fleeing the initial scene) bluntly asking if Kabru wants to go on a date and/or have sex, and Kabru.exe stops functioning.

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One must ask, for a moment: wait, does [Laios] respect that [eating monsters is] taboo in polite company? -my considerations 10 seconds ago in in-canon time

nvm, he's back on his bullshit! :) <3

Which! Indicates that his summary WAS intentionally geared toward Shuro's known preference, with maybe a dash of responsible dungeoneer team leader-to-team leader "fyi the Mage IS around"!

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Ok now for the bit I'm particularly obsessed with...

Shown: man forcibly slamming down an impenetrable mental barrier called "Doing What I Must" in between Traumatic Memories & Moral Qualms and Words, Tone, Facial Expressions, Body Language & Anything Else Someone Else Could Sense:

Shown: Man with aforementioned barrier firmly in place [but still possibly seeing horrors on the backs of his eyelids]:

(Also shown: Man increasingly wishing that this is all some sort of elaborate hallucination brought on by sleep deprivation and stress:

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Then this!

Until proven otherwise, I'm pretty certain that this last panel is the exact moment Kabru's brain started bouncing like a yo-yo wrt Laios. Because!

Kabru invited himself into this conversation as part of his overall quest: to look for a decent King for the dungeon. [ABBA playing faintly in the background] He's officially given up "finding" rather than "becoming", but he hasn't 100% ruled it out as an option - the goal is to get one.

Imagine that Kabru's brain includes a little hexagon like the food matrix, but for necessary aspects of the new King of the Golden Kingdom. In order, Laios goes...

- up several notches in "Likely Ability to Kill Mad Mage" by having defeated the red dragon and met the Mage

- down probably 1 notch in Trustworthiness/Honesty(/Readability to Kabru Specifically, who is prepared to Manage a mediocre candidate if that's what it takes)

- plunges down in the meta-category of Will Prevent Another Utaya by plummeting like a Boeing in the technically-not-on-the-chart category of Triggers Kabru's Trauma by admitting - bragging! delightedly! - that he eats monsters. Kabru's trauma is centered around monsters eating people. What sort of horror is a person who eats monsters? (Yet, perhaps already starting to yo-yo: if monsters eating people is the ultimate evil, what is this reversal...?)

Then Kabru asks a few innocuous, friendly questions about this Absolute Horror, because that's what Kabru does: he lies through his teeth about his own opinions and discomfort in order to put others at ease and (thus) achieve his goals. Laios gives innocuous, friendly answers.

THEN: ORCS. This whole comic, we've had the debate about whether it's okay to eat humanoid monsters, with Laios begrudgingly agreeing to his party's refusal. And orcs aren't even humanoid monsters, they're full-on demihumans! Second cousins of tallmen!

Kabru actually has to take a moment to process this new depth of depravity which he swiftly assumes Laios has sunk to. I imagine WWII air raid sirens are going off in his brain. Laios is But then he leaps this horrific chasm, too, itchy though his knife hand may be - interestingly, his face isn't shown in the comic, but in the show, Kabru retains the exact same friendly, eagerly interested tone of voice when he asks, "What did they taste like?"

- (Sidenote: truly, in all of this, I'm most obsessed with Kabru's ability, willingness and determination to seemingly-blithely hopskotch and/or outright running-jump over any moral qualm for long enough to get the other guy to dig their own grave and/or let down their guard. Who even are you under your infinitely shifting mask, sir. Do you even know? Because I think some of what we've seen that's more "real" is part of the mask you wear to be the Hero Who Will Be King.)

And Laios realizes what he'd implied and says, alarmed at the misunderstanding (though it's not clear if that's for moral reasons or social awkwardness) but still smiling with excited pride, "No no!! We didn't eat them! Due to circumstances, we're currently working with them!"

With them! Laios is yoinked out of, if not the depths, then at least the utmost depths - while also snapping unexpectedly upward in Alliance-Building (pref. Interspecies, Local-Centric). Laios had already rated a 2, maybe 3/5 for his party makeup, but given his known lack of people skills, I can't imagine Kabru expected him to go any higher than that - and with orcs! Orcs who are maligned by everyone else; for whom the Island Lord regular offers a bounty!

Now, this IS predicated on the assumption that Kabru considers orcs a people who should be treated with like a legitimate, well, people, rather than killed like vermin. But I think I'm on solid ground, considering a) Kuro the kobold being a (mostly) respected member of his party and their secret late-night study-friendship; b) Kabru's harshly learned skepticism of the stories Elves tell about themselves and other races, which is where we've seen the heart of anti-orc sentiment; and c) Kabru thinks the Island Lord is a moron.

Mind you, I think the yo-yo-ing is relatively subconscious at this point, and won't start reaching an audible fever pitch until Kabru learns about the black magic in, oh, another 5 minutes or so.

...but I really need to go to bed, so I'll see what overanalysis I make of that tomorrow!

[theastrical]

How do genshin men propose to you?

Genshin men and their ways of proposing to you.

kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli x reader

Kaeya’s idea of the proposal

Kaeya didn’t think much when he thought of the idea of a proposal, he loved the idea and has prepared himself for the exact moment. Having the pride to be your boyfriend and soon to be (he hopes) fiancé makes him confident.

He proposed to you in the tavern; diluc’s tavern. He pretend to be drunk as hell, he even put some makeup over his face just incase you know what’s going on, yes, he likes to make it extra. At first, he would ask you if you can help him walk home, he would look lousy and exhausted, seemingly to buy your trust. Then he would pretend to drop unconscious, he also make sure the ring fall to the ground so when you’re distracted by the ring, he already prepared himself on his knees. Your ring is made by his own hands, he learned how to make it at one random day with crepus. The ring has a carve of your initial and his, the sapphire is carved into your favourite flower. And his? It’s basically carved into the leaves, the leaves that grow before the blooming flowers.

so when you turn yourself to his eyes…he take the ring to his fingers and kneels. ”you know, i would really love to wake up beside you every morning and have a ring on my finger that represent your existence within me, so [name], would you be my one and only?”

Diluc’s idea of the proposal

Diluc’s idea are fancy, something hard to remake by others. his money is basically unlimited, so he decided to rent a fine-dining restaurant without you knowing he has reserved the whole place for you. you told him that maybe luck was in your side, because the restaurant is all quiet, nobody is there, just you both; not having the hint that he does everything to this extent just to make you his.

It’s a classy ol’ fine dining that you expected, candles and fresh flowers everywhere, yet the menus are basically made for this event only, it’s arranged into a riddle and if it were to be cleared, the words will become a sentence of “would you be mine?”. The head chef made the food based on the themes of your every date with him and it made you teared up. Until the dessert, which is the end, the chef happened to make a chocolate that you can break with a small hammer. Then there’s the ring, the proposal ring that he has been preparing for you. When you found out, you immediately look at him, his other ring which completes yours already in his finger.

“for every seconds, hours, days or months, never have i regretted meeting you. Atlas, i would like for us to be one, so, would you be mine?”

Childe’s idea of the proposal

A week before the proposal, he cleared out his task, wanting to take a whole week off to arrange his proposal for you. it earned him quite the reward from the Tsaritsa, though his body barely function after the last task he’d done, at the end of the day, he’s admitted to the hospital, he resist it at first, but knowing that it’ll make you mad if he’s resisting, then he’ll stay.

Therefore, he thought about making his proposal in the hospital, he doesn’t want anyone to take you away from him after all. So he quietly asked one of his comrade to make one and only handmade ring that they could commission from the best iron maker in teyvat, the side gifts are more special, an eternal flower in a glass (referenced by beauty and the beast rose). He proposed to you by making a…dramatic play. When you visited him when he (presumably) sleeps, he would cough..you panicked of course, thinking that he might choke on pills and such, he closed his mouth, hiding the ring on his palm also acting as if it’s a rough cough, then when he open his palm and sits down, he gives out the look of the ring..that beautiful ring.

“i don’t wanna die alone, so…bare with me and marry me?”, he chuckles and kiss your cheeks before presenting you.

Zhongli’s idea of the proposal

He wanted to move on from his past, he wanted to finally say i love you; though he’s afraid, what if he repeats another mistake? Hence he doesn’t proposed officially, he tried to know you better, making sure that you live off the best life with him, he tried to reassure himself that even if you can be immortal just like him, at least he had made several chapters of your life meaningful.

At the first day, he takes you to a restaurant, telling you to order your favorite, and you shared with him. You told him what you like about it, what makes it special and the next day he recreated for you, inviting you to his house and serves it. You’re happy and that makes him..charmed. The other days, he observes your shopping pattern, you would buy discounted clothes and good deals for groceries, you would always say no to his request of being paid or having to be helped with the bags. Those are also what he observes. It seems that you need somebody that can help you with your burdens in life, cheering for your every moment, or appreciate your action. well it’s not like he doesn’t know you, you’ve been with him since 3 years ago and now you guys basically know each other head to toe, it’s just that..the longer it gets, the harder for you guys to appreciate the small things. Then, at the day of the proposal, he ordered your favorite food and take you out to a date, a humble date. He helped you with every single thing, he didn’t bother to answer your no(s) cause he knows you want to…at the end of the day, he tied your shoelaces and told you to wait for a moment since he also need to tie his..at that moment, he take off his ring from his pocket and present it to you.

“The time i spent while having you beside me was the slowest seconds i’ve ever had in my life, that in fact, make me want to cherish for whatever phase of life the world gave me..and in that phase, i would like to have you beside me. Forever. So would you mind, giving me the chance to court you?”

taglist: @dailypenpen , @daydreaming-paradies

[khrysomallos]

a part two to my possessive vs. protective bokuto that took me absolute ages because i can see bokuto handling that situation in so many ways???

anyways here’s part two to that specific scenario

bokuto makes his way down the few stairs the private table had been up on and enters the crowd of drunk, dancing people. he adjusts his pushed up sleeves, which emphasize his large arms.

he keeps his eyes on the interaction. watching as you turned back to the man, staring at him as if the man wasn’t a foot and a half taller than you, and beginning to say something.

bokuto knew from your body language, from the facial expressions you were making that the man was getting an earful. he continued his walk over, the sea of people parting for him. he never needs to weave in and out of crowds. his broad, muscled shoulders and the aura surrounding himself makes people part a path for him.

the confidence he carries himself with speaks loud enough.

bokuto is a smart man. he knows there’s so many ways he could play this. he knows he could walk up and cause a scene, cause a fight, maybe throw a few punches, but he also knows that would upset you. regardless of how much the man was irritating you.

bokuto is a smart man. he still believes you’re capable no matter the situation, and hopes to support you in any way.

as he comes up to the bar, he begins to hear you. “you need to learn when to take the loss and move on,” you began.

the man interrupted you, “it’s not a loss babe, you’re still here talking to me.” the man smirked as he leaned on the bar.

“you’re literally cornering me into the bar, i can’t get by!”

“looks like you’ll have to-“

bokuto slowed his walk and put on his best ‘this is my partner and your bothering them and i will fuck you up if you don’t leave’ smile on. “is everything okay? do you need any help carrying the drinks baby?” he looked between you and the man.

you whirled your head around to look at bokuto who stood there, hand casually in his pocket. the man looked between you and bokuto as well and smirked. the man himself was about half a foot taller than bokuto but this didn’t deter your boyfriend as he stuck out his hand and introduced himself. “the names bokuto.”

instead of shaking his hand, the man reached around and placed his arm around your waist. “listen, bokuto, me and this pretty thing here were just about to head out actually.”

your face dropped, “like hell we were!”

bokuto tipped his head to the side and eyed the man’s arm. his eyebrows slowly rose as his hand dropped back to his pocket. with a deadly calm that was so not bokuto, he spoke low and slow as he took one single step closer to the man. “i suggest if you want to keep working function of your hand, to take your hands off my partner.”

it didn’t matter that the man was taller, bokuto was built larger and broader. his years of intense professional training clear in this situation. every way he held himself screamed deadly.

the man’s smirk faltered as he looked eye to eye at bokuto’s dead stare and you took that as a chance to shove his arm off, and grabbed the drinks you had been waiting for.

as you turned around, bokuto’s soft smile returned to his face as he spoke to you. “let me grab that for you, kenma’s waiting for you back at the table. i got the drinks, yeah?” you nodded as you touched his arm and spoke a quiet thank you.

bokuto’s eyes followed you your entire way back to the table. as you sat down beside kenma, bokuto’s eyes flickered to kuroo who gave him a quick nod, confirming you were safe and you were okay.

bokuto was much smarter than people gave him credit for. he looked back to the man. “i don’t want to see you near my partner or any of my friends again. understood?”

the man put his hands up in a defeating gesture. “listen man-“

“if i ever see your face again, i will be the last thing you see. are we clear?”

the man gulped and nodded.

“good.”

the man turned and immediately went to his own friend group to usher them out. bokuto carried the drinks back to the table, placing that sweet goofy smile back on his face as he placed a quick kiss to your forehead before delivering the drinks.

bokuto would never step on your toes for something you could handle. but bokuto would also go to the moon for you if you asked.

thank you @lotionlamp for really getting me thinking on this!!!!

[bcolfanfic]

hi hi! I would love to hear all the angst that happens during the time period where Bucky is drinking again and the build up to the intervention. Did Bucky struggle with drinking before this? How does he act when he’s drunk? How does buck react if Bucky tries to initiate anything intimate when he is drunk(if he ever does) does Bucky ever resort to other substances to cope? Does Gale feel ‘angry’ with Bucky for drinking to cope instead of coming to him for help, if so how does he deal with those em? Does he lash out or go self deprecating? Thank was a lot sorry! But I would love to hear your thoughts on literally any of these things or whatever you have thought about this time period so no pressure at all ofc!! I just absolutely love this au it’s so special to me 🫶🏻

lmao re: other substances i have a 'in my head wip' thing about *gale* having a bit of a pill problem. and rachel and i gave kenny that issue too once. poor boys </3 but re: bucky in my head he just sticks to alcohol. i think he has some issues with paranoia re: his ptsd and that something like taking pills or other drugs is just too shrouded in what ifs that drinking alcohol from the store isn't y'know?

timeline wise i think he was always *susceptible* to having a drinking problem but knew that to the extent that he kinda harm reductioned himself? drank quite often, got *drunk*, but esp being with gale was pretty good about having limits and sticking to them. which becomes shakier post-suicide attempt when he's picking up the pieces from a months long mental breakdown. starts to feel like it's all less scary to deal with if he's more "loosened up"- which is what starts the more for-emotional-comfort drinking ie: keeping a flask on him or around him almost 24/7.

my experience with alcoholism comes from someone i know really well- and the thing with them was that outside of like nighttime party drinking they could be drinking heavily during the day and about 75% of the time you wouldn't be able to tell if you didn't know them. when it's a habit like that you learn how to Function to hide the problem which i think bucky is pretty good at at least to begin with. plus he's always been more of a loose canon personality sober too, so to put it bluntly just ~being a little weird~ isn't necessarily a red flag.

but gale *does* know him, better than anyone so he does pick up on it eventually. which is hard at first because he *wants* to be wrong so so badly that he tries to brute force convince him he is. and then he finds a flask that john had hidden somewhere and the lying to himself about this being a capital p Problem gets a whole lot harder </3 doesn't even know how to bring it up because even though this is obviously /bad/ john is doing miles better than he was before his attempt. less nighttime episodes, less depression fatigue, seems a lot happier generally speaking. which gives gale so many conflicting feelings because it's different than the alcohol issues his dad had but. still issues. but not as bad so maybe its fine right? right?

i had a 'in my head wip' thing a while ago about john going out with some local buddies and getting a little 'lost along the way' getting back. ends up calling gale slurring his words begging to be picked up, which gale of course does but. poor john is a mess. needs quite a bit of help to get in the house, gets sick and now he *is* starting to remind gale of his dad which makes him itch so bad.

is so apologetic too when gale is helping him clean up and get into different clothes so he can sleep- and i think that's the only situation he'd really try to initiate something when drunk under. just feels so vulnerable and guilty and wants gale to kiss it better </3 kills gale to see him upset too when he has to reject him but just kinda. squeezes the back of his neck tells him not now and keeps chugging on getting him into bed so he can sleep.

coping wise i think gale goes right into self-deprecating mode. gets a bit angry during the whole debacle when they're in new york and john gets into that fight with croz and brady, because all their friends now know what's going on and he's embarrassed. but otherwise is real internal about it all. feels like he failed at Fixing him like he was supposed to and that they're never going to be truly settled/there's always going to be Something. which is also hard itself because he's so used to their life just being. like that. that he gets somewhat resigned too. even when curt is trying to push him on the intervention thing after the new york incident he has to pull teeth a little to get him on board because gale is just well. well it might not work /: it's fine i can handle him, i always have /:

couples therapy. couples therapy for everyone lmao but in all seriousness i do think this pushes them there once john is actually one foot in front of the other on the sobriety road. something they probably should've done after john's attempt to begin with it but they were a little in lalaland re: if john is okay gale will be okay and then we're both okay (: thinking.

[justanotherrpmeme]

Hangover starters

"Ugh, my head is pounding. I shouldn't have had that last drink."

"I feel like a train wreck. How are we going to survive today?"

"Why did we think it was a good idea to drink so much last night?"

"I can barely remember anything. My liver is definitely not happy with me."

"I need a gallon of coffee to survive this day."

"Coffee won't be enough. We need a miracle cure for this hangover."

"I can't believe we have to be functional human beings today."

"We're in for a rough ride. Maybe we can blame it on bad sushi or something."

"I can't even look at food right now. The thought of it makes me nauseous."

"I never want to see another drink or greasy food for the rest of my life."

"Do you remember anything we did last night?"

"I hope we didn't embarrass ourselves too much."

"I swear, I'm never drinking again."

"We need some serious self-control."

"Is it possible to die from a hangover?"

"Let's just survive the day and promise ourselves we'll never do this again."

"I can't believe we have responsibilities today. I just want to crawl back into bed."

"We should have stuck to our 'one drink' rule."

"We never learn. Now we're paying the price."

"I feel like I've aged 10 years overnight."

"Do you think anyone can smell the alcohol on us?"

"I can't believe we thought shots were a good idea."

[text]: Ugh, my head is killing me. Did we really have that many shots last night?

[text]: Can we declare today a national holiday for hungover people? I need to recover ASAP.

[text]: I feel like a zombie right now. Any chance you can bring me some coffee and a big plate of greasy food?

[text]: Remember when we thought that last round of tequila shots was a good idea? My liver definitely regrets it.

[text]: I'm pretty sure I'm still drunk. How did we even end up at that karaoke bar?

[text]: Is it too early to start counting down the hours until it's acceptable to take a nap?

[text]: I just saw a picture from last night. Who let us dance on the tables?

[text]: I'm convinced that hangovers were invented to punish us for having fun.

[text]: The sound of a doorbell right now feels like an explosion in my head. Please be quiet!

[text]: I'm contemplating crawling to the fridge, but I'm not sure I have the energy. Send help!

[text]: Water, Advil, and a dark room are the holy trinity of hangover remedies. I'm practicing all three right now.

[text]: If I could choose any superpower right now, it would be the ability to rewind time and undo last night's mistakes.

[text]: My dignity is still recovering.

[text]: Can we make a pact never to touch alcohol again? At least until the next weekend.

[text]: I've never appreciated a good slice of pizza more than I do in this very moment. It's the ultimate hangover cure.

[text]: The sunlight is my sworn enemy right now. It's like a thousand daggers piercing through my eyelids.

[strqyr]

qrow's drinking wasn't exactly news. he was introduced drinking in a bar, and when he arrived at beacon he wasted no time pulling out his flask in ozpin's office; "he's always drunk." is something glynda could say without hesitation.

but when qrow is spending time with yang and ruby, playing video games with them and what not, he doesn't drink. not once does it even look like he's about to pull out his flask, just to stop midway or put it back again.

and it's not like qrow tries to hide it or that ruby and yang don't know. ruby's reaction to qrow arriving to The House™ in mistral all happy drunk tells it all: "qrow, did you get drunk again?" but it still has this air of... it's not the norm, ya know? qrow drinking isn't that surprising, but getting drunk even to this extent isn't that usual; even if he's drunk, he's still functional, and with the way he doesn't drink while spending time with his nieces in a scenario that is the most like it would have been in their childhood, it gives this feeling that qrow did his damnest to keep his drinking away from the home life on patch—barring celebrations, maybe.

another thing that supports this is what yang says when they find qrow passed out in argus: "i've never seen him this bad." qrow being happy drunk? that's familiar. him being depressive drunk (to the point of passing out)? nope, never seen that before. so either qrow managed to keep himself together after summer's disappearance that it never got that bad and only broke down completely when the rug he had dedicated his life for in hopes of doing something good in the world in spite of his semblance was pulled out from under his feet, or he managed to keep it behind closed doors, away from ruby's and yang's eyes.

the stains on qrow's team photo tells me it's probably the latter, and i think that's something he shares in common with tai. after summer's disappearance, both of them were at the breaking point—they could have self-destructed—but they managed to keep themselves together for ruby's and yang's sake. the cracks are still there—qrow was still drinking, tai shut down his emotions and refused to talk about anything that could threaten to open that dam—but they kept it together, and if they ever had bad days or moments, they kept it behind closed doors.

but it's clear that they never got help for their problems. never dealt with them, it was just surviving with the baggage weighing them down. and all it takes is that one final nail in the coffin for the cracks to spread and bring the whole dam down.

for qrow it was learning the truth about salem, that ozpin didn't actually have a plan.

for tai... summer being alive and in a state where she could have returned but didn't would probably do the trick.

[tokiwarcube]

Genuinely curious!

As unbiased as you can be, which band members do you think have the most boyfriend/husband potential? Like ranked? Maybe with quick, easy reasons as to why you think so? Just something really quick for the flight!

Like I said, I'm just curious where you stand on this since you're my favorite metalocalypse writer atm!

ME? A FAVORITE? You're so sweet, thank you so much!!! <3 Rankings + reasonings below the cut <3

1.) Nathan

Besides Toki, Nathan is the only one who has really shown a desire to get married — and not just with Abigail! It’s been more subtle (e.g. within bonus content for DVDs), but Nathan does think about marriage and long-term relationships quite a bit, even when he isn’t actively dating. I think he’s also had the most normal home life, and while he might not necessarily want a white picket fence and golden retriever, he does have a good idea of what marriage looks like for him. Does he have issues with communication? Yes, of course he does. And that can certainly yield some issues, especially when you’re in a more sensitive state where a bit of tenderness is needed. But he does also show a drive to improve, and when he really cares about someone, it’s clear that he’s capable of shoving down his embarrassment a bit to help.

2.) Pickles

Pickles is complex. He didn’t grow up with a good view on marriage — Not just because of how much he hates his parents, either; even as a young child, he could see just how loveless Molly and Calverts’ marriage was — but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t consider it someday. But honestly, he’s so out of practice in the dating scene. Most of the relationships in his youth were quick flings, and since getting famous with S&B (and later Dethklok,) he hasn’t really had to put in effort for… anyone. You can get into a relationship with him pretty decently, sure, but that doesn’t mean he’s a picture perfect partner once you’re with him. There’s hardly a time of day where he isn’t drunk, high, or both — and sure, he can usually function pretty well under the influence, but it’s definitely something to be aware of. And there's also days where he cannot stand to be coherant in any capacity, and it's very... well, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't heartbreaking. Sometimes he's sad. Sometimes he's angry at the world. Sometimes he's just loopy. You're never quite sure what you'll get when he hits that point, but it's never pretty. His parents also continuously yield issues — even after telling Molly to fuck off, they still unfortunately exercise a presence in his life (both through physical means and through unresolved memories) that can lead to some touchy moments. And he’s the best communicator out of the boys, but again, he hasn’t done the whole “relationship” thing in a very, very long time. Re-learning how to communicate in that sense is a bit of a challenge! He gets there eventually, but it takes some patience. He’s a very sweet lover once he settles in, and he’s the definition of a ride-or-die.

3.) Toki

I think pre-season 2 Toki and post-season 2 Toki are two very, very different people (Nevermind pre and post Requiem/Doomstar), and I think timing does play a very important role in his dateability. Death has always been ever-present in his life, a dark curse woven into the very fabric of his being… but his father’s death affected him in a way that he’s never quite been able to heal from. And the unfortunate thing is, is that he doesn’t really connect his current struggles with the trauma of what’s happened. He never fully worked through his childhood trauma, and he hasn’t even touched the present. And so he’s also prone to flipping between an almost suffocating attachment and this very tumultuous, yet yearning, detachment. He struggles to communicate what he wants. He desperately wants a long-term relationship, has always idealized the idea of marriage and kids, but communication is… hard. And there’s a lot of times where he just expects problems — financial, emotional, or otherwise — to just be fixed. Or, he just pretends they don’t exist. He’ll slather this facade of sunshine and rainbows onto the world — everything is fine, even when the falling snow sends him on a week-long binge of daydrinking. Can he recover? Yes, absolutely. But it’s a long road that requires a good mix of patience and firmness. But don’t take this as only negatives — when he loves, he loves unconditionally. He’s the easiest person to get into a relationship with, because he’s just so genuine with you. He’s not thinking about the embarrassment of vulnerability, or his own flaws — he just knows he loves you, and he wants you to know that too. And it’s very endearing! Once he’s committed, which frankly comes very quickly, he’ll go to the ends of the Earth to make you happy. And despite his lavish lifestyle, he has a very deep love for the little domestic things.

4.) Skwisgaar

The whole idea of marriage leaves a very sour taste in his mouth — with how he was raised, how could it not? Getting him to date in the first place, even for a month, is a Herculean feat. He’s used to filling his life with meaningless — fun, but still meaningless — sex. And when he isn’t fucking, he’s busy building thicker callouses, practicing until he can’t anymore. He doesn’t need love, he tells himself. It doesn’t exist. Nothing but a fantasy that normal jackoffs subscribe to to make their meaningless lives feel a little less dull. He’s a good friend, but getting him to even admit that he has feelings for you other than lust is a difficult task, no matter how strong those feelings are. Marriage is a whole separate beast. I think once he’s in a relationship, and he’s started to accept the breadth of his feelings for you, he can be a very good lover. We’ve seen he has very sweet and genuine moments with the boys, and it’s not like he doesn’t care. He listens, he’s thoughtful, he’s funny and sweet. He’s got a good heart on him. But marriage? He might come around to it someday, but it’s a pretty firm “might.”

5.) Murderface

William has entrenched himself in a very, very deep pit of self-loathing. He’s like a rabid dog, fearful, lashing out at the helping hands who want to help him out of that pit. He wants to be free so fucking bad, but he’s afraid. Terrified, even. He’s prone to saying very hurtful things he doesn’t mean — both to get a reaction, and to keep his inner self safe. It’s very self-sabotaging. And he flips very rapidly between this false haughtiness and genuine self-flagellation that honestly, it’s hard not to be pushed away by. Which on some level, is the intended effect, even if he doesn’t consciously acknowledge it. He wants to love and be loved, he just doesn’t know how to do that without being vulnerable. You have to be very patient and observant to date him, nevermind marry him. But do know that when he loves, he does genuinely love unconditionally. He’d do anything to keep you out of harm’s way, even if it causes him inconvenience or harm. You don’t even have to be dating for that level of self-sacrifice, really. But getting him to open up at all is a very, very hard process.

[transingthoseformers]

So, I once said that Too Sweet by Hozier would be a PERFECT song from Mirage and Noah and their dynamic, and I have scaled TikTok and found something that would potentially be in Mirage's POV if he was singing this song, I modified it a little but bear with me while I pick it apart: "My friends like say that I'm an early bird, I'm up at seven with my vision blurred" So boom, first line. I once talked about Mirage not being able to dream, but instead plays memory files. However, he can't willingly choose which files play - and majority, it's bad ones. So, his "vision being blurred" could say how it takes longer for him to refocus his vision after being put in a memory of being in the middle of a war. Also, people saying Mirage is such an early bird because of how he gets up from recharging just as the sun is rising, when in reality, Mirage's battery is on 87% at best T0T

"Why care what hour I'm awake? Baby, your mistake: You keep saying that I'm living right, just 'cause I sleep before the daylight." Now, this line would probably be a little directed towards Noah. I can imagine Noah or his Ma saying how Mirage must be going to bed at earlier times, hell maybe Noah's mom telling Noah that he "could learn a thing or two from Mirage" and Mirage just awkwardly laughing like he didn't start recharging until 3 in the morning.

"But I'm awake at every sunrise. I taught myself how to pretend." It's in his name. Mirage, which means an illusion or something not real. And this could go with Mirage who used to be a spy, being taught and teaching himself how to pretend to get a mission done. Or in this case, so people don't see how actually dysfunctional and bitter the real Mirage is.

"But again and again: Dude, I seem wake up, dark as a lake. My wires just dangling, my mind in a haze." This brings into my HC that Mirage dissociates as a coping mechanism. Whether that be from memories or from himself, thus how his mind feels like it's "in a haze" or some kind of fog.

"I'm not drunk of life, babe. I just hide in the taste." THIS. Mirage literally admitting he doesn't enjoy life one bit, but sees it as an end-all, be-all. He could care less about his own life, but won't actively try to take it. Mirage is most likely always lectured by Optimus about how he doesn't cherish or take care of his life, and at one point, Mirage just outwardly said "I don't give a shit about my life." but managed to play it off later as a way to get under Prime's skin, and definitely not because he genuinely wouldn't care if he died the next day.

"But while in this world; I just can't take my whiskey neat, or my coffee black in my bed at three. I need something sweet; I need something sweet." This is the other side of the coin of Noah's bitter-drink addiction. How he literally needs his coffee in the morning, or he cannot function, it's the same with Mirage. He needs something sweet, needs something to distract from the bitter taste in his mouth every time he gets another memory file of how he put another autobot offline, ripped another person from their family just to get a mission done and distract himself from the fact he wasn't even in the ballpark of a good person BEFORE that. Maybe that's why he made such a great spy, he was already used to worming people's secrets out with ease.

"But you take your whiskey neat. Sipping black coffee while you fix a tv, and I've got places to be. Acting like I'm just so sweet." This is also in reference to Noah, how he's more dysfunctional and more "bitter" while other people and bots don't notice it from Mirage. Notice how sometimes his jokes land a bit different, fuller in malice when he's in a bad mood, how his tone grows dark when Cybertron is mentioned, how once Noah saw Mirage fully awake at 4 o'clock in the morning when he was supposed to be recharging, the dry sarcasm when he gets comfortable with Noah during late nights in the garage. Everyone expects Mirage to act a certain way but sometimes that's all it is; a mirage. And Mirage could stop at any time, but acting is something that he's used to. It's his comfort zone, and stepping out of it, that would be more vulnerable than anything he's ever known.

Exactlyyyy, they've got such a dynamic and the song is a good song (even though I don't know too much about Hozier, only two songs)

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

It's finals week here, and I'm craving the angst if you don't mind.

Maybe what's going on with disabled!reader? Or batmom!reader? (The only angsty ones I can remember off the top of my head)

"Y/N? Where are you going?"

It was Christmas morning and you were carefully packing a few boxes of snack cakes into your knapsack with ribbons and bows on them. "I'm gonna drop some snacks off to my mom," you answer, "I won't be gone long."

Bruce nodded, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. He didn't know- no. He did know you were going to see Jason too. To drop a notebook on his headstone. Your half of the conversation. Part of you still hoping against hope he'd pick it up and answer you. "Will you be back for lunch?" Even if you weren't, he'd have Alfred set a place and then save you a plate.

"I should be," you answer carefully.

"Visiting hours aren't for-"

"It's a long walk," you shrug. "And I wanted to drop off a couple presents alongthe way."

"I'd be happy to drive-"

"It's alright," you sigh. "Thank you but... I don't want to be around people yet today."

Bruce nodded and held out the travel mug of coffee he hadn't drunk out of yet, "Fair enough. Text someone if you don't want to walk back."

You take the mug with a little nod of thanks and exhale slowly. "Merry Christmas, Bruce."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

And when he watched you slip out the door, his chest hurt. He wasn't sure what was worse. The stupor you'd been in or watching you try and function when you felt like you were dead and they forgot to tell you.

_____________

You slipped into the visiting room, the boxes of snack cakes in your arms. Following a nurse who was wearing reindeer antlers and a silver feather boa. No matter how well the staff cleaned, there was still a faint smell of mildew.

But today it was overlaid with cinnamon and some kind of savory thing. Lasagna? You wondered if staff chose the Christmas dinner or if the patients did.

"Y/N," the nurse said, "She won't remember but-" "No one deserves to spend Christmas alone," you sigh. "And I figured she was probably running low on snacks."

"She does love her snowballs," the nurse said, watching you cross the floor. Wet boots squeaking on the linoleum. And she shook her head. After 20 years, she'd learned nothing could break your heart like kids who were still holding out hope.

"Hey Nissa," you say, "Merry Christmas."

"Who the fuck are you?" she demanded, squinting at you like you looked familiar but she couldn't quite place you.

"Just... Just a friend," you explain. You'd already learned that saying you were her daughter tended to make her angry. Because in her mind, she didn't have one. Not yet... and when you were feeling particularly petty, you wondered how it was any different than before.

"You got any party favors?" she asked, "This fucking after party is ass."

"Just sold out," you shrug, "Sorry."

"Fuck," she huffed, looking around, "You get hold of any-"

"You got it," you tell her, turning to walk away.

"Hey!" Nissa called, jerking he head at you when you turn. "What's your name?"

"Y/N," you answer, smiling a little.

"I hate that name," she chuckled.

And all you can do is shrug and walk away. There was probably something in there to unpack. But. It could wait until you were laying on the floor of your bathroom with a bottle from the liquor cabinet.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

and he was maroon || George Weasley

Title: and he was maroon Pairing: George x Reader, Reader x Unnamed Male Summary: sometimes it’s the simplest things that take us back in time Warnings: mentions of alcohol/the drinking of alcohol. Also George is kind of an asshole but he’s young and lets be real he was probably a bit of a douchebag in his youth. A/N: welcome to the 2nd installment of midnights: an anthology! A little bit of a different take on the relationship between George and the reader. Tagging some of my mooties: @jenniweaslee @darthwheezely @lycanlupins @wandsandwheezes @pineapplesandpinas

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It doesn’t happen very often. 

There’s really only one, maybe two days a year. Usually in the summertime, when the sunset is uninhibited by clouds and Y/N can sit on the back deck, letting the slight breeze send goosebumps across her arms as she watches the sky change colors. As those beautiful light pinks and oranges sink into a deep maroon, it’s only then does she think about him. 

George Weasley. 

There’s just something about that color, about the way it paints across the sky, that brings the distant memories of him back to the forefront of her mind. She’d been young when they met, only out of Beauxbatons a few years and back living in England for the first time since she was a little girl. 

Her new roommate had introduced her to her former Hogwarts classmates, and it was at some social function or another that she’d met him. 

-

“Weasley!” Someone shouts as the door swings open, a chorus of loud cheers following suit. 

Y/N has no idea what a Weasley is, but she yells along anyway, whatever is in her cup making her drunk enough not to care about much. She’s been living in London for three months and is finally settling in. Her roommate has done a wonderful job of introducing her to a wide network of people and she’s starting to finally feel like they’re her people too. 

It doesn’t take long for her to learn what exactly a Weasley is. In the next moment the crowd parts and two identical men come through, drinks already in their hands as they greet everyone they pass. 

Y/N is immediately enchanted, and she can feel her cheeks redden as the boys land at the group of people she’s standing with. It’s striking how similar the two are in looks and in spite of this fact she finds herself drawn to the one on the left. There’s just something about him, about the way his hair has started to stick to the back of his neck from the heat of the room, the gleam in his eye and the easy grin on his face. 

She’s too busy admiring him to notice that her attention has been returned, and the ginger man is stepping out from under the arm his brother has slung around his shoulders so he can come closer. It’s not until he’s right there, stepping into her personal space that she notices his presence and Y/N can feel her heart beating out of her chest. 

“I don’t believe we’ve met before,” he starts, giving Y/N a bow. “George Weasley, and you?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” she responds with a giggle, giving him some semblance of a curtsy. “Pleasure to meet you.”

George grins then, stepping even more into Y/N’s space. “Oh darling, the pleasure is all mine.”

-

It didn’t take long for her to fall head over heels for George. In the moment it felt like fate, like the world must have destined them to be together. It seemed to happen so quickly, so easily - how could it not be meant to be?

-

“You should have seen the look on her face! That miserable witch had no idea what hit her as Fred and I rode off on our brooms.”

Y/N falls into a fit of laughter as George regails her with another story of the things he and his brother used to get up to in their Hogwarts days. She’s on the last dregs of her second glass of wine, feeling warm and bubbly from some mixture of alcohol and her company. 

Being around George is intoxicating, just his presence in a room has her drunk with happiness. She’s never felt like this before, and Y/N never wants it to end. The few boys she’d dated at Beauxbatons were nothing like George. They were boys she’d known most of her life, so there was never anything new or exciting to discover about them. It’s hard to be enthralled hearing about how your boyfriend fell off his broom and broke his arm during a Quidditch game when you were there at the game yourself. 

But with George, everything is new and exciting. Y/N’s never even been to Hogwarts, so she hangs off every word that falls from George’s mouth as he details the school and his adventures there. Sometimes she wished she could just bottle up the feeling she gets when he talks, wanting to save it for later. 

“Are you even listening to me anymore,” George teases. They’re sitting across from each other on the floor in her apartment, and he gets up on his hands and knees starting to slowly crawl towards her. 

“Mhm, yeah, totally,” Y/N grins, stifling a giggle in the back of her throat. 

“Oh yeah?” George goads as he creeps closer, a grin on his face. “Then what was I just saying?”

Y/N bites her lip as he gets closer and closer, anticipation tickling the bottoms of her feet as it starts to creep up her legs. Before she can even answer George is there, hand reaching for her ankle. She lets out a shriek before taking off, leaving her wine glass on the ground as she takes off across the apartment. 

Their laughter mixes together as George gets up to follow, chasing Y/N into the kitchen and around the table. She leads him back into the living room, socked feet making her slide all over the place as she tries to get away. Just as she’s about to round the coffee table a strong pair of hands grabs her around the waist and a shocked gasp leaves her lips as George pulls her back into his chest. 

“Got you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck. George spins Y/N in his grasp, arms winding around her waist as he starts to sway them back and forth to the music playing forgotten in the background. “Didn’t think you’d get away from me that easily, did you?”

Y/N shakes her head as she wraps her arms around his neck, smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Definitely not.”

-

Looking back now she sees that ease for what it truly was, two kids who didn’t really know anything about what it really means to love someone. Y/N knows now that she wasn’t really in love with George, she was in love with the idea of being in love with him. 

If only she knew then what she knows now. Certainly would have saved her some time - and a broken heart or two. 

-

Sorry, working late again xx

Y/N crumples the note in her hand, tossing it to the ground as she shoos George’s owl away. This is the third night this week they’ve made plans to do something and instead of him arriving at her door it’s his owl, canceling yet again. Last week he’d canceled on her twice, and the week before he was so busy they’d barely even spoken. 

She’d been understanding at first. It’s normal not to spend every day with your significant other, expected even. And of course Y/N had missed spending time with George, but work is work and that was okay with her. 

But what’s not okay is his affinity for canceling plans at the last minute. Sure, sometimes things come up - but waiting until he’s supposed to be coming by to pick her up to cancel is just rude, and inconsiderate of her time. Especially with it happening almost every time they’ve planned to do something together lately. 

If George doesn’t have the time to see her on a particular day Y/N would much rather he be honest and tell her that - rather than having her spend all this time planning something and getting ready for him to cancel at the last minute. 

Y/N blinks away the few tears of frustration that are gathering in the corners of her eyes before taking the time to change out of her clothes and into the comfiest pair of pajamas she owns. Once she’s redressed, Y/N sulks out to the living room - taking the glass of wine her roommate has in her hand and taking a large gulp as she slumps on the couch next to her. 

“Again?” Emily asks in disbelief.

“Mhm,” Y/N confirms with a hum, taking another sip from the glass. 

Emily shakes her head, leaning forward to grab the wine bottle off the coffee table. She refills Y/N’s glass, both of them watching the dark red liquid swirl around the edges of the glass. “What a fucking ass.”

All Y/N can do is grunt in agreement as she brings the full glass back up to her lips, head tilting back as she drains the maroon liquid in one drink. 

What an ass indeed.

-

Looking back now she realizes that was the beginning of the end of their relationship. They were seeing each other less and less, and neither of them were the best at communicating their feelings. But Y/N was so desperate to hold on to those fleeting good moments that she put up with all of the hurt and frustration that came along with them. 

-

“I asked you for one thing, George! One! And you couldn’t even be bothered to show up for me.”

Y/N stomps into her apartment, not bothering to check and see if George is still following behind. Tonight was supposed to be the night, her parents are in town and George didn’t have to work - it was going to be perfect. Things between them haven’t been the best recently, and Y/N dreamed that this would be the night things started to turn around. George would show up for her, and prove that he means all of those things he says. That he’s sorry for not being around, that he is there for her. That he loves her.

But then he’d been five minutes late to dinner, so they ordered a round of drinks, And then he was twenty minutes late when they ordered round two with an appetizer to share. When it hit the forty minute mark rolled around and George still wasn’t there, round three showed up and they ordered their entrees.

It wasn’t until much later, when dessert was practically over and Y/N was polishing off her fifth drink did George finally show up. A profuse apology was tumbling from his mouth the second he approached the table, his desperation to save the evening apparent in the expression on his face.

But the damage was already done. Y/N’s parents had spent most of the evening switching between consoling her over George’s absence, and giving her a dose of tough love that George is not the man she should plan on spending the rest of her life with. Without even bothering to spare George a glance, her parents had given Y/N a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before they left. 

Which brings them around to now. Y/N’s sadness had slowly morphed into anger as George followed her home, apology after apology intermixed with excuses falling from his lips. Because frankly, she doesn’t care if the Queen of England herself had been the one to hold up George - he knew how important tonight was and he still managed to fuck it up.

“I’ve said I’m sorry about a hundred times, Y/N,” George responds as he slams the door shut behind him. “I don’t know what else you want me to do.”

“I want you to give a shit!” she shouts, turning to face him. “You keep telling me you love me, and you care about me but you never actually show it! Words are meaningless unless you actually back them up with your actions. And so far all your actions have shown me is that you don’t give a nifflers ass about me!”

George huffs, throwing his hands up in the air. “I’m sorry I fucked up, Y/N. I really am. But work is important, you know that.”

“Yeah I know that,” Y/N responds defeatedly, anger quickly fizzling back into sadness. “But I should be important too.”

-

George had walked out that night, something that started to become quite the pattern. Something would happen, they would fight and George wouldn’t bother to stick around so they could work things out. He’d just give it a few days to calm down before showing up with a bouquet of flowers and an apology. 

Y/N always made the mistake of letting him back in, telling herself that things would be different this time. Of course they weren’t, and the cycle would just start all over again.

And now, as she watches the sun sink closer and closer to the horizon, she feels bad for the girl she once was. The girl who didn’t know how to stick up for herself, the girl who was too optimistic, too caring - too desperate to be in love to know what love really is. 

Now, with time and space and experience, she feels bad for the man George was back then too. At first she was angry, he was the villain in her origin story and Y/N was content to keep looking back at their time together that way. But she knows now, as an adult who has had her heart broken and broken a few herself, that George was just young and doing the best he could. 

It had been easy to blame George that night things ended, when he walked away for the final time. But maybe there hadn’t been anyone to blame at all. 

-

“I’m sorry.”

Y/N rolls her eyes as she opens the door to a familiar scene. Once again George Weasley is on her doorstep, bouquet of flowers in hand with a lame apology. It’s comical, almost, how easily she predicted that this would happen. It had been endearing at first, the flowers and the heartfelt apologies. But after so many times it’s just lame and disappointing.

“Are you?” she asks lamely, not even bothering to take the flowers from his outstretched hand. “Because you were also sorry last week. And the week before that. And about a dozen weeks before that as well. So it’s getting a little hard to believe you.”

“I’m doing the best I can, Y/N,” George pleads, exasperation coating his words. 

Y/N shakes her head, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. “George, if this is your best, then I just don’t think this is going to work anymore. Clearly I need more from you than you’re willing to give. So I think it’s best if we just end things here. Before either of us gets hurt anymore than we already have been.”

It’s harsh to say, and Y/N feels sick as George flinches at her words. But they needed to be said. This relationship isn’t functioning, and she’s very quickly being pushed to her breaking point. She may love George, but she needs to love herself too. 

“Fine, if that’s what you think is best,” George responds blankly. “Take the flowers at least, I made sure to get your favorite.” He thrusts the bunch into Y/N’s hands, giving her one last forlorn look before he’s gone. Heading off down the hallway and away from her for the last time. 

Y/N shakes her head as she shuts the door behind her, a humorless laugh falling from her lips. It’s funny how this bouquet of flowers seems to be a metaphor for their entire relationship. Because roses happen to be her favorite flower - and yet in her hand is a bouquet of carnations.

-

Y/N used to once look back on that day as the worst of her life, the day she let her true love get away. But now those old thoughts make her laugh, because in reality she was making room in her life for her real true love. 

The sun has nearly set now, leaving a chill in the air as stars start to light up the sky. She shivers, thinking about heading back inside when the door opens behind her. There’s a soft blanket draped over her shoulders, and a smile teases the corner of her mouth as she looks up at her husband.

“Thought you might be cold,” he explains, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. “Kids are getting brushing their teeth, I imagine they’ll be looking for story time any minute now.”

Y/N laughs, shaking her head as if to rid herself of those thoughts. The ones that used to keep her up at night. 

Thoughts of George. 

“I’ll meet you up there.”

With a final kiss to her forehead, Y/N’s husband heads back inside to give her a few more minutes alone. As she looks back to the sky, the sun is gone and the deep maroon that once covered the horizon is pitch black.

[howlingday]

A au were the arcs are like the kure clan A bunch of assassins. Jaune father was a piece of shit so he murdered him Jaune son takes His place at beacon. Jaune, not knowing how to be a good father, thinks the best way to make his son is to hate him So he "abandoned" him After teaching him the family fighting style. In reality, he constantly gives money to his wife to take care of his child while he watches Him from afar safeguarding him And constantly complains to his butler While drunk about how he's a shitty father and should have been better to him.

Hm, not a bad idea, but let me see if I can tweak it a little because these are some very big changes. Also, please bear in mind that I've never seen Kengan Ashura before, so I might come off a little ignorant in any of the statements or ideas I put forth. With all that said, let's make us an Arc Assassin AU!

First, let's establish the Arc family history. Since they're going to be the Kure Clan of Remnant, I'd say their base of operations is wherever Jaune is from. Since we don't have an actual name, we'll use the one I always use; Ansel in the south end of the Kingdom of Vale. The Arc Clan are in charge of Ansel; nothing goes in or comes out without their approval or, failing that, knowledge of who or what is entering.

A long time ago, there were two assassin families all of Remnant feared, the Arcs and the Blacks. However, a shadow war know as "The Silent Exchange" occured that ended with the Black family being all but destroyed by their competitor, the Arcs. Now, only one is still alive, only having his father's drunken ramblings between beatings to go by.

Now, with the history settled, let's talk about how exactly the Arc family operates. As a veritable league of assassins, I could see them growing up learning all the necessary tools of the trade for their futures as killers and murderers. Such training would include chemistry for poisoning and bomb-making, martial arts and combatives for self-defense and lethal execution, and generald studies to function in society beyond the scope of cold blooded murder.

Two things I'm not sure of are what exactly the special "Arc Assassination Techniques" would include and whether or not to make them appear more inhuman as a result of these trainings, such as the Kure Clan has with their blackened sclera and reddened skin developed from using their Kure Clan Secret Technique: Removal.

The other thing I'm not sure on is whether or not they partake in selective breeding. If so, then do they hold a congress of Remnant's strongest huntsman family daughters while also allowing especially impressive outsiders to join them? Again, I'm not sure how to go about this idea, so maybe this'll be something to chew on for a while.

And this brings us to the final point, the ask. For specifically, the story.

"Jaune murders his father because he's a piece of shit."

I don't know about this idea, since we haven't met Jaune's dad and I don't really like the idea that Jaune's dad was just a piece of shit. However, what I could do is Jaune's dad intended to do something horrible, like wipe out the Branwen tribe, finish off the Black family, hunt down the maidens and silver-eyed warriors for a mysterious benefactor, so Jaune took the moral high ground and killed his father from potentially dooming his family. Instead of accepting responsibility for this patricide, Jaune leaves the Arc family. Again, nothing in stone yet.

"Jaune abandons his son but still supports him as he attends Beacon."

I feel like the excuse "I don't know how to Dad" is both the laziest and shittiest excuse a person could make for abandoning their child, and I think this wouldn't be a Jaune move, even if he was sending money back home. And no, abandoning them when they're old enough to take care of themselves doesn't make it any less shitty. Although, I do kinda like the idea of Jaune sobbing to his butler about how terrible a dad he is while being drunk off his ass.

"Jaune's son takes his place at Beacon."

This might be the trickiest subject for me to tackle, simply for the fact of creating an OC fankid for Jaune. Jaune is an adult, which takes out all the younger cast of RWBY that he'd normally be paired with. And since there's so few adult characters I could pair him up with, that leaves me with another OC to create. I do, however, like the black sclera idea when I first thought it was Jaune marrying into the Kure family, and Jaune looking into his wife's "monstrous black eyes" and saying they're the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, and his son has to wear sunglasses to hide his true identity... but that's not what we're going for, is it?

And speaking of his son, I'm not sure what design I'd go for since this is Jaune's own flesh-and-blood child. The first thought that comes to mind for me is Damian Wayne from DCs Batman comics, who is the son of Batman and Talia Al'Ghul (after she drugged and raped him), and he is essentially Batman with a lust for blood. He was trained by the League of Assassins to be the perfect killer. Could I do a copy-paste murder-hobo Jaune and say that's his son? I could, but I doubt it would last long.

I'm gonna need to think on this AU for a while before anything definitive comes out. Still, I'm intrigued by the idea, and I'm hoping to brainstorm ideas on this so it can come out truly perfect.

Feel free to let me know what you guys think and keep up the good work!

[misskgetsfit]

Friday, 11:30pm

I’ll never understand how the people we love most can be the ones that tear us down so viciously.

Booze doesn’t help I know, but I was being vulnerable with my brother, trying to explain that before I can make the world around me better I need to make myself better.

Apparently that’s an excuse and a pity party.

He was drunk and belligerent, and he was condescending. I tried to end the conversation, saying we could talk about it tomorrow when we were both sober (mind you I only had 3 G&Ts over like 5 hours) and instead he raised his voice. I’m proud of myself for getting up, telling him I love him, goodnight and we can talk tomorrow.

And I know that I need to be careful not to wallow, but right now (like I said in my earlier post), functioning and doing the bare minimum is what I’ve got right now.

I want to do more. I want to be better. I want to help make the world a better place. But it’s fucking hard. Am I not contributing by trying to be a good aunty? By welcoming him back into my life after he was so quick to cut me out? For not giving in when every fibre of my being says there’s no point?

So now I get to cry myself to sleep away from my husband and away from dogs, away from my comfort/safety zone. And maybe that’s a little too comfy. A little too safe. I know I need to get out more. Do more. And that Mr B and I are easily soft on ourselves and each other. But I’m trying.

All of this is because I played him a Taylor Swift song that resonated with me. Lesson learned I guess.

[luaslieb]

There’s a dream I have.

I am hosting a dinner party or Sunday lunch, a meal in any case. It's a spring afternoon. I have set the table. There's a patio door with a view of a garden, an almost muddy patch of lawn and brown twigs beginning to bud. The ground is damp with remnants of spring rain but the sky is clear. The sort of blue that could almost convince you it's warm outside.

I have a kitchen. It's small and it's functional. There's an oven. I think I really miss my oven. The kitchen is a tidy sort of chaos, the chaos of cooking for more people than usual. There's a wooden chopping board covered in onion skins and stained with tomato laying on the counter by the sink. Two saucepans on the hob, lids slightly ajar and steam rising from them. The oven glows orange showing promise of the comforting meal within. In my head it's lamb. Some sort of casserole or stew. There's a bottle of red wine half drunk on the side. I’d used it to make the stew with. And definitely had more than a couple glasses myself. I imagine my lips are stained slightly purple. 

I have a table just about big enough for friends to come round. It's a cosy squeeze but we can just about fit. It's wooden with a red chequered table cloth. It's been laid with plates and cutlery ready for them all to arrive. Gleaming mismatched colourful plates dotted with almost sparkling glasses, I don’t have enough glasses. I know that would be the case, in any future I live in I don’t think I would ever have enough wine glasses. So there's some places laid without, gasping breaks in an already hodge podge layout.

I have my own front door and there's a knock at it. My friends are here for dinner. And it feels a very grown up affair.  My best friend from school and his girlfriend, My 2nd year flatmate and their partner, My friend from halls and her boyfriend, My friends from writing societies, friends from all walks of life. The guestlist changes by the day, always a slightly different combination but always those who I wish to fill my life with forever. They’ve brought bottles of wine and bags of crisps. Someone’s brought pudding and another some flowers. 

And then the small kitchen is alive with people. People pouring glasses of wine, diet coke for those driving, people chatting, people putting crisps into bowls. I take the flowers to the sink and start putting them into the jug I painted on my 21st. Someone recognises it and we all laugh at the crudely painted cat on it. We spill out around the house. We eat. We laugh. And it's warm and its mine.

And it feels strange, this lusting for the future. Like I’m wishing my present away rather than enjoying and living it. And it's weird because I like my present. I like the freedom of going anywhere whenever I want to. I like being a student, I like the learning! I do try to live my present. I know I do. But maybe I should live it more. Bring the warmth I imagine in my future into my present.

[baldurs-kinfessions]

(TW: discussions of alcoholism and parental abuse/neglect)

It's fascinating to me that there's this one really serious parallel between now-me and one of my kintypes, specifically that I don't drink alcohol outside of very special occasions and very small amounts (ie one small drink, maybe two if it's not strong) if I feel like it on those days. Back then, I learned to severely limit my alcohol intake the hard way (getting way too drunk because I did not know how to handle my abusive mother's passing, I honestly was probably a functional alcoholic before that for at least 2 years, which is concerning given I was 17 but I guess I don't really know much about how alcohol affects dragonborn brains at all, let alone at those ages). This time, I learned the... Less hard but not easy either way (having a "functional" alcoholic in my family). But it's the same feeling.

Astarion was surprised, which, honestly, fair. I was a bard. Having known other bards and been other bards, it's more unusual to find one who doesn't drink than one who does. He really didn't care if I drank or not, it just surprised him that I didn't (it came up at the tiefling party). Halsin understood without even being told why (I was insecure about it, I'll admit, though completely firm in my boundaries), likely because of similar feelings about alcohol. The others didn't much care one way or the other, though Wyll did make a comment about having seen one too many bards who couldn't stand upright so I think he appreciated meeting a bard who barely drank.

It is genuinely interesting that there's this convergence of feelings for different reasons. Who knows, maybe my experiences as that dragonborn bard impacted my discomfort. And maybe my mother Back Then, who hated me for existing and ignored me as much as she could, was also an alcoholic, I wouldn't know as I didn't really pay much attention to her once I realized I needed to not love her. Maybe she spent the money she coerced me to give her on drinking. Who knows. All I know is, I'm glad the mind-flayers abducted me. They gave me people who helped heal some of the things that were still broken about me.

The first time I drank with them was the night after we defeated the Absolute, just before Karlach and Wyll headed to Avernus temporarily (while the rest of us found a way to fix Karlach's heart, of course). It was the first time I felt genuinely safe drinking since the event that made me severely limit my intake. I didn't change how I approached alcohol, it just... Was nice to feel like I didn't have to be on guard if I chose to have a drink on a special occasion anymore.

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[yukidragon]

Stupid thing I know but if Jack can feel the same as MC (drunk, etc..) .What if MC was attacked? Do you think he could feel the same pain as MC? For instance the pain of a broken arm.

Hmm... it’s hard to say for sure at this point how much of MC’s pain Jack might experience in the game. The drunk-sharing picture is technically not canon, since it didn’t appear in the game yet, or on the official twitter or tumblr. Still, there are some clues we might be able to look to from the demo.

When Ian calls MC, it hurts them. Now, we’re free to headcanon exactly how hurt MC is by it, but they do say that they feel like they are “about to crumble” and are in tears when Jack finds them. Though the source of the pain isn’t from physical trauma, it does have negative effects on their body.

Jack shows concern in this moment, but not an equal level of pain.

In an earlier moment, specifically in the “hug” route, Jack shows signs of insecurity and distress. MC experiences this as their golden feelings going grayer and colder. After the phone call, they feel horrible, like Jack needs them.

From these clues, and some more we’ve seen in the game, I think that what Jack and MC share is an extreme form of empathy. Empathy can make you feel bad when someone else feels bad, but not necessarily in the same way. It can also make you feel happy seeing someone else happy. With the supernatural connection between them, I think the empathy is cranked up further so that the actual emotions they are experiencing can bleed through unintentionally.

What I suspect is that Jack and MC can feel each other’s pain to a degree, though not as strongly as the pain the person themselves is experiencing. Jack was able to keep calm when talking with MC after the phone call with Ian even as MC was trying not to crumble, for example.

So let’s say that MC is feeling pain that’s a level 10. Jack might be feeling, oh, maybe half of that, which makes it around a 5. He can still function, but it’s still painful and lets him know that MC is experiencing pain. At least, this is how I interpret it.

So in the example of a broken arm, Jack might be feeling a soreness in his arm, but not enough that it keeps him from doing daily tasks. It’s also entirely likely that he’ll have a higher pain tolerance in general, as we have seen him in bloody and rotting physical states that certainly must be painful to experience.

I also headcanon that Jack and MC could learn how to shut out the other from feeling things with enough practice/will, or catching their thoughts. It’s just something hard to shield all the time, especially if a part of you instinctively wants the other person to know how you’re feeling.

You know, that reminds me of a future scene I wrote for Sunshine in Hell. It’s been a hot minute since I shared any rough draft clips, so why don’t I give you an example of what happens when Jack experiences a taste of his sunshine Alice’s pain? Enjoy!

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The phone call was taking too long. The longer Alice was gone, the more restless Jack grew. Despite his increasing worries, he forced himself to remain seated on the counter in the empty yogurt shop, expressing his restlessness by idly kicking his legs with increasing frequency.

His sunshine had a right to her privacy after all, Jack reminded himself. He wanted to do what was best for her. He would do whatever it took to make her happy, even if it was difficult for him, even if it hurt. Alice deserved the sun, the moon, and all the stars in the sky, so he could give her a few minutes to herself. Still, he couldn’t help the forlorn glances he gave to the backroom door, looking for all the world like an abandoned puppy waiting for the return of its master.

Then Jack felt it. A sickly twisting pain oozed into his heart, roiling and festering with rot until everything it touched turned necrotic. It left him doubled over and breathless, his eyes flying open wide. As horrible and disgusting as it felt, that wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was this pain didn’t belong to him.

“Alice!”

Jack was off like a shot. Fortunately, he found Alice right away, crouched in the back corner of the staff room. He immediately feared the worst and was at her side in an instant. He almost scooped her up into his arms, but barely managed to hold himself back for fear that touching her might make things worse. “Are you okay?”

Alice jolted at the sound of his voice, but didn’t turn around. She swiped at her face with the back of the hand still holding her cell phone in a death grip in a futile effort to erase all signs of her crying.

She only spoke when she was confident that she could keep her voice from breaking. “I… I’m fine.”

The obvious lie hurt Jack, but the sting of it paled in comparison to the pain radiating from Alice at that moment. He willed with all his heart for her to feel just how much he cared about her, how much he wanted to help her, and just how much he was worried about her. He took the time to consider what to say, knowing that he needed to choose each word with care. “You shouldn’t lie, Alice,” he said gently. “It’s not good for you.”

Jack shifted to a lighter tone, hoping to diffuse some of the tension with his trademark humor. “That and… you’re not very good at it, either. I’m sorry.” He chuckled softly, the sound almost natural but more forced than he liked.

Alice let out a huff of air that might have once aspired to be laughter but failed miserably in its ambition. Still, she appreciated the attempt at humor. She rubbed at her face again and forced herself to her feet, her movements stiff and shaky. “I-it’s not a lie… it’s just… a work in progress. I will be fine just… just give me a minute.”

The rotting pain was fading, but Jack could tell that Alice was just bottling it away, trying her best to hide it away from everyone, including him. It was amazing how well she managed to keep her pain contained so that he wouldn’t have to suffer from it too, even without understanding just how deep the bond between them was or how it truly worked. Still, he could feel the whispers of her pain leaking through despite her best efforts now that his attention was laser focused on it, on her.

Privacy be damned, Alice needed his help.

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