#ch: katalina

[jupitergames-if]

How tall is Katalina? 👀👀👀

she’s 5’4 👑

[toestalucia]

guys we have a little problem

[lifeaschoi]

SOTD.! ft. VB. | .000127

● Head | LeLutka | Ceylon

● Body | eBody | Reborn

● Skin | PF | Jessika

● Hair | Sante | Katalina

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● Top | VB. | Tay Jacket

● Bottom | VB. | Tay Skirt

● Shoes | DDL | Pretender

● Accessories | Chandra | Salome Beret | DAE | Ligator Underarm Bag | VB. | CH Rings

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[flovverworks]

hewwo. imma talk a little about ch15 & pt2 in general maybe so far cuz<3 i have still not read ch16. despite saying i would. it has been a week to say the least.

anyway<3

im not gonna get into my teehee liliana & the staff theories until ive read ch16 cuz. maybe ill change them after that who knows! either way my head was working SO hard at that part. usually i take breaks while reading to a) process b) sit and think about future akira scenes i think would be cool. so u can imagine what i did when it started dawning on me that it was rustica lili wanted to isolate. have nvr felt that much dread in my LIFE. told my friend about it and she went "hehe i purposely didnt tell u about chloe&rustica"....................... im GRATEFUL cuz it HITS but mein gott!!!

vent time but im So glad rustica & chloe went back to feeling 'old dude looks after young adult hes kind of the guardian of' for me..... 'look after (chara) for me' always reminds me gbf s1 when aarons dad asks katalina to look after gran (and katalina l8r calling herself 'grans guardian of sorts' HAAAUUGHHH anyway) ;-;. i was. kind of Rly upset during the ch where murr compared those 2 to lili n greg....LOL...did not like that writing decision all. and then gbf had a richard->therese thing again and im STTOOPPP STTTOOOOOOOOOPPP truly do hate having to expereince the same feeling twice in both games i love dearly

anyway i Did talk about that on twt while i was reading that ch but i nvr talked about it here so

DID cry at shylock comforting chloe. shylocks mindset is SO fascinating to me, i rly adored his pov......gonna carry that with me for a while it was a Rly good part

in general im always kinda 'wow!' at how theyre all characterized, its very beautiful. definitely think its a huge part of why im so attached to both it and everyone introduced. will always remain my hugest love & recommendation part of the entire thing. like, again, figaros pov......cain & arthurs reactions when owen was w/ oz.....very good.

fausts. pov. ????????????????????????????????? cried. thought about his last part nonstop. the way he viewed himself when younger......figaro leaving cuz figaro has his own issues....being betrayed by his bestie............still praying for them until he hits the point of 'wtf why should i'..............man its ssooooo good......theres that line in particular of the feeling of thinking somethings wrong with him that makes ppl leave him that.....man...........wanting to care for the trust the sage is handing him...........man hes ssooooooo..............faust everything to me levania........its rly good. also something i will carry with me for a while, the last part of the ch is just so so good

[pinkfey]

kat and anora getting married in private,,,,,,, snifts ;-;

[halobeared]

✶  (   seafoam pines tags .   )

[distantxdaydreams]

[shymaidxn]

@aryzes​ // christmas starter call!!

“A-Achoo!” The sneeze echoes across the deck of the snow-covered ship, docked on this island until the new year dawned on them. With such a long stay, many a different celebrations and activities were had, and Christmas was the titular gift-giving and found-family loving moment for all of the crew. Presents exchanged, lit up streets to sight-see, food made and eaten in large amounts --- A whirlwind of a day that was captured in Diantha’s mind forever as one of the best.

Though the heavy snowfall the night before, and the freezing temperature of the whole day, made her feel a bit under-the-weather by the end of it. And it also made her fret over warmth, rather than remember a very important present...

“O-Oh, Katalina!” She called after the swordswoman from across the deck, excited at finally finding a moment alone with the woman, before the aforementioned sneeze stopped her thought process. A small wrapped box was held in one hand while her other pulled her handkerchief from her pocket, wiping and blowing her nose, being in a sniffley daze for a moment after. But she shakes it off with a literal shake of her head, before the gift is thrust out towards Katalina (even though Diantha still had many steps to go to actually get to her side). “Merry Ch-Christmas!” She called again, sounding a bit more stuffed up and shivering a tad more than before.

[pietro-capimagines]

Secret of These Hands Ch. 5 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Hello darlings! I’m back from my weekend away from Tumblr, for I slept for 14 hours almost straight on Saturday lol. I finally have the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” and I’m quite excited to share it with you guys. I JUST WANNA GET TO THE GOOD PART BUT I CAN’T YET BECAUSE PLOT. Curse the minute details needed for this story… curse you. Anyways, I hope you have a wonderful day and I just want to let you know that I love you and I think you’re a beautiful person. xoxo

Description:  You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be. One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?

Warnings: None

Chapter 4

MASTERLIST

You looked in the mirror, smoothing out the fabric at your hips, ridding it of any wrinkles. Tonight was the night that you were going to meet Bucky for a date, and you weren’t nervous.. but you were nervous. It wasn’t him of course- well it was though. He didn’t make you nervous in the bad way. He made you feel some type of way that you never felt before. When you first bumped into him at the market the day before, he gave you butterflies and a tight feeling in your chest when you met his steel blue gaze. It was like nothing else mattered in that moment; it was like something in the air somehow brought you two together. 

You snapped yourself out of your daydream, and looked back up at your reflection. Frankly, you were smiling to yourself, a slight blush creeping up on your cheeks. You checked the clock: it was twenty minutes till five. As you gave yourself a once-over, you let out a deep breath and turned away from the mirror, grabbing your bag. 

“Here goes nothing.” You muttered under your breath, placing your gloved hand on your door handle and turning it open. 

You walked down the streets of New Orleans, the only thoughts in your mind were Bucky and the kind of night you hoped you’d have together. What if Bucky wasn’t going to show up? You shook your head slightly, reassuring yourself that he wasn’t that kind of man. As you rounded the corner to the farmer’s market, you looked at the horizon, seeing that the sun was still pretty high in the sky. Because you were so distracted with the scenery, you almost walked into a pole if it wasn’t for Bucky’s voice calling your name. 

“F/N, watch out!” He shouted at you from the same table from the afternoon before. You stopped abruptly, snapping your head in his direction, realizing how close you were to making a fool of yourself. He got up from his seat and walked over to you. He was wearing a black button up underneath a dark blue jacket with some matching black slacks. His hair was effortlessly pushed back, a small section falling into his face. He had a sweet smile on his face, and somehow it made your heart skip a beat. “Wow- F/N, you look.. just wow.” 

You bit your lip, holding back a smile. Your eyes were diverted to the floor; you were worried that if you met his gaze that you would start insanely blushing. Little did you know, that as you kept your eyes away from Bucky; Bucky was all eyes on you. He took in the sight of your figure in the black dress you were wearing that hugged all your curves, accentuating every one. He was speechless. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful and he never thought he would ever meet someone as gorgeous as you. 

“Well Barnes, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You gave him a sly smile as your gaze finally landed on him. Hooking your arm with his, you looked up at him, a feeling of serendipity settling in. “Shall we?” 

He grinned down at you, studying every spec of color in your eyes. “We shall.” 

“Okay, where are you taking me? Because if you’re going to take me down a dark alleyway and mug me, doll, that would be an interesting story to tell.” He winked at you as the two of you strolled down the streets of New Orleans, making your way towards the river that ran next to the city. 

You chuckled, shaking your head. “If I was going to mug you, I would have done it by now.” You glanced up at him, fighting the smirk that was pulling at your lips. “Just wait, we’re almost there.” 

Heart fluttering, you unhooked your arm from Bucky’s letting your fingertips trail down to his hand, the leather of your gloves causing goosebumps to raise on his skin. You intertwined your fingers with his and pulled him down the street, the both of you laughing as you weaved in and out of the people in the streets. 

“Here we are.” You turned around to face him, a smile stretched across your face. In front of Bucky was a riverboat in the dock, dinner tables on the each deck. “What do you think?”

He gaped at the sight. You did this for a date with him? Bucky never thought he was worth it. “I love it, doll. We’re literally going to be on a floating restaurant.” 

Your chest tightened at the pet name, a slight blush creeping up on your cheeks. “Well then, let’s go.”

The leather of your gloves pressed up against each other as you reached for his left hand and walked onto the boat. Bucky let out a content sigh, whispering under his breath. “We may have just met yesterday, but I already know I never want to leave your side.” 

Short chapter, I know, but I had to get something out this week and once again, going any further would have put me in a position to write A TON more. I hope you know I love you all, and I’m sorry that I’ve been so inactive, but I’ll be back soon, I promise. Much love to you all, you’re the best. xoxo

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[pistachioguardiansau]

Day with Uncle Vinnie: Ch 1

Right, so this fic is longer than I expected so I decided to split it up. Fun fact: Pistachio kernels contain little water and large amounts of fat. This makes them especially prone to overheating to the point of spontaneous combustion when shipped in bulk.

Ch 1: The Fun Uncle

“Vinnie, I want you to start harvesting the pistachios in the Royal Garden,” Balthazar announced. “It is imperative they’re ready for Katalina’s wedding tomorrow.”

“Sure, harvest pistachios from the garden. I got it,” Vinnie murmured distractedly, more focused on making silly faces for the baby strapped to Balthazar’s front.

“Are you even paying attention? Anacardia to Vinnie!” Balthazar frantically waved his hand in front of Vinnie’s face. “I know it’s hard, but you cannot fall prey to Milo’s charm!”

Milo clapped his chubby hands together, giggling. His tiny legs kicked out.

“You should let him loose for a day,” Vinnie suggested. “You always have him in that baby carrier. Give the kid some freedom. Some air. Room to breathe, you know.” Vinnie tickled one of Milo’s bare feet.

“He’s staying where I can keep an eye on him,” Balthazar huffed. “You do remember what happened last time I let him out of my sight, I presume?”

“A bunch of sheep got loose and ruined Henry’s crops. I know,” Vinnie replied. “Why don’t you let me handle him for a day? Carrying him around all the time has to do a number on your back.”

“My back is as good as an Anacardian ten times younger than me, thank you,” Balthazar retorted.

“Never thought I’d see the day where you called yourself old,” Vinnie laughed. “Barely out of the shell and Milo’s already giving you gray hairs!”

“Your antics give me gray hairs,” Balthazar muttered.

“Aw, don’t be such a sourpuss! We can’t have Milo growing up all grumpy and grouchy, can we?” Vinnie grinned. “Why don’t I look after him while you harvest the pistachios? You can do it a lot faster than me.”

Balthazar raised an eyebrow. “I know I could. But are you sure you can look after him, especially during his-ah-mishaps?”

“No problemo!” Vinnie exclaimed. “It’s in the bag! Piece of cake!”

Milo babbled, his arms reaching out towards Vinnie. Balthazar sighed. “Very well. Make sure he doesn’t become too filthy though. His clothes are brand new.”

“And if he does get dirty?” Vinnie asked.

“Then it’s your responsibility to bathe him,” Balthazar replied. He removed Milo from the baby carrier and handed him off to Vinnie. “Dinner is seven-thirty tonight at the Lucky Clover. We’ll meet the others there.”

“Is it karaoke night already?” Vinnie asked. “I wanna do some karaoke! There was that new song by the Almondine Sisters, maybe I can get Savannah to duet with me.”

“Yes, my poor eardrums,” Balthazar groaned. “Now off with you both. Behave for your Uncle Vinnie now.” After bumping foreheads with Milo, Balthazar vanished in a puff of green smoke.

Vinnie coughed, shielding Milo from the haze. “I hate it when he decides he wants a dramatic exit,” he commented. “So Milo, what’s first on the list? Stables? Jade Cavern? Minty Woods?”

“Bah!” Milo gurgled, tapping his hand repeatedly on Vinnie’s glasses.

“Bah?” Vinnie repeated. “Remember what happened last time you were next to sheep? Well, you won’t remember cause you’re too young but there’s always that one embarrassing thing babies do that their parents constantly remind them of when-” He stopped rambling when a bored expression briefly crossed Milo’s face. “Uh-okay, sheep it is! We’ll just fly there. Much more interesting!”

Vinnie, like the other Guardians, had learned very quickly that Milo tended to accidentally set objects on fire when he was bored. Balthazar’s mustache and Savannah’s jewelry were the best items to alleviate boredom if they were unable to conjure any toys on rare occasions.

After briefly considering making another baby carrier, Vinnie decided to place Milo in a bubble instead. The bubble would respond to his will, and give Milo some freedom of movement. As long as they didn’t wander near any sharp objects in the sky, of course. Concentrating, Vinnie held both palms out towards Milo, a scarlet substance appearing between his hands. He slowly pushed the still-forming bubble towards Milo, who leaned towards it curiously. Then the bubble enveloped him, Milo squeaking in surprise.

“Been a while since I used these bubbles casually,” Vinnie commented, pushing his face against the surface of the bubble. Milo giggled, attempting to climb the gently shaped curve and frowning slightly when he slid back down. “Off to the stables now! Enjoy your flight on Air Vinnie!” Vinnie took to the skies, heading towards the stables, Milo following close behind him.

Vinnie knew he was breaking the “No carrier, no fly” rule for Milo that Balthazar had set, but what the killjoy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Milo was absolutely transfixed by the rolling green hills, the orchards, and the Anacardians below them. Vinnie saw no reason to spoil his fun.

He flipped onto his back casually, placing his arms behind his head as if he was about to take a mid-flight siesta. He watched Milo crawl around in his bubble, losing balance several times due to the slippery surface.

Bet Balthazar never allowed this, huh. He’s way too concerned with safety and doesn’t let the poor baby have fun, Vinnie thought, yelping when he felt something suddenly collide with his head. Quickly moving to an upright position, Vinnie saw a disoriented falcon fly lopsidedly into the bubble with outstretched talons.

“Great Vera!” Vinnie cursed, diving down to catch Milo just as the bubble popped. Milo was completely oblivious to nearly plummeting to his doom, reaching for Vinnie’s golden chain while smiling. He allowed himself a sigh of relief, then remembered the falcon.

Seized with panic, he remembered that Melissa had been lost because of the Shadow Falcons. At least, that’s what Orton said happened. But he was not going to allow a repeat of that awful day. Not on his watch!

Clutching Milo tightly with one arm, he began charging a beam of scarlet energy at the falcon, who screamed, “Wait!”

“What?” Vinnie stared in shock. In his surprise, the beam misfired and struck an empty barn. “Oops,” he chuckled nervously, watching several beams of wood crumble into dust.

The falcon glared at him. “Guess who’ll have to clean that up?”

Vinnie noticed the falcon’s brown feathers. Not black. Stormy gray eyes, not red orbs that promised death. A normal wingspan that didn’t blow enough wind to knock a herd of Redwood Stallion off their hooves.

He sighed, relieved that it was just Orton in his falcon form, and not a Shadow. “Sorry about that,” Vinnie grinned sheepishly. “You can just fix it with time magic, right?”

“I could,” Orton replied testily. “But more importantly, I thought Balthazar had the ‘no carrier, no fly’ rule. And he usually won’t let Milo out of his sight. How did you convince him?”

“You won’t tell him, will you?” Vinnie begged. “He called himself old so I offered to look after Milo today.” Orton nearly choked. “Okay, okay, he didn’t really call himself old. Something about his back I think.”

Vinnie was certain that Orton wanted to smile, though it was much tougher with a beak. “Well, regardless of the reason Balthazar entrusted you with Milo for the day, it would be good to give the child some exposure to the outside world,” Orton mused. “I suppose I’d better go fix that barn now. Have fun and take care, Milo!” He brushed Milo’s forehead with his wingtips before descending to the barn.

Vinnie carried Milo in his arms for the duration of the flight, getting close to the fluffy white clouds so Milo could touch them. “And we’re descending from Air Dakota! Please don’t forget to take all your bags and babies with you! Have a good day!” Vinnie narrated as he landed. Milo clapped. “And that’s just the beginning of our tour!”

He opened the door of the stables, taking in the musty smell of Anacardian sheep and Luminescent Llamas. Milo squirmed in his arms, curious at seeing new sights. “You won’t be able to see anything if you’re just on the ground. Besides, Balthazar would bury me alive if you accidentally crawled into some manure.”

Milo pointed to an ewe nursing twin lambs, so Vinnie paused and let Milo watch them. “They’re really adorable,” Vinnie murmured, bending down to read the names carved into the wood. “So the mother’s name is Leto, and the twins are Artemis and Apollo.” Milo batted at the door, giving Vinnie a pleading look. He shook his head. “We shouldn’t disturb Leto right now. It would be rude to interrupt their feeding time. But I can always show you a Luminescent Llama. I don’t think you’ve ever seen one of those. You’ll love ‘em. Oh, here’s one!”

A llama with a glittering red collar labelled “Sunny” stretched her neck out, nudging Milo with her long muzzle. “Please don’t spit on him,” Vinnie whispered. Sunny snorted, as if offended that she would do such a thing. Her thick orange wool glowed brightly, casting a slight tint on the wall behind her.

Milo gasped in surprise. Vinnie grinned and undid the latch to the pen. “It’s all in the name. Luminescent Llamas are, well, luminescent. Nobody knows why they glow. They just do,” he shrugged, placing Milo on Sunny’s back. He buried his face into the soft wool. Vinnie held him for just a moment longer to make sure he was steady, and slowly removed his hands.

“You wanna go for a llamaback ride? It’s like a horseback ride, but with llamas!” Sunny eagerly slipped her head into a bridle, allowing Vinnie to lead her into the nearby meadow. She grazed on the vegetation for a while, Milo kicking his legs against her sides to make her run.

“Gah!” he babbled.

“Wait until she’s done eating, Milo,” Vinnie said. Finally, Sunny rose to her full height and set off at a light trot. Milo held on to her long neck, his limbs catching in thick wool so he wouldn’t fall off. A ray of sunshine struck them so that Milo looked as though he was riding a flaming wave.  

“Okay, Milo. We have other sights to visit before seven-thirty,” Vinnie led Sunny back to her pen, removing the bridle. Milo leaned over too far and wound up dangling by one foot from Sunny’s side, saved from a nasty bump to the head by her wool. Vinnie quickly put the bridle on the hook and flipped Milo upright, disentangling her wool from his ankle.

“Thanks for letting him ride,” Vinnie fed Sunny a carrot, stroking her long nose. “Say goodbye, Milo!”

Milo reached out and stroked Sunny’s long nose. “Ba!” he said. His stomach growled.

Vinnie grinned. “Someone’s hungry! You wanna go pick berries in Minty Woods? Who am I kidding, of course you do!”

[jupitergames-if]

hi!! how would the ro’s react to the there’s only one bed trope? ty !!

ah, a classic

writing this in the crushing stage obvs

Alex

there's a good chance they've already shared a bed with you at some point, so it isn't new territory for them. the conversation flows, as it always does between you, and they're somehow reminded of your time at the academy together. but when the lights are out, they can't help but notice the warmth of you radiating against their arm, the quiet of your breath in the still dark. they wish you were here under different circumstances. they close their eyes and let themselves pretend, just for a moment.

Sam

they're overthinking everything. they're not a self-conscious person, but suddenly they're aware of every single movement they make. they don't like to be touched, especially when they're sleeping, so you thoughtfully place a pillow between the two of you. and they appreciate it, they do! they love that you're thinking about them and their boundaries, what you can do to make them more comfortable with the situation. they roll onto their side and stare at the faint white of the pillowcase in the dark. they appreciate it, but. . . they wish they could see your face instead.

Nereus

this is dangerous. even though he's facing away from you and as close to the edge as he can get without toppling off, it's not enough. he can't not sense you when you're this close to him. he can't ignore your presence and the way it feels like a warm hum in the back of his head. the way it feels good and right and so, so achingly familiar. he gets up, trying not to wake you. if he can't sleep, he might as well get some work done.

Katalina

she's delighted. so many jokes she can make, so many opportunities to tease you. she keeps you awake much later than you should be, laying on her stomach with her head propped up in her hands. she whispers to you in the dark and your laughter comes easier and easier as the time ticks by. she can almost imagine that this is just a sleepover between two friends. almost. when the two of you finally lay quiet, her chest feels warm. she sleeps better than she has in years.

[toestalucia]

wrong blog as per usual but ive been thinking about it again lately but. the way akira(&co) realizes owen wasnt responsible for nicholas entire thing during pt1....cuz owen enjoys being mean....so when he doesnt seem genuine with it it gives away something else is going on (owen actually not rmbring the situation), but its the entire thing of how much akira reads into their expressions (and the billion of lines of how theyre imaging a scene they were told or what someone must be feeling/thinking) & that brad mentions it during his entire speech during pt2 (along w akira asking him first if hes annoyed, when brad had more issue w akiras overthinking rather than the assignment itself)

[toestalucia]

I STILL have not watched versus&rising im gonna be honest with u BUT heavy heavy heaviest rising spoilers <33333333 (also main story spoilers

anyway im actually kind of worried about dad considering uh. rising casually having mom lore. like. 'i am your mother'. can u imagine releasing rising right after the most devastating story chs in gbf & us going to estalucia next update and being like 'hello heres ur mom. things are Not great and the implied dialogue is Hell'. fully understand all the 'rein.....O_O' comments they made on the rising streams JKBKADJD I GET IT NOOWWWWW (<-when it was released and my friend dm'd me asking me if i want spoilers)

like im sincereeeelllyyyyy hoping he's okay-ish but its also? if he went to estalucia for mom id like that. he returned to zinkenstill with a baby, and then left like 6-8 years later. i admittedly dont think he'd leave on a whim (theres also the part of how much happened ~10yrs ago). was the otherworld involved. was the kings eye involved. was mom dead before he returned to zinkenstill or. what is different in our timeline compared to the others (i saw one of the rising trailers and they use the bg art for the tree violet knight sits on in one of reins visions(??????)..................)

sorry risingers who r screaming that this is readily available knowledge IM GONNA WATCH THE STORY THIS MONTH I PROMISE i wanna pick up rein. i alrdy told kaitlyn that. but ill make it a separate blog cuz what the hell that is a SPOILER. but depending on it i might pick up dad too <-captain obsession

beyond hilarious baha made her goth tho. rein u r so fkng cool i love mothers u never couldve prepared me for mom to appear in the SIDEGAMES. theres a gran @ mom thing i rly wanna write. because to me theres certain things that gran doesnt want to hear from their parents? like..what happened happened.

GAMERS WHERE IS MY NOTES OF WALFRID TALKING ABOUT MOM had to grab it myself again

Walfrid: There's one more thing I need to apologize to you for. In all this talk about your father's journey, one piece of the puzzle has never been mentioned. You know what that is, don't you? I'm referring to your mother.

Walfrid: Yes, I know her very well. She was another great friend on our journey. In fact, she set off on the journey with your father right from the start. Gran: What kind of person was she? Walfrid: She was a compassionate woman, coming from a line of maidens who worshipped the god of the Sky Realm. Katalina: What? Then the maiden who sent Vyrn was… Walfrid: Yes, her. She lived in the same area as Gran's father. She grew up with her parents and younger sister in happiness. But then an incident compelled them to Vyrn and leave. (Taking cause and effect into consideration, this all dates back to when the sky was formed…) Vyrn: …? Walfrid shakes his head as if to dismiss his idle thoughts and returns to the topic at hand.

Walfrid: I have my reasons for not wanting to discuss that woman in too much detail. The truth is I don't know anything about her at present. As in I don't know where she is or what she's doing. I don't even know if she's safe.

Walfrid: But I have a feeling you will meet her at some point as your journey unfolds. You should prepare yourself for when that day arrives.

dialogues that lives in my head at all times

[jupitergames-if]

important relationship question. if mc and the ROs are playing a little competitive game (arm wrestling, connect four, thumb wars, etc) how do the ros act? who takes it way too seriously and gets very into it? who lets mc win to make them happy? etc

Alex

they’re not a super competitive person, but they are unfortunately good at everything they do so they very rarely lose :/ they’re also like..annoyingly nice about winning. definitely the kind of person who genuinely cheers their opponent on

Sam

they love board games, but have a hard time taking them seriously. honestly, they’re just happy to be here. if in a relationship with mc, they will try to distract them with terrible flirting

Nereus

will decimate you with a smile on his face. he takes an almost sadistic pleasure in absolutely obliterating people in clue or monopoly or go fish or whatever game he’s playing. very casual about losing, though

Katalina

the MOST competitive and the WORST at board games. she’s frothing at the mouth and losing severely every time. on the rare instances she wins, she acts like she’s the universal champion and her victory was inevitable lmao

[jupitergames-if]

Hi! If you don’t mind, could we get the ROs as Odysseus and the MC and Penelope? The ROs coming home after 20 years and realizing the MC waited for them?

please...i need to lie down..

Alex

After twenty years, home barely looks like home. The grass beneath their feet is not the same grass they stood on two decades earlier as you said your final goodbyes. But you. Oh, you. Your smile is the same, even if the skin at the corners of your eyes crinkles a little deeper.

The first thing they do as they come to a stop in front of you is take your hands and press them to their face. "You're here," they whisper into your palm. When they open their eyes, the same warm brown that you remember, a tear escapes and slips down their cheek. You brush it away with your thumb.

"Where else would I be?" you respond as if it's that simple.

Maybe it is.

They pull you to them and even if the both of you have been reshaped by all these years apart, you still fit together perfectly.

Sam

Their feet hit the ground running. The wind whips at their clothes as if trying to pull them back, but nothing, nothing could stop them from moving towards you. Always you. They don't need a compass when their heartbeat has been telling them exactly where they need to go for the last twenty years.

They call your name, not with hope, but with complete and utter faith.

If you had any worry that it's been too long, that you both had changed too much, it all dissipates when they catch sight of you.

They smile and it's like no time has passed at all. "You're here," they say as they draw to a stop in front of you.

"Did you ever have a doubt?"

Their hand is warm when they twine your fingers together, the lifelines on your palms a perfect mirror of each other.

"Never."

Nereus

After twenty years, there is no joy in his homecoming. How could there be, when his true home has long since left?

There's nothing here for him but ghosts.

He thinks he's alone, knows he's alone, so when the door opens, he flinches. And then he stares. A ghost, come to torment him—as if he needs help with that.

"Nereus?" you ask, voice wavering. He doesn't respond, so you're forced to be the one to close the distance between you. You slip your hand into his and a tremor runs through his arm.

It occurs to him that ghosts aren't warm. Now that you're closer he can see the fine lines at the corners of your eyes and mouth. You're older, he thinks with some surprise. Older and warm and alive.

"You're here," he says, finally. Then, as if saying the words made it real, he bends so that he can press his face into your neck. He can't cry, but a keening noise sounds from the back of his throat.

"There's nowhere else I could be." You close your eyes and squeeze his hand tighter—proof that you're real, that this moment is real, that everything between you is real.

Katalina

She's tired, but she's not angry anymore. She left that behind somewhere in the twenty years since she last saw you. Although she wishes you could have been there when she grew past the hurt, when she balled all of her fury up and tossed it into the ocean, she's made her peace with everything you never got to experience together.

But life goes on, and there will always be new experiences.

When you see her, she's smiling. There are streaks of silver running through her hair and she's a little softer around the edges—and god knows you've changed as well—but there's no hesitation when she takes you into her arms.

Oh, you think, because you'd almost forgotten what it felt like.

She pulls away enough to run her fingers over your cheek. "You're here," she says with quiet contentment as she studies your face, replacing the one in her memory with the one she can touch.

"I'm here."

The sound of your voice makes her smile again. Yes, many things are new, but this is eternal.

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i don't know how to love you - katalina lindbeck