#for the sake of prison cuddle buddies

[scarefox]

[ghostboneswrites2]

( prison timeline , fluff ) since im a big cat person, Daryl goes for a run and sees a kitten all shrivelled up in a corner of the store he was looting. The first thing that popped on his mind was reader considering her constant ramblings about how cute they are. He ofcourse couldnt see the vision though. So he took it in for reader's sake and had it cuddle up inside his vest while riding his motorcycle back.

Hello anon sorry for the wait 💕

Scraps

Warnings: none aside from the kitten being in bad condition when Daryl finds it ~ and mentions of dead bodies

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As the sun beat down on him, leeching sweat from his tanned skin, Daryl felt annoyed. His clothes were sticking to him and the stupid store he was meant to be looting smelled like rotten bodies, especially in this Georgian summer heat.

Nonetheless, he had a job to do. We all got jobs to do, as Beth would say. So, he tightened his bootstraps and stalked inside, suppressing a gas as he looked around at all the dead bodies that littered the floor. Up and down the aisles, he quickly realized the place had already been taken for everything it had. With hopes of finding something in the office behind the counter, he broke his way inside, only to find dusty surfaces and and old papers scattered about.

He guessed whoever ran the place wasn’t the organizational type. With a sigh he finally decided to check around back for anything of potential use. The dumpster was turned over sideways, old trash bouncing around in the barely noticeable breeze. He crouched down and peeked inside the sideways bin, squinting in the sunlight. He had almost gotten up and walked away when he heard it. A tiny, pathetic little squeak. He focused his eyes, and caught sight of a tiny little black fur ball.

“The hell?” He muttered as two big green eyes appeared against the pitch blackness of fur. He reached his long arm in and gripped the little thing, pulling it out to look it over. It was scrawny, probably barely hanging on. It’s fur was sticky and matted, and it’s tail had some kind of injury that stunk almost as much as the dead bodies inside. “Ya ain’t doin too hot out here, are ya buddy?” He said softly to the dirty little thing.

Daryl was torn. One one hand, he had no time for a fucking cat of all things. On the other hand, he could practically hear your incessant ranting about how much you loved cats, and how badly you wanted one.

“Nah.” He shook his head and set the little thing down, pouring some of his water in an old cup for it to drink. “Y/N won’t know.” He assured himself. How could you? It wasn’t like you were there.

He sighed and waved goodbye to the little kitty, who hadn’t touched the water, only stared at him as it shivered to itself. He went to turn away, but he realized that the cat was shivering in the middle of the summer. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes as he threw his head back in frustration. “God damn it.” He grumbled as he turned back and scooped up the little kitty and stomped back to his bike. “Fuckin’ cat.” He kept complaining to himself, all the while tucking the little kitty inside his vest and starting up his bike.

The trip back to the prison was longer than the ride to the little store. He had to steer with one hand as the little kitty was held snug against his chest by the other.

Back home, you were the first to greet him, as per usual. You thought he may have been hurt at first, as he didn’t typically ride his bike with one hand clutches to his chest. But, when he stood up and pulled a scraggly little kitten from inside his best, you practically screeched with excitement. He couldn’t get a single word in before you snatched the little baby up and looked it over.

“Where did you find this cutie?!” You asked.

“In a dump—“

“What’s its name?”

“Don’t have one—“

“What happened to its tail?”

“Damn it, will ya just listen?” He snapped, tired of you cutting him off. “I found it in a dumpster. Tails infected. Might not survive the night if—“

“Hershel!” You called out, skipping away from him as Rick strolled over to see what the commotion was.

“Was that a cat?” Rick asked with one eyebrow quirked up.

“Shut up.” Daryl glared, throwing one leg over his bone so he could properly go park it.

“What about the general store? It was empty?” Rick pressed on.

“Nothin’ but dead bodies and dying kittens.”

Later, when Daryl had parked and made his way inside, you were crouched over with Hershel examining the kitten, which Carl promptly named Scraps. Daryl caught the tail end of the examination.

“Well, I’ll need some supplies. Gonna need to amputate the tail, first. It’s necrotic. I’ll also need some antibiotics and some kitten formula. It can’t be more than a couple weeks old. It’s a miracle it’s survived this long without its mother.”

Your head snapped over to Daryl immediately, eyes big and watery at the idea that they couldn’t save the baby.

Hershel turned and looked at Daryl with a knowing look. Daryl groaned and shook his head.

“There’s a farmer supply store about a mile south of here. It should have everything we need if we wanna get this cat in good shape.” The old man told him.

“Just write me a damn list.” Daryl sighed as he went to gas up his bike.

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[writtendown-woundup]

Day 2 - Cuddles + Pirate!AU

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji from The Untamed (or MDSZ in general)

“You know, as the captain of this ship, some would argue you have obligations outside overseeing your prisoner.”

“Mm.”

“Some would also argue that stepping into said prisoner’s cell when he’s a felon in fifty countries is incredibly reckless.”

“Mm.”

There was a delicate little sigh, not at all frustrated and terrible at hiding the mirth beneath it. “For all your body heat, Lan Wangji, you are a terrible conversationalist.”

“I will leave, if that’s what you’re implying.”

Wei Wuxian, convicted criminal by day and cuddle buddy by night, snuggled back into Wangji’s chest with an undignified snort. “Like hells you will.”

He was infuriating.

Perhaps Wangji enjoyed it.

“What is it they call you now?” Wuxian asked innocuously. “The Bearer of Light?”

“Yes.”

“How haughty. I guess the captain of the Sunbeam should be appropriately named.” He tilted his head back, which surely must have caused him some sort of discomfort from the steepness of the angle, but the glinting grey of his eyes was too striking for Wangji to focus on much else. “Or, it’s because . . .”

Wangji waited patiently for context. Wuxian had never been fond of silence—not before he found himself a prisoner on the Sunbeam, and certainly not after.

“I hadn’t seen you in ten years,” he whispered.

Wangji’s heart suffered another fracture. Though running from memories did little good in one’s life, it was still painful to be reminded of that decade. If Wangji knew the fragility of his heart when he came to this man, it would always be painful.

“I thought I was lost for good. In more ways than one.” Wuxian pressed his forehead against Wangji’s neck. “I don’t say this enough, but—thank you.”

“You don’t owe me thanks.”

“Don’t I?” Because Wuxian was arguably the other piece of his soul—what a time to have that revelation—it was not difficult to imagine the wry, demeaning smile decorating his otherwise handsome face. “Because I seem to have only caused you trouble since the day we met. And yet you’re always there, guiding me, whether I want your help or not.”

“You always want me help,” Wangji argued. “You just don’t accept it.”

Wuxian slapped his hand to his heart as if he’d been struck there. “How cruel.”

“Honest.”

“Of course you couldn’t tell the difference.”

But Wangji only smiled to himself—though, really, Wuxian almost definitely knew about it—and looped his arms tighter around Wuxian.

“Do you fear the dark?”

They were in the darkest corner of the cabins. No one cared to light lamps for a prisoner of such little regard as Wuxian, a slight which was equal parts childish and convenient. This close to the belly of the ship, there were no windows. Even the sun had gone to bed. Wei Wuxian was no stranger to the dark. Neither of them was, in truth, but there was no denying Wuxian’s blood ran a deeper hue than Wangji’s; there was no equivalent in Wangji’s life of the ten years Wuxian had spent chained to the deepest trench in the ocean.

And yet. Wuxian grinned up at him, loosely gripping Wangji’s wrists, and settled into a more comfortable position. “I have all the light I could ever need or want, Lan Zhan.”

A sequence of flames were lit inside him, from his ears to his neck to his heart, each of them burning brighter than the last. This was the light he bore, he thought. The light that was born from the love of someone who best knew the dark, yet strived for something else. Something more.

Wuxian’s even breaths gave Wangji a moment’s confidence to kiss the top of his head and say, “You are brighter than any star, Wei Ying. Remember that. If not for your sake, then for mine.”

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[askthetotallynotcampcamp]

So it wasnt working so I'll write here now!

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David: okay *puts him down and tucks him in* goodnight! *is being a literal dad*

Jasper: *slow claps*

Space Kiddo: *i am asleep*

David: *turns around* what are you clapping for

Jasper: you should do that for me *😳*

David: you want me to tuck you in? *crosses his arms*

Jasper: duh, isn’t that what i just asked for

David: if you say so! *walks over to him*

Jasper: lay with me *👀👀👀*

David: alrighty!! *lays down*

Jasper: dang thanks *sl33p*

Space kid: *literally sobbing at like 4 in the morning*

David: *wakes up and sits up* hey buddy what's wrong??

Space Kid: what if the moon landing was fake :(

David: *walks over to the bed and sits down* I promise, it wasnt fake! It

happened! And it was amazing!

Space Kid: :0 were you there?

David: well no, but I saw it on tv and it blew my mind!

Space Kid: :000 WOAH!!

Jasper: ughhh stop yelling about the dumb moon- *😔😔*

Space Kid: The moon isn’t dumb!!

David: shhhhh

Jasper: it’s literally four in the morning why are you even awake you’re like, 2

Space Kid: Am not!

David: he is actually 6 1/2!

Jasper: wow i’m so proud of him- it’s too early for this crap u g h *sl33p*

Space Kid: *😔*

David: hes just tired so dont listen to him! Your space stuff is not stupid, it's really cool!

Space Kid: *:DD*

David: now, you need to get some sleep mister! *smiles*

Space Kid: okie dokie!!! *sl33p*

David: *goes back into thy bed*

Jasper: that was so l o u d

David: well he was concerned about the moon!

Jasper: it’s a big rock in the sky, big deal

David: oh stop- that kid is obsessed with space

Jasper: it’s literally 4:45 am that’s so poop

David: well nothing was really planned for tomorrow so everyone can sleep in

Jasper: good-

David: *lays on jasper* jasp, I'm bored

Jasper: homie i’m tired

David: then go to sleeeeeeeeep *kisses his cheek*

Jasper: stay with me :(((

David: okay I will! *has his head laying on his chest*

Jasper: *pat pat* okie dokie

David: goodnight honey *kiss:)*

Jasper: *smooch* *sl33p*

-like idk 10 am-

David: *cuddling his amazing rad boyfriend*

Jasper: *a w a k e n* i am aWAKE

David: huh..*wake up but v tired* oh hi jasp

Jasper: hi dork *sm00ch*

Space Kid: i am awake

David: good morning space kid *yawn*

Space Kid: hello!! *leaps down* i’m gonna go see what everyone is up to :”)) *speed*

David: yep okay...you do that *super tired*

Jasper: *s sits up* are you still tired?

David: maybeeeeeee

Jasper: *smooch smooch* go to sleep!

David: *hug* okayyyyyy

Jasper: I’m gonna go make sure the camp doesn’t burn down and help Gwen with the children, come out when you’re done sleeping!! *l e a p*

-4 hours later-

David: *wakes up and gets dressed then walks outside* hello!

Jasper: hello hello!

Nikki: David didn’t die!!

David: jasper did you tell them I died or something-

Jasper: nonono, i told them you DIDNT die

Nikki: We thought you got murdered!

David: I was sleeping-

Jasper: of course you were *pat pat*

Space kid: *runs up to david and hugs him* thank you for helping me last light

David: awe *picks him up and puts him on his shoulders*

Space Kid: WEEEE IM IN SPACE!!

Neil: No you fucking aren’t!

David: hey....language!

Cameron: *is here* i escaped prison

David: Mr Campbell you're back!!

Jasper: oh for fucks sake-

Space Kid: Howdy mr campbell!

David: Mr Campbell, we have a new counselor! Jasper, the best counselor!

Cameron: The kid who almost died? You forgot about that, right?

Jasper: *>:(*

David: wait- jasper almost died? When?!

Cameron: oh a long time ago, you know, with the explosives

Jasper: let’s not fucking talk about this *>:(*

David: mr campbell..did you actually go to disney with your hot wife and family...or was that a lie

Cameron: you see, that’s what you’ll tell the children’s families if they ever come to visit *pat pat*

David: alrighty Mr Campbell!

Jasper: oh great this camp is still shady and shit and it still sucks, wowie

Max: relatable content

David: huh? Mr Campbell, what are you not telling me!? You cant just take me for some stupid 24 year old counselor! *crosses his arms*

Cameron: yes i can

Jasper: Davey, I’ll tell you later

David: well mr campbell, I could just quit.. and then you wont have a gullible counselor!

Cameron: you wouldn’t do that- you’re too gullible

David: oh yes I would! *puts spacekid down*

Nerris: david you arent serious right?

Jasper: David you can’t just leave-

Gwen: David-

David: I've been lied to this entire time, from someone I looked up to!

Cameron: *thinks shyly*

Gwen: oh for fucks sake-

Max: *😳😳* *😔😔*

[i-am-pask]

klance dream I had a while ago pt 2

For what felt like hours, he ran down every hall and the device Pidge snuck on him hadn’t beeped once. It was useless. He groaned frustratedly, turning on the radio again. 

“Pidge your—” he stopped when he heard a dull, rhythmic beeping over the static. So, he’ll just have to deal with the static. Wonderful. He sighed. “Never mind.”

He followed the device, making turns and having to turn back around when the beeping slowed down.

Finally, he was led to a hallway that split into two. He could see prison doors down the hall to the left, but when he started running towards them, the beeping slowed. He furrowed his eyebrows and retreated back to where the hallways intersected. He contemplated retracing his steps all the way back, in case he missed something, but his instincts told him to take the empty hall. So he started walking. The heat signature module was increasing in speed rapidly until it was almost a solid ringing in his ears. He looked up, looking around the hall.

There was nothing. No door, no hatch, not even a window. He practically growled to himself. The device was as useless as it could get. It led him to a dead end. He glared angrily at the wall to his right, desperately wanting to punch it, but resorted to slapping a hand against it. He glared at the ground between his arms and agitatedly tapped where in morse code on the wall. He clenched his teeth, wishing he could burn holes through metal with his glare. 

When he looked up, he noticed something different about the wall, like there was a small dent in it. If it was a dent, it was evidence of a weak point in the wall. He narrowed his eyes and looked closer, pressing a finger to it to see if it was a dent.There was a click, like a lock unlocking, and a grinding sound. He turned around, finding a section of wall on the opposite side sliding open to a room no bigger than a broom closet.

“Lance!” he gasped, dropping to his knees, looking at him and not knowing what to do. The new red paladin looked up at him, miserable, as if he couldn’t see him. That’s when Keith took in his full appearance.

He was bruised, bloody, dirty, tied up, gagged and stark naked. Cuts, scratches, burns, bruises, scars and dirt covered his bare body. For a moment, a flash of surprise crossed Lance’s face before the broken and hopeless expression returned.

Keith swallowed, biting his lip and gently putting a hand on Lance’s leg, where there seemed to be a pretty intensive injury. “Can you walk?” Suddenly Lance’s lip started trembling and his eyes watered. Hope flickered back in his eyes and he stared at Keith through tears and mumbled what Keith guessed was his name through the gag. Untying the gag from his mouth, he did a once over of his face. Keith’s first thought was they had blinded him, but he didn’t think that was the case anymore. Everything seemed to be fine.

“You came,” Lance muttered with a soft, shuddering voice. 

“Of course I did, you idiot,” Keith replied, his voice shaking a bit with a soft smile, taking out his marmora blade and cutting the rope tying his wrists, ankles and every other part of his body. Lance continued to stare at Keith, as if he wasn’t real. Keith stood and offered him his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

He smiled, lip still trembling and took Keith’s hand. He pulled him up and he weakly limped over to Keith, who wrapped Lance’s arm over his shoulder.

“I’ve got him,” Keith said into the com. “When we get back, uh, have a change of clothes—”

“Blanket,” Lance muttered quietly. “Just a blanket.” Keith furrowed his eyebrows hesitantly. 

“Have a blanket ready,” He corrected and turned off the radio so he didn’t have to hear the beeping or the static. They started back the way Keith came. Lance didn’t have the strength, nor a leg he could use to help them go faster.

As they turned the corner, a squad of centuries turned the corner on the other side. Keith bit his lip and looked around panickedly. 

“Sorry,” Keith said quietly to Lance. “I’ve got to run.” Lance smiled, but didn’t reply and held onto Keith tighter. Keith took that as Lance bracing himself and broke into a sprint, running back down the hallway he found Lance in.

A few centuries turned the corner in front of them, coming right at them. Keith saw no other option than to fight them one handed. He tightened his grip on Lance and summoned his bayard, slashing through the first one that came near them. He stabbed and slashed through them, seeing a laser fly past his head from behind. He turned around, bringing out his shield on the arm he was holding Lance with to protect him. Keith twisted, running a century through with his bayard. 

“We won’t be able to get out of here if we don’t get rid of those guys,” Keith said. Lance reached for Keith’s bayard. 

“Give it.”

“Lance, are you crazy?” he demanded, pulling it away and blocking a shot. “You’re injured to who knows what extent. You’ll only hurt yourself more.”

“Keith,” he said desperately. “My bayard is a gun. Let me help.”

Keith glanced behind him, seeing the scattered parts of the centuries he demolished. He glanced back at Lance, who was staring at him desperately. He sighed and reluctantly handed Lance the bayard. Instantly, it transformed into the energy rifle. He grinned, turning around, balancing with Keith’s help, and shooting at the small squad of centuries with one hand on the gun. Within seconds, the centuries were obliterated. Keith stared at him wide eyed. He never really took the time to admire Lance in his zone, and he was glad he finally did.

Lance groaned and winced, dropping his arm and favoring his shoulder. He handed back the black bayard. When he saw Keith staring at him worriedly, he grinned reassuringly through his wince. “I’ve felt worse.” 

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They found the pod loading bay and Keith ran to the closest one. 

“The pod I came in was destroyed,” Keith explained when Lance didn’t see any of the lions.

“You came by yourself?” he asked weakly. He limped toward the pod and, with Keith’s help, climbed in, sinking into the seat and growing obviously weaker.

Keith shrugged, getting ready to jump in himself. “I’ll explain later.” An energy blast shot past Keith’s head, hitting the pod next to his hand. He jumped, climbing into the pod as fast he could. 

He slammed his hand on the button and closed the hatch. Keith shoved the controls forward, jerking the pod forward and through the bay doors.

Even with the slowness of the pod, Keith managed to maneuver around them and made it to the border. Surprisingly, they passed through easily, almost too easily. Maybe Zarkon wasn’t notified after all.

It didn’t matter though, he had Lance and they were heading back to the castle.Lance groaned, sliding down in the seat. 

Keith glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and put a hand on his good knee. 

“Hang in there, we’ll get there soon.” Lance looked at Keith, almost disbelieving. 

“Thank you.” Keith didn’t reply, he shouldn’t be thanking him yet. They weren’t to safety yet. “Not for saving me,” he said, earning a glance from Keith. Lance was smiling tiredly at the sky. “For coming to get me in general…” He closed his eyes and relaxed. If it wasn’t for the gentle rise and fall of his bare chest, Keith would’ve thought he died. Whatever he went through on that ship, it was mentally taxing on him and he deserved the peaceful rest.

The entire time, Keith tried not to look at Lance. Not because he was cut up and burned, but because of other reasons.After a few minutes of peaceful silence, Lance suddenly jerked awake, causing Keith to jump as he scrambled into a seated position, breathing heavily. 

Keith turned to look at him worriedly. He took a shuddering breath, pulling his knees towards his chest.Keith opened his mouth to ask if he was okay, but decided against it. 

For the next few minutes, he noticed, it looked like Lance was hiding from him. It broke his heart, the boy couldn’t even sleep peacefully.

Finally Keith put a hand on Lance’s back, making him jump. 

“You’re alright, we’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The control room doors hissed and opened. Keith helped Lance limp into the room. Immediately, Shiro wrapped the blanket around Lance, who smiled gratefully.

“Welcome back, buddy,” Hunk grinned, hugging him tightly. Lance winced, but hugged him back.  He winced, but hugged back.

“Our goofball’s back,” Pidge laughed, noticing his wince and gently elbowing Lance’s arm.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Shiro smiled.

Lance’s smile fell. “I wouldn’t say that.” Everyone’s smiles fell as well, looking at each other. Lance indicated to the stairs. “Help me sit.”

Keith helped him over to the steps, carefully sitting him on the top step. He pulled the blanket around him tighter, cuddling into himself and taking a deep breath.

“Lance you don't have—”

“I need to,” he replied. “For my own sake...please.”

They all looked at each other, reluctantly falling silent.

“Haggar pulled me from Red during the battle,” he said, they started to object to him telling them now. “No, I want to...they interrogated me. They tortured me.They beat me, b-b-burned me, c-cut m-m-me—” he shuddered a little, unable to get the words out. Everyone waited patiently. He finally looked up at all of them with teary eyes. “T-they r- They all looked at each other, feeling sorry for him.Tied m-me up and rrape-d...m-me...”

The room went dead silent. It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the castle and was slowly suffocating them. Lance looked down at his hands, tears suddenly rolling down his cheeks.

Anger didn’t begin to describe what Keith felt for the Galra. He was almost so angry he felt numb, which was never a great feeling. He was prepared to lead the team to Zarkon and destroy him. Hell, he’d go and do it himself. He could feel that same anger rolling off his friends. Maybe not the Alteans, considering they weren’t from Earth and wouldn’t understand.

But when Keith saw Lance’s face, he realized that wasn’t what he needed right then. What he needed was his friends and to be reassured that they were there.

So Keith was the first one to step up, sitting next to him and wrapping him in a comforting hug. “It’s not your fault,” he said quietly, looking up at Shiro for help comforting him. He felt so out of his element.

Hunk sat on the other side of him, hugging both Keith and Lance. “Yeah, man,” he said. “You’re alright, you’re home.”

“Well, it may not be your home,” Pidge said, sitting in front of Hunk. “but you’re here with us.”

Shiro and Allura crouched in front of him, smiling comfortingly. “They’re right, you know,” Allura said. “This may not be your home on Earth, but it’s your home when you’re here.”

Lance bust out laughing, looking up at them. “Sorry,” he said, smiling brightly. “I’ve spent all that time convincing myself you all were figments of my imagination to keep from breaking.” A small sob escaped his throat. “It...feels unreal.”

They all stayed silent, letting him take in the moment of having them all there for the first time in weeks. He looked down at his hands again.

“She would…” he trailed off, gathering his thoughts. “She would show me illusions of you coming to save me.” Keith winced visibly. He knew he was talking about him specifically, especially after he said “you came” in the happiest voice he’d heard from Lance. “Except instead of saving, you told me how much of a failure I was as a paladin. You told me I didn’t deserve to pilot a lion, that I was weak and useless.”

Keith stared at him, wide eyed. Did he believe that he’d actually say those things to him?

“That’s why Red never went after you,” Allura muttered. We all looked at her, waiting for her to explain. “You started to believe it. She didn’t come after you because you didn’t believe you were worthy.”

He lowered his eyes.

“Lance, I would never tell you that you’re a failure or weak and useless,” Keith said, searching his face for any sign that he didn’t believe Keith would actually say those things. “You know that, don’t you?”

He avoided Keith’s eyes. “She wasn’t wrong,” he finally said. “Haggar, I mean. I am the weakest of you all.”

“Lance, what are you talking about?”

“Of course you aren’t.”

“Lance—”

Keith grabbed his chin, forcing him to look Keith in the eyes. “No,” he said sternly. “you’re not. Without you, I would be dead a million times over because of my stupid impulses. The team would be dead a million times over because of me. Millions of lives would be lost. Even if you are obnoxious at times, you still know when to pull it together. You were the first paladin—chosen by the blue lion and the red lion. We were all given our lions. ” Keith let go of Lance’s face, but Lance kept staring him in the eyes. Keith’s own stare softened. “You’re just as valuable as any of us.”

Before Keith realized what was happening, Lance pressed his lips to Keith’s. Keith’s eyes widened, staring at him and his heart jumped. He felt a small blush creeping up his cheeks.

He pulled away, blushing lightly and smiling. “This whole thing made me realize that life’s too short to dwell on the future and what could happen.”

Keith smiled and, without hesitation, pulled Lance’s face towards him, kissing him gently. His lips lingered on Lance’s before he pulled away fully. They smiled at each other, hearts swelling.

“God, took you guys long enough,” Hunk sighed.

Hunk said.

Pidge stood up, stretching and heading towards the door. “Well, it looks like Lance is going to be okay. If you need me, I’m in the lab.”

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part three is next

[applegelstore]

So we (=my sister plays, I watch her and do other stuff besides) have finally marathoned through Tales of Berseria (only the post-game sidequests left). So here’s excerpts of my final verdict (mostly in contrast to Zesty because sorry but I can’t help it. Plus, it’s the prequel for Maotelus’ sake). Cut for massive length and very heavy spoilers, obviously! No reviews, though, just incoherent ramblings. Many, many incoherent ramblings.

-The plot is indeed kinda more exciting than Zestiria. Which isn’t particularly hard. I mean there are many reasons why I love Zestiria, but the plot (and the villains) sure aren’t one of them. The plot was kinda just… there and didn’t do any harm, but honestly I could just have watched a 200 episode show of plotless party banter and would have enjoyed it just the same. The plot in neither game makes particularly much sense, tho.

-I have a billion questions and somehow most of them concern Zaveid’s gun in both games. Like, how does it actually work? It separates fusings, but it’s the basis for the invention of the armatus? Apparently it also boosts magic? Idk. And where does it come from? Let me guess, there was that super advanced sci-fi-civilization that lived on the planet like 20 000 years ago and is now forgotten *insert dramatic music here*

-How on earth did Velvet get out of that volcano…? But as long as Morgrim is safe, I’m good.

-On that note, Velvet literally screaming WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!! at the volcano made me kinda happy

-whenever she has facepalm/I’m so done/I’m surrounded by idiots moments, I feel her very much

-Despite the headscratchers, I’m totally digging the Berseria/Zestiria worldbuilding, like hell

-Sue me but I still like the Zestiria characters lightyears better than the Berseria characters. Mostly because they’re funnier, more relatable, and also because I honestly don’t like the Darker and Edgier trope. But also because the costume designs are goddamn awful, Magilou is an obnoxious pest, and it takes Eleanor far too many hours of game play to get that other people than abbey members have human rights (I ended up liking her in the end but honestly getting there was a pain). BTW yes, Velvet, Phi and Eleanor probs have more dramatic changes in personality over the course of the game than the Zesty squad combined, but can anybody explain to me what kind of character development Eizen, Rokurou and Magilou display? …Thought so. Also, no, dramatic 180° turn character development is NOT a prerequisite for good character writing in my opinion, thank you very much. I also think that mental breakdowns aren’t a prerequisite, just in case you were wondering. I’m honestly not a big fan of the Heroic B.S.O.D. trope, although there might be some exceptions where I thought it was well done. I still prefer to do without.

-At least I can tolerate Magilou and Eleanor now that the former got a backstory and the latter finally learned how not to be a dick

-Phi’s constant complaints that he doesn’t want to be treated like a child (I’ve got bad news for you sweetie, you’re TEN) do horrible things to my headcanon that he simply stays physically 10 for eternity, but don’t think I’d give up too soon

-however, I guess we can establish that he plays splatter games with a burning passion

-I am very glad that the monster doggies and the monster bird are safe and sound in the epilogue

-WHERE IS FIRE MUM

-How on earth do people defend the opinion that Berseria was less of a button smasher game than Zestiria?? Because honestly in Zestiria I never managed to win battles by doing nothing but frantically smashing X/Square/Triangle/Circle without any plan or order.

-THE BATTLE CAMERA IS SO MUCH BETTER THO I can control it freely! Oh bless the new camera. I want that so hard in Zestiria. It would help a bunch.

-the equipment upgrade and drop system is also a billion times more effective in the sense that you don’t have to carefully plan your fusings (guess who’s always too lazy to do that) and fruitlessly try to farm the drops for that for hours (guess who’s too lazy for that as well, and also helplessly underlevelled because she’s so lazy and ends up with bosses one or two hitting an armatus even on normal mode *coughs*). Bless.

-I mean the new equipment system in Berseria is basically Final Fantasy IX but for lazy noobs. There’s ups and downs to that, I guess?

-Meirchio is so goddamn pretty, I didn’t even realise that in ToZX. Guess I was distracted by how bad the trainwreck is. Anyway I love everything about this town

-Aball and its surroundings incl. Taliesin also deserve awards

-the dungeons and field areas weren’t anymore interesting than Zestiria, tho

-btw Aball=Avalon? Magical apple island and stuff? Just asking because honestly some of the Arthurian references are pretty obscurely named (it took me quite a while to get the Lastonbell=Glastonbury reference, too, trollolol. Anyone else reminded of Good old Ah! My Goddess translation sins? I mean, come on… Verdandi to Belldandy? Apparently, correctly transcribing Roman letters into Japanese script is even more difficult than Ancient Avarost)

-Morgrim, let me love you, please take all my blessings, you are purrfectly pleasantly plump and I want to cuddle you and give you kisses

-why exactly was Shigure one of the bad guys?? It still escaped me after we cut him in half, sacrificed his soul to some ancient deity, and killed his deceased, reincarnated, dragonised mum

-speaking of which, is it really clever to use the souls of your mortal enemies to revive gods that you want to be on your side!?

-anyway, screw you, Melchior, in particular

-Bienfu is a strong contender for most annoying mascot ever and I still wanted to throw him into the ocean hours into the game. I swear if I have to hear him yell BIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN just once more in my life I’m gonna punch the screen.

-I’m with Jude on the pengyons. I mean I guess killing and eating them is preferable to killing them but not eating them, but still. Everyone speaks about representation, where’s my representation? Is there a single JRPG in which at least one of the playable characters is a vegetarian?

-I was surprised how much I enjoyed the Jude and Milla cameo, cracktastic as it was. Milla was actually my favourite in Xillia, although I had and still have severe problems with her character. But here I only saw of her what I love about her, and it made me happy. You go, Milla

-The skit writing with the constant “all males are perverts”, “all women are deceitful whores” and “men and women are fundamentally different and will never understand each other or be friends unless they’re incestuous siblings” is goddamn awful, period.

-apparently if your vessel becomes malevolent even the tiniest bit (no need to go full tainted), that physically hurts your malak/seraph. I’m glad that doesn’t happen in Zesty.

-Zaveid. Buddy. I feel sorry for you. But it also kinda shocks me how fast you get over your girlfriend’s death. I also have bad news: Eizen’s little sister will still look like a 12-year-old in a 1000 years from now. I actually hope you’re NOT into that.

-btw Zaveid and Eizen jump from mortal enemies to true name basis pretty fast holy shit

-I wouldn’t have minded more Aifread’s Pirates shenigans and nobody is surprised

-I want the cracktastic enemy book back

-I want my elemental powers back. Fuck this don’t ya try to talk down my beloved Magical Dragqueen mode IT’S THE POWER OF LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE y’ignorants

-dear malak NPCs, thank you for establishing that the abbey version armatus is a sucky beta version which will be replaced with the awesome real thing in a couple of centuries, and will eventually symbolise harmony between humans and malakhim. Bonus points for carrying along the motherfucking Galahad ruins bow to drive home the point

-I’m a little too amused by the fact that the ending credit cards are a “everyone’s happy, nobody ever died, and everybody’s friends with each other” AU

-uhm, guys? Did they give Artorius’ sword to Sorey’s gay pride armatus in the anime? I didn’t like it even back then but now I hate it even more, pls no

-I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want Sorey back I want

-I know there will never be a Zestiria sequel because it didn’t sell well enough for that, but just in case: the only premise I’ll accept is “Phi, Sorey and Mikleo free Velvet from her prison and finally tear Innominat apart for good”. I don’t know how that would work without killing Velvet and Phi, but hey, I’m sure we’re gonna find a solution because it’s as JRPG and all we need is the POWER OF LOVE *dundundundun*

Everyone is happy. Also what is this “reborn Malakhim aren’t the same people they died as anymore” crap, don’t give me this heartbreak material you assholes

-is it wrong if I wanna play Zestiria after finishing Berseria? Actually, we would have gotten there far sooner if I hadn’t insisted taking breaks so I could play a few hours of Zestiria in between. Whoops.

-my sister was worried that Phi would miss his auntie Velvet very much and suggested Sorey and Mikleo should adopt him once the sweet baby slumber party is over. At this point I’m wondering whether I should give her fanfic recs to brighten her days, or whether that will cause her to forever ban me from her Playstation and refuse to cook for me ever again

-after watching the Zesty DLC, she also told me: “I don’t know what was the point of it, but Rose and Alisha were very cute.” She’s on the path to righteousness.