#he MIGHT eventually down the line and he would definitely consider it if it meant keeping his siblings safe

[stomach-rental]

Kin aasign Will or I explode immediately /j

William James Rowe is... Lorethan "Reth" McKinely! 🍰🌿

Both of them are so, so kind and sweet to others. Will has an engineering degree and has a background as working to be a medic in rescuing people, while Reth himself does quite a bit of his own engineering and learns how to create his own machines and tools to survive outside of the society he lives in. He also ends up having to figure out a way to save a child's life who was badly injured, and ends up eventually adopting her as his own little sister. They both have deep connections to the earth and the environment, and do a lot of work to try to save it from other people's destruction.

They are both a bit unstable emotionally in their own ways, though Will's nervousness and self doubt stim directly from the Eating Louis issue (as well as his betrayal from his past partners, but that's not relevant here). Reth isn't really nervous about a Single Thing and instead has general worries about...almost everything, being easily emotional and wanting to make sure people are safe, but second guessing everything until he becomes overwhelmed.

One thing is for sure that Reth has a leg up on, though, and that's that his society (Katterax) actually...does the whole eating people semi-regularly. It's not done ALL the time, but the fact that drakath bodies are made of shifting substance that is incredibly durable means that they can easily change to be able to be eaten by another and be completely safe through the whole process! It's actually something done by some especially disabled Drakaths whose bodies cannot easily live outside of specific environments because they can't form the organs that other Drakaths do. While this whole eating process can be done in many ways and for many reasons, it's most commonly done as a way to be close and intimate with another, without it really being sexual (think a form of deeper kissing, cuddling, etc.), so...Reth would not be nearly as phased or worried about Will's issues and honestly would be a bit confused about what the big deal was.

William James Rowe belongs to @peachnewt and her series, Getting in Deep! The lanky noodle of a guy belongs to me and my story, Their Scattered Hosts.

[guardianofnightmares]

Attack

“And remember: there is enough fuel in those rods for couple of maneuvers and a descent. That’s it.” Blitzwing said in a stern tone while adjusting some screws on minibot’s backplates. “I highly recommend you to not stray far away from your group for too long.”

He knew that his companion was not that reckless to go on adventures of his own on a battlefield, but it’s still difficult not to worry about mechs’ safety. Even if the targeting systems of an Autobots’ flagship "Endeavor" were supposed to be down by the beginning of an operation, its guns would still be working at full capacity.

Chances of being shot by a random plasma beam were still pretty high.

“I know, Blitzwing, I know,” said minibot sighed in defeat. His spirits were not that much higher than everyone else’s lately.

“But hey,” He continued, “Even if I wanted to, I doubt Megacon would allow me to go sightseeing without him… And if I indeed managed to do just that, my fear of withering away from his lecture about my recklessness definitely outweighs the fun of getting into troubles.”

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Phew, third entry for the @blitzbee-week event has arrived at last. Prompt of a third day was "Attack", which turned out to be quite an interesting one to create a piece for. Eventually, I've decided to picture a scene of preparations for one of first major battles in a story of mine. Considering a fact that a mentioned scene takes place at the beginning of a second part/volume of a fanfic, I found it to be a good opportunity to show an evolution of relationship between characters (at least in comparison to previous entries).

Fanfic the scene is taken from is called "TFA: Icarus". You can read it by following a [link] for the series "folder" which also includes an existing teaser (future prologue) for a story. The updates are slow, I know, I am sorry for a delay, I was very busy with a job of mine lately and I do not know when the situation will change for better. Despite all of it, I'm still deeply grateful for every subscription and "like" you leave under works for this project of mine. Know that I see and appreciate every kind gesture of yours).

As always, if anyone is interested to know what's going on "behind the scenes" of a picture, I will provide the full snippet of a depicted interaction under a cut line. Hope you'll enjoy it. Especially those of you, who read previous "chapters" of mine, for you might find a reference here to one of them ;)

Bumblebee finally glanced at a Decepticon sitting on his haunches behind his back. The Warframe’s been checking on a Cybertronian analogue of a humans’ “parachute” for the last half of megacycle, trying to secure the massive carcass on a frame it was not meant to be worn by. 

“How’s it looking?” The Bot asked. Not out of vanity, for once, but rather out of practicality - a bleak, outdated “jetpack” was the smallest one they could salvage, and it’s still way too big for a mech of Bumblebee’s proportions. Several kilograms of metal more and it’d have begun to tip a yellow colored Autobot over. 

“… It’ll have to do.” 

A brisk, honest and not so uplifting answer. But, come to think of it, Bumblebee would’ve been more surprised to hear a reassuring comment coming from a Triplechanger. 

A notion that Bumbler was capable of periodically predicting Con’s responses almost made him chortle. The possibility of his team forming a bond with Warframes over the course of a stellar cycle after an escape from Cybertron was improbable at best. And yet, there they were - trying to work as a single unit despite ever present old grudges. 

For a goal they were fighting for together against a common foe was more important than any of their just (and unjust) beliefs. 

“And remember: there is enough fuel in those rods for couple of maneuvers and a descent. That’s it.” Blitzwing said in a stern tone while adjusting some screws on minibot’s backplates. “I highly recommend you to not stray far away from your group for too long.”

He knew that his companion was not that reckless to go on adventures of his own on a battlefield, but it’s still difficult not to worry about mechs’ safety. Even if the targeting systems of an Autobots’ flagship "Endeavor" were supposed to be down by the beginning of an operation, its guns would still be working at full capacity.

Chances of being shot by a random plasma beam were still pretty high.

“I know, Blitzwing, I know,” said minibot sighed in defeat. His spirits were not that much higher than everyone else’s lately.

“But hey,” He continued, “Even if I wanted to, I doubt Megacon would allow me to go sightseeing without him... And if I indeed managed to do just that, my fear of withering away from his lecture about my recklessness definitely outweighs the fun of getting into troubles.”

The last comment earned him a snort from a companion.

“Yes, he tends to do exactly that. You’d be insanely lucky if that was the only punishment coming upon your helm,” Blitzwing agreed in a more lighthearted tone. “Especially since, it seems, Megatron’s already figured out where someone prefers to spend their shift at once in a while.”

“…what do you mean by that?” Bumblebee asked worriedly after a short lived pause - he could almost “see” a smirk plastered across Blitzwing’s faceplates with the back of his own helm. And if he’s learnt anything about a Con over the last orbital cycles, it’s that him being smug never promised anything good for a yellow and black Bot. 

“Let’s just say that if a certain hiding spot is indeed real, I’ll make sure to send you energon treats during a “home arrest” of yours.” Blitzwing mused out loud. A followed groan full of despair, which came from a small mech, made Blitzwing slip an amused laugh. 

And here a minibot hoped that Megatron would be any different than a so-called Bossbot of his. 

---

Soon after the Trpilechanger’s done everything he could in order to make Bumbler’s descent to a flagship safer, a huge figure appeared at an entrance to a bay. Bumbler noticed a newcomer only when a said mech contacted him via personal comlink, voice commanding yet devoid of usual rasp undertones. 

“Time to go, minibot,” Megatron announced, as if wanting to make sure that his arrival was interpreted as a sign to wrap preparations up. It made both Cybertronians to pause their conversation and to look up at an arrived Decepticon. 

The red and grey mech stood with his servos being clasped behind his back, polished shoulder pauldrons proudly shining under a warm artificial light. One of his chest plates bared signs of a recent scuffle at one of remote outposts - the right side was adorned with a fresh wielding patchwork, performed by Ratchet himself, which hid an ugly and deep scar. 

The sight of a quickly healing wound reminded Bumblebee of an amusing memory he’d witnessed in a medbay the other day - Ratchet and Megatron bickering with each other about who’s a true madmech between two of them, while a medic was performing mentioned repairs. The fact that a Warlord received an injury during a rescue of a red and white Autobot, who stayed behind in order to cover their team’s escape, seemed to slip out of both of their processors. Ratchet was nigh unstoppable in his fury, and it seemed that Megatron’s finally found someone who could rival his own stubbornness. Something, all members of a team were certain of, both older mechs secretly admired about each other. 

With raised up spirits, minibot quickly picked up a bag of tools, which laid near a working bench, and waved goodbye to a Triplechanger, who stayed behind to tidy a working place up. 

Blitzwing couldn’t hear what his two comrades were talking about while standing at an exit to a bay, but he could still observe the interaction between them. 

The height difference between mechs was ridiculous. It became especially obvious when Megatron lowered himself to a ground in order to access electronic panel of a “jetpack”, while Bumblebee was checking on contents of a bag of his. To Blitzwing, the scene almost resembled the way human parent would interact with their child after meeting them from an educational establishment back on Earth. Come to think of it, Bumbler looked like a sparkling in comparison to all of Warframes, which made the situation even more amusing in Blitzwing’s optics. 

After switching on needed components, the grey Decepticon activated a program in his own engine’s software. Both mechs synchronized recently updated broadcasting frequencies of their flying gear, and the “jetpack” came to life with a faint glow of its side lights.

A model of a “parachute” may have looked old, but the technology behind an outdated surface was something to be proud of. As if to prove a point, Megatron shifted his wings from side to side, up and down. Minibot whirled his head around just in time to see his own wings mirroring movements of his larger partner with a barely there delay. Created during an expansion of territories on foreign planets, devices similar to Bumbler’s one allowed Autobots to join Decepticons in off-ground battles and explorations, going so far as to copy difficult maneuvers of Warframes with an impressive accuracy. 

A true forgotten marvel of Cybertronian engineering. 

To say that Bumblebee could barely keep his excitement under control would be an understatement. The way he puffed up his chest plates and spread his temporary wings reminded local workers of a young Warframe after the first successful training session at a boot camp, fears and doubts the Bot had about an upcoming battle diminishing at a prospect of taking the first flight in his life. Even if it’ll mostly be coordinated by a partner. 

Bumblebee faced a rising by his side Decepticon with a contagious smile plastered across his grey faceplates, blue optics glowing with eagerness. He said something to him, most likely a spicy remark about his immaculate skills as a Prime soon-to-be Flyer on a battlefield taking place in an outer space. Those jovial antics made Megatron roll his optics, after which he turned an Autobot around with a smirk and (lightly) shoved him forward in direction of a main hangar, where they would join other members of a boarding party. 

---

It’s been a while since both mechs disappeared out of the view of Triplechanger, leaving him to his own devices. The grey and violet mech was in a middle of cleaning a working bench when he received a call. 

“Hey, Blitzwing!” A booming voice of Bulkhead sounded clearly over the comlink, only interrupted by periodic screeching of metal against metal in a background. “Are you and Bumblebee finished by any chance?”

“Fortune is on your side this time, my artistic friend, - Megatron’s already picked your yellow menace up.” Warframe answered while putting instruments into their designated slots. “What’s the matter?” 

“Lugnut and I would really appreciate it, if you joined us with loading ammo on a ship - these electromagnetic emitters are putting a strain even on him. Optimus is already helping us by operating a crane, but I don’t think it’s enough for everything to be finished on time.” A green Autobot admitted guiltily. When Blitzwing was about to say something, he added: “One more thing: Optimus said that he’d like to discuss a plan of an attack with you again afterwards - something about an established route through an asteroid field doesn’t click right with him.“

Of course it didn’t. But Blitzwing could hardly blame him for being extra cautious. Truth be told, he’d expected an ex-cadet to contact him sooner or later in order to go through a plan one more time. Meaning, there’s really no point for him to act getting annoyed at a prospect of doing an additional work during a current shift. 

“Alright. Seems that by helping you I’m going to kill two cats with one stone, so, count me in.”

“It’s “two birds”, Blitzwing,” Bulkhead corrected him with an audible smile. “Anyways, I’ll be waiting for you at an entrance 4-06. Thank you.”

With that being said, the bulky Autobot hung up the call, leaving a Warframe alone with his own thoughts, smiling to himself while cleaning the last of used tools from grease and oil. 

Many things have changed since the beginning of a new cycle of War, for better and for worse. With the amount of mechs switching sides and betraying their causes, sometimes it was easier to assume, that all around you were enemies rather than to hope you had at least someone to rely on. 

Yet, despite every obstacle Outcast Autobots and Earth-stranded Decepticons had to go through so far, the newly formed squad of theirs was a proof that some things stayed the same. That Camaraderie still had a value in an ever treacherous world. And Blitzwing had a feeling that no matter what lied ahead of them, the old healed bonds and recently blossomed ones would stand the test of time.

As if coming to an internal agreement with himself, the Triplechanger shook his helm and finally headed to an agreed upon place of meeting with his unlikely comrades, while silently humming a tune Bumblebee taught him once.

Perhaps, an Autobot known as Prowl was right after all?

Perhaps, it was indeed the right time to start having Faith and Trust in teammates once more?

[koolades-world]

the fear of loss (satan x reader)

What is it to lose?

When Satan thought about loss, first his mind always made it's way to that book he was in the middle of reading that he'd managed to misplace, or how his favorite pen was missing somewhere in his bag again. A button popped off his shirt, or a missed opportunity to give back something he borrowed. It was something mildly annoying at most.

As he thought more, he began to dig deeper into the definition/ Sometimes, a plant he'd been working hard to take care of would die, or one of his beloved cats would go missing. Breaking the cover off a book by accident, or the handcrafted bookmark finally coming fully unraveled. With the help of magic, though, this could easily be resolved and made right, or the way they were previously. It was something that hurt more to think about.

However, when he was having a bad day or he somehow managed to slide into the slippery pit of the meaning of his existence, loss meant more than just that to him. Mc was the light of his life. They showed him that he didn't need to prove to anyone that he wasn't Lucifer. They indulged him and his interests in a way his brothers never did. He couldn't imagine living without them. It was something that felt like it was ripping the very fabric of his being to pieces.

In retrospect, he was quite young and had much to learn. His brothers had experienced this already, when they lost Lilith. He couldn't imagine spending an eternity in paradise with someone you loved, just to have them ripped away in such a way. They couldn't have seen it coming. He'd never asked, but he wasn't even sure they'd considered it as a possibility; that god might strike down one of his own angels to such an extent of no return.

Mc had only been with him for a relatively short period of time, but he was a changed demon with them in his life. He knew humans' time was limited, and before his eyes, even if he tried to ignore it, he just couldn't. While he shared some of these sentiments, such as staying up too late binge reading and getting eyebags, the fact that they were human spoke louder than anything else. The gradual development of aches and pains that they seemed set on ignoring, the formation of crows feet and smiles lines. While he remained the same: unchanged. Aging wasn't something he'd considered until the exchange program.

Loss was something Mc had seem to come to terms with. He wished he could too. He had much to learn, even from a being much younger than himself. They had told him many stories about their life, and even if they weren't the focal point of the tale, loss was ingrained within them. Satan had met many powerful beings, but none of which seemed as content as Mc did with the idea of death.

Eventually, he decided to ask them himself. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't what they told him. Mc told him they knew there was no going back or redoing anything that has already been done, so they wanted to live life to the fullest. They didn't want to cling onto something they knew wouldn't last, so there was no point in worrying. They did tell him that they were kind of afraid, but that that was normal. Living life to the fullest was most important to them.

After that, he resolved to take them to experience anything and everything he could think of that he thought they might like. While he was a creature of habit who loved to do most of the same things daily, he began to branch out and took them all over the Devildom. For a while, many words unspoken floated between himself and Mc, until they eventually thanked him, because they hadn't forgotten that conversation either. It was that day, he realized, he was actually afraid to lose Mc.

He was afraid to wake up without them by his side. He was afraid to eat breakfast by himself. He was afraid to walk to RAD without them. He was afraid to sit at lunch alone. He was afraid to sit by himself in the library. He was afraid to read in silence by himself. He was afraid to spend every night by himself.

He was afraid to be alone again.

So, he promised himself that he'd treasure them and everything they had together, while he still could. He let them know much he actually loves and cares for them. He held them close and treated them to everything they wanted, before he couldn't any longer.

He didn't let Mc know about the growing ache in his heart as he thought about their future together.

[rat-n-atty]

MEET MY SMG4 OC CLOVE!

(fucking finally)

(Also a bit of a redesign since I kinda changed my style a bit lmao)

Meet Clove! (Enid) a 22-year-old "mad" scientist who has made the poor decision to be Smg3's assistant but who exactly is she? What's her lore? What are her goals? Why is she an Ex-villain? and all the other amazing questions you might have (or don't idk) will all be answered here!...hopefully...

"Enid Gadd" (Backstory)

Enid comes from a long line of talented and successful scientists (like her grandpa, E. Gadd more on that in a bit) but she was always seen as a black sheep of the family in short.

Ever since Enid could even talk, she has always aspired to be a great scientist just like her family but it seemed like everything she did, it meant nothing so she became E. Gadd's student when she was young (considering she was practically raised by the guy damn)

It seemed like everything Enid did though was still not enough for her parents so she said "fuck it" and decided to become someone else's assistant in hopes that she could be a better scientist than all of them and that is when Smg3 comes in...

"Clove" (assistant days)

Now, Bowser was a terrible assistant so Smg3 decided to get a new one instead so one day while Clove was just walking around the Mushroom Kingdom city; she saw a purple Mario recolor next to a stand on the side of the street with a sign that said LOOKING FOR AN EVIL ASSISTANT (WILL NOT GIVE VACATION DAYS) (why would look for one in broad daylight you dumb bitc-)

So she took her shot, lied to 3 about being "inherently evil" but she also added that she was pretty good at making bombs (which was also a half-truth) so she became Smg3's assistant from that day on.

She didn't really know what to expect at first and she thought that Smg3's main goal of being a villain at the time was kinda dumb but it was better than home so she stayed and she stayed for a long time.

She eventually became evil and she got better at her inventions and her scientific studies all for the goal of ruling the world with Smg3 and telling her entire family (not including E. Gadd) to suck it...which now brings us to the YouTube Arc...

YouTube Arc (this is where shit goes down)

Smg3 and Clove had just started on their goals of making Snitch Productions but after Smg4 destroyed it all for no damn reason (like wtf man?) they wanted revenge and they wanted it bad (Smg3 more so than Clove)

So they came up with the anti-cast and got to work but after that failed Clove said "fuck it" and started her own projects again but she found out about the YouTube remote while she was doing her research ("The World's Cursed and definitely Powerful Objects that would destroy the world if laid on the wrong hands" (great title I know) ) So they all came up with the plan to steal it.

Things had started to take a toll after they had successfully stolen the Remote per sae because now Smg3 was drunk with power to the point where it was kinda concerning Clove a bit and this is the part where Clove found out Smg3's true intentions of using the YouTube remote; It was so much more than taking over Smg4's channel, it was deleting Smg4's and his crew's entire existence. Clove knew it was too much, even for 3 but she kept quiet about her conflicting feelings (but put a pin in this later )

A big-time skip later where Clove had actually caught Mario trying to steal Smg3's phone (to hopefully get everyone out of the graveyard, you probably watched the Arc lmao) but she betrayed Smg3 by giving it to Mario anyway and freeing the entire cast out of the internet graveyard in order to stop Smg3; Everyone was confused why but they didn't ask.

WOTFI 2020 (redemption arc begins)

The final battle was here and after Clove was revealed to be a traitor and helping the Smg4 crew, it's no wonder that Smg3 lost but he was never expecting his assistant, no...someone closest to him like a friend to betray him like that.

Since Clove was the only one who really knew how to work the remote (and she was the one who had it in her hands at the time) she was the one who sent Smg3 to the Internet Graveyard for the greater good of everybody else but now that 3 was gone...she felt like she had no meaning...no purpose anymore...

After she had gotten forgiveness from Susan, Smg4 offered Clove to stay with the rest of them at the castle but she declined and said she would just lock herself up in her lab instead.

Clove's lore goes on for ages...so I'll have to make a part 2

BI GUYS!

(update: there is a part 2)

[caffeinneislife]

ִ ࣪𖤐 ʙsᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ִ ࣪𖤐

ִ ࣪𖤐 ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs ִ ࣪𖤐

「 ✦ Characters ✦ 」 Dazia Osamu, Kunikida Tetsou, Atsushi Nakajima

「 ✦ Warnings ✦ 」 None that I can see, please tell me if I should add something, mostly just fluff

「 ✦ A/N ✦ 」 First headcannons!! Hope you enjoy it!

𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕒 𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦:

Would show you off and brag about you to EVERYONE

“Hey Kunikida, I am taking a break to go see my amazing partner-oh wait you wouldn’t know how important that is because you don’t have one~”

He definitely got a beating for that one

He's also kinda clingy

Did I say kinda, I meant very clingy

"Y/nnnnnnnnn~~ Are you almost doneeee~~ I wanna cuddle!!"

After he started dating you he became less osessed with suicide

This was beacause he saw how much you lit up his world and he didn't want to lose that under any circumstances

Of course when you had only just started dating he did ask you for a double suicide ever once and a while

But Kunikida somehow always stopped him from finishing his sentence

He doesn't really use pet names

Will give you a cute nickname instead

He'll say 'sweetheart' every once and a while though

Will randomly attack you with affection

Basically drowning you in hugs and kisses

It doesn't matter if your at work or at home

If you try denying his affection (most likely out of embarrassment) he will immediately start whining, saying:

"You don't love my anymore!"

Before hiding in the corner and pouting until you finally gave in and gave him a kiss on the head/hug, telling him that of course you still love him, and you would never stop loving him

this, of course, let to another attack of affection

𝕂𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝔻𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠:

You better get used to seeing Dazia

A LOT

Also yelling

Kunikida doesn't usually yell at you (unless you really piss him off, but even then its nothing compared to what Dazia suffers) but you might have to calm him down if things start getting too intense

You're the only one who can properly calm him down the fastest

You don't even need to do anything, just walk into his line of sight and he is already 20 times calmer

"DAZIA!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO - oh, hey Y/n."

Would call you something like 'My love' or 'Darling'

You become the mom/second father/other parent of the group

Together you guys are the parents

The responsible ones

Though you may push the boundaries on what is actually considered 'responsible'

His agenda does become a little more lenient, but only for you, if anybody else messes up his daily plan they can count themselves dead by morning

If your more on the energetic/cheeky side it'll take a while for him to actually start liking you

But don't worry you'll grow on him eventually

If you try some stupid pick-up line on him he will pretend to be annoyed at you, but don't be fooled, because on the inside he is a blushing mess, and he'll be thinking about it all day

He loves you very much, even if the only times that he will fully express it is late at night when you guys are wrapped up in each other, half asleep

𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚 ℕ𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒:

I feel like he would be the type of boyfriend to ask those weird questions that the girlfriends usually ask

"Hey Y/n, would you still love me if i was a worm?"

Cuddles! Cuddles! And more Cuddles!!

Please give this touch-starved boy some hugs and kisses

Might be a little to insecure to give you a pet name

Would substitute with a nickname

Or if your name can't have a nickname, which I highly doubt is even possible, he'd probably call you something like 'cupcake' 'sweetie' or 'sweetheart'

He LOVES holding your hand

but he is WAY too scared to ask you, thinking that he rushing into the relationship

He probably didn't confess to you in fear of 'ruining your friendship' unless you even more shy than him, in which case Dazia probably forced helped him to confess his love to you

If your guys are both shy and awkward it probably took forever for y'all to get together

To the point where basically the everyone knew except for you two

Because everyone knew you guys were send on A LOT of missions together

and I mean a lot a lot

like basically every mission

Because of this you became very close

To the point where you were basically already dating eachother

But eventually one of you works up the courage to ask the other and you start officially dating

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

ʙsᴅ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

[meanbossart]

I love Izzy so much, I feel for him tremendously.

Can you tell us something about his future relationship, whatever it might be, with Grodderick? Or is it under wraps for spoilers? 👀

Sure! The details of their relationship are never relevant to the plot, it's more of a background thing that changes some very minor character interactions in ways I doubt one can predict by simply learning about it - I'll still leave it under a cut for anyone who wants to avoid it. I'll also skip certain story beats which allow their relationship to happen in the first place that are most definitely spoilers, and only talk about the actual dynamic between them and post-ANE events, so if details feel amiss, that's because they are.

So it's probably obvious that they're meant to develop a romantic relationship lol this happens after Grodderick gets somewhat "stuck" with Izzy around through certain circumstances. Izzantar, in his predicament, happens to be far more comfortable around him than anyone else because of his predisposition to feel safe around "slave" races. Now, that's obviously not a great start to any relationship, romantic or otherwise lol but it is what it is.

They grow a little closer through Grodderick's endless patience and sincere curiosity about a culture he isn't familiar with. Izzantar, despite his experiences, considers the underdark his home, he can only properly conceptualize of surface customs by comparing them to his own culture, and Grodderick is the only one willing to hear it without judgement - with the eventual wisecrack or pushback. But the way he does it is one Izzantar comfortable with.

Likewise Izzantar would probably defy Grod's own generalized negativity around the orc-ish side of his culture (and frankly be positively shocked it has any merit at all). It's a funny little game of "no, YOU have internalized hate" they keep playing between themselves by accident.

Another major point here is that Grodderick is a) the only person who sees Izzantar as an adult and b) someone who immediately recognizes him as someone with an anxiety disorder. With time he would help Izzy to calm the fuck down and not always assume the worse out of people. His company also allows Izzantar to feel more at ease in public settings in the surface as a drow, and Izzy's brazen company and completely unfiltered perspective is a breath of fresh air to Grodderick. He thinks he's funny, he recognizes and participates in his dry humor, he doesn't offend easy, and he's the furthest thing from a drow. This makes him an apt friend choice and later a romantic interest. Being hot and having cool tats helps LOL

Also they both like to partake in a little devil🌿 which is likely how their first meaningful interaction ever happens (Izzantar sees him smoking and is like "oh boy I could really fucking use some of that right now")

They probably starting fucking kind of casually. It's entirely on Izzantar to pursue him since Grodderick isn't interested in feeding a drow's ego, which is a funny interaction of its own where Izzantar just blows up frustrated that he won't make the first move, since he's used to being a very passive partner. Something along the lines of "WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO FUCK ME" probably comes out his mouth verbatim LOL they get over this non-misunderstanding quickly and Izzantar is just happy to have sex in a way that's completely the opposite of what's expected of him in the Underdark as a popular breeder. Obviously he also finds Grodderick profoundly attractive both for his confidence, smarts, appearance, and frankly his imposing presence because he's not immune to a little bad-boy charm.

I think they catch feelings around the same time as one another, and proceed to get on a long-term relationship.

Izzantar (this is post ANE and never mentioned) eventually sets shop somewhere as a jeweler. He gets a lot of business based on the fact that he's a drow and knowingly plays up the part of someone who's mystically more knowledgeable and skilled about precious stones and minerals than most because of his race (on top of his genuine talent). His bad attitude is also hysterically seen as charming drow bedside-manner and indicative of the quality of his work to wealthy clients.

He lets his hair grow out and for semi-plot-related-reasons starts passing as a female drow (also, he just likes it) Grodderick doesn't care either way. At that point they're living together and get a cat that Izzantar names Angkacha. To his despair, Grodderick nickanames it Chacha and it sticks. Izzy wants the cat to be a vicious killing machine but whenever he casts animal speak on it the cat's just like OOOO MAMA ME LOVE MAMA and he hates it (but not really, he would kill for this cat)

aaaand here's some old doodles of him from that point of his life! The last two have been uh cropped for uh reasons

[munsons-hellfire]

Chapter 1: Past And Present

SUMMARY: You call off your wedding and move out to California, then 3 years later you find out something you weren't expecting but with the help of Steve and Eddie your able to accept it.

PAIRINGS: Film Director!Steve Harrington x Writer!Fem!Reader x Rockstar!Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

PART 1 IN THE BROKE HEARTS CAN BE MENDED SERIES

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, Steddie x Reader, Eventual Smut, mentions of sex, modern take, mentions of family trauma, language, mentions of throwing up, pregnancy, no use of y/n.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I didn't have this in the masterlist at first but it's since been added. This series will have a pregnancy plot line because when I created this idea that's how I saw the story going. And it will be a fast burn between Eddie, Steve & Reader.

WORD COUNT: 3.9K Words

THE BROKEN HEARTS CAN BE MENDED MASTERLIST

3 YEARS AGO

You were so excited for the start of your new life away from the people who made you believe that you couldn't be loved, that you couldn't have whatever you wanted. Your wedding was just a few days away and you would be marrying the love of your life. Your first book had been picked up and would be published in the new year with another one coming out a few months later. Your parents would be at the wedding even though you wanted nothing to do with them.

But you knew deep down that they couldn't ruin what you wanted even if they had tried. You were on your way home to tell your fiancé the exciting news about your books. He had yet to know that the first one was going to be published. You had wanted to wait to tell anyone else until you were sure that they would make it out into the world for others to read and enjoy.

You felt that things were finally falling into place and you were getting everything you could've ever imagined and more. It might not have been perfect but you were getting the fairytale you had always dreamed of as a kid. The one thing that has got you through all kinds of things including family related time. Walking out of the elevator you headed down the hallway to your shared apartment with your fiancé.

Your keys jingled as you moved them around to get to the main key. When you had your slim fingers on the key you placed it into the keyhole and unlocked the door. You were hoping to be greeted by your fiancé, but he was nowhere in sight. And you knew he was home because his keys were on the counter.

"Babe?" You called out, your voice barely above a soft whisper. You hadn't meant for it to come out as a whisper but you felt the change of the atmosphere the second you walked into the apartment. Something definitely felt off.

You placed your bags on the counter and walked down the hallway heading towards your bedroom, the door was closed which you thought was odd considering it was normally open. As you got closer you heard moans coming from a woman. Not just that but you had heard the moans of your fiancé too. The ones you were very familiar with, the ones that only you would pull out of him whenever the two of you were having sex.

You stopped only inches away from the door, you were terrified to step forward because if you stepped in that room then you knew the wedding would be over because you would call it off. Or you could grab your things and leave and pretend like nothing was happening but then you knew you'd be sad and marry someone who'd cheat on you again in the future. The choice was now or never.

With a heavy exhale, your shaky hand fell to the door knob and turned it pushing the door open. Shock fell onto your face and your mouth fell open as you stared at your fiancé ramming his body into your best friend. You could already feel the tears falling down your cheeks. Before you had a chance to react your best friend saw you and was freaking out.

"Babe?" His voice ran cold through your ears as you continued to stare at the two of them. "It's not what it looks like." He was quick to say, standing up and covering himself with a blanket while she did the same.

"The fuck it isn't. From where I am standing it looks like you had your dick in pussy that wasn't mine." You had never used such harsh words towards someone but you were angry and hurt with the two people you trusted so much.

"Please, let us explain." Abby said, standing from the bed and trying to walk over to you.

"I don't need you to explain anything. You two are clearly meant for each other." You lifted your hand up and pulled the engagement ring off your finger. "I'll come get my stuff tomorrow when you're not here. The weddings off."

You threw the ring at your now ex-fiancé and turned around walking away from the bedroom. Derek grabbed his boxers and put them on as he followed after you.

"What are you talking about? It was just a one time thing, baby. Please, don't do this." He went to grab a hold of your wrist but you were quick to pull it away.

"A one time thing?" You asked, spinning around to look at him. "Please, I know better. And I should've picked up on the fucking signs before I said yes to you, you fucking cheater."

"It's not Derek's fault, just hear him out." Abby said as she walked into the room fully dressed.

"There's nothing to talk about. Tell me how long have you been fucking each other? Please, I need to know how long it's been happening."

"It started a few months after you introduced us." It hit you all at once, something you had never imagined happening was happening right now and you couldn't breath.

"I-I... You can just throw my stuff out, I'll buy new stuff." The words were quick to leave your mouth. Everything around you seemed to move in slow motion. "I don't want either of you to contact me ever again." You grabbed your bags and keys and moved towards the door.

"What? No, you're my best friend. I can't lose you like this. Please." Abby was pleading with you while Derek stood there in silence.

"You lost me the day you started sleeping with the one person I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with." You paused and looked at Derek. "Thank you for reminding me that I can't be loved once again."

It was harsh, sure, but it's how you were feeling at the moment. And before either of them could say anything to stop you from leaving you were out the door and heading down towards your car. Luckily the only things that you'd really have to replace would be all your clothes, and shoes. Your laptop and notes remained in an office that you rented out when you needed to write.

That's where you'd go tonight, well to gather what you'd need for the flight to California. Your publicist had asked that you make a move over there for the first few years of your career. Plus it had been a lifelong dream to move there. And well now it was happening. Once you were in the car, you called your publicist, you needed to talk to someone even if you didn't consider them a friend.

"Hello?" Nathaniel's voice ran through your car speakers as you pulled out of the parking lot. You were still crying but you didn't realize that you had sniffled until he was saying something. "What's wrong?"

You had only known Nathaniel for about eight months. And he was slowly becoming one of your friends. Even though he would remain your publicist you knew he would eventually become your best friend since you were now in the market for a new one. 8 months ago when you met Nathaniel had accidentally walked right into you on the way to a meeting (a meeting you had to go to and it was actually with him).

From then on you two had really bonded and created a friendship. Not only that but he had been in support of all the ideas you had for a future series as well as a few novels give or take. Now here you were, getting ready to start a new career without the people you thought would be by your side.

"I'm not getting married." You breathed out. You felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders but that was not the truth. You felt angry with yourself because you had let this go on for so long.

"What does that mean? I need more of an explanation than that."

"Turns our Derek has been sleeping with Abby since I introduced them to each other. I want to say I can't believe that, but I should've known something was going to happen. I can't be loved by anyone." You pulled over to the side of the road and turned on your hazards, the tears rolled down your face quicker you couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe that." You heard Nathaniel pause before he started talking again. "I know you believe that you don't deserve any kind of love that this world has to offer. But you do, it just seems that Derek wasn't the one for you. Maybe your knight and shining armor is out there somewhere."

"We've only known each other for 8 months now and that's what you've picked up on the most from what I've talked about to you?"

"Yeah, and from what I've seen when you act around Derek. I'm honestly glad the wedding is called off and you're leaving him. What are your plans now?"

"California."

"Sounds like a plan, you can stay with my partner and I until you can get yourself on your feet."

"You don't have to do that Nathaniel."

"I know. But I am and you're going to accept my invite."

"Okay. I'm gonna stay in a hotel tonight and then I'll be getting on a plane tomorrow."

"Good. Send me your flight plans and I'll pick you up at LAX."

You agreed with the plans for tomorrow and said goodbye to Nathaniel. Afterwards you began driving again stopping at your office and grabbed what you still needed. When you made it to the hotel you sent an email to everyone letting them all know that the wedding was over. You were still sad by what had happened but you had a new future to look forward to.

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PRESENT DAY (2023)

A knock at your door woke you up from your slumber. It had been 3 years to the day that you had left your ex-fiancé behind. Derek and Abby tried calling you weeks after you had left but it was no use. Eventually the two gave up and you assumed that they moved on with each other. You stayed with Nathaniel and his partner (now husband) Jack. The two helped you heal even though you had not only told them you were fine but had told them that you didn't need anyone to do that.

You became very successful after your first book reached stores all over the world. Now 3 years later you've published 23 books so far. Book 24 would be coming out over the summer and you were currently working on book 25. After you had officially moved to Los Angeles, you had met Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. The two were married to each other and had a daughter, who was now 8.

Even though you often denied it and didn't want it to be true you had been pushing the feelings you had felt for both Steve and Eddie for the last 3 years. No matter how hard you tried they couldn't escape your mind. And it has gotten worse over the last few weeks. But last week a mistake was made and you felt so guilty for letting it happen. After your shared kisses with the married men you had avoided them. Avoiding everything, their calls, their texts, luckily they had yet to arrive at your apartment.

It was already stressing you out enough, so much so that you thought it was the reason you were in a constant state of sickness. When you finally went to a doctor to figure out what was going on, it was there that you were told you were in fact pregnant. Since you found out last week not only had you still avoided Steve and Eddie but you had got in touch with the baby daddy and told him.

He however had made it clear to you that there was no room for a baby in his life and he had also made it clear that he didn't want you to contact him again. He was an asshole and you didn't know why you ever went out and dated him in the first place. As of right now it was your hidden secret. You didn't want to tell Steve or Eddie because that would also mean the three of you would have to talk about the kisses and you didn't want to face that possibility of rejection.

You were the one to initiate it on both of them and sure they kissed you back. But neither said anything after the kisses and it was at that moment that you knew you had misread the situation. You apologized to them for what had happened and left after that. You haven't talked to them since. You also didn't want to tell Nathaniel or Jack because you knew that one of them would tell Steve and Eddie.

If they all knew then it would become more real. It would also remind you just how along you were in all this. You were going to raise a baby by yourself. Were you ready for that next step in your life? Hell no, but you were already so in love with the life growing inside you. There was a knock at your door, you groaned into your pillow not wanting to get out of your bed.

You knew exactly who it was and that's why you didn't want to get out. You knew very well that it was Steve and Eddie knocking on your front door and you knew that they wanted to know if you were avoiding them because of what had happened. And while you would tell them no, it wasn't the total truth.

But right now it had nothing to do with the fact that you were avoiding them. It had everything to do with the fact that a baby was growing inside you. Before you had a chance to make it out of your room and go answer the door, your baby had another plan that caused you to run for the toilet after you had thrown your covers off your body. You collapsed to the ground and held your head low as you threw up.

Eddie and Steve pushed open the front door of your apartment. You had given them a key, though you still don't know why. They had Casey with them, she was hanging onto Eddie's back. The child had a smile on her face as Eddie flew her into your living room and placed her down on the couch. Meanwhile Steve walked back to where your room was located.

You groaned holding your head to the toilet waiting for more to rise up. This was the regular routine for the past 13 weeks (which is how far along you currently were). Soon the first trimester would be ending and you were told that the morning sickness should go away. You hated it so much, so you hoped that's what would happen.

Steve stepped into your room, his brown eyes looked to see you in the bathroom. A small rush of panic swam through him and before he knew it he was by your side and placing his hand gently on your back which had caused you to jump at his touch, not because you feared it simply because you weren't expecting it.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Steve questioned, the concern clear on his face and evident in his voice.

"Just sick is all." That's not actually what you wanted to tell him but again it came back to the fear that if you told anyone else it would make the pregnancy more real. "Why are you guys here?"

"You haven't been answering your texts or calls. Stevie and I want to know if you're ignoring us because of what happened last week." Eddie explained as he walked into your room, closing the door behind him so Casey wouldn't hear the three of you talking.

"I'm not ignoring either of you, I've just had a lot on my mind. It happened, I don't want to talk about it right now. I can't focus on that, not for a while anyway."

The two men exchanged a glance with each other as you stood from the toilet and flushed it. Then you walked over to your sink and began brushing your teeth. After you were done you walked back over to your bed and climbed into it pulling the covers back over you to block your eyes from Eddie and Steve.

They took notice of the way you were acting, having known you for 3 years they knew this wasn't normal. They just weren't sure if it was because of the shared kisses or if it was something else. You felt the bed dip down on both sides and before you could get a tighter grip on your blanket it was ripped away.

"Give it back." You mumbled, holding your head into your pillow.

"No, not until you tell us what we did wrong." Steve was being stern with you, like you were one of the actors on the set of a movie and you didn't like it. You couldn't hold the tears back anymore, and you were blaming it on the hormones.

"Hey, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Eddie proceeded to ask, after taking notice of the tears that fell down your cheeks.

"You remember Bodie?" You asked softly, not bothering to keep eye contact with either of the men.

"Yeah, the asshole that you were dating but stopped talking to you for no reason." Eddie clarified, he made it clear to you that he didn't like Bodie from the beginning and well after you tell him and Steve they both will have a very good reason to hate him even more.

"He got me pregnant."

Steve looked at his husband as Eddie stared back at him. The shock and anger evident on both their faces but you still weren't looking at either of them to take notice of their features.

"I found out the day we kissed, well before the kisses. I know I said I don't want to talk about it, but I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was thinking. I think I kissed you both because I was emotional, I had found out the news and I was by myself at that point. I hadn't told Bodie yet, you two were the first I was going to tell but then we kissed and neither of you talked and I-I got scared, so I ran."

You sucked in some air, as you did you felt both Steve and Eddie reach out for your hands and hold onto them tightly. So tight it was like they didn't want to let you go.

"I eventually told Bodie, and he in the nicest way possible told me to fuck off and leave him alone. I guess you were right about him being an asshole." More tears fell down your face as you continued to cry into your pillow.

Still holding onto your hand Eddie lowered himself further down onto your bed and pulled you into his chest. Meanwhile Steve (who removed his hand) came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. Even before you realized you had feelings for the two you always felt so comfortable around them, no matter what any of you were going through.

"You aren't going to go through this alone. You have Ed and I, you have Casey, and you have Nate and Jack." Steve paused, his free hand lifting up towards your face and moving some of your hair out of the way. "Not to mention that Robin and Nancy are going to be so excited about this baby." Steve kept his soft brown eyes on you as he talked to you.

"Yeah, Nancy loves her kids, but I'm sure she and Jonathan would love to have another baby around. Not to mention Robin is going to spoil the heck out of this kid." You chuckled at the thought of Robin taking her Auntie duty seriously.

After you had become friends with Steve and Eddie, they introduced you to their Hawkins friend group. You had met Robin and Vickie first, and had really bonded with Robin. Steve, Eddie, and Vickie had a hard time separating you from Robin whenever a party was over or it was time to go home. You met Jonathan and Nancy Byers, and the two little beans.

They had a son and a daughter, both 2 years apart from each other. Their son Kevin, was the same age as Casey, while their daughter Annabelle was 6. Then you met the kids that Steve babysat for when he was younger. Dustin and Will were your favorites, so they would be excited for this kid and would for sure treat it like their own nephew or niece.

You knew the others would be just as excited. Especially Max and El, the two had always asked if you were ever thinking of having your own kids and while you never gave them an answer this would for sure answer it. And then there was Casey Willow, she was going to be over the moon when she would find out you were pregnant.

Even though the boys didn't want to say anything to you about it, Casey already saw you as a mother figure. She had often asked when her dads were finally going to ask you to marry them. And every time both Steve and Eddie had to tell Casey that they haven't gotten to that part of the relationship yet.

With the four of you it already seemed like you were a family, but you still didn't want to think about that. Not right now anyway, you had a baby to think about and you had no idea where to start.

"What am I going to do?" You asked.

"Do you want to keep this baby?" Steve was the one who asked the question, but you needed it to be asked because you already had your answer. You had the answer from the moment you saw your baby.

"I do. I want to be everything that my parents weren't to me. I want this kid to not feel the way I did. I want this kid to know what it's like to be loved by their parents even if it's just me."

"Okay, then you start from there. You're not going to be alone in this." Eddie's voice was soft as the words slipped from his lips.

"And when you're ready we'll discuss what happened last week. But just know that we both feel the same way about you that we know you feel about us."

You started to nod your head, as more tears streamed down your face. It was the first time in a long time that someone had put your emotions first and your feelings first.

"Thank you." You exhaled, a soft smile gracing your lips.

The rest of the day Steve and Eddie had taken care of you even though you told them you didn't need them too. You told Casey as well and like you had suspected she was excited as ever even going as far to ask you if the baby was going to be their sibling.

While you didn't have an answer it overjoyed you that this baby was already loved so much. Maybe these next few months wouldn't be so bad. That's what you had hoped for anyway.

TAGS: @eddiesguitarskills @inhumanssxx

[trashiesttrashboy]

Okay so I know that BotW and totk are probably meant to be a soft reboot to the series to make it easier for the writers to just do whatever they think is cool, but I just need to talk about this.

Before playing tears of the kingdom I firmly believed that BotW and totk took place in the child timeline, but now that I've started playing totk I think they take place in the adult timeline. Bare in mind I'm only about half way through totk so far so I might be wrong about a lot of things here.

Ganon already exists, meaning that Ocarina of Time must have taken place even before the story we see at the start of the game engraved into the wall, so all of this has to take place after the timeline split. Despite this, everyone seems to credit Raru as the first king of hyrule. We know this can't actually be the case since this takes place after ocarina of time, when there was definitely a king of hyrule on the throne (even if we didn't actually see him in the game), so why is Raru credited as the first king of hyrule?

Because he is. Or at least, the first king of THIS version of hyrule. In the adult timeline the world was flooded by the golden godesses, which eventually led to the people of hyrule settling somewhere else, a kingdom that they called New Hyrule. But the hyrule that we see in BotW and TotK is not New Hyrule. If you look closely at the Spirit tracks map and the totk/botw map, you can see exactly where they seem to line up!

Notice the shape of the shoreline in ST compared to the shape of the cliffs that surround Hyrule in BotW. Yes there are some differences but for the most part they are strikingly similar, right down to the sort of square shape to the south and that pokey-out but to the north. In fact, this is definitely more consistent than most other parts of hyrule's geography.

Not only that, but the cliffs are some of the highest landmasses that we see in BotW, if not THE highest. So high, in fact, that it's definitely not too far-fetched to say that they were largely untouched by the great flood. So why did everyone settle back in Old Hyrule? Because the sea level lowered too much, meaning that people would have had a much harder time accessing water. With Hyrule no longer completely flooded, and New Hyrule most likely running out of water, the people of New Hyrule moved back to Old Hyrule. Around this time, the Zonai descended from above and Raru became the first king of this new kingdom, hence why he is credited as the first king of Hyrule. Considering how long it's been, it's completely understandable that people would have forgotten that there were other Kingdoms of Hyrule before the current one (such as New Hyrule, and the original Hyrule).

[cryptidsurveys]

Friday, October 11th, 2024.

What was the filling in the last doughnut you ate? It didn't have any filling, but it was strawberry flavored.

Do you remember what you had for dinner on Saturday evening? Either a salad or a sandwich with mixed veggies. It's almost always one of those two things. I'm a very, very repetitive eater. My tastes and routines eventually change, though, so I kind of wonder what's next.

When was the last time you bought a new pair of shoes? What kind/colour? Last summer. I bought a black and white pair of slip-ons and a black pair of regular laced shoes (kind of like Converse but not).

Do you own any items of clothing that you've never worn? Yeah.

When you shop for new clothes, do you ask anyone else for an opinion? I might have when I was younger, but not in recent years.

What was the last thing that you considered buying, but chose not to? Halloween decorations. I did get a few things, but I tried not to go completely overboard. I decided I am going to decorate and hand out candy after all. Keep the tradition alive.

Who was the last person you were required to buy a gift for? I wasn't required to buy her a gift, but I bought some things for my mom last Christmas.

And what did you choose? A stuffed penguin (they're her absolute favorite animal), a Cheshire cat mug, a movie gift card, and a concept book (not really sure what to call it?) for one of her favorite artists.

Have you ever accidentally bought someone a gift that they already had? I've purchased the same item from someone's wish list as someone else, but I don't know whether I was technically the second person or not.

Can you recall the last time you bought flowers for someone? What kind? I don't think I've ever bought anyone flowers.

And when was the last time someone sent flowers to you? What kind? I don't think anyone has ever sent me flowers. Bought them, maybe, but I can't be sure of that either.

Are you a keen reader? If so, what books are you planning to read soon? I'm not nearly as keen of a reader as I used to be. I also don't have any serious plans regarding what to read next. There are books I would like to read, but I know myself well enough not to make any promises.

How many books do you think you own? Just take a rough guess. Idk where to draw the line between books I personally own and books that exist within this house, but maybe something like 100+. That's excluding religious books that are definitely my dad's; but if we include those, then...who even knows. He's got a little library.

Are there any books that you own more than one copy of? Possibly. The most likely one would be Watership Down.

Lipstick, lip gloss, or neither? Just chapstick.

What brand of mascara do you use, if any? None.

What was the last minor disappointment that you experienced? Car trouble last Sunday that prevented my dad and I from going to the Mountain Park. We made it out there yesterday, though.

Do you have loyalty cards for any of your favourite stores? Which one(s)? I don't. I should probably get one for the movie theater, though. I think I go there often enough that it would be worthwhile.

What scent does your hand sanitizing gel have? It doesn't have a particular scent.

What does your favourite mask look like, if you have a favourite? This question was on a relatively recent survey, and I remember wondering whether the survey-maker meant a Covid mask or a Halloween mask. Considering this question comes just after a hand sanitizer one, I'm going to assume they mean a Covid mask. I had some cute ones that I snagged from a doctor's waiting room before Covid was even a thing. They were meant for kids and had little designs on them, but I no longer remember what they were. For the most part, though, I just wore the stereotypical blue masks. I didn't have any reusable/stylish ones.

Do you remember what you had for lunch last Sunday? The same "either/or" I mentioned for the dinner question above.

Is there a bottle anywhere close to you? What does it contain? There's a water bottle and a migraine med bottle on my desk.

As a child, what was a trait or habit you had that annoyed your parents? My mom was occasionally annoyed by my shyness. I was very reluctant to talk to cashiers, waiters, etc. I don't think she was frustrated in a mean way, but more like, "You're going to have to learn how to do this eventually…"

What was the last TV series that you watched for the first time? I'm not sure.

And what did you think of it? N/a.

Tell me about something you did within the last week, that brought you joy. Go on a hike with my dad. He can't go as far as he used to, which is admittedly sad/disappointing, but it makes me treasure the adventures we do have all the more.

[muutosarchive]

If you had to choose a sin that represents Secundo and/or Copia best, which would you choose and why?

for secundo it's definitely lust. maybe not for the reasons you might think. of course, secundo is a hedonist by nature. i think he is probably more-so than the others, though terzo is a rival in that. of course his main coping mechanism is sex, & he doesn't consider it an addiction but clinically it may be considered as such. it's his largest vice for a reason. learned behavior, from nihil. though, the mistake here is to just think of lust as sexual desire. it's about longing for things. lusting for power, money, or -- truly anything. the actual definition is more along the lines of: a psychological force producing intense desire for something, or circumstance while already having a significant amount of the desired object. he's very into his art, his alcohol - he's a collector of fine things. he also longs to be taller, to be better looking... for youth, i suppose. though this theme is central in my headcanons for him. whether it was longing for a relationship with his father, for more attention, for his powers to go away --- for him to be able to utilize them, more effectively. longing to know his mother, longing to be loved. a lot of the things he kept inside for the good of his brother, or for lack of ability to communicate or work through the emotions effectively.

copia gets good old envy. pain at the sight of another's good fortune, stirred by "those who have what we ought to have". sounds about right. a little on the nose. there's evidence that some who envy, begin to emulate those they do envy. one may draw comparison between copia's stage persona - his speeches - to terzo. not to mention, even while cardinal he one upped terzo (& the previous papas) 10x over. he kept adding musicians, upgraded the stage, added costume changes & did make an immediate change to the ghoul's outfits/masks. (before the eventual HUGE changes). he wanted to have everything the old papas had, & more. i personally believe copia has always imagined himself being papa, from the moment he found out who his father was. i think he also very much envied his 'brothers' for having their father in their lives (though he never understood what that really meant, or that nihil wasn't really around). he didn't know much outside the ministry, but any child who spoke of a 'mother'. any child like terzo who were treated special by the sisters, & by the other children. & knowing he was different from them was never easy either, so he always wanted to be like the other kids. there's also other little thematics. i personally headcanon that copia wounded his own eye to look like his brothers & his father, so that also slips into the emulation category. in copia's main verse i play with the first type of envy - the benign envy. & in his darker timeline i created, i played with his malicious envy. so i think in his main verse, the envy motivated him to be a better person and to succeed. it's why he was so highly decorated as a cardinal, & why he was ultimately the next in line for what should have been his birthright. he worked for it. (with help from mommy, of course). in his alternate universe, he wanted to bring down the other papas including nihil, even at his own cost. he conspired with his mother & put in heavy groundwork, to get where he is.

random asks

[icharchivist]

sorry for the link in anon dfrgtyh but i saw this on twitter https://pbs.twimg.com/media/F0G2MCPXsAEojyu?format=jpg

do you think the other characters in the list will make it in the game? they were apparently from a popularity poll they held a while ago??

ahah no problem! as long as we manage to communicate that way ;D (and that it's clear it's not a bot speaking, but that's already nailed)

I feel like it's possible yes.

Maybe not in the current DLC listing, but perhaps in a later one for all of them?

-Sandalphon MUST end up in the game somewhat. I'm a believer in him being at the end of the current DLC pack and it's why he wasn't teased yet. He's been the most popular demand in every single list, it'd be wild if they didn't commit to it

-Beatrix and Ilsa both could be into it, but maybe not right now? Beatrix perhaps more likely since she does have a model in it. I worry bc there's already 3 Society characters and they might want to still give some others sagas more meat before giving more to the Society one.

-Seofon definitely feels like the Second Eternal that would enter the rooster, so i could believe it happening sooner than later

-Anila was just added to the game as the First Zodiac, so it's likely it'll delay Vikala a little, but i could imagine Vikala being in another DLC pack. She is extremely popular after all.

-When only Percival and Lancelot were in the games, i was doubtful at the idea of all the Dragon Knights joining the game because otherwise they'd put too many charas of their sagas in it. But now that they added Siegfried, i feel like it would be unfair and impossible to NOT have Vane into the game as well. It's like if it was only 2/4 of them, it's like, half of them, so sure, half the representant. but 3/4? you gotta commit and finish it. I feel like Vane will happen down the line, perhaps in another DLC cycle.

-Faasan is a bit of the elephant in the room though. In any normal situation, i could imagine him joining the game eventually, he's teased in the trailer also, so like, yeah, it could happen. But there's the issue going on with his Seiyuu for a while now and the fact Sakurai officially quit his agency as a result and we don't really know what it will mean for his ongoing projects. Granblue still hired him for Lucifer's uncap but nothing says the recordings didn't happen before he quit his agency so... I feel like Granblue is in a tough position of either having to keep Sakurai (which, considering the backlash against him, could be bad press, and considering him quiting his agency also meant a fallout with SuzuKen, the boss of the agency, who plays Sandalphon, this is. tough.) or recasting him, or waiting long enough to see if, with enough water under the bridge, people will be able to forget all the sordid details that happened with him.

And i feel like we're still a bit in a waiting period about that. I could imagine that any attempt at including any of the Lucifaces in the game may come with a delay if only to wait to see if people are going to be okay with Sakurai still playing them when the outrage would have died down.

For the funfact the popularity polls were divided by countries and those were the other lists:

The Japanese list has all of the recurring characters so they're the most likely, but i guess those are worth noting too?

Beatrix, Seofon and Sandalphon being in every list pretty much confirm to me that They Will Happen, down the line, eventually. Ilsa and Vikala seems at least also stronggly likely to be involved down the line.

Others characters that migh happen includes Jeanne D'Arc, Silva, Aliza, and that made it to only one list each but still, Black Knight and the others Lucifaces. For Lucifaces, well :/ same problem, but for the rest, especially since they're not really tied to any saga, anything could happen at anytime at this point. I don't know how STRONGLY they would take precedence over the rest though.

But yeah! we shall see! personally i at least believe in Sandalphon/Seofon/Beatrix, and have reasons to believe in Vane/Vikala, for the rest. we'll see.

Take care o7

[doggernaut]

3, 6, and 29!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

I wrote most of it last year, but edited and posted this year so it counts, right? It has to be Pucks and Recreation, which I wrote for the OMGCP Big Bang. It's both the longest fic I've written to date and the most difficult fic for me to write. I've been in a real rough spot with writing for the past two years, so being able to actually finish this fic, despite the fact that it never really found an audience, was a victory.

6. Favorite title you used

As it happens, my answer for this question is the same as above. I almost always have a hard time titling fics, but once I hit on the idea of a Check, Please! AU inspired by Parks and Recreation, the title was obvious. It was so obvious I couldn't believe nobody had done it before. (At least, not on ao3, and I hadn't seen it anywhere else.) It's probably too obvious to be clever, but I was pleased with how well it worked.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

My favorite passage I've written this year is from a WIP that hasn't been posted yet, so instead I will share this from Leave a Light On , which is an unfinished AU that I had to put on hiatus, though I do intend to finish it when I have more time to devote to it. In this AU, Jack's a reporter who torpedoed his career due to an inappropriate relationship with a source. The source is Kent, and they have a history. This is a flashback to their first meeting, and I really like the way it establishes how toxic Kent was for Jack while simultaneously establishing why Jack would be infatuated with him.

After the game, Jack talked to a few of the other players while he waited for Kent to finish up in the locker room. In another life, he thought, he might have been here too, changing out of his gear instead of hovering in the doorway with his reporter’s notebook. 

“You’re the reporter, right?” Kent asked from the bench where he was taking his skates off.

“I just want to ask you a few questions about the game,” Jack said. “I can wait until you’re ready.”

“Nah.” Kent flashed what Jack eventually came to think of as his press smile, the one he used when he wanted to charm somebody. Even back then, he knew when to turn it on. “C’mere. Sit.”

The bench was damp with what Jack assumed was sweat, or possibly somebody’s spilled Gatorade, but he sat. Kent continued to work at a knot in one of his skate laces. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled.

“You have soft hands,” Jack finally said.

Kent looked up. “What’s that?”

“When you play,” Jack said. “Soft hands.”

“Fuck, for a second I thought you meant something else,” Kent laughed.

Jack could feel the heat in his face. He quickly looked down at his notebook and scribbled something that, later, he couldn’t decipher and had no recollection of writing.

“I mean, you know what they say about soft hands, right?” Kent asked.

Jack swallowed. Save for some fooling around he’d done with a girl named Jane at journalism camp the summer before freshman year, he didn’t have very much experience. Definitely not enough to consider himself an expert on hands, soft or otherwise.

“I know what your mom says,” Jack retorted, and when Kent laughed out loud in surprise Jack felt proud of himself for saying the right thing.

Kent squinted at Jack. “I know you right?”

“We played together for a couple years when we were kids. The Falconers? My dad’s company was the team sponsor. He helped Coach Walter out sometimes.”

“Right, right.” Kent snapped his fingers and his face changed as recognition dawned on him. “You were kind of fat back then.”

“Um.”

“Fast, though. Super fast. Why’d you quit?”

Jack shrugged. “Didn’t make the travel team.”

“Too bad.” Kent snorted. He pulled off his socks and stuffed them into his duffel. “You know it’s all just a bunch of political b.s. anyway. There are plenty of guys who shouldn’t have made it, but their parents had ins with the league president.”

Jack had once heard his parents complaining that was probably the case, but it still felt weird to hear somebody his age say it out loud. 

“It’s okay,” Jack said. “Sometimes my dad and I go out to my uncle’s place and play.”

Kent looked up from his bag, the contents of which he seemed to be meticulously reorganizing. “Why didn’t you try out here?” he asked. “Some of the guys on this team really suck.”

It struck Jack as a terrible thing to say about one’s teammates, but Kent wasn’t wrong. After all, Kent was a sophomore—and a transfer student, at that—and was already captain.

“I don’t have time for sports if I want to stay on the newspaper staff. And I’m in line to be assistant editor next year,” Jack explained.

“Oh, assistant editor. Bet that has the girls beating down your door.”

“Look, do you want to give me a quote or not?” Jack asked, suddenly impatient to get out of there. “I can go talk to Brady.” Brady would give Jack the same old line about everybody working as a team and winning it together, but that might be preferable to … whatever this was.

“No!” Kent held a hand up. “That guy’s dumber than a box of rocks. At least I’m interesting.”

That was how it started.

It wasn’t that Jack had a crush on Kent. He kept seeking Kent out after games because, unlike most athletes—especially high school athletes—he was articulate and went beyond the usual bland talking points. Kent wasn’t afraid to tell it like it was. His honesty was refreshing, and he was always good for at least one quote that would raise eyebrows.

Later, Jack would wonder if he should be blamed for creating what Kent became. Kent was already full of himself, but Jack gave him a platform to be himself at his most outrageous.

Thank you for the asks!

[valcuda]

- Picnic With Big Sis

Jasmin taking Quinton and Elizabeth out for a picnic. Like my previous work, this is a scene from a short story I have planned (I have 3 full books that come before it, and only 1 has a competed draft, so don't expect it any time soon), with this one taking place a bit prior to that one, with Jasmin taking Quin and Liz to the place they'll eventually cloud gaze at.

Also like that one, I made a 3D scene as a pose draft, with that picnic basket actually being a 3D model I made and rigged specifically for this! This gave a bit of difficulty, since Jasmin's Mannequin's hand, was blocking part of the basket that's visible in the final artwork!

When I was originally planning the scene, I thought about just having Jasmin doing nothing with her hand, until I decided to make her holding the lid open, so Quin and Liz could see. I didn't consider the fact I was now making the hand a focal point of the artwork! And when I did realize that, I nearly cried, cause I absolutely suck at drawing hands! But using a mashup of knowledge I've heard over the years, and some good guesses, I managed to make the best hand I think I've ever drawn!

And holly crap am I glad I decided to draw it! The sense of scale you get from seeing Quinton and Elizabeth that close to her hand, it really puts into perspective how small they are! I also think it's cute, having her holding the basket open for them, and it shows you a bit of a difference between Quinton and Elizabeth! Quinton trusts Jasmin, so he's fine just sticking his head out, trusting Jasmin won't accidentally smack his head with the lid. Elizabeth however, is a bit more cautious, not really trusting people as much as Quinton does, so she has her hand on the lid in case Jasmin lets go.

Something you'll probably notice is that Quinton and Elizabeth are seemingly frowning. They were smiling originally, but I thought giving them a mild frown makes them look more curious, which I thought was cuter, compared to them smiling. Though it kinda looks like they just realized Jasmin tricked them.

Anyways, I decided to not finish this in my painting style, since that was meant as more of a crutch originally. With v2 of Cloud Gazing, I said I was debating making it's line draft into it's own piece, just due to how good it looked, and that was kinda thanks to the "Painting Style" leaving out a ton of detail. So with this, I decided to finish it in my usual style. However, I did the shading differently, using a digital paintbrush, and doing it all on one layer. Usually, I plan out the shades, do them all on their own layers, combine them, and blend, which is really slow! This new method was a lot faster, and it worked wonders on Quinton and Elizabeth! It definitely has its flaws tho. I might end up revising this sometime down the line.

Something incredibly ironic, is that I have yet to shade Elizabeth's actual artwork! Meaning she got shaded in some misc artwork, before her actual artwork. Past me would be so dumbfounded if he knew.

Anyways, I don't know exactly how long I worked on this for, but I can definitely say it took longer than Cloud Gazing! I wanted so badly to finish this yesterday, that I stayed up til 3AM, doing the final linework, which is why it's a bit sloppy in some parts! This is despite me having post saying it wouldn't release that day, at 10 PM.

Hell, I wanted to release it so bad, I made 80% of this post last night, cause I was seriously considering uploading the non-shaded version! I'm so glad I didn't tho. It doesn't look bad unshaded, but the shading ties it together IMO.

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Anyway, I don't know when my next artwork will be, or what it'll be about, since I'm a bit burnt out from this sudden art rush XD I pushed the limits of what I thought I could do, and while that is thanks to making a simple 3D as an initial draft, it still feels absolutely amazing! I definitely still need quite a bit of practice though.

Anyways, that's all for now!

[tokiro07]

Martial Master Asumi ch.6 thoughts

[Asumi Gets Taken Down a Peg]

Ahhh, that's better. Got worried for a second that my credibility might be at stake

Sure, the chapter ended with Asumi coming out from behind, but I really don't see any way that he's going to definitively win a fight against his brother. As I've been saying and as Asumi himself pointed out right at the beginning of this fight, Asumi's recent wins have made him think that he's capable of fighting on par with professionals, and winning against his brother despite the odds would only serve to reinforce that even if he did realize his mistake at first

I will say though that it is nice that the fight isn't a totally one-sided beatdown, as that establishes hope and prevents Asumi's spirit from being too broken to get back up afterward. Having a glimpse of how he can win later will give him something to strive for, whereas winning now would make him think he's hit the ceiling and losing too harshly would make him think he's in too deep of a hole to ever climb out. Determination can be built by defeat, but without any hope, defeat is just crushing failure

The dynamic between Asumi and Kazuro is pretty interesting because I don't get the impression that Kazuro doesn't care about Asumi, he just disagrees with him. Kazuro clearly wants Asumi to become stronger, and it doesn't seem like he wants that for the sake of having a fun opponent or anything. It's definitely too early to say this definitively, but it feels like Kazuro is trying to raise Asumi. If I had to guess, he probably does want what's best for his brother, he just thinks that what's best for him is making him strong enough to not get killed like their father

If he didn't care about his well-being, he wouldn't constantly be pushing Asumi to get away from their house and become like him. He knows what his brother his capable of if he tries, despite the fact that the only interactions we've seen between them in flashbacks always involving Asumi crying. This implies that somewhere in their training together, Kazuro noticed that Asumi had potential and wanted him to be able to live up to it. It's not like he's ever been shown going out of his way to goad the rest of the family to be like him either, it's only Asumi

None of this changes the fact that he's a jerk, of course. He's cruel to people weaker than him, he did abandon his family, and his method for trying to inspire his brother to become like him is to actively antagonize and insult him. In fantastical settings, these behaviors are pretty easy to forgive, but in a realistic setting like this, it's pretty difficult to deny that Kazuro is quite simply abusive to Asumi. Even when you consider that a martial arts family is naturally going to hit each other, Kazuro's going out of his way to belittle Asumi's choices to get him to act how he wants him to, and employing battle tactics that go beyond the social contract of fair competition

I did hesitate to throw out the word "abusive," since abusers in fiction tend to be seen as irredeemable, but there's too much nuance in the human experience for me to ever declare that a character is completely beyond change and growth. There is a very good chance that Kazuro will eventually have a moment meant to illustrate that he either has become or always was a good brother, and I don't want the discussion around him to be whether or not it's "acceptable" for him to have that kind of growth

Tying this line of thought back to Asumi's comeback giving him hope for a future bought with Kazuro, this moment also likely is the first step in Kazuro's character arc. "Grandpa is worried about you" is a great icebreaker for a character like Kazuro, as even if it takes a long time, eventually that sentiment will get through to him. He may never return home, but like Asumi says, he just needs to visit sometimes

I really like that Asumi said that, too; it's clear that Kazuro doesn't want to be around the family, and dragging him back to an environment that makes him unhappy would be wrong, but it's equally wrong for him to treat his family the way that he does. Asumi's goal isn't to put Kazuro in a position that he knows will hurt him, so instead he suggested a middle ground that would allow the family to heal without impeding Kazuro's ability to grow in the way that he wants. Having the compassion to compromise like that is a great character trait for a protagonist like this to have, and it further helped endear Asumi to me. I really do want to see how he continues to grow, and this dynamic with his brother is a particularly interesting one

Thus far the only characters he's established ongoing dynamics with are Yuya and Okiba, and honestly Yuya's been pretty flat up to this point. I'm hoping that they'll get a clearer rapport as we go, but for now, the contrast between how Okiba encourages Asumi and how Kazuro belittles him is the most interesting part of the story. I'm sure we'll also get a lot more characters to help develop the facets of Asumi's character, and if we're lucky we'll get a few more for Kazuro too

I don't have a good prediction for how the general story beats are going to go aside from generic sports manga fair, but I'm most excited to see Asumi interact with more people so I'll have more to analyze in depth

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Them the Breaks | Erik A | Trial 3.2 | Re: Eureka, KOKONE, END, Byrne, Kenshin | ATTN: Other groups

Admittedly, Erik A only barely manage to refrain from bursting out laughing at Adrik's recount of just how much they'd fucked up, snickers kept more to himself than making it the group's problem to deal with. He could use the momentary levity, honestly, even if he'd take the rest of this seriously.

And of course, already arguments had started up, as seemed to be the way of things here. He understood, of course, how most people might react when someone close to them died. Hell, this was the second trial in a row where someone he’d considered himself closer to in this group had been a victim, so he wasn’t even an outsider looking in in that sense. Even if it’s not explosive quite yet, he can sense the feeling behind things starting to show but by bit, and honestly there’s not much he can do about that besides carry on how he does. He can hope that it doesn’t get as bad as previous trials have been, but with actual lives on the line here he’s sure things will come to a head regardless eventually.

Even if someone close to him had died yet again, it didn’t hit him quite as hard as it did other people, huh? Or maybe�� it just didn’t show as much on the surface, affecting him in less obvious ways. It was hard to say, even for him. People were just different, like that.

His eyes first flick to Eureka, then to KOKONE about the laptop, then to the hosts sitting here before he looks back to the group as a whole.

“Obviously losing the laptop sucks, but honestly I can’t even necessarily blame Eureka for it. I’m pretty damn confident that An’s using Eureka’s mistake as an excuse to take it instead of actually having just figured out that’s where it was. If it hadn’t been then, it could have been any other point in the near future. A convenient excuse, I’d bet. I don’t know what the agenda was of leaving that shit out, but that’s my two cents at least,” he says with a shrug. It was certainly suspicious how long it had been accessible, and he had to wonder Why. 

Then, of course, KOKONE’s final comment, which Erik A tilts his head at for a moment, considering if he should add on more to how Byrne replies to it. A little, he decides.  

“As for thanking whoever killed Chen… Dunno how much you mean that, but nah, absolutely not. No matter who did it, I can't say I’m a personally a fan of celebrating deciding who deserves to live and die like that for starters, even if they’ve done some fucked shit.” That was an awful lot like sinking to her level too, and he would never claim to be down for it. “And for another, killing her meant that a trial would happen no matter what, and another person would die. Either the killer themself would face execution, or they’d try and get away with it to sacrifice one of us instead. I’m not going to go thanking anyone for that, even if it stopped the motive from continuing.”

He says it perfectly calmly rather than with force, but it’s not something he’s going to waver on. Simply a personal opinion, horribly mixed feelings as he might have on a lot of this, many more of which he’s keeping to himself. This wasn’t something worthy of thanks, it was just a fucking tragedy.

And after that… he turns to END for a moment.

“I know this is probably hard to talk about, cuz it’s not like hearing about any of this shit is fun in the least, in fact it's absolutely gonna keep sucking, but figuring out what the hell happened here on both ends is the only way we’re gonna get to the bottom of both who killed Ae-ra too, and also the bottom of solving both these cases so we don’t mistrial on either vote.

I dunno if there’s a way to prove that Ae-ra definitely did or didn’t write the notes, but we have to at least consider the possibility to figure out how this shit might have all started, you know? ‘Course, the rest of us should all be considering possibilities besides her too to make sure we don’t get tunnel vision about it too,” he acknowledges.

All in all, Erik A was a much more logic driven person than an emotional one, but hopefully that sentiment still got across, blunt as it was. He could understand the anger, but working through this anyways was still needed overall as a group.

That said, Erik A turns and gives a nod to Byrne in thanks for some of the comments there, and in agreement as well, given his own similar thoughts. 

“And hey, don’t sell yourself short, that was plenty fucking smart to bring up. Ae-ra being dry does imply what time she had to be at least in the fountain room before 5:30, because even if she… I dunno, used a raft as a makeshift umbrella or something in the rain, that’d still have been walking through the mud that got created, and I didn’t see any of that on her shoes either.” Acknowledgement for Byrne-

Erik A snaps his fingers too, having a thought about the final thing that Byrne said, before addressing everyone as a whole.

  “Right! Those mud tracks in the fountain room sure aren’t accounted for with what people have said, but my group at least gave a comparison with some of our shoe sizes, and I have a picture reference as proof if anyone needs it. Basically, it seemed like the prints were barely too small to be mine, unless you wanna be more generous with it, and just about the right size to possibly fit KOKONE’s shoe size, which I think we have a fair amount of people around the size of given the shoe size options we’ve had on other floors in places.” The bowling alley, for instance.

He considers for a moment leaving what he’s saying off there, but another thought strikes him, and he hums, looking back at Kenshin.

(CW: Suicide/hanging discussion)

“Also… back to what Kenshin said before, I want to know both where the noose originally was and if anything else on the scene was disturbed by the groups that got to the scene first, since my group wasn’t around as things were first looked at.  

And as for its use… I have to consider the possibility that it wasn’t always in the shape that it was, since I don’t think that Chen was actually hung by it, and there’s no practical reason to choke someone out with the noose shape over just the long part. The only place that would have made sense to actually hang it from would have been the ceiling fan, but I got Kenshin to check that out and confirm it didn’t seem touched, if he needs to vouch on that. So there’s the question of why it was in that shape to begin with, and then why a different method was used for Ae-ra if the noose rope had already been prepared by someone.”

(cw end) 

As per usual, these kinds of topics seemed to come much more easily to Erik A than it did to most people, horribly morbid as it was. Thanks buddy.

[betweenmuses]

"I like taking care of everyone," Renan shrugged, knowing that it sounded lame but he was a people pleaser. He was the type that couldn't bare to see someone suffering, and considering the amount of money he had, if he could make someone's day brighter by doing something for them, what would the harm in that be? For every person out there trying to bring others down, he was that person that would try to lift them up, and although he gave that same respect to everyone, those he cared about definitely received it tenfold.

The question had caught him off-guard considering they were still docked and he hadn't expected the heavy hitting questions until further into their voyage. Still, Renan could only smile as he shook his head, "if you think my answer would be only what I expect you want to hear, then you still don't truly know me well enough." Renan would never lie about what he'd do to take care of someone, or even embellish the truth to give others what they want to hear. He was the epitome of a nice guy, through and through, and honesty was his best policy. "Sure you want to get into this now?" He asked, though if the question was posed, he might as well answer it.

"I'd of course offer to pay for you living arrangements and lifestyle if it'd get you out of your current situation, but then again, if you truly enjoy what you do and would want to continue it, I would take care of you by being there when your shift is over, any frustrations that you have could be taken out on me, you could vent, i'd be your sounding board, if a client became too physical I would wipe away your tears, clean you up, provide the proper after care because I know you wouldn't be getting it there. I'd simply lift you up, put you on a pedestal, and make sure you knew how much you were loved." It may have sounded corny but taking care of someone meant making them feel like they were the most important person in his world.

"They help," of course his good looks and money have people lining up around the block for a piece of him. "I've come to realize more often than not they're inviting the wrong kind of people into my life though. People who just want sex and money but no other attachment, which I guess is why I chase after you so hard, because I feel there's something more there, even if you're not up to admitting it. Perhaps the feeling is one sided and not mutual, that's understandable, but it's something that I can't ignore," he shrugged, eventually he'd come to his senses and stop chasing the other if he truly didn't want to be caught.

Again, such a hard hitting question and they hadn't even been away from the docks, but Renan never left a question unanswered. "I don't know," he knew it wasn't the best answer he could give him, but it at least was an honest one. "It wouldn't come down to jealousy if I knew you were as invested as I was. I would trust you," he shrugged, it certainly was hard to answer this question entirely. "But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't worry about you," he sighed, "because I know how people can be, your safety would be the driving factor of my fear. I'd trust you explicitly, once you had my heart, but i'd still worry about you every time you went to work, and that's where i'd have the hardest time."

"...You really do enjoy taking care of me, don't you?" Casey found himself humming a little. He knew it mostly came from a good place but he wondered if part of it was also a way for Renan to stake some kind of claim on Casey. After all if he was the one always taking care of him, providing for him...then Casey would be his in a way he wasn't with anyone else. "Well then, why don't you tell me exactly what you think of when you talk about taking care of me" He said - deciding to just go there rather than just letting it go. "And not just what you think I want to hear or is easy to say. All of it."

"Oh no denying you then eh? Bossy" He smirked and poked him in the chest for good measure. Hands leaning behind him against the kitchen counter and just watching as he admitted to not needing to chase so much. "I imagine your good looks and money is enough to have guys falling over you left and right, hm?" He pointed out before his smile softened and he sighed a little. "Renan, you know the whole giving you a chance thing is..." He trailed off before meeting his gaze.

"You know my work, could you even begin to stand the idea of me in those scenarios with other men? You think your jealousy could handle it?" He decided to just come right out and ask. No more dancing around the topic.