#i needed to get some story out alriiight

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extra comic #1, part 2/2. dude what the hell these beasts are so sappy. the sappers

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A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 21: Brain And Brawn

Miyazaki: Well then, we shall take a twenty-minute break here.

Miyazaki: The first part was mostly focused on physical expression.

Miyazaki: Next, we will have you split into groups and discuss role-building based on the script you will be given.

Miyazaki: At the end, we will have all groups actually perform. I look forward to seeing the results.

Participant A: Agh~ This is too much…

Participant B: I’m so tired… And there’s more to go…

Participant A: I can’t keep myself standing anymore…

Kumon: Whew~ I worked up a sweat~!

Muku: This kinda reminds me of track and field club training.

Kumon: Same! It’s kinda nostalgic, so I’m having fun!

Muku: Banri-san did say that even though the directors' workshop he participated in was tough, the one for actors is much more physically demanding.

Kumon: We’ve got the stamina for it, I think we’ve got this!

Muku: Yup, let’s do our best! Kazu-kun and Tenma-kun must also be working hard abroad as we speak.

Kumon: Alriiight, we’re not losing to them~!

-

Muku: I was pretty confident in my physical stamina, but my legs won’t stop shaking now.

Kumon: I used up all my brain cells and got hungry~...

Muku: This really reminded me that acting needs you to use both your brain and your body to the fullest.

Kumon: Yeah. I think I’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight.

Muku: Definitely. Let’s review a bit of what we did today to prepare for tomorrow before we go to bed.

Kumon: You’re right!

Muku: By the way, Kyu-chan, you did amazing in the physical expressions for the first part.

Kumon: I’m good at using my body~ But, Muku, you were so good at the second part’s discussion for the role-building!

Kumon: You could point out things no one else had noticed, and I kept being like, “I see~”!

Muku: Ehehe, thanks. Let’s do our best tomorrow too.

Kumon: Yeah!

-

Juza: Welcome back.

Kumon: We’re back, Nii-chan!

Muku: We’re back, Ju-chan.

Juza: The food’s ready. Tsuzuru-san made simmered pork today.

Kumon: Yay! I’ll get lots of refills!

Juza: Also, I got chocolates from that shop we’ve been eyeing, if you wanna have dessert.

Muku: Really? I’m so happy. I think I used my head a bit too much, because I’ve been craving something sweet. I can’t wait!

Juza: Looks like you worked hard. Tell me about it later.

Kumon: Okay! We got tired, but it was fun!

Muku: We learned lots.

-

Kumon: Ah~ I’m beat~ Maybe practicing by myself after the workshop was a bit too much…

Kumon: But this has been a super intense week~ Muku being with me made reviewing much more helpful, so it felt pretty satisfying.

Kumon: All that’s left is to practice by myself whenever I can, and give everyone some whiplash with how much I’ve grown when they get back~!

Kumon: Owowow… Some thorough stretching and a good massage would be so good right about now…

[Phone vibrating]

Kumon: Oh, it’s Yamaguchi.

[Kumon picks up]

Kumon: Hello?

Yamaguchi: “Ah, is now a good time?”

Kumon: Yup! Something wrong?

Yamaguchi: “Nah, we’ve just both been busy and haven’t talked much, so I was wondering what you’re up to.”

Kumon: Listen to this~ I’ve been going to a workshop, and it’s so physically demanding that I’m beat. What about you?

Yamaguchi: “I’m using up all my juice on uni baseball practice. We have a bunch of consecutive matches lined up, so it’s gonna be rough.”

Kumon: I’ll give you a massage next time we hang!

Yamaguchi: “Oh yeah, you’re good at this stuff, aren’t ya Kumon? You read lots of books and had the coach teach you.”

Kumon: I learned how my body works and how to prevent injuries, it was really interesting and useful.

Yamaguchi: “Actors also have to move around a lot during performances, so it’s pretty tough for you all too, right? Wouldn’t it be a good idea to do this to your troupemates too?”

Yamaguchi: “You guys also exert your bodies, so this would be good to prevent injuries.”

Kumon: I see…! You’re right. I’ll look a lil more into massages for actors!

Yamaguchi: “Good luck. I’ll come see your next play too.”

Kumon: Good luck at your matches too, Yamaguchi!

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The Lucky Guy's Birthday

Kuroda's Birthday 4★ story (1/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: terrace (evening) | Characters: Kuroda, Renoir, Monet, Raffaello, Giotto, Watteau

Kuroda: This is… Your painting, right, Raffaello? You're doing better than before.

Giotto: Yeah, you're paintin' the shadows darker than usual, ain't that nice!

Raffaello: Is that so? Well, I have been painting with softer shading, so... I thought I could try something different for a change. I am relieved to hear you say it is good. Thank you.

Kuroda: You don't have to thank me. I learn a lot from your paintings.

Renoir: Okay, now let's take a look at my painting–

Monet: No no! Today's art appreciation session will end with Raffaello-san's painting!

Renoir: Oooh? Is that so?

Watteau: Right? Next time we can admire Renoir's paintings, next time!

Kuroda: Hm? There's still time to…

... No, let's end this.

Giotto: Aight! Well then, let's have a drink–

Monet: Giotto-san! We just finished drinkin’!

Giotto: … Ah! Now that I think of it, you're right! Sorry, sorry, I forgot.

Kuroda: –If there's no alcohol, I guess it's time to call it a day.

Giotto: Yeah. Sorry to say we've run out of booze…

I'll clean up today. Kuroda, ya can go back first, 'kay?

Kuroda: … I see. Well, take care.

Giotto: Yeah, leave it to me!

Monet: … Phew. Looks like Kuroda-sensei's gone!

Raffaello: Well then, let us start discussing.

Renoir: What do you mean discuss?

Monet: We need to talk ‘bout Kuroda-sensei's birthday, which is comin’ up soon– We talked yesterday ‘bout how we should all think of ways to celebrate together.

Renoir: Ah! Come to think of it, you're right.

Watteau: So, what are we gonna do? I'd say we should celebrate, but Kuroda-sensei doesn't like sweets, does he?

Raffaello: That is true. If he does not like sweets, it is not going to be possible to celebrate with a cake…

Giotto: If that's the case, there's only one thing left to do!

Raffaello: Giotto-san, what is this "thing"?

Giotto: It's alcohol, alcohol! We're gonna have a drinkin’ party for Kuroda!

Monet: Huuuh, but that doesn't sound any different than a regular drinkin’ party…

Watteau: Hmm… Well, why don't we try makin' it more gorgeous? A birthday special version! Somethin' like that?

Monet: Uuh… Well, that makes it feel special, doesn't it…?

Raffaello: … So, we have to be more enthusiastic with our preparations than usual.

Renoir: Well then, I know a place where we can get the booze.

Giotto: Great! Then ya can order it!

Raffaello: Thank you, Renoir-kun.

Ah… Good drinks need good snacks, too.

Giotto: Snacks, huh… Yeah, that’s important. Makes the drinks taste better.

Monet: Yup yup! So how 'bout Watteau and I come up with some snacks, huh?

Watteau: Okay, I'll take care of it. I'll prepare the best snacks for our boozy birthday party.

Giotto: Well then, Raffaello, why don't we go and see if anyone else can join us for a drink?

Raffaello: Yes, it is a birthday party, so the more, the merrier.

Watteau: Alriiight! So, this is how we decided to divide the roles, right?

Giotto: Yeah. Well then, let's get ready–

Monet: W-Wait a sec! Since we're here, why don't we prepare without Kuroda-sensei knowin’ 'bout it?

Renoir: I see. So you mean a surprise party.

Watteau: Nicee! I wanna see Teach's surprised face!

Raffaello: Then we will have to act as discreetly as possible.

Giotto: Gotcha! Let's do it!

Monet: We all gotta work together… Let's make Kuroda-sensei's surprise birthday party a success!

Everyone: Yeah!

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Found Family

Abby x F! Reader Mini Series

Warnings: Mentions of rape, extreme fluff, brief hints at "mommy kink" and sexual notions

Chapter Five; Big Brother

*FOUR MONTHS PREGNANT*

A sweet, relaxing song plays from the record player. Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe. My absolute favorite. I sing along with the lyrics, swaying side to side slowly as I fold laundry. Abby's downstairs washing dishes, the two of us working on our early morning chores while Lev sleeps in. It's nice that the three of us get weekends off. It gives us a break and time to spend with each other.

My stomach has grown quite a bit, making my pregnancy harder to hide and my clothes harder to fit into. I've stolen many of Abby's shirts these past couple of months. Abby and I plan on telling Lev about the baby when he wakes up, especially since tomorrow is the day we finally get to know the gender of the baby.

'You didn't have to smile at me

Your grin's the sweetest

That I've ever seen

But you did

Yes you did'

As I sing along, lost in thought, I don't even notice Abby sneak into the bedroom, tip toeing up behind me.

"Gotcha!" She yells, grabbing my waist. I scream, nearly jumping out of my skin as I drop the shirt I was folding. Abby laughs, tickling my sides.

"Asshole!" I laugh, putting my hands over hers. "You coulda given me a heart attack!"

"Oh, well we wouldn't want that, huh?" Abby teases, peppering my neck and jaw with kisses. "Didn't know you could sing." She mumbles against my cheek, swaying side to side with me.

"Eh." I shrug. "I'm not great at it."

"Well I think you have the voice of an angel." Abby says, turning me around to face her. I drape my arms over her shoulders, the laundry long forgotten as I get lost in Abby's smile.

"Sap." I smile.

She laughs, kissing me softly. "You ready to tell Lev?"

"Mhm." I nod, turning back around to finish folding the laundry. That's when the baby shifts around a little in my stomach. "Woah!" I put my hand on my stomach, rubbing circles to try to calm the baby. It's always so active in the morning. I wish Abby could feel it but the doctor said only a couple more months and she'll be able to feel it kicking.

"You okay?" Abby asks, standing next to me and looking at me with worried eyes.

"Oh, yeah." I smile. "Our baby just decided now's the time to do a little boogie."

Abby chuckles, kneeling in between me and the bed and holding my stomach. She lifts my shirt a little, sliding her hands underneath. "Hey, you little goober." She says to the little being. She kisses right above my navel. "It's too early to be squirmin' around in there, you're distracting mommy!"

I smile at the new title. "Mommy, huh?" I run my fingers through Abby's hair, messing up her braid a little. She looks up at me with a smile.

"C'mon." She chuckles. "We both know I'm gonna be momma." I pretend to think it over, putting a finger to my chin.

"Hmm. I could get used to that." I laugh, gently cupping Abby's face and guiding her back up. She hums, kissing my lips. "But say it again just in case." I mumble against her lips.

"What- which one?" Abby laughs. I laugh with her, reaching back and grabbing her ass. I pull her closer to me, our bodies pressed against each other.

"Both of them." I laugh. She puts her hands on my hips, fingers pressing into the skin gently.

"Well..." Abby pauses, a hint of excitement in her eyes. I have no doubt mine look the same. "You would be..." She pauses again, kissing me. "Mommy." I laugh a little as she beams down at me. "And I..." Another kiss. "would be..." I hum into the third kiss. "Momma." Her grip on my waist has tightened a little.

"Oh yeah." I laugh. "I can get used to this."

Abby grins, a fire growing in her hazel eyes. "Good." She chuckles.

A loud thud from across the hall tears us out of our thoughts. Lev's room! The two of us immediately run into his room, seeing him sitting on the floor rubbing the back of his head. "Ouch." He groans.

"Lev, are you okay?" I ask, a hand over my frantically beating heart.

"Yeah. Sorry." Lev says, standing up. "Fell out of bed." He sighs. Abby and I look at each other, holding back laughs. "Don't you dare laugh!" Lev points at us, holding back his own laughter.

"We're not laughing!" Abby snorts. "Just... it's a little funny." She bites her lip, a wide grin on her face.

"Shut up." Lev says, trying unsuccessfully to hide his smile. I decide it's finally time we tell him about the baby.

"Hey, Lev?" I pause as he looks at me. "Come on downstairs and eat breakfast. Abby and I gotta tell you somethin'." I make it seem as casual as possible, trying to pass it off as some kind of patrol orders or something.

"Okay." Lev nods. "I'll be down in a second." Abby and I head downstairs, a little worried about how Lev will react. The two of us sit in the living room, watching some random movie while we wait for Lev. After a few minutes, he walks in with a bowl of cereal, sitting next to me on the couch, putting me in between two of my three favorite people. "So, what did you wanna tell me?" Lev asks, taking a bite of his cereal.

I take a deep breath, picking at my nails as I will myself to tell Lev what I should've told him months ago. "Lev, I'm pregnant." It comes out clear and calm, my voice hiding how nervous I am. Lev puts his spoon down, looking between Abby and I with a confused frown.

"But..." He pauses. "I thought girls can't get each other pregnant unless one of them has a-"

"They can't." Abby cuts him off, speaking gently. She gets up, moving to kneel in front of him. "Lev, do you remember when I told you that the Rattlers hurt Y/N really bad?" Lev nods. "They did... inappropriate things to her without her consent." Abby tenses up, looking at me for approval to keep going. I place a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly to let her know it's okay. "Do you remember what that's called?" Lev nods, scared to say the actual word in front of me. I don't blame him, I'm scared to use the word myself.

"Lev, honey." He looks at me with the most sincere and pitiful eyes. "What happened to me was... it was awful. But this baby... it's not. Abby and I wanna keep it and we... we want you to be it's big brother. If you want to, of course."

Lev's eyes light up with joy. "You mean I get a little sister?!" Abby and I laugh at his enthusiasm.

"We don't know if it's a girl or boy yet, goober." Abby stands up, ruffling Lev's hair before sitting back down beside me. "But yes, in a few months, you'll have a little sibling. Y/N's already four months along now."

"Holy shit." Lev whispers. "Can... can I see?" He asks, referring to my stomach. I nod, lifting my (Abby's) shirt past my stomach to let him see the bump that was getting harder and harder to conceal. "There's a baby in there?!" Lev asks, looking up at me in amazement. I nod, smiling at him.

Lev reaches to put a hand on my stomach, hesitating for a moment. "Go ahead." I say. "It's okay." He puts his hand on my stomach, moving it along the curve.

"Woah!" Lev laughs. "Wait... is this why I haven't been allowed in the guest room?" He glares up at Abby and she smiles.

"Yeah." Abby shrugs. "We've been turning it into the baby's room. Wanted it to be a surprise." The baby moves, causing me to flinch a little out of shock.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Lev asks, taking his hand off my stomach.

"Nono it's okay." I assure him, guiding his hand back to the bump. "The baby's moving around in there."

"Really?!" Lev moves to press his ear to my stomach.

"Yeah." I chuckle. "I think it can sense your touch. It's saying 'Hi, big brother!'" Lev laughs, trying to see if he can hear the baby moving.

"In about a month, we'll be able to feel it kick." Abby says. "And we might even be able to see it moving." She remembers the last bit from one of the dozens of pregnancy books and articles she's started bringing home. She's read each one at least twice in order to know everything she can about the baby and pregnancy. It's cute that she's trying to be so prepared. As Abby starts listing off a few more facts she read, the baby shifts in a way that almost feels like it's doing a backflip in my stomach, causing me to let out an involuntary gasp. "Y/N?!" Abby puts a hand on my back, her and Lev looking at me cautiously.

"Jesus." I let out a breathy laugh. "Little bean's groovin' in there." Abby and Lev laugh at my description of the baby moving. It moves again. "Is it trying to do the Cupid Shuffle?!" The three of us laugh harder.

"I think it's saying 'Mommy, you need to eat! We're starving!'" Abby grins, rubbing my back.

"Alriiight." I sigh. "Guess I do need to eat." Abby, Lev and I spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch, watching movies and talking about the baby as well as telling stories from our adventures. Lev tells me about the time Abby tried to teach him Backgammon and Abby tells me about her encounter with the Rat King. I rest my head on Abby's shoulder, feeling perfectly content sitting beside my family.

The next morning, the three of us head to the infirmary to find out the gender of the baby. After another ultrasound, the doctor comes in with a clipboard. "The baby's in perfect health, Mrs. Anderson!" He says. At first, I think he's talking to Abby, but he's looking directly at me. I glance at Abby and she winks with a playful smile. Ah, of course. She's the one who put 'Y/N Anderson' in my file. Honestly... I can't complain. It fits perfectly; shows that Abby and I are together. I'm hers, she's mine. "It looks like you're about nineteen and a half weeks along. The baby is right where it should be in the development stages."

"And the gender?" I ask, grabbing Lev and Abby's hands.

"Mrs. and Mrs. Anderson..." He pauses for dramatic effect, smiling at us. I feel my breath hitch in my throat, so extremely excited. "In just a few months, you will be bringing a beautiful baby girl into the world!" Abby immediately pulls me into a hug, squeezing me carefully as I hug back. The two of us cry, absolutely overjoyed.

Lev stands up on his chair, raising his fists in the air. "I knew it! I fucking knew it!"

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Take Your Time / Bucky Barnes (pt. 3)

request(s): *ENDGAME REQUEST* like your Steve’s gf but when he goes back in time he stays with Peggy and all you can think about is why weren’t you good enough for him to stay?? (This made me sad but o h well)

- YES! have her and bucky fall for each other while bonding over missing steve and bucky helps her move on and they become best friends and one day she looks at him and realizes she’s in love with him - Please make it into a small fic where the reader and Bucky start to fall for each other it’s to good to leave it as a cliffhanger the reader deserves to be happy buck deserves to be happy too 😭😭😭

plot: after the events of endgame, steve goes back in time to marry the girl of his dreams. but he leaves behind the girl that loves him more than anything. what’ll happen when steve’s not there to love her anymore, but bucky is?

part 1 part 2

steve soon became a memory, you and bucky living together soon after the night of you fixing his arm and slow dancing in the workshop. something about the way bucky held you and softly hummed to the music with your head on his chest made you feel something steve never did.

you yawned as you stretched your arms and legs, flopping your arms down. you looked around, nearly running out of the room when your nose was filled with the scent of bacon. you smile, throwing the blankets off of you. you put on a pair of sleeping shorts and a shirt, fixing your hair and heading downstairs. 

“well well well, look who has awoken” bucky smiles and you bow a little, making him laugh. “i made eggs, bacon and french toast. plus, a fresh pot off coffee” he set two plates on the kitchen table, staring at his work. you put in your creams and sugars, sitting at your plate and licking your lips. 

“this looks really good, buck. where’d you learn how to cook this?” you ask, eyebrow raised with a smirk on your mouth. he rolled his eyes, tying his hair back before digging in himself.

“only from the best” you giggle, eating the last of your eggs. “any plans for today?”

“not really, you?”

“nope” bucky pops the ‘p’ and sips his coffee, looking at you and curling the corner of his lips into a smile. 

“you wanna hang today? you know, a bucky and yn type of day?” you suggest, making bucky perk up and smile. 

“i would love that” 

you two chat as you eat breakfast, laughing and telling stupid old stories. while he was telling you a story about a war he once fought in, peter facetimed you on his school in italy for a field trip. “i miss you guys”

“we miss you too pal. we’ll have a sleepover when you come back?” bucky asks, head on your shoulder. you smile, leaning your head on the top of his head. 

“oh absolutely. it’s hard here.. all i see is.. is tony” peter sighed, bowing his head. you pout, bucky’s hand rubbing your thigh softly. 

“i know sweetheart. it’s gonna be like that for a long time. he was a superhero, an icon. if you ever need to talk, you know where to find us. we love you”

“love you guys too” you blow peter a kiss and bucky waves, hitting the red button. you sigh, looking at the table as you think for a minute. 

“i love that kid” you sigh, looking at bucky with your chin in your hand. “would you ever want kids with your wife?”

“i don’t know, maybe. it depends” he shrugs, looking at your lips then your eyes. “do you?”

“yes. with the right person, of course” you look up from the table, and look into his eyes. he gave you a different feeling than ever. butterflies, nerves. you snap out of it, smiling. “you wanna go watch a movie?”

“sure” bucky smiles, the both of you getting up and bringing your coffees over. you sit down, bucky sitting next to you and resting his hand on your thigh. you move your legs to lay across his thighs, bucky’s hands rubbing your legs as you watch ‘titanic’

bucky had never seen it before you, and when you two first watched it together, he shed a tear or two. it was his favorite movie you had shown him, and it was your guys’ favorite movie to watch together.

you switched positions again, laying your head on his thigh and staying in that position for a while. his fingers comb through your hair, and with a full belly and still waking up, you had fallen back again.

bucky looked down, studying your features as you slept in his lap. he was super upset about his best friend passing away, and you were there to console him. you were always there for bucky when he had his nightmares, his sleep walks, his sleep paralysis, everything, it was always you there. 

bucky always had tiny feelings for you when you started dating steve, but he couldn’t say anything because obviously you and steve loved each other. bucky always hated seeing you two together, but never said or did anything. not until steve went back to peggy. he was there for your nightmares, helping put back the pieces of your broken heart- and it worked. 

the movie had finished and he switched it to another one, softly combing his fingers through your hair. you groaned and shifted, mumbling in your sleep. 

“mm.. bucky.. k.. kiss me please” you mumble, sighing as you softly snored again. bucky didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he felt his head pound. did you actually mean that, or was it just a crazy dream?

he shook his head, watching the tv and playing with your hair again. you quickly shot up, gasping and holding onto bucky’s thigh. you made bucky jump, holding your cheek and rubbing his thumb over your skin. 

“are you alright, doll? what happened?” you hold his wrist, relaxing into his hand and closing your eyes. “yn?” you remember the dream you were having, opening your eyes and kissing his palm. 

“kiss me” you blurted, bucky gulping and cocking his head slightly. 

“what?”

“kiss me, bucky” he grabbed your neck, pulling you forward and connecting your lips with his. your fingers grip his hair, slowly straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands rub over your back, grabbing your shirt in his hands. you pull away, the both of you panting with your foreheads pressed together. 

“you have no idea how long i’ve waited to kiss you like that” he breathed, making you laugh and kiss him again. “i don’t want to rush you into anything, i know you’re-”

“bucky.. it’s been amazing living with you together for nearly 8 months. and.. i don’t really know if i should say this.. but.. i love you, bucky. i love how you took care of me, and how you still do. i love how you watch silly movies with me”

“yn” he tilts your chin down, kissing your nose. “i love you too, doll” 

“oh, thank god” you sigh, kissing him again. you pull away, the both of you smiling at each other. you comb your fingers through his hair, pulling it down and smiling as it reaches his shoulders. 

“i wanna cut it” he said and you look at him. “i’m serious, i want to go back to short hair”

“awesome, i can’t wait to see you with short hair” you smile, admiring his locks. 

“can you cut it?” bucky asked and you smile, kissing him over and over. “i’m gonna take that as a yes. have you cut hair before?”

“yeah i used to cut tony and steve’s all the time. so you’re in good hands” you clap and rub your hands together, hopping off of the couch. you held out your hand and bucky took it, standing up too with a smile. you pulled him upstairs, grabbing a stool and putting it in the bathroom. “alright, we’re gonna wash your hair first” 

bucky took off his shirt and leaned back into the sink, your fingernails scratching the shampoo into his scalp. bucky’s eyes rolled backwards and let out a groan from the back of his throat. you cleared your throat and licked your lips, rinsing out the shampoo. you pat his hair, wrapping the towel around his shoulders. you clip it together and brush his hair, bucky watching you focus on his hair. 

“can i turn on some music?” bucky asked and you nodded, bucky opening his phone. “can you help me find the music app?” you laugh, swiping the screen and showing him where the spotify app was. 

“you’re such an old man” you tease, kissing his cheek. you stood back up and he turned on the playlist you made of music you like and the songs you think he would like. you mumble the words as you braid his hair, pouting a bit. “i’m gonna miss braiding your hair” 

“i can always grow it out for the winter” he smiles and you pick up the scissors, your chin on his shoulders as you look at him in the mirror. “i’m ready” 

“alriiight” you said singy-songy, standing up and putting the scissors to the top of his braid. you snipped off his braid, gasping and holding it up. “barney, look it, all your hair is gone” you smile and he blushes at the nickname. you finished cutting his hair, getting it to the short length he wanted. 

“babe.. you made me look good” his fingers ran through his short hair, unclipping the towel. you put away the scissors and hold his arm. 

“you’re so handsome either way, barney. but you do look really sexy with short hair” you sweep up the hair and throw it away, looking up at bucky who still was running his fingers through his hair. you put the broom back in the closet and stood up, flopping on the bed and turning on the tv. bucky turned off the light in the bathroom, laying on the bed in between your legs. 

your fingers ran through his hair, legs over his shoulders as you both watched the movie. bucky adjusted his head and you shivered at his scruff rubbed against your skin. “did i do something?” he turned his head, making the situation worse. 

“your scruff just tickled me” you lick your lips and his metal fingers run up and down your leg. “buck..”

“do you want me to stop?” he whispered, turning to lay on his stomach. you shook your head, bucky looking up at you as he pulled down your shorts. “you are gorgeous, doll” he mumbled, leaning forward and licking a stripe up your slit. he pushes his two fingers inside of your pussy, curling his fingers and flicking his tongue against your clit. 

“bucky.. mm.. fuck yes” you moan, gripping the bed sheets in one hand and his hair in another. your hips roll against his fingers and tongue, the pleasure foreign as you hadn’t done anything sexual with someone else for months. “buck i’m gonna cum.. fuck fuck fuck, right there” you arch your back as he picks up his pace of his fingers and tongue, looking up at you as you cum, a string of moans and profanities roll off your tongue. 

“you’re so gorgeous when you cum, doll” he wipes his mouth and you kiss him, his fingers brushing your clit and you jump. “sorry, are you alright?”

“i’m okay, j-just haven’t done that in a while” you breathe, bucky smiling and washing his hands, cleaning you up softly. you pulled up your shorts and sat up, bucky coming back into the room. “thank you, bucky”

“for?” he sat next to you, hand on your thigh. 

“taking care of me when i needed it the most. always making sure i was okay, and never really taking time for yourself. thank you for taking care of peter with me, too. he really needs someone like you in his life. and thank you for loving me” you tear up and he smiles, holding your face and wiping the one tear that ran down your face. “i love you, james”

“i love you, yn. and i promise to love you and only you for the rest of my days” he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours softly. you deepened the kiss, hugging him into you. you pull away, putting your face into his neck. bucky held onto you, rubbing his hands up your back. when he hugged you, you felt like all your pieces were together again, that bucky put you back together.

[themadauthorshatter]

SOOOOOO

I've been reading this story by @spacebiscuitarts on Instagram(Thanks again so much for your permission! I really hope you enjoy this!!) called Human Piece, which I recommend to those who are okay with serious topics, so you don't get too scared.

Because I'm insane and either have a twisted sense of humor or because this is just how my brain works, I see things in fiction like a paid production a lot🤷‍♀️, I thought about what would happen if this was a legit production being made, like a movie or TV show.

And what if it had bloopers?😈

TW for mentions of torture and cannibalism here for sensitive readers and viewers.

Human Piece Story ACTOR AU BLOOPERS!!!!!

Outtakes starting from the beginning:

Charles and Henry meet up at Charles's house and seriously overdo the whole hugging "haven't seen you in forever, when was the last time we hung out" thing, with Charles making a passing mention that Henry isn't leaving. The two laugh and start the scene over.

While Henry's taking a phone call, Charles breaks the sleeping pill packet and drops the pills everywhere. "Oops." TAKE 2: Charles slips two pills in Henry's drink, but production didn't get the right pills, they're those brightly colored capsules instead of white/colorless pills that dissolve, so Henry sees them when he walks back into the room.

Henry: "Charles?"

Charles: "Hm?"

Henry: "What did you put in my water?" (Cue that Henry smug face as he ppints to his glass and Charles fights a laughing fit.)

Charles" (While he's laughing.) "I don't- How did those get there?!" 😅😂

Henry: "Chaaarles?"

Charles: "They just... We need different pills!"😂

Take 3 of the same scene: everything goes fine, except, Henry overdoes the "getting knocked out with sleeping pills" thing, like he drinks his water and then falls forward on the table.

Next scene, Charles is trying to drag Henry into the "basement set," but keeps laughing because Henry is 6' and keeps trying to crawl out of frame to help him out.

BTS stuff as they set up cameras and movie whatnots in the basement: Charles reviews his lines and practices his cannibal act as Henry is getting his body makeup done and getting the run down of what to do when he's too uncomfortable in the restraints on the table; if it got to be too much, he just needed to either snap his fingers or simply say 'cut.' They also have a paramedic on standby, in case Henry's body gets negatively affected from being restrained too long and because Henry's been dieting to 'get in shape' for his role.

Henry falls asleep on the table, semi-restrained. However, the crew take the chance to try and get a shot of Henry 'sleeping and coming to' by having the cameras roll while he slept.

Charles succeeded in getting this shot, by shaking him on the middle, but Henry falls back asleep.

They wake him up with a "CUT!"

The shots of Henry jolting awake and freaking out at seeing where he is aren't acting. That was his genuine reaction. He'd semi-forgotten where he was or what they were doing. When he calms down, Henry actually laughs, a little nervous, and asks to be untied and not be filmed sleeping.

Charles messes up the shots of Henry on the table too, because he kept lying down next to him and saying he found his new spot to sleep and his favorite pillow to sleep with, kept making Henry panic because he was in a very vulnerable position for which to be tickle attacked, and just kept making him laugh.

During the 'torture' scenes, Henry and Charles made each other laugh, Henry laughing on accident because Charles looked funny and Charles because Henry was laughing, and because part of him kept wanting to mess with Henry.

This exchange happened while shooting:

Henry: "Uh... Charles?"

Charles: "Yes, Henry?"

Henry: "Why is there a camera in your basement?"

Charles: "... Which one are you takllking about, WE'RE SURROUNDED BY CAMERAS RIGHT NOW!"

Both break down in laughter afetr that, though Henry does call Charles a pervert for having a camera in his basement.

There was an instance where Henry had a panic attack and had to get out of the restraints. It happened during the 'champagne scene;' they used carbonated water so neither actor would get intoxicated, and everyone thought it was just him acting.

He wasn't.

Thank goodness the next scene began with him 'coming to' from passing out, because Henry SERIOUSLY needed to take a break after that.

When asked in an interview, he admitted he was okay with Charles's acting, he was okay with the torture, he was okay with how real his injuries looked. He broke down when his mind went from, 'we're filming something, this is all fake, I'm safe,' to 'OH S**T! I got kidnapped, I'm getting tortured! I'm going to die here! Someone save me!'

They were okay to keep filming after a few hours.

During the 'Charles the dentist' scene, it was laughter all round because Henry playing that game where you put a thing in your mouth that keeps it open and you try to say stuff. He says ANYTHING he can, and it leads to Charles continuously laughing.

The 'tooth removal' scene was one of the hardest to film because Henry kept moving away and Charles had a hard time holding him; Henry's stronger than he looks.

The missing teeth are CGI.

The teeth on the bracelet are fake. The paramedic has a dentist friend that makes insanely realistic acrylic teeth.

Henry's reaction to seeing the teeth bracelet, which made Charles laugh: "You sick F(BLEEP!)! GIVE ME BACK MY TEETH! You-YOU are SO lucky this table is holding me back! Actually, you know what? I'LL TAKE YOU ON RIGHT HERE! LET'S GO!!"

During the scene where Charles and Henry eat the "human flesh," it's really muscley bacon that was cooked enough to have crisp, but not enough to be breakable; so they basically made jerky for the shot, and both actors ate it off screen.

Henry had a hard time looking disturbed as he ate really good jerky.

The 'fire poker/fried food' scene wasn't easy to shoot because Charles kept dropping the poker, which also caught fire while he torched it, and he had no idea how to brand something while being sadistic.

Henry did his part of screaming and panicking as Charles slowly pushed the poker into the frame, but got tired when he realized how slowly Charles was moving.

Henry: 😑"... Can you hurry it up, please? I'm on a schedule?" 😡

Charles: "You have a schedule for being tortured?"😆

Henry: "Yes. I get tortured strictly between 10 a.m. and 11 a.m.!"🤣

They had to apply the burn makeup while Henry was still on the table. Charles took the opportunity to mess with him a little bit: 'Charles was here! Ha ha! I'm the best!' written on Henry's stomach in marker.

Charles's cut line that acted as his lie: "Henry? Which Henry? Oh, THAT Henry? That Henry Missing? Psh! I don't know what happened to him. Psh! Basement? In MY basement? I don't know what you're talking about. Locked in my house, what? I'm- I'M the crazy one? Psh! Don't be ridiculous."

They had to use over 20 anklets because Henry and Charles kept breaking them.

When Charles untied Henry, he did so humming in a long take that ended with the camera showing both him and Henry. It would've been a perfect take, too, but Henry had his hands resting on his stomach and an irritated look in his face as he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you done? Because I need you to help me sit up."

Charles was in a song and dance mood, so there was a lot of him humming, doing a little shimmy, and Henry just trying to keep it together to get the shot right.

Henry was not in the mood, but Charles got him into it.

When asked in an interview, Charles admitted he wasn't actually going crazy. He was just having a great time.

Henry had to change his sweater once in a take because he spilled soup on in from laughing too hard; all Charles's fault.

Turns out Henry's 'diet' wasn't enough to make him look malnourished, and the team didn't want him to actually hurt himself, so they used makeup and a shirt that made him look small. It worked, though Henry finally got into the 'mess around' mood and tucked his knees, arms, and head inside the shirt; "Try making me into a soup now!"

During the scene where Charles 'washed' Henry's sweater, Charles burned himself on accident because he stood too close to the fire.

In Henry's 'escape plan' scene, he actually messed up a few times: forgetting he's supposed to be atrophied, noting he could bust the vent and climb through it, shouting to the upstairs, "HELP! LET ME OOOUUUT!", and pretending the garden clippers he found were a baseball bat and a microphone.

Charles's cut line as he opened his laptop in the next scene: "Alriiight. Time to see if Game of Thrones is getting that rewrite. (Checks) ...NO!"

Another cut line from Charles: "OH! Henry us going to hit ME when I come check on him!? OH! (Holds up remote)It's a good thing I can give him the SHOCK of his life!"😉😜

Henry didn't know how to look like he was getting electrocuted, so someone had to teach him, since they did not want to hurt him any further, considering his 'diet.'

They also gave him some padding on his torso because Charles had to wear military grade boots, and Charles didn't want to hurt him.

On his way storming down the stairs, Charles almost fell twice, and had to practice running down a flight of stairs, since he'd never done it before.

Henry's reaction at seeing Charles practice run down the stair for the fifth time: "Oh, look! It's Cinder-Charles-a!" It got a laugh out of everyone.

On the 157th take, Charles got running down the stairs right and sprinted until he stopped in front of and grabbed Henry, who broke off the anklet and threw it at him in a panic.

It would've been a phenomenal take, if Henry didn't throw the anklet or break it.

2nd attempt at Charles stopping at Henry: they collided and fell down.

Henry had to talk shit to get Charles to hit him, and that wasn't easy because there isn't a lot that gets Charles 'catching hands' mad.

A lot of the hits were a close miss and CGI, but one hit wasn't fake: a punch Charles threw into the corner of Henry's mouth completely on accident. Henry didn't take it personally at all, if anything he said that Charles threw a good punch, but that didn't stop Charles from feeling bad for the rest of the day.

For Henry's bloody mouth and nose, they used non-toxic fake blood that tasted like caramel, which led to Henry eating a lot of it on accident.

Durimg Charles's monologue, Henry could not stop laughing. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't stop. They had to redo the scene numerous times.

In the middle of Charles's monologue, Henry wiped off a little fake blood on his chin using his finger and booped Charles with it.

When they finally got the whole monologue, Charles grabbed the clippers, put them back, and stomped away groaning, "I'm calling the manager!"

During Henry's crying scene, he couldn't get a tear to fall. He laughed a lot, but couldn't cry. He tried sad music, sad memories, artificial tears, but nothing worked. They tried to get this shot for three days until, on the third day, Henry got in, got his makeup done, and got in position as the cameras started rolling. He absolutely broke down in front of the cameras and the crew, including Charles. And it wasn't simply crying, either. He BROKE DOWN. When they got the shot done, Henry did not move, staying on the floor. Charles joined him and the two ended up hugging.

In an interview, Henry revealed that he got a call form his family and a family member was sick. He broke down because said family member said they loved him and hoped the film shoot did well.

He called them back later and they both got better.

During the 'wake up' scene, Charles, still guilty about that accidental punch and not wanting to see him cry again, was scared of kicking Henry. Henry insisted it was okay because he was wearing the padding under his short, so he could handle a good kick.

Charles had the hardest time saying, "Good morning, bitch," with a straight face; too many times hearing 'bitch' used in a funny way. He asked to not say 'bitch,' but the director needed them to recite their lines word for word.

After sitting up, Henry gestures to be carried and Charles obliges, piggybacking him and running around the table.

Steering Henry wasn't easy because he kept trying to walk ahead of Charles amd kept looking back to make sure he knew where he and the rest of the crew were going.

The hardest part of shooting the scenes on the upper level again: looking visibly uncomfortable and foreign, and trying to shoot a scene with a mini camera crew and two makeup artists in the bathroom.

Charles kept holding Henry by the shoulders and steering him around like a bicycle or motorcycle. They thought it was funny, but the directir didn't.

I won't go into full detail of the bathroom scene, but I'll say these two things: 1. It was the hardest scene for Henry to shoot, because of the limited space and because he couldn't grab and hold on to the razor blade. 2. It was, hands down, the scariest scenes for him to shoot.

Charles did make a breakfast for Henry, he just put it in the microwave to keep it warm until they were done shooting the scene.

Charles also ruined a bunch of eggs because he tried to be Mads Mikkelsen.

There were too many bloopers of Charles drinking coffee and then talking to a nervous Henry, and this is just one of them:

Charles: (sips his coffee) "Henry."

Henry: "...Yeah?"😰

Charles: "How's school going?"

Henry: (Upon realizing that Charles is just messing with him) "Okay, I guess." 😅

Charles: (Still super serious) "You're guessing just okay?"

Henry: "Yeah."

Charles: "What about your grades? Are those okay, you guess?"

Henry: (Done with this) "You're a cannibal with fridge magnets, so you cannot be the one setting the bar here."

(Both burst into laughter.)

Another blooper is of Henry, as a joke, miming an attack toawrds Charles upon seeing he did not make him any breakfast. Still scared the crap out of Charles.

"Sit on your knees." Henry's response: Taking the plate of cookies and somewhat yelling, "NO."

When Henry's on the floor and Charles rubs his head, Henry seriously has to fight punching Charles, who's also pinching his cheeks and saying, "Who's a good boy?"

When Charles sort of teases Henry with the cookie, Henry glares at him and threatens to bite his hand off and throw away his fridge magnets, which Hannibal Lecter wouldn't be caught dead using.

The bloopers of the latest part of the story:

Charles: "Who is your master?"

Henry: "Shut up and let me eat, you (BLEEP!)"

TAKE 2

Charles: "Who is your master?"

Henry: (Shrugs as he hums, 'I don't know.')

TAKE 5:

Charles: "Who is my- Wait, no. YOUR master?"

Henry: "HA HA! I win!"

TAKE 7:

Charles: "Who is your Master?"

Henry: (Leans over and pecks Charles on the cheek.)

(Charles smiles and blushes as the room fills with, "Aaaaw's"

TAKE 10:

Charles: "Who is your master?"

Henry: (Blows in his face, like he's putting out a candle by blowing on it.)

Charles: (Leans back in his chair and points/gestures to Henry.) "The DISRESPECT!"

TAKE 15:

Charles: "Who is your master?"

Henry: "Who's YOUR master?"

Charles: "(fighting a laugh) ... I'm in control here."

Henry: "I'M in control."

Charles: "No, I'M in control."

Henry: "Charles, buddy, I'm in control."

Charles: "You, sir, are not listening. I am in control here."

Henry: "No, I'm in control."

Charles: (Trying not to laugh) You are not in control! I kidnapped you, therefore I am in control, not you! I'm in control! Who's in control?"

Henry: "I AM in control."

Charles: "I'M-... How are you in control here?"

Henry: "I don't have to pay taxes."

(Charles sits back as Henry smirks and the rest of the room 'OH's at that burn).

AND THAT IS IT! Thanks for reading this, this was honestly something that was crazy scary to me because I'm honestly an anxious mess. No idea if I'm makimg a part 2 of this, but we'll see😅

Again, please go check out @spacebiscuitarts on Instagram for her Human Piece story because it's art.

Thanks again to @spacebiscuitarts again for guvung me permission to make this, I really hope you liked this. I'm a sucker for edge and angst, all the same my brian has bursts of, 'what if it was a movie or TV show and there were bloopers?' I don't know, I think that's just me not getting too absorbed in the edge🤷‍♀️

Anyway, thanks again for reading, one and all, I hope you all enjoyed!!!!

[yakocchi]

FALL in Love with the Prince (Royal Garden) // Voiced Mini Stories

youve heard of spring, but what about fall wow innovative wait what happened to summer Luckily, this event is coinciding with the first few days of the election, so at least scoring high in this event isn’t a complete waste. tho the social election is essentially just a clout contest for ballad fans and then some... so maybe it is kind of a waste 

ok but i don’t understand why the reqs to get each mini prince are so high. like the highest singular prize is at 3300, but to get one mini prince you need to give the chara 1200. 1200*8 characters = 9600 to get them all??? that’s just bad calculus. they look dumb by themselves too so excuse me staff-

Translations behind the cut!

Glenn (CV. Ishikawa Kaito)

[G]: “If you’re talking ‘painting’, it’s quite difficult to do. There’s the profundity of it, and also maintaining artistic balance...” [G]: “B-Because I’m not saying that I’m bad at it, really! Don’t get the wrong idea, all right?” [G]: “It’s just that when it comes to autumn, it’s known as the season of the arts... That’s just a bit of my train of thought there.” [G]: “I, for a little bit, particularly studied the arts to that extent... N-Never mind, forget it.”

There’s an expression (and Glenn uses it here):「芸術の秋」”autumn of the arts” (or “autumn is for the fine arts”).  To put it very briefly, this concept was popularized back in the 1900s from government-sponsored art exhibitions that became a fall tradition over the years.

Zain (CV. Hirakawa Daisuke)

[Z]: “If you are to discuss ‘autumn’, what do you like about it?” [Z]: “Huh?... Fine art, you say?” [Z]: “Right now, are you not thinking about food instead?” [Z]: (laughs) “’How do you know that’? It is written all over your face, you know.” [Z]: “You are truly easy to read. Then, shall we go and have some delicious food together?”

Joshua (CV. Namikawa Daisuke)

[J]: “Your tennis skills have improved from before.” [J]: “That is all thanks to my guidance?” [J]: “...I-Is that so?” [J]: “That may be so, but your technical skill has still a long way to go.” [J]: “From this moment on, I shall continue guiding you with great vigor!”

Edward (CV. Okitsu Kazuyuki)

[E]: “Are you willing to show me the kite design you have made?” [E]: “Since it is the autumn of the arts, after all...” [E]: “The infinite potential that you have hidden inside the painting on this canvas— it simply will not let go of my interest on it.” [E]: “As I had thought, you are not simply just my partner—” [E]: “But also as my exclusive designer, your existence is a one of a kind.”

Keith (CV. Kondo Takashi)

[K]: “If we’re talking ‘fall’, it’s gotta be wine!” [K]: “...Jeez, are you drunk already?” [K]: “What’s wrong? If you want me to kiss you, then how about you try and do it yourself...?” [K]: “Pfft, you did pretty well, didn’t ya? Here’s your reward.” (kisses)

Roberto (CV. Kimura Ryohei)

[R]: “Alriiight, let’s have our fill of the ‘autumn of appetites’!” [R]: “’Cause even more than a dinner at a 3-star restaurant— to me, you’re the best meal I could ever have.” [R]: “...I won’t let you escape from me, you know?” [R]: “Mangiamo~!”

「食欲の秋」”Autumn of Appetites” (aka autumn is the season to get ur grub on) is another phrase but u probably didn’t need me to tell u that lol cookin like a chef im a five three-star michelin honestly surprised the writers know that a fancy restaurant is 3 stars but maybe im just the dumb dumb that didn’t know that until like a few years ago. rip

Wilfred (CV. Sakurai Takahiro)

[W]: “If we’re on the topic of autumn, one would expect reading, right?” [W]: “The nights are long and quiet, so you can make quite some progress... one would assume that, however—” [W]: “Unexpectedly, I end up thinking about unrelated things, like ‘what are you doing right now?’” [W]: “Nowadays, I feel like my reading is slowing down.”

Yakov (CV. Yasumoto Hiroki)

[Y]: “Autumn is the most ideal season for hunting.” [Y]: “But, although I can predict the movement of any animal,” [Y]: “When it comes to only your thoughts, I cannot predict such.” [Y]: “You are the one and only woman who can entertain me.”

phew hope everything on here made it ok. boring rl story but I’ve been out of power for essentially 20+ hours today so that was... something. you know those times where you regret not having those useful-in-niche-situations stuff like portable chargers yea that was the day all right

[uservillanelle]

Killing Eve ― 3x03 (Review)

Alriiight clowns, who’s ready for some 3x03 discussion? I don’t even remember how many times I’ve seen the episode already, but there are still some points I’d like to point out/talk about. So let’s get started!

Andalusia

As bad as it sounds, I enjoy seeing Villanelle do her job. It’s exactly where the show can show off some really incredible places in the world and of course explore different, creative ways of killing someone. However, this time in particular I don’t think it was realistic enough the way they did it. I mean, what kind of strength does Villanelle need to have in order to throw the tuning fork like that and instantly kill a person? You’d think it would take a lot more effort to have the tuning fork pierce human skull. No? 

Anyways, another thing is the nanny that Villanelle also killed. I believe only the pianist was her target, since she appeared to be rather taken aback by hearing the baby’s cries through the baby monitor. She didn’t expect anyone else to be in the house. She could’ve easily left without anyone seeing her, but she didn’t. “You really like that baby, huh? It’s not even yours.” So this kind of explains why she killed the nanny, since the baby wasn’t hers? But then again... I think this scene was needed for her to be able to take the baby and eventually this thing would escalate into her need to find her family. 

The Bathroom

Carolyn and Mo are analysing the circumstances of Kenny’s death. And what’s better way to do it than in a bathtub? Classic Carolyn. This reminds me of Villanelle’s “I have a thing for bathrooms, actually.” One of the recurring themes that the show expresses in such a natural way. 

The fact that the head of MPS still claims that it was suicide despite the lack of note or motivation. Makes me wonder just how many more cases like these are marked as ‘suicide’ when in reality there’s a lot more to the story to uncover. KE is really into all this shady stuff, hm?

Eve is SO done with Carolyn this season. She deserves it though, after betraying Eve but it is just so satisfying for me, at least, to watch them interact with this new formed dynamic. It’s refreshing that Eve was in a way replaced by Mo, who now is basically Carolyn’s assistent and not Eve. She did make her point for not wanting to work for Carolyn anymore, so she found someone else, while Eve is still active and in the game, just in her own way. Gotta love independent Eve Polastri.

Meetings Have Biscuits

Eve is really taking charge this season, not gonna lie. She basically set up this whole meeting, invited Jamie (whose name I constantly keep forgetting) and even ordered everybody on what they should be doing since neither Carolyn nor Jamie showed the initiative to work with one another. “You can have a biscuit when you tell me what the point of you is.” GOLDEN LINE!! I don’t usually agree with Carolyn, but YES! I’m not really sure what is Jamie’s role here. You can have Bear, who already helped to solve the rubbik cube’s puzzle while Jamie did what, exactly? I have a bad feeling about him but I’m not going to say it just yet... in case I’m wrong and do I hope I am.

Young mother with baby and grandma

I absolutely ADORED this scene in all ways. We got to see Villanelle interact with an actual baby without her doing any harm to him! That’s a rare gem we might not get to see again, so let’s appreciate it! Not only that but we got to see A BABY interact with A BABY. Villanelle’s a literal child and I love her to pieces. 

Ever since Villanelle found out that Eve’s alive she’s been back on her BS just like Dasha said and apparently it’s been DAYS. “What got into you?” So.. Dasha doesn’t know that Villanelle knows about Eve. Meaning Dasha is not communicating with Konstantin and probably doesn’t know about Eve. Then again, last episode she and Villanelle did have a talk about how she can’t go down the same road again. So is Dasha pretending not to know what’s going on or she truly isn’t aware?

Villanelle gets her next postcard. It’s London. She freaks out and we all know exactly why. Yeah, it’s like, WE also should be freaking out about it because Villanelle will be going to London in episode 3. Eve and Villanelle usually got her first reunion in episode 5 in previous seasons. So it does feel too soon and that’s exactly what Villanelle says next. “I’m not ready! How about that?” Of course she needs to prepare first. She’s extra like that. Not only she says it but she is actually nervous and her body language is TOO loud about it. 

This brings me to my next point... Dasha sees just how much of a mess Villanelle is and proceeds to “encourage” her once she hears that she’s not ready. “All you need is anorak and a face like cheese”. Okay, hear me out. Last episode Dasha and Villanelle were having a conversation about Felix and how Villanelle will have to “guide” him, encourage him and make him believe that he “can be good”. This is exactly what she’s doing with Villanelle now, or am I seeing things? Last time Villanelle picked up on that, this time she doesn’t because she’s too invested in thinking about Eve and preparation. Then she agrees with Dasha and we see her give this sort of satisfying look which only indicates just how twisted she is. I mean she can’t be that stupid to not realize why Villanelle is the way she is... and STILL encourage her to go to London. Like.. I’m sure The Twelve has many more assassins up their sleeve so why not send someone else to London instead? No. It has to be Villanelle for the show’s sake. It has to be Villanelle because EVE is there and the idea of the Twelve possibly wanting to recruit Eve keeps appealing to me more and more... this might not be the case at all but why would both sides keep setting Eve and Villanelle up even after they seemed to be “over” one another?

On a lighter note, Dasha placing the baby in the trash bin is the most hilarious thing I’ve seen. INCLUDING Villanelle’s reaction. Sooo damn good, but it didn’t seem like anyone saw Dasha do it at first. It’s only later when someone heard the baby crying, people showed up. This show man.. there’s nothing else like KE in television and it’s a fact.

Eve

Let me just start with “But before I go on, you have to understand that once I tell you about them, your lives are in danger.” “Then don’t tell us.” “They’re called The Twelve.” Eve’s really not giving a shit about anything as it seems LMAO! I mean, at least she gave them a warning beforehand? This is yet another recurring trait of Eve’s. She doesn’t care about other’s needs except her own. It happened plenty of times back in S2 and it happened in this season. For example when she called Kenny and asked about the drinks and as soon as she got the answer she needed from him, she hung up not giving a chance for Kenny to say anything. Then now, and the way she treated Mo once she asked if he could trace the Geneva account for them. This reminds me of a scene in S2 where Eve basically ordered Kenny to help her find Villanelle by saying “you work for me.” This is exactly what she’s doing with Mo now. “Did you take this job thinking it would be easier? If you did. quit now. Cause it’s only getting tougher.” This is her own way of manipulation and getting what SHE wants. She even did it with Villanelle back in 2x05 when she asked for her help while interrogating the ghost. She did it and basically had to ASK Eve for a ‘thank you’ which wasn’t even genuine from Eve’s part. It’s not the best thing to have or do... yet I’m not sure if Eve is even aware of what she’s doing or when she does it. Hopefully it won’t cause major trouble further into the story. Hopefully.

The time has finally come. Eve is finally beginning to realize and hopefully accept her feelings for Villanelle. I’m not saying she was in denial before, but more like avoiding the topic in general. Until this episode. I mean the sexual tension between her and Villanelle whenever they meet and especially in this episode was WAY too strong for her to handle and she went for it. She went for the kiss which, can mean a million things, like Sandra mentioned in one recent interview. It can mean she went for it to catch Villanelle off guard, it can mean that she simply gave into the temptation... and accepted the fact that yes, she IS attracted to the assassin and this way unlocked this very personal character journey we are about to see. After meeting Villanelle she still went to the office and all she said was “I don’t want to talk about it.” Clearly it all was too much for her, as it was FOR US, so it’s understandable. But when she came back home and got instantly paranoid, thinking Villanelle was there just got me thinking of just how big of an effect does Villanelle have on Eve. She definitely caught Villanelle’s strong scent there... and then the recording. Sure, she was scared and angry and at first turned it off ASAP. But something changed soon afterwards... something that made her turn the recording back on and bring it to her ear... and close her eyes while taking in Villanelle’s voice. She IS admitting and she DOES wish Villanelle was there. This was a moment where she had time to process everything on her own without anyone else around her. She needed this... and the reveal is just so delicious. I’m sure we all know how the episode really ended, huh?

Now that the reunion happened and Eve found out that Niko apparently discharged himself from the fascility and moved back to Poland, I’m very intrigued to see just how much will Eve and Niko’s dynamic change. Will she still try to get Niko to come back? Try to convince him that there is still a chance for the two of them? Or is she only going to visit him to tie the loose ends and be done with the guy? I do think that the kiss and the meeting itself changed things for her so I cannot wait to see just how her and Niko’s relationship will escalate/end. Niko, on the other hand, is still pretty much UNSTABLE and he’ll cause trouble. I’m telling right now. This is no good so I hope Eve will leave him as soon as she comes and be done with him since she DOES deserve better than him, too.

The Accountant

First, I’m actually glad Suzanne decided to dive deeper into the core of The Twelve. Last season we didn’t really get enough of information about them and this one seems to be way more focused on it. Meaning the story is moving forward. And by story I mean the actual plot. 

Sergei Korchmarev. AKA Charles Kruger. As far as I understood he was the one to stole 6 million euros from the Twelve WHILE working for them? He did that and then asked Konstantin to get him the money to “buy him some time” to find the “scoundrel”. So 6 million wasn’t enough for him, hm? Why do I have a feeling he’s been stealing the money for something bigger than his own greed? It has to be for something “bigger” but then again, guess we won’t be able to find out as Villanelle blew his brains out. 

Again, both Konstantin and Carolyn knew him so that makes me even more suspicious. They seem to be working on different sides now but who knows really? This whole thing just keeps me on my toes, as it should but I want to know a bit more of this whole situation. We are left in the dark and we’ve been there for the past two seasons.

Villanelle

Villanelle in the perfume shop is the definition of a drama queen. Period. The way she described the custom scent she’d like was so captivating and telling. Like, she knew exactly what she wanted and that’s power. Smelling like Roman centurion means smelling like power. “I want to make people gag with it.” It has to be THAT strong, she wants people to know just how much strength she’s carrying, but most importantly Eve. “Well, we have some lovely floral fragrances for ladies over here.” “Maybe I should describe to you what I’m thinking.” OF COURSE he had to suggest some “lovely floral fragnance for LADIES” which is the complete opposite of what Villanelle describes next. So the overly too big suit that she chose to dress to meet Eve should have that very scent sshe was talking about. After all, she does see herself as a warrior.

I wonder if them throwing a baby in this episode is the only reason for Villanelle to have this need to find her family. Sure, Konstantin hinted last season that some members of her family are still alive and right now he doesn’t seem too keen on helping Villanelle find them. Though, knowing that she will be going to Russia in 3x05 means that Konstantin, or someone else, will find out about the location of her family memebers in next episode. It should really be interesting because we haven’t seen Villanelle interact with ANY family members before. Plus... I have a feeling they will force for OKSANA to come to the surface yet again and I am here for it. 

I can’t help but point out, yet again, that after receiving the postcard, Villanelle went to London to buy perfume in preparation for the reunion with Eve, then went to the toy’s shop where she bought a talking bear and a very adorable bear shirt for herself and THEN went to meet Eve. Only afterwards all that she actually went after her target, which should be the main reason why she was in London in the first place. Love comes first for Villanelle. Job after. That’s ironic, because the previous two seasons everything was about JOB for Eve. She let her marriage fall into pieces but she didn’t stop working and obsessing over Villanelle.

Can we just appreciate Villanelle in police officer’s uniform? I mean... she can kill whoever the hell she wants if she will be wearing that. Almost makes me want to be arrested by a cop lmao!!

The bus scene

It’s been over 4 days since the episode came out and I STILL cannot believe we got a villaneve reunion AND A KISS!! Like... I was worried the scene would be too random and I didn’t want that. It was random. That’s why it was so surprising for all of us, because we couldn’t expect them to meet so soon and on a bus. There were no indications we will see them meet and that worked really well.

At the same time I feel like if we cut out the bus scene from the episode, the main plot wouldn’t be affected. This scene could easily be replaced with another one while this one could be thrown in next episode or have them meet in second episode if they found out about each other during the premiere. That’s why I don’t like that aspect... I wish the scene was there because it was NEEDED to be in that episode at that time, you know? It’s only about the placement. I wonder why they decided to include it in this particular episode. 

Other than that the scene itself was PERFECT!! I made a separate in depth post/anaylsis of the scene HERE in case you haven’t read it yet! 

Carolyn

I’m soo glad that we’re finally seeing more of Carolyn investigating things openly for us, viewers. The previous two seasons we barely saw anything she did because she was THAT private and had so many secrets we could only wonder what the hell she’s thinking or doing. Now, though... we can see she’s working on Kenny’s case and is actually trying to solve this mystery surrounding his death. That includes her setting up the meeting with one of her former lovers, Henrik, to find out about the Geneva account. 

Now, I was soo sure Villanelle would go after her so I kind of was prepared to lose Carolyn or have her escape somehow. None of that happened, though they did make us worry for a minute or two during which Carolyn wasn’t moving and had blood/bruises on one side of her head. Again, Villanelle is THAT extra to go through the trouble to nearly shoot Carolyn only to get to the accountant. And we actually got to see Carolyn fearing for her life despite having met Villanelle several times. She knew what Villanelle was capable of so the aftermath of this helped us see that she indeed had feelings but often decided to ignore/avoid them and this way stay in denial. “I’m fine” says a woman who looks like a mess and is shaking at the same time. It’s okay to admit things, Carolyn. 

Overall Thoughts

The first two episodes were there to set the entire plot up, including Eve and Villanelle find out about one another and now that they know... shit’s going down and this episode was definitely the strongest one this season so far. This is very promising since the episode was written by Laura Neal, who will be the showrunner for S4! 

We got to see plenty of action, funny moments, AT LEAST 6 different Villanelle outfits and we got a moment with her and actual baby. PLUS VILLANEVE KISS!! What else could we want?! 

As always, if any of you guys have any predictions/thoughts on previous or future episodes don’t hesitate to ask/message me about them so we could chat and discuss our favorite show together! Thank you guys for reading and see during the review for 3x04 next week!!!

[withtegwyn]

Funny story, well not to me. This was my first oil painting from 10 years ago or so. I painted it for a man who I felt like I owed something to. Not a lover nor a friend. I woke in his bed one time and he introduced me to the gay scene. He paid for everything and I was naive to not question it.

He introduced me to his friends. Thats when I met him.

I first met Gavin on his 28th birthday. After yet another heavy night I woke up in a luxury new apartment down the Bay. You know the ones, bachelor pad, black leather sofa, shiny black fitted kitchen and a tiny chihuahua. Gays love that shit. This is not Gavin's. This was Chiny's place aka “The Godfather”. Turns out the next few months of my life were going to involve Chiny buying me drinks and making home cooked ketamine all for a price that wasn't clear to me then. 

I stumbled outside for a fag while Chiny tries to talk down someone on the phone. From half a conversation I got,

“You don't need to kill yourself, your fine!....what are you on about?......WELL YOU KNOW WHAT! Do it. Do us all a favour.”

Gavin was on his way over to be ready for Chiny to take him out for his birthday after they dropped me at the train station. I was sitting at the wicker patio set out back looking like a grungy turd when Gavin arrived. He was wearing cargo shorts, a short sleeved checked shirt and a flat cap. The whole outfit bleached to a fleshy tint, leaving him looking like a seafood sandwich filler. Between me feeling hungover and his apparent suicidal threats, conversation was thin.

“Alriiight?” Gavin asked.

“Bit rough”

“Where you from en?”

“Llanharry, near Pontyclun”

“I know it, sometimes down that way, you know the Bores Head?”

“No, Happy birthday by the way.”

Chiny shouted croakily, “Ready?” He will later go on to tell me that Gavin didn’t think very much of me.

It didn't take long to see that most guys on the scene gravitated towards Chiny and it certainly wasn't a desire for is hook dick but more for his fat wallet. He owns a historical pub near the coast, thatched roof, original beams, more original than the narrative I found myself in. The whole gig was inherited so he cultivated nothing. All he did was maintain a history that owed nobody anything. Additionally there are neatly packaged coach tours to sponge up American tourist money ready to be rinsed out into my pint glass. 

In my naivety I gained friends. Chiny bought me as his latest lucky charm, one of many. Another one of these was Darren, a club diva working the Saturdays. In the summer of 2014 I was entering Wow bar through the side entrance with Chiny and Gavin while they both sniffed for gossip from the DJ and I sat next to Darren. Someone who is use to dragging up on the weekends I was surprised when he said;

“Fair play you got some balls wearing though’s leggings out, I would never be able to wear what you do!”

I noticed that me dressing the way I do at 2pm on a summers day as myself could not be more different from him dressing up as a different character. It took me a while to realise that all the time that my new friends mocked me or treated me as other, it was because they admired me. I had something. I simply didn't give a fuck.

Whigfield plays “Saturday night, I feel the air is getting hot!” NO. The only thing getting hot is my burning nostril. After knocking back a few JD’s in Wow we all headed to Ladybird to melt faces with the straights for a ketamine fuelled techno night. My kind are not traditionally welcome in straight bars like Ladybird, I once got refused on Halloween for wearing fancy dress. I was in my normal clothes. I managed to avoid too much alienation by sticking to my new mates. Not yet having a certain preservation for my masculinity at this point, most the hot gays were not keen to jump on my boat, so I mostly stuck with Chiny.

Everything had a red haze. Despite being a small attic club. It was crowded as fuck but thankfully there was a layer of sticky drinks on the floor to keep my balance. There was a cute guy trying to bite the air but I liked how his face gave up half way down so I leaned in and asked Chiny who he was, he said;

“STAY AWAY from him, he has HIV.”

We ordered shots. 

Few words were exchanged between me and Gavin when we we're out. He spent most of his time bouncing from space to space screaming seagull noises and sliding down bannisters while flirting with randomers. Not to get laid but to get a reaction. At kick out time I decided to go with Gavin and continue the night down the castle grounds while Chiny called it a night. Being his age I'm surprised he's not dead yet. This is when tensions started to rise between the three of us and where my ownership displayed itself. Chiny was buying me and me going with Gavin did not sit well. I didn't know it but Gavin had won something. Me apparently.

[judgmentofcorruption]

Episode 6–The Sinking Story; Scene 3

Judgment of Corruption, pages 189-196

After that, Ma formally came to assist the USE allied forces as per Tony’s request.

“Though I don’t know how much help I’ll be.”

Tony grinned at Ma’s remark. “That’s alright. If you need anything at all, just let these two know.” He introduced two young soldiers who had similar features to each other. “This is second lieutenant Nyoze Octo and sergeant major Gammon Octo. They’re brothers. Nyoze is the older, and Gammon is the younger. They have Jakokuan ancestry, so you might find them easier to deal with.”

The Octo brothers saluted Ma.

“Pleased to meet you.”

“—Oh yes, the pleasure is mine. I’m quite happy to have such attractive young men at my side.”

Some lodging that was one of the military facilities was set aside for Ma’s new place of residence.

.

At Gallerian’s estate, Michelle was proposing an idea to her father in the living room.

“A trip?”

“Yeah. I was thinking we could go during break. Since I’ll be really busy once college starts up.”

“Is Mama going to go with you?”

“Yeah. So—I was wondering if you could come along.”

But Gallerian regretfully shook his head.

“I can’t just take time off work. Papa has only just become the director, and he’s very busy.”

“Alriiight…I guess it can’t be helped.”

“Where are you planning to go for the trip?”

“At first I thought it would be nice to go to Maistia where Bruno’s from, but Mama said that would be too far.”

“And they’re in the middle of a civil war right now.”

“Right. So I thought we’d go instead to your homeland of Marlon, Papa. I wanna see Grandpa, since it’s been so long.”

“That sounds fine. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

“We’re planning to be there about two weeks, so we’re going next week.”

“—I’ll be lonely while you’re gone.”

“You’ll be alright. You’ll have Bruno and the other servants with you.”

“I’ll still be lonely.”

“I’ll call you every day.”

“And you better not get mixed up with any strange men over there.”

“Aw, come on. You’re always saying that, Papa.”

As the two of them laughed together, they could hear the doorbell ring outside.

After a short while, Larisa appeared before them.

“Begging your pardon, Sir—Lady ‘Ma’ has come to see you.”

“I see. Send her in.”

Michelle asked Gallerian, “Is it a visitor? Maybe I should head out.”

“No—Stay here. She might have come to see you.”

Ma appeared in the living room, brought along by Larisa.

“Good day.”

When Michelle greeted her, Ma broke into a grin.

“Good day, young miss—I’m a friend of your father’s, and the screenwriter named Kayo Sudou. I’d like it if you called me ‘Ma’.”

“Uh huh…” While making a half-hearted reply, Michelle gazed intently at Ma.

“Is there something on my face?”

“No—I mean, I’ve only seen her in photographs, but…You look a lot like my late grandma.”

“Oh my, heh heh…It’s a bit of a long story, but I changed my face out of admiration for your grandmother.”

“Wow…That’s amazing.”

Gallerian butted into the conversation, “Even so…It’s odd you haven’t aged at all, despite fourteen years going by.”

“You know of the facility ‘Lunaca Labora’, yes? This is a gift from there.”

“So you’re saying there’s a device amongst its machines that can preserve beauty.”

Being an adolescent herself, Michelle reacted sharply to the mention of the word beauty. “That’s curious. Maybe you should take me to this facility.”

“Hahaha, I think that would be unnecessary for you, Miss Michelle. You are quite lovely enough without using such means. –You look exactly as I thought you would.”

“…?”

“Though whatever the case I’d like to take a day to talk to you, if I may.”

“I’m curious about you too. Including the matter of this beauty machine. But I’m planning to leave Levianta on a trip next week.”

“That’s unfortunate. Then I suppose we’ll have to save it for another day, after you get back.” Ma then turned to Gallerian. “I did come here to see your daughter today—but I also have a favor I would like to ask of you.”

“What is it? I’m all ears.”

“Since I’ve returned to society after so long away, I was thinking that I might make a new movie soon. My occupation is that of a screenwriter, after all.”

“A movie, huh—But you would need a lot of money for that.”

“Indeed. Therefore…I need to ask someone wealthy to provide the funds.”

“You’re asking me to be your sponsor?”

Michelle laughed and clapped innocently, listening in from the side. “A movie! That’s great! It sounds like fun.”

“Hmm. I don’t know…” Gallerian’s brow furrowed. “It’s not like I don’t have money to spare. But in all honestly, most of it is my wife’s money—or, more accurately, it’s assistance from her family. I myself have only just become director, so I haven’t been able to save all that much yet…”

As Gallerian was faltering, Ma shoved a book before him.

“What’s this?”

“It’s the ‘Daughter of Evil’, penned by Yukina Freezis—I was wanting to use it as the basis for this movie.”

“The ‘Daughter of Evil’…That’s the story of the princess who set the stage for the Lucifenian Revolution—But I’m quite sure someone’s already made this into a movie.”

“That’s true. But the ‘Daughter of Evil’ that I have has slightly different contents than the version that is widely known. It is the true story of the ‘Daughter of Evil’, that Yukina Freezis wrote in secret—I’m positive that it will be the subject of much conversation once it’s been screened.”

“Hum…”

“In either case, this book was written pertaining to both your ancestor, ‘Kyle Marlon’, and the ‘Elluka Clockworker’ of the time, someone that I and your mother idolized. I was thinking that you might still enjoy it even as mere reading material. We’ll leave the matter of funding for after you’ve read it—just so long as you give the matter some thought.”

“…Alright. I’ll read it on my day off. Do you mind if I borrow the book?”

“Go ahead. But you must make sure to return it once you’re done reading. There are some records on ‘dead soldiers’ in the book as well, so I want to lend it to General Tony later.”

Gallerian nodded and started to flip through the book that had been handed to him.

“…This book seems to be written in Yukina Freezis’ own handwriting. It looks to have a great deal of historical value. I’ll treat it carefully.”

Michelle peered at the book from the side with great interest.

“The ‘Daughter of Evil’. I read that when I was a kid.”

Ma smiled again at the sight of that. “In the event that the movie is made, perhaps you could play a part in it, Miss Michelle. I think you’d be perfect for the role of ‘Michaela’, the woman with whom King Kyle falls in love—Now then, I’ve got some other matters to attend to, so I’ll leave it there.”

Ma bowed her head a touch, then left Gallerian’s estate.

.

--But in the end, the “Daughter of Evil” movie was never screened, nor was Michelle ever to play a role in it.

Three weeks later, an event occurred that caused a rapid transformation in Gallerian’s life.

To a man like him who led an unsatisfactory married life, his daughter Michelle was the sole person to whom he could devote his affection.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that now that he had fulfilled his personal goals to a certain degree, Michelle was everything to Gallerian.

.

Midway through its return voyage from Marlon, the ship that Michelle and her mother were riding on, the “S.S. Titanis”—

Met with an unexpected event, and sank to the bottom of the sea.

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[zikadraws]

Ok then... It's gonna be really complicated, but let's go for a

🌙LM4-PROJECT🌙 CONCEPT PRESENTATION (part 1).

(Better say it now : it's gonna be a LONG post.)

Alright, so let's start with the main new character of the project ; and just because you can't really airdrop a character without any context, I'm going to try and summarize the global story of the game concept.

Sooo please meet :

Basically a doctor, vet, researcher and detective for ghosts.

A kid who, at her time of living, once managed to solve an important ghost crisis menacing the equilibrium between the living world and the Beyond Dimension (long story short she appeased and cured corrupted ghosts and helped them to destroy what corrupted them).

Her act got the attention of the forces that were in charge of this equilibrium in the first place in the Beyond Dimension, so when she passed away nevertheless due to pitiful life conditions, they offered her to become a really special type of spirit ; some sort of saviour, who reappear when ghosts meet dark times, who help them solve their problems and play ambassador with the Humans if necessary, by being reincarnated. (She was absolutely bewildered, but she rolled for it.)

So she did it, and became a really powerful-skilled ghost helper, getting reincarnated when needed, under the following system : she reappears where she can somehow get to the problem, but they don't have a body or soul ready for her, so her reincarnation quality depend on if there's people where she lands or not :

- like if there was no one around, she rolls with her original body, but has no soul so no emotions ;

- if there was one person, she possess their body and got their soul so feelings, but that process consumes (and kills) the unfortunate host in the end ;

- or (extremely rare), she collides with two persons, in which case she forms a soul out of their both, leaving them enough to survive and leaving her with a body mixing their both DNA, a bit of their personalities (and her original characteristics of course, just like a newborn actually), so she gets everything and nobody dies ; BUT that case is only possible if the persons's souls share a strong bonding link with each other, which is why she almost never got this in millenaries.

- (She also is deeply related to the Dark Moon.)

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ANYWAY. These informations were here for a better understanding of the story, which comes now (the most summarized I could do) :

- It begins on a soirée at Peach's castle, where they celebrate Luigi's victory on the hotel's anniversary. Everyone is here, including notably Princess Daisy, E. Gadd and even all of our favourite ghosts.

- Light ambiance, congratulations, strangely evasive allusions from E.Gadd about how's King Boo doing, when suddenly, Luna is getting reincarnated. Just near Luigi and Daisy, who were ''just being dance partners''. And yeah you guys guessed : she gets the third reincarnation option, and becomes the child you saw in the picture. (She's extremely stunned herself.)

- Everyone freaks out, she very awkwardly explains them who she is and what she do (''no I'm not some random evil entity, chill out'') and then declares she's here because apparently an extremely important ghost figure has been abnormally weakened, so she had to take care of them asap.

- Everyone turns out to the usual ghost specialist, E.Gadd, out of reflex : then it appears he sneaked away during Luna's speech. She gets it first and hurry them to escort her to his lab : where they catch him while he's packing some weird equipment, and crystals of the same type of KB's crown, and also from the old mine in LM2. King Boo himself was surexposed to it, which that was what got him horribly sick. E.Gadd flees through a portal and breaks it before they could even react.

- So yeah : the main antagonist of the game is this time E. Gadd. We discover that he used Luigi so he could get his ghost research to another frightening level : like when they return to the new hotel for a first level, they realize that the walls and rooms and everything is stuffed with sensors and ghost studying material- and when they get to the roof, they have to leave in emergency because the whole building fucking teleports god knows where. Which was obviously planned for something like that.

His reasons will be discovered around the two tiers of the game.

- They also realize he greffed some ghosts with mind controllers. They are the enemies in the first two mansions, (I'd talk about that in another post), along with robots and gooey thingies. After, they (Luigi) have to ride through the Evershade Valley, to prevent anymore damage, and have to capture boss victims of ''ghosts controllers'' and free-minded but scared and recalcitrant ghosts.

(I didn't heard of the Experiment AU when I got this idea, just to clarify. Sorry.)

- Meanwhile Peach and Daisy host the now homeless ghosts (who are in-game randomly wandering in the castles, doing their shenanigans and the player can interact with them :) ), while Luna took E. Gadd's usual role and guides Luigi (kindlier and with better humour, and even some interventions of the ghosts and others), takes care of the rescued-captured ghosts and above all of King Boo whose health represents an important issue.

The game goal is to save and protect the ghosts ; and destroy E. Gadd's installations and stop him. (Tho KB did not stop to hate Luigi for crap. He will get you to remember it.)

The game includes almost-open world after the two first mansions (perhaps) and also the return of the Game Boy Horror from the first game (and its comments).

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Here, it was basically the global plot of the story. Hope it sounds interesting to you, because it still is really unsure. If you have questions, ask away.

I'd like to talk about the game playable mansions and zones after, if it does.

Aaaand let me end that first part of that LM4-project presentation with a completion of character personality development for little Luna :

- As she is reborn from Luigi and Daisy's souls and being, she inherited some of their appearance traits and above all, from their personalities : so she's in the same time extremely sensitive and insecure and a volcanic & revendicative bonehead. An epic combination.

- She got the Luigi's Death Stare™ and she uses it frequently (as for some nervous tics from him too) and gets easily excited like Daisy ;

- She's by nature determined (especially to help, wether you like it or not), fast-minded and thirsty for discovering, and knows how to adapt if a situation or ghost requires so.

- Even though she got a shit ton of knowledge from her previous reincarnations, adult problems still pass completely up her head. (That's why she didn't get why Luigi and Daisy were so flustered when she told them about the soul bonding condition thing. At least, not at first.)

- She has the same abilities as ghosts (like flying, telekinesis, passing through the walls, and a little bit of possession and mind reading) and can go feral black-eyed ghost if pushed too far (happen more often now that she has Daisy's temper). But she knows where to put the limit.

- Serpci knows her personally and Hellen got once obsessed with her ; so knows a lot of stories about her. May talk about it from time to time from her prison.

- Likes to wears dark, phantom-themed clothes. And mainly green, lately.

- Can take radical decisions from time to time.

- Loves every ghost, including boos.

- Socially awkward, but quick to make friends.

-...that's all I got for now.

(...Yeah she's basically a fanchild, I know... Problem, buddy ?)

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Alriiight--- so that was it.🎵

Let me know what you thought and perhaps we can go further on the lore !

...(Thank you.).

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 30: My Master's Small Wish

Ali Baba: “Hard a-starboard! A sea voyage really is the most adventure-like you can get.”

Aladdin: “Small island ahead~!”

Ali Baba: “Alright, all hands on deck!”

Sinbad: “I think we should look into this a bit more carefully…”

Ali Baba: “Doing things on a whim is important in an adventure!”

Scheherazade: “That’s how you’ve been failing all this time.”

-

Ali Baba: “Yup, nothing here.”

Sinbad: “Did we have to get off?”

Ali Baba: “Getting to a deserted island is what an adventure’s all about, y’know.”

[Shaking]

Aladdin: “Woah!? The island is moving!?”

Sinbad: “My ship’s floating away!”

Scheherazade: “This isn’t an island! It’s the back of a whale!”

[SHAKE!]

Ali Baba: “EEEEEE!? I’m gonna sink!!”

Aladdin: “Save us, Genie of the Lamp!”

Genie of the Lamp: “You’re not my masters, so…”

Sinbad: “You’re useless!”

Aladdin: “Glubrlrblrblr (I can’t swim~)”

Ali Baba: “Hang in there, Aladdin!”

Aladdin: “Glublrblrblr (May I R.I.P…)”

Scheherazade: “Don’t pray! It won't do you any good!”

[The Genie of the Ring appears from a cloud of smoke]

???: “Did you call for me, my Master?”

Ali Baba: “Who’re you!?”

Genie of the Ring (Kumon): “I am the Genie of the Ring! I will make my Master’s small wishes come true!”

Aladdin: “Glubrlblr (Save me!)”

Genie of the Ring: “Eh? What?”

Aladdin: “Glubrlglubrl (Take me back to the ship!)”

Genie of the Ring: “Ah, I don’t do big wishes such as teleportation, see.”

Genie of the Ring: “If it was a bit of a smaller wish, though, I might be able to do something.”

Ali Baba: “What’s this shady salesman deal you’ve got going on!?”

Scheherazade: “It doesn’t matter what, just do something so he doesn’t drown!”

Genie of the Ring: “Vague wishes like that are a little difficult~”

Aladdin: “Glubrlbrl”

Ali Baba: “Hey! Your Master’s drowning!”

Sinbad: “Can you bring the ship a little closer!?”

Genie of the Ring: “It’s a little too big for me~ Its measurements need to be around 300cm~”

Scheherazade: “That’s the size of a parcel! What can you do!?”

Aladdin: “Glub!”

Genie of the Ring: “Eh? What?”

Aladdin: “Glubrl (Bag)”

Genie of the Ring: “Ahhh, then this might…”

Sinbad: “A bag!? What are you going to do with–”

Aladdin: “Glubrlblrfwaglublr! (A bag filled with air)”

Genie of the Ring: “Leave it to me~!”

Ali Baba: “I see! You’ll float if you hold onto it!”

Aladdin: “Fwah~ I thought I was gonna die…”

Sinbad: “At least we managed to save you.”

Scheherazade: “So, what are we going to do now?”

-

Ali Baba: “Phew~ We somehow washed up on a small island.”

Scheherazade: “Unbelievable. If you hadn’t insisted on landing on that small island in the first place–”

Ali Baba: “Anyone would want to go to an island if they found it, wouldn’t they!?”

Aladdin: “Kay, kay, let’s leave the lovers’ quarrel for laters.”

Sinbad: “For now, we need to find food and a place to sleep before it gets dark. We also have to find out whether this island is safe.”

Ali Baba: “You’re so reliable, Sinbad.”

Scheherazade: “You’re starting to look like a real sailor.”

Sinbad: “I prepared lots before this journey! Unlike you guys!”

Sinbad: “You guys didn’t do anything to prepare for this adventure. You didn’t even gather any items you’d need.”

Sinbad: “You just decided to go on a journey the day before–”

Ali Baba: “Ah, we can probably make a tent out of that tree!”

Aladdin: “Nice~”

Sinbad: “Ali Baba really doesn’t listen.”

Scheherazade: “Welcome to my life.”

-

Aladdin: “It’s done-zo! We can sleep in this, can’t we?’’

Genie of the Lamp: “I need to sleep on a fluffy cushion! The lamp will get scratched on the ground.’’

Ali Baba: “We won’t find that kinda thing on a deserted island! You’re too useless for this attitude you’ve got.’’

Scheherazade: “We brought some fruit.’’

Sinbad: “And we caught some fish’’

Ali Baba: “Great timing. Look in here.”

Scheherazade: “Ohhh~ Looks good.”

Sinbad: “Good going.”

Aladdin: “Alriiight, let’s get dinner started!’’

[Flapping]

???: “KIIIII!’’

Ali Baba: “Uh, what’s that voice?”

Sinbad: “Actually, doesn’t that sound like flapping wings?”

Aladdin: “Nonono, the tent’s getting blown away!”

Scheherazade: “What’s that big– bird!?”

Ali Baba: “GWAH! IT CAUGHT US!”

Scheherazade: “It’s flying away!”

Sinbad: “Hold tightly onto the tent or you’ll fall!”

Aladdin: “WUEEEEEE!”

-

Ali Baba: “Owowow…”

Scheherazade: “Where… are we? Is this an ore?”

Ali Baba: “Amazing! These are all diamonds! If we dig them out, we’ll get crazy rich–”

Aladdin: “Woah! There’re big snakes crawling around!”

Sinbad: “They’re surrounding us!!”

Aladdin: “Ueeee, what are we gonna do…”

Ali Baba: “This is where we call the Genie of the Ring! Genie of the Ring! Blow that snake away somewhere!”

[The Genie of the Ring appears from a cloud of smoke]

Genie of the Ring: “It’s a little too heavy for that…”

Aladdin: “Protect us from it biting us, then!”

Genie of the Ring: “That’s also a little too much…”

Scheherazade: “You’re still so inflexible!”

Rock Bird: “KIEEEE!”

Aladdin: “Woah! The bird’s here!”

Sinbad: “Oh! Genie of the Ring, can you bring out raw meat?”

Genie of the Ring: “Raw meat is something I can make happen. Though it can only be from birds and small animals.”

Ali Baba: “Why does the animals’ size matter!”

Sinbad: “Then bring out some raw meat!”

Genie of the Ring: “Leave it to meee~” 

[Flash]

Ali Baba: “What’re you gonna do with raw meat?”

Aladdin: “Are you gonna use it as a distraction?”

Scheherazade: “But snakes this size will gobble this up in seconds.”

Sinbad: “I’ll put it on top of the tent. Now hold on to the tent!”

Aladdin: “Huh? What?”

Rock Bird: “KIIIEEE!”

Aladdin: “Wahhh, here it is again!”

Ali Baba: “It’s going for the meat!”

Scheherazade: “Ah, so that’s what’s going on.”

Aladdin: “WAHHH! IT CAUGHT US AGAIN!”

Sinbad: “If we keep holding onto this bird like this, we’ll get out of here!”

-

[Flapping]

Ali Baba: “You’re so smart, Sinbad!”

Sinbad: “I don’t know where it’s going to drop us next, though.”

Scheherazade: “Well, at least we’re out of the snakes’ territory.”

Ali Baba: “Alriiight, we’re setting off on our adventure amongst the skies!”

Rock Bird: “KIIIEEE!”

Aladdin: “GYAAAA!”

Ali Baba: “IT’S DROPPING US WITH NO WARNING!”

[Ali Baba and Aladdin fall into the sea]

Scheherazade: “We’re falling into the ocean! We’ll drown!”

Aladdin: “Glubrlbrblr”

[Ali Baba helps Scheherazade up on top of the tent, Sinbad does the same for Aladdin]

Sinbad: “We’ve escaped drowning, thanks to the tent.”

Aladdin: “What’s gonna happen to us if we keep drifting like this…”

Scheherazade: “Look! There’s an island over there!”

Ali Baba: “Okay! We’re rowing, everyone!”

Sinbad: “Heave-ho! Heave-ho!”

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[little-birdseeker]

Rebirth

((Continuation of this story!))

Tik tok. Tik tok.

Silence. Sunshine in her room. Morning again?

Heavy footsteps. Knock knock. A sigh. Creaking door. Stomp stomp. Clink clank. A bearded face. Friend? Foe? Friend. Yes, a friend.

“Sorry, hope i didn’t wake ya.” A deep voice. Friendly voice. Clink Clank.

When did he visit her room the last time? Must have been a while. But still, everytime he came here, he was reminded that this girl loved the color red, or maybe even obsessed by it. But in any case, that was not the problem right now.

Wickid made a few steps towards the partition partition, which separated him from the small cats bed, where he put down his sword and shield, before sitting down. Finally, some good earned rest. “So…”, he said, followed by a deep sigh. “Azura told me about’cha. You… didn’t ate much the last days, did ya? Looks a bit untouched, if ya ask me. Like the rolanberry juice…”

Another deep sigh.

He waited a bit, but the room remained silent. Well, Azura had told him that she was worried sick about her, but this… if someone had told him that this once so cheerful little girl would end up in such a dreadful state, he wouldn’t have believed them. Ever. But… now, here he. Trying to do at least something for her… so he broke the silence once again.

“So… ‘m not good at this, why do i… godanmit! Ya know what? Listen, Isabelle. Well, i hope you are listening. Just, eh… yeah, i brought a story for you. You like stories, right? Zura told me many times, and ya have a lotta books here, right? So, eh… yeah, a story. Hmmm… where to start…?”

For a moment, the room became silent again. Tik tok. Tik tok. Then, the story began.

“There was… eh… no, that’s not how stories begin, right? It was something like… ah, yeah. Once upon a time, there was a man, a young man, living with his friends in a… in a village within the Shrouds. Far away from home, as the… no, an empire had taken over his homelands. The adults took care of him and the other kids, as many of them had left their family behind, or even worse, had seen them die. But they rarely cried, as they cared for each other as if they were brothers. Time flew, and as they grew older, they started adventuring the nearby forest, armed with swords, spears, bows… you know, all kinds of weapons. Some were talented enough to learn use magic, and one was even interested in studying the art of the thaumaturges, in Ul’dah. Just like you did. And, well… they fought against the monsters, protected the village, went hunting with the villagers… you know, the usual. Helping each other, and those who had raised them.”

Tik tok.

His voice. A calming voice. A deep voice. A caring voice. Just listening was… nice.

The forest. She had been there. Did she meet any of them? Talked to them?

A peaceful life. Why wasn’t hers as peaceful? Why did life hurt so much?

Tik tok. 

“A few years after the group was renowned in the region. Helped anyone in need and gave a part of their hard earned money to the adults, that had raised them. And even though they weren’t registered as adventurers… they still kinda counted as those. But one day… yeah, one day, they had a fateful battle against a giant morbol. And, eh… hm...  Do you know them? Those... tentacle plants with a giant mouth and the worst breath ever? They are… urgh. You know, even if you don’t get hit by their breath, your clothes will smell horrible for days, i can tell you, and if you get hit… well, one of your dresses might just… dissolve, i guess. But… eh… you’ll get knocked out yourself pretty hard, even if you do hold your breath. Many people also might just die a few minutes later.”

“Bloody bastards!”, Wickid mumbled into his beard, before he continued. “Well, w- eh, they fought against a giant morbol, and… one of them got hit by its terrible breath. And… even though they managed to kill it, with a fire crystal, their friend… didn’t made it.”

Tik tok. Tik tok.

“Oh. Oh no!” A little gasp went through the room. The poor man. His friends. They… they didn’t deserve this! They must have worked very hard! Like her! And now… now what? Life wasn’t fair!

Now, the cat sat near the partition, too. Hidden in her fluffy blanket. Eager to hear more.

Tik tok. Tik tok.

“So… we- eh, they burried him. Alone. Somewhere in the swamp. Gave him a proper goodbye. And… well, stopped being adventurer. It… it was time to live a… a less dangerous life. So they left, taking some of their old friends with them, to start a new life somewhere else. Ventured to Thanalan. Made a camp there. Took in more refugees. Protected them, as good as they could.”

Tik tok.

Sniff.

Tik tok.

Did… did she hear a sniff there? From him? “Wiiickid? Is… is everything alriiight?” Her voice was thin, but you could hear her worries. He… normally he wasn’t like this, was he? “Did you knooow the man?”

“...hmm. Yeah. Yeah, know him. Know him very well.”

“Oh… i’m sorry… i didn’t…” A sigh. Silence.

Tik tok.

Sniff.

“I hooope he is okay right know.”

“Oh, he is, in general. Can tell you that.”

“Oh, yay! I’m glad to heeear that! And… and his friiiends? Are they okay as weeell?”

Tik tok. Tik tok.

Sniff.

“Wiiickid…?”

“...rried.”

“Eh… whaaat did you-” “Burried. I said they are burried.”

Tik tok.

“...oh. I… that… sorry”, Isabelle mumbled, trying to curl herself up again in the blanket. “So… he…?”

“Is the only one left.”

“That’s… that’s teeerrible! I wanna… Can i… But i can’t…”

A deep sigh could heared from the pile of pillows and the blanket the cat had burried herself in.

“But you saaaid he is allright, didn’t you?”

“...yeah. Yeah, he is. He found some good friends, who helped him after all that has happened.”

“Oh? Some friends… like you?”

“Hm? Can’t tell if we are friends. Kinda hard to befriend yourself, right?”

Tik tok. Tik tok.

Befriend… yourself? What? So that story… he had talked about himself? The grand protector? Azuras husband? The one who looks after her while she learns to control her magic even better? And… and he had to live through such awful things? And he was still here? And he was so strong, and she so weak. And… and…

Tears in her eyes. On her blanket. Everywhere. And a sudden urge. An urge to hug someone.

Thump. Footsteps. Tap tap tap.

There she was. The red cat. Cheeks wet from tears. Her hair was a mess, again. In her undies she always slept in, still one of the pillows in her hand, she stood there, before she fell onto her knees and clang to Wickid, while she cryed heavily.

“Wiiiiiickid!”, she cried. “I didnnoooow! Im so sooooorry!”

“It’s okay. Nothing you wanna talk about everyday, eh?”

“Budit wasso so awfulor you! Anyou still knewhat todo anare here aneverything sfine for you, while i… while i… i've kiiilled her! Iaaana! I’ve kiiilled her!”

Tik tok. Soft strokes over the cats head. Tik tok.

“Isabelle. It was not you fault.” “But… but i-” “No! Isabelle. We… She…” Wickid let of a deep sigh. Where to start? Why he? Why not Azura? Was he really the right person to talk with Isabelle about all that…?

“So, Iana… when i was carrying her, i already felt that something was... odd. As it turned out, the aether her body should have had was just… gone. Completely. And… you said something ‘bout a voidsend, right? So… it seems like that creature had taken all of Ianas aether while living in her body.”

“And when i kiiilled that monster, i killed her too!”

“No, Isa! She wouldn’t have been able to talk to you again in that case. No, more like… if you hadn’t killed that voidsend, Iana would had to watch it walk as her through the world an’ do horrible things. The moment the voidsend had taken over, Ianas fate was sealed, and you… you didn’t kill her. You saved her. Saved her from a miserable fate.”

Tik tok. Tik tok.

“But… if i hadn’t come to Kugane, or hadn’t left home, i-” “Isabelle!”

The girl immediately stopped talking. She didn’t expect Wickid to say her name in such a harsh voice.

“Isabelle”, he repeated. “You wanna tell me all of your journey, all the days here in the free company, the time you’ve spent with Azura, Niyu, Tatara, and all the others… you wanna tell me that all of that might have been wrong?”

“I.... I…”, she stammered, not sure what to say.

“You know… everyone makes mistakes. Like… maybe your way of leavin’ your home wasn’t the best way. But ya already know that much, don’tcha? But do you really think all of this is ya fault, and yours alone? Do you really think Iana hasn’t done any mistakes? Are you really that naive?”

Tik tok. Tik tok.

No. Nooo, she wasn’t! But also… she knew. She knew, he was right. So right. And it hurt. So very much. So so so so much! Why, Iana? Why? Why did you let a voidsend help you…?

“I’m… i’m not!”, Isabelle mumbled.

Tik tok. Sniff sniff. Tik tok.

“You know… griefing is okay. Takes some time to heal, i know, and it won’t get better quickly. But… but don’t do what i did. Like taking the blame all for yourself, and refuse to accept the reality. Took me years, you know? Years… Don’t repeat my mistakes.”

“But… but what am i supposed to dooo now?”

“I’m afraid that’s something you have to figure out yourself. But… i you don’t find an answer yourself… Maybe you can think of what your sister would have wanted you to do.”

“What… what Iaaana had wanted me to do…?”

Tik tok.

Iana… she had been proud of her, right? Of the brave little sister, who had seen the world, who had learned to use magic, who had achieved so much. And not of the whiny one, who blamed herself for everything and wanted to hide from everyone. So… now that Iana wasn’t anymore… she had to be the big sister now, right? She had to be responsible, right? And as the responsible one… what had to be done…?

Tik tok.

“...Wickid, were iiis Iana now? Eh, i mean, her booody…”

“Hm…. Golan took care of it, i think. No, don’t look at me like that, he didn’t dispose her, she is safe. Cause we all thought you might want to say goodbye properly.”

“So… she still needs a fuuuneral… and our parents…?”

“Know nothing, as far as i know.”

Isabelle nodded slowly. So… those things had to be taken care of. By her. And nobody else.

Iana deserved a proper funeral! She… she had to do one! The best! Here, in Kugane! Or… more like Shirogane. And after that… she shuddered, as she thought of her telling her parents about all of his. But… but she had to do it. No running away. She had to be brave! A brave woman! For… for Iana!

Tik tok. Tik tok. Tik tok.

“...thank you, Wickid!”, Isabelle said, after clinging to the highlander for some more time. But he didn’t respond. Instead, she could hear a slight snorring from him, as his chest rose and fell slowly. Only now, as she stopped clinging to him, she realised his outfit - his armor, he only wore for battles, together with his blade and shield, which he had placed beside him. Which meant… he must have headed to her first when he came home this morning. He must have been so tired after staying awake all night, and still… he had taken his time to talk to her, instead of going to bed! 

A faint smile appeared on Isabelles face - the first smile for days - when she realized, what he had done for her. She placed the pillow she had taken from her bed under his head, and brought him one of her red blankets, which she put gently over the sleeping man. He had earned his rest, and Isa wanted to be sure he could enjoy it.

She slipped into one of her simple dresses as quiet as she could. Azura had told her about Wickid’s sleeping habits, so he shouldn’t wake up that easily, but still… no risks allowed! Quietly she sneaked past him, took a sip from the still delicious rolanberry juice, and left her room. It was morning. It was time for breakfast, and after that… new responsibilities were waiting for her!

[chubbyooo]

Blurred Lines: Cursed Past Chapter 61 - Gabredor III

hey guys long time I know but as I said in my tumblr post I’ve had a very tough few weeks. I was recently diagnosed with OCD and my triggers are constant so I haven’t really been in the mood for writing for a long time, hell I’m only writing right now cause I’m waiting on a group project thing. Still it’s nice to be back I expect updates will be less frequent but I still want to continue the story so we’re gonna get back to it sorry if updates are slower than before

Gacen and Ash get a step closer to finding the location of Risha

Gacen was jolted awake as the ship came out of hyperspace, they had been traveling down the hyperlane for days now, the last system Angor had been a total dud no civilisation no nothing certainly no way to find Risha. He could give Risha this the Myto sector certainly was a quiet place to hide, now they were arriving at the Gabredor system which sounded just lovely and rural not at all crazy and savage. Gacen looked over to see Ash plotting a route to Gabredor III a jungle planet with a seemingly small civilisation of junkers. Gacen chuckled at the idea of a jungle jawa with a little headband and blowtorch, he looked out the viewport and frowned as he noticed a large green nebulous mass looming around most of the system.

Gacen pointed at it “what the hell is that giant space fart” Ash turned to him giving a less than impressed frown

Ash looked back at the console “well that is the Gabredor nebula a bunch of poisonous gases that cover most of the Gabredor system, it’s said they have the power to corrode a ship in seconds” Gacen shuddered at the idea of his lovely ship being corroded and picked up for scrap he’d spent years getting it the way he liked.

Gacen sighed “yikes well let’s just find out if Risha was here and go quick I don’t trust it not to move towards us” Ash gave Gacen a quizzical look “hey it could happen I dunno about space phenomenons” did nebulas move? he had no idea

Ash turned back to the console as she brought the ship down to the jungle planet “I assure you it won’t move that quick, anyway we just need to check the spaceport” Gacen had to admit he was surprised to see a spaceport on a remote planet like this he wondered if scrapping ships was enough to form a lucrative society. He thought he could’ve been a scrapper in another life, he guessed he kind of used to be but that was different he was just looking for an easy gift when he’d forgotten a birthday, it happened more times than he was proud of.

He put the thoughts to the back of his mind as he followed Ash out of the ship, they were met by two rather hunched looking humans “welcome to our planet aliens please we have many goods to trade and would appreciate if you follow us” Gacen frowned he’d been to backwater planets but this took the cake, the spaceport was basically just a patchwork metal platform made from scrap in a clearing already beginning to be overgrown.

Ash shook her head “we’re not looking to buy we just need to take a look at your log of ships that have landed here” the humans frowned at her seemingly confused by the request. Ash thought for a second “do you have a ledger? of um customers?” the humans seemed to understand this.

they nodded “yes yes a ledger we’re familiar with what you speak of we can show you after the showing off our wares” Ash frowned seemingly agitated

Gacen put a hand on her shoulder “honestly Ash it’s probably gonna be quicker if we just follow them” Ash sighed conceding to the weird custom and they followed them towards the town.

Town was a strong word, what it seemed to be was a large collection of stalls made out of reclaimed ship parts, Gacen’s eyed widened wow that nebula sure did destroy a lot of ships. They were directed to the first stall and were met with a short man wearing what Gacen recognised as imperial helmet but he doubted the man had any idea what it meant. 

the man bowed before them “welcome welcome to Bucket’s shop of ship appliances” Gacen frowned did he think the hat was a bucket?

Gacen folded his arms “two things is bucket your name or because of the hat and what do you have in this stall” Ash took a deep breath she seemed agitated by this diplomacy which was not exactly a shocker

the man nodded “yes and we have many things here at the shop of bucket things to enhance your ship with the power of many others” Gacen frowned he was still no clearer on the name

Gacen began rooting through his stall and came upon a device that looked surprisingly clean “uh what’s this it looks like it’s not just been ripped from a ship

Bucket nodded excitedly “that is special invention of mine” he paused “well it is invention I found and replicated, it is a shield able to convert the harmful gases of the Gabredor nebula into harmless compounds before they corrode your ship” Gacen’s eyes widened that sounded really good 

Gacen was intrigued “oh wow seriously where did you find this?” Ash seemed less impressed he bet she just wanted to steal the ledger but diplomacy would win the day

Ash put a hand on Gacen’s shoulder “cmon Gacen we’re not here to make impulse purchases” Gacen disagreed this would be useful he could tell

Gacen frowned “I don’t see any downside to buying it, and it’ll probably get us to the ledger faster” Ash sighed conceding ha she just got logiced 

Bucket spoke up “I was lucky to find it on one of the crashed ships that tried to hunt the space worm” Gacen’s eyes widened the WHAT? “I have been able to replicate many over the years using similar parts from other ships that fell prey to it” Gacen’s mind was still racing over the idea of a space worm

Gacen frowned “wait wait wait space worm?” Gacen had seen his fair share of monsters in his day but usually they lived on planets where he could rely on gravity to get away

Bucket nodded “legend speaks of an ancient worm that lives within the nebula some say he grants wishes others say he just eats things, all I know is he has helped bucket profit” Gacen nodded eyes still wide

Gacen did not like the idea of encountering that thing but knowing his luck he would be very soon “alriiight well anyway can I buy one of these shield thingies, do you take credits?” Bucket nodded excitedly as he passed over a credit chip

Bucket shook his hand “oh thank you sir now I can participate in the auction” before Gacen could say anything else he scurried off.

Gacen frowned the auction? before he could question it the two humans returned “are you done shopping sirs we can take you to the ledger keeper now he should be at the auction” Gacen gave Ash a wary look this situation was getting weirder by the second

Ash nodded “sure give us a second though” Gacen thought that was best and they quickly shuffled away 

Gacen frowned “what do they mean by auction? I thought they dealt in scrap” Ash folded her arms looking equally confused

“in my experience people being this vague are usually hiding something so expect it to be dark or just plain weird” Gacen nodded he guessed that added up.

They followed the humans until they reached a longhouse building again looking like it was made out of discarded ship parts, this entire culture has Gacen’s head spinning it was both under and over developed. They were lead into the building and taken over to a Neimoidian sitting in the corner with a ledger in hand 

the humans pointed to the Neimoidian “here is the keeper of the ledger the one who survived the nebula” he turned to them giving them a long stare wow nebula surviver must be a local hero

“welcome to the auction are you a buyer or a seller?” Gacen looked around the room it seemed kinda dark and shady not that he wasn't used to that but it definitely did not seem safe.

Ash spoke up “neither we’re just here to find out if someone we were looking for was here, we were told you keep a ledger” the Neimoidian nodded looking to the ledger he was holding. 

the people in the longhouse began to form a circle Gacen frowned was this like a fight club or something? how was that an auction? “well I’m not just going to give you that information for free my dear, I’ll need compensation” Ash folded her arms walking towards the Neimoidian clearly not intimidated 

Ash glared down at the Neimoidian “I could always just take it from you” the Neimoidian chuckled clearly unfazed by Ash’s threat

Gacen heard the rattle of chains from nearby “oh yes because you alone could beat everyone in this room seems unlikely” the Neimoidian continued to laugh “and those who do as I say” Gacen saw as a group of hairy Jakal like people were brought into the room chained up in collars, they were pushed into the middle of the room with electo-pikes

Gacen felt his blood boil this was a slave auction, if Bowdaar were here he would’ve already ripped the head of this guy but Ash seemed to quietly seethe. Ash cracked her knuckles “seems like pretty good odds to me” Gacen saw as the Neimoidian started to look a little worried as Gacen backed up to Ash equally confident

Gacen wasn't gonna stand for this, slavery in all forms was wrong he knew that first hand he cocked his blaster “ready when you are Ash” Ash nodded getting into a fighting stance...

[himiko-yumehellno]

Saiouma Week Day Two: Games

Title: Quests Must Wait For Pokepark Discussions and Boyfriend Shenanigans

Summary: Kokichi and Shuichi argue over Pokepark while Shuichi just wants to play Pokemon Ranger. Also there's a misunderstanding but there's no angst and they make up like two seconds later.

Words: 1139

Note: As soon as I saw the prompt "games" I was instantly like, "Ah, yes, an opportunity to talk about the forgotten Pokemon games that only me and my brother ever discuss now in the fandom." So I guess this was inspired by my brother in a way...? Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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"Hey, hey, Shuichi! Are you ever going to get around to playing Pokepark 2? I'm still waiting for you to unlock the attractions so we can play together!"

At Kokichi's question, Shuichi sighed, opening the menu to pause the game. He didn't expect a conversation about Pokepark to be the first thing Kokichi said after plopping down to lie on the couch next to him, head in his lap, but Shuichi wasn't completely unsurprised, either. Leaning to the side just a little so he could see Kokichi's face, he wasn't surprised at all to see his boyfriend was wearing a cheeky smile.

Shuichi smiled back, and answered politely. "Probably, yeah. But I've told you before that I've played it already and... It's just not as interesting to me as the first game, sorry."

Immediately, Kokichi gave a fake scandalized gasp, and Shuichi had to hold back a snort at the wide eyed, horrified act Kokichi was putting on, like Shuichi's words had been some admittance of betrayal. Holding back giggles as Kokichi sat up and immediately launched into what could almost be mistaken for a well-rehearsed speech, Shuichi sat back and went back playing Shadows of Almia, only partly listening to Kokichi even as he concentrated on not getting hit by any Gliscor. He just needed to get this Cherrim for his quest...

But almost as soon as he'd raised his game back up, Kokichi's whine about being ignored cut through his concentration, and Shuichi quickly lowered his 2DS before Kokichi tried tugging it out of his hands. Kokichi gave him a look filled with annoyance, and Shuichi sent him one right back with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Okay, to be honest, Shuichi did feel a bit guilty for trying to ignore Kokichi, but... he also just wanted to finish his quest already. He'd been trying for half an hour, and hadn't managed to get across Peril Cliffs even once yet... Swallowing down his frustration, Shuichi offered Kokichi a placid smile. "Ah, sorry, Kokichi. You were talking about the plot of Pokepark 2... Something how it was better storywise than the first game, correct?"

Kokichi gave an exaggerated groan, leaning back and surely rolling his eyes at Shuichi, and as he sat back up Shuichi had to hide his grin behind his hand; Kokichi was giving him his fake pouty face, and as Kokichi opened his mouth to once again rant about Pokepark 1 and 2, Shuichi inwardly sighed, admitted defeat, and turned his 2DS to sleep mode.

"Yes! Pokepark 2 is soooo much better with the plot! It's more than just 'gotta get the crystals or else everyone dies;' it actually has a story and a villain in it. And Wish Park is much cooler than the Sky Pavilion!"

Shuichi hummed, but staring at Kokichi a bit blankly. To be honest, he had no idea what Kokichi was referencing. That, and his mind was still partly thinking about his current quest... "Mhm. I see."

Kokichi poked him in the side as he frowned, but Shuichi knew he wasn't really mad. On one of his pokes, Kokichi made sure to look Shuichi in the eye, and Shuichi tensed up.

Kokichi tilted his head, still frowning, but seeming a little bit more serious than before. "Hey, are you gonna listen to me, or are you gonna become boring on me? If you become boring and break my poor little heart, I'll have to sic my whole organization on you!"

Shuichi lowered his hand from his face, smile gone as he caught Kokichi's hand mid-poke. Shuichi put down his DS on the table next to him, and with his other hand gave Kokichi a poke right back, one on his nose.

As Kokichi squeaked, Shuichi took a breath. "That's a lie, isn't it?" It wasn't really a question, and Shuichi didn't wait for Kokichi to respond before continuing. "I'm sorry for seeming like I wasn't listening, Kokichi. I just wanted to finish what I was doing, but I guess I came off as rude, and I'm genuinely sorry about that.

"Anyway, I just think Pokepark 1 is better because I like the attractions and story better. Pokepark 2 might have the objective lol better plot, but... I prefer Pokepark 1's more relaxed pace. Remember when you asked me to watch you while you were in Cove Town? Even though I wasn't the one playing, Pokepark 2 made me feel like it was rushing me."

Kokichi's face went blank as he took a moment to digest that, and Shuichi took this opportunity to shift how he was sitting, so now Kokichi could lie on him if he wanted to. And he did – Kokichi lay on top of him like it was second instinct, which didn't surprise Shuichi, although the thoughtful look on Kokichi's face was uncommon to see; Kokichi did most of his thinking "behind the scenes," so to speak, so to actually see him thinking hard about something was almost refreshing!

... Even if it was because of a Pokemon Wii game.

"Ugh, alriiight," Kokichi sighed, and Shuichi blinked at him in surprise. Kokichi flopped over onto his belly, eyes narrowed at Shuichi, and elaborated with that same pouty look from earlier on his face. "Maybe I can accept your apology and you being a traitor to Pokepark 2 for reasons like those... But only if you buy me Panta!"

"I was never – nevermind. Alright," Shuichi replied lightly, shaking his head. He couldn't keep the relieved grin off his face though; even if nothing had escalated above a frown from his boyfriend, Shuichi was glad Kokichi seemed happier now. And he didn't mind getting his favorite soda for him, either. "I'll get some when I next go out. Do you, uh, mind getting off me so I can add it to the shopping list?"

"No need!" Kokichi said, even though he was already rolling off Shuichi's chest to land on his feet on the floor. Kokichi beamed at him while heading to the doorway to the kitchen. "I'll do it, so don't you worry your pretty little head about it, Shumai!"

Shuichi smiled after him. For all his faults, and for all the silly arguments and less-than-stellar moments they had, Kokichi was genuinely sweet sometimes...

... Shuichi paused.

"If you've beaten the attractions, you don't need me to beat them too if you want me to play with you, you know!"

"It's more fun if we've both gotten to that point, screw you!"

Shuichi laughed, shook his head again, and settled in where he lay to keep playing Pokemon Ranger.

Maybe later he'd start Pokepark 2, since it mattered that much to Kokichi. But right now, he was gonna relax and catch this Cherrim.

... And give Kokichi a kiss when he came back from the kitchen.

[marshmarrowsans]

Summer Skeleton Snuggle and Surf!

Whoop whoop it’s past midnight here and you know what that means!!! Hey @miss-me-chispy, it’s your summer secret santa!  You requested self-insert cuddling with UF Papyrus and after writing all 30 monstersummermash prompts I was in a really summery mood, so I decided they’d be cuddling on the beach.  Then I was really enjoying writing the story, and the surfing thing came to mind, and I thought it’d be super cute, so I just added it in.  Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!  I tried to make it really cute and fluffy! -Mod Kasha

Typically, there are two types of people when it comes to visiting the beach: people who go in the water, and people who don’t.  Before this trip to California, you would’ve made an educated guess that Edge would be the former and Red would be the latter. That assumption was flipped on its head when you actually got there: maybe it was because Edge had you to cuddle with and Red had a human surfing instructor to go make goo goo eyes at.  Maybe it was because Red gave little enough of a shit to put on swim trunks, whereas your boyfriend was still dressed like he walked straight out of a Hot Topic buy four get three free sale.  But whatever the reason, it ended up that Edge stayed on the sand with his arms around you, and Red went splashing around in the shallows with a rental surfboard.  You were sitting together on a beach towel in the shade, with him behind you, and you practically in his lap.  He was hugging you from behind and, of course, still tall enough to see over your head. “He’s going to hurt himself,” you mused, holding on to one of the strong, boney arms Edge had wrapped around your waist. “Should we go save him?” “FROM WHAT?  DROWNING?” Ah.  It was easy to forget little things like the fact that skeleton monsters did not have the physiological need to breathe. “No.  From embarrassment.” Edge wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, and you felt him nuzzle his nasal cavity against the top of your head. “I’M HAPPY HERE IN THE SUN WITH YOU.” It wasn’t often you got to hear him say that he was happy, however tangentially and despite the fact that he said it around you more than he did around anyone else. “HOWEVER…  IF YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO PLAY IN THE WATER.  AND TAKE ME WITH YOU, SINCE I AM YOUR DATEMATE AND EVERYTHING IS BETTER WITH MY COMPANY.  THEN ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK!” You tilted your head back to look him in the eyes.  “But you didn’t bring swim trunks.” “THIS CLOTHING WILL SUFFICE.  IT IS BUILT TO WITHSTAND ALL SORTS OF PERILS!” he told you proudly, even though you knew full well that it had plenty of normal wear-and-tear.  “I DON’T THINK THAT WATER IS ITS LIMIT.” “What about sand?  I’m warning you.  No matter what you’re wearing, no matter how secure you think your pants are, if you let the waves out there batter you around enough, you will get sand right up in your asscrack.” “I DON’T HAVE ONE.” “You will get sand right up in your pelvis.” “THAT’S ALRIGHT.  IT’S ALREADY THERE.”  He shifted uncomfortably and pulled a strange expression, earning a laugh from you.  “I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN UP AND TRIED TO SHAKE IT OUT BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO LET GO OF YOU. AND BESIDES.  THAT IS NOT A FLATTERING THING TO DO IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND.” “Oh, I don’t care.”  You gave him a little nudge on his arm with the back of your hand.  “I think we’re deep enough in love to be past the point of trying to act perfect around each other all the time.  Don’t you?” Oh, the L-word always hit him right in the soul.  No matter how often it was spoken between you at this point, no matter how normal it was for the two of you to say it in reference to each other nowadays, it still always made him falter and realize all over again how…  happy he was.  He turned his face away from you a little, but not before you could catch his sharp teeth stretching into a bigger, more genuine smile, and the light blush flooding to his cheeks. “BUT WE ARE PERFECT.  I WOULD ACCEPT NO LESS, EITHER FOR MYSELF OR FOR YOU!” His meaning was clear—he didn’t mean ‘perfect’ in a pure sense, but ‘perfect’ in that you were perfect for each other and to each other.  He recognized your imperfections, and maybe even his own, but they were a part of the two of you and your love for each other, so it was a part of something that was overall, in his eyes, perfect. “…  IN ANY CASE.  DID YOU WANT TO GO OUT AND PLAY IN THE WATER?” You quirked an eyebrow at him.  “Well, did you?”  You’d gotten pretty good at reading between the lines, given how often Edge was a tsundere about everything down to what he wanted to have for dinner.  And one of his favorite tactics was acting like you were the one who wanted something, in order to justify asking for it.  He especially liked to do that when it was something he was afraid or otherwise unwilling to try alone. Maybe he wanted to try surfing with you. Red disappeared under the water with a splash so dramatic you both turned to look, and had to be pulled up by the arm by the surfing instructor.  You felt each warm puff of breath as Edge chuckled against the side of your head. “MAYBE WE SHOULD AT LEAST SHOW MY BROTHER HOW IT’S DONE.” “We’re beginners, too.  That’ll probably be us in a few minutes.” “NO WAY.  WE WILL CONQUER THIS OCEAN LIKE ANY FOE!” All you could imagine was him trying to fight the water lapping at the shore. “DON’T LAUGH AT ME, CHISPY, MY DEAR.  WE CAN CONQUER ANYTHING TOGETHER!”  In one swift move, he both got to his feet and lifted you to your feet along with him.  He lifted you from under your arms, briefly leaving your feet dangling over the ground, before he set you back down steady on your own two feet.  “THAT IS WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” No matter how long it took him to recover from hearing that you loved him, he always remembered to tell you that he loved you back. The two of you jogged hand-in-hand out to the water’s edge, where the surfing instructor was just taking Red’s surfboard back from him.  You just caught the tail end of their conversation. “You’ll get the hang of it if you keep trying.” She was using her customer service voice.  “Like I said, you can come back for lessons during the week all summer.  We’ve got some great instructors here for that. Twenty dollars a session.” “oof.  thanks for the sales pitch, doll.  i’m gonna go drink until i forget how much my ass hurts.” “AHEM!” Edge stepped forward. “BROTHER!  ALLOW CHISPY AND ME TO SHOW YOU HOW IT IS DONE!  PLEASE.  SIT ON THE SAND AND OBSERVE.” The surfing instructor turned her attention to you, seeming to realize that you wanted a turn.  “Oh, have you two been surfing before?  We’re doing free surfboard rentals and basics but, like, if you’ve surfed a lot before, you can totally just use one of our surfboards for awhile without me giving you the rundown.”  She was probably a local.  She sounded like a Cali girl if you’d ever heard one. “NO!  BUT WE WILL SHOW HIM HOW TO BE GOOD BEGINNERS AT IT!” Edge asserted confidently. “whatever ya say, boss.” Well, the pressure was on now.  Red was sitting in the sand a few feet away with a grin that was just challenging you to fulfill Edge’s promise of an outstanding performance.  You would try your best, but you were already anticipating screwing up hilariously. At least the three of you could all laugh about it if that happened. “Alriiight, so the first thing we’re gonna do here is figure out if you surf regular foot or goofy foot.” “I AM NOT GOOFY AND NEITHER ARE MY FEET!” Edge interjected.  “REGULAR!” “Let her explain, sweetie,” you reminded him with a gentle touch on his arm. “…  Right, so, regular foot means you feel more comfortable riding the board with your left foot forward.  Like this.” She demonstrated, holding out her arms as if for balance even as the surfboard she was using was planted firmly on the sand for the demonstration.  “And goofy foot means you feel more comfortable with your right foot forward, instead.  Like this.” She switched feet, holding the same position for a moment before dropping her arms to her sides.  “That’s all.  Go ahead and try it on your boards.  See what feels more natural for you.  That’ll be the stance you use from now on.” You were glad to start out with some nice and easy setup.  You didn’t feel quite ready to go out on the water yet.  You tried each stance, a few times, before deciding that the ‘regular’ stance felt right to you. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, took a lot longer.  He furrowed his brow, staring down at his feet as he switched back and forth between the positions.  You were sure that if he was actually undecided about which felt more natural, he would’ve just picked regular.  So that must mean… You cracked a big smile.  “…  You’re a goofy-foot, aren’t you, honey?” “I AM NOT!” “Are too.” “WELL!  I PREFER TO STAND THIS WAY!  BUT IT’S CERTIANLY NOT GOOFY!”  He turned to the instructor.  “THIS STANCE! IT NEEDS A NEW NAME!  WHAT ABOUT…  COOL FOOT?” “…  Okay. Well, whichever foot you have in front right now, that’s the foot you’re gonna use when you pop up on the board out in the water.  Popping up is what we’re gonna practice next, mkay?  And it’s probably going to be what takes the most getting used to.  It can take some practice to hold your balance right. So what you’re gonna do, is you’re gonna lie on your stomach on your surfboard and paddle out.  Paddle for awhile.  Paddle around ‘till you find a good place to try and catch a wave.” Again, she demonstrated for you, mimicking swimming movements above the sand.  “And when you think you see a good wave to catch, you’re gonna put your hands on the board like you’re doing a push-up.  Legs stretched out behind you.  And then, real fast and smooth, push yourself up and plant your feet in the proper position.  Front foot facing forward, back foot pointing to the side. Don’t end up on your knees on the board, you’ll probably fall over.  Let’s practice popping up on land!” It felt silly and kind of embarrassing to do that, with all the strangers around, not to mention Red staring teasingly at the two of you.  But it was certainly something that took a bit of practice.  You kept finding your feet planted just slightly wrong, or it took you a bit longer than you would’ve liked to get to your feet from your position lying prone on your stomach.  Still, you were better off than Edge.  He might’ve been a bit too tall for the rental surfboard, despite being given the longest one they had in stock.  He ended up, quite a few times, with one of his feet or the other on the sand instead of on the board. But eventually, you both felt like you got the hang of it.  It helped him to look to you for a better (and prettier!) example. “Looking pretty good, guys!”  The instructor clapped her hands together, particles of sand flying out like dust in the air.  “Are we all ready to go out on the water?” Edge looked to you.  Was he… nervous about this?  You couldn’t blame him if he was.  He’d only popped up correctly a couple of times, and it had been inconsistent. “…  WE’RE GOING TOGETHER, RIGHT?” “Well, we can’t all ride the same wave, but we’ll all paddle out together, I’ll go first, and then you two can try and follow me, okay?” “…  VERY WELL.  STAY CLOSE, CHISPY.” God, he made it sound like some kind of suicide mission. The three of you paddled out into the water together, the surfing instructor taking the lead.  You weren’t far behind her, but Edge started to lag behind the two of you—his skeletal hands weren’t as good at paddling through the water as your fleshy ones were—so you slowed down to match his speed. The instructor had to shout back at the two of you for you to hear her over the distance and the roaring of the waves. “We’ve got a good one coming in! Now watch me!” A sizeable wave approached, and she demonstrated the proper technique with the practiced grace of somebody who had likely been doing it since childhood.  She hopped off her surfboard on the beach and stood proudly there to watch you, surfboard pulled upright at her side and tucked under her arm.  Red looked impressed. One or the both of you were so going to fall on your face trying to replicate that. And you decided that if one of you was going to have to fall on your face first, it would be you. “I’ll take the next one,” you volunteered bravely.  You ran through it all in your head—push-up position, pop up, left foot forward, knees off the board… “YES!  SO BRAVE!  GO FOR IT! I BELIEVE IN YOU!” Damn.  This next big wave coming in looked even more daunting than the first, but maybe that was because you were looking at it with the knowledge that you were going to try to surf on it. You had that last-minute second of doubt, just as the wave was upon you, like you suddenly didn’t know what the hell you were doing.  You pushed up, felt yourself wobble, and were sure you were going to tip right over… but you remembered your footing, steadied yourself, and the next thing you knew, you were gliding through the water on your surfboard! Honestly, you felt like a baby deer taking its first few steps in the world, knees locked in place, terrified you were still going to fall.  But all three of your onlookers were cheering you on with utmost enthusiasm, all the way until you made it to the shore and stumbled on to the sand. “Beautiful form!  Great work!” the instructor praised you.  “Now let’s see how your…  Boyfriend…?” “Boyfriend,” you confirmed breathlessly. Looking out at the water, you couldn’t miss him.  He stuck out like a sore thumb in the best way possible. “Let’s see how your boyfriend does.” Looking at him now, you could already kind of tell things weren’t going to go great.  He kept paddling out to catch a wave, then changing his mind and just letting the water rush past him.  He even started to get into a push-up position, then changed his mind and flopped back down on to his stomach instead of surfing the wave. He needed encouragement, just like he gave you. “You can do it, babe!” you called out to him, hands cupped around your mouth in hope it would help carry your voice to him. “I believe in you!” “I KNOW!  JUST WATCH!” That gave him just the confidence boost he needed.  Maybe too much of a confidence boost.  He decided to try and ride the first wave he saw. And he tried to get to his feet very quickly. And one of his feet stepped right off the side of the board, sending him splashing clumsily into the water. Red burst out laughing like it was the funniest damn thing he’d ever seen.  You caught the surfing instructor covering her mouth and letting out a little peal of giggles, too. You were the one who splashed out into the water to go check on him.  He was a tough guy, and you had no doubt he’d turn up alright.  You were mostly just going out there to take care of his hurt ego, not anticipating any sort of physical injury. Of course, skeletons sank like a rock, too. So you waded out waist-deep in the water and still didn’t see him, even as the wave that tipped him washed over you. You didn’t see him.  But the water threw him straight into you and sent both of you tumbling back up on to the beach.  When the water receded again, it left the two of you there, you on your back and him clinging to you with his arms around your waist. Slowly, with water still leaking out of several different crevices in his skull, he looked up at you. “…  CLEARLY I DID THAT ON PURPOSE.” “Clearly~” you teased him. “I DID!  THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED.  I…  WANTED TO SEE YOU GET YOUR HAIR WET!”  His expression softened for a moment, as did his voice.  “…  YOU LOOK LIKE A MERMAID WITH YOUR HAIR WET.”  He tucked some of it behind your ear. It really hadn’t been necessary to tell the instructor he was your boyfriend.  She could tell right now. Speaking of which, you didn’t want to get too heavy on the PDA.  So you gave Edge a kiss of acknowledgement, then helped him to his feet. “Don’t worry about it.  Most people wipe out on their first try,” the instructor reassured him with an easy-going laugh.  “You can keep trying.  Orrr come to one of our lessons during the week.” That sounded like fun.  You felt like you could improve—like maybe you just got lucky on your first try.  You would’ve been happy to sign up on the spot. It was too bad your flight back home was on Sunday. *          *          * “You’re extending the trip?” You stood behind Edge, watching him curiously as he revised the calendar he’d brought along.  The arrow marked ‘VACATION’ that had initially ended on Sunday was now hastily extended to the following Friday. “YES.  ONLY FOR A FEW DAYS, THOUGH.  I DON’T WANT SANS GETTING TOO COMFORTABLE.  HE MIGHT NEVER LEAVE.” You could guess what this was about.  The beach trip was still fresh in your mind, and apparently, it was still fresh in his mind, too.  You wrapped your arms around him from behind. “…  Did you want to go back and try those surfing lessons?” you asked gently. “…  IT MAY BE…  FUN…  TO ACTUALLY SURF PROPERLY LIKE I KNOW I CAN.” “I’ll go with you.” “GOOD.  I ALREADY SIGNED US UP.  JUST THE TWO OF US.”  He turned around and hugged you back. It never got any less sweet, seeing how far Edge would go just to try and look cool in front of you and impress you. You could never quite find the words to tell him that you loved him just as much even when he wasn’t trying.