#i played it for like a month and don't remember anything aside from vaguely thinking one character was kinda cute

[mothbaaalls]

i still have dragalia lost on my phone despite it eosing forever ago...

[polyhexian]

*holds up a weird plotbunny* So this one's kinda different. It's not quite Agony and not really eventually and is kinda mostly inspired by that second-to-last shot of the Jabberwocky animatic.

Jasper dies.

It goes down exactly like it does in Jabberwocky. The moments after happen the same way we saw them in the Collector's memory in Agony. At first glance, there's no difference.

There's a lot of aspects about magic that TOH never fleshed out. I don't even think that's because of the whole cancellation debacle, I think it just wasn't important to the story. Aside from the basics, the details about how magic works are delightfully vague and give a lot of leeway to play around with--even if it's annoying that some fields of magic were barely touched on at all.

We don't really know much about oracle magic in general, but ghosts and spirits exist. Hooty coughed up a bunch that one time. We don't really know how they occur, but if our own ghost lore has anything to do with it…

Jasper died desperate to protect his child. If you want to go the unfinished business route, Hunter is still in Belos's clutches. Jasper's final moments were intensely emotional and unjust and pretty much perfect to cause a haunting.

Except he doesn't haunt a physical place.

Hunter's nannies remark on how unusual it is for a baby to sleep through the whole night. He'll wake up when he's hungry or needs a diaper change, but never for no reason. Belos has never had an infant Grimwalker before so he chalks it up to the lack of humanity and spins some words about the Titan's small blessings, blah blah blah.

Hunter rarely has bad dreams as a child. Sometimes one will try to take hold after a bad day, but it's always pushed aside, and it almost feels like someone he can't see takes his shoulders from behind and gently steers him away to kinder thoughts. (When he was very young, it was a much larger hand holding his own, and shaggy blonde hair and bright magenta eyes like his and a gentle smile as he was led to nicer thoughts. But that stopped before he could remember it.)

As Hunter grows older and his responsibilities and expectations pile up, it gets harder to find kinder thoughts to steer to. But the nightmares are still held at bay. The nights after a punishment when he's cried himself to sleep, he dreams of strong arms holding him against a broad chest, his head tucked under someone's chin, and he doesn't know why but he feels safe.

Jasper is…idk, how does one cope with being dead and accidentally haunting your son's mindscape? It wasn't PURPOSEFUL that's for sure. There's so much that can go wrong here. But for the first few years it's like, Hunter's a BABY, he's a TODDLER, at the very least Jasper can be there for him for now! Crap he's learning how to talk, better back off, wouldn't do for Hunter to start telling people about having an imaginary friend. Except double crap, Hunter's life is shit, there's no way Jasper won't help him, he'll just have to make sure he manifests in Hunter's dreams mostly as a sensation and faceless if he has a form at all.

Obviously this can't go on forever cuz that'd be unfulfilling for the plot but idk what would actually trigger them meeting, so to speak. Hunter passes out on his mountain trial or gets knocked out during training/a mission and Jasper is desperate to get him to wake up again? Hunter innocently hyperfixates on oracle magic and mindscapes for a month, realizes from his readings that his dreams are actually really unusual, and purposefully dives into his subconscious to confront Jasper himself? Darius is a jerk to Hunter and Jasper is so angry about it that he accidentally fully manifests in Hunter's dreams while he's angrily pacing around the mindscape that night and when he realizes Hunter is staring at him he just kinda freezes awkwardly like, shit?

Also not sure how to navigate the reveal… I feel like they have to come to some kind of terms or agreement with each other. Like, the end goal here is that Hunter 1) Understands that yes, he's been haunted his whole life, and 2) Understands that he cannot tell anyone about it.

It's not even for Jasper's sake, though Hunter might think it's for Jasper's sake. I imagine one of Jasper's biggest fears is some oracle witch realizing that Hunter has a ghost in his brain and telling Belos. Thank Titan Osran doesn't pay much attention to the kid. Jasper doesn't really want to haunt his kid, but he REALLY doesn't want to deal with the fallout of an exorcism. If Belos learned that Jasper has been haunting Hunter this whole time, he'd kill Hunter immediately, just as a precaution.

I also imagine Jasper wouldn't come clean about everything for a very long time. Belos will let Hunter live so long as he's loyal. Jasper would love to get Hunter away from Belos, but he's dead. So Hunter has to stay loyal until there's a viable escape route. Jasper isn't going to spill everything about how Hunter's a Grimwalker and Belos is evil and Hunter needs to run away, it won't help and it'll add to the poor kid's stress and he'll have to pretend he didn't know these things and then he'll slip up and Belos will kill him. All Jasper can really do is offer emotional support and advice.

But this is Hunter we're talking about so like. A little emotional support and advice goes a LONG way. Hunter becomes extremely attached to his live-in brain ghost, who may or may not be his family. Look at this, an AU where Hunter actually wants to maintain his sleep schedule because it gives him access to the one person who gives him positive attention, even if that person is incorporeal, and also dead. He infodumps about whatever he's reading about lately, or he rambles about some issue he's having while Jasper helps him think through the problem solving, and he really appreciates all the tips Jasper gives him about fighting and using the artificial staff. (Maybe in this AU Jasper actually teaches Hunter how to teleport, not Lilith.)

Hunter would dive into oracle magic over this, too. Just a personal side project, y'know, no big deal. Idk how much oracle magic a magicless witch could use, Luz at least seemed to be able to use that one crystal ball a bit. But at the very least Hunter could probably establish a better link to his mindscape, allowing him to choose to talk to Jasper even when he's awake.

And that's all the general ideas I have for this, I don't have very many specific ones, but here:

Belos starts in on the child abuse, and Jasper realizes that Belos didn't hurt him because Jasper was imperfect, Belos hurt him because Belos hurts people, and Belos was always going to hurt Hunter.

Would Darius's relationship with Hunter continue as it did in canon, or would Jasper decide "screw this" and tell Hunter exactly what to say to Darius to make Darius realize "holy shit is this Jasper's kid and am I shooting myself in the foot here??"

Hunter really does like Jasper but as the years go by Jasper slowly starts insinuating that he doesn't like Belos and by canon he might even be trying to get Hunter to question Belos because he's getting desperate and it causes a bit of tension.

Luz and the gang trying to talk or argue or fight with Hunter and he grunts and glares at her but his standoffishness is also covering for the fact that his attention is split by Jasper going SHE KINDA HAS A POINT, MAYBE YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO HER, ASK IF YOU CAN CRASH ON THEIR COUCH.

Flapjack chooses Hunter and is also fully aware that Jasper is present and both of them are like "what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck"

Hunter and Jasper being absolute dumbasses who reinforce each other's dumbassery over very stupid things. Hunter goes undercover at Hexside like "I bet teenagers like authority and rules!" And Jasper has never been a teenager and is too dead to read parenting books but he did know some scouts who joined the coven as teenagers so he's like "Sounds right to me!"

As Hunter's friendship develops with Willow, Jasper watches all the trees in Hunter's mindscape slowly morph into willow trees.

Hollow Mind happens and through the handwavey powers of mindscape magic Jasper also manages to be there somehow. Caleb Wittebane's Hallucination Ghost is also lurking in Belos's mindscape and the two of them just stare at each other for a minute. Belos sees Jasper but figures he's just some weird manifestation of his guilt for killing his brother's clones, even when Jasper punches him in the face while the kids escape.

Hunter having his melt-down post-Hollow Mind and freaking out because YOU KNEW??? And Jasper tries to apologize and tries to calm him down but Hunter is so upset that he just shuts down that mental connection and refuses to sleep for 24 hours until he passes out at Hexside. He expects Jasper to show up and yell at him or try to explain or something, but instead his dreams that night are like the ones he had as a kid--strong arms and supportive silence and apologetic love.

Belos tries to possess Hunter in TTT and Jasper is just like SURPRISE BITCH. It doesn't go well for Belos, but it goes much better for Flapjack.

Idk what the endgame would be here, exactly, but I feel like Jasper can't haunt Hunter forever. It's not fair to either of them, Hunter needs privacy in his own mind and Jasper needs to pass on peacefully. But if you go the unfinished business route, well, Hunter is safe after Belos is dead, and he has real living friends and a support network now, so Jasper COULD move on finally. A bittersweet ending.

Hdjsjdnnf Ghost Dad (1990)

Maybe he tells him oh, he's the memory of the last Golden guard here to help train him, yeah, sure, that's most of the truth!

I do also kind of like the idea of him manifesting as like a Ghost-Ghost sometimes because. I want him to meet Papa Titan. I want him to Learn All The Lore. Also to go play cards with kings dad when Hunter is hyperfixating on like algebra or something that jasper finds boring and a little frightening

GOD tho... Ghost jasper running into ghost Caleb in Belos' mindscape.and they stare at each other in silence. I'm imagining Jaspers lips parting with this look of shock and apprehension like he wants to say something, but then he hears Hunter cry out in the distance as he gets schlorped up by the ground and his eyes linger for just a moment before he turns and runs in his direction... And you just see Caleb's head turn silently to follow him, then his expression shift ever so slightly toward pity before the camera cuts back to the action

And the DRAMA of brain ghost j-

Oh my god. Brain ghost jasper. Oh my god

The DRAMA of brain ghost jasper jumping from the darkness in front of Luz and hunter between them and Belos and hunter being like :0 when Belos recognizes jasper and is fucking PISSED to see him.

I don't even know how this would fit in but I have this image in my head of Darius sneering at little Hunter and saying like your predecessor would be ashamed of you and jasper is so fucking filled with vicious anger and passion that he just sort of snaps forward and accidentally possesses the little guy. Tiny little like ten years old hunter staring up at Darius with an older man's eyes and-- I don't even know what if have him say but it would be something sharp and so unsettling it fully throws Darius the fuck off his game like hang on what the hell. And jasper is immediately like oh fuck oh shit [poof] leaving hunter like what. The hell was that. Why did I just say that

Oh my god possession arc brain ghost jasper..... R/possessthemback

[hellcatinnc]

Unexpected Heartbreak

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Warning This includes: NSFW/Smut/Angst

Tags: nsfw, smut, making love, romance, passion, chemistry, sex, exhibitionism, snuggles, kisses, love, dating, blow jobs, oral sex, missionary, angst, angsty, angst and romance, unrequited love, abandonment, teachers, professors, classroom play, anal play, prostate massage, bathroom sex, quickies

Word Count: 6,599

Feature: Custom Story (This is the 2nd story added but you would need to read the first one to make sense Unexpected Connection

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A month after they had started dating they did everything together. She only saw him a few hours a night after he got off work then he would head home. One day she questioned why in the time they been together he never invited her back to his place back once. One night they were talking over dinner and she blurted out. "My love…is there a reason why you never ask me to come to your place or ever stay the night with me?" He looked up from the menu with a unreadable expression on his face. He set it aside and they went into talking more in depth and he admitted something she over looked before. He had vaguely told her the first night he was married and had a kid however she was so in distraught she didn't remember this until he started replaying how he had told her. She felt like a idiot for not paying enough attention. "Is it a good marriage?" She couldn't believe she asked that since for the month he had been spending so much time with her. If it was happy wouldn't he rather be with his wife. He nodded no, but somehow that didn't make her feel any better. She let out a soft sigh they finished their dinner in silence she knew there was so much she needed to think about. As they got up to leave he grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. He softly whispered into her ear. "I want to be with you, I am excited to see what this can be but I would lie if I didn't say I feel guilty but I don't want to give you up." Her heart felt heavy she didn't know what to do with this information.

After a long night for her to think it all over the next day she woke up to a text from him. He was just seeing if she wanted to still see him but she couldn't help it she knew she was the bad guy because she still wanted him married or not. She looked around her apartment and here was all these pictures of them in frames like a loving couple and it all warmed her heart. She worked up the nerve to text him back and asked if he could come over that evening after work so they could talk. He agreed and she sat at home thinking that day. What was she going to do, she was falling for him and really didn't want to give him up. By the time evening came she had come to the idea that she was going to throw caution to the wind she wanted him and he wanted her. She got knocked out of thought as she heard him knock on the door and she hopped up and opened the door she was still so excited to see him. As she opened the door he looked sad she had never seen him look so depressed she let him in and he flopped down on the couch. She sat on the couch next to him snuggled up to him and whispered. "Whats wrong my love?" He let out a loud sigh as she cupped his hand in hers. She could tell something was up she grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the bedroom and pulled him into the bed. "Tell me, love, whats going on? Whats wrong?"

She had finally made peace with it all and seeing him so she wasn't ready for his words to come out of his mouth. He told her he hadn't tried to think about his marriage at all cause it was so shitty until she had brought it up last night and the longer he went through the day he felt guiltier. Then his wife's mom found out her mom had cancer and now he questioned if he should be supportive to his wife even if there isn't anything else between them but a friendship. She sat there in his arms in bed listening him tell her now he had doubts about them about he felt guilty being there with her. She felt tears starting to line her eyes but he caught on fast and quickly wiped her tears kissing forehead as he whispered. "I want to be here with you though so much, I don't want to lose you." She couldn't help but plead with him to fight for them, she wanted to be his and only his. She knew this was messy with him having a wife but she still wanted him and only him. She told him he could still be there for and be with her as well. It wasn't the best night and after all the talk he said he had to think about it, he left after a few hours like usual. She cried herself to sleep that night realizing this might be the end of them. She knew they had minor fights along the way but every relationship has them.

The next day she got a knock to her door she wasn't expecting anyone so she dragged herself from the door and walked over with her robe around her. As soon as she opened the door he grabbed her pulled her into his arms as his lips crashed against her own, leaving her pure breathless. She wrapped her arms around him closing her eyes kissing him back as he picked her up slamming the door behind her as he walked her to the bedroom and laid her down. He kissed her lips softly as he kissed down to her neck nipping and licking as he went marking her skin with his animalistic passion. As he presses his lips lightly on her skin she smiles as he kisses her neck enjoying his lips against her skin her breathing already labored. He had never showed this side before but she wasn't going to push him away after yesterday and she thought she was losing him she wanted him. She moaned out as her breath hitched in the back of her throat as he worked his way down her body licking and kissing every inch with small bites as he went further down. He kissed her breasts gently, his hand sliding down her body, slipping between her legs. He was rubbing her thighs as she could feel her wetness grow especially as her thighs were already slick with her juices as he gets closer to her core. He lets his finger brush lightly across her crotch, his lips kissing her breasts all over her breasts tingling as his lips touching them. His fingers brushed against her she let out a breathy moan feeling her self get wetter by the moment.

He pressed his finger against her clit, rubbing is slowly, his lips wrapping around her nipple, sucking it softly. She feels his warm mouth on her hard nipples making her squirm, as he starts to rub her clit. She starts to whimper and writhe under him wanting the pleasure to never stop. He slides downwards, kissing lower on her belly, his finger rubbing and lightly pinching her clit she moans louder as his rubbing and pinches are driving her crazy, making her body tingle and tremble like never before. His lips moving lower down as she babbles out just clear enough for him to understand in her breathy speech "Y-yes…fuck….d-dont stop!" He looks up at her, grinning, then spreads her legs apart and slips between them, kissing his way down her belly, his breathe on her crotch as he lingers in her crotch, his breath tingling over her clit. She becomes a mewling mess as she desires to be tasted to be licked as only he can do… she practically begged for it "Oh…god…baby… please….fuck I wanna feel that tongue….!" He pulls her on top of him, burying his face against her, his tongue licking her wet pussy, slowly spreading it apart and sliding into her. She moans loudly sure enough everyone can hear her as the feel of his tongue licking her she gets wetter with every lick her body trembling at how good he feels between her legs. He moans into her, sliding his tongue faster, in and out, licking her deep inside, she moans running her fingers down through his hair her breaths ragged as he licks faster her body shakes with pleasure. "Oh god baby….I love being touched by you" He can only moan into her in response, sliding his tongue in and out of her, fucking her with his tongue in a gentle rhythm. She moans louder as she feels her muscles contract and she spills her juices into his mouth coating his tongue as she lets go shaking with her release, as she rides out her own orgasm against his tongue. He squirms around her, lapping up her juices, slowing his pace as he kisses and licks here all over.

She hops off him turning around planning to show him just as much pleasure as he just gave her with her legs still trembling. She kisses down his chest to his belly button, reaching down holding on to his throbbing cock as she licks the tip getting it ready for her to take it all, as she looks at him letting him see her devour his cock deep into her throat. He groans deeply, looking at her in wonder, his hand resting lightly on her head, "Such a good girl." She smiles as she hears him praise her as she works his cock in and out of her mouth as she softly moans vibrating his cock with her moans. He says through his own moans. "Oh baby, you're so good to me. I love this so much. You make my body feel extraordinary." She slides her mouth off looking at him smiling. "Baby I love making you feel so good… ill always be good to you… as long as your good to me." She flicks her tongue around the tip of his cock again, he whimpers softly. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, losing himself in the intensely erotic pleasure she was giving him. His fingers lightly sliding through her hair. She hears his whimpers driving her insane his sounds, his moans making her crave him like no other. She slides her mouth off running her tongue down his cock and working down to licking on his balls softly sucking them. He looks down at her, smiling softly, twirling her hair playfully around his fingers.

She sucked his balls running her tongue between his asshole and balls that tender spot, as she flicked her tongue across. She wet her finger sliding against his prostate as she goes back to sucking his cock. He squirmed at the feel of her finger, his body shaking as pleasure envelops him, gasping for breathe. She massages his prostate as she works up her pace sucking him deep into her throat, his squirming and trembles letting her know she is bringing him to his edge. She wants it, she wants to make him cum so hard, letting her taste every ounce of his essence. He cries out, feeling his body tingling everywhere, his toes curling as his balls start to contract, pleasure washing over him. She doesn't stop she goes faster sucking his cock knowing he wont last much longer still massaging his prostate, he groans deeply as his orgasm hits him like a freight train. His balls contracting and pumping his cum into her mouth. She feels him flooding her mouth with his hot creamy seed as she guzzles it all down tasting him. She slides her finger from his ass and cleans his cock real good licking her lips as she gives him a smirk, he looked down at her, grinning widely, "Such a very good girl." She smiled at him as she fell back on the bed in his arms.

He caressed the side of her face as he leaned in kissing her lips loving and gentle. As he pulled back he spoke the words her heart ached to hear. "I don't want to lose you, I can't let you go I want to be selfish with you." He had chose to keep seeing her, he got out of bed and pulled this beautiful heart necklace out of a box he put it around her neck. "This is to let you know I will always come back for you, that I'm not giving up on this between us." She couldn't believe this man was ready to fight for her and she wanted to fight for him to. After this wonderful declaration he needed to head home and put his daughter to bed and go on with his life cause he had to go to work the next day early. She flopped back in the bed that night touching the necklace he gave her knowing that she could finally feel safe falling completely in love with this man. It may haven't been the perfect relationship and it was messy but she was so sure they could make this work one way or another.

The next coming weeks they fell back into their routine spending a few hours every evening together and she couldn't be happier. They went out dancing together, to the beach he even snuck over on a weekend and they went to a shark exhibit together since he loved sharks. Every where they went was out out of town though they had to be super careful that it didn't get back to his wife, job or kid. At first she felt a little guilty but then she would look over at him as he laid in her arms and there was no way she could feel bad for loving this man as much as she did and how good he was to her. Also she could see as he opened up more to her the fact she did make him happy, happier than he had been in years. Ten years was a long time to wait for his kid to be old enough for him to leave his wife but as long as they could keep doing what they did she was sure she would wait forever if she needed to. They would lay in bed and talk about their dreams, loves, passions and wants. They were sexually on fire the chemistry was intense and both knew how to please each other to the fullest.

She snuck into his school one day deciding to meet him after his class she knew it was so risky. As she slipped into his empty class room she shut the door behind her locking the door before heading over to his desk. Soon as he saw her he gasped looked totally shocked and started looking around to make sure no one caught her. He wasn't all too happy with her but she was wearing a school girl outfit and he knew exactly what she came for. She had watched over his class and listening to him talk about his class in psychology it made her wet. He was so smart and when he talked about the stuff it went over her head and she had no context or interest in it but yet her body was on fire the more he spit out. The nerdiness of him being so smart just made her wetter. Before he could ask her why she was there she had already leaned in softly biting his bottom lip an running her fingers over his crotch. It wasn't hard for him to see what she wanted, and he knew he could get caught but she was driving him crazy. Without haste he grabbed her possessively and leaned her back on his desk. "Oh Ms. Reid you been a naughty girl, I think you need to be taught a lesson or two." He pushed her skirt up unbuckled his pants pulling his cock out and without a moment to think he slammed it deep inside of her. She let out a whimper as he started pounding her. He was surprised at how turned on he was to be fucking her on his desk, the desk he teaches at everyday. He was so excited and turned on from the thrill of getting caught and of fucking her on his desk. He wasn't going to last long he could tell it, his breathing labored as he claimed her. He had started to tremble and they were both holding back the moans because it felt so good. The moment he reached his climax he pumped thick ropes of cum into her soaking wet cunt as she started to squirt for him. It was a quick but it was so exhilarating neither of them would forget that day.

Then one night he came to the house and said he wanted to take her somewhere special. They found this lovely park with lights around and it was absolutely breath taking he asked her to come dance with him under the moonlight. How could she deny him this it was the most romantic setting she had ever seen. He pulled out his phone and put on a playlist. She met his smile and she had dressed the part not over dressed but she had a nice summer dress on. After a little dancing they sat on the bench talking going back and fourth going through their playlists sharing some of their favorite music. They had bonded so much but this was the most raw moment of all. They talked about how they were as kids making redial attempts on the radio stations just to make requests to hear their favorite songs. He whispered into her ear that he likes to do air guitar when he listened to certain songs but only when no one is at home and he is alone. She couldn't help but giggle when he admitted this to her. He had let so many walls down letting him in from the long talks of his feeling of not feeling good enough, his depression on days, his guilt, his feelings of being discouraged and now his simple fun moments as well. After this glorious date she felt like she let the last brick in her wall cave and she fell fully, madly in love with him.

As they went back to her house after leaving such a beautiful night. As they walk in and shut the door she grabs him and pulls him to her as she captures his lips in hers kissing him passionately as he returns just as deep. She starts to fidget with each button on his shirt pushing it back off his shoulders wanting to feel his skin under her fingers as she moans into his lips. He bites his lip, as he watched her as she runs her hands down his chest. She smiles at him pulling her top off exposing her breasts and already hard nipples as he begins to nuzzle his face against her breasts. She lets out a moan as she sucks on his lips tasting him as she pressed her body against him, he reaches down unbuckling her skirt. He runs his hands up and down her back while she slides her skirt down over her ass exposing every inch of her to him. Her thighs already moist as she kisses him deeper while he slides his hands over her ass, rubbing her gently. She moans softly as he possessively handles her ass, she looks down then meets his eyes before giving him a wink as she starts to unbuckle his pants, he blushes at her wink. She unzips his pants and she continues to help him out of them not taking her eyes off him. She couldn't believe how bad she wanted him in that moment. He kissed her breasts softly, flicking her nipple with his tongue. She lets out a soft moan as she feels his lips and tongue as she runs her fingers through his hair soft gasps in her voice enjoying his touches. He sucks softly on her nipple, kneading her ass possessively, she moans at him smacking her ass whimpering as her body is going crazy for him. Her fingers all through his hair as she straddles his lap better pressing her plush pussy against his cock teasing him with her own juices rubbing against him. He let's out a low growl, holding her hips firmly, sucking on her nipple. She feels his hands holding possessively his growls driving her even more crazy she lets out more moans to his mouth sucking her nipple while she watches him. She positions herself pushing him against her entrance, he lets out moans softly as he pushes his cockhead slowly into her. She feels him slide into her as she meets him sliding down on him letting out a loud moan as she feels him spreading her open and taking whats his.

He sucks harder on her nipple, holding her hips firmly and guiding her up and down. She moans as she bounces on his cock, her pussy tightly wrapped around his cock as her breaths getting heavier running her fingers through his hair. She watched him suck on her nipples a she is going mad with desire. He grinds his teeth across her nipple, digging his fingertips into her hips as she lets out a gasp, moaning the feel of him firmly holding her as she is guided up and down on his cock. His teeth grinding against her nipple as she watches him whimpering at how good he feels taking her. He growls deeply, thrusting up into her as he holds her tightly. She slides down meeting his thrusts harder and faster her breasts bouncing as she leans in capturing his lips kissing him hard and deep sliding her tongue between his lips. He sucks her tongue softly, holding her ass as he thrusts hard and fast deep into her. She digs her nails into his shoulders as she starts to shake as she lets go coming undone, moaning out his name muffled into his mouth as she cums hard spilling her juices down his cock and across his balls. He groans as he feels her juices drenching him as he holds her firmly and thrusting faster into her. She moans holding on to him letting her tongue dance with his, her juices drenching him as she continues to slide up and down faster, moans muffled in his lips. He squeezes her ass, pressing his face against her breasts as he fucks her deep and hard. She moans louder with each and every thrust into her, she holds on to him tight feeling herself getting closer breath ragged. "Fuck baby you feel so good." He slides his tongue between her breasts, kneading her ass, pumping in and out of her. She moans feeling his tongue on her skin feeling like she is on fire, him squeezing and spanking her ass turning her on even more.

Slamming down on his cock her eyes locked on his as she is overwhelmed in pleasure. He looks into her eyes, smiling softly, slowing his pace, sinking slowly in and out of her as he slows down it causes her to tremble in pleasure feeling him taking her in and out slower but still owning all of her. She looks at him with a loving smile and pure lust in her eyes. He groans as he looks back into her eyes, fucking her with an even rhythm, "Whose pussy is this baby?" She moans hearing his sounds as he ask her question as her pleasure is so good she moans out loudly "Baby its your pussy….only yours!!" He moans at her words, pressing his hands firmly into her hips, pulling her down as he thrusts up into her. She trembles as he thrusts up into she kisses his lips passionately licking his lips. Her breath labored and she is flushed knowing she as the the edge as her pussy tightens around his cock. He kisses her neck, pressing his lips against her skin. She wraps her arms around his head pulling him close to her as he kisses her neck she starts to shake losing it her breath hitches as she cries out as she releases herself on his cock as it thrusts in and out of her drenching it. He growls as he cums hard, exploding into her with ropes of creamy and sticky seed. She holds on tightly feeling him fill her full of his hot cum "Oh god baby!" She leans in kissing his lips, he kisses her back softly. He smiles down at her, touching the side of her face tenderly. She coos to the feel of his hand against her cheek she leans into his hand nuzzling against it. They fall back into the chair, he pulls her into his arms and snuggles her tighter as they catch breath. He lifts her up and carries her to bed after a bit then tucks her in kisses her forehead and tells her he is heading home as she nods. Her last words she hears is "Good night my dear."

The next day she wakes up still a bit tired but yawns dragging herself out of bed. She is soar all over but so worth it she grabs her coffee and sees he had left her a message on discord. His messages made her heart sink he said he was heading out of town the next day to be on vacation and be there for his wife's moms cancer surgery. She gulped not sure what this was gonna bring so she jumped out and messaged back asking him. "Will I hear from you at all?" She couldn't believe how insecure she felt but she just wanted to feel wanted even if he was away. He responded quickly, like he was expecting the question. "Yes of course I will reach out on discord s we can talk." She was happy although her eyes laced with tears she pushed it back and smiled. They met up that evening for a long walk on the beach. His hands easily fit into hers intertwined she felt like they were strong enough to take this time apart. She was confident but as the night went on he went from being in a playful mood to being more withdrawn and quiet. She finally pulled him aside and wanted to know if they were good and if he still felt the same about her. She even dropped the messaged loud and clear to him that she was scared he wouldn't come back to her but he reassured her that he would and nothing had changed for him at all. She sent him off to his house that night after a short session blow job leaving him with a smile on his face and her heart throbbing hoping for the best as she was scared he would forget about her.

The next morning she woke up grabbed her phone hoping to have heard from him but everything just went quiet. She hoped he made to his location safe but without hearing anything she was left worried. The first day left her feeling empty and she cried all day so much so that she made herself pure sick. By the second day she was sick with a cold from all the tears and all. She left him message after message on discord not one response, everything just went quiet, the silence became deafening. As days went on she was sicker felt like crap and still continued to cry and miss him. By the fifth day he reached out to her yet seemed preoccupied and didn't much seem like he was too worried about her even though she was sick. By the end of their conversation it felt like they were back to where they usually are and he seemed caring then he just went quiet and stopped responding. It left her feeling better about them then worried yet again. As days went on she continued to leave messages with no responses. After a week she finally got well but still nothing, not one response. She talked to friends and continued to miss him like crazy really as day by day went on she really worried he was never coming back. Two weeks went by turning into three weeks and then out of nowhere he told her he was home and would be in touch.

She thought cause he came back he kept his word and that they could pick back up where they left off. When he came around the next day she was so excited and happy she was in tears as she met him kissing his lips. It didn't take her long to feel like the atmosphere changed and that he was detached with emotion. As she pulled him into the chair to snuggle in his arms and wrap herself in to his arms nothing changed. Her tears fell so excited to be in his arms again and then she asked him how things went and if everything was ok. Then he dropped the news that quickly broke her heart. He told her that he felt guilty being with her now, it wasn't fair to his wife or her. He continued telling her how he didn't reach out over the past few weeks because this guilt got the worst of him, yet he felt guilty for not reaching out as well. He said he needed to focus on somethings in his life and family and wouldn't be around quiet regular. He wanted to still be with her and he understood if she wanted to see other people but he only wanted her. Tears streamed down her face what was once happy tears to have him home soon changed to tears of sadness. He held her tight and she nodded she understood and for the first time the words left her lips. "If I'm being honest. I love you enough to let you have what you need to be happy. And if it isn't apparent before now I'm in love with you. I realized it clearly while you were away."

He clears his throat after hearing her words. "I hate feeling like I've hurt you. But I also don't feel like I can give you what you want and deserve." Her heart broke as he continued on talking like as if he had given up on them. She even asked him if him and his wife worked things out and was left with a simple but vague "No, not really." He told her he had deleted discord it was the reason she heard nothing because he felt he needed to focus in his everyday and that it was a distraction right now. She decided to go out on a limb and ask a question that she hoped hadn't changed. Months before he told her that she was a very special person he never wanted to lose. He said he was protective her and didn't want to hurt her for anything, she blurted it out. "I dont expect you to feel the same but would you even say you were heading towards falling for me at all?" His words hit like a ton of bricks, nothing like he had said before not only did he make it noted he was more mixed up than ever but his words rang loud and clear in her ears. "I don't know how I feel." She literally felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces and the tears streamed down her face. She met his eyes and they seemed empty like he had already had this plan to walk away, like he had detached himself before coming to her place.

She wasn't sure what was going through his head but she asked him if he would make love to her once more just in case it was awhile before seeing each other and he let her know he would love to but was late and he needed to get home. He told her he would be back soon, he kissed her lips softly, running his fingers gently through her hair leaving her with his last words that she was left with. "Good night my dear." Then he walked out the door and she fell to the floor feeling like her world came to a end. She loved him with everything she was but was hoping he would return the next day since he said soon. She had asked him about her birthday that was their plan in a few weeks but where he was sure he could be there his answer now was he wasn't sure. She didn't know what to think at this point, was it something she did wrong, was she not enough, did his wife find out, was it all just a game for him, did he make up with his wife….the list went on her mind wouldn't stop and she cried herself to sleep that night. She woke the next morning in tears crying out for him. Still no word…day after day went by without one word. She cried and cried she was sure he had abandoned her. She couldn't understand how someone spent so much time together with someone for months, and shared so much of the same things would just turn it off like she didn't matter to him. The fact that he was vague on so much and was so detached like he wanted to be somewhere else all this was on replay.

Friends told her to move on but she was determined to hold out for her birthday, he knew how much that day meant to her. She wanted questions answered she thought this was a random time he would be around not completely a goodbye. The very thought of being with another guy nauseated her so much, it was so sensitive to her and her loyalty and love for him made it so hard. So many friends worried about her locking herself in her house some days staring at pictures of them together wasn't healthy. They wanted her to move on or at least start mending a broken heart, so many were sure it was a manipulative game. She was so sure he cared about her and was afraid he was just a coward that didn't fight for them, either way she knew as well as friends told her for her to wish for him to come back was like wishing for his life to blow up, to possibly lose his job and kid just so they could be together. As time went on she didn't care she wanted him to be happy but she found herself being selfish wanting him to be happy with her. She didn't care if the mother in law had cancer, she didn't care about the wife all she wanted was to be there for him, to be his love and the one who cared. He had even told her no one cared how he felt but her, and she was dying knowing he could need her deep down but he gave her up. She spiraled over and over again mixed emotions getting the best of her from confusion, anger, scared, sad, depressed, and unloved.

She woke up the day of her birthday and waited by her phone. Friends called and checked on her wishing her the best but all she wanted was this whole two weeks to come to a end and for him to come back telling her he missed her like crazy, that he loved her and he realized it. She knew if this day ended without him coming around that she had to face the end of them, that everything they had was not enough for him and she had to live with a broken heart. Her friends one by one called her, stopped by giving her gifts, money, and their love. No one was going to let her stay completely alone cause everyone knew this day was so critical in her moving on or not. She loved him with everything she was but she wanted to believe what they had was as real for him as it was her. As the day ticked by it became apparent he wasn't coming over, calling or even texting absolutely the world went quiet between his and her heart, not a word was to be spoken only silent tears. She stepped away from a party her friends threw for her in her apartment. She stepped in her bedroom as tears ran down her face it was late into the evening past the normal time he would come over, she knew he was with is family instead. She fell to her knees letting the pain hit her fully. Then out of nowhere something snapped in her and everyone at the party started hearing things crashing around.

One of her friends open her door seeing her smash their her and his pics across the floor. She was clearing whole tables that carried things he had bought her, and smashing all their pictures that showed their love. She smashed more and more until her friend grabbed hold of her holding her before realizing she was bleeding from the glass but she didn't care. Her friend got a kit to clean up her wound, wrapping her hand up as she just sat there in the floor with glass all around her, deep gash into her hand bleeding now wrapped with the gauze. Her hand would be in so much pain if her heart wasn't shattered and she barely wanted to breathe without him but knows from this day fourth she would be. He made his choice, she wasn't enough for him to blow up his cozy life, and wasn't worth fighting to see on the side. His guilt was too much and this pain made her want to lay down and die. She pulled herself to bed as her friend left the room. As she laid there for a while she decided to get up and step outside of her room and a guy whistled at her.

This kind of attention weirdly made her feel a bit better, yes it wouldn't give her what he did but she was ready to take back her life. Sure she wasn't ready to love anyone else because he had her heart but she was ready to try to be happy because the last few weeks were hell on her and still are. She walked over and swiped her fireplace off that had pics of him throwing them in the fire then grabbed a bottle of wine and stepped up on the table started guzzling down the alcohol and dancing seductively to the music. She ended up smiling and having fun the next couple a hours later before laying down in her bed so drunk as everyone left her apartment. As she snuggled in her bed she pulled her snuggle kitty close to her letting her tears fall into it soft fluffy material as she cried to sleep. He her heart hurt and she knew if he came back she would probably take him back because he meant so much to her. For now casual is all she was going to try but if for one moment he realized he needed and wanted her she would run back to him.

[tomyo]

Kingdom hearts 3, finally finishing it 4 years later

A game I honestly didn't think would be off this list for a while. I bought the game when it came out and then never finished it because I was using my roommate's PS4.

Recently a friend lent me his PS4 now that the PS5 exists and after months of con season I finally sat down with it. I had intended to start from scratch until I learnt the several hours I played on the guest account where erased and my sanity would not allow several hours of tutorial again.

In the end, I bought a psn membership and reached out to that old roommate which was a nice experience. I missed them but have always just been to much in my bullshit to reach out until apparently *this*.

Maybe the funniest thing to say about all of this is this is my first and only time I've played a kingdom hearts game meaning my gameplay expectations were average. I had a goofy fun time after not having to play Olympus a third time and I relate to smooth brained Sora a lot, vaguely I get what's going on but I don't give too many shits. Yeah the start of the key blade war was a mess but my little gay ass cried at every XIII trio and co moment. That ending CG cutscenes was too short but I could easily wax on about how these characters have constantly sacrificed and gone through tragedy often in the name of each other and the hope that those in front of them could move forward. The prequel trio went through tragedy, the main trio constantly just out of reach from each other, the XIII trio stuck in an amnesiatic limbo and so forth. The fact most of them got to literally do fun kind shit together was a nice miracle.

Also bawled at the union cross cameos even though I barely played it. I love tragedy and I did earlier this weekend stop to let my avatar cry scared at their own death in the middle of war so the idea that maybe some actual users got to see their names on screen attacking the enemies but hard. Even though I haven't played the series, it's a permanent part of my life just from the cultural zeitgeist it caused in my adolescence. I wish they gave it more impact if anything but I get it, it wasn't something everyone was for.

Obviously though the biggest issue is Kairi per usual. Utada's song are sort of like a thematic tone to each chapter in the series with a theory that Kairi's designs being inspired from Utada's image at each point. Chikai is not just a love song but a wedding song, the progression from an immature and insecure relationship in the first one to one stubbornly proclaiming it's now or never with your devotion to me. It's a song meant to stand at the end of everything, it's someone waiting for you to meet them in the distance. I remember desperately trying to avoid spoilers for these past four years but being suggested from what I couldn't avoid that Kairi had proposed marriage to Sora at the end. It's also usually Kairi who gets a lot of attention in the CG openings and endings. The natural idea of this all is that it's sealing the idea of Sora and Kairi recognizing each other as a couple and potentially a maturing relationship from when they were children even though like, I don't even think two years have passed in world??? Either way she gets worse than nerfed at the end. You don't get to play as her, she doesn't get to do A N Y T H I N G aside from being said to still believe in Sora and be his emotional angst. And then she is kidnapped and killed. The worst is it failed to make it matter to me. The are a lot of reasons why everything with Kairi just did not hit any emotional level whatsoever as a Kairi stan. Riku had more romantic tension with himself on the beach honestly. And yes, I acknowledge there was literally a gay rainbow bonded key blade. I didn't really ever ship anything with kingdom hearts but I now believe in Sora and Riku I guess. Also the old dudes probably making out. Yeah, wasn't even pissed at that anticlimactic heel turn with the big baddie. Side note, buying the game was 100% worth it to have the immersive experience of Goofy and Donald call out for my from the controller. A+. Just, man, Kairi was more blank than wood this game despite them trying to say she was important. I think for a series so central on the bond of it's trios, keeping her out of the main fights was such a bummer.

Also I am not paying $30 for the dlc when I have already given the game $70+ of my money. I will absolutely watch a video of that instead.

Either way I'm happy I can finally watch videos that sat in my YouTube watch later since 2019 and I happily look forward to KH4. Bitches who know me know I'm a sucker for Shibuya and honestly I should have bought the world ends with us in the ds when i had the chance. Might come on my lists because street style is so big in that game.

With that one of the two most intensive games on this list can be crossed off. The other being GTA 5 but I also don't really plan to jump on that anytime soon. More concerned with playing the Kinect games on my 360 lmao.

[griff-us]

Title: Free Fall

Pairing: Corvo Attano/Reader

Summary: You see him for him. He sees you as someone else. That doesn't stop you from falling for him.

General Warnings: Allusions to prostitution. Violence. Sex. Angst, so much of it.

Word Count: 2473

Notes: I've been craving some Corvo content and finally decided to make it myself. This is written with a black reader in mind, but I kept the reader very vague. I'll be taking liberties since I haven't played the games in ages and the lore is just massive. But I expect to have more lore accurate pieces as I. write more. This will probably be a two-parter! Excuse any mistakes, I didn't do too much editing. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, minors don't interact!

Called to the Devil and the Devil said quit Can't be bothered better handle your shit Keep about your wits man, keep about your wits Know yourself and who you came in with Can I sit down I've been hustling all day I can't even count how many souls I've made Off the same deal you on Remember, the Devil ain't a friend to no one But fine, true

**

He’s always been there; a distant figure shrouded in shadows. You thought it a coincidence or happenstance when you’d catch sight of him from the corner of your eyes; frame pressed against aging brick or perched on top of crumbling roof tiles. You never thought him odd, the Distillery District has always been overrun with criminals and strange people, that is until flyers began to circulate with his masked face—and a reward. It’s a wonder why a murderer would take a liking to you. Perhaps you were a target? That would surely complicate things, wouldn’t it?  Then again, men tended to flock to your little dilapidated apartment, all of them searching for the same thing. 

He shows one night; three quick wraps of his knuckles against the cracked glass of your window. You huff a sigh, hands scrambling for the candle at your bedside before shuffling towards the source of the noise. Freehand tugs back the curtain and there he is. Hands holding tight to the ledge. You stare blankly for a long moment, stunned at his upper body strength and—well intrigued beyond belief. 

“You know…” your tongue darts out to wet parted lips. “Most men use the stairs, hm?” he doesn’t say anything, and you try again. “It’s two coin an hour. Ten for the night. Weapons are to be left downstairs, and I won’t be feeding you.” he remains silent all the while weight shifts lightly, and a single hand rises to fish within his robes. The strange man drops a leather sack in the palm of your hand; far too heavy to be the requested amount. 

“I need not your services. Only somewhere to sleep and tend to my wound.” ah, so he can speak? You regard the man with slanted lips, and you think to turn him away. After all, he is a wanted killer; not to mention Slackjaw might get his trousers in a twist if he found out. But the weight in your hand is too good to pass up; you could have your clothes mended, and perhaps acquire a few extra meals for that poor boy on Clavering Boulevard. 

“Why come to me?” a reasonable question among many; after all, he has been following you the past few weeks, and now this?

“I helped the boy on Clavering the other day. He mentioned you; said you were a woman to trust.” Damn children, you would have to have a chat with him. A sigh heaves past your lips, and you move aside to let him in. 

“Shoes off please, there’s a plague about after all. I may be penniless but I rather not live like it.” the strange man does as you ask, frame hobbling slightly while he kicks heavy boots off. You watch while he lays them by the window. As he begins to disarm himself you find yourself in awe at the sheer number of weapons on his person. 

“You really do kill people then?” a scoff sounds from the other side of the room as you finally turn to quickly count the coin he had given you. It’s enough to last you months. “I’ll be back.” you don’t wait for an answer; feet pad against splintering wooden floors as you hurry down the stairs and to the kitchen. You wrap the coin purse in a rag and stuff it under the sink, just behind a false wall with other precious items. You’d find a better home for it later after he leaves. 

Teeth chew your full bottom lip, and you wonder if he’s eaten yet. Despite your warning earlier you can’t help but feel—grateful. With a grumble, you quickly put together a plate. Cheese, bread, fruit, and cured meat you had been saving for a rainy day. 

‘I imagine you’ll need nourishment to help your wounds—” you return to him upstairs, hip nudging open the door to your room. The man keeps a silent focus; his robe and shirt neatly folded on top of a shaky chair in the corner of the room. You watch quietly as he finished stitching closed a rather nasty gash on his side with help from the moonlight. 

“Here…” you set the plate by him and quickly snag a bottle of alcohol from under your pillow. “I haven’t a clean rag this may burn.” you make quick work of the cork with your teeth, freehand gently pushing against his torso so that you can get a better look at the wound. His skin is ice against your warm palms you swear he hums at the contact. You resist the urge to smile and make work by washing the wound carefully with small splashes of the liquid. He tenses, a hand falling to your shoulder as if to steady himself. You feel a flutter in your stomach that reverberates in the back of your throat. The feeling is pushed down and squashed nearly immediately; he is a murderer, an assassin. Best not to develop a childish crush on a man like him. 

“There you are.” once finished, you take a step back giving him space and taking a moment to admire the hardened frame before you. He’s yet to remove the mask, but you don’t push him to—killers need secret identities, don’t they? 

“Thank you.” you only nod, and motion to the extra mattress in the room. 

“You should rest.” the man hums in agreement, his frame sinking into the old padding, and you watch from your own makeshift bed as his body visibly deflates. His back is to you, and you trace the numerous scars and bruises that adorned his skin with your eyes. What a strange man indeed. 

***

The stranger is gone by morning; any trace of him from the night prior scrubbed from your home. Even the spare blanket sits folded atop the pillow just as you had them before. A shame you never got his name, not that he would give it. You can’t help but wonder who the strange is under that mask; quiet and gruff as he is—you can’t shake the way in which he treated you. Rather kind, far different from the typical treatment you’ve learned to endure from Slackjaw and his gangs of idiots. 

It doesn’t matter; your transaction with the stranger is complete, and you’ve coin to spend. Within fifteen minutes, you are washed, hair hastily pleated in a thick braid that hangs past your shoulders. With money tucked away within the pockets of your dress you make for Clavering. First a stop to the general store and then to see the boy and deliver him food for the week. His bright blue eyes shine wide when you present him with a basket full of meats and bread. 

“Remember to ration as I taught you, and keep this hidden from everyone, do you understand?” the boy nods enthusiastically, tiny fingers gripping tight to the beaten basket, and you send him off with an affectionate pat on his back. You stand there a moment watching as his small frame vanishes down the length of the ally, a smile on your lips. Head tilts, and your turn to peek up at the rooftops. A flash of shadows darts behind a half-fallen chimney, and you chuckle before continuing on with your daily chores and business. 

**

A week has passed; the sun has long ago set, and a customer has just left you. The house is empty, and silent, save for your snivels. There are times a rather unruly drunkard will call on you, and there are times when gentle is the last thing on their mind. You may have protection thanks to your deal with Slackjaw and his gang, but that only saves you from the law, and death—they still use you as they please. Fingers press to your swollen lip, crimson seeping from cracked and broken skin. You inhale sharply and cuss lowly. 

“Are you alright?” you hadn’t heard him slip in through the window, and you nearly jump from your skin at the sound of his voice. You turn quickly, and there he stands—your stranger. You quickly work to wipe away the tears that had begun to fall from tired eyes, nodding over and over as if to convince yourself. 

“Yes yes. Can you please knock like a normal person?” feet wobble as you stand, and he moves to help you keep your balance. “I said I’m fine!” words are laced with far more anger than you intended, and the strange man silently backs off. “What do you want? I’m not taking any more customers tonight.” 

“I—” you look up as he pauses a long moment, his mask making it impossible to discern any emotion from his face. “I’m not here for that. I came to see how you are doing.” 

“Just wonderful.” sarcasm bites at your tongue, and you turn to him fully. You sense his unease now that he can see the bruises that have already begun to blossom across your neck and cheek. Without a word, the stranger steps closer, a single hand-raising while fingers skim the warm skin of your cheek. 

“I should kill him.” 

You scoff, smacking his hand away. “Oh please. I haven't seen your face, I don’t know your name. What gives you the right?” it is impossible to hide the bitterness that seeps into your tone. The stranger says nothing, and finally, you snap. “Leave. Now.” you turn away from him, arms cross over your middle as if to hold yourself together just long enough until he is gone. There’s a long moment of silence followed only by his retreating steps toward the window. And one word—a name. 

“Corvo.” 

***

Two months pass; Slackjaw ends up getting himself killed. You’ve been spared the details but there’s no question in your mind who felled him. It’s both a gift and a curse; the gang leaves you alone, but with their absence comes the absence of money, and protection. Luckily enough, an old contact gets you into the Golden Cat, a renowned pleasure establishment for the more monetarily endowed citizens. Better coin, slightly better treatment. You’ve got your own room; four walls, a bed, and a dresser for your things. A single window looks out over the city and it’s nice in its own way. 

You haven't seen him since your last encounter—Corvo. Some nights you lay awake wondering what might have happened had you not told him to leave. Maybe he could have taken you away from it all. Maybe you could have stayed in that little hovel, spurred on only by his intermediate visits. They’re foolish, those thoughts. But you would be a liar if one man's kindness hadn’t won you over in the fastest fashion. 

It was only when you had begun working at the Golden Cat and were privy to the talk of politicians and the elite did you realize that it was most likely Corvo Attano that had wormed his way into your heart—-an empress's murderer. 

How foolish of you, you think one night while curled under thick blankets in the comfort of your tiny room. To become infatuated with a man whose face you’ve never seen, the man that murdered the empress and spiraled the empire into chaos. A sad sort of laugh falls from your lips while your head shakes. 

“What’s so funny?” that voice, and from nowhere. You bolt upright from bed, and there he is; stood in front of the open window. Silence follows while you battle with yourself; to hug him, curse him, or call a guard. 

“The bounty on your head could finally get me out of this life.” you decide to challenge him, but the waiver of your tone betrays you. 

“So call the guards.” his boots are silent against the wooden floors as he nears, and you watch while Corvo sits next to you. Silence grips the room firmly, neither of you too sure what to say. Finally, he speaks. “I didn’t murder her. I loved her.” Oh. “She was assassinated, and I have been framed for it. I am here to find her…our daughter. They have her hostage here. That is how I learned of your presence here.” How…sad, you think. How tragic. You reach out, fingers brushing against his neck, and you watch for any adverse reaction while manicured fingers slip beneath the mask perpetually strapped to his face. Corvo tenses while you do, but he allows you to unhook the latches at the side, and slip the metal from his face. 

Tired, hardened eyes stare back at you; laced with a grief not unknown to you. Your chest tightens, and you lean forward to hold his face in the palm of your hand. “You poor man.” His eyes close, frame leaning into your warm touch, and you feel as though your daydreams and longing have come true, but… “Why follow me, Corvo, why…why me?” 

“You remind me of her.” mumbled so softly; each word laced with heartbreak. It breaks you just a little; here you are infatuated with a man who dotes on you, in his own way, because you remind him of his dead lover. Foolish. You’ve been so foolish. 

“I—” you begin, but he cuts you off. 

“I have to bring her home tonight, my daughter. After I leave this place won’t be safe for you.” it dawns on you after a moment, and you grow cold. 

“You’re going to kill them?” 

“If I must.” he takes your hand, lips brushing against your knuckles, and it's a wonder how someone so adept at causing harm can be so—gentle. “Here.” Corvo turns his hand over in yours and places a cloth pouch in the center of your palm. “Leave tonight. Flee through the servants' entrance in the kitchens. Find work, find a home.” You stare in utter silence. He’s come again to uproot what little comfort you’ve managed to forge in this brutal world. To wreck your heart, and your home. Damn him. 

“What else is there for me, Corvo, but this life, hm? Who would—who would think twice of me?” He closes your fingers around the pouch. 

“I would, and I do. I think of you every day, and I would like to see you safe.” you tremble, gaze locked with his, and you nod. Corvo squeezes your hand tenderly, leaning down once more to press another feather-like kiss to the back of your hand. “Take care of yourself.” you chew your bottom lip, and only nod again—you fear the sob that may bubble forth if you dared to speak. He stands, mask fixed to his face once again, and quietly slips out into the hall. 

You sit there a long moment, a wild whirlwind of emotions taking hold. And it is only when you realize his words sounded like a goodbye do you allow yourself to sob.

[eve6262]

jayvik week day 3 - different first meeting/[free day]

It has taken exactly three months, one week, and four days to identify the problem. What started as a problem, anyway; now it has evolved into something a bit more neutral that they can both appreciate in some form or fashion. Still, it's taken a bit to identify properly.

Jayce has a fascination with his body.

Not in the usual kind two lovers might be interested in each other's bodies, carnally and emotionally invested. Not some kind of morbid curiosity either, because it's not just his augmentations or the way they interact with the body. No, it's his body in particular, and he sees it only on himself and remembers it vaguely from their Hextech collaboration days and thinks he's onto something.

Whenever they're relaxing, Jayce will position himself to have the most of Viktor's body available, no matter what part of the body it is. He will absently trace his hand over a chest, or a back, or through his hair, or even play with the man's hands. Once, when he was told with no small hint of annoyance that if he wanted comfort he could curl up on the end of the bed, he did, and proceeded to try and nuzzle his calf like a cat.

If they're working and Viktor drops something, two hands will be on his, reverently smoothing over nothing on his wrist as he's handed back the chalk or pen. When he's tired, Jayce does his best to cradle the man's head in his arms and talk to him after pushing Viktor's head into his admittedly very warm chest.

This is nothing Viktor cannot work with. He would be lying if he didn't find it comforting, the amount of touch Jayce cannot help but dole out, but it is disconcerting. The first reason is because he is unsure whether the man even realizes he's doing it; the second is because, well.

He's not really sure what there is to be fascinated about with his body.

Aside from the augments, of course; but when he presses his ear to Viktor's chest and lays there, listening to a heartbeat, that isn't augmentation. When he cuddles up to any skin he can get, puts a hand on the man's back when he's walking out of habit, seems to reverently run over the skin where they touched with his hand even after the contact is finished; something has to be done.

It is unfair, he thinks, that Jayce should be so enamored with his body, and he should receive nothing in return.

So he brings up as much to Jayce, one night of relaxation, the man curled on his lap in the armchair. It's plush and soft and so nice, so nice of Jayce to bring this in for him, what a treat for the both of him but mainly the one in pain all the time, and Jayce looked like he was high.

The words fall out in a jumble, a mess, unsure of themselves. But he manages to communicate that the reverence is there, he thinks, and that it's undeserved, he thinks, and that Jayce should probably stop it if he thinks Viktor can give him that back, he thinks.

He is kissed in response, lips warm on his. "Viktor. I don't love you for anything. I love you because I do. I love you because I have to, because your body is so perfect, like an angel came down from the heavens themselves to save me."

"I am no savior."

"Mmph, no, maybe not. Maybe you were cast away, goodwill too strong, wings broken and battered."

"You have thought about this a lot."

"Can you blame me? You're ethereal, Viktor, I feel like you could fall through my fingers any moment I'm not on you to stop it from happening."

"I am not so fragile-"

"Are the Northern Lights fragile? Or ephemeral?"

"...That is, eh, a very strange question. But ephemeral, I suppose, and not weak."

"Exactly. Fleeting- but not so easy to break intentionally. You go when you want to, or when you end up doing so, but no sooner. I'm not calling you fragile, I'm so sorry you think I was."

"Why do you feel the need, then?"

"Because I know you're still here. You didn't leave me- you were gone for so long, Viktor, I barely knew how to function. I thought I knew what love was, but I felt so empty, so dull, and there were people to please and I thought to myself 'How? How can I please them ? How can I please the woman I thought I loved?' And I still don't know how I did it."

"A lot of alcohol, one assumes."

"Oh, no. I went completely sober the day you left."

"...Truly?"

"I drank the day you disappeared, because I knew you were gone for good- how could you not be- and it didn't help. It just made everything worse. So I stopped."

"That is truly impressive."

"A testament to my love."

"I can believe it," he says, and it comes from the heart more than the brain. He knows, for a fact, that he can trust Jayce here; the man would never lie to him so intricately, so expressively, while cradling his head.

"Thank you, by the way. I forgot to say it again."

"You needn't say it every day. You are the one who was impossible to ignore. I am but a moth to the flame in that regard."

"And yet you let me burn you so much before you told me anything was wrong."

"It wasn't," he says, and the both of them can believe it.

---

tired want nap

~Eve6262

[whumpmatsus]

So you can, nice.

I been wandering if you could write something about a painful love triangle between iromatsu and a new neighbor they have met and become Friends with.

She is like the epic older sister type, but with some depression and emptiness. Best if her name was Irusu. She likes to pet the sextuplets.

ichimatsu happen to fall for her thinking she is similar to him and karamatsu falling for her strong personality thinking it was beautiful.

however when karamatsu realized that ichi love her too and saw how close they are. he had a emotional battle with himself not knowing if he should choose his happiness or his brother's, in the end he chose what he thought is the best for them all and immediately give up on her and start avoiding her not knowing that the girl actually have a crush on him (lot of details, ik)

eventually the girl got hurt from Karamatsu action and blamed her foolish messed up self.

Ichimatsu who know the girl's feelings get into a fight with karamatsu and they got injured both physically and emotionally.

I don't know about the ending tho, you can write whatever you want I'm only here to give pain to my heart.

It's a bit long so take your time and don't overdo it pls, love ya💙

ahahaha sorry, was the request "yo girl how much emotional Iromatsu shit can you fit into less than 3000 words?"

... the answer is literally all of it

this was fun, Iromatsu fighting hurts my heart but also I love it, that angst is delicious :D

I made the ending vague in order both to let people imagine their own ending AND to set up for a possible sequel if anybody wants one!

love ya too, I hope this is good for you *fingerguns*

-

For the first time in a long time, Akatsuka Ward has a new resident.

For the first time in an even longer time, she’s been hanging around the Matsuno sextuplets as if they’re her only friends.

As far as anyone else knows, that might be the truth. No one ever sees her with anyone else aside from the times she happens to work, and the brothers all seem incredibly fond of her, so there’s really no reason to find anyone else when she has six new friends.

Irusu is maybe a strange kind of young lady, but no stranger than the rest of Akatsuka’s inhabitants, to be fair. Around the sextuplets, she doesn’t really rest in making sure they’re all taken care of and happy.

She accompanies Osomatsu to the pachinko parlor, often putting her own money into the machines so he can play. She sits next to Karamatsu on the roof, listening to him play guitar and singing along. She collects magazine articles about idols and proudly sets them into Choromatsu’s hands when she comes over. She brings over food for Ichimatsu’s cats, giving little kissy noises as she feeds them. She always offers to play baseball with Jyushimatsu, even though it always leads to exhaustion later. She displays an incredible willingness to star in selfies with Totty and makes him laugh with silly poses.

And if she’s not doing any of those things, she’s got one of their heads in her lap, stroking through their hair. More than one fight has broken out over who gets to be petted the most on any given day.

All in all, they love having her around. It’s been so long since any of them had a real friend outside the family who treated them so kindly.

Is it really any wonder at least one of them ended up falling head over heels for her?

… Actually, is it really any wonder two of them did?

Neither of them is sure who fell first, though they’re not sure it really matters since they can’t really call ‘dibs’ on a person. All they know is that Ichimatsu is drawn to the similarities between himself and Irusu, sensing a kind of heavy-weighing sadness and darkness inside her that’s not unlike his own… and that Karamatsu is pulled in by her strength and kindness, in awe of someone who can be so brave even when she’s suffering herself.

For the month or so after Karamatsu became aware of his little brother’s feelings, he’s been wrestling with his own heart. What kind of horrible older brother would he be if he stole the affections of someone Ichimatsu’s heart is also pining after? Can he even set aside his own selfish emotions when he’s never quite felt like this for someone before?

The whole thing is just awful. Often as brothers they would playfully fight over Totoko, and yet this is… different. This isn’t Totoko. It’s Irusu. It’s someone that one of them might actually have a shot with.

What is he supposed to do? For once in his life, he wants to step up and have a chance, to not immediately give in to his generosity and wanting his little brother to be happy. He wants to be happy. It’s a shame that he does want Ichimatsu to be happy, too. At the very least, he doesn’t want his happiness to have a hand in Ichimatsu’s pain.

He thinks too long and too hard. Every cheesy romantic line that he aims at Irusu and every time she smiles at him ― it’s getting more difficult to take. Every time she caresses his head. Every hug they share.

Every time he notices Ichimatsu tense up whenever Karamatsu flirts with Irusu. Every time Ichimatsu clenches his fists when she’s charmed by something Karamatsu does or says. Every time he looks angry and insecure when she calls him ‘Irusu boy’ and proclaims herself ‘Karamatsu girl’, even if it’s probably just a joke.

Those are the things he thinks he notices more than any of Irusu’s reactions.

He wants so much to be selfish, to not care how his brother feels. The unfortunate truth is that he does. More than anything, he loves all of his brothers, Ichimatsu included. If something he does is going to hurt one of them, then he doesn’t want to do it.

So last night, he did something that he didn’t truly want to do. As Irusu was leaving, he kissed her hand and told her, in a rather solemn tone devoid of his usual theatrics, “Ichimatsu would probably like it if you asked him out.”

With that, he felt like things were in place. He would keep his distance from her, Ichimatsu would get a chance to be happy with her, and… Karamatsu was sure he would find someone else eventually. The biggest problem was that in order for it not to be so painful for him, he would have to try to avoid Irusu as much as possible.

No more hugs. No more being petted. No more pretty smiles in his direction.

It’s only been a few days of it by this point. However, it’s not easy. Even though he thinks this is the best thing, that he’ll stop craving her attention at some point, right now he still wants it. Losing the closeness they’ve all become used to is one of the worst things he can think of, and it’s happening, and he’s so sure it’s the right thing…

It just sucks that the right thing can hurt so badly.

At least his little brother will have a shot at happiness.

-

Ichimatsu, on the other hand, is pissed.

He’s sure he must have been this angry at some other point in his life, although he can’t really remember this kind of fury burning him up from the inside. It’s probably been a while since he felt anything other than a boiling of annoyance.

He has a hard time with Karamatsu, that much is for sure, but he knows Karamatsu well enough. The man is a goody-goody, or at least he pretends to be, so he’d never do something like, say, step on Ichimatsu’s toes over a girl they both like. That much is certain.

Except the issue with backing off is that in the process, he’s managed to lodge a big, painful arrow in Irusu’s feelings. That is something Ichimatsu can’t just ignore or let slide.

Why would he do this, anyway? If he was going to let Ichimatsu have a chance with her, fine… how come he had to just start brushing her off, though? What, does he think he can’t even be friends with her in order to let Ichimatsu shoot his shot? The hell is wrong with that dumbass?

This is where his dangerous nature comes in handy, at the very least. He can’t act too scary around Irusu or he risks her being afraid of him. Karamatsu is another story.

Which is good, because he thinks his big, stupid brother needs a scare to make him realize what the hell he’s doing.

Not only is he taking away Ichimatsu’s chance of winning Irusu’s affection fairly, instead of being the ‘runner-up’ like he’s been his whole life, Karamatsu is also hurting her. She’s talked about this to Ichimatsu, and she thinks that this is somehow her fault.

She thinks she’s too messed up and Karamatsu has just lost interest in her, that she did something which turned him off. The way she buried her face in Ichimatsu’s shoulder, mumbling tearfully that she should have known Karamatsu couldn’t possibly like her the way she liked him, is a memory he thinks is going to be burned in his mind forever.

He’s mad at Karamatsu more than he’s ever been in his life. He thinks he’s doing a nice thing stepping aside and trying to give Ichimatsu a chance, but if it hurts Irusu, he doesn’t want that chance. It matters what she wants more than anything, so if she likes and wants Karamatsu, if it’s putting her in pain to have him treat her dismissively, then Ichimatsu isn’t going to just stand by. He’s gonna do something about it.

Of course, perhaps he could have been a little more composed about it than to simply walk up to Karamatsu and punch him in the face. That said, nobody ever accused Ichimatsu of being subtle.

The hit was hard enough to leave his hand aching, so as soon as it connects, he pulls his fist back and rubs at his knuckles. It hurts, yeah. There’s more important stuff than that right now, though. He stares down at his brother, who’s on the floor trying to recover, and for a long moment, doesn’t do anything except glare.

Karamatsu, meanwhile, is pinching his nose shut in an attempt to stop the bleeding from being punched in the Goddamn face without any warning. To say he wasn’t expecting the blow would be an understatement. Even when he gingerly draws his hand away with a wince, everything still throbs. “Ichimatsu, what the hell was that for?!”

“You’re an ass,” Ichimatsu hisses, taking a step closer. “You think I need your fucking pity, huh? You think the only way Irusu would choose to go out with me is because you gracefully bowed out? You’re full of shit!”

Karamatsu is on his feet in a few seconds, only to just barely catch another fist thrown at him. His arm shakes with the muscle strain of holding back his little brother’s ire. “What are you… are you angry at me for taking myself out of the running?! Any other time, you’d be eliminating the competition yourself!”

Ichimatsu throws a punch with his other hand, though it’s caught just the same. There’s too much rage and adrenaline flooding through him, and Karamatsu can’t hold him back forever. “You think you’re doing me some kind of favor?! That’s just so like you! You’ve gotta be the hero right? You stupid, chūnibyō loser! You’re the saintly big brother and I’m the pathetic jackass and you’ve just gotta help me!”

“Wha… h-hey! That’s not what I think or what I’m trying to do!” It’s starting to become difficult to keep a grip on Ichimatsu’s hands, so in a desperate bid for some space, he shoves Ichimatsu back… maybe with a little more force than he may have used otherwise. “I care about you, Ichimatsu! You deserve to have a chance, and I know she likes you, and I just thought… if I allowed her to focus on you, I wouldn’t distract her!”

Ichimatsu ends up flat on his ass, although he’s back up in only a second. “You didn’t distract her, you motherfucker! You hurt her feelings! Who cares if she likes me?! She likes you! But as usual, you had to go and fuck everything up for everybody because you were trying to ‘help’!”

This time when he lunges forward, Karamatsu is ready and they end up grappling like two bucks locking antlers. Nobody really has the upper hand unless one counts that Ichimatsu is putting a little more physical force into it; the emotional toll it’s taking on Karamatsu is obvious, though.

“She never told me anything about that!” His arms quiver as he tries to plant his feet so that Ichimatsu can’t just brute force his way through this fight.

“Should she have had to?! You said she likes me, but she’s never said that, so you could obviously read her to know she likes me! You couldn’t tell she likes you, too?! And so what?!” Ichimatsu rocks forward in an attempt to knock Karamatsu off balance. “Even if she didn’t like you that way, you think blowing her off like you’ve been doing wouldn’t hurt a friend?!”

He winds back and goes in for another punch. “You’re not a good person! You know what you are? You know what I see when I look at you, what everyone else sees when they look at you? A stupid, painful, selfish, sorry excuse for a big brother!”

Something about those words makes Karamatsu freeze. The hit lands full-force, kickstarting the bloody nose that had just stopped a moment ago. Sparks dance around his insides, prompting him to gain back awareness enough to reciprocate the blow.

Before either of them know it, they’re rolling around on the floor, kicking and hitting each other and shouting the worst things they can think of.

“Excruciating bastard!”

“Antisocial asshole!”

“Self-centered, holier-than-thou shitbag!”

“Emotionally constipated, ungrateful bitch!”

“You don’t deserve to be anyone’s older brother! You don’t deserve to be anyone’s brother, period! You deserve to be alone, because nobody should ever have to deal with you and your fucking tryhard bullshit!”

“Oh, and you’re so easy to deal with?! All any of us do is give and give and you don’t give us anything in return! Being an apathetic misanthrope doesn’t make you interesting or special, it just makes you an edgelord!”

“Edgelord, huh? Must run in the family, because you’re even edgier than I am!”

“Maybe, but at least I don’t shut everyone out and act like my brothers don’t love me!”

“Oh, you’re psychoanalyzing me now?! Fuck off! Actually, just die!”

“Is that what you say to everything?! You die first and I might consider it!”

“Great! I’m glad to die! I’ve got a noose and a beam all picked out! As long as I get to choose how you die, I’m ready when you are, asshole!”

“Please! As if I’m going to let you do something like that! What the hell is wrong with you, Ichimatsu?!”

It seems to be the turn in that direction that causes the two of them to start to lose steam. The decline is quick as all the anger between both men crystallizes into fatigue and anguish.

Karamatsu rolls over from where he ended up above Ichimatsu, and Ichimatsu lets his whole body go limp. They lie there for what feels like forever, breathing heavily, covered in new bruises and scratches and flecks of blood, too tired to fire any more shots at one another.

They lie side by side, and when Karamatsu looks over, he sees through his own blurry vision that there are tears in the corners of Ichimatsu’s eyes.

His heart leaps into his throat.

He doesn’t know how else this could have turned out, but it’s undeniable that things have gone way too far, as they always do with any of the sextuplets.

“Ichimatsu…” He reaches for his little brother, only for Ichimatsu to pull violently away and curl into a ball. It hurts, mainly because he knows that’s what Ichimatsu does when he wants the entire world to leave him be. This time, it’s Karamatsu’s fault.

“Fuck off, Shittymatsu,” Ichimatsu mumbles. It’s through experience that Karamatsu can tell he’s starting to cry; that break in his voice might not be evident to anyone except his brothers. “Whatever you’re going to say, I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t care.”

Karamatsu huffs. “Well, you should care. We can’t do this shit, Ichimatsu. What’s wrong with us? It’s not normal for brothers to fight like this. We just beat each other up. Over a woman. … A stunning woman, but―”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Ichimatsu interrupts. “Are there rocks in your Goddamn head? Do you really think this is just about Irusu? Don’t pretend this wouldn’t have happened at some point even if she never came into our lives. We’re fucking losers who don’t know how to get along and she’s just the latest thing we’re fighting about. We’re both shitheads. Neither of us deserves her.”

Well, at least they can agree on that.

Despite the fact that Ichimatsu doesn’t turn to look at him, not even a little, Karamatsu keeps a hand on his little brother’s back. That Ichimatsu doesn’t push him away or scream for Karamatsu to get off is a good sign.

Although, there aren’t enough good signs to just magically fix this. There’s still so much wrong with the entire situation and nothing is going to tie it up with a neat bow.

They lie next to each other in silence for a long time. Gradually, the tension starts to drain out of Ichimatsu’s body, the more seconds tick by without Karamatsu moving away. His muscles continue to relax until he’s bled out of fury, until he realizes that he doesn’t wantto be mad at his big brother.

The anger isn’t just going to vanish from either of them. It’s not going to disappear because they don’t want to be angry at each other. Their exhaustion bringing true feelings out of the shadows, however, is better than making believe they would prefer staying angry.

“I’m sorry,” Karamatsu finally says. His voice is smaller than usual and breathy and sounds cracked in half by the time he speaks up.

At last, Ichimatsu rolls over onto his back with a grunt. “… I’m sorry, too.”

Karamatsu sighs and shifts his hand away to give his younger brother space. “We really are a couple of pathetic creatures, aren’t we?”

“Yep, we’re shitty.”

“The shittiest.”

They both fall silent for another moment or two. This time, it’s Ichimatsu who breaks the quiet. “What… do we do now?”

There are too many thoughts swirling around Karamatsu’s head. And he would assume in Ichimatsu’s head as well. Everything is tumulting around in an unorganized mess, too much to put together any kind of real plan.

What do they do about what,anyway? About Irusu and who gets to have a chance with her? About their own broken relationship?

Neither of them really knows what to do about anything.

“I think,” Karamatsu hums, “we should patch up our wounds before anything else.”

So Ichimatsu nods.

It’s not going to solve any of their real problems, but it’s as good a place to start as any.

[jiminieloved]

It's great that people would be okay with whatever their bond is but i honestly don't think i would :/ i've thought about it a few times and as lgbt i know i would be very disappointed of them doing things that very ""gay"" just for giggles and shit. and yes, they do know what they're doing. whether is real or not, they know exactly what it looks like. all of bts do. and this is something that's just in my head. jin said once somewhere "not like lovers" or something like when one of the others +

hugged him from the back in a photoshoot; so they know what their actions may come across. im sorry and maybe im way too strict with stuff like that, it's just that as a lesbian i cant come out to my family and lgbt people die and get beaten everyday around the world for the same things they could be laughing/playing around with. i dont think i would HATE them but i for sure wouldnt take them seriously anymore, not as a couple and i would probably lose a bit of respect for them individually. that aside, i think the whole "support" them thing it's actually meant romantically. like, if they're not a couple then there's nothing to support. you just bias them individually. i wanted to say also that i had wandered a little into the kpop world and the fetishization made me go back the way i came in the blink of an eye. i hate when girl members do this, too. i know there's a fair amount of kpop boys and girls who are lgbt, but there's also a lot of str8s who act like being gay is for show.

Okay this is going to be a bit of a long one because it’s a complicated subject and I don’t want to word something incorrectly. 

I understand your gut reaction completely, but I think there’s a layer to my statement you might not have understood, because it’s something I’m always a bit vague about/hesitant to speak on for fear of backlash, so I’m probably at fault for this misunderstanding. I’m just going to say how I feel about Jikook, no euphemisms or beating around the bush. 

A) Yes, fanservice culture is fetishization and I agree with your reservations about it completely. I spoke on my feelings about it here.

B) I think it’s pretty undeniable that Jimin and Jungkook have an extremely intimate relationship. It’s not really up for debate. 

A moment like this doesn’t happen without an immense amount of established physical and emotional intimacy. This isn’t phony. Jungkook wouldn’t have done this in front of thousands of people (knowing it was being recorded by hundreds for millions to see) if he wasn’t already in a space with Jimin where this was an acceptable form of comfort and affection. With a few exceptions, I think most of us can agree that this isn’t regular behavior between friends, or even family. It’s something (typically) reserved for lovers. It’s not my place to say what they are to each other, but this does not fall under normal standards for Korean skinship. 

So with all this being said, I think that it’s pretty clear that what we’re supporting is ‘real’, though I hate to use the term because it implies that other relationships between members aren’t real or genuine, which is not what I mean.  What I mean is that we chose to support Jikook because we saw REAL interactions there that don’t fall in line with typical ‘friend’ behavior, and we want to support this. 

When I say that if Jikook end up dating other people, we should support them anyway, it’s not because I don’t think what they have is special or tangible or ‘real’ in my eyes. But rather because they’re in a really complicated situation with a 1000 more variables in their relationship than even normal, non celebrity people have to deal with. Whether they’re just extremely intimate friends or more, they aren’t faking this for fanservice. It’s genuine interaction. As you said yourself, it’s one of the things that makes BTS stand out from your regular Kpop group. They don’t fake shit for fanservice, they embellish what’s already there. 

And I’m sorry, but the example I showed above may have started as fanservice, but it evolved into something beyond fanservice halfway through. 

My point about them having variables is that though clearly their relationship is extremely special and unique and full of love, they themselves are in a tough situation. You mention being a lesbian and not being able to come out, and how people around the world are attacked and murdered for being gay, and fanservice feels like a mockery to you. But remember- they live in this same harsh world we do. They live in South Korea, where being gay is still very much a taboo topic and by no means accepted by the general public. Gay marriage is not legal for them, there’s been almost no REAL representation in the media until extremely recently, and this is the culture they grew up in. Knowing what we know about their relationship, they’re in the same boat as you. They, if they are gay, can’t come out- they’re South Korea’s pride- they represent the entire country internationally. The amount of pressure on their shoulders is unimaginable. They are expected to be perfect, by Korea’s standards. Being gay does not fall within those standards. Remember a few months ago when Jungkook got into a minor fender bender? Somehow it became a national scandal. A minor mishap that a majority of the human population will go through at some point in their lives was blown up into a huge event and the public ripped him to shreds for it, trying to unearth every little detail and form it into a scandal. Now imagine if it was about their sexualities. 

I think you know just as well as I do that Jungkook and Jimin’s interactions aren’t laughing and playing around with LGBT culture. There’s certainly problematic aspects to idol culture and it’s fetishization of LGBT people, but what they show us, I perceive as genuine. Whether or not they other come out as anything, or let us in on their private lives during this time period in retrospect, I think we can trust them to not have disrespected us in such a thoughtless way. Jungkook especially has proven to be a huge supporter of LGBT culture and artists. I don’t think he takes our lives as a joke.

If they end up dating other people, it could be for a multitude of reasons. Maybe they were always just extremely intimate friends, and had an agreement they could date whoever they wanted. Maybe they were friends with benefits, and again, agreed to date freely outside of this. Maybe they are in a defined relationship, and won’t date other people unless they break up. Maybe they fulfill all the actions of a defined relationship without the label, and things are uncertain between the pair even now. There’s sooo many variables and soo many ways the future could turn out. It’s impossible to know from the outside looking in.

Either way, my extremely long-winded point is that regardless of the future, Jungkook and Jimin’s actions aren’t here to make a mockery of LGBT people and queerbait. They don’t do that, and I’d like to believe they respect us as fans more than that. The way they act is genuine; there’s no faking the amount of intimacy and love they’ve shown towards each other for the camera to the extent that they have, for the amount of time that they have. 

If they date other people in the future, it doesn’t detract from the depth and meaning behind their relationship now, no matter the label. 

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading. 

[grey-eyed-menace]

So!

I'm coming straight outta left field with this one, but hey, some of the best things in life come from spontaneity!

Er... Maybe.

Anyway, here's my Pokèmon AU!

Featuring the Female Protagonists I played as, their names, general differences from canon, and personal headcannons I came up with during my first playthrough of each game!

...and how they fit into the wider world! Maybe. Kinda.

I'm only doing the main series females in this post, with potential a potential sequal in the form of the side game females!

I do know that the main series male's will have their own post though! Mostly because I legitimately cannot control myself, and it's already halfway done!

So, without a further ado...

Arden Forrest!

Childhood friend of Red Audra, and the maternal cousin of the one and only Blue Oak.

Chose Charmander as her starter, named the little guy Flare, and is extremely defensive of the nickname. She is/was ten! Sorry if her creativity wasn't up to par!

Ended up having to travel with Red because her mother absolutely refused to let her leave Pallet otherwise.

Simply stick with him out of convenience after Viridian Forest, mostly because at that point there really wasn't anything to gain in separating from him.

In this continuity she's the older sister of the Sun and Moon protagonists. More on that in Jericho's section.

At the end of her journey, her team consisted of Flare the Charizard, Lenz the Jolteon, King the Slowking, Knott the Vileplume, Skye the Pidgeot, and Blue the Raichu.

Raichu is a stuck up little shit, and pampered, the nickname was obvious. To her at least. Oddly enough, Blue the Raichu hates Blue the human.

The only reason Giovanni remembers her is because she straight up decked him across the jaw when he threatened to kill one of her Pokèmon.

Somehow ended up acquiring Silver as a travel companion for three weeks, Red was bemused. He was also incredibly confused when that feral eight year old showed back up three years later in the news.

Ended up hanging up her battling career shortly after she lost the championship to Lance, and handed over Flare to Red to battle on a more permanent basis.

She still trained the rest of her team, and still does, she just realized that despite her talent in the profession it just... Wasn't her calling. She wasn't as quite as in love with it as she was at the start of her journey.

Bounces around the world for a bit during the three or so years between the Blue/Red and the HeartGold/SoulSilver storylines, and after Lance wins the championship back from her. Trying to find herself.

She participates in the Galar league around the same time as Leon, Raihan, Sonia, and Nessa, mostly as a curiosity, and maybe as a way to try and reconnect with her battling roots, but jumps ship after Opal because fucking hell is their League a killer for self-confidence.

Her jersey number, for the record, was 069. She deeply regrets keeping the uniform years later.

She also finishes the Unova circuit, but doesn't challenge the Elite Four or the Champion, and she tries to do something in the Ferrum Region for a bit before packing up and returning home.

Perpetually pissed off that no one can remember her fucking name.

And no, it isn't about the Championship thing, she was fine with that, really, it's just that the moment she introduces herself ahead of Blue or Red people tend to either treat her like a commodity, or like she doesn't exist.

Made it through the Elite Four and beat Blue before Red.

So yes, she is the official record holder for the shortest Championship. Which, if you're wondering, is exactly thirteen hours, seven minutes, and thirty-three seconds.

She and Blue played Go-Fish for two hours while Red finished up with Bruno.

The ensuing eleven hour battle with Red both traumatized and bored Blue in equal measures.

Blue had the title for a week. Red bolted to Unova shortly after winning and declined the position, turning it back over to her. She proceeded to hold it for another six months before a match with Lance turned it back over.

Actually ends up as one of Professor Oak's lab assistants once she ends back up in Pallet, and... Eventually finds her calling in research.

She throws herself into her education with everything she has. And... Never really loses that passion and drive.

Has to be physically dragged to Passio during the Master's tournament/festival. Dragged. And no, that's not an exaggeration, Blue physically throws her over his shoulder, books their shared flight, and well, he basically kidnaps her.

If it makes you feel any better, he pretty much did the same thing with Red, only it was a private flight that was prearranged.

It makes her feel better, anyway.

She spends the entire tournament/festival in borrowed clothes.

She takes solace in mock-poker matches with Red, Grimsely, Lina, and, oddly enough, Cynthia and Steven Stone.

She does eventually end up becoming a professor in her own right, with a focus on Abilities and how they affect a Pokèmon's mental and physical growth, and also ends up with an engineering degree as well.

In her late thirties I see her taking over Professor Hasting's job for the Ranger association. Mostly because, in my head-cannon at least, Regional Professor status isn't all that it's cracked up to be, and at that point in her life the only reason she would even take over for Oak in any capacity is out of sentimental value for the Pallet Labs.

That, and it's a cushy job, plus she gets to see small children scramble around for over jumped flying tops. So really, it's a win-win.

Teases Jericho relentlessly over her relationship with Gladion.

Not that her romantic life is much better. Someone idly points out that Red is romantically pursuing her when they're nineteen and she proceeds to have a minor breakdown.

Or, you know, she just remains forever oblivious, and Red remains extremely passive in his pining.

Completely blind-sided by Blue's wedding, and honestly doesn't know what to think of his wife, but plays the role of doting aunt pretty well once they have their first kid.

Shows up in the White 2 storyline in a rental tournament, wrecks Rei's shit, comes back a day later during a Team Switch Tournament, and proceeds to destroy the battlefield.

Then, once Rei is the Unovian Champion, she comes for an actual vacation, and actively, and willingly, participates in the Cross-Region Tournament, makes it to the finals, wrecks Rei's shit again, and then destroys the Stadium when she goes up against Red in the semi-finals... Yeah, I'm not sure what storyline to put to the whole rage vent thing, but it's there. It exists. And Red pays for it.

I'm thinking Blue just gets in over his head a week or so before the tournament, and she quietly simmers all the while.

I think if I were to make a fic about her journey/life, I'd call it 'The Trials And Tribulations Of A Run Of The Mill Pokèmon Trainer'. Because... Ya know, against Blue and Red, she's actually a pretty average trainer.

Compared to Red, who'll have participated in over thirty league circuits in his lifetime, (and plowed straight through the champion in a pretty good chunk of them), Arden has only actively participated in maybe five, mantled a single Championship, and completed two other circuits, with the last three or so having her jump ship due to pressure, having to put it aside for prior commitments, or a simple lack of interest, (the incredibly vague Greece based region I have an idea for is incredibly interesting history wise, in universe, it's Gym and tournament circuit on the other hand... Lacks pretty much anything to make it even remotely interesting).

Red will be a living legend once all is said and done at the end of his career. While Arden has a single legal achievement to her name, the famed recognition of being one of three people to take down the Pokèmon equivalent to the Mafia, and a pretty average badge count for a career trainer.

Also, Lina loses to Red on Mount Silver. She knows, she was drafted as the referee because when she came to drop of Red's food for the week. She's pretty much payed off to say otherwise though.

And she doesn't know why.

She's convinced it's a conspiracy.

Fades into relative obscurity around the time of the Sun & Moon storyline, but her damn if her tiny fan club isn't dedicated.

Doesn't show up in Alola for the battle tree because Blue couldn't find her for three solid months.

No one knows what the fuck she was doing.

...she may or may not have been the Gates To Infinity protagonist.

There's a tiny aside to a Snivy named Leaf in article concerning Overgrow and how it affects the Snivy population at large though.

And that's Arden Forrest, a bit clunky, but hey, they're randomly ordered facts, not a character sheet. Next up is the Crystal heroine!

Marie Smith!

Traveled through Johto about three or so years before Arden, Red, and Blue began running around Kanto.

Older than her sister, Lina, by seven years.

I actually don't have all that much on her because I got to the third Gym on Crystal before my brother destroyed the Device I was using to play the game on.

What I do know, from this information, though, is that she disappeared around said time.

No build up, no cries for help, nothing. Just up and gone. She just cut contact with her family, things happened, and she's absolutely infamous for nearly killing three thousand people. Somehow, she's officially recognized as someone who completed the Johto Circuit though.

She got recruited by Cypher.

Again. Shit happened.

Oak blames himself for an incident in the Kiro Region, (Egyptian Region), pertaining to her.

Lina's entire journey is an event and a half because of her.

If I were to make these little things into a fic series, she'd get... Like a seven chapter mini-fic told from seven different people's perspectives throughout her journey.

Those people, in order, would be... Her mother, Whitney, Naoko of the Kimono Girls, Giovanni, Clair, and Oak.

With an extra chapter detailing her death during the Kalos invasion.

She shows back up in the Kalos storyline in this and traumatizes the ever loving fuck out of Serafina.

She chose a Chikorita. Who she loves dearly, even when she's pretty much gone off the deep end, and then some.

Lina Smith, local trouble maker, owner of a perpetually terrified Feraligator, and the best friend of the very weird Ethan Aurum, and the only person who seems to be on Silver's good side. Vaguely.

Oh so vaguely.

Youngest out of three children, her older brother, Gregory, is an incredibly average guy who's extremely confused as to what the fuck happens on her journey, and never NOT worried about her.

Parents died in a car accident some two years before the start of the storyline, is cared for by Gregory at this point in time

Don't ask why Greg is a thing. He just is.

Like Arden before her, Lina takes a very proactive approach to dealing with Silver during the Radio Tower Incident. Which involves decking him in the jaw.

Surprisingly, this is the part where there relationship improves.

Chooses a Totodile and names him Reyne, and is fiercely protective of him. The little guy could put a Sobble to shame... This also means Silver ends up with the incredibly overly energetic and affectionate Chikorita, all for my personal amusement, (said Chikorita is named Lyra, and no, he does not spoil her, shut your mouth Aurum!).

Her entire story isn't so much focused on her gym challenge or the reappearance of Team Rocket, as it is finding out what the fuck happened to her sister.

Ethan starts tagging along after Goldenrod, and starts to reveal he knows a lot more than he's willing to admit about the situation.

Gets caught up in a lot of nasty things, and nearly ends up dismantling an operation to kill Red, Lance, and Cynthia.

(Where are our favorite colored duo, and supporting tree, during all this you may ask? Why, still recovering from trauma of course! Like reasonable, sane, run-of-the-mill people. More specifically, Blue's officially taking over Viridian gym before the start of the Kanto gym circuit season, Red's fucking around in Hoenn for a good bit before coming to Mt. Silver just two months before Lina gets there, and Arden's in that vague Greece based region getting therapy.)

Her journey is just a really long incident report, and Looker has half a mind to slap her at the end of it.

A good portion of it is Ethan's fault though. Ethan, by the way, nails the looking right through you stare.

And a girl named Sarah Morgendy comes up a lot, although it turns out she's just a kid trying to protect her adopted brother from the shit shoe she got them involved in illegally.

The only two problems with that is she's about eleven and emotionally compromised.

Gets recruited by Interpol after everything is said in done.

Gets the code name Agent Lenz.

Demands therapy for herself, Ethan, and Silver. She gets it.

While she's training as an agent, Ethan and his mother move to Unova so that he can attend an Academy meant 'rising stars', and Silver becomes Elm's apprentice.

...somehow ends up married to Blue years down the line. They have two kids between them. Maria and Reginald

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Rio & Buster

Rio: [when it's night for her so it's like evening for him k] Rio: you up Buster: You forget about the time difference or just everything else? Rio: idk how many hours it is Buster: Enough that it's a stupid question Rio: You Buster: What do you want, Rio? Rio: the time, obviously Buster: [tells her] Rio: doing your homework then Buster: I've done it Buster: Now I'm doing the girl who came over to study with me, so like I said, what do you want? Rio: wow Rio: you're so cool Buster: Not the word for what I am Buster: Try again Rio: You're alright Rio: know the accent ain't your preferred but not my job Buster: Goodnight then Buster: It's been a pleasure, like Rio: Prick Rio: there's one Buster: Still not good enough Rio: Selfish Rio: liar Rio: got loads, actually Rio: easy once you get going Buster: Yeah, most things are Buster: You just have to really commit to it Buster: Not that I need to tell you about that, obviously Rio: Lots of failed attempts don't make you an expert Rio: from one to another Buster: Saying I've got loads of failures doesn't make it true, babe Buster: You should know by now you can't just talk something into happening Rio: That boring you wanna relive 'em? Okay Rio: be fair and skip the kiss and go more current Buster: You're the one messaging me to try & relive something Rio: You're the one replying hoping something better's coming Buster: That if I'm honest enough you'll fuck off, yeah, that would be better Rio: 😂 Rio: first time for everything Rio: hit me w some real home truths like you've got any concept Buster: I've never lied to you Buster: Say whatever the fuck else you like Rio: You lie about everything Buster: You wish Rio: nah Rio: makes me sad for you Buster: Fuck off Rio: it does Buster: 'Cause you get turned on by sad boys & fuck ups Buster: Leave me out of it Rio: oh honey Rio: that ship has sailed Buster: Call up your ex, I'm sure he'd have you back Buster: Any of them actually Rio: I'll just wait for the hourly call bombing Rio: obvs Buster: Drew not sorted that for you? He's proper slacking Rio: say what you like Rio: he ain't a quitter Buster: Hilarious Buster: Tell that to your mum & your sister Buster: Indie too if she's not in his earshot Rio: It's boring how much you love him Rio: could've taken that airtime to call me a dropout, something vaguely cutting Buster: It's fucked up how much you do Rio: was talking about ryan anyway, genius Rio: but hurts finding out you ain't special, I guess Rio: I wouldn't know Buster: If he's your definition of special, I don't want it Rio: If only that were true Buster: I know he ain't special, babe, you don't have to backtrack that fast Rio: Who, Drew? Rio: obviously got something ain't he Buster: Go find out Buster: You're obviously desperate to catch whatever it is Rio: ain't been waiting on permission, like Buster: Clearly, you've as good as been sucking his cock this entire convo so Rio: what is it then Rio: not latent homosexuality, i don't reckon Rio: is it some strange chivalry thing or what Rio: used to think you was jealous but obvs not Buster: I'll get a therapist, find out & hit you up Buster: Until then, it's been fun, like Rio: nah Buster: Oh shit, I forgot you wanted me fucked up Buster: Forget that then Rio: like you ever cared what i wanted Rio: or needed Buster: 'Course I didn't Buster: Why would I? Rio: comes to something when he really did do a better job Rio: and that's only 'cos he wanted to fuck me Rio: square that with your chivalry Rio: only when it suits to be high n mighty Buster: Everything can only be when it suits you, how could I almost forget that too? Rio: you're only pretending you don't remember Rio: keep up Buster: Nah, I'm really just having that much difficulty concentrating Buster: Blame this girl Rio: Yeah right Rio: other way 'round Buster: I definitely don't remember you being this funny Buster: Guess you need a sense of humor the way things are, yeah? Rio: no one's joking but you Rio: it's a really bad tell Rio: don't play poker, mr serious Buster: I don't need the money, you should have a go though Rio: not allowed Buster: That's never stopped you before Rio: now that it suits you that was all me, yeah Rio: remember that when you wanna claim it as your idea later Buster: I didn't mean us Rio: 'Course not Buster: Nice to know I'm the first thing that comes to mind though, babe Rio: well we all know how you feel about coming last Buster: You do now, yeah Rio: hm? Buster: Lesson learned Buster: 'Cause I feel the same way about repeating myself Rio: ha Rio: christ that's fucked Rio: sound just like him Rio: had to check the window Buster: Don't Rio: not my fault you did Rio: could've been there Buster: I mean it, shut up Rio: yeah, keep going Rio: dunno how we'll finish the reenactment like this Buster: Jesus Christ Rio: nah, not your line Rio: commit, for fuck's sake, McKenna Buster: Get out of my fucking face right now Buster: I'm not doing this Rio: Awh, now you're stealing my lines? Rio: Not surprised Rio: you didn't do anything, did you Buster: What the fuck is wrong with you? Rio: have to turn a few more tricks to afford the fee to find out Rio: or am I rich like you and just pretending Rio: what's it to be tonight Rio: ooh, better yet Rio: ask ryan and swap theories, he's got loads too Buster: Stop Rio: thought as much Buster: I don't give a shit what you think if that's where your head's at Buster: How dare you Rio: Yeah, how dare I Rio: have a real life problem and drag you down Rio: when you said more than once that you'd help Rio: and you fucking didn't Buster: How dare you compare me to him when I fucking Buster: I can't help you if you won't let me Buster: You've got your hero & that leaves me as the villain just like you want Rio: Yeah, this is exactly what I want, you're so right Rio: I asked for it, like Buster: You asked for me at arms length, yeah Buster: Priorities, babe Rio: No, fuck that Rio: you left Rio: and I don't mean to there, for you misunderstand for your benefit Buster: Yeah, I've really benefitted Buster: If I left it's 'cause you told me I don't matter enough Buster: That it's not worth it Buster: And anyway, that's what families do Rio: You've told me exactly how little I matter Rio: then showed me too Rio: you couldn't even just Buster: You showed me first Rio: Bollocks Rio: I fucking did that for you and then you couldn't even put aside how much you hate Drew to care that I was alright Buster: You did it for you & your new career Buster: Months I've been waiting for you to do it for me Rio: Yeah 'cos being covered in bruises was well fucking helpful Rio: love that Rio: probably Buster: What? Rio: and I told you I'd tried before Buster: I asked you if he hurt you & you said no Rio: It wasn't that bad Rio: I said, he was trying to scare me Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: That's not Buster: You should've told me Rio: Then you'd be nice, would you Buster: Rio Buster: Come on Rio: and I like fucked up messes Rio: fuck you Rio: it shouldn't be conditional Buster: It's not Buster: I thought he was intense not a fucking psychopath Buster: You can't give me half the story & expect it to end exactly how you want Rio: You act like it's all so easy Rio: any of it Rio: maybe I don't want to talk about that Buster: Well, I didn't know it was that fucking hard Buster: You lied to me Rio: I didn't lie Buster: Bullshit Buster: You didn't tell me the truth about any of it Rio: Oh go on Rio: how would you go about that Rio: yeah, you were so right Buster and not only is he a dick, get this, he's lowkey abusive Buster: Fuck your pride, some things are more important Rio: Only when it's mine Rio: you couldn't even hack it when he was brought up Buster: When it's you in an unsafe situation Buster: I can't believe I even have to say that Rio: I sorted it, didn't I Buster: No, Drew did Buster: 'Cause you wouldn't let me Rio: So the fact you felt emasculated by Drew is more important than the fact I had no one else to go to Rio: and I told you as much Rio: like that's the state I want my life to be in Buster: You think I wouldn't have gotten on a plane in a second if I knew what he was really like? Rio: you think I could let you do that Buster: Yeah 'cause that's what you do for people that matter to you Buster: You let them in Rio: Not when your life's a mess and theirs ain't Buster: You're just like my fucking sister Buster: Don't tell me anything but blame me for not doing anything Rio: It's not the same Buster: & Yet I'm in the same position, losing everything & thinking it's my fault Rio: You didn't think it was your fault Buster: What do you know? Rio: because you made it clear it was my fault Rio: and your opinion hasn't changed, has it Buster: You made it clear I wasn't good enough Buster: Just like they all do Rio: Fuck that Rio: no I didn't Buster: Think what you want Buster: It's done Rio: Nah Rio: you don't get to say that Rio: I didn't do anything remotely like that Buster: I can say or do whatever I want Rio: It isn't true Buster: It felt true to me Rio: I'm sorry Buster: Don't Buster: I don't want it Rio: then what Buster: Nothing Buster: Like I said, it's done, it can't be undone Buster: Not by two fucking words, however much you mean 'em Rio: What happened to I can do anything Buster: Those are just words too Buster: Actions speak louder Rio: At least you're admitting it now Buster: Yeah well Buster: I'm obviously not good enough, that's been proven Rio: I can do anything Rio: me, not you Rio: you said I could Rio: you say I lied but did you mean any of it Buster: I meant all of it Rio: just not that bit then Rio: 'cos it was all just words so what does it matter Rio: never happened, basically, yeah? Buster: Especially that bit, but if we can't both do it then there's no point Buster: You can't do everything all on your own Rio: No one's said you can't Rio: you can Buster: I let you down Rio: not in the ways you reckon Rio: I didn't want you to come back and what, kick the shit out of him Rio: it all just got out of hand and miscommunicated Rio: that's not all on you, I didn't tell you Buster: In any way is unacceptable Buster: & You not telling me 'cause you reckon I can't handle it, just highlights what a fucking state this is Buster: Or I am Buster: Or we are together Buster: Whichever Rio: That isn't why Rio: I didn't want to talk about it period Rio: with anyone Rio: 'cos then it happened Rio: and that's not true Buster: You said yourself I couldn't hack him being mentioned Buster: & I couldn't Rio: You would have let me Rio: it's just Rio: fucking embarrassing Buster: It's not your fault. Whatever he did or said Buster: You know that, yeah? Buster: You don't have to feel like that. He should Rio: I didn't ever like him Rio: it's ridiculous that he could ever talk to me like that or do the stuff he did Rio: it wouldn't have happened to anyone else, like, let's be honest Buster: You liked me, do you know how responsible I feel knowing if we could just be together none of this could've happened? Buster: It was never about Drew Buster: But this shit he pulled can & does happen to loads of other people, not to say you ain't special, babe Rio: that doesn't make it your fault Rio: if you're gonna blame yourself for that, like...you can't Rio: just typical me to like the one person I can't have Rio: but thanks, that was vaguely comforting Buster: You can't blame yourself. Don't Buster: Especially not for wanting me, obviously Buster: Who doesn't? Rio: 🙄 Right Buster: But seriously, don't Buster: It was the best thing that ever happened to me Buster: You were Rio: Don't Rio: don't past tense it Buster: It is past tense Buster: I can't just take back everything I said Buster: & Everything I haven't when we weren't talking Rio: You could Buster: How? Buster: I don't know how to try any harder than we already did Buster: To make this work Rio: Maybe we just Rio: don't Rio: pause it Rio: we don't have to burn it to the ground every time Rio: we can clean slate it Rio: yeah Buster: If you tell me everything & I do the same Buster: Cut the bullshit right out Rio: Okay Buster: Okay then Rio: Are we kicking it confessional or from now on, like Buster: I was gonna say from now on, but then you made it hot, like Rio: 😂 Rio: Granddad be fuming, making light of how unsexy his catholic upbringing was Buster: He can pick his battles Buster: We've both done worse Rio: True Rio: lowkey fucked up many a birthday for him with weird tension Rio: soz Buster: & I ruined Christmas, don't forget Rio: Not likely to forget Rio: Just give them all IOUs for nice family holidays this year I reckon Buster: At least I didn't forget my brother's birthday, I guess Buster: Did you even have time to get Gus anything? Rio: Yeah thanks 🖕 Rio: he doesn't really like things, anyway Rio: let him run about outside all day and he's happy Buster: 😂 Rio: at least Indie is easier to distract Buster: True Buster: But I'm the easiest Rio: Obviously Rio: but your birthday is ages away Buster: By the time I'm back it won't be Rio: Bear it in mind Rio: the socks did go down well though Buster: Yeah Rio: 🤞 I won't ruin this one Buster: It's your turn Rio: If that's what you want Rio: can pencil it in, like Buster: You know it's not Rio: Yeah Buster: What do you want? Rio: For my birthday? Buster: If you wanna start there Rio: You to be there Rio: this time Buster: Try & stop me Buster: But don't Rio: I won't Rio: consider that your official invite, like Buster: Alright Rio: Probably not gonna splurge on actual for a 17th Rio: crazy talk Buster: Gotta spend your fortune somehow, babe Rio: You think I don't have better ideas? Rio: Please Buster: I don't doubt you do Buster: Whatever I've said previous, I'm not the only one capable Rio: I'll take that Buster: Good Rio: Alright so no bullshit, yeah but what about the S word Rio: just once Buster: It depends which one you mean Buster: You can talk about how special you are as much as you want Buster: For instance Buster: But not how stupid you are Rio: Shh, not a word, more of a sound but Rio: no Rio: not sympathy but similar and you like it about as much Buster: What for? Rio: All of the bits that were my fault Rio: not a cop-out 'cos still mean it but saves time going over it Buster: Stop Buster: There's another one Buster: It's okay Rio: Okay Rio: long as you know Buster: As long as you know you mean too much to me for me to do anything but forgive you Buster: Even if you don't wanna or can't give me that Rio: I don't know how to stop myself, sometimes Rio: hurting you 'cos you hurt me Rio: it's not alright just 'cos you say it doesn't 'cos you know Rio: I know Buster: Well, I'm a cunt & I don't know how to not be Buster: But I'm trying Buster: I'll keep at it, like Rio: You ain't Rio: you just try to be sometimes Buster: Nah, I just am, most of the time Buster: I don't wanna be though Buster: & I don't wanna fuck these ridiculous American girls anymore Rio: I get it Rio: I wanna be different too Rio: do you have to Buster: Let's be different then Buster: Why can't we? Anything, yeah? Rio: Yeah Rio: easy Buster: You'll still like me if I change, right? Rio: Depends who you're gonna be Buster: Better Buster: What else? Rio: 😏 Rio: then yes, I'll still like you Rio: just don't be someone else Buster: Then to answer your question, no I don't have to Buster: & Of course, that's what I'm trying not to do Buster: None of this bullshit is actually me Rio: I know Rio: It's distraction, yeah Buster: Yeah Buster: But not the way you are Rio: It's like Rio: they feel like distraction from what I want Rio: but you could be part of that Rio: you know Buster: You're all I want Buster: They're just validation that I've managed to convince everyone, me included, that I don't Rio: If you could, no bullshit, not want me Rio: would you Buster: No Buster: 'Cause you're the only person who makes me feel less alone, they just make me feel even more lonely Buster: It's not real & I'm not when I'm around them Rio: You're not alone, okay Buster: If I've got you then I'm not Buster: Don't you feel it, like somehow no fucker knows us? Buster: Whatever the reason is Rio: I do, I feel it too Rio: no one even noticed anything was up, all this shit Buster: I'm so sorry Buster: I'll never leave you again, okay? Buster: I swear on my fucking life Buster: I'm gonna do better Rio: We will Rio: it's gonna be okay Rio: then better than Buster: Whatever I have to do Buster: You're never gonna feel like shit again Buster: Not 'cause of me or anyone else Rio: Babe Buster: I mean it Rio: I know Rio: and that counts for everything, alright Rio: I wanna help you be happy too Buster: If there's ever any more comparisons between me & him, you have to tell me Rio: I shouldn't have even Rio: it was just Rio: I don't know, I wanted you to know, I think Rio: but I was angry and upset and everything too Rio: you aren't like him Buster: I understand Buster: I get so angry all the time, I don't remember not being, even when we were little Buster: But from now on, there's nothing you can't tell me if you want me to know Rio: There is a lot to be angry about Rio: especially in this family Rio: Backatcha Rio: everything is better, easier Rio: when we're talking Buster: Maybe, maybe not but it's not a real excuse & there isn't one for not being in better control of it now that I'm not a kid Buster: I just Buster: Obviously, I need you, nothing else works Rio: Not to be a patronizing bitch about it, and not suggesting you have to go meditate but Rio: I don't think anyone's taught you how to control it, really Buster: That's what boxing & football was meant to do but Buster: It's no surprise, nobody in this family has enough control over what they are meant to Rio: but you still need to win Rio: so it just adds more pressure, yeah? Buster: That's life Rio: You need something that takes it away Rio: just one thing Buster: Like I said, I've got you Rio: I'm going to stop being such a headfuck Rio: I'll really try Buster: You're not, it's everything else Buster: Everyone Buster: We're fine when it's just us Rio: Yeah Rio: It'll get to be just us more this summer Rio: I don't care how, I'll make it happen Buster: Me too Buster: We can go away Rio: Where do you want to go Buster: I don't care as long as it's far enough away we can leave the bullshit behind us Rio: Me either Rio: let's do it Buster: I'm gonna do so many things with you Rio: Really hoping that one is double-entendre, ngl Buster: I'll show you all the ways I mean it Buster: Every way I possibly can Rio: Now you've made it hot Buster: It will be Buster: I've missed you so much Rio: I really fucking missed you Rio: we're not doing that again okay Buster: I won't Buster: You know I watched all your streams though, yeah? I wanted you to know it was me Buster: Even if you hated me Rio: Why did you watch them? Buster: You know why Rio: Yeah Rio: at first I thought you might be checking up on me, see if I was doing more than I said but Buster: I told myself I was checking up on you too but I'm not gonna lie to you so Rio: I'm glad it wasn't that Rio: or worse, like Buster: I've just never been able to stop looking at you or wanting you, have I? Rio: You know it's mutual Buster: Very unfair of me not to have a stream, like Buster: Sorry Rio: I know Rio: but I'm nothing if not a hypocrite and I'd be really jealous so Rio: not that sorry Buster: I was Buster: I can't help it either Buster: You'd get to see how much more tanned I am though Rio: I've seen your socials Rio: but Buster: But you want more, yeah? Rio: How'd you guess? 😏 Buster: Lucky one Buster: [sends vid of undressing that tan bod, look away if there's any evidence of any other girls on him cos we know what's been up] Rio: Did I mention how much I really really missed you though Rio: Jesus Buster: Tell me now Rio: It's been so hard Rio: I wanted to talk to you and be with you every day since Buster: Okay, I'll own failing at just one thing & that's resisting the urge to say I've been so hard Rio: 😂 Rio: proud of you Rio: about to #growth it but a little on the nose Buster: I'd allow it Rio: I mean, wouldn't tell you to shut up if you DID wanna talk about how hard you've been Buster: Babe, it's like you said, every day since Rio: 🤤 Buster: I feel like I haven't slept properly for months Rio: 😞 Rio: You should let me call you Buster: I'm just up all night so distracted Rio: Can't have that Rio: How are you meant to have a productive day at school the next Buster: I did break my personal record a few times over, if you consider that productive but exactly Rio: I know I do but probably not why you were sent out there Rio: I'll help get you so rested and ready for whatever the day throws at you Rio: trust me Buster: I trust you Rio: Oh Rio: that was hot Buster: I know I'm in good hands Buster: Safe ain't the word Rio: You're gonna know Rio: I'm gonna work on that whole body Rio: you'll have never felt so good Buster: Is that a promise? Rio: Yes Rio: all I wanna do is make you feel good Rio: and no one can object anyway, doing classes so I can be qualified at massages Rio: nothing suggestive about it at all Buster: 'Course not Buster: It's purely professional Buster: You have to learn by doing & you've got a lot you wanna learn, that's all Rio: and you're just a good test subject Rio: can see all your muscles, everything I need to work on Buster: Exactly, I'm just a willing body for you Buster: To do whatever you need to Rio: Oh, fuck Rio: I'm so turned on, help Buster: Use me babe, I'm right here Buster: Ready to be helpful Rio: Buster Buster: Rio Rio: I like you Buster: I like you more Buster: More than anyone Rio: I do too, you're gonna know it from now on Rio: you're important to me, alright, I want you around so I'm gonna keep you around this time Rio: hook or by crook Buster: You're so important, full stop Buster: Not just to me Buster: When I think about what could have happened, what he could've done to you Buster: I don't even hate Drew anymore Rio: It's all it ever was, he doesn't listen to me, he listens to other lads Rio: s'why when he realized Drew is basically my uncle or whatever I had to start seeing other lads so he'd stay backed off Buster: I know the type Rio: but I don't care about him, he'll get over it Buster: He'll have to when I kill him Rio: Could be cliche and tell you he ain't worth it, 'cos he ain't but not gonna try and deter you in any way, like Buster: He isn't worth anything but it won't be any effort for me to beat the shit out of him either Buster: I can spare the few minutes, like Rio: Just wear a mask or something, he holds grudges Buster: He won't be able to hold anything for a long time, don't worry Rio: Hi, you're hot, fuck me? Buster: You're perfect Rio: for you Buster: In general but especially for me Rio: I'm for you Rio: you're for me Rio: just how it is Buster: You're mine Buster: I can't forget & I don't want to Rio: Good Rio: things get fucked when you try Buster: I'm gonna try for different things Rio: I think it's about time we did Rio: honestly Buster: There's been so much wasted time Buster: Enough now Buster: No more Rio: Enough Rio: we deserve this, you know Rio: one thing, just for us Buster: You deserve everything Buster: The world to be fucking yours Rio: Only if you are too Buster: I am Rio: we can have it together Buster: We can & we will Rio: I'm happy Rio: I was really fucking sad earlier Buster: Good, that's all I want Rio: how do you do that Buster: What? Rio: make me feel better like that Buster: I always get what I want Buster: & That's it Rio: you're so pure Rio: but seriously 😈 with it Rio: it's a real talent Buster: You just described yourself Buster: Normally I hate sharing but I like you more so Rio: That's awkward Rio: is it more or less shaming if we fancy each other 'cos we're alike? Rio: I wonder Buster: I'd fuck myself, if people say they wouldn't they're liars or very self-loathing, like Rio: I do, constantly so Rio: agreed Rio: even if we're well into psychopath territory by now Buster: There's a test for that, we should take it Rio: have to apply the no bullshit rule to it though Rio: those tests are so leading with what's clearly the sane and insane answers Buster: Am I meant to want to ace it or fail it 'cause the latter goes against everything I'm about Rio: An interesting conudrum Rio: probably the fact we wanna work out which is the pass and which is the fail gives us our answer Buster: Yeah, fair point Rio: 😂 Rio: I always forget you're funny, no offense Buster: Whenever you add no offense it makes me wanna get offended, you know that, yeah? Rio: Noted Rio: it's just a very non-funny time when we're not friends Rio: definitely one of your underrated qualities Buster: I'll take it Buster: As I will any compliment, obviously Rio: I can make a list Rio: if you really are offended Rio: weekday shifts are boring Buster: Please do, I'm not really offended I'm just really a slut for praise Rio: 😏 Rio: you should call yourself a slut more Buster: Noted Rio: You're so not like other boys Rio: but actually Rio: yes, you did try to tell me Buster: Calm down, don't like #notallmen me Buster: But of course I'm not, I'm better Rio: The best Rio: you might say Buster: I do say Buster: Often Rio: I'll say it less so it's more special Rio: but still Buster: Say it whenever you want Buster: Please Rio: Okay Rio: because you remembered your manners and it was Buster: & Anything else you might want to say Buster: I love talking to you Rio: Good 'cos I don't know if you've noticed but I don't go away, even when you ask, when I wanna talk to you so Buster: I notice everything you do Buster: I always have Rio: I noticed you noticing Buster: Good 'cause we wouldn't be here otherwise Rio: It was always gonna happen Buster: Always Rio: It's so surreal Buster: Nah, it's real, babe Buster: Not a dream & you don't need to wake up Rio: Yeah, I'm gonna help you sleep, I remember Buster: So you said Rio: Don't you believe me Buster: I'm just very awake right now, that's all I'm saying Rio: has your friend gone Buster: Come on, you know I kicked her out ages ago Rio: Just saying, I'm not putting her to sleep as well Buster: I didn't either Rio: Okay Rio: sorry not really Buster: She's the only one who is Buster: I'd rather she's mad at me than you are Rio: can count it as my turn at ruining something, if you like Buster: That's building it up too much Buster: It can't be ruined if I don't care enough in the first place Rio: Still my turn then Rio: cool Rio: I'll save it for something better Buster: Or don't Rio: Hmm that's an idea Buster: I keep telling you, all the good ones come from me Rio: Keep 'em coming, babe Buster: I can book a flight for you then? Rio: Well, give me 2 more weeks and I'll actually have built up some holiday at work Rio: so yeah Rio: do it Buster: Okay Rio: I've checked, no birthdays Rio: if Indie burns the house down, Drew can deal Buster: Don't jinx us, someone'll fucking actually die if we talk about it too much Rio: 🤐 Rio: Touch wood, all that stuff Rio: I'll ask Bills what I've gotta do for some 🍀 Buster: I'd rather touch you but if that makes it happen, sure Rio: I feel like it's happened loads more than just the once Rio: amount I think about it Buster: I know what you mean, I dream about you day & night, like, it's hard to believe none of it has happened yet Rio: Right? Rio: I won't disappoint Rio: it's still going to be better than you've imagined Buster: At this point, you couldn't if you tried Buster: It's been so long you could get me there with a look Rio: Fun as eye contact across a crowded room has been Rio: not the plan now Buster: I ain't mad about it, I can't lie Rio: If you take me out we can do it for old time's sake Rio: but no one knows who I am here so Buster: We can do whatever we want Rio: How long can I stay Buster: How much holiday do you have? Rio: I think I've got 10 days Buster: You can stay for 10 days then Rio: Help me think of somewhere I could be going? Buster: 'Course Buster: Logistically you're gonna have to admit to being among the Yanks too 'cause of the time difference & shit but it's a big place Rio: They better not try and say shit Rio: I won't say anywhere too exciting or they'll be expecting pics Buster: You can take pics, I trust you to know your angles by now, like Buster: Keep my secrets Rio: 'Course Rio: no amateur Rio: also unlikely we'll be taking the same kind of socials, like Buster: You better not be calling me an amateur or taking the piss out of my feed, babe Buster: That's a lie & you ain't allowed Rio: 😂 Rio: I mean, if I start posting pictures with random bitches and me playing football, then that's beyond suss Buster: Alright, calm down Buster: Unless you wanna post as many topless pics as me, that's more than fine Rio: Maybe with you but not Insta Rio: 💔 Buster: I'll just have to keep them for myself then Buster: Shame Rio: You're so gutted Rio: I can tell Buster: Yeah, that's definitely the word, well done Rio: You can help me with my vocab Rio: defintely a real enough excuse for being together Buster: It would be if everyone knew how good I am at oral but you always tell me not to brag Rio: Less time bragging more time proving it to me Buster: What have you done to me that I wanna prove it to you & I don't ever have shit to prove to anyone Rio: It's a fun thing to prove Rio: come on now Buster: Nothing's fun to prove if it means you have to Buster: But this can be an exception, why not, you already are Rio: say that last bit again Buster: You know you are Buster: I don't do repeats but I wanna do everything with you over & over again Rio: 'Course Rio: I'm the best, why would you wanna lose me Rio: you're not stupid Buster: You are & I don't Buster: I've already been so stupid Rio: both have Rio: but it's not over Rio: won't let it Buster: Me either Buster: I mean, whatever it takes Rio: easy, long as we're both in it Rio: can't fail, literally Buster: & Won't Buster: It's never an option for me, but especially when it comes to you Rio: but it doesn't have to be hard Rio: another fight Rio: 'cos I want you, need you around Buster: Then I'll be there. Simple as that Buster: Or as complicated Rio: It'll always be difficult around the rest Rio: but not impossible Buster: There's no such word in my vocabulary Buster: I will have to teach you Rio: Never stop, you Buster: No, I don't Buster: Won't either Rio: This can't come soon enough, fuck Buster: You can't Buster: Be here now Rio: Okay Rio: don't disagree so Buster: Rio Rio: Buster Buster: Two weeks from now, yeah? Rio: Yeah, baby Buster: Promise Rio: I promise Rio: Trying not to think on all the shit that has got in our way in the past 'cos seriously don't want to jinx it Rio: but aside from the plane crashing or some equally unavoidable tragedy, I'm not letting anything or anyone get in my way Rio: deal with any fallout when I'm back, I don't care now Buster: At least you'd go down with the wreckage of first class Buster: I'm not offering you any less Rio: Babe Rio: Are we gonna have to argue about this? Buster: Not if you just accept it Rio: but Rio: you don't have to Buster: It's not a short flight so you're not gonna change my mind Rio: alright but I can get the hotel then Buster: You don't have to Buster: I'll book it at the same time Rio: Are you gonna let me do anything Buster: Not before you get here Rio: 😏 so it's like that, okay Rio: you're sure, 'cos I'm not gonna keep insisting like Buster: Shhh Rio: Okay 🤐 Rio: for now Rio: you better be more creative at shutting me up when I get there Buster: I don't want to shut you up when you get here Buster: We can be as loud as we need to Rio: Providing no one complains anyway Buster: If they do, we'll get a new hotel Rio: that's the mood Buster: Yeah Buster: All eyes on us, no eyes on us or every guest at the hotel wishing they were us vs nobody knowing us, it's however you want it Rio: Umm Rio: I wanna be there now Rio: you're so Buster: I can put you on a plane now Buster: You don't even have to say please Rio: It's illegal to be so hot and so far away Buster: I'm here too Buster: I told you, use me, babe Rio: You're killing me Buster: [sends pics cos that bitch] Buster: Better? Rio: You're way too cute to be alone Rio: what are you doing now Buster: I'm not alone, I'm with you Rio: Yeah Rio: stay with me Rio: it's really late here Buster: Do you need to sleep? I'll still stay Rio: I don't wanna, I just wanna be with you Buster: I'm yours even if you fall asleep on me Rio: It's different sleeping here Rio: didn't have neighbours at home lowkey Rio: can hear nextdoor breathing, I swear Buster: That could be hot but I'm guessing she's not young & beautiful, yeah? Rio: Unless she's been smoking 80 a day from birth Rio: I would assume not Buster: 😂 Buster: I'll call you then, you can listen to me instead Rio: That'll be nicer Rio: I can't talk though, remember Rio: unless she's already asleep, she could sleep through anything Buster: I'll do all the talking, it's okay Rio: I need to tackle the balcony Rio: then I could go out there in the summer Buster: Or any time if you keep your coat on Rio: Not very sexy Buster: Depends on the coat Rio: 😂 Rio: not got a flasher mac but I'll add it to my wishlist, like Buster: You know what I mean Buster: Shut up Rio: You're cute Rio: are there good shops near you there Buster: I know where they are, yeah Rio: I'll save suitcase room then Buster: We can get them sent to you, don't worry Rio: You're so boujee Buster: I'm being practical Buster: Also selfish, 'cause the more clothes you bring, the more I get to take off Rio: You like a challenge Rio: got it Rio: don't know if I own a turtleneck but I can make that fantasy happen for you babe Buster: You'd overheat, babe. Have you forgotten my tan already? Buster: [sends more pics in case, tan lines am I RIGHT lads] Rio: I had not forgot but when I see a picture of you I can't think of anything else so fair assumption Buster: 😏 Rio: So distracting Buster: You're describing yourself again Buster: Also, you can't blame me for wanting you to have good dreams Rio: You're the best Rio: but you can't see me, I'm a state Buster: You're flawless Rio: As far as you'll ever know, yes Rio: be cancelling my flights rn Buster: Fuck off Buster: Nothing's getting in our way, remember? Buster: Definitely not your smudged mascara or whatever Rio: my face is all puffy Rio: i was drunk and sad, remember Rio: luckily I've got a PM shift tomorrow so I can sleep it off Buster: Baby Rio: but now I'm not Rio: 'cos you're back Rio: but I still look gross Buster: You could never Buster: & You know I'm never wrong Rio: You're biased Rio: but very nice Buster: Shhh Rio: 😇 Rio: won't tell anyone Buster: You're so hot Rio: ain't seen nothing yet Buster: You won't let me see you so Rio: I want you to like me Buster: You know I do Buster: I really like you Buster: & You've seen me in more of a state, as well as my puke, numerous times Buster: Don't you still like me? Rio: Of course I do Rio: even if you can't handle your drink Buster: You can't handle brandy either Buster: Fuck off Rio: 😂 Rio: Sure, babe Buster: Don't underestimate me, babe Buster: Or challenge me Rio: but you love a challenge Buster: But I don't want you to be a sore loser, like Rio: Shame Rio: Kinda like the sore part Buster: Oh Buster: Okay Rio: Just okay? Buster: No Rio: Come on Rio: hot or cold, babe Buster: You're still asking questions you know the answer to then, yeah? Rio: Only when I wanna hear the answers, yeah Buster: You wanna hear how turned on I am by that idea Buster: All of yours Buster: How smart you are Buster: Answer my call Rio: [Does] Buster: [When they both fall asleep so she did keep her promise]

[cthulhu-with-a-fez]

Um. Okay so. I don't know if you remember when Dishonored first came out, but the previews were going for what felt like a good half a year before. It was the link in every banner, every recommended advertisement across the internet. The exact same trailer was at the start of every single youtube video. Long story short, I have never actually been able to bring myself to play it, just because their advertising was so aggressive that it actively turned me off and stressed me out.

p.2: They managed to make me sick of the game a solid month before the game even came out. But all of your posts have been so cool and so interesting, I’m almost starting to want to try it? But any time I look at it, I just get this feeling of… I don’t know, oppressive weight. I guess what I’m saying is, if I was going to start fresh with this game, and never have seen a single ad for it, what would you say about it to recommend it?

you’re the second person to tell me that dishonored’s aggressive advertising turned them off of the game, actually - i somehow managed to miss ALL of that. like dead serious i didn’t even know dishonored existed at all until last summer, and then only by virtue of vague news-by-osmosis about it getting a sequel.

so i guess by virtue of my extreme ignorance and/or conveniently bad (good??) timing i actually do have a fresh perspective to give you!

(just a quick note: i didn’t actually play it myself, i watched cryaotic’s let’s play, but he played it pretty much the same way i would have done. also better people than me have written way better meta about ALL OF THE BELOW, i’m sure…)

so the thing about dishonored.

honestly i could ramble on for like a solid hour listing off all the things i, personally, liked about it, going anywhere from the scenery to the mechanics, but i guess i’ll start out with the heart of it all.

dishonored is a story about the balance between vengeance and justice, and the difference between forgiveness and mercy, and it’s ultimately a story about What You Are In The Dark. and depending on the choices you make, and the kind of protagonist you are, the game CHANGES to fit that. there are actual consequences to your choices and your morality, which means that your choices matter. and that’s the blessing of the medium, i guess - the happy ending you can get is made all the better by knowing you worked for it, and the darkest one delivers its own sort of retribution because you brought it down on your own self. this also means that it has remarkable replay value - between detailed level design that offers innumerable paths through any given area and the changes in the narrative itself depending on your choices, there’s so much content to be had.

the game’s exploration of mercy as separate from forgiveness ties in with Good Is Not Nice and A Fate Worse Than Death a lot, too, which is fascinating - the kind of poetic reprisal you can take against your targets really brings into question whether just out-and-out killing someone is better or worse than making them suffer according to their crimes. there’s a confrontation about three-quarters through the game that really highlights the mercy vs. forgiveness thing to absolutely extraordinary effect that i won’t give you the details of because spoilers, but it left me absolutely shook. like, the most shook i’ve been since the true-pacifist ending of undertale. the flooded district arc is a doozy, let me tell you.

asides from the mechanics of the game - both narratively and physically (ie what you can actually do as corvo) - my favorite part has got to be the worldbuilding, hands down. it’s well worth your time to listen in on the ambient npc conversation, it says a lot. it really gives the game a sense of… i don’t know if there’s an actual term for this or not, but. broader horizons, i guess? like, dunwall has more in it than just you and your story. npcs don’t feel deliberately placed, like they’re just sitting there waiting for you to come along and do things. the world has depth to it, there’s stuff happening that has fuck-all to do with you going on, and i really like that.

and even moreso than the npc conversations, it’s REALLY WORTH IT to look for the collectible documents. they add so much more depth to the world than just the conversations. letters, ledgers, literature - it all adds up to marvelous effect. and one of my favorite things about it is, like. you can tell just as much about dunwall and the people living in it by how something’s written as you can through what’s written. you can peel back the in-universe author bias to get a look at the various prejudices and agendas and whatnot, and it adds a surprisingly nuanced and realistic-feeling sub-narrative about the racism and classism and various flavors of imperialist xenophobia in the world of dishonored. 

it isn’t even treated as an actual plot element that gets attention called to it, because dishonored isn’t a Story About That. all that stuff is just kind of there to be picked up on if you’re paying attention and it adds so much subtle context and depth to both corvo’s role in the story and the political landscape in dunwall tower before the events of the game, between the documents and how the various characters treat him, and i’m just gonna stop myself right here because i could talk about this one specific thing forever. (ask cassiansfuzzyjacket, she can confirm.) 

and from a purely visual aspect, i absolutely loved the scenery. the level design is super detailed, there’s so many different ways in and out of places, and there’s so many places that have nothing really to do with the plot they just make the world feel like a world, and despite dunwall being full of rats and also plague and decrepitude it’s still beautiful. like seriously the scenery is so nice. the character models sit… a little closer to the uncanny valley than i would like, but honestly you get used to it after a bit. and just… honestly the whole aesthetic of the game is really unique?? i’ve heard the world of dishonored described as a fantasy world in the beginning of its industrial revolution, and that’s a pretty apt way of putting it. it’s got this really neat not-quite-steampunk vibe about it that i found really appealing, and the alleys were satisfyingly grungy, and there were posters and stuff pasted to the walls, and just overall i really enjoyed the Look of the game in general.

so i guess in summary:

i love dishonored because it’s a story that confronts morality, choice, and agency in a way where your choices actually matter, set in a world that lends immersion by the sense that it’s bigger than just you and your story, that also has really nice scenery.

also because i’m a massive sap and anything with a tragic warrior x diplomat OTP where the warrior is also a scruffy, protective father-figure was bound to absolutely destroy me from the get-go because I Have A Type but i figured that was a little more personal-preference than you’re looking for.

basically if you think you might like a gaslamp-fantasy political thriller about a scruffy, lethal dad bent on poetic justice, then dishonored is absolutely the game for you. 

i hope this was a satisfying answer - sorry it’s so late! (if you ever do get into it please feel free to hit me up because i am always up for yelling about this game)