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ladyeliot · 4 years ago

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No pressure

Request: Anonymous. Hiiii! I had a Chris Evans x reader request. The reader is famous and has to go through a stalker who breaks into her home. She calls 911 and isn't hurt, but Chris wasn't there so he comes to her and visits her and comforts her. It could be fluffy. It's ok if you don't want to do it. I'm sorry if it sucks. 😊

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warning: Stalker and at the end fluff.

Word count: 1636

Notes: Thank you very much for the request, I loved it. In the end I modified the character of the stalker a bit, but everything else is there. / English is not my native language, sorry for the mistakes.

Anyone could have said that having a nice comfortable life in a country house in the middle of the countryside and with a regular job could be very boring, but that was all you needed on days like this. The energy consumption of your life prevented you from enjoying the little things. Day after day you would arrive home after midnight after spending more than 10 hours a day locked up in a recording studio and if you were lucky at least 2 of the 10 hours had been profitable. When you weren't in the studio, you were touring in the remotest places on earth and when that didn't happen you were probably promoting the new album.

Without a doubt it was an unimaginable life, which during your childhood had been a dream for you, and after effort and persistence you had achieved it. However, it wasn't all that beautiful, and the sacrifices you made were endless.

Like any other Saturday you arrived home after 00:30 and because of the low traffic in Los Angeles your arrival was delayed by about 45 minutes. Crestwood Hills was a lovely residential neighbourhood to live in, with nice views of the Santa Monica Mountains and the coast, but quite problematic if you wanted to go from your studio in Venice Beach, yet you knew you wouldn't move from that house for anything.

The automatic garage door opened as soon as you got close to it, when it opened you could see the Christmas lights that you hung around the palm tree at the entrance last week, which gave a homely feeling to your garden, and that made you think of the comfort your bed would provide when you lay down in it.

The door closed behind the car and with great heaviness you picked up the guitar and went to the entrance door, thinking about how much you wanted to fall on the bed. To your surprise you saw a dim light coming out of the living room, accompanied by a pleasant smell of your favourite sauce. Strangely enough, you left your guitar on the floor, right next to the umbrella stand, and headed towards the light. The first thing that crossed your mind was that you had probably forgotten some date with Chris, or maybe some special date. However, there was nothing scheduled in your diary, so you assumed it would be a surprise that I had prepared.

"Mr. Evans?" you said with a half smile.

You entered the living room and right next to the window that led to the garden you came across a mahogany table decorated with purple tulips and two candles on each side, complemented by the plates and cutlery and a small note on your plate. You couldn't help but deny with your face as you smiled.

-This night is all ours. Just make yourself comfortable, enjoy and ask me for whatever you want.-

You arched an eyebrow forgetting how tired you were and how many things you would ask for if he only made himself available to you. A loud noise coming from the kitchen made you think about those juicy thoughts. You put the note back in its place, and leaned in, trying to expand your change of vision.

"Is everything all right out there?" you burst out laughing. "Aren't you going to come and give me my welcome?"

The feeling of happiness that had invaded your body vanished in an instant, unless Chris had shrunk a few inches, worn long hair and taken on a feminine look.

"What? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get into my house?!" Every pore of your body began to give off an intense heat that was present in your cheeks.

In an instant you rushed to her, taking away all the kitchen gadgets that were in her hands. The situation went from the most romantic to the darkest, and even a bit comical if you think about it coldly. The story you had with that person was long and full of chapters, but even so the current situation had gone too far.

"Get out of my house" you stretched out your right arm and pointed to the front door. "I have no idea how you got in, but the only thought that you've been wandering around, touching my things and preparing food in my kitchen is making me very nervous.

"Does that make you nervous now? We have to talk, you know that...", your ex-confident could not finish his words.

"Get out! I know that you haven't stopped following me since I came from Memphis, that you're there every night when I go out waiting for me at the back door of the studio and that more than once I've seen you on the beach when I go for a run. I told you and I'm telling you again, it's all over, there's no more, it's been a year and a half. And now get out of my house if you don't want me to call the police."

“It's all over, there's no more? What a harsh word for you" the honey-coloured eyes of the young woman who was just a few metres away from you, turned, but she hardly moved from her place. "After all this time, after all I've done for you!

"For me?! I can't believe it..." your tone calmed down, you had gone from anger to bitterness in a few seconds. "Are you listening to yourself?"

She barely showed a clear intention to leave, you knew her well, but the last few months she had become a complete stranger to you.

"It's okay, you asked for it," you took the mobile phone out of your back pocket and typed in 911. "If you don't want to leave my house, and tell me how you got in, explain it to the police.

The fight of looks continued, it seemed that she wasn't going to give her arm to the wall and although you didn't want to put on any show either, as you preferred to do it on stage, you knew that if she didn't see against the sword and the wall she wouldn't leave your house. You hated her for getting you where you were going.

"911, what is the address of your emergency?" you stared for the last time into her eyes waiting for her to make a gesture to leave.

Time stopped and the wait became eternal, both for you and for the female voice coming out of the earpiece.

“911, what is the address of your emergency” repeated the woman.

The girl in front of you smiled uncertainly as she reached into the right pocket of her jeans and pulled out some keys, the keys to your house along with an alarm control.

"You got it," she whispered, heading for the exit door.

“911, what is the address of your emergency?”

"Nothing" you said with a thread of voice contemplating the keys on the kitchen counter and with your heart racing because of the amount of contradictions that had just happened.

Thirty-five minutes passed before Chris' car was planted in front of your house. During that time you got rid of the whole scenario that person had set up, avoiding leaving any trace of it. Chris arrived with an expression of disbelief mixed with irritation, all you needed was someone to calm you down, but in the end you had to spend fifteen minutes trying to get him to relax.

"I'm sorry" said Chris. He put his arms around you and put a little kiss in your hair. "I just... I don't want to take thirty minutes to get here if anything happens.”

"I don't think she'll show up again," you said sure of that fact.

"I don't care. Today this happened, tomorrow anything else can happen," he said kissing your hair again, and realising how serious he was being changed his tone to one of comedy. "If I could I would wrap you in bubble wrap so nothing would happen to you."

"You know that wrapping obsesses me, in less than two hours all the bubbles would be bursting," your comment made Chris laugh, so you could finally breathe easy when you saw him like that again.

"Come here."

The hug broke up and Chris led you to the sofa, sitting in a position where you were facing each other.

"Listen. I've been thinking..."

"Thinking?" you arched an eyebrow after the playful comment, trying to break its seriousness again.

"Yes, honey, sometimes I think," Chris responded to your comment with the same playful tone. "No, listen, I know you're not very friendly about serious conversations, but listen to me. I've been thinking, and I've been thinking about the idea of living together. Don't think it's because of what happened today, or what I said before, I've been thinking about it since last month when we spent Thanksgiving in Boston," you nodded slightly, wrapping yourself in memories of that familiar day. "I'm not asking you to do it immediately, I just want you to think about it, no pressure.”

"No pressure," you repeated arching an eyebrow and looking at Chris' hands that were on your lap.

"No pressure," he imitated.

"Okay," you whispered, taking one of his hands and giving him a slow kiss on the back of his hand as you let yourself be enveloped by his gaze. "I'll think about it."

It took you just two seconds to approach her lips and seal your answer with a kiss.

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snarkwrites · 4 years ago

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honesty | shane walsh ; the walking dead

Notes:

I’ve always written Evie with Shane and I’ve always said that I wish I could find a beginning for the two that wasn’t so loaded or angst filled. I was in my feelings earlier about the dark path Shane’s life took after Rick came back. And I think that as this was taking place, I just kind of wondered.. What if I just started their whole story out here? So the idea took hold and I wrote this out? Anyway.. If I were to start their own sort of story ( which I’m not ruling out, it all depends on what you guys wanna see or not), I honestly believe I’ve finally found that solid starting point.

Also, fluff. Because now and then fluff is nice. There is a hot little touchy feely kissing session in here too, I got you fam.

Pairing:

Grimes!Sibling OFC, Evie x Shane Walsh.

Warnings:

An overload of fluff. Hurt comfort. Complete and total au version of Rick’s return to the world -and the group after awakening from his coma. Lori’s not cast in the best light when Evie’s doing her heavy internal reflecting. Pining.. Years of pining all built up until it just can’t be tolerated anymore and the words have to come out.

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H O N E S T Y,

I couldn’t sleep. My tent was leaking and the drip drip drip of the rain as it poured down from above were driving me to the brink of insanity. And maybe somewhere deep down, I was worried about Shane.

How he was going to handle things now that Rick was alive and a part of the group. He’d been through so much stress. He’d been the leader, stepping up and taking charge. Keeping the group that assembled at the quarry in the beginning together. Keeping us alive.

And true to form, my brother showed up and it almost seemed as if Shane were forced to the side by literally everyone who depended on him before. Right off the bat, he seemed to just step right into a leadership position.

But that wasn’t what bothered me most. What bothered me most was the pained look on his face when he watched Lori and Rick having their little heart warming reunion. Something had changed in Shane in that exact moment. His eyes had gone dull. It looked like he’d lost any shred of hope and any fight he had left.

And every part of me wanted to choke Lori for that. Because for as long as I’ve stood back watching things play out between my brother, his wife and a man that we were basically raised to think of as a brother, one thing has been a constant.

Lori’s always quick to use Shane when she needs him. She’s even quicker to let him go and turn her back on him when she’s gotten what she wants or needs.. Or she stands a chance to lose my brother.

I took a few deep breaths and shoved all of that out of my mind. Well, I tried to.

The leak in my tent wasn’t getting any smaller. And the more the rain came down, the louder the dripping got until finally, it succeeded in driving me from my tent.

I found Shane sitting on the tailgate of his Bronco, the Mossberg beside him. He was sitting there, staring at his hands. Even from across our campground I could see the tension in his muscular frame.

And then something else clicked for me.

All this time I’ve kept one thing buried and hidden. Too afraid to voice it. I’ve always wanted Shane Walsh all to myself. I’ve always felt something beyond friendship for the man. And the feelings only seemed to grow with each year that passed in our lives.

Life’s too short to keep wondering.

Life’s entirely too short to keep sitting back. Watching things play out the way they always seem to between the three of them. I could be bitten and turned tomorrow and the thought that I’d die without ever even hinting that I loved him and cared for him deeply was unsettling to me.

Before I could chicken out, I crawled out of my tent. Jogging over to the Bronco just as the rain really picked up.

I cleared my throat and Shane looked up.

What had been so easy in theory became so much more complex than I anticipated. I went to open my mouth, to say anything, but the words wouldn’t come. Shane nodded to the space next to him on the tailgate and I hoisted myself up, swinging my legs as I settled in.

“Yer soakin wet.” Shane mused. I could feel him staring at me. Damned if I could grow the necessary strength to meet his gaze though. God knows I tried at least a thousand times as I sat there, struggling with how to go about doing what I’d wandered over to do.

“Kind of what happens when your tent’s got a fucking hole in the roof.” I muttered, my eyes drifting down to bare and mud caked feet.

“ Didn’t get Rick t’ patch it?” just the flat tone he took had me frowning a little to myself. Hugging myself as the breeze picked up and I went from cooled down like I’d been bitching about wanting to be hours ago to me actually feeling a little cold.

“Nope.” I answered.

We reached for the bottle of Jim Beam sitting between the two of us at the same time. My hand rested against the top of his hand and I took a few shaky breaths. My heart felt like it might just beat out of my chest at any second.

He let go of the bottle and I took a generous sip from it, holding it out to him. He glanced at me and took the bottle, taking a few long pulls before sitting it back down between us again. Then he cleared his throat.

“Y’ can’t sleep in a wet tent, hon. Fastest way t’ get sick. Especially with the wind blowin like it is.”

“Kind of why I’m here.” I admitted quietly, swinging my feet back and forth. Staring down at them intently because I did not dare glance over at him.

“Figured you’d go t’ Rick and Lori’s tent.” Shane muttered, a note of surprise creeping into his tone as he spoke.

“They need their time and space. Besides, if I have to spend one more second in closed quarters with that woman, I might actually snap and choke her to death.” I rambled, my words falling away at the end because I realized just how harsh my tone sounded.

Shane chuckled quietly. “Always wondered why y’ didn’t like her.”

“She played the two men I love most against each other and tried to make them hate each other. If it would’ve worked at any point, I would’ve probably killed her. She’s lucky I haven’t killed her since I came back, come to think of it.” I shrugged.

Beside me, Shane shifted around a little. Cleared his throat. His mouth opened and closed like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t say anything.

“ It never would’ve changed nothin between you n’ me, Evie. If she had come between me n’ Rick, I mean...”

I took a deep breath.

“ It would if I don’t mean love in the sense you think I do.” I quickly reached for the bottle of Jim Beam, anxious for anything to occupy my mouth before I made an unholy mess of this whole spur of the moment idea of mine.

Shane’s hand shot out, circling my wrist. Lowering the bottle I held in my hand back down to the tailgate. As soon as the bottle was out of my hand, his fingers curled under my chin, guiding my eyes up to meet his. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I love you. Not as a friend or a brother. “ ,, you could’ve been so much more graceful in your phrasing. Did you really have to just dump it all out like that?” my mind taunted and my stomach proceeded to twist itself into thousands of tiny little knots as I waited for something. Any kind of reaction one way or another from him.

When that reaction came, I was shocked, to say the least. He reached out, plucking me off the tailgate. Settling me in his lap.

“How then?” he questioned, his eyes searching mine. His tone firm and yet still… Unsure. Almost as if he were afraid to pin any hopes on anything.

“ I left town to try and escape it back then because it was driving me crazy. Standing by and watching you three and your rollercoaster. I… I tried a thousand times to tell you how I really felt.” I admitted quietly, toying with the front of his shirt to distract myself. He tilted my face again, making me keep eye contact. As a feeble afterthought I sighed and shook my head, added in a hushed whisper, “You don’t have to.. I’ll be okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just wanted to tell you.. In case something happens down the road.”

I was going to try and just gracefully extract myself from his lap and the situation so I could keep the thin shred of dignity I had left at this point, but his hands settled in place on my hips, holding me in his lap.

He chuckled quietly. Looking at me as if he wanted to say something, his mouth opened, only to close again as he shook his head. “So instead of just sayin somethin.. Y’ left.”

I cringed. It sounded every bit as ridiculous now as it did to me when I decided to do it. “ I was afraid, okay? I know she’s always been it for you. I just couldn’t stand back and watch everything play out anymore, I…” I trailed off because there was this look in his eyes as they fixed on me.

“Y’ didn’t have a clue, hm?”

My brow raised.

“ Why else would I pick fights with th’ idiots you tried datin all the time?”

My breath caught in my throat and I raised my hand, dragging it through my hair. Really trying to puzzle out things.

“ Woman… I got y’ a locket. I wasn’t just spendin all my time over at your house because we were all friends. Most of it was because I could be around y’. I gave up back then because I figured you weren’t interested. Kind of the only reason why I ever let Lori get t’ me in the first place. Because I thought y’ deserved better than me.”

I reached down into the front of my shirt, pulling the locket he’d given me years ago out, showing him that not only did I still have the locket, I still wore it. It’s never actually left my neck since the night he gave it to me, silly as that sounds.

“I’ve been through four chains now. Held up court once because it fell off my neck before I was due in but I wasn’t going in the court room until I found it.” I admitted, managing a sheepish smile as I met his gaze, holding it. Scooting closer to him for warmth. He raised his hands, rubbing over my arms. My legs settled around his waist and I sighed quietly.

Taking a few long and shaky breaths to get myself centered. To process my surprise at his own admissions thus far.

Because I hadn’t been expecting things to take the turn they had, at all. I thought that if anything, I’d pour it all out and he’d awkwardly but politely point out that he didn’t feel anything at all for me. He’d try to let me down gently or something.

“Remember when I asked for that help senior year? The big English paper?” Shane muttered after a few seconds of us just wordlessly staring at each other, lost in thought. Trying to process everything. Clumsily touching each other, our bodies migrating closer together. He raised a hand, smoothing my hair back out of my eyes as I nodded yes to his question.

“ I didn’t need help. I just wanted to be around y’ without Rick popping in and out. Had myself all convinced that I was hot shit. That I could go for it n’ kiss ya. Every damn time I tried, always managed to talk myself out of it. Except that last time. When we leaned in at the same time and wound up bumpin noses and Rick wandered in? If he hadn’t, I was going for it again.”

I swallowed hard because that was one of many nights I replayed over and over again in my own mind.. Each time a different ending that seemed to pave the way for some fairytale ending.

,, if the world weren’t falling to pieces…” my mind was at it again, trying to stop me from going further, trying to make any excuse to back out now. But this time, I shoved down the thought. This time I wasn’t backing out. The world might be falling to pieces but that didn’t mean I couldn’t at least try to squeeze some shred of joy out of it before it all came to a grinding halt.

We were talking now. Being more open than we’d ever really been with each other.

He’d even managed a weak smile here and there. Which was more than I’d seen out of him in hours by this point.

I felt the weight of the world lifting just because I knew that if everything came to an abrupt end tomorrow, I’d finally gotten it all out. He knew that at least one person loved him. Wanted him. Needed him.

Somehow, I got the feeling that right now, he needed to know that almost as badly as I needed to finally get it off my chest.

His hands were starting to wander. Our mouths kept migrating closer and closer and it seemed as if the storm and everything else in the world around us was just sort of falling away. It was so quiet that I could hear my heart beating loud against my chest. My mouth brushed the corner of his mouth and then he snapped.

What started out as a clumsy little halfway kiss turned into his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my hip, pulling me completely against him as the hand tangled in my hair pulled it free from a messy braid and dragged through it, tugging at it. His teeth locked onto my bottom lip, tugging until it started swelling. My tongue dragged over the outline of his mouth slowly, savoring the moment for all it was. My fingers dug into his shoulder and carded through his hair as my legs squeezed his sides and I basically clung to him when our tongues tangled and our mouths crashed against each other, the soft smack of deep and hot, frenzied kisses echoing in the still all around us. Shattering the bubble that seemed to have formed to keep everything else at bay.

By the time I was rubbing against him clumsily, we were breaking apart to breathe and his forehead rested against mine. The hand on my hip raised, settling on my cheek as he rolled his thumb over and caressed it.

I yawned, cuddling myself against him. Looking over my shoulder to where my leaky tent sat unused across the campsite. Shane chuckled and turned my gaze back to him, closing the distance between our mouths all over again, muttering quietly into the kiss, “We should probably get some sleep. We’ll figure somethin out tomorrow. Y’ can borrow one of my shirts to get dry, darlin.”

I nodded, swallowing hard as the shock started to wear off at last, replaced by honest to God sheer bliss...

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jibrillenyan · 4 years ago

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Eldarya Come-Back

[Disponibile in Italiano qui]

Eldarya EU servers are back up. For people out of the loop, a fire destroyed both the servers and the backups of Eldarya. It's not beemoov's fault.

BR and US servers, stored somewhere else, are perfectly ok.

The FR server accounts were lost, but the story retrieved.

All the others (IT HU PL DE ES RU) have both the accounts and the story wiped out. ANE has been re-translated/Recovered, but origins is currently only playable in english.

Only the first 2 episodes of ANE have been translated so far. Errata corrige: PL, RU, ES haven't released any ANE episodes yet. DE IT and HU have the first 2 available in english. DE and HU appear to be broken.

Level 7 and episode 6 of origins (completed) are needed to access the market.

BUG REPORT: Currently there is a bug where if you change the name of your companion for the first time after evolving it you lose 100gc. please take care.

BUG REPORT: If you already have a companion and you play episode 3 of Origins you won't be able to hatch the companion Kero gives you and you might get stuck right after "Objective: Go to Kero’s room to complete the Companion Questionnaire"

Accounts must be recreated. You have to create a new account and, if you ever bought maana or gold coins, follow the instructions below.

I REPEAT, ACCOUNTS ARE LOST ON THE EU SERVERS. YOU MUST MAKE A NEW ACCOUNT. (sorry, I get this one a lot)

FAQ of sort under the cut, original here. Italian translation will be here starting tomorrow. warning: it’s long XD

♦ WHAT DO I GET?

Everyone gets 1000 maanas, 100 gold coins and 350.000 ancient coins upon creating an account. You will also get 5 big exp potions, 10 small, 5 big energy potions, 10 small, 1 evolution potion and 3 incubators. You will also get the companion Sogiluv... it's not very good. You can retrieve some (most?) of the currency you bought by contacting the support (see below), you will be credited maana/ancient coins depending on your purchases; once you get the money back the 3 spin-offs will automatically unlock, along with the bank outfits.

The first companion to hatch will require no incubation time.

BR and US Server got 10.000 AC for their troubles too, but no maana or GC or items.

♦ I ENDED UP IN THE WRONG GUARD.

Please check this page. Re-doing the 3rd episode of Origins WON'T help.

♦ DECORATING GUARDIENNE'S ROOM, EP 5-6.

If you want to know how to get the guy you like AND have the room decorated by him, or other questions along these lines check this link

♦ WHAT'S THE BEST COMPANION TO USE?

Since you can now get any companion you like if you want to get the "best" one in terms of energy/luck ratio you should consider these:

PLESE NOTE: Hatching an adult companion (Chiromagnus, Blobbiathan) has the advantage of giving you an adult companion AND saving the evolution potion. This could be nice to have, for example, during a map event, you can use all the energy of your companion after midnight, then hatch another egg, use all the energy of the baby, evolve with the potion, use all the energy of the adult. If well played , with a baby companion, it means potentially 400-500 energy to use on the map

"Best" Companion, bought food (36 maana): Blobbiathan Energy 170 (already an adult when hatched) Luck 360 - 400

"Best" Companion, bought food (30 maana or less):

1. Chiromagnus Energy 160 (already an adult when hatched) Luck 340-390

2. Zarali Energy 90-160 Luck 350-380

3. Ocemas Energy 100-150 Luck 310-360

4. Ciralak Energy 110-160 Luck 300-350

4. Rawist Energy 110-160 Luck 300-350

"Best" Companion, farmed food (in exploration):

1. Alfeli: Energy 80-150 Fortuna 320 -370

2. Gallytrot: Energy 110-150 Fortuna 320-370

I consider the Alfeli "better" because its food, elven grapes, comes from a 20energy/30 min area, Mont sizhe, compared to the food for the gallytrot, gallyflore, from the Cave (35 energy/60 min).

♦ WHAT CAN I USE ANCIENT COINS FOR?

There is a special ancient coins shop (Until May 9th) with ALL the items ever released in the game. I do not advise using them for Origins illustrations but I suggest you grab some of the rarest items at least. It's among the boutiques.

BANK ITEMS WILL ONLY APPEAR AFTER RETRIEVING THE PURCHASED CURRENCY (? Im not sure about this, some are there from the beginning and I'm still waiting on the email I sent for the currency)

♦ HOW LONG DOES THE SHOP LAST?

May 9th

♦ HOW DO I GET MY BOUGHT MAANA/GOLD COINS BACK?

Go to "your account" by clicking on your name (top right). There is a button to retrieve the credit, for many payment options there is a simple form to fill.

However, if you paid by credit card or paypal you have to send an email to the support (you can get the adress by clicking on "other"). In the mail you should include:

Credit card:

- Old/New Username (if they aren't the same) - The email address associated to the accounts - The date and the amount in €/$ of a recent transaction (max 12 months old, the most recent, the better). - Last 4 digits of the credit card you used. - I'm not sure what happens if you you used more than a credit card, I'd suggest sending one transaction per credit card and telling them about this issue.

Paypal:

- Old/New Username (if they aren't the same) - The email address associated to the accounts - If it's not the same email address, the email address/username of the paypal account. - The date and the transaction ID* of a recent transaction (max 12 months old, the most recent, the better).

* Transaction ID's can be found in the confirmation email you get when you make a payment or on the paypal website, in the payment history section.

One ID should suffice, they can retrieve them all from there.

♦ WHAT DO YOU ADVISE WE BUY?

On a general note, do not buy things that can be found at all times, like explorations items, other than that, anything you like, but I'd at least consider to buy/play the following:

*** PLEASE NOTE: I've heard rumors that during each event, you will be able to find things in explorations from the previous events of that kind, so easter should have the other easter events' outfits on the map. I'd wait a bit to spend the coins to see if we get any confirmation, the store will be open until May 9th.

HOW CAN I KNOW WHERE (SOMETHING) IS FROM?

Wiki. Or This wonderful site. Or the wikinyan (c'est moi!), I don't mind answering specific messages, I'll update this post with any question I get. If you don't know the french name you can find it out in the French shop.

1. COMPANIONS:

Other than the event companions that you like you should probably consider...

GET:

Minaloo and Draflayel. These only comes from the purro'swap. Once the store closes, if you're unlucky, you'll never see them again.

Calunko and Bunraku. They're 2 of the japan expo rewards and with the merchandise boutique closed, they're incredibly hard to obtain, you need a physical code.

Chiromagnus, while you can get this from explorations, the scroll for it is extremely rare, and 2000 AC is stealing it.

ON THE FENCE:

The Seryphon , Poulpatata (both of them) and the chestok. These can be found on AH but require Gold coins to get in exploration. Personally I won't get them, but it's personal preference.

SKIP:

All the normal explorations companions, no matter how rare. They'll start popping up at the market soon enough

2. CLOTHES:

This is clearly completely at your own discretion, Events and ranking rewards should be considered. However there are some times never released before, like the fireflies so...

GET:

Fireflies. A beta-tester reward item, they were never made available to purchase before.

Steam girl set (Total: 1594 AC). It's the japan expo 2017 reward, 9 pieces

Maana demon and its other 3 colorations is a skin never seen in the game, previously reserved for admins. It could however be added to explorations, like other items of this kind.

Frency French was once an inside joke for ChiNoMiko, has not been made available to the public before, you can buy the skin, the hairstyle (it's a special jackson), Frency French Top, etc it's just a joke, but it's still something you won't see again, if you like it.

ON THE FENCE:

Depending how much you hate alchemy, you can consider some alchemy stuff.

Some rare Skins like Nan'vi, that could be hard to find in explorations

Rainbow and Pearly hair colours, if you like them, they can be rare/offered only in rare circumstances.

Crylasm set (526 AC), top, socks, hat. It was a special Christmas outfit released one piece at a time during Christmas events of 2016, 2017, 2018

Healer support Set (400 AC), made of 7 pieces, it was a special gift given at the beginning of the 2020 pandemic)

Rainbow Spirit (1594 AC), released for the 2020 Pride month (sorta)

Guard ranking rewards, the total il 11.980 AC (thanks Desdhi ♥)

SKIP:

Anything normally on the shop, or from (normal) map explorations.

3.ILLUSTRATIONS:

GET:

Possibly the event ones you like the best, there should be 42 event illustrations for a total of 105.000 ac

SKIP:

If you have the time to farm, the episodes' ones. They're way cheaper with replay, with a few exceptions (see below).

ON THE FENCE:

There are a few episodes where it's cheaper to buy the other illustrations than replay, I'll make a list below.

♦HOW MUCH IS...

EGGS

As "one time" I mean it's either now or never, so exclusive items or event items, unless they come back with their event.

No Explorations is events + rare +the stuff that you would pay gc to get the bait for

All the eggs: 222.400,

One-time + rare ones: Chiromagnus, Minaloo Draflayel: 164.500

one-time: 158.000

No explorations (+GC/rare ones): 180.700

BACKGROUNDS:

All: why do you hate yourself? don't. it should be around 5660

Events only: 2460

EPISODES:

Event Illustrations are 2500 each, Episodes' 2000

It's generally cheaper to play the episode to unlock illustrations. Coins won't disappear, so if you can slowly make your way up you will end up saving A LOT of Ancient Coins. During episodes, each dialogue is 2 AC

(cost is rounded up) (!) = Replaying is not worth it, money wise (*) = more expensive than 1 illustration, but still worth it in the grand scheme of things

(how much it costs playing Origins VS how much it costs at the shop)

Episode 1 - Free - 1 Illustration, play once (FREE vs 2000) Episode 2 - Free - 3 Illustrations, play twice (FREE vs 6000) Episode 3 - Free - 1 Illustrations, play once (FREE vs 2000) Episode 4 - Free - 2 Illustrations, play once (FREE vs 4000) Episode 5 - Around 1200 maana - 3 illustrations, play 3 times (3600 vs 6000) Episode 6 - Around 1500 maana - 2 illustrations, play once (1500 vs 4000) Episode 7 - 1200maana ca - 4 Illustrations, play 4 times (4800 vs 8000) Episode 8 - 1700maaana ca - 4 Illustrations, play 3 times (5100 vs 8000) Episode 9 - 2000 maana ca - 1 Illustration, play once (2000 vs 2000) Episode 10 - 1500 maana ca - 3 Illustrations, play 3 times (4500 vs 6000) Episode 11 - 1900 maana ca - 2 illustrations, play once (1900 vs 4000) Episode 12 - 1500 maana ca - 3 illustrations, play 3 times (4500 vs 6000) Episode 13 - 1500 maana ca - 3 illustrations, play 3 times (4500 vs 6000) Episode 14 - 1500 maana ca - 2 illustrations, play once (1500 vs 4000) (!) Episode 15 - 2500 maana ca - 3 illustrations, play 3 times (7500 vs 6000, it's better to buy the other 2!) (!) Episode 16 - 2150 maana ca - 1 illustration, play once (2150 vs 2000 it's still worth to play the episode) (*) Episode 17 - 2450 maana ca - 3 illustrations, play ONCE (2450 vs 6000) Episode 18 - 1900 maana ca - 6 illustrations, play 3 times (5700 vs 12000) Episode 19 - 1700 maana ca - 4 illustrations, play 4 times (6800 vs 8000) Episode 20 - 1800 maana ca - 5 illustrations, play 4 times (7200 vs 10000) Episode 21 - 1800 maana ca - 3 illustrations, play once (1800 vs 6000) Episode 22 - 1700 maana ca - 4 illustrations, play 3 times (6800 vs 8000) (!) Episode 23 - 2100 maana ca - 4 illustrations, play 4 times (8400 vs 8000, it's better to buy the other 3!) Episode 24 - 2000 maana ca - 2 Illustrations, play once (2000 vs 4000) (!) Episode 25 - 2500 maana ca - 3 illustrations, play once (2500 vs 6000) (!) Episode 26 - 2200 maana ca - 4 Illustrations, play three times (6600 vs 8000, it's better to play once for 2 illustrations then buy the other 2!) Episode 27 - 1800 maana ca - 4 Illustrations, play 3 times (5400 vs 8000) Episode 28 - 1700 maana ca - 5 illustrations, play 3 times (5100 vs 10000) (!) Episode 29 - 3250 maana ca - 4 illustrations, play 4 times (13000 vs 8000 it's a huge ac loss to replay) (!) Episode 30 - 2400 maana ca - 4 illustrations, play 4 times. (9600 vs 8000 it's better to play once and buy the other 3)

Grand total so far: 93 Illustrations, 71 playthroughs, 58 suggested. Extimated maana/Ancient coins: 129.000 replay eveything vs 186.000 buying everything. Optimal: 122.750

IF you play everything once then buy the rest you should spend around 146000

* Optimal means buying the illustrations where needed before May 9th, then play all the episodes at your leisure. The episodes where you'd have to buy illustrations are: 15, 23, 26, 29, 30.

Please remember that if you buy the illustrations then you decide to play the game you will ended up paying not only 186.000 ac for the illustrations, but also roughly 60.000 to play all the episodes. The only case where my racommendation is to buy the illustrations is if you really don't care about origins or you only want a few illustrations

#eldarya faq of sort #eldarya

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famedroleplayarchive · 3 years ago

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There won’t be an activity check today and you can count it as a free week because I have some big but hopefully not too big news. Famed is going to undergo a restructuring, and this is going to involve me asking everyone who would like to remain in the group to resubmit an application to keep their muse(s).

To be clear, this is not a complete revamp. Most of the major processes of how the roleplay work will not change and claims and development on muses will be able to be kept unless you put them in a majorly different position (in which case, claims that will no longer work can be refunded!), but the the size of the roleplay will be cut down over half from 135 spots to 65 spots. Many of the groups will be merged and all will be changed to some extent so that we have a total of thirteen groups, all with four to six members instead of the over twenty groups, many of which are rather large, we have now.

I want to disclaim that I know there will be members who connect less with the roleplay after the restructuring. I also want to apologize to anyone who is inconvenienced by the changes made, but please know I am only making these changes because I feel it is absolutely critical to the long-term life of the roleplay. A restructuring of some sort is something I’ve been thinking about for probably over a year or so now and I’ve been trying to avoid it for the sake of disrupting everyone as little as possible, but it’s become apparent to me that it’s necessary to keep the roleplay going, not because of member activity but because of my own ability to handle everything as an admin. I created Famed over four years ago when I was in a much different place in my life and had very little experience with idol roleplays and no experience at all running an idol roleplay, so I haven’t always been totally happy with how everything is set up. While I always did my best to make sure I was confident I could handle things before adding anything else onto my plate, naturally, several major life events have occurred over the past four years, especially the last one, that have altered the amount of time and energy I can commit to roleplaying, often making it draining and difficult to manage the group at its current scale.

Taking on another admin or mods would ultimately mean quite a bit more being required of me for at several months in order to evaluate any options presented to me and to help introduce a new person to all of the intricacies of the roleplay at a speed we’d both we comfortable with. It would also require me to be able to find someone I would be confident placing that responsibility on since I wouldn’t want to do it by half measures, which isn’t a guarantee. With all of that considered, I feel that this restructuring is the best course of action to keep the roleplay alive for the foreseeable future instead of risking my own discontent and stress leading to a fizzling out of the roleplay. The changes being made are all ultimately being made in hopes of making a more enjoyable and sustainable roleplaying experience in the long term for everyone involved, including me on the admin side and hopefully members as well!

Speaking of which, this will also be a chance for members to look at their own experience in the roleplay and muses and make their own changes to their muses as they find appropriate for improving their roleplay experience. I’ll be asking everyone to send in an updated application for the new changes since some details will probably have to change for every muse to some extent. Members are welcome to change what they feel necessary (or might be required by nature of the changes), from the muse’s group, to their position, faceclaim, age, background, etc. This means you’ll be able to pick new past claims made on your application too and a new past claims system is being put in place that will actually allow muses to have a more established career in their backstory! You’ll also be able to potentially refund points claims made that no longer fit changes you have to make to your muse, but that will be handled once the re-application process has been completed.

New main blogs have been created for the purpose of having a fresh start void of any old information that might still be lingering around blogs that will no longer be accurate. The new structure of the groups and companies can be found here on the new main (the URL will be changed to famedroleplay tomorrow!). On August 15 at noon EDT, exactly forty-eight hours after this post, I will be opening up for reserves to keep muses. You may only reserve spots for existing muses at this time, not for new muses, and muns will unfortunately now have to be limited to a maximum of three muses due to the decreased size of the roleplay.

Currently in-use faceclaims will be held for the muses they are used for unless the mun chooses to reserve a different faceclaim for the muse or until the period of accepting applications for keeping muses is up. Since groups, positions, and model groups have been moved around so much, I decided not to assume the assignment of positions to any muse, so it will be up to muns to reserve the spot they feel best suits their muse. Everyone will get a couple of days to look positions over before reserves are accepted to make the reserving of positions as fair as possible. I plan to do three acceptances on August 18, 22, and 25 that will be reserved solely for those applying to keep their muses, and the August 29 acceptances will be the first time we open for new muses again. Activity will start up as normal on August 22!

Members planning on keeping their muse may continue to write during this time if they’d like and work out that they’ll be keeping those plots, but points can’t be collected for anything that wasn’t already in progress since you might end up retconning it anyway.

Thank you all in advance for your understanding and I hope you’re able to find this exciting in some way! I know I’m hopeful for what I see as a fresh phase of Famed. Famed version 1.2, if you will. I’m aware this will likely be the end of the road for some who aren’t as interested in the new structure or can’t find muse within it or just don’t agree with my decisions, and to anyone who finds this to be your parting of ways with Famed, thank you for the time you did dedicate to the group! I do request to please avoid sending rude messages for the sake of being rude if the restructuring isn’t your cup of tea, but I will be sad to see anyone go who does leave. The alternative was me most likely, at best, having to put the roleplay on hiatus by the end of the year to take time to deal with real life, so this choice has been made so that I don’t have to do that and I can keep this home for so many wonderful muses running as long as possible!

A post with more information about the process of re-applying has already been posted to the new main by the time this post goes up. Check out the updated FAQ on that blog as well since it highlights a few of the more major changes already!

#fmdadmin #queued post

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imaginethathaikyuu · 5 years ago

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kinktober - day 9

yaku morisuke - toys

kinktober faq prompt list

*NSFW warning featuring the usage of sex toys specifically this one fem reader

“Y/N, I’ve got a surprise for you!”

Surprises from Morisuke were never normal or necessary, and were rarely actually for you - so when those words leave his lips, you immediately start to feel uneasy.

One time, one of his surprises was that he scheduled a two week long beach vacation. For three years in advance. Another one of his surprises was a new pet goldfish. And just last week he’d come into your bedroom shouting the dreaded ‘S’ word, only for him to show you he had gotten a tattoo.

You had concluded that his surprises could be literally anything - it could be as simple as a goldfish he had yet to buy a tank for, or as permanent as the simple tattoo he now had in the crux of his elbow. And while it was interesting at the start of your relationship years ago, by now it was downright stressful.

So you squeezed your eyes shut and prayed it’d be a bouquet of roses and not a lip piercing.

When he walked into the kitchen, you peeked one eye open, inspecting his face carefully. It was clean of metal - thank goodness.

He dropped a medium sized box on the counter with a loud thud, the smile on his face a mischievous one.

“What did you do?” you asked carefully.

“Well, I was up late a few nights ago.”

“As usual.”

“Leave my sleeping patterns out of this,” he said. “Anyway - I saw an ad online for something that looked… interesting. And I knew we had to have it. So I bought it. And here it is!”

He gestured to the brown box, as if there was any indication of what’s inside it. And when he finally opened it and pulled out the surprise, you were genuinely caught off guard.

“No.”

“Come on, baby, let me use it on you -”

“Why?”

“Because it’ll be fun! It said ‘orgasm every time,’ so it’s got to be good!”

You couldn’t believe he bought a sex toy. A bright pink one, no less.

“Mori - why?”

“I don’t remember exactly what I was thinking, but…”

There was a beat of silence as Morisuke tried to come up with an argument in his favor - but he came up empty.

He put his hands on your shoulders to say, “Look, baby, I’ve got to leave for work now but please, just think about it, okay?”

You sighed. “Okay.”

His hands moved to your waist, pulling your body against his. “And tonight when I get home… if you want, we can use these toys and I’ll take care of you, okay, baby?”

He was obviously attempting to seduce you - throwing in that extra sweet baby to punctuate his sentence, but you only heard one word.

“Toys? As in you bought more than one?!”

He scurried out the door, leaving you alone with the box of surprises.

And you didn’t touch them the entire day. In fact, you took them to the bedroom, put the box on Mori’s night stand, and honestly forgot about them as you went about your normal day.

Mori got home later than usual due to a meeting that ran much longer than he expected, so you were already in bed by the time you saw him again.

“You’re going to bed early,” he said, beginning to change out of his work clothes.

You sat up, “I didn’t have anything else to do. It’s boring when you get home late.”

“I know, baby, I’ll try to make it up to you and get home early tomorrow, okay?”

You nodded, and after he got his sweatpants on he jumped into bed with you.

“You ate dinner, right?”

“Yeah, there’s some for you in the kitchen.”

“You mean there’s nothing in here for me to eat?”

He pulled you close to him as you laughed, pointing out how cheesy he is.

“I thought it was a pretty good line,” he argued. “I’m not hungry for anything but you, baby.”

He rolled on top of you as his lips softly kissed your neck, in a trail leading toward your chest. Your low cut tank-top caught his eye the moment he walked into the room, and it made your collarbones and chest perfect targets for his lips.

“You smell good,” he noted, his nose brushing your collarbone.

“New shampoo.”

“Well you should keep using it,” he said, taking a deep breath of your sweet scent.

You hummed and allowed him to do as he pleased - his hand snuck up your shirt, and he pulled it off of you easily.

While he was focused on your breasts - and he was very focused on them - you were distracted. You could see the box from this morning in the corner of your eye, and as much as you hated to admit it, the curiosity about it was eating you alive.

You at least wanted to see which ones he bought. And who knows, maybe one of them would catch your eye.

“Mori.”

His wide eyes looked up at you, your nipple in his mouth, and he quickly let it go. “Hm?”

“The box is over there.”

“...the box?”

He turned around to look where you were gesturing.

“Oh! The box!”

He looked back at you, not catching your eye roll.

“Want to try them?”

“Just… let me see them.”

He hops up and gets the box, emptying its contents on the bed.

There were multiple, but honestly less than you expected. You knew Morisuke had a habit of going all out when online shopping, but it seems like he chose these items with care.

Really, he just bought multiple different vibrators. The bright pink rabbit vibe called Malibu Minx is what caught your eye at first - but not for good reason. It was big. And bright. And you did not want it inside you.

There was a small purple one in the shape of a bullet - literally called The Bullet Vibe. You weren’t really interested in that one, either.

A white one that looked like a microphone was familiar to you - you knew those are really common, but it didn’t look like it’d give you much pleasure.

There were a couple other boxes, as well as a bottle of lube, but you just felt overwhelmed. You looked up to Mori, who had a big grin on his face.

“Want me to pick?”

“Just get an… easy one, okay?”

He must have had this planned, because he didn’t hesitate to grab one.

The Womanizer.

The name alone was intimidating - but you decided to just trust him.

He sat between your legs and opened the box, pulling the contraption out, along with its instructions.

The toy was small, with a head that looked something like a suction cup.

He started to enthusiastically read the instructions: “Meet The Womanizer: the revolutionary air-powered clit stimulator! The Womanizer uses waves of air pressure to drive your clit wild. It comes with 2 silicone suction tips, so you can use the one that fits your clit the best.” He stopped reading to pick up the toy, glancing down at the silicone tip attached to it. “Does this one fit you?”

“How should I know?”

“...We’ll just say yes. ...The tip fits around your clit, while The Womanizer uses puffs of air for stimulation – making it feel similar to oral sex!”

“So why don’t we just… have oral sex?”

“Baby, sh, I’m reading. 100% waterproof… eight stimulation modes… clean before using - I’ll be right back.”

You groaned as he quickly ran to the bathroom to clean the toy. This seemed like way more trouble than it’s worth, and by now you weren’t even in the mood for this.

When he returned he quite literally hopped onto the bed, and then crawled on top of you.

“Are you ready to be womanized?”

“Morisuke.”

He giggled, “what? You don’t think that was funny?”

Even though you were laughing, you said, “no.”

“Well, I’m going to need verbal consent, baby. The instructions said so.”

“Just take off my underwear and use that thing so I can prove that this was a bad idea.”

“We’ll see,” he said with a grin, tugging your underwear off as you instructed him to.

He positioned the suction-cup like head at your clit, and with a kiss on your cheek asked, “Are you ready?”

You hurried him along, so he flicked the toy onto the first setting.

And your eyes widened.

“Holy shit.”

“What? Are you okay -”

“Turn it up higher.”

He hit the button a couple of times - unsure if anything was even happening - and you gripped his shoulder tight.

“Holy shit.”

“Does it feel good?”

You looked at him with what he thought was a worried expression, and nodded. “Yeah, yeah it does - ah, oh, fuck!”

It really did feel like oral sex - it felt exactly like Mori’s mouth, but with much more controled pressure.

“Mori,” you moaned, throwing your head back on the pillow, “fuck, Morisuke!”

“You’re moaning my name and I’m not even touching you.”

“Shut up, I’m about to cum, shut up.”

“Already?”

“Mori -”

“Go on and cum, baby, please hurry and cum for me,” he begged as he turned the toy up again, as high as it would go. “I need you to cum for me, baby girl.”

Your hips jerked as you searched for your orgasm, but you didn’t have to - the toy was basically pulling it out of you. You dug your nails into Mori’s shoulder as you came with a loud groan - it felt like your body was exploding into fireworks and that toy was the spark that set you aflame.

It was intense, but it was short. You pulled at Morisuke’s wrist to get him to turn it off when you were finished.

“Holy shit.”

You both managed to say it in unison as you attempted to catch your breath; Mori threw the toy onto the bed.

“That was hot,” he told you. “Really fucking hot.”

“It felt good. This was officially a good idea.”

He mentally patted himself on the back, and then caught your lips for a small kiss.

“Which one should we try next?”

tune in tomorrow for kinktober day 10: cock worship + deep throating

#kinktober 2019 #kinktober #yaku morisuke #yaku morisuke x reader #yaku x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot

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nostuntmanneeded · 4 years ago

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Tipline/Inbox Guidelines

The time has come, folks!

I have completed and posted all of the big sections, so now it’s time for me to finally get to answering the questions I have in my tips inbox.

I will start answering questions tomorrow, as it’s been a rough couple of days with schoolwork. (Finals week starts tomorrow, so I’ve been studying, writing papers and working on projects all weekend.)

Here’s some general guidelines for submitting tips:

Please respect the admin: This is the NUMBER ONE RULE. I will not accept any hate, threats or any disrespectful comments. This will lead to an automatic delete or block from yours truly. I have no problem with people expressing their own opinions that may be different than mine, but please understand that I have my opinions as well and they should be respected too. Whether you’re “Team PR” or “Team Real,” we all have our theories and personal views on the relationship. If you’re respectful of my views, I’ll do the same. That’s what being a decent human being looks like.

Feel free to broaden the topic: Yes, my page is more for Sebastian and Alejandra’s relationship, but I am also open to talking about other celebrities (if I know enough about them and their situation). I am also very open to talking about my experiences in journalism, and the relationship between PR and journalism. Actually, it’s encouraged for you to ask about it. I love being able to talk about what I am studying, what I do currently and what I wish to do in the future. And to be honest, that’s what this blog is all about — giving you my analysis of a relationship from a different perspective.

Requesting sections: Even though I’m “finished” with the big sections, I am still open to writing more and adding to that list in my pinned “Welcome” post. If you have a topic that you’d like me to discuss in an actual post, and you think it would be a great addition to the list, let me know.

Repeating questions: If there is a hot topic of discussion going around, and I receive a lot of tips in my inbox in regards to that topic, I will most likely answer only one of the tips. Treat it like an FAQ (frequently asked questions) type deal.

Unanswered questions: Since I’m finished with posting the big sections in my list, I will be answering and responding to tips more regularly. If I happen to not answer your question within 48 hours, I most likely didn’t receive it or I accidentally deleted it. If that happens, please (respectfully) re-submit your question. (Also, please look at the previous bullet point, as that may be a reason as to why your question wasn’t answered.)

Opening and closing the inbox: This page only has one admin. Remember that I am a human being and I have priorities in life that are more important than this blog. If I get an overwhelming number of tips in my inbox, I will close it for a period of time so I can focus on the tips that I need to respond to. If I know I won’t get to my inbox within a day, I will send out a post with my reasoning and when I will most likely get to responding, so check my page periodically for those updates.

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youcouldmakealife · 4 years ago

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First of probably many Kickstarter posts

I’ll be tagging them all ‘btt publication’ and ‘kickstarter’ if you’d rather not see them.

I’ve shamelessly stolen some of this from my Kickstarter launch page, with an FAQ to be up tomorrow or Monday: if you’ve got any questions about the Kickstarter you’d like answered don’t hesitate to reply, send me a message on anon, etc etc!

coming in first place -- and then, between the teeth

No, I am not ashamed that I turned this trilogy into an elaborate double entendre.

And Then and Between the Teeth are the second and third novels in the Between the Teeth trilogy, and take place in the same slightly askew universe as You Could Make a Life and Thrown Off the Ice)

So what are you kickstarting, exactly?

I'm kickstarting books two and three of the Between the Teeth trilogy, which follow book one, Coming in First Place.

Why are you doing a Kickstarter for two books rather than two separate Kickstarters?

There’s a reason that I’m bundling the latter two novels together as a single Kickstarter project: book three involves considerably less work on a structural change standpoint than Coming in First Place and any of my previous projects. Book two (And Then) requires more, because the multi-POV story it’s named for is going to be replaced by multiple chapters (currently 5 as an initial estimate, but definitely between 4-7) that are exclusively from David’s point of view. Book three (Between the Teeth), however, will mostly be a case of refining, polishing, and some expansion, not the wholesale new material that all previous Kickstarters involved.

What are the rewards going to be?

The rewards are going to be very similar to previous Kickstarters, but with a little twist at the end. As always the basic tier will include the final e-copy and the stories of the week, the next tier will include the extras (and as with last time, the ability to send prompts for the stories of the week), the tier above will include your name in the acknowledgments and a physical item — which is changing this time, because instead of postcards, I’ll be sending writing scraps. There are also writing rewards, but I’ve capped them at 500 word level this time around.

What are the stories of the week, extras, and writing scraps?

For those who’ve never participated in my Kickstarter or pre-ordered any of my previous novels, the stories of the week are what they sound like -- you'll be on a mailing list for a weekly update on the publication and a short story -- all pledges above 35CAD are eligible and encouraged to send prompts, and each week I will write a story (500 words plus) based on one of those prompts. They’ll be sent out on Sundays, because that’s become my routine. I’ll be adding an option to ‘opt out’ of both those stories and the extras, especially for those who don’t want to be spoiled in advance of publication — you’ll still receive them, but you’ll receive them in one file at publication time(s!) rather than on a weekly basis.

The extras will again be outsider POVs of the events of Between the Teeth, so there’ll be plenty of Oleg and Kiro and the Caps, with some fun bonus Dave, Mike, and the like. And Jake. Jake is probably going to try to hog the extras again. It’s like he thinks he’s the other protagonist of the trilogy or something. They’re also emailed on a weekly basis and will also be subject to opt out of until publication if you’d prefer.

The writing scraps are handwritten, well, scraps. I have handwritten notes plotting out Follow the North Star, and the original beginning of You Could Make a Life, written almost ten years ago, was entirely handwritten — my computer was in the shop — and anyone in the reward tiers who are eligible to receive writing scraps will be mailed one of those pages. Warning: I have terrible handwriting.

See? (also apparently I couldn’t spell February right the first time.)

Will we be able to order the extras from previous Kickstarters again?

You will! Once again I’ll have the extras from YCMAL, TOTI, and CIFP available to order for a limited time -- during the Kickstarter, and, for a short time afterwards through Patreon for those who are unable to pledge via Kickstarter.

When’s the launch date and when will it end?

Barring anything unforeseen, the Kickstarter is going to launch on June 30 and wrap up on July 30.

Link to the Kickstarter pre-launch page here, and again, if there are any other questions you have, don’t hesitate to reply or send me a message so I can answer them in the upcoming FAQ!

#kickstarter #btt publication

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talesfromvalaan · 4 years ago

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entropy update 11.25.20

Just a small update today, and a day early with the holiday tomorrow. In case you missed it, the demo launched on itch.io!

I’m already well into version 2 of the demo, as well! There are a few things I had really wanted to implement, and so far things have gone very smoothly. The mobile layout is... passable, for the time being. It will definitely need some tweaking in the future, but the game is actually playable on a phone/tablet now!

The other big technical thing I wanted to work on is keyboard control and screen reader accessibility. I’ve gotten keyboard controls working, though the process of going back and updating the entire demo is going to take a while. Screen reader compatibility/accessibility features is something I’m planning to tackle over the next few days.

On the writing side of things, I’ve given myself a bit of a break while I work on coding. I’ve done a bit more work on the second half of the prologue, as well as outlined the “sneak peek” bits I’ll be adding to the end of the demo. It’s going to be a tweaked version of a scene from chapter six, with minimal spoilers which, admittedly, may throw off the scene a bit (such as everyone referencing a big shocking event, without ever saying what that event is).

Also! Keep an eye out -- I’ve typed up a romance/companion faq of sorts that I’ll be posting later today! We’ve met 3 of the 5 romance options in the demo, and 5 of the 6 companions, but I wanted to introduce them all in one place!

#entropy update #interactive fiction #interactive games #twine game

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pastpatientlywaitingforimagines · 5 years ago

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Dragonology Miniseries (1) | Charlie Weasley x femHufflepuff!Reader

A/N: So I had a bunch of ideas for drabbles in this universe while I was writing the original series. The first two were supposed to be done before now, but life happens so please enjoy this fall aesthetic fic and know that a Christmas fic is hopefully on the way soon. If you want to be added to the Dragonology tag list let me know!

You can read the main series here.

DRAGONOLOGY FAQ

Late fall was quite possibly your favorite time of the year. Late fall meant candles, warm sweaters, hot tea, and cold weather cuddles with your impossibly handsome red-headed boyfriend.

You were in your sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and though your studies were rigorous, you couldn’t be happier as you and Charlie sat shoulder to shoulder under a yellowing tree working on homework one Saturday afternoon.

“Can I just copy the end of your Charms essay?” he asked you, poking the feathery end of his quill into your ear. You brushed the quill away with a grin.

“No, you can’t. It’s only a foot and a half long essay, you’re almost done,” you reminded him as you glanced at his parchment.

“It’s just taking too long, if I copy yours I’ll be done faster. There are much better things I could be doing with my time than writing an essay on nonverbal spells,” he complained.

“What could possibly be more important than bettering our education?” your question was overly dramatic, and Charlie could tell. Sliding closer to you, he pressed a warm kiss to your cool cheek.

“We could go down to the forest and see what creatures are around,” he suggested with a grin, “unless you’re working on something more important.”

Your eyes fell to the parchment in front of you, covered in doodles of different dragon wing shapes.

“Lead the way,” you offered your hand to him, stuffing the parchment into one of your pockets and tucking your quill behind your ear. You walked the familiar path through the grounds towards the dark forest, taking the long way there in order to step on as many crunchy leaves as possible. Charlie’s hand was securely in yours the whole way.

When you reached the forest, you both started scanning the area for anything interesting. Charlie spotted the first creature, a bowtruckle tucked on a branch. After oogling over him for a while, you turned back to the forest. You saw some tell-tale signs that an animal was near, but you could not see the beast itself.

“Rumor has it there are unicorns in here,” Charlie said as you followed the trail deeper into the forest.

“Wouldn’t we have seen one by now if there were?”

“They’re pretty elusive, and there’s a lot of forest we haven’t explored. There could be all sorts of creatures here we haven’t found yet-”

“Like a dragon?” you cut him off playfully.

“Yes! It would be fantastic if we found a dragon,” Charlie exclaimed, sending the crows in the trees above you flying off in a hurry.

You laughed, shushing him as you made it to a clearing.

“I wonder if we’ll ever be able to see them,” Charlie said quietly, having procured an apple slice from his pocket which he held out to the emptiness. You watched as it moved, then disappeared with a huff. You held your own empty hand out, palm down, and waited until you felt flesh underneath it.

“As amazing as thestrals are, I hope we don’t ever see them. I don’t want to watch anybody die,” you pondered.

“There’s another trail here,” Charlie brought to your attention the broken twigs that led deeper into the forest. Leaving the thestrals, you followed the trail to another area where the trees thinned out. You made quiet eye contact with Charlie, in awe of the sight in front of you.

There were at least twenty hippogriffs in the area, some were basking in the sun, others laying in the grass. If they noticed you and Charlie, they paid you no mind. You perched on a nearby rock, pulling out the parchment and quill that you had stuffed in your pocket and starting a sketch of the beasts. Charlie sat on the ground in front of you, snacking on what was left of his apple and quietly observing.

When you finished your observations, you slid down the rock to join Charlie on the ground. You rested your head on his shoulder, peacefully watching the animals in front of you. When you woke up the sun was almost gone and the forest was mostly dark. The hippogriffs in front of you had all bedded down in the long grass, and Charlie was still next to you with his eyes closed.

“Charlie,” you hissed, elbowing him in the side.

“What?” he mumbled.

“We fell asleep, we have to go back to the castle,” you started standing up, brushing the dirt off of your pants and offering him your hand. He took it, pulling himself up against your weight. Intertwining his fingers with yours, Charlie lit his wand with a quiet “lumos” and started heading back towards the castle.

You weren’t frightened of being in the forest at night. Most of the creatures on this side of the forest knew who you were and that you wouldn’t hurt them. You were most concerned about being caught out of the castle after hours. You safely navigated back onto school grounds and were briskly making your way back to the illuminated castle when you saw a cat run across your path.

“Mrs. Norris,” you and Charlie groaned at the same time. The cat’s caretaker was not far behind her, and you knew there was no way you were getting off the hook.

“Students out of bed! Roaming the grounds at night! A prefect! Out of bed, must bring you to the headmaster…” Filch grumbled to himself as he ushered you back to the castle and up to Dumbledore’s office.

“Professor Dumbledore, these students were out on the grounds, coming from the forest no doubt.”

“Thank you, Argus,” Dumbledore looked up from his spot at his desk, “you can continue your business now, I’ll send them to bed when we’re finished.”

Filch sulked off, murmuring to himself about finding more students out of bed.

“Acid pop?” Dumbledore asked you and Charlie as you sat down in the chairs next to his desk. As you helped yourself to the candy, the older man spoke.

“I take it you were out exploring the Forbidden forest?”

“Yes Sir,” Charlie answered.

“Find anything interesting? Some of the best creatures are out in the afternoons.”

You pulled the parchment out of your pocket, sliding your sketches onto Dumbledore’s desk, “a herd of hippogriffs. They were beautiful; healthy looking too.”

“Ah, I met a very handsome hippogriff while I was at the Ministry once. These are wonderful drawings, (y/n). You two will make fine magizoologists when you’re done here at Hogwarts. Charlie, I’m sure you’ll see to it that (y/n) makes it back to the Hufflepuff common room safely?”

You and Charlie exchanged a glance.

“Of course, sir.”

“Well then, you best be on your way. While our nighttime chats are informative and I do love hearing what you two are discovering, let’s try not to chat about it so late at night, hm?”

Dumbledore’s office was filled with your quiet mumbles of “yes, Professor,” and “of course, Professor,” and “goodnight, Professor,” as you and Charlie rose and moved towards the door.

“That never goes how I think it’s going to,” Charlie mused once you were walking down the hall towards the Hufflepuff common room.

“He is a special old man, that’s for sure.”

You and Charlie walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way downstairs. When you got to the pile of barrels in the basement, Charlie pulled you in for a tight hug.

“See you in the morning?”

“Of course I will. I heard Slytherin has a new keeper who’s really talented,” you told him, looking up at his freckled face.

“I heard Gryffindor’s seeker is really talented, attractive too,” he quipped.

“Butterbeer on me if Gryffindor wins?” Charlie answered by pressing his lips to yours.

“You have yourself a deal.”

“Goodnight, Charlie,” you said, stepping away from him and tapping on a barrel to reveal the tunnel to your common room.

“Goodnight, (y/n),” he said with a wink. He watched you leave until the door was closed, then began his journey upstairs to Gryffindor tower.

You were not expecting to see anyone in the common room, so you were a bit surprised when you were confronted with someone rising from an armchair. However, when your eyes landed on their brightly colored hair you couldn’t keep yourself from sighing.

“You were out late,” Tonks said smugly.

“It was an accident, and then we got caught by Filch and then had to see Dumbledore,” you recounted, heading towards the door that led to your dormitory. Tonks followed you, her face set in determination.

“We?” You didn’t have to turn around to know your friend was wiggling her eyebrows.

“Who do you think?”

“Sneaking around after hours with Prefect Charlie Weasley. I didn’t know you had it in you to be naughty, (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes as you started getting dressed for bed.

“We were just out on the grounds and lost track of time, there was no sneaking involved,” you told her as you curled up in bed with your worn copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them in hand.

“Don’t lie to me, (y/n), I know you were in the forest, where we’re not allowed to go.”

“How do you know?”

“You have leaves in your hair,” your roommate smirked from her bed across the room. Your hand flew to your head, combing through your locks until you found the small leaves she was talking about.

“I can’t believe Charlie didn’t tell me. I had a whole conversation with Dumbledore like this,” you were exasperated.

“Charlie probably thinks it’s hot or something,” Tonks laid back onto her pillows.

“He probably just didn’t notice. We tend to be outside together a lot, it’s not the first time I’ve had leaves in my hair,” you slid your book onto your nightstand, giving up any hope of reading.

“Are you going to the quidditch match tomorrow?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss a match Charlie’s playing in even if there was a dragon hanging out on the grounds.”

“Bullocks, even Charlie would miss a match he was supposed to be playing in if there was a dragon around. You two would be oogling over it.”

Tonks was right, and you knew it.

“Ok, ok, you’re right. Anyways, yes I’m going to be at the match tomorrow. Are you going to come with me?”

“As your date? Don’t tell Charlie, he might get jealous that our love is stronger than his,” she teased.

“Sure, you can be my date,” you rolled your eyes. You heard Tonks sigh happily from the other side of the room. For a moment she was quiet, and you knew exactly where her mind was.

“You’ll find a real date to go to quidditch matches with soon,” you said.

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re Tonks. When you know what you want you go and get it. You’re going to find someone who makes you stop and think for a second, and then you’re going to jump in with two feet like you always do. It’ll happen.”

“I just thought it might happen here, like it did with you and Charlie.”

“Charlie and I getting together was a fluke. There’s a whole world of people out there. The person you end up with could be ten years older than us, there’s no way of knowing until we’re really out there.”

“How are you so good at this?”

“Good at what?” Tonks paused for a moment, forming her words.

“Knowing what people need to hear and having everything all figured out.”

“Spend a lot of time observing, I guess. People aren’t much different than magical creatures.”

“If I were a magical creature I’d be a demiguise.” Tonks’ voice was soft in the darkness of the room.

“If I were a magical creature I’d be a-“

“A dragon, I know,” your roommate cut you off, “goodnight, (y/n).”

“Goodnight,” you sing-songed back to her, a sleepy grin tugging at your lips as you settled into your pillow.

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krreader · 6 years ago

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BTS scenario → telling you they don’t want the child you’re expecting - the aftermath.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: language genre: angst ; fluff previous: x

a/n: there it is bb, I hope you like it!!!

kim seokjin

You and him haven't had a proper conversation for about a month now, the fight in which he had told you he wished you weren't pregnant still lingering in the air.

Jin had apologized for it, had bought you presents, had cooked meals for you, but nothing that usually did the trick, worked. So he soon realized that what you wanted was space.

And that's what he gave you.

Until..-

“Jagi?”

Jin woke up, brushing the sleep out of his eyes when he felt you cuddle against his back.

“I miss you,” you whispered.

He immediately turned around and blinked at you through the darkness, then he let out a heavy sigh and reached out to touch your cheek, “I miss you too, Jagi. And I'm so sorry for what I said.”

“I know,” you were done being upset over this.

Your child would arrive soon and you wanted you and your husband to look forward to it together.

“I promise I'll never say anything like that again.. especially because it's not even true,” his hand wandered to your belly, a big smile now on his face, “I can't wait to meet our baby, Jagi. I swear.”

“I know,” you said again, a smile as bright as his forming on your face.

min yoongi

“Wait.. February?” Yoongi's eyes widened as he saw the schedule for their tour, “You said we'd be done by then..”

“We added a few more due to high demand,” Bang PD replied, leaning back in his chair, “Why? What's in February?”

Yoongi knew he lost the right to care the moment he walked out of the apartment and left you behind. He knew that he had made a mistake only a week later, but it was already too late. You ignored his calls, texts and never opened the door when he tried to see you.

Now it's been more than two months and he knew you had meant what you had said.

“(Y/N).. is due in February.”

The room immediately went silent, all of them knowing what had happened between you and him at this point.

“She left, Yoongi. She said she didn't want to see you anymore. So you being gone during that time is probably best for you anyways.. it'll get your mind off things.”

“But what if she needs me? What if I'm not there then?”

“Listen,” Bang leaned forward, an understanding look on his face, “I'll let her know, okay? I'll tell her that you'll be gone and I'll give her numbers she can call in case of an emergency, so that whatever she needs, she can get. Deal?”

It wasn't what he wanted, but it was better than nothing.

What surprised him, however, was that about a month before you were due, he got a text saying: “You think you could come over for an hour or so? Would like to talk again..”

You were as stubborn as him, but you didn't want to bring a baby into this world without at least talking to the father again properly.

Whatever would happen between you and Yoongi, you wanted to be on speaking terms again.

For the sake of the kid..

jung hoseok

“Please, I just need to know that she's safe,” Hoseok begged your best friend to give him an answer, to know that you were okay.

“She's alright,” she said through the phone, closing the door behind her, “Well, I mean not alright, but she's.. safe.”

Hoseok let out a breath he had been holding and nodded. This was good.. at least you were okay.. in a way..

“And.. how is she?”

“Heartbroken. Lonely. Scared,” he heard her sigh deeply, before lowering her voice, “I don't claim to know what it's like to be an idol and what you go through on the daily, but come on, Hoseok. She's the mother of your unborn child, you need to get your priorities straight..”

“Fuck, I know that! But she doesn't respond to my calls and..- please, just tell her I need her to come home. Tell her I'll pick her up tomorrow, whatever is best. I just need her to come back.”

It wasn't as easy as that for you, because what you wanted and needed at the moment was space, as much as that hurt you simultaneously.

So you waited another month before you came back and you made it clear that Hoseok knew this was his last and only chance.

If he fucked up again, you were gone for good.

kim namjoon

“Listen, you need to get rid of this stuff, it's been three years,” Yoongi sighed heavily as he stood in the nursery that Namjoon had once set up for his child, “She's too old for all of this anyways, even if (Y/N) does come back at one point.”

“She won't come back,” Namjoon said with remorse in his voice, “She told me she wouldn't and she won't. I know her too well for that, she's too stubborn. And why should she? I was the one that told her I didn't want the baby..”

“But you didn't mean it.”

“Doesn't matter now..”

Yoongi and everyone else around Namjoon knew that it wasn't getting easier. He missed you. He missed his daughter that he has never even met.. and he would continue to do so for the rest of his life.

And because Namjoon felt like all hope was lost, it was Yoongi that ended up visiting you a couple weeks later.

“He needs you, (Y/N),” he said honestly, looking at the three year old girl drawing on the floor next to him, “He needs her.”

“He made his choice. And I made mine,” you replied, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I know you too well, sweetheart. There is a reason everyone always said you and I are like twins,” he reached over the table to hold your hand, looking directly into your eyes, “Call him. Meet up with him and at least let him meet the girl.. he regrets it every single day of his life and if he could turn back time, he would. And I know you regret it all too, you wish you would have handled it differently as well. So please, for the love of god, you both need to get your heads out of your asses and finally put this bullshit aside.”

Your daughter's head whipped, looking at Yoongi with a frown, “That was a bad word!”

“Well, if you're lucky,” he knelt down next to her and ruffled her hair, watching you get up and walk over to your phone a moment later, “You'll meet your five uncles very soon who will teach you a lot more of those words.”

park jimin

Your relationship wasn't the same anymore.. not since he told you he didn't want to be the father of your baby.

It was as if you were keeping your distance now, afraid that he would say another thing like that which would only result in your heart breaking all over again.

It was only when your water broke that it seemed to suddenly change again.

You were freaking out, mainly because Jimin wasn't here but at an award show.

You had called his manager and hoped he would pass it on, but fully expected to be alone during the birth of your son.

Not the case.

“Am I too late?!” he burst through the door only thirty minutes later, with you not even having began pushing.

“You came,” you said with a relieved, but exhausted smile.

“Of course I came!” your husband took off his jacket and sat down on the bed with you, one of his hands cupping your cheek before leaning down to kiss your forehead, “This is our son, (Y/N). Our baby boy. And I wouldn't miss this for the world.”

Funny how he had been so unsure about everything, but the second he heard you were in labor, everything changed.

The only thing on his mind now was you and his son.

You two were the only people that mattered.

kim taehyung

You had gone shopping this morning, Taehyung already having left for work when you had woken up.

You had wanted to make yourself a bite to eat and then maybe clean the apartment a bit, but what you arrived to was an already cleaned flat and a grinning husband?

“What is this?”

“I cleaned.”

“I can see that,” you furrowed your eyebrows, “But why?”

“Because I had to,” he grabbed the grocery bags out of your hand and then pulled you into the direction of the room you had intended to be the nursery.

“What did you do?”

“I made my choice,” Tae said with a happy smile, pushing down the handle and revealing a furnished nursery that he must have finished while you were out, “And I can't wait to meet our daughter, (Y/N).”

You took a hesitant step into the room, looking around a bit, before turning your head to smile at Taehyung, a small tear escaping your eye because of how happy you were.

“I’m glad..”

jeon jeongguk

“What if I'll drop her?” he whispered, both of you lying on your sides in the middle of the night and telling each other what you were most afraid of after that massive fight of yours a couple of hours ago.

“I'll catch her,” you replied, “What if I don't feed her enough?”

“I'll remind you.”

It was probably stupid, but it helped you. To know that you had the other one to support you while you were both so fucking anxious.

You wanted this baby, but at the same time it was like you weren't ready..

..but then again, who really was?

“Do you really think we can do this?”

“As long as we're together,” you reached out to touch his cheek, your fingertips brushing over the soft skin, “We can do anything.. even raise a baby.”

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thebiasrekkers · 5 years ago

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Way To You

For the @btswriterscorner - Amor Fabula Launch Project in celebration of the month of Valentine’s Day!

Plot: Taehyung is happy with his life because that’s how he’s supposed to feel. He lives his life by routine to the minute. In the new world order, love is a dangerous emotion - and therefore illegal. That’s perfectly fine - until the lingering ‘dreams’ of a strange woman throw him out of sync. Mostly because that woman isn’t his wife.

Rating: M // NSFW

Genre: dystopian! au/dystopian themes | angst | smut | fluff if you squint

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female OC (Tempest Estrellado)

Warnings: Strong language, interracial relationship, mentions of drugs, blood, main character injury, implied smut

Word Count: 2,886

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“Can we stay like this forever?” She always asked him this after. Their bodies drying in a cool summer breeze through an open window. Their limbs tangled and he could feel her breath against the skin of his neck. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulders. Taehyung kept his eyes closed, living within the sounds and sensations around him. His fingers could trace the colony of goosebumps on her skin. He could smell the heat of her so close. The faint sweet, salty mix of their love lingered on his lips turning upward into a dreamy smile. The rumble of his laugh deep and sensual caused her to smile.

He could always remember her eyes - they were unique. Leonine. A golden-amber concoction, a genetic mutation that added something wild to the already fierce attitude within that petite form.

His mouth formed her name, but he could never hear it. She tilted her gaze to his face as his fingers slid along her jaw.

He’d always say something - it was something that he knew he shouldn’t be saying. But, they said it to each other. They said it freely.

Then there was always pain that seared his mind.

Then the alarm would ring and it would be forgotten again.

5:30 am.

Wake up.

5:45 am.

Shower.

6 am.

Coffee. Toast. Protein bar.

6:15 am

Run 4 miles.

7 am.

Shower again. Protein bar. Protein Shake.

7:15 am.

Lock the door.

7:55 am

Arrive at work. Clock in.

8 am.

To say that Taehyung was methodical was to point out the obvious. He always showed up minutes early to work, making sure the office was lit and inviting. As inviting as their line of work was, anyway. He stared at a stack of folders on his desk. They never seemed to shrink, these stacks. Names, faces, and pertinent information lined flimsy manila folders.

It was time to gather candidates to increase the population.

He sipped a cup of coffee as the voices began to filter into the office. Taehyung carried the stack of folders to the meeting room nearby. A presentation loaded as he stood in the corner.

“Good morning, everyone. We’ve compiled the candidates for this year.” Everyone settled in their seats.

He talked numbers and statistics for almost 3 hours.

“Any other questions?” The room was silent as the lights brightened. “Alright, you know what to do.” They all stood with a nod in his direction before they filed out of the room.

12 pm.

Lunch and coffee in his office.

5 pm.

Debriefing with The Council liaison.

7 pm.

Lock up and head home.

8 pm.

Late Dinner.

“Taehyung, dinner is in the oven. I have to report to R&D tonight.” A female voice spoke softly as he walked into his home.

“I suppose it cannot be helped. Do be careful, April. Things have been slightly tense in the riot zone.” He hung up his jacket as his ‘Wife’ slid hers on. She offered a slight smile as she grabbed her badge.

“Rest well, Taehyung.” A brief touch on his shoulder. Like a dear friend wishing another friend well.

10 pm.

Sleep.

“Taehyung! Seriously! You’re slow as molasses.” A voice taunted him, a petite figure outlined in front of him. He could feel himself licking his lips. An eagerness, an urgency to get his hands on her.

She was teasing him. She knew better than to tease him. He felt heat fire through his veins. The world was so bright and vibrant. There was the crash of water, the air salty like the...sea?

The ocean - the moon was full. Full like he hadn’t seen it in ages. When was the last time the sky looked like this?

He called her name and she turned around, her full lips tilted upward in a smile. She reached behind her back tugging at the string of a bikini top. Turning away from him as it fell down her arms. He heard a sound, like an animal nearby.

He realized it was him. He growled as the sight of skin glowing under the moonlight fueled him further. It was like time sped forward and he saw her face beneath him. Their bodies intertwined, her face scrunched in orgasmic bliss as she purred. He was losing his mind, he could swear he felt her around him.

The sound of the ocean was like a lullaby as their voices crescendoed and they cried out freely. She dug her fingers into his back and dragged them across his shoulder blades. He roared as he exploded inside of her.

Time went funny as they lay together, again, on the sands. Her face obscured as she leaned over him. She smiled down at him, saying something. She called him...something. The world began to fizzle as exhaustion washed over him.

“We could stay like this forever, querido.”

The pain was stronger this time.

5:31 am

Turn the alarm off.

Taehyung clawed at the throbbing pain in his skull. He stumbled to the bathroom, reaching for the vitamins April reminded him constantly not to forget. He swallowed them down with a glass of water.

He winced as the pain throbbed behind his eye. His hands gripped the sink until his knuckles were white.

It took ten minutes for the pain to subside.

Taehyung saw the reflection in the mirror and hardly recognized it. There were bags under bloodshot eyes. He splashed cold water on his face. He stripped down to jump into a hot spray of water. He stood there for fifteen minutes letting the water loosen his muscles.

“What the hell was that?”

Flashes of dreams kept creeping into his mind, the pain increased each time he tried to access them.

7:27 am

Hasty breakfast.

7:58 am

Barely makes it ‘early’.

8:05 am

Two cups of coffee as he grabs the stack of folders for today’s patients.

“Good morning, everyone. We’ve compiled the candidates for today.” Everyone settled in their seats.

There was a new face today. It was scary how all heads turned in her direction. She adjusted the glasses on her face as she stood.

“I’ll be working with your department as the liaison from the Medical Division starting today.” She approached Taehyung with a hand extended. “My name is Tempest Estrellado.”

She looked up at him ...leonine eyes. Taehyung’s brow twitched momentarily as he accepted her hand. “Ms. Estrellado, a pleasure. I look forward to our continued success.” He held her hand for one second more than he should have. “If you please take your seat?” She offered a curt nod before settling in her seat. Tae cleared his throat, clapped for the lights to dim.

Taehyung paced around the table slowly as he flipped between screens. Numbers, percentages, and her eyes are so bright even in the low light. He shook his head as he found himself staring at the top of her head.

The peek of collarbone caused his lips to part as two people spoke on some extra bit of information just made available. His thoughts suddenly wandered to the delicate fingers tapping on the keypad of her tablet.

“Mr. Kim…” Someone calling him had his gaze snapping upward. The young tech from R&D tilted her head. “...your thoughts, sir?”

“Ah, right. If we run into the same rabid sequences as last year? Protocol as normal unless we get clearance to combine genetic materials. It is still a curious matter for The Council if proper citizens can come from Rebel couplings.” He waved a hand moving toward the front of the room.

“Any other questions?” The room was silent as the lights brightened. “Alright, you know what to do.” They all stood with a nod in his direction before they filed out of the room.

1 pm

Lunch.

1:30 pm

“Mr. Kim.” A voice caused him to look up from his desk.

“Yes, Ms. Estrellado?” He wiped his mouth, cleared his hands and stood. An arm spread to offer her the seat in front of his desk.

She wore her hair in a ponytail, slicked back. Its length easily the middle of her back. She was petite - even for what he was used to. She was maybe 5’5 outside of the two-inch heels she wore, that is.

“...so I’m going to need a space to work. I hope you don’t mind?” She arched a brow as he shook his head again.

“Uh, n-no. That’s not a problem. The office next to me is quite large. I’ll have it ready for you tomorrow, should that suffice?” He maintained his professionalism as she offered that slight smile.

“Splendid.” She stood offering her hand once more. “I’ll be heading to collect my things - I’ll be here bright and early.”

They shook hands.

She left his office, and he found himself sagging against his desk.

The pain ringing like a bell in his ears.

Promise me, Taehyung. No matter what. Promise.

He shook his head violently as he settled back at his desk. It seemed like he stared at nothing until his phone rang.

“This is Mr. Kim.” A receptionist pleasantly announced his Wife calling.

“Taehyung.” April spoke, that pleasant friendly tone, “...are you alright?” His brow furrowed as she asked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You didn’t eat your protein bar this morning. That’s unlike you.” He could detect the stirring of worry.

“Ah, I had a bit of a headache this morning.” He sighed quietly.

That worry seemed to turn into something...else. “Did you take your vitamins, Taehyung? You know how important it is for you to take your vitamins.”

There was something almost cold, ominous in her tone. His brow furrowed deeply as he answered her, making sure the hesitation was absent from his voice. “Of course, April. I took them immediately when I woke up. I was quite fine after a shower. I think I was just alarmed at the one minute tardy. I assure you, I’m fine.”

There was a long, thick silence before she spoke again. Her tone was light and friendly once more. “I’m sure it was jarring, Taehyung. Just let me know if you feel strange, alright?”

He forced himself to smile, so it filtered through into his voice. “Of course, April. I need to stay late tonight. We have a new colleague who’ll be using the empty office. I’d like to have it ready for her use.”

“Of course, Taeyung. You’re not the only ones busy. I will leave dinner for you. Have a good night, Taehyung.”

“Of course, April. You do the same.” The line goes dead but he still holds the phone aloft. It’s almost a full minute before he placed the handset onto its base. There was that bothersome echo in the back of his mind again.

It was exhaustion - wasn’t it?

10:37 pm

Nails on a chalkboard. That was the sound of the heavy furniture sliding across the floor. Tae had removed his jacket and dress shirt. His white t-shirt had slightly grayed from cleaning the other office. He worked quietly adjusting the office to spec. There was a certain placement for all of the furniture in the office. They all looked the same, even when facing different directions.

11: 32 pm

Taehyung grunted as he dropped a box onto the floor. He rotated his shoulder to work out the strange soreness. It was unusual for him to suffer such strains. “Mm, I didn’t have much to eat today.” He sighed. That conversation with April caused his brow to furrow. He glanced at his watch with a deeper sigh. He didn’t understand that sudden change in her demeanor. He didn’t understand why he felt the need to keep up appearances. There had been no reason to be dishonest with her.

She was his wife. She was also a medical researcher. She would have understood his symptoms, right? April would have offered some kind of solution, right?

Why am I thinking about this so hard? Taehyung pushed to stand. One more cup of coffee would give him the energy he needed to push through. That’s what he believed. The office was a strange place at night. There were a few occasions that warranted his presence in the office so late. He shouldered into the break room, pulling the fridge open in the darkness. The light seemed eerie as perfectly situated rows of water and milk lined the shelves. There were fruits and vegetables in the drawers. Small bags of freshly cooked proteins.

He reached for one of each, plus a bottle of water. He waited those few extra minutes to brew a small pot of coffee. His hand scrunched over the tops of the bags holding the food. The other held a hot cup of caffeine against his face.

1:48 am

Exhausted.

Taehyung was exhausted and he couldn’t explain why this sensation caused something to spark inside of him. He sprawled on the floor, making sure not to disturb the exact precision of his work. His eyes closed as he paid attention to the thundering in his ears. The tightness in his chest as he fought for more air.

Why did this interest him so? Why did it seem suddenly...familiar?

“I shouldn’t have had that extra coffee.” His voice was gruff as he drifted into sleep. Just a small nap, just a moment to close his eyes and rest.

The sky was bright, fiery - hot.

“Taehyung!” She called him her hand extended as he pulled himself up from the ground. “We have to get out of here.” Those leonine eyes were hard and filled with determination. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest.

The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth causing him to spit. The sound of gunfire echoed above their heads. They returned to fire on opposite sides hiding behind the shattered pieces of building near them.

“We have to make a run for it.” He told her. She frowned but hardened her gaze with a nod. They were sitting ducks this way. Taehyung reached out and grabbed her hand - there was a break in the fire. Then they ran - hard.

“We have to find a way to meet up with the resistance, Tae!” The female’s voice was loud over the sound of violence around them.

“We have to live through this first!” He growled pulling her in front of him as he spun around a corner. “Listen to me, we …” His hands framed a set of tiny shoulders, holding them firm. “...we need to split up.”

And as he anticipated, “No. NO! Fuck no, Tae! Tae that’s madness! We can’t!”

“LISTEN TO ME.” He shook her harder feeling his brow crease. He didn’t like it. He abhorred the idea of being away from her. But this new world order gave them no option. They had to find their way to the Rebels that would help them. “Please, I beg you. Please, we have to split here. I’ll draw their fire. You have to run. I promise you, I’ll find you.”

He hated it. He hated seeing those rare eyes filled with tears. He hated seeing that strength seep from her. “Please.” He framed her face as their foreheads touched. She grabbed his wrists squeezing her eyes shut.

“Don’t you die, Taehyung.” The female took a shuddering breath as her tears fell over his fingers. “Do you hear me? Don’t you fucking die. I will find you.” She dug half-moon indentations into his arm as their lips smashed together for the last time. He could feel his tears burning hot craters against his cheeks.

“Go ____..” He croaked as she sobbed quietly. She finally pulled away running toward a thicket of bushes. Taehyung felt himself hyperventilating as he held his weapon tight. He wanted to run after her. He wanted to scream for her to stay where she was. He swallowed his cowardice as he moved beyond the cover to open fire on the enemy.

I won’t die.

He pushed toward the open field, drawing their attention to him. Searing pain radiated on his left side, causing him to take a knee. The world was silent as the sky seemed to come to meet him - or he met it?

The weightlessness of the world was apparent as the blue of the sky filled his eyes. The fiery blast sent him, others, and debris hurtling to the sky. He heard the crack of his body as he landed on his spine.

The tears filled his eyes as the world crumbled around him. He made a promise. “I’m sorry…” Taehyung coughed blood in spurts as his world began to fade to black.

Taehyung. He could hear her voice even as his body pulled him into the darkness.

Taehyung, wake up! It was her. He was sure of it.

I want to go back to her. I want to go back to her!

Taehyung!

He sat up grabbing the arm that shook him from his slumber. His eyes wide as their close proximity gave them both pause. “T-Tempest?” There was worry etched across her face. He could feel her pulse racing under his hand.

They both glanced at their connected skin - and Taehyung saw the time.

7:52 am

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