#is it possible for any of these wrapped ask games to not include at least one oneus song? apparently not

[tired-iris]

8, 41, and 86 for the song + lyric <3

8. Come Back Home - Oneus

Same prayer every day, filled with tears/ I can’t reach you/Please come back home

(everything about this song is so dramatic, I love it)

41. Regulus - Onewe

I want you to stay the way you are/under the star-studded night sky/until the moon sets and the dawn shines on you

(this was really hard to choose, there's many pretty lines)

86. Irresistible - Fall Out Boy

Try to say live, live and let live/But I'm no good, good at lip-service/except when they're yours, mi amor/I'm coming for you and I'm making war

(I've been obsessed with this line for years now, unsure why, but it's just great)

send me a number between 1-101 and i'll give you the corresponding song from my wrapped playlist and my fave lyric

[explorevenus]

dessert before dinner ♡ gale dekarios x f!reader

nsfw (18+) - minors DNI or i will call the cops and also ur mom

word count - 4.3k

description - domestic life with you has turned gale into a big softie, in more ways than one-- he's already got the dad bod, why wait for the baby to match?

aka dad bod malewife gale wants to knock u up :3

tags/warnings - dad bod gale w mild self esteem issues at the beginning but he gets over it, technically bg3 spoilers ig (takes place post-game), food mentions, praise, p in v, creampie, breeding kink but fluffy cus gale is sappy, inappropriate use of the Weave, inappropriate use of mage hand

a/n - this piece was commissioned by my LOVELY LOVELY SWEET BABY ANGEL @d10nyx WHO DESERVES EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD AND MORE AND IS SUCH A FUCKIN SAINT FOR BEING SO PATIENT FOR THIS ;n; pls go check out her work i adore her so bad

also just as a note b4 i get One Billion Asks about it for posting this-- i am not abandoning 'something permanent' nor am i abandoning writing for resident evil just bc i am posting one singular bg3 fic !!!!!!!!!! might seem obvious but i just wanted to get ahead of it bc i'm paranoid and have seen it happen to other ppl ;~;

my masterlist ♡

fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy ;w;

-venus ♡

Life post-Netherbrain softened Gale Dekarios in many ways. 

Some of the most obvious ways included the relief of tension that came with no longer bearing the weight of the world on his back, ridding himself of the curse that plagued so many of his living years, and finally being able to settle down back home in Waterdeep. 

But if you asked Gale, the one thing that softened him the most was you. You, you, you. Ever since the moment you tugged him out of that collapsing portal, everything Gale did was for you, and by the looks of it, that wouldn’t be changing anytime soon. 

Stability was something Gale hadn’t had in a long time, and while he wouldn’t exactly call running around Faerun fighting deities and monsters and people alike ‘stability,’ he could at the very least find that stability in you. Every battle, every brutal journey through the swamp or the Astral Plane or the wreckage of Baldur’s Gate, you were right there with him. 

And now you were home. 

Home had long since become anywhere with you, of course, but now you were really home, back in Waterdeep with Gale and his family and his beloved Tara, and what’s more, you had his last name. You were truly his and he was truly yours, in every possible sense. With his days spent teaching the art of illusion magic to the next generation of hopeful mages and his evenings spent returning home to his precious wife, Gale wasn’t sure it would be scientifically possible for him to be any happier, let alone any more fortunate. 

Gale was in the kitchen preparing dinner when you returned home, having spent the afternoon handling a few errands and wandering about the city. It always came as a delight for him to see you exploring his hometown in the same ways he did growing up, discovering all the neat little oddities and secrets that lay beneath the unassuming surface. 

He turned over his shoulder to face you at the sound of the door creaking open and then clicking shut, a smitten grin tugging at his face already. The sight of his beloved would never cease to fluster him, after all. 

“There she is,” Your handsome wizard greeted warmly, “The lovely and– might I say, stunningly beautiful– Princess of Waterdeep.” 

Just like that, you were blushing too, approaching to wrap your arms around him at the waist from behind, pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder, affectionately roaming every inch of him you could get your hands on with a gentle touch. 

Yes, life post-Netherbrain softened Gale Dekarios in many ways, and his figure was no exception.

It was no secret Gale had an appreciation for the little indulgences in life, like rich wine and too many sweets, alarm clocks shut off when they really shouldn’t be, cozy bedding and plush furniture and hearty ‘marry me’ dinners. But, luxuries like that were rather few and far between when the two of you were on the road, and long days of traveling by foot and fighting to survive made for great exercise at the time. 

Suffice it to say, having a stable home and living without being under the constant threat of death meant you weren’t quite as active as you used to be. With time, his cheeks filled out a little more, and his clothes became a bit snug as lean muscle gave way to plush flesh. His skin glowed. He looked relaxed and nourished, he looked healthy, and you couldn’t get enough of him if you tried. 

Your wandering hands did make him a little timid in the moment, however– he hadn’t put on a concerning amount of extra padding by any means, but still, this new look was taking some getting used to. 

“Quite alright, my love?” Gale asked with a soft laugh as your hands came to rest at his hips, your kisses trailing up the side of his neck. His skin was glowing warm beneath your attention. 

“Mhm,” You hummed innocently, nodding, your hands sliding forward to feel along the delicate roundness of his belly through his shirt. “I just missed you today, dearest, and you look so delightful. I have half a mind to talk you into dessert before dinner, hm?” 

Your beloved husband was well and truly burning up now, stuttering over whatever he had going on the stove and very much considering abandoning it in favor of bending you over the countertop, but something made him hesitate. 

With a bashful laugh, as though he were trying to play it off, Gale replied, “Right, well, I suppose I could use the exercise.” 

Your brows furrowed with confusion and you glanced up at him over his shoulder, trying to read his expression. He said that so casually, like he didn’t think anything of it, and it broke your heart a little bit. 

“For all it may be worth, I think you look divine,” You said, face straight and meaning every word of it. Even if Gale was trying to laugh it off, it wasn’t a joke to you. Quietly, you added, “I would argue a bit of fluff suits you well, my darling.” 

Thankfully Gale tended to be rather easily convinced by you. 

His posture relaxed a little bit, and now the laugh that puffed out from between his lips was noticeably more genuine. “Perhaps it’s about time we put ‘a bit of fluff’ on you. I fear my mother will lose her head soon if I don’t.” 

You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes with playful curiosity. “Your mother? And what concern is that of hers, hm?”

“Only the same concern of every mother, dearest,” He grinned as though it were obvious, “Grandbabies.” 

This response of his gave you pause. Gale’s mother hadn’t exactly been quiet about her desire for grandchildren since the day you met her, but she’d never gone too far, never pestered you to the point of being uncomfortable, and never made it out to be particularly urgent– you wondered if perhaps she’d been less patient on the topic with Gale. 

Your pause had a lot less to do with the pressure to please his mother and a lot more to do with the undeniable fact that the thought of Gale fucking a baby into you made your knees go weak. You weren’t even sure you were breathing for a moment, until it occurred to you that you’d been quiet for too long and any further hesitation to respond could be taken the wrong way. 

Clearing your throat softly, you continued the playful banter, “I think my earlier suggestion stands to remedy that concern as well, no? Dessert before dinner?” 

What you didn’t know was that Gale had been thinking about this a lot more often than he was letting on. Sure, the pestering of his baby-crazy relatives was one factor, but more than anything, the safety and security he’d felt in the year since you’d married had him throwing himself into the romantics of domesticity with abandon. When you first met, he never imagined such a future would be possible for him. The chaos and uncertainty that came along with defeating the Absolute brought death far closer than most people would see the other side of, and yet you made it. 

Against all odds, hand-in-hand, you still made it. And every night since your wedding, as you tucked into bed alongside one another, he dreamt of you glowing with the radiance of motherhood. He didn’t want to pressure you– after everything that had happened, it felt like a lot to ask of you to also bear his child, like that might be pushing his luck… though you had all but just confirmed your interest with that last remark, and that didn’t make it past him. 

Gale turned off the stove so as not to burn the masterpiece he’d been cooking before turning around to face you, his broad hands coming up to cradle your face. The look he gave you was intensely romantic and almost vulnerable, his eyes gazing deep down into your own as he asked, “My darling, do you know how long I’ve yearned to make you a mother?” 

Your heart was hammering now, warmth creeping up your cheeks as you found yourself unable to break eye contact, not that you wanted to anyway. Bashfully, your hands came to rest upon his soft shoulders, feeling his own heart pulsing away in his chest, his cheeks going rosy with the same warmth. There was always a certain synchronicity between you and Gale. 

Voice lowering to a near whisper, the emotion behind your words just as strong, you replied, “How long?” 

The look he gave you was tender and reverent. Your husband clicked his tongue and smiled at the floor before cupping your jaw in his two strong hands, meeting your eyes once again. Tone rich with sincerity, he began, “Back in the Grove, seeing you with all the little Tieflings… a lot of people would have disregarded them as scoundrels, but not you, my darling. 

“You embraced their mischief– not only embraced it, but nurtured it. Refined it. You treated them with patience and respect, and you didn’t look down upon them, you kneeled to their level. At every turn, you protected them, but you never patronized them. You learned just as much from them as they learned from you.” 

He paused for a moment, thumbs stroking over your flushed cheeks, his own skin burning just as hot. Pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, Gale continued, “I’m sure you can imagine how that sent off the train of thought. For the longest time, I bit it back. It felt like a pipe dream, and I didn’t want to kid myself– I’ve done enough of that for two lifetimes. But then the Netherbrain fell, the Absolute released her iron grip on the commonwealth of Faerun, and what’s more, you accepted my hand in marriage. 

“The first morning I woke up next to you in the safety of our marital bed, it didn’t feel like such a distant reality anymore. There you were right before me, and in my mind’s eye, you were bathed in the golden glow of dawn and fertility, your nightgown clinging to your divine, ripening figure. Ever since that moment, the image of you with child has dominated my every waking thought. I crave it like the sweetest wine, my heart, to see you become plump and radiant with motherhood.” 

Leave it to Gale to so easily render you weak in the knees with his poetics. The way he described it, you could see it too. You could see the silk of your nightgown becoming snug around your middle as your belly would come to rise like pastry, you could see the vein in Gale’s brow tense while he would struggle to put a crib together. You could see your grocery lists growing to include nappies and baby food, you could see a space at the dining table occupied by a high chair. 

He was right, it didn’t feel distant at all. It felt so close you could taste it, the veil between this reality and that one now paper thin, like a cobweb you could just blow away. 

Before you could think up a response, he was speaking again, his tone delicate and low, “Just imagine it, dearest. A child born of you and I would have the purest connection to the Weave imaginable, and you would make a gorgeous mother… You know I adore you always, but I must confess, I’m not sure I would be able to leave you be, seeing you like that. It might just require the strength of a thousand men to pry me away.” 

You puffed out a laugh, your face and the tips of your ears burning with bashfulness. Leaning forward to hide your face away in his soft chest, you teased, “So it wasn’t your mother who put you up to this?” 

“Ah, I’m afraid not, my darling,” He cracked a grin, planting a smooch to the crown of your head. “At least not entirely. This was a hole I dug the both of us into largely on my own, I’ll admit.” 

His hands slid down to rest upon your hips, and for a moment, you just held each other like that. It felt cozy, it felt comfortable, like time itself had paused around you. In all your days, no one but Gale could make you feel like that so consistently. You almost wondered if there might be some subtle illusion magic at play in moments like these, but you knew all too well that Gale’s charm had very little to do with the Weave– he was just like that, and you were all the more fortunate for it. 

Gale’s hold on your hips tightened in an affectionate squeeze before his arms were snaking around you, one at your lower back and one where your thighs met your bottom. He lifted you from your feet and spun you around to face the other way, propping you up on the countertop in one smooth movement, the tightening front of his pants nestled right up against the crotch of your underwear through your dress. 

Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling, and he didn’t make it any easier for you to remember how to breathe when his next move was to stoop his head down and smother your throat with languid kisses. 

“Gale,” You gasped, hips rutting forward to knock into his own, your head spinning as the distinct outline of his arousal grinded right up against your clit. “Gods above, you’re going to be the death of me…” 

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest at your accusation, his teeth nipping playfully at your pulse point before he spoke against your skin, “Always a flair for dramatics with you, my beloved bride… though if that should turn out to be true, then you’d die how you lived; ravished, revered and adored by your most loyal wizard.” 

Just as soon as he’d put you there, Gale was plucking you up from the countertop again, and while it was your immediate assumption that he was going to carry you off to the bedroom, it would seem he didn't even have the patience for that. Your back hit the dining table with a gentle thud, though the ever mindful wizard braced the back of your head gracefully with an oven mitt just in time. 

You dissolved into a fit of squirms, giggles, and quiet yelps as his lips and teeth met your neck in a display of needy attention, his fingertips crackling with magic as they found their way up beneath the skirt of your dress. Grip printing into your hips, he dragged you back until your clothed cunt was flush with his bulge again, and the electric shock of pleasure that rang through you in response threatened to knock the wind out of you. 

Gale wouldn't, you thought to yourself, surely he wouldn't enchant his-- 

He tilted your chin up with his knuckle, a brutally smug grin plastered on his rosy face as your eyes met again. "Are you with me, dearest?" His thumb came forward to stroke over the plush of your bottom lip, almost pulling it into a pout himself. 

"Yeah," You shivered, nodding without even really thinking about it. You couldn't even bring yourself to poke fun at him for that like you might have otherwise. "Did you--" 

"Shh," Gale cooed, untying the laces of his trousers to relieve some of the pressure before he folded over you and rolled his hips forward again, caging you between the table and his warm, plush frame. The barrier between you was lesser now, and you felt it immediately.

He was radiating the Weave, delicate strands seeping through the thin fabric of your undergarments to kiss, lick, and tingle over your flesh. The sensation wasn't completely foreign-- taking a master wizard as a partner and lover for life naturally lent itself to inappropriate use of the arcane-- but no two intimate encounters with him were ever alike. Sometimes it made you wonder just how many of those hours he spent locked away in his tower were giving him ideas. 

In hardly any time at all you could feel yourself soaking through your panties, your hips rutting forward to chase him and your mind slipping away into a helpless little puddle of mush, and he had barely even touched you yet. It was all by design, of course-- he didn't want to get too cocky and risk wasting a drop of himself that could otherwise be getting you pregnant. 

Discarding his shirt and dragging your panties down with shaking hands, Gale groaned at the sight of your arousal, the extent of it. You were right drooling between your legs, pussy glistening with the very same juices that drenched and clung to your underwear. He couldn't help but dip two fingers between your silky folds to collect your nectar for himself. As soon as it hit his tongue he felt like he couldn't breathe. Your taste was creamy and sweet like icing, a flavor he wouldn't ever tire of even if it was the only thing he could ever have again. He could devour you for a lifetime and still hunger for eternity. 

"You're going to grow so beautifully," He said lowly, eyes half-lidded and his pupils blown wide as saucers. In you he saw nothing but the future. One hand shoving his pants and briefs down his thighs and the other planting itself upon your stomach, his cock sprang up to kiss the plump flesh of his own belly as he continued, "I will thank the divines for the remainder of my life that I should have the pleasure of watching you ripen with our fruit." 

You could have cried. Your bottom lip did wobble a little bit as you gazed up at him, choking up, and he stooped down to kiss you immediately. 

"None of that," He mumbled against your lips, dragging his stiff, weeping cock through your folds to keep you good and dizzy, every contact of his skin against yours still buzzing with the arcane. "I have you, okay? I have you. I love you. You're alright." 

Nodding in response, feeling the tears dry up right then and there, your lips parted in preparation to respond but all that came out was a deep, pleasured cry. Gale was sinking into your hole like he was made for you, stretching you open with slow, delicate thrusts, his breath heavy and lustful in your ear. 

Stuffing you full of himself until the head of him was threatening to kiss your cervix, Gale stilled for a moment, nipping at the shell of your ear before kissing your cheek affectionately and checking in with you, "Feeling good, my darling?" 

"Mhm," You nodded, and as soon as your approval registered to him, he began to move. 

Bliss. Pure and uncut bliss. That quiet little hum of approval quickly melted into staggered breaths and mewls, your hands finding purchase in kneading at the dough of his waist. You really couldn't get over how well the extra weight suited him, how perfectly it softened his edges and padded out the warmest parts of his physique. He was made for a body like this, a little bit round and squishy and sweet. You wanted to swallow him in one bite. 

Every stroke of his cock inside you felt like true euphoria, crackles and tingles of pleasure radiating outward from each and every nerve ending, and he felt it too. You could tell by the look on his face, the way his mouth hung open with deep, wanton moans, the way he shivered and stuttered with damn near every thrust. 

"G-Gale," You cried out, nails printing into his flesh as you tried to tug him down to you. 

Typically he would have obliged you without hesitation, but Gale had other plans at the moment. Bracing himself against the fine oak wood to the right side of your head, his other hand gripped at your thigh and angled your leg up with ease. Before you could register what he was about to do, he was already doing it. 

Folding you into a half mating press, he drove into you deep, the Weave sinking into your bloodstream with a staggering intensity that nearly made you scream. 

Swallowing your cries with his own lips, Gale kissed you just about as deeply as he was fucking you, his facial hair scratching and tickling at your cheeks as his silky tongue slipped over your own. Every knock of his hips against your own had the dining table rattling too, the walls of your marital home ringing with the sounds of sex, the obscene squelching of your pussy sucking him in, the needy whines and moans slipping from you both. 

You felt like you were on fire in the best possible way. Every square inch of your body was alight with lust and magic, your legs hooked around his hips to draw him even closer. The two of you could fuse together and you would still want to get closer. 

Soon enough, your throbbing clit was met with the unexpected pressure of arcane fingertips, measured strokes of a figure-eight over your swollen bud that coaxed you higher and higher and higher until you felt like you were weightless there on that table, lifting from it, your lips only parting from his own as your head fell back against the oven mitt in a desperate gasp for breath. 

That breath was almost immediately followed by a broken cry of his name, the stimulation causing your greedy cunt to clench and pulse around him, again, by design. Sinking down on his elbow so he could speak directly into your ear, his cock stroking so deeply into you that it nearly felt like it was prodding at your lungs, Gale groaned, "That's it, pup, there you are... Such pretty noises from my good girl, my darling little wife..." 

"I love you, I love you, I--" 

Cutting you off with a kiss, Gale replied, "I love you more, and I'll give you as many babies as it takes to prove it."

Your vision went white, thighs wrenching tight around his hips as you plummeted over the edge unlike ever before. It felt like traveling through a lightning bolt, your spine arching up into a fine point, your stomach pressing up against his own as he emptied his load inside you, mage hand still circling your puffy clit. 

Ropes and ropes of creamy seed flooded your hole until you were stuffed to the brim, leaving behind that delicious pressure that came along with being stretched so full. Your bottom half felt heavy as you fought to catch your breath beneath him, tears leaking from your dewy eyes. 

"N-No more, no more with the mage hand," You stammered, sucking in a sharp breath as its thumb and forefinger took your clit in a delicate pinch. 

Another second or two passed in which he continued to have his fun before deciding you'd had enough. The stimulation to your bud slowly ceased, but as he withdrew his softening sex from you, you quickly realized you didn't feel any less full. 

Brows knitting together, you squirmed and struggled to sit up, watching Gale turn his back to dampen a washcloth before returning to you, gently wiping the sweat from your brow and the slick from your inner thighs, brushing your hair away from your face reverently. "Shh, shh. Just sit still for a moment longer, alright? Let me get you cleaned up." 

He continued his gentle work until you were refreshed and sparkling before scooping you up from the dining table like a princess in his arms, carrying you off to the bedroom to get you both changed. 

It was only as the two of you entered the room and you caught sight of yourself in the floor-length mirror that you realized Gale's mage hand was still very much at work, its thick middle and ring fingers plugging you up nicely. Not a drop was wasted with the diligent digits blocking the way. 

Gale helped you out of your dress and into a soft nightgown, and in your exhaustion you were ready to just crash into bed for the night. Curling up atop the covers as Gale changed into loungewear of his own, you were about to fall asleep right then and there when he woke you with a loving grin. 

"Huh?" You mumbled, reaching up to rub your eyes, and as his own raked over the image of your beautiful body, he couldn't stop thinking about the many ways it would come to develop over the next several months. 

"We still haven't eaten, my love." 

You groaned, burying your face back into the bedding stubbornly. "But I'm tired..." 

"You were the one who wanted dessert before dinner, sweetest," He teased. "We've had our dessert, and now it's time for dinner. Besides, I thought we agreed to fluff you up a bit?"

A bashful smile tugging at your cheeks, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, huffing out, "Okay, okay, fine," reaching your arms out for him to carry you again, and you were so lucky he loved to baby you. 

Gale didn't hesitate to take you into his arms, your head nestled up against his chest as you returned to the kitchen together. He placed you gently down in a chair at the dining table before assessing what he'd left on the stove earlier. His 'masterpiece' was now ice cold and unappealing to him, and surely his darling wife deserved better than cold and unappealing. 

Turning over his shoulder to look at you, Gale asked you a question that you didn't think you'd ever hear him ask; "How about tavern food tonight?"

[limabean42]

Hi! I would like to request Ennui x Reader dating headcanons! :) Genuinely curious on how she’s like in a relationship.

☽ Being in a relationship with Ennui ☾

Thank you for requesting!

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• Ennui is very nonchalant

• So it took you by surprise when you found out that she was even capable of romantic feelings for anyone

• Originally, she didn’t even consider dating anyone because she could care less about most things besides her phone

• You were the only one she found bearable to be around constantly

• She enjoyed watching you

• Her main focus was still her phone of course but she would glance up from it every once in a while and immediately look for you

• Over time she would look up from her phone more and more and for longer periods of time

• She brushed it off because she didn’t really grasp the concept of romance

• You, however, were crushing hard on her and decided to confess

• You sat on the end of the couch she lays on and confessed

• Your confession took her by surprise and her eyes widened as she slowly began to shift her gaze from her phone to you

• You started to think that this was a mistake

• Her expression went back to normal as she said, “Sure, why not?”

• You were happy but didn’t think she seemed too into the idea. She still accepted though so she must have liked you at least partially

• At the beginning of your relationship she behaves as usual. Laying on the couch she claimed almost always on her phone and occasionally controlling the panel with it

• You would have to make most of the moves

• You sit on the couch with her and watch her play games on her phone. You guys watch TikToks together as well

• Her feelings aren’t very apparent to you so you just spend as much time with her as possible and hope that she loves you the same

• Considering she sits up on the couch to share her phone with you rather than laying down by herself she definitely does

• Eventually you end up kissing her cheek to comfort her after she loses a level of her game

• Her eyes widen again. When she realizes what just happened she relaxes again and brings your face to hers and kisses you on the lips

• You were pleasantly surprised and felt giddy and fluffy inside

• In general she’s pretty lazy and bored with everything but not you

• The time spent after your kiss didn’t even include her phone

• She sat it to the side and you two talked for the rest of the day

• The next day she was barely on her phone. You both chatted on the couch. She only checked it from time to time

• After you’ve been in a relationship for a while you feel comfortable and reassured that she loves you

• Most of the time you guys cuddle on the couch while on her phone. You watch movies and shows together, laughing at the funny parts

• Since she’s so used to cuddling you on the couch during the day she brings you in her bed at night and falls asleep with you in her arms, usually laid on her chest

• You give her surprise kisses. She closes her eyes and smiles contently

• She kisses you sometimes when you do something awkward or cute but usually isn’t big on physical affection or PDA

• You sit on her lap with her arms wrapped around you while she controls the panel with her phone

• If you make any bold moves on her she’ll always blush

• She doesn’t really have a distinct music taste before dating you so you introduce her to some of your favorite artists

• You share earbuds. You lean on her shoulder while you listen

• She convinces you to get your own phone so you two can compete against each other in games

• When you give her massages she almost always falls asleep. Definitely asks for more when she wakes up

•She’s very spoiled when she’s with you

• If she doesn’t see you for a while she gets worried and gets up to look for you

• Either calls you by your name or mon amour

• When she says mon amour she gets a little shy but plays it off so you can’t even tell

• It’s really hard to read her. To know what she’s feeling or thinking

• If she was ever upset about something she’d tell you if it was really getting to her

• Otherwise she’d probably keep it to herself and get over it quickly

• If you ever went to her in need of comfort she’d be awkward about it since she doesn’t know what to do

• She’d be upset if anyone made you sad and would hug you close

• Ennui would also teach you some words in French

• She would use French to speak to you sometimes instead of English so the other emotions couldn’t understand

• If any of the other emotions asked or tried to understand what she was saying to you she’d just smirk and go, “Non.”

• Very blunt communicator and always honest

• Would tell you her full opinion about anything you ask

• She has a secure attachment style bordering on avoidant

• Ennui wouldn’t want her partner to be super clingy (emotionally) and dependent on her for everything

• She gets tired easily

• If you are prone to anxious thoughts though she’d be understanding

• If you’re anxious regarding your relationship with her she would try her best to reassure you in any way you need

• If you’re an avoidant partner she probably wouldn’t notice. She wouldn’t want you too be too distant though since you two are a pair in her mind

• Her love language is quality time. She just likes to be in your presence even if you’re not doing anything in particular. It’s comforting to her

• Overall she’s a very laidback and happy girlfriend

• As long as you are content she is too

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Thanks for reading! Also I noticed a while ago that none of the emotions have ears. I thought of that when I wrote the earbud part but decided to include it anyway since it’s cute lol

[purinfelix]

could you please write something where trent pining for his bestfriend for a long time before he finally confesses to her that he has feelings?? thank you! i love your writing sm <3

something stupid ₊˚⊹

pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x reader summary: Trent’s never been the best at concealing his jealousy, especially not when it comes to you - even if the two of you are ‘just friends’ warnings: none w/c: 1k

a/n: had to combine these two because they gave me the best idea everrr ... anyways i missed writing for trent like i realised i don't acc write for him that much - soo pls send more trent reqss!! <33

♬ and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" ♬

Trent couldn’t decide what feeling was worse - the intense, almost burning jealousy ripping through him as he watched you from across the bar, or the even more intense guilt consuming him for even daring to feel that way. To feel such an all-consuming possessiveness over someone who wasn’t even his, and to be left with no option other than to loiter in the corner like some idiot, his grip on his drink growing tighter by the second.

You wouldn’t blame him, surely, you couldn’t. With the way you looked tonight, and the fact that you had personally invited him out with you - albeit with a couple mutual friends - but none of them mattered, at least not to him. It also didn’t help that you had spent the last couple of years, ever since meeting through a group project in some long-forgotten university class, dragging him through some sick cat-and-mouse game. Always toeing the line between being just close friends, or something vaguely more, and Trent hated himself for just going along with it, but he’d by lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how weak he was to your charms.

But as he watched you, his breath heavy and heart beating steadily, he couldn’t help but question whether you had meant to do any of it at all. He watched you throw your head back in laughter and hot jealousy pulsed through him once more, yearning for nothing more than to be the one making you laugh instead of whatever other guy you were lending your attention to. Still, you looked so happy, so at peace, he couldn’t help but curse himself for even considering the possibility that you were purposely making him pine after you. After all, it was his fault - he had still yet to muster up the courage to ask you out on a date, even after being stupidly enamoured with everything about you since the day he met you. It was probably more rational to consider that he had just misread most of your actions beyond the friendly gestures they were supposed to be.

Suddenly, his attention was turned to the steady arm of another one of your male friends snaking around your waist, which Trent had been dragging his gaze along excruciatingly slowly - but now his focus was turned to the fact that this asshole was pulling you closer to himself, and further away from Trent.

Fuck rationality.

The thud of his glass was definite, followed quickly by his heavy footsteps as Trent shoved past the small group you had amassed, not bothering to make his actions subtle. It was clear to everyone, including himself, that Trent was moving faster than his rational thoughts could form, but that didn’t seem to matter when his hand was already wrapped tightly around your wrist, dragging you in the direction of the bar’s exit. You protested, struggling against his grip, but all it took was one look from him as he turned back to you - equal parts pained and pleading - for you to go with him.

The biting cold of the late night hit you the minute you stepped out of the bar, causing you to stop straight in your tracks and huff with frustration.

“Trent, what the hell is going on with you?” your tone was demanding, not making any effort to conceal your annoyance with him.

“I wasn’t going to stand by and watch that filth lay his hands all over you,” he retorts, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was equally annoyed with you. But from the way he can’t stand still and his eyes are scanning the pavement, avoiding yours, you know there’s something else at play here.

“Bullshit.”

“Wh- I can’t do something nice for you?”

“Giving me a life, paying for dinner, those are nice things - not snatching me away when I was in the middle of a conversation? Why do you care if some guy touches me?”

“Why do I care?” he scoffs, almost as if he doesn’t believe you haven’t realised why yet, “Because I’m in love with you! You’ve invited my out tonight, and you seem to be having the time of your life, but when I saw you with that guy, him making you laugh, touching you, all I could think about was how much I wanted it to be me instead. How much I’ve always wanted it to be me.”

A silence falls over you two, and it’s only now that the weight of Trent’s actions have hit him, as well as the realisation that he can’t do anything to take back his words now, or stop whatever reaction you’re about to give him. He makes his regret obvious almost immediately, his flustered expression dropping as he looks down to the ground once more, unable to bring himself to look at you. His confession hangs in the air, having changed both everything and nothing at once.

You stood there, slack-jawed, mind racing yet absolutely speechless. You’d be lying if you hadn’t at least suspected Trent of having feelings for you, but you had brushed any inkling you had off as your own misinterpretation. Hearing him say it out loud was another thing entirely, and it was overwhelming your every sense, but in a good way.

The silence became too much to bear, and Trent figured he’d have to be the one to brave it, “Say something, please,” he mumbles, voice heavy, almost preparing himself for rejection.

“Trent…” you begin, stepping slightly closer and reaching out to take his hand in yours, “I’ve wanted it to be you too.”

At this, he looks up at you, eyes glistening. “Really?” the disbelief in his voice almost breaks your heart.

“Yeah,” you say, almost laughing at how ridiculous this is, “for a while, actually.”

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he lets out an almost comical sigh of relief, finally breaking into a smile, and you can’t help but do the same.

“Now, I’d like to get back to my drink, if you don’t mind,” you say, but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Why would I mind?” he laughs, and you could slap him right there and then, but you can only smile in faux-annoyance as the two of you walk back to the bar, hand-in-hand.

[thelarriefics]

UNIVERSITY FIC REC, Part II: Below you will find more fics that take place in college. (Part I)

📖 Underneath It All by @peachypetalhazz (394k)

Enemies to friends to lovers AU where Louis is a cliché bad boy that Harry can’t seem to get rid of.

📖 there's no fair in farewell by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (218k)

When Harry and Louis, two Cupids who have been bringing people together for decades, are tasked with making Soulmates Liam and Zayn fall in love, it proves to be much harder than expected. But maybe, just maybe, that isn’t such a bad thing after all.

📖 blue moon by @aquietlarrie (152k)

or the self indulgent 50’s au where i wanted a safe space to explore the culture, history, and sexuality of being gay in a time when it was extremely difficult to do so. includes, lots of questionable dancing, healing your inner child, and one heck of an emotional ride.

📖 Never Be by @cherrystreet (117k)

The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

📖 Pour Your Heart Out by @hrrytomlinson (92k)

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.

📖 knock knock, i love you by @thelovejandles (86k)

Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.

📖 Are There Second Chances? by @kissyboystyles (85k)

the most eventful twenty-four days of Louis Tomlinson's college career.

📖 A Distant Hazy Light by @greenfeelings (76k)

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down. Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

📖 Bikestrike by @thinlinez (68k)

What would you do if you saw someone riding your bike, which had been stolen weeks before, across campus? Omega Harry chose to show no mercy. He didn't know it would all lead him to his own demise.

📖 always you (i should have known) by @28goldens (60k)

or the one where harry and louis cant stand each other and fake date to make someone jealous.

📖 Start A Revolution From My Bed. by @rainbowsandlovehl (57k)

Louis is ready to live on his own, in a dorm, in a new city. He is ready to make new friends, have fun and study a little. But he is not ready for Harry, his pretentious roommate who is out to ruin Louis' sleep and make his dorm life a complete hell.

📖 Love's On The Line, Is That Your Final Answer? by @moonhusbands (54k)

Harry can’t believe it when Louis, the boy he’s always had a tempestuous rivalry with, asks him to be his boyfriend. Well, pose as his boyfriend, that is—for a new television game show in which young couples are quizzed on how well they know each other for a jackpot of thirty grand. Reluctantly, Harry agrees—because he's got student loans to pay off, hasn't he? What's the harm? And he can totally deal with keeping his secret thing for Louis under wraps too. This is all just to win some money. It's fine. No big deal. What could possibly go wrong? Well, everything. Obviously.

📖 The First Year by @parmahamlarrie (46k)

When Louis Tomlinson was assigned a first year student to be his roommate for his final year at the University of Manchester, his expectations were low. All he needed was a cheap place to sleep and keep his stuff amidst his nights out, willing his brain to forget his past. He never expected Harry Styles to become his eclectic, sweet, and cuddly best friend. That was never the plan.

📖 your lips in the low light by @givesuethemoon (20k)

Set over the course of one night, at one fateful frat party. Louis and Harry find that there are not many things they will ever need more than each other.

📖 getting yourself wet for me by @dreamersdivin-headfirst (10k)

frat boys take on watersports

📖 my heart's against your chest, your lips pressed to my neck (i'm in love now) by @bottomhaztoplou (8k)

Five times Louis gives Harry a courting gift and one time Harry reciprocates.

📖 Hea(van) Is A Place on Earth with You by @insightfulinsomniac (6k)

University students Harry and Louis want to spend some alone time together — the problem is, both of their respective roommates are fast asleep. Harry solves that problem with some blankets, a secluded parking space, and his beloved beater van, Belinda.

📖 Lost In This Craze For You by @larrysballetslippers (4k)

Louis thinks he is incapable of making his boyfriend come, but Harry just needs a little more from him.

[user211201]

Good Game

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Originally posted on 2022-06-06 by dumb-and-jocked.

This was a collaboration piece with @rozza22365.

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“Babe, how did you know exactly what I needed?” Brenden asked, skipping happily along the trail with his boyfriend’s hand in his own.

“I have my ways,” Chaz replied nonchalantly, although it was evident he’d thought about this long and hard. The whole day had gone according to his plan of making Brenden feel as relaxed as possible. After a very stressful promotion process at Brenden’s hair salon, Chaz knew the 22-year-old was going to need a break. He planned a romantic weekend getaway involving time at the beach, a stroll through the local park, and a fancy meal for dinner followed by “dessert”. Chaz was working hard to help his boyfriend take a step back from reality. Brenden just needed to slow down to keep his miniature body from exploding.

And by miniature, Chaz meant the 5’5 skinnier-than-a-flagpole twink hopping beside him like a delicate gazelle. His stick-like figure (along with the platinum-blonde locks gelled up in the front and a pair of beach balls in the back) often made him a target for bullying, including homophobia. Luckily, Chaz was usually enough to scare them off. The recent college-grad was only 5’11, but thanks to his many years on the swim team had developed a modest frame. He’d also gained a comfortability with public speaking and argumentation thanks to his political science degree. Once he got a job, then Chaz believed he would have everything he would need to be happy in life.

“Oh! Honey, look!”

Before Chaz could even follow Brenden’s sight line, his boyfriend was already skidding across the field. Chaz walked comfortably behind, smiling as he noticed how the light breeze blew through Brenden’s salmon-striped tank and ripped white jeans. Chaz thought about catching up, but he didn’t want to run in his cheap sandals. Not only that, but the last thing he wanted to do was rip his khakis and sweat through his casual button-up. It was already pretty warm out, so any extra effort might have strained Chaz’s body in ways that wouldn’t be attractive.

“Yum…” Brenden was basically drooling as Chaz joined him at the top of the hill. About 200 feet away were a group of jocks wrapping up what looked to be a game of baseball. They all appeared to be around the same age as the couple, except each was about double the size of both boyfriends put together. Even from a distance, one could see the jocks’ bulging muscles, shimmering layer of sweat, and (thanks to their lack of shirts) set of washboard abs. And their gym shorts perfectly showcased the numerous perky behinds and overstuffed pouches. With their hats all turned backwards as well, they looked exactly like the stereotypical college jocks.

“No kidding…” Chaz joined in the ogling, watching as they packed up their gear and started heading out. The boyfriends couldn’t stop admiring how the jocks looked, strutted, and acted. Their physical features weren’t the only thing the pair noticed however. The jocks were all engaging in playful gay banter, fake-kissing and bromanticizing with each other. Although it was pretty obvious that all of them were typical arrogant, straight boys pretending to be men, Brenden and Chaz couldn’t help but fantasize about the simplicity of their life.

The couple watched on as the jocks got into two lines facing opposite directions, ready to give each other the classic “Good Game” sendoff. However, instead of giving high-fives, they instead swatted every butt playfully. Brenden and Chaz bit their lip, every jiggle of a straight male’s buttock translating into a tiny pulse of pleasure through their modest boners.

“Did we…” Chaz started. “Did we just get baited?”

“No, at least I don’t think so,” Brenden retorted, taking a breath. “I think that was all natural. Nothing gay about it.”

“No homo,” Chaz imitated in a broish tone, gaining a laugh out of his boyfriend. “Ready to head out, sweetheart?”

“Just a second.” Brenden was still looking down at the field. “I think the boys might’ve left us a present.”

Sitting on home base lay two blue baseball caps. Making sure no one else was watching, Brenden instantly made a run for it. With a small smirk, Chaz followed behind at a quicker stroll. Apparently tonight’s “dessert” was going to involve roleplay.

“Chazzy! How do I look?”

The blue hat sat comfortably on Brenden’s head, the bill shading his cute face from the harsh sun.

“Exactly like them,” Chaz responded sarcastically, placing the other hat on his head.

“Thanks, bro,” Brenden replied in his version of a broish tone before leaning in for a kiss.

“Mmm!” Chaz was surprised to feel his boyfriend’s tongue quickly slide through his mouth. Once they pulled apart, Chaz stopped any further affection, “Darling, let’s roleplay when we get home.”

“But no one’s here,” Brenden whined. “No one will see us. Now, flip your cap around.”

Chaz quickly surrendered, too horny to use any of the argumentation skills he had learned over the years. Rushed, he did one more sweep around the field before following instructions. Brenden flipped his own as well, letting the front of his quiff pour out of the empty hole in the front. Instantly, the pair felt a sharp shock strike through their bodies. They physically lurched in extreme agony for a moment, but seconds later they had already forgotten about the pain.

“So what do you say, babe,” Brenden tried replicating his broish tone again. “Should we…”

Chaz, getting the memo, leaned down for a kiss. He closed his eyes, ready to feel his boyfriend's soft lips touch the bottom of his own. Chaz kept feeling himself get lower and lower, but eventually he became confused as to why he hadn’t reached Brenden yet.

“Dude! Open your eyes!”

Chaz’s eyelids lifted to reveal Brenden’s crotch right in his face.

“Ah ew babe!” Chaz backed away in disgust. “How could you prank me like that?” Brenden however was laughing so hard that Chaz could see each one of his skinny abs rippling on his lanky body. The 6’5 beanpole was cackling up a storm.

“Gotcha!”

“I didn’t even realize I had leaned in so far,” Chaz joined in with Brenden’s jovial nature. At 6’4, he must’ve bent almost straight down in order to get to his boyfriend’s crotch. “Ok, so can I kiss you now?”

“No bro, we’re still roleplaying.” Chaz noticed how Brenden was getting more in touch with his broish tone, so he decided to follow suit.

“Alright then…broski…what’s next?”

“What’s next babe is a game of gay chicken.” Brenden appeared extremely eager for this. Chaz could tell by the way his boyfriend’s cut-like-steel and shaped-like-diamonds calves bounced excitedly back and forth.

“What’s that?” Chaz replied, positioning his own legs out into a kickstand. Thanks to his khaki shorts, people were also able to see the fine, rugged calves he owned. Similarly cut like Brenden’s, yet just a little tanner and meatier. Although if Chaz ever brought this up, Brenden would just compete by acknowledging how he was slightly taller so his calves were drawn out more.

“It’s simple, bro. It’s where basically two dudes get as close to a kiss while trying not to. The person who kisses first loses.”

Chaz considered this, a little thrown off by the game. The rules seemed simple enough, but why would his boyfriend want to play this? Chaz was so horned up right now that he could just stick his head between Brenden’s two massive thighs. Chaz could just daydream about how if he placed his skull into Brenden’s gym shorts, then his boyfriend would probably be able to break him open like a ripe watermelon. Their chunky, meaty size was almost tangible, but unfortunately that’s not the game his boyfriend wanted to play right now. Chaz instead reminded himself that it could happen tonight for dessert.

“Ok, I’m in,” Chan announced, suddenly enthused over the prospect of a challenge. He clapped his own thighs together in anticipation, sending ripples across his soft and muscular quads. Just like his boyfriend’s, they too filled his own gym shorts nicely, looking like candy with a tight wrapper.

“Sweet dude! Since I brought the game up I have to go first.” Although Brender had seemed excited, Chan noted the new tone in his voice. The use of “have'' accented a new emotion laced into his boyfriend’s words: fear. The emotion was also evident in the way Brender’s torso was super tense. The man’s abs were extremely hard, flexed to their max capacity. His tender pecs were solid while his silver-dollar nipples were rock hard. Even the man’s delts displayed apprehension, hiding away from their true larger-than-life wingspan.

Slowly but surely, Brender slowly reclined forward. To make sure he didn’t get too close and lose in the first round, he placed a porcelain hand against Chan’s carved chest. He subtly felt up his boyfriend’s 6-pack, noting how each one felt like a stone plucked straight from the earth. Brender’s finger ran up the valley into the upper torso, giving each of the mounds of flesh Chan called pectorals a cheeky squeeze. He also made sure to give a little flick to one of Chan’s nipples, which truly looked more like an udder than something meant for nothing.

Brendor got close, but he paused at about 6 inches. “Gonna be hard for you to beat that!”

“Pfft, sure bro.” Chant was pretty confident this wouldn’t be as difficult as his boyfriend had made it look. Chant took a similarly sluggish speed that Brendor had, making sure to move forward at a cautious pace. To assure he didn’t fall forward, Chant grabbed his boyfriend’s massive arms. Brendor’s forearms were so long and sturdy with veins accentuating their muscular mass. His biceps were so firm and his triceps had a similar amount of vigor. Even the other man’s hands were gigantic, looking big and solid enough to catch a baseball without the mitt.

Getting to the 6-inch mark that Brendor had made it to, Chant slowed down his pace even more. He felt his own brawny appendages become strained, his own veins snaking across robust arms. Similarly to Brendor, Chant’s biceps stood as two proud mounds atop his tanned flesh. His triceps had a identical mass, and his forearms displayed a strength that had been built up over years of hard work. His heavily-calloused, giant hands only furthered the argument by looking more fit for a package of Hamburger Helper than a human being. Right as he passed Brendor’s previous attempt, Chant gave an obnoxious set of kissy lips before taking a step back.

“Almost had me there bro,” Brenor replied in a tone that was deep, masculine, and empty.

“Huhuhuh, you wish dude.” Chent couldn’t help but guffaw, his voice an almost identical replica. Absentmindedly adjusting his rope wristband, Chent felt a rush of adrenaline race through him as he said, “Ball’s in your court.”

Brenor gave a quick nod, his bulging Adam’s apple shaking in agreement. Bending his tremendous upper traps, Brenor approached Chent’s face once again. While watching his boyfriend dip closer, Chent took his time studying every part of the other man’s face. A square jaw loosened gently with some baby fat that made him look extra adorable. Eyebrows bushy but his brown hair was at a crew cut length beneath the cap. Big nose to circulate air while working out and fading eye black to advertise that there wasn’t much behind those dull brown eyes.

Reaching in on Chent’s last milestone, Brenor carefully cupped one of his gargantuan hands against his boyfriend’s face to steady himself. He loved how it perfectly fit against the other man’s carved jaw, the way it caressed the other man’s Neatherandthal-like bone structure. He couldn’t stop himself from analyzing Chent’s crooked nose after being broken from a previous game, or the way that his blond crew cut matched his light eyebrows. Even Chent’s lackluster eyes had a certain shine to them. He wasn’t hypnotized by the looks however, he was just purely appreciating aesthetics. And with that realization, Brenor pulled away gleefully.

“Let’s go bro!” Brevor cheered, stomping his Size 15 blue Nike’s hard on the ground.

“I thought I was just about to win there, babe.” Crent playfully kicked Brevor’s shin with a Size 14 black Adidas, not noticing how the term of endearment had come out more like an insult. Noting his socks had fallen down a little, he faithfully bent down to pull them up before continuing.

“You still have time to surrender,” Crent sniggered.

“Nah bro, you’re about to fade!” Brevor may have been right, that last stretch was getting close. But that didn’t mean Crent was going to give up! Confidently, he grabbed his boyfriends behind and pulled him in. Crent may have been focusing on his game of gay chicken, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to feel up his bro’s ample bottom on the side. And wow, was he glad he did. It was thick and tough. Soft, yet too muscular to derive any pleasure from. Sneakily, Crent shoved a finger into Brevor’s butthole, finding it was way too tight to be welcoming.

“Hey!” Brevor yelped.

“Sorry, brohama,” Crent purred. “I’m just luring you in.”

“The point of the game isn’t to turn me on, dude,” Brevor sneered. “That’s a different game of gay chicken.”

“I just gotta get comfortable, bro. Just doin’ the same thing to you I do to a…”

Crent stopped himself, unsure of what word was supposed to finish that sentence. Instead of dwelling on it however, he continued. With one hand still on the butt, Crent slowly explored the rest of Brevor’s midsection. He found a pair of heavy kumquats hiding in the man’s shorts, so large they were probably painful to contain in clothing. Above those was his boyfriend’s babymaker, a soft 7 inch sausage stuffed not so subtly. Right as Crent passed Brevor’s previous point, mere centimeters away from the lips, Crent gave the other man’s dick a quick squeeze and backed off.

“Is somebro feeling a little frisky?” Brevor remarked.

“We’ll see when you kiss me,” Crent antagonized back. Not being one to back down, Brevor stuck his hand right into Crent’s shorts. Finding the soft 7 inch joystick, he pulled the other man so close that he could feel Crent’s balls rub against his. Even though they were separated by layers of fabric, Brevor was able to feel their succulent, robust nature. After giving the pouch a good squeeze, Brevor found that Crent’s buttocks shared the same descriptive adjectives. Succulent and robust, but also tense.

“What…what are you doing…bro?” Crent murmured, finding Brevor’s actions were a little less playful than his own.

“I’m losing.”

And with that, Brevor pushed himself into Crent’s lips. At first it was only Brevor kissing, but Crent got the memo and quickly began reciprocating. It wasn’t very long and it wasn’t involving tongues, but it was a kiss nonetheless. Both of the men felt odd and weird about the kiss, but part of them felt good about it too.

Immediately, the two men felt their dicks get hard followed by a constantly-looming need to touch them. Being preoccupied by their strange kiss however, they could only think of one way to resolve their issue: grinding. The two bros instantly started humping each other, as if the same, horny thought process was guiding their decisions. But with each rub against the other body, their attraction and horniness faded, becoming nothing more but amusement towards each other. The thought of actually liking each other felt pretty gay. And the more the two bros shared their gaze while kissing and humping, the less desire they felt. Instead, they discovered a great friendship and comradery towards each other.

The fading of attraction towards was closely followed by their homosexuality as a whole. Even though they were physically with their bro, they were mentally dreaming about boobs and tight pussy. Their homosexualities weren’t the only things disappearing however, as their IQ had been steadily dropping during their entire process of “appreciation of the male form”. Their minds began restructuring, new memories settling in and piecing together their new lives.

Flashes of sports, porn, and endless sex. Bad grades and rich parents, privileged backgrounds and dull futures. Lots of banter with the bros, even a bit of gay banter. Obviously, they sucked and jerked their bros off every now and then but that wasn't gay–just dude stuff. Sometimes they even destroyed nerds’ holes in order to make them do their homework, but as long as they topped it wasn’t gay. And a simple “no homo” always cleared things up though.

Laughing more as they humped, the two men (if they could really be called that) began thinking of this more as a stupid game. With so many memories of banging and impregnating countless cheerleaders and sorority chicks over the years, the thought of being gay seemed like a foreign concept. Just the idea of motorboating or ramming their cocks and seeding some bimbo made the two jocks want to-

“OH BRO!” they both shouted in unison as giant blasts of cum soaked the front of their shorts. With IQs under 90, the pair began showcasing the best of male intellect by jokingly rubbing their wet fronts against each other.

“You’re such a fag, bro!” Trent guffawed. “I knew I was gonna win.”

“Oh whatever dude,” Trevor huffed. “I wasn’t the fairy who was enjoying it.”

They both continued bantering with each other before realizing the rest of their crew had already gone back to the frat house. Accepting defeat for now, Trevor smirked and gave Trent a playful spank.

“Good game, bro,” Trevor ceded. “But I’ll getcha next time.” Trent chuckled dully before giving a smack back to Trevor’s behind.

“Sure, broski. Good game.”

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

Hi! I love your writing♡ Can i request the brothers with an mc who has Haphephobia (fear of being touched, usually they can only touch people they trust after a long period of therapy) and their reactions to the first time mc tries to hold their hand?

Hello! ^^ thank you so much I'm so glad you enjoy my content :) I have never heard of this phobia but I will try my best to write as close as possible to its definition!

How the obey me brothers would react to a Haphephobia MC holding their hand

Lucifer

He listened attentively when you explained your phobia to him and completely understood. He thought to himself and decided a big way for your relationship to become stronger without touch is quality time. You often found yourselves on small coffee or tea dates or just something small where the two of you could relax. On one of those particular dates you found yourselves gazing at his hand. That sense of fear you once had at the beginning of your relationship wasn't quite there anymore. You decided to test the waters and sneak your hand to hold his. He stalled a bit realizing you broke that barrier you once told him would eventually come. He then turns and smiles at you "Good job Mc I am proud of you" he says softly.

Mammon

Now he at first was confused. Why wouldn't you like being touched by the one you love? He then realized that not everyone is the same as he is. Since he cared deeply about you he asked his brothers of different ways to show his love to you without making you uncomfortable. He eventually settled on the same as Lucifer quality time but it was more fun dates such as festivals or the zoo just an activity you two would enjoy. On one particular date you listen to him talk away about something before glancing down at his hand. You ponder for a bit before deciding it was time to do what you both were building at. You reach your hand out then gently wrap your fingers around his own. He immediately stiffened and his words became jumbled and incoherent. After a bit of time calming him down he gazed lovingly at you and said "thank you".

Levi

He himself was terrified of any romantic interaction with you so he wasn't as taken aback as the others were. You two found yourselves easily able to adapt to each other. You two mostly spent time in his room watching anime or playing games together. It was actually a long bit into your relationship and he never once faltered or made you uncomfortable fitting into your phobia perfectly for you. You look at his fingers and decide for you both something smaller would be suitable. You suddenly interlock your pinkies together and look up at him. He immediately flushed red and was another one who was incoherent. After he calmed down he first asked if you were truly okay with the action and you smile at him. "I feel comfortable with you Levi" you say truthfully and he smiles back.

Satan

He was very smart only ever reading books and gaining knowledge but when it came to you he felt so lost. Once he learned of your phobia he had no issues with it per say just wondering how he could make you comfortable. He decided on showing you things that helped keep him calm which included cats and books. It was a quiet chilly evening when the both of you were looking at cats together that you felt you two hit that peak comfortability to where you aren't afraid anymore. You gently interlock your fingers together and he had a small red hue to his cheeks yet he talked as if everything were normal not wanting to freak you out but on the inside he was as happy as he could ever be.

Asmos

He was so afraid to say the least. All he knew was being touchy and loving all over the person he was attracted to. He focused hard though to make sure you were fully comfortable with him because he loved you like he did no other. He decided gift giving was perfect. It showed he listened to you and your interest ontop of putting severe thoughts into the gifts. You two were gossiping in his room where he kept his distance perfectly comfortable for you. Yet you felt as if you'd be okay with even a slight touch so you reach your hand over to his and set it ontop of his own. He stopped talking and looked down at your hand before looking back up at you. "Are you sure this is okay Hun?" He asked genuinely. Once you nod he gently held your hand and wouldn't admit it but was practically vibrating with happiness that he came so far with you.

Beel

After you told him he was such a sweetheart that even when he came too close to you he immediately apologized or asked if you were okay. It wasn't an annoying amount just showing he genuinely cared for you and your comfortability above all else. He didn't mind not touching you he just enjoyed your presence just as he did belphie. He took you out to dinner at a really nice restaurant and he was speaking of all of the great food here that you should try. Yet your mind wandered to his hands. They were big yet warm and comforting. You perk up realizing you weren't afraid of the thought of holding his hand like you were before. You set your hand into the palm of his own and he immediately looked at the action. He then looked up at you and gave one of his heartwarming smiles. He made no action to move away or go further going with the pace you set.

Belphie

He is barely conscious most of the time so he didn't think he would have an issue with your phobia that is until it came to wanting to sleep together. He then realized he had to keep to himself and not cuddle up to you for your comfort. He protected you a lot from others who tried to become overly touchy since well he becomes a dick when it comes to protecting you. He found himself being fine with just sleeping next to you where no touch was needed. Yet when you two were out stargazing together you knew in your heart and mind that now was the time. You gently hold his hand and he immediately turns his head to you. His eyes asked you if you were truly okay and ready. When you nod he just gives your hand a gentle squeeze and looks back up to the stars wishing today could last forever now.

I hope I did well and that you enjoy it!

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

hello! Could please make a list with fic with Katniss and Peeta as parents? Thanks!!!

Hello Anon!

Below is a list of parent!evelark. I've added this topic of future masterlists. In addition, here is the singledad!peeta masterlist and the previous parent!everlark masterlist. Hopefully some of these are new to you! Happy reading!

Everything Grows-ashyblondwaves (ao3) Summary: During a pregnancy, everything grows. Love grows, fears grow, bonds grow, bellies grow and most of all, families grow. My take on Katniss and Peeta’s first pregnancy. Food Comas-mellarked-katnisseverdeen (tumblr) Summary: Post MJ Canon Thanksgiving Food comas give you my wild-melissaeverdeen13 (ao3) Summary: a look into katniss and peeta's life as they grow back together after the war; their experiences with friendship, love, and parenthood. Golden-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: A mandatory law brought them together. Four years later, Peeta Mellark comes to District 12 to the daughter he’s never known and the wife he barely met. An In-Panem AU with the marriage law twist. Hidden on this Prairie-RannonAce8 (ao3) Summary: Katniss lost everything during the war: her home, her family, and her innocence. Now, just a few short years after Appomattox she finds herself dislocated yet again when a dispute with the landlord leaves her homeless and unemployed. A chance meeting with a stranger offers her a chance at a better life out west but Katniss has no inclination to ever be involved with a man again. I Can't Believe You're Mine-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Canon-compliant. Post-Mockingjay. Pre-epilogue. Katniss watches Peeta walk the floors with their infant daughter. As he cradles her, he whispers, "I can't believe you're mine" and Katniss's heart melts. I Can See you Standin', Honey, With His Arms Around your Body-HuntersWithCellPhones (ao3) Summary: Gale comes back to twelve years after the war, expecting to find a Katniss he could possibly fall in love with. Marry. At the very least, they could be friends again. But, instead, he finds Katniss married to Peeta with a little boy named Rye. Drama ensues. Worse Games to Play-belmione (ao3) Summary: "I expect Peeta's wanted a baby since he was one himself. In this moment I'm not sure how I've said no to him for fifteen years. Peeta Mellark hasn't smiled like that since the day on the rooftop of the Training Center before the Quarter Quell." My take on Katniss's decision to have children with Peeta. Pre-epilogue, but it will eventually go through to post-epilogue. Wrapped in Green-katnissdoesnotfollowback (tumblr) Summary: Wrapped In Red!Peeta is a horny boy and I am here for it He likes to dress Katniss up in nothing but those naughty red stockings, spank her, and then rail her into the mattress when the kiddos are fast asleep Yours-lunalark (ao3) Summary: Everlark. Mockingjay AU. After the last night in the training center before the Quell, Peeta’s “baby bomb” becomes a reality. It has been 5 months since the Quell, and Peeta has just been rescued from the clutches of the Capitol.

If anyone knows of a fic like this, please reblog, reply, or send an ask with fics fitting this idea and I’ll add it to the future lists!

As always, if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to shoot me an ask!

Updated: 9/22/24 at 11pm to include previous parent!everlark post

[walnutofthedead]

hey! I hope your day is going well. I was wondering if you could do fuuta and mikoto headcanons (separately) for a reader who isn’t really doing the best mentally at the moment. thank you!

YES!!!! Thank you for the Mikoto ask Im sobbing shitting tears of happiness,,,

It’s not letting me add pics so sorry for formatting

Mental illness under the cut frfr

mikoto

Mikoto, being the perfect sweetheart that he is, notices pretty easily that there's something off. Like, it's a bit weird how quickly he does. Scary man.. his inner emotionally fucked self fr helping him notice. 

-probably will take the day off work to be with and support you.

-won't force you to talk, but he'll try his hardest to make you feel comfortable enough to open up to him.

-expect a lot of cuddles! This mans a cuddler im calling it right now that's right you saw it here first kiddos Mikoto Kayano is a snuggling MACHINE!!!

-If you're having suicidal thoughts, he'll be worried to say the least. Won't even let you out of his sight, actually- he'd take as many days off as possible to stay with you the whole time and make sure you don't try anything. He'd be scared of you even going to the restroom without him if you don't reassure him </3

-He's literally just too good for this world like actually-

-he gives the best most top-tier cuddles- he'll pull you onto his lap by the waist and gently hug you as you lie on him. If you're laying down, he'll snuggle up behind you, snaking his arms around you to hold you in a secure embrace as he whispers sweet nothings of encouragement into your ear.

fuuta

-Twitter user alert.. if you’re doing badly because of someone else, he’ll CANCEL THEM on Twitter dot com and DOXX THEM!!! 😰 

-No but like after that’s out of the way, he’ll invite you over to cuddle and play games all day. If you don’t feel like gaming, that’s fine! You can watch some trash tv instead. Or just talk. Whatever makes you happiest. 

-He’ll wrap a big, fluffy blanket around you and hug your burrito self GERRRR!!!

-If you’re considering offing yourself, don’t expect him to let go of your burrito-body any time soon.. bros staying with you istg. 

-He’ll make daily posts on twitter dot com about how great you are and how much he loves you.. it’s embarrassing? So what! Everyone should know how amazing you are, and that includes you:)

Your little pocket ginger isn’t going anywhere<3

[junkbbykow]

ɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ - ℘ąƈ

Is fame your genuine desire? 1, 2, 3, 4

Pile 1 - Silver Platters

Why U Desire This Life

Your truly passionate about it. I don’t think there’s any doubt about if you are determined to reach this goal. The universe here’s your cries for this. Cry Your Heart Out by Adele just started playing. I think part of this dream of fame is a desire to feel like you. I think some part of you feels as if you NEED the recognition (giving 10h stellium lol). But also nit having this makes you feel down. Your desire for fame is wrapped up in your worth and desirability. I think you want to go outside and feel seen and heard. Imo this isn’t healthy. Ofc you have to decipher this for yourself! Fame is definitely something you can achieve and I think doors are opening in whatever industry you want fame in but it’s on you to take it. Is this what you really want? For some of you, this time period is a test. Do you want this.

Spirit Advice

I think you are constantly given signs by the universe to the many ways you can live this life that you desire without being a public figure. fyi - people who build generational wealth typically aren’t famous or not pop star famous. I think spirit truly respects and admires your determination in this pursuit but they genuinely are unsure of it you want it. I think they want you to walk through the kinks of your desires for fame. I think you came from something harsh. You haven’t lived. And you see fame as your ticket out. No more strife, you’ll have cushion. But I think that’s partly an illusion. Zendaya doesn’t even think she has that kind of security. I’m not saying this level of fame is impossible. Everything is possible. You may be underestimating what fame is. What you have to entail, how lonely it can be, the constant grind and hustle. Your trading in one hardship for another if your not careful. If your desire is to work less and party hard you need to make your celeb lifestyle be in alignment with that. Actors, influencers, and pop stars are constantly working and they typically don’t go into retirement and some work til they die. I think SOME of you in this pile are too idealistic about fame and some of you simply need to confirm to yourself that your ready. If your that second group you probably felt called to another pile. Also don’t let this get you down. This pile is incredibly confident and success that you desire is coming to you just make a decision, truthfully. Be honest with yourself.

Shadow Work

How many of your desires for your life have to do with fame?

Does your desire for success, stability, and luxury have anything to do with being in the public eye? How so, and what do you desire from being in the spotlight?

Explain fame and explain luxury/stability. Then, explain why both are for your highest good.

Why do you want public acknowledgment?

What do you gain from having your career, life, and/or other personality attributes broadcasted?

Imagine/brainstorm your desired lifestyle including your celebrity status. How do you want to become famous. What field do see yourself going in. Could you pick 1 to 3 celebrities you would want to a similar status to and social presence (explain how nd why you chose these figures) Literally walk through every detail of your desired life as a celebrity and acknowledge less than savory attributes. Will you need to avoid paparazzi, how do you keep certain things private, do you mind dating in the public eye, does this effect the people around you?

old money, easy life, pampered

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Pile 2 - Influencers

My phone died writing this 😅. I think y’all are facing a great deal of obstacles.

Why U Desire This Life

Pile 2, I think you see no difference from you between other influencers so you don’t understand why you shouldn’t at least go for it. Which is fine and dandy but don’t uproot all your hopes and dreams just to be like everyone else. Do what you desire. I also feel like this pile believes they’ll gain community this way. You want to have friends, companions, attend parties and whatnot. Fame can be incredibly lonely at times or too prying. Community can come in many shapes and sizes why does fame have to be apart of the picture. I see you comparing lifestyles to others and some of you even acknowledge how plastic being an influencer can be, but you want the lifestyle. Almost as if you want to be the popular girl/guy and get nice dates, gifts, and show of all your abundance. How much of this is for you and where are your true desires for fame. Fyi I don’t see this message as a no to fame, but maybe find a healthy and true reason for fame. Honesty will bring this manifestation to you. I also see you want to the good life and see being an influencer as an accessible way out. I genuinely think a lot of you are not dreaming bug enough or limiting yourself to what’s already been done. You are not them, your better.

Spirit Advice

Lmao hi pile 2, Y’all desire fame because of how you see others on social media and a great deal of you want to be influencers. To start their are a lot of obstacles in your way. Every time you thinks something is viral your views are down or your not seeing results where you think you should. Y’all are confronting something that the universe is blatantly trying to tell you. You may not even know what I’m talking about right now that’s how oblivious these signs have been to you. Y’all need to switch it up. Try something new. Your competing in other peoples lanes. People become influential by making their own lane and having authenticity (in most cases). Some of you may be attracted to pile 1. I suggest you read that as well. In this pile, I see a lot of you wanting to gain fame for your personality, but then refuse to post the real parts of you online. Being an influencer honestly takes vulnerability or at least a great deal of calculation. And I don’t think the calculative methods are suiting you pile 1. Enjoy yourself online. If you want to be an influencer make your platforms your new bestie. Tell them everything (within you boundaries) just be honest. Share ups, downs, unexpected, mundane, all of it!!!! Pile 2, you are in a lack mindset. Maybe even broke mindset. You are functioning outside of alignment with wealth and abundance.

Shadow Work

When you stop comparing yourself to others do you still want fame?

Do you actually desire the ‘fast life’? Are you willing to work in a hustle mindset and share personal aspects of your life?

What kind of influencer/celebrity do you want to be? Why does this bring you satisfaction?

Instead of trying to market yourself, just be yourself. Marketing comes after gaining traction.

Think about your finances. How will you save and plan for the future? Do you simply want money to keep up with trends.

california, broke, companionship, sustainability, save me

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Pile 3 - Philanthropist

This pile was interrupted by a shadow energy. Please look within yourself but also protect your dreams from outside influences

Why U Desire This Life

You have had a good life or at least in your eyes. You have a home and your basic needs. You might even been born into an upper-middle class family. This pile is full of caring people who want to share the wealth of knowledge and resources have brought them. This could be being privileged financially, being able to attend college, or being of some ‘higher’ status. You genuinely see every creature on this earth as deserving of equity and love. You are ready to fight for this dream to. You get disheartened by greed and misuse of power. You see how people respect and listen to influencers. You want status to actually sway the masses for change. Pile 3, we need y’all/srs! Pro tip: being generous is lovely and wanting to give is admirable but just hold back for a while and nurture your abundance, ideas, and so on. Make sure their fully grown before you jump in to help people. We need your project(s) to last. I really encourage this pile to research your many interests. The more knowledge you have the more credible and empathetic you can be. Acknowledge the underdogs :) This pile is specifically for those looking to start a nonprofit or some kind of activism (even outside of traditional senses).

Spirit Advice

Spirit isn’t being very vocal with you pile 3. They fully back up your plan. They want you take take the right steps and plan. You should dedicate yourself to this project. Bring it to life. Maybe start with small initiatives or just put all your ideas on paper. List everything you’d want to do with your platform and build it from the ground up in your mind. Pretend spirit and the universe are tour contractors. Tell them how you want it and they’ll get to work. They’re extremely proud of you like immensely. It’s an overwhelming feeling of love and belief in you. You got thisssssssss <3

Shadow Work

How are you planning to make this a reality?

How can you ensure your plan/project will be able to expand?

What knowledge could you acquire to help push forward this idea?

Are your current actions in alignment with your goal?

financial planning, mutual aid, nonprofit, research

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Pile 4 - Disrupters

Why U Desire This Life

Pile 4, fame to you is ultimate fulfillment. In your eyes at least. I also feel like a majority of you feel that intuitively fame is in your cards this lifetime. I see y’all as so confident in this in fact you aren’t even rushing or wondering where it is because you have no need to desire it. It’s yours. You want to share your gifts or perspective. This pile is very creative, alternative, and eccentric. A lot of you want to change how celebrities are seen. Similar to Pile 3, y’all want to spark change but through your personality. Dennis Rodman is the perfect person for this pile because this super masculine man was a AN ICON for his femininity and alternative style especially for a straight, Black, basketball player of the 90s. He did some much for gender expression like 🥹 I love me some him but anywaysssss you have something unique and you know that the world should get to see it. Y’all will see fame when you align and express your genuine self.

Spirit Advice

Nurture yourself. Take care of your dream and don’t share it. Don’t mix the energy of those with limited mindsets to your dream. Your energy to this goal is so pure and should be left untainted. Learn about yourself and who you are. Also practice, practice, practice if you want fame from a skill or art. You have what it takes just devote yourself to this goal. You will probably experience a (or many) rebirths before you see the limelight. I think spirit is being quiet because you should find your way on your own since your fame is so closely connected to being one with yourself.

Shadow Work

Do you wear a ‘mask’ for other people or the public eye?

What aspects of your authentic self do you not see as deserving of being seen publicly? Why? Do you believe this because of your own perspective or the input of others?

How can you be more authentic with yourself and others?

How can you be more authentic in your craft?

What aspects of yourself do you expect to be rejected? Why?

craftsman, quirky, resolve, integrity, outcast

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Hope you enjoyed,

JUNKBBY KOW

[cloudykaii]

little things: txt

the second installment of the little things series.

includes: sixth member of txt

genre: cute, platonic, personal headcanons

you have a significantly different relationship with each of them, but none of them are lesser. it’s very obvious that the six of you have a very deep amount of love and respect for each other, and that doesn’t change. you have been through a lot with the support of each other, and also suffered together. there are so many moments to remember and choose from, but some of them just stick out more than the others.

YEONJUN

i just feel like you and yeoniun have a very funny relationship. He's definitely like your pretend sworn enemy. You'll joke together all the time. His favorite one to tell is that he raised you yet you constantly disrespect him. There is even a viral video of him talking to the camera about how you're his least favorite member because all he's done his best to teach you wrong from right and you just couldn't get it, and then immediately followed by clips him letting you do whatever you want, like putting random clips and pins all over his hair while he's talking.

He's notoriously known for lying about you lol. Notoriously known for pretending he's not soft for you. There are viral videos of things like him yelling about who ate his leftovers and being mad then seconds later soobin tells him it was you and he's just deflating and going, "just ask next time, I'll order you your own fresh."

 He's also your favorite to prank yourself. It's always a war; he'll put salt in your drink, you'll saran wrap yeonjun's door so that he has to run through it to leave his room. If anyone ever asks about why yeonjun dyes his hair so much, you always say because you're sneaky and yeonjun doesn't buy his own shampoo. Despite all of that though, whenever anything goes too far, he is always the first to apologize

SOOBIN

Soobin best brother is my favorite agenda. He's very attentive and protective. Possibly a little overbearing but not in a "you can't be around anyone" way. He's just always concerned. He makes sure that even if you say you're fine that you pack a sweater or something when it is cold, always making sure your favorite snacks are stocked up.

He's kind of like your moral compass because he's definitely the one to be like "hey not tonight we have an event in the morning" and definitely makes you take care of yourself, but also, he does in fact lie for you in a heartbeat. one time yeonjun ran into his room covered in whipped cream, "where's y/n, I know she did this" and soobin just patted the pile of pillows under the blanket next to him and shook his head. "sorry to burst your bubble but she's been in here all night"

Coordinates matching outfits with you all the time. You probably steal his clothes claiming they will help in your mission to make your outfit iconic. Which..honestly you could tell him you needed it for any reason and he'd give it to you. Soobin is physically unable to tell you know unless it is a matter of your health. There are lots of videos of you wearing soobin's jacket whenever the stylists give you a dress or something. He's definitely the one to lay it over your lap when you're sitting

BEOMGYU

Gyu is a tough nut to crack. I think that you guys are probably shipped the most, but it's ironic because the usual shippable moments that fans latch on to either don't happen or are very lowkey the two of you are.. unique. For a better insight into your relationship with beomgyu, a list of viral moments/thins relating to your and your third oldest brother are:

You are constantly copying him. Most of the time it's not even direct or on purpose so most fans find it adorable how you're wearing the same outfit he wore two performances ago.

You jumping over a table to full body tackle him over a game of uno, him picking you up in the air by your ankle because he asked if you wanted to go somewhere and you said no so he literally took you anyways. Beomgyu going in for a hug only to turn it into a chokehold. The two of you sharing one blanket at a little campfire thing and him holding your hands to keep them warm. Beomgyu pouting and asking you to dye your hair to match him, you falling asleep with your head in his lap

The two most iconic moments that no one ever forgets, is when beomgyu said he was proud of you without knowing that a camera was filming, and when he was crying because his family was in the audience, and you just hugged him the entire time the guys were talking onstage. These are the famous moments because despite how much you two mess with each other it is obvious that you both love each other.

TAEHYUN

Very soft best friends. Lots of inside jokes, very hands on. It is far from uncommon for the two of you to be found giggling about something found totally mundane by anyone else. And when I say you guys are soft I mean it's literally like the famous dynamic between you both. Countless images of you guys being cute together are spread, first most shipped duo where you're concerned

He's an absolute sucker for you. Would let you get away with burning the world down and stop anyone trying to hinder you. Lets you practice things on his hair like braiding or pins. Whenever he buys something like food or a souvenir and you're not there you can always hear him mumbling to himself, "should I get y/n one?" usually then turns to ask kai for advice if he's there.

Tbh, would probably also egg on the shippers. Never in a way you're not comfortable with or is obvious, but he'll do things like hold your hand for extended periods of time, pat your head. One time, he had been extra bold and kissed you on the head and slid his hand into your back pocket. That little move is a rare occurrence, but he does it because he loves fueling the running joke of your being his girlfriend lol.

Also loves when you baby him and make him feel completely taken care of. You carry around extra water and snacks- or sometimes they're just for him and the way you remember little things he tells you always reminds him that even if he has no one else he has you.

HUENINGKAI

If you and Taehyun are soft best friends, you and kai are soft soulmates. He is your biggest fan, and I will in fact die upon this hill. He loves you so much, and he sees the way you go out of your way to care for literally everyone else, and he has enough people taking care of him. For every one thing you do for him he does three for you.

Carries around three hair ties on his wrist. If stylists say he has to take it off he makes sure to keep them in his pocket just in case. He has a pack of bobby pins and he bought you a jacket to match his favorite that he keeps in his bag for you. Has a list of all your favorites; movies, shows, snacks, colors, materials, restaurant orders. Has a list of things you hate that he keeps both on his phone and printed and posted on a wall in the kitchen so mistakes never happen. Ever since the great pumpkin fiasco of 2020.

Has previously sat with you in his lap, bundled up in his coat because you fell asleep. I think everyone who knows the two of you and like k-moa ship you, nit international fans think it's all platonic. Very touchy, finding moments where the two of you just so happen to be linking pinkies or high fiving each other while performing is like the moa equivalent to finding easter eggs in taylor swift songs.

I mean literally soulmates, whether platonic or romantic is yet to be found, but the two of you are attached at the hip, sharing the same brain cell and everything. Ironically, I think he would also be the most protective. He has sisters and after hearing about their struggles within their groups and knowing that things are already different for you as the only girl in an otherwise boy group, he tries to be like your advocate, wanting things to be easier for you.

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For the fic writer ask?

🥭🍐🍇

From this ask game.

🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

Angst, fluff, smut, crack. Crack is hard because I don't know how to do humor. And the humor I do occasionally write doesn't fit the crack-vibe. Smut... Becomes kind of one-note after awhile, for me. Fluff is a delight. They DESERVE to be happy and I will write all those warm fuzzy feels that may not be entirely in character but gosh darn it, the blorbos deserve them!!! And angst... Ah, angst, my wheelhouse. They're already suffering in canon. I will make it worse, I will drag it out for thousands of words... And I'm good at it. Definitely the easiest, and the most fun.

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a bad characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc…

I wouldn't say hate. If I hate something I tend to dissociate from it. Like, I won't watch Star Trek Generations at all. Never seen it. Trekkies know why, probably. If I didn't see it happen, it never happened! (I still don't hate it - can't hate something I haven't seen.) Or Soul Eater NOT, again don't hate, but hate certain choices so I just...dissociate and disavow. Especially when it heavily contradicts established canon, it's easy to disavow. But if I'm just mildly annoyed by something, or frustrated, I'll write like...missing scenes. Things that answer the unanswered questions or clear up confusion. Or when a thing ends too soon, I may write a missing scene thing that fleshes out more of the details and emotions. But as a canon purist I never change things. Now, if we wanna be specific about a specific canon... Honestly, nothing is leaping out? Just that missing scene/fleshing out details, thing.............. WAIT. I've got one. In the Soul Eater manga. Maka should have hugged Spirit. Like. I get that the author needed to wrap things up fast, and comedy is a good way to do it. But.... That...... What the author did there. That was wrong. Which makes me think of the Soul Eater anime. A specific thing I would have changed is, all of Crona's lines in the final scene in the Death Room should have been spoken by Spirit (and changed to make more sense). Honestly, that part makes me cringe. It ruins the final episode for me. I won't keep going about it because it'll make me upset, but yeah.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

Well............... I've technically written over 200 fanfics about Drakken/Shego in Kim Possible. Just....those two. Aaaaaaahhhhh yesssssss making a villain romance work. That hits the spot. Like. How many love confession fics can I write? A lot, apparently. In Soul Eater, basically any moment Stein and Spirit are together onscreen I want to write about. 😅 Same in the manga. I'm not obsessed, I swear-- Other fandoms... I do have those moments but they aren't leapint out at me right now. If I think of them I'll edit this post to include them. Was trying to think of Star Trek and Sherlock Holmes (book and TV) canons. Hmm...

Thanks for the ask!!

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Whatever the Fuck Benrey is: Chapter Twenty-One: Pretty Neat, Huh?

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

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If Gordon had had doubts about his sleep-deprived conclusion on his feelings for Benrey, they were dispelled upon waking up with him. Whilst asleep, they’d shifted into a more traditional spooning position, Benrey’s back pressed to his chest. Gordon could happily lay here forever with him. … Or maybe not forever. Waking up like this every day for the rest of his life sounded pretty good though.

No nightmares either. Or if he’d had one, he didn’t recall even the feel of it. Perhaps he’d just been too tired but Benrey’s presence had certainly helped because it always did. Probably cuddling anyone at night who was into it would’ve helped but it was Benrey who chose to, had suggested the idea in the first place. When or why he’d started caring enough to do so was still a mystery but it didn’t really matter, did it? He cared and Gordon loved him for that and for so many other things.

Which didn’t mean Benrey wasn’t an annoying bastard, trolling whenever possible when they played games together even if they were supposed to be on the same team. And Gordon had eventually found the cling-wrap over the basement door. It was probably only a matter of time before he pulled another prank. But he better knew Gordon’s limits now, putting them closer to being on the same page of what went too far. He hadn’t repeated anything like the falling bucket prank.

There was still the question of if he reciprocated. Even if what they had now was more than enough to make Gordon happy, the possibility of romance was still alluring. Theoretically he could tell Benrey how he felt and ask. Probably the wisest move but… what if that ruined what they had now? So he’d think about it more later, maybe ask someone or the internet for advice. Right now he didn’t want to move or even think in general. Going back to sleep would be nice.

Except even if he was still tired, that wasn’t easy. The light coming in through the gaps in the curtains was too bright. He needed to get up to get a drink of water if nothing else. Sometimes being a human with normal animal needs sucked.

And then sealing the deal on sleep being over… “I’d have thought you’d want to get up soon as you woke up today.” Of course Benrey was awake. He didn’t need to sleep as much as Gordon did so naturally when sleeping in, he’d woken up first. And of course he knew Gordon had woken up too; he could be quite perceptive at times.

Gordon took a breath, intending to ask why he’d not want to linger in bed but… let it out in a sigh instead. The reason he was so tired and sore, they’d just returned from the Black Mesa facility with all of Benrey’s experiment related stuff. Including his records that Benrey was going to let Gordon look at.

With a groan, he forced himself to sit up and look down at Benrey, his face an unreadable blur. “Good morning.”

“It’s not morning.”

“Yeah, probably not, huh?” The light coming in through the window attested to that. Gordon slid off the bed entirely, allowing him to reach over to the nightstand for his glasses. The beside clock read 12:32pm. They’d slept for almost ten hours… or Gordon had anyway. “You look at any of your stuff yet?”

Benrey slid out of bed too. The ruffled mess of his hair and pajamas was endearingly cute. “Nope, waiting for you. We’re gonna look together, remember?”

Of course Gordon remembered. Most of yesterday was a blur but that kind of thing wasn’t easily forgotten. “You sure you’re okay with me looking?”

“Yep.”

Gordon should perhaps decline anyway out of politeness or at least tell Benrey to go through it all himself first to sort out stuff he wasn’t all right with Gordon seeing. But he was being given permission to look. All the questions he’d ever had about whatever the fuck Benrey was could finally be answered. And not the type to be constrained by social conventions – especially ones that were stupid like the whole offering something out of a sense of obligation with the understanding and hope that it’d be declined for the sake of propriety thing that people sometimes supposedly did – Benrey likely wouldn’t lie about being okay with it. What was there to be gained from such a lie? Nothing as far as Gordon could tell.

“Wanna go look now?” Benrey gestured towards the door.

As eager and curious as Gordon was… “I gotta eat something first.” And more importantly get some coffee, he could drink some water while he waited for that to brew.

~

In anticipation for playing games together once they got a proper gaming computer built – a process they hadn’t quite begun yet – they planned to eventually get two office chairs into the gamer pad. For now though, they had only the one. Gordon was going to let Benrey have it but… “Nah, you’re taller so you’d have to bend over to see the screen good.”

Gordon couldn’t argue with that. And with all of the stuff they’d brought in from the lab, there wasn’t room to comfortably pull in one of the kitchen chairs. So with a sigh, he sat down and booted up the computer.

Back at the lab they’d pulled the hard drives out of the computers salvaged from the facility to plug into the ones they already had up and running. Here though, the salvaged computers were more high-tech than the cheap temporary computer Gordon had bought solely to be able to browse the internet on. Enough so that even if it wasn’t built for gaming, it still might be able to be used for such. And so while Gordon had had ‘breakfast’, Benrey had moved their computer aside and replaced it with one of the three brought in last night.

Which meant starting it up brought up the familiar Black Mesa login screen. Promoted and having put himself in charge of sorting through the old experiment data he’d long since gotten the master login from Breen. As he typed it in – slowly but surely he was developing a one handed way of typing that wasn’t as fast as he used to be able to do but was still far better than pick-typing – he repeated it out loud to Benrey so he could log in by himself later. It was possible to change the login for this computer or set it to boot up without it but whatever, Benrey deserved to know some of Black Mesa’s secrets. If he wanted to risk sneaking into the temporary lab to log in to one of computers there to set up a prank on Breen or whoever, as long as he could do it without getting caught or landing any of the Science Team plus Darnold in trouble, it wasn’t any of Gordon’s business.

What was his business though, being the one with easiest access to the mouse and keyboard was finding the experiment data saved to the computer. The systems used across all of Black Mesa were the same, making it easy to navigate even though the experiment was of an entirely different sort than the ones he’d worked on.

After who even knew how many years Benrey had been an experiment for, there was an awful lot of stuff, taking up most of the available memory across multiple backup drives. They were in luck though as the people in charge of organizing the data had done that job well – a surprisingly uncommon trait amongst the Black Mesa scientists – making it easy to navigate. True to Benrey’s word, a lot of the files had the term ‘Subject X’, implying they were about Benrey. Possibly a roman numeral. There might be nine prior attempts at making him or maybe nine other aliens captured for study. Or the ‘X’ might be because it was the first letter of ‘Xen’. Maybe it meant nothing and had just been chosen at random or for some reason not directly related to Benrey and the experiment.

“Start with the videos.” Benrey leaned in over Gordon’s shoulder. “You scientists are always super boring when writing your research paper stuff.”

Gordon should perhaps ask one last time if Benrey was really sure he was okay with him seeing. He’d already said several times that he was though and Gordon wanted to see. So much so he’d been willing to go all the way to the Black Mesa facility for the chance to. Thus instead, he said nothing as he followed Benrey’s orders. Not how he would’ve done it but it was only fair he let Benrey call the shots here.

The earliest video file was dated at April 1st 1983 and was titled ‘SubX Success’. So they’d presumably had Benrey for about twenty-five years. Well, it had already been established that they’d had him for at least for as far back as he could remember, thus basically his whole life. Still a long time to be an experiment though. Not that there was anything that could be done about it so instead of saying anything, Gordon opened it and set it to start playing.

On screen was a man – his age indeterminate beyond being old enough that his hair was starting to go gray – in a lab coat standing behind a table in a generic looking lab. “That light means it’s recording now, correct?”

“Correct,” came an off screen voice, presumably the camera man. In typical Black Mesa fashion, the camera used to record was more advanced than what would’ve been available elsewhere at the time. Allowing for video and sound quality to be not too far below what would be considered on par for modern day technology.

“Good, good. Now,” he turned his attention into the camera, “we finally have a living specimen. If it’ll stay alive for long, we don’t know yet, especially since its not quite what we expected, but I personally have high hopes.”

As he spoke, he pulled a cart in from off screen. On it was various equipment, including a stand that held up a small metal canister about the width of a pool noddle. Grabbing it, the man pressed something on the side that cause the lid to lift before upending it onto the table in front of him. The camera zoomed in on it as he did so.

A grayish blob flowed out of the canister, looking not at all like a living thing. Not until it moved anyway, reaching out with formless tendrils as if looking for the canister as it was pulled away. Finding nothing, the blob instead reached out all around it. Not the settling motion of a non-solid but seemingly intentional reaching out for something.

Was that… Benrey? It didn’t look anything like him but there wasn’t any reason for it to considering his shape shifting. If it was Benrey though, that made it a he instead of an it. Assuming that’s how Benrey preferred to be called anyway. Gordon had never actually asked so… he paused the video and looked up at Benrey. “You go by he/him, right?”

“Yup. Why?”

“Just wandering and making sure.” He could maybe ask for more specifics later if Benrey was willing to share his thoughts on the human made concept of gender and all that. For now though… “Let’s continue.” He clicked the play button, resuming the video.

The scientist’s hands came into the picture, one of them holding what looked an awful lot like a scalpel – this had only just started and it was already taking an uncomfortable turn. “As you can see, its form is a bit odd but when we cut it, it bleeds to heal itself.” He demonstrated with the scalpel, making a small cut on top of Maybe-Benrey, making him visibly flinch away. The blood was a now somewhat familiar slightly purple tinged red that did indeed seem to close up the small cut. “We’re not sure if it makes enough for us to be able to harvest it but the hope is that it’ll bigger and thus will in time.”

His other hand blocked the blobs attempt to crawl away, pushing him closer instead as he lifted the scalpel to do another cut, a bit bigger this time. “It also responds to being cut as if it feels pain. We will have to see how that develops in the future and see if it responds to other stimuli as well. For now, I don’t wish to keep it out of its simulated environment for long lest that kill it. End the recording ple--” The video ended, cutting him off.

Gordon turned in his chair a bit, letting him look up at Benrey. Before he could figure out how to ask what Benrey thought about the video…

“That ain’t me.” Benrey’s tone was just ever so slightly strained towards perhaps anger or frustration. Or maybe Gordon just expected him to be having an emotional reaction and thus was imagining it.

“Well, um… I guess we don’t know that for sure yet. The guy did say it might die. So maybe… the next one’s you or the one after that. We know it’s got something to do with you though so… you know.” There was a good chance that Benrey had looked an awful lot like the blob in the video at some point in his life. Which was interesting as that would make him a fascinating creature indeed.

“I tried the no structure thing. It sucks.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

“Last time I was doing the trying to find my true form or whatever thing, I finally like uh… dissolved all my bones or whatever. It sucked, didn’t feel right at all. If I’m really just… a dumb boring blob or whatever that was, I would’ve felt something, right?”

“I don’t know. I know less about how any of that should work than you do.” If they kept going, there was no doubt a lot more to be revealed. No bigger questions had even been answered yet. Gordon’s curiosity was stronger than ever and the answers were right here but… Benrey didn’t seem to be pleased with this little bit they had found. “You wanna stop? Or maybe take a break since we went all that way so it’d be a shame to stop now.”

“No.” Zero hesitation on that answer. “Next video.”

“How ‘bout we start from the top? The first document should have the purpose and intended method of the experiment clearly stated.”

“Fine, guess that’s easiest anyway since you wanna look at everything anyway.”

Gordon was no longer entirely sure he wanted to see everything, everything. Not if Benrey – or the prototype Benrey and eventually no doubt Benrey himself – was going to be shown being sliced and diced or anything of the sort. Science was only interesting and fun when no one was being hurt. Even if physical damage wasn’t as big a deal for someone with Benrey’s powers, that didn’t make it okay or pleasant to witness. For now though, he turned back around and scrolled up a bit to open up the earliest file on record, dated almost a full year before the first video had been taken.

“Read it out loud,” Benrey said as he leaned into the side of the chair, forcing Gordon to catch himself with his foot before it could swivel too far the right. “Make it entertaining.”

“I doubt I can do that.” His interest in the subject would make it compelling for him but his lack of experience reading things out loud would likely harm how interesting it would be to someone like Benrey. “I can try though.” That’s all that could be asked of him.

***

Benrey soon set into pacing behind the computer chair as Gordon read. As expected the file was dry, scientific, and took way more words than it really needed to, making it boring. If Gordon was indeed trying to make it entertaining, he was bad at it. Benrey hung on every word anyway. Finally it was time to get some answers.

The stated purpose of the experiment that had resulted in Benrey was to create a life form that could passively produce healing gel, negating the need to create it manually using limited resources. One of the key ingredients for which was a rare plant found on Xen that refused to cultivate in any lab scenario, creating the need for the experiment in the first place.

Benrey’s pacing slowed to a halt as Gordon read through the list of proposed materials and procedures to create this life form. This was an the answer to the question at last; Benrey had been made in the lab out of alien plants and chemicals. He was the only one of his kind. There wasn’t a group of aliens out there like him which also meant he had no family he’d been stolen from as an egg. He hadn’t even come from an egg but instead, reportedly a vat, not even a tube. And to top it all off they’d made him solely to harvest his healing juice.

That was… fine though. It didn’t matter. Nothing changed. It’s not like he’d have liked his family if he did have one. He’d have been mad at them, right? Because they’d have let him get stolen and experimented on. So this was probably the better option anyway, right? No one had let him be stolen and experimented on, he’d just been made to harvest healing gunk from and then bonus experimentation had happened along the way too. Shitty but… whatever, it didn’t matter anyway. He’d just been mildly curious. And now he knew so he could go back to not caring. He was fine with this.

Once apparently done reading – though Benrey had tuned out the last however long – Gordon turned the chair to face him. “So you were made in the lab but entirely outta alien stuff which basically means you’re like both, right? A lab grown alien. That’s pretty cool.” He would think that, wouldn’t he? “Even if uh… the reason they made you is kinda, not great. Or I guess their intentions were good but being made to have a resource harvested from you is uh… uncomfortable. But being a lab grown alien is pretty neat, huh?”

“Guess so, yeah.”

Benrey had apparently done a bad job of conveying just how much he didn’t care because Gordon’s attempt at a smile died. “You were hoping that uh… you were a just a normal alien, huh?”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Don’t need a family anyway. What they made me for kinda sucks but… I already knew they were keeping me ‘round for that anyway so it’s nothing new. So… I don’t care.”

“I’m sorry.”

Benrey scoffed. “Don’t be.” Even if him caring enough to be sorry was a good sign, Benrey didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He knew now so it was time to move on. “Let’s continue. There’s a lot to get through.” So the question of how Gordon would feel about him after would finally be answered too. It’d be real nice to just be done with all this nonsense already.

“You uh… sure you wanna keep going? I mean that was… You’re allowed to be upset by it. We could take a break to process that if you want.”

“I’m not upset and I don’t need a break. It’s easier this way, don’t gotta worry about trying to find my people or whatever. I’m like uh… um… a legendary Pokemon. There’s only one of me ‘cause uh… the world couldn’t handle more. So drop it and read the next file or whatever.”

“All right, if you insist. But if um, you do ever need a break, just say so, ‘kay?” Gordon swiveled the chair to face the computer again.

Benrey had no intention of taking him up on that offer. The sooner all this was done with, the better. So he settled back into pacing as Gordon started reading the next document.

~

Next Chapter

[fraeuleintaka]

Interview with the AAIC Devs

This is the 58th post in the Ace Attorney Investigations Collection Countdown: 23 days left until release!

Today's topic: an interview with the developers behind the Investigations Collection!

A few interviews have been released with producer Shunsuke Nishida and localisation director Janet Hsu (and the first including producer Kenichi Hashimoto as well) on the topic of the Investigations Collection and the AA series in general with some interesting revelations and information coming forth. I found three interviews on three different sites with some overlapping questions but also lots of different ones and I'm going to highlight the most interesting points (to me).

Development on the Investigations Collection began in 2022 (right after development for the AJ trilogy wrapped up) and they spent 3 whole months just working on the character sprites' graphics (as they knew fans wouldn't be satisfied with the product without putting in a significant amount of effort)

This is insane to think about considering how long they kept quiet about this! 2022! And most people at that time were thinking that any hope for an Investigations 2 localisation was delusional... So glad that it ended up happening! It also sounds incredible how they describe the amount of effort they went to for the HD sprites and updated graphics in general. They really went the extra mile(s) (ha!) to remake these two beautiful games as best as they could. So worth it!

Several people of the development team worked on the original games and they also asked other Capcom staff that worked on the original games for opinions and advice

This is good to hear! So they make sure that the enhancements, possible changes and localisation are all in spirit of how the games were originally meant to be. It's nice when they take care of the story and characters like this.

Replicating the feel of the original Investigations (and trilogy) was challenging (they tried to keep it as tonally consistent with I1 as possible but with 10 years inbetween the localisations slight differences are unavoidable) as well as keeping the complicated mysteries, threads and foreshadowing straight (they even created event timelines for their own reference), keeping things consistent and references straight is a big part of the process in general

I can imagine that 😄 I2 is about the most complex game in the series in the best possible way! And this sounds like they paid attention to every possible detail, nice! Love that they also wanted to make the 2nd one feel like the 1st one despite the long time between localisations, I hope it worked out. At least from what I've seen of the two first cases nothing feels jarring so that's promising.

Kay is JH's favourite character in Investigations and her added depth in I2 only makes her more likeable

Based opinion! I love Kay, she's my favourite assistant character in the series and her role in I2 is great. My favourite Investigations character is Shi-Long Lang and my favourite Investigations 2 character Sebastian Debeste (Eustace Winner).

They did not play the fan translation in order to create their own original localisation without outside influence

Understandable and probably the better way to do it instead of constantly having a different version in one's head. Though that'll likely mean there'll be no references to the fan translation which I'm a bit sad about.

There are cultural and grammatical challenges in localising AA to establish the right context and make the mysteries work, JH is particularly proud of the California rolls change

I honestly don't know what they mean with the California rolls thing. Maybe I'll know when I encounter it in the game. Apart from that I always love hearing about the localisation process and I hope that we'll get some blog posts from JH again about localising I2.

They didn't redo the Investigations localisation in any way, they only fixed typos and other glaring must-fixes

I think I prefer it this way. I don't know what they would even want to fix apart from typos and continuity corrections, I don't remember any major problems. Investigations' localisation is great the way it is.

• They redesigned the UI completely to account for larger screens and added on to the background visuals and other illustrations as necessary to extend them horizontally

The UI changes are obvious but I hadn't noticed that any of the visuals are extended in this way. Huh, neat, I'll have to check and compare them.

They gave no comment on further games for Miles or Investigations in general

They also didn't give any hints towards the Investigations Collection release though so this could mean anything. Maybe a sequel is already planned on for when the collection sells well...

JH just thinks of puns easily, the name finding process includes looking at the Japanese name to see what they were going for, brainstorming several names going in different directions and whittling down the list for the name that best fits the character (personality-wise) followed by a balance check at the end that all the names in a given game feel cohesive

That sounds like a very careful and extensive process to really make sure that the best possible name is chosen for a given character. Sure, if you can't think of the perfect name, it can't end up in the game but I'd really love to see the alternative names that were considered for some characters (like for Sebastian) and why they ended up choosing the one they did. That cohesiveness check is also interesting, I wonder if they ever changed a name because it didn't fit in with the others they'd chosen.

The growing number of AA fans was a deciding factor for releasing I2 now and they hope to increase the fanbase further, all the quality of life improvements are supposed to give the best possible experience for both old and new fans

As expected but still nice to have this confirmed. Why wouldn't they release it now? And as an old fan, from what I've seen, I'm more than happy with all of the improvements!

The HD redesign of the chibi characters was a massive undertaking (sometimes they thought they wouldn't finish in time) and they started from scratch on how to enhance them (exploring several options) as they're unique to Investigations and unprecedented

The more I hear about how much effort this entire redesign took, the more impressed I am. That they even did this is amazing. And just look at the result! All that effort was more than worth it!

Investigations is a unique take on AA not least because of Miles as the protagonist and his unique thoughts and developments guiding the narrative

Agreed! That's why the Investigations games are the best 😉 And why Miles is my favourite protagonist in the series, he's by far the most fun to play as!

When deciding on a name the level of pun appropriate for the character is important, if it's obvious or subtle, if the character is serious or funny

Makes sense and it's really noticeable. That's why we'll (sadly?) never have "The Adventures of Deid Mann". Though what counts as an appropriate name for a serious character in AA stretches the definition pretty far. I somewhat disagree on their chosen level of pun for Sebastian (and Ray aka Eddie), but if they think his name is serious enough for his serious arc in the later part of the game, it should also be serious enough for giving him a protagonist role in the next Investigations, right? Right?

The gameplay systems in Investigations (Logic, Mind Chess) reflect the nature of protagonist Miles Edgeworth

That's what I'm saying! Miles is just so epic that he has multiple unique mechanics to reflect his nature instead of one single gimmick like the others 😉

The most difficult part in localising is balancing the tone of the dialogue so that everyone can enjoy it, the fine-tuning of the words make or break the experience

Sounds pretty intense but only natural. You're basically re-writing the entire story so you have to make sure that not only is the meaning conveyed but that everything sounds natural in the language you're translating to. I've translated stuff before and it's noticably different from how you'd write it naturally in the other language. That doesn't work for a story. But the other localisations so far have been great so I'm positive that I2's will be as well.

A strong sense of how each character should sound keeps the characterization consistent while giving them a speaking style (including text scripting) that gels well with their personality and animations

The best thing is always when you can tell which character said which line just by the line alone. Distinct voices for all characters helps a lot in making them feel unique and bringing them to life in the story. The way they describe using speech patterns and how the text is delivered to convey characters' quirks and personality is exactly why AA characters are so memorable and why the games are so fun.

Miles is the most interesting character to write for because of all of his different eras, each version is a little different but still the same deep down (he's also one of JH's favourite characters)

Not surprising at all, Miles is one of the best characters in the entirety of AA after all and the most developed, too. That's why he's my most favourite 😊 He's so fascinating and despite his amount of screentime there's still always something new to explore about him!

I2 is one of the most thrilling localisations JH worked on being very happy about everyone's reaction to the announcement

It's not every day you can localise such an anticipated and sought after game so I totally get that. And the reaction was truly something - completely warranted! This is the only game I'm doing such a countdown for after all 😉

[alexis-royce]

If a Mr Sacks showed up asking for a gift from Cards, what would they give?

Please take a moment to pretend that your character has slipped on The Robe of Mr Sacks.

When you receive the Incarnadine Fur Robe, it comes with instructions to enter The Bazaar at your earliest possible convenience. You make your way in through the Steel Door, but soon find yourself ferried through a twisting labyrinth of wet, muggy passages. The internal layout of the Bazaar would no doubt make for valuable intel, were it not for the unmistakable sense that the walls themselves are wriggling. You recall an exhibition surgery in Ladybones, just off of Hawley Street. The way the surgeon displaced yard after yard of the unconscious man’s intestines, wrapping them around a metal cart much the same as a sailor with a length of rope. It was crucial that they be secured.

After all, they wouldn’t stop wriggling.

Descend.

Through you have climbed down no less than four flights of stairs, you soon emerge into a corridor lined with windows. You are dozens of storeys up above the city.

Mr Cards’ apartment is languidly decorated, half Belgian, half French, and absolutely sneering in the face of good British decency. Gone is the tasteful moderation, nearly every item has some broad, plant-like flourish. And that lampshade! Good god, is that stained glass? The very idea!

A large oriel window looks out over the city of London.

If anovelbirthmark == 1: It also looks suspiciously similar to a spire-emporium. If you calculate the angle, one could almost swear that this room was located in the South-East tower…

The doors to this entryway boom open, and Cards strides forward with the practiced gait of a stage performer. They take your hand in both of its claws, the large palms dwarfing your own.

“Why, Mr Sacks! If I offer you my regards, rest assured that they come only as a prelude to the actual merriment!”

Cards is terribly eager to talk with you. It mixes you a warm spiced drink, then sits you down to a game of twenty squares. It preens and explosits at length about the recent journey it undertook to reach its fellows in The Neath. No less than three times, it insists you explain your reasons for choosing it over any of the other Masters, cackling with glee at any offered praise to it, and harder still at any criticism leveled at the rest.

Despite not knowing the rules, you soundly beat Cards at the board game, and it congratulates you with simpering aplomb. It reaches over your shoulder to find the half-forgotten sack, slipping a lavishly milled envelope within. You spend another twenty minutes at the door before leaving, listening to Cards gossiping and waiting while it stuffs another clawful or two of cherry sweets into your pockets.

It is unseemly in the extreme to open a gift envelope in public, but once you’re home, a letter opener makes quick work of the wax seal. It’s been stamped with a correspondence symbol, leaving the wax still distressingly hot.

When you pull out the contents of the envelope, you’re left holding a Christmas Card. You don’t know what you expected. The writing within is signed in Violant, so distracting that you nearly miss the other bit of paper inside the Christmas card.

Ah. A library card. Your name is written in the same ink as the holiday well-wishes. The thought crosses your mind to bin it, but when you flip it over, you realize that the back of the card lists credentials for access to one of the Ministry of Public Decency’s Storehouses for Felerroneous Materials.

That is a trap with your name on it.

You turn your attention to the other card. At least that one will compliment the decor.

You have received A Card-Within-A-Card (Home Comfort) Watchful +3 Respectable +1

The exterior is a chic conversation piece. The interior is an unforgettable reminder never to start a game without knowing whether you are included in the field of play.

[saturdaynightghostclub]

Leander Mason, Prince of Chicago

Leander Mason is late. Which is not necessarily unusual, but for the fact that he’s late to his own engagement party. Which consequently has made you late to your own engagement party.

You wouldn’t normally mind, you swear. Honestly, this party wasn’t either of your ideas. It came about three months after Leander’s hurried late-night proposal, after which you’d both sworn to keep the news under wraps from your respective families, at least until you’d ironed out the important details of the wedding. The date, the venue, the catering—these were things you wanted to take care of yourselves, refusing to leave the door open for family interference of any kind. Naturally, though, an eagle-eyed uncle of Leander’s spotted your engagement ring in a photo his too-thoughtful nephew had sent alongside some holiday card or other, and then the entire Mason clan knew, which meant you had to tell your parents, and then the combined force of your two unhinged families became too much to bear and you buckled, both of you, allowing them this one concession in exchange for a (theoretically) peaceful wedding-planning process. So really, you wouldn’t normally mind if you missed a few minutes of this whole ridiculous affair, only it happens that Leander Mason is late because he procrastinated picking up his dry cleaning, neglecting to consider that the dry cleaner is closed on Sundays, and cannot possibly think of a better solution than driving all the hell over Chicago in search of a suit jacket that matches the trousers he plans to wear. He called you from a phone booth an hour ago to let you know. If you’d left an hour ago, you might have been a few minutes early. If you leave right this second, you’ll be twenty minutes late.

It’s not that you’re in any rush to fraternize with your estranged family. On the contrary, you’d rather never see them again. But being that they’ve invaded Chicago like cicadas and are unlikely to leave without torturing you for at least an hour or two, you think you’d better just get it over with.

The crash of a gangly frame through your front door sets you alert, and you’re met with Leander, haloed by the glow of the hallway light, panting from exertion. No suit jacket to be seen.

“Hi, darling,” he breathes, crossing the room to kiss you on the forehead, “I’m sorry, I thought I could make it, but then Saks was closed, and I hit every red light on the way here, and—my god, you’re beautiful.”

You can’t help the smile that crosses your face. You do look stunning, if you do say so yourself. “Next time you send yourself on a wild goose chase to avoid our families, take me with you,” you reply.

“Roger,” he says, smiling apologetically before he bolts into your bedroom. When he comes out, his hair is artfully tousled and his dress shirt is pressed within an inch of its life. “Ready?” He asks, taking your face in his hands and examining it as if for signs of regret or apprehension. Both of which you feel in spades, for the record.

“Ready,” you confirm in spite of yourself, unable to keep the nerves from your voice. Leander kisses you hard.

“No matter what happens tonight,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours, “we’ve got each other’s backs, deal? You are my priority, Professor.”

“Deal,” you nod. And then you’re in the car, and then you’re in a small hotel ballroom with, like, one million rich Midwesterners and twenty or so of your own confused family members, most of whom (yourself included) have never experienced an opulence of this magnitude.

Leander sticks close to you as you enter the party, long fingers stretched across the small of your back. Where you have complete tunnel vision, he’s scanning the crowd like a hunter in search of game. “Come here,” he mutters suddenly, pulling you gently but firmly toward him with a nasty look over his shoulder. You glance behind you to see which of his family members he’s shielding you from, only to lock eyes with your own father. Jesus, here we go.

You turn fully to face your father, ignoring Leander’s insistent tugging and efforts to pull you away. “Dad,” you say, keeping your voice impressively neutral.

“Hi, sweetheart!” Your father beams, moving as if to hug you. You take a reflexive step back, feeling Leander’s hands on your shoulders as you do. He knows the hell your family has put you through; hell, he’s probably angrier about it than you are at this point. Your father’s smile falters for a split second, and you instinctively fear the rage that will follow if he’s made to look foolish in public. “This the man who’s stolen you away from us?”

“This is Leander,” you say, refusing to indulge his comment which, though delivered with the cadence of a joke, is certainly intended to bite. Cool, calm, collected. Measured and calculated, even.

“How do you do,” comes Leander’s voice, deeper than usual, as he leans into your back to extend a steady hand. Your father shakes it evenly, Pan-Am smile firmly back in place. Before he can say anything though, Leander speaks again. “Love, we’ve got a lot of people to greet, yeah? Let’s do a lap, maybe catch up with Dad later?”

“What are you doing?” You hiss as Leander sweeps you away.

“Trust me, Professor,” he murmurs in response, face carefully neutral as he navigates the crowd, “I know men like him. He’s angry, right? He’s miserable, he’s mean?”

“Sure,” you say.

“Then let him be angry with me,” he says. You’ve reached the corner of the ballroom now, his fingers gently circling your wrist as he attempts to maintain a facade of casualty. “Let him think I’m keeping you from your family, or whatever he wants to tell himself. Better me than you.”

You’re formulating a response, trying to decide whether you want to start an argument or fall into his arms and sob, when a bony, manicured hand lands on Leander’s shoulder. He spins to face the woman trying to get his attention, who you recognize after a moment as his aunt Livia.

“You two are just adorable!” she exclaims in a frankly impressive misreading of the situation.

“Thank you,” Leander replies, exasperated once again. You can see the frustration rising in him, as it so often does when dealing with his family, and suddenly you’re a fish out of water. Actually, you’re a fish in the razor-sharp beak of an eagle, and the eagle is soaring over the city at warp speed, and you knew it would be intense, but you couldn’t have predicted how completely overwhelmed you’d be when it really came down to it. His family and yours. Clueless and cruel, two sides of a really, fantastically stupid coin.

Jesus, girl, you think, you raised yourself better than this. So you roll your shoulders back, inhale (cigarette smoke, whiskey, heat) and exhale (pure unadulterated rage), and enter survival mode. If Jerry Cantrell was born to wail on the guitar and Leander Mason was born to be a (beautiful, wonderful) thorn in your side, then you were born to navigate the psychic minefield of family dysfunction.

The next few hours pass–or maybe they don’t–in a haze of “Good to meet you” and “Yes, we’re very happy” and “Sure, I’ll call more.” You can feel Leander’s anxiety spiking, too preoccupied with your own to do anything about it. And then, like magic, you’re back in his car. His forehead is on the steering wheel, his entire body curled forward in an impressive display of defeat.

“Leander,” you say softly, laying a hand flat on his back. His response is a low, guttural groan that you think wouldn’t be entirely out of place in a medieval torture chamber. “Want to run away to Iceland?” you ask, only half-joking. The poor man has been needled within an inch of his life tonight, by his family and yours alike.

He barks out a surprised half-laugh, righting his posture to look at you. “Yeah,” he says. His voice is raw. “But we’re not going to, right?”

“I mean, I don’t see why not.”

“Alright, give me your elevator pitch.”

You grin in spite of yourself. “You, me, and a little apartment on a river. No family to speak of.”

“Well, we don’t exactly need to go all the way to Iceland to have that, do we?” He asks, lifting your hand to his lips from where it rests on the center console. You raise an eyebrow. “If it’s a river you want, we’ve got a perfectly good one right here in Chicago.”

“And our families?”

“Fuck ‘em,” he says, eyes steady on yours, “You and me, my love. We’re more family to each other than all the people in that ballroom combined.”

You lean into your seat, letting your head fall back. “Yeah,” you say softly.

Part of you always sort of wondered if you’d eventually regret cutting off your parents the way you did. But wouldn’t it have happened by now? It’s been almost a decade, and you’re just as angry with them as you were at eighteen. The only person in the world who’s managed to make you feel sane about the entire thing is sitting beside you in the driver’s seat, and if that makes you both assholes then fine, you’ll be assholes together. God, fuck ‘em. You’ve got your family. And you’re definitely fucking eloping.