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Damn Those Dog Tags: Part 15 - Have You Ever Seen The Rain

📖I need to make two apologies. First, I am so sorry for the long delay. While work was beating my ass, I actually received a rude comment on my Wattpad account for the last chapter that triggered a horrible writer's block. It was taken care of, and it didn't bother me at the time, but I didn't realize how much it affected me until I started to write. Then I decided to use it for inspiration!

Secondly, I'm so sorry for what is about to unfold. This one was planned from the get-go (which is also probably why I struggled because this is the one chapter I dreaded having to write).

(I'll be running from the pitchforks as they come, Woot Woot!)

❗️+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, Mentions of an original child, Shitty family dynamics, Angst, verbal fights, sexist implications, one slap across the face, and Jake being Hangman.

#6k words

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The story behind how you started ego-checking some of the cocksure pilots at Hard Deck is less interesting than one might think.

It all started with a game.

You weren't kidding when you told Jake you were a library, loving geek who'd rather spend her time deep in the stacks. That was the plot of your entire post-secondary experience. You didn't know how to flirt. You stayed clear of frat parties and cliquey groups. And if a guy tried to flirt with you, you ran for the freaking hills without a backward glance.

You only decided to take that bartending job in building H's damp, dark basement because you were dead-ass broke. But the thing about being a bartender on a University campus, there were moments when you had nothing but time on your hands.

You had to get creative.

Looking back, you would blame the writer-orientated part of your mind that decided to create that little game of making up stories for the people who regularly visited the miserable bar.

The quiet girl, always sitting in the back corner, cramming for a test or writing a paper. Did she like the ambience, or was she avoiding the library? Or was she trying to work up the nerve to ask out one of the bussers, waiting for the perfect meet cute?

Maybe the nerds who gathered every Friday at the arcade-style game consoles playing Pac-Man needed to leave their dorm because Friday nights tended to be the one night everyone liked to party.

Those popular girls sitting around a table with their $5 cocktails, lowcut tanktops, and jean shorts, always on their phones gossiping over the latest social media post from their favourite celebrities. Did they have Regina George in their ranks? Which one was sleeping with the other's boyfriend? How much blackmail did they have on each other?

Which one would murder the other first?

That little game you invented for yourself got you out of your shell. It also made it easier to deal with the persistent football jocks who'd try to flirt with you for a free shot.

Ridley would always get a kick out of it whenever you told her. You'd always imagined her curling up in a ball and kicking her feet back and forth while she squealed in laughter over the phone.

"Be a character in one of your freaking stories. Or better yet, act it out! You're a damn writer, Lizzie."

She was right. So you did.

You'd never forget the laughter of that football jock when your rejection of his flirting attempts to weasel a free drink out of you resulted in his childish reply of, "Well, nobody's perfect, Sweetheart, least of all you."

"I never said I was," you had said with a smile.

You must have said something right because a few minutes later, Penny was introducing herself and chatting you up, asking if you wanted a better job bartending.

You were all too happy to leave. But nothing could have prepared you for the hotshot, ego-driven, and stupidly horny Top Gun pilots who frequented the Hard Deck.

Between remembering their drink order or what side of the room they tended to gravitate towards, you needed more than your little guessing game to figure out their tells. You did pick up little things about them, though.

The WSOs were the kindest; ironically, they stood out in the crowds. Always a kind smile, never a bad thing to say about anyone.

The female pilots were always badass. At least, you thought so. Strong. Always commandeering the room the second they walked in. Always nice, no question about it. But mess with them; you got schooled hard.

They were the literal definition behind the saying, 'Do no harm, but take no shit.'

And with each new group that came in, the male pilots, the single flyers you had called them, paled compared to those jocks. They never changed. A pair constantly vied for first place with each new group that came through the Top Gun program.

Always a pair of males. Women always knew there was more at stake than a freaking trophy.

Those guys talked to you. Well... properly flirted at you.

That's where your little game came in handy. Picking out the little things about them, letting your mind do the creative parts next. It's how you turned Jake down so quickly that first time.

But the guy currently approaching the bar? He did not fit the bill of any regular customer you had seen in a while.

Tourists came and went without question. They stood out like a pack of flies, unsure where to go, with friendly faces and always asking what the best places were. They tipped great, and they never returned.

This guy?

Not a tourist.

He was from out of town. The plaid shirt, jeans and cowboy boots were unusual for a California bar. It was also how he gaped at the walls and ceiling, taking in all the Navy memorabilia Penny had collected over the years. If you hadn't been paying attention, you could have sworn there was a look of distaste on his face with each new item he saw.

But what irked you was the sense of familiarity you couldn't place while looking at him. Blonde hair and a sharp face. Something in how he carried that toothpick between his teeth, not in the way god forbid fucking Tyler had, but as if it was a piece of grass. Also, in the way he walked.

Then he openly leered at a woman's ass as she walked by, and it all made sense.

Ah, a Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mam.

He sat in the empty chair directly in front of you, still watching the women's retreating form. You didn't want to serve him, but a tiny part of you hoped your assumption had been wrong.

It had been a while since you had to rebuff flirty advances; the newer pilots going through the Top Gun Program hardly said anything to you except smile and relay their order.

You suspected Jake was behind it.

"What can I get you?" you smiled at the guy. He slowly pulled his eyes away with a sly grin. The second he caught sight of your face, his mouth stretched even wider as he leaned forward on the bar.

"Your number and the name of a good hotel."

You should have known better.

If it looked like a duck, it quacked like a duck too.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you straightened the line of shot glasses under the bar, not once looking up as you answered him. "Well, I can answer one out of two of those questions, but I'm afraid the only hotels around here are resorts. There is a bed and breakfast about ten minutes down the road that will give you a good deal."

"Will they give me a good deal if I mention your name?"

"Only my friends know my name, and you are simply a customer sitting at my bar wanting a drink?" you raised your eyebrow, tapping your finger against the bar.

He made a show of thinking about it, rocking his shoulders back and forth. He finally nodded, leaning forward to answer you.

"Whiskey. Straight."

You recognized his accent as you reached beneath the bar to grab the bottle. It was more pronounced and slightly more profound, but without a doubt, he sounded like Jake.

Good old southern Texas Charm.

Normally you'd engage in small talk, but you wanted nothing more than to leave this asshole alone. Thinking he'd leave it be after you poured him his drink, you slid the glass forward, then made your way over to the other side of the bar.

The words he called out after you made you stop in your tracks.

"You must get attention all the time. Having your pick of the litter each year."

You whipped around, offended. " Are you calling me easy?!"

He shrugged. "I'm just saying a good-looking woman like yourself, in this place... you clearly aren't sticking around because of the pay."

Oh, you wanted this guy gone. That could have been one of the most double-standard comments you had ever received. Old Liz would have sputtered, maybe run into the back fridge and asked one of the other bartenders to handle it.

You now? No chance in hell. If he were going to give it, you would give it right back. You weren't going to play the boyfriend card. You could fight your own battles, and something told you even if you told him you had a boyfriend, he'd think you were lying. He seemed like the type that wouldn't take no for an answer.

"You've got some nerve." You crossed your arms, matching back to him from the other side of the bar. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm not here because I'm looking for attention or have trouble finding a date. You've spent all of two minutes sitting at this bar, talking shit, while I've been fighting the urge to point out your confusion regarding basic anatomy."

He raised his eyebrows at your reply. "My confusion?"

You leaned forward, resting your arms upon the bar, eyeing him sourly. "Is your mouth your asshole, or are you just one?"

It was one of the more cruder remarks you had ever responded with. But this guy was trying to go for gold. Unphased, he leaned back in his chair, throwing his hands up. "Hey, no need to be aggressive. You should take it as a compliment. I never called you anything derogatory."

You huffed, pushing yourself away from him, rolling your eyes. "Calling me good-looking, then proceeding to say I'm only working here because it's 'easy to access' is still calling a woman a slut. You don't need to say the word to imply the meaning."

You ripped the dishrag from your shoulder, running it under the tap, muttering more to yourself, "There's no way that shit works on women."

"It does on the women back home," he answered you.

"Oh, so are you staying? Don't tell me you're a new pilot at Top Gun."

They'll beat that attitude right out of you.

"Oh, I'm just passing through. I figured I'd scout out the area. I heard this was a Navy bar. Don't understand what all the fuss is about."

You didn't answer him. Opening your mouth only led to him replying, and the quicker he finished his drink, the faster he'd leave. He took your silence as a means to continue.

"Still playing hard to get?"

"You ask me a question. I might choose not to answer."

"Wow. Subtle."

You turned, a hand on your hip. "You can't honestly expect me to speak to you, a complete stranger, after the way you just undermined my job because I'm not giving to your attempts. There is nothing to get."

He smiled, holding out his hand. "George Seresin. There, not a stranger."

Well, shit.

You wanted to hang your mouth open like a fish. You were staring down Jake's brother.

Now you understood Jake's reaction to Janet's warning. His anxious behaviour in the back of his truck. His lost-in-thought stares or the way he couldn't stop looking at you and Sadie when he came home from work this week.

George Seresin was a very unwelcome, uninvited and long-awaited guest.

Something snapped in your stomach, a twinge of weariness that Jake didn't confide in you. Then again, your slight disappointment was overshadowed by something greater.

Clearly, you were fated to ego-check both Seresin brothers while standing behind this bar. Because the idea came without warning, without doubt, or any sense of hesitancy.

George Seresin was at the Hard Deck.

He was right in front of you, trying to flirt with you without any idea who you were.

And he was sitting in the best spot in the entire place.

It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

You stepped backwards, turning to lean up against the bar. As you did with Jake all those months ago, you took the rag and started to wipe.

"So let me get this straight," you said, dragging the damp cloth around his glass, not once looking up. "I tell you my name in some effort to prove we are not strangers. I'm supposed to forget about your 'comments,' so you can use that good old Texas charm to woo me into your bed with a promise of a good time?"

You finally looked up, George only staring back at you with a heated smoulder.

"Something tells me none of those loose cannons cannot even promise you a good time. A quick roll in the sheets before they let some brass monkey in a fancy suit tell them where to shoot. You look like you could let loose for once in your life."

You froze, losing your grip on the rag and fingers twitching. Scanning Jake’s brother, you leaned against the bar, resting your weight on your elbows, throwing the fabric over your shoulder as you got inside his bubble. You never once broke eye contact as you pinned him down.

George bought it, hook, line and sinker. He was so focused on you and your face that he was oblivious to everything and everyone around him, including how your hand slowly reached up toward the rope hanging from the top of the bar.

The second he looked at your lips, you tugged.

Cheers and music flooded the Hard Deck when everyone heard the distinct ring of the barbell. You guessed the song right away, old habits dying hard. Slow Ride, its distinct beat letting you know Jake was here and he had seen the whole thing.

George reeled back, shocked as a few people came up and slapped him on the back, thanking him. You laughed softly at his reaction, pushing yourself away to help the few customers you knew who would take advantage of the free drink.

You had never rang the bell for someone like him. George Seresin would be the only exception.

"What the hell just happened?" he called after you. You didn't bother turning around, flinging your hand to gesture over your head, "Read the sign!"

George followed the direction of your hand, landing on the piece of wood dangling by the silver chain.

You disrespect a lady, the navy, or you put your cell phone on the bar, you buy a round.

You had already helped a few customers when he managed to tear his eyes away to glare at you heatedly. You turned to face him with a gleeful grin. Instead of asking him which one he thought you rang him out for, you started teasingly singing along to the chorus.

You hadn't done that in a while. It felt good.

"What did he do to warrant that?"

You smiled up at Jake as he approached the bar. He never took his eyes off you as he leaned on his elbow against the top of the bar beside George.

"What do you think?" you laughed at him.

Jake smirked. "I'd say he didn't take no for an answer."

"He did a little more than that. Tell him to put his cell phone on the bar, and he'd get three out of three."

"Ouch," Jake dramatically drawled. He finally turned his head, nodding once in his brother's direction. "Hi, Georgie."

You stiffed a giggle.

George huffed, jutting his chin out in your direction. "This one is trouble."

"Don't I know it," Jake said, looking back at you. "Pulled the same trick on me the first time I met her. Only she didn't ring the bell. Guess I did something right, considering she let me come back."

George glanced between you and Jake several times, and you could see the gears grinding in his head.

"Hi," you beamed at him, walking over and holding out your hand. "Elizabeth Beck. Your brother's girlfriend. I guess we aren't strangers after all."

George stared down at your hand, then gritting his teeth, knocking back another gulp of whiskey. He spat out his following words with the glass still to his lips, "So you are real. Jake, there's no way you're dating her."

You didn't try to hide the snark from your voice as you lowered your hand. "You thought I was imaginary? Sorry to disappoint."

George still chose to ignore you. "What's the matter, little brother? Need your girlfriend to speak for you?"

Jake stiffened, and it took everything in you not to ring the bell once more. Cause you knew if you did, Jake would be the one to help throw George out, and you didn't know what repercussions he could face.

"At least he has a girlfriend," you scoffed. "I can't imagine you've ever had a meaningful relationship with how you treat women."

You spied his empty whiskey glass, grabbing it firmly.

"Wham."

Sliding it across the bar's smooth surface, you caught it in the palm of your other hand.

"Bam."

Reaching into the pocket of your apron with your free hand, you slapped his bill down in front of him, rounds and all, attempting your best version of a Texan accent.

"Thank you, Mam."

Not wanting to waste more time on him, you turned to Jake, slightly worried. Some of you didn't know how to act around Jake when he was like this. When he was so... Hangman.

You gently touched his wrist, murmuring softly, "I'll see you in a half hour?"

He twisted his arm in your grasp, sliding his hand down so he could gently squeeze yours. But his eyes screamed a different, intense, unsettling story. As if he was assessing you for any threat.

"Sure."

You tried not to let it bother you, his non-chalent reply. Trying not to frown, you let go of his wrist to serve another customer, calling out as you walked away, "It was nice meeting you, Georgie!"

Jake watched you go with a slight turn of his head, proud you one-upped his brother but wishing you didn't leave him alone.

He knew why George was here. What he wanted him to do. No amount of smirk, cockiness, or even Hangman, could save Jake from this. George was the grave reminder that no matter where the Navy sent him, whether in California or on the other side of the world, there was no end to the metaphorical leash the 'hell bringer' had on both of his sons.

George scraped his chair back to stand. "Come on, little brother," he gruffed out, tossing his credit card onto the bar. "We need to have a chat."

—-

With Ridley's Jean jacket in hand and your bag, you placed them on the bar as you greeted Jimmy after finishing your shift. "Can you watch these for a second, Jimmy? I'm just going to the bathroom before I find Jake. We're going to pick Sadie up from Penny's and take her out for dinner."

The older man smiled. "She's feeling better?"

You nodded. "Mild concussion. She was okay after a few days and back at school. Bummed about not being able to play in soccer playoffs, though. Hence the trip."

"That girl loves her soccer. What a shame."

"Jake's is making it easier on her. I don't know what I would do without him."

He tilted his head towards the bathroom hall with a knowing grin. "Go get ready for your date."

You blushed, walking away, calling over your shoulder, "It's not a date!"

After freshening yourself up, you took a few moments to stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You saw the famous callsign board hanging on the wall behind you. You scanned the names from the mirror, looking for Jake's, doing a double take when you couldn’t find it. You turned, properly facing the wall.

Like the sign in the bar, it was a piece of wood with the words engraved into the top, “Ladies Beware: Navigate the Hard Deck with Care!” and underneath that, “Pilots who fly solo.” Several metal slots were glued to the surface, designed so she could easily slide plastic slate with a pilot’s callsign into place.

You recognized a few, even Rooster's, though his was listed way further down, out of harm’s way. But Jake's was nowhere to be found.

Then you realized - Penny had taken his name off.

She didn't do that for a lot of people. You could only recall one other instance when she removed a pilot's callsign from that board. She prided herself on it, so much so she never removed Maverick's at the top of the list, even after they got back together.

You needed to tell Jake.

With a hint of a smile, you eagerly walked out of the bathroom to find him. He was standing with George at the pool table, the elder Seresin brother lining up a shot as he spoke. As you approached them, you honed in on Jake, realizing he looked uncomfortable. Stiff, shoulders square, and his fists were clenched tight.

The closer you got, the more you heard of their conversation, and when you heard Sadie's name fall from George's mouth, you froze. Hearing him utter her name, especially in that hardened tone, was a punch to the gut. The urge to hide behind one of the support pillars in the middle of the room at the last second was too great to ignore, and you made yourself as small as possible.

You had stumbled upon a conversation you weren’t supposed to hear. George’s voice accompanied the sound of the eight-ball scattering the balls across the table.

"Come on, man," he said, his tone laced with arrogance. "Think about it. She threw her whole life away for her niece. She's tied down now, and you deserve someone who can give you more than that."

Jake remained silent. George continued, encouraged by his lack of protest. "You're a Navy pilot, for crying out loud. You could have anyone you want. Why settle for a girl with so much baggage?"

You weren’t stupid. You knew enough about George to realize he was the golden child, the favourite used to getting his way. George would only see you as Jake’s attempt to one-up him on something.

“You know why I'm here,” you heard him say firmly. “Dad doesn’t approve. He wants you to know if you continue on with her, you will never be welcomed back home.”

You swallowed hard, a knot forming in your stomach. There would never be a time when you asked Jake to choose you over his family, even with what you knew. You wanted to go out there, but this was Jake’s battle. Storming out to threaten anything but a kick to the balls was out of the question.

But when Jake finally spoke, his words were like shards of ice piercing your skin.

"Yeah, you're right."

A strangled noise escaped from you, a sound of raw pain and disbelief. You clapped your hands over your mouth, trying to muffle the sob threatening to escape. George’s reply triggered the blood rushing through your ears, the pain in your forearm from your nails biting hard into the skin.

“You know I am,” he laughed, another clack of the pool balls sounding out. “

There was only one way you saw this - Jake played you like he played those other bartenders.

You couldn’t hide any longer. You pushed yourself away from the pillar, swerving around to confront them.

“So Sadie and I were just a game to you?”

Jake turned sharply, shock in his eyes. “Liz,” he held his hands out in front of him. “It’s not what…”

“Not what?” you said heatedly, tears streaming from your eyes. “I heard plenty!”

He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat, confronted with your beat red face and tears. You were not supposed to hear all that.

The shock on his face was not enough to erase the sting of his words.

"Come on, Liz. You don't understand... it's..."

"What's there to understand, Jake?" you interjected, your voice seething with a volatile mix of pain and anger. "That I'm just another one of your bartenders?"

“Liz, don’t.”

“Enlighten me, Jake.” You crossed your arms. “Tell me all the reasons why. That bringing me flowers wasn’t a game. That getting close to my niece wasn’t a game. Asking me to give you a chance, taking me out on a date.”

You sobbed. “Taking me up in that damn plane.”

The thought was erupt, tearing itself from the deepest part of your mind. You couldn’t help it, the words spilling out in blinded anger. “Was my grief an opportunity for you to get into my pants? Telling me it would be alright so you could leave me high and dry? Telling me it was going to be okay?”

There was a sudden shift in his expression, his gaze hardening. As if a switch had been flipped, the warm, understanding man you knew disappeared, replaced by a stranger draped in defensiveness and sarcasm.

"Oh, excuse me," he declared. "I didn't realize I was your knight in shining armour, rushing to your rescue the second you need all your problems fixed. The girl who never had a relationship, thinking a man would solve all her issues."

The words hit you like a physical blow, your knees nearly buckling beneath you. Jake's harsh gaze didn't match his usual soft and protective demeanour. It was like looking at a stranger, someone you didn't recognize. The man before you was not the Jake you'd fallen for.

This man reminded you of your father.

Was this his plan all along? You racked your mind, searching for any indication this had been coming. But what only stood out was Rooster's words echoing in your head where you found none.

Did you really only add your name to the list of women Hangman had pursued?

Because here and now, those months of working through the trauma of losing Ridley didn't matter.

Was anything about this past year even worth it? The moments you worked through when you would avoid anyone mentioning her because acknowledging her in the past tense was too much. Avoiding the things that reminded you of her. Till helped you through it.

She would know what to say right now. She would be the one beating his ass with verbiage and scathing remarks. She would nail the moment and get it right.

It hit you, the hidden weight of how desperately you missed her.

Suddenly, you were that girl again, starting her first shift in that basement bar, wondering what to say to the students who saw you as a mere bookworm with no character or class - because you couldn't compare to the girl sitting in the corner writing her paper, actually having the courage to ask that busboy out.

Or the geeks in the corner cheering as hard as they did when they beat their high score on the console, uncaring of strange looks. Or that girl, finally standing up to her 'so-called friends' when one had been spreading rumours and crude remarks about her to the others behind her back.

He really did leave you out to dry.

"Stay the fuck away from my niece," you managed to gasp through your tears. "And stay the fuck away from me."

You wanted to believe your assumption that Jake was merely putting on a front. Hangman, his alternate self, was his attempt at protecting himself.

You had a hard time doing so.

There, plain as day, across his face was the most condensing grin you had ever seen as he dramatically drawled out slowly, "No fucking problem, sweetheart."

You didn't believe in thinking about everything you regretted throughout your life. Ridley was the only exception; if you had done more, moved back home after school, or gone to the police the day you kicked Tyler out, maybe she'd still be here. You couldn't change what had happened in your life, so spending time thinking about it in the present wouldn't do you much good.

So it was no surprise to you when you followed through with your knee-deep reaction, your hand coming up out of nowhere, open and firm, slapping Jake hard enough across the side of his face, his head turning with the force of it.

You knew you shouldn't have. You weren't a violent person by any means. Next to Tyler, you never had raised a hand to anyone. You were too hurt to care you just slapped him.

That should have scared you shitless.

Rather than voice the obvious, you remained silent, allowing every repressed thought, every buried emotion to resurface.

Ridley - dead.

Sadie - hurt.

Tyler - lurking.

Bradley - damaging.

It was all too much.

George's figure stood out from behind Jake amongst your blurry vision, tears creating a vignette in your line of sight. You tore past Jake, sticking your finger out only to push George square in his chest. He stepped back at the force, hand shooting out to balance himself against the pool table.

Jake wouldn't have done that had George not shown up. Had he not played with Jake's emotions.

"You need a fucking ego check and to grow the fuck up," you seethed at him. "I don't know whose got your balls on a very tight leash, but you have no right to go around and fucking up other people's relationships."

George didn't answer you, taking his hand off the table to stand properly. You pressed him again. "Does it give you some sick fucking pleasure to hurt your brother? Dad loves me best, so I'm going to remind everyone just cause I can?"

George was still avoiding your heated glare, fixating on his football ring, twisting the piece of metal back and forth. It only pissed you off further.

"My eyes are over here, Jackass! Have the decency to look me in the fucking eyes when I'm talking to you."

If nobody had been watching when you slapped Jake, you clearly had their attention now. Even with the music blasting from the speakers, every conversation in the Hard deck had gone quiet. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, but you couldn't care less.

You were too far gone.

George slowly cocked his head to face you. Your breath was harsh, your body jolting with each gasp as you gave in to the anger. "My sister died, and I took in my niece. What's so fucking wrong about that? That I threw my life away, that I have no future?"

He shifted on his feet, about to transfer the pool stick into his other hand, when you reached out and snatched it out of his grasp, tossing it behind you with a clack.

"You're damn right I did! That's what you do for people you love. I would sacrifice my entire life so she could have hers. And I would do it again in a fucking heartbeat. I will stay on the other side of that bar for the rest of my so-called miserable life, getting catcalled and dealing with assholes like you if it gives her the best shot with the shitty hand she's dealt. You, George Seresin, have no right to judge the choices I've made in my life."

Your breathing was harsh, ribs aching with effort. Every vein, every pore, was consumed with pure white rage. And yet, you still found yourself growling out, "You have no right judging your brothers either."

Even after breaking your heart, you still stood up for Jake.

"He risks his life every single time he goes up in that jet just so the whole world can fucking survive. So you can go on day in and day out and let your father control what you want to do with your life. So you can gallant around letting someone who has lived their life decide what you do with the rest of yours? So Jake’s here for you to bully and control every time he comes home? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The burning sensation in your cheeks mirrored the fire in your eyes, unshed tears making them shine brighter. The salty sting of tears blurring your vision did little to diminish the searing gaze you levelled at George.

"My sister believed everyone deserved a chance. That people cared, regardless of what they did or who they were. I had forgotten that until my niece invited Jake to a barbeque, till she invited him on a hike because he was being treated differently. Despite what I heard and everyone telling me otherwise, listing off why I shouldn’t. That he will hurt me and my niece, and I still gave him a chance.”

Squaring your shoulders and balling your hands to fists at your side, you take a step forward, a dangerous glint in your eyes. You lean towards him, your face close enough to feel his breath, your jaw clenched and muscles tight.

"You are the first person ever to prove my sister wrong,” your voice is dangerously low, underlying anger accompanying each word. “You sure as hell don't deserve that sentiment."

As you stepped away, George lifted his head to glance around the room, everyone's eyes pinning him down. The older Top Gun instructors had stood at their tables and chairs, arms crossed. Some of the current students in the program also stood, the others sending him the most scathing glares they could manage. Even some regulars who weren't aviators were casting him a scornful glance.

You spun, ready to leave him in embarrassment and escape this literal fucking mess, when you caught Jake's bewildered gaze, his mouth hanging open in slight shock.

You weren't sure whether it was that look or the dying embers of your outburst that made you spin back around to snarl, "So, leave your brother the fuck alone! Live your own goddamn life without judging others for the choices they make! Cause you sure as hell don't know what it means to sacrifice something for those you love. If you need an example, look around this goddamn room."

Jake reached for your wrist as you charged toward the front door. The second you felt his touch, you shook your hand loose, a wrenching sob tearing through your chest.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

You didn't bother seeing his reaction to your remark, rushing to grab your bag and Ridley's jean jacket off the bar.

The skin around your wrist burned from his touch, the rough callouses once a comfort but now felt like coarse sandpaper. You wanted to get under a shower or jump in the sea, hoping to remove the feeling of every memory, kiss, and word.

God, you let him touch you. Do things with you.

You were going to throw up.

God forbid you didn't want to walk home. But you needed to go, be anywhere but here, and you didn't have your car. Barely keeping it together as you took off toward the door, you had half a mind to look up to watch where you were going, deaf to Jake's shouts of your name.

There was Bradley, sitting in the first booth by the door. His brow furrowed as you made your way over to him, probably having witnessed the ordeal. You were too upset even to question why he wasn't marching across the bar, ready to knock Jake to next Sunday.

It had been weeks since the fight, with no communication in between. But it was a distant memory compared to this.

It didn't matter what he implied. It didn't matter what happened in your hallway.

It didn't matter.

You just needed your friend.

With each step you took toward him, your shame only grew greater. You couldn't even look him in the eye when you stopped, standing next to his side of the booth, hugging yourself tighter.

"Can you take me home, Bradley? I don't want to be here anymore."

Bradley's opportunity to act smug had finally arrived. But he didn't do anything other than frown. Standing up from his booth, he threw a few bills onto the table before blocking everyone's view of you. He placed a comforting hand on your back, gently pressing you forward as he uttered quietly, "Of course I can, Liz."

You kept your head down as you stepped towards the door, but Bradley, so willing to help you without so much of an 'I told you so,' made whatever resolve you had, crumble. Your knees wobbled, and your heart dropped into your stomach. You fell, and Bradley's arm whipped out, gripping your hip and pulling you tight to his side to support your weight.

Burying your head into Bradley's shoulder, you hid your face. You didn't want to see the looks of everyone in the Hard Deck, whether pity, concern, or applause, as another wave of tears wrecked your body.

Closing your eyes seemed better than reliving the truth.

And because you kept them shut, you didn't see George place a hand on Jake's shoulder, preventing him from going after you. Nor did you see the look of devastation wreck his face; the weight of every wrong decision he had ever made coming back to haunt him.

Whether Jake turned on a dime to punch George square in the jaw, you heard none of it. You hadn't even bothered to turn back to look as Bradley carried you out the front door.

.... So... Who is going to pitchfork me first? 👀

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Part 16 - In the Blood coming soon

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ordinarykeys · 5 months ago

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Otto progression part 2! Here's a collection of my dnd character from throughout the year so far. Including some NPCs and other player characters. We recently had our 1 year anniversary for the game so I wanted to draw everyone's character and some memorable NPCs / Enemies from the game.

I'll talk about the images under a read more if you're interested.

So the first picture was Otto's new look after becoming divine. We thought it would be cool to try out the Gestalt system (which is leveling in 2 classes at the same time), and Otto had a combo of Death Cleric with a Homebrew Necromancer we found. I would NOT recommend the homebrew we found, the subclass I took turned out to be extremely broken without us realizing. It did make for an extremely funny combat where we were fighting a mini army, dropping Sickening Radiance down on them, and getting 100+ HP back once a turn through syphoning traits. Honestly it was incredible, and extremely fitting for Otto who basically became a God of Death.

Right after making the art of Otto's next outfit shit hit the fan hard, which made the very happy and cute expression in the picture just... completely unfitting for what happened. Otto grew up in a foster home along with their six other siblings, Everette(the eyeball ghost) being one of them, and raised by an old woman named Ingrid. They loved their home, and even after they reached the age they could move out to live on their own, they chose to stay and help take care of the home. Turns out, Ingrid has been a flesh puppet orchestrated by the "real" Ingrid, who was this powerful old Ascended(super powered humans basically) that wanted to keep Otto safe until everything came together for her to set off her plan to send them out into the Otherworlds(basically the dimensions that open up to the players when they become an Ascended, think of it like the "world map" name). Then it turned out Otto was taken at birth because Ingrid needed their blood to create an immunity to the BBEG's mind control effects, and used that to give to the other players. The reason Otto was immune at birth, is because their mom is the BBEG. So, it turned out Otto had been an Ascended all along, but their powers were suppressed and they've basically been lead down this path by their grandma. Otto's BBEG mom is the bottom right lady in the 6th picture with the white hair. Which was COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL OTTO'S HAIR HAS BEEN SLOWLY TURNING WHITE. I had begun the process since they became an Ascended, and then when we found that out I just... my reaction was just the surprised Pikachu meme. So we found out that the BBEG had been doing this for a while, having kids, and basically killing them and taking their power for herself. Before she had the chance to do that with Otto, Ingrid snatched them and went into hiding to start her whole revenge plot.

Anyways though, since then it's just been constant emotional turmoil of the party trying to grasp what the fuck is going on(again). But we're all having a great time. I mean between the emotional trauma. It's been hit after hit for our nb legend, their other bro was murdered along with one of their companions, they've been questioning their trust with the party, they had to defend their friend against another god of Death(who they ended up taking the powers up) and now that friend won't talk to them, and they're sort of just going through the motions. IN ALL THAT THOUGH, they did start getting close to one of the NPCs named Serfan that's been helping them out. They met because Serfan was hired to kill the party. :) Good times. He's in the group picture, if you look close enough you might be able to spot who he is.

AND FINALLY, THE LAST PICTURE, is how I imagined Otto's design progressing towards the end of the story. Tired, embracing their new self, and I thought they would just look cool with a big coat. Very regal feeling for someone that would take over restoring balance in the universe as a death god.

Anyways though thanks for reading! The game is currently on pause while one the players got busy over the summer. Hopefully we'll be returning to the game soon and finishing it up. Even after the game is done, I might still draw Otto. They've grown to be a fav.

#dnd oc #my art #dnd character #Otto

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princevontwix · 9 months ago

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(warning, LOONGG late night rambling post)

ok, so you know about Yume Nikki Online? that really good online multiplayer hub hosting both the original game and a collection of fangames? i feel like that idea could apply really well to OFF and its fangames too! and i got the perfect name for it, OFFline.

i imagine it can go with a similar premise of YNO but just allow people to talk and gather around in OFF-related games. but i see a lot of potential for OFFline to include some kind of PvP-dedicated fangame, which I'll call Engage. which, with how many ideas i have for it, might be best to not make in EasyRPG.

the basic idea i have in mind is that there's a central hub where people can just chat and hang out which has three divisions:

Versus

Team Battle

Arcade, subdivided into Campaign and Endless.

what all of these modes have in common is a shopkeeper. it'll probably be better to make them an original character, but basically, for Versus and Team Battle, at the beginning of a match, you're given a set amount of credits to purchase from a list of items, weapons, and armor. for consistency's sake, i think its best that certain items are locked for certain characters only (say, no one else can use weapons and armor for Home characters), but healing and damage items are fair play for all.

whoever hosts a room will be able to dictate which select fangame they'd wish to fight in (as in, which cast of characters both users must use), OR decide that anything goes and both users are free to make the party of their dreams (its also here that they'd be free to select which battle theme plays).

Versus mode is between two players, who have full control of their own parties. while Team Battle is a 4v4, where each player will have control over their selected party member.

as for Arcade, its basically just singleplayer fun; the intent is that with the large amount of enemies and bosses from the multitude of fangames present, it will bring something different each time via randomizer. Campaign i would describe as being similar to Smash 3DS's Classic Mode, where you're given 3 branching paths with varying difficulties. the more difficult ones you beat, the more credits you earn, where you can make a pitstop before each boss to stack up (with zodiac orbs being pricier). referring to the sketch above, yellow cubes are enemy encounters, red cubes are bosses, and purple is for the end-game boss (the final boss from the og game/fangame, if applicable). i figured that every 3rd or 4th encounter being a boss will help prevent the gameplay from being monotonous beatdowns of regular enemies. you'll get choices for enemies and bosses, but there's only one endgame boss and that's random each time.

and lastly, Endless mode is just that. this time, you're given a larger supply of credits to use and once you enter the first round, there's no going back. each round will supply a minute amount of health or energy items to use, but will progressively get more difficult. my hope here is that it isn't just more enemies each round, but for it to sometimes bring fewer but beefier enemies, and maybe even a miniboss. you progress through each round by clicking on the individual cube labeled with the appropriate number. i figured like this it'd be more reasonable to fit within RPG2k3's limits but at this point it would be bloated so oh well. and of course, once you die, it ends. a public leaderboard will be on display to show the top 10 players and their scores.

now to get the obvious out of the way, online functionality with this many features would be difficult, if not impossible, to implement. as such, i would not be opposed to taking an approach similar to the UT fangame Don't Forget, where OFFline will be developed on an engine like Gamemaker and attempt to re-create RPG2k3's vibe and the individual games being hosted, along with Engage. the problem with the latter is that i think its more realistic to just let EasyRPG do all the work in porting the fangames like YNO, rather than recreate each one in a more modern engine. but at the same time, that would be the only feasible way of having any of these planned features to work without any fuckups. of course, i suppose a workaround to having multiplayer work in RPG2k3 would be to have a Parsec session or something similar, but that'd only be a solution for Versus mode at best. it would definitely not work for Team mode and might conflict with general offline.

in fact, the idea of OFFline might take some mad wizardry to even make it work, and i wouldn't be surprised if it barely works. making it in EasyRPG and using 2k3 as the basis vs. making it in a modern engine is the double-edged sword of this whole hypothetical. i'd love for something like this to happen, but i imagine it would be too much work to not only develop, but to keep the servers online for an otherwise niche fanbase. still, i cant shake away how much potential and fun this could be.

with that said, rambling is now over!

#off #off the game #off game #off mortis ghost #game idea #ramblings #thx for coming to my tedtalk :]

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the-starry-lycan · 11 months ago

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Sea of Stars Headcanons 01

Whoo! As I play this game, I adore each of the characters, but I feel that some of them are a little bit of blank slates. As such.. there's much room for headcanons! I'll be making some for a bunch of SoS characters, and to kick off the list with my very first hcs, I'll be doing some for Zale! Our favourite sunboy and solar blade dancer!

Out of the main trio, Zale is the shortest of the three. He may not be the tallest, but he's got muscle! He's still pretty damn strong. Valere and Garl do still tease him for being little, though.

He likes (surprise!) sunny weather the best, and has a great tolerance for heat. Doesn't really care what the temperature's like, as long as the sun's out, so he doesn't mind being out in the snow.

In the snow, he's the type to go for the elaborate snowball fights with snow forts and such.. he also liked Glacial Peak, enjoying how the ice was fun to slide about on.

When it comes to food, Zale likes strong, spicy-tasting foods, much to the dismay of Valere and the others. When Garl was unable to make food for the party and it was Zale's turn to cook, his food would generally turn out to be a near-inedible concoction of spices and powerful flavours.

He used to balk at being made to sew for hours in his Zenith days, much to Moraine's chagrin, and would run off to attempt some mischief or the other.

His high energy levels mean he's proooobably bad at meditating hehe, as he cannot sit still for the life of him a lot of the time.

He probably also had a messy side of the room when he was in Zenith, and Valere would help him organize it.

Zale was closer with Brugaves than Erlina as a child, since he and Brugaves shared an easygoing attitude.

Oh, definitely a dog person, though he likes animals of all sorts.

Out of all the party members, he gets along best with Garl and B'st, and doesn't get along all too well with Resh'an and Serai at times.

He's also very good at fishing, and ends up catching the good stuff for Garl to cook.

When Zale is sick or hurting, he craves affection and comfort quite openly. He'll cuddle up to Garl and/or Valere, maybe even Seraï, if the assassin allows (or is roped in to watch him).. Resh'an not so much as the Alchemist doesn't like it, but B'st is good with it.

Speaking of affection.. this boy is very physically affectionate. He likes to hug, hold, and keep close physical proximity to those he likes. Oftentimes, he'll idly play with Garl or Valere's hands or hair, or lean on them casually (or just touching shoulders, no weight on them).

He enjoys boisterous play, sparring matches, and roughousing, oftentimes the victim of these being B'st or Valere. The former will gladly indulge, while the latter is sort of neutral to it depending on her mood.

He also bothers Resh'an like this, and the Immortal Alchemist does NOT enjoy it.. partly why Zale likes to annoy him sometimes hehe.

Zale is a morning lark, and does not do well with staying up late in the night.. he gets sleepy fast, and likes to go to bed decently early and get his sleep.

His push-ups idle animation has him looking mighty pissed lol, I imagine he does them (and other exercises/training) for hours on end when he's feeling angry.. a good way to release emotion in any case.

He'll also be visibly grumpy, though his grudges never last long unless they've deeply hurt him (cough cough erlina brugaves)

#sea of stars #sabotage studios #saboverse #headcanons #zale #omg sunboy headcanons #I feel the solstice duo were pretty vague with personality #so lots of room for these haha

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basingstokemercury · 6 months ago

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Thought experiment for when you need to clean out your brain:

Those Bonanza Boys playing DnD. What sorts of characters do they build? What are their play styles? Who DMs? Who should ABSOLUTELY NOT ever DM again?

This should be fun! Let's see...

Ben isn't too keen on the idea at first, but the boys convince him they need another player and he warms up to it. My own character based on him is a dwarf druid, and I think that's likely close to what he'd play; a cleric or maybe paladin, with personality and motivations similar to his own. I think of dwarven characters' connection to the earth as including land and therefore agriculture, so my reasoning for choosing the race might not make sense to others but it's become inextricable in my mind at this point. In play, he also tries to assume the role of the sensible, protective one - to his sons' annoyance at times, as they do enjoy some chaos to varying degrees. Of course, that just makes it more fun when he does pull a wacky but successful gambit. Which he definitely does every so often.

Adam... Well, Adam is a paladin. He just is. But he's playing a game here, and I'm not a loyal soldier, cagey spy, or percipient cowgirl, am I? He'd probably be drawn to the artificer class: the most complicated to play, and the one based around engineering and mechanics (except for the alchemist subclass). It's also the only official class not in the PHB, so he gets to buy more sourcebooks and be extra nerdy. I think I get high elf vibes from him? In play, he's all about the puzzles and strategy. I tend to zip through puzzles while the other players are still putting things together (my area of skill, of course we have all kinds of playstyles at the table), and I imagine Adam would be the same. He's solved the riddle, but Joe already burst in with a wild guess and set the trap off (again true story, why table communication is important). Oh well, time to show the kids how it's done. He never trusts NPCs. Just as a matter of course. Insight checks everywhere and a Wisdom score far higher than his class really needs. It doesn't particularly matter because the others keep walking into ambushes anyway. And, of course, he loves figuring out sneaky ways to cause trouble for the rest of the party when there's nothing serious at stake.

Druid feels like the obvious choice for Hoss (horse Wild Shape, anyone?), but I'll go creative and say bard could be his thing too. He could have fun as a centaur for the bit, or just plain human and rely on other things to make his character distinctive. He doesn't really have a specific style of play aside from trying to keep the group good-aligned (JOSEPH FRANCIS CARTWRIGHT, ARSON IS NOT THE ANSWER), preferring to go with however things are progressing and have as much fun as possible along the way.

Joe is a rogue. Specifically Arcane Trickster, for maximum troublemaking potential.

Adam: You should be a halfling. Joe: Why? Adam: Well, it just seems to make sense, Little Joe. Joe: I'm 5'9! If you guys were normal height- Hoss: Yeah. He's puny. Joe: Just for that, I'll play a goliath.

(I'm 5'1 playing a 6'5 yuan-ti. Height envy is not fun.) As a player, Joe is chaos incarnate, stopped only by the DM forcing consequences on him and other players getting fed up. He'll find the most creative solutions in combat, somehow bypass puzzles without anyone being quite sure how, and flirt with every remotely interesting/interested NPC. Yes, including the very obvious femme fatale who the DM never expected anyone to actually trust.

As for DMing... I think Ben wouldn't be interested, finding it enough work to wrangle his sons in the real world. Adam is a meticulous planner, setting up intricate traps and fights that require perfect use of environment and abilities for top performance. He keeps making attractive young woman NPCs who are definitely up to no good, just to see if Joe keeps falling for it (he does. nobody's sure if he's doing a bit or really that naive.). Where he struggles is when things go off-script, dealing with improvisation and players who mess around for the sake of it. Which means that while I'd love to have him as a DM, his style ends up just not suiting the rest of the group. Hoss is the best DM. Five stars, knows how to set up a story and keep it flexible enough for player agency. He misses being on the player side though. Joe comes up with just about everything half an hour before the session, turning up with a page of half-developed ideas and adapting them on the fly. He does it fairly well, but it's a hard thing to keep up. After a few weeks of "PLEASE JUST PLAN YOUR CAMPAIGN AHEAD OF TIME YOU'RE MAKING IT HARDER ON YOURSELF", they mutually agree that maybe it's not the best role for him.

#I figure 'still obsessing over the future of a story I know will end badly' counts as needing to clean out my brain #wish I knew why it hits me like this I can enjoy early episodes of a show when I know a favourite character will die #moving away should be nothing in comparison #maybe it's choosing to leave as opposed to hanging on until they're literally torn away/give their lives for the people they love?#bonanza #pondering the ponderosa

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mixsethaddams · 2 years ago

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Silent Tears (Read the warnings before proceeding. Dead Dove Do Not Eat.)

Day 17 for @febuwhump . Yes, I skipped forward on the other prompts that I'm still catching up on. If I don't get this out of my brain I'll lose my mind. I might have to abandon febuwhump entirely though and just work through the prompts at a different time. My fic for the steddie big bang is heavy whump and doing this too isn't really doing me any mental favours 😅

So now. CONTENT WARNING. *Pinches the bridge of my nose* This is a noncon story. The characters are trans male Steve Harrington and dark/creep/perv!Eddie Munson. We're all grown up here (or at least we should be because this is an 18+ blog and I block minors) so we can all put 2 and 2 together on what's going to be under the cut. It's exactly what you think it is. I'll say it one more time. This is a noncon story, it is a dead dove fic with rape as the subject matter. Do not act surprised when it's exactly what I've said it is.

2264 words. Rated E (obviously). Modern AU, no powers, no upside down, no kids. Characters aged in mid 20s.

Story below the cut.You're responsible for yourself from here on out.

Remember me fondly as the writer you thought I was before reading this. See you in hell <3

Eddie heard a rumour.

He wasn’t really one to listen to idle gossip, but whenever it concerned Steve Harrington, he paid attention. Steve, who had been on the fringes of Eddie’s social group for about a year now, who never seemed to have a girlfriend, who seemed to pick and choose who he spoke to about his past.

Eddie was always going to have his interest peaked by someone like that.

Eddie watched Steve for a long time. They flirted back and forward after a few drinks whenever they saw each other, but Steve always shut it down if Eddie got too close. He always batted Eddie’s hands away if he tried to touch his thigh or put an arm around his waist. God, he was such a tease. Eddie wasn’t against chasing after someone who was playing hard to get though, it was half the fun. Eddie revelled in the glances that Steve shot him while others spoke, especially if he tried to act like he hadn’t been staring in the first place. It was cute to look over and see Steve looking the entire opposite direction, as if Eddie didn’t already know how badly he wanted them to make eye contact instead.

But fine, Eddie could play this little game for a while if it meant finally getting his prize.

So when someone whispered in Eddie’s ear at the bar one night that they’d been to visit Steve and his roommate at the same time Steve’s mom was there, yeah, Eddie took notice. They told all about how Steve’s mom kept throwing a name around, one that definitely wasn’t his. Eddie rolled his eyes at first, pushed his friend away and said no way, man. But as time went by, Eddie couldn’t help but let the idea float higher in his brain.

A friend’s house party was the perfect setting to finally find out. To stop the hunt, and go in for the kill. The house was big, plenty of bedrooms that had been locked in advance of everyone arriving much to Eddie’s dismay. But there was a small laundry room between the kitchen and the downstairs bathroom that was well enough out of the way. It wasn’t exactly what Eddie had pictured when he thought about getting his hands on Steve, but it’d have to do. He was sure Steve would be happy to let him make it up to him in other ways.

Eddie watched Steve all night, closer than he had been before. Steve must have known that their little game was turning up a notch because he definitely didn’t look Eddie’s way all night. He acted like he was fully immersed in his glass of gin and the girls who cackled around him. It drove Eddie wild, and his brain was fried imagining Steve feeling the same way. He was practically bursting out of his jeans at the thought of how the night might end. They could put the pretence behind them at last and Steve could stop acting like he didn’t even notice Eddie.

It was almost 2am by the time the chance came. Eddie was hanging out in the kitchen listening to someone who might have been called Michelle cry about her boyfriend. Eddie’s advice of “If he’s such a cunt then dump him” wasn’t very well received and she just wailed even louder. Two of her friends came over and glared at him, and when he rolled his eyes, he caught sight of Steve going towards that downstairs bathroom.

Bingo.

Eddie waited until he heard the sound of the door closing before following down the hallway, and slipped into the laundry room. He left the door cracked open, and when Steve had washed his hands and was making his way back to the kitchen, Eddie shot his hand out, and grabbed his wrist. Steve gave a small wail of surprise as he was pulled into the room.

“Shhh sweetheart, it’s only me,” rumbled Eddie into Steve’s ear, holding his waist tight and pressing his weight forward. The room was dark so it took Steve a second to figure out who had him pinned against the wall.

Steve tried to push Eddie’s hands away from him and started to make loud protests, but Eddie clamped a hand over his mouth.

“I said quiet,” he said, firmer than before. The door was still open a crack and a line of light from the hallway left a strip across Steve’s face.

Steve whimpered behind Eddie’s hand, his eyes wide. He was still trying to wriggle free.

“I heard something about you,” whispered Eddie right into Steve’s ear. “Think maybe I should find out for myself if it’s true,”

Steve froze as Eddie’s other hand moved from his waist onto the button of his jeans.

“That’s ok, right?” purred Eddie, flicking the button open. Steve pushed back towards the wall and tried to shake his head loose from the hand over his mouth. Eddie flexed his fingers into Steve’s cheeks. “Stop that,”

Eddie unzipped Steve’s jeans and pushed his hand in, pausing to play with the loose material at the front of his boxers. Steve’s breathing was shallow and fast now. If Eddie wasn’t so sure that it was from excitement, he might think it was panic. As his fingers dipped into Steve’s underwear, Eddie removed his hand from his face and instead placed it around Steve’s neck. No pressure, not yet. Not until he thought Steve might like it. He licked over Steve’s trembling mouth.

“Oh shit, sweetheart,” said Eddie, rubbing over Steve’s pussy. “The rumours are true,”

“Please, please don’t, please stop,” whined Steve as Eddie’s middle fingers slipped in between his folds.

“I’m just gonna feel it, that’s all, just gonna feel how much you want me,” cooed Eddie, kissing Steve in a sloppy open mouthed movement. “You’ve been such a tease, I think I deserve this,”

Steve shook his head again, hands frantically trying to push Eddie back. Eddie was stronger than he was though, even though they were the same height. Steve was stuck. Eddie moaned lightly as his fingers breached Steve’s hole.

“So warm, feels so good,” breathed Eddie. “Bet it’s a pretty one too, huh? Pretty boy like you must have a real pretty pussy,”

Steve sniffled.

“Don’t be shy now, come on,” said Eddie, rocking his hand back and forward, tightening the hand around Steve’s neck. “You can talk to me,”

“I’ll yell, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll call someone,” stammered Steve. “You can’t… I don’t want this…”

Eddie chuckled. He pulled his hand out from between Steve’s legs and pushed the jeans down further, exposing him completely.

“Sure you do,” he said, looking down to admire the sight in front of him. “Look how wet you are for me. We don’t have to play this game anymore, you can enjoy it, it’s ok,”

“I’ll scream, I’ll scream so loud,” said Steve again.

Eddie sighed and rested his forehead against Steve’s.

“No you won’t,” he said plainly, gently petting over the skin between Steve’s legs again. Steve was shaking with what Eddie assumed must be anticipation. He was delighted. “You’re scared people will find out about this,” He gave a small squeeze to the mound for emphasis. “You don’t trust any of them, out there, do you? You don’t know how they’ll react. That’s why you never told anyone,”

Eddie felt Steve deflate, and smiled, knowing he’d won this round.

“Please don’t,” said Steve quietly.

“This would be so much easier if you just relaxed,” said Eddie, slipping his fingers inside Steve again.

Eddie used his other hand to start fiddling with his own jeans, unbuckling his belt and quickly unzipping.

“Please no, please no, please,” pleaded Steve.

Eddie just smiled as he took his dick out, stroking It slowly.

“Is it how you imagined, sweetheart?” asked Eddie, brushing their noses together. “All those times I caught you looking at me, is this how you thought my cock would look?”

A tear slid down Steve’s cheek now and Eddie smiled wider. It was so great that Steve was so happy to be here with him. It didn’t even matter that they weren’t in a bedroom, this was perfect.

Eddie slotted a knee between Steve’s and pushed his legs open as much as the jeans around his thighs would allow.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” sighed Eddie, rubbing the head of his dick over Steve’s pussy. Steve let out a yelp and Eddie clamped a hand back over his mouth. “But only if you’re quiet,”

Eddie’s voice had an edge of warning now. Steve squirmed as Eddie bent his knees a little to line himself up.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a long time,” said Eddie, breathless as he pushed into Steve’s hole. “Fuck you feel amazing, feels so good to finally get you on my dick,”

Steve was crying openly now, tears hitting the top of Eddie’s hand. Eddie rocked his hips forward in increments to get his dick as far inside Steve as the awkward angle would allow. Steve pressed his hands to the wall behind him, hoping desperately that it might just fall down.

“Would’ve, oh shit, yeah that’s it, would’ve preferred to have you in a bed but,” Eddie huffed out a low laugh. “Ah, ah, this’ll do. It’ll be a fun story to tell people for our first time, right?”

Steve’s eyes were screwed shut as Eddie put his other hand on the small of Steve’s back to roll their bodies together.

“Hope I’m not hurting you,” said Eddie, kissing Steve’s cheekbones and licking away the tears that were there. “I know my dick is big but you’ll get used to it,”

A sound from outside the door made Eddie stop moving. Steve’s eyes shot open and he looked towards the sliver of light that was cast over them. Some of the girls from the kitchen were making their way to the bathroom. Eddie held his face level with Steve’s, and raised the index finger of the hand that was over his mouth. Eddie pressed the finger against his own lips, in a gesture to tell Steve to keep quiet.

Eddie let his hips twitch forward again in a few experimental thrusts, eyes locked with Steve’s, making sure he was making no noise. Eddie’s grin returned as Steve made no effort to get noticed by the people right outside. He just closed his eyes again. When the girls finished up in the bathroom and the sound of footsteps faded back towards the kitchen, Eddie spoke again.

“Good boy, Stevie, fuck, such a good boy,” he puffed. “Knew you wanted this just as much as I did, you didn’t want them to interrupt us either,”

Steve’s shoulders bounced now as he sobbed while Eddie fucked into him.

“Oh shit,” said Eddie, his voice strained as the rhythm he built up started to falter. “I’m not gonna last much longer here, I’m usually much better at this but jesus your pussy just feels too good. Maybe next time you’ll get to come too,”

Steve started to try and speak against Eddie’s hand. Eddie moved it aside to hear what he had to say.

“Don’t come in me, please, please don’t come in me,” he whimpered.

Eddie laughed softly again, the sound making Steve’s stomach turn.

“No can do, sweetheart,” he said. “Boys like you are on the pill, right? So what’s the problem?”

“Please don’t,” sobbed Steve again quietly. “Please don’t, please,”

Too late.

Eddie snapped forward three times in rapid succession, burying his face in Steve’s neck to cover the grunt he let out. It was a good thing no one chose that moment to walk to the bathroom because the sound of skin slapping on skin was definitely loud enough to draw attention.

Eddie lifted his head up and planted an wet open mouth kiss on Steve’s cheek. He bit the skin there and held it between his teeth as he pulled out and tucked his dick back into his pants.

Eddie leaned back and pulled Steve’s jeans back up for him, smirking as he lifted the zip and refastened the button.

“You were perfect,” Eddie told him. “Just like I knew you would be,”

Steve lifted a hand and wiped the tears from his face, looking at the ground. Eddie put a knuckle under his chin to lift his head up, forcing eye contact.

“So can we act like adults now, hmm?” he asked. “Can we be less coy about how badly we want each other? Because I gotta tell you sweetheart, I’m gonna want this again real soon,”

Eddie grabbed Steve’s ass roughly and grinded them both together.

“Don’t worry though,” said Eddie, putting small kisses over Steve’s mouth and inhaling the little cries that were coming out. “I won’t tell anyone your little secret. I wouldn’t want to have to share,”

Eddie stepped back fully now and made sure his own jeans and belt were fully done up. He smoothed down the front of his shirt and put his hand on the doorknob.

“I’ll call you, I promise,” Eddie winked and pulled the door open, and was gone. He made his excuses shortly after to leave the last dregs of the party. No one cared who was or wasn’t there at this time of night anyway.

When Steve was found an hour later, on the floor of the laundry room with his knees against his chest, he blamed the fact that he was sobbing on the gin for making him an emotional drunk.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday17 #silent tears #dead dove do not eat #tw rape #tw noncon #trans steve harrington #creep eddie munson #dark eddie munson #perv eddie munson #seth writes #fun fact this is exactly why I only ever present as femme anymore and have done for the past ten years #so there's some fun seth lore and Tragic Character Backstory for you

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itsmissing · 1 year ago

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Hi, you said we were allowed to ask random questions, so I wanted to get your take on this if it is ok. I have followed you for years at this point, and your creations are incredible! They inspire me so. I recall some time ago posting a.... reskin? Revamp? Of one of your DnD characters? I know most of your characters are not dnd nor should people use them in their own games, but if I am reading this correctly it means you yourself play or have at least played TTRPGs in the past. So, since you are welcoming questions, I thought it fair to ask an insanely creative person like you.

So I am in many DnD games right now, and most of them are very RP heavy. I find I can articulate myself well digitally when I can edit what I'm saying to make myself look thoughtful and knowledgeable. But when I RP verbally in the moment - particularly characters that have different thought patterns than I do- I flounder and words become difficult.

Suffice to say- how do you approach RP from a creator's stand point? Creating many different characters and making them unique from yourself but still compelling and competent? What is your thought process to RP?

If you do not feel comfortable answering this ask and that is perfectly fine- I realize this is coming out of left field but you did say you were bored and wanted asks, so I thought this line of questions was fair game. Regardless, I do wish to share how insanely creative and incredible I find your works. If you do not mind more questions in the future, I would love to ask a bit more of your inspirations and thought processes towards how you approach art, but instead I'll settle on my odd ask and hope I am not egregiously overstepping.

thanks for the question! bit of a long answer so i'll put it under a Read More.

i've actually played a couple of campaigns of dnd and blades in the dark (tho they were all over discord calls, and none of them ever concluded naturally), and i totally understand where you're coming from! tho i'll be honest, i haven't played ttrpgs in general in a good long while. i definitely had frustrations in my first ever couple of sessions of dnd (using a character i lovingly designed from scratch), and i think a lot of those pain points stemmed from me trying to force a narrative journey i already had in my head, pre-planned, that i imagined during the design phase for that character. but at the end of the day, dnd is improv, and if you're not used to that, your character's going to end up a little different than how you imagined, and that's ok! a session is always going to be a collaborative roleplaying space, where the party's stories as a group and as individuals are crafted gradually, over time, and some of the ideas you had for your character at the start-- their backstory, their personality, the way they talk and think-- are going to be constantly workshopped into something different, naturally, over the course of a campaign as you get more comfortable. i also find it's a lot easier to rp when you stop trying to inhabit The Exact Character That You Made With Love, and instead try to rp with their essence in mind instead. the most important thing for me when roleplaying is to understand the basics of my character-- whether they're nice or mean, outspoken or reserved, polite or straightforward, etc-- more than anything else. more practical, actionable advice is that it helps to ask yourself questions in your off time and try to answer them as best as you can, out loud and in-character. interview yourself as your character! what's their favorite fruit?

thanks for the question, and also the kind words about my art! i had typed a lot more than this out but i felt like it was mostly incoherent rambling. this might still qualify as that, actually. hope this helps in any way!

#words words words #asks #getshorked

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pinkmarbella2050 · 5 months ago

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ETN Ramble: Season 2 AU

Right... I think this might be becoming a thing. I apologise now.

Anyway, hi, guys! Today, I'm gonna be rambling about a random ETN Season 2 AU I got when I was reading over my PMs with the lovely @rockonfishboy. I very well might write it and put it up on AO3, but I just need to get it out of my system first. So some quick context and TWs before we get into this: 1. Yes, I am obsessed with Season 2. A lot of the characters are very interesting and their dynamics are some of the most interesting in the show. Fight me.

2. This AU idea contains a ton of murder, a bit of stalking, torture and pretty much anything you can think of taken straight out of a horror movie (which is basically ETN, but WAY less censorship) and put into this fic. If you are triggered by any of the above (or anything in the tags that I may not have mentioned above), please do not read this post.

But with all that aside, let's go!

So this AU is based on what I call 'High School/College Horror'. If you need an example, think of things like Unfriended or House of Wax or Happy Death Day. Basically, the movie either features an event that took place at that time and that event triggers the story of the movie or the characters are around that age.

They may not be in college (depends on what exactly I wanna do), but to me, it has that same kind of energy.

Essentially, the AU revolves around the Season 2 cast in a huge mess; due to a massive misunderstanding on their part, Lauren died because of them at a party. In the words of Liza Koshy, Alex is single. And also, because of this, he's also now completely unhinged.

Because here's the thing; he thought he was doing everything right. He thought nobody would have to see this side of him, the side desperate for a normal life beyond his circumstances. He didn't have the best life, but with Lauren, he had a chance to overcome that, to escape it.

They took that away from him.

So his solution? Brutally torture and murder everyone, take their things and build a new life for himself out of the ashes he burned them down to.

Or force them into a death game or something. One of the two.

So what does he do? He makes a list. Gets all the information he can on Lauren's death and, from there, deduces who he thinks is the most-to-least responsible for her death.

From there, he will kill from bottom to top. That way, the people who are the most responsible will suffer more as more of their friends die.

...I swear, all he needs to be No Mercy Percy is a goddamn pepperbox at the rate I'm going. ANYWAY!

I think that one idea that would be really cool is that their deaths are based on their roles from Season 2. So for example:

Alex convinces Andrea her house is haunted and, when she's kinda went a loopy off of it, he kills her.

Alex kills Jesse during a break-in (IDK, Outlaws rob things, it made sense to me).

Tyler and Gabbie die in two of the most dramatic ways known to man.

DeStorm gets pushed onto train tracks.

Tana might have a liquor themed death.

Someone's having a Hitman-esque death.

Imagine Liza being baked into a pie.

Like, that kinda thing. I wanna give Stephen King a run for his money.

IDK how this list would look, but its gonna be wild. I have a feeling, if I do write this, its gonna be something interesting.

...God, I have a sick mind. But somehow, it made more sense than the Detective ramble!

Thanks for reading my carnage and I'll see you next time! Bye!

Your Author, Marbella. <3

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eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r · 1 year ago

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Ninten ninten ninten!!!

So this is my version of Ninten haha

God I literally cannot draw him 80% of the time so it's nice to actually have one turn out good (it's so hard to not accidentally make him look really stupid or really obnoxious ><)

He's pretty much entirely based off what I came up with in my head after playing the game and thinking about how I imagined the characters' personalities, so it's pretty different from the usual takes on him

Design details and a flood of headcanons below :D

So I wanted him to be very distinct from Ness!! There's similarities like the black hair and the clothing palettes, but otherwise nobody would look at my Ninten and Ness and confuse them for each other

Personality-wise holy fudge do I have a ton of stuff on him

He does have a hat but I only sometimes draw him with it (unlike Ness who refuses to go anywhere without it :3)

His overall shape is wayyy different to Ness's, very scrawny and straight while Ness is all round and squishy

Shirt's blue with a yellow collar, a single yellow stripe on the middle, and yellow edges to the sleeves

He looks a lot like his great grandmother ;)

and also pee-wee herman but that's not as profound

Ninten is a bright and relentlessly optimistic young boy from rural Eagleland

You can call him Pollyanna, say he's crazy as a loon, but he believes in silver linings and that's why he believes in you :)

So my main thing with how I imagine Ninten is that he's, like, almost the sole source of light in the story. How I see the rest of the world is super drab and bleak, pretty much everyone just perpetually down in the dumps (i'll get into this more when I make posts about the other characters!!) And then this kid shows up, and he's full of hope and compassion, and he makes everyone he meets start to realize "maybe everything isn't so bad after all…?" No wonder the final boss is literally the ultimate case of repressed feelings and angst lol

He started showing psychic abilities from a pretty early age, making friends with animals and moving small objects with his mind

He mostly gets his love of baseball from his Dad, but because he's forced to work away from home almost all the time, Ninten's Mom practices with him and takes him to games instead

He has two much younger sisters, Minnie and Mimmie (half-baked headcanon that her name's actually Mimi and she just doesn't know how to pronounce it XD) who cares about a lot, and he often ends up looking after them whenever their Mom's out

He's a pretty great babysitter because of this, takes a lot of babysitting jobs around town, and he's a huge mom friend to the party

Of course he loves penguins too :3

Mostly listens to cheesy upbeat pop songs and rock music, but there's not really any music he actively dislikes

Favorite video games? Uhhh he's more outdoorsy and physically active but he'd like casual retro stuff like the first Mario

He's not super popular at school, because he's the weird buck-toothed dweeby kid who never shuts up about hope and optimism and penguins, but he's not unpopular at least. The bullies learned pretty quick not to mess with him, and DEFINITELY not to mess with anyone else when he's around!!

He's super friendly and prefers to solve things peacefully but he will absolutely not hesitate to clobber a jerk upside the head with his bat

He owns his own tuxedo that he likes to wear at "formal events" (birthday parties and school picture days)

yeah he's a real goober

He never lets up in his hope but god did the Mountain and everything that happened after take their toll on him

I don't have anything on him during the events of Earthbound haha, as far as I'm concerned he was taking a well-deserved nap and that adventure was all Ness's

I also don't connect him at all to Ness, the only bridge between the stories in my mind is Giygas

And here's the sketch I based the digital art off of ^^

#earthbound #earthbound beginnings #mother 1 #mother series #ninten #emilyart #emilyramblings #yes he's a goofy dweeb and this design will appeal to exactly 0 people who aren't me but he's the light of my life <3 #sometimes i refer to him as douglas instead of ninten because i thought it really fit the vibes of my design haha #but doug from the adventure book is a jerk and no other aspects of him wormed their way into my boy >:T

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bardofavon · 1 year ago

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⏳ and 🧠(for whichever character you prefer) for the writer/fanfic ask game please

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

Okay this answer is going to make me sound insane but it actually only takes me about 2 hours on average to write a 1.7-3k word chapter. The main problem I have though is getting the inspiration to actually sit down for 2 hours and write it. I spend all week thinking over in my head what I want to happen and then I just sit down and it pops out fully formed, but the struggle is if I sit down and nothing pops out I have to wait around until it does. I think the longest it's taken me to write a chapter took me like...6 hours in one sitting??? but the longest time stretch it took me to MOTIVATE myself to write a chapter was that long period last year where I went a couple of months without updating, but I also wasn't actively thinking about it and engaging with it as much. I'm at the point now where because I think about it, talk about it, engage with it, add songs to the playlist, read comments to hype myself up, etc. it's easier to sit down and crank something out because I've already sort of got what's going down floating around in here.

It's ALSO a lot quicker for me to write if I have SOMETHING from the next chapter written, even if it's just a few sentences or part of a scene, because then I have at least some idea of where to go from there so if I write 2k words in one sitting it's usually 1.5k words from the chapter i'm about to post and 500+ words for the next chapter. and then next time i sit down to write i'm finishing that week's chapter and starting the next one. and any time in the meantime that i wake up in the middle of the night and jot down stuff or put things in the notes app in my phone it's just a bonus.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

I'm actually pretty bad at talking about headcanons for some reason??? When someone asks me my brain freezes up but I definitely have them because I supplement my stories with them, it's just kind of an "it comes up when it comes up" kind of thing but I also don't really engage with the fandom or fanworks so I don't really get the osmosis finding and collecting cool headcanons from other people kind of thing either (also i'm a bitch and most of the time when i read a headcanon my brain goes 'yeah we read different books because MY kaz would NEVER' like a total asshole). because i write mostly in an AU things that i pull out of my ass that aren't explicitly mentioned in canon aren't headcanons in my mind, they're just canon to the universe i've created.

i think if i had to say one i would say that the darkling just doesn't listen to music. he has never once considered like...listening to music recreationally. if he is throwing a party and there is music there it is only because socially that is what is expected of him. even if they were in the modern day i can't ever imagine him pulling up spotify and listening to some tunes.

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#writing asks #ask meme

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years ago

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Hello! How about your favourite femslash pairing, please? Thank you!

You see...the thing is...I don't have one favorite anything so you'll have to forgive the LIST. I'll consider my favorite ships for my favorite characters and then try to pin down one for each, yeah? (Wow I am bad at this game haha.)

Hermione

Hermione/Ginny: friends to lovers with added angst from previous Hermione/Ron?? Even better if there's existing Ginny/Harry and Hermione/Ron for MEGA ANGST (and then everyone comes out and lives happily ever after.)

Hermione/Narcissa: age gap! Weird "Hermione becomes Draco's stepmum" drama. Sophisticated, posh Narcissa and outspoken brainiac Hermione finding true love!! Oh and Hermione becoming Minister and Narcissa living her dream of being Minister's wife. Super cute.

Hermione/Minerva: AGE GAP. Super smart, capable, strong women being badass and awesome together. Also, Hermione likes cats.

Hermione/Pansy: enemies to lovers! Starcrossed lovers. Also sorta opposites attract. Pansy seems more into fashion and dating and gossip, while Hermione cares more about social justice and knowledge and idk just different priorities. And they can sort of get the wrong idea about each other. Pansy can prove she's more than just a vapid little girl, and show Hermione the value in things like beauty. And what can be learned by being a bit nosy. And maybe put some party planning skills into hosting events for Hermione's various causes. Maybe Pansy seeing the light and making amends postwar. But also while in school?? Just the whole hate sex vibe. Or maybe forced proximity breaks down those walls?? Idk just so much potential.

Hermione/Lavender: similar to Pansmione in the whole "girly girl hooks up with bookworm" vibe. Also the idea of both being Ron's exes, haha! But idk something about showing a bit more grace and appreciation for hyper-feminine ladies and not turning out noses down at fashion and dating and other "girly" interests. And having those "not like other girls" girls learn to respect those things or at least not judge them so much. And also remembering they were both Gryffindors and super brave. Both fought in the war. Also I forget which book but there was a scene in a Care of Magical Creatures class where creatures were loose and Lavender was one of the ones helping rally them up while even her bestie Parvati was hiding in Hagrid's Hut? (Iirc.) Also Lavender's interest in "silly" things like Divination. And like imagine postwar Lavender lives but is scarred, and Hermione is a bit impatient with her vanity but comes to be more compassionate and understanding and helping Lavender regain her confidence. And idk just Hermione the know-it-all having to learn more from others and be more open minded and let go of her preconceived notions and initial judgments.

Hermione/Fleur: okay this is the winner for me. I can't get past the idea of them bickering and having formed Opinions about each other that get challenged. The idea of them learning so much from each other and coming to respect and admire one another. And realizing the other is super strong and capable and intelligent and independent and loyal and brave as heck. Shared values!! Oh and the idea of them coming together over challenging archaic laws about magical creatures and beings!!!!

Ginny

Ginny/Hermione: [see above]

Ginny/Hooch: not enough of it but c'mon, age gap!! Two athletic ladies!! Bonding over Quidditch! I dig it. They're both pretty badass and I don't see either putting up with bs from anyone, let alone each other. Hooch might underestimate Ginny due to her age but Ginny comes into her own and proves her worth and earns Hooch's respect!!

Ginny/Gwenog: another rare pair fantasy that I need more of!!!! Again, two athletic ladies. Are they teammates, or opponents on the pitch?? Either way, I'm into it. But because there's so little of it, I still think my favorite for Ginny is:

Ginny/Luna: they're just so sweet and adorable. All the time spent together, working together, in Dumbledore's Army during that last year. And, because I'm astrology nerd, the fiery Leonine energy of Ginny and the airy Aquarian energy of Luna is such a perfect match!! (Also Leo and Aquarius are oppositions which makes it even more fun but let me not delve too deep into my astrology rabbit hole.) But it's how much of those respective energies I see in both of them and how it works together that sells me! Fire is spirit and zest and passion! Air is sociability and learning! Luna with her head in the clouds, so curious and creative! Ginny so adventurous and protective. They're both so self-assured and independent they could have their own separate lives but also share a life together that is fulfilling and peaceful and lovely for them both. Ginny can travel for Quidditch and Luna can travel for her creatures. And I bet Ginny likes the travel and exploration enough to join Luna when the season is over. And I'm sure Luna can get work done in whatever place Ginny has games in!! Idk they just work so well together.

Luna

Luna/Cho: Ravenclaws unite!! Idk there's something sweet about it. Pretty, popular Cho and the kooky "weird" girl?? Cho's really nice and patient and probably can't see past Luna's zaniness right away, but eventually she does. They just seem like a really cute, sweet pair.

Luna/Hermione: such an almost opposites attract sorta thing. They're both clearly brave. Both appreciate knowledge. Luna's curious and creative and...yeah, a bit kooky! She's independent, self-assured, confident, compassionate, open-minded. Hermione's a bit too strict and judgmental and by the book. Luna with her head in the clouds is probably a bit much for Hermione, but I feel like they could learn from each other and be so fun together. Hermione learning to loosen up and be more open-minded herself. And if she doesn't ever believe in all the same things Luna does, learning to respect them and find the worth in them. Seeing what she can take from what Luna shows her. Luna showing Hermione how to let loose and have fun. Hermione keeping things structured and stable in their lives together. Learning and growing together and challenging each other's way of thinking!

Luna/Ginny: but yeah, this one still wins. See above in the Ginny section!

TL;DR apparently Fleurmione and Linny, but what was I supposed to do?? Not sing the praises of other femslash ships I love????

Oh wait, it would be remiss of me to not also mention:

Lily/Alice:?? Idk much about Alice, but could be cute, but mostly I'm obsessed with Harry and Neville growing up as BROTHERS. I cry how adorable.

Lily/Narcissa: okay but how about this so that Harry and Draco can grow up as brothers?? Also the drama potential of pureblood Narcissa and Muggleborn Lily. All the angst of the war. The temptation if they're both married at the time. Lily showing Narcissa that there's more to life and how colorful and vibrant her world can be outside of the cold, dark, restrictive walls of her upbringing.

....I love femslash, okay?

#asked & answered #femslash faves #danpuff stuff #danni talks too much okay #i can't help it i am very passionate #wlw wonders #spoiler: the answers are fleurmione & linny

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ceeyuin666 · 1 year ago

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May I please ask for the reactions of Malfie, Apple Poison, Ms. Hades, Joe and Farja reactions to their au selves.

Malachite, Cece, Vince, Nadia, Joe

Ooh such interesting characters! I'll do my best to answer, please bare in mind this is from my own takes on the Recruiters and of course are in no way "canon". Feel free to take or leave whatever details you prefer!

(Edit, sorry, forgot Joe!)

Maflie and Malachite: Malfie is always excited to meet any other version of himself, the only ones he could ever consider as beautiful as himself would be other versions of himself. They'd both hit it off quickly, friendly enough and of course sharing a special bond. I think they'd enjoy conversations about books together, relaxing together and just each other's company in general. Malfie is a little more quiet about who is dear to him but I think he would admire how Malachite loves openly.

Ms. Hades and Cece: Ms. Hades might start out as standoffish because she is weary of someone so similar to her. But after being able to get to know each other, they might enjoy sneaky little sessions of gossiping about their family (blood or found family both).

Ms. Hades isn't too well versed in video games but I think if Cece were to introduce them to her, they would make a good team and have a lot of fun together.

Apple and Vince: I see them just sitting next to each other and you think they're both antisocial but really it's just that they're comfortable in the silence. They don't need to speak much to know they can be relaxed around each other- this might make it hard to get close to them though.

If you put them in a kitchen I think you'd be surprised how well they'd suddenly get along. It sounds like they have similar tastes and would actually quite like cooking for everyone.

Farja and Nadia: Birds of a feather, that's the expression right? I imagine these two would become loud and fun from the get go. They'd want to party together all the time and show off their style and beautiful hair to anyone and everyone that will listen- and likely those that won't as well.

I think the two would be a lot of fun, maybe to the disdain of some of the others haha! They'd probably go out together all the time, going to eat yummy foods, shopping for clothes, getting their hair done, etc!

Eightfoot and Joe: These two may get along the least, but not because they don't like each other, they're both just quite dedicated to their work. I think they'd moan and groan at each other, Eightfoot would probably just pity Joe as another slave to his work- even though they are in the same boat.

They will get along well enough when they have to, and I think they silently like each other's company but ultimately are too set in their own ways to be too buddy-buddy.

#admin answers

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year ago

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Ch. 87 // A Game of BlackJack~ // Day 67

Contents (Warnings): Lev plays the dealer (slight angst, slight goofs, vore mentions, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 2,500+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Will be added soon

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(Dec. 5th, Monday)

Lynette

I sluggishly went through the front door first. Wicks came in behind me. We finished our training for the morning. I can't imagine fighting someone like Garter without Wicks being there.

I rubbed my temples. Garter's nice and all, but...I'd think I'd be used to looks like that. I put together their differences in my head. Compared to the other two, Garter looks more playful and less hungry or excited when scaring me.

I trudged around the corner and into the kitchen. I went to get a glass of water.

"Want me to get you a glass?" I asked Wicks.

"Please," Wicks said. He went to the living room and stopped at the bar counter, overseeing the kitchen and living room. He rested his head on the marble, his hair sprawled across it after Wicks undid his bun.

I put the first cup to the water filter in the fridge and watched him tap at his phone screen. Is he waiting for someone to message him?

"Is something wrong?"

"Not sure yet."

I slid the glass to him, "is it with work?"

"Yeah." He lifted his head and took the glass. He sat up with a heavy slouch, "I'm waiting for a confirmation with a case. If Olivia decides to give it to me, I might be going out tomorrow or Wednesday."

I had yet to tell Wicks about the mall. Should I? Every part of my conscience screamed yes. "I forgot to mention, uh, Drake invited me to go Christmas shopping on Wednesday."

Wicks held the glass next to his lips. He glared and didn't take a sip. I took mine. He's mad.

"You and Drake, only?"

"No." I looked away.

"Wenna?" Wicks asked, hopefully.

"Nooooooooo."

He inhaled deeply, "Lentils."

"It'll be okay. I'm taking my training knife. I'll run if I can't handle something, and I have you on speed dial." I assured him, "And I don't—I may not be so friendly with Xander—he does scare me. But I don't think he'd intentionally go after me outside of work. He never has."

"To your knowledge," Wicks grumbled. Right. "And what about Drake?"

I tensed up. That time at the festival and when he almost ate me while he was watching me... "He's probably the nicest to me."

"Not saying much," Wicks said as he finally sipped his water.

"Wicks-"

"I don't trust either of them. It'd be different if neither of them ate humans. I don't want you to be around monsters, especially where someone can pick up on your scent or..." Wick's eyebrows knitted a question mark, "Alexander's a hybrid, isn't he?"

"Yeah?"

"Can a monster even smell you when you're-" Wicks shook his head, "no, wait, forget it. I don't want you to go anyway."

"What? What do you mean? And are you saying I smell weird to you too?"

"Not weird. Magus's don't have sensitive noses like monsters, but if I focus on it, you smell nice?" For both of our sanities, Wicks moved away from his statement and grumbled, "As far as I understand, Hybrids smell awful to most, if not nearly all, monsters. So, being around a hybrid might cancel out your smell? I'd have to ask Garter to smell you when you're around Alexander-" Wicks threw his hands up, "HEY."

He pointed at me, "STOP making me think more about this. I don't want him anywhere near you." Wicks strangled the air. "I'm still pissed off that he couldn't name off one thing about you besides the obvious, and AT the Thanksgiving party he thought about eating you." A lot of his hair whipped to his face and hung over it. He looked like a movie villain. "I should have kicked his ass harder."

I didn't expect anything less than that. "How do you know what he was thinking? Did he tell you?"

Wicks shook his head, "I read his mind."

"You-" I held my head, "do you do that often?!"

Wicks brushed his hair from his face, "NO. Not on you, at least; I'd never use magic on you again unless you asked or it was to protect you." He put a palm to the side of his forehead, "besides if I had been reading your mind this whole time, you think I wouldn't have known about the pizzeria?"

I dropped my hands, "good point."

We were silent after that. Drinking our water in peace and enjoying each other's company.

"Do you use that on other people often?"

"If I think they might be a threat, or they're staring at me more than I'd like," Wicks admitted. "If beings are skilled enough, they can tell I'm prying into their head, so I can't do it on a whim."

I nodded. Good to know you aren't reading my mind, Wicks. Or I would have felt so much worse.

It wasn't long after that Wicks got into a call. He walked away with it and took it into his room, leaving me alone with my water. I drank the rest of it and pressed at my pocket with the training knife in it.

I'll be fine. I didn't want to turn someone down, especially not someone who is the family of my sister's husband. Nor did I want to give up this opportunity. I had been to the mall we were going to. I figured it wouldn't be monster ran; Wicks took me there before.

I felt at my neck after I washed out my glass. I'll leave if I don't feel comfortable being there. I told myself. Don't chicken out.

I couldn't stop myself from trying.

...

Zilla

Lynette's all alone? Her violet hue bounced around the rest of the room, not another soul in sight. Mondays were usually her day to be alone as Alexander didn't like sitting with her, and she disliked sitting with Lev.

"Hello, Lynette." Zilla pulled out a chair and purposefully moved it beside the redhead to be 'friendly.'

"Zilla," Lynette slowly lowered her phone. "You want to make another bet again, don't you?"

"If you're offering, gladly." She softly chuckled.

Lynette pouted and quietly whimpered. "Every time we make a deal, it ends badly for me."

They work well in my favor, though. Zilla's plush lips lifted into a smile. She didn't purposefully try to screw Lynette over. She simply wanted to fulfill her goals more. "Unfortunately, neither Alexander nor Lev like it when you help me. So they tend to get you back." Her eyes fell to the door and then back at Lynette.

No one is coming quite yet.

"Yeah."

Zilla's brought her hand up, rubbing at Lynette's back. "I don't necessarily need a deal today. I'll go for whoever loses," Zilla assured, taking a deep breath. Lynette's aroma brushed at her nose. Her hand subtly twitched. No. Stop. I'm not going to be like Zane.

Lynette didn't appear to notice. She lowered her head and brought the straw of her smoothie back to her mouth. "You're most likely going to get Alexander. Lev has us playing Blackjack."

Zilla regained her confidence, "You could cheat."

"So Lev can attack me if he finds out?" Lynette glanced to her side, "And besides, aren't card games like that luck-based anyway?"

"Luck based?" Zilla's tone offended, "Oh, the sad truth is that a lot of games require a certain knowledge or understanding to play with an advantage." She ran her free hand across the table, "card games, to an extent, are more mathematical. Something at which I'm quite terrible." She didn't mean to say that aloud. It slipped out. "I can show you if you'd like a chance."

Zilla hoped that statement would be forgotten.

"Cheating?" She disagreed, "No if Lev finds out I cheated, he'd get me back."

"Doesn't he already get you?" Zilla questioned, "Moreover, I doubt either of them ever play fair, so why should you?" She brought her own phone out. "You are competing, Lynette. You use whatever assets you have at your disposal to win."

Zilla tapped at her phone and brought up blackjack card counting, "Now, come on, use it."

Lynette hesitated, her finger hovered over the play button. Zilla sighed, pretending that she didn't have much belief in her. "Or not, have fun being Lev's morsel today," She put her fingers up to pull the phone away—Lynette took the bait and reached out.

"N-no."

Zilla lifted her hand from the phone and allowed Lynette to press play. Good girl. "I also suggest, while you're taking this in, do not say a word to Lev. Or better yet, try to refrain from eye contact of any kind with Lev during the game."

...

Lev

If we had Drake here, he'd listen very keenly to everything. Lev shuffled the cards—he played the role of the dealer.

Both Alexander, Lynette, and himself possessed 5 chips. Each represented the turns they had left in the month to play games. If someone lost all their chips, they could not pick any more game days that month. Instead, they would be brought out using the chips earned from them.

He even decorated each with their names.

You have to be more specific, dear.~ He thought to himself. Lynette was still frustrated by the trick. Lev's cocksure grin showed itself.

"Cheer up, Lynette. If I win, I'll make sure to pick a lot of fun games for us.~"

Alexander rolled his eyes, "how do we know you won't cheat?"

The dragon, in a human case, hummed with his snicker, "You really think I'd find any satisfaction in cheating?" Lev turned the deck to Alexander. "What would be the point in playing a game like this if I was already destined to win? It'd be dull."

"Mess with us," Lynette uttered quietly.

"True. But I can easily do that without this. And even that would lose its novelty. That's what makes random games so fun." Lev said. "But if you're concerned about whether I'd play fair, how about we make Alexander the dealer."

Alexander squinted at the cards, "wh-"

"Regardless of your temperament, you're far too honest to lie maliciously," Lev replied.

Alexander turned the cards back, "I can't shuffle for shit, and you have a point. You don't have a reason to play dirty; you could have picked something that we'd never have a chance at winning."

"I do love to gamble," Lev got the cards in order, and he got ready to hand them out for their first set.

...

Lynette refused to say a word once the game started. She didn't even look at either of them. She solely paid attention to the cards played. She was doing well. Alexander had one left, Lev had seven, and Lynette had seven.

He saw her lips move at least twice, but she'd always purse them together desperately. He finally put two and two together.

"What you're doing is legal, but it'd get you kicked out of a casino if caught." Lev teased, placing his hand down rather forcefully over her own. Her emerald eyes peeked at him for the first time during this game. "Normally, you wouldn't even be able to cash in your chips. You'll simply lose it all."

Every part of her looked tense. Lev pulled his hand back and sat back in his chair—his yellow hue waltzed over her with their intense flare, "You know, every little talent I find out about you just adds much more to that delicious rarity.~"

She put her hands to her ears, "Stop!" She squeaked. She'll be off her game now, won't she? Or maybe I should push a little further.

Alexander's voice called him instead, "You're being creepy as hell."

Lev's eyes flickered with sparks as he chuckled, "Oh, Wendie, I can hear that hissing jealousy." He picked up on the low growl that snapped through the hybrids' lips. It drew Lev in to continue. He leaned to him. "If you want me to give you some attention," Lev pressed at Alexander's chin while the closeness threw him off, "all you have to do is ask.~"

He predicted the usual attempt at a grab, and Lev readied to pull his hand back and tease further, but Alexander gave an unexpected reaction. The bright glow of his eyes stirred Lev's instincts and nearly made him break his case in defense.

Alexander then got a hold of the hand Lev failed to pull back.

Alexander tricked him, or more so, stunned Lev for a moment. The blonde took that as a small victory and smirked before replying, "Call me that damn nickname or do that again, and I will seal your case so Zilla can have an easy time eating your ass."

Lev readjusted himself, "I hope you know if you ever even try, I will pay you back with interest."

Alexander looked unphased. He rarely held onto worry, at least as far as Lev had seen.

The timer split the tension between them. Lynette quickly stood up from the table, "We have a tie, and since there is no winner-"

"In ties, the house wins.~" Lev turned back to her and pulled his wrist free. He heard the door slide open, "guess who's on time to hear the results."

...

Alexander

He laid back on the infirmary bed, an arm over his eyes and another over his growling stomach. Damn it. He lifted his head and moved his arm to see his smaller coworker on a bed not that far from his own.

Zilla took a good chunk of his energy, so now he felt starved more than usual.

Sandra was here today—thus, she kept Alexander in check until they were leaving.

Lev's words struck his mind as he could smell her scent so clearly behind him. Delicious rarity.

He rolled his eyes, though she smelled absolutely appetizing to him.

"Lev's fuckin' weird." He said aloud.

He swore he heard Lynette say something in response.

He glanced back. "What did ya say, Shrimp?"

She stared up at him, her pace maintaining the same rhythm. "N-nothing."

"Then why are you acting all meek about it?"

She passed him once he opened the door for her, she uttered gently, "If I say what I said again, you're going to get snappy. And I'd rather go home without any more weird comments from either of..."

Lynette realized she had said what she was thinking anyway.

"I don't say anything weird." What the hell are you on about?

"You-" She put her hands over her mouth. She released them and marched to her car, "no-nope-I'll see you Wednesday."

He didn't understand what she meant, or maybe a small part of him did and refused to acknowledge it. It was hard to tell. He turned his head away and walked to his car. He started it up and got ready to drive but then thought about what Lynette said.

"See me, Wednesday? Didn't she mean Thursday?" He would have let it go if he wasn't doing anything that day.

"I swear to god, Drake." He got his phone out and started to call him. "Did you seriously invite her to go shopping?"

...

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Ship questions - ValCon - 4, 8, 9, 26, 27, 30, 34, 40, 45, 49

oh them <3

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

Val did in the beginning, before they were actually together. Con was closeted at the time and very reserved so Val didn't want to be too forward, but every now and again they would just lay their head on his shoulder or reach out to squeeze his hand so he would know that they were willing to be patient with him.

Con definitely came out of his shell once they were officially together following the events of the masquerade, though. Since then it's mostly been him initiating. Val is over the moon about it, tbh. They're very weary of accidentally overstepping boundaries, so Con being so openly affectionate has been incredibly affirming for them.

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

I don't know if I should be speaking for Con since he doesn't belong to me, but Val really loves how goofy Con can be. The dad jokes, the way he matches their teasing, just how playful and dorky they both are. There's no shortage of things that Val loves about Con, but that's a big one.

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

First of all how dare you.

Second of all, I mean. I presume Val's recklessness has to be a bit of a source of stress for Con. They're working on that though <3

And listen Val just loves people a lot. Val loves Con a lot. No notes. They're maybe a little upsetti that he's legally married with children because they want a real wedding dammit, but listen. They were illegal married once and they can do it again. A ceremony would be nice though. They have Priest friends who can bend the rules, right?

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

Val has been tempering themself a bit for Con's sanity. They have a strong need to prove themselves capable of independence and that often manifests as them running headlong into certain death, but Con doesn't like it when they do that so they're trying to stop <3 They're sacrificing...personal security. Asking for help is a very scary thing for them, but Con earnestly wants to be someone who can be leaned on, so Val has been trying to be more okay with being cared for.

And I imagine must be sacrificing something when he sees Val tear open a hole in reality that turns people into ground beef ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Am joking, but again I don't feel too comfortable making assumptions since he isn't my character.

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

GIFT. WAR. Give the other person something thoughtful and special that symbolizes a hope you have for them. Do it with all the love and longing in your heart, but ALSO make a silly little competition out of it because you're both incredibly goofy <3

Also Val likes to bonk their head on his shoulder because on all levels except physical they are a cat.

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

I would say all signs point toward gift-giving, and oh boy is their gift war one of my favorite things to come out of this relationship. Quality time, as well. In this absolute hellscape they've gardened together, gone fishing together, camped out together. Please help I care so much.

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

You picked this so I would have to talk about Cheating at Chess, didn't you?

Okay, well, I'm not really sure that this constitutes as a joke outside of like. Party shenanigans, but I'll bite!

So waaay back when Con was first introduced and Val was trying to come up with excuses to spend time with him, Con suggested they play a game of chess. One game in, and Val was getting absolutely thrashed. They hadn't played chess very much, and Con was...well. Con was Con. So round two rolled around and Val, being the little shit brat that they are, read his mind. Every move he made they matched, each time he plotted a different course of action they intercepted. His stream of thought went from "Ah...they're getting the hang of this" to "Was the last game just a fluke?" to "I hope they like me" (!!!!!) to ".....wait a minute, are they cheating?". He started making wildly illogical chess moves just to test out his theory, and after a while of doing that and Val STILL having the upperhand, Con just goes "I have no idea how you're doing it, but you're cheating."

Anyway, flashforward to the masquerade. Con is badly hurt and trapped in a magic circle. If he moves he'll die. If we try to hurt Auric, he dies. If any of us move to retrieve him before Auric is gone, he dies. He has a plan, but he can't say it out loud and risk Auric escaping or hurting one of us. So instead, Con looks at Val, says "Cheating at chess," and Val understands what he needs them to do. They read his mind, and then they do what he asks because they trust him.

So really "cheating at chess" is about implicit trust and a surprisingly deep understanding and partnership between two people who really only met a relatively short amount of time ago, but OKAY FINE GIGGLE IT UP BITES U BITES U BITES U

40. Do they have any regrets in their relationship?

I think Val definitely regrets that Con's been in danger so much because of them. The Priest of Osybus kidnapping and basically torturing him to get to Val, Con literally almost perma-dying in that circle. They have a lot of personal guilt every time something goes awry that they weren't strong enough to fix on their own, particularly if its something that upsets him. I still remember when they died right in front of him during that Morgantha fight. Afterwords they sought him out and just encouraged him to let them have it. They were so sure he was going to be furious with them, call them stupid and foolish and insist they weren't fit for adventuring anymore. And he was furious, but he told them that they were meant to be a team and he wished they would let him help. It was exactly what Val needed to hear and they've been trying to honor that, but they wish they hadn't caused him so much distress in the first place.

45. How do they support each other? How do they rely on each others support?

I like to think that Val is a good listener without being too pushy about it. They have this judgement-free air about them that makes them easy to talk to, but they won't push you to talk about anything you aren't ready to share (unless you're Deyja and they're playing a drinking game). Val also fusses over him a lot. Lil grandparent. You think you're going to get away with moping but you've got another think coming. And Con just sort of...gets where Val's insecurities lie and is an absolute angel about reassuring them. They're both very patient, very willing to talk things through, and I love that for them I love the communication.

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

Hmmmmmm. I mean in some ways, I suppose? Perhaps not intentionally, and definitely not actively at least on Val's part, but I do suspect there are some things that they might not bring up. Like I know Con's confusion about gender identity hasn't really been discussed with Val yet, though that's more out of a nervousness to say the wrong thing than anything else. And Val is still trying to accept the fact that people might be interested in getting to know them, so uhh. Yes? No?

Oh wait, yes. Val is keeping the fact that they stole one half of Con's last name a secret. Oops.

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