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mochinomnoms · 8 months

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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Congrats on 1k followers Mochi (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ you so so so so deserve it. You always make me smile when I see your posts so I hope you have fun writing them.

If I might make a request, could I have Jade, Trey, and Ace with a romantic prompt 16 (“I won't lose you again.”)? I want to see them cry a lot just a tiny bit. Feel free to let the vibes guide you, I trust it will be very good.

-Yuri

jade leech, trey clover, ace trappola (separate) x gn!reader [tags] — angst in Ace's, hurt in Trey's, humor in Jade, implied time loop theory [wc} - 1,000+ each prompt 16: “I won't lose you again.” song: Be, Talk (Hozier, “Wasteland, Baby!”), Francesca (Hozier, “Unreal Unearth”) note - @yuri-is-online got it! went a lil wild cause I got massive inspo lmao. Also, let me know if yall can guess the anime I got inspired from with Ace's francesca (1k event)

“Be like the love that discovered the sin (Lover, be good to me) / That freed the first man and will do so again / And, lover, be good to me (Lover, be good to me)”

There were several things that caught Jade Leech’s attention during his life, but only a few kept his attention, after which he’d abandon his ‘toy’. Fungi, mountains, and poisonous flowers, were exceptions, to name a few. He had to admit to himself (and only himself) that there was one thing that revolved in his mind all this time later, dug deep into his brain like the mycelium of his beloved mushrooms in the forest floor.

One. Thing. You. The funny little human from the broken down dorm. The funny little human with not a single ounce of magic in their veins. The cute little human that was captivated by his merform, an entirely foreign concept to them. The sweet little human with the even sweeter crush on him all throughout his second and third years.

Perhaps it was cruel of him to entertain your affections with no real desire to follow through on them. Actually, scratch that, it was cruel of him to do so. It was just so…interesting to him at the time. He grew alongside his brother and Azul, none of them exactly being the most sought after during their childhood or teens. They were feared, each of them for multiple reasons, not exactly prime boyfriend material, despite some of their attempts to curate a specially crafted facade.

Yet, you were so bewitched by him, enthralled, beguiled, and dare he say lovesick with him despite all the signs screaming “DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!” So please, forgive him for shamelessly flirting, and finding entertainment in your reactions.

The dilated pupils as he leaned down to make eye contact. The sharp intakes when he cornered you against a library shelf, nonchalantly reaching for a random book. The shiver down your spine as he would lean over in class to whisper some nonsense in your ear regarding the class. All for the sole purpose to see you blush a pretty color and get flustered. Not for the jump in his heart at the thought of being revered so sweetly, or a potential lover being so good to him.

It was just a bit of fun. That’s all it was. That’s all it was meant to be, when he finally left for his internship his third year. He paid no mind to the wistful look on your face as he gave his goodbyes, nor the strange creak in his heart at the sight.

Jade Leech was all he’s always been, and all he will ever be: a man that left his toys once they ceased to interest him.

Which is why he loathed that he’s been unable to remove you from his mind. Though, did he really? It wasn’t annoyance or hate, but an aching yearning that resided in his being. Jade spent many months tossing and turning in bed as he dreamt of you: shy smiles, soft eyes, and sweet words. He wanted, he needed to be free from this love-struck feeling, this infatuation. It was dragging him down from his finely constructed pedestal, like a sin striking an angel down from heaven.

Yet, coming back to campus now, presenting his internship research at the end of the year, Jade found himself strangely content with the concept as he watched you. You’d taken on your role at NRC quite beautifully, and were the object of affection for many admirers, much to his dismay. Currently, you were attending to visitors, directing them to their destinations and helping the fourth years find their old clubs and friends, while he admired from around the corner.

You were as you’ve always been, sweet, cute, and clueless to your surroundings as he stalked closer until he was behind you, leaning down until his lips inched close to your ear.

He purred breathlessly into your ear, “Oh Prefect~ Is that you, my dear?” Jade didn’t miss the shudder that flew up your spine as you jumped away in shock.

“EEP! W-what the—” You whipped your head around to berate the man before realizing who it was. “Oh, jeez, Jade! You’re back—why’d you do that?!”

The tall man chuckled as he straightened to his normal height. Oh, how he missed you. And your reactions, of course.

“I simply missed your delightful expressions, you always have been rather reactive with me, haven’t you?”

“What—nooo. I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Huffing, you crossed your arms and jerked your gaze away in irritation. At least, it would be if not for the blush on your cheeks.

“Fuhuhuh, that blush suggests otherwise.” A giddy feeling filled his chest as Jade inched closer to you, in which you backed away. This continued until he managed to corner you against the stone way of the hallway.

“This is a familiar sight, is it not?” Jade cooed as he leaned down again, a hand reaching to caress your cheek. “I did miss you, didn’t you—”

A smack. Jade blinked in surprise as his hand was thrown back by your own. Now you looked more annoyed than flustered.

“I’m sure you did.” You hissed sarcastically, narrowing your gaze at him. “Ha! Please, more like missed messing with me. If you really missed me, you’d’ve called or messaged me like the others in our class. Even Azul checked up on me!”

Jade…hadn’t been aware of that. He’s been too into his own head, reliving memories with you that it hadn’t occurred to him that you’d actually might lose affection for him.

The thought made him a little sick.

He pouted, taking your chin in his hand to tilt your head up to his. “Is that so? Please forgive me for my most egregious sin. I don’t wish to lose you again.”

“Hmph, again?” You made a sound of offense. Despite your words, you still looked up at Jade with a shy gaze, eyes darting down to his lips every so often.

You never had me in the first place.” You scoffed, trying to avert your blushing gaze, though he kept a firm grip, moving to squeeze your cheeks into a pucker.

Jade chuckled, “Your previous actions say otherwise, though I am quite a fool for not taking what was mine in the first place.”

“Y-yours?! You-you-you can’t just say things like that—eep!” You let you a deliciously cute squeak, which he swallowed up as he stole a kiss.

“Now, now my little lover, be good to me and let me revel in your affections, I’ve derived myself from them for far too long now, have I not?”

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me / I won't deny I've got in my mind now (Hey, yeah) / All the things I would do

He wasn’t sure why he had any faith in Crowley to get you back home. Really, that’s on him for thinking the headmage would put any work into your return home. If Trey had known that you’d still be here in Twisted Wonderland, years after his graduation, he wouldn’t have ever broken up with you.

Granted, it hadn’t exactly been his choice in the first place, as you had abruptly ended the relationship towards the end of his fourth year. Told him to enjoy his life without you weighing him down, despite his insistence that you’d do no such thing.

Trey finally relented when you told him that you had a world, a family, a home (without him) to get to. Somewhere you belonged, somewhere that wasn’t with him.

It hurt, yes, knowing that you were never really meant to be with him in the first place. It was simply by magical chance that you were plucked from your world to turn his own upside down. Likewise, it was simply by chance that you and him got together to steal and eat his heart, leaving him almost an empty shell of himself.

So it was a surprise to see you at Riddle’s wedding, of all places, dressed up in a pretty green outfit as you giggled with some bridesmaids. Seven, you looked good, the fabric hugging all the right spots. Maybe he was being a bit delusional, but Trey swears that the green of your outfit matched the color of his hair, and he had a small possessive streak pass through him at the thought. If it wasn’t for Cater pinching his arm, Trey would be sure that he was in a dream.

“Ow! Cater!” Trey hissed, rubbing his arm as the strawberry-blonde smirked at him. Cater’s hair was longer now, but he kept his signature style from school still.

“Go on, talk to them.” Cater nudged him with his elbow, gesturing to you. “I know you want too~”

Trey huffed, watching the liquid in his cup as he swirled his punch. “I’m fine, thanks.”

“Oh, come on!” Cater whined, latching on to Trey’s arm.

“We didn’t end on good terms.”

Cater countered, “You didn’t end on bad ones either.”

“Hmph.” Trey clicked his tongue, eyeing you from the corner of his eye. Your hair had grown longer, and was dyed. It looked nice on you.

Still leaning against Trey, Cater pouted before a mischievous look passed over his face as he leaned in to whisper in Trey’s ear.

“Besides, I heard they’ve stayed single since being with you.”

“…” A sigh. “Really?”

“Totes, so you really ought to go make a move before that blonde dude does, though it doesn’t look like he’s having much luck.”

Finally deciding to look up, Trey noticed your uncomfortable expression as the guy twirled a strand of your hair with his fingers. Despite being known for being rather mild-mannered, a handful of your mutual friends knew the truth: Trey had a nasty jealous streak where you were concerned.

He wasn’t sure when or how he got across the room, but Trey was suddenly hovering over you and the blond man, hazel eyes piercing his back. Surprise flitted your features as a hand was offered to you, along with a familiar.

“Sorry, hope I’m not interrupting.” Trey had to withhold a smug smirk as he saw your eyes light up at the sight of him. “But would you mind sharing a dance?”

You eagerly nodded, taking his hand and mumbling a half-hearted apology to the other man as Trey guided you to the dance floor, filled with couples sharing a dance to the latest love song.

His hands rested on the familiar curve of your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck, hesitating before finally settling your hands on the back of his neck. The two of you swayed to the music, a surprisingly comfortable silence between you two. Honestly? It was as if you two never broke up, with how your bodies curled into each other, heart-to-heart.

Yet, neither one of you seems willing to start the conversation he was begging to have.

“… You look beautiful—”

“You look wonderful—”

Both of you opened your mouths at the same time, interrupting each other before sharing a giggle.

“Sorry, sorry. You go first.”

Trey shook his head. “No, go ahead.”

You smiled, something soft and a bit sad, before looking him up and down. “You look good, got stockier. The bakery’s got you working hard, hm?”

“Ha, yeah. It has, what…about you?”

Your lips thinned, as you looked away. “Still at NRC with Grim, we teach the new Beast-tamer curriculum. It’s…fun.”

Silence fell over you two again, the elephant in the room hanging between you two.

“You’ve been here, all this time, then?”

You nodded, a sliver of shame passing over your features.

“He never did find me a way home after we…you know…”

Trey sharply inhaled, tightening his grip and rubbing soothing circles as he nodded. “Yeah…why didn’t you…tell me. Why didn’t you come back?” He left out the ‘to me.’

You stopped dancing, making him stumble slightly as he watched your face intently, heart aching at the tears growing in your eyes.

“I—” Trey watched as you swallowed a lump in your throat, voice shaky. “—I felt so bad that you’d spent your time and energy on being with me when I might not even stay, so I wanted you to go off and live life. But then, he never did find me a way back, and I realized that I just pushed you away, and I just couldn’t face you—”

You broke into sobs, burying your face into his chest as Trey led you away from the dance floor. He managed to pull you into a secluded hallway, one for the staff to enter in and out of the kitchen. Trey held you close as he rubbed your back, resting his cheek on the top of your head as you rested into the crook of his neck.

“I-I'm sorry… I shouldn't be…” You were sniffling, letting out little hiccups as you spoke. “—crying like this… I'm not trying to make you… feel bad… I just… I should go…”

As you moved to pull away, Trey tightened his grip, hand reaching up to caress your cheek as you looked up at him with watery eyes. You were as beautiful as the day you left him, tears streaking your makeup and all.

“Don’t, please, I—” Trey sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I won’t lose you again. I missed you so much, please, stay?”

You nodded, still sniffling, as you moved to kiss the palm holding your cheek. “I missed you too, but aren’t you mad at me? For not coming back?”

Trey shook his head, smiling softly at you. Whatever anger he had was immediately forgiven at the sight of you before him. He couldn’t care less about the last few years, as long as he had you back in his arms again.

“As long as I can have you back in my arms, the past is forgiven. As long as…you’ll have me?”

The two of you shared another sweet smile, leaning into each other to press your lips in a soft, fleeting kiss. The type of kiss you give when you can’t tell the difference between a dream and reality. Cater’s quick photo of you two lovers would later help cement that fact that this was reality.

It’s a week later that Trey has that exact same picture set as his home and lock screen.

I'd tell them, "Put me back in it" (Da-ah, darlin') / I would do it again (Ah-ah, ah-ah) / If I could hold you for a minute (Da-ah, darlin') / I'd go through it again (Ah-ah, ah-ah)

It’s all dark. It’s always dark until the moment Ace opens his eyes and the coffin opens. Ace goes through the orientation ceremony, only to have it interrupted by you stumbling into the Mirror Chamber, an energetic and egotistical Grim demanding to take your spot.

It’s dark in the cave that he goes into with you two and Deuce to collect the new chandelier magistone. You're screaming, he’s screaming, so are Deuce and Grim. It’s a shit show, even before Riddle comes to drag him and Deuce back to the dorm.

It’s dark when he makes the trek to your dorm after being collared. Grumbling about just wanting a snack, about Riddle’s unnecessary rage, and about who the hell can remember all 810 rules. It’s light, though, that he sees when you open the door to Ramshackle, the warm, old lightbulbs from the hallway creating a halo around you.

It’s light again, in the morning as the sun filters through the broken window, you poking him awake to get to class.

Ace has never been one to get sentimental, the idea of love is frightening, to be frank. But looking at you again, light curtaining your features, he was reminded why he did what he did.

Why he punched Riddle for his outburst and insults to you.

Why he threw himself into the fight against Leona as he threatened to turn you to sand.

Why he let himself get “tricked” by Azul again and again, get beaten up by the twins under the sea again and again. Why he tried to run back to school to your rescue, only to be too late again and again. Why he endured the embarrassment of losing the SDC.

He’d hoped that this time he’d be able to avoid getting into a coma from the S.T.Y.X. Charon robots again, but he had no luck, so you once again had to depend on Rook and Epel getting you through the Isle of Woe. Maybe he should’ve focused on getting Grim back after scratching you, or maybe just prevented him from eating all the blot stones, then you wouldn’t have been in this mess.

It might have prevented Malleus’s own blot, though Ace wasn’t really sure what led to his spiraling. It was probably a combination of a lot of information, as it was with the rest of the blots. Either way, he’d been hoping that preventing Grim from eating the 8th blot stone would’ve prevented this.

Ace wouldn’t know though, as he’s been through this year at least 4 times now. Trying to prevent what he’s slowly starting to believe is inevitable.

He’s replayed your deaths over and over in his brain. The first one that happened, he was upset for losing a friend, but probably would’ve gotten over it. It sounds harsh, but that was the reality of the situation.

After the second loop, Ace started noticing you more. Things he missed out on the first time. The way you smiled, the way you walked, the way you tugged on your shirt when you were nervous. It was cute.

It was his third loop that he started noticing little things. How you liked to grab on to his arm when it got too crowded. How you always made an effort to help him in class, despite having to catch up with nearly 2 decades of curriculum just to understand the professors. He noticed how you’d blush whenever he’d make flirty jokes.

It was his fourth, and current, loop that he really started to view you differently. That he started to view these second, third, and fourth chances as a way to keep you safe. To not lose you again.

You were always helping him, despite the stress he caused you. Every time you’d let him crash in your dorm, eventually convincing you to let him share at least your room. He’d be up, tossing and turning as he watched your sleep. He wasn’t trying to be creepy, but seeing you take your whole situation in stride, every overblot, every condescending comment, every shenanigan Grim, Deuce, and him really made Ace think about why he was doing this.

Was it because he felt bad? No, it certainly wasn’t the first time, anyway. Was it because he liked having you around? Kinda, maybe a little. Was it because every time he’d ask you why you got involved with all the drama at school, you’d answer with a shrug, a smile, and simply answer “I gotta protect my friends, as best I can anyway.” That was probably partially the reason.

He thinks the reason he’s so desperate to make sure you stay around is because of the promise you made with him the first loop around: “If I can’t go home, let’s always stick together! I like you, and you like me, so we can support each other every way we can.”

You’d made this promise, in one form or another, every loop.

“Promise we’ll stay friends, even after graduation! I wanna stick by my first friend’s side!”

“Ace? Do you actually promise to take care of me? I know I’m a pain, no magic and all, but I’ve taken care of you in my own way, do you really promise to do the same?”

It was his fourth time watching you live your year in Twisted Wonderland. And it’s then that it clicked for him: he was falling deep into love with the magicless Prefect that cared way too much for others, and much too little for themselves.

“Ace…” you gasped, a bloodied hand reaching out for him as an overblotted Grim made a rampage throughout the Mirror Chamber. He could hear the others screaming, magic being cast, and a distinct yowl from Grim as Riddle launched another fire spell at him.

Ace cringed as the giant direbeast that was once his little fiery friend screamed in pain, running around until he tripped and fell through where there was once a wall. Grim let out an eerie, inhuman scream as he fell, a sickening crunch echoing as he landed on the stone ground. For the fourth time, Grim was gone. But that didn’t matter, not when he was watching you die for the fourth time.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey I’m here.” Ace had managed to crawl over to you, clasping your hand with his own. He rested your head on his lap as you coughed, red liquid leaving your mouth as you did.

“No, nononononono—you’re fine!” Ace hyperventilated as he looked over your battered body. He was sure that he had prevented Grim from eating Vil’s blot stone. Was that not the reason he turned into this? Did he only need to eat a few before turning into a monster? He was so confident that he’d managed to keep you safe. So why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhy—

“Ace.” He froze as you murmured his name, your other hand reaching for his cheek, wiping away the tears he didn’t realize he was leaving.

“Ace, promise me you’ll stay with me? I don’t want to be alone right now…” you hiccuped as you started crying, curling into his chest as Ace cradled you. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t help! I was so useless, so useless to let Grim get to this point. So useless as a friend, I’m so sorry!”

Ace curled into you, ignoring the voices from behind you two, no doubt the other students coming to the realization that you’d be grievously harmed.

“I’ll stay with you, I’m always with you.” Ace shuddered. He felt like throwing up. “I’m going to try again, I won’t be too late this time. I’ll make sure to keep you safe this time. I won't lose you again.”

Ace ignored the person shaking his shoulder as he watched you hyperventilate, before your breathing slowed and eventually stopped. He ignored the surprised cries as magic swirled around him, as he activated his signature spell for the fifth, and hopefully final time:

With a flick of the wand, a rhythm sublime,

Reverse The Clock, turn back the chime,

No time to say 'Hello', goodbye!

I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!

It’s all dark. It’s always dark until the moment Ace opens his eyes and the coffin opens for the fifth time.

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inkdemonapologist · 8 months

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[BatIM Cthulhu AU] A couple of doodles from session two, which UNSETTLED SAMMY A LOT ACTUALLY...

There have been small changes, throughout New York -- doors opening on the wrong side of the street, houses ending up just a block away from where you remembered them -- but the only people who can even tell seem to be those who remember Carcosa. Joey, Sammy, Henry, Jack, Peter, and Norman all experienced the strange shifting realm when a Mardi Gras party attempted to bring dread Carcosa to New Orleans, but Susie wasn't there. She can't see the changes we see, and the entire rest of the city agrees with her. That door was always there? The car was always that colour. That's where I remember the address being before, and there's no record it was ever different.

She trusts what the boys are reporting must be true, that maybe there are changes she can't see or remember, and both she and Sammy are terrified. These are only little things, but as more and more of the city slips into the world of the King in Yellow, what else might be rewritten...?

Anyway EVERYONE'S HAVING A GREAT TIME. If you're here for Out Of Context Quotes from our session, I have some of those too, here, under the cut!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] I love how detective Pete is for a guy who is NOT a detective. [Sammy] He just got assigned that by Joey Drew and now it's true. [Joey] Exactly! That's how it works.

[Sammy] The idea of JDS having its own employed detective is really funny to me. "Why do you need that? You're an animation studio." "Well, you know, things come up,"

[GM] Everybody went home I believe, except Joey went to the Studio, which is like home,

[Sammy] Do we have any plan, other than just go in to work, [Jack] I though you were gonna say "other than go insane"...

[Joey] If Prophet's not the one going for the ink, then why is Sammy going for it?! Do they have a SECOND prophet situation??? [Jack] PROPHET...... TWO!!! [Henry] Prophet 2: Electric Boogaloo [Sammy] *tiredly* We don't need any more Prophets..... We don't need any more Sammys..... we have enough.....

[Jack] You just need to sip some ink and tell them it's the wrong number. Like, you've got the wrong guy. [Henry] New stone, who dis?

[Sammy] It was the false king who called through the ink, not our Lord! [Joey] Interesting... [Joey] Joey's going to ask Bendy if he can... feel this? Is he getting calls? *dad voice* Is someone calling you? Don't put your number on the internet!

[GM] Bendy says he wasn't made to be a receiver the same way Sammy was. [Jack] So technically, it's "New Sam, who dis"!

[Joey] Okay, Joey's going to note this all down in his... Notebook Of Nonsense That Plagues Them,

[GM] I'm choosing to believe that whenever Norman called in, he gave some sort of outlandish excuse, and whoever answered the phone didn't... write it down... [Sammy] Like the heckin', grian excuses-- [Joey] "I'm cutting my grass, with scissors" [Jack] Yeah!! He's cutting his grass! With scissors! In winter!!! [Sammy] And then Sammy's like "Do we know why he called out?" and the receptionist is just like "No We Have NO Idea" [Jack] With the most tired sigh. Second only to Grant.

[GM] Fun fact, Norman would answer the phone. [Sammy] Norman actually was just like, "ohhhhhhh i know THIS is some supernatural bullshit happening, I'm gonna stay home"

[Joey] Joey's going to ask Estelle if he looked like-- and give a vague description of Avedon. [GM] .............................. [GM] She is SO impressed that you knew this. [Joey] *delighted cackling*

[Jack] I love how cute Joey is about this kid. Just like... the cool Bendy Uncle! He's not related at all, but, [Joey] I feel like this is kind of how Joey just gets around kids? Maybe Joey does really want kids, just, y'know, doesn't know how to do it when gay? [Sammy] Obviously that won't happen, so-- [Joey] Yeah, [Sammy] --so then you START AN ANIMATION STUDIO, that's the only other option! [GM] Yeah, then all kids are your kids!

[GM] Alright, you've made many phone calls. [Joey] Yeah, [GM] And you only rudely hung up on one of them!

[Sammy] Sammy can surely track that down; he's used to digging up musicians. [Jack] Jack's there to assist with the Talking to People in a way that makes them want to cooperate with you, and not run in fear!

[GM, speaking for Peter] *lists all of the information Peter's dug up* And that's about what he managed to get, today! [Joey] And nothing weird has been happening... to him? [GM] WELL, OKAY. ABOUT THAT,

[Peter] Could you describe again, the strange person who was at the party? What was that guy like? [Joey] *thinking very hard* Which... strange person...? I mean... Denis was there?

[Norman] Try not to fall in a swamp this time. [Joey] I'll let you know if I find one! [Sammy] There's fewer of those in New York, so, I think we're good. [Jack] I mean, you never know,, [Sammy] ...yeah, that's true..... [Joey] HEY, Joey will let him know if he finds one!!! [Sammy] If LAKE PONCHARTRAIN opens up in the MIDDLE OF NEW YORK CITY, that will certainly be something to let all of our friends know!

[GM] Make a social-type checks to have a word with them beforehand! [Sammy] I don't know, if I should do that,,, [GM] SAMMY can make an Appearance check! [Sammy] *laughing* LETS SEE IF IM HANDSOME ENOUGH to get let in!

[GM] Everybody's like "You guys!" You're greeted with nostalgia, and eagerness! and people are trying to small talk you, I'm guessing Sammy's not going for that. [Sammy] I mean, you can try to small talk.... AT him... [Sammy] He doesn't... y'know... it's like playing a game of catch where you throw the ball to somebody, and they just hold the ball. [Sammy] Like.... okay! [GM] I did the thing! [Sammy] Cool, catch successful. [Jack] No give, only throw!

[Sammy] Look, I was trying to drink ink this morning, so I feel like this is a step up.

[Sammy] Sammy will enjoy it! We should do this more often! [Sammy] "We should do this more often" says man who will always be too busy to do this more often,

[GM] They're impressed that, at a job where there was a gunshot right in front of the stage, the thing you want to ask about is where they sourced their music. [Sammy] I LOVE that Sammy's reputation is such that this makes perfect sense to them.

[GM] His name is Alan Leroy. [Sammy] Okay, Leroy works, because then I'll remember it, because of Leroy Jenkins. [GM] This is what's been going through my head the entire time, too...

[GM] They say he's a crazy-talented musician who blew into town a year or two ago? He's really nice and easy to get along with, and when he really gets going he can make sounds come out of his instrument like you've never heard! [Sammy] These... are all.. compliments that would be really impressive except that they can all be interpreted in really concerning ways.......

[GM] If Jack wants to look harder, he can.......... [Jack] I'm doing it, Jack can make little a bad decision! He hasn't made any yet this season!! [Jack] *rolls* That's an extreme success. How much sanity do I lose!!

[Henry] We're ghost hunters. The, the pale guy is a ghost, we're goin' after him. Ghost hunters. [Henry] ...This is why you don't let Henry lead the conversation!!

[Jack] It's occurring to me that we don't know if this guy is alive??? [Joey] YUP! This is a good time to find out! [Henry] Fun! [GM] When have you EVER gone up to somebody's house and found them dead inside? [Jack] Jack hasn't yet... [Henry] The very first scenario! [Sammy] Yeah it was a pretty bad situation as I recall, we were briefly accused of being involved! [Jack] Maybe you guys. Jack's different, though.

[Joey] We wanted to make sure he was doing alright. .....does that need a Fast Talk roll? [GM] Yeah, I was about to say-- [Joey] *rolls* *STARTS CACKLING* [GM] What did you do, do you roll a three again? [Joey] I DID ROLL A THREE! :D THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I ROLLED! [GM] I thought it was the Three Laugh!

[Henry] Henry is tired. Henry rolled a 93. [GM] Well he's out late, you know, he's a family man! He has normal hours, he hasn't been staying up late, living at the studio for the last few years! [Henry] He's regretting not accepting Joey's offer to just go home. [Joey] *muttering* See, Joey knows best!

[GM] Okay, so you guys notice, right off, that the car isn't there. [Sammy] UM. HM. [Jack] Which car did we take again? [Joey] The Mercedes... [Jack] *relieved* Okay good. [Jack] .... I MEAN, NOT GOOD, BUT...

[Joey] No, no I think it's OUR car... it's just... more yellow now... [Jack] I don't like that that means it's getting yellower... [Joey] ...........................So when do we take the sanity hit? [GM] Yeah, that would be now!

[GM] The woman says she's looking forward to when he has his own ship, and they can sail away together! [Henry] [Henry] ...I'm married,...

[Joey] Joey has his face pressed to the window-- no, he probably has the window down, it doesn't matter how cold it is -- and... CAN the window go down? Hold on. [Joey] *sounds of typing* "Car... door... window... down... history... when."

[Henry] Okay, these dice are BANNED. I rolled a 90! [Jack] What if you subtly replace the dice...? [Sammy] With slighty yellower dice!

[Joey] OKAY! There ARE rolling windows, so Joey does have the window rolled down, and he's intensely watching the colour of the car. [Joey] AND ALSO, he's STILL sitting in the middle seat, he's just going to lean over someone to do this. [Sammy] Ah. It's probably me.

[Jack] No, no, Pete and Jack can get kidnapped later and take some massive sanity damage together. ✨Cute date ideas!✨

[Joey] Joey's going to inform Norman that they're going to come over, they need additional eyes on something, [GM] Well, he's good at keeping eyes on things! [Joey] So they'll be over soon. [Sammy] I like how Norman gets a heads up, but with Peter we just show up at his apartment. [Joey] Exactly! [Jack] That's because Joey's kissed Pete. When Joey and Norman kiss then that's -- not good for Sammy, probably. [GM] At least Pete and Sammy are neutral. Non-reactive. [Sammy] Norman and Sammy are "it's complicated" on Facebook.

[Sammy] Okay, we gotta go get Linda, so Susie's not alone, [Jack] We're just playing "how many NPCs can we force Thren to play at once!" How many can we shove in the back of this car.

[Jack] Jack's gonna get home and find out his cats are different colours, [Sammy] Oh NO, [Jack] Comes back and Beans is a tortie now. [Sammy] Or Beans is just an orange cat, [Jack] Oh no! Her braincells! [GM] She needs those! She has all of them!!

[Joey] Depending on who's the affected party, Susie or them, it is actually useful to have a second, like, [Sammy] Someone to compare with? Yeah. [Henry] We don't know WHO the control group is, but ONE of us is the control group!

[Joey] As trusted as Norman is, he isn't one of Joey's... white-knuckle-clutched-keepsakes of a person,

[Sammy] *sarcastic* Okay, everyone ready to go to sleep? That's not a scary prospect right now, right? That's something that we're all really confident about doing? Cool, that's great. [Henry] Yeah, yeah, that's definitely not gonna, it's gonna go great...! [GM] Nobody's even cut their hand on a slick stone! It's fine! [Henry] NO ONE BETTER CUT THEIR HAND ON A SLICK STONE! We got enough problems!! [Joey] (Looking at you, Prophet!)

[Henry] Is Joey,,, sharing this plan with anyone? [Joey] ouo Has anyone asked him?

[Joey] Let's send Henry then! [Henry] Alright. Send Henry to Carcosa! [Sammy] *exasperated* yeah that's fine.... [Joey] It's not FULLY sending him there! It's just making a connection. [Joey] A little bridge! [Sammy] Uggghhhh... Sammy doesn't think we need any bridges to Carcosa. [Sammy] We've got enough Carcosa. [Sammy] Put some back.

[Sammy] This is what happens When You Give a Joey a Dream Spell.

[Sammy] We can't actually guarantee that New York isn't going to sink. That's not out of the question. [Jack] Is the Joey Drew specialty NOT "promising things that aren't necessarily things you can promise??"

[Henry] Actually, before Henry leaves he's going to give Joey a hug. [Joey] He doesn't get to leave. [Henry] Oh. [Joey] But Joey will take the hug!

[Henry] You know this man gives good hugs. You're getting a good Henry hug. [Jack] Gonna crunch all of Joey's terrible, very bad bones. [Henry] He's gonnna try not to crunch all of Joey's terrible bones! [Henry] But, I dunno. [Henry] Roll for damage.

[GM] The lurker knows this is serious, but he's also excited, because he has heard what a slumber party is from Henry's kids.

[GM] Now it is Friday, the 28th of December. [Sammy] Okay. Cool. Let's all make an effort to not ring in the New Year in Carcosa. That's MY New Year's Resolution: Don't Be In Carcosa.

#call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx #sammy lawrence #susie campbell #sammy x susie #norman polk #joey drew #when in doubt just keep drawing #quote post #theres no reason for dramatic lighting the cthulhu doodles have just become my Attempt To Figure Out Clip Studio practices lmao #i stuck a cap on sammy forever ago while pondering winter outfits #and it was so cute on him that now it might just have to be canon

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totallybakedcake · 2 months

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Can you write a lovely evening/night with Togame? Like staying up together, cuddling, lots of loving touches, a little teasing banter, late night combini for ramune/snacks?!, star watching (???), feeling safe around each other, deep talk, staying up way too long but not regretting it since it was the best quality time you had. I BEG YOU I LOVE SOFT FLUFF WITH MY BOY TOGAME IM GONNA DEVOUR EVERY LITTLE CRUMB YOU THROW AT ME 😭

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Love nights

Listen to this while reading?, made me write this fic.

10:30 AM, Togame your boyfriend had still not returned home, and it was starting to make you worried. Yeah, it's the weekend, but it should be you and Togame spending time together, not him and his gang. It sounded possessive and selfish, but can you blame yourself for liking your boyfriend so much?

As you kept fiddling with your fingers, the door finally opened, and Togame said in a cheerful tone, "I am back, babe!" He took off his shoes to see you just sitting on the couch with a worried expression, but that all faded away when you saw him and tackled him in a hug.

"Someone's been missing, right?" He whispered in your eyes in a teasing tone as you hit him and spoke. "Weekend fun?" you eagerly spoke, waiting for his response.

"Well, you're right, babe. How about going to a konbini and eating first? I am starving; Choji was just too much today." He effortlessly picked you up and started carrying you in his arms as you buried your head in his chest, too embarrassed to even imagine the reaction of other people.

It was a chill walk, just talking together with pretty much no one on the streets except old couples laughing at how cute you both looked together.

As you both bought your snacks, you were walking to a garden as Togame laid his head on your lap, eating his snacks as you both enjoyed the breathtaking view of the stars.

"When I was not with you or with Choji and the others, I felt something missing in my life, like that bit of fun and joy or maybe the feeling of being loved and taken care of."

Togame started a conversation, closing his eyes as he spoke, "I just sometimes feel so grateful and overjoyed that I even get to be with someone as great as your name. So, if you feel like no one cares about you or that you are lost, I will always and forever be with you. I'm supporting you no matter what."

Those words were just honey to your ears; it made you feel something like tickles in your heart as you placed a kiss on his forehead, whispering, "Togame, what will I ever do without you?" He grinned at your words, getting up and taking your hands in his. "Well, I will never leave you, so why bother thinking about stupid nonsense?"

As you both looked at the clock, it was 12 a.m.; it was time to go to sleep, but moments like these were something you always cherished and wanted them to last as long as possible.

As you both walked around the empty space, you spoke once more, "Togame, what would you even be without me to support you in life, huh?" You wanted to tease him about the talk you both had earlier.

"Then what would you be if I wasn't in your life?" It was his turn to start poking at you and make you flustered. He wrapped his arms around your frame before placing subtle kisses on your neck and shoulders.

" T-T-Togame! Someone might see us like this. Get off me!" You tried to get out of his grasp, but that made him tighten it a little. "Who would even see us at this hour, and even if they do, I don't care?"

These late-night quality times are your most favorite thing ever.

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fan-goddess · 11 months

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Could you do Tom Bennett X corruption/innocence and stepcest for kinktober?

Authors Note: Of course! Though because stepcest wasn’t in my original list, I won’t be writing it whilst I do this. I have nothing bad towards it I just don’t want to write it if I haven’t established I’d write, if that even makes sense? Hope you still enjoy it though!

Warnings: Corruption, innocence kink, some blasphemy, oral f receiving, choking, claiming, almost a yandere sort of thing if you squint cause it gets sorta dark at the end (if I forget/miss any let me know!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat, @madelynwal,

Tom Bennett remembered the day you moved next door as clear as day.

He remembers looking out the top window of the house at the sound of chatter down bellow, and seeing you right then and there practically seemed to take his breathe away.

He remembers that you wore a light pink sundress whilst you helped your family out with the moving boxes, and most clearly of all how it flowed with the slight breeze, rising up slightly to show your no doubt soft thighs to him.

After he’d gone downstairs and insisted he’d help you with the boxes, claiming a pretty lady like yourself shouldn’t risk dirtying her palms with hard labour, the blush you rewarded him with was all worth it.

Ever since then, it was moments like that what brought him all that closer to the heaven between your thighs.

Complimenting your non-revealing clothes that every time he sees you in them makes him want to tear them off and see what’s underneath. Insisting he helped you with carrying anything into the house just so he could get a look at the layout for any future visits.

It was how he had access to your house currently.

“Let me carry that for you love! Can’t have a pretty girl like you getting yourself all dirty now can we!” He grins, taking ahold of the bag on your shoulder like clockwork and walking towards the door with you trailing behind him like a puppy on a lead.

“Thank you Tommy, but you do know you don’t need to always do this?”

“Nonsense love! Gotta look after my pretty woman!” He insists, smirking to himself when he sees the familiar light blush taking over your cheeks as you unlock the door for him.

Tom walks over the dining table as usual and begins to unpack the bag. It’s just regular food items. Apples, some meat products, eggs, that sort of stuff. Yet still, he takes his time unpacking it all to stare at you just standing there pretending not to watch his arms whilst he stretches them purposefully to put stuff in the cupboards.

“Need help with anything else love? Mummy and daddy gone for the day have they?”

“Oh yes they’ve gone to visit nana in Norwich, as she hasn’t been feeling well lately according to her letters. But Tommy I don’t need anything else! Really!” You insist, shaking your head to emphasise.

“Oh well love, it’s a good thing I think your being a bad girl and lying to me…” Fuck… if this goes South he’ll never forgive himself. But it’s now it never really, Tom thinks stepping towards you slowly.

“I-I don’t know what you mean-“

“Oh I think you do!” Tom insists, practically stalking towards you till your backs against the doorframe, and his own body leans over yours with an arm over your head for that extra affect.

One good thing about the position. He can see your chest rapidly rising up and down with your shallow breaths you cannot seem to be able to hold.

“I think you’ve been a naughty girl indeed. A naughty girl who goes as far as touches herself to the thought of her neighbour…” It’s a wild shot in the dark, even he has to admit as he murmurs it into your ears. But by the way your eyes widen and sink to the floor while you bite up lower lip hard between your teeth, he suddenly feels like he’s hit a bullseye playing darts drunk.

“How did you know…” You whisper, your eyes locked only on the floor by his feet. But when he places a finger on your chin to lift your head and meet your eyes, he almost chuckles seeing your innocent eyes staring so intently at him.

“It doesn’t matter right now little one. All that matters, is this.” Tom feels his heart may fall from his chest with how hard it beats, as he leans his head forward and connects lips with you.

He can tell your inexperienced. Your clumsy with how your lips move whilst his own hold back dramatically in the intensity he wishes to unleash on you.

Yet your hands seem to have a mind of their own.

One clasps around the hair on the back of his neck to tug slightly, whilst another clenches on the front of his plain shirt.

It seems that you are as keen for this as he is…

“What an eager girl…” Tom grins, detaching himself from your lips and smiling at your whine of annoyance.

“Maybe we should go to your bedroom little one. I’m curious to see if the carpets match the drapes…”

The blush Tom is rewarded with as he leads you to upstairs, nearly is better than what he wishes to achieve.

When he gets up the stairs with you in tow, Tom looks for you to lead him to where he needs to go. And it is with great amusement when he gets lead into a room right of the landing, that is bright pink and filled to the brim with books of all titles.

“My little ones a little scholar is she?” Tom muses, teasing you as he leaves lingering kisses on your lips, the sound of which echoes in the small room. He barely thinks there’ll be enough room for the two of you there, but even he thinks it’s a bit too far to suggest your parents bed. Not with what he want to do to you anyways.

“Tell me little one. Have you read on any human anatomy before?”

“Yes Tom. I have. Though not much. Daddy didn’t like me reading them as he said they were too dirty for me.” You murmur, clinging to his clothing almost desperately.

“Well. What I am about to teach you, will be more helpful than any of those books you’ve ever read.” Tom whispers, slowly unbuttoning the clasps on your dress to reveal yourself to him.

And when Tom gently positions you on the bed where you’re left laying naked for him to ogle and admire, Tom feels practically breathless.

Your tits and naked body feels like such a temptation, that he feels at liberty to compare it to Eve and the apple. Only his desired fruit is a lot more wet and sweeter than some normal apple…

When he kneels and leans forward and begins to taste you, he can’t help himself from groaning and taking your body in his hands to keep you still whilst you thrash above him. Your hands gripping tightly in his hair whilst you cannot seem to handle this new sensation running through your whole body.

“Oh fuck Tommy so good please please pleeease I can’t- I can’t-“ You scream, “S-somethings happening! I think I need to pee” You whine some more. It’s unsurprising that a girl like yourself would know what is happening. Yet even still Tom takes sick pleasure in depriving these forbidden desires from you. Knowing he’s the one whose taught you this feeling. Knowing he’ll be the only one showing you this feeling.

When he feels the sudden flood of flavour of your juices as you cum, the death grip he has on your thighs will no doubt leave marks as he makes sure he’s licked every once of your pleasure from you. And when he’s hears the small whimpers of overstimulation, that’s when he knows he’s only just begun to achieve what he wanted.

Tom stands near to full height before he begins to undo his belt and his trousers. The smug and satisfied smirk on his face going unnoticed by you as you all but ogle his erection that strains from his underwear.

“W-will it fit?” You whisper, your voice sounding hoarse from your onslaught of shouts and screams from earlier.

“Doesn’t matter either way little one. I’ll make it fit whether your pretty little cunt can take it or not…” The dark tone he uses sending shivers even down his own spine as he takes his cock in hand and tugs it a couple times till he’s fully hard, before kneeling slightly and directing it to your already dripping again entrance.

As Tom enters you slowly, his eyes train only to look at your face, no matter how badly he wants to see your cunt swallow him. As the sight of your face forming that flushed dazed look is honestly better than anything he’s seen in his life. And it only gets better when he begins to slowly shallowly thrust into you in a strange mercy move, and your eyes shut tightly and your mouth makes an ‘O’ shape whilst you moan.

It’s as if he’s died and gone to heaven.

“Such a good girl for me…” He groans, finally looking down and seeing how a slight ring of your juices has already formed on his cock. “Swallowing me so well…”

He doesn’t speed up as much as he wants to. Only a little so he can wait and hear you beg for him.

“P-please Tommy! I need more!” There it is, he thinks, seeing your open your eyes slightly to look at him all prettily whilst they appear to water in front of his very eyes. “I neeeeed it!”

“Well then, who am I to deny my pretty little thing what she wants…” Tom grins, before thrusting his whole cock inside of you quickly and already picking up the pace to thrust at a steady pace.

The sounds of your whines and whimpers as you try to contain yourself makes Tom smile satisfactorily while he all but ruts into you. And when he places a hand on your throat in a no doubt claiming manner, the sounds you reward him with are music to his ears.

“Good girl… such a good girl…” Tom groans, his thumb tracing illegible things on your swollen clit that leaves you practically screaming beneath him once more.

“T-Tom, t-that feelings happening again!” You cry, digging your blunt nails into the skin of his back that causes small sharp grunts to leave him the deeper you push them into his skin.

“It’s okay little one… you can cum… do it now!” With a deep almost possessive growl coming from deep within his chest, Tom can feel your tight cunt clench around him, and his own release comes soon after as he locks his legs around your own to keep him as deep as possible.

“You were such a good girl for me…” Tom murmurs, dotting wet kisses along the length of your naked torso. He even smiles faintly when he nibbles slightly on your skin at random times and small hesitant noises chirp from your throat when he does so. “Such a good girl…”

“Tom…” You murmur, your eyes barely keeping open as they attempt to look at him all serious. It was adorable to look at really.

“Yes pretty girl?”

“What going to happen now…”

Tom looks up at you with dark hooded eyes, and when he meets your own, he can’t help himself from cupping your jaw firmly with his palm to make sure you’re awake and looking at him with wide eyes.

“What happens little bird, is that i’m gonna look after you now. And nobodies gonna touch you, not when I’m here. Not ever… not over my dead fucking body…”

#tom bennett imagine #tom bennett/reader #tom bennett x you #tom bennett fanfiction #tom bennett x reader #tom bennett smut #tom bennett #world on fire smut #world on fire #ewan mitchell character #my k!nktober #my kinktober #kinktober #my works

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deepmochi · 2 years

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Astrology notes 🕸

I miss this type of post. 🧚🏼‍♀️

🕸Disclaimer: I don't own these images.🕸

⚜ Leo sun are so stubborn when they feel their ego getting "destroyed". Baby, you were not right; it's not the end of you world just accept it.

⚜ My immature Scorpio moons, you know that you are wrong. Stop blaming others for your mistakes and take responsibility. That guy/ girl is not for you, you know it.

⚜ Please, Pisces moons don't quit. I know that it's hard, but you can do it. You are already trying your best.

⚜ Taurus sun have a gif in the arts, don't say you don't! Go and see where. You can draw, paint, sing, write, speak or appreciate visual arts.

⚜ 8th stellium people, why you are so critical of yourself? If you are trying to heal, you are progressing, trust me.

⚜ Fire sun signs, how you have so much energy?? Well, maybe you are taking energy from others. Try to be more empathic with your friends/ families if you aren't . I say this because some are energy vampire without noticing.

⚜ Scorpio sun are not mysterious; they just know when to be private. Ironically, Taurus sun are the same. Sister signs 💅🏼

⚜ Scorpio sun men will lie more than Scorpio sun girls. Immature Scorpio moon would lie just because they want to.

⚜ Sagittarius Mercury, they are so good in debates so fast and wise. The only time they can lose. It's when they don't feel prepare.

⚜ Keeping with Sagittarius Mercury, they are so funny. So, witty and natural with comedy. People would tell them often how funny they are.

⚜ The 5th house presents how you can heal part of you inner child. The sign tells you what you are missing. The aspects the restrictions or your flow.

⚜ People with your 12th h sign can be people who teach you a hidden lesson. See carefully how they act, this can tell you what you can change or acknowledge of yourself.

⚜ if you are searching to heal your feminine energy, see your moon sign and house. This shows you what you lack, how and where your mother didn't nurture you. For example: a moon in the 8th house needs to quit the negative mentality.

⚜ Libra moon people stop hiding your feelings. Try to talk to that friend who is always there. You know who is that friend. They care for you; you are not alone.

⚜ Virgo Venus admit it; you are doing your best. Please, stop comparing to others. You know that they aren't you, so why doing that nonsense.

⚜ Aries Venus are not shy, but they are selective. They know what or who they want.

Take care, mochis 🧚🏼‍♀️💚

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 1 year

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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 2.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Longing looks, unspoken stolen glances, daydreams and overreactions, an unspecified age difference, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Author‘s note: remember all those years ago I said I’d write a Baekhyun x Noona fic? This is that fic.

Inspired by the Ray LaMontagne song Can I Stay

Tag List: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

Links: Can I Stay? Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The important parts of the meeting were a blur.

The very important, critically vital, future deciding parts of that meeting, yeah, that meeting filled to the absolute brim with the most VIP of VIPs was all kind of a blur.

You probably did fine. You’d done enough of these by now that you knew you could trust your mind to perform expertly on autopilot.

Metrics to report? You had them.

Deliverables? In spades.

Facts to show where your team outshone the others? Child’s play.

Story after story of your team’s very clear successes with you, their trusty captain at the helm? You had too many to recount, even when you picked just the best scenarios it still felt like bragging.

But that was the point of these things. Showing off for the people who mattered; the senior directors, the production team leaders, the deep pockets, the huge investments, and the big opinions who’s fortunes grew fat and heavy off the backs of the labor of thousands. The decision makers, the cord cutters, and the trigger pullers were all present today.

Meetings like this didn’t happen often but when they did they always mattered.

As you went through your slides and your carefully planned speech you kept your eyes steadily ahead of you at a level just above all of their heads. You’d occasionally allow your gaze to touch upon a few select sets of eyes such as the Company’s Vice President’s no nonsense eyes that watched the presentations with expert level eagle eyes ready to pop off a difficult question at a moment's notice for some of the less prepared members of this upper management team. You’d had none from her. Only a rare tick of her head with an impressed eyebrow lift and an even rarer concealed smile toward you as you were speaking. Many of the others eyes that watched you had far too much pressure when you allowed yourself to lock on, so you mostly looked at the foreheads and you kept your wits about you.

You only very briefly held President Byun’s eyes — the President of this company who had famously worked his way up from the bottom, or so his Wikipedia page said.

The President’s eyes bore a striking familiarity in their shape and in their color to his son’s. A superficial familiarity, because something deeper was very different from the set of eyes that carelessly burned a hole right into the very center of your chest almost an hour ago out there in that secluded hallway.

You could physically feel that same careless set of eyes on you now. A tingling sensation came from the left section of the room where the assistants to the management team stood by armed to the teeth with items ranging from a fresh set of batteries for a wonky laser pointer, a spare laptop for a machine on the fritz, to a box of every single cable and adapter and connector known to all of current and past technology on the off chance that some important person with enough zeros in their bank account might wish to connect a 1991 LaserDisc player to the several thousand dollar HD projector system installed in this meeting hall.

You were winding down now, finishing off with a well received joke that brought out an audible chuckle from the room and you could feel the pressure lessen as you easily answered the few questions that were posed.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes began to drift to the left side of the room. As if you had been called by him, your gaze moved so damned easily. It was probably because your speech was all done and you’d reached the end of the slide. You’d never quite mastered exiting one of these things with poise and ease and when your eyes drifted over they naturally settled right onto Baekhyun’s face.

The feelings that coursed through you were conflicted. Comfort and concern. Sanctuary and danger. You wanted to look at him. He felt like a friend and a comrade in here amongst so many others that expected and demanded so much from you. He was safe. He had been safe. He’d helped you prepare for the weeks leading up to this and you knew he was on your side. And you’d been holding it in so well. No one suspected a thing, you were sure of it. You’d been on top of the pesky crush you’d been hiding ever since you met him. And it had been just that. Just a silly passing crush.

You had fully planned on saying goodbye to him in three weeks time and moving on with your life with yet another unrequited love under your belt and a few unrealized fantasies in your head to hold you over until you found enough hours in the day to actually start dating someone. Someone closer to your level. A similar enough age not to raise any eyebrows at work, and a similar family background. Just someone normal and definitely not someone from a family like Byun Baekhyun’s. While the age gap between you and Baekhyun wasn’t completely unheard of, the gap in social status was pretty vast. Sure you’d reached a level of professional success through sacrifice and hard work but every single hard earned dollar you’d made was the result of your own efforts.

How would you even begin to compare to this man? Baekhyun and you came from entirely different worlds.

How much trouble would you be in if all these leaders found out you were falling in love with their very own untouchable Prince? How much of him were you actually allowed and how far would your fall from grace be if you took too much?

Baekhyun’s smile was wide and genuine and his eyes shaped into little half circles. His hands were moving with the silent secret applause he gave you with just the tips of his fingers before shooting two quick thumbs up in your direction. You held your breath as you looked at him. You found it difficult to do both of those things simultaneously it seemed.

‘You’re so cool!’ He mouthed and you pulled your lips in between your teeth to keep your face impassive. It was self preservation. You knew you should not have looked for him at all.

The room was in motion again as the next team manager took to the center of the room. You took your seat for the rest of the meeting and steadied your gaze to the front of the room. You would not, absolutely would not waver.

But your memory, like your eyes earlier, drifted in his direction. You stared straight ahead ignoring the strong pins and needles feeling over your skin that came from the assistants section and your mind replayed the feeling of his long thin fingertips slipping along the surface of your face. His fingertips that touched along your jaw at first then moved higher. So light it felt like silk over a porcelain vase until those fingers threaded into your hair behind your ear, his pinky at the nape of your neck, his thumb pressing over your earlobe and the soft warmth of his palm along your jaw, guiding your face to him; urging you into his lips.

His lips and the yielding uncertainty in them.

His lips and the warmth of the exhale from his nose.

His lips, begging and your own, too scared to reply.

The speaker at the front of the room had said something funny. An audible chuckle sounded out around you and you dropped your hand from your face quickly and your index finger released its touch on your bottom lip and you looked around, chastising yourself for letting your mind wander in this way. The slight panic that you’d missed something important pulled at your nerves and your eyes, out of habit, sought out the familiar.

You found him so easily. He stood out like a sparkling Diamond in a room of rocks. The giggle in the room was winding down but those brown eyes were already locked into yours the second yours found his. Baekhyun’s expression was flat and serious and it was obvious that he, like you, wasn’t laughing. Perhaps he had missed the joke as well. Baekhyun was quiet and he was motionless, sitting amongst a group of assistants who could never really be his peers, they all giggled and whispered among themselves all worked up from the end of this tortuous meeting or from the entertaining speech they’d all been witness to, you couldn’t be certain.

You caught onto his eyes from across the meeting room. There was a moment of almost peace, when you looked at his serious face and he stared at you in silence, clearly lost inside his own thoughts.

The moment did not last long because his eyes seemed to widen and a bubble had popped, awakening him or alerting him, his posture changed and he pulled back instantly, averting his gaze with a recoil of his features he lifted a hand to rub over his face; he looked away from you. You wondered what had him so engrossed. What had been interrupted inside of his mind just now.

Had your own self resolve been weaker, the curiosity might just eat you alive from the inside out like acid.

Bodies were moving around the room. Your name was called by many a friendly smiling face pulling someone you simply just had to meet. Your introductions were filled with flattery on the excellent work you always produced. You were humble and you were grateful.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught the bounce of a blonde head of hair in the crowd as the small groups mingled about.

“My son has been making his way through the company learning the ropes from the very best we have in each department!” A deep voice boomed and your ears caught a few friendly chuckles as responses as one important man showed off to a group of other important men.

“When are you moving onto the next team?”

“I want to stay where I am for longer. I still have a lot to learn from my manager.” You were close enough to make out Baekhyun’s voice through the murmur of the crowds around you.

“Nonsense,” the old man began and to your surprise, Baekhyun’s voice firmly interrupted.

“No, not nonsense, Dad. I’m staying on this team for two more projects, at least. Maybe more. I haven’t even been involved in the beginning and end of anything yet because My Daddy keeps moving me around like a chess piece just to one-up his friends.” Baekhyun’s voice was quiet enough for the others in this room not to hear him, but you’d grown so accustomed to his particular way of speaking that you could just make out every word he spoke to his father, despite how under his breath he tried to keep it.

“How am I supposed to show my face around these people if you keep pulling me out before anything gets finished? How do you think that makes me look? Do you think that earns me any of their respect?”

Your curiosity betrayed you when you turned your head around just enough to catch the determined look on Baekhyun’s face. You felt a strange mixture of shock and pride watching him respond with such purpose and confidence to his father’s whims that you felt your jaw drop open just a little just from the surprise of witnessing this. You were so caught up in what he was saying and how he was saying it that the small tick of his eyes in your direction caught you off guard and made you flinch. How long had he known you were here? He certainly didn't let your eavesdropping stop him from making his point. His eyes touched yours only for a moment before he inhaled a steadying breath, lifted his chin and spoke his final piece.

“Respectfully, If you want to be able to trust me with your company in the future you need to start trusting my judgment about my life right now, Sir.”

The old man didn't speak right away but Baekhyun’s eyes didn't stay on his father’s face. Those flighty eyes of his gave you away instantly. President Byun turned his head, following his son’s eyes to find you standing close by; not close enough for it to be obvious that you had heard the entire exchange, but your proximity to and your current work with Baekhyun certainly made you feel guilty for lurking around the two family members having a private conversation.

The president didn’t betray any conceivable suspicions he may or may not have had of you, but you did find yourself pulled forward out of your duty to the company and pure politeness.

You greeted them both with a smile and respectful head nod and even reached out to shake President Byun’s hand as he addressed you by name and complimented your presentation. It was a conversation that had been repeated all afternoon and you responded in kind, giving humble appreciation for your excellent team and their efforts.

You’d expected the pleasantries to be the end of it, but the President kept speaking with a wry smile and a genuine twinkle in his eyes this time.

“So you are the reason why my son suddenly has the guts to stand up to me for the first time in his life,” he remarked matter of factly and you heard the deep chest filling breath Baekhyun slowly inhaled beside you. He then cleared his throat out loud and crossed his arms over his chest. The gesture had no effect on the old man who was clearly not new to embarrassing his children.

“Baekhyun has been an incredible addition to my team. I haven’t known him for very long but what I knew right away was that your son has an incredible sense of conviction and determination — he must take after you in that regard.”

This brought a grin to the President’s face and he reached out a heavy hand to lay over his son’s shoulders. Baekhyun’s face held a barely concealed wince and he rocked back and forth on stiff legs. He really should have tried harder to control his face. You’d had the same forced smile on your lips for a solid hour and a half now and your cheeks were starting to go numb from the efforts. For a man who smiled as easily as Baekhyun did, he really didn’t seem to be able to turn it on at a moment’s notice when he didn't genuinely mean it.

“I’ll tell you what,” President Byun turned to speak to you, “You turn him into you and I’ll promote you to Director.”

You pushed the final laugh out of your chest at the ridiculous promise and you said your farewells. You really needed this meeting to be over so you could get out of these heels and into the quiet sanctity of your office. You had several tasks left for the day and not enough hours left in the work day to get them done.

You gathered your things and you gathered your own important person and you left. While, no, you didn’t physically drag Baekhyun out of there, he followed on his own without so much as a word or even a glance from you. Your silent egress down the hallway toward the elevator was echoed by the familiar comfort of his quiet trailing footsteps. When you paused inside the elevator with a light hand to keep the doors open, he kept his eyes down at his feet and stepped inside.

The elevator doors closed and you stared ahead of yourself at the blank silver elevator side panel and he stared ahead at the numbers panel and you instantly missed the excitable chatty assistant you had before today.

This Baekhyun was too quiet and too serious. This Baekhyun was holding his breath beside you and you knew it because when you stole a glance at his face his cheeks were pink and his eyes and mouth were all closed up tight, ready to pop.

It seemed a nerve was being worked up.

It seemed maybe something was incoming and your hackles began to raise. This was the last thing you wanted to happen inside this enclosed space with no escape.

Perhaps it would be an apology for the stolen kiss in your sanctuary. An apology for taking that particular funny joke too far just for the sake of laughing at you.

You weren’t always like this; cynical and mistrusting. Sometimes you let the delusions play out. A microscopic voice inside whispered a hopeful and naive, ‘perhaps it would be a confession.’ You bit down a little on the side of your tongue to keep from making a sound. Someone like him? Surely he had his pick of women. He was so handsome, young, smart, capable, and he came from money. The kind of money that controlled the world.

You were a few of those things, you had your own money, not the world controlling kind but you could take a nice vacation anywhere in the world and even travel first class without batting an eye, and you even had your fair share of suitors. Hell, just this morning the creepy married father of two in your building ogled you in the elevator — gave you the old up and down and a suggestive wink.

And when you got off the bus at work this morning the homeless man across the street who usually shouted nice ass, changed it up and shouted nice tits at you and he was right. Your tits did look nice today. And perhaps the most eligible, most exciting of your suitors, the handsome new barista behind the counter at Starbucks who for three days in a row, had drawn a small sharpie heart after your name on your coffee cup. That could be flirting, right? The tiny little black thing perfectly drawn, as if he’d taken his time with it like he might, with you.

There was a change in Baekhyun’s face. You saw his lips purse outward and he slowly began to exhale the breath he had been holding. His cheeks were still pink but his eyes were open and he cleared his throat and angled his torso toward you a tiny bit.

It was happening, he was ready to apologize for playing silly tricks on you.

He was ready to pull apart that hole inside of your chest with his slippery fingertips and let out the last scattered fragments of your self esteem.

“Miss Manager,” he addressed you, alone in this quiet elevator without anyone else around to care, without his usual nickname for you. His voice held a seriousness that you’d never heard from him before. It made the air inside of this elevator feel stale and stuffy and you looked away from his grave face and his trembling lips.

The first words out of his mouth burned as they hit.

He didn’t call you Noona. He always called you Noona. From the very beginning there was affection and endearment in that word he used to address you by and you had been annoyed by his audacity and the unearned familiarity of that word at first, but the absence of it in this very moment paired with that look on his face and his flat out refusal to meet your eyes had your mind reeling and your skin crawling from the emptiness of it all.

Three more weeks. You had three more weeks, or less if his father decided to pull him sooner.

Maybe it was better this way. Maybe it would hurt less to sever the ties of familiarity now and go back to a strictly professional relationship with your temporary assistant Byun Baekhyun.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened and you inhaled a swift breath to speak.

“If you are going to apologize to me, there is no need. Let’s both just pretend it never happened.” You struck hard and you struck fast and you watched his face just long enough for the realization to hit him. You watched his face just long enough to see the quick blinking in his eyes and the way his jaw muscles clenched down hard.

It was better this way. He wouldn’t get attached to the Noona who didn’t deserve his sweet nicknames and you wouldn’t have to survive being left again. Not that your last several romantic relationships were anything to compare to this functional strictly work relationship but there was a sort of sick satisfaction in you finally being the one to say it first.

‘This is over.’

‘We should end this.’

‘I’m in love with someone else.’

‘She’s pregnant, I’m sorry.’

He was stuck in the elevator again.

“Assistant Byun, are you coming?” You couldn’t help yourself with the overly formal title. Afterall, he started it with that Miss Manager shit inside the elevator and you could feel your emotions getting the better of you as he stood there silently watching you without moving his feet.

You had tasks to finish for the day. You both had so much work to get done.

He wasn’t moving.

“Are you mad at me?” His question was as small as it was childish. This was a professional workplace. Your jaw dropped and your head tilted and you just looked into his eyes for a second. Was this man really asking you this just outside of your office where your entire team worked?

Yes. Yes maybe you were mad at him, but you’d be damned if he knew about it. You closed your eyes and inhaled slowly.

“No,” you lied and he watched your face too closely so you spun around on your heels and walked swiftly back to your office, taking quick steps through the rows of cubicles filled with your team members to reach your office door and you pulled it open, half wondering if he was still stuck back in that stupid elevator. Maybe you could send him a chair and a desk so he could get some work done in there.

Inside of your office was quiet. You had your plants in the corner beside the window that offered a nice view of the city and your desk was covered with stacks of files that needed your attention. You kicked off your shoes and tossed them away. Your blinds were open to the rest of the team’s area and a few minutes after you entered and heard the single click of the door behind closing you telling you that you were completely alone at last.

Then another sound happened.

The door opening again, the door closing again, the sound of a human body inside of this closed office with you. A body who had sprinted across the crowded office full of your entire team, no doubt calling insane amounts of attention to himself in the process and you heard the telltale sounds of that human body behind you, somewhere lower now toward the floor.

To your horror, you spun around quickly to find Baekhyun down on his knees with his head hung low and a look of severe penance on his pretty face. The blinds of your office were open and several curious faces peered around their computer screens, trying to get eyes on whatever was going on in the bosses office right now.

You rushed to the blinds, pulling them closed as quickly as you could, which you realize only makes things look that much worse and would only make those peering faces that much more invested in the drama.

“Baekhyun, get up. People are watching.”

You had to step around him to reach the next window. He was very much in the way.

“Not until you forgive me, Miss Manager.”

There it was again. You angrily yanked the last of the blinds closed and stood in place with a hand on your chest as you willed your emotions to calm down. This was work. It was ridiculous of you to be so upset at his title for you. Hadn’t you been the one insisting a month ago that he call you that?

Behind you, he was still down on the floor and you felt a tiny poke that stung on the back of your heel.

“You have a blister,” his voice whispered quietly before the sounds of his movement signaled that he was moving around the room.

Two hands landed on your shoulders and gave a gentle push. Your legs resisted at first but the push became less gentle and you risked either falling flat on your face or giving in to his pushing.

“Assistant Byun, I assure you, I am more than capable of handling my own blister.”

“Evidently not, Miss Manager, it is already popped and bleeding.”

The pushing turned to steering and his response to you was downright snarky sounding. You found yourself shoved into a side chair in the middle of your office and you landed with a huff, immediately crossing your arms over your chest and offering as hard a glare your eyes could manage.

You glared at the man who was crouched down on the floor in front of your feet and his eyes glared back at you with a matching intensity that took you off guard. Why was he mad? Was he mad just because you were mad? Without his own reason to be mad? How dare he?

He was gripping your foot. You gave the smallest tug, resisting this but his hand wrapped around tighter as he ticked his tongue in annoyance.

“Be still,” he scolded without earning any sort of authority at all. He was leafing through a first aid kit that you had no memory of ever seeing before in your office.

“I told you I could do it myself.” When you snapped back at him, his eyes shot up at you.

“Miss—” as soon as the first word of that stupid formal title left his lips you rolled your eyes hard. You had absolutely no control over it. It just pissed you off to hear coming from his lips. “-Manager,” he finished but his eyes widened marginally at your obvious reaction.

“Miss Manager?” He said again, softer this time with a question in his tone. You set your jaw, tightened your arms over your chest and looked across your office.

“Noona,” he called and your jaw unclenched as you bit down on your upper lip. You could feel warmth creeping up your neck and filling your cheeks and you swallowed away the saliva that pooled under your tongue and you did your absolute best not to look down at him.

“Noona,” he called again and your eyes darted down into his. Your eyebrows rose a few millimeters in response to him and gone was the snarkiness and glare in his eyes as he looked at your face. There was something softer brewing in those eyes that watched you now. You saw the beginnings of a smile on his lips.

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” he said with a lift of a single eyebrow and he looked down at your foot. He was spreading some sort of ointment over the open blister on your foot now that you’d stopped fighting him about it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Baek. I already told you I wasn’t mad.”

“You were so mad, you almost kicked me when I was begging for forgiveness earlier,” he said in a mock serious tone. He was pressing a bandage carefully onto the heel of your foot and you felt afroned by his baseless accusation. His joke. You did no such thing! You felt a small laugh escape your chest and you pushed forward with your foot, the one he was holding in his hand and pushed it lightly against his chest. His balance teetered but he stayed upright and held on tighter to your foot to keep his balance.

“I did not!” You felt the first giggles break free from your chest.

“Look! You just did it again! This is an abuse of power!” He was laughing now, and his hand still hadn’t released your foot even though the first aid care was complete.

The hand holding your foot had wandering fingertips that gently caressed the skin over your Achilles tendon, seemingly smoothing the already smooth bandage there. With his other hand he carefully dropped the pieces of wrapper from the bandage into the trash can beside the chair you occupied. Your eyes followed as his slim fingertips carefully and slowly dropped each tiny piece of trash one at a time into the basket, taking way too long with it. They floated down and landed on top of an empty Starbucks coffee cup with the name Baekhyun written in black sharpie followed by a little hand drawn heart.

Apparently that new Starbucks hussie drew hearts on everyone’s cups.

Just like that you were down another suitor.

“Help me, somebody, anybody. This lady is crazy. She only paints half of her toenails,” he was outright laughing now gesturing to one foot with bright pink polish and the other with completely bare toes. You remembered your failed attempt at a home self care spa day. You’d gotten through a half a bottle of wine and half of your toenails when your work phone rang and you had to abandon your other foot to deal with a work crisis that only you could fix.

It somehow made you feel just a little sad, hearing how hilarious he found you. And knowing he was right about how much of a mess you were — with only a married sleaze and a dirty catcalling street bum offering you any sort of real attention, even if it was the absolute worst kind of attention.

You pulled your foot away. He was done with you now, he could have his laugh all he wanted on his own.

You had work to do.

You resisted the urge to kick him for real and stood up quickly, extracting yourself from his seated body and you made your way toward safety behind your desk where he never dared to step.

Only this time you felt him behind you in an instant with his hands grabbing your arms and shaking with the smallest pout on his lips. His laughter had quit the instant you stood up.

“You’re not still mad at me, right?” He was shaking your arm, pulling you back from behind your desk, where he must have known he wasn’t allowed.

“Right?” He shook your arm again. You knew this tactic. You’d seen it before. He was trying to wear you down by being annoyingly cute and he was really, really good at it.

Your anger had dissipated a while ago. This wasn’t anger you were feeling and you sighed out loud with your expression calm and steady. The anger was long gone. You had reached the final stage — acceptance.

Baekhyun would be leaving soon. You and him, he and you, the two of you like this together, it had an expiration date.

“We should finish our work,” you spoke clearly and plainly and his eyes widened as the shaking of your arm stopped and the pout disappeared.

“All of it, Baek. We should finish everything. And we should do a good job so you can get the most out of the last few weeks you have here… with me.” The last two words came out as a whisper and you had been staring down at the stack of folders on your desk.

Baekhyun was looking at your face. Gone was the cutesy act and the mocking laughter on his voice and his next words pulled your attention up from endless folders of work you still had to do.

“Noona, Can I stay?”

[To be Continued]

Links: Can I Stay? Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

#Baekhyun fic #exo #exo fic #baekhyun #exo baekhyun #girl dinner

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oh-snapperss · 2 years

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7, 13, 18 for the writing aso game? - BYTES :3

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Hours later, when the embers of the fire faintly glow, when Iskall lies on his pallet to gaze up at the cloudless sky, he swears he can hear the faint sound of an instrument playing.

It’s quiet, carried by the wind, but he’s sure it’s Etho, somewhere across the cliff. The music is… he doesn’t know how to describe it. It’s home and it’s unknown, it’s old, somehow familiar, and yet a tune he could never recognize. The wind seems to carry the sounds on wings of air, around the area in a way no echo ever could.

If Iskall didn’t know better, he’d think that the grass stood taller and the trees twisted to follow the tune along its path. He’d also say… the path winds up to the stars, in a whimsical, curving way. As it reaches the stars, Iskall swears they shine brighter and with more life than any star should have had.

The universe is alive, and Iskall realizes he’s blessed to see a single breath of it.

(Somewhere close to the fire, barely illuminated, a single azure bluet grows. It’s not blossomed, but it’s there, new life given by the universe’s song.)

hmm. so this is from a fic i haven't finished--or really even started. it's going to be part of the etho universe concept i introduced in the team canada fic, and it's one of my favorite things i've ever written if only for the fact this is where the concept was born and i'm very very attached to this passage?

idk. it'll make more sense as i write more for it<3

13 is answered, but 18:

Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

HA. AHAHAHHAHA

i vaguely outline some of my fics in the most nonsensical disorganized thing ever and absolutely nothing else. i'll never forget letting mochi and stitch see one of them, i thought they were both going to keel over right there LMAO

40 Questions Ask Game!

#laurie thoughts #bytes #erm. woe etho universe concept be upon ye

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candycryptids · 5 months

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🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food? for Mochiie

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day? for Levraut

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who? for Ishi'li

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people? for Chuusday

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable? for Tuesday

So firstly I’m showering you in flower petals and handing you a party napkin (Pokémon themed) with three cookies on it

🍷[Food Rituals; Mochiie] Mochi’s peeve is food made for the sake of making ‘pretty/aesthetic/art’ food (things like, you get a plate of one bite. He wants food to be filling and nourishing and shareable lmao.) His other peeve is making food spicy just for the sake of it being spicy, disregarding flavor (Zero makes him so nuts. The fact that the smell alone of her preferred curry makes him physically Ill doesn’t help, lmao)

🍻 [Comfort Rituals; Levraut ] depends on if it’s been a STRESSFUL day or a SAD day, lmao. Stressful days, nothing a round of drinks at the drowning wench can’t help fix (and a rowdy brawl, probably; flirting badly with another man’s girl is a great way to catch a stray fist, which leads readily to an intentional fist, which leads to a bucket of ice water and being thrown out for the evening, but as it goes.) Sad days tend to be soothed with three pints and then sitting on the dock and staring at the reflection of the sky (hopefully there’s a moon to look at!) and. Reflecting. Possibly writing down a mess of words for later, to work through what he’s thinking/feeling at the time

🍒 [First Kiss; Ishi’li] Ishi’s first kiss is, I Think with Keathan ( @zombiesockfuckinglovescardfight is that right?) but its for the silliest reasons which is that he wanted to. Have Experience and. He’s been adventuring now for at least a year and hasn’t done ANYTHING like other adventurers beside sleep on the hard ass ground and take down an empire and have a rivalry turned friendship with tension and nonsense with Kizuna (the main WoL) (his first kiss with Kizuna I thiiink doesn’t occur for quite some time after…. Not one they’d both qualify as a First Kiss. I think it’s Late-Shadowbringers….)

🎂 [Contradictory/Surprising Interest/Trait; Chuusday] Chuu’s first impression on people is usually less than hinged woman who will become scarce the moment the situation no longer interest her; I.E. there’s no more allagan/Garlean tech to look at.. her surprising trait would likely be intense love for Carbuncles. Since she disregards most other Organic Creatures (her Chocobo, Friday is cared for by Tuesday or the stablehands, they have a very Professional relationship and it’s tailored towards combat rather than Transport) she’s not even a proper summoner; her skills extend as far as being able to summon a Carbuncle because they’re the ideal creature. No need for food or water and when you’re busy they can be dissipated into the aether… (but you CAN feed them table scraps… most excellent creature) (Talia and Cid might be the only people to KNOW this, though)

🍰 [Unforgivable Action; Tuesday] it’s hard to find the morality line for him the earlier in his lifetime you get. A lot of his lines had to be programmed or Taught through experiences- but by the time Shadowbringers comes around an unforgivable action ends up being an action that violates someone’s Self (G’Raha was on thin ice for a while because of the soul snatching, the thing Lahabrea did to Thancred in ARR would also fall under this but obviously happened before he was alive lol. The way Minfilia’s were trained and made to do one specific thing, the, being a chosen hero shaped into a Hero’s image, it hits a gray area, but Ranjit firmly placed himself in the red zone through his use of force against Ryne… this was an interesting thing to think about 🥰)

[Ask Meme !]

#I am blowing you many kisses mwahmwahmwah #ask game #ffxiv Mochi #ffxiv Levraut #ffxiv Chuu #ffxiv Ishi #ffxiv Tuesday #🥺 Thabk yuuuu #also I hope this isn’t Too Long ?? I try to use readmore when it feels like a dash extender but…

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wat3r-w1tch · 5 years

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AU Time!

I still have yet to name this AU but for now its just gonna be Demon Friend AU until i make a better one. Its basically Where Tango is a demon that has never seen any humans and elves before :0

Prologue is under the cut!

The young demon ran through the library with a bag off to his hip. He quickly paced up and down every aisle until he found the right one. As he ran by he yanked a book off the shelf and kept going. He flipped through the book, finally laying eyes apon the right page. In one fell swoop he ripped the page out and threw the book onto a table nearby. Hopefully he didn’t get into too much trouble for that. I mean, No one else is gonna use it.

He threw himself up against the library door, Running out. As he nearly tripped down the stairs, he headed towards the market place. Still going full speed he raced through the crowd. He threw a coin to the iron stand while snatching a piece on his way. He slowed down as he got closer to the City gates. He went through the alley and got to the city’s wall. Slowly inching himself closer and closer to the guards that protected the gate, his internal clock slowly ticked up till

And with that The guards moved to switch out. With what little window time he had he slipped out of the gate and ran to the forest. He knew very well that he could get in major trouble for this and that if the council hears about this, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. But none of that mattered as the adrenaline kept pumping. The wind flew past him and he ran passed the Big dark oak trees. He pulled out the page and looked it over again. He was still missing one more item.

He looked up and threw his eyes around, hoping to find what he needed. His eyes landed on a pool of water surrounded by gravel. He made a sharp turn as he jumped over a fallen tree and fell to his knees in front of the gravel. He quickly dug through it for a while until he finally managed to pull out a piece of flint. He jumped to his feet and was off again. He ran farther and farther from the city praying he was going in the right direction. He looked around his environment and noticed a stick in the grass. The one he left there. His running came to a stop as he pulled it from the ground. The gatherers don’t come this far. They’ll never find this. He went a little bit farther just to be safe.

He took off the bag and threw it off to the side. As it hit the ground Multiple pieces of obsidian and a broken diamond pickaxe spilled out. He stood there for a while, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. He looked down at the page as his breath went back to normal. He read the page over and over.

According to the book, these portals often lead back to human cities. Which means humans. He’s never seen a human before. As he slowly came to the realization that this was real and happening he quickly got to work. He picked up the ten pieces of obsidian and walked over to the flat grassy area in front of him. He took a quick glance at the page and started placing down the obsidian. After making sure he got it right he looked at it. It felt empty. He pulled out some extra cobblestone he had on him and filled in the corners. That’s better.

He sighed as he looked down at the flint and steel in his hands. What was he gonna do if humans Did come through the portal? He shook his head and turned to the portal. He was doing this. He almost didn’t die in a cave to chicken out. He took a big inhale as he crashed the flint and steel together. He fell backwards at the sudden noise that came from the portal. He sat there in awe as he stared into the swirling purple matter.

…Woah…

#demon friend au #hermitcraft #tangotek #tango tek #impulsesv #zedaph #jkdkjsjdsk first chapter might take awhile #but this is happening i guess!#i hope ya'll like it #smol does art #mochi writes nonsense #ah the keep reading might not work on mobile

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Could you do one where the reader is the lawyer of bonten who’s not really known for having a dating life accidentally mumble’s I want a sugar daddy and they take it out of context when really he just has a sugar tooth.

Side note I live for your work not really a lot of male reader’s that’s on here

Oh that's absolutely lovely thank you, I originally started writing male reader way way back in my teen years because there was so little and i believe everyone deserves to romanticize and fantasize!

Also sugar daddies are really good candy

(Name) sighed as he walked out of his office, empty coffee cup in hand.

These men were giving him grey hairs he swears.

His assistant was off today so he was doing stuff by himself "fucking detectives need to mind their business... I wanna sugar daddy" (name) said, craving a sweet treat after all this nonsense.

He earned it.

"What did he just say..?" Mochi said wide eyed as he looked at (name)s retreating figure, the other men shocked at the lawyers sudden declaration "fucking DIBS!" Koko yelled out, as he ran towards the lawyers office, the other men practically jumping him to get to (name).

If he wanted a sugar daddy, they would give him one!

They practically slammed open his door to see him with... A sugar daddy candy paddle.

"Oh..."

"You guys alright?"

"Yup... Peachy"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader

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mochiswifey · 3 years

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MASTERLIST <MDNI>

FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS OR REQUEST SOMETHING. It will take time but I’ll do it.

Rules are just don't be a rude person and I'll welcome you with open arms.

Now, proceed if you wish to see my Insanity.

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Recent To Oldest Works

LAST UPDATED July 24th 2022

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HEAD CANNONS

{BONTEN X CEO'S DAUGHTER}

{OUT OF PLACE HEAD CANNONS*BONTEN WHEN THEY SEE YOU UPSET}

{When Bonten has a crush on you}

SERIES

MIND GAMES

ARRANGE MARRIAGE

MIKEY SANZU KAKUCHOU KOKONOI

RAN RINDOU TAKEOMI

KANJI *Decide to write his but kept it personal.

ONESHOTS

If Only You Were A Different Person

{Kanji Mochizuki * Naoto Tachibana}

We Fell Out Of Love

{Kakuchou Hitto * Takashi Mitsuya}

For Your Smile

{Imaushi Wakasa}

Post Apocalyptic World

{Taiju Shiba}

At Last

{Taiju Shiba}

Fragments

{Kanji Mochizuki}

Skeletons

{Kanji Mochizuki}

Brother

{Shion Madarame}

Letting him go.

{Taiju Shiba}

As the world caves in

{Mikey}

Black Swan

{Inui Seishu}

The blame is on you pal.

{South}

HOOKED

{RAN HAITANI}

HIM & I

{Kanji Mochizuki}

UGLY PRIVILEGE

{Kanji Mochizuki}

UM? No.

{Taiju Shiba x Assistant}

THAT'S WRONG DUMBASS

{South Terano X Gang Leader}

WE HAD IT ALL

{KANJI MOCHIZUKI X EX-GIRLFRIEND}

OPEN YOUR EYES

{Reader X Comfort Character}

OLDER MEN ARE TASTIER

{Takeomi Akashi}

ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

{MIKEY VS TAKEMITCHI'S SISTER}

TUMBLED

{Rindou X Ex wife}

HOW I CONFESSED TO YOUR MOTHER

{KAZUTORA X CHILDHOOD FRIEND}

CHASING THE GAMBLER

{Kokonoi Hajime X Gambler}

DUELES TAN BIEN :You Hurt Me So Good

{South Terano}

PRODIGIES

{Kisaki Tetta}

¥DISCUSSIONS*THOUGHTS*SPOILERS*LEAKS¥ 260 bruh 259 259 Benkei's bitch ass 258 Taiju

256

255

252 GAY POWER

252

251

250

249

248

248 Leaks

247 1 2 3 4

247 leaks

246 Leaks * Crack

245 SPOILER

244 THOUGHTS

244 SPOILER & THOUGHTS 2

243 THOUGHTS 2 3 4

243 SPOILER

241 THOUGHT242 SPOILER & THOUGHTS

241 LEAKS

WHAAAAAAAAT?! RANDOM THINGS.

Tokyo Rev Goodies

Sanzu vs Patrick

Tr Cover Volume 28

Tr bois

Sanzu Stop

TVD X TR

Savior Taiju

KOKO’S TONGUE

Songs Daddies Owns

RAN X TAKACHAN

Takemitchi X Mikey

RAN&RIN COLORED

COLORED HARU

MOCHI BUT JARED LETO'S JOKER

DOUBLE M

I'M F UP

CHIFUYU & MOCHI'S ARE BFF GOALS

MIKEY X RICK'S TOILET POOPER

PRETTY BOY MOCHI COLORED

TOO YOUNG FOR THIS

SHIBA BROTHERS

TAKEOMI X MARVEL

WHAT IF MOCHI......

CRACK

My baby boo 💕

SIBLINGS?

TOKYOREV NONSENSE

FALLING IN LOVE

TOKYO REV CRACK (SANZU)

TOKYO REV CHARACTERS’ EVOLUTION

OG’S

SUPER-BOWL

EVOLUTION OF RINDOU

TOKYO REV CRACK (KISAKI SLANDER)

HAKKAI & TAIJU GOODIES

Taiju vs Koko’Inupi

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fic-dumpster · 3 years

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pls you absolutely know that the boys have threatened every group project partner that doe's brought around the house so they could literally just finish their assignment in peace. they def tried to make this mans finish the project on his own but doe got mad because she also wanted to pass on her own >:( so they let her but they're most definitely watching right outside the door with a plate of fruit so they have any excuse to interrupt

😂😂 I cant help but think of a creepy smiling Sanzu with chopped fruits on a plate behind the door and probably Rindou’s head pops from one side and the rest “casually” appear. Omg, yes 😂🤸🏻‍♂️💕!! But :c I don’t think they would let Doe have someone else in their shared room tho. So probably in a different place. An open place(?) omg hold on hold on! AHHHHHH I wanna write smth :c

Bonten’s “I’m just a civilian” starter pack

Bonten x Reader | DIHU

Warnings: slight violence, a bit of jealousy, stalking, nonsense, Humor, crackfic,

“I have the target visualized,” said a pink-haired man with a green cap and sunglasses on, “Koko, Do you copy?”

“The hell do you mean by do you copy? He's right there, dumbass,” whispered Kakucho, who sat next to Sanzu.

“Sanzu, don't say his name; what part of undercover you don't understand,” Rindou spoke through his earpiece.

“Both of you just did the same thing, shut up,” Ran intervened, “and why earpieces? We could have texted each other.”

“Quiet! I can hear everyone murmuring from here,” Kokonoi almost screamed in his earpiece.

All bonten members are currently sitting at different tables in a small cafeteria surrounding their target. Kakucho and Sanzu sat at a table near the establishment's entrance; Kokonoi and Takeomi occupied one near the back; Ran and Mochi were positioned north, next to the bathroom; and finally, Rindou and Mikey sitting on stools at the counter.

You’ve been focused on your task at hand that you didn't notice the men surrounding your table. But the two classmates that were working on the project with you did. They noticed how the suspicious individuals glanced in their direction very often, and all of them wore sunglasses and caps of the same brand, which was a dead giveaway that they were, in fact, together.

While you typed on your laptop, your two classmates began to get uncomfortable from the constant silent pressure around them, and above all, they worried about your safety. What if those men were kidnappers? Molesters?

“Y/N, hey,” one of your classmates murmured. You shot your head up, concerned due to his tone of voice. “I think it's better if we finish here for today, and we can walk you home.”

“Oh? What? No!” you almost jumped from your seat, “We still have so much to do! You said you both had the day off? Did something happen?” you doubted you would ever have so much time for a project ever again, knowing how your... somewhat boyfriends tend to behave. To be honest, you were surprised when they let you go alone.

“Kind of,” the other classmate responded, side glancing to the purple-haired individual that had slightly turned around on his stool.

Imitating the action of your classmate, you also looked around and noticed that the once empty cafeteria was now almost full. You saw how eight men casually diverted their faces from your direction. And by casually, you meant to say in an extremely obvious manner.

“They did not just-” you facepalmed yourself as a tired groan left your lips. As you looked again, you saw Ran and Rindou’s exuberant tattoos coming out from under their t-shirts. They weren't even trying to hide them. “You know what, I think you are right; we should continue some other day.”

Both males nodded and began tidying up their scattered stuff.

Meanwhile, the normal civilians...

“I think Y/N saw us,” spoke Sanzu through the earpiece.

“Oh? Really? I couldn't tell with how she turned around and inspected each and every one of us,” Takeomi responded, grumpy due to the lack of nicotine in his system.

Rindou wheezed at the exchange between the Aakashi brothers, almost making Mikey chock on his affogato—vanilla ice cream and espresso dripped from the smaller man’s chin. Just when Mikey was about to retaliate against the younger haitani, your scream startled everyone.

One of your classmates accidentally dropped his drink on you; luckily, it was almost empty, but some drops fell on your chest area. Amid the panic, your classmate took some napkins from the table and, without thinking, approached the affected zone.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the wrist coming your way. Your eyes followed the source, and none other than Ran Haitani stood next to you, cursing under your breath; you suspected what kind of expression lay behind the sunglasses. You saw your classmate flinch, and Ran’s knuckles turned white from the pressure he applied to his grip.

“I suggest you reconsider where you’ll put those napkins on,” Kakucho’s voice came from behind you, and it wasn't long before you felt his chest on your back.

“I- I- ‘m so- so- s- rry! Sir!”

“Ran, please, let him go,” you sighed. The two other looming shadows didn't pass unnoticed by you. Of course, Rindou would drag Sanzu to the intimidation game.

It took you almost 20 minutes to convince them to let your classmates go. You had to pull Ran away, he had brought his batton and you panicked. It was hell. At one point, you stood in front of your classmates, attempting to defend them, and then, Sanzu freaked out, saying something about how they could peek at your butt. He fastly pulled you back. They were just being petty.

As soon as your group partners left, you hit their biceps with your palm. Not your best decision since after five hits, it stung your palm more than it hurt them.

“At least pretend I did some damage!” You exclaimed, and a chorus of fake howls and cries followed your words, “Wait, where is Koko and Mochi?” You looked around, and through the window, you saw the long-haired man handing wads of bills to your classmates while Mochi stood beside them. Was he... Where they... No... Oh, no.

“No, y/n, they’re doing business,” you were about to storm off when Kakucho held you from going after Kokonoi—arms wrapped around your figure.

Just then, you realized something as you saw Takeomi fix his cap, “What are you all wearing?” You even glanced at Mikey, who was ordering another dessert. He also wore the same sunglasses and cap but in a bluish color.

“Isn’t it obvious? Our civilian disguise,” as if they could pass as ordinary people when they were together, you scoffed at Rindou’s words.

“Yeah, we even bought hoodies, but we decided not to use them. It's hot today,” Sanzu added.

You didn't know if you should cry or laugh at the effort they put. “Who told you all that civilians dress like that?” you chuckled.

“I saw it in a movie,” Mikey appeared with a wobbly cheesecake in hand.

“You what?” Everyone, including you, asked, baffled by that revelation.

#omificstags #omi.dih #omi.answers #uwubby 1 #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #humor #tokyorev #akashi takeomi #sanzu haruchiyo #kakucho hitto #ran haitani #kokonoi hajime #rindou Haitani #sano mikey Manjiro #mochizuki kanji

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likeadragonfruit · 2 years

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What is your take on what an Azula comic should include? If you wrote it, what would it include?

Ooo! Good ask, mysterious anon, good ask!

I believe this was either the first or second ask from that batch you sent me. And while I’m answering it last, it’s certainly not the least of them.

Part of what took so long, aside from a detour to wrestling with writing Azula week pieces, is I wanted to answer this ask just right. (And that only accounts for a week.) The rest of it is hesitation. Because I know I’m not the smartest or most insightful Azula fan, but I still wanted to try to give a solid answer. But perfectionism is the enemy of progress (Or something like that.)

Anyway, an Azula comic, a truly Azula-centric comic. What should one include? Hmm…

No ableism or misogyny

Okay, that sounds so basic that it shouldn’t need to be mentioned. And yet…

But yeah, if we’re going to lean into the concept of Azula having mental illness, do it right. And do I have say more on no misogyny? However, these are exclusions, not inclusions.

Insight into her character

Azula is a character that even in the show we usually didn’t get much overt insight into. Or rather, her onscreen actions would usually be contradicted by the show’s narrative framing.

But Azula centric content is a great chance to rectify that! I mean, it’s not even fully Azula centric, but “The Beach” actually gave us a fair bit in a short period of time.

Nuance

Again, sounds obvious but…

Nuance is vital, because it’s not about using an Azula centric frame to whitewash her, but to bring into relief her character outside of a narrative that not merely accentuated the negative, but exaggerated it (“capture by Azula is a fate worse than execution!” When capture by Azula means a prison cell, but not slow painful torture to death. As just an example.)

Portrayals that aren’t just dead serious

Azula is a character with plenty of opportunities for a certain brand of comedy and absurdity. As an example, the older comic “Going Home” showed a contrast with Azula getting the Dai Li to set up a date for Mai and Zuko. And like, that’s just the wonderful absurdity of the conqueror of a city at 14, with her own secret police force… and that’s something she’ll use them for 😂

Or the “Ember Island Arcade” comic, with a competition between Zuko and Azula in an arcade game.

I’m not saying the whole has to hit that tone exclusively, but an Azula story shouldn’t be afraid to have fun at some points either. It need not be a dead serious affair the whole way through.

A glorious cape

What? She looks good in a cape! I don’t see how it could hurt.

Ahem, anyway now onto

If I wrote it

As for if I wrote it, that’s a challenging one. Assuming we’re going by the standards of the existing ATLA comics, so a single comic is about 70-something pages, I’m not sure I have the skill in comic planning to map out a good outline for a story that size. It’s simultaneously a lot to plan out, but less room in which to tell a story than you’d think. (I might be thinking more literally or in detail than the question means, but that’s something I keep coming back to.)

Then my bigger problem is under what circumstances. If I have to work with what’s already been written in the comics…

In that case, I would aim for something that firmly centers Azula, focuses on a combination of her current mindset and her view of her past. With the caveat of retconning the ever-loving fuck out of some details. Mainly, tossing the “Azula terrorized Mai by stealing mochi” nonsense from Smoke and Shadow. (I want to retcon out the general “Azula is the biggest problem in Mai and Ty Lee’s lives” as well, but you have to approach some of these things with a scalpel, not a chainsaw, sadly.) I love the dangerous ladies and would love from them to reconcile. But I think even more than that personal desire, it’s better to root the issues and grievances on all sides in, you know, not garbage ideas.

If given more free reign, you know, starting from scratch from the show’s finale. I might not be good enough to nail down exactly where I’d want to start with a first outing, could think of a rough idea where I’d want to go.

The thing is Azula in the postwar era is in an interesting position. She’s a character who was lawful and loyal to a warmongering empire. For her, just as much, if not more so in some ways than others in the Fire Nation, her world flipped itself on its head. From there, we have a question Azula would have to resolve: what do you do when the set of laws and norms you used to follow are no more? And not only are they no more, but their ending was morally right and justified? (To say nothing of her interpersonal relationships, though this journey could also be a vehicle to address the state of those as well.)

Not only does this open up possibilities to explore the idea with Azula herself, but to contrast with most other Fire Nation characters who would have to contend with something similar. She, after all, is also contending with having followed her emperor and culture into imperialist war. The only difference for her being that her emperor was also her father who saw no issue sending her into battle (which if “The Beach” is any indication is not the norm for someone as young as her.)

(There’s definitely the possibility of falling into bitter-enderism. But also other options to be explored as well. Versions of unlearning imperialism, for example, which is pretty big for being able to exist in a post-imperial era without yearning for bringing back the empire. Seeing new things, looking for new ways to define herself outside everything she’s known for all of the 14 years she’s lived so far.)

#answered asks #mysterious anon #azula #what if dragonfruit wrote a comic #specifically an Azula comic #I won’t pretend it’s easy #if it seems I didn’t focus too much on the relationships with existing characters #it’s because while I defined would want improvement or reconciliation #I don’t want to make that the sole or main focus of the journey #hope this long overdue answer wasn’t too anticlimatic

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inkdemonapologist · 3 years

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[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

nEW SESSION (summary here!), where there’s been an unexpected development to the music issue and its time to [checks my notes] taLK TO THE PROPHET AND BREAK INTO SUSIE’S APARTMENT??? Also, the Prophet and Joey have made.... a truce(???), Prophet is concerned Sammy isn’t going to stay on task now that music is returning and has left him a sort of alarming note, and Jack is uh, trying to hold, too many things, maybe some things he shouldn’t be holding, Jack please put those things back,

anyway heres a stack of out-of-context quotes from our session under the readmore:

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] My favourite thing is, there are so many reasons that Henry could've avoided things that I have no idea WHY Henry isn't affected. [Jack] Like, is he not affected because his art isn't a performance? Is he not affected because he warded his house? Is he not affected because he'S FILLED WITH GLOWING BLOOD?!?

[Jack] He got as far as feeding his cat, and I feel like feeding cat isn't a performance-- [Sammy] Not usually, not unless you sing a song to your cat, which-- [Jack] Awww! [Sammy] -- which, now that I've said that, sounds like something Jack would do actually,

[Sammy] Ohhhh, that's right, Joey just heard some people play some bad notes and start panicking, and then he stood up and passed out, [Jack] Which is probably how Sammy feels every time he hears people mess up music!

[GM] He finds news on the radio, but they’re not talking about that right now. [Joey] What are they talking about? [GM] Something mundane; business or sports or something. [Jack] The, the sportsball team, got a…..uh….. a, a point. Congratulations, sportsball,

[Joey] If the sportscasters sound normal, then Joey is instantly VERY ANGRY.

[Henry] Henry’s not very musically inclined, but he knows some songs, [Sammy] Like, can you hum Twinkle Twinkle Little Star -- [Jack] “Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”

[Jack] Jack has made a vague list of the kinds of people who seem to be affected. [Jack] There’s also “NOT HENRY?????” with a bunch of question marks in this list.

[GM] He’s told that Peter is out of town for a week. [Jack] Hmm. [Sammy] PETER WHERE ARE YOU GOING? [Jack] Hmmmmmm. [Sammy] Jack, is Peter coming here, to check on you, [Jack] HMMMMMMMMMMMMM,

[Sammy] *exasperated* NPCs Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Challenge [Henry] Stop Getting Involved In The Occult Or Draw 25

[Joey] Peter had never seen a Bendy cartoon, and this needed to be fixed. [Joey] The premier is this weekend, and he sent tickets to Pete to correct this, error, in his ways. [Jack] ...I think it is very slowly dawning on Jack, that this means that Pete has been pulled directly into yet another… supernatural nonsense... [Sammy] WE DIDNT DO THIS ONE!!

[Sammy] I CAN’T BELIEVE PHONES ARE THE ANTAGONIST OF THIS ADVENTURE

[Henry] Oh wait--! oh, no, nevermind, I forgot he and Allison probably aren’t together yet. [Sammy] Yeah, I think they just met; they had a meet-cute where they found out they both like Frankenstein and that’s it. [Jack] They actually got married today, since nothing else was happening at the Studio, [Sammy] That’s why Allison hasn’t shown up, she was busy getting married!

[GM] Bendy might’ve been keeping tabs on Henry, but it depends I guess on how distressed Joey is seeming. [Joey] Joey is probably just going to bury his sorrow in studying magic. [GM] Okay! That’s fine and normal Joey behaviour!

[Sammy] Sammy will note that nothing got done in the music department, because he has good priorities.

[Jack] I like the idea that it’s just like, when the teacher isn’t in, and nobody does the work the substitute teacher gave you, [Jack] Everyone’s just playing pokemon in the back, [GM] I thought you were going to say “poker,” but I like the way you ended the sentence better.

[Jack] HMMMMMM. I wonder if we know, any suspicious women, who were around on that specific day, who are known to have, skill and interest in magical things, [Joey] And also were aware of the cutouts, [Sammy] *cheerfully* Yeah, weird! Anyway!!!!

[Jack] Sammy was acting weird about Allison. Far too agreeable for a Sammy!

[Sammy] *talking about Prophet* If you want to lock him in somewhere, or restrain him, I’ll cooperate. [Jack] Just handcuff him to Jack! [Sammy] SAMMY IS UNEASY WITH THAT PLAN, [Jack] *laughing* What could go wrong! It’s not like Jack is significantly less strong or anything!!

[Jack] Not everyone makes up their entire self, Joey!!! (Affectionate)!!

[Sammy] I give my word, my sheep! [Henry] How good is your word? [Sammy] I mean. It’s pretty good.

[Henry] Henry’s trying to decide if it would be rude to doodle during this very serious conversation. [Jack] I mean, Jack is taking notes, so I feel like-- [Joey] --you can get away with fake note-ing. [GM] No one will know! [GM] Well, Bendy will know, because he’s up high. [GM] Ceiling Bendy

[Sammy] He’s not gonna give you a grade afterwards, like, this isn’t a lecture, [Jack] Time for Prophet Pop Quiz!

[GM] What’s Prophet writing? [Sammy] Um, I gotta think about this... [Jack] “Dear Frightened Shepherd, that Allison person sure is nice, isn’t she?” [GM] “What’s up with everyone ragging on her?” [Joey] “I think I have finally found a way to bridge the gap between us!” [Jack] “I think you need to replace your sheep, they seem kind of suspicious for no reason,” [Jack] “To Do List: Get Better Sheep”

[Sammy] Does this feel like something that’s trying to take his focus, like, very compelling creative ideas? [GM] Yes. [Sammy] ...Prophet will write “don’t get distracted” five more times.

[GM] His mind is abuzz with thoughts of dancing and actoring, [GM] Ideas to be the best Joey ever! [Jack] Oh no.

[Joey] He will wave at the cutout and make a “come here” motion. [Joey] Though also, he’s looking at the cutout like, I’m not quite sure how this works, but I’m going to trust you that it works! So I’m going to do this and see if Bendy shows up! [Jack] Like someone trying to learn how to do phone video calls for the first time, [Joey] YES. Joey’s actually like really close to the cutout, and the motions -- you can make them out, but it’s really awkward,

[Sammy] They’re in no danger. I will take care of the Shepherd’s sheep. [Jack] ...JACK’S BEEN DOWNGRADED!! He’s no longer PROPHET’S sheep!

[Joey] I like how everything Prophet says really just feels like, Knife Cat face.

[GM] You could probably make a Mythos roll to figure it out. [Joey] *rolls* Oh! Extreme success! [GM] Joey’s back!

[GM] Bendy will lead Joey back to the room, where hopefully there are three alive, non-fighting boys!

[Jack] Part of me was like, “What if Jack DOES turn into a cat…?! It’d be pretty hard to write things!” [GM] *laughs* We’ll keep that in our back pocket, in case Jack ever fails a Mythos check. [Jack] Meowthos check…

[Henry] I’m going to have Henry look, look with his Special Eyes.

[Sammy] *failing a roll* Prophet is just, NOT on the ball today, in any way shape or form. [GM] Really hard not to think about music. : ) [Sammy] Ohhhhhh boy, [Jack] Prophet just writes a note to Sammy that says “HOW do you LIVE like this???”

[Henry] Henry’s gonna try to scribble what he remembers of the symbol! [Sammy] Didn’t we learn, from the last scenario, about reproducing weird symbols, [Henry] No.

[Joey] Did Joey get burnt? [GM] Make a dexterity roll! : ) [Henry] *mumbling* Y’all this entire building is made of wood. *Joey fails* [GM] 1 point of damage, you singe your hand -- on the plus side, you kind of were holding it as it burned up, so it doesn’t fall on the wooden floor. [Sammy] OH GOOD, we’re not LOCKED IN A CLOSET that’s about to burn down? GREAT!

[Joey] We could head over to the infirmary -- [Jack] Jack is already pulling the burn ointment out of his bag. [Jack] He’s prepared this time! [Jack] He’s been practicing, he knows what you’re all like,

[Joey] Joey will give him a smile that’s most recognisable as the “I know you will do good!” smile. [Sammy] Prophet will also smile! It is not a friendly smile. [Jack] It’s a “smile” in quotation marks, but it’s like, baring your teeth as an act of aggression.

[Jack] Jack lets him go to do the call, but just before he picks up the phone, he says, “Don’t call him Petey.”

[GM] The phone rings, and is not answered. [Joey] Okay! Joey hangs up, says Peter checked into his room, but is not answering. Most likely asleep. [Jack] Half of my brain is going, “what if he’s just stood outside Jack’s house?” The other half of my brain is concerned about manias. I hope he’s not decided that now is a really great time to do more writing, and now he can’t stop, and this could go wrong-- [Jack] This is what Jack’s mind is doing, thinking of all the terrible possibilities. [Joey] While humming. [Jack] ...yes. He’s writing some very troubling lyrics.

[Sammy] *talking about Jack’s compulsive humming* Like Cornifer, [Jack] *starts humming Cornifer’s theme* Dangit, now it’s in my head, why would you do this to me? [Sammy] It’s in character! [Sammy] Method acting. : )

[Joey] Joey’s going to grab supplies to make sure Bendy can… hang around with them! [Joey] Sleepover supplies! Let’s grab your sleepover bag! :D

[Sammy] I don’t know why the idea of a wild Bendy running around across the rooftops is so cute to me… [GM] Probably on all fours, [Jack] Scampering,

[Jack] It’s a good thing Henry’s around because I don’t think Jack can… carry??? An entire Sammy??? [Jack] Like he’s good at holding but he’s not strong at holding.

[Joey] We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours… [Joey] WAIT. We’ve all been acting terrible for the last 24 hours!!!

[GM] Bendy hides under a blanket or something. [Jack] Comfey… [GM] Cozy boy, [Joey] Bendyrito. [Sammy] BENDYRITO,…….. [GM] Rolled up… snug...

[GM] Is everybody coming into the apartment, or just the two? [Jack] Hmmm….. Jack isn’t fond of either of these options. Going in is suspicious and weird; staying outside makes it look even more like they’re breaking in, to steal things, as opposed to, y’know, breaking in, for,,, “good” reasons(???) [Sammy] We’re not breaking in, we’re just walking into this apartment! What’s so weird about that?! [Jack] That’s breaking in. That’s what breaking in is, Sammy. [Sammy] They don’t have to know that we don’t belong here, maybe Susie gave us a key! [Jack] ...they heard us knocking. [Sammy] [Sammy] We’re BEING POLITE!! SHUT UP!!

[Henry] Jack, did you pick up kleptomania.. [Joey] I thought Jack picked up Being Prepared! [Jack] H-he’s just hoarding a little bit!! It’s fine!!! It’s very, useful, see, already Joey got injured!! It was useful to bring lots of things with him okay!!!!!!!!!

[GM] They do not have the police called on them, so that’s nice. [Sammy] Oh good! [Jack] Thank GOODNESS. [Henry] Love when that happens! [GM] If you guys got arrested, the Lurker’s just out in the car all night, [Henry] oh NO, [Jack] Worse punishment than jail… [Joey] Lurker learns how to drive for fun. [GM] *laughs* Gets curious, [Joey] “I said I wouldn’t leave the car, but--”

[Joey] WAIT. There’s a very important factor that we just decided but didn’t say. [GM] Oh? [Joey] If we have Henry heading home, and everyone else sleep over at Jack’s…. [Joey] ...the Lurker finally gets to meet a cat. *everyone gasps* [Jack] Oh that’s SO important

[Henry] And Henry will probably look at these, while in the car, to make sure they don’t have any gold writing on them-- [Sammy] Isn’t Henry driving??? [Henry] ……Henry is not going to look at them in the car,

[Sammy] We’re all going to bed, Sammy, you don’t need a banjo to sleep! [Joey] You might sleep worse if you have a banjo, actually. You might not stop.

[Sammy] Jack you wanna join us? We’re gonna just jam all night! [Jack] It really is Jammy… [Sammy] *laughs* TRUE Jammy!! Real Jammy Hours… [GM] That makes it a pyJAMa party… a real jammy jam…

#call of cthulu: haunted hijinx #sammy lawrence #Jack Fain #joey drew #Henry Stein #Bendy the Lurker #when in doubt just keep drawing #cthulhu game quotes #everyone except henry got a new insanity and we're doing... fine!

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