#obviously we play as our OCs. yes

[chewydy]

getting back into dragon age so i drew my hawke (+ fenris) to celebrate .... hooray

[starlighttsv]

Senior night - p.b

Sum: Kaleigha is one of Paige’s little sisters, and Kaleigha got told that her older sister wouldn’t be able to make it to her basketball senior night

Warnings: bad grammar, bad punctuation

Pair: Paige x Sister!Oc

Wc: 2.4k

Todays my senior night. This is almost the end to my high school basketball years and I'm gonna start my college basketball career in the blink of an eye. I don't know if I'm ready for that but a reassuring reminder is that I'll get to play a season with my older sister before she goes off to the wnba, as she told me she's gonna stay for a 5th year.

Dad said that paige wouldn't be able to make it to my senior night cause obviously she's in Connecticut and has a game in two days and we are all in Maryland, which is sad i would really like for her to be here but I understand. Hopefully I'll be able to call her before my game, the game that actually starts in about 1 hour. Me and the 3 other seniors decided to get to the school 2 hours before the time we're supposed to be there which is 1 hour before the game, because we wanted time to take in our last home game, and to get ready all together for the last time at home. As we always got ready together at my house since freshman year, This time where gonna finally get ready in the locker room.

"Lei, how many braids do you want?" My friend and teammate Olivia asks, as she is the team hairstylist. "Two braids going into a bun please"

"Like your sisters game day hair?" She asks making sure it's gonna be exactly what I asked for. "Yes please" she nods and then starts separating my two front parts for the braids. While she's doing that Cam and Emily are filming TikTok's, as they're also waiting for their hair to be done.

After about 10 minutes Olivia is done with my hair and starts doing Emily's next, I take a seat on the bench and start getting changed into my uniform. As we were all waiting for the time to get closer to the game to get dressed, and all are teammates should be coming in soon.

After I'm dressed and have my shoes, and knee pads on, I go on my phone and start making one or two more TikTok's. The rest of the girls are slowly making their way in, right now we are missing 3 girls. 

I did text Paige and ask if she was busy but she hasn't replied back yet, so I'm gonna assume she is. Maybe I'll talk to her after the game?

After all the girls get here, they are all getting dressed, getting their hair done, and a lot are filming TikTok's, coach is already here and is making sure everything is ready for senior night.

It's about 15 minutes after I texted Paige when my phone finally buzzes, making me immediately grab it and check my messages

Are you busy?

I'm free right now. What's up?

You excited for senior night?

I just miss you, and was

hoping we could talk before

the game.  Dad said you

weren't gonna be able to

make it.

                              

                      Ehh more scared then excited.

Don't be scared. Growing up

is scary - yes, but you can't

let it get into your head.

Just think, once you get through

these last few months of school

you get to travel with me AND

get to play basketball with me.

College is scary at first but you

have me, you have Azzi, you have

the whole team behind you,

cheering and supporting you.

Your gonna do great in the rest

of your high school games and in

college, I have no doubt

about that.

Even if I can't make it I'm still

gonna be watching and supporting

you always. I had to leave the dorm

for a little bit but Azzi just sent me

a picture of all the girls cozied up in

the team lounge, waiting for the game

to start. Dad sent a link to a person

that's streaming it, so we're making

a whole night out of it. There's

blankets,snacks, pizza we're all

ready to cheer you on lei. You're

gonna do great. I believe in you.

I love you P.

And I love you.

Make me proud out there #13

I will.

Will you tell the girls

I love them too?

Always. I'm gonna let

you go now, as warmups

should be starting soon.

We can't wait to cheer you

on.

Alright. I'll hopefully

see you soon. I love you 💟

Sooner than you think

I love you more. 💟

I put my phone down letting out a sigh of relief, talking to Paige really helped me feel not so sad about this game, and helped clear my head. I'm gonna win this game. We're gonna win this game.

"Alright ladies," Coach starts, walking into the locker room "I know at least 4 of you are in your head, for obvious reasons. This is not the end just yet, so don't think of this as the end. We still have 3 away games and the championship because WE WILL make it there. Kaleigha, Olivia, Emily, Cameron today is about you - yes, but that's after this game. Right now we all need to treat this game, like it's a regular home game. Got it? We go out with one more bang." Coach finishes trying to comfort the seniors while also making sure everyones on the same page about winning. "alright guys, let's get on the court and show them who runs this court!!" Coach yells, making everyone get hype and we eventually do our team cheer and run out to the court.

We are now at half time 34 - 40 us, we are all hype as we're in the lead but we know the rival team can take it at any point. That's why coach is giving us input and new plays to do.

I've had a few bad moments during the game because of me getting in my head, but I quickly cleared it remembering paige and the girls are still watching even if they're not here. I never look in the crowd during games because I don't want to be distracted, my focus is on the court, the ball, the players, and the play's at all times during games.

But I have heard my family and the fudds cheering me on so I know they are here, which I'm obviously happy about.

Reaching the end of the game it's a close one, 79 - 80 us with 3 minutes left in the game. It's been going back and forth all game - rival would score then we would score. It's alot, but it's been a great game. Coach decided to bring Lainey out and put me back in, as he had me out for a rest break. Now it's me, Olivia, Emily, Cameron, and a freshie named Taylor on the court.

We kept going with our plays, I was guarding #10 with 40 seconds left, but she got around me somehow and scored which left the total at 89-88, she wasn't gonna score again I'm not letting her. With 10 seconds left Cameron passed me the ball when my guard was on Emily, with me shooting a buzzer beater 89-91

We won!

We did it! We won!

We all started cheering and celebrating with each other, all happy and smiling while the other team is doing the walk of shame back to their bench. Eventually we do have to shake hands with the other team, so we line up to do that and both teams make there way to their respective locker rooms.

The other team is packing up to leave, but us-mainly just the 4 seniors are just cleaning up for senior night pictures and such. Once we're done - our other teammates walk into the gym first taking a seat where they aren't in the way, then us 4 seniors get in line with our families outside the gymnasium

I'm standing with my dad Bob, My mom Moe, and my brothers Randy and Drew. The Fudds are staying where they were seated and are taking pictures for us.

We are all talking and laughing while waiting for my name to be called, but I'm next and last so we walk up to the door, starting to walk to the middle of the gym where a teammate is holding #13 balloons and another is holding a basket full of stuff, as soon as the speaker starts announcing me "Number 13, Kaleigha Bueckers. Committed to University of Connecticut. Escorted by her parents Bob and Moe, and her brothers Randy and Drew" once we reached the middle of the floor and took one picture the announcer says "she is also escorted by her older sister, paige" making me look around confused and then I see Paige walking towards us from behind, carrying a wooden basket that is decorated with my schools color balloons and basketball balloons, my name is on the front of the basket, and the basket is completely filled with stuff.

When I see her i immediately hand the flower bouquet that I was carrying to my dad and run over to her, she only has enough time to set the basket down before I'm jumping into her arms. She immediately wraps her arms around me, my arms around her shoulders and my legs wrapped around her waist. She has her arms wrapped around the middle of my back.

"Are you crying right now?" Paige says chuckling while she can feel her shirt getting wet from my tears "shut up I missed you" I whine out making her laugh more, but wrap her arms around me tighter "I missed you too, lei. You did great today, just like I knew you would. And that turn around move you pulled was amazing." I just hugged her tighter as a thank you, because talking right now was not an option for me.

Once I stopped crying I jumped back down, and wiped my face from the tears "how are you here? Dad said you weren't coming and that you have a game in 2 days" "I told dad to lie. He knew I was gonna be here, you should've too. No way I'm gonna miss my little sister's senior night, you know that." Paige starts making me chuckle cause she's right, she's the biggest supporter for her family she would always find a way to be at an event that's special to someone she loves. "And I do have a game in a few days, I'll make it back in time. You're more important." Instead of responding I just hugged her again, making her wrap her arms around my shoulders

"Alright you two ready to get your picture taken with the family?" The photographer asks making me and Paige pull away and nod our heads. Paige grabs the basket again and hands it to you "I believe this is for you." "Thank you" I say while looking into the basket and then give her a side hug. We both walk back to our family with them all giving her small hugs, and I sat the basket down on the other side of Drew. After they all greeted paige, we quickly got into position where we are all gonna be seen in the photo.

After doing the normal senior night things, we had to start packing up. My school did the welcome table for each senior, meaning there was a table for each senior with childhood photos, pictures with friends ect.. all on a poster board, then there was a area to put gifts for each senior along with letters and obviously merch from our own committed colleges. So we had to undo all of that and fit it into a car that's already holding 5 people, if you guessed it didn't work out you would be correct.

We split the stuff and put all the big stuff in Paige's rental, and then I decided I was also gonna go with her as we are all going to the same place.

"Lei what do you want for dinner? It's a special occasion so you can pick anything." Mom says "umm pizza and movie night?"

"Alright we can do that, I'll call to make an order and pick it up, then we will be home." Dad says "Well if we're gonna do movie night, we're gonna go to target and get some snacks. You want anything specific?" Paige says

"Sour patch kids and Gatorade" Drew says while dad,mom, and randy shake their head saying they don't care what we get. Paige acknowledges what Drew said and then we all get into the designated cars, splitting up.

Once we get home the others aren't here yet so we take responsibility into setting up the living room for movie night. While Paige pulls out the couch part to make it bigger, I start setting up the snacks on the living room table.

Eventually everyone's here and we all agreed on a comedy movie. The rest of the night was full of laughter, snacks, and family time.

A lesson learned today is that Paige will always find a way to support her family - in person or not. And I can't wait to travel with her during summer and get to play a basketball season with her. She's the greatest big sister you could ever have.

🫶: I have no idea how to write basketball so I deleted everything that was on the Wattpad version bc I’m not trying to embarrass myself on here. I’m also trying to improve my writing I promise - it will (hopefully) get better 🤞

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Back on my: Holotuber Jedi Youngling - OC Thoughts >.>

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You think folks debate at first? Shtick or Real Thing? Like? No... no WAY could that be one of those Mysterious Mystic Space Cult Kids. No WAY. They would NEVER let their kid be unsupervised on the Net.

But like... (and since I'm a She, gonna use She, but realistically could be any pronouns here) she LOOKS like she's recording from a...? Is that a closet? This one looks like a vent. THIS video is definitely some sort of maintenance area. So she's definitely sneaking...

Ooooh! Thaaaat's a Jedi! REAL FUCKING JEDI. Just dropped down silently behind her. Arms crossed. Mouse droids be snitching. BUSTED.

:T

"Uuuuuuh, h-heeey, Master Uvalii. Fancy seeing YOU here!"

"Yes. Quite interesting isn't it? Since you should not be able to access this area at all, much less to achieve holonet access. Of which we are both aware you are expressly Forbidden To DO unsupervised."

".........I can explain?"

"Please. Do."

*feed ends, chat goes fucking NUTS*

Like? Oh SHIT. Baby Jedi in troooouble. But also? Oh no! What's gonna happen?! Are they gonna be okay?! S-should they TELL somebody? What do Jedi do to kids who disobey them? Does anyone actually KNOW? What DO any of us know about them!? Someone find their Com Code! MA! MA, I need you to yell at space monks! An adorable CHILD MIGHT BE AT STAKE!!! D:>

Even coming BACK on? For a supervised feed? Going "no, I'm just in trouble. Have to right paragraphs and meditate on 'why I felt the need to do this' (even though I KNOW why, not that they'll LISTEN. They just hope I'll meditate until I come to an answer they LIKE)" under the offscreen supervision of a teacher or Creche master?

Whole ass Net gonna be like "youngling! Blink Twice if they're holding you hostage! We can afford bounty hunters! We got a group pot thing going already!!! Aaaaaaaa-!"

Like? *waves at the camera and chat* she TOLD you. They don't believe you. This is part of WHY she wants to do what she's doing. Palpatine's and his Master's machinations have been building for a while. Eroding trust. The Jedi have become strange, dangerous, semi-mythical cryptids with magic powers we must HOPE are benevolent.

Not people.

Why would they expect some unfeeling, magical, sword-wielding space legend to be patient or kind to children? To even have the capacity? We are said to kidnap children and be unfeeling. Can not reach enough people to show otherwise. To reveal the mundanity of our lives. The traditions. The norms.

Food, children, laughter.

The Common Good.

And like? She obviously isn't gonna name Sith-ly NAMES. Not on CAMERA. But her lil "why I wanna play the tooka game and chat about lunch" speech? Convincing. Calms chat down. Still in trouble, mind you. But... provided it's SUPERVISED? And they work out some sort of effective moderation? Alright.

It's a matter of SAFETY, youngling. And no matter HOW much good you wish to do? They will NOT be sacrificing children to achieve it. That is NOT the Jedi way. There are plenty of old masters who would live nothing more then to ramble all day into cameras, if only to here themselves talk. (Oh? Good to know. Guest speakers pog?)

Like? Imagine making a game. Have a "mystical sage" character you TOTALLY BASED of Jedi in it. And your feed gets? Flooded with XD reactions in response to some smol bby streamer playing it? You go to check it out. Cause you're kinda a big deal on your planet. And?

Oh No��

That tiny streamer? Is a tiny JEDI streamer. Who is sitting there, in the stills, going O.o like "Wut." And the next still? Her lil friends are pulled in. The next? A teenager. The NEXT. An adult. The one after THAT. A few adults looking over her shoulder. Then a CROWD. All deeply, deeply confused looking.

The comments are DYING. Howling with laughter. The Jedi were so earnest. Trying to identify which Era you must be referencing. Which sect. But the head dress... cultural, maybe? It doesn't fit with the features though. Could be adopted. A hint at, I believe the term was, "lore"? No, no, those are DEFINITELY padawan beads! But so MANY? In THAT order?

They aren't even connected to a braid! And he's supposed to be a Master, right? But, wait. Perhaps it's meant to suggest he is a Padawan of the Force itself? A student of life? No, that wouldn't make sense! Stolen? It could suggest he has TAKEN the beads? Is regurgitating stolen texts without true understanding? Much like wearing bead he did not EARN?

They keep going and going. Ripping your character design to SHREDS. Picking it apart. Not even meanly! They are genuinely confused. AND IT ONLY MAKES THE CHAT LAUGH HARDER. Because it devolves into a MARATHON, after the game has been paused, of chat spamming different character names? For the Jedi to go "???" Over.

T...that's not? What? How does he even EAT in those robes? And those ones don't seem very non-humanoid friendly. Is he FLOATING HIS SWORD WITH THE FORCE? WHY!? Just keep it on your belt!!!

And? Now every game developer in the galaxy is PARANOID AF. Either make their mystics Very Obviously NOT Jedi rip offs... or shoot a "if I pay you $20 will you consult on something real quick" email. It's just... just easier man. Last guy got laughed into oblivion. Oof.

They can bill it as "Realism" or something. See guys? WE do or reasearch! Give us your credits!

Oh YEAH? Says the growing fan base of this Funky Lil Monk Child. Then put you game where your communication organs are. Send her the game, you cowards.

Do It.

Cut to "oh no, guys! The sorta-jedi died! What? Next objective? No. No we gotta give him a funeral! Oh good, we ca-BURY HIM?! What!? No!!! I could understand if he was from a race that held beliefs that bodies must be returned to the soil from whence they came, but this guy is a SORTA-JEDI! Absolutely NOT!"

"Let's cut down some trees. WE are building him a PYRE. Never ran one of these, but I can look it up. Gimme a moment. Okay. Draaaaag, him on to it. Where's his weapon. There! Thanks chat! On it goes too. Okay. Looking it up..... got it. Ahem...!"

*hold funeral for the sage character by burning his body*

*mods are IMMEDIATELY created to change the "burial" scene to a "Funeral pyre" with somber music*

Just? I can not let go? Of how the subtle shift would spread? Not in shining senatorial halls, but in class rooms and living rooms, dingy pubs and long hyperdrive flights? Anywhere boredom might be found and "hey check this out" might spread? Where someone else, might overhear and get curious?

Lik?? Imagine being the bounty hunter, who fuckin HATES Jedi, thinks they're sanctimonious BASTARDS, hearing someone snort laugh. Just... just fucking CHOKE on their cheep beer. Oh? Now everyone's interested. What's funny?

It's a teeny, tiny, lil jedi youngling. Playing that new Bounty 5 game. Unrealistic as hell. But they are going "I am a MASTER of stealth. A LEGEND of the hunt. You will not see me. I am sneaky. So, so, sneeeeakyyyyy!" As they concentrate on sneaking through back alleys.

Only for their character to fall RIGHT of a ledge, bounce against three buildings, smash into a parked Speeder, and roll right into a cut scene. Where they are call the "greatest bounty hunter of all time".

They look so incredulous.

"Are you SURE? Cause I'm fairly certain that phrase alone is banned for the trouble it causes, near most Bounty outposts. Could be the concussion talking though!"

They are? A sarcastic lil SHIT. Roast EVERYTHING. Know a surprising number of them. Given that they gave the Duros support character a modded in hat. Named him Definitely-Not-Cad. The fake look mustache REALLY sells it. Yeah, Bane. Clearly not you. YOU don't have a mustaches. *watches as she unleashes the Not Cad Bane like a highly tactical meat thresher on legs* brutal lil shit. They like her.

Granted, it's only BECAUSE it's not real she does so.

But I just? Have so many ideas? Spam the Galaxy with "this is who we are. We are people. Develop bonds with us. Care about us. KNOW us." Because the Sith can not possibly kill us all. Can not stop truth, so widely spread. Light dies, when you smother it in closed hands, hidden away in dark and long forgotten places. When you let fear dictate your actions.

It thrives in the open. With people. With the chance to SPREAD. Grow. Bloom.

It's about talking and caring. Being heard. What better place? Then on the screen in their pocket?

@babbling-babull @hypewinter @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @spidori

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Jealousy, Jealousy... | Part 5

A/N: don't even have a summary for this. oc is in love with gyu and gyu is in love with another girl but both are virgin losers and gyu is a horndog who would let oc do what she wants to him just as long as he gets to cum.

Word count: 5.9k

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: fem!reader, drinking, sub!beomgyu, dom!reader, blowjob, edging, overstimulation, degradation, nipple play, cum eating, fingering (female receiving).

Haeun’s appearances increase along with the band’s gigs, inviting herself to all the afterparties and mingling with the new crowd Beomgyu curated.  

It's a cause of contest between you. You keep telling him that she's using him but he doesn’t care. He just wants her attention. Besides, every time you bring her up, he brings up Yeonjun and the whole thing just devolves into a fight, and so bit by bit you just learn to shut up and keep your distance–to protect yourself from the pain and to stop fighting with him. 

You’re once again at one of the band’s gigs, but this time you’re wearing Yeonjun’s merch. You’re here to cheer for him, not your asshole best friend, who by the way was so obviously drunk he keeps messing up, even to your woefully untrained ears. 

You can see him struggling and see the band shooting him dirty looks every time he messes up. You'd feel bad for him if he wasn't such an asshole. Actually, you still feel bad for him. You can't help it. You’re so worried about him that you can’t even enjoy the performance. Not that anyone can really when the vibe is so off with the whole band. 

And this isn’t a one-time thing even. It has happened a few times now. Beomgyu seems to be slipping. You blame Haeun. Ever since she came into his life, he became like this. 

As soon as the last song ends, Beomgyu storms off backstage. His band members awkwardly stay behind to say goodbye to the crowd but you can tell they’re fuming. 

You quickly go backstage, hoping to catch Beomgyu before the members do. For what? You don’t know exactly. You just know your best friend is in trouble and you want to help him. 

But unfortunately, the band makes it back before you do. You go there to find them already ripping into him. 

“For fuck’s sake man. If you wanna get drunk, by all means do it, but on your own time. We’re trying to get signed here. We can’t have you ruin it for us.” Soobin curses at Beomgyu.

“Oh, like you’ve never performed drunk or high before.” Beomgyu retorts, clearly defensive. 

“Yes, but we’ve never let it affect our performance.” Yeonjun interjects, and Beomgyu looks at him with such venom, you think he might lunge forward and punch him. “No, you let your shitty singing and botched notes do that for you.” 

“Oh, yeah? Is that what you’re gonna tell people after you’re kicked out of the band?”

That does it. Beomgyu lunges forward, but Taehyun was anticipating this and he grabs Beomgyu and holds him back. Luckily, he is much stronger than your scrawny best friend. “Hey, hey, let’s calm down.”

“What is he talking about?” Beomgyu demands, and the boys look at Soobin. 

“It won’t come to that.” Soobin tries to calm him down but Beomgyu will not have it. “Won’t come to what? Are you thinking of kicking me out?” 

“No. No, we won’t because you are going to get your shit together and clean your act up.” Soobin deadpans, “Right?” 

Though Soobin was trying his best to reassure Beomgyu, there was also a clear threat there, and Beomgyu shoves Taehyun off him. 

“Right.” He says darkly, grabbing his guitar and walking out. 

You try to run after him but Yeonjun grabs your arm to stop you. “Let him go. He’s an idiot.” 

But you shake your head. “I can’t. He’s my best friend. I have to be there for him.” 

He sighs in disappointment, letting you go, and you run to the parking lot, wondering if you’ve missed him and Beomgyu had taken a taxi home already. But thankfully, you find him standing in front of one, just… waiting? 

When he sees you, he gets into the car and leaves the door open, obviously waiting for you to get in so you do, closing the door behind you before the driver pulls off. 

“I thought you might’ve left.” You say awkwardly. 

“I was waiting for you.” 

Yeah, you definitely did the right thing. If Beomgyu had waited and you didn’t come, you know he would’ve been super pissed, probably thinking that you chose Yeonjun over him. 

You don’t say anything else for the whole drive home. You didn’t want to get into it in front of a stranger so you wait until you’re back inside your apartment to speak up. 

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this,” You start nervously once you’re back home, “But you really need to focus. You can't risk your future like this."

"Like you fucking care. It's all because of you." He accuses you and you reel back in shock.  "What?" 

"Why did you have to fuck my friend?"

"Oh my god, I can't listen to this again." Your hands fly to your head, already feeling a headache coming because of this tired point. What does this even have to do with him getting drunk and ruining the band’s performances?

But Beomgyu doubles down on his stupid point. “Well, you’re going to have to because your boyfriend wants to kick me out of the band.” 

“You are crazy! This has nothing to do with me and Yeonjun.” You shout, exasperated, “They will kick you out because you’re going on stage drunk and playing like shit.” 

“Wow, thanks for the support.” Beomgyu snorts, looking hurt, but you won’t let him get away with guilt-tripping you for his questionable behavior. “No. You won’t do that. You won’t make me feel bad for calling you out on your shit. What the hell are you even doing? You’re jeopardizing your whole career by acting like a goddamn idiot. What has gotten into you?” 

He looks down, not answering you.

“You weren’t like this. Not before she came along.” You mutter and his head snaps up to look at you. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

Fuck, why did you even bring it up? Now you’ll get into an even bigger fight. “It means that maybe she is a bad influence on you, with all the parties and the drinking and shit.” 

“That’s fucking rich coming from the girlfriend of the party animal himself.” And there it is. 

“Why are you so fucking obsessed with Yeonjun? I thought he was your friend.” 

“He is not my friend anymore. Not after what he did.” Beomgyu speaks as if Yeonjun has stabbed him in the back when he may have given him a warning before it’s too late. If he hadn’t said anything, Beomgyu wouldn’t know the band is even considering kicking him out. 

“You’re bringing it on yourself. If you would just not drink on the fucking job then your career wouldn’t be at risk right now.” 

“I can’t believe you’re taking his side.”

“I am not taking anyone’s side.”

“Well, you should!” He screams, clearly getting emotional. “You’re my best friend. You should be on my side! They’re fucking threatening to take my dream away and all you can think about is defending your boyfriend.” 

“I am being your best friend! A real best friend calls you out when you’re making a mistake before it’s too late.” You try to clarify, “Beomgyu, I don’t know why you’re doing this but I don’t want you to ruin this for yourself.” 

“I’m just stressed out.” He says slowly, “Which you would know if you had bothered being a friend and asked.” 

Now maybe you shouldn’t get into it now, but you can’t help being peeved by what he said, and you just blurt out, “It’s hard to ask when you’re so busy getting your face sucked off by her.” 

He’s been hanging out with her so often that you hardly even see him anymore. How the hell are you supposed to know what he’s feeling if you don’t even see him? 

But of course, Beomgyu takes it in another direction, the direction where his dick is doing all the talking. 

“Aw, are you jealous, baby?” He goads, getting all up in your face. “You miss kissing me?”

“Jealous?” You laugh forcefully, the jealousy indeed burning through you and firing you up. “Yeah right, I can have you begging for me any time I want to.”

“Oh, please." He scoffs, his denial irritating you. 

"It's not like I haven't done it before. All I have to do is give your cock a couple of pumps and you'd be whining like a bitch."

His breathing hitches for a second before he counters back. "I was just humoring you. It didn’t even feel that good."

Oh, hell no. The only thing you managed to have with Beomgyu is getting him to need your touch the same way you need his love, and you'll be damned if you let anyone take that from you, even Beomgyu. 

You curse him out under your breath as you charge forward and push him against the wall, crashing your lips together. 

And for someone who just basically claimed to not want you, he sure as hell is eager to reciprocate… damn it, this was bait, wasn't it? That whore. 

Oh, well, now that you started, you can't get yourself to stop now. You've fucking missed the feeling of him pressed needily against you and the all the little noises he makes when he's turned on. You need to have him again. You need him to admit he's addicted to your touch. You need to hear him beg. 

And it doesn't look like it's gonna be hard when the first thing out of his mouth as soon as you part is, "Touch me." 

“You’re so fucking needy.” You mutter, hand trailing up his thigh slowly, intentionally teasing him. “I thought your girlfriend lets you fuck her everyday.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He says, shocking you, and against reason, that makes you happy. “We just mess around.” 

"Sad." You say with faux sympathy, finally grabbing his cock, making his breathing waver. "What about you? Is he your boyfriend?"

Maybe you shouldn’t be having his discussion with your hand cupping his dick. You don’t know if you should tell him the truth, but he did so you should too, right?

"He's not my boyfriend. We just mess around." 

“What… what do you do with him?” He asks slowly, “Do you let him touch you?” 

“Yes.” You admit, watching his reaction closely. You know he’s asking it because you never let him touch you, and if you wanna annoy him, you’d tell him the truth. Which you do. "I let him touch me. I let him eat me out too." 

His face changes just like you hoped it would. "Slut.".

You laugh, hooking your finger into the chain link on the collar he’s wearing and tugging on it a little. "I'm the slut? Not you who is practically begging for me to touch your cock when you’re already getting off with another woman?"

"Whatever. I don’t want whatever STDs you caught from Yeonjun anyway." He tries to walk away but you shove him back against the wall, your body pressed tightly against his. "Really? You don’t want this?"

"No.” He tenses, but his body betrays him, leaning into you. 

“Oh, really? So you don’t want me to pull your pants down and jerk you off just the way you like?” You pull tighter on his collar while feeling the exact imprint of his hardening cock through his pants. 

“No.” He gulps, uncertainty clear in the way his voice wavers. 

“Hmm, and if I were to offer to take you into my mouth, you would say no to that?” You brush your lips against his as your thumb swipes across the head of his cock. “You’d say no to my hot, wet mouth around your needy, pathetic cock?” 

“Shit.” He shudders, his breathing getting ragged and his eyes getting hazy–tell-tale signs that he’s a goner. 

“What is it, baby? Want me to let go?” You feel wetness gather under your thumb, soaking through his pants. Is he not wearing any underwear? Fuck.

“No, fuck. Want it. Want your mouth.” He finally admits, his eyes fixed on your mouth. 

“Okay.” You swipe your tongue over your lips, teasing him. "But first, admit you're the slut."

He blinks, a moment of clarity shining in his eyes. "No."

“No?” You laugh, bringing your hand to your face and licking it before you slide it under his pants, taking a hold of his cock and giving it a firm stroke, feeling his knees buckle for a second. 

“You don’t want my pretty mouth wrapped around your dick?” Your face is so close to his, lips brushing against his every once in a while but every time he tries to close the gap and kiss you, you pull him back by the collar away. “No. Bad dog. If you want it, you have to play nice.” 

“Shit…Okay. You win. I want it.” He confesses, but you don’t give in as easily as he does. “Say it. Tell me what you are.” 

“I’m a slut.” He whimpers and you smile, squeezing his cock as a reward. “That’s right, Beommie. You’re a slut who goes all dumb over the promise of a warm mouth. Isn’t that right?” 

“Yes. Please. I really want it.” He begs, hips timidly thrusting forward. “I need it. I need you.” 

Okay, it doesn’t matter what went on before this. Just hearing him say those three words, that he needs you, is enough for you to get on your knees. “See? I told you I’d get you to beg.” 

But Beomgyu doesn’t care, only focusing on one thing which is you pulling his pants down,  letting his cock spring up before grabbing it in your hands and bending forward to give it a few licks–getting it wet just like Yeonjun showed you. 

But it’s not hard to get Beomgyu wet when he’s already dripping precum for you. Fuck, even his body is slutty.  

“There you go. Now that wasn’t so hard.” You tease, brushing your lips back and forth over the head of his cock. 

"Please, put it in your mouth." He chokes, bucking up into your hand. “I want it! I really want it. Please!” 

You open your mouth, only taking the tip, not just to tease him but get yourself ready for more. But the virgin doesn’t have the self-restraint of Yeonjun, and his hips shoot forward, gagging you on his cock. 

You immediately pull back, glaring up at him. “Do you want me to stop? Do you want to go back to your room and fuck your cum into my panties like you’ve been doing before?” 

His eyes widen and he shakes his head vigorously. “No. No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Keep your hips still or I’ll stop.” You hiss, and he nods pitifully. “Yes, baby.” 

There he goes again, calling you baby as if you were his lover. Though you guess he calls Haeun the same and she’s not his lover either. 

You take him in your mouth again, this time daring to take more of him, knowing whatever you do, he’ll like it anyway. And he does. You can see his nails scraping against the wall behind him as he struggles to keep his body still. “Oh, thank you. Fuck, thank you.” 

He’s such a loser. You love it so much. 

Spurred on by his pathetic display, you make yourself go further and further down his cock, your tongue swiping back and forth on the sensitive underside, getting him so worked up. And he doesn’t even try to hide it. 

"Fuck, so good. You’re so perfect.” He gushes, staring at you taking his cock. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth."

"Do I?" You pull back to answer before taking him in your mouth but this time, you don’t move, just letting the weight of him rest on your tongue.

"Fuck, don't do this to me. Please move." He whimpers, but doesn’t dare to move you. You keep still, but swallow around him, making his thighs go rigid with the effort to not thrust forward and fuck your face. “Fuck…fuck… you’re gonna kill me.” 

You smile, humming around him happily, making him go delirious. “God, I wanna take a picture of you like that." 

“Pervert.” You glare at him, finally pulling back. "Does she let you do that?"

He shrugs, making you more angry. What the hell does that mean? Is that a yes or a no? Is his phone just full of pictures of Haeun with his dick in her mouth?

“Is that what she does?” You prod, grabbing his cock a little too tightly, punishingly. "Or is she too good to suck your dick?"

"Yeah, she does.” He scoffs, puffing his chest out. “She always sucks me off after the shows." 

Is that where they disappear to? Why did you even ask? Why do you have to hurt yourself this way?

"And I guess she didn't get the chance to today." You mutter, hoping he doesn’t hear the bitterness in your voice. 

"Uh-huh. Doesn't matter. I wanted to try your mouth anyway." He confirms, so casually crushing you while making you feel like nothing but a fucktoy in the same breath.

"Fucking whore." You scowl, pulling back and watching him bucking in the air, seeking the warmth of your mouth again. Are you just a mouth for him? A pair of warm hands? The girl who’ll get him off even if he treats her like a toy? 

"I know I'm a whore but please. I need it." 

There it is again. 

You know you should just get up and leave him all high and dry, but you can’t. Not when he looks at you like that, long hair all tousled and lips inexplicably bitten raw despite the fact that he has made no effort to hide his noises so far, moaning and gasping and whimpering so loud you’re sure the neighbors think he’s a camboy or something. 

“Yeah? You need me?” You prompt and he nods harshly. “Yes, need you so bad. You don’t even know.”

You suppose you can’t blame him for treating you like a toy when just a little cry and whine is enough to get you to give in to him. 

"Are you going to be a good boy?" You taunt as if you had any real power over him. Still, Beomgyu reacts as if you do, nodding again. "I'll be good, I swear." 

“Lift your shirt up.” You order, and he obeys, pulling his mesh shirt up. 

God, he’s becoming as much of a flirt as Yeonjun, wearing these revealing outfits on stage and teasing the fans with winks and lip bites. You’re sure he’s collecting his own groupies now too, and soon it won’t just be Haeun you’re competing with. 

Suddenly, you’re filled with the urge to punish him. 

“Higher.” You tell him, instructing him to lift his shirt up until his pretty nipples are in view before reaching out to play with them. “Good boy.” 

The effect on Beomgyu is instant, his hips shooting forward, his cock seeking some relief which you don’t give him for a while, choosing instead to watch him squirm as you thumb and pull at his nipples until they turn puffy and red. 

“Fuck, please…” He cries, cock weeping in need. 

“You’re so sensitive, Beommie.” You lick up some of the precum dribbling down his cock, just light touches that drive him even more insane, teasing him until he’s almost crying. 

You know you shouldn't compare. Yeonjun has a lot of experience while Beomgyu is a horny virgin but you thrive off how enthusiastic and needy he gets whenever you touch him, like he would die if you stop. 

“Please, please, please…” He keeps repeating, holding his shirt up to expose himself to you like a slut as he pleads with you to put your mouth on him and end his suffering. “I need you. Please.” 

You finally wrap your lips around him once he says the magic words, bopping your head up and down his length, relishing in the taste and feeling of him on your tongue so much that you don’t notice at first that he’s trying to get away after only a few bops of your head.

“Stop. Stop!” He squeals, his hands flying to grab at your hair, finally catching your attention. 

“What is it?” You ask, worried. Did you do something wrong?

“Was gonna cum.” He gasps as if that explained anything. 

“So? You can cum in my mouth.” You offer, thinking maybe he wanted to give you a warning. But of course that’s not what the horny bastard is worried about. 

“Oh.” His cock twitches, and you swear he almost came right there. “But… I don’t wanna cum yet. Don’t want it to stop.” 

Immediately, you pull back, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the wall. “You don’t get to ask for things. You just stand there and keep your hands to yourself and take whatever I give you. Understood?” You hiss, and he tries to argue, “But baby–”  

You ignore him, grabbing his cock and jerking him off. “Shut up, Beomgyu. I don’t want to hear anything from you except those slutty moans you love to make.”

Even that turns him on, and he squirms under you.  “No. No, please, too fast. Don't want it to stop." He cries deliriously and you laugh evilly. 

“Don’t you wanna cum in my mouth, baby? I’ll open wide.” You smirk before letting your mouth fall open and sticking your tongue out, mimicking what you know is one of his favorite parts of porn videos as you had seen on his non-so-secret nsfw twitter account all too often. 

And just as expected, the pervert loses it with a loud broken cry, spurting his cum all over your tongue and parts of your face. 

You pull your tongue back with a grin, and he watches in rapt attention, waiting for you to swallow it just the way he likes. But you don’t. Instead you spit it back on his cock, grabbing the sensitive member in your hand and jerking it off quickly and cruelly. 

"What are you doing?" He panics, writhing harder in your hold. 

"You said you wanted more." You act innocent, but your hands are all but, twisting around him just like you learned from Yeonjun.

“Not this!” He squeaks, trying to pull away. "Hurts!"

“Suck it up. You said you’ll be a good boy. Are you going to disappoint me?” 

You didn’t expect that to work but it did. He bites down on his lip, swallowing down most of his pained cries, his hands pulling so hard on his shirt, it tears, but he doesn’t once try to push you away. 

He takes it so well, you actually start feeling bad for him and rethinking your punishment. But when you try to pull away, he lets out a loud sob. “No. Please! Need it. Need it, baby."

“But I thought you wanted me to stop?” You ask, confused, and he shakes his head, sparkling tears falling off his eyelashes. 

“Is it feeling good again? You coo, massaging his tense thigh with your free hand. 

“Uh-huh. So good.” His mouth was almost permanently hung open now, a little bit of drool dribbling out. “You’re so pretty.” 

Even though he’s all dumbed out and you’re sure he doesn’t even know what he’s saying right now, it still makes your heart flutter. He thinks you’re pretty. 

But then an ugly thought comes into your mind. Is he like this with her? Is he just as loud and desperate? Will he just say anything to get what he wants? You haven’t heard him be like this the tortuous couple of times you have had to endure listening to them, but maybe he is the one in charge when he’s with her. Maybe he has her to fuck and has you to fuck him, so he’d be getting the best of both worlds. You wouldn’t put it past him. Maybe that’s why he keeps pushing for more from you even when he has her. 

“I’m–I’m there, b-baby.” He stutters out, his hips moving a bit, but you don’t punish him for it because you don’t think he’s even aware of it. Besides, you don’t feel up for this anymore. 

“Cum for me, Beommie.” You order, taking him in your mouth, and it doesn’t take long for the wet heat of it to have him cumming again. You take it in your mouth like last time, not swallowing it. 

Instead, you get up, grabbing him by the jaw and kissing him, forcing him to take his own cum. But Beomgyu doesn’t even flinch, kissing you back hungrily, letting you push your tongue into his mouth as he sucks on it needily. 

When you finally pull back, you see the mess you’ve made of him–panting heavily, his lips swollen and red, coated with your saliva and his own cum, some of it smeared along his chin. 

But he doesn’t care, smiling at you.  “Fuck, that was hot.” 

You frown at that. You don’t know what you expected him to say. That you sucked him off so good, he now realizes you’re the one for him? That he’ll ditch Haeun and be with you only? You’re a disaster. 

“Get cleaned up and go to bed.” You tell him, heading towards the kitchen, suddenly in desperate need for some water to clear your mouth. God, what are you even doing? 

But Beomgyu isn’t done with you, and he follows after you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck. “Beomgyu…” You warn. You can’t deal with this right now. You’re too fragile. 

“Please…” He begs sweetly, knowing the way to your heart. His hands slither up your waist to cup your breasts, his fingers ghosting over your nipples causing a burning white sensation to shoot down between your legs. 

“Just let me take care of you for once.” He pleads, pulling lightly on your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, fanning the fire brewing in your belly. 

You can let him just one time right? You’d be getting yourself off in bed dreaming of his touch anyway so why can’t you let him help you rub one out just this once? That way you can head straight to sleep and let your tired bones rest so you wouldn’t have to think about what you just did, so you’d get one night’s relief from the crushing feeling of your unreciprocated love.  

“You can’t take my clothes off.” You finally relent. Yes, you’re out of your mind but you’re still deeply insecure and worried what he’ll think. 

“Just the shirt.” He growls, pulling on it. “Want it off.” 

You’re confused for a second by his aggression before you realize you’re wearing Yeonjun’s merch. 

“No. The shirt stays on.” You insist, partly due to your insecurity and partly to annoy him.

He’s not happy about it. You can tell by the way he bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder, but honestly that just turns you on more. 

One of his hands leaves your breasts to go down your body, shimmying under your waistband to reach your pussy.

“Fuck…” He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels how wet you are. He immediately starts rubbing your pussy, not attempting to tease at all. “You’re so wet.”

You freeze. Is that good? Is it bad? Does he think you’re too wet? 

“So sexy. Driving me crazy.” He groans, sucking on your sensitive neck and rolling your nipple between his fingers, dispelling your ridiculous doubts. You spread your legs a little, giving his fingers easier access to your pussy, and his long fingers rub along the entire length of your slit, not leaving one part untouched, overwhelming your poor body, all while his mouth never ceases to kiss and such along your neck. “Yes, baby, just like that, spread those legs for me. Let me make your pussy feel good.” 

Fuck, he’s so lewd, it’s so sexy. You don’t even care that he’s probably leaving so many hickies along your neck that in the morning you’ll look like you’ve been ravaged by a wild animal. All you care about right now is his relentless attack on your body. 

His words and touches have made your brain go fuzzy that you let him unbutton your pants, shoving them down your thighs so he can squeeze two fingers inside you at once. 

“Oh god, you’re so tight. So soft. You’re perfect.” He moans as if he’s the one getting pleasure. You don’t know who is more desperate here, you or him. His words feel almost as pleasurable as his hands. You've never imagined Beomgyu saying this to you. You were always so insecure of what he'll think. You were worried about him even touching you. If you knew this is how he would react, maybe you would’ve let him do it sooner. 

Or maybe not. You don’t know what this will do to your heart once your pussy gets its fill. But it’s hard to think about that when he’s panting against your neck. “Fuck, fuck… You like it, baby? Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes, Beommie. You’re such…such a good boy.” You praise, and he keens, one of his hands returning to your breasts. "Can I see your tits? Wanna see your pretty tits." 

Fuck it, you’ll give him what he wants at this point. You just really need him to make you cum. 

“Okay…” You relent, and as soon as the word is out of your mouth, he’s pulling the shirt up over your breasts to expose them. 

“So pretty.” He whines, wetting his fingers before returning them back to your nipple, rubbing the poor sensitive thing until you can’t hold your own body weight anymore. You lean against him, the wet sound of his fingers fucking your pussy open reaching your ears, but you feel too good to let the embarrassment or security in right now. 

“God, I wanna fuck these.” Beomgyu grunts, pulling at your other nipple, his hips grinding against your ass as if he’s imagining doing just that. “Can I, baby?” 

"No. Be good." You warn. You’ll go crazy if he stops. “I’m close. Don’t ruin it now.” 

“I won’t. I promise, I won’t.” He lets go of your abused nipples and grabs you by the hair, turning your head towards him so he can kiss you. “Need you to cum on my fingers, baby. I need it more than anything. Please. Will you cum for me?” 

“Y-yeah… I’ll cum for you..” You say as if you had any choice in the matter, as if your body would’ve let you retain any dignity. 

You break down on his fingers, clenching around them as the orgasm shoots through you in little pants and needy mewls which Beomgyu hungrily devours with his mouth. 

“You’re so hot.” He heaves against your lips, kissing you again and again long after your orgasm is over. 

“Beomgyu–” You start to say, the brain fog clearing up. 

“I need more.” He moans, the words jolting through your brain as it’s waking up. 

What? 

You feel his hands messing around with your pants, trying to take them off your body completely, and when he drops to the floor to pull them off your leg, you quickly stop him. 

“What are you doing?” You exclaim, grabbing onto your pants and trying to pull them back up. But Beomgyu holds onto them tightly.  

“Please, want to taste you.” He begs, clearly still in the throes of lust. 

“No.” You hiss, and he whines. “Why not? I’ve become really good at it. Had lots of practice.” 

God, you feel sick. 

“No!” You push him away and he falls on his ass. 

“What? So he can eat you out and I can’t? You can suck me off but I can’t taste you?” He asks angrily and you roll your eyes. “Yes. That’s exactly it."

As if his horny brain could ever understand how all of this makes you feel. All he cares about is that Yeonjun got something and he didn’t, like you’re a piece of candy Yeonjun swiped from him. 

“You’re such a fucking hypocrite.” He huffs, getting up. “Why won’t you let me taste you?” 

“I don’t need to let you do anything.” You shout at him, putting your pants back on, hoping that would lessen the humiliation coursing through your veins. “I don’t owe you anything and you need to get that through your fucking head. But it’s my mistake because I keep letting this happen. This has got to stop.” 

"Why? I like it and you like it too." He looks at you for confirmation and you look away, but Beomgyu is not deterred, grabbing you by the shoulders. "Come on, I know you feel it too. It's different when we're together. I know it is for me. It doesn't feel like that with Haeun. Does it feel like this with Yeonjun?"

“What feels different?” You confront him, daring to ask the forbidden question. “What is this?”

He frowns, stumbling back and taking his hands off you as if you’d burned him. “Sex?” 

Right. Typical guy behavior when faced with the remotest possibility of intimacy. 

You laugh sadly. “Beomgyu, are you with Haeun or not?” You have to know. You have to know what he’s even doing. Are both you and Haeun just a way for him to get his dick wet? 

"Do you not want me to be?” He answers your question with another question, catching you off guard. 

“N-no–you can do whatever you want. Why would I care?” You immediately deny, fear and anxiety gripping your heart. You can’t let him know how you feel, especially not after he just basically confirmed he’s just here for the sex. 

He’s silent for a few moments, just staring at you as if he can see through your lies. God, please no. You can’t handle the shame of it. 

But he just shrugs. “Well, if you don’t care then what’s the problem, right? Me and Haeun aren’t exclusive so you and I can keep doing this.”  

His words make you feel disgusted. That’s all he thinks of this, that’s all he thinks of you–just some fun to be had so he can get his rocks off 

“I don’t think so.” You finally say and he frowns. “Why not? I thought you said Yeonjun isn’t your boyfriend.” 

"He’s not.” 

He smiles widely, moving to grab you again but you stop him. "But I want him to be. I want to try it seriously with him." 

“Why? What do you even like about him?” He asks, irritated. 

“He’s sweet–” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, preparing to protest but you keep going, not giving him a chance. “He cares about me. He’s charming. He’s talented. He’s funny.” 

“So? I’m all of those things.” 

Yes, you are. And much more. But you don’t love me the way I love you. 

“So I want a boyfriend, Beomgyu, not a fuckbuddy.” 

“Right.” He scoffs, “Good luck getting that from Yeonjun.” 

With that, he turns around and leaves you feeling sick in your own skin. 

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A/N: feedback gives me the motivation and energy to write more so if you want the next chapter as quickly as possible, drop in a message or a comment telling me what you think 😘

As some of you know, this might've been the last gyu smut scene, but if I were to include another one, would you rather it be sub!gyu or dom!gyu?

i can't include another poll so i'll skip the "who do you want oc to end up with" this time, but you can let me know anyway

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[miapcain]

Hi! I found your blog just recently and I love the Vesnaposting - the art, the comics, the gifs from the game, all of it. I've got so many questions:

How did you got yourself interested in this time period? Why Bohemia? Where exactly could the castle be found? Do you plan to connect your story with some "greater events" from that time? Will your OCs travel a bit?

Please, continue with all of this. It looks great and I would also love to play the game one day!

Thank you very much for the questions! I love getting intricate and thought out things to answer, and I'm humbled you like it!

I've been a sort of amateur medievalist for a while now- I can't point specifically to when it started, but it might have been reading Pillars of the Earth as a teenager, or finding out that the town I grew up in had an important courthouse that was closed in the 1300s- that's a scale of time that overwhelmed me then, and still makes me feel a deal of frisson now. The 1200s specifically sit at an intersection of really cool stuff in central europe- it's right before Franziscanism spreads and shakes up the monastic system, Waldensian heretics were prefiguring how the church would later fracture (I feel they resemble specifically the czech utraquists in some of their stylings and beliefs), and the Pope was in open conflict with the holy roman emperor; On the political side, Friedrich II was nearing the end of his reign, and his death would lead to the interregnum, where the empire is effectively without an emperor for years on end; The Popponer dynasty is about to crumble in Austria, and the Lion of Prague Ottokar II Přemýsl is about to add all of Austria to the Bohemian Kingdom, interrupting the ongoing Ostsiedlung (German Eastern Colonization, for those who don't know), all to the backdrop of endless failing crusades. It's just before the Habsburgs gain greater relevance and europe slides into the rennaissance, in my mind putting an end to the "proper" middle ages.

I've been curious about Czechia for a long time; I was too young to really notice when the country joined the EU, but even years later, I remember grumbling that they were going to "ruin" us, by flooding our country with cheap labour or products or somesuch. It's always struck me as odd. That energy ended up getting redirected towards migrants from the near east in the 2010s, but it's stuck with me; Here's a country Austria has, in some form or another, struggled with for centuries, dominated terribly through to the very end of our wretched pitiful attempt at an 'empire,' tried to keep chunks of as recently as 100 years ago, and yet I didn't learn so much as a single thing about it in school. Austrian schooling is dead set on not mentioning a single thing between about 1500 to 1933 (and even then, we often gloss over just *how* enthusiastic a lot of austria was to participate in the holocaust and become part of germany- or how no real denazification took place after the war), and obviously reading any history at all immediately got me hooked on finding out more. History aside, I love the bohemian massif dearly; the rolling hills, deep shadowy forests, little brooks, misty autumns, distant alps, it's one of my favourite regions on earth; I grew up in southern upper austria, but studied near Freistadt, which is where I gathered a lot of reference material for Vesna.

The castle doesn't have an official location, but there is a general area: "north of Freistadt, east of Rožmberk." Here are some rough indications on a modern Vesna era map, a rennaissance map, and google maps:

4. Not to spoil anything, but yes- Franzesca's father, a Bavarian, is a true believer in the "stupor mundi" Frederick II, and the need to "germanize" the backward slavic populations of Bohemia; He detests Saint Václav and forbids castle servants from speaking czech. The timing of the events of Vesna is chosen very specifically to be ironic in this regard- but you'll see when we get there :P

5. Yes, at the very least you will get to see Vesna and friends in the Machlant, Rožmberk and Linz. Franzesca will travel to her family home of Innsbruck and to Normandy, and it's likely more will happen, depending on where the story goes.

Thank you again for the questions! I hope to be working on Vesna for a long time, if it stays interesting :)

[mumbos-mailbox]

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Send in any mail you've been trying to get to me, and I'll finally respond.

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Hi there ^^ I go by a few names, but you can call me Oli. I use any prns except she/her

Mumbo is honestly just kinda a pathetic wet cat here lol. He has faint memories of the life series he has been in. Mumbo that is in this blog is mostly season 8, 9 and 10 of hermitcraft based as theyre the more recent ones I've watched.

Shipping is gonna kinda be all over the place. Grumbo, Redscape, Mumscarian, Ahasbands, Mumbleman, all that. However, I headcanon Mumbo as Queerplatonic so keep that in mind. If any person (PLAYING A CHARACTER. NO OC) wants to do ships between our accs, DM me!

Nsfw asks are iffy. I am a minor, so I ask you not to send graphic ones. However, I am also very close to becoming an adult (like one year), so things like nsfw jokes and stuff are allowed.

I’m fine with OC interactions however I might just get very awkward so prepare

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[utilitycaster]

if you're looking for any reason to write and/or procrastinate, i'd love to hear your alluded-to thoughts on people trying to shove already-extant blorbos into a ttrpg space? it's something i've tried to Strongly Discourage (if not outright ban) at my table and i've struggled putting into words why i dislike it so much. like obviously as a dm doing homebrew world stuff it's super discouraging to feel like your players don't want to engage with it, but even beyond that it feels like it doesn't Work and i'd love to hear if you have thoughts on Why That Is

Absolutely! The biggest reason is in fact the one you say: it's really discouraging as a DM, who is doing a lot more work than anyone else, to have someone not want to build a character informed by your world. This is collaborative storytelling, and they are not collaborating. Which isn't to say that player's preferences for the type of story shouldn't be considered, but there is something very different between, for example, Erika Ishii saying "hey Brennan, I would love to play a witch" in a setting everyone in the cast committed to building collaboratively, vs. coming to your table as a DM saying "hey, this is a world I've created, it is inspired by Norse mythology" and saying "cool this is my weird west cowboy OC, why isn't there a cowboy class."

I think the other reason, and here's where I might be guessing, but I think people can get uniquely rigid and protective of pre-existing OCs. I mean...I had a vague set of OCs inspired by a lot of the fantasy stories I read as a kid for literal years, and setting aside that they don't fit in neatly to a D&D system anyway, the thought of playing one and having them die at level 2 against some will-o-the-wisps is really not something I'm open to! When it comes to a lot of the games that have character progression and start relatively weak, like D&D, most people are thinking of a cool powerful mage, not a squishy L1 wizard with 2 spell slots! I think people are precious and impatient and rigid about a lot of their OCs, so they won't take the big swings that you need to make in order to have a good time in a TTRPG because they're too afraid of losing the character before they reach their final form - and, they have a final form in mind that they might be reluctant to deviate from. Sure, some people can get past this; but many people can't. They already have too much of a story in mind and aren't open to the one being told together at the table. They won't kill their darlings and so they're going to freak out every time Darling has to make a death save.

Finally: I personally think character creation is necessarily collaborative, in that party composition is important. To give an example: I have an idea of an Eldritch Knight who learned her magic from the eccentric wizard she guarded, who then died in a locked room mystery, and she was exonerated but considered suspect (and also felt guilty) and so is in need of employment and could easily fall into adventuring. This is a pretty flexible concept in most D&D settings because a lot of the specifics aren't at all filled in. However: let's say my friend says "hey, um, one of our players had a family emergency and needs to leave our game long-term. Do you want to join?" and I say "yes, absolutely" and they say "great, they were playing a bard and were our only healer, though we do have a warlock who can be the party face," I should not play the eldritch knight with no healing! It is in fact my responsibility to roll up with, say, a cleric!

So that's really why: you can and should bring vague concepts you want to explore to a table, but you really shouldn't pick from a fully fleshed out OC because that doesn't engage with the setting nor what the party needs.

[the-fiction-witch]

Mr Crown P5

Media - Morbius Character - Lucien Crown Couple - Lucien Milo X OC Reader - (OC) Anastasia Morton (Assistant) Rating - 18 + Smut - Sex toy discussion / sexual launague Word Count - 1555

Lucien smiled as he felt her lean her head on his shoulder, her breath coming in small gasps as she tried to recover from the intensity of her orgasm. He loved the way she looked, her skin flushed, her eyes glazed over with desire. He took his hand from under her dress, bringing it to her chin and tilting her face up to his. "You're absolutely gorgeous, darling," he whispered, his gaze roaming over her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and the satisfied look in her eyes.

"I uh ... I assume I should arrange things for a visit to your new lodge?"

Lucien chuckled, his hand still holding her chin, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "You assume correctly, darling. I fully expect you to make all the necessary arrangements. I'll leave that in your very capable hands." He let his hand fall from her chin, his fingers trailing down her neck, his gaze fixed on her eyes. "And I have a few specific requests for what I'd like you to arrange," he added, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

she nodded sitting up and letting out a breath doing her best not to reveal what had happened, she grabbed a small notepad and pen from her purse "Yes sir?

"I have a few specific requests for the lodge. Firstly, I want it fully stocked with the finest food and beverages. I'm not talking about your average grocery store fare. I want the best of the best - the finest champagne, the most expensive whisky, the most exquisite caviar."

"yes sir," she nodded making a note on her pad "The lodge is in Canada so I could get it specifically stocked with specialist Canadian items? Or we can bill the import fees of us items over the border though crown transports our own internal company and thus not pay the actual fees"

Lucien nodded a satisfied smirk on his face. He was pleased that she was already thinking ahead and making detailed notes, as usual. "Good girl. I appreciate your attention to detail. Let's do both - stock the lodge with some Canadian specialities, and have our imports sent through Crown transports. We can certainly afford a few extra fees to ensure we get exactly what we want." He paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over her body, the way the dress clung to her curves.

she nodded "next request?"

Lucien allowed himself a moment to admire her body again before speaking, his mind already moving to his next request. "Next, I want the best entertainment. A top-of-the-line sound system, a state-of-the-art home cinema, and a library stocked with the best books and movies. I'm talking about the kind of entertainment that will make us never want to leave the lodge. And, I expect you to arrange for some... private entertainment as well," he added, his eyes glinting with something between mischief and desire.

she continues making her notes "Private entertainment sir?"

Lucien chuckled, his smirk widening at her question. He could see the blush spreading across her cheeks as she asked, and he knew she understood what he was talking about.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, darling," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want the lodge to be equipped for... our intimate encounters. Make sure the rooms are well-appointed with the finest linens, the most comfortable beds, and the most romantic atmosphere."

she nodded slightly blushing "Outwardly equipped or ... Less obviously" she asked basically asking how openly he wanted the lodge stocked for their romantic stay, usually somewhere between candles, roses and hidden boxes of toys to well condoms on every surface, and a dungeon set up in one bedroom

Lucien chuckled, amused and aroused by her question. "Let's go with a mix of the two, darling," he said, leaning back in his seat one arm over the back of her chair. "I don't want it to be so obvious that just anyone could figure it out, but I do want it to feel personal and intimate like the lodge is designed specifically for us, and what we like to do together."

she nodded "next request?"

Lucien chuckled, enjoying the way she was following his instructions so obediently. He paused for a moment, thinking of his next request. "Next, I want the lodge to be secluded. I don't want any neighbours within miles, and I don't want any uninvited guests dropping by. Make sure all the security measures are in place - cameras, motion sensors, the works. I want it to feel like we have the entire lodge to ourselves."

she nodded as she knew the usual level of security for a properly Lucien actually used "anything else?"

Lucien shifted closer to her, his hand moving to her thigh, his fingers tracing circles on her skin through the fabric of her dress. He could feel the heat coming off her body, his mind already imagining all the things they could do in the secluded peace and quiet of the lodge. "Just one more thing, darling," he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. "And this one is more of a request for you personally." He leaned in closer, his mouth close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I want you to bring your best wardrobe, darling," he whispered, his fingers moving higher up her thigh, his hand sliding under her dress again. "Pack all your most beautiful dresses, your most provocative lingerie, and anything else you think would... excite me."

"yes sir" she agreed "anything else?"

Lucien chuckled, his hand continuing to tease her through her dress, his touch becoming more brazen. “And your new jewellery. Incase I want to take you out and show you off. Or… I just want to see you in it,”

“Yes Lucien,”

"That's all, darling. You have your tasks - stock the lodge, arrange for transportation, and pack your wardrobe. Make sure everything is perfect for our stay at the lodge. I expect nothing less than excellence from you."

"awww Lucien" she cooed grabbing her phone and the folder of paperwork for the lodge confirming they owned it and all the details "This is what you pay me for" she smirked already getting to work in the middle of the gala

Lucien chuckled at her comment, admiring her ability to multitask. He knew he paid her for her efficiency and organizational skills, but he was still impressed by the way she could handle so many tasks at once. "That's true, darling," he agreed, his hand finally leaving her thigh as he leaned back in his seat to watch her work. "But don't think for a second that I don't also have you around for other reasons."

"do you?" She chuckled

Lucien smirked and leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over her body with an appreciative gaze. "Darling, you know very well that I have you around for a variety of reasons. Your organizational skills and efficiency are certainly valuable, but so are other... attributes which you possess." He let his eyes linger on her body for a moment, his gaze roaming over her curves and the way her dress hugged her figure.

she chuckled as she worked "When do you want to arrive at the lodge?" She asked so she knew the time frame she has to work with,

Lucien thought for a moment, his mind already picturing the two of them in the secluded, intimate setting of the lodge. "As soon as possible, darling. I want to get away from here and spend some time alone with you in that lodge as soon as I can." He paused for a moment, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "How quickly do you think you can have everything arranged?"

"I can... Have us leave by tomorrow morning?"

Lucien's smirk widened into a grin at her words. The thought of leaving so soon and having her all to himself was extremely appealing.

"Excellent.” He paused for a moment, his gaze roving over her body again, his mind already imagining all the things he could do to her once they were alone in the lodge.

she nodded already making arrangements on her phone with multiple people to ensure the place was set up, their bags packed, and everything was prepared with the plane

Lucien watched her work with a sense of satisfaction. He loved the way she managed to get things done quickly and efficiently, and he knew that she would make sure everything was perfect for their stay at the lodge. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and desire as he thought about the secluded, intimate setting of the lodge and all the things he was going to do to her once they were there. "You're doing a great job as usual, darling," he said, his eyes still roaming over her body as she worked.

She chuckled before hanging up her phone, “Got workers setting it up, Marshal is flying out in an hour to supervise with the card, he’ll leave when we land, The plane is set, everything is sorted other then our own packing,”

“You are magic you know that?”

“I’m good at what I do,”

“I know,” He nodded, “Come on, let's head back so we can… get cosy and prepped for our little getaway,”

“Yes Lucien,” She agreed giving his cheek a kiss before she got up to get organised for them to leave.  

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[pleasantglitterflower]

BREAKING MY HEART (JOE BURROW x OC)

A/N : I had already published this story on my old account, but as I was the victim of attacks from unhappy people who think they own the fandom, my account was deactivated. Just a warning to these people that : I swing but I don't fall, I'm back

Dinner time. The only noises that could be heard were those of the cutlery and the typical children's games. That deafening silence became routine in the house for months, I can't explain what happened for such a drastic change.

 How was the training? - I decide to ask 

 Good- he replied 

 How were the shooting tactics? Do you already feel comfortable throwing the ball? - I ask again 

 Yes- he replied monosyllabically again

 I let out a long sigh, and take the dishes off the table to wash. As I prepare to wash the dishes, I see him playing with our children, that beautiful and genuine smile that he only showed to me and the children, but in the last few months, all I receive are cold and distant looks.

Well, I just realized I didn't introduce myself, come on, my name is Anna Verstappen Burrow. Yes, I am  Max Verstappen’s twin sister, three-time Formula 1 world champion, and Joe Burrow’s wife, quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals. 

Joe and I met at Ohio State, we took a few classes together and I can say it was love at first sight. He was always very affectionate, protective and a gentleman towards me, I couldn't resist his charms, and it didn't take long for us to start dating. Joe proposed to me after a year of dating, when we went to Barcelona to watch my brother's race, and to make that weekend even more special, Max won what would be the first of many of his victories in Formula 1.

We got married after our graduation, it was the best two days of my life, yes, two days, as we had two wedding ceremonies, both in Ohio and in Netherlands, so that all the special people in our lives could be present. However, shortly after our wedding, Joe managed to transfer to LSU, and this was the chance he would have to show his football, as unfortunately at Ohio State he didn't have many chances, but despite that we built strong bonds of friendship there. . 

Obviously I supported my husband and we embarked on this new journey together. I graduated in visual arts, and was working at a museum in Ohio in the area of ​​conservation and restoration of artistic and cultural heritage, but with our move to Louisiana, I resigned and it didn't take long for me to get a new job in the new city, This time she would work with graphic design, and the best part is that it would be from home office and the hours were flexible, which meant that Anna could follow Joe at LSU more closely.

A few months later, I found out she was pregnant. Joe was very excited and happy when he found out he was going to be a father, and he started to be very careful with me, he wouldn't even let me fix my meal alone, we were living the best time of our lives, until in October 2019, Joshua  Lee Burrow was born.Joe was very emotional at our son's birth, he couldn't stop crying, which made some of the medical staff cry too. In 2020, a difficult year for the whole world, after all we began to face the Covid pandemic, but we had many joys, as Joe was drafted and would be the new quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals, and I was pregnant again.

Everything was going perfectly well when I started receiving messages from people at LSU saying that Joe cheated on me several times during the time he was there, that when I went to games he was the faithful husband, but when I was away, He took the opportunity to be with as many women as he wanted, especially at team parties and after games. Some of the women he was with sent me proof, such as photos and messages, and the whole puzzle began to be put together, I was cheated on throughout my first pregnancy.

I went to some games until the fourth month of pregnancy, after which Joe banned me from going to busy places, as he wanted me to not run any risk of hurting myself or the baby. I thought it was zeal and care, but in reality he wanted more peace of mind to practice his promiscuity. When he got home after another workout, I confronted him.

- Really Joe? While I was at home like an asshole waiting for you, you were having sex with several people like there was no tomorrow, and I was pregnant with your son Joe, your son. Don't you have shame on your face, you idiot? - I shouted

- Anna my love, forgive me, please forgive me, I don't know where my head was, I love you so much Anna won't leave me, there were moments when I let success go to my head, I was drunk most of the time times, I don't even remember - he was desperate

- There are no excuses Joe, you are already an adult who is aware of your actions, this justification with me doesn't work, you had no respect for our family Joe I hate you - I start hitting his chest, until I feel a strong pain in my belly and I start to cry and scream

Joe gets desperate and quickly takes her to the hospital, if something happened to Anna and the baby he would never forgive himself. He was crying non-stop at the reception and thinking about all the stupid things he did. Joe began to be increasingly harassed during his time at LSU for being the quarterback of the football team, this in itself attracts attention, but his physical appearance was always attractive to female eyes, and he ended up not being able to deal with all this harassment, having momentary affairs, but he forgot that he had a wife who was carrying his child who truly loved him, who had no interest in his status or appearance, and he was unable to value that.

Anna's health was stabilized and she was allowed to go home. Joe started doing everything he could to make Anna forgive him, she was still very weakened by the discovery of his betrayals, but she was very passionate about him and decided to give him a second chance. When the Verstappen family finds out about what happened, a scandal ensues. Max and his father became obsessed, they wanted to come to Ohio to attack Joe, Victoria, Anna and Max's younger sister, who was also pregnant at the same time, sent an audio to the quarterback calling him unpronounceable names, Sophie, the mother , begs Anna to separate from him, but the Dutch woman had already made the decision to give Joe another chance, even if the whole family was against it, but the truce happened in November 2020, when Amelie Lisa Burrow came into the world, and less than a month later, Victoria's son Luka was born.

 Time passed, and the Burrow family managed to strengthen themselves in the face of adversity, for them communication was the key to all problem resolutions. Even though Anna and Joe were very discreet, it was very difficult for them not to be filmed in the stands at Bengals games or at Max's races, they were a very happy and healthy family.

ANNA’S POV

After we managed to overcome the crisis in our marriage and build a healthy family dynamic for ourselves and our children, things seemed to fall into place. I finally realized my dream of having my own art studio, where I spent most of my time producing my paintings, sculptures and various works, and Joe was increasingly consolidated as one of the main players in the NFL, it's undeniable to talk about how he changed the Bengals team, for a long time they were unable to compete for higher positions, but since then, they managed to reach the playoffs and the Super Bowl, I couldn't describe how happy I was for my husband, but for a while now, I started to see how Joe got carried away by fame. More and more he began to be requested for events, parties, million-dollar advertising contracts, and the harassment from the media and fans tripled, but I began to get to know a side of my husband that is not cool at all. Being the daughter of a former pilot father and having a brother who is the current Formula 1 champion, I can say that neither of them let fame go to their heads. Max Verstappen Formula 1 world champion is still the same Max I grew up with, he hasn't changed his personal tastes or personality because of fame, if it were Max's will he wouldn't even have social media, he hates it a lot. However, I feel Joe slowly distancing himself from me, as a father I have nothing to complain about, he would give his life for Joshua and Amelie, he does everything for them, but I feel like I'm losing my husband.

 After the injury he suffered to his hand in the game against the Ravens, which left him out for the rest of the season again, Joe closed himself off into his own world and started refusing to talk to me, I at first tried to understand, because fuck, Once again he faces a serious injury that prevents him from playing football, since his first season in the NFL he has suffered some type of injury, but I would like him to be more transparent with me.

At the beginning of 2024 our distance becomes increasingly greater, with him more focused on treating the injury in his hand and him choosing to go to different events with his friends, and until then he, who was attentive to his children, became more absent, that's when I got tired of being silent, and we were increasingly fighting. I never stopped Joe from going out with his friends, who were also my friends from Ohio State, but I would like him to think more about our family, but Joe thought I was annoying, he said he needed to go out with his friends so he wouldn't be only thinking about the injury, and he still made a point of telling me that I was going to Europe frequently even when he needed me, and yet he always accepted the situation. By the way, I was born and lived until I was 18 in the Netherlands, and I have family and many friends there, right? And I make sure Joshua and Amelie are connected to my European roots, so much so that I teach them to speak Dutch.

I didn't know what else to do, I decided to call my sister-in-law Kelly to ask for advice. Kelly Piquet is like my older sister from another mother, she was always there for me and always helped me with advice, how grateful I am to have her in my life. The haters who criticize her are idiots, they feel entitled to criticize people they have never met in their lives.

- Kel, I don't know what to do anymore. It's been really hard to see photos of Joe at parties and events with his friends, enjoying himself like there's no tomorrow, meanwhile I have to deal with two children calling for their father and I'm not much different, I'm crying every day. 

- Anna, it's past time for you to be more combative in confrontations with him. Does this idiot not realize that he is destroying your family again? He forgets that you forgave him that time, is he doing the same thing again? Look..

- What do you mean Kelly, what is he doing again? What do you know, say it???

- Oh shit, I was thinking about the right way to tell you Anna. You know that my sister lives in Miami, right?

- Yes, I know, but what does that have to do with it?

- So... Anna, I don't know how I'm going to tell you

- Speak up, Kelly! The older woman sighs before making the revelation - she was with her fiancé at a club in Miami, and when she went to get a drink at the bar, she saw Joe in a circle with several women, one of them She was even sitting on his lap. His friends were also there, she was in disbelief when she saw that the woman who was on his lap wasn't you and was willing to go to him to ask questions, but her fiance didn't let her, she ended up taking a photo to prove it. -Kelly then sends the photo to Anna, who is so shocked to see the photo, that she freezes

- Anna, Anna, are you feeling ill? Answer me- Kelly speaks desperately 

- He broke my trust…again

- Anna, I received the photo on the same day as the party, but I was so confused about how to tell you, that it took me days. I didn't even show Max, you know what he would be able to do, since when I started dating his brother, I only hear him talk about how he hates Joe and that if he could he would break his legs.

- I don't even know if Max needs to know these details, all I don't want is more problems. Kelly, I just know that I need to get out of Cincinnati urgently, I need to think about how I'm going to confront Joe again.

- You know that our house is always open for you here in Monaco, right? Penelope loves Joshua and Amelie, she will love them here to play together

- You're right, I'll arrange my ticket now. It won't do any good now, Joe is going to stay out of the house most of the time, why can't I?

- That's my girl. Let me know the day of your departure, let me pick you up at the airport

Anna packed her and the children's bags and headed to Monaco, where she would stay at Max and Kelly's house. She warned Joe about the trip, on the pretext of taking her children to visit her family and go watch Max's races, and to no surprise, Burrow was indifferent. 

 The Dutchwoman felt very light and happy on the European continent, she was able to see her family and friends, and went to watch several of Max's races, but she had a mission, and Kelly was her assistant on this journey. They were willing to prove that Joe was cheating again, and came up with a very meticulous plan. They hired a private detective to follow Joe's every step, tracked his cell phone, and, in addition, got access to the list of events he was going to be a guest at, and, as Kelly already lived in the USA and had friends there, she called her acquaintances to be at these events as informants on Joe's every move. And it didn't take long for the evidence to appear, the detective sent several photos of Joe at secret parties with many women, they had access to messages of him talking to many women, be they anonymous women, sub-celebrities and even high-ranking Hollywood celebrities, in addition to the reports of informants. To improve the situation, the famous gossip profile Deuxmoi began publishing information about Joe's betrayals, not surprising Anna and Kelly, who already knew everything that was happening, but when the news reached Max, he became possessed and called to Joe, sparking a huge argument.

- I'm going to kill you son of a bitch, you get ready when I see you. I'm going to bring my sister and nephews back to Europe, they won't stay in Cincinnati for another second.- The driver shouts into the phone

- It's a situation that your sister and I have to resolve alone, you don't get involved, understand? Take charge of your own life, as a public person you also know that people make up rumors.- Joe says irritated 

- Anyone who doesn't know you should buy you Joe, your good guy mask has fallen off a long time ago, only deluded idiots believe in you. You're shit, trash, a failure who won't get anywhere, meanwhile Mahomes is winning titles after titles, that's it, character is for few. - the Dutchman continues arguing with Joe.

The exposure of Joe's betrayals gains another chapter, when Deuxmoi again publishes information from a source in which Joe was seen with an Onlyfans model called a babydoll in Los Angeles. Again, no surprise for Anna, she had access to hot photos of them in a luxurious motel and trying to be as discreet as possible, but the attempt failed, as they had no idea that an elaborate scheme was in action to capture the betrayals. After the exposure, Joe immediately stopped following Babydoll, but the woman had a bad conscience and looked for Anna and revealed the whole truth, that she and Joe had been seeing each other for months, that she ended up hooking up with both him and Nick Bosa in Florida, but Joe had told her he was divorced. This was the last straw for Anna to prove that Joe was really a scoundrel and that he hadn't changed at all. 

 With all the evidence recorded and captured, Anna knew that she needed to face Joe again and end this toxic marriage once and for all, because she didn't deserve it and didn't need to go through this, she knew she didn't need to. When she gets home, Joe is sitting on the couch shaking, she walks past him, puts the kids in their room and turns on the television for them, and when she comes back, he starts to explain himself.

- Honey, about the gossip, no.

- Joe, there's no point in explaining my love. I already know everything.

- How do you know? - he says stuttering

- Well, let's say that during this time away from home, I discovered myself as a true CSI, devised a sensational investigation plan and got all the evidence? - when she finishes her response, she throws a huge folder at him, containing the entire dossier of photos, prints of messages and reports from the informants who were following him. As he turned each page, Joe became more and more white, he couldn't believe it, Anna did a heavy investigation on him.

- Funny, I was trying to understand why my husband was being so rude to me, but then everything became very clear to me, it was his guilty conscience, no no, I was wrong, it's because there was too much vagina to handle, right Joe?

- Anna…

- Shut up, I'm the one talking now. You had no respect for me when I was pregnant with your children, I almost lost Amelie because of you, and again you have no shame in your disgusting face when you expose us to ridicule again, but this time Joe, for me it is final , it's over, that's enough, now our conversation is in court, in a little while I'll call my lawyer to speed up the divorce process. IT'S OVER- you scream at him

-Anna listen to me please- he starts to cry

- I can't believe your Judas tears Joe, it was you who destroyed your family just for promiscuous moments of pleasure, now you have to bear the consequences. Now our conversation is in court, we have to look at the pension values, shared custody and the sharing of assets. And I'm warning you, pack your bags and get out, this is my house and the children's, if you want, you can go live with your thousands of lovers, now you have several houses. Come on, come on, go away, bye- she pushes him to the stairs.

Joe goes upstairs crying compulsively, he deeply regretted hurting and hurting Anna, but it was too late, now that he woke up to the reality that his family was destroyed as a result of his actions, and now he would have to deal with this burden for himself. the rest of your life. Anna was left alone in that huge mansion, with two young children and a broken heart, but she has enough strength to pick herself up and move forward, and with the support of her family, true friends, her children and her work, she was going to get by find yourself and be happy again.

[op-smash-or-pass]

Welcome to One Piece smash or pass

This is based off of @fe-smashorpass except with One Piece characters here are the guidelines:

-Each day we will have 2 characters be chosen for smash or pass. The polls will last for a week.

-Obviously I am skipping: Animals/Minks, Children, characters that look like children, and dwarfs(Any character that is over the age of 18 after the timeskip we will use those designs)

-You guys can send me asks! Honestly I don’t know how quick I’ll respond to them but go ahead! It can be about anything (yes including headcannons + ships)

We also have a popularity poll going on! Here

Some important tags: #OP smash or pass (where you can find all the current and previous polls)

#Inbox trick or treating- the trick or treat event that went on

#Rosi’s holiday exchange- Holiday event that went on

Below are some FAQ’s that might pop up:

Q: how are you keeping track of the characters? How will you prevent from repeats?

A: I spent four hours making a spreadsheet and tried to weed out all the characters we can’t post here. If a character I missed pops up and I post it I’ll take it down and post a new one.

Q: What else are you a fan of?

A: I’m really into Coral island as of late. Fire emblem has always had a special place in my heart. I also have been playing a ton of Identity V as of late. (I’m a college student so I can really only watch anime)

Q: Are we allowed to ask you things not about One piece?

A: Yes but please keep it to a minimal, I love answering questions but remember this is a One Piece gimick blog first

Q: Are you gonna make a spreadsheet of the most smashable characters?

A: Yes! I have a friend who is willing to do it! Plus at the end I have something else planned :]

Q: Are we allowed to request characters?

No, I’m going in alphabetical order, but if I miss someone please let me know! Though if you want people to smash or pass your One Piece OC’s I can do that!

Q: What characters are we including?

A: As long as they fit in our categories and have a photo of them, they are welcome in this. So yes we have some movie characters but not a lot.

I have decided Momonosuke will not be in this poll because he has the mindset of a child

Q: Why are you doing this?

A: I’m jobless, bored, and hyper fixating hard. Also I thought it would be fun. Plus I wanna get a consensus on characters

Q: Do you have an age limit on this blog?

A: Not really, though if you are a minor and try to argue about this being NSFW then…unfollow idc it’s just a silly poll

Q: The series is still running what about future chapters with characters?

A: I’ll add them to the end of the list and we’ll circle back to them once my main list is done.

Q: How many characters are in this poll?

A: 1000+ most are male there’s only about 250 women in this poll. And yes I checked EVERY big mom child

Q: How are we incorporating Zoan devil fruits in this?

A: As long as they have a human form we will be using them. But the lab made zoan fruits were gonna go with how they look

Cheetah for legs: ❌ Ox for stomach: ✅

Q: Why are people smashing XYZ?

A: Idfk it’s Tumblr man, have you seen the bitches these people are into??

Q: I came from TikTok are you redo’ing any polls?

A: Nope! As long as I didn’t mess up the photo or made the poll one day we aren’t redoing any characters.

Q: I have a friend who you blocked why did you do that?

A: They probably shipped Coralaw, DoffyCora, or some other illegal ass ship, we’re a pornbot, or straight up being racist. Just don’t be fucking weird man and I won’t block you. I love shipping but if your shipping something illegal I’m gonna block you.

Q: Why is Corazon the profile photo?

A: I think he’s hot + idk heart theme kinda fits. And he has some good alts so I can do Halloween and spring themes

Info about OP:

Hello! You can call me Deer/Rafiel (Raffy) /Michael/ or Rosinante!!

I am trans masc and use He/they/it/thing pronouns! Though just He/they is fine too!

I am in my first year of college majoring in creative writing leaning towards video game scrips with a minor in digital art.

This account is run by a DID system and the fictive host Rosinante. Though please do not ask questions about our system due to privacy reasons.

I’m still catching up on the One Piece manga (caught up on the anime), so I apologize if I don’t know the manga characters

Dni:

-Homophobes/transphobes

-Proshippers (fancy way of saying illegal ships)

-Racists

- People telling me how to run my blog

-Coralaw shippers

-Trump supporters

[zwei-association-official]

*you are greeted by the sounds of hustle and bustle of various fixers and civilians as you enter the office building. You a greeted by the receptionist in a tone that couldn't sound anymore robotic or disinterested if they tried."

Hello, Welcome to the Zwei Association Headquarters.

If you are here for a prior arrangement please wait in the lobby to your left. If you are here for our currently open contracts, the contract board is to your right.

Otherwise just take one of these forms and go fill it out... over there... or something.

*the receptionist vaguely gestures to a stack of papers besides their desk labeled "questions and requests"*

Hmmm.... oh yeah, and remember we are "Your Shield".

*behind them is a corkboard dotted with various reminder notes and stickers, as well as a framed picture labeled "Employee of the month"*

OP here. Yep this is an askblog for Zwei Association. My first time ever running something like this so please be patient with me on somethings.

I'll try to have ooc stuff be handled this way, in these little indented blocks past the "read more" and possibly the tags. I don't know yet, I'll figure it out as I go.

As for no goes/guidelines: no NSFW obviously, don't be an asshole. Nothing illegal or anything like that. Do try your best to make it pretty obvious who you're talking too/if you're talking in character cause I will admit sometimes that can just go straight over my head. And overall just play nice.

Also yes I am willing to change out the "Employee of the month" picture on request. I'll even do OCs as long as they're zwei themed. Just note that i might not do it right away cause I kinda want there to be some time between changes if that makes sense

Lastly Here's a link to a bunch all the characters walking around the association, just to help give you an idea of what's going on and who's on the table. EDIT: Hey would you look at that a whole bunch for PM themed askblogs have showed up \(￣︶￣*\)). for those who want to check some of them out here's a convenient placeholder link created by 7association-was-here that links to a bunch of them. go give some of them a look when you get the time

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 18: 33

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: Between episode 16 of season 10 "Paint It Black" and episode 17 of season 10 "Inside Man"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

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"Sam!!!" I grab my gun and run through the bunker's hallways.  It's the middle of the night and I didn't even have time to put on some shoes.  I bump into Sam, who is already in front of Dean's room. His state is similar to mine - bare feet and messy hair. We look at each other and he opens the door to the room. Dean is trashing in his bed obviously having a nightmare. I try to step in the room and wake him up, but Sam stops me pointing to his right hand. He is clenching it in a fist. After a couple of seconds, the screaming stops and Sam closes the door. "It's getting worse." I say to Sam when he starts walking back to his room. "I know."  He simply replies without looking back at me.

I enter the bar. Yes, a bar. Me. "Hey, Even!" "Hey, Nat!" The bartender greets me. I have been here a couple of times before with Sam and Dean. But tonight… I'm alone. "I'll have one… whatever your oldest scotch is…" He pours me a glass and looks at me suspiciously. "Leave the bottle." "Are you ok?" He asks. "I thought you don't drink or I have never seen you drink before." "I don't… but I do today… it's kinda tradition…"

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I place my phone on the counter and look at the date on the screen - April 11. I'm officially 33. I grab the glass waiting for me at the bar and drink it in one take. "Hi there, little shadow." I hear a familiar Irish accent. But it can't be him! I turn around and I can't believe my eyes.  It is him! My cousin Shane is standing right in front of me. I jump from the barstool and hug him. "What are you doing here?" "Keeping the tradition!" He answers me with a smile. "I was nearby, anyway. Besides, nothing was able to make me break that tradition before, I am not breaking it now." I hug him again and he whispers in my ear "Happy birthday, cous!" We sit at a table in the corner so we can talk freely, me with my glass of scotch, him with a bottle of beer. This will be his only drink for tonight. It's usually me, dragging his drunk ass home. But not tonight. Not on that cursed day. Tonight he is watching over me, so in one single night of the year I can forget about my duty, my destiny, my fate, my need to be in control. "Why are you here?" I ask him "We are not talking about work tonight. You know the rules!" I smile widely at him. He made those rules a while back and strictly keeps them and makes sure I do too. We are talking and laughing, remembering different stories from our childhood when I see Dean approaching us. His jaw pressed tied, murder in his eyes. What now!

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"I'm not supposed to be here." Shane quickly whispers to me. "I'm well aware…" I whisper back. "Just… behave!?" "Hey!" Dean greets us. "What are you doing here?" He asks me eyeing my glass. "I'm just catching up with an old friend." "Thomas Frost." Shane stands up from the table offering his hand to Dean. "Sophie worked on a security project for my company… five years ago?" He turns to me pretending to not remember. I know this scenario. We had played it dozens of times before. "More like seven." I smile at him. "Brian." Dean offers a fake name too. "Sophie is currently working on a security project for me." He continues, keeping my real identity in secret not knowing he is talking to another operator working for The Order. "Why don't you join us?" Shane offers sitting back down and I kick him under the table.  He is breaking his own rules!  No work!  No prophecies!  No man I'm supposed to kill! "I'm sure Brian needs to go." I'm staring at Dean hoping he will get the message and leave. "He has an important meeting early tomorrow. And I'm sure he prefers to have a good night's sleep instead of hanging around us." "In fact I would like to join you…" Dean starts but I look at him with a pleading face. I don't want to spend this night spinning lies and playing roles. "But Sophie is right, I need to be up really early tomorrow and I suspect if I stay, that's not going to happen." I smile at him thankful for his decision. "Have a nice evening, you two." He walks out of the bar to his car. "I'm going to kill you!" I hisses at my cousin. "What were you thinking!?" "So… this is Dean?" He smirks at me ignoring my tantrum. "How are the things between you two?" "Non-existing!" "I don't think he will agree with you about that. Does he know?" "We are not talking about Dean tonight! Remember? The rules? Your rules!" I put an end to this conversation.

We are in the bar until it closes. Then Shane googles the nearest fountain. It's another tradition, to toss a coin making a wish. I giggle when he starts tickling me when I refuse to tell him my wish. I'm so glad he is here with me on that day. He is not just my cousin, he is my best friend, my big brother. The only person I don't have to pretend to be strong when I'm around. "I don't want you to leave yet." I tell him when we walk out of the park. "I missed you so much… I don't know if I can do this alone." "I missed you too." He hugs me and continues to walk down the street. "You know, we have a tail, right?" He asks me with a mischievous voice. "We had it all night. Are you sure your boy knows that there is nothing between you two?" He mocks me. "I'm drunk, not blind!" I hiss. Him playing a matchmaker is the most annoying thing ever. My head starts to spin and I trip on my own feet. "I believe it's time for you to go to bed."

"Stela is pregnant!" I blurt out the moment he closes the door of the hotel room. "What!" "Fuck! I was dying to tell it to someone all day." I breathe out in relief. "But it's like I haven't told you!" I point my finger at him, swaying a little on my feet. "You have to act surprised when she tells you!" "That's great!" He exclaims and lifts me, spinning me around. "You are going to be an aunt… I'm going to be an uncle! When did she tell you?" "This morning. They were waiting for all the tests to come back and they wanted to tell me on my birthday. They hadn't told anyone yet. It's going to be a boy! They are having a little boy! Can you believe it…" I laugh but the pain in my chests is growing with every little molecule of air entering my lungs. I'm never going to have the chance to be an aunt.  I'll never see my beautiful nephew.  I'm not going to buy him little tiny shoes.  I'm not going to take him to the park.  To play video games with him.  To build planes.  To read books.  To spoil him.  To hug him. For the first time I allow myself to mourn my lost future.  My legs buckle but before my knees can hit the ground, Shane catches me. My tears are falling soundlessly from my eyes while my cousin holds me tight to his chests.  We sit like that on the floor for a long time. None of us saying anything. I fall asleep like that, exhausted from keeping the facade of a strong warrior. "You are the strongest person I know." I hear Shane whispering before the sleep takes over me completely. "And I'm not giving up on you." Then I hear something about Charlie being on to something. But at that point I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or not.  I must be dreaming. Shane doesn't know Charlie…

I walk out of the bar to my car. I sit in the driver's seat and grip the wheel tight. Ema is in a bar…  Drinking…  With some guy…  I should have stayed…  But… She obviously didn't want me there.  She was drinking!  She doesn't drink! Why is she drinking with him? She may not want me there, but I can't just go back to the bunker.

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Ema and Thomas are the last to leave the bar. She is swaying a little on her feet but she can walk by herself.  I follow them to a park where they stop in front of a fountain. Ema is laughing the entire time. I have never seen her so happy. So alive. So free.  I'm kind of jealous of this man. Jealous because he can see her like this. Jealous because she is like that with him. They exit the park and he hugs her across her shoulders and she leans her head on his chest. The anger is growing inside me with every second. Metatron's words pop in my head without a warning. "Your little soulmate"... Soulmate…  She is mine…  Mine… They stop in front of a hotel and he pulls her closer.  I grip the steering wheel harder. My knuckles going white. I'm about to storm out of the car and drag her back to the bunker…  Tear him apart…  Shred him to ribbons…  A familiar British accent sounds from the passenger seat. "What are we doing spying on The Order's greatest pride and joy?" Crowley is sitting next to me.  "So… this is where she is? I heard the rumors that she disappeared a few months ago. What's the little princess doing here?" "What do you want?" I grunt at him. "I have to talk with you…" "Crowley, not now…" I don't hear a word of Crowley's speech. Ema had vanished in the hotel and I'm debating if I should go after her. "Dean?" Crowley demands. "Did you hear anything of what I said?" "No!" I snap at him. "I'm not in the mood for your games, Crowley!" "I'll see you at the bar tomorrow night. We really need to talk. It's about The Mark." He says before he disappears. Ema is no longer in front of the hotel.  I decide that driving around is a better solution then storming after her.

Chapter 19: You again! >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter Nine: A Tangled Web - In which Nobunaga trolls, Hideyoshi fumes, Mitsuhide teases and Mitsunari soothes. In other words, situation ... normal?

Mitsunari x OC; Nobunaga x Mai

Previous Chapter

Logline - In order to protect a political alliance, Katusko and Mitsunari must pretend an engagement. But this “all business” arrangement is threatened by a coup against Nobunaga… and by feelings.

From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…

Reconnaissance: to explore beyond the area occupied by friendly forces to gain vital information about enemy forces or features of the environment for later analysis and/or dissemination.

Personal comments: Due to an accidental reconnaissance mission, I learned that Lady Okatsu is soft, like Kitty.

The spider incident, as it was going to be called so in my mind forever, continued to reverberate throughout the halls of Genba. Both Hideyoshi and Mai had hurried to tell Nobunaga the story – Hideyoshi’s version accompanied by sputters of anger and Mai’s by giggles. Depending on whose story you listened to, I was either a wicked flirt or half of a charming love story. Neither were true, but who knew which one Nobunaga would choose to listen to.

Nobunaga looked from me to Mitsunari for a long moment. I lifted my chin, braced for a potential lecture, but determined to defend myself if necessary. I had done nothing wrong. The true antagonist was now a smear on the bottom of Lady Yone’s sandal. Finally, his face completely solemn, Nobunaga turned to Hideyoshi. “What other behavior can you expect out of … newlywebs.”

That set off a fresh round of uncontrollable giggles from Mai, but I was too surprised to laugh. Nobunaga had punned. It was out of character for anything I had known or heard about him.  Mai must be a bigger influence than I thought. In any case, his was the final word on the matter, so the five of us continued on to the main hall, where we were placed at the front end of a long table that ran the length of the room.

Throughout the meal, Mai continued to tease me, in an increasingly wild and animated fashion and until I finally asked, “Are you really this amused, or have you had too much sake?”

She paused to gaze into her cup. “Both.”

On my other side, Mitsunari played miserably with his food. Our misadventure had basically set things back to square one. Once he realized where his instinctive spider hunt had led, he’d apologized, looked at his feet, and apologized again. Those had been the last words I’d heard from him all night.

I’d have to fix that… later. Later, when I was not busy avoiding Hideyoshi’s eyes. It was obvious he hadn’t believed the spider story, even after we all watched it scuttle out from under my kimono. Maybe he thought I had put it there myself.

Across the room from us, Shohime was looking as wretched as Mitsunari – although she had a better excuse, as she was sandwiched between Lade Yone (brrrr!) and an old man who leered down the front of her kimono. If that man was anything like her father, I didn’t blame her misery. Was that man the Daimyo she was engaged to?

It was understandable that Mozumi wouldn’t want her married to Mitsunari, who though regarded as an up-and-coming strategist, hadn’t proven himself yet. But I wondered if she would have otherwise been happy as a prize in her father’s plan to gain a powerful alliance. That was how things were done in this time – in fact, that kind of marriage would probably be better than being traded into a hostage union. Shohime likely had been raised to expect and accept this as her future.

Obviously, I had not been raised that way and instinctively, I wanted to help her. Yes, my job was to make sure she stayed away from Mitsunari… but she shouldn’t be stuck with a lecherous old man like her father either. I turned to Mai. “Has Shohime mentioned anything about the man her father plans to ally her with? Is it one of those old men over there?”

“It can’t be – she said he would be arriving tomorrow. And yes, he’s old… but when I asked ‘how old’ she said he was about Nobunaga’s age. Which I guess seems old to a seventeen-year-old, but…” she patted Nobunaga’s arm. “This one is definitely in his prime.” Then she looked over at Shohime, who was making a show of brave martyrdom. “Feeling guilty? Oh, what a tangled web we weave.”

It was unprincesslike, but I had to roll my eyes. “Don’t quote poets who have yet to be born. It took me years to train the twenty-first century idioms out of my speech pattern… oh, and by the way, avoid being alone with Mozumi if you can manage it.” I explained what happened with the pillow book.

“Ew.” Then she patted Nobunaga’s arm again. “So… which shelf were those books kept on? Nobunaga and I might find something … interesting to read.”

#TMI

“Did I hear you mention my name?” The man in question turned away from his conversation with Hideyoshi and smiled down at her. Whoa… even with the prior evidence of his punmanship, it was jarring to see how much he had changed from the stern, uncompromising man I had met in Osaka earlier this summer. Not that I didn’t think his stern, uncompromising side was gone… just… no longer his default.

“Okatsu and I were just discussing some of the books she found in the library,” Mai answered him with a giggle.

“My name came up?” He brushed a lock of hair out of her face.

“What kind of book?” Hideyoshi apparently didn’t even need to hear the conversation to leap to conclusions. Ok, his conclusion that the books were a bit… naughty… was correct, but it wasn’t as if I had sought them out.

I decided to just to yeet my way out of this conversation. Otherwise, I was certain he’d find something else to blame me for. “Mai thought some of them sounded like good bedtime reading.”

She whispered something in Nobunaga’s ear, and I looked away to give them at least the illusion of privacy. Hideyoshi too, turned his face from them – but before he did, I caught the flash of pain in his eyes. It was the look of a man who wanted what he could not have and hated himself for doing so.

He loves her too.

That didn’t explain, or excuse his attitude toward me, or his micromanaging ways, but it at least made him seem a little more human. No way would he appreciate that I’d clocked his feelings though, so I directed my focus on the man who was supposed to be the love of my life…

…just in time to see Mitsunari’s elbow heading for impact with his nearly empty soup bowl. I automatically shifted it out of the danger zone. Mitsunari froze and looked at my hand on his bowl. “Lady Okatsu, you do that a lot… am I correct?”

I didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Honestly, it’s instinctive at this point… but would you prefer I didn’t?”

“I’d rather I didn’t make it necessary.” He shrunk into himself, his posture a portrait of dejection. Oh boy. Aside from the fact that we were supposed to look like we were enjoying each other’s company, I felt terrible for causing his distress.

From across the table, Hideyoshi gave me a ‘what did you do this time look.’ It was none of his business, so I ignored him and gave Mitsunari my full attention. Some people were just clumsy and there was no solution to that, but Masamune had told me that Mitsunari was an adaptive genius when it came to sword fighting. Maybe giving him a new way of thinking about things would be helpful. “Pretend your meal is a sparring match and your goal is not to come into any accidental contact with anything on the table.”

Sort of a ‘floor is lava’ thing, only with dishes.

He was quiet a moment, although I imagined the gears were whirring in his mind, then he gave me a smile of such brilliance that it made my heart hurt. “Thank you, Lady Okatsu. I will try that.”

After dinner, Hideyoshi took Mitsunari off to consult about something, leaving me with some unexpected free time. As much as I had come to like Mitsunari and the majority of the Azuchi warlords (the jury was still out on Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide), I wasn’t used to spending so much time in the company of others. So, I took a short stroll out to the stables to say hello to my horse.

I wasn’t the only one who had made the stables their destination. It looked like Hikosane had escaped his tutor or nurse or page or whoever was responsible for him most of the day. The kid was halfway to falling into the stall that housed Nobunaga’s horse.

“Careful there!” I helped Hikosane before he tipped right into the stall. Nobunaga’s horse was even-tempered, but… “No horse likes to be startled.”

Then I took a quick step back and bowed, because I had put my hands on him without permission. In this era, such an act could have resulted in a sentence of execution. Luckily, Hikosane was also even-tempered, with a rather adult like way of speaking, and he formally thanked me for my assistance. “Did you come from the banquet? Is it still going on?”

The eating was over. The drinking had barely begun. “Yes, and no, but most of the vassals and your father are still in there.”

He glanced over his shoulder to the main castle building. “That is good.” His demeanor switched back to child-like. “I don’t want to go to bed yet.”

I showed him that I had a handful of dried fruit. “Do you want to help me feed my horse? She’s not as impressive as Nobunaga’s mount, but she is sturdy and surefooted.”

Hikosane nodded, and the two of use made our way to Moonlight’s stall.

“She’s friendly.” Hikosane smiled as Moonlight, sensing the fruit, nudged him with her nose.

“Yes, usually she’s a nice horse, although she hates getting wet.” Moonlight could be a total bitch when it rained.

“I don’t like it either,” Hikosane confided. “I hate baths.”

“But… you wouldn’t get even with the person bathing you by dumping them in a mud puddle, would you?” Moonlight had done that to me on more than one occasion. “Moonlight would. And has.”

The boy laughed. He seemed like such a serious child that I was glad I had been able to provide him with a moment of amusement. “I like you, Lady Okatsu.”

“I like you too, Hikosane.” I wasn’t a huge fan of very small children, but they did tend to becoming interesting around age nine or ten.

There was a rustling from another stall – not one where there was a horse, and I caught a quick glimpse of long dark hair. Ah right. Mitsuhide had said he was sending Kyubei along. Well, I didn’t have much to report, but once Hikosane left, I’d let him know what was going on so far.

“Perhaps one day when I’m the Daimyo, I’ll marry you.” It was said with complete deadpan seriousness. Hikosane might just as easily have said, ‘maybe I’ll have fish for breakfast tomorrow.’

But.. uh, what?

“Hikosane, I’m already engaged. And by the time you’re old enough to marry, I will be too old, and you wouldn’t want me anyway.” However, I didn’t want to hurt the kid’s feelings, so I added, “And, I will be sad about that, then.”

“An engagement doesn’t mean a marriage.” Hikosane had returned to that mini-adult personality. “I believe that my father would break Shohime’s engagement if he could convince Nobunaga to take her as one of his wives. And it would be a good thing for her if that happened, because I do not like the man she is to marry.”

I filed away that last thing he said to think about later, because my brain had needle scratched on the Nobunaga part of the sentence. But before I could question him any further, a retainer came and bore Hikosane off to bed.

One…two…three…

Once I had completed a ten count, I directed my voice to the stall where Kyubei was hiding. “Did you get all that?”

His head popped up and he peered over the stable wall. “I would have had to have significant hearing loss to have missed it. Impressive accomplishment, Okatsu, to have received two marriage proposals in a month.”

The dark wig looked natural enough, but there was no disguising those amber eyes and the teasing in his voice. “Changed your mind about the situation, or were you and Kyubei always planning to switch places?” I would bet all of my money (not that I have much of it) that Hideyoshi didn’t know Mitsuhide was here.

“I needed Kyubei to be elsewhere.” He hopped out of the stall and leaned against a post. Heck, put a piece of straw between his teeth and he could easily pass as an extra in a western musical. Hm. An elegant extra.

Many questions were in my head, but those could wait. “Am I completely wrong in thinking that any overture from Mozumi advancing Shohime as a wife would receive a categorical no?” It was clear how much Nobunaga loved Mai, but that wouldn’t rule out a second wife. “I don’t see any advantage to it. Although I suppose he could offer exclusive rights to the silver mine.”

“He could. It wouldn’t be the wisest strategy.” Mitsuhide picked up a fallen piece of fruit and fed it to my horse. “I’ll investigate that further, as from what I’ve gathered from the servants, Mozumi’s not particularly intelligent, so any talk of aligning Shohime with Nobunaga is wishful thinking on his part.”

“His archives, is, as advertised, rather expansive, but I got the sense most of what is in there was collected by his father, and he only adds to it out of habit, not out of inclination or love of reading… except for a certain type of literature.” For the second time, I had to tell the story about Mozumi’s pillow books and his clumsy pass at me.

Unlike Mai, Mitsuhide kept his face expressionless as I described the incident, though once I finished the story, he reverted to teasing. “Not interested in those books yourself?” He raised his eyebrow at me (which annoyed me, as the single eyebrow raise was a skill I had attempted and failed to master).

“Princess Okatsu is above such things.” Whereas Katsuko… well, love took a back seat to not-dying. “And I ensured that Mozumi thought I was too stupid or naïve to understand.”

“I didn’t anticipate that you would have to put up with that sort of behavior – the Oda name ought to have been enough to protect you. I’ll give you a standard, Hideyoshi-style be careful warning, but will step back from any insinuation that you can’t handle him.” Then he spoiled that perfectly acceptable speech by adding, “hopefully better than you can handle intruders of the eight-legged variety.”

“Do I have permission to be insubordinate and tell you to shut up?” I swear by the time I left this gig, I would be remembered as The Girl with the Spider Tit-too.

He slanted a cool glance that told me not to push him too far. “I believe you just did.”

Turning the topic to more pressing issues, I asked, “Any new instructions? Or should I just continue to stay alert?”

“The latter for now. If you see anyone spinning lies, you may feel free to catch them in your web.” He then effectively ended the conversation by disappearing into that empty stall.

I stood there for a moment trying to come up with a capper pun to that, then gave up and headed back to the room, only to be stopped in my tracks by Hideyoshi. “Okatsu.” Aware that he preferred the formalities, I bowed to him. What did he want? “You shouldn’t be wandering around a strange castle at night. It’s not safe.”

“Oh. I was just checking on my horse.” As for the rest of his statement, I could take care of myself, but knew Hideyoshi would not appreciate that being pointed out. “I’m going back to our room now.”

“See that you do.” I’d half turned to continue on my way, when he called after me. “Mitsunari told me what happened with Mozumi. I’m sorry.”

“Why? It had nothing to do with you.” Unless he was apologizing on behalf of the entire male sex.

“You should never be subjected to unwanted attention.” He paused a moment, then clarified. “No one should.”

“You’re right, Lord Hideyoshi. Thank you.” I bowed again and hurried on my way. Hideyoshi and I might be socially incompatible, but I’d never questioned that underneath that bossy exterior, he was a good person.

When I finally reached the room (after a creepy trek up that dark staircase), Mitsunari was still awake, and reading (no surprise there). He apologized again for chasing the spider down my clothes.

Enough about the spider. “It’s ok. Really. I know it was an accident.” I tried to lighten things up a bit. “Could have been worse. Could have been a snake.” I retreated behind the screen to change into my night clothing.

“Are you afraid of snakes?” Mitsunari’s voice floated over the side of the screen.

“Only if they are poisonous. It was more that I was thinking a whole snake would have been pretty annoying in my clothes.” I tightened the sash on my kimono, imagined a snake in there and shuddered. Ok. I might be slightly more squicked out by snakes than spiders. They’re so… slithery.

After emerging from the screen, I dithered a moment over where to put my futon. I didn’t want to crowd Mitsunari (or myself, for that matter) but this room did not lock, so the potential of servants walking in and catching the engaged couple sleeping on opposite sides of the room was fairly high.

Eventually, I settled for placing my futon perpendicular to his, so that the tops met at the corner. Our heads would be near, but there was no danger of one of us accidentally rolling onto the other, or, more likely, me kicking him while I tossed and turned.

Mitsunari had stopped reading to watch me. I nearly asked him if he was ok with this set up, but he’d already expressed dismay the last time I asked. If he had a problem, he would have to tell me. Instead, I told him about finding Mitsuhide in the stables.

“Did he explain why?” Mitsunari did that instant change to tactician.

Hm, he hadn’t. He’d only explained why Kyubei was not there. “No. Simply that he’d originally planned to send Kyubei, but that he needed Kyubei to go somewhere else.”

“It is always a good idea to have an undisclosed agent in reserve if you are unsure of your territory.” He watched as I arranged my blanket and crawled into my futon. “Are you going to sleep now? Should I blow out the lantern?”

“If you want to keep reading, go ahead. It likely won’t make any difference.” Insomnia is an evil bitch. I got as comfortable as I could.

Mitsunari elected to blow out the light and the room was instantly pitch black. It was cloudy outside, but even if it had been a bright moonlit night, very little light would come through the tiny slitted windows. In the dark, it seemed like every noise was multiplied tenfold. I could hear Mitsunari settling in his bedding, the soft inhale and exhale of his breathing, as well as other further away, household noises, like the building settling into the ground, and the padding of footsteps outside. I listened to those steps, as they went past our door without slowing or pause, so, likely a servant or someone heading to their own room.

As the night lengthened, Mitsunari’s breathing became slow and even and I used its metronomic quality to relax into my own slumber…

How much time has passed? It was as dark as ever … my knees and elbows bumped against the side of the crate. My nose was centimeters from the lid. Yeah, I really needed to move around. I grabbed the latch and –

The lid didn’t budge.

I tried the latch again, and again. No, it was unlatched, but the lid wasn’t moving. It was like there was something on top of the… another crate maybe? I pushed on the lid harder, but I couldn’t move it. That’s when I started kicking.

Nothing.

My breath started to come out in sobs – was I trapped in here? How many crates was my crate under? How long would it be before someone came to get them? If I screamed, would anyone hear me?

My throat constricted…

Time passed – I lost track. I phased in an out of nightmare filled dreams and dreams of rescues that became living nightmares when I woke up again and faced the emptiness and the dark and the walls. I could sense the weight of the other crates pushing on the top and the sides of this one, shrinking it… in moments, it would collapse in upon itself, upon me and-

I woke myself up with a gasp of choked air, that followed the receding nightmare. The same one. The crate. The dark. The walls pressing in. It regularly visited me and loved taking advantage of nights when I was in an unfamiliar room. Reflexively, I reached out to reassure myself that I was surrounded by air, not walls.

“Okatsu? Is anything wrong?” Mitsunari’s half-awake question floated to me like a fresh breeze.

You are not alone.

“I’m fine. Sorry. Did I wake you up?” Hopefully I hadn’t talked, or worse, screamed in my sleep. That would be humiliating.

“Yes, but I don’t mind. Did you have a nightmare?” There was a rustle of fabric, then his voice sounded closer. He must have rolled onto his side to face me. “This is why you don’t sleep?”

How can he be so absentminded, and yet forget nothing?

Well, I was awake, and I don’t know, something about the soft darkness, and the sense of his gentle presence by my head made it easier to talk about things I’d normally deflect. “A few years ago, I got trapped in a crate for a day and I still have nightmares about that.” Not that I hadn’t already been a terrible sleeper, but that experience had made it worse.

Another rustle from Mitsunari then I felt his hand on the top of my head, patting me as if I were his cat. It was weird for a moment, then soothing, and I scooted closer and went with it.

“I’m sad that happened to you.” Mitsunari took a breath, then added, in his typical mix of curiosity and ignorance of conventional conversational boundaries. “Why were you stuck in a crate? Was it too small? I once got my hand stuck in Nobunaga’s candy jar.”

The image of Mitsunari blundering around with a jar stuck to his hand was a momentary distraction. “Was he upset?” I’d barely spent any time with the man, and even I knew how much he loved konpieto.

“No. Hideyoshi started using bigger jars, which resulted in more candy, so Nobunaga said he was pleased with my strategy.” Those fingers, no longer stuck in a jar, were still rhythmically stroking my hair, and the tension began to unravel and seep out of my limbs. “Why were you stuck in the crate?”

Right. I hadn’t answered him the first time. “It’s kind of a long story. It was part of a plan to rescue my brother, but things went wrong.” Horribly wrong. “Or I thought it was part of a plan to rescue my brother, but apparently it was actually a plan to get me out of the way, or even kill me… and no I don’t know why, but if I ever find the person who shut me in there, that’s one of the questions I plan to ask him.” Prior to killing him.

“This is why you like being outside or near windows, isn’t it?” Once again, he surprised me by making an unusually (for him) perceptive observation. I’d tried not to be obvious about my preference for the outdoors and being near windows, but I suppose Mitsunari had been paying more attention to me. For the sake of the masquerade, of course.

“Yes. That’s-” My response was interrupted by a yawn.

“Maybe you can sleep better now?” His voice was soft and kind – a security blanket in the night.

“I’ll try.” I closed my eyes again, this time not seeing the walls of the crate, but the memory of Mitsunari’s calm amethyst gaze. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome Okatsu.” Mitsunari had kept his hand in my hair, and the last sensation I remember before drifting off was that peaceful, gentle touch on my scalp.

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Thoughts on MK1

I'm going to try to go in chronological order, and I might miss something and make another post about it later but let's gooooo (obviously spoilers below).

I think the first half of the story is really good. Yes, it relies very heavily on tropes, but they serve the story well and work.

I love that Outworld is a matriarchal society and that Sindel is the ruling Empress, not the Emperor's consort. Not a huge fan that everything is also based on nepotism/everyone inheriting their position from their family. Apparently meritocracy does not exist in Outworld and I get the vibe that this is in fact by Liu Kang's design.

I don't like what a hypocrite Liu Kang is. He says everyone is 'free to choose peace' but literally all of the characters have had their lives manipulated in an attempt to force this 'peace'. But we're supposed to condemn anyone who doesn't like that. Yeah, honestly--Shang Tsung and Bi-Han are valid, I'll say it.

Which brings us to Bi-Han. Oh, Bi-Han. I really want to give him a cough drop, his throat must be so sore from gargling gravel all day (I say this lovingly). I actually don't hate Bi-Han's heel turn, I just think it needed more build up. It could've worked really well if we had spent more time with Bi-Han first. I'm probably going to make a longer post about this.

I do like the new Syzoth a lot… but he's a bit much. He's really on the edge of being a Wattpad OC with how tragic and pretty he is, his whole 'saddest boy in the world' thing. Immediately offering to just die made me cringe. But, you know, hopefully he'll have fun in Earthrealm with Ashrah and Kung Lao and chill out a bit.

Baraka's whole story slaps. It's easily the best part. It is tragic, but not overdone, it's over all really great. No complaints about that at all, I just wish there was more. But maybe we'll get a Baraka expansion where they do more about the Tarkat.

Ashrah is… not as good as she could be. I love her design, love her fighting style, love her story in general and LOVE that she's here. But uh… are we not gonna talk about how she thinks killing other demons to purify herself is fine? This feels like a bug when it should be a feature. I really want them to explore this, there's so much potential here. This will also be a longer post at some point.

Shang Tsung is that bitch. Love him. 11/10 SLAY FACTOR off the charts. NRS gave the people what they want. So glad he's our villain and not Kronika. God, that smirk. What a guy.

Megan's delivery is bad, but I don't think it's entirely her fault. People should've told her. And they shouldn't have given her a character that was so serious. She works very well with a sort of dry humor, they should've played to her strengths instead of… just letting that situation happen. Cut her some slack.

Why are Liu Kang/Kitana and Hanzo/Harumi being pushed as the 'tragic lovers separated in every timeline' when that's Bi-Han and Sareena??? Like. yeah. I'm biased. But Harumi was not even a character, and Liu Kang and Kitana were not tragically separated, they were together all the time??? They ruled the Netherrealm together??? I don't get it.

I really like how story mode acts as an origin story for some of the characters and you 'unlock' their powers. I also LOVE how they used it to tease new cosmetics.

Love it when they said the thing. "mortal kombat", "deadly alliance", "armageddon" yes yes yes.

Also loved when Johnny made call backs to the OG timelines, ie "the flesh pits". Johnny really is perfect for that.

Johnny and Kung Lao are perfect.

Kuai Liang and Tomas are such daddy's boys and I hate it for them. This will probably be expanded on in the Bi-Han post but shut. the fuck. up. about. your. dad. I hope Kuai Liang never becomes grand master. I'm so sorry Kuai Liang fans, but this version of him is NOT it.

Smoke using his power to levitate up the wall was unintentionally hilarious. Especially since he didn't use it to break his fall. Bro???

Everyone in the game kinda easy to lie to/convince, but this might be a feature. Liu Kang sorta 'raised' everyone to be guileless and kneecapped the development of anyone who might be manipulative. I'll let it pass but honestly, I don't think Liu Kang needed to provide 'proof' of anything.

The entire royal family needs to apologize to Li Mei right fucking now, I am so serious. They continually did her dirty when she was nothing but loyal, and questioned her even when she was saying shit Kitana already knew (that the thing with Earthrealm was a misunderstanding). Apology, or Li Mei enters her villain era. Fuck y'all.

Basically, Li Mei, Shang Tsung, Bi-Han and Baraka get to do whatever they want as far as I'm concerned. Everyone else, I'm keeping an eye on. Oh wait, no. Kung Lao can have rights too, bc he's hilarious. Yall stop sleeping on him.

Anyway, that's my takes, I'm sure I'll have more thoughts. Overall, story mode was actually great, and I think there's a lot they can build on for DLC or even course correct, so I'm excited to see where that goes. If yall want to know my thoughts on a specific plot point or character, feel free to hit up my asks, love to make long posts about this stuff.

[mxbo]

Me yapping about something that happened on TF2 today

I was playing casual TF2 with a friend now that there aren't as many bots (I SUCK like REAL BAD, so no way we're going to community servers, I would get OBLITERATED the second I stepped on one, also a lot of players on community servers dislike F2Ps for existing) and found a player who shares names with my light and it was really awesome

[ID: Meme recreating the interaction. There's me, my bestie, the random player we encountered and batman in the background because he was also there. My bestie says: “OMG! *redacted name*” and I reply: “Voice communication is not available for this account”]

(BTW, me and my bestie are not drawn with specific cosmetics, it's just our OC's/sonas dressed as the classes we were playing lol. Yes, he was pocketing me because I'm just THAT bad)

(BTWBTW, we didn't actually talk with them, just mentioned it in our private call because like it would be super weird to go “hey, you have my love's name”. Super creepy HASHSj. Worst case scenario, they wouldn't believe I actually have a partner and think I'm hitting on them or something. And women and people who pass as feminine because of username/voice already suffer enough on FPS games with people either insulting them or simping for them and not seeing them actual players but objects. Like I'm not risking (potentially) making their day worse ykwim)

Anyway, they had pink cosmetics and I think I shot a rocket at them at some point because I thought they were RED AHSA *insert video about the problem with team recognition*.

[ID: Screenshot of the random player with their name obviously censored not because of them, but because it would reveal my love's name and, like, I haven't consulted if I can just say it in a random Tumblr post AJSAHJ]

There was also a Soldier who had all the batman cosmetics and dominated me because of course JHS (they were super good at rocket jumping). I sadly didn't take a screenshot (THEY WERE SO FAST AND KILLED ME, I COULDN'T TAKE A SCREENSHOT) </3

Also, yeah, I'm a F2P until MY BESTIE DECIDES TO PAY FOR MY FRICKING PREMIUM UEYDEUEHR (hopefully this or next week).

Hate that I'm mute for the time being, tho. Because Valve thought not letting F2P accounts speak would solve the bot crisis for some reason some years ago. SPOILER: It didn't work, it just made the bots more difficult to identify and ruined the experience of a bunch of players (kids, people who can't pay for TF2 like me, and people who just play for fun and don't want to throw money at a corporation, which is completely valid). Thanks, Valve.

But also love the fact I own the title of worst TF2 F2P, like, that way nobody expects anything from me.

My steam profile backs this up btw

[ID: My user says “world's worst tf2 player” and my description “I suck at tf2 it's not even funny”. Also, my pfp is the spongebob crying meme edited to have my OC's hair and Soldier's helmet and says “I PROMISE I'LL DO BETTER” in the funny impact font]

I'm genuinely bad (reason why I play Soldier) BUT I HAVE SO MUCH FUN PLAYING TF2, I LOVE THIS GAME EVEN IF I GET KILLED EVERY X SECONDS (x being equal to the time I take to respawn).

I want to meet more noobs like me and play with them while on a Discord call and learn together (would also help me with my English, probably, if they're not hispanophone).

Or maybe even players who know what they're doing and teach me (but they need to have patience with me because I'm a SLOW learner and barely know how to WASD lmao, my spacial awareness in videogames is just like in real life: 0).

Someone interested? 🤨

No, Rom, nobody's interested, nobody cares LMAO, just go back to making userboxes and stamps and drawings and stuff

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"I expect you three to get your jobs done perfectly. I don't need anymore brainless idiots running around. And you, you can get out of my kitchen, now."

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