#perception check: starter

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

Why doesn't the justice league know about Amity Park?

Okay so it's been a bit sonce I watched the show but one of the things in DpxDC is the anti-ecto acts, which I love, but correct me if I'm wrong, I THINK ??? they only show up in reality trip? SO: What if Danny, when using the gauntlet to undo everything, also got rid of the Anti-Ecto acts? but this is babys first time editing reality so he uh Fucks Up A Lil'. As a result when Danny used the reality gauntlet to wipe the AEA from existence he accidentally wiped Amity Park from perception. A big 'nothing matters over here' jedi mind trick, and now no ones looking at Amity. So, the Justice League actually WERE looking into and monitoring the situation in Amity, but when the perception filter closed them off, all of that suddenly went ignored.

This is noticed when someone (Alfred, Dick, Tim, literally anyone) realises theres just. A BIG dusty pile of case files semi abandoned somewhere in the cave when going through a (time period)ly cave cleaning.

They put it down because it's Not Important.

They come back to finish the cleaning the next day and do the exact same thing, but there's nothing to actually distract them this time and it pings as weird. Because why would case files be not important? They are by definition important, because only things flagged as important go into case files.

They try to get someone else to read it, because as long as they don't read the information in the file, they don't put it down.

That person goes to read it, gets a line in and then says something like 'that isn't important' and goes to leave. Person A pushes it and person B ALSO catches on.

Que the Batfam trying to figure out hey, what the fuck actually?

Meanwhile, how is Amity fairing? Canon compliant everything's going alright? Or have knock on effects to No One Look Here started to show?

[heartavenue]

Guys I hate to be the one to break it to you but the only reason you find manifesting so easy and shifting so hard is because of your perception/assumptions.

For starters manifesting = shifting, because we are constantly manifesting therefore we are constantly shifting.

You ASSUME that manifesting in the "3D" is easier for you so it is. Another reason is that you may be a slave to the senses, shifting is instant.

You may assume that you have shifted or that shifting is easy for you, but what good are those assumptions if you immediately check the physical?

Once you decided that you shifted, that's it.

See this is what happens, you decide that you've shifted right? Then you immediately check the physical and because you can not perceive your desired reality you reaffirm/reassume that you have NOT shifted.

And what does the Law say again? Anything that you assume to be true will be true.

So because you assumed that you haven't shifted, you did not.

[nightdiary]

first dates with enhypen

word count: 5.4k genre: fluff, gender neutral reader, suggestive bits in jake's and hoon's but nothing too crazy imo author's note: been wanting to write more for enha so this was born... i am down bad for all of them i fear ): also it was almost too easy to get carried away in some spots but i didn't! i'm thinking of making more specific and individual bf posts for each of the members... saving my juicier ideas for then 🤍 as always, feedback is appreciated greatly<3!!!

✧ heeseung - tinder date

you have a routine with all of your tinder dates. after three months on the app, you’d learned how to cycle through the guys quick enough so as not to waste a minute on someone who you didn’t see fitting into your life.

there are three stages to the cycle: one, they had to pass the initial profile check. simple enough, and yet most failed right at the beginning. half-naked photo holding a fish? swipe left. in a douche-baggy frat you’d never heard of? swipe left. 27, not sure what he’s looking for, and republican? hard swipe left.

the second and third stages took the longest, but that’s when the disappointment came in. after a few days of texting, the inevitable message about meeting in person would come. if the guy seemed normal enough, you’d agree, and finally meet. you’d build up the moment in your head and pick out a cute outfit and dance excitedly in your room beforehand, going through the possible conversation starters you could use if it got awkward.

you’d sit through a date with them and wait to be asked questions, wait for them to express some sort of interest in you as a person, but it would never come. instead, you would sit and listen to them harp about themselves for hours. every time, without fail, it was almost as if they didn’t care enough that you were there.

then, they’d presumptuously ask if you wanted to come home with them and, well, your decision couldn’t be clearer.

as much as you hated generalizing, the men from your tinder dates were proving to be pretty shit. they looked good on paper, but when it came down to dating you, they fucking sucked. and you were beginning to lose hope.

you’d sworn that you would take on one last date before deleting the forsaken app. lee heeseung is everything you’re looking for in a man, and you think it’s a wonder he matched with you instantly. the texts you exchange pass your perception of normal, and before you know it, he’s proposing you meet up at a japanese restaurant downtown.

you find yourself sitting across from a man you think god sent as an apology for all of the other 4 billion and some men.

“you are suspiciously perfect,” you frown, squinting at your date across the table. “like it’s weirding me out. what is wrong with you, lee heeseung?”

“quite a lot actually,” he jokes, “but my mom says i’m a good boy. i’d trust her, if i were you.”

snorting, you reach to snatch the last dumpling with your chopsticks. heeseung’s grab the dumpling before yours do, but he’s quick to place it onto your plate and tell you he’ll order more. as he politely calls the waitress over and thanks her when she brings over a new plate of dumplings, you can’t help but think you’re fucked. either your standards are low, or heeseung is just one remarkable man.

but as the afternoon progresses, you begin to lean towards the latter. heeseung takes a genuine interest in your hobbies and work, asking you thought-provoking and personal questions that don’t toe the line of being intrusive and passive-aggressive. you realize that this is the first date you’ve been on where you’ve talked so much, and it feels so weird to not spend the entirety of your date looking forward to going home.

“i think i’ve found out what’s wrong with you,” you tell him once both of you are standing outside of the restaurant. heeseung had paid for the bill no questions asked, and when you’d gotten up to shrug your coat on, you realized with a start that the sky outside was pitch black.

as heeseung hums unassumingly and fixes you with a questioning look, you grin and say, “you hate mint chocolate. you’re a walking red flag, lee heeseung.”

your date bursts out into laughter and shakes his head. the wide smile stays on his face as he offers his arm to you, bringing you close to his side when you take it. “fine, you’ve got me there. can i at least walk you to your bus stop before you block me?”

you pretend to think about it, tapping your chin with your forefinger, before sighing and agreeing with a matching smile. your walk to the stop takes you through a busy central street that’s alive in the early evening, and you can’t help but press yourself closer to heeseung. he steers the two of you through the crowds with relative ease, and you somehow manage not to bump into anyone for the entirety of the walk, all thanks to him.

as you sit on the bench together and wait for your bus to show up, you use the cold as an excuse to huddle up to heeseung’s side. he laughs again, a lilting noise that tugs at your heartstrings, and you quickly realize you’ve gotten yourself in far too deep from the first date.

you have to move off his shoulder when he begins taking his jacket off. confused, you watch as he drapes the material over your back and urges you to slip your arms in through the sleeves so he can zip it up. you notice your bus rolling up to the curb and panic, turning to heeseung with a frown.

“don’t worry about it,” he reassures you. kissing your cheek sweetly, he helps you get up and walks you toward the bus door. “you have to walk home from the bus, i don’t want you getting cold. just give it to me on our next date, yeah?”

stunned, you nod shyly and step into the bus. as you scan your card and take a seat next to the window, you peer outside and grin when you find heeseung waiting to wave goodbye. he’s a bit blurry because the glass has fogged up from the heat, but you can make out the way his face softens when you trace a heart into the window.

with the promise of a second date and heeseung’s cozy coat on your shoulders, you begin making your way home, feeling oddly warm and thrilled beyond belief.

maybe tinder had finally worked out in your favor. you’d make sure to leave a 5 star review when you got home.

✧ jay - rollerskating rink

for what it’s worth, you weren’t the one that chose the location for your first date.

you’d left the decision up to jay, who, in all of his dependable glory, seemed to have chosen the worst possible location– at least for him.

“jay?” you call to the panting boy behind you. “are you sure you’re okay? we can always go sit down for a bit and come back later.”

your date shakes his head adamantly and pushes himself forward using the railing, scrunching his eyes shut like he’s anticipating another fall. he looks awfully adorable in the hot pink skates that the rink had lent him, even if he’s faring worse than a newborn deer with them on. the juxtaposition of his carefully crafted and sophisticated outfit with the cartoonish design of the skates is oddly endearing to you.

“wow, i really thought this looked harder than it actually was,” jay pauses by the railing, leaning down to rub at his ankle with a pained expression. “these skates are beating my ass.”

“why’d you choose this place if you’ve never been rollerskating before?” you can’t help but ask.

“okay, don’t laugh,” jay warns, avoiding your curious eyes. his cheeks are all red as he continues to massage his ankle, and you doubt it’s entirely because he’s exhausted from skating. “your best friend told me you like to come here a lot, but that you never have someone to go with. figured i’d be that person for you, even if i suck a lot.”

the thought of jay willingly sacrificing his comfort and the wellbeing of his ankles for you makes you feel warm all over. you help him stand up and regain his balance without relying on the rail, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek as encouragement. poor unsuspecting jay crumbles down immediately after, clutching onto the rail for support. you can’t help but laugh, though it isn’t unkind.

“just know i appreciate all of your sacrifices,” you tell him. offering your hand, you pull him up and continue to hold on to him as you lightly push backwards with your skates. “we can go slow, i’ll teach you some basic moves to get you moving around on your own.”

jay gulps but nods nonetheless, staggering forward after you. it’s relatively easy to keep him upright when you’re going at such a slow pace, his soft hands encased between the firm fingers of your own. you throw a look over your shoulder every now and then to make sure you don’t run into anyone, but the rink’s empty enough at this hour that you have enough space to move about freely with jay attached to you.

“bend your knees a little– yeah, that’s good, now glide forward one foot at a time, lean into your strides a bit,” you instruct, gaze focused on your date’s wobbly legs. the tight fitting jeans he’d worn are admittedly hot, but you feel a bit guilty thinking about jay’s thighs while he’s trying not to break the bones in them.

as soon as jay gets the basic motions down, you switch to skating side by side with him, your linked hands suspended between the two of you. he’s still slow and careful with his movements, but you can tell he’s fallen into a rhythm that works for him. you don’t mind having to inch your way across the rink with him. if anything, it’s nice having him by your side.

“i think this was just a big ploy to get me to hold your hand,” you tease.

jay flushes and, very tellingly, doesn’t say a word.

snickering, you begin to swing your hands between your bodies. jay’s hand is big and warm, and you don’t want to let go soon. “you should know i would’ve held your hand anyway. next time, let’s hold hands at a place that won’t break your tailbone.”

✧ jake - bowling

“you know what they say about men and bowling?” 

“no, jake,” you deadpan. you knew exactly where this was going, and yet you still decide to give jake the satisfaction. something about being a good date, even if jake has always been a friend you’d teased first and foremost. “what do they say?”

“they’re either good in bed or at bowling,” jake steps back from the lane and looks over his shoulder to wink at you. his arm swings back an exaggerated amount as he walks toward the foul line, sending the ball rolling onto the wood with zero coordination. it immediately goes towards the gutter. “these are mutually exclusive, scientifically proven.”

but in all of jake’s infinite luck, the ball veers towards the middle at the very last minute, hitting the front-most pin and knocking down the rest in succession. above you, the screen plays a cute animation of bowling pins running away from the ball, only to be smothered with a large neon text spelling out STRIKE! in bold letters.

“oh this is so bad for you,” you bite back the urge to laugh. jake’s mortified face turns towards you and you almost lose it at the sight of his heartbroken expression. “you’ve got another turn, by the way. let’s see if you can get a double, babe.”

jake’s next ball ends up in the gutter and he cheers loudly, earning him very confused looks from the kids in the lane next to you. one of them offers their dinosaur bowling ramp to help jake out, but he kindly turns them down and tells them he’s trying to let you win.

unfortunately for the both of you, you don’t hold up too great score-wise either. even with your one lucky spare and otherwise average abilities, jake ends up winning by 20 whole points, a feat he doesn’t seem too keen on celebrating. the light in your lane turns off after the round is over, and jake proposes you two get some well-deserved food.

“do you think this is a lame date?” he asks you once you’ve sat down at one of the plastic benches. you instantly frown at the question and reach out to spear a handful of fries with your fragile plastic fork.

“don’t worry, i think it’s sexy when men are good at sports,” you reassure him, “also it’s cute that you wanted to let me win. and that you bought me loaded fries with extra cheese. it’s super romantic.”

jake snorts, but you notice how his shoulders visibly relax at your words. navigating your friendship-turned-something-bigger was harder than you’d anticipated it would be, and acknowledging your reciprocated feelings was proving to be the easiest part.

you knew that jake was equally on edge about fucking this whole thing up. there was a lot more at stake here than with someone you hadn’t known for years prior. you were afraid of diving headfirst into something that could potentially rip away an important part of you, afraid that one wrong move would send jake tumbling out of your life. you had cherished him long before you had realized you loved him differently.

but as you watch jake chew through a forkful of fries, you realize that there’s nothing complicated about this. things have always been simple with him, and they’ll continue to be no matter if you’re dating or not.

“cmon, next round is on me,” you stand up and wipe the last of the cheese from your mouth. “if you can beat me again, i’ll consider letting you prove that silly bowling theory wrong to me.”

the speed at which jake gets up is dizzying. he’s at the counter paying before you can even catch up to him, sliding a few bills over to the employee and turning to you with a playful grin. “we’re at lane 7, babe. go get warmed up.”

✧ sunghoon - laser tag

your heart is racing so fast you can feel it in your head. clutching the plastic gun to your chest, you press yourself closer to the wall and still your breathing. the red light on your heavy vest has stopped blinking, meaning you’d recovered from the last hit, but you know you can’t risk running just yet.

the undeniable sound of footsteps creeping closer makes you inch toward the corner of the wall, where you know sunghoon is waiting for you. you bite your lip and tense your finger on the trigger, peering over the bricks that are obscuring your vision.

surely enough, even in the darkness of the laser tag arena, you can make out sunghoon’s determined face. he’s crouched down behind a beat-up car, wearily scanning the area. most likely looking for you, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction just yet.

the blue on his vest has dimmed down– you’d hit him several times earlier and knew this was probably one of his last lives left. your own indicator showed that your lives were also running low, and based on how exhausted you felt, you knew you couldn’t have much time left from the round. you had to move in soon, or risk tying with sunghoon.

in your case, you thought that would be worse than losing.

taking a deep breath, you lift your gun and peer around the corner one more time, and in the split second it takes for sunghoon to notice you, you manage to send a shot straight at his vest. but the light on his vest doesn’t budge, and as you realize you had horribly misaimed, your date takes the opportunity to aim at you properly.

your vest makes a video game-like noise of defeat and you feel your gun power down. you know you have to hide for the next minute to let it recharge, but as you spin around and try to figure out where to run toward, you notice sunghoon already closing in.

“such a shame,” he drawls, holding up his gun with a smirk. you frown, backing up until you feel your shoulders hit a concrete wall. sunghoon’s voice is quiet enough not to draw attention from your teammates, but it sends shivers down your spine nonetheless. “thought you’d finally beat me this round. what happened, babe?”

“i still have one more life left, don’t get all cocky.” you mumble, shaking your gun frustratedly. the minute needed to pass by quicker.

looking over his shoulder, you realize with a frown that you’re in quite possibly the most secluded part of the arena. there’s no hope calling out for help or trying to make a run for it.

sunghoon squints down at your indicator and moves in even closer. you feel your breath quicken when the front of his vest hits yours, and you’re left caged in to stare up defiantly at him. he’s grinning at you like he’s already won.

“i’m not going to let you win,” you lean in toward him and whisper. sunghoon’s eyes flit toward your lips, and you try not to think about throwing your chances out the window and kissing him.

“you don’t have anywhere to run,” he places a hand next to your head on the wall, and to really drive the point home, you feel him press the muzzle of his gun against your side, where you know your sensor is. you’re pretty certain he can hear how fast your heart’s beating, and it makes you flush red from embarrassment. “you ready to admit defeat yet? or are you going to keep being stubborn?”

there’s no reason you should feel this lightheaded, but sunghoon’s so, so close to you that you can’t think properly. he’s practically pressed up against you, warm and solid and he’s barely a few centimeters away, and if you lean in just a bit more, you’ll be able to kiss him.

so that’s what you do.

“sure,” you say simply, and lean up to softly brush your lips against his. you grab at his neck with your free hand, bringing him flush against you so that you can fully slot your mouth with his. he’s surprised– you can tell from the way his gun clatters loudly to the floor next to you, and you try not to smile into the kiss.

seconds later, you distantly hear your gun make a familiar rebooting sound. you hold sunghoon firmly against you as you blindly aim your gun toward the sensor on his side, and with one last peck to the side of his mouth, you pull the trigger.

sunghoon’s vest goes dark. you don’t think he registers this, though, because he stares at you wide-eyed and adorably confused as you pull back from the kiss.

“i win,” you tease, and your date blinks down at his indicator.

“you win,” sunghoon affirms quietly. conveniently, the overhead lights turn on as the round draws to a close, and you can’t help but notice the way he’s reddened all over.

“victory kiss?”

✧ sunoo - picnic

ten minutes into your date with sunoo, you make the most devastating observation ever: sunoo has freckles.

they’re visible for only seconds at time, when the sun hits his face at just the right angle, but it still makes your breath catch in your throat every time you see them. they’re littered across his face like miniature stars, dipping across his cheeks in multitudes and scattering off toward his temples and brow bones.

your hands itch to reach out and trace them.

“–and then once we finally got to the place, it turned out to be super cute and they had some of the best lemonade i’ve ever had.” sunoo’s voice slowly trickles back into your ears, and you blink the world into focus once again.

you find your date looking at you with crinkled eyes, studying your features with amusement. almost like he knows exactly what’s been going through your mind.

“sorry,” you laugh sheepishly, reaching out to grab another chocolate-covered strawberry. sunoo had made them himself for the occasion, that much he’d eagerly disclosed within the first few minutes of the date, and you had found it too endearing for your poor heart. “i got distracted. what was this place called again?”

"auntie lim’s diner,” he answers slowly, smirking when you nod off-handedly. “hey, what’s on your mind?”

“lemonade,” you respond just a bit too quickly, face blanching when sunoo’s grin grows impossibly wider. whining and covering yourself with your hands, you try not to focus on the way his melodic laughter rings out like bells.

“lemonade, huh?” sunoo’s teasing is light-hearted, but that doesn’t stop your heart from leaping up into your throat. “was there some on my face? because you’ve been staring an awful lot for the past few minutes.”

groaning, you duck your head and try to focus on finishing your strawberry. you can feel the heat rise from your cheeks to your ears though, and are certain sunoo’s made note of this when he giggles and leans forward to get a better look at you.

“you’ve got freckles,” you mumble, picking at the leaves of the strawberry. when sunoo doesn’t respond for a while, you look up and bravely gesture toward his cheeks, pointing at where you’d seen the aforementioned spots with a shaky finger. “and like– it’s super cute. you’re super cute. but it caught me off-guard so, like. yeah. sorry for staring.”

sunoo hums. you can feel his eyes roving through your face, but you immediately look away once they finally meet yours. then, you feel something warm encasing your hand, and nearly jerk in surprise when your fingers come to brush against the soft skin of sunoo’s face moments later.

“don’t apologize,” he mumbles, leading your hand down the side of his cheek, where you’d pointed just seconds ago. “i’m really flattered you noticed. and you don’t have to be shy about stuff like this, i’d honestly be a bit worried if we were on a date and you didn’t find me attractive.”

reveling at the supple skin beneath your fingertips, you feel the weight ease off of your chest almost instantly. despite having known each other for a limited amount of time, sunoo’s come to be quick at recognizing when you feel out of place or uncomfortable, and he’s become too good at easing you back into safe waters. he’s too good to you.

“don’t get ahead of yourself,” you tease back instead, unable to handle the growing wave of emotions in you. “i only said your freckles were cute.”

sunoo looks up at you through his lashes, and your hand freezes where it’s fallen by his chin. flitting your eyes downwards, you watch his rosy lips part, almost like they want to voice your hidden intentions. gulping, you subconsciously feel yourself draw in closer, until you can feel his breath wash out against your cheeks like water on shore.

your heartbeat’s in your ears and sunoo’s pretty mouth is right there. glancing back up at his eyes, you notice that he’s also looking down at your lips, tracing the minuscule movement of your tongue peeking out to wet them.

he’s so close. you can almost just lean in a bit and–

“yeah? so then my second date invitation to auntie lim’s diner has been rejected?”

pausing, your eyes widen as you stare back at sunoo in bewilderment. he’s grinning at you slyly, the edges of his eyes crinkling with laughter as his whole body shakes with amusement. you can’t help the string of giggles that bubble out of you almost like second nature. it’s nice, you think, having someone like sunoo to laugh with.

“i mean, i guess i’ll have to try this lemonade you speak so highly of."

✧ jungwon - boba place

in retrospect, choosing a first date location for you and a total stranger was easier than you thought it would be. yang jungwon, as your best friend had briefly introduced him to you, seemed simple enough to enjoy normal things. you already had a place in mind before your friend showed you his photos, but you really couldn’t help it once you laid eyes on him.

“has anyone told you your eyes look like tapioca pearls?”

jungwon’s cat-like features curl in amusement and he pops his lips off of the boba straw. he chews through his last gulp, wiping at the droplet of milk tea that had trickled out onto his bottom lip. you follow the movement with your eyes, coughing when you absentmindedly swallow a pearl without chewing it fully.

“no, but should i take that as a compliment?” jungwon asks, passing you a napkin.

you take it and wipe at your own mouth, cheeks growing red out of embarrassment. “yeah. but now that i think about it, it does sound kind of weird. i don’t want to eat your eyes, i promise.”

jungwon laughs, mouth pulling into an endearingly wide grin. okay, your friend had definitely undersold him. jungwon was cute as fuck.

“why’d you choose a boba place, anyway?” he continues, fiddling with the cup in his hold. he’d finished his drink surprisingly fast, and you have half a mind to offer him some of your own. “not that i don’t like it. great choice, honestly. but why?”

you shrug. “the atmosphere is nice. and if you’re going to go on a date with someone you don’t know that much, might as well go somewhere you can talk. it would be pretty awkward to watch a movie with a stranger, don’t you think?”

jungwon nods seriously, hair bouncing along with his movements. “your friend was right about you being smart.”

“yeah?” now that you thought about it, you hadn’t considered how your best friend had sold you to jungwon. given that he’d agreed, you figured it must’ve been pretty alright. that, and the fact that it was your beloved best friend in question, you had no doubt you were probably oversold, if anything.

still, there was a nagging curiosity in your head that you couldn’t ignore. “what else was my friend right about?”

“that you’re easy to talk to, and that i’d feel comfortable around you,” jungwon muses, glancing down as he traces the rim of his plastic cup. he seems to be mulling over his next words carefully, lips twisted into a cute pout. “they also said that you were pretty. the photos they showed me really were great, but you’re even better in person. not that looks are the most important thing but, y’know. you’re a package deal, basically.”

you feel the way your ears burn red from his words, and you stutter your way through a shocked thank you. jungwon grins knowingly, but doesn’t comment on it further. instead, he asks you if you want to share one of the cake slices in the display window that you were eyeing earlier. you try not to look too eager as you nod, choosing to ignore jungwon’s mumble of cute as he walks away. for your well-being, of course.

jungwon returns with a slice of red velvet and two forks in hand. he waits for you to take the first bite before sinking his own fork into the cake. “your turn. what’d your friend tell you about me?”

you know you have to word your answer carefully, or else you worry you’ll come off as a weirdo. jungwon’s too good to chase off just yet, and you haven’t had this much luck with a date in a long while. or ever, you think.

“my friend told me that the most important things about you were that you’re a psychology major and that you look like that one campus cat,” you trail off, unsure, “charles? was that his name?”

jungwon barely manages to set his fork down before he’s bursting into laughter. you would think you’d said something wrong but his entire face is crinkled with amuse and you can’t help but join in on the giggling, ignoring the glaring teenagers from the table over.

“charlie, yes, of course i know him,” jungwon manages to squeeze in between giggles, “oh my god, i didn’t know people outside of my friend group knew about this joke."

“so you’re the cat that’s always hanging around the quad,” you say, dead-serious, and jungwon meows cutely as if to agree with you.

“okay, so,” he puts his hand up and begins listing off on his fingers, “i look like a boba ball, the infamous cat on our campus, and what else?”

“my next boyfriend,” you say before you can stop yourself, and you slap a hand over your mouth in surprise as your cheeks color in embarrassment.

jungwon grins. “that can be arranged.”

✧ niki - arcade

“okay, now i’m actually convinced you’re cheating,” niki whines loudly, letting go of the controller and slumping back in his seat with a pout.

the game you’ve been going at for the past half hour– a car racing game set in an alternate reality– dramatically replays the moment your character crossed the finish line and won. the stark contrast of the accompanying confetti on the screen next to niki’s misery makes you giggle, and you reach out to slip the tickets that the machine spits out into your backpack.

“will you feel better if i get you something with these?” shaking a strand of tickets enticingly, you watch as your date immediately sits up and abandons his sulking to nod at you eagerly.

the teenager working the prize desk looks at the two of you with such a deadpan expression you nearly mistake him for a robot. gathering your pile of tickets onto the counter, you look up at the various different stuffed animals and boxes on display, frowning once you notice the ticket prices taped onto them, denoted with far too many zeroes for your liking. almost like inflation’s gotten to the arcades as well.

“see anything you like?” you turn to niki, brushing your shoulder against his.

you watch him survey the different rows, expression growing grim once he comes to the same exact realization as you.

“um,” it’s almost comical how you can hear the frown in his voice. “actually nevermind, these prizes are crazy. holy shit, three thousand tickets for a snorlax plushie?”

“right!” you nod, ducking your head and stifling your laughter when the employee sighs out loudly.

with your meager six hundred and thirty-seven tickets, you and niki manage to get a handful of smaller, yet arguably better things: a sticky frog, two chinese finger traps, a whistle that sounds like duck quacks, and three boxes of different pocky flavors.

“i had no idea that coconut pocky existed,” you mumble in awe, reaching into the packet to draw out another stick. you observe it under the fading sunlight, popping it into your mouth with a happy hum.

after you and niki had spent your fortune of tickets, you’d decided to take your business elsewhere (or, alternatively: leave before the employee ended up kicking you out). you found yourselves on a bench right outside of said establishment, going through each of the prizes that you’d tucked away into your backpack.

“me neither, but i really like ‘em. here, have some of the mango ones,” niki holds out a second box towards you, and you eagerly reach in to pull out some of the sticks. 

the sun’s begun to descend down the horizon, and you realize with a start that you’d managed to spend the entire day in the arcade with niki. the date seems to be drawing to an inevitable end, much to your disappointment, but you can’t help and savor the warm feeling that the day has left you with.

“it’s getting dark,” niki seems to read your thoughts. you hear shuffling and turn to see him stand up and collect his belongings, reaching out to offer his hand to you once he’s done. “i should walk you to your bus stop.”

staring up at him, you blurt, “do you want to go get a proper dinner instead?”

the words rush out of you before you can think, but no matter your shyness, you’re glad you’ve said them. niki’s surprised expression quickly morphs into something gentler, and he nods almost like he’s relieved. “oh thank god, i didn’t want to go home yet either.”

laughing, you take his hand and stand up from the bench you’d been sharing for the past hour. but even after he helps you up, niki doesn’t let go of your hand, instead threading his fingers through yours to hold you more comfortably.

you don’t say anything, but when niki looks over at you to make sure it’s okay, you smile at him brightly.

“so– fried chicken?”

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

can I request a Vox x reader fluff where they've both been struggling to come to terms with their feelings but when something (you can decide what) happens and the reader gets hurt really badly, he confesses

ANOOOOOOOOON!! YOU. GET ME. SO GOOD. HOW DARE YOU HIT ME UP WITH ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES?? Literally, give this trope to me as many times as yall want. I'll find a million ways to write it. Reap the repercussions and enjoy the food you beautiful homie, you!

Star-Crossed Idiots [Vox x Reader]

Vox refused to believe it.

Velvette had been the one to call him out on his shit first. Unlike him, she had a semblance of emotional maturity that meant she was perceptive to shit that flew over his head entirely. While he didn't understand why he found himself going out of his way to spend time with you, Velvette figured it out in a matter of days. The very fact that he had kept his involvement with you a secret was suspicious in itself. Not to mention, Velvette realized before he did. When she discovered his feelings for you, she found it hilarious. And a touch pathetic.

"I mean really Vox, you have zero reason to even know them," Velvette scoffed as she sipped on the frappuccino he had used to buy her silence. Things were already messy enough with Valentino. He had no intention of the pissy moth hearing of this until whatever this was, was sorted.

"Yet you constantly check in on their phone activity, go out of your way to run into them on the streets, and now they're even working for you just because your needy ass wanted an excuse to see them on the regular," Velvette listed as Vox did everything in his power to avoid eye contact.

Vox buried his face in his hands and groaned while Velvette rolled her eyes. "Wouldn't it just be easier to ask them out at this point? I love you, darling, but you're making this so much more complicated than it needs to be."

"No," Vox growled as he looked up and shot her a warning glare. "Do you have any idea how much shit we'd be in if I just started dating some random sinner? And that's only if the feelings were mutual."

He ran his hand down his screen with a huff, turning to look at Vark swimming up to the glass. While Vox had originally had the aquarium extend to the meeting rooms for a sense of looming intimidation, he'd found quite a bit of comfort in his sharks being able to follow him through the tower.

"Look, for all we know, I'm just pent up," Vox tried to reason. It sounded fake, even to his own ears, but he was in denial. There was too much bullshit he'd have to face if he really was as whipped for you as he feared. "It's been a shit couple of weeks. I probably just need a break and a good fuck and this will all be something you make fun of me about next week for ever entertaining in the first place."

Velvette shook her head, sighing as she pulled out her phone and started to scroll.

"Whatever you say."

---

You refused to believe it.

There was no way you fell for Vox of all people. For starters, you told yourself you'd never love again! Every time you'd tried, disaster followed. It didn't help that any potential match was one to be made in Hell. Granted, you knew not everyone in Hell was bad. There were a lot of sinners who you firmly believed belonged in Heaven or some sort of equivalent.

But even so... Vox was definitely not one of those people. Not that that was the important part or truly mattered. You were no saint either, you were also in Hell.

"I don't see what the big deal is toots," Angel Dust sighed as he watched you give Fat Nuggets attention to keep your hands busy through the stress. "There are worse people to have a crush on."

"There's better too," you whined. "I'd rather not have a crush at all," you muttered bitterly as your hand continued the soothing action of petting the teacup pig.

You'd originally been on the production team for one of Valentino's studios. That was how you befriended Angel Dust and why Vox scooped you out from under Valentino to work on his own set. He told you it was because he valued someone who had an ear for audio balance, but Angel said he'd only offered you the new job after the overlord walked in on the cameraman flirting with you right before.

"Why not just fuck the guy and see if it's a matter of heart or a matter of-"

You laughed as you covered Angel's mouth with one of your hands. "Okay, okay! Don't... finish that sentence. I won't let you taint poor little Fat Nuggets ears with your porn language."

Angel snickered as you pulled back your hand. "But you see my point, right?"

"I do," you sighed. "But that's... not really my style. If anything, I think it'd just hurt to see him after something like a casual fling. The idea of him wanting my body, but not me? Yeah no. I'll choose the healthier option of repressing my feelings, thank you very much."

"I'm telling ya, he's into you," Angel groaned. "I've seen the way he is with people he thinks are hot. I've seen him with Val. You're different, toots."

You smile sadly at Angel and put Fat Nuggets down on the bed. It was clear you didn't believe Angel and he was on the verge of ripping out his fur because of it. The two of you were so unbelievably oblivious it was gonna kill him again. "Thanks, Angie but... it's okay. Really, it is."

He sighed and eventually let it go. The two of you talked about other things for a while before Charlie peeked into his room to ask for your help on something. Once you were gone, he rolled over the conversation in his mind as he tried to think of ways to get the ball rolling on your love life.

Angel shook his head with a sigh and pulled out his phone. He scooped up Fat Nuggets and flopped back in his bed as the dialing sound filled the room. The line connected, and he was quick to the point.

"Hey, I know we don't really talk, but I've got an idea."

---

"Really Angie, I don't think this was necessary," You grumbled as you tugged down on the all-too-short skirt of the outfit he'd squeezed you into.

"Oh, but it was and it is," Angel grinned as he took your hand and twirled you in the entry hall to the club. You rolled your eyes and let him spin you in jest. He'd asked you to come with him to one of your old coworkers' birthday parties.

Apparently, one of the rules was to dress like you'd get hired to dance at the club. At least, that had been Angel's excuse when you questioned why he was hovering over you as he did your hair, and makeup and held up several outfits to your body that you doubted would fit.

Despite the discomfort of getting all dolled up, you were happy he'd invited you. It had been a while since you saw your old friends. That being said, it would have been more fun if you weren't tugging down your skirt every two minutes. You weren't the only one hyperaware of how much of your skin was exposed. Nor of the way the fabric hugged your frame tightly. Several of your old friends had suggested you return to the studio with a job in front of the camera instead of in the shadows of the set.

You'd been having a good time, sticking to the corner of the room with some of your old friends to watch the drinks while the rest were out on the dance floor. One of the drunker sinners of the bunch accidentally knocked over some of the drinks while she'd been telling a story about the recent cam show she did. You volunteered to go get more napkins from the bar. One of your friends came with you to reorder the ruined drinks and the two of you had nearly pushed your way through the crowd when you heard a familiar voice call your name through the noise.

Vox didn't have to fight through the crowd the way you had. The second sinners saw the glow of his screen, they were quick to move out of his path. Your friend touched your arm, pulling your attention away from the approaching overlord. They winked at you and told you they had the drink issue handled.

When you turned, you caught Vox's screen flickering from pink to his usual blue. You had never seen any color other than the "You don't get to sleep" blue light, so you assumed it was just a trick of the flashing dance lights above.

"I didn't think you'd be here," you say to break the tension. This wasn't the first time you'd seen him in casual wear, nor was it the first time you'd seen Vox since realizing you had feelings for him. Even so, your heart was beating hard just from the sight of him.

"A-Ah yeah, well," Vox stammered as the music blared through the busy room. "Velvette wanted to drop by. She said something about wanting to check the place out as a potential venue for an upcoming show."

"Just the two of you?" you ask, perking up slightly.

"It was supposed to be," Vox chuckled dryly. His grin was tired and forced as he looked to the side and scanned the room. "Valentino heard we were coming here and tagged along. I don't know why, but Velvette got really heated about it. Something about him fucking up her plans..."

"Oh," your shoulders drop. You cringe internally, wishing you could take back the bitterness in your voice. You hoped it wasn't too obvious, but the way Vox was looking at you like you were some sort of a puzzle told you everything you needed to know.

You actually loved Velevette. She was sassy and cutthroat but had a kind side to her as well. Valentino however... He'd been the source of a lot of suffering for the people you cared about. While the more obvious examples of Angel Dust returning to the hotel looking like shit came to mind, so did the times you had to comfort Vox after being yanked this way and that by the moth emotionally.

That was actually how you'd realized you'd come to care for him as deeply as you do. He'd been standing alone in one of the meeting rooms with a distant look on his face. When you found him and asked him if he was okay, he tried to play it off with his usual bravado, but couldn't. He never cried in front of you, he only vented his frustrations about Valentino and you listened. You sympathized. And eventually, you found yourself wishing you could be the one to treat him better.

Vox opened his mouth to say something, only for Valentino to slip his arm around his shoulder, appearing out of nowhere from the crowd.

"There you are baby," he purred, his fingers immediately slipping under the collar of Vox's vest. You resisted the urge to gag as Valentino took a long puff from his pipe and blew the majority of the smoke in your direction.

"I was wondering where you up and fucked off to," Valentino grinned as he leaned down to nip drunkenly at Vox's shoulder. "You left me all alone with our little fashionista, "Valentino scoffed. "She's in such a bitchy mood."

If it wasn't bad enough that Valentino was practically drooling all over Vox in front of you and pretending you weren't there, insult was only added to injury when Valentino grinned at you with sharp teeth when he called Velvette bitchy.

"Come back and unwind with me," Valentino hummed as he started to kiss up Vox's neck. "Some of my best toys are here tonight. Don't you want to play?"

If Vox had any doubt he was in Hell before, he had every reason to confirm the fact at this moment. He'd fallen out of love with Valentino, but the almost... the almost killed him. To make it worse, he was completely frozen, letting it all happen in front of you. He made no moves to stop Valentino, he made no moves to reciprocate. He simply froze.

Unable to watch any longer as Vox continued to fall for the very same game of tug-o-war he told you he was done with, you bite your lip and turn on your heel. You can't tell if you heard Vox say your name or if it was just a trick of the crowd.

"Anyone else gonna drink this?" You asked as you rejoined your friends still at the table and pointed to one of the more full glasses left on the table. When your friends who were sober enough to answer said you could go for it, you tossed it back in one shot.

You griped to one of your friends who had stayed behind to watch over those too drunk to make good choices. The two of you had been having a damn good venting session about how stupid you felt your feelings were when the entire bar swayed. Your words slurred as your body grew heavy.

One second you were sitting up, wondering why your friend looked so concerned. The next second there was a sharp pain against the temple of your forehead, followed by a heavy thunk, more pain, and darkness.

---

Vox had been desperately searching the dance floor for any sign of you. He'd torn away from Valentino and the moth hadn't bothered to follow. Vox would... handle that another time. For as much as he denied his feelings for you this morning, the second he saw the hurt look in your eyes he knew he had to tell you. There was no way he could ignore the sharp lurch in his chest at the sight of you.

He didn't know what it meant. He couldn't tell if it was just a sense of betrayal after he'd been so open with you about Valentino or if it was something more. Every time he found himself wanting to talk about his true feelings on anything, he wanted to talk to you. Every time he had a rare second alone in the middle of the night, the only touch he craved was yours. Yes, he had a history with Valentino, but he didn't actively want that. He wanted you.

He finally spotted you across the room, sitting at a table with one of the whores he'd seen at Valentino's studio and getting way too close to them for his liking. He made his way through the drunken idiots who were too far gone to notice him, keeping his eyes on you as you started swaying dangerously.

You tried to reach down for something on the table and Vox swore as you lost what little balance you had and fell over. Someone got in his way so he didn't see the impact, but somehow he heard it. Through all the noise he heard the sharp thud and the panicked swearing of the person you were with after.

Vox was suddenly shoving every idiot out of his way, ignoring their shouts as he ran into the small clearing and found you on the ground with blood seeping from your head. He was immediately on his knees, scooping you up as the sinner who'd been with you started freaking out.

The only thing Vox could hear was a high-pitched whine as he pulled you to him and tried to frantically find where you were bleeding from. Half of your head was dripping with blood and he vaguely registered your friend saying your head had hit the edge of the table.

"Just s̴̢̃ḧ̸̺u̸͇͋t̷̯͂ ̷̬̂u̶͖̓p̵̳͗!̶̳͌," Vox snapped as he whipped up and affixed the sinner with a violent glare. He didn't care that half the club was looking at him. For once, he didn't care that he'd made a scene. Logically, he knew something like this couldn't kill you, you were all already dead. But his hands were shaking violently and the buzzing in his head was getting louder because you weren't moving.

Everything around him flashed with bright blue light as he held you close and teleported out of the club without even thinking about it. The two of you reappeared in his room back at the tower and he let out a shaky breath as he placed you down on his bed.

Not knowing what to do, Vox quickly crossed the room and threw his bathroom door open as he searched for anything he could use to stop the bleeding. He was muttering furiously as he nearly ripped the hinges off the cupboard under the sink looking for anything he could use.

Vox let out a loud, angry shout as his body kept glitching. His movements were jerky and he'd hit his head on the sink twice now. Just as he was about to have an absolute meltdown, he heard you groan from his bedroom. His head snapped up and he turned around at the sound of your voice so fast he was surprised he didn't snap his own neck.

Vox yanked a towel off of the wall and scrambled across the nylon tiles as he fell into his room with all the grace of a CEO that he clearly had. He swore, picking himself up and coming over to you as you sat up and clutched your head.

"Shit, that stuff was stronger than I thought," you groaned. "Note to self, don't just chug random alcohol at the club." you tried to laugh, only to hiss as the pain in your head doubled down due to the movement.

"You're a fucking idiot," Vox sighed as he sat down next to you and lifted the towel to your head.

You flinched at the contact, and Vox grabbed your wrist with his free hand. "Stay still," he frowned, pressing again on the wound. "You're still bleeding."

Trying not to do more damage, you stay as still as possible while he tries to stop the bleeding. The silence is heavy between the two of you before you mumble quietly.

"Sorry..."

Vox blinks, frowning down at you. "For what?"

You avoid eye contact the best you can given your current condition and fist your hands on your thighs nervously. "For acting like an idiot. You've told me about how hard it is with Valentino. I should've said or done something and not have gotten..."

"Upset?" Vox finished for you quietly. You flinched, unable to read the tone in his voice. He sighed and slowly lifted the towel from your head, before lowering it. "Why did you?"

"It's stupid," you bite your lip, hand drifting up curiously to see how bad the wound is. Before your fingers could brush against your hair, Vox's hand grabbed your wrists again.

"Try me."

You couldn't say if it was due to the pain, blood loss, or alcohol in your system, but the moment you finally gathered the courage to look him in the eye, you said fuck it. Vox gasped as you surged forward and pressed your lips against his. He'd barely had a chance to process the feeling before you were already turned away from him and rambling some bullshit about how you knew he didn't feel the same.

He took your hand, ignoring the anxious nonsense flowing from your mouth, and lifted it to his lips. Your speech died on your tongue as his lips pressed against the palm of your hand.

"Do you have any idea how much you've been on my mind?" He growled softly, his lips trailing up your arm slowly as he practically worshiped your skin.

If it wasn't for the fact that your blood was still on his hands, Vox would have been so much more rough with you. He would have grabbed you and crashed his lips against yours. He would have torn the fabric that hugged your curves so tightly off of your body and shown you just how badly he'd been needing you.

Instead, he made do with tracing his claw under your chin and guiding you to face him properly. His eyes searched yours for any doubt or sign that you'd acted purely on adrenaline and not something more. When your breath hitched and your cheeks flushed, he knew. As he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, as his arms snaked down and pulled you flush against him like you'd break, as your fingers found a home in his vest he knew.

You wanted him too. You fell for him too. This wasn't a game of "do they, don't they" like the one he'd played with Valentino for so fucking long.

His breath hitched, his arms tightening around you before he slowly pulled back and laughed breathlessly.

"Does this mean we're dating?" you ask, smiling at him like he'd hung the stars in the sky.

"God that sounds cheesy," Vox grimaced. The phrase felt so... high school bullshit. But it wasn't wrong. He wanted that. He really wanted that with you.

He reached down, hesitating before his clawed hand gently covered yours. "But yeah... I guess it does," he smiled softer than you'd ever seen before.

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Hey, do you happen to have a list of all TCW episodes that have Corries in them? Even if they just appear for a little bit. I want to get a better grasp of what exactly canon tells us about the boys in red. (Side note, if you also have a list of any other Star Wars media with Corries in them that would be amazing)

Hello Anon. So, few things. For starters, I'm going to be basing all listed Corrie appearances based off of all TCW episodes listed on Wookiepeedia's appearance section, so if you end up wanting to just go to episode synopsis I suggest there to start with. Secondly, most Guard appearances are unfortunately really really brief. So for ease, I'm going to add a little key for this list to hopefully make it a bit easier to pick out what you want to check out. (Also! Idk if this is 100% accurate, I did my best though.)

Happy Corrie watching!

Key - Bold titles will be where (from my memory at least) Guard play a moderate - significant role in the episode - 🦊Fox appearances - 🪨Stone appearances - 🌹Thorn appearances - 🖋️Thire appearances - 🐶Hound (and Grizzer) appearances - 👥 Other Guard

Episodes

Season 1 S.1 Ep.1 - "Ambush" - 🖋️ + 👥 - Yoda + 3 Guard troopers are stranded together S.1 Ep.12 - "The Gungan General" - 🪨 + 👥 - Stone, several Guards and Senator Jar Jar Binks are sent on a mission to try and ransom Count Dooku from pirates - Unfortunately this is the first and last Stone appearance we see :( S.1 Ep.22 - "Hostage Crisis" - 🦊+ 👥 - Bane and several bounty hunters are trying to get Ziro the Hutt freed from custody Season 2 S.2 Ep.14 - "Duchess of Mandalore" - 👥 S.2 Ep.22 - "Lethal Trackdown" - 👥 Season 3 S. 3 Ep. 7 - "Assassin" - 👥 S.3 Ep.9 - "Hunt for Ziro" - 🦊+ 👥(flashback appearance) S.3 Ep.10 - "Heroes on Both Sides" - 🦊+ 👥 S.3 Ep.11 - "Pursuit of Peace" - 👥 S.3 Ep.20 - "Citadel Rescue" - 👥 Season 4 S.4 Ep.15 - "Deception" - 🦊+ 👥 S.4 Ep.16 - "Friends and Enemies" - 🦊+ 👥 (flashback appearance/Fox appears in deleted scenes) S.4 Ep.17 - "The Box" - 👥 (flashback appearance) S.4 Ep.18 - "Crisis on Naboo" - 👥 Season 5 S.5 Ep. 17. - "Sabotage" - 👥 S.5 Ep.18 - "The Jedi Who Knew Too Much" - 🦊+ 🐶 + 👥 - After the recent bombing of the Jedi temple, Ahsoka is being chased down by the C.G. - First Hound appearance! S.5 Ep. 19 - "To Catch A Jedi" - 🦊+ 👥 (Fox appearance in flashback) - Idk if I'd say they play a prevalent role in the ep but they do get beat up :( S.5 Ep.20 - "The Wrong Jedi" - 👥 Season 6 S.6 Ep.4 - "Orders" - 🦊+ 👥 - As Fives escapes, the CG are sent to capture him - Probably the episode I feel most people remember relating to the Guard (also the most divisive episode for perceptions of Fox) - Non-guard character death S.6. Ep.6 - "Crisis at The Heart" -🌹+ 👥 - Thorn and other Guard are sent to accompany Padme on Scipio - The second most notable Guard episode I think - Character death Season 7 S.7 Ep.5 - "Gone With a Trace" - 👥 (flashback appearance) S.7 Ep.11 - "Shattered" - 👥 The Bad Batch S.1 Ep.1 - "Aftermath" - 👥 S.1 Ep.3 - "Replacements" - 👥 S.2 Ep.8 - "Truth and Consequence" - 👥

I know there's also several comics that the Guard appear in ("Darth Vader" 2017, #7, #9, #10) have Fox in them - #10 having Fox's character death. Other Guard appearances are in image only or there's mention in audio books or in flashbacks but nothing else particularly significant. Oh! And Thire and a few Guard appear in Episode III - Revenge of the Sith.

Sorry the reply is so late. Hope this helps though!

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

For that fandom ask game:

1, 5, 9 and 11 ✨️

Someone that played along, niceee

Thank you very much, anon 😌🙏

1.What was the first fandom you were a part of?

Actually pretty tough question, but I'll say Katekyou Hitman Reborn! because it's the first media I both read fanfics and searched for fanarts while writing fanfics for it in my corner and attempting to draw fanarts lol. Not the first piece of media I was interested in (one Final Fantasy, One Piece and Shugo Chara to name the main ones) but the one thanks to which I discovered what fandom meant and in which I ghostly was in

First fandom I was actively a part of was Naruto

5. What fandom have you been a part of the longest?

KHR and One Piece are strong contenders ngl - I come back to check on both of them several times a year. Longest one without any break is TR so far I think.

9. What's your favorite rarepair?

Ooooooh you're looking for troubles /j (yes, I consider this topic to be more a potential discourse starter than the next one)

I'll stay on TR because that's where my mind is most of the time and what is classified as number 1 at the present time.

Honestly, as any fandom TR popular ships revolve around popular characters, so it sucks when your fav isn't a.. fandom fav(understatement of the year).. but in this situation it helps not to name a crackship

So actual pretty bland & predictable answer but it's shinomi. peace and love on planet earth (if we go onto polyship territory, I do love me some BD founders. need to character-study Benkei more in mind tho tbh)

11. What character is widely loved that you can't stand?

Actually, since I'm a boring person, the more time passes the less characters genuinely annoys me if not pisses me off. That being said, it gets replaced by relative neutrality and Big idc (which usually do be directed towards fandom favs because my brain has troubles not picking the character in the back or the side with not much appearances or relevance to the overall plot as character to obsess over). It's not that I don't like them or am not interested, I'm simply not quite attached. Last one I found insufferable... Well, close enough. My attachment to Geto(JJK) is absolutely nonexistent - I do find him to be an interesting character, but subjectively, yeah, he did piss me off a few times. Never went in his fandom territory. Seeing too much of him or of satosugu/sugusato gets on my nerves (no hate to those liking or loving them, it's just not my thing) (okay, maybe I should rethink this question being less bad then the previous one-)

As a kid I used to not stand Snow from Final Fantasy XIII and Tadase from Shugo Chara, they would actually make me mad just by seeing them and I wanted them away - just to give actual examples, even though they're not known outside of their fandom lol

Then there's of course 'fanon idea of a character that I can't stand' which is a different matter lol but it's rather hypocritical since I indulge myself in ooc at times. I am not immune to fanon archetypes (altho I do my best at all time to not have my perception of a character be wrapped by a part of the fandom interpretation). I am also not immune to badly or wrongly interpreting a character.

Looking at Takeomi (because he's been number 1 blorbo for over two years so he's always in the foreground of my mind) it's more like 'what character do people widely can't stand that you love?' with me

[gurlie4]

Hey guys here are some recommendations if you wanna read dystopian books or like television.

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• Starters & Enders by Lissa Price: a post-civil war American that's divided. Clinics are made to bait young homeless teens into coming and getting a "makeover" and getting paid by letting rich buys transfer their minds into the body "renting them out" but after the main character has a glitch and wakes up to see she's in a club, the old woman renting her explains her mission in taking down the clinics and the government that runs them.

  Focuses: Greed, exploitation of the poor, police brutality, classism.

•Unwind by Neal Shusterman: Dystopian world where abortion's illegal but children over 13 can be sent away for being "problem children" but these camps that they're being sent to dismantle/dismember them and transplant their organs and justify it by not exactly killing them.

  Focuses: banned abortion, organ harvesting, corrupted government programs

Fahrenheit 451: Censorship is forced and books are banned. The government forces everyone into a pleasure-seeking mindset that makes it harder to focus and understand what's going on. After the main character talks with a girl who loves nature and isn't a thrill seeker, her and her family's disappearance pushes the main character to dig deeper into their society and books.

  Focuses: censorship, numbing to people

It Devours by Jeffrey Cranor and Joseph Fink: Part of a series and focuses on a strange town called Nightvale that isn't found on any map in America. The main character is a scientist who struggles with the banning of computers as you have to talk to the council who can approve of computers and TV. The council is made up of monsters and doesn't want people to check in on the large openings forming around the desert land that's linked to a cult-like religion.

Focuses: Censorship, abusive government, Harmful and deceitful use of religion.

Shows/movies:

5th wave: "Aliens" enter Earth and start a series of waves to wipe out the human race and prepare to populate it with their species. After it's learned that the Aliens can take on human hosts, Aliens trick children into thinking that they're the true government and have them kill other "aliens" but later it's revealed that they've been killing humans the whole time.

Focuses: Society breaks down, manipulation of children, evil government

Twilight Zone: The Twilight Zone show plays with many themes and topics to turn them into a more extreme and engaging episode. Episodes like "Eye of the Beholder" show how society and even the government, force others to look "normal" despite their version looking similar to big people. Another good episode is "The Monsters are Due on Maple Street" A town believes that one of them could be the monsters and start accusing each other to the point of killing each other, yet it's revealed that the real monsters had set this up as an experiment.

Focuses: Government control, conformity, human perception

Nope: Nope is a movie by Jordan Peele that starts with the aftermath of an old sitcom set that's been destroyed by a chimpanzee. Later we're met with the two main characters of the movie who struggle to get their horses used in movies after their father's passing. Later the spectacle of an alien ship is revealed to be lurking within the area and while people try to watch the spectacle, it ends up consuming them.

Focuses: Spectical, "don't look it in the eyes"/don't challenge, exploitation.

Attack on Titan: A universe where people live within walls to stay away from man-eating titans. The people are controlled by a "king" and other aristocrats who only make orders in favor of themselves. Later find out that they've been oppressed by another government.

Focuses: Oppression, Greed, Government overthrow, war

Arcane: This show is based on a video game but focuses on a society that is divided between a high class and a lower class. The lower class was heavily policed and attacked daily which allowed for kingpins to come in and act as people's salvation, but after their fall the high class had begun to be attacked for their years of forced oppression on the lower class.

Focuses: Oppressive government, Organized crime and their beginning reasons, community, protests.

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These are all of the media recommendations I have, if yall have any more then def put them down for everyone to see.

Don't forget that we're all in this together and I love you all 💕💕💕

𝐏𝗼𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 22, 2025

[burgersnacksformax]

Heavymedic taking care of an age regressed reader :]

Notes:

HeavyMedic canon here, theyre your dads now

DNI if kink !!

Table of contents

How did they find out ?

HeavyMedic parents moment ?

Parent moment part 2

Sleepytime

Playing Doctor

Goodnight Kisses

How did they find out ?

You weren't entirely sure how Heavy found out, but considering how perceptive he could be, it was no surprise. Maybe he overheard you babbling to yourself? Or he saw the way your eyes lit up over childish things?

Regardless, he knew, but he never approached you about it

However, you didn't miss the way he would check in on you more often. He'd ask if you had eaten, if you'd slept alright - things he didn't normally do.

Eventually, you confronted him, told him about your regression. He listened intently, so much so that you almost thought he was judging you. But at the end of your explanation, he gave you a gentle smile and told you he was glad that you trust him.

Next, for Medic, you didn't exactly plan to tell him. You figured you shouldn't talk to Medic so much when regressed, as sometime he tends to be curious to a fault. You worried he might just sit you down and ask questions you didn't want to answer.

But one day you ended up having no choice to talk with him. It was after you got a scrape on your knee, when Scout accidentally played a little too rough with you. He was really sorry, rushing you to the medbay even though it was just a little scrape.

You were a little stressed on the way there, as you realised you'd probably have to pretend to be big.

When you got there, you tried your hardest to hide that you were regressed, but Medic saw right through it. He looked over at Scout, who seemed way too worried for a little scrape.

"Schatz, you are younger now, are you not?"

You were a little taken aback, but you nodded sheepishly

"I see. Well, don't worry about that, your little scrape will be gone in no time."

He was very sweet as he tended to your injury, telling you how everything will be okay and praising you for how you handled it.

You figured that maybe Heavy told him. Those two seemed very close after all, so much so that there was a rumour they were dating!

After this, you weren't nervous to talk to him when regressed, and he'd do his best to entertain your silly conversation starters.

But after his doves started taking a liking to you?

You were really starting to grow on him.

HeavyMedic parents moment?

One night, you were having dinner with the other mercs. Most of them had finished eating or just took their food to eat somewhere else, leaving you at a table alone with Heavy and Medic.

You had something to say, but chose to wait for Medic to finish what he was talking about.

He was talking.

And talking.

And talking.

When eventually, you decided to speak up and get his attention.

"Mom?"

They both turned to you, confused.

You paused, realising what you said, before scrambling to correct yourself.

"MEDIC. Medic. I meant Medic-"

Fortunately, Medic and Heavy seemed to find it rather amusing.

"Yes, mein Täubchen?"

Heavy didnt say anything, but he was smiling.

Parent moment part 2

Another day you were regressed and fumbling as you tried to open a bottle, but it just wouldn't budge !

Medic approached you and gave you a warm smile. "Let Mama help you with that."

You stared at him confused and surprised, but in a good way.

He sorta just held his chin in thought, going, "hmm, ok actually, I'd prefer to be Papa. Wait but- Heavy is already Papa."

You were so confused. "What do you mean, Medic?"

He ended up just coming clean and telling you that he and Heavy had considered a child in the distant future. So if you were ok with it, they'd be happy to take care of you when you were little.

He seemed a little nervous, he was scared you'd say no and he'd just made a fool of himself.

But you were so happy and hugged him !! You told him that, yes, you'd be okay with it !

He was so excited and had to stop himself from immediately running off to tell Heavy.

Anyways Heavy and Medic are your dads now. Later, Medic said that Heavy could be Papa, and he could be Paps!

Sleepytime

One night, you felt all restless. Knowing you needed company, you pondered.

Paps was usually always up late, but it felt like he always had some work or another to do. In that case, he might not be free to give you cuddles.

But Papa ? Maybe he could give you big warm bear cuddles to put you to sleep.

So your little feet took you as far as they would carry you, all the way into Heavy's room. You knocked, not waiting for a response before walking in.

"Papa," you mumbled.

You saw a big Heavy-shaped lump under the covers, and a smaller one beside him.

"Paps?"

You watched as the bigger lump shifted as Heavy sat up a little. He rubbed his eyes as he looked at you, his voice low with grogginess. "You cannot sleep?"

"Mhm." You twiddled your thumbs nervously, realising you forgot to bring your plushie.

Heavy laid back down and shifted backwards a little, so there was space between him and Medic. He patted the empty space. "Come."

Relieved, you eagerly joined them, making yourself comfortable in the warm space between them. You felt yourself sinking into the bed, having your Papa and Paps close helping you feel safe.

From behind you, Medic's warm arm gave you a big hug, as if you were a little sized plushy!

Heavy let you hold onto his hand, as if to make up for the stuffie you left in your room.

Uppies

Sometimes Medic just scoops you up out of nowhere because you're too adorable!

When he carries you, he likes to pick you up with one arm supporting your back, and the other supporting your bum. Like his arms are a chair!

Sometimes his doves come and land on your head and on his shoulders, and now there's a little dove party.

Heavy on the other hand likes to hold you like a baby, with his upper arm supporting the back of your head. He'll rock you a little and its surprisingly calming.

He's perceptive of how you feel, so when you're upset he might just pick you up without a word and start rocking you. He might even sing little songs for you while he's at it.

Both of them are quite strong and could carry you just fine !

Playing Doctor

You were with Medic in the medbay as he worked away at paperwork. The room was silent apart from the sound of pen on paper, as well as the ticking of the clock and occasional noises of his doves.

You peeked over at him. "Paps?"

He continued to scribble away, only sparing you a glance. "Not now, mein Täubchen, Paps is busy."

You pouted, marching away to search for things to do. You watched as Archimedes flew by over your head, before landing on a coathanger. His feet were perched comfortably on Medic's lab coat, almost like he was trying to tell you an idea.

You scurried over to Archimedes, getting on your tippy toes to take the coat off the hanger and putting it on with a giggle. Archimedes landed on your shoulder and cooed at you.

Medic's voice chimed in again from his table, his eyes still locked on the papers. "Ya, Archimedes, keep my little one company until I'm done, ok?"

Archimedes replied by flying over to a drawer on the other side of the room and perching on the handle. Curiously, you followed him and opened it, and you were met with a pouch. With a zip, you opened it up and saw a stethoscope. You glanced over at Medic, figuring he wouldn't mind, before putting the buds in your ear and holding up the diaphragm to Archimedes. You could clearly hear the ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump of his little bird heart, causing you to stare in awe and amazement.

You eventually put the stethoscope back into the bag and closed the drawer, walking around for something else to do. You turned the corner, and your eyes found the medigun.

You ran back to look at Medic. "Paps, can-"

"Ya, alright." He hadn't looked up still.

But you figured, he said yes! You ran back to the medigun, Archimedes following curiously. You carefully tried picking up the medigun, but it was much much heavier than it looked! Medic made it look so light! You wrapped your arms around it, barely managing to lift it up, before tumbling backward !

But your back was not met with cold, hard floor, but it was met with a big and warm arm. The hand took the medigun from you, and without even looking at the person's face, could recognize who it was immediately. "Papa!"

Heavy put the medigun back where it belonged, putting a hand on your back. You realised you must've been very focused to not notice him come in. "Are you ok?"

You nodded. "Mhm."

"Good. Be more careful next time."

Medic's voice called from around the corner. "Heavy?"

"Yes, Doctor." Heavy turned to you, smiling. "You look good in Doctor's coat."

You beamed, puffing your chest out proudly.

"Come, we show Medic."

You both walked over to him, finally managing to get his attention as he gave you a heartfelt grin at the sight of you wearing his coat.

It was clearly way too big for you. He glanced at his papers again, letting out a sigh as he couldn't help himself from getting up so he could pick you up and spin you.

Goodnight Kisses

You were clinging to Heavy like a koala as he tried to put you into bed. "M wanna stay with Papa!"

"Papa is busy," Heavy stated simply, giving you a kiss on the forehead, "you must rest now."

You shook your head and whined, still clinging as he tried to move your arms off of him. "Nooo!"

You heard Medic sigh from behind him, followed by his familiar voice. "Alright, Täubchen-" he moved past Heavy to lay down on the bed with you, "Paps will stay with you."

A huge grin spread on your face as you held onto to him instead. "Paps!"

Heavy chimed in, saying, "Is not good to spoil."

You felt Medic shaking his head. "Ya, I know. But look at the way our little one is clinging!" He stroked your hair lightly. "I don't know, I just.."

Heavy paused, then let out a chuckle. "Maybe a little spoiling is okay." He pulled the covers over you and laid down beside you, with Medic on your other side. He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead, holding onto you reassuringly.

Medic leaned down and kissed your temple, smiling a little when your hair tickled his face. You heard another smooch, knowing Medic must've kissed Heavy!

You bundled up happily under the covers. "Issa smooch party."

Medic let out a laugh. "Yes, I guess it is."

You turned your head to look between the two of them. "Papa and Paps gonna stay till I sleeps?"

"We will," Heavy replied softly.

"Of course, mein Täubchen."

The blankets were especially cozy as you slowly dozed off that night.

[izar-tarazed]

Welcome!

What this is: This blog is mostly dedicated to my Elden Ring OC Izar (and well, her companion Ensha – more about them below). There might also be other content (other games, DnD 5e, writing) unless I’ll feel the need to create specific sideblogs for that (unlikely, I lack the energy).

What I do: I’ll mostly share screenshots, headcanons, storytelling, and writing snippets. (Here's my tag list!) While this is not a pure RP blog I very much enjoy RPing, so feel free to shoot me a prompt/starter whenever you like! (For more information regarding RP, flip through the Stargazer's Cookbook over here!)

Who I am: I usually go by Malinche; over 30, she/her, living in Europe. Not a native English speaker, so bear with me if I say strange things. Expect occasional ramblings about the glory of freelance life, and know that there is never enough coffee.

Izar barely remembers anything from the time before her awakening in the Lands Between – just her name and what she knew of the stars. However, the stars above the Lands Between are different, their lore mostly lost to her, so she gathers stories and bits of information wherever she can.

Her most treasured possessions are her telescope and her map-making tools.

Whenever she gets the chance, Izar will sit and work on her celestial maps, preferably beneath the golden light of grace, trying to figure out constellations and their possible meanings. Working on her maps also calms her down and helps her focus.

She’s often more driven by her astrological curiosity than by the ambition to become Elden Lord – she’ll confront Rennala mainly because she wants access to the library of Raya Lucaria, and Radahn because she wishes to set the stars back in motion.

Izar relies mostly on her sorceries – the Comet and Night Comet are her favorites – and only starts improving her skills with melee weapons and a shield when Ensha insists on teaching her.

Izar is a little geek when it comes to astrology and will talk about it with neverending enthusiasm. At a new place, its (potential) view of the night sky is usually the first thing she’ll check.

She values the friendships and alliances she makes, being protective of those she cares about; that might be both her greatest strength and her greatest weakness.

Upon meeting someone for the first time, she'll rather be calm and cautious, but much more confident, cheeky and bubbly once she feels comfortable.

The fact that she doesn’t remember who she was before bothers her more than she lets on.

Izar soon realizes that she isn't as ambitious about taking the Elden Throne as she maybe should be. Her true dream is running the Academy of Raya Lucaria and turning it into a welcoming place where knowledge is not hoarded but shared.

When upset, she can be pretty defiant, sarcastic and snappy.

Izar spares Ensha’s life when he attacks her at the Roundtable Hold.

This leads to them being sent out on a mission together to track down Latenna (which, of course, doesn’t go as planned). While they start out deeply suspicious of each other, teaming up only reluctantly, they eventually come to trust each other and, despite some challenges, become close friends, which leads to certain tensions considering his loyalty to Sir Gideon.

(I’m not entirely sure what Ensha is, but I’m leaning way more into the headcanons of the somehow animated armor/actual skeleton with some kind of relation to the ancient king mentioned in the description of the Royal Remains set, rather than just being some guy with a skull mask.)

Ensha will often travel with Izar, having her back and finding picturesque dungeon walls to lean against and ponder how on earth this careless astrologer can still be alive. (He's exaggerating, of course. Izar can definitely handle herself ... most of the time.)

Ensha tends to be more wary of others than Izar is. He's extremely perceptive and quite good at reading people (and finding things). He often encourages Izar to put in the work to improve her skills, and be more disciplined about her goals.

However, he's also surprisingly fine with engaging in all kinds of mischievous shenanigans with her.

Since Ensha doesn’t speak, their communication process is a little rocky at first but improves once Izar gets better (and eventually good) at understanding his sign language. From then on, they'll often have some partially silent banter going on, and are able to communicate subtly if the situation calls for it.

Izar is also able to sense Ensha's emotions to a certain extent (more on that headcanon here).

[dxsole]

SELECT SONGS BY TOM CARDY SENTENCE STARTERS

RED FLAGS

The date started off so well.

She was perfect from what I could tell.

How could I not see the danger right in front of me?

Hey girl, what's your favorite film?

I think that I'm gonna get murdered tonight!

I like it for the plot.

I think that's a red flag.

I don't want to get stabbed!

Holy shit, I'm gonna be the main course!

Stop hiding behind your silly made-up red flag.

Maybe you're right and I'm looking for excuses.

My heart's got bruises but I'm ready to choose this love.

You could be my world, the love of my life.

One day we'll get married and be husband and wife, with a tasteful ceremony, and the wedding of our dreams.

I can finally open myself up to love!

I can finally sew a mouth to a butt!

NO WORRIES IF NOT

I'm a freelance creative.

You don't own me!

I make the rules.

Here's my rate, no room to deliberate.

I know my worth, here's my fee.

Daddy don't work for free!

Dear fuckface, fuck your own face!

That's not a turn of phrase, go fuck your own face!

I'm taking an online confidence masterclass.

Please eat my butthole and call me king.

Pay me money and don't make me cry.

A call's not necessary, email's fine.

No worries if not, though!

Due to mental health reasons I cannot continue working on this project.

MIXED MESSAGES

It's Sunday night and you're at home all alone.

Last night was great!

It was our very first date.

Gonna send you somethin' real quick.

Romance needs clarity.

I send the first text in a cute way and then I don't reply for seven fuckin' days!

Croissant emoji, fuck you!

One second, I say you're very pretty and then I show up at your house and I kick your dog.

Now we're going to a hospital.

Just me, you, and your dad in the back of an ambulance.

The air is thick with sexual tension.

I'm really sorry for punchin' your dad in the dick.

I won't do it again.

You think I'm sexy, I'm being mysterious.

Oh, baby, you've played this game before.

Too bad, I've played a little bit more.

PERCEPTION CHECK

On the horizon of this forest path, you see a group of dark-cloaked figures slowly trudging towards you. What do you do?

Critical fail.

That's another critical fail.

Let's fucking go!

I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes.

These motherfuckers mean to harm us and they got to go, so come on, get 'em now!

You picked the wrong day to fuck around with my tight crew!

And here's what we're gonna do.

Me and my boys gonna mess you up!

My boys are otherwise engaged so I'm gonna bring it all myself!

I forgot, you're supposed to tell me what I see, right?

Let's just slow it all down a bit.

You're a short motherfucker and nobody likes you!

SHORT!

Everybody says "Look how fucking short that guy is"!

That stops you from forming meaningful relationships.

When you were born, everybody thought that you were just a head, but then the doctor said "Wait, this stupid muthafuckin' tiny short ass baby got a tiny little itty bitty body and I hate it".

Your attack lands and absolutely shatters the mind of the cloaked figure.

Perception Check, please.

It's always a kid.

Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I'll be better.

Fuck, his body's just lying there, right? Right?

Loot that body.

THE BALLAD OF SMOKIN' JOE RUDEBOY

Let me tell you a little story about a man a from long time ago.

He was the quickest draw in the wild west.

Hit the floor!

But he didn't own no six gun.

Lemme tell you what he'd do.

When the varmint rode in to town, he'd shoot 'em down with a big fat 'Fuck you'!

Lemme make sure I heard you right.

$7.50 for a large soy cappuccino?

Lemme get my wallet.

Fuck you!

Even though I'm not with Amazon you're calling me to tell me that my profile has been hacked?

Why don't you take it for a ride now?

The Mongoose Mountain Gang played dirty with a twenty man crew.

You wanna refund the money that I spent in your shop with a store credit?

Everybody brought a platter to my fancy birthday dinner but you brought soda water?

I'm not sure [Joe] knew that they had a literal gun.

I know that they're packing heat.

They know that I know that they know that they can fuck themself!

You gotta bring back help!

Lemme stay and fight!

No guns, you've got to go!

He's a human phoenix.

Yes, that's the word.

I heard he was born in a fire!

I've heard he's never shot no-one.

You're just as well already dead.

All the townsfolk came to watch.

He'd dreamt every night the last eighteen years of telling this guy to go fuck himself.

A young girl who'd seen it all and grew up in a terrible place.

A girl who thought her father had run out to save himself.

You been tellin' everybody I'm a deadbeat daddy?

You didn't know I tried to save ya?

I found my father and I learned the truth!

We can be reunited?

That's right!

Fuck you old man!

H.S.

Now and then, we all get a thought that stops us in our tracks.

Am I living to my full potential? Or am I holding myself back?

You gotta stop with that shit, 'cause you're perfect!

If you need some help to see, take a lesson from space.

They say "Pluto's not a planet," do you think that Pluto gives a shit?

It don't matter, 'cause I know that I'm still hot shit!

And you're hot shit too!

Get out of your brain and just do what you're supposed to do!

Hot shit!

Expect some fuckin' magic from the Dwarf Planet!

So get out of your way and just do what you were born to do!

Gosh dang it!

When I'm supermassive, yeah, I'll be happy.

I think I'm seeing shit!

I've seen a perfect protostar, I've seen a triple quasar, but I've never seen a dwarf planet go this hard!

I know that I'm still worth it, baby!

Stop doubting yourself and just feel this cosmic groove!

Expect some fuckin' naughty from this heavenly body!

So look up to the stars, the universe was made for you!

Am I talking about space too much?

I should really try to cut back.

Space is fucking cool, and so are you if you let me talk about space with you!

I won't ever be an astronaut but I'm still hot like Halley's Comet!

Do you like my space metaphor?

Would you like to know what I use it for?

Now get out of my room.

Show this planet what hot shit do!

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

MICROGRID GENERATOR - This old cylindrical generator waits with its fuel cap open. Makeshift electrical wiring runs out of its side and across the floor.

Pour fuel into the tank.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant assists you, holding the canister up to the fuel tank as you tilt. Dark brown viscous fluid pours out and the room fills with a chemical smell.

Item lost: LUM Fuel canister

MICROGRID GENERATOR - There's a red starter switch on the side of the cylinder and a start rope on the other side -- the lieutenant flicks the switch.

Pull the rope.

MICROGRID GENERATOR - The recoil start wakes the old generator up. The machine sputters like an old war horse before settling down to a rattle.

KIM KITSURAGI - "That should do it."

Task complete: Find fuel for the generator

+10 XP

Oh, right, we had a skill point I forgot. I'm putting into Perception. For lack of anything better to do I'm just trying to get all of the skill colored in now.

FELD "INSULAR" CONSOLE - A dim golden glow animates the console. Faint, like a ghost-light. 'Urgence -- Ouvert!' reads one dial key. 'Allumer', reads another.

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's on..." He smiles. "Turn: Emergency -- Open!"

INTERACING [Medium: Success] - Automatic boot.

3. Push: 'Light (Interior)'.

FELD "INSULAR" CONSOLE - The lighting in the room turns on with a sizzle. A dim, ambient orange.

4. Slide: 'Radio' dial.

FELD "INSULAR" CONSOLE - The dial slides under the dusty glass, dark and silent despite the power being on. You make out defunct stations on the UKV frequency. The words "FELD INSULAR" are written on the band.

2. Turn: 'Emergency -- Open!'

SMALL BLAST DOOR - The blast door opens with a series of clicks. A shaft of light appears, then widens, as the light shines in.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - A sudden wave of anxiety makes your skin crawl.

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] - No, it's more than that. There's something there, waiting.

KIM KITSURAGI - "After you." The lieutenant gestures at the opening.

Task complete: Open the blast door

+10 XP

"Before -- outside. When we were walking across the sand, I felt someone watching me."

"What's there?" (Point to the door.)

"I'm scared."

"Let's go." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "So did I. Not back there, but... I've felt it since we came here."

2. "What's there?" (Point to the door.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "I don't know."

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - A thin wisp of smoke rises from a charred black firepit... the wind picks up, then dies down again.

3. "I'm scared."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Don't be. I have a gun." He takes out his sidearm, checks the barrel, then holsters it again.

4. "I also have a gun."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I know. It was not easy to acquire."

5. "Let's go." [Leave.]

Walk slow. It might be dangerous...

Small white flowers blossom all around you...

A rubber dinghy. It's deflated, broken.

Hope in Work and Joy in Leisure

THE DESERTER - An old man wearing tracksuit trousers leans on the frame stock of his rifle. He gathers a big ball of spit in his mouth...

...then spits it out into the extinguished fire before him. He raises his black eyes, hooded by creased eyelids, to meet yours.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - Unclouded by cataracts -- his eyesight is sharp.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - He's practically tearing up from spite. Hatred got the best of him a long time ago. This man hates everything.

"Are you the *fire-guy*?"

"You've retained your eyesight."

"Did you close the blast door?"

"Nice gun you got there."

"Sir, I need you to put down that gun so we can talk further. We're with the police." (Proceed.)

"I'm with the police. You can keep the gun, but keep it down. Not *one* move." (Proceed.)

"Sorry for disturbing you. Good bye."

THE DESERTER - "The what now?" He cups his ear. "I can't hear you."

"Did you recently tell two kids to put out their fire? Two twins."

"Nothing."

THE DESERTER - "I may have. All sorts of little rats have come sniffing around, trying to give up the position..."

+5 XP

Level up!

This (final?) level is going into Esprit De Corps.

SAVOIR FAIRE [Medium: Success] - The *position*? Sounds like a hiding place...

THE DESERTER - "Fire-guy..." He shakes his head. "Regressive bourgeoisie henchman. Can't even talk like a grown up."

2. "You've retained your eyesight."

THE DESERTER - "My eyesight?" He clears his throat. "Yes. Helps me see all the shit."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - A shudder of disgust passes his right side. His left side remains motionless.

3. "Did you close the blast door?"

THE DESERTER - "I did," he breathes out with a wheeze. "And you opened it -- how?"

"I fuelled the generator. Then used the console."

"How did you know I was coming?"

THE DESERTER - "I should've burned that console down..." He shakes his head.

"How did you know I was coming?"

THE DESERTER - "Reactionary rock-and-roll music." He gestures north. "Playing on the water."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Told you we shouldn't play Sad FM."

"But you didn't say that, Kim."

"It was not rock-and-roll. It was Sad FM!"

"It was not reactionary. It was cool."

Say nothing.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I did."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - We have entered a world where he said you shouldn't. It is the only world.

2. "It was not rock-and-roll. It was Sad FM!"

THE DESERTER - "Sad FM, huh? I always hated that station. Phlegmatic, counter-revolutionary dirges... Sadness is a mental illness, a weapon of the bourgeoisie."

"The fascists were right about rock-and-roll. It *is* degenerate... Hip-gyrating mental illness music."

4. "Nice gun you got there."

THE DESERTER - "It's not nice, it's a piece of shit." He shrugs. "But it gets the job done."

"Is that a Belle-Magrave?"

"What make of rifle is that, exactly?"

THE DESERTER - "It's a Triangong 4-46."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Southeast Samaran-made. Exotic. Must be defunct too. No modern rifle manufacturer of that name springs to mind.

KIM KITSURAGI - "A Samaran rifle... How did you get hold of one?"

THE DESERTER - "It was sent to us by our brothers in the Hsin-Yao Commune. Military aid." He pats the rifle.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success]- It has stayed true to him. He can still make it sing.

5. "The Hsin-Yao Commune?"

THE DESERTER - "You heard me. It's good now. Like chalk wiped from the board." His gaze turns inwards.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Success] - He's right. Almost no one remembers there was a third metastasis of the World Revolution, in the Safre Empire, extinguished in '06.

"It's not wiped from the board. *I* remember it."

Let it vanish.

THE DESERTER - "They wouldn't like hearing their name in your mouth. A damn dog..."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - The time will come to win his trust, comrade. It is not now. You need to take care of the gun first.

6. "Your weapon has stayed true to you. Mine has stayed true to me too." (Put your hand on your belt.)

THE DESERTER - "Yes, I bet you've killed a lot of people with it..." His eyes narrow. "...you fascist *fuck*."

"Have you come to make me one of them?" His grip on the rifle tightens.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - His right eye twitches -- with what? Fear? Rage?

KIM KITSURAGI - "We have *come* to ask you questions, nothing more." The lieutenant puts his hand on his holster.

"If you do not comply, we will take you in. Do you understand?"

Another spitball lands in the ashes. That's all the answer he gives.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - The danger levels here are hard to read. One moment he's a fire, the next -- a fire gone out.

[crownedbydestiny]

closed starter @thewoundedveil (gabriel de la cruz) // lazos art gallery

Devran pushed the gallery door open with an easy grace, the soft chime of the bell barely registering as he stepped inside. The atmosphere was still and quiet, the air infused with the subtle scent of fresh paint and polished wood. He took a slow breath, letting the warmth of the space wash over him, and for a moment, the world outside—the rivalry, the power struggles, the bloodshed—seemed far away. Here, it was all about perception, aesthetics, and the art of things.

He spotted Gabriel across the room, standing before a large canvas, his stance stiff, but his gaze absorbed by the strokes of color. It was odd, seeing Gabriel so still—usually, the man was an embodiment of ambition, always moving, always thinking, always fighting. But tonight, he looked more like someone who had lost a battle he’d never expected to lose. Devran’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. He might have been from the Kurtlar gang, but he could appreciate the power of art. It was a form of influence, of control, just like anything else. And right now, Gabriel’s weakness—his sense of betrayal—was palpable. Devran could sense it in the air, like the tension before a storm.

As he approached Gabriel, Devran’s movements were smooth, almost deceptively friendly. He knew how to play the part of the charming ally, the one who could listen and sympathize while also keeping his cards close. He wasn’t here to antagonize, not yet. Tonight, his goal was to make Gabriel think he wasn’t a threat—at least, not until the moment was right. “Gabriel,” Devran said warmly, his voice carrying the familiar, rich cadence of someone who could command attention without ever raising it. “I didn’t expect to find you here. I thought I’d check out the gallery tonight, see if your taste in art was as impressive as your taste in business.”

His words were light, but the undercurrent of the compliment was clear. Devran knew the importance of appearances—he wasn’t here to diminish Gabriel’s pride, but to gently stir it. He stopped beside Gabriel, casually glancing at the painting, his fingers tapping the edge of his glass with idle elegance. “Lazos Art Gallery has always been a gem, Gabriel. Your family really knows how to curate beauty. It’s a reflection of your... fine taste,” he added smoothly, keeping his voice soft but pointed. He wasn’t about to bring up the Family’s recent troubles outright. Not yet. But the tension between them—the rivalry that had existed—was thick, and he knew how to fan it without making it too obvious.

Devran’s eyes flicked back to Gabriel’s face, watching closely for any reaction, any sign that the words hit deeper than intended. “It’s impressive, really. You’ve built something... remarkable here. But, you know…” He paused, his voice dipping lower, as if sharing a secret. “It’s always interesting, seeing how the mighty fall. Even those who think they’ve earned everything. Something tells me your father’s decision didn’t sit well with you.” He allowed the silence to linger for a beat, letting the words hang in the air before continuing, his tone taking on a more intimate edge. “The Family might be crumbling from the inside. But I imagine you’re not the type to just sit by and let it fall apart. You’ve got more fight in you than that.”

Devran leaned a little closer, as if sharing in a quiet confidence, his eyes glimmering with subtle challenge, but also with the promise of something more. He wasn’t pushing Gabriel to act—yet—but he was planting the seed, making sure the idea of reclaiming power lingered. “Who knows, Gabriel. Maybe it’s time to consider new... partnerships,” he suggested casually, his lips curling into a soft smile.

[nightsxul]

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐗𝐔𝐋 ── a indie, private, selective, and mutual exclusive roleplaying blog for Natlan’s ever popular 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍. This muse is loved and adore by ORPEHUS ( he/him . 22+ )

this blog will be studying the themes of grief , betrayal , and forging unexpected bonds. My perception of Ororon goes deeper into his bat - like attributes, so yes, he screams to find items

rules are below the cut !

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𝟎𝟎𝟐. NSFW will be present on this blog, it doesn’t always correlate with our muses dogging it out with each other, there will be many other heavy topics on this blog, all of these topics WILL be tagged accordingly.

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𝟎𝟎𝟒. I always follow first! And I do tend to forget who im mutuals with, so if I interact with a post of yours and we’re not mutuals, it’s probably just because I wasn’t sure, I always check after liking something just in case!

𝟎𝟎𝟓. Since I follow first ( I also follow from @astyxnax ), I will wait a week before unfollowing. I’m not one to soft block but I will start doing so soon. If I’m not to contact you in weeks time, I apologize! I easily forget things.

[slashly]

@infernaliscor did not ask for a starter

a crack, a booming rip in the air like dry thunder against the impossibly cloudless sky foretells the arrival of a timeless vessel of heroes. a chariot, carrying its champion through thick and thin, war and peace, ferrying the enemy of evil through time itself that he may face it on any battlefield it chose.

a 1973 oldsmobile delta 88 royal.

said chariot crashes fender-first into the earth below, creaking and groaning under the strains of gravity as it falls back into place on its wheels. soon after a man also crashes fender-first into the earth below, creaking and groaning under the strains of gravity as he lays stiff against the unforgiving dirt.

he curses his god, his devils and a few mothers as he slowly rises to his feet. clearly, he's seen better days; his shirt is torn near to ribbons, and bleed, dirt and dried sweat cake his body where whatever ripped his clothing tried to do the same to his flesh. it wouldn't take a perception check to notice that he could use a break.

said break, which he was trying to take, is interrupted when ash locks eyes with the noticeably big, noticeably red person staring at him.

" woah, sssshhhhhii.. " he jumps immediately into a defense posture, hand raised, like he's trying to keep an animal at bay. anyone could tell by the wide-eyed, gawking expression on his face that he's never seen.. whatever it was he was looking at.

" take it easy, big fella, or i'll, ahh.. " he reaches, a few times too many, for something on his back that isn't there, then holds up his other hand, which is fixed with some kind of strange bladed contraption. he knows it as a chainsaw, but it probably looks like the most impractical axe to any onlookers.

" yeah, huh? that's right -- i'm not playin' around, so you just.. stay over there, got it? "

[rclldamage]

Pain was a weakness that left the body. Dyron recited the mantra to himself as he took the bandage to his hand. Each wrap was slow and done with another line whispered to himself. His hands were not injured, not yet at least, but it paid to be prepared. Training yielded different results of which could never be predicted. Once his routine had been completed and his meditation ended, the wandering monk took in the sight of green flora about him and smiled. It was rare that one took in the beauty of the world. He was guilty of that. It was the reason he traveled and learned. One step closer to enlightenment with each worldly experience. His mentor would have been proud of him.

There was a pain that shot up his leg as he stood. An old injury that never properly healed, sat on for too long without movement. He winced, rubbing at the spot until the soreness started to subside into a dull ache that would eventually fade away completely. He moved around the camp, a slow pace, as he checked on the stew that had been warming over the open fire. Only there was movement that distracted him, his eyes darting upward and focused right on Ace among the greenery. Dyron’s gaze danced over the male’s form … noting while the male appeared human, his lower body betrayed him.

“You’re welcome to some food,” Dyson called. He walked around the fire, moving his pack closer to sit down and dip a bowl into the pot. Two filled and one sat aside for the satyr. He hadn’t been sure if the male had tried to move unseen but he wasn’t about to make him feel embarrassed about it. “I’m afraid it’s simply a broth of wild vegetables I found. Enough to give energy,” he continued and pulled out his waterskin, full of rich wine and held it up. “For your thirst if you have one,” he said.

requested starter for @cxncordia. perception check roll: 17