#team urbex

[kiskutnya]

Artfight revenge for bready :o)

I also have commissions open - check it out on VGen! It would mean a lot because I got hit with a huge fee and I'm broke TwT

[pyrofromtf2real]

What is Silas going to uncover next?

[gl1tchr]

I really wanna know if the ep. You Are Here was made bc someone on the team got Really into those dead mall/abandoned mall urbex videos

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

Question: would it be strange to watch an urban exploration video of my old house

[An imbedded Mewtube video. The thumbnail shows a man and a Reuniclus pointing at a throne, which is covered in dust and debris. Overlaid on this image is the text "I found Plasma Castle?!?!?" The video is titled "I did it guys I found Team Plasma's castle" and is from user Urbex Unova. It is nearly two hours long.]

[moldyblackbird]

The Innards of Citadels

part 2 of my interpretation of the Hellevator MV, feat. some extra lore

Warnings - none really

Fun Warnings - brother bonding 👏 more urbexing oooo

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The three of them stuffed all that they had uncovered in a strewn shopping cart. Felix offered to push at first, finding it to be too heavy before Minho took over. Changbin walked a little ways ahead with his hands clasped over the back of his neck. While it was common to be weighed down with anxiety in this messed up world, he felt a deeper troubling sensation just today. And it was only lunch hour.

Jisung was clearly out of it this morning - it was difficult being forced awake at 6 am every day due to Chan’s safety allegation of being on guard as much as they could, but he seemed a bit more sensitive than usual compared to the others. Changbin hoped to get some words out of him later.

And with Hyunjin’s more recent silent meltdowns - plus the new sinkhole that chose to destroy the last storage unit in the area - there wasn’t much to look forward to. Ever since the Sound Monster had set its ugly mind on the city, there had been nothing to look forward to. The only thing that seemed worth it was their exhausting, meaningless efforts in order to help some people out. To keep Chan’s team alive. Forging weapons, creating various defenses and moving from state line to state line all while raiding beaten-down supermarkets and cars for food.

Changbin had held back for four months at this point. He had held back his emotions, his impulsive actions, his opinions. Of course he wanted justice for innocent people. Of course he wanted to keep his friends safe and together like they, pretty much, always have been. But was the end really avoidable? How long till Seungmin got lost and rotted away in a collapsing apartment complex? How long till Hyunjin finally, secretly, decided to end it all? How long till all of them lost sight of any purpose in life?

“Bin?” A strong, smooth voice brushed by his ear. He hadn’t noticed how his fingernails were digging into his dirtied scalp. He blinked and cleared his throat. Felix locked an arm with his and observed his features quizzically.

“We’re here already, come on,” Minho snapped from up ahead, leaning by his stomach against the handlebar of the cart. He wheeled it around towards the short, blocky building that they had settled in. Changbin snorted after sharing a glance with his younger friend and Felix squeezed his shoulder before tugging him along.

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“How do we get up?” Changbin nagged at Minho, gesturing with his chin towards the enormous flight of stairs before them. He was not confident in getting the cart, let alone everything in it, up each eroded step.

“Elevator,” the older boy replied nonchalantly. Changbin and Felix only blinked. “Chan fixed it, finally.” He continued before he could receive any protest. The other two gazed at the said contraption in awe.

Their lives would get a bit easier at this point, they realized. Ever since they moved in, their squads had been hauling materials all the way up to the rooftop of the building without rest. Jisung had half-jokingly proposed fixing the elevator system but Chan took the project to heart. And it seems that he had eventually found a way to reassemble one. “

He messaged me earlier, I nearly forgot,” Minho shoved the supply cart onto the elevator platform and pulled the other boys inside. “Sit down and don’t move or else the system might get jammed.” They all obeyed immediately as the hyung read off his phone, wrapping his limbs around the shopping cart.

“Is this safe?” Felix asked nervously. Minho pressed the “ROOFTOP” button.

“Chan said he tested it with some bowling balls and heavy crap,” he shrugged. “I can also leave you to walk up those stairs. Alone. And I’ll eat your share of lunch.” The teasing only subsided when Changbin threatened to whip Minho’s arm. Felix rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall with a yawn while the elevator made a very slow ascent.

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It was as if time stood still.

The curved hallway wasn’t only dark but damp. Shattered glass was carelessly strewn across the floor, vines crawled in from the demolished windows and the area had been trashed and graffitied so intensely that it hurt to breathe.

The only constant, living thing Joengin could recall was his older friend ahead of him.

“My message isn’t going through,” Seungmin turned to walk backwards for a moment, waving his phone at the younger. “The cell towers must have all gone down around here. We can’t go too far alone from base anymore.”

“Why didn’t you check before we left?” Joengin caught up to him and snorted. “You've earned us a lecture from our hyungs.” He was also worried about becoming lost before they could be lectured.

Seungmin pursed his lips and sighed. “Well, I didn't really think that the last cell tower would die out today,” he scoffed. “I also wasn’t planning to text him before we were actually leaving.”

Keeping in close contact was a top priority for the group. If someone got lost, they could be located immediately. If one of their squads was in trouble or picked up Sound Waves, a quick call could explain the situation and request the other’s help. Chan also believed that it was important to actively try getting a hold of other individuals in the area. Just in case there were survivors, or people that simply needed help.

But with the whole apocalypse thing and Sound destruction, it became harder to keep in touch. This part of the world was practically dying. Chan never let the boys stray further than they needed to.

“Whatever, let’s just get home,” Jeongin jogged ahead after tightening the strap of his withered satchel over his shoulder. His head was throbbing from the lack of oxygen and his shoes were drenched; Seungmin had dared him to jump over a shallow canal of still water but had instead tripped and skidded right in. A small grudge churned in his chest.

“...will we have to move again?” Seungmin’s fragile voice cut through the air. Jeongin glanced back. “We’re running out of supplies.”

“I hope we don’t need to,” the younger replied, thinking hard. “But if we really are sucking the city dry or, of course, the Sound Monster catches up to us again, then we may have to.” He turned to look at Seungmin’s gloomy figure. Usually he was the one asking these kinds of hopeless questions, not answering them. “It’s Chan’s call.” The other boy nodded slowly and pushed past him, desperate to return to the others.

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you'll be seeing the entire group next part :D

What i mean by "extra lore" is the inclusion of the Rooftop from I Am YOU, the Sound Monster destroying everything, mention of getting out of the 'asylum' as seen in District 9 - stuff like that

[the-feral-one]

📝

I love hearing about a character's surroundings, what ya got?

I let the wheel decide who to write about, and it landed on Pink, soooo...

Hammer fairy lore!

Her tribe had around thirty members in it before the Corviknight attack reduced it to just her. For a long while, Pink believed that she was the only Tinkaton in Paldea, but it didn't take long for her to stop doing that after seeing that one of the members of the Paldean elite four had one, and that some of the grunts in the Fairy Team Star base had them.

Talking of Team Star, Pink is a mon who occasionally seen with the mons of the Fairy-type grunts. She fights alongside them too when students visit the Ruchbah base to train their mons.

If she didn't live in Grasswither, her home would be made in one of the ruined structures on the way to Artazon.

After evolution, the same Corviknights that attacked her tribe came for her too. She had a lot of diffculty with fighting them off before she was accompanied by Wo-Chien, who became quite ruinous as he fought them off. He let her stay in his shrine afterwards, mainly to keep her safe from any further bird attacks.

Whenever the family go out, Pink makes sure that there's at least one visit to a ruined structure, as she does have a liking for urbex too.

[patoune-prod]

Avalanche chapitre 71

La dernière prière des Cetras

AO3

Résumé : Aérith n’est pas loin, Zack peut le sentir. Mais ce qui inquiète plus Vincent et Barret, ce serait la proximité de la Calamité. Et de Météore. Et des ennuis.  Surtout des ennuis.

Personnages : Team Avalanche, Team Haut Vent, Tarask (FF9), Kadajenova, Almaz

Tags supplémentaires: Riku: NON, l’équipage du Haut Vent essaye d’être sourd muet aveugle, ils en prennent pleins la vue pourtant, paranormal même pour Avalanche, Tarask a une semaine un peu hallucinante, mais bon, ça fait huit ans que ça dure, urbex archéologique, Tarask sait se faire des amis au premier regard (non), Séphiroth sait se battre de façon mesurée et maîtrisée (non plus), passage en mode bulldozer, restez pas devant, acte de violence envers une calamité extra terrestre

[maisysplayhouse]

tonight at the zine library someone i've spoken to for years on the urbex forums happened to come visit. he recognized my zines and said to another volunteer "i know her". the volunteer was like "thats her right there". we both went crazy like omfg, it's YOU????? we hugged and fangirled over one another. so, first off, he is a rockabilly. i was not expecting that bc i've never seen his face, but it suited him. second off, he told me......he's a fucking lockpick. i'm losing my mind. i almost nutted. i was like bro you're such a good person to have on my team and i KNOW you probably dont have any women in your cheerio so i'm a very advantageous person to rock with. and thirdly we made plans to crack a factory on thursday. i raced home on my bike like kdjfgkjdfngdkf. this could be the start of a very fruitful collaboration

[genderdotcom]

so basically my story is like. this girl named alya is taking a gap year from her social work degree and shes just fucking around urbexing but she finds a cult doing a ritual in an abandoned building shes exploring and shit happens (ft. liv) and now she has weird powers and is kinda becoming like this mythical figure the cult is trying to summon to destroy the world. she teams up with a random record store worker (drew) whose boss is a shapeshifting monster that eats people (jack) but theyre in a mildly popular punk band together so he ignores it. and also the leader of the cult (spencer) realises he's been lied to and manipulated by the otherworldly being giving him magic powers but it's too late to stop the disaster he's already set in motion so he goes off on his own to try stop it.

[austerlitzborodinoleipzig]

people live in catacombs?

Hahaha no they don't. Some people sleep in there but no one lives there per se.

So the catacombs are sprawling galeries under Paris. It's mostly abandoned quarries and it got the name catacombs because in the 1860s a lot of Parisian cemeteries were evacuated for sanitary reasons and the human remains were buried in those abandoned quarries. A small part has been converted into a museum. I visited it when I was little it was very cool, but most of the catacombs are closed to the public because they are unsafe.

That said illegal spelunking in the catacombs is a popular past time among Parisian students. Nearly every university has its "cataphile" team with their own maps and access. (You need a map! It's a labyrinth). It's not even hard to get into you can access them from the public sewage system or from nearly any building that is both old enough and has a cellar.

Lots of urbex group go down there. I've never done those but I know a lot of people who did or still do : ravers, stoners, drama students setting up underground spooky versions of theatre plays. (My sister went to see Jean Racine's Bérénice in the catacombs, by candlelight).

Now it's raclette season (cheese fondue with potatoes and ham) and having a raclette party in the catacombs is all the rage. You do need have a map, be in good physical condition (some galeries are unstable or full of rubble) and be ready to get wet because some galeries are muddy and/or inundated.

[awn-moo]

Exciting News!

Since I have a friend at the Gear Station. He's going to ask about something. It's for Urbex Adventures. And if all goes well. I will have a small team with me. And AHHHHHH!!!!

I'm so excited! Platonically kissing my friend Curtis for this.

[mechanicalinertia]

STMPD Recommends Bubblegum Crisis Fanfiction: DeadboltDon's Silent Rift

You know how last year, I lost my mind over Most of The Way To The Moon? Reader, I thought that such perfect Bubblegum Crisis fanfiction could never be written in our fallen day and age, that the really good shit was all in the nineties and the aughts, never to return in this decade. That I would have to be a lone soldier writing this stuff. I was wrong, suffice to say.

And now, I have been proven wrong thrice. Both by this fanfiction, and then by CodyLabs' Once Upon A Midnight Launch. As I begin the process of spinning up a new, better fanfiction project, this fact fills me with boundless joy, especially because it gives me something to review that isn't old or weird or horny or Yours Truly 2032.

And it came out of nowhere, too! Only a week old as of the time of writing, and from a user who I knew liked BGC on reddit, DeadboltDon just dropped this puppy, all 50K words or so of it, on us like that. I just found it, just binge-read it, and I am going to tell you, right now, it's time for you to read it too.

Okay, so here's the setup: Megatokyo is a city whose outer districts are absolutely fucking overrun with trash. Waste from electronics, vehicles, Boomers. Even if those wastelands are postapocalyptic nightmares where only the insane and Moorlockish live, that's still a whole lot of waste, a whole lot of things that are, well... one character in this fic calls it 'ungarbage'.

The main cast are scavengers - an ex ADP-jockey, an old guy, an ex-Outrider... and Lou. Yeah. Lou. The Sexaroid we all thought died in Moonlight Rambler. Weird, huh?

Well, things start creepy, that's for sure, when the team brings in the arm off a Knight Saber hardsuit, and then decide to bring it back, because the Sabers to them are living legends, nightmares who'll happily kill them to retrieve said piece. And the Sabers do show up. Sort of. Black hardsuits with silent flechette-throwing crossbows, something that we know aren't the Sabers, can't be, but who are they, then?

Well, Lou and company wind up in ADP custody, only for the Sabers to break them out in an unhinged rampage through the upper parts of the HQ, where Jeena Malso is an absolute fucking unit, and then a horror-movie like scrabble through vaults loaded with dead Boomers coming to life. Things get... dicey. Not to spoil anything, but the people behind the black hardsuits are a) unexpected villains and b) fucking terrifying because of that. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time for the final fight, I'll say that much.

Oh, and there are references! The WKUK's Sex Robot, various types of power armor stuck in the ADP's prototype division (eg. the Kerberos Panzer Cop suit), and a bunch of quotes from an UrbEx handbook. They're welcome. They energize the fic even more than it already crackles with violent life.

I wish I had more to say about this fic, beyond how much you should go and read it right this instant. Instead, I'll say this much: I think we're in the middle of a minor paradigm shift for Bubblegum Crisis fanfiction. My own work, Cody's work, and so on. I might be the guy who keeps coming back to this fandom, maybe most people are writing one-offs, but the fact that a superfan like myself can expect quality work like this as a baseline for BGC fanfic makes me think the future's bright... especially since I know of more than a few people who are working on new fics as we speak.

I say this with the utmost love: If you have a Story Of The Knight Sabers you want to bring to the internet, don't hold back. Give us everything you've got. Now is the time to rise together, to fill up the silent rift with light and noise.

[fourteenfifteen]

I’m nearly through with the spreadsheet demo when Monica screams.

For some reason, my first instinct is to check the screen. I mean, God knows that Excel makes me want to scream sometimes, and I’ve been working with it twice as long as she has. I turn to it, and everything’s fine, like, as fine as it could be, and then my eye catches on something on the other side of our suite’s glass walls.

The office lead, Angela. With a deli platter. Wiping something off of the plastic cover with a napkin.

“Oh goddamnit,” I say under my breath.

“So you saw it too?” Monica says. She’s stock still, well, except for the way she’s shaking.

In lieu of an answer, I lean forward and hit save on the spreadsheet. I stand. Monica manages to drag her eyes from Angela (still wiping) to stare up at me, scared like a baby animal. That makes me decide against asking her to stand. I grab the back of her desk chair and pull her towards Christina’s office.

She’s free, thankfully. I tug open the door, tug Monica inside, and tug it closed behind me. She does a double take at her shell-shocked face. “Hey- uh, hey guys, what’s up?”

“So you know how Monica’s desk faces out?” Christina nods. “Well,” I say, “Angela was out there, and-“

“She ate that kid!” Monica suddenly stands. “That delivery driver! She- she- her mouth-“

Christina buries her head in her hands. “Oh goddamnit.”

“Right.”

“He was- there was blood-“

“Angela’s lucky nobody else saw,” Christina says. “I mean, assuming nobody else did!”

“Seriously.”

“He was screaming, I could see it.”

Christina is gesturing widely with her hands. “She seriously needs to cut it out. I mean, one of these days someone’s gonna come looking for one of these delivery drivers-“

Monica freezes. “What do you mean?”

“What?”

“What do you mean, one of?”

A pained look crosses Christina’s face. She looks from Monica up to me. “You really should have taken her over to Tom’s office instead.”

“Somebody explain what is happening right now.”

“Okay!” She throws her hands up. “Jeffrey, come on, explain.”

I scoff. “Wow-“

“This is the kind of responsibility that comes with having an intern, Jeff. Look, I’ll remember it when I do your performance review.”

I sigh. I move to sit on Christina’s desk, like a cool guidance counselor or something. Monica looks at me, arms folded, eyes still glassy, breath still not quite steady. I turn and grab the kleenex box off of the desk and hand it to her. She holds it awkwardly like she’s not quite sure what to do with it.

I take a breath. “So,” I begin slowly. “Angela is… a bit different.”

Monica laughs. “No shit.”

“Yeah, no shit, Jeff.”

I wave both of them off. “Right, no shit, but what I mean is… uh, back when I started, she was a lot different. We think- well, we pretty much know that she got replaced. Or changed somehow. Something… made her into a different person. Who has razor sharp teeth and claws sometimes.”

Monica looks scared again. “How? How does that happen to a person?”

“Uh,” I say, “well she had this camping trip-“

Christina cuts in. “And she was into urbex-“

“-And she drank a lot of strange tea-“

“-And her sister was into weird transhumanist stuff-“

“-And she liked to start fights on Wiccan subreddits-“

“-And her dog always freaked me out-“

“So you don’t know,” Monica says.

I sigh again. “Not… strictly. Obviously we’ve speculated.”

“Tom thinks it was aliens,” Christina says. I can tell without looking she’s rolling her eyes.

“Wait.” Monica looks suddenly mad. “How many people know about this?”

“Uh.” I rub my scalp. “All of our team, I think. Like half of sales. Have you met Lizzie and Nish in IT because they have this whole elaborate timeline document-“

“We don’t tell the interns, generally,” Christina says. “It sucks, but… I mean, we want them to take full time offers, so…”

“Oh, God, am I in danger? Is she gonna eat me?”

“Nobody’s disappeared since she changed,” Christina says gently. “And it’s been, like, four years-“

“FOUR YEARS?”

“-so like, she might even be protecting us. Ask Nish, he has thoughts.”

“I’m not going to ask Nish anything, actually, because this,” Monica gestures around her to make it clear that this includes Christina and I, “is insane. And immoral. That delivery driver just died-“

Christina rubs at her head. “Obviously that isn’t ideal-“

“Not ideal, you’re sick.”

“I’m just saying! Not happy about the delivery drivers! Not a fan!”

“Me neither, for the record,” I say.

“But-“ Monica opens her mouth and Christina holds up a hand. “Let me finish my sentence. I don’t like it when Angela kills and eats delivery drivers but there is a reason why we haven’t, y’know, gone to the police or tried to vanquish her or whatever.”

Monica crosses her arms again. “Ok, what?”

Christina takes a breath. “The old Angela was… okay, you know I don’t like this kind of sexist language, but she was a huge bitch.”

“Oh my GOD-“

“When Tom’s wife was sick she told him to come in instead of stay home with her! And- and-“

“She used to shake her head at the rainbow flag at my desk,” I say.

Christina points at me. “She was genuinely so homophobic and nobody talks about it. I remember.”

“Why didn’t you just leave?”

“I was actively trying,” Christina replies.

“Yeah, I was looking,” I say. “This was the only offer I got out of college, though, it was here or retail.”

“You should have-“

“Monica,” Christina says, “think of it this way. Are you going to quit and find a new internship?”

She sets her jaw. “Maybe.”

“Really?”

Monica is about to snap back again, but then she stops. A series of complicated looks goes over her face. She bites her lip. “You said she hasn’t eaten any employees, right?”

“Exactly.”

“But I am not! NOT accepting my offer letter.”

“That’s fine,” Christina says. She sounds genuine. “I get it. Let me just say, though: you might not believe me, but Angela, this Angela, is the best boss I’ve ever had. Whatever, like, alien race or whatever she’s a part of, they have kickass leadership seminars. And, hey, you have a great mentor here too-“

I roll my eyes. “Come on, Christina-“

“No, I mean it, Jeff, you’re great, Monica, listen to him and you’ll be an Excel pro when you leave. And hey, this is better than working for an oil baron or defense contractor. Just,” she says, “keep it in mind.”

There’s a knock at the door of the office. When I turn, I see a head of light brown highlights. Angela.

Monica audibly gulps. “She doesn’t have super hearing, does she?”

“Come on in!” Christina calls with a quick glare in Monica’s direction.

She pokes her head in and smiles. Her teeth look to be of normal sharpness. “Hi guys, there’s sandwiches in the break room! Just wanted to make sure you heard.”

“Thanks,” I say, weakly.

She smiles, then looks down, unblinking. “Monica, right? How’s your summer so far?”

Monica is watching her the way a person might watch a snake. “Good,” she manages to get out. “I-I’m learning a lot.”

“Awesome. Not surprising, with these two. Well, I’ll catch you guys later. Go have one of those sandwiches!”

She shuts the door behind her. We spend a long second in silence before Monica speaks under her breath. “I am not fucking eating those.”

You and your other co-workers have known for a while that something is impersonating your boss. But no one has bothered to say anything because under its leadership the workplace has become an enjoyable place. Today you’re training a new employee when they see the boss eating a delivery driver.

[babulejka]

˖⁺‧₊˚matchup trade with @xxchthonicreaturexx ˚₊‧⁺˖

i match you up with our favourite horny demon spawn shidou ryusei!

୨୧ your first meeting was... something. but we're talking about shidou, so what did you expected? he probably spotted you somewhere, your style caught his attention and thought 'what a babe' so he walked up to you and shamelessly tried to hit on you... in his own shidou way

"hiya doll, you know, soccer players can go for 90 minutes and know 11 different positions~"

you somehow survived this horrible first contact and the rest is history♡

୨୧ he was a bit ignorant when it came to your boundaries at first, but during your relationship he learned more about being nurturing, careful and gentle. he knows you better, knows how to help you in certain situations. he cares. being with you helped him mature in some aspects, but he's still bastardous little shit we all love

୨୧ his first impression on you was that you're quiet. and he was absolutely into that, thought it would be cute to torment you a bit⁠♡ that's why he started calling you 'mousy'. but when you got comfortable enough with him to tease him a little, he suddenly found himself liking you even more. he adores your playful attitude and your witty remarks, and he likes that you can keep up with his eccentric way of being

୨୧ he's very much like a cat. his pupils dilate when he sees you. he purrs. he's clingy. he likes having 100% of your attention only on himself. he blinks slowly while looking at you. he screams when he's hungry. can and will push things off the table so you would focus on him

୨୧ very vocal about his feelings to you, he wants the whole world know how much he loves you and has no filter. "i love my s/o more than my mom!" screamed in the crowded public place type of vibe

୨୧ i think that one of his love languages are words of affirmation. sure, compliments from him are always unconventional, but they are so honest and filled with genuine love and adoration, you cannot help but smile. + he has millions and billions of nicknames for you, but his all time favourites are "doll♡" and "mousy♡"

୨୧ pick up lines. so. many. of. them. not only related to soccer(!) shidou is a big flirt and uncrowned king of cheesy pick up lines, which is cute, but he has tendency to say them in the most inappropriate situations. it is quite common sight, you giving him 'better behave' nudge while he's grinning smugly perparing next, even worse, line to tell

"if ya were a fruit, you'd be a fine-apple"

"you sure you don't play soccer? 'cause you're a keeper"

୨୧ very, very excited when you come to his matches. shows you off to his team, boasting about how amazing you are and how lucky he is to date you. blows you kisses before and during game

"GUYS LOOK IT'S MY DOLL! THE ONE I WAS TELLIN' YOU ABOUT!"

୨୧ and after match he asks milion questions

"DID I LOOK COOL?"

"DID YOU FREAKIN' SEEN THAT?"

୨୧ texts from him are always confusing because they have thousands of spelling mistakes and look more like a keyboard smashes than a thoughtful messages

୨୧ yelling matches! he loves them even more than you do. for shidou there is no better thing than playful bantering transforming into yelling and screaming at top of your lungs. he just shrieks random things, and if he have enough air in the lungs and will try to imitate different voices while laughing. fun, fun, fun. best way to spend time. healthy couple bonding, you know?

୨୧ ranting for ranting. you talk to him about DC comics, he talks your ears off about soccer, his favourite media (won't shut up about "Clockwork Orange" or other works of Stanley Kubrick) or dinosaurs. he also likes asking you many, many strange questions, randomly in the middle of conversation, only because he felt like it

”if aliens landed before you and offered you the chance to move onto their planet so you wouldn't have to live in society anymore, would you agree?”

୨୧ little night adventures! shidou really likes listening to your urbex stories and is more than happy to accompany you while climbing trains or any other adrenaline pumping thing you'd like to do

୨୧ was actually livid and very dramatic when you told him that you don't plan trespassing anymore. you weren't dating at that time so he missed all fun! and he never ever wanted anything more than to go to some abandoned building, explore and maybe leave some vulgar graffiti 'underlashes junior is virgin'... trespassing under cover of darkness with a touch of vandalism, the romance, the atmosphere...

୨୧ that being said, he tries everything to convince you to repeat something like that. but with him now!

୨୧ also car rides! shidou is an absolute roadhog, sometimes you wonder who the hell gave him a driving license in the first place??? so most of the time you're the one driving, you know, so that when you come back from a ride you don't end up in a ditch or a tree

୨୧ when you wanted to drive for the first time while going back from date, he was protesting and sulking dramatically, but he got over it when you let him choose the music for the ride. the rest of the road you spent listening to Pink Spider blasting from loudspeakers

୨୧ he's definitely not a prince charming, more like your partner in crime who'll always have your back (still willing to sweep you of your feet tho)

୨୧ your ship dynamics

idiot (shidou) x "oh no, that's my idiot" (you)

wants to go on adventures together (you) x turns any adventure into a police chase (shidou)

thinks they're in charge (shidou) x is actually in charge (you)

constantly trying to make you blush in public (shidou) x worked at first but now you're used to it (you)

[loveparfum]

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