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pandoraborn · 3 years

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Our brother, our keeper. also found here.

Tommy plays the protector role sometimes, too. Modern au/SBI is a family.

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Wilbur

He supposes he’s felt worse than this before. Though in this moment, he feels utterly lousy. With an aching migraine and no medicine to counter it, he’s stuck on the couch, with the lights off. He can’t do much more than remain slumped against it, pressing his fingers to his forehead as he attempts to give himself a massage. It’s not helping much.

He cracks an eye open and rolls his head to the side when he hears footsteps on the floor outside the room. Eye sliding closed again, he turns his head away, feeling a nausea build up far too rapidly for him to be comfortable.

“I have a headache, Tommy. Please don’t bother me right now.”

“Okay.” Tommy’s voice is quieter than normal, and Wilbur is grateful when there’s no more conversation after that. He doesn’t want to open his eyes again to check for Tommy’s continued presence, so he hopes the child has gone somewhere else, preferably his own room.

Wilbur lets himself sink into a pain filled stupor. He doesn’t know if he’s fallen asleep or if he’s just numb to everything, but when he comes back to reality, his head aches just as much as before. Except, this time, he’s not alone. He can feel Tommy’s hands on his face, clearly trying to feel for a fever. Weakly, he swats Tommy’s hands away, feeling his stomach churn.

“Tommy, what did I say?” He snaps through clenched teeth. “I’m-”

“Sorry, Dad asked me to check on you. I went to the shop and bought you some pain relief, I thought you might want it.”

That catches Wilbur’s attention. He would have expected Phil or Techno to go, not Tommy. He stops trying to fight the child as he forces his eyes open, blurred vision barely focused on his youngest brother. Tommy’s blue eyes are the only things he can clearly see, and they’re filled with a soft concern that Tommy doesn’t show very much. Wilbur lets out a soft sigh as he decides to let Tommy work. It’s not like Tommy’s actually doing anything to hurt him. In fact, Tommy’s actually helping.

Wilbur can’t help but lean into the gentle touches that Tommy is offering. From gently fingers curling in his hair, to the thermometer entering his mouth, followed by a couple of pills being handed over to him with a glass of cool water. Wilbur obeys every silent action without complaint. It’s relaxing, and it’s all working to ease the nausea and head-splitting agony that had threatened to overwhelm him just moments before.

He barely notices when Tommy throws a blanket over him, before tucking a pillow under his head. He hums quietly as he allows himself to finally relax, drifting off to sleep.

“Feel better, Wilby,” Tommy whispers gently. “Sleep well.”

He does.

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Techno

He hates having a flat tire. He hates having a flat tire only a block away from home. Techno smacks the hood of his car out of frustration, too riled up to remember how to actually change the tire. He’s fighting back an anxiety attack, knowing this can all easily be dealt with, he just needs to call Phil.

It takes Techno far too long to work up the courage; this is humiliating. He’s not that far from home, he could easily walk. He could easily change the tire himself, but then he’d have to admit that he must’ve run over something that flattened everything. It’s too big of a deal in his head, and it shouldn’t be.

He dials Phil’s number.

It’s not Phil who answers.

“Tommy, where’s Phil?”

“He’s streaming right now. How can I help?”

“Nevermind, I’ll call back later.” He hovers his finger over the ‘end call’ button.

“Techno wait.” Tommy’s voice is low, soothing. Techno doesn’t hear this from Tommy very much, but he’s latching onto it anyway. “Techno, are you in trouble? Is it something I can help with?”

He opens his mouth to say no. His pride wants him to say no. Even more embarrassing than being in this situation in the first place is the thought of his sixteen year old brother riding his bike out to help him. He swallows his pride and nods, before remembering Tommy can’t see him. “Can you meet me? I’m a block away, don’t tell Phil.”

Tommy’s there within two minutes. The way he’s panting indicates he must’ve jogged the whole way, but Techno doesn’t comment. “Tommy, I’m having a panic attack and my tire-” He waves helplessly at his car, while Tommy’s gaze follows where he’s gesturing to.

“Oh, I get it. Don’t worry.” Tommy offers one of his bright smiles before moving closer to the car. Techno stands there, watching as his tall, lanky brother, maneuvers around the car with ease. Using the tools provided in the trunk to change the tire. He’s never seen Tommy work like this before. He had no idea Tommy could even change a tire! But it’s not long before Tommy’s done, and he’s putting the tools away.

“I didn’t...Tommy you-” Techno has no idea how to express his gratitude. This had been way less embarrassing than he expected.

“It’s okay Big Man,” Tommy says reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it. Stream with me later, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Techno nods, breathing out slowly. “Hop in, I’ll take you home.” He moves back behind the wheel and beams at his youngest brother. Who’d have thought Tommy would help him?

He’s glad it was Tommy.

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Philza

There are too many bills to sort through. Phil’s glad for the money he makes on twitch, he has plenty to cushion himself, but sometimes paying all the bills takes a large dent in his savings, and having to build it all back up for the next month takes a toll.

Most of the bills he has, he can pay online. Sometimes, he gets them in paper form, mostly as receipts instead of collection notices. Phil’s tempted to throw the pile of mail in the garbage and spend his money on the most expensive restaurant instead.

He’s already stressed as is. Not for any particular reason, but having to put on a show for several hours a few times a week does take its toll. He misses the time when he could just be himself, and not have to manage not only his stream chat but several other streamers’ chats as well. Being a mod for so many people isn’t easy work, and yet people keep asking for him.

He throws the mail on the counter as he sorts through it, putting some envelopes in the ‘already paid’ pile, and some in the ‘need to pay’ pile. That leaves one envelope that has him blinking. With a confused sensation swirling in his gut, Phil opens the envelope and pulls out the paper inside.

It’s the energy bill, and one that Phil had been most worried about paying. The energy had spiked the past couple of months, due to all four of them being streamers and needing to stream at the same time. It’d sucked up a lot of power, resulting in the bills being a higher price than normal.

This month, apparently, the bill’s already been paid.

Phil doesn’t remember paying it.

He turns to head up to Wilbur’s room, ready to question him about the bill. If it isn’t Wilbur, he’ll question Techno next.

“Hey Dad!”

Tommy pokes his head out of his room, still wearing his headphones. “I should let you know, the other two went out for ice cream. We’re going to stream in a bit, do you want-”

“Do you know anything about this, Tommy?” Phil asks. “Did one of them pay this?”

“Oh, that was me.”

“Tommy!”

“Sorry. I just wanted to help out. I remember how upset you were last month and I wanted to surprise you.”

“You’re sixteen, child. You shouldn’t be paying my bills.” Phil relaxes though, wondering if he should pay Tommy back. The teenager should not have to worry about finances yet, it’s not right.

“Don’t worry about it Dad, it was a one time thing to help out. Use the spare cash to buy yourself something fun, yeah?”

“Thanks, Tommy.” Phil returns the bright smile, even as Tommy shuts himself away in his room again. A few moments later, he can hear loud, boisterous laughter as Tommy gets on discord with his friends.

He heads back downstairs to add this to the ‘already paid’ pile. He’ll definitely have to treat his youngest son later.

#mcyt #sbi family #sleepybois inc #fanfiction #mcyt fanfic #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #fluff #family dynamics #protective!tommyinnit #slice of life #long post #miishae writes

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ill-go-with-that-then · 5 years

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A NEW ERASERMIC AU I'LL NEVER WRITE!

Imagine Aizawa works at Buzzfeed, and gets the idea to write an article about how Twitch streaming is stupid and pointless (because he’s a video game snob.) He chooses Present Mic’s channel to watch at random, because he’s super popular, but Aizawa immediately goes from undercover reporter to absolute fan. No middle ground. Just “huh, okay i was wrong” and subscribes.

He tunes in to all the live streams, because Mic is very funny and also very good at video games, and it’s cool to watch him play. He has skills, his commentary is A+, and Aizawa develops a little crush. But it’s not a big deal!! Mic is a celeb, Aizawa knows they’ll never meet, it’s harmless.

Sometimes the chat for the stream gets assholes in it, as you’d expect. Mic can’t monitor the chat too much, but Aizawa has no problems telling jerks where to stick it. And once, after a particularly egregious incident where some moron said something crude about women in gaming and Aizawa ripped him a new asshole, Mic sends him a personal message thanking him and asking him if he wants to be a mod, which of course, he does. He doesn’t know how to reply - this is his big chance to talk to Mic!! So of course he just says “sure” - no further conversation.

Aizawa has, of course, zero personal details on his Twitch account. No info, no icon, his screen name is a random string of numbers, he’s a ghost. The Ron Swanson of video game enthusiasts.

So Aizawa is working at Buzzfeed, living his best life writing articles like “10 Video Game Themed Products You Can’t Live Without” because journalism is in shambles and he drinks to forget, and one day his editor is like “hey, we’re gonna do a feature on Twitch streamers. Everybody is gonna go sit and watch a stream in person and get the behind the scenes info. Here’s a list of people who agreed.” And PRESENT MIC IS ON THE LIST

One of his colleagues reaches for Mic’s info sheet, rolling his eyes and sighing. “I can’t believe these are considered celebrities. Have you ever heard of any of them?”

Aizawa practically slaps the paper out of his hand. “Present Mic is a consummate professional and his content is high-quality and entertaining. I wouldn’t expect you to understand it since it involves technology more current than a compact disc.”

The room goes silent. Nobody’s heard Aizawa say anything nice about... maybe anything? Ever? But his editor, Kayama, pounces immediately. “WELL if you like him so much, Aizawa, that can be your interview!!”

Aizawa panics. On the one hand, he wasn’t going to let anyone else take that assignment. But on the other hand, now he’s going to meet Mic IN PERSON. During a LIVE STREAM. Is he supposed to tell him he’s a fan? Is that tacky? Will his crush be obvious? What if Mic sucks in person?? This is a double edged sword.

He only gets more nervous on the day of the interview. He’s tempted to dress up a little, look his best. Mic is a good-looking guy after all, and he’s always well put together when he streams. And even though Aizawa knows, knows he really doesn’t have a chance, he still doesn’t want to embarrass himself.

BUT he also doesn’t want to look like he’s trying too hard. That’s not who he is, and dressing up would be admitting to himself that he DOES want something more than a simple interview, even if it’s as little as Mic’s good opinion or positive attention.

He debates too long. While he’s still thinking about it, the alarm on his phone goes off, alerting him that it’s time to leave. He’s still in his pink sweatpants and he hasn’t shaved, and he realizes, just at that moment, that he probably should have tried harder at least for the sake of professionalism. But it’s too late. He has to go.

Mic actually doesn’t live all that far away. Just a short train ride, less than 20 minutes, and Aizawa is standing in front of his nondescript apartment. It’s a little odd - Mic is a very popular streamer, theoretically with income to match, and his style seems flashy. Aizawa had expected something a little more over the top. But this place is simple. Storing that information away for later, he knocks.

“COMING!!” He hears from inside the apartment, followed by the thud of footsteps. Aizawa just has one moment to brace himself because this is it before the door opens and there he is. Present Mic himself, all smiles. “Come in, come in!! You’re from buzzfeed right? Wow, this is so exciting!!” Mic ushers him in the door, taking his jacket and hustling him into a tidy living room before Aizawa can even respond. And of course, when he finally gets himself together enough to say something, the first words out of his mouth are “You’re... tall.”

He wants to smack himself. Yes, Mic is taller than Aizawa had realized from the stream, even a little taller than Aizawa himself. But those are thinking words, not speaking words. Certainly not the first words you use to introduce yourself to your celebrity crush. But Aizawa, a champion moment-ruiner, has made his bed, and now he must cry in it.

But Mic just laughs. “Yeah,” he says, bringing a hand to the back of his neck. “I get that a lot. Sorry?”

“Don’t apologize,” Aizawa says immediately, then wonders if he is, in fact, under some sort of curse. “Shouta Aizawa,” he introduces himself.

“Hizashi Yamada, also known as Present Mic!” Yamada’s smile is friendly, like Aizawa hasn’t made an absolute fool of himself so far, and Aizawa has to look away from it. He glances around the room, which is tidy and clean, but cluttered with various objects that seem to have no connection to each other. There are books in a variety of languages, musical instruments, shelves of CDs, and an assortment of other things that have nothing to do with video games.

“Quite a collection you have,” Aizawa says, because it is, and because he’s curious.

“Yeah! I have too many hobbies but what can you do? Come on, I’m sure you’d rather see my workspace.” It’s not true, Aizawa has seen the office where Yamada streams before, and he’d much rather stay here and poke around, build up his mental picture about who Yamada is outside his Present Mic persona. But he’s not here for that. This is business.

But the streaming room is also not what Aizawa expects. Some things are familiar - the area visible to the camera is the same, set up and ready for tonight’s stream, but the rest of the room, the part that isn’t on screen, is PACKED. There’s a wobbly desk in the corner, covered in neatly stacked papers and binders labeled by month and year. The wall over the desk is a massive whiteboard filled with notes and ideas for upcoming streams. And there, in the lower right corner of the whiteboard, right where it would be even with Hizashi’s eyes as he sits at his desk, is a familiar string of numbers - his own Twitch username. And next to it is a little note - don’t forget. Good dude.

Aizawa sees his username and just - freezes. It hadn’t occurred to him that Mic thought of him at all outside of that one occasion he DM’d him, let alone that he considered Aizawa important enough not to forget. And the idea that Mic thinks he’s a “good dude” makes his face BURN in pleased embarrassment. He wants to say something but what? Is it weird? It’s weird, it’s too weird, and before he can think of how to do it, Mic is talking again.

“Okay, this is where the magic happens!! Actually, it’s more like weeks of frustration and repetition followed by 3-4 hours of intensely stressful streaming, but hey! People seem to like it!!” Aizawa wants to say something here - Mic is being a little too self-deprecating for his taste, but he stops himself. He can’t defend Mic’s honor to Mic himself - can he? The moment passes while he debates.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to be on camera or not?” Mic says, tentatively.

“I’d rather not, if it’s all the same to you,” says Aizawa. “I’m more the behind the scenes type.”

“Totally, no problem!” Mic says, gesturing to his desk. “You can sit there, if that’s okay? The only other seat is by me.”

Aizawa looks at the chair, then back to the small couch where Mic will be streaming from. “I think I’ll have to be closer to get photos for the article, if that’s all right.”

“You’ll be on camera,” Mic bites his lip. “I mean, maybe i could re-angle it, but then the screen-“

“It’s fine,” Aizawa says. “Journalism is about hardship.”

Mic snorts, and Aizawa can’t keep a little smirk off his face, proud that he got a laugh.

The stream goes smoothly - Aizawa likes it even more like this, without the chat to distract him, and close enough to notice things he’s never seen before. Mic’s feet twitch when he’s focusing hard, and his socks have cats on them. It’s adorable. Aizawa takes no notes - he doesn’t really need to, he’s seen enough streams to write this article in his sleep, and anyway, it’s not like he’s going to forget a minute of this.

Afterwards, once they’ve signed off, Mic talks him through his post show routine, everything from calculating how much he made and comparing it to previous weeks in a spreadsheet to going over the chat. “Huh,” Mic’s eyebrows crease as he looks at the chat logs. “Things got a little out of hand tonight.”

“Oh?” Aizawa says, shuffling uncomfortably. He suspects he knows why that is.

“Yeah, one of my regular mods wasn’t on tonight. I hope he’s all right - it’s not like him to miss.”

“You have a lot of viewers,” Aizawa says, tentative now. “Do you know them all so well?”

Mic shrugs, embarrassed. “No, i wish I did! But this guy’s special, he’s really funny and he keeps all the trolls in line. I’d DM him to see if he’s okay but that’s weird, right? That’s weird. And anyway I tried to talk to him once before but he shot me down.”

“I didn’t-“ Aizawa says before he can stop himself. The curse is real. Mic stares at him, open mouthed, confused at first but then his eyes widen as he realizes what must have happened. Before he can say anything, Aizawa cuts him off. “Sorry. That i couldn’t mod tonight.” He mumbles, hand buried in his hair. He can’t meet Mic’s eyes anymore. “I’ll be back next week.”

Mic opens his mouth to speak, but Aizawa interrupts again, before he can. “And I didn’t - I didn’t shoot you down. I just didn’t think you’d want to talk to me. Why would you?”

Mic blinks, and Aizawa isn’t sure what he’s going to say. Will he be mad? Aizawa kind of lied to him. Is he disappointed? Does Aizawa not look like he expected? Has he been too silent? Too unfriendly? Does Mic not want to get to know him anymore? But when Mic finally speaks, what comes out is

“I can’t believe you made me memorize that stupid fucking username, we’re picking you a new one right now.”

#erasermic #maizawa #my writing #my ramblings #I have no explanation for anything I do ever

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raeynbowboi · 4 years

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How to Play as Robin in DnD 5e

I’ve built Raven and Starfire, so now it’s time to move on to the boys, starting with the level-headed leader of the team: Dick Grayson, better known as the first Robin to serve under the caped crusader. We trained under a great detective, and we need to reflect that in the way we build ourselves.

The Boy Wonder is your garden variety human, no reanimated corpses here. So, we’ll treat Robin as a Standard Human. If you want to nitpick that Robin could kick Cinderblock without shattering his leg bones, then I guess go with Variant Human, but I’ll be balancing him as a Standard Human for this build.

Before we were Robin we were part of the Flying Graysons, a circus act. We’ll take the Entertainer Background as an Acrobat for Acrobatics and Performance. But if you’d rather focus on Robin’s tutelage under a master detective, take the Investigator Background for Athletics and Insight (but not Investigation for some reason). As a Rogue, we’ll take Investigation, Stealth, Perception, and Deception for our skills of choice, and put our Expertise into Investigation, Acrobatics/Athletics, Stealth, and Deception.

For Alignment, we can get pretty obsessive and unhinged when dealing with Slade, enough that Raven had to pin us down to keep us from injuring a civilian. We also went undercover as a villain to get close to Slade and fought our own friends to keep up the disguise. We’re Chaotic Good. Stopping the bad guy is all that matters by any means necessary.

ROGUE

Arcane Trickster. While this might seem like an odd choice, as Robin is not a wizard, there are a lot of Wizard spells that could be re-skinned as Robin’s tools, such as Fog Cloud for smokescreens, Jump, Longstrider, Spider Climb, and Haste for mobility. Darkvision for night vision goggles. Even more fantastic spells are within Robin’s skill sets by his building of Red X’s suit with things like teleportation (Misty Step), nets and pastes (Hold Person), Silencers (Silence) or holograph duplicates (Mirror Image).

Inquisitive. The Inquisitive Rogue is a natural detective, with an eye for details and an ear for deceit, they excel at solving mysteries and getting to the truth. You can even analyze your opponent, and develop a strategy to have advantage on an opponent, even without allies flanking the enemy, great for one-on-one combat.

Mastermind. A master of deception and strategy, playing the role of a tactician and a spy. You can pass yourself off as someone else by mimicking their voice and disguising yourself, you can Help an ally as a bonus action, and you can learn when an enemy creature’s INT, WIS, or CHA is higher, lower, or equal to your own.

MONK

Kensei. Robin is all about weapon combat. His tool belt is his greatest advantage, and the Kensei Monk hides a few extra tricks up its sleeve. This subclass gives Robin more tactics to employ, not unlike the Maneuvers of the Battle Master Fighter.

Shadow. The ninja subclass of DnD 5e, the Shadow Monk is highly focused on stealth and infiltration, with spells for sneaking and disarming, rather than dealing damage, which is perfect for an espionage-heavy campaign. The ability to teleport between shadows means that no amount of large windows letting in the moonlight will ever expose him.

FIGHTER

Battle Master. The Battle Master is all about not just fighting but fighting smartly. You get proficiency with an artisan’s tools, we’ll pick Tinkerer’s Tools to dabble with technology. Later, we can study a creature and whether their Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Hit Points, Armor Class, total Class levels (if any), and total Fighter Levels (if Any) are greater, less than, or equal to our own.

BATTLE MASTER MANEUVERS Ambush (UA). Add your superiority die to a stealth check or an initiative roll, helping Robin get the first punch more often. Bait and Switch (UA). You switch places with a nearby ally, letting you switch the target from you to a teammate who can tank the hit better (like Cyborg, Starfire, or wildshaped Beast Boy) Commander’s Strike. If it didn’t specify your teammates make a weapon attack, this feature would be great. Because there’s just going to be times when Robin’s not as effective against an enemy, and he can give one of his attacks to a teammate. If your DM is willing to homebrew this to work better, great. but as is, this sin’t a great option for him. Disarming Attack. A good strategy, making enemies drop their weapons, arcane focus, or magic items. It’s also made with a Strength score, which after Intelligence I’ve tended to find that STR is the second most commonly dropped stat, meaning it’ll likely be an effective tactic. Feinting Attack. You gain advantage against a creature and add your Superiority die roll to your damage. Thus, giving Robin a way to fight one-on-one and still make use of his Sneak Attack. Granted, you should usually have your party with you, but in the case of tournaments, solo-missions, and party separation, Robin doesn’t lose a cornerstone of his combat capability. Maneuvering Attack. Decent for repositioning your teammates. Get Starfire or Raven out of Melee range, or help Beast Boy and Cyborg bridge the gap between themselves and other creatures. Robin can also help move low HP character closer to Raven for healing, allowing them to disngage from hostile creatures. Parry. Reduce melee damage by superiority die + DEX. This plus Evasion will really make Robin hard to take out. Rally. Basically Inspiring Leader, but Robin’s not Charismatic enough. But you could build him to make better use of it if you want. Reposte. A counter attack you’ll get great use out of with a high enough AC. Sweeping Attack. This lets you attack two enemies that are near each other, making it easier to mow through Slade’s robot minions.

FIGHTING STYLE Blinding Fighting (learned from the snake master in “The Quest”) Duelist (one-handed quarterstaff) Great Weapon Fighting (two-handed quarterstaff) Thrown Weapon Fighting (UA) (darts) Two-Weapon Fighting (twin shock clubs) Unarmed Combat (UA) (1d8+STR)

CLERIC

Light. This one’s a bit of a silly option, but potentially viable, a 1 level dip into Cleric can allow Robin to use Warding Flare like a flash grenade equal to his WIS mod, giving enemies that attack him disadvantage.

TACTICAL MASTERMIND Mastermind Rogue (12) Battle Master Fighter (7) Monk (1)

STR 10 DEX 20 CON 14 INT 18 WIS 18 CHA 9

FIGHTING STYLE Dueling

MANEUVERS Disarming Attack Feinting Attack Maneuvering Attack Parry Reposte

The benefit of mixing these classes together is two-fold: The Battle Master can pick Maneuvers that aid and utilize their teammates, and the Mastermind’s Master of Tactics is great for Teamwork, allowing you to Aid your teammates. As team leader, Robin needs to be able to direct his teammates, which is why I made sure to give him Maneuvering Attack. Secondly, Robin can read any kind of enemy, getting a feel for their stats, and how best to fight them. I decided to neglect Monk as all it really offers is unarmed combat, a higher AC, and the same Evasion feature Robin already gets as a Rogue and the same Extra Attack he gets from being a Fighter. While Inquisitive Rogue was tempting, Feinting Attack also gives Robin advantage on an opponent, so it’s the best of both worlds. If your DM is willing to alter Commander’s Strike to work for spells and ranged attacks (such as with Cyborg’s Eldritch Canon), it becomes a lot more useful, and can replace either Disarming Attack or Parry, and lets Robin get help from his teammates. Because when the enemy is weak to Fire damage, you want to give Starfire as many attacks as possible.

I find that this build of Robin achieves everything we set out to accomplish. He’s a strategic fighter, with an excellent blend of stealth, sleuthing, and combat prowess. He’s a decisive leader who can direct his teammates on the battlefield, and yet, he can also handle one-on-one fights as well. This results in Robin being exceptionally well-rounded. The Fighter levels also go a long way to making Robin far more durable than a straight Rogue or Monk would have. Higher HP means Robin can fight on the front lines with greater ease.

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princesskokichi · 4 years

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kokichi’s birthday with is s/o

I PRAY YOU WERE READING FOR READING BECAUSE UHM 3K WORDS BABIIEE :D i got excited i’m so sorry

i found myself at 2k before i knew it and tried not to drag on for too long, but as you can see, that didn’t happen. so now there’s just this really long post about kokichi’s birthday and i’m kind of in love with it ngl

i don’t think i necessarily did the request either, i think i did a lot more omg i hope that’s alright with you kokichi simp anon

also he is slightly aged up here !! by three to five years at least.

his personality is a lot more chill here because he’s not in a killing game which stretches his lying habit to an extreme to keep him afloat in his lies

in this he’s just kind of a slightly rude mouthed tsundere boy ?? and i vibe heavily with older kokichi - mod kokichi

- his birthday this year was such a treat

- honest to god he will likely never forget this birthday for as long as he lives

- and the weirdest thing is that ??? not much even happened that day

- but at the same time it was like everything was happening

- you typically go all out on his birthday by planning elaborate surprises later in the afternoon to blow him away

- and it works every time

- but this birthday was a little different, and a lot more subtle

- he woke up with you right beside him in bed, sleeping peacefully with your arm lazily wrapped around his waist like you two normally slept

- you were so stunning, even when wearing his faded old tee from a band he used to like and your mouth slightly opened with a bit of drool

- he was tempted not to move because he knew you would halfway wake up

- and he just knew that once you woke up and remembered his birthday, you wouldn't be able to fall back asleep and would insist on waking up with him

- he did find it a little odd that you were asleep still though

- usually, when something exciting is happening, you have trouble falling asleep and become a very light sleeper

- so for you to be as deep asleep as you were, it was certainly uncommon

- even though it was his birthday and his inner child wanted the attention on him immediately, he let you sleep

- very VERY carefully, he slid off and away from the bed

- trying really hard to step lightly so the floorboards didn't creak under his feet

- he left you in the bed while he went to brush his teeth and start his morning doing whatever he wanted

- it wasn't often he had a morning to himself, since you usually woke up before him

- he really didn't know what to do without you to fill his morning with your horrible morning breath and low voice as you mumbled

- so he opted for walking around the house, inevitably going into the kitchen

- and then he saw it

- a very tiny but elaborately designed cake, with his birthday and name written in your handwriting when you tried to write fancily

- his heart swelled a little inside as he walked up to it and read the card you'd made for him out of really nice looking origami paper

- " happy birthday baby! i hope today is the best birthday ever. i don't have a lot planned, but i still want to make it super special for you. you deserve the entire world, and i know one day you'll get it because the king always gets what he wants ! i love you so much kokichi, and thank you for being my crazy perfect little boyfriend. -s / o "

- you'd drawn a chibi of him and you together snuggling on the side with flower crowns

- ah, flower crowns were something that you taught him how to make on your third date together

- he hugged the card to his chest, holding onto as if it were his lifeline

- he noticed a yellow sticky note hidden poorly behind the cake, picking it up

- " p.s. don't think i've forgotten about your gift ! you have to find it tho, its somewhere in this house. your hint is that we had our first kiss there. that was so hella awkward, wasn't it ? But to be honest, i couldn't stop thinking about it for days,, - s / o "

- he just stood there for a moment, trying to think about that day

- he had taken you to his apartment because you had tripped and hurt yourself at the park

- you looked just as beautiful back then as you did now,,

- you had teared up slightly because there was a lot of blood, even though the cut itself wasn't that bad

- after he had you bandaged up on the couch in the living room, you and him decided you would spend dinner together

- when it was time to leave, you sat on the couch, while he was joking around and standing on the table next to it so he could be tall

- he had warned you beforehand that if you didn't move, he was going to jump and kiss you

- you took his bluff and didn't budge

- he freefalled, letting gravity hit you with the reality that he wasn't lying

- yeah, right there on the couch while you were sitting, he kissed you for the first time

- out of shock, you had disconnected the kiss and leaned back, surprised and touching your bottom lip

- kokichi remembered being able to see the cogs in your head turning as you sat there and stared at him for longer than a minute

- and then you'd grabbed his jacket, pulling him close to you and reinitiating the kiss

- did your actions that night make god frown ?

- yeah, probably

- but, even now, when thinking about he couldn't help but get a little red in the face thinking about it

- you'd only ever been that bold a few times in this relationship

- and each time was because he either teased you relentlessly over stupid, romantic stuff

-or it was a new point in the relationship that you were more than ready to reach

- s / o : " ah, mornin' baby, how do you like ? "

you scratched the back of your head lazily, more than a little content to rest your head on his shoulder, no matter how far down you had to bend to reach it

- wrapping your arms around his torso, you smiled a little at the sticky note in his hand

- s / o : " i totally forgot i did that. "

- kokichi : " you've done a lot of lame things that sound like they come out of a bad romance movie, but this is probably one of the most cheesy things you've ever done. "

- s / o : " do you like it ? "

- kokichi : " yes. yes i do. but you're going to have to do better than this because i already figured out the first hint. "

- s / o : " what is it ? "

- kokichi : " the couch, duh. you had been so horny like woah close your legs we'd only been dating for about four months. "

- s / o : " i was horny for love, not sex. there's a difference. it wasn't my legs that i opened, it was my heart, dumdum. "

- kokichi : " PLEASE DON'T CALL ME DUMDUM YOU KNOW IT MAKES ME CRY - "

- you let go of him, laughing softly

- s / o : " once you find your present, i'll let you have a bite of cake. "

- kokichi : " a bite ? what's going to happen to the rest ? "

- s / o : " i baked it so it's mine, duhh. "

- you flicked his forehead, to which he lowkey cutely flinched back and put his hand over where you hit

- kokichi : " you're on my nerves today, you know that ? "

- s / o : " well, someone's gotta annoy the annoying one. "

- FUCK HE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU -

- kokichi : " i'm just going to finish this quickly so i ruin your plan of keeping me busy all day. "

- s / o : " since you're so smart, i dare you to try to find it in twenty minutes or less "

- you set a timer, and watched as he scrambled to find all of the clues to find the last hiding spot

- yeah, it would have been easier for him to just search the entire house, but then what's the fun if you can't play the game ?

- he decided to indulge you

- he was having fun lmao

- after he went to the couch, he found the sticky note that asked him where they got caught having a,, moment,,, by your parents

- " heyy, kokichi !! remember that time wE were making out and my parents walked in because they were visiting ? i hated it !! do you remember where that happened ? i do !! - s / o "

- against the refrigerator, of course

- he passed you in the kitchen

- you were sitting at the table, just watching him with such amusement

- s / o : " you're always throwing me for games. now i understand how it feels to be in your shoes. "

- kokichi : " oh haha, you suck at being me. "

- s / o : " do i ? then why is there only ten minutes left for you to find your gift ? "

- kokichi : " no way. "

- s / o : " yeah, seriously. you're horrible at this game. "

- kokichi ignored you, checking the refrigerator for another note

- didn't see a sticky note on the front, but the moment he opened it, a bright yellow sticky note glared at him

- " kokichi !! Do you remember when you gave me the promise rings ? it was such an out of character thing for you to do, i was wondering if there was something wrong with it at first and was hesitant to put it on. and now i sleep with it on. ahh, it feels like we're already married, doesn't it ? - s / o "

- kokichi looked back at you as you sipped on your morning drink

- s / o : " gosh, kokichi, i just wanna say that you are the cutest person in existence, so thank you for that. "

- kokichi : " uh-huh. now tell me where the next clue is. "

- s / o : " you're just so,, ugh ! i love how much of a snuggle bug you are. "

- kokichi : " you're not helping your case. i may just sit here and listen to you being cringy. "

- s / o : " do you think me telling the truth embarrasses me ? pitiful. "

- kokichi : " no wait go back to complimenting me. "

- s / o : " aaah, you're so cute !! and thoughtful in your own way. very unique too. the perfect mix of stupid and reasonable. "

- kokichi : " the compliments are starting to get really backhanded. "

- you both stood there for a second, staring at each other and giggling under your breath

- he leaned over quickly and kissed your cheek, escaping fast

- but not fast enough

- you caught him by the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him back into your space, kissing your boyfriend on the lips

- when he pulled away to breathe, he looked completely disheveled, and all he wanted now was to stay in your space

- s / o : " go on, find the gift. "

- kokichi : " no. "

- s / o : " then you'll just randomly find in in the coming week ? "

- kokichi : " yeah, pretty much. i'm boooorrrreedd, so do something to entertain me. "

- your arms were pleasantly resting on his hips, holding him in place as he watched you smile

- s / o : " no ! go find the gift. "

- you leaned into him, giving him another kiss on the lips, but this one was a peck and didn't last nearly as long

- kokichi whined. and he whined LOUDLY, but you were unmoveable in your resolve

- so eventually he had to give up and follow through with your plans

- kokichi : " oh, what's the time ? "

- s / o : " you still have eleven minutes left. "

- kokichi : " that's not possible. "

- s / o : " it is if you're a liar. "

- you did his little pose where he puts his finger over his mouth like " shh " and laughed, watching your boyfriend go from totally in love to Hella Annoyed in a matter of moments

- he headed into the bathroom where he had " proposed " to you with those promise rings

- you had been in the shower, ironically humming the tune to " say you won't let go " by james arthur

- so what's the best thing to do in this situation ?

- scare the crap out of you by singing with you and then pretend to propose, of course !! :D

- the plan worked perfectly, you had been successfully scared the crap out of and hella surprised

- you had admitted to him that you knew he wouldn't propose yet, but that the rings were an incredibly sweet gesture, even if they're presented in a comical manner

- you two both wear them every day as if they were real marriage rings

- at first it bothered him that he even had this idea, because it was such an,, adult step in the relationship

- but, as he thought about it, he realized that he was actually getting older. that these kind of things are,, normal of adults, right ?

- plus, he did want to marry you one day

- he really REALLY thought you were the one for him

- turns out, yeah, they are

- on the backside of the curtains, there was the final sticky note, which had nothing more than a heart on it

- after searching the bathroom up and down, he came back to you with his eyebrows knitted together

- kokichi : " unless toothpaste is the present, then i don't think you finished the game. "

- s / o : " yes i did, i gave you all of the hints you need. promise. "

- he stared at the notes in his hands, wondering what kind of stupid you were to think that they were finished

- and then he saw it, staring him right in the face

- B E D

- he gave you that smug look of " i know what you did, but i figured it out "

- and rushed to the bedroom

- but before he could get in, the bell rang on your timer

- s / o : " you didn't make it to the time love, i'm sorry about that hehe. but go. go find it. "

- kokichi looked through the bed, just to find a small box on your side of the bed

- he opened it to see a little pendant with both of your names in japanese and birthstones on a small silver chain

- it was dainty, and cute

- wow he was in love with it, and he didn't even really like necklaces that much

- s / o : " i know you once told me you didn't like necklaces that much, but it was either that or get something a stereotypical guy likes

- kokichi : " i think this is perfect, s / o. and you're right, i don't like necklaces, but fuck guy-things, that stuff is always weird. "

- after you put the necklace on him, he smiled gratefully

- s / o : " so, cake ? "

- kokichi stopped in his place, debating on it heavily, but opted to tackle you down onto the bed

- he wrapped his arms around you, not planning to let you go anytime soon

- kokichi : " not to be gross or anything but cuddles sound much better than cake. cake is for losers. "

- he did, indeed, have a piece of cake later into the day

- before that, you two ended up taking a nap together like that on the bed

- you were more than content to cradle your boyfriend and whisper soft, gentle words

- he genuinely sucks at staying still while cuddling, so he tries to fill up time before he got sleepy

- he would talk to you about whatever popped up into his mind

- which was usually how the world domination plan is definitely going exactly how he plans it

- starting with winning your heart, and then winning the worlds' hearts

- or kissing everywhere from your neck to your bellybutton

- just anywhere he could get his hands on, he would kiss you

- at the end of the day, this was his favorite birthday

- just spending time with the one he loves most and having them love him back in reciprocation

- you always made sure he was well cared for, but this was overdoing yourself

- he wanted to thank you, but didn't really know how to do so

- luckily, you understand him better than he thinks you do

- and you know that look on his face when his eyes are half-closed

- and he's got a smile on his face that he doesn't even realize he has

- that he's happy, even if he doesn't explicitly say it out loud to you

- you let him snuggle into your chest, hoping he could hear your heart

- his eyes began to get heavy, and as he listened to your gentle voice sway him into sleeping

- he really started to think about things, albeit in a half-asleep manner

- he'd grown up, and has since stopped lying as much just for a joke

- he wasn't exactly going to give up his boyish charms no matter how old he is by any means

- partly because he was so damn short it would seem weird to people if he didn't act like what he looked like

- but he was learning how to act like his age

- because he's growing emotionally as well as physically

- he's getting better at trusting people, and letting them know the true kokichi instead of a lie he fabricated to feel better behind a mask

- kokichi is learning that there are people out there that genuinely like to talk to him and want to be around him

- like you, his perfect partner,

- his partner that he plans to hold like this till death do them part, his angel, and saving grace,

- and the person whom he loves no matter how old he gets.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi oma #happy birthday kokichi #killing harmony #danganronpa imagines #i'm in love with you #please stay safe #you are precious #mod kokichi #i am simp

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Twisted Sister Aftermath Review Part 2

And we are back! Sorry the last part was a bit meaty; I couldn’t really cut bits out and most of the relationship stuff could be covered in the first part. And with this part we move onto the more plot relevant sections. So, seeing as we are going to start on a bad note (you will soon see what I mean by that) let’s hop right in!

Plotly Plot Stuff

Unfortunately, we cannot go one Arc without going back to Mr. Polarising himself, Yasuke. If A Student Out of Time ever gets its own TV Tropes page, Yasuke will definitely get the ‘Base-Breaking Character’ trope to him, because yikes has this guy been debated among Anons. Heck even my original review of Yasuke caused some tension! And to address some of the criticisms I’m been getting about Yasuke being nothing like Byakuya…what I meant was that he is a good ‘Rival/Antagonistic’ character. The villains aren’t going to challenge the Quantum Crew’s views, they know they are bad and they are going to get punished. Tsurugi despite being touted as Hajime’s rival isn’t going to challenge him from a moral standpoint, it’s basically like Sae towards the Phantom Thieves, when one riles up society, the law is going to oppose, and as we know the law is evil, it kinda dampens Tsurugi’s viewpoint. Yasuke though, can challenge Hajime as he’s made Hajime think whether going a Pacifist playthrough is really the best way forward. Given how irredeemable some of the villains are, and that simply imprisoning them might not be good enough, it’s going to be a real test to see if the Quantum Crew can go forward without spilling any blood. Granted Yasuke’s morality is twisted as his only friend is Junko…who isn’t the best of influences, and he is narrow minded in thinking that because his girlfriend is invincible, not helped by how much of a Villain Sue she was in Despair Arc, which is another among many reasons why the anime was a piling hot piece of crap. I used Byakuya as a comparison because really the other rival characters are nothing like Yasuke, and I needed something to get my point across. But the best part about his appearance was the savage beatdown Umeko gave him for thinking that the Many Worlds theory is valid. See this is what I love about this blog, the Mod could just go the lazy option when it comes to time travel, but no they take the time to research a plethora of topics and all the research into quantum physics is so good, it’s like reading a better version of Game Theory. Again, the whole Yasuke Multiverse thing could have easily been avoided if the Mod decided to take a break and not write when they were tried, as it seems to be when the most questionable story choices come from, and used their revised idea of having Umeko toss some ideas to Hajime, Hajime thinking about the Many Worlds Theory and heck even using the fact he played the Zero Escape franchise to get a better idea of time travel so he thought he was SHIFTing, and then when he found out he was wrong, for Umeko to chew him out. Anyway, that’s enough talking about Yasuke, I hope I don’t have to touch this jackarse again in a while, I don’t like him, you don’t like him, the Mod doesn’t like him and pretty sure 95% of Anons reading this don’t like him and just talking about him stresses me out.

Umeko wasn’t the only person to throw punches at Yasuke though because Chiaki had a few choice words to say to him as well. And while Umeko is more of ‘Your knowledge of quantum physics is BS’ Chiaki is more from a morality standpoint that she is very sus about Yasuke’s role in the mess. And think about it, he’s been sus of Hajime and co for a while now, we only have his word that Junko doesn’t know, and that ain’t good enough, and it seems the only reason why Yasuke wants to ‘help’ the Quantum Crew out is because they claim his original plan with Junko fails and he wants to ensure there is no chance that the Mindwipe process once he perfects it on Kanade can be done flawlessly with Junko. And again, Yasuke could be secretly involved in the whole plan because the one thing that for many of us is a concern regarding Kanade’s kit to start a school massacre is the BCI containing intel on Class 77-B. You can make an argument about Junko being involved with the other stuff, her analytic talent would have allowed her to create the complicated chemical formula for the addictive, as a model Junko is loaded so she has plenty of money to spend on stuff such as experimental armour on the black market, and her darling sister could have provided the combat data. Yasuke was in Hope’s Peak and would have known that Hibiki came to Hope’s Peak after Kanade was arrested and bonded with Class 77-B. Bear in mind as soon as Junko saw the news that Kanade was arrested, her first response was to call Juu and said she has plans for Kanade but they can wait for now. Obviously, Junko was waiting to see what was going on regarding Kasugano and wanted to test him by seeing how easy or hard he is to break. People often debate why Junko converted Class 77-B and not her own class but I think the reason why she went after them is because of how unified Class 77-B are. As we learn more about other Hope’s Peak classes it becomes clear just how much of an anomaly Class 77-B are in the regards that they are all friends with each other, and have a high level of hope, which of course Junko due to her desire of a challenge went to break them as sending that class into despair would give her the ultimate satisfaction, even more so than her own class. I think Yasuke isn’t going to be talked about for a while because his very presence stresses people out and after how much the Mod was savaged from their last usage of him, they are going to have to seriously rethink how to use Yasuke in a way that doesn’t cause a scrum debate among us Anons.

Still Yasuke did raise a fair point that against someone with no morals like Junko, the Quatern Crew are going to be hard pressed to keep their ‘Thou shall not Kill’ policy. While Hajime claims he has beaten Junko before in the OG timeline and will do so again in the various times Junko has lost, she has played by her own rules and allows room for failure in her plans, because due to how much of a despair fetish she has, the prospect of losing and tasting the despair of losing is too tempting for her. But if Junko realises that Hajime is hell-bend on standing against her, and that the very laws of time are against her, Junko might just go ‘fuck it’ and forgo that prospect of failure and become, much, much more dangerous as a result. Chiaki’s response to this is simple, they just need to expand their ranks and hire more people. In other words, it’s time for the entirety of Class 77-B to know. To some this is a case of ‘about time!’ But there was a reason why Hajime didn’t want to involve the class. He wasn’t aware on how much history can be changed, and as soon as he discovered he can change the timeline, he also became aware that fate is actively working against him, and the more he fights against it, the bigger the backlash. The last thing Hajime wants is his only friends, Class 77-B, to be hurt due to ripple effects of the Ankle Effect. While half of Class 77-B knew, Hajime didn’t go out of his way to tell them, they either forced Hajime to tell them, or they got caught up in one of Hajime’s plans and he had no choice but to tell them. Chiaki got sus of Hajime when he saved Natsumi and Sato and thus he had to spill, Mikan overheard Hajime and Chiaki talking to Umeko about the future, and the only reason Hajime told her is because he knew there was a risk that Umeko could accidently expose Hajime. Sonia and Gundham went to the Melody Rhythm Concert on their own separate investigation because Koroko and Yoruko was talking about serial killers in order to help get intel into Kanade’s mindset, Sonia got sus about all the mysterious deaths around the Otonokoji Twins, and thus got caught up in Hajime’s plan to save Hibiki and stop Kanade. Mahiru and Hiyoko were investigating Kasugano when they got kidnapped by Junya and Haiji, and Fuyuhiko and Peko were the only ones brought in because Hajime needed extra muscle to deal with the traffickers. And it is becoming apparent that changing the future is a task too large for one person as without the help of his fellow time travellers, his classmates that know, Void, and other allies, Hajime wouldn’t have achieved all the victories that the Quantum Crew have enjoyed. And given that Kanade tried to kill them all, its something they cannot hide from their friends anymore and thus its time to spill the truth.

This of course means that the rest of Class 77-B (Teruteru, Imposter, Ibuki, Nekomaru, Nagito, Kazuichi and the Canon Akane) get to meet Void, Another Akane and Sora for the first time. The interactions between them are both sweet and bitter. Sweet because all the Class 77-B interactions are wholesome, Nekomaru and Maku are developing a bromance similar to what Maku enjoyed with Shinji in SDAR2, Akane is done to have a scrap with Maku, Kazuichi is simping for Emma, I hope that doesn’t last, Iroha is fawning over the Imposter, Taira and Teruteru dosed Pornhub, and Kazuichi and Chisa are amazed that Sora exists. But also, bitter because if you noticed, I didn’t mention Nikei. And that’s for a good reason as Nikei didn’t really interact with the rest of Class 77-B, his only interaction is helping Mahiru getting the two horny members (you know who they are) away from each other. We could have had at least an interaction between him and Ibuki as those two actually met before, but nope. This is a clear example on how the other Void members have become comfortable around Class 77-B and warmly welcomed the other class members with open arms and yet Nikei is still gated off. Clearly our Reporter friend here is going for a slow burn character development but one that hopefully will pay off in the end because I will cry rivers of joy when Nikei finally becomes comfortable around Class 77-B. Oh yeah forgot to mention, Chisa and Juzo are in the truth meeting as well. I was wondering if they would be told but it makes sense to tell them as they alongside Kyousuke are doing an internal investigation into the dark under dealings of Hope’s Peak and in Despair Arc came the closest to foiling Junko’s plans to despair bomb the planet. They failed because A) it’s a shitty prequel anime and Junko is a Villain Sue in this and B) she brainwashed Chisa and blackmailed Juzo with his feelings towards Kyousuke dosed with a lot of homophobia, because we didn’t need any more reasons to hate Junko already. Once all the fuzzy feelings are done, the truth is spilled and everyone is horrified, as you would if you found out that in a couple of years’ time the world would end, you are the reason the world ended and you were basically turned into some Anarchist Model’s mind slaves. Naturally some are a little hesitant to accept it, but at the end of the day, its their friends at the end of the day, they didn’t tell them not because they didn’t trust them but because they didn’t need to know and they didn’t want themselves to be hurt by the forces they are up against. Its unclear how many are official Quantum Crew members or just allies, as knowing the truth about the future and being a Quantum Crew member are two different things. Natsumi, Sato, Fuyuhiko, Peko and Mahiru were all offered the chance of membership and they refused for their own reasons, but they didn’t rule out helping the Quantum Crew out if they need their help. Koroko and Kyoji aren’t official Quantum Crew members and yet they pull some serious weight in regards to the various missions the Quantum Crew go on. Chisa and Juzo agree to help as well, and Kyousuke is being left in the dark because he would go and try to kill Junko and we know from experience how well THAT would go. Spoilers: Not very well, just ask OG Juzo and OG Nagito.

Speaking of Kanye West Sans from Undertale on the Nintendo DS, Iroha started to chat up to him as she’s dating Makoto and he’s going to be Class 78’s Lucky Student if nothing changes about his Worst Day Ever, and Nagito drops a bombshell that Kanata is being upgraded from Class 79 student, to Class 78 student! Ever since Toko was sent to the mental hospital and thus means she could never become a member of Class 78, which was already a small class, debate ranged on who would replace Toko, if it was going only be 15 students, or if someone like Hibiki or one of the Voids would replace Toko. Welp the answer is that Kanata is replacing Toko. That’s going to be interesting because I would love to see how Kanata interacts with the rest of Class 78, especially those like Chihiro and Aoi. Obviously, she would be at great risk because she would be in the same class as the Despair Twins but that cannot be helped. But Kanata moving to Class 78 means there is a gap in Class 79. Now this obviously depends if there ever IS a Class 79 because ideally the school will be open as long as Junko is at large but once she is caught and defeated, the next step would be to expose Hope’s Peak, which would be easy because here’s a hint, what did Hajime promise to Nikei to get him on board with helping him in the first place? But call me pessimistic but someone like Junko, the main villain of Danganronpa isn’t going to be caught in a year, and depending how long it takes to defeat Junko, Class 79 might get formed before Junko is defeated. We obviously have a gap, and it depends if say Hibiki goes back to high school and gets scouted for Class 79 because I doubt while all the Voids would be eligible then for Class 79 (Reason why not all would be eligible for Class 78 is because Iroha is a year younger then the other Voids. The Voids as a whole are the same age as the Trigger-Happy Havoc cast, so Iroha is basically similar age to Class 79) That’s something to be tackled another time though.

One last thing before the Arc concludes and it’s the biggest bombshell of them all. So, one might ask, what is bigger than Kanata being part of Class 78? Here’s a simple answer; how about that being a time traveller isn’t the only way to remember the future? Remember when Mikako came to visit her mother? Turned out it wasn’t just a curtsy visit as ever since Mikako had her brain surgery, she’s been having recurring nightmares and the worrying thing about those nightmares is…they are memories of the OG timeline. She drew a picture of Monokuma, which is something that shouldn’t be possible as Junko didn’t come up with the design of Monokuma until she arrived at Hope’s Peak, and the robot version of Monokuma was only made by Junko influencing Monaca, which given that Monaca is more under the influence of the Quantum Crew, means that the Dis Bear more or less is non-existent in this universe. The nightmares are only the start though as before Mikako had her surgery, she met Kanata because Kanata’s adoptive father is the one who did the surgery to remove Mikako’s brain implant, and Mikako noted that Kanata felt familiar, which if Mikako was getting memories of the OG timeline, she should as Kanata was a classmate of hers. Now that Kanata is part of Class 78, she would no longer be a classmate and Mikako also remembered the Massacre timeline as she thanked Koroko before leaving with Yamato for saving her life, which again she shouldn’t have known as that only happened in the Massacre timeline which no longer exists. Mikako didn’t recognize anyone in the nightmares expect for Yamato obviously, but when shown pictures of future Class 79 members like Akane Taira, she noted of them being familiar. So, WTF is going on? I’ll be clear, I don’t think Mikako is a time traveller or a time traveller in the making. If she was, Umeko would have detected that and she didn’t. But what is clear is somehow Mikako is getting memories of other timelines. My best theory is a few factors. Firstly, being the future Ultimate Exorcist, Mikako possesses spiritual powers and maybe said powers provide some immunity to resets, which means that if Hajime has to go up against an enemy who has supernatural abilities, he has to be careful with resetting as its not just time travellers who can remember. Secondly, in the OG timeline, Yamato managed to develop a solution to reserve the memory wiping that Junko and Yasuke invented, and he used it on himself and Mikako. Granted, said machine wasn’t perfect and it did have side effects, Mikako’s emotions got supressed and she had difficulty expressing them and Yamato’s speech patterns got fucked up, but Yamato isn’t experiencing the nightmares like Mikako is. This obviously requires some investigating and probably another goal for the QC to explore in the next arc, but if other characters aside from time travellers can remember the other timelines, it can be both a boon as it means more allies and a bane because all we need is one villainous character to have this ability and then shit will hit the fan. Bonus points if it happens to be Junko. My big worry for Mikako though is that in DRA Mikako gets framed for Yamato’s murder by Monokuma, and he rigged the trial so that Mikako would be executed, forcing her to take poison so that Monokuma won’t get the pleasure of killing her himself, didn’t stop a spiteful Monokuma from executing her corpse though. Her death was on her terms but still recalling being poisoned to death, as Hajime can tell you is very unpleasant and something that Mikako is going to not enjoy dreaming in the slightest.

And with that we have finished Twisted Sister Aftermath! It was lengthier than I wanted but coming off from a plot heavy arc and being basically the spill over from that, it cannot be helped. I will give this a C overall. Normally I would give it a B because it’s not as intense as the previous Arc but the mere presence of Yasuke and the fact that I could see that most of this Arc was the Mod try to remedy their terrible inclusion of him from the previous Arc knocked it down a few points. At least the Mod learnt that you do not write plot when sleep deprived or lacking in energy, as its when the worser aspects of the story tend to be manifested from. Next Arc should be much chiller in tone and I just hope I can cram everything into one submission there. Nikei’s bemoaning that his article about Kanade’s death being too long speaks to me on a personal level. I hope you enjoy this review everyone and see you next time when we hopefully finish with a chiller Arc, and happy Holidays because I believe by the time the next Arc finishes, Christmas would be behind us! -Review Anon

#mod talks #a student out of time #review-anon #these are super long but I appreciate the time put into them #submission

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LFRP: Alus Beauregard | Crystal Server

THE BASICS ––– –– –

Occupation: Free Paladin | Field Medic | Café Proprietor

Hobbies: Fashion | Tea Brewing | Pastry Creation | Jewelry Making | Reading Faerie Tales

Race: Miqo’te (Sunseeker Descent)

Sexuality/Romance: Asexual / Panromantic

Relationship Status: Single; never married

Languages: Eorzean | Common. Understands all languages; possesses The Echo.

Alignment: Neutral Good

PERSONAL ––– –– –

Alias: “Alice” (💢)

Residence: The Goblet, Ward 8 : Sultana’s Breath Apartments; Wing 1; Apartment #21

Place of Work: Café Nobilitea: Lavender Beds Ward 20, Lot #8 | Anywhere his Eorzean Grand Company sends him.

Birthplace: ??? (Grew up in Eorzea; particularly in the Thanalan area)

Fears: Slugs | Failing to keep his comrades safe | Failing to save his enemies from themselves

APPEARANCE ––– –– –

Height: “Tall for a miqo’te” (5′8″/173cm)

Build: Barrel-chested, muscular; untoned muscles | Long legs, wide shoulders, slender hips.

Age: Unknown; nameday 20 yrs ago. Approximately 23 summers old.

Gender: Male

Skin tone: Tan; Gold Undertone

Eye color: Heterochromia; Deep Fuschia (Right) | Golden Yellow (Left)

Hair color: Golden Blonde

Body Mods: Pierced ears.

Distinguishing Marks: [SPOILER] Large amounts of large-scale bruises and scars all over his body. They are almost always covered up with his clothing. There are no visible scars on his face, neck, or hands.

Common Accessories: Large amounts of gold jewelry; Excessive rings, bracelets, pocket watch chains, earrings, tiaras, circlets, crowns | Large amounts of fresh and/or fake flowers; On his lapel, coming out of his pockets, warn as a flower crown, tucked in his hair, tucked amongst the buttons on his outfits, etc.

BODY LANGUAGE ––– –– –

Walk: Excellent posture; he carries his upper body with strength, while his legs nearly cross in his stride like an elegant female runway model.

Voice: His voice is often strong, clear, deep, and commanding, with the slightest hinge of huskiness. While off-guard, however, his voice cracks into a higher pitched and goofier voice. His quiet tones are very soft and sweet, like a warm fuzzy blanket wrapping you up in it on a cold winter’s night. (Voiceclaim/reference: Johnny Yong Bosch, particularly his roles as Vash from Trigun and Zero from Marvel vs. Capcom.)

Tics or Mannerisms: His speech consists of a shakepearian inspired word usage with a consistent disuse of contractions, similar to Urianger. | He tends to step-dance or become especially physically clumsy while nervous in social situations. | He will elegantly dodge all physical contact, even minor, unless he is comfortable enough with you to make the first contact.

Smell: Gardenia (Jasmine) / Cuttlebone dust

Posture: Constantly straight and erect; shoulders rolled back, chest out. Never looks truly relaxed, even while sitting. A model of good posture.

Disabilities: [SPOILER] Surface numbness on his scar tissue. Mild numbness in his left-hand fingertips.

RELATIONSHIPS ––– –– –

Romantic Partner: (None.)

Parents: Gwenneg Beauregard (Adoptive) (Deceased)

Siblings: Arc Beauregard (Twin Brother) (Alive)

Children: (None.)

Extended Family: (Unknown.)

Pets: Various unnamed wild songbirds and a fledgling Dodo that followed him home. He keeps feeding them, so they keep coming back, but he does not claim ownership of any of them. | He has also developed a relationship with a wild white horse he’s named Marion who consistently comes to his call. | His military-issued chocobo is named Erminia.

Other: Alus considers everyone he meets to be a friend.

PERSONALITY TRAITS ––– –– –

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Addictive / In Between / Nonaddictive

RP HOOKS ––– –– –

Café Nobilitea: Alus is the proprietor of a western-style teahouse with a distinct theme for elegance, royalty, and other-worldliness - His café is bright, full of flowers, and always playing soft kind-hearted piano music; the type of place a person could become lost in whence they’ve become tired of the grueling and dark outer world; a real heaven and haven. He often spends his free time there and enjoys sitting with his customers to get to know them.

Grand Company Militia: Alus is a very active member with the Eorzean grand companies in fighting against the Garlean empire and any other threats to the peace there might be upon the world. It’s very possible your character might have teamed up with him at some point in active duty.

The Prince on a White Horse: Alus patrols random fields often in order to keep the peace. Your character or someone your character knows might have been saved by the mysterious ‘Prince on a white horse’ while being attacked by bandits or beastmen, who oft leaves without giving his name.

A Fellow Warrior Of Light: Alus has helped out the Scions of the Seventh Dawn on occasion due to his status as a Warrior of Light; one of many.

LOOKING FOR ––– –– –

Long-Term ANYTHING!: Friendships, rivalries, casual familiarities, romances, anything. Alus has lived a long life without any PC RP interactions, and I feel his writing suffers for it. I want someone who will be there for the long run and get to know him. I want stories to develop. I want Alus to grow because of other people.

Open-minded villains!: Alus has the patience of a saint and will befriend the nastiest of criminals no matter what. Alus will stop them from directly committing serious crimes he may be there to witness (murder, kidnapping, robbery, etc.), but will ultimately be very forgiving and calm when dealing with these topics. He wants to genuinely make a connection with people he doesn’t understand and strives his best to soften anybody’s heart, no matter how hard. His ultimate goal is to change their ways for the better through patience and understanding.

Platonic flirts!: Alus has a lot of love to give and happy to give it to nearly everyone and anyone. He throws around the words ‘I love you’ quite easily, and if he is especially crushing on someone, he will hold their hands and hug them openly despite his normal dislike of physical touch. He is most happy when he has a large circle of queerplatonic relationships, but will be absolutely exclusive to their ‘steady’ when he has made that romantic commitment.

Distant family members!: Alus knows very little of the Beauregards; his adoptive father and surnamesake did not speak of them much. Alus is fascinated with Elezen culture and considers himself one of them. He would be incredibly happy to find anyone with the same last name who would welcome him to his adopted ancestor’s information.

ADVENTURE!: Once in awhile, let’s RP somewhere other than a unmoving place. Let’s RP in a dungeon. Let’s RP while doing gold saucer chores. Let’s RP while talking to random minor NPCs. Let’s RP while doing something other than just sitting! It can help a lot with improvisation and keep the creative juices flowing.

ABOUT THE MUN ––– –– –

Who I am: Hey, my name’s Will. I’m a 24 y/o prep cook living in Alaska. My family’s straight-up wiccan, I got 3 black cats, I love super flashy ridiculous fashion, 1980s comedies, and my favorite game’s Bayonetta. I’m a queer Aquarius with mild ADHD. Buddhism and pacifism are super important to me. I love the McElroys?? and uh. I yell in caps a lot. i WILL make you a playlist of music if you ask for recommendations, don’t fuckin tempt me. I’m a casual goofus fuck. here’s my ‘me’ tag on my personal,

Server: Balmung, Crystal Data Center

Time Zone: Alaska (GMT-8)

Availability: 11AM-2AM (subject to change)

Writing Style: Rapidfire! 95WPM. I like to RP just like I type normally - as thoughts pop up, I type ‘em, just like if I was talking. I’m not a big fan of waiting for turns; I have an anxiety disorder and that particularly makes me extremely anxious! However, I am happy to do short paragraph RP with you if we’ve been RPing long enough. Huge paragraph RP is 100% OK on Discord!

Platforms: In-game(preferred) or Discord.

Restrictions ––– –– –

No ERP!

No Permadeath! I really do not want to RP with anyone who intends to eventually kill off their character, either. This is a legitimate trigger for me.

RP Fighting...? I’ve never done this before. I’m not a fan of physical injury so it’s unlikely I would want to, either. But if the situation really calls for it, I’m open to learning. I will not allow you to permanently disfigure or disable my character - temporary injury is alright, but please talk to me about it first.

Mature Themes...? This is okay for me. Swearing, murder, prostitution, drugs.. I’m an adult! I don’t mind these themes being mentioned or being used as a backdrop to a prompt. Alus isn’t a fan of these things though! So just keep that in mind.

Sexual Assault...? For the most part, NO. However, a forceful kiss? An inappropriate touching that stops as soon as my character says no? Maybe. Ask me beforehand and be clear about what you’re thinking, no surprises.

More Info ––– –– –

Click here for Alus’ RP blog and all the memes and asks I’ve written for him!

tags;

@ffxiv-crystal-rp @crystalxivrp @mooglemeet

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv rp #ff14 #ffxiv lfrp #alus beauregard #crystal data center #meme

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mars-the-4th-planet · 4 years

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Ivy Munger plays Project Libitina (creepy fic for Halloween for my friend, might be disturbing)

(part one of two)

The episode begins with Jukebox herself wrapped cozily in a blanket, which is how all the episodes should start. She was playing a mod for doki doki literature club called Doki Doki: New Horizons on her GBA. She had little else to do what with quarantine and all. Spookbox watched mischievously out the window, silently giggling and rubber her hands together. She slipped through the window and crept into the kitchen, somehow unheard by Jukebox who stayed focused on her game. Spookbox was visibly transparent to the audience the whole time, representing that she is invisible to the characters in TIMS. (the ivy munger show)

Just then, Trolli and Sakura comes strolling and trolling in. Sakura sits perched atop of Trolli's shoulders. Trolli leans over to look at Jukebox's GBA screen. Currently, Jukebox is making Natsuki Island. In the shape of a trans flag, because of the common Natsuki headcanon. Trolli sees it and chuckles. "Hehehehe, a rectangle island Jukebox? I haven't seen such creative talent since Sakura tied her shoes together. Without laces!"

"H-Hey... I told you, I didn't do it! There was an imposter and they sabotaged me!" protested Sakura helplessly. "Sure, Saki. But seriously, a plain rectangle for an island? I know you can do better than that Jukebox. Especially for Natsuki."

"It's in the shape of a trans flag for the trans natsuki headcanon! No need to tease me Trolli."

"Ahahahahaa, trans natsuki? I love trans rights as much as you do Jukebox, but natsuki has been proven many times to be cis." Trolli pointed out.

"Aren't trans flags just the same shape as-" Sakura began, but was cut off by YouTube personified marching in and throwing a throw pillow at Trolli. "DEMONITIZED! Slurs are not allowed on this platform."

Jukebox sighed and rested her head against her hand. Trolli shot back: "What, cis? Cis isn't a slur!" only to get another throw pillow thrown at him. "Okay, okay... I won't say it anymore, happy?"

"Can I just play my game please? Actually you know what I'm getting a snack. You all need to stop this bizarre drama before a fight breaks out in our comment section."

It was too late for that. Already an argument had begun between people saying "cis is a slur" and "cissy lives don't matter" but that wasn't the main problem Jukebox would have to worry about...

She walked into the kitchen, and got an unopened box of cereal out of the cupboard. Jukebox opened up the top, and with a crinkle she opened the plastic bag inside...

Immediately after it was opened, an arm reached out of the box and grabbed Jukebox by the collar prompting a surprised yelp from her. A second hand reached out too, holding a handgun and pointing it at Jukebox's face. She struggled but to no avail. "Mwahahaha... I just caught an imposter~" a voice said behind her. Jukebox heard sound of something phasing out of invisibility right afterward. "What the- Who are you?! Let me go! TROLLI! SAKURA! HELP!" She shouted, panicky.

Trolli and Sakura rushed in. "Oh no! Jukebox! Jukebox? W-Which is the real Jukebox?"

Behind Jukebox was Spookbox, except she wasn't wearing her usual demonic makeup and had clothes on that matched Jukebox. She just looked like an eviller Jukebox with her hands behind her back. Of course, her hands were not really behind her back at all, they were coming out of the cereal box. "I caught an imposter trying to steal our cereal!!"

"What?? Why would you do this imposter--are you the same one who tied my shoes together!? Hmph!" Sakura jumped up and down while asking this. "No! I'm not an imposter! Who is behind me, I can't see them! Stop being weird and help me! >_<"

"It's... You. Is this some kind of prank?" Trolli asked, looking quizzical.

"For real guys, it's me." Said Spookbox. "I think this is M. M stands for Me, so it makes sense that M would take the appearance of Me."

"What are you talking about??" Jukebox replied, still panicky. "I'm not M! I don't even know who M is! What do you WANT?"

"Hmm..." Sakura looked skeptically at the both of them. "Both of my senpais seem kind of sus... How can we tell?"

"It's simple. I'm good at games, so this imposter should have to play a game to prove it!" Spookbox suggested.

"Which game?"

"Project Libitina! It's scary, perfect for a Halloween special! And it fits with our theme, with our DDLC let's play being one of our flagship series!"

"Why didn't you think of that, other Jukebox?"

"To be honest I wasn't thinking about my channel's content at the moment, probably because I have a gun in my face..." Jukebox pointed out.

"Fair enough." Snarled Spookbox.

"So... I just have to play Project Libitina then? That's good I thought you were gonna take my money or something..."

"I'm also taking your money. Or should I say, MY money. Since you're pretending to be me."

Trolli and Sakura giggled at that remark.

"...Dammit"

"DEMONITIZED!" YouTube shouted from another room.

Suddenly, the screen went to black and white and froze in place. A rantsona appeared on screen, although it didn't resemble any real animal. It looked sort of like if you mashed a zubat from pokemon together with a teddy bear, made the resulting fusion really fuzzy and put a green cap with a red star on it. "ACTUALLY!" he said, although his mouth (which took up the whole face) only cut to a frame where it was open instead of having lip syncing. "Spookbox should not have been portrayed as the villain in this episode! She is a working class hero taking DIRECT ACTION against the bougie youtuber who makes millions off of playing video games! She was right to aim for recollecting Jukebox's wealth as a goal."

Sakura spoke up, since she was also a 2D character she could still perceive what was happening. Although she didn't move at all while speaking. "This is OUR video! Kindly bug off! No one wants to hear your deranged and incorrect-"

The odd rantsona shook violently for a split second, and the video cut to black.

Once the video flickered back on, Jukebox was jumping onto the couch, ready to play Project Libitina. "Wow, it feels like this video has been going on for a while! And we haven't even gotten to the game yet! So I'll keep it's introduction brief. Project Libitina was meant to come out in 2018, but Dan Salvado had several delays. Not this was in any way his fault, he claimed that after working on the game his health would rapidly decline and would receive death threats that made him scared to continue work. Eventually though, he was able to finish and now we finally get to play DDLC's sequel! Or... Prequel if Matpat is right."

Jukebox started up the game and watched as the intro played. A warning flickered on the screen, saying that the game was far too disturbing to be played by people without adaquete mental training and preparation.

"Wow can you imagine having that much motivation. Sick, scared, and he still finished the game? If only certain people could work with that much determination."

Jukebox looked indignant. "What, you mean me?"

"No." Trolli looked directly into the camera. This made everyone watching uncomfortable.

Spookbox swatted Trolli. "Cut that out! I'm supposed to be the creepy one."

"But-

"No fighting, I need to hurry up and film the gameplay segment." Jukebox interrupted.

"All right, with that out of the way, the beginning of the game gives you a nice recap on the portrait of Markov. You get to choose between playing as "Mister Jones" or someone just named "Squid". Squid looks kind of depressing, probably because there was pretty clearly an accident involved with her? I'm pretty sure the researchers tried to give her a powerful tentacle arm, but as you can see... It doesn't look like it worked very well."

"Sure this game isn't too much for you Jukebox?" Trolli asked, voice hinting towards actual concern. "Maybe the other box should have to play it first since it was her idea..."

"Nah don't worry, I'm a brave girl!" Jukebox reassured Trolli.

"So, we're playing as Mister Jones. He's a single father, his wife apparently died but it's not that important to the game really. He honestly seems over it, as mean as that sounds to say. But you see a lot of his internal dialouge and he doesn't seem too fazed."

"Right now we're doing an experiment to try and increase control over Libitina. She kept attacking researchers until we gave her a real bedroom. So my task is to watch her through the window until she gets so uncomfortable that she agrees to go back in her sleeping box instead."

Jukebox took a deep breath and swallowed.

"In fact, most of the game seems to be doing experiments on this kid. The catch is that she has mind powers and can mess with you and other characters in all sorts of ways. For example, since she can sense you coming to the window, by the time you look through it she's already staring at the window. As you can see she's pretty clearly scared of us, so she's going to try all sorts of things to get us to stop watching her. But if we can stay firm, she will become so distressed by being spied on that the only way she can feel any privacy is to go into her ventilated steel container we call her sleeping box. The goal is basically to make her wish she never demanded to have a real bedroom like a normal child."

Jukebox said this clearly, but her voice quivered a little midway through. "She will try everything to get you to stop watching her like I said. Right now I'm hearing things in my headphones like something is behind me in the game. Like an animal growling, someone breathing in my ear, twigs snapping from being stepped on. It's tempting to look behind yourself but if you do it reaffirms her power over you and she will get closer to the window when you're not looking. If she gets emboldened enough to reach you, you get a game over screen. But if you keep your eyes on her, it makes her feel powerless. See? She's trying to hide under her blanket. If she does that it gives you an opportunity to tap her window for giving her extra fear. Don't tap her window when she is looking at you though!"

"What happens then?" Spookbox asked, intrigued.

"I don't really want to talk about that, haha. You get a special game over, basically." Jukebox giggled nervously.

"Now, since she has the ability to draw nearby threats to you, you need to learn how to tell what noises are just her trying to trick you and what are actually dangerous. She won't approach the window when things are outside besides just you. So you can shoot whatever's threatening you. For being a chapter of the game where you just watch Libitina through her bedroom window, it's surprisingly unsettling for me- AAAA!"

A ghoulish person wielding a tool so bloody it was hard to tell what it was supposed to be used for yanked Mister Jones around in the game and swung the tool repeatedly at him. It moved with strangely few frames, like a rushed stop motion project. Jukebox was too late in reacting to the attack, and got a game over screen. The game over screen had Squid holding Libitina by her hand and leading her along a road in the middle of nowhere. They both seemed very happy about it.

"Ohh! Oh my god- that-- not going to lie, this game kind of gets to me. But I'm no imposter or a quitter so I'll just cut until after I find out how to beat this part! And that's just one of several things that can kill you in this part of the gsme!"

The camera cut to black just as Trolli started saying something. When it reappeared, Jukebox looked sweaty and Trolli and Spookbox were no longer in the room. "Okay, so, I finally got the win screen. It took a while, but we finally got Libitina to start shaking under her blanket, and at this point she can't or won't pull any more psychic nonsense on us. We still have to be careful about wandering enemies but we can freely look away from the window now. Any second now... Ah there we go."

A distant alarm went off in the game and a win screen popped up. "Success!" it displayed, over a background of research papers that were heavily scribbled on. A 2D anime style clip played of Libitina begrudgingly asking a researcher to please let her sleep in her sleeping box again instead of a bedroom.

"Now we can go on to the next task! Our need experiment is optional, and apparently is important to the lore according to literally the one post I could find online about the mechanics of Project Libitina. Seems like only a couple people have played it counting me, weird. The reason it's optional though is because it's "the main reason for the warning at the start of the game" but I'm a brave girl so we're doing it!"

Text scrolled on the screen as jukebox selected the chapter. "Knife Conditioning: to-"

Jukebox shuddered and turned off the game. "Yeah, no, not a brave enough girl for this. It's one thing to see disturbing stuff, another entirely to be the one causing it. I can see why this is a psychological horror game. It's just too much for me. Right you two?"

Jukebox turned around, and looked confused. "Trolli? Other Jukebox? Where did everyone go? Wasn't someone else here too?"

She shrugged. "Guess they got bored and left. Oh well! I'm Ivy Munger, and thank you all for a wonderful time!" Jukebox thought it over. "Well, maybe not wonderful but thank you for watching! And don't play Project Libitina unless you are REALLY sure you can handle the darker stuff. Apparently the game has a happy ending and I might get to that later in a future episode but I'm not doing the optional chapters I can tell you that much."

#tw body horror #tw knife #tw knives #abuse tw #long post

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castlevania-afterdark-imagines · 5 years

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Fem s/o soft-doms Isaac (pt. 1)

Mod Rose and I realized: Of all the boys, Isaac is the only one we haven't done something submissive with yet... so I went hard. Because this boy could use a gentle dom in his life.

She was going to drive him mad. She had proposed this...idea weeks ago, with the feathery bat of her eyelashes that he could never say no to. It was the reason she used that trick at all.

Isaac was a patient man, but this wasn’t waiting, it was torture. It was catching her eye during meetings, a devilish gleam winking back at him but giving no indication of when. It was small nips on his lips when he would kiss her in passing, the scent of her hair lingering in the air when she would scamper out of reach. He wanted to say he hated it, wanted to tie her down and take her affections in hand but she had promised something much sweeter when the time was right.

Finally he caved in, bursting through the door to her room with speed that half slammed the door for him. She didn’t seem surprised at all, simply putting a marker in her book and setting it aside as he crossed the floor and grabbed the arms of her chair. He was panting, his skin electric as the calm in her eyes only served to stoke the flame.

“Beloved,” he mutters, willing himself to be still instead of shaking. “Have I not been patient enough? Or is there some task you are waiting for me to accomplish?”

A flicker of confusion crossed her features which upsets him further. Is she not under the same spell? Unable to taste the tension in the air? Or is she tormenting him further?

“You told me,” he forces out, looking down at her neck instead of meeting the eyes now searching his figure for answers, “that you wanted to experiment, to try…”

“Ah, is that what has you so pent up?”

He huffed a laugh, feeling like an idiot. She must be toying with him, she couldn’t truly be so immune.

“If that is what you wish to call this curse you’ve set on me. My mind has been unable to clear since you mentioned it. It is in my work, my footsteps, and I was under the impression it was in yours as well.”

A hand brushes over his, bringing his gaze back up. She smiled softly, the grasp on his gives a tender squeeze. “Would you like to start now?”

Isaac finds himself smiling back, no more calm but warm instead of burning. “Isn’t it a bit against the grain for you to ask that? You did say you wanted to take control for a night.”

“Just because you are in the habit of pinning me to a wall and having your wicked way with me at any hour of the day or night does not mean it is the only way control can be taken.”

He couldn’t argue with that, though he did smirk at the sudden flood of very pleasant memories. “Of course. Then how will you have your way with me? I cannot stand the waiting much longer.”

“Isaac…”

“I am serious. I am not afraid of pain, if that is the reason you hesitate. Whatever you will of me just take it and if it pleases you, be quick about it.” His brief tirade is cut off as two soft hands cup his face, stealing his thoughts as her thumbs brush over his cheekbones.

“Isaac, breathe.” He does, though it ends up being closer to a frustrated grunt of air in her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you on like this. You did so well holding on for me.”

He isn’t sure what to say to that. He’d expected...well, anything else. A rough order, perhaps even a light slap on his cheek to gain his obedience. All he is aware of is the consistent back and forth of her thumbs brushing the skin by his eyes and the way her pupils have grown wider in the dim candlelight.

“I will do anything you ask,” he utters, feeling his grip on the armchair soften. She gives a little shake of her head and he knits his brows in confusion.

She tugs gently on his face, “Come down here first.”

He becomes faintly aware of the height difference he’s holding above her, and carefully kneels down without breaking the hold she has on his face. Now she’s only slightly above him and his arms fall limply to his sides. He feels a little frustrated, still trying to piece together her intent. She has his entire history of teasing and tempting her at her disposal for reference material. He almost expects that she will order him to strip here on the floor, or maybe even kiss her feet. For anyone else he’d sooner turn to bite their hand but the idea isn’t as immediately repulsive as he thought it might be. But she does neither, instead leaning forward so that they are nearly nose to nose. It feels like his heartbeat has set pace to the motion of her thumbs.

“Isaac, I think you might be misunderstanding what I’m after.”

“Then tell me plainly, and I will see that you get it.”

“You are so eager to please me,” she observes, but the statement out loud makes a shiver run down Isaac’s spine. “But I need to know something first.” She starts to remove her hands and Isaac finds himself following them for a moment before straightening. Her fingertips trace over the collar of his robe, he can feel the faintest pressure against his skin. “What would you like me to do to you, Isaac?”

Again he feels a rush of fire, wishing she would just do the deed already. It is hardly the first time they have been intimate, why does this feel like she is asking permission to touch him all over again? He just wants her to-

“Put your hands back on my face,” he says, his lips pursed in the beginning of a frown. Damn her, she laughs instead of getting upset at him for his curtness.

“You must really be in a state for your manners to have vanished so quickly,” she chides him, but her soft hands again return to his face. He exhales a sigh against the warmth, eyes fluttering closed. There’s a feeling of...satisfaction there, pressed to his temples. She was supposed to be taking control, dominating him, but had given him what he’d asked for. Well, demanded. Perhaps this limitation could be tested further.

“Kiss me,” he orders, eyes flicking open when he feels no movement. She’s giving him a raised eyebrow, corner of her mouth pulled into a smirk.

“Come now, my love, you can still say ‘please’ can you not?”

He feels his face flush in frustration but sighs when her palms press lightly against his face. Fine, if she wanted to play that game...

“Would you kiss me, please?” The word felt foreign on his tongue, he’s much more accustomed to hearing it fall from her lips in wild desperation when he’s buried inside of her and refusing to move fast enough for her liking. But that flicker of a memory fades as he watches her grin and slowly lean forward to press her lips against his.

Unlike her brash invasions of his mouth that he’s been accustomed to receiving all week, this kiss is different. She is painfully slow, his eyes fluttering closed as she tilts his head to her preference, her mouth moving slowly and gently pulling his lower lip between her teeth but not so much as scratching him with them. His soft grunt of impatience is swallowed and forgotten, his breath slowly stolen as she only pulls him closer. Her knees part to let his torso bend between them, his hands finding balance on her knees. When she slowly parts their lips enough to allow breath between them he feels drunk, skin hot and mind foggy. Their half lidded eyes meet for a moment before she grins and returns to her thorough exploration of him. When he feels the flick of her tongue asking for entry he parts his lips eagerly, her quiet moan making him tighten his grip and twist the fabric of her skirts.

Finally he comes up for air, a gasp like breaking though the surface of water rushes between them. He’s aware of a dull ache in his knees but that is overshadowed by the insistent tightness in his britches. Her eyes gleaming and lips glossy, she seems to sense his discomfort. A careful slippered foot nudges between his knees and presses the back of it against his crotch. He hisses a breath between his teeth, face held still by suddenly firm hands. She looks delighted.

“Tell me, what do you want?”

Isaac wants to scream, but she’s carefully rubbing against his cock just enough to derail him. He finds himself suddenly lacking the words, he’s wanting many things at once but can't quite pin down exactly how. He wants her to keep touching him, to kiss him more, but also for the love of every grain of sand at the bottom of the sea to get on with it. Blessedly she seems to understand, giving his cheek a little pat.

“Soon. But first, a little...reprimand for being so rude earlier.” His lips part to protest but she presses her left index finger against them to silence him. She traces his Cupid’s bow carefully, giggling when he crinkles his nose against the sensation. “Would you like to apologize to me with this?” she asks, tapping on his bottom lip. His eyebrows jump up, before a small smile pulls at the delicate skin under the finger. Her meaning is clear, a little blush betraying her otherwise cool demeanour. Any other day he might tease her but the dull fizzing in his brain instead tells him to nod, and is rewarded with the delighted excitement sparking in her eyes.

She tells him to scoot back a bit, rest his knees for a moment. He listens, folding his legs once he's shuffled back enough for her to stand. He watches from the floor as the removes her clothing at an agonizing pace. It is like sitting at an oasis but only able to watch the water ripple instead of throwing himself into it, though he supposes he will soon get permission to drink.

Only once she is bare does he realize he's been gripping the fabric of his robes at his knees, and that he's panting. She notes it as well, and drops to one knee before him. His traitorous eyes follow the crux of her legs before following the centerline of her body to her eyes. Usually she would chide him for staring so blatantly but instead she reaches forward to touch his cheek, a shaking breath leaving his mouth as she turns her palm to cup it. When had he stopped breathing?

"Isaac?"

He nods, not sure what he's agreeing to but is vehement about it. Her smile reflects on his own face.

"Are you ready to please me?"

"Without question, yes." Idly he's reminded of using that phrase to address another "master", it amuses him to think of how Dracula would react knowing how the current context of its use.

She peppers a few kisses to his brow and he closes his eyes against the temptation to stare at her very available chest. It might help keep his hands from reaching forward as well.

"Then let us begin," she purrs. She stands and steps back to the chair where she's carefully laid out her clothes to sit on, a good plan consisting what happened to the last chair they'd used for their exploits. She leans back, pointing her toes before deliberately opening her legs to present herself. She beckons him forward with a curl of her finger and he is crawling forward before he pay mind to the image of one of Dracula's generals being in such a submissive position. He is only aware of the glittering smile she gives him, the gentle touch of her fingers on his hands as he grips her knees, and the blissful sigh that parts from her lips as he worships her with his tongue. Her thighs shiver beneath his hands and he feels the vibrations travel down his spine.

He is always painfully attuned to her body, reading it for the tell tale signs of a job well done. Isaac requires no instructions to satisfy her. But now she is tracing the curve of his skull with her fingers, murmuring demands of where to lick and how hard to suck. He obeys and is rewarded with praises and another rock of her hips against his mouth. Not having to think of his next steps he feels entranced, mind silent for everything but her and the burning need to keep following her lead.

Isaac only surfaces from the haze when he feels a gentle tug on his collar. His eyes open to see her panting, a brilliant flush across her cheeks and chest. She holds him still and shuffles up to kiss him again. He nearly backs away, face drenched in her juices but she doesn't seem to care. If anything she cleans his lips with careful flicks of her tongue, leaving him the space to catch his breath between strokes.

"Touch me, Isaac," she purrs, pulling his hands from her thighs and bringing them to her waist. He greedily complies, rising up on his knees to wrap his arms around her, pulling their torsos together while she leaves him drunk with kisses.

As much as he wishes he could live in this moment for the next era the heat in his groin is becoming unbearable. When he lifts a hand with the intent to at least rearrange he is stopped, hands placed back to her waist as he grunts softly against her lips in frustration. Just as he believes he will have to beg again in order to seek relief she sits up, pulling his lower lip carefully between her teeth for a moment longer than necessary to draw a strained moan from him. He gazes upon the glossy and bruised red mouth before him and considers reaching forward to drink again. Then her voice draws his eyes up, "Are you ready for more?"

More; an everything promise with no answers, yet again. But instead of arguing Isaac simply nods and squeezes her waist between his hands.

"Yes, please."

-Mod Soviet

#isaac #fem reader #mod soviet #imagines #Castlevania

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murasaki-murasame · 4 years

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After two full months of waiting, enough for me to have 600 goddamn summons hoarded up, Gala Leif has finally been released, and even though I probably should have waited to get an idea of how good all the new units are, I decided to immediately summon on the gala anyway.

I’ll go over all of what I can remember from my summons under the cut, but TL;DR: I got every new banner unit and I still have 330 summons left >:3c

Before the gala summons, I also used the 5-star adventurer/dragon vouchers I got from the royal regimen endeavors, which got me a dupe Xander, a dupe Mikoto, two dupe Louises, a dupe P-Siren [now at 1UB], a dupe Freyja [now my second copy’s at 3UB], and I think the third dragon was maybe a Nidhogg or something but I don’t remember.

As for the gala itself, the new units I got were:

-Gala Leif [!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

-Two copies of the Xuan Zang alt [one of them was from within my first ten single vouchers lol]

-Zhu Bajie [I got Leif after 220 summons and then I decided to keep going for this dude, who I thankfully got after just 50 more summons]

-Four copies of Tie Shan Gongzhu [Since I got so many copies of her I decided to use a few sunlight stones to get a MUB copy of her while having a 0UB one left over. I tend to run my two copies of Freyja at the same time pretty often in my wind team, so I figured it’d be worth having two copies of her. I still have eight sunlight stones left over anyway]

-Andromeda [I dunno if I’ll ever use her but it’s cool to get her]

And these are the dupes I got that I can remember:

-Lathna [I swear to god I’ve gotten a dupe Lathna from like every single gala since she came out]

-Grace [Guess who I got from the last dream summon lol]

-S-Celery

-S-Julietta [She’s quickly becoming one of my dreaded dupes to get, especially since I didn’t get Gala Elly when she came out]

-Gala Sarisse [I think I’ve somehow gotten like three copies of her in total at this point]

-Arctos [I have him MUB already so this is just gonna be a second copy now]

-Kagutsuchi [now at 1UB]

-OG Siren [now at 1UB]

-Epimetheus [now at 3UB]

-Garuda [now at 1UB]

-Shinobi [now my second copy’s at 3UB]

-Freyja [like I said with the other Freyja dupe I got, my second copy’s now at 3UB]

-Simurgh [now at 1UB]

-Nimis [now at 1UB]

-Nyarlathotep [now at 3UB]

That’s all I remember but there were probably a few more, lol.

Anyway, I haven’t had much time to use them yet, but I actually feel more excited about the new light units than Leif himself. I honestly can’t figure out what role Leif is meant to play in the wind meta. In spite of having a shield stance, his only real defense utility is a 60% defense buff that only applies to himself, and other than that he has lots of attacking skills that apparently do a lot of damage, unique attack combos that are basically the same as the chefs but he only needs a 6+ combo to activate it, and a whole bunch of entirely offensive abilities. I wouldn’t be surprised if he ends up being a top-tier wind DPS unit, but it feels like he’s intended to play a defensive role even though he doesn’t really have anything in his kit to support that. I think his big self-only defense buff has a good shot at letting him cheese part stuff like HMC’s waterfall, but that only applies to himself.

In general I dunno who he’d replace on my wind team for stuff like soloing eCiella. Unless I can get by without T-Hope’s team defense buffs, I might be able to get rid of Ranzal and just share his S1 for the dispel, but I dunno.

I really hope he doesn’t end up falling into obscurity due to not having enough in the way of unique utility to make him stand out, but he seems like he at least does way more damage than Gala Ranzal, so that’s nice, lol.

But aside from him, the new light units honestly all look extremely good. I think they’re definitely going to shake up the light meta a lot more than Leif will do for wind, but it’ll still be a while before shadow Agito comes out in the first place.

I only have a vague idea of what some of the damage mods are for all the new units, but I’m hearing that Xuan Zang’s S1 does a surprisingly high amount of damage, at least in it’s upgraded form. Her S2 AoE zone also looks way bigger than what other units with that type of skill get, so it’ll probably be a lot easier for her to reliably include all her teammates in it. Apparently her force strike also works more like a staff force-strike, so that’s neat. I think she might actually trump Peony in the DPS sim just due to raw damage mods, but she also provides a lot of defensive utility via her S1 strength debuff, and her S2 shadow res buff, so that might edge her out as well in a way that wouldn’t be reflected in something like the DPS sim. Also she can reduce the enemy’s paralysis resistance but I don’t know the numbers on that, or how much it’d really impact a paralysis team.

Zhu Bajie also seems even better in practice than I thought he’d be, lol. He plays a lot like the Monster Hunter units due to his unique force-strike which basically works in the exact same ways theirs do, and unlike how axe force strikes normally work, it works more like a lance force-strike. So he ends up not playing like an axe unit at all, which is interesting. And on top of all that stuff, he also has enmity scaling on his S1, and he can reduce his health with his S2 like Natalie can. I saw that his S1 gets up to a max of like 1900% damage mods, which is really good, even if you won’t really get that high in practice. His force-strike also has really high SP gain, enough to fill his S1 in two force-strikes [which takes like five or so seconds], so it feels like it’s gonna be really easy to spam, which makes the high damage mods even better. His force-strike also seems to have a 460% paralysis punisher damage mod added onto it when it’s fully charged, so that might make a real impact on his overall damage. He also gets Resilient Offense, which is a really good ability in general, but it might be hard to trigger it multiple times since his S2 makes it so you can’t heal him for 10 seconds. His S1 also inflicts stun, which might be good in certain situations but stun tends to be pretty unreliable. I think he’s going to pair extremely well with the Xuan Zang alt, since her strength debuffs and shadow res buffs will make it way easier for him to tank hits while at low health.

Sorta like how the Xuan Zang alt makes me feel way better about having skipped Peony, Zhu Bajie makes me feel better about having skipped all the Monster Hunster units [mainly Vanessa], lol. Vanessa still has her own unique defensive stuff going on, but I feel like Zhu Bajie plays extremely similarly to her in spite of being an axe unit, so that’s cool.

I’m a little salty that Sha Wujing is another light lance instead of a light healer, but honestly his kit looks really good, and he’ll probably see more use this way than if he was a healer, lol. His main appeal is basically that he has a defense debuff zone on his S2, which is really nice in general, though his two abilities are about buffing his damage, so maybe his S1 will let him do a lot of damage as well. The thing that’s really interesting to me, though, is that his S2 is a shared skill you can give to other characters, which I really didn’t see coming, since they’d actively avoided letting you skill share any other defense debuff zone skills. He might end up being a really useful skill share option for certain fights, especially stuff like speedrun comps where you want to stack as many strength buffs and defense debuffs as you can right away.

Also it’s extremely funny to me that since he’s a featured 4-star in a gala banner, he wound up having extremely high appearance rates [7% normally, and 40% on the final summon in a tenfold], which basically means that any amount of summoning on this gala is gonna lead to you getting like a million copies of this dude, lol. I think in the 270 summons I did, I got like 15-20 copies of him, with there being multiple instances of me getting like three copies of him in a single tenfold. It’s not a big deal or anything, and he seems to be a really good unit so it’s nice that he’s really easy to get, but it’s funny to me how much he’s been plaguing everyone’s summons.

Tie Shan Gongzhu also looks like she’s gonna be the go-to dragon for basically any light support unit, so that’s cool. She doesn’t have a heal skill, but we already have Cupid for that.

I don’t know all of their damage mods and SP costs and stuff yet, and it’ll be a little while before the DPS sim updates to include them, but I think they’re going to be top-tier light units. Hopefully they don’t get powercrept by the time shadow Agito comes out, lol. Either way this is exactly what the light element’s been desperately needing after like six months of Oops! All Limited!

Which is also why I’m really really happy that they decided to put these characters on rate-up along with Gala Leif, since it meant I was able to get them along with Leif, instead of having to skip their banner entirely to save for the next gala. I hope they make this a trend going forward. I think GBF does this a lot with their galas, so maybe they’re shifting to this model for galas now. This just seems like a net positive all around, and it means I feel like I’m missing out less by hoarding exclusively for gala banners.

Anyway this banner treated me extremely well, which is a huge relief after how bad my experience with the Gala Alex banner was. I was worried that the 600 summons i had saved up wouldn’t be enough to get Leif, but I managed to get at least one copy of everyone in less than 300 summons, so that’s great.

I guess now my short-term goal is to just skip all the non-limited banners between now and the next gala. So we’ll just see how that goes. I have a feeling we’ll get a rerun of the Daikokuten banner in the next month or two, which might really tempt me since I didn’t get Daikokuten or Nobunaga when they came out, but I don’t know if they interest me enough to chase after that, especially with monthly galas seeming to be a thing now.

#dragalia lost #after a billion years I have finally summoned the man! the legend! the Leif!!!!!

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imagine-organization-xiii · 5 years

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the members with a very clingy pregnant s/o that constantly wants to cuddle

I’m tempted to just make Sam another mod for this blog because she does so much shit for me, you guys wouldn’t believe

Enjoy!

Xemnas

This pregnancy was hard on Xemnas and he wasn’t even the one carrying the baby. Creating another vessel, as his s/o proposed the idea, seemed like an amazing concept in theory. However, months later, after it’s much too late to go back on his choice, he finds that the concept of making another human being was a lot more complex than he realized. His s/o is always emotional and crying and demanding food that can only be found on some far off world, which meant that he had to send one of the other members to fetch it for him. Honestly, how hard could it possibly be to find oysters in Port Royal?

The hardest part of the whole situation was that she never wanted to be alone. When it was just the two of them, Xemnas found it easy enough to just slip away and conduct his business, then come home as he pleased, but now he found himself most days sitting next to his s/o on a couch and doing all of his work there while his spare hand is gently scratching the young woman’s head. Some nights the two would just sit and talk of the days activities, and sometimes they would just sit in silence or play a record to listen to.

Either way, she seemed to be happy with the arrangement they had and it was quite common for her to fall asleep with a little silence in a quiet room together. And when she was asleep, Xemnas found himself watching her. Maybe it was natural instinct, but watching her sleep brought him a sense of ease. The Superior could help a small smile. The poor thing was a trooper, he could easily see how tired carrying this child made her. But she did it for him. The white haired man turned down and placed a kiss on the sleeping woman’s head before returning to his work and enjoying the soft music playing in the room. This trial was one they would get through together.

Xigbar

Aw No. She was crying again. She did that a lot lately. Hormones or something. He didn’t know why she was crying but god did he hate it when she cried. It felt shitty. So shitty.

“Aw babe… Don’t - don’t cry. Please.” Xigbar was so bad with emotions and shit like this and ever since his s/o got pregnant, the emotional workload has been a lot higher for him. Does he regret it? no. Not one bit. But it was… hard. She was sitting on the bed, weeping into a pillow and watching a movie on the television. Apparently the dog had died and it was just too much for her.

Xigbar sat on the edge of the bed next to her and she immediately moved to cling to him. Apparently she just felt the need for contact. He sighed, wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulled her into his chest, and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Better?” He asked.

The girl nodded as she placed a kiss on the sharpshooters scarred cheek and cuddled closer, returning her attentions to the movie. Even as they say there, Xigbar’s hand moved to the girls swollen tummy. She was having his baby; something he never in all of his plans expected to happen. It was something he had to get used to at first, but this was something he was willing to take one day at a time though the though that there would a child of his running around terrified him at times. If it wasn’t her; he probably would have been good as gone. If you told that he would have been here one day, holding the girl he cares about more than anyone in all the worlds, who was big with his baby no less, he would have said they were on some hard shit.

He kissed his love on the cheek again. If this kid comes out anything like her, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Xaldin

The large man had once, long ago, before everything, dreamed of having a family; a little wife for him to care for and protect along with the patter of little feet. He never told anyone this, of course, that would be ridiculous, but he still found himself thinking about his little fantasy in times of strife. Even still, the lancer knew those dreams were unrealistic. Real love was for fools. But now, even as that dream was almost a reality, he still didn’t believe it. Here he sat, out on a small bench in Radiant Garden, looking up at the stars with his little wife nestled up against him, and her belly growing larger with each passing day with his child. It was almost too good to be true.

Now that the sun had gone down, it was as if Radiant Gardens had frozen in time. All of the town was asleep and all that could be heard was the soft breeze rustling through the trees. Xaldin could feel his little wife shiver from the breeze. “Are you cold?” He asked as he looked down at her.

“A bit, but don’t worry about me.“ The girl smiled. She was always like this, wishing not to be a burden. She was the type to rather suffer than be a bother to anyone, but Xaldin knew what to do. In a graceful movement, the dark-haired man reached one arm behind her back and the other beneath her knees and lifted the girl up gently onto his lap before wrapping his arms around her.

“Is that better?” His little wife nothing as she leaned in her head to rest on Xaldin’s shoulder before giving him a kiss on the cheek and making a soft hum of approval. That was enough to say yes. The two sat in silence once again, looking at the sky above them as the stars twinkled in the sky. This world, the one he knew in his past life, was one that always brought him ease. After a moment, the lancer couldn’t help but place a hand on her swollen belly, something he never thought he would be able to feel in this life of his. How did he even deserve anything close to this? She hummed contentedly as he kept her warm before speaking.

“Here.” She reached up and moved Xaldin’s hand to another part of her belly. “He’s kicking. Feel.” And not a moment later, he felt it; the little foot pressing itself against her belly and into the palm of his hand. And it was as if for a moment, the stars that were in the sky were in the lancer’s heart instead, almost feeling a light inside of him that he hadn’t felt in eons. He smiled and pressed a kiss to his little wife’s cheek before holding her closer to him.

“Our baby is a fighter.” he couldn’t help but let his smile grow to a full grin.

“Just like his Daddy.” She smiled, kissing her husband back, but on his lips.

How did he deserve such bliss?

Vexen

Was this expected? No. Definitely not. But what also was not expected was how well the Scientist would take to the news. As soon as the initial shock wore off, the man acted as if he was a father for years. Piles of prenatal vitamins and books of research littered the counter tops, and don’t even start on letting her do any manual labor. Vexen keeps calling on Lexaeus to help her with any and all laborious tasks. It was a little overbearing but she knew that her partner only wanted the best for her and this baby.

The only thing the scientist didn’t expect was her need for his attention and company. At first it was very difficult for the spindly man, unable to get to work without her incessant crying for his affection, but soon enough a solution was found by turning an older and unused portion of the lab into a place where his little spouse could sit and be out of harms way. This was not HIS choice of course, but the rest of the organization insisted that to keep the pregnant woman happy was to throw away the old/broken machines and failed experiments Vexen hoarded back there and make it into a place where the only one that had to ‘deal’ with all her problems was Vexen.

As time went by, the scientist started to like the company and knowing that his partner was here and safe at all times was a good benefit. Sometimes, when he was waiting for results or letting a machine run its course, the scientist likes to come down to her little sitting corner and stop for a moment. Before her, he would never have even thought of doing such a thing, but maybe having a child of his own was starting to make him settle down more.

He sat next to her and gave the woman a kiss on her hand as he did so. “How are you feeling today? No complications?” The scientists green eyes scanned over her as he spoke, almost wary.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes yes. Everything is fine. You worry too much, Vexen. If anything were wrong, I would have told you already.” As the scientist settled into the seat beside her, the woman nestled herself into the spindly man. He must not be comfortable, but she still seemed content.

The scientist let out a tired sigh as she pushed herself into him, reaching an arm around the girls waist. As he did, the blondes long fingers brushed against the girls ever growing middle. She was still only midway but the poor thing was tired more often than not. Raising Ienzo had given the scientist a feel for what it was like to be a parent, but this was the part that was unfamiliar. Was this normal? Was she okay? The books seemed to indicate yes, but that still didn’t assuage his worries. Sitting in the silence as he held her close to him, Vexen would often let worries like this take over his talented mind.

But as the worries clouded his thoughts, Vexen was brought back when he saw his partner’s eyes looking up at him in concern. Even with all of these changes, she still found it in her heart to worry about someone like him. And from that look, something in him just cleared, for even just a moment, the scientist knew everything was going to be okay. “Alright.. I think that enough work has been done for the day…” The scientist sighed as he rose to his feet, then turning and placing a hand out to his partner. “How about we go home and make some dinner? What are you in the mood for?”

The girl smiled and took her love’s hand, using him to help her up onto her feet. Standing became difficult when there was a mass the size of a watermelon inside of you. “Ohhh you shouldn’t ask a pregnant woman what she’s hungry for.” she laughed. “It could be anything.”

“Well,” The scientist smiled. “Maybe I am willing to take that risk.” And as the two walked back up to their quarters, Vexen did something he hadn’t done foe quite some time; he grinned to himself on how great this new experiment could be.

Lexaeus

Lexaeus is so ready to be a dad. He loved raising Ienzo so much and when he found out you were having this baby, the man couldn’t help but be happy. It was hard for him to show it of course, but his partner knew just by his actions. For the last few months, The large man was home from missions faster than ever before, so eager to get home and see her, sometimes even before the sun was close to setting. Coming through the door to their quarters in the castle and being greeted by her smiling face was probably his favorite part of the day.

Looking up from her chair, her smile went wide the moment her eyes met his. She almost jumped as she rose from her chair to meet him. “Welcome home!” She grinned. “How was your mission? Do you need anything? I can start on dinner!” She was so excitable. It was something the hero loved about her.

“Please.. “ He needed to choose his words carefully. “Today was good. Good work to be done. But you need to rest. For the Baby.” Heh. The baby. That thought alone gave him a little thrill.

“Oh you worry too much! It’s still early. I’m barely showing and I can still do a lot. And I can’t help myself if I missed you.” As she spoke, the large man couldn’t help but look at the bump that had only started to show. “I wish you didn’t have to go so much, but I know you can’t help it.”

Lexaeus felt the same way, and he knew he couldn’t do much to change that. But sometimes he knew how to make it up to her. In one effortless motion, the silent hero swooped his beloved into his arms and started to carry her to the bathroom, placing her down only to draw a warm bath.

After their bath, Lexaeus helped his beloved to their couch and wrapped her gently in the blankets she loved most before sitting down next to her. When they had what little time together they could find, Lexaeus found himself only wanting to hold her close to him. Paternal instincts maybe? Either way, he didn’t mind. She snuggled herself into him more as he held her close. The two sat in silence for a while, listening to the soft rain that pitted against the window of the castle. In the calming silence, the man whispered.

“I can’t wait… to meet them..” The man smiled as he placed his large hand on her tiny one resting on her stomach.

She smiled and gave him a kiss on the side of his face. “They can’t wait to meet you either. I just know it.”

Zexion

Zexion and his SO had been together for a while. They loved each other quite a lot, and knew they could take on anything together. But Zexion finding out his love was pregnant, well it was more than a shock for him. The boy was not a child anymore, but he didn’t think he was quite ready for kids just yet.

Of course, when fate makes those choices for you, you need to become ready. Zexion immediately stepped up to the challenge. He worked hard to get what was needed and did what needed to be done. Sometimes that meant doing extra tasks around to Organization, and sometimes that meant working on longer missions but the boy worked hard. This also meant getting home to his beloved later than he wanted to. She would always wait up for him, saying it was unfair to expect him to do the work. She always had a good meal on the table waiting and as small as it was, the boy found it was the thing he was most thankful for.

After the meal was eaten and the dishes were done, the two liked to spend what little time was left in the day laying on their bed together, Reading books. Zexion would usually be the one readings as she laid her head on his chest, listening to his voice.As he read, Zexion could sense his dear love falling asleep. He knew that as time went on, staying up this late became more and more difficult for her. The girl was growing a life, it was no easy task, but these moments were the ones he treasured most.

“I think that’s enough reading for tonight…” Zexion closed his book and placed it down on the nightstand next to him, the movement rousing the girl from near-sleep.

“Nnnh? Aw, no… I was listening, I swear - I…” She yawned again.

“Sure you were. Either way, Bed time.” Reaching over, Zexion turned off the lamp on the nightstand and the room went black. In the darkness, the scholar turned to himself back to his S/O and wrapped his arms around her growing belly. They often slept like this, comforted by each other in sleep. The only problem was that he knew he had to leave her again at dawn, but for now, he took all of her in.

As much as this baby was going to be a large trial, the idea that in a few months he was going to be a dad gave Zexion a tingle of excitement. This was something he wanted to be one day, and while it was much sooner than he expected, he still was excited to be with the woman he loved and that she was having his baby.

The boy placed a kiss on her shoulder, it was clear she was already asleep, but it didn’t matter. The scholar knew that all of this hard work would be worth it when their little one would arrive. And it was going to be amazing.

Saix

Something about seeing his partner waddling around the castle, heavy with his child, gave Saix a burst of masculine pride every time he saw her. The pregnancy had been tough so far but the Diviner was confident in his abilities as a guardian that things would be alright. This, however, didn’t stop him from guarding over the mother of his child like a hawk at all hours. She never left his side, and didn’t mind his concern, but when he started getting protective over who she spoke with was where things started to get hairy. There had to be a conversation about how Demyx was too afraid to approach her anymore, something to do with the glares and threats he was receiving? Either way, it took a lot of reasoning and argument before she was able to even see her friends again.

But even after the discussion, hedidn’t want to leave anything to risk. His s/o was top priority, first and foremost. So most times, she still stayed by her lover’s side. Missions quickly were taken off of her agenda and were replaced with time resting and eating properly. But when he was finished with assigning missions and answering to Lord Xemnas, Saix spent the free time he made to tend to his ever growing mate. This child was not quite planned, but when plans change, you need to make changes accordingly.

This morning, like most others, she waited on one of the many leather love-seats in the Gray Area while Saix assigned the morning missions. Usually, she was able to stay awake through the morning, but today as Saix looked over his shoulder to check on her, he found that she had fallen back asleep on the sofa. As the last of the other members left to other worlds to complete their missions, Saix made his way to the couch. For a moment he just watched her sleep, the steady rising and falling of her chest bringing him a sense of calm. She was supposed to be nothing to him. He was a nobody. He was supposed to feel nothing. But what would explain his need to protect this person? He may never know. What he did know was that priorities change.

Lifting her head briefly, the diviner sat down on the couch and placed her head back down on his lap. At least won’t be as harmful to her neck. As she slept, the blue-haired man brought a hand to her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, and gently rubbed her head with the tips of her fingers. She liked that. The girl let out a contented sigh soundly asleep. The two sat like this for a while; maybe 15 minutes. Maybe 30. Eventually, his partner roused from her slumber.

“Nnnngh…” she sighed as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Looking up and seeing her beloved, she smiled. “Hey, you…. Done already?”

“Yes… All done.” His expression softened as he spoke. “Nothing left to do today until the others return… In the meantime, are you hungry? I can make something to eat.”

“Hmmm… That does sound nice, but… Can we just stay like this a while?” She asked, reaching a hand up and tucking a stray lock of blue behind the Diviner’s ear. “Its not very often I have such a handsome pillow.”

“Alright. If that is what you wish.” Saix replied as his love made herself comfortable on his lap again, closing her eyes and letting out a contented sigh. The diviner continued running his fingers through the girls hair and gently massaged the top of hair. As crazy as it all was, sometimes moments of serenity could be found.

As they sat in silence, Saix found himself looking out the window to the moon. Who could expect this turn of events? The fearsome Saix, the Lunar Diviner, gently holding a maiden in his lap who was carrying his child? No one certainly.. And then his gaze drifted down to her.. Sleeping safely in his lap, unafraid of the monster that he was. Maybe.. If someone like her could love him, then he could be an alright father to his child.

Axel

It was another long day, doing questionable tasks for an organization that had both given Axel everything and taken almost all of it away. But at least now he was able to return home to the one thing he knew was his and his alone. Coming through the door to their shared quarters made him feel like one of the husbands in those old 1950’s tv shows.

“I’m home!” Axel called out into the room. The redhead waited a moment, but when no reply came, worry took over, running to the kitchen, bathroom, every room, but found nothing. Worry quickly turned to fear as his searching became more rushed and panicked.

And then, in the bedroom, there she was, asleep on the bed with a pillow stuffed between her knees. Axel let out a sigh of relief as he dropped to the bedside, moving the stray hair from her face, and placing a kiss on his beloved’s head. The girl scrunched her face in reaction before slowly rousing from sleep, her eyes meeting his large green ones.

“Oh, welcome home…” She smiled before letting out a big yawn. “I missed you…” The redhead smiled and placed a hand on her swollen tummy. He never got tired of doing it, and every time he did, he felt a flurry of excitement. “I missed you, too… Were you two good while I was gone?”

Oh man.. Someone needs to tell this baby that kicking me all day and night is not funny… It’s definitely your little prankster in there. No one else keeps me awake more than you.”

Axel broke into a grin and kissed her neck, giving a teasing nibble to her ear. “Oh, is that so? I think that attitude of yours is how we got into this predicament in the first place.” He placed another big kiss on her cheek before moving down to his beloved’s big belly. “You hear that, Baby? Keeping your mom awake is my job. You need to cool it. Got it memorized?”

“Oh thank goodness the kicking stopped…” she sighed in relief, placing a hand through her husbands bright red mane. “You have a way with kids, Axel, I swear…”

“Well, I really hope so. For this kid’s sake, at least.“ He rose from her belly and sat beside her on the bed, staring down at his hand over her stomach.

“Axel… You’re gonna be great. Don’t worry just yet,” she sat up with a little wiggle, and placed a kiss on the young man’s cheek before nuzzling into the crook of his neck. The redhead kept his one hand on her stomach as the other wrapped itself over her shoulder and around her.

Yeah… They were going to get through this together. Somehow.

Demyx

“Oh Come On! Come On! One more song!” Demyx whined to his love as he started to strum on his sitar. He looked up longingly at his beloved from where he was sitting on the floor. “You know music is good for the baby, and so is listening to voices outside! I just want to sing one more…”

“Alright alright fine. one more… As good as music is, sleep is important, too” She yawned as she rocked in her chair, the one her sweet little Demyx got Lexaeus to carry up for them earlier that day.

The boy gleamed as he started to play soft notes on his sitar, singing a soft song he learned in one of the worlds his recent missions took him to. “Baby mine, don’t you cry. Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.”

“How was that? Think the baby will like it?” he asked, the light still sparkling in his eyes.

She chuckled. “It was perfect, Dem. They’re gonna love it… Now, can you help me up? We need to rest.”

The boy rose to his feet and held a hand out to help her back out of the chair. The girl rose to her feet with a wobble, but quickly gained her footing. She was finally starting to get the hang of her balance with her new big belly. The two made it to the bedroom without any problems and laid down in the bed, his arm quick to wrap around her and pull into him. The two sat on the bed a moment looking up at the ceiling, each lost in thought.

“I am so excited to be a dad…” The musician mused, almost to himself. “Like at first, this was so scary. Well, It’s still kinda scary, but now I’m kinda excited for it? I know it’s gonna be hard but.. For the first time, I’m looking forward to the hard work.” The girl looked over at Demyx with mock surprise.

“Did I just hear the Melodious Nocturne, Demyx, King of Avoiding Missions, just say that he wanted to do hard work? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” She poked fun, but it was true. He did. “No, really! I think it’s because I want to be a good dad… But I want to be the best I can be…”

And with that admission, the girl smiled, placing a gentle hand on the musicians cheek and pulling him into a small kiss.

“Well.. Then I guess I’ve got just the right guy, huh?” Demyx smiled into her lips as he kissed her again and again.

Luxord

“Oh come on… just one drink? To settle my stomach? Shouldn’t be a problem, Really.” The pregnant woman whined as Luxord locked the liquor in the cabinet, a precaution he didn’t think he’d have to take. It had only been 2 months into the pregnancy and now it was going to be even longer without alcohol for him to drink.

“What? No! Alcohol is not something you can have anymore. You know that.” The blond sighed and closed the liquor cabinet with a click before walking to the stove and pouring 2 piping hot cups of tea. “If you want something to drink, have some of this. It’s an herbal tea I heard about in the Land of Dragons. It is supposed to be good for you and the baby.”

As Luxord placed the teacup on the table in front of her, his beloved lady frowned, giving the teacup a look of contempt of someone who killed her family. She was not happy about all of these changes but it was her call to keep this baby, and therefore , it was his job to honor it and make sure she didn’t do something dangerous. And as much as the gambler was doubtful he was the “good father type”, he knew how much he loved this girl and he was willing to go through heaven and hell for her, and if that meant kids, so be it. But watching her stare so sadly at the tea in front of her made him let out a tired sigh.

“My dear… I know this is something that neither of us expected would be happening, especially so soon..” The blond reached his free arm over her shoulder as he sat down next to her and placed his own tea on the table. “But we’re going to brave these seas, we need to do it the right way. We don’t get any second chances at this, my love. And as much as I would love to replace my tea with something much stronger, I will not give in to temptation. So, please, try the tea.” The gambler placed a kiss on his treasures head before reaching to grab her tea and offering it to her. The girl gave him a disgruntled sigh before taking the cup from him and taking a sip.

“Its… good. Hot and kind of bitter… but nice..” She took another sip, a larger one this time and let out a sight to allow the heat to escape. Luxord smiled in relief, placing a hand on her stomach and moving himself closer to her.

“You see? Maybe some change won’t be so bad for us. After all, our lives before now may not be best for a little one to be growing up in.” As he spoke, he moved his hands in tiny circular motions on her tummy.

“Luxord, please.. I’m not even showing yet…Don’t get too excitable…” she chuckled and shoved the blond away playfully only to have him bounce back to her and place a kiss on the side of her ear.

“Oh… But you know full well how excitable I can be.” The gambler gave her a hungry grin before diving into the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites.. Causing her to shudder and let out a light gasp.

Well, at least there are some things that won’t ever change.

Marluxia

It was almost time, and Marluxia knew how difficult it had been for his little flower. Though she wasn’t so little anymore, she still looked radiant. Most days, he found himself just watching her waddle around their home, entranced by her beauty. And as much as she didn’t believe him, it was true. The assassin sighed dreamily as he watched her sleep next to him. The morning moonlight from outside the castle window seemed to just gently caress her skin. Eventually, his beloved roused from her slumber and turned her head to see the rose-haired man staring down at her.

“Good morning, my Blossom.” The assassin cooed as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled himself close.

“You were staring again, my love.” She smiled, turning herself to face him, but in the process separating them with her swollen tummy. Marluxia softly chuckled and moved his hand to her stomach.

“You know I can’t help myself.” He grinned. “My eyes are drawn to beauty, and once they find it, they can’t tear themselves away. It would be just sinful.”

“Oh? I don’t think I remember you having a problem with sinning 9 months ago… I guess you’ve changed more than I thought.” She teased him with a false hypothetical, but it was true. It was sinning that got them to this point after all.

“Hmmmm…” The assassin moved in and started to leave a trail of kisses down his blossom’s neck. “Well… All rules have exceptions, don’t you think?”

She laughed as his kisses tickled her skin and for a moment everything was at peace. But then as if out of nowhere, her face scrunched and she let out a soft hiss of pain. It only lasted a moment and then her face quickly changed back to the one Marluxia knew.

“I… We gotta go. Now.”

Was this it? Before Marluxia could even ask, he looked into her eyes, and it was painfully obvious that yes this was it.

Oh. Shit.

Larxene

Aw man, another shitty day of working with utter morons. Larxene let out an aggravated sigh as she walked down the castle halls. Sometimes it seemed pointless to be here at all, but after days like this, she knew something good was waiting for her at home. The nymph straightened her posture and stretched her arms up over her head to loosen up before reaching out to the door in front of her.

“I’m home! Where are you?” She called before unzipping her large coat, hanging it on the wall behind her, and revealing the black tank top and pants underneath. Not everyone in this organization went commando under those things, you know. As she kicked off her black leather boots that were super not convenient for combat, a small voice called back from the back of the domicile.

“Bedroom!”

Larxene started to walk back towards the back bedroom, but making sure to stop at the fridge to grab her pint of ice cream and a spoon. As she came through the bedroom, she couldn’t help but smile. There sitting up in the bed was her girlfriend, tummy swollen with their growing baby, watching TV and snacking on what looked like Chipithys, her favorite snack.

Now you might be asking yourself: “how did Larxene the Bitch Queen end up having a baby?” Well a lot of her coworkers asked the same question. But the answer is none of your fucking business. Once these girls decided it was what they both wanted, there wasn’t a force that could stop them. Of course, it wasn’t that hard to get Marluxia to agree to help them out. Good friends do that.

“Hey! How was work?” The girl asked as she moves some pillows beside her on the bed, making room for Larxene.

“Work was crap.” She gave an exasperated sigh as she plopped down on the bed next to her girlfriend. “Demyx ruined my cover on checking out a swarm of heartless when we were in the Land of Dragons, all because he saw a SPIDER. I swear, he was lie ’Eughhh! Larxene get it awayyy'” And as the blonde mocked her compatriot, complete with arm movements and a pretty good impression of the whiney musician, her girlfriend couldn’t help but break out in hysterical laughter. The laughter was contagious as Larxene broke out in giggles soon after, only cracking open her pint of ice cream when the laughter died down.

“For real though… Men are so stupid…” Larxene stated as she ate a spoonful of ice cream. Her girlfriend looked mildly concerned.

“You know there’s like a 50% chance that this baby is a boy, right? What then, Larx? You still gonna be saying that? Ahh-” She opened her mouth wide as Larxene fed her a spoonful and she let out a little hum of satisfaction. She was so cute. Larxene reached over and placed a kiss on her girlfriends cheek.

“Well yeah, but.. At least that’s our boy that we’ll raise to not be stupid. I mean, we’re his parents, how stupid could he really be?” Her girlfriend laughed again, resting a head on Larxene’s shoulder. She placed kiss on her girlfriend’s forehead, took another bite of her ice cream and stared up at the TV. “So what’re we watching? General Hospital?”

“What? No its Days of our Lives… Jeez Larx…It's completely different...”

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SEASONS IN DESTINY 2'S THIRD YEAR

Hey everyone,

A couple of weeks ago, I did a (too?) many-word retrospective [Part I, Part II, Part III] on the last six months or so of Destiny 2. This covered what we think worked well, what didn’t work as well as we’d hoped, and some of our thinking on where Destiny 2 is heading. You’ll see some of this manifesting in what’s coming this fall:

A Rise of Iron–sized expansion, Shadowkeep, where we’ll explore how the Moon has evolved since we were there last. (See how vague I’m being? It’s because I don’t want to SPOIL. There are many, many sleeps to go.)

Overhauls to key game systems such as armor that give you more choices on how you play and look.

Evolution of game difficulty systems, starting with changes to Nightfall strikes. (You may have seen a preview last week at gamescom; more on that down the road.)

Features that make it easier to play with friends, such as New Light* (more below) and Cross Save. (I see all of you new-to-PC players. Thanks to the PC community for welcoming them!)

We’re simultaneously deepening the parts of Destiny 2 we know and love, but also removing the prohibitive stuff from before that made Destiny 2 hard to play with your friends.

This is a real high-wire act. We want Destiny to be a game where every blueberry could become someone who calls the Tower home.

My hands have had a week off from typing, so let’s talk about seasonal philosophy and how Seasons are shifting to fit with how we tell stories and move the world forward in the vision of Destiny 2 as a single, evolving world.

I mentioned in the Director’s Cut, Part III that we want Destiny to be a world that has narrative momentum, and a key part of that will be how Seasons support Year 3. Back in June, we mentioned that one of the ways we’re making it easier for friends to play together is to offer everything à la carte. We’re going to do just that with each Season. You and your friends can choose what you want to play, and the world will change every Season.

Year 3 will have four fully supported Seasons of content (last year’s Annual Pass had only three!), but this year, you can opt in to each Season for 10 bucks—you won’t have to pay up front for an entire year of content, like with the Forsaken Annual Pass. (FYI, the first season in this new vision, Season of the Undying, is included with Shadowkeep, but if you just want to experience Season of the Undying, you can grab that à la carte without needing Shadowkeep.)

THE WORLD OF DESTINY 2 CHANGES EVERY SEASON With each new Season in Destiny, we want players to feel like they—as a community—are contributing to Destiny’s evolving world. Each Season in Destiny has to ride the line between delivering self-contained, Season-long world arcs and making the handoff to the next season. Together, Seasons move the Destiny universe forward.

In Season of the Undying, the portal to the Black Garden that was opened as a part of JacketQuest has awoken the Vex, and they are now pouring out across the surface of the Moon. Working with Ikora, players will [Do Some Stuff, Go Somewhere, Fight Some Things, and Solve a Problem aka REDACTED]. By the end of the Season, the portals will close, the world state will change, and the Seasonal activity connected to it will go away.

Yet something remains. This will be just in time for [REDACTED] to kick off the start of Season Nine—Season of Dawn.

Everyone who plays Destiny will be able to see how the world is different and changing during the Season. Those with the Season Pass will be able to play a seasonal matchmade activity within the Black Garden for that extra level of sweet gear (this is similar to the old Annual Pass access), but the goal is that everyone will be involved in how the world changes.

And at the end of the Season, your collective actions will have caused the world state to change and the Seasonal Activity connected to those events will also go away.

Doing this allows us to evolve the world—narratively, but potentially physically as well. It is not possible to keep Destiny frozen in place to allow all activities to live forever while also changing the world in meaningful ways. This strategy lets our team be agile and innovative. We believe that Destiny will grow even better when the world state can change, and that the best Destiny stories are the ones where “you had to be there when….”

But while events and activities in the world will come and go as the world evolves, weapons critical to the meta will not be locked in each Season for new players or for players who missed that Season. Legendaries and Exotics you need to stay competitive will be re-earnable in the future, although not always immediately after the Season ends. We’ll be talking more about that later—this is one area where, with the new seasonal model, we expect our plans to evolve across the Seasons to meet the needs of the Destiny community.

And while we’re on the subject of gear and weapons, I want to talk about some other additions we’re making to your chase to create whatever-your-perfect-Guardian-is.

Reward Philosophy in D2Y3 As we dug into how to deepen the customization of your Guardians, we wanted a reward system that could: standardize some of the reward mechanisms each Season, provide clear value in its rewards, make the value of a paid Season super clear, and allow players predictable progression via XP.

We all love the chase—that perfect roll!—but we all play differently. Year 3 will add more transparency and predictability while still giving you the RNG option for the unexpected gear or roll you didn’t know you loved until you got it.

We’re adding two new predictable reward pursuits in Season of the Undying.

Seasonal Artifact Our first addition is the new Seasonal Artifact, which is free to all players. This will allow you to further customize your Guardian’s build every Season by unlocking additional mods to socket in your Armor 2.0 gear. Earning XP just by playing will level up your Artifact, letting you unlock the next mod you want for your characters.

While leveling up and unlocking mods, you will also increase the Power of the Artifact, which will continue increasing until the end of the Season (yes, it is uncapped). Artifact Power adds directly to your overall Power and is account-wide. We are both excited, and a little terrified, to see how high players will manage to raise their Artifact Power during the Season.

We want the Artifact to let us experiment more freely with our sandbox. During the last five years of Destiny, we’ve really wrestled with (and continue to wrestle with) obsolescence and permanence in player Power. So, when we were coming up with something new in the Seasonal Artifact, we wanted to figure out how we could have a system that allowed players to create build-altering powers yet not need to commit indefinitely to whatever they made and have it live on forever.

We want to date new builds, not get them hitched into the forever combat ecosystem.

It doesn’t have to be forever anymore. The Artifact can spotlight some different ways to play each Season and introduce new types of perks, while we (and you!) can experiment more boldly with new combinations and expressions of Power. We want to use the Artifact as a mechanic to allow the game to shift some each Season. In an action game like Destiny, part of the fun can be discovering new ways to play.

Here’s an example from my own play: I earned Wendigo this season. I did it naturally, by grinding a ton of strikes (although I was pretty tempted to go farm Blind Well with a group to make it go faster). I ended up using Fighting Lion a bunch in these strikes to get my grenade kills (omg why don’t the guys at the end of “The Hollowed Lair” count?!). What I found was that I really liked using Grenade Launchers, but I hadn’t really given them a spot in my routine PvE loadout (I don’t have Mountaintop). But as I was playing with Fighting Lion, I was getting better at using breech-loaded Grenade Launchers and at timing my detonations, et cetera.

So, while I was on WendigoQuest, I ended up developing an appreciation for an archetype I’d largely overlooked, and I developed some new skills (OK, “skills”) while earning Wendigo.

Seasonal Artifacts and Seasonal mods will go away at the end of each Season. And the new Season will bring a new Artifact, new mods, and a new pursuit for Power. This way, we can try bolder balance choices each Season with the sandbox, and if we get it a little wrong, we’ll be more likely to let it ride for the whole Season without nerfing your new favorite OP build.

Seasonal XP Progression The second predictable reward chase we’re adding to Seasons are Season Pass Ranks. Some of you might have spotted this on the August 14 armor stream, but we didn’t provide any context. Without context, it’s really easy to find yourself on the jumping-to-conclusions mat. (This is totally human; we all do it. I certainly do. It’s OK.)

Let’s talk about these ranks.

We want to make sure that each Season has multiple, complementary reward sources, because we all play Destiny differently, and we want to be able to customize our Guardians the way we want to. We will continue to have RNG rewards as a part of our activities, and we also want to add a direct track of rewards each Season that you can progress every evening. The best weapons and armor will still live in the treasure chests of our toughest monsters and villains, but we hope now there will be fewer nights where players feel like they logged into Destiny and got nothing done.

The Internet is talking a lot about different builds in games. Season Ranks are kind of like a build for playing a season of Destiny. Grabbing bounties, doing strikes, completing weekly challenges—these are straightforward ways to unlock Season Pass Ranks when you don’t have the time to arrange a raid group, or check Google for the right strategies to solve a problem, or gamble against RNG (where it feels like the house always wins). The ranks help our friends in the community who have families and/or full time jobs, or who are deep in finals territory at college. Sometimes you just want to log in, grab some bounties, shoot some aliens (or Guardians), earn XP, and chill with your friends.

That’s why we’ve added 100 ranks to earn each Season, with Free and Premium track rewards, plus a UX design that’s intuitive and familiar if you play other games. Unlike those other games, you’ll make progress by earning XP doing the things you’re already doing in Destiny—defeating monsters and completing bounties and activities. This is about a new additive layer of predictable rewards for just playing the game.

Here’s a look at the Season Pass UI:

It’s All Part of the Season

With every Season Pass, you will get everything you’d expect from a Destiny Season (new activities, rewards, a storyline, et cetera), not just the new Season Rank UI and the reward tracks. Like I alluded to way back in the first Director’s Cut, we need more sustainable ways to deliver rewards, and the Season Rank UI is a big step in us getting there.

So now, with all this context, let’s look at what you Season Pass owners get in Season of the Undying (which, again, is included with Shadowkeep):

Season Pass owners get access to a new seasonal activity, the Vex Offensive, which includes:

Four Legendary Weapon drops

Additional weekly and daily bounties

Additional weekly challenges with powerful rewards

A new weapon quest for an Exotic Bow, Leviathan’s Breath

Exclusive to Season Pass owners

A new Exotic Hand Cannon, Eriana’s Vow

Awarded on Rank 35 of the free track

Awarded on Rank 1 of the premium track

Three seasonal Legendary armor sets (one for each class)

Collect a complete set during the first 25 ranks of the free track

NOTE: This is a change from the Annual Pass, where you were required to purchase gear from the Season.

On the premium track you get all three sets on Rank 1

These also drop within the Vex Offensive seasonal activity

If you want versions with higher stat tiers, you’ll need to play Vex Offensive to earn them

Some additional premium track rewards:

Three universal ornament armor sets (one for each class)

An Exotic weapon ornament for Eriana’s Vow

Two Legendary weapon ornaments

A new finisher

An Exotic emote

An Exotic ship

Progression, or How Differently You All Play Destiny For many of us, Destiny 2 is a regular hobby, but how that hobby fits in with our lives is different. We have players who play every day, we have players who have 10–15 hours a week, and we have players who log in for whatever time they can spare. Every season, Destiny 2 will change, and the community working on changing the world together means that we want all of our community to be able to be a part of it.

Some other games let players buy every rank when a new Season begins. In Destiny, we want your time spent playing the game to matter; we want the first players who unlock a bunch of the sweet stuff to have unlocked it through play, not pay. Some players are going to work super hard trying reach rank 100 as quickly as possible. We think that’s great.

But again, all of you play Destiny 2 differently, and when we say we want the whole community to be part of how the world changes every season, we keep coming back to giving players the choice of how they want to spend their time. Based on how a lot of you play, 100 ranks is going to be cleared in the season, but not all of you will have the time.

To solve for how our community plays Destiny, we’re planning to allow Season Ranks to be purchased as a catch-up mechanic late in the season. We’re going to wait to see how players engage with Season Ranks and make sure it’s tuned well before determining exactly when we unlock the ability.

Season of the Undying runs for 10 weeks, and we’re currently thinking of enabling this somewhere in the last 2–4 weeks of the Season. We know that sometimes life gets in the way, and you just want to get the last few rewards before the season ends and everything resets. In the same way that we’ve been doing seasonal catch-up for Power, we think providing a late-in-the-season rank catch up makes sense. This initial version is our starting point, and the way we’ve designed Seasons moving forward means that we’re going to be able to have the flexibility to tune how this works once we see how Season of the Undying goes.

I see you: “Did Bungie just raise the XP needed to get a rank to some ridiculous level so that players have to buy ranks at the end of the season?” The answer to that question is NO. For example, in our internal team tests, playing strikes in a fairly relaxed manner (18 minutes per strike play time) with full stacks of bounties can get a Seasonal Rank in less than one hour. Every week, Guardians also get rest XP bonuses (per account), where their first three ranks are at triple XP. Playing strikes with full stacks of bounties and rest XP should get 10 ranks in around 8 hours. And knowing you, we’ll all see even better ways you’ll min-max your time to clear your ranks.

Our goal in tuning this is for our most committed Destiny players, who start on week 1, to reach Rank 100 simply by doing the things they already love spending their time on. If that’s not happening, we have the freedom and ability to adjust. We want Destiny to be your home however you want to play and hit 100. You may never want or need to buy a rank. We just want our community to be able to play together as easily as possible and narratively be part of the Destiny world as it changes.

Your Seasonal Rank also goes away at the end of the Season—a new Season of ranks and rewards will take its place. And like our Seasonal Activities, we don’t want important gameplay-focused rewards to be inaccessible to players who missed a season, so any Legendary or Exotic weapons introduced in a Season Pass will be attainable in future Seasons. Those coveted rewards won’t be available immediately, but it won’t take longer than six months either. More details on that soon.

*New Light, Removing Barriers for Friends, and $0 We’ve talked a lot about what you get if you buy the Season Pass, but let’s talk about what you get with Destiny 2 for spending nothing. This fall, new friends playing Destiny 2 for the first time are coming, and we’re going to make Destiny a great experience for everyone. At its core, what makes Destiny 2 special and a place we all come back to is the community, the friendships, and the memories made along the way. Destiny is best if you can convince your friends to play, and we think a $0 price tag is another way to make that easier. The default version of Destiny 2 this fall will be New Light, and on top of all of D2Y1 available for free with New Light, we’re going to make sure there’s plenty of new, free content in Season of the Undying. Here’s some of what all players (even without the season pass) can access on October 1:

Alt: All Destiny 2 players, whether you’re coming in with New Light or are all-in on Shadowkeep and Season of the Undying, will have access to the following:

Patrolling the Moon destination

The opening mission of Shadowkeep

Two new strikes

Crucible Updates

Two returning PvP maps from the D1 era—Widow’s Court and Twilight Gap

Elimination in Crucible Labs

Armor 2.0 build customization

Eye of the Gate Lord Seasonal Artifact

New finishers

Two new pinnacle weapons: one for Gambit and one for Crucible

Free Seasonal Rank rewards, which include:

New Exotic weapon—Eriana’s Vow

Three Legendary armor sets (1 per class)

Two Legendary weapons

Best of Year 2 Bright Engrams

Glimmer and upgrade modules

The Legendary armor and weapons that come with the free Seasonal Ranks are like sampler platters for the Season Pass. If you want to find the best stat rolls for that armor, you will need to play the Seasonal activity and get the drops. But players who just want to collect all of the armor can earn the base version from the free track.

Eriana’s Vow, the new Exotic on our Seasonal track also drops on the free track (but you get it earlier if you have the Season Pass). We have also added a lot of rewards on the free track that are nice quality-of-life rewards for players, like upgrade modules, which are free Infusions.

How This Could’ve Worked Last Year This has been a pretty dense dump of information (thankfully it has more pictures than the Director’s Cuts did). I wanted to wrap this up by looking at how a season of content done in the style of Year 3 might’ve worked with some Year 2 content we all remember.

Let’s re-imagine the Season of the Forge in Year X of Bizzaro-Destiny

(begin Wayne’s World do-loo-loo-loo)

A week before the Season begins, all players receive a note in their mailbox. It simply reads: “I have returned from the stars. Meet me on Dec. 4 at 10:15 AM PST. —Ada” Once this note has been given out, a small countdown timer appears on the Traveler. When the timer reaches 0, players in the Tower see a ship unlike any they’ve ever seen land between Zavala and Lord Shaxx. A figure transmats out and walks through the Tower, opening a door that had long been shut. Players follow the character through the Tower and the figure lowers her hood and greets players, “I am Ada, and we have work to do.”

The Season Pass in the Director is updated, the rewards are revealed, and now Ada and players begin a Season-long experience of refining forges in the world, completing bounties, finding materials, working on Black Armory armor sets, and taking on the new raid, Scourge of the Past. In a twist, Datto and his group are the first to finish.

As players work together to forge weapons early in the track, smithing and building new ones, the room around Ada begins to change. The schematic data from players’ work is resulting in new weapons and mods for players to create. These weapons and mods don’t all require playing the Seasonal activity—some of them are found in new encounters within strikes, some of them are forged in Last Wish (like the Alchemy Lab in Blackwing Lair).

As the player community plays, meta objectives are revealed. Once a certain number of players have unlocked ranks on the Pass, cinematics unlock for everyone to watch. We see the Drifter and Ada arguing over something pitting the two against each other, the scene ends with Drifter raising an eyebrow at a set of gun schematics behind Ada.

As the Season winds to a close, the Drifter begins to summon players to him. He’s having a new space built in the Tower, and the first people he asks for help are those who’ve earned the title of Dredgen. Now players begin to gather materials and donate them to fund the Drifter’s new scam. The Drifter won’t stop talking about the gun schematics he saw behind Ada.

Very late in the Season, players notice Ada’s room looks like it’s being packed up. She’s leaving. The schematics that sat behind her are missing. Over the course of a few weeks, she packs her equipment and, in an event similar to her arrival, she vanishes. Ada, her wares, and her forges are gone.

Banshee-44 reminds players that even though Ada is gone, she left him the schematics for her weapons and armor, and he’ll be rotating them through over time.

And the Drifter asks you to visit him, saying he’s got a surprise…

(end Wayne’s World do-loo-loo-loo)

And while today, the “Let’s Pretend” section above is very much a work of fiction, we are working to build the technology that would make something like this possible and help make our Season Pass feel uniquely Destiny.

Wrap-Up Season Passes in Year 3 will in some ways feel very new and in other ways feel pretty similar to the Forsaken Annual Pass experience. Our intent is that the Season Pass mechanics—as we’re aligning everything with a single, evolving world and how we’re moving the Destiny story meaningfully forward—are additive to the core Destiny experience (we’re still going to have things like Holiday events, dungeons and secret missions, and all kinds of stuff that we hope surprises you!). It’s an evolution and an experiment, and hopefully what you’ve seen lately is that we’re going to keep being agile and continuing to make the best decisions for the game along with you. We’re excited to see where our unified seasonal philosophy will let us take the Destiny universe over the next year.

(Also, thanks for all of the comments and responses to the Director’s Cuts—I have some deleted scenes and ideas on how the format could evolve when it returns next year!)

See you soon, Luke Smith

#Destiny #Destiny 2 #Destiny 2: Shadowkeep #long post

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Hi everyone 😊 have you any headcanons or stories about boy's childhood?(with Hansel and Nemo )

We hope you enjoy this small glimpse into the kids’ lives before they became the heroes we love!

- Mod Apostle and Mod Nautilus

LUPIN:

- Lupin started out smaller and weaker than most of the otherstreet kids, but he proved to also be the cleverest. The other kids began tolook up to him and treat him as a leader, despite his youth and small size.They were so skilled at their work using Lupin’s methods that people began toavoid the popular markets they haunted. The police took notice and the kidsonly grew more talented at playing hide and seek with the police and makingthem look like fools.

- Lupin’s first brush with being a ‘thief with a heart ofjustice’ was when he saw a frail old woman robbed and thrown down into analley. He always picked the pockets of the rich and considered it poor form topick on ‘easy targets’. He stole back the woman’s purse, only to find it veryheavy with gold. He was tempted to keep it, but recalling the woman’s frailty,he dutifully brought the purse back to its owner. The old woman exulted overhow honorable he was and gave him his first ‘finders fee.’ Which turned out tobe more money than he could steal in a month.

- Lupin was intelligent, but he preferred practical studies tobook learning. (His teacher did make sure he knew how to read and write, etc.Even though he balked about it being boring.)

- He and his fellow urchins often made up their own gameswhich helped them with their thieving.

- Lupin usually had to sleep outdoors, so thefirst time he had a bed of his own he was so happy that he didn’t even want tomess the sheets up. … Of course, about twenty seconds later he jumped right onin and rolled the sheets around himself like a cocoon.

- Lupin was surprisingly nervous the first time he left France, though he would never admit it. He loved the adventure, of course, but there was something a little anxiety-inducing about taking those first steps.

VAN:

- Van was always a dutiful brother and son. His father passedaway when he was still quite young, so he felt it was his duty to care for hismother and little brother. They didn’t have a lot of money, so he learned tomake the things they needed and repair clothing and other things to extend their life. He became quite skilledat woodworking and made his mother a beautiful vase that she kept on herdresser that held three flowers, one for each of his family.

- Van and his brother always went berry picking in the summer.It was the brothers’s favorite time of year when their mothers would make themmagnificent pies. One time Van decided to make a pie for his family… withpredictable results. The mess in the kitchen was extraordinary, but his mothercouldn’t scold him because he tried so hard, and pretended to enjoy hiscreation. It may have been better for his future friends if she had told himthe truth.

- Van was a smart, serious student. His favorite subject inschool was mathematics. He taught his little brother to read.

- Vanwas always athletic and participated in many different sports.

- Would always help his mother with the sewing andclothing repair. He learned how to knit when he was eight years old, and becamequite skilled. His family could never leave the house in winter without ascarf. And gloves. And a hat.

- He was always very open about how he doted over his family. He once had his heart on his sleeve….

FRAN:

- Fran grew up surrounded by beautiful natural wonders. Of ascientific bent since childhood, he found it soothing to walk in the woods andstudy nature. He could often be found reading in the shadow of his favoriterock, or collecting various specimens to study in his little attic laboratoryunder the eaves of his home.

- Fran had a cute spaniel that always stayed at his side whenhe was a kid. They went on many adventures together. Fran even taught her tosniff out certain plants or other things to use in his experiments.

- Fran helped keep his parents’ gardens. He had his own littlepatch where he grew his own medicinal herbs.

- Fran’s favorite subject was obviously science, especiallyalchemy and biology. He was equally good at all subjects and was recommended togo to college in the U.K.

- Knew he wanted to be a doctor for as long as hecould remember. He was the greatest teddy bear doctor in all of Switzerland,always performing regular check-ups. Of course, if someone came to him with adoll that needed repairs, he’d have to go to his mother… but he would alwayssupervise the procedure!

IMPEY:

- Impey was alone much of the time as a young child. He neverreally fit in with his peers and always dreamed of leaving his little villageand seeing what the world beyond held. Many vampires hated the cities, but Impeyknew that his future would lie in the cities beyond his claustrophobic littletown even before he saw the train.

- Impey was an eager student once his imagination was ignited.The Old Man was delighted with how smart he was. He read voraciously once hehad the opportunity, though he found history boring. He hated stories about waror weapons, but he loved the romances. (He cried easily over tragedies.)

- Impey’s first device was a telescope to look at the moon,made from a cardboard tube, a piece of glass and a broken mirror. He was veryexcited and proud of his creation.

- Impey never had any sense of a bedtime, and often tinkeredand experimented with machines all night. The old man would often find himslumped over his work bench fast asleep. In that way, not much has changed.

- Impey didn’t change too much from when he was akid, so he would always be running on fumes. All too often, his old man wouldfind him passed out with a wrench in hand and grease stains on his cheeks. Heonly put a stop to it one time after Impey caught a bad cold. “That’ll teachyou to not get proper rest, now you have no choice.” (I think it’s cute we both had the same idea about Impey sleeping on his work bench - Mod Nautilus)

(Because there is so little information about Saint’s youth,this is longer and more… dramatized… than the others… – Mod Apostle)

SAINT:

- Saint doesn’t remember his childhood before he was a slave,erroneously believing he was born into slavery. The trauma of the sack of hisvillage made him block it from his memory. He was born in an ancient isolatedvillage in the eastern foothills of Mesopotamia. Its isolation meant that theever-changing political situations and the rise and fall of cultures passedthem by harmlessly, until an avalanche caused the king’s military to divertcourse and they raided the peaceful village.

- Saint was a priestess’ son. He was a gentle, fragile child.His task was to read and memorize the holy books, study their rituals, andlearn from his mother how to lead their people. He was a dreamer who loved thestars, the quiet hills at night, and the sound of his mother’s voice singingthe sacred songs.

- Despite being two years younger, his brother always lookedafter him. They played games, told stories, read every book in the village,especially the tales about a time when they lived in a city overlooking thesea. Neither of them had ever seen a body of water larger than small lakes andrivers. They had never even seen the great Euphrates or Tigris. They promisedeach other to go to the sea someday. To sail away and find their lost city andbecome kings. Saint said he would be the high priest and talk to the gods,while his brother could be king and govern the people. The village elder’sfortune said Saint would suffer much and travel far before he found hisdestiny, but then such things seemed incomprehensible to the children who builtstone forts for castles and tended their goats.

- Later, after he forgot his past, he still sought out tabletsand and stories of the gods and sacred texts, never wondering how a slavelearned to read. Despite the differences in language, he was able to teachhimself the new alphabets and lettering. He kept a horde of discarded tabletsand broken styluses buried in a hole with his few belongings, including a stonenecklace given him by his only friend, the boy who he no longer recognized ashis brother.

- Saint sang to himself at night sometimes when he could getaway with it. They soothed him and helped him to sleep. He still remembers thesongs, though the source is lost to him.

- In a life usually filled with misery, Sainttreasured every bit of ‘ordinary happiness’ he could find. Usually, this was inthe form of watching the sun rise. It was such a little thing, but he lovedwatching the light slowly paint the sky different colors. The sun looked like abig bright ball that he wanted to play with, but he was content just to feelits warmth.- Out of all his duties, Saint enjoyed fishing themost. He wasn’t able to do it often, but being near the water always made himfeel at peace. He enjoyed the fact that what he was doing allowed people to befed. He wanted to be a gracious host for many people from a very young age.

HANSEL (AND GRETEL):

- Hansel’s favorite memories are of the summers before the warstarted. His mother would bake cookies and make a picnic lunch and Hansel wouldtake Gretel on forest adventures. Hansel would gather wildflowers and makeflower crowns for Gretel and the siblings would splash around in the brook andlaugh and play until nightfall.

- Gretel occasionally had trouble sleeping and would visit herbrother’s room. He would let her cuddle with him and told her fairytales untilshe fell asleep.

- Hansel made friends with the deer of the forest and lovedtaking Gretel out to feed them sometimes.

- Hansel became Omnibus’ precious son, and she knew that treating him as such would tie himfurther to her. She taught him personally about the duties of Idea, somethingthat was usually reserved for a fellow Apostle. Saint would often joke withOmnibus about how he was being spoiled.

- Omnibus would teach him in the garden, and he wouldoften occupy his hands by tending to her garden. It shone even brighterafter receiving attention from him, and afterwards Omnibus would reward hisobedience with a cookie shaped like a daisy. Those were always his favorites…

NEMO…?:

(FUN TRIVIA! According to Jules Verne, Captain Nemo’s birthname was Dakkar. Mod Nautilus has adopted this into her Code: Realizeheadcanons, so if you see the name “Dakkar” floating around—it’s pre-RevolutionNemo.)

- Dakkarwas a polyglot from a very young age. Languages always came easily to him,among them English, German, and French. (And back then he actually spoke… um…he didn’t sound like… HE DIIIIIDN’T TAAAAAAAAAALK LIKE THIIIIIIIIIIIIS.)

- Dakkar had two little sisters that meant theabsolute world to him. Oftentimes, late at night, he would sneak out of hisquarters to spend time with them. Once he started getting caught, he would slippast by dressing up as a beautiful woman. As long as he kept his mouth shut,nobody noticed.

- … He was always very, very proud of being called “brotherdearest”.

- Dakkar was an accomplished pianist, but he much preferred playing the pipe organ, saying that it stimulated his mind more.

- He was sixteen years old when he became a lead strategist in the uprising against Britain, though he participated in any way he could long before then. He has always been passionate about the things important to him, and the freedom of his country was the most important thing to him growing up.

*BONUS* SHOLMES:

- Herlock —er, Sherlock as he was known backthen—has an elder brother named Mycroft. Though Mycroft is just as much of agenius as his little brother, the two of them often clashed on a moreclandestine subject: housework. See, much like Sherlock, Mycroft was also arather deplorable housekeeper and they would often compete to see who could getout of the most chores. It became a game for them, one which Sherlockultimately won by devoting his time to a new hobby: the violin.

#code: realize #code realize #Arsene Lupin #abraham van helsing #victor frankenstein #Impey Barbicane #count of saint germain #nemo #herlock sholmes #Hansel Hexenhouse

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ash x tyra is my life fuel. i'm not kidding when i say i screamed after finding the ashra tag on ao3. my gay heart wants more, so would mod ash be willing to write some fluff?

i like you. i love your taste. also if you found my stuff, i hope you liked them ovo;;

as like before, my ashra stuff…. tends to get a little too long. slightly inspired by this (kinda) and this. sorry for any grammar errors and inconsistencies!

- mod ash

Tyra rarely gets invited to Ash’s office room.

Of course, it’s not like they’ve made a habit out of it. Upon entering the relationship, Ash knew and made clear that they are still colleagues and in the Magistrate’s eyes, Ash is still Tyra’s superior, even if not directly. And while they worry a lot about any possible complications that this may ensue, most days are spent talking about work, and how they have spent their long shifts or missions, often ending in drinks, dinners, and passing out from laughing too much.

And this may be a special occasion, Tyra thinks. She remembers it is an anniversary of sorts, but she does not remember for how long. She has already told Ash that she would be out for Sentinel-related issues for a few days, and would not be able to prepare or have anything ready. Ash, while sounding rather upset that they won’t be able to spend a day-off together, is still rather accepting, and just says to meet her after she’s finished with her duties.

And she is, after a trip to the infirmary and a long scolding. The wounds she had received during her duties were not the most easily-ignored, but she presses on. She has haphazardly compiled together a huge box of items she wanted to give Ash way before the mission, as well as a few trinkets she got during the mission. She had known Ash for a while, and knew she is surprisingly sentimental with items and associating memories, and so a care package may be something she would like.

Carrying the box turns out to be a challenge. Not expecting herself to be injured during the mission, she thought carrying it would be a breeze, but her muscles complain with every move and all her body suddenly wants is to rest. She reaches the office door with great difficulty, and manages to knock once before barging in.

Ash had situated herself by her desk, setting up… a meal? No, just some snacks on a tea snack rack and some coffee for both of them, and some other things…. she could hear the faint static-like noises accompanying a vinyl record playing, Ash herself was out of both her armor and army fatigues, instead has dressed herself in a plain dress shirt and darker pants, and having way more eye makeup than her standard eyeliner.

She looks amazing. It made Tyra feel bad that she came here without even preparing for it, and as she carefully lays down her huge box of gifts, she looks at herself – just dressed in her fatigues with a thick layer of bandages around her gut underneath her loose shirt.

Tyra looks up to a rather confused Ash. “Should I… go?”

“What– no!” Ash stands up from her seat and walks to the huntress. “Come here.”

Tyra does step closer, although a little hesitantly. She looks over the wonderful woman before her, and felt both wonder and guilt, suddenly unsure. “I didn’t expect you to have anything, to be honest.”

“It’s not much, really,” Ash starts, “it’s just slightly better coffee and some fancy snacks.”

“I should probably have headed back to change clothes at least,” Tyra says, somewhat mournfully. “You look… very gorgeous.”

“It’s fine! You’re here, that’s what’s important right?” Ash doesn’t even hesitate as she pulls her closer to embrace. “I missed you.”

“I know.” Laying her head over Ash’s shoulder turns out to be way more gratifying than it seems, hands around the woman and resting herself against her. Tyra could almost feel her heartbeat faintly through her bandages. “It’s been a while.”

For a few moments, the vinyl played soft, static-y music, filling the silence between them with recorded guitar strumming and the soft singing of a woman, familiar old tunes from home-bound tongues. It is not a tune that is strictly romantic, but it sounded like home, Tyra realises. Her embrace becomes tighter, and the tune suddenly becomes slightly faster, like one would hear in more livelier places.

“Can we… can we dance?” Ash breaks the silence. Tyra doesn’t see her, but she can tell from her tone she’s rather expectant.

It takes her a few minutes before responding. “I… don’t know.”

Ash doesn’t let go for a second, and for a moment she doesn’t say anything, obviously rather confused. Her hands merely travel around Tyra’s back, until it stops and settles on the thick wrappings of bandage around the huntress’ abdomen. Realisation seems to hit the war machine, and she pulls away from the embrace slightly.

Her eyes say a lot of things, peering towards Tyra looking for an answer. Worried, concern, a hint of anger.

“Bullet wound,” Tyra elaborates, avoiding Ash’s rather concerned glare. “Jumped through enemy lines, I didn’t make out in time to get out unscathed. It’s not the deepest…”

“It’s okay, we can just do–”

“No.” Tyra insists, cutting Ash off. “I want to dance.”

If you don’t want to, it’s–”

“I insist.”

Ash pauses for a second, obviously at a loss on what to do, feeling the urgency of her insistence. She looks around, on the drinks she has made, and then on the vinyl player, still going at it with the pace. She pauses, and sighs, breaking off the embrace entirely.

“Something slower, then,” Ash says. She unceremoniously yanks the disc off the player, hopefully not damaging it and stopping the music almost to a screeching halt, before picking out another vinyl off a nearby box and playing it instead, the tune slower and much like a sung poem.

“You know,” Ash says, quickly walking back and resettling herself back in Tyra’s arms, and slowly coaxing her into a slow, swaying dance, “if you want something, I can make it happen.”

The singing from the record continues, still in the same old home language from earlier, accompanied by softer harps and a steadier harmony. Tyra follows the war machine’s lead, since these are familiar, easy steps. It’s not like the dance itself mattered, not really. It’s been a week, possibly longer, since the last time she’s held Ash. The Magistrate never sits idle, and as their campaign goes on, it takes the war machine away from what little personal time she has with her, and even just the feeling of her hands is making standing up for an extended period of time worth it if it meant catching up to lost time.

Anything to make it last longer.

“That’s very tempting,” Tyra says, softly leaning against Ash’s weight. “But this is good enough for now.”

Tyra doesn’t know if Ash didn’t have an answer for it or if she deemed it a good answer, but she stayed silent. Ash’s hands merely settled on her waist, right around the wrap of bandages, and the huntress can feel her hands find new places to settle on around her, as if unsure how close or how gentle is she being.

In the end, she returns her hold by Tyra’s waist, brushing against the bandages, palms flat, as if she’s trying to guess where the wound exactly is as they swayed, and as Ash leaned her head against her. It is not too much of a wound, Tyra will admit, as she had far worse injuries in the past. But for it to hamper her physical strength and her personal time… it’s not the disadvantage she was hoping for.

“I… wish I was there.” Ash breaks the silence.

“Yeah, because you’d scold me for an hour longer.”

Ash laughs, hearty and loud and raspy. “You don’t want me to be concerned?”

Tyra has several answers to it, like not wanting her to get involved in duties she shouldn’t dip herself in, among other things. But she settles for a reply. “Well, it would make it a little easier for me to deal with if it’s you who’s scolding me.”

The war machine hums a rather dissatisfied noise, almost whiny. “If I’m there, you won’t be hurt in the first place.”

Of course.

Ash has always liked protecting her. And it made sense, even though Tyra knows both of them are capable, strong warriors who can be independently amazing in combat. However, she knows that Ash didn’t earn her reputation out of thin air, and there are several things she regret in her years as a higher, decorated officer. Some people she couldn’t save, some things she’s seen best left to be forgotten.

Tyra dares not ask about them. But she knew what Ash would do if she were there.

“You’re going to be the one who’s hurt,” Tyra states, “then I will be the one scolding you.” A few moments pass with wordless dancing and Ash doesn’t answer, but she’s avoiding Tyra’s look rather guiltily, so the huntress concludes her guess was right. “I want to keep you safe too, you know.”

“I know.” The war machine closes her eyes, leans against the huntress. “I know.”

“Trust me,” Tyra says, “I will be okay. And you will be, too.”

“I trust you.” Ash smiles sheepishly. “But let me worry.”

The huntress merely smiles. “How many hours have you slept tonight, anyway? I doubt I’m the only one in this room with bad health choices.”

Ash avoids the huntress’ gaze. “I’ve been awake for fifty hours straight.”

Tyra doesn’t scold, nor laughs. Having such a reputation and being a high official is not easy work, and she knows Ash works hard to keep herself high up in the ranks. She remembers days where she would see her injured but still determined, shaking off any inconveniences that comes. Ash just… she is a very selfless woman. One Tyra is very glad to have met and loved.

But she hopes Ash would also take care of herself the same way she takes care of her.

“I can see where you’re going with this and the coffee,” the huntress comments.

“I make time when I need to.” Ash murmurs softly, almost sleepily. “For you, especially.”

“Just promise me to sleep after this, okay?”

She doesn’t answer for a while, but Tyra later feels and hears her make an assenting noise. She doesn’t know if she should take that as a “yes”, but she does not want to ask further, letting the silence permeated by soft music take over.

The now-slow paced tune of the music taking over, their dancing has mostly reduced to an extended embrace disguised by the occasional sway or step. It didn’t really matter now, no one was really watching, and Tyra didn’t care if it was not close to a waltz. Ash is what matters, right?

Later on, the dancing had stopped, both of them choosing to put their attention on the now-cold coffee and the snacks Ash had brought along, slow music and harmonious singing still spinning by the vinyl. Tyra couldn’t count or sum up how long they have stayed there, as the night had dissolved into a blur of conversation, laughing and discussion, and while the coffee was a little cold, her company sure is not, later on putting her attention on the care package she has brought along, filled with charms, souvenirs, treats, and a few clothing and comfort items Tyra made way back.

They had seated themselves on the couch near Ash’s desk, hands touching while they talk about work, the mission, and life in general, not even noticing the recorded music stop and the mess of packaging and wrapper around them. Later on, they finish their drinks and snacks, and they spoke in hushed tones for hours, trading touches and kisses as they spoke.

None of them bothered to check what time it was. It’s not like it mattered. Both of them knew that once they part tonight, they might not see each other again for a long while, with the Magistrate pushing forward on it’s major campaign and it taking more and more of Ash’s time as a higher official and Tyra as a Sentinel.

In the end, Ash never bothered to end the conversation, or tell Tyra to leave to prepare for the morning. And Tyra didn’t excuse herself, no matter how much her wound ached, or how much she knew she had work in the morning. It was in the middle of the night when both of them had decided to just fit each other on the couch to rest with each other, lying down and speaking softer and wearier.

Tyra doesn’t remember falling asleep, but she wakes up a significant amount of time later, a little groggy and feeling several things ache. But upon seeing Ash close, her breathing steady and seeing her so rested, she knew she’s home.

#paladins #pcotr #paladins fanfiction #paladins champions of the realm #ash #tyra #ash x tyra #ashra #(im rusty and i havent written anything in a while yikes)#long post

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