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shaunamilfman · 8 months

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Dating Jackie Taylor

pre-crash headcanons

nsfw mention

girl would make you drive her everywhere. you'd be like "doesn't shauna have a car?" and she'd pout and be like "it's not the sameeee".

she likes to tease you so much. changes the radio station and is like "oh were you listening to that?". knocks your pen off the table and is like "you're so clumsy, baby". plays footsy with you under the table if she's sitting across from you or runs her fingers up your legs if you're sitting next to her.

so so clingy. she'll get jealous of inanimate objects for holding your attention. picks the book your reading out of your hand and climb into your lap to cuddle instead. "it's like you don't even careeee" she'll whine. (she puts your bookmark in. don't worry, she's not an animal). you definitely won't get to read it for a while, though.

she'd want to call you/want to be called the most ridiculous fucking nicknames man. she'd slip up in front of the team and you would be stuck getting called pooh bear for weeks before they let it go

Jackie def the type to be like "oh i don't want any fries" and you'd look away and she'd have eaten all of yours. she'd finish her Starbucks drink before yall even left the parking lot.

i feel like she would love getting gifts. she'd get so happy when you'd show up to pick her up with a coffee or like a snack or something. i think she'd love like mixtapes and stuff that show that you're thinking of her a lot.

trying to include Shauna in hangouts because you're tired of being on the receiving end of her glares when you get too close to Jackie.

"no I'm telling you she's plotting my death in her cunty little notebook". Jackie giggles and shakes her head. (Shauna's got a 7 step plan already)

Jackie making a pep talk for the team and looking at you for support. "Yeah guys! go team!" you say unenthusiastically. Jackie rolls her eyes.

laying on Jackie's bed with her head in your lap and playing with her hair. trying not to fall asleep as she drones on about strategy for the upcoming game. "are you still listening?" "yeah, totally. "

finding her at her locker between classes to exchange some seriously hot gossip you heard in your science class. you don't really give a shit but you listen because you know she likes it. Jackie grinning and then running off to tell Shauna (who also doesn't care. poor Jackie.)

taking care of Jackie after she gets absolutely wasted after like one drink at a party. i feel like she's such a lightweight for some reason. running your fingers through her hair as she throws up later. having to leave early to take her home. (you usually got stuck being the DD)

girl is such a little spoon. she loves laying in your arms. it makes her feel so warm and safe.

Jackie is so small. i love the idea of putting her things on high shelves and making her pay the tax (kissing you) to get her things back. she'll pout so pretty but you valiantly remain strong.

i feel like Jackie's such a pillow princess tbh. girly wouldn't lift a finger in the wilderness just like she wouldn't lift a finger to get you off.

taking her side in arguments with the team and being like "girl wtf" afterwards. she's got to stop calling Nat a slut. it's getting tired at this point.

big big romcom enjoyer. she'd definitely have like 3 favorites and make you watch them over and over again. I'd be surprised if you couldn't quote them word for word at this point.

would lose her shit watching a horror movie. would definitely try to kiss you to distract you into turning it off. devious.

anniversary dates would be extremely important to her. she'd bring it up for months if you forgot one. "happy seven months baby 🥰 🥰"

it doesn't come out til '99 but I desperately need to see Jackie's reaction to But I'm a Cheerleader. "it's easy to be a prude when you're not attracted to him". Jackie found dead

listens to music for vibes and not necessarily the lyrics.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #jackie taylor x reader

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marymary-diva17 · 4 months

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Spa day (Morden au)

sully family x reader + metekayain teens and spider

When it came to household of teens and one kid there was no normal day, in the sully household and that was very true. As all the weekends were full of your kids always doing something. Most of the times you knew right away and other times you found out very later on in the game.

y/n " hey I'm back from the grocery store I can use some help, if anyone home" you soon heard footsteps walking down the stairs and soon enough all your kids are outside.

neteyam " we are here to help mama"

y/n " good grab some grocery bags and take them into the kitchen"

lo'ak " yes mama"

y/n " thank you all for being my helpful angles"

tuk " yeah I love being helpful" the kids soon grab the amount bags they could carry inside the house, and soon placing them into the kitchen.

neteyam " hey mama will it be fine if we have the others over today and maybe sleepover if needed"

y/n " that others you mean spider, tsireya, aonung, and rotox"

lo'ak " yes we have been planning this hangout for a while"

y/n " do their parents know"

kiri " yes and if they stay over we will make sure they call and remind their parents"

y/n " well sure they can come over you know your father rules"

kids " always tells us if anyone coming over and dont do anything that will cause a visit to urgent care"

y/n " yes that your dad they can come over and I will be here today if you need anything"

kiri " thanks mama we will be downstairs in the basement"

y/n " okay" soon the other kids had arrived to the house.

spider " hey aunt y/n"

y/n " hello sweets what are you all planing to do today"

lo'ak " just playing some cards games or maybe watching some movies and shows that all"

y/n " good for all ages"

kiri " yes mama we made sure that tuk can see them no horror movies like last time"

tuk " yeah I get to watch and have fun"

y/n "good I'm proud of you all well don't let me keep you held up, gp have some fun call me if you need anything or you already know where everything belong"

the kids " yes ma'am" the kids soon rushed down stairs the children had been getting stuff ready, before their cousins and friends arrived so you thought nothing of it.

Later that evening

Jake " hey we are home"

y/n " hey welcome home how was working my handsome husband and beautiful wife"

neytiri " long and boring but we are happy to be home where are the children they are most around here by now"

y/n " oh they are in the basement with spider,tsireya, and rotxo, aonung who might all be spending the night"

neytiri " oh cool well I'm going to change and we can talk more, these heels are killing me"

jakes " told you flats are better honey"

neytiri " oh hush" Jake and you laugh but he soon went upstairs to change as well, and soon they were down stair watching the news with you.

Jake " hey why don't you order pizza for us and the kids it will be easy, and keep us all feed"

Jake " well I'm going to get a drink from the kitchen I'm thirsty"

y/n " sure"

neytiri " that wonderful .... hey did you use that pack of facial mask marker today"

y/n " no it was a pack upstairs"

neytiri " well maybe kiri had taken it and used it I will ask her later"

y/n " maybe we ran out and forgot don't worry I will get more next time"

neytiri " sure and maybe we can have a spa date night without any rude interruptions ... Jake"

Jake " I can hear you tiri ... hey what happened to my favorite sodas they are all gone"

y/n " oh yes lo'ak had come up for some drinks with rotxo and snack hours ago"

Jake " don't they have food and drinks that home" you and neytiri look at each other and soon at Jake.

y/n " as I remember our teens years you will come by my home and raid my kitchen"

neytiri " same here"

Jake " that different" you and neytiri soon laugh at Jake words, soon making him laugh as well.

Jake " your are right but if they are going to take all the cold sodas please replace them" Jake soon had gotten more sodas from the garage and place them into the fridge.

Jake " hey why don't we ask the kids what pizza they will love to have, as we can order two or three and some appetizers as well" The two women had nodded their heads as the there adults soon walked downstairs to see the children.

Jake " hey kids we are ordering pizza tonight for dinner what will you all like ... what going on" all three adults soon looked at the group of kids as they were sitting downstairs having a good time, but having face mask on and it seems like they are having a spa day.

y/n " well it seems like we found the answer for what happened to the pack of face mask mix, so this was apart of your kids day"

kiri " sorry mama"

y/n " it okay"

Jake " it seems like you kids are having a good time down here"

lo'ak " well we were planning to watch movies and have a sleepover, but the girls wanted to do a spa day as well so we combined them together"

aonung " this is not bad after all I kinda of like it"

neteyam " it good you are exploring other stuff aonung"

rotxo " the girls helped us learn how to do face mask it was very fun"

spider " yeah we should do more of these spa days with movies"

tsireya " see I knew you boys will love it"

Jake " well you can have all the spa days you all want but now let decide what types of pizzas we want"

neytiri " maybe we can talk Jake into doing a spa day with us ma y/n"

y/n " yes I love that idea"

Jake " well maybe I will try it out after all my beautiful wives" the kids were laughing at the whole situation between the adults after making more jokes and taking some pictures, soon enough pizza had been order for everyone. While the kids enjoyed their time downstairs you had enjoyed a date night with your husband and wife.

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arimiadev · 5 months

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visual novels I finished in 2023

I played quite a few visual novels in 2023, most of which are indie, and I want to share some highlights from that list. these are all VNs that I played all the way through and loved, so treat this also as a recommendation for each of these.

mahoyo

In the mansion on the hill, there lived two witches... It is the late 1980s—the twilight of an era of beauty and vigor. A boy moves to the city, barely missing two witches living in modern times. The boy leads a completely ordinary life. She carries herself with gallant pride. The girl lives a sleepy, hidden life. Each walks a starlit path. One would never expect their paths to cross. The story of how these three disparate people came together is soon to be told.

I've ranted a ton about mahoyo here and how much I love it. it truly is one of the best looking visual novels I've ever seen and one of my all-time favorites. I'll never be able to approach game direction the same after playing this. please do yourself a favor and play it, it's finally on steam.

model employee

Model Employee is a corporate horror visual novel where players take control of the latest individual amongst millions to start working in one of Tethys' online shopping labyrinthine warehouses. Just discharged from the hospital and massively in debt for their life-saving cybernetics, the player-character must adapt to the "extreme" work-life balance of a Tethys Team Member- but they have help. Penny, the artificial personality that controls all security, waste disposal, and employee surveillance in the facility, specializes in reinforcing an especially cutthroat variety of workplace culture- and she's taken an interest in you. With a vibrant cast, PC-98 inspired visuals and multiple endings, Model Employee is a modern horror story that'll stick with you long after you've clocked out of your shift. If you want to get ahead in your career, you gotta be willing to take some risks.

model employee is such a tightly structured visual novel for being made in just one month, making full use of everything while surprising you at every corner. every part of this game was so well planned and thought out- dystopian corporate satire isn't my cup of tea (we're living it) but the way they present everything in this game makes it feel so much more intense.

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beary the hatchet

It's Halloween 199X, and you killed someone during your morning shift. Honestly it's inconvenient. This job was imperfect, sure, but you got to wear a mask with no questions asked and the pay was livable. But now you'll have to keep the body in the backrooms till your shift is done. Bummer. "You're... the absolutely WICKED and AWESOME Bearwater Grizzly Killer, aren't you?!" ...and now enters the dreaded true crime fan.

beary the hatchet is such a uniquely lovely game to look at, even if the subject matter is grim. I love the color palette and tones in this, I love the 2.5D graphics, I love how expressive all of the designs are. it's a game oozing with style.

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disconnect

Late at night, a phone call from a friend keeps disconnecting from you... On and off, on and off, constantly... ...What would you do if you realized your friend wasn't who you thought they were? And how would you react when the truth was finally revealed? ("̷̢̑W̸̨̊o̸̫͊u̷̱͝ḽ̸͛d̴͉̐ ̵̚ͅy̵̜̽o̸̥͗u̷̮̎ ̷̜̏s̶̤̄t̸̥͐i̴̻̕l̸̰͝l̸͉̓ ̷͕́ȁ̸̩c̸̡̓t̵̜̊ ̵͓̈t̶̙̄h̶̦͂e̸̩͠ ̸̩̅s̶̘̏a̷̪͛m̵̮͒e̴͖͑ ̸̭́w̷̨̚á̴̱y̵̯̑?̶͎̌"̷͈̆) Find out what happened to our scaredy-cat protagonist, Indie－a famous horror storyteller on the H-T-M (Horror, Tales, and Mystery) forum. What would she do when she unintentionally uncovered a mystery hidden deep within her own home?

I love the style of disconnect and the unorthodox way of getting to the truth of the matter. I'm not normally one to play furry VNs, but the designs are adorable and I love the presentation of the game, it has a lot of animation in it. there's also one moment not too far in on this screen that made me scream...

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curse of the juniper tree

Curse of the Juniper tree is a tale of two siblings, a cursed tree and an isolated village. It is a short kinetic visual novel featuring 2d exploration. Walk around the snowy village and talk to its inhabitants! Story is loosely based off the fairytale called The Juniper Tree by the Brothers Grimm in Grimm's Fairy Tales in 1812.

this is a lovely and short story about two siblings living in a frozen land together. it's a very atmospheric story with so many beautiful blues and detailed character designs. the controls were a bit hard to figure out at times but it's worth your time.

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reaplaced

Grea Perrim is a reaper of souls, and it's her duty to bring the deceased to the other side. But in the world of reapers, death isn't any kind of equalizer. The value of a soul is directly tied to the peculiarity of its death. Grea's supernatural senses bring her to a Halloween house party with three costumed guests. She soon finds the most valuable kind of soul: the victim of a locked-room murder. In order to reap the soul, Grea must unravel the identity of its killer and explain its death in full. Is this the work of a human? A witch? Or something else entirely...?

reaplaced is a fun little whodunnit set on Halloween about a grim reaper out on the hunt who finds herself in the middle of a murder mystery. it's much more indepth than I was expecting and the soundtrack is wonderful—there's a lot of small touches to it that make it great.

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dual chroma [demo]

A gilded king, a powerful sorceress, and a malevolent figure governing a foul legion of beasts in a ruthless war against the Light. For centuries, the Galens Empire has thrived upon the ancient tragedy that formed its foundations. No more than a fading past inked upon the pages of history, the Empire reigned in relative peace—until the monsters returned. As the newest advisor to the Second Prince, you find yourself at the heart of a captivating saga, where mystery, magic, terror, and romance intertwine. Your choices in this narrative will determine not only the Empire's destiny, but also the fate of your heart. But take heed, for the path you tread may shatter the shackles of doomed love or repeat the ruin of Galens' past.

I don't play many otome demos but I played several that were submitted to otome jam this year, with dual chroma being one of them. I was surprised by the amount of care and attention put into the demo- it feels very solid with a lot of polish put into easing the player into this high fantasy world. I think I had an issue with how the tooltips would be shown (probably the frequency of them, as the in-line tooltips are very helpful) but it's been months since then.

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we know the devil

Anyone can kill the devil; that's why they always make teens the vampire slayers, the magical girls. But some kids can't even get that right; and that's why meangirl Neptune, tomboy Jupiter, and shy shy Venus have to endure one more week of summer camp and each other, singing boring songs about jesus, doing busywork for adults, and hoping god's radio can't hear them. Before they can leave the summer scouts, they've got to spend twelve hours in the loneliest cabin in the woods and wait for the devil to come and live through the night--or not. You know.

we know the devil didn't release this year but I finally got around to playing it. it's a visceral experience, something that feels foreign and familiar at the same time. I love the direction for it, the sketchy monochrome sprites against the colored photos- parts when there aren't any characters on screen feel that much more real, like you're watching found footage because of how tense everything is.

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doppelganger

The story is set in an alternate universe where the player is struggling with the memories of what they know to be TEMPUS and the mysterious look-alikes who pull them every which way. Can the player figure out the truth about this twisted world and return to the guild?

okay this is a bit of a weird one to end on, I just wanted to talk about it. doppelganger is a game made by holostars staff, i.e. the staff for the vtubing company cover corporation. I went into it expecting very, very little but I was presently surprised by how competently it was made. a lot of "bad" visual novels aren't fun to play, because they're overly long, extremely wordy, and aren't fun to read. I'd say doppelganger is "so bad it's good", which is a rarity for VNs- it's campy at times and over the top but doesn't overstay it's welcome, the pacing is remarkably good for what seem to be first time devs.

I cannot recommend this though if you're not already a fan of holostars tempus, as this is essentially just merch for them- think of it like a higher production voice pack or art pack. if you don't know each of the boys then you'll be lost, but if you do then grab another friend and play it, it took me about 4 hours to finish it with friends.

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#visual novel #visual novels #indie games #visual novel game #my recommendations

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bunny-lovers · 1 day

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Ooo, how about 🥰 for the ask game?

(- @zappkisser)

Hope you & your f/os have a great day & thank you for the ask! 😊 @kaijus-love-zone @meredithblakee @askthelovenest

💌 - What would a love letter from your f/o look like?

It would be a paragraph about her saying sweet things to me, how much she loves & adores me. Also telling me how much she missed me & can't wait to see me again.

🍷 - What was your first date like?

The first date was amazing! We went for a stroll on our first date. The weather was perfect! We had our arms around each other while walking. Then we went to get a bite to eat and then we walked back to my place.

😚 - What was your first kiss like?

The first kiss was soft & sweet!

😳 - How does your f/o fluster you? How do you fluster your f/o?

It's when she flex her muscular arms & gives me surprise kisses. Whenever I get clingy, she gets very flustered surprisingly enough & when I'm wearing one of her sweaters.

😍 - When or how did you realize you fell in love with your f/o? How or when did your f/o realize they fell in love with you?

It was right after Rumi saved me from the villain. I couldn't stop thinking about her, I was so in love with her! For Rumi, it was when she & I met in person at the coffee café. While I was talking about myself, Rumi realized that she had feelings for me & that never happen to her before.

😴 - How do you cuddle together?

We mainly do the spoon position. Sometimes we cuddle face-to-face.

🥰 - What little thing do they do makes you happy?

Seeing her smile, I love her smile so much!

💭 - If you could read their mind, what thoughts would they have about you?

Her thoughts about me would be how sweet I am, how much we have in common, & can't wait to exercise with me.

💋 - Where do they like to kiss you the most?

She likes to kiss my forehead the most.

👻 - Do they cuddle you when you're scared or do they cling to you when they're scared from watching a horror movie?

She definitely cuddles me when I'm scared from watching a horror movie.

🫂 - How do they comfort you when you're sad?

She would hold me in her arms, say sweet words, & sometimes brings me one of my comfort foods.

🐱 - Would you adopt a pet together? If so, what pet would you get?

Yes, Rumi & I would get a cat together.

🕸 - Which one of you is the one to scream upon seeing a bug and which one of you is the one who kills the bug without batting an eye?

I'm the one to scream upon seeing a bug & Rumi is the one who kills the bug without batting an eye.

💐 - What flowers would you get your f/o? What flowers would your f/o get you?

I would get Rumi white lily's & she would get me red roses.

🍽 - What would your ideal dinner date with your f/o look like?

It would be a healthy meals for dinner, along with a dessert at home.

🥄 - Who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Rumi is the big spoon & I'm the little spoon. We sometimes alternate.

🏖 - What would a beach date with your f/o look like?

We would play volleyball together, going for walks, go for a swim, & lay in the sun.

🎃 - What Halloween costumes would you and your f/o wear? Do you match?

We would be witches!

🎄 - How would you spend Christmas with your f/o?

We have a Christmas breakfast, then watch a Christmas movie & then lunch. In the afternoon, we open our Christmas presents. For the rest of the day, we have dinner & watch some Christmas movies.

🎉 - How would your f/o plan your Birthday? Do they set up a party or take you out on a casual date to your favorite place?

She would just take me out on a casual date to one of my favorite places for my birthday.

🎁 - What present would you get your f/o? What do they get you?

I would get Rumi a gold crescent moon necklace. Rumi would get me a silver cat pendant opal necklace.

🎟 - What would a movie date with your f/o look like?

An action film, along with light snacks, & cuddling together at home.

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boyswanna-be-her · 7 months

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I had the sweetest halloween of my life. I got up super early bc there was a big protest planned at the abortion clinic that day and I'd volunteered to be there w two of my favorite volunteers I hadn't seen in a while. It ended up being low key and I played my entire Kelloween playlist for them in the parking lot while antagonizing the protesters so all in all a good session. I was satisfied with my halloween already.

When I got home, I realized Bfr had secretly been planning an entire spooky day for us. They queued up a playlist of creepy music. We made rice krispie treats (which i'd brought up recently i'd never made before and had no idea how they worked). They'd bought two horror games for us to play specifically on Halloween--one goofy one that only took a few hours to play through that made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe, and a longer one that was a game I'd mentioned a long time ago watching a playthrough of and thinking it was creepy. They set up a "spooky" civ 6 scenario for us to play after dinner (civ 6 is my favorite, so real nerd hours). They queued up "It Follows" because I'd mentioned that I thought they might like it (they don't generally like horror movies or gore so extra points for being down to watch a suggestion, they watched parts through their fingers).

Like, I never had to even say Halloween was a holiday I care for. They know enough about me to know that October can be rough for me and obviously I must love Halloween bc I'm a nerd creep with a collection of horror shirts. It just meant a lot that they decided we were going to celebrate halloween, even if I didn't want to get dressed up or to go out, even if I had no energy to decorate and no money or mental bandwidth to plan stuff, and they planned hours and hours of spooky entertainment for us. I felt very seen and appreciated 🖤💀🎃

#bfr

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freetobeeyouandme · 4 months

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Chapter 3: I Get My Ass Kicked by an Elven Princess

The next chapter of my Byler Isekai AU is now up on Ao3! We learn about Will's backstory, get some Byler bonding, and most importantly, Mike gets to use his new sword. What could go wrong?

Tags: M, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Fantasy AU, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Horror, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

Summary:

Mike Wheeler hates High School, so when he almost dies and falls through a portal to another world, he’s not going to complain. Especially not when that world does not only have swords and magic but seems to work exactly according to the rules of his favorite tabletop role-playing game. But his euphoria might be short lived because the party of adventurers he falls in with turns out to be the target of an evil god and the fate of the world might rest on their shoulders. So, exactly like his games of D&D. Except the wanna-be Paladin soon realizes that being a hero is much harder in real life than it is in-game. - Or, Mike gets isekai’d into a world where D&D is real.

An excerpt and taglist below the cut:

Excerpt:

By the time Mike, Will, and Jonathan make it back home, the number of people they have to give the bad news to has halved. Because the Byers’ house only has so many beds, Lucas had left with Dustin, ceding his to Mike, and the pair had taken Max with them. Mike’s not sure what to do with the elf’s sudden kindness, but as the sun sets on Hawkins, the day’s excitement catches up with him and he’s not going to turn down a bed. He is a little disappointed to find Dustin had taken his backpack and everything but the books inside of it with him though.

When they arrive, El and her parents are playing cards, the Sorceress and her father competitively while her mother seems to only have joined to while away the time. Mike had finally found a moment to ask Will and Jonathan about their family situation on their way back when Jonathan mentioned that Mike should show the sword to Hop. Apparently Hop wasn’t the boys’ actual father, although neither of them seemed fond of the man who was. Hopper and their mother had found each other years after she left that man, and he had taken to her sons as if they were his own. And when Will and his friends brought El home, he had immediately become protective of the girl. Mike thought that was sweet, and the Byers genuinely seemed to love each other, something he wasn’t always sure applied to his own family.

True to Jonathan’s word Hop watches almost hungrily as Mike pulls the sword from the leather scabbard Murray had also provided while Will tells them about the Wizard’s ‘prophecy’. It’s the first time the harengon looks at him with something other than contempt, but Mike isn’t sure he likes this other expression either.

Thankfully Hop turns back to his cards when Mike’s eyes meet his, apparently unwilling to admit his curiosity. He pulls a red, beautifully illustrated card from his hands and throws it on top of the pile on the table.

El drags her eyes away from the sword and growls when she sees what her father has done.

“You got a plan on what to do with it?” Hop asks, nodding at the sword with feigned nonchalance.

Mike considers it. “Learn how to use it, I suppose. I’m not going home so I might as well take advantage of this.”

“Learn to use it how?”

He frowns. “Uh, like you use a shortsword, I guess?”

Mrs. Byers laughs, looking up from considering her own cards. “He means what class you had in mind.”

“Wait, you get to choose your class?” Of course, back in his world, he had chosen his characters’ classes, but that was a game and he was the author of those characters’ stories. He hadn’t expected that to translate to real life quite so literally.

Hop huffs a barely audible laugh that has Mike stare at him in disbelief. He didn’t think the man was capable of expressing joy.

“It’s like with every other profession,” he explains, with a shrug. “You pick what you think suits you and hope it works out for the best. But trust me, there are enough green-eared youngsters who think they want to become some world famous Wizard and remain the same green-eared nobodies even after years of study.”

Next to Mike, Will rolls his eyes. His expression is fond, though. “I thought we’d agreed, as a family, to never speak about that again?”

“You were a Wizard first?” Mike asks, intrigued. He places the sword on the table where everyone can continue ogling it and takes a seat.

Will shrugs as he joins him. “Well, emphasis lies on tried. I sucked at it and then I got lost in the woods for a week when I was twelve or so and Selune helped me find my way out. So that put an end to it.”

“So you decided to dedicate your life to the goddess?”

“I’m a better Cleric now than I ever would have been a Wizard, and besides, it’s not all that different serving her. Except she helps me finally understand magic.”

Mike weighs his head. It makes sense, although he’s not sure he understands that kind of religious devotion. He supposes if the god his parents believed in was a little more hands on, a little more available and granting his followers magic powers, it would be easier to believe in him. But as it stands Mike doesn’t think he’d be capable of the same kind of faith as Will seems to have in his goddess – not even if some god were to come to him in his dreams tonight.

Far more important to his choice: “Do you think I could learn magic?”

“Every living being has a connection to the magic that flows through this universe,” Will explains. “In some it is stronger than in others, and it manifests in different ways. Not everyone can actively channel magic, but I don’t see why you couldn’t try. Here.” He grabs Mike’s sword, and before his mother can reprimand him for doing that at the table and before Mike understands what his intention is, he drags his thumb over the sharp edge of the blade.

Mike has never considered before what color the blood of fantasy creatures such as dragonborn must be, but what wells up in the path of the blade is red and runs in a thick rivulet down the pad of Will’s finger. He swallows at the unexpected sight of it.

Will hisses slightly as he cuts himself, but his expression when he presents the cut is tranquil. He takes Mike’s hand with his uninjured one, guiding it to hold his bleeding finger, then nods towards the cut. “Don’t worry, I can heal myself if this doesn’t work.”

Mike grimaces. “You might have to. Maybe I will be a wizard.”

Will laughs with a nod at the sword. “Murray said he’s seen you wield that, so I doubt it.”

Mike feels his cheeks warm at how correct that assessment of him is. He’d played a Paladin in Hellfire’s last campaign, and he’d become partial to that class. Pure spellcasters were too complicated for him because there were always too many spells to memorize, but he did like the versatility of having some magic at his disposal. And while he wants to learn some magic now – why wouldn’t he, if magic is real here? – he also wants to learn how to use the sword he’s been given. He won’t have that opportunity if he ever goes back home.

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persona5butitsincorrect · 11 months

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thoughts on shuharu/headcanons?

Its not my personal favourite ship for either of them but it's definitely my favorite for Akira/Ren/whatever you wanna call him x any of the other female phantom thieves. I mean to me she was the only one who seemed like she already liked him during her confidant in the game and they do look pretty cute together as well as seem to have a matching temprement. I also feel like I can acc see a future for them as (at least as for what I imagine for Ren) running or working in a small cafe like Leblanc would suit him. As for what I imagine they'd be like in a relationship here's a couple headcannons of mine:

Lots of coffee dates, Haru would make a point of wanting to discover new obscure restaurants and cafes, and of course Ren will follow suit. Not that he doesn't enjoy it mind.

Mans whipped (😏) and pretty much owns it.

In all seriousness, it's more like he enjoys seeing her doing things that make her happy, since he knows she wasn't for so long.

When it's his turn to decide what that do on dates/days out, it's usually movies or the arcades. They're both surprisingly nuts for horror. And the part timer working at the theatre in shibuya knows their faces by now and always seems slightly afraid.

Same goes for anyone in the arcades, naturally, Haru calls out the most horrendous sadistic stuff like in mementos while they play first person shooters. It's like she forgets she's in public sometimes. Ren finds seeing peoples shocked faces pretty funny.

When Ren moves back home Haru winds up coming to visit for a majority of the summer. Out in the country, she stands out like a sore thumb even more than in Tokyo. She hadn't not been in a city before and seemed to imagine it being a lot more different than it actually is.

His parents though mostly absent are incredibly confused by her sudden surprise arrival in a chauffer, with four suitcases of clothes (she knew she was staying quite a while). Especially as they'd never even heard of her.

Ren hadn't brought her up mainly because they didn't need to know, just like they hadn't bothered to call once when he was in Tokyo, he hadn't bothered to say anything.

Honestly, Ren had very few friends at home, even less after everything that happened. And the people who did still hang around seemed to have an issue with Haru. In general she has this level of unintentional classism-- she just kind of forgets certain things are a luxury and not everyday. And it seemed to be the main thing that was putting people off tho her. It really annoyed him but he didn't really know what to do about it except from distance himself.

It was all making him really regret moving home. So much so he wound up making plans for how he'd move back to Tokyo after finishing his 3rd year of high-school and what he'd actually do with himself once he did. Plans Haru and Makoto helped him draw up.

He, like Haru, wants to run some kind of small private run cafe. Sojiro is mentoring them both. They're heavily considering the possibility of going in on the buisness venture together but it's still very much early days.

Both of them have a keen interest in French literature. Which is part of what got them both talking to eachother outside of the group in the first place. They exchange annotated books a lot - haru using purple post it's and Ren using red.

After her "Relationship" with Sugimura, Haru isn't all that comfortable with physical affection. She especially hates feeling vulnerable. It's a very slow process for her to feel secure again. Luckily Ren is very aware of that and incredibly patient. Partly because he feels the exact same way. After being caught in Sae's palace, battered and dosed up, losing his autonomy and feeling out of control. It all bore on his mental wellbeing a lot. That understanding between them is part of what makes them feel safe around eachother.

Ren has a pretty hard time getting to sleep. He thinks maybe a part of him is Afraid he'll wind up in the velvet room again. Most of the time Haru tries to stay awake with him or offer to stay up so he feels less alone and in danger. But 99% of the time she winds up conking out, of course only after half an hour as incoherent slurred talking whilst she denies she's even tired.

In line with all this, Haru still has moments where she gets incredibly upset or distressed and isn't sure how to communicate it. The way Ren chooses to respond is to give her physical space but stay with her. A majority of the time they don't talk and he just sits by her, letting her come to him if she wants/needs anything (usually a hug once she's calmed down).

There's a lot of hand holding between them. If there sat idly somewhere haru tends to grab Rens hand and trace it's edges with her finger out of boredom.

She's definitely a snorer. But it's a cute snore. Like a little toot noise every so often. That actually does help Ren sleep.

Whilst he already has a pretty good sense of fashion. Harus always wanting to dress him up, and a majority of the time he let's her.

One time Ann suggested she should try and get him to wear a dress, not expecting the fact he was more than happy to. Even more so he pulled it off with way more confidence than anything any of them had ever seen. (Ryuji discovered something about himself that day)

When there together they have this peaceful quiet sometimes, both of them enjoy just stopping and listening to the world around them (which cannot be said for some of their other friends). As well as this they have this way of being able to communicate without words. When they're in group settings it drives everyone else insane trying to figure out what the difference is between their different stares at one another mean and how they developed such a language.

#shuharu #persona 5 #persona #persona 5 headcanons #Headcanons #Haru okumura #ren amamiya #akira kurusu

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rosecelebi · 4 months

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Now that Fire Emblem Heroes has opened it's yearly Choose Your Legends voting period.... I am kindly asking you to consider sparing a vote (or two!) to two of my favorites in the series: F!Robin and Sigurd!

Why?

Well let's start with Robin,

Robin fans won out last year when their Male counterpart won the male division of CYL 7 alongside Soren and I'm sure many F!Robin fans (myself included) helped him reach that victory by voting, just as we did in previous years with Chrom and A!Tiki. F!Robin has waited for her time to shine and has supported her competition for several years now. It's time for her to receive the Awakening vote love!

If that wasn't enough to sway you, let's look at F!Robin's legacy in FEH.

1. Her base version was a year 1 grail unit with a mediocre (affectionate) refine that takes max investment to work around

2. Her summer alt is a year one seasonal with a bad weapon and book 1 era stats (but she sure is cute!)

3. Her legendary alt isn't even her- it's Grima. Grima took away her chance at being a legendary unit

4. Her Halloween alt is another Grima alt. She didn't even get to participate in Halloween because Grima took the spot :(

5. Her Valentine's alt is adorable but still a seasonal locked unit

6. Her rearmed version is yet another Grima.

HALF of all F!Robin's in FEH are Grima alts. There is no F!Robin available to summon in the normal 4/5 star pool. Getting a brave alt would be a big deal for her and her fans.

Please, spare a vote to the best tactician around, F!Robin!

Now, let's talk about Sigurd

Sigurd comes from FE4, Genealogy of the Holy War, a game I know many of you may not have played yet. That's okay though! I get it! It's a bit old and jank to play and you need to emulate it with a translation patch if you don't understand Japanese. So I'm gonna explain who this man is to you....

Sigurd is the heir to house Chalphy and a descent of the crusader Baldr in Judgral, which makes him kind of a big deal. Throughout his game, he makes allies with many people throughout Judgral in an attempt to unify and fight back against the rising corruption.

Along his journey, he meets Deirdre and the two fall in love and end up having a son together, Seliph. Sigurd is devoted to his family and loves Deirdre more than anything in the world. Sigurd is a family man. Look at this Cipher art if you need more explanation:

(*SPOILERS ahead for FE4, but FEH and Engage already spoiled this so if you somehow don't know what happens to Sigurd, maybe stop reading here*)

Tragedy befalls the couple not long after their son is born... Deirdre is kidnapped and her memories are wiped clean as she is needed for a sinister plot... Her holy blood is needed to help the Loptous cult resurrect their dark God so they use Deirdre as a pawn and marry her off to Arvis.

Sigurd is distraught with his wife gone and searches and searches for her but ultimately must continue through on his plans. He returns to his home and is met by Arvis, the Duke of Velthomer, and the descendant of the imperial family. He welcomes them in as a deceitful trick and declares Sigurd a traitor and calls for his execution. Before he issues the order, Arvis lets Sigurd meet his new wife- Deirdre as a sick and twisted punishment. With that, Arvis calls down Valflame and kills Sigurd and many of his army members.

Sigurd's legacy is carried by his son, Seliph, who will free Judgral from the horrors that the dark cult inflicted many years later.

So that was heavy. But do you understand why he's such a compelling character??? He has such an unfortunate heroes tale, but FEH let's us see him again and be able to reunite him with his love and his son.

Seliph got his own brave alt two years ago in CYL 6 and it feels right for it to be his father's time to step up and shine as a brave hero.

Let's look at Sigurd's legacy in FEH:

1. His base version is a year 1 sword cavalier who's a bit outdated but not unusable by any means with proper skill investment

2. His duo dancer alt is Deirdre is one of the best arts in the game and I won't let anyone convince me otherwise

3. His Legendary alt was a meta threat at one point in time and the art is gorgeous

4. Lastly, this year he got his second seasonal alt, a tea time Butler alt that just cute. He definitely is serving tea for Deirdre and making sure she's happy.

A brave alt just seems perfectly fitting for him at this point!

In conclusion, these are two characters who are ready for their moment to shine in FEH with a brave alt. They've waited for their friends or family members to get there first and now it's (potentially) their time for the brave win. Thank you for reading all this and may the CYL odds be in our favor!

TLDR: Vote for F!Robin and Sigurd in CYL 8!

#feh #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #cyl8 #cyl #choose your legends #choose your legends 8 #propaganda #f!robin #sigurd fire emblem #sigurd #sigurd x deirdre #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #fe4 #fire emblem genealogy of the holy war #please vote for them

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r-rook-studio · 11 months

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Return to the Bracknell Horror

Crossposted from R-Rook.studio.

I like to think of myself as someone who loves and writes scenarios that are inherently sandboxy. My ideal horror investigation scenarios—Goblin Archive's The Mall and Zzarchov Kowalski's Price of Evil—have a few hooks, a usefully detailed map, a well-thought-out escalation clock, and interesting, tersely described NPCs... but not much else. In adventure design, those are my ideals. Sometimes, at a one-shot are con, you need to make your frames slightly harder, but often when doing that, the goal is to preserve as much player agency and GM creativity as possible, especially when the scenario isn't only for demo or public play.

Over the past weekend, I had a writing breakthrough with "The Bracknell Horror," an adventure for the next Roseville Beach Book. This post isn't grand RPG theory; it's just a quick note that my two favorite parts of scenario design (setting and escalation clock) were ultimately what fixed the problem. It's odd that I've run this little adventure many times since I started working on Roseville Beach in 2019—it's fun and gives me room to bring in a lot of the PC's connections—but it was only last weekend that I was really happy with it how it all came together.

"The Bracknell Horror" has been my go-to con game or demo for Moonlight on Roseville Beach. Inspired by both a messy blend of the Migo and the Dreamlands with the actual Belvedere Guest House on Fire Island, I've been running it since 2019. Roseville Beach's Bracknell Lodge is a good place for a kidnapping mystery: the guest house is too expensive and exclusive for our PC sleuths to have been in before, even though it's local to the town where they do their monster-hunting. It also gives them the potential to deal with wealthy, WASPy, and mostly unsympathetic queer characters who are still being harmed by cishet magician Simon Mather and his cronies who've decided Roseville Beach is the perfect place to find some warm bodies for some nightmarish Dreamlands entities to possess.

Ultimately, I didn't put it into either the quickstart or the main book because we were out of space and because while it was always a sandbox when I got to the Bracknell, I was always too intimidated to create an escalating clock and always needed a scene structure and over-the-top clues to get them there.

In my original version, the PCs wake up Saturday morning to discover that during the night, people have gone missing. In some cases, they had missed connections with those folks and may have been looking for them before. I'd always excused that issue, rationalizing that missing a meet-up with friends in an era before cell phones often meant not reconnecting until everyone got back home the next day. But Roseville Beach isn't just a small town, it's a fairly tiny one, and the locals know each other well, so I was never happy with actively preventing the PCs from getting involved until the clock was farther advanced, but my brain was hyper-focused on that structure until I started preparing to run it for A Weekend with Good Friends hosted on Discord by The Good Friends of Jackson Elias. Finally, it occurred to me that the adventure really needed to begin the night the disappearances start instead of just including a few flashbacks the PCs remember the next day. In doing that, I had a chance to target not just the PC's connections and allies but also the PCs themselves, giving them a chance to interfere with Mather's plans as they were getting started or follow Macgregor and his cronies as they moved through the town finding people to target rather than waking up the next morning and converging on the Bracknell.

I'd been afraid that getting the PCs involved too soon might mean it moved from creepy horror scenario to a big fight in the middle of town, but it took PCs time to confirm what was happening and that the people who were running late or took longer than usual to use the bathroom, find a pay phone, or cash a check at the grocery were actually, really missing that the kidnappers always had a head start (a crow shifter spotted one of Mather's henchlings walking toward the Bracknell with one of the victims, but couldn't do much to interfere until he rendezvoused with everyone else). Once that happened, a PC who'd been invited back to the Bracknell by a stranger she was dancing with had a new motivation to accept the invitation. We still had a chance to explore all the less-known ways to get into the lodge—the gardener's entrance, sneaking in via the unused boathouse, climbing over the front gate (this time with the cover of night)—so I got to reference Dai's incredible map (that will also appear in the full version of Dim All the Lights).

This time, I'd also simplified Mather's plans so that they were way easier to plot out on a clock, and PCs interfering with them weren't filling pages of notes when they learned about them. Moving everything to the nighttime also meant that PCs' plans to get into the Lodge by subterfuge, stealth, and seduction felt more logical and logically likely to succeed.

#roseville beach #moonlight on roseville beach #dim all the lights #tabletop gaymes #tabletop game design #ttrpg design #scenario design

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moregraceful · 6 months

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fusion dance: is it not enough for devon toews to be handsome but make it zombie apocalypse? or space cowboys

Omg GREAT fusion thank you so much. Under a cut bc I have mutuals who get squicked by zombie aus

Fic for the curious, bc I can finally, over a calendar year later, read it without screaming.

So my DREAM zombie apocalypse for Is It Not Enough For Devon Toews To Be Handsome goes the way all my favorite horror fic go....everything proceeding normally but there's an increasing sense of something being deeply Wrong and the characters are trying their hardest to Stay Calm And Carry On and by the time you the reader catch on, it's too late. Devon and Cale merrily fucking their way through Continental North America while the stands grow emptier. The city streets they walk through to restaurants are darker. They have to be rushed to and from planes and buses under heavy security. It becomes unclear if games are being televised. It becomes unclear if anyone is in the arenas besides the teams. Members of the Avs start to go missing. Other teams are playing 11-7. Maybe there's no back up goalie for many teams. The Avs play the Bolts in Tampa, but the ice is choppy and the stands are empty and none of their families or loved ones are around when they win. They go home with little fanfare, one of the last flights in the world flown by a pilot with nothing left to lose.

When they make it back to Denver, Devon sticks close to Cale instead of splitting before going to Gabe's for the party. They're sober. The streets of Denver are empty and restless as he and Cale rush through packing what they need in their apartments, both of them working in tandem to grab important papers, family photos, things they'll miss when they're gone. And food. They pack all the food in their apartments. Devon holds Cale's handle over the console as they drive to Gabe's house for a post-win party. It's tense between, then quiet. Gabe's house, which is more like a compound, for purposes, has high garden walls and reinforced gates in front. In the dying light, the team reinforces the compound walls, organizes living spaces, packs away food and water in safe spaces, starts planning how to ration to make sure everyone has enough until the end. They win together; they'll die together. They lost some of the team between the plane and meeting at the house. There's only a handful of them left. There's rustling in the houses around them. As the sun sets, they reinforce the last of the barbed wire and install the final sensors for security systems attached to phones that may not run much longer.

Then they drink. They party as hard and as quietly as they can, laughing and crying and singing and muffling each other's yells against pillows. This is a win party. It's also a wake, a repast. They know they won't survive forever. They may not survive the week. There's tears over the wives and children they lost, and the wives and children they will defend with their lives but ultimately can't save. The parents they'll never see again, the siblings they haven't heard from in months. The former teammates they watched get pulled away screaming, the former teammates who they'll never play against because they haven't responded to check in text messages for months.

There are not many of the team left, but there's enough that Gabe assigned Cale and Devon to share a futon in his daughter's room; she's sleeping with her parents. They ran out of rooms and he knows about Cale and Devon because EJ survived too.

At night, the growling outside is loud, even through double paned windows and blackout curtains and reinforced walls. Cale and Devon are curled towards each other on the futon, their knees knocking against each other. Cale, fearless, unflappable Cale, can't stop shaking. They're more sober than drunk. It's very cold, even in June. It was hot during the day but now Cale can't stop shivering Devon takes Cale's hands, then rubs them, then kisses them, again and again.

"Do you ever think about the future?" asks Cale. "Not, I mean--like, before."

"Just tried to live it one day at a time," says Devon. He kisses the knuckles of Cale's thumbs. "If I got caught up in what-ifs and hypotheticals, I'd get so in my head, man."

"Yeah," says Cale. His heart is beating so hard that he thinks Devon must be able to feel it, if not hear it. "Yeah, that's good."

Devon kisses the tips of Cale's fingers. "Why?"

"I guess I just didn't think you were gonna be the last best thing that ever happened to me," mumbles Cale. He watches as Devon runs his mouth across Cale's wrist. Devon must be able to feel his racing heart. He must. "But maybe I'm just dumb. Maybe you were always gonna be the best thing that ever happened to me."

Devon says, "no, I don't think either of us thought our future culminate in lying in a pink bedroom with Paw Patrol stuffed animals looking at us."

Cale chokes out a wet laugh. "Yeah. Yeah."

Devon says, "you're the best thing that ever happened to me too, Cale. Every day with you was better than the last."

Cale pushes Devon on his back and kisses him until they're both too stupid with it to think about the way the barbed wire is scratching against the walls of the compound, slowly coming loose.

#i have to walk the dog and now i'm too scared 😭😭😭😭#space cowboy au: everything is exactly the same except cale wears a cowboy hat and they play on different planets #like planet-hopping for games? imagine tampa as a whole planet omfg #cage replies #selkiefinalist #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions #chushkin dies within five minutes horribly and painfully

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morvantmortuary · 1 year

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Maximilian “Maxi” Vincent Morvant

(The Reaper)

(Rarae Aves’s slasher/necromancer OC)

“Let’s get acquainted, shall we?”

age: Early 40s (9/9/82) (virgo, if he believed in that sort of thing)

birthplace: somewhere in calcasieu parish, louisiana (his mother’s family can trace their lineage all the way back to the Spaniards; his father’s people are of cajun stock from way back in the bayou.)

height: 5′11′’

current location: wherever you are and just out of sight. Usually found in Greymoon, Louisiana.

favorite book: other voices, other rooms - truman capote

hobbies: while running the Mortuary tends to keep him pretty busy not to mention his odd hour night work, he does tend to enjoy a few different things in his spare time. Maxi’s a connoisseur of horror movies, good and bad, and will happily talk your ear off about the accuracy of the gore/wound sfx - though he’s also a sucker for romcoms when the mood strikes. He occasionally can be caught playing video games (mostly also horror-related), collects rare books when he comes across a desired volume, and has been known to play the piano semi-passably at two or three in the morning after a few drinks. He loves going to New Orleans for concerts, live theater, and museums, and he stays the hell away from Baton Rouge on game weekends. He’s also a cheerful walking encyclopedia of death and funerary practices throughout history, including various plagues and epidemics that swept through Louisiana over the centuries. He loves animals (once having dreamed of being a vet before Death ruled his world so completely), and can often be seen leaving appropriate snacks out for the graveyard critters when he’s restoring older tombstones and mausoleums in the cemetery next door.

occupation: current acting funeral director at the family business, Morvant Mortuary

“What can I say? It grew on me, after a while.” He smiles, and it’s sweet, unassuming (but there’s still something too dark about those eyes of his - a brown so deep, it teeters nearly into burgundy). “It might not be… what I had in mind for myself, originally,” he says, and his eyes fall to his perfectly shined shoes. “But it’s fulfillin’, gettin’ to help take care of people on their worst days. Give them the rest the deserve. We don’t talk about that nearly enough in this country, honestly, and we can trace that back to when we started phasin’ out home funerals; funnily enough–” He stops himself, and laughs - a peculiar half giggle, half snort. It’s a nice sound (though there’s something under it, something that feels like it could tip into a mad cackle under the right circumstances). “But look at me, goin’ on. I’m sorry, I tend to do that about my line of work.” His eyes flicker back to you behind his glasses (and the focus is a little too keen, too watchful to be only polite interest). “Now. Tell me about your ideal funeral.”

a history, of sorts:

Maxi was always the oldest son. Dutiful, anxious, with an impeccable attention to detail even at a young age (he had to be, given the Morvant family’s notorious inherited temper). It seemed only natural he would follow in his father Vincent’s footsteps to take over the business his family built when they immigrated here, serving the town of his birth for over a hundred years now. …Vincent forgot to ask Maxi how he felt about this, however. While he went through the motions from elementary to high school, smiling through perfectly posed family photos, making perfect grades, he was planning his escape. To somewhere. Anywhere. To see the world, he hoped. The town he grew up in was enough for people like his parents and his aunt and uncle, but he would not be one of the people who ended up trapped here, living and dying within a stone’s throw of the same graveyard where everyone he’d ever known was buried (or would come to be). He was taken with art and literature, wanting to see the great treasures of history his European-Creole forebears used to speak of in rapturous tones.

Then, of course, Maxi became his parents’ only child. But that’s a story for another time.

Maxi’s mother, Mathilde, didn’t handle grief well. A hothouse flower of a woman even before the death of her youngest, she withered away within the house Maxi grew up in. (rumor had it she never left the house again after the funeral that day.) It fell to Maxi to try to take care of her, making meals carried into her room that went wholly uneaten, bringing her vases of flowers from her formerly prized garden before they all died out, trying to keep the curtains open only to have her shriek at the tiniest speck of sunlight.

Maxi learned too quickly the futility of trying to keep things alive. Especially when they didn’t want to be.

Vincent, not a man for expressing his grief, turned further into the family business and the family night business, now more determined than ever to pass the mantle in multiple senses to his oldest child and only son -- to make sure he left behind some sort of tangible legacy. (Maxi learned too quickly that he was not enough.)

For Maxi, there would be no dreamed-of going away to university, there would just be the minimum associate’s degree at the Greymoon junior college. He would apprentice under his father, pass the state exam as soon as he turned twenty-one, and take over as funeral director when Vincent was good and ready to retire.

Maxi contemplated running - one night, he even made it so far as the abandoned house on the Knox family’s property on the edge of town, where he tried to hunker down.

He doesn’t talk about what he saw there, ever. But whatever it was, it convinced him to come back. Just for a little while. (Just long enough to see this through.) He enrolled in the junior college, he got the associate’s degree in record time, and he began his training. Just as a good son would.

Mathilde died the day before Maxi’s twentieth birthday. He helped embalm his mother as part of his apprenticeship. He chose the hymns, the flowers, the photo for the portrait at the front of the chapel. It was said by everyone who attended - the neighbors, Mathilde’s former sewing circle, the Junior League, the Greymoon Historical Society, and anyone else who couldn’t resist a good snoop - to be a beautiful service. People exclaimed to one another that poor, sainted Mathilde (who had been wasting away for two years, who had made it no secret that she’d been simply waiting for her body to give out) looked to be at rest at last. Peaceful, even, after such strife at the end.

The entire time, Vincent stood at the back of the church, arms folded with a constant scowl on his face.

There was… an altercation, at the Morvant house that night. No one knows for sure what they heard. Knock on any door in town, and they’ll all tell you the same thing: someone heard yelling between the last two Morvant men, the cracking of Mathilde’s wedding china hurled across the room, a guttural scream accompanied by what sounded like howling, manic laughter, though no one would dare admit that aloud, and the slamming of a door. Then… nothing. Crickets sang away into the late summer night, and everyone went about their business.

The next day, Vincent was found dead in his own prep room of a broken heart, and poor little Maxi was left all alone in the world.

What followed the next few weeks was the most awkward standoff in the world: this sweet, polite, soft-spoken young man with perfect manners, and the parish sheriff who knew damn well Vincent Morvant didn’t die of no broken heart. He came by the house almost daily for the week after the murder, and every time, Maxi would be waiting with a plate of his great-grandmother’s famous cookies (an old German recipe) and a full pitcher of homemade lemonade. When the coroner finally declared there was no trace of anything untoward in old Vincent’s guts, not even his favored whiskey, the Sheriff about threw a fit right there on Maxi’s front porch. Maxi smiled and waved as he shut the door, but before he did, he smilingly told the old man that if he wasn’t coming by the plan a funeral, he’d need to come back with a warrant.

Given that Maxi was the only qualified person in his part of the parish, and no one wanted to send their meemaw the next town over when it was her time to go on and receive her Eternal Reward, Maxi was fast-tracked through the state exam. He passed it on his twenty-first birthday, exactly.

The next day, however, this proved all for naught: the family hearse was out of the driveway, and that boy was gone for five whole years.

The House stood empty, sheets over the furniture, with a cleaning service being wired money every so often to go in and clear away any truly troublesome cobwebs or dust bunnies. Keen-eyed neighbors noticed that it was a different crew every time, however… apparently, whatever they were being paid, it wasn’t worth it for most people to go back into that house twice. You could watch the ones that took smoke breaks stand there on the wide front porch, or near the garage door, with an uneasy shifting and a nervous glance over their shoulder every few minutes or so. If you were brave enough to walk over and ask one about it, they’d smile and laugh, insist they were being silly… but something about the house just didn’t feel right. (And not just because it was the last place lots of folks had spent their last night above ground.)

For the longest time, on windy nights, people could swear you could hear groaning coming from the loading and unloading door from the “business” half of the house in the back. It was just the wind, though. Of course. Without warning, Maxi slipped back into town one day, and opened the family mortuary right back up like nothing happened. It’s been running steady ever since, and now people from other towns bring Maxi their meemaws and other assorted family dead, having heard for miles around how dignified and magnificent all his services are — no matter who the deceased was or if their family had money.

…The only odd thing, in all of this, is that sometimes - just sometimes, mind you - people who attend the funerals tend to go missing not long after. Usually adult male relatives of the deceased: a troublesome cousin, a cantankerous father, a boorish brother. (Not to mention the unfortunate spate of pretty girls that have up and disappeared across multiple parishes during what would come to be called his “Bad Spell” - but no one can prove they’re connected, of course.) It’s become a bit of a rumor that the Morvant business, for all Maxi’s empathy and efficiency, might just be cursed.

If you ask Maxi about this, he’ll give you a smile - a slightly pained one - and suggest perhaps it’s the same curse that took his dear Père, saints rest him, all those years ago. And how could you argue with someone whose own family wasn’t immune to… whatever this was?

But he’s such a sweet man, everyone in the town will tell you so. He hosts every funeral and wake himself, and he takes such care of the grieving families, it’s like the deceased is one of his own. He’s not one for the church, and for being so handsome, he’s most usually found in the company of a book or a stray critter in the cemetery.

But there’s nothing to say that couldn’t change, though, if he met another lonely soul...

#maximilian vincent morvant #maxi morvant #southern slasher oc #necromancer oc #slasher oc #daniel brühl fc #morvant mortuary #monsterkisser fics #slasher oc x reader #slasher oc x you #mdni

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aliceindaisychains999 · 2 years

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A Night In With Primis

Nikolai Belinski

*He loves to read next to you in bed or the living room. Nikolai finds your presence very comforting. If you ask him about the chapter, he is more than happy to tell you. Sometimes, you choose a book to read together. If you don’t read, you may put in a movie to watch together. As a heads up, he is not a fan of horror. But he does enjoy action, dramas and comedies.

*Tea! When you’re both at home, the kettle is boiling around the clock. He usually likes strong teas like straight black or ginger turmeric. However, he makes an exception for two: chamomile with honey or black tea with a lemon wedge and cherry preserves (weekends only). When you hand him his tea, he always thanks you with a forehead kiss and some comforting words. “Да, is very refreshing. But no amount of honey could ever be as sweet as you, Пчёлка.”

*What would be a night in without cuddles? He’s almost always the big spoon, as he insists it’s to protect you. Nikolai is your big Russian teddy bear. You both get very giggly with each other when the mushy is poured on. His facial hair often tickles, most notably from neck kisses. (I will subtly hint that half of the time this leads to something more sensual ssSH-) Out of all of Primis, Nikolai is the most attentive to your needs. If you ever have worries before bed, know that he will gingerly take care of you.

Edward Richtofen

*(Ahem) It’s called a night in. THAT MEANS TAKE A BREAK, DOCTOR! You thought building a lab extension to the house would help him get work done faster, but it only encourages his ambition into overdrive. He is always busy to the point you have to check in before you go to bed. You may also drop off decaf-coffee or a dessert. Edward doesn’t mind you hanging around the lab and will show you his work/ask for assistance with a project. Sometimes, you are able to coax him to come with you to bed. Other times, he will come to bed very late and pepper you with apology kisses for keeping you waiting for so long.

*Edward doesn’t work to the bone every night, of course! He is also an avid reader like Nikolai. But his taste is mostly non-fiction and he always enjoys a long, in-depth conversation about the subject matter. He loves listening to music with you. You have a record player/cds on you? He will hum, sing with you or even get up and dance a bit ONLY if it’s a Sinatra-style slow dance. Do not expect him to get up and bump it like it’s ‘99, he dances like Oma. You also suggested to ease his nerves to do an at home spa thing for him! He laughed it off at first but then learned it felt nice to practice self-care together. The massage helps his back pain and he allows the cucumbers on his eyes and one face mask at the very least.

*Edward is very needy and longs for reassurance. If you’re together, he’s already opened up to you. You agree to take turns being the little spoon, but his favorite position is facing each other and holding on to each other. Lots of nuzzling and getting entwined to each other. He gets nervous often and fumbles with his hands a lot. It’s routine to talk in the dark a bit before falling asleep. It can be about tomorrows plans, any random thoughts and each other’s worries. But he knows you’re both a team and get through anything together. “Danke, mein engel. I would be lost without you by my side.”

Tank Dempsey

*As you know, nothing makes Dempsey happier than a gun in his hand, something to shoot and a sweetheart to call his own. Dempsey values any chance he gets to spend with you. Being a DI tends to be a lot of hard work, so most of the time when he’s with you, you guys are not home. He aims to do all sorts of day trips or nights out on the town. But some nights he wants to take the time to appreciate some peace and quiet with his bombshell beauty/handsome rogue.

*It’s usually low key stuff like lounging on the couch, playing cards or board games, simple things that truly help you guys connect more without stir-crazy adventures. Your favorite games would be war, blackjack and trouble. He might get cocky, but he promises to be a good sport about it by the end. Tank also enjoys having you sit on his lap while watching the sunset in your backyard with a nice cigar. “Y’know baby… As much as I love getting into trouble with you, nothing’s better than this. You’re the much needed serenity I’ve longed for my whole life.”

*I am trying to keep it clean for everyone but it’s a no brainer he gets very amorous with you. He wants to make sure you feel adored in every way possible, especially in an intimate way.

Takeo Masaki

*At home, you and Takeo like to start a bonfire and stargaze together. A man of little words and yet you can sense the love he has in his heart for you the way he lovingly holds you as you both lay down on the grass. You also have a dog that occasionally interrupts you two with kisses before curling up next to you two.

*Surprisingly, Takeo has been curious about crafting. One of the activities would be needle felting. You both work together to create a few scenes. One of your favorites was creating a needle felt forest scene with woodland creatures. You claim that your hands are shaky sometimes as an excuse to have him hold your hands still.

*Takeo does enjoy sharing stories with you. He tells you about legends, a memory that surfaces. Being an excellent listener, he patiently listens to you ramble stories as well. Although he is reserved and bashful, he does not hesitate to share soft kisses with you. You may lightly tease about how he smiles and averts his eyes when you are affectionate sometimes. “I can’t help it. Even after being together for so long, I can still feel butterflies when I’m with you.”

#modern au #tank dempsey #edward richtofen #nikolai belinski #takeo masaki #primis richtofen #primis dempsey #primis nikolai #primis takeo #cod zombies #writing

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blubblubisdead2me · 9 months

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What your favorite interests (also other than ones listed on your pages) and also how did you got into touhou in the first place as well as your favorite characters, music, games, etc from it as well?

this is my certified lore post y'all get ready

firstly thank u very much for the ask hedgypipes i appreciate u HERE WE GO

so basically im a big art nerd, that's what i love, always been drawing since i was baby

I LOVE TWICE THE KPOP GROUP??? SO MUCH ???? but i only started properly listening to them this year <3 i always wanna reblog stuff of them but this is just not that kind of blog tbh

I LOVE INDIE HORROR GAMES LIKE CHILLA'S ART IS JUST MWAH but no scary ghosts pls i cant😭

i first got into touhou in 2017 when i heard my classmate listening to bad apple and i was like "WOAH" and they were like "you DON'T know bad apple??? FREAK" and i was like "oh dear i must be cool and popular" so i went home and promptly made myself learn all the lore about the bad apple MV and a month later i started playing imperishable night

i really love the touhou games, i've given all of them a go at one point. my favourites to play are DDC, PCB, and HSiFS. I've only ever normal 1CC'd LLS, AoCF and UDoALG LMAOOOOO BUT IN MY DEFENCE I

i made a pretty detailed post about my favourite characters already but u have to scroll rly far and also i cringe every time i have to look at my posts so heres a recap:

marisa (shes so wife), renko, sumireko, okina, and seija <3 OH AND YUUKA

asking me about the music is so wild u have opened pandoras box but its okay i got it i will try to stay calm so heres my top 5 1. Tiny Shangri-La (Son Biten's Theme) 2. Where is that Bustling Marketplace Now ~ Immemorial Marketeers (Chimata Tenkyuu's Theme) 3. Phantom Band ~ Phantom Ensemble (Prismriver Sisters' Theme) 4. Illusionary Joururi (Benben & Yatsuhashi Tsukumo's Theme) 5. Bell of Avici ~ Infinite Nightmare (DS Photo Theme 4)

i've gotten around to most of ZUN's music sparing the very most obscure stuff from his manga CDs and some of the '99 arranges from his old website. i have magical astronomy and changeability of strange dream in my cd collection 🥰 OH and my favourite manga is definitely forbidden scrollery, but i loved wild and horned hermit too n plan to re-read it soon

tl;dr thank u i wouldn't either THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!! I APPRECIATE IT A LOT!!!!

#touhou #thanks for the ask!#long post #i am very sorry #but thank you love u #i am slightly mentally ill yes #but also just be wild and pour out ur heart about the things u love #thats what matters

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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Imagine Sneaking Out of the Annual Special Fire Force Halloween Party With Obi.

Obi Akitaru X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 2.2k

(A/N:) I may have gotten a little carried away with this one! XD It wasn’t supposed to be this long but I just adore Obi. He’s my absolute favorite of the whole Fire Force list of characters! And it’s kind of became one of my traditions to write something for him for Halloween every year. So this year is no different! So to my other Obi fangirls I hope you enjoy this one too! Happy Halloween and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Once again Halloween arrived and it had quickly become you and Obi’s favorite holiday. All good things had come to you both whenever the holiday came around. Plus Obi’s warming cinnamon spiced kisses were intoxicating. But now as this Halloween arrived there was no way you two could find a way of escaping the Special Fire Force’s annual Halloween party at the First Company’s Cathedral. The last few years Obi had been able to give a good enough excuse that you two got to stay at Company 8 but not this year. Now as the night arrived you were checking yourself in the full length mirror of you and Obi’s room, finishing up the last touches of your makeup. Despite it being a Halloween party it was stressed to you and Obi that it was a formal wear party and that by no means was it a costume party. The laughter of the youngest members of the company echoed up to you from downstairs. At least they were having fun you smiled gently. Distracted by the company’s doorbell you didn’t hear Obi come up behind you before you were wrapped in his large suit encased arms.

“Trick or treat,” he purred.

“Please Obi treats are for later tonight when we finally get out of that party,” you murmured wiggling from his grip. He rolled his eyes giving a quiet sigh.

“Sorry I couldn’t get us out of it this year,” he apologized straightening his tie in the mirror.

“That’s okay. We’d have to stay here and babysit anyway,” you paused letting the rambunctious laughter speak for you. “So let’s just go have a few drinks, woo the rich other companies, and then we can come home and watch scary movies until the sun comes up.”

Obi nodded finishing with his tie before offering you his well muscled arm, “Sounds good to me.”

Downstairs Shinra, Arthur, Iris, Tamaki, and Maki were playing a board game while horror movies played on the TV. Takehisa was at the door handing out candy to trick-or-treaters. While Vulcan and Viktor were no where to be found. The two were more than likely hanging out working on things that interested them more than a spooky holiday.

“Have fun everyone,” you called interrupting their, so far, tame festivities.

Shinra launched to his feet speeding towards you with a huge toothy grin on his face. “Take care of her Captain.” He laughed, “We don’t blame you both if you stay out a little later than normal.”

Maki elbowed the younger man causing him to double over, “What Shinra is trying to say is have fun and stay safe. We’ll see you both when you get home.”

“Thanks Maki,” Obi laughed taking your jacket off the hook and draping it over your shoulders. “Try not to burn down the cathedral while we’re gone okay team?”

“Yes sir!” The answer chorus followed you two as Takehisa closed the large door behind you both. The chill of the fall air made you shiver. Obi answered by bringing you closer to his body. Hailing a cab he helped you in before closing the door and getting in himself. With a few words you both were on the way to the party. Obi held your hand tightly stroking your digits with soft strokes as the tires bumped along down the road. You glanced at him eyes gleaming with excitement about the evening ahead. Just because you had to go to a party neither of you wanted to attend didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun at the expense of the Special Fire Force. You also knew that Obi had a plan, he wouldn’t have given up the fight so easily if he didn’t have some kind of back up plan. You were excited to see what the strong captain had cooked up. But for now you would eat yummy food, drink free booze, and enjoy holding onto the arm of the only man who had ever treated you so specially.

The First Company building was decorated so lavishly on the outside you couldn’t even begin to imagine what the inside could possibly look like. Obi paid the cab fair before coming to your side. You gripped his hand while he gulped and pulled at his suddenly tight shirt collar.

“Does this count as coming,” you whispered half joking half serious.

Defeated Obi shook his head, “I’m afraid not. So let’s try to have a little fun huh.”

You nodded preparing yourself for whatever the night held. What you weren’t prepared for was how expensive and elegant everything was inside the cathedral. Women and men of all companies mingled on the polished floors as flickering decorative lights of orange and purple glimmering on hand carved statues. You choked on air interrupting every conversation due to your coughing. Obi rubbed your back trying to soothe your fit. Wiping tears from your eyes before they could smear your mascara you waved awkwardly, Obi sensing your discomfort whipped you to a beverage table and grabbed you a cup of water.

“You okay,” he asked worriedly.

“Yeah,” you took a sip letting the water coat your throat. “I just wasn’t prepared for the extravagance.”

“Yeah I get what you mean. I’m used to Company 8 too. We’re less refined I guess you could say.”

“I love our dumpster fire of a home,” you grinned touching Obi’s cheek.

“Don’t say that,” he shuttered, “we might actually return home to it on fire.”

“Ohh yeah,” you grimaced. “Sorry wasn’t thinking.”

You finished your cup of water when you noticed an older man making his way to you and Obi. His white hair tied in the back out of his face and an eye patch covering one eye. He was intimidating and you found yourself nuzzling closer to Obi. He squeezed you tightly in a comforting gesture before offering a hand to the large man.

“Captain Burns thank you for the invitation,” Obi started making the older man shake his head.

“You and I both know getting you to come here was like pulling teeth.” Obi could only snicker awkwardly before the man who you now knew to be the First Division’s captain put his sights on you.

“And you must be (Y/N) Captain Obi’s plus one. I’ve heard a lot about you. Thank you for trying to keep Obi’s unruly bunch in line.”

“Can’t say I do much good sir,” you took his hand which he shook firmly, but not as rough as he did Obi’s.

He laughed deeply, “I’m sure. Well tonight enjoy yourselves. No responsibilities or teammates to keep you from having fun. Eat and drink your fill.”

“Thank you,” Obi and you both said at once. Then you both were left alone once more.

You thought your heart was going to beat right out of your chest after that conversation. “Is he always so intimidating,” you wheezed.

Obi nodded grabbing a glass of champagne and chugging it, “Yeah.”

“Oh good. I enjoy the feeling of his threatening presence.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Obi replied taking another glass off the table and offering it to you.

“Really,” you took the offered glass.

“No.”

You sighed, “That’s what I thought.”

Sometime in the night you got separated from Obi and now you were stuck discussing Hibana’s infernal experiments. You grimaced at some of the more gruesome details, trying to fake interest while trying to find an escape route. You didn’t know her very well despite her presence was a constant around Company 8. You were just about ready to give up hope when an arm slipped around your waist.

“Excuse me ladies,” Obi’s voice caused you to melt in relief. “But I think I’ll steal (Y/N) for a dance.”

Hibana glared at the captain but relented and went about searching for her next victim. You felt sorry for whoever she sunk her claws into next but you didn’t feel bad enough that you would leave Obi.

“My hero,” you cooed leaning into his frame.

“Looks like you were enjoying that conversation.” He chuckled leading you to the outskirts of the dance floor.

“Enjoying it as much as the company of Captain Burns,” you grimaced.

“That much huh?”

“How did you escape,” you asked while being glided around the floor in tune to the song playing through the speakers.

“Waited for their attention to be on someone else then snuck away.”

You giggled burying your face in his chest, “How cowardly.”

“I can deal with that,” Obi huffed.

You and Obi danced around a little longer underneath the orange lights. You were never one to be the center of attention but being with Obi and escaping from conversations that you weren’t wanting to have was worth having people stare at you and Obi. But you couldn’t dance forever and the thought of the Halloween festivities happening outside was becoming too much to bear.

“Can we leave now,” you whispered. Despite staying more than you both wanted, it would still seem rude when there was still lots of time left until it ended. Obi looked around the room seeing that most of the attention had left you two. The captains and their guests were back to talking to one another. Captain Burns seemed to be swarmed by several other people talking to him animatedly while he looked to be on the verge of disinterest. That moment Obi felt a little sorry for the First Company’s Captain but now was the best chance to make an escape.

“Let’s get out of here.”

He grabbed your hand before you could say anything in agreement and rushing you towards the corridors. While Obi didn’t know the layout of the building like the people who lived in and visited often he had a pretty good idea of where the back exit would be. You lost all sense of direction as Obi lead you forward. Not worried in the slightest about getting lost you took in all the artwork and architecture as you went by. Everything about the First Company was elegant and gorgeous. But not as gorgeous as the air that sudden tossed your hair around. You and Obi stood outside finally in the fall atmosphere that seemed to make you soar. Taking a deep breath you looked up at your rescuer with a big grin.

“Now let’s go have some fun,” you crowed leaping down the steps Obi hot on your heels.

Not too far from the cathedral there was a small street fair happening hosting a few Halloween themed games and tents that advertised different foods and drinks. Obi was your loyal protector as you drug him around the different tents. He had loosened his tie and unbuttoned a few of his shirt buttons making himself more comfortable while you had taken your hair down and removed your jewelry that was now safely housed in Obi’s pants pocket. While there had been several types of food at the Fire Force get together all the spread had seemed too fancy and unappetizing but now as you sat with different foods from different stalls you felt much more comfortable and hungry. Obi had left to go snag a couple cups of hot apple cider when you dug in. The chilly breeze shot through you and you shivered but it was still much better than being trapped in a stuffy building. A large uniform coat was draped over your shoulders after your shiver. Looking up you saw Obi towering over you with a cup in hand. He had already sat yours down before putting his warm coat over you.

“I should have worn a heavier jacket,” you smiled sheepishly taking a sip of the hot liquid. It warmed you from your fingers to your toes. This time your shiver was in delight.

“You can use mine,” Obi replied sitting back down beside you.

“Won’t you get cold?” You were thankful that he was willing to go cold the rest of the evening for your sake, but you still worried about him getting sick.

“Nah,” he waved off your worries. “I don’t plan on us sticking around outside for long.”

You deflated unhappy that your Halloween night had pretty much been wasted. There had been so much you wanted to celebrate with Obi and now the hour was waning down.

“I think you misinterpreted what I meant,” whatever warmth he had held was transformed into a sly look. “We’re not going home. The evening is far from over.”

“Consider me intrigued Captain,” you winked taking another sip of cider.

“I rented a hotel room not far from here,” Obi spoke taking your hand to kiss the top of. “I am all yours all night until the morning.”

“I like the sound of that,” you purred taking Obi’s loosened tie in your hand. You pulled him down towards you stealing a kiss. When you pulled away Obi placed his large hand behind your head and brought you back into him. Your senses overflowed with his passionate kiss that still tasted like cider, while the natural smell of Obi penetrated deep within you, and the smells of autumn and spices littered the chilly air. After parting from each other you both cleaned up your mess fast and hurried along to the hotel that Obi had booked. What started out as a Halloween that you would remember as boring quickly took a turn into one of the best that you would remember for a very long time.

#Akitaru Obi X Reader #Akitaru Obi / Reader #Akitaru Obi #Fire Force #Akitaru Obi Imagine #Fire Force Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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