#aha comrade

[peninkwrites]

Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil. Ch 2 of ?

Ranboo has been going blind his whole life.

Ch 1

Ch 3

crossposted to ao3

Ranboo knows blindness is inevitable.  He’s known this since he was small.  His mothers had never said it to him directly, but it seems maybe they regretted having a child who was only half enderman.  How could they have known he would inherit his other half’s tear ducts?  They did their very best to raise a child who wouldn’t cry, but they were fighting an impossible battle.  The early years were the worst.  Ranboo lost maybe a quarter of his vision in the first six years of his life.  Six was old enough to hold back, to refuse tears through skinned knees and childish insults and getting lost.  It took him a few years more to realize that never crying would have a different toll.  Ranboo kept his emotions clutched carefully to his chest, letting them pour free not in burning salt, but ink.

Eventually it became clear that their forgetfulness went beyond the ordinary, and his book began to serve a different purpose.

Not that Ranboo remembers these finite details, things like his mothers, his childhood, where he is from.  Nor is he really sure how he arrived on the SMP, only with the vague goal of winning an election.  He remembers a few essentials kept carefully in his memory book.  Tears burn, they make his vision worse, and one day he will go blind.  Crying will hasten the process, and even as that scares him, he cannot let it scare him enough that tears fall.

So he doesn’t cry.  First he meets Niki, whose voice is soft and kind and reassuring, and she shows him around the server.  He follows her closely, and she points out different structures and places and Ranboo pretends to perceive them.  He pretends there isn’t a fog over his vision, confining his view to the prime path and a bit beyond that, depending on the brightness of the sun that day.  His peripheral is worse, but as long as he’s looking at something head on, something close enough, he can see it generally.  Niki he will remember by voice, by her outline, her hair, but not really her face.  He would have to get way too close to see what she really looks like, but he knows enough to recognize her.  He can remember people relatively well by name and vague appearance, it’s who they are, the details of what they have done together, that’s where things get fuzzy just like his vision.

This was not ideal, as the next person he met, the current president, introduces himself and rather curtly tells him:  “I’m pretty much totally deaf, so, sorry if I’m not much for conversation.”

“Oh,” Ranboo had briefly had no clue what to say, before some impulse built on the sound of this boy’s voice, his small stature, wearing a suit, by the looks of it, he felt inclined to show a little faith.  “I’m… I’m kinda blind, so,” he mumbled.

“Um, like I said, man.  I can’t hear, so.  Dunno what you just said.”

Ranboo’s cheeks flushed green and red, fumbling for his memory book and flipping to the back of it.

I’m a little blind, so.  I don’t think I’ll be very good at sign language.

He holds it out to Tubbo, who frowns at the page, reading slowly.

Instead of irritation, he laughs.  “I mean, that works out!  Sort of.  Maybe not, but, how about I help you with the seeing bit, and you can… you could be my minutes man!  If you’d like.”

“Minutes-?” Ranboo stops, going back to the page.  Minutes man?

“Yeah!  If you want, you could write down the stuff we talk about in meetings, so if I have a hard time keeping up, I can still keep track of stuff,” Tubbo says brightly.  Ranboo knows he’s staring at him.  “So, is that why..?” Tubbo’s hand goes to his own face, which Ranboo notes is slightly discolored.  “Sorry, I shouldn’t…”

“Oh! The scars?” Ranboo brushes against his own cheeks, and the deep, red divots along the corner of his eye.  “It’s okay,” Ranboo shrugs, hoping that’s reassurance enough.

“I’ve got some pretty gristly scars too, dunno if you can tell,” Tubbo says.

“Not really,” Ranboo shakes his head, and then shrugs.  He should really just write.

“Huh, you can’t even see that?” Tubbo says unthinkingly.   “Sorry, that was, well, not very tactful of me.  If you want to, I could like, I dunno,” Tubbo pauses, thoughtful  “I could describe stuff?  If that would help?”

“Uh, yeah!  Yeah, I mean, I–” Ranboo nods and starts talking before remembering, returning to his book.

I’d like to be the minutes man. I was actually planning on running in the next election, so it would be cool to work with you.  And that might be nice. If you described stuff sometimes.  I don’t know I’ve never tried that.

Tubbo reads, and sounds surprised.  “Oh!  You’re planning on running, then, Rambo?”

Ranboo almost goes to correct him, but can’t bring himself to, endeared.

“Right, well, least I can do is show you around!  Or, show you what I can,” Tubbo says sheepishly.  “How bad is your vision?  You don’t have glasses, you know?  Feel like that could help a bit.”

Ranboo tries to remember the explanation.  He doesn’t have glasses.  Because..?  Another quick scribble on the page.

I don’t really remember why.  I think it might have to do with the different types of eyes?  I’m not really sure.

“Huh.  Well, if you want, we could see about getting you glasses.  My friend Wil–” Tubbo stops, and Ranboo cannot see that his expression is stricken.  Tubbo continues, and Ranboo notices the slight tremor in his voice.  “My friend Wilbur.  He wore glasses.  So, I’m sure we could get you some as well.”

Ranboo hesitates, writing slowly.

thank you. That would be nice.  Maybe it would help.

my vision is pretty bad.  I can’t see far over distances, it gets all foggy, and my peripheral is almost nonexistent.  And things are always a little blurry unless you’re right in front of my face.

Tubbo reads it slowly and carefully, murmuring the words as he does so, maybe meant to be inaudibly, but Ranboo can hear him.  “I am also dyslexic, so, the reading stuff is a bit slow for me.”

Ranboo just nods.

“Well then, Rambo.  I will give you a specialty tour of New L’Manberg!” Tubbo had originally wanted to take him to the top of the hill, to look out over the city, but he now knows that wouldn’t exactly be much use, so instead he takes him over to the platforms.

“I built this recently,” Tubbo puts a fond hand on one of the support posts.  “Made it out of spruce, and look, can you see how new it is?”  He motions Ranboo closer.

Ranboo follows, having to crouch down, but once he does, he sees the grain in the wood, he sees the fresh bark still left on the logs and the new metal bolts holding it all together.  “You built–” Ranboo quickly course corrects.

you built all this?

Tubbo stares at the page, always a delay, but not that Ranboo minds.  When Tubbo has to lean in to read it, Ranboo can see a bit more of his face.  “Yeah, I did!  With some help from the rest of the cabinet, and… and from Ghostbur.”

it's really cool

Tubbo reads it, and for a second Ranboo thinks he might be blushing, but then Tubbo is too far for him to tell.

“Right, now over here, we’ve got a few houses set up.  This one here,” Tubbo all but escorts him to the front door.  “It’s the one to the left of the stairs up.  It’s where Phil lives.  You’ll like Phil!  He’s really great.”

Ranboo nods, and he is startled when Tubbo takes his hand, pulling him along to the next doorway.

“This house is unoccupied at the moment.  The door is also spruce, and we’ve even placed flower boxes outside!  The house is a bit small, but it has two stories.  And I dunno if you know this, but the whole city is on stilts right now.  Over a big crater.  The plan is to hopefully refill it with rain water, there’s already some starting to collect, and make it a little less… rough,” Tubbo actually guides his hand to the flower boxes, so he can touch the dirt, so he’s close enough to see the flowers clearly, and Ranboo, if he weren’t so repressed, thinks he might have cried.  Tubbo doesn’t seem to notice, moving along.  “And here’s the flag!  The flag for New L’Manberg.  Maybe I can find you an old flag and show you that one too.  The history is important, you know?”  Once more, Tubbo hands the cloth to Ranboo, so he can feel its material, and hold it up close enough he can see the colors and the heart stitched on its surface.

It’s pretty

“Thank you!  I tried, you know?” Tubbo sounds a little bashful.  “Um, maybe it could be your house!  You’ll need to have a house here if you want to run in the elections.”

yeah!

Tubbo opens the doors to the house.  “Check out the inside!  It’s got barrels for storage, and a crafting table already set up, and a ladder up to the second floor.”

Ranboo can see the outline of the walls, and the second floor, he can guess where the ladder is from how it stands out distinctly to the cobblestone.  He can see the lanterns hanging from the ceiling from the harsh streaks they leave across his eyesight.  Ranboo also finds his vision does better in the dark.  Outside in the sun, the fog gets worse.

“You’d have to buy it.”

Ranboo scribbles faster.  Wait how do I do that??

Tubbo laughs, and Ranboo wants to make him laugh again.  “You’d have to talk to Ghostbur.  Don’t worry, he won’t charge you an arm and a leg for it or anything.”

Ranboo nods.

“And down here we have market stalls built!  No one is selling anything at the moment, but Ghostbur has decorated each one with wool and these… these decorative panel things, um, banners!  Lots of different patterns and things,” Tubbo nods him over to one of the stalls so Ranboo can see the detailed weave.  Tubbo walks to the next stall, and then the next, pausing at each so he can see the decorations.

“Alright, come on.  Stick close to me.  There are railings around the main platform, but we haven’t finished adding them to the sides really yet, or the stairs.”

I can see the railings and where the edge drops off.  I just can’t see far away or details unless it’s really close.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to… to patronize or assume or anything.”

it’s ok! thanks tho

“No problem, bossman!  Up here, this is Karl’s house.  I’m sure you can hear the llama?” Tubbo says this more hesitantly.  “There’s also bright red flowers.”

yeah!  The flowers are nice.  You’re right the llama is loud.  So is the redstone track.

“Oh, right, the redstone!” Tubbo stares at the track perhaps thoughtfully.  “Forgot about that,” he murmurs, and Ranboo isn’t sure if he was supposed to hear him or not.  “Um, back over here is Quackity’s house.  It’s very… open concept at the minute.  All those big gaps over there?” Tubbo points to a large opening in the far wall.  “There’s no glass in there yet, so it’s very… airy.”

Ranboo nods.

“Right, and over his Fundy’s house, it’s across this bridge here,” Tubbo leads the way.  “And… he’s got blue carpet!” Tubbo actually sits on the floor in his fancy suit, and brushes through the woven wool.

Ranboo can see the color, he knows it’s carpet, he doesn’t actually need to know what it feels like, but Tubbo is trying so hard, so Ranboo sits beside him and threads through the wool.  Ranboo smiles.  He glances up to Tubbo’s face and is unsettled to find that he’s most likely staring at him.  He hopes Tubbo isn’t looking him in the eye.  Even if Ranboo can’t tell, he doesn’t like the thought very much.

“Right, um, anyway.  Down here is the rest of Fundy’s house.  His house is very nice, it’s properly furnished, lots of that blue carpet,” Tubbo describes it as they go.  “And outside here, under the crane, this is Ghostbur’s property.  It’s not all under water, he just… he sort of lives next to the sewers––storm drains, to be clear, nothing gross.”  Tubbo heads down into the water and Ranboo hesitates.

He fumbles with the edge of his iron armor.  He should be safe enough to make it down there.  Ranboo can’t help but cover his eyes as he follows.

“You… you alright?” Tubbo asks carefully.

“Y-Yeah!” Ranboo quickly nods, relieved to find his face is dry.  He needs to have more faith in his enchantments, and once he gets some netherite, he shouldn't have to worry about water anymore.

“Um, well, in here is Ghostbur’s house.  His thing is making invis potions, as you can tell.  Reeks of blaze powder,” Tubbo flips through barrels of supplies.  “And in here is his library…”

So it follows.

Tubbo shows him everything, every little thing close enough, at least.  He gives him things to feel, and he points out sounds he knows should be there even if he can’t hear them anymore himself, and Ranboo cannot describe the feeling it brings him to follow Tubbo.  It’s not merely caring, it’s the fact that in some way, Tubbo understands.  He won’t realize for a long time that that was where he started to fall in love.

Next, he follows around Tommy, who is an explosion of noise and energy and his hands always a flurry of motion that Ranboo cannot quite make out.  He does his best not to reveal how little he can see.  He doesn’t know Tommy well enough for that; Tubbo’s own confession had felt like enough.  When Tommy questions Ranboo accidentally hitting him––Ranboo hadn’t noticed Tommy out of the corner of his eye until Tommy was right there, he’d reached out to stop him, severely misjudged the distance, and apparently hit Tommy––Ranboo fumbles an explanation about wanting to hand him a flower.  He cannot read Tommy’s hazy expression as he says, “y’like flowers, Ranboo?” but since Tommy continues to talk to him, asks Ranboo to walk with him, he assumes Tommy wasn’t offended.

Ranboo agrees to join Tommy in his mischief.  He doesn’t realize the house is burning until he smells smoke, and Tommy drags him away from harsh yellow light and heat muttering a fierce string of curse words.  He hisses to Ranboo as they walk quickly up the prime path, “we saw nothing, got it?  We saw nothing.”

And Ranboo nods and deigns not to tell Tommy how true that is.

When they are dragged to a court house, Ranboo doesn’t remember what happened.  He remembers going somewhere with Tommy, he remembers Tommy’s panic, but he doesn’t grasp the details.  He doesn’t see Tommy’s face, but hears him defend him, and support him when he explains why he can’t remember.

So Ranboo is let go, and Tommy isn’t.

And it only gets worse from there.

Ranboo is overwhelmed by how everyone starts to panic, but he told Tubbo he would follow him, that he would try to help, so he does, and he tries to keep the minutes.

#aha comrade #dsmp #my writing #ranboo

[kcrossvine-art]

@hk-strider

Subject C0D3N4M3: SEQUINS SEEKER Subject POWER: HYPER NUCLEAR CAT EYED LASER BEAM

#my face #portrait a day #get DRAWN comrade and smaller comrade!!!!!!!!!! #boom gotcha aha

[opaleyedprince]

i love to write bloodborne fic

#opal.txt #alfred covered in blood: we did it we saved the church! now there are no more vilebloods -is wracked with guilt- #his comrade aka a vileblood: aha.... yeah... yaaaay....

[senyuuno]

COGNIZANCE

Scene: When the Genshin Men realize they can never let you go Notes: I just wanna write before university starts again. (T-T)

Wanderer

Rushed footsteps can be heard along the hallways of the infirmary; along with it are some shouts of frustrations.

“I’ll shut your mouth completely if you keep on yammering at me!” Just a few seconds after that was the loud bang of your door as it flung open. There revealed the Wanderer, around him was his menacing aura that you could feel emanating from him.

“No, you can’t!”

“Sorry, Sir, but this is a private area!”

“We can’t let you i—”

You nervously smiled—“Uh, h-hi?”

“I never repeat myself.” With that, the attendant looked at you before sighing in defeat and leaving the room completely, closing the door behind them.

“You never really listen to me! I told you to—”

“Sir, you ca—” The attendant was cut off once Wanderer glared at them.

“Uhm…” You started off. Wanderer, then again, looked at you, glaring at your wounds as he grabbed your collar.

“Why would you even leave after I told you not to? Sneaking off in the middle of the night just to get some lowly artifacts and then what? You come back here with those bruises? Hah! That’s so weak of you, Y/N…you know you could die if you weren’t careful right?!” He continued to nag; his face flushed in anger but his voice slowly cracking as he tries to hide his anxiousness seeing your bandages.

“A pathetic mortal like you can…c-can….” An unexpected tear escaped from his eyes. You look at him. With your hand slowly removing his hands from your collar and taking it to your chest just to feel your heartbeat, you said—“Can you feel it? It’s beating right? That means I’m still alive.”

“Y…you…” Tears streamed from his eyes as he finally releases his worries. He wraps his arms around you as he hugged you, your warmth spreading on his proved that you are still alive. He tightens his hugs and you can’t help but to pat his back.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, and you try to repeat yourself again—“I really am ok—” but was cut off in the middle of it.

“—You can’t leave me,” he mumbled.

“Never.”

Childe

[“Aha! There you are, Comrade!” Just hearing Childe’s voice made you frown.

“What?” You asked, your tone annoyed as you turn to him.

You sighed. As expected, he’s all full of wounds again. There’s a blood crippling from his forehead, a bruise just on the side of his lips, gloves torn, and his clothes dirty.

“Ugh, Childe, what mission did you handle again?” You lightly grabbed his arm, making him seat on the sofa as you started to look for your medical kits to support your healing.

“Heh~ just the usual,” he grinned which just annoyed you again.

“Ouch! Hey, be careful!” He whined as you pressed the side of his lips.

“Oh, shut up,” you groaned.

As you started to heal him, he just stared at you. Your frowning face is quite a sight to see. How your brows furrowed as you try to focus on his wounds, your slightly parted lips…your scent fanning on him instead of the smell of blood, your concerned eyes didn’t escape his perceptive gaze instead of those dagger eyes and glarings he always had to deal…your mumble of curses to him which he finds surprisingly soothing…all of you.]

Those happened only a week ago. Since he was restrained by the Fatui for the meantime, as one of his mission somehow failed, he was exasperated.

“Hah!” He sighed in frustration as he glared at his own weapon.

He grabs one of his arrows and started playing with it—“Agh! I was supposed to be at battles right now! Tsk!” He closes his eyes.

The smell of the battlefield started urging him again to just escape the retainment order. Then after that, he’d all look like a ragged doll again with the wounds and blood on him…then…he’ll go straight to you to heal him…and then he’ll watch how you take care of him…and then…

He opens his eyes, intently staring on his arrow. His fingertips tracing the nock as he unconsciously raised the arrowhead and grazing his skin deep using it. His eyes dark as he once more pressed it…he flinched.

Seeing how he wounds himself, blood slowly crippling down his arms as he looks at it, he chuckled—“I’m…seriously…crazy. Going this far just to—” then he groans.

“I guess it’s time to see Y/N~” he hums as he stood up.

Xiao

“Do you mind if I like you?” You heard Xiao mumbled something before he answers you— “A mortal and an adeptus can’t be together.”

“Eh~ You don’t have to like me back though,” you said chuckling.

Xiao looks at you as you stared at the horizon. Both of you were at near the Liyue Harbor and just enjoying the view. The scenery wasn’t even at the main harbor, yet the ocean…rather…the horizon, for you sends you at awe. His lips parted as if wanting to say something but decided to just shrug it away. Of course. Who wouldn’t want your affection? The way you care…the way you express your concern…how your eyes shine when you see something up to your likings…If only…

“You know sometimes, I wonder how deep the ocean is?” Xiao flinched at your question.

“It’s deep enough for you to swim. You’d be too tired even before meeting halfway the end of it,” he said. You chuckled.

“Deep enough to kill me?” Why…are you always showing curiosity over trivial matters?

“…Deep enough for you to struggle. You won’t be able to breathe; you won’t be able to seek help to other mortals since the ocean is a bit far from here…” Reminiscing the past as he closes his eyes, he continued to talk— “Do not scurry away long from the land and be comfortable with the waters, it would not be good for your inquisitiveness,” he added as he sighed. The smell of the bloody battlefield, the scent of the saltwater that he had buried long time ago but creeping its way to his present.

“Y/N, let’s get you ba—” He freezes. Upon opening his eyes, half of your body was deep in the ocean. It wasn’t even that deep to begin with.

“Y/N—” He was fast enough to get into the waters and grab you in the arms. But you didn’t look at him.

His breath hitches, almost as if he was being strangled. When you look back at him, he was already trembling as he looks at you in pure desperation. His other hand was holding onto your arms, the other on his neck.

“Hey, what are you planning to do?”

“You know, Xiao…living is tiresome,” you mumbled, enough for him to hear.

“Eventhough I am a mortal, like you said…why was it that life itself is frustrating.”

“Y/N, let’s get—” Please spare me a glance.

“What do you think Xiao?” He freezes, once again, at what you said.

“Y/N, you can’t…”

“W-were you angry?”

“Wha—”

“Don’t go there…the ocean is…” his breath hitched again— “D-don’t go….d-don’t…”

“Xiao? Hey—” you fully turn your body to him and as you try to remove his hand on your arms, he just hold onto it tighter— “You c-can like me…just don’t…nnghhhh…” Xiao looked at the ocean and to you again. .

“You’re hyperventilating?! Hey…let’s get you out of the wa—” Before you could finish your sentence, he pulls you closer to him.

“Don’t leave me,” his eyes full of fear as if you just triggered something in him.

“You should not, Y/N,” he said.         “I understand but first—”

“You must not leave me.”

#genshin x reader #senyuuno #childe x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader

[randofics]

I love your 'bots reacting to you reaching where they can't posts. Would you do one for the 'cons?

Here ya go darlin' hope ya like it!

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Starscream

When you first met the con, he had been very xenophobic towards you. He wouldn't touch you, let alone go anywhere near you unless ordered by Megatron, and even then, he'd put up a fuss about it. So when he got shrapnel lodged in his turbine blades and knockout couldn't get it without invasive measures, it was up to none other than you to pry it out. He absolutely dreaded it, but he also couldn't fly without his turbine, so if you had to do it over knockout performing surgery, then so be it.

He transformed hissing in pain as the turbine blades flexed, making the shrapnel cut into them. Using a box as a step stool, you came level with the engine. You spotted the wedged metal and began to reach for it before hesitating. He could easily shred your arm. You'd seen the plane accident documentaries on a binge last year and knew well enough of the tornado force winds engines could produce. There had only been one man you'd heard of to survive being sucked into a military jets engine, and it had been through sheer luck. His vest strap snagged on the metal inside, stopping his body from being sucked further in, but his hand had been effectively shredded by the blades.

Starscream's voice broke you from your dark thoughts. "I'm not going to harm you, fleshy. As much as I'd like to, Megatron gave me direct orders not to."

That was only slightly reassuring, but you steeled yourself and slowly moved your hand forward between the first set of blades. With your wrist pushed between two of the thin blades, you reached for the mangled metal shard slotted through the second set. With your fingers firmly on it, you wiggled it, only making it move slightly. "Do hurry fleshy before I dislodge it with your arm still inside." His voice was slightly pained as you got a better grip on it.

"Going as fast as I can... aha!" You pulled the surprisingly long strip of metal from his blades and extracted your hand swiftly along with it. He let out a sigh of relief and expiramentally spun his blades. "That feels much better. Now I can go finish my work." Without so much as a thank you, he sauntered out however you did get a thanks from knockout.

Megatron

Megs wasn't a fun mech to be around, especially when you were his prisoner. But whenever the chance arose to get in his good graces, you took the opportunity. One day, when he returned to the nemesis after battle and he walked into his quarters, where he was also keeping an eye on you (Those good for nothing bots couldn't be trusted with a pawn like you). The door shut with a hiss locking behind him, and his shoulders relaxed he even let the slight hobble in his walk show, probably having forgotten you were there.

You watched as he sat in his desk chair and spun around to face you in your little cage. Your curiosity getting the better of you made you speak. "Lord Megatron, may I ask why you're injured?"

He let out an angered and frustrated growl, looking away from you. "Your autobot comrades got a few lucky shots on me, and I seem to have something lodged in my plating, most likely from the battle. He felt under one of the plates on his side, wincing slightly at a tender spot. "Was knockout not able to remove it?"

His optics flashed in anger, and he slammed his fist down on the chair arm. "I do not need his help with such a trivial thing! It will dislodge itself eventually." You held up your hands to placate him and just left it at that.

A day later and he came back in with an even worse hobble wincing as he sat in his chair. "You want me to remove that thing for you?... Lord Megatron." He sighed, pushing up off his seat and grabbing hold of your cage. He entered the pass code, and the door creaked open. You hopped out onto the table and motioned for him to show you which plate it was under. He leaned awkwardly over you so you could reach the panel of metal, and gently, you lifted it so you could get a better look.

A small rock (small to him anyway) was lodged in such a way that whenever he walked it ground into some of his finer components. "Ouch, that's probably like me getting a bone splinter in one of my joints. I'm surprised it wasn't bothering you this much yesterday."

"Quit your rambling and remove it, fleshy."

"Ok ok do you have anything I can use to knock it out? I'm not strong enough to pull it out by hand." You could practically hear him roll his optics, but he reached to a shelf above and grabbed a tiny object, dropping it next to you. It just looked like another piece of metal to you, but it was a proper shape and weight. You got back in position and aimed the object at the rock striking it once, then twice without much success. Megatron hissed as he involuntarily shifted and that stubborn piece of rock ground into the metal around it.

The third strike split it in half, and it fell away dropping to the floor far below. He stepped back, testing his flexibility, and you could tell it was still sore but not near as bad as it had been. He looked down at you, motioning for you to go back into your cage he locked the door behind you and had you toss the metal object outside. "Thank you for your cooperation."

"You're welcome, I guess?"

Knockout

Knockout was relatively friendly for a con and not nearly as xenophobic as some of the others could be. In fact, he was quite the opposite in that sense. He's very curious, maybe a little too curious about human anatomy and organ functions. But you could definitely get a few laughs from and with him. Eventually, your curiosity of their anatomy grew as you ran out of things to entertain you.

He was more than happy to explain things to you in the utmost detail. When you mentioned you'd love to get an in person look at a cybertronians inner workings, he happily volunteered for a light viewing. He transformed and popped his hood, revealing an alien, engine-esqe jumble of mirrored components where a normal engine would be. The metal wasn't sparkling like you expected with him, but it wasn't dirty either.

Your eyes sparkled with wonder as you tried to imagine how each piece would work, and without realizing you leaned over, your soft legging covered thighs smooshing against his red finish. Your hands gripped the inside lip of his engine space, letting you get a closer look at a smaller component that caught your eye. As if you were admiring a precious stone, you lightly grazed the edge of the glowing centerpiece's metal covering. Blue light shown through the purpose built air intakes on either side of the cover.

At your touch there, he shook like he'd been hit with an electric shock and slammed his hood shut as you jumped away. Clearing his vocalizer, he spoke with a very unlike him stutter. He also seemed a bit higher pitched than normal. "OK, that's enough of a ha-hands-on look for now. I-I need to return to my work, or Lord Megatron will be angry with me."

Jittery, he got back to work at his computer, leaving you to your own devices and wondering just what exactly that was all about.

"What in cybertron was that!? Their touch was so light, yet it was like I hit a powerline!" Perhaps it had been a bad idea to let you do that.

#fanfic #transformers fanfiction #transformers x reader #transformers prime #headcanon #knockout tfp #starscream tfp #megatron tfp

[vixsstxff]

A/n: I was bored and did feel like finishing my drafts, so I'm making this 😍

Tw: nsfw, ooc(?), belly bulging, cream pie(?), butt plugs, overstimulation, mentions of safe word

Sub pantalone x Male reader(hc)

--------FEM DNI--------

•This man is a VIRGIN (er... Was, before y'all 😏), and you can't convince me otherwise

•Told you that it was his first time, you were shocked. I mean someone as hot as him, a virgin? Hard to believe

•At first he wanted you to go slow, but he quickly knew he didn't want that, fast or nothing tbh

•When you first went inside him, he started moaning like crazy, then when he finally calmed down he saw your dick making room for itself inside him

•This mans moans are like the best quality wine in all of teyvet, they're everything you think his moans are.

•Don't overstimulate him too much, unless you really want to see him with his eyes crossed and heart eyes -I know you nasty so you def want that-

•He'd do anything for you. Want him to cockwarm you while he does some paperwork? His pants are already on the floor. Want him to choke on your cock? His mouth is yours. Want to spend an excessive amount of money on something completely useless but you want to get it anyway? How much do you need?

•Put a buttplug in him after you cum inside of him then leave. He'll be in a state of panic for the whole day not really knowing what to do, and all important stuff he had to do was forgotten in an instant

•You really horny? Want some relief? Just ask Pantalone and he'll let you go at him, good relief for the both of you.

•Once an other harbinger barged in, I'm not name any names... Childe found you guys going at it like animals. Pantalone's glasses were... somewhere, clothes scattered all over the floor. Pantalone's eyes were hearts at this point, and he didn't even notice his comrade, but you did.

•You and Childe stare into each other's eyes for a minute and then he leaves telling you guys to lock the door and to quiet down because everyone can here you both.

•His safeword is wealthiest, he just gives me the vibes of that being his safe word. It's totally not because he's the richest out of all of them aha, nooo.

FIN

#male reader #genshin #genshin impact #sub genshin #x male reader #sub pantalone #pantalone genshin #fatui harbingers

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | forest // fifty-six

| @rollingsim | @maladi777

POLL RESULTS | A 67% majority votes to apologize.

next / previous / beginning

ASTER: Ahem. Well, I made a good decision bringing the Necromancer along, after all. I’ll, uh, leave things to you from here on out, then? KYRIE: Don’t you dare! ASTER: Ack! KYRIE: You got us into this mess! ASTER: What am I supposed to do about? You’re the ones with the magic! KYRIE: And I’m just supposed to let you drop this in our laps because of it? Either get creative or go down with the ship. I’m not dying here for nothing. ASTER: You seemed perfectly happy to do it for those other guys! KYRIE: Aster! ASTER: What?! What do you want from me? An apology? KYRIE: coughing ASTER: Oh for the love of light… Alright fine! Listen here you overgrown—I mean, uh, very handsome… giant… snake. I know you’re probably quite hungry, what with there being a smorgasbord of veritable nothing for you to gorge upon when there aren’t tasty little fools stumbling into your lair. ASTER: Aha… ha… I see I’ve gotten your attention. Yes, ah, likely because I am one said tasty little fool… But listen, I’ve had some time to reflect on the mistakes of my past, seen the error of my ways, you could say! I’ve even returned your abominable— I mean, lovely cursed skull back to its rightful place. I really do think that should count for something! Like perhaps, disqualifying me— KYRIE: coughs ASTER: Me and my comrades, from your lunch menu? [basilisk growls] ASTER: Mm, yes well, see, I would offer some free entertainment— a live performance— as payment, but seems your boney friend over there has done a number on me. Instead, perhaps I could regale you with a wonderful tale about a farmer. SARAYN: The beast is distracted. KYRIE: whispers Wait! Let him talk. SARAYN: Being devoured isn’t high on my to do list. You forget not all of us here have a death wish. KYRIE: Yes, yes, Lord Tev’us, I’m well aware of your voraciouswill to live. SARAYN: You say that like it’s a bad thing. Certainly you could use some. KYRIE: We only make it out of this one way. Believe me. I’m doing you a favor. ASTER: There once was a man who owned a hundred duck-sized horses. Or was it one horse-sized duck…? [basilisk roars] ASTER: Okay! Okay! Look, I’m really sorry about the stealing business, but I’m desperate here! I’ve got nothing else but music! I would have done anything— even port halfway across the world and beg a gargantuan python to hear me out! If there’s any bloody gods at all, you’ll see I’m trying! What did you even choose me for?! Haven’t I suffered enough hell on this earth already? By all the gold and silver in this damned world, I don’t wanna die like this! At least let me sing about it! That’s the only love I’ve ever known. I just wanted it back! KYRIE: Aster… SARAYN: It’s going? ASTER: That’s that, I suppose. Let’s not waste any time, lest the old beast changes its mind. The portal is just through there. KYRIE: But your curse— ASTER: I said come on.

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 bachelor challenge #chosen of the sun #oc: kyrie loren #cc: aster songleaf #cc: sarayn tev'us #audience says we apologize #so we apologize

[jxn-blogs]

Impurity!Nikolai x Exorcist!reader

Author's notes: sorry if this is kind of bad or something- my grammar isn't that great ngl

!!Warnings!!: Maybe dark content, mentions of gore, rusty ass carnival, honk honk, mentions of describing a figure's body I guess if someone thinks it's weird.

Words: 634 (I should say it's short)

(reader is gender neutral btw!!)

There was heavy footsteps. You were breathing heavily as you ran away from the impurity. It felt so horrifying especially when its your first mission. All you could hear is just your heartbeat and your footsteps. This world is pure gloom. The red skies and the ruined cities. The place where no one lives in.

As you continued running for your life, you spotted a carnival. You knew that there is no one inside that particular carnival but it looks lively than the others so you decided to take protection from there. Most of your comrades got eaten, the impurities ripping every single body part of them slowly. You could still hear the bloody screams from them although they were long gone. You still have some talismans so you decided to save them for later as you decided to investigate the carnival.

Most of the rides were broken and rusty, you could smell a strong smell of rotting corpses. It smells repulsive. You could start vomiting at this point but you held back. You saw a black colored splatter on a high striker. you took a great look at it, you immediately knew that it wasn't just a black splatter. You knew there would be an impurity here. You took a look around again. Seeing a circus tent. You decided to enter it.

The circus tent was dark and empty. Just like other places you have ever visited. You were looking around and saw a figure standing in the middle of the tent. The spotlight turns on, showing what the figure is. Your eyes widen, it was an impurity. You could hear cackling from the figure then it stares at you. The figure was a man, he has braided white hair and has clown makeup. You assumed that he might be the one who controls the high striker based of this figure and attire. He doesnt have any upper attire except for some straps. Showing his toned and muscular body. He wears monotone striped pants and he has a mallet on his arms. A large one at that.

"Aha! A visitor! Its been years since someone visited my circus!! Hehe now lets get on iwth my show, you may sit down my honorable guest!"

The man spoke. He has quite a voice that sounds like hes a ringmaster. A charismatic voice. You decided to sit down just like what he ordered. And you watched as he started peforming tricks.

You were quite enjoying his tricks, forgetting that he is your target. It feels like he isn't harmless at all. As the tricks he peformed started turning more violent each time.

"Are you enjoying the show? Now then, let me invite you to by subject for my next trick!!"

He took out a rope and swung it, throwing it at you as it goes to your waist. He smirked as he pulled the rope thats now at your waist, causing you to be pulled to him. He chuckled as he undo the rope from you and lets you stand on the spotlight.

"Now then, for my next trick."

He took out his mallet, you snapped out and remembered that he is an impurity and not a friendly monster. You tried to get away but you realized he chained you up.

"I appreciate that you enjoyed my tricks, but too bad i was trying to hold my hunger. You look so delicate when i saw you investigating my favorite carnival game machine. My heart felt like i just want to eat your soft... tender... flesh.. now its time for my meal, hope you have a great night."

After those words, all the thing you remembered was nothing. Your vision turns pitch black. He knocked you out. The last thing you hear is hysterical laughter.

(Tumblr isn't working I can't see shi just now)

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs nikolai #nikolai gogol #bsd nikolai #bsd x reader #fanfic #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs au #bsd au

[justpked]

Don't know if it's in your plans at all, but I'm imagining an O!hitman falling for an A!target and not being able to kill them.

Aha, you're close.

Alpha!RO is the leader of a rival gang, and can perhaps become a target... But you can most certainly bet the said Alpha would attempt to seduce Omega!MC to coax and give in to their 'nature' as their submissive and join them instead.

Hitman!MC is quite a menace in terms of scent. Just because they emit a 'weak' scent, people can still pick it up. Faint as it may be, should someone 'search' for that scent, they'll find MC without MC being able to sense them.

So should an Alpha!MC be in a rut, MC won't notice it but everyone around them will, as this is quite probablmatic as MC might be affect by an Omega, but not realize it, or they might influence the other Alphas, Betas and Omegas whilst being oblious they're the problem.

100% there will potentially be the dynamic of the Alpha!RO scenting MC, and MC coming back to their gang, only to be met with hostility since MC smells different, with an Alpha's scent on them. Of course, MC is confused as to why their fellow comrades are like this, before being lectured and scolded by their boss.

So MC being noseblind is pretty chaotic, thankfully, MC has a Beta partner who will help 'clean-up' after MC.

There is 'three' main ROs. All three are Gender-Selectable and will mainly be Male or Female. The Beta!RO would be the only indivdual who can be selected as Non-Binary, should players choose to do so.

The Alpha!RO, as stated earlier, is the leader of a rival gang.

The Omega!RO is a detective who is trying to bring all of the gang members to justice under the law.

The Beta!RO is MC's partner, the 'Cleaner' who takes care of the mess MC makes and helps MC out. Since MC is noseblind, they need someone to help them out with social cues and when certain individuals who might want to inflict harm on MC.

#ask response #ABO IF

[ask-the-watch-holders]

In all honesty, Whisper is the best out of the group.

Whisper: Wait, what?

Shogunyan: Congratulations! You seem to have a fan, Comrade!

Whisper: I.. indeed I do! Aha!

#yokai watch #yo kai watch #shogunyan #asks #whisper #yo kai watch whisper

[sorrinslays]

Gepard's role in the story

(crack theory territory)

So, I'm sure I'm not the only one that noticed, but Gepard is extremely underused in the story, which is such a shame?

Like, I counted the times we see him in the main story and it's disappointing. We (Astrall Express Crew) see him at the start after Sampo ditches us, where he takes us to Cocolia and all, then we see him again at the end of the story when he's trying to stop us because he believes we are trying to harm the Supreme guardian and he fights us and his Sister and that's it. We don't see him again.

Then, when Topaz comes to Jarillo VI he is there for two scenes again. One where he tries to stop Topaz and gets ambushed and one at the end where he stops a woman from getting crushed to death.

Even in 'his' (Serval's) companion quest, he takes the backseat. Sure, the story was about Serval and her getting over Cocolia and Gepard's role was him just trying to show Serval that she is still needed in Belobog, but honestly they could've done more with him.

I think people forget that he doesn't know the truth of what really happened to Cocolia? (as far as I'm aware at least). Can you imagine if he learned the truth? The mental breakdown that he'll experience?

This man has been serving her for the better part of a decade. He was spoon-fed propaganda like that Underworlders are 'wild' (an item description mentions that he had to fight 'wild Underworlders' I'm pretty sure) and blindly following the Supreme Guardian's orders for years. How is he supposed to react when he learns that those 'necessary sacrifices' of his fellow guards was just an excuse to get rid of more Belobogians for the 'dream' the Stellaron promised Cocolia.

Don't forget, he knew those people. They were friends, comrades, people he saw everyday. And all of them were dying on the daily and he was powerless to do anything.

And when he learns the truth, how is he gonna react to Bronya's decision to cover it up? Were the deaths of his friends in vain? Do their families not deserve to know the truth as to why their loved ones died? How much blood does the late Supreme Guardian have on her hands? How much of it has transferred to Bronya? How much blood does Gepard have on his hands because he never questioned his orders?

Point is, he is so important to Belobog, he's the Goddamn Captain of the only military service they have there, obviously he is needed! So why underuse him so much?

Well, this is where we move more into theory territory. I think it ties in with a future Belobog quest that Black Swan's companion quest hinted at (at the end during Sampo's and Sparkle's conversation).

Since Gepard has been on the backburner, we have yet to see Sampo and Gepard interacting and the fact Sampo still doesn't have a companion quest even though he is an important lore character I think all of that will happen in the future.

I think it would work best as a quest without the Astral Express Crew, like the new POV mechanic or the cut aways used in the Loufu for Dan Heng. We could play as Gepard or Sampo as they are forced to work together for whatever reason.

We could play as Gepard as something big happens in the restricted zone (AKA the catastrophe Sparkle teased Sampo about). Maybe he gets informed about it (maybe we get a new 4* character that's a guard that informs Gepard) and when he makes it there, Sampo is already here, as if expecting it.

Maybe Bronya calls Gepard to her office after an anonymous tip was sent to her warning the Silvermane Guards of a catastrophe coming to Belobog. Maybe he is tasked with finding who sent the note as well as prepering for said catastrophe, which is how he runs into Sampo, having the two working together.

Maybe we play as Sampo, leaving clues for the Silvermane guards until we reveal ourselves, getting that 5* version. Maybe we are the one pushing the puzzle pieces so they fit on their own or maybe all through the quest we keep cutting back to a game of chess between Aha and Sampo, showing the unpredictable nature of the catastrophe as it was orchestrated by Aha just for shits and giggles.

Either way, this works great as a pathway to seeing:

a) the dynamic between Sampo (arguably the most mysterious character to come from Belobog) and Gepard (resident bbg)

b) 5* Sampo

c) (and this is mostly me playing around with concepts) Gepard becoming an emanator, becoming the first on screen character to be turned into an emanator

d) a great end to Sampo's character arc by becoming a part of Belobog (maybe he even becomes part of the Silvermanes as a detective)

e) more Geppie screen time and exploration of his character

(a few extra ramblings from my demented as a treat)

I think it's criminal that Gepard doesn't have his own companion quest and he's practically shoved in his sister's, and considering that Sampo doesn't have his own......................

I think it would be fair to have these two in a companion quest of their own.

I'm thinking of a quest where Sampo becomes a Silvermane guard (a detective to be more precise) and Gepard learns the truth about Cocolia.

I can imagine that during some investigation that Gepard is having a hard time with due to the Underworlders not trusting the Silvermane guards, he is forced to seek Sampo's help. So through Natasha, he gets ahold of Sampo and the two work together where Gepard, through investing a shady group learns what actually happened to Cocolia as well as all the lies he's been getting spooned-fed for years.

One mental breakdown and emotional conversation between the two later, they catch the criminals and Gepard takes it upon himself to make Sampo part of the Silvermane guards because of how helpful he's actually been recently (main story + new quest with the catastrophe + the companion quest + helping the Underworld in general).

The companion quest ends with Sampo becoming a detective (Heizou from Genshin Impact style) where he wants to prevent crimes from happening before they even committed. His reason being 'criminal to detective is pretty stereotypical and Aha might blow up the planet' so he challenges himself to stop crime before it's committed to keep Aha entertained enough that they don't blow up the planet but uninterested enough that they don't actively observe.

I think it would be a great end to both character arcs.

Gepard gets more screentime and learns to question orders (it'd be nice to see his friendship with Bronya damaged, cause technically he is her uncle (Cocolia adopted Bronya while she was still in a relationship with Serval, making him an uncle)). Maybe he also reaches the conclusion of still being a Silvermane Guard for the sake of protecting the people but not actively following the Supreme Guardian because he lost faith in her.

Sampo gains a home and (gasp) love (platonic, romantic, doesn't matter). He'll feel like he belongs somewhere, a permanent home. Not matter if he leaves the planet for a day or a year, he'll still be welcome. His reputation improves and his skill is used for the betterment of Belobog. His mask is allowed to slip, even just a little.

#the last part is mostly ideas for my own fanfic #can you tell? #don't expect anything soon though #I'm still struggling with exams and other projects #plus one of the protagonists is Seele and I hate writing her #anyway Gepard and Sampo my bbgs #Gepard needs more screentime #although the post derailed quickly to Sampo #sampo my beloved #I want these two to interact so bad #I just know it's gonna be the funniest shit ever #Sampo would be the biggest menace ever #and Gepard would just suffer #Gepard would be this close to strangling Sampo #real talk tho #I think there's a conversation to be had between these two #like they are so different yet so similar? #at least in their goal of protecting Belobog #after all #Gepard protects Belobog because it's his home #and Sampo does the same because it makes him happy #they both find elation in preserving Belobog #just in different ways #some more questionable from others #sampo koski #gepard landau #sampo hsr #hsr gepard #character analysis #honkai star rail

[vamp-kasa-official]

... I haven't seen you here before!

- @vampire-mafuyu-official

// masking voice. 👍

Aha! And I haven't seen the likes of you either, new comrade! Allow me to formally introduce myself! AHEM!

Tsukasa Tenma, the name that strikes fear in the hearts of mortal souls! Tsukasa Tenma, the most terrifying vampire to ever cross the Earth! THAT IS MY NAME! REMEMBER IT!

Now that you know who I am, it's only fair you tell me your name as well!

#ic: tsukasa #(//vamp kasa's first instinct is to be dramatic as hell. common in every living kasa ever)

[sntechsupport]

So oddly, just as I was getting used to my god tier powers, I seemed to lose control and my cool outfit swapped. Now I control space in a somewhat different way and considering my outfit I think my class changed (Witch to Heir if it matters), and it's been like changing back and forth since. Additionally one of my comrades has the same problem but with aspect still back and forth (Time to Light if it matters).

Any ideas for the reason?

I could have sworn we have fixed that...

In a nutshell, your Classpect is meant to challenge you and your look on yourself. It's supposed to be "the ugly truth" of who you are. It's generated based on your own psychology to be something that is natural to you but it will piss you off as well.

Sometimes it happens that two or three Classes or Aspectes or even full Classpect combinations get to be your closest match and generate with almsot the same value. In your case, your closest match initially was Witch, but you were this close to be a Heir - if we hadn't the Witch Class, you'd be a Heir for sure.

So once you are comfortable with your powers, the game is like "Aha! this Classpect doesn't piss the Player off as it is supposed to do, let's give them the other Classpect".

Thing is, that a few patches ago we introduced retro-locking to the generation phase. Once you generate your Land, your Classpect, Denizens, Underworld Legacy, Crystal Egos etc. they get retroactively locked and can't change. So either you are playing on an older patch (currrent patch is 5.0.3, retro-locking introduced 4.5.0) or somehow the retro-locking feature broke in your Session... which I find rather concerning.

Sincerely

SN Tech Support (Gear)

#sn tech support #sburb #sgrub #is this normal.qst #switching classpects

[quanblovk]

Who did it?

Out of nowhere, Dragato angrily approaches the dining table and slams his fist down while holding an empty milk carton.

Sir Dragato: I don't care how great or noble you are.....ANYONE WHO LEAVES THE MILK CARTON IN THE FRIDGE JUST BECAUSE IT HAS ONE DROP LEFT IS UNBECOMING OF A WARRIOR!!!

Sir Falspar: oh! There's milk left? Can I finish it? I love milk!

Sir Dragato: yes Falspar, you can.

Sir Falspar: yay! ^o^

Sir Nonsurat: It wasn't me, I was out all morning making sweet love to Arthur's wife!

Sir Arthur: I know I let you have affairs my wife but do you have no shame blurting that out loud?

Sir Nonsurat: What is there to be ashamed about? I take pride in our forbidden romance! It's the most beautiful form of love!

Galacta Knight: Really?! I didn't know love could be so deep...

Sir Dragato: Don't listen to him, Galacta Knight. Nonsurat! You're being a bad influence on our new recruit.

Sir Nonsurat: hmph....

Sir Dragato: Now WHO DID IT?! I demand that they immediately go to the store and buy new milk!

Sir Arthur: Now now, Dragato, this isn't something to fuss about. You could always go and buy new milk yourself. No need to fight.

Sir Dragato: Arthur...you don't understand. We are star warriors, the greatest army in all the galaxy. The very fate of the universe are within our hands and yet....a person who leaves things unfinished...you think they should be allowed to be in this army?!

Sir Arthur: *GASP* You're absolutely right...How could I be so blind? We will investigate this matter immediately! Clear the table!

Sir Nonsurat: Eh-?! Wait, right now?

Sir Dragato: What's wrong? NERVOUS BECAUSE YOU'RE THE CULPRIT?!?!

Sir Nonsurat: Nonsense! I'm lactose intolerant!

Sir Dragato: Oh....Hey wait! What in the four stars have you got against dairy products?!

Sir Falspar: I don't think that's what it means-

Suddenly, the door bursts open as two people walk in. It was their comrades, Garlude and Jecra. They seem to be in a good mood!

Jecra: Good afternoon, gents! Haha!

Garlude: Good afternoon!

Sir Falspar: Oh hey guys! We're trying to find out who didn't go to buy new milk just because the carton had one drop left.

Jecra: WHAT?! I didn't know we were interupting something so serious....

Garlude: Truly something unforgivable....to think there was such a person amongst us.

Sir Nonsurat: No way....you guys are actually serious about this...

Sir Dragato: OR MAYBE IT WAS YOU!!! HUH, MILKBOY?! What do you have to say for yourself?!

Milkboy (Falspar): It wasn't me! Also milkboy sounds really weird, please don't use that word ever again.

Sir Dragato: Way ahead of you, realized it the moment I said it....

Sir Arthur: come join us, Jecra! Garlude! Your testimonies would be of great use. Help us find the culprit!

Sir Nonsurat: A-are you serious? But I promised dear Guinevere that I'd take her to that fancy new Floralian restaurant-

Sir Dragato: SAVE YOUR DAMN DATE FOR LATER, MOON BOY. WE'VE GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS.

Moon Boy (Sir Nonsurat): *gasp* MOON BOY?! AND YOU DARE BELITTLE OUR LOVE?! Draw your weapon, WE DUEL!!!

Sir Dragato: AHA! SO IT WAS YOU! YOU'RE BEING SO DEFENSIVE ABOUT IT!!!

Sir Nonsurat: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT I'M LACTOCE INTOLERANT?!?

Sir Arthur: Enough! Both of you! Stop acting like ruffians! This is no time to fight amongst ourselves, we should focus on the main problem at hand. Now, then. Everyone sit down.

They all complied and took their seats at the dining table. However, it was rather small and their wasn't enough seats. So Falspar just climbed on top of Dragato. Everyone seems unfazed by this, including sir Dragato himself.

Jecra: As expected of Sir Arthur...such a great leader!

Garlude: He's a man who takes charge and controls the situation....just like his father...

Sir Dragato: Of course! He's our leader afterall. With him, we'll be able to weed out traitors in no time!

Yamikage: Hey.

Sir Dragato: Oh hey, so as I was sayi-....

Dragato turns around to see a ninja hanging upside down from the ceiling, looking at him with a rather bored expression. Though his eyes quickly light up when they meet with Sir Arthur's. They both wave a little at each other before returning to their usual expressions.

Sir Dragato: .......I-

Yamikage: Hey, Dragato, Hey everyone.

Sir Falspar, waving from the top of Dragato's head: Hey Yamikage~!

Sir Nonsurat: Greetings to you too.

Galacta Knight: Hello!! T-that'll be the last time I talk, I gotta get back to my train of thought.

Jecra: Hey. Ninja.

Garlude: Hello, Yamikage. What were you doing up there?

Yamikage: Classified. I heard something about a traitor so I came down.

Sir Arthur: Oh no, there isn't a traitor-

Sir Dragato: THERE IS TO ME!!

Sir Arthur: Ah, we're just looking for the person who didn't go buy new milk after drinking it all. You'd be of great help! Come join us.

Yamikage: Hmph, I see. That's a rather silly thing to do for a man like you but I'll play along.

Sir Arthur: Now then, if we're all settled. I'd like to start with Sir Falspar first. You wake up the earliest out of all of us, not to mention you have a fondness for milk. Tell me, what did you do this morning at the kitchen?

Sir Falspar: Well alright......It goes like this.

Sir Dragato: ......Aren't you going to-

Sir Falspar: No no, leave something for the next part!

Sir Dragato: what? What do you mean by that-?!

[TO BE CONTINUED

when i feel like it -3-]

#kirby nintendo #my fiction #kirby fanfiction #my art #digital drawing #doodle #kirby right back at ya #hoshii no kaabii #galaxy soilder army #gsa #sir Falspar #sir Dragato #Sir Arthur #Sir Nonsurat #sir galahad #sir percival #sir lancelot #Jecra #Knuckle joe's father #Garlude #Yamikage #Who did it? #queued post

[shummashum]

Zeus Brundle Ch6 [1~5]

Previously on Ch5! Liz, who was trapped in the book by someone unknown's magic, played a doki-doki♡ love story with Zeus… hah………. I hope they stop further torturing me?!

Since this is the 6th day, the flow of time is practically not much different from the 13-day system. Maybe I was thinking completely wrong

No matter how you think about him, he is biased to the extreme We need a more normal and exemplary Prefect

Klaus is the former Prefect after all, we need someone on the field now

Right then, found 'someone on the field' !! Can I ask if I can ask for help?

Aah I had no idea that having a normal conversation with a sane person would be such an impressive thing

And he even reached out a helping hand first woaaah he's dazzling I can only see the light 大 fon se feels like someone is detonating a flashbang right in front of my eyes

you're the best dammit the screen is too bright it's too bright to see even if the brightness is set to 0%

So, Liz decided to shadow Al to see what it means to be a Prefect.

I have a question! Isn't this what a professor or teaching assistant should do? ah the Prefect is a postgraduate student

aha!!! the Prefect isn't a student representative, but a postgraduate student they were the professor's (honored) slaves finally all the puzzle pieces fit together

who is it who disrupts this sacred space of education but well, everyone already knows the answer

oi potion freak, you say can't you see the light shining brilliantly right next to you

And why doesn't he get fired? I'm really starting to wonder at this point

nah If she sticks by your side, I bet she'll just master how to calm a mad dog, not a Prefect stuff

and you know, I thought Zeus and Hiro would be barking and snarling every day, but rather, Liz and Zeus are b&s ing at each other, while Hiro is just throwing a few tsukkomi comments in between

And here comes Cae

Al told Cae that he would give him the herbs he had ordered earlier. They started walking somewhere, and Liz hurried after them.

go away why are you acting like this go away!! do you have nothing to do?

That's how all of the Season 6 comrades joined. What's this, kind of burger set?

When Liz showed interest in the herb that Cae wanted, Al began to kindly explain it.

what what are you looking at you should have set an example if you want the right attention your everyday routine is "haha I'll summon the dragon" or "haha I'll sleep in class" and you expect her admiration or something?

oh... you know, there's a nerdy plant freak named Mel... maybe the two of you are a good fit

Anyway, unlike you-know-who, Al was willing to provide quality and informative explanations to Liz.

uaaargh he's doing bullshit again be fucking quiet

Hello, I have a favor to ask. Can't I just hit him once? It's not that I'm angry at him or anything, but he's sending a signal to my fist

oh yeah you good clapclap

man why are you so angry what did she do wrong is it so wrong for her to ask advice from someone other than you

eh erm why why are you looking at me like that no it's not like that stop looking at me like that when I get a look of disdain from you, I feel like I'm the worst piece of trash in the world

#shumma plays wh

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

4. "I have re-entered reality to conquer it. To bend it to my will. I am the law."

+1 Lawbringer

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "That's the spirit! I used to shape reality into my image. A long time ago. Those days are over now." He looks at his shit-stained Lickra(TM) jacket with a grim expression.

"Sadly, things aren't going that well in Idiot Doom Spiral Land. Haven't found those keys yet; haven't won that great piece of ass back. No word from my business-buddies..." He takes a sip from his beer.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - This guy's your buddy-buddy. You feel it immediately: you belong to an organization. A fraternity. Of *drunks*.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - *Idiot Doom Spiral*, huh? This is bound to be a good, high-concept conversation. At last!

"What do you guys do around here?"

"What is a... Tequila Sunset? You keep saying it."

"Be seein' you." [Leave.]

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "We are saving the world!" He looks at his comrades.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Please... please don't call... don't call..." begs the man in the pipe.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Okay, we're drinking. We're drinking alcohol -- that's what we're doing. I *tried* to save the world once, a long time ago, with enterprise, creativity and willpower, but that didn't work out."

"So now it's a pirate's life for me."

2. "What is a… Tequila Sunset? You keep saying it."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "It's you. You're Tequila Sunset."

"How do you know this?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "We've met before, don't you remember?"

"No."

"Maybe?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Aha!" He takes a sip from his beer. "Do you want to know how Tequila Sunset came to be?"

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Tequila... Tequila Sunset... Something ominous there.

"For some reason the name Tequila fills me with foreboding. Maybe I *shouldn't* learn what it means."

"Go ahead."

"No, this sounds scary." (Back up.)

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "You think you feel bad *now*, wait till you've heard the story."

INLAND EMPIRE - No-no. You need the *wisdom*.

"Go ahead."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Mhm. Let me take a sip to moisten up my cords..." He takes a big sip, then begins: "Tequila Sunset rolled into Martinaise last Friday. And by *Tequila Sunset* I mean *you* -- the man, the myth."

"Wait, did we meet on Friday?"

"Was I alone?"

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Hey, let's not jump ahead of ourselves, this is *your* story. Stop interrupting." He takes another sip -- then continues.

"You got here on Friday to solve a case, hoping to be the early bird who gets the worm. And by 'the worm' I mean 'the buzz', because as far as I know, all you did was get piss-drunk..."

"Word on the street is you went around the local hostel telling people that you're a police officer and that it would be *really* fucked up if you shot yourself in the head right in front of them. That's pretty high concept, if you ask me."

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - It is.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant's brow is furrowed. He's listening as casually as he can.

"What happened then?"

"Wait. This doesn't sound like me at all."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Well, the *word on the street* may be a rumour, but what happened next is the truth. I was there to witness it, along with these bums here."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Lies, lies, lies! He only speaks liessss.

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "It was a late Saturday night, when we, the Union of Moribund Alcoholics, were getting our drink on. Nothing remarkable about this, we get our drink on 24/7. Makes everything warm and glowy, I trust you know the feeling."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Oh yes, you do, *bratushka*. The only thing better than that is pushing the pedal to the metal after you kiss the tie. And off we go...

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "One moment we hear the sound of a motor carriage revving up somewhere on the plaza, followed by a series of dings and bangs."

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - Do you remember the sound of wood cracking? The billboard...

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Naturally, loud noises pique the interest of anybody owning a pair of ears. That's just the reality we're in."

"Naturally."

"Uhm.. I want to get off this story-train right now."

AUTHORITY [Legendary: Failure] - You can't get off now.

VOLITION [Medium: Success] - You have to stay.

INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] - The throttle is jammed and the brakeman's nowhere to be seen! There's no getting off this ride!

KIM KITSURAGI - "I think that we should let him continue with the story."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "That's right! I let you finish all of your stories that night."

"Anyway, there was a brief silence -- a *gasp* of silence, if you will -- followed by a real commotion. We heard the carriage careening towards the coast at top speed."

"Sounded like someone jumped the canal. We grabbed our brewskies and rushed to the jetty -- never underestimate the speed of an alcoholic…"

"What we saw was a sight to behold. A beat up police carriage, containing you. Right there on the beach. You revved the engine and screamed at the top of your lungs…"

"'THE TIME HATH COME.'"

So, naturally, being the curious cat I am, I asked what time hath come, to which you replied…"

"THE TIME HATH COME FOR TEQUILA SUNSET. THE END OF ALL THINGS."

"Oh god. What happened next?"

Say nothing. It's more dignified that way.

"Every word I said was true. Tequila Sunset will break the looms of reality."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "Your reality contracted -- you jammed the pedal, ploughed right off the jetty and through the ice."

"We ran towards the ice, whilst you crawled your way out, miraculously unhurt -- covered in seaweed and shit. Like some kind of sea monster."

"When we finally got there you were sitting on the beach, crying. You said that your badge and uniform were in the car. It was too late to get in there though, the carriage had sunk too deep."

"Recognizing a brother in need, we offered our condolences and invited you to party with us, which you naturally agreed to…"

"We asked about the whole Tequila Sunset thing, and you told us it was your name now and insisted that we all call you that from then on."

"Wait, so is Tequila Sunset an event or a name?"

"Tequila Sunset, huh? Sounds pretty good."

"That's not my name. I'm Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau. That's what you should call me."

"My real name is Harry."

IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - "I'm not sure. I think *you* were the event. Tequila Sunset. You know, as opposed to a Tequila Sunrise, which is *long gone*."

#disco elysium #idiot doom spiral #kim kitsuragi #don't call abigail #tequila sunset #horrific necktie