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chocodile · 3 months

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Hypothetically speaking, what would one of Hyden’s preceding siblings turned out to be like had they survived into adulthood? Doubly so if Hyden still came to be, courtesy of preemptive pessimism for child-viability, and they shared a household. I’d kill to know what sort of absurd dynamic he’d have with an Older Sister or what her appearance might be like in comparison (contrast ??) to his.

That's an interesting hypothetical!

*BELOW IS ALL NON-CANON SPECULATION*

I think many factors could influence this… the biggest ones would be "how good at magic is this hypothetical sibling" as well as "how physically and mentally fucked up is this hypothetical sibling." Going with the "older sister" route, I can see a couple different outcomes:

Older Sister who is much more sickly and/or unable to use magic at all: Hyden wouldn't be that different. He'd still grow up seeing himself as his family's only real heir. He would probably feel some resentment and anger to his sister for "wasting" his parents' time and energy despite being obviously unfit to inherit the family mantle. Otherwise, though, he'd basically act as if she didn't exist. Their mother Aurelia would immediately switch to caring about her magically-inclined son rather than her mundane daughter. The rejected Older Sister might find solace getting along with Arcturus III, their introverted and ineffectual father… which would only deepen Hyden's dislike for her.

Older Sister who is magically-inclined and not on death's door: This would get interesting. As a male heir, he would supersede her in terms of title inheritance--something she would be quite displeased by if she'd grown up planning her life around being heir apparent. So I could see a serious rivalry forming. I think that especially with Hyden's growth disorder making him get really tall at a really young age she'd see him as a noxious invasive cuckoo chick poised to rapidly overtake her life and replace her.

As Hyden has previously stated (?), "madness" runs in his family, though. There are… solutions… to an undesirable usurper poised to steal your title that are available to the morally flexible noble. And, well, he was always sickly, right? If poor, dear baby brother were to pass away in his sleep after something was slipped into his wine glass at dinner… who's to say it wasn't a death of natural causes? Maybe it would even be the kinder option. I mean, the family healer always said that he was unlikely to survive to adulthood…

Baby Hyden's longevity here would probably come down to whether or not he figured out what his sister was plotting and turned the tables on her before it was too late.

A related possible path: He goes against inheritance norms and bows out of the wizard family title battle entirely, giving up on his magic schooling and allowing Older Sister to claim the role of Viscountess. He gets an arranged political marriage to a woman from another noble family and goes into another line of work. Maybe being a political advisor or researcher of magical artifacts something.

As you can imagine, this would be not be voluntary. More of a "Mom and Older Sister have leverage against me that I cannot overcome and were planning to kill me to get me out of the way, so we reached an agreement." Hyden would not be happy feeling like he'd been discarded and cheated out of his birthright. He would probably spiral downward over the years, chronically unable to find fulfillment or satisfaction, which he would blame on the fact that he'd been denied the life he was obviously supposed to have.

There would, of course, be many whispers about why the male heir would give up his title, though. It would be a really bad look. They'd figure there must be something terribly wrong with him.

Long story short: They wouldn't have a good relationship. The Hyden family dynamic is doomed to be a mess no matter what because everyone involved is extremely spoiled, extremely inbred, and extremely desperate to grab whatever power they can. They'd scheme and murder each other until there was one left standing no matter what.

#ask #baby hyden #furry #anthro #doodles #It would be an interesting hypothetical but ultimately he is meant to be an only child... it is a load-bearing plot point :P #*I'm unsure if the 'madness runs in my family' line is in a complete comic or one of my drafts... I know I wrote him saying it at some poin

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danwhobrowses · 13 days

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Okay so we are doing a very rare third post about the events of Critical Role campaign 3 episode 91 so avoid if you still haven't watched it because there will be spoilers again

Right. So I'm not gonna talk more about the Reincarnate vs Stay Dead debate with FCG, I still prefer Reincarnate for reasons I put in my last post but now I'm gonna talk about the other route, if FCG stays dead, what becomes of his remains?

It is almost ironic that a PC death happened a few episodes after Matt created the Ruidian custom of making weapons from a loved one's remains, something Ashton and Fearne were quite intrigued by, so I wonder if the Hells would do the same - in a way carrying a little bit of FCG with them to continue the fight. Outside of his loot it's hard to tell what the Hells can use, if it were me I'd have each of the Hells have a bracelet from his hair at the least, but the rest would probably need to be left in the hands of tinkerers to create things that may enhance the Hells' combat; maybe a conductive whip for Imogen to use for her more lightning-based magic for instance, I can also see Ashton fixing FCG's head onto their outfit or hammer and Chetney and Laudna maybe making little FCG dolls for each of them too.

Loot-wise I had to look at the wiki to remind myself of all the stuff FCG had on them, as well as see what Otohan had but outside of the backpack and swords it wasn't quite descriptive at this point, and even then there's no guarantee it'll all be undamaged from the blast, but there were some notable things that could end up in the Hells' hands to use. I feel like we're all in agreement that if FCG doesn't come back that Ashton keeps the Coin of the Changebringer, perhaps even have it affixed to their hammer so to feel like FCG is still fighting with them. The full extent of its magical properties were not shown outside of the Yes/No question and 1 bout of Lucky per day, but on Ashton's hammer the daily reroll might end up being helpful, though they are not a fan of the gods a little FCG-aided divine buffing could go a long way. Other than that, Ashton probably should claim the two Potions of Possibility FCG had, my earlier post mentioned my belief that Otohan's backpack should go to them because Dunamancy (I didn't however mention how echoes can work as temporary meat shields for Ashton to better negate enemy attacks that'd otherwise be aimed at the party) and the logic is the same here, Matt would probably have to try and balance Ashton's Dunamancy and Titan buffs so to not take all four potions (or more, think Fearne and Orym have one too right? *checks* oh and Laudna so that's 7 potions!) at once but those seem to be key loot Ashton should keep a hold of.

Outside of combat FCG would be helpful in using Identify when the Hells came across new objects. While Chetney has Grim Psychometry to do something similar, the Goggles of Object Reading that FCG used could be taken by Imogen - which in turn may provide Laura and the fandom a means to canonize glasses on the character - along with the Staff of Dark Odyssey that she has used before.

Fearne is another who could hold the Staff, but I find it unlikely. She would probably take the rod used to plane-shift to the Fey Realm, in a way being a key to home if she needs it. I can see her taking the Ivory Branch as well, albeit temporarily until a new healer presents themselves, due to the +1 Spell attack and +1d4 Healing. She might keep the Ruidian mood ring but I feel like that wouldn't survive the blast, same with the recipes FCG collected, though it'd be nice if someone were able to carry on his memory that way; Fearne, Ashton or Orym would be likely candidates for that.

Laudna would perhaps be able to use most of the scrap remains of FCG for her constructs, perhaps a little buffing for Pate is in order plus she doesn't use Sashimi often. Chetney only really works in wood so he probably won't take the remains, stuff such as his saws and propeller could be used to empower Laudna's own creations, maybe even the fake legs too.

One weapon I think will not end in Laudna's hands however is the Grapple cannon, which could suit either Orym or Chetney. Orym is the better candidate to use it though, given the 20 Dexterity compared to Chetney's 14, additionally there is the +1 Mithril Half-Plate Armor, which could be an improvement for either.

If Orym were to get both I could see it being a trade for Chetney not getting anything, in turn granting Chetney both of Otohan's swords to use - since Orym may want nothing to do with her equipment given her role in killing their family. Otherwise I can see Chetney maybe grabbing the saws ahead of Laudna, maybe the goggles but he does already have the monocle, and any utensils he can repurpose for crafting. There is also the possibility of him getting the Aeoran Scrambling Devices that we know little about, maybe adding a little 'this wouldn't happen if it were wooden' catharsis for Chet if he used them on machines.

The only other thing that is left from FCG are the bolt thrower and the All-Minds-Burn drugs. The latter could go to anyone but Ashton, Fearne and Imogen are more likely (she still needs to plant that seed), the bolt thrower could go to Laudna, she never used Bor'dor's slingshot with the Draconic Rune that Prism added to it, or to Chetney to fire a chisel. His coat he designed like FRIDA's would probably be kept for her to be given too. Outside of that the only other specific loot we currently know from Otohan is the Fake Treshi Ring for Scrying (not its official name), which won't be of use to the Hells since the next time they get close to a major enemy they will be fighting, but perhaps it could be placed in the hands of Liliana Temult, either to keep track of her or to plant on Ludinus so the Hells can track his movements instead.

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inf1nyxw0rlds · 9 days

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pspspspsps 4 the infinite asks: 3, 18 n 26 :eyes:

oooo ALRIGHT here goes !!

3. what's your favourite part of his design? why?

honestly a fucking difficult question but i'm reaping what i've sown. it's very close between mask and hair – the mask is so iconic in it's shape, i love the asymmetry and the attention to detail in that the right side is blacked out, likely because he doesn't need to see. it's crisp, it's edgy, it's a moment and a vibe and i love it. sure, if you wanna draw it at funky angles it could be a nuisance, but because it's shapes are so distinct u CAN break it down. and use references baby!

his hair i love because i'm just a sucker for guys – or, in his case, guy who is not a Man but is a boy in a dog way – with long hair. let them have it. please. it suits him so well and you can style it in a lot of different ways even besides the iconic locs !!

18. how do you feel about shadow killing squad jackal? do you headcanon otherwise?

okay this topic is one that i've seen a LOT of differing views on, and i definitely understand the divide on it because shadow's character in general is one that can never really be agreed upon among fans. my own take isn't one i've shared here yet so here it is – i think it depends on circumstance.

i can see it going either way depending on how things actually went down. rather than just asking why would shadow kill squad jackal, i like to ask why wouldn't he? both questions make you think about it from a different angle, i think. i can see him not caring either way; they're willing allies of eggman, but they're not a big deal. they're insignificant, whether that means their lives are unimportant, or not worth the energy to take. i don't think he would do it with outright malicious intent, though he is still an asshole.

i veer more toward he wouldn't, because he doesn't really give a shit and it isn't worth the energy. knocking them unconscious suffices just fine and they don't seem to be as dangerous as villains he's faced in the past. at the same time, i understand how his indifference could go the other way. he's also impulsive, and trained to take out anything in his way – it could be instinctual. my opinion of shadow is that he's neither killing enthusiastic or opposed. he deals with things case by case. he's not a monster, but not against doing what has to be done.

these are incidents from different sources, so take it with a grain of salt, but he extended an offer to metal sonic in archie to turn over a new leaf, though in cases like eggman and tinker, eggman shows much less, if any, promise of potential change, and that's where the line gets drawn.

shadow doesn't know anything about squad jackal and why they're allied with him, but on the basis of just working with eggman, would that be enough? i don't think so personally but, that's just me. again, i see it being more instinctual, a means of completing his mission, if he did. tunnel vision sort of deal, you know?

what happens in my fic, however, is complicated. that's all i'll say on the matter :)

26. what does his self-care look like?

it doesn't. okay jokes aside, i think he's always had a rough time looking after himself, between mental illness and being on the road for years fighting for his survival. he cares about his appearance a lot, but at the same time, it's hard for him to manage it and this really applies after losing his team.

he likes baths over showers, though, and if he had the option he would probably like one with candles, just allowing himself to lay there for a bit. he cares a lot about his hair and it has high priority. comfy clothes on a bad day, music appropriate to his energy levels, cookies and a blanket. he tends to take space and just withdraw to reenergise if he can. i also headcanon him letting his emotions out through art, writing, and being very elaborate and often brutal BUT that's post-war

#transmission #infinite tag #TY FOR TYE ASKS

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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"He never goes hiking alone again," Stede says. "That's thing one that we'll need to address."

"He didn't 'go hiking'," Izzy scoffs. "He ran out of gas and went walking to get more, and probably wound up going the wrong way."

"That's a kind of hiking, because this is a mountain!"

"That's...it can't work like that!"

Their Lyft driver seems all too glad to drop them off at the base of the trail. Ed's car is parked incredibly shittily (presumably because of the running out of gas, otherwise he'd better have some other excuse), but Ed himself is nowhere to be seen.

"Where does it show his phone?" Stede reaches for Izzy's phone.

"It shows as close as it can to the nearest tower, aka this mountain, the same as it did on the way here," Izzy leans back, phone in his outstretched hand. "And you don't need my phone to know that!"

"Just let me look!"

Why is the tire iron on the ground?"

Stede turns back to Ed's car. "Huh. Odd, right? The tires look fine."

"We should get going and find him. The text that he was out of gas and finding a place to stop was hours ago-"

Stede walks away from him and picks up the iron. "There's blood on this."

"How long has it been since you've done this?"

Of course Bonnet doesn't know. They share Ed, sure, and fuck each other, but it doesn't go beyond that, and this is why. He doesn't fucking listen.

"Last weekend," Izzy sighs. "Jim and I tried a new trail. Remember? They sent an email out with pictures to everyone?"

"Because I love a good nature walk, but this seems like it might be more intense," Stede continues. "We'll weather it together though."

"As if there's any other choice."

"What was that?"

"I said," Izzy panics. "Don't raise your voice. Um. Cougars."

"Are there any here?"

"Why would I know?"

"Why wouldn't you?!"

Izzy fights the urge to throw himself or Stede off the mountain. Besides, at such a low height, the fall would barely maim them, let alone kill them.

"Jim and I stick to trails with posted signage, so we know from that what to look out for."

"No research beforehand? That's a dangerous game, Izzy."

Again, he thinks of the brush smashing into his face, if he would simply fall over and start rolling sideways now.

"We don't have to talk," Izzy sighs.

"No, I suppose we don't. Just... it's a nice distraction."

It is. Ed is probably fine, but finding a tire iron with blood on it isn't the most encouraging sign either.

That, and he hasn't texted again. Not even after they both texted him, called, at Stede's insistence tried a video call too.

His phone might just be dead.

"I read a good book for this situation," Stede continues. "Have you ever read Hatchet?"

"...probably?"

"Then you know the secrets to basic survival as well!"

"Oh," Izzy says. "No, I don't think... it's a kid's book, right? Not a bad one, I mean, but-"

"Here in the States they have Boy Scouts, maybe Ed's run into some of them! That would be good luck."

"They don't prowl the woods in packs!"

"But they do camping trips! I loved reading about that as a kid. Yeah, we had our version, but back then the American version was the It Thing-"

Izzy splutters. "They're people's children! They don't just wander the woods ceaselessly!"

A branch snaps.

"We should probably get a move on," Stede mutters. "It'll be dark soon."

"Everyone is going to ask why we didn't call the police first," Izzy says. "And I do start to wonder why we didn't."

"Would they go out this soon for an adult? I didn't think the Americans did that."

"The sooner we leave this country, the better," Izzy grumbles. "I know, ultimately the work project has been a good one. But you own everything to do with it now, so you can move us back home, or somewhere that isn't here at least."

"I admit that would be nice," Stede sighs. "Should we stop, eat and rest for a moment?"

"It's getting darker by the minute, can we really afford to lose that time?"

They press onwards.

"If there was no sign warning of animals," Bonnet whispers. "Then there probably aren't any here. That logic tracks."

"Does it?"

"Kiss me as a distraction?"

"We don't have time for-"

A huff of breath.

"Don't run," Izzy murmurs. "Just keep walking."

"I'd really rather die making out, if I must die out here-"

"I know, but shhh!"

"Izzy-"

Something crashes behind them, and he grabs Stede's hand.

"Run ahead, and find. Well, if it's a bear actually going higher won't work and-"

Something heavy thunks him in the back.

"What the fuck?"

"Oh!" Ed's voice emerges from the shadow. "It is you guys. Oh my god! This-it'll be funny once I tell you-I thought you two were some, I don't even know, out here to murder me!"

Ed cackles, and holds up his hunting knife. "I nearly smacked this into the back of your neck, thinking I was protecting myself! Holy shit, wow, fuck, actually that. That could have been bad. Oh god-"

"Let's put that back in the sheath," Stede says softly, taking the knife from Ed. "Glad you carry it though, considering how dangerous this area seems. And right by the highway!"

"Where else would...nature doesn't-" Izzy rolls his eyes. "Never mind. But he's right. Good that you have it, though thank you for not outright stabbing me."

"What about the tire iron?" Stede asks. "We found it and I touched it and oh my fingerprints are on it, Ed-"

"There was a snake," Ed interrupts. "So I beat it to death with the tire iron."

"I didn't see any remains of a snake."

Izzy shakes his head. "Nothing. Maybe an animal-"

"Oh no," Ed says. "You know how I am with snakes. He was beaten, to death, and into pieces, and then oblivion."

Izzy blinks. "When did you last eat?"

"Lunchtime."

"We need to get out and get you food."

"You know," Stede says as they drive down the dark highway, towards the nearest open diner. "I didn't hate that. I hated the reason we were out there, of course, because I was worried about Ed. But the actual walk..."

"You don't want to do that again."

"Did you really hate it?"

"...no. The quiet bits, both of us not snapping at each other, those were relaxing. I'd just rather not be out there because we're rescuing Ed."

There's a snore in the backseat. Not surprising, because Ed fell asleep even before AAA got to them with more gas. He's probably out even harder now.

Stede smiles. "Well then. I'm free this next weekend."

"Oh-"

"You're free this next weekend-"

"I am-"

Stede shrugs. "If you'd rather not..."

"I didn't say no. Just...not this trail."

"Oh god, no, we'll go to a different one. A better one. With a field to lay in."

"You have a fetish for being covered in ticks?" Izzy asks. "Because out here-"

"Ah, that's right. We'll just have to fuck in the car before and after I guess."

"I guess we will."

#text post #long post #stizzy #steddyhands #they're all idiots your honour and i love them so so so so so so much

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masterqwertster · 10 months

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More AU thoughts...

Ashton of the Ashari and the legacy of Hishari

Look, unlike Greymoore, the Ashari are going to care about all the odd ideas in little Ashton's head from spending the first ten(ish) years of their life in a cult village. The Ashari also aren't going to smother those ideas under the struggle of survival, like in Magical Mad Max-ville, but try to methodically de-radicalize him since there has to be some measure of druidic culture overlap that they're going to have to recontextualize.

To start with, all the important/relevant adults in Zephrah (and later Terrah) are aware that Ashton is an orphan from Hishari. So they are looking for cult habits that need to be curbed

Ashton, having done their month and half or so in shitty Bassuras and learned to read people looking to get them in trouble, does pick up on the extra criticism aimed their way. But is also using another lesson learned in Bassuras: fuck off, I do it my way

The adults' biggest concern is that Ashton is very much into eidolons, elementals, and primordial titans. He does not think any of these entities are threatening. Eidolons always seem to play nice around the kid, but they are the least of that group

Scarier still, Ashton has been taught that eidolons are leftover pieces of primordials and that bringing back the primordials is The Thing to Do, so they have the bright idea to "gather up lots of eidolons to reform the titans!"

Which Ashton's father (one of the fucking Lyth-priests) said wouldn't work, but the Ashari folks are pretty sure could have caught on as an idea in Hishari given Ashton has a fucking gift for collecting large enough groups of eidolons for them to manifest from wisps into minor elemental creatures (likes the wind cougar). If he could get enough together... well, an actual elemental doesn't seem out of the question

This knack also causes debate about whether the Ashari should encourage such a gift by teaching Ashton the druidic arts, or if they should try to bury the talent as a precaution against Ashton reviving Hishari ideals/culture or otherwise going rogue. Obviously, they end up not teaching Ashton druid stuff (besides maybe the Earth Ashari background fluff of "make a pebble with magic"), he's still a barbarian

By the way, eidolons have to be prevalent around druid cultures since bonding with one is a method through which Archdruids gain their longevity. So canon vs this AU, a place like Bassuras probably isn't going to have lots of eidolons, but the Demithore Valley, which Hishari was on the edge of, and likely the Ashari villages are going to have lots of eidolons. So Ashton's previous habits/knowledge in regards to eidolons would be retained in this AU as relevant rather than largely forgotten being irrelevant as probably happened in canon due to the environment Ashton was moved into. Bassuras: Druidic cult knowledge=useless, best forget it. Zephrah/Terrah: Druidic cult knowledge=must be handled with caution and reevaluated into proper moderation

Anyways, attempts to get little Ashton to quit conglomerating eidolons into bigger critters doesn't go well as the danger the adults keep preaching about just isn't happening. They're friendly! See?

Though they do manage to convince Ashton that full elementals and the primordial titans are dangerous via incursions from the Rifts and the history of the Tal'Dorei holiday of Winter's Crest (Errevon the Rimelord is said to have been in the titan territory of power) and the history of the Founding/Schism and the just plain damage caused by the Whispered One walking a titan's corpse around. So proof of damage there, but he still considers eidolons good (...and if combined eidolons made a titan, it would be a good titan. obviously)

Ashton's eidolon Bigger Friend making only comes to a halt after the move to Terrah (around 11 years old), when someone older who knows Ashton has been constantly told not to gather eidolons into manifesting decides to take a swing at Ashton after seeing they've done it again. At which point manifested friend attacks Ashton's attacker to protect him. It does some real damage/almost kills them

Being a kind-hearted kid at heart, Ashton finally listens about being careful with eidolons because they don't want to get more people hurt by accident like that. Just enjoying the company of the wisps instead of trying to get them to manifest

Ashton also spends a fair bit of time as a teenager once their ability for Pass Without a Trace kicks in trying to sneak into places they shouldn't be to find out what the fuck was up with Hishari that made it blow up (Besides the obvious desire to bring back the titans). They get caught a lot in the beginning, but manage to develop their sneaking/thieving skills over time

Still don't get a lot of answers out of the sneaking, so when Ashton leaves for Bassuras, he keeps an ear open (though he doesn't expect to hear much on the wrong continent)

When Ashton steals the Hishari helmet from the museum, Orym is concerned. He's aware that Hishari was Ashton's past and origin, and that they're still sort of pursuing it makes him worry because it was a fucking cult

Given the Cult of the Dark Heart pops up in Terrah and Ashton was a cult baby, that may be the time the foster parents make a fuss about Ashton having gone into crime after leaving Terrah (and not before because they were embarrassed/scandalized about raising a criminal). What if he went back to his cult roots and was helping them? Ashton's not there to defend themself. But Keyleth is. And she knows Ashton and Orym are pursuing a fight with the Ruby Vanguard that the Dark Heart cultists mentioned. She has faith in the kid she saved, the kid who considers himself a brother to one of the people slain by the RV and his widowed husband, the kid who sheepishly asked her if doing crime meant he was kicked out of the Ashari and was obviously relieved when she said no (and she was thinking adventurer crimes, not professional criminal, but semantics). That kid would not try to destroy a place they called home

Team Issylra ends up seeing eidolons before they get to Hearthdell, because while it's been at least 6 years since Asthon's gotten to play with eidolons, he still knows what they feel like and how to call them

Though Ashton is surprised by how much more readily they come to him. And eidolons would come to him pretty readily before. (It's the dunamancy juice. The Luxon is supposed to be the primordials' creator, so the leftover titan pieces like a piece of their creator)

When the team gets to Hearthdell and talk with Abbadina, Orym worries again because this sounds so much like the stuff Ashton used to say when they first came to Zephrah: Titans were here first, we should bring them back, etc.

Orym doesn't get to really talk to Ashton about his concerns of re-radicalization until after they're on their way to see Hevestro, considering the quick ensnarement into fighting a temple and upsetting after talk

Ashton reassures Orym that he knows bringing back even one titan is a bad idea. He's not buying Abbadina's shit (he doesn't tell Orym that sometimes in those dreams where he's himself-but-not, he never left Hishari and they succeeded in bringing forth a titan. It's fucking terrible. There's no appeasing a monster that only wants you dead and gone)

Still "happy" to get the location of Hishari and a general history of it from Hevestro. They still kind of want to know about where they came from, and the Ashari sure as fuck aren't going to tell them for fear of cult relapse (which they probably would tell him if he asked nicely and with the right context, but sometimes you build up ideas in your head and don't challenge them. Also the whole thing of how Hishari has become a vague warning against cults kind of perpetuates the idea of not getting details by just asking around)

#MQ AU machine #ashton of the ashari au #critical role #ashton greymoore

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mochilorddrakeinferno · 4 months

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Greetings, I hope that you are well: I'm very interested in your Dimentio/Merloo theory. It is a great theory, and I think it works quite well as I believe it ties in quite a few loose ends and serves a wonderful further contrast between Dimentio and Bleck's characters, though there are a few points I would like to enquire about towards the theory:

Does the theory pose that Merloo IS the son of the Master Magician if Dimentio is Merloo, if that's the case, wasn't the son not heard from again after the accident? The usage of "some say" presents the survival of the son is ambigiuous so...Wouldn't the people know that Merloo is the magician's son if he is presented as important enough to get a stain-glass window?

Is the prognositicus directly stated to be difficult to decipher? I understand that the Light prognosticus would be difficult to transcribe as it was activley written. But who actually wrote the dark prognosticus? And when was it actually made? "But no person after obtaining this amazing book ever found happiness". The fact that obtain is used here possibly suggests to me that anyone who had the book in their possession never found happiness and to me that implies that there isn't an "old language" barrier needed to be crossed for the Dark Prognosticus to be read. The Light prognosticus was written by the ancients to counter the prexistimng Dark Prognosticus, so to me it makes sense that the Light Prognosticus would need to be deciphered to understand, but not the Dark. I may be missing something though.

This would imply to me that Dimentio still could have stolen the Prognosticus when the count wasn't looking, even if he wasn't Merloo, and still would have been able to read it.

(I wouldn't be surprised though if the writer (Co writer Merloo) who wrote the light prognosticus by using the Dark Prognosticus this measure likely DID go insane having to read the Dark Prognosticus and transcribe it in his language thoughm, the hypnotic - And that does make me ask why Merlumina didn't go insane if she ALSO contributed to the writing of the dark prognosticus but this is a bit off topic-)

If none of the ancients in the bridge between Flipside/Flopside are alive anymore, only their descendants, is there direct evidence of the lifespans that could dictate that could Merloo still be alive? You make the point of "the public had have had no way to know of the Pixl Queen until the uprising of 1,000 years later". Please can you explain the evidence of this towards the ancients being able to live at least 1,000 years? I probably missed something when going over Carson's dialogue- You also mentioned that the apprentice had lived for at least 1,000 years. Is there direct proof of this within the game?

Is there much direct symbolism between Merloo and Dimentio? As you touched on in the Lore wiki, the visual ties and pallete are very weak, and symbolism across the type characters in that respect doesn't seem to viable. Even though the painting has Dimentio's colours, the painting also has other colours in the background that aren't affiliated with him. Had Merloo any symbol of a diamond, or any design connection of the sort, I think the connection maybe be a little bit stronger?-

"Oh, and some say the son of the magician miraculously recovered from the accident. If so, the bloodline of the magician could endure... Did they find happiness? Or otherwise..." Was this line different in the Japanese verssion to refer specifically to the son finding happiness? Doesn't this alter the meaning of the line quite a bit?

I think that the theory is a unique and interesting approach to Dimentio's characater and makes him seem far more interesting, and honestly I'd love to see it being official lore for the character, though, when comparing how the rest of the game presents its lore, the theory seems a bit...farfetched, even with the abundance of evidence provided.

When looking at how lore is generally presented in the game, the lore seems a bit...Scattered..outside of Count Bleck and Timpani's as well as some of the direct lore you can find in locations like King Crocaus's castle detailing the stories of his family tree and the glass window section of Flipside's main Co-founders/contributors. The rest of the lore practically comes exclusivley from Carson and is relativey... Easy to put together, so to speak.

I have no doubt that the writers wanted to tie in Dimentio with the Magician son part of the theory, as the term "magician" has been used to describe his character and I certainly agree that Merloo is connected to his character a least in some way as he also uses dimensional magic and has the key word "magician" to determine him and as there are no descendants of Merloo present, but that lack of really any noteworthy visual connection and the way the other lore is generally presented is one of the few reasons why I think him actually being Merloo might not have been the intention despite how good the theory is?

Apologies for the ask and I hope that you have a nice day!

Glad you asked, and happy to answer! This will be a very long one. So long in fact that it broke the character limit again, so it's Google Doc link time again. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eLguKB4Guepv55BkRF0i3U98_2ObJ3SVWAHETEDjptQ/edit Enjoy!

#super paper mario #mario lore #dimentio #merloo #dark prognosticus #dimentio is merloo theory #merlumina #drake rants

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musings-of-a-midnight-melody · 1 year

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Zombie apocalypse SBI

Cw for zombie apocalypse stuff, and this is a word/thought spew so no proper grammar/paragraph breaks.

Disarmer: this is based on characters, not the actual cc’s themselves. I do not support Wilbur.

Tommy who's been surviving on his own for so long, only barely getting by on scraps and escaping the jaws of the undead. he's tired, stressed, and paranoid. His only weapon is a metal bat he just barely managed to grab when the chaos happened, separated from his family and friends. He doesn't even know who's alive, or if there is anyone alive. He hasn't seen another living person since the initial outbreak. He’s slowly losing hope, and one night as he's setting up camp, there's a noise. Gripping his bat firmly in both hands, he creeps up behind a figure lurking about in some nearby bush, and whacks them in the back of the head with his eyes closed. He expects to see a corpse of a zombie when he opens his eyes, but instead sees.. a person. A living, breathing, person. And Tommy's just possibly killed him. Cursing, he looks around before putting down his bat, and dragging the person back to his camp. he jogs back to where he left his bat, and brings it back. He props the person against the wall of the building he's in, and gets a better look at them. It’s a man that seems to be in his mid 20's, with brown curly hair and.. glasses. How the fuck does someone have glass- oh, there's no lens. Must be aesthetic reasons, then. Well, as aesthetic you can get in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Tommy, begrudgingly, falls asleep and hopes this stranger won't wake up and kill him. He wakes the next morning, to his mild surprise, with the stranger warming himself with the fire Tommy had made. As they lock eyes, they both start to talk "you little shit-" "I SWEAR I DIDN'T MEAN TO KNOCK YOU OUT". After a while of Tommy apologising and the man tearing into him, he introduces himself as Wilbur. Tommy's eyes light up as Wilbur tells his story, which is quite similar to Tommy's, but deflates a little as Wilbur confirms what Tommy feared; no signs of other survivors. then Wilbur smiles slightly "but hey, I found you, man! We have a chance of surviving this together. If you'll stick with me?" Tommy probably agreed to it a little too fast, but he's been without human contact for so long. While he hates to admit it, he's lonely. He always thought the zombie apocalypse would be full of cool, zombie killing action, but it's not. It’s sleepless nights and having to go without food. It’s having a panic attack after barely escaping from a horde and feeling so exhausted that you'd do anything for a warm, soft bed. Wilbur likely offered to pair with this kid too quickly, but he could see they both needed someone else to survive with, otherwise they wouldn't last much longer. Plus, Tommy's a kid, probably scared and unprepared. Not that Wilbur was prepared, but no 17 year old would survive on their own for long. But, Tommy has. And although he knocked Wilbur out, Wilbur could see how worried this kid was that Wilbur would hate him, after doing something that Wilbur probably would've done as well. They’re interrupted by the distant sound of approaching zombies, and the pair head out. While it's difficult adjusting to life with another person again, so much pressure is lifted from both of their shoulders. No need to worry about a particularly quiet zombie sneaking up on you when your guard's down, knowing that someone has your back when you rest. And, the pair start to regain something they both thought they'd lost long ago. Hope.

It’s one night where it's Tommy's turn to watch while Wilbur rests, snoring slightly. He can hear growling, quiet and distant, but it sounds like a horde. Shaking Wilbur awake, Tommy grabs the semi-working binoculars (you can only see out of one lens) to get a better look. There is a horde, but it's not coming in their direction. Wilbur mumbles groggily about what Tommy woke him up for, Tommy merely hands him the binoculars and points in the direction of the horde. Wilbur looks, and turns his gaze to Tommy, slightly annoyed. They’re not even heading towards the pair, why the hell did Tommy wake him? "No, look" Tommy insists. Wilbur, looks again, slightly rolling his eyes, and takes note that the horde is heading towards a source of light. Something you don't see often unless you forgot to put out a fire you made. There must be more people. And there's a horde headed right towards them. Wilbur, while wanting to meet with other survivors, doesn't want to risk his and Tommy's safety by going into a group of undead. They don't even know if those other survivors are friendly or still alive, but before Wilbur can get a word out, Tommy's started taking off with his backpack on and bat in hand. "Come on, Wil. We’ve got to help them, they're in trouble!" Wilbur manages to grab Tommy's arm before he leaves properly, pulling him back. "Tom, we don't know if there's actual survivors or not. There could've been some faulty wiring that's started a fire. Plus, if there are survivors, we don't know if they're hostile. I don't want you getting hurt." Tommy has that look on his face, though - a look that Wilbur's come to recognise over these past few months with Tommy. It’s a look that says "I'm doing what I want, and you can't stop me." Sighing, Wilbur grabs his machete and backpack, and tries hard not to smile when he sees how Tommy's face brightens when he sees Wil grabbing his stuff.

They quietly make their way over, and Wilbur notices something strange. "Tommy, weren't there more zombies when we looked? Where have they gone?" looking around, Tommy frowns. "Where the fuck did those ugly bastards go?" Before Wilbur can reply, the pair hear the sound of a gun clicking behind them. "WE'RE ALIVE DON'T SHOOT US" Tommy screams, and a hand is harshly slapped over his mouth. "Are you nuts?! Loud noises are gonna attract more of those things, what are you thinkin?!" Wilbur has his hands up in attempt to not look threatening, and Tommy decides he doesn't like being silenced. He licks the hand currently covering his mouth. The person removes their hand in disgust, while a light wheezing is heard from their companion. They’re trying not to laugh while the first person voices their disgust. "Who’s the loud one now, bitch?" "Tommy!" "Heh?" Unable to hold it in, the companion bursts out laughing at Tommy’s comment. “Phil. Phil please. Now is not the time to be laughing at my misery.” “Mate you should’ve seen your face!” Wilbur and Tommy can’t help their laughter too, now. The unnamed guy just looks distraught as he’s laughed at by Phil, Tommy and Wilbur. Clattering nearby alerts the small group, and they can hear the sound of the groaning undead. “We need to get the hell out of here” Tommy remarks as he grabs onto the sleeve of Wilbur’s coat. Wilbur looks back at him “you don’t say! We have a camp not far from here, come with us.” The guy supposedly named Phil, starts to follow as unnamed just looks bewildered. “We’re just trusting complete strangers are we now, Phil?” He questions his partner, following behind begrudgingly. “It’s better than another horde of those fuckin things!” Once the group reach the camp, Phil formally introduces himself to Tommy and Wilbur. “Sorry for pointing a gun at you earlier, we didn’t know if you guys were zombies or not” Wilbur smiles as he slings an arm around Tommy’s shoulder, pulling him closer “don’t worry, it’s basically what Tommy did when he first came across me. Except he knocked me out with his bat” Tommy groans as he shoves Wilbur away “Wil! I thought we weren’t going to bring that up again. Ugh, anyway, who’s the bitch?” Tommy asked as he pointed towards Phil’s partner, who currently stood leaning against the wall, prompting a small “heh?” from him. Phil chuckled “oh that’s Techno, don’t mind him. He’s goofy once you get to know him” Techno just grumbled as he crossed his arms, with Wilbur taking note of a mostly-healed bite wound on one. Tensing up, he grabbed his machete as he put his free arm in front on Tommy. “Is he infected?” Phil frowns as he looks at Wilbur before turning around towards Techno, realising what Wilbur was referring to. “Oh! Uh, probably not” Wilbur squinted, trying to push Tommy behind him. “Probably not?” while Phil seemed friendly and Techno cautious, Wilbur didn’t like the idea of someone being infected travelling with him and Tommy, he couldn’t take the risk of him turning and attacking them. “Well, it’s been quite a while since he got bit, and nothing’s really changed. We think he’s immune.” “I’m sorry but I can’t trust the chance of him turning, Tom-“ “oh come on Wil, quit being such a tight ass. Look at how far along that bite has healed, and he’s normal. Give them a chance.” Wilbur lets out a deep sigh. “Fine. But if he shows any signs of being a flesh muncher, we’re bailing.” Phil just laughs whilst Tommy breaks into a big smile, immediately bombarding the two with questions.

It’s a rough first weeks of the group travelling together, with both parties once again having to adjust to new company. Tommy’s a gremlin, Wilbur doesn’t trust Techno, Techno is tired of Wil’s mistrust, and Phil is losing his head trying to keep them all alive. Phil sends Wilbur and Techno out on a supply run together while he and Tommy explore an empty building that they plan to make into a base, in hopes that Wilbur and Techno will stop looking like they’re going to strangle the other. They’re raiding an abandoned supermarket, and Wilbur keeps glancing at Techno every so often, squinting at his arm. Techno sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Y’know, if I was going to turn into a zombie I would’ve turned ages ago? I’m not going to just start eating your brains out of the blue” Wilbur huffs, shoving some cans into his backpack before turning towards Techno. “And how are you so sure of that? For all we know, you could just be resistant and it takes a while for you to turn!” Exasperated, Techno snaps back “I have been travelling with Phil for months! I’ve had this bite for nearly a year! I am NOT infected!” “Well excuse me for being concerned about the safety of Tommy and I! I trust Tommy with my life, and I’m not about to risk his!” Wilbur’s raised his voice now, the repressed tension between him and Techno causing them to forget one of the most important rules; be quiet as to not alert the undead. “If you’re so concerned about your safety, why don’t you just go and leave then! Phil and I were doing just fine on our own!” “Fine!” “Fine!” Groan. ”Shit”. The pair’s arguing had caused some unwanted attention, and quite a lot of it too. Techno pulls the shotgun from his back and aims for the first few zombies that have entered from the front. “Get the rest of the food and head to the emergency exit! I’ll hold them off, now go!” Wilbur wastes no time shakily knocking the remaining cans into the backpack, dashing for the exit. Techno fires a few more shots, and as Wilbur reaches the exit, he hears Techno curse before running towards Wilbur. Wilbur shoves the door, only for it to be blocked on the other side. Shit shit shit! Frantically trying to get the door open, Wilbur fails to notice a zombie creeping up on him. “Wilbur, look out!” Just as Wilbur turns, he sees the open jaws of a zombie, ready to take a chunk out of Wilbur. Wilbur covers his face with his arms. I’m sorry Tommy. Instead of a painful bite like he was expecting, Wilbur hears the pained gasp of Techno. The zombie bit Techno’s shoulder, who proceeds to punch the zombie off of him, knocking it to the ground before stomping its’ head in. Techno turns to Wilbur “we shove together on three. Ready?” Wilbur nods. “One, two, three!” The door gives way, and the duo run back to camp, Techno clutching his shoulder. When the two get back, they’re greeted by a grinning Phil, whose grin quickly fades as he sees Techno. “Techno got bit!” Phil rushes to get medical equipment, as Tommy comes out, a distraught look on his face at hearing Wilbur’s comment. Phil takes Techno into a room to work on the wound, while Wilbur and Tommy wait anxiously. Tommy looks like he’s about to cry, which prompts Wilbur to pull him into a hug. “Techno’s going to be fine Tom, you know how stubborn he is.” Wilbur can feel how Tommy’s shaking, and he can’t deny that he feels himself shaking a little, too. Phil comes out a little while later, saying that Techno is fine, but he’ll be out of commission for a bit and will need to rest. Tommy rushes to see him, pulling him into a teary hug. “Techno! You’re okay!” Techno laughs a little, patting Tommy’s head. “Of course I am, you think I’m gonna let one wimpy, twig of a zombie take me down?” When Tommy doesn’t respond, and merely hugs Techno harder, Techno returns the hug. “I’m fine, Theseus. I promise.” Wilbur walks in soon after, watching the two hugs. “Uh, sorry to interrupt, but uh- can- can I have a word with you, Techno?” Techno nods as Tommy pulls away and makes his way outside. Wilbur stands there for a bit, shuffling awkwardly.

“Wilb-“ “Thank you, Techno. For saving my ass back there. I’ve barely trusted you yet you took that hit for me. And I’m sorry that I’ve been such an ass to you since we met.” Techno looks taken aback, before he sighs softly. “I haven’t been the best person to you, either, so you’re not entirely to blame. Also, you’re welcome. If I let you die then there would be no one to keep Tommy in check.” Wilbur laughed at that, before Techno started talking again. “But seriously, I couldn’t let you die. The kid needs you.” Wilbur softened a little at that. “And we need you, too. So maybe think about that before you throw yourself in front of a zombie for me?” Techno smirked. “Alright, fine. Guess I’ll let you be zombie chow next time.” The two shared a laugh before Wilbur walked up to Techno. “I hope you can forgive me and that we can be friends.” Wilbur reached out a hand to Techno, who took it and gave it a shake. “Maybe acquaintances at best.” He joked. Phil and Tommy then walked in, and the group started to relax. It was going to be a bitch to survive, but this group knew as long as they had each other, they would be okay.

#dream smp fanfiction #dream smp #dsmp #sleepy bois inc #sbi au #SBI zombie apocalypse au #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza #dsmp fanfic

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bearsinpotatosacks · 2 years

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Almost Perfect

Goose survives the accident, barely. He lies in a coma covered un tubes to help him survive and Carole is almost used to it. Except one night, someone else sits by Goose's bedside with some interesting news to tell.

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Carole took a deep breath as she walked out of the bathroom. Looking at the clock, she realised visiting hours were almost over, not that that mattered with how many nights her and Mav spent curled up at Goose's bedside.

Bradley came out of the bathrooms shaking his wet hands. He rubbed his eyes and made grabby hands at her.

"Mommy, I'm tired." He stated with a yawn.

"Okay, baby, let's go home," She scooped him up and held him on her hip. He blinked slower and snuggled under her cardigan. "We'll just say goodbye to daddy first."

He was dealing with this as well as any four year old could. Part of him still didn't know what was wrong with Goose, the other was hyper aware of all the tubes and wires coming out of his dad's body.

She was just glad she had Mav. Sleeping was already hard and would've been impossible without him to talk to on all those lonely nights. There were far too many things to think about.

How much of the medical costs will the Navy cover? If there's long term effects, not really an if anymore but she could hope, will they support them? How much of a pension will he get? Will he be able to work? Will she be able to support them all on a library assistant's wage? Will she have to quit to look after him?

What if they can't make enough money to cover medical bills? What if they take the house? What if they take Bradley? What if Goose can't relate to her after the accident and leaves her? What if they can't take the stress and split up? Would he get Bradley? Probably, she doubted her abilities as a mother sometimes despite all Goose told her otherwise.

How will she cope alone? Her mother wouldn't take her in, surely not? She'll side with Goose, everyone will and she'll deserve it.

She can't do this. She can't do this. She can't do this.

Waking up from her thoughts, she realised she was at Goose's room already. That familiar weight was on her chest. Like a stone she couldn't shift.

Looking into the room, her eyes fell onto Goose's unconscious form. A tube came out of his mouth, two up his nose to help him breathe. A catheter came out from under the tightly tucked sheets. An IV was wedged in his arm, the bag was almost empty, the nurse would be there soon to replace it.

She wondered if it would be the nice one, who let her curl up at his side, or the harsh one who treated Goose like a porcelain doll in a museum. She practically knew them all by name now.

His neck was in a brace. A large bandage covered his head. His blond hair was shaved harshly and stood up in clumps. She wasn't allowed to brush it, the sticky pads measuring his brain waves couldn't be touched.

That had shocked her at first, them testing his brain, but she'd soon understood how much of a miracle Goose surviving was. Although no one was sure if he'd ever wake up, and she spent a fair amount of time wondering about that possibility too.

It was only once she'd assessed Goose's unchanged situation that she realised someone else was in the room. Slider.

She hadn't talked to him much alone, only with the other men from Top Gun. He seemed nice enough, a little cocky but genuine. Although she wondered if that was a facade like Mav or if he really was a bit of a dick.

She went to go in and talk but stopped when he sniffed. Perhaps she should leave him for a moment.

"Look, Goose, I don't know if you can hear me, but I need to get something off my chest-" he lent on his bent legs, "so maybe it's a good thing that you can't hear this, or can't reply."

He sighed, deeply. There was a shudder in his breath. His figure was silhouetted by the dark, nighttime lights of the room but she could see how his large frame looked small.

"And if you can hear me, and hate me for what I'm going to say, then okay. We'll probably never see each other again anyway."

He rubbed his face, "Let's just get this out of the way, I've got feelings for you, Goose."

"I think I'm falling in love with you," he sniffled. "And you're lying there in a coma and I may never know if you feel the same way."

She stopped herself from going in and comforting him. Because she knew that Goose reciprocated, she'd heard him blabbering about 'Slider this' and 'Slider that' in the weeks leading up to her and Bradley joining him out here.

Although, she didn't know if Goose knew that. And surprisingly she wasn't averted to the idea. Navy life was hard and if he could find some relief, with someone she liked, then why not? It would clearly be more than mindless sex, and her husband definitely still loved her.

But Slider didn't know any of that.

"And you've got a wife too," Slider continued. "So that kind of settles how this is all going to end, doesn't it?"

"You don't love me, you love your wife, like you should, and I'll just be heartbroken because I got too caught up in how whimsical you are,"

He looked up from his hands. For a moment he just stared at Nick, listened to the steady beep of his heart monitor and the regulated inhale and exhale the machines maintained.

"Remember high school?" He said. "Does Mav know we knew each other in high school? Does your wife?"

He shook his head, "High School Track Team, we took it so seriously, you ran the fastest 5000 metres in the school and I just couldn't beat it."

A beat went by. Slider was building up to something again but it took a little less time, perhaps the flood gates were well and truly open.

"I'm sure you remember our after practice 'rewards', god we really were desperate, weren’t we?" He said. "Horny teenagers, exploring ourselves with the only other person we knew we could."

"I expect that your wife doesn't know about those make out sessions behind the locker rooms."

No, she didn't know that. She knew they went to school together. Goose's mother had his class photos, Slider, or Ron as he was known then, was always listed underneath alongside the other names. Apparently they even went to the same church, although Ron wasn't in the church choir like Nick was.

"I thought for so long that's all we'd be, I think that's all I wanted, or thought I could have, for a while," he said.

"We had ideas of flying together, you'd be my RIO, but when we got to the Academy, we drifted apart. I met Iceman and little did I know, you met Mav and your wife. And that was that, we didn't meet up at all and I was left reeling for years because I realised how much I liked having you in my life."

He gestured at Goose. Carole realised how peaceful he looked, like sleeping beauty. She knew he wouldn't wake from a kiss.

"Because you make everyone feel like a friend," Slider continued. "Everyone's welcome when you're around, and back then, I was so insecure and having that presence in my life, even if it was just for make out sessions behind the locker rooms, did me good."

He ran a hand through his hair, "And I forgot about you, thought I'd got over you, but then you showed up in the O Club and, god, you looked good enough to eat."

"I mean, in your whites? Moustache filled out? More muscle on you? I had to make a joke or I would've gotten myself dishonourably discharged on the roughing you right up," he chuckled.

Carole agreed with him there. Whenever she saw Goose in uniform, she had to physically restrain herself from leaping at him. She sure showed him how much she thought a uniform accentuated his body when he was on leave, too.

"But it wasn't just that. You'd just gotten so much better than high school," he said. "You're confident in yourself, know yourself and you've got a life you're comfortable with now."

Sitting back in his chair, he sighed, "And I fell head over heels in love with you and just couldn't stop myself."

For a moment, he didn't say anything more. She didn't think much more needed saying. She knew she wasn't meant to hear any of this but couldn’t help but find herself endeared to him.

There was something about him she liked that she couldn't quite put her finger on. His confidence didn't seem to be making up for something like Mav’s was yet it wasn't all he was. From his speech, though, he hadn’t always had that balance. Him being easy on the eye helped also.

"But look what's happened," Slider continued, gesturing at Goose's unconscious form. "You almost broke your neck, or did apparently but survived? I don't know, I heard it all from Ice and even he's not sure."

"I can't help but feel like it's my fault. Because if I hadn’t been so smitten with you then maybe I would've thought about the jet wash and you wouldn't be here."

He broke down into tears. His head dropped into his hands and the silent room was made darker with his sadness.

"I'm just so sorry,"

With that, she stormed in. Bradley stirred on her shoulder but was still well asleep. It had been a full few days and they all needed their rest.

Slider jolted up with a start. He dried his tears with the back of his hand, "How much of that did you hear?"

She chuckled and sat next to him, "All of it."

His eyes widened. He gulped, not meeting her face at all. He settled his gaze on Goose's feet.

"I bet you hate me, then?"

"Hate you? What for?"

"For falling in love with your husband? Most people wouldn't be okay with that."

She rolled her eyes and pushed Bradley back onto her shoulder as he rolled off. He was slobbering, open mouthed and adorable. She pulled her cardigan further over him as a makeshift blanket.

"Well, I'm not most people." She said simply. "And I don't blame you for falling for Goose, I'm surprised I don't have to fight off suitors whenever I see him in uniform."

"You're right, there,"

They laughed together. Slider sniffed but still couldn't look at her.

"I think he feels the same way, you know,"

He perked up, "Really?"

"Yeah, whenever he's not saying how much he misses me and Brad, or how much of an idiot Mav is being or how stressful Top Gun is, he talks about you."

Slider shuffled in his seat, "What does he talk about?"

"'Slider's gotten so muscular since high school, he seems much more himself, he makes such a good RIO, I should ask him for tips, I should ask him what uses for his hair, it looks so nice,'" she said. "So all the usual things for a crush."

"How do you feel about him having feelings for me? You are his wife, after all, being okay with me liking him is different than the feelings being reciprocated."

She pondered for a moment and thought of them. Thought of Goose holding Slider's face like he held her's when they kissed, thought of him dragging him up to dance or chuckling on lazy mornings and it made her face warm. Warm because in each of them, she could picture herself there too.

That was unexpected. Maybe there was something more to the things she'd picked out about Slider than just noticing her husband's appreciation of him. Because seeing him close up was giving her butterflies, being here with him and Goose felt complete.

"I'm okay with it," she settled on. "Of course it'll take some getting used to if you both give it a go but I just want him to be happy."

She looked at him and her face dropped. All the wear and tear of the day caught up with her and her eyes felt heavy.

"I just want him to be happy."

Tears dripped down her face, her body shook yet she tried to suppress it so to not disturb Bradley, still sound asleep on her shoulder. Everything, all the worry, all the sleepless nights, couldn’t be held back.

Slider pushed her head onto his shoulder. His hand fell naturally on the back of her neck as the tears slid silently down her face.

"I'm so sorry," Slider whispered.

She shook her head, "It's not your fault."

"Yes it is. It was mine and Slider's jet wash."

"It was a mechanical fault, you can't see jet wash, apparently, so it's not you nor Ice nor Mav's fault, okay?"

He just gulped and nodded. His eyes were sparkly with tears. Settling his head on hers, she took comfort in the communal solemnity she'd found with him.

They sat, not talking for a while. She knew she had to get home, back to her sleepless nights. But for now she was happy staring at Goose with him while the monitors beeped and Bradley slept on her shoulders. It was almost perfect.

I originally planned for this to be part of a wider polyam au, a follow on from A Heart to Hold, but I wasn't feeling that, so this will be it's own separate thing from that. I think I'll still make that a whole AU, with gooslider later on but for now there's this.

These three have really taken a hold on me, thank @blurrwar for introducing me to the idea of them in this post, I may write more for them because there isn't much apart from @pollyna and @littleroosteruwu who are doing God's work. Also my friend @tophatcat459 is a major help for brainstorming various ideas and ships.

I hope you enjoyed this 😆

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tiaamorosa · 3 months

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Sunset Died - Bachelor/Clavell/Wan (?)

One day, early in the evening. We're with the Bachelors, well, what's left of the family. To everyone's regret, the family is no longer complete. The parents of the two children died in the disaster. Now Xander is looking after them. He has also lost his parents and so they have joined forces in order to survive.

"uh, oh man, I'm so hungry"/ "Uncle Xander will hopefully be back soon"/ "yes, hopefully ".

While waiting for dinner at home, Michael and Xander are on the lookout for all kinds of edible things to bring home. "Man, sometimes I get the feeling that the others have already snapped up all the stuff"/ "by no means everything, check the garbage can to see if you can find anything useful there"…. Of course it's an unpleasant thing to rummage around in a garbage can for useful things, but what don't you do to improve your standard of living a bit?

A few minutes later. "Why didn't you tell me straight away that something edible was growing behind the house?"/ "I'm sorry. Look, The lettuce has grown so beautifully. I believe that the spirit of Mama lives in every single plant. She gives us food and looks after us"/ "Yes, that's how it will be… And again, it's just a salad today… Oh, what I would give for a delicious sausage"

A little later. "Did you get anything?"/ "Heads of lettuce, lots of them". Pauline wrinkled her nose and threw her head back in annoyance. "oh man, I'm getting sick of all this green stuff"/ "well, maybe something can be done, I saw the boss bringing a few boxes to the back of the warehouse today, it looked like canned food"/ "W-what?". Her eyes widened.

"Yeah, I don't know where he got the stuff, but I'll find out"/ "yes, please, if they withhold anything from us, I'll get really angry. I'll make us something to eat now… Wow, salad… at least there are still a few onions and tomatoes growing in the garden". Pauline stood annoyed at the kitchen counter and prepared the food.

"Are you otherwise well?"/ "Sure, since i'm with you, hn". Pauline is leading a double life at the moment. And that's why she's not always honest. She not only shares a bed with Xander, but also with Hank, with whom the relationship is nevertheless difficult. The official story is that they have broken up. But Pauline has a mind of her own. "Hank and I … That probably wouldn't have worked out in the long run and besides, I really wanted to know who the guy was that he was always talking about when he came home from work …"/ "You've got a thing for bad boys?"/ "hnhn, not really, but you're … Just different, and I like that.".

Bella comes back into the house. "Where have you been?"/ "I just had to pee"/ "Let me know next time, okay? I don't want you to be out alone in the dark"/ "but I don't want anyone watching"/ "nobody's done that before, we've always stood in front of the fence"/ "but you can hear the peeing noise"/ "Oh nonsense, come on, Pauline's made salad"

"Salad… Always just salad. Can't we bake a cake again?"/ "We need eggs for that, and they're a bit scarce at the moment because we don't have enough chickens"/ "Then you'll have to get a rooster to make the chicks"/ "Oh, you know that?"/ "Of course, that's what… Mom told me".

Michael had to smile a little. "Yes, Mom knew a lot…". It's often a difficult situation for Xander when the children talk about their parents. Because it's not just them who have lost their parents, he has too. Until now, there has never been a proper funeral or memorial service for the deceased. Everyone had to deal with the new situation from one day to the next. But some of the residents want to take care of the cemetery soon.

"And please take care of this 'matter' tomorrow, okay? I really want to know what's going on…"/ "Don't worry, I'll find out what the Altos are up to. "/ "They lead a much better life than some of the others here. They have running water, electricity. They should finally support us. I bet they have some kind of contact with the outside world"/ "mhm, for sure".

Since Pauline has been living in the house, the atmosphere here has changed. So far, they've managed quite well without another roommate. And of course Michael also understands that you need someone to talk to… But at the moment it's probably just about exchanging bodily fluids. No one will ever be able to properly replace the parents of the two children. But they are being looked after.

The kids go to bed. "hey, this is actually my bed"/ "but it's much cooler than mine, you built it all by yourself, mine is old"/ "but it's still in good shape…fine, then I'll be the princess tonight"/ "thihi… Which book did you get from the shelf?"/ "You'll notice in a minute".

While Michael reads his sister a bedtime story, the adults next door are busy with other things. "Have you taken the pill?"/ "That's the last pack I could get, after that we should be really careful"/ "Why, don't you want children?"/ "Under the current circumstances? No…".

"well, if need be, I can pull 'him' out early"/ "chuckle, but that doesn't always help"/ "I'd say we just take our chances… I'll take care of it, bunny".

Less than 20 minutes later. "Sleep well, sis… At some point… Hopefully everything will be a bit more normal again. My friends are all madly in love… great, and I'll probably stay a virgin until I'm 30…". It's not easy for Michael to put up with the other couples' affections. Everyone here has their own individual needs.

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@greenplumbboblover 😊 , Thanks for tagging me, by the way. Unfortunately, I find it infinitely difficult to pick out a sim and write facts about it. I like them all very much.^^ But if I do come up with something about someone at some point, I'll let you and others know😊

Note: I know some parts are quite long and contain a lot of text, but they can't be split up any other way and I like to write a lot 😉

#sims3 #screenshots #simsstories #sims3 story #sunset died #xander clavell #pauline wan #michael bachelor #bella bachelor #post apocalyptic

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cannibalisticskittles · 8 months

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alright so i talked about this way fucking more than i thought i was going to when i started, so this one gets a readmore for length. below the cut is just a bunch of thoughts on how amity views sex, and how astarion views sex, and how the relationship could’ve started just a bit differently in light of that.

when i do amity's astarion-romance run again, i am going to be extra analyzing everything. in general but also specifically with the aim of figuring out how likely an alternate start for amity's romance would be. don't get me wrong: i really don't think it would be out of character for amity to accept astarion's proposition(s) the way it all happened in-game; i wouldn't have gone ahead with it otherwise.

but. that doesn't mean that it's what she's most comfortable with. and given how astarion viewed this whole thing, and his complicated view towards sex....... it does make me wonder how things could've played out a bit differently.

it is hard to not contribute to that sense of ‘sex as a tool/self as a tool,’ until he starts to unwind the skein of how he views sex and his own value and disentangle those concepts. and i think that having some intimacy with him, such that he believes you are going to trust and look out for him, builds some of the pathway to that mindset. not that he couldn't get to where he does in the game without that, but that it would take longer, and he might not be ready for that at the point when it happens.

but wouldn't it be nice to… feed into that less?

plus it's a bummer! a bummer to be another time when astarion had sex with someone because he felt like that's what he had to do to survive, even if the circumstances are different and he didn't technically have to do that now; we know that that's how he felt about it still. and it's also a bummer to think that amity makes what is, for her, a pretty big personal step forward by deciding that yes, actually, it's probably okay if she's intimate with someone else when they are being very clear that they view this as a good thing, a thing they are interested in, a thing that would be fun for both of them…… only to find out later that, no, actually, there is trauma in pain wrapped up in this.

(she would probably also feel like, if she had been less wrapped up in her own head, she would have noticed that he wasn't truly enthusiastic and she could've avoided contributing to that sort of pain. she'd feel guilty for not declining.)

so, alright. first thoughts, focusing on amity.

amity definitely has hang-ups with sex, but they aren't sex-specific. they're tied in with all the other hang-ups she has about her appearance and her value as a person and her mindset that romance and intimacy aren't something she can realistically expect to ever happen for her.

she has no view of sex as sinful; she's barely religious anyway, and oghma and gond genuinely would not give a shit. she doesn't view it as needing to only happen after marriage, or even within a committed romantic partnership; her own parents never married, and if they ever had any romantic inclinations towards each other, those were gone long before amity was old enough to perceive them. they're just work and business partners who happened to have sex and had amity as a result of that, and now they platonically co-parent well together (To Her. objectively they are both shit at being parents, but subjectively, amity believes they're good at parenting together).

those hang-ups are still there, though. being seen as Funny-Looking by all her peers, her appearance being taken as a sign of something infernal or demonic or otherwise non-specifically evil, and knowing that when she's disguised as a regular human, she gets a much warmer welcome – all of that feeds into an extremely strong belief that she is awful to look at and to be around (and thus she must preemptively make up for that fact by being as useful as possible to everyone around her).

and then, when she's older and the family business is experiencing a boom and her father becomes part of parliament, she starts getting marriage proposals and propositions – sometimes from the same patriar shits that mocked her mercilessly as children, as though she could ever forget that. she has a tendency to forgive far more bullshit than she should, but there is no world in which she would ever believe that anyone, let alone these rich motherfuckers who made her life hell as a child, think that she's attractive now. (she would phrase that more kindly, but that's what it comes down to.) she knows it's just another play at power; she has money and status, and her father has money and status, and so a union with her is now seen as palatable.

and it's awful. she wishes they'd just leave her alone.

i imagine she has, sometimes, received a genuine proposition. she did get lightly flirted with during her first campaign, after all. but unless someone is exceedingly clear and direct with her, she is going to assume that they aren't actually romantically or sexually interested in her at all, and that it would be extremely presumptuous to think that. and the few who have been clear and direct about it came at times that were less than convenient.

like hey, sorry, you are very nice, thank you for being direct, however, her party has been out in the wilderness for weeks and she was really looking forward to walking around athkatla at night for an hour or two, and then she has to speed back to her party so they can crack open a lich's skull, sorry! good luck… getting lucky with someone else tonight!

or… she just didn't want to. even if the timing is a bit more convenient, like if she's settled in one place for a few days or weeks and doesn't actually have anywhere else to be, she's going to have doubts. why on earth would a stranger approach her about this? why not someone… nicer to look at?? her self-esteem issues make her view the idea with extreme incredulity, and she'd turn them down.

so. sex is not something she has any personal level of comfort with.

secondly… look, amity isn't, like, wise. wisdom is famously her dump stat. (she actually has a higher strength score than wisdom score -- 9 vs. 8. it's bad.)

she has a tendency to somehow still roll well on insight but she also doesn't know what the fuck to do with this information because it feels rude as hell to be looking for reasons to doubt what someone says. plus, even if someone thinks something different from what they say, they might be determined to act in alignment with their words rather than their thoughts. so amity has made the deliberate decision to nearly always take someone at their word, even if that means she lets herself be manipulated or lured into a trap, because she feels that demonstrating this form of trust is the Right and Good way to go about things. maybe it'll help them out. (she’ll just… carry around a knife and a rope so she can get out of situations like that if/when they go wrong.)

so she wants to take astarion at his word, and trust what he says. and yes, he propositions her, he's the one that brings up the idea. and, yes, he did make it seem as though it's something he's interested in. and yet….

is he, really?

amity would have less doubts in this instance than she would in those cases where she was propositioned by a stranger – all that a stranger has to go off of is how she looks, and she knows that can't be a draw, so what the hell is it? but with astarion, well, they know each other better than that. not much better, mind you; they still hardly know each other at all. but they have fought in battles together, they're in the same boat regarding tadpoles in their brains and are working towards a shared interest. so, there isn't that same, immediate doubt as to why he's asking her; it's not her appearance, it's the fact that she's there. that's acceptable. that's logical.

and yet.

sex seems like a pretty big way to repay a favor. it's so intimate. so vulnerable. so… fraught with potential danger. so many ways someone could hurt you in those moments.

(her mother, a cold, calculating, manipulative, Literal Actual Devil, made sure that amity was well-briefed in all the ways that vulnerability could fuck you over. amity chooses to ignore that most of the time, but she's still aware of those lessons. get lectured enough on all the ways you make it easy for someone to plunge a knife into your back and that lesson will stick with you.)

sure, she let him drink some of her blood, but that's not really that big a deal, right? it was hardly an inconvenience, she barely stumbled over her own feet the next day, anyway, and she could still mostly see straight when flinging spells.

there is also the fact that she has extremely little experience with anything like this. she has never been in a real relationship. she has technically kissed someone/been kissed before – but like, as part of playacting with a childhood friend, or an adrenaline-fueled 'i can't believe we survived that' post-battle moment. never an intentional kiss.

and. she's never had sex with anyone before.

she doesn't put too much stock in the idea of The First Time, or view it with particular reverence; anything that can be done has to have a first time, right? but. first times don’t always go great. they're messy. flawed. and she's nervous! about her inexperience and about potentially fucking things up and being a shitty partner and ruining it for him.

now, amity has A Hard Time Saying No to people. and it is extremely hard for her to say no to someone when she wants to be useful and helpful and be on good terms with them.

this situation is no different. astarion has made an offer. for all her trepidation, it is hard to refuse. and… he's very pretty, and they might all die suddenly and painfully and maybe it would be nice to not die without having had this experience. so it's not that she has no desire to do this, she's just… nervous!

so, she accepts. and then… tries to deflect. put it off. busies herself with setting up camp each night so there's never a free moment and then, oops, she's already asleep. or she just offers to let him drink her blood again when she sees him at night; maybe she can distract him enough for him to forget about the whole thing entirely. that'd be swell. at least, it would be preferable to feeling like she's somehow bartered sex from him by letting him feed on her.

but he’s not going to forget about it. he needs to secure protection of some kind, and this is The Way He Knows How To Do That.

i'm not sure if i think astarion would lean more towards bemused acceptance of this, viewing it as just. an extremely slow seduction. earning her trust and her affection bit by bit, each time she lets him feed – and she does make that offer quite a bit, and my, how she shivers, how she squirms at the lightest touch on her face, her neck, her chin to reposition her. maybe he doesn't even feel the need to push it farther, even tho this isn't quite what he's used to; maybe she's just exceptionally easy to win over. that's less effort for him, overall. his midnight snacks double as reinforcing her interest in him.

or, perhaps he'd be more annoyed by this, not thinking that anything is secure until he's put his full range of skills into use. all this… waiting for her to let down her guard more means that this is far more time and effort than he'd like to spend on this sort of thing, why on earth does she have to be this apprehensive? isn't that just his luck, for things not to go his way?

now, here's the other thing – for all her inexperience, i think amity would at least want to be an active participant. she wouldn't be content to, like, be lavished on, or have the majority of the attention on her. she'd much prefer it the other way around.

and that's… not astarion's bag! not at this point!

it does make me think of a dynamic where he expects to take things further, as is The Expectation That Has Normally Been Set For Him, gently pushing past mild protests of 'oh, you don't have to do that' (re: the 'you've done me a favor, and now i have a favor for you, xoxo' proposition [maybe a semi-pointed 'i don't have to do anything now, darling.' this time, it isn't at cazador's behest]) bc hey, he's gotta carry out this seduction; gotta secure that protection……… but then retracting when it becomes clear that she's eager to put the focus on him.

telling himself that drawing back is really for her sake because, after all, she said she's fine with that, and he supposes that listening to her builds her trust more, doesn't it? when it's really mostly borne from his discomfort at being vulnerable and the association with sex as a tool and the attention being on him… challenges that, juuuuust a bit.

it ought to be, 'i do this thing for you, you are won over, you give me trust and protection.' he shouldn't need to have to… put on an act where he's lapping up the attention. it's too much.

and, to be clear, i don't think that having someone want to focus their attention on him would be entirely strange to him; i'm sure some of his previous victims wanted to lavish him with attention.

but. now is… just a bit different. even if he's not recognizing why he's feeling this way, the fact that he doesn't have to put up with something he doesn't want means he's subconsciously allowing himself to shy away from it, when he would previously (have to) put up with it as part of His Purpose For Cazador.

so, he pulls back, and things stay intimate, for sure, but… there's less of that direct seduction. and she speaks up for him when his vampiric nature is brought up, and she has no qualms with his feeding habits, so it seems to be going swimmingly, but it's still a bit strange.

i think that could work. …my astarion romance scenes actually triggered at different times than they were supposed to so i'll have to keep all this in mind the next time i go through his romance, but these are the thoughts i've been having.

anyway jesus this is four fucking pages and i don't really have a conclusion, uh. goodbye.

#amity tag #bg3 blogging #this is also absolutely influenced by those lines and dev notes for a karlach origin romancing astarion #karlach suggesting that they just hang out without having sex and astarion actually being into it but not knowing how to express that #and getting frustrated With Her about that….#astarion

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 2 months

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Does anyone want a Chortle... a... does anyone... yeah, I'm not going to do a Chortle headlines roundup this week, looking at that mess of a front page. It appears that shit is going down on the front page of Chorte at the moment, and the more serious sides of that shit do not need another person who did not actually witness any events commenting on them, so I'm going to sidestep those and . I guess no one needs that. Fucking hell it looks like some things are fucked up, but I'm going to sidestep the serious ones and just post the more amusing gossipy type of the shit that is going down:

The main thing I have to say about this and the related stories is: Did people not know that the Pythons all fucking hate each other? I thought we all understood that the Pythons hate each other, but we were all just refraining from saying so because they hadn't technically quite come right out and straight-up said it, and I guess you're not supposed to make assumptions about relationships of people you don't know, even if the conclusion of "They fucking hate each other and are barely disguising that for the media" seems fairly obvious. You know, like with Lee and Herring.

I remember watching one of the 18,000 Python documentaries when I was probably about 12 years old, so over twenty years ago, and being struck by how hard they all seemed to be trying to not say they fucking hated each other. All the talking heads were just various Pythons talking shit about various other Pythons, and throwing in the occasional "but of course, you get conflicts like that with so many big personalities trying to work together, we respect each other really" and not sounding like they meant the last bit at all. They sounded like they just threw it in for diplomacy's sake, because they wanted to be as honest as they could about how annoying they found the rest of them but didn't want the news headlines to be "Pythons fucking hate each other", so they threw in the thing about respect.

That's what I thought when I saw a documentary when I was about twelve. When I was about thirty, I read Monty Python Speaks, a book that was first published in 2004 and updated in 2019. It's an absolutely fascinating read, I highly recommend it to anyone who's interested in a history of Monty Python. The author did significant research, bringing in quotes from all the Pythons who were still around when it was first written (Cleese, Palin, the Terries), plus Graham Chapman's partner to give what he knew of that side of the story. Plus interviews with Carol Cleveland, and a bunch of people who managed the Pythons and otherwise worked with them, and it's a detailed story of all the years they worked together, plus the history of who came before/influenced them and how they came together, as well as what they did after splitting up. A very good book, and I learned a lot from it, but one of the things I learned is that the impression I had as a kid was right. All those guys sounded like guys who were asked how they felt about people they hated, and tried to give an answer that wouldn't cause a "Pythons all fucking hate each other" headline, so they didn't quite overtly stay that, but still got in lots of little digs.*

(*With the exception of Michael Palin and Terry Jones, who seemed to have a lovely friendship and I hope they were very happy together right up to the end. Also, by all accounts - and that book gave a lot of different accounts - the thing about Michael Palin being the nicest guy in a cutthroat world is true.)

Anyway, I sort of thought most fans made the same assumptions that I did, which is why I'm surprised to see some people treating it as news that the surviving ones are now feuding on Twitter like a bunch of teenagers. It would probably be good if they all just went away except Michael Palin could have a minor role in a new Armando Iannucci film every few years, that would be nice.

(Okay I do have one thing to say about the other more serious shit going down on the front page of Chortle, the shit that does not need anyone else weighing in on it if they didn't actually witness the event, it's that I've literally heard three different Jewish comedians in the past two weeks speak in support of Palestine, because there is nothing inherently Jewish about being anti-Palestine and therefore there is nothing inherently anti-Semitic about attacking someone for being anti-Palestine. And if you do equate "person with anti-Palestinian views" with "Jewish person", then maybe you're the one who's anti-Semitic. And that remains true regardless of what any one comedian might have done on any one night and whether it was right, which I don't know because I wasn't there. Okay I'm done now.)

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*walks on in casually, this time much more put together and wearing a soaked raincoat, offers you tea, sips coffee, leaves this without elaborating and walks off into a storm*

{Granite Imagine/Origin Short}

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"(Lustrous)?"

"Mhm?", Hummed the being, turning to Sky, sitting down behind Wild, the being with glittering, (Gemstone Type) hair so bright that it could scare away a Redead pointedly giving the wild man a look and sitting him back down when he tried to get up, drawing a soft snort from the other members of the Chain, they were determined to put a brush through his hair and properly neaten it up before the next shift or get shattered trying it seems, though the look on the Hero of Sky's face brought them pause, a shine of recognition passing through their mismatched eyes, "Ah, this is about what I said to Hyrule, isn't it? About Legend not being wrong but not being right either?"

"You did promise you'd clarify once we were fully still you know?" Pointed Legend out, arms crossed and giving them a narrow eyed look, "As generous as what you did was, I'd rather not suddenly know that we basically sold human hair, or that the Smithy basically used your hair and flesh to finally make something Wild doesn't break in one hit."

A small look of discomfort passed Wild's face, pointedly masking a wince and twitch as golden and pale hands passed through his hair, removing tangles and twigs slowly, "... Granted it wouldn't be the weirdest thing we've seen or did and it's still one of the best gifts I've ever got, but it wouldn't make us any better than those people you said hunt your kin right?"

"You're all being dramatic." Sighs their companion, giving Wild an unimpressed look and locking a leg around his back when he shifted away, silently daring him to try and move the gold encrusted stone limb or break it to escape and help Twilight with the food, "It's not like it was a leg or that you all held me at sword point and threathened to shatter me or anything. I did it out of my own free will because I wanted to help and will not hear otherwise- Wild stay still for the love of Adamant or I'll have Wolfie sit on you!" They ground out, a sound vaguely like something cracking ringing out, before they move on, unimpressed, "Honestly! Even Aquamarine was more agreeable on a good day. On top of that it doesn't work like that, losing a bit of gold is nothing to me, and it's not like the hair holds inclusions so no memories lost either."

"Still!"

"Settle down now." Time cut in, "We're getting out of track, clearly they're not going to budge on this."

"Thank you Time, in any case, this is what I know, Kunzite was the one who really researched this stuff with the Admirabillis, but, well..." They trail off, a bit distant, "She's not around anymore, and I haven't been to the sea of slugs in a while..." They shake their head, moving on, "According to their legends, six great calamities once struck the earth one after another, apparently the humans, those who came before that is, had a mean of foreseeing or preventing them but it failed, and so the world ended. You can see the many cities and homes on the ocean floor as evidence to that, to survive, the remains of humanity split and evolved into three, the Admirabillis, the flesh of humanity, went to the sea, they're similar to your Zora's albeit not quite, they're mortal and grown and reproduce, us-", they point to themselves, "The Lustrous, gems, are said to come from the Bone, we've made a contract and rose from the sea, shedding our mortality. To wander eternal in the single isle left, we do not age, but if we break we lose our memories if we don't have all our pieces. It's... A questionable trade off, if you ask me." They laugh slightly, smiling a bit, "It's probably silly, but I think I envy the fact you all don't have to deal with that, gems aren't nearly as kind or adaptable as you all are due to our circumstances. And for the last one..." They trail off, looking up at the moon, for a moment, they saw the same look Time would get on his face looking up at it, conflicted, angry, grieving, "... The Lunarians are the restless rage, remains who couldn't accept the end. The malice of humanity left behind, eternal as us gems but discontent, they hunt the bone and the flesh indiscriminately to bring about a so called revival." They purse their lips, if you look closely, you can spot a crack above their face, "... The things that happen on the moon to the Admirabillis is a fate worse than death, and they use the broken and ground pieces of my kin as decorations, smiling and dancing over our corpses, so if you ask me that's wildly innacurate..." They shake their head, moving on, "Personally, I think there's something they want. They looked within the Admirabillis and didn't find it, so they went for us gems instead. Their king came down personally for both Aquamarine, Kunzite, Labradorite and Citrine now, I wouldn't call that a coincidence. And he certainly was furious when I got in his way, the rest is story." They shrug nonchantly, "Again, Legend isn't wrong, it's not human hair, or flesh, just mineral, but if you want to get technical, it once was. Don't worry about it, again it's not as if it's an eye or anything. I can always find a way to replace the hair, maybe I'll mold the gold into it, wouldn't be the first time." They make a face, clearly exasperated, "Bortz could get... Too rough, it drove Aquamarine up the wall when they'd get too near me or Kunzite, I guess he would at least comfort himself with the fact I'm not as easy to break anymore were he here, so I'm used to it really."

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Not pictured:

Lustrous Reader, meeting the blind child, gently picks them up and weaves gold in their hair from their arms: I've only had this little pebble for a day and a half, but if anything happened to them I'd murder everyone in the room and then shatter myself.

Also not pictured: Lustrous Reader being casual about the technical body horror on one end, while Citrine is anything but casual about it back home and following in their siblings footsteps (saving that for another ask).

-Signed, Just an Anon on A Stroll.

WELL GOOD MORNING ONE AND ALL

WE HAVE LORE AND STORY

HOLY COW

I totally forgot I had this. It got burried DX

But here it is! A start!

My goodness, I love it. This is phenominal. Fantastic work.

#pinky replies #anon stories #lustrous! reader #its about time i tag this me thinks #someone remind me to put this on the masterlist #blind child #mentioned #although that whole first paragraph was just one sentence #not sure if it was intentional or not

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The Comfort Between Your Scars

Chapter 7

No TW here :)

It had been more than two weeks since that night in the break room. Mari had given him shit for getting hurt, of course, but Desmond was almost happy about it, he'd grown to like Joel and he probably never would've opened up to him so much if it wasn't for that fight and Alex forcing him to take the night off.

Joel had been at the bar a couple more times since, increasingly frequently, and Desmond found himself glancing at the door more and more, hoping he'd stop by. Maybe he'd see him again soon. But first he had to survive the worst event on earth, a thirteen-year-old's birthday party. Mari, birthday present in hand, rang the doorbell - 'Miller', the sign said - while Noah kneeled down and ruffled Jamies hair.

"Just remember we can leave whenever you want to. And if you need anything, you just ask, okay, kiddo?" Jamie nodded and Noah opened his mouth to say something else but was interrupted by the door opening and excited squeals and greetings. Jamie and Noah both flinched at the sudden noise before standing up to greet Mari's friend.

"Hey, you must be Sarah. Happy birthday! I'm Noah and this is Jamie"

The girl with the big, fluffy hair smiled at him excitedly.

"Nice to meet you! Mari told me a lot about you. Come in. You can leave your shoes on, we'll mostly be outside"

Noah looked around the house as the three of them stepped in. It was nice and so typically suburban, nothing like the shitty apartment complexes he'd spent his entire life in. There were picture frames and party decorations and balloons and he was glad Mari had been so welcome in such a loving home.

"Are your parents around? I wanted to thank them for all the sleepovers"

Sarah was already pulling Mari towards the backyard, where a few kids were already playing and parents chatting away.

"Still getting ready, I think. He's not very good at being on time", she grinned.

Noah nodded. Just as he was about to follow the two girls, someone walked down the stairs.

"Oh, there you are, dad! Mari just arrived, this is Noah and the small one is Jamie!"

Noah's polite smile fell and his heart sunk when he looked at the man. Shit.

Joel was equally surprised to see him, stopping on the stairs wide-eyed.

"Uh... hi", Noah said awkwardly, scratching his neck.

"Hi"

"I, uh, I brought wine. As a thank you. Y'know, for letting Mari stay here all the time"

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He could feel his cheeks heating up as Joel slowly stepped down the stairs and came to a stop in front of him.

"Uh, thanks, you really didn't have to." Joel's gaze seemed to burn him as the silence stretched on between them. Sarah was the one first one to speak again.

"Uh... do you guys know each other or something? You're acting weird"

"No, no", Noah blurted out.

"Sorta", Joel said at the same time.

Mari snorted and started pulling Sarah towards the backyard again, shooting him a glance, some inexplicable juxtaposition of knowing and curious.

"Come on, Jamie, let's give them some time to catch up." Jamie looked up to Noah for confirmation, then followed Mari after getting a small nod. Noah bit the inside of his cheek, still avoiding eye contact with Joel. Great, what the fuck was he supposed to say now?

"Noah?"

It felt weird hearing that name in Joel's voice, but at the same time it gave him just the smallest hint of relief. At least there were less secrets between them now. It didn't scare Noah quite as much as he thought it would, although the slight tremble in his voice when he answered seemed to suggest otherwise.

"Um, well, Desmond's just an alias I use for work and stuff, well, you've probably worked that out by now... I just- I didn't wanna tell you since I don't know you that well and I didn't exactly expect you to be the dad of Mari's best friend so I figured you wouldn't find out anyway and-"

A hand on his shoulder cut off his rambling.

"Sorry." Something between a whine and a whisper. The sting of guilt he felt surprised him. Why did honesty terrify him so much? With a shaky breath, he forced himself to look up at Joel, who looked more concerned than anything else, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Hey, it's fine. It makes sense that you wouldn't just give out personal details like that. Calm down, I get it"

A wave of relief washed over Noah and he even managed to offer him a grateful smile.

"And I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about. I should probably use your real name here but I'll keep calling you Desmond at work, yeah?"

Noah nodded. "Thanks"

"Alright. Well, let's go, before the kids start tearing up the whole backyard" This got a grin out of him. They could probably slip back into their usual ease quickly.

"This is gonna be horrible"

Joel answered with an affirming groan and set the wine bottle down on the kitchen counter before they stepped outside.

Noah was surprised at the sheer amount of people in the backyard. He'd known that parents and siblings were invited too but the several long tables, one of which was filled with multiple family-sized pizzas and chips and cookies and drinks, the many children running around and adults standing in small groups, chatting loudly, still overwhelmed him.

"You good?"

Joel had stopped a few paces ahead of him and Noah noticed only now that he was frozen in awe - and maybe a hint of terror. He hurried to catch up with him, now scanning for Jamie.

"Yeah, yeah, all good. Just didn't expect there to be so many people... Hey, do you see Jamie anywhere? Don't want him wandering off too much, this stuff can be kinda stressful for him"

Joel looked around for a moment before pointing to the very edge of the area where Jamie was sitting on a picnic blanket, along with Mari, Sarah, another girl who looked to be around ten and a man Noah estimated was a little older than him. To Noah's surprise, Jamie actually seemed like he was enjoying himself, talking excitedly to the four of them. Noah just watched them for a few moments, smiling.

"Just gonna check on him real quick"

They made their way over to the small group, Joel exchanging a few greetings with other parents on the way, and Noah sat down next to Jamie.

"Hey kiddo. You doing alright so far?"

Jamie nodded enthusiastically. In his peripheral vision, Noah noticed Joel whispering something to the man next to Sarah.

"Mari's friends are nice! I was just telling them about my favourite book!"

"That's nice, I won't bother you any longer then. I'll be around, if you need me you can just ask Mari to find me, alright?", he said, giving both Mari and Sarah an appreciative smile. Jamie nodded. Noah was just about to get up when the stranger stopped him.

"You're Noah then, nice to meet you. I'm Tommy, Joel's brother. Heard a lot about you"

"Oh! Likewise. Sorry, Joel's mentioned you a couple times but I wouldn't have guessed you're related", he chuckled, a little awkwardly.

"Wait! So you guys do know each other then?", Mari asked quietly, although Joel and Tommy could probably still hear her.

"Yeah, met him at work", Noah smiled. Mari looked at Joel like someone had just told her he's an alien who killed her dog. "Oh, no, not the- he's at the bar sometimes", he quickly added.

"Oh, alright. Geez, don't do that to me", she replied with small laugh. Sarah looked between them with furrowed eyebrows and Noah decided it would be best to flee the scene.

"Alright, have fun then, bye!", he said quickly, getting up and giving Joel a nod, signalling to please let's go somewhere else now.

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soniclozdplove · 5 months

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What happens if Meliodas never betrayed the demon race?

With the demon race winning and becoming more dangerous with Meliodas in their side. The goddesses race decided to seal them all thus losing their physical form.

The og gowther won't sacrifice himself to stop the holy war and still might be with the TC. The vampires still got sealed since even without Mel's betrayal they fought back or Zeldris sealed the vampire race so they won't get affected by the war and Gelda.

How would Britannia survive?

Honestly not sure. Maybe The sins will still formed but Elizabeth would be the leader. How? Well, the SD gave Eli immortality and tasked her to look after the seal so the demon race won't be resurrected.

I would like this au because I love evil baddass Mel and demon gowther and Mel friendship maybe even brother bonding between Zeldris and Meliodas since there is no Estarossa.

You can't tell me otherwise that Gowther doesn't stay by Mel side and is his best friend, the one he is most comfortable off, and everyone knows that. It was obvious.

When the TC got resurrected, Gowther was beside Mel as they listen Fraudrin talking, informing them what happened for 3000 years even in Edinburgh.

If Meliodas never betrayed the clan, things would be VERY different. For one... he and Elizabeth would never be in love, nor would the Sins actually exist! At least... not in the same way they do now, at least. The series as a whole would be fundamentally changed because there would BE no Great Holy War, there would be no Giant and Fairy King Drole and Gloxinia joining the Commandments, which would mean that King's disappearance and resulting amnesia wouldn't result in Elaine being the only one to protect the Great Forest and Fountain of Youth, meaning Ban would never have had to drink the Fountain, because Gloxinia would still be around.

With Drole around than there's a chance Diane wouldn't have had to suffer as much as she did growing up and might not have been abandoned because Diane would be very much like Drole. Even if he isn't present, the actions and events affecting her would change as well because he would most certainly challenge the death of Matrona, even if she isn't a queen she was at the very least one of his chieftains, and he wouldn't have let Diane simply take the fault for her death simply because she was present. The political world would look completely different!

That's not even getting into the changes from Demon Clan and Goddess Clans or the changes humans would have because, with no Great Holy War, there would be no sealing if the demon clan. The way magic worked would be fundamentally different. Humans would not have nearly as much power as they have on present-day Brittania! Even if they did get sealed and war did happen anyways, it wouldn't have been nearly as bad as it had been when Meliodas had betrayed the clan. There'd also be no Estarossa, and Elizabeth probably wouldn't even NEED immortality because she'd have never been resurrected as a human and would have retained her goddess form, effectively making her immortal anyways!

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min-yunki-agustd · 1 year

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Sope tries to go out on a date after work doesn't end soo well with namjoon being the driver. yoonngi pov

sickies: (main sickie)yoongi, hobi

caretaker: namjoon and hobi

TW: platonic, gay relationship, emeto, mentions of v****, nausea

migraines sympathy sickness. etc

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It started with namjoon offering hoseok and yoongi a ride home. Namjoon had just gotten his license and car a few days ago and wanted to show off his skills to the members each taking them few by few on a ride. It worked out pretty well so far. Jungkook got his ride, He drove him first since he'd be the least likely to be afraid to ride. Once Jungkook survived a ride namjoon convinced taehyung and Jimin to ride. There weren't any problems, motion sickness, accidents, or anything of the sort, which made it easy for sope to hope in since he'd already driven with others before. The If the member with the worse motion sickness rode and was fine why shouldn't he and hoseok be? Yoongi and hoseok stood side by side waiting for the ride from the hybe building. They both worked long hours and plan to have a date tonight. It was yoongi's plan. It had been a while since they were out and he wanted to do something special with hosoek. They've both been too busy working on separate things. They stood outside in the rain waiting for their ride home so they could change and prepare for the date they planned. For some reason, hybe has been having a problem with their driving staff lately. This is the third time the two had called ahead for a ride and the showfer be late. As yoongi began to feel the water soak threw his clothes he began to wish that he had just driven today but neither himself nor hobi likes to deal with the traffic in the morning. Yoongi was starting to feel hoseok's previously warm hand grow cold and wet as they stood outside.

They didn't think the driver wouldn't take this long otherwise they wouldn't have decided to just wait in the rain. Now, it's too late to go back inside. The janitor has already arrived and begun vacuuming the floor. Hoseok rests his head on yoongi's shoulder. He's probably tired yoongi thought to himself. Aside from working on his songs yoongi knows hobi likes to dance until his legs give out. Standing must be torcher right now. yoongi feels terrible at the thought. He takes his free hand out of his pocket and holds his temple, trying to quiet the irritation in his cranium. He's had a migraine coming on all day but it's starting to get more challenging and hard to ignore. Yoongi was lost in thought again and hadn't noticed footsteps slap against the pavement. Coming from behind the two. He really hopes it's not staff. Even though All the staff had to sign a privacy agreement and he's worked with half the staff for years, you just never know who could be out to get you. Plus, He'd rather not have to explain hoseok and his relationship especially since most staff are quite older and might not approve of it. Yoongi's back began to get tense listening patiently and the footsteps get closer to his side. hobi must not hear them over the rain because he has yet to have moved his hand from yoongi's. The footsteps had finally arrived at his side. He felt a hand touch his shoulder. he looked up, it was namjoon. He signed in relief.

"Did you two have a showfer bring you hear this morning?" namjoon asked. his voice catches hoseok's attention. Hosoeko lifted his head and looked at him. "Yeah, but they're taking a long time.." yoongi says looking at his watch. "I can give you guys a ride home if you want?" "thanks, but we planned to go home drop off our stuff and go out tonight. yoongi says. " ohhhh, you guys are going on a date tonight, I can do that for you hyung, I got nothing better to do tonight "namjoon laughs a little. Yoongi looks back to hoseok half for approval, half just for any comment at all. hoesok was quiet but gave an approving look. Now yoongi knows for sure his hobi is tired, hobi is never quiet, he's usually loud and excited. Yoongi's sure he's still excited about the date but also just tired. yoons looks back to Namjoon. " ok joon, sure. " the three-headed to joons car. Yoongi called to cancel the showfer on the way to the parking lot. The ride shouldn't be bad yoongi thought as he and hoseok sat in the back of the vehicle not wanting to be apart. The other members rode. They lived. Yoongi trying hard to have a positive mindset but the truth is he's nervous to be riding while namjoon is driving. He hopes it doesn't make hobi feel sick or anything. After checking surely that their seatbelts were locked in place yoongi snuck a look at hobi. He seemed to be a bit nervous too. Yoongi took his hand and snaked it over to hoseoks thigh. giving it a squeeze for comfort and then connecting hands and then fingers. Yoongi caught hobi taking in a deep shaky breath. He really really hope hoseok wasn't working himself up already.

" everyone got their seat belts on? " namjoons says looking at the couple in his back seat. The two shook their heads. " all right then let me know if you need some more heating it's kinda cold out today. Nammjoon says as he begins to pull off. It was late in the afternoon so traffic was terrible. hopefully, namjoon could manage yoongi thoughts. The start of the ride wasn't bad at all, namjoon pulled out of the parking space smoothly and he got out of the lot smoothly as well. He even managed to find a good quick opening into the street. good so far. The first time wasn't a big deal at least not to yoongi. He thought joon is still learning and being a good driver takes time. Namjoon slammed on the brakes hard though he was nowhere near hitting another car. Yoongi's stomach and his head didn't really like that but he knew it was probably an accident and that namjooon was just trying to be safe. Giving a dizzying glance at hobi he wasn't looking too good after it either. The second time it happened yoongi had kinda expected him to slam on breaks because of someone pulling out in front of them. a good move for safety but less comfortable for the couple who are feeling sick in the back. " sorry bout that!" namjooon yells out to the two. despite looking a little ill hobi yelled back "it's ok joon your doing great." yoongi however this time had one comment his head was now in a full-blown migraine and he was trying to not let it show. The third time namjoon slammed on the brakes was a lot like the first kinda point less to stop so hard. only this time he stopped cause he almost missed the turn.

At this point, yoongi had to let go of hoseoks hand. He needed to settle his stomach a bit. His was kinda going haywire along with his head. Hoseok noticed his hyungs discomfort and began using the hand yoons let go of to rub the older back. Yoongi seemed to be having trouble keeping it together. He hadn't even noticed that the car was now at the apartment complex and parked. they sat there kinda still. Namjooon looked back at the two wondering why they hadn't gotten up yet. He saw yoongi's head was In his hands, then he looked at hoseok who seemed to be trying to soothe his boyfriend but also dealing with what seems to be carsick himself. hobi has the back of his hand to his mouth, a worried expression on his face looking at yoongi hyung and his other hand rubbing yoongi's back. Namjoon wondered why yoongi had gotten so quiet. When yoongi wasn't spinning at 100mph he sat up from his curled head in his hand's position. He put a hand to his stomach. he realized he need a bathroom pronto. he hopes out of the car and slammed the door shut. He put a hand to his mouth and practically ran to the fancy apartment complex. Hobi was right behind him. Before namjoon can even say a word. The two run inside. Yoongi was hoping he could make it to the bathroom in his room upstairs but seeing as his mouth begins to overflow with what tasted like his third cup of decayed coffee he also mapped out the closes public bathroom on the bottom floor. Yoongi's stomach is kinda weak but he's always been the one to have control over it. He choked out a few gags but managed to keep going. all the way to his room. waiting in the elevator had to have been the hardest. just standing there holding back everything was hard. Hoseook was by his side comforting him.

hoseok wasn't feeling great at all but he wasn't seconds from up-chucking like his hyung. A wave of dizziness caught him just as hoseok used his key to open the door. yoons felt like he was gonna lose his balance and fall to the floor. His eyes began to blur as the automatic lights flicked on killing his migraine. He almost lost it then and there, in fact, a sick dripped down his hand onto his shirt. hosoek helped steady him and got him to the guest bathroom, yoonngi really wanted to go up to his personal one but beggars can't be choosers. His wet hand latched onto the porcelain and he heaved loudly. He gagged and lurched his head into the toilet again, vomit splattered everywhere hitting his own face, the seat, and his tightly gripped hands. Hoseok had been patting his back and trying to comfort him, but after hearing so many deep retches and watching as the vomit splashed back, watching that reactivated his own nausea and he had to grab the little trash can under the sink and join him in his hyung vomiting session. Yoongi could hear his love losing his lunch behind him. They were setting each other off Round after round. When he finally got a chance to breathe a surge of negative thoughts plagued his mind. There they were, they could have been doing literally anything but this yoongi nose deep into the toilet, shivering from the extremely cold bathroom, cold white tiles touching his skin. Waiting patiently for the next round. They could have been relaxing together, or catching up with Namjoon or I don't know they could have been on the date yoongi planned for them?!! but instead, they sit in this putrid bathroom where yoongi can't hold his lunch and hoseok gets close to losing his. He knew he had to make the night better than this he had to turn it around somehow. Maybe if his stomach is calm enough he can clean off his face and hands and comfort his hobi.

Yoongi decided he was done no matter how much his stomach argued with that fact. Once he felt steady enough he rose from the ground and flushed the toilet. He limps over to the sink, his legs were half asleep from sitting on the floor for so long. He washed his hands of the putrid sick and his face. Feeling better already simply due to the fact that he was cleaner. Then he limped over to his boyfriend his legs beginning to wake up on the way. He squatted down and gave a comforting hug to hobi. Hobi felt yoongi's warmth cover his entire back like a warm loving blanket. Hoseok began to forget about his panicking stomach. Dissolving into yoongi's warmth. They stayed like that until hoseoks stomach completely calmed down. As soon as it did hoseok turned around and held the other. They sat on the floor in silence holding each other. The silence was eventually broken by a banging on the door. Ignoring it for a moment knowing it was probably namjoon He asked his hobi. "how is your stomach feeling?" yoongi says looking into the other's sleepy eyes. *hears banging again* " Much better" hoseok answers Sweetly smiling. " do you feel well enough to go on our date?" yoongi asked. " do you?" hobi replied back. " yes, yes I do" yoongi lied straight through his teeth but he refused to let this night end without the date. * banging and distant hyungs yelled out by joon could be heard in the background* " great, I do too" hobi answers with a smile. "Then it's settled," yoongi says getting up off the floor and heading to the door While hobi heads for the room upstairs to take a quick shower and grab something nicer to wear. Yoongi opened the door mid-knock. Namjoon still stood there with his arm up in a knocking position.

" hyung" namjoon says. "you guys ok? you two have taken a while." namjoon says concerned. " we were a little sick but we're ok now. Hoseok is getting ready for the date and I'm about to do the same." yoongi says calmly. yoongi moves to the side of the door frame to allow namjoon to enter the room. He sat and waited don't the couch. Yoongi was excited again the date was back on and his hobi was ok. he ran upstairs to go get ready. slowing down just at the top when his stomach felt a little angry from the movement. He entered the bathroom. hoseok was in the other part of the room taking a shower he turned off the lights and began brushing his teeth in the dark. He had to keep his migraine in place. if he could keep it in place then he could do the same for his stomach. After all, his migraine was what was making the ride much worse than it was anyways. He still felt a little dizzy from it even now. He was brushing his tongue when he accidentally made himself gag. Pulling his toothbrush out of his mouth he gagged wetly over the sink. A bit sick hitting the sink bottom. Hobi must have heard the gag because he yelled back from the shower. " are you, ok love?" " I'm fine just brushing my teeth. yoongi answers. hoping to not make hobi worry. His stomach was angrier but completely empty now. He cleaned the sick and rinsed his mouth.

---Timeskip ---

hobi and yoongi had finished geting ready for the date. Hobi was feeling good and from the way, yoongi was staring at him he must have been looking good too. namjoon gave the two a compliment on the way to the car. Happy to see that his members found love in each other. All the other members suspected they'd end up in a relationship. Joon even joked about it with Jungkook once. It was nice to see the two happy and in love. yoongi wishes he could feel the love that obviously infects this car but the most he feels is his stomach turning and shifting nervously about riding with namjoon again. this time though his migraine had only worsened he managed to survive the ride. it helped greatly that namjoon drove much smoother as well. He just had been nervous when he first drove them. They'd arrived at the restaurant. My stomachs are still intact. yoongi's head was pounding but absolutely nothing was going to stop him tonight. They were seated in a secluded area. The waiter brought over forks and knives and asked for a drink selection. If yoongi's head wasn't a mess he'd ask for a sojo but he was he no state for a buzz. The only buzz he was having tonight was the buzzing pain in his head. The two talked about their day over light candles. Hoseok takes about the new dance moves he's been learning and teaching. He discusses how the album is coming along explaining that it'll be out pretty soon.

The have a good time

yoongi gets worse

hobi takes care of him

hobi struggles again too help and namjoon steps in the hlp the two

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