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ilygetou · 9 months

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heyy love ! can I request a villain izuku ! x female reader ! I would like to see reader being a spoiled “ daddy’s gurl “ n’ izuku is sent on a mission to kidnapp her n’ make her dad pay off the debt to him 👙 the drabble is nsfw of course ! also kinks can be : degrading, dumfriction, pet play n’ a bit of body worship ! ( you can write this request only if you’re comfortable with it / have motivation for it ! )

DEBT COLLECTOR, IZUKU MIDORIYA.

Oh no! your father forgot to pay back some debt! :( & that resulted in having an infamous villain; izuku midoriya more known as “deku” to come and kidnap you and force you to stay at his hideout until your father pays back his debt. But! your father seems to be hiding somewhere to avoid paying back his debt, oh well! izuku has no choice but to send your father a little video tape that may convince him to come out and pay back his missing debt! <3

CW. dubcon, kidnapping, pet play, usage of pet names, orgasm denial, edging, kinda bimbo! reader, degrading (he’s v mean), overstimulation, face fucking (sorta?), non con recording, blackmailing, size kink, finger sucking, cum swallowing, facial, doggystyle, choking, hair pulling, pussy slapping (1), dacryphilia, dumbification, spitting, & creampie.

note. this took way too long i’m so sorry😭 i put my whole pussy into this, it’s like 4,500 words</3

Getting sent into a mission to kidnap an innocent girl because of her father forgetting to pay back some debt? the villain could almost feel bad, poor you getting dragged into this huge mess just because of your careless father.

but izuku isn’t the type of person who would turn down a huge sum of money. At first, he didn’t want to do this mission but the person who assigned him the mission promised him a huge amount of money if he did the job correctly. And now that money was involved, he couldn’t say no, he could never say no to money.

izuku is pretty confident about his strength & skills so kidnapping you should be a piece of cake. His plan went on like this; 1. kidnap you 2. threaten your father by using you as a hostage 3. your father paying up the money he forgot to pay back 4. releasing you. 5. getting his paycheck.

pretty nice, easy plan if you ask izuku.

you were currently out, on your way back home. Izuku was hiding inside his van behind a huge sign covering his vehicle, you had a grin plastered on your face, lips plum n’ glossy as you were chewing a bubble gum, your shirt too tight and small — your breasts particularly spilling out the skimpy top, your skirt was short if you just try to bend over izuku is pretty sure anyone behind you would get a perfect view of your ass.

well this should be interesting for izuku. He thought he’d be dealing with a decent looking girl, not too pretty and not ugly either but probably wouldn’t pique the villains interest. but by the looks of it he will be dealing with a slutty one, a very gorgeous one if he may add.

izuku hopped off his van, watching from a distance how you made your way into a quieter area that was not so full with people, this would make the job easier for izuku.

izuku approached you, hands in his pockets with a fake-smile on his face. “hello, y/n if i may assume?” the green haired villain uttered in a sweet, soft voice. you immediately looked up at him with a small smile, “yes? do i know you?” izuku chuckled as he removed a hair strand from your face, “i’m one of your fathers good friends, been friends with your old man for a long time” izuku came with a half assed lie that you immediately believed.

you snorted out a laugh, “my father? you know him? but you look young to be friends with my father” izuku patted your head before bending down and whispering something in your ear, “let’s go talk in a more private area, yeah?” you squint your eyes in suspicion before nodding your head, the freckles covering the guy's face and his sweet smile along with his soft voice made you trust him so easily.

izuku smirked as you continued following behind him, the dumb smile you had on your face as you hummed a song not knowing what was about to happen to you as you kept following izuku to where he had his vehicle parked.

izuku stopped in his tracks, you raised a brow in confusion before eyeing the big white van in front of you — “is this your..what should I call it? erm.. car?” you snorted, a small laugh escaping you. You were obviously making fun of him, mocking him even. Izuku clicked his tongue, do you really think an infamous villain like him would be driving an old vehicle like this? Izuku let out a sigh before his fake smile returned back, “yes, it’s kinda in a bad shape though, got into so many accidents.”

you didn’t respond to midoriya and gave him your back as you started inspecting the vehicle, it was white & dirty, it also looked old. It’s definitely not something you’d never step your foot in. While you were taking your sweet time, midoriya took out a piece of cloth and without making any noises — he slowly creeped up from behind and placed it on your mouth.

Your eyes widened in shock, you tried to struggle but izuku was much bigger and stronger than you. You kept trying to get out of his grasp before you slowly began losing consciousness. “well, that wasn’t so hard,” midoriya chuckled to himself.

You started regaining consciousness, your vision was a bit blurry, you saw a muscular figure approaching you and your eyes immediately widened. You immediately got reminded of everything that happened a few hours ago, you tried moving but found yourself unable to, your hands were chained against the wall but your legs were free, you tried speaking up only for your voice to be muffled from the duct tape covering your mouth.

“oh? you’re already up? took you long enough” the figure in front of you spoke and you immediately recognized it as the sweet man from earlier. Who also claimed to be one of “your father’s good friends.” You had a semi-confused look on your face, making midoriya look you up and down before slowly bending down to reach your face, “listen here sweetheart, your father forgot to pay back some debit that he was supposed to pay a long time ago but because of someone (you) your father had some hard timing paying it all back” izuku paused for a moment, scanning the look on your face.

“And, until your father pays all the money back, you’ll be held back here, don’t worry nothing will happen to you at least i haven’t been assigned to do anything to you, yet” your eyes were filled with terror, you had so much stuff to say but that stupid tape wasn’t giving you a chance to do so.

For the past two hours, you’ve been trying to break free from the chains — izuku was watching you from a distance do so, your breasts bouncing everytime you moved which made this worthwhile of midoriya’s time.

“careful there, if you move again you may accidentally flash me your tits” you felt your face heat up in embarrassment, your eyes slightly twitching in annoyance. Izuku’s attention went from you to his buzzing phone, he took out his phone and answered the call without looking at the caller id.

“yeah she’s here” “no, she won’t be going anywhere i chained her up” “mhm, i’ll see what i can do” “yeah, i’ll give you updates” “oh? anything? alright then.” you seemed to be confused by the villain’s nonchalantly responses, he then soon ended the call and his attention was all fixed on you.

“that was my ‘boss’, he called for updates on the situation... nevermind that though, he said i can do anything i want with you since your father seems to be hiding somewhere to escape paying back his debt, too bad for you.” your eyes widened in shock, your father was not in debt. you were sure of that.

your father was a nice, sweet, gentleman that everyone liked and trusted. He never loaned money from anyone, at least that’s what you thought. Your father spoiled you with expensive stuff all the time, bags, make-up, clothes, and a new car every year.

It was so obvious that your father loved you so, so much. So, why is he not telling the cops about this? Is he not concerned about you or your safety? You’ve been gone for almost half of the day.

Izuku has snapped you out of your thoughts when he suddenly removed the duct tape from your mouth, you started panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.

Once you did, you looked at izuku with narrowed eyes, “my father is not in debt! you’re lying!” izuku simply let out a scoff and rolled his eyes, “you don’t have to believe me, but we have to make a small video for your father, could you help me with that?” the villain took out a camera and shaked it around, you cocked your head in confusion.

“what kind of video?” and the villain smirked, “oh, you’ll see soon enough, just have to take those chains off, and don’t try running away, boss said i could hurt you if you misbehaved and you don’t want that, right?”

your brows furrowed before you hesitantly nodded your head, once midoriya took off your chains – you let out a sigh of relief, your arms were sore from being in the same position for so long. “What are we going – oh yeah! sir, you haven’t told me your name?” The green haired villain found it unusual that you’re talking to him with such a calm tone, as if you aren’t being held captive right now.

“My name isn’t that important” he replied, you frowned at his nonchalant reply, “but what am i supposed to call you? mr.green hair?” you whined, izuku bit his lips hard, trying to hold himself not to cuss at you right now. “It’s izuku” he finally said, “izuku? Oh! Are you that bad guy who goes by the name deku?” midoriya has no time to answer your questions, he ignores you – he has more important things to do, for example recording that stupid video for your father.

As izuku was setting up the camera and the stuff he needed to record the video you were bombarding him with questions, he couldn't believe that despite the situation you’re in you still remained calm — not only that but you also knew who he was. Usually once someone hears his name they would tremble in fear, some might even fall on their knees as they shake in fear.

You probably didn’t know about his heinous crimes, he wasn’t surprised – you don’t look like someone who would be interested in what’s happening around the world.

Once midoriya got everything done, he clicked his tongue, he turned to you only to find you already inspecting the stuff on the table he let out an annoyed sigh “i need you to sit on that chair” he pointed towards a metal chair that looked uncomfortable to sit on. The villain’s gaze was serious & you were pretty sure he was getting tired of you & your questions. Which was true, izuku wanted this to end quickly.

Once you were seated on the chair, izuku came up from behind you & held both of your wrists together & then tied them behind the chair. You slowly started to panic when he brought out a blindfold & placed it on your eyes — “what’re you doing..?” izuku could hear a hint of fear in your voice which made him smirk.

“don’t worry, i won’t hurt you,” he raised your chin to make you look at him even though you can’t actually see him because of the blindfold but you can sense him standing in front of you.

You heard the sound of the camera turning on, “it’s recording” the guy standing in front of you muttered, your breath hitched – nervous about what type of video you two were about to record.

“open up” you hesitantly opened your mouth, your figure shaking a bit for what’s awaiting you. Izuku places two of his long, slender fingers on your tongue. “Now suck on ’em” & you obey by wrapping your lips around his fingers, sucking on them like you’re sucking on lollipops.

This goes on for a quite a while—until the villain finally decides to take out his fingers which were now drenched with your saliva. He smeared your saliva on his clothes, in an attempt to remove the essence from his fingers. Without any further warning or instructions from the green-haired man, you were suddenly pulled into a kiss, a messy one.

You were taken aback from his sudden actions, his tongue was in your mouth, he was exploring every part of your mouth with his tongue until salvia started dripping down from both of your chins. That’s when he decided to pull out of the kiss. You were trying to catch your breath when you suddenly heard the sound of a belt being undone and getting thrown onto the floor—creating a loud thud that startled you.

Izuku had his cock out, it was slightly curving upwards with veins running along the underside, his slit dripping with pre-cum from you sucking on his fingers earlier, he held it with one hand—his other hand going to grab a pair of...cat ears? “here, ’m gonna have you wear those,” he places the cat ears on top of your head, positioning it to fit your head perfectly.

Izuku starts slowly stroking his dick, rubbing the tip with his big thumbs before going to grab another thing from on top of the table. A collar and a leash.

He tied the leash to the collar before he wrapped the collar around your neck, you were confused. You couldn’t see anything because of the blindfold blocking your vision so you didn’t know what izuku was up to.

Once the villain saw you with the leash & cat ears on, he immediately smirked & turned towards the camera “Now Mr. L/n, how do you like your daughter being treated like a damn animal?” you were even more confused, animal? huh? You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts when you felt yourself being pulled—izuku pulled you by the leash & forced your face down to get closer to his throbbing cock.

Izuku has a massive grin on his face as he places the tip of his dick on your lips and starts smearing his pre-cum all over your lips before telling you to open up again. At first you were scared to listen until izuku repeated himself once more but this time, his voice came out raspy and aggressive making you obey him immediately.

Izuku shoved his cock into your mouth as soon as you gave him access to it, you felt the air getting knocked out of you. He was big & thick, your mouth was so full with his dick, midoriya suddenly thrust his hips, “suck” he orders & you start by sucking on his mushroom tip, giving his tip the attention it deserves.

You weren’t aware that the camera was now zoomed on you capturing how the infamous villain’s cock was fully stuffed in your mouth, izuku held the camera with both hands, zooming on your face—the blindfold covering your beautiful eyes, but your tears stains were visible on the black blindfold—he zoomed on your mouth, leaving some space to show how his cock was all the way in your little mouth, your lip gloss smudged all over your face as you struggled to take izuku’s cock fully.

You stretched your tongue to caress the underside of izuku’s dick, another futile attempt to try and take him full, you began hollowing your cheeks & bobbing your head up & down his cock. Salvia kept dripping from the side of your chin as you tried to satisfy the villain. Izuku groaned, a heavy sigh leaving him from his sensitive tip being engulfed by your warm throat.

Izuku holds the camera with one hand, his other hand now resting on his hair as he bites his lips so hard to hold back any sound from slipping—he only lets out a curse before cumming down your throat.

“Ah, what a slut, now why don’t you swallow & show the camera?” he focuses the camera on your face, waiting for you to swallow his warm fluids. You nervously gulped down his semen. “Open wide,” and you obliged, your mouth was wide open with your tongue slightly out to show deku that you listened & swallowed all his cum.

Izuku placed the camera back on the table, he went back behind you and untied the ropes that held your wrists together—the blindfold still on though. “get on all fours” he orders, you really didn’t comprehend what deku said, you were still trying to catch your breath. Izuku kissed his teeth, showing hints of annoyance. “I don’t like repeating myself,” izuku rolled his eyes before pulling you by the leash again, making you let out a yelp—he was pulling so hard you were basically choking.

You coughed a few times before doing as you were told, you got on all fours, slightly arching your back in a way that had your ass all out, your skirt rose up to your back—flashing the villain your white panties that hugged your pussy lips so well. Izuku smirked, bringing the camera and moving it closer to your ass, he brought two fingers, the same ones you sucked on—and started massaging your cunt from above your panties, moving his fingers at a slow, teasing pace.

As izuku continued doing so, he noticed a wet patch forming on your underwear. He pulled down the fabric, your glistening pussy all exposed for him now. You shivered once you felt his fingers running through your folds, “d-don’t” izuku scoffed, why were you giving izuku orders? Do you know who you’re speaking to right now? Without any reply or further movements from izuku you thought he listened & decided to stop. Only for you to suddenly gasp and wince in pain once you felt a harsh slap land on your pussy, causing your body to wobble and for you to let out a sob.

“don’t ever try telling me what to & what not to do, nor try defying my orders, do you even understand who’s standing in front of you right now?” you quickly nodded your head, low sobs leaving as you continually nodded your head—izuku let out a frustrated sigh, if only you weren’t this arrogant & just stayed quietly and did as izuku told you. That would’ve made the job way easier for the villain.

Izuku slowly started stroking his dick, his other free hands roaming and touching your ass, his fingers getting in between your folds n’ spreading them, revealing your tight hole to him. He fastened his movements, he quickly gripped your hair—forcing you to face him, your face so close to his twitching cock before ropes of his thick cum completely covered your face. You tensed up at the new feeling, his cum so hot it slightly burns your face, the blindfold also getting stained.

Izuku made sure to capture that on video, a wide grin spread across his face. “you look better like this” izuku pushed you down, pressing your upper body to the floor while your ass was high up in the air, two of his fingers were teasing your little cunt—you whined in frustration.

Having the blindfold blocking your view, a collar around your neck that was kinda small you felt like it was slowly choking you, and having izuku tease you in any way he wanted was all too frustrating, you couldn’t take it.

Izuku pushed two fingers, your walls immediately clamping and fluttering around his fingers, izuku chuckled—were you enjoying this? “c’mon kitten, are you serious?” he said in a teasing tone that had you filled up with embarrassment, “i’m not! What are y-you sa—!” izuku started thrusting his fingers in n’ out of your gooey cunt, cutting you off.

He moved the camera to the view of his skilled fingers going in n’ out of your pussy, capturing how slick kept dripping and coating his fingers and the way his fingers kept thrusting at a rapid speed that had your body start to slightly shake.

You tried your hardest to hold in your moans, to prove that you’re not enjoying this, that you didn’t like it at all. But your body failed you, coherent moans falling from your mouth with every thrust of his fingers, making izuku snicker.

Your moans turned into whimpers when izuku withdrew his fingers from your pussy, you were so close to your release—you let out a sob and a whimper of the villain’s name.

Not giving you any mind, izuku rubbed the tip against your clit, he kept repeating the same motion until your clit became all swollen n’ puffy—izuku slowly aligned his cock with your entrance, with a rough thrust of his hips, he was already fully inside you.

“n-no..can’t take it! please pull out!” you plead, izuku was stretching you wide open with his sheer size, tears started forming on the corner of your eyes, your mouth hang ajar, “big…i can’t” you kept babbling and all could izuku do was smirk, your pleadings and babbling only boosted his ego—giving you an experimental thrust just for you to let out a sob.

After a while of slow, sloppy thrusts you slightly got used to his size. Low, muffled whimpers leaving you with every thrust.

His dick was massaging your insides, with every slam of izuku’s hips, lewd sounds fell from your mouth, izuku picked up his pace, placing one of his hands on your hips to pull you closer—his other hand busy holding the camera.

He pounded into you from behind low grunts & moans leaving him, his dick hitting your sweet spot with every rough thrust of his hips—your walls clamping & fluttering around his cock. “Ah—shit, knew you liked that—fucking slut” he grunts, his pace remaining steady and rough.

“what’d you think your father will do once he watches this video?” his hands traveling to play with your clit, your breath hitched, your tongue lolled out—unable to answer the villain’s question. “Well, it’s not like i care about what he’ll do—it’s not my problem.”

Your blindfold got loose completely falling off, you were met with the wall in front of you. Your vision getting blurry from the tears that were about to form. You couldn’t see what kind of face or expression izuku has as he was fucking you from behind. You could only hear his low groans and moans.

Izuku pulled your hair, you threw your head backwards as you met izuku’s gaze, he placed his hands on your chin and forced open your mouth. Staring from above you was a mischievous looking izuku, you were lost in thought, your eyes glued to the green haired man’s eyes while your mind was all fuzzy from the feeling of izuku’s cock messing your insides.

Suddenly, you felt a glob of warm spit surfing on your tongue. And that’s when it hit you, izuku spat on your tongue, your eyes widened—as if you were just brought back to reality. “Come on, swallow” he grunts, impatient. And the way he stared at you with daunting eyes sent a shiver down your spine, his grip on you was strong, his eyes settled on your face and you hesitantly swallowed down his spit, your face scrunched up in disgust. Izuku grinned before resuming to his brutal pace, knocking the air out of you.

His tip kept hitting your cervix, earning filthy, lewd sounds from you. Your face was all messed up, your makeup melted, your cheeks were stained with tears from earlier, and your mouth hung open—drool dripping with every thrust of his hips. You couldn’t take it—you really couldn’t, his cock kept hitting your deepest spots which made you lose your mind, your body went limp, as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Izuku was getting closer too, the way his cock twitched inside you every time your walls hugged his dick was getting him closer and closer. Izuku pulled your lesh, a choked moan left you—whining as he kept pulling it until you could barely breathe. His cock pulsates by the warmth of your little cunt. “Ah fuck, i know i said i wanted this to end quickly but holy shit kitten, didn’t know you would feel this good.”

Your cat ears that were placed on your head slightly falling off with every jolt of the villain’s hips. He threw his head back, his dick spasmed before filling up your pussy with white globs of cum. Izuku paused for a moment to catch his breath, Afterwards izuku turned off the camera and placed it anywhere besides him. He then pulled your head backwards to inspect your expression.

You had the same fucked out expression as earlier, the only difference was that you were trying to catch your breath as well—small puffs leaving you, your face was hot but, you still didn’t reach orgasm. Which left you unsatisfied.

Your body was already overstimulated and you knew that you couldn’t take any more but the aching feeling between your legs and the knot in your stomach made you crave for more. “i-izuku…i need more, please! still didn’t cum yet..” you whisper, hoping the villain heard you.

Izuku laughed, instead of getting a “alright” you received a laugh fit from the villain. “Did i fuck you too dumb that you forgot who you’re talking to?” izuku pulled you off his cock, his cum leaking from your small hole and staining the floor beneath you, “did you forget that you’re kidnapped? And is used as a hostage? I’m doing this for the money, I have no obligations to fulfill your needs.” he threw at you, and you felt your eyes swell up with tears.

You were not used to this kind of treatment. No, you were used to getting everything you want and need, no one has ever said the word “no” to you, so hearing it—no, hearing it in a rather aggressive manner made you cry, your cheeks already stained with tears.

Izuku clicked his tongue, he tried to ignore your cries and tug his cock into his pants but your crying and whining made his cock twitch back into life. A loud annoyed sigh left him, “if you want to cum this badly, then you could suck me off while also playing with your little pussy, how does that sound?”

You went quiet for a moment, it still doesn’t sound so fulfilling, since you’re still going to work for your orgasm yourself. But maybe having the villain’s cock in your mouth would make you finish faster?

While you took your sweet time thinking, izuku was going through your sex tape with him. And suddenly, his phone buzzed, a text message notification from his ‘boss’—the guy who assigned him this mission. Izuku read it and his eyes twitched, his expression falling into a not so pleasant one.

Before you could give izuku your answer he spoke up; “seems like your father has already paid up, so this thing–” he waved the camera that had a view of your back getting blowed by him before speaking up again; “this things is useless now, really wanted to sent it to your dad though” he grumbles, in disappointment.

“At least my mission is now done, you could go back to being ‘daddy’s spoiled brat’” you pouted, eyebrows knitted together, “But what about—” izuku caught you off, “Yeah I know, you think i’m about to get blue balled as well?” he shrugs before pulling down his pants.

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believesthings · 8 months

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Lose Your Mind // Ted lasso x reader

Summary: just a quick little fic while I work on some bigger projects. inspired by @my-soupy-brain’s “Together At Last” fic. Basically, Ted asks you to come to nelson road early before everyone else has clocked in, smut ensues from there.

Warnings: smut smut smut.

You’ve never heard the office so… quiet before. The sound of your footsteps is the only thing in your ear as you pace down the hallway to Ted’s office.

You were practically galloping.

Ted had been gone with the team for a stint of away games while you had stayed back with Higgins to take care of some Admin tasks.

As ridiculous as it probably sounded, it was the longest you’ve been away from Ted since you started dating and you missed him terribly.

When you got a message from Ted asking you to meet him early at Nelson Road this morning, you wasted no time.

“Ted?”

“Well, hey there sugar plum.”

God, he was a sight for sore eyes. His hair was slightly disheveled, stubble growing where he hadn’t shaved in a few days, his sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms.

“Hi.”

He’s leaving against his desk, folding his arms over his chest. “Sorry to bother you so early, I just - we’ve been so busy and I haven’t gotten to see ya and I just wanted a little time for us, sorry it has to be like this.”

“That’s alright. God, I missed you.” You sprint to him, wrapping your arms around his middle and burrowing your face in his chest.

“Me too, sugar. You have no idea.” You can feel the vibrations of his chest underneath you when he speaks. His hands are reaching up to rub your back.

“You know, this is the longest I’ve gone without kissing you.” Ted says.

“Oh yeah? How you holding up?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Not well. I’m all upside down and sideways. I almost put shaving cream on my toothbrush this morning.”

You looked up at him, taking his chin in your hand and running your hand over the stubble forming there. “Well, thank goodness you made it back to me in one piece. We should probably take care of that kiss situation before anything bad happens to you.”

You lean up and begin pressing kisses to his jaw but he quickly grabs you face and lifts your head up to his lips. Thank god no one is here because you’re practically moaning into his mouth.

He turns you over and lifts you up onto his desk, reversing your positions. He stands between your legs, running his hands up your thighs while you undo the buttons of his shirt. The cold, hard wooden desk wasn’t exactly the ideal spot for this, but at the moment, neither you really seemed to care. Once you had undone all the buttons you were pushing the fabric off his shoulders, you dip down and kiss the sensitive spots of his neck, whimpering while you writhed beneath him. Ted was losing his mind at the sensations you were creating. Your mouth was sucking at his pulse points, body pressed up against his. With your legs wrapped around his lower half, you’re pulling his growing erection closer towards you, Ted was acutely aware that only a bit of fabric separated him from your sweet pussy.

Fuck it, he decides. Your dress has already risen to an obscene height and he guides the material up your body, encouraging you to lift your arms and remove the garment completely.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers against your mouth.

You move your hands to undo his belt. Ted always takes such care to make sure that you’re satisfied and you really want to make this one about him. You were pushing his khakis off his body but once you started to go for his boxers, he grabs your wrists.

“Honey…” he warns, he is still kissing on your chest but he is acutely aware that you’re in public and while your both here early, that didn’t mean that someone couldn’t show up at any moment.

“No sex, Ted. Not right now. I don’t think we’re gonna have time for that this morning. But, you’ve been away and I want to make this good for you.” Even though you are the only two there, you’re still whispering like someone could bust in at any moment. “Don’t worry about me. Just let yourself enjoy it.”

He lets out a whimper at your words and nods letting you continue pushing off his boxers. You can feel his erection buck forward towards you once you completely get his clothes off. Reaching down, you push your panties, leaving you both completely naked. Ted could feel himself getting impossibly hard. He hasn’t really anticipated things going this far but he trusted you enough to do as you said, to just let his body react and enjoy your movements. He loved the way you felt moving underneath him. He leaned you back onto the desk and took in the sight you pinned beneath his body. You took his cock in your hand, stroking him, seeming to take your time over every ridge and groove as if you weren’t already intimately familiar with it. He moaned out in response to your movements.

“Oh my god - honey.” He croaks out.

Your other hand crawled up to the back of his head and you pull him down into a hungry kiss, quieting his moans with your own mouth as you continue to stoke his cock. Ted’s breathing is getting heavier when he begins to feel you position the head of his cock just outside the center of your pussy.

He tenses up, you break the kiss and force him to look at you. “Relax, baby.”

He nods although he really wasn’t sure what your were about to do.

“Look at me.” You whisper. He fought to keep his eyes open and focused on you. When he felt you take the tip of his cock and grind it against the wetness of your pussy, he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Oh god”. He moans out. It takes every ounce of self control he has to keep from thrusting his hips forward and entering you. He knows how tight you would be and being away you from you for so long, he wants you badly, more than he wants his next breath.

You’re far from unaffected yourself. You were naked. He was on top of you. His chest on perfect display for you, his cock positioned at your entrance, teasing your pussy, causing you to practically drop onto the surface of his desk.

It wouldn’t have taken much. All you would have to do is slide your body a few inches down and he’d be inside you. But you knew this wasn’t the place for it. People would be filing in any minute, if they haven’t already. You can feel your self control beginning to slip so you decide to reposition yourself so that temptation wasn’t just a breath away.

Ted groaned at the loss of sensation, but there was also a sense of relief since he wouldn’t have to fight with his body to remain in control.

Truthfully, he wasn’t sure how much longer he would have been able to hold out. To compensate for the loss, you tighten the grip you had on him and watched his eyes fall shut. You wrapped your legs around him tightly, maintaining smooth, even stokes on his cock.

It wasn’t sex, but it felt amazing. Ted looked down at you, his lips brushing against yours as he continued to thrust into your hand. The sounds of your moans and the feel of your body, naked against his own, was enough to send him to the brink.

He began to move harder and faster against you, his breathing growing more erratic, until with one final push, he finally reached his release. He collapsed against you, trying to catch his breath. Once he finally did, he rolled off you.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He whispers, kissing the side of your head.

“Geez, sorry honey. It looks like I made a mess of you.”

You give him a shy smile as you start to clean yourself off and get redressed, “don’t worry about it.” You assured him. Ted retrieved his boxers and khakis and put them back on. You sneak into the bathroom to finish cleaning yourself up and make it look like you hadn’t just been engaging in incredibly naughty behavior in the workplace.

Once you return, you see Ted with a sheepish expression on his face, holding up a cup of coffee. “Sorry, darling. I bought this for ya this morning but I guess I got so wrapped up in our activity there that I forgot to give it to you. It’s probably cold by now.”

You take the cup from him anyway. “That’s alright.” Truthfully, after what you just did with Ted, you didn’t really think you’d need it.

You could hear the chatter of voice down the hall coming closer. Ted did a quick inspection of the office to make sure you hadn’t left behind any evidence of this morning’s events.

Ted gives you one final kiss goodbye. When he pulls back he whispers, “we’ll um - finish up the rest of this tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, Coach.”

He groans. He can’t tell if you genuinely don’t know how much it turns him on when you call him coach or if you do know and you do it anyway just to get a rise out of him.

“Love you, honey.”

You quip back, “I love you more.”

He grins at you, “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“I guess that’s just something we’ll have to settle tonight too.”

You give him one last kiss and you’re out the door, on the way to your own office before he can even process your words.

Glancing at the clock, he wants to scream at the amount of hours that stand between him and the promised tonight. He loves coaching. His loves this team. but god, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and what you had in store for him.

If he knows you as well as he thinks he does, he was sure it was bound to make him lose his fucking mind.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso imagine #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso smut #ted lasso reader insert #smut #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fandom

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demonslayedher · 3 months

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The Taisho Secret canon content regarding The Legend of Zenitsu has unfortunately made me have to give up beloved concepts in this future!Zennezu headcanon post. Most specifically, Old Man Zenitsu's with a mustache, because Word of Gotouge says he never grews facial hair. Zenitsu is probably far more disappointed than I am about this.

But also, it has all given me a much deeper headcanon about "The Legend of Zenitsu" being a bonding experience in their marriage, for Nezuko is a big fan, like so, what with Nezuko being a willing model for Zenitsu's praise-worthy paintings.

And is my brain spinning headcanons again? Yeah.

Zenitsu wished he could rub it in Tanjiro's face that he got a book deal. Not on everything, just on "The Demon Slaying Arc ~Fated Encounters~," "The Heavenly Maiden Arc ~I Am Willing To Die For You~," and "The Life of the Man Who Loved The Spirit of the Plum Tree Arc." No one else deserved to know "The Tastiness of Nezuko-chan's Cooking" anyway, for Zenitsu had described it too well and it would be like sharing his wife with a bunch of slimy readers. Bad enough that he still had to share with Inosuke all the time.

But Tanjiro didn't rub it in. He smiled and made as kind a sound as even, and congratulated him.

Maybe Tanjiro had grown too mild to say or feel anything more than that.

Because Zenitsu had a publisher and small fan base, he got paid a small advance to keep writing. Not even to stop going to an office job in town, if he wanted to to keep spoiling Nezuko with nice things. The stroke to eager made him write "The Beautiful Swordswoman Nezuko Arc" in one night, but "The Golden Dragon Wandering Alone Arc ~Go And Rescue Nezuko!~" was one he slogged through. It was getting to be a handful, going to work and raising a kid living up to expectations now that people had them of him. It felt good at first, but it made the writing less fun.

His heart was hardly in it when he wrote the "Botamochi from Zenitsu Arc." The sales tanked, and Zenitsu's publisher didn't bother him when he said aside his pen for a while. It was a long while, and there were other things going on anyway.

Not long after Tanjiro died, Nezuko caught a flu that was going around. It honestly made Zenitsu a little glad to have an excuse to leave his kid with Aoi for a while so that he could have Nezuko to himself while she was contagious. He didn't need anyone's help to take care of him, because every cell down to his soul cared only about how he might pamper and comfort her.

"Nezuko-chan, come on and drink a little. It'll make your throat feel better."

"I can't. I don't want to," she moaned. Tears escaped her hopeless eyes. She still must have felt so gutted, and Zenitsu knew he could do little to fill her for the time being. Some of that hopeless look must had been from thinking she'd never be free of the headache, but at least that much he might be able to soothe.

"Why don't you rest your head on my lap for a change? Here, I'll stroke your forehead for you."

"You should sleep."

"I can do it in my sleep," he smiled to her. "Actually, did you know that the legendary hero Agatsuma Zenitsu can be even more powerful when he sleeps?"

At this, she gave him a weak smile. The first he'd seen lately. "Yes."

"It's true! It's because he can hear the sound of his wife at his side. It powers him up like lightning coming right out of his empty eye-sockets! Actually, there was one time when he blinded his enemy before the roaring sound of his power knocked him over."

"Or the sound of his snoring."

"No, no, it's thunder like it shoots right out of him! You see, it all started one night in a terrible, creepy forest, when he saw a helpless man swooped backwards into the tree tops..."

When Nezuko recovered, Zenitsu picked up his pen again, and published "Rumble of the Knock-Out Secret Swordsmanship of Zenitsu Arc ~The Legendary Man’s Eyes Shine With Light~" not long afterward. It sold decently, and it was nice to hear that he had some fans who were excited about it.

Life fell back into a new busy normal, and Zenitsu's muse was fickle. "The Potato Feudal Lord Arc" was just a passing thing for fun, not something he'd ever tell his publisher about. It was more fun for a while to try out other things, like painting. As long as Nezuko was his model, Zenitsu found he had a knack for it. He ran into Yushiro one time though, who told him he was a hack, and they got into a big argument that ended with Zenitsu throwing all his brushes and unused canvases at him and daring him to do better. Those had all cost a lot of money, so Nezuko was not happy about that. Likewise, she wasn't happy when Zenitsu refused to sell a painting of her and tore his pants while throwing a fit.

By the looks of Nezuko's ledgers, it looked like Zenitsu was stuck at that desk job, selling electricity around the little mountain foothill town. He had been there so long that he got promoted for being good at sitting in the same chair for years, and that meant moving closer to a bigger town, closer to the growing metropolis, where Zenitsu felt right at home and Nezuko assured him she would adjust.

What would Tanjiro think, now that nobody bought charcoal anymore?

The world that once had demons seemed further and further away and the droll of adulthood stretched on, and powers he couldn't behead with a swift Thunderclap and Flash fought amongst themselves. More and more, there were expectations of Zenitsu, and people depending on him. He had to assure people they would still have light and heat even as Tokyo burned, and the sound of planes rattled his ears almost daily. He was a man of his community now, and the only one his family could depend on. At Nezuko's insistence, they collected nearly-blind Kanao and his nephews and niece, and he tried to insist to Inosuke to stay with them in town where there were bomb shelters, but Inosuke, just as responsible for his own family, felt he kept them safest going deeper and deeper in to the mountains.

Nezuko knew nothing but worries. Sometimes, he almost wished she could be back to a childlike state of mind, protected from all the pain and horrors she so unfairly had to endure. In the darkness of a bomb shelter, he hugged her close as she trembled. "Say, Nezuko-chan. Do you remember that time..."

"What?"

"...that time the great hero Agatsuma Zenitsu was a teeny-tiny, but very, very strong mouse?"

He could hear her worries lift, however slightly. Maybe that was all a mouse could do.

"Actually, it was when he was a little boy. You'd never guess it, but he was very cowardly. That was a terrible warlock with a fancy red mark around his eye painted him with a magic white makeup that turned him into a mouse!"

She stifled a snort against his chest. "Uzui-san..."

"Yeah, that was the warlock's name! Did I already tell you this story before?"

"A mouse?" his son clung tighter to him, sometime he hadn't done in years. Even when he was little he always clung to Nezuko instead anyway. Zenitsu could tell by the tone of his son's voice that he was already teary-eyed and sniffly.

"Yeah. A little mouse who thought he had no power at all. That the world was too big for him. But as it turns out..."

What really hurt was Nezuko's reaction. She sighed with disappointment, and lamented that this was why he spent so many long hours away from home.

That was a story Zenitsu recorded later, as a memory of those times. It stayed on his bookcase at home next to the Potato Lord story, now that the world was quiet again.

Business picked up really well. The world got brighter, and so did the indoor lighting. As a general sense of optimism filled the world again, the small but dedicated base of "Legend of Zenitsu" fans called for a new installment. He responded well to praise, and soon gave them "The Dragon Palace Arc ~Eternal Nezuko~," but being so busy as a highly promoted seat-warmer at the office meant he had things he had to do while sitting in that seat. He put on weight again, and spent a lot of sad, long evenings stuffing cookies in his face while streaming with tears that he couldn't be eating one of Nezuko's homecooked meals instead. "Sitting In A Happy Circle and Boiling Tea in Our Bellybuttons Arc" was something he secretly wrote at his desk as a form of silent protest. His publisher rejected that one after reading only one page.

Of course! He had to be at home to write his best work! He had to be in the same space as his muse, Nezuko! Another quickly written revenge work of his, "The Future Holds Zenitsu Arc," was considered one of his better ones.

After that, he was satisfied with writing for a while, and he muse pushed him to start playing (perfectly) the piano. Nezuko was not thrilled about the piano he bought.

If only he had taught it to Nezuko, then. Her joints all bothered her, but she kept sewing out of willpower.

This new hobby inspired another novel, and Nezuko inspired another novel after that of course, and the stress of their son getting married and wanting a lavish wedding inspired another novel and another novel after that was a desperate attempt to strike it big and get out of the debt that wedding cost them. After all, Zenitsu's daughter-in-law was a cutie and he wanted to spoil her. It made Zenitsu remember how cute Nezuko was when they were newlyweds, and before that too, of course, and now too, and before he knew it he had written yet another novel, despite his dwindling fan base. Nezuko sure liked that one, though, and that was all that mattered.

The years went by. Zenitsu felt he lost his mind over how his granddaughter got cuter every time he saw her, and he eventually reached some arbitrary age when his company could only promote him to retired. Aside from the aches in his legs, he felt as young as he always did, though. Kanao said it was probably the effects of Breath technique. It sustained them without reaching a threshold at which it would be dangerous to them.

Zenitsu still wrote sometimes. He stayed busier when his busy-body grandson read the old unpublished "The Birth of Zenitsu Arc" and insisted on learning Thunder Breath. That was like a new job Zenitsu never asked for, especially since he still only knew one of the original six forms, but Kiriya sent him a letter askeing him to give it a shot, for who knew what the future held. Certainly not demons, Zenitsu was assured of that much. If Yushiro gave his novels a bad review one more time, he'd make sure of there were no more demons left in the world.

He got back in touch with Inosuke. He thought it might never happen after he abandoned the old house and charcoal mill, but the whole time, Inosuke had been on the mountain next to it, where he had always been King of the Mountain. He still took care of the house, he said. But a King still had to be King. They weren't the only people on the mountain, though. Aoi paid house calls. Still, Zenitsu gave Inosuke a stern lecture about making Nezuko (as well as Kanao) worry, so Aoi made sure to drag Inosuke into the bigger and bigger city sometimes.

Zenitsu's newest hobby to drop money on was photography, but now that he was a pensioner, Nezuko did not mind so much. She even agreed to let him fulfill his dream of taking her to Paris. He was glad he had that camera, to prove how the city could not outshine her.

He was glad he took her when he did. Her joints made it harder and harder for her to get around, even though she always smiled and insisted Zenitsu's legs must hurt more. He didn't like it when she laughed and joked around about chopping her legs off to grow new ones.

"Grandpa," his youngest granddaughter looked to him with a tearful face, "Grandma was saying something about being a demon again. I wish she'd stop that."

"I know, right!? She's a princess, and the very spirit of a plum blossom tree! A shrine maiden too!"

"There's no way someone like Grandma would ever go to hell."

He paused, and his stomach sank.

Nezuko gave up her sewing. She spent more and more time in bed, but with no desk job to sit at and a grandson taught enough that he could be told to go off and practice on his own, Zenitsu spent his days writing again. He took a long time on that novel he wrote for her, putting in all the sorts of parts he knew she liked. Sometimes he couldn't help himself and reads parts aloud to her without telling her everything else that already happened in the story. She smiled and enjoyed each fragment anyway.

"I've finally got the title for this one!" he announced. "It's called, 'I Will Be In Love With You A Thousand Years Arc.' Perfect, huh? Well, maybe it's still missing something. A million years, maybe?"

"Zenitsu-san... tell me a story..."

"I am! I'm telling you the greatest story yet! It's about this immortal princess who..."

"Tell me a real story..."

He paused and listened to her heartbeat as she took a breath--a simple, unpracticed breath in tired human lungs. Nezuko still made the same warm sound that she always did. It had a different resonance when she was a demon, and when he carried another life inside her, but it was always uniquely her.

"I want to hear... about the time you spent with my brother."

"Tanjiro? Yeah, he... hasn't been in these for a long time. Maybe I'll bring him back."

"You cared so much about him," she smiled from her futon. "That was why you protected my box, before you even met me."

"He... yeah."

"I'm glad you were such good friends... I want to hear about all those good things that happened to you. About your Ojiisan, and your little bird..."

"Yeah," he grimaced to a smile, and the inside of his nose zapped like a storm was brewing. "I had a lot of good things happen to me. A lot of bad things too."

"It's up to you to decide if you're happy or not. I hope... you'll decide you were happy."

"Yeah," he said, the snot already flowing. "The happiest. I'll tell you all about it. I'll make it my best story ever."

"You promise...?"

He kissed her forehead. "I'd never be able to come up with anything better than the truth."

#whoa I wrote something sappy #but also whoa #I wrote fic again #Zennezu #my fics #Agatsuma Zenitsu #Kamado Nezuko

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bingoboingobongo · 1 year

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task force 141 + holiday traditions

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: buhruh the hardest thing abt this series is finding gifs istg

john price:

okay so i feel like price's favorite holiday tradition is watching the nutcracker

fhhdhshs ok this is like a super duper random headcanon that's gonna go off on a tangent here and if ur a possessive price girly maybe u won't like it but oh well

but i can see price like at one point having a small little relationship with some other lady whatever she's kinda irrelevant ngl

what matters is her child

omg that sounds bad wait lemme finish

what im trying to say is that the ex's child danced in the nutcracker and his ex brought him to see it

but this was like quite a few years ago

either that or he just dated a dancer that was in the nutcracker

idk man all that matters is that the tradition of watching the nutcracker was started

he likes going to a different theatre/company every year so it sorta switches it up

so sometimes he'll go watch the royal ballet or sometimes he'll watch some amateur recital thing

he just enjoys watching people dance and listening to the music

he thinks it's so cool how effortless they make it look

especially since he knows it's anything but

he really likes the mouse king vs nutcracker part in the beginning

and he thinks the dance of the sugar plum fairy is overrated

lives for the snow queen tho

kyle "gaz" garrick:

man kyle just likes to hang out with his family

mainly because his family has like twenty different traditions they do together

making gingerbread houses, making christmas sweaters, making ornaments

i mean it's like an advent calendar of christmas festivities at the garrick household

honestly gaz is a family man but he's not ready to have his own family yet ykwim?

like he loves his family

but he want to wait until he's older to have his own family

absolutely loves hanging out with his younger brother and sister tho

and we've already established this before but they're like little kids

so he likes sorta bringing the magic of the holiday traditions to them

one of his favorite traditions is to take his younger siblings on a drive to watch christmas lights

and then he drives until they fall asleep

it's so sweet

guys im becoming a gaz girlie ngl and it's criminal how little fics there r of him

anyways

simon "ghost" riley:

ok so idek if this counts as a tradition im ngl my family is not very festive but whatever

but simon really enjoys (and is really good at) making popcorn and cranberry garland

i mean guys let's be real

simon is a seamstress at heart and on the surface

i mean it's not like he has the time to stop by the store and get someone else to sew his mask on for him

there's just something so therapeutic about sewing

and he really likes the sweet and tart smell of cranberries mixed with the buttery smell of popcorn

it sounds weird on paper but irl it's really good (i assume)

he also eats a lot more cranberries than he probably should but tbh who can blame him

on another note he also really likes making sugared cranberries and just keeping them in a bowl so he can snack on them

and i can't even blame him bc i tried them for the first time during thanksgiving and oml they slap

so yeah he honestly just lives for cranberry stuff

but ofc like everything else about his life this is a secret that can never come to life

but he will decorate his house with strings of popcorn and cranberry garland

also every year he always eats some by the end

kinda gross ik but like same

he doesn't eat the popcorn tho only the cranberries

and even then he pulls them all off and washes them

but he doesn't always eat much because they taste sorta weird by then

but yeah ghost is an ocean spray cranberry juice kinda guy

john "soap" mactavish:

soap absolutely loves gift exchanges

white elephant, secret santa, or just general gift giving

it doesn't matter soap loves them all

he loves to see who he gets and to buy presents for them

and ofc he loves getting presents in return

plus he really likes seeing just how much thought and effort everyone puts into their gifts

and he always keeps a camera on hand during gift opening so he can try and get that perfect moment of surprise

he's gotten a few good shots but a lot of them are really blurry

he's not the best photographer okay

but yeah he just loves seeing everyone so happy

his favorite one is probably white elephant though

because the randomness adds to the fun

and he likes to be able to look back at some weird object and be reminded of the good memories

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

okay so call it corny call it cheesy call it lame

actually don't call it lame i will fight you

but whatever

anyways rudy really likes taking christmas family photos

his family does one every year on christmas day and he lives for it

one of his uncles is a photographer so it works out anyways

and they always get the family matching pjs or outfits or costumes or something

and his family has a whole album of them

so he literally has like a christmas picture every year since he was a baby

his favorite one was a few years back where his grandpa was santa, his grandma was mrs. claus, his parents, siblings, and him were elves, and then his nieces and nephews were reindeer

he keeps that one on a frame in his desk

and it's cool to see how every year the crowd gets bigger and bigger as people get married and have kids

and guys it's been happening for a while but i am a rudy girl at my core

i can't help it im sorry

alejandro vargas:

honestly i feel like alejandro really likes advent calenders

he doesn't even really know why it just gives him something to look forward to everyday

before his break starts he always brings rudy over to open the day's gift with him too

he usually gets different calenders every year

some years he gets ones that have candy or chocolate

and other years he gets some with pocket knives or tools

is that a thing?

tactical advent calenders?

idk they should be

sometimes when he's feeling especially festive he'll get himself a few different ones that way he can have multiple things to look forward to

his favorite one is the neuhaus chocolate ones

he really has to fight the urge to sneak one in a day early

idk alejandro's just a fan of chocolate in general

but like fancy chocolate not just like hershey's

he needs truffles or cadbury or specialty chocolate

is cadbury even fancy?

idk i've never had one

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jojolymes · 11 months

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𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎; thirty-one

࿔*:･ﾟ xxxi.

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"RIGHT THERE! Don't come any closer! This is a warning!" Gyro screamed from the clearing he and Johnny stood in. Your brow was still furrowed as you looked away from them, watching Hot Pants pull out his compass and fiddle with it instead. You watched the needle wobble slightly but it eventually pointed Northwest. You held back a sigh— if you could just summon Iron Maiden, the whole situation would have been solved and you wouldn't have seen Gyro or Johnny.

"We've lost nearly an hour here. No matter which path we take, we come back to this spot," he explained, leading his horse past the trees to face Gyro and Johnny, "the plums grown here in this orchard contain a lot of iron... that could be the reason my compass doesn't seem to be pointing in the right direction." You followed Hot Pants, ignoring Johnny's glance at you.

"Hot Pants, don't come any closer. We're thinking that you could be tracking us," Johnny stated, cupping his hand around his mouth to amplify his voice as he looked over at you, "... you too, Speedwagon. You're probably helping him." Hot Pants frowned as he glanced over at you, unable to discern the mixed emotions you hid beneath your bandana. Why the hell would you try and track them down after literally telling them you were leaving them? They were being... delusional!

"Didn't I tell you both earlier that I want nothing more to do with you? Why the hell would I go find you again?!" you yelled back, gritting your teeth as you watched Gyro roll his eyes. Before he could go and say anything to piss you off, Hot Pants extended his arm in front of you and shook his head slightly. You bit your tongue and ignored Johnny's glare.

"This is the fourth time we've come back here. Look at our tracks. They pass through four times, don't they? I'd like to know why," Hot Pants pointed out, signaling toward the dirt which just as he said had four different sets of tracks running through them. You watched as Gyro and Johnny looked at the tracks and couldn't contain the smirk that tugged at your lips, which even hidden beneath your bandana, Gyro seemed to sense.

"So? What's that to us? Get lost already!" Gyro said with a scoff, leaning back on his saddle, "We're never even going to trust you anyways, got that?!"Even though you were sure that his words were targeted at Hot Pants, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of an ache in your heart. You looked back down at the dirt, studying the tracks in the ground solemnly.

"Then I'll be the one to trust you." You whipped around to look at Hot Pants whose gaze had fallen on you momentarily. Again, you knew this was a discussion between the three of them from which you were merely supposed to stand by and listen. But there was something about it that made your stomach turn over with something that couldn't have been anxiety.

"You two... aren't bad people"— you could hear the hesitance in Hot Pants' voice and you almost laughed— "If you were, I'd already have killed you, how's that?" Gyro stared at Hot Pants from where he and Johnny were, eyes narrowed as if trying to seem intimidating (considering how relatively far away he was, it looked more like he was squinting at you and Hot Pants).

"What was that supposed to mean, Johnny? What was he talking about?" Gyro asked, cringing as you rolled your eyes from where you were. You weren't sure if Gyro was pretending to be dense or just terribly stupid. You sat back in your saddle, arms crossed as Johnny kept his eyes on you and Hot Pants.

"I guess he's saying that since we're both lost we should work together to find the right path. I've said it before but it's my opinion that he's not an enemy," Johnny uttered as Hot Pants turned toward you, making you sit up straight. He looked at you with confusion for a moment but then continued what he had started to do. You watched with silent interest as Hot Pants pulled out three wrapped sandwiches. He held one out to you discreetly, not a hint of emotion across his face— your cheeks burned when your stomach answered for you.

"Tell him to go eat shit, Johnny."

"Tell him yourself..."

"Eat shit, asshole! Fall off your horse!"

"Aren't we looking for the same path?" Hot Pants maintained as his brow furrowed, "Let's just cooperate until we find the main road." You ignored Gyro and Johnny's suspicion and instead slowly unwrapped your sandwich to see roast beef, eggs, and onion pressed deliciously between two slices of bread. You were sure from an outside perspective, you looked like you had been starving for ages with how you looked at the sandwich.

"So, let's say that we do trust you... what's in it for us if we cooperate?"

"I'll let you have some quality food if you're with me." Hot Pants threw the other two sandwiches at them, making you flinch. Your mind ran rampant as you took a quick bite of your sandwich (You should have snatched those sandwiches mid-air! But you knew better than to do that... Plus, you'd just worsen your wound... But if you could...). Gyro and Johnny's minds seemed to do the same, except they had actually worded them out loud.

"There's no poison," Hot Pants added haphazardly, turning his horse around to face the cabin that you had freaked you out every time you passed it. You hadn't said anything when you noticed the smoke on your last pass through but it looked like Hot Pants had now. You gave the cabin a wary glance, hoping that if there was someone in there that they weren't an enemy of any sort.

"Look. That house. Looks like there's somebody inside. It looks worn out but it must be inhabited," Hot Pants stated, not sparing a glance behind him at Johnny and Gyro who looked lost for a moment, "let's ask whoever is in there for directions. We'll just be stuck here if we don't ask." You didn't object to Hot Pants' ideas, no matter how much your stomach churned at the thought of even getting close to the cabin.

"A-Are you sure?" The question came out before you could stop yourself and you froze when Hot Pants shot you a confused look. You swallowed hard, eyes hovering on the window beside the front door. You stared at it until, for just a moment, you could have sworn the curtain moved. No, you must have just been hallucinating. Well, even if you hadn't been losing your mind, there still must have been someone in there. It was just the thought that they were watching you that was freaking you out.

"Never mind, it's probably nothing-"

"Shit! Here again?! That son of a bitch! This same place again!"

You pulled Thunder back, eyes widening as an unfamiliar rider shout out from the brush in front of you. He looked shot— eyes stuck in perpetual shock as he heaved, sweat pouring from under his hat. He glared at the cabin before realizing you were all there, steadying his horse as he fought to catch his breath.

"You guys! Are you guys lost too?!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..." Gyro began, looking far more pissed off than he had been moments earlier. Still, he seemed to be at a loss for words. Had he forgotten something? You wouldn't be surprised if he had just never learned the names of the other riders but to be fair, neither did you beside the top riders.

"That's Gaucho. He finished tenth in the third stage," Johnny reminded with a slight sigh, not bothering to look over at Gyro whose eyes narrows even further once he knew the name of the man in front of him. You just hoped Gyro wouldn't cause any trouble. Gaucho grumbled for a moment in what you deciphered to be Spanish, cursing away as his hands tightened around the reins of his horse.

"Hijo de la chingada madre! Always at the curtain by the door... always by the damn curtain," Gaucho fumed, glaring at the cabin window, "I've asked him over and over again how to get out of this damn orchard and each time he says "you'll find your way out after you kill me". That's it! I can't stand this! I'll give him what he wants!"

"What the hell is he talking about?" you uttered as you watched Gaucho hop off his horse, incomprehensibly angry. As he got off, you spotted a gun hanging from a holster on his hip, making you freeze. Your hand shot to the wound over your stomach, fighting a grimace when your own touch made your stomach tense.

"Get your ass out here, liar! I'll shoot you dead, just as you wish! Show yourself, coward!" Gaucho screamed, voice cracking with rage that you had yet to rationalize. It wouldn't be long before that though because not even seconds later, a man with short, white hair and a matching goatee walked out the door. His face scrunched into an unrecognizable emotion. Sadness? Disbelief? Weariness? You couldn't tell and it was that alone that made you swallow hard.

"Who the hell..." you muttered, readying Thunder's reins in case you needed to make a quick escape. The man hung his head low, newspaper in hand but not flipped to any specific page. Though you were sure that any newspaper was currently only covering the race and who the top riders were. Gaucho, who had made his way halfway between you all and the cabin took a half-step back as he stared dead ahead at the unknown man.

"Then, I humbly suggest we begin," the man stated, folding the newspaper in half before placing it gently on a chair that had been sitting right beside the cabin door. Gaucho took another half-step back, hand shooting to his hip right where his pistol sat. His back was drenched in sweat, making a darker stain on the back of his shirt. He stumbled back a bit more and stammered incoherently as the other man took a few steps forward.

"D-Don't fuck with me! If you want to be killed so badly... I'll do it! This is your last chance! Tell me the real path that will get me out of here!" You could only watch as the man made his way off his cabin's porch non-threateningly yet all-too-threateningly at the same time. You looked over at Hot Pants, gauging any reaction on his face. His brows were scrunched, jaw tight as his eyes slowly came to fall on you. You matched his expression and then looked back at the scene before you.

"I'm no liar, but if you want to call me that, I don't mind. But there is only one correct path," the man replied matter-of-factly, "if you want to get out of here, you must kill me. That is the path that is to be taken. A decision that must be made eventually..." Gaucho huffed from where he stood still facing the man despite the fear that clearly coursed through him. But if you were seeing things right, it seemed like the man was scared himself. His arms trembled, hand shaking over his gun holster.

"Gyro! Is that what I think it is?!"

"Wait, Johnny, I really don't understand the situation!"

"Your hands! Ha... Your hands are shaking!" Gaucho faltered, breathing hard as he kept his hand glued to his holster. The man took another step forward, facing away from Gaucho with a sigh. His hands still shook as he stood there and you silently hoped that both men would be too afraid to shoot the other. Thunder huffed impatiently beneath you but thankfully, she didn't buck like she had earlier.

"Yes. You are right... Perhaps it is because of fear," the man said, looking up at the clear skies, "that is also correct. It is possible that excessive strain on the body could cause it to freeze against one's will. The decision must be made. Allow me to speak of something equally important. The gun on your hip is an 1873 Colt. With this distance between us, our bullets will most likely not be able to reach their targets."

"We should go," you whispered, chest tightening as your palms tingled, sweat slowly forming across the skin. You looked over at Hot Pants but he was far too focused on what either man would do next. Not you. You wanted to leave. You couldn't be here. You had already been shot once and the only reason you hadn't lost your mind was because you knew Iron Maiden was with you and that she could just heal you right up. Now, she wasn't showing up and you still had a half-opened wound.

"I need you to take five more steps in this direction. Although I'm in your range, the distance will cause your bullet to land approximately ten centimeters to the right. It will take you five more steps to accurately hit me. Your chances of hitting me are limited if you're five steps behind." Gaucho didn't reply and continued staring all the while you began to look around for any sort of escape. You had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well.

"What will it be? Were you only lying when you said you would shoot me?"

"This looks serious," Hot Pants cautioned, taking hold of his horse's reins. Gyro and Johnny, who had been whispering about something you hadn't heard, looked over at you and Hot Pants and then at the men in front of you all. They too readied their reins, preparing to leave as you had just in case. But you, on the other hand, were focused right on them, breath growing quicker as the tension in the air grew unbearably thick.

"It's your decision, should you choose to quit. But in that case, you would be the liar, not me-"

"I can't stand this anymore!"

All you heard was the gunshot, loud and clear amidst the silence of the forest. The bullet was so close to you, not at you but still so close. Your head buzzed as your ears rang, eyes dead-set on the white-haired man who stumbled back. You heard glass shatter and Gaucho screaming as well as Johnny shouting for Gyro. You stayed still as the scene in front of you morphed into another.

The white-haired man was gone, now replaced by Robert. You could see his face vividly, the scar across his face still so ever-present. You could see the blood leaking from his shoulder and then right into his chest. You could see his mouth open but heard no scream. It was so silent but still so loud. Your mouth opened and closed trying to say anything but no words would come out either. You could feel your gut twist, your entire side burning as it had the night before.

"-wagon. Speedwagon." There was a hand on your back, steadying you as you sat there, hunched over and holding onto your aching side. You didn't know who was holding you but at the moment it didn't matter to you. Every shot you heard made you flinch as you stared at the golden coat of Thunderstruck who paced uneasily under you. Between every gunshot, all that you heard was your pounding heartbeat in your ears.

"Hey! Stop, youuuuuu!"

You managed to look up from where you were hunched over, breathing hard as you watched the man utter a few sentences and then shoot one final bullet into Gaucho's chest. When Gaucho finally fell limp, you couldn't say a thing. When the other man dismissed himself, your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from Gaucho's body which was starting to resemble the crumbled body of Robert all those years ago. You were stuck staring until someone grabbed your shoulders and turned you to face them.

"Speedwagon, hey, look at me—" Hot Pants eyes were so pretty, you noted "— are you okay? You keep grabbing your side. Are you hurt?" You could suddenly feel Johnny and Gyro's eyes on you as you immediately let go of your side, shaking your head.

"No... No, I'm fine, I just," you faltered as you tried to come up with an excuse, "just surprised I guess. I didn't think they would actually shoot each other." You sat up, tearing your gaze away from Hot Pants and over to Johnny and Gyro who thankfully had seemed to buy your excuse. Well, regardless of if they did or not, it wasn't like they cared about you enough to do something about it.

"Who the hell was that guy anyway? What's he doing in that cabin? He just murdered Gaucho," Johnny croaked, staring down at Gaucho's body, "what's going on?" You grimaced at the sight of Gaucho and turned away, resting a hand on your side as inconspicuously as you could.

"None of that was against the law," Hot Pants stated, steel-faced despite what had just happened. You hated to think about it but he was right— duels, albeit not legal everywhere, were still common and it wasn't like the government in Kansas would do anything about it. Gaucho would most likely just get marked as another casualty in the race.

"You know, we really don't give a shit," spat Gyro, pausing briefly to look at you as you held back a grimace, "if you want to get involved, go right on ahead. He's probably the one who killed your cow. That goes for you too, Speedwagon." You tried to glare at him, intimidate him or something, but with the tenseness of the fight minutes prior, you couldn't muster much. So you turned away from him, hoping he didn't notice the weariness across your visible features.

"Come on, Johnny. We can't stay here forever. Let's get out of here!"

You watched from your peripherals as Gyro and Johnny rode away, neither of them casting a glance behind them. It was even more disheartening than you had expected. You had hoped that after this entire ordeal, you would be able to just go off and not feel so terrible about leaving them. About how they treated you. But of course, life didn't seem to ever work in your favor like that. As you kept one hand pressed tight to your side and sat beside Hot Pants who had said nothing else, you cried.

You tried to cry as quietly as you could, keeping your terrible, jumbled-up mess of emotions to just sniffled and water spilling from your eyes. Hot Pants watched after them and thankfully he said nothing. You didn't care if it made Hot Pants realize that you weren't a man or something stupid like that. All you wanted now was to get out of this stupid orchard and finish the damn race so that you could go home. Hot Pants looked over at you and flinched before his brow furrowed.

"LET'S JUST... FOLLOW THEM."

tags: @zhochikennugget

#palominosbr #steel ball run #sbr #jojo #jjba x reader #johnny joestar x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader #hot pants x reader #diego brando x reader

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e1dritchjackal0pe · 1 year

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Random Corey Relationship Scenarios

Features some 18+ content, minor DNI. If you're under 18 just do everyone a favor and sit this one out

I wrote this out of the blue at 2:00 in the morning so the writing isn't my best. There also wasn't supposed to be any smut but the whore in me jumped out.

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🔪Despite belief I don't think Corey would be a huge horror movie fan. At least in the beginning, we're talking about before the Jeremy accident and pre-Michael Corey. He grew up in a very controlling household, and I doubt that Joan would let him watch a genre full of violence and (typically) sex.

I've seen someone else say that he's a sci-fi fan, and I second that. It's a genre that he was actually able to get away with, along with some action/comedy films. That being said, movie dates are pretty common for you two. And you've made it your mission to expose him to popular media and cult classics alike that he was never able to see. The Nightmare on Elm Street, It, Near Dark, Trick r' Treat, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, just to name a few.

There's been a couple times where he's accidentally thrown his body onto yours from an unexpected jump scare and he's always so embarrassed once he realizes what he's done. His face is flushed, avoiding your gaze while he stumbles over an apology. He blushes even more when you tell him how cute it is and that you don't mind. You'll keep him safe from the big bad monster.

🔪Quick stops to the gas station are always a must. Corey always reaches for a bottle of chocolate milk, and you usually grab a slushie and some random assortment of junk food for whatever movie marathon you're planning.

Until his bike, you drive the both of you there as a way to avoid people. But during the night, around 9:30 before the stores close and everyone in Haddonfield has returned home to sleep or are at the bar, you can walk to the station without the fear of running into a group of bullies or having some asshole in a lifted Chevy throw some piss hot big gulp at the pair of you.

🔪He's usually too shy to outright ask for PDA, but you can always tell when he's feeling particularly clingy or in need of affection by the way that he stares at you (not that he knows, if he knew how obvious he was he'd probably die of embarrassment) or hovers by your side. Always nearby, his pinky often brushing against yours but never grasping. It's up to you to take his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze and basking in the way that his cheeks flush pink.

🔪He absolutely melts for neck kisses. He fantasizes about you leaving plum and cherry-colored marks across the expanse of his throat. You want nothing more than to deliver on that desire, but with the threat of his mother possibly discovering them, you make sure not to.

🔪Head scratches and playing with his hair immediately makes him relax. If he's lying on you while you do, be prepared to be stuck to that spot for a good while, cause he's not moving. And if you try to stop, he won't be able to help the low whine that leaves his pouty lips. He'll look at you with those warm puppy eyes and you'll be defenseless. You swear, he does it on purpose.

🔪He took you to the summer fair and refused to leave until he won you the massive pink koala stuffie that you wanted. That night is one of his favorite memories. Your relationship was still fresh and awkward but despite that he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted to kiss you. Your car had risen to the top of the Ferris wheel, and you looked positively radiant. While you were busy gushing about how beautiful it looked from the height, Corey was debating on whether or not he should go in for the kiss. Ignoring the insecure voice shouting at him from the back of his head, he reached for yours, softly directing your face towards him so that he could connect your lips to his own. It was admittedly a little clumsy at first but soon the both of you found a rhythm and fell into a slow kiss. It was new and explorative, but it made your hearts race all the same. You tasted like the baby blue cotton candy you had earlier, like sugar and syrup. The both of you quickly got lost in your cliché kiss up top the Ferris wheel, only disconnecting so that you could breathe.

🔪Dates on the roof of Willie the Kids radio station. He started going there after the accident as a way to meditate. On particularly bad days when the citizens of Haddonfield are just impossible to escape and the conspiratorial whispers and dealing with his parents become too much to bear, he flees to the safety of his private safe space.

🔪He found it one night after a day of colorful comments and dark threats from the town residents, so he went on a walk. A last resort to blow off some steam and get away. The soft red on the tip of the radio tower blinked softly like a beacon in the night. He'd later on introduce you to his safe haven and it would become one of your main spots unless you both met at your house.

Snuggles are a must while the both of you talk and vent about your day. With you lounging in his warm embrace, listening to the low rasp of his voice or him cuddling into your chest, being lulled by the thrum of your heart, counting each precious beat.

You both talk about life outside of Haddonfield and what your shared future will be like once you finally escape its clutches.

(You may or may not have gone down on him a few times on that roof, while he clasps a hand over his mouth to make sure that his whines can't be heard. The quieter he tries to be the more you double down.)

🔪He suffers from nightmares. About the accident mostly. He jolts up in the middle of the night, a sheen of sweat covering his skin and a wild look in his eyes. He does his best not to wake you up too, but the times that he does you're always there with open arms and reassuring words in the hopes of guiding him back to sleep.

🔪Tucking his quivering form into your chest, running your hands up and down his back and running your fingers through his hair until he's calm enough to sleep. He always apologizes the morning after, and you do your best to assure him that you aren't mad at him. That it's not his fault and that you'll always be there for him.

🔪On the nights that he does risk staying over at your place late, you always try and make sure to wake up with him to properly say goodbye.

He used to try and slip out of bed without disturbing you, but he couldn't handle how disappointed you'd look the next time you'd see him. How you would tell him that you wished he woke you up before parting ways. Now he makes sure to rouse you from your sleep gently. He knows that despite how adamant you are about sending him off, you hate being up early and so, he cuddles you close and peppers every inch of your face with soft kisses until your eyes blink open and that gorgeous smile graces your lips.

🔪After a day of work there's nothing he adores more than showering together.It doesn't have to lead anywhere sexual, but there's something intimate about washing each other clean of the days grime.

As stated previously, he loves it when his hair is played with, when you wash his hair for him he falls in love all over again. Just letting himself relax while you massage the shampoo into his scalp. He'll lean into your body and tuck his face into the crook of your neck to breath in the scent of you. He likes washing you as well. Collecting a dollop of your body wash on the palm of his hand and working the solution across your skin until it forms suds, massaging you muscles and working out the kinks and nots that formed throughout the day.

🔪You're his personal nurse. Between the constant harassment from the Haddonfield population and the eventual killings, he's usually stumbling home with some new bruise or cut. You've learned to keep a first aid kit in your house since you've begun dating and to keep it stocked. You often find yourselves in the kitchen or bathroom while you stand over him, dabbing at whatever new scrape he's accumulated. You're always so gentle with him, making sure to ask him if you're hurting him and apologizing when you do. Holding him like he's made of glass. Like he might break if you're too rough. And honestly, he might just would. Because you own him, body and soul.

🔪Once he gets his bike, he's driving both of you everywhere. It offers a sense of freedom that he hasn't experienced yet. Sure, there was your car before, but he likes his bike because it's his. Plus, it gives him an excuse to have you hold onto him. Cruising around Haddonfield and evening joyrides are a frequent occurrence. It easily becomes one of your favorite things to do as well. Wrapping your arms securely around the plain of his body, molding your stomach to the heat of him while you speed down the open road. It's easy to get lost in the fantasy that the both of you are finally leaving this awful town. With the autumn air dewy with the scent of falling leaves and his cologne, you like to press your face into the crook of his neck and bask in the warmth of him and picture that the two of you driving past that shitty sign declaring the departure of Haddonfield's city limits.

🔪Sometimes when you're feeling bold, you'll remove your arms from around Corey so that you can spread them out into the air and pretend that you're flying while the bike roars down the empty strip of road. The first time you did this, you nearly gave Corey a heart attack. He insisted that you come up with a way to tell him when you were planning on doing it so that he can slow down to a safer speed. So now you have to tap him twice somewhere on his body as a heads up.

🔪There's a clearing on a low hill that overlooks Haddonfield that he likes to take you to. He parks his bike right in the center of it so that you can see the town from such a different perspective and the both of you are facing each other on the seat of the bike. And while you're busy looking at the cluster of lights down below he's admiring you with a heady lovestruck expression that you can't ignore. When your eyes finally flicker over to his your trapped in a trance. It's just you and him and suddenly you're both kissing.

🔪He often fantasizes about taking you on his bike, but he doubts that would pan out very great with the whole balance thing. While he may not be able to do the specifically, he has driven you somewhere private so that he could have you sit in front of him on the seat, your back pressed to his chest. He'll drape your legs over his so that he could use his own to keep you spread open. Dipping a hand underneath the band of your jeans to slip two fingers into the heat of you and rocking them against that delicious spot inside of you until you come on his fingers. Whispering praise and filth in your ear while you spasm and moan helplessly.

🔪He's always been protective and possessive, but after meeting Michael he now has the attitude to act on it. Wherever the two of you are out and about he's always touching in some way. Whether it's by holding your hand, an arm draped across your shoulder, a hand pressed against your lower back... You get the picture. It's his way of silently broadcasting that you're his.

With said jealous steak, if someone flirts with you he's scaring them way with a dark glare before pulling you into a searing kiss as a way to punctate the warning. Once the both of you are finally somewhere private he's backing you against the nearest wall or tossing you on the bed and he won't let up until you're nothing but a ball of quivering muscles that's too cock drunk to form a coherent sentence.

🔪He tried his best to keep his . . . hobby a secret from you. But between the late nights, the missing people, the frequent cuts and bruises (more than usual) you start to connect the dots. Albeit reluctantly. Who wants to admit that their boyfriend is a possible murderer?

You ignore the signs for as long as you can until you have no choice but to confront him about it. He's entire posture changes as soon as the questions start spilling out of your mouth, his body going rigid and tense. He dodges the interrogation for as long as he can until eventually you've back him into a corner, and he shouts out his confession. He expects you to run out of the house screaming, for you to start shoving him out of your house. Demand him to leave and never come back. But you don't do either of those things.

The entire situation just seals your fate. There's no getting rid of him now. It's you and him, ride until you die, forever.

#corey cunningham x reader #halloween ends #corey cunningham smut #corey cunningham #halloween ends x reader #corey cunningham x you #slasher x you #slasher x reader

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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How do think the twins (+ anyone you want to add) would react to their S/O being an Ex team skull/bad guys? How would that secret get out? Would they keep it a secret from the boys?

-holding twins anon

Ah yes, team skull, one of few teams that wasn’t batshit crazy. 😌

🔲Ingo🔲

- With how Ingo is you probably told him.

- Most likely you were going to keep it a secret cause it was the past, but a grunt contacted you and you figured it was only a matter of time before Ingo found out.

- So you sat him down. He was extremely worried when you said you needed to tell him something.

- “Before I moved here to Unova I use to live in Alola.”

- “Yes I remember you saying so.”

- “I wasn’t…exactly well liked there, I was apart of a group called team skull, ran by an old friend of mine.”

- He is instantly alarmed before bombarding you with questions.

- “Did you ever hurt anyone? Did you ever hurt Pokémon? Did you try to take over the world? We’re you anything like team plasma?”

- “What? No! Sure the grunts and Guzma had some anger issues and not enough brains cells but they- we never harmed Pokémon, and sometimes people but not like team plasma, I think guzma started a few fist fights but that was it. And we didn’t try to take over the world.”

- “Then…what did you do?”

- “Kinda just took over an abandoned mansion as home and took in run away kids? Sure we were kinda dickheads but that’s cause Plums was our brain cell.”

- “Then why are you telling me this?”

- “Well one of the grunts contacted me, asking if I was doing alright, and I thought you should know.”

- Ingo is genuinely confused on why you’re telling him this.

- You weren’t crazy, trying to rule the world or destroy it, it sounded like you guys were just a bunch of kids messing around.

- You didn’t sound like a criminal or anything, just a person making do with what they had.

- “You are a changed person, so I fail to see how this needed to be a serious discussion.”

- Team skull was (affectionately) filled with run aways or abandoned people, who found something with each other, sure they were loud and aggressive, but never viewed as a threat.

- Ingo does like hearing stories about the grunts you took under your wing.

🔳Emmet🔳

- Now with Emmet you’d tell him. He’s the calmest of the brothers when it comes to this kind of stuff.

- You told him maybe close to a year of being in a relationship.

- He wouldn’t jump to twenty questions when you told him. All he asked was “taking over the world?”

- “No?”

- “Then what’s the deal? Oh! Do you have fun stories!? Was it like a found family? Tell me tell me tell me!”

- Emmet wants to hear if you guys were like a family, an actual family and not like team plasma and whatever they did to their own grunts and family.

- He wants to hear about Plums smacking Guzma for his dumb shit.

- He wants to hear about you taking grunts in as little siblings or as your kids and protecting them.

- He wants to know the jokes and everything!

- Team skull was nothing like the other evil teams he’s heard of, it’s a nice change of pace!

- “What kind of Pokémon did you have in Alola?

- “Emmet you’ve already met them, I never changed my team, these are my babies.”

- Your loyalty is an admirable trait and he is a simp.

- Definitely wants to see the outfit you’d wear for it.

- It’s getting used for something completely different now.

- Wants to hear all about your adventures and the others Pokémon.

- He does notice you get this bittersweet expression when you tell him of the team disbanding. Like you miss everyone.

- He couldn’t imagine missing people that were family to you like that.

- Tries his best to cover you in kisses and support.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon headcanons #pokemon fluff #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #long post

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leaahhh · 7 months

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here are some of the songs that soundtracked my summer

maps by the yeah yeah yeahs because i have a secret theory that you must pay attention to the songs that play in the background of a first date because they might be premonitions. it was one of the first that came on the day we met. you were quieter then and everyone knew your name. i overslept far past my welcome that first night and maybe that should have been more telling than the song. maybe i shouldn’t have given myself over so quickly. maybe i should’ve listened to tyler. maybe maybe maybe a lot of things. still, i laughed the whole way home. my kind's your kind, i'll stay the same.

acolyte by slaughter beach, dog because it is one of the only unabashed love songs i can listen to several times in a row without recoiling. it is the best song to wash the dishes to, to walk into the sunset with, to believe in kinder things because of.

group four by massive attack because the man i was seeing at the time played it once at the bar he worked at. i visited several nights a week, it became part of my routine: something to rush around for, a soft place to land. i was mesmerized from the jump, it was all i could fixate on for its full eight minute runtime — the song and also him, flitting back and forth in the dim red light. (i played it for S a few days later, saying it was the best thing i’d ever heard — he didn’t like it, said it was scary.) i remember going into the bathroom and stabilizing myself in the mirror prematurely thinking that i’d miss coming here when it all ended. each time i was met with eyes a little more vacant. a self-fulfilling prophecy. (i’m at a different bar alone now writing this. your coworker spotted me, came over, and reminded me that you’re working there tonight. i shook my head and he said “oops” three times.)

lost angel nights by james blake and alphabet city by the national because they say the quiet part loud. they made me feel justified in my self-abandonment and my masterful act of pretending to be okay with distance and mistreatment. “away from me is just fine.” “if anybody asks, i’ll say you’re coming back.” “i’ll still be here when you come back from space.” it’s not true. it shouldn’t be. but love is this way sometimes.

montana by youth lagoon because J brought it up around 3am at a bar in bushwick and before then i hadn’t thought of it in many, many years. she joked that i should play it next to your ear while you were asleep that night because it might rewire your brain. i laughed hard then but later it made me want to cry. a couple months after, her and i sat on a couch backstage with T before he played a sold out show in brooklyn. i told him i think i might’ve met you just so i could meet her. i do believe it.

this house by japanese breakfast because a friend posted it on her instagram story right after going through a bad breakup and i listened to it eating dinner alone at the neighborhood fast casual korean restaurant staring out the open front door while hot air hit my face and it felt like i was hearing music for the first time. what if one day i don’t know you? what if one day you leave? i could sense it was coming but i came over for a kiss despite it all. i really learned about liquid courage with you and i probably never needed to befriend it so closely. when we were together, my head was always spinning; my nose always stung.

very overdue goodbye by runo plum because my friends all know i prefer dragged out, tortuous storylines over clean-cut endings and rightfully shake their heads. i’ve never gotten over a thing in my life, i tell david in a frankly unhinged voice message that closes with me laughing pathetically, squeezing in at the end that i hope the baby is healthy. it is the last friday night of summer. he says that 26 is the new 18, that i am the one making bad decisions, *i* am not the bad decision. he tells me to stand up for myself. it takes me several weeks but i listen. you made being alone feel so clean. i see you more as a pile-up of my own grief.

to me it was by samia because the guitar gives me goosebumps all over. eliza and i have used the format “everything with ____ is totally fine/don’t freak out, it’s gonna be alright” back and forth all month to punctuate every nervous interaction. we ended up being wrong a lot of the time, there was absolutely reason to freak out. samia was right though; maybe i didn’t need tequila for that. someday i think i’ll look back and remember this as a good time. right now it just hurts.

blue flower by mazzy star because it reminds me of my favorite line in that other song that makes me think about that other guy: i had a fever when i met you; now you make me cool. you were a superstar in your own private movie and i wanted just a minor part. ang is the first person to call it by its name: cruelty. i sweltered and seethed while you slipped away.

street rat by blondshell because i fell back into my old habits as quickly as i’d tried to kick them as soon as you entered the scene. if a doctor put her hands over my liver she would tell me my resentment’s getting…bigger. i felt a lump, hard and unforgiving, growing there. my back tooth turned brown and started rotting the day you disappeared. Z yelped at me from across the street when he saw me and said i’m withering in front of his eyes. it’s a race to see who dies first and you’ve got five years on me. (as i’m typing this, the bar has begun playing sepsis by blondshell. it feels almost evil. it really should’ve taken a whole lot less to turn me off.)

split up by boyish because i could have said all of this word-for-word in that text message. i kept it short for both of our dignities.

aspirin - slight return by tropical fuck storm because christian responded with just the link to that after i ranted for 5 minutes straight about my rapid descent into madness. it was a perfect response. i’m a harrowing rest stop for the men i date. disarming enough to trip them up. not enough to make them stay.

moon song by phoebe bridgers because after three years of knowing it so well, i heard it entirely differently one night and it nearly rendered me immobile. you asked to walk me home but i had to carry you. you pushed me in and now my feet can’t touch the bottom of you. i would have stuck around, by the way. like a dog with a bird at your door.

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fruit-salad-ship · 2 years

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Alright I'm gonna bite because that long comic HURTED.

I am *intensely* curious about what happened after they got through to Peach, and got her the hell out of there. Like just...do they even try to unpack it, or are they more worried about how she's doing right now than anything else? I know you mentioned that Grey would get upset when he found out Peach had been keeping this all from him. But I just...wonder if Grey and Plum would put that on a shelf for a bit and just...focus on Peach.

After the events of the comic, they have to bolt out of there FAST. Peach is not herself, and for weeks afterwards, is still missing huge chunks of memory. Because she can hardly recall the issue, the pair leave it alone for a while, and focus on helping her get back what she lost. Slowly her life patches back in, she recalls in jokes she shared with Grey, starts to argue back with Plum, uses nicknames for the pokemon that she had lost, recalls latin names for the plants in her garden. She does return, but it takes time.

One night she sits bolt up right, 4am, utterly riddled with fear, with guilt, with stress. The things she had forgotten all came back, like a switch flipped, and it's all too much at once, she has to walk it off. Plum feels her move and grabs her hand instinctively, she doesn't want her to run again, and has been worried about that since the last time it happened. Grey in turn stirs from sleep, and the pair notice Peach has an expression they know all too well now, she's afraid. Her grouchy disposition is back, she looks tired, more so than she had done while she was recovering.

They convince her to get back in bed, able to hold her, pinned in between them both, not sure what to say to them, only able to utter a sorry. Grey explains he was never mad at her, never upset that she kept things from him, but more that he was furious with himself. She didn't trust him, and that in his mind equated to him not being good enough for that trust. Convinced he'd done something to warrant the lies, Plum has to chime in, she knew he would do this, he's quick to blame his own actions, and tells him off for that mentality. She explains she was clearly angry before, and for good reason, but after nearly losing Peach again, and seeing just what kind of people she had in her court, the angers gone, it's just sadness now. They both feel so bad that the woman who works tirelessly, who gives everything to helping pokemon, who calmly handles crisis when others lose their head, had to grow up a pawn in her houses little game.

They just hold her, if they let go, it felt like she might disappear again, get snatched up by her past and dragged back there. She is covered in scars, the beating her cousin did to break her physically and mentally was more than any one person should have had to handle. Feeling them etched into her shoulders and back make their hearts hurt, every time they notice them, they both remember what kind of people she came from, and how far she's come to get to Dotaku, to build the facility, to study to help not hinder. No amount of anger or sadness would compare to how they'd feel if they lost her. A lot of honest truths come out in the dark of the room, even the hard edged professor shed a few quiet tears, hearing that they didn't hate her, they didn't blame her, and that she's not that person in their mind. True love, not like the conditional affections she got from her family, this is real honest to god adoration, probably the first real time she's acknowledged it, and accepted it was for her. Things start to repair a little after that. They know what Peach was forced to do, they know what she went through, they don't use her old name even though they know it. She's Peach now, the old her died a long time ago, and they want to keep it that way for her sake.

She gets horrible flashes of memory return from time to time, makes her head spin, hard to breathe, remembers sitting in that chair, remembers the pain, remembers trying to get free and failing miserably. Defo sitting on some PTSD there, but she had been since childhood, and then it got worse after Hisui, and then this all happened after that.

#fruit salad #brainrot

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detectivemaker · 9 months

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My Hope for season 3 of good Omens

as everyone knows the ending of the second season was quite a shock, and people have hopes and speculations of what's coming next and here I am to put in my hat

something I like to call " the Metatron gets hit on his stupid giant head with a bottle of celebratory ambrosia"

the about to be newly minted Supreme archangel Aziraphale vibrates in the company of his soon-to-be fellow archangels, hopes that he can make a difference dance like sugar plums in a child's dreams on Christmas

the Metatron says something he can't really hear in his Haze of Hope, and then he's filled with power, holy energy stretches the bounce of his previous Celestial ranking and pushes it quiet up

when he flutters his eyes open from the blast of holy energy into him, he's in a different white void than the random place in heaven his inauguration was in, he can sense around him God's holy light in this place more powerfully than any other place in heaven, "is this place a place in heaven?” he wonders

then all that holy energy seems to be vacuumed into one point that transmogrifice into a woman shaped form, this woman has a very motherly energy around her that mingles with the still tangible holy energy quite nicely

"Aziraphale" the woman says in a voice he has heard many times in his existence, and has only heard once before speaking directly to him

"you're almightyness" the newly minted Archangel responds quite subservingly," are you here to congratulate me on my promotion, your holiness?" he says when all his great Lord does is smile a pleasant smile

" yes I am, sweet angel, but I'm also here to give you knowledge" his creator says and all that once he's filled was knowledge much like he was filled with holy energy not even a time he doesn't even know anymore ago, he can only gets glimpses of the future, of a greasy teenager that radiates Jesus energy, of the end of this game of his Lord's creation, a nice Cottage him and Crowley together again, happy and cradling a baby size salamander in Parental Joy

he also gets instinctual knowledge of many things, that everything's going to turn out all right, that everyone's supposed to win this game, but sadly only one side knows that, and some more unpleasant knowledge,....the metatron's lying to him

and he opens his eyes again and sees some pleased but slightly concerned co-workers and the Metatron, who's just pleased, and Aziraphale...

Well he looks at Metatron and his smiling old man face, and well

he's angry, he's completely and utterly enraged, oh he looks on the small gift table they set up sees a bottle and a wine shape field was ambrosia, he picks it up, gives it a couple testing swings and

bashes it into the Metatron stupid head, the screams of his co-archangels is muffled in a fluffy Haze of knowing what he must do

and he walks quite determinately to the elevator down to earth to talk to his demon about getting him a promotion as the new Prince of gluttony, so you know he can have a talk with God too and know everything's going to be okay,

it's just not fair if only one of them knows, and he will very much like that his demon knows that every single to be okay, and that they should probably buy some lizard parenting books for later

Oh and maybe some human parenting books too, he knows instinctually the little bundle of scaly Joy he sees in his future is going to be people shaped most of the time, and they are quite Rusty on human child care

and when the elevator's door open on Earth he can almost swear he hears Nightingales, but he doesn't dwell on it, he has instructions from God herself and like the good Angel he is he's going to do as he's told, from the only being who can tell him what to do, well one of the only beings, he thinks with a blush imagining all the naughty punishment he's going to be for being such an impulsive and bad Angel to his darling demon

and so he continues his determined walk as Nightingale sing

#good omens #hope #ineffable husbands

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racingliners · 1 year

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F1 2022 Re-watch: Round 3 - Australia

So yeah re some previous rambly posts, I subbed to F1 TV because I was kind of tuned out for the bulk of the 2022 season and bc it ended up being Seb’s last season in F1, I wanted to re-watch all of them in full. bc Seb caught covid (😭) I’m starting from Australia!

Since I’m mainly doing this for the laughs I have no idea what I’m doing avwvguhrgug I’ll probably put a lap number before any sarcastic comment for context.

Anyway, onwards! (under a read more bc this will get chatty)

Starting with the F1 intro. noice. (quietly bops)

As I am a religious Channel 4 viewer I just got major whiplash from Will Buxton doing commentary esblhrlbi.

I actually really like Albert Park, it’s not a bad track, dare I say it quite underrated.

Seb in 17th, the AMR22 really was a tractor 😭

Jolyon Palmer?!?!? I forgot he worked for F1 these days.

I’m also really not used to Aus not being the tradional season opener. Does not pass the vibe check.

[Start/Lap 1]: A clean turn 1???? sounds very fake.

A clean first sector???? sounds very fake

My god I can’t believe the grid all had their braincells on the first lap. Astounding.

[Lap 2]: nvm Sainz spun into the gravel. (I very vaguely remember this from C4 Highlights)

Unrelated, Zhou’s helmet design is really pretty.

[Lap 3]: Aston Martin Safety Car!! My beloved!! (The soft spot I now have for them after Seb’s two seasons with AM asdfghjkl)

[Lap 5]: Oh, pitting Lance to run the mandatory compound for 1 lap, then pitting again for hards. That’s clever. (Bernie Collins and Seb shared AM’s braincell lets be real).

I’ve also very suddenly realised that while I’m re-watching all of Seb’s races from 2022 bc it was his last season, there is no guarantee I will see much of Seb. I did not think this through.

I have once again slipped back into the routine of constantly checking for Seb’s name on the leaderboard. (pls don’t ask me how I’m going to cope this year bc I probably won’t)

I’m also humming the jaws theme everytime one car gets close to another.

Still not used to Will Buxton commentary eagheguh Palmer & Sam Collins are great though!!

[Lap 11]: Not Seb going through the gravel and dropping to plum last 😭

[Lap 12]: The McLarens following the Mercs. Merc on Merc powertrain violence

[Lap 13]: “Lots of unforced driver error” It’s because we had such a clean first lap that the racing gods demanded clownery as payment.

Unrelated but I said this to a mate the other day, but I miss glossy car liveries!! The matte ones are fine but shiny liveries just hit different. (Merc please go chrome for 2023 it would be v sexy)

[Lap 16]: Anyway Seb in P16 woo

Kevin mowing the lawn at turns 9 and 10

[Lap 18] Ah Leclerc leading Verstappen by almost 9 seconds. Remember when we had hope for the title fight? (Man watching the season long Ferrari clown show back is going to be fun, and by fun I mean devastating).

Speaking of car liveries, please have less black on the car this year McLaren. It just makes the car look unfinished. The accents of blue are so pretty though.

(I love how this is the most important thing on my mind rn eaugheuigh)

[Lap 22]: Seb thinking about an overtake!!! And the camera cut away!! why???

[Lap 24]: Seb DNF noooooo 😭😭😭😭

(I really should have looked up race results before starting this huh)

Well, zero joy sparked. But I have paid for F1 TV so we carry on through gritted teeth.

The AMR22 was a tractor, but damn it she was a beautiful tractor.

[Lap 25] “Keep getting unlucky with safety cars” Me 🤝 Lewis: Permanently traumatised by the 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix

“The only time we will see an Aston Martin leading the race this weekend” Will Buxton I will fight you

[Lap 26]: THE FUCK Yuki, Mick do not frighten me like that.

I still keep checking for Seb on the leaderboard even though he’s out. Pain.

Back on livery watch: The blue and pink Alpine my beloved.

[Lap 30] oh we have passed half-distance. yay.

Lewis getting past Nando: ‘Cause I seee sparks flyyyyy’

[Lap 33] Bold of anyone to call Magnussen “Alonso’s rear gunner”

[Lap 35] Cuts to Leclerc in case we forgot about him

[Lap 36] “Is that Ferrari very slow or...?” “No that’s just how it looks” And yet Apollo gave them the gift of prophecy re the second half of the season 😭

Another livery watch update: Alpha Romeo v pretty.

[Lap 39]: Oop Verstappen DNF

Back to livery watch: Red Bull I’m begging you to go back to having a dark metallic blue instead of the matte navy. Keep the bright red tho.

The “Leclerc you’re my red flag” sign. Bestie that does not mean what you think it means.

[Lap 41]: The midfield once again saving the entertainment value of the race. I fully support Fernando’s rights to go a little bit feral.

Albert Park when the sun starts to go down >>>>>

(Yes a circuit’s aesthetic/surroundings completely plays into whether or not I like it. shh)

[Lap 45]: ...did AM tell Lance that he got a penalty or?????

[Lap 46]: How did I not notice Albon in P7??? pet power! (he still had to stop but whatevs)

[Lap 48] Albon on 46 lap old tyres 😳

I have now learned I’m watching the F1 TV feed and not the global feed (which I’m assuming is Sky F1???) so I’ll need to actually pay attention to what I’m clicking on for the next race 😅

[Lap 49]: It’s taken almost the whole race for Nando to start bitching on the radio iaefbhsebh. At least it feels like a race now (said with the upmost affection for my favourite menace to society)

[Lap 51]: There you go Nando, Pierre got past Lance

also is Alex going to pit at some point???

“I think don’t hit the one [car] painted the same as yours” F1 TV make Sam the lead commentator pls.

“The McLaren is a quick car” words I thought I would never hear

[Lap 54]: Charles 🤝 RBR Seb: Can I go for the fastest lap 👀

I also think it’s bs that you have to finish in the top 10 to get a point for the fastest lap. If you get the fastest lap, you should get the point. Don’t disrespect the non-points finishers like that @FIA

[Lap 56]: Three laps left and Albon still hasn’t pitted

Williams did you forget about your driver????

Shit I’m emotionally invested in Albon now

Oh man if his tyre fails I will not take it well

[Lap 57]: Don’t cut to Leclerc!!! I need to know if Albon has pitted yet!!!

There he is!!!

[Lap 58] “Are you still awake” Perez @ Williams pit wall

Oh thank fudge Albon pitted

[Lap 58/end] Charles & Ferrari taking a dominant win. doesn’t feel real tbh.

Albon got P10!!!! hell yeah!!!

Charles really did learn from Seb by going for fastest lap despite being told not to vvuuehrfgusrhguh

Rocky name drop!!! Yes I’m still fond of him shhh

Okay so that race was a bit of a slow burn, ty to the midfield for bringing the bulk of the entertainment. Overall 6 and a half front wings out of 10.

#F1 Liveblog #Australian GP 2022 edition #F1 Re watch #F1 2022 re watch #(going to us this tag as well since this is niche liveblogging)

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th3lost4uthor · 2 years

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The Purple Lotus - Act 3

Meetings with the strange Lord Yuei, Ligi realised soon enough, always followed the same pattern. The man would appear in the great hall at sundown, probably after leaving his office according to the barely concealed ink stains covering his knuckles, before being welcomed in grand style by Dame Rey. The latter had tried to coax him several times, offering spiced wines, card games, delicate food and girls who were just as tasty... But without a miss, his answer always was:

“Is Milady Ligi ready to receive me?”

The matriarch had given up after the third week, preferring not to inadvertently offend one of her sources of income... Especially since he, unlike some others, never quibbled about prices and always paid in advance. If the boy had been charmed by one of her flowers, who was she to judge him?

The said lady would then descend from her appartements, exchange a few banalities under the inquisitive gaze of her superior, bowing and smiling, and then invite her guest to join her upstairs. Just like on their first meeting, although the surprise was progressively shading among the regulars and the courtesans, it was still amusing to see the heads turn as they were passing, to hear the footsteps hurrying to leave the place as quickly as possible...

The two of them would then settle down around a pedestal table, he on a low seat, and she, on her eternal plum-tinted cushion. He would then lay out a multitude of notes, some in his own handwriting, others from obscure collections supposedly describing married life. On one occasion, he had even shown up with magazines, popular among the nobility and bourgeoisie, under his arm: Ligi had spent the night detailing how colours could match, the cuts and products in fashion this year and the jewellery that went best with them. She had enjoyed learning to live as if she belonged to this so different world from hers, but she never thought she would find herself having to pass on this knowledge to one of its own members. And yet...

Really? I never imagined that one would need

so many different outfits for a simple diplomatic evening.

Have you ever heard of "L'Occidental"? It's a restaurant on the Northern Plateau that just opened last month.

I can't decide on the ideal location...

What about the rings? Is there also a different meaning for women?

Seeing this man in his early forties, smoothing his beard while methodically going through books on women's good behaviour, his eyes sparkling with wonder every time he discovered something new, or mechanically wiping his monocle while grumbling when he was confronted with one of those "stupid old-fashioned rules": this, this was a sight for which Ligi would have given hard cash...

Except that here, I am the one who is paid to attend the show...!

However, beyond the ridiculousness of the situation, to which the older man seemed particularly naive, the courtesan could not shake off a certain tenderness towards her host. He had those faces that make him look like a child, bursting with joy at the slightest thing (“Today she thanked me for taking her to the market!”) or suppressing a sigh with great effort when coming back with bad news (“She... She didn't speak to me at all during dinner...”). He could make you smile with his sarcastic reflections as well as move you with his honesty which seemed to know no barriers. And above all... he wanted his spouse to be happy.

Do you think she would prefer this model to that one?

I thought a dinner for two might please her.

You should have seen her smile when...!

Sometimes I think she might be happier if...

When this kind of sentences were coming out, however, when Ligi was feeling that all it could take was one bad word to set off the infernal spiral of his anxieties, she skilfully changed the subject. As a purple flower, she had encountered all of the Tree-City’s circles, was almost as well educated as the courtesans of the Crowns: making conversation was one of her many skills. Most of the time, it worked, and the other's mind would wander to less sensitive subjects, whether it was his work, his daily life, his own hobbies... It was impressive to see how, when he was not obsessed by his spouse, Lord Yuei could be an excellent discussion partner. However, there were times when the ruse would not find its target. It was then necessary to improvise... and quickly.

Indeed, if the man could still simply appear as lost in thought at the moment, the risk was that the storm that could be seen behind his eyes would overwhelm him. Ligi had already experienced this kind of evenings, their third to be exact... And she did not wish to relive that night under any circumstances, when, after having apologised in a trembling voice, stammering some pretext, her host had stood up, compensated her the usual, taken his light woolen cloak, and gone off into the night without looking back. That time he had not given her their next appointment. For the young woman, the next day and the entire week that followed were filled with fear. Guilt. What if he had...? No, he couldn't have...! No. Although... It wouldn't be the first time that a nobleman... Fortunately, Lord Yuei had returned, unharmed, sorry and smiling (The insolent!), seven days later. Since then, if the clouds were ever threatening the calm of his eyes, if the thunder of his anguish were ever making any discussion impossible, then Ligi would smile, take the man's hands, often surprised by the gesture, and guide him to the thick woven rush carpet to sit down. In absolute silence, she would retrieve two tin bowls, in which she would steep an exotic-scented sachet of herbs, spiced with a spoonful of liquor and honey, and finally seasoned with a zest of citrus. Placing the warm, intoxicating beverage in too cold hands, accompanied by biscuits or dried fruit, she would take out a Gyu board, graciously offered by one of her former admirers. It was a simple game, whose rules were known by all children as it was used by mothers and nannies to teach them how to count. Ligi would help herself to a few marbles, would give as many to the man, and then start the game. As if by magic, the other one would follow. Gyu did not require any real strategic effort, but it had the undeniable advantage of leaving little room for rambling: you had to be quick in your calculus, have an overview of your opponent's game, and know when to bet your pot. A perfect occupation for an Archivist caught in the torments of his own thoughts...

Surprisingly, if Lord Yuei had only been following along, it was on his own initiative that he proposed, on their seventh night, to pick up their last game where they had left it off. The night had been clear of any nervous ruminations, but, closing his diary, he had asked, albeit a little shyly, if the young woman would mind spending a little more time with him:

Although I know it's part of your duties as a, um, “hostess”,

spending your nights talking about rags and perfumes, especially for someone you don't even know, it can't be very enriching for you, hum?

Oh, don't give me that air, Milady, I won't go back on your compensation:

you plainly deserve it!

Anyway, it doesn't matter... I think what I'm trying to explain is that I also feel, in a way,

responsible for the quality of our evenings together.

So...

Milady?

Would you be willing to compete again for the title of Gyu's best player

with me tonight?

It was then, for the first time from a past of which she had no images, that Ligi found herself enjoying her night with a man. Not the orgasmic kind, not the thrill of desire or the burn of anticipation, no, just... pleasure. One, two, three, ten, then fifteen... She had lost count of the games, and when they had parted ways, the last stars fading into the sky, neither of them would really remember which of them had won. They had played, they had talked, they had laughed; nothing more, but nothing less either. And the worst thing in all of that… was that she had liked it. Liked it a lot.

~ End of Act 3

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#fiction #original content #original fiction #original character #original universe #romance #love story #asexual #please don't repost without quoting or asking me!#Thanks!#french version avalaible

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furbyq · 2 years

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oooh what about 4) one chance for cassandra? 👀

not feeling terribly creative today but i did finish a micro story for this prompt!

Cassandra woke up face down on the floor of her room, her body resting on a pile of dirty laundry.

"Nng... My head..." she said as she climbed to her knees, and then climbed clumsily to her feet. She couldn't quite remember the previous night, only that she had spent it consuming copious amounts of alcohol. It had been a rough time. It still was one with the amount of pain that surged through her skull.

There was a knock at her door and she wobbled over to it, throwing it open with so much force it cracked into the wall behind it. Lucien stood there, kind of taken aback by the force Cassandra had used.

"Dude. Chill." he said, looking her over, "So anyways, did you do the thing?"

Cassandra growled at him. "What thing?"

"That thing Mordecai asked you to do." Lucien pressed on, and Cassandra angrily furrowed her brows.

"I don't remember a thing." she said, turning to sit down in a chair nearby. Standing was exhausting.

Lucien raised his eyebrows somewhat giddily. He loved drama. "Mordecai isn't going to be happy about that."

"Well, fuck Mordecai!" Cassandra said, slamming her hand down on a nearby end table, "If he really needs something done he should do it his damn self."

Lucien sighed. "Cassandra, this was something for you. Do you honestly not remember?"

Cassandra wracked her brain for any trace of the previous few days, but found her head totally empty other than a few scenes of her drinking out of a bottle of Absolut vodka the night before. "N...No, I don't. What's so important?"

"Mordecai wanted you to come up with a design for your staff." Lucien said, "You know, that thing we all have. He needs to get it to Melchior sooner than later."

"Well, maybe I don't need some flashy magic staff." Cassandra said, her eyes glowing green and green energy shooting from her fingertips. "I already channel magic well enough."

Lucien giggled somewhat patronizingly. "Whatever you say, I guess. Mordecai won't be happy that you refused this after making such a big deal about getting one."

Oops. She could actually remember doing that. Changing her opinion so abruptly wasn't a good look. But nonetheless, Cassandra didn't particularly care what anyone thought about her or her opinions, and she continued to double down.

"What's the point of these gay sticks anyways other than the channeling thing?" she asked with a small cough. "What are we, magical girls?"

Lucien narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "I think it's just a quirk with how magic works. It's very interesting, you know. And they aren't all sticks..." he paused to draw a strange symbol in the air with red energy, and a plum-colored guitar forced itself through the symbol. "They can be whatever you want." he said, holding the guitar out with a large smile. "Mordecai just isn't very creative."

"His is kind of a... fork. I guess." Cassandra said, "Which makes sense, because that fat bitch loves eating cake."

"Cassandra, Mordecai doesn't eat cake with his magic fork." Lucien said, but he didn't seem that upset by her words. More amused than anything. "Look, all I know is you had one chance to do this and you probably fucked it up unless I can smooth things over with Mordecai."

Cassandra sighed, "Well, what if we went directly to Ravenna and Melchior?"

"Bad. Bad idea." Lucien said, "We don't know what kind of trouble we could get into by going that route. Ravenna could ask for any number of things for a favor."

"Ugh, fine. Talk to Mordecai and tell him I'll try to think about dumb staffs." Cassandra said with a small groan. "I'll talk to him later."

"Fine. Good." Lucien said, and he retreated to the top floor of the house.

#my writing #cassandra

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dndfuckhouse · 8 months

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Session 52 - NEW BAKALDOR CITY BABY

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> 🎵 Tramont Island / Granblue Fantasy OST

We pick up again aboard the Pelican during her final leg of the journey to Bakaldor. Rested from the previous nights escapades the party all rouse a little later in the day, Mingling and chatting and packing up, ready to go until evening comes.

As they all stand waiting aboard the deck of the ship they spy the city lights come into view in the distance along its sloped coastline. It’s not all too dissimilar looking to Shorewater like this, discounting the many large spiraling buildings that seem to pierce the skies.

As the airship veers closer to port only does the sheer size of the city truly begin to dwarf them all. Unlike Shorewater the streets of the port are much lower down from the rest of the city, causing it too take up most of their vision as it slopes upwards and beyond. Despite the evening time, it seems the area is busy enough, they watch workers and travellers walk too and fro from the top of the deck.

After the chiming of a bell and the yelling of ship hands echo out around them, the ship properly docks. The way off the ship is opened up to passengers via wooden bridging set in place by ship hands and a couple begin the process of directing people to the exit. They watch the crowd with them on deck begin to descend onto port in a busy rush of noise, very different to their brief pitstop in Figstup.

Before they can all rush off themselves they spy the captain and a few odd boat workers wave and make their way towards them. The ship captain laughs, bends over and grabs Plum’s hand in a large friendly shake.

Plum: plum returns the shake awkwardly but not unfriendly. "uh, you need something?" Captain: he laughs as he continues shaking your hand “I do, to thank youse all again for what you did. I'll be giving you my blessings for the rest of 'yer journey that’s for sure” Crewmen: a few of the shipwrights clap Psalm and Vinny across the backs, as they laugh shouting “we’re gonna grab drinks later, we’ll get you a round if we see you in the pubs!” Captain: the captain stands back up straight and elbows one of them as they nod, dropping a hefty sack of coin in Plum's hands. Plum: "oh," plum says, a bit embarrassed now but they feel heartened by this interaction. "no problem, it was nothing. and thank you, blessings go really far." they turn with the coin to the rest of the group like uhmm.. Psalm: Psalm just mock salutes and says "I'll be sure to find you later, then." Keva: keva lightly nudges him with an elbow and kinda gives him a look like "remember what we talked about" aka getting the lifetime rides Psalm: Psalm turns to the captain and says, "This is more than we deserve, thank you. It's hard for me to ask this on top of such a generous gift, but my party and I were wondering if we'd be able to ride with you for free from now on?"

Captain: The captain taps his chin and raises a brow amused at the shamelessness "HAH! I like 'yer attitude... how's about we let you have a discount anytime you do instead, half price sound good?" Psalm: Psalm smiles, "I'll take that deal." Keva: keva looks over to cimm and gestures with a shrug and a hand like 'that's not too bad right?' Cimmorro: hes doing this

Captain: he gives you a smile and claps you on the back alongside plum “ 'at’s about all the thanks I can give and then some, still gotta make a report about all this to the mariners guild” he blows some air through his teeth exasperated, but none of it directed at any of you

As the captain gets a contemplative look on his face they peer around the deck and see Anton in the distance. He has a distant look on his face as he glances out below to port, watching the passengers disembark leaned against the railing.

Psalm: Psalm crosses his arms and looks at Plum, "Should we go talk to him or..." Plum: "yeah I think we should 💀.." plum probably briefed the others on this guys deal anyways so Psalm: psalm just bids the captain goodbye by lightly patting his shoulder and goes over with plum Plum: plum also nods at the captain to say goodbye and walks over to anton. they try to get his attention by waving. Captain: he glances at the two walking off before smiling and waving, he turns to the rest of you "well, i got some other matters to be tendin' ta, enjoy the city as much as ya' can for the time of night" he lets out a bellowing laugh before walking off, the few crewman around joining him Han: stopping her gawking at the city for a moment, han turns to the crewmen and captain and says a thank u for the trip, before trying to pay attention to her actual party

Finn: before anyone other than plum and psalm can leave finn addresses the remaining guys of the group "are you all as keen as those two to spend the night here? personally id prefer we mosey right away" Rokka: "I just wnat to get off this thing 😂 " Cimmorro: "are you suggesting we leave the city tonight?" this is not said in any hostile manner btw Finn: "precisely" also said in a non-hostile manner (love that we have to specify w these two) Cimmorro: "you likely wouldn't want to travel through the night without a guide, first and foremost. plus, i have business here that i prefer to be done in the morning. i might be able to get us some horses." Finn: finn looks like he wants to interrupt cimm for a moment, but at the mention of the horses he turns the thought over in his head "...are you implying the horses would be free of charge?" Cimmorro: "yes, well, it'll be the church's property. so they'll be under my name, but free all the same." Finn: finn crosses his arms and raises his nose at that. he hates the idea of depending on charity. hes too rich and noble to jump at the offer, but on the other hand he just spent 300gp carelessly this morning so it would be a relief. not that anyone needs to know that. "hmph... i suppose everyone else would quite welcome that. and you sound like you really want to attend to whatever business you've got here" he dusts one of his sleeves off a little "so i shant argue pointlessly. however" he pauses and looks at cimm expectantly "i hate to be left idle..." (<- still not-hostile) he doesnt want to Actually say 'pleaaaase take me with you ill be so bored alone' Han: "i wanna walk around city, if you or others wanna join" ^_^ Cimmorro: at this point cimm picks up on finn's mannerisms to know well enough what he wants. to this, he simply tips the brim of his new skyhat (thx ozan) donning the shade of the darkening evening and goes "you're in luck then, plenty of things to do in the city. see, han's already inviting you " Psalm:

Cimmorro: IM LAUGHIGN YES) Keva: keva seeing finn dance around asking to go along with cimmorro and then cimmorro making a big display of his hat like.

Finn: finn pouts at that. he wishes he was on worse terms with cimm so he could tell him his skyhat looks stupid, gaudy and tacky. he almost felt bad for his outburst last night too, damn! he simply sighs and looks at vinny instead "what will you be doing vinny? will you be accompanying cimmorro?" Vinny: he looks over from where he was thinking to himself with a bit of surprise "hm? oh me? i wasn't planning on it, i dont know much about religious institutions but a walk around the city does sound nice for the morning" he glances at han "we could be a trio if you like?" Cimmorro: cimm just makes a side comment like "at the very least it seems like vinny will be busy with the crew members tonight ahoho ahaha" Vinny: he tries his best to ignore this comment Han: "sure!!" Finn: finn huffs a little, not having expected vinny to be one to take han up on her offer...atlhough he shouldve anticipated it, considering vinnys pure, gentle heart... his expression softens for a moment "i-i suppose... that'd be okay for me too" this way he gets to keep an eye on his coffin too, so its probably for the better Vinny: he smiles at you both and does a little mock fist pump "sightseeing in the morning then it is! Finn: finn inwardly cringes. 'in the morning'........................that still leaves him idle for the night. he'll think of something...without cimm...without vinny....and especially without psalm. he returns the gesture with significantly less effort and enthusiasm "so it is decided" Han: han pumps her fist up too ! ^_^ "we dont really have anything to do in evening, right? well.. we want to find an inn, and cimm keeps saying we need guide... we can walk around after too. might as well squeeze the most out of this trip" Cimmorro: "you three play nice in the morning then, hm? i'll be out by daybreak, at least i hope to be. if you guys are up and about and are around the vicinity when i'm done with my business then i might join in on the strolling. goddess forbid i take my eyes off this guy for one second anyways" he jokingly points at vinny "getting a guide early on is preferable, yes. i don't know the rest of the way to antessa from my town is why i suggest it." Vinny: he glances at cimmorro and then rubs his chin "i have heard this city's a little on the ah... rougher side" Finn: "id be most pleased if you were to join us" he smiles at cimm "but vinny and i will hold our own regardless, so fret not..." (<- genuinely wants to assure cimm) Han: han tilts her head quizically at the last comment but then laughs and smacks vinnys back and loops him in a headlock "no worries, no cult gonna steal him here with me around" smirks cockily Vinny: he lets out a little 'oof' at the smack as he stumbles "ah- around the clock supervision on me i see" hes almost embarrassed at the overt attention Cimmorro: he smiles up at han and finn "fantastic. i'll... trust you two then" there was a very faint hesitation but he tries Finn: finn just beams at him like ☺

As the group chat about their plans Psalm and Plum have their own with Anton, inquiring into his well being for the moment.

Anton: as you wave his attention over he blinks, turning his head. After a moment he waves back. Plum: "how're ya feeling?" plum asks carefully. "gonna stick around on the ship for a bit?" Anton: he tilts his head a little somberly "i am still.... processing it all. the captain said i may stay for as long as i like, even when they travel" he glances back at the cityscape briefly Psalm: "That's rather kind of him," Psalm says. Anton: he smiles a little dimly, but a smile all the same "i thought so as well. at the very least the crew here are quite kind" Psalm: "Well, if you ever need company going around the city, feel free to ask either of us, " Psalm gestures at himself and Plum, "just incase you need help getting your bearings." Anton: he pauses a moment as if contemplating "I will seek you out if you've the time then... the crewman invited me to go ah.. drinking tonight?" he seems a little more upbeat at mention of it "everything is so strange in this new era, but surely alchohol hasn't changed all that much" Psalm: "They did? I'll be seeing you then. And you might be right about that." Plum: "i can drink to that," plum agrees. Anton: "ah, your group will be joining them later?" he seems happy about that as he looks towards plum he smiles a little wider Psalm: "Knowing them, they might have their own plans, but I for sure will be joining." Anton: he nods his head "i'll see you a little later then, lets hope i can ah... clear my head a little beforehand" Plum: "take it easy," plum says. "and you can let us know if you need anything." Anton: he nods his head "haha, kind of you to offer but.. thank you, i'll keep you and your friends in my thoughts" Plum: plum is gonna say goodbye to anton and walk back to the group 2 ask what to do about all the money Psalm: psalm also, he waves and leaves with them

Gazing down at their hefty sack Plum counts up 2000 gold’s worth of platinum in the bag, they tuck it away in their bag of holding for the time being as they rejoin the conversation with Psalm.

Cimmorro: "so, tonight's events?" he turns to the general group "find a guide then drinking?" Plum: "fine with me" Psalm: "I have no other plans, so sure." Han: "and find beds" Cimmorro: "and find beds, yes" Rokka: rokka shifting from foot to foot, eager to get tf off this ship "yea, sure, whatever! LETS GOOO" Keva: keva's waiting at the bottom of the wooden bridge already, but hasn't stepped off so as to not get swept up with the busy crowd at the port.... just waiting for everyone else

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As the party walk off into port they make their way ahead to find a local mercenary guild base. Deeper in, the ground streets certainly seem to fit the city’s rough and tumble rumours. They spy an abundance of mercenary and adventurer looking types posted up outside buildings or walking through the night. Not too unlike themselves, they’re chatting and laughing and arguing loudly, making for a lively night atmosphere. Glancing upwards they spy bridges connecting the same buildings above them, like another level to the city they could use if they weren’t afraid of getting lost in them.

The mercenaries each cover themselves in an array of markers and colours signifying them as members of some guild or group Cimmorro doesn’t entirely remember the names of. They’re all almost surprised by the variety, though ones in silver, yellow and green symbols seem to be the most numerous.

Amongst the crowds of weapon wielding types they also see plenty of well dressed gentry, as well as what seem to be cleanly dressed followers for various deities of the pantheon. They’d stand out if it weren’t for the crowds of brawlers. Acolytes of both Wee Jas and Sune mill about, their well pressed clothing almost mirroring each other at times. Cimmorro makes note to casually greet any jasidians he comes across.

As Cimmorro glances about the streets leading, trying to recall where a building of good reputation lays, someone comes flying out ahead of him in the air, seemingly just thrown out of a nearby window with a great SMASH sound.

Recalling his few times having been in the city before he expertly crouches out of the way as the man goes sailing above his head. He hears him land across the street with a THUMP as someone yells expletives at them from the window

??: "-AND STAY OUT YOU COCKSUCKER" Psalm: psalm pretends he doesnt see Han: han cringes and whistles, looking over the person who got thrown Cimmorro: cimm just kinda watches the guy whomp onto the ground all deadpan before walking and peering over him like "still able to walk i hope?" he rly is hoping he wouldn't need to give extra care Finn: finn stares in order to figure out if the guy is hot Plum: plum also wondering if the guy is alright

As Plum, Han and Cimmorro look over at the guy they watch him mumble to himself as he rolls around on the ground, a heavy bruise on his head from the landing but he otherwise just looks inebriated. The person in the window looks like they're about to climb through the broken glass after him before a few people inside start to hold her back a little rushed. Finn mentally ranks the man’s attractiveness as a solid 6/10.

Plum: plum frowns at the bruise but they're not gonna get involved they think Cimmorro: cimm's literally just like this 😅 before going back to his business, he lightly nudges keva with an elbow tho and just reminds her "see? people being thrown about. not the last you'll see tonight i'm sure" Keva: keva snorts a bit while she peers at the guy on the ground "i didn't think you meant literally thrown" Cimmorro: he gives keva a smile "and this is why i stay outside of the city" cimm is gonna continue to find an actUAL MERC Finn: finn raises an eyebrow, wondering if this brunette is worth the trouble... he likes a pathetic man, but... whats on his mind more than anything is why cimm is bothering to hire mercs when he is right here... the rest of the party too, if that for some miraculous reason doesn't suffice. so he shifts his attention more to cimm, wondering how long he'll bother with that guy

As the group continue to walk through the streets at a leisurely pace they find themselves getting… utterly lost, almost embarrassingly so. That man getting tossed from the window must have flustered them something fierce, Cimmorro barely recall which street leads where. They all end up somewhere in the middle of some district or another completely confused.

Han: "cimm, where are we going..." forced smile Cimmorro: "o-on an adventure, for sure" 👼 Han: withering smile...

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As they stand about confused, Han, Finn Cimmorro and Rokka overhear an altercation of sorts. In one of the nearby alleys they spot what appear to be two acolytes of sunite being accosted by a group of mercenaries

??: you see a taller red headed man say in a hurried voice “I was just saying to be a little more mindful, they just fixed that road know” he waves his arms about in the air dramatically ??: the older dwarf next to him waves his hands through the air next to him “now, now really there’s no need to start a fight” the two of them look very clearly outnumbered

Han: "also theres some guys getting jumped over there" points to alleyway "are those some priest uniform? should we help?" looks at you guys Finn: "oho! and what an adventure!" finn jogs up to join cimm, bumping shoulders friendly for a moment "shall we come to their aid? or do we keep venturing, in search of grander pastures?" his deflated energy from earlier is GONE Rokka:

Cimmorro: cimm just kind of gives finn a weird look at the statement before dismissing it with a shake of his head. "we certainly can't turn a blind eye, can we?" he goes ahead and approach the gentlemen with a friendly "yoohoo" Finn: finn thinks they could very well turn a blind eye to this, hes not so chivalrous as to beat just anyone up for free....but cimm is momentarily in charge so he doesnt retort. he just stays close enough to cimm to immediately step in if something happens Mercenary: as you chatter amongst yourselves one of the merc’s crowds the taller man against the wall as he swaggers intimidatingly close “you reeeeally trying to tell me where I can and can’t walk in my own city dandy boooy?” ??: the younger man’s face pales a little as he glances down towards his compatriot “heartwarder pleeease…!” ??: the dwarf chuckles awkwardly under his breath as he pats the merc's leg “really really, there’s no need for this!” Mercenary: as you approach the merc swivels his head towards you "huh....? augh gods another one of them" he studies your outfit briefly before looking back at your face Cimmorro: cimm gives a thin smile at the remark but plays silly "sorry to bother the very, mm, heated exchange back here but i'm afraid me and my companions are lost, see." he makes a show of the group. "was just hoping for some directions, ah, and may perchance know someone we can hire for a job?" his way of tempting them away from violence rn Mercenary: the man gives you a withering stare and grimaces before leaning away from the priest against the wall, who visibly sighs at the loss of imposed personal space "you really got a sense of timing bud, no one out on the street do for your questions?" Cimmorro: cimm gives a small but amused shrug. "you seemed like a talkative bunch? i mean, i can just go if you're not interested." Mercenary: the man leans back with his hands in his pockets as he glances between you and the priest as if contemplating his choices before he clicks his tongue. he turns to the priest against the wall again and leans forward for a second menacingly "don't ever tell me what to do again..." he leans away again, seemingly placated as he turns to the rest of his group "let's go before this one talks my ear off" he stalks off down the alley from where the party came, he makes an effort to bump into your shoulder as he goes. soon enough they amble out of sight ??: the young man slides to the floor out of relief ahead of you. Cimmorro: cimm immediately checks if he didnt get pickpocketed or anything Finn: finn just stares at cimm like 🤨 'why didnt he command me to attack?' wonders if cimms decision to talk this out was cowardice or tactics.......... this wouldntve happened if i cut that man in half tsk "you shouldve just given me the word to strike. i still can, if that bothered you" Cimmorro: cimm gives finn dead eyes in contrast to the sweet but obviously sarcastic tone. "yes because i'd love to have blood on our hands the first day i'm back home! and right in the city where the jasidan mother resides!" he goes over to check the other two acolytes "are you alright?" Finn: finn is unfazed by this....simply thinks to himself that cimm is ungrateful. checks his gloved nails Psalm: "Maybe don't go rushing in to break up fights if you don't want blood on your hands Cimmorro 🤔" Cimmorro: "well, i didn't see anyone else doing anything." he simply says without turning his head towards psalm "one moment longer these guys would be flying out the pavement next" Psalm: "Fair, just be careful is all." /shrug Psalm like we just got here...

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??: you all watch the younger man pull at his hair frustrated as he sits on the ground "auuugh... those brutes never change...!!" ??: the smaller dwarven man turns to you "yes, quite alright now, thank you very much for that!" he gives a polite bow, in a very graceful manner Cimmorro: cimm waves his hands as if to say don't mention it. "i'd advise to just lay low but, who's to say what makes some of these people fly off the handle, am i right?" he shrugs again Keva: keva offers her hand to help the young man off the ground ??: the young man pouts for a moment dramatically before glancing over at you, he takes your hand standing up again. though before you remove it he flips it around in his grasp and bends forward formally to kiss the back of it, bowing forwards "t-thank you very much, my lady" though as he says it he's still pouting with a comically sad expression, he quickly releases it afterwards Keva: keva doing the anime 💥 in surprise

??: the young man pays no mind to keva’s reaction as his attention is diverted ??: the dwarf rubs a hand across his forehead "ooh that's for sure, sadly our work requires stepping on a few toes here and there" despite his exasperation there's a glitter in his eyes that you almost find...cute Cimmorro: cimm gives the dwarf a pensive but understanding nod and a smile. "shall we get out of this alleyway at least? lest we start to look suspicious as well," he laughs ??: the dwarf nods his head quickly "yes, yes! a view of the street would be better on the nerves in sure" he turns and gestures to the young man to follow after him as you all head back out. spotting the rest of your group he politely bows again to you all

Han: hans just vibing just on the outside of the alleyway, looking vaguely intimidating to the flock of guys that just left, before turning her attention to the two pink acolytes, smiling amused by them "how did you step on their toes?" ??: he young man's pout intensifies as he he lets out a frustrated sound again from the bowels of his throat "th-the! ohhh!!" he almost seems too incensed to get the words out before he does "our kind lady of love has given us the great task of keeping these lovely streets clean but all these mercenaries don't like being told to n-not break windows whence they so please...!" ??: the dwarf chuckles a little as he pats the mans knee "right right, relax a little endra" Han: han continues to be amused and slightly perplexed "who is this kind lady of love? i guess thats good work... dont you have guards for this kind of thing?" then quieter to herself, like shes thinking outloud "unless you are guards..?" Endra: the young man named endra puts a hand over his heart as the points the other to the sky "our lady firehair herself, goddes of love and beauty sune..." he gets a tear in his eye as he says it ??: the dwarf follows after him "yes, the princess of passion as she's otherwise known...!" he has a beautiful smile on his face as he speaks "ah... the guards are a little cow toed by most locals, and alot of them get into just as many fights as the guild members" he thinks for a moment "not much difference for the rampant destruction who does it..."

As they chat Cimmorro glances around the street again trying to get his bearings after getting hopelessly lost, it suddenly clicks in his head where they are. Glancing at the signs on the road the shape of the street, he notes they’re halfway to the district holding the major churches in the area, in the midst of a good chunk of closed stores in the business area.

Seems they’ll need to turn around to find any of the actual guilds... most of the people milling about here aren't sticking around. Its quieter from when they started for sure, maybe that explains the shakedown they happened across.

Cimmorro: everyone just hears cimm go like "ahhhh. i know where we are now, we have to turn around to find the guilds, inns too for that matter. my bad :P" Plum: "that's fine," plum shrugs. "not like i know where the fuck we are. lead the way." Rokka: Rokka just nods like I totally get it "lead the way!" Han: han gives cimm a knowing smirk (i know that u got lost. punk.) and gives an ok sign for the rest Cimmorro: hes literally like :3c

Han: han thinks these guys are a little insane but she does love crazy, also recalling how cimm acts when hes allowed to preach for even a moment and connecting the dots there. "huuuuh... sounds uhh.. good of you? i never seen your uniforms in shorewater, theyre very cute :3" she leans in to mock-whisper to the dwarf, hiding her mouth from the rest "whats cowtoed...?" then she suddenly straightens out "oh! i didnt even ask your names!" Endra: the young man dusts off his jacket a little as if realising he may have gotten a little scuffed in that encounter, briefly interrupting his lamentations "ah... across the seas. its true i don't think our lady has much presence over there. thank you though...!" he preens a little afterwards standing more confidently "my name is Endra, and this-!" he gestures grandly and gracefully towards the dwarf with a bow "is our local heartwarder, sir Rioli!" he says it with a grandeur that's almost surprising Rioli: the dwarf laughs as you ask the question "ahh... under the thumb... or hmm.. cant fight back?" he blinks in thought Finn: finn clears his throat "and what exactly is the mission of your faith?" hes not tooooooo condescending about it....the fact that theyre apparently agents of the goddess of love and passion does pique his interest a bit "whats a heartwarder?" Han: han snorts at the preening, thinking damn all acolytes are the same huh lol. "pleasure to meet you! im han, and the rest are vengaboys, when they feel like it" she waves her hand at the rest of the party going in front of them (i assume cimms leading the way). at rioli's reply she ponders for a sec and goes "oh, that sounds irritating... kinda every man for himself here, huh?" Cimmorro: cimm is always like, in the middle of grimacing and laughing every time the vengaboys name is still used

Endra: the young man barely registers the tone as he speaks up putting a hand to his chest once more "to spread and inspire love and beauty across the realms, and protect it in kind. there is no greater purpose i find.." his eyes sparkle again with unshed tears as his dramaticisms kick up, he leans forward to grasp finn's hand daintily "romance and inspiring oneself against impossible odds, devotion and admiration...!" he drops finns hand and gestures once more to the dwarf as they begin to walk alongside you "a heartwarder is a great role, only gifted to the most beautiful souls of the goddess! Great Rioli here is our Bakaldor Heartwarder, truly i know none greater and loving than him" he looks off into the distance wistfully as Rioli walks ahead of him with a laugh Rioli: "Endra is too kind to me, but i do my best to lead the acolytes of the church here. The days are a struggle but the work is worth bringing smiles to ones faces" he has a rosey glow to his face as he says the words. he turns to han after smiling and waving politely "i hope you dont mind if we tag along a little, it seems were heading in the same direction anyway" he clasps his hands carefully as he nods his head after "yes... the city is lovely but not for the ah.. faint hearted" Psalm: Psalm doesn't really want to but he introduces himself also Rokka: Rokka waves "and IMMM ROKKA" Plum: plum also introduces themselves. they like them/their goal Cimmorro: "ah, so both of you are locals then? feel free to huddle along." he begins to walk and lead everyone else. "cimmorro, by the way. from our ruby sorceress' spire up in coralwash." Han: han goes hoooo at endas lil speech over the heartwarden "so sir rioli is a big deal here, huuuuh" at the faintheart comment, han snorts a little "well, thats not gonna be problem for us. actually, we are looking for inns and one guide to travel further north, to coralwash. if you have any suggestions..?" Finn finn finds himself agreeing with their mission about love and spreading passion, but he is greatly displeased by the unprompted touching, he wants to immediately retract his hand when endra takes it. he probably looks like a cat, sans some hissing. halfway through the heartwarder lecture he zones out, remembering to respond once rioli is done "and your lady? whats her role in it? i dont get it, to be blunt. what does she actually do." Endra: endra shakes his head almost aghst "our lady leads us, without her doctrines i would have been lost to darkness and despair. her words inspire me to care for myself others in kind..." he pouts as he holds back his emotions again "to our most devoted she grants us great blessings and boons so that we may continue her work... and most importantly lose ourselves in our love for her, but regardless i will spread her will far and wide...!" Rioli: rioli nods next to him as if in agreement "aha, endra is one of our most passionate newer acolytes, were glad to have him" endra seems to beam at the praise before rioli turns to cimmorro "ohh, a brother from up north? you might be here to see the weary rest temple i imagine" he gives a polite greeting to you before smiling at everyone else "others seem to like me, in kind i strive to repay the kindness" as your question he thinks "i see... i know of a few places i could point you towards in fact, every now and again our acolytes do employ their services" Endra: he pipes up after "especially after dealing with those brutes..!" Finn: things start to click for finn. he sighs a little, exhausted by endras enthusiasm for the topic, he regrets asking. he may agree with their message, but to finn this doesnt look too different from the letterheads...just a different objective. hes glad when endra and rioli move on from talking to him......but he finds himself wishing he could just curl up in the nape of psalms cape right now

Cimmorro: "it is one of my stops, yes." he gives whatever formalities jasidans have in return lol "we're just passing through the city, mostly. heading towards to antessa, so if the place you're going to suggest has someone fit for that kind of thing, i'd be most grateful!" Rioli: rioli strokes his beard thoughtfully "of course of course, most people come through here on travel" he smiles again "i know just the place, we can lead you there on our way. he thinks again "ah, though i warn you if you're heading north i hear theres been a bit of trouble on the road lately" he glances around at you all "though with a group this large you may not be in too much bother" Cimmorro: "oh? you don't say. what kind of trouble might that be?" Endra: endra pipes up next to you gracefully leaning forwards "theres been sightings of a great beast on the main road there, some call it a dragon... though others say its simply a drake........... or giant lizard..." he almost gives you a conspiratory eye as if hes sharing information of great import Rioli: he follows after him "i'm not too sure what it is exactly... but it seems travellers are getting attacked at the very least. so id try to keep to a larger caravan if youre dead set on going, hate to see you folks get hurt" Cimmorro: cimm looks surprised but tilts his head at endra. "and this was only fairly recently?" Endra: he nods very seriously "yes...word started coming in about it a week or so back..." Cimmorro: "mmmn, that is quite troubling indeed. i'm certainly not hoping this happened between the road here to coralwash? and instead farther north?" Endra: endra leans in more intensely a hand to his forehead "ack.. ive heard both... as if it were moving about.. its a truly vexxing thing" he leans back again "we are to love all creations... but none that harm so wantonly..." Rioli: he nods in front of him "yes... i think a bountys been put out recently, so its most likely a real threat if youre headed that way" Cimmorro: "ayayay..." he starts to rub his head from the side. "and if we were to inquire more information on this and this bounty, would you happen to know what the next best place would be?" Rioli: rioli hums rhythmically as he twirls his beard once again "id enquire into one of the guilds, they usually know about most of the bounties put out here. the voice of the brigade would have information most definitely, ill show you the building when we get there" he pats your leg jovially, appreciating the seriousness with which youre considering it Cimmorro: he laughs a little at the cheerfulness. "we're in your care then, sir"

Han: hans face immediately lights up like its christmas "lets hunt dragon" shes shaking Psalm: "No." Han: "WHY NOT!" Psalm: "Give me three good reasons why." Finn: finn doesnt quite light up like han, but he feels his spirits lifting at the prospect of fighting "..." he stares at han. contemplating if he should say anything. Keva: keva grumbles to herself "we're never going to get to antessa" Han: she starts counting on her fingers "one. it would really fucking cool. my pride would soar. two. good practice for future fights. three. ...." she keeps thinking "its pain in peoples butts here, so we might get praised for it...? or like, coin. you like coin, right???" desperating pleading at psalm Plum: "you can if you want, but i'm not gonna join you." plum frowns. Han: PLEADING EYES Plum: plum shields their eyes from han's look w their hands Rokka: Rokkas unsure how he feels about this Finn: ".....i would join" finn quietly mutters Psalm: "Two of those are not good reasons to delay our trip... and we're not exactly in need of money right now." Han: han sniffles sadly, looking down and kicks a pebble at her feet "fine... we dont have to hunt dragon.... whatever....... its not like it would be the coolest shit ive ever done......" she keeps grumbling Finn: "we might not be in need of money but its a once in a lifetime experience... and we'd secure our road" Han: han looks at finn with a ray of hope 🥺 Psalm: "Or we could let someone else deal with it, or travel a different way.." Finn: "ah, theres that cowardice ive come to expect of you psalm" finn shakes his head "let someone else deal with it he says... tsk. how perfectly unreliable" he gives him a sharp glance "we have dealt with far worse than a dragon in that cellar i daresay" Han: han pokes him in the back "stop being so safe and boriiiing" >_< Psalm: He crosses his arms, "I'm not rising to the bait, you two. It's just a waste of time." Han: pouts and pokes him harder one more time Psalm: He gives her an unimpressed look. Plum: you want to delay your uncle's request?" plum raises an eyebrow. Finn: finn pouts and blushes a bit "h-he would understand!" Plum: "well you know him better than i do." plum muses. "i'm not stopping you all, i just don't wanna help."

Cimmorro: cimm overhears the conversation behind him "the creature would be a problem that will cause delay either way anyway no? not saying we should put our heads into its mouth so willynilly, but if push comes to shove we would have to deal with it." Plum: "i think that's different from going looking for it." Psalm "This is different to going hunting for it. Because in your case, I agree Cimmorro." Cimmorro: "true. going out of the way is not really an option... unless our guide is a miracle worker" Han: han in her mind is like (praying) the dragon will find us.. the dragon will find us.... Finn: finn joins in this mental prayer, at the same time, coincidentally

As the party all chatter they slowly make their way back towards where the guilds and larger inns seems to be located within the city, Rioli and Endra bracketing their sides as they do. They spy a few giant buildings before them lining the street, various large entrances and open doors leading to grander interiors filled with mercenaries and adventurers of all sorts coming and going even late into the evening.

They spy a few outdoor food vendors and tables scattered about as dinner time seems to envelop the area

Rioli: he points over towards one of the larger wooden buildings, stacked high up into the sky "that over there is the voice of the brigade, you can inquire hiring people and other information there. I find most of their employs to be the pleasurable sort, they treat my acolytes with care" Endra: he pipes up behind him emphatically "Indeed....! Gentle people with resilient hearts through and through" Rioli: he then gestures to another building down the road, covered in red and pink trappings and decorations "that there is the ken embrace, an inn run by my fellow amors. It should be a good place to rest down for the evening" he smiles before wagging a finger in the air in an upbeat manner "tell them the heart embraces you, and they'll skim just a little off the price! consider it my thanks for the evening"

Cimmorro: "wonderful! may both the goddesses bless you with their best graces," he clasps his hands together gratefully. Han: han skips in a wahoo pose "thanks lots and lotsss!! wheres your erm.. temple?" looks at cimm like is it a temple you people congregate at..? Cimmorro: he gives you a lil thumbs up P: 👍 Rioli: rioli smiles and gives a graceful bow again "and the same to you, may love follow you" he turns to han and smiles as he turns, pointing to the eat at the skyline "its near the jasidian temple actually, the tireless comb works away nearby. The square white building is our main temple, should you need find me i'll most likely be there" he twirls his hand imparting the statement with a little glittery flair Han: han checks out the horizon, trying to spot it <insert some flirty remark from han here thats adequately han-bad while my brain doesnt work>

Endra: endra puts a hand to his cheek as he grumbles under his breath "aooough... next time i'll bring some well equipped friends of my own..." Rioli: he laughs and waves at you all "i'll endeavor to keep us out of trouble, thank you all again vengaboys!" the two split off, leaving you to your own devices once more. Han: waves byeeeee Vinny: thinks for a moment before he turns his head away from where they walked off "well, they were quite nice" Cimmorro: "weren't they?" he turns to the general group again. "so, guild, yes? unless some of you want to begin settling down for the night first then by all means." Han: "business first, pleasure later" ^_^ han good mood now

Cimmorro: if he's gonna eat anything more it's likely just snacks.... krenic street food <3 Rokka: Rokka would get street fewd snacks and just walk while eating

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> 🎵 Dinner Time / CxM OST

The party decide to check out the guild first, heading through the busy street they stroll your way over to the wide open doors of the brigade. The interior is large but has a homely feeling, filled with a an assortment of people seated at tables in a nearby lounge area. A large noticeboard and central desk with numerous attendants speaking to various sorts of mercenaries sit near the entrance.

The ground is covered in green carpets that shine a little in the light, they see a large symbol of a coin over a knife carved into the front of the desk as one of the attendants glances downwards at some paperwork in her hands.

Cimmorro: uhhh i'll approach the attendant and try to get their attention ig "good evening! my group require an aide for our travels northward to antessa." Plum: i'm gonna follow cimmorro since we probably need to pay and we just got all this money i've been holding onto Attendant: she glances up at you as she tucks some of her stray hair behind her ear "ah? looking for a guide for further inland then" she thinks as she shuffles a few things here and there around "hmm.. ive got a couple people available for a job along those lines. did you want a single guide or multiple?" Han: "just one person should be fine.. right..? its not like we need more mouths to feed..." Rokka: "We have to feed them..?" Han: han stares at him "why.. wouldn't we... where would they get food from otherwise... gather our resources..." Rokka: He scratches his head in confusion, "I just thought they could handle it themselves? like have their own thing set" 🤔 Han: han blinks in thought, clearly not having considered that "they... could be...?" Rokka: Rokka blinks back "right.....?" Cimmorro: "i think we can do with a single. though i am curious what additional benefits come with multiple, is it like a bodyguard service?" Attendant: she nods her head "if you want a little more security, it costs more obviously but some people also only work in bigger groups as opposed to alone. consider it renting a set" she smiles and shuffles through a few papers before handing them "here's the singular guides available at the moment" as you skim through them you see three sheets of parchment with names and information listed on them, detailing their skills and abilities as well as conditions they're willing to work, pay etc. etc. she then points to the lounge "look through and see who you like, they're all here at the moment actually so you can approach them directly once you've decided with the offer" Han: if cimms takes the documents, hans gonna try to read them over his head Cimmorro: "thank you," he takes the parchments with han over his head already making a ruckus. it doesn't deter him much from his next question. "one more thing if i may, i heard about some attacks on the main road and bounties that had been offered for it. know anything about it?" Han: puts head entirely on cimm's and nuzzles him "ciiiimmmmmy i knew you wanted to hunt dragon tooooo" <3 Cimmorro: han hears him sigh. "i just want to make sure we know what we're dealing with in case it jumps on us..." he tries to crane his head away from her now Han: sticks to him to annoy him for a little bit more Plum: plum laughing @ han

Finn: finn leans a bit into psalms personal space at what cimm says and he just looks at psalm as if to mock him "oh noooo the dragoooon" he whispers and grins Psalm: Psalm deadpans, "Oh noooo, have fun fighting it on your oownnn." He's still unimpressed. Finn: finn wasnt leaning directly against psalm, but at that he drops against his shoulder (NOT W HIS FULL WEIGHT OFC) and he just pouts up at him "buhhh.... still a coward huh?" Psalm: "I prefer to think I'm being pragmatic." Keva: keva getting a little annoyed with the dragon hunting talk but she keeps it to herself for now Finn: "hmm.......and would you be impressed if i slayed it? if you could watch me..." still leaning against his shoulder Psalm: Psalm steps backwards one step. "I'd be impressed if anyone slayed it honestly, but ideally I'd be far away from that scenario. Unless I have no choice.." Finn: finn playfully stumbles but gets out of psalms personal space. he merely rolls his eyes at the lackluster response

Attendant: she looks back up and nods her head "ahh our bounties" she shuffles through a pile very quickly before handing on over towards you "that ones pretty recent, not too many groups going after it at the moment" you are handed a piece of parchment with information on it.

DRAKE BOUNTY - LOCATED ON THE MAIN ROAD BETWEEN BAKALDOR AND CORALWASH Help wanted to slay a beast terrorising the main road, any group or persons returning with the head of the beast or proof of safe passage hereafter is able to collect a subsequent bounty of 5000 GOLD PIECES. Beast is said to be blue in colour and draconic in nature, beast hunts during the night and has been sighted exclusively during said hours.

Cimmorro: he just lightly smacks the parchment on her face and goes "argh! go busy yourself with this & ask the others which one they want" to the attendant "you have my gratitude~" he takes the addtional parchment and walks away from her, facing the group again passing all the parchments around "so...?" Han: she squawks, lets him go and pouts, but takes the papers and reads them over, trying to spot the people described Psalm: Psalms busy looking at the dragon bounty like "Five whole k...." Plum: "err.. i'm impartial." plum says, shifting through the parchments. "we just need someone to lead us around right? how different does that get between each guide?" they're wondering how exactly we select as a party Han: "well, it would be good to choose someone we all like..." han says as she leads Cimmorro: "well, i personally would at least get someone sociable if i'm gonna be stuck with them for quite some time. but aside from that, it's just a matter of their service terms really." Finn: "why dont we evaluate them personally?" finn vaguely gestures with one hand Cimmorro: "go ahead then, i have matters to discuss"

The party glance at the parchments with the profiles of the guides.

Venerella / half drow ranger / 100g a week 12 years of experience Daily needs tended, additional bodyguard capabilities Notes: I’ll bring my own ale if youre worried about paying for that

Cherin / dragonborn sorcerer / 85g a week 7 years of experience Food not part of wages, additional trapping capabilities Notes: I’ve been a local for years, know alllllll the backways

Mars / half orc fighter / 50g a week 8-10 years of experience Daily needs tended Notes: GET ME OUT OF HERE

Psalm: Psalm reads that like one of these notes is not like the others.. Plum: plum hums at han and cimm like that makes sense. they're the last one's notes like ????????????? Keva: (can't read the notes and has no idea) "what would you write?" Plum: "i'd write 'i'll bring my own ale if you're worried about paying for that'" Finn: "8 to 10 years of experience? why dont they know the amount of experience they have?" finn genuinely frowns at mars' sheet. also finds it suspicious that this mars person completely tends to themself and is that cheap (<- muttering to himself) Psalm: "I say we pick the cheaper one." Plum: "i think we should pick him because i'm worried about him." Han: reading off the page han goes "like, one of these says "get me out of here" and another says "ill bring my own ale"..." she tsks judgingly "i would write something like... lots of experience trapping and hunting, can provide food, quick on my feet, best weapon bow, fine with being used as meatshield, great fuck, adequate talker..." she looks at keva quizzically "what else would traveller want?" Psalm: "You should want customers that dont treat you as a meatshield ." Han: "but you lot are all skin and bones..." Psalm: 'I- ok." Doesn't argue Rokka: "I want to help Mars..."

Keva: keva's not really interested in helping hire their guide and is busying herself eyeing the notice board even tho she can't read anything... still eavesdropping tho if she can

As the group chatter briefly Cimmorro walks off by himself to cast a sending spell at his sister Malaya.

Cimmorro: "HEY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ABOUT A DRAKE IN THE MAIN ROAD" Malaya: you hear a girls voice on the other end go "WEAHHH!! CIMM!! HI! oh you didnt know? it hasn't come around the town but it seems like its prowling around... we were going to ask-" and then it cuts out Cimmorro: continues it "ask what? i was worried if it started causing trouble around there. there's a good chance we might bump into it so i might have.." he rubs at his face as it cuts out Malaya: she replies again "ask willow! ask willow if we could hire someone to take care of it i meant...but if you do it thats good too, be-" it cuts out again Cimmorro: if vinny is nearby he just sees cimm claw his face at some corner mentally going GUESS GONNA HAVE TO DRAGON HUNT NOW FFS Vinny: he looks over at you mildly concerned at the conversation and your following reaction as he leans forward a little "er... good talk?" Cimmorro: he turns to vinny with a glare, not really at vinny himself but just the situation at hand. he continues to kinda just grumble to himself while regrouping. "willow isn't home... it's gonna take a while til they do... what if that thing attacks the town... fuck's sake...! i'll be restless unless we do something about it..." Vinny: he stares as the situation dawns on him his face going a little drawn as he lets out a awkward cough "ahh... dragon hunting after all then" he pauses as he closes his eyes with a sigh "well some of the others will be happy about it, at least?" Cimmorro: "i hope they won't turn tail at the sight of it then because i believe we need that thing gone... do you know anything about those things?" Vinny: "well at this point... i think a dragon might be less scary than the horrors weve all witnessed so far" he gets a far away look in his eye "lets hope we chance across it in er... optimum circumstances on our way" he adjusts his glasses a little as he thinks "and i dont know too much.. aside from the basics, we know its colour though i could make a bit of antitoxin to help us against the elements" Cimmorro: cimm's mood sorta gets better at the sound of his plans, as opposed to everyone else just being liek LETS GOOO AND KILL ITTTT WOOO, and looks up at vinny with sparkles in his eyes. "you are like a beacon of hope, you know that?" he keeps walking towards the lounge. "makes it a little less nerve wracking. hopefully i'll get home in one piece, geez." Vinny: he follows after almost laughing at the compliment "it's nothing that dramatic? but whatever makes you feel better about this. for what its worth i hope we can take care of it before it can do any more damage..." he tries to not shake at the image of a gigantic dragon in is head "lets hope its young......" Cimmorro: "okay, well," he stops in his tracks "i know why you hope for that but now i'll just feel bad if it's young.... 🥺" Vinny: he makes a conflicted face back at him "... im trying to find some more hope here lets try and not think too hard about it. killing innocents remember... eating travellers..." he waves a hand in the air as if to focus them up Cimmorro: "right... the terror, you're right..." he just looks dejected really doing a weak fist pump to show a faint sense of camaraderie.

Still deciding on who to pick Finn squints over at the lounge room and with a keen eye based on looks and nearby equiptment, spots the three listed around the large room. A tall drow woman chugging back a tankard. A dragonborn, silver and blue with heavyset arms appears to be reading something, and a half orc man with one eye at a desk staring down at a piece of parchment. He asseses the dragonborn as a solid 5/10 on his personal attractiveness scale

Finn: 5/10...finn can work with it, if the sorcerer is as fun as he made himself sound on the parchment. finn decides to approach cherin and strides towards him with purpose. he leans against the desk in a manner he hopes is flirty and goes "so you know all about the backways i hear?" Cherin: the dragonborn blinks and looks over almost put off "...and whos asking?" Psalm: PSALMS GOING TO HOVER BC HES CONCERNED Han: han spits laughing at finn and turns away from that conversation Plum: plum horrified Finn: "someone who might just hire you" finn absent mindedly twirls a strand of his hair and then smiles in a somewhat conceited manner "or are you not so keen on getting to know each other first?" Cherin: he tilts his head a little as if scrutinising you a moment before replying "you aint paying me for sexual favours just so yer' aware, least i dont think i wrote that" he folds his arms and leans back in his chair a little Psalm: Psalm is literally holding his face in his hands Rokka: Rokkas reaction to finns convo

Finn: "that can just be an extra, if youre interested" finn says this as if talking about something completely normal "i really am looking into hiring you though. we wanna travel upwards to coralwash but dont know our way around" Cherin: the man almost appears offended as you go on "...yeah i dont think i am" he kind of waves his hand in the air as you go on "good luck with...all of that" Finn: "good luck getting hired with that attitude!" finn sneers and turns on his heel. as he spots psalm he merely raises an eyebrow in an unimpressed manner "were you hoping to talk to this novice?" Psalm: "I was going to step in in case you ruined our chances of hiring him, but you've managed it so impressively fast that I didn't even get the chance." He turns to Cherin and just goes, "Sorry about my companion. I'm not sure he's used to speaking to people." Cherin: he looks over at you as you make yourself visible and scrutinises you a little "er...yeah... well. i could tell" Finn: finn just smirks at psalm with great restraint, highly amused by psalms way of putting it "ha! no need to waste any more time with him. hes missed his chance!" finn huffs and pulls psalm away by the sleeve. once theyre a few steps away he talks quieter so ideally only psalm would hear "once he hears of the most gorgeous, violet dragon slayer whos most skillful with his blade and accompanied by 6 brave warriors known as the vengaboys he'll come to remember this moment with great shame!" finn giggles, fully convinced of his own words here "ive also spotted the ranger, if youd like to verify her skills? that one i have no interest in. at least not yet." he tilts his head a little, saying this in a normal way to psalm Psalm: Psalm weighs the pros and cons of being a know it all vs not pissing Finn off and goes, "I'm sure he'll wring his hands at the sky once he finds out." He says this as sincerely as possible, but it's somehow still sarcastic. "In any case, I don't think we even really need a guide, so I've no interest in trying to hire the most expensive one here. Let's just wait on what the others figure out." Finn: finn shoots psalm A Look for being sarcastic but is otherwise non-hostile "hmph... if we dont even really need a guide, why are we here?" Psalm: "Cimmorro wants one, and even if I don't think we need one, who knows? Maybe one will come in handy later? I've just been following everyone around." Finn: finn would like to think psalm is stupid for this, but unfortunately he also has just been following everyone around, so he cant. he thinks psalm is stupid for everything else though "and youre sure you dont wanna pass the time by interviewing the ranger anyway? moneys not an issue for me" he flips his hair arrogantly

Cimmorro: continuing on walking back into the lounge he just scans how everyone kinda split up. 2 people he doesn't want to be with are together so the only logical option is the other group, minus keva who seems to be busy uninvolving herself. cimm walks past you two and goes "if you don't want our travel time to double, maybe even triple, YOU'D WANT A GUIDE. hmph!" and continues walking Finn: finn just tails.jpg at the passive aggressive way theyre being spoken to and looks at psalm like 'are u seeing this shit???' Psalm: Psalm just shrugs, "Well there you have it, really. and absolutely sure, why would I interview someone I have no interest in hiring?" Finn: finn just looks at psalm deadpan rn "for entertainment" like he cant believe psalm is this joyless "and she might be the better option. imagine that." Psalm: "It looks like the others have already made arrangements with the other guy though." Finn: finn spares the group a glance and then shrugs "wait..." he looks at psalm again and squints "i ought to be still mad at you for what happened on the airship, actually. dont come near me again. unless its to apologize. and youd better do it right" he then stalks off to join the others and evaluate this mars person with his own eyes Psalm: Psalm wracking his brain like apologise for what... but with nothing else to do he just walks off to go look at the signboard also.

As Finn’s attempt crashes and burns Plum goes over towards Mars instead to start up conversation.

Plum: "evening, can i ask you some things about your services?" they say and gesture to the parchment with mars' advertisement on it Rokka: Piggybacking on plums greeting, "DO YOU NEED HELP" Mars: Seeing Plum approach, he turns and his like one good eye widens a little. "Oh uh, yeah any particular-" And at rokka’s outburst he tries to hide a wince. "Ah yeah I was about to... ask the guild handlers to omit that part." He looks a little sheepish. Plum: plum snickers a bit but not in a mean way. "yeah, are you...alright?" Rokka: He pats mars on the shoulder "No worries!! I am here to help buddy!" Mars: "Aah there was a snag in my travels, ended up stranded here. If its about the pay I'm truly willing to go a little lower, I just need enough to get by until I get to my final destination." when rokka pats his he doesn't really react other than look up at rokka with a teeny eeny weeny bit of hope? Han: han looks at him concernedly, "i dont really care about pay but seriously.. are you okay? where do you wanna go?" Plum: "oh i get you. you don't need to go any lower though, you're already the lowest one here," plum squints their eyes at the parchment, rereading it."me and him, and the rest of our party," plum gestures vaguley behind them, "are trying to get to antessa from coralwash. we just don't know the area to get there that well." Rokka: Rokka nods "I'll he happy to help ya if u can help us too!" Mars: "I'm heading to Shar Yun actually, so a bit further west of Antessa. Coralwash... haven't been there myself admittedly but I've heard of it, and then to Antessa..." He's looks away for a bit to try to recall where all of these way points are before looking back at the trio. "Yeah, alright that's doable, I'd uh, be happy to help too."

Cimmorro: he continues walking to where Han is "hello my sweetie, how fares the canvasing?" Plum: "great, pleased to make your acquaintance. let me just wait for the rest of our group to stop being fuckers and we can see about hiring you." they look over at cimmorro as he shows up. Han: han takes all this in seriously then goes "how excited would you be to hunt dragon" han looks behind her "oh hi, uh, my.. fruit??" she has no idea what cimm called her this "this is mars, hes travelling to shar yun, and he has problems (i dont know what kind yet)" Mars: He just nods and wonders for a bit what the group he's gotten himself into would be like actually he thought they were the whole group . At han’s proposition he hrms a little. "Oh that thing? Not too opposed to it I suppose, if you guys didn't show up, I likely would've gone and joined a group of that for some extra dosh. Before we get going though, could I maybe know the names of my benefactors here." Rokka: Rokka grabs his hand and shakes it "SWEET!!!! PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS WITH YA" Mars: JUST GOES ALONG WITH THE HANDSHAKE everyone seems nice ^__^ .................................................................. ^ he doesnt know about finn Han: han stares at mars with sparkles and hearts in her eyes "you would....?" nearly cries from how happy she is to get a fellow dragon slaying ally and slams her fist down "okay!! im hiring you immediately!!!" :D

Cimmorro: cimms just kinda :3c at the fruit comment but then kinda just blinks blankly at her "....who's the what and the where now?" it can't be? he just kinda pushes past her to see mars in full "WHAT????" and then he just scans his face all over, hands and everything "you said you're going to--- WHAT???" Keva: the yelling draws keva over to see wtf is happening lol Han: han lets cimm do his thing while being like yikes, weirdo cimm moment Vinny: curious about cimm's outburst vinny peers around him to glance over at mars, he gets a look on his face as if trying to recall something, thinking as he stares Plum: plum jolts at cimm. "are you good?" they're not sure why it matters whether mars wants to go for the dragon or not. Mars: "Oh that's great?" He dounds unsure if this is a good thing or not. At cimm coming over he kinda just watches this new guy but his outburst just makes him think this group full of boisterous guys huh...! It actually takes him a while to recognise Cimm and the recogtion just makes him go. "OH. What- I thought you were in Shorewater" From the last time cimm saw him he lost an eye Cimmorro: "well, i WAS. now i'm here, and you--? and what---? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THIS?" he's pretty much doing a full physical exam on his lost eye talking to plum "a-and i'm fine, it's just, this is my friend!! he was travelling with me before" he says without turning his attention away from his face now Han: han just watches this happen, hand in chin, entertained again

Finn: "are you alright vinny?" since cimm is busy freaking out about the gods know what, he decides to bug vinny for the moment Vinny: he puts a hand to his chin in thought as he continues staring at whatever cimmorro seems to be doing to the mans face (hypocrite echoes in his mind) "i just feel as if ive seen him before..." Finn: finn studies vinnys expression, making sure to take note of the uncharacteristic way vinny keeps staring. he doesnt seem to want to talk much right now, and since vinny is the only person whose boundaries finn fully respects he decides to back off "huh. curious" he just quickly responds and then leaves him be, having seemingly no choice but to watch the drama between cimm and mars unfold Vinny: he continues thinking as he scratches the back of his head humming to himself "so much has happened lately im having trouble remembering why..." he continues watching behind the others alongside finn for a moment

Rokka: In the middle of all the commotion rokka starts introducing everyone to mars "IM ROKKA, this is plummy, thats hannie--oh! And here's cimmy but it looks like u know him? She's keva, that guy is finn, psalm aka my ex roomie is over there, and thaaatsss vinny!" Han: han is like oh ye lol names and waves when she gets called Plum: "oh, i thought you were worried about the dragon thing." as far as plum is concerned that is not a concern or theirs. they give a curious look at mars. "huh, small world." Mars: "Yeah shmall world." His good eye just blinks in shock. He's too busy getting his face turned around like a mannequin head in Cimm's examinations. If cimm does lift the eyepatch the eye socket is there, its just scarred over pretty badly but its still like. THERE Cimmorro: cimm perks up and away from mars at the mention of the dragon again. "well, err.. about that... i would now also prefer if we get rid of that thing. my sister raised some concerns of it being too close to town..." Keva: keva makes a face like 'not you too' Finn: "aha! so we are to be dragon slayers after all?" finn chimes in, without a care for tact or grace at the euphoria of getting to hunt this dragon Plum: "ahhhh," plum says unhappily. "great. at least it sounds more reasonable when you say it. but does this town not have their own guards or whatever for this kind of thing...? i guess not." they mutter Cimmorro: cimm huffs and crosses his arms, at nothing in particular. "it seems to be dire enough for my sister to require willow's actions to hire a hunting group, so i don't think the regular guardsmen are enough." Plum: plum hums. that makes sense. they're learning so much about the world today. "i dunno if i'll be much help, but alright i guess." Cimmorro: he just looks at plum like this 🥺

Mars: "Ah nice to meet you all...!" HE"S STILL GETTING TURNED I THINK? He manages to get a glimpse of Vinny and goes. "Oh, Vildristin, I think...?" Psalm: Psalm gives a short wave. Vinny: he blinks as hes addressed then snaps his fingers "ah...! thats it.. ah hello!" Mars: "Right your couch." He snaps a finger in recognition Han: han looks between these two "how do YOU two know each other??" O_o Rokka: Rokka just looking between mars and vinny like how do they know each other too o_o Vinny: he tilts his head curiously at that being mentioned of all things "th... well yes i suppose my couch" he nods his head "werent you with...?" then to han "i ah, met him recently through ezra" Cimmorro: "small world indeed..." hearing mars and vinny's thing Mars: This is insanity to Mars rn.

Han: "what happened to your eye then?" Mars: "It... Got stolen?" Scratches head a lil Cimmorro: he just hears cimm click his tongue and glare at him disapprovingly when he hears this Mars: "Hey now it wasn't willing......................................." Han: "h....hooowww??" leans in a lil hmm?? hmhmhm??? han looks between them and then settles on studying mars. she pokes over her own right eye "ezra is missing an eye too..." Plum: this actually makes plum more interested in the conversation but they don't have anything to say about it Mars: "The long and short of it is that I had it stolen in Shorewater." Grimaces a bit. "Quarry I was tracking." Han: she tilts her head "why do you sound like you can get it back?" Mars: "Kind of just a theory really, I've been tracking people who this... eye thief? Attacks, and they all mention- Well I guess I experienced it too now- their eye getting taken from them. Figured they might be keeping it for something..." He's off in theory land now and doesn't really look all that pleased about it. "Either way I'd personally like to stop this thing." Han: han hmmmms "and you think theyre in shar yun..? is that how you know ezra?? he also got his eye stolen??" Mars: "Oh you know him too?? Small world indeed......” Vinny: he almost laughs at the comparison between mars and ezra "speaking of, is he...here too?" he almost glances around the room "i thought you were heading the other way..." Mars: “No, no, Ezra and I got to Shar Yun but uh-" He looks away. "We got separated, along with most of my gear. Some kind of trap dropped me off here." Cimmorro: "wait so, that explains it, but how long have you been here?" Han: okay now han looks bewildered "wh- what kinda trap??" Vinny: he blinks wide eyed at the statement "d-does he know youre alive?" Mars: "A pretty odd one I'll be honest." <- A lil embarassed. "I've only been here for Hardly a day really, just kind of got here late yesterday. I wanted to let Ezra know but the best I could do with the funds I had right now was get my bird to send a letter, but who knows how long that'd take."

Cimmorro: "good grief. well i could shoot him a message, unless vinny here would like to do the honors." Mars: He was deep in thought and then blinks and looks up at Cimm. "Wait you can do that??" Vinny: he puts a hand to his forehead as if shocked "oh gods, he probably t-thinks you disintegrated yourself" then towards cimm "ah, yes yes thats true please, let me. you just had a conversation yourself" he looks back at mars "i-is there anything in particular you'd like me to tell him?" Mars: "Just... tell him I'm fine, really, I'll catch up with him soon. I dunno, maybe sorry it took so long to get back to him?" V minutely a wreck about this Vinny: he nods his head "perfect alright, er- one moment" he flicks his fingers through the air as he speaks an incantation "ah, ezra? vinny here, i've got mars with me. he says he's all right and he'll catch up with you soon, he also apologises" after a moment of listening back vinny nods to himself and glances back at you mars "he said ah... he's happy you're alive. wouldn't have been a great first day on the job if he'd got you killed, and that he will meet you there" he folds his hands in front of himself and smiles a little "he sounded quite relieved by what i could tell, and confused.. but well thats to be expected i think" he pats mars on the shoulder as if to say cheer up afterwards Han: han is like aw..... sniffles "well now we GOTTA make sure you get back to ezra safely too...." huffs, determined Mara: "Believe me I was pretty... confused myself." He laughs a little awkwardly but he does sound relieved too. "I feel like I was supposed to help you guys out, but I'm glad we can all find an agreeable arrangement." He says easing up a little bit. Han: "friend of friend is my friend too!" Rokka: rokka nods at mach speed @ han's comment Finn: finn glaring daggers at her back rn and thinking about how much he doesnt want this random mans problems. curse han for her stupid curiosity and boundless love for stupid strangers. idiot. moron. imbecile.

Cimmorro: cimm sighs a lil dramatically. what a turn of events. "that's that then. where are you staying currently?" Mars: He thinks a little bit on Vinny's and Han's words a little touched and realises yeah Ezra is kind of like that. He looks back at Cimm with a full head swivel "Just here actually." He stuffs the parchment he was reading to a back pouch somewhere. "They've got barracks in the guild." Cimmorro: "and you're alright here? we plan to settle down at one of the sunite amor's inn for tonight." he looks at everyone else "do we have a set day we'd want to start trekking to coralwash? i'm good as soon as i get those horses and my commitment with kevster tomorrow is over with." Keva: keva just squints her eyes like why'd he say it like that Rokka: "i'm ready whenever! just happy to touch land again........." Finn: "preferrably as soon as possible" Han: "i just want to walk around, see the city..." she shrugs "and thats all" Plum: "i don't have anything doing so..." they shrug Psalm: "What works for everyone else works for me. What are you planning on doing tomorrow?" Han: she leans over to tease cimm "also, what commitment with keva, so mysterious..." Cimmorro: :3 Han: she doesnt bother pressing him but just makes suggestive eyebrow wiggles Cimmorro: :3 Psalm: "... ok then. "

Cimmorro: "may i leave the buying of the caravan to you lot tomorrow then? since i'll be grabbing the horses." Psalm: "Sure." Han: "thats.. probably fine" Keva: "would be quicker. might be best for there to be still some daylight when we go. give us some time to get the lay of the land and maybe gather clues before it gets dark and the dragon starts its hunt?" Cimmorro: cimm agrees with this Psalm: Psalm just sighs like "Guess we have no choice.." Han: "around midday sounds good..." she turns back to mars "how well do you know the area? :0" Mars: "I'd say well enough, could probably set you guys up with a decent supplies shop. Goods, caravans, the works." That well enough seems to be downplayed just a little.

Mars: "Its fine enough here for the night, you lot can go ahead to the inn. If we're set on leaving tomorrow, I was just gonna head to town, get some long term supplies." Cimmorro: "you sure?" he looks concerned "if you're not comfortable here we did get some discounts at the inn. i can cover for you" Mars: "I have slept in worse..." He mulls over. He's thinking about this a lot harder than expected before eventually caving. "But, what the hell, might be the most decent rest we'll all get in a while...? How much would it be though..." Mostly just mumbling. Cimmorro: "we'll find out. it's fine, it's fine." he waves a hand leisurely. "pack up then, you look like you could use a good nights rest." Mars: "Oh this is- This is it, I'm good to go right now." That sheepishness is back. Cimmorro: "all that you need but the eye..." he smiles a little wistfully. "let's get going then... tomorrow is busy!" Finn: when they leave for the inn finn shoots mars a nasty glare for taking up some of their time with his problems.......which he thinks are actually kind of cool. the stolen eye thing sounds thrilling but finn hates that he didnt get a say in deciding whether to help mars or not. so he takes it out on him, naturally. this is all he does for today, he doesnt bother introducing himself or anything Mars: He senses a hostile presence in the dungeons of fear and hunger but keeps on walking

The newly arranged partty make their way over to the inn across the road, stepping through the semi open front doors before them. The atmosphere is lively but a lot more relaxed than the one outside where a wrong look could send a fight careening their way.

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They glance around and see a group of performers on a small stage, providing entertainment for the patrons, most of the clientele is drinking away and eating under dim lighting among comfortable looking soft curtains and furniture. As they approach the inn keeper amor for rooms she smiles, and with the magic words they’re given that discount.

They’re offered up three spacious rooms with three beds each, the furnishing is strangely lavish and cosy to their eyes, yet still weirdly affordable. Its either that discount or the church just functions on a lower price range... in total you're they’re charged 6gp for the night as they seperate into rooms.

Cimmorro: "well... glad i pushed you over here then?" Mars: "Does look cozier..." He muses trying not to me so suspicious about the price. There's nothing wrong its just a discount.... unclench!!! Han: im gonna suck dick for this discount ok !!! dw !!!)

Keva: keva just literally picks a random room and goes in

Psalm: Psalm will just go for the remaining empty room then Plum: i'm gonna go to psalm's room

Rokka: rokka contemplating his room situation very seriously Han: pulls one of your straps "you wanna room together? again? Rokka: he immediately perks up "I WOULD LOVE TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" tail wagging and all dat Han: YAY han gonna grab the last room with rokka bye losers

Finn: finn approaches vinny quickly "vinny would you like to room with me? maybe we can get cimmorro to joins us " ☺ Vinny: he makes a face that privately reads to himself as 'i dont know about that' but gives an awkward smile "well... sure we can ask?" Finn: "well what say you cimmorro? would you spend the night with vinny and i?" he smiles...friendly...devoid of hostility Cimmorro: cimm was about to respond to mars when he just looks like this at finn's invitation

Cimmorro: "i don't know... see i had made a promise to keva we would room and vinny is also, well i have to watch over him so..." how to say he wants finn to room with someone else Finn: "i can just watch over him, then" Vinny: vinny wonders silently if he has a say in this Cimmorro: he frowns. "you'll have him all to yourself tomorrow no? i still need him for.... studies." Finn: finn feels like he gets smtH stuck in his throat and coughs. does cimm realize what hes sounding like? "is it really such a problem?..." finn starts to get nervous, his remaining options are...............not great at all. he needs this. more than cimmorro can grasp. Cimmorro: "yes i'll miss him too much 🥺" he jokes. "okay well let him pick. what say you?" Finn: finn gives vinny a hopeful look Mars: just kind of looks around like he isn't comprehending this. "Well why don't... you three just room together really...?" Cimmorro: cimm kinda kicks mars lightly on the shoe as if to tell him to stay out of it Psalm: "Agreed, Mars do you want to room with Plum and I?" Mars: "Yeah sure, hope you two don't mind." and then cimm kicks him and he's just that shocked shrek gif Finn: finn looks at cimm somewhat dejected "... i get it. dont dance around the bush next time." he says before disappearing into rokkas and hans room. problem solved. Vinny: he breathes out a weary sigh as he rubs his neck "im glad were staying in a caravan after this" Cimmorro: after giving vinny a tired look, cimm just lets out a loud sigh as his eyes shoot to the ceiling, dragging his feet to the second room not saying much else aside from just a raise of a hand at keva before he puts his bags down somewhere

Finn: "hem hem" he closes the door quickly behind himself "it would appear we three are to share a room tonight..." Rokka: "high low finn!" he waves from his corner Han: han looks at finn coming thru the door while shes in the middle of inspecting the room like someone paranoid "aaaaaaaaye fiiiinnn!!" ^O^ Finn: "high low?" he tilts his head and shuffles in, sitting down on wherever han placed his coffin, he raises his hand in a low effort wave Han: han picks up his coffin with one hand "where you want your nest?" Finn: "you can just leave it on the ground....but it might trip you both up so...wherever is fine, it doesnt need to be on the bed.........as long as im out of the way" Han: han drops it on the third bed so that its convenient to open "on bed it is then" Finn: finn nods... and climbs onto the bed "so...." he starts awkwardly "any more plans for today, you two?" Han: han peace signs at him "bar crawl with plum, find way to sune temple, smash the heartwarden if theyre into it" Rokka: "hmmm.....not really?" he hears han mention bar crawl " OHH CAN I JOIN? FINN U SHOULD JOIN!" Han: "OF COURSE YOU CAN JOIN BRO....." Rokka: double fist pump in the air "AWWW YEAHHHHHH" Finn: "the heartwarden? seriously?-" finn starts off until rokka exclaims his excitement for the bar crawl "i-i think the only two people id like to see for the rest of the day are you two.........i cant drink anyway, flattering as the offer is" he just wants to sink into his coffin already and let go Han: "aw, pity...... can you get drunk if you drink from someone who is drunk?" suddenly curious Finn: finn blinks and thinks for a moment, but finds nothing wrong with sharing this information, so he nods "but that is a rather rare opportunity that does not come by so easily" 'im more likely to get along with cimmorro' he doesnt say Han: han looks surprised for a second "really?? well, if you ever in mood, you can drink from me. that doesnt sound too hard?" scratches her head. she isnt really bothered by offering n moves on to taking care of weapons real quick before shes reading for a night of fun tm Finn: finn stares at her like tails.jpg genuinely speechless. mouth hanging open. hes gonna need to process that. his eyes are kinda just glued to her while shes doing that Han: han just goes about her business <3 Rokka: "ohhhh" rokka admiring han rn...she's so cool he thinks "yeah, finn! even if ya don't wanna drink ur always welcome to join" Finn: "i-ill think on it....." he nods at rokka as well, very taken aback by the turn this situation has taken...by all means, hes come in here expecting both of them to want him out but...somehow?... theyre tolerating him, accepting his presence and even...offering to spend time and blood- no. no surely its because theyre under contract. theres no way theyd just do this willingly...or would they? finn seems to be lost deep in thought Han: han turns to rokka for a second to agree "ye, we can find you something else to do.... maybe you would like that game, where u hit bunch of balls on table with stick... seems like your type" ^_^

Psalm: "You already know Cimmorro and Vinny, so might as well take the opportunity to get to know each other ^_^” Plum: "that's a good point, and i'm kind of curious about you" plum looks at mars a bit warily. Mars: "Sure," He says jovially enough. "You guys have any plans for the night? Its still a bit young, Bakaldor has a bunch of... decent dives around." Psalm: "I'm going to try finding the shipwrights from the airship we took over here, they owe me a round at one of the bars they said." Mars: "If its by the docks there's some bars around there, would be a good place to start." He says genuienly thoughtfully. "If they're going for quality closer to the city centre." Psalm: "Eh, I'm down to check them all out. Only one night here anyways, so might as well." Mars: He's trying to discern Psalm. "Might be a tall order for one night, but I'm not opposed to giving it a go." Yolo as they say in the scriptures Psalm: "We can stop if I find them." Mars: He just nods to that. "Ready when you are then."

Keva: keva looks up from watching amos squirrel around and stretch his legs "congratulations, you survived" Cimmorro: he doesn't turn to her direction but replies "yeah? for how much longer? euch..." Vinny: he walks in after cimm placing his own bags down before taking his glasses off to rub his eyes Keva: "well, at least you're not alone in it anymore" she turns to vinny "sorry you got dragged in" with a pitying smile Vinny: he tilts his head with a tired smile "i wouldn't have minded all that much but" he glances at cimmorro "i was not forseeing good outcomes to the combination..." he lets out a little frustrated grunt as he moves his things around Cimmorro: while he takes off his jewelry and boots, he speaks up. "seems like everyone else plans to have drinks, i, myself, plan to sleep, as tempting as drinking may be after THAT... but i shall practice restraint." he lies down on his own bed and just stares blankly at the ceiling. he mumbles to himself "maybe i should at least get a smoke before bed... augh." Vinny: he almost laughs at the dejected atmosphere of the room right now and shakes his head "i think i hear the murmurs of a pub crawl brewing next door but i might just take a little evening walk myself" Keva: "not afraid of having someone thrown out a window at you?" Vinny: he thinks for a moment "ill keep my distance from windows.." Keva: "probably would be safest, yeah" she says with some humor as she opens the lid to her treat jar to feed a little to amos (and jasper, if she wants some) Cimmorro: "they come from the scrapers sometimes too y'know" Vinny: he blinks at the statement before he taps his chin in thought "im a little curious to see how tall some of those walkways go actually..." he looks out the window contemplating Keva: okay well now keva's interested Cimmorro: cimm's literally just like. for like 10 painful seconds before he gets up with a groan, putting his shoes back on but not much the rest. if he woke up with vinny not in the room it would be a nightmare. he doesnt need more problems aside from a haughty vampire, magma tuberculosis and a dragon in their pathways right now. "i'm coming with. if you want to be alone, that's fine. i'll be at a reasonable distance away" Keva: "i was planning on staying in, too, but i'll go if you're saying there'll be a nice view from up high" Vinny: he makes an amused face "you don't need to force yourself... im not that v-vulnerable am i!?" he glances at keva like 'am i....' before looking back "i dont necessarily mind the company though... bring your pipe if you like and ill bring mine" he turns back to keva "if were not doing anything else tonight we could probably get as high up as we like... by walking first and with the help of a few tricks" he has an almost cheeky look on his face as he wiggles his fingers, a little sparkle coming off them, a rare rule breaker moment "i feel the strictness of trespassing in this city is less than the typical... though let's keep personal safety in mind as well h-haha" Cimmorro: cimm literally looks at him 🤨 like this when he asks the vulnerable part Keva: keva's like +_+ at the thought of mischief Cimmorro: cimm's tired mood also perks up a lil brighter at the sound of playtime. "sounds better than drinks, actually." Vinny: he puts his hands on his hips and nods pleased the two seem to have perked up at the idea "why waste a night in the city right? i dont see myself ever coming back after all"

As the group all ready themselves for an evening of shenanigans, the hours tick on as dawn grows closer. the journey has only just begun, and with a new friend in tow as well...

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👨‍👩‍👦‍👦👨‍👨‍👧‍👦 The Party has arrived in Bakaldor ! 🦅Mars has joined The Party

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