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~Child Of The Storm~

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

Image by - @brokendreamtale2

Warnings- slight gore

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Ch-42 ~Shards of hearts~

Days went by in a haste and soon Nikolai's birthday approached. The event seemed to be one of immense importance. Guests from different places began to show up, including Nikolai's relatives, nobles and all kinds of riches. The Grand Palace was in a state of haste in making the extravagant preparations. Nikolai had asked that no ball be thrown in his honour. It didn’t seem fitting with so many refugees going hungry outside the city walls. But still the preparations appeared lavishing.

Though the celebrations had been happening at the Grand Palace, the Grisha back at the Little Palace were delighted to find an extravagant meal prepared for them as well. Anaya had been forced by Rabeah to put on a new kefta and had styled her hair in two small braids on either sides, allowing her hair to fall down.

All of them sat in the dining hall together, chatting and laughing as they enjoyed the scrumptious dishes and drinks. Zoya and Rabeah sat on either sides of Anaya and Paja sat across her. Marie and Nadia had been hesitant to conversate with them at first, but they'd now grown to be comfortable in their presence.

"Oh and she stumbles on thin air, and falls down!" Anaya exclaimed, explaining a clumsy incident of Rabeah during their training that resulted in achieving a laughter from everyone

'So let me get this straight, she sparred with you for two hours, and even won and then tripped on nothing and fell!?" Zoya grinned with surprise

"Exactly!" Anaya responded

Rabeah's face was flushed with embarrassment but she still seemed to be enjoying, "Oh come on! I was tired" she threw her hands in exasperation

"Sure" Paja grinned. "I wonder what they're doing at the Grand Palace' she asked

"Maybe the guests had forced Prince Nikolai to dance with Alina" Nadia said, grinning

"Well it wouldn't be too bad, the Prince is an excellent dancer" Marie spoke

"The Prince is, Alina isn't" Zoya pointed a finger

"I bet she'd end up 'accidentally' stepping on his foot one too many times" Anaya made air quote with her fingers. "She really seems to dislike the poor boy" she pursed her lips

They continued to laugh to their meaningless assumptions. Both Anaya and Zoya had seemed to come out of their shell today.

Anaya continued to laugh when suddenly, she felt a nervous wave creeping over her body. The scars on her back began to ache, but she ignored them, continuing her statement. "Oh by the way" she remembered another incident and looked directly at Zoya

'Did you know what Zoya used to think of the abandoned classroom at school?" she gave a wicked grin

Zoya gave her a deadly gaze. But she continued, ignoring her "She thought it was like, cursed or something and if one would over go inside, they'd never be able to come back out"

"Really?" the rest of them looked at her in awe

"Anaya I will choke you to death if you say that" Zoya continued to glare at her

"Yeah! and she began to wail when I once forced her to come along and explore it"

All of them began laughing once again

"Oh come on it was terrifying. I had nightmares about that place!" Zoya responded, looking irritated but even she seemed to be enjoying

All of a sudden, the warning bells began to ring, distant at first, down near the city walls, one and then another, joining each other in a rising chorus of alarm that echoed up the streets of Os Alta, through the upper town, and over the walls of the Little Palace.

Before any of them could comprehend what was happening, the windows exploded. Glass rained down on them. Anaya threw up her arms to shield her face.

A wave of tremor passed through the crowd as the nichevo’ya swarmed into the room on wings of molten shadow, filling the air with the whirring buzz of insects.

Everyone looked at the monsters in horror, before Zoya, Nadia and a few other Squallers stepped forwards and blew hard gushes of wings towards them. Their formes dismembered, then went back in place. Before anyone could get a chance to run, the shadow monsters thrashed through the air, grabbing people one by one tearing them apart. Paja's gaze met Anaya's for a brief moment and then she suddenly ran

"Paja where are you going!?" Anaya screamed

"We need to get to the dishes, we have to stop this!" she reponded

"How will we even get them to work without Alina!?"

"We'll find a way" she responded, before disappearing in the crowd

Before Anaya could go after her, she felt a sudden violent grasp on her waist, jerking her backwards. She screamed, as one of the nichevo'ya grabbed hold of her. In a sudden she was swept from its grasp by a massive wave of wind. She fell back, thrashing onto a wall.

"Come on!" she saw Zoya rushing to her and helped her to her feet

Anaya looked around in panic, "Where's Rabeah!?" she asked

"I don't know, we don't have time" Zoya responding

'I have to find her!" Anaya yelled, jerking away from her grasp

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Anaya ran outside. The front door was wide open and an uncountable amount of bodies lay slithered onto the steps, the ground. She looked at them in horror as the scars on her back began to ache and throb.

She ignored it and rushed towards one of the disks. She looked up, where the dish had previously been placed, but it was no longer there. She looked around in a haste. The path to the stairs were covered in shard of mirrors and the hulk of the dish was lying shattered near. Then she noticed something beneath it, a person, Paja.

She looked at the sight in horror. The girl was crushed beneath the hulk, her blood covering the stairs. Her breathing began to increase as she looked at her body. Then she noticed two nichevo’ya crouched before the dish, gazing at their broken reflections. She took panicked breaths and stumbled backwards. Without further thought, she began to rush towards the other disk.

She could barely see more than the numerous broken shards of glass in the dark, but when she grew closer, she finally saw her. Rabeah.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov x oc

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thepapergirlandthespiegelman · 3 years

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Castlevania Season 4: I’m not mad, just disappointed

Season 4 is poorly written fanfiction, which is...better than a lot of things could be, I guess.

Spoilers below the cut.

Content warning: trauma, sexual assault, psychological manipulation

The Gods Have Had a Change of Heart

Or, “Season 3 Blocked and Ignored”

Season 3 felt like the fabric of the universe had been twisted just to inflict additional pain. Season 4 overcompensates in the other direction; trauma evaporates, and good things happen for no other reason than to make our favorite characters happy.

The Season 3 finale left two characters in particular totally devastated: Alucard and Hector. Alucard is violently betrayed in a horrifying sexual assault by the first two people he’s spoken to since Trevor and Sypha left. He ends up killing them in self-defense and puts their bodies on stakes outside the castle, alluding to his father’s habit of doing so and potentially hinting at a turn toward evil. Hector is seduced by Lenore and then enslaved using a magic ring.

Yet at the start of Season 4, it’s as if these things never happened. Alucard is troubled, but not totally devastated, certainly not evil. Taka and Sumi are referenced in exactly one conversation with new character, Greta, in which she says the rather tactless throwaway line, “I had a boyfriend and girlfriend at the same time once. But they never tried to kill me.” Hector is nominally imprisoned, but immediately seems highly agentic, perhaps even more so than before. He studies, lays traps, and makes secret plans with other people. Furthermore, his relationship with Lenore is completely transformed. From falling to his knees in abject horror and despair at being enslaved, he suddenly switches to light banter, in what is apparently a basically okay, mutually enjoyed romantic/sexual relationship. Manipulative, selfish Lenore is now a sympathetic character struggling to reconcile her own role and feelings with Carmilla’s plans.

The events of season 3 happened, remaining canon in the most basic, literal sense. But the emotional weight attached to them has disappeared into thin air.

Not gonna lie, I did breathe a sigh of relief when I saw that Alucard and Hector were okay. I’m soft-hearted! I don’t like seeing characters I like suffer! I mean, conflict is important, and I can deal with (or even enjoy in a certain sense) seeing characters suffer if it makes sense and serves a narrative purpose. But as far as I can tell, the season 3 finale was nothing more than lurid, meaningless violence. I probably wouldn’t have continued watching the show if it devolved into nothing more than finding novel ways to torture the characters.

Still, it doesn’t feel quite right to pretend like nothing happened either. Or, really, not that nothing happened, but that those things didn’t matter, didn’t hurt, didn’t leave lasting scars. That’s...almost kind of worse.

But, I thought, I can sort of forgive this sudden shift in the stars, given that there may have been some sort of change in creative direction relating to Ellis’ decreased involvement with the show.* Plus, season 3 was insanity. It’s not like it was full of great writing choices, so if we quietly ignore some of them, maybe that’s for the best.

*I only later learned that Netflix actually chose to continue with Ellis’ season 4 scripts. It is not lost on me that maybe Ellis doesn’t know how to write about the lasting effects of traumatic sexual experiences or how power dynamics can make a sexual relationship problematic because he doesn’t understand that those things exist.

Characters Being Nobody and Nothing Happening

Pretty Pictures, Not Much Else

Unfortunately, the disconnect between seasons 3 and 4 isn’t the only problem with this season. Although I felt that season 4 was a bit less boring than season 3 (I particularly enjoyed some of the earlier episodes of season 4), it suffers from the same basic problems of Characters Being Nobody and Nothing Happening.

None of the characters experience any significant development, let alone any sort of coherent arc. Sypha has changed slightly, becoming more rough and jaded. I did really like the scene where she talks about becoming the kind of person who says “shit.” I think it really speaks to how entering into a relationship with someone means taking on aspects of their lifestyle, and how that can change you in ways that you can’t predict and therefore can’t exactly “agree” to. Sometimes those changes are good, sometimes they’re bad, sometimes they’re neutral, and sometimes it’s difficult to know. But you have to accept that you’re sacrificing some aspects of the person that you could have been if you chose to live completely independently, or with someone else.

Trevor really hasn’t changed since season 1 when he first decided to take up the mantle of hero again. Likewise with Alucard. Hector and Lenore change, as previously noted, but that change is sudden, jarring, and occurs completely off screen in between seasons 3 and 4. Carmilla dies as exactly as she lived: bitter, angry, and violent. Saint Germain just kind of...gets fucked over in a nonsensical subplot, which is its own whole can of worms.

We also get several new characters in season 4, none of whom have developed personalities or motives, nor do they develop any of those things over the course of the season: Greta, Zamfir, Varney, Ratko.

And nobody. Does. Anything.

Trevor and Sypha spend the entire season trying to explore and aid Targoviste, which comes to absolutely nothing. They’re unable to help anyone, Zamfir dies, and they end up just jumping through a magic portal to the actually relevant subplot in the finale. Carmilla literally does little more than draw maps until she’s ultimately killed. Hector plays a minor role in Saint Germain’s extraction of Dracula from Hell; otherwise, he and Lenore basically just exchange banter. Saint Germain does sort of do some stuff? But it’s often unclear how he’s made his connections, who the people who are helping him are, or what exactly he’s doing in terms of his magic beyond “whatever it takes to get back to his lover.”

Sure, there are fight scenes, but they feel meaningless. There’s no context, no stakes. There’s also a LOT of dialogue, and it is. Not well written. Exposition is embarrassingly clumsy at times, and the philosophical musings are cliche at best, muddled and confusing at worst. There’s just not all that much going on.

That is, except for Isaac. But more on him in a second.

What Kind of Show Is This?

When the plot line adapted from Castlevania III: Dracula's Curse ended with season 2, the show struggled to establish a new identity.

Despite nominally dealing with themes like whether humanity is inherently good or evil and how to cope with wrongdoing and loss, seasons 1 and 2 ultimately boiled down to a pretty generic action-adventure/fantasy plot with found family/power of friendship elements. Main characters Trevor, Sypha, and Alucard don’t really wrestle with big philosophical questions or suffer any major defeats. They know that they have to take down Dracula for the good of the world, and they work together as a team to do it, with a little character development relating to their various backstories sprinkled in.

Then season 3 happened, and things got weird. The trio is broken up for what feels like a pretty trivial reason—Alucard has to protect the castle and Belmont hold, I guess? And the result of that decision is that the dynamics for the three main characters are completely unbalanced.

Ellis openly admits that he basically went feral with the writing of season 3, and it shows. The messaging in seasons 1 and 2 was cliche, but consistent. The message of season 3? Anyone’s guess.

Season 4 reversed the darkening of tone from season 3, but shares its inability to pick a story and tell it.

Isaac is the Main Character

Always has been.

While I can’t say that his character or arc are perfect, I can say that he actually has a character and an arc. He starts off motivated by his fierce loyalty to Dracula, then has to struggle to find his purpose once Dracula is gone. He goes from subservient to agentic. He goes from fully endorsing the genocide of humanity and not caring about his own life to seeing some worth in humans and genuinely wanting to live. He has an interesting moment that deepens our understanding of what night creatures are, while also serving as an exploration of the meaning of one’s fundamental nature. Most importantly, these changes happen naturally over the course of the show. They never feel forced or out of the blue, and while I feel like even more could have been done with Isaac’s character, there’s a lot to appreciate about what is there.

If there’s any thread holding Castlevania as a single, coherent work together, it’s Isaac. Not only is his character the best executed and the most coherent over the course of the show, his character explores themes that are larger than himself and relevant to the show as a whole, like those mentioned earlier: misanthropy versus a belief in the value of humanity; the ability to go beyond one’s “nature” or initial circumstances; and how to respond to being wronged or losing something important to you. Exploring the individual lives of characters is great, but really good writing usually requires going beyond that to reflect on broader questions and ideas. Isaac is the only character here that serves that larger purpose.

Sorry...I Just Don’t Buy It

The season 4 finale is crazy, although in a different way from season 3′s.

Varney being Death makes no sense on several different levels. I’m not going to spend a lot of time picking that particular plot twist apart, but I will talk about why I think it doesn’t work at the largest scale, and how I think season 4 might have been done better.

Last minute twists with zero foreshadowing are rarely a good idea, and this is no exception. Why introduce this “Death” entity at the last minute to be the most important battle of the season? The finale of the entire show, even? Besides the lack of logic or emotional buildup, this robs the show of the opportunity to make use of the antagonists that it already has. Since Dracula died, Carmilla has been the obvious choice for a new big bad. Why hasn’t she done more?

Season 4 feels crowded with characters and plot lines that amount to nothing. Why not bring some of these characters together? If Carmilla is the main antagonist, how come she never meets any of the protagonists (except Hector, who is a pretty minor player in this ecosystem) or even affects them in any way?

Season 4 feels like maybe it was trying to make something out of season 3 and the model that it presented, but it ultimately fails to do so. The writers throw the trio back together at the end anyway, so why not have them rejoin sooner and work together? Maybe Sypha and Trevor’s past experience with Saint Germain could have helped Alucard and Greta piece together what he was plotting sooner, rather than all four of them being completely blindsided by it in the penultimate episode. (Sypha and Trevor know that someone is trying to resurrect Dracula, but they fail to find out any actual detail about the plans, despite their supposed attempts.) Have characters actually do stuff, figure stuff out, advance the plot!

Likewise, maybe Carmilla becomes aware of Saint Germain’s scheming, sees it as a threat, and tries to take him down. Maybe she tries to get involved and somehow use alchemy or the Infinite Corridor to her own benefit. What does it look like when power-hungry Carmilla, who wants to rule the world, finds out there’s an entire multiverse out there? That could easily set her up to be a foil to Saint Germain, causing him to realize that what he’s doing is wrong.

What actually ended up happening in the show feels disjointed and often empty. In particular, most of the events that happen in the last two episodes just don’t really work for me. I didn’t like Trevor suddenly sacrificing himself to this random, new, super powerful enemy, or how the gems and dagger that he found just happened to be the perfect weapon to kill this new enemy, or how he inexplicably returns from the dead.

This kind of thing is what I mean when I say that this season feels like fanfiction. Trevor comes back from the dead for no discernible reason other than that it would really suck if he died. Greta as a character seems to literally only exist to be Alucard’s girlfriend and support him so that he doesn’t have to continue to be alone and potentially turn evil. Alucard’s trauma from Taka and Sumi and Hector’s trauma from Lenore are both conveniently erased. Even Dracula and Lisa are resurrected somehow and get their happy ending. And it’s like, I guess I prefer deus ex machina to the opposite (Does that have a name? When everything is going well but then something terrible happens for no reason other than to make things worse for the characters?), but they’re both bad writing.

God. This isn’t even getting into what happened with the Council of Sisters. And I don’t even really like those characters, but that doesn’t mean I want to see their characters handled poorly.

I’m not sorry that I watched until the end, but I can’t in good faith recommend the show as a whole. If you’ve yet to watch Castlevania, just stop at the end of season 2. While there are some shining moments in seasons 3 and 4 (4 more than 3), it’s just really not worth it.

#review #thoughts #television #animation #adult animation #video game adaptation #fantasy #Netflix #Netflix Original #Castlevania #storytelling #writing #characters #plot #character development #vampires #Isaac (Castlevania)

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power-of-plot · 3 years

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Hi it's me again! May I request a hcs for Kakashi, Jiraiya and Naruto react to their s/o who didn't come back from the mission?

I love you but i hate you. -SIPS TEA-

Warnings: Angst. Death. Suggestive themes-alcohol. Like one cussing word.

N A R U T O

At first, he is furious though he doesn’t know if at the world of himself, the one who caused it or the one who could’ve kept the tragedy from happening, he gets trapped in loop of thinking what if he could’ve done this or that then make the regret stronger by remembering he didn’t do anything.

He was aware you weren’t weak and you could deal with things on your own still he can’t help but think a single time he was more insistent with joining you on the mission could’ve made a difference.

Ramen doesn’t taste the same for several days, it’s not broth from the gods anymore but boiling water with dough and condiments in it, even the food reminds him of you, he cried several times to his ramen remembering the time he’d bring you to Ichiraku or give you his special edition ramen.

This also makes him think about Sasuke, everyday he was exposed to a danger that could take his life, yes he did it willingly but he lost the way thanks to his hatred and dispair clouding his judgment, he had to save him.. if only he was able to.

He thought all his tears have dried to the day of the funeral, little did he know the double of what he shed before would burst out at the sight of the gravestone, all the people around flinched at the sudden sound of his weep.

After that, he is way more protective with the people around him as much as he can, each succes or victory lifts him up to the sky but each failure slams him to the groud, it takes a while before he process things the way he used to.

He visits almost daily, taking breaks of one or two days, and brings fine white flowers always saying hello and goodbye, maybe just trying to make himself think someone is listening.

J I R A I Y A

After so many unexpected losses he blames himself, after losing people throught his life so many times he should’ve gotten used to it but this must be of the most painful ones yet.

He had learnt to let go of his uncorresponded love for both’s good, he was finally experiencing the love he longed for after so long just to see it slipping like water through his fingers, it was beyond his reach to do anything.

Tsunade, as the Hokage was the one to tell him. That day was the second time she witnessed him losing control of his tears, the first one being after he found out the Rain orphans have died in the war. The look on his eyes changed completely, his gaze stopped being up in the sky and there were no clumsy steps or any words as he left the office.

At home alone he wants to scream his lungs out in insults and push everything on sight to the floor but as he was about to release the words his teeth gritted prisioning the cursing, his fingers froze in place when they were about to touch any object. He simply fell down as tears subsided.

Each time he looks at Naruto, Tsunade or Kakashi he feels afraid inside, of not doing anything about it or being the cause they end up getting hurt or worse, specially for the ones he had trained, what if all this time it’s not a coincidence but his wrongs what caused the death of those innocent people-

His magazines stay in the same place for more than a week, so does his pen, he stopped showing up in the Hokage office and the hot springs, all the way until the funeral. The Jiraiya of that day was different, his hair didn’t look as treated as usual, his glance was dull and tired, his words reduced to the minimum.

The day after he drinks sake until everything seems to spin around at home, not in a restaurant where he usually would, this wasn’t a careless way of having fun and killing time.. it was a quick escape borrowing the relief of the next day, if there even was.

K A K A S H I

He has to remind himself he was prepared if the day ever came, as shinobi death was part of their everyday rutine, there always was the chance each mission could be the last one. Even aware of this fact, why didn’t he do more when you left for that mission?

Looking at it on a rational way, the most optimum option was to stay away from thinking about it more than he already had, even before it happened it already was like a memory rather than a thought but wouldn’t that turn him into a heartless man? He was struggling with the same shit again, to follow the rules or not.. for his sake-

He remembers the day Obito died, he wishes it had been him who got crushed by the debris instead, Rin and Obito would be together, you would have met someone better..

His pervy novels feel meaningless, there was no heart attacks out of mistakenly thinking you had found his books, no use of willpower to not blush infront of you while reading, it all was gone forever. What was the point of reading those books again anyway.

He was completely silent during the funeral, he stayed there staring at the grave even after everyone had left, each of them felt bad of leaving him there but no one was able to move him. His feet were glued to the grass.

It was a desolating sight, the jounin unbothered by the strong rain or scorching sun with his eye fixed on the ground, if any tears formed they would never fall as the fabric of his mask would absorb it. Is this how his father felt with his mother and.. himself?

I need a tissue ;-; ... Requests are now closed!

#that's all #thanks for the ask!#naruto headcanons #naruto x reader #this hurt #i'm serious #stop making me sad #srry this took too long #naruto angst #k done

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fenrirlives · 5 years

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So after getting some feedback here and from some gacha folks on discord, the overall picture I’m seeing here is that people had a much larger problem with the way Minase wrote a lot of the servants and their interactions than the concept of Agartha in general. I also see alot of people base their dislike on the JP version, which I can’t really comment on because I don’t speak the language and I’m not a fan of basing opinions on possibly biased translations for or against the subject matter

tl;dr, I liked it a good deal! Hated the repetitive dialogue, but the blended fictional worlds, Megalos, and a bunch of other things were really to my liking! I view it as a cool singularity with a sloppy ending and sloppier dialogue. Not as good as Shinjuku, but leagues better than Septem, London, or Orleans on my chart.

also as far as villain servants go, Columbus goes in my “What a douche, I love em!” shelf of fame right next to Mebd and Teach. I mean look at this dude!

Truly Rider is best servant class in all respects! (also his artist is great go follow!)

Addressing the elephant in the room first, I was really confused at the whole misogyny complaints. I saw a few people who found the tyrants to be sexist in concept, while others took more issue with Fergus’ interaction with Scheherazade, or how Fergus as a character was treated overall.

I don’t imagine there are THAT many people who see the kingdoms as the problem, as they never came off as a commentary on gender to begin with, and context shows that they wouldn’t even work as commentary since all aspects of them are either A) fabricated in regards to the non servants, or B) altered by Scheherazade’s Noble Phantasm in regards to actual servants. If anyone saw them as the writer’s take on gender roles, I think it’s unintended.

People taking umbrage with Fergus and Sche, I can understand a little more, as alot of that is a symptom of the repetitive dialogue that plagues this whole singularity. Fergus’ message near the end is one that I agree with (living in constant fear of death isn’t living at all, and using your trauma as an excuse to generalize or hurt other people is unacceptable), and I was a big fan of how the end of his quest to become a good king is realizing he’s just not meant to be one.

The thing is, character arcs are carried by their dialogue, and having Fergy either repeat the same crap about training/not hitting women or break the pace of a scene to internally monologue about the philosophy of a kingdom really did no favors. I also wished that his revelation about there being strong women was something someone else told him instead of something he just randomly remembers when the time is convenient, because that makes his whole “younger self” aspect kind of meaningless outside of not letting him be playable. Medea and Medusa lily were far better examples of how one goes about writing these younger servants and their relation to the knowledge of their future selves.

I think it would’ve worked better to use Adult Fergus instead, and have him show new levels of discomfort both with the situation in Argartha, and with his own behavior when first interacting with Sche (thereby betraying her expectations and reason for summoning him by actually being more thoughtful and reserved than she initially expected) . Maybe have him focus more on male camaraderie with Columbus and the resistance than sleeping with women, as I don’t imagine he’d have much interest in cell dividing zombies with fabricated personalities, even if he doesn’t know that’s what they are yet!

Now, Scheherazade is actually my favorite character from this singularity besides Wu. I love stories that have trauma & behavior developed from trauma (rather than principle built upon trauma) as an antagonistic force. Having to perfect your craft of storytelling to survive for over 2 and a half years while also suffering abuse and captivity is nothing short of awful, and the fact that this attracts the Demon Pillar to her and allows them to work together is really interesting.

I did dislike the fact that she seemed more affected by her infatuation with Fergus than his encouragement to find strength and pride in her storytelling, and see her nature as a heroic spirit as a boon to it, rather than something to fear. It feels like a big flaw of her character in FGO, which is that DW can’t decide if they want her to be a shivering leaf that hates fighting, or a sly beauty that subverts authority with her tales. Ideally these two aspects should be combined, but it comes across as inconsistent since there’s no solid in-between to give that transition more nuance.

That being said, I think the folks that label Fergus’ speech as inherently sexist are kinda missing the forest for the trees. No amount of headcanon or fan interpretation changes that he’s a character highly motivated by carnal instinct, and the fact that it’s the lense through which he tries to argue against Scheherazade’s viewpoint is pretty consistent, though the afore mentioned issues with his dialogue makes his sudden shift back to being horny on main jarring and could be fixed by him always being adult Fergus. I can at least appreciate that the story brings up the clumsiness of his words and that even if they get the message across, the flaw in delivery means that Scheherazade will not indulge him on his terms, even if she’s grown just a tiny bit out of her old mindset (plus everyone calls him out so it’s not like his attitude is treated as being “good”, just that it’s not all there is to him). Bottom line I love both those characters, and Agartha left them both in a place where I’d love to see more about them and their relationship explored!

Drake/Dahut was unremarkable (though I was a huge fan of the character design, and I wish DW would make that a skin for Drake). The concept of Ys and her being a creepy rapist/murderer using Drake as her puppet was interesting, but she really didn’t get screen time needed to do anything with that. Wu Zetian on the other hand, I felt was really fun!

I would’ve liked to see her more before the confrontation while we were in the Nightless city, but her speech about working her way up from nothing to becoming a ruler through sheer tenacity, contrasted against the lady that tries SO hard not to let it show that she likes being doted on really clicked with me. All in all, she definitely swiped Gorgon’s spot as the 4 star servant I’m gonna use that ticket on later in the year!

Penthesilea and Megalos had the highlight of the singularity. Nothing was cooler than fighting a bunch of Amazons as those two clashed overhead, and despite almost losing that fight due to a string of Penthesilea’s intrusions hitting my team, I actually wish they did more damage at this point because I wouldn’t even be mad (fyi Colombus actually got killed by Penth during the Megalos fight and I couldn’t stop laughing).

Now if we’re talking about parts of Agartha I absolutely hated, that’s Phenex with a bullet! Besides his bossfight being the most drawn out and irritating thing ever, the fact that both him and the Pillar in Shinjuku don’t fight us in their more humanoid form feels like such a waste. These are supposed to be 4 (5 counting ccc) Pillars that had enough independence gained to run away from Goetia, so the fact that they still look like pillars and never become those human forms when we fight them seems like a real dropped ball here when it comes to visual storytelling and Story/gameplay integration.Also, after how radical Shinjuku’s final fight was, Agartha really didn’t do much to sell Caladbolg finally going off in the middle of the fight (the poison of Wu’s NP was a nice touch at least!)

so yeah, I had quite a few problems here, but I always regard the art and media I consume on a component basis, and for me, the lows here really couldn’t beat out the fact that Agartha was this really cool combination of fabricated settings with tyrannical rulers facing off against a villain masquerading as a revolutionary hero, with a Nightmare monster appearing anywhere at any time, and our heroes seeking to find out which of these figures was the one truly responsible.

This was always the strength of the Remnants imo, taking looser concepts that normally don’t fly in Nasuverse fiction, and using it to twist the rules of servants through singularities in a way the original seven didn’t outside of Camelot and Babylonia. It wasn’t as great as those two by a long shot, but at the end of the day, It’s left me quite excited for Shimosa, which I’ve been told is the hypest Pseudo Singularity out of the bunch.

It sucks that this singularity gets such a bad rap when it has so many cool and interesting things in it, but if people dislike something, then there’s nothing for it. As for me, I’d give it a B- on an F to S scale, with Camelot still sitting at the absolute top for me. Anyway, Happy 4th of July tomorrow if you celebrate it, and here’s to EoR 3 and Shirou eventually getting in the game (lmao nope)

#Big opinion words #no hard feelings here if you disagree!#I wish Scheherazade was higher tier man #I wuv her lots #Also Hydras are annoying and I wish something else dropped that Wine dawg

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Kiara

Why is Kiara so fixated on Drake Walker? This flashback will explain (actions occur in Charlotte’s Choice/Uneasy Lies the Head Royal Romance AU)

In case you’re not caught up or don’t know the plot, in this piece Charlotte is Crown Princess of Cordonia, sole heir to King Constantine, and Drake is her childhood friend. All characters are age of consent appropriate...

Friends with Benefits

Drake hated dancing lessons, and if Charlotte hadn’t told him he should make the effort, he would have stopped attending long ago. In the ballroom he felt the looks the other women gave him – those that knew how awkward he was looking with pity and disdain, those who knew first hand or by rumour how eager he was to please in other ways looking with lust and curiosity.

He watched Charlotte gliding effortlessly with Maxwell, but when she caught sight of him and his stupid clumsy feet, she stumbled in sympathy. The dancing master reprimanded her and took over, but again she looked at Drake and missed her step. It dawned on him suddenly that he wished with all his heart that he was her partner, that magically if they danced together neither of them would miss a step.

Charlotte was dismissed in disgrace, and he watched her retreat to the changing rooms in her ballgown. He bowed awkwardly to Kiara, with whom he had been about to dance, no doubt to tread on her toes and kick her in the shin.

‘I think the lesson’s over, please excuse me’ he said curtly, and left to stomp off to the stables. He went in to Sultan’s stall to confide his stupid thoughts and frustrations to the stallion. As always, he felt more comfortable in the stables than he did in the ballroom. After a while he was calm and became aware that Kiara had entered, and she found him quickly despite his effort to hide.

‘Monsieur Walker’ she smiled ‘You left so suddenly, I was looking forward to dancing with you’

‘I doubt if you’d have enjoyed it’ he growled ‘I can’t dance for toffee.’ Kiara came close, putting her small hand on his arm, her touch soft.

‘I have heard that you dance in other ways that are more pleasing’ she whispered, her scent reaching his nostrils ‘I have heard that you give – riding lessons’ She nodded toward the hayloft, her eyes black. How easy it would be to take her up there, but he had a sudden memory of himself and Charlotte huddling together after the death of their parents, comforting each other. He realised suddenly that she was the one he wanted – but she was the Princess, untouchable, inviolate. She was also his childhood friend, and his emotions battled each other as Kiara leaned in to kiss him.

He stood back, taking her hand off his arm.

‘No Kiara, I don’t think so’ he said ‘Please, leave me alone’ Her expression changed in an instant, her lovely face disfigured by a scowl.

‘You reject me Monsieur? You have never been so discriminating before’

‘I’m sorry – I guess I’m not in the mood. Please, I don’t want to – I’m sorry’ He pulled away from her, and her face contorted again in fury.

‘I will let you be – this time’ she fumed ‘Perhaps another day you will be more accommodating’ She turned on her heel and stormed off.

He breathed a sigh of relief and patted Sultan before leaving also. He had not gone halfway back to the palace before he saw Charlotte approaching, dressed to ride. His heart lifted at the sight and he ran to meet her, stupidly happy to be in her company. She was not in the best of moods and had seen Kiara leaving just before him. She was moving fast and he couldn’t remember his words, but he had followed her. She had stopped and asked him what Kiara had wanted with him, and he had thanked his lucky stars that he had turned her down, otherwise Charlotte might have interrupted them in the act.

He had followed her into the stables, and she had confronted him about how he played around with the ladies of the court. He had wanted the ground to open and swallow him up but had stayed cool. She had softened at last and confided in him that she felt lonely and frustrated, and envious of his sexual freedom. Her father kept her on a tight leash – of course, she was heir to the throne, and had to wait until a far distant social season even to be allowed to consider the advances of chosen suitors. There were rumours that the royal doctor examined her regularly to ensure she was a virgin. He had told her that his assignations were meaningless, that he never gave his affections away. Boldly he found himself asking his childhood friend whether she pleasured herself and her face gave her away, her cheeks turning pink as she carried on grooming her pony.

Then everything changed. His heart went out to her and he almost watched himself as he offered to bring her pleasure without endangering her virginity. It was an eternity before she answered, as he wondered if he had gone too far and ruined their relationship. But she had agreed to meet him the next day and go riding – and he could take her somewhere private and seal their bargain.

He had been so scared of not being able to please her, but she had opened like a flower, woken under his careful hands and fingers and tongue. No other woman had been so open, so ready, so in tune with him. He almost wept with pride as she fell apart, and felt awkward when she offered to return the favour, gently turning her down.

After that, he was eager to please her whenever she wanted – and he had awakened her passions. He could barely think about anything else, and saw her in every woman he saw, talked, touched and pleasured. Her face was always before him when he was intimate with others. She was an eager student when it came to returning the favour after he had overcome his shyness to let her see and feel him.

Kiara was the catalyst that had sparked Charlotte’s jealousy, and although Drake continued to bed the ladies of the court (with Charlotte’s knowledge) and the palace staff so that he didn’t rouse Constantine’s suspicions, hewas never intimate with Kiara. Over the years she made attempts to seduce him, but he refused her, and Charlotte was civil to her but could never shake her suspicion of the young woman. Tragically, this was to cost both Drake and Charlotte dearly...

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Chapter 1 - Play of the game

Hey, everyone!

Author’s note: I did it! The first, however a shorter, part is out. I hope you’re gonna enjoy it. Remember - sharing is caring. ^-^

For my lovely best friend Susan, because she loves when I mention her.

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I rolled my eyes as I heard the painfully familiar vibration coming off from under the pillow. My eyes hurt and my face felt disgusting, blaming the fact I again didn't take off my make-up before taking an obligatory nap. The yawn was long, making me feel dizzy. I put my hand under the cushion, palpating a rectangularly shaped object, taking it out.

Unlocking the screen of my phone, I sighed. Had I really been sleeping for only thirty minutes? I quickly tapped in the passcode, internally satisfying my clumsy self, since I hadn't made any mistake in the four meaningless numbers.

Another message popped up, as my eyes met with the bright white chat.

forever alone bitch: YOU SLEPT ENOUGH COME PLAY noodle mommy: what noodle mommy: did you seriously wake me up because of stupid ow forever alone bitch: yes now come forever alone bitch: i wanna play compets noodle mommy: geez, ok noodle mommy: gimme five minutes forever alone bitch: gg noodle mommy: ??? forever alone bitch: you and your five minutes

I chuckled, shaking my head. Somehow, I managed to get off my bed in a record time. The procedure of undoing the paint I had stuffed onto my skin was, as well, quite quick. In a while, I sat down onto a spinning chair, putting on the headphones, giving up on the ball of cables that fell into my lap. As I waited for the Blizzard app to start, I swiftly found the playlist that had been my companion for a few months now. The brisk tones of one of my favorite songs hit my ears, and I laughed at myself and at my poor attempts of singing in Korean. "Geu bojogaen illegal, ille~~gal," I sang quietly, tapping the tips of my fingers in the rhytm, "but I want it anyway, anyway, anywa-" The invite to the group hit my screen, as soon as I got to the loaded menu. I, of course, accepted, joining the voice chat right after.

uncleREYES has joined the voice chat.

"Yo, nibblet, what's up?" I asked with a hoarse vocal, caused by the lack of usage. I got literally no response. Letting out a quiet sigh, the sudden hyped sound made me jump in my seat. "HELLO, HELLO, IT'S YOUR GIIIIR-" The microphone cut off. "Yeah, hi," laughing, I started the queue for competitives. "-lright, you should totally see the video I sent you, because I'm fucking crying again. Why is MCCree so perfect? Why does Hanzo have to die in every fanfiction? Why can't they just be happy?!" Sometimes, I wondered how she was able to be hysterical over two characters from a game, but then again, I wasn't different.

Well, okay, I agree. My obsession had gone perhaps too far, being it a few Korean idols, which made it even more difficult. They were real. They existed. They breathed the same air like I did, and their faces were literally everywhere I looked; printed on my phone case, set on my wallpapers - I even had a goddamn pillow case with Taehyung's face, biting his lip in the most seductive way ever. "You need help," I responded to her autistic screeching, glancing at the timer passing by the second minute. "... and you are the one to say that." Susan barked back with ease. "Yeah, you're right. We both need help."

Susan and I, we had been friends since... pretty much forever. I met her during the start of the first year, as my kind of crazy classmate, also being an idiot into games. We'd argued for a few times, even stopped talking for another few months, but at the end of the day, noone could ever split our brotherhood, as we called it, apart. And there we were, the partners in any crime. However, little did we both know that the upcoming minutes were going to completely change our lives, for good.

GAME FOUND! Joining the game...

Both of us went silent, as the map of Volskaya Industries showed, together with the name and rank lists of both teams. I briefly went through the players, and... something seemed off.

"Susan?" I asked, frowning. She responded with a silent, almost unhearable: "Hm?" "Don't panic, okay? We have a fallen diamond Widowmaker main against us, low plat, in premade with two other platinums," I began, taking a deep breath. It wouldn't be a big deal, if I wasn't a borderline golden rank, and my comrade a bit higher gold. Was our elo getting bigger, or did we just get randomly filled into the missing places of a long-buffering game? I cracked my knuckles, checking out the others' mains, even more confused. "How the hell am I not supposed to panic? I'll just play goddamn D.va, I'm not feeling the Ryu ga wagateki go-fuck yourself tonight." I let out a desperate laugh. "Yeah, enjoy it. One of the... well, the GucciBoy has about 100 hours on D.va. They have a 120 hours MCCree main too, what the fuck?" I whined, comparing the composition of our teams together. We seemingly stood no chance, yet I didn't feel like giving up. I chose Mercy, even though I wasn't a big fan of her pick. I decided to go for certain, stable decisions, instead of a Hanzo or Widow, and it seemed like I perfectly fullfilled the expectations of our teamcomp.

My attention, while we waited for the doors on attack to open, got caught by the allchat, as I smiled cheekily.

[ALL] Bunny: sugacheonjae? my ass... [ALL] GucciB0i: LMAO [ALL] TuandonJuan: IT'S HIGH NOON SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD

Susan's next yak reminded me of a dying whale, but I decided to ignore it.

[ALL] uncleREYES: YES IN MY BED [ALL] TuandonJuan: GIVE ME YOUR ADDRESS HUCKLEBERRY

"I'm so adding him!" she hissed happily, as I heard the furious clicks of a mouse. We had about twenty seconds towards the beginning, and for some reason, I felt nervous.

[ALL] Bunny: what is it, suga, you scared? [ALL] SugaCheonjae: Excuse me? [ALL] Bunny: ;)

That was the last hit my ego could take. I filled in with my Odile Widowmaker instead, ignoring the desperate cries for a switch back, as I just simply muted the teamchat.

[ALL] xHeroO: can u pls report widow shes trolling [ALL] uncleREYES: can you please stfu and play, she's good [ALL] Bunny: we will see about that [ALL] TuandonJuan: uuu [ALL] GucciB0i: spicy, I like that

"It's fine, yo, I muted them, anyway." I whispered to the microphone, to prevent Susy from distracting herself on pointless arguments with some kids. Wrapping my fingers tightly around the mouse, I covered the red light with my palm. The three of the enemy premades started to slowly dip over the edge of the cup of patience, that had already been pretty full. The last seconds disappeared, and we rushed out of the building, with Reinhardt's shield leading us towards the point we were supposed to capture. I hooked myself at the edge of another house, dragging myself up in a long jump. Seeing the Symmetra's sentry turrets in the scope, I sighed, knowing already that it'd be pretty difficult to get over the arc, and then my point of view disappeared. "Shit..." I cursed under my breath, waiting for the respawn. The first kill of the game was shining in the corner, as Bunny eliminated my courageous positioning.

[ALL] Bunny: :)

"Motherfucker." Susy cleared out her throat with a loud cough, and before I tried to shut her up, her words pierced my ears: "Calm down, Natalie, you got this." I nodded, not quite sure of myself, but I did. I truly also didn't feel like losing against a bunch of pricky platinum asses. Susy flew behind the entrance through the arc, destroying the sentry turrets, and losing her Mecha in exchange. Low on health, she jumped behind the corner, meeting up with Reinhardt's half-destroyed shield and Zenyatta's healing orb. I took a deep breath. It was my time to shine. I dediced to not make the same mistake twice. Instead of jumping on a visible place, I slowly looked out from behind one of the slopes, with my rifle scoped into the enemy team. At first, I couldn't quite spot a single thing not hidden behind Orisa's barrier, but then Symmetra made a simple, greedy mistake. I found the weak spot, quickly eliminating one of their major defense mechanism, dying to a bullet of the enemy Widowmaker again, afterwards.

[ALL] Bunny: nice try :) [ALL] SugaCheonjae: Are you always this annoying?

The beeping of a movement around the point assured me that I made a great move. Symmetra was down, and after the death recap, their Mercy too. Roadhog's hook wasn't something she could just simply survive. I bit my lip. The only proper problem on their team was Widowmaker, killing our squishy damage dealers without a fuss. "She's on the rooftop-" I grinned, victoriously, pinning down Bunny's killing spree with a precise headshot. Reinhardt's shield protected us in front of the enemy's D.va ultimate and mister High noon got a bullet back, thanks to Genji's deflection. I got to kill Orisa on low health, before she placed the barrier, as we successfully captured the first point.

[ALL] SugaCheonjae: Everything's alright down there?

I mocked at the cockiness the enemy Widowmaker showed before, Susy's 'ooooh' giving me the courage I didn't even know I had.

[ALL] Bunny: you're just lucky

Yeah, of course, I thought to myself, hitting one head after another. Not even three minutes into the end of our timer we'd captured the second point, setting the score to 2:0 for our team. "Good job, they don't even know what hit 'em." I loved the enthusiasm in my friend's voice. And she was right - after a bad start, we didn't even let them move from their attack spawn, as Susan's arrow hit every spotted movement, and I finished off the rest. We won, almost effortlessly claiming the clear score. The victory poses triked through my screen and Susy, all proud, screamed, watching the animation of Widowmaker swinging, with my name underneath.

Play of the game SUGACHEONJAE as WIDOWMAKER.

I quickly recognized the one last seconds before we captured the last point of the objective. "Now, watch this." I grinned, biting the side of my index finger. TuandonJuan fell first. D.va's mech disappeared in Susy's scattered arrows and I quickly dragged my mouse over, finding Widow's peaking head, shutting down even the Mercy's desperate try to resurrect their last hope.

[ALL] GucciB0i: GG [ALL] TuandonJuan: I'll find you in another life, unclereyes [ALL] uncleREYES: ;-; [ALL] Bunny: I could really use a hug right now...

"Tsk..." I snapped. Disrespectful idiot, no wonder he fell to such low elo. We returned back into the menu. "Let me just go grab a coffee, and we can continue," I announced, taking off the headphones, heading to the kitchen. It felt good, really. I'd always liked to prove my skill, especially to such douchebags.

Returning back to my room, I silently closed the door, placing the cup next to my laptop. What caught my attention were the extra three icons next to ours, and the names shining bright in the groupchat.

[GROUP] TuandonJuan: howdy [GROUP] GucciB0i: HOW ON EARTH DID YOU TWO GOT ONLY GOLD FROM PLACEMENTS, I DON'T GET IT [GROUP] uncleREYES: its called skill, something you dont have [GROUP] GucciB0i: that doesn't make any sense [GROUP] uncleREYES: jeff hates us [GROUP] GucciB0i: touché [GROUP] uncleREYES: :^) [GROUP] Bunny: what are we waiting for? [GROUP] uncleREYES: coffeegirl [GROUP] GucciB0i: why did I read cowgirl [GROUP] uncleREYES: I almost wrote cowboy tbh [GROUP] TuandonJuan: what do you mean cowboy, im here all the time darlin [GROUP] uncleREYES: >.> [GROUP] uncleREYES: voice? [GROUP] Bunny: I'll pass [GROUP] GucciB0i: YA BOIIIIIIIIIIII [GROUP] TuandonJuan: anything for you

I slammed the M key, muting my microphone, hearing the honest laugh of my bestfriend and two as loud voices.

TO: uncleREYES: WHAT THE HELL, SUSAN?! FROM: uncleREYES: come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn he mains mccree i love him TO: uncleREYES: i'm not playing with the bitchass widow FROM: uncleREYES: he isnt even talking FROM: uncleREYES: please FROM: uncleREYES: i'll buy you cigs TO: uncleREYES: ...

"Hey, you can start, I'm back." I jumped into their conversation, which madly whirled around the best MCCree skin. TuandonJuan's voice made me chuckle, because he'd just found out that Susy also loved the Lifesaver skin the most. "Is it the best Widowmaker under the sun?" I sort of cringed at the weird accent of the GucciB0i, but I took the compliment, proudly. "Well, I'm definitely not Bunny, so it has to be me?" I grinned, as Susy started the quickplay queue, relieved that we weren't going to tryhard, because honestly, I felt like I gave everything skillful I had left in the competive game. However, that didn't mean I was going to be an easy prey to make jokes of, still visibly hurt by the offensive humor from the game before. "Oh, shit, you're my new best friend," GucciB0i's oddly famous deep voice responded. Susy almost immediately grunted back: "Fuck off, would you? The spot is already taken!" "I hope the spot of your boyfriend isn't taken, uncleREYES, because I'd definitely want to nominate myself." I choked on the sip of coffee, clapping as soon as I placed the cup back at its spot. "Alright, that was just too fucking smooth," I hissed, shaking my head. I felt utterly happy, because Susan deserved an equally disabled person in her life, to weight off all the bad events from the past.

FROM: uncleREYES: im FROM: uncleREYES: fucking FROM: uncleREYES: in FROM: uncleREYES: love FROM: uncleREYES: who is that guy TO: uncleREYES: XDDDD idk

"Talking behind our backs, much?" GucciB0i seemed to have ears everywhere. "Maybe...?" I teasily asked, laughing it off. The silence got quickly filled by TuadonJuan's adoration towards Susy's McHanzo kink.

It... somehow felt right, yet stupid. Bunny still hadn't spoken and I felt guilty for making fun of him, but the again, he was the same in the competitive. I shrugged it off, mindlessly skipping the songs, finally getting to a slower cover of Adam Levine's Lost Stars from Jungkook.

"Please, don't see, just a boy caught up in dreams and fanta~sies-" I quietly hummed to the rhytm, as we finally joined the Dorado map. I didn't make a big deal about them hearing me sing, because honestly, in the talk of those two it occured to be as effective as hearing of a deaf person. I remained silent for next few seconds, until Jungkook's soft voice reached the refrain. "Damn, I love that boy." I scoffed. "Who? Who?!" I rolled my eyes for a hunderth time that evening. "Jungkook, who else could I mean?" The only response in suddenly quiet voicechat was careless Susy and her laughing voice. "Girl, you love everyone. You have a pillow with Taehyung's face, Suga in name, Jin on hoodie, you want to rap like Namjoon and dance like Hobi. And now you say you love Jungkook, I'm confused." "It's not my fault, okay, they are all perfect, shut up!" I whined, covering my blushing face, even though noone could see me, both in the darkness and through the screen. "Sure, whatever," she chuckled back, paying all of her attention to damage-boosting of TuandonJuan's ass, playing, surprisingly, McCree, again. I picked Ana, thoughtlessly shooting my darts at everything that moved, either reducing or adding up on health.

The final push seemed to be endless, as we either died or killed during the overtime. Finally finishing charging up my ultimate, I nanoboosed Reaper, who completely cleared out the point of the enemies, scoring a precise teamkill. Briefly realizing it was Bunny, I coughed, trying to somehow sound friendlier than before.

"Good job, bunny boy," I cheered, watching the scenario all over again from his point of view in the play of the game. He seemed to unmute himself, because the icon of him talking showed. I was expecting everything but not what I heard. Listening to the cover of Lost Stars on replay still, I gasped, as Bunny murmured a modest, yet elated: "Thank you very much for your ultimate, Sugasuga."

For a brief second I couldn't quite believe what I heard.

"Why do you sound exactly like Jungkook?" I said more to myself, than to him, completely amazed by the discovery. "Nah, he doesn't." Susy opposed, visibly still annoyed by his previous behavior. "I agree, he sounds nothing like the korean dude," TuandonJuan's voice interfered, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "You know BTS?" I caught him off guard, visibly. He laughed, embrarassed: "Yeah, my-my little sister won't shut up about them." I smiled. "That's... well, understandable."

"Aight, I agree with Sugasuga, though, he has something that makes him sound like Jungkook, but not quit-" "Can you not compare me to that gaypop shit? Thank you." Bunny's voice went off again, and I scowled. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Nah, he is... acting like an ass, tonight. You know, periods-" I held back my laughter. Guccib0i was cool, I could give Susy that. "Don't even fucking get me started about the periods, dude," she hissed, and I just legitimately bursted out, together with the others.

[GROUP] Bunny: fuck you too, T

We managed to play a few more games, before we said all the goodnights, and thanks for playing. I turned off the laptop, wiping my eyes, sliding under the cold bedsheets with the phone in my hand.

forever alone bitch: told you they are not so bad noodle mommy: yeah, BUT im lowkey crushing on Bunny's voice forever alone bitch: wtf noodle mommy: fuck him though, GucciB0i is the S H I T forever alone bitch: yeah we ship you two noodle mommy: "we"? forever alone bitch: mark and me noodle mommy: ???? forever alone bitch: last seen a minute ago

Susan was right, though. They didn't seem like bad people. We had some decent laughs and giggles, plus, the GucciB0i turned out to be a pretty huge fanboy of Taehyung.

Somehow, I couldn't wait for the next night, because that was the time we estabilished as another gaming session. I closed my eyes, hugging Taehyung's stuffed face, with a dorky smile, first time in a while feeling upon satisfied with how the day had ended,

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