#feel like shit I miss Windows XP

[todds-rwby-liveblog]

Jaune struggling against the computer LDSNDLLSD

#hc where a lot of Pietro's hardware is aged just out of personal preference lol #honestly dude I get it. I still refuse to upgrade to Windows 11 bc that shit looks like a Mac OS ripoff #i.e. an OS that I already despise #feel like shit I miss Windows XP #riin rewatches v8

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"Lieutenant, I also see a brand called 'Preptide.'"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Preptide -- a euphemism for pharmaceutical amphetamine. Prescription speed."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The fuck are you waiting for, let's get super fucking PREPPIE!!!

[Interfacing - Medium 10] Take it -- in secret.

Just take it in plain sight.

[Close the cabinet.]

Now that we've drawn Kim's attention to it, better not.

You feel someone watching you, behind the glass door -- a woman.

The bed has been hastily made.

CLEAR WINDOW - This window is pristine on the inside -- unlike the one next to it. Light from the desk lamp reflects off the glass in an untarnished golden halo.

Run your finger across the surface of the glass.

[Leave.]

CLEAR WINDOW - Smooth as ice. There are spots of mud and rain on the outside. Even smudges. But the surface of the window is clear from the inside. No chips, no hairline fractures.

KIM KITSURAGI - Following your lead, the lieutenant leans in closer to inspect the surface.

2. "This window was recently replaced."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Looks like it, yes." He adjusts his glasses.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - You know which window has *not* been recently replaced?

The one I smashed in my room?

What is this, *guilt* now?

Didn't we establish that someone else did that?

INLAND EMPIRE - I think it was established that *you* did it. Anyway.

+5 XP

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Stop distracting him, he has work to do -- plus, if I recall, the window had been giving him shit ever since he got here.

3. [Leave.]

🎵 Instrument of Surrender

The smell of cigarette smoke in the air: *Astra* Menthol.

Cold coffee and an ashtray that looks like a hedgehog.

Look! A handful of dried white wildflowers...

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - Just as you look at the flowers, a gust of wind raises them from the roof, picking them up in the air.

[Hand/Eye Coordination - Medium 10] Move your hand, fast!

[Discard chance.]

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success] - You catch a single white flower between your fingers. The rest fly off into the wind. It's a may bell!

Item gained: Dried May Bells

KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - The young woman looks at the may bell in your hand -- just a glance -- then takes a drag of her cigarette.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant gives you an acknowledging little nod.

BARRED DOOR - This is a small, heavy door. There is no lock in sight.

Push.

"Where does this lead to?"

[Physical Instrument - Heroic 15] Kick the door in.

[Leave.]

BARRED DOOR - It's barred from the inside. You hear the bar rattle in the brackets.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - Sounds like it's heavy too. Very sturdy.

2. "Where does this lead to?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I don't know." He makes a note in his notebook.

"It is not the first closed door we've found in this building -- there is also your mysterious blue kitchen door."

"Do you think it's important?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I don't know. The further we get, the more this building seems to be tied to the case..."

"The vigilantes, the cadaver, and..." He nods toward the young woman. "A number of people connected to the case are *in* or around this building. This door is part of it. It's not *unimportant*."

"See? The main investigation and the door below are merging into a *stereo*-investigation."

"I could say something, but I'm not going to, because I don't gloat."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I hate it when that happens."

+5 XP

3. [Physical Instrument - Heroic 15] Kick the door in.

We only have a 3% chance of success here, but we've been getting lucky with low rolls lately...

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Heroic: Failure] - You kick it -- gung ho style, *entering the premises* style -- but the door fails to respect the force. All you hear is the bar rattling inside, laughing at you.

KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "All right," the woman nods approvingly: "Let's trash the place."

-1 Health

KIM KITSURAGI - "Let's not."

4. [Leave.]

We can also interact with the May Bells we picked up.

DRIED MAY BELLS

This is the wildflower you caught -- one of a bouquet of muguets that you found on the Whirling roof. It's shedding its petals quickly in your pocket.

>INTERACT

DRIED WILDFLOWER - Six crumbling petals rest on your palm. They're white, a bell-shaped crown.

"What is this, Kim?"

Never mind. [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "This is the Insulindian Lily." The lieutenant corrects his glasses. "Called 'May bells' or 'Lucille's tears' during the Revolution. Girls used to pin these on soldiers before sending them off to battle."

"Who pinned them? Which side?"

"Does this flower blossom in early spring?"

"Is it a coincidence -- it being on the roof?"

"Very well." (Put the flower back in your pocket.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "The revolutionaries: so the communards and the anarchists. White's their colour. But the custom started in the Suzerain's army so it held meaning for the kingsmen too."

"It's about girls and boys more than *sides*. Girls sending off boys who are going to their deaths -- then also dying themselves in the ruins, from dysentery and consumption. It's a symbol of the Civil War."

2. "Does this flower blossom in early spring?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes, but not *this* early -- not to my knowledge..." He observes the petals: "It looks dried. Preserved."

3. "Is it a coincidence -- it being on the roof?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Maybe -- maybe not." He makes a note in his little note book. "We'll see."

+5 XP

4. "Very well." (Put the flower back in your pocket.)

DRIED WILDFLOWER - The petals feel dry and fragile in your hand.

Ok, let's get to what we're here for.

KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Welcome to the roof." The young woman has a cigarette in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - Her hair is still slick from the shower.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Below her silvery jumpsuit -- an athletic young body. Built long and lean...

KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "I'm sorry for the mess down there. The cleaning lady hasn't come by in *days*. I'm beginning to wonder if she ever will..."

"Nice view you've got here."

"Is there a cleaning lady? I think I *need* one." (Proceed politely.)

"No time for pleasantries. We have questions for you." (Proceed in a rush.)

KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Nice? I don't know about that, officer..." She looks north, toward the yard.

THE HANGED MAN - Where the ripe corpse of a man still lies on the ground, spotted with green and purple.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - The woman doesn't flinch, but there is something in her light brown eyes... a sadness.

"You mentioned a cleaning lady -- I think I *need* one." (Proceed.)

KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Oh yes! Legends of Room #1 have made their way around the building. They say a portal to Hell has opened in there."

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #klaasje amandou

[mrmallard]

So I've played a bit more of Lightning Returns.

I don't like it.

Here's the thing - you don't get experience points from fighting monsters. You get monster materials, which seemingly only exist to cash in for quest rewards, and you get skills like Fire and Slash and Aeroga which you then have to combine at a shop to incrementally increase their power. Like, if a regular fire spell had a 1.20x damage multiplier, synthesising a stronger fire spell would increase that to 1.30x. And then eventually that caps until (to my knowledge) you get a Fire Lvl.2 drop from another monster.

You raise your base stats by cashing in those quests, i.e. handing over 5 Goopy Oils to raise your attack power by one. So you're grinding monsters not for experience, but for drops. At which point you slowly, incrementally power yourself up, a handful of stat points at a time.

I will say this; there's a "garb" system where you can swap your costume, and each costume has like in-built abilities like Fire Lvl.2 or Galeslash Lvl.1, or they raise your attack or magic stat. You have three "Schemata" loadouts which you switch between on the fly, where one's for physical attacks, one's for magic and one's for buffing, and I can see how that can provide a sense of strategy to someone who's really invested in the gameplay. Pick your garb, pick your abilities, strategize between your three loadouts.

But the combat is tedious, not just because you're fighting for arbitrary drops and the chance you'll be able to up your damage multiplier from 0.5x to 0.7x, but because they've simplified the combat to four usable skills per Schemata loadout. The combat is basically holding down one of the four face buttons, switching to a new Schemata loadout when you run out of action points, and repeating that between your three loadouts until you've beat an enemy. Again - not for experience points to make yourself stronger, but for drops to cash in for incremental stat increases or tedious skill upgrades.

It's watered down RPG combat tied to a reactive action combat system on the overworld that's less "press X to swing your sword and damage the opponent" and more "if you don't get initiative in this combat encounter, we're going to take away 5% of your health". Some enemies can be staggered in combat by performing a perfect guard, which is ostensibly a parry - you're still locked into an RPG battle encounter, you just have to stop attacking them and wait for the parry opportunity. To me, that draws the fights out and makes them more tedious.

And again, it's not for any actual XP or anything, but for drops you can then cash in for minor stat increases or to marginally level up your Schemata abilities.

Lightning Returns is shaping up to be a miserable experience. It's stripped the RPG combat way back - you have four buttons to choose from and three loadouts to switch between, giving your a grand total of twelve actions to perform per battle - and added my least favourite aspect of action games: doing piss-weak chip damage to enemies, impotently waiting for an animation to trigger instead so I can hit a parry, and then getting my shit wrecked if I miss the window.

At least in an action combat game, whether it be a pure action experience like DmC or an action RPG like Kingdom Hearts, you can run around and freely swing your sword and feel the impact of your attacks. At least there, it's fun to capitalise on the opportunity that a successful parry gives you to damage the enemy.

In Lightning Returns, you're locked into an RPG combat encounter where your actions - all twelve of them - use up meter, and you then have to stop using meter until you can hit a perfect guard. At which point, your attacks do a bit more damage, and are still bound by how much meter you have left to spend.

It's the worst aspect of an action game, waiting for animations to play out to counter instead of actually doing something, combined with a piss-weak RPG combat system that has most of the appeal of that combat stripped out.

And it doesn't even have the appeal of getting experience points and getting stronger. It wants you to farm monster drops for CRUMBS of power. Fucking CRUMBS.

Long story short, I don't like Lightning Returns.

#lightningposting #you can probably guess but I'm not a fan of dark souls or monster hunter either #I'll play an action game like dmc or no more heroes. l like kingdom hearts a lot but the rpg elements help #but this. this is just miserable #I'm thinking of just playing it on easy mode. christ. #something I thought of is that I'm frustrated in a similar way that kingdom hearts chain of memories was frustrating #where you had a deck of the same cards in the same order that did the same damage #and rather than getting stronger - though you did level up - you were basically just farming cards and optimising your deck #and now I think about it that game had a prominent parry system too. but like I'll give chain of memories props #the way it handled parries and stuff like that - even though I didn't like how the combat flowed or how your power was tied to your cards #rather than your combat level #at least the number system for the cards and the duels you could get into could be frenetic and fun #lightning returns is just a slog. it's the slowest and least effective aspect of action games with all the appeal of rpg combat removed #worst of both worlds. i hate it #toxicposting

[goobiegoobert]

hey hey hey sunshine!! could i request general hcs or whatever you feel more comfortable doing for either glamrock freddy, sun/moon or monty? any of them is fine! i hope you gave a great day today, stay safe and warm and drink plenty of water<33 ^^

General Headcanons - GN Reader

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A/N :

On my hands and knees rn, you're always free to request lovely!! I hope your day has been just as good tysm <3 Not sure if you meant relationship hc's or not so tell me if you wanted something different!

Not my best work but I think it's a good silly goofy start

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Glamrock Freddy

- With the stylizing of the Pizzaplex don't doubt for a second that they'd use popular references according to the current theme, the second Freddy starts to malfunction their mechanic has set it so that he emits a pretty loud windows XP error noise.

- totally a running gag between the mechanics cannot tell me otherwise.

- with the extra alone time during the nightshift if nothing going on Freddy is often found picking up and doing their best to 'fix' little things here and there

- not very good but it's the little things that count!

- is the internal ticking clock for each person around despite the others already knowing what to do

- Just the dad instinct to make sure everyone's prepared for anything really,

- Truly it carries over to whenever they are around people such as you, if your schedule was shit you better buckle up because he won't let this go

- every single moment they're ticking off a checklist of care that he has a basic understanding of for you

- would totally stop if you ask, but let the guy do his job he's trying his best here :(

- can and will to sneak you into his friend's attractions if you don't have the required permissions

- need a moment to kick some snot-nosed brat's ass on Roxy Raceway?

- Best believe you're getting in that damn kart.

- the most empathetic one here and will respect your boundaries and is the type to wait around the outside of the restrooms just so you don't feel like your missing out on much!

- sadly feel out of everyone else he gives the most vibes of being the closest to a hetero you can get in the animatronics

Monty Gator

- Kindly go to therapy, I want the best for you please we all do.

- jokes aside, Monty is the key to boosting your ego whether you need one or not.

- nine times out of ten if you did something remotely cool he's the type to go off about it for weeks to the point even you get sick of it

- Monty reminds me too much of that guy from 10 things I hate about you

- He's started the time you two spent together as a one-off thing, thinking you won't be here forever and thinking it's just a fleeting moment

- Each time you kept coming back he just regretfully continued to play up his stage persona pushing you away.

- eventually you'd simply grown on Monty like algae, good luck getting out of this now

- out of all the animatronics he's honestly so queer coded

Sundrop

- Perfect beautiful, you're right. This is it this is the best one.

- If you don't think so then you're wrong Sunny is the epitome of boyfriend material

- Hell, even just best friend material???

- Somewhat gives me a Gretchen Wieners vibe?? but in the nicest way possible.

- I think he cries during every Disney movie at least once, it's like a quota to fill on his end with the kids during the daycares movie time

- Still is super caring, just man.

- You're sick?

- Sunny is picking you up and hunkering you over to the security office desk to simply look for something to help at least a little

- Has the best forms of coping tbh, like fingerpainting to let out your feelings? Yes, please.

- Covering life in glitter glue just to make it sparkle a little?

- Simply the therapist out of them all, it might not seem like it but is like the most trustworthy one here

- Would trust my drink to him and you should too.

Moondrop

- Not the best but if you know, you know.

- absolutely just a guy hanging out truly here to just do their job and is so tired of everyone's shit at this point

- the guy just wants you to go to sleep make his job a little easier man

- Spiked the refreshments at a workplace function purely for the hell of it

- Do not trust this man with your shit ever all of it will end up scattered in some horrid form of a scavenger hunt

- Moon's the type where you got to let him do his own thing and do as he asks and slowly they'd warm up to you!

- Doesn't do much physical affection if at all, but it's not that he hates it. It's more of the fact they've never had the gentle hand of an adult before

- in other terms of what they'd use as affection it's more to be assumed that they'd have the instincts of a crow and bring you random trinkets and bugs that makes them think of you

- Absolute bastard, I would not recommend you to in any form romanticize this man but between you and whatever higher power is out there. We all absolutely fell for this freakazoid

- everyone has and you are no summer child

- Drinks coffee black as their soul

#sunnydrop #fnaf security breach #moondrop #glamrock freddy #fnaf monty #monty gator #montgomery fnaf #x nonbinary reader #headcanon #general headcanons #lgbtq #how the fuck do i tag #girl help #mutuals #kady/kadi <3 #💾 . boo's spooks

[forbidding-souda]

Hey again may I request s/o receiving gifts from their partner on white day ?, with the trigger happy havoc boys pls. ( xD I'm sorry I think you'll have to research again xP lol.) - 🐺

Receiving gifts from TTH boys on white day

i am overly pining for that man i sleep on at peets like every day. i'm gonna miss him. it's winter break now so i willnt be seeing him for awhile and i'm like gahh

oh my god what if i got him something for valentines day.. wdjsnmnndhhhhdhhhshh

i wish white day existed in america yatzee

i learned how to do a french inhale as i was writing this also this took me 6 hours yatzee LMFAO I'M STUCK A SLOW WORKER

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

❤ Giving him gifts is easy. Anything from temporary tattoos to a bottle of fizz gets him all lovey-dovey and excited. He will be surprised and thankful for anything you give him.

❤ His gifts are completely stolen, curtsey of the fact that even if he did try to buy something he would most likely be denied service.

❤ He loves wrapping them and putting them in boxes. Special occasions: winter holidays, your birthday, white day, he looks forward to them so he can spoil you with reason.

❤ Even if you gave him one gift, he's giving you many. He'll give you your favorite candy along with pocky (just an excuse to kiss you).

❤ Literally half of your relationship is the art of gift giving. Outside of physical touch, it's probably his to-go love language.

❤ Spends the whole day with you. His friends can wait; you're his first priority always.

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Leon Kuwata

❤ You had been so hesitant to even give him a gift - he must receive dozens. You knew all the girls who wish they were in your place try to swoon him by buying him shit. It doesn't matter all that much to you. He is openly annoyed by them, anyway.

❤ You gave him his favorite chocolates (something those girls definitely wouldn't have known about) and a music book: guitar sheet music from his favorite old rock bands. His smile when he received them was all you could have ever asked for. He put his arm around your shoulder and rested his head against yours. It was affection - affection that usually was not as tender.

❤ Trying to be humble, you told him that you didn't mind him not giving anything back for you. You had made jokes about how he should spend all his money giving gifts to the dozens of girls instead - but he'd just wave you off and repeat that they are not as important as you.

"You bring it up too much for it not to be bothering you," he had pointed out, drying his hair with a towel after a shower. The steam had fogged the window and you were fighting the urge to draw shapes into it.

"I just think it's funny."

He gives you a side glance.

❤ He woke you up with a smoothie on that March 14th, pushing the cold glass against your cheek to wake you up. You had glared at him when you finally realized he was bothering you on purpose - but he had said this is the first part of your gift. So you allowed yourself to get up.

❤ The second part of the gift came much later. Throughout the day you were wondering if it would be something shocking, something worth the wait. What could he have possibly done? You wondered if he wrote you a song or bought you tickets to a show. But those things are given; not worth the anticipation.

❤ Finally, he told you to close your eyes and stick out your hand. You face your palm up and once you shut your eyes he flipped your hand over. It makes your lips twitch into a smile. When you feel something slip onto your ring finger you open your eyes immediately.

"This isn't a proposal!" He clarifies instantly. "It's a couple's ring - look, do you like it?"

On his finger, next to the other rings, is a silver band that matches yours.

"The inside has our names in it."

You eye it, smiling and nodding your head. "Thank you so much. I love it." And this is way more... worthy than what you got him.

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Byakuya Togami

❤ He could get almost anything in the world. You know this - and it makes gift giving hard. Still, he enjoys whatever you give him, not genuinely but enough to make you feel content with his reaction. He doesn't degrade you for giving him shit and that's all that matters.

❤ You were surprised he even brought up White Day. He asked you if you would prefer he celebrate it, and you said sure. That was your word: sure. He grunted at your informality.

❤ The question for what to get you was as daunting as you wondering what to get him. You also could get anything in the world, though he is hesitant to treat you with such a lavish way of living. He tries to remember what you talk about - fandom wise. Are there rare collectibles?

❤ He spent a lot of effort into researching for this gift. Like ten minutes in he sat back down in his chair and put a hand on his forehead. I'm really in love.

❤ He had one of the servants wrap the gift. He's not that hands-on.

❤ But he made sure to wait until half the day passed before he handed it to you. The box was big, which surprised you, and you tried to hide your smile as you opened it. And you were surprised. So he does listen to you when you talk. The first thing you noticed was the cd, an album that recently came out, with writing on it. He had gotten the artist to sign it for you. And it even had your name. Underneath was a simple stuffed bear holding a heart. Engraved in it were the words be mine.

"I'll be yours."

He rolls his eyes, grabbing the back of your head and kissing your forehead. "I know."

Ishimaru Kiyotaka

❤ When you gave him his gift, his cheeks were burning pink and he was stuttering like crazy. One thing ran through his mind: what am I going to get them in return? It stressed him out beyond belief.

❤ You would often find him in great thought, staring off into the distance, mumbling to himself and squinting. You eventually stopped trying to break him out of it.

❤ A part of you knew this would happen if you got him a gift. No matter how simple it was, he needed to repay you somehow.

"Rise and shine!" He pushed you over in the bed, rolling you over, taking the blanket away from you. You whine his name and rub your eyes. He is already fully dressed; his hair is brushed and his eyes are alive.

"Why?"

"I made us a reservation!"

"For breakfast?"

He nods, leaning over your body, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. "The most important meal of the day."

❤ In the beginning of your relationship, you tried to get closer to him by asking him to tutor you. You always picked this restaurant - sitting across from him in this lighting was a blessing. He is beautiful.

❤ This was your gift - along with a book, one that the two of you can fill out together, a questionare of sorts. And the two of you linger over it like it's a textbook, reminding you of old times, where even back then he was madly in love with you, reciprocated.

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Yasuhiro Hagakure

❤ Wait - you're actually giving him something? But the two of you are already together. You still have to get each other stuff?

"You don't have to if you don't want to, love." You had laughed, noticing his stress immediately.

"No - no no." He opened his mouth to say more, but when nothing came, you spoke over him.

"Don't worry about it."

Afterward, he had simply grumbled to himself and scratched his chin.

❤ Whenever he thinks about gifts, he can only think about things that he wants. You - what are your interests? The two of you watch movies together, that's a start, have there been movies you liked more than others?

❤ He found himself fishing through your closet. A shirt, he decided. He'll give you a shirt.

❤ A shirt for that movie you made him watch a couple of times. Every time, you had quoted some of the lines, smiling as you did so.

❤ And when he gives you the shirt - it's in a tiny little bag, one with your name written on it with sharpie. He looks so nervous that you just want to melt into his arms. You make sure to show your appreciation, as you know this has been particularly stressful for him.

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Makoto Naegi

❤ He went to ask Kirigiri what to do. You gave him a gift for Valentine's Day and then said he doesn't need to return the favor - is this a trick? She tells him to do it anyway, as she suspects you're just trying to be generous.

❤ Which is correct.

❤ He considers himself someone who's good at giving gifts. He'll try to give someone something that's less obvious - something that they wouldn't know they wanted otherwise.

❤ But with you, it's hard, because he knows everything you like and everything you don't like. How can he surprise you?

❤ But maybe it's not about the surprise - and just that he has gifted you something in general. He thinks about this stuff too much.

❤ So he settles with a shit load of stuff. Like a goodie bag, almost. It has candles, snacks, love letters, stickers and gift cards. He didn't know what specificall you wanted so he just got you a bunch of stuff.

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Hifumi Yamada

❤ His gifts do not come in physical form, but rather writing, where he creates a whole novel of you in your favorite fictional world. He knows you so well, and he's amazing are characterization - everything plays out exactly how you imagined in your head.

❤ This is his to-go thing. Outside of that, he will cook a simple meal for the two of you, or the two of you can draw together. He'll take pictures of you trying on his glasses, print them, and tape them inside of one of his writing journals.

"Do you enjoy them that much?" You ask, a bit self conscious, looking at the photos as he takes out the tape.

"Why, of course! You look absolutely ravishing."

The corner of your mouth raises in a shrug, but you just know that he loves you a lot, as if he doesn't show it all the time anyway.

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Chihiro Fujisaki

❤ Mostly, every single time he goes outside, you are there with him. So buying you a present was actually rather difficult. He eventually just had to say I'm going to find you a present for white day and took off, alone.

❤ Your Valentines Day gift to him was a fidget toy. You realized that whenever he was away from a computer, he doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands.

❤ He wanted to get you something equally important.

❤ Him and his dad went together on White Day, pondering together. He got you a stuffed rabbit, just for how cute it looked. He also got you flowers, fitting those things (poorly) into a tiny little backpack, one that is your favorite color.

❤ He had you close your eyes when he came home. When he put the bag into your hand, you were surprised at how large the gift was.

"I was... unsure as to whether you would like it or not." He clasps his hands together, rubbing his thumb over the other.

You make a show of kissing the rabbit on the cheek. "It's amazing, I love it."

His worried eyes calm as he smiles.

#leon kuwata x reader #leon kuwata #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya togami #ishimaru kiyotaka x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #mondo owada x reader #mondo oowada #yasuhiro hagakure x reader #hagakure yasuhiro #yasuhiro hagakure #makoto naegi x reader #makoto naegi #hifumi yamada x reader #hifumi yamada #danganronpa chihiro #chihiro fujisaki x reader #danganronpa

[dr3amofagame]

I just had an idea plaguing me involving sensory deprivation, what if just Dream goes hard on jumping on lava too much, Warden just blockades that lava with obsidian, it goes on for months, and when they discovered that its far too long, Dream has long broken anything he can break despite the mining fatigue, there's no light, just a perfect square box of obsidian and one block of water, they find the one they trapped in soltitude either in the corner farthest from the water, or in the water, Dream being too deprived of anything other than the heat of the blocks or too used in the wetness of the pool that is often in near boiling temps.

(If its alright can I go for anon XP?)

XP

RIGHT,, the cell is such a terrible place i cant imagine that staying somewhere like that would be good for ANYONE for extended periods of time ,, on top of the already abysmal human interaction that place. is such a hellhole. (and sure thing XP!) 

i kinda took this in a completely different (and fluffier) direction, but yeah !! post-prison c!dream is gonna have a lot to work through LMAO 

tw: sensory overload, mentioned injuries (aftermath of torture), panic attacks, sensory deprivation and self-destruction in ask

“Shit!”

Techno watches quietly as Dream stumbles into the couch (again) and bursts into a flurry of curses (again). Ever since leaving the prison, Dream’s been improving substantially, had grown strong enough to start moving outside of his room a week or so back, and his injuries seem to be manageable enough today for the other man to actually walk around instead of staying in bed the entire day. By all means, it should be a decent day; Dream groans, again, flopping onto the couch and immediately burying his hands in his hair, which seems to be as good of a sign as any that it isn’t one.

“Hey, nerd,” Techno walks over, not missing the way Dream flinches at the sound of his voice, burying his head further into the cushions of the couch he’s lying on. “What’s up?”

“The sky,” Dream mutters, sounding murderous, and Techno reevaluates again. If his rival is feeling good enough to snark, then he’s probably not doing too bad.

“That’s the oldest reply in the book to that question, you know,” he drawls, deadpan, as he goes to get some breakfast for himself and a glass of water, at least, for his disgruntled guest, “I’m almost disappointed.”

“Sorry if I’m a bit rusty. It’s hardly like there was any way to practice socializing in the prison,” Dream huffs, annoyance coloring his words. “I’d hardly consider Quackity a good conversation partner.”

“Fair enough.” He reaches for the pitcher, filling the glass halfway with water and grabbing a straw from counter to place in the cup. Dream groans again, ignoring him as he puts the glass down on the table at the end of the couch. He makes no move towards it, and Techno watches him for a few seconds, trying to decide whether or not the concern is worth it. Babyrage, Chat states sagely, and Techno shakes his head. Probably not.

“You should probably drink some water,” Techno says before leaving to go train, because he’s a decent person and wants to help even if he has no idea how to handle the pile of person lying unresponsive on his couch at the minute, grumbling to himself and completely ignorant of everything outside of his own little bubble, “I’m going to go out and train for a bit.”

Unfortunately, when he comes back, the water is still full and Dream’s still lying on the couch, though he’s moved slightly from the morning. Where he’d been relatively splayed out earlier, legs straight and arms in front of him much like a stretching cat, he’s all hunched up into a ball now, arms crossed over the back of his head and knees tucked under his chest. Techno’s half convinced that the other is sleeping, but the sound of the door closing has him curling even more into himself with a full-body flinch that has him hesitating in the middle of hanging his cloak up. Chat yells at him, not making his life any easier

babyrage?

Dream crying?

is he okay?

E E E E

“Dream?” Dream jerks back, again at his words, arms pressing tighter over his head, and Techno frowns at the clear negative reaction. Yeah, Dream has times where he’d be panicking too hard to realize that the person calling for him is an ally and not an enemy, but this doesn’t look exactly like a panic attack, or anything he’s seen from the other man before. He looks more - frustrated, almost, but not exactly, something more desperate clinging to the ways he moves and the curl of his spine as he huddles into himself on the couch. Chat, as it usually does when he’s faced with any problem that can’t be immediately solved with a sword, goes to its only other option.

call phil

Phil !!

dadza

philza Pog

“Quiet, Chat,” he mutters to himself, frowning when Dream seizes, again, at the sound. “Fine. We’ll call Phil.”

---

Phil enters the house with a relatively bemused expression, one of his crows perched, self-satisfied, on the top of his hat, and Techno winces around Chat’s usual overenthusiastic greeting as Phil and his crows ease themselves into the hallway. His eyes flick to Dream, who has yet to move from his ball on the couch, and Phil’s gaze follows his own.

“He alright, mate?” Phil frowns, and Techno’s hand raises to the back of his neck sheepishly.

“He seems fine, physically, but he’s been on the couch all day,” he shrugs. “It’s pretty normal for the nerd, but he seems a little- more out of it, than normal, and Chat recommended calling you, and-” he falters, flailing his arms in a helpless attempt to explain. “Yeah.”

Phil, being Phil (and by that, he means being the best person on this entire hell of a server), takes his explanation with little questioning and moves towards the unmoving lump on the couch, leaving Techno to trail awkwardly behind, surrounded on all sides by a flurry of black feathers. Dream hardly moves on the couch, making some sort of strangled noise that could be a “Hi Phil” and could just be a low groan. Phil watches him with a quizzical look for a few seconds before looking up at Techno.

“Techno, can you close the blinds for a second? I want to try something.”

“Uh,” Techno shrugs, going to the windows. Anything for Phil, Chat chants, and well, he’s not exactly going to disagree. “Sure.”

A few minutes later, the windows are all closed, the smallest slivers of light shining through the closed curtains and into the otherwise dark room. On the couch, Dream visibly loosens, just a little, and Phil smiles.

“That’s what I thought.” Phil turns back to Dream, pitching his voice low. “That better, mate?”

Dream makes another incomprehensible sound, but this one sounds much more agreeable and less like the other man is on the verge of murdering someone, and Techno’s kind of floundering, but who’s to judge? Phil! Chat chants again, philza Pog and here, at least, their sentiments match his own. Phil is just magic, sometimes. It happens.

Phil laughs, low and soft, looking over at him from the corner of his eye.

“I think it was just too loud for him, mate,” he says, guiding them out of the room into the hallway, and Techno’s confusion must show on his face because Phil’s hands move in front of him, gesturing vaguely as he explains. “I doubt the cell had a lot of- sights, or sounds, and he was stuck in there for a while. Everything out here is so different- his brain must’ve just shorted out. Overloaded.”

Overload- sensory overload- oh. That makes…a lot more sense.

Chat immediately starts screaming, and Techno grumbles, feeling a headache of his own creeping up from the back of his skull. “Quiet, Chat, you guys weren’t all that helpful either,” Phil laughs again, used to his tirades against Chat, and fondness swells in his chest even as he focuses on the crowds spamming E and not pog in his head again. “And to be fair, sensory overload looks way different from the outside compared to when you’re the one going through it.”

Even through the usual annoyance at Chat, Techno feels for Dream - overload is annoyingly common phenomenon for him, between the mess that makes up Chat and his usual mess of a brain, and he sympathizes with the days where his skull feels too small for his brain and everything is edging on the side of too loud and too bright. He feels a little dumb for not realizing it earlier, and Chat’s repeated calls of L are hardly making him feel better, but oh well. As long as there isn’t anything seriously wrong with the nerd.

He’ll have to look into some ear muffs or something in the meantime.

#tw sensory overload #tw injuries #tw torture #tw panic attack #tw sensory deprivation #tw self destruction #-> my writing #-> my asks #XP :D #my writing :D #my asks !! #prison arc #pandora's vault

[loser-hub]

Valentine's Day Headcannons! Is it early? Yes! Do I care? Not a bit! A part two with some Pro's is coming soon!

Warnings: A hint of spice here and there, all characters are aged up to 21+ at least!

Izuku Midoriya

Has had your date planned for a month, at least, having planned since Christmas.

Valentine's Day is the day about love, couples, expressing your feelings and spending time with your significant other. Or that's what every commercial says when the month changes, bombarding everyone with pink, red and kisses.

Izuku soaks up every moment of it like a sponge.

He's not the best at expressing his feelings, always stuttering and tripping over himself, so he relies on acts of devotion, affection of gift giving to show you how much he appreciates and loves you.

Has a notebook dedicated to the day. Countless scribbles about what you like, what you don't, what you're allergic to, and any fact that could help him plan the perfect date.

The day starts and its all about you from the get go.

Gets you clean with a bath with candles, rose petals, bath bombs, bath oils, the absolute works. Spent way too much time and money at Bath & Bodyworks picking out your favorite things in case you were low.

Nervously picks at his nails while he waits, now second guessing himself and doubting if he might've gone overboard with everything.

Invite him in and he'd be on Cloud Nine!

The rest of the day goes however you'd like, whatever you want and he's at your beck and call. Driving you around to your favorite stores to staying home and chilling out on the couch, he just wants to spend time with you and see you happy. If you're happy then he's happy!

After getting cleaned Izuku takes you up to this scenic hill outside the city that looks over a field of flowers, allergy pills at the ready! He sets down a plaid blanket and breaks out his picnic basket full of your favorite foods and drinks.

He'll keep you there until the sun sets, holding you close to his chest as you two watch the sky turn to pinks and oranges.

Bakugou Katsuki

The polar opposite of Izuku's feverish planning.

He's more of an "oh, it's V-Day? Cool, I guess" kind of guy.

Shows up at your door out of the blue, no warning, no nothing, a box of chocolates under his arm as he thrusts a bouquet of flowers into your face. "Coincidentally" your favorite kind.

"Saw it was Valentine's Day and I'd be a fucking shitty boyfriend if I didn't bring you something, I guess. Get dressed, we're going out...somewhere...wherever you want."

Drags you out and pulls you along, opening his car door for you, closing it, being the gentleman that he secretly is.

Takes you to a little café on the outskirts of town he found one evening while patrolling, it seemed really nice and cute and thought of you when he saw it. So why not take you here for a little date?

Hands stuffed in his pockets he wanders inside, glued to your side.

Although like Deku, he's not the greatest at verbal affection. Sure he can scream and yell his feelings in anger but expressing how he felt about you? That stumped him.

Bakugou also prefers acts of service and gift giving as his love language, this man cannot articulate his love for you to save his life.

So moments like these are the most endearing moments of his character.

Let's you order whatever you want and subconsciously gets the same so you both can talk about how good/bad it was and so, if you did like it, he could cook it for you at home.

Shoto Todoroki

Oh dear please help this poor boy.

He has no idea what Valentine's Day is.

You'd have to be the one to suggest doing something or surprise him with a date, because he has no idea.

Its not that he doesn't care but he's simply never put stock into the lovey dovey holiday meant for couples, love and all that.

Show up at his door for a change!

He'll be pleasantly surprised and oh-so happy to see you there, even if he's rushing out the door so Enji, Natsuo and Fuyumi don't get wind of your arrival.

You'll never be left alone if they realize your there.

He prefers to drive, he doesn't know why but being in a car with you driving to a restaurant is strangely domestic. Since it is V-Day and you've so nicely explained to him what it means and the context around the holiday, you two decide to go to a fancy upscale place for a change.

Shoto decides to go all out, taking himself and you to a dressing shop and has you pick out an outfit while he gets a black suit with a red tie.

Its not often Shoto cleans himself up but when he does, wow.

Not to worry about reservations, all he has to do is show up and break out his gold credit card and the receptionist's eyes bug out of her head. Being Endeavor's kid has its perks on occasion and the staff takes you two to a secluded booth specifically for hero's and their partners.

Lit by candlelight you two share a multiple course meal, desert and feed each other rose topped chocolates.

An overall cheesy yet romantic date that he'll never forget.

Tomura Shigaraki

He's one of the ones whose bombarded with lovey dovey shit the second January turns to February.

Every MMO RPG in his collection does a Valentine theme in some way so its impossible for him to escape all the pink and red.

Those are the worst two weeks of the year.

He drops everything and plunges himself to the most gorey and eventless games he can find to get his mind off V-Day...well, before you came along.

Now seeing the themed events makes him pause, change his mind even, reconsider if you feel so inclined.

It all came to a head once he saw matching skins. Husband and wife, partners in crime, the list was endless for the game you two played together. Yep, he was going to do something.

Going out of the hideout during a busy holiday like today was out of the question so you rightfully suspected nothing would happen, Shigaraki wasn't going to whisk you away to a secluded hill and have a picnic. He wasn't that kind of man and he might scrape off bits of skin if put in that kind of situation anyways.

Nope, instead you were scooped up off the couch and hauled to his room. Plopped right down in the other chair of your couples gaming setup.

Your headphones on, game loaded up, hand on the mouse and your boyfriend mumbling how he needed "help" for the event.

"Tch, don't read too much into it Player Two, I get more XP if I'm in a group so you're coming with me. Just be my Love Healer and I'll DPS our way through the bosses."

Needless you weren't going to ask why your character was suddenly in a frilly dress with a bouquet instead of your normal staff.

Dabi

The most casual and uninspired ass you can possibly imagine.

Days all mix and warp together for Dabi so he doesn't know what day it is until he sees an abnormal amount of couples out and about. The shameless displays of affection was nauseating.

But hey, the shopkeeps were too busy with entitled Karens to notice some of their stock had gone missing.

No one pays attention to the burnt chicken nugget holding a massive stuffed bear and a plastic bag full of sweet on today of all days, normally he has to keep to the streets and be a sneeki beeki boi but this is the one day except for Halloween that he can get away with being in public. The stuffed animal a convenient hiding place when he gets looks.

His cover is blown when the plush is pushed into your open window first. He loves hearing your scream of surprise when he sneaks in but he can't do that very well with a four foot bear on his back...maybe next year.

Gets everything set up while you're worrying over him and making sure he wasn't seen or followed. You're too cute for your own good, worrying about him over yourself and what the police would do if they found out.

Today is definitely needed, for both of you. Time alone to just chill and cuddle.

Wrapped up in blankets, drinking some shitty stolen wine, eating sweets and laughing at how stupid the main characters of the rom-com marathon are.

The morning after you find yourself alone but at least now you'll never fall asleep alone with your Dabi scented teddy bear.

#valentine's day #Valentine's day headcannons #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #izuku midoria x reader #deku x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #shoto todoroki #tomura shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #tw: fluff #tw: mild spice

[numbaoneflaya]

Hiii, can I get 1, 2, 6, 16 for Nirn ; 3, 10, 14, 18 for Riley; and 4,7, 12, 15 for Suds. Also fun fact: I write down all the oc questions I wanna ask so I have random notebook pages with numbers and ur oc names on them 😌

GFHDHD wait wait I do that too for you I put them down in whatever google doc im workin on so i just have a bunch of docs w numbers and UR ocs names on them 😭 same mind..

1. What is their morning routine? What are the first things they do when they wake up?

-Wake up around 5 am. (six if he feels like sleeping in). Do morning stretches/yoga immediately. Fix his appearance/ brush his hair and teeth. Go over notes and documents from the night prior to see if he views anything differently now. Breakfast (light) with black tea. This is his me time of the day. Then choose an outfit and get dressed. Have the messengers sent in to hear any news or concerns. By around 7 am he's ready to greet the day :)

2. What is their nighttime routine? What are the last things they do before they fall asleep?

-He usually goes to bed around midnight or so. He bathes, chooses an outfit for the next morning, maybe does a face mask or sets some candles. Goes over documents and letters. For a little while in bed he'll read, either work related things or something he finds interesting. He falls asleep fairly easily but is a light sleeper and suffers frequently from insomnia, so its not unoften he'll miss a day or two of sleep and just spend the night working instead.

6. If they were videogame characters, what loot would they drop when they died?

Man I cant imagine him being killable in a videogame hes DEF an unkillable npc 😭 since hes literally a god. maybe he gets sick of the player trying to kill him and pretends to die, dropping the following- a bottle of wine, a coupon for scented bath salts, a collection of golden rings, and a moderate amount of XP. You run into him later in the game and can ask him like “didnt I kill you?” and hes like “that sounds like a personal problem. But try it again and you wont be as lucky” and then any further attempt to attack him just ends with the game crashing.

16. Is there a song lyric that they particularly identify with?

And oh, poor Atlas

The world's a beast of a burden

You've been holding on a long time

And all this longing

And the ships are left to rust

That's what the water gave us

'Cause they took your loved ones

But returned them in exchange for you

But would you have it any other way?

Would you have it any other way?

You could have it any other way

(Thanks i made myself sad)

Riley!

3. They’re locked out in the rain. What do they do?

High pitched musical screaming while banging on the windows exactly like this vine but with more desperation https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qfF49HgeVKY

Start crying probably if hes wearing velvet or satin and then gets mad enough about being locked out (even tho he locked himself out) he kicks in a basement window or smthn and crawls in and ends up falling on his face. All of this bcs in his emotions abt having his outfit ruined he forgot the rats have a way of unlocking it from inside and they all just watching him like :/

10. What would their karaoke song be?

Either something by ABBA or falloutboy hsfsdfh had his medieval fantasy equivalent to an emo phase in his youth and would know all the words to the black parade by heart so maybe that. Hed get hype af on the stage and start trying to crowd surf and shit when the guitar solo hits if he's gotten drunk enough.

14. What would you have to put under a crate propped up with a stick to catch them?

A nice plate of assorted cheese, a bottle of champagne, some fine imported silks unavailable from anywhere local, a darling fancy rat with a tousled coat, an ocean scented body mist, an arcane tomb bursting with forbidden energies, and maybe a beginners set of dulled throwing knives bcs he wants to learn how to be sexy but keeps cutting himself up when he tries w real ones :/

18. What do they do to cheer themselves up?

Buys himself things, spends time with his rats and talks his problems through with them, buys his rats costumes and accessories, throws himself into his studies, or if he's really feeling it then makes himself a bubble bath and gets champagne drunk in it while reading other arcane scholars thesis papers and scribbling down scorching reviews while mocking them aloud to the rats or whoever is unfortunate enough to be nearby.

Suds!

4. What would their ideal first date be?

-Suds considers himself too old and too jaded to ever do something like go on a date or have romance again. Of course that doesn't stop the occasional dream or fantasy of it from which he wakes up thinking damn :/ that hurted. Ideally its a picnic with just the two of them, they go to a pond or a spring and have biscuits and honey suds made himself. They feed the local squirrels and maybe share a glass of rose wine… they go home late through the garden and suds shows them the different variety of plant life he grows. They maybe hold hands :) and then share a kiss at his door.

7. What are the last 3 things in their Google search history?

How to let coyotes know you are a friend but also not to fuck with you

How to be less sensitive

Pineapple hurt mouth why

12. What do they use as a bookmark?

Hes def the type uses big leaves and flowers as bookmarks. Doesnt consider dog earring to be bad unless its a super old book.

15. They need to go on a 5 hour drive. How do they prepare?

Wakes up a little late and packs half in a hurry. Water bottles check. Snacks and food check. Pee bottle and tampons? Check, in case someone needs it. He respects women like that. Books on tape check, but also custom made cds for the occasion. Headphones and sunglasses check. MOST importantly a blanket and neck pillow, check. On god he is gonna be snoozin. Sun chips and arizona iced tea are his go too snack so also check.

#suds #riley #nirn #thank u beloved again sorry for lhow long it tok gfghdfhdfshdfgdffgd #the lads.... #please riley would actually get along w both of them i think #he shares nirns appreciation for the finer things and for scholarly pursuits #and also suds love of wildlife and sensitivities #my ocs

[thetalentedmripley]

hi i ADORE your blog!!!!! you are an amazing human being and I am so glad I found you on this hellsite (affectionate). n e ways, I have tons of questions and idk if u answered already bc my memory is shit so sorry if you’ve already answered in the past! in no particular order: favourite colour? maybe a uquiz recommendation? the best book to film adaptation (any genre really)? if u could travel back in time, when and where would you go? how do you like your tea (if you like tea, that is. if not, what’s your favourite drink?)? what are 5 things that made you happy today? what’s your favourite place in the world and why? favourite planet/star? all time favourite artist/your favourite artist(s) of the moment? thoughts on the Very Serious cereal & milk debate (hah, my phone corrected milk to milf... not that I use that word often ofc haha ha...) : which one comes first? whilst we’re on that topic, which came first, the chicken or the egg? why did the chicken cross the road? do you think life has a meaning? do you believe in fate? do you believe in astrology? what are your thoughts on apple products? how are you feeling, right now and in general?

okay I might have gotten carried away . oopsie doopsie anyway I hope u have an AMAZING day!!!!! I love you!!!!

HI omg ok before i answer these (which i am very excited to do, by the way) i absolutely demand that you dm me so i can know who you are bc this is just so kind and sweet and it honestly made my week!!!! <3

-my favorite color is lavender/periwinkle, the middle ground between those

-idk which quiz to recommend so here’s one i made last year: https://uquiz.com/B8jZnM

-carrie is probably my favorite book-to-movie, at least in terms of doing the book justice

-hmMmmmmm i think i’d go to ancient greece and absorb as much knowledge about their secret rites and rituals as possible

-tea is my absolute favorite drink!!!! ok so my favorite is harney and son’s “victorian london fog” which is an amazing earl grey,,, and i drink it w a bit of sugar and a dash of oat milk

-5 things that made me happy today: receiving this ask, chicken nuggets, my dog, a very nice customer at work, and nick from new girl.

-i honestly don’t know what my favorite place in the world is because i don’t think i’ve found it yet

-the andromeda constellation is my fav bc i loved it as a kid for some reason

-i literally cannot choose a favorite artist bc i love so many but i recently started listening to boy pablo and i am now a big fan

-i pour my cereal first, but power to anyone who can put the milk first and get the ratio right (also i laughed so hard at the milf thing pls)

-chicken nuggets came first, actually

-the chicken crossed the road bc he wanted to recreate the famous beatles abbey road album cover

-i think life has a meaning if you give it one !

-i do believe in fate :) 

-astrology is weird bc i believe in it but i also dont?? like it can be very accurate sometimes but that’s also just confirmation bias. idk how much i identify with my own sign (sagittarius) and supposedly id fall under that 13th zodiac sign if it was accepted (ophiuchus)

-i use mostly apple products and have adapted to them but sometimes i really miss Windows xp ya know??

-right now i feel content and a little sleepy!! in general i feel okay i think :) been better, been worse

<333 thank u again for these questions i had fun thinking about them !!! ily <3

[9noryn]

New answers!!

From questions asked in the ask-the-incuwives channel in the Seduce Me Discord Server!

From abil:  if your husbands had to stay in the abyssal plains after the events of the war, how would you feel? would you be okay with it?

Noryn would pack up and move with him lmao she's not attached to places, more so people so; of course there has to be a lot of talking and planning together, but she's pretty down to continue making things work from the plains side. She wouldn't have to worry about being found by Angels and get obliterated, big plus. She'd miss her sigil witch brother and her friends in the human world though; but she'll easily think about video calls and gaming and visits. The big make or break would be whether she can get hooked up with high speed internet in the abyssal plains

wait i just realized... the abyssal plains doesn't have internet yet

noryn's not gonna like this one bit; neither would matthew 

two gamers, in a dimension without games

((first order of business is to invent internet and get connected to human world, the first demon world hacker))

Bonus:

Midnight: Noryn starting up a tiktok channel for tiktoks in the Abyssal Plains that only the incubi and the wives see LOL

Midnight: no, she vlogs

Zio: hey demons its ya boi

More under the break!

From tkdigiboy: how would you react if one of the boy's ex-bf/gf or 'playmates'(sex for energy) came to visit or hang. would you let your husband do a one time fling for energy?

noryn's been friends with her exes, and their exes; so as long as things are chill, it's just like meeting anyone else from someone's social circle. it only gets weird if it's like... this person distracts matthew away from noryn a lot or otherwise gets in between her interactions with him

e_e they don't even have to be past lovers, anyone that does that will get on noryn's nerves and make her go on a jealous gifting spree, where in a fit of jealous frustration she buys a bunch of very thoughtful gifts for matthew to give to him later

regarding the one-time fling: emergency sure; but like, consent and all is one time and case specific

like if matthew is blowing up noryn's phone like "iM dY INNg OF SEX STarVaTION AND yOu'RE IN THE HUMAN WORLD" she'd be like ? ?? ? bE SAfe FIRST AND WE CAN TALK LATER

From Kantah: ooh what are the wives' hobbies? :0

Noryn hobbies: being an internet gremlin; tea brewing, drink mixing, bartending/barista; dabbling in potion making

From tkdigiboy: To noryn/zio: how well do you get along with simon and his wife?

pretty well!! though she thinks of simon and simone as mika's pets so whenever she visits mika she likes to try to befriend them and get matthew to play with him :>  simon's a lot less of a rascal when noryn can give him the attention he seeks

From Diva:  how long does it take Noryn to find out Divana’s favorite bubble tea since she cant magically know like usual [cause she’s a collective ton of different personalities]

Diva: Zio wait how long does it take for Noryn to figure out Divana's fav bubble tea after she god damn blue screens

Noryn: -sits there with window xp error noises going off in her brain-

Divana: I think this one died

Zio: poor baby; noryn would probably just blindfold herself and randomly mix ingredients and hope for the best. serving a chaos demon aint easy

Diva: Especially when Noryn Knows Alot of Things™️

From dari_baguls:  Idk if this is more for Zio or Noryn buuuut do you really have the cat stalkings Noryn wears in the game? I cried when I saw Noryn cause I also have the same stalkings and also (at the time) had short hair TvT just wanna know for research purposes

i do have them irl! Her outfit is based off of what i wore when the game was being made

She’d look like this in present day

Gotta refresh noryn’s design cause it’s very undergrad student vs her now working bartending professional :9

From Diva:  Oh no Noryn and Divana in the same room fucking around with potions

Zio: POTIONS POTIONS POTIONS in carrie's kitchen no less

Diva: Many things went wrong that day

Diva: M a n y

Zio:

Noryn: "can i come over to make sum poshuns" 

Carrie: "Of course,you dork"

Noryn: "Also Divana will help" 

Carrie:

Diva: 

Read at 3:45 pm

Zio: 

Noryn: "henlo? carrie u ther"

From tkdigiboy: Question to zio and kary: how do you 2 handle your husbands when their doing their usual routine towards eachother

Karygurl: Start making bets, make popcorn :D

Zio: when sam and matthew bicker; noryn stands aside and lets them get through their system if it's between them specifically; otherwise she's a participant in the bickering LOL they're a lot like rascally friends, and noryn is also a shit starter 

Zio: i headcanon that iri or twila like to occasionally stir the pot, like drop a small [controversial hot take] and watch the boys mcfreakin lose it

sam, matthew and noryn are all competitive casual gamers shit's going down there's no allegiances

From ☁bunny☁: jumpin in here: for all of the incuwives creators, especially zio n kary, how do you guys feel about people writing about ur ocs in their own stories? or drawing them? im writing my own interpretation of the story with my self insert and i love carrie and noryn dearly and would love to include them (and the other incuwives) but id only wanna do it if its cool with their creators first !

Karygurl: I mean please do!! I bookmark and save EVERYTHING that has even a tiny whiff of Carrie in it, I'm honored anyone would want to include her in anything ever

Zio: im flattered if your inspired to write in or draw my characters!! let me know if you want to collab too

Zio: do it do it; shout outs and cameos give me life

Karygurl: SAME Zio

Zio: plus if there's no story conflict, im down to adopt new dynamics/lore/etc from what people create

From Mari: What kind of things would you do to make your husband laugh?

To laugh? noryn would be an utter fool lmao and tell him an embarrassing story about herself (she's had a whopping 9 lives worth, there's no end to headass decisions and shenanigans when it comes to her); something like 

Noryn: "Babe have you seen our dog" 

Matthew, pouty but still hanging in there: "Huh? She's in the other room, right?" 

Noryn: "Now watch this. Bijo, cuddle attack!!" 

Distant pitpattering on the tile gets closer until Bijo, the apron wearing shibe, gets ready to jump with a soft woof

Bijo full-body slams into noryn

oh my god, noryn would do unintentional slapstick when trying to show matthew some new trick or skill

tkdigiboy to zio: pet peeve with matthew

probably him being a touch too open-minded and overly generous with his time to the point that he wears himself super super thin and tired. he's kind of that extreme of being too self-sacrificing? 

Noryn reminds him that he doesn't owe everyone he comes in contact with that kind of life-changing attention and focus, especially if those people take advantage of his kindness.

Noryn is very much "i have limited time and energy in this one body, I focus on saving the one person I can" whereas Matthew is the "I want to brighten everyone's day, and give them what I didn't have or give them something only I can provide"

While they have similar tastes and interests, their perspectives help the other grow into a healthier, better person.

#noryn answers #incuwives #carrie #divana #((oh goodness yeah im still alive and i love noryn #i named my palico in monster hunter world after her))

[burtlederp]

Anton and Jackson Drabble

A response to this prompt... Turned out quite a bit longer than I intended. XP STILL, I feel pretty good about it, and I ain’t even gonna break it up. Wordcount: 3154 :0 Thanks to @delicatewhumps for the prompt!

tw: blood, gore, death, animal violence.

“Anton, keep the strap across your chest.” Jackson reminded the inhuman patiently. Anton hissed, annoyed, but pulled it back over his head.

“It is… hurt. Gentle hurt?” He searched for the word.

“Uncomfortable?”

“Yes, that.” Anton grimaced, working his clawed thumb underneath the strap to pull it away from his collarbone.

“I know it is, but it’ll keep you safe in a car crash.” Jackson smiled. 

“Well, half the time.” The cleric’s voice floated back from the front seat, and Jackson frowned. 

“Half the time is not all the time.” Anton grinned, starting to pull the strap back over his head, but Jackson reached over and took hold of it.

“But half the time is more than none of the time.” He pointed out sternly, and eyed the cleric grumpily in the rearview mirror. Lyle smiled and looked back to the road as Jackson straightened up in his seat, looking out the window. There wasn’t anything to see, it was the middle of the night, pitch black, at least for Jackson. The wee hours of morning, or when the most calls came in, reporting appearances, sightings, attacks, and interactions with magical beasts that needed dealing with. Normal police forces couldn’t quite measure up to the power of some, which is where the Magic Affairs Agency came in--and, by extension in this situation, Jackson, his adopted son Anton, and Lyle Cohen. They were on their way in Lyle’s car to a call in some business park just inside city limits.

“What is it again?” Anton inquired in his strange, thick accent. “The thing we will fight?” 

“A troll is what it sounded like. Something large and strong.” Lyle replied casually. 

“Didn’t they mention it had claws?” Jackson questioned.

“Did they? Huh. Maybe not a troll.” Lyle shrugged. “Something big, strong, and evidently with claws.”

“I have claws.” Anton stated, looking down at his hands. “It is fair fight.”

“Maybe if it were just you and it, but you aren’t alone.” Jackson scoffed. “You got me and Lyle, remember?”

“Yes.” Anton nodded. “I could take it on my own.” 

“But let’s not, okay?” Jackson chuckled, ruffling Anton’s hair affectionately. 

Anton scrunched up his face, but shrugged. “Fine.”

It wasn’t long before they were pulling up to the business park where the thing had been reported. A herd of deer scattered as Lyle parked the car.

“I don’t see anything…” The cleric commented, peering out into the dimly-lit area. There were streetlights that illuminated the main road that ran between the rows of gray, nondescript buildings. Trees blocked most of the artificial light from reaching the parking lots, grown on the sparse patches of manicured grass.

“You don’t have darkvision.” Anton rolled his eyes, and opened his door, slipping out and closing it behind himself quietly. Jackson and Lyle got out as Anton climbed atop the car’s roof.

“Hey, careful, this car is new!” Lyle whispered hoarsely, but the inhuman ignored him, keeping himself low to the car’s surface, slowly straightening up.

“Shh, it’s fine, he’s careful. See anything Anton?” Jackson inquired, keeping his voice low.

“No…” He replied slowly, but he wasn’t sure yet. There was a lot he couldn’t see, his view blocked by the trees and the buildings. He saw movement, the herd of deer they’d disturbed, across the way in the neighboring parking lot. He watched them for a long moment, clustering around a clump of closely-spaced trees, wondering if Jackson would let him hunt one if they couldn’t find the monster. Then, Anton saw the trees move. He ducked down, ears flattening in alarm.

“What is it?” Jackson pressed, and Anton pointed towards the deer. Jackson followed his finger, squinting in the dark, and saw those trees moving--except, he realized, they weren’t tree trunks. They were legs. Thin, with short brown fur, and dainty, black, cloven hooves. They were moving towards the street, and a moment later, it stepped out into the light. The three of them could just barely see it through the leaves, but they could tell what it was now. 

A giant stag, its sharp antlers reaching up above the trees, too many tines to count at first, and while they couldn’t see its large head, they knew it was looking at them. 

“It sees us.” Anton breathed, just barely loud enough for the others to hear. Jackson nodded slowly.

“Alright, let me get my pickaxe out of the back.” He said after a moment, sighing and shaking his head as he walked to the back of Lyle’s car, popping the trunk. He started maneuvering his giant pickaxe out of the just-barely-big-enough trunk, when he heard the cleric curse softly. He looked up, and felt his heart jump in his chest. Small white dots, eyes, glowing in hundreds of pairs, glowed in the darkness beyond the mighty stag. They had an audience. Or perhaps it was an army?

“What do you think are the chances that they’re friendly?” Jackson said softly, half-joking, half serious.

“They are not.” Anton could tell. He could feel it. The giant stag was not merely watching them, it was glaring. 

“What do we do?” Lyle asked, shifting on his feet, unsure.

“We wait for it to attack first.” Jackson replied. “No point in fighting if--” He was cut off as the deer suddenly pushed off the ground, and sailed into the air. Jackson didn’t need to shout the order to scatter, Anton, Lyle, and he did it fine. Jackson barrel-rolled out of the way, Lyle throwing himself onto the nearest grass, and Anton scurried away in the opposite direction of the deer, disappearing into the shadows. The deer’s hooves hit nothing but concrete, narrowly missing Lyle’s car, much to the cleric’s relief, though it rocked precariously. The asphalt was cracked beneath the deer as it spread its legs out properly, swinging its huge head back and forth, picking a target. 

Jackson didn’t give it the chance to choose Lyle, snatching a rock from a decorative garden bed and hurling it at the stag. It knocked off the deer’s head, and it quickly turned on him. Teeth bared, Jackson realized the thing had fangs, and just barely dodged a snap of its jaws. He swung his pickaxe, messily, the broad side slapping its face away from him. It cried out, that odd, chilling, unearthly sound that deer could make, rumbling in Jackson’s chest as it reared up. 

He leapt out of the way of the thing’s hooves, the stomps getting closer every time. After the fourth stomp, he jumped towards the stag’s hind legs rather than away. He’d dropped his pickaxe, but that didn’t matter, summoning it to his hand as he swung a much better hit at the deer’s left hind ankle. The sharp point of the pickaxe buried itself into the leg, and the stag tried to jerk its leg away. The pickaxe was not pulled from the wound, but it was ripped from Jackson’s grip as the creature bucked, flicking the weapon off. He summoned it back to his hand before it could leave recall range, and tried to dodge the subsequent bite, but wasn’t entirely successful. Luckily, the bite was just barely overshot, and hard gums mashed down on his arm rather than teeth. He was spared an amputation, but he still felt his bones bend incorrectly as the stupid thing clenched hard, then whipped its head, tossing Jackson towards the large herd of deer in the dark.

Jackson, now sailing through the air away from the main fight, had at least provided Lyle with enough time to fetch his things from his car. So as the stag turned to him, baring those giant fangs, the cleric was ready. It snapped at him, but he sidestepped it, and smashed a warped, glass container onto its nose. It tossed its head back, calling, the shards sunk into its flesh as the liquid that spread upon its face sizzled, burning away fur and flesh. It glowed in the dark of night, a furious orange like fire. It was spreading, up its face.

“Weak to fire, mm?” Lyle panted, wishing he had packed more than two of those splash-potions. He glanced around, staggering back. Where’s Anton? He thought, then saw a shadow flicker out towards the deer. It scrambled up the deer’s stationary right leg, the stag trying to rub the goo off its snout with its other leg and only succeeding in spreading the potion more, as the little shadow suddenly was hanging on its throat. There was Anton, hissing and spitting like a wildcat as he dug his claws into the deer’s neck, pressing his face into its fur, trying to find the soft flesh to bite. 

“Anton, watch out!” Lyle’s warning wasn’t quite in time, the deer jerking its body violently to try and throw the inhuman. It just barely failed, Anton hanging on with one hand, and quickly darting up to its ear, where he could get a better hold. Holding and yanking on the ear, the stag bellowed, turning according to the direction it was pulled, and started running, away from the cleric.

“Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit,” Lyle breathed, and started giving chase, but was soon left behind in the dust. It was fast, even with an injured leg.

Anton hung on for dear life as the deer careened towards its army of brothers. The inhuman, noticing that the deer weren’t looking very friendly either, swung himself onto the back of the stag, trying to stay out of reach of enemy antlers. As the giant stag galloped through the herd, Anton wondered where the hell Jackson was. He landed just over here, hadn’t he? He thought, when the stag stopped so suddenly, he didn’t have time to prepare. Anton was tossed between the giant antlers, but just barely managed to reach out and grab hold of lower tines, stopping himself short. Directly in front of the stag’s lowered head was a nest, a thicket of spikes, the antlers of other deer, ready to impale him. They were already bloodied, but Anton didn’t have time to figure out where from. He was awkwardly situated on the stag’s face, his chest facing the sky above, arms twisted back to grip the antlers, knees bent as his feet straddled either side of the muzzle. Unfortunately, that’s where some of the splash-potion had spread, and Anton quickly began to feel it, a sharp, hot pain on the bottoms of his feet, his butt, and shoulder blades, the parts that had made contact with the substance. He hissed, and could feel the stag getting ready to rear, try and throw him off. 

Anton was quicker, though. Knowing that all the deer were clustered at the front of the stag’s face, he whipped himself to the side, not letting go of the antlers. The stag hadn’t braced, and so its head was twisted with Anton. It cried out, antlers slamming into the ground, and it staggered sideways, but didn’t fall. He hadn’t flipped it, but it didn’t matter, there was a better opening now. Quick as a wink, he darted to the throat of the deer, latching on again. It raised its head slowly, clumsily, discombobulated from the hit on the asphalt. It tried to shake its head and neck, but only did so weakly, too disoriented to move properly. Anton didn’t waste time, shoving his face past the rough fur to the skin, biting, and tearing. A bit of skin and muscle came with, but the hole was started. He shifted his hands, taking hold of either side of it, and started raking his claws out from it, over and over again. Hot, sticky blood began to flow profusely from it, the flesh vibrating as the stag uttered a loud, shuddering cry, but Anton didn’t stop. He buried his teeth into the viscera and tore.

He fell off then, but it didn’t matter. It was over. A wave of hot blood spurted from the neck of the beast as it collapsed, the life fleeing its eyes as fast as it did from its throat. Anton heard a scrape of hooves against pavement behind him, and he snarled, whipping around, ready to fight. But there was no new assailant. No, the herd of deer that had surrounded him, serving the stag, was backing away now. They’d lost. 

Anton bared his own teeth, sharp, red with blood like the rest of him, and he roared, hissed, and spat. It was enough, the deer turning tail and running as their leader’s body jerked, the last weak struggles as it slipped away. The deer quickly disappeared into the night, and Anton slowly relaxed, breathing hard, watching them. He looked down at himself, nose scrunching at the sight of himself, entirely drenched in blood. He tsked, turning around, beginning to lick his arm when he stopped. 

Just a couple yards away, lying in the gutter, was a familiar limp form. His own blood ran cold, and he moved to Jackson’s side faster than he had ever moved before, falling to his knees beside him. He rolled him over onto his back, praying to some goddess he’d sworn he’d forgotten, asking that Jackson wasn’t dead. He gave no thanks though as he found he wasn’t, Jackson giving a pained moan as he was moved.

“Jackson!” Anton cried out, looking him over. Holes, stab wounds, so many wounds, littered his body, red soaking through his clothes, his face not spared either. The inhuman remembered the antlers that he’d nearly fallen onto, they’d been bloodied already, with Jackson’s blood, he realized now. “Shit, fuck!” He cursed, dragging his hands down his face, looking over the man’s form helplessly. What do I do? What do I do? How do I--? How--? 

“L-language…” It was barely understandable, just slightly louder than the whistle of the air through the hole in his chest, but Anton heard it.

“Jackson, J-Jackson, w-what do I do?” Anton swallowed, fists clenched, eyes wide. “What do I do?! How do I help you?” Jackson weakly raised a hand, his brown eyes hazy, distant, and Anton went quiet, ears lowered, waiting. Waiting. Please, tell me what to do. I don’t want you to die.

“H-how bad is it?” Jackson croaked, ever-so-gently laying his bloodied, mangled hand on Anton’s. The inhuman’s fist relaxed, and he slipped his fingers between those large ones. Anton gulped, feeling tears burn in his eyes. 

“Y-you’re not hurt that bad.” He lied, biting his bottom lip. “Please, Jackson, don’t die. Help is coming. I will help you.” Anton breathed. Jackson coughed, suddenly, a terrible, wet sound, and Anton hated hearing how the air he tried to suck back into his lungs bubbled and whistled through the holes in his chest. 

“J-Jackson, Dad, please,” Anton felt tears roll down his cheeks, but he didn’t care, leaning over Jackson’s face. He was so pale, so very very pale, his eyes sunken. Anton had seen eyes like that before, many times--the eyes of his prey, bleeding out; his tribe alpha, writhing in the dirt as the newcomer choked him to death; Ezin, when he had died in Anton’s arms. And now, here those awful, haunting eyes were again, but on the one person he never, ever wanted to see them.

“Please, Dad, no, Dad,” Anton sobbed, hands pressed on either side of Jackson’s face. 

“It’ll be okay, Anton…” Jackson wheezed, smiling faintly, resting a hand atop Anton’s. His eyelids fluttered. 

“No, no, no! Dad! Dad!” Anton howled, but it did nothing. 

“I love you.” The light slipped away. Anton felt like the air within and around him had vanished, like his heart had stopped, his sobs choking in his throat. His lips moved with words he couldn’t speak. Dad, I love you. Words he hadn’t said enough. I love you. Words he had thought silly, meaningless even. I love you so much. Now they were everything he had ever wanted to say, the only ones he ever wanted to tell Jackson, but he couldn’t. He was gone. 

Anton wailed, flinching away from the body, curling into himself as he wept, loudly, inconsolably. He didn’t want to see it. He couldn’t. If he didn’t look, it wasn’t there, and Jackson wasn’t dead. Jackson was okay, he was at home, waiting for Anton, waiting to wrap him up into a hug and kiss him on the cheek and tell him how much he loved him, with dinner ready and waiting in the kitchen. But he wasn’t. And he wouldn’t be.

He heard footsteps, panting, something approaching. The inhuman felt a surge of protectiveness, snapping to his feet, claws ready, teeth bared, snarling. 

Lyle skidded to a stop, falling back onto his rear, gasping. Anton’s eyes almost glowed in the dark, indescribably, a fury there that had no light. He was covered in red, in blood. The cleric’s eyes darted to Jackson’s limp form.

“A-Anton, please, I can help him, I can save him,” He breathed, slowly sitting up. Minutely, he saw a bit of that animalistic anger fade. “Please, Anton, please, let me save him,” He begged. His heart pounded, he was acutely aware of the pain of his own wounds him--the damn deer had flankedbut his adrenaline was flowing. Anton’s snarl faded into a fiery glare, and he took a step back. Warily, cautiously, keeping an eye on the inhuman, Lyle crawled quickly to Jackson.

“Aw shit, they did a number on you, didn’t they?” He breathed, hands hovering over Jackson’s chest. His eyes darted to every spot of blood on him, processing every wound in his head as fast as he could, but it was too much. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and leaned over the dead man. He pressed his mouth over Jackson’s, his hands over the eyes, and breathed into him, speaking the spell in his mind. It took just a moment, when light shone dimly from beneath Lyle’s hands, and he lifted his head. Jackson’s weak, limp form took a deep, shuddering breath, but no air whistled through the holes of his chest. He exhaled, slowly, then again inhaled. He didn’t stop breathing. Lyle sighed in relief, and looked up at Anton.

The inhuman stared down at Jackson, eyes wide, not daring to breathe, and risk taking it from his father. He fell to his knees again, lip trembling. Lyle carefully reached an arm around him, and Anton leaned into it. 

“Breathe, Anton, breathe, it’s okay,” Lyle murmured, and the poor boy gasped for air, realizing how long he’d gone with it. And the floodgates burst. He buried his face into the cleric’s chest, shaking with emotion, unable to comprehend what had happened. He felt Lyle wrap both arms around him, holding him close, and even though he didn’t know him, he let him. He didn’t care.

“Th-thank you…” Anton gasped, breaths hitching in his chest between sobs. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome, buddy.” Lyle rocked him gently. “You’re welcome. You’re okay. He’s okay. We’re all okay.”

#burtlederp writes #wow #this was a long one #whoops lol #worth it #got to develop anton a bit #was this a cheap death scene? #yes #but i am physically incapable of killing off my characters for real so shut up #this is as good as it's gonna get #please don't ask for lyle again he's a throwaway char #whump #whump community #whump writing #blood #gore #animal violence #death #he gets better #spare the dying #burtlederp whumps #my ocs #my writing #ocs #jackson #anton #throwaway oc #hunting #open season #deer

[brittle-bone-gabe]

The Forgotten: Chapter Three: Repeat Cut

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six,  Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight,  Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen, Chapter Eighteen, Chapter Nineteen, Chapter Twenty, Epilogue

Summary:  Barry Berkman couldn’t remember much of his childhood; he knew he used to live in Derry, Maine, but that was about it, besides being taken by his “Uncle Fuches” at age 16 to move to Cleveland, Ohio. Eddie Kaspbrak moved from Derry, Maine to LA, becoming a police officer, surprisingly enough. Normally things were quiet for the most part, besides the occasional drug busts, but it’s when someone named Barry Block enters his line of sight as a possible suspect for the recent string of murders he has to push the feeling of remembrance to investigate.   Pairing:  Adult Reddie  (Richie x Eddie) Or, technically, Barry x Eddie Read on Ao3: Here Word Count: 4282

The instant that Eddie was out of the hospital and had a days worth of rest at his apartment he decided that it was time to go back to work. The Chief of Police, Detective Mae, and everyone working at the precinct had urged him to stay home, take a week off of work that he would get paid for to get some rest, but of course he refused to take up on it. Eddie was pissed, no, in fact, he was beyond pissed off right now. He got injured on the job, the bastard who did it got away, and now people at work were trying to get him to stay home while the killer was still running around out there probably killing more and more people. Now there was no way he could rest. What if he would come after Eddie knowing that he was still alive? Well… thinking back on that, even though the memory was somewhat hazy, it didn’t seem like the killer wanted to hurt him at all, otherwise he would have shot him in the chest or the head… not in the goddamn foot. What was it he said? Put some ice on it and you’ll be fine...? This was all so fucked up.

Eddie did call the responding officers who almost ditched him for the goddamn reptile show. Who knows what would’ve happened if they did that. Maybe he would’ve lost his foot. Honestly? Eddie was outraged about the entire situation. He was mad at himself for being so careless, he was mad at the guy for shooting him, he was mad about the responding officers who were just goofing around instead of helping him on the call.  

Well… what's done is done… the only thing he could do now was to move forward with the case he would most likely be taking on on his own. Which, if he had to then that was fine. Janice was working this same case basically on her own anyways; if she could attempt to do it then he would attempt to do the same. Not like how Janice ended up was good, but Eddie was going to attempt to be three steps ahead of whatever was going on here.

Eddie limped through the precinct, his hand on his left leg as he was making his way to his cubicle. He couldn’t wait to get his desk, even though it was a short walk from the employee parking lot to getting his desk, this was the furthest that Eddie had to walk in days. He was taken out to Detective Mae’s car via a wheelchair when was getting discharged from the hospital, and his apartment was small so he didn’t have to walk far for anything. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, trying to ignore them as he wobbled into his seat at his desk, thankfully the cubicle walls were blocking everyone else out. Letting out a sigh, Eddie pulled out the orange RX bottle out of his pocket, downing two painkillers to help the aches and pain running up his leg.  

Within the span of five minutes a couple of officers passed by Eddie’s cubicle, stopping to ask how he was doing. Every time he was asked, Eddie just gave a generic: “oh, I’m doing fine. Thanks.” Then he’ll turn back to whatever he was looking at at his desk. Which, right now, was nothing. He was staring at a blank piece of paper on his desk, trying to block out the pain in his foot and leg. Bouncing his leg, Eddie was hoping that would help, but nope, that was a stupid mistake and made the pain worse.

Letting out a sigh, Eddie raised his head, propping his elbow up on the desk, leaning his head against the palm of his hand. He glanced around, noticing the disc in a plastic sheet propped up on his computer. Oh right! That was from the security camera tapes at the house Eddie had been investigating. Thankfully someone recovered this for him so he could watch.  

Eddie pulled out the tangled up earbuds from his front pocket, untangling them as he took the disc out of the plastic, putting it in the optical drive. It was taking forever for the computer to read it, as it was an old Dell running Windows XP, that’s been outdated for years, but for some reason they won’t upgrade to Windows 10. That would probably take care of a lot of issues around here if they did, but whatever, right? The computer was making strange noises, trying to load it up, but it was obvious it was struggling.

“C’mon, you piece of shit,” Eddie mumbled, bouncing his right leg from suddenly becoming extremely anxious. He could not wait to see what was on this tape, hopefully the guys face. Just… something to move this case forward.

Finally the disc started to play, it had the date in the bottom right hand corner, two separate cameras were on the screen, the top screen was the backyard camera, the bottom screen was the front door camera. There had to be something up with the guy who had gotten murdered for having these cameras placed where they were. ...or maybe he was just worried about something else. The neighborhood that he lived in wasn’t a bad one, never, not once, had Eddie or any other officer been called in to check on something. Extremely quiet.

Eddie’s eyes drifted to the front yard camera, a man, the same man that he met in the house was walking up to the front door. A hood over his head, lowered as he readied the pistol with a suppressor in his hands. He looked so close at the computer screen, trying to see the man's face but the camera angle wouldn’t change, no matter how Eddie would try to look at it. He watched as he tried the door handle first, black gloves covering his hands, but the door appeared to be locked. The man looked around away from the camera, assuming to make sure nobody was around to watch him when he began to kick the door in. He held the gun up in front of him as he entered the house, not once was his face shown.

Eddie started tapping his fingers impatiently, watching both screens like a hawk waiting for something to change. He was itching for something else to happen, he thought about fast forwarding the footage, but he couldn’t risk missing anything. The whole ordeal must’ve lasted five minutes, as the backyard footage showed the man, with the hood still pulled up over his head, exiting the house via the sliding glass door. Still no clear shot of his face. Eddie cursed under his breath when he realized that. He had his back to the camera the whole time, peeking around the corner of the house, the front door camera showed that Eddie’s police cruiser was pulling into view. The man threw a ski mask on over his head, dropping his hood as he turned back around, looking up at the camera as he finally noticed it. He shot it down, a No Service message in white letters over a black screen popped up where the footage used to be..

From the front door camera, Eddie saw himself entering the house with his gun drawn. That’s all he had at the moment, as there was nothing else to see but the unmoving scene of the porch. Another five minutes passed and the man was leaving the house, he pulled off the ski mask as he did, blood was obviously on the front of his hoodie. Eddie paused the footage quickly, rapidly tapping the spacebar so it would play and pause. The man had turned his head slightly so the camera caught a brief side of his face and his hair; it was brown, short, and somewhat messy.  

Fuck. This wasn’t enough for Eddie to go off of, but he would make do. It would be a start in this case, right? He couldn’t help but rewind the footage from when the backyard camera was still intact, pulling out Janice’s picture. Eddie moved it so the footage was showing the man standing up, gun pointed at the camera then paused it. Yeah, comparing the still and the picture it was obviously the same man. It just had to be.

Eddie stood up as quickly as he could, despite his foot screaming out in pain as he did with the unexpected weight being put on it. His face scrunched up in pain as he had to use his desk as support, holding the picture in his hand. When he opened his eyes again Detective Mae was standing there, watching him and was about to move in to help him stand up since it looked like he could’ve used it. He jumped again, she always made it a habit to walk up to him when he totally wasn’t expecting it, scaring him.

“You okay, Kaspbrak?” Detective Mae asked him, putting a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, yeah…” he grunted as he put more weight on it to turn around to face her, “I’m fine. Hey, listen, maybe you could help me out with something.”

Detective Mae’s eyes lit up, a smile on her face. “Of course! What do you need?”  

“So… do we still have Janice’s notes from this?” He held out the picture to Mae.

“Yeah… yeah I think so, in her old desk. Why? What’s up?”

“I’m not letting this go, Mae,” Eddie said, putting all his weight on his right side, leaning against his cubicle wall, “I just know the guy who killed Janice shot me. I know it.”

“C’mon, Kaspbrak… we closed the case.”

“I know, I know… but now I have another reason to open it back up!”

Detective Mae shook her head slowly. “Don’t over work yourself, Kaspbrak. Especially now that you’re hurt.”

“I won’t, I won’t, I promise,” he said quickly.  

She sighed, thinking about it. The case was over and knew she shouldn’t give in to Officer Kaspbrak’s request, he would just work himself into the ground, knowing him. On the other hand… they were all still torn up about Janice’s disappearance/murder, and if he thought the same guy was involved in shooting him then… why should she stand in the way of that?

“Okay… c’mon.” She motioned Eddie to follow him, which he did but was having issues keeping up with Mae, who, when she realized, slowed down so they could walk together.

They made their way over to Janice’s desk which was kept untouched… until now. Eddie noticed the picture she had tucked in between her computer screen and the casing around the monitor. It was a selfie of her and some older man that Eddie somewhat recognized, but couldn’t place from where.

“What’s this picture?” Eddie asked, pointing at it.

Mae looked up at the picture as she was crouched, going through her drawer. “Oh, that’s her and her boyfriend. Gene.”

“Gene who?”

“Co… Cos… no. Gene Cousineau,” she finally managed to remember, standing up with a handful of pictures. “In fact, this is the acting class she was looking into about the case. Gene Cousineau teaches it.” She held out the pictures to him, which he took. Eddie opened his mouth to ask a question, but Mae knew exactly what he was going to say. “No, he’s innocent. He’s the one who called in and was pretty torn up about it.”

“I mean…” Eddie started, going through all the pictures of the people in the acting class, “that doesn’t exactly mean he’s innocent,” he pointed out.

“He’s innocent, Kaspbrak. Trust us.” He nodded. “Just be careful, okay?”

“I will.”

She moved to go about her business, leaving Eddie shuffling through the pictures. He stopped when he landed on Barry’s picture. Everyone else’s picture looked like they were posing for a headshot, while the guy named  Barry looked confused and awkward. Did Eddie know him from somewhere? There was something about how he looked, well, his features anyway… The blue eyes- Wait… the blue eyes. They looked rather similar to the guy who shot him the other night.

Eddie moved to the conference room that nobody was currently using, he could feel everyone's eyes on him again. He moved the whiteboard on wheels out next to the conference desk, pinning up the photos. The scene looked all too familiar to the other officers, as they all remembered Janice doing the same thing the first time around. Eddie could hear some groans from behind him as he pinned Barry’s photo in the middle of it all.

“What’s the problem?” Eddie asked the officers who had been groaning at this.

“We thought the case was closed,” one of them said before taking a sip of his coffee.

Eddie shook his head. “No, I’m opening it back up.”

                                                           -----

It was that time of the week again where Barry could finally escape his problems, getting into a zone with people he enjoyed and doing something he loved. His acting class. He’d been thinking about it for the past two days, he needed a distraction from the job the other night. For some reason Barry’s thoughts kept going back to Officer Eddie Kaspbrak, worried about him; his well being and worried about being found out for what he did. In fact, Barry was so worried about it that he hasn’t left the hotel for a whole day, paying Fuches to bring him some food, even though the older man told him to do it himself, so Barry had to add more money so he could buy himself something.

Barry pulled into the parking lot of the theater in his old, crappy, beat up car. He couldn’t help but check all his car mirrors to make sure he hadn’t been followed. That was the last thing he wanted; to be arrested in the middle of his class, in the middle of Mr. Cousineau and in front of Sally. Yeah… Barry did feel like he was being followed at the moment, maybe it was just his paranoia. Had to be, right? Nobody would’ve been able to.

He was pulling his thoughts together, trying to calm himself down. Nobody is following you, Barry told himself, pressing his head back to the headrest, letting out a deep sigh, closing his eyes. Nobody knows what you did besides Fuches. Fuches wouldn’t tell anyone… right?

All the anxiety was leaving Barry’s chest, so he opened his eyes and looked out his windshield. Yeah… he was going to be oka- There was a sharp, loud couple of taps on his drivers side window. Barry’s eyes went wide as he turned to look, all the anxiety times five came storming back to him. Standing out there was Sally, who gave him a small wave. Barry let out a sigh of relief upon seeing her, her smile caused him to smile as he rolled down his window.

“Everything okay, Barry?” She asked him, worried about him.

He swallowed hard, nodding. “Oh, yeah…” he started, scratching the back of his head, “just a little anxious, that’s all.”

Sally reached in the car, squeezing Barry’s arm that was resting in his lap. “Everything’s okay, Barry,” she said with another smile on her face, giving him some sense of comfort. “I’ll see you inside.”

“You too,” he said quickly just as she turned around to head inside the theater.  

Barry craned his neck to look through the rearview mirror one more time before getting out of the car. His heart sank when he saw an unknown, black car turn onto the street, parking itself next to the theater. They turned their headlights off, nobody was getting out of the car. Yeah, that made Barry paranoid, why would someone just park there and not get out? Well… he had an idea, as it was something he’d do when he was out the lookout for a target. Barry waited a moment before getting out of his car, locking it quickly before making his way inside, making sure the person from the car couldn’t see his face as he shoved his hands in his old, dark brown hoodie pockets, his head down.

The entire way inside and to his usual seat alone, Barry had bad vibes. The feelings of being followed were overwhelming him greatly that he couldn’t focus at all. He didn’t even notice that his classmate was trying to strike up a conversation with him until it was too late and they turned their attention away from him. You’re just paranoid, that’s it, Berkman. You need to get yourself together. Calm the fuck down, he thought to himself, letting out a long sigh, gripping his backpack straps that was sitting on the floor in front of him, trying to ground himself.

Gene walked onto the stage, everyone giving him a round of applause as they did every class. Barry was so out of it that he didn’t even notice until everyone was finishing up. He cursed himself for zoning out, his head in his hand as he was trying to push everything out of his mind so he could focus on whatever it was Mr. Cousineau was talking about. When he looked up, he could see his mouth moving but couldn’t hear any of the words coming out; the only thing he could hear was loud, constant buzzing, indicating that his anxiety was getting out of hand. The more he tried focusing the more he kept zoning out.

“Did you hear me, Barry?” Mr. Cousineau asked, hearing his name snapped Barry out of his mini anxiety attack.

He looked up, noticing that everyone was staring at him. Hopefully he wasn’t mumbling anything while he was out of it.

“Oh, um…” Barry stuttered, picking aggressively at the skin on his hands, “n...no. I’m sorry.”

Mr. Cousineau let out an annoyed sigh, and Barry could understand his frustration and felt bad that he had to repeat himself because of him.

“I said we’ll be starting a small play; I’ll be giving out roles and scripts today. Did you hear it that time, Barry?”

“Yes, Mr. Cousineau,” he mumbled, picking at his hands again until there was blood underneath his fingernails.

Mr. Cousineau called everyone up one-by-one to come up to get their copy of the script with their roles highlighted. Barry had no idea what role Sally got, but she was going on how excited she was about it to their classmates, so it must’ve been a good one. When Barry was called up, he moved sluggishly, looking tired as he grabbed for the script that Mr. Cousineau didn’t let go of right away.

“Get it together, Barry,” he whispered in his students ear before letting go of the stack of papers. Barry nodded, heading back to his seat as he was lifelessly flipping through the pages. He didn’t read anything besides the fact the name Robert was the lines that were highlighted. “I’ll give you all a loose ten to get into character, look through the parts,” he explained, stepping off the stage, “I’m excited to see how this goes.”

Everyone grouped up, going through their scripts, asking everyone for their opinion on what mood their character should be in. Everyone except Barry, who stayed in his spot, skimming through the lines, not grasping what was in front of him. The point of being here tonight was to forget everything that happened in the past few days, right? Then why wasn’t it working like he had hoped?  He rolled up his script, discreetly hitting it against his head, trying to get himself to focus, to be in the moment like he was trained to do.

“Alright, are we ready?” Mr. Cousineau stood back on the stage, asking everyone.

Oh, shit. Had it been ten minutes already? Everyone was agreeing that they were ready, but Barry was not. He thought he could pull himself out of this before time was up. Fuck, something else he failed at.

Barry was still sitting while everyone was making their way up to the small stage. Sally was motioning him to come up. He let out a sigh, standing up, wiping the blood he could feel from the back of his hand on his dark pants. When would he kick this habit?

Thankfully Barry’s character didn’t show up until a little bit later in the scene, which gave him some time to put himself in the zone. He tried focusing on his breathing, trying to focus on what was going on on the stage as he was standing off to the side, his eyes following what was being said on the script. Since he assumed he had disappointed Mr. Cousineau enough tonight and wanted to make him proud of him. Barry rubbed his face, trying to psych himself up, trying not to pick at his hands.

The moment Barry heard his characters name being introduced, he stepped on stage, being blinded by the lights that were shining down on them. He held the script tightly in his hands as he awkwardly stood in place, facing Sally, whose character was going to be talking to him.

“‘Robert’s coming, aren’t you, Rob?’” Sally said in character, looking at Barry with a smile on her face. Nodding slightly to tell him to go on.

Barry opened his mouth, looking out at the empty seats, only seeing Mr. Cousineau sitting there, watching intensely in his usual seat in the center row. Suddenly he froze, he had no idea why or what was going on. He thought he heard police sirens from outside, so his heart began pounding against his chest. Oh, shit. Oh God. They’re coming for me, aren’t they? Barry thought, clutching his script so tight that it began unreadable.

Sally cleared her throat, gaining Barry’s attention once again as he looked back at her.

“Rob, you’re gonna come to the party, right?” She edged on so Barry would start speaking.

Barry nodded, looking down at his crumpled up script. “Oh… yeah, I’ll… I’ll be there. For sure,” Barry said lifelessly, not 100% there.

Sally itched the side of her head, tilting it to the side, trying to go off from that, but it was hard. “‘I mean, Jon’s gonna be there, that’s not going to be a problem, is it?’”

“N…not at all.”

“Cut!” Gene said loudly, standing up from his seat, walking up to the stage. He pressed his palms on the stage floor, glaring up at Barry who looked around awkwardly. “What the hell are you doing, Barry?” He asked him, sounding somewhat concerned, but slightly frustrated at the same time.

“I’m-I’m-I’m reading-”

“You sound dead inside!”

“I’m… not really feeling all here today,” Barry admitted, dropping his arms to his sides.

“You need to suck it up and get it together!” He snapped, before going back to his seat. Barry knew he didn’t mean it, it was his twisted way of getting someone in the mood of the play, to force them into the mindset that they were practicing the play. While everyone did sound a little uptight since they were reading a new script, none of them sounded as bad as Barry did at the moment, so he was trying hard to pull himself together.

                                                              -----

At the end of the night, everyone left before Barry could get the chance to get his stuff. Once he did, he threw his backpack over his shoulder, tucking his hands in his pocket as he walked out of the theater. All he wanted to do was get to his car, get to the hotel and forget this embarrassing night. The moment he stepped outside, Sally was waiting for him, ready to walk him to his car.

“Barry, you bombed. What’s wrong?” She asked him, playfully bumping into him. She stopped in front of him so he had no choice but to talk to her.

He opened his mouth to speak, but that’s when he saw the same car from earlier, but this time the car had moved up closer to the theater. The guy in the car, that Barry couldn’t make out, was watching everyone who was leaving the building.

Barry was silent, turning away from Sally to go back to his car. He didn’t say a word to her, which made her even more worried about him. She was calling after him, but he had no idea what she was saying to him, he just needed to get out of here.

“Barry? Barry!” She called after him some more, but he still didn’t say anything.

He just got in his car, starting it before quickly backing out of his parking spot. Barry didn’t even look both ways on the side road before pulling out, driving quickly, leaving the theater and the car behind. His heart was pounding against his chest to the point Barry thought he was either going to pass out or his heart was going to rip through. The car didn’t appear to be following him, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

He jerked his steering wheel to the left, turning onto a random neighborhood. The second house down Barry had decided that that driveway would be good enough as he pulled up into it, turning off his headlights. He was watching the road he had just pulled off from. It wasn’t long until the same car that had been parked outside the theater the whole night slowly drove by, causing Barry to swallow hard. Fuck. Someone was looking for him.

Great.  

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[pekorosu]

ep 7

- will edit this post once i do a rewatch. as usual my stream was lagging and i missed some stuff :/

- JESSICA'S VOICE!!! I LOVE

- LMAO ash doesn’t even need to figure out a password i think he just hacked in somehow. i mean it makes sense considering the kind of shit he’s going to pull later on, but idk why it’s just so funny haha. i guess this is anime-only scene #1

- ash and eiji's ensuing high five is so cute tho they were totally holding on for longer than necessary :p

- is that windows xp??? wat

- eiji is so unbearably adorable even when he's just opening the door 

- yut lung's bangle = a dragon tattoo now hot damn 

- ash is so weak for eiji lmao. case in point:

ash: ur a burden, go back to japan

eiji: yeah ur right, i am a burden ):

ash: NO!!!!!!!! WRONG!!!!!!! u saved my life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- lol @ the tragically romantic piano bgm

- eiji crying again oh no... soft boy.....

- i don’t think this needs to be said but shorter T_T and to think we are only at the beginning..................

- i like jessica’s voice, but tbh i’m not sure how i feel about the overall changes. she feels a little more trope-y in the anime, not just in appearance but in the way she’s animated? idk how to explain it... i’ll see if i change my mind later

- the pacing is back to being super fast this ep. i was kinda expecting smth more this ep, but logically speaking this is just the set up. so i think next ep will be more impactful for me...

ETA:

- eiji: "waaai california daiiii" 

me: dies instantly

- shorter's obnoxious catcalling is perfectly balanced out by eiji's cuteness

- oh my god what is this face

- aww they added a scene with max and michael. and turns out they just dropped by for michael's birthday bc OFC they don't need a phonebook anymore in this day and age lol. i missed a good chunk here. 

- idk how to feel about this though... i get that they're rushing for time but they cut out a lot of dialogue between jessica and the gang here, which establishes her character and highlights that she's more than just “max’s ex-wife”, she’s a serious journalist too. the anime doesn't seem to have that anymore.

- anime: "you're his son, but your dad's obviously not asian going by his name"

manga (loc): “it seems you're his son... and you sure look asian to me. ...but your dad is jewish...”

y’know, i think this might be a good omission considering the dawsons are the only explicitly jewish characters who... don’t get very positive portrayals... but idk they might make it explicit later on when abraham goes on a rant about being bullied? smth like that? i remember there are some antisemitic slurs being used there... 

- newfound appreciation for max/ash scenes

- GOD i feel like ive just overdosed on gay during ash and eiji’s breakup. what do you mean it’s not a breakup? ash is even drinking after that. loved that scene lol

- what's up with all the elaborate hand movements yut lung is making haha. oh yeah, speaking of which:

so the localisation actually did a Good in making his name cantonese :) EDIT: OH HEY THE OFFICIAL ANIME SITE GOES WITH “YUT LUNG” NICE!!! but also @ anime staff, pls try to be consistent...?

er wtf is “british hong kong” though? we’re in 2018 now... also “nationality"? i thought he’s supposed to be american... um are we supposed to assume some of this info is fake or something? Big Shrug

#banana fish liveblogging #edited to add rewatch impressions

[trashyazeohane]

Life is hard… so yeah…

Enjoy! Hope it will bring a smile to your face!

(Scene from above happens in this part xP)

Part 1 here!

Adult!Maxvid!AU - Part 5 (when one act ends)

Max woke up pretty refreshed. He was surprised about this fact too.

But he woke up to the beautiful smell of breakfast. And then, poof, his brain jumped into top speed working.

Where he was? He didn’t recognize this place. Was he abducted?!

No, it was just David’s house.

Everything was fine.

Wait no-

HE WAS IN DAVID’S HOUSE AND HE SPENT THE NIGHT OVER, WHAT THE FCUK!

“Good morning, Max!”

Max groaned, massaging his face with one hand.

“Come on, wake up. I prepared breakfast for us! It’s the most important meal of the day and you need energy for the test!”

Shit, test! Max quickly checked his phone to find out he woke up few minutes before his alarm was supposed to ring. What the fuck. But Max stood up, because what else he was supposed to do and trudged to the table where David was putting two plates on it.

David also made Max coffee. Black as his soul.

They ate and talked. David mostly asked if Max slept well. Max was still living in that half dazed world, so he was answering using half-words, yet it looked like David understood everything. Must be the training he had with kids.

Anyway, David’s food was delicious. But only after Max drank half of his cup, he became a more over living person, and not a zombie

Max quickly refreshed himself in the bathroom.

“Where should I put the t-shirt you lent me?”

“Oh, you can take it if you want. Or leave it here so you have something in which you can sleep next time.”

Next time?! Next time!?!

After that they went out and David drove Max to his campus. But before exiting he sent Max the biggest grin, wishing a good luck on the test.

Max had to return to his dorm to wash his teeth and make himself more over presentable for the test.

He answered all questions, beside two. He had a good feeling about the test, but he tried to not think about it that way. It was better to be prepared for the worst.

Hey. How did the test go :) :) :)?

not bad, but not cool either

I’m sure you passed it :) :) :) :) :)

After the test, Nikki was waiting for him outside. She sent him the most evil smirk she could muster and, when they were alone, she asked:

“So, how was your night at David’s house?” Oh, yeah, she definitely wanted to hint at something with her seductive voice and glinting with amusement eyes.

But the only thing Max’s brain could process was:

“How the fuck do you know?”

“Deduction, my dear Watson!” Nikki said, proudly puffing out her chest. “But honestly, give me all the juicy details!”

Max just stared at her, with this dumbfounded look, until all pieces clicked together.

“Jesus, Nikki, I just spent the night over, so I could learn and get enough sleep to not pass out during the test. ‘Cause you remember the last exam from Fluid Mechanics?”

Nikki blinked and then made an ‘o’ shape with her mouth, moving away from Max’s comfort zone she had invaded few seconds ago.

“Uh, yeah, I remember.” She nodded, more to herself than to Max. “But you seriously did nothing?”

“What? Did you expect me to jump on him the second I stepped inside?”

“Kinda?”

Max groaned, facepalming himself.

“What kind of my image do you have in your head?”

“Really fucked up.” Nikki said, shrugging. “But maybe because I know you since we were kids.”

So long story short

Max spent the night over at David’s house few more times. After the third night he brought few clothes with him and a toothpaste with a brush. David grinned so broadly that Max never thought it was possible. Also the pure happiness radiating from his eyes almost blinded Max.

Max didn’t intend to leave his spare clothes there.

But then fucking finals happened!

So he started to spend even more time at David’s house, learning for exams. Few times even Nikki came over for some learning session.

Max asked David if he didn’t mind him coming so often, because at some point he was spending there every day (and he was guilty because of that). But David shook his head, still with that kind smile plastered to his face.

“I like having you here. It makes this place less lonely.”

Max then asked, before he could bite his tongue.

“Didn’t you think about bringing someone home? Like a girlfriend or…” Here Max’s throat became dry to this point it was almost hard to speak. “…a boyfriend?”

David stopped chopping paprika to laugh softly. He didn’t look up at Max, but with his wrist brushed his forehead.

“I tried.” He said and his everlasting warm and happy voice was tuned with sad tones. It was like a music, now intertwined with melancholic notes. “But as you can see… it didn’t really work out.”

Max wanted to look like he didn’t care. He leaned casually on the counter and crossed his arms on his chest, staring at the window where city lights shimmer and blinked behind it.

“What happened?” He asked. His stomach swirled uncomfortably, making him want to throw up. “If you don’t mind me asking?”

David hummed and returned to chopping.

“It depends about who you’re asking.”

“Just how many partners did you have?” Max rose his eyebrow, actually surprised by this information. And still uncomfortable.

David shrugged, making a weird noise inside his throat.

“A few?” He lifted his head. “Bring me two onions, please.”

Max moved from the counter to the basket standing under one cupboard. He grabbed two medium onions and started to peel them.

“The longest relationship.” Max finally murmured, finding the strength in him to speak. He gave one peeled onion to David and started working on another. “What happened between you two?”

David grabbed the vegetable, first throwing the paprika into the bowl. He started to cut the onion into thin slices.

“Another person appeared between us.” The smile was gone from his mouth. Maybe not gone as the corners still tried to remain upwards. But it definitely took a lot of David’s strength, judging by the tiny trembles of his mouth. “And then I wasn’t enough.”

Max put the second onion next to David’s hand.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. The curiosity got the best of me.” Max said, stepping closer to David.

“No, no, I don’t mind. It happened some time ago.” David cut then the rest of onion into nice, small cubes. His hand was moving methodically from right to left.

“Are you sure?” Max inquired.

“Yeah I’m… I’m sure.” And then David moved his shoulder to wipe his face.

Oh fuck, Max fucked up and David was… David was… David was crying! He knew he shouldn’t ask about such personal things, even though he was interested and terrified both in the same time. But the worst, of course, got the best of him and now he messed too much.

“David, I… I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have asked.” Max reached and put his hand on David’s shoulder. The hand which was cutting the onions stopped midair.

“No, it’s not that… it’s just-“

Oh no, even his voice sounded watery, like he was on the verge of bursting. He was croaking. He was breaking inside right in front of Max.

“No, I know. I’m a brat and I shouldn’t push you to talk. It was irresponsible of me.“ Max was stepping closer, turning David so the male would face him, but his gaze was still directed at the floor. ”You don’t have to talk anymore if you don’t want-“

And then David finally lifted his face. His eyes, oh god, his eyes were rimmed with red circles and there were tiny drops forming in the corners with few pearly beads already rolling down the blushing cheek.

“Fuck, I’m really-“ Even Max’ eyes started to prickle. “I shouldn’t-“

And the David started to laugh. Like really. Right in front of very concerned Max David burst into laughter mixed with hot tears still streaming down his cheeks.

Did David lose his mind? Totally possible.

“David? Are you okay?” Max asked, still keeping now his both hands on the male’s shoulder.

David stood up and brushed the corners of his eyes with his wrist.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just this… this onion made me cry. I didn’t want to scare you!” He said, between chuckles. “Oh, shoot, you’re crying too!”

Huh?

Max lifted one hand and touched his cheek where definitely he felt something wet. Oh, that was true…

After that they talked a little bit about their relationships.

David told him that he had been both with girls and boys. And that his longest relationship had lasted for four years. David even told Max that he had a very sensitive neck (memorized immediately by Max). He pleaded to not share this fact with anyone else. Max, of course, didn’t plan to share this information with anyone else.

Max also told him about his few flings relationship, but he was never long with any of them. He refused to tell David why.

Because he still liked David duh.

Then the final exam came and Max almost felt sad after finishing it, because it meant he had no more reasons to spend time at David’s house. And he was pretty bummed because of that.

Max, of course, celebrated the end of the finals with his friends, but there was something missing inside of him.

Even Neil noticed it.

“Hey, dude, what’s wrong? You look… gloomy?”

“Oh, Max is just sad that he can’t come over to his boyfriend’s house to learn ‘cause finals ended!”

“Nikki, he’s not my boyfriend!”

“But you didn’t deny missing him!”

“I- You- Argh, fuck you!!”

“Why do I spend time with you?” Neil mumbled, massaging his eyes and finishing his shot.

Nevertheless around four days later he had a new message from David, asking if he wanted to come over. And Max, of course, found himself already packing his things and going out of the dorm room.

They started to hang a lot. Not like every day, of course, but when Max was bored he found himself going over to David. Plus David really looked happy when he was there. Few times Gwen was also there. And few times he couldn’t come over because David was somewhere else (but not that many times).

So they became pretty close, to this point they were often talking with each other through messages.

Nikki was now almost constantly teasing him about David. Gladly Neil wasn’t such a shit, he just patted him on the back. Preston was only curious where Max was disappearing so often.

dont get too noisy dramaboi!!!

I love some good drama, so you can’t stop me!!! >:D

David was also teaching Max a lot of sign language, especially when they were hanging alone at David’s house.

Okay so coming to an end.

One day Max was talking with David while he was picking up Little Star. He was showing him something on the phone, when LS came back and he put the phone down on the desk.

Only when he was in Little Star’s house and wanted to call his auntie, he found out he had to leave his phone in the kindergarten. And he couldn’t call David to check if he had it! Max’s tried calling his own phone from the LS’ landline phone, but no one was picking up.

Shit, he had to go back…

So he did. Actually he was quite stressed, because he really needed his phone (like for alarm)?! And already thirty to forty minutes had passed and he wasn’t sure if anyone was still in the kindergarten.

So he almost ran there, cursing under his breath.

The parking was empty. Max cursed loudly, the echo of his ‘fuck’ probably audible few blocks away. Until he saw David’s car under a tree. So he was still there! Great.

Unfortunately front door was closed, but he knew where the back door for staff was. That door was open. Max sneaked inside, fully intending only to check one room. So he did and found out that the phone wasn’t there. This time he cursed quieter, under nose. He slowly retraced his steps. It had to be here, he had to lose it here.

So he searched the room for ten more minutes, but then resigned shuffled to the back door. He could always come here tomorrow to ask David if he had seen the phone.

But then boom, his phone was laying next to David’s bag on the table near the back door. So David did find it! (How the hell Max had missed it while entering!?)

Max quickly grabbed his phone and was just about to go out when he thought it would be weird if he disappeared with the phone. So he decided to stay for few more minutes and explain to David the situation.

Bonus points – spending more time with David

So Max waited near the exit for a minute…

Then two…

Five…

Seven…

What was taking David so long?!

Then he heard a crash. A loud one, then a yelp, even few sounds of scuffle.

Shit, that sounded weirdly familiar….

DAVID!

Max literally ran to the source of the sound and opened the door to some kind of side room.

Only to find David almost laying on a desk, trying to push some man away.

There was a moment of silence when everything froze.

David and the male looked at the door and specifically Max. Who had stopped for a brief second to process everything that could happen here.

Then he saw a bruise (hickey) on David’s neck and the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. After that he noticed the look David was giving him – pleading, helpless and scared.

And in that moment Max attacked, storming forward and pushing the man off David and onto the floor. He gave the man few kicks, but before he could land a solid punch, David stopped him, grabbing from behind.

“Max, stop!”

Max turned to him with fury blaring from his eyes.

“Why?! He hurt you!”

“Just… stop…” David pleaded, voice breaking at the end. He still gripped his shirt tightly between his fingers, trying to tug him away from the man who was gathering himself from the floor with quite bruised and bloodied face.

Max stared at David, feeling all his anger dissipating under this gaze. Fuck… He didn’t want to stop, but him acting on his emotions could bring David and this place more problems. Max… Max didn’t want that.

“Okay.” Max said, letting his hand fall limp near his body.

“Thank you.” David said, sending him a warm, comforting smile, even though his eyes told that he was distressed.

After that David politely asked the man to get out. Max personally escorted the man to the back door, threating that if he see the man near David again, he will call the police.

By the way the man was reeking of alcohol. Like really…

Max returned to the staff room to find David trying to gather some papers. His hands were trembling. When he was speaking he wasn’t looking at Max. David asked what Max was doing here and Max answered that he had been searching for his phone when he had heard David.

They went out and Max said that he will walk David back home. David said that he didn’t have to do it, but he kinda looked relieved. When they were near David’s house, he asked Max to come inside for a tea or dinner. Max agreed quickly, but not straightforward, more like he grumbled that he had nothing better to do.

To be honest he only wanted to check if David was alright.

For the whole afternoon David was often touching his neck in the place where the man had left the hickey. Only after they had eaten dinner and were watching TV, Max decided to ask about the encounter.

He found out that David actually knew the man. It was his last ex-boyfriend (Jonathan or whatever) and they broke up due to the other man’s alcohol problems. Max asked if David considered calling the police on him, but David said no, because the man had other problems. Max said that was bullshit, but David only smiled sadly at him and told him to let it go.

Like, bitch, how?

And Max was actually like fucking jealous. He didn’t feel this kind of emotion for a long time, but now it was taking over his whole body. Because how someone so terrible like that drunk man he had seen could still hold a special place in David’s heart, to this point David didn’t want to hurt him!

“Max, are you okay?”

“Do you still love him?” He asked, before his coherent part of the mind caught up with his words.

David looked lost, with his surprised eyes directed right at Max who was sitting on the couch. Then after a second, he put his legs on the armchair and embraced them, swinging back.

“No, I don’t. And I don’t think I could after that.” He mumbled, resting his head on his knees.

And just like that all this jealously slipped away from Max’s brain.

“I’m sorry.”

David chuckled into the material of his trouser and then glanced at Max.

“You apologize a lot nowadays. You really did grow up.” And then he hummed. “Thank you, Max.”

“For what?”

“For helping me. For staying with me. For everything, I guess.”

“I think I should thank you more actually.” Max said after a second, scratching the back of his head and staring dumbly at the TV, so he didn’t have to look at David.

“Why?”

“If it wasn’t for you at Camp I would grow up into a shithead. I don’t know… I still hate Camp Camp, but I guess it helped me not hate life so much? And I don’t know, I met a lot of people there who are… kindaimportantotmerightnow so thanks for everything…” For not giving up on me when other people did, but Max didn’t say it out loud.

“No problem, kiddo.” David mumbled, sending him a radian, kind smile. Even though it was honest, it didn’t fully reach his eyes. However the small spark of fire flickered in it. “I’m glad I could help.”

Then there was silence, until David fidgeted in place for few seconds. He nibbled on his bottom lip and then stole a few glances at Max. The bright light coming from the TV’s screen made him look like a ghost.

Max didn’t push.

But then David spoke anyway.

“Why did you stop coming to Camp Campbell?”

And fuck, Max froze. Because he couldn’t tell David the truth and yet, something inside of Max was telling him that he couldn’t fully lie either. However he didn’t want to tell the real reason – because this way he would have to admit to what he was feelings. And his feelings were still vivid, beating rapidly inside his chest.

“I… can’t tell you.” Max finally said, feeling like a shithead for hiding the truth. But he couldn’t do it, he wasn’t sure if he could even force the words out of his mouth.

David looked mournful after hearing this response, but he tried to hide it behind yet another soft grin.

“Okay. You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to. It’s just… I missed you.”

Max missed David too, but he can’t say it out loud. He would show David that he had emotions. Yuck!

So he only grumbled something in response, glancing away from the man.

But while exiting Max told David that he want to tell him the truth one day. David said that he will wait. Then Max also told David to call him if he ever wanted to talk. David looked surprised, but then thanked him one more time, still with that sincere look.

Max thought that David would jump back into his usual cheerful self quite quickly, but it looked like this wasn’t the case. When Max messaged him, he often didn’t add his smiley faces. And then when Max had visited him to pick up LS he was still looking perturbed. Not to mention the hand was still moving to his neck, whenever David thought no one was watching.

But Max was watching.

Even Little Star noticed it and asked Max if he knew what had happened with her favourite teacher. Max knew, but he told her that David needed some time to think.

But Max couldn’t stop himself from thinking about what he could do to help – something that was quick and didn’t need much planning and something that could make David’s stop worrying over life.

Answer was one and simple.

Alcohol. But would David be up for some casual night of drinking?

Was Max up for some casual night of drinking? After those finals? Definitely. He needed some alcohol.

You shouldn’t do it – said some voice inside his head, but it was small and timid, so Max paid it no mind, because the other part of his brain was already buzzing with endorphins after the idea formed inside his head.

And under the influence of a sudden urge he grabbed the phone and messaged David if he had some free time tomorrow (Friday) to hang out and drink?

He didn’t have to wait long for a reply.

Sure, it sounds like fun :) :) :)

Max smiled at his phone, even though he still could hear a faint echo of a voice whispering behind his ear.

He was going out tomorrow with David for a night of drinking.

What could possibly go wrong?

The answer is: everything.

Because due to his bad mood David drank a lot.

And Max… Max did too.

What happened next… well, you can probably already guess ;)?

When will next Part appear? Idk, because I’m working on three small chapters that happen immediately after Part 5. So stay tuned and safe, guys and gals! <3

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[its-negans-lucille]

The Silent One - Part Two

THIS IS A RE-UPLOAD

You can find the other parts of this story and my Masterlist HERE!

Synopsis: You determinedly stay quiet whenever you are in Negan’s presence. But the thing is, Negan is a patient man. Ships: Negan x reader Words: 1,596 Warnings: Mild threats

***

Each week the Saviours came back and each week they would take more and more.

Now everyone in Alexandria were given two cans a day to last them. You now could feel your stomach rumbling as it had been doing for the past week. The saviours would be due to arrive today. You knew that soon people would start starving. Soon people would start dying.

That was why you would be leaving soon. Not today. No, not today. You had been silently slipping into the garage where your fellows kept the food and taking one can or bottle of water a night. Not so many that it would be obvious that someone had been taking them, but enough for you to be ready when it was time to flee.

You had a backpack stowed under the rotting porch of your home in Alexandria. It contained the essentials, water bottles, canned food, a tent and a small blanket.

You had to admit that you’d miss it here. Miss the safety and security that Alexandria offered. You’d also miss the friendships that you’d made. You’d broken your one damn rule, don’t get attached.

You heard the gates open with a loud scraping sound. You were all standing in a small crowd, anticipating the return of the people who owned you and your livelihood. You were standing at the back of the crowd, half hiding behind Jesus who had become one of the key members of the community and who was your best friend.

Five heavily armoured cars drove through the gates. The last car had a broken sun roof which a tall man with a baseball bat slung over his shoulder was now standing out of, arms out wide as if for an embrace.

“Daddy’s home!” Negan yelled in a jovial tone as the car pulled up. He ducked down and a second later he emerged from the car with a grand smile on his face.

You could feel Jesus push you behind him a little more, as if that could shield you from Negan.  You tried to make yourself as small as possible, like a hedgehog rolling into a ball.

“Go check the houses, see if they’re hiding anything.” He motioned at the right group of people to move forward. “You, awesome guys, go get the shit.” He said to the left group of heavily armed men behind him who surged forward.

“Awh, no hugs for yours truly?” Negan said as he turned to the rest of the Alexandria’s who were staring daggers at him, this only made his smile widen.

“Tough crowd.” He said with a half laugh as he swung Lucille onto his shoulder. You could see from the small gap in-between Jesus’s arm and underarm that Negan’s eyes were searching the crowd. You felt yourself shiver as you ducked behind Jesus again.

“(Y/N)? Where is she?” Negan said finally after he failed to spy you in the crowd. His voice was low and possessive like a tiger searching for it’s prey.

You felt the heads of a few Alexandrians turn towards you. You held your breath for one, two, three seconds before you heard a laugh from in front of you. The crowd had parted like the red sea to show Negan you hiding behind Jesus.

“Move out the way.” Negan said in a low, lethal voice. Jesus didn’t move. “Or would you like Lucille to move you?” Negan said with a smile. “Because let me tell you, she would be only too happy.” Negan lifted Lucille and started picking at the barbs that held tightly onto the bat.

You stepped out from behind Jesus who you knew would stand his ground, the proud bastard. You looked at Negan and didn’t say a word.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Negan said with a smile on his face as he took your hand in his. “Let’s go somewhere more… private? Shall we?” He started to pull you gently toward the house nearest.

You still had determinately stayed silent while in his presence, you didn’t want him to talk to you so you’d assumed that if you stayed silent he would lose interest or kill you. He’d done neither.

He shut the door behind him and locked it. You started to shake from head to toe. You didn’t know what this man was capable of and you didn’t particularly want to find out.

“Don’t worry, darling, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He said as he sat down on the lumpy couch. He placed Lucille carefully on the floor beside him. You frowned at him in confusion.

“We don’t hurt women.” He said finally. “Now sit your pretty little behind down.” He patted the spot beside him. You weren’t sure if you completely believed him but you sat down anyway. You sat almost on the arm of the couch, he half smiled.

“I don’t bite, Princess.” He said reassuringly. “Well, not unless you’re into that, that is.” He winked.

You felt a traitorous heat rise in your cheeks. You quickly ducked you head so that he didn’t see. You felt a strong gloved hand beneath your chin as he lifted your head so that he could marvel in the effect he had on you. He stared at you for a while before he reached into his back pocket and took out a small box.

“I got you something.” He said with an almost human look in his eyes. He handed it to you.

Your fingers brushed briefly and you felt an electric shock go through your entire body. Your eyes met for a second but you quickly looked back down at the small package.

There was a cream, silk bow wrapped meticulously around the navy box. You scrutinized the box with a frown on your face.

“Go on, open it.” He said in a low voice, anticipation lacing every syllable. You tentatively pulled on the bow with nimble fingers. You leaned back ever so slightly, just in case there was something disgusting within. You opened the box slowly but when you saw what was laid on a soft, cream cushion a small gasp escaped your lips.

Inside the box was a simplistic, shining bracelet. It was a simple silver band with a pattern of a dragon running around it. A small smile lips your face.

“May I?” Negan asked tentatively. He smiled a wide genuine smile when you nodded your head slowly.

He held your wrist gently as he pushed the silver bracelet onto your wrist. You flinched slightly at a second of pinching pain as the bracelet slipped on. Negan pulled your wrist up to his lips as he softly kissed the skin under the bracelet.  You stared at him incredulously and he stared right back. He slowly let go of your wrist with a smile.

“This is the part most people say ‘thank you’.” He said softly.

This seemed to immediately jolt you back into a cruel reality that this man had murdered probably countless people. He had committed heinous crimes that you probably couldn’t even imagine. You looked down at the space between you and how you must’ve subconsciously moved towards him. You swiftly shuffled away from him and shook your head. He seemed to see the realisation in your eyes and he nodded understandingly.

“That’s fine. I’m a patient man, I can wait. I’ve got nothing but time, doll” He said with a smile as he stood up. He walked towards the window with Lucille swinging at his side. He lifted the curtain with a finger so that he could see outside. “Ah, all the stuff’s out there.” He walked towards the door and turned to you.

“Until next time, Princess.” He winked and sauntered outside.

***

That night you decided that you had to go. You had gathered your limited possessions and you had your pack on your back.  You had a pistol stowed in your thigh holster and had a sharp knife in a separate holster attached to your belt. You stuck to the shadows are you made your way to the gate.

“I can’t convince you to stay, can I?” You heard a soft male voice from behind you speak.

“Jesus.” You breathed a sigh of relief. “You scared the hell outta me.”

“I can’t though, can I?” Jesus said again. His eyes did not have an amused or happy glint to them as they usually did. They were sad.

“No. You can’t, I’m sorry.” You said as you started walking again.

“Were you even going to leave a note?” He asked in a hurt voice. You stopped and turned to face your friend. He already knew the answer. “You could’ve been taken by Negan. I would’ve lost my best friend and be left knowing nothing. Nothing.” You felt the guilt twist in your stomach.

“I don’t think subtlety is Negan’s style honestly.” You said with a half-smile.

“No, I don’t think it is.” He chuckled slightly. “Just go. Be careful. I don’t want to have to go out and save your ass.” He said with a smile. You let out a small laugh.

“Thank you. For everything.” You said finally.

“Yeah, yeah. Go on, get going before dawn.” He said with a smile as he shooed you away. You nodded and turned around.

“Oh, and (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful.” He said seriously.

“When am I not?” You shrugged.

“Do you want a list?” He said half chuckling.

You began walking again. You lifted your hand and flicked the bird at your best friend who just laughed and did the same back.

***

I hope you enjoyed this installment! I was a lil tired while writing this so bare with me xP As always if you have a prompt feel free to leave it in my ask box or message me! Have a wonderful day!!

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[berserker-official]

Livestream 9/28

Sorry this is a little late I had some personal things to take care of but HOLY SHIT WAS IT HUGE UPDATE THE PATCH NOTES ARE OUT AND I WILL POST THEM SEPARATELY

To start things off they announced that the PTS last weekend had a lot of good feedback and the dev team will be working on changes to Tribute mode with the help of said feedback before it comes out so it can be even better.

The patch AND live update that they talk about today will go live next week, Oct 5th. They went over some of the more important things later on.

This weekend has two special things going on. One will be a double XP weekend event, while the other is 30% off all steel bundle purchases. While I’ll avoid the steel purchases because I don’t want to spend real money on this game for right now, I am excited for the XP weekend. It will start tomorrow and go until Oct 2nd.

For this week’s new content every hero gets three new battle outfits: Cubist, Minimalist, and Fauvist (being an art major I rolled my eyes hard at these)

After the basic news we got to see some upcoming changes to three Brawl maps. These changes were because many players wanted an actual brawl, and not two separate duels.

Canyon: This map is famous for having two enemies spawn near a bridge that is ledge-hell. To fix this and create a brawl-inviting area, the spawners were moved to next to the water and bridge, so they’re in the area of the cemetery closer to the other players.

Overwatch: One of the Duel maps was recently changed to have the two players spawn on the two different bridges. Because they didn’t want this to feel the same in Brawl, players are now spawned on the ground, in the mid-zone.

Sanctuary Bridge: Both teams spawn near the edges of the map, which causes some ledge-hell. In the middle of the map was a large catapult on fire as well as some spikes nearby. To change this, all players are spawned in the middle of the area, and the spikes are removed. One side that normally has a hole to ledge people with is now a trap-door.

After map news they talked a little bit about the Faction War. Samurai managed to take Round 3, while the Vikings would’ve taken it if they had one more round. According to Bio this was an incredibly aggressive round. She also specified about isolated territories. You’ve probably seen a territory that’s surrounded by two other factions (imagine a Samurai territory in between a Knight and Viking front somehow.) The question is: Who gets that isolated territory? The answer is whoever has the most territory that is touching the isolated one. So if there’s a lone Samurai spot in between Knight and Viking territories, if the Vikings have 20 and the Knights have 18, Vikings get it next turn. If both factions have the same amount then it’s random, which hasn’t happened yet.

Also in the update, Event playlists will now give you assets, but you can only apply them evenly or on a War Banner.

THE PATCH

This is apparently 13-15 pages long, so they only skirted the surface. When the full notes drop I’ll be sure to share it.

ZONE FLICKER FIX

UNLOCK FIXES 

GUARDBREAK FIX ON DIFFERENT ELEVATIONS

FIX ON CHARGE ATTACKS LIKE RAIDER’S OR LB’S. They do know that this fix causes a bug with the LB and they have a workaround in place until they can fix it later on.

CHIP DAMAGE BUG FIX

ATTACK UI TO APPEAR SOONER

ASSASSIN PARRIES FIX

ICONIC EMOTE SPAM FIXES

Shinobi - Health increase to 110, Tackle window reduced, double dodge stamina decreased, guard time increased

Warlord - Headbutt timing reverted, Dodge recovery reduced, certain attack damage increase

Gladiator - Dodge bug fix, Skewer deflect bug fix

Orochi - Wind Gust is now 3m instead of 2.5m

Nobushi - Can now counter guardbreak in hidden stance again.

Centurion - Charge Heavy distance reduced, Jab has a delay after a combo, Jab will no longer stagger, Eagle Talon stamina cost increase, Legion Kick no longer has the stun visual effect. (there are some others but I missed them)

Feats - Feats unlock bug fix

Brawl now has the anti-run system, but this only activates when it becomes a duel.

Matchmaking is now separate when it comes to Duel and Brawl, meaning you’re duel stats and brawl stats are separated when it comes to matchmaking.

When someone rage quits a Duel, you will win the entire match, no longer be forced to fight a bot for the rest. There will also be a penalty buff. In addition to getting the 10 minute ban penalty, the game you rage quit out of counts as a loss.

The first steps into customizing controls on controllers - There are now presets for controllers. This allows you to have the guardbreak option on a stick or trigger button as well as some other changes.

Fight control tuning - You can now customize your fight stance in terms of where your right stick or mouse is moved. You can widen the Hidden Stance/Full Guard Stance area, change the sizes of the top or side zones, or even rotate the entire circle, in case you have a habit of moving the stick in a certain direction and the game registers it as not the zone you want (say you have a habit of moving the stick to the top right when you want top but it could register it as right.) This works for both mouse and controller. You can also tweak the deadzone there.

They were talking about something to do with the Sprint but I missed it. I’ll double check later/tomorrow.

Customization

Stat gauges are back and revamped. This time it’ll show you what your equipment stats look like as a whole as well as individually.

There will be a notification for when RED NAT players get together to warn them that they might lose communication if they play together.

Colorblindness fixes

Option to clear the “New item” notifications. For some reason while they did fix it it didn’t get to everyone because something acts like a cache for this stuff. They’re adding the option to clear this cache so any “!” symbols you have will be removed.

4 new icons will be added to help players see if anything is going on in their game. If you’ve played Overwatch or any other big shooter you’ve probably seen these icons in the top corner. They’ll blink to notify you about latency, lag, packet loss, etc.

Finally they talked about a bug fix for the Sentinel map where the soldiers in mid lane took too long to clear and change teams in Dominion.

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