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egcdeath · 3 years

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birthdays with the boys

in honor of my own birthday, today i’ll be sharing with you what i think your birthday with many cevans characters would be like. enjoy! <3

steve rogers

he leaves his mission early and unannounced so when you wake up to the smell of pancakes in your house, and a man with breakfast in bed you almost jump out of your skin buuut you couldn’t be happier to see him

breakfast in bed is just the start of your bday because he goes ALL. OUT.

as you finish up eating, he grabs a folded piece of paper with a wax seal on it and hands it to you

he tells you to open it once he leaves, gives you a wink, then goes

he planed a birthday scavenger hunt for you!!!

for the rest of the day, you travel around the city to a bunch of important places in your relationship, like your fav dates n stuff

at the midway point of the hunt, he meets you for a coffee and makes sure you’re still enjoying everything before he sends you off with the avenger’s company card and basically tells you to get something nice before finishing the hunt hehe

you do in fact get yourself something nice

at the end of the hunt, you end up at the compound where all of your friends and teammates are and you have a very nice birthday party

by the time that you and steve go home, you’re exhausted but wanna spend a lil more time savoring your birthday so steve suggests that the two of you watch that one cheesy rom com that you love (and he hates)

as you cuddle on the couch, popping the occasionaly popcorn kernel in your mouth, you cant help but to feel grateful that you have such an amazing boyfriend

ransom drysdale

his birthdays were always disregarded when he grew up, so he has a very extravagant celebration planned for you

we all know that he can make a pretty airtight and elaborate plan so you literally have zero idea of what he’s got up his sleeve

enter: a whole birthday week

(he sweet talked your boss into some time off so thats one whole thing you don’t have to worry about)

day one is a whole spa and a shopping day

he can’t stand some of your friends but he invites them anyway bc he knows it’ll make you happy

he’s glaring at your friends while they giggle about some new louis vuitton purse and you’re thoroughly amused by it

you give him extra kisses that night as a reward for not instigating any fights that day (awww bf of the year am i right ladies?)

day two you guys do a museum hop and look at lots of art

ransom rolls his eyes at canvases that have a few drops of paint on them and are called modern art, you think this is hilarious

day three you have a picnic together in a park

ransom knows you have an affinity for charcuterie boards and attempts to make you one himself (and it’s not all that bad), along with a bunch of dainty little sandwiches

later that day, you go to a planetarium together

on your drive back home you have an interesting convo on the meaning of life

day 4 you take a pottery class together

ransom makes the most deformed bowl you’ve ever seen in your life

so naturally you put it up for display in your bedroom (so whenever you see it you can think of him)

day five is a first class flight to some luxurious villa in europe. most of day five is taken up on a plane

ransom lets you lay your head on him while you sleep, even though the position you’re in is making it astonishingly uncomfortable for him

day six you guys explore the city all day together

ransom makes sure not to complain about his aching legs (even though yours are getting sore too, and if he said something you would’ve done something about it!)

on your real birthday (day seven), ransom takes you out to a very nice dinner, and gives you a hand written letter detailing how much he loves and cares about you (because sometimes it’s hard for him to say his feelings)

you’re extremely flattered but have no idea how you’ll top this for his own birthday

andy barber

you and andy aren’t really huge on big gestures, so he does little things throughout the day

while you’re at work, he makes a surprise stop by and brings you your favorite drink & lunch from your favorite food place

he sends a bouquet of flowers to your job as well

after work, he cooks for you then showers you in gifts

your favorite thing that he gets you is a little engraved necklace with yours and his initials on it

at the end of the day, he gives you a nice full body massage and somehow that was exactly what you needed.

maybe not the most extravagant birthday, but a good one nonetheless.

frank adler

you have a pretty chill birthday with him and mary

he brings you a cake that him and mary made/decorated together

it’s kind of hideous but you love it

you guys let mary skip class for just 1 (one) day but tell her to keep it a secret

you call the school and let her fake being sick in the background. it is a hoot

you all go to the zoo together

you take tons of pictures

your personal favorite is one where mary and frank are posing with a giraffe

after the zoo, you go bowling

when you win, the sore losers that came with you claim they were letting you win since it was your birthday

you end your day at the beach, watching mary and her cat play in the sand in your peripheral vision while you and frank admire the sunset

ah, sweet, sweet domesticity

ari levinson

you go to an escape room to celebrate your birthday

it’s just you and ari, but you’re smart so you don’t expect it to be too difficult

🚨wrong🚨

you’re both so hard headed and stubborn that doing any of the tasks is like pulling teeth

eventually the building had to close, and you’ve only finished like... a few tasks in the hours you’ve been there

this was certainly not a bad birthday though, arguing with ari is one of your favorite pastimes

and this birthday certainly did not disappoint

jake jensen

you and the rest of your team decided to go to a little retro arcade for the first half of the night

you spent way more time than necessary watching jake attempt to beat the high score of some random game

after giving up on beating the highest score on a pac-man machine, jake decided to attempt to win you a prize on the claw machine

like, $20 and a few annoyed humans in line behind him later, it was still nothing

when jake finally gave up, the next person in line won the soft and plushy elephant you had your eye on

and while your back was turned, he may or may not have paid off its rightful owner in order to get it with you

it was too sweet of a gesture for you to even try to be annoyed with jake

a bit later, you decided to partake in a game of laser tag which was going on in the same building

this was fine and dandy buuuut

everyone on your team treated every mission (real or fictional) like the end of the world

this made for a few very interesting matches

jake nearly trampled a child more than one time

good thing everyone was required to sign a waiver before playing

a custody battle over which team got to have cougar seemed to be a consistent theme during the night

when you were on different teams, you couldn’t help but notice that jake was getting a little too much pleasure out of shooting you

it was fine because you were equally enthusiastic about shooting him

you were eventually booted from the game when an employee claimed you were all being too rough

at some point you lost the elephant

but luckily for you, you found it before you went home

you were going to keep that elephant forever

johnny storm

you were genuinely convinced that johnny forgot your birthday

he did not bring it up ONCE the whole day

you’re actually kind of hurt for a while and get all in your head

johnny gets the silent treatment 🙄 (but he deserves it)

you decide to stop moping and go out, since it issss your birthday

you do your makeup and put on a skimpy little dress

as you leave your room and start enter the communal portion of the baxter building, johnny stops you and checks you out

he’s like “where are you going????”

and you’re like “out 😐”

and he’s like “are you sure? 🤨”

and you’re like yes duh

then he gestures to the side really quickly and you’re kinda confused then a whole bunch of people pop out and start cheering for your birthday

you’re kinda embarrassed that you spent so much of the day moping but you quickly get over it because you love a good party

by the time that most of your guests are gone, you force johnny to take you out to the club

and of course you warn him not to ever pull a stunt like that again

lucas lee

he forgot it was your birthday

#steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #andy barber x reader #frank adler x reader #jake jensen x reader #johnny storm x reader #lucas lee x reader #ari levinson x reader #headcanon #chris evans x reader

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meanhoeforcb97 · 4 years

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Guess Who [Pt.1]

Pairing: Bang Chan x Minho x Felix x Fem!Reader

Genre: Kinda suggestive

Warnings: Series contains smut but not this part, swearing, hickeys (I think that's it???)

Requested: Nope

Words: 1,5k (I think this is my shortest one so far lmaoo)

Note: This is the fastest I've ever worked on a piece OMG xD This hasn't been proof-read so I'm sorry in advance lmaoo (also this is my first ever foursome so it might get a little messy in the 2nd part djdjdb)

You were drifting off to the sound of your earphones' music on the living room's couch when suddenly you were shaken awake by none other than the sunshine of your life Lee Felix (note the sarcasm)- that little fucker always bothered you in the worst times possible. Groaning and turning your back to him you tried falling asleep once again but with no avail since he was still shaking you rather harshly and whining at you to wake up.

"Felix I swear to God if there isn't a fucking fire I'm gonna fucking murder your for waking me up." You groan as you turn to look at him with your sleepy and blurry eyes only to see him looking at you with sparkling puppy eyes and pouty lips. You felt flustered by both his expression and by the close proximity of your faces-mere inches apart.

"I-I.. what i-is it?" You asked as you begun to raise your body to sit on the couch properly.

"I was bored and wanted to play a game with Channie hyung but the game he suggested needs at least three people.. I didn't mean to upset you, sorry..." He said as a sad expression covered his once bright face. He stood up from the floor in front of you where he was previously kneeling and started to walk away. Feeling shocked and guilty for yelling at him you reached out and grabbed his hand in yours.

"No wait!" You said and he slowly and very dramatically turned around to look at you- exaggerating his pout in the process. "I didn't mean to tell at you, I am just tired and grumpy.. sorry Lixie.." You said also pouting. After a moment of silence and just starring at each other you spoke up again.

"..So.." He raised an eyebrow implying you should continue "what game were you guys thinking about?" Just as those words left your lips he immediately smiled so wide that his eyes disappeared and his pearly white teeth were blinding your vision. "Let's go and you'll see!" He exclaimed as he pulled you up and basically dragged you to Chan's room. When inside the bedroom, he let go of your hand and motioned you to sit down so they could explain the game. "So basically, we're going to play 'Guess Who'. In this game one player guesses is blindfolded and the rest take turns in doing things like touching them, holding their hand and so on. If the player guesses right they take the point and the rest a penalty if the player fails to guess correctly they take the penalty and the rest of the team the point." Chan explained and you nodded, it was pretty easy. "So who wants to start?" Felix said looking at you and then at Chan. You didn't answer feeling a bit nervous, Chan sighed slightly and stood up, "I will" he said as he went into his closet and disappeared for a minute or two. He came back with a black blindfold in his hands. Your eyes widened at the sight of silky fabric and your mouth fell agape. You decide against asking him why he even had such a thing in his closet since you figured you weren't ready to hear the answer.

However that didn't stop your brain from going other places wondering what else he had hiding in that closet or his. Your cheeks flushed and the heat travelled down but you quickly snapped yourself out or your trance and focused on your BEST FRIENDS that's all they were, just your best friends. "Y/n?" Chan called out to and you quickly snapped your head to look at him. "Yes?" You gulped and Felix smiled and cooed at you reaching out to pat your head. "Awww look how nervous she is to touch Channie hyung! Can't wait to see how flustered she'll be when it's her turn!" He said, the last part making your eyes widen and you gasped. "I-I'm not!" You huffed without thinking. "Oh?" Chan said surprised, "okay... help me put the blindfold on." He said a michivieous smile threatening to appear on his plump cherry lips. You stood up with no hesitation evident in your actions but your mind was screaming at you at that very moment. "Turn around." You commanded and Chan with a slight curve of his lips did as instructed. You took the silk out of his hands and very carefully and slowly placed it over his eyes after folding it in half to make sure he couldn't see through the material. Tying it tight enough to be secure you asked if it was too tight and the elder shook his head negatively. You took a step back to look at him and he looked so fucking ethereal at that moment. His pale skin complemented the dark shiny piece of fabric really well and his brown hair fell elegantly over his eyebrows. You helped him sit down at the chair in the middle of the room. When he was seated comfortably you and Felix looked at each other trying to decide who would go first. You shrugged your shoulders and he and he motioned you'd do rock paper scissors, in the meantime Chan was sweating in anticipation. Who would touch him? Where? How? Everything was overcrowding his brain and making him feel light-headed. Suddenly he felt a hand in his hair caressing through his soft locks affectionately. He hummed lowly in enjoyment and he hoped no one noticed. "Felix?" He said and you clapped twice meaning correct. "What do you want the penalty to be?" You asked and he hummed deep in thought. "Erm, for every penalty you owe me one snack of my choice?" He asked and you all agreed. Felix stepped back and you guys started faking footsteps around him to confuse him before Felix went closer to him again and leaned down to kiss his cheek. Chan gasped shortly before smiling smugly "Felix again. Y/n would never do this, she's too shy" Chan said in a tone just as smug as his smile and you clapped twice again but much more irritated than before. And you were lowkey offended. He was right but still! You were tired if them thinking of you as some sort of saint virgin-which you definitely were not. You faked steps again and came closer to Chan holding your hair back with one hand, you gulped slightly before diving into his neck. You left a wet, open-mouthed kiss there and bit the skin right after, and lastly you topped it of by sucking slightly. This time chan yelped loudly and almost moaned, you felt the vibrations traveling from his neck to your mouth, and even though you know it wasn't intentional you couldn't help the heat from growing in your pelvic area.

"F-felix again?" He asked, you smirked and sucked on his neck harshly (not enough to leave a mark) before stepping back. "Wrong." You said boldly right next to his ear, almost grazing it with your lips. "Too shy my ass." You mocked and Felix whistled "Damn girl! Wow, just wow" he said speechless before approaching you and Chan, "My turn." He said taking the blindfold away from Chan. The eldest helped him put it on and Felix looked just as pretty with it on making heat pool in your underwear for nth time that evening. His silver hair stood out well with the black fabric on his beautiful face and even though majority of his freckles were covered up the few that were still visible made a huge difference on how innocent he looked even when he was blindfolded. Once again you found yourself going down the unholy lane and had to quickly snap yourself out of it for the second time in the last 20 minutes. You looked at Chan and he smiled showcasing his dimples before he motioned you to start. You frowned at him as you walked up to Felix. You leaned don and placed a hand on his chest before kissing his cheek—trying to keep it PG13 this time. Felix laughed slightly "Nice try y/n I'd recognize Chan's lips anytime." He said making you slap his shoulder in embarrassment. "Your lips are so soft though! One more? Please?" He whined and you laughed before kissing his cheek again, he smiled wildly and you stepped back. The game went on and it was finally your turn.

As you were taking the blindfold off Felix the bedroom door opened. "What the..." Minho let out before he smirked. "Having fun I see?" He said and you blushed deeply "N-No! Its not what it looks like!" Chan just laughed and explained the game to him. "You guys are fucking boring, wanna enhance the game a bit?" He said with a mischievous cat-like grin and you gulped as the boys all nodded in agreement and you hesitantly did the same.

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u1tra-v1olet · 4 years

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Blast From The Past

quick heads-up that all the new youtubers dropping into hermitcraft have time travelled from 2016 so they got their 2016 outfits and personalities

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>stampylongnose joined the game

A loud yelp immediately alerted Scar away from his base, followed by a faint crash that was shortly cut off by coughing. Scar whipped around on his heals and immediately ran towards it, a nearly tripping over his own slippers. His first thought was that someone had crashed into a tree again (probably Mumbo), but that wasn't the case.

A brunette with curly hair and an orange hoodie was laying on the ground, a dark red vest over the hoodie. Faux cat ears on the hood stuck out from among the leaves that had fallen on his head, and a white tipped tail whisked behind him as he coughed rather violently.

Scar was stunned into silence for a moment before gathering his composure. "Um, hi?" The stranger jumped at his voice, glancing up at him with emerald green eyes, but was interrupted by another cough. "Hey are, you okay?"

"Y-yeah just *cough* i-inhaled something," the brunette spluttered, gasping for breath. He finally looked up Scar and squinted. "Finnball?"

Scar raised an eyebrow curiously and kneeled next to him. "No?" he replied, tilting his head. "My name's Scar. Is Finnball a friend of yours?"

The stranger nodded, squinting his eyes a bit less now that Scar was closer. "Can you uh, see my glasses?" he asked, feeling around for the thin frame. "Everything's kinda just a big green blob for me and uh, my glasses are pretty small."

"Oh uh, yeah sure." Scar looked around for a moment before easily spotting the glasses and handed them to the brunette who quickly slipped them on.

"That's better!" He smiled and heaved himself onto his feet, only a bit taller than Scar. "So uh, it's nice to meet you!" he exclaimed, holding out a hand for Scar to shake. "My name's Stampy! You said you were Scar?"

"Yeah I'm Scar," Scar replied, shaking his hand. "I think I've heard of you. Stampylongnose right? Creator of the famous Lovely World?"

"Yup!" Stampy nodded, grinning. "That's me!" A nearby parrot suddenly swooped down and delicately perched on a branch near the two, chirping a little tune. "Aww hey birdie!" Stampy cooed, stepping closer and patting it on the head.

He looked around, finally the noticing the tall jungle trees towering over him. "Where... are we?" he asked slowly, spinning around. "Is this My Story Mode House-? wait no that's an Xbox server- uhhh, is this Quacktopia or maybe Squid's server-"

"Slow down!" Scar interrupted, his head practically spinning.

"Ah! Sorry!" Stampy said, smiling apologetically. "But uh, where is this?"

"You're in Hermitcraft, a whitelisted server," Scar explained, letting out a breath. "Do you even know how you got here? I wasn't aware we were getting a new member, unless you hacked but you really don't seem like the kind of person to hack."

"Oh no, I would never hack!" Stampy chucked awkwardly. "I don't even think I know how to hack! I can barely navigate PC worlds!" He giggled. "But ah, my friend managed to get me in here. He did some science-y redstone stuff and bam! I ended up falling into a jungle!"

Scar stared at him for a moment in confused silence. "...huh," he finally managed to say. Guess I should probably tell Xisuma, he thought, digging into his pocket for his communicator.

>iBallisticSquid joined the game

"Excuse me!" a voice yelled. Keralis looked up to see someone with dirty blonde hair and a dark blue jacket waving from the top of his crane, holding his red and blue headphones with his other hand so they wouldn't fall off.

His mismatching colored eyes lit up when Keralis looked up at him and he waved even harder, nearly falling off the platform in the progress. "Hi!" he called down. "Did you build this?!"

"Uh- me?" Keralis asked, a little startled. "Y-yeah, I did! Why?"

"This looks awesome!"

"I-uh- thank you?" Keralis yelled back up, still slightly confused by the whole situation. "Do you need some help down? I can fly up if you want!"

The stranger stared at him weirdly. "Are you in creative or something?" he asked. "Or did you mean ladders? Or ya gonna nerd-pole?"

This time it was Keralis' turn to give a strange look. "No...?" he said, getting out a rocket to show him. "I'm gonna... fly?" He shot himself into the sky, boosting up next to the mysterious player and skidding next to him.

The blonde gaped at him in wide-eyed shock, eyes flicking from Keralis' custom elytra to his face. "Wait, is that one of those new wingy things?!" he exclaimed, pointing to the black and yellow striped gliders. "That's so cool! I didn't know you could dye 'em! Or use fireworks with 'em!"

"Uh, you can't?" Keralis said, picked up one of the wings slightly. "Everyone can just, customize their elytras?" He raised an eyebrow. "Are you a new player?"

"Nah, not at all." The stranger put his hands behind his head, grinning and showing sharp teeth. "Actually bit of an old player; just not used to the new update yet."

Keralis had more questions but decided to save them for later and first figure out who this person was. "Well, what's you name?" he asked. "I'm Keralis."

"My name's Squid-oodalay!" Squid replied, taking an exaggerated bow. "Or just Squid! Pleasure to meet'cha!"

"Nice to meet you too." Keralis glanced down and immediately regretted it as the world started to swim beneath his feet. "Oh that's not good," he muttered, taking a step backwards. His heel caught on the edge and slipped off, making him jolt backwards with a cry.

"I gotcha!" Squid quickly reached and grabbed his arm, digging his heels into the ground and pulling him up. Keralis was heaved up and the brunette collapsed on the concrete, gasping for breath.

"Th-thanks..."

"No problem, but we should probably get down now. Don't want one of us to fall down again." Squid chuckled and jumped over to where the mast was, glancing down at the ladder in the middle before walking over to the edge and leaping off.

"SQUID!" Keralis leaped off as well, spreading out his elytra and swooping down. Squid was hanging off the ledge of one of the gaps in the mast, about a third of the way down and heaving himself onto the block.

"What the heck was that?!" Keralis managed to yell as he glided besides him, eyes wide and distraught.

"It's quicker than ladders!" Squid retorted, smirking and ready to jump again. "And I don't think your wings can hold both of us! Can they?" Keralis hesitated for a moment but reluctantly shook his head. "Knew it!"

Squid jumped down again and landed squarely on the ground, yelping and nearly falling over. "Ow! Me legs!" he whined, rubbing at his ankle.

"A-are you okay?" Keralis asked, skidding to a stop on the ground.

"Yeah I'm good, just a few hearts down." Squid looked up at Keralis, then the crane, then the house, then back at Keralis. "Probably should've asked this earlier but uh, where is this? Like, I know it's a mesa-"

"I think it's savannah actually."

"One of the grassy places!"

"I don't think mesas are grassy."

"One of the orange places!"

Keralis sighed; this was going no where. "I'm just... gonna tell Shashwamy that you're here," he mumbled, pulling out his communicator.

Squid glanced over at his communicator as the screen popped up, trying to read the backwards text. "Wait who's Shashwamy? Is that a friend?"

"Yeah he's, also the admin of Hermitcraft."

"Wait admin? Is this Hypixel or something? Also what's Hermitcraft? Aren't those crabs?"

>DanTDM joined the game

Someone knocked at the door of his pyramid and Cub rolled his eyes. "Come in, the door isn't even there," he said, not even turning around.

"Um, hello?" The unfamiliar voice instantly made Cub whip around, sword glittering in hand. A brunette with goggles on his head was standing at the doorway, the front part of his hair dyed electric blue.

"Username, now," Cub demanded, tattered vex wings bursting from his back. The brunette's pale blue eyes widened and he fumbled to grab his communicator. He tapped at the screen and a hologram screen flashed in front of him with his username.

Cub lowered his sword and the wings on his back faded, but he still eyed the brunette warily. "Sorry about that," he muttered, tucking his sword away. "I thought you were a hacker or something."

"Oh no, I should be the one apologizing!" the stranger said quickly, smiling awkwardly. "I probably should've given more of a heads-up than just waltzing on in."

"So are you really DanTDM?" Cub asked. "Also how the hell'd you get in here?"

"Yeah I am DanTDM," the brunette replied sheepishly, looking away with a slight smile. "And I might have uh, done something? Bad?"

Cub rolled his eyes. "Real specific."

Dan chuckled. "I know, I know. But I'm honestly not too sure what I did either? I was playing around around with portals with some friends, and then one of the portals also kinda blew up and I ended up here?"

A bark suddenly echoed in the room and the skeleton of a dog came bounding in, growling slightly under its breath. Cub could only stare in silent awe as the dog bounced up to Dan and sat at his feet, glaring at Cub with cold eyes.

"Awww hey Grim!" Dan cooed, picking up the bony pup. "Did you follow me through the portal?"

"Wh... how did you even manage this?!" Cub exclaimed, his eyes wide. He grabbed his communicator out from his pocket and instantly flicked to the main chat. "I need to tell X about this!"

Dan looked up, squinting at the backwards text and attempting to read some of it. "You should also probably tell you friend that I'm here."

"Oh right, that too."

#hermitcraft #hermitblt #mineblr #goodtimeswithscar #stampylongnose #stampy cat #keralis #iballisticsquid #cubfan135 #dantdm #my writing #this took like a week to write hfgjkdjsfdgs #i didn't even get to include aphmau mithzan yourpalross and prestonplayz ;-;

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sebthesnipe · 4 years

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Dressing Down The King

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Prompt: Trust / Trial

Ship: Prinxiety and Logicality

Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

“How much longer?” Roman drawled, shoulders slumping.

“The next village should only be another hour or so walk. You’ll be fine.” Virgil grumbled in return.

“You say that, but you have a nice sensible pair of boots on, Ser Virgil.” Roman pointed out flatly, “I’m still wearing the pair I went to court in! These boots were made for judgement not walking!”

Virgil huffed, careful not to shift the pack on his back as he went. The dawn was breaking in the east. Logan was usually awake by now. Whatever happened yesterday must have really drained him.

The witch couldn’t help but give a glance back at their newest companion, who was currently giving Roman an apologetic yet reassuring look. There was definitely something off about him. He didn’t trust him in the least! Whatever it was, Virgil would get to the bottom of it! For now though, they needed food, sleep, and some shelter.

………

True to Virgil’s word, the trees around them seemed to break away and a village appeared in the distance, smoke billowing from chimneys and a handful of townsfolk bustling to and fro in the early morning light.

Virgil pulled to a stop just outside the woods. They needed to be careful from here on out. It would probably be best to lay some ground rules with the others. His gaze shifted towards Patton, who had stepped up beside him, his gaze turned to the nestle of buildings and homes still a good way away.

The tiny man bit his bottom lip almost nervously as if he was well aware of what civilization meant. Virgil supposed that with the level of magic, which seemed to come off him in waves, he would have to in order to survive. Society was not kind to people that were different. People feared what they didn’t understand. Virgil, Patton, and Logan were the embodiment of those things. The witch’s gaze shifted to Roman, and he had to pause as his breath was forced from his chest.

Roman stood tall, a silhouette against the orange and purple sky as the sun continued to rise. His tawny hair, littered with tiny twigs and the occasion scrap of leaf, swayed with the morning breeze. His face was lit with a bright grin, eyes shinning as he took in the sight before him, grime marring his cheeks here and there. He was breathtaking. Virgil couldn’t look away.

“Awww!!!!” Patton squealed loudly, causing the witch to practically jump out of his skin. He really needed to stop, with the high pitched noises or Virgil’s heart was going to give out.

Turning towards the smaller man, to see just what the fuss was about, Virgil frowned. Apparently, Logan had began to stir while the witch was busy staring. The black cat had poked his head out of the bag to take stock of their surroundings, gaining the attention of their overzealous traveling companion, who had offered his hands out for the little beast.

Logan had groggily leap from the bag and into the soft warm hands of his affectionate captor, much to Patton’s delite. The feline now lay coddled in the arms of the small man, pressed again his warm chest as it gave a yawn and began cleaning itself. The sight was utterly sickening, earning an eye roll from their guide.

“We need to be careful from here on in,” Virgil explained, trying to ignore the excited little screeches from the man next to him, due to the fact that Logan simply existed.

“In what way, good Ser?” Roman’s sang curiously.

“Enough with the ‘Ser’ crap,” the witch growled in annoyance, unable to meet the far too attractive man’s eyes. “Populations can be dangerous. We need to stay on our guard,” Virgil explained.

“Nonsense,” Roman chuckled, “People are chivalrous and kind. I’m sure if we talk to whoever is in charge, they will understand our situation and offer to assist us.”

The words had both Virgil and Patton staring at the prince in disbelief, even Logan was paying attention to the man now. Sure, Roman was a prince, but they had no idea he was that privileged.

“You can’t be serious,” Virgil scoffed.

“What, why?” Roman retorted curiously.

“Wow…” Virgil breathed in awe of the man’s density. He wasn’t sure if he was cut out for this conversation.

“Well,” Patton interrupted, much to Virgil’s relief, “I am sure that that is exactly how it would go if The Prince Roman strode into that village, bud.”

“Exactly,” Roman preened.

“Yeah, but Roman,” Patton continued, “if a member of the royal family appeared in a small village, then word would get around fairly quickly, and didn’t you say there were some pretty bad people after you?”

“Ah,” Roman nodded, “I see your point, my dear Patton. What would you suggest?”

The tension Virgil hadn’t realized he had been holding drained away. Whatever Patton’s deal was, he definitely handled that better than the witch ever could have. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as Virgil expected, but he still didn’t trust him.

“Well, first things first, I suggest you hide those clothes until we can get you some new ones,” Virgil offered, causing Roman to glance down at himself.

“Very well,” he acknowledged, taking stock of his soiled clothing.

“I have an extra cloak you can borrow!” Patton offered helpfully, voice sounding a bit stuffy as Logan climbed onto his shoulder.

“I would also leave the talking to us,” Virgil mused, “and absolutely no mention of magic or what we are.”

“Surely, not everyone there hates witches,” Roman protested.

“No, not everyone, bud,” Patton tried to soothe gently.

“Almost everyone,” Virgil added flatly, “enough that mentioning it once could get us run out of town or killed.”

“Virgil!” Patton chastised.

“What?! It’s the truth!” Virgil retorted in his defense.

“It’s alright, Patton. Virgil is right,” Roman sighed softly, turning his attention back to village, “I shouldn’t ignore the truth just because I can’t see it. I’ve lived a different life than you both. If keeping things quiet protects you, then that is what I must do.”

Patton’s worried expression softened affectionately as he listened to Roman. Virgil on the other hand seemed confused. His brows furrowed as he studied the prince. There was no way he could have expected the man to be so understanding. People like Roman, people privileged and regarded as royalty, could not possibly see the way others suffered, the way the world mistreated them. No, they were far too self absorbed. They lived in their world and never bothered to look out the window to see the other side. Roman’s response, however, seemed to contradict that . Here he was, sheltered and beautiful, and yet willing to try and look past that. He was so…. Different.

“Roman…” Patton breathed in excitement, the same tone he had used when he had called Virgil a hero. He peered at the prince with large eyes that seemed to idolize the man, making the prince puff his chest in pride. The whole thing was ridiculous.

“Yeah, well, we’ll see,” Virgil huffed, averting his gaze to glare at the ground. “Acknowledging an issue and living it are two different things.”

“I am not above listening to your advice, Ser Virgil,” Roman offered.

“I’m not a Ser,” Virgil grumbled shifting his gaze towards the royal.

“Sir then?” Roman offered, earning a scoff.

“No. Ugh, can you just… not?” Virgil spat. “Whatever! Patton, give him that cloak. We’ll just have to have a trial by fire.”

“W-what?” Patton stuttered, sounding a bit nervous.

“The cloak,” Virgil reminded, frowning at him. What was with him?

“Oh! Right, silly me,” Patton giggled, though the sound didn’t fit quite right. The smaller man shifted to take off his pack, the cat that had been resting on his shoulder jumping down to sit next to him.

Patton dug through the large bag, pulling out an oversize red cloak with golden buttons. He offered it out to the prince.

“Oh…” Roman exhaled in reverence as he took the fine fabric, “Patton… My dear friend… It is beautiful.”

“Well, thanks big guy! I made it myself.” Patton admitted with a bit of pride. “It may not be fit for royalty, but it will definitely set you apart as a noble.” Roman flourished the cloak in the air as he twirled it around to rest on his shoulders.

“Great! That’s not going to bring attention to us at all,” the witch scoffed sarcastically, folding his arms over his chest.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t have passed as a commoner, rags or no,” Roman pointed out as he worked the clasp closed.

“You’re not wrong,” Virgil admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. Roman was far too exaggerated in his mannerisms to pass as anything but a noble even when dressed down. The witch shot him a sideways glance, taking in the way the red fabric rested on his broad shoulders, brightening his complexion a bit. It suited him, not that Virgil would ever admit it.

Roman was a picture of nobility, he stood tall and proud as he surveyed the valley before them. For the first time since they had met, Virgil saw the King that Roman was conditioned to become. The smudges of dirt on his face made him seem older, more worn to the passing of time. The witch wondered absently how long it would take for a kind hearted man like Roman to break under the weight of the crown that was meant for his head. The image was only ruined by the debris still tangled in his locks.

“Well,” Virgil huffed, “If you’re going to play the part of a nobleman you might want to do something about that hair.”

He moved towards the prince, glancing briefly at Patton who seemed to shoot him a mischievous smile. It was as if the petite man knew more than he was letting on. The strange observation was gone as quickly as it came when Patton gave a small gasp of wonderment as Logan jumped onto his shoulder once more.

“What is wrong with my golden curls?!” Roman cried, hand lifted to try and run his fingers through his mane just to become tangled.

Virgil gave an amused snort at the prince’s distress before motioning for him to bend down. Roman complied, leaning in closer to the witch, breathing in the scent of pine and lavender that always seemed to follow him. It was almost intoxicating with how close they now were, Roman’s gaze lifted to take in every inch of the stormy man’s features as if he were committing it to memory.

The witch couldn’t help but flush under the intense look, lifting his shaky hands to begin picking out the brush that remained in the sandy locks. The prince was hopeless, that much was for certain, but he had no right to look at someone like that… Like they had hung the moon and told the stars where to sit in the sky. It wasn’t right.

Patton watched the two, covering his mouth with the hand currently not occupied by a lounging feline, doing his best to keep his giddiness from ruining the others’ moment. He had seen this time and time again; the two men had it bad for one another and they’d barely known each other for more than a day! Patton just loved love. He couldn’t be more happy for them! It was just so sweet and good and pure and happy and wholesome and sweet and lovely and he was running out of things to say, or think rather…

Dread sank in his stomach like lead. His smile faded, but his hand remained in place, hiding his frown. The two of them were so adorable together, they deserved all the happiness in the world. Why did it have to end? Why did that vision have to exist?

“What are we going to do, Logan?” he whispered softly, his remorse dripping from the words as the cat responded with what could only be described as a melancholy chirp.

Their boys’ relationship would no doubt grow the more time they spent together, which meant that the inevitable pain that would arise would be that much worse.

The question was, would the love that was blooming between the two of them be worth it in the end?

To be continued...

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A Tale of Two Guardians V

Part 1 of the Destined Series. Chapter 5 : Lights Out masterlist

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I walked down a set of stairs that were just behind the heavy door. The further I went down, however, I could feel the pulsing of some very intense bass. The lights were dim and it was almost difficult to see, and a growing sense of nervousness and anxiety made me slow down. Skinner pressed past me on the stairs, unable to contain himself. I met him at the bottom, in front of another door, and Maverick was right behind me. I glanced at between both of them. The Hunter blocked the way forward, and the stocky titan blocked my way back.

Skinner placed his hand on the handle of the door, and said in a loud voice, “Fresh res, welcome, to a real fucking party!”

He threw open the door and we were met with heavy bass and loud music. My stomach dropped and I tried to turn around and run, but Maverick and Skinner both grabbed my arms and pulled me inside. I tried to pull my arms away and even tried to dig my feet into the ground, but to no avail. Both of their grips were like iron, and both of them were laughing as they dragged me over to the bar.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Skinner tsked at me. “This is your right of passage, right here.”

“What do you mean, my right of passage?” I shouted over the loud music.

Maverick continued to laugh at my protests. “Oh come on, I took a bullet to the shoulder, I think you can handle one night at the club.”

“The bartender is a normal dude who figured out how to make a brew that actually gets Guardians drunk.” Skinner said eagerly as he let go of my arm. Maverick dragged me the rest of the way over to the bar and the Exo effortlessly picked me up from under my arms and sat me on the stool.

“I can sit, you know,” I protested, pushing them off of me. The bartender approached and recognized the Hunter and the Titan, then glanced at me. “Let me guess. Newbie needs to get drunk,” He said to Skinner.

“Yup! Three ‘Lights Out’ shots please.”

“You got it, friend. Coming right up.”

A minute or so later, he came back and placed down three drinks that were an ominous looking dark purple, or black. I picked mine up nervously and looked at the two Guardians with me, who picked up theirs.

“Down the hatch, boys,” Skinner said. We all cheered, but only I hesitated for a moment before downing the shot in one go. It tasted disgustingly sour, but at the same time, incredibly sweet, like cotton candy. My face twisted as I swallowed and I coughed once I finally pushed it down. It burned your throat as it went down, but once it was down it filled my entire body with a warm and pleasant tingling sensation. I put the glass back down and wanted to get up and leave now. The loud music and abundance of noise was starting to overwhelm my senses. But where I was sandwiched between the two men, I wasn’t going anywhere.

Skinner and Maverick cheered me on. After the third round of shots, I’m pretty sure I was drunk off of my ass. The two men with me were only buzzed. We were talking and laughing, telling stories of our adventures. For the first time in such a long time, I felt normal. Alive, even. I didn't have the weight of my grief hanging over my shoulder. Maverick had his hand on my back 85 percent of the time to keep me from falling over, however.

At some point, Skinner walked off to go party, leaving the two of us alone. Maverick was in the middle of telling me a story about his fireteam, I think, but I had so much trouble focusing on exactly what he was saying.

“What about you?” He asked, snapping me out of my trance. “What’s your story?”

“Huh?”

He laughed at me and slammed a fist down on the counter. “Skinner was right, this is pretty funny, watching you get that knot between your eyes when you get confused. I’m asking you if you remember anything from your life before you were resurrected, Rookie.”

I stuck my tongue out at him for teasing me, but ended up laughing along with him. “Well…” I pulled the dog tags from around my neck. I hadn’t taken them off since I was resurrected. As much as our Ghosts told us to forget about the past, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of life I led before.

“Ghost found me wearing these. I think I was in the French Militia or military or something, but I don’t know what for. A couple months ago, my fireteam and I went digging through some old office buildings in the French district of the EDZ. We didn’t find jack squat. But sometimes, I dream, and I think they’re supposed to be my memories, but they feel out of place, you know? Like you’re walking through someone else’s shoes. I get flashes of staring down a scope, of another woman with me, sitting for hours. And then I see other smaller things. Like what the French countryside looked like before the collapse. Or the ocean. I keep getting images of the same home. I dunno.”

“What, you said you remember staring down a scope?” Maverick asked, handing my broken tags back to me.

“Yeah. I wonder if I was in the military or the militia, as a sniper maybe. Or recon. I dunno. Everything is blurry. Especially now.” I started giggling as I pulled the tags back on, then rested my head in my hands. My heart felt lighter. “Oh!!” I exclaimed and my head shot up, maybe a little too fast. Maverick had to grab my arm to keep my from falling backwards off the chair. “I think I had a cat too! I keep remembering this little orange tabby sitting with me in that house!”

Maverick laughed as he steadied me in my seat. “Okay, I’m never letting Skinner take you drinking unsupervised. You are such a lightweight.”

I shoved his chest, though the Titan barely moved. “Shut up, I am not!”

He just kept laughing.

I don’t know how long we were in that club, but at some point Skinner dragged me out of my seat when a small dance competition had started on the floor between Guardians. And ho-ly, did I dance. I had no idea that I could, or that I was even that flexible, but maybe that was because the alcohol made me bolder, and I had just finished another shot. I kept looking back at Maverick, who stayed the most sober out of the three of us. I kept motioning for him to join us, but he only shook his head or avoided eye contact. Oh well, his loss. At some point after the dancing had started, he coaxed me off of the floor and told Skinner he was going to take me home.

“Awww, why?” Skinner and I both whined as Maverick wrapped an arm around me.

“Because you can’t see it, Genesis, but you can barely stand up straight.”

“Pfft, whatever,” Skinner said as he backed off. “I’ll see you around, Maverick, you behave yourself.”

Maverick rolled his eyes, waved goodbye to his Fireteam member, and led me out of the club.

The two of us walked through the City, which had grown quiet and hushed. For the first time all night, it was peacefully, blissfully quiet. It was around two in the morning. I looked up at Maverick, who was just as quiet as usual, but there was a small smile on his face that I read in his eyes. I couldn’t contain my drunken giggles as I clung to his arm while we walked.

“You look happy,” I said as I started to stumble.

“And you look like a drunken mess.” He scooped me up and I squealed in surprise, then proceeded to kick my legs in opposition.

“Put me down!” I protested.

“Hold on.”

“Huh? What for?” Before I could even get out another question, he jumped and started strafing. I cried out in surprise and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. He was jumping from wall to wall, from balcony to balcony, hoisting us up over ledges effortlessly as he climbed the buildings of the Last City. I squeezed my eyes shut, but soon, he stopped jumping, and he put my feet on the ground. I didn’t let him go, however, and he started to protest and pry my arms from around his neck.

“Relax, relax,” he said as calmly as possible. “You’re okay, you can open your eyes now, crazy.”

Tension slowly released from my muscles as I released my hands from behind his neck, and I opened my eyes.

We were on the top of a skyscraper, and had a view of all of the lights in the Last City. I gasped softly and finally let him go, then covered my mouth with my hands. “Oh, Maker,” I said aloud. The view was amazing. And the stars! They lit up the sky like lights strung on a Dawning holiday tree. I had never seen the stars so crystal clear before. The adrenaline that had been flowing through my veins finally started to decline, and also my sobriety was returning. I walked up to the edge of the rooftop and leaned my arms on the barriers around the roof that came up to my waist. The air was cool and refreshing. Below us, street lights twinkled amber like fireflies. And above, the Traveller hovered, sleeping and quiet, outlined by stars. This had to be one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen.

Maverick walked up to the spot beside me. “I wanted to let you see this view. At least, before you moved to your new place. An old friend of mine, Vision… He took me up here after our first party together.”

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered softly. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

He smiled, and silence fell between us. He was so close I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Exos were always depicted as cold and heartless, incapable of feeling emotions or empathy. At least, that’s the way a lot of people looked at them. They were machines. But here we were, and I could feel the warmth from the energy that ran through his body. The wind ruffled our clothes and pulled at the hairs that had fallen loose from my double buns, and framed my face. I looked up at Maverick, studying the structure of his face while he looked out over the Last City.

“I know losing your family was hard,” he said quietly. “But there are still others who need you. I was talking with Skinner, and he agreed. If you are willing, we want to make you our third fireteam member.”

I stared at him in disbelief. I will admit, I did not see this coming from him tonight. “I’m sorry, what?”

I looked over at him, his glowing red eyes showing no sign of a joke. He was serious. “You’re skilled and talented. The Vanguard can’t keep you on probation forever. You’re going to need a team. And… and we need to fill ours again.”

“Maverick,” I said, closing my eyes, trying to process this. There was still some alcohol in my system, clouding my judgement. “Can… can we maybe talk about this when I’m not still swimming in alcohol? Please?”

His brows raised, but then he smiled and chuckled. “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’re still a little woozy up there, aren’t you?” He tapped my forehead with his knuckle. I couldn’t help but giggle in response.

“Yeah, just a wee bit.”

He shook his head at me, but smiled. “It's all up to you, Genesis. Take your time.”

I nodded, then silence fell between us again. After a couple of minutes, my drunk ass decided it would be a bright idea to hoist myself up on the wall. I lifted myself up easily enough, but when I sat down, I swayed and nearly fell backwards off of the building.

“Hey, hey!” Maverick shouted and he moved directly in front of me, catching my arms and pulled me back forward. “Maker, Genesis, are you fucking crazy?”

I laughed aloud and held onto his biceps for balance. “Only a little bit. Maybe a little bit more. Who knows.” I smiled and met his gaze, and I thought for a moment he looked worried. But soon enough, he sighed and shook his head.

“Crazy…” He murmured softly, and he kept his hands planted firmly on my hips in case I fell again, since I was still swaying a bit.

My heart started pounding from his closeness, and I started to breathe a tad bit heavier. My cheeks started to flush pink. I averted my gaze from his to hide it, but he must have already noticed.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” He asked quietly. “Maybe we should head back to your apartment…”

“No!” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “I mean, I'm fine, it's just…” I trailed off. I reached up and ran my fingers over his cheekbones, and followed the structure of his face along his jaw. I met his gaze, and his expression was filled with a mix of confusion, tranquility, and fear. He was afraid, and honestly, I was too. But when I was with Maverick, I felt the most normal and alive I've ever felt since my resurrection. As if he was still hesitating, he slowly leaned his face into my hands and closed his eyes.

“Maverick…” I whispered softly, my thumbs running along his metal cheeks. “Do you trust me?” Deep in the back of my consciousness, I could hear my Ghost start yelling at me, warning me to not go where I was going, but the alcohol had dulled out her voice.

It took him a moment of contemplation and he looked a bit suspicious, but soon enough he nodded.

“Good.”

I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck and pulled him closer, and pressed my lips against his mouthpiece. At first, his body stiffened and he didn't know what to do, so I pulled away after a few seconds. But before I could even apologize, he shook his head, as if giving in to an internal battle, placed a hand on the back of my head, and pulled me back in. He was ready this time, and he kissed me without holding back. There was a strange warmth coming from him, and his mouth was warm against mine. My heart was pounding and my brain could barely keep up. His hand on my hip wrapped around me and dragged me closer, I held on to him tighter.

When we finally separated, I met his gaze. We were both breathing heavy, we both had a desperate yet relaxed look in our eyes, and I think we were both still processing what had just occurred. My Ghost was still lecturing, going on and on about Vanguard rules and this wouldn't work out, that we were setting ourselves up for failure, but I ignored her.

“Is yours yelling at you, too?” I said softly with a small giggle.

“Without a doubt,” he said with a small laugh.

Silence fell between us and I simply buried my face in his neck and shoulder, unable to stop my smile. He gently pressed his lips on my head and kissed my hair. We stayed like that until the sun started to rise on the Last City, and I had fallen asleep.

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luna-memoria · 5 years

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Cycle of Life

Four seasons, four sides of the same pair. Enjoy your read!

Summer

“This is really going to be a thing now, huh,” says Ladybug, grinning ear-to-ear as she lends a hand to Felix and pulls him onto the rooftop.

Felix tries for a nonchalant shrug, but his face betrays him and a faint smile appears as his eyes travel to Ladybug’s cheery expression. “It is, only because you keep coming back.”

“Awww, don’t you like my visits? I’m wounded, Felix, I thought we were friends!” She exclaims, putting a hand on her chest in a dramatic pose. It’s something she only shows to Felix, somehow - the relationship between her and Chat is still tense, despite having lost some of the uncomfortable air and professional feel. Perhaps it’s because to her he’s only a stranger whom she only meets once in awhile. It’s easier, talking to someone when they don’t know who you really are, sometimes. He learned this fact with Bridgette.

“I do,” he replies, feeling lighter on the inside and slightly braver than usual. Ladybug’s looking at him now, eyes widened and expectant. She doesn’t say anything back, but he hears it- sees it in her gaze, her raised eyebrows, the silent voice asking him to go on. It's a chance like no other, this moment, he thinks. A chance to say what he wants to. To show his appreciation.

“I know I’m supposed to joke back or something, but you know me. I’m really bad at this whole- friend thing.”

She frowns. “That’s not-”

“-true?” He shrugs, head tilted and a small, tired smile on his face. “I appreciate you always trying to make me feel better about things like these, but I know myself. I’m not good at being fun and being someone’s friend.”

“That’s not true. You’re wrong.”

“Okay,” he says, sparing a moment of awe and gratefulness for her defensiveness over him. He continues. “Anyway. What I was saying in the first place- I think jokes between friends are important and all, but it’s nice to just say what’s on your mind. Let your friend know that you appreciate them, and that you think they’re amazing. I think- I think that’s really important.”

“Wow,” she exclaims. Her face is still as smiley as it was before but he can tell she’s a little embarrassed, albeit being a little proud as well. Like the kid she’s been explaining a complicated question to has finally grasped the concept. “You know what, I take back what I said. You are awesome at this. So very awesome. Way to make your friend cry, dude.”

He tries not to stumble over his words, equally embarrassed and also trying his best. He’s so new at this. He feels like a child for a moment, like he’s sitting there and using what he was taught for the first time. It takes awhile for his jumbled thoughts to form a string of words in his head, but he manages. He learns. He’s better now. He’s getting there. He’s not stopping anytime soon.

“I’m - I’m just saying what I think.”

She giggles, sticking out her tongue and dragging out her words. It’s childish and incredibly endearing. “Okay.”

“And you can’t take back your words- you’re not the one who said that in the first place. I am-”

“Okay.”

“-the one who said it. What-”

“Okay.”

He narrows his eyes at her, and she gives him a peace sign. He smiles again, wider than before.

“I’d ask you what is up with the repetition tonight, but I think I’ll just leave it for now.”

A cheerful nod. “Sure, buddy.”

“Not okay?”

“Nope. I think you’re good,” she says, winks and bumps his shoulder with her own. He laughs and bumps back for the first time, and it feels good, his insides warm and full.

They’re good. They’re friends.

Autumn

“I am starting to think that you have no regard at all about my request for you to keep yourself out of weird situations.”

Bridgette makes a face at him, showing him a row of neat white teeth. She’s moved from her original position on the branch of the tree, now standing and leaning closer to the trunk, hands reaching for support on another higher, sturdy branch. She seems to sense that he’s not planning on moving just yet, and sighs.

“What can I say, these ‘weird situations’ often involve a lot of fun. Also, excuse you, climbing a tree in a park is not weird - people do this.”

Chat whistles, doubtful of her words. “Maybe, but I think most people don’t climb forty feet off the ground.”

He looks to the ground as he says this - it is pretty high up. He’s been to high places as both Chat and Felix, but it’s always been places like building rooftops, flat surfaces that he can, at the very least, stand on. Being in a tree is… well. He hopes his bad luck is not running too high today.

“You should know by now that I’m not ‘most people’, then. I’m a weirdo. And I like fun things. And engaging in nature is enjoyable, you can fight me on this.”

“I think I’d rather not,” he says with a shake of his head, pleasantly amused. This girl is always full of surprises. A second later, she digs out something from the pocket of her loose sweatpants. It's a red plastic that seems to be filled with candy.

She nods satisfyingly, pulls out one from the packet. “Nice to see that we’re on the same page. Now then, will you be heading off to continue your rooftop walk or…?”

“I think I’ve got enough of ‘rooftop walks’ for now, so hopefully you don’t mind my presence.”

“Don’t worry, I’d have kicked you off the moment you perched on that branch if I didn’t want you here.” She gives him a huge, toothy grin when he widens his eyes in horror. “Just joking, geez!”

She hands him the packet. “Want some? I have chocolate if you'd prefer that.”

“Do you carry chocolate and candy on you all the time?”

“Yup. Snacks too, sometimes.”

“Okay,” he says, reaching and taking one from her packet. It's salt lemon flavored.

She eyes him again, this time with a considering look on her face. “It's a habit I had for the longest time. Thought it might come in handy if I ever needed to befriend a dragon.”

He laughs. “A dragon?”

“Yeah,” says Bridgette. Her gaze is turned away and directed to the far end of the park now, but it feels incredibly long and far away, like her soul has left to visit an old memory. He thinks it's a fond one - she is smiling, after all. But then, Bridgette smiles most of the time, and he doesn't know her well enough to see which are real ones and which are not. “Except this time it's for a huge cat. It helps break the ice, I swear. Look at us now. It's useful, right?”

“Right,” he says slowly. He wonders if they are friends too, now. It feels weird to know someone as both separate entities of himself. On one hand he feels guilty for lying, but the other part of him enjoys getting to see different sides of the people he interacts with. Which, at the moment, Bridgette and Ladybug are the only ones.

“I'd tell you penny for your thoughts, but I get the feeling you won't be telling me anything.”

“You don't know about that.”

“Is this an invitation for me to ask you something? Because I will take it, if it is.”

He resists the urge to shake his head, instead allowing his grip on his suit to go tighter. “That's… debatable. But I don't mind a couple of basic questions. Nothing like my life story or something.” His hand flies up to his mask almost instinctively at this part. He hopes she doesn't notice, but with the way she shuffles in her seat and tenses up a little, she probably did.

“Or something,” she repeats. She realized.

“Yes.”

“I'm not that much of an ass to ask you about your identity if that's what you're worried about.”

“I know.”

“Maybe I should start running a blog and post interviews there. Paris Superheroes Confirmed To Be Real and Kicking Butt-”

He knows she's kidding, but he can't help but snort, “you haven't even met both.”

“You don't know that.”

“Well, I'd be a constant lurker on your blog page if that were true. Gotta… catch those Ladybug interviews, or something.”

“Ladybug interviews?” she exclaims with a small laugh, like she finds this incredibly ridiculous but funny. “Why would you need to watch those? Can't you just ask her anything you want to know?”

"We're not- We're hardly friends at this stage." There is something like hurt on Bridgette's face as he says this. She takes a deep breath, curls her body and wraps her arms around her knees.

“You really think that?” Sadness is dripping off from just that sentence. He feels her soft brown eyes on him, and tries his best not to look back. He wonders how they got here - this conversation was the last thing he expected when he chanced upon her during his late afternoon patrol, yet here they are. Here he is, spilling a little too much to a classmate he can barely call his friend.

Well, maybe that's just what you think, says Ladybug's voice from inside his head. It's from one of her visits, one they ended up talking about his almost nonexistent social life. You overthink things sometimes. It's not as bad as your head makes it out to be.

Maybe all you need is to put down your guard a little. Maybe then you'll see - you were friends all along.

Yes, is the answer he'd have given months ago. But now he's not that cowardly anymore. He knows what he wants, he knows that he can make it happen. He has the ability to change things with just these two hands of his.

“Now, at least. I am working on being a better friend she can trust. I want to be that for her. She deserves at least that much.”

“I think you are one. A good friend, I mean.”

It's an incredibly Bridgette thing to say, but also something Ladybug would say. Genuine. Comforting. He feels a twist in his stomach.

“I- okay. I think I want more of that candy. It's good.”

She blinks.

“Oh, of course, sure!” She quickly reaches for the bag sitting next to her on the branch and holds it out for him. He takes one. It's a lime flavor this time.

“They're all good,” she assures quickly. "This whole packet is a compilation of my favorite sweets. That one you've got there is from Thailand. My cousin bought it for me when he went there last time."

He nods, ripping open the plastic and popping the candy into his mouth. It is a cool and sour flavor. Just like a normal candy, but a while later he tastes sweetness and when he looks to Bridgette, she smiles and shrugs.

“It has a sweet filling. Not what you expected from a lime flavored sweet, yeah?”

He nods, staring at the Thai characters on the packaging. "It's a pleasant surprise."

"Then you have so much more to see. There's way more impressive stuff out there," says Bridgette, standing back up. "Secure your step, I'm climbing further up."

Winter

“Hi,” says Ladybug.

Chat doesn’t move from where he is, only tilting his head slightly, his eyes briefly meeting hers before immediately darting away, a pained expression on his face. He chews on his lip and doesn’t say anything back, for once.

“Alone in the snow two days before Christmas? As if I’d let that happen to anyone, lest my partner.”

“Am I?” He asks, though it feels more like a statement, a confirmation to himself, rather than a question. Is he? He’s been asking himself the same thing for days - weeks. He’s lost count of how long it’s been since their identities got revealed. Everything is hazy and he’s not sure what’s going on anymore. Maybe all of this isn’t real after all. Maybe it’s all just something he dreamt up in his head, being a superhero, having a partner to watch his back-

...having a friend. That’s all he wanted from the very beginning, no?

“You are,” she says, firm and determined.

“Are you sure about that?” He asks, voice sharp and shaky and hurt. There is a weak smile tugging at his lips. His eyes and eyebrows are covered by his black mask, but the hurt is evident in his gaze. He seems to realise his mistake and too-loud tone, immediately letting the small flare die down, uncertainty slipping back in. “...Sorry, that was uncalled for. I understand if you’re upset with me and don’t want to see me anymore.”

“Whoa whoa, gimme a second here. Calm down, I’m not doing anything. I literally came up to you and greeted you of my own accord, Chat.”

“I lied to you,” he says simply. They are all it takes to state the situation. The truth is plain and laid out there.

“Yeah, about that… I’m not mad? I might have been, if I found out this spring.”

“Spring,” he echoes blankly. She nods.

“I thought about this for a pretty long time, actually. I thought for a second that maybe- maybe you just talked to me so you can get your kiss and free yourself from your curse. Maybe you were just using me. Maybe you were just lying when you said that we were friends, that you liked me.”

“I’m not- I wasn’t-”

“I know,” she assures, “like I said, I thought about this for a long time. It’s funny and ironic, really, how all this time we’ve got this weird friendship going on in both forms? And I even told you to try and let down your guard and befriend more people. Which. There’s also a small part of my selfishness in that, actually - I wanted to help you, but at the same time I wanted to get closer to you, as Bridgette. Also, I think deep down I knew. Not, like, knew-know, if that makes sense.”

She cringes at her choice of words, and shakes her head.

“Never mind that. Take two. But there's… something, something that links both of your sides together in my head, I guess. Besides, these few months I've learned an awful lot about both Felix and Chat, y'know? Felix is so much more than the mysterious boy from class I wanted to get to know, while Chat - is actually a huge softie despite all his sarcasm and awkwardness. And I’m glad that I got to know both of them. I really am.”

“You-”

“What? Was I wrong?”

“...I don't know,” he admits, soft and defeated. “I still owe you an apology, though.”

“Thank you,” she tells him, placing her hand on his shoulder. Only with the warmth of her hand that he realises he’s freezing. He raises his own hand to place it on hers, but it pauses in the air for a moment before dropping back down to his side. She doesn’t say anything about this. “I appreciate it, even if I’ve got over most of that.”

He's frozen. Everything is still a blur, but he knows now, what's the most important thing. He's not losing sight of it again.

“We’re… good, right?”

“Yes," she says, choking back a sob. "Yes we are. We’re okay.”

“I don’t want to be strangers again,” he murmurs. Her mouth drops open slightly, then she reaches her hands to his and pulls him close into a tight embrace.

“We won’t be. I promise,” she says, voice shaking and low and filled with fierce determination. "I won't allow it."

He believes her, and they both silently sob on each other's shoulders.

Spring

It's a couple weeks after the defeat of Papillon, and the duo has been spending their time catching back on life - missed schoolwork here and there, scholarship essays and art portfolios and preparation for university, and most importantly of all, restoring the city to its original state. Paris has been left in a horrible mess after the Final Battle - Bridgette's power only managed to salvage so much, especially with her injuries post-battle, but Felix's now the sole successor to the huge Agreste empire and is able to offer plenty of help to rebuild the city. Things are not good, not yet, but they're looking better than before, and Felix is grateful for that.

“I wish it ended better, though,” says Bridgette to him one fine Sunday morning when they're both lying on a grassy plain and staring up at the clear blue sky. It's one of the first days they've got to themselves this spring.

He nods in agreement. His estranged father is now missing and presumed to be dead by some, leaving him with huge businesses and riches and all the things he never wanted in his life at the age of barely eighteen. It's hard, picking up the broken pieces left behind, but he's come to terms with most of it by now.

Recounting his life is... an experience, to say the least.

He had been three, when he lost his mother. Twelve, when he started attending company meetings as per his father's wishes. Fourteen when he started in public school.

Two years of lycée as a superhero. Two years of sneaking around in his empty mansion's storeroom for medical supplies to tend to wounds no one must see. Two years of second-guessing his choices and morals and everything he thought was important to him. Two years of his brain raging a war against the beating of his heart, the twist in his stomach whenever he thinks of his partner whom he lied to since the beginning, his partner that ended up being the most important person to him. Two years of silently wiped away tears and hardships and sorrow and happiness and friendship and love.

Years that lead him up to now, to the current time. He squeezes Bridgette's hand, a proof that she's there, that she exists, that his life up until then is not an illusion or a lie he made up in his head.

For once, he's going to be a normal person. Be eighteen and worry about university and how to spend his weekend. He's going to look forward instead of backward.

“This is so peaceful. I wish we had more time to do this,” sighs Bridgette, moving her free hand to rest on the back of her head. There's a surprising lack of other people around, considering the fact that it's a fine weekend. He doesn't find it in himself to complain, smiling faintly and allowing himself to relax against the soft fabric of the picnic blanket they've laid out.

“Summer break is coming,” he points out. “We're graduating soon. That's exciting.”

“Yeah, and I really do look forward to attending art school, but it's hard to resist the urge to just escape into the forest and live there forever without academics to bother me.”

“Your mom will miss you if you do that," he says, grinning. "So will the Quantics and I.”

“Well, I never said I would go alone! Any family and friends of mine are invited if they're interested.”

“Sure.”

“Hey, you know…”

“Yeah?”

“I can't believe we got here. After all that- all that crap the world threw at us. And we survived it all. We can take on the world with these hands!”

“I know.”

“And I'm so, so, so happy, y'know? Like, I never expected this of life, but it manages to surprise me. There has been so much hard stuff and sometimes I feel like I might be drowning to my death, but now we're okay and here and happy. This is so- strange,” she says, a dorky smile on her face, raising her hand up towards the sky, her recently painted fingernails sparkling in the sun.

“I know,” he says again, because he does relate, and it is the truth. “It's- surreal. Sometimes it feels fake to be at peace. Sometimes it feels like I'm just gonna wake up and it turns out that I was just trapped in a happy dream.”

“But it's not. We're here. This is real.”

“Yeah.”

“I wonder what Allegra and the others are up to.”

“She FaceTimed me a while ago. She's planning on writing her own music for her new channel. Allan is helping her with some of them.”

“Her fans are gonna be so excited. She's so great.”

“I still can't believe she's doing her own thing now. Her parents must be so pissed,” says Felix fondly, recalling Allegra telling him about her plans so excitedly her hands were shaking, and even though it was not visible on the screen he could tell she was bouncing her leg under the table, a habit she’s had since young. It makes him so happy, seeing his first and closest friend pursuing her passion when he knew her for most of his life and for all that time she’s been The Music Prodigy who plays as the concertmaster in her family’s orchestra for every big event, filled with empty smiles and quiet obedience. That girl is no more, and now in her place is an aspiring singer-songwriter who has taken on the world with her friends, now working towards her goal with her own effort.

“Well, I’m proud of her for doing her thing at last,” says Bridgette. “Same for everyone. You said something about publishing your own stories before, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know about publishing just yet. But seeing all of you made me think about what I want to do. And what I want to do is write. For anyone who can relate to my experiences. I want to let them know that they, too, have a place.”

“You’ll get there,” she says. He believes her wholeheartedly, because he sees it at last, for himself, the future he wants, laid right before him. He’ll get there eventually.

“Both of us will,” he says. “I’m sure of it.”

They’ll be okay.

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug pv #felix agreste #bridgette cheng #brichat #felibug #ladynoir #feligette #lucky charm #my writing #i am thoroughly exhausted pls have this thing #it’s the longest thing i have written omg #i’m proud of this thing. so much.#long post

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readbythestarlight · 5 years

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c2e70

I miss Ashley :(((((

Sam has way too many props in front of him I’m nervous

Matt having to be like "Sam please don’t gloss over this the feature is actually really cool"

Oh man I wish Liam was actually in the room for this

Takiesin losing it at Sam’s ads is always my favorite part

[[MORE]]

I love how well Matt and the others handle the fandom drama. Just a reminder to love each other and a sort of stern look. No big grandstanding speeches or anything, just a reminder that we are a fandom who should be spreading love.

I don’t like that "seemingly" destroyed...

They need to message Yeza too because he’s just at home waiting

They should 100% have written this message before she sent it

YES tell her where you are right now

Cad’s right don’t act like you did anything wrong

I really think they should go back, regroup, maybe get some advice or some help

Idk man I know Cad sometimes sees the best in people and wants to trust them and maybe he’s wrong but I really think they should go back. They need help. They are so in over their head.

Frumpkin the therapy cat

"I don’t mean to raise my voice" Cad says while talking only moderately louder than usual

Cad’s so appaled by the fact that none of them know how to have any kind of faith

I don’t understand Fjord’s insistance that they are responsible

Oban would have done it anyway. This way they KNOW it’s happened.

Cad’s right. Jester’s right.

Beau and Fjord are both being pretty aggressive about this and it’s really interesting

I can’t decide whether that was a manipulative thing or a "we literally just don’t want to cause a panic by telling people there’s a monster demon god thing suddenly on the loose" thing

I don’t think that was a fair way to word that question, Beau. "Would a good guy serve a queen or save some people?" like that was not at all a fair way to ask. Y’all don’t have all the answers and Caleb’s right, you shouldn’t go off half-cocked

"Should I scry on Yasha?"//"Well at least she’ll know she’s not alone." MY HEART.

"I think disavowing authority simply because it is authority is reckless." Ooooo Cad hitting that nail on the head where Beau is concerned.

Jester being so sad and done is breaking my heart tbh

MotherfuCKING OBAN IS BACK ISNT HE

"The dead stare" too sad

FUCKING KNEW IT

I KNEW HE WASNT GONE

God dammit

"Seemingly" Matt said and I knew

"What if she was bad you guys? What if she was bad the whole time?" Oh Jester no </3

"She wasn’t." Thank you, Cad.

That’s an unfortunate point

What if they are heading to the main door

Which is very close

Don’t

That

All

Okay it looks like the Bright Queen has at least warned some people which is good

I can’t when Matt uses that accent because all I can think of is Skyrim

"Right now she’s definitely the orphanmaker" owwwww

M: "Make a stealth check"

S: "I’m not trying to steal them."

":O"

S: "I’m trying to buy them."

":O!!"

It was forged in the forest where he grew up?? And now he’s gonna reforge it in the kiln or something maybe?? Idk.

Dwueth’var. cool name.

It’s so cool to finally know something about the sword

Beau trying to make Jester feel better while internally being like "McFancypants??"

Jester doesn’t just need Fjord’s validation she needs EVERYONE’S validation

"Couldn’t sleep because I kept waiting for lightning" Beau was waiting for the Storm Lord to come save Yasha

C: "Caduceus is not the only one who’s good."

B: "You uh... talking about me?"

C: "Yeah, I am. You shit on yourself a lot. I see you do good every day."

Having Empire Kids feelings now

Ohhhhh Beau was supposed to take over the family business??

GASP Shakaste has gotten Luc to Nicodranus that’s good!

I hope

N: "You’re not chill?"

J: "No!"

"And you’ll meet the rest of your family" for Jester’s sake I don’t want the Traveler to end up being a jerk but I just can’t quite trust him

Time to go sailing again

"Let’s have the meeting at the volcano Cad wants to go to for convenience sake"

J: "It’s really hard. There’s so many things in the world and I thought it would be really cool to see it all. .... But a lot of it is just really sad, a lot of people getting hurt." :(

TT: "But there is beauty in sadness too. Without those moments it’s hard to appreciate the beauty. You’ll be sad again. To live is to be sad, time and time again. But you also get to be happy. You get to be playful. You get to be mischievous. Just know no matter where you are, I’m not far. And also know... you’re not the only one being watched over anymore. There are many voices, many eyes upon you. ... Wherever your friend Yasha is, I’m sure there’s some very powerful eyes on her that never left."

J: "Good ones? Helpful ones?"

TT: "I’ve seen the storm myself."

Alright fine I like him and I trust him and I’m gonna regret it

Beau listening for thunder again </3

What the FUCK is this Yeehaw Game Ranch ad omg

GUYS

GUYS YOUR MOORBOUNDERS

Literally anyone but Fjord

"I’m just gonna lie to her" see it needs to NOT be Fjord

Oh damn so their information was good?? There was an attack on the garrison and there were the assassination attempts

That’s good. It gives them a little cushion here.

Wait fuck do you think Dairon is the assassin they caught??

It is Dairon isn’t it

oh fuck is it Astrid??

I can’t decide which will be worse

AYYYYY BOY

ESSEK I missed you

Oh boy here we go who is it

I am so anxious

Oh shit he said her name

oh god

Oh no

Ohhhhhhhhhhh godddddd

Oh shit now he’s said his own name

FFFFFUCK

oh god it’s not Astrid

AND HE MIGHT HAVW JUST GIVEN HIMSELF AWAY

FUCK

nope nope nope

Well this woman has to die now

"I’ve heard things about you Bren. Welcome back."

NOPE.

"Some of us get tired of macabre fairytales. Enjoy your mouth full of lies when they choke them out of you." Damn.

Awww Yeza has been cleaning and making things neat because he’s LONELY HE’S BEEN ALONE SO LONG

Caleb, babe, be careful

You are emotional and making very curious decisions about what you are choosing to reveal

Stone, Dust, and CLAY huh?

I’m suuuuuper into this lore this is great

I wanna know if it’s Matt’s or Taliesin’s or a mix of both

Cad: "I’m 2000 years old"

N: "Are you shitting me right now?"

Cad: "Yeah :D"

Caleb is confusing everyone and it’s quite funny but also a bit sad he’s clearly so shaken

Beau’s definitely in trouble

Good episode! Honestly Laura really carried it this week, with the amazing Jester feels. Taliesin too.

Good ep. Gooooood ep.

#cr spoilers #emi watches critical role #critical role

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Mitsuhide’s Route Live Blog

Okay, I will probably delete this once I finish his route, but somehow I’d like to share my thoughts on his route with you guys o(*°▽°*)o I will try not to get too specific and you don’t have to mind if you’re not interested, since these are simply my thoughts on the things happening! Though, if anyone has question concerning my remarks (and thus Mitsuhide’s route), please feel free to ask me anything! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Episode 1 So Hideyoshi is some kind of fashion guru now? Hey, who’s vassal is that, trying to kill off Ranmaru?! Somehow, Mitsuhide really has a talent for irritating Hideyoshi... seriously... Protecting a cutie is always proof of a good person. Wow, Mitsuhide that’s... I don’t know if he’s praising MC or making fun of her. Probably both. But I guess he’s worried for her. Oooh, guess who! Who wouldn’t appreciate encountering beautiful people! Especially those who are not out to kill everyone who as much as look at them. Of course, Sasuke shouldn’t be left out. As well as his BFF~ And of course Sasuke has to be the messenger of bad news... Masamune is being his usual self, huh? Uselessly excited about the prospect of war. Okay, the other guys are equally bad. Is that Ieyasu calling MC stupid in a roundabout way? Oh well, but at least Mitsunari is genuinely concerned for her... Mitsuhide, stop reading MC’s mind already lol Awww, Ranmaru, the cutie! He’d be someone I’d instantly befriend~ Uh, I sense some kind of (un)pleasant surprise... This isn’t Mitsunari’s route, so I guess the squad in the rear is certainly not... Told ya... I had the bad feeling way before you MC lol And of course, Mitsuhide has to tell her the things she doesn’t want to her at all... On the other hand... It’s totally plausible that the enemy would go for Nobunaga’s right and left hand... Oh dear... Ooooh, I sense some kind of deep-rooted trauma or something similar! Aaah, I already love that poor trickster to the point of no return! Oh, yeah, that could have been me. I’m not good with blood. And I guess there’s A LOT! That screams betrayal to me, but let’s keep calm and watch... Moreover, hasn’t anyone taught you guys not to trust strange men?! Aww, Mitsuhide is such a good guy~ Oh... ‘Kay... That... THAT surprised me. Really. And it hurts my heart a little. Heck, who am I kidding? A lot, a LOT! Why is everyone always assuming MC’s going to run away? Well... I can’t exactly hold it against them... Hideyoshi not trusting MC is not new, so I wonder why it surprises me to see Mitsuhide not trusting her... I mean, he normally reads her like an open book... Wow, that’s... a LOT! And knowing Mitsuhide, his guidance will turn out pretty spartan. But I guess I’d be happy about his attention... Probably... Maybe...

Episode 2 And we’re back to teasing lol But I guess being taught about the Sengoku era by a Sengoku warlord is not THAT bad, right? Urgh, I take that back. Why a test, Mitsuhide? Seriously? And THEN you’re surprised about her answers? Although, come on, ‘Nobu-tan’ sounds incredibly cute~ Yes, with all that history stuff my head would explode as well. Or maybe implode. Can’t decide. Okay, is it just me or is Mitsuhide surprisingly touchy-feely? That man will be the death of me, I swear! Says he doesn’t trust MC but takes her metaphor seriously! Why does he have to be so cute, dammit?! Nooo, MC, why are you running away?? Of course, he does that to tease her, what else... Yup, telling him he’s mean gives him no damage whatsoever lol Yay, two angels to the rescue~ Yeah, you tell him Ranmaru lol NO! Don’t! Get Mitsunari away from the tea! Thank god Ranmaru is such a good boy~ If this keeps going they can have a party in MC’s room lol Pfft, I KNEW it! Tell me what you want, this is a party! I’m surprised though Hideyoshi wasn’t the first to burst into the room lol Omg, Ieyasu is too precious lol I’d love some spicy pickles, too! So... Mitsuhide is either observing them or he’s displeased right now... Well, Mitsunari is just as surprised as I am... I tell you, Mitsuhide is secretly a ninja! Maybe... Yep, they are like cats and dogs, but they still love each other. Aww, big brother Hideyoshi is the best, really! Go for it, girl! Otherwise, his route would be meaningless lol Se-Self-defense skill...? A-As in... Body contact?? Oh dear... Oh no, don’t evade, please~ Yeah, tell her first! You got my hopes up... Oh? Suddenly I remember this one certain picture from the manga... Wow, he really IS spartan... MC’s level of fear is kinda not in the right order, I think? You can’t fool me, you sly fox, hah! Wow, that was low... A horse several times smarter than MC? Noo, I don’t think so. It’s literally impossible to escape Mitsuhide. Yes, the body contact I was waiting for! Nothing extraordinary, but at this point I’ll take anything lol Well, at least this time there’s no cliff involved in her first time horse riding. Okay, that’s some elementary school level reason for teasing, Mitsuhide... While MC’s fears are apparently in the wrong order, Mitsuhide’s worries are too (he wants us to believe lol) Right now MC is too cute for words. And Mitsuhide the proud (not yet) boyfriend lol Heh, I already knew that! I can already see Hideyoshi freak out when he finds out MC and Mitsuhide have something going on lol Scary, Hideyoshi isn’t joking... Of course he has too many secrets! That’s, like, in his job description. So, Mitsuhide is unexpectedly popular with women?! How did that happen?? But I agree, once you fall for him it’s pretty much impossible to hate him. Not so popular with men, though, I see... Why do I feel like Mitsuhide’s past might hunt him down in this route? I can’t count how often I’ve aww’d at him already... He’s so honest with himself but so absolutely not with everyone else.

Episode 3 Yeah, time flies by if you have fun, Mitsuhide. !? !?!? YES! A definite Yes! OMG, this man will be the death of me! I can’t stress this enough! Oh, Mitsuhide telling her to go straight back home most likely spells danger... The dungeon spells danger, too... Yup, that’s Mitsuhide’s dark side... Oh dear, I see a suspicious fox. So, when exactly does that man sleep? I mean, he has to be busier than Hideyoshi. Mitsuhide... Is that you being honest? Wow, that was quick. Now she even wants to see Mitsuhide when she can’t lol Uff, I think I heard her innocent heart shatter right this instant... O.K. I heard my heart shatter as well. I’m sure someone set him up! I hope so... Aww, MC’s such a sweet girl. Oh, I already wondered when we’ll get one of Sasuke’s trademark visits! Pfft, Sasuke’s reaction to MC hanging out with Mitsuhide... What, as if he hasn’t spread that rumor himself. Who are you kidding, Mitsuhide? You? Embarrassed? Hah! Didn’t expect that, did you? It’s so much fun to see Mitsuhide fail to handle a single almost foolishly trusting, kind and honest girl lol Really, she had him speechless so many times already. Wah, that music got my hopes up. Aaaand then the 3rd episode comes to an end. What a cliffhanger!

Episode 4 Yeah, I knew it. That was too good to be true, haha... Okay, that’s on you, Mitsuhide. Shouldn’t have taught her that lol Awww, okay, that’s enough to compensate me right now~ I’m genuinely confused. Oh, wait a minute. No way~ she can meet Mitsuhide’s pet! (It’s called Chimaki which is... something to eat, by the way lol) I have to say, Mitsuhide has his way with words... They are mostly ambiguous lol I have to ask... Does that fall under cannibalism? ... Can you believe there’s someone equally bad or even worse than Mitsunari in terms of personal maintenance? Eat some food, you goddamn handsome man! He has a point, but still! For all the teasing, at least he’s praising MC when she’s done well. Oh good gracious! I didn’t think Mitsuhide was able to tell a genuine joke! Yeah, I can relate to that. The many mysteries make him so charming lol Aww, honest Mitsuhide is always appreciated~ Yup, his teasing is indeed addictive lol Isn’t it cute how socially awkward Mitsuhide is? Like, he’s so not used to being around people. Oh dear... That screams trouble. In capitals. Ah... I think I see a pattern... Oh, okay. Didn’t see that coming. Funny how he knew exactly where she would go... Yeah, Hideyoshi is not amused. Big scoop? Secret revealed? Seriously? That’s just a different kind of torture... OMG, blushing Mitsuhide is the BEST!!

Episode 5 Tell me what you want, Mitsuhide is a gentleman. Like, deep, DEEP down lol Lap pillow? Lap pillow! Okay, who does he remind me of...? Aww, MC genuinely praising him is so cute. Oh god, Ranmaru lol I think he has a no-monopolization policy lol And now Mitsuhide is making Ranmaru cry, the poor boy. Aww, Ranmaru is such a good friend! Yup, of course Masamune has to be the supporting friend. Figured. Those two are the least amused about that rumor going around, haha... Mom and Dad don’t approve lol Especially Mom. Yeah, can you believe it? I totally can. Does Nobu-tan suspect something? Maybe. Wow, that is way out of my expectations. Hideyoshi not putting Nobu-tan first. Uh-huh, don’t mind him at all, please. Say that before going inside lol The awkward moment when your man knows more about how to properly dress as a woman than you. ....??? Says the liar, sure. Wa-Wa-Wait! Seriously?? Uuuh, Mitsuhide’s new style is really cool! (He’s posing as a traveling performer btw) ...yeah... wife!? MC is going to flip lol “I didn’t tell you?”, yeah, no, because you’re you. I can’t tell if he’s serious already or not.

Episode 6 You could have at least taught her properly lol Okay, with how fast this whole pretend thing was progressing, I expected something else lol Wow, he’s unexpectedly good at flattering. Heh, I already thought it would come to this! Argh, can’t he just decide if he’s serious or not? I sense some big evil... *gasp* I knew it. Ugh, I don’t like that guy. Like, at all. Okay, he’s officially making me uncomfortable. Men like them can just die, seriously. If that had been me, I’d have punched the living daylights out of him and would’ve died a slow and painful death right after that. Aaah, it’s a shame I won’t buy the premium stories (since I’m saving for when it’s released in English) Aww, he was looking for her! It’s such a rare sight to see Mitsuhide so kind and serious. Oh god~ He’s most likely genuinely smiling and she can’t see it~ “All right now. I should pay him back for making my lovely wife cry.” His words, not mine! Now I wonder what happened... I love how Mitsuhide talks to himself pretending he doesn’t lol Okay, now things are getting complicated. That... was fast. Like, how did he do that?! Somehow, I think Mitsuhide would have so much fun being a modern day actor lol Didn’t expect to see them there. Yuki’s cute in every route lol Why is a guy of that rank doing something like that? Most likely in secret? Not that I started liking him, but I’m confused. Oh, now that explains a lot. Confusion lifted. Again!? Come on! ... ... oh. Did I maybe get the love rival wrong the whole time? Oh man, I hope he doesn’t plan to die or anything. I started to like him a lot in Sasuke’s route. ... oh? Oh??? True, that probably IS the biggest historical discovery. Aww, the letter is cute.

Episode 7 I somehow think they will think they succeeded and the evil guy come crawling back up at the end of episode 10... Oh, that’s the fox mask I saw in Shiro-sensei’s illustration! So that’s when it becomes useful, huh? He’s really getting affectionate~ Yuki, that’s what being 500 years apart is about lol I could be wrong but... Is that Mitsuhide slightly trolling people without knowing what that actually is? lol As I said, he’d make a great modern- day actor. !? That had me surprised. Wow... how my eyes just instantly caught the word kiss before everything else lol Usually, I’m not into mean characters (mean= teasing), partly because I’m kinda like that as well, but Mitsuhide’s level of teasing is just right. He never does anything really hurtful and is able to admit if he went too far and apologizes. I really like that. Awww, there they are, his usual clothes. I really liked the costume... He really enjoys all this “As your husband” stuff lol ... he... He’s only joking right? How can he do that to my heart~? MC, joke back! Say okay! YES! Okay, I need a sec to calm down... I think my heart stopped just now. Yeah, it stopped. Wow, I don’t know if I’m happy or disappointed. But I strongly tend to happy. I feel you. Nobody can escape, MC. Ugh, really. Really!!? Why?? This is like Hideyoshi’s route! Who ordered those soldiers!? And what do they think they are doing??? I mean, MC, just knock them out! Mitsuhide taught you some self-defense didn’t he!? I really hope for you guys you don’t believe this bs... Of course Ranmaru would know. But the other’s wouldn’t know he knows. Aaah, so many secrets... Too many secrets. Ooh, Hideyoshi is impressed. I just wondered... maybe threatening him like in Hideyoshi’s route might work... Hideyoshi is impressed 2nd I’m not sure, but does that mean he trusts him? Bless you, Nobu-tan. Uuh, back story for Mitsuhide is always appreciated! That’s not exactly my top spot for a date, but... okay? No way, don’t tell me... Oh good gracious, how can he stay so calm??? I can’t. Seriously. That’s almost too much for my poor heart. I honestly physically can’t endure this. Where’s Hideyoshi when you need him?!? Gosh, is there some equivalent of lawsuit against abuse of power in the Sengoku era?? Oh? Mitsuhide has a weakness and it’s super cute. ... omg, this is intense. And not in a positive sense. Good for him that he’s fine with it. I’m not. Great, Hideyoshi. Your timing sucks, you know? I didn’t expect that. Damn, now it’s up to three villains?!

Episode 8 Relationship status: It’s complicated. Uhm... no? Thank you. Hmm? Awwwwwww~ He. is. SO. precious. Good gracious, can anyone kick these people’s behinds, please? At least that? Really, no other route had so many disturbing side characters... It’s a mystery to me, too. And you were such a good guy, Yoshimoto~ My god, just stab him already or something! I can’t decide if I hate him or pity him. Again, I’m confused. Oh, okay, I think I’m beginning to understand. Ooooh, is that a tryst? I’m joking, of course. Though I wish it was lol Hah, so she finally figured him out, huh? Yeah, that about sums it up. “Hard to understand kindness”. Woah, that’s mean. What do you mean farwell gift?! Amazing. He’s always telling MC she’s too good-natured, but who’d have thought that Mitsuhide was the most good-natured idiot of them all. Aww, my poor baby is getting wet. Oh oh... Masamune, you can’t be serious? You... have a lot of special skills, huh? You ninja-like warlord. Yay, Mitsunari is such a precious angel. I’m sure Ranmaru is trying to confirm something. Pfff, as if he’d leave unprepared. Of course he is. He dropped hints everywhere if you look close ennough. Aww, Chimaki is still there! Uuuh, go on, Kyuubei. Spill us some secrets! Wow, he’s spilling a lot of things. I anticipated something else, but that’s also amazingly cute! I very much hope this has never happened before. Who figured out that info this fast?

And, wow, I can already tell you, I normally go for the romantic ending first, but this route (very much like Kenshin’s) in and of itself is a an entire drama, so I’ll probably get all the drama out of the way in the first playthrough, haha...

Episode 9 This is really becoming a tangled mess. I don’t know who believes in whom anymore. Hideyoshi is really loyal to a fault. Okay lol So Kennyo is now out of the picture or what? Don’t you dare believe that bs, MC! Ugh, of course not! Good job, girl. It’s interesting that Hideyoshi seriously thinks Nobu-tan would take pity on anyone. He’s taking her because she will be useful, what else. Heh, it’s quite funny to see Nobu-tan so secretive. Though I wonder what he said to make Masamune grin from ear to ear lol Ugh, that guy’s so disgusting, really... I even like Kennyo better. Heck, even Motonari is slightly more likeable. Oooh, I can imagine that. ... no way. Omg, did he really work for such a disgusting prick??? Yeah. No. Those two don’t look like they’re falling for that. Okay, I was wrong. Looks like they’re totally buying it. Oh god, there are more?! I can already see Nobu-tan using MC like a human shield lol Ooooh no. Nooo... Don’t tell me that was a careless mistake. Ugh, I knew it. Yeah, what else could he want other than his one little weakness... Uuh, that was a bit harsh, you know? But I do understand. ... That’s a bit mean, to attack his weakness like that... That’s gonna be a shock for him. I’m pretty darn sure. Told ya. Do I sense a kidnapping? Maybe. “Stupid girl.” I think I heard that kind of nickname somewhere before lol Shoul I call him Oliver from now on? Awww~ Yeah, feelings do strange things to you, huh? Who do you think taught her to be like that? I’m not sure how to interpret the letter...

Episode 10 Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Sasuke for the longest time... Um, isn’t Hideyoshi’s Nobu-tan sense tingling? Omg, if you want a demon’s head, then take a look in the mirror! Thanks, at least one of us believes in him without fail. ... I don’t dare to touch my screen to see what happened... I’m SO relieved! Oh god... and what the hell’s with that calm and composed “Sorry, my hand slipped.”!!? Just... how low can that guy sink? Really now? I think I’d have already kicked him or something to shut that guy up. Don’t tell me...? Is that what Nobu-tan... Wha~t! So Nobu-tan had it all planned out as well? (Yeah, sorry. I liked that nickname too much, so he’ll probably now always be Nobu-tan to me.) Uhm, hey, MC? Would you mind, you know, stopping him from probably landing in prison again? Or worse? Wow, he’s lower than low. He already dropped below Earth’s crust. ...??? Oooh, I see. The poor people who’ll have to rebuild the place again. Do I wanna know? No. Will I read further? You bet I do. Why are Sengoku warlords always doing something stupid? Wow... I already predicted that in episode 6... Someone, anyone, smack some sense into that beautiful head of his. It’s not like I can’t understand his reasoning, but this is just. NO. Trust me, I’m just as surprised as you are. Love rival confirmed? I think so. Oh no~ When did he sleep or eat last!?? Curse you, premium story preview! (I want to read it so bad~) Awwww, Hideyoshi still cares so much~ I already knew he’s a smooth talker but... that’s too adorable. He’s almost worse than Ieyasu at being honest. But only almost. This is so like him it’s making me tear up. Seriously. Wow, it’s really hard to read when everything’s blurry haha... But man, you really can’t leave him alone. He’ll go off and do something stupid. I tell you, we all have to love the heck out of this man. Aaah, I missed this. Wow, that surprised me a bit. Bottom line: That man is absolutely, without doubt, too pure for this world! I love how Hideyoshi doesn’t consider the possibility he might be interupting something lol It’s like he’s trying to train a dog... Pffft, Hideyoshi, really? lol That’s almost cute if you weren’t in the way. Mitsuhide is so not amused. He should have tied him to MC. Awwww~ Okay, that’s definitely cute. “The next time you disappear, at least leave a letter.” Hideyoshi, don’t give him strange ideas lol Good food! Bless you, Masamune! lol Masamune is being way too optimistic about the whole thing. Mitsuhide, you’r not Mitsunari, okay? lol I’d die from embarrassment~ I wouldn’t try that if I were you, Masamune. I knew it lol Everyone would react that way. So he’s still going, huh? Aww, Hideyoshi just wants him to come home. He’s implying he’ll kill him a second time? That’s harsh lol I just imagined MC with Mitsuhide’s tone and way of speaking. It’s hilarious lol She’s seen through you, you know? Heh, who wouold’ve thought. But wasn’t that, like... in episode 2? Wow, talk about dedicated. This is so strange. I always hoped he’d share his secrets, but honest Mitsuhide is making me slightly embarrassed lol Everything was REAL~ My heart... I can’t. I think my heart is melting. Ugh, that guy is ruining my good mood~

Episode 11 (Dramatic) I know he fled, but this feels ominous nonetheless. Man, they are all so quick to throw away their lives... Yikes, that’s harsh, Mitsuhide. It’s amazing how he can be kind through being mean or harsh. Sometimes, MItsuhide’s jokes are strange lol Okay, who’s interrupting? Kyuubei~ Why? lol When did he even have time for that?? Awww, Kyuubei gets my personal Best Subordinate award~ I knew he’d come back lol She’s a totally open book to him. Well, at least his priorities are in the correct order lol Now even Mitsuhide is a bit annoyed lol ... A guest? Hmmm??? Guests? Plural! As straightforward as always, our Yuki lol Mitsuhide is not amused... Interesting... But how do they know? Mitsuhide is SO not amused lol He’s so jealous lol Right? That’s what I wanna know, too. I can tell you one thing for certain: The temporary alliances in this route are plain crazy. Heh... So he told him, then that went that way to those two and finally reached Mitsuhide and MC. Wow, what a long way to travel for some tiny information. Caring Mitsuhide must be a pretty confusing sight for those two lol OMG, Yuki is speechless and Sasuke can’t believe his ears lol But, really, I’m almost sure he planned on saying that. Yuki gets second-hand embarrassment lol For a second... I kinda forgot Kyuubei was there, too. Sorry. I KNEW he did that on purpose. Promise? Promise what? ... I didn’t anticipate such an honest letter.

Episode 12 (Dramatic) Okay...? Awww, he’s really thoughtful. Wow, MC really IS his weakness. Those two are too cute together. Uh-oh... If Sasuke is so serious that probably means trouble. So, apparently, Bakamoto is a thing in this route... Well, at least Bakamoto still stays true to his convictions. ... That surprised me. I mean, I still remember what he said earlier... Is that another formerly very unlikely alliance? Yeah, wonder why that is, Bakamoto. Uh, I don’t think Mitsuhide is happy about this conversation. Pfft, I bet this is his cue to interrupt. Knew it lol How he quickly that went from “not closer than necessary” to “100 steps away or more” lol THAT was definitely a declaration of war lol Love rival definitely confirmed. Now, it’s either kidnapping or assassination attempt. Why is that guy so gross??? Aww, good job, Kyuubei! And Bakamoto, please stop sulking! ... I... Have a very bad feeling. That’s... I can’t find the words. It’s... almost more heart-shattering than the similar situation in Kenshin’s route... OMG, Cybird is trying to kill me. Like, emotionally. I’m terrified to red the next parts. Guys and girls, please have a huge box of tissues ready when reading episode 12 part 6 to 10 (dramatic)!!!! Oh God, even before starting this half, my heart is beating like crazy. No, no no no, I can already tell what he'll try to do. I knew it! ARGH. Damn, where are my tissues? God, zhis is too much for my poor heart. Wait, you aren’t— Seriously?? Omg, I love this MC! As if we can leave like this! But that’s exactly why you’r MItsuhide’s pair, heh. And now I finally get the whole meaning of the preview for the dramatic route.

Episode 13 (Dramatic) They’re really nervous, huh? Ninja surprise! I expected that reaction lol Though I don’t get why they look so happy about his statement... Good job, you two! No doubt there, Mitsuhide is an exceptionally good marksman. Yuki, I don’t know if you’re dissing or praising him... Ugh, I can’t stand that guy anymore. Compared to him, Kennyo looks like a cute little kitten. Those two pull off the most amazing shit I’ve ever seen. With the most funny remarks ever possible. Honestly lol Wow, that guy is also popping up everywhere, huh? Well, we could just leave it to Bakamoto. You can’t say he doesn’t pay back those he owes. How can I hate a 2D character so much? Seriously. Every time this guy shows up I wanna punch him so bad. ... I wouldn’t make him mad if I were you, bastard. Nnnh, I know you can’t, but just stab him already! Come again...? Did he just suggest what I think he did? Nooo~ No Mitsuhide, you don’t! ??? Secret ninja around? Ooooh! No, that’s even better! Serves you right, you rotten bastard! That’s what was meant with controlling posion with poison! And who’d have thought, of course that dickhead has the antidote. You have some nerve, trying to trick the world’s greatest trickster. I should have known Mitsuhide already knew. Heh, I didn’t anticipate this. That’s almost mean, but let’s be honest, that jerk deserves it. Aww, Bakamoto is such a good guy. He wouldn’t needlessly kill anyone. And that’s as funny as it is harsh. Yay~ he made it in time! Aww, they are already leaving? Of course, Yuki doesn’t place value on Mitsuhide being there lol Yup, that’s our favorite tsun. For Yuki, idiot is an affectionate nickname lol And even Bakamoto realizes it now lol Wait wait wait. WHAT?! Noooo~ Seriously?! I think that’s the first time this happened in ANY route!!? I feel you MC. I’d be so startled. But awwww, she’s such a good girl. Oh? Oh!! Mitsuhide is the best! So they’re staying there for a bit? Well, it’s understandable. ... Are you kidding me? lol Well, at least he’s being responsible... Yeah, I can’t live without him as well lol Oooh, okay, so they’re making a quick detour before coming back. On Nobu-tan’s orders, I see. Phew, I was a bit worried about that, tbh. Mitsuhide disguising his affection as jokes/teasing is never getting old lol Oh wow. He’s like... super popular? Or more like... super loved? And if this were modern times he’d definitely share his declaration of MC being his girl on every single social network possible lol Awww, that’s cute. Pfffft, Hideyoshi! Really? lol Kyuubei, you little snitch. Heh, who am I kidding? We love you for that! And so, another one of Mitsuhide’s mysteries is solved. Well, at least for MC, since she’s probably only the second person who knows this. ... uhm, what? Why are you doubting yourself!? Bad taste? Seriously?? You trick her constantly and NOW you claim that could be a problem? Mitsuhide, please. Yay~ Sexy timez~ Oh my, that was dropped like a bomb. But I’m happy about it~ Holy... This might be just me, but that illustration has to be illegal!!! I also have no words, trust me.

Episode 11 (Romantic) Yeah, as if it would be that easy. Oooh, that’s nice, though! Awww, we all know what you wanna say with that, hehe. ... Excuse me, but... WTF??? Okay. Maybe Mitsuhide has lost his mind after everything that happened... Once again I have to acknowledge the hellish ability of his to use words with lotsa meanings... Now, that’s what I’m also curious about now. Don’t like to agree with him, but... – yes, he’s crazy. ... It’s not strange that I’m not trusting this guy, is it? Damn... He’s saying some irritatingly true things. Yikes... If Mitsuhide is oozing killing intent you can bet he’s being 1000% serious...

(Updating when I’m done with episode 11 romantic route second half (￣▽￣*)ゞ)

#Ikemen Sengoku #Akechi Mitsuhide #Main Route #Personal Entry #イケメン戦国 #IkeSen Spoiler

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biarology · 5 years

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Past’s Future but Today’s Past

Oops, I haven’t written for a while. The last post says “3 years” but I am pretty sure its closer to 4. Imagine all the crap in my head that wasn’t released. That explains a lot.

Before I start my travel blogs here’s a summary of the last 3-4 years:

· June 2015 – Mental breakdown with the tip of the iceberg being a friendship breakup. Man that hurt, more than romantic relationships. I guess because you don’t expect them to end? I broke my hand. Punched a marble wall in an elevator (crying and alone). I would have been pretty upset if it didn’t break actually, because a marble wall is pretty hard. Embarrassingly, I still couldn’t, and probably can’t punch properly, with the fracture being in the 5th metacarpal. The rest of the iceberg included: over working, over investing emotional energy into work (but how can you not, you’re working with people)(I’m much better an learning not to now), my half-sister was going through a court case against her step father for fucked up shit.

· July 2015 - went to Bali with my friend for like 2 days lol (with a cast around my arm), because that was booked ages ago. Road tripped down from Darwin to Brisbane with Mum. Long days, long drives, but loved watching the scenery change. Great photos but they’re on Instagram a million scrolls down now. Stayed with my brother and his ex and their dogs and cats for about a month. Mostly in bed.

· August 2015 – moved back down to Gosford and half lived with my parents there, and sister in Sydney. Got a job. Moved to Sydney in about October although work was contract and started on very low hours (~4). So I lost my $17g in savings towards someone else’s mortgage because independence is important to me.

· Throughout Sydney time:

- I got to know sister and sister in law better, they looked after me insanely. And gave me a cat, Dot. Who I love. And miss. And then my twin moved back and away again but that was the best. Got to work with parents better. Rekindled friendships, strengthened friendships, and made new ones. There’s too many of them but they know who they are. they are amazing, and again I don’t know what I’d do without them. Visited Grandam more (so hard to leave). I contracted for a total of 5 companies. And learnt boundaries and “my worth.” One company I’m still working for because they’re amazing and the boss has somehow managed to instil all my own values into the culture of his company. I also life modelled a fair bit. Went to Thailand for 5 days and NZ for 5 days plus some other roadtrips around Aus. Brother was pretty scarily low but now he seems good.

- Saw a psych for a year or 2. Had panic attacks. Exercise is awesome etc.

- I have(had...still weird to say) a boyfriend. For a year. He was good. I learnt how to be vulnerable and trust romantically, I learnt more about my needs and boundaries (lots of boundary learning over the last few years – professional/personal). He also taught me how to cook better (well the idea of cooking better not sure if I have practised it that much), and he always tried/s to enjoy enjoyable things, which sometimes I’m not very good at because my mind is probably stressed about something else. We lived together for 6 months. He now has my cat. I’m so glad they have each other and I miss them. Everything has felt so surreal since I actually decided I need to leave. I needed to leave because travel has been on my to-do-list, and work visas have age limits and my age is limited, so Im actually pushing it. Plus, I was just not coping there. We had different goals (travel vs settle), and some different values. I’d had my mind set on leaving after my sister’s wedding and though I tried to push it back, I couldn’t. And maybe that made me more focused on the negative? Anyway, needed to travel and that’s what I’m doing.

I think that’s most of the 3.5 years summarised. Hhhmmm 3.5 years in 519 words :/

Awww I had some points for the future in my long last post. And now it is the future. Cute. To conclude I’ll just address comments in that post, sentence by sentence:

- Still have lots of love

- Don’t really like myself at the moment though tbh

- I no longer try to beat box, I forgot that I was doing that

- I stopped listening to podcasts while driving in July 2017 because I realised it was contributing to my stress and fatigue – as I was never resting, always on the go

- Body composition even worse now, wish I had what it was then lolz

- Face/acne – improved once I went on the pill, came back when I stopped repeat etc. Didn’t come back once I ceased/decreased gluten/dairy

- So was single for 54 months, and felt the same most of that time – content alone, occasionally lonely. Single again now, apparently.

- Anxiety and depression. Always there. Quit the degree though so no more assignments, though that stress enjoyed report writing

- Oh man did depression and PMS symptoms improve with diet and exercise! So much! I get cramps and nipple tenderness PMS, IF my lifestyle is shit, when its not, I don’t know theyre coming (have to rely no app haha)

- Past/regret – still don’t regret things, as I look at everything as teachings. Though I regret eating so much chocolate

- Future! I have not done WA. I am in Asia right now!! But haven’t organised any volunteering yet. Also not sure when/where/what, I currently need a break from helping people ( a bit drained from Sydney work)(I need to fix that Boom/Bust pattern of work and crash…). Don’t know about hiking at the moment I’m pretty unfit. Haven’t learnt guitar. I think I looked into it and didn’t know where to start so gave up. Gymnastics didn’t improve much but sister got me into more climbing! Drawing improved a little with life drawing groups. Boy did I fix up those dreads (Jess and I combed them out). Still haven’t done Martial Arts but planning to do a Kung Fu/Meditation retreat in a few weeks in Thailand. I better book that. Tomorrow… Am reading more – its apart of my bed time routine 😊. Oh I still need to learn how to write properly!! Grammar and vocab etc.

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fearofaherobrine · 6 years

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Roleplay Server Log #296

“Nameless Server, Trender and the Passports, Deerheart’s Pottery Lesson”

[???] Has wandered far from any builds, just wandering in the woods. His clothes a bit more tattered then when he first arrived-

[Grinny] Is cleaning his ass on the carpet in the middle of the vine room-

[Doc] is talking to Yaunfen and catches him- Grinny! If you're having trouble pooping you need to say something! Don't wipe your butt on the rug!

[Grinny] - Fuck you!

[Doc] That was overly mean.

[Yaunfen] you said fuck to Mada. Bad kitty!

[Grinny] Hisses at Yaunfen-

[Yaunfen] hisses back -

[Doc] Now now, let's not fight. But seriously Grinny, are you having an issue?

[Grinny] - No

[Doc] Gestures at the rug- then can we not? Please?

[Grinny] - Nah, it bothers you so I'm gonna keep doing it

[Yaunfen] you made a stinky! Maybe you need a bath!

[Grinny] - Don't you dare!

[Doc] swats out the soiled wool blocks resignedly and replaces them with cobbles instead

[Grinny] Grumbles and swats at Doc-

[Doc] the claws glance off hir boot- you can only have one since you're being naughty. - Xe sets a white wool block on the surface of the floor. - I'll fix the others whenever I have time-

[Yaunfen] grumpy cat

[Grinny] Huffs and starts sauntering off- By the way, that love struck idiot with no name wandered off

[Doc] How long ago?

[Grinny] - Maybe a few days

[Doc] oh damn it. I've been so busy....

[Grinny] - Well then it sucks to be you

[Yaunfen] takes out a lollipop and licks it- adventure?

[Doc] Don't be a pissant Grinny, the worst that can happen is he'll get lost .

[Grinny] - Whatever

[Doc] turns to Yaunfen- yes, time to go server hunting

[Yaunfen] Yay! Do I get to ride?

[Doc] Yes you do

-the two flip forms as they venture outside and Yaunfen climbs aboard Doc before Xe goes flying off low towards the servers place signal

[???] Is just sitting in the shade of a tree-

[Doc] touches down and Yaunfen hops off, prancing happily with a much smaller lollipop- there you are, did you get lost?

[???] - Hm? Oh, no. I've just been wandering

[Doc] Sorry to be a pest then. Your fellow servers decided to become real so they've been off server for a couple of weeks now

[???] - That would explain how empty the seed feels

[Doc] They'll be back soon enough, apparently they can auto adjust to their surroundings. Currently they both look human, it's odd.

[???] - Ah... You know, I wonder how long it took the others to realize their names...

[Doc] Flux in not sure, she might have chosen her own. I sometimes wonder if Deerheart came with hers to indicate why she was formed.

[Yaunfen] Mada named me!

[???] - It's just, I can feel it on the tip of my tongue, but it just won't come out yet

[Doc] Do you want me to look at your files? It might be there

[???] - You can try

[Yaunfen] curls up next to Doc as they loaf comfortably- [Doc] pulls out hir command block and pushes it up against his foot- lets see what we have here-

[???] Watches curiously-

-The coding is complex, like the other servers but the file Doc is looking for is being evasive-

[Doc] How odd, it's like it's trying to get away so I can't read it...

[Yaunfen] Can't we just give him a name? Splender gave Pinwheel one!

[???] - It wouldn't feel right kiddo

[Yaunfen] Sad face-

[Doc] Have you tried meditating at all? I've heard good things about it.

[???] - Meditating?

[Doc] I have a friend who's a witch. She balanced Flux's energy for her so she'd stop corrupting things accidentally. You just take slow deep breaths and try to think about nothing. It's supposed to relax you so you can think more clearly.

[???] - I can try

[Doc] just do this - Xe takes long, slow breaths in through hir nostrils and out through hir parted lips. Just try to relax everything and not move.

[Yaunfen] is imitating Doc

[???] Imitates Doc, all around them energies begin stirring and coalescing around them in waves-

[Yaunfen] Lets out a little yawn-

[???] His eyes snap open and he sways a little- Woah...

[Doc] What is it?!

[???] - I may not know my name, but I do know what I embody

[Doc] What is it? You seem like a vital person. Something nature oriented I bet.

[???] Smirks- The wild

[Doc] for better or for worse I bet. The passive and hostile mobs forces in tandem

[???] - Well, that's one thing solved! I'm sure the name will come along soon enough!

[Yaunfen] leans over and is making soft snores with hir head on Doc's paw-

[Doc] You're probably right, it's good progress at least.

[???] - I think your little one needs tending to

[Doc] leans over to give the little dragon a kiss on one of their horns. Xe curls hir tail around to cover the child with hir fluff. - they're safe with me.

[???] - I think I'll just go wander some more

[Doc] just don't be a stranger okay? Call for help over the chat if you need it.

[???] - Will do

[CP] Has been pacing nearly nonstop and had increased the temperature in the bunker due to agitation-

[Deer] - CP calm down, you're turning this into a sauna

[Notch] is up and moving around a bit, but still feels poorly.

[Flux] - CP, why don't you go outside for a bit?

[CP] - No need to

[Notch] I'm not looking forward to this, but I think it's probably time to head out.

[Flux] - Are you sure? There's not that much of a rush...

[Notch] There's the cop to take into account...

[CP] - Well who all will be going then?

[Deer] - I'd like to go

[Flux] - I am most certainly going

[Notch] You know I'll have to take a plane right? It's gonna be rather boring.

[CP] - Not necessarily, I think you can still pay cash for trains...

[Notch] Across an ocean?

[CP] Shrugs- Boat?

[Notch] Again. Across an ocean? That could take more time then we have. I mean we can go on a cruise someday if you really want too.

[CP] - Oh fuck no!

[Notch] I didn't think so.

[CP] - Fine then, I'll just go ahead and teleport us to Dawn's island then...

[Notch] Is everything arranged? I know it's short notice...

[CP] - Who cares

[Notch] Sighs-

[CP] Reaches out and grabs a bit of each of them and concentrates, one moment they're in the bunker and the next they are on a sandy beach-

[Notch] Looks around. - well this is pretty.

[CP] - Yeah yeah, whatever. Let's go find Dawn- Starts storming off

[Mort] Is cutting the long grass in the yard shorter with a scythe.

[Deer] - Ah! Mort!

[Mort] Hello? Do I.. know you?

[Deer] - It's me! Deer!

[Mort] Deerheart? What happened to your.... - waves his hand vaguely around his head-

[Flux] - Our programming allowed us to adjust so we would not stand out as much

[Mort] Oh!

[Dawn] Is coming down off a ladder, with several roof shingles and a hammer- So I presume the other vision is Flux? And Markus. Nice to see you going irl again.

[Notch] It needed to be done.

[CP] Is at the back of the group-

[Flux] - It is good to see you again Dawn

[Notch] Blinks suddenly - Oh crap....

[CP] - What?

[Notch] I need my passport....

[CP] Starts laughing- You're going to get screwed over by that!?

[Flux] - Passport?

[Deer] - What's that?

[Notch] They'll check it when I re-enter the country! It's supposed to be traceable remember?

[Mort] It's shows your identity when you're in a different contry.

[CP] - Do you even know where it is?

[Notch] In a box under my bed.

[CP] - Well then it sucks to be you

[Deer] - CP that's mean, go get it

[Flux] - If it's required to get in...

[Dawn] If it makes you feel any better I did get you one thing you'll need.

[Notch] Hmm?

[Dawn] Opens the front door and drags out a decent looking suitcase that was obviously bought second-hand. - I got some loose clothes too, and the basic toothbrush, toothpaste and deodorant combo for travellers.

[Notch] That's very thoughtful.

[Dawn] No problem.

[Flux] - How are Deer and I supposed to get in then if we do not have this passport item?

[Deer] - Ohhh, that might be a problem

[Notch] Helpless look.

[Dawn] I thought you guys could copy things?

[CP] - Copy yes, but making it match them would be very difficult

[Dawn] Then I don't know. I can get you a ticket, but you still have to pass airport security.

[Deer] - CP, what about your teleportation abilities, could we just meet Notch there?

[CP] - Well yes, but that doesn't mean I want to

[Notch] Either way I still need my passport. -hopeless tone.

[CP] - Oh for fucks sake fine! I'll be right back- He teleports over to Notch's apartment into his bedroom, keeping his eyes closed until he's down low enough so the glow won't be visible from the outside. Opening his eyes he casts around for the bed and starts reaching under

-There's a shoe box with worn edges near the wall. Along with several single socks, a koosh ball, a lot of spare change and a mario amibo.

[CP] Grabs the koosh ball and then drags out the box out and opens it-

-the box has a passport and some old photos. A birth certificate and some bank register books.

[CP] Grabs the passport and teleports back to the island before throwing it at Notch- Here's your fucking passport!

[Notch] gets swatted in the face with it- ow.

[Dawn] Could Doc do something with it? The security stuff is tiny digital printing after all.

[CP] - Oh fuck no, they do not need to be involved, I can go talk to Slender and see how he manages it

[Samhedi] wanders out and investigates Deerheart's feet. The other hens stay a few steps behind him, just hunting for bugs-

[Deer] - Awww, hello birdy- Is hesitant to touch it

[Flux] Looks at the black rooster curiously-

[CP] Teleports off-

[Samhedi] Curious head cock and the beak opens and closes slowly-

[Mort] It's okay, he's friendly. You can pick him up if you want.

[Deer] Touches him and shudders- Oh.... That's distracting...

[Dawn] He's just a rooster. I mean he's a bit unusual since he can't make noise, but that's all.

[Deer] - I see, but now I know what Doc was talking about when they said everything was distracting...

[Dawn] I guess if you're used to lower detail I can understand. - turns to Flux- How are your energies faring?

[Samhedi] Firmly sits on Deerheart's foot.

[Flux] - Well, I believe...

[Deer] Looks at the rooster- Oh, okay

[Samhedi] Settles into being warm, his feathers are extremely fluffy-

[Dawn] Rubs her hands together and passes them over Flux's front slowly- Muuuuch better. Especially your lower chakras. Been having fun?

[Notch] Turns a bit pink.

[Flux] - You mean intercourse? Yes

[Dawn] Not the most romantic way to put it, but I'm happy for you. I can feel the love radiating off of Markus here. You found a good one.

-Some of the hens sit down next to Samhedi, effectively surrounding Deerheart-

[Deer] - I think they like me

[Mort] You have peaceful energies. They're sensitive from hanging around us. Hey... you want to see my latest artwork?

[Deer] - Sure, but somebody might need to move these guys

[Mort] You have cats right? Same technique

[Deer] Carefully gets her foot out from under the rooster- Okay, I think I got it

[Mort] You've got it. Come on over here, heads for the side of the house-

[Deer] Follows curiously-

-There's a shed with an open side in the shade of the house, there's a kiln and a kick wheel and several shelves of pottery at the back.

[Deer] - Did you make all of this?

[Mort] Oh yes. Dawn taught me, but she only keeps a few favorite pieces in the house. The rest goes to the shop. I'm still practicing. It's kinda hard when your fingers are so poky.

[Deer] - I would guess so... The only things we can make out of clay at home are flower pots and bricks

[Mort] Aww... I think you'd like the wheel, you seem like someone who appreciates getting dirty.

[Deer] - Yeah, I miss my hooves though

[Mort] Will Doc fix them when you go back?

[Deer] - They should just transition back... But that... Wheel, thing is interesting

[Mort] Here, I'll show you how to use it. Just sit right here - Indicates a small stool that will put the round part of the wheel between her spread legs-

[Deer] Sits down and carefully touches the wheel-

-The metal is cool and grooved in a circle, it turns a little as she bumps it sitting down-

[Deer] - All this seems so weird...

[Mort] How come? - He's taking a big ball of wet white clay out of a bucket-

[Deer] - I'm just not used to it and there's so much detail

[Mort] Pulls up a chair next to her- Then I guess relish it for being a new experience. I gotta slam it, I'm saying so I don't startle you.

[Deer] - Okay

[Mort] Bashes the ball of clay against the center of the wheel- It won't stick otherwise.

[Deer] - So what do you do?

[Mort] try just kicking the pedal on the right to get a feel for it. It makes the whole thing spin. - He puts a bowl of water next to her.

[Deer] Gives it a kick, it's a bit rough on her tender feet-

[Mort] You don't have to kick it hard, just kinda pump the pedal -

-The wheel spins around slowly-

[Deer] Tries it, she's fascinated by the motion of the wheel-

[Mort] To start out, You gotta get it symmetrical - He dips his hands in the water and presses one on top of the lump and the other on the side, making it into a puck shape as the wheel turns it

[Deer] Watches closely-

[Mort] Now you can play with it. Wet your hands, try spinning it and stick your thumb in the middle as it goes.

[Deer] Dips her hands into the water and puts them on the clay, she is quickly distracted by the feel-

-The spinning mass forms a hole around her thumb and the grainy clay is slightly scratchy as it burrs past her wet fingers.

[Deer] - I can't... I can't draw away from the feeling of this...

[Mort] You don't have too. Just use your hands, kinda pinch from the outside and the inside at the same time with one hand.

[Deer] Moves her hands and shudders-

-The clay rises in a decent wall under her hands, it's kind of a tube now.

[Deer] Pinches too hard-

-The wall collapses and a little rind peels off the top and flips away into the basin under the wheel-

[Mort] whoops! That's okay. Just be gentle. - He pressses a hand next to hers, lowering the wall of the tube so it looks more like a puck again-

[Deer] - This is kinda overwhelming, I'm not used to feeling so much

[Mort] Good or bad?

[Deer] - Good, but overwhelming

[Mort] Smiles- Try again then. I'll fire whatever you make and you can take it home with you.

[Deer] Nods and starts over again-

-The wall rises under her fingers again and gets to a decent height-

[Mort] Much better-

[Deer] - Now what?

[Mort] What do you want it to be? It can be a bowl or a vase, or a big mug. A plate wouldn't be much of a challenge, but handles and legs and things can be added later.

[Deer] - Let's just start with a bowl

[Mort] Then put your fingers around the edge and guide it outwards a little-

[Deer] Follows the instructions carefully-

-The edges flow outward a bit and the tube becomes more bowl shaped-

[Deer] - Accidentally scraps her foot on the wheel and hisses in a breathe-

[Mort] You okay?

[Deer] - Scraped myself

[Mort] Checks her foot-

-There's a bit of blood coming from where she scraped herself-

[Mort] Aww, here, I'll get some clean water. Just let the wheel slow to a stop on it's own.

[Deer] - Okay

-The wheel cranks around to a standstill and the bowl looks pretty nice for a first try.

[Mort] Puts a bowl of clean cool water by her foot to rinse off in.

[Deer] Sticks her foot in- Thank you

[Mort] Looks over her work- You're welcome. And it's okay. It needs to dry on the wheel a bit before I can cut it off. Tell you what, pick a color combo and I'll finish it for you. It'll need to dry for at least three days before it can be fired anyway.

[Deer] Thinks for a moment- Hmmm, purple and yellow

[Mort] I've got kind of a plum color and a yellow, is that okay?

[Deer] - Sure!

[CP] Teleports back with a couple of small books in his possession-

[Notch] Jumps as Cp appears rather close to him-

[Dawn] eyebrow-

[CP] - Well, learned a lot about how the other pasta's get back to the manor if they aren't there when it moves

[Dawn] Do tell.

[CP] Holds up the books- These are basically blank passports with a bit of Slender power embedded in them, more specifically their power to bend what others perceive. A bit of blood from Deer and Flux will bind these to them and anybody who looks at them other than those two will see a legitimate passport

[Dawn] Niiiice trick. Though making a blood oath with a book implies a certain level of trust.

[CP] Or necessity after having to retrieve the others a number of times

[Notch] ... I wish you would have gotten three...

[CP] - Why?

[Notch] Mine doesn't have a stamp showing I left Sweden in any legitimate way....

[CP] - And that's my problem how?

[Notch] Sadly- I didn't say it was...

[Dawn] it would have made things easier.

[CP] - I don't wanna go get another one though!

[Notch] Looks down- I'll just... deal with it..

[Dawn] Gives Cp a look because he's being shitty to his dad.

[CP] Ignores the look-

-There's a bit of static amongst the tree's-

[Flux] - Will not having this stamp cause problems?

[Notch] I have no idea. I guess I can just make something up. But I risk getting in more trouble by lying.

[Dawn] Gets a crawly sensation on her neck and is looking a bit more alert.

-There's a bit of movement amongst the tree's before Trender comes out-

[Flux] Takes Notch's hand- Then use mine, I'm sure with CP's help I can get over there without the use of a plane

[Dawn] Friend of yours?

[CP] - Fucking Nether

[Trender] - I'm sorry to intrude, but brother sent me

[Dawn] Slender I presume?

[Trender] - Yes, I am Trender by the way, a pleasure to meet you, not so much your clothes

[Dawn] Dawn Razor, charmed I'm sure. What's wrong with my clothes? I was working on the roof when everyone showed up.

[CP] - It's his thing, just ignore it. Why are you here?

[Trender] Holds up two more books- Brother happened to scan your mind while you were making your request and realized two books would not be enough

[Notch] Grateful tone- Thank you for that. It was my fault partially for not remembering that I needed exit stamps from where I was too.

[Trender] - Yes, and one for Herobrine as well

[CP] - Why the fuck do I need one!? I don't need to go on the fucking plane!

[Notch] Peanuts?

[Dawn] Little chuckle-

[CP] - Does it look like I can even fit in one of those tiny ass seats?

[Trender] Sighs-

[Dawn] I can maybe get an upgrade? It's short notice and it won't be cheap....

[Trender] - Cost does not have to be a problem, I can easily reimburse you

[Dawn] That's very kind of you. What's your deal anyway? You look like a fashionista and it looks tailored too. You sew your own gear? It's very nice.

[Trender] - Yes, I do make my own clothes, I tend to feed off of the confidence when people are happy with what they are wearing. Thus why I will find proper clothes for them or make them for them

[Dawn] You know... maybe I can do you a favor as well. I'm bad about hoarding stuff I'll never get around to using, Stay here a sec. I'll be right back.

[Notch] Watches her go and then looks up at Trender. - The party was decent if you're wondering. Everyone looked really nice.

[Trender] - Ah, that's good. I'm glad it was enjoyed

[Notch] You shoulda seen Doc's outfit. Cp about had a coronary.

[Trender] - Oh really? With your permission, I could see it in your mind

[Notch] Really? Okay- He focuses on the memory of Doc leaving in hir short dress and long boots accompanied by Yaunfen in their little bowtie.

[Trender] - Could be a bit better fitted, but otherwise passable

[Dawn] Comes back with a rather large cookie tin-

[Trender] Glances at it curiously-

[Dawn] I've had these forever, take them with my blessings- She opens the tin and holds it up. The sunlight glitters on the contents. It's full of beautiful antique buttons grouped onto little strings to keep the matching ones together. There's metal and crystal and delicately cut glass. - I never wear fancy clothes anyway. Attracts too much attention in my line of work- grins-

[Trender] Lifts some of these to inspect- Ah, these can definitely be put to use- He takes the tin from her

[CP] - Can you go now?

[Trender] - Oh alright, here are the books- He hands over the books and then teleports away

[Notch] a bit too late- Thanks-

[CP] Throws a book at Notch-

[Notch] Gets hit in the chest with it and just picks it up resignedly. - Dawn? Can you hold onto my other one for safekeeping? It's probably illegal to have two.

[Dawn] Gladly - takes it.

[Notch] How do I do this? Just prick myself with something and make a print?

[CP] - As far as I can tell, yes

[Notch] Can I borrow your sword?

[CP] Rolls his eyes but holds the sword out-

[Notch] Pricks his thumb on the tip and the little bit of blood dribbles down the blue diamond surface. Then makes a bloody print on the book with it before sticking his finger in his mouth.

[Flux] Looks at her own book before reaching out for the sword as well, her blood color is much darker, almost a purple, but just red enough to pass as human-

[Mort] Takes out a wire on two little sticks and wraps it around his hands like a garotte- Watch this. This is how you get the pot off. - He draws the wire under the pot along the surface of the wheel like someone cutting cheese. - Then you just scoot it off. I'll put it on the table for now to dry. We should probably see what the others are up too anyway. I'll take it from here.

[Deer] - Oh! Right, they're probably about ready to go

[Deer] Hurries back over to the group- Are we ready to go?

[Dawn] Did you have fun? You're both covered in clay droplets.

[Mort] We had a nice little lesson.

[Deer] - Guess I did get a bit dirty

[CP] - You do realize you'll have to put your shoes on, right?

[Deer] Whines-

[Dawn] Yeah... some places won't even let you in if you don't have shoes on.

[Mort] [who is only wearing a pair of shorts over his bare pelvic bones] Or a shirt either.

[Deer] - But I prefer being naked!

[Mort] Amen sister. Well I like having my waist covered, but otherwise. Yeah.

[CP] Tosses the third book at Deer] - Just get a bit of your blood on this

[Deer] - Why?

[CP] - So you can get through customs

[Dawn] It's irritating but it keeps people from getting suspicious

[Deer] - CP, can I use your sword?

[CP] Groans but moves the sword towards her-

[Deer] Cuts herself and marks the book-

[CP] - Can we go now?

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yay! finally updated again, sheesh. in this i gain some sidekicks! and we learn that in the fade, there is no language.

Chapter 9: A Brief Intensity Surrounded by Repose

As soon as I notice the fact I haven’t dreamed yet since I got here, I poof into the fade. Not like how most people dream in the fade- No, this looks more like how the fade shows up in origins with the Sloth demon. Basically, I’m in the remains of half of my bedroom back in my dorm. Very uncanny valley. Very fallout-like, even. Wonder what ohio looks like in that series? Maybe it’s an area you can travel to in fallout 76. I mean, West Virginia is pretty close, right? I think.

I see a glimmer out of the corner of my eye. I turn, and see a small sparkly cloud. Ooh, is that a wisp? It’s a purple one! Very nice. Hello friend!

It shifts into a slightly different shape, I think that’s how it waves at people! Cute! It zips around a bit, then stops, hovering in front of one of the plushies on my bed.

“Curious? That’s Cayde holding Colonel the chicken. they’re good people.” It floats around over my be, settling on top of a cat plushie. Awww. Adorable, but I kind of miss Molly now-

There’s a rubbing sensation around my leg. I look down-

Oh my goddess it’s a cat-shaped spirit. Oh goddess I could cry. This place is amazing.

Ok ok, calm down. Don’t get too excited. Don’t want to draw too much attention. I pick up the cat-spirit, and sit on my bed with them on my lap. Alright, so I can dream here, That’s good! Some people come here without the ability to enter the fade. This gives me a place where I can sit and actually think without any interruptions. Wonder if I can walk between dreams..? Eh, I’m alright where I am actually. I don’t really want to risk that sort of thing. I mean, sure that’d be cool, but I’m not really good at... exploring in unfamiliar places without getting really anxious and panicky. And on the fade, that hurts more than just me. I pet the cat-spirit friend, whose name I don’t know yet.

Hmmm... I wonder. I get the feeling it was my inner voice that drew the wisp and cat spirit here, but I wonder if I can give them other cool things too, like... music maybe? Hm. What should it be? Don’t want to go too intense or morbid with the first one, and it should be one I know pretty well already. I don’t want to sing actual foreign lyrics that I can’t remember correctly without having the information on my phone. So. Hearse song, Walk On Water, and Yoi Yoi Kokon at off the table for now. Last one is a bit too fast for me anyway. Maybe... Hallelujah? But which one? I can go with the Leanord Cohen one, or the one Brendon Urie wrote. To be honest when I saw that title for a Panic! At the Disco song I assumed it was another cover of the first one, but no it just has the same name. ... If someone I know actually walks in on this, I think it’s better if it’s the first one. I really don’t want him to get the wrong idea about me.

How does it start again? Oh right.

“Now I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?” The wisp seems interested, and Cat starts purring. Approval! Good.

“It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah~” I make sure to keep my eyes part way open during the chorus. I don’t want to get startled if more people show up.

“Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne, and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah~”

No Solas yet, but there are a few silhouettes creeping in around the edge of my room near my desktop.

“You say I took the name in vain

I don't even know the name

But if I did—well, really—what's it to you?

There's a blaze of light in every word

It doesn't matter which you heard

The holy or the broken Hallelujah~”

Cat is really calming to pet. Like a chinchilla, with more fur than a cat actually has in real life but I don’t mind, they’re trying their best to be a cat.

This next part is probably the most important one, so it’s good that I can kind of sense the spirits reacting to him being nearby. I’m pretty sure that’s who they see, anyway. They’re kind of parting to make room, and looking back.

“I did my best, it wasn't much

I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

And even though it all went wrong

I'll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah...”

Yep, there he is. I finish up the final chorus, then wave.

“Solas!”

“Making friends, I see.” Woah, I can understand him! This is great! I was worried about how I could talk to him without making Shiloh involved.

“Yeah, these two showed up when I first got here! They’re adorable, right?”

He seems a little surprised by my response, but recovers quickly with a raised eyebrow. I can’t tell if he’s surprised I could understand him, or by my... unique personality.

“Most wouldn’t describe them as such. You aren’t suspicious of them?”

“No, not really. They’re just curious after all- As far as I’m aware, they haven’t seen anything like me or my room before. I don’t blame them, if I’d never seen a computer before I’d be confused too.”

“... I’ll admit to some curiosity myself. A... computer?”

“The black square thing on that desk over there.” I point to the other side of the room, across from where I’m sitting on the bed. Huh. “You’re not asking about how I know they’ve never seen anyone like me before?”

He turns back to me after inspecting my desk. “I didn’t expect you to answer.”

“Why not? I don’t mind. I already told the others- or... tried to tell them I had information to share. Go ahead and ask!”

He looks at me perplexed. “You’re certain? Why share personal information with someone you know so little?”

Time to store the pot a bit, I guess. “First of all, that’s how meeting people goes, isn’t it? Everyone’s a stranger at first. Then you exchange tidbits about each other to get to know people. Then those tidbits get bigger and more important until you can say you really know someone. Second, I already know quite a bit about you guys, so. It’s only fair, right?”

He narrows his eyes. He took the hint, I think. “... Is that so? How, exactly, do you know me- us- so well?”

“I have some prior knowledge about what’s going to happen. I kind of want to wait until everyone’s in the loop to share it all though, if that’s ok. It’s only fair, if it involves everyone, right? Suffice to say, I like you guys and I want to make sure everything ends up in a good way.”

“How do you classify ‘a good way’ in this case? There’s a hole in the sky. Is the best case for you the closing of the breach?”

“It doesn’t end there, but that’s definitely part of it.” I snort. “I know you’re trying to find out how much I know. I don’t intend to share secrets without the express permission of the person who they’re owned by, unless that person is an irredeemable ass waffle, in which case I really couldn’t give less of a shit what the striped stockings corpse man thinks.”

He raises an eyebrow. “... Striped stockings corpse man?”

“The Elder One. The guy who probably brought me here in the first place. And before you ask if I think I’m here through some divine will slash ‘providence’ as Cassandra puts it, I don’t know. I’m keeping my options open, I guess. Just because Corypheus brought me here directly doesn’t mean no one guided that to happen indirectly, you know?”

I can’t read that expression. “You aren’t andrastian, I take it?”

Snrk. “Hells, no. I’m not a member of any organized religion to be honest. At least, I’m not part of any widely recognized group or church. You could say I’m agnostic. I believe figures did or do exist, but I have no reason to believe any of them are solely in charge, or that any of them aren’t the same people.” I pause to take a breath. I probably don’t need to though, this is a dream. “But... I am a witch. I do have one entity I kind of... ‘follow’, I guess. It’s more of a partnership than a worship thing though.”

“And what entity is that?” At this point, he sits on my desk chair. He gets a little startled when the chair moves a bit more than he expected, and I giggle. No one here has experienced chairs with wheels, I guess.

“Where I’m from, she’s called Baba Yaga. She’s more of a mythical creature than a goddess, a lot of people call her a witch of the wilds. She shows up in a lot of old legends and tales as a character with various names, who either tries to trick or teach the hero lessons, kind of a trickster. It’s not just in one culture either, a lot of places have similar stories just with different names.”

“Speaking of culture, you seem rather out of place here. Where are you from, beyond the sea?”

“To be honest, I have no clue if that’s true or not. Where I’m from, people have already found at least 90% of the land of the world. The only places we haven’t looked are under the oceans and past the stars.”

“That far? Your people sound well travelled.” He sounds intrigued.

“I guess? But to be honest, it’s not really a ‘my people’ sort of accomplishment. We have various cultures back home who discovered places mine hadn’t. And it’s not exactly... the process wasn’t exactly peaceful.”

“Oh?”

“I’d assume war is a pretty common thread in many worlds. And empires.” I pet Cat a bit more. “And bigotry. And manifest destiny. Do you guys have a word for manifest destiny?”

“That depends on its definition.”

“People saying they have the right to take whatever they want because their god- who they also claim has ‘chosen them’- says they can.”

“Ah. Yes, that’s happened before.”

“Yeah.” I sigh. What a long and exhausting conversation to have after not being able to have one for a while, sheesh. “That got... a bit heavy. Sorry, I went on a tangent.”

“No worries. The conversation was quite enlightening, in fact.” He stands up from the chair.

Hells, I’m sure it was. Oof. “Hey, before you go- I know the little one next to me is a wisp, but do you have any idea what this one’s name is? I’ve just been calling them Cat and it feels a bit rude.”

“Oh?” He inspects the spirit currently purring on my lap. “It seems to be a young spirit, perhaps recently formed. If I had to guess, I believe it’s a spirit of Repose.”

“Repose? That means calm, right? Fitting!” Hmm. “That’s a pretty formal sounding name for such a young one though. A nickname might be nice. Oooh! Posey! That’s perfect!”

Solas chuckles. “Varric was right. It’s hard to tell your age- you seem older than you should be one moment, then have a moment of childlike innocence the next.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know, I look more like a weird, sick-looking child. My eyebags could hold barrels. But I swear, I am 21. I just have some... mental and physical issues that make me uniquely weird.”

“Such as?”

“Where would I even begin? Besides, I don’t know how long we’ve been here, but I have a feeling it’s almost time to... ‘wake up’?” Wiggle brows.

His expression becomes more serious for a moment, then he sighs. “You’re certainly an odd person, Pristine. Though I suppose you’re right, I will need to wait to learn what you know.” He gives me a narrow-eyed look. “Understand, however. I will learn what you know eventually. And if you intend to endanger-“

“Solas. Dude. You’re getting a little intense here. I literally just said I’ll be telling everyone what I know- so long as I have the permission of the individual it belongs to, unless they’re an asshole like Corypheus. I’m not going around blackmailing people here.”

He’s silent for a moment, as he holds his look. Then he raises an eyebrow. “... You are very sure about this, aren’t you.”

I laugh. “Hells, no! I have some inkling of what I’m doing but specifics of each bit of the plan? Fuck no. Now, is there anything else you wanna ask before I wake up? Cus. If I sleep in, my sleep schedule is going to go back to nocturnal mode and that won’t end well.”

He chuckles, as he stands up. “No. I will leave you be, I’ve intruded in your space long enough tonight. Though, I do have a request.”

“Hm?” I start petting Posey again.

“Tell me more of your world in the future. It makes for an interesting conversation topic.”

I snort again. “Sure. I have no doubt it’s going to be a very popular one in the coming days. Especially from Varric and some others- Oy vey he and Josie are going to be insatiable.”

He nods, and disappears. For a while longer, I relax with Posey and the wisp, humming in relative silence. Other than a few curious spirits who watch from a distance, no one else visits. It’s a pretty satisfying night.

And then I wake up.

———

While I wait for the rest of the inquisition to finish setting everything up, I have time to think about how I’m going to explain myself. Because a lot of other people would, in my place, hold off telling anyone what they know until much later when they think it’s safe, or when the information is forced out of them. In another world, like Naruto for instance, I’d probably do just that. In that world it wouldn’t be safe to share what I know until I’d be sure no one would spread the information around willy-nilly, too many people behind the scenes would eavesdrop, kill me for knowing too much, or try to kidnap me for their own agenda.

Here though, it’s different. I have a filter through Shiloh, who I trust with my entire being, as well as a position of some importance to the inquisition and therefore protection. I trust it’s safe to tell them because they can’t risk losing my mark, and they’ll have to work with me until the breach is sealed at least. There’s also the whole “Herald” thing- while I’m not sure Andraste is the direct reason I’m here, a lot of people here do. It lends some credence to my other-worldly story. If I was sent here by the Maker, who’s to say they didn’t give me prior knowledge of what’s going to happen? And even if they don’t believe me, the events coming up will definitely help me convince them somewhat.

That isn’t to say I’m going to reveal everything I know- I’m not showing what I know about some people to everyone else. I fully believe they should be the ones to tell people themselves, it’s not my place. Also, I want to at least talk to everyone individually at some point- hopefully convincing some of them to change their minds about certain things. Looking at you, Solas.

Of course, there’s also the other inner circle. The characters only I really know back in my world. They’re going to be a bit... tricky. I’ve met Shiloh and Osiria, they’ll be very helpful, and they have similar goals to me. The others- I’ve seen one or two of them around Haven, but I haven’t approached them yet. I know I’ll meet at least two or three of them soon, the Trevelyans usually stick together after all, and Jaimie is going to be important to the Inquisition with her mages. Haven’t seen the Lavellans yet, but they should be ok. In my story, they evacuated the Conclave before it blew up after being warned by Shiloh and set up camp further down the mountain with Cadash. And since Jaimie and her group got the same warning from Shiloh and they made it out, I know Sahrel and Olivia are safe and with Elisa.

Then there’s the Valo-kas. Osiria had left the group before the conclave was even arranged and kept in touch. They weren’t even in the temple before it blew, and they left after rightfully assuming it was too dangerous to stay. We might be able to recruit their help later. I hope so, my Shokrakar and Cassandra are so cute together.

The game’s inner circle will be recruited as normal, of course. I plan to reveal the knowledge I have multiple times as we take them in, repeating what I know is better than keeping some out of the loop, or worse making everyone wait until after the breach is sealed the first time.

Thinking about everyone we’ll be bringing in brings up another point- no not the mage vs templar thing that’s a different point altogether. An important point, but still. I wonder if the fact I have multiple Hawkes and Wardens will change the story at all? I know Gerard would never leave Anders and Fenris behind. And Aahil isn’t one to let Morrigan and their son go so easily. Then there’s Abeera as queen... Oof, my head. This is emotionally tiring me.

The point is moot for now, anyway. I watched Cullen put up the sign on the Chantry door today. I’m going to have to pull my social skills together soon. Time to explain myself.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #modern girl in thedas #Solas #pristine did a page

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my-obsession-with-fiction · 7 years

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InSaNiTy or DiE

One day, four teenagers venture into the mysterious forest on the outskirts of town. As they travel deeper into the forest, they notice that they are surrounded in darkness. The moon that they used to see high in the night sky, now disappears into the thick of trees. Suddenly, a low rumble is heard from the sky. The rain starts to pour down. All the teens scramble to get under a tree. As they desperately try to stay dry, one of the teens spots something off in the distance.

“Hey guys, look up ahead!” Cathy announced, “There’s a big mansion up ahead. We should spend the night there.”

“I don’t know Cathy. That mansion looks haunted,” Elizabeth stated.

“Awww Lizzy, don’t be such a scaredy cat,” John said teasingly.

“I am not a scaredy cat!” Elizabeth pouted.

“I think we should go to the mansion,” Mark stated, “It’s better than standing out in the cold getting drenched.”

“Well either way, we need to find shelter, and soon,” John said.

“I still don’t have a good feeling about this,” Elizabeth whispered.

Nevertheless, all four teens trecked to the the front door of the ammonius looking mansion. As they approached the front porch, they had to walk up a flight of rotting wood. Each step creaked as they ascended the stairs. When they reached the front door, Mark hesitantly raised his hand to knock on the door. Before his hand touched the wood, the door started to open. Everybody glanced at one another and slowly made their way into the mansion. When everyone was inside, the door slammed shut, closing off their only way of escape. In a mad dash, the teens ran to the door trying with all their might to open the door. Sadly the door did not budge, they were stuck.

As the teens were thinking of what to do next, a cold breeze made its way through the foyer. Following the breeze was a voice that whispered, “You will be dead by morning.” Then an interior door opened, leading them further into the mansion. As everybody was about to take a step toward the door a voice stopped them.

“Wait, I don’t think we should go through that door,” Elizabeth warned.

“We don’t have a choice Elizabeth,” Mark explained, “We can’t go back out through the front door. We have to find another way to get out.”

Elizabeth released a sigh and reluctantly followed her friends. As the four teens walked down the long corridor, they realized it was getting harder to see. Soon enough they were all stumbling around in the dark trying to make it to the other side. As they approached the door, they saw a light escaping from the other side. When they opened the door, they saw various couches and chairs scattered about the room.

“How about we sleep here?” John suggested. They all agreed and went to find a comfortable spot to fall asleep in. Elizabeth saw that on the other side of the room there was a very big and fluffy couch. She made her way over to the couch. As she was about to sit down, a scream escaped her lips. John rushed over to Elizabeth’s side to see what was wrong, Mark and Cathy were not far behind.

“What happened?” John asked

“The-the couch. On the cushion,” Elizabeth stuttered out. Everyone gasped at what they saw, there was a blood red hand print on the cushion.

“Don’t worry Lizzy. It’s probably just red dye, right?” John said to try and reassure Elizabeth. As John was trying to calm Elizabeth down, something caught Mark’s eye.

“Hey guys, look at that!” Mark exclaimed, “It’s an open window. We can escape.”

“Mark, before you…….” Before Cathy could finish her sentence, Mark high tailed it toward the window.

“Mark, wait!” John screamed.

All the friends were desperately trying to catch Mark. As soon as all the teens were three feet in front of the window, the floor beneath them collapsed. Screams could be heard as all the teens fell down the pitch black hole. In a matter of minutes the teens hit the floor.

“Where are we?” Cathy asked.

“It looks like we’re in the basement of the mansion,” John answered, “We’ll have to find a way back to the main level.”

“How about we start walking.” Mark suggested. All the teens started to follow Mark. They kept walking for what seemed like hours, until Mark excitedly ran ahead of everyone.

“Look guys, it’s a mote,” Mark exclaimed, “I didn’t know these things still existed”

As Mark was peering over the edge, Elizabeth saw something from the corner of her eye. Once she processed what it was, Elizabeth screamed, “MARK! Get away from there!”

“What?” Before Mark could turn around, a crocodile grabbed his arm and pulled him over the ledge. Mark fell into the dark water below. When he resurfaced all the crocodiles started to surround him. Before anyone could react, all the crocodiles started to attack Mark. At first the crocodiles just toyed with him, just biting him here and there. Soon enough they started to dine. All that was heard was the blood curdling scream Mark produced and the thrash of water. The crocodiles torn him limb from limb. The cracking of bones echoed through the dark water. The once black water started to turn a blood red.

The screams died down, and all that was left was the snapping of jaws. All the crocodiles left after they were done with their meal. But one crocodile had something in it’s mouth and threw it up to the teens. It landed on Elizabeth’s leg.

“It’s still warm!” Elizabeth shrieked and kicked her leg up, sending the object flying back into the water.

As John and Cathy looked out into the water to see the object floating, their eyes grew wide. Floating in the water was a bloody hand. All the teens just stared at the hand, not knowing what to do now. Suddenly, they heard movement and looked behind them to see a section of the stone wall start to rise. The three teens silently trudged through the door. When the wall closed behind them, the last thing that was seen, was the hand sinking into the dark water.

When the three teens emerged from the door, they saw a buffet of food laid out on a long table. A grandfather clock stood at the other end of the room, producing a loud click every second. A giant chandelier hung above them, giving light to the room. Beneath their feet was a pure white carpet, not a speck of dirt on it. The table that could easily seat 20 people, only had 3 chairs set.

“Food! I’m starving.” Cathy exclaimed and ran over to the food.

“Cathy, it could be poisoned!” John screamed. Cathy did not hear John’s warning as she took a bite out of a chicken leg. Elizabeth and John waited for the worst. But as they watched Cathy she seemed perfectly fine. As they were sighing in relief to know that Cathy did not get poisoned, Elizabeth saw movement from her eye.

“CATHY! Run!” Elizabeth screamed.

“What?” Before Cathy could move she heard the snap of a chain. She looked up and saw the chandelier falling toward her. A scream erupted from Cathy’s throat. As soon as the scream started, it stopped. The table in front of Cathy broke under the weight of the chandelier. A dust cloud appeared from the rubble. After the dust cleared, the two teens could clearly see that the floor was no longer a pure white. The carpet was now stained blood red. The only part of Cathy that was still visible was her hand, which upon closer inspection was twitching. The two teens were frozen to the floor. They just saw two of their best friends die. There was only one question in both their heads, “Who’s next?”

The door near the grandfather clock suddenly cracked open. Almost daring them to continue forward. The two teens hurriedly walked to the door and away from their friend’s horrific death. They entered a hallway full of doors. The first door on their left opened. They cautiously entered the room, not knowing what was on the other side. As soon as they entered, both teens gasped in shock. On the far side of the room was a moveable rack full of spears,knives, and swords. On the tables there were bottles of poison. There was The Rack right next to the table, set up with ropes to tie the victim down. There were piles of stones in the corner, to be able to press the victim to death. In the center of the room, there was a big cauldron with wood underneath it. The walls were lined up with black metal chains and coffins. There was no doubt about it, they were inside a torture chamber.As the teens were about to bolt out of the room, the door shut with a click. When that happened, Elizabeth abruptly broke down crying.

“What are we going to do, John?” Elizabeth pleaded, “We are going to die in here!”

“Don’t worry Lizzy, you won’t die. I’ll make sure you get to see tomorrow,” John said with a tender voice.

Suddenly, a loud rumble was heard, making the whole room shake. The brick and mortar did not hold the walls in place. All around them chucks of the walls started to crumble. Elizabeth visibly shivered in fright and closed her eyes, waiting for her death. John saw Elizabeth’s scared expression and quickly wrapped her in his arms to protect her from falling debris. Elizabeth gasped at the sudden contact, but clutched onto John tightly. No words were spoken as both teens held onto each other. As soon as the room became quiet again, Elizabeth hesitantly looked up to come into contact with John’s sincere eyes looking back. In what was barely above a whisper, Elizabeth said, “Thank you.”

“I told you, I would protect you Lizzy,” John answered with a sincere smile on his face. As they embraced each other in a hug, John saw something coming toward Elizabeth.

“I…….,” before Elizabeth could finish her sentence, John pushed her away. As she hit the ground, she heard John howl in pain. Her head whipped around to see a gruesome sight. As she looked at where she once stood, tears started to blur her vision. John was impaled by the multiple swords, spears, and knives that was once on the other side of the room. She heard the constant drip of blood coming off the weapons.

She started to sob for all her friends that she lost that night. Her tears mixed with the already bloody floor. As she was crying her heart out, one thought entered her mind, “It’s all my fault.” Everything seemed to halt at that moment. “I could of stopped everyone from entering. All my friends wouldn’t of died. It’s my fault.” Something snapped inside Elizabeth. She started to cry hysterically. She repeatedly said, “It’s my fault. It’s my fault. It’s my fault.” Her crying turned into maniacal laughter. Elizabeth could no longer think straight. She kept sobbing and laughing, not knowing what to do. As her insanity pushed her over the edge, she bolted upright and ran straight into an open coffin. Emerging from the shadows, a hand closed the coffin door behind Elizabeth. “Welcome Elizabeth. We’ve been waiting for you,” The mistress of the mansion said. The only sound that was heard, was the psychotic laughter from the mistress.

#my obsession with fiction #story #one shot #original

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blueneonlightshow-blog · 7 years

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Imitation is more than flattery

“Maarrrrrcooooooo? Where are youuuu?”

The princess searched the house, looking for any sign of the boy. Usually, Marco would still be asleep and she would ‘accidentally’ wake him up by jumping on his bed, but today was different. She entered the room and found him absent from the comfortable looking bed. She thought maybe he already woke up and was making breakfast.

Star made her way downstairs and popped her head in the kitchen. “Marco?”

Still no sign of him. Slightly worried, she tapped her foot, trying to think where he could be. She scanned the living room and saw a note on the table.

Star,

By the time you read this, I’m probably in the city buying some groceries. Before you ask, yes, I’m fine. No I didn’t wake you up because you were sleeping and you seemed so relaxed and I didn’t want to disturb you. Anyway, I’ll be back soon, so try not to accidentally destroy the house.

Marco

Star smiled to herself. “Awww he didn’t want to wake me up. That’s so nice of him.”

She sat down on the couch, wondering what to do since her best friend didn’t want her to do anything crazy yet, but quickly grew bored of not being able to use any magic to entertain herself. She didn’t want to use her dimensional scissors. She wanted to go with Marco. There wasn’t much she could do with her magic. Well… nothing that’ll entertain her without dramatically changing the house.

“Wait! That’s it!” Star beamed happily. She went upstairs and entered Marco’s room again, walking over to his closet. “I think it’s only fair, Diaz. You went through my secrets closet. Now I get to see what you have,” she mischievously stated. She opened the door and started to pull out some everything he had. “Although… technically it was my fault you ended up in my closet in the first place… buuuut you did still go through my journal. And no one goes through my… journal…”

The memory of Marco reading aloud her thoughts came back to her. She remembered the panicked state she was in when Marco turned to chapter eleven of her journal. Sure he was her best friend, but she definitely didn’t want him to read what she really thought of him. She didn’t want him to find out that maybe she didn’t think of him as just her best friend. That maybe she was developing deeper feelings for the boy. That maybe she was falling in love with him. She wasn’t ready to have Marco find out. Heck, she was barely ready to accept the truth herself.

Star began to blush at the thought. “No one goes through my journal…” she said weakly, pulling out another one of his red hoodies. She stared at the clothes, “Heh… that’s kind of stupid… me and Marco…”

She brought the hoodie to her face, picking up Marco’s scent. She grew a deeper shade of red as she held it close to her. She giggled. “You couldn’t have picked a different set of clothes?” she muttered, looking at the pile of red hoodies and black jeans.

Then an idea came to mind. She remembered how Marco used his psychology powers to help figure out her mother issues and how fun it was when he asked her to roleplay as someone close to her. Star looked at the clothes and shrugged. “He’s not gonna notice.”

She changed out of her usual clothes and into Marco’s. Throwing on the hoodie and jeans, she looked at herself in the mirror. Marco wasn’t that tall compared to Star. His jeans were just a bit long and the hoodie seemed to go just down to her upper thigh, but it fit her well enough that it might as well have been her own outfit. She gave a shy smile at her reflection, blushing at what she was doing.

She walked around acting like she was her best friend. “Hey everyone! I’m Marco Diaz! I’m no safe kid! I’m a misunderstood bad boy,” she said to no one in particular. “This is my best friend Star Butterfly. She’s the most awesome person in the universe!” Star motioned to the spot next to her.

Star jumped to where she was previously pointing and responded to herself. “Sup everyone!”

The princess switched back to her Marco side. “Yeah, she’s always showing me all these cool places and stuff. Last week, she took me to a dimension where there’s no gravity.”

“Oh please, you didn’t even want to go, Marco. You were scared you’d float into space!”

“Nah, I’m never scared. I’m all for danger! There’s only one thing I’m scared of!” the girl exclaimed.

She placed her hands on her hips. “Jackie Lynn Thomas?”

“Exactly! I fight monsters and travel to other dimensions but I’m scared of something silly like confessing to Jackie.”

“Ha. Scaredy cat.”

“I’m no Scaredy cat. I’m Marco Diaz! The karate master! And definitely not a safe kid…” Star burst out laughing at her ‘accurate’ representation of her best friend. “What the heck am I even doing?”

“That’s what I’d like to know.”

Star jumped at the voice. She froze in place, knowing exactly who was standing at the doorway.

“Having fun, Star?” She could practically hear him smirking at her embarrassing act.

She turned to see Marco, arms crossed, trying to hold back his laughter. “Marco! You- I- Y-you’re not supposed to be back till later! You lied to me!” Star desperately tried (and failed) to turn the situation on him.

Marco started walking over towards the pile of clothes on the ground. “That’s right Star. I said I’d be back later. And guess what?” He threw the clothes back into his closet before turning to Star with a smile. “It’s later.”

Star stood there, still blushing like crazy. “Th-that’s not fair!”

“Riiiight. I’ll be sure to tell you specifically next time. So you mind telling me what you’re doing in my clothes?”

The princess tried to avoid eye contact as she tried to come up with a valid excuse. “W-well you see, it’s actually really interesting!”

“Oh really... ”

“Yeah! See, on Mewni, we um… we have a holiday! And on that holiday we, uh… we dress up as someone we love-” Star quickly covered her mouth. Oh no. Did she really just confess to him?

It was Marco’s turn to blush. “O-oh… O-okay…”

“Nononononono! Not like that! Or- I mean- not like- well yeah, I do, but- NO WAIT I DIDN’T MEAN THAT- I- I- I-”

“So… you… really like me then?”

The girl was having a complete breakdown. There was no way to recover from this. Not with her horrible attempt at damage control. Now he knows. What if Marco didn’t like her like that? What if she just ruined her relationship with him? Star didn’t know what to say except the truth.

She stared at her feet and quietly answered. “Yes…”

“You like me?” He asked again.

She nodded.

“You like me?”

Another nod.

“You like me-”

“Yes Marco,I really like you!” Star shouted, wanting to get this embarrassing moment over with.

Marco nodded, still red from the confession.

Star still wasn’t sure what he was thinking. Did he accept her feelings? Did he feel awkward about it? Does he want to keep being friends with her?

“Um… Marco? Is this going to change our friendship?” she carefully questioned.

Marco stared at her for a bit before responding. “I’d say so.”

Star felt heartbroken. She didn’t want their friendship to change. She wanted things to stay the way they were. She wanted to keep being Marco’s best friend. But now he feels too awkward about this. He probably wants to stay distant with her.

She looked down and let her hair cover her face. “I’m… sorry Marco. I-”

She felt a pair of hands lift her head up and before she knew it, her lips met his. She was shocked at the sudden action but quickly melted into the kiss. She kissed back with equal passion, her arms sneaking their way around Marco.

The two held each other for a minute before separating. The two looked away, shyly glancing at each other now and then with red faces.

“But… what about Jackie?” Star started

The boy shook his head. “I guess… I grew out of my crush. I spent so much time with you, I started to… I don’t know, fall for you.”

Star lowered her face, too shy to make eye contact. “I… I’m… glad you did,” she quietly whispered.

Marco lifted her head up and gently kissed her again. “You know… that’s a good look for you.”

Star looked down and realized she was still wearing his clothes. She turned away, her face still red. “Heh… thanks... You think… maybe I can keep it?”

Marco smiled. “Sure… but don’t expect me to wear your clothes.”

#starco #star butterfly #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #marco diaz #fanfic

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candy-corps · 7 years

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New Roommate

Jessie belongs to mygardenofmuses.

“It’s a room all for ourselves!”

Jessie looked at him and smiled. “I guess. But I need a bed.” she answered, climbing up on the first bed she saw.

She had arrived to this dimension yesterday, using a time-traveling device Blue had built for her, sporting pink colors, her favourite. She wanted to find her best friend - and thank God, he was fine. Now the worries had subsided, she could tease him all the same, as they used to do before he left. “I can do the bed myself later.” She grins. “I’m going to sleep here now.”

“Yeah sure but … That’s the cat bed… And my bed … And … ” Well, he would be way too lazy to prepare another one right now. There was the mattress Max slept on but … that may be rude. She was a girl and all and … Oh how little did he care. Dae shrugged. “You sleepy?” He was, so sure. it’s been a long day.

“Well, not every day you travel from one universe to another. I’m a delicate flower that needs rest~ Hahahaha!” she laughed and rolled on the bed, getting comfortable. She didn’t care much if it was his bed, to be honest. It was a bed. She was tired and this bed was comfortable. So yes, she’d sleep in it and not even Dae would be able to take her outta there.

“Pfff …. ” It was as good of a reply as he should muster. He pulled off his shirt at least - he’d sleep better with his wings not stuck beneath - before he noticed something off about this whole situation. “That’s my side” he complained, standing there in his undershirt and trousers.

“Too bad for you. Now it’s mine.” She grinned mischievously, pressing her body against that side of the bed. Jessie actually wondered how much Dae would take of her teasing. It had been… how long? Two years? Oh, they had A LOT to catch up in teasing and pranks terms!

“Eeeey .., ” What had he done to be treated so rude? Dae pulled a face and huffed, offended. He flopped on the bed with his full weight just to keep her from being any comfortable. He’d claim his side back later. For now he pulled his trousers down, which was simply simpler that way. Be cursed, tight fitting jeans …

“Awww…” Jessie turned to look at him, and noticed he was shirtless. That was some nice view… when did he get this handsome? Maybe it was something of this world. Either way, it seemed he was a little troubled by his jeans. She arched one eyebrow and giggled. Classic Dae, having trouble with things. “Need help with that, bud?” she asked with a smirk.

“Can I charge 20 bucks when you keep looking?” It was a legit question.

“I don’t have money with me. But I can pay with other things. Give me alternative ways of payment?” Jessie couldn’t help but laugh. She believed this was another of his jokes.

“Worth a try” Dae found. Finally he got his things off and could pull on the blanket to take it from Jess and instead cover himself until he’d be comfy.

Jessie watched him, taking a moment to admire his growth. Sure, he had developed really nicely in those years they spent apart. Some eyecandy never hurts. She didn’t even pay attention to the blanket, given she was still fully clothed - minus her boots. “And how have you been? Last time I talked with Joe, he said he was going to stay… and that you had some girlfriend, or something like that? Can’t remember well.”

“Yeah. Had” Dae pointed out. “And then I lost her. And then you took my side - ” he kept going. This wasn’t okay. He tried to get comfy, but sleeping on this side just wasn’t going to happen.

“Aw…” Maybe she should put the joking aside for a moment. Jessie got up and left the bed. She didn’t want to add up to his chain of bad luck. “In that case, take your side. Don’t want to make things worse.” she said, and picked up her bag. “You won’t happen to have another bed, right? Like, I came prepared in case you don’t, but… if you got one, that would be great.”

“And then you pity me” Dae just kept listing. He didn’t sound sad particularly. He stretched and just claimed all of the bed as his own. He was tired. He yawned. “I’m not going to get up again and I don’t even have another clean set of bed sheets. Sleep here” he insisted. Still blocking the bed and with no intention to move.

“OK.” Given he wasn’t giving her any side of the bed, Jessie decided with the next best option. After all, there were no girlfriends to worry about, and she had enough trust on him to know nothing would happen. She left her jacket and her bag on the couch, and returned to the bed with a smile. “I’ve found a better place to rest.” she half-joked, climbing onto the bed to snuggle by his side. “Mmh. As nice as I thought.”

“Oh you thought about that” Dae said flattered. He’d lifted his wing when Jess came so close and draped it over her for comfort. She felt colder than he was right now but it shouldn’t take long for both to adjust.

“Well, a friend is better than a blanket.” she smiled, winking him an eye. Jessie looked back, admiring his wings. “Is it me, or did your wings grow since last time we talked? You look… taller, and bigger in general.”

“It’s been a year. And a half” Dae admit. He meant to come back sooner, but it’s never seemed to be the right time.

“Really? Woah. Time flies!” Jessie muttered, biting her thumb. “I’ve been busy myself, between looking for jobs, helping mom, occasional heroing, and some travelling. When you do so many things, it looks like time either goes too fast or too slow.”

It did. Dae yawned and therefore got only about half of what Jess said. Something stayed on his mind though: Heroing? She should take care of herself! As a punishment Dae moved, stretched, and used her back as pillow. Shall his weight squish her.

“Am I a good pillow, Mr Bat?” Jessie laughed and moved one of her arms, but it was impossible with her stomach flat on the bed. “Sorry, but you’re dangerously close to my butt. Careful with the toxic fumes, hahahaha!”

“You are way too loud and you are way too hard, too” Dae complained. He reached for his pillow to stack it on top of Jess. There. That was lightly … better? But not all comfortable. “HMMMMMM” Dae hummed, annoyed.

“Hold on, lift your head a bit. I found a way to make it better. I’ll turn around. My belly is softer than my back.” If he wanted to snuggle, she wasn’t going to say no. Cuddling was always something nice.

“Noo … ” Dae whined and shifted more - climbing over her back to have his legs on the one and his front on the other side. So that was … Significantly worse. “Maybe … ” He changed his mind, his voice muffled since his head got buried in the pillow.

Jessie blushed for a moment. That sure looked like… something else. She waited, unsure what was exactly what he wanted. “Can I move now? I promise not to invade your side.”

Dae mumbled something until he got that Jess won’t understand. So he lifted his chin to remind her. “All the bed is my side.”

“Rude.” she chuckled and decided to shift her position anyway. She did it slowly, trying not to disturb Dae… much.

That made him laugh. “Nooo … ” Wasn’t friendship that you got to be rude and not fear consequences … Uh, maybe not. “Come on, I’m all nice now” he promised - yet leaned up to let her move.

“I know, Mr Bat. You’re a good guy.” she moved a little more, until her back was pressed against the mattress. “There, you can rest now. I assure you my belly will be nicer than my back.” It was true. While she wasn’t too fat, she wasn’t thin as a stick either. She had some curves.

“Mmh… ” he just hummed again. Sure it was. But now he was worried he might squish any … important bits. Sure, he could rest his head on her chest or stomach but …

“Feeling comfy?” In that position Jessie had a better access to his head. She ruffled gently his hair. Just as soft and silky as ever.

Yes. But “ … no” was what left Dae’s mouth despite. The teasing tone he always talked in was gone for now. Little did he know in the dark that the brown wood of the bed began to turn grey.

Mist formed in the middle of the room, forming a ball in the air. A ball … with shades.

“Aww. I’ll drop that…” Jessie stopped playing with his hair. Maybe he just wanted to sleep… it was late after all. And truth to be told, she was tired as well. She closed her eyes. “If there’s anything I can do to help, tell me, OK?”

Bun didn’t know why he was here. It was all dark … Black … urgh. Someone should turn on some light, he thought, and made himself turn to be a grey white light bulb.

What a scene. And what to do with it? Bun hovered around, the fog around him glowing still. “I THINK I CAN HELP” he figured finally.

“Quoi, putain!” What was that!?

Jessie gasped and looked around. As far as she knew, Dae and her were alone… right? Or did he have some company she ignored? A little scared, she reached for Dae’s hand. She could handle herself, but… some touch comforted her. “Do we have guests and I didn’t know…?”

“No … ” was the short answer. Not shy any longer Dae clung to jess with arms and wings and all that he got. That thing gave him a heart attack! And it came closer. Why the fuck did it come closer. And … why was it grinning and looking at him? Was it … looking at him? It was hard to tell with the shades …

“It’s a greyface” Dae recognized. He’s never met one before, but his dad told him about them. “They ask questions and put on magic but never something serious” he briefed Jess shortly. Maybe they could still make it go away. “ … Shoo?” he tried.

And shrank. “Uaaah!” he got out - and then it was already done.

“NEVER SOMETHING SERIOUS” Bun repeated laughing. “YOU’RE A CAT BAT FOR 24 HOURS. AND YOU … ” Bun actually turned to Jess, who was now uncovered with Dae of the size of a common house cat beneath the covers. “I LIKE YOU.” And with that, he turned to dust.

Jess blushed deeply when Dae clung to her like that. It wasn’t the first time they were this close, but still… this had some effect on her. Though not for long, since she could see the owner of the voice. Was that… as ghost?!

“So… that is how magic anons look like? It’s the first time I see one.” Jessie mumbled. She turned to Dae, then the strange spirit. “What is go–”

She didn’t have time to ask, as Dae suddenly turned into a bat-kitty. Her eyes went wide in shock. “DAE!” she exclaimed, picking him up into her arms. Jessie looked up, ready to hit the greyface and force him to return her friend to normal… but it was gone already. Groaning in defeat, she sat on the bed and held Dae closer to her in a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry, Dae… I couldn’t protect you…” she mumbled, nuzzling him gently. “It will be over soon. Don’t worry. I won’t go anywhere.”

“What did it do to me - and my face - and my THUMBS” Dae wanted to know. All felt off. And he was … under the covers? He felt furry, too. What did he say he was now? At least he could still move his wings … yay.

“Why me” he also asked. Jess had been right there. Dae pulled his legs up as Jess took him. He kind of felt naked…

“Oh… Thank God, you still can talk. Hold on.” She carried him out of the bed and began to look for a mirror. The moment she found one, she held Dae in front of it, so he could see his new body. “He turned you into a winged cat… and honestly, I don’t know why. He did say he liked me, but I’m not into ghosts. Or anons. Nope.” Shaking her head, she carried Dae back to the bed. “Maybe he was jealous. Either way, he’s not my type.”

“You make that quite clear” Dae noted and tried to look up as he was being carried around. So … he was a cat now. But he still had wings! What was that. But yeah - good he could talk. And twitch with his tail in disapproval. “I think I have legs” he just pointed out. He was no baby.

“Yes, you do. Excuse me.” she left him on the floor, chuckling a bit. “It’s just that you look so cute, I wanted to carry you around everywhere, hahahaha!”

See? He could stand. It was just a little shaky… “I’m not cute. I’m a majestic beast” Dae reminded her. He WAS a cat. Partly.

“Really? Show me how you roar, so I can believe it.” Jessie giggled. It was way too easy to fall into their usual banter when Dae was making it so easy! And to be honest, these kind of exchanges were always fun. She climbed on top of the bed and relaxed. It seemed in the end she would have the bed mostly to herself, after all… at least for tonight.

As if he’d keep it stand like that! “Wait for it … ” Dae warned. He was a cat. He should at least hiss. He made another shaky step forward, braced himself - and hissed. “ …c..c..h..h…. ”

“What was that, kitty?” Jessie turned to face him with a wicked grin. “Looks like you can be majestic, but beast… not so much. Not in that form, at least, hehehehe!”

Still giggling, she reached to pick him up into her arms. “It’s ok though. You’re still cute as a button.” she said, giving him a playful kiss on his furry forehead. She didn’t even think of it - it just happened.

“That’s not how you pay a compliment - ” Dae answered, closing his eyes when Jessie gave his forehead a kiss. “Lift me” Dae asked, whining. There was just no way he’d manage to jump on the bed without making a fool out of himself.

“Very well, kitty.” She lifted him and put him on the bed, right by her side. After that, she picked up a blanket and placed it over his shoulders. “How’s that, better?”

“Nah” he just said, ducked and slipped free. It was strange to have the heavy blanket on him. Besides, he wanted to move some more. Dae stretched out his paws, checking if he could get his claws in and out.

“Guess being small gives you more energy… but I am… aaaoooumm… completely wasted…” she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. “If you don’t mind, I think I’m going to sleep… Unless you need help with something else?”

Why was he so excited all of a sudden? “I’m good, I’m good” he promised. Well. At least in this form he didn’t have to fear that he would squish her in a non comforting manner. Dae took a shy step forward - and onto her arm.

“Mmh?” Jessie opened one eye, noticing his movement. Was he getting… all cat-like? It made sense, after all the cats she had seen here at her arrival. She moved her fingers, following his game.

There. Daes paws shot forward to kill the prey in question - Jess’ fingers.

Jessie couldn’t help but laugh, removing her hand to avoid accidental scratches. “Careful, kitty, you don’t want to hurt me, do you?”

What? “I’d never hurt you” Dae promised - and drew his paws back, just to give himself away with the unmistakable sound of claws being pulled out of fabric. Well keeping those in was way harder than his cats had made it look …

“I know, Dae.” She pulled him close and nuzzled him again. “You’re a good kitty.” It was just way too easy to get cuddly when one of them has such soft fur. And the bed was warm enough to snuggle.

“You think so” Dae figured and laid on his side. With Jess’ hand back there, he reached to paw it once again. Jess won’t judge … much. And he did try to be gentle…

“I do.” Jessie smiled and let him play. Without claws, it would be alright. She caressed gently his fur, and laid her head on the pillows. “Mmh… Good night…”

“G'night” Dae gave back - happy once he caught her hand. He pulled it close to kill - uh - lick it clean. Wait. What was wrong with him? He curled into a ball and thought about his life choices.

“Night…” Jessie was drifting off to sleep. Between the arrival, the encounter, the banter and the surprise anon attack, she had more than enough action for the day. Time to rest and dream for a new day.

Sleep. Yes, maybe. Eventually, Dae too did yawn and snuggle up to the warmth that was Jess. The blanket was disturbing though. As he felt the need to lie down on her face, he called it a day eventually and used his wing to lift the blanket and climbed underneath. He may be naked, but he was just a cat.

Until he was not anymore.

Dae shifted back in the early morning hours when he woke up and found himself fully relaxed on Jess’ side. Too tired than to notice anything off for now, he just put his wing around her again and rested his arm around her middle, keeping her close.

“Mmh…” Unconsciously Jessie snuggled against him. She tended to lean into any hugs almost by default, as if it was some kind of urges out of her control. Either way, the bed was nice, the body surrounding her was warm, the pillow was comfy… She didn’t realize something was off just yet.

“Mmh … ” That was nice. Dae pushed against her - just meaning to adjust and have as little space between them as they’d somehow manage to. Jess was so warm and soft, too.

Jessie noticed the push and her eyes began to flutter open. At first she thought Dae just had moved during the night , but no, it was something… bigger than that. Her cheeks turned crimson when she realized that Dae… had turned back to normal!!!!! And he was NAKED!!!! She could feel his body very close to hers and for a moment, she hesitated. She shouldn’t be doing this… right? Was it OK for friends to sleep in the nude? She was still fully clothed, but him…

Looking up, Jessie saw his peaceful face, and something within her made her blush even more, but for other reason. She hadn’t noticed it before, but… he was actually handsome. Not only on his muscles, but his face as well. It was… certainly a unique sight.

“Nnnngh .. ” Jess shifted and Dae didn’t like it. His hold on Jess tightened as he himself moved to tuck her head under his chin. Trying that though, his hand laid on one of her breasts on accident - if just for a moment when he corrected his hold. Jessie grew, too…

He wasn’t going to let go, it seemed… Jessie decided to make the best of this situation, and rested her head in the space under his chin, just the way he seemed to like. She was about to close her eyes for another nap, when she felt his hand in on of her boobs. Gasping in surprise, Jessie felt her mouth dry for a second… right before his hand shifted its position. She sighed and calmed down. For a moment she feared he’d squeeze it - and her boobs were sensitive. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to keep quiet if her ever did that…

The sole image made her blush again. Sure she had one pervy side, didn’t she?

“m'sorry” Dae mumbled. He was half asleep and yet noticed Jess’ gasp. He figured it was because he touched her breast and mentally noted not to make a scene when she invaded his space on accident, too. One time.

“It’s… it’s OK…” she answered. He was awake. Or so it seemed. He hadn’t moved yet so chances were didn’t notice. Should she told him? Should she wait? This was way too nice to stop it, and yet… she felt she was taking advantage of a situation he wasn’t even aware of. Maybe it would be better to tell him. “…Dae?”

Him? Dae yawned and then whined quietly. He was so tired, still. There was a time for conversation, and then there was here and now.

“Dae… Dae, you’re naked…” she mumbled, unsure what to do with her hands. “…And you got your body back…”

He was? “Mh.” That was his reply. He was about to drift back to sleep when a thought crossed his mind. “Bothers you?” he wondered. His dick did touch her butt.

“I…” her breath became faster. If she said yes, he’d feel umcomfy. If she said no, she’d look like a pervert… which wasn’t that far off the truth, to be honest. “…No. Not really.” she admitted with a blush.

“Cool.” Mental note: Next time, she was the one allowed to be naked and it was his turn to wear clothes. Turns, yes. Good idea. Dae fixed his hold and nuzzled Jess’ head before he tried to sleep again.

And it seemed he was OK with this. “…OK.” Jessie felt the weight of worries falling from her shoulders. Sure, this wasn’t the most common ways to snuggle with a friend, but… It wasn’t bad. It fact, it was nice. Perhaps she could sleep a bit more, too. Closing her eyes, Jessie let sleep take over her once again.

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