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cosmicbucky · 6 months

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A chubby reader who's super self conscious of her belly and bust? Like she's strong and stuff, comes with the higher weight, but just....

Cant really wear anything unless it's sweats and a sweater, or a t-shirt. Almost never goes out.

And one day Bucky comes to the compound. Reader immediately gets a crush, and has major anxiety over it, like "leaving the room when he comes near" anxiety. Bucky thinks it's his fault, that he's done something wrong and talks to you about it.

He decides to talk to you about it, crying ensues because insecurities, and then the fluff.

Sorry this ask is so long, I'm kinda scrambled XP

hi, lovely! 💫

first of all, don't apologize for bringing this beautiful request into my world! i was beyond excited to have the chance to bring this idea to life, and i hope the direction i took with it does justice to what you had in mind!

second of all, i am so sorry this took me so long to put out, this request is so lovely and i really wanted to make it the best i could.

i hope you enjoy!

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pairing: bucky barnes x midsize!reader

word count: 3974

warnings: insecurities and self consciousness, mild body image issues, brief self depreciating thoughts, angst, mutual pining, fluff, swearing, allusions to mature themes, let me know if i missed anything!

please do not read this if you're not comfortable with any of the above topics. while they are not heavily focused on, they are the main theme of this fic

a/n: big thanks to @buckylattes for reading this and catching some of the dumb ass mistakes i made lmao

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Being part of the Rescue and Reconnaissance division of Stark Industries wasn't the most glamorous job, but you loved it. You got to work nearly hand in hand with field agents every day, formulating plans for raids, rescues, infiltrations, or general takedown missions to make sure all those involved worked as safely and efficiently as possible.

You were the one they turned to when a new plan was needed; when they were at risk. There were a few agents who refused to listen to anyone other than you when it came to these times - specifically asking for you to help them through.

Agent Barnes was one of these people, and though you could never voice it, he was your favourite to deal with. He was always kind and courteous, understanding in the fact that despite not being in the same rankings as him, you damn well knew what you were doing. And, well, it didn't hurt that he always found a moment to be a charming little flirt.

You have no idea why he had such faith in you. Maybe it was because you always took what he suggested into consideration when calculating next steps. Maybe it was because your ideas were as crazy as his sometimes. Maybe it was simply because he liked the sound of your voice.

You never knew.

You never actually met him.

All your dealings with field agents were done from the safety of your control room. You never minded it, though. It was nice, in a way. You absolutely loved doing what you do, but you would never be able to handle being around field agents all the time. Not when they look the way they do, and you…. well, you're you.

Your thighs touch when you walk, your belly shakes when you laugh, your arms jiggle when you move. You have to painstakingly pick out the right kinds of shirts, otherwise your chest will make it seem like you're three times as big as you really are.

You were the chubby girl who always hid in the shadows, too afraid to let the world see how bright you truly shine - you were a flame ready to ignite, but no one around you ever offered you a match.

You were used to it. You made peace with it a long time ago, finding solace in your own company instead of relying on other people to enjoy your time with. It still bothered you from time to time, and you let yourself have days where you wallowed in it, wishing things were different, wishing you looked different. Though, for the most part, it stopped bothering you so much the older you got.

Until the day you finally met Bucky.

It was a strange day, being sent to the compound. You've never been sent anywhere before, always planted in your seat while talking to field agents across the world. Yet here you were, being requested by Tony Stark himself.

You must have spent hours trying to find the right outfit. One that showed off your curves without accentuating the extra pudge around your middle. One that complimented your chest without highlighting the size. One that showed off your ass without making it look massive. One that carefully hid your arms. One that you felt comfortable in.

It felt like your heart was in your throat the whole time. The butterflies in your stomach turned into a full on frenzy, and you had to take deep breaths every few seconds to stay calm; and to not throw up.

You barely heard it when Tony said he wanted you working under him. You could hardly process it when he said he created a job just for you. You didn't quite understand it when he told you there was space for you at the compound, and he wanted you here full time.

All you could do was dumbly nod your head, trying to focus on what he was saying instead of the fact that Bucky Barnes was just outside the conference room.

By the time the meeting was over, you felt lightheaded. You clutched the contract you were given against your chest and took a final deep breath before leaving the room, hoping to get by unnoticed. It's not like he even knew who you really were, right?

A gentle calling of your name told you that you were very, very wrong.

Your feet became rooted in place as you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing all you could on calming your nerves before turning around. And jesus christ, nothing could have prepared you for how beautiful this man actually was in person.

"Hi," you breathed out, a tiny shy smile gracing your lips.

"Hi," he said, unintentionally mimicking you.

His eyes travelled over your face before taking their time roaming your body; you shifted uncomfortably and clutched the contract a little tighter as he stayed fixed on you. A smirk graced his lips, but it was gone before you could really focus on it.

"It's, uh-... it's nice to finally meet you, Agent Barnes," you muttered sheepishly, hesitantly offering him your hand.

"You can call me Bucky," he said, smiling warmly as he took your hand in his, sending fire throughout your whole body. "I'd like to say thank you for saving my ass as often as you do, but thank you doesn't seem like enough."

You chuckled, feeling your face flush under his gaze. "'Thank you' suffices just fine, Bucky. I've only been doing my job."

"Speaking of," he started, tilting his head a little as he eyed the contract you held. "You gonna take it?" he asked curiously, his eyes snapping back to yours.

"What?" you asked, caught off guard by his question.

"The job," he said, gesturing between the contract in your hands and the conference room you just occupied. "You gonna say yes?"

"How do you know about that?" you asked curiously.

"I know things," he said passively, shrugging his shoulders. "How 'bout I show you around? You can see the place before you decide anything."

You wanted to say no. You wanted to run away and retreat into yourself once more. Though something about the way he was looking at you made it hard to do so.

So, you agreed.

And that's how everything started.

You took the job, moving into the compound a few days after that. You quickly made friends with the girls, and they became your support group; they would help you when it came to shopping for clothes or finding the right outfit for events. They offered to go for walks with you or do yoga - anything you felt like doing, really. You still felt inferior to them from time to time, but not because they made you feel that way; no one at the compound did.

Only yourself.

When it came to the boys, it was more or less the same thing. You felt comfortable around them, and you never minded close contact or them seeing you in tighter fitting clothes.

Everyone was family, and it never felt awkward or uncomfortable around them.

Except for when it came to Bucky.

You still grew closer to him over the months of you living at the compound so far, but it hasn't been easy. It was a constant challenge, and it grew harder for you day after day.

When it came to you working alongside him on his missions, everything was great. Nothing with him changed, aside from him throwing out a few more flirty comments. And, since you still had the safety net of being behind comms, you threw some right back at him.

Once the missions were over, though, it was hard to be around him. You wanted to be around him, but it was nearly impossible. Your feelings for him grew, and the stronger your feelings were, the more distant you became.

You were careful to only wear sweaters or loose tees paired with sweatpants around him, making sure he would never catch sight of the extra weight you carried around. You quit eating around him; it's not like you had bad eating habits, but you couldn't shake the panic that he would somehow be disgusted, that he would think the reason you're so chubby was because of your diet. You stopped sitting near him during movie nights, and you never hugged him. No matter how much you itched to wrap your arms around him when he came home safe from missions, you couldn't risk him feeling the rolls your body carried, or how soft and pudgy you were.

It was driving Bucky crazy.

From the minute he finally set his eyes on you, he couldn't get you out of his head. He was beyond thrilled when you agreed to Stark's offer, and he couldn't wait to take the opportunity to get to know you - which was a massive step for him. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling he did something to upset you.

He grew more confused every day. When it came to conversing over the comms during missions, you two were like a well oiled machine; giggles and flirting and jokes of previous missions. No one would ever know something was amiss.

Yet when everyone would return home, it was like a switch was flipped. You greeted everyone with hugs and smiles and affection, and Bucky always waited patiently for his turn: but it never came. Instead, you turned to him with an awkward smile and shining eyes and gave him the traditional "welcome home, soldier" that, despite everything, always pulled a smile from his lips.

He racked his brain every night trying to figure out if he did something, if he said something, but he could never come up with anything. He could never find a reason for the way you would some days leave the room as soon as he entered, for why you always hid away from him when he would catch you off guard in workout clothes or formal attire. He could never come up with an explanation and it was eating him alive.

The final straw came for him on the night of Pepper’s birthday party.

He didn’t want to go, he never wanted to go to these things, but ever since you came around he found himself more willing to at least make an appearance; if only to see you. However, he wasn’t even positive if you were going to show up this time, given the way you’ve been so distant lately - and that made him not want to go at all. So he was biding his time, sitting in the kitchen and emptying a bottle of whiskey, trying to not make it obvious that he was waiting to see if you’d wander out of your room before he slipped away to the party.

You stood in front of your mirror for what felt like hours, never before feeling more diffident as you assessed your reflection. You’ve been to some of Tony’s parties before, but this was for Pepper - it was the most grandiose one you’ve attended to date. You weren’t left much choice but to dress your fanciest, and you felt so unfamiliar with your own body as your hands trailed down the fabric of your dress. It was form fitting, hugging every curve you had and accentuating your figure in a way you weren’t used to seeing. The straps were small and the cut was low, it travelled midcalf and had a small slit up the side, showing way more of your leg than you wanted. You had a burning desire to change, but Nat insisted you looked incredible, and Wanda already applied a touch of makeup to match the dress - not to mention you were already running late as it was.

With one last heavy sigh, you steeled yourself before slipping on your heels and marching out of your room. You thought of anything and everything you could as you marched down the hall, doing your best to pay no mind to the way you felt the fabric clinging to your body with every move you made. God, you really should have put on shapewear.

Bucky heard you before he saw you, your footfalls echoing through the floor in the same pattern he came to memorize in the months you’ve been here. He took a deep breath, prepared for the fact that you would most likely brush him off once more. He was not prepared, though, for the sight of you as you rounded the corner.

You were not prepared to see him sitting there, clad in a pressed suit, or for him to quite literally choke on the drink he was nursing as he took in your presence.

“Jesus, Bucky. Are you alright?” you inquired, conflicted between staying where you stood and approaching him.

A dismissive wave of his hand had you staying in place, your arms wrapping around your middle as you began to feel exposed to him.

“I’m fine, I’m good,” he coughed out, refilling his glass as if nothing happened.

You stood there quietly, completely unsure of what to do next. The silence was becoming louder and louder but you didn’t want to draw his attention to you. Not when you were looking like this. Not when he’d be able to see every curve and divot of your body, the protrusion of your stomach, the ample raise of your chest. You were really starting to regret not changing.

“Are you gonna stand there and stare all night or head to the party?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the glass before him. His tone was playful, but his voice had a rasp to it that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Oh, uh - sorry,” you muttered, clearing your throat as you slowly advanced in his direction. “Are, um-… are you gonna join the party?”

He huffed a small laugh, his eyes finally raising to meet yours only to find that you were looking almost everywhere but at him, effectively wiping the small smile from his face.

“I’m not so sure,” he said lowly, downing the contents of his glass as he kept his eyes on you.

You hummed, looking down at your hands before chancing a glance at him; his gaze on you so intense that you immediately looked away again.

“Well, I- I hope to see you there,” you said sincerely, wringing your fingers together. “You look really nice, Buck” you added quietly, looking up at him just long enough to flash him a warm smile before continuing through the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” he called after you, the hurt in his voice impossible to miss.

“What?” you asked in confusion, turning to glance in his direction.

“Did I do something wrong?” he repeated, leaning back in his chair. “Because ever since you moved in here, it’s like you can’t stand the sight of me.”

You couldn’t help the nervous chuckle that left you, shaking your head in disbelief. “That’s not true.”

“No?” he asked, his tone taking on a new edge. “Are you sure? ‘Cause you can’t even fucking look at me right now. You practically run from me when I enter the same room, you do everything you can to avoid me, and let’s not forget the fact that I’m the only one around here who you don’t hug after getting back from missions.”

“Bucky-” you tried to explain, but the lump forming in your throat stopped you short.

“I just wanna know what I did,” he carried on, voice softer this time. “I don’t know if you’re angry with me or- or if you’re scared of me-”

“I am not scared of you,” you interrupted, finally meeting his gaze. “Please don’t think that.”

“What else am I supposed to think?” he asked quietly. “Everything is fine when I’m out on the field, we- I get along with you better than anyone. But then I come home, and it’s not the same.”

“It’s not-... it’s not like that, Bucky,” you whispered sadly, unintentionally looking away from him again.

“Yeah, if you say so,” he said curtly, sighing in defeat as he filled his glass again. “Just enjoy the party, okay?”

“You’re not coming?” you asked, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice.

“Well, you’re just gonna avoid me anyway. Might as well make it easier for you and stay here,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the twirling glass in his hands.

“I don’t want you to think like that,” you admitted softly. “I- I don’t mean to do the things I do.”

“Then why do they happen?” he inquired, his eyes meeting yours and displaying a painful mix of hurt and confusion.

“Because,” you started, feeling your bottom lip quiver. “I mean, look at me, Buck,” you finished, as if that was explanation enough.

“Believe me, I’m looking,” he said gently. “And you look-... well, I wanna say you look beautiful, but that implies you don’t always look beautiful, so, I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” he added, his voice so low he may as well have been speaking to himself, but you heard every word he muttered.

“...What?” you breathed out, staring over at him.

“What?” he questioned, glancing up to catch your eye.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it just kept on growing, forcing you to choke on your words.

“Hey, wait, don’t-... okay, now I really said something wrong, right?” he asked quickly, starting to panic as he watched your eyes fill with tears.

Shaking your head vehemently, you delicately wiped your eyes, hoping not to smudge the work that Wanda did for you. “No, you- I just didn’t expect you to say that. I-... I'm not used to hearing that."

"You're not?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

You almost laughed, and you probably would have if it wasn't such an embarrassing thing to admit. "No. I'm… guys don't really call girls who look like me beautiful."

He fell silent for a minute, eyeing you carefully before shifting in his seat, resting his arms on the table.

"You know, I've been alive for a pretty long time now," he said conversationally, as if you weren't on the cusp of a breakdown. "And I've also been quite literally around the whole world in that time. Some of it I remember, some of it… not so much. But even so, do you know what the one thing I can say with complete certainty is?"

You waited for him to go on for a moment before realizing he was actually looking for an answer. "No, what?" you manage to croak out.

He smiled softly, relaxing in his seat again. "I have, quite literally, never met anyone as beautiful as you. And I mean in both appearance and personality."

"But I- I'm not… I don't have the kind of body like the other women around here," you murmured, casting your gaze downwards as if you were ashamed of your words.

"So?" he asked incredulously. "Do you seriously think that you're automatically not beautiful just because you aren't the same size as them?"

"No, it- you can't- I'm not-" you tried to argue, but all you could get out were a few utterances before you had to choke back a sob, completely lost on how to express yourself.

"Is this why you've been avoiding me? Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?" he asked anxiously, fighting the urge to approach you.

"Yes. I mean no, I-" you cut yourself off with a sigh, taking a moment to consider your answer. "I've been too embarrassed to be around you. I-... I was afraid you'd be repulsed by me and that I'd lose you."

"Repulsed by you? A woman who puts fucking goddesses to shame?" he asked in disbelief. "Did me choking on my drink earlier not prove how taken by you I am?"

"Is that what that was?" you wondered, letting out a watery laugh.

"Yeah, that's what that was," he confirmed with a soft chuckle. "A guy does a real life spit take when he sees the girl of his dreams looking like the focus of a goddamn renaissance painting and she doesn't even realize it," he mumbled in exasperation, yet his eyes carried a playful sparkle.

"The girl of your dreams?" you repeated in shock, your voice a nervous whisper.

"Was that too cliché?" he questioned, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Maybe a little," you said playfully, sniffling quietly.

"I know how it feels, you know," he said softly. "To feel uncomfortable in your own body. But if you'd let me, I'll spend every day proving to you that I see you as nothing short of perfect."

You could only nod, giving him a weak smile as you fought back a wave of tears. "Yeah, I-... I could do that, too," you agreed quietly.

He grinned softly, greedily taking in your appearance once more before tearing his eyes away. "Come on," he urged, downing his drink before standing up. "You owe me about seven dances."

"Where does that number come from?" you asked with a laugh, watching as he approached you.

"For how many parties you snubbed me at so far," he replied casually, stopping as he stood before you.

"I never snubbed you," you grumbled, peering up at him.

"Sure you didn't," he teased, carefully wiping the tears from your face.

"Do I still look okay?" you asked nervously, fidgiting slightly under his touch.

"Gorgeous as ever," he replied sincerely.

You couldn't help but grin, laughing a little anxiously. "Okay. Come on, or else we won't have enough time for all those dances."

Bucky laughed happily, taking your hand and rushing to join the party, having you giggling in his wake as you did your best to keep up.

You let him whisk you away for the rest of the night, leading you through all the dances you owed him; and a few more, for good measure, as Bucky put it.

He stayed true to his word, and there wasn't a second that you spent with him where you didn't feel like the most ravishing woman to walk the earth.

Especially when he took his precious time in the dark of the night to memorize and worship every inch of your body over and over again.

So as you sat here now, watching from across the room as he danced with the crowd, you couldn't help but feel foolish. Foolish for letting your thoughts take away the extra time you could have had with him, foolish for ever thinking this incredible man would ever judge you for something so trivial. Foolish, foolish, foolish.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you heard from beside you, ripping you from your reverie.

You turned your head, grinning as you saw the very man himself had taken up the seat to your left. "What, get tired of dancing already, old man?"

He gasped, feigning offense as he took in your words. "I'd watch who you're calling old, sweetheart," he warned playfully.

"I'd watch who you're calling sweetheart. I happen to be a married woman now, you know," you replied jovially.

"Married, huh? Should've known I didn't stand a chance," he lamented, shaking his head. "How about a pity dance?" he suggested with a grin, holding his hand out to you.

You giggled softly, taking his hand with a grin of your own. "Lead the way, Mr. Barnes."

"Anything for you, Mrs. Barnes," he replied with a wink, leading you to the dance floor.

And just like he did three years ago, he whisked you away and led you through a whole seven dances; and a few more, for good measure.

You were a flame, finally ignited, and Bucky was your match.

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highhhfiveee · 6 months

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please i need some dubcon mike schmidt ..,,, like he picks up drunk reader from a party n takes her home n fucks her throat ..,,, ‘you’re so easy to control when you’re all stupid like this’ ..,,, she’s got tears streaming down her face n she’s clawing at his thighs but he just holds her head in place n strokes her hair n tells her how good she’s making him feel ,,

okay okay okay. shiver me fuckin timbers lmaoooo. this is so brothersbestfriend!mike. switched it up a little but i hope you still enjoy! [had this set to post at 12 but tumblr failed me lmao]

sangria

tags: brothersbestfriend!mike, fem!reader, intimate touching, choking, wild dick sucking, deep throating, spitplay, degradation, dubcon (reader is plastered, and while she does consent to be taken advantage of, she is still under the influence); mike is such a protector and i'm starting to think that this is megasub!reader x protector!mike in addition to bbf! [let me know if i missed anything + this has been proofread but there’s always still a chance for mistakes lmao]

link to the original fic, mimosa, here 🍹, and the first part of the finale here, tequila sunrise, here 🍸

okay, so maybeeeeeee you two didn't actually get caught that day.

you’re panting in each other’s faces as you come, clean yourselves off, and exit the shed like your brother's best friend hadn't made you squirt all over the garden tools and pool supplies.

the feeling of mike's come pooling in your bikini bottoms makes you tingly all over again, and you're squirming while you both ease your way back into the fold of cookout attendees, diverting into separate paths so no one can catch onto your attachment; clandestine and kept between the eyes, lips, and bodies of you two only.

you'd wished mike nothing but hell while you were away at school, doing anything you could to get the thought of him out of your head. even though you'd been the one to catch feelings, you never wanted him to have any part of you ever again, restricting him from you.

you'd wanted him erased from the entire galaxy then, but from the cookout forward, nothing excited you more than the thought of being mike’s plaything. you snuck around with him more than you should've; giving him handjobs in the backseat of his car, letting him eat you out in your bedroom with the door open---risky things that made your heart pound with adrenaline and need, a rush to the very end.

you could only get that feeling with mike. it made you sick to your stomach with taboo butterflies, fantasizing about all the ways he could have you thrashing, eyes rolling back, toes curled until your feet cramped.

he'd hooked you on him once again, and this time, he'd decided to go with the flow. he wasn't pursuing anything with anyone else, and feelings had begun to bloom in him. nothing like love, he'd told himself (even though your flirty smile made his heart palpitate before making his dick hard), but like...safeguarding.

you were young, unversed with life, vulnerable; mike could see people taking advantage of you, mistaking your soft, impish act for total naivete. even though he'd hurt you himself, he'd never allow anyone else to treat you that way, or put you in a situation to harm you. there was this urge in him to keep you safe, keep you protected from the mean world that ate girls like you for breakfast.

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gahdmn i cant tYpe LoL

exhibit a.

y/n are you drunk

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y/n

4 F R E E dwinks

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mike's about to ask about your location when your picture floods his screen, phone vibrating in his hand with a call. he answers it with a displeased, "where are you?

"she’s at 8203 harrington circle," someone yells over loud, bass-riddled music and scattered conversations. mike hopes it's a friend of yours, and not a complete stranger. “she was fine, but i think that fourth drink tipped her over!"

mike's been putting on clothes and grabbing for his keys and wallet since your first text message, already sulking to his car as your friend finishes her statement. "stay with her and keep her upright, i'll be there in fifteen."

he can't get rid of the deep scowl etched on his face while he drives, both hands clasped tensely on his wheel at ten and two. he wants you to have fun, of course. he isn't going to tell you not to go to parties, or not to drink---you’re your own person, and he has no right to tell you what you could and couldn't do, but something about you utterly hammered around so many people you probably don't know makes his heart pound against his ribcage with agitation.

harrington circle was a street on a state school campus, one that you'd opted not to go to all that time ago. maybe you'd known some people there, but mike was sure you didn't know your way around, where to go if something went wrong...

he pulls up to a tall, red brick house smack dab in the middle of a cul-de-sac, immediately throwing his car in park and exiting when he sees two girls walking alongside a guy carrying you out the front doorway. he has his hands hooked under your armpits, pushing your boobs together and "covertly" staring at your amplified cleavage as he leads you down the short stone path.

your head lulls back a little, and you're smiling up at the sky with your eyes closed and your cheeks flushed to death. your legs drag under you, and mike's quick to grab for your waist, removing you from that perv's grasp with haste and a grimace.

you droop into him, body leaden with alcohol, and he slides one arm under the back of your knees, bending his own to lift you into a bridal style hold.

you squeal as he turns away from the house, throwing your arms around his neck and dreamily sighing at the way his hands feel carrying you, strong and vigilant and possessive. "mikeeeeeee," you mewl, pulling yourself into him so you can nudge at the column of his throat. your words are slurred almost beyond comprehension, and he commands one of the girls to open the passenger door so he can ease you inside.

he sets you down in the seat, or at least tries to, whispering, "let me go" when you keep your arms wrapped around him. the position has him hunched over, and it hurts his back so badly, but you whimper, "nooooo, want you close" while nearly making him trip and fall across you, splaying his entire body over yours. he smells so good, all warm and musky and mike, and you don’t want to separate from him.

"y/n, please. i wanna get you home," he reaches back to wrench your arms off of him, placing them in your lap and closing the door before you can complain. he walks around the front to the driver's side, monotonously thanking the girl who'd helped you as he grumpily enters the car.

he grabs for your seat belt, stretching it across your torso as he does his own and drives away from the annoyingly illuminated house and party commotion in silence.

you're so gone, but even drunk, it's unsettling to you how quiet mike is, keeping his eyes focused on the road without a hint of a glance or a word to you. his jaw is clenched deeply, and he's stiff as a board against his seat, so opposite from his usual sullen, suave nonchalance. you frown at him, fingering with your strappy, well-tied sandals. "hey, grumpy,"

"not grumpy," you huff at his tone, sour and unwavering, and wiggle your toes as you finally free them from the entrapment of footwear. "i'm fine."

"you've gotten very, very bad at lying," you demur. your head slacks again, but this time against your headrest. you ogle mike through the film in your eyes, digging your teeth into your bottom lip. "mad at me?"

mike writhes in his seat, his jaw muscles flexing at your coy lilt. you know how to manipulate him with your words, sweetening them in just a way that would have mike bending to your will. the way you're gazing at him with your big, unfocused eyes makes him makes him press down on the gas a bit harder.

"i'm not mad," he mutters, all pseudo-nonconfrontational and collected, but you know that he's not telling the truth. something about the circumstances bothers him, and you want to know why. the car comes to a stop at a red light, mike shaking his head as he scrunches his face and rubs his eye with a knuckle. "forget about it."

"i won't. don't like me having fun without you?" he doesn't answer, staring ahead at the empty streets around the two of you. it was so late, nearly 2 am, and it only fuels the exasperation he feels burning in his stomach. he doesn’t like you out here like this, without him to keep you out of harm’s way.

"is it the drinking?" you pout, frustrated with the way he's ignoring you. "i admit, maybe four drinks was overkill, but i feel sooooo good. my body feels like..." you make a subtle buzzing noise, similar to tv static, and cut it off with a giggle, reaching over for one of mike's hands while the light turns green.

you inch it towards your lap, dragging it across the skin of your thigh that skims the end of your skirt, mini and gold and matching with the white corset top you wore. "you should feel."

"y/n..."

"c'mon mike," you pout again, dipping his hand between your opened legs. you let out an astounded moan when his cold fingertips connect with your bare clit, and now he's scowling at the fact that you’re not wearing any panties. he thinks about how many people would keep note of that, combined with your docile, inebriated state, and see it as a way in. it’s clear, with how those drinks have you begging him to ease his fingers into you, caressing your tight, warm walls so he can add another check to "car" on the list of places he's made you squirt. “don't want you to be mad at me anymore."

"i'm not mad at you, y/n," he finally says, fingers still against your skin. you're soaking his seats, the excess of your slick dripping down to the cloth, and he has to pull himself out of thinking about someone else feeling you in this way. his eyes stay low on the road as he continues, "did you know anyone at that party?"

"mhm, like one person." mike sighs, a low grumble in his throat. he pulls his hand away from you, putting all of his attention on driving so he can get home. he just wants you inside, away from the world and in his charge. he doesn't say anything for a long while, eventually taking a deep breath and mumbling, "just want you safe, y/n. i'm glad you called me to come get you. there are bad people out there, and i don’t trust them in situations like this.”

"yeah," you purr, leaning against the center console and resting your head on the side of his seat. "you're my knight in shining armor, hmm? keeping me away from all the bad bad people looking to destroy messed up princesses like me?"

mike side eyes your tone, nearly scolding you for treating it like a joke and not something that could actually happen.

"...that's one way to put it, but seriously—-“

"wanna be destroyed though," you interrupt, unbuckling your seatbelt once he cuts the car off in the driveway. he’s turning to you, dark eyes gazing towards your pouted lips. you're reaching your hand across his lap, massaging it over the press of him in his sweatpants. “especially by you. wanna be your little fucktoy. let you use my messy holes however you want because they're yours."

your filthy mouth and shameless confession have mike turned on and hard and thinking about how you've called your holes his. he's seeing you bent over the couch, stuffed to the hilt with his fingers pressed against your tongue while he smirks down on you, veins coursing with lust. he squeezes at your hand, and says,

"let's get you inside, okay? then we can talk more about my messy fucking holes."

you're dizzy, giving him a big, woozy smile and letting all the craving you feel inside pour out through your glazed over eyes when he swoops you up again, carrying you and your shoes to his front door. your arms are back around his neck, and you're placing soft kisses on his lips, jaw, and chin as he drops your shoes by the entrance and carries you all the way to the couch, settling his body into one of the corners.

you're adjusting yourself on him so your bare mound drips over his thighs, and he's got his hands around your hips again, digging his fingers into your flesh as you mindlessly grind against him. you're still kissing against his lips, so uncoordinated and sloppy, and he pulls on the wispy strands at the nape of your neck, disconnecting you from him so he can leer at you with a look that tells you he will be destroying you tonight, guaranteed. "no panties was really bold of you, baby."

"can’t have panty lines in this skirt," you frown, placing your hands on mike's shoulders for leverage to move on him a bit harsher, eventually grazing them over his back and arms as you do. "not cute."

"but it's really not cute for you to have my holes on display for anyone to have, especially not when you're like this."

"mikey, please,” you coo, hunching down to press wet, suctioned kisses on mike's bare neck and rolling your hips into the weight of him. he feels so good against you, and you're aching, the alcohol sending shocks to your clit with every second of friction. "want you in me or something. no more talking, just use—-.”

"aht, don't rush me. trying to get you to understa---" one of your hands goes from roaming his shoulderblades to placing pressure around his throat, shocking him stiff against the back of the couch.

he doesn't think anyone has ever choked him before, and while his eyes burn at you with frenzied astonishment, you're causing him to have a revelation. his dick pulses against the material of his sweatpants at the feeling of your dainty hand squeezing his throat, and he's reaching to grab your wrist and bring your hand down before he comes all quick like he’s 18 again. you stop him with your other hand, coming in close to his face.

there's such a ferocity in your stare, and he knows that you're not going to let him lecture you all night. you need him to fuck you, need him to do something with you and your drunken arousal.

"are you really gonna keep talking, or would you rather just fuck my throat?" you slide your arms down his back, lips placed by his ear as you whisper, "show me how depraved people really can be when i'm like this."

he knows it's sick, but it doesn't take much past that for mike to have you on all fours beside him on the couch, back arched into a 45 degree angle as you drool all over his lap. you're begging for it, whining about how good he feels in your mouth, and he doesn't want to miss an opportunity to give you something you want, even though you're in this state. he's glad that it's him using you in this scenario, and not someone genuinely looking to hurt you. it's his rationale for giving in to your immoral desires.

you pull away from your mess with a sharp inhale, your jaw trembling as you sit up and give mike an eager, spit-slick smile. your eyes are even more distant than before, and it's almost like you’ve checked out. mike can see all the brashness and attitude you give him on the regular is gone, currently replaced with servitude and the intent to please, nothing less.

"wanna feel you ruin my throat, mike," you rasp, grabbing his dick in your hand and stroking at the soft skin, suckling on his tip as you flash him the hunger you feel inside through a grin. "please."

he's silent, having a quarrel with himself as he takes in your blank, mindless expression. it’s so wrong of him, but you look so pretty like this, and he reaches out to hold your cheek as you pout at him again.

"pleaseeeeee," you whine, tears nearly welling in your eyes. "want you to wreck me, use me however you wanttttt. gonna be your obedient, drunk little whore, do whatever you ask."

mike loses all resolve then, and demands you to drop to your knees in between his own. you're quick to assume the position, letting him put one hand on the back of your head and feed his dick into your throat.

"shouldn't like this," mike mutters, wrapping your hair up into a ponytail with both of his hands, watching you rub his dick over your face after slipping it from your mouth to spit on it. he almost can't take you like this, spacey and pliant and all his to destroy. so drunk and willing and--- "shouldn't let me take advantage of you like this."

your face is stained with tears and spit, streaks of dried liquid overlaying your burning cheeks and swollen lips. the neckline of your top is soaked too, saliva glistening on your chest.

"maybe i wanted it," you muse, winking leisurely as you wrap both of your slim hands around his base, smirking up at him. "maybeeeeeee i went and got plastered cause i knew you’d come get me if i called," you're feeding him into your mouth again, and without warning, mike is holding your head stationary, shoving his hips up into your warm mouth while you gulp every time he hits the opening to your throat. of course you'd do something like this. your admittance makes mike feel a plethora of things, good, bad, ugly, but right now, all he's focused on is making you feel like the toy you wanted to be.

"you're a fucking slut, y/n," he hisses with gritted teeth, throwing his head back as he feels you open up for him, allowing him to raise his hips and sink further into you.

the muscles of your throat flutter around his length, and it makes his toes curl, tangling together in his socks. "only sluts go to a party to get drunk so they can be turned into pretty little fuckdolls later...like being fucking mindless for me, huh?"

"love it, mike," you whimper, laying your tongue flat so his dick can slip in and out of your mouth with less resistance. it's covered in thick spit, a droplet resting on the tip, and mike leans down to collect all of it in his own mouth with a sloppy, obscene kiss, before releasing it all over his pelvis with a groan.

it was a fucking mess, and he loved it. he knew you loved it like this too, and your enjoyment of the raunchiness is reflected in the way you patiently wait for him to plunge his dick in you, eyes twinkling with everything and nothing at the same time.

your hand is moving under your dress, fingers stroking along your sodden walls, but he doesn't care; not when your eyes are rolling back into your skull as his dick infiltrates your throat again, filling the room with a persistent gluckgluckgluck as he rhythmically slams your face into his base.

you're sure you'll have no voice after this, but fuck, will it be worth it. you're basking in every second of this, so happy you decided to go out tonight. you were unexperienced in some ways, but you knew how to get to people, or at least to mike. you could get him to do whatever you wanted under the guise of him being in control, and all it took was a bit of sweetening with your voice, a flutter of your eyelashes and a crooked, "innocent" smile for mike to be wound your finger, abusing your face in a way you shouldn’t have dreamt of. you're running out of breath, and your fingers dig into his thighs with the message, but he ignores you, gripping your hair so that your mouth gently snaps up around him every time he pulls his hips back. the sensation is godly, and mike's not sure if he deserves this really. you'd fallen so hard for him at one point, and he'd crushed your hope to be with him under his thumb, but now you're here, letting him have you like this despite those memories. he's lucky, for whatever force is keeping you in his orbit.

"letting me do this to you while you're fucked up...letting some older guy take your throat like you're just free use...you're not getting into heaven," you laugh around him, forming your mouth into a makeshift smile as he slowly slides you off of him, overstimulated by the ridges of your throat muscles clinging to him. he doesn't want to come on your face, not this time. he wants you to beg for him to come in you, for him to fill you until you're overflowing, leaking down your thighs while he gives you more and more and more and more...

"i know," you mewl, pretty face smeared with saliva and pre-come. "i'll be in hell with you. wouldn't have it any other way." mike sits up, thumbing at your bottom lip and hissing as you unhinge your jaw and suck the tip of it inside. your eyes are getting dimmer by the second, but you're still wanting everything mike can give you.

he won't stop until you say so, and he strangely finds himself buzzing with lust at the thought of you bossing him around for his pleasure and yours. how had you gotten in his head like this?

"go in my room and strip, baby. sit in the middle of the bed and don't move." you're on your feet in a flash, clumsily dashing down the short hall without a look back.

it gives him time to get some towels, a washcloth to clean your face up, some lube, and grab waters for the both of you, thinking about all the ways he's gonna contort you. he might even make you watch in the mirror, make you take in your glassy eyes and lack of autonomy, the way you're letting him, your brother's best friend, have you in such an obscene way.

he cracks the door open with all the items in hand, and scoffs when he sees you naked, but stretched out on the bed, mouth hanging open with soft snores.

he walks over to the edge, dropping the things he's holding onto the comforter and shaking your shoulder softly. "baby," you lurch awake, murmuring "huh?".

you blink the bleariness out of your eyes as he uses one of the towels he brought to wipe off his drenched groin, and he smirks at you. you two are done for the night, and that's fine with him. something about your small figure, safely sprawled against his sheets has him seeing hearts and stars and rainbows and everything else he's tried so hard to push away.

when he's dry, ditching his shirt and boxers, he leans against his headboard, cradling you in his arms and lap as he begins using the washcloth to wipe at the dried spittle on your face. "here," he announces, cracking open a water bottle and bringing it to your lips, tilting it so you're able to get some water between them without much effort.

you swallow the sips he gives softly, wrapping your arms around his neck again. you loved being skin to skin with him, and right now, you felt tranquility.

this is but a fraction of that 100% he wanted to give, you think. something has changed in him, and now he wants to show you care. he still wants you to need him, need him to keep you protected from the world outside while he corrupts you in his own. you want that, too.

"mmmmmmm, you're so boyfriend," you muse, placing pecks on his collarbones as he continues cleaning you up. he's able to maintain a pokerface towards you, wiping at your cheeks with passive strokes, but inside, he feels nothing but chaos. why does he like hearing you call him boyfriend, like having you in his arms like this? why did it all seem to fill a hole in his heart, one he always thought would stay a cavity?

"really do love you, mike," you add, staring at him full on now. you might as well be sober, with your attentive, doe-like eyes. "tried hard not to, but i do."

you've broken him down, so easily, and somehow, he's giving into you with a deep, irrevocable sigh. he has nothing else to do but finally accept the truth.

"me too, y/n. me too."

this was rough for me to write because my brain just couldn't work properly, so i hope it's not the dogshit i think it is lmao hope this satisfies you anon!

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Hi darling! How are you? How have you been? Sorry for bothering, I wanted to request a fluff poly-relationship for Lucifer Magne & Lillith Magne(Hazbin Hotel) x pregnant!female!Reader going through the pregnancy and after the pregnancy. how would the two of them behave while she is pregnant and after the pregnancy when the reader gives birth?

Tysm! Have a lovely day/night!!

Oh lord I will try with this one, mind you I have never been pregnant or really can be so I'm going to be going after what I heard and read, this is too fluffy to pass up in all honesty. Here goes nothing!

Lucifer and Lilith with a pregnant Female SO

The announcement is of course where it begins, and having two SOs means two different reactions. Lilith is ecstatic, already loving her one kid, and is excited to have another, promising to help with your pregnacy as she's already gone through one.

Lucifer, the grand king of Hell, nearly faints when you two tell him :I See they were under the impression you were infertile, not from anything it was just something you had from birth and come to accept, so even if Luci got a little sloppy with the protection, another child he never planned to have.

But seems you got lucky, as all the ways of magic and tech returned the same result, you were indeed pregnant, so after confiming the two almost reapeated the reactions

If it's not clear by now, these two are polar opposites with this scenario, Lilith is excited and comforting, Lucifer is panicking with preparing for the new addition. The both of you try to calm him down but he;s just very highstrung about the whole thing.

Don't get me wrong, he's happy that your pregnant, it's just it's not something he has great control over, which stresses him out. He hates how he can't help with it much so he get's the best stuff money can buy to try. Not to mention when the child actually comes, and then annuncing it to all of hell, he's pratically paralyzed with all the legal stuff he knows he'll have to do.

Though sometimes he does let up, pushing it all back so he can actually spend time with his two queens, and the baby quickly coming.

No matter if it's with panicking King, or the Queen who couldn't be calmer. It's nine months of being coddled and spoiled by them and every staff member the palace has.

Admittedly everyone would be smothering if it wasn't for Lililth who recites a story where she killed an intruder while eight months pregnant with Charlie whenever anyone tries to stop you from doing something, even when your clearly fine.

Speaking of Charlie, she's even more excited upon finding out then her mother. She asks a ton of questions, like what your going to name them, if you have the nursery planned out (She'll help if you don't). She's just very excited about having a sibling in the future. But she doesn't really help with Lucifer panicking about the workload he has XP

While Lililth has been calm the entire pregnency, even she can't help but panic on delivery day. Of course you have the best doctors Hell has to offer, and even healers if you really need it. Hell or Highwater, you are having this baby and surviving.

Luckily it does go well. And you deliver a healthy baby. Now they really run rampant with their emotions. Crying tears of joy and hugging you and their new child as tight as they can without hurting either of you.

In terms of the aftermath. Your still spoiled a ton by them, as well as the new baby being spoiled to. Regardless of what sex they have, they raise them the same. Of course they do it differently but not on something as insignificant as assigned sex. It's just their own general parenting styles.

Lililth is all loving and supportive, excited to see how the new kid turns out, and letting them find their own way. And Lucifer, while he is loving, you both catch him trying to push his views on them, trying to avoid this one starting a hotel which stands against the entire idea of Hell. But he just get's a slap on the wrist for that, and he stops eventually.

Over all, there very happy to have you, and the new baby. Despite all the differences in styles and reactions. On that they can agree on.

#ask reply #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin lilith #hazbin lucifer x reader #hazbin lilith x reader #hazbin lucifer x lilith x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #tried my best with this

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em1e · 1 year

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⠀ ⠀ ༝ i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. take me back to the night we met.

⠀ ⠀バジ // THE NIGHT WE MET ⠀ ༝ ༝ baji keisuke ⠀ ༝ ༝ 3.5k words ⠀ ༝ ༝ angst xp things were looking a little to happy here ⠀ — baji hasn’t changed. won’t. not for you, not for anyone else.

༝ march 16, 2011

moving his stuff into boxes shouldn’t sting as much as it does.

old t-shirts, framed pictures, small gifts exchanged for anniversaries . . . a stupid necklace that took weeks for you to take off after you initiated the no-contact.

it all goes into cardboard boxes, taped shut and shoved into the farthest corner of your apartment waiting to be picked up. you leave a text to the now unsaved number saying everything was packed, and sit on your couch anxiously waiting for a reply.

the ding of your phone makes you jump, realizing your apartment was much quieter than you thought. you pull your lip between your teeth, unsure if it’s worth it to actually check it. it’s been over a month, your previous message ingrained in your memory.

please don’t message me again. read 2/10/11

you hold your breath and quickly flip your phone face-up. like ripping off a band-aid, you remind yourself, though your eyes are screwed shut. it’s not like the message would even be marked as read through your homescreen, but the anxiety coursing through your veins is relentless.

forcing yourself to exhale, you tap the screen twice to wake it up, and read the message as quickly as your eyes allow. it’s easy, given all it reads is an “Okay.” followed by a thumbs up.

that itself leaves you with a pit in your stomach, bunching your shirt in your fists and taking a minute to just sit and breath. nothing bad would come out of this, right? no arguments, no reviving the flame, nothing that shouldn’t be allowed. he’ll grab the boxes, pile them some way onto his bike, and leave without a word.

you’re trying to convince yourself baji could have changed, in some way, in the last month. that he’d finally learned when to shut his big mouth and keep it that way.

a small part of you nags yourself. it’s a stupid thing to think. baji hasn’t changed. won’t. not for you, not for anyone else. but that part of you still hopes, prays that maybe he has.

the knock that follows a few hours later startles you, well aware he was coming at some point, but not when. you wipe your hands on your sweats, pausing your prep for dinner to go unlock the door. you close your eyes for a second, take in a small breath and exhale. like ripping off a band-aid. you twist the knob and pull the door open.

a mop of black hair fills your vision, and the sight of him leaves your chest twisting with an ache. you stare at each other for a second, before you’re taking a step back wordlessly, suddenly very awkward in your own home.

he comes in and looks around, eyes scanning over the little changes he can notice - the framed pictures you guys took are missing from your walls and it makes the room look so much emptier. they snap to you when you reach to anxiously play with the necklace he gave, very aware of any movement your figure seems to make, and a ghost of a frown falls onto his lips when your fingers find nothing to grab. you try to play it off as scratching at your chest, but he knows just as well as you do.

he’s always been good at reading you.

you clear your throat, nodding to the corner where three boxes sit neatly stacked together, “everything’s over there.”

your own voice sounds foreign to you. so soft, quiet, as if you breaking the silence would be the end of anything and everything you’ve been building back up since things ended.

he’s almost surprised, seeing that he left so much behind when he thought he’d packed everything he had. part of him supposes it’s other miscellaneous things the two of you have gathered over the years, and he’s glad chifuyu at the very least let him bring the van from the pet shop so he wouldn’t have to make multiple trips back on his bike.

he grabs two of the boxes, stacking them on top of one another, and looks to the third, then to you, as a silent request for assistance. you pull your lip between your teeth, ultimately deciding the quicker they’re out of your apartment, the quicker he will be, too. the quicker you can go back to trying to forget about him.

with one box in hand, you pull open the door and shut it behind you while he leads the way down your apartment’s steps and out to the parking lot. he opens the vans door by himself, pushing the boxes into the floorboard, then takes the one in your hands. his fingers brush against yours when he does it, and the action has you pulling your hand back faster than intended, leaving him to readjust his grip quickly or risk the box falling completely out of his grasp.

the look he sends you has you shrinking in on yourself, despite there being no hostility in it. just disappointment, followed by sadness from the way his lip turns down. he shoves that box on top of the other two, and turns to face you.

“listen,-” he starts, but you're quick to stop whatever rabbit hole he plans to go down.

“don’t. please don’t.”

“you don’t even know what i'm gonna say.”

“i don’t need to.” your arms curl in around yourself, not looking at him. like you’re trying to make yourself smaller. trying to disappear on him. he frowns at the thought.

“don’t do that.” he says quietly, nails digging into the palm of his hand.

you shouldn’t ask. you know how it’ll end, but you can’t help but want some form of interaction with him for the last time, even if it means it ends with you far more hurt than before. “do what?”

“act like you don’t give a fuck, or like you don’t want to try and fix this or like you don’t-” he stops when you push him back by his shoulders, shaking your head, and despite it barely moving him, it has his teeth clenching and eyes narrowing. he grabs your wrists when you go in for a second shove, ignoring the way you try to pull yourself away.

“i’m not the one who didn’t give a fuck, keisuke,” you snap, lip quivering, “and i’m not the one who didn’t try to fix everything. don’t you dare put this on me when it was you who made it so clear how much i meant to you.”

the reply is enough to leave his grip wavering, and you take the opportunity to pull yourself from his grasp, cradling your arms to yourself as if you’re afraid he’ll go for a second grab.

he opens his mouth to say something, anything, but he can’t seem to find the proper words to mend this, and that itself is enough to leave you turning on your heel, ignoring the way calls you to come back, ignoring the way him saying your name makes your chest ache, and when you stumble back into your apartment with tears welling in your eyes, you’re left with that sick bitter reminder.

baji hasn’t changed. won’t. not for you, not for anyone else.

༝ december 23, 2010

you check the time for the fifth time of the night, tapping your foot anxiously as if that could somehow make him appear in front of you.

by some miracle, it seems to work, the lock to your shared apartment turning. it’s followed by the door pushing open, and your disheveled boyfriend stumbling in, clumsily closing it behind him while he kicks off his shoes.

two hours. that’s what you’d waited for him to show up. two hours, and he comes in drunk, with the smell of alcohol wafting off of him in waves.

“hey baby,” he grins when he sees you, coming towards the couch to give you a kiss, but frowning when you stand and step away from him, “s’wrong?”

“you are unbelievable,” you can’t help but scoff, and he has the audacity to look surprised.

“what’re you talkin’ about?” he moves to pull you towards him, but you’re all too aware of this, taking a step away to keep your distance.

“our anniversary!” it’s then baji takes in the way you're dressed- hair done neatly, your favorite going-out attire hugging your figure nicely, with the necklace he gave you last year sitting pretty around your neck.

by the time he’s fully processed it, you’re moving past him to your shared bedroom.

“whatever, fucking forget it.” you’re undoing all your work while walking down the hall, already in the process of discarding all your clothes in favor of pajamas when he stumbles behind you into the room.

“hang on a sec,” he hiccups, “we can still go out, s’not too late.” he’s pulling the shirt you’re trying to change into out of your hands and trying to give you back the one you’d previously had, but you pull the former back with a glare.

“i waited two hours, keisuke! i texted you all day about it, i left reminders on the fridge, and at the pet shop! and you’re already too drunk to go do anything.” you add the last part with a whisper, bitter taste coming up from your stomach and settling in your mouth, “there’s no point.”

three years. three years you’d been with him, and still the importance of one fucking day is lost on him.

“‘m sorry baby,” he frowns, reaching for you. the frown grows when you pull away, tugging on shorts, “‘fuyu and i jus’ had a good day in sales today, kazutora said we should drink to celebrate and i lost track of time.”

more like forgot altogether.

“whatever.” you say dismissively, dejected, and part of you wishes you’d gone out with hina like she invited you to. at least then, you’d be drunk too and could laugh it off.

“really am sorry.” he’s reaching for you again, and you can’t find it in yourself to pull away, “make it up to you tomorrow.”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulls you towards the bed, discarding his own clothes until he’s in just his boxers, and clambers under the blankets, patting the spot beside him. you follow without complaint, and he’s out cold in less than ten minutes.

you find yourself unable to sleep like that, gently shimmying out from the covers and grabbing the blanket on the back of the couch before deciding to settle there for the night. left alone with your thoughts swarming, your sadness soon being replaced by anger. you fall asleep there with fire on your tongue.

when baji wakes up, he has a killer headache. you aren’t beside him, he notes dully, and one glance to the alarm clock by the bed tells him it should be too early for you to be awake.

the smell of coffee hits his nose, and he finds himself pulling on sweatpants and following the smell. you’re in the kitchen, blanket usually on the couch draped around your shoulders, and you don’t acknowledge him while you sip on your cup.

he’s grabbing some tylenol from the cabinet when you finally open your mouth.

“have fun last night?”

he doesn’t miss the way the words fall bitterly from your lips, or the way your fingers absentmindedly grip your mug a little tighter.

“we’ll go out today,” he says instead of answering, “just need to shower and-” he’s cut off by you slamming the cup down, surprised it doesn’t shatter in your grasp from the force.

“i don’t want to go out today, keisuke. today isn’t our anniversary.”

his lips twitch to a scowl. no way you’re still bitter, right?

“well yesterday is already over. so you have today or next year.”

he doesn’t miss the way you scoff, or the way your hands clench the blanket around your shoulders.

“what was so important?” you find yourself asking, unable to look at him.

“the hell are you talking about?” he chugs a glass of water with the pills he previously grabbed.

“what could’ve been so important you get shitfaced two hours after your shift knowing we had plans?” you clarify, and his jaw clenches at what you could be implicating. his head just seems to throb more, and the thought of an argument does not help.

“i told you last night, we had good sales and the boys wanted to celebrate-”

“we had these plans for three weeks,” you ration desperately, “three!.” you hold up that number of fingers as if it will help emphasize, and baji shoves your hand from his face with his brow twitching.

“stop talking to me like i’m an idiot.” and the fact that he’s derailing the issue to that makes you angrier.

“it’s like you don’t even care,” you scoff, retreating from the kitchen and to the living room. he notes the displacement of some pillows as he follows you, how the cushions aren’t exactly how they should be.

“you sleep out here last night?”

“does it matter?” you sit on the couch, exhausted from the conversation and from being treated so poorly, but the idea of mentioning it brings more pain than you’d like to think about.

“yes,” he sits beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him with little resistance. he presses a kiss to your hair, whispering apology after apology, “‘m sorry for being such a shitty boyfriend,” he starts, “and ‘m sorry for not taking things as seriously as i should. i’ll be better, i promise.”

you’re fine with that, you think. despite knowing his promises are empty, you’re fine with thinking right now they aren’t. if it means the tension will leave your body, you’ll believe anything he’d say.

༝ july 07, 2009

the air is warm around you, humid, when baji picks you up from your apartment for your date.

he grins when he sees you come down the steps, two at a time to throw yourself into his arms, and almost loses his balance if not for him leaning against his bike for support.

“you look cute,” his grin widens when you flush, pinching his cheek with a smile, “miss me?”

“always.” you hum, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. he accepts it greedily, hands finding your waist to pull you closer to him and keep you there, but you’re pulling away before he can get too carried away.

“we’re gonna be late for the movie,” you laugh, offering him a quick peck when he pouts.

“just the previews,” he argues, chasing you when you pull away from him, “maybe the opening credits too,” his lips press against yours, “and the beginning scenes.” another kiss.

“no way,” you break away from the curse he has on you with a smile, “i’ve been wanting to see this since i read the book.” just one more kiss, then you’re pushing him to climb onto the bike, following behind him once he’s settled.

in hindsight, you could’ve skipped the movie altogether. the book was far better, and they didn’t even film your favorite part! but you’re happy you still decided to come out with baji, elated to spend whatever time you can with him.

though things haven’t been super busy at his shop, chifuyu has been running him ragged to get things in top shape, and most of your own time has been taken by exams and work. it’s a nice break, when you’re with him, and the comfort he brings you spreads warmth from your chest and into the deepest parts of your bones.

darkness came a while ago, but neither of you can find it in yourself to care when in the deepest parts of roppongi. the cool night air nips at your skin while on baji’s bike, and you find yourself tucking your hands under his shirt in an effort to keep warm while he drives aimlessly through the streets.

soon you find yourselves on a bridge, and baji stops at the very top and helps you off of the bike when your legs are too shaky with adrenaline to step off on your own. you giggle when he pulls you towards the railing, pushing your back into the cool bars with him standing in front of you.

“got you somethin’.” he leans down, lips ghosting over your own.

“oh yeah?” you hum, standing on your toes to meet him halfway, but missing when he pulls back. he grins at the way you pout, arms wrapping around his shoulders as if it would help keep him in place.

“yeah.” he confirms, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box. you eye him, then the box warily, before he’s gesturing for you to take it.

you do so gently, nimble fingers opening the box and gasping when you see the pretty necklace inside. a silver chain, with a small B at the center.

“for me?” you can’t help but tease, and baji’s smile widens when he sees you like it.

“only you,” he kisses your forehead and plucks the box from your grasp, in the process of removing the necklace from it when you open your mouth to complain, “let me put it on ya.”

you turn, holding your hair out of the way so he can easily clasp it, and he presses a kiss at the nape of your neck once he’s done. it falls nicely at the center of your chest, and baji spins you around with either hand on your shoulders to fully take it in.

“pretty.”

you wrap your arms around his torso to pull him closer to you, kissing his nose, “thank you.”

and the night is settled in each other’s embrace, coming back to your apartment much later than either of you could have anticipated.

༝ april 19, 2008

you’re almost certain you’re at the wrong place.

the address should be correct, based on what you looked up on google, but the noise from inside the garage has you hesitating from continuing forward.

with a bit of hyping yourself up, you're stepping past the door and into the garage. inside are three boys, making much more noise than you expected them to be. not one of them notices you as their argument grows heated.

“-just saying that if she wanted to be with you, she would’ve made a move by now!” argues one with long dark hair, narrowly dodging a wrench that gets thrown his way.

“and i’m saying she’s shy!” the wrench thrower argues, notably oldest of the three and brushing his shorter black hair out of his face, “it’s been a month! i’m just giving it time to work itself out.”

“more like losing it altogether,” smallest of the three, the blond hums out, “you’ve never been good with romance shinichiro.”

‘shinichiro’ visibly deflates, “would it kill you to support me for once mikey?”

“mikey’s just a realist,” the long-haired boy grins, all teeth, “and what kind of friendship would this be if it was built on lies?”

“a happy one.” shinichiro grumbles, turning to grab something and finally taking you in. “oh . . . um, hi, can i help you?”

“hi,” you breath out, very aware of the three pairs of eyes now on you, “i um . . . i’m looking for a baji? baji keisuke?”

two sets of eyes move from you to the boy with long hair, and his own eyes widen for a second before that toothy grin returns.

“s’me, what can i help you with?”

“left your bag in class,” you offer it when he walks towards you, “i didn’t want it to get stolen or anything. . .” you look away from him, and his head tilts slightly, before he snaps and points at you.

“you’re in my english class! thought i recognized you.” he opens the bag, digging through it for a second, then pauses, “how’d you know to come here?”

you flush, bowing your head, “i went through the bag to see if your wallet was it in it -” then straighten yourself, “-for your address! but there was like a bajillion cards for this place in the bottom of the bag and honestly you should probably clean it out because it’s very messy-” you’re talking far quicker than necessary, anxiety increasing when he just smiles at you.

“you’re cute.”

you feel your face heat further, turning away from him, “t-that’s all i came for! see you in class!” before you’re walking out of the garage all too quickly and cursing yourself when you’re about a block down the street at how fucking awkward you are.

“see shinichiro, that’s how you flirt with someone.”

mikey does not dodge the wrench thrown his way, whining about how mean his big brother is and how he can’t be mean and not know how to flirt, while baji smiles dumbly at the number left on his english notebook.

#salmon rowe #keisuke baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader #baji x reader #keisuke x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #tokyo revengers

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Hi again muffin. Could you do a happy/smutty sequel to some of the angsty s/o died to whatever with them being revived by the cadou as is I remember correctly the sisters were all dead when they turned so it wouldn't be too far past the point for an s/o to be saved using it. Also please with the s/o keeping their memory just happy sisters with safe cadou'ed beloveds murdering anyone who looks at their partners wrong.

Again Thank you.

Hiya! Did I get myself a nickname?👀XP

Actually did something similar here, of the reader being revived and the sisters getting clingy :)

Let’s get into this, we need some happy endings after the angst! :)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Bela

She’s head over heels when the cadou implant works and you are brought back to life

Alive. In her arms. Holding her as she holds you. She thought she would never feel it again

She is immensely protective and eager to learn of your new abilities

Also, she barely leaves your side for quite a while. She hopes you don’t mind, though

She is quick to teach you: now it means kill, or be killed

And she will not lose you again

She basks in your warmth, and frankly: is quite flustered around you when you simply have a more powerful aura due to the cadou infecting you

If you grow taller than her due to your transformation, this absolutely is a way to fluster her as well

She’s very eager to learn with you, and support you

Though she is also protective as it comes to your transformation: it’s fresh, and she wants you to be careful. She knows the sensation of feeling unstoppable all too well

She doesn’t want you dying on her purely out of recklessness

If you must feast on blood, she will only bring you the finest. If not, she will ensure you get enough food to sate your hunger

Bela is, aside from being happy you’re back, thrilled at another thing that has been on her mind:

Eternity together

She is so happy to spend the rest of her life with you

She can’t help but get ahead of herself, imagining weddings and such, a future an eternity away of the two of you still together

What is more beautiful than that?

She does not share these thoughts just yet, but is sure to show her love to you every day

In bed, she is absolutely a fan of your enhanced senses and such

More strength to your body? Prepare for her to explore your new limits, bringing orgasm after orgasm or edging for hours until you beg the sweet blonde

To tease you with all the sounds and scents you can hear now-

Her cunt squelching from her wetness,

Her heartbeat quickening,

Her gasps and moans louder and more defined, her own blood pumping

On the submissive side, she absolutely screams in delight when you use your newly acquired strength on her

She is yours, utterly, and you are hers. And everybody who messes with what is hers regrets it bitterly

Every maid glancing at you the wrong way is dragged to the dungeons, never to be seen again

Secretly, she loves when you are possessive/protective and harm, or even murder those looking at her wrong or with a little too much desire

Every intruder who dares come into the castle is slain. Should you not be grossed out by this, she will bathe in their blood with you

Cassandra

The first thing you feel upon waking up, is Cassandra’s weight against you, her arms tightly around you

“How dare you make me worry about you!”

She’s emotional and she hates it. She absolutely will not show you that she has been crying, instead opts for hiding in your neck

You smell different- it excites her, and she immediately asks for a taste

She can’t help it, really

The cadou enriches your blood further. She’s already loved it, but now? She’s shamelessly moaning into your head every single time she has a taste. It tastes so good, and can really get her going

She will not stray from your side for a while, and is eager to test out your new abilities as soon as possible

If you require blood, she is even more thrilled

This means you get to hunt with her!

Cassandra is by no means sappy or a romantic, cheesy lover, but hunting together? It’s the utter definition of romance to her

She loves the mere thought of it, and must hold back from immediately dragging you outside to do so

Upon hunting together, she feels so many things. Pride, eagerness, arousal

It turns her on endlessly to watch you kill and she will need relief- fast and hard, against a tree or on the ground even- she cannot wait until you return to the castle

Aside from this, she is so proud to have an infected lover

She doesn’t want to lose you to mortality. Never. It’s one less thing to worry about

Cassandra will often ask you to join her in the dungeons

She will only pout as normal if you refuse, and ask for extra time spent together later on,

Should you join, the brunette will ramble on and teach you all her ways

Together, you explore your mutation

Cassandra enjoys blood baths and will often ask you to join now that you are infected- it’s so good for your skin, she agues. You’re unsure if this is true or just something she says to lure you into the large pool of blood

Daniela

She pounces on you at the first possible chance, giggling happily

You’ve only been dead for a short while, until the cadou set in, but still…

Your little love bug missed you dearly!

She grins and kisses you, then draws back in surprise at your changed scent and taste

She likes it!

She’s so giddy and clingy, and especially enthusiastic when she finds out about your enhanced strength and senses

This redheaded fly-mutant will insist you carry her the majority of the time of your first few days back

She still loves being carried afterwards, of course, and will often ask you to do so

She immediately serves you the finest of foods- everything, unsure of what your taste will be like

Will you be like her family? Craving blood?

She’ll have bowls and glasses prepared with the finest one, picked by her and (don’t tell😬) stolen from her Mother’s personal collection

Or will you be like Lord Heisenberg and Beneviento and prefer food as you’ve had it?

Not an issue! She’s brought you the finest meals from the duke that even have her stomach growl

She’s excited to see you be more enduring now

She can finally play a little more rough with you!

Of course, she will also be quite emotional for a while, and extremely protective

Have you been killed by a lycan, she will offer you to go for revenge. She knows a small lycan camp just in the forest near the castle…

She wants to show you the mutts haven’t got anything on you anymore. They’re prey, if anything.

She likes to taunt them with her sister and wants to show you they’re no threat anymore

In bed, she is absolutely thrilled to try out new things

Your strength for one. She urges you to take it out on her- she knows she can take it, and is eager to

She wants to feel your hand slapping against her ass cheeks and wants to howl in pain from the amount of force used

Eagerly, she asks you for the same treatment with a strap on/when filling her

She is delighted to explore your body again, over and over again, and is tempted to brat even more than she does at times, eager for punishments

When someone glances at you for too long, she immediately snaps

You’re hers! They have no business looking at you. Perhaps, it would be more merciful to send her poor victim to the cellar once she’s done with them…

When she notices you kill or harm for her, she is flustered. She thinks it’s romantic, unsurprisingly. She’s always wanted a little unhinged monster all to herself! For this to be partly implemented in your personality due to the cadou is exciting to her

She knows, for eternity, you will always have each other. As she likes to say:

You’ll be together, forever

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village

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thebubblesareevil · 5 days

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So I really need to finish a fanfic before starting another one because this is starting to become a habit because I have an idea for a fanfic for a fandom IM NOT EVEN A FAN OF!!!!!! 🙈🤦‍♀️

But…..that being said I would have to actually read the books or watch the movies if I wanna have a story and know the characters but other than that I’m just gonna summon the polys, bisexuals, and twilight fans for help or just to convince me not to write this.

I kinda wanna do a rewrite of twilight eliminating the completely toxic relationships told entirely from Jacob’s POV. HEAR ME OUT!!!

So I heard the whole reason he was in love with Bella was because she was gonna give birth to his soulmate or whatever but….mother dearest only does half the work there 👀 . So the whole fic would be Jacob coming to terms with not only being bu but also being poly.

Keep in mind that I’m and asexual female with no dating experience other than listening to my sisters woes and threatening their boyfriend with a field hockey stick if they got too handsy.

(Didn’t stop that one fucker from stealing all my tools while I was at college though 😡)

ANYWAY! The whole soulmate thing can be changed to like, insta pack bonding with their daughter and I feel like it would also be an over all better ending. Also no hair cutting!!! The explanation for that was bullshit!

Why the fuck would hair length affect fur length when they transform into giant fucking wolves with fur all over their body!?!?!?

So just imagine them getting together and Edward using his hundreds of years worth of hair braiding xp from having 2 sisters and helping Jacob braid his hair.

This idea has been rolling around in my head for awhile but once again I am a white asexual female with no dating xp that has watched maybe 2 1/5 of the movies and never touched the books. If I’m gonna write this I’m gonna need help

And hey! If anyone wants to use this as a prompt, go for it. If it already exists? Cool, let me know. Not sure if I’ll read it cus I’m not really into twilight but I feel like I’d like it WAY more if it wasn’t so toxic

Completely unrelated but I now associate polyamorous folks with parrots. 🦜 this is just how my brain works. You are all parrots in my mind now, flocking together and showing off your pretty feathers!!

#twilight #polyamory #fanfic #bisexual #jacob black #my brain won’t shut up #writing promt #I really do need to finish at least one fic #I need to stop posting shit at 3am and sleep #I’m gonna go crochet instead

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caterpillz · 8 months

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Planning to make a cuff based around Cupcakes (both the Mister Davey video and the actual story kinda mixed together if that makes sense XP)

The pattern is mine, If anyone wants it, let me know ^_^

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iamthegm · 1 year

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Why I Love XP in RPGs

Most anyone who has engaged with a tabletop RPG is familiar with the concept of earning experience points (XP) in order to mechanically improve your characters. Over time, I have really come to appreciate RPGs that use their XP system as a vehicle to encourage playing to the genre or kind of media that the RPG is trying to emulate. Conversely I’ve also grown frustrated with games that say they are about one thing, but only give XP for doing another. For instance, dndbeyond.com says that “In Dungeons & Dragons, the players form an adventuring party who explore fantasy worlds together, embark on epic quests, and level up.” However, in 5e Rules-As-Written you earn XP for “completing combat challenges” according to the 5e Dungeon Master’s Guide. Do you see the dissonance there between what the game says it is about and what the players are actually rewarded for doing? Let me give you an example of a game that I think does XP well as a counterexample.

For instance, the tabletop RPG Blades in the Dark advertises itself as being “A tabletop role-playing game about a crew of daring scoundrels seeking their fortunes on the haunted streets of an industrial-fantasy city. There are heists, chases, occult mysteries, dangerous bargains, bloody skirmishes, and above all, riches to be had– if you’re bold enough to seize them.” When we check out the XP system for the game, we see that type of play supported. In Blades you earn XP as a character for doing a couple different things:

You get to mark XP if you expressed your beliefs, drives, heritage, or background: So we know you earn XP for playing your character in a way that shows these things off- so Blades is a game about roleplaying characters who display these four characteristics regularly.

You get to mark XP if you struggled with issues from your vice or trauma: So, now we know that if your character’s personality flaws (which are mechanical things in Blades) cause them trouble, they get to mark XP. That seems right for a crew of scoundrels!

Additionally in Blades, you get XP for a character specific XP trigger. For instance the Cutter, a character class focused on being a dangerous and intimidating fighter:

You earn XP when you address a challenge with violence or coercion: I think that pretty immediately tells you how the Cutter is supposed to be played! You are playing a character that is about using violence and coercion to get what they want.

In Blades, your crew also earns XP for doing things like contending with other gangs that eclipse their own, bolstering your crew’s reputation, or for displaying the inner nature or conflict inherent to your crew. All things we would want to see in a game about playing criminals!

By the same token as my frustration with systems that say they are about one thing and then mechanically reward another, I think milestone XP or XP for showing up is a missed opportunity. Milestone XP rewards you generally for completing significant narrative goals the GM has set out for you. Now this does provide an incentive, but, in my opinion, not a significantly clarified one. Instead of players knowing exactly how they ought to be playing and what actions they can take to earn XP, they instead are told that they will earn XP at the GM’s discretion, and if they comply with the narrative the GM has for them. Their only directive is to guess what the GM wants them to do. In the same way, getting XP for showing up provides a behavioral incentive, but it's rewarded at the beginning of a session rather than the end. By showing up for a session, a player has fulfilled what they needed to do to earn XP, and are left unclear of what they ought to actually be doing in session.

So, certain RPGs use XP to enhance the themes and narratives of the game at the table. Using milestone XP is a missed opportunity. How can I better implement an XP system at my own table? How can I decide what XP system to use in my game? I’ll give an example of my own thought process below.

For Example:

I am currently running a game of 2nd edition Stars Without Number, an old school renaissance (OSR) sci-fi hex crawl sandbox RPG designed to hearken back to the design principles of basic and advanced Dungeons and Dragons. This means that characters tend to be vulnerable even at high levels, that it is often better to find a way to make a combat encounter lopsided in your favor rather than fight fairly, and that the ruleset is more streamlined than later editions of D&D.

Generally, when I am beginning to run a game I think about the themes I want my players to engage with before I start creating the world (at least in a game where it is expected that the GM will do most, if not all of, the world building). I settled pretty early on wanting to engage with the ways in which empires use capitalism, monetary gain, and comfort to keep people compliant with their regime.

So then, I started to think about the kinds of situations I wanted to put my players in so that they would engage those themes. I knew I wanted to put the pressure on right away for them to start earning money and get them in the loop of taking jobs without really asking a ton of questions. I also knew, after talking to my players, that they were interested in playing freelancers, folks who own a ship and operate in a sort of gray area legally, taking on jobs on both sides of the law. Additionally, I wanted players to come to a point where they realized resisting those in powers is hard. I had a pretty good inkling that at some point my players would eventually want to be Big Damn Heroes, and overthrow the empire that would be aggressively expanding in universe. My goal, when it comes to that decision, is to say “Sure, you can run a resistance, but, uh, where’s the money coming in from?” I wanted them to engage with the concerns that come from opting out of the most prominent economic model. I wanted the crew to have to decide between their morals, and their own prosperity and growth.

This already gave me a ton to work with, and so I started thinking about our XP system, and how to encourage players to play folks who were caught up in needing to make cash quickly, and didn’t have the luxury to ask too many questions about the ethics of what they were doing. It is here I decided to lean on an OSR standby, using currency as XP. Using currency as XP means that roughly each unit of currency (gold in DND terms) is equivalent to one XP. In my Stars Without Number game, the book suggests that for a player to reach level 2 they would need to earn 5,000 credits, and then double it to 10,000 to reach level 3, and so one and so forth. I also really turned the screws by having them owe a monthly debt to the manufacturer of their ship, that if they do not pay there will be consequences.

I believe, by using currency as XP, I have incentivized my players to a certain mode of play, and it has borne results! Time and again, the crew of our little freelancer ship has decided to do unethical job after unethical job to earn credits quickly, either because a bill was breathing down their back or because they thought they might finally earn a little savings towards their next level. They’ve taken a big contract from the empire faction because they have learned it is the easiest way to make money. They’re just now starting to contend with the idea that they want to start a resistance to the empire faction, and they will really wrestle with how they will continue to survive without the guarantee of an imperial contract. I think this gets at my goal to show that compliance with unethical systems of power is often easier than resistance.

Conclusion:

XP is best used as a carrot to encourage certain modes of play. Making it clear to your players what they will earn XP for doing will help them understand what kind of game they are playing. You can use XP to underscore the themes of your game in a way that ties the narrative and mechanics more tightly together, producing a more well-designed experience.

Some questions to think about:

What kind of game is the current XP system I am using encouraging?

How can mechanics encourage narrative?

How can I begin to read games to see if they are designed to do the things they advertise themselves doing?

#gm #dm #tabletop rpg #ttrpg #indie ttrpg #dnd #blades in the dark #stars without number

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kfanopinions · 1 year

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Minho (Lee Know) Ideal Type (Astrology Based)

i will be looking into minho’s moon and venus signs ^^

let's change it up a bit someone who doesn't stick to a routine all the time. minho's sagittarius moon isn't one to stick to a schedule

cry me a river...no please don't his sagittarius moon can be pretty blunt - i would probably say it's sarcasm thrown in there (i'm a sag mercury and i'm a smartass 60% of the time lol). so a partner who isn't super sensitive would do well with this placement

"you don't own me" minho is who he is. he's not changing for anyone and if his partner even tries to change him...good luck because they will not win

"free your mind" he's pretty open to different types of people, ideas, origins etc. he needs someone who isn't close-minded at all

fun and exciting this goes with his sagittarius moon that doesn't like to stick with routine. to switch things up, have fun and explore new things

"just give me a little...a little bits enough..." patience is needed with both his sagittarius moon and his scorpio venus. he's not one to open up quickly or easily

independent partner so with his moon he's a little detached in a relationship. however, with his water sun and venus signs - i'd say this is more or less in the beginning until he feels comfortable

roll with the punches he's wishy washy with his emotions. one second he could promise the world, the next he's saying maybe not. a partner who can handle these wavering feelings is best

i do want to note that with his scorpio sun and venus, this might be at a lesser degree but still something to consider

femme fatale someone who isn't afraid to seduce him (they need to be confident and serious when attempting this)

keep it interesting a partner who doesn't stick to the same ole same. predictability is really boring with his moon and venus signs

give it your all because he is too someone who doesn't half a** the relationship. he's going to give it his all so he expects it in return

let's get it on okay, so with his scorpio venus...how do i say it nicely...he could be uh... h*rny a lot so a partner who can match this energy is ideal

give into love his scorpio sun and venus wants someone who doesn't mind being consumed by him

someone darker this is interesting and it's from his scorpio venus. this could apply that he wants a mysterious/alluring partner. or, that he could actually be attracted to someone who is of darker skin tones

keep it on the down low scorpio's are all about secrets - so it shouldn't come as a surprise that he may want a partner who doesn't mind keeping things a secret. aka no kissing and telling xP

#minho skz #lee know skz #lee know ideal type #minho ideal type #lee know astrology #minho astrology #stray kids astrology #skz astrology

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 27 days

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🎵 Whirling-in-Rags, 8PM

2. "Get a grip Glen. She went to law school."

GLEN - "So fucking what? Lots of models are actually really smart people, fuckwad!"

ELIZABETH - "No, Glen -- they aren't." Her tone is cold and uninvolved.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - This didn't change her opinion of you.

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - It's not her. She's not a Hardie girl. Definitely.

+5 XP

CAFETERIA WINDOW - Again you find yourself looking at that big old window...

3. [Perception (Sight) - Heroic 15] Look out the window.

+1 Inland told you... +1 Mysterious door seen. +1 You've been here for a long time.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Heroic: Success] - There's a yellow ribbon tied to one of the branches -- light yellow, faded with time. A tiny splash of colour in the blackness of the thicket. Hanging from it -- a bronze key.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Someone hid the key in the bush and attached a yellow ribbon to make it easier to find.

VISUAL CALCULUS [Easy: Success] - It's close enough to the latch up there -- one can slide it open and just take it. Surely not a coincidence.

"Someone's hid a key in the bush." (Point at the window.)

TITUS HARDIE- "Huh?" The big guy looks behind him.

"I need your guys to hand the key to me."

"Can you let me slide by so I can grab the thing?"

"Titus, can you hand the key to me please?"

TITUS HARDIE- "I'm not your janitor, cop." He glances at the window. "I don't even know what you're talking about. There's nothing there."

KIM KITSURAGI - "If he says it's there, it's there." The lieutenant takes his glasses off to clean them -- then puts them back on.

2. "Can you let me slide by so I can grab the thing?"

ALAIN - "I don't know about that..." The tattooed man yawns and settles more comfortably on the bench. "I'm comfortable here... don't think any sliding would really help right now."

GLEN - "Sorry, Fucko! Looks like you're gonna have to go bush-diving. Good fucking luck with that -- the hawthorn's got a bitch of a bite!"

SHANKY - "I'm gonna enjoy the sight of you in the bushes out there..."

THEO - With a loud thud the old man stands up -- pushes the window open -- grabs the key from the hawthorn branch and slides it across the table to you.

Take the key.

THEO - The key is brass. 'Workshop, Spare' is etched into its bow. The old man closes the window and sits back down in silence.

Item gained: Spare Key for Workshop

GLEN - "C'mon, man. We were just having some fun! Where's the harm in...?"

THEO - "I'm tired of listening to your shit."

"Thank you." (Nod to the old man.)

"Does anyone know why this key was hanging right outside the Union box window?"

(Look at the key in your hand.) "I wonder what doors does it open?"

[Leave.]

THEO - "Don't thank me." The old man takes out his pack of chewing tobacco. "I don't give two shits about your key."

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - There is a silence around this man's words -- unlike Titus, they're *afraid* of him. That's the type of respect he commands.

2. "Does anyone know why this key was hanging right outside the Union box window?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Didn't even know it was there..." The man looks at the key in your hand -- then around the room. "Boys?"

ALAIN - "No idea."

EUGENE - "Never even seen it. Someone must have hidden it there before this room became our place."

3. (Look at the key in your hand.) "I wonder what doors does it open?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It *could* open the door in the kitchen -- the blue door." He looks at the key in your hand. "It says 'Workshop, Spare' -- maybe there's a workshop there?"

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - It's worth a try.

4. [Leave.]

TITUS HARDIE - "It's you again..." He acknowledges you gruffly. "What is it?"

Scan the room.

"I want to talk about the hanging again."

"Me and Evrart talked. He promised you'd cooperate."

"I found someone who saw the hanging. A witness."

"So I talked to Klaasje about the tape."

"I'm going to take off now." [Leave.]

TITUS HARDIE - "Oh, so you went and talked to my mommy -- and now she's making me play with you?" He spits. "Is that it, lawman?"

SHANKY - "And what's going to happen if we don't?" The little guy leans forward. "You gonna go and *tell* on us?"

"Very mature, guys. Evrart sent word, right?"

"Why don't you push me some more and find out, gimp."

"I would *never* tell on someone!"

"Let's change the subject."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah yeah, I heard him. The fuck do you think I'm doing here? You'd have your ass handed to you if it wasn't for the bossman's word."

"Let me state this very clearly, coppo." He clears his throat and declares: "Hello, officer! I'm Titus Hardie and these are my boys. Hardie boys. How may we assist you?"

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Explosive laughter follows. To his men, Titus Hardie is a golden god. They want to laugh at his jokes even before they leave his lips. This guy is a born leader.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - It would take an army to bend Titus to its will, but having Evrart back you up like that... did seem to have *some* effect.

3. "I found someone who saw the hanging. A witness."

TITUS HARDIE - "A witness?" The tall man crosses his arms on his chest. "You ain't got shit. The locals would never come to you with this."

ALAIN - "That's just cop-tactics, Titus. Next he's gonna tell you one of us already rolled on the others -- and is in witness protection."

"My witness isn't a local."

"Let's just drop this."

TITUS HARDIE - Titus scratches the back of his head and asks: "Well, let's hear it then. Who is your mystery fella?"

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He's not alarmed by the sudden appearance of a witness. But he is surprised.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - This goes without saying, but nonetheless -- don't give out his name.

"Charles Villedrouin, a high ranking government official from Rue de Saint Ghislaine 33-B."

"Let's just say he's a high ranking government official -- and leave it at that."

"Who he *is* is irrelevant."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah, right... like we wouldn't know if an MI plant was in our town." Titus looks over his shoulder to his men. "Nice try, right?"

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - MI is short for Moralintern. Moralintern is short for Moralist International, the coalition that runs Revachol.

ALAIN - "I've seen this shit a million times, Titus. Flyfishing -- they're desperate." He turns to you. "Tell us, copper, what wacky claims did he make?"

"The witness said the hanging went down very quietly. No shouting, no commotion."

"The witness said he saw two people of Areopagite descent. And one Mesque."

"The witness said it all looked like a *surreal play*."

"Enough about the witness."

SHANKY - "It's you assholes that feel the need to go around like a fucking brass band -- the Hardie boys are dead silent."

ALAIN - "Yeah! It's like they put cowbells on you before they send you to the streets." He says provokingly. "What's with the cowbells, police man?"

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - They're avoiding having to answer this question.

"I'd imagined you guys drinking and singing lynching songs. What's with the funeral silence?"

Never mind.

GLEN - "We were drinking!" He looks around. "Weren't we guys? I hit the bottle hard. I was drunk as fuck."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Right. I'm convinced, Glen." He nods sarcastically. "Nothing off here. Just a regular hanging."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Bullseye! Glen looks around uncomfortably. The lieutenant hit a nerve.

2. "The witness said he saw two people of Areopagite descent. And one Mesque."

EUGENE - "Areopagite?" He starts laughing. "Boss, I think he's trying to say me and Theo."

TITUS HARDIE - "Well yeah..." Titus nods. "What is confusing you? Eugene, Theo and Alain were there too. I already told you -- we were all there."

3. "The witness said it all looked like a *surreal play*."

ALAIN - "Those flaccid MI cocks with their *culture* language." The Mesque spits on the ground angrily. "Everything's a *surreal play* or a *sublime whatever*. Doesn't mean anything."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It means the whole scene was long and drawn out. Like it was from a *film*."

SHANKY - "What is this fella's problem?!" The little guy addresses everyone and no one. "Sorry, we didn't make it more action-packed. It wasn't the first thing on our minds you see."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Shanky -- it's Shanky, right?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "I thought there's something wrong about the lynching story. Now I *know* there was."

SHANKY - "You don't know shiiiiiit!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "I know you're lying, Shanky." He writes in his notebook.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - You didn't break this wagon fort, but you did manage to rattle the people inside a bit.

TITUS HARDIE - "Some witness... I pulled the same shit. Came up with some shit -- then went and said it to people. Get a reaction. Don't have to go to cop school to try that."

GLEN - "You don't have to go to school for shit -- I never went to school and I'm doing great!"

EUGENE - "You doing a hell of a job, man! Hell of a job!"

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Okay, maybe it doesn't *feel* like this did anything to them -- but they have to be fretting a *little*. Everyone is afraid of witnesses. *Witness* is a scary word.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - So much bluster to hide the fact that they're uncomfortable with you having this info.

3. "So I talked to Klaasje about the tape."

TITUS HARDIE - "And?"

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He tenses immediately. Chest tightens. Jaw sets. Ready for another blow.

"And nothing. She stands by what she said."

"I'll get back to you on that one."

TITUS HARDIE - "That fucking fucker..." He stares at his beer for two seconds -- intently -- then turns to you. "You're the worst cops in Revachol! I gave you *gold* on that tape."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - That 'fucker' wasn't aimed at you. It was at *her*.

"Gold? It was just locker room talk. It's not evidence."

"It was dark stuff, but it didn't prove anything. And it didn't change her mind."

"Yeah it was bad. Honestly, I expected it to have more effect…"

"She pretty much laughed it off, Titus."

TITUS HARDIE - "Dark?! Dark is when you start a goddamn death-rock band! He said he'd rape her!" He shakes his head in disbelief.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Sounds like he wanted it to change her mind about the hanged man. This is definitely personal.

TITUS HARDIE - "What did she have to say then? Fine by her?! This is what people are *supposed* to be like? Fucking whoopty doo!"

"She did not say *whoopty doo*."

"It did not come as a surprise to her. And she definitely wasn't scared."

"Actually, I think it made her a little *nostalgic*."

"If anything, she seemed turned on by the whole doorgunning thing."

"Titus, she said she would like to be a little doorgunner herself, if she could."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I can confirm that."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - I see what you're doing there. Let's push him.

TITUS HARDIE - "She didn't? Well, *whoopty doo* then!" He's too angry to drink his beer. He just stares at it.

5. "Titus, she said she would like to be a little doorgunner herself, if she could."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes. In fact..." The lieutenant looks at you, then him. "I think she thought it was a little funny."

TITUS HARDIE - "Funny?" Titus mumbles, his lips barely moving: "No good goddamn psycho whore..."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Seems like they wanted to give Klaasje a second chance to play along -- she *still* didn't.

TITUS HARDIE - "Alright!" He slams his giant fist on the door frame. "All-fucking-righty then! I guess it's good then! That fucking..."

ELIZABETH - "Please try to control yourself in the presence of *visitors*, Titus." Her voice is a bit softer than earlier.

TITUS HARDIE - "This is just perfect. Just fucking perfect. Any thoughts on this, lawman?" Titus rubs his chin with his palm, as if trying to grind it smooth.

Task complete: Doorgunner Megamix

+10 XP

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - You don't have to say everything out loud. Just mix and match.

There's not actually a *penalty* for saying everything.

"I think this is personal for you. I think you had feelings for her."

"I think you had a lie planned, but she didn't play along."

"Maybe she isn't who you thought she was."

"Maybe she is still in denial. You know, like a defence mechanism."

"Be straight with me, Titus: What really happened?" (Wrap this up.)

GLEN - "Pft!" Glen explodes with indignation. "Everyone's got feelings for each other! Where are you going with this?!"

TITUS HARDIE - "It's alright, Glen." He rubs his temple. "I just thought she... I thought *anyone* would come around if they heard that shit. Apparently I was wrong."

GLEN - "Yeah, that was fucked up." He smiles sympathetically.

SUGGESTION - He wanted her to see the man for what he was. Now that you know, you might wanna lay off this topic -- or else you might antagonize him.

+5 XP

TITUS HARDIE - "I just got too worked up. Big man lost his shit." He shakes his head. "It's cool now."

2. "I think you had a lie planned, but she didn't play along."

TITUS HARDIE - "I asked for your opinion, not a bed-time story. Tell it to your grandma."

"This tape was the last chance for her to do what was planned."

"Sure, I'll do that."

KIM KITSURAGI - "But she didn't. She knows she can't lie to us. Unlike you."

Hm.

TITUS HARDIE - "Fantastic. So *now* you remember how to do your job..." He despondently glances at his beer. "I'm so sick of this piss -- we should get something harder in here."

SHANKY - "Yeah, guys, we should get a party going tonight!"

THEO - "Why?"

SHANKY - "Uh..." He looks at the old man in the corner. "Maybe not then."

LOGIC - Success. They admitted to unlawful collaboration to derail the investigation.

+5 XP

3. "Maybe she isn't who you thought she was."

TITUS HARDIE - "Nah... I know her." He looks upstairs, distracted. "She's just a girl in over her head."

"You don't know?! She's a model! She won a pageant!"

"She's not some helpless girl. She handled the mercenary well enough."

"She's a hard-core party girl with a bigger death wish than mine."

"Huh, I guess you do know her then."

TITUS HARDIE - "*Handled* him?" He baulks. "She got into some stupid shit with that guy. Shit *we* had to take care of."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes, yes, we heard all about it and the fact still stands: you were more disturbed by the tape than her."

4. "Maybe she is still in denial. You know, like a defence mechanism."

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah... maybe. That is a possibility."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - He does not sound very convinced anymore.

5. "Be straight with me, Titus: What really happened?" (Wrap this up.)

TITUS HARDIE - "I already told you." He puts his giant face in his hands and sighs. "We fucking hanged him."

New task: Get the whole story from Titus

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - There's less gusto in his voice now. His men too are growing increasingly silent.

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - They're confused. This is growing over their heads.

KIM KITSURAGI - "C'mon, Titus. We know you didn't hang him. He was *shot*." He taps on his notebook. "I know you're tired; so am I -- why don't you just..."

TITUS HARDIE - "You know what?" He gets closer. "I *am* tired. I'm tired of you *and* the whore upstairs."

"Next time you see her -- tell her Titus said FUCK OFF!" He throws his beer can down.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - This is the petulant rage of someone who's at the end of their wits.

TITUS HARDIE - "That lying, scamming... We're done! This is over, you understand? Your little investigation -- is OVER."

ALAIN - "Yeah..." There is a silence in the room. Alain starts saying something -- then thinks best not to.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - On the floor, beer drips out of the can, into a small puddle. No one does anything about it.

TITUS HARDIE - "What is this quiet funeral shit? What we need is some *beers* in us!" He looks around. "BARTENDER! Twenty beers for the Dockworkers' Union!"

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Why don't we make it FORTY, huh?" The man shouts from behind the counter. "Why don't we make it A HUNDRED beers, you're not loud enough!"

GLEN - "A hundred beers -- now we're talking!" Glen livens up. "Hoppity-hop over here cafeteria manager!"

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - The window might be closing. The more beers they get in them, the less cooperative they will be.

3. [Rhetoric - Godly 16] Convince Titus he is being manipulated.

+1 Mentioned surreal play. +1 Strange reaction to bullet. +1 Evrart asked to cooperate. +1 Understood why Titus is upset. -1 Pushed Titus on the tape. +1 Warned about the tribunal. +1 Discussed eighth Hardie. +1 Confronted about drug trade.

RHETORIC [Godly: Success]- Convince *Titus?* he's being manipulated? You should know by now -- Titus Hardie will never falter.

One of his boys will.

"That's it then. Case closed." (Look around.) "We're going home, Kim."

RHETORIC - Just remember it's about more than Klaasje. It's about these men and Martinaise: their district, their *responsibility*.

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - Outside in the evening light -- ruined and old, shadows lengthen on the pavement. A distant gunshot.

2. "That's it then. Case closed." (Look around.) "We're going home, Kim."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Huh?" The lieutenant raises his brow.

RHETORIC - He'll get it. Go on.

"Write it down, Kim -- in Martinaise they just kill you because they don't *like* you."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Got it." He takes out his notebook. "Kill you -- because they don't like you. All because..."

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harrier du bois #titus hardie #hardie boys #elizabeth beaufort #garte the cafeteria manager

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whiskersz · 2 months

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Haaaaaaiii (mysteriously) i was wondering if I could ask for both matchups? :33 (you don't know me btw...)

My name's Tezel, I'm a 20 yr old agender aromantic bisexual and I go by they/it!!

I'm not entirely sure how to describe myself, but I guess I could say I enjoy spending time with others a lot! I always try to be friendly, and when I feel comfortable enough with someone, I might end up talking way too much...Sometimes I feel like I should probably apologize to them!

Also, I'm not really one to judge people, so I always try my best to be as understanding as possible. I'm not someone who gets angry w their friends easily either...Guess that'd take a lot!

As for my interests, I really enjoy drawing, and I also really like listening to music! ^_^ Something else I enjoy is collecting plushies, so I will always be extremely thankful to anyone who'd think of giving me one as a gift! Also, I absolutely love dinosaurs, so I might accidentally go on a ramble about them with someone I'm speaking with! I just think they're neat :P

Something else about me, which I'm definitely not proud of, is that I easily end up getting anxious over the silliest things. If it gets too bad, I might try to seek comfort from my friends or anyone I'm close to. Usually, that helps a lot.

If I'm close enough with someone, I will definitely be very cuddly around them, or at least give them hugs often! Of course, if I'm not sure if they're comfortable with it, I will ask beforehand if they're ok with it! I always value people's feelings before my own.

And lastly, I know many random facts about animals, so I'll often bring them up to people I'm speaking with if a certain animal is brought up or if I'm asked something about it! I'm often told I know a lot a lot about them :3

Anyways, that should be everything. I really hope the info I gave you works just fine!! Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to do this... ^_^

(bgff)

Hey you!! I finally got to your matchup, yay!! Now, I know veryyy well who your favourites are – but! I tried to read this as if I didn’t know you, apologies if the characters I chose aren’t really of your liking, I tried XP

With aaall of that said, your romantic matchup is...

Sir Pentious!

I can totally see you and Pentious bonding for a very wide number of reasons. I don’t usually do this in matchups, but I can see you approaching him first and complimenting him on how cool he looks – he’s a snake after all, and you love animals -; he even sounds cool, with all the inventions he comes up with! He’d get really flustered over someone paying this much attention to him but at the same time be very proud of himself, and he’d totally take some time to brag a little, encouraged by your shower of compliments. This is kind of how your first meeting would go, in my opinion!

After that, you two would be inseparable: you’d ramble about your interests and he’d ramble back about his, and you’d give each other opinions on what the other has said. This would continue for hours on end! He’d also grow so fond of you to let you witness him and the egg boys at work; you’d think of this as the coolest thing ever. Eventually, you’d end up dating, probably planning to confess in the same exact moment too. It’d be a bit of an awkward confession, but one full of chuckles and hugs and reassurance!

Pentious is a biiig cuddle bug – he loves hugs, snuggling up against you, hand holding and when you do all of that to him! Therefore he doesn’t mind your hugs at all, he actually asks for them himself. He’s the type to hold your hand under the table while you’re all having dinner at the Hotel and then blush about it, and he also plays with your hands a lot. his hand is probably pretty big and slender, so he loves to point out how small your hands are compared to his.

He absolutely adores when you show him your art, he definitely goes a little overboard with compliments sometimes as he tends to exaggerate things in general but he does think everything that he says, so his comments are very genuine. If you draw him sometimes he’ll be very flustered about the fact that you find him handsome enough to make him a portrait!

He’s actually the type of demon to sit down next to you if he notices you drawing and join you in your activity. Not that he’s great at it himself, but what matters is that he’s willing to spend some quality time with you doing something that you enjoy.

You and Pentious also don’t get on each other’s nerves often at all. If one of you does something mildly annoying you both always end up apologizing immediately afterwards in fear that the other will get mad at you, so it’s very rare that you get mad in this relationship.

Also, if he does do something that upsets you, he’ll be feeling awful all day and do something to cheer you up, like get you a new plushie or bake something for you. Not that he doesn’t do little acts like these randomly during your relationship too though; he’s actually a big gift giver and he loves acts of service so it’s not rare for him to show up at your bedroom door with a trail of freshly made cookies or a handmade little gift. In fact, most of his time in his room/studio is spent figuring out what to make for you next!

When you start panicking over something for the first time, he gets a little bit anxious himself as well, not going to lie. With time though he learns that all you really need from him is for him to act natural and distract you a bit with some silly jokes, and perhaps a bit of light hearted comfort and a cuddle. From that point on he cherishes it every time you turn to him for help, as you’re his first supporter too.

I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it!! As for your platonic matchup, I think you’d be besties with...

Charlie!

To start off, these will be a little bit on the shorter side as they’re platonic headcanons. Anyways, you and Charlie sure love to hang out and listen to each other ramble! She’ll stare at you with big wide eyes and wonder on her face as you spew facts about dinosaurs and animals; she’ll be especially interested on the cute ones, she adores cute things!

She’s also big on physical affection, so she will never decline a hug from you! Now, longer cuddling sessions might be a little off-limits as she’s dating Vaggie and the latter can get a bit jealous over these things, so you both decide to respect her and stick to hugs and the occasional friendly hang holding while walking around.

Charlie gladly joins you and Pentious in your drawing sessions; she’s a little better at drawing than he is, and will fill the entire page with doodles of hearts and rainbows and stars if you don’t stop her...it’s very endearing!

She values everyone’s feelings a lot, so when she senses that you’re in distress she’ll immediately be by your side. She can be a little bit awkward at offering advice sometimes as she doesn’t have much clue of what goes on in humans’ minds after all, but she’s trying her best to cheer you up and that’s what matters. She will also refrain from judging you herself, as she is the Princess of literal Hell.

Charlie loves your plushie collection; she’s got one of her own! She’s obsessed with taking pictures of her plushies so she’ll definitely do the same thing with yours, too, especially the ones that she finds adorable. When your birthday or some other kind of celebration comes around, a plushie will definitely be her main present from you; she might let the secret escape though while excitedly asking which ones you’d like to get if somebody got you one, right now...

(bgff <33)

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel #matchup #hazbin hotel matchup #matchups #hazbin hotel matchups #sir pentious #charlie morningstar

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beesmygod · 10 months

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So TotK seems to be clicking where BotW wasn't. Any insight on what the key differences are that work for you?

note: i played botw up until the calamity ganon fight and then went "yeah ok ive played a zelda game before", put it down and never went back. didnt play the dlc

i dont think anyone would be surprised to know that im a "majoras mask was the best zelda" guy but the reason has little to do with the "darker tone" or the lore but because reusing assets allowed the dev team to greatly (GREATLY in this case holy shit) expand on the actual contents of the game itself. i love gold/silver best for the same reason.

botw is like running around an empty movie set. theres nothing in that fucking game. at the time, due to the proliferation of crafting mechanics infesting literally every AAA game, it felt like nintendo was more focused about hitting all the checks on a checklist of tired mechanics that were included just for the sake of saying they had it. crafting! weapon durability! open world! pbbbbt.

none of these things proved to be enjoyable to me. keeping in mind that ive been playing zeldas since the snes (skipping only a handful of handheld games), the changes felt like steps away from what makes zelda games unique. crafting felt like an arbitrary step between me and potions. i wanted to swing my master sword with power, not experiment with clumsy weapons that stop existing after i finally get a feel for them. and the open world, frankly sucked.

mm rewarded me for my curiosity. experimentation and exploration would lead to interesting or gratifying results (did you know theres a paper airplane in ikana canyon...). botw is like playing in the window xp background. theres barely any landmarks, except shrines, or anything to do outside of getting the yiga clan's ass. theyre easy to pick out because theyre literally the only people on the road. the world is put to waste; i cant play with it, i can just observe and be extremely artificially hindered by its vastness.

this doesnt really fit anywhere else in the above open world rant, but trading the shrines for small and sparce dungeons was a huge let down. i was hoping for a series of cohesive puzzles intended to help my mastery of my newest weapon or ability. you know. like a zelda game

totk fixed this and every other problem in the best way possible; the devs dumped a ton of toys into my playpen, gave me a hot glue gun, and told me to go buck wild. i love to build a horrible contraption to solve my stupid problems or kill me instantly. i love that experimenting with weapons involves actual experimentation if you desire or you can have an inventory exclusively full of spear type weapons with vastly different properties by gluing a bunch of rocks or monster parts to it. but most importantly....the "stock up->head out->explore->return" loop no longer feels like i have to go to the dmv over and over.

sure, the depths are artificially large in the way that the map in botw was; theres not a lot to do except reveal the map and do plot stuff. but the overworld was given a complete overhaul using the empty map as a starting point. theres actually stuff to look at, ruins to explore, caves to investigate, holes to jump into, and all that shit in the sky to explore. the sky map might be sparse but its meticulously crafted so that just the process of explorating the archipelagos feels like a puzzle you need to solve, as opposed to a hurdle you have to jump.

there is so much more to do in totk that im pretty sure im over 20 hours in and havent done any of the regional main quests. ive been running around picking up side quests, uncovering the map, exploring the depths, fucking around in the sky, and dying my clothes. but its not annoying or overwhelming. it feels more alive and less like a weird map in an abandoned gmod server. im having fun.

for crit: imo, one of the biggest criticisms i have for both these games is that the voice acting is horrendous. nintendo has too much money to be tapping people who sound like they just got out of the shenmue soundbooth. zelda was not improved by voice acting and they should probably go back to everyone just having short exclamations like "HEH HEEH!" or "hmmm...".

also link doesnt roll anymore and its really fucking me up. im really struggling here lol. i keep trying to do dark souls shit and every fight involves me accidentally zooming in with the sheikah slate instead of locking on, hitting l1 istead of shield, and whistling for my horse instead of drinking estus.

also nerf rain

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ravenwitch45 · 5 months

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Ok so you know how striker was lit on fire I'm the new episode? Can j request headcanons where striker comes back to his house and his female s/o helps him? Feel free to ignore

(Yeah good lord, I felt so bad when that happened, he deserved it and I don't blame Blitz but man, how desperate and scared he seemed by it fucking hurt, so love this idea, I'll do my best to give the cowboy some comfort.)

Striker getting help from his Fem SO with his burns, reluctantly XP

Striker practically slammed the door open before closing it, startling you greatly, his clothes were singed and his tail was wrapped around his waist, a burn mark on the tip showing why he was avoiding dragging it across the ground, a very disgruntled look on his face

"What the hell happened?! Are you okay?!"You exclaim, causing him to groan a bit "Nothing! A job just went a little so-south that's all"He grumbles awkwardly, you of course say that's bullshit noting the several burn on his body and clothing and he's too tired to argue with you.

You settle for getting him to sit down so you could help with the burns, pulling out some cool burn gel to place on the burns after he strips down with some difficulty to show you it all, you can't fix the clothes a seamster is probably what he needs but that can wait.

He growls at the sting and chill as you apply the gel at every burn, the one on his tail being particularly difficult as he keeps squirming and rattling it, making you pin it down so you could actually do it, which he grumbles at of course, even more so when you tell him he'll have to try not to move his tail all that much so he doesn't fling the gel off.

Striker is far from a nice patient, but he's not fighting you much either, just complaining and groaning which you ignore both, cause you know he needs this if he doesn't want these wounds for longer then necessary, maybe even avoid them scarring too badly if at all.

You wish he called you when it happened, since a quick application helps more but you don't complain, your just glad he's alive and not sick from the wounds getting infected or something. You still got to him relativley quick.

Eventually you finish apply stuff on all the burns you can see with him just in his boxers before asking if there's any other burns you should know about, he stiffens at that before saying no, and you immediately know he's lying.

You know the routine well enough, so you just ask where it is? His eyes widen but he still shakes his head, refusing to say it, too embarassing so you ask again and he snaps "Why do you care so much?! I can do it myself Y/N! Haven't you helped enough with the aftermath of me being pathetic already!"

You go silent for a second before raising a brow "Okay first, I'm helping you Striker, there's no reason to be like that, and second, in no way are you pathetic! What got that idea in your head?"

"Because I keep losing Y/N! Whenever a job puts me up against them, or anyone with a decent bit of skill, I lose horribly and end up having to run away with my fucking tail between my legs, I keep getting humliated!"

"Having a run of bad luck doesn't make you pathetic, Losing some fights doesn't either, what matters is that your alive for satan's sake! I know how quick death happens around here, so you surviving is strong in my eyes."You counter making him grumble

"I... I just hate not being strong enough, or smart enough it's just... I hate feeling this weak sometimes."The cowboy admits before you hug him, making sure to not irritate any of his burns "Your not weak, it's strong to live to fight again another day, and I'm sure you'll win this one day, one way or another, just let yourself rest, and give yourself some grace Striker."

He awkwardly nods, thanking you with a slight blush on his face and you say your welcome before smirking, "Now where's the last burn Striker?" causing him to sigh as he grips the elastic of his boxers "Not a word after we're done, ya hear?"

"No promises."

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Rock you Like a Hurricane PT1:

New message:

A Notification pops up on the arcade machine

UtahSuperstar7:

Hi,Sorry to startle you . I’m not a stalker I swear.. I thought I programmed this so it would display my name and not my user name.

Anyway I’ve hacked this…

Its my favorite game. Anyway dont tell anyone I

hacked this please… I need to stay long enough to get information

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Michael sighs… knowing he has to get them off the machine before his Dad figures out its been hacked… he begins to type back.

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Player 1:

Why do you need information?___________________________________

UtahSuperstar7:

Long story…. I would say I was looking for somone but uh…After a while you get to a point you’ll even settle for answers.

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The message and the user name combined gives Michael a good enough guess as to who he’s talking to…

He just… hasn’t seen her in years and didn’t know she could hack but given its her he is talking to it doesn’t surprise him.

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Player 1:

Wait a Hot minute I recognize your username…somebody used it as some sort of sports nickname…

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Michael smirks as he types it hoping she will correct him on the sports part or just admit who she is. ___________________________________

UtahSuperstar7:

Please. Tell me you weren't at Hurricane High anywhere

between 85 -88?

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That was not the response Michael wanted or expected but it still makes him more certain he’s talking to Y/N…

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Player 1:

No can do…

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UtahSuperstar7:

Okay well maybe you are wrong and you dont recognize the nickname? xP

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Player 1:

Superstar of Utah…Y/N?

Cheer Captain?

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UtahSuperstar7:

Nobody calls me that …

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Michael had forgotten about that that her real name reminded her of her dead sister so she adopted a nickname a while back…

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Player 1:

You’re looking for Suzie aren’t you?

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UtahSuperstar7:

Who the hell are you and what do you know about my sister?

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Michael … didn’t know how to answer that one … oh Yeah my Dad murdered your sister and stuffed her corpse into a baby chicken robot… yeah Um… No … especially not to her…

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Player 1:

About as much as you Unfortunately. That she disappeared at a Halloween party …in 1980

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Utahsuperstar7:

Again Who the hell are you and what do you know about my sister?…

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Player 1:

Y/N …Im…Im sorry… for everything. For.. I shouldnt have let them smash your cassettes..

Rock is actually … kinda rad….

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UtahSuperstar7:

Of course this would end up being you…Look Whatever screwed up prank your pulling this isnt Candid camera.

ok, so save it. I …

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Player 1:

No I…. I mean it… I didn’t Know how

badly I had hurt you until it was too late ...

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UtahSuperstar7:

You have one thing right…

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Player 1:

And what would that be?

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Utahsuperstar7:

That its too late…

The person I used to be disapeared with my sister .

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That. That’s why she joined… cheer? To forget? To be someone else… she … never

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Player 1:

Wait… you never rebought the albums again?

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Utahsuperstar7:

Think of one reason I should have…

Bowie, Mecury , music in general you dont need it to live…

Suzie She had made a note before… to try and fix them she took them out of the..trash.

I was so annoyed with her because she stole my …doll after I agreed to be dress like it ffor halloween… I… whatever happened to her… I never got to tell her… The last thing I said to her… was I .. I wished I didn’t have a sister.

Look I liked rock once I liked a lot of things once. What was it you all said … No wonder I watch star…bullshit considering Im basically an alien myself?

How are you surprised I got the message loud and clear? The only reason I would’ve listened to it is… because she convinced me … before she disappeared before she stole my doll before the fight ….

I cant Listen to Hard Rock anymore … it … reminds me too much of her.

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Player 1:

Good thing those aren’t hard rock then…

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Utahsuperstar7:

Im sorry what?

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Player 1:

Those aren’t Hard rock they are Glam Rock…

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Utahsuperstar7:

how do you know…wait a minute!!!

You secretly listened to them too didn’t you?

Hypocrite…

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Michael was laughing he’d.. missed that…

However, as he went to reply the screen went Dark only a white glitching text Saying Error and a frozen chat box from

???:

Stop!

talking about what happened to me…

It hurts her. I wont let her hurt

like I do…

Stop!

The electrical outlet the games plugged into crackles and begins to steam ending whatever conversation Michael had been having

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