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[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 5

Hi guys, I want to thank everyone who commented on the most recent Royal Pain and all the people that commented on the Midsummer's AU. I saw some that I hadn't seen comment in awhile and it made me so happy to see them back. I missed you all.

Here we have more of Wayne being badass. I know it feels like he's the main character right now, but trust me it will shift to the younger members soon enough.

And I got the chapter two to work finally, so I will be linking to the original from now on.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Sun down on the following Saturday saw Wayne Munson in front of the whole town. Businesses closed. Only the hospital, fire and police station remained opened and they only had the most basic of crews.

Behind him on his left were Steve and Nancy and on his right were Billy and his bride, Heather. In front of him were the five boys that had attacked Steve.

Mayor Roberts stood between the two sets holding a microphone, he too was flanked. Sheriff Danny Powell stood on his right and Jim Hopper stood on his left.

“Welcome everyone. It is a sad day in Hawkins when we have to meet like this. I know it is hard on the lives and livelihoods of the people of this fair town. But a sickness has come to this town. The mindset of those not like being othered, seen as monsters and demons.”

The crowd murmured and hummed.

“But this town was not founded on those ideals. It was founded on peace and brotherhood between all its people. The humans, the vampires, and the werewolves. For nearly one hundred and fifty years this town has stood as testament to kinship that it has fostered. Which is why it is with much trepidation I have made the decision to let Sheriff Daniel Powell go as police chief of our fair town.”

The murmurs became more angry and sharp.

“He was told by several members of this community that these five boys before me were up to no good. That they would cause harm. Vampires and werewolves alike came to your sheriff with concerns and he waved them away. Regular people such as yourselves came to him that these boys meant serious harm to the supernatural members–nay to your neighbors and still he waved them away. Is that the type of man you want to protect and defend your town?”

Sheriff Powell looked down in shame as the crowd let out small cries of distress. Because no, that wasn’t what the town wanted. Most of them had thought him a good man. But this cast doubt on that very image. If he would turn a blind eye to a threat to a supernatural person, would he do the same to a black man or woman of ill repute, just because he didn’t care for their kind?

“Jim Hopper has graciously offered his assistance in stepping back into his old position of police chief. He will hold it until it is time to elect a new sheriff and with hope he will run then, as well.”

Hopper smiled and shook his head. “We’ll see,” he growled.

Mayor Roberts smiled back. “I will now turn the time over to Wayne Munson.”

Powell moved off to the one side and Mayor Roberts and Chief Hopper moved to the other. Wayne stepped up and an eerie silence descended on the crowd.

“It appears I’ve been too soft on this town,” Wayne growled, his voice reaching every corner of the town hall without the aid of the microphone. “Hunters think they can just come into my town, my territory and hunt people like a pack of feral dogs.”

The boys were forced to kneel in front of the crowd. Their hands were tied behind their backs and they bowed their heads.

“These are the children you raised,” Wayne told the crowd. He picked up something from the table next to him and held it up. “A foot trap made of silver. Considered inhumane to animals used to trap a nineteen year old boy, not much older than themselves. Yes, Steven Harrington is no average boy, but he is young nonetheless.”

He threw a few feet in front of the crowd, it clanging noisily to ground, the people in the front leaping back. He picked up the shattered pieces of the cross they had nailed Steve to.

“They bound him in silver to a wooden cross!” Wayne snarled. He threw the pieces after the trap.

The whole crowd gasped in horror as the pieces clattered to the floor. He picked up the final object off the table and held it above his head.

It was a metal bat. Not silver, but deadly all the same. The tip was rust red. Wayne threw to the ground as he had done the others. “They were beating him with this.”

“These are your children!” he growled. “Have I not been good to you? Have I not been kind?”

There were murmurs among the crowd.

“You have forgotten you are are under my protection!” Wayne roared. “Without me the pack and coven would have free rein of the town, like the roving gangs of old. You are fortunate that the current alpha and Dominus are generous. Do you not recall the terror that ruled under alpha Jack Sullivan before I tore his pack to pieces? Do you not remember the children that were be experimented on under the Dominus Dr Martin Brenner? Before Billy Hargrove came and cleaned out the lab and the coven that reeked of death?”

The crowd was stock still. Pin dropping would sound like thunder in that hall.

“Five years for Brenner,” he continued. “Ten years for Sullivan. Mere drops in the bucket of time for someone as old as myself, but to you? Far too long. That they were able to hide from me their ills for as long as they did, was an abomination. But they were summarily dispatched when I did find out.”

The crowd became restless.

“So I have passed judgment upon these youths,” Wayne said. “The two younger boys, Joshua Bentley and Chance Nelson will learn the ways of the pack and of the coven. Spending six weeks with each sect to unlearn the hate you taught them.”

The crowd let out a sigh of relief. That was good punishment for the two boys.

“Andy Duncan will be tried as a child,” he continued. “For criminal mischief and conspiracy to commit assault. It is likely that he will be forced to spend his time at a youth facility where he will remain until he turns eighteen. Then it will be up to the courts to move him to an adult facility or release him.”

The crowd took up the murmuring again as this was a little more harsh then the other boys, but still lenient.

Wayne grabbed Jason and Patrick by their collars and hauled them bodily to their feet.

“As for these two boys,” he snarled, “the mayor wants to try them as adults for use of an illegal trap,” the boys rolled their eyes, “assault with a deadly weapon,” Patrick gulped, but Jason was still smug, “conspiracy to commit murder,” Jason was mentally counting the number of years he would get and tilted his head like it was acceptable while Patrick turned white, “and for attempted murder.”

Jason looked shocked for the first time, he didn’t think they would go for the attempted murder charge, he had been told by his lawyer that it was unlikely because of how young they were. “And because of the laws of this town are unique, they will also be tried for supernatural hunting. A crime punishable by death.”

Patrick fainted and Jason threw up. Josh who had been sitting nearby, leapt out of the way of the vomit.

“But I am merciful,” Wayne continued, slowly lowering the unconscious Patrick to the ground. “They will spend time with me for six months and then I will make my own recommendations to the judge on the charges to proceed with.”

That was when Jason fainted, right into the pile of his own sick.

The crowd’s relief was palpable. Everyone was murmuring with agreement and elation.

“Let this be a lesson to you all,” Wayne concluded. “I am merciful, but test me one more time and you too will face my wrath.”

“Go!” he barked and everyone in the hall turned and fled.

All that was remaining was the mayor, Sheriff Powell and the six supernatural beings.

“Will you being staying in our town?” Wayne asked Powell.

Powell shook his head. “No. I got a job lined up in Chicago. I wasn’t meant for small town politics. I put my own prejudices ahead of the lives of the citizens of this town.”

“You still gonna be a copper?” Hopper asked.

Again he shook his head. “No, I can’t risk making the same mistake in a bigger town. I’m going to teach self-defense.”

They all nodded.

Mayor Roberts patted Powell’s arm. “You’re a good man who made a bad decision, don’t let this moment define the rest of your life.”

Powell nodded. He gave the mayor’s shoulder a squeeze and walked away.

“There goes a deeply troubled man,” Nancy said. “Do you think he’ll be all right?” She hugged her sides.

“Chicago is the best place for him to find that out,” Billy said. “It will either consume you or learn enough about yourself to survive.”

Steve put his arm around her and she leaned into his comfort.

“I hope the town can heal from this,” Mayor Roberts said. “There has been so much pain and hurt in this town in the last decade. I’m not sure how much more it can take.”

Wayne shook his head. “This town survived two world wars and a Great Depression, it will survive this.”

Mayor Roberts smiled sadly. “It is good to have such a long perspective, my friend.” He squeezed Wayne’s shoulder and slipped away, leaving behind the three vampires and three werewolves.

Hopper scratched the back of his head, sheepishly. It was strange look on the werewolf. “I’ve never been police chief and not the alpha before.”

“I prefer it,” Billy said with a low growl. “It means the werewolves are a little more even in terms of power in this town.”

Steve nodded. “I agree. It’s better this way. The sheriff needs to be supernatural in the way that the mayor must be human. A vampire sheriff would be weak during the day and even having a thrall as deputy would divide the power in a way that would make them weak. But a werewolf being sheriff ensures that everyone has a say.”

Wayne nodded back.

“Thank you for coming out, Steve,” he said, “I know this wasn’t easy for you, reliving your trauma.”

Steve scoffed. “If I didn’t, I would look weak and open myself and the pack to further attacks. Not just from the anti-supernatural quarter either. Other packs would think us easy prey. Vampires would attack us to feed on.” He glanced over at Billy and Heather and sneered. “I don’t have the favor of the current Dominus, not like our previous one did.”

Hopper looked down at his feet.

Billy smirked. “Come on, Heather,” he drawled. “Let’s go, babe.”

Heather simpered. “Anything you want.”

Billy licked his lips slowly. “Promise?”

She giggled and they walked out, with his arm around her waist as he whispered dirty things to each other.

Wayne watched them with a shake of his head. There were some disadvantages to having such a young Dominus. With a sigh he turned back to the werewolves.

“Thanks for doing this, Jim,” Wayne said, patting his back. “I know it’s not easy to come back this job, especially since you were hoping to spend more time with Jane.”

Hopper sighed. “I just hate that I have to step up in this way.”

Steve kissed the top of Nancy’s head. “Let Hop take you home, I still have some things to go over with Wayne.”

Nancy nodded and slipped out from under his arm.

Steve and Wayne watched them go.

“I was always surprised you made her alpha female,” Wayne said thoughtfully. “Not after what happened between you.”

Steve hummed. “I didn’t have a lot of options. It was either Joyce or her and I didn’t trust Joyce.”

Wayne nodded. “Who would have you picked if you had your choice?”

Steve smiled fondly. “Robin hands down, but right now she more valuable to me as a keeper then alpha female.”

“You really do have a good head on your shoulders, Steve,” he said, his smile crinkling his eyes. “Now, go reassure my boy that kiss on Nancy’s head was friendly, eh?”

Steve frowned. Wayne pointed to the back of the hall where a solitary figure waited.

Steve shook his head. “Has he always been the jealous type?”

Wayne laughed. “No, just when it comes to you.”

Steve hopped down from the stage and strolled over to Eddie. He wrapped his arms around the other boy and kissed him deeply.

“Oh,” Eddie said with a blush.

“Yeah,” Steve murmured. “Only you, okay?”

Eddie nodded.

“Come on, sunshine,” Steve said, his voice low and gravely, “I’m going to spend all night showing you how much I’m only yours.”

“Point me in the right direction, big boy.”

The two went off, not as giggly and overt as Billy and Heather, but just as heated, and definitely more in love.

Wayne looked up at the ceiling. “If there is a god, watch over those two, please. They are going to need it.”

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[thelemoncoffee]

Kokichi having a very fucked sense of trust my beloved

i don't think i talk about his trust issues enough and honestly that's a crime on my part. this man can fit so much trust issues in him.

i personally think my favorite way of showing his trust issues is him forcing people to work hard for his trust, if you want it you have to go through the worst of his nasty facades to prove yourself worthy of nuggets of who he really is. as results only people who were already close to him before he developed this defense mechanism and really damn stubborn people can actually get through to him, and even then depending on how fresh the trust is it can be pretty easy to break with small things.

he's kinda like a spicy kitten in that right- he spats and hisses but will eventually trust, but if you slightly break his trust or overwhelm him too early on he relapses and you end up several steps back in the process. i imagine Shuichi had to deal with alot of trial and error getting to know him because of this, but Shuichi wants to know him so he sits there with his metaphorical kitty gogurt trying to spspspspsp Kokichi out of the corner of his mental cage

because his trust is so precarious and difficult to achieve and maintain, he tends to perceive other's trust as working the same way by default. unless it's someone who wears their heart on their sleeve, Kokichi assumes everyone else is hard to earn the trust of and once recived is a balancing act to maintain, which means when he breaks someone's trust he kinda just- falls into this mindset of "i destroyed everything and our relationship may never recover", then ends up blind-sighted and confused when they forgive him so soon after, maybe even calling them weak or too trusting cause in his mind it's like "why the fuck would you forgive that easily?? i didn't even make an attempt to make up for it and you forgive me???"

it's also worth mentioning that i like to imagine that Kokichi is serious about his privacy and stuff and has a very particular ideal of what he considers private, this ideal usually being anything from what people usually consider private info (ie; where he lives, his trauma, his family life, medical shit) to stuff that are uniquely Kokichi (ie: hobbies, food preferences, what he and his friends like to do together, even how to interact positively with him).

because he's so serious about his privacy, regardless of how insignificant you deem it, he will feel like his trust was violated if you tell anyone without running it by him first. he claims it's for the mystery, but really he's just paranoid and trying to keep up a facade he can control- micromanaging who knows what harmless fact about him to feel comfort, telling someone something as simple as his favorite animal without his permission throws him into a tizzy

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[itsgameofthronesimagines]

Black of Hair (Part 5)

(Gif not mine)

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Robb Stark x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of being deflowered, mentions of consummating

Word Count: 3,702

Tags: black of hair got

Summary: Your wedding night is just around the corner and your Uncle Tyrion holds up his end of the bargain.

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four (I declare a thumb war)

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A/N: This has really been a long time coming and I thank all of you for the support even though it’s been a while. I don’t mean to play it off as if this is the last chapter because I do have several ideas for future chapters. I have so many ideas of where I want this story to go, but deciding on just one path is going to be tricky. Let me know your thoughts on how you think this story could end in the future and we’ll see if I’m kinder than George R.R. Martin...

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With the wedding just around the corner, you find yourself busier than ever. Not only were you learning the ropes of being the lady of the keep, but you had to plan for your own wedding without a mother to help you. Not to mention you had to entertain people as if you were the host, despite how much you still felt like a guest. You drilled yourself into the mindset of Catelyn Stark and what she would do, and suddenly everything fell into place easier than you hoped for. You were able to juggle entertaining your uncle whilst learning the stocks of Winterfell. Even though Bran didn’t need to be looked after anymore, Rickon was still so young, and you found yourself wanting to tell the two of them stories and keep them company when their older brother was too busy while you were still trying to plan your wedding.

You even found yourself writing letters to your family. You wanted to know how your siblings were doing and how the new Hand of the King was faring. This started with the idea that you needed your family to continue acknowledging your existence, that way it wouldn’t be much of a surprise to them when Tyrion marches you back to King’s Landing. With these letters came responses, though few in number. One time, a deer pelt was sent with a letter attached. Not by raven, of course, but by one of Varys’ own birds. A child, not even six years old, came all the way North to present this gift to you. According to the letter, the pelt came from a deer your father hunted and killed in the kingswood. It was considered to be a wedding present from him to you, but you didn’t recognize the handwriting to be King Robert’s. Further down the letter comes with the sigil for the Hand of the King. Ah, so your soon-to-be good father, Ned Stark, was thinking about you even if your own father wasn’t.

Already, your mind wandered when thinking about the travel back home. You thought about less constricting dresses and proper wine. You even thought about the politics and the gossip. Some of those things you could live without, but the journey south with your uncle sounded exciting and adventurous. Looking at the deer pelt your father supposedly sent you, you realized it was the journey south that was what you looked forward to the most, not so much the destination...

So was it really all that worth leaving?

Your husband-to-be wasn’t making it very easy. Unaware of your plans, the Northern fool still believed a wedding was happening and he appeared nervous whenever it was mentioned, much to Theon’s delight. You did try to include Robb in the planning so as to throw off any suspicion, but he was a simple man. You hardly imagined him being suspicious of anything, let alone the Princess of Westeros.

Tonight was the big night, and the mention of the Godswood was brought up again, days after he showed you the bleeding heart tree. You, dutiful as you were, spoke of being married under those brightly colored leaves when Robb finally spoke his mind, “I wish to have a Seven ceremony.”

It surprised you, and it’s honestly been a while since Robb last surprised you. He really was full of surprises, “What?”

“You are a princess of the Seven, marrying down to a northern lord who follows the Old Gods. Your faith should be honored as much as mine.”

He lowered his head when you said nothing and continued to stare at him. You drummed your fingers against the hardcover of the book in your hands as you observed his expression. Robb appeared closed off, wary of your stares. He kept looking anywhere but at your eyes, and the further you wrung out the silence, the more cornered the young lord looked. You took pity and finally opened your mouth, “Then why not honor both? We’ll be wed before the Old Gods, but that doesn’t mean we can’t honor some southern traditions. Have a cloak made of fur for you to drape across my shoulders. Place me under your protection as well while binding our hands together, reciting the Seven. We can do all that but still have Old Gods traditions, too. My uncle can walk me to the Weirwood and ask who steps forward to claim me.”

He disagrees, but still lets out a relieved breath of air when you didn’t mock him, “You don’t have to do that, princess. You can demand your wedding to be whatever you want.”

You surprised even yourself when you crossed the room and gently took Robb’s hand and even gifted him a small smile. He blinked a few times to ensure it was real, “This is your home, and I am not the only one marrying without their parents. You should have your faith honored as well.”

If you watched the way his jaw tightened as he swallowed the lump in his throat, you would never admit it out loud. Even when his Adam’s apple bobbed, you quickly locked your gaze with his eyes and internally slapped yourself, praying to all the gods out there that he didn’t notice. For the most part, your husband-to-be seemed none the wiser, squeezing your hand before pulling away, giving a short bow and a quick smile, “I’ll make the arrangements, princess.”

He leaves the room -your room- and you have to scowl out loud because you felt so foolish and childish. You don’t fret about your thoughts for long before you hear someone else enter your chambers. Turning back around, you’re met with Tyrion standing in the doorway. He had come out of hiding from the local brothel, already dressed and groomed for tonight. A mischievous grin slid onto his lips as he stepped into the room.

“Did I just see your future husband in your chambers without anyone else around?”

A deadpan expression falls onto your face, “Uncle...”

“People talk, sweet niece. I would hate for anyone to ask me if you had been deflowered before your wedding.”

“The North is not like King’s Landing,” and you hate yourself for admitting it as you rolled your eyes, “Those who whisper around here mostly whisper about how ‘the night is dark and full of terrors.’ Besides, he wasn’t in here to dishonor me. He... he wanted to honor my faith in the Seven.”

“Oh? So he intends to take you under his cloak?” Tyrion closes the door behind him before joining you at the table near the window.

You sit across from him, “Yes, in front of his own gods as well. I told him that I want to honor his gods, too.”

His face changes to an expression more thoughtful than playful, his smile softening to something close to genuine, “The pair of you are already trying to please each other... I must say, our king and your mother have only had a handful of good ideas when it comes to you. Perhaps they made a smart match, marrying you to the Stark boy.”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, watching your fingers tap against the wood of the table as you spoke, “He’s not a boy, or at least he won’t be when he marries me... and I will no longer be a girl.”

“... You’ll always be a little girl to me, Y/n. No matter how tall you get.”

A flash of a grin spreads over your lips, a gleam shining in your eye, “I’ve always been taller than you.”

Tyrion scoffed, trying to look unamused and failing, “Not before you turned seven... Does this mean you intend on marrying him?”

Your face falls and he continues, “I made it to your wedding, a deal’s a deal. Say the word and I’ll take you home. Or... you can stay here for the rest of your life. You can marry Robb and be the Lady of Winterfell. You will give him children and make sure they survive to adulthood to ensure the House of Stark lives on.”

Your fingers stop tapping, sharp eyes trying to read his expression as best as you could. However, it’s much harder to read your uncle than it is to read your betrothed. I guess that’s what happens when you’re raised as a Lannister compared to a Stark. You grow up to quickly learn not to show any weakness that Lord Tywin believes will corrupt his house. And in Tyrion’s case, you learn to stop reacting when someone like his sister grew up being so cruel to him.

“I can’t tell if you’re trying to persuade me of staying or leaving.”

Tyrion breathes a small laugh, “I suppose it sounds both terrifying and inspiring. I want you to be happy, Y/n, and the part of me that watched you grow up doesn’t want to let you stay. But that’s just a selfish part of me. If that doesn’t make you happy, then I don’t want you coming back with me. The deal was that if I won the bet, I wanted you to choose whatever makes you happy. But you need to choose now, or you’ll find yourself married tonight.”

~~~

It was a warm night, with only a soft breeze to calm it. Torches lit the path when the moon became shrouded in clouds. Your guardsmen shield you from unwanted eyes as you sneak through the large, wonderous keep, your uncle’s hand held tight in your own as he snuck down the stairs and winding halls. Your heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s wing, keeping your head low as your company round the corner.

“Quickly. We’re late,” Tyrion whispered beside you.

It felt like a maze that never ended. Part of you wanted to go back in time and kill the person who decided that Winterfell needed to be so large and grand. You could blame Brandon the Builder, but then again, Winterfell had been slowly built up to the way it is today years after his death, growing larger as more Lords of Winterfell wanted to expand it. Part of you wondered if maybe Robb would be one of those lords, deciding on adding another part of the castle for the history books.

Finally, you breathe in fresh air just as your party makes it to the archway leading into the Godswood. You and Tyrion slow down and you straighten yourself up, fixing up every last touch of your dress and hair while your guards go in ahead of you to join the ceremony and announce your arrival. Tyrion waits for you, taking note of the fine cream silk wrapped around your shoulders to appear as a maiden cloak, covering the lovely white dress that you yourself embroidered. At the ends of the skirt, you created a lovely scene of a wolf and a stag dancing together under freshly fallen snow, as a representation of your marriage to Robb. Tyrion waits patiently until you’re ready, then extends his hand out to you again. You let out a shaking breath, before flashing your uncle an encouraging smile and taking his hand. Walking through the archway, you take slow steps while observing your surroundings.

Several lords and their ladies and children stood on opposite sides of a small pathway leading up to the weirwood tree, torches lighting your path as you take note of Robb straightening his posture at the sight of you, but otherwise reserved his facial features. Theon stood beside the towering Hodor and the two younger Stark boys, and you have the courtesy of flashing them a smile as you passed by them. A septon stood beside your future husband, watching you with a warm and welcoming expression, opening his mouth to speak once you’ve walked close enough.

“Who comes before the Old Gods this night?”

Tyrion squeezed your hand before responding, “Y/n, of the House Baratheon and of the House Lannister. Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, who is here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. A woman of royalty. She comes to beg for the blessings of the gods. Who comes to claim her?”

Your husband-to-be, your new protector, your other half, your equal, whatever he may be in the future, steps forward and speaks clearly with a thunderous tone that makes him sound older and god-like, “Robb of House Stark. Heir to Winterfell and Acting Warden of the North. Who gives her?”

You nearly forgot how to breathe hearing his voice, and you almost missed your uncle’s response, “Tyrion, of the House Lannister. I am her mother’s youngest brother.”

The septon nods in approval of Tyrion before locking eyes with you, “Princess Y/n. Do you take this man?”

You felt your tongue tie itself up as your eyes meet Robb’s for the first time throughout the ceremony. He, too, looked nearly speechless as you both look frightened and possibly curious. Doubts ran through your mind as well as reassurances. What if this was a mistake? What if you should’ve gone home like you always planned to? What if he’s been putting on sheep’s clothing in the short span of getting to know him? What if he’s as vile as the wolves his house represents? What if he’s not honorable or good as you initially thought?

Then again, you always were a good judge of character. You have personally chosen your ladies in waiting in the past. You could always smell fraud among honesty. You’ve even chosen good knights to join your father’s Kingsguard in his absence. Your choices even impressed your Uncle Jaime as he stood beside your decisions.

Robb was no different. You sniffed out his character within a few moments of meeting him. You watched the way he treated his parents, siblings, and even friends. As the eldest child, he took up the responsibility and protected those who couldn’t protect themselves. He took charge when things looked low and didn’t hesitate to step up after his father left. He’s eager to please and he’s humble about it. Not many men would think it’s their job to please others, but Robb does so as if it was his sworn duty.

Looking into those warm-colored eyes, you yourself felt warm. You felt warm and comfort like you would find at a hearth. Even though Robb was forced into this marriage, much like you, he didn’t complain or turn hateful. Instead, he tried befriending you and made silent promises of fulfilling his duty as a husband. He once asked you if it was possible for your marriage to grow into something his own parents had, so one might think he was even hopeful towards you. Despite everything that was thrown at the pair of you, he still wanted you, a stranger, to feel safe and happy here in his home. Not many people, other than your uncles, ever wanted that for you.

Maybe Tyrion was right. Maybe your parents, for once, made a good choice for you.

You let go of Tyrion’s hand and step forward, chin up and smile wide, “I take this man.”

Robb smiles back, blinking out of whatever trance was held within your gaze. You take another step forward to take his hand when he held it out for you, and you couldn’t help but note how gently he held you in his grasp as you both turned to face the septon.

“You may now cloak the bride and place her underneath your protection.”

Robb runs his thumb over your knuckles before letting go to briefly take his fur cloak off his shoulders, sliding it onto your own before taking your hand back. The septon begins to wrap a gold embroidered cloth around your conjoined hands, uniting them and the two of you together while he spoke.

“Under the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say the words.”

Your head turns, eyes meeting with Robb’s once again as your voices ring softly together in unity, “Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger.”

“I am his-”

“I am hers-”

“And he is mine-”

“And she is mine-”

“From this day, until the end of my days.”

It was mostly a blur after that. You remember Robb leaning in to kiss you, pressing his lips to yours and sealing your lives together forever, but either you imagined it, or your brain purposely blocked out bits and pieces of the night due to feeling overwhelmed. Before you knew it, you opened your eyes when Robb pulled away.

~~~

The feast wasn’t as grand as one might be had you married in the capital. It took place in the Hall with the newly wedded couple sitting at a table above all the rest, where the Lord and Lady of Winterfell usually sat. Some space was left in between the lower tables for Rickon and his Shaggydog direwolf to run around and play through. Hodor had Bran sitting in the far corner with his wolf, Summer, lying at his feet, tail wagging when a bone from the feast’s boar was placed in front of him.

A few Northern tunes were playing in the background as some lords ate and drank to their hearts' content. Robb had asked you prior to this night if you wanted some of your favorite Southern songs played at the feast, but you didn’t have the heart to comply. After all, you didn’t think any of the Northern lords would feel comfortable if the princess’ favorite song, ‘Rains of Castamere’, was sung during her wedding night. Some might find it in poor taste apart from your uncle, who’d just laugh and sing right along. You could imagine your grandfather might have approved of the music choice had Lord Tywin bothered to show up at your wedding.

“You were late to your own wedding,” you look up when Robb spoke, watching him take a drink of wine as his eyes scan over the crowd. A wolf hunting for prey, “There were mutters about a princess possibly planning on escaping into the night.”

You pause, trying to find careful words or a lie to say. You straighten your posture, deciding to be honest as you also look around at your guests, “Suppose I was.”

The laugh, genuine and full, was unexpected but not unwelcome. Robb laughed merrily, his shimmering eyes and teeth giving away just how young he was, “Well, I guess I can’t blame you. What changed your mind?”

“I’m not sure yet.” Another honest answer, but the words came out quieter than you intended. Robb took pity on you and let the silence around the pair of you linger before changing the subject.

“It’s getting late. I’m tempted to start a drinking game. Would you like to take part?”

Something stirs on your face, you’re sure of it because a small grin begins to form on those lips you had only just kissed this very night. He now knows he has you interested, and you wouldn’t deny a drinking game, having been in the company of someone like Tyrion your whole life. You were confident that any sort of game Robb had in mind, you would win. “What are the rules?”

A gleam in his eye made you wonder if you had just unleashed a child onto a cake tray, “Every time Theon boasts or cheers randomly, we take a drink. Every time you see a direwolf yawn, we take a drink. Every time the lords cheer and drink to our good health, we take a drink.”

Your smile was wider than it had ever been since coming North, your cheeks even hurting from the motion, “I agree. I also think that every time my uncle tells his honeycomb joke, we drink.”

“Honeycomb?”

A playful, exhausted roll of your eyes is enough to strike his curiosity further, “Trust me. You don’t want to hear it. If he asks, tell him you already heard it.”

Robb laughs again, this time less boastful and more reserved. Looking out over the crowd again, he lifts his goblet to yours, “I got one. Every time a drink is spilled onto the floor, we drink.”

“Yes,” you meet your goblet with his in a small toast, “And every time someone mentions a bedding ceremony, we drink.”

He stops mid-sip, slowly drawing the goblet away from his lips as a grave, dark look falls onto his eyes. He doesn’t dare look at you, staring ahead at the furthest wall before he spoke, “Princess, we do not have to do anything you are uncomfortable doing. My father forbade one when he married my mother. I would follow in his footsteps and forbid anything more to be done tonight if that is your wish.”

It’s tempting if not reassuring to know that your new husband didn’t wish to pressure you into consummating your marriage right away. You had pushed the thought of it to the far back of your mind ever since your father announced your engagement. You kept denying its existence and banished it from the forefront of your mind when you had every intention of leaving with your uncle before you had to worry about something as scandalous as a crowd of men stripping your clothes away and carrying you to your marriage bed.

Looking back at your husband, you begin to wonder if the wine and the drinking game were starting to make you brave. He was handsome, you already knew that, and not to mention respectful, caring, and kind. Part of you wondered if those qualities would go as far as your marriage bed, not just in the public eye. Robb watches your gaze carefully, something stirring in his eyes when he watched the way yours drifted up and down his face appreciatively. Slowly, you let your smile form to appear innocent while holding your goblet out to him.

“Let’s not have a bedding ceremony. We can go to our marriage bed after everyone gets too drunk to notice us gone, but let’s not have your little brothers or my uncle witness that part. And it’s just Y/n from now on. We’re man and wife now. You don’t have to use any formalities with me.”

“Y/n,” he repeats your name dutifully on his tongue, and you couldn’t ignore the shiver that ran down your spine as he said it. He smiles back, raising his goblet to yours in another small toast, introducing himself for the first time in a whole new light that only promised something good and adventurous, “Robb.”

~~~

Author’s Note: Holy crap my back hurts after finally finishing this chapter. But hey! I now have a masterlist for this series! Huzzah! I honestly didn’t think it was going to come this far so thank you for all the support!

#black of hair got #game of thrones #got #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones imagines #imagine #game of thrones imagine #got imagine #asoiaf imagine #robb stark x reader #robb stark imagine #robb stark fic #robb stark #got fic #asoiaf fic #game of thrones fic

[foggylikemyvision]

im serious i can't feel anything- hit me.

a not very short short. read at your own discretion.

cw: america's current trans genocide, gunshots, america, fainting, chronic fatigue syndrome (implied)

there's something so, so beautiful about the danger. reaching out and gently holding something that is so often malicious and harmful.

you're enraptured as you hold the muzzle of a crystalline creature, soft and inviting until you hear a loud bang and the creature shatters. it's dark in your room when you wake.

the flickering lights of red and blue and white- ones meant to represent freedom yet oppress those who barely oppose their skewed mindset.

you're enraged as you grip tightly to the end of a blue, pink, and white flag. gunshots ring in the air a little ways away.

you keep marching, even as a bullet tears the very edge of the skin off your leg.

at home, you fear for your life. stage nine, they mutter, stage nine of genocide in the country meant to exist for its people.

you sob, the missing poster of your best friend soaking through with your tears.

maybe you should move to canada? they're- they're taking trans refugees, right?

you take comfort in the fictional world of sagau, being loved and wanting to be loved by your people who think of you as divine.

you know it won't happen, not really. you're a bit too chubby and have too much hair and acne- your habits aren't great and your personality is unattractive-

no, no, this isn't about you.

this is about the people outside, the people screaming and crying and yelling and shouting as they're taken into a van kicking and screaming.

several people look on, disappointed, but no one bats an eye and continues on their day. some even look happy about it.

being under the trans umbrella- something other your assigned gender- it terrifies you. yet, you embrace it as you embraced the crystalline creature in that nightmare so long ago. sharp, dangerous, yet so perfect. you wish to be like it.

in some sick sense- you wish to be feared. you want people to look at you and flinch in fear, to command people with your presence. to be the frightening one instead of being full of fright.

yet, you know it wouldn't happen. you don't have the heart to do it.

you become dizzy, often. standing and suddenly feeling as if you're going to pass out. you're always tired, hungry, even after eating and sleeping a full 8 hours.

you faint one time, as you're stepping back to your device. you become dizzy, black and white spots cloud your vision, and you crumble onto the ground in a heap.

you swear, as your head hits the ground, you can hear frightened shouts coming from your device. you ignore it.

things were odd, that's very much for sure. you got better drops than normal, your daily luck was always the best it could be. you got different dialogue and animations than normal, even.

you try to ignore the worried glances the characters in genshin gave you, passing it off as an expression glitch.

when you woke up from your fainting spree, it wasn't cold, hard, tile you awoke on. it was soft, soft grass. your previously motionless body arises, and you subconsciously bring your hand up to wipe at the drool in the corner of your mouth.

you sit up, carefully cradling the few squirrels laying on top of you, and set them in your lap. you glance around at the too-perfect trees and cut mountains, quickly deducing where you are based on the massive fucking tree above you.

you take a moment to rest, sitting at the statue of the seven with your eyes half-lidded and a soft, contented smile on your lips. eventually, the squirrels leave you, a raven instead landing on your head as you stand up.

"mmn," you mumble to yourself, "hope I don't fucking die on the way to mondstadt, i guess."

you're thankful for your large, oversized jacket with ginormous pockets, as the rocks here are much shinier than earth's and there are plenty of acorns and mushrooms on the ground.

you try to ignore how the flowers and mushrooms you grab seem to grow around your hands, sustaining life despite disconnected from their roots. you try to ignore how the electro crystals don't hurt, despite a small tingle.

you pass it off as a high pain tolerance.

the walk to mondstadt doesn't take nearly as long as it should, what with any monsters you see deciding against attacking you, with a few hydro slimes even coming along for the trip.

hey! at least you didn't faint right?

just kidding you nearly passed out like 10 times. the slimes and birds with you settled for pecking you gently on the head or butting against you whenever they thought you needed to lay down.

at least the naps were good, you think. it was the best sleep you've had in a while.

the thought makes you bitter, but you're glad you're not home.

you push through exhaustion, even as your friends pester you to lay down. you swear that some of the slimes pout.

it's as you're entering mondstadt that you start to see black-white-gray spots cloud your vision and collapse to the ground. a few shouts ring out, but the faint doesn't last long, only a few seconds. dazed, you rise from the cold stone.

"sorry about that.. uh.." you mutter rubbing your eyes after zoning out, "why's everyone looking at me.."

your head hurts and you look up, "oh! sorry little guys. that's my bad, I probably should have listened to you, huh?"

your hand comes to pet the slimes and bird before moving into mondstadt to find a particular.. green bard. knowing the feral goblin, he might know what to do.

oh well, it's worth a shot. what's the worst that could happen?

#👻 tale #chronic fatigue #fainting #sagau isekai #genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #author is tired #genshin impact x reader #genshin imapct #genshin cult #genshin cult au #genshin x reader

[kannra21]

I don’t understand why anime men can be drawn looking handsome while also looking normal and wearing normal clothes, but sososo often, anime women are drawn looking like their tits are going to pop out of their bras and/or they wear provocative outfits.

Do men (or male artists anyway) not care if a woman is beautiful if she isn’t being revealing? Do her facial features, the way she carries herself, her hair, etc. not matter so long as she’s not trying to act like a seductress?

From my own experience with men I can only say one thing- they are liars. Or at least they like lying to themselves.

They will oftentimes say that they don't like women who reveal feminine features, but they do. Men like women and they like objectifying them. Bc if men are straight, logically, they're attracted to women. Bc woman's body is pretty and not just in a sexual sense. Sometimes it's just pretty for looking at; like art, nude modeling and act. Worshipped even. Woman's body is prettier than man's body in so many ways. But I think this beauty shouldn't be so heavily sexualized like it's often the case in the east. Japan has so much explicit content that they even have categorized shops at every corner, in public spaces. I don't know how Japanese women feel about this but statistics show that their birth rate is slowly declining. Besides poor economic situation, women don't feel respected or loved enough. And the feminism has risen in this part of the world as well.

Anyways, back to the point- I respect Gege for keeping his characters neat and the story heavily plot oriented without much fanservice (men are the fanservice lol). Gege also says that his parents are reading the manga so I suppose he doesn't rly want to feel like a disgrace lmao. I'm not sure if this was his marketing strategy to interest women into shōnen genre but it definitely worked, now jjk has become one of the most popular series of all time. And it's ok to have Mei Mei as one token representative of a "sexy woman" stereotype although I wouldn't rly call her sexy either. She's just a beautiful woman.

What definitely helps the whole situation is Gege's taste in fashion. No male mangaka that I know ever paid attention to this one very important factor. Fashion is a type of expression, and it can tell a lot about the character themselves without incorporating their personality in words. With that said, jjk women have so much personality to them, it's fascinating.

Mei Mei and Mai could be considered sexy, Utahime is a traditional authoritative beauty, Nobara is very stylish and confident, Maki is a strong tomboy girl, Miwa and Momo are girly and cute, Ozawa is a shy girl, Shoko is your typical CEO woman, Yuki is a biker girl. And some of them have short or tied up hair which is nice bc it can be just as feminine as long hair. He even introduced women's insecurities like Ozawa being overweight and that Yuuji didn't mind bc he found her writing and table manners pretty. Momo's outlook on woman's prejudice in jujutsu world is also something important to adress. Yuuta is shown kissing Rika bc what they're having is true love and true love doesn't know shallow boundaries. Gege understands woman's struggle.

In an interview, Gege revealed that he has similar mindset to Megumi and that he doesn't want to sexualize women as much. The way he treats woman body is purely artistic. At least watching these panels didn't make me feel uncomfortable at all.

Regarding Mei Mei's and Ui Ui's relationship, yea it's a taboo. But I think that author didn't want to promote incest, rather, he wanted to show that Mei Mei is a woman with flaws. And flaws are something that makes a person interesting, together with their virtues. She also likes money. To the point that Gojo made fun of her by flipping a coin to summon her bc apparently, Mei Mei lacks self-respect.

In contrast to her, Utahime respects herself too much. That's why she's often hysterical and Gojo tells her that hysterics won't win men (Gojo is a real mansplainer huh).

Gojo is rude and so is Sukuna. But Miwa and Yorozu don't even notice a man's flaw if they're interested in him (Gege knows a woman's mind too well, which is funny). That's why he's asking ladies to vote for Nanami instead of Gojo in popularity poll (women should set aside shallow interests and concentrate on person's kind soul).

Unlike them, Shoko is aloof and rational bc she's too aware of fleetingness of life, especially in her line of work as a doctor. Sure, she can be friendly and smile a lot, but she doesn't want to form any strong relationships with anyone. This is the only way she can keep her sanity in check. After all, jujutsu is just a marathon where the finish line is a pile of friends' corpses. Something the younger generations are a bit immature to understand.

Nobara is a very stubborn girl, she sometimes comes off as too bossy or rude (Yuuji calls her a bitch lol). But it turns out this was only her defense mechanism with people she's unfamiliar with bc she didn't want to be underestimated for being a country girl of limited thoughts and experience. Bc Nobara is indeed a great girl with many talents.

Maki is a strong, independent woman but this doesn't mean that she refuses help and support from people around her. She likes guys who are stronger than her (and Yuuta comes into picture, besides, he also suggested that he wants to crush Zenin clan together which explains her liking to him). Panda noticed that and wanted to play a wingman. Although his boobs question (Maki's insecurity) was a bit inappropriate (but it got the point across), Yuuta's answer was very polite which made him more likeable in her eyes.

Yuki and Todo are similar bc they're nosy, they enjoy exploring different people's interests and judge them whether they're considered "a person of culture" (which adds to the series' comedic aspect). I love Haibara's answer bc he says "I like women who eat a lot" bc he knows that women who eat are happy and that a hungry woman is an angry woman.

Gege understands women so much that fans are contemplating whether Gege is actually a woman himself or not. It's nice to have a mangaka who's this mindful.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gege akutami #mei mei #utahime iori #shoko ieiri #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #miwa kasumi #momo nishimiya #yuki tsukumo

[vadapega]

Rummaging through my old room I find this, a traditional flip note of Pantufa the Cat from 2011 or earlier, with rusty staples and, according to the numbers on the corner, missing frames.

For detailed ramblings of hidden memories this unlocked, click for more

I've always wanted to be an animator and, while I didn’t have the software or hardware for digital animation, I wanted to practice is as much as I could. This was the best I could put together at the age of 16.

I would do small scale animations at the edges of notebooks or draft ideas in comic form with notes before I knew what a Storyboard was. Back then I didn't even have a stable internet connection in the first place, this was around the time I had to share a PC with my older brother who would kick me out at any opportunity and hog the PC for the entire day, only letting me on at the last minute, where I would get an earful from my parents and be told to go to bed, it was a nightmare to do anything digitally...

The first drawing tablet I got was considered scrap the moment I got it for Christmas. No screen, wobbly inaccurate pen (can't draw a straight line without it looking like lightning), Silvercrest branded (basically, LIDL), it was as cheap as it could be but it was my introduction to "not using the mouse to draw" which it did not help with as even today revisiting it makes me want to draw with a mouse more.

Things were very strict and if something did what it needed to do, it didn't need to be replaced. "That's what I had been taught"If it ain't broke, don't fix it" was the motto for my family and that mentality stuck to me even to the present day. I still find myself using MSPaint for Pixelart or drawings, as spending for anything greater is hardwired in my brain as "unnecessary" or "wasteful", hell, I wasn't even allowed to spend money outside of school purchases such as at the cafeteria (they had a kickass card charging system which made the school I attended in Germany around 2016-2019 look medieval in comparison which is incredible since Portugal isn't the first thing you think of when it comes to technological advancements), so any money I would get for Christmas or birthdays was practically useless and I never learned to manage income. I would sometimes find my mom take the money off my piggy bank for groceries and other goods when she was running low, she didn't try to lie, she had no reason to.

Anything I can get for free is what I stick by and I'll only spend money if I absolutely have to or, more recently, if it benefited close friends in any way, as I've learned to have no regard for my own well being and should be ashamed for even considering it, others always take priority.

So when it comes to animation today, I have a "yar har" version of Toon Boom Studio 8.0 for bigger things (I've tried OpenToonz but it's very crash happy and I've lost hours of animation with it even with the backup and auto save features on, back in the day I had a a copy of Flash CS4 I grabbed from the school computers that I got to work after some tinkering and a well placed crack) and for Pixelart I just use Windows XP's MSPaint and abuse scroll-wheel and window resizing shenanigans to advance frames. I don't get much time to practice animation and I get easily excited to have a chance at it.

I'm under my own mental shackles at all times and that's not going to change, only further cemented by the elitist mindset the Sonic Hacking community and SRB2 had taught me, a mindset I regret adopting and one I catch myself going back to and feeling ashamed of every now and then, leading only to depressive episodes that are best left for a psychologist to deal with... should I ever find the opportunity to seek one without time and language barrier issues.

As the years go by and I find myself doing or just refining Pixelart than to do animated pieces, I've given up hope in being an animator in the foreseeable future, only dedicating animation to those done in private between friends, never allowing myself to clean up or refining it in any meaningful way unless asked for because I shouldn't. It's why I tend to ask for suggestions or characters to add for animations I plan to do, cause I don't want it to be for me, I want it to be for those I can make happy to see it.

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Before I hit "Post", a reminder that there are people much worse off than I am, these are just memories and 1st world problems and should be nobody's priority. Please support growing young artists and animators, they need it more than some washed up wanna-be animator that is known for nothing else but basic Sonic ROM hacks disguised to look impressive via a coat of MSPaint.

#pantufa the cat #pantufa #animation #traditional art #traditional animation #flipnote #2d animator

[inafieldofdaisies]

2 in 1 uquizzes

#1: What is your OCs true role in the story?

#2: The "Oh" uquiz

the rising underdog: why hello again dearie, I see you managed to help those frogs those children were kicking, hm? oh how much I can emphasize we are but the ghosts of our childhood passions. and, unsurprising enough, the hero to the trodden little creatures of the earth is now a rising golden savior to the masses. oh love, I said you'd go far, didn't I. for the good always prevail in the end, somehow, they do. you lived a difficult life, I know, but you never let that get you down. you took beatings with a grin, and dished back kindness in return. inequality and injustice made you outaged, and you strove to assist the hurting and abused. oh shining dragon, you are bathed in golden light. please keep being true. you have tasted blood and death, but you refused to force it down the throats of others. and that alone proves there is inchor in your veins, demigod. you will be struggling until the very end, battling for your comrades, your people, and yourself. never lose sight of your goal my dear. sometimes you needn't have one, except see the good, and protect it. that is all my advice can tell you. I implore, protect the goodness in yourself with everything you have, but never refuse to share it also. young hero, you are growing. you are destined for wonders even I may not live long enough to encounter. keep up the good work, and keep your head held high. you are bound to do the impossible, all because you see the truth. there is good in the world, and it deserves to be found.

the kiss: you typically wait until the last second to believe the truth--because it would destroy you to believe it, and then find out it was a lie. you are someone who has never wanted to want, but has rarely been able to do anything else. the idea that you might have to break down your walls for the sake of someone else, someone who could easily decide they don't like what is on the other side, is harrowing. why let people get close enough to be rejected? you are enough for yourself. and you will tell yourself that every time you catch yourself staring at their mouth, smirking at their joke, finding a reason to flick their shoulder. until the kiss. that's when the flood of want, want, want bowls over you and you realize that you are torn between two ways of living. Oh, you think. because despite how complicated you have made it, the moment you kiss, somehow, things seem incredibly simple. they won't be once you start thinking again, but for now, for this moment, you live in the quiet peace of revelation. Oh.

the way both fit her so well... ooof ❤️

the one at the crossroads: questioning yourself again? well it's a hard choice is it not. you always decide you've made your mind but you seem to nevertheless return to this state of uncertainty. are you good or evil? dark or light alas? alas, I am not fit for such details in morality. In my slightly skewed sight of it, neither truly exist. they are but a mindset, but mindset or not, they still give you quite the anxieties hm? you are one who has lived in fear, your heart is hidden, and you don't know who to trust. you doubt you can even trust yourself. the caustic words of poisonous people have corroded into your skull. "you are evil. you are a monster. you are bad." well that is indeed a bunch of poppycock, mind my language, for the only one who may decide that is you. my dear, you are torn between never allowing others to hurt the ways you hurt, and from running away from all who might harm you again, with gnashing teeth. you are a cornered animal who has been kicked by the ones it trusted. you do not know whether to trust again, for your mind is screaming, don't. but if I may, you can be both. it is not the question of whether you are good or evil, it is the question, what do I deserve and how might I reach that? you do not deserve pain, correct? so never chase that, instead kindly decline and flee from those like your past assailants, but trust the ones who you know are good. sometimes you will find people to be a messy combination of both pain and love, but so are you and I. my advice is to simply be kind, but be willing to question. always question, always wonder. do not give away your heart on a silver platter my dear, it is worth far more than the sun himself, but don't fail to allow healing. you deserve good things in life. so as you stand between two roads, walk between the third you just now have noticed. life seems to be made of entirely preposterous choices, but if you look close enough, you'll reveal the right ones that are normally hidden from sight. breathe my dear, things will be well. trust yourself, and carve your own path.

the emergency: something goes wrong. there's urgency. everything gets turned upside down, and you have to grab for the things that matter most-- Oh. suddenly, there's perspective, and at the worst possible moment, the moment when there is so much else going on, you realize that you have been breathless with want for so, so long. you want everyone to be safe, but please, please, you want *them* to be safe. you want everything to be okay so that you can have another chance to get things right. a chance to start over. and everything will be okay, of course, because you've made it through bad moments before, and that foundation of trust is there, even if you've never quite acknowledged it to its full potential. you trust them. you need them. *Oh.*

Fitting as hell, but that "emergency" result gave me chills 💔

the supporter: oh gentle comrade, you know what it takes to make others shine. you live your life assisting others to reach their goals, but many say you are lackluster and unnecessary. but alas, do we need the stars any less for their dim light helps the moon glow brighter! you are warm inside and out, perhaps made of sunshine one might ask? but I can see you are as weary and worn as the hero you so desperately cling to. your purpose is to serve? Is it not? it's those moments of undying loyalty that make your bones ring true with honor. "I am right beside you," you whisper, for unlike the ones who lie through their teeth you will be with your ally through joy, through heart ache, through death. it is a difficult thing to gain your trust back if one has shattered it though, you are forgiving yes? you give many chances, but alas, one can only look away from a wrong doing so long. you can't exactly turn your other cheek as once wrings a blade through your middle. you are made of a steadfast heartbeat and a tired, knowing smile. you bring solace to the aching, and comfort to the wronged. but what happens when your protagonist loses? what happens when your valiant heroes fail you? will you pick up a sword and vanquish their enemy or will you wait patiently for yet another savior to appear and save the day? one must live long enough to see their heroes die. but are you brave enough to take their place? the only strings that bind you to your oaths of subservience are your own doubts. "am I good enough?" they whisper in your ears. you answer that yourself love. for the only difference between the paladin and the stable boy are mettle. it is not the question of can you be a hero. it is simply, will you be?

the late-night talk: Oh. you figure it out when you realize just how vulnerable they are willing to be with you. it isn't everybody who could or would stay up talking into the night with you, not with such affection or easy familiarity. it isn't everybody who is so understanding of you. it isn't everybody who could bare their soul to you in return. that kind of intimacy... it means deep foundations. it means comfort. it means trust. maybe it's a secret, maybe it's a story, maybe it's something you just never thought of before -- but they say something, late at night, and you realize all at once how remarkable they are, and how special it is to exist in the same time and space as them. "oh" indeed.

My boy getting the "supporter", ah, man. But also, the late-night talk result is so fitting for his ship.

the supporter: oh gentle comrade, you know what it takes to make others shine. you live your life assisting others to reach their goals, but many say you are lackluster and unnecessary. but alas, do we need the stars any less for their dim light helps the moon glow brighter! you are warm inside and out, perhaps made of sunshine one might ask? but I can see you are as weary and worn as the hero you so desperately cling to. your purpose is to serve? Is it not? it's those moments of undying loyalty that make your bones ring true with honor. "I am right beside you," you whisper, for unlike the ones who lie through their teeth you will be with your ally through joy, through heart ache, through death. it is a difficult thing to gain your trust back if one has shattered it though, you are forgiving yes? you give many chances, but alas, one can only look away from a wrong doing so long. you can't exactly turn your other cheek as once wrings a blade through your middle. you are made of a steadfast heartbeat and a tired, knowing smile. you bring solace to the aching, and comfort to the wronged. but what happens when your protagonist loses? what happens when your valiant heroes fail you? will you pick up a sword and vanquish their enemy or will you wait patiently for yet another savior to appear and save the day? one must live long enough to see their heroes die. but are you brave enough to take their place? the only strings that bind you to your oaths of subservience are your own doubts. "am I good enough?" they whisper in your ears. you answer that yourself love. for the only difference between the paladin and the stable boy are mettle. it is not the question of can you be a hero. it is simply, will you be?

the first meeting: life is normal. it's scripted. it's functional. then one day, you meet them, and... Oh. you fix your posture, you're a little nervous, and it's totally possible you're just projecting -- but this could be something. and the only thing that makes this different from the hundreds of other times you had that exact same thought only to be disappointed is... this is the time that counts. things change. you were looking for someone whose very existence re-contextualized yours. which is not to say that you were incomplete, but... aren't we all? isn't that the essence of being a being who changes? and what completes us if not the love of something or someone beyond us? sure it's still new, and anything could happen from here, but there's something in your shared brain chemistry that makes it feel like good things are in motion. how exciting!

Les is nothing if a supporter :D The first meeting? Hmmm. 👀

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @jillvalentinesday @direwombat @josephseedismyfather @corvosattano @chazz-anova @josephslittledeputy @g0dspeeed @cassietrn @nightbloodbix @madparadoxum @aceghosts @theelderhazelnut @voidika @strangefable @adelaidedrubman @clicheantagonist @purplehairsecretlair @poisonedtruth @henbased @florbelles and anyone that would like to do the tag ❤️

#the results of these are so fitting; esp how the second one matches the ships dynamics... ❤️❤️❤️ #uquiz #oc: sabrina donovan #oc: calahan hartley #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #oc: leslie parish #fc5 ocs #far cry 5 deputy #uquiz results #oc character #fc5 deputy #character reference #character inspiration #oc game #oc uquiz #tag games #far cry 5 oc

[longhands-the-second]

First thoughts on Trimax volume 1

1-

I appreciate eriks. Just like, generally. I love how scruffy he is lol.

I do wonder if he’d let his hair grow out like that if he wasn’t in hiding??? He’s had the same haircut since he was a kid though so idk. He’s very attached to his whole look, it seems.

2-

When and how did he replace his prosthetic? What was that like?

WHAT A FUCKING DUMBASS I LOVE HIM

YES INDEED, THAT WAS “FUCKIN STUPID” (Wolfwood says fuck guys omg good for him he deserves it)

I laughed out loud for real though I definitely woke up my roommate on accident oops

Oh god the hair. It’s fuckinh coming. The gut punch. (<- does not know the specifics)

Seeing him with the stubble AND the normal hair is doing something bad to my brain. Fix it. It doesn’t compute.

3-

THE GORLS!!!!

Her hair is. Not exactly bad but that’s not my Meryl.

New Miami, huh? I’m so excited to get absolutely no elaboration on this ever.

Shoutout to the little dude on page 84 who looks like fuckin Wallace

Oh. My god. How many times did he just get shot

OH MY GOD GOOD FOR THEM. God I love milly

Wolfwood is such a chickenshit.

4-

I wonder if Vash has conceptualized himself as human up to this point, and where he’s at with that now?

DAMN I wish I was that balanced

I uh. Man. Wow. I kind of want to make fun of him for doing the most Anime Shit Ever

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Babygirl i promise you he knows how plants work lmao

Y’all really weren’t joking about the panty shots

Brad is ALSO a shit. We can’t win here.

Oh. My question is being answered. I don’t like it very much.

On the face of it, I'm pretty solidly in Nico's corner here.

5-

I love how clearly i can hear his little song in my head.

He’s full in monke mode. Just an absolute ape.

AGAIN WITH THE CROTCH SHOTS

love that nightow definitely just got sick of drawing the bullet holes in the coat

Actually looking at this a little harder he did simplify a lot of details. Good refinement, though i do miss the belts.

Vash who the fuck are you calling old. Is the old man in the room with us right now? (Yes)

6-

Oh fucking hell.

I wonder how vash looks at humanity specifically . Is it really something familial? Or is that changing as we progress? I do see how he could be operating from that angle.

My other real question is just how old is he, like, mentally? He really does seem to have the mindset of somebody in his 20s. Knives too? Maybe that’s a thing with them, but i’ll hold off on saying anything conclusive until later. Maybe i’m too quick to say they’re both immature.

I’m sorry it genuinely makes me happy to see characters swear like real people. Wolfwood is so much more fun here.

~~~

I hate that I'm going to get through these so much quicker now, especially now that i’m especially hooked. I’m genuinely considering reading ahead but i think i’ll explode if i do. Time will tell.

I may not get around to coloring pages in the next two weeks and just go absolutely hog wild once my class is over. I have to make my own damn comic for once lmao. Ofc i have 0 impulse control so who knows.

#trigunbookclub #cannot believe i finished that so fast im really enjoying it

[animeyanderelover]

14/25 for my Anime Special. This character was suggested and with him I think I have covered up pretty much every Uchiha.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, guilt-tripping, isolation, threatening, violence, death

Yandere Izuna Uchiha Hc’s

🔹Izuna as an Uchiha is naturally on the more possessive side. He's greatly devoted to his clan and even if he hides it better than his older brother, he certainly is arrogant because he's an Uchiha as well. Especially considering that he is together with his brother known as one of the strongest members of the clan so when he starts courting his s/o, he is very sure that he'll be able to charm them. You could call him delusional because of his pride since he'll be left puzzled and irritated if you either remain neutral towards him or, god forbid, like someone else.

🔹He lives in times of war so he happens to be more protective even if he will also guarantee that you are at least able to fight and defend yourself if you shouldn't be someone who participates in the constant battles with the Senju. Whilst it doesn't escalate to the level of Madara, Izuna happens to be on the more controlling side himself. You don't have to ask him for permission when you want to leave the house but you always have to tell him where you go and with whom you meet. He isn't such a menace on the outside since he can be quite endearing if he wants to be which is another way to manipulate his darling but he isn't above using the influence he has as well to pressure you into things.

🔹He's less jealous, more irritated whenever you are being very friendly with someone else. We already talked about his delusions and even if he sees his clan and it's members as something superior, he'd never let you like someone besides him. His brother might be somewhat working since a poly relationship is possible but that's outside the topic. The younger Uchiha manages to reach the intimidation skills of Madara though because the glare he can deliver is enough to remind you of your position and your counterpart just as much. Question is who will be stubborn enough to step up against the brother of Madara and one of the strongest in the clan. Izuna expects his darling to step away from someone who tries to flirt as well since they should know their place is besides him, he's considerably less harsher than his brother though.

🔹I'd say that he is more thoughtful and merciful whenever the problem is another Uchiha since Izuna can not see the good outside his own clan. Every outsider is for that matter promptly eradicated if they pose a threat since the love of an Uchiha burns just as bright as their flames and everyone who gets too close will be burned to death. Since the Uchiha are mostly very loyal to their clan and no one would dare to lay a hand on Izuna's darling, the most common occurence is the one that he had someone trying to get too close to his s/o. His method is interesting since he wants to prove his superiority as well as show off to you so the answer is a battle. A fight where everyone is invited to watch and since Uchiha are known to have an ego and fleeing from a fight would only harm one's reputation, Izuna has his opponent already cornered in a tricky situation. He actually wouldn't kill since that isn't his main objective. His goals are to humiliate and remind everyone, including his darling, that anyone who wants you has to pass him first.

🔹It's an abduction less done in a physical way but political way. Izuna is quite persistent and constantly pesters the elders of his clan to allow him to have your hand in marriage. Even if they decline, he's still going to do it anyways. His reputation is already bait enough to awake interest when he makes his intentions obvious, chances are your family will encourage you to get to know him better. Whilst Izuna is willing to wait a bit since he prefers the scenario where you fall in love with him as well for the sake of his own ego, he won't hesitate to use more force either. Once you are married to him there's no way out of it since this bond is sacred.

🔹Madara is going to assist Izuna in his love interest regarding you since Izuna is the only brother he has left and it is clear that Madara would go quite far for Izuna and vice versa. Izuna looks up to his brother simultanously is for that reason a bit jealous though when you spend time with his older brother. Let's dub him the more romantic one from the Uchiha brothers since he doesn't keep up a cold exterior like Madara often tends to do.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere izuna #yandere izuna uchiha

[lullabytaeyong]

Snack Time! - R!MarkLee

Mark was having a quiet day to himself, holed up in his bedroom watching old episodes of Mr. Rogers on his laptop. Only one of his roommates was home and he was busily playing games and talking to friends down the hallway, so Mark sat calmly, knowing he wouldn’t be bothered by any boisterous behavior. He couldn’t stop smiling at the screen with his tongue poking through his lips. The gentle tunes and nurturing environment the show provided him with so much comfort. His mind felt empty and free, only thinking about what was playing in front of his eyes.

A soft frog stuffed animal that he had for a few years sat on his lap and a newer monkey stuffed animal was right beside him, watching the show. Mark bounced the frog on his knees and giggled, followed by him making boing noises and tossing it up in the air to catch. He was easily distracted.

“Ah! Sorry Froggy!” Mark yelped quietly when the toy missed his hands from a poorly calculated throw.

He crouched to pick his friend back up and felt his stomach rumble when he stood back up. It was mid afternoon and he only had breakfast so far, because he woke up close to 12pm. Mark stood aimlessly for a moment while he thought about what to do. Usually, he’d go to Jaehyun or Jungwoo for help getting food, but they were out and the only other person home was Yuta. Mark and Yuta were very close, but it was a little different when Mark was regressed. Yuta intimidated him for some reason. No matter how cheerfully and lovingly Yuta spoke to Mark, the little was still super shy around him.

“Hmm…I dunno what to do.” Mark pouted.

He figured that he could just get something to eat by himself. Yuta wasn’t in the kitchen and wasn’t very good at english, which Mark spoke mostly when he was small. The confusion would be a waste of time. Besides, he wasn’t so little that he couldn’t grab a bowl of cereal. He was in-de-pendent! (Like in rudolph)

So, off he went, padding down the hallway in his favorite rainbow socks. He noticed that Yuta’s door was partially opened and made sure to tiptoe past it before scurrying away. The kitchen was a disaster. Dishes everywhere, last minuet meals left behind, wrappers and containers all over the place and other junk scattered in the mix. Mark scrunched up his face and walked past the destruction to the pantry. Inside was not much better than the rest of the kitchen. No one had been shopping in awhile, so nearly every bag or box he picked up had less than a serving remaining. This peeved him. Why would someone put back something if it was basically gone?!

An idea popped up in Mark’s head. He could just combine several similar snacks into a fun mix of crunchy stuff. He took the last clean bowl in the cabinets and put it down on the lowest shelf of the pantry before sitting on his knees. Then he dumped out five different snacks that were similar enough in taste into the bowl. Unaware to the ruckus he was creating, Mark didn’t notice Yuta watching him in the doorway. The older was smiling to himself, as he watched Mark huff at a box that only had crumbs left. He was like a little mouse looking for dinner.

Yuta noticed the uncoordinated movements of Mark’s body and the stuffed animal on the floor next to him, so he knew what was up. He also knew that he couldn’t approach this situation in the way he would if Mark was in his normal mindset. This would be the perfect chance to scare him or something, but not when he was clearly in such a childlike vulnerable state. So, Yuta silently went back to his room and slowly walked out again, adding extra weight to his footsteps to make them louder. This way Mark was sure to know he was there. Before rounding the corner he heard a lot of shuffling and then a bump and clang!

*Uh oh* He thought to himself.

“Mark, you okay?” Yuta called out, entering the kitchen area.

Mark looked at him with the worlds guiltiest face and practically burst into tears. In front of him was a dusty crumbly mess of snacks all over the floor and the bowl he dropped. He was trying so hard to stay under the radar and blew it! The stupid table got in his way and hit his hand.

“Oh, uh it’s okay.” Yuta said, using his unpracticed english to the best of his ability. He had seen the countless times Mark had talked to Jaehyun, Johnny and even Taeyong in only english when he was little, so he knew what he had to at least try.

Mark’s lip wobbled and he hid his blushing face behind his frog toy. This was so embarrassing! He wasn’t even sure how to respond or why he felt so upset. Hot tears continued to well up in his eyes until they started rolling down his cheeks and dropping to the floor. He wanted to run away and hide under his bed, safe and sound. Yuta approached him slowly and stopped to crouch down and sweep some of the mess on the floor into his hands. Mark lowered his plushie and watched carefully.

“Can you help?” Yuta asked softly. Mark nodded and started copying the older. “Thank you.”

They picked up all the big pieces and dropped them in the trash. Mark was disappointed to see the food go, but he knew it would be all yucky with floor germs. Yuta swept up the little crumbs, finishing off the clean up. He heard Mark’s stomach rumbling near by and realized he needed to figure out what to feed him. Delivery was the best option since Mark could pick whatever he wanted without any confusion between them. He brought Mark back to his bedroom and pulled up a delivery app on his phone.

Mark’s room was fairly dim, only lit by the sun that could make it through all the clouds and to his window. It was similar to a bear cave. His laptop was still playing Mr. Rogers, so he climbed into bed and silently watched the next episode. However, a minute later, Yuta was handing him his phone and pointing to the meal options displayed on the screen. Mark got the message and giggled cutely. There were so many things he would like to have! Like cupcakes, doughnuts, pizza, fries, cookies, and fruit snacks. He ended up picking a small cheese pizza from his favorite restaurant in the area.

“Can I sit with you, Markie?” Yuta asked after ordering the food. He was lucky Mark understood korean while he was small, it was just his responses that were mostly english.

Mark nodded, scooting over to make some room. He got a little tense with Yuta being so close, but quickly melted into his side and started sucking on his fingers. Johnny always said “Mark don’t put your fingers in your mouth” but he wasn’t around to do so this time. This made him giggle to himself. Yuta couldn’t stop smiling over how precious he kept acting.

“It’s dis one!” Mark exclaimed suddenly, pointing at his laptop. His favorite episode was playing and showing the process of how crayons are made.

Yuta didn’t really have any idea what he was seeing. He didn’t grow up with shows hosted by lovely old men in sweaters with puppet friends. It was quite endearing how the simplicity of it could retain Mark’s attention. Pretty melodic tunes rang here and there, sounding like something out of a dream. Even though Yuta had no idea what the older gentleman was saying, he could understand the enjoyment behind it.

Mark, feeling a little less shy, looked up at Yuta to see if he was watching the show. Sometimes he caught Taeil or Haechan using their phones instead of paying attention to what he wanted to watch with them. It made him sad sometimes because he knew it meant they weren’t all that interested in something Mark loved. However, Yuta was watching. He looked quite focused, too. This made Mark feel all bubbly and warm inside. He expressed it with some giggling and a quick wiggle. This was going better than he expected it to.

“Yuyu, I don’t feel scared.” He stated randomly. It took Yuta a couple seconds to quickly translate the sentence.

“That’s good. Do you feel safe?” He asked, looking at Mark and tilting his head.

“Mhm!” Mark nodded. “I’m happy.”

Yuta chuckled with a big smile and gave Mark a squeeze, hearing him squeal with delight. He should’ve approached little Mark much sooner, but he didn’t want to cross his friends boundaries. Waiting for Mark to be ready was the right decision and a spill of a snack got them to that point. Quite a silly coincidence.

#kpop agere #age regression #agere community #nct agere #little nct127 #nct dream agere #little nct dream #little mark lee #soft yuta #cute #sfw agere #sfw kpop

[sevenciircles]

oc page | seir of the ars goetia

a Prince of Hell with 26 legions of demons under his command. He can go to any place on earth in a matter of seconds to accomplish the will of the conjurer, bring abundance, help in finding hidden treasures or in robbery, and is not a demon of evil but good nature, being mostly indifferent to evilness. He is depicted as a man riding a winged horse, and is said to be beautiful. (aka Seire, Seere, or Sear)

General Information

First Name: Seir Middle name(s): - Surname: - Date of birth: - Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Current residence: A palace in the Envy Ring. Relationship status: Single Social status: Royalty

Traits of Voice

Accent (if any): British Language spoken: All that has been spoken or signed and all that will be Other languages known: Various dead ones. Style of speaking: Enunciated Volume of voice: Softer

Physical Appearence

Height: 6'9 Weight: - Eye colour: Blue Skin colour: Green Shape of face: Oval Distinguishing features: - Build of body: Muscular, surfer body type. Hair colour: Dark Green Hair style: Long & Wavy Complexion: Clear Posture: Perfect Tattoos: N/A Piercings: Ears Typical clothing: In the human world, he dresses to blend in. In Hell, he typically wears robes befitting of his station. Is seen by others as: A rich, handsome prince often accompanied by a horse.

Personality

Likes: Horses, Traveling, Other Cultures, Exploring, The Stars, Naval Navigation, Mountains, Oceans, & Human Culture. He also loves seeing the evolution of morality. Dislikes: Staying In One Place For Too Long, The Pride Ring, Most of the Other Goetia, Slow Moving Vehicles, Turtles, Comic Books, Power Struggles, Pointless Politics Education: Highly Educated by Private Tutors Fears: Uprisings, Being Confined, Comas. Personal goals: Impress the Kings within the Ars Goetia, Fulfill his Duties, Meet a Human That He Can Befriend, No Longer Be Bored. General attitude:

Seir is characterized by a marked differences from other members of the Ars Goetia in that he tends to lean more towards good nature rather than bad temperament. That is not to say he's opposed to evil, but rather that it is not his first instinct. His duties primarily take him beyond Hell and into the mortal realm, living amongst humans and carrying out his assignments with a rapid speed. Seir is someone who loves his position as an Ars Goetia, and is well suited to his job. Seir is someone who loves new experiences, and is easily bored with stagnation. He needs to always be moving, always discovering something new. He's traveled every corner of the world, so he's seen so much.

Leading him to his primary fascination, mortal nature. Animal and Demon nature is all the same, they've followed a set of behaviors with only a few deviations. But humans... their mindsets and societal standards, what is taboo and not, is constantly changing and evolving. Seir finds that utterly fascinating, and is deeply curious. He gets bored easily, but when he's around humans, it makes things easier. He delights in fulfilling their tasks and doing the work the Kings assign him in the human world.

He has a cavalier and whimsical nature, a wonder with the world that hasn't been tainted with age. He cares little for social status, only focusing on what he is assigned to do. Seir has a fondness for horses, and has his own winged horse who he's been with since he was a child. It is one of the only beings he has a close bond with, due to being a flighty Prince by nature. He's always eager and full of energy, yet he does his job with vigor and satisfaction.

He doesn't let his flights of fantasy and desires interfere with his work, mainly because his wishes and desires tie so neatly into it. Exploration, constant movement, new discovery- it is all in his realm of possibility. He gets distracted easily, but not when it comes to manners of duty.

Seir can be very arrogant and self important, seeing his fellow Goetia as limited by their refusal to acknowledge problems or new cultures beyond their sphere of influence or even find fascination in things different than them. He can also be very dismissive and aloof, not caring enough to form connections to people he doesn't want to bother to know. He's not fake. He'll make it no secret he dislikes someone. He also has no patience for political subterfuge or any kind of court politics and internal games. Leave him out of it to do his goddamn job and satisfy his desires. He's a fun loving and very unserious demon by choice, but make no mistake he will be serious when the time comes and what is proper.

He just sees no point in internal politics.

His attitude towards those of a lower station than him is really... apathy. He mainly thinks of them as background, not really important in his life. Although really, everyone is like that in a way. But those lower than him on the ladder very rarely enter his mind. He doesn't even bother to employ servants since his castle often stands empty due to the sheer number of work that needs to be done on Earth and across Hell, opting for temporary living situations such as luxury apartments both on Earth and Hell.

Hellhounds, Demons, Succubi, Imps- it really truly does not factor into his mindset. He probably wouldn't even acknowledge or care enough to distinguish their status. Seir would, however, take notice if the being is interesting. Then he'll pay attention, but only based on the merit of them being interesting or satisfying his curious nature. He's straight up walked away from both Ars Goetia AND lower ranking demons because he simply didn't find it worth it any more. So yes, he can be condescending, but in terms of their status and more in terms with what he sees as limited experience in the world outside of Hell or their immediate surroundings.

Overall, he's overall very lax in terms of attitude and deeply curious about the world around him. Easily bored, but easily entertained, he'd much rather discuss philosophy or cultural matters than deal with internal politics. He loves his job and what it lets him do, and Seir wouldn't change it for the world.

Religious values: - General intelligence: Smart, but not book smart really. General sociability: Incredibly social, but flighty and hard to pin down.

Health

Illnesses (if any): n/a Allergies (if any): n/a Sleeping habits: He sleeps perfectly! He literally has the perfect sleep schedule, envy him. Energy level: Off the Charts Eating habits: Grab and Go Memory: One of his most useful skills. Any unhealthy habits: Drinking, really. He can get wild during celebrations.

Combat

Peaceful or violent: Peaceful, but can turn violent. Weapon (if applicable): Sword Style of fighting: In and out, quickly.

Others

Occupation: Prince of Hell Current home: Envy Ring Favourite types of food: He ADORES spicy food. Favourite types of drink: Energy Drinks Guilty pleasures: Human stuff, mainly Pet peeves: Small Talk, Slow Walkers, People Talking On Stairs Pets: A winged horse who's true name is not able to be pronounced or written by any form of human language, but he calls his horse Skybeam as a nickname. His pride and joy. Favourite colours: Blue and Black Favourite type of music: EDM

#riding on a horse ha | seir #my goetia oc :) #he is #something #sorry for him

[purplechaosguardian]

Dead Man’s Curve

Cesar has been on his own for a very long time, he literally can’t remember who his best friend is, and he thinks he might have just joined a ghost hunting business.

And he’s been dead for several years.

Tw for implied suicide, mentions of death

Cesar wasn’t sure how long he’s been like this. He knows he’s been dead for a long time, his body was probably long since decomposed, unless it was cremated or something like that. He gingerly reached the gash along his neck, wincing when he made contact even when the pain faded years ago (blood seeping into the carpet, splattered across the wall, coating the blade of the knife. Ugh, that probably took forever to get out). He’s accepted that this was how he was gonna spend eternity, drifting aimlessly from place to place, forever invisible to the world he was once a part of. So much for the pearly gates.

There was a horrible itch in the back of his mind every now and then. Someone important. Someone that couldn’t be replaced. (Please! Don’t hurt him, he did nothing wrong! He doesn’t deserve that, pleASE OH GOD STOP PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU-). On the days when the loneliness was consuming him more than usual, he’d strained his mind to focus on the very few bits he could recall. Gray hoodie, lover of stupid jokes, incredibly fluffy hair. They never failed to make him feel warm and safe, chasing the darkness away. His own personal safety blanket.

It was one morning where he had fallen back on this comfort yet again. He had been here for quite a while, then rumors of this being a favored ground of the alternates made this a great place to hide. And sometimes it was just better to hide away somewhere than watch the world carry on without you.

Yeah, maybe he should leave sometime soon. This probably wasn’t a healthy mindset to have.

There was creaking nearby, and Cesar perked up. Someone was here? An alternate? No, the footsteps had too much weight to them. Not an animal either, they’d be going a lot faster, and like humans, would be avoiding this place like the plague anyway. Maybe it really was a human? Either that, or there was even more paranormal bullshit. He wouldn’t be surprised with the last one.

Someone had rounded a corner, pale skin and thick, blond hair, and a black hoodie. He looked like he was around Cesar’s age (Was he still 17? Do you still age when you’re dead? Is he like, technically in his 30s now?) fiddling with something in his hand. He didn’t seem to notice Cesar, but it wasn’t like anyone else did. It didn’t stop him from following the guy around, he was the first new thing to come by in a very long time. You can’t blame a guy for being curious. The guy wove through hallways and rooms and Cesar would follow, wanting to see what the guy was looking for. Sometimes he would slightly peek over his shoulder and move faster, and Cesar was glad he could run and keep up. God, why did this guy have to be so tall. Why did he have to be so short?

Wait, was this guy even paying attention to what was around him? The floorboards were rotting the further they went in, couldn’t he see that? One wrong step, and the guy would fall directly into the basement, and-Cesar felt sick at the thought of seeing that much blood a second time. Nope, not on his watch. If the guy was going to keep moving straight, Cesar could probably cut him off by taking a shortcut. Sorry guy. This is probably gonna feel uncomfortable but it’s a whole lot better than breaking your leg. He phased through the guy, noticing the major chill that ran through the other’s body before standing on a patch of very weak floorboards. Was there much of a plan? No, not really, he was just hoping the cold would be too much for the guy to continue whatever quest brought him here in the first place. That was until the other guy’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “Alright, who are you and why the fuck are you following me?”

It was Cesar’s turn to look surprised. “You can see me? You don’t look very dead.” He tried to poke the guy's hand, but his finger went through. “Yep, definitely not dead. What are you even doing here? This isn't a place people come by often, y’know. Unless they’re like, stupid or trying to get scared on purpose or something.” The guy sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Got a bunch of reports about something running around in here. I’m going to take a wild guess and assume that was you.”

Cesar could see his eyes glance down to his throat every now and then, and he recalled the large gash that stretched across it. “You don’t have to feel weird about looking at it, dude. It’s kinda hard to ignore it.” The guy inhaled, slightly grabbing at one of his hoodie strings. “Was that how you-?” “Yep! One of those Alternate bitches-those things are still running around right?- caught up to me one night. They did their usual bullshit, and I picked up a knife and went KHHHH-!” He clenched his fist and dragged it along the gash, while the other guy ever so slightly flinched. “One second, I’m holding the knife, the next I’m watching my body bleed out on my kitchen floor. Oh! Sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Cesar!” The guy looked completely bemused at the sudden change in conversation. “…Adam.” “That’s a nice name!”

“So uh, Cesar, why are you still here? Do you have any unfinished business?” Cesar blinked. “Wow, that’s a thing people actually ask ghosts? I always thought that was something people just used in books or movies to be all dramatic or something.” The gu-Adam was clearly trying not to roll his eyes. “I mean, do you have something you want to know? Or someone you need to see?”

(Please, whatever he did wrong, punish me for it instead. He’s good, he doesn’t deserve that, anyone but him please-)

(A look of pure malice. Angelic voice. Blinding light. Ma-)

“I don’t know. I think there’s someone, but I don’t remember.” “What do you mean you ‘don’t remember’?” Cesar shrugged nonchalantly, but it was clear he was somewhat bothered. “Like I said, I don't remember. I’m gonna be real with you man, a lot of things other than the last 5 minutes tend to kinda blend together. I know there’s someone, I know they matter a lot to me, but I can’t even remember their name, much less what they look like.” (They would probably hate me if they knew anyway. Rightfully so.) Some part of that seemed to resonate with Adam because he exhaled sharply, fiddling with the device. “I know the feeling. Look, you’re not going to find whoever it is you're looking for just by staying here-.” “I know that.’’ Adam narrowed his eyes. “AND the people in town want you out of here. I can’t promise you anything, and it will probably take a while, but if you want to you can come with me and my friend. You’re probably going to have more luck if you cast a wider net.”

Cesar blinked once. Twice. “Seriously? You’re awfully trusting.” “Do you want to come or not?” “Well, I mean, yeah.” Adam pulled the object into view, and Cesar could now see that it was a beat up looking walkie talkie. “I’m going to explain…all of this to him. If there’s anything you need to do here before you go, do it now. I’ll be waiting for you out front.” Adam turned the device on, watching his step this time. “Hey Jonah? Yeah, the job’s done but there’s something else-.”

Cesar took in the rooms for one last time. The house was decrepit and more or less rotting from the inside out, but it was the closest thing he had to a home for the last several months. As strange as it would probably sound to someone, it genuinely felt like leaving an old friend behind. But like Adam said, this was probably the best way to move forward. To pass on to the afterlife or something like that. Yeah, he was ready for something to change.

Adam was outside like he promised, talking to someone in a van. There were pointed fingers and glances towards him, and Cesar guessed that was Jonah. “Holy fucking shit, you really weren’t joking. “Why would I joke about-.” “Hi I’m Cesar! You’re taking this a lot better than I thought you would. Are people still scared of ghosts?”Jonah laughed. “Well, you’re a lot better than an alternate, that’s for sure. And if Adam trusts you, that’s good enough for me.”

The ride was a lot more comfortable than Cesar thought it would be. While Adam and Jonah sat up front, the back of the van was Cesar’s space, with Jonah’s instruction to “make yourself at home”. Adam and Jonah were bickering and joking while an 80s song was playing out of the stereo, and Cesar couldn’t explain why such a scene made his chest ache ever so slightly.

He could see the house in the rearview mirror, growing smaller and smaller in the distance before looking out the windshield. Cesar’s person was out there somewhere in the world, all he had to do was find them. How hard could it be?

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Scripts - S7 - Episode 20 (Part 1 of 2)

Chats around the villa - Bonnie (or Bonnie & male LI), OG LI & Rival, Summer & Joyo (if together)

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island where two Islanders are about to be chauffeured directly to the airport.

NARRATOR: And when I say chauffeured, I of course mean one of them rusty old airport minibuses.

NARRATOR: And when I say directly, I of course mean... directly to every hotel on the island to pick up every man and his dog.

NARRATOR: Only joking... They don’t allow animals. Too much howling and crying.

NARRATOR: Wait till they pick up our dumped duo! But who will they be?

Everyone’s gathered by the pool to unpack the dumping announcement.

UMA_SURPRISED: Wow, a double dumping.

BONNIE_SAD: I don’t want anyone to leave.

{0} leans over to whisper to you.

{0}_SAD: I really don’t want you to go, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: I feel like things are just beginning. I don’t want this to end.

{0}_IDLE: Do you?

Before you can answer {0}, you hear Uma huff. Everyone looks over at her and {1}.

UMA_SERIOUS: This is just what we need after Snog, Marry, Pie.

{0}_SERIOUS: What do you mean by that?

UMA_SERIOUS: We’re not exactly in the greatest place right now are we?

Sensing the awkwardness, Bonnie tries to shift the focus.

BONNIE_IDLE: How are you feeling about the double dumping, {0}?

I’m worried

PLAYER_IDLE: Honestly, I don’t feel great about it.

PLAYER_SAD: I’m not ready to leave yet.

UMA_IDLE: I’m with you, {0}.

BONNIE_HAPPY: You don’t need to worry {0}, you’re not going anywhere.

UMA_IDLE: Thanks for the support, Bonnie.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Oh, sorry Uma. I’m sure you’ll be fine too.

UMA_HAPPY: <i>Great</i> save Bonnie. Have you considered goalkeeping as a career?

Bonnie playfully nudges Uma.

I’m confident

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m not stressing. I’m staying put.

SUMMER_HAPPY: That’s the mindset, {0}! We’re not going anywhere.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I love the confidence {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: In times like this, confidence is key.

I don’t know how I feel

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know how to feel right now.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m still taking it all in.

BONNIE_IDLE: I get it, it was a bit of a shock.

PLAYER_IDLE: How’s everyone else feeling about the dumping?

DAPHNE_IDLE: <i>Double</i> dumping, can’t forget that key aspect.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think we need to worry about anyone forgetting that.

DAPHNE_SAD: As much as I love your confidence {0}, I’m a bit worried.

DAPHNE_SAD: We’re on the same page, {0}. I’m not feeling great either.

DAPHNE_SAD: I’m feeling worried.

DAPHNE_SAD: I feel like I’ve only just got Raf back, I don’t want to be split up again.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Daph if you go, I’m going with you.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: You don’t need to worry about being split up.

RAFAEL_HAPPY: Either we stay in the villa together, or we go together.

ALEX_HAPPY: I have to say it, that is pretty sweet.

UMA_HAPPY: Yeah Raf, it really is. The rest of you boys take note.

BRYSON_HAPPY: Stop trying to make us all look bad, Raf.

BRYSON_HAPPY: But seriously that’s a nice thing to do.

JOYO_HAPPY: Yeah, it’s a nice distraction from the impending doom.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Feeling worried are we?

JOYO_HAPPY: Nah, got nothing to worry about. I’m confident as ever.

UMA_IDLE: Daph, how are you feeling about what Rafael just said?

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I was literally speechless.

DAPHNE_HAPPY: I want you to know it goes both ways, Raf. If you go, I’ll go too.

Rafael and Daphne hug each other whilst the others whistle and cheer.

Bonnie leans over and whispers in your ear.

BONNIE_IDLE: Would you walk out with someone, {0}?

If I felt ready to

PLAYER_HAPPY: Why not? If I think I’ve found the one, I’d be outta here.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: That is very good to know.

BONNIE_IDLE: Good point, but you never know what’s around the corner.

BONNIE_HAPPY: The grass isn’t always greener.

Not in a million years

PLAYER_IDLE: Absolutely not. If we’re meant to be then some time apart won’t end us.

PLAYER_IDLE: And if it can, well, we probably weren’t a strong couple anyway.

BONNIE_SAD: I guess that’s true.

BONNIE_IDLE: I guess that’s true.

I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe I’d consider it for the right person.

PLAYER_IDLE: But I can’t say for certain.

BONNIE_IDLE: It’s a pretty big thing to do, so I totally get that.

You turn your attention back to the others.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Right, who wants to talk about their feelings next?

SUMMER_HAPPY: I don’t think I’m going anywhere. But, I’m still going to make every second count.

JOYO_FLIRTY: So what are we still doing here? The bedroom is calling.

Summer and Joyo get closer to one another and start to kiss passionately.

ALEX_HAPPY: Erm, you might want to answer that call from the bedroom.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, get a room.

Summer and Joyo stop kissing.

JOYO_HAPPY: I’m kind of in the same boat as Summer.

JOYO_HAPPY: Not stressed about tonight, but I don’t want to have any regrets.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Well, if we’re in the same boat we might as well get in the same bed.

Summer takes Joyo by the hand and they run off towards the bedroom.

EVAN_IDLE: We should all just treat today like it’s our last. Leave nothing unsaid.

EVAN_IDLE: Focus on good vibes.

UMA_HAPPY: I’m down to focus on good vibes only. Can’t spend the whole day worrying about it.

BRYSON_HAPPY: I was never gonna have bad vibes, that’s just not me.

BRYSON_HAPPY: To be honest, I don’t feel stressed about it at all.

{0}_SAD: Well that’s lucky for you Bryson because I’m stressing out.

TRAVIS_SAD: Same here, {0}.

TRAVIS_SAD: I haven’t been in the villa very long so I’d be gutted to go home now.

VICKY_SAD: Ditto, I planned to spend my summer here and I don’t want that to change.

BRYSON_IDLE: I mean if two people have to get dumped…

ALEX_EMBARRASSED: Bryson, come on.

BRYSON_SURPRISED: What?

BRYSON_IDLE: Surely, last ones in, first ones out is the fairest thing?

BRYSON_IDLE: Don’t you agree, {0}?

Sounds fair to me

PLAYER_IDLE: I mean, it sounds pretty fair to me.

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: Wow, {0}.

TRAVIS_SAD: I wasn’t expecting that.

VICKY_SURPRISED: Wow, {0}.

VICKY_SAD: I wasn’t expecting that.

BRYSON_HAPPY: No surprise we’re on the same page, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Duh, of course we are.

Vicky and Travis both look at you disappointed.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, I just think that’s fair.

No, that’s not fair

PLAYER_IDLE: No, I don’t think that’s fair at all.

{0}_IDLE: I’m a bit surprised we’re not on the same page, {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know what to tell you, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Vicky and Travis have made a big impression in a short amount of time.

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe even more than someone who’s been here a while.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Thanks, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: Yeah thanks, {0}. It’s nice to know we’ve got you on our side.

PLAYER_IDLE: No worries.

Leave me out of it

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Leave me out of it Bryson, I’m not involved.

Travis looks over at you, hurt you didn’t stick up for him.

Vicky looks over at you, hurt that didn’t stick up for her.

{0}_IDLE: I really thought you’d agree with me, {1}.

ALEX_EMBARRASSED: Let’s move on, shall we?

BRYSON_HAPPY: Let’s do something fun.

ALEX_HAPPY: Like what?

BRYSON_HAPPY: I don’t know, let’s think of something over a smoothie.

Everyone begins to disperse around the villa, mumbling about the looming double dumping.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Hey, {0}, let’s go for a chat.

VICKY_IDLE: Hey, {0}, let’s go for a chat.

You follow Travis to the beanbags and sit down beside him.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Thanks for coming to chat with me, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What’s up?

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I was thinking about what Evan said earlier, how we shouldn’t leave anything unsaid.

TRAVIS_IDLE: I really don’t want to leave tonight.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I’m having an amazing time, I’ve met some great people.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: But the main reason I want to stay is you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Really?

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I’m so excited to be coupled up with you and I want us to spend more time together.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: And maybe I can convince you I’m the kind of guy you’d want around.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: Even if I’m the last one in.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: And the way you stuck up for me earlier just reinforces how much you have my back.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: There’s still so much I don’t know about you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Like what?

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Tell me a fact about you that surprises people.

I won a paper aeroplane competition

PLAYER_HAPPY: I won a competition for the best paper aeroplane.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Really? That’s hilarious.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yep, it soared through the air like an eagle.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was a breathtaking sight.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: Not as breathtaking as you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well I should hope not, it was a paper aeroplane.

I can sing the national anthem backwards

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can sing the national anthem backwards.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Why is that a skill you possess?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: For moments like this Travis, you’re surprised right?

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: That’s a very fair point, {0}, I am beyond surprised.

I never use maps

PLAYER_HAPPY: I never use maps, I can always just figure out where I’m going.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: How is that possible?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I have a shockingly amazing sense of direction.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Don’t get me wrong, I'm usually at least an hour late.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Erm, maybe you should use a map.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Now, where’s the fun in that?

No facts here

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve got nothing.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: You must have something you can think of.

PLAYER_IDLE: Nope, nada.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: A woman with some mystery. I don’t mind that one bit.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I love talking to you, {0}.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I’m pretty confident you’re not going anywhere tonight.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I’m having the most amazing time here, I’ve met some really great people.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Especially you, {0}.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Listen, I know we’re coupled up, but your head seems to be with someone else.

TRAVIS_FLIRTY: I want you to be able to explore your connections.

TRAVIS_IDLE: And I hope the dumping doesn’t mess up that chance for you.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I mean, you’re definitely not going anywhere.

Thank him

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Travis. Appreciate the vote of confidence.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: My pleasure.

Pretend you’re not listening

You ignore his remark and look out over the horizon.

He looks a bit confused.

Contest him on Vicky’s goss

PLAYER_ANGRY: Vicky told the girls about a certain boy chat.

PLAYER_ANGRY: About some boys regretting who they’re coupled with.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: And you telling them to keep it secret from the girls?

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, I didn’t really know what to say.

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: So I tried to play peacekeeper and keep the vibe chill.

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: Sorry if it sounded shady, I just didn’t want more drama.

TRAVIS_IDLE: My heart was in the right place, even if I got it a bit wrong.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Hmm.

End the chat and speak to the others

PLAYER_IDLE: Look, Travis. It’s been nice chatting but I better go see the others.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll see you around.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Oh, ok. Catch you later, {0}.

You get up and leave Travis behind. On a mission to see the others.

TRAVIS_IDLE: But anyway, two people do have to go.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Do you think a couple will get dumped or two individuals?

I think it will be a couple

PLAYER_IDLE: My guess is a couple will go.

PLAYER_IDLE: It might be easier to vote for a pair instead of splitting a couple up.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Either way, it’s gonna be a tough choice.

Maybe two individuals

PLAYER_IDLE: I think individuals will get dumped.

PLAYER_IDLE: After Movie Night and Snog, Marry, Pie, most of the couples are on shaky ground.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s probably best to look at everyone individually.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Yeah, I get what you mean.

TRAVIS_IDLE: I’ve been thinking a lot about who could be going tonight.

PLAYER_IDLE: That is the activity of the day.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Yeah, I guess it would be weirder if I hadn’t put any thought in it.

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: I’ve been weighing everyone up.

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: Trying to think of people who are more at risk than me.

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: I know that’s not the nicest thing to do.

TRAVIS_IDLE: But if you had to pick, which couple would you say was at risk?

You and me

PLAYER_SAD: I think it could be you and me.

PLAYER_IDLE: We haven’t been in a couple very long.

PLAYER_IDLE: That might make us an easy option.

TRAVIS_IDLE: You could say the same about Vicky and Evan.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Don’t give up hope just yet, {0}.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: You were so confident earlier.

PLAYER_IDLE: I guess I changed my mind.

PLAYER_SAD: I think it could be you and me.

TRAVIS_SAD: If individuals are getting dumped then maybe it could be me.

TRAVIS_IDLE: But I’m confident it won’t be you, {0}.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: You were so confident earlier.

PLAYER_IDLE: I guess I changed my mind.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Well I think you’re a fan favourite for sure.

Bonnie and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Bonnie and {0} could be at risk.

PLAYER_IDLE: They're more of a friendship couple and this <i>is</i> Love Island.

TRAVIS_IDLE: I think you could be right, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Bonnie’s great but she doesn’t really have a spark with anyone right now.

PLAYER_IDLE: The same goes for {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: And this <i>is</i> Love Island after all.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Yeah, I think you could be right, {0}.

{0} and {1}

PLAYER_IDLE: I think {0} and {1} are at risk.

TRAVIS_IDLE: What makes you think that?

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, everything that came out in Excess Baggage for starters.

PLAYER_IDLE: {0} running off with Stephen behind {1}’s back.

PLAYER_IDLE: That isn’t looking very good for them.

TRAVIS_IDLE: A few people came out of that game not looking great.

TRAVIS_IDLE: What if you guessed right and the vote is for individuals, not couples?

PLAYER_IDLE: Then I guess they’d both be going home.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Well, whether you're coupled or not.

TRAVIS_IDLE: I think the connection you two have could definitely save him.

Summer and Joyo

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Summer and Joyo are in danger.

PLAYER_IDLE: It seems like everything with them is surface level.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know if their connection is as strong as other couples.

TRAVIS_IDLE: That’s a fair point.

TRAVIS_IDLE: What if you guessed right and the vote is for individuals, not couples?

PLAYER_IDLE: I still think they’d be at risk of going home.

Daphne and Rafael

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Daphne and Rafael are at risk of going home.

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: I didn’t expect you to say that.

TRAVIS_SURPRISED: My guess would be they’re not going anywhere.

Uma and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it has to be Uma and {0} who are most at risk.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Look, they’re going at it right now.

You and Travis look over to the kitchen and see Uma and {0} arguing.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Oh dear.

TRAVIS_IDLE: What if you guessed right and the vote is for individuals, not couples?

PLAYER_IDLE: I still think they’re both at risk, even as individuals.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Yeah, you might be right, {0}.

Vicky and Evan

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Vicky and Evan are the most at risk.

PLAYER_IDLE: They haven’t been in a couple very long.

PLAYER_IDLE: Which might make them an easy option.

TRAVIS_IDLE: You could say the same about us?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I know, but I’m confident I’m not going anywhere.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Staying positive, good plan.

PLAYER_SAD: I guess you’re right.

TRAVIS_EMBARRASSED: Sorry, {0}, just ignore me.

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe, but also maybe not.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: You’re right, anything could happen.

TRAVIS_IDLE: And what if you guessed right and the vote is for individuals, not couples?

PLAYER_IDLE: I still think they’re both at risk, even as individuals.

TRAVIS_IDLE: Couples vote or not, I think the connection you two have could definitely save him.

TRAVIS_IDLE: I wonder if everyone else is speculating about who’s at risk too?

TRAVIS_IDLE: I know the plan was to try and enjoy today and not think about tonight.

TRAVIS_IDLE: But that’s easier said than done.

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah I wonder which way everyone is leaning?

TRAVIS_IDLE: Maybe you could go and chat to the others, see where their heads are at?

TRAVIS_HAPPY: I’m gonna grab something to eat. See you later, {0}.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: And good luck!

You follow Vicky to the beanbags and sit down beside her.

VICKY_HAPPY: Thanks for coming to chat with me, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What’s up?

VICKY_HAPPY: I was thinking about what Evan said earlier, how we shouldn’t leave anything unsaid.

VICKY_IDLE: It got me thinking about some of the unsaid things between us.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Like what?

VICKY_HAPPY: Like how I’m having the time of my life being coupled with you.

VICKY_FLIRTY: If I hadn't met you, the thought of being dumped wouldn’t worry me at all.

VICKY_IDLE: But I have met you... And the thought of our time being cut short.

Vicky looks at you with a tenderness in her eyes.

VICKY_HAPPY: I just want us to spend as much time together as possible tonight.

VICKY_FLIRTY: And maybe I can convince you I’m the kind of girl you’d want around.

VICKY_FLIRTY: Even if I’m the last one in.

VICKY_HAPPY: And the way you stuck up for me earlier just reinforces how much you have my back.

VICKY_HAPPY: But there’s still so much I don’t know about you.

PLAYER_IDLE: What do you wanna know?

VICKY_HAPPY: Tell me a fact about you that surprises people.

I won a paper aeroplane competition

PLAYER_HAPPY: I won a competition for the best paper aeroplane.

VICKY_HAPPY: Really? That’s hilarious.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Yep, it soared through the air like an eagle.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It was a breathtaking sight.

VICKY_FLIRTY: Not as breathtaking as you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well I should hope not, it was a paper aeroplane.

I can sing the national anthem backwards

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can sing the national anthem backwards.

VICKY_HAPPY: Why is that a skill you possess?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: For moments like this, Vicky. You’re surprised right?

VICKY_FLIRTY: That’s a very fair point, {0}, I am beyond surprised.

I never use maps

PLAYER_HAPPY: I never use maps, I can always just figure out where I’m going.

VICKY_HAPPY: How is that possible?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I have a shockingly amazing sense of direction.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Don’t get me wrong, I'm usually at least an hour late.

VICKY_HAPPY: Erm, maybe you should use a map.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Now, where’s the fun in that?

No facts here

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ve got nothing.

VICKY_HAPPY: You must have something you can think of.

PLAYER_IDLE: Nope, nada.

VICKY_FLIRTY: A woman with some mystery, I don’t mind that one bit.

VICKY_HAPPY: Well I’m pretty confident you’re not going anywhere tonight.

VICKY_HAPPY: I’m having the most amazing time here, I’ve met some really great people.

VICKY_HAPPY: Especially you, {0}. You’re an especially great person.

VICKY_HAPPY: I’m not surprised you’ve got options in here.

VICKY_EMBARRASSED: And your head might be more with them than me right now.

VICKY_FLIRTY: Even though we’re coupled, I want you to be able to explore that.

VICKY_IDLE: And I hope the dumping doesn’t mess that chance up for you.

VICKY_HAPPY: I mean, you’re definitely not going anywhere.

Thanks, Vicky!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Thanks, Vicky.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s very considerate of you.

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it’s important we all explore our connections.

VICKY_HAPPY: So do I.

VICKY_IDLE: Just hoping we don’t have to go before we find the right one.

You’re a great person too

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’re a great person too.

VICKY_HAPPY: Really?

PLAYER_HAPPY: One of the greatest!

VICKY_HAPPY: I’m glad you think that…

I’ve actually got to go

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re right we do need to explore our connections.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m sorry, Vicky. But I have to go…

VICKY_SURPRISED: Oh, ok.

VICKY_IDLE: I’ll see you later then, I guess?

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later.

You get up and leave Vicky behind. On a mission to see the others.

VICKY_IDLE: But two people do have to go.

VICKY_IDLE: Do you think a couple will get dumped or two individuals?

A couple

PLAYER_IDLE: My guess is a couple will go.

PLAYER_IDLE: After Snog, Marry, Pie, most of the couples are on shaky ground.

VICKY_IDLE: Hmmm, true. Wouldn’t seem fair to vote off a couple with two single boys here though.

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ll have to wait and see.

Individuals

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d guess individuals will get dumped.

PLAYER_IDLE: After Snog, Marry, Pie, most of the couples are on shaky ground.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s probably best to look at everyone individually.

PLAYER_IDLE: Especially since two of the guys are single.

VICKY_IDLE: Yeah, I get what you mean.

VICKY_IDLE: If you had to pick, who would you say was the most at risk?

You and me

PLAYER_SAD: I think it could be you and me.

PLAYER_IDLE: We haven’t been in a couple very long.

PLAYER_IDLE: That might make us an easy option.

VICKY_IDLE: You could say the same about Bonnie and Travis though.

VICKY_HAPPY: Don’t give up hope just yet, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: You were so confident earlier.

PLAYER_IDLE: I guess I changed my mind.

PLAYER_SAD: I think it could be you and me.

VICKY_EMBARRASSED: I’m trying to remain optimistic. Fingers crossed it’ll be fine.

VICKY_IDLE: But you’ll be safe for sure, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: You were so confident earlier.

PLAYER_IDLE: I guess I changed my mind.

VICKY_HAPPY: I think you’re probably a fan favourite.

Bonnie and Travis

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Bonnie and Travis could be at risk.

PLAYER_IDLE: They're more of a friendship couple and this <i>is</i> Love Island.

VICKY_IDLE: I think you could be right, {0}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Bonnie’s great but she doesn’t really have a spark with anyone right now.

PLAYER_IDLE: And this <i>is</i> Love Island after all.

PLAYER_IDLE: Travis hasn’t been here very long which could make him an easy choice.

PLAYER_IDLE: Even if I don’t think that’s the fairest way to choose.

VICKY_IDLE: Yeah, I think you could be right, {0}.

VICKY_IDLE: The same thing could be said about me, but I’m choosing to stay optimistic.

{0} and {1}

PLAYER_IDLE: I think {0} and {1} are the most at risk.

VICKY_IDLE: What makes you think that?

PLAYER_IDLE: After everything that came out in Excess Baggage.

PLAYER_IDLE: With {0} going after Stephen behind {1}’s back.

PLAYER_IDLE: She isn’t looking very good.

VICKY_IDLE: A few people came out of that challenge not looking great.

VICKY_IDLE: What if you guessed right and the vote is for individuals, not couples?

PLAYER_IDLE: {0} could still be in danger.

Summer and Joyo

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Summer and Joyo are the most at risk of going home.

PLAYER_IDLE: It seems like everything with them is surface level.

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t know if their connection is as strong as other couples.

VICKY_IDLE: That’s a fair point.

VICKY_IDLE: What if you’re right and the vote is for individuals, not couples?

PLAYER_IDLE: I still think that could get them both dumped.

Rafael and Daphne

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Rafael and Daphne are the most at risk.

VICKY_SURPRISED: I didn’t expect you to say that.

VICKY_SURPRISED: My jaw will literally hit the floor if it’s them.

VICKY_HAPPY: They seem so loved up!

Uma and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I think it has to be Uma and {0} who are most at risk.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Look, they’re going at it right now.

You and Vicky look over to the kitchen and see Uma and {0} arguing.

VICKY_EMBARRASSED: Oh dear.

VICKY_IDLE: What if you guessed right and the vote is for individuals, not couples?

VICKY_IDLE: I still think they’re both at risk, even as individuals.

The single boys

PLAYER_IDLE: I reckon the single boys are in trouble.

VICKY_IDLE: Hmm, I’m not so sure.

VICKY_IDLE: And if it’s couples not individuals, could that mean they’re safe for sure?

PLAYER_IDLE: Your guess is as good as mine.

VICKY_IDLE: Well, we’ll find out soon enough.

VICKY_IDLE: I wonder if everyone else is speculating about who’s at risk too?

VICKY_IDLE: I know the plan was to try and enjoy today and not think about tonight.

VICKY_IDLE: But that’s easier said than done.

PLAYER_IDLE: Yeah, I wonder who the others are leaning towards?

VICKY_IDLE: Maybe you could go and chat to the others, see where their heads are at?

VICKY_HAPPY: I’m gonna go grab something to eat. See you later, {0}.

VICKY_HAPPY: And good luck!

&Beanbags: Bonnie

You join Bonnie on the beanbags.

PLAYER_IDLE: You ok, Bonnie?

BONNIE_SAD: To be honest I’m nervous about tonight, I can’t take my mind off of it.

BONNIE_SAD: I feel like being in a new couple puts me at risk.

BONNIE_SAD: Especially if we’re being dumped as couples.

BONNIE_SAD: What do you think, {0}, am I right to be nervous?

Absolutely

PLAYER_IDLE: For sure, nobody is safe really.

PLAYER_IDLE: We have no clue how tonight could go.

BONNIE_SAD: I feel even worse now.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Just being honest.

BONNIE_IDLE: I did ask, I guess.

Nah, don’t stress

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think you should be stressing about it.

BONNIE_IDLE: Yeah, I hope you’re right.

I don’t know what you should feel

PLAYER_IDLE: I really don’t know how you should feel, Bonnie.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s a difficult situation.

BONNIE_SAD: Yeah, you can say that again.

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe we should talk about something else?

BONNIE_SAD: I’ll really miss you if I go tonight.

BONNIE_HAPPY: You’ve meant so much to me in here.

BONNIE_HAPPY: When you asked me to marry you it meant a lot to me.

BONNIE_HAPPY: This feels like the start of something really special.

BONNIE_IDLE: You’ve been my go to friend for everything!

BONNIE_IDLE: We’ve had such a great time together.

BONNIE_IDLE: At least if I do end up going home, it’s unlikely that you’ll get dumped too.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Maybe we could see each other again. When we’re both out of here?

BONNIE_HAPPY: Would you be up for that?

That would be a vibe

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course I’d want to see you again.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I know we could have a lot of fun together back home.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I don’t doubt that one bit.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I know we could have so much fun together back home!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh 100%, I don’t doubt it.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Then it’s a date.

I’d rather not

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d rather not commit to any outside plans.

BONNIE_SAD: That’s fair.

BONNIE_EMBARRASSED: Our marriage was short but sweet, I guess.

BONNIE_IDLE: Erm, I guess that’s fair, you never know what could happen.

BONNIE_HAPPY: But if you change your mind, I’m always ready for a good time.

It’s too soon to say

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s too soon to say right now.

BONNIE_IDLE: Yeah, maybe we should wait until after tonight.

BONNIE_HAPPY: If we’re both staying we don’t need to plan anything for outside just yet.

You see Travis heading towards you both.

BONNIE_IDLE: Oh, hey, Travis.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Hey, sorry to interrupt.

TRAVIS_HAPPY: Could I steal Bonnie for a minute?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sure, I’ve got places to go and people to see anyway.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Later, {0}.

&Beanbags: Bonnie, {0}

You join Bonnie and {0} on the beanbags.

PLAYER_IDLE: You guys alright?

BONNIE_SAD: No, I’m nervous about tonight. I can’t take my mind off of it.

BONNIE_SAD: I feel like all of {0}’s behaviour could drag me down with him.

BONNIE_SAD: Especially if we’re being dumped as couples.

{0}_SERIOUS: I thought we’d moved past that. What more can I do?

{0}_SERIOUS: What if I pied myself in the face? Oh wait, already did that.

BONNIE_SERIOUS: I can still be annoyed if I want to.

{0}_SAD: I’m going for a swim.

{0}_SAD: See you later, {1}.

{0} storms off towards the pool.

You shift in your beanbag awkwardly.

BONNIE_IDLE: What do you think, {0}, am I right to be nervous?

Absolutely

PLAYER_IDLE: You’re right to be nervous, if I was you I probably would be too.

BONNIE_SAD: I feel so much worse now.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Just being honest.

BONNIE_IDLE: I know and I did ask, I guess.

Nah, don’t stress

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think you should be stressing about it.

PLAYER_IDLE: If anything, {0}’s actions could make people root for you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Because you handled it so well.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Yeah, maybe you’re right.

I don’t know what you should feel

PLAYER_IDLE: I really don’t know how you should feel, Bonnie.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s a difficult situation.

BONNIE_SAD: Yeah, you can say that again.

PLAYER_IDLE: Maybe we should talk about something else?

BONNIE_SAD: I’ll really miss you if I go tonight.

BONNIE_HAPPY: You’ve meant so much to me in here.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Really?

BONNIE_HAPPY: You’ve been my go to friend for everything!

BONNIE_HAPPY: We’ve had such a great time together.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I hope that if I get dumped, or in the <i>very</i> unlikely scenario you get dumped.

BONNIE_IDLE: We could meet up as friends.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Would you be up for that? Meeting up back home?

For sure

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course I’d want to see you again.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I know we could have so much fun together back home.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh 100%, I don’t doubt it.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Then let’s do it!

I’d rather not

PLAYER_IDLE: I’d rather not commit to any outside plans.

BONNIE_IDLE: Erm, I guess that’s fair, you never know what could happen.

BONNIE_HAPPY: But if you change your mind, I’m always ready for a good time.

It’s too soon to say

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s too soon to say right now.

BONNIE_IDLE: Yeah, maybe we should wait until after tonight.

BONNIE_HAPPY: If we’re both staying we don’t need to plan anything for outside just yet.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Thanks for coming to chat, {0}. You always calm me down.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I think I’m gonna go lay on an inflatable in the pool.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: So {0} can’t do anymore laps.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Is that petty? Yes. Am I still going to do it? Yes.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Later, {0}.

Bonnie skips off to sabotage {0}’s pool time.

&Loungers: {0}, {1}

You wander over to the loungers and take a seat beside, {0} and {1}.

PLAYER_IDLE: Hey, how are you guys feeling about tonight?

{0}_IDLE: Jeez, {1}, straight in there.

{0}_HAPPY: Could’ve at least warmed me up with some small talk.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sorry, I prefer to cut right to the chase.

{0}_IDLE: It’s an efficient way to live, I’ll give you that.

PLAYER_IDLE: So, {0} are you still stressing about tonight?

{0}_HAPPY: Nope.

{0}_HAPPY: I think it was other people worrying that made me stressy.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m not getting dumped tonight.

PLAYER_IDLE: You sound very confident.

{0}_IDLE: Should I not be?

Nope, you’re in trouble

PLAYER_IDLE: I wouldn’t be so sure of yourself.

PLAYER_IDLE: You’ve got some red flags flying around you.

{0}_SERIOUS: Really, {1}, you’re hardly Miss Perfect yourself.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Erm…

{0} trips over his words trying to change the subject.

{0}_IDLE: So, {1}, you asked how I’m feeling about tonight?

You should be confident

PLAYER_IDLE: You should be confident.

PLAYER_IDLE: Why wouldn’t you be!

PLAYER_IDLE: Who would dump you?

{0}_IDLE: Am I detecting some sarcasm there?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: I was being genuine.

{0} looks you up and down unconvinced.

{0}_IDLE: Ok, well thanks then, {1}.

{0} jumps in to change the subject.

{0}_IDLE: So, {1}, you asked how I’m feeling about tonight?

I don’t know how you should feel

PLAYER_IDLE: I have literally no idea how you should feel.

PLAYER_IDLE: Just do you.

{0}_IDLE: I will, {1}. You don’t need to worry about that.

PLAYER_IDLE: {0}, how are you feeling about tonight?

{0}_HAPPY: I’m feeling good, but that’s only because I don’t think I’m going.

{0}_HAPPY: And I’m feeling confident you’re not going anywhere either.

{0}_HAPPY: You know I’m not one to stress.

{0}_HAPPY: And you don’t need to stress either, I don’t think you’re going anywhere.

{0}_IDLE: All in all, I’m feeling ok.

{0}_IDLE: If I thought you were gonna get dumped, then I’d feel differently.

{0}_IDLE: I’m feeling as expected, I guess.

{0}_IDLE: Not ready to go yet, but also don’t wanna see anyone else leave.

{0}_IDLE: I do think you’ll be safe though, {1}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Why don’t you think I could be going?

{0}_FLIRTY: Who would vote out the greatest girl in this place? Answer, nobody.

{0}_SAD: Ouch. I’m right here.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: My bad, {1}, you’re pretty great too.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: My bad, {1}, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: My bad, {1}, did I not say you’re both great girls?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I might not have said it aloud but I definitely said it in my head.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: My bad, {1}, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.

{0}_IDLE: You’ll probably be safe as well, {1}.

{0}_IDLE: Great, thanks.

{0}_IDLE: I don’t want anyone to leave, that's a given.

{0}_IDLE: We’ve been through a lot together and I’m nowhere near ready to call it a day.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ve made some special bonds with people.

{0}_IDLE: Who knows what the future holds though.

{0}_IDLE: I wouldn’t want to speculate about who will stay and who will go.

{0}_IDLE: But I know if a certain someone went, then I’d be sad about that.

You and {0} both open your mouths to speak.

{0}_HAPPY: Don’t ask me to elaborate because I won’t.

{0}_HAPPY: I need some secrets, ladies.

{0}_HAPPY: I think I’m gonna have a walk around, I’ve been sitting too long.

{0}_FLIRTY: Unless you wanted me to stay with you a bit longer, {1}?

*I’m not done flirting with you yet

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d love it if you stayed, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Being with you has been the highlight of my day, why would I want it to end?

{0}_FLIRTY: I feel exactly the same, {1}.

Tell {0} to go on his walk

PLAYER_IDLE: No, it’s cool. You can go on your walk.

PLAYER_IDLE: I was gonna head off anyway.

{0}_FLIRTY: Are you sure, {1}? It would be nice to chill with you a bit longer.

{0} rolls her eyes in annoyance.

{0}_FLIRTY: Especially with what could happen tonight.

*Ok, I’ll stay

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re right. We should make every second count.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m happy to hear you say that, {1}.

I’m going

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m gonna go, enjoy your walk.

{0}_IDLE: Ok, {1}. See you later.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s nice you wanted to spend more time together.

{0} moves over to make more space on his lounger.

{0}_FLIRTY: There’s space next to me, if you want to get more comfortable?

{0}_SERIOUS: You’ve got to be joking?

{0} gets up and storms away but she’s still within eyeshot.

Lay next to {0}

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’d love to.

You go over to {0}’s lounger and lay down beside him.

{0}_FLIRTY: I dunno about you, {1}, but I think we could get even closer.

Spoon with {0}

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I wouldn’t say no to a spoon right now.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can make that happen. One question though, big spoon or little spoon?

Big spoon

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Big spoon all the way!

You wrap your arm around {0} and nuzzle into his neck.

Your eyes meet {0} who is glaring at you.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Comfortable?

{0}_FLIRTY: Of course I am.

{0}_IDLE: I really hope neither of us go tonight.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want to have more moments like this with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Do you feel the same?

Definitely!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course I do, I love being with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.

He turns to face you with a wide smile.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love being with you too.

He looks deep into your eyes as he bites his bottom lip.

{0}_FLIRTY: This is when I’d lean in for a kiss but we have an audience.

Maybe a kiss on the cheek?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Surely a kiss on the cheek is ok.

{0}_FLIRTY: I couldn’t agree more.

Your eyes drift to his lips. He smirks as he leans closer to you.

He lightly holds your chin, his thumb running along your jaw.

You can feel his breath on your skin as he closes the gap between you.

His soft lips press against your cheek. You can feel him smile.

He pulls away and whispers in your ear.

{0}_FLIRTY: Best spoon ever.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

Save it for when we’re alone

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d prefer to wait until we’re alone to kiss.

PLAYER_IDLE: Don’t need the whole villa watching.

{0}_FLIRTY: You’re right. Ruins the vibe a bit.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want any kiss I have with you to be special.

Who said you’d get a kiss?

PLAYER_IDLE: Who says you’d be getting a kiss even if we were alone?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Ah, true.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You back yourself that much?

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll let you take the lead on when we kiss from now on.

No

PLAYER_IDLE: I think this is probably enough for now.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s fair, {1}. I’ll still hold out hope for more though.

Little spoon

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Little spoon all the way.

You turn so {0} is behind you, he wraps his muscular arm around you.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Comfortable?

{0}_FLIRTY: Of course I am.

You stare into each other's eyes. Then you catch {0} glaring at you.

{0}_IDLE: I really hope neither of us go tonight.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want to have more moments like this with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Do you feel the same?

Definitely!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course I do, I love being with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.

He effortlessly spins you to face him.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love being with you too.

He looks deep into your eyes as he bites his bottom lip.

{0}_FLIRTY: This is when I’d lean in for a kiss but we have an audience.

A kiss on the cheek won’t hurt

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Surely a kiss on the cheek is ok.

{0}_FLIRTY: I couldn’t agree more.

Your eyes drift to his lips. He smirks as he leans closer to you.

He lightly holds your chin, his thumb running along your jaw.

You can feel his breath on your skin as he closes the gap between you.

His soft lips press against your cheek. You can feel him smile.

He pulls away and whispers in your ear.

{0}_FLIRTY: Best spoon ever.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

We should leave it for when we’re alone

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d prefer to wait until we’re alone to kiss.

PLAYER_IDLE: Don’t need the whole villa watching.

{0}_FLIRTY: You’re right. Ruins the vibe a bit.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want any kiss I have with you to be special.

Who said you’d get a kiss either way?

PLAYER_IDLE: Who says you’d be getting a kiss even if we were alone?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Ah, true.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You back yourself that much?

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll let you take the lead on when we kiss from now on.

No

PLAYER_IDLE: I think this is probably enough for now.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s fair, {1}. I’ll still hold out hope for more though.

We’re close enough

PLAYER_HAPPY: This is perfect.

{0}_FLIRTY: I couldn't agree more.

You stare into each other's eyes. Then you catch {0} looking over.

{0}_IDLE: I really hope neither of us go tonight.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want to have more moments like this with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Do you feel the same?

Definitely!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course I do, I love being with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love being with you too.

He looks in your eyes as he bites his bottom lip.

{0}_FLIRTY: This is when I’d lean in for a kiss but we have an audience.

A kiss on the cheek won’t hurt

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Surely a kiss on the cheek is ok.

{0}_FLIRTY: I couldn’t agree more.

Your eyes drift to his lips. He smirks as he leans closer to you.

He lightly holds your chin, his thumb running along your jaw.

You can feel his breath on your skin as he closes the gap between you.

His soft lips press against your cheek. You can feel him smile.

He pulls away and whispers in your ear.

{0}_FLIRTY: This is so much better than going on a walk alone.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

We should leave it for when we’re alone

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d prefer to wait until we’re alone to kiss.

PLAYER_IDLE: Don’t need the whole villa watching.

{0}_FLIRTY: You’re right. Ruins the vibe a bit.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want any kiss I have with you to be special.

Who said you’d get a kiss either way?

PLAYER_IDLE: Who says you’d be getting a kiss even if we were alone?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Ah, true.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You back yourself that much?

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll let you take the lead on when we kiss from now on.

No

PLAYER_IDLE: I think this is probably enough for now.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s fair, {1}. I’ll still hold out hope for more though.

Stay where you are

PLAYER_HAPPY: The view from here is good enough.

{0}_FLIRTY: My view is pretty perfect too.

You stare into each other's eyes. Then you catch {0} glaring at you.

{0}_IDLE: I really hope neither of us go tonight.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want more moments like this with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Do you feel the same?

Definitely!

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course I do, I love being with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love being with you too.

He looks in your eyes as he bites his bottom lip.

{0}_FLIRTY: This is when I’d lean in for a kiss but we have an audience.

A kiss on the cheek won’t hurt

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Surely a kiss on the cheek is ok.

{0}_FLIRTY: I couldn’t agree more.

Your eyes drift to his lips. He smirks as he leans closer to you.

He lightly holds your chin, his thumb running along your jaw.

You can feel his breath on your skin as he closes the gap between you.

His soft lips press against your cheek. You can feel him smile.

He pulls away and whispers in your ear.

{0}_FLIRTY: This is so much better than going on a walk alone.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Yeah?

We should leave it for when we’re alone

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d prefer to wait until we’re alone to kiss.

PLAYER_IDLE: Don’t need the whole villa watching.

{0}_FLIRTY: You’re right. Ruins the vibe a bit.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want any kiss I have with you to be special.

Who said you’d get a kiss either way?

PLAYER_IDLE: Who says you’d be getting a kiss even if we were alone?

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Ah, true.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You back yourself that much?

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll let you take the lead on when we kiss from now on.

No

PLAYER_IDLE: I think we hang out enough as is.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s fair, {1}. I’ll still hold out hope for more though.

{0}_FLIRTY: Any time I get to spend with you is a win. You’re incredible, {1}.

{0}_SERIOUS: Don’t you have somewhere else you could be, {1}?

{0}_SERIOUS: {1} and I have a lot to talk about.

{0}_IDLE: We do?

{0}_SERIOUS: I saw that little show you two just put on.

{0}_SERIOUS: So yeah, we have a lot to discuss.

I’ll go

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll leave you to it.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It was a pleasure spending time with you, {0}.

{0}_FLIRTY: You too, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait to see you again.

{0} huffs and folds her arms irritated.

I’m staying

PLAYER_IDLE: I think I’ll stay a little longer.

{0}_HAPPY: Yeah, no need to rush off, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: We’ll have plenty of time to talk later, {1}.

{0}_SERIOUS: Not if we get dumped we won’t.

{0} walks away, irritated.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I feel kinda bad, I get so caught up in you. I forget she’s even around.

{0}_SAD: I didn’t want to make her upset.

{0}_FLIRTY: But when you’re around, I can’t focus on anything else.

{0}_IDLE: I should probably go and apologise.

{0}_HAPPY: Looking forward to seeing you again very soon, {1}.

You wave as you and {0} part ways.

&Bedroom: Summer, Joyo

You walk into the bedroom and catch Joyo and Summer about to get frisky.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Ahem.

Joyo and Summer separate and sit side by side on the bed.

JOYO_HAPPY: Oh hey, {0}!

SUMMER_HAPPY: Lucky you came in when you did.

SUMMER_HAPPY: Even a couple seconds later you would’ve got an eyeful, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I believe you, Summer.

JOYO_HAPPY: We’re just making the most of our time together, in case things go south tonight.

SUMMER_HAPPY: We’re just using that as an excuse to get naughty in the daytime.

SUMMER_HAPPY: We’re both feeling confident actually.

SUMMER_HAPPY: There’s no way we’re getting dumped tonight.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What makes you so sure?

JOYO_HAPPY: For one, the chemistry between us could win awards.

JOYO_HAPPY: What? That line was smooth.

SUMMER_HAPPY: It wasn’t, but that’s ok, I still like you.

Joyo and Summer share a quick kiss.

JOYO_IDLE: You know what, this all boils down to who is the strongest and the weakest couple.

JOYO_IDLE: The strongest couple will survive.

SUMMER_IDLE: How incredibly dramatic.

JOYO_IDLE: You’re rubbing off on me.

Summer playfully pushes Joyo.

SUMMER_IDLE: Ok, so if the strongest couple is safe.

SUMMER_IDLE: Assuming Joyo’s theory is correct.

JOYO_HAPPY: Feels like you’re doubting me, Summer.

SUMMER_IDLE: Don’t start, Joyo.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: I just want to hear who {0} thinks is the strongest couple.

SUMMER_FLIRTY: Or second strongest, if you think you and {0} are the strongest.

You two

PLAYER_IDLE: I think you two are the strongest couple.

SUMMER_HAPPY: No surprises there, am I right?

JOYO_HAPPY: Had to be us Summer.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Alright, simmer down.

Bonnie and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Bonnie and {0} are the strongest.

SUMMER_SURPRISED: No way, have you been watching a different couple?

PLAYER_IDLE: That’s my opinion, you don’t have to agree.

JOYO_IDLE: Yeah, I don’t think I do.

Uma and {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Uma and {0} are the strongest.

JOYO_IDLE: What? Even with all the arguing they’ve been doing?

JOYO_IDLE: I’m surprised you think they’re the strongest.

SUMMER_IDLE: I think they can work out their differences.

SUMMER_IDLE: But I wouldn’t say they’re the strongest couple here.

Daphne and Raphael

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Daphne and Raphel are the strongest.

JOYO_IDLE: Yeah, that’s no surprise.

SUMMER_IDLE: Proper power couple.

Evan and Vicky

PLAYER_IDLE: Evan and Vicky are the strongest.

JOYO_IDLE: They’re so new, it’s hard to gauge how strong they are.

SUMMER_IDLE: I know for sure, they’re not stronger than us, Joyo.

SUMMER_IDLE: We can’t talk about the strongest couple without talking about the weakest.

SUMMER_IDLE: I have to say, {0}, I think you should prepare yourself for the worst.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Sorry?

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: I’m not trying to upset you.

SUMMER_IDLE: It’s just you’ve not been with {0} for long.

JOYO_IDLE: Maybe you haven’t had as much time to form a connection?

JOYO_IDLE: In my eyes, that kind of puts you in the danger zone, don’t you think?

You’re in danger, not us

PLAYER_SERIOUS: If anyone’s in danger it’s the two of you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So, if I were you I’d focus on that, not me and my partner.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: You literally just said we were the strongest couple.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well, now I’m saying something different.

SUMMER_IDLE: Ok, {0}, was just saying!

Your opinion doesn’t matter to me

You shrug your shoulders and laugh at Summer and Joyo.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You can think that if you want. Makes zero difference to me.

JOYO_IDLE: Fair enough, {0}.

Our connection is stronger than yours

PLAYER_SERIOUS: What, just because we’re not all over each other like you two?

PLAYER_SERIOUS: That means we don’t have a connection?

SUMMER_IDLE: Of course not, it just seems like you two don’t have a vibe going.

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, Vicky and I do have a connection and it’s stronger than yours.

PLAYER_IDLE: A serious connection.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We just don’t shout about it all the time.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Sure, I get that.

PLAYER_IDLE: Well, Travis and I do have a connection and it’s stronger than yours.

PLAYER_IDLE: A serious connection.

PLAYER_IDLE: We just don’t shout about it all the time.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Sure, I get that.

PLAYER_IDLE: We have so much fun together. {0} is an amazing person.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Maybe we were wrong.

PLAYER_IDLE: On that awkward note, I’m gonna go.

PLAYER_IDLE: I’ll leave you two to get back to whatever I interrupted.

SUMMER_EMBARRASSED: Later, {0}.

JOYO_EMBARRASSED: Yeah, see you later, {0}.

[legendary-apex-enjoyer]

How Legends Play Video Games Pt. 1 (HC)

Bloodhound

Didn’t play that much, only being recently introduced to it by Lifeline and/or Octane

Enjoys simulators, mostly farming sims. They said it reminds them of the times before the games.

Would cry a river when their crops failed or their pets died, gives all their animals names.

Gibraltar

Loves adventure titles, says that the quests are what got him hooked.

Is super invested with all the storylines of all the characters. Would definitely cry when one eventually died.

Takes 3+ hours on character customization. Would never refund the game if it ever ends up not too good.

Lifeline

Rhythm games are her jam, probably had world record for some osu! beatmaps (or the equivalent of it in the Apex/Titanfall universe.)

“It ain’t the same as the real one but who the hell cares?”

Super competitive, but takes everything in an “it is what it is” mindset. Impossible to tilt.

Pathfinder

Doesn’t play, but is probably the console everyone uses to run the games on.

But when it did play, its usually the retro arcade or 8-bit games. Would definitely play Pong with itself.

Don’t challenge it to a Street Fighter competition. Other than it being a robot.

Wraith

Only plays casually, more focused on her own things than playing video games. The only thing that she’s attracted to about games are the soundtracks.

Is an expert at finding that one spot in games for a very beautiful screenshots.

Regularly plays with Bloodhound, tending to their farm together (and also their emotional support)

Bangalore

Master of strategy games. Can probably compete in a professional RTS tournament circuit if not for the games and her own desire not to.

Hyper-critical of her own gameplay, but still able to forgive and forget herself.

Is the type to mumble her actions over the microphone. Absolutely terrible on social games.

Caustic

Does not play video games, like at all.

“Why waste your time on such unproductive activity?”

Grumbles in the corner on game night.

Mirage

Likes fighting games, another reason why he disliked Pathfinder.

The pinnacle of button smashing.

"Hey, guys, check out this cool trick I learned from the net a few minutes ago." *Fails miserably* "Okay, you guys didn't see that, nope, not at all."

Octane

Plays any type of games, mostly racing, shooter, or platformer.

An avid speedrunner, holds a few records on certain games.

Will laugh when the scare comes in a horror game. Has no sense of dread whatsoever.

#apex legends #headcanon #just #for #fun #apex headcanons #apex bloodhound #apex gibraltar #apex lifeline #apex wraith #apex bangalore #apex octane #apex pathfinder #apex mirage #apex caustic

[nightmarist]

Don’t mind me putting my thoughts Out There about Anders and Justice and their change of heart and eventual end.

Anders in Origins vs 2 I do think has weird changes, but I think it’s also important to consider that spirits (and mortals) get fucked up by contact no matter intention.

I still have to replay DAI but there are several instances of spirits being touched by Mortal Feelings and it bends them, complicates them, and distresses them to the point of breakage / transformation (demons)

The poem Spirits and Demons is about a spirit of Love who was brought into the world, and did her duty as a spirit of love - offered and gave love. But with mortal desire, it muddled her singular existence, and she became a demon of desire.

In Beyond the Veil, it mentions again that spirits are simple but not in the way we think. They’re categorized by human standards, and I’m inclined to think they only think of themselves as “Spirit of X” because that’s the feeling imposed on them by mortals. They’re copying mortal views and minds and ideas, and mortals like clean cut categorization.

I don’t recall the exact circumstances but there is a quest in DAI where mages want to summon a spirit of wisdom, but it’s so tainted by the burdens of the mortal world that it becomes a demon and Solas is bitter about having to kill his friend. If I remember correctly.

Justice being a single-minded spirit about Only Justice was able to exist as is even with some of the memories of a possessed corpse because it wasn’t alive to impose much else on him.

Anders was able to continue being more broadly compassionate pre-Justice because he’s a human mortal with the capacity to think beyond single-mindedness. But when he and Justice merged it was no longer Anders And Justice, the longer they were together the more they become Vengeance. And it’s neither of their faults.

My theory being that Anders as a multi-faceted mortal was forced into single-mindedness because of Justice’s single-mindedness, that the plight of mages is The Primary Thing that will always oppress and prejudice against him the most, above all else. There was no longer time or patience for Other Injustices when this was The Injustice he faced.

And of course that Justice was simultaneously forced broader, more complex than a spirit should handle, given sets of emotions and thoughts and feelings outside of his jurisdiction. He’s supposed to be just ONE emotion, thought, or feeling, but Anders’ bitterness and anger and frustration and sorrow and love and happiness and relief built up over and over. Mages slaughtered, children ripped from families, turning to demons for safety as a last resort like cornered animals, a lover turned tranquil. These would be far too tangled for Justice to sift through, so the merging of multi faceted Anders and single minded Justice became the tangled web of Vengeance. In further addition to Justice being out of the Fade for several years, since Origins. That’s a very long time to absorb mortal plight.

Even through DA2, Anders in act 3 party dialogue gets snippy. Short. With everyone. Including Varric! It was so stark from acts 1 and 2 to hear his party banter go from silly Templar jokes and genuine intrigue and casual fun to Anders shutting Varric out with a flat tone. I wish the cut scenes showed it more, but there’s a distinct shift in his personality in act 3 even before the Justice quest.

Cute little chart since I wanted a visual

Justice being on a singular path or mindset, Anders having the complexities of emotion and mortal multifacetedness, and smashing them together forces Justice’s singularity to merge with One of Anders’ chosen injustices, the prominent being the plight of mages. It’s almost an I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream situation. Except it’s also not when Anders’ “scream” was a magic molotov cocktail in the Chantry.

I think it’s similar to Meredith’s corruption. She was already withdrawn prior to the idol, but it wasn’t until after her acquisition of it that we ever see her or that she truly starts to hate mages with such passion. She and the Cleric both rejected the Tranquil Solution, so there must have been an ounce of compassion in her for mages. The Idol conectes yo the fade corrupted her into single mindedness, all bad things stemmed from the blight of mages (versus Anders’ all things stem from the plight of mages). Bartrand and Varric becoming susceptible to the Idol’s calling, Varric insisting the idol was The One Thing that could save Bartrand, almost betraying us for it (and if taken into the Fade in Feynriel’s quest, he betrays you in a similar manner).

Spirits, “good” or “bad,” become warped and bent near mortal feelings and mortals become tunnel visioned. Even if intentions were good, like Justice and Anders or Love/Desire.

There’s a tragedy in it. Anders and Justice being doomed the moment they merged without either of them knowing. If not destroying the Chantry, if not the plight of mages, then it would have been something else. Vengeance would have latched on to Something Else for him to Be About. If not today then tomorrow or the next day or next week or next month or next year. If not mages then Templars or fereldens or elves or carta or children or cats. But Kirkwall’s particular cesspool of extreme anti-mageness with a bitter mage housing a spirit of justice was the unfortunate circumstance that led to the tragic finale. Clenches fist.

#dragon age #anders #justice dragon age #anders dragon age #Wynne may have been saved a cruel fate by simple fact of her age #dragon age theories

[vermillioncrown]

What if ZXZ meets og!SQQ and then meets SY!SQQ? Like idk how that would happen because ZXZ is more liable to fuck off than stay at the peaks and cultivate. Especially because he’s probably as prickly as SQQ and like does not vibe with like. But there’s a legitimate swaparoo that happened and cucumber might remind ZXZ of ZYX based off of modern values?

(Also ZYX and ZXZ mutually cultivating eachother’s personalities/thought process just by reluctantly always being around each other and being set up as business partners will never not be funny. As TCF’s Ron said “even dislike turns into like eventually”)

uh... let's contrive for that to happen. zxz is reborn in sv and it's almost like a purgatory period (he fucked up a heavenly trial post-dbd)

luckily the world he's in is both complicated and simple, and there's clear ways to get past this trial (and there's growth for him to understand social contract and rules, when there's a clear contrast by having something explicitly governing behavior and narrative rules)

so he needs to stick around as the system's warden (the system's overall guarantee in case airplane!sqh fucks up too much) holy fuck he starts to develop hives, despite his high cultivation. just can't stand the qijiu dynamic.

and the rest of the peak lords' bullshit

("this whole realm is bullshit!" zxz screams into the night, on a solo mission.

"user 003's concerns are noted," the system replies in its saccharine, google maps secretary voice.

that. that thing. is like the worst of his infuriating shidi, with none of the (admitted) benefits.)

(oh. he'd pick up on airplane's airplane-ness, if airplane's sense of self-denial wasn't so strong that he believed his own bullshit. so zxz takes one look at airplane!sqh, ponders his own place in this trial, and it's a lesson learned from his last life to let it go. not his problem.)

it's less like doesn't vibe with like. the prickliness does not stem from the same source. zxz, for his bitchiness, does try to strive for the confucian ideal. he's pretty civic-minded. his sense of justice and judgment is not personal. og!sqq is a hurt person, of the lowest caste of society. society has let him down, and he doesn't have the same mindset. he's there to get what's his because it's a matter of survival.

(i guess zxz doesn't come across the way i intended, and half of it is up to me, and half of it is... readers are lacking generosity with him. that wouldn't bother me if it wasn't... well. i don't wanna be mean. but some readers have clear double-standards and lack of awareness about it.)

uh... i think based on zxz's training and past life, he's a shoe-in for qiong ding. his consideration for medicine and healing makes him mqf's secret favorite - zxz can always rely on mqf to support his actions bc the qian cao peak lord wants a future leader that will keep his peak and their duties in mind, rather than an afterthought

so yeah, zxz is on qiong ding, unfortunately he's yqy's gofer to poke sqq, sqq doesn't like him bc zxz's mannerisms remind him of lqg (which is... eh, lqg at least doesn't give zxz a headache).

(but the one time zxz was sent to retrieve sj!sqq discretely from the warm red pavilion, he was nothing but respectful even if curt to the women. he was upset, but voiced that it was because "shizun insisted, even though it would have been better to wait for shishu to return."

sj!sqq has been burned too much in life to dare reassess someone after only one neutral interaction)

zxz would rather not, but it's his life on the line if zxz doesn't interact with sj!sqq. he's developed a whole procedure on how to handle the post-qing-jing headache, so he's very attuned to sqq's mannerisms.

as soon as sy transmigrates in, he clocks it. everything sj!sqq does is like a cornered, wounded animal. and sy, no matter how terrified he is, is too... domesticated to act in that way.

no sy wouldn't remind zxz of zyx. (if you think zyx is like sy, then well fuck me i guess. and second, my whole thing on cultural differences and stuff - zyx cannot erase the americanness of themselves. their mannerisms are so deliberate because it's always an act to fit in. sy, yes he's acting as sqq, but it's not the same level of acting. it's like a spy rather than a human-skin wearing demon to zxz)

and sy's circumstances are different. again, i think airplane and zyx's behaviors are more similar, bc of the rebirth aspect and the longer term look at their new life, rather than sy's motivations. and even then it's not very similar.

also sy's motivations are so... immediate. the most complicated emotion he feels in sv is after the abyss.

both airplane and sy are people that work towards personal motivations (that's not a bad thing, it's just what it is). as much as zyx likes to complain that they want to fuck off into the ocean, they take duty pretty seriously. they are also pretty civic-minded. but their approach is what makes it incomprehensible to zxz.

anyways, sy!sqq makes zxz look at every peak lord going "yo we just gonna let this happen???" (unfortunately it sounds like zyx's voice in his head)

also, they need to be on qing jing more often, and with sy simping for lbh, zxz needs to see this shit in front of his chinese-equivalent-of-a-salad all the time

immediately clocks "that little guy is a freak." and wow he thought zyx was a freak. this lbh is a freak.

("can i poison him?" he asks his system.

"WARNING: Protagonist Luo Binghe must remain unharmed."

"... what.")

unfortunately, he doesn't have any superior on this fucking mountain as reasonable as the ones on shuangfeng. so lbh stays. and the entirety of qing jing makes zxz want to set the whole cang qiong sect on fire

(if zyx was here they'd be able to do it in no time)

eventually airplane and sy find each other, and find zxz. they believe that zxz is just super good at being in-character (they think he's also a modern guy bc he learned to adapt to their speech. fuck zyx)

"you're our bro too! best bros!"

"we're co-workers at best, shishu."

learning about the ending that they're heading towards makes zxz shut down. there's nothing he can do as a side-side character. the fate of the world rests on...

he looks at sqh and sqq. of all people, he can see through sy's aloof facade. and sqh is a mess, but his interiority is worse.

yeah, everyone's fucked.

=

sorry not sorry, this turned into a dbd-meta at the same time. i don't think i really talk about my characters' motivations much; it's interesting to see what people think of. it does make me worry that i'm writing something completely "what the fuck who does that???" but there's enough people that read the characters to filth that it's reassuring. and we're all people with different experiences, and i'd say 'human behavior' is a gaussian distribution. nothing is non-zero even if improbable.

i also find the concept of two people growing on each other like fungus due to mutual dislike very funny. bc zyx is very avoidant (again, if zxz left them alone we would not have half the trouble we have now), so zxz is pretty active to drive interaction. like and dislike are generally two sides of the same coin, as they say; the actual opposites are interest (both positive and negative) and apathy.

#inquiry #Anonymous #zyx au's #svzyx #zxz fun time #hm. did i mention reading tcf? #well #i've been done w everything so far and it's just. blah #if orv was mint oreos tcf is generic brand mint chocolate cookie #why i can't deal w people reccing me things with 'it has x y z in it!' #cool. but how are those things implemented? #did you send me to a yuppie overpriced restaurant that serves deconstructed soup? #ugh i only have strong feeling because i wanted to like tcf