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the-six-that-thrive-if · 1 year

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I am definitely holding out hope for Ro to become an RO then!! 👀

Can you give us any facts/info about him? And also about the rest of our coworkers. How long has MC been working there?

FACTS ABOUT TSTT

Facts About Ro!!

Full Known Name: Ro Simeon

Age: 27

D.O.B: June 24th

Favorite Color: Blue

Least Favorite: Red

Favorite Animal: Eagles

Least Favorite: Snakes

Ro Fun Facts:

Ro is short for Roman and one of the meanings of Simeon is "reputation", so his full name means Roman's Reputation.

He adores children and young kids and wants to have a son or daughter, he's not picky at all. But he wants to have a happy family!

His favorite Holiday is Christmas and he loves winter months! Even though he was born in the summer, some say (Mary says) that on his birthday it snowed.

Despite how sweet and honest he is, he's quite secretive. No one knows his original district but that he just moved to District Six. He can easily change the subject and avoid questions without people knowing.

Ro is absolutely horrible with technology. He struggles using his phone except the absolute basics and often is asking questions about how certain things work. It took him a month to properly text and send pictures and stuck to only phone calls. He loves using his voice to text and will do so shamelessly while he's working.

He wears reading glasses but he doesn't need them since he has perfect vision. They make him feel smart.

More Fun Facts!

No one that works at the Coffee Shop knows much about Ro nor where he lives. Many assume Uptown or Downtown, but no one is sure, not even Earl, who's been working at the Coffee Shop for about 5 years, but Ro has been working there longer. No one knows exactly how long though.

Ro is the one who offered Mary & Thomas jobs.

He offered Mary a job because he met her randomly and she wouldn't stop talking to him and he found that adorable, while for Thomas, he was trying to break into the coffee shop but got caught by Ro, who found it funny and invited him to work so he wouldn't have to get in trouble.

Earl is 34 and purposely mute, though it's assumed if he knows sign language. Only Ro has heard him talk. (Mary and Thomas have tried on multiple occasions but fail everytime.)

Sallie is 23 and has worked at the coffee shop for around three months and recently moved to District Six. They have horrible anxiety and are practically scared of everything, but have a huge social following from gaming.

Mary and Thomas are 16, and they're practically cousins. Going to the same Uptown Highschool and both extremely privileged, neither of them have ever seen Downtown Six.

You have been working at the coffee shop since you were 19, spending the first year in district six unable to keep a job, until Ro saw you walking and thought you had a good vibe and offered you a job.

How They View You:

Ro: Ro really really likes you! He isn't sure why he does but simply puts it that you have a real alluring vibe and energy that makes him want to be around you! He worries a lot about you.

Earl: He likes you. Treats you like his own child and enjoys your energy when you get comfortable around people. He's quite the protective person.

Sallie: They keep their distance. Not that they hate you, but they just sorta don't like you.... But they sorta dont like anyone, except Earl, who it's assumed they like romantically. Though their hate may be actually a hidden crush.

Mary: Adores you! You are practically her big sibling! She loves you so much and tells you all the time she has the weirdest dreams about you!

Thomas: He likes you as well, he thinks you're a cool person and admires you. There's not much else you know.

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clareguilty · 2 years

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for da fic ask game... 😅🦅 (<- getting snatched by an eagle)

Hello darling!!! <3 kissy kissy thanku sm for asking

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

while i wouldn't say I'm particularly embarrased by anything ive published, my personal taste and style have changed so much that a lot of my oldest fics feel (affectionately)cringy. I dont have the same sense of humor and i'm into different tropes and things.

OH WAIT i did just remember the most embarrassing thing that ever happened writing-wise was I used some other writers' that I really admired OCs in one of my fics and THEY READ THE FIC and politely asked me to change it/Not Do That which was very valid i just forgot that those characters weren't actually a part of canon anyways im not as ashamed as i used to be bc it was a while ago

also one time someone i follow on twitter live tweeted criticisms of my fic as they were reading it which was a little awkward but not so much embarrassing

it was probably some of the most interactive feedback ive ever gotten so even tho it was a little horrific it was nice to know someone was reading and engaging with it i guess?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I think I lean more towards outlining these days for sure. At least just bullet points for major beats or any dialogue/phrasing i want to make sure i include. Im also moving away from like... unplanned serial publishing which i do kind of miss but it allows the finished product to be a lot more cohesive and hopefully better paced. Usually by the time i sit down to write ive already done a god amount of planning in my phone notes app or at least my Brain and then from there i will most likely throw down some bullet points.

#ask #answered #ksslr #my beloved #everytime i see ur icon pop up i do a blushy surprise pikachu face

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snarky-gourmet · 2 years

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For your FE ask game….do all of them! When you have time!

👉👈uwu thank u for asking

under the read more bc i dont wanna add to the main tags but some ppl that follow me have fe3h blacklisted

01. favorite house?

Black eagles!! Theyre actually the only house that i dont replace anyone in 😔

02. strongest unit you had?

It usually ends up being Byleth but honourable mention to that time i gave flayn every stat boosting item i had so she'd stop dying and she exclusively crithit upwards of 250 every turn

03. unit you always recruit?

Linhardt 😔

04. favorite golden deer?

Marianne

05. favorite blue lion?

Mercedes

06. favorite black eagle?

Lin 😔😔😔😔😔

07. favorite ashen wolf?

Yuri 👉👈

08. favorite house leader?

Edelgard wins by a slight margin but there r things i like and dislike abt every house leader

09. favorite faculty member?

Seteth

10. favorite support conversation?

It changes from time to time but tbh i like dorothea and yuri's entire support chain like that's the one that comes to mind 1st

11. favorite song?

Either at what cost or chasing daybreak!!

12. favorite activity (tea, fishing)?

Tea in houses, expedition in hopes 🤧 i love parasocially bonding with video game characters and it's the only time i can accurately say i hope i get an A in conversation and this is smth both normal to want and possible to achieve

13. what's one thing you'd change about fe3h?

If i only get 1 then 😔😔😔😔 seasonal/weather patterns at garreg mach. If i get 2 then the 2nd one is make cf longer

14. most emotional moment?

Not to have an obv answer but jeralt dying actually like i feel #stupit bc i rly didnt actually think he'd like. Die die u know? Like i was like oh haha okaaay dad time to get up that was a good one. And then he didnt

15. favorite support conversation?

I'll just list a diff fave here than the 1st time iiiiii like all of byleth and lin's supports, predictably 😔

16. what class would you be if you went to garreg mach?

Def a magic class i do not have the stamina to be carrying around a weapon

17. character you relate to?

Oh idek 😔😔 im rly not too terribly similar to anyone i dont think?

18. favorite pre timeskip design?

CLOSE call between petra and lin but petra actually gets the prize here bc i could do w out the little pony tail thing lin had going on 😭

19. favorite post timeskip design?

Linhardt's 🥰

20. unpopular opinion?

the horses are weird and i dont like them :( i would be so scared of them irl

21. favorite dynamic between characters?

love the childhood friend pairs tbh even if i dont always pair them off w each other its like yesss besties. i promise i wont make u kill each other in battle more than once

22. favorite heroes relic?

Failnaught looks coolest imo but aymr is the most Shape to draw even tho that doesnt Technically count

23. favorite class?

dark bishop outfit is sooo 👌 but i also like the dancer class tbh i actually didnt ever use it the first 5 times i played but now i have and its like wow ive been missing out

24. shez or byleth?

Byleth. beloved

25. favorite difficulty?

Maddening bc i love to suffer and struggle <3

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rowrowknowa · 2 months

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ABOUT ME :D

Basics

✮ name - you can just call me E

✮ age - 23

✮zodiac - can you guess?

✮ gender - i use she/her pronouns, but don't mind being referred to with they/them and use of pretty much any gendered words (bro, dude, man, boss buddy, sis, girl, etc) doesn't bother me [[[dont call me sis if ur not black tho]]]

✮ mbti - ENFP-A consistently for the past 6 years (was INTP-T in HS)

✮ studies - huge into science ask me what kind; i also like music theory/history, art history, philosophy

Interests

✮ games - nintendo fan (no matter how much they piss me off). love pokemon, fire emblem (obsessed with fe3h), zelda, animal crossing etc. HUGE sonic the hedgehog fan

✮ anime - too many to make an exhaustive list without forgetting some. obviously my favorite is One Piece (i think my favorite show in general). i started watching it when i was like 4 with the 4kidz dub and here i am almost 20 years later still going oda and i locked in fr. also love attack on titan, naruto, death note, fairy tail, jjk, knb, hxh, black butler and so many more this is stressing me out trying to think of what ive watched so im gonna stop... ask me about what i've watched lets yap

✮ non-anime shows - gotta big ups to ATLA a modern masterpiece of western artistry. don't ask me about the live action bc i don't wanna talk about it. same deal here i cant think of all of them without short circuiting but top of mind i LOVE the good place, scandal, htgawm, grey's anatomy (before it crashed out), bridgerton, BREAKING BAD (not caught up in better call saul), superstore, vincenzo, crash landing on you, goblin, anything with gong yoo and/or lee dong wok in it tbh, strangers from hell, bad and crazy, attorney woo

✮ used to be super into marvel and the mcu (and i know thats a thing people say but it was so so bad for me) but its not what it used to be and also i think i started outgrowing it once my media literacy improved its ties to military propaganda couldn't be ignored lmao (also sabra being in the mcu is sosososo crazy) .. some of the comics still bang tho i wont lie

✮ music - not to be one of those "oh i listen to everything" people as a cop out but i truly do listen to so much disparate types of music *insert laugh crying emojis* but my overall favorite genre is jazz, i love 70s-00s black american music so much (i was a 9 year old motown stan it was so serious to me), love afrobeats, amapiano, baile funk, r&b, rap (meg thee stallion is literally my wifey), pop, country, classical, VIDEO GAME OSTS (in true sega stan fashion) -- recommend me your favorite song!

✮ kpop - a separate bullet because i know where the overlap in interests comes in lmao. honestly ive fallen back from kpop a bit, not as into it as i was like even 6 months ago but groups that i still actively follow and listen to are ateez (ot8 but strong swing for mingi) and nct. also know alot about bts, txt, seventeen, exo, and shinee if you ever want to chat about them, but i listen to mostly individual songs from them and other groups and don't follow their releases

Where is E in *insert work here*?

✮ pls i hate all spoilers but these are the ones i strongly care about pls take note pls :(

One Piece: ep. 1031 ... i avoid catching up because i get sad when there's no more to watch

FE3H: Finished Golden Deer and Blue Lions, please don't tell me anything about the Black Eagle story line

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flappingdragon200 · 3 years

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Silva Bonding: Ch. 2 "The Deal" Pt. 1

Short chapter, but the next one i promise will be longer.)

{Summary}

Noelle arrives at the Silva Estate and makes a deal with her siblings. But she didn't expect to see something that she shouldn't have.

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Noelle remembered how she stormed out of her base, remembering the feeling she had when she did. She felt out of place, like she wasn't meant to be. This feeling was entirely new, and she didn't like it. No. She hated it.

It's ok... Maybe things will turn out good in the end... i just need more time...

Noelle thought as she walked down the streets. As she walked, she had gotten many glances and whispers. Some good, and some bad. She didn't care. No. She really didn't. She didn't pay attention to any of it and just kept walking.

Each short trembling step, each shaking breath, every thought, and each muscle seemed to tremble as she got closer to her home. Her throat was dry, she couldn't breath. She rubbed her neck hoping that it would calm the aching sensation... It didn't work. All she could do was hope for the best.

But everything seemed to stop when she arrived at the entrance of the Estate's, even time itself seemed to stop.

Noelle looked to the right and saw her own, horrendous home. And to the left she saw the Vermilion Estate. When she went over the the Vermilion's they were so soft and caring. Even the maids wore warm smiles and everything had a pleasant aura whenever she stayed there.

Then in front of her was the Kira house. She hasn't been in there, nor she ever wants to go in there. Who knows what she would engrave in her mind. Probably something utterly regretful...

Her thoughts were interrupted by someone walking up to her.

"Who are you and why are you here? Do you have anything to do?" A Magic Knight from The Crimson Lions walked up to her and asked with a face of concern.

She must be a new member... But does she even know who I am? I'm a Silva... Cant she see the silver hair..?

"I'm Noelle. I came here to discus something with my family. Let me through." Noelle said as she flipped her hair and looked the other women dead in the eye with a deadly glare.

"How do I know you aren't a poser? Your from the Black Bulls. Why would i let someone from the Black Bulls enter such places like these. Especially a poser like you." She said returning the glare to Noelle.

"I'm no poser. But what i can tell you is that your blind as a spider. And yes I'm from the black Bulls, what about that?" Noelle said shifting her weight to her other foot and her hand on her hip.

The women growled in return, and was bout to say something before she was interrupted.

"Rose. Let the poor girl go. She is a Silva. Did you mistake the hair for yellow?" A man came up from behind her wearing a Silver Eagles cloak holding her shoulder, "I'm sure if she's here to talk with her family it's for a good reason."

The women T'ched and walked away going back to her signed spot.

"I'm sorry about her. She's always like that. You can go ahead." The man smiled and lifted his arm to direct her to the Silva Estate. Then they soon stopped at the entrance door.

Noelle took a deep breath, Here I go..!

Noelle opened the pair of double doors and all her memories returned to her as she walked inside.

Noelle hadn't remembered that it looked like this before... Everything was clean as far as she could tell, not even a spec of dust was even noticeable. There was new furniture, new carpets, new floors, and even a new sent.

This sent was oddly foreign but yet so familiar to Noelle.

It smelled like... It smells... like...

Nozel..?

Noelle flinched at her brothers name being called into her mind randomly.

But something was off about the smell, it didn't smell like just him. It smelt like someone else was here.

I wonder... Who else is here other than the maids and my siblings..?

Noelle started to venture into the manor, seeing new paintings and new things being placed out in the halls and even in rooms.

She past by maids, and they greeted her by wave and smile, and she would always smile and wave back.

Noelle just kept walking and walking until the smell would get stronger. That is until she heard music coming form her right.

I shouldn't be nosy... I mean i have gotten trouble being nosy before... But a peek can't hurt can it..?

Noelle protested the pros and cons, of taking a little peek at what it was. But when the time came, her feet automatically decided for her.

She was now walking closer to the music. shaking of the possibilities. What if it was something she regretted, or something she would rather not see?

Her thoughts were yet again stopped as she arrived at another pair of double doors, and she was certain that the music was in there.

Noelle hesitated before she even opened the doors a small bit to sneak a peek inside. But at long last, her hands moved the doors and what she saw was unforgettable.

There she saw her big brother dancing to a slow song with his rival, wearing something she never knew he would wear.

Noelle couldn't believe her eyes, she blinked twice before deciding that what she was seeing was in fact, real.

"You know if we keep this going any longer, my legs are going to collapse. We've been like this for almost 2 hours, and I'm also getting tired of the same thing all the damn time." Her brother, Nozel said as he looked up to meet his rival's gaze, who had a smile on his face.

"You lost, now you have to do whatever i say for a week." His rival, Fuegoleon, said with a chuckle following, "Even if you dont want to or not, and besides. You were never going to win in a match against me." He finished.

"You know..." Her brother sighed before continuing, " I should have challenged you to a game of poker. I would have won. And i'd also have more money on my behalf." He looked up and smiled, and Fuegoleon dipped Nozel and... and...

MY BROTHER IS GAY?!?!?!?!?!?!

Chapter 2, Pt.1. End...

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trulycevans · 4 years

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the first date

[gif not mine, credit to original owner]

Warnings: drunken antics, and some swearing

Summary: anon requested

“how about chris x reader where they agree to go on a first date to see a football game and she shows up wearing a jersey of the other team🥺🥺😂😂and chris is shocked, not realizing that she might be a fan of the other team but his shock quickly changes to adoration bc she is cute in her cap and a little too big shirt🥺😂”

Words: 1.7k

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

[A/N i don’t know much about american football as i’m from the uk so i’ve had to use google a lot for this, if anything is factually wrong then pls dont hate me]

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R I N G. Your phone blared in your pocket as you pulled up outside of the busy sports bar. Upon seeing the bustling street filled with drunk fans you silently questioned why you’d offered to pick your cousin and his friends up. You answered the call through your car’s handsfree as you found a parking space. “Heeeey [Y/N],” Your cousins slurred words spoke through the line.

“Hi bud, I’ve just parked up, are you outside?” You questioned putting your car into park and relaxing slightly.

“No, we’re just having one more drink, can you come in?” He hiccuped on the other end of the line. “You know I have work tomorrow right?” You questioned him and he giggled. “Yeah, but you’d do anything for me right? I mean we’re practically siblings,” You rolled your eyes as you turned your car off and put the phone to your ear.

“Fine, I’m coming in. Where are you?” He directed you to a table at the back of the bar, and you shuffled through the crowds of football supporters in vibrantly coloured jerseys and scarves. You finally managed to find your cousin who gave you a large hug on arrival. “There she is!” He grinned, “My big cousin!” He exclaimed, swaying you both from side to side. “Hi bud,” You smiled pulling the blue Indianapolis Colts baseball cap from his head and putting it onto your own head. “Did they win?” You questioned, as you pulled away from his embrace, muttering hellos to his drunk friends as you sat on a bar stool next to them. A chorus of ‘yeah’’s followed your question.

“I’m gonna go and buy the next round, what do you want?” Your cousin asked, attempting to stand up but stumbling as he did almost knocking into another person at a neighbouring table. You mumbled an apology to the group and helped your cousin to steady himself. “Bud, the likelihood of you getting served anything else is slim to none right now. I’ll go and buy you something. Just sit down.” He placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek, “You’re the best cousin ever you know?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. You owe me, bud” You chuckled before heading over to the bar to order more drinks. You waited patiently to be served feeling sorry for the poor bartenders having to work that shift.

“You don’t strike me as a Colts fan,” You heard a voice beside you, you turned your head to see one of the men from the neighbouring table leaning against the bar. It was only now when you actually had a chance to look at him that you realised how attractive he was. His brunette hair poking out from underneath a black NASA cap, a trimmed beard framing his face, and sparkling blue eyes dancing over your face as you looked at him.

“Oh I’m not,” You blushed subconsciously reaching up to touch the hat you’d stolen from your cousin. “I’ve just come to pick up my cousin, he’s the Colts fan” You explained, and he nodded. “Ah so that’s your cousin back there?” He questioned, both of your eyes scanning the table where your cousin was swaying drunkenly in his chair, eyes closed and a cheesy grin plastered on his face.

“Unfortunately yes,” You laughed, “We’ve always been close, but never agreed on the team we should support, it’s been a consistent argument over our childhoods.” The bartender finally reached you asking you what you wanted, and as you opened your mouth to order the man next to you interrupted. “Let me get this. I insist.” He smiled.

“The man insisted,” the bartender shrugged at you. “Uh ok... three Budweisers and just a Diet Coke... You sure you wanna pay?” You asked the man as the bartender reached into the fridge behind him for the drinks. “Yeah, just come and sit with us for a little while at least, bring your cousin and his friends too.” You nodded at his words.

“I’m Chris by the way,” holding out his hand for you to shake. “[Y/N]” You responded by taking his hand into yours.

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Sitting with Chris and his friends had caused you to stay at the bar way longer than you had planned, your eyes widened as you peered at your watch some hours later. “Shit, we’ve gotta get going. I've gotta be up for work in five hours.” You downed the last of your drink and tapped your cousin who had dozed off on your shoulder.

“He’s not waking up any time soon, [Y/N].” One of his friends laughed, “He’s impossible when he’s like this.”

“Need some help getting him to your car?” Chris questioned, a wave of relief passing over you at his offer. “That’d be so amazing, thank you.” The pair of you stood up and a chorus of farewells were exchanged between you and Chris’ friends. You and Chris hauled your cousin up from the chair and carried him out, one of his arms on each of your shoulders. Approaching your car you cursed at the big yellow ticket that was slapped under your windscreen wiper.

“Shit! I forgot this was short stay parking only,” Leaning over to pick up the ticket from your window, struggling however as your cousin's weight crippled you.

“I feel like this is partially my fault,” Chris stated apologetically as he hauled your cousin into the backseat of your car and stepped to the side so you could manoeuvre the sleeping man into a comfortable position.

“No, I should have remembered to move my car...” You sighed, “I should have paid more attention to the time.

“If I hadn't invited you to our table though you’d be home by now. Let me make it up to you?” He kept his gaze on your back as you strapped your cousin into the seatbelt.

“Make it up to me how?” You questioned, standing back to shut the door, glancing at him quickly.

“Well I have tickets to the Patriots v Eagles game if you wanted to come with me?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously causing you to smile.

“Like a date?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I mean it doesn’t need to be a date, but it can if you want it to be?” His flustered demeanour was extremely endearing and part of you was wondering how he was even single when he looked that good.

“I’d like to go on a date with you Chris” You ran a hand through your hair,

“Great, can I get your number then?” He asked and you obliged, passing your phone over to him so he could stamp his digits into it. You heard a groan in the backseat of your car, causing the two of you to laugh. “I’d better get him home before he pukes in the back of my car, it’s just been valeted.” You tiptoed to press a light kiss to the cheek of the taller man, being close enough to smell the mixture of beer and sandalwood that radiated from him. “I’ll text you,” You whispered.

“You’d better” He grinned cheekily at you.

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chris 🤍: I’m just leaving my house now, see you soon X

You grinned foolishly down at your phone as you read the text message. Peering in the mirror you straightened the Eagles baseball cap on your head and tugged at the slightly oversized jersey. Ever since that evening at the bar you’d been texting Chris non-stop, even FaceTiming a couple of times where you’d met his dog, Dodger, and he’d had the chance to talk to your cousin now that he was sober.

A knock at the door had you racing through your apartment only to hear your cousin get there first.

“No. Freaking. Way!” He exclaimed, causing your eyebrows to furrow together, when finally reaching the door your confusion was replaced with dread as you gazed at his blue Patriots hoodie and the NASA hat you recognised from the bar.

“You’re an Eagles fan?” His eyes almost bulged out of his head as he looked at the turquoise jersey.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it” Your cousin winked, patting your shoulder in mock comfort as he passed, “Good luck” He whispered, loudly enough for Chris to hear.

“I guess I should have checked what side of the stands we were sitting in,” You nervously laughed, folding your arms over your chest. You watched his expression soften and he reached his hand up to move your arms away from your chest, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Well,” He hesitated. “As disappointed as I am that you’re not a Patriots fan, you do look incredibly cute in that get up.” You flushed a bright shade of red at his words as his eyes scanned your body, “Come on give me a spin” He teased, using your intertwined fingers to spin you around slowly.

“Chris, don’t be mean!” You pouted as you were facing him, and he laughed, his eyes scrunching closed.

“I’m not being mean... But that jersey is drowning you-” You playfully smacked his chest. “I do have some Patriots clothes in the trunk of my car if you’d prefer to not get heckled in our seats?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” You sighed, taking the cap off your head and throwing it on the side table by your door. You shouted goodbye to your cousin and walked hand in hand out to Chris’ car wear you exchanged an Eagles jersey for a Patriots one. “You have a personalised jersey?” You giggled, looking at the EVANS emblazoned on the back.

“Don’t tease, football is kinda my life.” He grinned as you pulled on the jersey. You fixed your hair in the reflection of his rear windows, feeling Chris’ eyes studying you carefully.

“I didn’t think you could get any cuter, but you definitely suit blue more than green.”

“You’re walking a fine line here, Evans. Shut up and get in the car before I change my mind” You playfully rolled your eyes, sauntering over to the passenger side of the car.

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archer3-13 · 3 years

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Early Concept Arts of Dimitri, Claude, Edelgard

Consider it an occupational interest of sorts, We dont have much in the way of early concept art for three houses unfortunately. Most of what i’ve seen released is more so late development and reference sheets on that front. For a while now however there have been some early looks into dimitri, claude, and edelgards character designs that i feel might be worth a quick glance at.

well start with dimitri since his is the least changed in comparison to the final product, though not without its interesting notes.

like i said, not too much is overall different. The cape and sword belt thing [dont remember the proper term] are identitcal, dimitris hair and face, and well the gauntlets look slightly different compared to the final release they are still there, though strangely without the leg armour which is instead normal boots in the garreg mach uniform style.

the most notable and obvious change is of course the lack of the upper body armour, followed by a change on the trimming of the outfit which is the standard gold as opposed to gunmetal grey/dark silver seen on the final outfit. in place of the upper body armour you’ll note that dimitris actually wearing a near identical uniform set up as the final version of school edelgard wears [namely the cravat and gold chain mind you] so perhaps those are suppose to be elements of a standard/baseline house leader uniform originally as opposed to edelgards unique flair? At least at some point during the development? Certainly these elements were either dimitris first before being moved onto edelgards design later, or were edelgards first and were attempted to be utilized in dimitris design as well before being scrapped from him and kept to edelgard. That certainly gives me the impression that this is a fairly late early design piece though as it were, considering how close it is to dimitris final school design. Something that can very much not be said for claude and edelgards early designs.

moving onto claudes

We see that either leicester was a lot different of a place in early development, or claude was a lot less subtle about his foreign origins. funnily enough, you can also see similar elements of a ‘standard house leader’ in this version of the uniform, the jacket being more in line with edelgards final jacket and dimitris early jacket and claudes even sporting a cravat like the other two. if his cape wasn’t covering the other side of his outfit i wouldn’t be surprised if the golden chain was there as well. speaking of that cape though its certainly very different compared to the final cape he wears. Not only is it drapped on the front on the opposite side of his final design, it has a series of black lines cutting into it. and as opposed to the longcoat design of his final uniform hes sporting a similar length shirt as other garreg mach uniforms [with the sleeves pulled up form the looks of it], a fabric belt, and even poofier pants [with golden embroidery on the sides which further give it a more foreigner vibe then his final outffit] then his final design along with shorter boots. on a smaller note youll also notice that hes missing his left ear earring, though otherwise his face and hairstyle are the same as the final version.

the keen eye of you will also notice that this early claude design actually shares quite a lot in common with another claude design. Namely, claudes post timeskip outfit. Cape draping over the front right side of the body, short coat and poofier pants, a cravat, and most importantly the belt which is near identical here to his post timeskip belt

its even worn in a very similar fashion. Why they would do this im not sure, claudes late inclusion in development perhaps pressing them to settle on reusing these elements as opposed to something more unique? Or did the design staff like these elements enough to continue them into clades post timeskip design? questions questions.

now onto edelgard, who i’ve held off for last because hers is by far the most radical departure of design, and she has a lot more content to go over

first to start off i’ll just quickly mention the elements that held over to her final design: white hair, ribbons, leggings, lavender eyes. Now that that’s out of the way... it really is quite the design shift isn’t it and kinda what i meant when asking which came first with the garreg mach ‘house leader uniform’ elements as it were. Was it dimitri, or was it edelgard? Regardless this certainly feels like to me the earliest design of the lot with edelgard sporting almost none of the garreg mach uniform elements [perhaps they were closer to this originally? perhaps edelgard wasn’t even a student initially?]. You’ll also notice that the reds on her outffit are much more subdued compared to the final outffit, a bit of purple splashed in as opposed to the pure red she sports in the final design. And as opposed to the shorts she wears in the final design, here shes sporting a dark blueish skirt along with a black... belt thing.

additionally her house cape [lacking decoration but with some of it pulled over the front when it is there] colour is black as well indicating that yes the black eagles house colour was very much suppose to be black initially. Additionally the uniform itself well not having much in the way of parallels to the garreg mach uniform does invoke elements of 19th century military officer uniforms rather strongly, especially the two to the right which go all the way up the chest to the neckline belt thing. though maybe the original garreg mach uniforms were more to this style in general? Her own cravat is also in a much different style and black as opposed to white like dimitri and claudes early design cravats. additionally well we can’t see the rest of he legs its seems she was originally suppose to have much taller boots as well looking at the little bit of black we can see on her legs there. she does have a gold chain as well but its hooked under her right arm, and her sleeves like the gold cuff trimmings.

Youll also notice that shes got a much different hairstyle here, not only sporting some rather straightesh bangs and an alternating ribbon colour of lavender or red, consideration as to whether or not she should have a bit draping in the front, slight differences in the long side bits of her hair and even some consideration of if she should have hair buns or even short hair altogether [though her designs lean more towards long hair]. Either her hair was giving them a lot of trouble, or her early designs here are damn near the beginning which im inclined to believe. We even have a sheet dedicated to trying out different styles for her

the one they ultimantly landed on, minus the front sweeping hair, you can see in the bottom left. I kinda prefer the top left one myself though, though thats probably due to its similarities to saber from fate/stay’s hairstyle. The top left one reminds me a lot of lysithias hairstyle incidentally, which might possibly mean that lysithias character [atleast her look] sprang from unused edelgard concepts.

overall:

i prefer dimitris final design myself since it suits him and his story better, but its also so similar to his final design that i feel part of it might just be better familiarity with the final look. Either way it generally works.

Claudes early look i find fascinating in terms of how it seems to have carried over into his post timeskip look to some degree. in the end though i prefer his final look for what they eventually decided on with his character, someone sneaky whos hiding his cultural origins. The final design speaks more to a claude that much more open about those origins instead.

edelgards... im stuck on because her early design speaks to me of a much different game in terms of look and story, well her final design meshes better with even claude and dimitris early designs. However if i had to pick one i prefer from visual looks alone... i’d say edelgards early design with short hair [the one on the far right of her first picture essentially]. I like the implication of the uniforms in general looking closer to that obviously since im a sucker for that visual look [perhaps even have more individual flair to each countries school uniform including designs and colours], and a sucker for short hair in general, but i feel the militaristic aspects of the early design suit edelgard better and the shade of red more appealing in general here. Maybe blend this one and her final design to get the perfect edelgard outffit? idk.

#fire emblem #fe3h #fe16 #claude #dimitri #edelgard

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 3 years

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I really want to read the post where you say "why Ravenclaw is the House that suits MC the most in the main story" but I dont find it

I haven’t ever made a full length post about it, come to think of it. I’ve talked about it in previous Ask responses but admittedly I have quite a few of those. So I suppose now is as good a time as any!

Ultimately, HPHM’s story is designed so that any House can work for Jacob’s Sibling. Obviously, no one House is “canon” over the others. But in my personal opinion, certain Houses do make more sense for different reasons. Everything can change based on how you characterize MC, but setting aside the dialogue choices, they tend to have a general personality that fills in for most of the scenes. It’s average, a kind of “everyman” type. And certain choices can arguably be considered “canon” when they’re the ones that are free, placed next to choices that are locked behind attributes or friendship checks. That is the general vision of MC that I’ll be analyzing.

But first, the characters.

One of the primary reasons that MC fits Ravenclaw the best in the Main Story is because there are several characters who are aligned to MC in their Sorting. They always follow MC to whatever House they go to. Thus it becomes a question of which house suits them the most. Rowan Khanna, I think, speaks for them-self. I could see them in any House but they are a Ravenclaw through and through. I bet the only reason they ever get Sorted anywhere else is because they ask the Hat to let them follow MC. They are absolutely brilliant, with a love of reading and learning new things. They’re eccentric as well, deeply creative and good at coming up with plans. They dream of being a Professor, and they turn to books above all else. Next we have Jacob. Another character who could go anywhere based on interpretation, but he strikes me as a Ravenclaw too. Several of the options you can give when expressing speculation about him suggest that the reason he probably investigated the Vaults in the first place was his thirst for knowledge, his desire to know their secrets. To be specific, his stubborn and obsessive need to know. I feel like Jacob couldn’t let this go until he had learned all of the hidden magic and secrets of the Vaults, until he realized far too late that he was in over his head, mixed up with R and everything.

Then there is Flitwick. A canon Ravenclaw of course, and one of the four Heads of House. It could be coincidental, but even if it is, Flitwick is easily the most developed of the Heads of House within this game. McGonagall is totally in character, but she’s part of the sideline outside of a small section of Year 2. Sprout contributes absolutely nothing, and Snape is likewise in character, but lacking anything to do until Rakepick shows up. Flitwick prepares MC for the first duel with Merula and gives them counsel. I suppose it’s not that much more than McGonagall teaching them the revealing spell in Year 2, but this felt so much more personal. You have the chance to make a promise to Flitwick, and either keep it or break it. In Year 4, he is I think the only teacher to speak up in Rakepick’s defense, and this leads into even further development of his character. By Year 5, he starts to warn MC not to investigate the Portrait Curse, but stops mid-sentence as he realizes that nothing he can say will stop them. I bring all of this up because Flitwick being such a fleshed out character in this game kind of goes hand in hand pretty well with the idea that he is MC’s Head of House. He is the only Head who shows the slightest bit of remorse when banning MC from Hogsmeade. With him, you really get the sense that he’s being overruled and doesn’t agree with it. That he’s in MC’s corner. And god I love him. I won’t stray too far into the Quidditch characters, but I will say that Murphy and Orion are two other characters that stick with MC, who I could very much see as Ravenclaws, both in different ways. But still, it’s Jacob and Rowan who are most important in affecting the story.

Which brings me to the story itself.

Hogwarts Mystery is different from the story of Harry Potter. This is the tale of Jacob and his Sibling. In HP, we know from the beginning who the villain is, that he’s an evil monster. We know what he wants, and that he failed. It gets fleshed out more later but everything you need to know is in that first book. We see him, he clashes with Harry, and loses. The books are a hero’s journey. A story of good versus evil. They do have mystery aspects, each of the books has a mystery told within it’s pages. But the overarching story is not about what’s hidden in the trapdoor, or who opened the chamber of secrets. It’s about Harry and Voldemort’s rivalry, their hero/villain dynamic. Everyone knew going into DH that Harry would defeat him in the end because that’s how these things go. OOTP basically confirmed it but most fans had known for years.

HPHM is different.

There are heroic moments, and Merula in particular compares MC to being a “hero.” But nothing they do is heroic in the same way as Harry. They both take active roles in the story but in different ways. Harry is still reactionary. He takes it upon himself to solve the problems, but he still waits until the problems show up. MC plans to open the Vaults even before the Curses show themselves. They arrive at Hogwarts with a goal in mind, finding Jacob. And with Hogwarts Mystery, the overarching story is not a hero’s journey. Because MC is so much more ambiguous than Harry. It might seem redundant to say that this story is a Mystery, but it is. An ongoing investigation, the unraveling of a conspiracy. Learning the truth about just what went down during Jacob’s years at Hogwarts. By HBP, Voldemort was such a familiar presence that we were learning the ins and outs of his childhood, right down to how his parents met. By Year 6, we still have no idea what R really is, or what they want. We don’t even know what it stands for. The black and white of the books, the heroes and the villains...that’s all replaced with shades of gray. Jacob is constantly in the gray. So is Rakepick, at least at first. Don’t get me started on Merula. Ben is another character who is definitely good, but has gone through such a roller coaster about who he is and whether he can be trusted.

Then there’s the ambiguity of MC them-self. The hints that they don’t share everything with people, are prone to tricking others, and for all we know, might wind up on the Dark Side someday. I’ll admit, this can also lend itself well to MC being a Slytherin, and indeed there are dialogue choices that are locked behind being one. But I still feel as though MC playing detective throughout this entire game, that whole premise lends itself pretty damn well toward a Ravenclaw MC. They’re trying to defeat the bad guys, but their main method of preparing for that fight is not train up an army of students, it is to investigate the Vaults, and investigate R. Even going as far as to work with Wizarding police. Granted, I know Harry poked around a lot too. And MC does form the Circle of Khanna, just like how Harry formed Dumbledore’s Army. Both of them do exhibit both behaviors, but MC specializes in covert investigation more than preparation for combat. Again, at least they do so in the main story. The Circle of Khanna was not meant to be like Dumbledore’s Army, at least not in concept. MC first conceived it as the idea of standing toe to toe with the Cabal by having a secret organization of their own. I know that didn’t really land perfectly in actual practice but that was the whole idea. And if there’s one thing MC has a constant stream of, it’s ideas. Not always the right ones, not always fast enough, but they do have them, and these ideas steer the plot. In the main story and otherwise.

It’s probably a bit cheap to get meta, but so be it.

I can’t help but notice how, if we take every other contribution to the Potterverse into account...well then, we’ve got a Gryffindor Protagonist in the form of Harry. We’ve got a Slytherin Protagonist in the form of Albus Severus. And a Hufflepuff over in Fantastic Beasts with Newt Scamander. If MC is a Ravenclaw, then that completes the quartet. But there’s another Quartet out there as well - that of the Original Four. Rowan, Ben, Penny, and Merula. The Year 1 characters and the OG leads of the Hogwarts Mystery story. Notice anything about them? We have a Hufflepuff, a Gryffindor, and a Slytherin...but no Ravenclaw. None that is, unless MC, and therefore Rowan by extension, is a Ravenclaw. MC being Sorted into the House of Eagles completes both of these groups. I dunno, I just find it curious that unless the Player goes to Ravenclaw, the first student character we meet in that House shows up in Year 3. Because Jam City wrote in some amazing characters for Ravenclaw. My love of Tulip Karasu is well documented, but I also think Talbott is pretty damn fascinating. Andre and Badeea rock too! Ravenclaw is also a relatively neutral House. I’ve said before that HPHM ignores the House rivalries, and that’s easiest to incorporate in the House of Eagles, which mostly keeps to itself. It would not be socially strange for a Ravenclaw to have so many friends from different Houses. I’m not saying a Slytherin MC couldn’t befriend Ben, for example, but he’s a Muggle-born Gryffindor and that would be a big deal to everyone else. Again, not saying it couldn’t happen, just that it would turn heads and people within Slytherin might go as far as to treat MC like a traitor. I like this premise, but...would Felix seriously help MC prepare to fight Merula, a fellow Slytherin, on behalf of someone like Ben? There are other trivial problems, like the question of two male Prefects if MC is Gryffindor, etc.

But that’s just a few thoughts. Again, there’s clearly no “canon” House, and neither of my MCs are even in Ravenclaw. But I think it’s fun to explore the idea as Ravenclaw is a House that, I think, is sorely needing development.

#Harry Potter #Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery #HPHM Analysis #HPHM Jacob's Sibling #HPHM Jacob #Rowan Khanna #Filius Flitwick #HPHM #Ramblings #Long Post #Patricia Rakepick #HPHM R #The Circle of Khanna

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Ok, so I've played VTMNR a few times now, and I've noticed something which I think is interesting. Near the end of the book, if you've romanced Lettow and choose to fight the SI with him, you'll have the opportunity to kiss him in the hallway. If you decide to kiss him again, or just return to the room with him, there will be one retainer left. Depending on your relationship with Lettow, he'll act differently here. If your Lettow/Camarilla relationship is moderate (3 dots), he'll become cool and composed in front of the retainer. Additionally, he'll touch your wrist in a lingering way, which you realize he's doing in order to check your watch. If your Camarilla relationship is high (5 dots), the part about about him being "cool and collected, even in the presence of a single retainer he is the Eagle Prince" is not mentioned, and Lettow will touch your face instead. In my opinion, the nature of the relationship is more unclear in the 3dot interaction. Personally, I find that it feels more manipulative (though I'm probably not clever enough to explain why). With 5 dots, I follow him to Egypt everytime, but with 3 dots I still follow him. I'm just much more wary about how "happy" their relationship will be. Will he sacrifice my character to the Sabbat if needed? Who knows! Although, really, who's to say you're not being played by him the entire story, even with a full relationship meter.

Another variation I've noticed is during the confrontation with Donati when Lettow flutters up the steps, he will A) see you and force himself to stand, B) stand (because he's an elder), or C) rise to his hands and knees, but is too weak to get up more. I'm not sure what the trigger is for whichever action he takes (or if there are more variants of this), but my more moderate relationship characters got either scenario A or B, while my high relationship character got scenario C. When I played through it, I personally liked scenario C the best because to me, it feels like he trusts the main character enough that he's willing to afford a moment of weakness around them. Afterall, he's still able to attack Donati no matter if you get A, B, or C, so he's clearly not that close to the brink of death.

While I love Lettow and his romance, I'm pretty confused by it all. First of all, I don't really understand his character or ambitions too well. Despite how friendly and trusting he seems in the the first chapter (showing you Jasper's death? Why?), he's suspicious of the courier from the start (if you spy on Carlos in the parking garage, he'll reveal that Lettow thinks you might be an SI agent). And I don't think that suspicion ever goes away, it just evolves. He dismisses the idea that you're SI, but then he thinks you're allied with *potential diablerist* Julian (even if you aren't) then quickly seems to realize it's you (maybe by sensing her in your blood?). He continues to suspect you, until he seems to REALIZE realize that you diablerized Aila. Before the final confrontation between you, Julian, and Lettow, there's a moment where Lettow is reading his book and asks you in a tired, soft voice "I need to know why you--". He never gets to finish that thought, but I'm pretty sure he's asking why you killed her. However, after the warehouse meeting, Lettow decides to spare both you and Julian?? Because he's tired and lonely?? I dont get it, what's his agenda? Why spare them? From what I know, the traditions say that killing/diablerizing a fellow vampire is punishable by death, so isn't Lettow actively going against the Camarilla? I can kinda understand if he doesn't want to kill the player character, since he thinks Aila is in our veins, and he's potentially formed some sort of attachment to us (though I think at this point, Julian's formula has completely eradicated any traces of Aila from our blood, so surely Lettow can detect that?). However, I can't really understand why he spares Julian. Maybe he does it because the author wants to highlight that Lettow is a rare breed of kindred, one that's truly benevolent with a high humanity, but that's the only reason I can think of. Really, I'm just not sure what type of person Lettow is, or what his game is. Julian is clearly depicted as being pretty manipulative and as having these huge ambitions that he needs the courier to help him achieve, but I don't think that's true for Lettow. Asides from running packages, he doesn't really benefit from them (asides from the whole "maybe Aila's reincarnated" thing). So maybe he's manipulating the player at this super high level, but you know, maybe he's just actually a great, merciful person (except he did actually kill a ventrue in his court for having conspired to diablerize Invidia Caul. So what's up with that?)

Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this monster of an ask, and please let me know what you think!

THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL ASK.

TL;DR at the bottom!

If your Lettow/Camarilla relationship is moderate (3 dots), he'll become cool and composed in front of the retainer. Additionally, he'll touch your wrist in a lingering way, which you realize he's doing in order to check your watch. If your Camarilla relationship is high (5 dots), the part about about him being "cool and collected, even in the presence of a single retainer he is the Eagle Prince" is not mentioned, and Lettow will touch your face instead. In my opinion, the nature of the relationship is more unclear in the 3dot interaction.

Honestly, personally? I just write this off as him not trusting you nearly as well. "Lingering" suggests he *wants* to touch you, but the biggest giveaway is that he doesn't seem to have the need to check your watch at all in the five dot one (if I’m understanding you correctly). That tells me that with five dots, he just openly wants to touch you and isn't afraid to show it (aww), but with three dots he's a little more reluctant and is just *pretending* to check your watch.

He's got walls up in three dots he doesn't in five.

That's my exact same impression too -- there's trust with five dots that doesn't exist with three.

Despite how friendly and trusting he seems in the the first chapter (showing you Jasper's death? Why?), he's suspicious of the courier from the start (if you spy on Carlos in the parking garage, he'll reveal that Lettow thinks you might be an SI agent).

Okay I actually do have thoughts on this.This gets a little bit beside the point of your ask, so bear with me.

Regarding Jasper -- all I can say is, "Why NOT show you Jasper's death"? He doesn't have any reason NOT to show you. It doesn't make him vulnerable for you to know that Jasper is dead, or how he died. It doesn’t give the Courier any kind of edge against him. So Lettow has nothing to lose and everything to gain (your trust) by making you think you’re important enough that you get to watch the video.

Regarding Lettow thinking you're an SI agent -- I know this isn't the point of your ask but I do have thoughts on that, so please humour me for a moment before I go back to your point --

There's something very subtle in VTMNR that is never shown outright. It's very, very subtle but if you think about it, there's a really big reason why Lettow could think you're an SI agent despite being a vampire.

Think about it. Lettow himself points out that he's the only Prince that is as paranoid as he is about the SI, and yet Tucson is swarming with their agents. All the other Princes are emailing and texting and they're not dealing with the SI to nearly the degree Lettow has.

So what's the difference between Lettow and those Princes?

Lettow has an Autarkis in his Domain who's constantly blowing the Masquerade, that's why!

Who keeps calling you and speaking openly about being Kindred?

Julian.

Who keeps pinging the SI in his phone calls, forcing you to switch phones over and over?

Julian.

Who keeps loudly saying things like "WE CAN'T LET ANYONE KNOW WE'RE VAMPIRES" potentially in earshot of the SI, who you KNOW are watching you?

Julian.

Julian flaunts the Masquerade CONSTANTLY. And in doing so, he makes Lettow a target, because Lettow’s the guy in charge of the area!

So what has this got to do with Lettow thinking you're an agent of the SI? I have to admit, I can't quite connect the dots here, but I think it goes back to Julian once again. Julian's operating under his nose. Julian doesn't give a fuck about the Masquerade. Julian has links to you. I wouldn't be surprised if those factors, combined perhaps with stuff happening behind the scenes that the Courier never sees, is why Lettow at first believes you're an agent of the SI.

Basically -- Lettow sees Julian pulling shit, and at first thinks it’s because he’s part of the SI. Lettow sees you have connections to Julian (or perhaps the other way around) and thinks that because of that you have connections to the SI as well.

Later, Lettow does admit the idea is ridiculous, because he sarcastically tells Dove (paraphrased) “why yes, I’m sure that this vampire isn’t helping the vampire hunters.”

(I also believe that Julian is the one that actually SENT the video of Jasper's death to Lettow. I honestly can't think of any other explanation as to who it can be from. Obfuscate doesn't work with electronic devices, indicating the video has been doctored to hide Julian, and who would do that except Julian himself, especially since he tells us that he has video editing skills? Julian knew that Jasper was recording, but didn't wipe the video or take the camera to erase evidence of his crime. So who else but Julian sent that video?)

Anyway, moving on --

Before the final confrontation between you, Julian, and Lettow, there's a moment where Lettow is reading his book and asks you in a tired, soft voice "I need to know why you--". He never gets to finish that thought, but I'm pretty sure he's asking why you killed her. However, after the warehouse meeting, Lettow decides to spare both you and Julian?? Because he's tired and lonely?? I dont get it, what's his agenda? Why spare them?

My impression is that it was just that -- because he was tired and lonely.

At first he lets you live because his couriers are dropping like flies and he needs every one he can get. And as the story goes on, he gets tireder and tireder until he seems on the brink of succumbing to torpor himself. (Bitch is 200 years old and whining about how old he is even though he had an 800YO girlfriend!) At the end of the story, he's exhausted.

And he's also quite clearly severely depressed. And apathy is a strong symptom of depression.

So yeah. I think he spares both the courier and Julian simply because he's too tired and depressed to give a flying fuck any more. Aila's gone, killing the courier won't bring her back. What's the point in killing them? What's the point in killing Julian, when he demonstrates several times he thinks Julian is no threat? (He's wrong, but he clearly underestimates Julian -- he tells Julian that the Masquerade will survive Julian, and he tells Dove that Julian is "just an Anarch.")

I also think his feelings regarding Aila herself are complicated -- it must HURT to survive someone who died via what's essentially suicide. He knows Aila was suicidal. He must have complicated feelings regarding that -- feelings like he wasn't enough, feelings like maybe she didn't love him as much as he loved her.

So yeah. I think he was too tired and lonely and too devastated to care about enacting justice against either of them. I think he just wanted to put it behind him. Run away to the Middle East, let it go, put it behind him, never think about it again.

As for Lettow’s agenda itself?

I’m not going to say he can’t be manipulative. But I do believe he isn’t as manipulative as the other Princes, and that he sincerely does want to do better than they do.

The biggest evidence in support of this, if nothing else, is that Lettow is Gangrel. Gangrel, as a rule, don’t do political bullshit. They tend not to participate in the Jyhad. They tend to be loners, and they often don’t raise their own childer -- so they (often) lack a mentor/mentee relationship that other clans have, meaning that nobody was there to mentor them in ways to survive, let alone thrive, in political bullshit.

So that means Lettow would be drastically inexperienced in manipulation and bullshit outside of what he’d have seen as a mortal aristocrat, and would also probably be way less tolerant of political bullshit than other Kindred. He doesn’t have Dominate to help him. He doesn’t have Presence to help him. Just a magic bird, his own shapeshifting skills and what his friends can give him.

Remember that Lettow became Prince because there was literally nobody else available. He said so himself that he basically stepped into the job because there was nobody else -- he was the one that killed the old Prince (and in a rather extra way, no less) and there were no other Elders in the area.

Plus, by this stage, Aila was dead and he wanted to hunt down her murderers. Or, if I have my timelines incorrect, she was in torpor and therefore vulnerable and in need of protection.

What better way to do that than with the resources a Prince had at his disposal?

I don’t think it’s a complete coincidence that he stopped being a Prince on the same night that he finally confronted her killer.

TL;DR --

Lettow doesn't trust the Courier as much if their relationship with the Camarilla isn't great.

Lettow underestimates Julian, and doesn't think he's a threat at all, even though it's almost certainly Julian that drew the SI to Tucson like flies to honey.

By the end of the story, Lettow is deeply depressed, apathetic, and on the border of succumbing to torpor and ennui himself because of that, and so literally doesn't care enough any more about bringing Julian and the Courier to justice.

Unlike other Princes, Lettow is from a clan that typically is separate from all this political bullshit, has no social Disciplines, and had a motive to be Prince in that his lover was dead and he wanted to find her killer with any resources he could get to be at his disposal. So I truly believe that while he may feel the need to be manipulative from time to time, he truly did want just what was best for the Kindred around him.

#VTM #VTMNR #Lettow Kaminsky #meta #Aila the Banu Haqim #Anonymous

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gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot · 3 years

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Fallout76 again:

"Ok but like, if you dont lock your stuff, it's free so like?"

"Oh my god... three... wE ARE THREE ASEXUALS AT THE SAME TEAM YOOOO! LOOK AT THAT??? THREE FLAGS, WHAT ARE THE ODDS??? YAAAS PRIIIIIDEEEEEE✊🏻✊🏻"

"Leave me alone, I'm shopping"

*tame mirelurk king walks around* "... ok that's just freaky"

"I've done so many quests, so fast, so many daily quests.... and now I have three left, and then I'm changing character and I just... hhhhhhh"

"Someone is waving at me, I'm in pip boy, go away??? Hhh what are they doing?? I hear the ?? Sound"

"Camp hopping, I'm tired of the over priced stuff.... just coman, I never go above"

"Hehe, sloCUM"

"I feel so bad for just going to their camp, and not buying"

"Someone is buying things from me! :D"

"... I think I need like four characters to get all the endings... should I make a new one?"

"Ok ok, interesting camp"

"What??? Where, what?? Its like a maze? And a race track and and?? I got stuck xD I just wanna buy stuff what is going on"

"Fuck.. I missed"

"Xxflo fr... you genius"

"I bet the shop isnt even at the end"

"They can see me when I enter their shelter, they know of my mistakes"

"I'm checking the other shelter"

"Fine, fine, fiiine! I'll make it"

"I'm gonna film this place"

"What a ride this is"

"This bothers me xD I want a jet pack, I wanna cheat"

"I just sent them a message 'Please, where's your vendor?😭😭' I'm stuck in a hole... for the forth time😭😭"

"Its outside! I'm screaming"

"Hell no, they're level 300??? Fuck that, they showed up on the camp, I'm not staying around high levels, ik its dumb, but I get so angsty.. yes I am 270, but I'm an idiot"

"I sent them a reply that said 'I'm a fool😭' "

"Help help help. A power armour ran towards me"

"Just saying that, normally when its night where I live, that's when people get mean to me"

"I generally dont wanna go down to peoples shelters if they have the vendor there... I was here since the beta. I have bad experiences"

"Power armour people are ✨scary✨"

"I should get like a watch that checks my pulse, so I can show when my pulse spikes whenever i see a high level player around me"

" :c i was just removed from the team... it's a glitch ik that but still :c "

"Oh... it wasnt a glitch... they just threw me out..... ;-; i thought we were strong aces.... I'm sad now"

"I'm all alone on a team"

"That's fine, I'm done here anyways so fuck you ;;;;-;;;;;"

"I have to do daily stuff with Jesus too, so whatever"

"I'm sad"

"... I'm on the same map... how why what no why?????"

"No wait, I think flo just jumped map too?"

"What just happened"

"Oh, ok, enemies took care of the quest, cop a squatter thing, so yay"

"Why wont anyone be with me"

"I joined team with flo, spooky"

"Ok, I'm now suddenly doing a quest?"

"This weapon is shit... lvl 45"

"Yay! Someone bought stuff from me🥰"

"Omg its flo"

"I have to remember that is is a good character, Jesus is here for good things. This is not my main where I'd see a scavenger, and even after they give me things, I kill them... no cuz this is a good character and they're not a raider, gotcha"

"A hunt for magazines, they cannot escape me"

"Fighting with my cat, I say 'no, u cant sleep my lap, that's where the controller is', and the fucking moment I wrote that, the fucker jumped on my lap. What an asshole"

"No magazine, but a bobblehead"

"Ok, flo isnt home, let's go"

"!!!! They showed up"

"Ok, flo got a female character, which means nothing, but for some reason it's like 'phew', and that is very sexist of my brain, I am sorry"

"Omg they're approaching me ;-;"

"Oh, waving, yeah hello bye thanks for selling stuff to good prices byee"

Me: oh they're not so scary after all

Them, approaching me, prob with no ill intentions:

Me: STRANGER DANGER😭😭

" but that's just me with any high level or power armour person so"

"Ok ok, I went to get Beckett, and then I have to get his shit, but i went back to my camp first to fix shit, and blood eagles followed me????"

"People left the team... now it's only me😭😭"

"Joined a new one"

"And someone right away started to buy from me, omg thank youuu"

"... here we go again... let's build stuff again, wow a new house woo -.-"

"Jesus.. *heh* I've gamed waaaay too long"

#gaming #fallout 76 #relatable gaming thoughts #fallout #fallout76 #funny #fo76

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tokyoghoose · 4 years

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nous aimons tous les deux jours

pairing: dabi x reader

playlist: things we never say - bad bad habits*, sincerity is scary - the 1975, love love love - of monsters and men, if i go, im going - gregory alan isakov, i dont know me like you do - low hum, if i get high - nothing but thieves ( alice kristiansen cover ), i dare you - the regrettes, problems - deathbyromy, fool of you - meltt, hell and you - amigo the devil, creature - it looks sad, tongues and teeth - the crane wives, hooked ( addicted you might say ) - eleisha eagle, nothings gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex, a dream of you - far caspian, so alright, cool, whatever - the happy fits, a lovely night - ryan gosling

warnings: mentions of violence, brief mentions of drugs for expression, and suggestive themes

summary: we love every other day

announcements!

this is my first try at a enemies/lover thingy! Originally it was going to be an enemy to lovers but i liked the idea that they're just on opposing sides a little more haha. Lemme know if you'd like to see the other one though!

i know there are a lot of hero x villain fics like this out there 😌 this is my take on it, so please bare with me!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

"We really have to stop meeting like this."

An addiction. That's what it is. Either that or it's some kind of reverse psychology like you want what you can't have—because nothing else makes sense. If you knew him as a regular person, honestly you probably wouldn't have given him a second thought. If he was a hero you worked beside—or god forbid a villain—then you probably wouldn't have cared for a hookup or two, but then you'd get over it. It's not infatuation. It's an addiction. It's toxic and unhealthy and it just feels good even if it shouldn't. But the high; the high is unbeatable.

It continues on forever and more. From the moment his gaze pierces yours it's like snorting a rail of coke or taking a tab and the trip never ends. It's not even the fact you could get caught. You two are so damn obvious; anyone who stumbles into an alleyway at three in the morning would see the two of you doing more than what a fight warrants. It's just him. It's simply Dabi.

Romeo and Juliette's syndrome is probably a better term for it. But hell, it's not like he'd die for you. Right? It's not like you've known each other way longer than some days and nights and you certainly aren't teenagers and he's definitely not somebody who moves onto a girl and decides he's in love at first sight just because his 'rosaline' left him face down ass up. So maybe Romeo and Juliette is just lack of a better term.

But it's so unfair. How the hell are you supposed to escape him when it's like he's around every corner. With every breath you take, it's like he's an inch closer to crushing your chest with his. And maybe you want him to? This isn't very hero-like.

"You're the one always tracking me down, doll."

The pet name sends shivers down your spine and it makes you want him all the more.

Who am I? What has gotten into me?

You blame the pink tint to your cheeks on the brisk wind of the night, but the heat to them is a large contrast. You cross your arms over your chest and scoff, trying to look taller, stronger, and broader. Not in a threatening way, but more a warning.

This time you'll really take him out.

"In case you forgot, it's my job."

You tell yourself that every time.

And every time he gets away.

"I'm not doing anything but taking a walk."

He steps closer, the already short distance between you two getting shorter. The streetlamp that cuts the scene in half flickers, a moth flying away from the light and towards the moon. You count three squares in distance and you resist the urge to step back.

"You're a wanted criminal, Dabi."

He doesn't deny it but scoffs anyway, shoving his hands into his pockets leisurely. It's like he's never bothered. You're just a nat he's waiting to squash. You have to remind yourself of that: You're just prey.

"I think you just miss me." His tone is serious, but he's only teasing—no matter how true it is. You're starting to think that he can read minds—it's actually quite concerning.

You force a laugh past your lips, trying to show you aren't bothered by what he says. It's just a game of cat and mouse, and it's time the roles switch.

"Please. I could throw you in jail right now."

"But you wouldn't do that. Isn't that right, bunny?"

Your guard faulters and it gives him the opening he needs to corner you completely—and quite literally. It's a blink of an eye and he has you against the brick wall. It'd look rather suspicious to anyone passing, or maybe it looks endearing. But it doesn't matter, to begin with when it's a barren street. Even the crickets seem to have fled.

It's like wherever Dabi walks, everything else scatters. If it were the sea, you're sure it'd part red.

Dabi smirks, trapping you between his body and the cool, damp bricks. The mist from earlier rain seeps slowly into your hero suit, sending a violent chill down your spine. His other hand touches your hip, fingers grazing the fabric so faintly that it'd feel non-existent if it weren't for the heat radiating off them. You hitch your breath when his nose nudges your neck, his hot breath causes shivers and his eyes bore into your own with something mischievous.

"I-"

His lips ghost the skin of your neck and you subconsciously pull it taut, tilting your head to the side. You're beginning to hate how your body arches into his and how it reacts to the simplest of touches.

Like a brick to a window, your dissolve shattered easily.

Dabi quirks a brow, challenging you to continue as you sputter about. It's embarrassing. You can hear him say it now, just like so many times before: "Oh? A big hero like you getting flustered by a big bad villain like me? How cute."

Your walkie talkie comes alive with static and a voice cuts in asking for help to take down a gang of criminals a few cities over.

My saving grace.

"I-I have to go." You push him away by the shoulders with sudden confidence, but he doesn't seem to put up much resistance.

God, you want to wipe the smug smirk off his face.

He backs off and turns with an unbothered wave, proving his point that you wouldn't- couldn't touch him, much less win against him in any sort of battle. The untouchable.

"Until next time, right?"

———

It's like a new tide from the moon—how fast your feelings towards him change. He's awful. A criminal, a villain, a murderer. He's the literal icon of everything your against.. or of what you're supposed to be against.

But you understand him. You get his whys and you feel his emotion like you're apart of them. You empathize with him and it makes you so fucking angry at yourself because you know—as a hero—you should never side with a villain like him, no matter how much sense he starts to make.

Blame it on his tone and the smoothness of his words. He's just a swindler.

The next time isn't even a full week later. He technically protects you from some randoms in an alleyway and you catch him in the act of it all, turning to catch whoever was following you, only to be met with cold blue eyes and a pile of ashes in front of you.

Of course, it ultimately ends in the same place it always does; his bed.

His scent and touch linger a little too long after these meetings and you decide once again that this is the last time.

It's a real shame you have to blame it on his body heat and not the undeniable attraction you feel towards him. But you suppose that could count towards it.

His hands are anywhere—everywhere—and they leave a fire in their wake. It's too much and still not enough. All you want is to be closer. Fingers in his hair, pulling him into you until you can't, and then pulling him in more. It's like air, the way you breathe him in. When you finally give into dabi it no longer becomes a crime, but a necessity.

It's overbearing and messy and awful, but you can't help but slip into his embrace and into his warmth.

It's freezing and he's the sun.

Tangled in between cotton sheets, you feel him rub circles into your shoulder and you hear his heartbeat. It's reassuring to know someone like him even has one. Then again, he probably wouldn't have protected you if he didn't have one. How many times has he saved you from harm's way? Honestly, one time is too many.

It almost makes this fling of yours respectable. It almost makes you want to admit you're falling for that smug face and bad attitude.

"We talked about what we'd do if we ran into your league again, you know?"

Why on earth would you bring that up of all things, y/n?

He doesn't need to know anything about your career, much less your plans to take his team down.

"Hmm.. is that so?" Dabi's fingers move up to draw languid circles into your collarbone before shifting slightly to loom over you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, sending a searing, but welcomed heat to the flesh. You hiss quietly at the sensation, already knowing there's a bruise forming from the activities not too long ago. His lips replace his hand on your neck and he removes his arm from under your head to hold himself up.

Your hand finds his messy hair, fingers delving into the raven locks and tugging gently as he makes his way to the column of your throat and to your ear. He nips at it, nose brushing against your jaw; his hot breath creating goosebumps that rise to your flesh.

"I like knowing you think of me when I'm not around, Angel."

The tone and raspiness of his voice makes you groan, feeling him kiss beneath your jaw. You just know he's smirking at the reactions he elicits from you because you can feel it. He enjoys watching your internal struggle. You can't act like you didn't choose to form whatever this is with him.

You tug his hair to look at him, bringing his face up and he almost looks annoyed that you disrupted his path heading down towards your chest. Your lips ghost over each other's and you lean in for a kiss, only for him to pull away and leave you chasing.

"I also like when you call my name."

Your hand falls from his hair to cup his jaw, practically pulling him forward into a kiss. It's rough to cover up the intimacy and need behind it. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip, thumb pressed into your stomach before his hand goes upward with an ulterior motive.

Pulling away from him before he can initiate anything more, you run your thumb across his lips and the silver bands that adore the lower half of his face. Surprisingly enough, it didn't take long to adjust to the different textures

"And I like how you kiss me."

This almost feels too domestic—not that you mind, but you're positive he knows you're wrapped around his finger, in the palm of his hand. It's impossible to hide it now. Your actions speak louder than the three words on the tip of your tongue, poisoning your mind.

It makes you cringe when you think about it all. How easily he can get into your head and twist your arm. Some nights you catch yourself thinking that maybe you'll be able to convince him to open his eyes a little wider to see your point of view, especially when you've begun to see his. They're horrible—the villains you go against, but he makes them seem so different. You hate how he makes you double think everything.

He playfully nips at your thumb when you push it gently between his lips, teasingly. His hands trail up your arms, pulling them off of him and above your head. You're the one who makes the move to intertwine fingers as he pushes them down harshly on the pillow underneath you. Insatiable. That's what he is. Is it so wrong to keep wanting more?

The sun beginning to rise over the horizon and spilling in through the window doesn't seem to stir him as he makes his descent from your lips.

You already know that by the next morning you'll hate him and that surrounds him. You'll hate yourself for listening to your heart instead of your head simply because it just 'feels so right.' It's a constant cycle between the two of you, and you're sure he feels the same. He doesn't agree with anything you stand by like a hero, but there's something that keeps him close enough.

There's only so much you can expect, even when you deny it over and over.

But god, you have to stop meeting like this.

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trashcatsnark · 3 years

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8, 10, 12 and 16 for the ur V question thingy plssssssssssssss

AHHHHH THANK YOUUU JUNIEE BUGG

8. favorite weapons & build types?

I mean firstly, i cheat my ass off, so i have max everything. But as far as what i actually prefer and what reflects in my V; melee weapons, with a body/reflex/and then cool focus. My V grew up in a nomad family who didnt believe in cyberware-ey tech stuff beyond fixing up vehicles. Its a clan with no netrunners, no interest in the net space. So, while she is in the process of adapting and can do some of the netrunner shit (the basics) its just not her pick, shes far more adept at grabbing a weapon and swinging. As far as weapons go; 3 weapon slots mean, 1 blade, 1 blunt weapon, and one gun. While not confined to game mechanics in fic, i think this is still a approach to weapons that work. Knives/blades are her favorite; machete, stinger knife, and katana being high on the list. Blunt weaponry is next; baseball bat and sledgehammer. Guns are her least favorite tbh; but having iron is crucial in night city, she'd probably have something akin to a desert eagle pistol. (I dont know much guns so i may have got the name wrong) its not in game, but its a low tech, high caliber, devastating damage.

10. where would be your ideal place to live in NC? or would you prefer to follow the open road?

A part of my V loves the city, the anonimity and the buzz of excitement. And she loves her apartment, as much as she'd like a bathtub and a cleaner building. Its her, its the first living space (other than her rattler car) that is just hers.

However, former nomad, she does still often find herself longing for the road. Due to her...strained relationship with her nomad family, she doesnt always feel like she could be safe out in the badlands. But...god does she miss the quiet even when she has hearing aids in, she misses the serenity at times, the feeling of careening down an abandoned road at mach speed, windows down, and no one else around for miles. Those moments where she wasnt just a traitor on the run, when for a moment it felt like the world was hers. She knows what she has in Night City is actually hers, she knows she safer (which sounds ironic) , and shes finally living life once she gets there. But those moments, that feeling is not something you can capture in the city and fuck if she dont miss it.

12. does the rocker lifestyle (either as a rocker or somewhere behind the scenes) sound appealing to you?

Not really, not for my V at least. Concerts are fun, the energy and the vibe. But as far as being a rocker...yeah no.

A) shes not crazy comfortable with attention, she literally hides her name, face, and voice when she can. When she does get attention, for her building merc reputation and the more uh high profile jobs. Shes viscerally uncomfortable. Unlike canon V, my V doesnt want or need the world to know she exists to remember her; only the people in it who matter to her.

B) Drinking and drug use arent her thing either, from that aspect. She only really drinks as a social pressure thing when needed, ie someone orders her a drink and she doesnt wanna be a rude shit. My V is the person who orders a cherry cola at the bar because alcohol tastes bad god damn it.

I will say despite these... thanks to a certain constructs memories...she has developed a certain attachment to the idea of fucking in a backstage dressing room. But thats about it.

16. if being a merc was off the table, what would be your ideal NC job/lifestyle?

Hmm, as weird as this sounds, i think my V sometimes envies like waitresses and shit. Because while yes, customer service sucks ass, it just seems so normal and quiet and like a part of her wishes she could have just cut out a simple little life like that for herself. To spend her days handing off pancakes and serving coffee instead of snapping necks or stealing; to make an honest living.

#cyberpunk 2077 #aidan becker #THANK YOUUU

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years

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“i like having power over you, dont you get it? theres no way to get out of this.” “you don't need anyone other than me, i'll be your everything.” —Aroma and Linghao

Caesar stepped out of the Rolls Royce in front of the large office shining office tower. Even as the Gattuso heir, there was some business he preferred to attend to himself.

Aroma had agreed to his marriage proposal, but she had no experience in royal affairs, etiquette, or speech. She would have to learn all these things.

The Golden Iris Academy was a secret school for Hybrid elite women meant to mold them into the perfect examples of society. His family insisted that for him to marry her, she must attend.

Enrollment could only be requested in person, however.

Few people knew that in this seemingly inconspicuous office building, a small office served some of the wealthiest people in the world.

Caesar arrived in Burberry, Salvatore Ferragamo, and Gucci. The bell hop followed him to the elevator and punched in a special code that would go to the floor that was only accessible to a certain clientele.

Caesar said nothing to him as they rose silently up the tower. He didn’t agree with this decision to send her away and interrupt her studies. He wasn’t just marrying her for her looks or her bloodline.

As lovely as they were, her cool stoic personality attracted him even more. She grew up as a survivor. She knew hardship and death. At the ornate family banquet table, she looked at every expertly crafted dish with the same cold indifference and only ate a little. She appeared to take no interest in the conversation. What interested her more was what wasn’t said.

She wasn’t fooled by anyone’s outward words. Their tone and their body language broadcasted their insincerity. They didn’t like her because she wouldn’t play their games. For his sake, she refrained from using her razor sharp wit against them. Later, her insightful sarcasm showed how she could have verbally slain them like a trained sniper.

One shot. One kill.

He would hate for that to be ruined by the vapid frivolity of upper class ‘education’.

The elevator slowed and stopped. But the doors didn’t open. Immediately, Caesar released his Soul Skill ‘Scythe Itachi’ and reached for his waist band where his hunting knife Dictator rested. But it was too late.

The cold blade of a black army thorn dagger rested against his neck, held by the bellhop.

His Soul Skill picked up on the heart beats of the hundreds of people who worked in this building. But from this bellhop there was nothing. Also he heard his breathy laugh and the shift of his clothing as he moved, it was as though this man were a walking corpse.

“What is it you want?”

“I want what you’re trying to steal from me. Aroma was mine before she was yours.”

He was fast with the manner of a killer, but his voice told him that he was a teenager, barely a man at all.

“While I admire your persistence as well as your skill, I’ve hardly stolen her.” He let the contempt show clearly from his voice. “I asked her a simple question and she gave me a simple answer. If you have a problem with it, there’s nothing more I can do or say other than get over it.”

“I told her, ‘You don't need anyone other than me, I'll be your everything.’” The knife pressed into his skin, drawing blood. The boy grit his teeth, snarling. “You’ve tricked her.”

“How so? If I’ve tricked her, then why don’t you slit my throat now and reveal the truth? It’s because you know that if you did that, she would no longer have any interest in you.” He smiled, but his hand was slowly unclipping his Desert Eagle revolver.

He was still detecting no heartbeat from this person. An illusion? A rather pointy illusion. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, the real bellhop was fallen at his feet, dead, his throat cut.

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himbofreddynewandyke · 4 years

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creamsicle smut, cheers to @sunflowersdaisies for tossing ideas around with me

Maybe orange thought he was being subtle because Larry never called him out, never drew any attention to it, but he knew that the kid’s eyes would shift to him whenever he thought Larry wasn’t looking. It was cute, in a way. Larry had a decent body, too many drive thru meals and late nights to not look his age, but he lifted weights almost every night, knew he could look good in a tight shirt. Orange probably didn’t have a lot of opportunities to check out other guys, sit in the passenger seat and steal glances at Larrys arms the way he did, following with a longing look at his lips before shooting his eyes forward again. It was a dangerous game in this profession, Larry knew that all too well. So he let the kid indulge himself, let him think he was being sneaky in admiring Larry. Hell, Larry enjoyed it too, who wouldn’t, picking Orange up wearing a tight white tshirt instead of his usual hawaiian shirt (their usual, the kid had starting imitating his dress) and seeing him suck in air and his eyes widen.

There was always a nervous tension to the kid, hiding behind the casual coolness he was trying to play, but he was intelligent, really observant, Larry could tell. Whereever they went, Orange was immediately noting where the exits were, always positioning himself and Larry where they wouldn’t be blocked off from leaving, he’d keep up a conversation across a diner table while carefully cataloging everyone in the room with his eyes. Only drank light beers, nursing one for ages, not letting himself get drunk while making it seem he was matching pace with the other guys. He’d make a damn great criminal one day, Larry thought. Had a natural talent, an instinct, for this line of work. He just needed some experience, some guidance.

While Larry left it up to Orange to make the first real move, he flirted with the kid, in that way guys like them had refined, where it could easily be dismissed as just straight guy banter, adored the way the kid’s face would turn red and he’d start to stammer. Larry found himself touching him, leaving a hand on his arm, gently guiding him when there wasn’t anyone around with a hand on his upper back (and a few times, his lower back). Often Orange leaned into his touches, almost guiltily, as though he was taking something he didn’t think he deserved. Once late at night, parked at the side of a quiet road to finish off their burgers and chips, Larry slung his arm over the kid’s shoulder, wide palm on the back of the kids neck, and started kneading him, casually, not breaking their conversation. Orange’s eyes fluttered closed and his mouth opened as Larry massaged him, but nothing came of it, both on them pretending it never happened once Larrys hand left him.

Now it was just a few days until heist day, Larry had spent almost every day this past two weeks with Orange. The neck massaging last night hadn’t scared him off, the kid hopping in Larrys car half an hour after Larry called him like usual. This time tho, Larry took him to his motel room, told him to make himself at home. Larry saw it again, the eagle eyes, noting down everything in Larry’s apartment, zeroing in on the side of a small safe half hidden between the bed and drawers. Straight after this job was done, Larry was going to ask Orange to be his partner. Sexual tension aside, the kid had the skills and smarts to be a great thief, and Larry wanted to nurture those talents.

On the beat up motel room couch, surprisingly comfy if you dont let yourself think about what the stains might be, Larry was explaining to him about the history of the Brewers. He knew Orange didn’t care about baseball, but it gave them both an excuse for the kid to watch him intently, nodding his head as if he cared, eyes shooting for a second to Larrys biceps or chest before back to his face again as if nothing had happened. Larry had told himself last night to back off and let Orange decide if this went any further, but he couldn’t help himself, and he didn’t get where he was today by following the rules. He slid his arm across the kids back again, noting with glee that Orange almost immediately melted into his touch and shifted closer to Larry. Then the kid reached out, gripped Larry’s arm, the look in his eyes showing Orange was just as surprised as Larry at his own actions, and rubbed him gently, just like Larry had done to his back.

The kid looked terrified, like he’d gone too far, like he was expecting Larry to call him a faggot and punch him in the face. So Larry calmed him, “it’s ok kiddo. you can touch.” And Orange did, bringing his other hand up now, both of them running slowly across Larrys arm, up his shoulder, giving himself a treat he’d long denied himself. “That’s it, baby, thats it, take what you want” Larry said in a soft voice, soothing, the kid’s hands straying over Larry, his eyes wide and gleeful, mouth open slackly, like a child given free reign in a sweetstore.

Larry had wanted to kiss the kid the moment he first met him, his mouth so tempting, always biting his lower lip, making Larry imagine how it would feel to suck it between his own teeth. And now with them so close to his own, he did, lightly gripping the kids jaw and bringing him in closely, not wanting to scare him away with any sudden movement. But the kid went willingly, happily, had been waiting for this moment too, gasped into Larrys mouth. They found a rhythm quickly, the kid kissed sloppily, inexperienced but eager, pressing himself against Larry, onto Larry’s lap. When they paused for a second, Larry started taking his own shirt off and Orange quickly followed suit, now pressing bare chests together, Larrys hand across Oranges back while the kids hands were going nuts all over his chest, running thru his chest hair, from his collarbones to his stomach and then back again, letting himself explore. Larry groaned, can almost taste the kid’s fervour, at finally getting to experience his desires, to worship Larrys body. He was noisy too, whines and whimpers at the back of his throat, making Larry light headed. Fuck, this kid was perfect.

And then Orange slid off his lap ungracefully onto the floor, and opened Larrys knees, knelt between them with an eager grin on his face. Goddamn, this kid was so fucking perfect.

Four hands quickly and clumsily unbuckling Larry’s belt and unzipping his pants, Oranges mouth on his cock the second it was out of his underwear. What he lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm, moans that were too small and irregular to be fake, spit going everywhere. When Larry looked down, Orange’s eyes were closed, like having Larrys dick in his mouth was too much of a treat to let his other senses like sight disrupt it, and the kid was pressing down on his own clothed bulge, rubbing himself just a bit thru his jeans. Seeing the kid get off so much on sucking him made Larry cum quickly, would’ve preferred to give a warning but Orange didn’t mind, choked slightly but was grinning, lapping up the cum that had spilled out. Larry quickly tucked himself back in and then pulled him onto his lap. “oh sweet boy, you fucking gorgeous boy” he said, kissing him deep and hard again, finding it oddly hot that the younger mans mouth and chin were wet with spit and his cum.

Larry shifted the kid off his lap and to the side of him, and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. There was a faint dark patch close to the belt line, and when he had them down his suspicions were confirmed, the front left of Oranges briefs sticky and wet, making the outline of his hard dick transparent through them, and Larry couldn’t help but moan at how wet Orange had gotten, how much precum all over himself, just from blowing Larry.

Larry wanted to move the kid back a bit, so he was against the chair arm and Larry could lean down and blow him, but Orange had other ideas, straddling Larrys lap again, this time facing away from him, wiggling his arse, and Larry started pumping his cock, his other hand on the kids stomach to help balance him, and he could feel the muscles there moving and tensing, strangely erotic.

The kid was wiggling his rear end like crazy, grinding his arse into Larrys clothed crotch, making his spent dick twitch. It wasn’t until the second time that Orange looked over his shoulder coyly while pointedly grinding his arse again that Larry realised what he was trying to signal, what he was indicating to Larry. Larry gripped him tighter across the stomach, growled into the kid’s shoulder, “next time, i’ll fuck you next time” and Orange gasped again which quickly turned into a choking noise as he came all over Larry’s hand.

Larry kept his hand on Oranges stomach, loved how he could feel the kid tense and relax through his orgasm, holding him up while Orange slumped boneless against him. Larry knew he should get up and get a washcloth, but he couldn’t right now, didn’t want to let Orange go, even for a minute. And when the kid twisted his body, still in Larrys lap but leaning across it at an awkward angle, nuzzled tiredly into Larrys neck, his hand softly running over Larry’s chest, like he’s still amazed he’s allowed to do this, Larry knew he’d never be able to let this kid go.

#reservoir dogs #creamsicle #freddy x larry #my post

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lostinthewiind · 5 years

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Hey! I was wondering if we could get some saucy love for out man Bull? Not even full sauce if you dont write it, just some spice ;)

HOHOHO! I HOPE YOU BROUGHT A NAPKIN, CUZ IT’S ABOUT TO GET SAUCY UP IN THIS BITCH!!!

Warnings: ***SEXY TIME***

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Sizing You Up

Hands full of supplies, you sauntered in the direction of where you had seen Bull sitting last and hoped he was still there. It was late at night and you were exhausted so the last thing you wanted to do was to have to hunt the large man down. All you wanted to do was patch him up and then try to catch as many hours of sleep as possible before you had to be up and ready to head out again the next morning.

Thankfully, the Arkansan was still settled in the tall grass, his back against a large pile of hay bales and a cigar tucked away in the corner of his mouth like usual, smoke spilling from his lips every few seconds.

Walking over, you kicked his boot with your own and smiled down at him. “How are you doing?” you asked, knowing that he would probably lie about how bad his injuries were anyways; all of your men did.

“I’m okay.” he peered up at you and eyed the supplies in your hands. “You doin’ house calls now?”

“For you, I am.” you dropped down onto your knees next to him and set the bandage, sulfa, and bottle of water down next to yourself. “I’m just here to check on your injuries and then I’ll be outta your hair, promise.”

Bull huffed as he plucked his cigar from his mouth and sat forward slightly so you could have access to the wound he had sustained from the tank shrapnel in Operation Market Garden. “You sure are one damn persistent medic,” he mumbled.

Leaning in, you helped him pull his arm out of his jacket sleeve before pushing away the thin fabric of his shirt so you could get to the injury on his shoulder. “Persistence keeps men alive,” you told him as you poured some of the water over the still healing cut to clean it out. “Good men, like you.”

Bull chuckled slightly. “Well, thank you, darlin’.”

“It’s my job.” you poured some sulfa into the bleeding flesh to slow the blood flow before pressing a bandage over it and securing it in place. “All done.”

“Feels better already.” he slipped his arm back into his sleeve and sat back against the straw again. “Thanks.”

“No need to thank me.” you sighed. You were about to gather up your stuff and leave the man to it, but before you could, you spotted a rather nasty gash on his forehead. “Where did that come from?” you reached out to touch the skin around it.

Bull winced and pulled back at the unexpected contact. “Jesus, warn a man first.” his southern drawl really came to light as he hissed in pain.

“Sorry.” you leaned in closer again to get a better look. “It looks pretty deep.”

“I’m fine.” he waved you off and took another puff of his cigar, his chest expanding with the deep inhale. “Don’t worry about it,” he spoke as he exhaled, the cigar smoke collecting into a gray cloud in the air before dissipating.

“Worrying about it is what I’m here for.” you reminded him before reaching for the water once more. “At least let me clean it out. It’s covered in dirt and dried blood and sweat. It’s pretty much just an infection waiting to happen.”

Bull placed a large hand on your shoulder and smiled sweetly. “Darlin’, I’m fine.”

Copying his actions, you placed your much smaller hand on his much larger shoulder and returned the smile. “Darlin’, that’s for me to decide, and I’ve decided that I want to clean it.”

Bull’s smile faded and he rolled his eyes. “I’m not gonna win this one, am I, little lady?”

“Nope.” you popped the ‘P’ as you placed a hand on his forehead to keep him still. Just as you were about to pour the remaining water over the wound, he flinched slightly. “Bull, you have to stay still. I only have so much of this and I can’t afford to spill it.”

Bull’s entire body shook as he laughed. “Sure would be a shame if you spilled it.” he joked.

“Yes, it would.” you huffed, growing slightly frustrated with your ever-increasing exhaustion. “Please, just stop moving.”

As you moved in to try again, he lifted his hand to his mouth to take another draw of his cigar, which in turn caused him to move his head. “Oh, that’s it!” you swung your leg over him and straddled him, your face inches away from his. “Stop moving.”

Frozen, Bull watched you intently as you finally cleaned out the small but deep gash on his forehead. It only took a few seconds max, and once you had washed away the dirt and sweat and anything else that could pose a problem to a healing cut, you sat back on your haunches and smirked triumphantly. “See, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” you mocked him slightly as you shifted in his lap to grab the bottle cap from where you had left it with the rest of the supplies.

A small groan escaped the man beneath you as you moved. “Darlin’, please don’t do that.” his words were airy and barely audible.

You cocked a single brow at him as you began to twist the cap back onto the bottle. “Do what?”

“Move...like that,” he answered, his eyes drifting down to where you were seated just below his lower stomach.

“Move...” your eyes followed his before your entire body flooded with realization. “Oh, shit.” you threw a hand over your mouth to hopefully hide the blush that was no doubt spreading across your cheeks. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that.”

“It’s okay.” he stuck his cigar between his lips again and inhaled. “Just, y’know, maybe hop off before things get complicated.”

Tossing the bottle into the grass with the other items, you nodded. “Right, yeah.” you had to shift again to get your feet underneath yourself so you could stand up.

Bull’s eyes squeezed shut and he sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. “Darlin’...” he warned.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “Really?” you tilted your head in curiosity. “That little bit of friction elicits a reaction like that?”

Bull opened his eyes again and glared at you. “It’s been months since I’ve been with a woman and we don’t exactly get a whole lot of privacy very often if you catch my drift.” his hands moved to your waist in an attempt to physically lift you off of him. “So, yes, that little friction elicits a reaction like that.”

You laughed again before narrowing your eyes and grabbing hold of Bull’s arms for stability. “So, if I did this...” you sat back down and deliberately ground into him. “...that would be bad?”

Bull’s jaw clenched so hard that he actually bit his cigar in two, the lit end falling onto himself before he quickly flicked it into the grass and spat out the remainder. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game here, darlin’.” his voice was low and his eyes were dark.

You had fully intended on just messing around a little and then taking off to catch some shut-eye, but as you sat there in Bull’s lap, your face right in front of his, your hands on his arms, and with the way he was looking at you, you weren’t sure you could leave even if you wanted to.

“I’m just messing with you.” you had to force the words out, your breathing slightly laboured due to how intensely the large man before you was staring.

“Yeah.” he swallowed hard. “I figured.”

“Yeah.”

One second, you were both frozen, the only things in motion being your chests as they rose and fell with your breaths, eyes locked all the while. The next second, however, his lips were on yours. As soon as he had initiated contact you were firmly back in his lap, your core pressing down hard onto his already stiff member over and over again.

“Fuck.” he cursed into your mouth, his hands snapping to your hips so he could help direct your movements. “Fuck, keep going, just like that, Darlin’.”

With your hands sliding up to cup his face, you deepened the kiss and allowed him to shove his tongue into your mouth. Bull tasted strongly of cigar and although you never really liked the smell of it, for some unknown reason, you loved the taste of it.

Pulling back from the kiss slightly, you took a second to catch your breath. “Do you want to fuck me?” you whispered, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

“Do you want me to?” he nipped at your bottom lip, his hands reaching further down to cup your ass.

“Yes.” you ground into him again, this time slow and teasing. “I want you to fuck me right here in the grass.”

“Whatever the lady wants...” he shoved his hand down the back of your pants and reached forward to run a single finger over the already soaked fabric of your underwear. “...she shall get.”

You let out an involuntary gasp at the sudden jolt of stimulation. Bull smirked at that before blindsiding you with another kiss, his mouth completely dominating yours as you pretty much just sat there in a trance from the pleasure of him rubbing circles over your clit. “Bull,” you moaned his name as soon as he gave you enough of a pause from kissing to speak. “I’m gonna cum real quick if you keep doing that.”

“Oh, don’t worry little lady, I’m not looking to make you cum just yet.” he inserted a single finger inside of you even though it felt more like two. “I’m just returning the favour for all of the teasing you did earlier.”

As Bull played with you just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to orgasm, you began to work on his belt, making quick work of it before pulling his impressive and proportional cock out, your hand wrapping around it and stroking slowly.

“Two can play that game.” you breathed out, your body beginning to shake with anticipation, his doing much of the same. “Or, we could stop fucking around and actually get to fucking.”

Bull didn’t answer with words, but his actions spoke volumes. Pulling his finger out of you, he pushed you off of his lap and onto your back among the grass. Unzipping your pants, he tugged them down your legs harshly before discarding them to the side with the forgotten medical supplies.

“You make sure to tell me if I hurt you.” he was serious for a moment as he hovered over top of you, the position making the size difference between the two of you undeniably obvious.

Grabbing onto his biceps hard, you drew in a deep breath. “I like a little bit of pain with my pleasure.” you wrapped your legs around his waist, dug your ankles into his lower back, and pulled him closer. “Don’t hold back.”

“Okay.” he dropped his head down and began to suck, bite, and kiss at your neck and shoulder as he slowly began to enter you, the pure girth of him stretching you more than you had ever stretched before. Sure, it was a tad uncomfortable, but the pleasure was so immense it pretty much drowned out everything and anything else.

“Oh, fucking hell!” you cried out, suddenly very aware and very glad that you were in the middle of a field.

Bull licked a stripe from your collarbone to your ear. “Still doin’ okay, darlin’?”

“More than okay.” you smiled wide and dug your short, almost non-existent nails into his arms.

“Good.” he captured your earlobe between his teeth. “Because I’m only about halfway in.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and your eyelids fluttered as he pushed the rest of himself inside of you. Never in your entire life had you ever felt so full before and you immediately knew that you would never want to be any more empty than you were in that moment again.

As soon as he had reached the hilt, Bull checked in with you again, but just like before, you were doing just fine. Then, once he was satisfied that he wasn’t hurting you, he began to actually fuck you like he meant it; which — even though it went without saying — was singlehandedly the best experience of your entire life.

Every time Bull moved inside of you, you swore you stretched in a new way that brought with it a whole new type of pleasure. While the large man’s weight on top of you made you feel warm and safe, he thrust into you rhythmically and continued to pepper your neck, shoulder, collar bone, lips, and face with kisses. Never before had you ever been so stimulated at once and the overwhelming euphoria was rapidly pushing you toward the tipping point.

“Harder.” you panted as you tilted your head to look him in the eyes. “Please, fuck me harder.”

Bull let out an exasperated chuckle. “Darlin’, if I fuck you any harder I’m afraid I might break you in half.”

“I’m not some fragile little girl.” you groaned. “I’m not going to break.”

“Okay, okay.” he pulled one of your legs from around himself, hooked his arm under it, and lifted it up to your chest. “How’s this?” he asked as he entered you again, this time reaching an all-new depth.

You moaned loudly and had to bite down on your tongue to keep from making any more sounds. “That’s g-good.” you managed to squeak out before his increased speed and new position rendered you speechless.

“Cum for me, darlin’,” he whispered into your ear. “Cum for me.”

“I’m so...close.” you arched your back and tilted your head back into the dirt. “Please, don’t stop. God, never stop.”

Before either one of you could say another thing, Bull pounded into you hard, pushing you over the edge and causing your whole body to spasm and shake as the waves of ecstasy coursed through you. “B-Bull.” his name spilled from your lips much like cigar smoke did from his.

As Bull reached his own orgasm, he acted quick and flipped the two of you over so that he didn’t collapse onto you and completely crush you. With him on his back and you resting on his chest, both of you gasping for air, the two of you laid there for a while under the stars of the night.

“I think I might have to clean that wound out again.” you sighed as you caught sight of the beads of sweat dripping down Bull’s forehead and mixing with the new dirt that had somehow become lodged in the once clean gash.

Bull wiped some of the sweat away with the back of his hand. “Only if you sit in my lap while you do it.”

“Deal.”

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