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weebsinstash · 11 months

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Ok no I'm not done being weird yet, here's another idea for the marriage canon event stuff

Miguel and other Spiders are getting on your ass about, "oh, how old are you now? Why aren't you looking for a husband yet? Why are you spending so much time here?" And are, you know, your friends who love you and for your own good are trying to get you to complete your canon so you, you know, LIVE, but the way you see it is, being forced to do something like that and sacrifice yourself like that isn't living. You're not going to actively pursue and seek out a relationship, you want one to happen naturally, and nothing has felt natural to you and you're afraid of being hurt like that, of being rejected, of opening yourself up to someone and not being good enough, but, O'Hara and the Society don't really want to hear that. It's escalating over time. Little comments here and there, people randomly interjecting their personal anecdotes about their family and their kids into the conversation, "oh this is just like when me and Mary Jane--" "oh my kid loves this flavor, she gets so excited, I like to be naughty and get her these as a treat"

So you reach the point where you're fed up. This is so massively fucking inappropriate of them. There's no "set age" for this kind of thing so why are they harassing you like this, acting like, oh, you gotta hurry and pursue shit right now, it's for your own good? It's just pissing you off and pushing you away. You love traveling to different dimensions and exploring new places and experiencing things that are literally out of this world but if the trade-off for that is constantly being badgered with this stupid narrative of having to sacrifice yourself, you'll happily go home and break canon and die, because at least you'll be truly living and making a choice

So anyways to get to the meat of this post: you've decided you're leaving the Spider Society and you're not going to talk to any of these bitches anymore, just haven't fully decided on when, but like, you're literally thinking within the next week, but you're still, there. And one day you're in the lobby, trying to stand around because you're supposed to go on some sort of stupid assignment, Peter B and Jess with you, the parents talking about baby stuff as you roll your eyes and Peter suspiciously needs you to keep holding Mayday until you're literally refusing, "just put her on the ground or something, you let her climb on walls and shit anyways"

And because you're in the lobby, this big open space with tons of people passing through, suddenly in walks Miguel with. Another Miguel, completely unrelated to the mission you and the others are about to do, kind of just bumping into each other as they pass through. Miguel2 just got scouted by his counterpart that he met during chasing an anomaly, and they're getting to know each other, and at some point Miguel2 is like "can my wife come too 🥺👉👈 she's also a Spider and I can't be here without her" and everyone is a little confused because there's supposed to be the whole only 'one Spider per dimension' rule besides like family, like Peter and Mayday, and you'll just never guess whose alternate universe variant is his wife :) another you comes bounding in wearing casual baggy clothes but looks so radiant and happy, all "hubby 🥰" as she kisses her husband, you're just awkwardly sending glances to 'your' Miguel as you two are, understandably feeling awkward because, you're, coworkers, and here are two people who look exactly like you being all lovey dovey "princesa 🥰" "guapito 🥰"

This other you just seems so, VIBRANT and she's introducing herself and shaking hands and she sees Peter B, "oh my god you have a baby, I'm so happy for you, she's so cute!" And she's hugging him, and you watch Peter B's eyes go kind of wide and he looks down, "OH, you're like--" and Other You just kind of laughs and parts her coat, showing off her rounded tummy, "haha yeah, there's a baby in there! Number 3, we're so excited! 🥰" and you're just. Simultaneously feeling some sort of fucked up combination of the most visceral and extreme discomfort you've ever felt in your entire life and also some kind of. Envy. Because she has everything you thought you didn't want and she seems so, SO fucking happy, with a husband who loves her, she clearly loves her babies, and she's being accepted by all of your friends instantly, like they're all gathered around talking as you're just, basically on the outside of the circle, actively putting up distance, only standing around because, uh hey guys weren't we supposed to be doing something--

Your skin is crawling as Other You uses her own watch from her husband to zip back to her own dimension and comes back with her babies on each hip, twins that she's just so happy to introduce to her new friends, who are SUPPOSED to be YOUR friends, "THIS one is Gabriella, and this one is Gabriel. Aren't they so cute? 🥰 theyre both so chunky they almost killed me but it was SO worth it" And once she realizes you're you, or, you're her, she wants to immediately chat you up and be buddy-buddy and goes to hand one of her babies to you and you. Refuse. Absolutely refuse. Suddenly you're the pariah of the group, both Miguels are sending you looks. Why are you being so fucking rude? Just put your arms out??? But you won't. You're just, soul-suckingly disgusted by this entire scenario. Not only is it putting an unspoken pressure onto you, but, seeing this other you be so fucking happy AND accomplishing all the things your "friends" have been badgering you about makes you feel SO indescribably insecure

Fine. Let it be like a revolving door. Another you enters Spider Society, one of you leaves. But you're so bitter and hurt you can't help but get in a jab at her, wanting to tarnish her "fake" happiness, feeling so personally hurt and offended by her very presence and existence in the room. "Hey so wouldn't your babies also be Spiders and have to suffer through the canon events too? And since you don't have any other family members, your kids' canon events might be YOU or Miguel dying? Aren't you glad you gave birth to your kids only to die and leave them without a mom and dad and forever doom them to a narrative where they can never make their own choices and are cosmically destined to be unhappy just because YOU wanted a cute baby? Sorry I guess I'm just built different. Hey remember how when we were little girls and we used to feel like mom only gave birth to us because she wanted someone who would love her and we resented her for bringing us into the world to have such a harsh life, aren't you so happy that's EXACTLY how your kids are going to feel about YOU?"

Mom!You is instantly bursting into tears and holding her little belly for comfort as her husband looks ready to tear you to ribbons, FURIOUS, all the healthy people in the room understandably disappointed and upset with you, like what the FUCK girl, meanwhile you're opening up a portal to your home dimension and just chucking your watch straight into the floor. "Keep this. I won't be coming back" while everyone is kind of dismissive of how truly upset you are, kind of just like "come on, don't be like this 🙄" like you're throwing a tantrum when in actuality you're going home and are seriously considering selling Osborne or Doc Ock all of your radioactive eggs. You'll always be YOU before you're a Spider, and if they want to force you to put The Job above yourself your entire life, they're dead wrong.

Meanwhile after you leave, pulling each other aside for privacy, Miguel2 is asking your Miguel why he's risking breaking his own canon by not wife-ing you up yet and comparing notes from all of the other dimensions where you and him are together as your Miguel is shocked by the sheer number of same occurrences. Miguel is all on about, "what does this even mean, we're from entirely different dimensions", and Miguel2 over here just unapologetically, "so? My wife is also from another dimension, I just took her, she got used to it, it's totally fine bro, it's canon, just do it, just do whatever you want. it's fine bro I'M TELLING YOU--" and maybe even Mom!You is so, sucked into her own "it's ok I was initially forced into this because I'm happy now" world that she's even advocating, "oh gosh if I was her I'd be SO lonely, hearing how you two aren't even that close, especially not anymore, and you've all been avoiding her, and she doesn't even have a baby to care for and give her love 🥺 most 'me's are at least dating right now, so, i bet she's feeling so much pain, she NEEDS YOU right now 🥺"

Peter B is sent to give you another watch and tell you, it's ok, you can come back, they promise they're not gonna bug you about dating and stuff anymore, and you're just all "nah, I'm ok! :) you can keep it :) I've had enough of you guys :) dont let the door hit your ass on the way out :)" meanwhile Miguel 1 and 2 are comparing strategies, "see, when MY wife was refusing to come back to me, what I did was..."

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #like maybe hes always felt drawn to you and was holding himself back and then he learns youre canon and like?#hes like Oh Ok so theres a reason im like this. its totally normal and ok i feel this way :) and its like nah dude youre a lil crazy...

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body-face-words · 2 months

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Let's look into "Maybe I should've married Michael Sheen" and "And he's my lover!"

Thank you @killerqueen-82 for providing the links!

I made gifs of these two instances slowed down and zoomed in to see them better, but tumblr is not letting me upload them so here they are.

Starting with David:

In the video, you can see him think, staring off for a split second and answering with 'maybe I should have married Michael sheen.

He pushes himself back, resting on the chair, shuffles, and crosses his legs. In previous interviews, he crosses his legs because he's getting comfortable and shuffling around. That's normal for him, but when we take his face into account, this action has more meaning behind it.

He's aware of what he's saying and probably thinks he's said too much. His lips are pursed, eyes opens, brows raised as leans away while crossing his legs.

His eyes are wide with a serious look on his face. His mouth is in a straight line, with the corners horizontal. This wasn't meant to be funny or a joke. Like in other events, he shuts himself off before anymore comes out.

The wide opened eyes are because he's (consciously or unconsciously) trying to watchout for any threats/danger OR trying to get his point across (look into my eyes, I'm saying the truth). His leg crossed and arm went in front of him in a defensive position. I don't think he was protecting himself from the audience or the person next to him. It's most likely something personal. Shielding himself from what he said because he feels vulnerable.

David then looks down, takes a breathe in trying to soothe himself, thinks and continues with his answer.

Overall, Davids reaction to his answer is of caution. It was not a joke or something he found amusing/funny. It's something that made him feel vulnerable in some way, yet decided to say it anyways.

This takes place from 7:15 - 7:29

Michael is more telling on his face than body. His legs/feet shuffle, plays/grips the bottle cap.

Outright, he is ticked off about not knowing this information.

Michael during this section of the interview, snaps his head 4 times in total. This action is usually done when anger, disbelief, or astonishment is felt out if nowhere.

For example, when someone tells you information about your bestest friend in the world that you had no idea about. You'll probably be confused as to why your best friend didn't share that with you, then maybe be annoyed/pissed off that they didn't.

Michaels last smile is fake. It's stiff and his movements, especially his head, are sharp and snappy. His cheeks don't reach his eyes, causing them to become smaller which means a forced smile was made. When he first looks off, his thinking with a smile, then second before"he never mentioned that" his smile stiffens and falls. His instant reaction was think and put a good face on.

When he says "and he's my lover" Michael grips the bottle cap he has in his left hand. Not knowing this information really did throw him off. After stating the David is his lover, Michael takes a drink from his water. It could be that he was thirsty or unconsciously stopping himself from talking. Drink or eating is also something done to calm ourselves down, whether we're aware of it or not.

Michaels tone is playful and, the best way I can describe it is stiff/rigid. Playing it off and not making a big deal. The body flinch (an instant reaction done usually without thinking) at the end is kind if like a kid when they say "its mine!" and stop their foot or shake their arms up and forth. Or it could also be disbelief "He's my lover! Why didn't he mention this?"

Edit: I forgot to mention! The knee squeeze has different meaning - excitement, control of energy, and (this next one doesn't apply to Michael here but I'll include it) nervousness/protection.

Neither of them, from my point of view and analysis, neither was joking about what they stated.

David was serious and his micro expressions and body language only transmitted seriousness and defensiveness while Michael was more ticked and trying to play it off.

Neither of them took the idea of being in a relationship with the other as a joke or something to amuse other people. Perhaps Michael waa trying to play it off as a joke, but it makes me doubt with how personal he took this.

#david tennant #michael sheen #im baCk

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olderthannetfic · 6 months

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Can I poke the bear for a moment and get angry? Because I'm seeing "posting as activism" more and more in fandom spaces, and tonight I saw a post that made me lose it.

There is a post about (current events) going around that says, "full offense, but in this time, your own comfort doesn't fucking matter, you should be uncomfortable about things that are happening, and I hope you can fucking live with yourselves if you are quiet. It takes five seconds to retweet or reblog, fuck your aesthetic, fuck your anything aesthetic."

And my god. How dare they.

Yes, there is severely fucked up shit happening. Yes, people should be aware that people are being killed. Yes, there are people who are just shrugging about it and pissing off. But how does reblogging a post certify someone as Good or Bad? How does this person know that someone hasn't already helped out meaningfully in some way, or is still helping out, but on other websites? How does this person know that someone isn't barely holding on by the skin of their teeth, and they would have a mental breakdown if they got closer to any more stressful things?

I know a multitude of people, including myself, who have recently either needed to call lines, check into facilities, move back in with their parents, or go on medication because of how insane things have become in their own lives. How does this person not understand that blogging; being on tumblr; engaging in fandom, having a small space that someone can control in its entirety, is a reprieve for people who are already at their wit's end outside of that space? And that's okay.

(We are not doing the relative privation shit in this house. I refuse to entertain that.)

Ironically, by insisting that people participate in sharing posts when they're already stressed and exhausted, that's a surefire way to make their problems worse, and potentially prevent them from acting helpfully in the future because suddenly, their exhaustion turns into full-blown burnout. That's how it works. Professionals tell you to dial things back if you are too overwhelmed. There is a reason for that. There is a limit to how much people can mentally process and handle. Compassion fatigue exists. For a lot of us, we are already at our limit. We need space to relax, and not have arbitrary obligations thrown on us. That is not our fault, it is not a character flaw, it does not mean we are bad people. And just because horrific things are happening elsewhere, it does not mean we can, or should, stop taking care of ourselves first. Yes, it feels shitty to think, "you know what, I can't reblog this". You bet your ass that I and my friends feel guilty about not being able to engage as much as we think we should, but that is how it goes. I can put my head underwater for a bit. But I cannot keep my head underwater forever. I will drown.

Not to mention the obvious part: guilt-tripping people to the extent of implying they are somehow contributing to genocide, just because they won't reblog a post, and implying they should not be able to live with themselves if they do that, is beyond revolting.

I am angry, and I am not sorry.

So many of those kinds of posts—and they turn up during every set of horrific real world events—sound like people who are in a country far away from the events, diaspora at most but probably just randos, venting their impotent rage because it's the only way they can feel productive in a situation where nothing they can do is productive.

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normal-internet-user · 1 year

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shaking at a frequency that could shatter glass I know I've been here not too long ago, but. please.

h—headcanons..,, maybe...?? f-for.

Peepaw/Dad!Leo with an adopted child!reader...,, please...,... i-i need some Dad fluff with this tortuga. this overgrown hard-shell melon. this- this. (gestures vaguely) y'get me?

he's so Dad shaped. he's so fond and just radiates safety and warmth and affection and ugghhhghhh i just KNOW he'd be the best dad EVER. nay, he IS the best dad. (pseudo) sibling Casey attests to it.

(⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠) i think i'm actually going to lose my mind . the Clan as uncles/godparents/aunties. grandpa splinter. sweet brother Casey. it takes a village to raise a kid, they say.

do you see my vision here mate? as always, only if you want to ☜⁠ ⁠(⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) & if you do? just .. go ham. if anything strikes you, PUT IT IN THERE. I NEED TO HEAR IT FROM OTHER PEOPLE TOO . (/lh)

This seems appropriate to celebrate me finishing the Rise movie (I am still emotionally unwell this is me coping) I shall grant you headcanons my dearest darling /p

PEEPAW LEO AS AN ADOPTIVE FATHER

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Let me start this off by saying that this man-

This man is best dad.

He finds a lost child?

'Tis his child now.

You are his child now.

Casey?

He's ecstatic.

NEW SIBLING LES GO

Especially since you're younger than him,

(Not by much, maybe afew months)

Casey makes it his life mission to protect you at all costs.

His favorite thing to do is hold your hand and lead you around.

Leo is so so good at being a dad.

I mean look as CJ,

He's got this ok?

Feeling clingy?

He'll hold you until you want him to put you down.

Nightmares?

That's ok kiddo, come curl up next to Papa, he'll keep all those monsters away.

When you get older, you are not going anywhere without him, Casey, or anyone else.

It's not safe, and the same rule applies to CJ.

So you guys go on lots of scouting missions together.

You two may as well be twins, you never go anywhere without the other.

Sometimes, you and Casey will be sent to scout really last minute,

And Leo won't be notified until you two are gone.

Whenever this happens he gets super pissed off and worried because those are his kids,

He should be the one to give them clearence to leave,

Not some random officer who decided to send you two out.

If one of you ever comes back hurt,

God speed to whomever sent the two of you out.

Leo is mad.

Like, mad-mad.

So are April, Mikey, and Donnie.

Leo would literally fall apart if he lost you or Casey.

He swore to Cass that he'd protect Casey, and he promised himself he would keep you safe.

If he lost either of you he just might completely fall apart.

Leo's busy, he's running a resistance afterall,

So he can't keep eyes on you all the time.

That's why the Hamato's take turns.

Leo's in a meeting?

Let's meditate with Master Michelangelo.

Oh he's busy too?

Time to visit Uncle Tello's lab.

Can't find him?

Well where's Commander O'neil?

Can't find her either?

Welp, enjoy the meeting, cause you're stuck there now.

Play rock paper scissors or somethin idk.

If you're around before Splinter passes, he spends alot of time around you.

He's always wanted grandchildren, and he's going to cherish you,

Especially with the world in anarchy.

When you start losing people, it get's hard.

First it was Grandpa Splints,

Then it was Uncle Tello,

Then Auntie April...

Through it all Leo made sure you were ok.

You're just a kid, and you have to grow up in this hellscape?

You've never seen the blue sky, or normal rain,

And everyone you hold close is being ripped away.

That's not fair.

So he does everything he can to make sure you grow up safe and happy.

One of his favorite things to do was tell you and Casey stories of what the world used to be like.

Your favorite is when he describes the stars.

It sounds so amazingly beautiful, shimming lights like glitter sitting up in a blackish blue abyss.

Wow...

After the events of the movie, (you knew it was coming goddammit)

Your first request is to see the stars.

Which is pretty hard since New York is really bright like all the time.

So they took you and Casey to the docks where you would be able to see them best.

You looked up at the sky in absolute awe,

Papa's words would never do the stars justice.

After a minute, you broke down in tears.

It hurt, he promised to be the one to point out the constellations and his younger self doing it just wasn't the same.

Griefing is going to be a really big thing post movie.

In the future, you never really had the chance.

Everything happened so quickly and anytime wasted on griefing could have been a death sentence.

But now, you don't have to watch every corner, you don't have to wake up in fear you'll be alone.

So you grief.

You grief your family, and Casey does too.

Sure, technically they're right outside your room.

But it's not them.

They didn't raise you.

When Leo sends you and Casey back in time,

You took it much worse than Casey, who was focused on completeing the mission.

Sure, you wanted to stop the Kraang too,

But you missed your dad...

So when you find your family's past selves,

And Leo is being so...

Reckless,

You're angry.

Really angry.

Never in your life had your father acted this way, and Casey needlessly boosting his ego 30 seconds into knowing him wasn't helping.

Through out the movie, Casey needs to remind himself that this Leo isn't your Leo.

You have absolutely no trouble with that.

You come across as cold and angry, which worries your brother since you've never been like this before.

The others just assume you're always that way.

But you're not,

And acting like this makes you hate yourself.

You're grappling with the loss of your dad, and the fact that you might fail to do what you were sent here to in the first place.

Casey pulls you aside and gives you a talk.

He understands that your hurting,

He is too,

But this isn't about the two of you.

This is about saving the world and stopping the Kraang.

After that, you can hurt all you want.

That talk ended with you sobbing into Casey's shoulder, practically collapsing to the ground while you clinged to him and begged him not to leave you too.

Aight imma hit ya with the sandwich technique.

Fluff, angst, fluff.

Boom.

When you were a kid,

You had a habit of collecting anything shiny.

Old coins, jewelry, even just shiny rocks.

If it glimmered, you wanted it.

So whenever Leo had to leave the base, he always came back with something shiny for you to add to your hoarde.

He liked to compare you to a crow, and you asked what a crow was.

Right, raised in the apocolypse.

Sure there were plenty of birds around,

But they weren't.... normal.

So Leo explained what a crow was, and that they liked to collect shiny things.

You understood, but you wanted to know what one looked like,

So you went to Uncle Tello and asked if he could show you what a crow looks like.

He showed you, and immediatly you took to the comparison proudly.

You were like a crow!

Mikey liked to put on little shows for you and all the other children that lived in the base.

Making animals and such out of his ninpo.

Your favorite were the birds, the rabbits too.

But the best was the butterflies, which he also used to help you and Casey fall asleep.

They'd flutter around you room kinda like a nightlight.

I also like to imagine that when you and Casey start scouting, you get in trouble for fucking around.

Mostly making stupid bets for your shiny things.

Casey would collect shiny things just to make these bets.

Usually it was simple stuff, like who can throw a rock the farthest,

But even stuff like that could get both of you killed.

Neither of you really listened until one day,

You're making your bet like usual,

And the building you were scouting out wasn't as empty as you thought.

The two of you nearly fell to your deaths, luckily Casey managed to grapple the two of you to safety.

But after that, you had a major fear of heights, and Leo didn't let the two of you out of his sight for a while.

He made sure to scold the two of you when you returned that day,

Before hugging you and telling you how scared he was for a second.

Leo has no problem with you and Casey being included in meetings,

Honestly he prefers it.

If you two are gonna go running around scouting, you should know what's going on.

You'll have the occasional adult who thinks you and Casey are incompitent because of your age,

And that you shouldn't participate in meetings.

But Leo puts that to rest pretty quickly.

"If they can go out, and risk their lives on missions, they can attend the meetings." He'd say.

Leo loves you with his heart and soul.

If anything happened to you, he'd fall apart.

Sometimes he just needs you to have little sleepovers with him, that way he knows you're safe and sound.

He just wants to protect you.

You're his kid,

And he loves you

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I wrote this while listening to anarchy by egg, and damn that song fits.

This one is LONG that's my bad, I got alittle carried away :^

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devillime · 5 months

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Okay I’d like to talk about the treatment of the side characters and how empty the world feels so this is not proof read or anything this is a rant

Firstly

The world

We know that other students are there i understand that making a game takes time but for crying out loud the whole world of devildom feels so empty and yes we have the Little D’s but they are mainly in the castle with barbatos so they are practically diavolo servants like barbatos and even the recent event we are helping barbatos with serving nobles

NOBLES

Which is just baffling to me because games like arcana twilight that came out after obey me and are clearly inspired by obey me at least feels alive do we see full body sprites no of course not but we this

We can see what the characters look like to get a better understanding of how they look yet in obey me nothing really now I know if I remember CORRECTLY Nightbringer will be a continuation of the original game but it’s honestly stupid how a game like a obey me that been out longer than arcana twilight feels so empty

I’m asking for but if you want to write a good story and make me fee apart of it then take a moment to let us explore how the world works on OUR own.

Secondly

The side characters

Don’t get me wrong I love the brothers but I also love the side characters just as much but it’s ridiculous on how little screen time they have now is crazy not to mention the treatment of the new characters

First diavolo HES THE FUTURE KING OF HELL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD I believe he should get enough screen time but no the devs go against it

And before anyone say “well originally the side characters weren’t dateable” I only started playing after they were dateable but are doing some research the “side characters” have been dateable for a good while to the point they technically be considered they are perusing the mc minus Luke

So why are they still getting shit on by the devs? Probably because when most people think of the game they think of the brothers but honestly which character peaked your interest before playing the game because for me it was diavolo

And don’t get me started on the new characters this is more of a pet peeve with the fandom but why do you guys mischaracterize Mephistopheles and Raphael? Raphael has a similar if not same personality as belphie yet a lot of people say belphie is being cute while Raphael is being rude and Mephistopheles I’m sorry Lucifer fans but think of it from Mephistopheles perspective I’d be piss to if I was born to practically be someone right hand man only to get cased aside for something new?

A lot of you guys had mischaracterize thirteen when she came out but the devs oh god we barely seen thirteen and Mephistopheles in Nightbringer now Raphael I can kinda understand but the two that are in devildom with us don’t show up? That’s a joke like seriously

At this point why did they add them if they don’t appear as much hell I dare say obey me could have been a yandere otome game where the brothers became yandere after making a pact with the mc and the side characters like Solomon and Mephistopheles noticed this and try and help us but Solomon can’t tell Simeon and Luke because another war might break out again

But that’s all I have to say I brought up the world building or lack of in the official obey me server and people seem to say “but it be more pressure on the devs” I get that but this game gets a lot of money and I’m pretty sure it’s more pressure if they can’t keep the story straight because after lesson 40 I’m pretty sure we all have questions

And please PLEASE LET US SEE THE SIDE CHARACTERS MORE IN THE ANIME PLEASE

Rant off

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tcfactory · 1 month

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Been thinking about MoShang and the question of how they would handle SQH ascending, because depending on how the world works (which we don't really know based on canon tbh) the heavens might be a completely separate plane of existence you can't easily come back from if at all. Also what about BingQiu? Bingge or Bingmei, he would raze everything to the ground, kill everyone and salt the earth if he got separated from his Shizun.

I know the easy answer is MBJ's teleportation powers or SQH pulls some author nonsense, but hear me out:

Heavenly demons are called that because they were originally kicked out of heaven. Probably primordial deities of sorts. So technically it should be possible for them to ascend again.

So clearly the best way to make MBJ eligible for ascension is to turn him into a heavenly demon. Do they borrow the heavenly aspect from LBH who can ascend either as a heavenly demon or just a regular cultivator? Do they go through a bunch of wacky hijinks ft. TLJ? (“It’s a bit like mold, divinity. You only need to give a little and if the target cultivates the right way it will spread and he will become a proper heavenly demon over time. I’ll help him get started!”) Who knows, I haven't thought that far, this idea starts and ends with 'what if heavenly demon MBJ ascending with his husband?' actually.

Also if they decide that LBH should ascend through his heavenly demon ancestry, then he would need to actually better himself and sort out all his insane neuroses which sure would be An Event. Shen Yuan trying to very belatedly instill Good Morals (any kind of morals, really) in his husband would be a trashfire. MBJ can cultivate towards detachment or something, he has the temperament for it, but LBH can't and it would bug him so much that MBJ is beating him in something. All the while TLJ is giving Advice (Wrong Answers Only) from the sidelines because he put off trying to ascend until ZZL gets reincarnated, but that doesn't mean he can't be involved in the proceedings and have fun.

And once they are all gods there can be some extra shenanigans, because I always thought that it must be one hell of a time to sort the twelve peak lords/new gods out and this batch comes with two extra. Transmigrator and Airplane reveal? Sure, why not. Shen Jiu waiting for them there because he lived Shen Yuan's life (got all the therapy he needed, bettered himself and worked off his karma) and then the universe short circuited and he got pulled back here ages ago and he's kinda pissed that his martial siblings took this long? Hell yes (QiJiu are my blorbos, Do Not Separate).

Just a whole pile of "We ascended to heaven and it was only a medium-sized disaster, actually".

#svsss #tc writes

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As Real As It Gets

Pairing: Kung Lao x ProWrestler!Fem Reader

Summary: Much like her older brother Johnny Cage, the reader finds fame and glory in the professional wrestling industry, becoming friends with Johnny's new friends after becoming an Earthrealm champion and finding a connection with Kung Lao...

Requested by: @kombatkid (I hope you enjoy it!)

Warnings: Kung Lao is a sweetie pie in this (Lol, it's just fluff!)

Word Count: 1.3k

"Come on, sis! You got this!"

"Yeah! Come on!"

Coming from a small farm town, I thought I'd never make it this far. Many people told me I was a joke for wanting to be a professional wrestler. However, after seeing my older brother, Johnny, make it as a megastar in Hollywood, I found the motivation to chase my dream and succeed.

On the grandest stage of them all, in the main event with the women's world championship on the line, it was undeniably the roughest match I've had in my career; I had already gone an hour in this match, on my back, and trying to breathe as my opponent was down as well, but Johnny and my friends cheering me on gave me the strength I need to jump back up.

The crowd was going nuts as my opponent made it back to her feet as well, but I was a step ahead of her, the commentary screaming as I hit my finisher:

"I think we will have a new champion tonight because that girl just got CAGED!"

No one has ever kicked out of my finisher while climbing up to this moment, my opponent no different as the referee counted to three, the bell ringing and everyone losing it, bringing me to tears as I heard the announcer:

"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEW Women's World Champion, Y/N CAGE!"

Fireworks and confetti started popping off, and I was on top of the world, climbing to the top turnbuckle with the title high in the air, smiling brighter than ever as I heard Johnny over the roaring crowd:

"HELL YEAH! THAT'S MY BABY SISTER!"

His screaming made me giggle a little, seeing that he was live streaming, of course, and the person next to him caught my attention:

"Knew you'd win, Y/N!"

Kung Lao.

Johnny dragged him along, seeing Raiden came too, but my eyes stayed locked into Lao's as I reminisced momentarily.

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"I understand why Lord Lui Kang chose Johnny. He is a martial artist, but isn't professional wrestling fake?"

"Fake?!" I scoffed at Lao; He just had to say the one thing that pissed me off most.

Johnny had to show me everything after meeting all of them, and it was mind-blowing but fun as we all shared a love for combat. I intended to show Lao some of my skills by offering a sparring session during a workout just for him to say that.

"Isn't it?" Lao pestered, not believing that it was a serious and physically demanding sport, also not knowing that I, much like Johnny, also knew martial arts.

"I don't know," My tongue clicked, catching him off guard, jumping into a head scissors, spinning around his body, and flipping him to the ground with a good grip on his arm, keeping him in an armbar that I could've easily broke his arm with, "Was that fake, Kung Lao?"

"N-No," He swallowed, shocked but starting to smile up at me, "That was very impressive! As real as it gets!"

"Going to take me seriously now?" That was more of a warning as I twisted his arm, not even putting much pressure, but he was quickly spitting out:

"Yes! Of course!"

"Hahaha!" I laughed, letting go and standing up, leaning in his face and booping his nose, "You better if you know what's good for you."

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Since that day, we had this connection and became great friends. He even learned more about wrestling so he could talk to me about it, which warmed my heart.

Now that the cameras weren't rolling, I jumped out of the ring and over the barricade to hug Johnny, on top of the world as he squeezed and cheered:

"I knew you could do it, sis! I'm so proud."

"Thank you," I smiled, sniffling as I went to Lao next, his hug even more embracing than Johnny's, the passion I felt in it making me tear up more, out of happiness, having to hide my flustered smile as Lao whispered in my ear:

"Congratulations, champ. I'm proud of you, too."

I didn't know what it was about Lao's words that made my heart skip beats; I tried to hide my nerves by picking my head up with a smile, teasing Lao and Raiden:

"Thanks. Surprised you two left the academy."

"We wouldn't miss this for the world, Y/N," Lao smiled into my eyes, my cheeks heating, needing to take my eyes off him, traveling to Raiden as he smiled:

"That was incredible! Congratulations."

"Go have fun with the crowd," Johnny encouraged, snapping a picture with me before winking, "We'll meet you in the back."

Nodding, I was actually talking to Lao as I batted my lashes and smiled:

"See you back there."

One thing that also led to my success was my fans, so I did as Johnny said and celebrated with them. It was undoubtedly the best night of my life. The fans wouldn't stop cheering even after I exited, my coworkers congratulated me in the back, and my emotions returned as I had an interview.

I knew tonight would be wild as I heard Johnny in the back mentioning a party I was ready for. After getting showered and changed, I couldn't stop smiling at the title that was now around my waist, exiting the locker room while staring at it till I heard:

"Hey, Champ."

"Kung Lao," I smiled at him, flashing my title, "I'm never going to get tired of hearing that."

"Always be proud," He smiled back, holding my shoulder, "You earned it."

"Thank you again," I breathed in, ready to take on the night, "You coming to the party Johnny has planned for me?"

"Of course, it has to stay lively somehow," He joked, both of us laughing, but my eyes fixed on his hand reaching into his pocket, "But there's something that I'd like to give you first if that's okay?"

"What is it?" I nodded, heart fluttering again as he pulled out a small box, opening it and revealing a beautiful opal gemstone circled in by smaller, sparkling stones. The most gorgeous necklace I'd ever seen.

"I know that it's nothing like a world title, but-" He was nervous for a change, taking a step closer and gazing deeply into my eyes, "I think it fits you, and I wanted to give you more than just a congratulations."

"I love it," I meant graciously, smiling at the opal stone shining against the light, my breaths quiet but quick as he took the necklace by its clasp, only an inch away from my cheek as he put it on me, picking his head up as it sat perfectly in the middle of my chest, whispering:

"I knew it'd look beautiful on you."

That made my cheeks so warm that I couldn't look at him, smiling down at the necklace and whispering back:

"I adore it so much, Lao."

I wanted to keep telling him how much I appreciated his gift; I was so grateful but unsure what words to use. So, I hugged him instead. There was something about it feeling so right as he hugged me back, his arms wrapped around my waist with mine around his neck.

"I'm glad that you love it," Squeezing a little, I finally fell into the pool of confidence that I had, kissing his cheek softly, teasing with a whisper:

"Who knew that you were such a sweetie pie?"

Something must've rushed through him, my small peck and words having him squeezing me a bit harder, much more confident than me as his lips found mine, the soft touch sending me head over heels and taking my breath away.

"I'd like only you to know that," He whispered as our lips parted; our attention diverted as we heard from a hall:

"And all you Cage-oholics, stay tuned because this party train is going all night!"

Shaking my head at Johnny's words, I knew we didn't have much more time alone there. Quickly locking my eyes back into Lao's, kissing one last time:

"I like the sound of that."

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x y/n #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat fluff #mortal kombat oneshot #kung lao #kung lao x reader #kung lao x y/n #kung lao imagine #kung lao fluff #kung lao oneshot #request #read and enjoy

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I wanted to ask because I find you have really good takes on arknights ships most of the time so I’m genuinely curious what the deal with PlatiNearl is. I don’t remember them interacting much in the Kazimierz events and I assume the ship is popular because they were some of the only kazimierz operators from when Arknights started. You don’t have answer if you don’t want to of course, but I want to know what it is about the ship that you like if you wouldn’t mind explaining

Huh. I don't believe I've talked about ships that much, but I was originally baited by the Near Light 3D PV. They played up a sort of rivalry or climactic showdown between Ideal Knight and Knight-Assassin... only for them to never exchange a single word in any event. Needless to say, I was disappointed. Though it wouldn't be the first time. Also NLPT isn't really popular at all, at least in EN.

Regardless, it did get me thinking about the potential. Even if they don't say anything to each other directly, Platinum does have a voice line about Nearl, and her operator record has Nearl show up in her dream. Also Plat's whole deal is that she's assigned by the Armorless Union to keep an eye on Nearl.

On the surface it's knight and knight-killer, positions that are fundamentally opposed and can never truly meet on the horizon as the KGCC has a hold on both. One is stuck in darkness, the other in light. Nearl (at first) wears mostly black, Platinum is all white. Nearl is pretty old-fashioned, Plat is a bit of a fashionable girl. Nearl is serious and disciplined, Plat is casual and wants to coast by on life. Nearl has a hidden dorky side to her personality while Plat, despite her lackadaisical nature, enjoys simple frivolous pleasures. They're pretty clear opposites.

It's no secret that Platinum hates knights. According to her, they’re either muscle-headed jocks or self-obsessed assholes (and she knows what she’s talking about; she was one of them) What pisses Plat off the most about Nearl is that Nearl is neither. Nearl is what a knight SHOULD be and Platinum is just astounded that after all these years, after all this time, she’s acting like being a knight actually means something. It pisses her off so much because why? To run the risk of being left behind by stubbornly clinging to what some might call outdated ideals... deep down, I think she can’t help but admire Nearl too. There's something admirable about believing in the romanticism of true knights in a world so determined to quash you under its boots. For all she knows, the world has moved on from knights, but Nearl disagrees. There's value in keeping the ideal alive in a world that seemingly dismissed it but is also in desparate need of it. Nearl is not the artificial lights of Kazimierz that Plat is used to, but actual light.

I also want to say that Plat resents Nearl because Nearl had the chance to escape Kazimierz, but came back instead. Plat wants nothing more than to be free from her current life. So to see Nearl willingly return to the place that made her life hell? It’s infuriating. How can she think this rotten country can be fixed, when Platinum herself can't see any light at the end of the tunnel? They're both victims, but how is it that their outlooks are so different?

Pictured: Juxtaposing the symbolism of Nearl standing alone but bathed in light, who's still adored by many, while Platinum stands in shadow, surrounded by others but in reality she has no one and has to fend for herself in a cutthroat organization she hates. Their respective loneliness and isolation...

The events reveal that Platinum is quite compassionate. She didn't become an assassin to kill people; rather, she was coerced into it by someone taking advantage of her emotions. Yes, her job is to monitor Nearl, but she doesn't want to hurt her. She sees that Nearl has been away from her family and just wants her to be with them, likely projecting her own feelings of being estranged from her own parents.

This is more going into extrapolation of their characters and circumstances, but yes, Platinum kidnapped and threatened Maria to use as leverage but I have to wonder if Nearl would actually hold that against her should she learn about Plat having been manipulated into a job she desperately wants to leave. Also I think just based on Nearl’s voice lines about not pursuing enemies and giving them another chance to change their life trajectory, she’d feel sympathetic for Plat’s situation if she ever learned that she was tricked into it and couldn’t easily leave.

I just really like the idea of a slow-burn where Nearl herself is actually against Plat at first because of said kidnapping but eventually learns about her situation and how Plat is trapped and miserable. Her distrust and wariness turns to pity and then gradually concern. Nearl’s strong desire to help people compels her to try and find a way if she can help the girl she has mixed feelings about. In Plat's op rec, Nearl's appearance implies that both of them can never truly escape the shadow of the KGCC. If they come calling, Plat will eventually have to answer. Nearl still has to watch her words and actions now that she's back in Kazimierz, otherwise her friends get targeted.

Compare and contrast Nearl the ideal knight who stuck by her morals versus Platinum who just did what she was told under threat of retribution and how they both ended up getting screwed over by the system anyway, the unwinnable Kazimierz competition scene. Alternately, an assassin falling for their mark? That's the stuff of novels. Something that actually happened to Platinum's predecessor, and for her to follow in his footsteps?

NLPT slow-burn because both of them aren’t sure how to feel about the other. Plat avoiding her, it’d be so easy to blame all her problems on Nearl; if she didn’t exist, she wouldn’t be in this predicament. and Nearl always second-guessing Plat’s intentions... I have a scene in my head that’s basically like: too much of their dynamic is rooted in the place that changed their lives for the worse. But at Rhodes Island, they are not assassin nor knight, but comrades. And as her comrade, Nearl will die for Platinum, if need be. She was willing to die for Firewatch too, despite Firewatch also claiming to despise knights.

#dltext #anonymous #dl talks ak #idk what you mean by 'good takes' lol #half the time i'm just like 'damn liking rarepairs is suffering'#i multship nearl but depending on the day i feel certain pairs more than others #and get smacked in the face just how unpopular they are in comparison #platinum #nearl

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DM Advice: More Than You Can Chew

Time and again I’ll have folks write in with a really solid idea for a big picture campaign concept or third act twist with a request to help bridge the gap between the low levels/start of the campaign and the thing they’re excited for. I love helping these folks, but as someone who looks for structural answers to problems it’s made me think there might be something lacking in how we’re teaching DMs to tell stories.

If I had to break it down into pure fundamentals: The constant guiding theme in any and all adventure or campaign writing is that whatever the party happen to be doing, whether it be hunting monsters, protecting an ally, exploring a ruin, or planning a heist, It’s only a piece of a far larger story. This larger story operates at a greater scale than the party currently has a means of dealing with, initially making them feel like small fish in a big pond and providing a great sense of achievement when they finally do manage to take on the larger threats.

On a Campaign Basis:

When plotting a story arc you should start with a goal, something difficult but conceptually achievable that the party can throw themselves at with cleverness or daredevil bravery. Rescue the Heir, Save the Village, Avert the Disaster, Steal the Jewel. The task is not impossible, but the solution is not obvious requiring them to explore, be crafty, and get inventive. It’s best if they’re invested in accomplishing this goal in some way, so make the stakes personal and resonant with the characters and their desires.

In the background however you’ve got something else cooking, a larger story that the party are only pieces in, a conflict between individuals and forces far larger than they’ve previously dealt with that’s been going on unseen. Start with how the party achieving their initial goal will affect the world: who’s it going to piss off? what tenuous balance does it disrupt? What had to be done to keep that balance in place? Do any of the power players in this arrangement see the party as their opportunity to make a move and so throw their support behind this seemingly innocuous goal? What prices do they extract?

Villains are generally going to be your primary link between the small and large scale stories, but it’s important to set them up correctly; the villains are acting/reacting in relation to the larger story and their actions trod on the lives of the party/the people the party care about. In trying to correct this injustice (if only for selfish reasons) the party gain the villain’s attention/the attention of that villain’s enemies ( though whether they be allies or villains themselves depends on the story) and suddenly find themselves caught up in the events of the larger narrative.

While it’s a good idea to plan the goal based adventure as something the party can objectively “win”, I prefer setting up the background scenario as a delicate sort of jenga tower: things were inevitably going to fall apart but there’s no way to predict how. That’s because your players a) are chaos agents b) have agency, and it’s all about seeing how they choose to act/react in the face of an overwhelming scenario.

The small scale story is about the lives of the heroes/people, where as the larger scale story is about the outcome of ideas/the world. You do the small story first because getting your audience to care about themes and lore is best done through getting them to care about characters first, and then using their plights and passions as a lens to see the bigger picture.

Advice on using this technique on specific adventures under the cut:

You give your party an idea what they’re supposed to be doing, likely in line with the central gameplay pillar. Again, challenging but achievable, they can guess at the steps they’ll need to succeed even if they need to do some prepwork

Be sure to mention specific risks or unknowns that go along with this task, inviting them to take countermeasures or go off the safe path for potential gain.

Figure out some plothooks and emotional appeals: sympathy, greed, amusement, power, fear. Figure out the notes your party best responds to and learn to alternate them between adventures. Playing the same note too many times makes your party not want to bite the plothook.

Do some worldbuilding, whether tying it into existing lore or spinning up some new ideas: Why are things happening this way, why now?

Now figure out the twist, the thing that’s going to happen someway along your adventure that’ll shift the party from predictable challenges to unpredictable ones. Hired to protect a merchant’s valuable cargo along dangerous roads (combat)? Turns out its an enslaved sentient creature destined for a terrible fate, which the party could free at great personal cost ( ethical). Delving the ruin so the local wizard will kit you out with gear (exploration)? Woops, you’ve come back to find his petrified body smashed to bits in what just might be a magical assassination ( mystery).

Flipping the challenge on its head in this way is what makes an adventure memorable as it gives your party that “oh shit” moment that kickstarts their brain into alertness. A twist that’s predictable isn’t a twist, which is why so many “shadowy employer betrayal” adventures fall flat. Likewise, giving them a somewhat predictable challenge at first gives them material to improvise solutions to emergent, unpredictable problems.

It’s always a good idea to figure out what failure looks like for this adventure. Killing the party off is likely to be unsatisfying, but making them live with their mistakes is what makes a campaign into an actual story. Set up npcs who’s lives will be ruined, have the party’s enemies grow in strength, make them lose out on potentially valuable treasure. These not only give weight to your player’s choices but they act as their own plothook later down the line when you give the party a chance to undo what they’ve done.

#DM tools #DM advice #dm tips #dm tip #Dungeons and Dragons #d&d #d&d homebrew #dm starterpack #writing #writing advice #more than you can chew #drafting an adventure #adventure design

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OMG!!! A FELLOW AZUTARA SHIPPER!!

Please please please!!! What are your headcanons for this ship??? Like, how do you think they would meet and feel about each other? What would they feel when they realize they have a crush on the other??? And how do they get together???

And how do they navigate their relationship once they get to confess, considering they are both stubborn and that they would butt heads xD

AAAAAAAA, I wanna know all about it!!!

ok ok azutara headcanons GO:

these are not canon compliant cause we know how they meet and feel about each other and all that in canon lol

- azula isn’t evil by any means! yeah she’s a little bit of an asshole (or maybe a lot), but she was also a kid raised in an abusive household. katara on the other hand is a proud, self-proclaimed lovable asshole.

- they’ve been in the same social circle since they’re both kids of world leaders, but they weren’t fond of each other as kids.

- they forget about each other and meet again years later! when they’re adults, because you will never catch me writing an au where they’re 14. in canon, whatever. but i’m more comfortable writing characters closer to my age! you will also never catch me writing smut btw, it also makes me uncomfy.

- also azula has been in therapy since she became a legal adult and she has a good relationship with zuko because of it.

- so let’s say they meet again when they’re in their undergrad. neither of them recognize each other, both of em think of the other as “the smartass girl from my gen psych class”

- katara’s in bio pre-med but is 100% that girl that has three minors and a certificate in something. probably things like sociology, anthropology, women’s studies, etc.

- azula’s a business major. not by choice. i could definitely see her in something like forensic science or chemistry instead.

- anyways, they have a shared gen ed class and both of em are really into it because they both have mommy issues! which is why when they’re forced to work together on a project they decide they hate each other again.

- they realize that they knew each other in childhood when zuko and sokka walk into the water siblings’ shared apartment while katara and azula are fighting over making a powerpoint.

- katara makes an offhand comment about ozai being an asshole and azula just. loses it. bursts out crying. and katara’s there panicking like “oh my god what do i DO”

- katara ends up comforting azula and opens up about her mom to try and make azula feel less alone in the family trauma department. azula thinks she’s a dumbass but in a tsundere way where she secretly respects katara but won’t admit it.

- after that the two of em start hanging out out of class more often and (shocking, i know) enjoying each other’s presence

- katara realizes she has a crush first. it happens when they go to present their project and katara freezes up out of nowhere (which is so out of character for her) and azula immediately picks up her sentence and helps katara get through her part of the presentation

- so disaster bi katara ends up pining for at least a year because azula’s a dumbass who is subzero in flirting skills and completely oblivious

- azula’s also completely unaware that she’s gay as hell

- so azula realizes that she likes women…no not women…katara…at some sort of banquet where azula’s receiving a scholarship or smth and katara starts cheering for her from the audience (azula was tense, katara lightened the mood)

- so azula’s on stage having her gay awakening like “oh my god i’m in love with this dumbass who’s making a scene at this formal event and oh my god…” and as soon as she gets off stage she grabs katara’s hand and pulls her outside

- katara’s panicking and thinking azula’s pissed and goes to apologize but azula just. kisses her.

- katara’s immediate reaction is “fckin took you long enough”

- azula immediately goes red and is like “kat i realized i was gay less than five minutes ago please let me live”

- and therefore is subject to teasing for the rest of her life. the end.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #katara #azula #azutara #kazula

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Finished Felvidek and had a grand time!

Thought I'd do a lil list of things/moments/details I loved off the top of my head:

gave cursed coffee bean to a chicken and it mutated. Did it for science

game's got some twin peaks vibes, some monty python, a tad of hylics, along it a bunch of other ingredients, but it feels very much its own thing with its own identity

pear man and his daughters deserve the world, wish we hung out more

there's a fight with an invisible enemy, all your attacks miss because your guys can't see shit and I was laughing just imagining Pavol and Matej swinging their swords at nothing hoping to slay the forest fiend. Very Don Quixote, I love it.

the PS1 style cutscenes are sooooo beautiful I love them to pieces, they drip with style and charm. I knew I needed to give this game a go the moment I watched the trailer and was greeted by the cinematics. God I love them so much. And not just the syle but the directing itself, the way shots are framed, god...

I love the character portraits for everyone. There's so much detail and everyone feels unique/like an actual person with distinct features. From the Priest's very punchable face, to Pavol's grin to Josef's sexy ass... From main characters to NPCs to enemy sprites, I love everyone's design and colour coding (don't know if it was intentional but the purple for the cultists was neat, seemed to subtly imply early on that they were being funded by rich folk, since pruple is associated with nobility, power and wealth)

speaking of character design, shout-out to this lil guy, look at him please

Numnut the drunkard my beloved, I recruited him and less than a minute later he fell on flat ground into a nearby river (and drowns???). I reloaded a previous save to see if I could have him in my party a lil longer. I took a different path, got into a fight. "yay I get to see him in action!"- I thought. I used his one special move, called: 'good idea', and Numnut proceeds to punch his own face, dealing 90 damage (not even in the endgame did I deal such high numbers!). THE Character of all time, he drowned again after that and I'll never forget him.

BALLOON IN THE MIDDLE AGES! (possible Andrei Rublev reference? I can dream...)

just, the way things are worded:

cutting people's ears after killing them as spoils (and giving the ears to a maiden, as you do)

there's a quest where you have to cut a man's tattooed buttock to give to another guy, and it's all for nothing, you ruined a man's ass for nothing. I love it. The dialogue during this whole section had me dying.

I love that there's just this guy who lives in the castle's well. And our boy Pavol thinks it's a great idea to throw a bomb in there to make him come out.

this:

there's these lil inisghtful and mournfoul comments on the dead bodies you leave behind. Like, expressing regret at all the senseless violence and death or how cheap life is here. And I'm not sure if it's Pavol or Matej making them. It makes more sense for it to be Matej but I kinda like the idea of it being Pavol's comments, these small moments of introspection and realization in the midst of a drunken adventure. You've been engaging in all the violence while pissed drunk but then after you kill your opponents and look at their corpses... and it's like this sobering moment, before you're back at it with all the merry-making (I also like that a lot of these bodies don't disappear and just remain on screen, and you can see the carnage your guys leave behind in their quest)

the whole adventure felt to me like, this series of odd little events in a knight's life before it's passed down, told by and retold by different people, and after many generations it's been touched up and made more coherent and noble than the clusterfuck it actually was. Before it became a narrative I guess is what I mean

it can get a bit wordy and hard to follow but I really like the old timey way the dialogue is written and its dry sense of humour

there's these little subversions of gaming tropes that I found really fun too! Like as soon as Pavol's wife and your falling out with her is introduced you may expect a reconciliation between the two, or a moment where you have to save her and prove your worth and love to her to win her heart. As you would expect from a story with a knight and a damsel. But no she hates his guts lmao tries to murder him too! (tho I do think Pavol took her in that balloon ride at the end). There's also the fact that I am not allowed to play minigames! Josef wants to play tabletop games but your character always replies no. No minigames for you son! And like, this feels especially catered to me as someone who, more often than not, will dread whenever a game will introduce some sort of card game or the like. I was so happy that wasn't forced on me for once! Couldn't believe it. Kinda felt bad for Josef tho, I'm sorry Pavol doesn't wanna play Pexeso wth you.

the battle animations! I'm particularly fond of the eating porridge one, or the chugging down a bucket of sour cream, and the petard

the little *slaps face* animation

Pavol and Matej as a duo and the whole tavern scene with the two exchanging clothes

the lil moments of humanity where Pavol talks about his broken life and sense of self

the rare moments when Pavol stops grinning

it goes without saying but the art is absolutely gorgeous. Its nostalgic monochrome melancholy speaks to me on a deep spiritual level. Inject it directly into my bone marrow please. Shout-out also to the ost, it fucks and has tons of bangers. The Hrad track, the one that plays on Josef's castle... god... love at first listen, and have been listening nonstop for the last few days now while going on walks.

#went in almost completely blind and had a great time. really nice surprise #Felvidek #my ramblings #videogames

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LOVE BUZZED

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Pair: Jesus Christo x F reader

Fandom: Clone high

Warnings: None

Additional: N/N=nickname, H/S=hairstyle, the teacher name is just a random ass name i came up with, also Gandhi's back😝

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The day started off just as any normal Friday morning would, the halls busseling with the familiar faces of Vlad the Impaler and Napoleon, just the usual.

"Y/N! doesn't today seem like it's gonna be crazy? I mean nothing interesting has happened since the nip slip at the rally last week, somethings gotta be coming y'know?" Frida grabbed her skateboard, leaning against the locker next to yours.

"I don't know, I mean I can't really think of a reason for it to be a special day... Besides that Biology test, by the way, did you get it?"

You asked, refering to the answer key you asked her to steal for educational reasons.

"Of course I did, here" as she hands the answer key over, you slide her a piece of bubble gum, her favorite thing in the whole wide world besides her trusty skateboard.

You were walking to class with Frida slowly skating next to you, how days usually started, that was until an unusual interaction would start a chain of events...

"Heyyyy Y/N..so I know I still owe you that 5 dollars, and I promise I'm working on it! but I need a favor.." Gandhi appeared in front of you, out of nowhere, blocking your path.

rolling your eyes, you thought 'what more could he possibly need' he looked at you with his sad attempt at puppy dog eyes.

"What" you ask blankly, "Well, I need you to meet Joan in the bathroom..." he states. You noticed his nervous stance, he was visibly sweaty, tapping his pointer fingers together, avoiding eye contact.

"Ok, what tim-" immediately you were cut off by being shoved to the girls room "like right now" he blurts. Soon enough you were standing in a stall with Joan.

"Whats up" you asked tiredly, Joan didn't look half as nervous as Gandhi did, probably because she hasn't owed you $5 since the 6th grade.

"Ok, before you judge me, let me explain what happened first!" she says with wide eyes

"Basically, what happened was... "

FLASHBACK

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"Did you hear about that party Catherine the Great's throwing" Gandhi whispered, Abe looked at him quickly, "No? She's throwing a party? When? Is Cleo gonna be there?!" he babbled.

"Probably, but I doubt she'd invite us... Unless we had a way in" Joan smiled to herself, "I have an idea" Joan said.

"Yeah! Last weeks trip was sooooo wild right Gandhi?" Joan exclaimed loudly, Gandhi looked at all the eyes on him and immediately hid himself behind some menus.

"Right Gandhi??" Joan pushed, "O-oh yeah, totally! What did we do? Acid was it?" he yelled, "What are you guys talking about? We didn't do anything last wee-ouch!" Joan kicked Abe in the shin from beneath the table.

"Yeah! Huh thank goodness I brought the stuff!" Joan continues. Now, more than a few eyes were on them, almost the whole diner was looking their direction.

"Oh yeah, I know TONS of dealers!" Joan exclaimed, Catherine looked at her with the biggest smile ever, "You do!?" she overheard Joan talking at the table behind her.

Catherine jumped into the booth next to Joan, "Yeah, I do, why? do you need anything?" asked Joan.

"Yeah I do actually! I don't know if you heard but I'm throwing this party next Friday, and it would be totally lame without something to spice it up" Catherine frowned

"But if you have something, you guys could totally come" she says with a smile, "YES! Yes! We can totally have some by next Friday!" Gandhi declares, while standing on the booth.

"Wait-" Joan could barely get a word out before Catherine interrupted her with a clap, "Cool! You guys are totally invited! Don't forget the stuff or else I'll be totally pissed, anyways, thanks! See you at the party!" Catherine swiftly grabbed her purse and exited the diner.

"Gandhi.... Why would you do that! How are we supposed to get that much weed by next Friday?!" Joan whisper yelled across the table. "Uhhh I don't know... You think she's into me?" he asks, smiling very widely.

"No Gandhi, she's not- never mind that! You realize the entire school is going to be at this party? There's no way we're gonna get it in time!" Joan sighs.

Gandhi gulps, realizing the gravity of is rash decision making, "W-well, I think I know someone"

END OF FLASHBACK

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"So yeah.. That's what happened" Joan sighed, you rubbed your face, the situation already stressing you out to the max

"And you waited till Friday morning to tell me?" you ask. "Well Gandhi wouldn't stop getting all scared to ask you! Just please help me out, I'll do your homework for the whole rest of the year if you do this ONE LITTLE thing for me!" Joan begs.

"I wish I could but I don't even smoke sooo I don't know why Gandhi would even tell you to ask me, I'm sorry but I wish I could-" Joan grabbed your shoulders tightly.

"What do you mean you don't smoke? You mean you know people who do right? Gandhi told me you were close friends with Jesus" Joan panicked.

"What? No I went to middle school with Jesus, but we weren't close, and no, I don't know anyone who does" you tell her.

"Ah! That's it! I'll go talk to Jesus! He'll have something!" she cheered. The more you thought about it, the more you just couldn't shake it, why on earth would Gandhi think you were close with Jesus?

"Hey Joan! Before you go, did Gandhi tell you why he thought Jesus and I were close?" Joan quickly gathered her things before heading out to class.

"He said he talks about you a lot or something, anyways thank you so much! I'll see you at the party tonight right?" she asks,"Yup" and just like that she was gone.

You sat down next to Frida, only a few minutes later than usual. "What was that all about?" Frida whispers over the monotone teacher's lecture.

"It's kind of a long story but basically, Catherine the Great is throwing a party tonight, and Gandhi told her he has a ton of weed that he could take to the party" you explain.

"Ok? So what does that have to do with you?" Frida asks, "Well, the problem is Gandhi doesn't have any weed, so he asked me if I had anything because... Because apparently he thought I was 'close' with Jesus" you say.

"Jesus Christo?" she looks at me shocked, "Yeah, isn't that weird? Joan said he talks about me a lot or something" you say.

"Huh weird, maybe he likes you!" Frida teases,"No way! Shut up" you giggle "Anyways, we're going to that party right?" Frida asks, "Oh for sure" you smile, fist bumping Frida.

"Kahlo, L/N, something you wanna share?" Mr Bonner asks, Frida only pops a bubble loudly in response. "Alrighty" Mr Bonner moves on quickly.

LUNCH TIME

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"Why did you tell me that she knew a guy?" Joan quizzed, Gandhi rubbed his head "Well it's not my fault! Jesus won't shut up about some girl in English! Maybe it wasn't her!" Gandhi sighed, "We're totally not gonna make it to that party huh" he whined.

"We will as soon as you go talk to Jesus-" Joan starts, Gandhi stands up triumphantly, "That's it! I'll go talk to Jesus!" he says, walking towards his table.

"Almost like that's what I just said" Joan sighs while putting a spoonful of peas into her mouth.

Jesus was sitting pretty deep into the cafeteria, with a group of other stoner kids, he was surprisingly sober. "Hey, can I talk to you... Alone" all the laughing stopped immediately.

"Of course homes, whats going on?" he asks with his usual fluid voice, ending up in the hallway together, Gandhi began to explain the circumstance he found himself in.

"You smoke weed right?" Gandhi awkwardly asks, "'Course I do homes"... "Well uh, I'm kind of in a tough spot.. You see I kinda...overestimated... And I’m gonna need some- a lot of weed actually, I can pay you! I just- please man" Gandhi explains.

Jesus hums to himself, "oohhh I see, you promised someone a lot of stuff but then you actually didn't have anything but you need it cuz if you don't they'll get all angry? I been there before homes I been there" he says.

"So you'll help me?! Thanks man! You have no idea-" Gandhi's cheers were quickly interrupted, "Ehh I would, tch but I'm fresh out homes, and my plugs outta town" Jesus shrugs.

"Dude! Are you serious right now?!" Gandhi whines, "Stone cold homes" Jesus says bluntly, Gandhi whines loudly.

Jesus laughs loudly, "Haha! You shoulda seen your face homes! You were all like uuughhhhhh!" he laughs. "Wait so you were joking?" Gandhi looks up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Of course man, but I'll only help you on one condition ey" Gandhi looks at him, he would do absolutely anything to get laid at this point, "Whatever it is, I'll do it just tell me who I have to kill-"

"Woah relax, take a hit! You say you'll do anything ey?" Jesus holds out his pinky finger, "Anything" Gandhi pinky promises.

"That was a pinky promise homes, that means it's sacred ey, if you break it, something bad will happen, something very very bad" he puts his arm around Gandhi.

Gandhi gulps, "Of course man!" he says nervously, having absolutely no idea what he's getting himself into.

"Alright alright, I want you to set me up with that one super hot chick with the H/S, Y/N, man I had my eye on her since middle school homes, I just been too scared to talk to her and you pinky promised so now you have to homes" Jesus smiled

Gandhi was relieved it wasn't something as bad as he thought it would be, but don't get him twisted it was still a very difficult feat.

"Y/N?" Gandhi asks, Jesus pulls his wallet out, he fumbled with it for a moment before unfolding a yearbook page, he slid his finger down the page before reaching her picture.

The yearbook page had been from years before, it was a middle school picture of you, braces gleaming embarrassingly bright, almost popping off the page.

"Ooohh Y/N?! You have a crush on Y/N!?-" Jesus put his hand over Gandhi's Mouth almost immediately, "Shhh ey be quiet homes! Not so loud!" Jesus said.

Gandhi nodded, "ooooohhh I got you man! Your secrets safe with me! You won't regret it!" Gandhi led Jesus out the back door of the school, not to be seen by a single soul.

END OF SCHOOL DAY

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"Do you wanna come over?" you ask Frida, "Nah, I'll skate home today, see you at the party" Frida says her goodbyes before skating away.

Who wouldn't be excited for a party, today was the best day ever!

Oops, spoke too soon...

"Aw come on! Are you kidding me!" the tires were slashed, absolutely demolished, "Well it looks like I'll be getting a ride... Hey Joan! Can I ride with you! My tires are slashed!" you yelled over to the red headed girl.

"Sure, hop in" she says, you hopped into the passenger seat feeling lucky that you wouldn't have to walk home.

The ride to your house was quiet because you couldn't quiet get Jesus off of your mind, you've only spoken like once, what if he really did have a crush on you? I mean why though? you don't know each other at all! Whatever, it's basically the weekend, you should be focusing on yourself right now, yeah!

As Joan pulled up to your house, you thanked her and walked towards the door, thankfully your foster parents were on vacation so you were free to party!

When you check your backpack for your house keys, it's almost like over night you became the most unlucky person on earth because of course your keys were missing!

"For fucks sake" you mumbled to yourself, walking over to Joan's car and stepping back in, "Welp looks like I'm locked out" you smiled to her, "Its cool, now we can get ready for Catherines party together!" you smiled at each other as you drove to Joan’s house.

JOANS HOUSE

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It was almost time for the party, you had put on some makeup, but you couldn't really eat anything because you still couldn't stop thinking about Jesus, what was going on?

"Ugh" Joan grunts next to you, looking at her flip phone with a stressed out expression. "What is it? Did you get the whole weed situation figured out?" you ask

"Yup! Everythings fine! Totally fine I promise!" Joans reaction weren't exactly what you wanted to hear, but it was enough for you not to worry too much.

The minutes ticked by quickly, soon enough you were in Joan’s car listening to the plans for who you were picking up.

"Ok so we're gonna drive to Gandhi's house, park there, pick up his van, and then we're picking up Abe and Jesus. Gandhi said we were taking a quick pitstop somewhere but he didn't say where" Joan explains.

You didn't think before you spoke "Wait Jesus is coming with us?" you blurt out. Joan looked at you confused, "Yeah, is something wrong?" she asked.

"No, nothing, also whats that pitstop? He didn't say anything about it?" you asked, as Joan put the car in drive, she looked at you and smiled, "Nope!"

Soon enough you were in a sticky van with Abe, Joan, Ghandi and Jesus. "Ok so where is this pitstop? You said it was on the way" Joan says.

Jesus leaned over the passenger seat from the back, pointing towards street ahead, "Just keep going this way homes, I'll tell you when to stop" the car was mostly silent other than Abe and Ghandi talking about all the girls they would bang at the party.

"Eyy how have you been Y/N, I haven't seen you since the 8th grade homes, how's it going" Jesus was sprawled across the van from me, picking the shag carpet lightly.

You're eyes widened suddenly at the sudden sound of your name "Well I've been alright, how about you" I replied shyly, Jesus sighs "Nothing much..." he trails off, still picking the carpet.

"I see you grew out that catfish stash" you joke, "Eyy don't trash Jesus Junior" he laughed while combing his goatee.

"Ey you remember when that one guy with the bug eyes threw up in gym and the teacher got all angry cuz he was throwing up everywhere and then bug eyed kid threw up on the teacher?" he giggles

"Kinda, wasn't that Tommy G?" you thought, "Yeah! Oh man, I'll never forget the look on your face, you were all like" Jesus widened his eyes an made an over exaggerated shocked expression with his mouth.

"I did not look like that!" you pushed his shoulder slightly, "Eh I think you did N/N" he pokes. N/N?...N/N, he gave you a nickname, and you actually liked it.

Jesus wasn't as serious as you thought he'd be, he looks a little intimidating from the outside, but now that you'd talked talked to him he was actually really cool!

"Ey stop right there homes" Jesus leaned over the passenger seat, Joan stopped the car quickly. "That's his place, we gotta break in there and get the stuff" Jesus says calmly.

"Break in?! I thought you said you were joking!" Ghandi panicks, "I lied, sorry about that, but ey relax it'll be easy, we'll need someone to distract the guard dog while I sneak in and get it" Jesus explains.

It was about 9 o'clock at night, the neighborhood was very sketchy, definitely not the best place for a group of teenagers to be.

After a lot of yelling and "not its" Gandhi spoke up, "I'll go" he sighs, everyone looked at him shocked "I'm the one who got us into this, and I'm gonna get us to that party or die trying!" he declares.

"Gandhi.." Joan whispers, Jesus smiles, "Great, lets go". Gandhi and Jesus stepped out of the van, sneaking over to the side of the house.

"Ok, I'm gonna put you over the fence and then I'm gonna go in through the window and let the dog out, you have to keep him busy for about 5 minutes homes, you think you can do that?" Jesus explained the plan to him.

Gandhi high fived Jesus and nodded. I watched from the window as Gandhi hopped onto Jesus's shoulders dropping into the backyard.

Jesus snuck in through an open window, the big dog barked loudly at Gandhi outside of the screen door, Jesus opened it and from the van all we heard was...

"Ahh!!! Good boy! Ouch come on hurry up man!" Gandhi was running in circles away from the angry dog.

A few minutes of loud barking was interrupted by Jesus jumping over the fence with a half naked Gandhi.

They jumped into the van almost so fast that you didn't see them, "GO! GO DRIVE JOAN HURRY!" Gandhi yelled.

The van sped off, throwing you and Gandhi onto Jesus, you looked up at him, he smiled widely, not in a creepy way but in more of an 'it's cool' sorta way.

The car gradually slowed down, "Did you get it" Gandhi huffs, Jesus reaches into his jacket, pulling out a big bag of weed, "I got rolling paper too, N/N's gonna help me roll them!" he puts his arm around me in a friendly way.

There I was, in the back of a van rolling blunts with Jesus and a mostly naked Gandhi.

As soon as we arrived at the party, everyone nearly went feral at the sight of a blunt, everyone plunged their gross teenage hands into the bag, by the time everyone was satisfied there was only one left.

"Ey N/N, wanna hit this with me?" Jesus offers, you had never smoked before...but you wanted to seem cool to him right now so you swallowed your fear and went for it.

"Sure" Jesus smiled, pulling out his lighter and lead you out of the house, "I've got a perfect spot, check this out homes" Jesus grins

"Ey Gandhi, hold onto this for me, thanks man" Jesus tossed Gandhi his flip phone. Gandhi gave Jesus a thumbs up and a smile, Jesus copied him and continued on his journey.

TIMESKIP

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The party was a full on hit, almost everyone at school was here, on the dance floor was Gandhi, still only in his boxers and socks, but that didn't matter now! It was party time!

'BZZZZT! BZZZZT!'

Jesus's phone buzzed in Gandhis sweaty boxers, causing him to forget that it wasn't his phone "Hey! Wuzzzaaapp!!!" he slurs into the speaker.

"Ey wussup homie, yo check this, I'm heading home in a few, I gotta new stash of some real crazy shiz, herbal blend type shit, anways, you should stop by homes I'll be at the crib in a few" the voice on the other line spoke.

Gandhi's heart dropped for the millionth time that night, "T-totally, ey I gotta go bye" he hung up quickly, saving his ass in the process.

Gandhi shoved his way through the crowd to the kitchen where he found Joan downing a can of beer, "uh Joan?" Gandhi yells over the music.

"Heyy, hows it goin~ do you think I should dye my hair blue??? Or is it just me-you know I feel great right now-" Joan immediately lurched over the sink and puked herself sober

"Joan! We have a serious problem!" Gandhi yells, Joan wearily lifts her head up, "What is it this time" she asks.

"Well uh, Jesus's plug is coming back... Tonight.... Right now.." He explains, Joan looked at him with wide eyes, "oh my god! Were gonna go to jail for breaking and entering! We're criminals Gandhi! Filthy! Dirty criminals!" Joan cries.

Gandhi thinks for a second, "Well not if we put it all back!" he proposes, Joan furrowed her brows "Lets go!" she drags Gandhi by his shoulder back to the van.

"What about Jesus and Y/N?! We can't just leave the-" Joan put her finger up to Gandhi's lips, "There's no time! We gotta hurry! Hop in the back and start putting the little crumbs into the bag-"

As Joan pulled the van doors open widely, a shocking scene appeared, you were only in your bra and bottoms, you're shirt thrown off to the side lazily, along with Jesus's jacket. You were placed on his lap, him holding himself up on his elbows.

Joan looked at the two of you with wide eyes, "Eyy up top!" Gandhi holds his hand up expectingly, only to be shoved into the van.

As the car sped off, you swiftly grabbed your shirt and tried your best to fan the herbal mist out the window. "Sooo did you guys go.....all the way?" Gandhi asks with a perverted grin.

You thought back at the moments before they arrived, your adrenaline still pumping from the excitement of doing something you weren't supposed to.

FLASHBACK

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Jesus led you back out to Gandhi's van. He opened the back doors for you, letting you in first then soon hopping in behind. "Ey we can hotbox" he smiles.

You were quite nervous, this being one of the rare occasions of you being alone with a boy. "Ey have you ever done this before? You look hella nervous" Jesus says while preparing to flick the lighter

"What are you talking about? I-I do this all the time" you lie, he looks at you blankly for a moment, "Kidding.. " you cringe at yourself, why would you say that, like why?

Jesus lights the joint, the herbal smell already filling the vehicle, he takes a long, beep breath in, sighing happily when he's finished.

"Here" he hands the joint to you, you take it cautiously, not really knowing what to do. Building your courage up, you slowly drew the joint closer to your lips, 'don't embarrass yourself'

"HACK HACK!" as soon as you tried to take a deep breath in, violent coughs errupted from your throat, this could't possibly get any worse

"Woah, you alright?" he pats your back gently, "no" you strain. Jesus sits you up gently, taking the joint from your hands he smiles.

"Tch, no need to be embarrassed, it happens to everyone" he grins. You tried your best to not run out of the van and into oncoming traffic.

"Ey how about we shotgun" he suggests, you look at him curiously, what the hell is shotgunning? You just looked at him blankly.

"Come here" he says gently, you sat uncomfortably close to him face to face, your cheeks getting warmer by the second.

You watched as he placed the joint between his soft lips, you couldn't help but look into his deep black eyes, wondering what kind of person layed behind them, just out of your reach.

He as he breathed in, crazy thoughts ran through your mind, you thought about kissing him....With tongue!

He came a little bit closer and blew the smoke into your face, you breathed it in, the task now feeling a lot easier.

"Tch see, I knew you could do it" he jokes, you laugh a little causing you to cough lightly. "Wanna try again?" he grins expectantly.

You thought about it, even if you guys did make out, it probably wouldn't turn into anything, but that might be a better reason to do it! But it's just all so confusing!

"Sure" you smile as he came closer. Nothing could stop you now, you would have his tongue in your mouth by the end of the night, even if it killed you!

Just like before, he dragged the smoke into his mouth, then he blew the smoke into your face, getting just a little bit closer than last time.

You couldn't tell if it was the marijuana, or if it was some newly grown balls, but you knew that the next shotgun, you would kiss him.

And sure enough when he came close, and blew the smoke into your face, you pressed your lips gently onto his, moving your lips gently on his.

The joint was long forgotten by the time you held onto his jacket, pulling his lips closer. It felt liberating! You pulled away, his face was slightly red, his hat and halo shitfed slightly.

His eyes were glued to you, he couldn't believe this was happening, Y/N L/N was making out with him in a van outside of Catherine the Greats house!

He leaned up, not wanting this moment to end, he kissed you passionately, holding your cheeks softly, he couldn't get enough of you.

The two of you ended up on the floor, you on top of him. He held onto your hips as you removed your shirt revealing your lacy bra. Jesus's eyes widened, you felt something unfamiliarly hard beneath your crotch, but you and I both know what that was.

He sat himself on his elbows, watching as you unbuttoned his jacket tantalisingly slow. With each button, you kissed him.

He lifted his hand up to move some stray pieces of hair out of your face, that's when the van doors suddenly opened. "Ah!" you yelped, Jesus only looked at the figures with a shocked expression.

The figures turned out to be Gandhi and Joan. Joan looked at the two of you with disgust, while Gandhi grined widely "Eyy! Up top!" he puts his hand up expectingly, only to be shoved into the back by Joan.

END OF FLASHBACK

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"What with the rush homes?" Jesus questions, Gandhi fills the two of you in on the situation, you not being able to focus too well thanks to the events that occured prior.

"Where are we supposed to get all of that? Is he gonna kill us? This is totally freaking me out!" Joan panicks. The car swerves wildly throughout the city, both Gandhi and Joan screaming with fear.

This situation had sobered you slightly, you thought carefully about what you could do to fix the situation, you thought a little bit but then you remembered!

"STOP THE CAR!" you yelled, the whole car went silent at the sound of your loud voice. Joan pulled over cautiously, as soon as the car came to a halt, everyone looked back at you expectantly.

"I have an idea"

TIMESKIP

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There you Jesus, Joan, and Gandhi were in all black, ski masks keeping your identities a secret. The four of you stood outside of the hospital, "If I'm correct, theres medical marijuana in there, and I know it might not be the same thing but its our last hope" you sigh.

All four of you walked up to the window, you held Gandhi up to the window, "Remember, try to be stealthy!" you whisper, he nods, holding his hand like a gun, "agent tan incoming" he says

That's when he dove through the window, shattering it loudly, the three of you left outside cringed, but it was too late to chicken out.

Jesus lifted you up into the window, next was Joan, then finally you and Joan pulled Jesus up. Gandhi stood there against the wall, holding his hands like guns, "I told you to be quiet! Theres security here!" you scold.

Gandhi keeps his mouth shut, still playing into his stoic agent act." alright, my foster mom works here, she talks about the stash all the time, it should be on the third floor" you say.

The four of you tiptoed through the hospital, trying your best not to be caught by staff or patients, but it was getting pretty hard since Gandhi was apparently addicted to acting stupid.

Once you made it to the third floor, you took a bag each, jackpot! You all quietly celebrated, thats when you heard keys jingling at the door.

You, Joan and Jesus all dove behind some shelves, Gandhi stood in front of the door. The door opened revealing a tall muscular man in a security guard outfit.

"Stop right there! You have the right to remain tan!" Gandhi shouts while diving out the window, you face palmed. But it wasn't the time for shenanigans, it was now or never.

The three of you ran for it, exiting the hospital swiftly, on your way out you found Gandhi hanging on a tree branch, you grabbed him and ran to the van, making a swift getaway!

As soon as you guys made it to calm ground, you all took a big breath of relief, but there was still one last thing to do.

As Joan drove towards the drug dealers home, a calming silence fell amongst you. You sat next to Jesus, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He tapped you on your leg, you looked into his eyes, "When this is all over, wanna hangout sometime?" he asks shyly, you smile "sure" you whisper.

Closing your eyes gently for just a moment to collect your mind. Unbeknownst to you, Gandhi gave Jesus a thumbs up, Jesus doing the same.

Once the car parked, Joan looked back "Jesus, this is it, don't fail us now" she says seriously, he just nods and heads off into the home through the window.

You all waited with anticipation, watching silently. Thats when a red car suddenly pulled up, it was the dealer! You started to sweat, what if he got caught? Or worse...shot?

You could tell that Gandhi and Joan were thinking the same thoughts, thats when suddenly, out of the shadows, Jesus came rushing out from behind the home!

He hopped into the van with all of us cheering for our victory, "Drive!" we all yelled.

We ended up at The Grassy Knoll, parked in the parking lot enjoying our shakes and fries.

"That was crazy! Did you guys see how I dove out of that window! I was so badass! I was like 'shing! bam! Kapow!' stop right there" he says the last part with an over exaggerated deep voice.

We all laughed at his interpretation of the situation, we all sat watching the sun rise together peacefully.

"Wait, wheres Abe?" Gandhi pipes up.

MEANWHILE

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"Where am I?" a disgruntled Abraham Lincoln asks. He was fully naked on a pool floaty, beer cans surrounding him in the water.

"Joan? Y/N?! GANDHI?!"

THE END

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#clone high #jesus cristo #clone high gandhi #clone high joan #clone high abe #fanfic #total drama x reader #Jesus Christo x YN

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Friday the 13th (Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader)

After surviving the events of Terminus, the group stumble upon an abandoned camp site when searching for shelter. Their dream turns into a nightmare when they realise the reason why Camp Crystal Lake was truly abandoned. TW for the series: excessive gore, excessive violence, character deaths

part 1: welcome to camp crystal lake

A dull grey cloud stalked the group closely. Morale was low, despite having survived the recent traumatic events of Terminus. But even though they survived, they were homeless, bruised and broken, mere wanderers left to fend for themselves in an unforgiving world. They were vulnerable and exposed. The forest only provided so much protection, and after having the prison so brutally ripped from their grasp they desperately searched for somewhere new to sow their seeds.

It was a pure accident that they stumbled across the sign. Everyone had settled into a more open area of the woods, eager to rest tired aching feet. To pass the time, and to provide some entertainment, Daryl had been teaching you how to use his crossbow. He stood behind you, watching closely as you spied your target - an exposed area of wood in the bark, the veins coincidentally in the shape of a target. You held your breath, trying to line the sights as best you could with the centre. Realistically, you only wanted to land within the exposed bark, but you were a perfectionist and wanted it to fly straight into the bullseye.

Daryl leaned close, whispering in your ear. His breath tickled your skin, you had to repress the shudder. "Want to make it interesting?"

You turned your face towards him, your faces an inch apart. You inclined your head, a small smirk dancing on your lips. "What do you have in mind, Dixon?"

"If ya miss, yer picking up my next watch shift with Eugene." You snorted. You knew Daryl didn't necessarily dislike the man, but he wasn't comfortable with the man's intensity, or his ability to piss everyone off with just a few unfiltered words. There was no doubt that he was certainly a character.

With an eyebrow quirked, you smiled. "And what about if I hit it?"

Daryl muttered something so filthy in your ear that you couldn't hide your shock, nearly choking on the spit in your throat. Though you couldn't help but admit his words stirred something within you.

"Well that definitely is more than enough motivation." You winked at him, turning back into position. Daryl muttered a few corrections about your stance, his hands ghosting yours shoulders to help relax them. You inhaled, aiming for the circle of wood. On your exhale, you pressed the trigger. With crossed fingers you watch it fly through the trees, and for one split second you thought it would land it's target.

Until it whizzed straight past the tree and into the never ending space beyond.

You cursed, irritation coursing through you. Daryl huffed a laugh. "Maybe next time."

You flipped him off. You had to admit, you were more disappointed you couldn't smugly claim your prize than anything else.

"Oh don't worry Y/N," Rick appeared in your view, clapping you on the shoulder. "He ain't got nothin' on your right hook."

You smiled proudly, turning smugly in Daryl's direction. He shrugged it off, a small curve to his lips.

He gestured for you to follow him, beginning to traipse off into the woods. "C'mon, you're helping me look for it. I ain't losin' a good arrow because you can't shoot for shit."

Rolling your eyes, you quickly told the others where you were going, jogging to catch up with Daryl. You'd passed the target, and now both of you were searching the area for a sign of the lost arrow. He looked in the dirt and greenery, whilst you kept an eye out above your heads for the slightest glint of metal.

"Like searching for a needle in a haystack." You muttered to yourself, frowning. All of the trees were starting to blend together, and it had easily been ten minutes now. It didn't feel possible the arrow could have gone this far. "Daryl, should we turn back?"

You turned around, finding that the redneck was nowhere to be seen. A shot of fear ran through you. "Daryl?"

It felt as if the name echoed back to you. You retreated to where you had seen him last, spinning around. He couldn't have vanished into thin air. Your thoughts were running a million miles an hour - maybe a walker had taken him by surprise, maybe someone was in these woods and kidnapped him. Dozens of scenarios circled your brain, none of them ending in a fairy tale.

Looking up, you saw a sturdy tree branch within reach. Maybe if you climbed, you'd be able to see further and get an idea as to where he went. You began climbing, the anxious thoughts driving you faster and faster up the tree, taking your mind from the bite of the bark. You reached as high as you risked to climb, sitting on the branch, huffing a breath.

You saw no sign of the redneck.

You scrambled down the tree so quickly you were surprised you didn't fall. As soon as you landed on the ground, you started running, sprinting back in the direction of your group. As you heard the crackle of the fire and slight chatter, you raced even faster, breaking through the trees.

You skidded to a stop, heaving a breath. Rick jumped to his feet, rushing towards you. He placed his hand on your shoulder, bending down to look up into your face. "What happened?"

"Daryl -" You sucked a breath in, trying to keep your composure. "He was there one minute, and then." You shrugged your shoulders, fighting the burning in your eyes. "I tried looking for him but I can't track and all I can think is he's out there alone and it'll be dark soon and I have his poncho -"

"Y/N, calm down." Rick tried to calm you, the words still pouring out your mouth.

"He just disappeared! There's nowhere for him to go, he wouldn't leave -"

"Y/N. We will find him, okay." Rick glanced behind him. "Abraham, you're good at tracking, right? Take Y/N and a few others, see if we can find him, search the woods. He can't have gone far."

"With all due respect with the light -"

Abraham was cut off, Rick interjecting quickly. "We will find him. Today."

You tried not to think about how the first 48 hours were the most vital. Abraham followed his orders, grabbing his weapons. As he was going around to gather more people for the search, a twig snapped behind you. Everyone tensed, looking in the direction of the sound.

Daryl wandered into camp, arrow loosely in his hand. Relief surged through you. You rushed forwards, grabbing him in a tight embrace. He stumbled back a few steps, his free hand going to your back.

"I thought something bad had happened!"

"Nah, I thought I saw somethin' so I went to check it out. Thought it was a squirrel or somethin', was hoping to catch some dinner." He broke out in a tiny smile, cocking his head. "Ya never gonna guess what I found though."

"Camp Crystal Lake..." Glenn mused, staring up at the eroded words decorating the arch. He turned to the rest of you, all gathered near the arch. "We got any counsellors here?"

"I was a camp counsellor for a summer." Maggie shuddered. "Not as glamorous as the movies made it out to be."

Rick looked at Carl, flicking the lip of the cowboy hat. "Maybe you can have your all American camp experience."

Carl rolled his eyes, trying to hide the smile fighting its way onto his lips. It felt like a shared feeling - everyone was biting back their joy, waiting for something to go wrong, for the camp to already be occupied by either walkers or the living. But the air felt lighter, it felt easier to breathe, and that cloud that clung to you all seemed to stray away.

It didn't need to be said aloud, everyone was thinking the same thing. This place could very much be a new home.

"Well, lets see what we're working with." Rick placed his hands on his hips, authority oozing from him. He used the information borard behind him, detailing the layout of the camp. There were eight cabins, communal dining area, communal bathing area and dock.

All eyes moved to Rick as he handed out orders, the group to split up in pairs to search the camp. The only people who hung back were Carol, Judith and Eugene, just in case. There were enough pairs that everyone took a cabin each.

Rick gestured for Daryl to follow him. "Keep an eye on him, don't want him wandering off again."

"I got him." Rick assured you, giving you a small nod. You replicated the gesture, waving them off.

"I ain't a damn dog." Daryl muttered, earning himself the honour of being on the receiving end of a vulgar gesture for the second time that day.

Tara's laugh greeted your ears. She waited behind you, her knife already in hand. "You ready to go?

"Lead the way."

Tara fell into place at your side, the pair of you wandering to the cabin furthest back in the camp site. Unconsciously, your gaze fell to the lake situated by the side of the camp. Rows of kayak's were stacked, the dust visible even from this distance. Despite the dust, there seemed no other indications that this place had been touched by the bloodshed. It was picturesque.

"Did you ever go to camp?" You asked Tara, seeing the way her eyes lit up at the sight of the kayak's.

"Yeah, I did. Me and my sister would race in the kayak's, splashing each other with the paddles. She even pushed me out of it once, just to win." Tara shifted on her feet, gulping in a big breath. You didn't want to pry, knowing the answer already about her sister. "What about you?"

"Hell no, my foster parents didn't see the point. Said it was a massive waste of money, especially for someone who wasn't their biological kid." You shrugged, ignoring Tara's pitying look. "We should go check out our cabin, I'm sure the others are nearly done by now."

Without another word spoken, you trudged to Cabin Six. Your body tensed, pulling out the knife at your waist. It was a modest building, crafted of a dark wood, with a porch that had spindles from the railing missing. There was a singular window in the cabin, pointing towards the lake. You tried to peek inside, cupping your hands and pushing your face towards the glass. All you could make out was vague shapes, the thick layer of dust distorting your vision.

Shaking your head at Tara, she nodded grimly, positioning herself by the door. She rapped her hand loudly three times against the wood, pulling back. Her body, along with yours, was tense, waiting for a sound to echo from within the room. After a minute of silence, Tara threw the door open, knife ready and pummelled into the room. You were hot on her heels, body mirroring her positioning.

The pair of you scoured the room, vaguely taking in the generic details of the cabin - the bed's that looked untouched, the bedside cabinets so filthy any movement near them sent a plume of dust in it's wake, and a single light bulb swinging from the ceiling. A thorough sweep confirmed your suspicions: the room was clear of threats, and anything worth looting. You did spy a journal haphazardly sticking out from under a mattress. Curious, you plucked it from it's hiding place, casually flipping through the pages.

"What you got there?" Tara peeped over your shoulder, drinking in the contents. A lot of the writing was about mundane things - relationships, petty drama, pointless wants and desires. It was nice to have a glimpse into the lives of people before.

It was all fairly normal, until you saw the drawing.

A towering man, a machete in his hand. Even though his face was obscured by a hockey mask, his eyes had a glean about them. It felt silly, it was just some drawing on some paper, yet you felt the hairs on your arms rise. This wasn't the happy musings of a teenager.

"Well, that's not creepy at all." Tara mused. "Come on, we should see what the others found."

Sighing, you placed the journal on a bedside table, trudging back to the camp arch. The rest of the group were milling around, having completed their searches. Loose shoulders could be seen everywhere - no threats were found. Tara detailed the lack of findings to Rick, who seemed satisfied with the answer.

"Rosita and I checked out the mess hall and nurse's station, there was a lot of good shit." Abraham noted. "This place is a fucking gold mine."

Carl piped up. "And there's working showers here."

You couldn't believe your luck.

"Okay, so tonight we all stay in the mess hall. Everyone grab some bedding from the other cabins, haul it over. Once we're inside, we're not leaving - we're still exposed here, I want to blockade the doors. Just in case."

You all agreed. There was no such thing as being too careful, not after the horrors you had all endured. Even then, this was the lucky break you all needed. You needed this place to settle down for a few days, to process the trauma you'd been running from since the prison.

You all dispersed, following Rick's orders. Despite the lingering dread, there was an airiness to everyone.

It was a shame none of you noticed the figure looming in the woods, machete in hand.

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ryttu3k · 4 months

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I'm curious abut Sascha Vykos. Do you know which novels or splat books would be good to read to learn more about them?

*cracks knuckles*

Number 1 book you need to understand Sascha's background is the Dark Ages Tzimisce clan novel by Myranda Kalis, which has them as the main character (along with their lover, Ilias cel Frumos) and explains why they're... like that. Just a goddamn amazing character study, also completely heartbreaking and singlehandedly made me change my view of them from "haha wtf what an edgelord" to "they're my baby and I'm gonna fight a methuselah for them". Set between 1232 and 1234, if I've managed to maths right.

Also by Myranda and set around a similar time (shortly after the fall of Constantinople) is the Road of Sin book (set around 1205). Sascha (then called Myca) narrates the introduction and first chapter. It does specifically focus on their history with the eponymous Road, but has a lot of interesting character details, along with their relationship with Ilias.

For modern Sascha, there are two. First is the original Clan Novel Saga (set 1999), although in this case, I'm not recommending just the Tzimisce novel, but rather the compiled editions. There's a bunch of Sascha content in the Assamite book as well, since they're quite involved with one of the characters in it, and it also includes extra, exclusive content, including my two favourite chapters - a story by Lucien Soulban (Sascha's creator), and an epilogue by Janet Trautvetter, mostly about Jan Pieterzoon but with Sascha being fairly prominent in it.

Fair warning, CNS was written in 1999 and has. Mm. Edgelordy moments. We do not talk about The Foetus Thing :|

The other, probably most important one is Beckett's Jyhad Diary, which I would recommend for literally anyone interested in VtM in general. Sascha has minor appearances and mentions in a bunch of chapters, but is extremely prominent in the chapter Dreams & Nightmares (also by Myranda Kalis/Sarro). She also wrote the chapter Azhi Dahaka, another must-read relating to Sascha.

The timing for BJD is... less clear, because at least a few of the people involved have said it's set in 2005, but also there's one chapter where an event that explicitly took place around 1999 or 2000 is said to have taken place "sixteen years ago", so. Let's just call that early 21st century.

Most of the rest of the books are chronicles, plus one city book - their origin book, Constantinople by Night (1197, IIRC?) by Lucien Soulban, Philippe Boulle, and Joshua Mosqueira-Asheim. Others, in chronological order by setting, include Bitter Crusade (two chapters, Fiendish Winter and Dying Embers, the latter covering the Fall of Constantinople in 1204), Under the Black Cross (1225), and a whole bunch of the Transylvania Chronicles (Myca/Sascha appears in book 1 in Dark Tides Cresting (1314), in book 2 in Haceldema (covers the Convention of Thorns, 1493), in book 3 in An Angel's Plea (1680, also has the most hilariously thirsty description of Sascha I've ever seen in my life), and in book 4 in The Accounting (1998).)

Seriously. Here's their Transylvania Chronicles 3 character sheet:

They appear in two of the Giovanni Chronicles books, three (1882) and four (same, in a flashback that also has my baby Anatole), in the Nightshade scenario of the Gehenna book (1999), although that's since been retconned out of existence, along with chunks of the Clan Novel Saga, mostly to do with the approaching Gehenna stuff, and in particular Anatole's fate. It's still worth reading just for some fascinating ways the world could end. Finally, they appear in the House of Lies chapter of Nights of Prophecy (1999?).

Aside from those, they also have little appearances and mentions in other books, including letters and notes throughout chapter 7 of the Revised corebook, a rather amusing little reference in chapter 4 of the Victorian Age corebook, a detailed profile and character sheet in Children of the Night although that book pisses me off because it put Beckett, Anatole, and Lucita on the front cover but didn't give us sheets for them!, and the opening letter of the V5 Sabbat book, which you can read here (and then ignore the rest of the book and get the Revised-era Guide to the Sabbat instead).

So yes! They show up a lot, and all through the game's history. The three most important ones to read, I think, are the Dark Ages Tzimisce novel, the combined Clan Novel Saga, and Beckett's Jyhad Diary, then the rest just depending on interest in the era or broader story, since Sascha is less involved in those.

Have fun! They're an absolute hot mess of a character and I adore them!

#vampire the masquerade #vtm #sascha vykos #mx meat crimes

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hi hi hard hanji thought based on this pic bc my brain acc basically stopped working when i saw it but anyways imagine being out with han (bf!han) at some event and idk u do sth to piss him off (on purpose) somehow and he just gives u that glare and when u get home basically fucks ur brains out😵‍💫 (for anything in between my mind literally went blank i’m sorry TT) qjrxdgvdh i feel like this is such an awkward ask/request (???) bc the thought is so incomplete and basic and i cannot put it in words properly at all but anyways i hope it makes sense :p

also since i’m already writing this i felt like i should mention that i love ur writing sm it’s so good!!!!

i just want to personally thank you for sending this in and being so patient with me as i wrote this. i...popped off a bit. oops-

Strawberry Lipgloss

han jisung x reader

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: hard/mean dom!jisung, bratty sub!reader, marking, possessive reader AND jisung, mentions of oral (m/f receiving), teasing, mentions of food and alcohol, public teasing, bondage, impact play (jisung's hand, no toys involved), humiliation and degradation - not CRAZY but elements are there, unprotected sex (how about we don't irl), choking, creampie, jisung being super SUPER M E A N but also the sweetest bf ever. i think that's it? if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: everyone benefits from making jisung angry.

a/n: hi all! i'm so sorry i've been kinda mia recently. i've been really sick and have started a new job, and have been a teeny bit overwhelmed. i hope to become more active as i start to feel better.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents han jisung as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

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There were a multitude of reasons why you loved Jisung. Some were small, like the way he rubs his eyes when he’s sleepy, trying to get his watery, tired eyes to wake up. Some were big, like the way he knows exactly how to comfort you when the world becomes too much. It was a never ending list, extending daily to add the new little things that make you fall head over heels for him again and again.

But something you really loved, even though slightly unconventional, was how easy it was to rile your boyfriend up. It was almost effortless (the thought of you in his dress shirt still gives him a semi if he thinks about it too long), something easy to do that always gave you exactly what you wanted.

Key word: almost.

Because today, it was almost impossible to do so, no matter how hard you tried.

Your attempts started early in the morning. Neither of you had alarms set, the only thing you had to do that day in the late evening, so you had plenty of time to spend together in bed. Your eyes felt a little heavy as you opened them up, body wiggling to stretch the sleep out as you emerged from slumber. It was earlier than you would like - clock reading just past 8:00 - but now that you were up, it was impossible to fall back asleep.

Rolling over in the cotton sheets, you find the body you had moved away from in your sleep. Jisung laid flat on his back, brown hair a cloud of staticky fluff on the white pillowcase. His lips were parted, letting everything from little snores to drool dribble out. The duvet sat low on his chest, bare skin glowing in the sunlight that was breaking through the closed curtains. He was the picture of a peace right now; breathing even and eyelids twitching with dreams. It was such a sweet sight.

Too bad you couldn’t focus on that right now.

Instead your eyes fell to the dark marks left across his collarbones. Freshly made, they had turned purple overnight and looked so pretty peppered across his skin. You didn’t even notice that you were biting down on him at first. It wasn’t until Jisung groaned out, head rolling back as you began to bounce harder on his dick.

“Fuck, I love when you bite me like that.” Nails dug into your hips as he leaned back in his desk chair, moaning into the empty studio.

His words only spurred you to bite him more. To mark him up and claim him as yours, as if there were any question as to who Jisung “belonged” to.

You curled into his side, kissing his shoulder lazily as you got comfortable. Still sleeping, his lifts his arm, wrapping it around you and pulling you in so you’re flush to his body. He mumbles a bit before falling silent again, the only sound his deep breaths.

Almost envious of his ability to sleep so heavy, you began to trace the ridges of his chest that weren’t tucked under the covers. You took your time, covering every inch of exposed skin before moving up to the small bruises. His collarbones were already his weak spot, and now with the added bruises, they were much more sensitive. Just the soft brush of your fingertips made your sleeping boyfriend moan lowly, shifting slightly as he began to stir.

You really should let him sleep. It’s going to be such a long day, it’s almost unfair to wake him up.

But the ache between your legs still made you shake, muscles worn out and begging for more. If you had to suffer, so did he. Isn’t that what relationships are all about? Mutual suffering?

A few more strokes to his collarbones and Jisung began to wake, grunting softly as his eyes fluttered open. His eyes were narrowed with confusion and exhaustion, hands clenched into fists as he rubbed them.

“What time is it?” His voice was low, raspy with sleep and lack of use. You always thought he sounded prettier in the mornings, the fire in your core sparking happily at his tone.

“About 8:15.” You whisper, moving your hand down his chest. This time you slipped under the covers, drawing a line with your fingertips all the way to his belly button before following it back up. “You sleep okay?”

He mumbled a yes, dropping his hands back to his side. “‘M still a little sleepy.”

Pouting, you apologize softly, daring to cover more of his torso with your hand. It had to be obvious what you wanted; even with sleep lingering in his mind, Jisung had to know that you wanted him. That you needed a remedy to the soreness in your inner thighs. “Do you want to go back to sleep?” You ask, giving him an out if he wanted to take it.

When he shook his head, your heart leaped into your throat, pounding like it was going to escape. Up and all yours now, your mind began to wander with thoughts of where the morning to go. Maybe Jisung would let you give him head, his fingers tangled in your hair as you lazily pleased him with your tongue. Maybe he’ll give you head, a tight grip on your outer thighs to keep you against his face. Maybe-

“I really need to work on a project.” He says, rolling on his side as he pushes himself out of bed. “Especially since we have that dinner tonight.”

You’re a little stunned; Jisung never willingly gets out of bed this early in the morning. You thought the odds were in your favor, the early hour and teasing seemed like the perfect equation for some lazy morning sex. Seeing your boyfriend stretch his arms up, waking himself up more, made your heart return to its normal spot. A slight disappointment filled your chest at the rejection. You know he knew what you were thinking - the bump in his boxer briefs were evidence enough - and he indirectly told you no. Usually the slight teasing would be enough. Usually his resolve would break without you really having to try.

“I’m going to hop in the shower and order breakfast. What do you want?”

You were actually going to have to put in work today. “Can I shower with you?”

The loving smile on his face made you feel warm and fuzzy. A large hand cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone as he looked down at you fondly. You nuzzle into his hand, turning slightly so your lips could brush against the palm of it.

“You really should rest, baby.” His tone had a hint of amusement. “We have a big day today.”

Jisung left no room for argument, removing the hand from your face and making his way to the en-suite bathroom, leaving you stunned.

The rest of the day was filled with similar rejections; he really had to finish this track, the phone call with Chan was going on longer than he expected, Felix just really wanted to play games right now. By the afternoon, he had a slight smirk with every excuse, dismissing your efforts before you really even tried. It was becoming obvious that, just like you were setting out to tease him, he was doing the same to you. Before you knew it, it had become a competition: who could push the other to their breaking point first?

And fuck, you were determined to win.

You sat in the passenger seat of Jisung’s car, legs pulled up and tucked under you. The last three attempts to throw him off left you feeling defeated, debating on giving up and begging him for what you want.

His hand nudged your knee, slipping in between your pressed together legs. It rested on your lower thigh, squeezing lightly. “What’s on your mind, love?”

Locking your phone, you slipped it into the cup holder before giving your boyfriend your attention. He looked fucking good. A crisp, white dress shirt tucked into tight black slacks, the top few buttons undone and exposing the skin there. His jacket was thrown into the backseat, waiting to be worn once the two of you finally arrived. Your lips parted, a response on the tip of your tongue when you noticed something.

The way the collar of his shirt fell, with the buttons popped open, gave a peek of purple skin. Of faded bite marks.

And then you saw his grin. Wide, wolffish, reveling in his win.

“You’re not playing fair.” You said with a huff, pushing his hand off of you.

Jisung chuckles, bringing the banished hand to the steering wheel. That stupid fucking grin on his face just pisses you off more. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, a new determination sparking in your lower belly. There was no way you were giving up now. If he wanted to play dirty, so could you.

You really pissed him off this time.

Like, seriously. You’ve never seen your boyfriend so angry, eyes so dark the flame behind them isn’t even visible. His tongue was pushed against the inside of his cheek, and by the way his jaw was clenched, you could guess he was biting down on the muscle as well.

He was mad. Madder than mad - he was livid. Furious. Irate. Whatever word you wanted to use to express his anger, it wasn’t strong enough.

And god, that made you so giddy, you were practically bouncing out of your seat.

Dinner started off fine — an unspoken peace as the competition was put on hold for the time being. You were there to celebrate Seungmin’s engagement, not to tease each other to the point of breaking. It was such an important event, you were willing to put everything on hold for your friend.

But Jisung haaaaaad to open his damn mouth.

The two of you sat at the edge of the large table, the champagne bottle making its way down. Finally arriving at your end, Jisung takes the bottle from Minho, shifting in his seat to pour your glass first. Maybe it was the way he was angled, maybe it was the lack of coverage, but more the marks you made began to show.

Minho chuckles softly, only loud enough for the three of you to hear. “Long night?”

Jisung looked up at his friend quizzically as he moved to fill his glass. “What?” With a nod of his head, your boyfriend’s attention was brought down to his upper chest. You hated the way his head popped back up, giving you that stupid fucking grin again before looking back at his friend. “More like afternoon.”

It really wasn’t much, just a suggestive statement that made Minho roll his eyes and scrunch his nose, but it was enough to make up your mind. Fuck the “truce”. You never liked to play fair anyway.

Slow and steady wins the race. Or rather, soft and gentle strokes to the inside of your boyfriend’s thighs add kindle to the smoldering fire in his core. Resting your head on his shoulder, it appears as if you’re just being affectionate. Jisung takes it that way, even turning to place a kiss on the tip of your head. Then your strokes slow down, inching higher and higher up his leg. Right as your touch barely brushed his crotch, he grabs your hand and forcefully puts it in your own lap.

“Not here.” He whispers, giving you a warning glance through the corners of his eyes. The unamusement in his stare couldn’t be more evident.

Jisung was blissfully unaware that he just gave you exactly what you wanted. The seed of annoyance was planted, and all you had to do was water it.

Between the meal itself and dessert, you succeeded in making him progressively more annoyed. The fact that his friends were all close by, and could potentially witness what you’re doing, helped the plant bloom. There was just one more thing you needed to do to set him off completely.

You slipped away to the bathroom without even being noticed, back less than five minutes later. The dessert had made it to the table, yours sitting untouched while Jisung was slowly savoring his chocolate cake.

“Good?” You ask as you slid back into your seat.

Jisung nods, eyes sparkling with delight from the deliciousness of his dessert. “So good. Do you want a-“

His offer was cut short by you not-so-subtly dropping your black lace panties in his lap. Right in the middle of his chewing. Right in front of the entire party, who just happened to not be looking in your direction.

Jisung didn’t finish his dessert.

The second the check was paid, he was grabbing you by the wrist, throwing a pathetic excuse to his friends as to why you were leaving early. It didn’t take a detective to figure out why he was all but dragging you out of the restaurant. His anger has to be taken out somehow, why not on the person who caused it?

Not a word was spoken the entire thirty minute car ride. Jisung had an iron grip on the wheel, pressing down on the accelerator to up the speed. He didn’t once look at you, to focused on getting fuck home and getting you the fuck out of that dress.

The second the car was parked in the garage, he reached across the console to grab the nape of your neck, pulling you over so his lips could crash against your own. The kiss is aggressive, his tongue forcing your lips to part to slide inside your mouth. Jisung swallows the soft moans you make, nails digging into your neck as he messily devours you.

He breaks the kiss with a pop, lips swelling a bit and stained with your strawberry lip gloss. “To the bedroom. Now.” Voice gruff, the tone was scary enough for you to scramble out of the car, rushing to get inside as quickly as possible.

You’re stripping in the hallway, a trail of items leading through the house to the bedroom. As giddy as you were that you fucking won, the idea of making him angrier sent a cold chill down your spine.

When you get to the bedroom, you’re dressed only in your bra and panties, falling to your knees on the hardwood floor. You’re facing the door, ready to wait for as long as you need to for him. Waiting for hours seemed very doable when waiting for your well deserved prize.

But, luckily for you, the drive (and your attitude) took all of Jisung’s patience. Less than forty-five seconds on your knees and the door busts open. His shirt was mostly unbuttoned now, belt wrapped around his balled fist.

Oh.

Making him angrier wasn’t even an option. He was past the point of return.

The hand that isn’t holding the belt quickly finds your hair, fisting it as he pulls you up. “Do you think you’re fucking funny? Messing with me like that in public? In front of my friends?” Jisung drags you a short distance to the bed, manhandling you until you’re lying flat on your stomach. You feel your legs shaking already — not from his words, not from the rough way he moved you around. But from the even tone of his voice, no louder than his speaking tone.

Jisung’s not yelling. Jisung seems very composed.

That’s terrifying in the best possible way.

“I asked you a question.” He growls, grabbing your wrist and bringing them behind your back. “Fucking answer me.”

“Yes.” You say, and the way your voice is already a bit shaky makes Jisung even more determined to break you. “Yes, I thought it was funny.”

He hums, and you feel the cool leather of his belt wrap around your wrist. Tugging tightly, he binds your hand with the belt. “Are you sorry?”

You know it’s a trick question, one set up for you to fail. Say yes, and he thinks you’re lying and punishes you. Say no, and he’ll punish you. It’s a lose/lose for you — no matter what is said, the end result is exactly the same.

Thinking it’ll lessen the punishment: “Yes. I’m so sorry, sir.”

As expected, Jisung chuckles, grabbing onto your bindings for support as he roughly slams a palm to your right ass cheek. “I don’t believe you.” Another slap, harder than the first. “You’ve been playing your stupid little game all day-“

“So were you!”

The third slap echos, sound bouncing around the bedroom. Already your skin is tingling. “The only thing I should hear are your begs for forgiveness. Otherwise, shut the fuck up.”

You really thought you didn’t want to piss him off more. That there was a line you didn’t want to cross with him today. But that went out the window fairly quickly. You stomp your foot defiantly, and when he looks up at your turned head, you stick your tongue out at him.

It was a mistake, but a great one.

He strikes down again. And again. And again, all on the same side until you’re squirming up the bed. Then he moves to the other, hits heavier than the ones before that. You tried to keep a tally of how many slaps to the ass you had taken, but you quickly lost it. He was speeding up, determined to make you feel his anger. You were doomed from the moment you decided to play today.

Jisung didn’t stop until your mouth was parted, jaw hanging and tears pricking your water line. His hand was vibrating, the strength he put behind the impact surprising even him.

“Are you sorry now?”

You nod your head quickly, lips trembling as the first tear fell from your eyes. “Yes. I’m so sorry, sir. I’m so fucking sorry-“

Fisting your hair yet again, he pulls your head up, a breathy moan leaving your lips. His face is close to yours, watching the steady stream of tears roll down your cheek. You feel small under his gaze, eyes shutting to try and hide from it.

Your face felt wet. And not from your tears.

Slowly, you open your eyes to find Jisung licking your tears away. His tongue followed the trail of tears, cleaning both sides of your face and catching the new ones that broke.

“Good.” He whispers before pressing a kiss to your flush cheeks, the leftover lipgloss sticking to your sweaty skin. “You should be.”

He drops your head, smiling at the way it bounced a little on the mattress. You can’t see what he’s doing, but can feel it in the way he rips your panties off, kicking your ankles to spread your legs. You feel it in the way the head of his cock runs through your folds, spreading your slick all over.

“This wet? From a few spanks?” He scoffs, the way you shrink in embarrassment only serving to make his cock throb. “That's pathetic.”

You want to snap back, to put up a fight, but every last instinct to argue leaves your body as Jisung forcefully thrusts inside you. He only goes about halfway before pulling back out, setting a shallow but rough pace right off the bat.

The slight stretch makes you hiss, but the way he glides so easily in and out of you feels absolutely incredible.

Incredible, but not nearly enough.

The need to be full of him takes over, making a new fight build up in your chest. Though your eyes are still watering, and you’re a little shaky, you muster the last bit of boldness you have to speak up.

“Is this really all you’ve got?” You huff out, trying to hide the unsteadiness in your voice. “That’s pathetic.”

Jisung stills, cock only a third of the way inside of you. For a brief moment, you worry that you’ve done too much. That you’ve pushed him too far.

Then he’s hauling you up, pressing your back against his chest with a hand closing around your throat. The swallow thrusts become deep, the rough pace becoming damn near animalistic. He’s deeper than you think he’s ever been, hitting parts of you that you didn’t think existed.

Pissing Jisung off was never a mistake when this was the outcome.

“I’ve fucking had it with you.” He hisses in your ear, words barely audible over the beautiful melody of your full moans and his skin hitting yours. “With you, and your bratty fucking attitude.”

The hand around your throat tightens, making your eyes flutter shut. Yellow stars bounce around, the fullness you feel is mouthwatering. You feel the drool roll off your lips, down your chin and pool on Jisung’s hand.

It’s everything. It’s the feeling of being filled to the birm, the constriction of his hand around your throat, the tip of his cock abusing your sweet spot. It’s Jisung. It’s all making you dumb, vocabulary leaving your head as the only thing you can do is pant and moan and cry out his name.

“J-Jisung.” You moan out, hands wrapping around the wrist that’s choking you. The feeling of your nails digging into his skin makes him hiss; lifting his knee up and resting it on the bed to pound into you even harder.

“Say it again.” If you weren’t near incoherent, you would hear how unstable his voice has gotten. Less commanding and more whiny, the tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm. “Tell me who you fucking belong to.”

“Jisung.”

“Who?” His voice is close to a yell, rivaling your moans in volume.

“Jisung! You, fuck-fucking you, Jisung!” You’re screaming, throat raw from how loud you’ve begun to shout his name.

Using the hand around your throat, he turns your head and kisses you. It’s nothing but tongue and teeth, a sloppy mess that rivals his thrusts. He feels your walls fluttering around him, but can’t slow down. Won’t slow down. Both of your highs as rapid as his pace.

What pushes Jisung over the edge is when his tongue moves across your bottom lip. He can taste your tears, your drool.

Your strawberry lip gloss.

With a deep moan of your name, Jisung cums first. It’s hard and plenty, the amount of warm cum spurting inside you so hard, almost making him lose balance. Your climax hits shortly after, just as much of a mess as his. The feeling of his release, mixed with yourself, is dizzying.

The hand on your throat moves to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a softer kiss as Jisung pulls out of you. Immediately, your legs start trembling, unable to hold yourself up without his assistance.

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips, affirming his statement with another soft kiss. “I love you so much, baby.”

You tiredly smile, letting Jisung pepper sweet kisses across your tear stained face. It’s incredible how quickly his persona changes — once the mean, hard dom, now the loving, gentle boy you fell in love with.

“I love you.” You mumble, relishing the way his lips feel on your face.

There were a multitude of reasons why Jisung loved you. Some were small, like the endearing way you leave your socks lying around the house. Some were big, like the way you squeeze his hand gently when he’s starting to get overwhelmed in public, a reminder that you’re always there for him. It was a never ending list, new things being tacked on as he falls deeper in love with you.

But Jisung really loves the way you challenge him, always ready to fight him for what you want. And today was the perfect example.

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