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theplumsoldier · 9 months

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loverboy

summary: carmen makes a move on you while you think he's still got a girlfriend. could've gone smoother but you end up inviting him

pairing: carmy berzatto x afab!reader

word count: 4,2k

warnings: insecurities, self-doubt, small lies (carm makes you believe he lives closer to you than he does), vulgar language, mention of "setting boundaries" of a not-yet-existing-fwb-relationship, 18+ MDNI; smut, unprotected sex, semi-public grinding, oral (f&m receiving) soft!carm, idiots in love, friends to lovers!!

"You know, I don't think I've said this." He hadn't. "But I'm-I'm really—we're all really glad to have you here."

He was nodding to himself as he said it, and he hoped you didn't notice the hesitation. Carmy wasn't for a second doubtful that they were happy—he was certainly happy that you had joined the crew during the hectic weeks prior to The Bear's opening.

It was just that now, here, sitting alone with you in the back alley of the restaurant, sharing one of the bottles of expensive-as-shit Coup Beaujolais, he was getting unsure of himself. On whether he had completely misread your banter. He wasn't very good with that, flirting—never knew when someone was hitting on him and always double-checking whether he himself was, in fact, hitting on someone. Richie had said the chemistry between you guys was more dangerous than Fak recalibrating. Fucking stupid, he thought, but it made him think.

And then Carmy realized he had been flirting with you, in his own stupid fucking way which he worried you hadn't picked up on. Shit, he hadn't noticed it before Richie told him. Now that he sat there, with you, alone, he wondered if Richie had been fucking with him again.

Carmy wanted to know how you felt about him, but he didn't want to fuck up as was his specialty lately—didn't wanna make you uncomfortable, didn't wanna make anything weird.

"Yeah, uh. Thanks, chef," said you, chewing at your bottom lip to ease the tension. Carmy had a real habit of making situations awkward. "I'm glad you'll have me."

Phrasing.

Carm nodded, the persistent way he does whenever he's turning words in his head. You could almost hear the gears scraping.

"You always seem so cool—about everything. Like, even though we're jumpin' off the fuckin' walls, screaming n'shit, you'll just—you're collected. S'a real good quality, you know?"

You grinned, thinking of those exact memories, some just a couple of hours old. "Yeah, well—I'm sure it's more hectic n'the kitchen, right? Like there's, open fire, sharp knives and shit. Gotta be jumpin', like, all the time, yeah? To avoid the obstacles n'stuff."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Peter Parker-type shit."

"Yeah."

You held the plastic cup out and he poured you another one.

"Anyway, keeps me sane, you know? I think—I think at some point you made me realize that—that, you know, it's not normal to fuckin' scream all day. Like I didn't even realize I got fuckin' migraines 'til it was quiet, you feel me?"

It made you bubbly, to hear that Carmen did in fact appreciate having you be a part of the team.

You just sat there, quietly watching him. His bicep popped when he poured a slob into his own cup. You watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips before taking a sip.

You sat like that, speaking mindlessly for a while, sharing experiences and goofing around. You loved this, getting to know him better, but when you suddenly found that he had sought closer to you, you felt your heart leap.

His body was so close you could feel the heat of his body radiate. It was intoxicating, more than the wine and though your subconscious reminded you it was wrong to lean into his welcoming touch, you couldn't help but forget what was right and wrong.

His crystal blue eyes caught the light from the street lamp, and you were mesmerized as he looked into your soul. You felt vulnerable but safe in his company.

Though there had been much lead-up, it seemed to come out of the blue. Carmy leaned in, and his eyes were fixated on your lips. Before your lips touched, your senses returned and you moved back against the fence.

"Yo, what the fuck are you doing?"

Fuck.

"Wait—I'm sorry! I'm sorry."

"You have a girlfriend!"

Oh.

"Wha—no, no—shit, that's not—" he stumbled back, running a hand over his dazed face, dragging the expression down with it.

Fuck—fuck! Carmen thought he must look like a fucking jagoff.

He stood with his back to you, but you could see the way his broad shoulders heaved with every.

You pushed, not appreciating the silence. "Yeah, no—her name is Claire. You've been dating her a couple months now and known her, for like, forever. That ring any bells?"

When Carmen turned around to face you, he looked defeated. He then crouched down beside you again.

"We broke up."

What?

Carmen told you how he had had an existential crisis during opening night, how he had thought he vented to Tina while stuck in the walk-in, and Claire had heard everything he had said. You could sense the sadness in his voice, but there was no regret. It spread a warm feeling in your chest, and you immediately felt a pang of guilt. When you had first met Carm, he had been with Claire and so the immediate attraction you had felt—well, you had obviously tried to suppress that.

"—I guess I just... I realized I can't both manage a—a restaurant and a relationship. I—I don't know, it don't come natural to me."

Your brows were furrowed, mixed feeling prickling at your skin. "So... why'd you try to kiss me just now?"

Again, he looked despondent.

"I—fuck, I don't know, I've—I guess I've just been feeling this for a while now, with—with you and I dunno. Richie's been getting in my head and I had a stupid thought and figured fuck it, you know?"

It wasn't a question but he was looking for an answer on your expression. Carmen feared you had stopped him from kissing you, not because you thought he had a girlfriend, but because you didn't want to kiss him.

Carmy watched as you looked thoughtfully at the ground, his hands fidgeting as you did the same.

Fuck.

It's over, he thought to himself.

Battling the voices in your head telling you not to, you said: "You know, it's not that the thought of kissing you, like, disgusts me."

His head tilted upward, hope in his sorry eyes.

"No?" he quizzed sheepishly.

"No," you chuckled. "I mean, I've thought about it before."

Carm lit up. "Ye—yeah?"

"Yeah," nodded you, wetting your lips as you recalled your fantasies. "It'd probably be stupid though, right?"

"So stupid," he agreed, nodding vigorously as if trying to shake the thought. It would be fucking stupid. He knew it. But it didn't deter him. Carm wanted to take the chance. He shouldn't, after all, he broke it off with Claire because he "wasn't ready". Why would he be ready now? "Still want to, though."

So badly. It felt more like an urge; a need rather than a want.

"So do it," you finally tested.

If you didn't, you were sure you'd back out, run into the kitchen with your tail between your legs. But you would regret that, you knew it. You tried to convince yourself you shouldn't back away. You wanted this—had for a while. Carm was the one who should second-guess himself, not you. He had ended a relationship because he couldn't dedicate himself and now he wanted to give it another shot. With you. It made you desperate, knowing he wanted you like you wanted him. Still, you worried he would kiss you and regret it immediately, confirmed in his suspicions—he didn't have time for romance. Keep your eye on the price.

"Fuck it," breathed he, putting aside an internal battle and leaned closer, knocking aside the bottle of wine as he pressed his hungry lips to you.

Your lips felt plump against his, chewed with anticipation and soft with spit. You tasted like a perfect dessert.

Lost in the growing heat, you cradled his face, swiping your warm tongue over his needy lips and Carmen did not hesitate to grant you entrance. A desperate although soft whine escaped him and you swallowed it down, living for the way he desired you.

Without interrupting the dance your tongues twirled, Carmen's large palm grasped your hip and pulled you into his lap. Automatically you ground down on him and moaned at the sensation of what you did to him.

You'd thought about how he would feel against you. From behind the bar, you always had a perfect view of his station and often got distracted by the way he moved—the way his mouth curled when he would scream commands, the way his arms would flex as he worked. It was a surprise nobody had filed a complaint against you. On more than one occasion you had mixed the wrong drink or spilled liquor because you just couldn't keep your eyes off of him. It was unprofessional, but he was mesmerizing like a starry sky; the longer you looked, the deeper you fell into the abyss.

Carmen mumbled a curse under his breath as he broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he ground up into your clothes sex.

"Do—doesn't feel so stupid, huh?"

You grinned and shook your head lightly, pressing your forehead against his.

"If we're gonna fuck we should probably talk about it," you said blatantly. "Set some ground rules."

Carmen was caught off guard for a second. He knew what he wanted but when you said it so casually it made something twitch in him.

His eyes were attached to your lips. They looked so delicious, kissed rough and he pulled at your bottom lip with his thumb before he even registered it.

"Probably," he breathed even though he wasn't quite sure what your words actually meant. He was quite literally thinking with his cock.

Carmen clashed his insatiable lips to yours again, but the second he did so, the back door to The Bear clicked open and Marcus appeared, garbage bags in hand. By the time you looked up at him, you had clumsily shuffled off of Carmen, sitting awkwardly with your legs to your chest. You weren't sure what he'd seen nor what he made of it.

"Hey," he hummed, moving to sling the plastic bags into the container.

"Sup, bro," acknowledged Carm, putting his hands on his hips, suddenly standing up, playing it cool.

"Imma call it a night," Marcus said. "See y'all tomorrow."

"Yeah, uh—good job t'day."

Marcus disappeared and Carmen looked back down at you, holding out a hand to help you to your feet. The interruption had broken the spell.

"Can I walk you home?" he offered. It made more sense to him, taking you home. He wasn't about to violate health code on the kitchen floor of his own restaurant.

"You live close to Maygrey?"

No.

"Yeah."

The walk might do him some good, he figured. Perhaps the chivalrous gesture would help him get lucky tonight, and even if you decided you were not about to fool around with him, he could at least say he had done a good deed today.

Carm hadn't realized you made a twenty-minute walk every night, and although he often did the same, it bothered him a great deal. He hadn't had any uncomfortable encounters himself, but he knew Sugar had. One time when she had been late to dinner at his place because of some creep bothering her on the street, and he had asked her why she hadn't called him (he would have picked her up), she told him it was not a first nor was it a last. It angered him, knowing it was not unusual for a woman to feel afraid when walking alone.

Carmen recalled your mention of ground rules, but you didn't once embark on the topic. Instead of talking about sex, you joked as if you were friends and nothing more. It made him wonder if you regretted kissing him.

Of course you invited him up. How could you not?

Carm looked dubious suddenly and you raised a brow, giving him a soft smile.

"I won't be mad if you turn me down now. No hard feelings."

He realized you were just a pair of self-doubting idiots—none of you wanting to pressure the other into something you might regret. And Carmen knew he might just do that—not because he was unsure whether he wanted this with you (he hadn't wanted something this much in a long time), no—he feared he would find himself in the same emotional clusterfuck he had with Claire.

Something about you made him want to throw caution to the wind and become the loverboy he so pathetically wanted to be for you.

How could he ever turn you down? A simple kiss in a back alley had dragged him in too deep.

You stood atop the staircase and watched curiously as Carmen closed the space. His hand cradled your face and he planted a soft kiss on your lips, not as vigorous a kiss as earlier that night, but just as hungry, just as passionate.

He then gave you a reassuring look and you knew you had it bad cause you could've sworn you fell in love with him just then.

Grabbing his hand you dragged him along with you, eagerly pulling him up the steps to your apartment, not wasting a goddamn second in connecting your lips again.

Carm chuckled against your lips as you pushed him into the door, closing it with him as if locking you away from the outside world. It was just the two of you.

Carmen was too far away to realize you had undone his belt until the familiar clinking sounded. He was so fucking hard by now, aroused by your eagerness. It was almost mortifying.

He composed himself. "Where's the bedroom?"

You gave him a look. "It's a one-room apartment, Carm."

For the first time, he looked around and got the message. The kitchen was awkwardly lodged into a small corner of the living room and the living room was also the bedroom. There was a door three feet ahead but he was unsure whether it was a closet or a bathroom.

"So when I fuck you on the couch I'll also be fucking you in the dining room?"

You looped your arms around his front from behind, pointing to the corner of the room. "Yeah, n'the trashcan over there's the bathroom."

He spun around, placing his large hands on your hips to keep you close. "Cozy."

There was a glimmering to his eyes, and his contagious charm infected you with an enticing smirk. You leaned in, cradling your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.

"So you gonna fuck me Carmy? Or are ya just all talk?" teased you, planting wet kisses against his throat, sucking the place below his ear. That's the spot.

In a flash, he hooked your legs around his waist and you would've been embarrassed by the stupid fucking giggle escaping you if a low moan hadn't interrupted you. His restrained cock felt even bigger now, pressing up into your clothed crotch.

You could hardly wait to see his weeping head.

Carmen straddled you on the couch, breaking your lips apart to shift his focus. Peppering kisses down your neck, your chest heaved with a shaky breath, whining for him. You wondered if he would flip you over and fuck you roughly if you asked nicely.

Another time you told yourself. Tonight, you were too ecstatic as he worshipped your body like the prettiest fucking tenderloin he'd ever seen. The thought made you smile into your arm, gasping as his hot breath swept over your belly.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he murmured against your skin, tongue poking out to taste the flesh.

Writhing beneath him, you tugged at his curls, and he swore he was about to bust right there, with your glossy and dazed eyes blinking down at him. Fuck, Carm wanted to hear you beg for him.

"What is it, baby girl?" he taunted, looking curiously at you while he peppered kisses across the skin he exposed by lifting up your shirt.

When you ground up your hips to show him where you wanted him, he kept you pressed against the cushion. You cried out.

"Carmy!" you mewled, helplessly thrashing.

After removing your shirt, he praised your patience: "you're so good for me," he said and unbuttoned your jeans. "Tell me what you want, sweet girl."

You threw your head back into a pillow with a thud, wanting to both strangle and fuck him (which you had wanted many times already since you started bartending at The Bear) as he pressed teasing, open-mouthed kisses by the seams of your panty line.

"Just—mpff! Fuck me already, Carm," you whined.

His face tilted up and you wanted to slap the smirk right off of his sly face. "In a minute, baby."

As he moved back a little, you thought he was finally going to give you what you wanted, but when you arched your back with need he used your movements to flip you onto your stomach. He roughly placed you as he pleased, propping you on your knees, and slid in under you.

"Just a quick taste, baby," he drawled.

Realizing he was gonna eat you out, you melted completely, seated perfectly on his face as was his wish. You barely managed to get comfortable before he hooked a finger through the leg of your underwear, the cold of his ring making you shiver and he dug in like a man starved.

A sound bordering on a thirsty moan and a dry cry escaped you. Carmen looped his arms around your thighs. His tongue explored the nooks of your lips, lapping slick from your folds and into your pussy.

A string of curses left your lips as he relished your juices, groaning into your cunt. He couldn't help but relieve some of the pressure on his impossibly hard cock by palming himself through his jeans.

He had lost himself for a moment there and when he looked up, he became doe-eyed with adoration. You had removed your bra.

His hand left his cock and slid up your curves, palming your breast instead and the other went to deftly work your clit. He elicited a muffled shriek from you, obviously surprised by the sudden added sensation to the delicate bud.

"Carmy," you panted, grinding your hips against his mouth, all of it seeming both too much and not enough. He was going to ruin you and you would let him. "Fu—fuck! M'gonna come, Carm."

Your confession merely made him more eager, more hungry and he concentrated on bringing you closer, encouraging each wave of your hips with a low moan. Carmen let you fuck his face, rolling and grinding on him to persuade your release closer. You grabbed at his curls to steady yourself as it came in euphoric waves, moaning, crying, whimpering, and grinning as he lapped your cum, savoring every last drop. It quickly became too much though, and as his nose tickled your sensitive clit, you fell apart, tilting over and crashing above him.

"Ho—holy fuck," you panted and he stood up from the couch, ridding himself of his clothes until there was nothing but a gold chain gleaming at his chest.

Still recovering from your orgasm, you gaped at his size. The head was red and strained, pre-cum beading the slit making it look like it was crying. The shaft was long with protruding veins drawing purple along the length and he was thick, too thick to fit in the circle created when you connect the tip of your index with that of your thumb.

He was perfect.

Carmen looked a bit flustered from your shameless gawking but you couldn't help it. "You're beautiful, Carm."

He grinned sheepishly down at you, grasping your legs, pulling you to the edge of the couch, resting your calves on his shoulders.

"You are," he insisted, pressing his lips to yours in a feverishly soft kiss as he aligned his head with your folds.

Gasping, you took a second to relax around his head, knowing it would sting painfully if you didn't. You wouldn't let anything ruin this moment. Not with his eyes gazing so intensely down at you; not with saliva connecting your mouths with a string, not with him before you like this, looking like he was carved by fucking Donatello, nothing hiding an inch of his tantalizingly soft skin bar the gold chain dangling from his neck.

You instinctively edged closer, putting a hand on his shoulder to guide him into you. He eased into you as he kissed you hungrily—insatiable, always needing more of your taste.

Carm held his breath as he bottomed out, finally exhaling a shaky breath. He couldn't believe how good you felt around him, hugging—no squeezing the life out of his cock as you desperately clawed on his back, feeling every cleft and hill, moaning into his mouth. He hoped your nails would leave marks on his skin.

With your forehead pressed against his, you looked down with hooded eyes and watch as he slid in, devastatingly slow, inch by inch. Carm followed your gaze.

"God, look how good you're takin' me, baby. Doin' so well f'me—doin' so good," he groaned, head digging into your neck, licking, sucking, biting.

He commenced a thrusting-grinding pace, reaching every crevice inside you, tickling all the right places. You cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure so delicious as he poked and prodded places untouched. He felt unreal.

Soon Carmen drilled into you like a madman, steadying himself against your hips, rutting into you at a bruising pace. You'd feel him long after he was gone.

You held him close by his neck, securing him by threading your fingers through that damn sexy gold chain and the locks of his hair. His brows were furrowed, concentration and bliss evident in his expression.

You begged him to go faster, harder—before you knew it he granted your wish and his hand had returned to your poor clit, and you grasped whatever you could, the armrest, cushions, him.

You chanted his name, exchanging your vocabulary for his name so that he was all you knew. Carm fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own as you cried his name. The combination of your moans, your begging, and the vulgar sounds of your skin slapping—it made him fucking delirious.

His bicep flexed delectably as he put all his weight on his right arm, making a considerate pause for a sweet but overwhelmingly intense kiss, only to thrust impossibly deeper.

Feeling his consistent pace become erratic, you begged him. "Please, please, Carm—fill me up."

You could feel your frantic pleas going straight to his cock as he twitched inside you, groaning—but fuck it sounded like a frail whimper.

The furrow between his brows deepened, a red blush painting his face and chest.

"You're fuckin' unreal," he manages, shaking his head.

Carmy's pace became sloppier and more desperate, cursing into your mouth as he stuttered, a strangled moan signaling his high.

He filled you up, squirting white ropes of velvety cum into you. You felt his seed trickle out as if there was not enough room for his generous load. Then he collapsed beside you.

You lay still for a minute or so, chests heaving in unison as you came back down to Earth.

"Fuck," he said after some time, pronouncing the cuss as if he had just learned the word.

You chuckled, agreeing. "Yeah."

"Shit, lemme get ya somethin' for the—"

"No, no—don't worry," you stopped him, already getting up before he could do much. He watched you go, admiring your naked body. You reached between your legs, feeling his cum trickle down your thighs. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Carmy laughed when he realized what was going on, a sort of childish grin he couldn't hold back from rumbling in his chest. He hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time.

You disappeared out of sight. He heard water running splash and he figured you were cleaning yourself. Carmen wondered if he would get to fill you up again—preferably sometime soon.

You returned with a damp washcloth, your feet padding softly against the floor as you approached him. Carm couldn't help but smile endearingly as he went to move to free up space for you, but you placed a soft hand on his thigh as if telling him to lie still instead.

"Oh—" he began when he noticed the washcloth, but to his surprise you wrapped your lips around his cock, earning a strangled moan from him. Your warm tongue licked him clean and you hollowed your cheeks around him as if vacuuming his mess.

The pleasure turned into a ticklish feeling and he felt like grinning and kicking his feet suddenly. You looked up through your lashes, and he felt as if his eyes had remolded into heart shapes.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, looking at you with such tooth-rotting affection it made him wonder if he loved you. In this situation, it felt natural to say to you—it felt easy and welcome, right on the tip of his tongue.

You offered him an enchanting smile and took his large hand to your mouth, kissing his knuckles, then began cleaning his cock with the washcloth.

Carmen's head dropped back at your touch and he exhaled deeply.

A smile danced across his face and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand; the one you had kissed.

What am I going to do with you?

#theplumsoldier #carmy x reader #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #the bear carmy #the bear #jeremy allen white #the bear fx

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ankles-be-bitten · 4 months

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i can't get over how royally the ineffable husbands managed to fuck things up but it literally couldn't have gone any other way.

so many spoilers for good omens 2 ahead <3

i know it's been done to death but i've got so many thoughts about their dynamic. like what the hell. but at the same time, i personally believe this was the only way it could've gone. obviously, if the metatron hadn't been involved, it would've gone much smoother, but our boys can't control him. he may as well be the weather.

crowley is an optimist. you can see that clearly in how he's certain how aziraphale will respond to his confession. he's sure he'll get his thoughts out, all will be well, they'll go out for an extremely alcoholic brunch at the ritz. he knows aziraphale loves him, he's barely even worried about it until the time actually comes.

which is why it's so utterly heartbreaking that aziraphale interrupted him, but as frustrating as it is, it's SO in character. it's especially evident in season 2 that it's almost always crowley listening to aziraphale, humoring him and his interests. hell, he even says it himself in the coffee shop: aziraphale frequently calls on him just to tell him about good things he's done or accomplishments he's proud of. and that's great! it's wonderful that crowley cares about aziraphale's interests and accomplishments, as much as he might feign indifference or even disapproval (as with the magic tricks). but the inverse is literally unheard of. to be fair, crowley and aziraphale are very different people with different emotional needs, but crowley acknowledges in Every Day as he's preparing to confess that he's not much of a talker, he needs to say what needs to be said right now, or it's never gonna happen. he has a need and that need is not being met, which in isolation feels INSANE for aziraphale. he's so aware of the wants and needs of those around him, highly empathetic, and receptive to others' emotions--but i noticed a bit of a pattern.

consider his behavior in scotland with elspeth and dalrymple. he readily condemns elspeth to hell, ignores the absurdity of his statements about poverty and purity, and if i remember correctly he harbored much of the same sentiment towards mr. dalrymple, that is, until he realized why they were doing what they were doing. it wasn't until the boy with the tumor was humanized to him that he realized exactly why the cadavers were needed, which created the pathway needed for him to empathize with elspeth. he's kind and generous towards maggie because he's known her all her life, she's a real person to him. aziraphale doesn't naturally empathize with people he doesn't really connect with, which i'm guessing is a byproduct of his time in heaven. the only real outlier i can name is job and his family, which can pretty easily be chalked up to aziraphale having a deep respect for the man and his devotion to the god he, too devoutly served.

so then why isn't he as receptive towards crowley's needs? they've known each other for thousands if not millions if not billions of years, a far cry longer than aziraphale knew maggie or elspeth--not to mention the fact that he never knew the boy with the tumor at all. they've seen everything together; aziraphale has undoubtedly seen crowley at his very lowest, so why does it seem like he doesn't care at all about what crowley has to say in Every Day?

my guess is that it boils down to crowley being closed off emotionally, hidden behind his veil of sarcasm and dry humor. aziraphale saw elspeth, wee morag, maggie, job, and even technically the boy with the tumor at their most vulnerable. he saw them at their most human.

but he just doesn't see crowley that way. in his mind, crowley is an entirely separate entity. he doesn't cry to aziraphale about having to live in his car or his plants having brown spots. he's often incredibly indirect, sometimes painfully so, to the point where aziraphale frequently doesn't get the point until it's much too late, like with elspeth and wee morag. aziraphale is a creature of habit, and he just isn't used to what crowley has to say being urgent or time sensitive, it all unravels itself eventually, why should this be different? yes, crowley did say outright that it needed to happen now, but aziraphale had just been given what he saw as the opportunity of eternity for both of them. no more would it be "too late," they would have all the time in the world--more, even. whatever crowley had to say in that moment couldn't possibly be more important than eternity together.

and so he did what he's always done. he went straight to crowley to tell him about the Good Thing that's happened, this time for both of them, and the offer really hit a nerve, perfectly illustrating the way crowley was not being fulfilled in the relationship with a finality that honestly just made him snap. why on earth would he want to become an angel again? he'd never expressed an interest in that, often being vocal about the opposite, albeit in his vague manner; yet another example of aziraphale learning his lesson all too late. aziraphale didn't hear or really see crowley at all, and maybe he never had. maybe he didn't know he needed to.

that kiss was crowley's last ditch attempt to get aziraphale to see him, really see him, as a person with emotional wants and needs. one fabulous kiss and we're good, right?

maybe not. but i think so. much like the story behind the tumor in dalrymple's office was the catalyst aziraphale needed to see elspeth, i think the kiss was the catalyst aziraphale needed to see crowley. that level of emotional vulnerability we had only seen from crowley when he thought aziraphale was gone forever in s1, and aziraphale didn't even realize that was about him.

but he knows now, and i think he'll do better going forward. he is capable of learning from his mistakes, i think we've more than proven that by now, and it's almost always crowley that enables that change. you can see in his eyes after the kiss how incredibly conflicted he is, and i'll be damned if a good portion of that isn't kicking himself for not really being there for crowley, even if he doesn't consciously realize that's what the issue is at that point. there is almost definitely guilt in those eyes; michael sheen knows what he's doing. for once in his life crowley was clear and direct about what he meant and what he wanted and aziraphale was so absorbed in what he wanted, not just in that moment but throughout their entire friendship, that he maybe genuinely had no clue about that facet of crowley's character.

i really don't know what's going on with him in the elevator at the end and i'm not too keen on speculating about that at this time, but whatever it is i'm sure it'll reveal itself in due time. to be honest i don't know that it's anything to do with crowley at all, and therefore may not even be relevant to this post, which is already very long and rambly.

i would absolutely love to discuss this further and to hear insight from others. i'm new to tumblr so i don't expect much visibility, but if you get this far and have thoughts about this do please share!

#good omens speculation #analysis i guess #i have no clue what this actually is #it's 3 am and i'm autistic #crowley #aziraphale #gomens

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heavyonthecost · 10 months

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Been doing a bunch of Mirror Dungeon challenge runs and figured I'd ramble about them somewhere

Overall impressions tl;dr: Gregor's healing passives OP, evade is busted, stalling is your best friend

Sunshower Heathcliff + Base Don Quixote:

First sub-5 active unit run I actually finished. Forgot how many stages needed resetting but I remember some late 3rd floor stages being hell and this is when I figured out that for limited party size runs abno battles are much less annoying than non-abno battles. Also base Greg's passive is a lifesaver, literally

RB duo:

This was piss-easy, between Greg's tankiness and the combined self-healing from their passives there was never really any point when I was worried either of them would die. Still fun, but not really much of a challenge.

G Corp duo:

This was smooth sailing up until the last pre-boss non-abno battle, and I will forever hate how even if you choose a guard/evade skill in non-abno battles it won't get applied to the fastest enemy that targets you. Had to reset a number of times until I got a lucky hit with overclocked Legerdemain but overall, could've been worse

LCCB duo:

This was actually my second run with these two after the first one ended in epic fail, and for the second go I remembered the importance of stalling until you've gathered enough mats so that the most useful passives will activate start of next battle. Nearly SNAFU'd when I miscalculated damage numbers and prematurely ended a battle I meant to stall for more healing but still got there in the end if not without resets

Lobcorp Faust solo:

First solo run I finished, and one where I felt just how busted evade is. Abno battles were basically non-issues, though latter non-abno battles were pretty much "pray that you can tank one round staggered then start wrecking havoc + evading then stall until you've healed enough". Fluid Sac helps with wiping up non-abno mobs but I didn't want to use up too many gloom resources and keep losing Greg & Zwei Sinclair's passives, though again if you can tank the first few waves you can stall to rebuild your stash up to a point. All in all, still on this side of the fun kind of challenge rather than frustrating

N Sinclair solo:

That this gave me more trouble than Lobcorp Faust solo speaks to just how broken evade is as a defensive skill. With guard, sometimes you do need to calculate damages to predict how much you can actually tank (though with some 3rd floor non-abno battles it's 'reset and pray the enemy gets shit coin tosses' as usual). Also might've gone smoother if I wasn't scared of corrosion (which never happened anyway) and just chose Impending Day instead of Lifetime Stew orz. Anyway the sheer amount of stalling I needed in both this and the previous solo run made me realise just how hard, if not near impossible save for insane luck, a solo run with a counter defensive skill would be though I'm still not fully giving up on that solo Foxcliff run

#limbus company #project moon

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kombatgf · 1 year

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For the Valentine’s Day asks: adoration, be mine, crush, confession and date night w/ Xytrax? :3

adoration — how would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

Xytrax is extremely matter of fact and pretty reserved about his personal life. I imagine he doesn't really offer up personal information unless it's explicitly asked about, and even then it's rare that he gets very emotional. Still, I think it would come up on occasion in his friend group. He would be a bit standoff-ish mentioning Anaïs the first few times but soon he would start telling his friends small details about the dates they go on. He doesn't gush very often, so it's honestly hard to answer this question! I think when their relationship comes up in conversation, he would say simple facts instead of gushing. “We went to pick out records.” “She bought me this shirt.” “I'm visiting her again.” etc. His friends can tell what this means.

be mine — how would they react to you flirting with them, do they get flustered? flirt back?

The first time he doesn't even pick it up. He struggles with social cues and he completely misses her intentions. I think he only catches on when he starts getting feelings himself. Xytrax gets more flustered if the flirting happens in public or around other people, but in private he will probably give a deadpan flirt in response. He's actually not bad at flirting and getting Anaïs flustered, but it's a rare occasion for him to be the one to initiate the flirting.

crush — when did your f/o realize their feelings for you? how did they deal with those feelings?

Anaïs starts visiting him regularly at the record shop he works at, she starts bringing him coffee and making up excuses as to why she needs another record this week. He starts to catch on a bit from here and the way he decides to flirt back is by visiting the place she works at and doing the same exact thing she did to him. When nothing happens next, Xytrax will straight up ask her “What do you want?” Because he feels for her but why hasn't she said anything already? Why wait for her to make a move?

confession — how’d the confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/o’s) thoughts abt how you both were back then?

Continuing from the last question, Anaïs is a bit taken aback but ultimately she has to explain to him Yes, I do like you. He's glad to hear that, but struggles with how complicated it is to understand what other people are feeling. Neither of them think much of this confession. I think Anaïs wishes it could've gone down a bit smoother but ultimately she's understanding of the entire situation. What matters is that it happened ans they can be together now.

date night — describe your ideal date with them! spare no expense, realism to the wind, what’s your dream outing?

Hmm.. maybe going to a music festival? They could do eachothers makeup, decorate his headphones, find matching band tees to wear. I know music is part of his special interest so I think he'd be really happy about it. Bonus points if his own band ends up performing at the festival as well. Other than that, I'm not sure. I think they're both content with just hanging out at home and bumming around. They don't really feel the need to go on a ton of dates, especially if they have to get all dressed up for them.

thank you so much for the ask!!! i was struggling with chronic fatigue yesterday and couldnt get it done before bed but i was so excited to finally fill this out!

#thanks again!!!#asks #ship: silent exchanges 🥀

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poppys-pets-and-arts · 2 years

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Rehoused Kali today! It only took around 12 minutes and I honestly don't think it could've gone smoother. Why do NWs get such a bad rap? They're a joy to work with in my experience<33

I just used tortoise substrate for the new enclosure. I've had bad experiences with cocoa fiber and just find dirt so much more comfortable to work with. And I think the spiders like it too - it's very easy for them to dig burrows in.

Oh, and sorry about the lack of audio, I forgot to add any. I also have no idea why the text moves around sometimes djkfhgl

#spiders #spider #spiderblr #bugblr #tarantula #tarantulas #my pets #kalibi

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alterrune · 2 years

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Man… must’ve been great.

It certainly was.

Randy Radman is one of, if not the youngest leader of the Clan. Believe it or not, he's actually one of the few past Toppat leaders who are still alive today. He's even visited for some of the events the higher-ups like me and the others have organized.

The "Party Era" was something that Radman states was "a party that could've gone a lot smoother". He started off spending money on things that weren't really neccesary. He really didn't know how to manage a budget that well. When he got the news about the bankruptcy, however, he actually decided to sell all the unneccesary clutter and use the money he recovered to not only ensure the Clan would stay financially stable, but also to reinforce the airship in numerous ways so that it would be more capable of flying in more dangerous environments. He even used money from his own pocket at times.

If it wasn't for him, the Airship would be much less versatile than it is today. He later retired from the Clan to do some solo work (with a hefty sum of money given to him as a reward for all his hard work), but he still visits the Toppats from time to time.

He's almost like a distant uncle to the Clan: He doesn't visit often, but when he does visit, it's absolutely AMAZING.

Me and Violet actually met the guy recently during a seasonal event. Turns out he can be a seriously good DJ.

He's like a good version of Terence Suave. He's a bit self absorbed, for sure, but he knows what the clan wants, and like a DJ at a party, he'll give them exactly what they need.

#altering the outcome #ask the ato cast #the colorstreak battalion

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nonclassyparty · 1 year

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I feel like we're gonna get a huge timeskip towards the end where they all matured in their own corner of the world & met after x years to catch up and 'hehe we were all so dumb back then'

Also everything could've gone so much smoother if they just stopped saying 'fucking' in front of every word. 'I won't fucking date you' sounds so SO much more hostile than 'I won't date you'. 🤭

Also Mingi x Wooyoung confrontation when? 👀

And person who reacted to my long ass ask where I mentioned San saying she can't have problems bc she's rich and about Mingi projecting and blah blah, bless you for thinking the exact same as me mwah! 💋

—𝒽 ₓ

THAT WILL HAPPEN!! there will be a bit of a time skip near the end

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I don't know what it is about the "Dabi could've been a Nomu" plot that ticks me off so much. Is it because I expected his backstory to take place fully within the Todoroki House without Ujiko butting in? Could be, because the second half was my OC's backstory I wrote a good four years before Dabi got it! Maybe part of it is how crazy it is that Dabi knows all this yet he still hangs around Ujiko, around the League knowing all their issues. About what AFO is to Shigaraki. It's like joining a group and knowing all their dirty little dark secrets and being 😐 about it all. All his secret agendas and knowing he's different from the rest of them yet mingling around with them and showing? Some kind of solidarity with the League at times, while also being cold to them is driving me up a wall. It's not like I demand he show a reaction to this or anything, like "oh that's wild, this isn't okay, you guys good?" in fact I love that the reaction he does have is (*Shigaraki having a therapy session in Ujiko's basement*) (Dabi's face: 😒 :/ can I go home now?) I mean, who knows. Maybe he's thinking something inside, I make faces like that too, but he just reminds me of those isekai reader-insert fics where the OC had read everything about the manga and is casually interacting with the big names like it's all chill and they're a super genius and everyone has no idea~ about them~ Something about that is frustrating to me. It's one thing if it's a fic, totally other for it to be a canon character, especially when that character is Dabi who we did not see this coming for. I wouldn't have cared had he not known and recognized Ujiko, but it's the self-awareness that ticks me off. You're a fictional character, not a puppet master.

You know what. This whole thing would've gone over way better if Hori had just given HINTS that Dabi knew more than he let on instead of dumping it IN THE FINAL FREAKING ARC. It would've gone even smoother if we knew more about Ujiko and AFO's involvement with orphanages and their whole manipulating children and pre and post Shigaraki replacements and Nomu scheme instead of whatever we got in Vigilantes and a single line in the databook! Me? Complaining about puppet master tendencies in characters as a Hawks stan? Who show their true colors later? Well we at least knew about it from the start. It's not that I dislike the character type, Dabi needed better set-up, he was sidelined the ENTIRE MANGA until the Touya reveal. I adore him as a villain, but my god do some of Hori's choices really- Welp...I didn't come here for it to end up a rant, oops. I just saw a twitter clip where Dabi talks about Machia's quirks being "energy boost when excited or agitated" and "can't feel pain." All so he can keep fighting on the battlefield and I think. Yo, that's Dabi......and all this suddenly spilled out. It's not like Ujiko subtly made them possible in him too, no? But that's the kind of thing they'd call being born a twisted seed, the thing that would've made Dabi a good Nomu because it's part of his personality, the tenacity that would mix well with AFO's boost quirks and his pain receptors burnt by his quirk, a useful circumstance. I am once again asking how he can stomach this, Touya WHAT HAPPENED. When Endeavor said to make friends, this is not what he meant. How did your personality change so drastically.

He's been wandering around on his own for so long, eventually learning to make use of everything around him, he too is a villain, one of them, he fits right in appearance-wise, his quirk is strong, it doesn't matter in which circles he hangs around, even if it's AFO's cave as Spinner lets himself be turned into a Nomu, everything will come to an end eventually...okay, I can understand that. Dabi may not have had his own "loyalty to Shigaraki" awakening during My Villain Academia, but somewhere along the line his "I need to kill Shouto and Endeavor, this is for myself" turned into, "I need to tarnish hero society along with them" and then to "I sympathize with the rest of these guys who are also hurting and want their big revenge, let's do it together, this is our war. It's not just "me" that resulted from this society, but "us" over many decades of the rot and oppression building up." And I just want to know when and why. That's what would make this so much easier to accept rather than it just being.

The only thing about Dabi that Hori ever gives us is him talking, and talking, and talking. Which is full of lies and contradiction and general villain philosophy in between his honest opinions. Not exactly easy to sort out. Just once, I would really like some inner monologue from him, a solid self-reflection chapter. Every character has gotten one, EXCEPT HIM. And his backstory? Never once given to us by him. His life as a child and his death was narrated by Enji and Rei. His survival and "self" as Dabi was shown through Ujiko's eyes. We get pieces of Touya's personal feelings, but nothing on the journey of the present Dabi as a person. Maybe because there was nothing much in-between with his single minded focus on watching Endeavor videos and training for eight years straight, but. Surely something since the start of canon until now? Everyone else had character development, was he just a character lying in wait?

At this point, I would call the Touya reveal out-dated. Something in him has changed, and knowing what we learned there is not enough to understand his feelings about everything else. And I don't think we're going to find out until Endeavor finally connects with his son, until Touya is saved, and has that moment of clarity and peace to reflect back on all his actions as Dabi and what he really thinks about all this now that it's not buried under several layers of the Dabi persona he twisted himself into until it genuinely became him because he saw no other ending for himself.

Then, maybe. I can finally understand how to write his character as a good balance between what traits of the old Touya he kept, what he suppressed, what he lies to himself about, what empathy he has or what he ignores for the sake of being who Dabi is. Hoping his resolution doesn't come out from nowhere either, and I hope it's once again rooted in his feelings towards his family. It's too troublesome to mix it with the League, and PLF, and angry civilians.

Honestly I think you summed up Dabi's writing in one line perfectly: it wasn't set up correctly.

Hori tried to drop bomb after bomb about him during the final arcs and it's all just fallen flat beyond his reveal of him being Touya as there was nothing there previously for him.

He kept him too mysterious and now that he's trying to sell us his backstory with AFO and Ujiko, we're calling bullshit because it feels extremely shoehorned in. He's also been trying to make him come across as somewhat sympathetic towards the LoVs but his previous actions contradict this behaviour and just leaves the audience even more confused about him.

Dabi is just there for me at this point, he's a plot device for Hori to use to try and insult Endeavor and hero society but it fails time and time again. I'm honestly not looking forward to Dabi's ending because I very much doubt we'll feel like he deserved it, whatever it may end up being.

#bnha manga spoilers #bnha dabi #thanks for the ask!!#dabi went from one of my favourite villains to him being someone I really don't enjoy because of how hori handled him #I hate it

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charmre · 8 days

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I think I did OKAY in my internship interview today and am kicking myself a little bc it could've gone so much smoother O-|<

....THINKING MORE ON IT NOW I DON'T KNOW HOW WELL I DID SO I DIE NOW I GUESS

#personal #I just....really need an internship and this is like the last place in my city #and I can't really leave my city to go live anywhere else for the summer #but it's so limiting at the same time #so I'm *loud foghorn noise*

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Stiles & Other Stiles Dream Sequence

disclaimer: i have never seen teen wolf. all my knowledge comes from fanfiction. also spoilers

been having brainrot over this. ive been thinking about this since yesterday but like 'no. im not gonna write it'

..but now ive folded because i cant stop thinking about this conversation. maybe some of the dialogue feels weird. but thats because the first convo i came up with that probably ran a lot smoother i cannot remember. and i never wrote it down

[where the sheriff is dead]

the sheriff dies

stiles is all sad like '..i never got to tell him the truth.'

dream, where theres two stiles (would be void, but. idfk where in the timeline this would be and if that wouldve happened. well not void void but like. teh stiles that 'was' void. the thing of void that remained even when the actual thing left)

Other Stiles: You know what I think you feel? Relief.

Stiles: What?

Other Stiles: I think you felt relief. There's no one you would have to lie to anymore now that he's gone. No more tough conversations, no more facing his disappointment-- Just you and yourself. And now you can do whatever you want without worries of consequences.

Stiles: (..It didn't even occur to me..) No! That's not..!

Other Stiles: But isn't it? This isn't livable, y'know. Sneaking out every other day, researching till exhaustion hits you so bad you black out. He thought you did drugs. Ending up in the wrong sort of crowd. And no matter how much he grounded you, made you do chores, lectured-- it didn't work. And he probably thought, 'what am I doing wrong?'

Stiles: ...

Other Stiles: And you know what? Love can so easily turn into hate. Resentment. You know how he gets when he goes into one of his drunk stupors. Remember?

Stiles: No...

Other Stiles: When mom died. Remember what he said?

Stiles: Stop it!

Other Stiles: You killed her.

Stiles: Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!

Other Stiles: No matter how much you tell me to shut up, it doesn't change the fact that I'm correct. You want to know what he thought of you?

Stiles: No!

Other Stiles: You already know. After all, he tried everything! He gave you space, he tried to be there, and you just didn't budge. Because no, you were just too stubborn. Just like mom. You know, she didn't even tell dad about her diagnosis until months passed because she knew he'd be crushed. And you know what? He feared that you were doing the same thing. That one day he would find you dead in a ditch. And everyone would see you as just another drug addict who got a little too high and fucked up, and would spit on your name. Or you know what? Not even give a crap.

Stiles: Stop it...

Other Stiles: So if he wasn't the one doing anything wrong, then it was you. You were wrong.

Stiles: No...

Other Stiles: You were messed up and he had no idea how to fix you. What was the point of hiding anyway? Oh wait, I know! Because dear old dad loved you, but he didn't trust you. No, you broke it. And it was too late.

Stiles: I know that. I know that it was too late... I..

Other Stiles: Hell, maybe if you sprouted crap about werewolves and hunters, he would've given up right then and there. Because you were delusional, weren't you? And who knows, maybe if you told him at first, maybe he would've believed you. Or maybe he would've thought you were lying. Maybe he would've gotten mad. Like, who the hell are you to try to reason real life murder cases with fantasy, right? *laugh*

Stiles: ...

Other Stiles: No, how dare you? This isn't time for fun and games, Stiles! You think he would've said that? Maybe he would've been disgusted by you and your blasé attitude towards such a tragedy. Such a loss of life.

Stiles: ..That's not..

Other Stiles: You think you could've gotten proof? Everyone knows Scotty'll follow you. So what if he backs you up? Doesn't mean a thing. Besides, he was chasing after a girl, you really think he would've dropped it to prove to your dad, 'hey, I'm a monster!' And you know Derek would never have been up for it. No point in trying.

So all that's left is you and your words. Does he trust you? Does he trust you enough to believe what you're saying?

Stiles: ..Just stop it already.

Other Stiles: You know the answer. He wouldn't have believed you. Maybe he even hates you for having such a shitty son. Can't do anything right. Remember Jackson? Never would've thought it was in you to pull such a 'prank'. I thought I taught you better. Y'know?

Stiles: ..You're such a liar. I didn't feel relief. I never did. So what if there were hard times!? He was my dad! And I didn't make it any easier for him.. We still loved each other..

Other Stiles: Did he?

Stiles: Just! I don't need this right now. I don't need you trying to undermine everything and--

Other Stiles: Am I wrong?

Stiles: Just shut up! Just shut up for one second. I don't know who you are, why you're me, where these thoughts are coming from, I just-!

"Stiles?"

He opened his eyes.

The teen shuddered, feeling all sweaty and gross.

"Wha..?"

inspired by the dream part of this: (sheriff being dead came from me starting a diff fic where he dies. and then i went to bed.)

#thoughts #writing ideas #fanfiction #dream sequence #teen wolf #teen wolf au #stiles stilinski #teen wolf stiles

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fallenraffe · 5 months

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Ball Peen Hammer by Lauren Rowe

3.5 stars

Keane was textbook definition himbo and I ate him uppp

his bromance with Z was adorbs and his dynamic with Maddie was great too

Maddie was fun too <s>ya know, long as she wasn't talking to a guy she was attracted to lmao</s>

M+K start off on the wrong foot, but then warm up to each other rather quickly and I loved their dynamic, they were giving best buds/BFF vibes v similar to what K had going with Z (and the boys have known each other since like 5th grade or sth) (and tbf the boys said they would've wifed each other up already if their tastes run that way, so that's not such a bad thing as far as K+M are concerned, but!)

my main issue with the book was the transition from friends to something sexy/romantic. they started on the smexy part around 70% and they story really lost me a bit there, as much fun as their rs was up to that point, there was just too much of:

1. you are objectively attractive, I'm just not attracted to you

2. friend zoning and even worse sister zoning, there was entirely too much of that going on and even if towards the end the honorary lil sis felt a bit forced, it was still not it

3. K's insistence that he was only attracted to M cos she was off limits and he could never resist that forbidden cookie

all of the above just made it really hard for me to get on board when things took a turn towards the sexy/romantic for these two, not really helped by the fact that they have known each other for all of 2 days (no, really about 50% the book takes place during their road trip, which is a grant total of 2 days, cos they roll into la on the 3rd) and then another week where they do the fwb thing until it blows up in their faces.

by the end I was back on board with the K+M ship in a romantic way, but that transition from friends to fwb to business partners to lovers was painful, and almost lost me and it really could've gone so much smoother, if only the author dialed back a bit on the aforementioned stuff.

also the ending, while sweet, felt a bit too abrupt? I was at least hoping for an epilogue. Captain had one and we know from that that K+M got engaged, (and from my neighbor's secret I know K made it big as a movie star + M was pregnant with their kid) but it would've been great to actually see some of that? I mean hell, he was an aspiring actor and she a film maker, we could've gotten an Oscar's where they sweep in big in awards, maybe even with their stripper movie or sth and I would've been happy. so yeah I was missing that epilogue and glimpse into their future.

PS.: there was also less amount of sex in this than one would probably expect from a stripper book? like cap and trod went at it a lot more than k+m did, things really only got going from around 70% of the book and I actually really appreciated that. much as I loved Ryan and Tessa they had a lot of sex and it was nice to see K+M build up an actual rs first, so definitely a pleasant surprise

PPS.: before K+M meet there's a scene where K fucks a milf at the produce section to akon. it's not very detailed at all it's just a quick chapter, basically showing that's how his Monday went and why he ignored yet another call from Maddie or Dean or whoever. it really wasn't a big deal and it didn't bother me, but just putting it out there

(Audiobook on 2x

narrators were 👍🏻)

#2023 #Ball Peen Hammer

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heylinhenchman · 5 months

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Last Thursdays; BG3 part 3 w @oflostinfound

Jurge feeling AT HOME in the Underdark. For a second, he could've almost been free of these strange Urges. Even a Bulette could not deter him, though he was happy to keep his distance, throwing potions to his team mates from a ledge (injuring Shadowheart with the glass in the process oNCE, sorry girl). That Bulette showed up much more than he was expecting though.

Jurge continues to keep his distance from the majority of the group. Gale tried to pry him for a magic item once and was met with stern disapproval. But shortly after inviting Astarion along, he came to hear of the mans power thirsty nature, and it does admittedly inspire some interest.

Things surely would have gone smoother, in his opinion, if they hadn't stopped to chat with the Myconids. Getting threatened, only to be dragged into their battles. He would've been happy to just steal the gnomes boots and be gone, but, he hadn't been willing to approach her in the first place. Instead Eath made work of asserting their services in a little slaughter. At least there was a silver lining…

Astarion is……. exactly the nuisance Jurge expected him to be. Walking into traps, alerting mephits, getting them dragged into battle. Aghast, Jurge puts his hands to use with something distracting: Music. Brouge hours for Asty. Didn't even bring him into the Duegar fight, when they got there.

But before the Duegar, Jurge demanded Focus. He wanted into the Underdark for a specific REASON. Multiple reasons. And they came first, in his single minded authority. So before they headed lakeward, they headed toward the glowing boughs of the Sussur tree. Jurge had, unexplained, a certainty of direction when it came to what he wanted. It was near the tree, down low, near poison. He just knew…

Some bibberbang shot, and some vines climbed, Jurge requested his team mates stay back, before this extraction would be sensitive. Some man was trapped with a burning torch in the bibberbang fields. A nauseating option ahead of him, but he sacrificed his only misty step scroll to extract the dwarf. Only to see his noble team mate rushing into the fields aside him.

He could not bid the dwarf adieu FASTER. "What the HELLS are you doing?" But it was far too late. Poison smog spreading increasingly far. He had every plan to shoot the mushrooms from a safe distance, but it seemed he was in the company of a lunatic. Instead he forced his way into the smog frantic, unwilling to let someones careless actions ruin his goals. The poison was a small price to pay, though he paid it nearly to completion before he even considered a potion. He got what he came for, but his irritation could not be tempered.

With bloodshot eyes, he kicked another of the mushrooms just above the fields. Only to find the dwarf he saved in a weakened state, taking not much more than a breath of the stuff before kicking the bucket. It seemed he wasted his scroll and poisoned his lungs at the end of the day for little more than a hunch. The anger was starting to make him. A little numb.

And then Astarion irritated a Hook Horror.

Foul vampire brat.

With his lovely dysfunctions, Jurge also wasted several attempts at using Sussur Blossoms for an item, only to find after several re-reads it was BARK he needed. Exhausted, but rewarded, the day did end with a Sussur Sickle and Noblestalk in his hand. As well as promise of a forge, somewhere in the Underdark. If not now, he'd want the information for some day.

The stalk did not relieve him. It simply made him want to lay down, and never get up. But the best he could do for himself, was stare into the fire, and clutch at his arms.

The next day he followed his team mate to the lakeside with Glut in tow. A lovely mushroom shield, while it lasted. The duegar could've been dealt with stealthily, but, in the end, a soft touch had them engaging in 'honorable combat'. Of course, it seemed his team mate had shelved the non-lethal strikes for a group of slaving duegar. At least this batch.

But their quest did not End there. Jurge was still numb, but the promise of taking someones head, sickly delighted him. Though he knew it would likely be overwhelming odds, he found himself agreeing without being told. And so they headed to the Grymforge.

Within the Forge a great many plans were enacted. It was tempting to just let Nere suffocate, but bleeding hearts cried for the safety of the gnomes trapped with him. Astarion and Jurge disapproved. But went along their merry way, finally putting Astarion to great use. Disarming traps left and right, stealing a barrel of rune powder under the ironhands nose. Though just as heartily getting them in their debt, agreeing to help dear, precious Barcus.

Jurge was surprised to find Eath aligning them with a mutiny within the duegar. Given the broad strokes in which the group gathered in the Grymforge painted themselves: Slavers, bullies and crooks; He hadn't expected her to be willing to work with any of them at all. What good came from less loot? Less blood? They would be weak for it. But he stood idly by, not feeling himself.

Down came the rock fall, and sooner came the battle. Jurge assailed himself to high ground, blowing up pre-set barrels in succession. But in the back of his mind, he had one goal: Beheading that Dark Elf that faced Eath with a menace of spells, including Enthrallment. It was… hard to swallow… that task being taken from him. Instead Eath took her darkest action yet. To his utter disapproval, and jaw-clenching fury. Why did it bother him so badly? Why did it feel like something gone Wrong? A claw grasping him throat. Then they let the rest of the Duegar LIVE !

He hopped down and took the head almost aggressively. He held it with too much familiarity.

And of course, they Found they Adamantine Forge. Astarion had a little. Accident. Under the Hammer. But it was fine. Two pairs of Adamantine Medium armor, and a laughing pendant later, they decided it was time to leave. To gain the Myconids praise, then head back to the surface. While their heads were still intact.

Back topside, they headed in the direction of the mountain pass! Or, they thought. Instead they headed downland, ending up in a squabble with some men and a crone. Jurge recognized her from the Grove, she was… uncomfortably perceptive. Then, uncomfortable adept in dark magic. Surrounded by illusions and redcaps. And a monster hunter, vying for her favor. Well, of course, Jurge assured they knocked that man out. Just as a little lesson, to not touch his little vampire.

(the game should rly have better reactivity for knocked out vs dead characters).

They'd have to take out the hag, just to make sure he never got his leverage, at that. Never before have I, the player, beat Ethel before she could run. BUT TODAY WE DID. It's totally nOT how it's supposed to be done and Jurge was READY to eat hag hair, but alas, that Hag died with little reward but the GOOD DEED! Even the woman in the cage wasn't that grateful. Jurge turned down her ugly locket.

Jurge is NOt going to give this woman her husband back. (Also the gAME CRASHED and that ended our Sesh but luckily we saved so it'll be fInE).

IC Goals for Part 4: Crecheward we Go; if Creche sucks go through the Grymforge to get to Moonrise like Halsin said; Looking for a longer weapon; Sate the Urge? Sate the Urge?; Bring back out Lae'zel when they get close to the Mountain pass; HAve a tALK with the TEAM ('if there are more than four enemies, we have to STRATEGIZE') OOC Goals for Part 5: Go the wrong way again so Jurge can still meet with the Zhentarim; UH MAYBE GO PICK UP PUBBY I THINK WE LEFT THE PUPPY BEHIND; We did not fully explore the underdark Woe but it wouldn't be relevant ic so sNRK (unless they explore more after the creche); Dear God Lethanders Tears is a GOOD WEAPON; Let Lae'zel have her character arc bAYBE

#ooc.exe #bg3 spoilers (maybe)#au. down by the red river (bg3)#[was a TENSE play hsdhf lots of twists and turns but ultimately being ACT 1 got me on that NEXT PLS

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strickenwithclairvoyance · 3 years

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au where tommy simply apologized for burning down george's house

#dream smp #tommyinnit #really though this could've gone so much smoother #shoutout to him covering for ranboo and then ranboo covering for him later at the meeting #10/10 #my post

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omniheim · 4 years

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:) remember when cloud handed sephiroth the black materia and woke up terrified, sitting up in bed to clutch his head and tell tifa and barret that he was scared and afraid and that he couldn’t do it any longer because the idea of sephiroth possessing him again and the fact he didn’t know who he was was getting too much for him to handle, and the first thing barret does is tell him it’s his fault and call him a jackass for wanting to stop :) and even though it’s so clear that he’s trying to get through to cloud through tough love and clearly cares for cloud that’s just the absolute worst thing he could’ve said in that moment :)

remember how later on, when cloud’s feeling better after everything in mideel, he gives everyone permission multiple times to stop their journey and go home if they ever decide they can’t push on or they’ve realized their lives back home were more important than risking their lives :)

:) remember when aerith dies and cloud openly explains to sephiroth, someone he despises with every ounce of his body, how his body and mind are breaking down and he’s about to cry :) something he’s never so openly and so bluntly told anyone beforehand :)

remember how some of the characters not only grieve over aerith, but also interact with cloud too :) like how barret comes over and puts his hand on cloud’s head or cait tries to cheer him up or how yuffie starts fucking bawling and collapses into his chest to be held and sob against him :)

remember when in crisis core as zack’s dying it takes cloud a while to actually process what’s happening and he just kind of sits there bewildered, still trying to regain control of himself, just staring at zack before completely breaking, and how he sat there with zack’s lifeless body for long enough for the weather to change from a dark and rainy storm to a sunny and open sky :)

:) :) :)

#& out . ╱ i’m so fucking gay for cloud my guy holy fuck .#/ THESE ARE SOME OF THE BIGGEST SCENES THAT GET ME /#/ biggest angst scenes anyway /#/ also like all of advent children gets me too BUT THESE /#/ if i wanted to :) over everything that shatters me from ac i'd be posting a novel /#/ I JUST /#/ I LOVE FF7 SO MUCH /#/ I LOVE ALL OF THEM /#/ I HOPE THE WHOLE FF7 PARTY KNOWS THAT I ADORE THEM AND WILL DIE FOR THEM /#/ also i think the uh. the first scene i mentioned /#/ is really REALLY going to wreck me in 7r /#/ g o d /#/ barret i love u so much but u can't just blame cloud right out the gate like that /#/ p l e a s e /#/ i mean it WORKS he gets him to go but /#/ IT COULD'VE GONE SO MUCH SMOOTHER /#/ HE COULD'VE HAD SO MUCH LESS INTERNALIZED GUILT AND SHAME /#/ I REWATCHED THAT SCENE RECENTLY AFTER HAVING CONCLUDED CLOUD HAS BPD AND DO U KNOW /#/ HOW FUCKING AWFUL THAT SCENE IS FOR SOMEONE STRUGGLING WITH BPD OH MY GOD /#/ I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP SCREAMS INTO THE VOID /

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alterrune · 1 year

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Alterrune posted 692 times in 2022.

That's 366 more posts than 2021!

673 posts created (97%)

19 posts reblogged (3%)

Blogs that we reblogged the most:

@alterrune (myself, for some reason)

@ending-the-cycle-ask (aka Mod Mello, the reason why I made this askblog story to begin with)

@minus-starcatcher-beyond (blame my convo with 8 for that, but it's a really good askblog, so I think it's deserved)

@flowerbarrel (a great artist and a good sport all around, they are probably the first person that come to mind when I think of the AtO fans)

@tips (because their post was just hilariously stupid)

The blog had 678 of posts in 2022 tagged

Only 2% of my posts had no tags (which, trust me, is a mistake on my part)

#altering the outcome - 462 posts

#ask irl!alterrune - 333 posts

#ask the ato cast - 257 posts

#the colorstreak battalion - 246 posts

#submission - 186 posts

#altering the outcome announcements - 41 posts

#miscellaneous outcomes - 34 posts

#altering the outcome's first anniversary event - 32 posts

#decluttering the askbox - 25 posts

#alterrambles - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 124 characters

#sorry about randomly tagging some of you but we've gotten artwork from you in the past and we'd love to have it happen again

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5 - Randy Radman's Appreciation

Man… must’ve been great.

It certainly was.

He's almost like a distant uncle to the Clan: He doesn't visit often, but when he does visit, it's absolutely AMAZING.

Me and Violet actually met the guy recently during a seasonal event. Turns out he can be a seriously good DJ.

He's like a good version of Terence Suave. He's a bit self absorbed, for sure, but he knows what the clan wants, and like a DJ at a party, he'll give them exactly what they need.

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#4 - The Shoutout To Meowy

I first visited your blog after I saw you talking about the red string puzzle on Ending the Cycle. It was impressive how you solved it. 👍

I didn't solve it all on my own, actually.

I had help from another Tumblr user: @meowy2. They were a major help, giving helpful advice for finding out the code for myself, PM-ing me info whenever I asked for it, and just generally being a good sport. If it wasn't for them, I would've never actually cracked the code on the archives, and subsequently, AtO would've never existed. How is that possible, you may ask? Well, allow me to explain...

WAAAAY back when this blog was still just my personal blog, I had originally released AtO as a reward for everyone who helped me crack the passcode. Thing is, I didn't think it would gain any traction like it did, and I wasn't really gonna do much with it. But after I actually started to get an audience, I decided to start making Altering the Outcome into the story it is today. In fact, it wasn't until just before I had finally released Act 1, Chapter 4 (originally known as "Entry 4") that I actually came up with the name of "Altering the Outcome"!

Basically, shoutout to Meowy for basically allowing this askblog to be a thing. Without them, AtO would never have existed in the first place.

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#3 - The Faded Color Gang's Empowerment

Harold, Emma, come here.

The Toppat Clan knows of the truth, you must hide it, but most importantly, destroy the Toppat Station, kill every member of the Toppat Member. I want them all dead! If you see any family members or friends of your other sides, inject them with the drug, they’ll be most useful to us. I’ll also be giving you a shard of the crystal that you must jab into yourself. It’ll give you the ability to harness the power of the crystal, it’ll begin to rapidly grow deep within your body, I’ve give all 4 of you crystal shards, jab it into yourself now!

(Harold, Emma, Victoria, and Knox, hearing the words of what Adam said about the crystals, all jab into themselves, it grows rapidly inside their body, before eventually gaining the power to harness the crystals power.)

Now, I must look deeper into 3 other people, a hack called Anon, a computer system, and most importantly, a creator, perhaps they know what my plans are, they must be stopped, and to do so, I must bend the rules.

Great, now he's after Hack!Anon, System and...wait, me?

BAH-HA-HA! Oh, that's hilarious, as if he could actually do that! He can't get me, as he's in the computer and I'm in the real world!

Oh, almost forgot. I should probably warn System and Hack!Anon about this. Good thing I got H!A's email saved in my contacts, don't need to type the whole thing out...

FROM: [email protected]

TO: "Hack!Anon"

SUBJECT: Adam's gunning for you guys!

Guys, bad news. Remember Adam, that guy I told you about? Yeah, I think he found out about you-know-what, and now you've landed on his hitlist. I'd reccommend you either run or try to hurt him from a very long distance away, because when he finds you two, I'm pretty sure he's gonna kill you. Good luck, you guys, and I'm sorry about the lack of help, I need to cover my own ass in case he somehow finds a way to escape the computer screen. He's actually gunning for me, too, and I don't wanna die. Stay safe. -IRL!Alterrune

Aaand sent. Hopefully they'll at least STALL Adam...pretty sure he can't get me, but eh. Better safe than sorry.

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#2 - The Accidental IRL!Alterrune Forshadowing

CHAPTER ASKS 7:

Ouch... Alright I just fell... Hope this goes to them/them. Idk what they gone through but according to an audio tape I found in the Kurosawa Airship... It's honestly shocking. They into something known as beast forms... Lea- I meant Wiseclover hasn't been captured, I think. You okay System? Yes, just fried a couple chips. Alright, I'm so damn tired. I'm just gonna go to the restaurant near me... System? Do you need anything? Falls (yes I put an undertale reference. And yes they're not dead.)

(Considering this blog is called "Alterrune", your Undertale reference 100% justified. -IRL!Alterrune)

Wait...why did they say "them" in two different ways?

What do you mean, Alter?

Look, right there. Hack!Anon used the word twice, but using four colors for each.

Hmm...the second one is probably supposed to be us...Sweetheart, what do you think?

I think you're probably right, Henry. Those are our trademark colors; Alter's red, Violet's purple, your blue and my pink.

Yeah, and it looks like those first two colors are used again in the first one, so it looks like Hack!Anon is determined to find me and Vi regardless.

But then...who are the black and green bits supposed to represent?

I mean, the green could represent Carol or Reginald...but I have no idea who the black text could mean.

I mean, it could be IRL!Alterrune. His text is usually the default black text.

Well, that is true, but like we explained earlier, he's in an entirely different world from us, so Hack!Anon wouldn't be able to get to him.

Well, either way, it's glad to know System and Hack!Anon are both okay. They've given nothing but radio silence for a long time before now.

Yeah, ditto. And it sounds like that info that we were informed that Hack!Anon leaked to the Heaven Incursion was completely unintentional, so we don't have to shake him down like we were going to.

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The #1 post of 2022: The Alternate Personality Takeover

Characters>loaded-characters Showing all loaded characters: 🔺🔵💕💜? / Kyle Henry Ellie violet Aaron Status: ERROR Knox Victoria Harold Emma Adam status: Alive? 🔵/geocorp guard status: Alive 👁‍🗨/Leader status: No soul 👁‍🗨♦️/ leader-soul Status: broken ⚙️/Enigneer status: Alive 🔲/New Leader status Alive 🍂 / Wiseclover Status: Jailed ?/Kelso status Alive 📖/Book status: Alive :all other characters are not loaded to save space:

What?! The Colorstreak Battalion and Aaron are all showing nothing but an error mesage!

This is unbelievable. Fucking hell. I can't contact my guys...

...wait, I wonder if...

>CHECK ASKBOX STATUS/ALTER, VIOLET, HENRY, & ELLIE

>ASKBOXES FOR AAAAA, VVVVVV, HHHHH, & EEEEE HAVE BEEN CORRUPTED

DAMNIT!!! Their alternate personalites fried the inbox search!

...wait. What if I do this instead...?

>CHECK ASKBOX STATUS/KNOX, VICTORIA, HAROLD, & EMMA

>ASKBOXES FOR KNOX, VICTORIA, HAROLD, & EMMA ARE OPEN

Looks like their alternate personalites have taken the askboxes. Maybe you guys can snap them out of it?

18 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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