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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 months

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Playful prompts for tadc cast playing hide and seek with hider reader?

Awe this is a cute idea! (not including Caine bc I see him as the one organizing this game).

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Pomni

During her first week inside the Digital Circus, she's slowly adapting to everything...although she refuses to give up on finding an exit.

But when Caine forced everybody to play some hide n' seek, with you being the hider, she really doesn't want any part of it.

However you convinced her to play along, whispering that if she found you first, you'll share what you remembered from your old life as a "prize".

Although initially annoyed you wouldn't just tell her, she becomes motivated searching high and low, opening doors, looking down barrels, etc.

When she finally finds you (courtesy of a glitching object), she's anxious to hear what you had to say-

Unfortunately Caine decides to pop in and put on a big celebration for Pomni winning the game...which goes on the whole damn day up until everybody goes to bed that night.

You seemingly forgot what you were gonna tell her, to which she gets upset and angry that you gave her false hope, sulking in her room.

But you slide a note under her door, explaining that you only recently remembered your real name.

Suddenly she realizes that maybe her memories weren't 100% gone.

If you could suddenly remember your name, then....surely she can, too!

Gangle

After Jax was mean to her during the last hide n' seek game, you try cheering her up by playing another one.

It didn't involve Caine or anybody else. Just you two.

She mopes about being a terrible seeker. But since you're her best friend (and you promised her a prize), she'll go along if it makes you happy.

You decide to hide in spots that she would 100% think to check, deliberately allowing her to win.

Since she's all ribbons, it's easy for her to slink around and squeeze into tight spaces.

After finding you three times, she gets suspicious that you're purposefully going easy on her-

But she stops her accusations as you finally present her prize:

It's a brand new comedy mask!! Except this one wasn't made of porcelain or ceramic, instead being unbreakable material (or at least material that's couldn't casually be broken by anyone, especially Jax).

Gangle sobs with happiness before putting the mask on, squealing over how perfectly it fits, and hugging you tightly.

Thanks to you, she can finally feel joyful again!

Zooble

They'd rather do anything else....

But since this little hide n' seek "adventure" was all Caine's idea, she has no choice but to go along with it.

Even so, she puts the least amount effort into the game.

When you're the hider and she's the seeker, they just pray to whatever god is in this world (besides Caine) that you aren't anywhere in the Gloink cavern.

She'd rather not get discombobulated again.

Sometimes, she'll throw parts of herself in the direction where she thinks you're hiding, hoping to startle you into giving away your location so this dumb game can finally end.

Lucky for you, you know their tricks and keep quiet.

She doesn't expect any prizes (unless it's a limb that makes her body not look like a hot mess).

If they find you, she'll be like "yay I win..now I'm going back to my room" and saunter off.

Kinger

Like Zooble, he'd much rather do something else.

But he goes along with Caine's game anyways after you enticed him into playing for a prize.

Whatever momentarily stops his sanity from spiraling, I guess.

He searches high and low, getting nervous when he can't find you anywhere in the places he'd 100% expect you to be.

Lowkey starts to wonder if something terrible actually happened to you--like if you were trapped and not even Caine could help you.

The last place he could think of was your room but.....he doesn't have your key.

At the same time, he knew you weren't a cheater. You wouldn't hide somewhere that nobody else (except Jax) could access!

In the end, he goes back to his fort to sulk, openly declaring that you've won the game.

As it turns out, you chose to hide in that same fort, and you jump out with a grin, feeling victorious.

Kinger just stares at you for a solid 10 seconds.....before he suddenly screams and asks why tf you were in there.

You feel bad for scaring him, so you reward him for at least trying: a jar with a caterpillar currently wrapped up in a chrysalis.

He LOVES it, but now he carries around the jar every second of the day, staring at it until the little bug hatches.

At least now he has a reason not to fall off the deep end just yet.

Jax

Hide n' seek is like child's play to him.

Somehow this cheeky bastard knows exactly where you're hiding no matter what, even if it's outside the tent (like at the lake or fair).

It's definitely tarnishing your reputation as the best "hider" out of all of the gang.

When you ask him how tf he knew, he just shrugs and says "you're too predictable, try a better spot next time".

Hiding in your room is definitely not an option, as he's stolen your key (and would point out that would be cheating if someone else was the seeker instead)--so there truly is no place to hide.

Like Zooble, he's not in it for some prize.

It is, however, quite rewarding seeing you get so frustrated when he effortlessly finds you.

And that's enough for him

If it's a game involving everyone, then he just straight-up mocks the others for not realizing the very obvious spot (or at least to him it was obvious) you were hiding in.

Ragatha

She's probably the most enthusiastic about Hide n' seek (like you have mentioned, it's a good distraction from the stresses of being stuck in this virtual world).

Is also a fair and honest player, never once peeking while she counts to 10.

Like Pomni, she does her best to find you first, searching places she knows you frequent--or mentioned liking in the past.

But you're definitely the best hider out of everyone, so it's a little challenging.

Still, she refuses to give up!

When she does successfully find you, you and Caine decided that she should get a prize for being such a great seeker.

It's her very own centipede-repellent spray bottle.

While it won't stop Jax from trying to sneak those little pests into her room, the mist will deter them from coming near her at all and help her conquer her fear.

She's forever grateful and sprays it around her bed every night before she sleeps.

Oh, and she'll definitely threaten Jax with it if he even mentioned centipedes around her.

#ty for this prompt tbh <3 #trying to get a feel for how i wanna write these characters!#clanask #anonymous #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #platonic #headcanons

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gon-and-killuas-mother · 9 months

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i watched a documentary about the Titanic (one of those "real time" animations on YouTube) and was once again struck by the musicians playing till almost the very end. except this time i learned that their final song was "Nearer My God To Thee", which actually made me start crying

i'd always considered it an act of kindness to the rest of the passengers, but now i'm certain it was at least partially for themselves. they were musicians dedicated to their instruments and knew the likelihood of survival was slim. so rather than fight the remaining 1500 people for the last 100 or so seats on the lifeboats, and leaving behind the instruments that were rarely far from their hands, they played.

i'm a choir kid, and my brother was an orchestra kid. music is how both of us cope with hard times. when i'm afraid or hurting or grieving, i sing. when the world feels like it's shattering around me, i sing, i sing, and i sing until my throat closes and my voice crumples.

(in more amusing light, just ask anyone i play online games with, anytime i get spooked or chased by a baddie, i do literally start singing like i was in the middle of an opera)

sure, maybe the musicians on the Titanic wanted to play a lullaby to the passengers in hopes of easing their last moments, but i'm now convinced they mostly did it for themselves. not selfishly, music is never selfish, it's always an act of sharing.

if i were a professional orchestral musician, my life would revolve around the instrument i play. i might know the instrument better than any human partner. and if i knew that this would be my last chance to play a beautiful song before being swallowed by the Atlantic, i'd play it over and over and over until gravity and ice cold water forces me to let go.

not to comfort the passengers anymore, they're beyond comfort now. i'd play simply so that the last thing i hear before the water takes me is the sound of my cello, or violin, or viola, or double bass softly crooning the saddest, gentlest hymn to the night. i'd want to feel the vibrations under my fingers no matter how frozen they are, because i won't be able to do it ever again.

what the fuck i'm crying again. i always had an appreciation for the musicians, but it didn't actually strike me so hard until i related to them on a personal level. i don't think they were trying to be heroes, they were just taking comfort in their own craft.

#tink rambles #titanic #usually titanic related things dont affect me so hard other than a distant sense of mourning #but nah this one fucks me up #music #choir #orchestra

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boredflautist · 23 days

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quotes that keep me alive

"all the people are fake, they're made out of metal. But I like you, and that is not fake" -young royals

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world." -song of achilles

"No one ever says goodbye unless they want to see you again." -turtles all the way down

"I want to be with you. If we have to keep it a secret then... So be it, if thats the only way... But no more secrets between us. I love you" -young royals

"Why does the word 'love' from you hurt me so damn much?" -Only Friends

"I've always thought Ray was my 25th hour, my extra hour. But the truth is, everyone has the same 24 hours in a day. And within Ray's 24 hours, I'm not part of it. I'm not that special." -Only Friends

"If I'm gone, I won't be anyone's burden anymore, right?" -Only Friends

"You were wearing corduroy, acting like a poster boy" -poster boy by Lyn Lapid

"I would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion" -song of achilles

"Tell me every terrible thing that you ever did, and let me love you anyway" -edgar allan poe

"The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you... I can't breathe. I'm haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me. My heart is beating, hoping that that kiss will not become a scar. You are in my very soul, tormenting me... What can I do? I will do anything that you ask." -anakin skywalker

"If changin' my clothes would make you like me more, if changing my hair would make you care, then I'd grab the kitchen scissors and cut myself to slivers" -jigsaw by conan gray

"'Sorry' doesn't make up for everything you did to me." -heartstopper

"You were my brother Anakin. I loved you." -revenge of the sith

"The truth is what I make it. I could set the world on fire, and call it rain." -red queen

" But isn't it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand that other people are human beings in the same way that we are? We idolize them as gods or dismiss them as animals." -paper towns

"And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like 'I love you'" -somethin' stupid by frank sinatra

"Tell me it isn't true. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm blind. Tell me you love me. " -shatter me

"I do want to be your friend. I want to be the friend you fall hopelessly in love with. The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend." -shatter me

"The truth is a painful reminder of why I prefer to live among the lies" -shatter me

"'Don't ask me questions you already know the answers to. Twice I've laid myself bare for you and all it's gotten me was a bullet wound and a broken heart. Don't torture me,' He says, meeting my eyes again. 'It's a cruel thing to do, even to someone like me.'" -shatter me

"Everything's a game, Avery Grambs. The only thing we get to decide in this life is if we play to win." -inheritance games

"The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive." -the last olympian "You think I didn't fight the same fight? I halfway convinced myself that as long as Avery was just a riddle or a puzzle, as long as I was just playing, I'd be fine. Well, joke's on me, because somewhere along the way, I stopped playing." -the Hawthorne legacy

"When you're ready, if you're ever ready, if it's going to be me - just flip that disk. Heads, I kiss you." His voice broke slightly. "Tails, you kiss me. And either way, it means something." -the Hawthorne legacy

"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here" -william shakespeare

"But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all" -10 things I hate about you

"It's just like the novels, side characters end up alone" -footnote by conan gray

"You made us past tense," I said, my voice cracking, "not me." -betting on you

"Because when they write the history of my life, I want it to include you" -red white and royal blue

"My life is the crown, and yours is just politics, and I will not trade one prison for another" -red white and royal blue

"Or maybe it was when I realized the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realized I'm fucked because I can't stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you. Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?" -fourth wing

"Oh darling all of the cities lights, never shined as bright as your eyes" -car's outside by james arthur

"I would rather lose this entire war than live without you, and if that means I have to prove myself over and over again, then I'll do it. You gave me your heart and I'm keeping it." -iron flame

"Because pain in the body quiets the pain in your head. It feels good - like a kill switch for your brain" -kill switch

"Then take your punishment like the pathetic creature that you are" -cruel prince

"Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." -cruel prince

"If you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure." -the wicked king

"I hate you. I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else." -the wicked king

"Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can." -the wicked king

"She is my wife," Cardan says, his voice carrying over the crowd. "The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile." -the queen of nothing

"By you, I am forever undone." -the queen of nothing

"Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you just. Just come home." -the queen of nothing

"I wasted all those yesterdays and am completely out of tomorrows" -they both die at the end

"For what it's worth, I doubt I will ever like anyone else in the world as much as I like you." -book lovers

"I'd never thought about my favorite color before. It never seemed important. Not until I looked into a pair of ocean-blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing" -powerless

if you've made it to the end good god please get some sleep

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hi:) i love your work so much and i was wondering if i could ask for a 18 yrs old Larissa/reader smut? It's perfectly fine if you don't want to write it tho!

They're at a party and everybody is playing spin the bottle and Larissa doesn't want to play, but she letted herself be convinced and played anyway.. But the bottle kept stopping on reader and it's getting hotter and hotter and then they end up having sex.

If you decide to write it, thank you!!!:) X

Play a game 18+

*Authors note~ I'm a little scared to write this so for my comfort I'm going to tweak the age of the reader I'm sorry love, I hope it's okay*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink virgin r dom l sub r alcohol oral fingering

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Being the youngest teacher of Nevermore was always a strange experience, most people argued you were inexperienced but you argued that everyone had to learn at some point, and you were fully qualified for this job. The principal believes in you and that's all that truly mattered. The night you were offered to go to a staff meeting (the code for we are having a staff party with alcohol) you truly felt like part of the staff.

Being part of the staff night truly was enjoyable, and perhaps a little bit like a college party, you quickly learned that the staff became very much like a bunch of teenagers. You weren't sure how but you were all roped into a game of spin the bottle. Larissa protested but ultimately lost the battle and joined the game, to say you were surprised she joined in was an understatement.

Every time the bottle was span by either you or Larissa it seemed to land on the other, to the point you were starting to think the game was fixed. I mean not that you minded, it was the one and only Larissa Weems, your secret crush since forever and your gay awakening. The rules were simple, the first time it landed on you, Larissa Weems had to kiss your cheek, which had you blushing like a school girl. The second time you landed on her so you had to give her a quick peck to the lips. Truly you didn't want to stop at a peck but rules are rules. The third was a longer more prolonged kiss and you swore down you'd died. The fourth, she gave you a sensual kiss to the back of your ear even getting brave enough to bite the sensitive skin. The moan you let free had you avoiding her gaze.

The fifth time you began to wonder if anyone else was even still playing the game, there had been a couple of other people who were spun in but no one getting as far as you and Larissa. This time it was a French kiss, somehow you ended up in the older woman's lap. Your hands gripping at her neck, not wanting to let go. The final time the other teachers at proposed a new challenge. Seven minutes in heaven for you and Larissa. You have to admit you were nervous, never going any further than a kiss here and there.

As soon as the closet door shut you turned to the older woman. "Principal weems, I uh um" you stuttered and the older woman's face fell, "you don't have to darling, I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea it's just a game" she murmured. "No! I um I just haven't ever ..." you trailed off before jumping right back, "I want to, god I want you. I just don't want to disappoint you" you whimpered only to be hushed by Larissa Weems lips.

Seven minutes sure fly by when you're having fun, the closet door opening as Larissa had you pinned to the wall, hands roaming all over your body, your thigh securely nestled between hers. "Ladies!" Marilyn clapped excitedly causing you both to spring apart as though you'd been burnt. "As much fun as as this is we are going to take our leave now, have a good night" she stated in her usual principal voice that left no room for any arguments. You followed Larissa like a love sick puppy all the way to her chambers.

Soon enough you found yourself against her door, her lips kissing all over your neck, your leg slipping back between her thighs as she subconsciously bucked against it. "Larissa" you whined needing more but not quite knowing what more is. "Patience baby, I'll make you feel good sweetheart I promise" she reassured before seeking permission to strip your clothing which you gave her, you blushed and ducked your head down feeling shy at being so exposed. "Oh sweetheart don't be shy, you're gorgeous darling" she murmured kissing sweetly before stripping her clothing also.

To say she was stunning would be an injustice. You couldn't tear your eyes away from her now naked form. "Isa" you whimpered as your gaze ran up and down her body. Her lips found yours as she walked you backwards to the bed till your knees gave out and you tumbled backwards taking her with you.

"Sweetheart, do you want to?" She purred, holding your gaze. "Please Isa, show me" you whimpered before sitting up to capture her lips once more. "Baby if you ever want to stop just say red okay?" To which you nodded and sighed in approval as she trailed her lips down your neck and to your chest. The little sighs and whimpers she could draw from you just by paying attention to your breasts was honestly shocking you. You didn't know you could feel like that from something so small. Perhaps it was just the goddess giving you the attention.

As Larissa slowly formed a path down to your stomach, she glanced up in a silent question to which you responded eagerly, "Isa please love make me feel good" you whimpered. Never one to ignore such a pretty girl Larissa moved her mouth to your core. Lips exploring all around before finally giving you what you needed. Her lips wrapped around your aching clit and then moving down to your slit to tongue fuck you. Truly you'd never imagined it could ever feel like this.

"Sweetheart can I?" She murmured, the sight of your slick covering her mouth was enough to make you wanna cum there and then. "Oh please" you whimpered and you could've swore you died as you felt her slip a slender finger into your needy cunt. "Oh fuck me mommy" you whined feeling your walls stretch slightly to accommodate the finger. "Oh baby you're so wet. Is it all for mommy?"

"Oh fuck yours I'm yours just please mommy" you whimpered and whined as she began to move her finger, getting brave and slipping a second into your cunt, "oh fuck no more mommy please god" you whimpered as you felt the sting of your walls stretching again. You came with a loud cry as the unusual pleasurable sensation took over your body, legs shaking as she brought you down from the high. "Such a good girl for mommy darling" she reassured as she brought her fingers to your mouth, "suck" was the only command and you did just that moaning as you swirled your tongue around her digits tasting yourself. "Want please mommy" you whimpered in your post orgasm bliss. "Another night baby, let's get you all cleaned up and we can take a nap before round 2" she reasoned with you and you couldn't help the dopey smile on your lips. Round 2, it wasn't a one time thing. And you could attempt to touch her. Had you really died and gone to heaven?

Word count~ 1289

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems smut #larissa x you #principal larissa weems x reader #weems #weems x reader #principle weems #anon request

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kittykatkatelol2 · 10 months

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"The Letter" Jegulus Oneshot

prompt by @jegulus-microfic (prompt: letter)

James couldn't believe it.

'Oh god how I could have been so stupid???'

To have left the damned letter somewhere Regulus could find-

Gods he felt dumb.

James watched as Regulus read through the letter; oh how he wanted to crawl in a hole and never show his face ever again.

He felt sick to his stomach, watching Regulus read his love confession, that he thought he threw out.

'stupid stupid stupid gods how am I so dumb??'

* * *

'James Potter.. no way, no fucking way that boy loves me. No fucking way. This is one of their bullshit pranks so I can make a fucking fool of myself. No way in fucking hell could James fucking Potter love me.'

Regulus thought to himself, his face remaining blank as he continued to read through James's letter.

Regulus's disbelief continued to grow and grow, as he read.

He was convinced this was some sick joke.

That this was a prank of the sorts.

Something, anything, it just couldn't be real.. could it?

Regulus refused to get his hopes up.

He was not letting James fucking Potter of all people have that kind of hold on him.

* * *

'OH MY GODS WHAT IS THIS MAN THINKING??? DOES HE LOVE ME?? DOES HE HATE ME?? HOW DOES HE HIDE THIS SO WELL- OH FUCK HE'S WALKING OVER I'M SO SCREWED-'

"Oh heyyy Regulus- Um what's up-"

"What the fuck is this, Potter," Regulus spat at James, like his last name was some sort of curse; putting the letter in front of James's face.

'Shiittt-'

"I um-"

"Is this real, Potter? Or are you just fucking with me. Answer fucking truthfully." Regulus snapped at James, he was not having any games be played.

If it was a prank, Regulus would not be laughed at.

If it was real, Regulus- well, Regulus didn't want to think about what would happen if this was indeed real.

"I uh-"

"I am waiting, Potter."

James gulped, it was now or never.

"It was um.. it was real..." James mumbled, his eyes on the floor as he cheeks turned a light pink colour.

Regulus stood there, silently, trying to process what James had said.

"You.. you like me, Potter? In like a nonplatonic way?" Regulus asked hesitantly, his eyes fixed on James.

"...yeah."

Regulus was, for the first time in his life, speechless.

Regulus clears his throat, before speaking.

"I um.. okay," was all Regulus could say.

James felt his heart break.

Regulus didn't feel the same way..

"Well, um, I will see you around, Potter."

Regulus turned and left quickly.

James felt like crying.

Regulus, too, felt like crying.

James looked down in the letter in his hands, willing himself not to start crying at the dinner table.

Then he saw the writing change.

From a love confession in James's handwriting, to something else in Regulus's.

'Meet me underneath the Quidditch bleachers, tonight, eleven pm. We need to talk.'

. . .

It was eleven at night, as James walked to underneath the bleachers at the Quidditch stadium.

"Gods there you are, I was freezing my ass off waiting for you."

James nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden sound of Regulus's voice filling the otherwise silent night air.

"R-Regulus?"

"Yes, idiot. We need to talk."

James visibly gulped.

"A-about..?"

"Us."

James's eyebrows rose at that.

'Us? what does he mean "Us"??'

"I feel the same way, Potter. I.. I just don't like showing bullshit like love. Its complicated. But I assure you, once you know me, you won't love me."

Regulus pauses before continuing.

"But I am willing to give, um, us, a shot.. if you are."

James's mouth falls open.

He was not expecting this.

"I um, yeah, I'd love to give us a shot.. I- I didn't know you felt that way, Reg.."

Regulus shrugs.

"Hiding is what I do best. I'd be surprised if anyone guessed I ever liked you in any way other than 'obnoxious Gryffindor that hangs out with my brother'."

They both just kinda stand in silence, before Regulus walks over to James.

"May I?" Regulus asks, tilting his head up to properly face James; they were inches apart.

James nods and leans down before kissing Regulus.

"I have been wanting to do that for so fucking long."

Regulus mumbles as they pull apart after a minute or so.

"Me too."

The two stand in silence again.

"So what does this make us?"

"Complicated. I'm not ready for anything other than complicated."

James nods, he was perfectly fine with 'complicated', as long as he got to be with Regulus.

[Word count: 706]

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #james x regulus #regulus x james #james loves regulus #james potter #regulus black

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fancy-plans · 10 months

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I know that no one follows me for final fantasy stuff, but I need to write out my thoughts/interpretation the Final Fantasy XVI ending, and tumblr allows for good spoiler protection, so forgive my indulgence.

SPOILERS AHEAD, DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE BEAT FFXVI

Okay. Now, as much as I hate it, I think Dion is definitely dead, or meant to have died. While there's no question in my mind that this is the game's intent, the fate of any of the three who faced Ultima can be easily amended with enough will (hehe) or copium. We only see Dion falling, we don't see him actually die, so why can't Dion be to FFXVI what Shepard is to Mass Effect 3? Joshua (if he lived), or Terence, or Medicine Girl, can be there searching for him in the rubble, find him, heal him. But yes, for me personally this is a pure copium interpretation none-the-less.

As for Clive, I also think he is definitely dead. He states that Ultima's power was too much for his vessel body in the end, and we see the curse taking him on the beach, spreading from his fingertips to his entire hand within seconds. We also see Metia fading, which indicates Clive's death.

The main argument I see for Clive's survival is that in the final Jill quest, she says that no matter how bad the night is, the dawn will always come, as will Clive. And then when Jill is crying, she sees the dawn come, and stops crying. However, I think that's just her finding hope in the darkness, and through her grief, taking comfort in the knowledge that Clive did indeed save the world so that a new dawn would always come.

This also fits with the lyrics of the song that play at the end, My Star, which go:

For your flame still burns inside me deep within my heart Showing me, a new tomorrow, never too far And when I cannot bear the pain, I look up to the sky and pray And though our night is over you shall always remain, forever, my treasure, my star

Yeah, those lyrics definitely say "Clive is dead" to me, sadly. I think Clive's fate is of course debatable, and I see a lot of people convinced that he survived. But, for me, as much as I wish he did, I just don't think he lived.

Now, finally, to Joshua, the most complicated one. The biggest piece of evidence for Joshua's survival is THE BOOK. Final Fantasy, written by Joshua Rosfield. A lot of people think that Clive wrote the book under Joshua's name due to the quill that Harpocrates gave to him, but... why? That makes no sense to me. If they wanted to show that Clive survived and wrote the book, the book would have just had Clive's byline. Let's not forget that Harpocrates also said that Joshua is a gifted writer, so Harpocrates' crumbs don't lead only to Clive as the author.

There's also the interpretation that Clive/Jill had a son named Joshua who wrote the book. While more plausible to me and also a sweet interpretation, it still seems like quite a big reach. Or, perhaps Joshua had already been writing the book while he was alive, and Clive finished/published it? But when Harpocrates tells Clive that Joshua would be a good writer (which he also says to Clive to keep us all confused, lulz), it's implied that there really isn't time for anyone to be writing, but maybe after Ultima's defeat it's the pen they could turn to.

So, of all the explanations for the book, I think that Joshua surviving and writing it is the most likely, and the reason for that being shown at the end when it easily didn't have to be shown at all. And let's also not forget that the name Joshua derives from Yeshua, the Hebrew name for Jesus. Jesus and the Phoenix, these are both figures who rise again.

But, that of course begets the problem of how, actually, did he survive when he was most definitely dead? Joshua even explicitly says in an earlier scene that the Phoenix can mend flesh, but not restore a spirit. Yet, the difference from then and the end is that when Clive healed Joshua, he was using the power he absorbed from Ultima, the power of a God. We know this because after Clive heals Joshua, he states that his body wasn't enough to be able to handle Ultima's power after all. And if Ultima's power wasn't important narratively, then Clive could have healed Joshua's flesh once he absorbed the Phoenix's power, rather than this act occurring after. Besides, whatever he did to Joshua must have utilized a great deal of power, not just the power of simple healing/mending flesh, to have been too much for his vessel body. And while the powers of the Phoenix can't restore a spirit on their own, we really don't know what they would be capable of in conjunction with Ultima's power.

Even before this, we know that Joshua's power earlier went to bounds that it should not have been able to when he reached Clive, who was trapped in Ultima's nightmare realm. Ultima says something like, "You shouldn't have the power to do this. How is this possible? This is the power of creation," (paraphrase). I think that Joshua and Clive's powers, when fueled by their will, determination, and brotherly love, are capable of stretching beyond any normal bounds. There's no telling what they'd be capable of when combined with Ultima's power. Therefore, as Clive cycles through the memories of his brother and burns with the will for the power to heal him, Clive was able to actually revive Joshua at the end.

My last though on Joshua surviving is not based on any actual game events/lore/evidence, so might perhaps be more copium fueled, but I think it also makes more sense for Clive's story arc. The game begins with him (nearly) killing his brother, and a full loop would end with him saving him. Final Fantasy XVI is after all, more than anything, a story of brotherly love. For Clive's final act to be to save his brother and fulfill his duty as Joshua's shield, is a much more satisfying and complete story and character arc imo.

Anyway, those are just my thoughts. Like I said, it's really up to interpretation which, if any of those three, might have survived. The only thing that would change that would be if we got a post-game DLC that confirmed things one way or another. But, for now, this is what makes the most sense to me, for better or worse.

#ffxvi #final fantasy xvi #ff16 #final fantasy 16 #spoilers #seriously big ending spoilers #joshua rosfield #clive rosfield #dion lesage

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Imagine being Maverick's daughter and quickly catching the eye of both Rooster and Hangman, unknowingly starting a cutthroat competition. - ROOSTER'S ENDING

▷TOPGUN PLAYLIST

[Part 1] [Hangman's Ending] [Secret Ending?]

Note: didn't even think about writing follow-ups until @rosiahills22 made a comment.

Ever since that memorable handshake he shared with Jake, Bradley really did bring out his A-game each time he saw you. Perhaps North Island simply got warmer and that's why he walked around shirtless or wearing white tank tops. Considering how much he made you laugh, maybe he could become a stand-up comedian when flying aeroplanes becomes a tad too boring. It's hard to say whether he had learned that your father kept close, squinted in suspicion, eye on him Maverick himself was quite torn: you looked really happy, radiant, whenever Bradley was around but at the same time, he remembered Rooster's mother when she learned that her husband wasn't coming back home. Pete didn't even want to think about the very real possibility of you being in her shoes.

It didn't escape anyone's attention, especially Maverick's, that those two men seemed even more competitive towards each other than usually. Whenever someone brought up the escalation of the conflict intrinsic to their relationship, Rooster and Hangman suddenly were in agreement that there was nothing particular going on and the other guy was just being a shithead. No one believed them but also no one wanted to dig through this can of worms.

The climax of the bizarre butting of heads between Rooster and Hangman seemed to take place during the dogfight. Although there were two teams fighting neck in neck, it looked more as if Bradley and Jake were the only players, constantly trying to one-up the other. Phoenix, the more observant of the group, quickly caught on to the fact that the two pilots would glance in your direction every now and then. You were sitting next to Maverick, acting as a referee and recalling fond memories of playing dogfighting with your neighbourhood friends when you were younger. Back then, every kid thought you had 'the coolest dad ever'. And, truthfully, you couldn't disagree.

Hoping that your dad wouldn't notice, you bit the inside of your cheek as you watched Rooster play the game. He was this big, bulky and terribly handsome sun-kissed god you thought existed only in ladies' literature. Bradley always knew how to make you laugh, even if it meant embarrassingly butchering top hits in the most ridiculous of ways. You were pretty convinced he was the only man alive to be able to pull off a moustache and not look absolutely creepy.

"You're not listening to me, (Y/N)." Your father's voice brought you out of your daydreams.

"Sorry, dad, it's just..." There was no way in this world and the next one that you would ever admit to admiring one of his trainees. You had to think of something plausible, fast. "It's nice to see them all so happy and carefree you know? Not arguing for a few minutes. I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I said we're all going for a beer to The Hard Deck tonight. Come along."

"You sure it's a good idea? One day without exercises might put you behind. It's not like you have much time in the first place."

"I know what I'm doing. I raised one kid and it went pretty good, you know?"

"Yeah, she's kinda cool," you said while nodding. A self-assured grin crept onto your face - exactly the same smile that made it virtually impossible for you to ever renounce your connection with Maverick.

"She's the best."

Laughing, you and Maverick clicked bottles of beer in a light-hearted toast. Shortly after, laughter erupted among the pilots playing dogfighting: Bradley, terribly distracted by your radiant happiness, got hit with the rugby ball straight in his chest. Maybe you can kiss it better later.

You bit your lip, unsure which song in the jukebox to choose. All the titles that you were familiar with made you remember something about Maverick or rather listening to his CDs when he was gone. Music from his youth, that you grew up listening to, seemed to be tainted in a weird way. Your hand was wet from holding a cold bottle of beer.

"Oh, what the hell," you whispered to yourself, partially annoyed with your own indecisiveness. Having quickly pushed the buttons for record A58, The Hard Deck was momentarily filled with the electric guitar and drums of Mountain's Mississippi Queen.

"Thought of you as a more modern music type of girl."

Turning around, you saw exactly the man you expected: Bradley. He was leaning against the wall next to the jukebox and had been, most probably, silently watching your musical dilemma for some time. A curious gloss covered his eyes whenever he looked at you - Rooster was wearing his adoration for you on his sleeve, or rather, his face. Even though he was leaning, he remained physically bigger than you, making your heart excitedly jump in your chest. His broad frame was the source for quite a few of your unsavoury fantasies.

"The most modern song Penny has in here is dinosaurs' mating call."

Rooster laughed at your words and you could feel your chest clenching. He was a beautiful man - in any and every meaning of that word. A few years ago, you would have considered him way out of your league.

"So, Mississippi Queen, can I get you out of here for a bit?"

Catching a glimpse of you and Rooster leaving the bar, Jake hit the cue ball a little too hard and went for a foul instead.

The sand was refreshingly cool under your feet. Soon, the sound of waves lazily washing the shore had drowned out most of the noise coming from the bar. It truly felt like aside from you and Bradley, there was nobody else in the world, only memories of friends and strangers dancing in distant realms.

Your head was on his shoulder, silently watching the rhythm of the tide. Bradley had his arm wrapped around you, pulling you even closer to his chest. He had this very particular smell of salty ocean water and motor oil. At that moment, you swore you could happily drown in the peaceful contentment.

"If my dad finds out, you're getting shot dead." Although your statement was meant to be humorous, there was a kernel of truth hiding somewhere between those words.

"I thought I had the old man's sympathy."

Of course, Maverick did have warm feelings towards Bradley. It was just the very father-like combination of being overprotective and not quite communicative that spun their relationship into the odd situation that it now was. Still, Rooster wasn't exactly innocent in this less-than-favourable turn of events.

Rooster leaned away for a moment to look at you. Softly silver moonlight danced across your face and he couldn't recall if he had ever seen someone so beautiful.

"Well, you surely have mine," you said quietly before kissing him. Feeling your lips on his, Bradley thought that, maybe, Maverick shooting him wasn't that bad.

You felt his hot breath against your cheek. Whenever his lips left yours, even for a fraction of a second, you were quick to chase after them, never satiated with the affection he was offering. To your displeasure, Rooster pulled ever so minimally from you, your mouths nearly brushing against one another. His voice was quiet enough that the ocean waves nearly drowned out his whisper:

"That's more than enough."

The endless kisses the two of you shared that night were filled with giggles and carefree jokes, pretending as if the troubles of tomorrow were nothing but fairytales and fever dreams.

#rooster x you #rooster x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine #scenario #rooster fanfic #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #rooster imagine #rooster fanfiction #rooster imagines #bradley bradshaw imagines

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its 6am and I'm complaining myself through the ending of purgatory k? This is just the bitching not a full balanced analysis, bits I genuinely enjoyed are missing so it looks like I have a worse opinion than I did, its below a cut because a lot of people don't want that and that's absolutely good. I'm just processing through.

I think purgatory ending feels bad because we were promised by the way it was advertised and treated the end of the arc, and what we got was another fucking mid point instead. A mid point which after this going on for so long nobody really wanted. Setting up new project cool! But it felt miserable to watch the end. Probably could have been helped if the CCs had more info on a meta level - just the timescales and that this wasn't actually the end of the arc - so they could pace themselves and us better. The eggs missing has gone on for far too long, we've been given far too little to work with, and it's just not fun viewing any more. Which is why my engagement is so dependent on the next little while.

That, plus getting to the boat on foot was impossible without near perfection - something they were never going to all have. I like giving qMaxo his big sendoff with the nuke which solves nothing! But people who were legitimately trying to escape (Cellbit, Tina, off the top of my head - Cellbit just legit got lost in the underground. He said after he decided to stay but like... really? We'll have to wait and see next time he plays qsmp. If nothing else he legit had shit to do planned, and I feel like he would discuss it more with Roier if he was going to perma-kill Cellbit as that's massive to put on someone else's character. Pretty sure ccCellbit was just teasing like he fucking does but we'll see. Also changes what Maxo did if any of them die to it /significantly/. I'll be genuinely worried for ccMaxo if his characters actually pretty neat death arc resulted in a fan favourite character permadying in a game without permadeath) should have had a legit chance to do so. If they were supposed to be able to. I really hope the admins smooth that bit over one way or another, because it just made shit feel extremely bad. Kinda expect the /actual/ ruling to be if one person made it they all did, but dear god they needed to tell the players that immediately after or whatever if so. Failing that you could maybe have the others in the Nether or something, but youd need to coordinate everyone who didn't make it and that'd just suck logistically. The sensible answer is if one person got there they all did because this isn't a high legality sort of game. For players.

Like the other eggs were probably kidnapped by something and reported out? And I'm betting on black concrete plot as that's the plot actually associated with them disappearing in the first place, but for all it's cool moments up until then it just... dropped the ball. Tbh the entire thing with the eggs being involved was a massive ball drop which lead to /one/ cool conversation but otherwise just made everything infinitely less enjoyable.

Poor BBH. Like cc wise. He's one of a whole lot of them who have horrific rp safety practices, but also there's not really anyone to teach them that and that's nothing to punish someone for. Hope it gets hashed out with him. All of them but especially him.

Having players of another project as "advertising" for a new project without them knowing more in advance tastes kinda shitty. Very shitty. We'll see how tied it ends up being but that's just not comfy.

Quackity saying about big stuff planned is absolute ass. Like legitimately and out of character the CCs genuinely need a break for a bit you can't just throw them back into heavy stuff immediately. They need space to breath oc and find their footing ic. Most of them have streamed far more than usual this fortnight, and even for those who do stream daily usually it's been intense. You can say if its hurting them they can just take a break but you cannot convince me they can when their literal irl incomes depend on this. Some more than others, but they do.

Also like the tension just genuinely doesn't hold that long. Most of what I run is combat heavy fantasy events, but I've done horror too. And a big bit of running horror events is studying how pacing and tension works, especially over an extended period (horror events locally tend to be multi-day). You /can/ change the usual layout, but you have to know your fucking shit and be really careful if you do, and the admins and Quackity just don't seem to - as a collective whole, some individuals may - have the experience necessary to fuck with the formula. Like. I'm burnt out, the players are ooc burnt out, the fandom generally seems burnt out - not giving the players a win here was already a mistake, but the tension /has/ snapped. Too many people are too burnt out from playing more than usual and all that, under very high stakes circumstances, for very little reward. There needs to be a break where players who do other stuff can play other stuff and players who don't can take the time to find their footing again. Tension levels are not sustainable and they broke them open. If they hadn't revealed the eggs you could have stretched it another few days, but they did. At which point losing the eggs again is genuinely so fucking unsatisfying. They could have only been shown the winning egg. Like sure fuck with people, that's what's going on IC and OC maybe it was supposed to be reassurance, but it just ended up feeling ghoulish. It was so obviously playing on feelings it just fell flat for me. Not even the fun playing with feelings, just a fuck you.

Also communication has been fucking atrocious. Yes keep twists in the bag, I can see arguments for all plot points, but the players needed to know the timescale, the fact it was a PvP not a lore event, and that this wasn't the end of the eggs missing arc rather an interlude waaaaaaaaaaay earlier. Like they found out as these things became obvious, but given the time commitment it demanded they needed to know like weeks before it started. As soon as it was announced. We can tall all we like about trusting the admins, but the admins have got to fucking trust their players to still make good viewing times even if not everything is a complete surprise. It fucked over Cellbit and Roier and their murder plot planning, it fucked over a lot of people ooc and their streaming schedules and their ability to do actual life things. Forever when given the Judas plot should have been told in advance when it would be activatable. The players - not the characters or the audience, the players - should have known it was 15 days, PvP, only 1 egg was on the cards for now, that the chance to save the others will come later (I have no doubt it will), and that they would need to escape fast at the end. Not the why, not the how, not the plot, but you need to know the fucking stakes.

Like okay let's look at shit I run a sec. Its nor perfect, but we've been building on a 20+ year tradition of larp in the same place and learning from what does and doesnt work. Info players have in advance:

date and time. for things run for and at the university, dates generally are announced start of the year, and which system will be which day is the start of every term. For events for the uni but at an unusual place or time (often an IC dinner party or similar), 3 weeks in advance. For stuff not associated with the university (I help with fewer of these, as far fewer happen and theyte the ones i can still play with my disability)... well, they tend to be multi day in a hired venue and players pay a lot of money to be there, so its usually about a year and a half in advance. The stuff below about pitches are for saturday ones - paid for multi day events all that info is announced at least a year in advance, and for single day non-university ones at least 6 months. But like qsmp is a constantly running thing so the university stuff is a fairer comparison.

Every event has a "pitch". This goes up the Tuesday before for Saturday events - theres a couple of different teams running different genres but same place same time theres a larp every termtime saturday just 9/30 are run by my team. The pitch will contain the information the characters know going into a mission or social or whatever. If theres a twist the twist isn't mentioned, ofc, just the initial setup. Then, there's an out of character section, with stuff like date and time and reminders to weather weather appropriate clothing and sturdy shoes.

If the event is /not/ in the format players expect, in the out of character info including things like the time, we say that. We run combat heavy stuff. If it's purely social, we say so. If it'll be more Freeform than usual, we say so. If the party is getting split we - you guessed it - say so.

Our events have different levels of IC rewards. The basic reward can always be assumed (3 gold, iirc). Theres also 4 and 5 gold days. If its not 3 gold, it says so in the pitch, and players know this is a difficulty rstinf system. 3 is normal, 4 is "this is designed to be challenging for late end high xp characters and is likely to kill lower levels", 5 is "we are actively trying to kill someone". Death is always an option, but the ref team don't usually want it.

Sometimes there are RP rewards too. These are not explicately stated, but are alluded to "you will be paid so long as you eliminate the monster. If you capture it and deliver it to the university, however, the chancellor promises an extra something for you" sort of thing. "The Dowager Duchess is well known for rewarding those in her favour. Impress her, and she may do the same for you".

If there's distressing content that isn't covered by genre and game style, we include a warning. Last time was "this session will include horror elements. A list of content warnings is available from any ref on request", and we DMed players we knew have triggers on that list the same day pitch went out to liase with them. Yes even when the trigger is a plot twist or a spoiler because fuck you player safety will always be most important. One which had content warnings but was not horror "this session contains potentially distressing material. A list of content warnings is available from any ref on request".

And like... call me naive but this is the sort of info the players should have? In advance they should have a summary (yes it's also given IC at the start of the event, but it means they can prep properly), dates and times well in advance (so they can prep their lives and other projects), expected rewards (even if vague), and any particularly common triggers (like say a third party intentionally sewing paranoia and fucking with mental health of characters) should have a "theres triggers here please put a message in your help channel for a list". I'd say also some indicator of where on a plot arc something falls.

We dont give this because our pacing plot arc wise is determined by how we run them. Paid events are all always one offs (I run them with a different group of people but same circle) - except when they aren't in which case this is made clear at the pitching stage- and uni ones its dictated by the university schedule - we run nine main events a year, 3 each term. There's a small climax last linear of every term, and a major one at the end of a year. Yearly arcplots do not always exist but when they do they end with the last linear of term. There are some other plots brewing over longer periods - when those come to a head, they will become the main plot for a year and their climaxes run on yearly arcplot rules. It is never the case that all sessions in a year are arcplot related, to give players not interested in a specific thing something to do.

Other things they could probably do with include a safe word and establishing a way for an admin to indicate a fuck up due to glitch or mistake - probably an "ignore me" emote only admins have access to.

This all being said - the admin team want people to have fun and for it to go well, and the medium is much younger than traditional LARP. Information for their specific media does not exist, and while they maybe should look at rp for ideas they probably look at tabletop and don't even consider LARP - let alone larp styles more common in Europe. I can say things all I want, but I'm just a guy over here. The admins are trying their best and do want the best for their players, and will have a plan. It's just infuriating sometimes.

#fandom neg #qsmp neg

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👀👀👀 may I request elaboration on the secret rivers Rosa lore 👀👀👀

(notes: 1. word bad brain sleepy. these sentences might not be complete. 2. took me 4ever because i accidentally closed out while typing and it frustrated me & i didn't get back to it. 3. this version of rivers rosa is different than widely know fanon 4. i only have basic knowledge of spanish and might get some things wrong).

rosa rivera is scared of fire.

she gets the nickname "rosa del río" from friends in panama. rosa of the river. she's an excellent swimmer and is passionate about water access and marine life. in her late twenties, she feels the call of mx. chicago and attends college there to get a marine biology degree. her classmates call her rivers rosa. the nickname sticks, even after she graduates and ages. when mx. chicago calls rosa to participate in blaseball, she is 46. she doesn't hesitate to follow. she signs up as rivers rosa.

she doesn't like fire, but she trusts water. staying a safe distance and spraying the water is an easy job for her. as easy as it gets, anyway. the worst part of fighting fires is going in there. finding people. rosa can't. she can't get herself to move. someone else always can. but she's afraid that one of these days there won't be.

rosa falls to houston. no fires to fight. she gets along with her teammates well. most of them are younger than her. a lot of them have more hope than her. especially the ones that just joined the sport. surprisingly, even some of the ones who live in the shadows are optimistic. "they won't open the book again," they say. she doesn't have it in her to even look at them sometimes. they'll be broken when someone dies. even more disturbing, though, is a player that's always been in the shadows. yuniesky. he has a pet computer or something, and it's named conditional. they slapped their names together on the roster and they play as conditional yuniesky. yuniesky is more of a doomist than rosa. convinced that not only will The Fans open the book, they're out to get the players. all they want is chaos and destruction. they'll cook up new ways to hurt the players, give power to strange new gods no one's seen before. "there's no point," he says when asked why he doesn't bother attending any meetings or going out to dinner. he doesn't elaborate, but everyone knows what he's talking about.

rosa won't let it slide. to be honest, it pisses her off for the same reason the optimistic ones piss her off. they don't have any real experience with this game. what makes them think they know what's gonna happen? she stops phrasing invitations as questions. he only gets more combative. someone-- a kid named sevgi-- suggests that he needs more warning.

"we're getting dinner on friday," rosa would say. "come with us."

yuniesky wouldn't even look up at her to respond, instead focusing on whatever he was doing on his computer. "fine."

rosa started to realize he barely ate. he'd just pick at whatever he ordered with his fork, or just order a drink and swirl the straw around while listening to the conversation. he'd smile occasionally, or make a face, but rarely commented. sometimes he would say something snarky in spanish, low enough so that only rosa could hear. he was hilarious. rude as hell, but hilarious. she liked that he was blunt. sure, it wouldn't hurt for him to develop some tact, but she could tell he didn't really want to be mean. he just sounded like that. he seemed to appreciate rosa's bluntness as well, but he wasn't easy to read.

surprising barely anyone, the book gets opened. rosa is still scared of fire. anastasia isarobot (who used to be in the firefighters shadows) got incinerated, and for some reason, it felt like an omen.

rosa is still scared of fire when the umpire aims for her and raises its hand. she's still scared of fire and trying to run, even though she knows it's useless. she reaches out to the nearest person as she feels her heel catch on fire. it burns worse than she could ever imagine. someone takes her hand.

yuniesky. he's already crying.

rosa realizes she's never seen him show a raw emotion before. and she realizes she'll never say goodbye to lou, or declan, and she'll never go back to chicago or panama, and she's going to die, and there will be no hall waiting for her. she watches the flame spread up her arm and towards yuniesky's hand, and so does he, but he doesn't let go. he's an idiot for it, but rosa couldn't be more thankful. it's a selfish sort of thankfulness, she thinks as the flame spreads across his hand, but she deserves to be selfish. she deserves to die comforted.

yuniesky knows her last words were "thank you," but nobody else heard. nobody even asked. they ask plenty of other questions: "what's wrong with you?" "the hell were you thinking?" "are there any medics here? do we usually keep those on staff?" but not a single question about her. and for some reason, that pisses him off.

after the game, he goes to the hospital (of his own free will, for once). the only thing blaseball players aren't immune to is umpire flames, but people don't typically get away with a small injury. you either die or you're a fire eater.

terrell was the one who took him, since it's hard to drive with only one hand and while in unspeakable amounts of pain. he turns to yuniesky while they're in the waiting room.

"why'd you do it?" he asks in a low voice. not judgementally. just confused. in shock, perhaps.

yuniesky looked at the shoddily bandaged hand in his lap. "no one else would."

#houston spies #asks 4 sasha #blaseball #<- it's late so i feel brave enough to maintag this. nobody's awake it's chill #might put this in the spies server or on ao3 #just so it's somewhere else besides tumblr #orble writing

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elliotemerson · 2 years

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1. Fever | Eddie Munson x Reader

Authors note: Hi, this is my first public fanfic ever, based off my POV series that did quite well on TikTok! Every video will be a different chapter and a different post (still gotta figure out how Tumblr works so advice is always welcome). I don't often write full on stories, so please bear with me :)

Tags: No usage of y/n, neutral pronouns (except for in this first video, the rest is also neutral), fluff.

Word count: 1324

Hope you like it!

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You've been wanting to play D&D for ages. You got several sheets laying around your room of potential characters with the craziest backstories. But the people around you never really wanted to start a campaign with you. It just wasn't for them. Which is fine, but still. The newspapers having several articles headlining "Board Game Downfall of Youth", and not to forget the best (or worst) one "Dungeons & Dragons to Drugs & Death" didn't really help finding yourself a willing bunch of friends. Well, that until some scrawny kid approached you after class today.

"Hey! Are you the one from Mrs. Campbell's history class?"

You quickly glance behind you to make sure he's not talking to someone else.

"Yeah, well, maybe? I take that class just like-, 60 others?" you respond with a soft scoff.

"Right. Ehm. Are you in a class with a guy with long, curly hair, basically a bird's nest. About- I don't know how tall he is. He's pretty metal? And like, way too old?-"

"mIKE, he's is gonna mur-der you fo-."

With the speed of freaking lightning the kid reaches to his backpacks sidepocket that not so subtly contained a walky-talky, hits it a bunch of times until the little red light goes out and restores his original casual position, a bit more awkward. You raise an eyebrow.

"So, yeah, like I said-"

"You mean Eddie Munson," you interrupt him.

"Yes. Okay, great, you know Eddie. That's great! He was wondering-, or well WE were wondering if you would like to join our campaign?"

A little silence falls.

"Yeah ehm... You gotta narrow it down for me here," you respond, somewhat getting uncomfortable. This whole interaction felt off, as if the kid was being dared to do this.

"Sorry, our D&D campaign. Dungeons and Dragons? It's basically a boardgame where you can play just anyone-"

When he starts explaining, your whole mood changes and your face just brightens up. You're being INVITED into a party. You don't even have to ask!

"-and you also get a t-shirt, although they might be a bit expensive depending on your allowance but-"

"I'm in!"

The kid stops his rambling and looks at you with raised eyebrows. He definitely didn't expect you to agree this fast.

"Oh! Well-... in that case, ehm, welcome to Hellfire!" he says almost impressed by his own convincing skills.

"We're discussing the time during break at 1:30pm, so yeah, if you wanna join we'll keep room at the table if you want?"

"Hell yes, sounds good to me!"

Your face was glowing and you couldn't stop smiling. You've never played it before, but God you can't freaking wait. You can FINALLY use your characters.

"I'm Mike by the way."

"Yeah, I kinda caught that."

"Cool, cool, cool. Eh, see you during break!"

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Mike and Dustin had this amazing idea to tell Eddie during break that the person he clearly had a crush on was gonna join his party. At least, that's what Mike and Dustin assumed it was. 'Crush' meaning 'talking about what D&D class and race you would play in so much detail that he's definitely thought of it before'.

Eddie, however, did not appreciate it.

"We thought you liked them! That's why whe invited them!"

"That's the problem," Eddie snaps back.

Eddie had stood up, like he often does when he's about to put on half a theatre performance. He says he can express himself better when he's standing.

"Oh."

"Can your brain comprehend?" He nearly hisses.

Judging by the looks of Mike, Dustin and the rest of the gang, their brains clearly couldn't.

"If they're gonna join the club, they're gonna watch me DM. And DM'ing is a skill, it's not easy."

He was doing a little trip around the table, his way of pacing.

"ME? I'm going to em-bar-rass myself to death. If you think D&D is just a silly litt-"

"Hey hey!"

You put your lunch tray down on the table next to Dustin's and give him a smile before you look up to what Eddie was doing. Eddie instantly stops his words and just looks at you joining the table.

"Hey," he responds, just before he wanders back to his seat at the table.

It's odd how fast Eddie can switch his tone. Maybe it's a dungeon master thing, because suddenly there was a soft smile on his face. Even Dustin squints his eyes on the sudden change. Mike however, looks entertained. The sudden silence at the table felt off.

"Wait, I'm sorry, was this seat already taken?"

With that the entire table turns into a mishmash of sounds going "no, no!" and "please do!" and "nah, you're good".

The rest of the break mainly consists of you introducing yourself to the others and all of you deciding when to play D&D, which is the day after tomorrow, 7:30PM. The break's nearly over and the whole table stands up to put their trays away. The kids sprint ahead trying to get in class on time, but you and Eddie stay behind taking your time.

"Thanks for having me, by the way, hope it's okay. I've had some characters in mind for aaaages."

"Oh it's cool, we were looking for an extra anyways," he says and gives you a side smile. "Can I?"

He takes your tray and stacks it on top of his. You give him a little smile as thanks. He puts it on the pile and the two of you walk into the hallway.

"I do have to roll for stats still. You don't coincidentally have dice on you, do you?" you ask with a tease.

"Oh this box, holds a looot of things, but dice ain't one of them," Eddie says walking a bit ahead of you, repeatedly looking back at you, his smile getting cuter by the minute. "Dungeon Masters are in fact not chained to their dice, contradicting recent alligations. I know, it's mental."

You give a little laugh while he turns around to look at you and begins walking backwards, a cute smile on his face from making you laugh.

"But if you want, we could meet outside of class tomorrow?" he continues. "Liiiike 3 o'clock? Build the character a bit, rolling your stats-"

"Tell my character's backstory."

"Tell your characters backstory, of course, the best part, can't forget about that."

"Also, gotta calculate my AC."

"Armour class. Someone knows their stuff. What class are you gonna play?"

"Hmm, I'm not telling you yet."

"Sorcerer?"

"I'm not telling you."

"A Bard?"

You stop walking, cross your arms and give him a look. Eddie stops as well when he notices and gives you a teasing smirk.

"It's a bard, isn't it?"

"Tomorrow, then I'll tell you," you say, not being able to surpress a smile either. You reach for the doorhandle on your left.

"Can't wait," he says softly, leaning against the lockers across of you.

You give him one last smile before you open the door and disappear into the classroom. Eddie remains to lean against the lockers for a bit, fidgeting with his rings. His mind was running wild right now, positively. Maybe, maybe after all it wasn't too bad of an idea of Mike to invite you into the party. Actually he was filled with excitement over you joining the next session. Yet something inside of him was nervous. Which was a feeling he did not often feel regarding D&D. Nervous isn't something that goes hand in hand with Eddie "the Freak" Munson.

Except for when he's heads over heels.

End of part 1 of 9.

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white-poppie · 1 year

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⏜ ࣪ 𓄹𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮 ♥︎

Synopsis: Their 'Kiss cam' moments Fandoms: Hunter x Hunter, Death Note, HAIKYU!!, Jujutsu Kaisen, Tokyo Revengers Warnings: A littol suggestive

A/n: Ahaha whats up..so like I survived my dust allergy problems with my lungs and now my exams are approaching...I know god gives battles to his toughest soldiers, but god must think I am Achilles/Bheem or something.

୨୧ Vœux /french/ wishes

"Oh my god oh my god, I am gonna cry if they don't score now," you prayed while crossing your fingers.

A faint snort left his lips as he savoured your crestfallen expression. Eyes focused on the game, glimmering with hope.

The way your eyebrows were knitted together and the sheer joy on your face when your team scored. You looked over at him with the biggest smile and he swore his heart was going to fall out of his chest.

His happiness wasn't long-lasting though, soon your gaze was driven to a monitor where some childish music played. He couldn't help but pout.

"It's a kiss cam," you laughed and he looked towards the screen. The first frame landed on an old couple, they kissed and the entire stadium 'awwed'. The second landed on two friends, they looked very uncomfortable, but for the sake of it, one of them kissed on other's cheek, much to the audience's disappointment. He wondered if you would do the same, after all, that's what you were...friends.

The third frame landed on two people who looked oddly like him and you...until it hit him.

He turned around to see you with expecting eyes.

"I-uhm, we don't have to, if you don't-" his eyes widened as your lips hit his, the cheering of the stadium was deaf as he closed his eyes slowly and smiled into the kiss. Leaning in and holding your face in his palms.

The camera shifted to another couple and even though the kiss was broken he still held your face, "I like you a lot!" he confessed suddenly, scared of your reaction, much to his surprise, you gleamed in joy.

"I thought I would never hear those words from you," you sighed.

CHIFUYU, Takemichi, Hakkai, SOUYA, Megumi, Toge, Killua, Matt, Lev, Kageyama, Hinata, BOKUTO, Kenma, Sugawara,

୨୧ Fitoor /urdu/ obsession

He watched the game with passion, occasional glances towards you, he couldn't help but ogle at how pretty you looked, wearing his favourite team's jersey just because of him, even though you had no interest in the game, you happily agreed to come along with your 'friend to keep him company.

How he convinced you to wear his extra jersey because 'what is the point of cheering without merch?' A big excuse just to see you in his clothes. It was kind of sad how you didn't pick his clues of how obsessed he truly was with you.

He smirked and continued watching the game, the grin growing wider as he heard the all-familiar song play in the background.

Both of you clapped every time anyone kissed, what you didn't know was that he had to pray to whatever deity was there to make the cam land on the two of you...and it did.

Your eyes widened as you laughed awkwardly, ear and face turning super hot.

He turned to you and flashed you a dangerous grin that caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

He pulled you by the base of your neck and kissed you deeply. It was hungry, heated and wild like some animal who had been holding off his hunger for too long, and now that it was satiated he couldn't help but pounce impatiently.

He felt guilty about it too, he wanted the two of your' first kiss to be a bit more romantic.

A gasp elicited from your mouth as he bit on your lips. To the audience, it might have seemed like a fiery kiss and nothing more, but you could hear the growls that rumbled from his chest.

When he finally pulled away, the game had already begun, his lips were shining with your lip gloss and his chest heaved deeply.

God. What had you gotten yourself into?

BAJI, NAHOYA, Mello, GOJO, Getou, Sukuna, Feitan, Hisoka, KUROO, TENDOU, Oikwaa, Suna, ATSUMU, OSAMU

୨୧ Yuan-fen /chinese/ when two people are meant to be together by destiny

One moment ago both of you were watching this extremely boring game, sleepy and yawning and the other moment your hearts were hammering like crazy as the pink frame showed your faces.

His breath hitched so sharply that you couldn't help but feel a pang in your chest. Was he that revolted by the thought of kissing you?

His hand slowly sneaked into yours, pulling you from the trance, "its up to you if you want to or not," he said ignoring the chants of 'kiss!' 'kiss!' that were shouted.

"Don't let other people pressurize you into doing something you don't want to," his face eyebrows were down-turned and his lips had this sad smile etched on them.

"What about you?" you questioned, "I- w-want too, but you sound like you don't."

His eyebrows shot up as he grinned proudly, "I would love to," he whispered, closing the distance between the two of you.

His lips moved rhythmically against yours, softly capturing them in a state of euphoria, your hands bunched up his shirt around his shoulders. He pulled away with a small peck on your lips and the silliest grin on his face.

You couldn't help but rest your head on his shoulders for the rest of the game.

MITSUYA, DRAKEN, Mikey, Inupi, NANAMI, YUUTA, Daichi, AKAASHI, KURAPIKA, L

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Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?

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nekkodiaries · 1 year

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⌖ the 12th shot. ┆feminism rocks, actually. [ 1.1k words. ]

you finished cleaning yourself up around 7:20, giving you 10 more minutes to rethink whether all of this is a good decision. you've never played pubg with your mic on. ever. and even though your gut is telling you to trust whoever is on the other side of killstrike's character, you still feel scared.

what if he finds my voice too high? i can't laugh— he might find that annoying too.

you stare at the app's icon on your phone, tapping on the softness of your bedsheet before you slump down beside your phone with a low groan. your mind slowly creeps up to what killstrike's message. "he said he need to do a little work.." you mutter quietly to yourself, eyes staring out the window.

you thought he'd be around the same age as you but maybe he was a working man with an adult job. he probably deals with stress in office work and uses the game as a stress outlet. all of this makes you anxious, him hearing your voice, him hearing your tiny little mannerisms that come out when you play. what if he thinks i'm too childish for him? your head wanders off again to when he called you princess. he could be teasing.. he probably was. and you shouldn't be reading into it too much. but the way he said it so casually made your heart skip a beat. it's then that you realize that you may have a big, unstoppable crush on killstrike.

your gently rotate your wrist and you flinch, remembering that you have to actually meet him. "fuck." you mutter to yourself as you open your app, quietly cursing at the lack of speed of the loading screen. once you're in the lobby, you match with killstrike, anxiously pressing on the mic and speaker button so you could finally speak to him after a month or so of talking strictly though chat.

"hey, princess."

oh, god. his voice. he spoke those two words with so much gentleness, contrasting to the natural deepness and huskiness of his voice. just the sound of it gets blood rushing to your face. you lean away from your phone, trying to clear your throat as quietly as you can before breathing out and whispering. "hello, loverboy."

you hear him let out a little laugh at the other end of the mic and you smile a little. not being arrogant, but you knew you had the same effect on him. you just hope that calling him loverboy gets him as flustered as he did to you. "your voice is pretty cute. thought you'd sound deeper, given your constant threats when we used to chat."

you have to consciously bite back a smile, rolling your eyes. "i only did that because you were being stupid with your big ass head in the way. do you think i've forgotten your whole misogynistic tirade during our first match?"

he lets out an audible gasp which makes you giggle. "i told you, i'm not a misogyist. i- i would've equally flamed a man for doing what you did. feminism rocks, actually." something about the way he said that so seriously makes you burst out laughing and he does the same. after sharing a minute of laughter, both of you eventually decide to start a game on versus ai mode to give your wrist a break.

you come to realize that killstrike is nicer when you guys are on-mic. you think it's because he's too shy to actually scream at you, but it's not.

if this is cloud 9, jay thinks he's riding it because you're so fucking adorable. your voice was soft. if it were anyone calling him an idiot, he knew he'd be popping a nerve just screaming at them. not you though. your voice was smooth, honeyed and very addicting. jay's convinced he can listen to you say anything for days and days on end.

he admits that having his mic on during the game meant committing small errors every now and then. but you were in an entirely different league. you handled stress like a pro. you really are a master at this game. when there were no enemies in sight, you'd run in circles which was, again, fucking adorable. it didn't help that you dressed your character in a cute pink onesie. but the moment you'd see an enemy, jay noticed that you would immediately sprint towards their direction, voice getting just a tad bit deeper, tone laced in seriousness. "hey, enemy at 135 north east. uh.. i think he's with two teammates." shoot. "knocked one down."

jay found everything about you fucking attractive. a woman after his own pubg-playing heart.

down to 3 more squads, he looks at you from the other side of the map's mountain, constantly moving to avoid getting sniped while you continue to shoot. "hey, hey! another sniper just in front of me. um.. coordinates at 340, i think. he has an m24." he hears you murmur. he's positive his bullet didn't even graze the enemy yet because the game flashed that you took them out with a headshot.

there were a few close calls. you got knocked down while being ambushed so jay told you to crawl to a nearby house so he can heal you, looking at the mini-map for footsteps. he lets you heal while covering for you and you whisper a small "thank you, loverboy." so easily that it almost has him reeling in the middle of the game.

in the end, you won with killstrike, top 1 out of 98 players.

"that was fucking sexy. we wiped them out so good! we were on some swat-level shit." you grunt, fist-pumping the air in happiness. "yeah. maybe you're not too bad of a sniper after all." you hear him say, laughing a little with you. as the adrenaline from the game subsides, it sinks in that you just played a game with your summer-long frenemy slash crush on mic. all of this gets you feeling irrationally shy.

"uh.. yeah. not too bad. um.. i a-actually have to go. my friends are calling me to have dinner."

"it's already past 11 pm—"

"uh— f-for a midnight snack. bye!" you lie through your teeth before you tap on the buttons to close your mic again.

"okay, well i had good tim—"

you didn't even let him finish his sentence because you've already closed your phone, tossing it aside. oh my god, what just happened. this whole thing must have crossed an unspoken boundary between you two. what would this mean now? would he expect you to play on-mic? would he ask to meet up?

"lord, y/n. you really outdid yourself this time." you scold yourself out loud, grabbing a pillow before screaming into it in frustration. you look at the clock and it was, indeed, nearing midnight. you have an early class tomorrow, so maybe going back to uni and distracting yourself by finding new friends would help make you feel less embarrassed about geeking out to your little pubg crush tonight.

masterlist. ┆ previous. — next.

summary: park jay lives life as a hot-headed gamer by day and.. well.. still a hot-headed gamer by night— except he secretly goes by the name killstrike. after losing a match, he finds himself trash-talking his teammate notursniper, who happens to be the mysterious classmate he's been admiring for over a year and more.

taglist [open]: @yvnjin-s @wondering-out-loud @rikisly @babystrlla @shinrjj @homelycat @annoyingbitch83 @fadedluvv @haerinism @wildesreblogs @all4yoi

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elaineiswithyou-blog · 6 months

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Bet- Dabi's Edition

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I'll Bet On You Baby Til The Day I Die

Dabi didn't always believe in you. He found you annoying a little bit of a thorn in his side at first. But now, he doesn't find you nearly as annoying. He trusts you.

I'd Say Let's Get Married, But That Made You Cry

Dabi could clearly remember when you accepted his proposal. He had tried to be romantic with it, buying your favorite flowers, and setting up a date similar to the first official date you two ever went on.

I'll Bet On You Darling Til The Day We Part

Dabi trusts you. He invites you to work with home over anyone else in the LOV. He told the others you were less annoying and that was the only reason he brought you. It was only somewhat true.

But I Hope That I Kick First Cause It'd Break My Little Heart

Dabi remembers the first time you were injured on a mission and it felt like his world shattered. He lit them and the whole place ablaze, not caring if it ruined the mission, before hauling you out of there quickly to get medical advice.

I'll Bet On You Sweetheart, Like A Game Of Cards And If I Lose My Hand, I'm Sure It's Worth The Charge

Dabi could tell when you were bluffing. He knew you didn't have better cards than him. Most of the time he won. He'd rub it in your face, but only for a few minutes. He'd let you win sometimes, even when he knew your hand was shit.

To Love And To Lost Is Worth The Cost

Dabi stayed beside you even if it cost the mission. Even if he got injured. He wasn't letting you go once he decided you were his

So I'm Wagering Forever Just To Be In Your Arms

Dabi knew it was risky to marry you. He knew it was risky to give you that big stolen ring, but he didn't really care, especially when he gets to see you wear it everyday.

{see chorus at end}

If This Won't Convince You To Take On The Part, My Piano's Already Wearing Your Name In A Heart

Dabi knew right from the moment he realized he was in love with you, he'd never let you go. He loved you, yet he still teased you and treated you like shit for a week before finally asking you out on a real date.

If This Overwhelms You And You Fade Away, Just Please Be Kind I See My Scar Every Fucking Day

Dabi was aware that he was flawed. He had scars all over his body, he wasn't nice to you when you first met, and he was pretty cocky. Even if he acted so cocky, he was worried about losing you constantly.

You Stitched Up My Forehead

Dabi remembers the first time you helped him through a pretty rough patch in his life. You didn't leave him. He felt grateful and even though he never said thank you, he tried to show it in his actions.

And Made My House Home, Now Every Chair I Sit In Feels Just Like A Throne

Dabi and you moved in together after years of saving up. It was worth it in the end. He didn't have that many possessions, but he loved to watch you decorate in the home. It felt complete with your touches.

My Words Fail Me Daily To Show Where I Stand

Dabi's never been one for words. His quips were often clever but short and he never felt like he could express his feelings before. He got better over time, but it took a while.

But Good God Took On New Meaning When You Tattooed On My Hand

Dabi never got your name tattooed on his body. He made you draw a little heart and got that tattooed instead. He preferred it was subtle and only he knew it was yours.

{Chorus}

I'm Playing With Fire, In A Sense I Feel Warm

Dabi loved when you cuddled up to him on cold nights. His body naturally radiating heat. He held you and at first it was a little awkward but it became more and more comfortable with practice and time.

And I Swear To Fucking God I'll Weather The Storms

Dabi was determined to make things work, even if you had arguments or fights. He made you sit and talk about it. He wanted to make this work badly. He knew his parents never talked and wanted to do your relationship better.

I'm Running The Numbers And Counting The Days Until You Tack On My Made Up Last Name

Todoroki never suited you and him. He made up a new legal last name just for you and him to share.

{Outro Music}

Dabi swears he wasn't crying on your wedding day but you recall otherwise. He swears he wasn't a mess over seeing you in your dress but your photos say otherwise. He swears his voice didn't tremble, even a little bit, during your vows but your videos say otherwise. He swears you looked perfect.

#bnha #mha #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha x reader #mha dabi #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #Youtube

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doctorguilty · 5 months

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Longer vent

The perception the adults have of me being like when I say I'm too disable to work consistently anymore they think I'm just like typically basement dweller playing video games and doing whatever all day and it's like boy I sure wish I was!!! I'm actually too tired most days to do anything enjoyable, the older I get (especially post covid) the more of my life is spent sleeping, like I know I say this a lot but how can anyone think this is a choice I'm making on purpose? Who would want this? To lose what cumulatively is adding up to years of my only life on earth unconscious in dirty sheets? It's just upsetting, y'know? It's upsetting when no one really takes me seriously, can't understand how sad about my life I feel.. I break down about it every now and again (like now) and cry because I'm certain it'll be like this forever for me, and keep getting worse. All the time I get in this world, all the things I so desperately want to do with that time, but I can't. The least anyone can do is have sympathy for me, rather than keep trying to convince me of their next brilliant job idea for me, oh God like a couple weeks ago one of them was like "you should make your own sticker designs and sell them why don't you do that" and I actually snapped, I was like I DO!!! THAT IS WHAT I'M DOING ON ETSY ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? and he was like oh sorry I didn't know, what do you make? (And I most certainly HAVE told him) And I didn't answer I was really in a tizzy like, this is how much you don't pay attention to me or anything I do!!

They're all like attached to their image of me when i was like 15 in high school, when I had more energy to do things and brought home work from art class, and somehow forgetting even then I was miserable and depressed, but we're 15 fucking years later it's time to let it go, I'm sorry I'm not the success anyone hoped I'd be but it's not like anyone was putting eggs in my basket either like hello?????

#seth speaks #neg

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krakenshaped · 6 months

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Nothing boring about having your projects clearly named! what is couch about tho? :0

Brjskhdkqjdna if I don't clearly name them I'll lose them cause I play a lot of dnd and have so many docs in my drive (too many I need to gut my Google docs so baaad)

Couch is about Manjoume going to therapy and lamenting being unemployed LMAO I wrote it at the beginning of this year and never really did finish it (I got a big chunk of one shots collecting dust like that)

I'll grab a snippet for the funny 👇

"Therapy was one of those necessary chores, you told yourself in an attempt to coerce yourself into going every two weeks. Kind of like cleaning your room or paying the gas bill or walking the dog.

Jun doesn't have a dog. Nor does Jun pay his gas bill or clean his room or even clean himself regularly. He does go to therapy though. In some sort of strange, hopeful way that therapy will somehow fix his problems and give him meaning to his life, or… Something. At least it somewhat helped him stop thinking so much.

Perhaps 5 years ago from now, he wouldn't have expected to see himself in this place. Y'know, he thought by 21 he'd be doing something important with himself. He'd be in the pro leagues, all sleek black suits and shiny cars, a name that people knew - no respected.

It would be plastered on billboards, on advertisements, on shining lights. Manjoume Thunder. Not just Manjoume, youngest of three or Jun, duel academy's second biggest crackpot but something more.

Maybe he'd even have a girl by his side.

Maybe that girl would Asuka.

But he's not in the pro leagues. He's not in a fancy car. He's not even in his bedroom back home - wherever home is.

He's on Tenjouin's couch.

He's been on Tenjouin's couch for around a year now. The lead up to that was a rollercoaster ride. Turns out after the world almost ends multiple times and you literally die and are brainwashed into joining a cult all while studying for midterms, you don't have a lot of patience for your shitty fucking brothers - who are both pretty mad that you're back at their mansion and not a baby Seto Kaiba. But then, Manjoume remembered, hey, I'm not 15 years old, I can defend myself now, and honestly, he could only last a couple of months having to butt heads with his brothers over any and every miniscule issue.

God forbid he breathe without somehow getting paid for it. Those assholes thought he was some sort of living cookie clicker for shitty card games.

So he did what most young adults with a brain do when their shitty, rich, totally not abusive brothers slash guardians are completely unbearable to live with. He stole Chosaku's credit card, took all available money out the account and used it until it was frozen.

Which was totally fine. For like. A year. All he needed was enough money to survive on until he could get a job and start living for himself. Easy. Right? If everyone else can do it surely he can. I mean. How bad can it be? He just needs to pay for his rent right?

Ah, but. He also needs to feed himself.

Hmm… He also needs utilities to make that food. Not to mention to pay for aircon, I mean it's pretty fucking hot in the Kanto summers. You expect him to not have ac? He's also gonna need a computer to type up his job applications… and then an internet connection to submit those job applications…

Internet is how much a month…?

You have to pay what for a TV license???

At least he lasted the year.

Which to be honest. Is more than he initially thought after he crunched the numbers. He doubts anyone else would be able to survive in these conditions. If there's one thing Osiris dorms taught him is that you can survive anywhere in this world with wits quick enough and your brothers credit card. However that didn't really last forever. Jun didn't think there was anything more difficult than finding an affordable living that doesn't compromise his luxurious taste, until he realised he has to convince people he's worth employing.

People ask for so much. He had no idea that the assholes that run the workplace could be so demanding. They want you to be qualified but apparently the ever-so-lofty PhD in dueling isn't a valid qualification and even if it was they also want you to have experience - the places that don't need experience want you to be young so they don't have to pay you a full wage and to top it off you have to answer every question correctly. That includes the small talk. Don't forget, they also want you to be able to drive because how else are you supposed to be here at 6 and finish at 9 when the first bus in the morning is at 5.59, and forget it altogether if you have anything else going on in your life, because even the most flexible of jobs will knock you back if you have additional commitments.

And so it took him back to Tenjoin. Because who else in this world is his backbone if not Tenjouin Fubuki? Who else will swaddle him in linen cloth and hold him to his bosom like the holy child if not Tenjouin Fubuki? His guiding light. The brother he never had. The harbinger of all knowledge and wisdom this world had to offer-

"I'm glad you have a support system that's so reliable, Manjoume-san, however if we can loop back to the topic? We were talking about the Society of Light."

"Oh. Right."

#asks #kraken rambles #fanfic stuff

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