#I’m poor in game so technically doesn’t matter cause it’ll take me so long to max both of them out

[ladymelissaduthe]

Challenge #1

Alternately Titled: To be a Princess

I actually don’t have wifi right now, but hopefully data can come through for now. I’l probably reupload this with the gdoc format soon hehe 

I actually wanted to post Missy’s RP with Jackson which happens the night before all of this, but I’m not too happy with it right now so SJKNJKDNDK yeah here is the reaction fic for now + the first meeting RP,,, cause it’s technically late... I’M SORRY BSDJKDNKJD Mentions of @safiya-schreave and @felicity-graham HAHAHAHA and features the first meeting with @arin-schreave hehe, thank you guys for some spicy material to work with <3 (2341 words,,, I think)

When I was a little girl, I learned that to be a princess was to have a thousand pairs of shoes. Shoulders back and tummy in, lift the chin and slowly turn your head from side to side.

I would personally like to thank Barbie for being the role model I didn’t think I’d need on a day like today.

Sure, Barbie had Julian, (The superior Ken from a Barbie movie if you asked me), but today, we had a real life princess give us a crash course on… royal life amongst us. It was like Barbie: Princess and the Popstar more than the Princess and the Pauper really. She walked in, and well, it felt like the chatter in the room quieted down once she came in. Princess Safiya.

She seemed nice when she came in, clipboard an all—ah well doesn’t that sight remind me of days I’d be instructing relatives around a rehearsal dinner. She begins to read from a script attached to the clipboard.

“I hope you all had a restful first night in the palace because now our work begins. Today I will begin to instruct you on conduct and protocol, a process that will continue for the duration of your stay. Please know that I will be reporting any missteps on your part to the royal family.” An amused expression ghosts her features before she continues. “I know it sounds harsh, but this isn’t a game to be taken lightly. Someone in this room will be the next princess of Illéa. It is no small task. You must endeavor to elevate yourselves, no matter your previous station. You will become ladies from the ground up. And this very morning, you will receive your first lesson.”

Hm… fair. I nod from my spot in the room, ready as ever to learn. I mean, how hard could it be? The sound of the door opening catches my attention, was another girl late?

Oh… OH.

Well I’ll be damned, that was Felicity Graham.

I thought she was taller.

I focus my attention back to what the princess was saying, only seeing Felicity move through the corner of my eyes until she came right back into my line of sight when she walks over to where Safiya stood, the two seemingly having a hushed conversation the no one probably an ear away could hear. I lift a shoulder up, busying myself and turning my attention to around the room. Guess they needed their privacy.

The set up was simple around here, simple at a glance but most probably high quality and very expensive. The room was mostly decorated like it was straight out of a home décor issue on an old money family. The elongated room was complemented with high-rise curtains tied with golden chords, tables were laid with cloths that were definitely a multi-count. There were centerpiece bouquets at the center of every table: dahlias and veronicas, if I wasn’t mistaken, the accent cloths were pinned to the sides with a lighter tulle? No, more of a sheath with gold weaved into it.

A few months, I decorated a wedding in a location similar to this, a sort of hall in an old building back in Orleans for the governor’s daughter. Except, maybe this has twice the budget…. Or maybe five times the budget. I wonder what was happening with the princess right now?

Oh they’re still talking. Why does the princess give Felicity a look? You know, one of those scary looking faces you shoot at a girl when you both see the same dress on sale and it’s the last one in-stock.

I try to wrack my brain up for anything I knew about them, figuring out why Felicity would be here. Those two were best friends, I know, but I wouldn’t be caught dead in the same room with the girl(s) my ex was replacing me with. Well, ya know, that’s just me. I just needed a refresher on which glass was for water and which one for juice.

“My sister sent someone to replace her. Lucky for us.”

The princess doesn’t seem too happy. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like for your best friend to be your brother’s ex-fiancée. That whole… situation was a big question for the entire country. My circles of other wedding planners whispered reasons why it was called off. Interesting allegations really. Oh their poor wedding planners, they better had a cancellation clause.

“Table manners are very important, and before you can eat in front of the royal family, you must be aware of certain etiquette. The faster we get through this little lesson, the sooner you get to have your breakfasts, so faces forward, please.”

The princess continues onto basic table manners, easy things that my Grammy used to grill me for back when I was little girl. Then again, there was a time when she used to be a Debutante ‘round Midston and her habits never left her.

“If you follow this one, I’ll be disappointed.” Oh so I guess we were allowed to speak with our inside voices. That’s… convenient. I nod along, hearing a snort from Felicity. The princess makes a face before continuing.

“She wanted me to make a final addition about how to address me and the rest of my family.” I should be paying attention to this one. The whole addressing royalty was definitely a new thing to me. The princess proceeds to explain who we call what, all the formalities and whatnot before we’re asked to stand and start with a crash course on curtsies.

“Now, I suppose you’ll be practicing your curtsies. I’ll be walking around if you have any questions. Or to critique.”

A good piece advice my mama gave me rings in my head, Imagine that a string is attached to the top of your head and pulling ya up. Maybe it’ll help me right now. It was something she always told brides during wedding rehearsals so they looked like they just glided down the aisle. I straighten up, imagining a string on the top of my head.

“and don’t forget I’m here to help you.” I hear Felicity say.

Wow, was she really?  

let’s just insert a timeskip here

It took a bit of a while before it was my turn to meet the prince. Not too long, but I suppose the buffet breakfast was a nice consolation. It was lovely that there were some vegan options. I was careful not to eat anything that could have stained the lovely lilac dress that took me literally forever to pick last night.

I was led outside of the room right after I finished some sliced fruits, careful that my lipstick wasn’t ruined from the meal. Someone opened the door for me as I was led into the room.

Alrighty, here we go, Missy. It’s just like meeting a new client. Winning smile, spring in your step, genuine interest. You practiced a couple of questions with yourself last night. It’s just a boy. It’s just a boy. You could do this. Just, try to impress him. No pressure.

There was a sofa, and beside it stood the prince. Oh, he seemed shorter in pictures. I walk towards him, reminding myself to keep my smile on and recall that I needed to dip down in a quick curtsey.

“Hello Lady Melissa. Please have a seat.” The prince greets before motioning to the sofa.

“Good morning, Prince Arin.” I glance over to the sofa before taking a seat, keeping my smile. “Thank you.”

He sits beside me. Up close, the first thing I notice was that his hair looked nice. Was that shallow? I mean… hair care and personal grooming was a good sign, right?

“How is your morning going?”

Compared to last night, I was in a much better mood, but of course I still felt tense. The cameras around wasn’t helping.

“Nothing short of spectacular.” I reply, recalling the answer I practiced in my head. Sometimes, it helps to practice answers. Oh wow, I really was nervous about this, wasn’t I? Shoot. “Woke up, never though I’d see such a great view of the ocean from my room, but there it was,” without knowing it my hands go up, “the sky was orange and glowing.”

I look to him, the memory of the sunrise bringing a genuine smile to my face. “How about you? How has your morning been going?”

“My morning has been fine, thank you.” He smiles at me. “Which province are you from?”

“Proud to be representing Midston. I bet you kind of had a hunch from the accent, but Orleans to be more specific, home to Mardi Gras and the best looking French Quarter in Illéa.”

The prince shakes his head, “Sorry, I honestly hadn’t noticed. But how do you like Angeles so far? It must be different from Midston.” His eyes trail elsewhere. Maybe towards the cameras?

“Well one thing I noticed was that… the buildings here are pretty tall.” I lift a shoulder up. “Don’t see that often where I’m from.” I chuckle before I look to where he looked, and realize that it indeed was a camera he glanced at a couple of seconds ago.

Don’t fix your hair, don’t fix your hair. My hand reaches up to tuck literally nothing back into place. Shoot. Don’t fix yourself around cameras, much less the prince, MISSY.

“It’s just as hot here though,” I add while fanning myself with my hand, “but I don’t know if that’s the weather or I’m just really nervous.”

“Nervous about which part?” the prince seems to watch me, still trying to maintain his smile.

I try to stop fidgeting, letting out a deep breath. “Not might be the same for you but I think meeting a prince for the first time would make you feel the slightest bit of jitters.” An unintentional laugh escapes me, and I try to smile. “Sorry, is it a little too much?”

The prince seems to shake his head, “No, uh… I’m mostly used to it.” He seems to pause for a moment before speaking up. “What do you do in Orleans?”

Without thinking, “Weddings.” I instantly say, “I mean, I plan weddings and debuts.” I start to ramble, “Catering, decorations, invitation, whatever a client wants for their special day, I can make it happen.”

He blows out a breath and nods, “Ah, I see. And how is…” he seems to hesitate at the next word, “wedding planning?”

Someone please, slap me.

Oh dear, it must still be a sensitive topic for him.

I try to give him a comforting smile, “It’s quite lovely, I don’t think I’ve experienced something as magical as someone’s wedding day. I’m just happy to help make the magic happen.” I’m reminded of my conversation with Jackson in the kitchen last night. The happiest business… he called it.

I blink, ah yes… way to rub some salt into a wound. QUICK. Find a way to salvage this. “Debuts are just as fun too. Just as much cake and magic.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He seems to shift slightly, “So you enjoy it?”

“Very much.” I reply. He still seems weirded out by it. QUICK. Change the topic. “Are you… a party person, your highness? Or a little more of a party of one kind of person?”

Prince Arin tilts his head, “I’ve enjoyed parties and sometimes I like to be alone. But honestly I don’t mind the chaos.” He then frowns. Why would he be frowning? Is he… one of those extra-introvert types? What did they call those people again? Eh, the only thing I really knew about those kinds of people was that they had a social battery or something like that.

“I think there’s always something to celebrate,” I bobble my head, “but we’ve all got a battery that can only take up so much uh… chaos. Nothing too different.”

He seems to blink in surprise, “That’s a different way of looking at things. It seems like you have a pretty high tolerance.”

Well, that’s one way to put it. I’ve always just been a really social type.

“I believe it’s all about perspective.” I smile, recalling another piece of advice my Grammy always told me. “Just gotta choose how you wanna perceive things instead of accepting them the way you first saw it. I mean, that’s what my Grammy’s always reminded me.”

“So move on with your life?” The prince looks at me curiously.

If only moving on was easy as saying that you were moving on.

“You make moving on sound bad.” I chuckle, recalling how… bad it really could be. “See it more of moving forward. Someone used to tell me , ‘Forward to a tomorrow, completely different from yesterday’. ” I glance to the prince. “I’m still figuring out that last piece of advice out though.”

I don’t know why I still quoted that. Quoted him of all people, but good advice… was good advice.

“And who was that?” Prince Arin asks, I catch him tilting his head to the side, “That sounds like something my mother would say.”

The answer seems to be stuck in my throat, I pause before saying, “That’s a story for another day, your highness.” I try to change the topic. “Your mother sounds very wise though. Are you two very close?”

“We are,” he nods before glancing at his watch. “But I can tell you more about that another day.” Touché, a chuckle escapes me.

Prince Arin stands, “It’s been a pleasure speaking with you this morning, Lady Melissa. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay.”

“Missy, you can call me Missy.” I follow and stand up, dipping into another curtsy. “Have a nice day ahead of you, your Highness.” I give him one last smile, seeing him nod and take it as my cue to turn and leave.

Someone please tell me that was a good first impression.

#selectionoc #selection oc #selectionoc6 #missy duthe #missy fics #((yes i'm ambiguous for reasons)) #((guys I swear I have a backlog of like three RPs to finish writing but its worth it I promise)) #((welcome to Missys panicky internal monologue)) #((missy is me when I meet new people)) #((let's go Libra placements))

[ichirostitties]

welcome!! can i please get some uhhhhh pining/confession hcs for ichiro, doppo, and dice? 👀

HEY GUYS IT’S BEEN A HOT MINUTE i should be able to update more frequently now!! work b like kickin my ass + i’ve been replying for uni so uwu owo i’m back now alSO oh..THIS RQ WAS LIKE MADE FOR ME!! they’re all good dudes ughh dw i’ll send them all the love

Ichiro

-oh this poor kid. he has no clue what to do, it sort of hit him out of nowhere one day; that he realised he really REALLY liked you, like a lot!! more than a friend (i think ichiro is the type of person who would only really fall for someone he considers a friend first, so u gotta be his friend before u can suck his dick ok)

-he can’t stop thinking about you, especially when he’s reading those light novels of his. he can’t help picturing the two of you in the same situations as the main love interests and he keeps!! blushing and having to stop reading because it makes his heart so soft but he’s so embarrassed 

-every time he sees you he can feel his heart sort of..squeeze or ache in some way, he finds it hard to hold back his feelings because he’s usually so honest and affectionate but he really doesn’t want to ruin your friendship.

-jiro and saburo notice he’s been acting differently recently, he’s been a little more easily distracted and he seems especially jumpy when you come around…honestly they can probably tell what’s up, i think they’d try to get you two alone but they simultaneously facepalm when ichiro still says nothing and just keeps staring at you when you’re not looking (sometimes you notice but you don’t think much of it)

-he would probably imagine some different romantic confession scenario each night. before he goes to sleep he lies there and he imagines various (impossible) ways his confession to you would go. it’s all really cliche but he’s having the time of his life before he goes to sleep and probably dreams about it too

-bruh ichiro is so whipped like.,he’d drop anything to help you if you needed it. he’s such a sweetie and even you notice he’s been doing more to help than usual lately. please remind him to take care of himself, i feel like he needs someone to do that for him sometimes

-it takes time, a lot of longing glances at you and he probably even sighs wistfully while reading manga, but eventually he’ll gather up the courage to tell you how he feels. he’s planned some impossibly elaborate scenario, but one day when you guys are just hanging out on one of his days off playing video games or something (GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME…THIS BITCH Y/N IS OUT HERE LIVING THEIR BEST LIFE) he just sorta..lets it slip that he really likes you. 

-he would definitely only ever say it in person. he thinks that doing it via message/text is sort of an easy way out and what sort of person would he be if he did that?? he’s gotta gather up the courage just like his favourite main characters have done so many times!!

-so he’d tell you, and if you accept him he’d be SO HAPPY i think he’d almost cry. he’d give you the biggest, softest hug ever and you’d probably have to tell him to stop squeezing so hard but!!! aah!! he’s so so happy that you return his feelings and he doesn’t even care that you guys technically wasted time with all the moments he couldn’t bring himself to say anything

-and as a zombie kills him in minecraft in the background, ichiro can feel that ache in his chest finally subside as he leans in to give you a big ol smooch right on the lips (mwah ily too ichiro)

Daisu

-ok. this one made me a little emo ngl

-when dice finds out he has feelings for you, he really doesn’t know what else to do. there’s evidence that he actually doesn’t think that highly of himself (..im lookin at you hypmic manga + stella lyric video), so he would probably be content to be around you in any way, even if it isn’t romantic, because he’s just so happy and kind of astounded you want to be around him as much as you do at all

-he isn’t very obviously like this, though, it’s just thoughts he has sometimes so you don’t notice anything, but they’re still there. he doesn’t think you’d want to date someone like him, after all, he’s a bit of a screw-up, right?(NO HE ISNT..DICE IS BABEY) he’s only 20, and yet he’s already made so many bad decisions…

-and he finds himself enjoying your company even more than usual, he really does love you so much and he isn’t used to feeling this way! his chest hurts when he thinks about you, and he just sees your hand and wants to hoLD IT SO BADLY but he can’t bring himself to say anything

-he’s always been a little clingy towards people who are kind to him, but you notice he’s been like that even more than usual. he doesn’t even beg money from you like usual, he’s just…there, a lot. not that you mind, in fact you welcome his company, you just notice that difference

-he stays with you a lot, and you guys still have just as much fun together as you always did! he’s great to be around, he’s really lighthearted even if he gets riled up easily, and maybe you start to notice this light, fluttery feeling when he’s around too..but you brush it off as just general enjoyment of his presence

-it’s one day, after he’s had a particular lucky streak down at the slot machines, that he feels that wave of dopamine hit and just rushes to your place, excited at all his winnings, and accidentally-on-purpose (he’s aware of what he’s doing, he just can’t really control his mouth lol) tells you how he feels in a big rush of excitement (probably like “AND I THINK I WON CAUSE I’VE BEEN AROUND YOU A LOT!! YOU’RE LIKE MY LUCKY CHARM!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH Y/N!!”

-you’re like “uhh..ok what?? bruh moment” as he keeps going, then he realises what he said and COMPLETELY STOPS, he’s speechless for a good few seconds, before he turns pretty red and starts pacing around the room ranting about how it wasn’t supposed to go like that!!! he wasn’t supposed to say anything because there’s no way you’d wanna be with someone like him!!

-and then you go over to him to calm him down, take his hand in yours and assure him that actually, you do want to be with him. you tell him you’ve liked him for a while now too, but you’d only figured it out recently, and he’s just so shocked that his brain stops working for a moment and he looks like “…” but as a person

-and then he gets the biggest, cheesiest dice-grin on his face and gives you a BIG BIG BONE-CRUSHING HUG, spins you around, and says he loves you over and over while you laugh and cry simultaneously because you think he’s about to snap your spine

-after that’s over, you tell him that he shouldn’t think of himself as trash or anything; sure he’s like the definition of bad decisions, but you don’t care because he’s an honest, kind person whose company you genuinely enjoy, and even if he gambled all his clothes and everything else he owns away, you’d still wanna be with him because you feel the same, you love him

-he’s so happy! he feels luckier than he ever has in his entire life, his day has gone so well and he has the best sleep (by your side, ofc) he’s had in a long time

Doppo

-a nervous wreck..you think he’s bad normally?? he’s 100 times worse now that he’s realised he likes you in a romantic way

-he’s REALLY OBVIOUS!! poor man :^( he stutters while he’s talking to you (more than usual), he blushes BRIGHT RED when asking you anything, he’s fidgeting SO MUCH like his hands are shaking (knees weak palms sweaty mom’s spaghetti), and sometimes he can’t even bring himself to greet you when he sees you because he’s just too afraid of screwing up and making you hate him (as if you could ever..doppo is amazing)

-everyone within a mile radius can tell how he feels. hifumi almost tells you himself before doppo smacks him straight across the face and tells him to shut the hell his mouth before apologizing profusely to you and dragging mr hifoomi away for a severe talking to about Social Boundaries (then apologizes for giving him the smack and pats him on the head. i love their friendship)

-he’d go out of his way to see you at least once a day, even if he can’t always bring himself to talk to you and even if it means he gets home a little later than usual. he feels horribly creepy just watching you, but his heart is fluttering so much and his chest is aching so badly he can’t do much more than that, no matter how much he wants to go over to you

-he will NEVER confess purposely. his self esteem is so cripplingly low he’s convinced you don’t even like him that much anyway, let alone return his feelings, and he thinks him confessing would just make you despise him, so he never says anything and just remains stuck in this horrible loop

-one day, however, he’s had the shittiest day in a while (at least, it stands out compared to others), and you invite him over for dinner (it’s been a while, after all!). he thinks, why not? how could this day get any worse? at least he’ll get to see you, even if he makes a big fool of himself and you end up hating him. at least it’ll all be over in one day

-you’re actually a little nervous yourself. you really like doppo, and you had plans to say something to him yourself this evening. you didn’t want to give him a nervous breakdown, however, so you had this whole thing planned out where you’d give him the most relaxing dinner possible so he’d at least be in a relatively normal state of mind so you could tell him your feelings

-well!! spoiler alert, it doesn’t end up like that. doppo, more anxious than usual, keeps slipping over his words and keeps muttering under his breath, and you can only seem to calm him for a max of 5 minutes at a time before he’s at it again. you manage to get through dinner fine, in fact it’s really pleasant, but after that he doesn’t know what to do and ends up biting his nails on your couch while you tidy up

-he says it accidentally. he didn’t mean for you to hear it, but he says that he loves you and you almost drop the plate you’re holding in shock because!! no way! he feels the same? and you turn around and he’s got this absolutely devastated look on his face because he’s convinced he’s just ruined your entire relationship

-you rush over to him before he can start apologizing and self-deprecating again (he gets a few out before you reach him) and you pull him up off the couch and into your arms because boy does he look like he needs a hug right now. you stroke his hair and reassure him that you feel the same! in fact, you were planning on confessing to him yourself at some point tonight, but he beat you to it! you congratulate him on being brave enough to say it aloud, even if it was an accident

-doppo’s in shock. he doesn’t know what to say, but he loves the feeling of your hand stroking his hair and leans into it, unable to believe his luck. he probably starts crying as soon as his emotions catch up to him because he’s SO RELIEVED, that was so stressful for him, and he’s not sure if he’s felt this happy in a long time

-he calls hifumi and tells him he’ll be out for the night, before he decides to stay over at your place for the night (screw work, he’ll call in sick) and maybe talk to you about nice things while he falls asleep. he’s wanted this for so long and you’re more than happy to have him over to talk things out properly (and also try to lift his spirits a little. poor man needs a break)

-and now u guys r dating and it’s wholesome and pleASE GIVE HIM ALL UR LOVE HE NEEDS IT!! 

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #ichiro yamada #dice arisugawa #doppo kannonzaka #GOD THEYRE SO CUTE #my heart.. #i wanna hold ichiro's hand SO BADLY but #also dice's and doppo's #aaaaahh #ichiro pls let me play minecraft with you #BIG LOVE TO ALL 3 OF THEM

[a-fangirl-universe]

Here comes my final review for Game of Thrones

Some context first, even if by being around the internet I knew a lot of things about the show I only started to watch it at the beginning of this year which explain that my opinion is probably not the same as the one I could have if I started to watch it years ago. Honestly right now I wish I’ve started years ago instead of waiting just because I thought that being spoiled for some events would ruin the experience for me. No matter what my opinion on this final episode is or even about this final season I loved it, I loved watching it, I loved the world loving it and the first seven season were some of the greatest seasons ever and the first six a true work of art and this show change tv and shows forever it’ll always be the most popular show of this past few years and trying to take it’s place will be hard because I think nothing will be quite as Game of Thrones when it comes to tv show like I think that no book will ever have the same impact as the Harry Potter series had all those years ago.

Now here comes my review. I stan Daenerys a lot, she was one of the character that made me curious about the series and one of the reason why I started to watch it. In this review I’ll try to stay as neutral as possible separating my opinion as a Dany fan from my opinion as a fan of the show in general.

I’m a bit disappointed by this finale, it’s seem a bit underwhelming you know ? I expected so much, maybe too much, but at least not that. It was a surprise that’s a good thing but a twist no one was coming and which doesn’t make a lot of sens in my opinion. I expected more, I expected more conflict for the throne and a different ending for some of the characters (and not only Dany). As usual the visual, cinematography, pictures and music never disappoint like the actors never disappoint either. All of them are so good and talented and they all deserve more awards. Please give Emilia her Emmy this year thank you ! The all cast deserve to rule over the Emmy this year honestly at least for being in this show which change the culture forever. The ending as a all would probably be more satisfying if we had more episode. If this season was 10 episodes long instead of 6 maybe it would make more sense.

Now into the details

- Bran ?????? Like why ???? He has the best story ??? I’m sorry but Sansa, Arya and Jon disagree (even Daenerys disagree before they made her the villain) I’m sorry but it was so unexpected and he knew it would happened. So it means that he knew that all the King’s Landing would be burn to the ground and that people would die but he didn’t thought it would be a good idea to warm someone. Telling Sansa or Arya to seems more welcoming to Dany, tell Jon that he should be careful and not send armies to King’s Landing right away. Tell Daenerys that she should never forget her first goal, protect the innocent and break the wheel. But now he didn’t say anything and now he’s king and maybe I would be a good king you know I got the bigger picture but still it’s a bit underwhelming, he spend several season saying that he’s not Bran anymore, that he’s not human anymore that he doesn’t want to be lord but suddenly he wants to be king. It’s not even a bad idea technically but why not build it up better. He’s the Stark we never really knew, the one that it’s hard to cheer on because he seems so far from everything. Now all of the sudden everyone think he’s fit to be king. Once again we needed more build up for that.

- Jon... So he’s back to the start. Highlight he got to pet Ghost. You mean there were all this plot about him being the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, that Daenerys’s advisors betrayed her because they fought he should be on the throne and no one even speak his name during the lord meeting ? Like why make him a Targaryen then if his last name doesn’t count. I get why I can’t be king, why he doesn’t want to but, he killed the woman he loved, he betrayed her it’s just weird that this character journey end the same way it’s started. Especially because the Unsullied leave Westeros like the Dothraki army don’t stay in Westeros. And Grey Worm should realize that his queen didn’t do the right thing by burning the city. So it was a let down for this character.

- Arya leaves. I feel conflicted about this. On one hand it’s totally in character, she doesn’t want to be a lady, she wants to explore the world and be more that what her statut could let her. But on the other hand it’s weird she leaves her home so fast, that she doesn’t even stay for her sister coronation or something like that. And what was the point of her romance with Gendry, she left Westeros, he’s now lord, they probably will never see each other again. And did this romance bring something to her character ? No it made her seem cold and harsh toward someone she was supposed to love. I’m actually happy about her exploring the world but in my opinion they could have done it differently, to make it more impactful. But you know it wasn't out of character at least that’s that.

- I’m actually glad that Grey Worm is going to Naath. I felt it could be an possible end for him but I’m glad he’s gonna do it. He couldn’t stay in Westeros, he lost everything to this country, the love of his life and his queen who he placed all his hopes in. I’m just sad he’s so hard and unforgiving in this episode I get it but we could see a bit more dimension to his feelings.

- Tyrion is actually quite lucky. He survive, he ends up being the hand of the king. He’s the last of the Lannister. We see how broken he is by the ruin of King’s Landing and how he feels betrayed by Dany behavior. But maybe he could have done something, not at the end but before that to try to stop her hunger for power. But he’s still one of my favorite character and I’m glad he’s alive and well.

- And here comes my heartbreak : Daenerys ending, not only her death because it seems there was no other options but her ending in general. Her speech to her army is a bit over the top. She won, she had the throne that’s all she ever wanted she should try to rule even if she doesn’t realize she made a huge mistake by killing all these innocents. It would seems a bit more like her I feel. But now she wants to keep going with war. And she is in the throne room, like in her dream which was expected. Then she has this conversation with Jon, about pulling together and changing the world and building a new one side by side and breaking the wheel. But it doesn’t change that she killed thousands of people and Jon even if he loves her I can’t stand by that. Their final scene is something I’m conflicted with. Honestly I wish we saw her more than a few minutes in this episode, maybe Jon and Dany could have this conversation and Jon hesitate a bit, he sees she can’t change and later they meet again and he kill her then. It would seem more build up, because technically Dany speech in this scene was quite innocent and peaceful, with hope laced in it and killing her at this moment seems a bit harsh. But it also showed that deep down she’s still this hopeful girl who dream about making the world a better place seasons ago. Her death was heartbreaking, I mean I cried a lot, she dies, killed but the only person she still trusted. Probably the only person Drogon would have let pass. Her death seemed a mirror of Ygritte’s one. Dying in the arms of the man they both love (maybe Jon shouldn’t have any girlfriend it never ends well for them). We see Jon heartbreak, the only time since he learn that she’s his aunt that we saw he still loved her a lot and that we feel he’s gonna regret it all his life and that’s he’s gonna live with the guilt of killing the woman he loved. One of the best scene in this episode was Dragon discovering Dany is dead. How he tried to wake her up, his cries (poor baby dragon lost his brothers and his mother let me hug him please). The worst his we know all of the characters, even Jon will move on, but not Dragon he lost his mother and he has no one (I cried a lot during this scene). When he started to burn the Iron Throne it was beautiful, like he understood that what killed his mother was not Jon, but the throne. Because by the end her want for the throne killed her and seeing one of her children destroying the thing that caused her end was really beautiful. I wished we saw her in the final montage or at least Dragon and that she was mentioned a bit more in the rest of this episode. It’s like she’s erased from the memories

- Let’s end with my favorite thing of this episode : Sansa being Queen in the North !!!! She deserved it so much !!! After everything she went through she deserve it, she deserve the respect of the North and their allegiance. She deserve everything and I’m glad she got her happy ending. I’m glad she’s that powerful and she gonna be a great Queen, fair and juste and her coronation was one of the most beautiful scene in the episode. The final montage was beautiful and honestly I cried then too, because it really felt like the ending.

I still feel like the show and characters deserve better. Daenerys is one of the most iconic female character in fiction and she deserved better than this. For me a bittersweet ending would have been her fleeing Westeros, leaving her homeland, the promise of the throne and the man she loves behind in exchange for her live. Jon deserve a better ending too. They were the two leads and by the end it felt like all the time we spend with them wasn’t that important. The Starks survive and for that at least I’m grateful and Sansa got what she deserve : a throne. But in my head Sansa and Dany were both supposed to be the better part of Cersei. Sansa being smart and kind manipulative, always ready to scheme for what she thought was the right thing, but unless Cersei never putting her interest before everyone else and being a lot more patient and never underestimating her ennemies. And Dany was supposed to be the ambitious princess who wants to be queen and who know that it’s her birthright to reign but never be cruel to her people and toward innocents and always trying to learn from her mistakes. They were supposed to be the proof that women can be ambitious without being villain. At least Sansa has achieve that and I always said that she should be Queen in the North.

I hope Brienne put her name in the book after writing Jamie’s story. She deserve all the recognition she can have.

Finally I want to thank the actors and the crew who puts so much time and energy in this show. You did a great job and they should be proud of them because the only problems I have with this final season is the way the story is told not the rest. Emilia deserve better than seeing a character she loves so much and who gave her strength end up like that. In my head Daenerys will stay the woman she was until the final two episodes.

Thank You Game of Thrones for doing what you did. No matter the end it was a great experiencing this phenomenon with the rest of the world.

And now our watch has ended

#game of thrones #game of thrones final episode #now our watch has ended #bran stark #arya stark #sansa stark #brienne of tarth #tyrion lannister #grey worm #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #drogon #sansa stans #daenerys stan #the mother of dragons deserve better #got #emilia clarke #kit harrington #sophie turner #maisie williams #peter dinklage #got cast #thankyou

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Random list of still WIP npc charries I need to make for this game, yo

* Mayor Grandma The Ultimate

Not actually anyone’s grandma but like... Everyone’s Grandma. That whole ‘village elder as a goddamn force of nature’ kind of character. She’s the Big Good. She’s this tiny unassuming gran who had a history as a legendary hero and is now the super amazing mayor who can solve goddamn anything and defeat any threat against the village and just... HOLDS US ALL WITH HER GRUMPY LOVE I’m imagining her like the protagonist’s gran in The Wee Free Men, or Granny Weatherwax from other discworld books, or the grandma from Summer Wars, or the grandma from Jade Cocoon 1 who even turned out to be literally the deity of badass grandmas who came down into mortal form to slap the shit out of some fools. (The “grim midwife of life and death” is a really fucking badass title)

Anyway she isn’t actually technically the ‘mayor’, she’s just like.. village elder under old country rules, but Regis is the duke that was sent down to Officially be ruler of this province. Officially. It’s just that absolutely everyone knows that the duke is just a figurehead and Ancient Powerful Gran Of The Old Ways is the real power behind this well-oiled machine of a town. Even Regis knows, lol! The previous duke was a total asshole that got served a slice of humble pie by gran and they were fighting at every turn, but now Regis and Mortimer are the Comparatively Less Stuck Up Noblefolks and the town is better off for it. Still, even if Regis isn’t evil like his brother, he’s still a bit foppish and occasionally stupid about what it actually takes to run a town. So they do come into conflict sometimes, but mostly its like BFFs quarrelling instead of the old Shephard Grandma Brings The Wrath of The Heavens Upon Rich Man No Matter How Many Rich Man Guards He Has, Seriously We Found One Of Them Upside Down On Top Of The Roof How Did That Even Happen

And then also i think that she might have a larger role in Blair’s plot cos Blair is kinda like the new Village Hero In Training. But she’s INTENSELY reluctant about it! Not cos she doesn’t like being buff as fuck and punching through walls, but because she doesn’t think she could ever be better than supergran. Cos like.. “yeah I’ve got the muscles but I don’t have the brains, how could I ever cope without you?” She gets really fucking sad at the very idea that supergran might be retiring, and like.. might die someday. So it’s someone who’s clearly qualified for the role repeatedly rejecting it and bringing up more and more perfectionist excuses why she isn’t ready yet, just because she cares so much for her mentor figure and wishes she could fight the tide of time. And that’s how Blair became the Miss Perfect rival type character, and why she’s so humble and oblivious of her own strengths. Also I think this same plot would have links to mortimer and sorrel too, because there was An Event that happened 15 years ago that was what caused mayorgran to start feeling as if she’d hit her limits and the town needs a new Hero. Apparantly ~something~ happened that was like.. the one time mayorgran ever found a problem she couldn’t solve. And also at that time mortimer and sorrel used to be childhood friends, since they’re cousins, but suddenly sorrel’s mum fell in status amoung the noble family and there was a huge upheaval of the town’s status quo. What exactly is this mystery...?

ALSO! she must have a big hat i just want her to have a really big hat (mayorgran, not sorrel, she’s fine with her medium hat)

* Sorrel’s mum

(and Regis’s sister and Morty’s aunt. It IS cousins when someone’s the son of your mum’s sibling, right? I can’t remember all the rules for first removed and stuff...)

Generic Mom. She’s just so NICE! Isn’t she nice? Don’t you agree? For some reason she had a falling out with Duke Regis in the past, and now she lives in comparative poverty and like.. no press statement has ever been released on WHY this happened, and everyone’s become rather distrustful of Regis because of it. What exactly is going on?

I kinda wanted to leave it vague at just this, cos you can’t exactly talk about her at all without spoiers. So yeah the next paragraph is gonna not reveal exactly what happened in that backstory, but it’ll talk about this character’s personality and what it.. actually is, I guess..??

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A kind of over the top cloyingly “nice” person who really isn’t. A bit of Umbridge and a bit of an overbearing soccer mom. Like.. at first you’ll be wondering ‘why is Sorrel so self hatey when her mom is so nice to her’ but then it becomes clear that’s not what’s really happening. Mom only supports when you act how she wants you to, its a classic ‘living through your children’ situation where she pushes her kid way too far to achieve some goals they never wanted in the first place. And she’s a bit of a moral crusader, like she’s just.. SO convinced that she is ‘nice’, and that if she just acts ‘polite’ and ‘mumsy’ and cute and harmless and follows all the feminine stereotypes it balances out any horribly not nice things she does. Because she’s ‘not that kind of person’. Anything she does is good because she’s good, yknow? And anything Sorrel does is bad if it shows any sort of personality outside of what her mum has so kindly picked out for her, I mean why would you be so selfish, seriously! She kinda always lives like that, seething with resentment and selfish desire and looking for excuses she can use to paint someone as Bad so she is Justified in feeling superior to them and/or ruining their life. And her Nice facade covers up a lot of rather bigoted attitudes she holds, in addition to all the abusiveness. Ones that can be far more insidious cos she delivers them in such a Nice way and appeals to Logic and Compromise and oh but You Know, Everyone Knows, Isn’t It Just Natural And Biological, look at them getting Emotional. She’s very much the archetypical horrid nobleman that we were all so grateful that Regis wasn’t. Except she’s also way more devious and able to hide it beneath a relateable facade, so she can get these stupid naive townsfolk to do stuff that only makes life harder for themselves for the sake of like.. mythical trickle-down benefits that don’t actually exist. And oh, Sorrel, you know you could pass so well for a good Narcian lady if you dyed your hair, you know? Not like Regis’s filthy child. (She says, even though she also married a foreigner, just one from a majority white country...)

Basically she’s just gonna be a detestable monster, and the only pure evil person in the plot. And even more evil because she does such a good job hiding it, and has been able to spread her toxic influence to so many victims undetected for so long. Cos seriously, the story starts off with her being treated as a martyr and people clamouring to replace Regis with her, and it’s just gonna be So Damn Uncomfortable in retrospect when you do a second playthrough and see even Sorrel’s friends completely oblivious to her mum’s evilness. (″Friends? Honey, you don’t HAVE friends. Well, who do you need except little old me?”)

Also I was thinking randomly as a subplot there could be a thing that her mum was in charge of the town library once, and her planned renovations fell through and now the town doesn’t have a library at all, just this big abandoned building and The Enduring Shame. It’d be a good example of how she handles things, cos this is an Enduring Shame for Sorrel and not her. from Sorrel’s perspective she thinks that her mother trusted her with a big responsibility and she fucked it up and thus deserves the scorn. But really her mum just threw a sinking ship at her so she could take the blame, and then was all like “OH THE POOR GIRL IT WAS JUST TOO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY, PLEASE DON’T BLAME HER”. Spreading all these negative rumours to encourage Sorrel to never try and be independant ever again, but in a sneaky reverse psychology way so she could still look like a loving mother. But anyway this is how Sorrel ended up running a Secret Underground Library, her one form of rebellion against her mother’s control. She rescued as many books as she could when the library went under, and now she keeps them all crammed in her room and tries to spread them around without leaving any threads back to her. Cos she knows that her mum is super trusted, and that even good people can’t be trusted to keep secrets from her, and nobody would believe her if she tried to explain why it needs to be secret. So instead she just plays it off as if she’s just another person receiving books from the ghost library, and she’s totally searching for an answer to this mystery too, honest! It’d be a sign that you reached high friendship level with her when she’s like.. able to believe that you’d believe her if she told you her mum abuses her. And the first step of that is ‘hey remember that library we were questing for? its literally under my bed.’ Welcomes you to the secret trapdoor book heaven and you have a strangely romantic evening going OOOOMG FIRST EDITION TOLKEINS (or whatever the equivelant is in this universe XD) But it probably still takes her a while after that to open up about exactly why the library has to be secret, and to come to terms with the fact that she really doesn’t deserve how her mother treats her. So I’d definately give you an opportunity here to Fuck Up Massively by telling the mum about the library, yup. Gotta torment the player every now and again! XD ...but I mean if you’re reading this you know all the spoilrs so you’ll be fine, lol

* Quincy’s grandma (or possibly grand aunt?)

A stern and super professional businesswoman who has a bit of a quarrel with him over how exactly to balance profit vs like.. morality. She’s not a BAD person, her business isn’t so profit-heavy that its like all the actual atrocities you see in mega corporations nowadays. But she’s very distant from her customer base and also from what it’s even like to be poor. And she doesn’t believe that such minor things to improve the shopping experience would like.. actually change anything. What is ‘brand loyalty’?! What is this principle that if people are able to live more comfortably they’ll be able to spend more money on luxuries?? She used to be less greedygrump once, but she gets more jaded every year and keeps bumping money higher and higher up her priority list, abandoning things that used to seem important. And similarly she’s become super ‘I don’t need anyone, I’m better off being alone’, and developed this strained relationship with her grand-nephew. I think maybe I could add another layer of sad to this, woo! I think she raised Quincy alone after his parents were Giant Assholes and ran off. Probably stole a bunch of the family money, probably left her with a failing business that they’d ruined with all their selfish decisions over the years, and an angry mob out for blood against the brand name. And Quincy was very sickly as a kid, so she had to work a lot, leading to the distant relationship and obsession with profit. But she’s become so obsessed and paranoid of losing her money even after it became less of a death sentence, and she just keeps working super hard even though now she has time to spend with her family. And she gets scared seeing Quincy grow up cos she remembers how his parents turned into absolute monsters when she used to trust them so much. Being distant is better than getting hurt again... and god damn why does he have his mother’s eyes...

So yeah, they’re a bit estranged, and you can potentially help with that, woo! But mostly during the main game you’ll just hear about her cos everyone is like ‘oh, are you from [grauntie’s brand name]? why don’t you have this thing, she always has it’ and Quincy is like ‘no, this is my own store.. we’re a small business.. but umm, we’re cheaper..’ He’s trying to step out from under her shadow and prove that her philosophy is wrong, so maybe he can bring back the loving grauntie that he remembers from his childhood. i think maybe the ending could be that she turns up to inspect his new shop and they have some sort of merchant showdown and like... even if Quincy loses he still ends up proving her wrong because she sees just how much everyone in this town cares about him and how he’s improved various parts of their life by bringing access to these imported goods and just generally being a supportive community member. Maybe there are some things more important than profit...

Oh and also I think she was the one responsible for helping out Blair and Dionne when they were running from their abusive parents, and that’s why the two of them are the most friendly with Quincy at the start of the game. They hadn’t seen each other since they were kids, and Blair is kinda like I Owe You A Blood Debt, Is There Anyone You Need Me To Stab Grauntie looks back on this as a moment of weakness tho, and that’s why she stopped keeping in touch with them, she’s embarassed she used to be so sentimental. Cos like.. she spent so much money helping set up these girls with their own house and she lost out on a business opportunity (it was a property she originally purchased to turn into a franchise store) She can’t stop thinking about how tight the funds were around that time and how if she messed up she could have lost her own kid for the sake of helping some other kids... But then she turns up in town and its like Oh No I Walked Down The Street By Accident *gets buried in blair hugs* And she can’t stop crying seeing how much they grew up, and then they’re all like “we’ve been trying to send you a cut of the cafe profits for the last seven years!” and she’s like “NOOOOO, KEEP IT” *even more embarassed at doing even more irrational sympathetic actions*

Also possibly she could get a crush on mayor grandma cos they are both grumpy badasses of opposite? Strength gran vs wisdom gran!

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so yeh i made a bunch of grans/demigrans of various kinds, and now I am thankfully satisfied with this story’s gremp quotient

#test game thing #but should i add more grandpas too?? #regis kinda counts as one even though his role in the plot is as a dad #but i mean you could give him grandkids if you pick his son as your love interest route! :3

[burningfairytales]

It’s a chilly night out, but it’s a clear one – the air is crisp and smells of the pine trees that are growing nearby. An abundance of stars decorates the ink black night sky; the pale moon casting enough light to illuminate the surrounding terrain. It’s not a full moon – not yet. Tomorrow, maybe, or the day after. The silence is a comfortable one, caused by their filled bellies and drowsiness, and interrupted only by the crackling fire, and the quiet rustling his bag makes as Prompto puts his camera away. He’s taken a quite few good pictures today - he'll have to be careful, or else his storage will be full before they've made it to Altissia. Gladio half-heartedly hides a yawn behind his hand, and Prompto grins. “Tired, big guy?” “You would be, too, if you’d fight a little harder.” Gladio stretches and crosses his arms behind his head. It’s just banter, Prompto knows, and actually pointless today more than any other time – on their hunt for Garchimacera earlier, it was Gladio that had one of them sneak up from behind, and it was Prompto that had shot the thing before any real damage could be done. A rare enough occasion, really, but of course, because it’s so rare, Prompto plans to rub it in a few more times. “Not fair,” he says – aims for a matter-of-fact tone and lands somewhere between a whine and a pout. “I totally saved your ass earlier.” Noctis, who’s stoking the fire, snorts at that, and Gladio laughs, loud and boisterous. “Indeed,” Ignis agrees. “Though, in reply to your previous question, perhaps it would be wise to turn in for the night.” Prompto, too, stretches. He’s not that tired yet - and, contrary to Gladio’s opinion, that is not for lack of fighting. His muscles still hurt from that fight, thank you very much - and he’s a minute away from suggesting taking the first shift of guarding their campsite. But then, he thinks, as his glance wanders over to where Noctis is still playing with the fire, their esteemed prince is hard enough to get out of bed in the mornings. Prompto decidedly does not want to be the poor idiot who gets stuck waking him up in the middle of the night for his shift. Apparently, neither do the Ignis and Gladio, because they, too, are looking at him. Noctis, who seems to notice the three sets of eyes on him with the speed of a King’s Knight I loading screen – that is to say, with no speed at all – looks up and groans. Such a dignified royal, Prompto thinks with affection. “You’re making me take first shift again, aren’t you.” It’s – yeah. It’s not really a question. “Well, Noct,” Ignis begins, in his diplomat’s voice. Noctis’ eyebrow twitches. “For the sake of everyone’s safety – yes.” “Dude. The last time I tried to wake you, I thought you were gonna summon your sword on me.” It was a traumatising experience. If he hadn’t known Noctis any better, he would have been sure of his imminent death. As it was, he had known Noctis better. And that meant he could be absolutely certain that his best friend completely lacked the ability to do anything that required movement before breakfast. Well – anything other than rolling over and falling right back asleep. Gladio gets up and pats Noctis’ shoulder in passing – a gesture that might have been apologetic had it come from anyone other than, well, Gladio. “I’ll take second,” He says, smirking, then adds,“g’night!” and disappears in the tent. “Alright.” Ignis gets up. Adjusts his glasses. “Prompto? Shall I take third, or would you rather?” “I’m fine with either, really.” Prompto shrugs. “Go on, then. If I take last shift, it’ll gives me the chance to take some good shots of the sunrise.” “You’re supposed to be guarding the camp, not taking photos of the sky, you know,” Noctis grumbles behind him. Prompto decidedly ignores him. So does Ignis. “Then it’s settled.” He nods once, to himself. “But even as you appear not quite ready to go to sleep, I would suggest not staying up too late. We all need to be awake and alert tomorrow.” Prompto salutes him. “You got it.” Then Ignis, too, disappears in the tent. With just the two of them left sitting by the fire, Prompto shuffles a few feet closer to Noctis. “Hey buddy. Mind if I join you?” Finally having abandoned the stick, Noctis leans back and glances over. “’Course not. But aren’t you going to sleep?” “Nah. Not that tired yet.” They fall into comfortable silence. In front of them, a spark lands on the stick and it catches fire. Using his foot, Noctis moves it out of reach. Prompto hums contently. It is a nice night. They’ve been so busy; between fighting for their lives and looking for tombs and hiding from the empire, there hasn’t been a chance for them to actually catch their breath. Beside him, Noctis lets himself drop backwards until he his back hits the floor. Over his shoulder, Prompto watches him. Watches him breathe; the steady rise and fall a comfort. Watches the worry lines on his face smooth out as he gazes up at the stars. He looks relaxed. At ease. Lately, he’s had an air of unease around him, frown seemingly etched onto his face permanently, and shoulders hunched almost if caving under the weight of responsibilities put there much too early. Not that Prompto blames him. It’s a lot. It’s too much. He wouldn’t wish it on anyone, least of all him. Now he looks – younger. More like the boy Prompto knows; the one who spent his time lying on the couch playing video games with him. With whom he used to fight over the last slice of pizza. (They’re too young, Prompto catches himself thinking. All of them, and Noct especially. Prince or no, he should be playing games at the arcade and getting fries at the diner down the street from there. He shouldn’t have to carry so much. It’s a dangerous thought. Ignis would tell him, it is what it is. Thinking about what isn’t will only bring misery. But still. Still.) “What?” Noctis asks. He’s no longer looking at the sky; instead, his eyes rest on Prompto. “Did I get food on my face?” “You wish,” Prompto says. “I think that was the last of our supplies, too. If we don’t find anything edible tomorrow, we’ll go hungry.” “As if Specs’d let that happen.” “True. Prompto stretches, and then lets himself fall down next to Noctis with a soft thud. “What’s up?” Noctis asks. “Just thinking about how Iggy’s gonna have an aneurism when he finds out the crown prince is lying in the dirt, when there's a perfectly good camping chair right over there.” He gestures vaguely, without really looking to see if he's actually pointing at it. “Like that’s the worst I’ve done on this trip.” He snorts. “And I guess, technically I’m the king now. What’s he gonna do about it?” And – oh. Prompto really didn’t think about that one, did he? He bites his lip and worries, for a moment, that he’s ruined the mood. It hasn’t been that long, after all, that they stood on the steps of the Citadel and bid the king – former king now? – goodbye. Even less time since they heard about his passing. But Noctis looks at him and grins a little, and yeah, Prompto isn’t that good at walking on eggshells anyway. “Shit, really?” he exclaims. “Don’t you, like, have to be officially crowned or something?” “There is a ceremony for it, but it’s more of a formality at this point. As it is, I guess I am the acting king.” Prompto hadn’t known that. It’s weird, kind of, how they’ve been friends for over five years; how he’s become part of his Crownsguard without a second thought, and he still doesn’t know so much about that part of Noctis’ life. Compared to everything else, it’s just never seemed that important. “Uh, damn,” he says, eloquently. If about nothing else, Ignis would have an aneurism over this conversation. “I sure hope I didn’t, like, offend you, your majesty. Far be it from me to insult your royal ass.” “Oh, shut up.” Noctis punches his arm playfully. Prompto reaches back and shoves him. It doesn’t have the desired effect – or, any effect, really. The angle is awkward and they’re both lying on the ground, but Prompto thinks it’s the thought that counts. Obviously, his current foe disagrees. “That was pathetic.” “Shut up.” So he’s using Noctis’ words against him. So they’re behaving like children. So what. He shoves Noctis again, with about the same result as before – which is none – but then he can’t quite stop himself from laughing after all. Neither can Noctis though, and soon, they're both laughing. Hell, Prompto loves that sound more than anything. More than the soft kweh-ing a happy Chocobo makes. They do try to keep it down, mindful of Ignis and Gladio sleeping in the tent just a few feet away, even if Prompto guesses that Gladio sleeps through anything his brain doesn’t immediately consider a threat, and Ignis wears earplugs, and eventually, their laughter quiets down to more of a soft chuckle. This time, it’s Prompto who turns to look up, but  even though the stars are beautiful, his eyes soon stray to the side again – to Noctis lying there, right next to him – and find that he is already looking back. And it’s like there’s something there, something tangible, lying in that short distance between them, and if Prompto just reached out, then maybe he could touch it, and finally know it for what it was. He doesn’t dare. They’ve touched before, of course, countless of times – Prompto has always been tactile around Noctis, and Noctis has always reciprocated – but this feels different. This feels like skipping close to the edge of a cliff and reaching for a lifeline that might not be there. Another step forward would be one too many, and Prompto, for all that he loves the idea of flying, is deathly scared of falling. (Noctis is looking back though. He notices that. He can’t not notice that.) “Hey,” he murmurs eventually, softly, because the moment feels heavy but he doesn’t quite dare to disturb the quiet. There’s a small smile hiding in the corner of Noctis’ lips as he whispers back, “hey.” Prompto counts that as a win. “You should still have one. A coronation. When all this is over.” Noctis doesn’t reply, but turns slightly, propping his head up on his elbow, and regards him. Which, to anyone fluent in Noctis, means ‘I’m listening.’ “Well, I just think – you’d deserve one? You’ve been raised for it, trained for it, studied for it. Might as well have the celebration to go with it?” “Hm.” Noctis hums noncommittally. “I don’t know. It’s not as grand as you’re making it out to be. There’s a ceremony, and speeches, and drinks and dancing. Like all the other social functions I’ve had to attend. They’re pretty dull.” “Ehhh. You’re partying with the wrong people, man. I bet it’d be a blast if I was there. Hearts would break. Chandeliers would fall. It’d be great.” “So be there.” “Huh?” Prompto turns on his face to face Noctis fully. “Be there,” Noctis repeats. “If we have one. I’d want you there.” “Right.” Prompto chuckles. It is a funny thought – Prompto Argentum in a room full of nobles and important people. He’s sure it’d feel like a game of odd-one-out, if, y’know. The odd-one was glaringly obvious. (For a moment – just a moment – he allows himself to continue that train of thought. For just a moment, he indulges. Noctis, walking down the corridor, about to receive his crown. Cor would be there, of course, and Ignis, and Gladio. Noctis, standing tall with the crown on his head, facing the crowd as he turns to sit on the throne that is rightfully his. Himself, standing next to Noctis, because where else would he be? And Noctis would turn to him, and smile, and – Prompto stops himself there.) “I mean it,” Noctis says. “Ah, but you know. The other guests would not be ready for my dance moves.” An eyebrow raised, Noctis looks at him, amusement written clearly on his face. “Dance moves, huh?” “Yep.” Prompto drags the sound out; puts emphasis on the ‘p’. “They’re amazing.” “Oh?” Noctis pushes away from the ground and into a sitting position. “Let’s see them.” “What? Now?” “Of course. Unless you can’t deliver.” There’s a smirk on Noctis’ lips and Prompto thinks, damn. Thinks, I would do anything for this boy. “You’re on,” he says, as he moves to get up. “Prepare to be amazed.” He starts bobbing his head to imaginary music, and then follows with a combination of dance moves he’s seen in clubs and from music videos; throws his arms wide open and twists and turns in a way he’s not sure doesn’t completely look ridiculous. And because he is the type to go the extra mile, depending on what the reward is, he strikes a pose when he’s done. “Bet you – ah,” He stops to catch his breath. “Bet you didn’t see that coming.” Noctis is staring at him, mouth slightly open in an impressive mix of horror and awe that Prompto is sure he’s picked up from Ignis, and then he seems to come alive – he doubles over; hand pressed to his mouth and body shaking with laughter as he tries to keep even remotely quiet. (And yeah. That reward was worth the extra mile.) “No – “ he gets out when he’s calmed down a little. “No, I did not see that coming.” He snorts; breathes laughter as Prompto joins him on the floor. “Prom. By the Astrals, Prompto. We’ll have to work on that. That was – yeah. We’ll work on that.” “Oh, you’re just jealous.” “That is… not the word I would have used.” The laughter dies down eventually, and Prompto sighs, almost wistfully. ‘We’ll work on that,’ Noctis says. Like it’s a thing that might be happening. Like it’s something more than a pipe dream. Prompto has, since the beginning, known that he would follow him anywhere. He wishes he could share in a moment like that. It’s just – he’s not important like Noctis is. “You’re frowning,” Noctis says, as he nudges him with his foot. “It’s not a good look on you.” “Excuse you. Everything’s a good look on me.” His mouth feels heavy, but he smiles anyway. “That’s debatable.” Noctis nudges him again. “What’s up?” There are lots of things that he could say, of course, because they would be easier than trying to understand, but right then, between the crackling of the fire and the starlight, it feels like there is no room for anything but the truth. “It’s just,” he begins. Smiles. “I do wish I could be there.” “You should be.” And then Noctis is the one frowning. “You will be.” “Noctis. Noct. Buddy.” Prompto’s hand finds the edge of his glove, and he tugs it higher over his wrist. A nervous tic more than a conscious action. “I wouldn’t belong there.” “Why not?” And really, Prompto watns to hug Noct, and kiss his stupid face, because he can be so endearingly naïve. It’s ridiculous, that they call him the clueless one. “Well, you’re –” Prompto makes a vague motion with his hand, gesturing from Noctis’ head to where he’s sitting on the ground. “- that. And I’m, well. Me.” He’s met with an uncomprehending look. “So?” “Oh, Noct.” Prompto laughs, quietly. “There are going to be important people there. I’m not like that. I have no place there.” There’s a moment where Noctis just stares. Then realisation dawns on his face, and his eyes narrow. “Prompto,” he says. “Prom.” And then he leans forward and grabs Prompto’s elbow, and Prompto, who had been toying with the hem of his glove until then, let’s go in surprise. “You are important,” Noctis says, and his eyes burn with something intense as he stares into his eyes. Prompto breathes a nervous laugh. “Noct-“ “No.” His grip tightens infinitesimally. “No, Prompto. Listen. You are important. I trust you with my life. You are my best friend and part of my Crownsguard, and when they crown me, I want you there.” Noctis releases his elbow, but his hand slips down to Prompto’s hand. “I don’t care about anything else. Your place is with me.” And it’s – it’s a lot. Noctis isn’t a big talker. Has never been, not about things like these. His is more a language of actions, one where what he doesn’t say holds as much weight as the words he does speak. For him to say all that – well. The hand holding his wrist squeezes once more and then falls away. “Okay?” Nodding, Prompto takes a shuddering breath and tells himself that now is not a good time for waterworks. If Noctis notices, he doesn’t say anything. Prompto is grateful. “Now that that’s settled,” Noctis leans back. “I was serious about the dancing. Because that was atrocious.” “Shut up,” Prompto aims for a grin. He thinks he manages. “No, it wasn’t.” “Yeah,” Noctis disagrees. “It was.” “Well, sorry, your majesty. Not everyone was taught ballroom dancing since early childhood. For us plebes that’s usually a thing we solely do in, y’know. Clubs.” “Ah.” Prompto ignores his well-that-explains-it voice in favour of grabbing another log and placing it on the fire. Watches as the flames start licking it. It’s gotten colder, but this close to the fire, he doesn’t really feel it. “Okay,” Noctis says, some time later, when the flames have begin dancing on the new piece of wood, breaking off pieces here and there in a complicated step sequence and turning the edges black. “Let’s do it.” “Do what?” Prompto asks, absent-mindedly, still mesmerised by the fire. “Dancing. I’ll teach you.” That gets his attention, and he looks up to see Noctis staring at him. He waits a beat, then two, for the punchline that’s sure to follow. There is none. He waits a moment longer, just to be sure, and when the only thing he receives is an oddly determined look, Prompto sits up straight. It’s a dangerous look, that. It’s the same he wears when he’s taking down a boss in King’s Knight, and the same he wore the day they snuck the Regalia out for a test drive only to crash it not even ten miles out of the city. “Huh?!” The sound is caught somewhere between shrill and perplexed, tone rising an octave towards the end that’s surely undignified. Prompto claps a hand over his own mouth, thinking of Ignis and Gladio, and his next word is more of a harsh whisper. “What!” Noctis doesn’t acknowledge his tone, but he does give a little shrug. “You said it yourself – no one taught you. Let me teach you. Or we can wait until tomorrow, if you’d rather have Ignis do it, but then you’ll also have to live with Gladio’s commentary.” Prompto makes a face. “Yeah, I’d rather not.” “I figured.” It occurs to him belatedly, that he’s not even being given a choice here – either do it now, or do it tomorrow with Ignis. Either way, you’ll learn. He could still say no, of course – Noctis wouldn’t ever make him do something he flat out refuses to do, except maybe make him eat his vegetables when Ignis isn’t looking – not that Prompto is honestly complaining about that one, either. But that’s not what this is about. This is about Prompto fearing that he doesn’t fit in, and Noctis lending a hand.  “Ah, what the hell. “ He shrugs, helplessly. “Why not.” There’s a grin, Prompto sees that; a flash, bright and blue, and then Noctis is right there, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet. And – okay no, warping just isn’t fair when he can’t do it, too. “Not cool, bro,” Prompto complains. “Weren’t you complaining about being tired all day today?” His only response is a laugh, and then Noctis tugs him along, a few feet away from the fire and the tent. “We’re gonna start with the basics,” he says. “Get the steps down. You’ll follow at first, but I’ll teach you to lead, later, when you’ve gotten used to it.” “Okay?” Noctis holds out his free hand, and Prompto places his other one in it, hesitatingly. “Am I not, like, gonna hold onto your shoulder or something?” “Sure,” Noctis says. “Later. But let me teach you the steps first.” He tugs him a little closer, so their arms aren’t completely extended but bent a little bit. “Oh. Yeah.” “Let’s start with a slow waltz. It’s one of the easiest dances. It’s in three-four time, so you have three steps, a pause, and then three more steps, okay?” “Uh-huh.” “Because you’re currently following, you’ll start by stepping back with your left foot, and I’ll step forward with my right.” He does. Prompto’s eyes follow the movement as Noctis’ foot inches closer to his, and he answers by stepping back. Then Noctis steps forward with his other foot, slightly angled to the side, and Prompto mirrors the movement, Finally, he  gives Prompto a small nudge to the side as he moves his right foot next to his left, indicating for Prompto to do the same with his left. “Good!” he approves. “See, it’s not hard at all. Now we’re going to do the same again, except I’ll be the one stepping back with my left foot, and you’ll step forward with your right.” He pulls Prompto with him as he moves back that step, and this time, Prompto finds it easier to move in time with him, knowing which step is going to be the next. When they’re both standing with their feet together again, Noctis says tells him, “It was easier for me, when I learned, to imagine two triangles. That’s how you move: two sets of three steps. He begins moving again, lightly pulling and nudging Prompto along. They’re moving slowly, the steps separate and not flowing together yet – Prompto occasionally confuses which foot he is supposed to be moving, but Noctis never makes fun of him for it. He just pauses and lets him follow in his own time. “See? You’re doing well. It probably took me longer to remember the steps.” “Noct,” Prompto deadpans, “you were, what, six? Five?” But even as he says it, he can’t quite stop the smile blooming on his face. They repeat the set of movements a few more times. Noctis, as it turns out, is a really good teacher – Prompto doesn’t know if that surprises him or not. He’s always had a bit of a short temper when it comes to video games, or his royal duties, but then, on the other hand – he’s Noctis. Noctis, who feeds stray kittens and gets excited over fishing and hugs his pillow when he sleeps. Prompto knows that underneath it all, Noctis is nothing but soft, and kind.  Eventually, Noctis reaches up and places Prompto’s hand on his upper arm. He moves his own to Prompto’s back and pulls him closer, until they’re standing almost chest-to-chest. This close, Prompto can feel Noctis’ breath on his skin. But then they’re moving again, and Prompto stumbles a little, distracted. Noctis hold on him tightens. He says nothing. Even here, away from the fire, Prompto finds the cold doesn’t bother him. It’s warm in Noctis’ arms – Noctis, who hates the heat and never seems to get cold. It’s safe. Noctis smells of the sea, and that scented hair gel he insisted on bringing along – that Prompto sometimes steals from because it smells so much better than his own – and of something so achingly familiar that it makes Prompto almost a little homesick. It reminds him of lazy afternoons in his apartment, and hours spent at the arcade. “See,” Noctis interrupts his thoughts. “We’re even turning with no problem.” He’s right – at some point, Noctis has started angling his steps so that they’re slowly turning in circles. Prompto never even noticed. The triumph over actually slow dancing with no mistakes a short lived one, however, because he recalls the step sequence in his mind, thinks, wait, was it the left or the right foot next? And accidentally steps on Noctis foot. And freezes. “Shit, Noct,” he exclaims. “I’m sorry!” He tries taking a step back, but Noctis holds onto him, grip on his hand tightening ever so slightly. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. You’re doing well.” He smiles. Starts moving again, pulling Prompto with him. “You know, when I was taught how to dance, they told me that more often than not, the person who’s foot is on top is actually in the right.” It’s a sweet attempt at a distraction – Prompto sees it for what it is. But he’s focused on the steps, and not squashing Noctis’ feet under his own. His head is turned down, watching their feet move in concentration. “Hey,” Still directing Prompto’s movements with the hand on his back, he lets go of his hand in favour of lifting his chin up to meet his eyes. “Look at me,” he says. “Stop thinking so much. Just look at me.” That, at least, does the trick. Prompto is looking at Noctis, finds him looking back. He can see his eyelashes flutter together as he blinks – they’re long, really; some people might get jealous – and it strikes him, once again, just how incredibly beautiful his best friend is. Incandescent. Ethereal. The right words have not been invented yet. As it turns out, it’s an easy rhythm to fall into, once you can stop thinking about what your feet are doing. Because Noctis is looking at Prompto, and Prompto is looking at Noctis, tracing the outlines of his face in his mind, committing to memory the way his skin is almost glowing in the fire light, and how his dark eyes seem endless, and that soft smile he’s smiling, and oh. Oh. He was so worried about playing on the edge that never even noticed he’s already falling – has been falling for some time. It’s not an earth-shattering revelation, realising that he’s in love with Noctis. Not like he might have imagined, had it been something he considered, even once. Instead, it’s a quiet moment of yeah, this makes sense – like he’s been working on solving a puzzle and the last piece has finally fallen into place. It feels a bit like opening a door, and a lot like coming home. There’s nothing to be done about it – Noctis is still engaged to be married; they’re still fighting for their lives every day they’re out in the wild. There’s nothing to be done. He can’t exactly stop himself from wanting this moment to last, though. Can’t help noticing that it would only take leaning forward to touch his lips to Noctis’. (And with the way Noctis is looking back, he can’t do anything about the fact, that, just for a moment, he thinks Noctis might want him to.) He doesn’t. Instead, he enjoys Noctis’ warmth. Everything else can wait until tomorrow. There is no room for worries here – this moment is theirs. He settles for leaning his head on Noctis’ shoulder and closes his eyes – which is certainly not customary for ballroom dancing, but society can stuff it. He deserves this, at least. It ends too soon. The fire is burning low, and Noctis says, “it’s probably time to sleep, huh?” Prompto hates that he’s right. Noctis lets go, but his hand lingers on his wrist for a moment; covers the markings hidden underneath leather and cloth and a lifetime of lies. It’s a rather unpleasant reality check. I could tell him, he thinks, suddenly, and for a moment, he’s absolutely certain that Noctis wouldn’t turn him away. The hand feels warm where it touches his skin, anchoring, and the weight on his chest feels light enough to breathe properly. He almost says something. The words are there, a jumbled mess on the tip of his tongue, and if he could just find the way to begin, surely he’d find a way to make sense of them. He opens his mouth, almost says something, almost– But then Noctis squeezes and lets go, and Prompto’s courage leaves him. “Okay, yeah,” he says with a grin that feels too heavy. Maybe tomorrow, he thinks. Probably not. “I should maybe get some sleep, shouldn’t I?” But someday. He vows this to Noctis in silence; vows it on his life and soul and everything he’s ever held dear. Someday he’ll tell him. Someday he’ll prove that he trusts Noctis with his deepest secret; trusts him not to shatter his heart after finding out.  “So,” Noctis asks, “When all this is over?” It takes Prompto a second to realise he’s referring to the coronation. “Yeah,” Prompto promises, and means more than just that. “When all this is over.” “Get some sleep, nerd. And don’t think you’re off the hook. I’ll keep giving you dance lessons, until I think you can hold your own in a ballroom.” It’s meant to sound like a threat. Prompto takes it as a promise. “That’s brutal, dude,” he says, and tells his heart to calm down. “Don’t forget that I can make Gladio wake you up tomorrow.” Noctis snorts. Prompto grabs his bag as he walks over to the tent. Opening the flap, he looks back over his shoulder. “Goodnight, Noct. And thank you.” “Anytime.” There’s more that he could say, probably, but those are secrets for another day. He nods, and enters the tent, climbing over Gladio’s form. Leaving room for Noctis at the far left side, because Noctis doesn’t like sleeping sandwiched between two people, Prompto pulls the blanket over himself. He falls asleep to the memory of warmth on his skin, dreaming of laughter and light.

#final fantasy xv #promptis #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #fanfic #ao3 #double posting because i put effort into this #read it there for italics and stuff

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Stepping Out

Fandom: RWBY Characters: Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long Words: 3608 Description: After a bit of a talk Weiss decides it’s time to let her friends see a bit more of Atlas, and they step out into the city with plans for the day. (Summoner AU, chapter 7. rest of the chapters found here.)

Weiss focused her mind, pushing, twisting, and spreading her energy out. She couldn’t seem to do it. No matter how hard she tried it was like trying to punch a hole in a net with water. Or perhaps more like trying to catch water with a net, she wasn’t sure. Finally deciding to break the connection she came back to her senses, seeing three sets of eyes on her; technically two sets on her and one on a book.

“It’s just not working.” She says. “I thought having you three here, more of a connection, would make it easier. Trying with you here, trying on my own, none of it seems to work.”

“Sorry, Weiss.” Ruby says, “Wish we could help.”

“Don’t worry; you’ll get the hang of it.” Yang says, “Or the Yang of it.”

“I’d rather not if you’re going to put it like that.” Weiss says.

“Everyone’s a critic.” She says.

“No, everyone is critical.” Blake says, “And that’s only because the joke was bad.”

“Oh wow, kitty got claws.” Yang says with a smirk. One that vanishes as Blake glares at her over the book and the whole room dims. “Sorry.” She holds her hands up. “No more of those. Got it. Swear on my heart.”

“Swear on your hair.” Blake says.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me.”

“Right, okay, uh, swear on my hair. No more cat jokes.”

The room returns to normal lighting. “Good.” Blake says. She snaps her book shut and stands up. “I’ll be in the library.” With that she walks out the door.

“Well that was intimidating.” Yang says. “I mean, kinda hot, but intimidating.”

“You think somewhat shapely candlesticks are ‘kinda hot’.” Weiss says.

“Only when the candle is lit.” Yang says with a grin.

“You just gotta be careful around Blake.” Ruby says, “She’s sensitive.”

“So I’ve noticed.” Weiss says, earning a confused look from the two of them.

“You have?” Yang asks, “What happened?”

“I don’t know.” Weiss says, “She mentioned that she’d only had one summoner before, a few days ago. When I asked her about them she just said she didn’t want to talk about it and left. Not just the room either.”

“Huh, that is weird, even for Blake.” Yang says.

“I wonder why she’d do that.” Ruby ponders.

“Bad ending?” Yang asks, “I mean, if they parted on poor terms it would explain it.”

“Well we shouldn’t pry. If she wants to share then she can share.” Ruby says.

“We should still try to get her to tell us though. How else are you supposed to help her if she won’t tell us?” Yang asks. “You know, within reason of course.”

“For once I agree with Ruby, it would only cause trouble and likely send her fleeing. We’ll wait.” Weiss says.

“Ugh, fine. Not like she’s ever gonna talk to us when all she does is spend time in the library though.” Yang says.

“What else do you expect her to do?” Ruby asks, “She likes books and there’s a library. Plus we’re kinda stuck here.”

“Yeah about that.” Yang says, “Hey Ice Queen, think we might get a tour of something other than your bedroom sometime?” She asks, “You’d think a bedroom tour would be fun but this gets a bit dull.”

“I suppose I could plan an outing into the city.” Weiss says, “I’ll have to make a plan, run it by my father, and a few other preparations but I think I could come up with something within a few days.”

“Oh wow no wonder you never leave.” Yang says, “Sheesh that is crazy.”

“Well it might be a bit excessive, but we are a special case as Schnee’s. Why, what do you do when you want to go somewhere?” She asks.

“Well, one, we’re summons.” Yang says, “So going places unexpectedly is kind of a given.”

“And our world works differently than yours. Trips are easier.” Ruby says.

“Third, our Dad isn’t a total jerk.” Yang says.

“Yang!” Weiss says, “Don’t say that. Especially where someone could hear you.”

“Pfft, we’ll be fine.” Yang says, “Besides I’ve heard some stories. If they’re even half true then it sucks for you.”

“You still shouldn’t say it.” Weiss says. “Anyway, I’ll see what I can do. If it’s just a trip out then he shouldn’t be too concerned.”

“Sweet, finally get to see a bit more.” Yang says.

“I wonder what cities in this world are like. I’ve heard stories but it’ll be cooler to see them for real.” Ruby says.

“It’s just a city; I’m not sure what the big deal is.” Weiss says.

“She hasn’t seen it before.” Yang says, “She’s new, remember? For her, all of this world consists of your house.”

“Yeah, and even if it’s big, it’s also kinda small.” Ruby says. “You know, compared to a whole world.”

“Yes, I know.” Weiss says. “Trust me, I know.”

“You get tired of it too, huh?” Yang asks.

“There’s quite the reason we spend most of the time in my room, and it’s not because my house is as large as it is.” Weiss says.

“Yeah, alright, makes sense. So, girls’ night out soon?”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Awesome, let’s go tell Blake.” Yang says.

“Weren’t we giving her space?” Weiss asks.

“Just about the other stuff.” Ruby says, “Now we’re just gonna tell her about getting out.”

“Fine, let’s go.” Weiss says. “You know the way.”

“Right we do!” Ruby says and takes off, marching them towards the library.

…

Ruby hopped from one foot to the other as she looked out the window of the airship. “Ohhh, it’s so pretty. Look at all the buildings.”

“You’ve seen buildings before, Rubes.” Yang says with a small smile.

“Yeah, but that was in our world, these are different.” Ruby says.

“That they are. Soon will be down there with them too.” Yang turns to Weiss, sitting nearby. “How long till then anyway?”

“Not long.” Weiss says, “If you’re bored you could always have waited to be summoned until we arrived. That’s what Blake requested.”

“Oh right, cause we stop thinking about it when we’re in the other world.” Yang says sarcastically. “At least this way we get a good view.”

“I suppose there is an appeal to it.” Weiss says.

“Yep.” Yang says, still not having looked back out. “Buildings aren’t half bad either.” She grins and winks.

Weiss merely rolls her eyes. “More of this? Really?”

“What? I like complimenting my friends.” Yang says, “True too.” She says, finally turning to look outside again.

Weiss sighs and looks at her scroll to pass the time. She had gotten used to the sisters by now, but often they just did their own things. Spending all day with both of them without a break was certainly going to be a test.

Eventually the airship landed and they got off, Ruby leading the way as she skipped out, followed by Yang, and then Weiss taking a much calmer approach. “Sooooo…” Ruby asks, “Where to?”

“There’s a sushi place not far from here that’s pretty good, I was thinking we could stop there for lunch before heading out for the rest of the day.” Weiss answers.

“Oh, good idea. Blake didn’t seem too eager for the trip, sushi will help.”

“Speaking of which, when’s she gonna join us?” Yang asks, looking at Weiss as they walked.

“Time moves slower in your world, it’ll be easier for her if we wait till we’re there.” Weiss says.

“Not always.” Ruby says.

“Excuse me?”

“It doesn’t always go slower. Sometimes it’s faster, sometimes slower, sometimes the same. It varies.”

“It does?” Weiss asks.

“Yep.” Yang says, “One time you may spend ten minutes in there and an hour passes out here, another time it’ll be the other way around.” She explains, “Sometimes it’s both.”

Weiss looks visibly distressed at that moment, her jaw hanging a bit and her brow furrowing. “Wha- both? How is that even possible?”

“The place is all bendy.” Ruby says, “Time and space are the same. They change around.”

“How does time change to run two different ways at the same… time.” She asks, confusing herself.

“Cause people are different.” Ruby says, as if it explained everything, but only earned more confusion from Weiss.

“It’s like this.” Yang says, “You know how some people say things like ‘that felt longer than an hour’ or ‘wow it felt a lot shorter than that’ when things happen?”

“Yes, I suppose so. You mean how when you two play games while I study, it feels shorter for you than for me.” Weiss says.

“Exactly. Well in our world, that actually is true. Like if watches worked and we both wore one, then mine would actually say less time had passed.”

“That… that makes no sense whatsoever. How would a world even work like that?”

“Just does.” Ruby says.

“Your world is ridiculously confusing and nonsensical.” She says, “I suppose that explains a lot about the two of you.”

“Yeah, kinda.” Yang says.

“Oh hey, is this the place?” Ruby asks, pointing at an approaching building.

“Yes, that’s the place.” Weiss says.

“Sweet, I could use some food.” Yang says, grabbing the door and holding it open for them.

“You two find a table, I’ll be right back.” Weiss says, heading off towards the restrooms. She moved through the building and eventually found them. She stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her after making sure it was clear. Then she closed her eyes and focused. It had become a lot easier to do, she could almost do so passively now, but it was still easier to summon when she focused.

Soon enough there was a wisp of darkness in front of her that formed into the shape of a person quickly, and then solidified into Blake, who opened her eyes and looked around. "Where in the world are we?" She asks, "Is this a bathroom?"

"Uh yes, I know summoning is common, but I figured you would be more comfortable if I didn't summon you in front of a dozen people without good reason." Weiss says.

"Well thanks." Blake says, "You really think this was the best choice though?"

"It was the first private place I could find. Why?"

"Yang." Blake says.

Weiss furrows her brow for a moment, and then her eyes go wide as she realizes. She slaps a palm to her forehead and sighs. "Yes of course." She says. "Let's go face that then."

"Right." Blake says as Weiss unlocks the door and they step out. Then she pauses immediately. "Wait is that... Do I smell sushi?" She asks.

"Yes, I thought you might like that." Weiss says. "I've heard it's pretty good. The place I mean, I’ve had sushi before."

"Yeah, I hope so. Smells good at least." Blake says as she starts moving again, spotting Yang and Ruby at a table and heading towards it.

"There you two are." Yang says and grins. "Wow, doing it in a bathroom. I didn't know you had it in you Weiss, how feisty."

"Yes go ahead, make your jokes." Weiss says. "I didn't need to startle anyone with someone suddenly appearing."

"Yeah, I wouldn't like just being summoned and then having a bunch of stranger’s eyes on me either." Ruby says.

"You guys are so picky. If people wanna look for a moment then let them. Doesn't hurt. As long as it's not some creeper gawking at you for a bit I don't see the problem." Yang says.

"Not everyone is as comfortable as you two are with being seen." Blake says, "Some of us prefer to keep to ourselves."

"Honestly I wouldn't mind a bit of privacy." Weiss says, "But being seen comes with the territory. My name is well known so people have a tendency to stare now and then. It's something you get used to."

"Well no one's staring now." Ruby says, "So we can just eat and enjoy our food in peace. Ohhhh they got shrimp that's awesome."

"I guess you like shrimp?" Weiss asks.

"Never had it." Ruby says, "But the stuff on the scroll says it's really good so I kinda wanna try it."

"Oh right, I forgot, food in your world is as odd as the rest of it.”

“You’re missing out.” Blake says with a small smile, “Of all of the foods this world has, seafood is the best.”

“Someone seems happy.” Yang says with a smile of her own.

“What, no pick-up line about my smile this time?” Blake asks.

“Nah not this time.” Yang says, “Just enjoying the moment.”

“Well enjoy while you read.” Weiss says, “You’ll need your order soon.”

“Right.” Yang says, looking over the menu. Pretty soon they had all decided and placed their order. Once it came, rather quickly, they spent more time eating than talking, though Yang did nearly choke on her drink when Blake let out a small moan at the first bite of her food, which kept her from making any jokes about it. Soon enough they finished up and exited, ready to move on with the rest of the day.

“What’s next on the list?” Yang asks. “And you do have a list if I remember right.”

“Next on the itinerary is a trip to Atlas Central.” Weiss answers.

“And what is that?” Ruby asks.

“I’ve heard of it.” Blake says, “Basically the biggest shopping center in the kingdom.”

“Yes, it’s got a bit of everything.” Weiss says. “It originally started as just the city center for important events, but more and more businesses moved in and it eventually changed into what it is now.”

“There’s supposed to be something like it in every kingdom.” Blake says, “Though how it came to be and its purpose in each one is different. In Atlas it’s not only a shopping center, but also where all the important magical and technological achievements are displayed.”

“Quite true.” Weiss says, leading the way towards it. “If you need something new, then Atlas Central likely has it.”

“Sweet, sounds like a good time.” Yang says.

“Hopefully. It’s also a rather large place, so we can do a lot, while still only giving my father a vague idea of where we’ll be going.”

“Sneaky. Go you.” Yang says, nudging her with one arm. “Sticking it to the man.”

“So where are we going first?” Ruby asks.

“We can see when we get there.” Weiss says. “There’s nearly every type of store there, I’m sure something will catch your eye.”

“Oh oh, do they have one of those candy stores? I heard those were a thing.” Ruby asks excitedly.

“Yes, they do.” She raises an eyebrow at her. “You’re not hungry already are you? We literally just ate.”

“No, I’m not.” Ruby says as they kept walking, “Unfortunately. But I might be by the time we get there.”

“Honestly.” Weiss says with a shake of her head, “The three of you are going to eat me out of house and home, aren’t you?”

At this Yang cracks up laughing, putting a hand over her mouth to stifle it a bit. When she does the other three stop to look at her.

“And what is wrong with you? Did I say something funny?” Weiss asks. Yang just nods as she tries to catch her breath.

“You actually did.” Blake says with a grin.

“Hey if your house is where you wanna do it that’s fine by me, happy to help.” Yang says, still laughing.

“What on Remnant are you… Oh my gods.” Weiss says, face palming.

“What? I don’t get it.” Ruby asks, looking between the three of them.

“Good.” Blake says, “It’s an awful joke, as are most that your sister makes.”

“Hey I’m not the one who said it.” Yang says, finally composed.

“You are the one who turned it into a crude and crass joke though.” Weiss says, “It’s a perfectly innocuous phrase.”

“Crude and…” Ruby ponders and then begins to blush. “Oh. I get it now.”

“Look like you got something on your mind there, Rubes.” Yang says.

“Let’s just go to place.” Ruby says.

“Yes, I agree.” Weiss says as she starts walking again, the others following her.

“Oh wow that was a good one.” Yang says with a chuckle.

“It wasn’t even a joke.” Weiss says.

“Depends on who’s looking at it.” Yang says, “Much like beauty, funny is in the eye of the beholder.”

“I hate to admit, but she’s not wrong.” Blake says, “Humor is subjective.”

“Really? I thought it was quite objective.” Weiss says, “The objective of making people laugh.” She gives a weak smile.

“Ha!” Ruby lets out abruptly, “That was bad. That was Yang bad.”

“No, mine are good, that one was actually bad.” Yang says.

“Oh what, so I can’t do it?” Weiss asks. “Why should you but not me?”

“Cause I’m good.” Yang says.

“Well I’m trying. That counts for something.” Weiss says.

“That’s true.” Blake says, “I just wish you were trying for something other than emulating Yang’s bad jokes.”

“You get used to it.” Ruby says, “My dad tells them sometimes too. That’s where Yang gets it, though she’s worse than him now.”

“You’re a strong person to come out of something like that and not want to stab someone.”

“Oh I totally do though.” Ruby says easily. “That’s why I fight Yang. Also cause it’s just like, a lot of fun.”

“Should we be scared of her?” Weiss asks.

“Yeah probably.” Yang says, “She’s super scary sometimes.”

“I am?” Ruby asks, tilting her head. “Awesome.”

“Ruby, you wear a hood, carry a scythe, and just said you sometimes want to stab someone, and that you think fighting is fun. I think that anyone who doesn’t know you should be a bit scared.” Yang says, “Of course, we do know you so we don’t have to be scared.”

“I’m just surprised she considered it a good thing.” Blake says, “I’d have assumed you’d want the opposite.”

“You mean people coming up to me and talking and stuff cause I’m super not scary?” Ruby asks, “Nope. I get like, really nervous around new people. That would be bad. I mean I want people to know I’m nice, but I also don’t wanna have to deal with them too much, you know? Makes me all weird and fidgety.”

“I remember.” Blake says.

“Yeah, you were hiding from her.” Yang says, “It was funny.”

Ruby crosses her arms and pouts. “Hey we all have something okay.” She says. “You get all weird if people mess with your hair.”

“Hey, the hair is important.” Yang says, “People need to know, touch it and die.”

“I’m guessing hair pulling is out of the question for you then?” Blake asks.

“Damn right it-“ Yang starts and then goes wide-eyed. “Oh my gosh did you just?” She grins, “I’m so proud right now.”

“Proud of what?” Weiss asks.

“Wait.” Ruby says, “I know how this goes now. If a joke gets told and I don’t get it, it’s probably dirty. Which means I know what you’re doing… and I just got it.”

“So did I.” Weiss says. “I do not approve.”

“I shouldn’t have gotten that that fast.” Ruby says, “I’ve been hanging out with Yang too much.”

“Hey it wasn’t my joke.” Yang says, “Blake, are you corrupting my little sister?”

“Don’t blame that on me.” Blake says. “She’s your sister. Maybe it’s genetic and just took longer for her.”

“I hope not.” Ruby says, and then begins speaking overly dramatically. “Weiss, Weiss help me! I can feel it. The terrible jokes, the awful one liners!” She clutches at her head, “The ridiculous pick-up lines! And, and, the puns!”

“What in the world are you doing?” Weiss asks, giving her a look like she’d just gone insane.

Blake chuckles a bit and Yang joins in. “Give into it, Ruby!” She says, “Let it out. Don’t fight it! The jokes are glorious and we can revel in it together!”

“I told you this was your fault.” Blake says.

“Please don’t.” Weiss says, “We’ve already got Yang, we don’t need two of you making those bad jokes.”

“Nooo, it’s overwhelming.” Ruby says, putting the back of a hand to her forehead. “I can’t take it!” She wobbles and falls backwards towards Weiss. Rather than catch her Weiss steps to the side as a hand shoots out and grabs Ruby by the hood.

“Hey!” Ruby says, points at Weiss, still being held just above the ground by her hood. “You were supposed to catch me. Rude! I trusted you!” She looks up, “And thanks, Blake.”

“Nice reflexes.” Yang says.

“No problem.” Blake says, helping her up.

“Yes, my fault entirely.” Weiss says, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. “You’re not the rude one for purposely falling on me.”

“See, she admits it.” Ruby says.

“I…” Weiss says and then face palms. “I’m not even sure if you do that on purpose or not.” She says, “Anyway, let’s just keep going, we’re almost there anyway.”

“Right, good idea.” Ruby says, pointing and marching forward. “Next stop, Atlas Central, and hopefully some fun.”

“Yes, sounds wonderful.” Weiss says.

“I say we stop by at least one book store.” Blake says.

“Deal.” Yang says, “See, coming up with a plan already. I think this is going to be good.” She says as they walk, headed for a day out on the town. It was just her style, and with her friends here she really was sure it was going to be a great time.

#RWBY #Summoner AU #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long #@fallintolife #you're the one who actually likes this #actually had this finished for a bit just didn't realize it #needed to edit though #wanted to put this and the next chap together but that would have been like super long #also have no idea on the next chapter so there's that #mostly a transition chapter but there's a bit of set-up too #enjoy #mine #My Fanfic