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tslasvegas · 3 years

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Episode 2: “I am typically regarded as a joke” - Livingston

Anyways... rip Colin, no idea who that was.. obviously Okay well I think we are out of the first impressions stage of this game and I think I've done an okay job of not making a strong impression one way or another, except to DeNara who I've been talking to most consistently since the start of this game. Except for today lmfao I was NOT active on purpose but I'll try to get to that in this confessional. I saw that the tribe went on a call so I decided to join and chit-chat with the girlies of this tribe and I've gotta say.. I'm lowkey disappointed to learn that despite being a returning player, everybody else on the tribe is friends with each other. Aside from Mo it sounds like they all know each other one way or another and I'm kinda left out of that connection. Even though they might not all be friends, it is a bit uncomfortable to be in a call with people where you know NOTHING they're talking about and you're not catching any of the jokes or references to other games. Also, I noticed that the personalities kinda blended together and these aren't people that I'd get along with in other orgs I play, so.. oops. One highlight of the call was that Nik was talking about Rachael and they were saying that Rachael got rid of them, I believe. Basically just talking about how they view Rachael differently because of that I guess? I was kind of in and out during that. But then DeNara posted IN THE TRIBE CHAT when it was just us three plus Kailyn on the call that Nik was spilling tea... and it was just. so. cringe. Idk if Nik or Kailyn noticed and the fact that everyone else was acting so nonchalant makes me think I missed something but either way I was on mute howling bc of second-hand embarrassment. As far as my current position, I do feel a bit comfortable with where I'm at because although I AM uncomfortable being left out of the friend group, normally I thrive early game when I get underestimated. I'm trying to just not make waves and stick to whatever plans come my way and hopefully people don't view me as a threat. Every time I'd leave and rejoin the call everybody was talking about totally normal IRL stuff so it doesn't seem like people are playing the game yet, but last round I did make a bit of an alliance with DeNara for the time being. Despite feeling like an outsider, I'm going to just continue to look at the positives of every situation because as a pessimistic person by nature, I'm inclined to feel doomed in any scenario. But this is my redemption season. I'm not here to get tenth place, I'm here to win and this season will prove itself to be an uphill battle and I'm just getting started. Tumblr Survivor has always felt like the story of Sisyphus and the Boulder to me. Look into the deeper meaning of the story and I promise a lot of the details do kind of relate to me and my character throughout my run in this community, but the general idea is that I've been tasked with a chore of having to push this heavy boulder up a neverending mountain in Hell. As a returning player, I've faced a lot of hardship when I could've just gotten the outcome I want the first time, and each return to Tumblr Survivor, I've pretty much done worse and worse since then. I'm ready to finally push that fucking boulder out of the underworld and bring myself back to the playing field I deserve to be on. For now, I'm just going to keep pushing.

So glad we won that first immunity. Why am I not surprise to see a unanimous vote for the first tribal. Even a self vote.... hopefully we win again today

I’m already over this tribe. Keegan and Liv are the only fun ones to talk to, Joey I think tries but also doesn’t. Also low key hoping people don’t know too much about Svalbard cause if people know about Rachael and I being close that could be a problem. I’m not letting my work schedule get in the way of my activity, but it’s a bad sign to me when I’m of the most active people on the tribe. I should be the baseline, not the gold standard

I think our Tribe is a bit laid back. Not much interaction, not really that engaging. I hope Jake and Kevin did a good job at the challenge, I don't want to go to Tribal again. The typhoon here passed, I hope Tribal passes too!

Woo we got out the main inactive person. Although really my entire tribe is quiet and lowkey inactive, but Jake and I talk a lot in PMs which is good. Also Stephen is doing his best with timezones so I know he wants to play bc he's always on when he is able to be on. The next biggest inactive person on the tribe is Kevin, but he instantly volunteered to do the challenge so yay I guess. If we lose though, he is still an option to go in my mind. I'm not trying to make too much of a plan because we could win this challenge and then I'm going to try to open the vault because if we come in first I will have 10 chips. But I still need to figure out if it costs 10 chips to open the vault or if you're just not allowed to look at it until you have 10 chips.

You want a confessional, well here it is. Nothing has happened. To be honest, I’ve barely even spoken to anyone today. Or yesterday for that matter. It’s also been quiet in tribe chat.

I finally got my tribe on a call. Most of them joined in, at least for a little bit so that was nice. The only person that wasn't on call was Ben, which kind of paints him as the outsider of the tribe right now.

...five seconds later

I want to get to know Mo better and maybe set up some sort of alliance with them, but they are so spotty with when they are on, it is difficult to keep a conversation going. I am not chill enough for this game yet lol.

ok. so like that's annoying. that challenge was supposed to be fun but jake is making a big stink. and like yeah i'm mad too but like it's over and it's just a game it's not like actual money lol. also, i don't really care if we go to tribal. makes you stronger. whatever. i'm sure he's a nice person but like i think he's just mad he lost. whatevs.

Nik and Rachael did our challenge and won. Thank goodness it wasn't me! What my tribe will soon come to realize is I am basically useless at challenges. Rip me.

...five seconds later

Yay! Mo finally asked if I wanted to work together! Took them long enough ;-) jkjk I am excited to finally start playing this game

So after a heated and undeserved loss - sorry Dan I know we talked about it but I'm sticking to my guns - I start packing my bags. All of a sudden Stephen wants to target John, John wants to target Timmy; and nobody is throwing my name out there... Like... Hello? I just got into a public fight with production, shouldn't I be target number one? And now, Xavier and I are the swing votes... How the hell did the worst Tumblr Survivor Player and a 45 Year old man end up stuck in the middle? What the hell even is this season?

WE LOST AGAIN. So now which alliance to choose?!

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I can't believe this round. I should be the target, why - why am I not the target? I lost the challenge. I yelled at production. I am the easiest vote, but nobody is voting me! What is happening?? Timmy and Stephen made an alliance chat with Xavier and I to vote John. John and Kevin are working together to vote Timmy. Xavier says - "Jake tell me what to do!" Timmy and John are both telling me everything the other one is saying to each other, and it's amazing. I have no idea how Xavier and I are voting tonight. On one hand, you have Stephen and Timmy who seem like a really strong duo. But Stephen trusts me a lot, and if I vote out his closest ally than I'll go down that list - which could be trouble in case of the inevitable swap. John is MY closest ally, but if we vote him out the team is much more united. Do I play for ME or do I play for WE? I'm 95% sure the vote is going to be 4-2, and people are going to be blindsided.

“Theres three tribes! Means we’re less likely to have back to back tribals” -_- sure jan. So we lost again, blergh, looked like an annoying challenge. The tribe is still pretty muted, who knows whether they’re voting for me or not. I made a 4-man alliance with Timmy Jake and Xavier, which i do want, but we’ll have to see if everyone is legit. The two bad possibilities are if everyone is actually voting me for various reasons (timezone, round one oopsie, etc.) or if the real vote is jake for arguing with dan. idk, time will tell. From my POV the vote is John, pretty randomly just based on the fact of who competed in the challenge.

Hiiiiiii So I am very excited to be back in the game again. I very much enjoy my original tribe especially Andrew. We already have a Pennsylvania alliance with Stephanie and I think that that is good groundwork to have moving forward should we ever lose a challenge we already have three that are tight in at seven so if we hear anything about any of them targeting us we can do something about it. I like Livingston a lot and Joey but I can’t tell if Joey is 14 years old or not and that kind of bothers me. I am v excited to get with Kevin and see where me him and Andrew can go

Winning is great, but we need to lose the next one or it’s gonna be a weird spot if the first swap is at 18, although it is very possible that it’s at 16. I don’t want to go into a swap with all the agency being with Luxor, or us having the most players because in both cases we get painted as the targets. Bad news all around

I have yet to confess but here goes! I feel very good on my tribe. We seem to be doing fairly well at comps so far and I would love to continue to miss Tribal as much as humanly possible. I have talked to everyone on my tribe in some capacity but I am not trying to be the one to initiate like alliances and shit before we even have to attend tribal. I just wanna be chill and lay low while also being a good member of the tribe whom people like. Keegan and I have a mutual agreement to make sure each other gets far. I got first boot in my last game and he has never made single digits here in Tumblr Survivor so let's change that. One fear with working with Keegan is that he knows how I play. I played his game, Forest of Horrors, and got rocked out at the Final 7. Keegan has since told me that I was runner up for Player of the Season. I am typically regarded as a joke in this community but Keegan is someone who knows how I play and respects how I play. This game is an entirely different scenario so I am going to likely try to keep my connection up with him.

So the vote seems like it's going to be John Coffey. I'm quite sad about it for a few reasons. He is really nice and I know we work well together in games and he is a very loyal player. Also, Jake had an entire temper tantrum last night after results and that was just extremely annoying. But, Jake is more active and talks to me more while John is a rare sighting. Tbh I would rather it be Kevin but I think they're getting a pass since they participated in the challenge...always next tribal because knowing this tribe it's a strong possibility. I swear if the next challenge is a music video though I will punch a wall since that will be my death sentence since I do not participate in those. I never feel comfortable so I just don't. If we go to tribal as a tribe of 5, that might not be that good, so just really hoping that that is not the next challenge.

ok here's the tea guys. i am pretty solid in my tribe right now. after this vote tonight there 5 of us, and 4 of us are in an alliance, which is good. HOWEVER, i'm solid with the 3 people separately. that's put me in a good spot for a tribe swap/merge. obviously we're like years away from a merge. but we could tribe swap soon. we shall see!

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ghulehgurl · 4 years

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The Ghost Project was high on adrenaline after one of the best rituals of their tour. For some of them, it had been the best ritual of their career. After two years of touring, Cardinal Copia, the leader of The Project, had been anointed to Papa Emeritus IV. The whole event had gone off without a hitch - the band was on fire, the crowd was on fire, and the stage crew even felt it behind the scenes.

After the ritual, everyone ran to the bus to dump their belongings and change clothes. They all planned to go out on the town to celebrate their new Papa. The ghouls chatted as they used glamour spells to conceal their horns, tails, and other ghoulish attributes. When they were first summoned from Hell, the ghouls were given the chance to choose the human attributes they would display while under their glamour spell. While their heights and weights stayed the same as their demon forms, each Ghoul got to choose the hair, eyes, and face shape they would display in their human forms. They made sure the glamour they chose was very good looking by human standards.

The aroma of strong cologne and minty toothpaste filled the air on the bus as everyone rushed to get ready. After cleaning himself up, the new Papa emerged from his bedroom at the back of the bus and rejoined his band. He had washed the skull paint from his face, but kept his tight black suit on. They cheered and clapped for their leader and he took a bow, hamming it up. "Let's go, my ghouls!" he said with a grin.

While everyone was getting ready, the bus had moved to a location away from the fans. The group made their way off the bus and wandered down the street to find a bar. They came across a decent-looking place with live music, so the group made their way inside. Papa led them to a dark booth in the corner. Many of them winked at the curious women and men as they passed; it was no secret that they each were hoping to hook up with someone by the end of the night.

Dew played lead guitar in the band, so naturally, he was used to a lot of attention. Although he was the smallest of the ghouls, his size didn’t seem to deter anyone. It wasn’t long before he was receiving wet kisses and experiencing roaming hands from several of the bar-goers.

Rain’s usual spot was in the back of center stage, playing his black and white bass. Aether, the rhythm guitarist, and Dew stayed up front, situated on opposite sides of the stage. During the rituals, they all had their individual parts to play, but the trio would occasionally come together at center stage and play next to each other. Dew would often sidle up to the bassist and nuzzle his neck.

Rain was no stranger to Dew’s affections on stage, but as he sat in the bar, he couldn’t help but wonder if tonight had been different. Each time the guitarist had approached Rain on stage, he locked his menacing eyes on the bassist. The sultry looks caused heat to shoot straight to Rain’s cock.

The bassist was a very sweet ghoul and tended to be on the shy side. He normally stayed in the back and interacted with the crowd as little as possible. As far as personalities went, he was the complete opposite of Dew.

The guitarist had earned the nickname Gremlin due to his aggressive behavior. He was known to violently throw guitar picks at the crowd and at Aether. He would often seductively lick his hands, picks, and guitar just to get a rise out of the crowd. Dew stomped around the stage as if he owned it. He was pure sex appeal.

Tonight, Dew had been on a rampage. He wanted Rain - badly. The guitarist was especially friendly, following Rain around the stage, trying to touch and snuggle him as often as possible. Sometimes he just stood next to the slight ghoul, hoping Rain would catch on, but the evening was now almost over and Dew still hadn’t received any reciprocation from the bassist.

The noise coming from the group got louder and louder as the amount of alcohol they consumed increased. Several humans had joined them at the table, squeezing themselves between the ghouls. There were grabby hands and messy kisses all around.

Papa had a very lovely woman sitting in his lap. Dew could see him speaking seductively into her ear while running his knuckles across her cheek - the signature move of the lead singer. Dew knew that one by one, following Papa’s lead, everyone would eventually start leaving the bar to scurry off with their chosen playmate for the evening.

Dew hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the beautiful ghoul sitting across from him all night. Rain was slight in size, but still larger than the guitarist. During the ritual, Dew hadn’t been able to keep his distance from the bassist. It pained him to be so far apart from him now.

The small ghoul had been very obviously distracted most of the evening. By the end of the night, Dew’s adoring humans had given up vying for his attention and migrated to the other ghouls in hopes of going home with one of them instead.

Rain kept glancing across the table at Dew, absent-mindedly spinning his beer bottle. The guitarist's eyes were on him, never wavering. Rain tried to insert himself into the others’ conversations, but he couldn’t seem to distract himself from the gremlin's stare. By the end of the night, their gazes had locked on each other.

Dew stared at the cute blush on Rain’s cheeks and the way he nervously fiddled with whatever was in front of him. Fuck, that ghoul is endearing, Dew thought. He couldn’t wait to taste his mouth - if the bassist would let him. Dew hadn’t gotten that far yet.

Aether, who had been watching the exchange between the two ghouls, finally said, “Would you guys stop eye fucking and get a room already?!” The rest of the table burst into laughter at Rain and Dew’s expense. The guitarist noticed the bassist’s shoulders drop and thought to himself that this was his moment.

“Fuck you guys!” Dew spat, sliding out of the booth and holding his hand out to Rain. “C’mon Rainy, let’s leave these assholes here and find something else to do.” The bassist slowly took Dew’s calloused hand and stood up.

Swiss, the backup guitarist, started cat calling the smaller ghouls as they left the table. The others joined in the harassment, whistling and clapping their hands loudly. Dew rolled his eyes and gave his bandmates the finger as they walked out. He didn’t know why they were making such a big deal out of things; most everyone in the band hadn’t already fucked each other at some point.

Once outside, Dew looked over at Rain, who was staring down at his own feet. The guitarist stopped and pulled the bassist to the side, putting his finger under the slight ghoul’s chin and lifting it to meet his gaze. “Hey, don’t let them bother you,” he said. “They're just jealous that they aren’t getting attention from a beautiful ghoul like you.”

Rain looked shocked. “You think I’m beautiful? Fuck, Dew.” He stared at the guitarist for a moment, unsure of what else to say.

Dew reached up and rubbed his thumb across the bassist's pouty bottom lip. “I always have, Rain,” he said quietly. “I’ve just been too nervous to tell you about it.” A couple years worth of yearning for the ghoul had finally culminated in this moment. Dew suddenly realized how mushy he sounded, so he coughed and patted the other ghoul’s shoulder in an attempt to keep his focus.

The two started walking down the street without a specific destination in mind. Dew looked at his watch and realized how late it had become. At this hour, there probably wasn't much else they could go do. Hearing some commotion behind them, the duo look back to see the rest of their bandmates leaving with someone, headed off in several different directions.

The smaller ghoul nudged Rain. "Looks like they won't be making it back anytime soon. Do you wanna go watch a movie on the bus?" The bassist nodded in approval. The pair headed back toward the bus, making a quick stop at a gas station to get some snacks to share.

As soon as the ghouls reboard the bus, they drop their glamour spells. The ghouls stretch their tails and scratch their horns as they change into their pajamas. Rain watches as Dew lets down his long hair, thinking about running his hands through the blonde locks. The small ghoul gives the bassist a lopsided grin. Rain looks away quickly and focuses on putting his dirty clothes into his bag.

The bus’s common area isn't very big. It contains a small TV tucked under a kitchenette cupboard with a shitty DVD player that only works some of the time. A bench style couch sits beneath a window opposite from the television. The seat is a tight fit for two average-sized adults, so it's usually only occupied by one person at a time. Rain and Dew, being smaller than average, both fit comfortably in the small space.

Dew grabbed a random movie from the small collection they kept on the bus and put it in the DVD player. He gave the machine a smack to get it to register the disc before joining Rain on the couch. Rain pressed play on the remote and the introduction music started. The sound that came from the tiny speakers was terrible; even at full volume, you had to really concentrate to make out the dialogue. Dew looked at the other ghoul and asked, "Can you hear it okay, Rainy?"

The bassist grinned. "You know I can't." They both chuckled and dug into their snacks.

Dew tried to tear into a bag of Twizzlers, but the wrapper wasn't cooperating. "Fucking. Thing. Won't. Open!" Suddenly the bag ripped apart and red candies went flying. They watched as the licorice fell onto the floor and into their laps. The guitarist got an idea and reached for a candy in the other ghoul’s lap. He grazed his knuckles across the crotch in Rain's loose pajama bottoms, teasing his cock beneath. The small ghoul gave his friend a wicked grin. "Oopsie..."

The bassist felt his cock twitch just a little from the light touch. Rain looked wide-eyed at Dew and thought to himself, He IS a little gremlin. The slight ghoul couldn't say he was too surprised that the other was hitting on him. After all, they were pretty much eye-fucking back at the bar. Rain blushed at the thought. Fucking Dew, he has no shame.

Dew watched the blush creep across Rain's face, and before he could stop himself, he put his hand on the bassist's cheek. "You're so fucking cute," he whispered. The slight ghoul's face deepened in color as he leaned into Dew’s touch, mumbling, "...thanks."

The guitarist didn't miss the silent cues Rain was giving. The small ghoul leaned toward the bassist, staring at his lips. Dew stopped mid way, silently begging him to meet in the middle. He needed to be sure Rain was into him. Into this. The last thing he wanted to do was make assumptions and scare the other ghoul away.

The bassist hesitated for a moment. He knew what Dew wanted, but was this what he wanted? Rain felt an internal conflict in the pit of his stomach, but finally decided to throw his reservations out the window. The slight ghoul leaned forward and pressed his lips against Dew’s. The smaller ghoul let out a quiet moan as he deepened their kiss. They slowly explored each other’s mouths for a while, their tongues dancing as they got a feel for each other.

His excitement building, Dew took the lead, pulling Rain into his lap so the bassist could straddle his thighs. Rain wrapped his arms around the gremlin's neck and Dew grasped the slight ghoul's hips, holding him close.

Dew pulled back and removed Rain's shirt, tossing it into the darkness of the common area. The guitarist hummed in approval as he ran his hands up and down the bassist's naked sides. The small ghoul moved to Rain's chest to lightly pinch a nipple, causing the bassist to let out a not-so-quiet moan.

"Oohh, so we like our nipples played with, do we?" Dew growled into Rain's ear as he pinched the other side. The bassist made a beautiful sound that confirmed the gremlin's suspicion.

The guitarist pulled his own shirt off and tossed it aside with the other. Dew took that moment to admire the bassist's bare skin. He had a small patch of hair in the middle of his chest, but the rest of his torso was bare. The small ghoul wanted to taste every inch of skin in front of him.

Rain realized the other had let go of him. Suddenly becoming self conscious, he covered himself with his arms. Dew looked into the bassist's eyes and murmured, “None of that. I was just thinking how sexy you look in my lap. There are so many things I've dreamt of doing to you. Will you let me do them?”

The bassist crashed his lips into Dew's, giving him a hard kiss. He wanted his lips more than anything else at this moment. Rain sat back onto the small ghoul's knees to admire the rings Dew had through his nipples. In a flash of bravery, the slight ghoul bent down to pull a ring into his mouth, tugging and flicking with his tongue. As he did, the guitarist sucked air in through his teeth and let his head fall back. "Fuuuuck yesss," he hissed.

Dew's reaction boosted Rain’s confidence, so he splayed his hands over the guitarist's chest, pinching both nipples. He leaned in and placed gentle kisses along the small ghoul's collar bones up to his neck. The bassist stopped to nibble Dew's skin, leaving a trail of small pink marks as he made his way back to the ghoul’s red swollen lips.

Dew dragged his nails down the bassist’s back leaving red lines and goosebumps from his short claws. "Yesss, Rainy,” he moaned. “You're such a good boy.” Dew started rocking his hips up into the bassist's, causing their hard cocks to rub against each other. The friction felt good against the slight ghoul's dick, and a wet spot formed on his grey sweatpants.

Moans and the echoes of loud kisses began to fill the bus. They started to become more aggressive with each other, pulling hair, scratching skin, and grinding into each other violently. Soon Dew realized their position was restricting the contact he craved. “Switch places with me, baby,” he said, “but first get those pants off.”

Rain quickly complied, practically tearing his sweats off. "I like your eagerness, sweet boy," Dew cooed. The bassist moaned at his words as he sat down on the bench. The guitarist calling him a sweet boy had made him rock hard and he slowly thumbed over the drops of precum that had formed at the tip of his cock.

The guitarist removed his own pants, giving his cock a few tugs. The slight ghoul's attention was back on the gremlin as he fell to his knees and rubbed his hands up and down Rain's thighs. "You're my good boy,” Dew praised him. “I want to suck my good boy's cock. Can I do that, Rainy?" The bassist let out a breathy moan. "I need to hear you say it, sweetheart,” Dew continued. “Tell me what you want." Dew cooed as he nuzzled the bassist’s cock, rubbing his nose and cheek along the shaft.

Rain watched the gremlin for a moment as he moved before squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. "Yes Dew, pleassee," he whined, softly thrusting his hips up to get more friction.

"Good boy." Dew moved Rain's hand away from the leaking, pulsing head and licked the precum that had gathered there.

"Oh fffuck, Dew. Please, more. I need more." Rain’s voice was filled with urgency. The bassist reached his hands to the back of Dew's head, claws pressing into his scalp. He wound the long locks into his fists, yanking lightly. Rain couldn't keep his eyes off the gremlin as he watched his cock disappear into his mouth.

The wet heat was both too much and not enough at the same time. It took almost everything he had not to thrust into the guitarist's mouth. Dew lifted off Rain’s dick with a pop, drool running down his chin "Sweet boy, if you want to fuck my face, just ask." he flashed a devilish smile at Rain, enjoying how flustered he was getting.

Rain whimpered, wanting to fuck Dew's throat so badly. He could imagine looking down at the gremlin's tear stained eyes and watching as he choked on his dick. "Fuck yes, please Daddy." Rain stilled at his own words, panic strewn across his face.

The gremlin grinned, thinking fuck, he's gonna make me cum right here and now. "Mmm, sweet boy,” he said, “come fuck daddy's face - and don't be gentle." Rain could barely get to his feet after hearing Dew's words, but he managed. He briefly worried that his dick was too thick to be rough. His fear vanished as he watched Dew take his whole cock into his mouth in one swift movement.

"Fuuuuck yessss!" Rain thrusted slowly at first, his patch of curls brushing against the other's nose. Dew looked straight up into the bassist’s eyes and pulled on Rain's hips to spur him on.

Dew's tongue was soft on the underside of Rain's shaft. He let his jaw go slack, preparing himself for the hammering he was about to receive. As soon as Rain increased the speed of his thrusts, the guitarist's cheeks hollowed, his sucks keeping in time with the other's movements.

The gremlin could feel his own cock slapping against his stomach, leaving a string of precum behind. He grabbed onto Rain's ass cheeks and dug his nails into the flesh, leaving tiny bruises. Rain didn't seem to care as he sputtered out obscenities and loud moans.

The bassist's cock was harder than it had ever been. He could feel it throbbing each time his dick hit Dew's throat. "Yesss daddy, please,” he begged. “Your mouth feels soooo good. Ohmyfuccckk..." Rain's shy demeanor had been completely erased in the ecstasy of it all.

Rain was amazed at the guitarist's lack of gag reflex. He watched as his cock disappeared repeatedly into the other ghoul's throat. Dew’s eyes watered and drool ran down his chin onto the bassist's balls, but he still managed to growl from the back of his throat each time he heard a 'yes, daddy' or 'please, daddy'.

Deciding he needed to be buried to the hilt in Rain's tight hole, Dew tapped the bassist’s thigh. Rain came back to earth and stopped thrusting. "Fuck, did I hurt you?" he asked.

Dew slowly removed the ghoul’s cock from his mouth. "No, sweet boy,” he said, “I just want you to cum while my dick's buried in your ass." He stared up at Rain, not breaking eye contact as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

The bassist moaned and helped the small ghoul to his feet. The guitarist pulled Rain into a ravenous kiss, wanting Rain to taste himself on his mouth. "See how sweet you taste? Daddy loves his good boy's cock in his mouth."

Dew grabbed Rain by the wrist and pulled him into the guitarist's bottom bunk. The bassist tilted his head, trying to find a comfortable position. "I don't think there's enough room in here," he said as he craned his neck. The small ghoul grinned and looked over his shoulder at Papa's private room at the back of the bus.

"I don't know, Dew. Papa would freak if we fucked in his room." It pained him to shoot the idea down; at this point, Rain's dick was so hard and throbbing he would probably let Dew fuck him on the roof of the bus if he asked.

"All the more reason to do it,” Dew cooed. “C'mon sweet boy - let’s live dangerously." He took Rain’s hand and dragged him to the back of the bus, shutting the privacy screen behind them.

Rain wasted no time and pushed Dew against the weak plywood wall, causing it to groan. The bassist covered the small ghoul's lips, face, and neck with hard, sloppy kisses. The guitarist pressed his hips against Rain's, waiting to feel the friction against his cock. Both ghouls breathed heavily and moaned loudly. The air reeked with the smell of sex. If anyone boarded the bus right then, they would be well aware of what was going on behind the closed door.

Rain pulled back for air and Dew took charge, shoving the bassist onto his back on Papa's bed. The gremlin crawled up Rain's body and straddled his chest. “Do you think you can take daddy's cock, sweet boy?” Dew asked. “Can you be a good boy and suck me off?" Dew stroked himself slowly, playing with the precum that had formed on the tip.

The bassist let out a deep, throaty moan. "Please, daddy,” he begged, “I want your cock in my mouth."

Dew reached down and gently stroked Rain's cheek "Such a good boy," he cooed. “Now open wide.” The gremlin scooted closer to the bassist's mouth and straddled his head. Using the wall in front of him as support, he nudged Rain's lips with his dripping cock. Rain parted his lips and happily accepted the guitarist into his mouth.

Unsure of what the other ghoul could handle, Dew started moving his hips in shallow thrusts. He used his free hand to run his fingers through Rain's hair. "You're such a good boy,” he praised, “taking my cock so well. Can you handle more, sweetheart?" Dew pulled his dick out so Rain could answer.

"Yes, daddy,” Rain moaned. “Please fuck my throat. I need your cock."

The gremlin almost came just from hearing the bassist’s words. "Mmmm, thank you sweet boy," he moaned, thrusting into Rain’s mouth hard and fast. "Fuuuuckkk, you're such a good boy.” he groaned as he moved his hips once again. “Oohh, fuck yes, baby…”

Dew nearly exploded as he felt Rain swallow, squeezing the head of his cock with his throat. The guitarist looked down and watched as his cock slammed into the bassist’s mouth. The slight ghoul's cheeks were sucked in and tears had started to form in the corners of his eyes. The small ghoul slowed his place slightly so he could wipe the tears from Rain’s face.

When the urge to cum became too intense, the gremlin pulled out of Rain's mouth with a pop. Dew slid back down the bassist's body so that they were eye to eye once again. The bassist's chin was covered in his own saliva and he was trying to catch his breath. "You did such a good job swallowing daddy's cock, my sweet boy," Dew praised him. Rain whimpered and pulled Dew close, planting a messy kiss on his face.

The guitarist pulled away to search Papa's bedside drawer for lube. "Bingo!" he said as he pulled out a bottle and flipped the cap open. "Rainy, are you ready?" Dew pushed the bassist's legs wide open and settled between them on his knees, sitting back on his heels. He began to stroke Rain's painfully hard and dripping cock.

"Please, daddy,” Rain whimpered. “I need to feel you inside me. Please..." Dew leaned forward, bracing himself with one arm while he kissed the bassist, attempting to distract him from the lubed finger pressing against his tight hole.

"Fuuuck, baby,” Dew moaned against Rain’s mouth as he pushed a finger inside him. “You're so tight. You're gonna feel so good wrapped around my dick." Dew sat back and slowly stroked Rain's cock. He pushed a second finger into the hole, scissoring to loosen the muscles. The bassist started whimpering and begging for more.

"You make the most beautiful sounds for daddy,” Dew purred. “You're almost ready for me to fill you up with my cock, sweet boy." Dew inserted a third finger, slowly thrusting it in and out. When Rain started bucking his hips to match the rhythm, the guitarist knew he was ready.

Dew slicked up his own cock with the lube. He held the bassist's leg in place with his left hand and guided his cock to Rain’s hole with his right. As soon as he pushed his head in, Rain let out a long moan. "Fuuucking hell, daddy! Please fill me up!"

The guitarist wanted nothing more than to thrust into the handsome ghoul laying before him, but instead he took his time, afraid of hurting his lover. "Soon, baby, I promise. I want this, too. I want to slam my cock into your ass until I fill it with my cum." The slight ghoul was babbling and begging for more.

As he felt the bassist’s muscles start to relax, Dew pushed himself in about halfway, stroking Rain's cock to ease him through the pain. "Baby, you're doing so good,” he praised. “Sweet Lucifer, you're so fucking tight!" The bassist relaxed more and the gremlin pushed his shaft all the way to the hilt.

They both let out a long moan, pausing for a moment to allow Rain to adjust to being filled.

Dew’s body may have been small, but his dick was not lacking in size. "Okay, sweet boy, are you ready?" he finally asked.

"Ohhh yes, daddy,” Rain breathed. “Please... I need you.."

Dew slowly pulled his cock almost all the way out, pausing for a moment before he pushed his full length back in. The guitarist threw his head back and moaned, repeating the action a few times until he found a comfortable rhythm. Rain babbled out a string of profanities, begging for Dew to pick up speed. The gremlin leaned over his lover and used Rain's shoulders as leverage to pound into him as hard as he could.

The slight ghoul let out a whimper, begging for his dick to be touched. "Okay, sweet boy,” Dew said. “I'll let you cum since you beg so pretty." With a flick of his hand, the guitarist started jerking the bassist’s cock in time with his own thrusts. "Cum, baby... Cum for daddy..."

Rain let out a strangled cry as he climaxed, releasing ropes of cum all over his chest and the small ghoul’s hand. Dew didn't stop, working his lover through his orgasm until the bassist went limp under him, panting hard.

Dew swiped a finger across one of the pools of cum and shoved it into Rain's mouth. "Fuck, Rainy,” he moaned. “Such a good boy. Taste daddy's fingers." The guitarist's thrusts began to falter as he approached his own orgasm. The bassist bit down on Dew's fingers and the pain pushed him over the edge.

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myheadinthecloudsnotcomingdown · 5 years

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Picture Perfect

A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

Ao3

It had been a nice afternoon, but akumatized villains had a habit of getting in the way of nice afternoons.

Ladybug back flipped onto the rooftop and out of sight behind the chimney. She straightened up, panting, as Chat Noir joined her. Their miraculous beeped loudly, keeping time with the crickets who had just started their serenade. Ladybug looked at Chat.

“Why did you follow me? We’re going to detransform soon!”

Ladybug and Chat Noir may have honed their skills over the years, but so had Hawkmoth. The fact that the heroes had to stop in the middle of the battle and recharge their miraculous was evidence to how powerful his’s latest villain was.

“There is no where else! The akuma was chasing me too you know.” Chat Noir shrugged, “We’ve detransformed in front of each other before. We’ll just sit back to back”

“Well…”

“We’re out of time!”

Ladybug looked around to make sure they were well hidden, then nodded. Chat Noir was right, it wasn’t the end of the world. Plus, this would allow them to get rejoin the battle together after their kwamis had eaten. Chat Noir smiled and sat on the ground beside the chimney. Ladybug hesitated one more moment, then sat with her back to his right as they both detransformed. Chat Noir felt along the rooftop until his hand found Ladybug’s. He squeezed it tightly.

“I promise I won’t turn around milady.”

Ladybug smiled.

* * *

“I swear I saw them come this way!” Alya groaned in frustration. She had been running across Paris and climbing onto rooftops to find the duo, which was considerably more difficult as Alya than as Rena Rouge. She knew her heroes needed help, but she couldn’t really help them without her miraculous, which only Ladybug could give her. Hence why she was looking for Ladybug.

She had paused for breath on one of the roofs and was just thinking that maybe it was easier to let Ladybug find her, when she saw something that drove all thoughts of superheroes from her mind.

“Is that…Marinette?” Alya wiped the sweat from her eyes, and adjusted her glasses, “Holding hands with Adrien?!” She must not be seeing things right. She pulled out her phone, she knew her camera never lied. Sure enough, it was Marinette and Adrien that showed up on the little screen as soon as Alya zoomed in.

“Oh girl, you finally did it!”

The shot was perfect. The sunset provided amazing, even romantic, lighting and the best part was that Alya could clearly see both teen’s faces as they stared longingly off in opposite directions. She knew that Marinette would probably kill her for it, but she couldn’t resist snapping the picture. It was just too perfect of an opportunity to miss! Besides, the girl would ask for the picture as soon as she’d calmed down, probably put it up on her wall or as her screensaver. A crash in the distance brought her back down to earth. Ladybug! Alya smiled one last time at the teens and made sure that her picture was saved, then ran back down the stairs and continued her search.

* * *

They sat there together on the roof while their kwamis ate in silence, shielded from view between the heroes and the chimney. Adrien felt like he should say something, but every time he opened his mouth, he chickened out and closed it again. What was he supposed to say anyway? Even though this had been his idea, he still felt so naked sitting back to back with his lady, both of them unmasked and out in the open. He knew that he would keep his promise, he loved Ladybug and she trusted him, but that didn’t make the temptation to turn around any more bearable.

Marinette was feeling the same way. Even though she wasn’t in love with him, the pressure on her hand felt nice. She was his closest friend, closer even than Alya, although Marinette knew Alya would lose her head if she ever even suspected someone was outdoing her in the best friend department. The thought made her chuckle.

“Something funny, milady?”

Chat’s voice startled her out of her revelrie.

“I was just thinking….Thank you Chat Noir”

“For what milady?”

“For being such a good partner, and a good friend. No matter what, I know you have my back.”

“Well today, I have it literally.” They both laughed.

Adrien looked down at his Kwami, “Ready to go Plagg?”

“Ahlmosht” The little black cat still had his mouth full”

“What about you Tikki?” Marinette asked her Kwami.

“Ready when you are Ladybug!”

Marinette nodded, “Spots on!”

* * *

The next day, Adrien walked into class a little early, Natalie made sure he was always on time, no matter how wiped out he was from the previous day’s battle, and saw the majority of the class surrounding Alya and looking at something on her phone. Probably something she’d just posted to her Ladyblog, Adrien thought. Nino broke off from the main group, having to wade through the crowd to do so, and walked over to Adrien, patting him on the shoulder, “Hey dude, finally”

“What do you mean?” Adrien looked at the clock, then back at his friend, “I’m here the same time as every day.”

“Not that dude! I mean you and Marinette!”

“Marinette? What are you talking about?”

At that moment, Marinette herself came hurtling through the door and, true to clumsy form, skidded straight into Adrien, knocking them both to the ground.

“I’m so hurried. I mean, I was in a hurry, well...” Marinette tripped over her own tongue, her red face flushed. It was nice to be this close to her crush (they were actually touching!) but of course it had to be in the most awkward and clumsy way possible. As she tried to get up, her legs tangled with Adrien’s and sent them both sprawling again. Thankfully, Nino came to her rescue and helped them both up. The entire class was laughing at her! And for some odd reason most of them were clapping, except Chole of course, who was staring daggers at Marinette, but that was pretty much normal.

“Sorry” Marinette whispered, looking at the ground. This was terrible! Adrien would never forgive her, he probably wouldn’t even want to look at her. They’d never grow old together or have a hamster! Oh no! he’d hate her for the rest of his life. This was a fiasco!

She noticed that the class was still staring at her and Adrien. She frowned. What was going on?

Marinette looked at her best friend. Alya looked oddly proud and embarrased at the same time.

“You two looked so cute last night,” she said, ”and the lighting was perfect. I…I just couldn’t resist taking a picture. Then I was trying to show it to Nino this morning, but Rose and Julika came over and…well, I guess it got out of control.”

Marinette glanced at Adrien, who shrugged, obviously as confused as she was.

Alya face palmed, “Of course everyone’s seen it except you two. Come on.” She gestured them toward her. “You know I can’t resist a scoop, especially when it comes to my best friends!”

The two cautiously made their way through the small crowd that had formed around Alya’s phone. Marinette gasped. There on the screen, clear as day, was a picture of Marinette and Adrien sitting back to back on a rooftop at sunset, staring longingly at opposite horizons. Even though they didn’t mean to, Marinette and Adrien both learned in toward the phone. The photograph version Adrien very clearly holding hands with photographed Marinette. It really was a perfect picture, and a perfect situation, if only Marinette remembered sitting on a rooftop with Adrien. But the scene did seem familiar…

Adrien was thinking the same thing, it really was a beautiful picture, but he hadn’t been with Marinette last night, he’d been with…Ladybug!

The realization hit them at the same time and their eyes widened. Marinette whipped her head around to look at Adrien, only to realize he had done the exact same thing and she was staring into his bright green eyes. Chat’s eyes. They both immediately looked at the ground, turning an almost identical shade of bright pink.

“Oh so cute!” Rose exclaimed, “they’re embarrassed!”

“Are you two ok, dudes?” Nino asked.

“Oh, they’re fine!” Alya exclaimed. She had completely forgotten that she was supposed to be embarrassed and was blissfully ignorant of the significance of the picture on her phone. Thank goodness their kwamis had been hidden, thought Marinette, so Alya had only seen Marinette and Adrien instead of Ladybug and Chat Noir! This was even more terrible than knocking Adrien down as she ran in this morning. She had been rejecting her crush…for her crush! This was the end of the world! Why did it have to be Adrien?!

“Earth to Marinette!” Alya’s voice managed to cut through the veil of complete shock that had engulphed Marinette, “So girl, what’s the scoop? What were you two doing up on a roof in the middle of an Akuma attack?”

All eyes turned to the unlucky couple of superheroes who were still reeling from the completely unexpected revelation. Adrien and Marinette looked at each other. What were they supposed to say? Adrien looked at her and nodded, letting her take the lead just like Chat always did. Marinette took a deep breath.

“We were hiding from the Akuma, the roof seemed like a safe place…” That was the truth wasn’t it? They were hiding, and she didn’t have to say that the roof was a safe place to transform, although in hindsight, maybe it hadn’t been…

“And…” Alya had mischeivious twinkle in her eye as she asked the million-dollar question, “what is this?” Alya pointed right at the photographed couple’s intertwined hand. Marinette couldn’t help it, she froze. She had held hands with Adrien. Oh my goodness, she had kissed Adrien to save him from Dark Cupid. Adrien! Marinette felt lightheaded.

“We’re… still figuring that part out.” Adrien, said carefully, looking at Marinette, asking her if that was an ok response with his eyes. What was he supposed to say?

“Yep!” Marinette said a little too quickly. Her body had taken over in her panic and it felt like someone else was speaking, “Still figuring it out. What he said.” She sounded like an idiot! She wished she’d had a chance to get her stories straight with Chat before they had to answer to the entire class. This was a disaster!

The bell rang and Miss Bustier glided into the room.

“Ok kids, find your seats. Today we’ll be learning about short stories."

"Hey Alya," Adrien whispered as the sat down, "I need that picture."

"Done"

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i-w-p-chan · 6 years

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Time to Put on Your Uniform (And Accidentally Snag a Boyfriend), Part 2

It was a day after the Thieves had stolen Kaneshiro’s heart, and were waiting for the change of heart, when the second date happened. So, naturally they took their newest member with them to observe the date from afar.

Kobayashi was wearing a skirt that flared down to her knees, a white shirt with puffy sleeves drooping down her shoulders with the first couple of buttons popped open, and a short, sleeveless jacket thrown on top. She seemed to have listened to what Akira said about heels last time, as she wore flat-heeled boots instead of the high-heels she wore previously.

“So,” Makoto started, a frown on her face, “We’re observing to make sure this Kobayashi isn’t going to be any danger to Akira.”

“Yeah.” Ann nodded, “Do you recognize her from school?”

Makoto shook her head with an apologetic look on her face, “I’m sorry, I don’t. I recognize the name though, I think there is a student at Shujin with the surname Kobayashi. But I’ll need to look through the student registry to confirm that it is indeed the same Kobayashi.”

“Shh!” Ryuji hissed, “They’re starting!”

And so, the Thieves huddled around the phone again while keeping an eye out for the duo they were watching.

“You actually listened to what I said,” Akira started, sounding surprised.

Kobayashi sent him a smirk, “Of course I did, Kurusu-kun. After all, you seemed to be more experienced in this area than me, and you did raise an important point about considering my height when picking out what image I want to project. What do you think of what I’m wearing?” Kobayashi crossed her legs and leaned forward on the table.

Ryuji almost choked when he realized that Kobayashi was leaning to the front just enough for it to be possible to get a peek down her collar, and, more importantly, that Akira really was staring at Kobayashi’s chest. Thankfully, Yusuke acted quickly and pressed his hand against Ryuji’s mouth to muffle him.

Ann and Makoto shared incredulous looks.

“What is going on here?” Makoto was truthfully bewildered.

Akira quirked his head to the side in consideration as he allowed his eyes to trail over Kobayashi’s figure, seemingly not even recognizing the concept of propriety.

“Your bra is showing.”

The Thieves nearly fell to the ground in shock.

“It’s cute, but you’re too flat to work on the chest area as your charm point. I’d recommend diverting attention to your legs instead.”

Ryuji choked while Ann’s jaw dropped, Makoto’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and Yusuke allowed his hand to drop from where he held it to Ryuji’s mouth to raise a shocked eye brow.

Kobayashi chuckled as she leaned back in her chair, subtly adjusting the front of her shirt, “I didn’t think you’d have the guts to say that,” She said, amusement clear in her tone, “And color me impressed; you are taking this seriously. I think we’re better off if I drop the ridiculous get-ups next time we meet.” She cocked her head to the side pensively, “Legs, huh?”

Akira laughed softly, “I can help you there, you know, I know how to work legs.”

She smirked at him, “We’ll see about that next time, Kurusu-kun. Now, about what we’re actually here for-“

The Thieves tuned out the rest of the conversation as the duo moved on to discuss Akira’s probation yet again, and Morgana rejoined their group.

“So…” Makoto started, “What… what do we do next?”

Ryuji rubbed the back of his neck, “Uh. Wait for the next date and then see if we need to pull an intervention?”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Ann nodded distractedly, “But what do you think of their conversations? It’s like there is an important detail that we’re missing that’s the key to understanding the nuances that makes Akira say the things he said.”

“I agree with Ann,” Yusuke spoke, “Their interactions do indicate that the two of them have a mutual understanding between them that we do not know of.”

“And how do you figure that?” Makoto questioned.

Ann fiddled with her hair, “Akira accompanies me to my photo shoots sometimes, and I ask him his opinion about my clothes or make-up sometimes just in case I missed something. The way he responds to my questions reminds me of how he criticizes Kobayashi’s attire. So, it’s like. Hmm, how do I describe this?” Ann frowned.

Morgana flicked his tail, “It’s like he’s treating the image you’re trying to project as a goal and starts picking at your choice of clothes and make up from the point of view of how functional they are towards what you want to show.”

“Like you’re getting dressed up for a play?” Ryuji wondered.

“Or possibly a disguise,” Yusuke added, and the Thieves turned to look at him in shock.

“That’s… highly likely, actually.” Makoto blinked.

The Thieves quieted down as they mulled over the situation.

A few minutes later, Ryuji broke the silence, “So does that mean that Kobayashi is in disguise?”

“And Akira knows her real identity.” Morgana frowned in concentration.

Makoto sighed, “I guess we should part ways for the day. I’ll make sure to look into the registry and inform you of what I find.”

“Alright, Queen, we’re counting on you.” Ryuji smiled cheekily, and Makoto huffed in amusement.

“In the mean time, we’ll see if we can get anything out of Akira.” Ann grinned in excitement.

“We shouldn’t get our hopes up about that though, Lady Ann. Akira can be quite tight-lipped when he wants to be.”

“Well, it’s not like we’re going to interrogate him about Kobayashi, we’re simply curious about his new girlfriend aren’t we?” Ann winked deviously.

Yusuke chuckled in amusement, “Teasing him about a girlfriend, are we?”

“I get the feeling that he’s going to laugh in our faces about this.” Morgana shook his head.

“Then we’re going to bug him more!” Ryuji and Ann fist bumped.

Morgana fought to keep an amused grin down before he gave up, “Alright…”

Their attempts at getting info out of Akira failed spectacularly, not that they were surprised about that particular fact, and their plans all derailed when they teased him about having a girlfriend.

Instead of flustering him, they ended up being the ones flustered as Akira cocked his hip out, grinned wickedly, and winked at them.

“So what if I do?” He purred, eyes half-lidded.

It was a devastating combo, and they may or may not have been too busy mentally flailing to keep up the original conversation.

And so, they had to put the girlfriend topic aside to recover. Unfortunately for them, exams coupled with the incident with Medjed and Alibaba threw all their plans out the window.

Hectic summer break plus Thief work made sure that the group missed at least three of Akira’s and Kobayashi’s dates, a fact that made them all grumble as they made their way to a date they finally managed to free their schedule for.

They all twitched at the mere thought of what other development they could have missed while they weren’t around the duo. Plus, they couldn’t send Morgana close enough with a phone to listen in because Akira and Kobayashi were inside a shop this time, and a cat was very likely to be noticed and kicked out.

“So, as you all know, Kobayashi isn’t a Shujin student,” Makoto started, “Which makes her approaching Akira more suspicious. We all know she’s interested in his probation, but what is she hoping to accomplish with all the information she gathered from Akira?”

The group mulled over the question for the umpteenth time since Kobayashi barged into their lives (or more accurately, Akira’s, but it didn’t make much of a difference for them anyway), and tried to figure what the duo was doing inside a shop for accessories from what little they could glimpse through the shop’s window a few meters ahead of them.

Their silent observation was interrupted by the sound of Makoto’s phone chiming with an incoming message. She blinked as she took out her phone, wondering who might be messaging her, and she raised an eyebrow at the screen when she saw the name of the sender.

“Futaba?”

The rest of the Thieves looked in her direction at the sound of the name, “What about Futaba?” Ann inquired.

“She just sent me a message, asking me what we’re doing together so close to Akira while he’s on his date.”

“How does she know- wait never mind.” Ryuji sighed.

Makoto blushed faintly when Futaba’s next message pinpointed exactly what they were doing, and caused Makoto to quickly send back that they were not stalking Akira and his date.

As the topic moved to a new group chat that involved the rest of the Thieves in the area (sans Akira, naturally), their attention was diverted from their previous task to trying to defend themselves against the cheeky messages and remarks Futaba sent them.

Futaba: HAH! Futaba: You’re just jealous Akira became someone else’s arm candy ;3 Futaba: also just a heads up but Akira and Date just left the shop.

Without hesitation, all the Thieves whipped their heads in the direction of the shop to see that Akira and Kobayashi were, indeed, leaving the shop. With a bag of items being carried by Akira.

And.

Holding hands.

“They’re holding hands!” Ryuji hissed.

“Look at his face!” Ann pointed out, and the Thieves focused on Akira’s face as he leaned down to whisper something in Kobayashi’s ear with a small smile on his face, and Kobayashi sent him a smile back.

“He’s smiling,” Yusuke mused, raising his hands to frame the duo in his sight with his fingers.

“That’s…” Makoto trailed off, her eyes scouring the sight in front of her, picking up clues and picking them apart, “He’s… taller than her? But how? Didn’t you say that she was taller? She’s not wearing any right now so ho- oh…”

“What? Yeah, she’s supposed to be taller, what are you talking abo- oh…” Ryuji’s eyes widened as he too noticed what caused Makoto to quiet down.

“He’s the one wearing heels,” Morgana said, curiosity in his tone.

“And nice ones, too.” Ann noted.

“Given his Metaverse costume, it’s not that surprising.” Yusuke nodded, “Even if the heels Akira is wearing right now are higher.”

As the duo disappeared from sight, the Thieves huddled together to discuss the matter between them.

“So, what now?” Ann asked, a thoughtful expression on her face.

“We said we’ll see how this date goes and then decide what to do next.” Makoto reminded them.

“True.” Morgana hummed thoughtfully, “But Akira was smiling. I don’t think I’ve seen him smile like that before, so I figure he’s enjoying himself.”

“It sounds like we don’t need to hover around anymore.” Yusuke nodded.

“Well.” Ryuji rubbed the back of his neck, “Guess that means we don’t need to supervise anymore, eh?”

“Sounds about right,” Makoto replied.

“Then, we should head back home. Or…” Ann fiddled with her hair, “Since we’re all here and have already cleared our schedule for this, maybe we could just hang around and have fun ourselves?”

“Ooh, sounds like a marvelous idea, Lady Ann!”

“I’ll take you up on that offer.” Yusuke smiled.

“Oh, I will, too.” Makoto’s face grew a bit reddish with a pleased blush.

“Well then, it’s settled.” Ryuji grinned, “Let’s go get some ramen!”

Their phones chimed then.

Futaba: hey! Futaba: you better get me some snacks! Futaba: can’t have you all having fun without me! Futaba: and send pictures! Futaba: or I’ll send pictures of me hogging all of Sojiro’s curry!

And so, the Thieves dropped their plans for constant surveillance of Akira’s and Kobayashi’s meet-ups. Well, except for one time when they had to get back to the observation for a more light-hearted reason.

It was when Haru joined, and it had already felt like watching over Akira on one of his dates with Kobayashi was an initiation of sorts for new members, so they took Haru with them when they knew for sure Akira was planning to go on a date with Kobayashi.

“Oh, Aki-kun has a girlfriend?” Haru cocked her head to the side, eyes wide in wonder, “And she’s not a member of the Thieves? Huh…”

“Is something the matter?” Ann asked when Haru’s expression changed into one of confusion.

“Well, I didn’t think Aki-kun would date someone who isn’t in the know, because that means he’ll be keeping such an important secret from them and all, so…” Haru ducked her head, “Don’t mind what I just said, please, I’m just new here so I probably don’t know the whole story.”

“Well, as far as I know,” Makoto started, placing a comforting hand on Haru’s shoulder, “Kobayashi initially approached Akira to discuss his probation with him, so it’s not like she thinks she’s getting involved with a regular high school student.”

“Besides that,” Morgana added, “We don’t know if she caught onto him or not, as we don’t know what they talk about, we did stop out surveillance eventually, after all.”

Futaba snickered, “You just say that because none of you has access to his phone.” Her eyes gleamed wickedly, “But I do. And do you know what that means? I know some interesting things about this so called Kobayashi that will shock you so much. Mwehehehehehe.”

The Thieves exchanged fond looks over Futaba’s head, and Ryuji snorted, “Please, I don’t want to hear anything about any exchanged nudes or sexting.”

Futaba pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, “There were more nudes than you’d expect, but I don’t think they’re the type of nudes you’re thinking of.”

Silence.

“Futaba,” Ann and Yusuke both started at the same time.

“There is no need to talk of such a topic.”

“Do you have copies?”

Ryuji face-palmed, “Dude, what did we say about nudes?”

“Shh! Quiet down!” Morgana hissed, “There is Kobayashi.”

The group subtly turned their heads to observe Kobayashi.

“It’s strange, but I miss the cute outfits from the first couple of dates,” Ann mused.

“The formal clothes seem to fit her more, though,” Makoto interjected.

“Both styles hold their appeal,” Yusuke added, “Though I agree with Ann and would like to see Kobayashi indulge in more informal wear.”

Ryuji raised his face to the sky, “I can’t believe they’re having this discussion.”

Futaba merely chuckled lowly, and Haru smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to act in the situation. Morgana just sighed.

“When will Aki-kun arrive?”

Futaba shrugged and checked her phone, “He shouldn’t be far from here. Should arrive at any moment now.”

Hearing what Futaba said, the group settled down more comfortably to wait for Akira.

A minute later, a figure approached Kobayashi, but it wasn’t Akira. It was a girl around their age, with short, dark hair combed messily to one side while pinned on the other with a few star-shaped hair clips, dark eyes with long lashes, red lips, a long-sleeved white turtleneck with a short-sleeved black and red hoodie on top of it, a short dark red skirt, black tights, smoky gray high heeled boots, and very nice legs.

The new, mysterious girl then sat down next to Kobayashi and practically pressed herself to Kobayashi’s side. Kobayashi’s face flared red, but she didn’t do anything to disentangle herself from the other girl.

They could see Kobayashi cough into her hand and try to will down her blush before she leaned into the girl and started to talk to her. The girl grinned wickedly and said something in response. Whatever she said, it caused Kobayashi to shake her head with a fond smile on her face.

And then Kobayashi grabbed a hold of the girl’s chin and kissed her. Right on the lips.

Ryuji was out of his seat and standing in front of the two girls before he realized it, the Thieves scrambling to catch up to him.

The two girls blinked up at him in confusion.

“You!” Ryuji pointed accusingly at Kobayashi, whose confusion seemed to increase, “What are you doing getting it on with another girl?! Aren’t you Akira’s girlfriend?!”

Behind Ryuji, Futaba seemed to have started snickering again.

Kobayashi raised an unimpressed eyebrow, “To think you all are that dense…” She drawled, and Ryuji bristled.

The other girl waved a hand, “Ryuji, it’s alright.”

The voice…

Her voice was…

“Akira?” Makoto asked in disbelief.

Akira (?) nodded in confirmation, “I was promised a kiss if I showed off in public.”

“Um.” Ann raised a hand, “That’s. You look very comfortable in your outfit it can’t be your first time doing something like this.”

Akira shrugged, “It’s not. I’ve done it plenty of times before I came to Tokyo, I just didn’t think I’ll be able to do it again in here, what with my probation and all. But then I met, hah, Kobayashi.” Akira sent a smirk Kobayashi’s way, and she merely fluttered her eye lashes at him flirtatiously.

“Those comments about the height and chest suddenly make a lot more sense,” Makoto muttered under her breath, “If one considers that Akira was talking about crossdressing and laying low but… why would he say that to Kobayashi?”

“Make a guess,” Kobayashi said, tone challenging.

“You’re a crossdresser as well,” Makoto said, eyes wide, “But that means tha-“ Her eyes widened as her jaw dropped from shock.

“Wait, that means what?” Ryuji asked, looking miffed.

Futaba wheezed from behind him.

“Are you alright, Futaba-chan?” Haru asked worriedly, and Futaba gasped.

“I’m fine. Just. Laughed too hard.”

“You knew,” Yusuke noted.

“Of course she did.” Kobayashi shook her head with slight annoyance, “She has both Akira and Leblanc bugged, how wouldn’t she?”

“Um,” Ann interjected, “But who are you?”

Kobayashi leveled her with a flat stare, “I guess I shouldn’t have expected you to guess, after all this is supposed to serve as a disguise,” Kobayashi responded, her voice different, but still so very familiar.

“Ah!”

“AKE-!” Ryuji’s exclamation was cut off midway by Haru slapping a hand over his mouth.

“Akechi-san.” Yusuke nodded.

“Got it in one,” The crossdressing Detective Prince replied dryly.

End

#persona 5 #p5 #shuake #kurusu akira #sakamoto ryuji #takamaki ann #kitagawa yusuke #morgana #p5 morgana #niijima makoto #sakura futaba #okumura haru #akechi goro #time to put on your uniform (and accidentally snag a boyfriend)

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rururinchan · 7 years

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Fall of the Champions (Part 1)

@paladinsheadcanons

Heya! Finally posting part one of that fic following the Seris teaser. It’s pretty much 100% angst, and Zhin-centric, and after that I’m taking a break from writing Zhin (hey mods if you have anyone you want me to write for let me know :D).

Okay anyway...this ended up waaay too long so I had no choice but to split it up...on the bright side, SUSPENSE. :3 Have fun reading my favourite mods. (Seriously though don’t hate me after this.)

Fire was everywhere. Smoke and embers filled the air around them. The buildings of the Paladins base had been reduced to nothing but rubble, destroyed by the onslaught of explosions that no one had been able to see coming.

Zhin was on the run, Sha Lin and Ying behind him, as they dodged the army of armored soldiers that had charged their way into the main base, tearing everything they could apart, shooting and burning everything else. It had been nothing less than devastating, and as much as Zhin wanted to fight back, to get revenge on those bastards that dared to attack the place he had come to accept as a home, he knew it would be suicide to fight. They had no choice but to run.

It had been a simple evening, everyone just gathering to celebrate Zhin’s first full year of being a Paladin. Nobody had expected an attack of any sort.

Everyone had split up after the attack started, Skye giving them all cover as they left the main building with her Smoke Bombs, fortunately without their usual match limitations. They'd agreed to take the hidden flank routes throughout the base to get to their emergency bunker in the woods not far from the base, but without the time to properly plan any sort of group compositions though, it was far too likely that their groups were completely unbalanced and vulnerable. Zhin, unfortunately, found himself in that exact situation. As much as he cared for both Sha Lin and Ying, the three of them were amongst the worst Paladins to be caught in a swarm of enemies. They had to make sure to avoid any such fight if possible.

“Come on, this way!” Zhin whispered urgently as they hurried from corner to corner, Zhin silently praying to the gods that they wouldn't be found. He led the two into a small corridor of one of the few remaining, smaller buildings left in the area, taking them through a narrow passageway.

“Doesn't this lead right to the open arena? That place is too open, we'll be too exposed if we go there!” Sha Lin questioned, his voice slightly shaking. His panic was obvious, and Zhin could also see that while Ying said nothing, the way she was holding her mirror close to her chest, a defensive habit she always seemed to have, was enough proof that she felt the same as Sha Lin did. Zhin grunted in frustration, unable to think of anything to say to quell their concerns.

“There is another passage Skye and I often use along there.” He told them instead, “It leads directly to the woods, and it’s the route the others would most likely take as well. If we make it past the arena area we'll be able to reach it and escape, as well as hopefully meet up with the rest.”

“Zhin that's a really risky move. Are you sure about this?” Sha Lin asked, the uncertainty in his eyes clear as day. Zhin frowned, part of him wanting to yell at Sha Lin for not trusting him, but he controlled himself.

“I've taken this route often and know the way through and through. We can make it if we're fast enough.” He answered with a slight grunt. Sha Lin frowned now, still looking horribly unsure, but before he could say anything Ying spoke.

“Please, we have to try. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can rejoin our friends and find a way to fight back.” She said, a determined glint in her eyes despite her evident uncertainty from earlier. Sha Lin looked at her, his doubt still clearly present in his expression, but after a moment, he sighed and turned back to Zhin.

“Okay, let’s go then.” He said. Zhin nodded, and all three of them readied their weapons just in case they did end up needing to fight back instantly.

They reached the end of the passageway within a minute, and Zhin carefully approached the door. He could hear the sounds of the battle raging on outside, and he felt his stomach turn when he realized how similar the sounds of destruction had been during his time as the Master of the Thousand Hands. A sense of guilt and shame washed over him, but now wasn't the time for that.

“Are you ready?” He asked the two behind him. He noticed Sha Lin gripping his bow tighter, and Ying’s floating mirror trembling ever so slightly, but neither of them let the fear show on their faces anymore, giving Zhin a firm nod each.

“Very well. Do not fall back. Just keep moving and follow me.” Zhin instructed, receiving more nods of acknowledgement in response. With that clear, Zhin took a deep breath, and threw open the door.

Without wasting a second Zhin rushed out of the passageway and into the midst of a fearsome battle. There seemed to be hundreds of soldiers, all wielding a variety of deadly weapons, dressed head to toe in brilliant red and gold armor. Zhin’s blood went icy cold. He knew those colours. He knew who was attacking.

“Move!” Zhin hissed, urging them to move faster. Now that he knew who the army belonged to, he knew more than ever that they had to escape no matter what. However, that was when things truly went wrong.

“THERE HE IS!” One of the soldiers suddenly screamed, “THERE’S THE TYRANT!”

A thunderous wave of battle cries rang out, and all at once, it seemed like every soldier in the vicinity came rushing at them.

“Oh no!” Ying exclaimed as they continued to run, now desperate to reach their destination, but with the sheer number of soldiers present, it seemed impossible to escape.

Then...a familiar voice rang out.

“Good Night~!”

Darkness fell over everything as Midnight engulfed the battlefield, even around Zhin’s group. Wherever Maeve was, she must’ve been close. Before Zhin could call out though, two more Ultimate calls were heard.

“Bringing out the big guns!”

“Here’s the wind-up!”

The sound of Ruckus and Bolt’s powerful Hexafire was unmistakable. Cries of agony from the enemy forces were heard, and amongst those sounds Zhin would hear the fierce firing of Buck’s Buck Wild Ultimate as well. They were pushing back the soldiers greatly, and, intentionally or not, giving Zhin’s group an opening to escape.

“Hurry, now’s our chance!” Zhin yelled at Sha Lin and Ying, running forward.

“W-Wait! What about Ruckus and Buck!?” Ying called, following behind but still looking over in the direction of the sounds of heavy machine gun fire.

“We can’t take jump into that Ying! We have to…!” Sha Lin was shouting back, but just in that moment, the darkness cleared. In his shock, Zhin looked back at the battle, and his eyes widened in horror as he saw Buck make a fatal mistake, using Heroic Leap straight into the air just as Maeve’s Midnight ended.

“Buck! NOOO!” Ying screamed as Buck was quickly shot down from the air, his cry of pain instantly silenced when he hit the ground with a sickening thud, unmoving and bleeding heavily.

“NO!” Sha Lin exclaimed as well, and both of them immediately tried to run for him, but Zhin seized Sha Lin by the arm, his other hand unfortunately still occupied with his sword, rendering him unable to hold Ying back as well.

“You can’t! It’s too dangerous!” He yelled, yanking a struggling Sha Lin back, “Ying! YING COME BACK!”

His calls seemed to fall on deaf ears. Ying dashed into the fight, placing Illusion after Illusion and shattering them all immediately, shooting anyone else in her path as she tried to make it to Buck’s fallen form, but she wasn’t able to do much on her own. Even with Ruckus and Bolt there providing her cover fire, there were too many soldiers for her to take on, even after their allies’ Ultimates massacred the majority of them.

Zhin cursed, releasing Sha Lin and rushing after her himself using Whirl, refusing to let Ying die as well. With the number of soldiers drastically decreased, they might have a chance of escape if he got her out in time. Sha Lin had Withdrawn, going into stealth, and only the few random bodies dropping dead from unseen arrows gave any indication of his location.

“Time to die Tyrant!” Someone shouted behind Zhin all of a sudden, and Zhin turned quickly, immediately activating Billow to avoid a strike from a soldier wielding a massive broadsword. The force of the blow was enough to crack the stone floors of the arena, an Zhin cursed internally at how close he came to being brutally cut in half.

The soldier was far from done though. With a war cry, he chased after Zhin as he tried to fall back, raising his weapon again as Billow faded out. But before he could strike, the soldier was tackled with the full force of Ruckus’s Advance.

“Take that ya whackjob!” Ruckus yelled as Bolt rapidly shot at point-blank range. The soldier dropped dead at once, and Zhin quickly shouted a thanks at the duo, before he turned back towards Ying, who was now using Dimensional Link over and over in a frantic attempt to avoid the gunfire, but her movements had gotten predictable.

“Ying!” Zhin exclaimed as he forced his legs to run, wildly slashing at anything in his way, “Ying get out of there!”

His warning was futile. One soldier dashed to one of Ying’s remaining Illusions, and the moment she teleported over, the soldier fired her gun.

“YING!!” Zhin shouted, fury and horror building in him as he watched the bullet pierce through the corner of Ying’s mirror, and Ying let out a piercing scream of pain as the glass on her vessel cracked.

“HAA!!” Zhin charged at the soldier with Spite, letting his rage take over for a brief moment, as his Ultimate decimated the soldier's form. Maeve Prowled into sight, covered in blood, her eyes wild as she ran straight for Ying, who had collapsed.

“Ying! Ying no!” Maeve cried as she dropped to Ying’s side. Ying was fortunately still alive, but even from a distance Zhin could see that her form was distorted, and parts of her body had cracked like her mirror.

“Let's get you out of here!” Maeve exclaimed as Zhin watched her quickly snatch up Ying’s damaged mirror and Ying herself, before dragging her to who knows where. Zhin grunted as he turned his attention back to the fight, knowing that if anyone could find an escape it was Maeve. He had to trust that she would get Ying to safety.

“You will all pay for what you've done!” Zhin declared, ignoring the small voice in his mind telling him to retreat. These soldiers had crossed the line. Zhin was going to make sure it cost them.

More death to come. ;)

#paladins champions of the realm #paladins #paladins fic #zhin #angst #dont kill me #my writing

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multimask · 5 years

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Session 8, Rundown

They're Coming to Take Me Away

Ha-haaa, they're coming to take me away ho-ho hee-hee ha-haaa, to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time, And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats, and they're coming to take me away ha-haaa … ANYWAY

(slight tw for NPC suicide, briefly mentioned)

((Sorry this took so long, would have gotten this up last night but hit a mental block about halfway through my session notes. But now it’s typed! It’s done!))

Where to start, where to start... Right.

The pilgrim woman we had talked to at the end of last session had just scampered away, and we had the day to ourselves. Just an ordinary, regular day in a strange town with pilgrims spreading their word and trying to convince people - especially those with children - to go visit the monastery. We swing by Aggie's place to check in with her and to let her know that we were planning on heading out to the monastery. If something went horribly wrong and we didn't return, at least someone would know where we'd gone. After some deliberation and what if'ing about the pilgrims & the plague, we come up with a general plan of action and then the party splits up.

Poppy and Elias (aka the "power bottom duo" according to the DM) go talk to some of the regular townsfolk to warn them away from taking the pilgrimage, and they also swing by the local temple. There, they talk to the priest to inform them about the pilgrims and whatnot. The area has been generally quiet, though some troops passed through heading roughly North-East. After leaving the temple, the two see a pilgrim talking to a young couple and they go politely intervene & let the couple know something was up with the pilgrims and their pilgrimage and to not go.

River, Ren, and Soliana go to find the woman we ran into that morning, or at least one of the pilgrims with a similar emotional footprint to ask them what was up. Turns out, we found her and three other similarly grief- or terror-stricken pilgrims at the tavern, and the woman had easily three or four empty tankards scattered around her. She was *drunk*. Instead of going to talk to her, we catch the attention of two pilgrims - a wood elf and a human - sitting together and talk to them.

From them, we learn that the monastery is about a day's travel or less away and try to make general small talk like we were interested in going. The elf offers up a very factual version of events and offers no personal opinions or experiences about the monastery or pilgrimage, which is odd. Ren sends the elf a mental message and tries to tell him that everything's alright & he can speak freely with us. At this, the elf freaks out and states that he doesn't like people messing with his head. Soliana sends Ren outside, and the elf appears to calm back down a little. Around this time, Poppy and Elias return to the tavern and find Ren standing outside peering in one of the windows. The wood elf starts to say that no harm comes to those who go when the woman we'd been talking to earlier interrupts.

Like I said earlier, she was *wasted*, and she clearly did not give any fucks about anything anymore. She starts to tell the tavern that "they take them, invite families, and the children are -" *SNAP* Her brain stem is cut. She slumps over, dead. In the middle of the tavern.

River tells the room to clear out, and it does. Then Poppy and Ren enter the tavern to join River and Soliana. We inform the barkeep that this needs to get cleaned up quickly, Ren worries that destroying the head won't fully ensure that the woman wouldn't return as a zombie of some sort, so - despite protestations - Poppy hefts her warhammer and slams it down on both head and chest. Needless to say, this spatters blood *everywhere* and Poppy immediately sets about to cleaning up the mess. The poor barkeep tells us to not come back after we leave town...

Soliana watches Poppy clean for about 20 minutes before pulling out the Wand of Mom'ery and aiding the efforts, making sure to be on the exact opposite edge of the mess as Poppy at all times.

The wood elf takes off towards the woods, and River, Ren, and Elias chase after. At one point, they almost lose him when he ducks behind a tree. The three of them round the tree and discover him dead with his throat slit and the bloody dagger fallen from his hand next to him. Ren's had his spirit-vision on and the elf's spirit is sucked off to the North *very* quickly. The trio take care of his body, burying it off in the woods, and then return to town.

We set off towards the monastery that day, instead of the next morning like we'd originally planned. Since Poppy was a large part of why we left town early, we made sure that she took a watch. And since things seemed to keep happening during River's watch, they opted to not take a watch that night. As it was, the night passed thankfully uneventfully.

Tredas, 21 of Baerust

Next morning, we continue on to the monastery and make it there by roughly midday. The monastery itself is a lighter grey stone and made in a very blocky architectural style, and there are some people entering in the front door. We briefly discuss who, if anyone, would go through the front and who would sneak around for another door. Ren and Poppy end up going through the front door, since Poppy wouldn't have been able to sneak very well with full plate armor (though, she's been very good at rolling 15+ with disadvantage...). While Soliana, River, and Elias are skirting around the monastery to a back way in, they are ambushed by small thorny sprites who chitter "your friends are gonna die in there!" before sticking the three with thorns.

(Here, we bounced between the combat outside and the events inside at the end of every round of combat. Very cool during the session, a bit hard for to narrate well. I'll go through the inside events first, and then catch up with combat once the two groups somewhat meet back up - the two groups don’t truly rejoin by the end of the session)

Once Ren and Poppy enter and all the pilgrims are gathered, a man in a golden mask addresses the room and welcomes them to the Gathering of Unity. He then asks for everyone to give up their weapons before entering the ceremony room, promising that they'll be returned afterwards. Poppy very reluctantly gives up her warhammer while Ren pretends to be blind in order to keep Poppy's quarterstaff as a walking stick. One guy tries to sneak in a dagger, but is caught. We all immediately take a liking to "knife guy/dude/boy" (oh the fun of players taking a shining to NPCs the DM didn't name ahead of time lol).

The door to the ritual room is a giant mural with a hidden mechanism in the work. After everyone is in the ritual room, which is just a small room with four or five rows of pews and an alter/podium/lectern thing, the door is shut and Golden Mask explains why they're here and what's going to happen. Thanks to the Goddess for her gifts, we must give her an offering, yadda yadda yadda, typical religious spiel. He then asks the five or so children in the room to step forward and collect what offerings everyone has brought. After collecting the offerings, Golden Mask says that the Goddess will be pleased with the donations and would the children please follow one of the silver masked guards to take the offerings to the proper room.

Once the children have left the main room, and the ritual begins. Golden Mask requests that everyone holds hands and that those in the aisles hold their hand out. Magic mumbo jumbo happens, and his gloved hands started to glow a golden magenta light. He passes down the central aisle, touching each outstretched hand as he goes, returns to the front of the room, then shouts a word in whatever strange language he was speaking for the ritual. The light washes over the room, and he addresses everyone in Common.

They are to not speak of the children who are now gone, and they are to go to new different locations to spread the word of this glorious pilgrimage. The people are to not even *think* about defying the Gathering, or else. At this an elf pipes up in anger questioning what the hell was going on here. He gets blasted. Anyone else want to try and defy us? Please, let us know so we can take care of you now. Oh, and don't worry about the children, they've already been taken care of.

During this whole ritual, River, Elias, and Soliana were taking care of the thorny little fey that attacked them outside. They manage to finish them off right before the golden magenta light pours from the temple. River and Soliana aren't looking too great, but the three go rush around to the courtyard and drop in over the wall. The door to the inside of the temple is unlocked, so they go through and find themselves in the main entrance room. Looking around the room, there's the giant mural, which Soliana quickly figures out is the door, and the chests full of people's weapons - including Poppy's warhammer. The trio scoop up some of the weapons and open the mural.

While the other three were finding their way inside the monastery, the masked robed figures leave the ritual room through a back door and tell those elft not to follow. Ren and Poppy debate whether or not to follow him, and end up going after once knife dude - now named Clement - goes after. Down the hallway, it starts to become more natural caverns. Around a corner, they see shadows cast on a wall of some figures holding a conversation, a little of which they overhear. Golden Mask had apparently not sent the children where they were supposed to be sent, and a higher-up was not happy with this. There's some name drops and a revealing of a third party in this whole Gathering of Unity situation before the conversation ends. An undead orc walks by the hallway that Clement, Poppy, and Ren were hiding in, and he continues down another passage way. Golden Mask returns to the ritual room, not spotting the three in the hallway as he does so.

It's at about that time that Soliana opens the mural. Golden Mask is not too happy to see that the door is open. He tells the gathered that the dealings have gotten "us" in trouble with higher powers, that the children will likely be killed within the day, and asks one of the silver masks to close the door. Hearing that childrens' lives are in danger, Soliana slips into the room - there was no way to do that unseen, but she didn't care - and River and Elias dive after. The door is closed, silver mask leaves the room, Golden Mask drops the mass geas spell that was on the people, and fireballs the room.

River and Soliana were not doing well after the fight outside and go down, and many of the pilgrims don't fare much better. Ren wants to keep going down the tunnels to find the children, but Poppy is being magically compelled to return to the ritual room (gotta love throwaway lines coming back with fey nonsense - "I would die for you" well now's your chance to prove it lmao).

And there we ended the session with two players down, one of them being one point away from insta-death...

#isa babble #session notes #nix's misadventures #soliana's misadventures #oh dear #um #well #that was quite the session #and apparently we start the next one with a cut scene????#dm what #i *think* my brain's settled enough to deal with the fallout of that?#mulling over events i'm pretty sure that Candle would not have jumped into the room and had slightly better self preservation skills #but children were in danger so #lmao rational thought #our dm also has been naming all of our sessions #and is the reason for the lyrics at the start #bc that's all i can think of when i hear that line

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