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lou-struck · 8 months

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Golden Touch

Mammon x reader

~A cursed piece of Grimm gives Mammon what he has always wanted, but there is a price.

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: Mention of Mammon potentially being dangerous to the reader, a bit of crying but it's sweet I promise.

a/n: Another Prompt that I was placed into a folder and forgotten about!

It has been a long yet rewarding day of volunteering at the animal shelter with Satan. In preparation for an upcoming adoption event, the two of you got to pet and socialize with dozens of cats who are looking to find a new fur-ever home.

You feel like you are covered head to toe in enchanted car hair, but it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. The day was long but definitely rewarding.

“Oh my, there it is,” Satan says, walking over to a side table by the front door and holding up his leather-bound wallet. The lucky cat keychain you bought for him swings happily from the bottom of it. Earlier today, he was so excited to join you on your day out that he forgot to bring it with him. “That’s odd; all my Grimm is still here,” he murmurs.

“What is so strange about that?” you ask, peeking over his shoulder. “That’s a good thing, right?”

He raises his brows and counts through his Grimm again with a Frown. “Normally, it would be a good thing, but Mammon has been home with my unattended wallet for hours, and there is nothing missing.” He states as if it were obvious. “He must be up to something.”

“But he didn’t take anything; maybe he is trying to be better.”

Your optimism brings a soft smile to the Avatar of Wrath’s face, “Sometimes, Mc, you are too trusting for your own good. It’s going to get you in trouble one of these days.”

Before you can respond to Satan, your DDD chimes from your pocket. “Who is it?” he asks, watching as you pull out the device.

“It’s from Mammon,” you say, reading the message. “He says he wants me to come to his room as soon as I can.

With your time being stolen away from him so quickly, Satan’s brow twitches in annoyance, but he doesn’t object. “He is probably up to something shady,” he warns. “Don’t let him drag you into one of his stupid schemes.”

“No worries,” you say brightly, tucking your DDD into your waistband, “He probably is just bored.” Giving the blond demon one last smile, you head off down the hallway toward Mammon’s room.

As you walk, you ignore the sense of unease in your gut.

One that tells you that this already long day is going to only get longer.

You arrive outside Mammon’s door, knowing how embarrassed the Avatar of Greed got the last time you poked your head into his room without announcing your presence, making sure to knock loudly.

“Come get in here, you silly human,” you hear Mammon’s muffled voice call from inside. “And shut the door behind you.” You shake your head with an amused sigh; of course, Mammon seems to be up to something. You place your hand on the golden doorknob and twist it until the door clicks open.

Wait, golden?

Since when has Mammon had a golden Doorknob?

But as you step fullying into Mammon’s room, the little doorknob is soon pushed from your mind when you glance around at the once-familiar bedroom. His stereo system, his sports car, and even each ball on his pool table are made of solid gold. Everything is golden and glowing. The rich glare is so intense you have to squint your eyes just to make your way across the floor.

“Do ya like what I have done to the place?” Mammon calls, lounging on his solid gold mattress.

“Mammon, what is all this?” you ask curiously. “What did you do to your room?”

“I just made some improvements.” he grins, flashing you a pearly white smile, “Check this out, Mc.”

His hand goes toward a still normal-looking snowglobe that rests on his bedside table; before you can object, he grabs it, and the whole thing instantly turns to solid gold. “Pretty cool, huh?”

“Mammon, how did this happen?” you ask in disbelief. Mammon’s initial enthusiasm for what can only be a curse is concerning. He really looks like he has the Midas Touch.

He just smiles and takes a piece of Grimm off of his nightstand. “I was walking home, and I found this Grimm on the road. I picked it up, and once I got back to my room, everything I touched with my bare hands turned to gold.” He flips the coin into the air playfully before placing it into his stiff golden jacket pocket. “Do you know what this means?”

“That you’re cursed?” you answer plainly.

“No, It means we are going to be rich.” he grins, an excited blush appearing on his cheeks. “We can have all the gold we want with this power; I can take ya out and spoil ya anytime you want; the only thing is I need to find something to cover my hands with when I’m eating.”

“Has that been an issue?” you ask, wondering why he seems so unbothered by this curse.

“Yea, I accidentally turned my cup of ramen into gold earlier.” he sniffs, looking over at the golden container on his coffee table. “At first, it was pretty annoying, but then I realized I could buy as much ramen as I wanted now. Honestly, I can buy anything I want.” His eyes shine with eagerness, and you can only imagine what kind of lavish plans are going through his head.

It’s hard to reason with him when he is this excited. You know you’re going to be the one who asks Lucifer to break this curse for him before he accidentally hurts someone. “How did you even message me?” you ask, looking down at his still-normal DDD.

“I used the voice typing thing Levi uses when he is playing those games,” he smirks, sliding his now useless sunglasses off of his head where they rest upon his white hair like a crown. Their golden lenses are impossible to see out of. “You gotta admit, this is a power worthy of the Great Mammon.”

“As far as curses go, I do admit this is very you.” you giggle, “But do you really want to stay this way forever?”

“Why not?” he asks, “I’ll never have to worry about being short on Grimm ever again.” his blue eyes sparkle dreamily at the statement. He is so caught up in his fantasies you know that you’ll have a hard time bringing him back to reality by yourself.

“That’s true,” you agree, the wheels in your head cranking up a plan to get Mammon to want to break the curse. “But could we go to Lucifer and just make sure that this curse doesn’t have any weird catch…”

Your words cause a momentary flicker of fear to flash across his face. “What do ya mean by catch?”

“Just like a side effect,” you shrug nonchalantly, “You know, like every time you turn something into gold, you lose a bit of your hair or something like that.”

His eyes immediately dart to his reflection in the mirror as he looks for any signs of magical balding, finding none. He breathes a deep sigh of relief. “Yer pretty smart for a human, I knew there was a reason I kept ya around.”

“The only reason?” you tease, stepping out into the hallway, “I really thought I meant something to you.”

“N-not the only reason.” He stammers, cheeks flushing a deep red as he stumbles after you, His hands brushing along the wall as he walks, leaving a trail of gold in his wake.

Lucifer sits at his desk, a blank expression on his face as Mammon tells him everything about his little Midas Touch problem, but he truly doesn’t have much to explain after accidentally turning Lucifer’s Record player to gold. For your own safety, Lucifer has you standing on the opposite side of the room from his brother. At least he sees the danger in this current situation.

“That is all very interesting, Mammon, but I’ll need to inspect that Grimm you found to truly understand the effects of the curse.” He says, his voice is steady, but there is a look of tired annoyance in his eyes.

“My Grimm?” Mammon repeats defensively. “Yer gonna give it back r~” he is cut off by a menacing glare from the Avatar of Pride that has him pulling the coin out of his pocket and dropping it on the desk.

With gloved hands, Lucifer analyzes the Grimm; there is a strange flow of magic radiating off the coin as he works. Mammon shifts nervously in his standing position as he watches the dark-haired demon mutter incantations under his breath.

“There, now, was that so difficult?” Lucifer smirks, tossing the coin back to Mammon teasingly. “from what I can tell, your curse is to simply turn whatever you touch with your bare hands into gold. And it is breakable. If you wish for it to be broken, then it will fade away on its own.”

Mammon laughs boldly in his brother’s face, “Why would I ever want to give this up?”

Lucifer’s crimson gaze lands on you so briefly that, at first, you thought you were just imagining it before giving Mammon his full attention. A devilish lift to his lips. “Because, so long as you continue to feed this curse, you are forbidden to have any sort of contact with Mc.”

Mammon’s jaw drops comically fast as he registers Lucifer’s declaration. “Wh-what do ya mean I can’t be around MC?” he asks. “It’s not like m’ gonna turn’ em to gold.”

“You very well could, Mammon,” Lucifer frowns. “And we both care about them too much to put them at risk.”

Mammon looks distressed as he looks quickly between you and his brother. His eyes turn glassier by the second “B-but I could wear gloves or somethin. Please, Mc, ya trust the Great Mammon, right?”

“Mammon, gloves can rip.” you say solemnly, “I understand that if you are going to be happy with your new power, I can no longer be a part of your life.” with Mammon’s full attention on you, Lucifer sends you a knowing look. You are playing your part well, albeit a bit dramatic.

He’s quiet for a moment as he looks down at his hands, his brow furrowed as he weighs his decisions, a life full of endless riches and a few golden inconveniences, or you, the kind human who has stolen his heart.

There is only one real option for the Avatar of Greed.

“Ahhhh damn it, don’t look at me like that, Mc,” he cries, “Just break the curse, Lucifer.”

Pleased at Mammon’s decision, Lucifer struggles to hide his affection for his brother. Having placed the cursed coin in the Avatar of Greeds path earlier to teach him a lesson. A soft silver light radiates from Mammon’s tanned hands, dispelling the curse’s magic trend into nothingness. Any objects that he had turned into gold return to their normal forms as the magic is wiped away.

There goes Mammon’s plan of selling whatever he had turned earlier.

When the light fades, Mammon carefully touches the arm of one of Lucifer’s office chairs; instead of turning gold, it remains in its perfectly polished state. “It’s gone?”

“Obviously,” Lucifer replies. Although he doesn’t show it, he is happy that Mammon made the right choice. In fact, he is proud of his brother. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have much work to do, and you are only a hindrance to my progress.”

“Fine, we were leaving anyways,” Mammon huffs, striding across the room, taking your hand with his, and leading you out the office door. As the Avatar of Greed guides you away, you glance back at Lucifer and shoot him a knowing smile that he slyly reciprocates.

Now back in Mammon’s less golden bedroom, he has yet to let go of your hand. His eyes are fixated on how comfortably your fingers are intertwined. “Are we just going to stand here?” you tease, slowly pulling your hand away from his.

Greedy as ever, he is reluctant to let go of your warm skin, “Hey, I gave up a lot to hold yer hand.” he pouts, his cheeks turning a deep red as he looks at you. He closes whatever space that was between the two of you and pulls you in for a tight hug. “B-but I had to do it; I knew how much you would miss getting to hug the Great Mammon.”

You know he’s projecting; you saw it on his face back in the office. All that vibrato about how he wanted to keep the power was just an act. As much as he hates to admit it, Mammon is clingy; he needs touch and reassurance to make him feel loved.

Not just from you but from all his brothers,

When he is not dragging you across the Devildom, he looks the most content when Asmodeus is touching up the polish on his fingernails, Supporting a sleeping Belphie with his shoulder on the sofa, or Bumping shoulder with Levi trying to break his concentration during a game of Devil-Kart.

“I was going to miss you,” you murmur into his shoulder. “I’m glad you chose to break the curse.”

His breath hitches as he squeezes you tighter. He trembles softly as a few teardrops land on your head.

“Me too.”

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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The Bright Side S01E03: Brace Yourselves

S01E02

Steve was watching some mindless tv when El came through the front door, bags in hand from the mall.

"Someone was busy", Steve commented as she placed them right on the coffee table.

"I went to the mall!", she exclaimed, exuberant.

"Clearly. Whatjda get?"

"I got some shirts, some new scrunchies, I'm basically revamping my whole wardrobe. Max said I should've when we moved."

Steve nodded along as he watched her take more stuff out of bags. He noticed two new bracelets on her left wrist. And then another two on the other.

"New accessory?"

"Some guy at a kiosk was selling them. And I couldn't say no."

"You gotta be careful around those kiosk guys. They're ruthless", Steve said. "Remember when me and Robin worked at a keychain kiosk?"

El got a haunted look in her eyes. "I'd never seen her so aggressively nice. But they're cute right?"

"Yeah. Cute. Just make sure you avoid their eyes. We kiosk folk can smell weakness."

"Aren't you working at a gas station now?"

"Once a kiosk guy, always a kiosk guy."

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"You're still wearing that?", Max asked when El showed up to school with one of the four bracelets she had bought that weekend.

"I think it's a nice bracelet. And I don't have a ton of accessories."

"You know what that means? More mall time", Max decided.

"Hey El", Mike greeted. "Nice bracelet."

"Thanks", El blushed.

"Yeah, I really like the color, uh green."

"Smooth", Will rolled his eyes.

"Maybe I'll get more. They've got a ton of colors", El beamed.

"Cool", Mike said.

"Cool", she said.

"Okay, since we're all cool, how's about we get to class?", Lucas cut in before either one could trip over their words.

"I'm right behind you", Will said.

The bell rang and the whole group went into their classroom. El was determined to get more bracelets if Mike liked them so much.

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After school, Jim and Hopper were in the living room, taking some planks out of a box when Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will all walked in without even knocking.

"Hello children who don't live here", Jim greeted.

"Where's El? Didn't she walk home with you guys?", Steve asked.

"No, she said she was gonna stop by the mall before coming back", Dustin said as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"What are you guys doing?", Mike asked.

"Putting together a shelf", Steve answered as he removed the last piece from the box.

Will's eyes narrowed a bit. "Is this because of what my mom said?"

"No/Yes", Jim and Steve both answered at the same time.

"Little Miss Byers seems to think I can't put together a shelf as good as this Bob guy", Jim said, basically contradicting himself.

"It is a pretty nice shelf", Will said. "Now Jonathan had a place for his camera stuff."

"Yeah, well I can beat that", Jim said.

"I don't know", Steve took out the instructions and began looking through it. "This looks...not easy. Where'd you get this thing?"

"New place. Ikea", Jim said as he grabbed one piece. "It's a shelf. I don't need instructions. Just hand me that other piece."

Steve did as he was told and Jim started to hammer away at the shelf parts.

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Meanwhile, El was by the kiosk again, looking at the different selection of rubber bracelets. Not only were there several colors, but many of them combined colors. She wondered what Mike liked other than green. Maybe he'd like blue? Or yellow?

"Please tell me you're not thinking about which one Mike would like", Max said, arms crossed.

"What if I am?"

"He's a boy. And boys don't notice when girls do things for them."

El's face screwed in thought. "Like that time you wore your hair in a ponytail and Lucas didn't say anything?"

"Exactly! I spent like ten minutes getting it just right only for him to not notice! I was in the bathroom forever!"

"10 minutes is forever?"

"It's long enough. And too long for a guy who doesn't notice details. Like Mike."

"Mike noticed today though. Maybe he'll notice a new one. And maybe bracelets can be my thing."

"They most certainly can", said the employee, waiting for the right moment to strike. "These kinds of bracelets can make a statement. But if you want something more versatile..."

Some time later, El came through the door, five bracelets on each wrist and a suspiciously large plastic bag in her hand. All eyes turned towards her.

"...Whatcha got there?", Steve asked.

"Just some...stuff. Whatcha got there?", she gestured to whatever Steve and Jim were doing.

"Building a shelf!", Jim shouted from underneath a pile of shelf pieces.

"You know, eventually", Steve added.

"Why are you guys here?", El asked the boys.

"Enjoying the show", Lucas answered.

"Also, we agreed to hang here after school", Dustin said.

Will nodded. "Yeah what took you so long?"

"I was getting more bracelets."

"Well, we gotta be getting home now", Mike said. "Good luck with the shelf?"

"I don't need luck I'm an expert craftsman", Jim said.

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The next morning, El jingled down the stairs, having evolved from rubber bracelets to beaded ones with charms.

"When Hopper said he needed to put a bell on you, I don't think that's what he meant", Steve said, already in the kitchen getting breakfast together.

"Where is he anyway?", El asked.

Steve pointed through the entryway towards the living room. El poked her head out and saw Jim sitting in his chair, staring pensively at an indescribable arrangement of wood that was supposed to be a shelf. El quietly went back into the kitchen.

"When did he get up?", she whispered.

"I don't think he went to sleep last night", Steve confessed.

El mouthed 'wow' and Steve nodded.

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Steve was in the middle of ringing up a customer while Robin restocked the candy.

"Okay, I've see another bag of Skittles I'm gonna puke the rainbow. Your turn to restock the shelves", she said.

"If I see another shelf I'm gonna puke. And it's not gonna be rainbows", Steve said.

"Your dad still hasn't finished the one he started. Hasn't it been days?"

Like on cue, the phone for the gas station rang. Steve answered it.

"Steve? Come home, I've had a breakthrough. But I need four hands for this."

Steve let out a sigh. "Four whole hands?"

"Today is the day this gets finished. I can feel it."

Jim hung up and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as Robin walked over to the register.

"Uh, hey, isn't that your sister and her friends?"

Steve looked up to see El walking in the direction of home with another heavy looking back, bracelets up to her forearms and a few on her ankles as well. And if his eyes were deceiving him, some threaded friendship bracelets held her hair up. Steve held up a finger.

"One family member break down at a time."

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Steve was aching and tired and Jim was sweating and the shelf was nowhere near being done.

"What are we even building anymore? A bedframe? A tv stand? I can't remember."

"It's a shelf and it's getting done whether it likes it or not", Jim said, holding his hammer threateningly at the object.

"You guys are obsessed", El said from the couch. The bracelets now went up to her elbows, up her calves, and there were even some tied to her belt. Rubber, beaded, threaded, charms and all.

"El...has anyone told you about your bracelets?", Steve asked.

"Mike said he liked my green one."

"Which one?", Jim asked, looking at her like it was his first time seeing her.

"Ummm, it'sss...it's around here somewhere", El said as she looked up and down her arms, moving other bracelets out of the way.

"I think you could stand to lose a few", Steve said.

"But bracelets are my thing!"

"Is not-standing your thing too?", Jim asked.

"I can stand!" El suddenly got to her feet but with her equilibrium off, she teetered before falling back onto the couch. "Well! Can you stand? You've been up for nights trying to build that thing."

Jim immediately shot up to his feet only to just as immediately fall face first onto the ground.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, Hop?"

"I'm callin' it quits with this shelf."

"Okay."

"Steve?"

"Yeah, El?"

"I think I should call it quits with these bracelets."

"Okay."

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"You don't need to ask Mr. Bob to fix it", Jonathan said as he snapped pictures of the mess of pieces. "It's actually a pretty good commentary about progress at the expense of tradition."

"Uh, yeah. Either way, make sure he makes it over here. I want a shelf. Not art", Jim said, swirling his coffee around. "What's happening out there?", he asked, gesturing to the backyard.

"A holy ceremony", Jonathan said cryptically.

All of the kids stood around El and Erica Sinclair.

Lucas stood as an officiator. "Do you, El Hopper, agree to relinquish all ownership over these accessories and transfer all titles?"

"I do", El said.

"And do you, Erica Sinclair, promise to care for these bracelets, so long as they are in your possession?"

"I do", Erica replied.

"Then let the transfer be done", Lucas ordered.

El and Erica shook hands. Then El slid all the bracelets on that arm onto Erica's. She did the same to the other arm. And then pushed a cardboard box with the rest towards her.

"What're you even gonna do with all those?", Dustin asked.

"Turn a profit", Erica said as she picked up the box. "Girl scouts go crazy for these things."

Episode 4

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moonjxsung · 29 days

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star! your message!! i could cry😭😭🥹

thank you for your kind words, i really needed to vent and your response was just so kind💕 you’re the absolute sweetest ever, i mean it. i don’t even know how to respond except thank you so much. it made me feel so much better.

i took your advice and took a nap for the first time in a while (a week, but that’s a lot for me😂) and it made me feel so well. i also went to buy cat litter (the cat mom struggles) and bought a super cute snoopy cap (getting the cheaper stuff for lolla ready until i can get to the most expensive parts). and i watched scream for like the 30th time bc that’s one of my absolute fav comfort films (idky i just find it so witty).

and your global citizen anecdote😭 that must’ve been so stressful at first. i remember that i wanted to go so bad but couldn’t get my schedule to line up. when i found out about the accident i was so worried and stressed too, especially due to my car trauma (lee know not updating had me dying). i’m glad it was just a minor accident and that 3racha performed. it’s so cool that you could see them though!! i watched it live on youtube or something! and jk was so cute too! i’m so happy that you had that experience despite all of the other adversities!

but omg! the felix!!!!! what are the odds! thats literally the best sunshine at nighttime omen (and the world enticing you to be more delulu def). that’s such a sweet story, thanks for sharing it with me🥹

thank you so much for reading me out, it means a lot. i feel a lot better. i send you the biggest hug. all my love for you too💕 take care angel🫶🏻

(this was my pc & holder for the day btwww. disclaimer: when i buy a new purse i literally use it until i can’t stand looking at it so that’s the only one you’ll see in a while😂)

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My angel!!!!! I’m so glad you’re doing a little better 🥹🫶💘 I’m always here if you ever need to vent or get anything off your mind. And I’m so glad you took a nap!!!! I’m so serious naps heal everything I took one yesterday and just simply not being conscious for hours on end is so refreshing it’s like the world resets when you wake up 👼 RAHHHH nap supremacy

Also so so glad you got to watch your comfort movie AND get a little snoopy cap that sounds so cute 🥹🫶 I want to have a comfort movie binge tomorrow and I’m so excited I’ve BEEN due for a good comfort movie binge 💞

I love you sweet angel, I’m so glad I could share some words of comfort with you and I hope you know I’m always rooting for you and that you’re doing absolutely fucking fantastic even if it doesn’t feel like it 💘💕👼 sending you all my love always!!! ALSO YOUR BAG IS SO CUTE AND THE HANJI PC AND THE KEYCHAIN RAHHHH 💕🫶🫶🫶 I ordered Hanji’s magic school pc (and I caved and bought the mini quokka too😭) so he came out with me today and then I swapped him out for my favorite Taemin lomo he’s just so bbg 🎀🥺 I also bought these really cute Care Bears pc holders and they’re SO cute ahhhh I’ll post pics when I take them out with me this week 🫶👼

#🐈‍⬛ anon #ask

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nancypullen · 10 months

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Soggy Solstice

Good thing I didn’t pan to celebrate the summer solstice by dancing nekkid in a meadow or anything because it rained all day. I’m not complaining about that one bit because we really needed the rain. It was a lovely, steady, restful rain - more than a drizzle less than a deluge. I know the gardens were slurping up the water. It almost seems like the very best way to welcome summer, by helping green things flourish. I like it. Because it was a rainy day, I spent most of my time inside. I did do a little porch sittin’ with a good book for a while, but most of my time was in the house. B-O-R-I-N-G. All of that time on my hands and I didn’t get a whole lot done. I puttered. I did make a pot of vegetable soup, did one load of laundry, tidied a bit...and then wasted the day. Oh wait! It wasn’t all wasted - I did a physical therapy session! My insurance offers telehealth PT so I thought I’d take advantage of it for my issues. I signed up, filled out a long form with my ailments, then had a phone call with a physical therapist who set up my program, and they shipped me a kit. Inside the kit was a tablet, some motion sensors that I strap on my chest and my hips, and chargers for all of it. Today was my first session and it was great, I could feel the difference, but....I can’t keep the damn cat from batting at the screen and moving me on to the next exercise. Phoebe was fascinated with the lady on the screen and no matter where I moved it the floor the counter, whatever, she was right there.

This...

looked like this most of the time.

I guess I’ll have to do it in a bedroom with the door locked. Still, it felt great and if it works I’ll be very happy. Even better, my insurance considers this preventative for chronic pain management so it’s FREE. Yippee! Just wait, I’ll be as good as new in no time. Look for me on the streets.

When I tidied up today I wondered if anyone else keeps a basket of reading glasses by their bed.

I don’t wear prescription glasses, but my old lady eyes do get tired by the end of the day. I read in bed so I have a wardrobe of cheap eyeglasses nearby. The last time I had my peepers checked the doctor sort of rolled his eyes at that, but didn’t scold me. I’m terrified of needing glasses. They’re expensive and I know I’d sit on them, drop them, or lose them. I mean, I guess the idea is to keep them on your face so none of that happens, but I’m not taking any chances. I’ll keep buying cute specs at Target and Amazon until I can’t anymore.

I’ll tell you what I did see - some cute crafts at Artisans on the Choptank last week. I was on sort of a scouting mission to see if anyone was selling wares similar to what I make. Nope. The next event is in mid-September so I might give it a whirl. It’s a really cool chance for local makers to show and sell their stuff. It’s down by the water at Wharves of the Choptank Visitor Center and there’s usually live music and a couple food trucks. I really liked what I saw there - a nice variety and all of it really interesting and well-made. I met a super fun lady who had a booth and we chatted a lot. I wanted to take her home with me, but she probably just wanted to make a sale. She did. I bought a keychain made of wood beads and a tassel. The disk it what sold it for me.

Yeah, I’m too old for an Eminem joke but it still makes me giggle. I think the fact that I have a loyalty tag for my local grocery and my library card on that keychain makes me a total gangsta.

They see me rollin’. They hatin’.

My jokes aren’t even current. How old is that song? Fifteen, twenty? Yikes. It’s time for me to go upstairs and take a bath. I’ll grab a pair of my basket glasses and read a good book. I picked up two at the library yesterday, so I have high hopes.

Take care of yourselves, sweethearts. Do something that’s good for your soul every day, even if it’s just for ten minutes. Those minutes add up. I read poetry. Sometimes I come across a poem that hits right in the heart and I think about it all day. For you it might be turning your face to the sunshine, taking a dance break, or making a quick sketch of something. Okay, sure, it could also be exercise, a quick ten minutes walk used to revive me mid-afternoon at work. Sometimes just a lap around the building is enough to recharge. You get the idea - take care of yourself, body and spirit. Off to a bubble bath I’ll see you soon. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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pbandjesse · 2 years

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Today was very restful and that was really great. And honestly even if I didn't make any sales at the market and felt really sad about that I still had a fun day!

I slept pretty well last night. James and Matt got back not long after I did my post. We hung out and I got to play tour guide of the apartment. Which I always enjoy. And after we got him set up for bed (including letting him pick out a plushie to sleep with) we all went to bed.

I woke up a little after 7. I was not thrilled but I knew we had things to do. Matt would stay behind to get a shower and me and James would load up and head out. Getting breakfast and over to the museum before 8.

It was skate day! We had three tables of skating things and everyone was so nice. Plus Ginny gave Ann the money we raised for her last week and she cried. It was just really nice that we got to do something for her.

I would wear my skates a lot of the day. My feet would be numb for a lot of it but I was having so much fun. The concrete under the pavilion is so smooth and I did not fall once.

I got to meet a bunch of other skaters and make connections. I may have even made some friends!

But I did not make any sales. I actually had multiple parents talk their kids out of buying from me using their allowance. Like two kids cried!! It was not fun for me and honestly was pretty disrespectful? Like I get it. You are teaching your kid about budgeting. But also. Hey? This is my income? Literally all my shop money goes to rent. I just didn't enjoy that.

But I did enjoy skating around. And having great chats. Checking in with everyone once Ann left. I was in charge for a few hours. And while I was a bit to hot from how muggy it was, I was having a great day.

I also got to see my friend Rosie, the little girl who bought a bear last year and named it farmer bear. Her mom had been very pregnant and this time she wasn't!! The baby has come!! I stayed over to her to say congrats and she let me see him and he was so small and cute. They are such a nice family.

I did some sewing. Finished the keychains I started the other day. And someone brought by a bear I had made them that has a little hole in it. I am so glad I was able to sort that out for them before they gifted him away. I told the bear he better not come back again and to enjoy his new home, but thank you for visiting.

I was really glad to be done though. I stayed a bit to make ensure the skaters were okay, as they were going to use the pavilion after. Alexis was there organizing that and so I left the space in her very capable hands.

I went inside to say goodbye to James. Matt had come by for a bit by went to go explore downtown and they would meet back up with James to go to a baseball game later. A full one that did not get rained out. So that was pretty cool.

I was just looking forward to going home. And for real I've had such a good night. I got back here and had my leftover chipotle for lunch. I cleaned out the fridge and cleaned a bit. I held Sweetp and just felt good.

Eventually I would lay down. I slept until 5. And woke up pretty disoriented. But I would shake it off pretty fast. I had a snack. Chilled with Sweetp who would not stop petting my face. And soon had a package to open!

A dress I got came and then the claw machine I ordered came too. I am a little upset because it doesn't seem to work as consistently as I would need it too. So I may be going back to the drawing board. But it's alright. I'm only a little bummed.

James ordered me pizza from the baseball stadium. Because they love me. I enjoyed that on the couch and would just watch videos and enjoy the sun set. Really I just had a really relaxing and restful afternoon.

I have been in bed resting for a while now. James and Matt just got back. And we hung out for a bit while I took a break from writing this post. They are watching a movie now. And I am going to wash my face and get ready to sleep.

I have the whole day tomorrow to do whatever I want. And I am looking forward to it. I hope you all have a wonderful night. Sleep well and take care of yourself! Please wash your hands!!

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Drafting Rivers. How It's Made

It was Monday morning when I took that local train. Quite a long one, around three-hours journey. I will likely be the only foreigner inside when it starts departing. A bunch of high school students filled up the train. I enjoyed watching their keychain hanging on their backpack. A lot of cute characters and my mind was full of wonder, imagining what kind of person are they by the keychains they owned.

This journey started after I confessed to a friend how I felt emotionally exhausted in my current “home”. It was a good hiking day we took when the sun shone brightly and the breeze of the mountain took both of us leaving the town down there, escaping the reality by the humming while Elton John’s Rocket Man played along. Yes, we both are in search of a "home". We felt and know the exact emotion that is caused by our current "home". There is a question that came up, something like, "Are we gonna be someone else, hiding our real feelings, hiding our true wills, collecting all the recognition, even if we don’t feel it’s right, in the hope of better "home"? Looks like I am the stubborn one. I knew what I was gonna choose even in the coming soon days. It’s a sad hard choice—I can’t say what others choose is wrong. I experienced it as well. You know, when you stay because there is no choice. It’s really hard. Before we said goodbye that time, I got some info about the beautiful local train route. It could lead me to the beach in Shizuoka and seems as if my soul had a strong calling to follow this route. The keychains still swinging as before 8 am they all get off at Ichikawahonmachi station. It's their school station likely. The train continues the long journey again. Passing by some station I like the name of. Passing by a big river with a sparkle on it. Passing by a green bamboo forest with an old couple that got in and took a seat close to me. The song in my earphones keeps looping. Sounding the one which I always listen to. Feel relieved after kind of running away from "home". It was nearby Shizuoka when a foreign couple came and seat across mine. I thought they were cool. They also took a local train and chose the long journey as I do.

When it finally reached Shizuoka, the clouds appeared and covered the one that I wanted to see, Fuji-san. I kept my eyes on the side that I was sure it was there. Hoping the clouds will disappear a little bit. For a moment, the train track surprised me with a view of the city from up the hill. It was a beautiful moment. And there, not so long after, I saw Fuji-san! Still shy under the clouds but I knew it greeted me with a huge smile as I also did. After Fuji-san left behind, my train stopped at the last station. There we are to our destination. I already screenshot the way I should take for today's walk. It was around 5 km. I look around and take it slow as usual. Immersing new place as an alien that came from far away. I saw a small veggies farm with a huge soramame that was ready to harvest. The manhole cover also shows a new look with Fuji-san and another one with Princess Kaguya, I believe. It's so nice being in a new place where you know nothing a lot about it and decided to explore it by yourself. The hot sunshine made me swing by to the Seven-Eleven. Went a bit for the toilet and bought yummy sweet coffee milk to celebrate the day while walking. It was quite a hot day as I opened my brown jacket and put on my blue hat.

I walk through the direction until I reach a sign of the place I want to go. Some wild grass covered along the way as the road changed into sand. My face was full with a huge smile when I heard the waves. It's there finally! I arrived at the place where the Fuji River met the Pacific Ocean. The vivid colour of both of them gave me a goosebumps. I sat on the driftwood and enjoyed the breeze over my face. Today's bento is a roast sausage, a simple sandwich and our sweet Seven-Eleven coffee milk. I found some vibrant stones while enjoying my lunch. Putting on the big stones close to me and planning to bring them back as a souvenir. A little dog comes by with a smiley woman. Playing around its feet with the water and running across to the sand. There are some surfer afar, enjoying their sunny day with the waves. I like the place like this, seems quiet yet every corner has its energy.

Finally, it's the time. I put out my drawing and looked around. Feeling the sadness that still and always be there these past couple of months. Or maybe way far long before? I said to myself, yes it is as it is. I hold my Nokia phone after putting in my drawing inside the water. Letting it drown with a plastic bag and stones that holding it on. My tears came, my hands a bit shaken, and my knees got tired. But the sun shines beautifully, the wind blows gently yet steadily gets harder, and the river, there it is already. 5 minutes shoot. One take that I don't even know what it is for.

I was quite shocked when realized no one was on the beach. I likely sat quite long after shooting the video. Quickly packing and going, I saw some young fisherman with their fishing gear, joking around and walking towards me. It helps me feel at ease again. Walking back along the way before, taking another route to the station, found some things that made me stop a bit to enjoy, until I was on the train again, back to another three-hours journey, where the sunset accompanied me. Where the old man across me enjoyed his fruit and wine which was funny because he seemed a little drunk and peeling the apple with a knife as it was his kitchen.

As the train closer to that station. I have decided already. I am leaving. I am stopping it here. I am dropping it all here. I will say it all here as well. It's likely will be the worst in 20 years. It's likely will be muzukashi. But I am happy. I am happy that I am standing up for myself and for other artists who chose to stay. They stayed because they had no choice. It’s not easy to come to this "home". We are all in our process.

As with drafting the rivers, the stones will stop us at some point, yet the flow of the waters remains. Even at its tiny phase. It's still there.

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sunspray-peak · 1 year

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Ch. 10: I Think That Might Be It

SATURDAY - SPRING 20

According to the sign outside of Pierre’s, Spring 20 was Shane’s birthday.

Achilles knew Shane well enough at this point to know that here was not a man who likely enjoyed making a big deal out of birthdays, and who would likely stalk off the property early if he so much wished him one with too much enthusiasm.

But surely he deserved at least an acknowledgment of some kind, especially with all the help with the farm. So Achilles had purchased something casual-- just a six pack of what he had seen Shane drink at the saloon, plus a robust selection and variety of locally brewed IPAs and ales.

Breakfast and juice, as usual, were resting on the porch by the time Shane arrived. Having figured wrapping paper or a gift box would send the man over the edge, Achilles had simply set the beer next to the bagels, unwrapped.

And thank goodness for his foresight, for as Shane trudged up the porch steps, a scowl already stamped on his face, Achilles could sense a mood well-brewed.

“Morning, Shane,” he said lightly, pouring himself a glass of orange juice as Shane popped open the cream cheese. He pushed the two packs of beer towards him an inch. “For you. Happy birthday.”

“Huh?”

“Not sure how partial you are to your brand so I got that too in case, but my cousin recommended these to me—oh.”

Shane had pulled a bottle from the pack and eyed the flashy label closely before, to Achilles’ alarm, popping the tab with his keychain and taking a deep swig.

“Good stuff. You remembered my birthday. Thanks.”

“Hmm…”

Achilles eyed him nervously—it was 6:40am, and Shane was already gulping down Moultania’s award winning grape ale like he had just finished a ten hour shift at Joja. Perhaps this wasn’t the best gift idea…

“Hits the spot.” Shane half-swallowed a small burp and set the bottle down on the table. “Have one yourself.”

Achilles was not a big drinker—especially at 6:40am—but under Shane’s heavily-lidded stare, he found himself popping the tab of one of the saloon beers and taking the tiniest sip.

Grey clouds still sat low in the sky, but Achilles figured they’d be safe from anymore rain. The cool air and beer combo seemed to provide some solace to Shane, who leaned back in his chair (only after Achilles visibly swallowed) and folded his hands over his stomach, closing his eyes.

Achilles avoided the temptation to look at his watch (he had ultimately bought a new one)—it was Shane’s birthday after all, everyone deserved a little bit of dilly dallying, he supposed—and instead took a seat to slowly butter his own bagel.

“35 today.”

Achilles raised an eyebrow in surprise, pausing mid-bagel buttering. Thank Yoba Shane’s eyes were still closed. He had assumed Shane was older than that—late 30s at the very least.

“Fucking 35.”

Achilles resumed his bagel buttering just as Shane turned his face in the chair to better look at him.

“You ever feel like… no matter what you do, you’re gonna fail? Like you’re stuck in some miserable abyss and you’re so deep you can’t even see the light of day?”

Achilles’ lips parted, partly in surprise at the amount of words (and vivid ones at that) the usually mum Shane was slinging together, partly because, yes, yes he had. But before he could respond, Shane shook his head. “Nah, you don’t seem like the type.

“I just feel like no matter how hard I try… I’m not strong enough to climb out of that hole.”

Achilles nodded slowly, delicately wiping his fingers on the napkin while waiting for Shane to continue. The man clearly had something on his mind.

“Jas and Marnie thought they’d surprised me… went into my bedroom at midnight with balloons and shit, nearly had a heart attack… you could say I didn’t have a great night.”

“Hmm.”

Shane sighed, rubbing his slightly bloated face with thick, callused fingers. His perpetual five o’clock shadow was indeed looking a bit closer to six o’clock this morning.

“If you’d like to take this morning off…” Achilles began awkwardly, but Shane clearly wasn’t listening. He gazed back at the gloomy sky, his right hand now clutching the opened beer so hard his knuckles gleamed white.

“35. I mean what the fuck have I done? I work at a grocery store stacking shelves alongside 22 year olds. I mean, what the hell are you? 29, 30?”

“…27.”

“Fuck. You’ve got a future ahead of you still. 27 and what, already retired—”

“I wouldn’t call it retired—“

“—got your own farm.”

Shane took another swig and rubbed his eyes.

“I was… left this farm. By my grandpa.” Achilles spoke slowly, unsure if clarifying his privilege would help or hurt.

“So you get left a farm when someone you knew died and I got left a kid.” Shane’s eyes were dark—mean, as they squinted against the weak sun. He absentmindedly tipped the now-empty beer bottle 45 degrees, rolling it in a circle on the table along its edge. “I didn’t want this.

“Got a mountain of student debt that’s kicking me in the ass, got no girlfriend, no career, stuck in a dead end job. 35. This isn’t where you’re supposed to be at fucking 35.”

Achilles silently watched Shane slowly return the bottle to its upright position and take a bite from the bagel, licking lingering cream cheese off his lips.

“Don’t get me wrong.” Shane folded his neck into a double chin and clumsily dusted crumbs off his Joja polo. “I’m grateful to Marnie, and Jas… Jas is a good kid. She is. I’m just… suffocated sometimes, you know? I mean, what’s the point of planning for the future? How I see it, I’ve got no future where I’m at.

“Buh… life. At work, at home, it’s just a constant… I don’t know. A constant… it’s just shit. It’s just nothing. And I can’t ever catch a break to just forget about it and feel… real. Except, I guess, when I’m out here.”

Shane glanced once more at Achilles who was mid-bite. “You got a nice place out here. We’ve been doing good stuff.”

If by “catching a break out here,” Shane had been referring to their mindless morning, Achilles was inclined to agree; the two made small talk, but rarely did Shane ever engage in much beyond the task at hand. Even when they were putting up the fences, a job that required them to be right next to each other, Achilles had learned scarcely more about Shane than his favorite grid ball team.

But perhaps that was the draw. The quiet, the meditative monotony. It was clear Shane enjoyed the work, he highly doubted he’d be doing it for free otherwise. But what was it that was really bringing him back every morning and evening? Obviously not Achilles’ companionship or the free breakfast. Was it freedom? A goal—a tangible, worthwhile goal—that Shane felt he was working towards? The farm’s condition compared to the first day of the season was night and day, and to Shane much was obviously owed. Perhaps that’s what he was seeking. A different life. And something to be proud of.

In that, perhaps he and Achilles were not unalike.

“Speaking of which, what are we doing today?” Shane sat up in the chair with a sudden burst of energy and waved any remaining crumbs onto the ground. A small trail of smeared cream cheese streaked below his collar, but he didn’t seem to notice (or perhaps he simply didn’t care).

“Oh yes. Ah, the house.” Achilles jumped up just as Shane leaned over the small table to give Achilles’ near untouched can of beer a small swirl.

“Not really a fast drinker, are you?” A tight, unreadable frown strained Shane’s lips as he lifted the can to his nose for a quick sniff.

“I’m.... afraid not...” Afraid Shane would take it upon himself to finish the beer, Achilles quickly led the man off the porch to side of the house where gallons of paint had been delivered earlier that morning.

“This is the color you chose?” Shane knelt down and took a closer look at the cans.

“Yes, Shane, this is the color I chose.” It was not only small talk that had peppered their days, but also small spats. Achilles should’ve prepared himself better for the inevitable critique, but after this morning’s confession, perhaps it’d be wiser to stand down.

“It’s weird. And girly.”

“Shane, it’s green. That’s like, the gender neutral color for babies…” Achilles handed Shane a paint brush and a can. “The grey is for the roof.”

“That’s brown.”

“All right, it’s a grey-brown, come on,” Achilles grumbled. The official name for the color was actually “Burnt Smoke” (a terrible name), but he knew Shane wouldn’t give two shits.

Together, they lugged the paint to the porch.

Leaning a ladder against the front of the farmhouse, Achilles said, “Just this, the roof, and Robin should be stopping by soon to fix the greenhouse. Thought maybe we could put up a trellis, plant some vines along the house. But once the greenhouse is painted… you know, I think that might be it, more or less.”

At those words, an odd sensation began to creep along his spine. He looked wildly around, thinking perhaps an observing junimo, forest spirit, whatever, was making its rounds, but there was nothing. No hint of a bounce, no hedge out of place.

It was only when Shane said, “Bet we could finish the house today if we really wanted to…” that Achilles realized what it was. It wasn’t that invisible spectator giving him the heebie jeebies. It was just him. Just Achilles. This was it. They were almost done.

And with this realization, a question that Achilles had been (although out of character for him) stubbornly putting off answering for the past season began to burrow its way back into his brain.

What’s next?

He shook his head hard, clearing the thought. He still had a house to paint. And a greenhouse. Speaking of which, where was Robin…

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Shane had his birthday day off—it was the most generous thing Joja had ever done for him, he had grumbled. And although Achilles repeatedly insisted Shane didn’t have to spend his birthday painting a farmhouse (“Go to the beach! Go for a hike!” He did not, after the events of the morning, suggest going to the saloon), Shane stubbornly refused to leave, and Achilles abandoned all attempts at being polite.

After a late lunch of Shane’s favorite sandwiches from the Stardrop Saloon (on the house, Emily, who had dropped them off, had declared with a wink), Robin arrived, her pickup truck stacked high with redwood and glass panels.

She helped herself to a sandwich, but then went quickly to work, her hammer providing some splash to the usual silence as Shane and Achilles moved on to paint the roof.

As 4pm neared, Alex, to Achilles’ surprise, came through, announcing his arrival with a loud, “Heyooo!”

In regrettably instinctual eagerness, Achilles immediately jumped off the roof and, biting back the wince that accompanied the lightning reverberating up his legs, half-stumbled off the porch to greet his visitor.

Shane, on the other hand, having had a front row seat to Achilles’ clumsy enthusiasm, chose to carefully clamber down the ladder and quietly retreat towards Robin and the greenhouse.

No doubt gonna try to get her to move it forward a foot… (he had tried to persuade Achilles earlier).

“Got off early today, thought I’d pop by,” Alex said, his hands on his hips as he gazed around the property. “Wow. This looks amazing!”

Many folks had visited the property over the past few days to pay many a compliment, but only under Alex’s bright-eyed grin did Achilles find himself flushing red. He quickly turned his face toward east, pretending to observe a pair of hummingbirds tussling amidst the flower beds. “Thank you! It really does, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help more, work and all—”

“No worries—”

“Hey, but doesn’t look like you needed me at all. Wow! Seriously, this is amazing, can’t believe you did all this just this season. I like what you did over there with the grass… oh, the pond looks so nice now…. I see you left space for a barn, nice… is that a garden gnome? Really didn’t take you for the type.” Having finished his 360 rotation, he looked back up at the farmhouse. “The green looks real nice, told you it’d be a good choice. What’d Shane say about it?”

“Pretty much what you thought he would.”

“Mmhm, sounds about right.” Alex, catching Shane’s eye, waved. “Happy birthday, Shane! Great job on the farm, it looks fantastic!”

Shane looked away.

“This is really amazing, I can’t believe you guys did all this… It really looks like a home, Ash.” Alex threw an arm around Achilles’ shoulder as they continued to look up at the half-painted house. “You know, I think Strawberry Farms will be really good for someone. Whoever ends up here will be real lucky.”

Achilles nodded, dimly aware of the weight of Alex’s arm still resting on his shoulder, his heart aching ever so slightly as he took in the farm he had been toiling over the entire Spring. The clear, open land; his little fairy garden that now also served as the home for his new ceramic snail (a gift from Jodi); the pond he and Sam had spent hours one Wednesday dredging up and clearing of algae; his flower beds, a mass of bright colors; his repaired porch.

Well. This was what it meant to... flip homes?

Better get used to it if you decide to keep doing it.

But did he want to keep doing it? He’d never actually wanted to get into real estate, that was just a last minute excuse he’d come up with when pressed…

“I’ve got a realtor coming on the 28th to take a look, get an estimate on selling price and everything. Might get some photographs set up. To help sell it.” He forced himself to say the words again. Perhaps if his tongue got used to spitting them out—realtor, sell, price—he’d feel better about the whole affair. Or at least, less sentimental. Robinsons were not sentimental folk, what was wrong with him.

“Haley’s a photographer! She might be able to help you out, she’s really good.” Alex had taken back his arm to wave to Robin, and it was now resting by his side where Achilles found himself fighting the urge to brush against it. He crossed his arms instead.

“Oh yeah? I’ll keep her in mind.”

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barbourkaya29 · 2 years

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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I just skipped school and binge read all of your fanfics- They’re really good gRRRRrrr 🥺🥺 Keep up the good work!! That being said- Can I request a fluffy Hawks x male reader where the reader has a cold and is stuck in bed and Hawks takes care of him? Thank you vv much!!!

HAHHAHA WHY IS ALL MY HAWKS REQUESTS ALWAYS FLUFF (I mean ur like my second one but it’s still flufF) (and not that this wasn’t fun to write cuz it was HAAHA I’m lowkey proud)

(Also gRRRRur so nice but GO TO SCHOOL >:( BARK BARKK BAEKR)

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Hawks x reader - The Sick Fic

⚠️warnings - it’s as the title says. It’s the sick fic.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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(Y/n) coughed up sticky red blood.

“Y-yeah, no. I don’t think I can patrol today, Yusha-san. The villain from yesterday activated their quirk on me-and I’m feeling a bit sick.”

Yusha, the secretary to the (L/n) hero agency, typed something down on his computer. “Is it something we should be concerned about?”

“No.” (Y/n) croaked out with a chuckle. “Their quirk isn’t really dangerous, but it did make me a bit sick. It’ll pass, don’t worry.”

“Ok. I’ll send in one of your sidekicks to patrol with Hawks-san today.” More typing from across the phone. (Y/n) pursed his lips.

“U-uh,”

“Don’t worry. I’m sending a male sidekick.” Yusha practically read his mind. (Y/n) didn’t want any stupid girls hitting on his stupid, popular, pro-hero patrol buddy boyfriend.

“Thank you, Yusha-san.”

“It’s nothing. Get some rest, (H/n). We expect you to show up tomorrow.” Yusha ended up before (Y/n) could even say goodbye. He lazily dropped his phone onto his bedside table, burying himself under his bedsheets as best as he could. Just as he was getting comfy, the urge to cough up more blood kicked him in the stomach.

He flung himself over his bed, practically shoving his head into the small waste bin under his bedside table. He wiped his mouth with his forearm after hacking up more blood, his head suddenly feeling hazy and jumbled.

He groaned, and got under the bedsheets once more. The world seemed to be against him today, as another distraction forced him out from his beauty sleep.

His phone buzzed once. Twice. Then the annoying, overlapping ring of multiple messages being spammed buzzed out his phone, making (Y/n) cover his ears with his pillow.

Annoyed, he patted around the side table til’ his hand landed on his phone, pulling it towards him and under the sheets.

‘Keigo 🍗 - where r u :(‘

‘Keigo 🍗 - who’s this...rando dude patrolling wit me :(((‘

‘Keigo 🍗 - r u asleep or smth’

‘Keigo 🍗 - wake up ur late to patrol and I need my yakitori addiction funded today’

‘Keigo 🍗 - DUDE’

‘Keigo 🍗 - BBBBBBBBBB’

‘Keigo 🍗 - IM NOT GONNA STOP SPAMMING U TILL U ANSWER ME OR SHOW UP AN PATROL WITH ME >:(((‘

(Y/n) sighed. He opened the messages, meaning that Keigo would get the ‘message read’ notification, but he couldn’t care less. Tossing the phone lazily on the table, he muted the messages app.

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(Y/n) stirred in his sleep when he heard tapping on his bedroom window. (Y/n) opened his sticky eyes, barely open enough to see a blurry red object tapping against the glass frame. Eventually, the object halted, gave up, and swooped down and out of sight. He shrugged.

Just as he closed his eyes, more pelting came from the window, this time louder and heavier. (Y/n) snapped his eyes open, flinging himself out of bed, and getting ready to activate his quirk.

He visibly relaxed when he saw the huge red wings tapping outside the window, with a certain hero crouching down, looking at him sheepishly and trying to pick open the window lock. The man waved with an embarrassed smile, his feathers following suit.

“Keigo Takami. What the fuck are you doing in my house.”

The man, Keigo Takami, chuckled awkwardly while (y/n) undid the clasps on his window. He stepped back, allowing him to worm his way in through the small window.

Keigo paused, half way squeezed in with his wings stuck in the cramped window frame. He was stuck. “Y...you need to buy a bigger window-“

“Are you dumb?” (Y/n) chuckled, the sight of Pro Hero Hawks, man who could pull absolute pussy, bent over his bedroom window, stuck with his wings awkwardly fluttering in place. “Just, I don’t know, send your feathers off until they’re small enough to fit you in.”

Keigo had a wave of realization. This man had no braincells whatsoever. “...oh, haha, you’re so smart~”

One by one, feathers jutted out from his back, each floating either inside (Y/n’s) room or outside the window. Once all of them were off, and his back were relatively empty, he tumbled ever-so-gracefully inside the room. He stood up, his wings rebuilding themselves in seconds, and did an awful curtsy.

“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all day to take care of my sick patrol partner who do happens to be my boyfriend,”

“Speaking of patrol -what happened to patrol? A-and the dude you should be patrolling with? You should be out by n-“

A sharp, piercing pain shot through (Y/n’s) head. Now that the adrenaline from Hawks pounding on his window was subsiding, he seemed to remember how much his head was hurting.

He fumbled down, catching himself on the foot of his bed while Keigo lurched forward. “You good?” He mumbled, taking off his black wool glove.

He rested the back of his palm on (Y/n’s) forehead, before signing uncontently and replacing his hand with his lips. Even if he was burning up, (Y/n) froze.

After a while, Keigo drew his head back. “You’re burning up...”

Silence. Hawks awkwardly chuckled and played it off by running his hand through his hair.

“Lips are more sensitive than hands are-so I was just...you need to get to bed!” Keigo quickly stood up, gently ushering the sick hero to his bed. Pulling up the thick-set covers, Keigo hazily tosses his jacket to the corner and discarded his other glove.

“Try and get some rest. Did that dude’s quirk from yesterday do this?” He got a nod in response. “Alright. I’m gonna go change and get you some shit.”

With that and a warm smile, Keigo disappeared through the bedroom door. (Y/n) followed him with his eyes, right before he was out of sight, then let his eyes droop close.

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“Pssst.”

A finger poked at (Y/n’s) cheek. He grumbled, furrowing his brows and keeping his eyes screwed shut. He heard a sigh from somewhere above him.

Something feathery tickled him from underneath his nose. He scrunched his nose up, expecting the odd feeling to go away, before feeling a sneeze build up. The watery feeling course through his nose before his head shot up every-so-slightly to let out a weak “Achoo!”

Keigo snickered. (Y/n) finally opened his eyes. Keigo was sitting beside him, now in casual clothes, holding a convince store bag and a red feather. The feather flew out of his hand and stuck itself on his back.

“Sorry I was out for so long. You didn’t have jack shit in your house, so I bought some medicine and takeout since I know you won’t eat soup and I can’t cook.”

It was true. The only thing Pro Hero Hawks is allowed to do is heat up a hotdog, and even then he might break the microwave. And (Y/n) won’t eat soup he made if his life depended on it. If he can’t even turn on the stove, what makes you think that he’d drink a whole bowl of soup made by him and not die?

“Whad’ja get?” (Y/n’s) voice came out more gravely and deep than he expected. Under different circumstances, that would’ve been kinda hot. Keigo pulled out things one by one from the bag.

“Ok so, I got painkillers, a cooling pack, a heating pad just in case your stomach starts hurting, a thermometer, and I found these cool matching red bird keychains and I bought them on impulse. One for you and one for me~ I also bought 2 beef bowls”

Keigo layed all the items down either on the bed or on the table beside it, holding up the keychains last. Shaking them around a bit, turns out there was a small bell inside both of them. (Y/n) tried, and failed, to hide his growing smile.

Keigo placed the cooling pack on (Y/n’s) previously burning forehead. The sudden coldness forced an involuntary groan from the bed sick male. He chuckled.

“Sorry. Deal with that for awhile and I’ll feed you~” Hawks saddled up in the spot next to him, holding the two plastic bowls and worming his way underneath the covers. He placed the food down on his lap and switched on the tv.

They sat in silence, the only thing being the sounds of the tv filling the room with the occasional reaction or snicker from the two. Keigo alternated between shoveling a forkful of rice and beef into his mouth, then feeding his boyfriend and carefully making sure none spilled onto his bed. The news reporter droned on onscreen, their voice being tuned out by the two hero’s.

“By the way, Keigo,” (Y/n) started, once he swallowed his food. Keigo gave a hum of acknowledgment, holding up a finger to (y/n), then to his mouth until he finished chewing. Thickly swallowing, Keigo hummed again.

“You were supposed to patrol today. With one of my sidekicks. What happened to that?”

Keigo looked at (Y/n), before looking back at the tv so causally. For a while he said nothing, until he opened his mouth.

“I ditched.”

(Y/n) made a sputtering noise. His shock turned into a long string of hacks and coughs, which Keigo waited ever-so-patiently for him to calm down from. “You ditched?! Keigo, you’re the no. 2 hero! You can’t be caught ditching!”

“Relaaaaax,” Keigo leaned farther into the bed cushions. “I told my agency and your stupid sidekick man that I was gonna check on you. It was a valid excuse.”

“Still!” (Y/n) rubbed at his temples. Hawks shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth. “You’re sitting here watching tv with me instead of working!”

“I needed a break. Plus,” Keigo held up his unfinished bowl of food defensively.

“I can’t believe you.”

“I love you too~”

(Y/n) sighed.

“I hope you get sick.” Hawks chuckled, saying something about being immune to all sicknesses.

Needless to say, (y/n) was patrolling with one of Keigos sidekicks the next day.

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specificocean33 · 3 years

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2: ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ; ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

A Zombie Apocalypse AU. Just a little idea I had. I’ll be writing a total of 3 parts (subject to change,) but anyways here’s the second :) I hope you enjoy it.

The next few hours over to the West District were certainly much livelier than before. Indeed, Kirishima was like the physical embodiment of a golden retriever. His optimism and charisma was contagious, but damn you if you weren’t looking for a cure.

At least Mateo seemed to have cheered up. You were trying your best to allow the anger and sadness eat you alive, but Kirishima was unknowingly beating away your negative emotions with his stupid jokes and his ability to get along with others.

Damn him.

When you finally arrived at the West District after 2 hours, you paid the entrance fee and made your way inside. You decided to trust Kirishima and have him take 25$ and look for a hotel for you all to stay at. You took Mateo to the nearby pawn shop to look for something interesting for him for his birthday.

The West District is a shopping district of sorts; weaponry, food, armor, car parts, gun parts, and other sorts of odds and ends can be found here. That’s why it was one of the most crowded and most populated Districts. That’s also what made it incredibly easy to be stolen. You had Mateo hold your hand the entire time, lest he or you be stolen.

Before you all separated, you swallowed your feelings and opened the car trunk. Your mother’s shotgun was entirely normal. As a matter of fact, the only identifying factor was a Sakura flower keychain hanging from it. You frowned before handing it over to Kirishima, along with some crumpled up currency.

“If you lose this, you’ll be getting the shit beat out of you twice today,” you growled before firmly placing the gun in Kirishima’s hands.

He gulped and nodded, “Of course. It wouldn’t be very manly of me to lose someone else’s property. I’ll be sure to return it to you, safe and sound.”

“Look…when you’re done, we’ll be at one of the pawn shops. I don’t have a phone, and I assume yours got stolen, if you had one at all-”

Strangely, Kirishima didn’t clarify if he had a phone at all to begin with.

“-So just look around. All the pawn shops are clumped together anyway.”

“Okay!” He said with a bright smile. “See you soon!”

You weren’t sure why you were trusting him so much. There was just something so….likable about him. You weren’t sure what though.

Keeping a firm grip on Mateo, you both managed to safely make your way to the pawn shop section of the District. You settled on the first one that you saw, a shabby little shop called Lucky’s Pawn Shop, and followed Mateo around as he looked for another sticker or color of spray paint. (Mateo loved to vandalize buildings, and seeing as how they were all one boring color, you allowed it. No one really cared anyway.)

The entire pawn shop was filled with odd things. All four walls had shelves full of gears, books, broken and whole toys, candle sticks, and other things. The floorspace was taken up by tables and desks of equally odd things. Mangas, comics, novels, old action figures and other such things filled the store.

After about 30 minutes of “I like this color, (Y/N)!” “No, that color’s ugly. Pick another one.” And “Check out this cool sticker, isn’t it from that show you used to watch?” “Yes, but today’s for you. Pick something you want,” Kirishima came bounding into the shop, and seemed genuinely insulted that you were surprised to see him again.

“What? Did you think I was gonna steal from the people who did me a favor? What kind of unmanly scum do you take me for?” He crossed his arms and was very huffy about the whole thing. You found it endearing.

You laughed, “Sorry, sorry. At least you’re back now. Why don’t you help Mateo pick out a color? He’s been struggling and frankly all the colors he picks are lowkey ugly,” you said, pointing at the shelf of half used and cap less spray paint cans.

There were quite a few shades at this shop, which was sort of uncommon.

“Hmm…how about this super cool red, little bro?” Kirishima grinned, pointing at a fiery shade of crimson.

You sighed. You should have known he’d go for some shade of red.

“Oh! I like it. I only have orange and yellow, so I needed a red anyway. Can I get it, (Y/N)?”

“Fine. At least it wasn’t that throw up shade of green,” you mumbled before taking the can in one hand and Mateo’s in the other.

“It’s called ARMY GREEN!” He exclaimed in and exasperated tone.

You winked at Kirishima, he smiled and his cheeks flushed slightly pink.

“Yeah yeah whatever. Army green, throw up green, same difference. It’s all green. Ugly colors regardless.”

Mateo shot you a look before you set the can on the front counter. An old woman was bent over so she didn’t see you right away. When you cleared your throat to get her attention, she bumped her head under the desk and let out a series of curses before lifting her head up, one robotic arm rubbing the spot where she had hurt herself, and the other gripping the counter for support.

This woman had the wildest white hair you had ever seen. She wore a pair of googles on her head, which had a wire coming out of it and trailing in the floor. She blinked a few times, before smiling kindly.

“Oh hello there. Is this all you wanted,” she asked examining the can before looking back at you.

“Yes, that’s all. How much were you wanting for it?”

“Hmm…this particular shade was actually made by me, so it’s a full unused can. 5$ and 3 pieces of copper wire.”

You almost choked. Currency AND wire? Was she insane?

Mateo looked slightly saddened, and Kirishima a little confused.

“Umm…copper wire?” Kirishima whispered into your ear;You jumped, startled. His voice caught you off guard, and you nodded, your cheeks flushed.

“Might I offer 6$ and 1 piece of copper wire?” You asked, turning away from Kirishima, trying not to look at Mateo.

“Hmm…” the old woman crossed her arms and pondered for a moment, “How about 3$ and 3 wires?”

You sighed. You really wanted to give the woman less copper wire, but it seemed there was no help for it.

“Alright. Deal,” you mumbled, reaching into your back pocket and extracting the payment she wanted.

15 minutes later, Mateo was grinning and staring at his new paint can on his bed. The hotel Kirishima managed to find was rather nice. You had half a mind to ask how he managed to get a room with a working bathroom, kitchen, and 3 twin beds to boot, all for 25$, but you decided to ask him a little later.

You shooed Mateo off to shower and promised to find something nice to eat for dinner, before sitting Kirishima down at the kitchen table.

He seemed nervous.

“Alright. So I need to know for how long we’re gonna be traveling together for.” You said bluntly.

“W-wow. Straight to the point, huh?” He laughed nervously.

“I have nothing to hide, and as you can see, we’re sort of broke. I can’t afford to have another person around, no offense. Mateo is my priority and I need to know how long we’re gonna have you around.”

“W-well…okay look,” he sighed rubbing his face with his hands, “I…I’m a runaway.”

You leaned forward on the table.

“A runaway? From who? Are you dangerous? Elaborate.”

“Umm…well…my parents are Buyers. I…I ran away 3 days ago.”

Buyers. The worst kinds of people on this godforsaken planet.

Buyers are the people who buy from Kidnappers. It would make sense why Kirishima would want to leave that life, but that would only mean one thing.

Kirishima was originally from a White Zone.

“You’re…from a White Zone?” You asked.

“Yes. My parents bought freshly Contaminated and…did terrible things to them. I don’t want to talk about what they did, it was just awful, but I think you can see why I wanted nothing to do with that life.”

You felt sort of bad for him, he looked distraught.

“Then…you have nowhere to go?” You asked.

“Well, not necessarily. Whenever things got sort of bad, I’d leave for a bit and I’ve found some friends. They live in the East District, but the thing is, I’d always come back. This time…I haven’t, obviously. They sent someone to come get me, but they robbed me instead, probably to extort more money from my parents.”

“How come you don’t have a bounty on you then?” You were beginning to get somewhat concerned. Harboring a White Zone resident could mean terrible trouble that you really couldn’t handle. Not to mention a lot of running away from bounty hunters and other scum.

“My parents didn’t like me all that much to begin with. They were mainly mad I didn’t agree with their actions, and they didn’t like that I spoke up about it. They want me back because they won’t have to put up a front, but at the same time, not having me home makes it easier on them. They want an obedient child, and that’s not me,” he said, not meeting your eyes.

“So…no one is looking for you, then?” You asked nervously.

“No, no I don’t think so. This is…super unmanly of me to ask, but…can I stay with you two? Just for a little bit? I’ve got some contacts around here who still think I’m living with my parents, and I can get some money for you guys, I’ll make sure to pay you back for helping me, I swear! Just…please, let me stay?” He was pleading with you, looking you deep in your eyes.

His crimson eyes bore into yours, and for the life of you, you couldn’t find it within your heart to deny him.

How entirely unfair. He was dangerous and you knew it. Mateo needed to be kept safe but….

He needed help. You enjoyed his company.

You decided to trust him.

“I-…o-okay. Just…please, don’t put Mateo in any danger. He’s the only family I have left, please,” you said quietly, clasping your hands together.

Kirishima smiled the brightest smile you’d ever seen him muster, before standing up. Before you knew what was happening, he had you crushed in a hug.

“I promise!”

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osakasshitpit · 3 years

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I love Final Fantasy XIV

So I’ve been playing Final Fantasy XIV, and after playing for around 180 hours, I haven’t even finished A Realm Reborn. Normally, 180 hours is an insane time frame for a game to manage and hold my attention. Persona 5 Royal was 180 hours of game time, and that was slowly outstaying its welcome. FFXIV must be doing something right, because just recently I went to a convention and bought a Y’shtola Keychain in a heartbeat. I haven’t had time to play XIV a lot prior to this, since I was stupidly grinding Praetorium for days and got burned out. I haven’t played much in 2 months, and Y’shtola only really has a minor role during A Realm Reborn’s Storyline. Despite that, I started in Limsa and Y’shtola stuck with me since then. I just had to buy that keychain. My girlfriend asked me about it and despite me staying away from the game after being burned out, I explained to her in great enthusiasm why I loved Y’shtola and why I loved the game so much. I think that’s the first time I really realized how attached I was to this world, these characters, this game.

I came to FFXIV after having played WoW from Vanilla through WotLK, after having barely ever touched a MMO since quitting WoW. Honestly, I was very skeptical of XIV but holy fucking shit did it ever win me over. They are completely different games, mind you, but that is a good thing in my opinion.

So here is the longest tumblr rant post I have written so far, I think.

To be fair, the first 20 levels or so were kinda slow. You get thrown into the deep end and get bombarded with lore and characters, terms and phrases that you don't understand. For fucks sake, the opening cutscene shows Louisoix fighting Bahamut front and center. Its this big, epic moment of sacrifice, but to someone who has not played 1.0 and who doesn't know anything about the lore, this just zips right past you. During the main story of ARR, they keep talking about Louisoix and how important he is, but you haven't even seen the guy because he died before the game even started. I only really realized this today, it took me 180 hours and a look at the wiki to connect the dots. It really is a slow burn, but that slow burn was okay because everything else was so fantastic.

While the world can arguably be more subdued than Azeroth in parts, there is still this distinctive style that I quickly fell in love with. It’s fantastical, but it still feels grounded. Part of that has to do with how the game introduces you to the world, and how the main story quests explain to you the lore bit by bit. I feel like much of the world design of WoW was down to “the rule of cool”. Now, I’m not saying XIV doesn’t have that, but I feel like XIV always goes the extra mile to explain why this cool shit is here. Everything you see out there in the world feels like it has a purpose, a reason to be there and an explanation on how it works. The factions make sense, the political conflicts you get entangled in are believable. I feel like I am kind of biased to be honest. What got me to play FFXIV in the first place was seeing that Viera are a playable race. I’m a sucker for Final Fantasy, not in short part to my memories of Playing Final Fantasy Tactics and XII. XII is still my favorite game in the series, and much of that has to do with the world, Ivalice. Viera were always my favorite race of the ones seen in Ivalice. Seeing as you can play a Viera in XIV, I just had to try. Thinking about it, XII and XIV have a lot in common when it comes to world building.

One of the weirdest things to acclimate for me was how FFXIV handles story. I was used to WoW, where story was basically non-existent and you did what you did to see numbers rise and to unlock now content you could do. You are basically never involved in the story of WoW, you are just kind of there for the ride. In FFXIV, you are the main character. You are involved in what happens at all times, and that is kinda strange coming from WoW. At first I thought I wouldn’t like it, but the game made it work in my opinion. I also didn’t expect there to be so much of story to begin with. Kind of ironically the moment I realized just how much there was to experience was when I went through Ul’dah and saw a blue quest. Now, blue quest markers mean there is some content you can unlock by doing this quest. A lot of these are kinda short, with a bit of dialogue and some bits of lore for you to enjoy and I thought this one would be no difference. After all, the hook is basically just to help this lady mourn for the death of a friend. What I got was a fabulous detective adventure that spanned over the entire continent, where in I had to help the worlds most manly detective uncover the secret behind a mysterious phantom thief. To say the least, this 21 quest long quest line brought be hours upon hours of joy and had me in stitches throughout. And it was completely optional. I don’t think I even remember a single moment from any quest in WoW that made me this excited for it, optional or otherwise.

Ultimately these are very different games that try very different things.

Dungeons and Raids were a different thing. I remember when I rolled a new character for WotLK and wanted to do karazhan because I used to like doing that raid with my guild back in TBC. I could not for the live of me find a group willing to do it, because everyone was way more focused on the new content, so they could get better gear. Regardless, it just wouldn’t have been the same experience anyways I fear, because the new gear from the new Dungeons outclassed the raid gear from TBC, so karazhan would be way easier and a much different experience. In FFXIV, every dungeon is level synced by default, meaning if a higher level character joins, they get basically downgraded to the level the dungeon was designed for. Couple that with the Duty Roulette feature and suddenly, there was always someone to do any given dungeon with. I remember when I had to do the crystal tower raids and thought “why would they tie main story progression to a raid, I will never find a group to do that properly” but low and behold, I found a group within 30 minutes or less and raided through the entire set of raids within a day. Dungeons and Raids are generally a very pick up and play thing in FFXIV. To be fair, dungeons got easier and more pick up and play in WoW too, but Raids were always the endgame thing where you had to gear up and learn to play. In FFXIV, much more lenient. No corpse walking required. I say this, but I have yet to do the Coils of Bahamut or any Savage Raids. I have only heard that there is plenty of hardcore raid content for those who want that.

That’s nothing to say about the actual gameplay. FFXIV is a tab-target MMO, like so many others, but it manages to keep this kind of gameplay fresh by introducing a lot of mechanics that make the game more active than the typical “I stand here and hit my rotation a lot”. For starters, most enemies have special abilities that you can actually dodge by moving out of the way. There will a area marker on the floor and everyone within that area will be hit. It starts out easy, but later dungeons really start kicking your ass with this mechanic. You really need to say on your toes. In addition, every class is extremely different. They all have special mechanics unique to them, special meters and resources they will have to manage during combat and so on. For example, a Red Mage (the class I’m playing currently), has two meters that fill up as you cast spells. They generally have two types of spells, white and black magic. Each type fills its respective bar. Once they are both full enough, you can go in and do a more powerful melee rotation. However, if one bar is fuller than the other, the other bar will fill up slower. Since you need to fill both, you want to balance that out. You get instant casts for spells after performing a damaging spell, and you have some spells with a short cast time and good damage output that you want to cast and then use the instant cast of to cast a more damaging spell that has a long cast time. But these short cast, good damage spells require a you get from casting a spell of the respective type. So, in essence, you want to balance your use of black and white magic, but you also want to use the proc you get from casting your white and black magic, which means you cast more of the type which inherently unbalances your gauges. It becomes this micromanagement game you play with your procs and instant casts, so you can go in and do the big, flashy sword combo. And that’s just the red mage at around 50. Every class has something like this, and it’s all unique to them. Learning a class is not just learning the rotation and spells you have anymore, it’s really learning how to effectively play your class. Also, positioning. Some abilities do more damage from certain positions, so you will have to dance around an enemy to hit all the sweet spots with classes like monks. These complexities get introduced slowly as you level up, so you have plenty of time to learn the mechanics. My favorite feature might be the class system itself, though. In FFXIV, you aren’t limited to one class for the entire duration of your characters career. You can, from a certain point forwards, choose any class you wish and level that up instead. You can freely switch between classes outside of combat, too. If you are dedicated enough, you can level them all up to max, even. This means if you don’t like a class or the direction a class is going in, you can switch. I for my part started as an arcanist, so I unlocked Summoner at 30. I played Summoner up to 50 but I was just not meshing as well with the direction the summorer went in. So, I switched to Red Mage and after some getting used to, Its now my new favorite. Arcanists are special, because you actually unlock two classes at 30, so I also unlocked Scholars. Scholars are healers and that became my main dungeon class, since queue times are way shorter for healers. This would be unthinkable in WoW, and love the fact this is a thing here.

If I had to describe it, WoW is an MMO with RPG Elements, while FFXIV is a JRPG with MMO elements. I didn’t know I needed that, but in retrospect, it makes sense. The thing that really killed my progress in WoW was that I didn’t have anyone to play with anymore. My friends all dropped from the game and while I generally like doing solo content from time to time, I’m pretty introverted, after all... MMORPGs are usually most fun with friends. Final Fantasy XIV is a JRPG first, an MMO second. There is so much to keep your attention as a solo player, its nuts. All my friends who play this game, play on a different data center, so I can’t even visit them. Despite that, I had a lot of fun in my time with the game.

My experience with the game was incredibly positive, and I don’t think it will get worse from here. Everyone keeps telling me how great Heavensward is. I just have to finish 16 more quests and I’ll be able to see for myself what the fuss is about.

Honestly, if I had to say anything negative, it would be how longwinded ARR is. I mean, its not bad by any means, but I can see how someone could be turned off by this huge storyblock. Worst of all is, after you hit 50 and reach the end of ARR’s story line, there are 80 quests before you can even start with Heavensward. Since everyone keeps going on about how great it is, it’s kind of annoying how long you have to work to even get to it. In retrospect, it kinda makes sense though. These quests are meant to be played over months and months throughout a update cycle and bridge the narrative gap between one storyblock and the next, but holy fucking shit why did it have to be THAT long. They even cut like 20 of the quests from this already insanely long quest line. What the fuck. This is supposed to be an epilogue to ARR and it feels like I played a whole fucking JRPG in between ARR and Heavensward. Oh well. Thankfully, they learned from this and made the post-story blocks shorter.

I will just say that I can recommend this game. You should give it a try. Just... try not to drop the game before it gets really, really good.

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