#it was so funny none of us know how to play chess

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Delivery Express ✿

Summary: The reader sees an opportunity to run an untapped market in Hogwarts. Feeling like not doing enough, some books about vampires will help.

 Warnings: Making the reader feel bad, no use of y/n

Authors note: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. Still mad that they took my yellow text coloring ⋋_⋌. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

Previously: Too many voicemails

word count: 1.2k

Notes to deliver: 1057

The dining hall was as busy as always. Piles of food on each table and chatter all over the place. Even the professors talked among themselves. It was hard to hear people next to you, but you for sure could hear the conversations of other people on the other side of the table. Everyone kept to their house, talking to their housemates. And that is why nobody even batted an eye at a girl in a green uniform wearing a suspiciously yellow bow in her hair, sitting next to the Slytherin royalty. The boys did not pay her much attention, talking among themself, in their minds, planning school and world domination as if it was a game of chest. Granted none of them were good at chess but they can still try and play it. In reality, they were planning how to beat Ravenclaw at Quidditch later that week. What weirded them out was the lack of envelopes she liked to have with her. Something about everyone being in the hall made them easy to track. 

She received pointed looks from the boys, not noticing them, however. Draco jabbed Blaise in his ribs, trying to get him to say something. None of them dared to say anything. None of them wanted to look like despraed second years waiting for a note from their crush that had never written back. Well, that was until Lorenzo mustered up the courage.

“Where are your love notes at?” He says reaching for the plate full of chicken and bringing it closer to her. Knowing the girl would crawl over the whole table for them if he didn't.

She shrugs and reaches for the chicken strip, the plate now sitting in the middle of the group. Taking a bite before speaking.

“I sold it.” Confusion on their face as she continued to eat and pile more food on her plate.

“ Wha do you mean you sold it?” Asked Blaise. Fork pointing at her.

“Exactly what I said. I no longer run the delivery business.”

“Who did you sell it to?”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she put down her food.

“Okay listen. I had a dream right? na in that dream an owl came to me and said if I sold it to her, she was gonna get me a limited edition of that muggle book I've been wanting. So I agreed and sold it to her.”

“You sold it in a dream?” she nods at his question. “ I don't think that's how business works.” He's sure to give her a bit of a side eyes. Maybe it is one of the muggle ways of conducting business he's not aware of.  Theodor started to laugh and soon enough others joined him.

Others at the table give them looks but they have been unbothered by it. The girl started to pout, not knowing what was so funny. the boys crack more jokes about owls and cryptic dreams, she however did not pay attention to those. Not even understanding the joke about the owl possibly being Mattheo's dads. She felt a bit sad that her friends made fun of her in the dining hall. Mattheo notices this and stops.

“Wait, you were serious?” He yelps, stopping the other boys from laughing. She just nods hint of tears in her eyes.

“I don't get what's so funny.” Her voice was unstable as she said this and rather than engaging in conversations with them, she piles more food on the plate and eats without looking at them. The boys feel bad for making her feel like that, but you can't blame them. It is not every day somebody tells them they sold business to an owl.

Lorenzo feeling the worst of all of them decides to speak up.

“What is the book about?” Just like that. It was like a switch flipped inside her. She turned to them with a wide smile and sparkles in her eyes. Some would even think she was faking it before to make them feel bad. None would dare to say it aloud.

“I'm not sure, it has something to do with vampires and werewolves.” She says, gesturing with her hands, what only the boys could interpret as a werewolf.

“We have werewolfs too.” Says Mattheo, knowing damn well he did not pay attention when they covered them. He could be only half sure. Even less when the girl shook her head.

“These are sexy werewolfs.” She made sure to emphasize the word sexy. Frustrated at not having any proof for her words. Theodor just rolled his eyes at her comment.

“ I can howl if you're interested.” He says gesturing to his body. A disgusted look from Blaise and a sigh from her discouraged him from actually howling.

“What else is it about.” Says Draco, although it was hard to understand him, as he was showing his fifth scone in his mouth.

“Something about the thing that shall not be named.” She says and Mattheo's ears perk up.

“My dad?”

“No, not that one.” Mattheo just made a disappointed sound at her answer.

They have seemingly moved from the conversations. Not bothered by the fact that their friend quit her business and sold it to an owl in her dream. It wasn't so strange after all in a school of magic and wizardry. Well, no, it was strange, but not as much as people would expect.

Lorenzo however stopped his chatter when a little note fell in front of him, catching it before it could touch his food. None of his friends seemed to notice this. All caught up in their conversation, trying to see how many scones can Draco actually stuff in his mouth. So he turned to a girl, leaned closer to her, and whispered.

“I thought you stopped.” A sly smirk appears on his face. The girl looks at him confused before turning red all over her face and ears. Her eyes fell on the note that sat between his fingers. Avoiding his eyes, he put his arm around her shoulders to make her look at him. She took a breath to answer him but she only managed to stutter a few words before a yell from Mattheo interrupted her. Both Lorenzo and her look at the other boy, also holding a note in his hand. They exchanged confused looks before other one fell in front of Blaise.

More and more notes started to fall around them. Along with other mail as the wols flew circles around the hall. Everyone looked up amazed, the amount of love notes made it look like it was snowing. Few love confession howlers could be heard at the other tables. Professor McGonagall was holding a love note on her own, blushing and hiding her face behind her hands.

 That's when they heard a thud on the table. A box set of limited editions of books landed right in front of their friend. The girl squealed in excitement, completely abandoning her food to immediately pull one out to investigate it. They all looked at her in shock not believing their eyes. Lorenzo's note was completely forgotten.  Coos from an owl sounded above their heads. The girl snickered at their shocked faces.

“I guess I did sell the business after all.”

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↳ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

Gif not mine!

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joel Miller x afab!fem reader

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ellie finds an old chessboard somewhere in Jackson and asks you to teach her how to play. Joel joins and isn’t too happy about losing three times against you.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), age gap (reader is in her mid twenties, Joel is early fifties), sex, p in v, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, use of whore (like once), pet names (darling, sweetheart, angel), multiple orgasms, they do it on the table, cum eating, bit of angst, insecure Joel, canon divergency, probably ooc Joel and Ellie, mentions of death and loss, alcohol consumption, confessing feelings. Let me know if I missed something!

a/n: this one’s a bit rushed but I wanted to post it before my birthday so I apologize if it isn’t great. Anyways, I’m writing a second Javi fic, so if you liked 𝐌Í𝐀 I’m certain you’re going to love the next one:)

no use of y/n

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

"You're cheating." Ellie rambles, standing up to get a better view of the board and analyze it from different angles. You can't help but giggle at her childish attitude, cause it truly brought a certain joy to the dynamic. "Hey! It's not funny."

"How could I cheat? You were watching my game the whole time." You defend you case, raising your hands in a sign of peace but gaining a glare from the girl.

"I don't know, you're the one who's teaching me." In that moment, you hear the crack of the front door opening, but none of you bother to stand and greet the main resident of the house, too busy in your own matters.

"Look, I'm playing fair. I am simply older and more experienced than you." Ellie grimaces and sits back on the chair, both arms crossed over her chest. "But try not to feel too bad. I've always been really good at chess."

Joel enters the dining room and walks right past you, going straight to the kitchen. You guess he's either going for a beer or to pour some whiskey into his favorite glass. Always the same routine every weekend: he would come home late with absolutely no explanations as to where he was, drink something strong and spend some time with both of you before heading to bed.

"You must be a really good strategist, then." She replies, amused. "I’ve heard this game is all about that. Strategies."

When you're about to respond, the man's heavy footsteps get closer as he comes to the room once again and leans back on the wall opposite to you, a glass of whiskey on his hand. His grayish hair is messy and his eyes seem to shine brighter under the warm light hanging over your heads when he looks at you intently. Often, he would appear exhausted after being off all day, but tonight it was different. Something about him was, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

Ellie must've sensed a shift in the air, since she changed her approach in a second. "Joel, you're pretty ancient. I bet you know how to play."

You hold back your laughter at her mocking comment, reaching the board to rearrange the pieces. He cocked an eyebrow in her direction, straightening his posture nonchalantly.

"I'm more of a poker man," he retorts with a distant air, diverting his gaze to Ellie.

"Poker?" You frown as he comes your way, but doesn't take a sit just yet. "I didn't take you for a gambler, Miller."

He sets the glass down on the table, leaning over the chair next to you with a smirk. "M'not. There’s many ways of playing other than betting your money, f’you know what I mean.”

Your eyes widen at his response, taken aback. So he meant like… The one were you end up naked. “Now, I would’ve expected that from Tommy, but you? That’s a surprise.”

He shrugs, faded smile still on his lips.

You remembered what Ellie once told you, ‘he does that whenever you’re around,’ she had said in a meditative tone, ‘smile, I mean. It’s kind of creepy cause… y’know, he never does.’ Perhaps that’s why she acted differently every time you three were together.

“Yeah, whatever.” The girl grumbles. “Can you play chess or not? I need someone to take revenge for me.”

Joel takes a seat beside you, slowly, glancing over the board before sipping from his drink again. He looks back at Ellie, whose eyes were sparkling with excitement. The man sighs in defeat, well aware that he just couldn’t say no to her. A dad reflex, maybe, but it worked out in her favor and she’d take advantage of it as much as she could.

“Fine. I call black.” You nod in agreement and the younger one leans on her elbows for a better view. “Either way, I know you like making the first moves. Ain’t that right, darlin’?”

Your first reaction was almost choking on your own saliva. Honestly, how dare he say something like that in front of Ellie? Did he suddenly forget that she was fourteen and terribly clever? Had he lost his mind? Also, he never called you by anything other than your name whenever she was around, so this whole situation felt like a personal attack.

“You okay over there?” Ellie asked, slightly concerned at your incessant coughing.

“Yeah…” you give him a dirty look and press a hand to your chest, making the first move with a white pawn. “Could you bring me some water? I think my soul might’ve left my body.”

“Sure.” She quickly answers, standing up. Joel doesn’t say anything else, his mind focused only on the game now.

It had all happened last weekend.

Thinking in retrospective, your relationship with him had always been ambiguous. You couldn’t quite recall when he actually started talking to you and not just ‘bear with your presence’, nor when his invitations to come over to his place started coming from him and not Ellie.

At first, it was simply you and her. Bonding was easy, despite her sharp character. She looked up to you, for whatever reason that might be, and that smoothed things. Joel was a completely different story. He acted like you didn’t exist, as if you were merely another bug roaming his house. Though when he saw how good your friendship with Ellie was, his brusque behavior started to fade, or at least settle down somehow.

Sooner than later you started coming over to make dinner, or teach the teenager how to bake some of the recipes your grandmother had thought you -more like you’d do everything while she chatted to keep you entertained-. But truth be told, it became more of an excuse to see him.

Honestly, you were doomed since the very beginning. There was undeniably no way you would’ve been able to escape Joel Miller’s silent charm. His presence became a constant need to you, and you’d often find yourself relating certain things to him. Smoke, denim, pills, booze, watches and boots, to mention a few. To you, he was all gray and blue, merging in the best way possible.

You didn’t expect him to thank you for taking care of them. Them. Not just Ellie, him too. Or that he’d suddenly show up to places you would frequent, which made you wonder, could he possibly feel the same way? Sure, it could’ve been a simple coincidence… If it weren’t for the stolen looks you’d often share. Though his face rarely reflected any interest in you, his piercing gaze would frequently burn your skin every time you were hanging out with other men.

Two weeks ago, Maria had been held back from patrol due to her pregnancy, and you were called to fill up her place. The thing is, you were supposed to leave with Tommy, but somehow ended up with his older brother, riding at dawn in utter silence and searching for a prey to hunt. It wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, yet it allowed you to watch him more attentively: his broad shoulders and sturdy back, the dark graying hair that, in some way, made him more attractive. And then your mind, went to some… Darker places.

How would his big, manly hands feel cupping your breasts? Flashy images of his rough, calloused fingers pinching your nipples meandered your mind. His face buried between your legs, his mustache tickling your…

“You ‘kay there, sweetheart?” He had asked, abruptly taking you out of your freakish daydreaming. “You seem distracted.”

Well, that was a way of putting it. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…” you babbled, “I hate the rifle.” Joel glanced back at you with a stiff, confused expression. “If I shoot this thing, I’ll feel the kickback on my shoulders and back for at least two weeks from now.”

The horses were stagnant, waiting by the trees while you took a stroll nearby, keeping an eye for any sort of animal that would serve for dinner.

“Show me.” He said, internally amused by your inquiring expression. “Show me how you hold it.”

“Oh…” You compeled, in spite of the anxiety his stern eyes brought upon you.

“You’re doin’ it wrong.” He grunted, coming to approach you, still holding the position.

You scowled, raising a brow to him but not daring to move a muscle. “Maybe you’re just making me nervous, did you think about that?”

Joel plants himself behind you, staying so close that you could feel the warmth of his body through the many layers of clothing. Your heartbeat races when his hand rearranges the rifle on your elbow, unintentionally wrapping his arms around you.

“You need to hold it like this.” His tone was low but still firm. “Keep it up.” You feel his chest pressed to your back and his face near yours, making it hard to breathe.

You can’t bring yourself to look at him, cause if your head turns even a little, you fear the distance between you might as well disappear. His hand holds your wrist steady, the other one going from your elbow to your waist in a tight grip that makes you gasp.

“Do I make you nervous?” He questioned, without letting you go. Paying no mind to the way your nerves buzzed and ears rang at the proximity, you slowly nodded. “Are you afraid of me?”

His doubt made your heart jump and knit your brows together. “No. I trust you.” Joel’s breath hit your temple and it took all the self control in your body not to get rid of the distance.

“You shouldn’t.” Both his hands are on your waist in a firm grasp. He definitely noticed your flushed cheeks, the ragged breathing and constant desire to look at him. Like a damn teenager in love. You gulp, trying to regain composure.

“And why is that?” He didn’t answer, and every second that passed and his hands were still on you only made it worse. You needed to get closer or your lungs would crush under the weight of expectation. “Joel?”

You finally gave in, raising your head to face him. He was already looking down at you, eyes smitten and lost. A reflection of him you’d never seen before. Your gaze goes to his lips and inevitably lick your own before going up to his deep, brown eyes again.

Fucking hell, the man was mesmerizing.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you’re leaning forward, completely forgetting about the rifle and the whole world around you. Your noses touch and your lips merely brush against each other’s. Instinctively, you close your eyes in hopes that he’d go for it.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his hand comes to arrange your posture again, murmuring a lazy ‘easy’ in your ear, that shared moment vanishing in thin air.

“When shooting a weapon this big, you gotta bring your strength from your torso and legs.” And then he acted like nothing happened; nevertheless, he was perfectly aware of the effect he had on you. “That way it won’t hurt after.”

Well shit. Now you had screwed up.

This man was like a father to Ellie and you were not only infatuated with him, but also add to the list that you had purposely tried to kiss him. You were embarrassed, to say the least. Specially since it appeared that whatever feelings you had were one-sided.

Or so you thought, up until last Saturday.

You hadn’t talked with him about it. In fact, you hadn’t even been alone with him ever since. It was probably for the best, though, that way you wouldn’t have to humiliate yourself in front of him any further. Every time you happened to cross paths, he seemed aloof, more indifferent than usual.

It was pretty late, probably past midnight and Joel hadn’t yet arrived. You had spent all day with Ellie and now you were just waiting for his return, but she was growing tired and you didn’t think it was fair for her to stay up for too long.

“Go to bed, okay? I’ll wait for him.” You told her with a smile.

“Nah, don’t worry. I’m not even…” whatever she was going to say got cut off by her yawn.

“Right. You were saying?” She rolled her eyes and snorted at your victorious air.

“Fine. But promise you won’t stay for too long. I’d hate to know you didn’t get any sleep because of me.” You agreed and said everything would be fine, that she had nothing to worry about.

So you waited there on his living room, reading old crappy magazines about celebrity gossip while facing the crackling fire that kept the house warm. It was easy to lose track of time this way, therefore, when the door opened at last, you had no idea how long you had been waiting around. You rushed to his encounter, but you were totally unprepared for what happened next.

“Jesus Christ, Joel. Are you- shit…” the man standing ahead was someone you knew, but could barely recognize. The side of his face was bleeding, a cut going from his temple to the cheekbone and there were bruises scattered around it. He was sweating and you could swear he was about to faint.

You closed the door behind him, tugging his shoulder to drag him inside, all the way to the kitchen. Despite his rumbles of protest, Joel allowed you to do it, putting up no resistance. His mind was screaming at him to tell you that you should leave and that he didn’t need any help. But he was too fucking exhausted and you were being so kind and warm… He just couldn’t bring himself to do it, ignoring the part of his brain that kept telling him ‘you’ll regret this later’. For once in a very long time, he was being irrational, letting another part of him take control; or rather lose it completely.

You sat him down on a chair and took a clean towel, wetting it with cold water to treat the wound. In addition, you also took the bottle of whiskey that he kept locked away where Ellie wouldn’t find it, pouring him a glass. He gulps it down straight away.

Joel observes your every move closely. Your steady hands going to his chin and raising his face to the light, the way your features drown in concern and your dazzling eyes examine the injury. His skin burnt there where you touched him and it was becoming hard for him to keep his mind focused, growing dizzier with pain and intoxicated by your perfume. He really shouldn’t be feeling this way, and it burdens him to know it. Your lovely, young self shouldn’t be an object of his desire; and the fact that you were what he wanted the most was killing him achingly slow.

Because, even if you did want him back, what good could it possibly come from the whole thing? He’d just hold you back. There were plenty of other men in Jackson that could offer you things he certainly couldn’t. Yeah, that was it. He was way too corrupted to be deserving of someone like you.

“Does it hurt too much?” You muttered while getting rid of the blood, careful not to be too harsh.

“S’okay, angel.” The name-calling wasn’t something you usually liked. It sounded condescending coming from other men, but when he did it, your stomach fluttered. “Were you waiting for me?”

You nod vaguely, “I was worried.” His eyes bore into yours and your heart skips a beat. “I mean we. We were worried.”

“Right…” He noticed how your fingers brushed the hair out of his face tenderly, his self-control threatening to crumble under your touch with every second that went by. His hand takes your wrist, preventing you from keeping up your work. For a moment, he says nothing, simply staring at you fixedly. “I think you should leave.” He blurts out, letting go of you.

Oh, there they were. Those mixed signs that you always seemed to misinterpret.

You groan in exasperation, leaving the bloody towel beside the bottle of alcohol. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I don’t need your pity.” Joel was being petty and his deliver managed to hurt a little. But you would not give him that much power, at least not without putting up a fight.

“It’s not about that and you know it.” You cross both arms over your chest and sit on the edge of the table, determined to get out of that agog that wouldn’t let you sleep. “Why are you pushing me away?”

He rubs a hand over his face, taking his time to retort and avoiding your eyes. “I can’t give you what you want.”

You laugh sardonically, challenging him. “And what is that?” His gaze is disdainful and rude, but you don’t let him intimidate you. “Are you afraid?”

If you were anyone else, you’d be shaking with fear. Joel was tough, to the point where some might call him cynical. But you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. His goal was to scare you off.

“Go. I don’t need you here.” You don’t move an inch, resolved to bring an end to whatever this was and ignoring his vicious glare.

“No,” you huffed.

“I told you to leave.” He was getting pissed, his voice trembling with anger and the cold words slicing the tense air.

“And I said no. I don’t take orders from you.” His lips were sealed in a fine line, eyes feisty. “Be honest with me and then I’ll see myself out.”

Silence again. A more prolonged one in which none of you had the bravery to come forward. Every second that went on and nothing happened was a torture you could not endure. That was it then, you’d made a fool of yourself yet again.

“Fine.” Your voice comes out unsteady from choking down the tears as you stand up straight, set on leaving all these feelings behind.

But right when you walk by his side, Joel’s hand grabs your arm softly. His grip wasn’t strong enough to hold you back if you really wanted to go, kind of like he was unsure about his own actions.

“Push me away.” He pleads. And it sounds desperate, as if the whole situation caused him agony. “Please, push me away.”

Your wet your lips, astonished by how guilty he appeared when practically begging you to stay away, “I can’t,” you respond, “I won’t.”

There was no turning back now. He had trapped himself on purpose and jeopardized everything the moment he laid his hand on you. The minute your eyes found each other’s, he realized he’d just lost all willpower that remained.

Joel pulled you closer and the sudden action almost made you trip, forcing you to place both hands on his chest to stay still. Something flicked in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite comprehend. But you took it as a sign to fully give in to your desires, as long as he’d permit it. You sit on his lap, solely enjoying the moment. His face, despite the beating, was ever so beautiful. It wasn’t fair. If he wanted you too, why did he have make it this difficult? Perhaps he was simply… Insecure.

“What have you done to me, sweetheart?” He asked, voice strained as he looks down at your lips. Your fingertips gently trace the edges of his face.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” One of his hands covers your thigh and the other rests on his knee.

“Do you like playin’ around with an old man like me?” You can’t help but laugh a bit, your thumb going across his bottom lip. “Is this what you want? A sweet thing like you can do so much better.”

“I don’t care for boys, or any other men for that matter.” His chest swells at your words. “I like you, Joel. Is that so hard to believe?” The man swears you can feel his heart thumping against his ribs when he whispers a barely audible ‘yes’. His honesty moved you and grew a weird feeling in your chest that impelled you to prove him wrong.

In response, you lastly get rid of that awful distance, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and feeling the unfamiliar tickle of his mustache. It was stubborn at first, but he caved in eventually, kissing you back slowly. He took his time to relish on your taste before deepening the kiss, manhandling you on top of him. Joel’s hands are on your lower back and the nape of your neck as his tongue explores your mouth in depth, letting go of himself. You moaned in between the kiss, drunken by every light stimulation, which only spurred him on and turned the situation hungrier, more desperate.

“Joel…” you pull back, laying your forehead against his. “I have to go.”

You feel him chuckle at your declaration. “Seriously? Now?” His tone was raspy and faint.

“I don’t want to.” You assure with a pout, “But I fear that if I stay, this won’t end in a simple kiss. And Ellie’s upstairs, remember?” He agreed it was for the best, but still couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself, asking you to stay the night even if he had to sleep on the couch.

That was the night that started everything.

After that weekend, the way he acted changed radically. He remained with that grim, stoic exterior. Yet, he was brighter around you, more beaming. In public, he’d always find a way to touch you, even if it was merely a brief brush of skin. On bolder days, he’d pull you apart from a crown and take you somewhere darker to make out for as long as you could. Which wasn’t much, since everyone always appeared to have some sort of unresolved business with either of you.

Today, however, something was odd. Joel went off, as usual, and you stayed with Ellie, who had found an old, ragged chessboard somewhere in Jackson. A game that, as it turns out, you particularly loved.

That’s how you ended up here.

Three rounds afterwards, you keep winning and increasing his irritation.

“Checkmate.” You say for the fifth time tonight, giving him a triumphant smile, getting up from your seat to pour some whiskey into your glass.

“You’re cheating.” He barks, annoyed.

“See! I told you.” Ellie backed him up and the way they teamed up to bash you almost made you giggle.

“Suck it up, losers!” You shout from the kitchen, entertained by their resentment.

“Spill your secrets then, otherwise I will simply not be convinced.” She replies, glowering.

The drink nearly dissolves on your tongue and you leave the glass on the counter, coming to join them again. You rest both hands on her shoulders in a friendly gesture.

“My grandpa thought me when I was young. Before the outbreak, I mean.” Ellie turns her head to look at you in interest. “He got sick afterwards… Forgetful and amnesiac.” You explain, “Chess stimulated his brain and since I was his only family left, we would spend hours playing.” Joel’s chest feels heavy at the sight of your nostalgic smile. “We had a great time together. He… Passed away a couple years ago.” Ellie takes your hand on her own in a comforting manner, but you don’t feel particularly sad, simply emotional about the past. “Hey, kiddo. Didn’t you have a movie night with Dina today?”

“Shit!” Her eyes widen. “Thanks for the reminder, I totally lost track of time,” she gets up with an apologetic smile, “I’m gonna head out now.” She quickly takes a jacket and ties her hair up. “You guys can keep playing or… I don’t know, just don’t wait around for me.”

And just like that, you’re left alone.

After an entire week of sneaking around and behind everyone’s back, you’re finally alone.

There’s a shift in the air of the room and you narrow your eyes when you gape at him. “You think she knows something?”

He tilts his head to the side and finishes his whiskey. “Probably. Can’t know for sure.” The vague answer made you shrug, deciding to put a pin to it for later.

Now that no one was around, you were determined to have some fun, coming up with a plan that could escalate things between you. And he surely thought so too. It wouldn’t be difficult to get his attention, since he was constantly monitoring your every move. Being that way, you intentionally stand beside him when leaning to reorder the pieces, giving him a very good view of your ass.

“Another round?” You ask tauntingly, “Or are you already tired of getting defeated?”

He grunts, upset by the previous resolutions. “I’d like to play another game.” You turn around with a cheeky smile. “One that I won’t lose.”

“And what would that be?” He gives you a darkened, intense glance, his lips pursed in a smirk.

Joel Miller was a man of few words and he totally lived up to it. Instead of responding, he grabbed your hips and dragged your body to the side, so that you were now standing between his legs, lingering against the edge of the table. You swallow hard, meeting his heavy gaze from above him. It made your pulse raise and blood rush, igniting something that you haven’t quite felt with anyone else yet. He presses a kiss to your clothed abdomen, eyes never wandering from yours as he lowers his lips to your pelvis, lifting your shirt leisurely.

“Look at you, darlin’. All flustered and I’ve barely done anything.” Your chest rises and falls methodically, the atmosphere feeling dense despite the chilly air. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips when he starts laying open-mouthed kisses along your exposed belly, sending shivers through your whole body, “Off,” he motions at your clothes.

You do as told, getting rid of the shirt and tossing it to the floor. His big, warm hands strain your movements as he explores your skin, kissing all the way up to the valley of your breasts.

“Joel…” you take a fistful of his hair and pull at it mildly, just enough to yank his head backwards and bring your lips together, swallowing a whimper from him.

The kiss is ambitious, all teeth and tongue, as if you had been craving each other for long and had just barely given in. He swiftly stands up and sits you at the end of the table, spreading your knees to settle in between your thighs. He parts from your mouth and traces your jawline, neck and collarbones, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin, lightly scraping it with his facial hair. You were a mess at this point, panting and tugging at him as if you were about to collapse. But then he stops, breathing heavily against your chest and looking up to you with dark, lustful eyes.

“What- Did I do something wrong?” You stutter with uncertainty.

“Ain’t nothing wrong, angel.” His hand rests heavy on your thigh, a mischievous grin painted on his face. “But I told you we’d play a different game, didn’t I?”

This new side of him was exciting in many ways possible and whatever it was he wanted to do, you were certain it was going to be fun. And, possibly, a bit tortuous. You peer at him in expectation.

“Make your move.” He commanded, pointing the board with a succinct head movement. You obligue, choosing a random pawn and moving it with shaky hands while struggling to think straight. The man hums and decides to mirror your tactic. “Keep goin’.”

Next thing you know his fingers unhook your bra and you have to make a quick choice in spite of all the distractions. At the end, you go for a horse, barely capable of register anything other than his hands taking off the piece of clothing. After contemplating your scheme, he moves another pawn in return.

“Shit.” He hissed at the sight of your exposed tits, nipples hard from the cold air and arousal. “Focus.”

You weren’t sure if that last order was for him or for you, but either way the game kept going. He had enough attention span to grope your breasts and tweak your nipples between the pads of his calloused fingers, while also moving the chess pieces around. You couldn’t say the same for yourself; a louder moan escaping your lips when he replaced his fingers with his mouth.

The more ministrations he provided, the harder it became to make strategic moves. But you were determined not to let him win, regardless of the ache between your legs and the growing wetness in your panties that he refused to attend.

“Joel, I…” He takes away one of your rooks, his lips attached to your neck and hands caressing your inner thighs. “I need more.”

He huffs a laugh that vibrates through your lower body. “That right, angel? Tell me what you want.”

You take away his only bishop left and hear him growl at his approaching defeat. “Touch me, please.”

“Where?” His scent fogs your senses, so manly and distinctive of him, growing the need to feel him in any way possible. “Words, sweetheart.”

“I need your fingers in my cunt, Joel.” You spit out, watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down his throat and increasing his arousal with your lack of coyness. “Please.”

“Anything for my pretty girl.” He unbuttons your pants and slides one hand inside, palming your pussy over the underwear, altering your breathing pattern and moving the queen with his free hand. “Fuck, you’re drippin’.” You grind against his hand and his grip on your waist tightens to keep you still as he kneads circles on your clit over the thin fabric. “Your turn, darlin’.”

The game carries on at the same time as he moves your panties aside and slides two thick fingers inside your entrance, his thumb still fondling your nub slowly. You can’t keep your moans at low and the stimulation picks up when he curls his digits to hit your right spots. All that can be heard in the room is the cracking wood of the fireplace and the squelching sounds of your pussy.

“Jesus Christ, Joel…” you cry out his name, burying your face on the crook of his neck, grabbing the soft flannel in your fists and spilling all your whimpers into his ear, delighting yourself with the way he smelt. He groans at the feeling of your bare chest pressed to him, his cock throbbing painfully at every sound you’d make.

“You like that, darlin’? You like to fuck my fingers on top of this table like a needy little whore?” You clench around him and throw your head back, a new wave of slick coating all the way to his knuckles. “Ah, so you do like it.”

“Yes, Joel. I-” he speeds up his pace, greedily circling your clit in a way that makes your back arch, giving him a glorious view from his position.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Been wanting to do this for so fuckin’ long…” He admits, peppering kisses all over your breasts.

“Me too. Thought about you when I-” your voice gets lost at the sudden feeling of heat settling on your lower stomach, building up your crescendo. “When I was alone.” Your confession only manages to prompt him further and make his movements more effective. You squirm under his touch, a hand messing his hair while the other holds his belt to keep him close.

He groans a deep ‘fuck’ at the pathetic sound you made. All because of him. No; all of them for him.

“Joel, I’m- shit, I’m close,” there’s a hotness on the pit of your stomach that extends to your legs.

“I know, angel.” He coos, his free hand brushing the hair out of your face. “Go ahead, do it.” His words are all it takes for your orgasm to hit, shocking every nerve on your body. He helps you come down from it, tracing soothing patterns on your bare skin as your body quivers from elation.

“Joel…” you whisper, both your hands on his belt and going to unbuckle it, watching as he takes both fingers to his lips and licks them clean.

“Sweet” he kisses you again, deeply. You happily return it with the same energy, nibbling at his bottom lip while your palm slides inside his jeans to feel up his bulge over the underwear. He muffles a moan in your mouth, his hot, hard cock twitching under your grip.

Your hand drifts inside his boxers to feel him directly, your thumb rubbing over the tip to spread the surprising amount of precum that oozed there. Joel gasped into your mouth, the sound prompting you further.

“Checkmate.” You tell him, pulling back only when you needed to breathe, guiding your finger to your tongue in order to taste him. “I won.”

His eyes divert to the board in awe, and you admire his mesmerized expression when he confirms that you had, in fact, won again. Joel comes back to dote on your devilish grin, fueled up by a new thrill of excitement.

“Fuck this…” he mutters through gritted teeth, mindlessly tossing the board to the side and letting it fall off the table along with all the pieces, making an absolute mess. It appears like he doesn’t even register any of it, going straight back to kissing you, his hands sliding your pants down your legs.

“Shit, Joel…” You can’t help but laugh at his reaction, encouraged by his sudden passion.

As your lips collide once again, you start to unbutton his shirt and he helps you out of your jeans, along with your very wet panties. He pushes your back against the wooden surface, holding you down with a hand around your neck.

“Winners that boast in their victory are only brats.” He snarls, taking his dick out for you to see. Your mouth waters at the sight of it: thick, bigger than you could’ve expected, the head swollen and glistening. “Brats need to be tamed.”

You whine when he parts your thighs even wider, teasing your slit with his tip, covering it in your slick and intentionally grazing your aching clit, urging you to grab his bicep for support.

“Can’t you just fuck me already?” You blurt out, the sensation only edging you more. “I might just cum again from all the teasing.”

His fingertip sweeps across your bottom lip, an eyebrow raised. “You really that sensitive, angel?” He questions, “Or is it just because of me?”

The inquiry nearly makes you crack up. Damn, the man was totally clueless. “Are you really that unaware of the effect you have on me?”

His stare reflects how pleased he is to hear that. “How many times did you beat me tonight, sweetheart?”

It takes an actual effort for you to recall and muster up an answer when he keeps toying with you so mercilessly. “Three, I presume.”

Joel’s hand slithers to your lower back, keeping you angled for him. “Then I’ll get you off three times.” Your heart jumps at the sentence and you look at him in disbelief. “Can you do that, angel?”

Three fucking times?

When your whole life men had only ever given you… None, practically. One at most, if you were lucky enough. And Joel mother-fucking Miller had the nerve to ask if you could handle three.

“Bet.” The answer is music to his ears, giving in once and for all as he enters you unhurriedly.

He’s so big and you feel him splitting you open exquisitely, the sensation fading any thoughts, beliefs or identities from your mind. Right now, all you know is him. It stings a little and it forces you to screw your eyes shut, letting out a small whine as he bottoms out, your nails digging on his arm.

“You’re doing s’good, baby.” He continues to say in midst of it, talking your way through it, “Taking me so well…” You think it’s somewhat unfair that he’s still fully clothed and you’re naked as the day you came; yet, at the moment your mind can’t even think of anything but his cock, buried deep inside you. “If something feels off or it becomes to much… Let me know and I’ll stop.” You nod, eagerness starting to scratch your insides.

“Yes. Now can you please, please start moving.” He holds back a chuckle, gazing at you from above, barely lifting your hips to feel more of him.

“Atta girl,” he obeys, thrusting his hips sharply and deep. “Look so pretty beggin’ to be fucked.” His big arm travels to the arch in your back, withdrawing and pushing in again, slowly losing his consciousness to pleasure.

“Fucking hell, you fill me up so good…” he moans gruffly at your comment, pulling you down on his cock as he picks up an unrelenting pace, hitting every right spot as if he knew them all by memory.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Joel drags in an out, rejoicing himself in every high pitched moan you’d spill. Your legs wrap around his waist in an effort to keep him as close as you could.

The angle is very intimate, his whole body flushed against yours, warm and firm, while your hand snakes under his flannel to dig your nails on his bare shoulders, the other scratching his scalp delicately and Joel’s hot, erratic breaths hitting your face as you gape at him. It’s like everything else disappeared and it was all about the two of you and this moment of pure rapture. Unable to contain your urge, you search for his lips, kissing him one more time, the mixture of mint and alcohol in his mouth fogging your senses in the best way possible.

His tip nudges your g-spot relentlessly, the stretch his girth provided so satisfying that you clench around him as your second orgasm approaches, causing him to pull apart from the kiss and let out a sinful groan, deep from his throat, that sends a shudder up your spine. It all becomes too much; the friction of your delicate nipples with his shirt, his thick cock dragging against your walls and lastly, Joel’s teeth biting down the soft skin under your ear, his facial hair scraping deliciously. That is your cum button.

“That’s my girl, making a mess on my dick,” he fucks you through it, slowing down his pace and only pulling out when your legs tremble. “Say it darlin’, tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Joel…” he basks in the view of your fucked out self, looking up at him in a delirious state, eyes low, heat soared across your cheeks and lips plumped. “Shit, Miller,” you sit up, arm still hanging around his broad shoulders while his hard, throbbing cock rested against your thigh. “You’re so fucking hot, did you know that? It drives me insane.”

He laughs huskily, his big hand caressing the side of your face in a caring manner. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he speaks softly, “I think I might’ve fucked you so hard I scrambled your brain.”

You actually crack up this time, pressing a kiss to his forehead and muttering an: “Idiot.” He grabs your thighs and methodically swirls your body, flushing your back against his chest. Without warning, he slams into you again, making you yelp at the sudden action.

“You’ve got a dirty mouth,” he pokes fun at you, “next time we’ll put it to use.” And the promise raises goosebumps on your skin.

This new position gave you the opportunity to feel him deeper, if that was even possible. His thighs and hips firm against yours, every single snap making you feel that delicious stretch he provided as your cunt envelopes him tightly. But you were already far too sensitive and every light touch added to his thrusts made your body feel weaker.

“Joel, I-” he holds you with an arm covering your waist, his fingers pinching your nipples. “Fuck, I won’t last…”

He becomes more vocal, his disjointed moans drifting from his lips right into your ear while the hand on your hip makes its way to rub your clit gloriously, in a way that makes you wonder just how the fuck does he know exactly what your body likes.

“Is my sweet girl gonna cum for me?” you nod, unable to form any words, only capable of reveling on the way his cock throbs inside you. “Speak, remember?”

But you can’t. Nothing comes out of your mouth besides his name, like a constant plea. When the third one finally came, it was simply euphoric; your whole body shudders and your vision goes white, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes as you start to feel lightheaded. Joel draws out with a grunt, a string of curses leaving his lips as you spin around to see him. Your hand wraps around his own when he fucks his fist and you take in the sight of him cumming all over your fingers, his forehead laying on your shoulder as you milk him. Inevitably, you lick your fingers to taste his salty load. A sight that would be engraved in his brain for the rest of his days and that could possibly haunt him in his time apart from you.

“Checkmate my ass,” he grits between shaky breaths, your hand stroking his hair as he comes down from his high.

“What a sore loser…” you joke. In fact, you plan to say something more, but you feel too tired for anything.

It didn’t really matter, though. Joel took good care of you. He bathed with you, cleaned up the whole mess and gave you one of his shirts for you to sleep with, eventually going to bed with your very passed out self.

Well, if Ellie didn’t know anything before, she surely will now.

#joel miller #joel the last of us #the last of us #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #the last of us oneshot #the last of us hbo

[hiimawarish]

too soft for all of it

s. mutual pining with jing yuan (and a very uncomfortable yanqing). cw. fluff. maybe a little crack? mutual pining. funny misunderstanding. maybe a little suggestive, but not too much. female/afab reader. tw. none. not proofread. wc. 0.69k a/n. i have no excuse for this more than i love this man and he has ruined me. credits. dividers by @/cafekitsune.

As Yanqing hesitates outside the door, he wonders if you really think you’re fooling anyone. You’re not. He is sure of that. Knowing the General, there is no way he is convinced that whatever you two had going on was kept a secret. The soft echo of laughter within the Seat of Divine Foresight tells him as much—the poor boy recognized your voice as soon as he had arrived, with his hand up balled into a fist, almost knocking, yet he stopped. He stopped. And he has been here, stuck in front of the door, for what feels like an eternity.

“I need to go,” He can hear you say. The voice is muffled, but his training makes it easy to strain his ear to understand. “My break at work will be over soon.”

“I’m sure I can come up with a good excuse for Lady Fu to allow you more time.” 

Ah, there he is. 

Yanqing feels himself blushing, then. What is he doing here, frozen in front of the closed door, listening to this conversation? The truth is that the General had called for him. That is the first reason. The second, well, he had some pieces of information to report. Now he wonders if they are important enough to knock and interrupt whatever is going on inside. The boy shakes his head at that—no, maybe he is merely imagining things. As laid down as the General is, he truly doubts that he would make use of the Seat of Divine Foresight for such inappropriate acts.

Right?

Right?

God, he just wants to get out of here.

“General?” Yanqing finally knocks, feeling both ashamed and upset that he seems caught in this position. Honestly, who does he think he is fooling? Although the office’s expanse is more than enough, it isn’t as if the giggles and whispers do not make it outside at all. Ugh. “You called for me?”

“Yes. Come in.”

Yanqing feels himself freezing again at that. He had… He had actually asked him to come in? 

“Yanqing?” The General calls, again. 

“Coming!”

The boy pushes the doors open against his better judgement. His mind runs wild with all the possible scenarios, with all his possible outbursts… only for him to be left speechless. There is no state of undress, no inappropriate scene. The only thing out of place is the starchess. You’ve been playing… All this time, all those whispers, everything… For a game?

Yanqing feels himself blushing, then, furiously. General Jing Yuan watches him with curiosity first, and then the molten gold eyes of his gleam knowingly—ah, he has been discovered. 

“Yanqing,” You call him. He seems startled, and still flushed, but if you notice, you do not mention it. “Tell the General that he cannot move this piece like this. He’s cheating.”

Ah, his old antics.

“I am not cheating,” Jing Yuan crosses his arms across the expanse of his chest, an amused smile curving into his lips as he glances at you. Yanqing observes the exchange in silence. Neither of you say anything, and yet the General’s eyes seem to soften as they lay on you. “You’re a sore loser.”

“Says the one who’s always hiding pieces of chess,” Yanqing adds.

Jing Yuan makes a face. “That’s different.”

“How so?” You retort, almost exasperated. 

Though your voice sounds upset, Yanqing can see beyond that. He can see the longing in your eyes as you glance at the general, those secretive looks that you both think no one else can see, but for the Lieutenant are evident. He notices the lingering touch of your hand on Jing Yuan’s shoulder as you nudge him, playfully, the way he smiles at the feeling of your hand on him. 

Yanqing realizes, then, that perhaps the General is softer than he once thought.

It’s apparent. 

“I’m leaving now,” you announce, taking a few steps toward the exit. “I already wasted my break on a game with a cheater.”

A rumble of laughter parts Jing Yuan’s lips at your words. “You wound me.”

Yanqing stays silent, watching you banter—yes, the General has definitely gone soft.

Soft for you.

more works.

©2023 hiimawarish do not translate, repost, copy, modify

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #honkai jing yuan #jing yuan honkai #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #natsu writes #yanqing #hsr

[asmomyluv]

HEADCANNONS(BEELZEBUB)

I just realized how long this is wow.. I mean Beel is the LOML so I guess I'm not that surprised

SFW

Warnings: none

- First off Beel is absolutely 7’3 or close to it, I refuse to believe he’s shorter than Shaq… Lucifer would be so mad knowing a human is taller than him eheh

- He’s the type to set off fireworks like idk… he’s the least scared of the sound and flames yk

- Beel definitely blushed harder than the others idk I feel like when something makes him blush he goes red

- Beel is a cuddled through and through not that he has a choice considering his twin but he enjoys knowing someone finds him comforting and would let any of his loved ones lay on him without judgement

-Honestly I think Beel is stronger than most of his brothers, like Mammon as the second born was intimidating when Beel brought up how much he works out which makes me think Beel is crazy strong yk?

- Even tho he loves all food he takes a special appreciation for food cooked by someone’s else for him like when his brothers or MC makes dinner

- Speaking of MC, he cares abt them so much honestly I think Beel is very selfless with the people close to him, and now MC is in the circle that’s an eturnity of loyalty

- Beel is definitely amazing at chess I think he’d play with Lucifer when they’re both free he’s definitely patient and observant

- He has an appreciation for beauty definitely, paintings statues any form of art I just think he’s the type to slow down and enjoy things but he often can’t because of his hunger

- Strong boi workout and,,, he uses MC as weights sometimes it’s nothing compared to his usual weights but they both enjoy it if you two were together he’d love to hav ur kids him after a rep

- And ofc regardless your encouragement keeps him going

- Dry ass humor but it’s so funny from him, like he could say something that’s definitely not meant to be funny but the way he says it so idk he’s just unintentionally funny

- He only has 4 facial expressions smile, frown, straight face no more no less

- Ok just because Beel doesn’t act out doesn’t mean he doesn’t want your attention, he’d prefer you give him attention just because you want to not because you think he’ll be dramatic about it

- He likes to subtly mark people, giving Belphie his jacket as a blanket, letting Asmo bedazzle his dumbell for decór

- He gives off the most body heat, like he just runs hot which is good because his room is always as cold as it can get

- Don’t get fooled, yes Belphie sleeps the most but Beel? He sleeps deeper there is almost nothing that can wake him even the smell of food, he'll just sleepwalk to the source

- I think in his Demon form he had an ACTUAL void in his stomach like anything that goes in is just gone from existence which can be good for making any kind of threat to his brothers especially Levi or Mammon

- Beel has a very deep voice and it gets even deeper when he’s hungry or tired

- Beel gives the best compliments stuff that really reaches what your insecure about and makes you feel good about yourself all day

- He will not hesitate to move anything in his way not violently just pick it up and move it even if IT is another demon

- It’s hard for him to understand just how little humans eat like “Only three times a day :0?” And ofc sometimes not even that he’d think your sick he first time you skip breakfast

- Why did i think his name was Beelzelbub for so long,,, idk where the second l came from

-I feel like he can't get poisoned by anything that's consumed or that gets digested like he won't get sick from consuming bacteria

-Ok so yk he has a tattoo I think it's some symbol with seven lines to symbolize his brothers

-He's such a family guy even tho he's pretty stoic he'd do literally anything for his brothers Levi's too sick to stand in line for a new game? He's got a snack bag to take his place. Satan needs help cleaning his room Beel's on the way. Asmo want's to try some new makeup Beel's already in the chair

-He picks up on the little things, part of why he's so quiet is because he likes to observe everyone else

-I love the idea that he just lets kids play on him and MC like they can just crawl on him and he'll have his gentle little smile

#asmomyluv #obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me headcanons #obey me Beelzebub headcanons #obey me beel headcanons #obey me shall we date

[cboffshore]

hi everyone. I come bearing IICT(OSC) insider knowledge, hints, and memes.

bc spoilers: everything else is under the cut. Do not proceed before you read the fic. Unless you like having twists untwisted in advance. That's on you.

(one day I wanna try my hand at redrawing/tracing this Gayle meme to be Nya, but that's neither here nor there.)

If I ever do any super, super in-depth analysis of this work, it's not happening today, as I'm fighting a weather migraine and longform ideas are NOT my friends. However, I did want to make a few fun bonus notes. These aren't bulleted bc mobile browser formatting.

The weapon in the escape scene was only originally supposed to be a rusty pipe (loosely inspired by a piece of Fall Out Boy promo art used on "What a Time To Be Alive", and yes I KNOW Pete has a baseball bat. I said LOOSELY.) I waffled on the chain element for a LONG time. However, on Halloween, Han doodled this for Trick or Treat asks, and that was enough to make me commit to the idea. @spinjitsuburst: I have no idea if you've read this fic or not, but I never did properly tell you how helpful that was. (And none of that is a spoiler if you do go read it, just turn back now and you'll be safe.)

The Incense Gambit is a real chess strategy; however, we don't call it that. The actual move set is called the Bongcloud Attack, which I learned about when I was doing chess research for this fic. I started out by trying to learn chess online, and at some point, I decided it would be fun to have Nya win with a recognizably stupid move set. Knowing very little about chess at that point (having lost to most of the bots and people I played), I Googled a list of joke chess openers and picked the one that made me laugh the hardest. The Mighty Donut was in second place, but that requires both players to cooperate, so that wouldn't have worked. Not wanting to write "what, you've never heard of the Bongcloud Attack?" as a dialogue line, I switched the name to Incense Gambit both as a reference to smoke and for the fact that "incense" also means "to anger." I should also disclose that one of my few chess wins happened when I USED the Bongcloud, which... that's not normal.

In my first outline, the REAL Landon was originally supposed to set off the escape sequence. Stopping Nya was supposed to be pure luck/desperation on his part, followed by an encounter with Nadakhan where I would've been able to cram in a small analysis of how he treats his crew members. It didn't work out and I never wrote it, but there were secret passageways involved, and it could've been fun if I'd gotten it to work. I still think that bringing the shapeshifting back was the wiser choice, though.

I've already gotten two separate comments that, to different degrees, claim this would have worked as a plausible canon installment. Which is good! The whole point of this is to fill the gaps in her experience, so hearing that this seems believable is always lovely.

If you reread c5, take note of who resets the board each time. Without realizing it, I assigned that duty to whoever feels more strongly that they are controlling the situation at that point.

The wine vs tea thing I hinted at in a few past posts: both beverages are written as symbols of how much Nadakhan is present in a given scene. Wine only appears if he's directly visible - things like the chess sequence and in the dream, where I use wine to describe the air. Tea, however, only appears if Nya can't see him, but he's still influencing the events. These include his gloves smelling like black tea when Nya is blindfolded, the presence of tea on the meal tray, and - of course - the tea she uses as a weapon in the escape sequence.

Speaking of the escape sequence, I made this meme VERY early on and I still find it stupid funny:

#lila speaks #december wip rambles #ninjago skybound #OSSAS tag #there might be more analysis funtime in the future idk

[deepdeanvsweston]

George and Bertie headcannons

I'm so obsessed with character relationships who have never/very briefly met

- THEY SHOULD BE MATES

- they meet properly for the first time in MAM, before that it was Harold rushing his family about Cambridge and showing it off, with just a quick wave and a mention of him when they see Bertie in the street

- George's interest was piqued of course, that's the boy from the Fallingford Case! He and Aleks have been avidly following it, and all the allegations of homosexuality against Bertie

- Harold sort of uses this as a litmus test for his family, and thankfully his parents are like 'what consenting people get up to behind closed doors is none of our business' and George is all 'I don't care about that! I want to know more about night climbing"

- anyway they meet in MAM and George knows who Bertie is from the letters Harold writes ("Albert Wells is in my class, from that Fallingford Case you're so intrigued by. When you visit for the hols, please don't mention it - he's really nice and I think you'd like him. I really like him.")

- Bertie and George don't really talk until that night they go climbing, where Harold and Aleks have gone ahead because of their long legs

- George desperately elects to ignore the way Bertie is staring at Harold's ass

- Bertie knows George sort of knows about him and Harold but is still feeling major awkward

- George tries to break the ice > "isn't it dreadful being friends with people who have long legs?" Bertie laughs and some of the ice is broken, though of course he's still nervous

- but by the time he's got to be sent back to Weston, George has told him every embarrassing story ever about Harold ("do you know he used to beg and beg our parents to take him to see the naked statues of the - male, might I add! - Greek warriors in the museum..."

- Harold is MORTIFIED

- anyway George and Bertie like playing chess together

- they'll sit on the floor, board on the coffee table with Harold's legs draped over Bertie's while he reads his latest history book buy, and Aleks leaning on George's shoulder as he practises languages

- (their boyfriends find it funny to distract them by kissing their neck and calling them pet names as they play. George and Bertie do not find it funny.)

- Bertie is always going to George to find out whether something looks good or not

("George, Harold says he thinks the yellow and orange look good together"

"He's either wrong or colour blind"

"That's what I thought. The purple, instead?"

"Oh, absolutely")

- George is teaching Bertie Hindi so he can sort of 'propose' to Harold and impress The Parents

- (he doesn't need to, the Mukherjees thinks he's 'such a charming young man')

- they're both autistic (even though the label doesn't exist yet)

- so Harold is used to George stimming, so isn't phased when finds Bertie flapping his arms and being overwhelmed by stuff

- ("Is it the lights? Are they too bright?"

"Yes... how did you know?"

"My brother, he gets bothered by these sorts of things too - says that it feels like the lights are smothering him")

- Harold and Bertie get a cat and George gets to name it Oscat Wilde

#begging for bertie/george interactions #murder most unladylike #mmu #george mukherjee #bertie wells #mam #Mistletoe And Murder

[powderblueblood]

ohhhh 18, 9, and 2 for your Steve and Eddie (any verse you'd like

interrogate me about my characters

you are FEEEDING MEEEEE i'm sorry this took me like a couple of days my brain had to power back up after the weekend

2. THEIR EMOTIONAL/MORAL WEAK SPOTS

hellfire & ice/sequel!eddie starts off as your garden variety drug dealer and progressively adds a couple more tools in his criminal belt as the years go on and honestly? doesn't really see that much of a boohoo about it. yes, it's what the world expects from all munsons, yes, it's bad bad work for bad bad men but eddie can't see himself working a straight job. ever. he's not equipped for it. and, he's made peace with the fact that he'll never be a rockstar (jk no the fuck he has not he's so bitter) so he's all, might as well make the wasted years i have on this stupid earth a little more interesting. he's got a little bit of a robin hood complex going on once we meet him in his late 20s.

clear cut!steve is also a criminal albeit the smoother kind, and kind of works off a similar thing of i've never been good at anything else, so this might as well be my career. except for steve, it's banking on how far he can get with that tireless, bottomless, all-consuming harrington charm. working in insurance, or whatever the fuck his father did, never quite scratched the itch of bold faced robbery that... well, robbery did. it's funny, though. steve's never had the aspirations towards grandeur that his fellow thieves have had, because he knows what it's like to grow up in a cushy rich household. steve's just doing it for the thrill of fooling everybody. and he is, by the way. fooling everybody. even you. remember that.

9. HUMILIATING MEMORIES

hellfire and ice!eddie, like.... do you mean his entire life up to this point and actually, beyond. he once got so unbelievably fucking stoned that he thought calling a phone sex line was a good idea but then once the sexy operator lady picked up, he got so freaked out that he could only talk in fozzie bear voice and he couldn't drop the bit for 20 minutes. fun conversation with wayne about that phone bill. he's also written so much bad poetry, so many embarrassing near-self insert stories (one of us, one of us) where he romances many a comely elfin lady. he once slipped one of these stories into chess club captain martha peterson's locker in freshman year as, like, an effort at wooing her but then he got pulled into the fucking guidance counselor's office because she said he was stalking him.

old hollywood!steve... again. regrets. humiliations. he has a few. one could be punching bela lugosi out after a stage production of dracula because he thought he was a real vampire (drunk). another could be punching out an extra on the set of the merry widow in 1925 because he was sniffing around mae murray, who steve was also sniffing around at the time (jilted). steve was replaced by 'that rodent-voiced bastard john gilbert' and the extra he clocked? none other than clark gable. among other embarrassments; not securing a finalized divorce from his first wife before he married his second (drunk), the time he fully pissed his pants when buster keaton played a prank on him during a seance (stoned), getting caught wailing for a second chance outside joan crawford's room at the garden of alla hotel (that woman was inside having lesbian sex).

18. THINGS THEY'LL NEVER ADMIT

old hollywood!eddie knows his entire career is based on fluke, but he's too embarrassed to nurture his real talent, which is writing. to be honest, he does stunts because he kind of has a death wish. not being able to express himself was killing him, but he was always too full of piss and vinegar and cowardice to kill himself. but now people see him, or what the studios have made of him, and it's glorious and horrifying and naked and fake and full of possibility that he's too scared to touch.

hellfire & ice/burning up & burning out!steve (moreso sequel relevant, but) has always thought lacy was a fucking weirdo honestly and blames lacy for nancy pulling away from him during his senior year, not like nancy becoming a person was a factor or anything... until they're older and steve and lacy grow increasingly fond of each other. he wishes he took the job that his dad laid out for him on a silver platter sometimes and married someone stable, like tina or whoever. steve's increasingly more anxious socially as he ages, knowing that most people see him as some kind of joke, but he has to put on the face and be the guy, whatever that means to him in 1994. he's terrified that he's built his life around constructs that are flimsy; being independent from his family, following a path when he's not sure of himself as a person, desperately trying to make the thing with nancy work when she's there because he's familiar and he's there because he's afraid.

#powder room talk #slowdancer #e. munson by powder #s. harrington by powder #hai brainrot #clear cut #bubo #burn like nitrate

[forabeatofadrum]

an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thanks for tagging me @wellbelesbian! Better late than never, eh?

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

Just Some Guy and Ljubili se. Those are my "active" WIPs now, because if I had to list all of them... oh boy. Although I'm working on Just Some Guy more.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Outsider POV + Chosen One shit = disinterest

Queer journey + long distance = chaos (I think???)

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

For these two, none. I know Matt is MCD, but it stands for Matt Christopher Davis.

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

I don't really have alternative titles, but they do have nicknames. I call Just Some Guy "MCD" because it's just funny to me and Ljubili se "Klaine in Ljubljana 2" which is ridiculous cause they're no longer in Ljubljana.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

Just Some Guy. I only need to finish one more chapter and I've been updating it weekly.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Ljubili se is in "drabbles and oneshots" and Just Some Guy in "Non-glee drabbles and oneshots" because I am chaotic and put all my writing in those two docs, unless something becomes too big, then it gets its own doc.

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

I’ve heard stories of physical fights between them, but I kind of don’t care. Just let me play chess in peace. If they want to knock each other’s brains out, be my guest. One time I walked to class and Simon almost shoved Baz against the wall in anger, and I just passed them. I think more students are kind of used to their escalations. So, no, I don’t care. Arnold says it’s rude of me to think that way, but it’s not out of malice. It’s out of disinterest. “Really, I don’t get politics,” I sigh.

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

I scrapped two scenes in Just Some Guy. The whole premise of the fic is that Matt honestly doesn't care that much about what the fuck is going in with Simon Snow and entourage. Originally, the kidnapping of the Mage in the 6th year had an entire scene where he, Leslie and John discuss it. And in the 8th year, there was an entire scene where Matt and his dad learn about the Mage's death, because once again, John and Leslie show up to discuss it. But in the end, I realised that Matt just... doesn't care. And those two scenes therefore felt very forced and it dragged the chapters down. The snippets aren't bad. They're just woefully unnecessary. I was like "I need Matt to acknowledge this" and I realised I didn't. I put both of them under the cut at the end of this post.

Hey, it ain't spoilers, cause everyone who's read Carry On knows what happens to good ole Davy.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Unfortunately for me, my mind's already started planning for this year's Klaine Advent/December Fanworks Challenge. Why is this unfortunate? Well, I still have to finish the 2023 one, Ljubili se.

But this idea is pretty neat. It's inspired by J.M. Frey's Accidental Turn series. That's all I'm sayin.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

Actively, 2. Maybe 3, since bamboo ceiling is rotating in my brain. Don't ask me about the others in my WIP Hospital.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I AM FUCKING STUCK ON LJUBILI SE BECAUSE JUST LIKE LJUBIM TE I JUST FIND KURT'S POV HARDER/LESS INTERESTING TO WRITE.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Kudos back!

I think this post has been passed around in the Snowbaz fandom, so I am passing it to the Gleeks: @thnxforknowingme @caramelcoffeeaddict @coffeegleek @quizasvivamos @bitbybitwrites @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @rockitmans @special-bc-ur-part-of-it and whoever else!

Year 6: Mage's kidnapping

When I come home from Christmas break, something is definitely up.

“Did I miss anything?” I whisper to Leslie. We’re walking towards the Dining Hall to meet up with the others.

Leslie looks around.

“I heard this from John,” she leans in, “that the Mage got kidnapped over Christmas.”

“What?!” I exclaim.

“Shut it,” Leslie hisses. Some people are indeed staring at us. “The Coven is keeping it quiet at the Mage’s request. He cannot afford to look weak in front of the Old Families and the Dark Creatures.”

“Then how does John know?” I ask, but I think I already know the answer. John just knows stuff. And so far he’s always right. Maybe he’s a Seer, or something. Not that those are real, but damn, John is a strong contender.

And yes, Leslie tells me that John just knows.

Leslie and I enter the Dining Hall and John waves. Everyone’s already here. I look to Leslie to say something about it, but she’s already run to Sam to catch up. I shrug. Leslie can be mysterious as well.

I sit next to John and I inquire about the Mage’s disappearance.

“Yeah, Simon Snow saved him and all that jazz,” John says quietly.

“Shouldn’t the Mage be the one protecting him, not the other way around?”

“You’d think, huh?” John sighs.

I look around. I assume others know as well, but no one discusses it openly. Even the Old Family kids don’t taunt Simon Snow about his mentor allegedly being kidnapped.

“Why did you tell Leslie?” I ask.

“Because I knew she’d tell you.”

“Why is it important that I know?” I ask, “You know I don’t care about Chosen One stuff.”

I care more about the pudding that’s in front of me. Fuck yeah, pudding. Both my mum and my dad are decent cooks, but they have nothing on cook Pritchard.

John shrugs.

“I needed you to react to it for story reasons,” he says.

“… Okay,” I say and I scoop some pudding on my plate, “Did it work?”

John nods with a smile.

“Yes, it did.”

--

Year 8: Mage's death

“Okay, so, the Humdrum attacked the Pitch Manor, where Simon Snow so happened to be. The day after, it attacks Watford. Simon and the Mage are there. Simon defeats the Humdrum and lost his magic. He kills the Mage. Is that… all?”

“In a nutshell,” Leslie says.

“Why would Simon Snow kill the Mage?” my dad wonders out loud. That is indeed the most surprising part, not even the fact that the Mage killed Ebb, the goatherd.

“The investigation is still in its beginning phase,” John says, “But it sounds like the Mage maybe wasn’t a good man after all.”

“Huh,” my dad says. That’s all. But it summarises it perfectly. Look, my dad and I are just some guys. We don’t have big opinions on the status quo, so we never really questioned how things are.

“So, what now?” I ask.

“There will be an inquiry into the Mage’s death,” Leslie explains, “Mitali Bunce is interim headmistress. Rumour has it that Simon Snow’s magic hasn’t returned, so who knows if he’ll come back to school.”

Damn.

This dude just saved the world, and he has to think about school?

I mean, I do too, but I am no Chosen One.

Bruh, it must suck to be Simon Snow

#tag game

[nonokoko13]

Maybe twilight needed to adopt 2 children for his mission to look like a normal family. That's when Child! reader comes in. Since Twilight is a spy, Anya a psychic, Yor an assassin. Why not have a robot child? So the reader is a robot that can change their appearance. Robot reader will look a normal 10 year old. But it's odd that Anya can read reader's min since they're a robot. I just want fun headcannons of child robot reader and the Forger family! (You don't have to do this, it's just an idea I wanted to get out of my head haha.)

I hate how much I love this idea, thank you anon, now I need a robot kid in the series and since we're not getting it I have to write about it, shame on you!/j thanks for the idea anon 💖

Sorry for the late reply, hope you like it as much as I did writing it. Did you know that the engineer Leonardo Torres and Quevedo built the first truly autonomous machine capable of playing chess in 1912 and the term "robot" was invented in the 20s? The concept per se was already around before in the ancient ages and stories like The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900) so it's no so unlikely to put a robot in the series as it may look like

I haven't checked up yet so sorry for any mistakes. If you want more like this just ask!

Forgers x robot!child reader 🤖

Tw: None. A bit long though

GN!Reader

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✧ Another day in the Forger residence went by as normal when Anya saw an ad about the oncoming Science Exposition in Berlint's Science Museum. Anya asked her parents if they could go; which both Loid and Yor agreed to, deciding they would go in their day off

✧ Tables turned when Loid had to scape of his family to do a mission once again, leaving the ladies and Bond alone with some excuse that somehow Yor believed

✧ During the event Anya needed to make a stop to go to the bathroom, so Yor and Bond waited for her outside

✧ That's when she heard something weird among all the thoughts and exit the girls' bathroom without being seen

✧ Following two men she found a back door and went in what she thought it would be a short adventure. Only a few minutes, she would be back before Ma starts worrying–she thought— just a little peek

✧ Anya entered and discovered it gave directly to some kind of big haunted store. Pa told her those were *water-houses where people keep things that aren't exposed or were *"deaf-eggtive". Weird name for a place where they don't keep water

*the words are warehouse and defective, Anya sometimes has trouble with spelling sometimes lol

✧ The little sper walked through the endless corridors until an invention caught her eye. Cute, funny kid-sized creatures with big eyes who looked as if they were asleep. They were the toys "robofriends" they had seen in the Con!

✧ Footsteps near where she was scared Anya, who hid behind some boxes. There, the men she saw before would talk about their plans without being aware of the little presence

✧ Anya finds out that within the freelancers the small group that owns the robofriends is a front to develop ilegal technological weapons. Those were the first step to create high tech weapons, including advanced robot soldiers

✧ The exposed ones were simply toys to pass the general review by the government

"Isn't it soon to sell them? I mean, some are in their early stages" "Well, these are the most functional result of all the previous works, but as long as it sells I don't care. With how much the rich spend on bullshit for their kids we'll have enough to finance our plan, then we'll sell them to whoever pays more and blame those toymakers for it" "Ok, let's take this batch and activate them before replenishing the shelves"

✧ Anya was shocked, she had to get out of there and warn Pa! But how?

✧ As they talked she saw a bunch of numbers and letters appear in their minds. That could stop the robots? Or will it be dangerous to use it?

✧ Once they disappeared Anya came out of her hiding in such a hurry that she tripped over one of the boxes, falling to the ground

✧ Not sure why, but said robot started moving its legs without standing up, just like a character when it keeps trying to walk while being stuck in a wall in videogames

✧ The noises caught the men attention, who were coming back to the place the sound was coming from. Panicking, Anya tried to shut it down; usually Bondman would have to insert the code in a secret panel –there it was!– But, it seemed like a calculator, no letters, just numbers and symbols

✧ With no options left, she wrote what the men thought in the panel, but nothing happened. Why it didn't work?!? Oh-did she has to use that phrase?

✧ After clumsily saying it... Nothing happened. DAMMIT

✧ One of the bad guys found her just when she was trying to scape. Anya screamed him to let her go when a strange metallic "Required activation code confirmed. Displaying order", followed by the man thrown against the wall, unconscious

✧ Everything happened in an instant, leaving Anya confused, only to see you standing between her and the bad guys. Are you... a good robot?

✧ The sper discovered Twilight's mission was brought by the suspicion of an illegal weapons' sale at the Expo, which turned to be true since it led him and the SSS to the group behind the robofriends

✧ All the robots were going to be retrieved but the chief pulled out a self-destruction plan, claiming that they prefer to destroy their own work and allies that let the government nor any other organization make profit of it, leaving only death and scrap behind them

✧ Fortunately, Anya could disable the self-destruction mode you had. With you telling her every step in order to do so, but oh well, let her savor the victory

✧ After a day full of action and misunderstandings, with Yor and Loid being involved in the problem, the family reunited once again. Yor had to go through the whole place until she found Anya, for which the latter apologized

✧ She hid your identity from them, fearing you would have to taken away or die. This would have been your ending if it wasn't because the creator/s underestimated their creation: they were so smart that unintentionally made you autodidact

✧ With seeing Twilight changing his face once you learned how to imitate human skin and look like a kid. Changing your high, metallic pitch was more difficult, but it was only a matter of entering through your system and play with the wires until you made up a seemingly-natural voice, piece of cake

✧ With some lies about your origin as a homeless orphan and a lot of crying from Anya her parents decided to give you a chance. Welcome to the Forgers!

Now, onto the general headcanons:

✧ Loid and Yor have several problems with you. Since they adopted you they have never see you eat, only going to the table to take your plate to your room and return it completely empty, which leads them to think you are uncomfortable when others watch you

✧ Yor is relieved that you're eating all. Furthermore, you're the only one who eats her food! And every time she asks you how it was you say it was good, which makes her really happy. Loid thinks you're either lying or you went through a malnutrition or some rough childhood and now your taste buds tolerate anything

✧ Still, when Loid infiltrated in Eden after your adoption he didn't see you with any lunch at the cafeteria or accepting other kids snacks, which started to worry him until you started buying something and go to the restrooms to eat it. He wonders what you're so insecure about, and decides he might need to give you therapy or talk about it, but at least it's a beginning haha as if

✧ Another thing is, you didn't like water, always avoiding contact with it. It seemed you just needed to get used to, because months later you were playing outside in rainy days

✧ Little they know you discovered fake human skin protect your system from water, although you are trying to find methods to make your whole armor water-proof

✧ And you seemed to not have had a social interaction in your life. It felt as if you were born yesterday, but you quickly became aware of basic social skills. Worth to say, your references were the Forgers, so perhaps you are far away from "normal social interactions"... Or anything normal really

✧ Anya thinks it's pretty cool to have a brother. At first she thought you were one of the bad guys, but then you looked after her during the "robot army arc" and she wondered if you had feelings too, which is why she thinks you are like her: both have something your species don't, that's why you understand each other so well!

✧ Whether you actually have feelings or just seem to project them it's something I'll let you to your imagination

✧ Bond likes you! It's unsure whether he gets you're not human despite acting and looking like one, you know, since he is a dog. But he is smart enough to see you "work differently", and he has your back whenever you need him!

✧ However, as much as Anya can read minds yours was one of a experience. The first time she read it she almost fainted. Your "thoughts" are an incessant thread of numbers, equations and letters that translate into actions or sentences once you talk/act upon them, but for her it's like all you think is math

✧ It makes her easier to find you when you disappear though, all she has to do is read the atmosphere. When she hears something like "3(27 – 21) = 81 – 63 = 18. 0100 0001 100110101 || 100110101 + 11010101 =1000001010" there you are! Though she avoids reading your mind unless it's necessary because she gets headaches worse than with crowds

✧ When you're malfunctioning and you start trembling they have different thoughts. Depending on the situation people may think you're nervous or scared or you need to go to the bathroom. Loid starts theorizing possible disorders or spectrums you may be developing after "connecting the dots" he hasn't connected shit

✧ Yor gets worried as well but she imagines you're different from other kids she has met and her lack of a reference from what is usual she relies in what Loid acts about it and wholeheartedly believes you are perfect the way you are. Remember she has raised Anya and Yuri, neither of them gets what common sense is like regarding a kid

✧ For Anya is either funny or makes her pity you/your parents. Nobody even phantom the idea you are a robot, except if it's as a joke, like, how could it be? there's no way, it's ridiculous

✧ And then you think this is smartest race on earth who think they would spot on an anomaly like a alien invasion or can spot transgender people from a cisgender person if they came across with one. If you have feelings you must have good laughs with humanity

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#spy x family #sxf #yor forger #loid forger #anya forger #bond forger #x reader #robot child!reader #headcanons

[actualbird]

got tagged by @theres-a-bea for 15 questions for 15 mutuals tag game, thanks for the tag :D

making a separate post cuz i didnt wanna make the first one too long or ping other ppl with notifs jhVKJHSVFJKSHD

1. are you named after anyone? my legal name, yeah! thanks to the baptism requirements, ive got the name of a saint. not telling u which because it's a kinda uncommon name and i dont wanna get doxxed JVJKSDF

2. when was the last time you cried? this morning, it's part of my routine to just cry in the morning so ive gotten all the pesky emotions out of the way to function mostly normally for the rest of the day jlHVKJS

3. do you have kids? do cats count? these r my two babies, bully and gato

4. do you use sarcasm much? not very much actually!

5. what sports do you play? none. in high school intramurals, i was part of the chess team and the games of the generals team. board games and Thinking is as strenuous as my physical activity gets jkhsvjfkhsvdkf

6. first thing you notice about other people? if IRL, i notice their height. if online, i notice like.....text quirks and stuff. i also like noticing what makes people laugh, cuz i like making ppl laugh and cuz 90% of why ppl keep me around is cuz im the funny guy so i gotta make sure i do my due diligence in keeping that up JKVSKJFVSDKJHF

7. eye color? dark brown

8. scary movies or happy endings? happy endings ALWAYS. i like the angst before the storm but i love a hopeful ending. and ive got a horribly low tolerance for horror JHVSKJDFVS i get....scared very easily....

9. any special talents? too many useless party tricks....i can recite all the countries of europe from memory in under 40 seconds, i can fold a paper crane behind my back or blindfolded, i can twist my right arm 360 degrees, i can make a trilling/purring noise from my throat, i can dislocate my right shoulder. these are all SO useless. but funfact! the countries of europe thing was a talent i showed off in a JOB INTERVIEW once. and then i got hired and ive been working that job for more than a year until now jkHVKJFSDFJVJ SO HEY MAYBE USELESS PARTY TRICKS HAVE THEIR UTILITY SOMETIMES!!

10. where were you born? //taps sign of i dont wanna get doxxed HAKSJFHVS

11. what are your hobbies? reading, writing, drawing, some crafts stuff when the mood hits me (crocheting, origami, making miniatures, sewing)

12. do you have any pets? YES, there were my two babies the cats. and my family is rlly into pets so this house has more animals than humans. we also have 2 labradors, 2 beagles, 1 jack russel terrier/poodle mix, and 1 turtle. it's a fuckin zoo over here

13. how tall are you? five foot one

14. fav subject in school? english!!! anything literature!!!!!!

15. dream job? man, yall got dreams? KJHVSFSKLFSDLJ. idk im a horridly ambitious-less person nowadays. as long as i get paid and im not treated like shit, im good with that

and now to tag........ @samsspambox (I KNOW TRIXIE ALREADY TAGGED U BUT UR THE FIRST WHO COMES TO MIND JFHGVKJSDH), @lukevonhagen, and uhhhh thats everybody i feel comfortable pinging HAHA. no pressure to do it, and everyone else pls feel free to yoink the meme and do it for urself :D

#tag game #dootdootdoot #the sheer chasm of personality difference between the cats.....sillies

[teawiththegods]

Zeus appreciation!!! I’m here for it. Along with Demeter, I think he’s one of the gods whose most understood in modern times. I don’t worship Big Poppa (yet) but I love hearing you talk about him because it’s so heartwarming. What is it that you’re thinking about Hera overthrowing him? Now I’m curious 🧐 - Rose Eleusis

I absolutely agree that Zeus and Demeter are the most misunderstood gods in modern times. Interestingly enough that is one of the biggest reasons the whole fandom around Hades and Persephone annoys me so much. Because Hades specifically is receiving all this love at the expense of both Demeter and Zeus. People apparently can reshape and reimagine Hades all day long but give NONE of that same treatment to Zeus and for Demeter she gets demonized and erased in order for Hades to thrive. It just…yeah it fucking bothers me. As much as I know it shouldn’t because I can’t change it but, idk. The fact that people come into our spaces and shit on Zeus while fangirling over an imaginary Hades…I just can’t.

Anyway, we’re not here for me to rant about Hades and Persephone for the billionth time. We’re here to talk about Hera and how fucking badass and terrifying she is!

Okay so I’m gonna be talking about Blood of Zeus so spoiler warning in case you haven’t seen it yet!

What I absolutely LOVED about the Hera and Zeus dynamic in the show is that it really highlighted how precarious Zeus’ position really is especially when Hera is pissed off. As I mentioned in one of the previous asks, Zeus leads by example. He has to be the epitome of what he expects others to be. This isn’t just my opinion, it’s actually found in The Iliad. Zeus’ knows his beloved son is fated to die and he is truly heartbroken. So much so he wants to break his own rule to save him but Hera (very important detail!) reminds me that if he saves his son then the other gods will take that as permission for them to rescue their children (Tho funny enough Aphrodite is already doing that bc the ho can’t be stopped! She does what she wants! And that’s another whole ass discussion! 🤣). So here we see the devastating constraints put on Zeus as the leader of not only the Olympians but the Fates. It’s up to him to do the right thing even if it means sacrificing his loved ones because if he doesn’t the entire world order would collapse. And Hera being the one to remind him showcases that she knows all this very well!

So now we go to Blood of Zeus where Hera plays this card BEAUTIFULLY! She knows her husband, while being a just, logical, and strategic ruler, is also a romantic, passionate, and soft soul (I mean look at Apollo and Ares). It’s hard for him to deny that side of himself especially when someone has triggered it within him. So she knew he would break his own rule and get involved with humanity. She was waiting for it and once it happened she threw her husband to the wolves. The other gods, holding Zeus in high regard, are disappointed and angry with their king. How dare he tell them to do something but not follow through himself. And with that, the mutiny begins just as Hera knew it would.

Blood of Zeus also has one of my all time favorite lines:

“Only a fool would trust Hera.” – Zeus

“No. Only a fool would anger her.” – Poseidon

Exactly this!! As I showed above, Hera has the power to dethrone Zeus if she chooses. And Zeus knows this which is why she is his Queen. Think of chess (I always use this example when talking about Zeus and Hera) and how the most powerful piece on the board isn’t the King, but the Queen. In order to get to the King you have to eliminate his Queen. And that’s exactly how Zeus and Hera operate. She guards and protects Zeus, not just from outside forces but most importantly from himself. Again remember she was the one to remind him of how dire his actions could be if he gave into his emotions.

So yeah pissing her off would essentially turn that terrifying power against Zeus which is what happens in Blood of Zeus. Zeus and Hera are basically the epitome of “Happy wife, Happy life” 😂 Though idk if I’d actually call Zeus’ existence “happy” but we are all able to live happy lives because of the sacrifices both Zeus and Hera make. Which is why they are our King and Queen. We owe everything to them. ❤️

#zeus and hera #zeusdeity #zeus deity #zeus #heradeity #hera #hera deity

[icharchivist]

i'd love to throw my 2 cents into the ring. if you bonked belial whenever he talked about lucillius i think it would fire off something in his like. taking pain as pleasure receptors (am i off base here? bc he 100% seems like that kind of guy) as u say. u have to play 5d chess.

as for what would be the better approach... that's a mystery. my completely wild bid for the win is to like. throw someone at him who's Going Through It but also has no bad feelings towards belial or is like particularly clingy with him, and belial through a series of contrivances Hangs Around Them to the point they tolerate each other. (is this what sariel's about? i think i've seen him be mentioned alongside belials name like once before, but i really only know how he looks) and then it stops there bc i don't want to ever approach the words "i could fix him" in regards to belial.

omg kiri. hi!!!

you're right yeah, if you bonk him to tell him to stop about anything, there's a 99.999% chance he's just going to be into it and start moaning which will just be awkward for literally everyone. and i believe the chance would be higher if you boop him when he talks about Lucilius since he can associate the pain with Lucilius too.

so yeah, 5D chess indeed.

as for your bid this is SO funny because i agree. Like everytime we're stuck on Belial's development because he's too self destructive and toxic for himself, we're always using the wildcard "or we can throw Sariel at him" and usually it works.

We can't fix him, none of us can, maybe not even Sariel, but we can try at least just. some improvements here and there!!

As for Sariel, the long story short is that Sariel is the only person Belial showed actual care for without expecting anything out of him, and Belial is the only person who (at the time) treated Sariel kindly, so Sariel would do anything for him... which resulted with Belial pushing Sariel away and hurting him in an attempt to save his life and keep him safe away from him. Except he was clumsy and Sariel got to know that Belial's momentary horrible treatment of him was purely to save his life, so nowadays Sariel is the only person who genuinely wants Belial back

so, with the fact Belial treats Sariel drastically differently than anyone else, and that Sariel is the one person who isn't losing faith in Belial no matter how hard Belial self sabotage, it usually makes Sariel the perfect person to get us to help Belial out emotionally.

Considering Sariel ended up being used in an experiment by Lucilius, which was the experiment Belial ended up saving Sariel's life from (even if it's also his fault Sariel was involved to start with), i feel like Belial would. perhaps be much more uncomfortable talking about Lucilius around Sariel than anyone else.

Which could be exactly our angle to try to have him stop talking about Lucilius if we use Sariel as a reminder of all the pain Lucilius inflicted both him and the handful of people Belial used to care about.

my 5D chess move is always *throws Sariel at Belial* and it works. Might not fix Belial, but it could fill him with guilt, which is the same thing. let's GO.

so yeah your plan works out pretty well and i'm amazed that all the ramblings you've read led to a pretty fair assessment of the situation here :'D love this so much and thank you for sharing

#ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #aranarumei

[coffee-and-darkmoods]

I'm a little late but I was tagged by @sweetsimapples​ 💐 and I like the idea of doing this for your favourite sims! 😁

Are you named after anyone? Amaya: My name is wordplay of my mothers, Mia. Alex: Not that I’m aware. When was the last time you cried? Amaya: I’m a huge cry baby, I cry at least 6 times day or so says Alex. Alex: *laughs*

Do you have any kids? Amaya: ... I don’t think it’s for me Alex: I have a daughter with my ex wife, I moved here to be closer to her. I would't mind another one with Amaya but it's her body and I respect her choice.

Do you use sarcasm? Amaya: Ugh Alex: No. I tried that once as a kid and received a smack upside my head, "We carry a highly respected imagine and I expect you to act like it at all times." *sigh* What’s the first thing you notice about people? Amaya: I once would have said their smiles but now it’s their energy. You just never know what’s behind someone’s smile. Alex: Their body language, 9/10 lets me know their intentions. What’s your eye color? Amaya: A lightish brown with a green ring and golden specs according to Alex but I've worn a few different coloured contacts since I left home. Alex: I have dark brown eyes, like my father but Amaya has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.. and I've seen a few.

Scary movies or happy endings? Amaya: Neither of us like watching things although I do have a television. Alex: I don't own a tv.

Any special talents? Amaya: I can play all musical instruments with ease. Alex: I never miss.

Where were you born? Amaya: Henford, at the local family clinic via C section. Alex: Willow Creek.

What are your hobbies? Amaya: Running is my faaaaavorite! and yoga never hurts. Alex: I don't have time for "hobbies"

Have any pets? Amaya: This is a funny not so funny story, I found Romeo as a lost pup, put up notices that he was found and no one claimed him so I adopted him buuuuuutttt- Alex: but Romeo was pretrained to be a protector and attack on command before he was released on the running path for Amaya to find and luck had it that she did find him and here we are now but you'll have to read the whole story right here to understand.

What sports have you played? Amaya: None? Alex: I've played competitive chess.

How tall are you? Amaya: I'm 5'6 and I estimate Alex is about 5'10? Alex: Last time I checked I was a child.

Favorite school subject? Amaya: PE, it's where I devolved my love for running. Alex: *chuckles in disbelief* chess club, I was a huge nerd.

Dream job? Amaya: Being a nurse is actually just so rewarding, I couldn't imagine doing anything else. Alex: Anything my father is not in control of.

WHOOPS, sorry, I accidentally posted this to drafts 😭 it's up nowwww 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I tag: @yellowtotoro1 @discoverjoana because yano, the obvious ❤️

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[shithead-123]

Kotlc collecting head cannons Pt. 3

And finally, last but not least,

Fitz: You thought I forgot abt him. You thought I was a Fitz hater and didn't include him. WRONG. I saved him for last bc he is the ULTIMATE collector. buckle up bc this is gonna be long. He has everything. Gnome collections, rock collections, medicine/herbal collections, knife collections, plants collections, stick collections(him and Biana fight over sticks it's so funny), sticker collections, book collections, jewelry collections (this includes traditional Indian jewelry bc The Vacker's brown idc), clothing collections, shell collections, collections of things that remind him of ppl, ribbons, beads, wires, Doorknobs, carpets, chairs???, star charts, bottle caps, socks, vinyl records, lightbulbs, glitter, stationary, random human junk, Dirt even. Rocks again, literally thousands of rocks. Fitz = rock.  He's such a hoarder. Bro even collects cats. You cannot convince me he has an army of pigeons that he has from his time in the human world. Speaking of human cities. he has a trinket from every area he visited, canonically. He has those ugly tourist baseball caps. The "I love New York" t-shirts. used coffee cups from like Starbucks. flattened soda cans. He looks at those soda cans in wonder. It'll forever be a mystery of what these things are. He'll never put two and two together that unflattened soda cans, and flattened soda cans are the same thing. He's mystified. But because he collects so much random shit, he has a lot of cool things too. Like dinosaur fossils(he's a dinosaur boy) that are really rare. Ancient pots and scrolls and other historical things. And he knows the history behind everything bc he's a nerd. Dude could become a billionaire just from the things he owns. He has three Toyotas(that he hot wired???? somehow???). A private jet. A yacht. And iPhone 13. a laptop that he doesn't know how to use. A lottttt of human movies/TV shows which he doesn't know he has. But he does. POKEMON CARDS. He plays the Pokemon games on Nintendo. He and Dex do pokemon battles. Fitz always loses. YU-GI-OH CARDS. Omg bro would be the only one who knows how to Play Yu-Gi-Oh. he's a master at it Dex loses to him in Yu-Gi-Oh sadly. Board games, card games. Comic books. He likes DC more than marvel bc I like DC more than marvel. Idk who his favorite  superhero would be. I could do a post on everyone's favorite. baseball cards. Press on nails. CDs. Action figures. fake lashes. candy. Harry Potter wizard wands (he thought they were sticks). Antique Chess boards. Sooooo many cooking supplies. None of the Vackers can cook because they're clowns, so when Della see's her son doing some stress baking, she encourages him to expand into cooking and now he cooks dinner for the entire gang sometimes. He has all the versions of the air-fryers. he uses none of them. Knives that are sharper than Ro's daggers somehow. He owns human property too. Illegally. bc he's a minor and also a citizen of zero human countries. so he has forged documents too. He has 6 pounds of crystal meth. He has no idea what it is, but he has it, he thinks it's plant fertilizer. Don't ask how. For all his Vacker properness, Fitz goes feral in the forbidden cities. He collects pride flags too, for Biana and someday himself, when he stops being in denial. of course all this stuff and he still doesn't have a single human penny to his name. Sophie's feeling homesick so Fitz shows her his hoard. She goes crazy. Everyone makes a day of looking through Fitz's stuff. What crazy is that all of this is under his bed. it's all in there. It's magic. You're wrong if you think Fitz is a normal guy. he's not.

#kotlc #kotlc fitz #fitz vacker #girl he's not even my fav character but ik he's the hoardiest so I had to go all out #Fitz is like top three fav characters tho #so ig it checks out #still this is crazy #wait should I do TWs in the tags? #if someone wants them pls let me know otherwise I'm leaving it like it is

[tarudce22]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR KINGDOM HEARTS DARK ROAD FINALE

I’m in tears and i haven’t even started playing yet

quest 71 - ending

We staring of with the chess scene, got a bit more dialog then in kh3.

Vor!!

Episode 4: cruel clues

she’s in the Dwarf Woodlands so new world for DR

She gonna talk to the mirror.

OH NO, the bad cut scenes are still here. Well at lest we go them

the dwarfs are here??

Ah yep, back into the grind. My phone is hostage once again. curse me not staying on blue stacks in the end, I so much bp wtf. That quest gave so much bp to!!?

 There like 66 new cutscenes!

I wish these battles went faster, i want to see the baby!!!

WTF VOR IS STRONG!!! SHE JUST PICK THAT BOLDER UP!!

“seven... just like us” should i be worried about that line

Oh this “boss” is cute and weak oh no, i got everything maxed out

Vor told Xehanort and Eraqus about the talking mirror

I just realized that we’re party locked

Eraqus wants to know how to beat Xhehanort at chest, thats really adorable

Oh? the chess game is called Alba and Ater

ONE OF THEM IS NAMED VIDAR!!!

Does this world just not age??? Lady why you be rude to the mirror, no wonder hes so grumpy

Here we go again, fighting the mirror

YES VIDAR! Its the guy in blue and yellow, AND THIS MUSIC!! Oh i should be worry from this music alone. I love thid guy

He’s never meet Xehanort before???? Xehanort, the visitant????  hes calling xehanort different, lmao

Vor, you belong with your friends honey. Wtf do you mean have her “join us instead”

“I have something i need to do” “what is it” “you’ll see” thats ominous

She ask if she would ever become a  keyblade master, and the mirror basically said “ditch your friends and you will” wtf magic mirror

eraqus saying there never going to change is breaking my heart, while xehanort goes “yea change happen and we got to live with that fact”

She’s going with Vidar, i think this is the start of her end

all their reason to be keyblade master is cute other then you know wanting to destroy all darkness forever

xehanort wanted to be a keyblade master to see the khux/dandelion kids again

“64 years later” we go the old man cutscene!

“fewer hairs grace thy head” this line is killing me

Xehanort said him being bald is “A demonstraion of my resolve.” What??? How did you go bald my guy!?

oh there is so much i could say on this cutscene, hes asking the mirror is the khux kids existed and the mirror said yes and no in a way, “there toll has not yet chime”

mirror saying you can’t hide your heart from me.

EVEN THE MIRROR DOESNT KNOW WHERE THEY ARE, except Ven....

episode 5: the key to each world’s order

54 years later

we in bbs time now??

Oh man, master xehanort’s molded is wonderful, this chibi old man

OH THIS IS the fight where eraqus gets his face scars. kind of funny seeing this in chibi form. the backgrounds look great

OH NOW WE GOING TO THE FIGHT WHERE THEY HAVE THE LEGACY KEYS

7 years later, a year after they became keyblade masters

Ah so this is the start of the fight, Eraqus is the “one true heir”

Oh eraqus, he did inherit the resolve of no name and its wielders

this is the divorce fight number one it seems

Odin just fucked off some where it seems

it did feel like she was saying goodbye forever eraqus but lets try to be a little optimistic

no manipulating! there is just so much to say about this exchange between xehnort and eraqus here, also xehanort is right about the tilde of being a keyblade master

they’re dysfunctional loves urd

odin wtf is going on

true darkness, the 13 fragments of darkness from long ago, also once again the MUSIC!! vidar getting the history lesson of the formless darkness while he trying to tell odin “see ya” and never returning

Oh this is lore about the fortellers that got a bit twisted, AND THEY KNOW WHAT WE DID TO 4 OF THE DARKNESS, ok ok so the 4 we trapped, 2 where destroyed well luxu killed one and ven took the other in to give it form, but they know none of this and odin is going “there’s NO PROOF” to these events

this is why eraqus is the way he is isn’t it, all cause of odin, paranoid old man, also where was that cutscene taking place??? what part of scala was that??

AHHH Beast's Castle! This anit’ darkness hermod, they just roasting eraqus and how he is with darkness, love to see it,

meanwhile bragi and eraqus trying to talk to the mirrior and bragi saying “dude”, they give up cause all that queen does is look that mirror

we only have one party member now cause eraques is not here

chip knows urd??  oh its cause shes a girl, they trying to ship urd with the beast? oh the upperclassmen may have stolen the rose, why?

really got to question the age of these worlds. ah i guess the upper classmen did steal the rose, why they do that to beast?

im going to have so much useless bp after all of this

i wish they did this with KHux, where you have the theater AND you could still play the game

URD NO DONT SPLIT UP! wheres the upperclassmen at i want to know more then just Vidar’s name

Xehanort DONT SPLIT UP

why all my girls going through it right now WAIT, a upperclassmen! now whats your name! Vala VALA IS HER NAME! are you Balder’s sis or is it the other one

Vala a oracle? there is some very shady things going on right now with the upper class, what there goal, i wish i knew more Norse myths and names off the top of my head

she the right number of questions, actually i think she should ask more

Vala wtf, stop dodging the questions, is she gonna kidnap urd or gaslight her into going with her? Vala and Vidar both keep using we and us WOWOW WHOS THE NINJA DUDE!? also dick move stealing the beast’s rose WAIT TELL ME THE NINJA’S NAME

stop trying to ship urd with the beast

1 year later

it looks like they cause the unfortunate events themselves, its called trauma xehanort i think you got trauma, like some very bad trauma mostly cause of the whole khux player being well you thing, they did die with the darkness on there own volition, please give me nightmare chirithy please give me my stinky cat, xehanort no fuck destiny you dont have to do THIS WHY, fuck MoM is here or is that luxu and what do you mean “the sigularity”

Episode 6: Uncertain order  

YEP thats MoM 1 year later, the time jump arounds are not helping me at all

thats MoM, and oh here we go with his fuckery, Theodore Jack

a stroll in the realm of darkness yes, a very nice strolling area, no no answer the question, i think your answer melt my brain in a fun way, whats with this “more of less” well i guess he was more of a recruiter and forger then a wielder

I like this back ground a lot and he just hands him a coat and xehanort takes it even though he said he doesnt trust him, yea he is trying to sell it, hes a use cars sells man, its free if you sign over you soul

NO NO NONOOOOOOO NOT AGRABAH FREEE MMMMMEEEEEEEEE

NINJA’S NAME IS VALI!!!!! Vidar Vala Vali..... we got the v gang

Jafa please just get to the point i want to leave agrabah

look hermod the quicker you do this the quicker i never have to see agrabah again please, i tire of the desert

again how old are these worlds??? do they get reset again at some point??? the agrabah music is going to be stuck in my head for days i know it

hi carpet oh hello eraqus

DONT TOUCH ANYTHING, of course he’s right about jafar

poor Bragi, actually whats your deal we’ve got a lot of the others but not you yet

oh i can finally change around my party again

i love the hearless designs in this so much

again the backgrounds look GREAT oh hey Vidar, i wonder if the light ther trying to find is the princess of light, yea i think its the princess

where is young yen sid i need to know, who died

yep thats it, no more agrabah please

ah MoM again, another 1 year later but that is meaningless to me by now, oh its the kh 3 cutscene! MORE INFO TIME ah great xehanort a nihilist now,  if only he was a simple fortune-teller GIVE ME HIS NAMMMMMMEEEE fuck of course they do that

Episode 7: reason for disappearance

65 years later now with a ven, he looks so dead my boy

THE OLD BLUE MAN??!?!! what the hell that old man teach you as a baby?!

OH BBS TIME AGAIN TERRA AND AQUA!! AH its ven being dropped off but chibi,  Oh and we’re seeing xehanorts and eraqus conversation! i just want to grab chibi xehanort by his big bald head

eraqus is so bright

back with old man odin, wtf is balder

Oh the upperclass want to avoid what happen to the fortellers, ven and the player, that makes sense, again where are they in scala,

it cost a lot more then one life last time old man, lets not do that again

Kingdom Hearts

ODIN WHO ARE YOU WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AHFNOINFC YOU KNEW XEHANORT WOULD BE THE DARK SEEKER YOU KNEW WHO ARE YOU OLD MAN

man all V’s  in a gang, vildar, vala, vali and vor, we got anymore V’s laying around? ok that animation of eraqus jumping in place is adorable

BALDR FINALLY

Its been years balder, yea your sister might be dead by guy

HER NAME IS HODER?? oh you saw her die oh.... rip Hoder we never knew you and she’s so pretty to and they just killed her before we could know anything about her, fucking maleficent killed her

TO THE UNDERWORLD!!!! TO HADES!!!! olympus coliseum!

THE GAAAAAAAMMMEEEESSS! HADES!!! LMAO YEA FIGHT HIM

I LOVE THIS HEARLESS DESIGN DONT MAKE ME KILL THEM

Hades dont kill the kids, two of them got to have many breakups with each other over the next 64+ years

“yea she just faded from what we’re told, it was kind of weird”

thanks hades, i do very much love the coliseum purly cause of hades

Xehanort  tell me you worries, 23 more cutscenes to go... its been over 3 hours

Hoder Heimdall Helgi Sigrun now whos who, also only the V’s lived that to funny

Gonna guess that Heimdall is bonde guy, helgi is pink lady, and sigrun is blue/silver hair guy, maleficent ruining more keykids lives, also once again whats up with the worlds? like enchanted dominion story happens in bbs so how does it happen here in dr too?? dont split up thats how you die

the final world....

and we got to know nothing about all of you other then your dead and that sucks cause your not coming back in any other game

you have a uncle vibe to you, that one crazy uncle that will had a kid a knife of blowtorch, so yea a babysitter

oh baldr and bragi dead??

portal just snatched them, i know hades your so right,

ah the dark coridor, what a lovely place for a stroll,  now then WHERE IS EVERY ONE?! is this how hermod and urd die? please not yet

NOOOOOOOO WHY I KNEW THEY WOULD DIE BUT NOOOOOOOO, THERE HEARTS OH NOOOOOOOO

So that two for sure down of xehanorts class and 4 of the upper class dead

wtf who that, ODIN??? YOU COULDNT HAVE SAVE THE OTHERS TOO?! OLD GUY PLEASE YOUR SUPPOST TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR STUDENTS NOT GET THEM KILLED, Who are you Odin WHO ARE YOU,

ah bald chibi, VANITAS!!! 65 years later back to bbs

your a horrible parent xehanort, vanitas needs a good mentor/parent figure and therapy, he telling vanitas about the 13 darkness aka kind of who vanitas is this is endlessly funny to me, oh does xehanort know???? like he has our memories so he would maybe know wouldnt he?? DO YOU KNOW XEHANORT OR NOT!

Last Episode: The 7 Lights and 13 Darknessess

2 years later

WHERE IS YEN SID?! DID THEY RECON KEYBALDE WIELDER YEN SID

back to the chess board oh does this mean the V gang is all dead too?? or do we still have some scenes with them?? I guess from odin’s words they are dead now

wow xehanort, you really want to live 13 lifetimes, 14!? dude i think you go insane oh what you kind of did

what do you eraqus, of course its to “stay true to light” not bad but you go about it in bad way, thats sweet this whole converstaion is actually very sweet and very sad, that bittersweet kind of feeling

oh we just getting sad converstaion now, also why we always have to come back to this chess board, No dud ODIN, could you not save ANY of the others? also is the V gang still alive or not!?

I mean Bragi and Baldr should be fine??? Hades isnt all that bad??? WTF now Odin what do you MEAN YOUR SUPRISED THEY CROSS PATHS WITH BALDR?! ODIN!?! WTF! AHHHHHHHHH WHAT WHAT WAHT First he used master defender NOW HES USING NO NAME!!!?? AHHHHHHHHHHHH Oh Baldr fell to the darkness? wtf is going ON HERE!?

yea its been what like 5 ish years now? THE V GANG WAIT WHERE IS VOR!? WTF Vildar, eraqus no no bad dont do it! COME ON NOT AGAIN I DONT WHAT TO FIGHT OTHER KEYBLADE WEILDERS!!! NOOO oh they kicking my butt whelp i got charms so who cares, you are a angry angry child eraqus

yea wheres Vor also STOP SPLITING UP, oh vor is dead now isnt she, here we go again sorry eraqus baldr is long gone, loving that snap for some reason

10 more scenes to go, im so close to the end.....

VOR RUN! Oh wtf! is that his BED ROOM?! WHY IS IT LIKE THAT?! that looks like padded room wtf is it like that, oh he going in a depression spirel real fast, WHY IS A ADUL NOT STEPPING IN TO HELP THIS COULD HAVE BE AVOID!!!?? 7 days of sitting in his messed up room and no on stepped up and in, he fell to the darkness

OH its that darkness, thanks for that maleficent a real stand up job you did, oh man bragi dead, guess he’s not luxu??? that was theory going around at one point i remember, VOR NO RUN CHILD RUN

6 more to go.....

NOOOOOO YESSSS SAVE HER SAAAAAVEEEE HHHEEERRR! V GANG WIN (i know there not but a part of me can hope cant it) “May your heart be your guiding key.” *dies* thats how this is going to go i know it OH look at that heartlesNOOOOOO V GANG DOWN V GANG DOWN, VOR IM CRYING NOW NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOT THE MUSIC AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ;_; vor....

5 more.....

top of the tower.... wait “13 lights must be given to the shadows”? yes do please explain, i can get lose very easily, more chess wording yea, i do think this hearless design is really cool though, good thing i bought a lot of charms cause what else will i use my bp on, sorry baldr darkness its time to die, ah the start of the war crimes path, oh we going to talk about xehanorts hear? its a mess, oh so this isnt that darkness, wait is this a darkling kind of darkness? wait....... nightMARE CHIRITHY???? IS that you!? oh we got a empath on are hands, wait xehanort is a empaht too? what? oh this is her request back from the underworld isnt it, I love Hoder, eraqus is a pure light? ah siblings.

Odin? that you finally doing something? took you long enough, “xehanort, kill him” that whats happing here, empath behavoir, really going to have a CHILD execute someone huh, i mean yea its the darkness but also like come on is there really no other adults around? WHERES YEN SID

1 month later

ah finally the grave yard, havent been here since episode 3? was it 3 the last time we where here? this sucks, like this sucks, they all died, like i knew this was most likely going to happen but still, also like i know i said this the first time i saw this place but man thats a lot of graves, yea maybe come out of your room xehanort if its anything like baldr’s it would do you a lot of good to leave it, i though he was always a glum old man eraqus, how can you put things back to normal with only two kids,

ah hes very sad and wants to step down got it, wait, is odin yen sid?? that doesnt sound right with what we know so who odin??

End

prolog and credFUCKING MOM AGAIN?! IN THE SCALA GRAVE YARD OR IS THAT LUXU? ah bragi figure it out and had to die, ok i really like bragi and i wish we got more time with him, he has that brand of energy to him i love, is he luxu? he has lux/xigbar energy like in the middle of them energy? WAIT HE JUST SAID VESSEL AND THIS BODY! LUXU?!?! LUXU!!!!!!!! “As if!” fucking xigbar brag luxu my rat man that i love, Luxu was bragi all along, all the jokes of him being luxu cause his name was right,

ON NO IM CRYING ITS THE KHUX FINAL STAFF ROLL WHY!??! Its a good song and i kind of wish dark road got it own staff roll but i do understand why it wouldnt as it and khux are heavily tied compard to other games in the series

 Also congrats one more to the two animators Mayu Shumizu and Megumi Yamamoto, Wouldn’t be here without you! not has heavely animated as khux’s ending but still wonderfully done with every animation that was in here

Finally the baby scenes, whats up blue guy, THE MUSIC AHHHH I love this soft soft version of drealy beloved

9 years ago

oh so xehanort is a blue blood..... oh no..... xehanort a child of destiny ment to comment war crimes, “we’re the only ones here” where is every one else on the main island?? so they put him in baby jail to save him from darkness.... HA, no shes dead! but no, really what happen to her? i need to know what happen to the ONE mother we have actually seen, Ephemer ;_; Brain ;_; Lauriam ;_; Ven ;_; SKULD ;_; WHO???? what.... WHAT!? wait wait Wait WAITWAIT WAIT WHAT???!?!?!?!?!?!?!! NO NOOOOOOOOOO

THIS CANT BE RIGHT WHAT???!??!?!!?!?!?!!! OH I HATE THIS SO MUCH WAIT I CANT ICANT WHAT SO PLAYER CHARACTER OF KHUX BECOMES MISSING LINKS PLAYER CHARACTER????? AND THEN WE TAKE BABY XEHANORT AND RAISE HIM???????? NNNNNNNNOOOOOO

OH i actually hate that so much, that doesnt feel right with how khux end, the scene really makes you think you became xehanort and dark road backs that up a lot, so like good plot twist?? I guess?? but also i kind of hate it

“they will be a empath” this feels like its fit sora too, like xehanort got set up to fail cause of this,

FUCK

I CANT I HAD SO MANY ART IDEAS THAT I NEVER FINISHED BASED OF THE PLAYER IS XEHANORT OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OH NOOOOOOOOOO HES WHOS GREAT GREAT WHAT EVER GRANDSON OOOOHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

WE WHERE RIGHT HE IS RELATED TO EPHEMER AHAHHAHAHAHHA

ASLCKNSOVNOFB ICANT OOOOOHHHHHH NOOOO

HOW DO I PROCESS THIS OH NO!!!!!!!!!

THATS TWO GUT PUNCHS BACK TO BACK WTF

i think i need a drink and what ever food will make me pass out

sdnfvoisrnrgvbiodn onv ICANT HAhaHA this is so funny and SO HORRIBLE ALL AT ONCE ICANT 

I still choose to belive that Xehanort is somehow in some way at list a little bit of the khux player, some of those scenes dont make sense to me any other way, and this empath stuff is nuts, wtf,

over all i am happy with this just wish the “player is xehanort” didnt get disproven cause thats just fun to me, khux ending still hit harder

there’s also a q&a that was relesed but no offical translation yet,hopefully we do get one, that may have more info about some of the stuff that went down in khdr and some stuff related to the characters

https://twitter.com/KHDR_PR/status/1563154818138460160

EDIT: Translated Q&A from KH13

 https://www.kh13.com/news/kingdom-hearts-dark-road-translated-tetsuya-nomura-qa-r3736/

#kh #khdr #khdr spoilers #tarudce talks #its so long #this isnt even everything i thought while playing #im lossing it #IM FUCKING LOSSING IT #WTF

[shotbyshe]

Words of the Day

faux pas:

A social blunder.

A false step; a slip; a mistake; especially, a breach of good manners; a lapse from chastity, or any act that compromises one's reputation.

triangulation:

A surveying technique in which a region is divided into a series of triangular elements based on a line of known length so that accurate measurements of distances and directions may be made by the application of trigonometry.

The network of triangles so laid out.

The location of an unknown point, as in navigation, by the formation of a triangle having the unknown point and two known points as the vertices.

scarper:

To run away; to flee; to escape.

Flee; take to one's heels; cut and run.

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One of my favorite French phrases that I say more often than 'Freudian slip'. Yes, I know that they don't mean EXACTLY the same thing. It's just an excuse to use more French in my day-to-day speech.

I'm hearing this word a lot whenever I force myself to watch social media-type content when I want to see what everybody's complaining about currently. It's a shame that those folks don't realize that they are all saying and doing the same thing over and over again. Eight definitions came up for that word, so I chose the top three. However, none explained how the word was being used in the video clips I saw, so I looked for more definitions. Turns out, triangulation is used in trigonometry, geometry and psychology. This is the psychology definition: triangulation is a term used to describe when a person uses threats of exclusion or manipulation. Its goal is to divide and conquer. A form of manipulation, triangulation involves the use of indirect communication, often behind someone's back. In the list of toxic behaviors, triangulation may be the most well-known. Isn't that crazy? This is the definition that was used. I'd never heard this word before...I guess I've never been manipulated. These are words used by therapists. A lot of people on those platforms are in therapy and have a lot of trauma. If someone attempted to do this to me, I'd be able to spot it from a mile away and scarper LOL. This is why I'm always alone, because I don't allow manipulation to happen. People are inherently exploitative. In order to give something, someone has to take. I've never allowed anyone to take from me. I play chess with people (not the physical game, I mean in life) I am able to see another's motives 5 moves ahead. I'll never let anyone get too close, 'cause the moment I do, they'll take advantage. I'm on a mission to find the word for that chess tactic....that I learned at like 2. Shoutout to mommy and daddy.

A British woman used this word twice in a Netflix show called 'Selling the OC' that I "watched" while I was working. She was describing folks running away every time she spoke. I thought it was funny. People used to do the same with me. 😁 I don't talk to people anymore obviously. Crazy how they all want to talk to you when you don't want to talk 🙄 but when you're ready they scarper. Did I make a faux pas?

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