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bettysupremacy · 5 months

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HI oh my goodness i just flashed through ur entire page (its LOVELY writing) and i desperately need more!! I noticed the lack of Remus request so here i am B)

OKAY could I request plot for before remus and the reader are together? Like how they came to be ^^ mm maybe like "coincidentally" him running into her at her favorite bookstore or coffee shop (ITS CLICHE IM SORRY BUT I LOVE THESE LOCATIONS) until he finally asks her on a date !! (and maybe his friends spying on him just becuase hehe)

thank uu

HELLO I appreciate the support and there definitely is a lack of Remus. It’s cliche BUT CUTE! thank you for the request babe!!

“But I can’t just.. talk to her.”

“Why not?” James deflates. “Girls love that!”

They sit at a tiny table, in a tiny bookshop, in an even tinier cafe built in. The air crackles with cedar wood and vanilla, swirling around his hazy mind. It’s cozy and intimate but he has no place to put his legs, he sits awkwardly, leg bouncing anxiously. It accidentally hits the table. Sirius flinches from his mug.

“I’ll scare her.”

“Well then,” Sirius stirs his coffee. “don’t be weird.”

They came to study- or rather Remus came to study and his shadows came along. It’d been fine at first, computer out, a quiet Sirius. But Sirius has never had the patience to play quiet for long, especially when James is near.

“Maybe I’ll just leave it..” Remus murmurs.

Two voices shout at him. “No!”

Remus flinches mouthing sorry to the people around him. Sorry students he’d burdened with his rowdy friends. Hands to a sticky table, he pushes up. “M’Kay, I’m going.”

His feet feel heavy. He wants to do this, he wants your number, but god he doesn’t want to do this. Rejection is enough, but rejection in front of his two best friends? Looking back at his table, James encourages him. Two thumbs up and a hopeful face.

“Oh, shit!”

He’s crashed into you.

“Oh,” you startle, stumbling.

James and Sirius sink into their seats behind you. “Wow.”

Remus stabilizes you. “M’so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he cuts you off.

“No seriously, shit, I’m sorry.”

You laugh, high and sweet. “I’m fine. At least there wasn’t coffee.”

“Has that happened?”

“Yes,” you breathe a laugh, dusting off your pants nervously. “before an interview.”

“That’s awful.” He’s genuine.

“It was kinda,” you ease. “they weren’t nearly as nice or attractive as you.”

He swallows. He thinks your pretty, very pretty. His eyes catch on your lips, your eyelashes. That’s a weird thing to notice, right? Eyelashes? He’s usually smoother than this, he wishes he was smoother than this. He’s embarrassed.

You flatten over his doubts like you can read his mind. “I’m clumsy, we can say this was my fault.”

“Noble.”

You shrug. “It’s not far from the truth.”

“Not very chivalrous of me.” He laughs a little.

“It’s okay,” you’re comforting, he likes that. “Did you need something over here?”

He scratches his neck, speaking before he can himself.

“Do you wanna,” he doesn’t know what to say. He started the sentence and backed out too late, but you stand there with patient eyes. He swallows a whine. “I’m usually a lot smoother than this, yanno?”

You laugh unabashed. “It’s okay.”

“Falling on you like a building threw me off, I’m sorry.”

“Let’s start over?” You ask. “What’s your name?”

“Remus.” He sounds a little more confident. “I was over there,” he points to James and Sirius who wave. “and I thought you were pretty, would you wanna get drinks sometime?”

You hold back a laugh at the formality of it all. “Yes, do you have a cell?”

“Yes.” He breathes, pulling out his small phone decidedly. He doesn’t rarely use it, ‘cept for plans. Skipping past texts from James, Sirius, Lily.. etc, he opens the little contacts icon. He doesn’t ignore them purposely, he just prefers to call.

“Here,” you smile, taking the phone from him gently. “this is where you can reach me if you want to buy me another cookie.”

He looks down, he hadn’t noticed the fallen treat.

“Don’t” you start firmly with an easy smile. “say sorry.”

He laughs, holding back another sorry. “I’m free tomorrow.”

“Perfect.” you reach down to point at the pen in his pocket. “Can I see that?”

He nods, pulling out the pen for you. It’d been abandoned at the same time he’d realized studying was no hope. His fingers brush against yours as he gives it to you, but you don’t let his hand far. Gently grabbing it, you look up at his confused eyebrows for a confirmation. A gentle can I?

“Oh,” he breathes, nodding. “go ahead.”

You take the pen to his skin and work the ballpoint over the rough surface. The ink bleeds into him as you write the address. You notice his scars, jagged deep tissue, and ignore them. His ears heat up. “Really good drinks here,” you explain “and next to a bakery.”

A laugh stumbles out of his lips before he can stop it and you look up to grin. “Noted.”

Letting his hand go, you watch him bring the scribble up to his eyes to read it. It’s messy but he thinks that has something to do with his scars rather than you.

“Time?” Remus asks, and you grab his hand again, writing a messy 8PM under your other ink marks. “I’ll uh see you there.”

“Perfect.”

He turns to walk, almost immediately turning back and grabbing your arm quickly. “Wait, what’s your name.”

“Y/N.”

“Remus.”

“I know.” You laugh.

He knows you’re not laughing at him, but he cringes anyway as he walks back, heavy with embarrassment, triumphant with the thrill of a date. the boys pat his back when he sits down.

“Poor thing.” Sirius consoles.

James scoffs. “He got the date!”

“But still,” Sirius sulks. “that was embarrassing.”

Remus glares. “Thanks.”

“Well go on,” James starts. “show us the writing.”

Remus sticks out his hand for the boys to see. They hum mildly, looking at him with approval. “Nice bar.” Sirius nods.

“Next to a bakery.” James affirms.

“I, uh,” Remus scratches the back of his neck. “made her drop her cookie.”

“You dickhead.” Sirius laughs.

“I didn’t mean to!”

He slumps in his chair as James hits Sirius. They argue, petulantly and boyish, and Remus looks away. You stand at the register buying a book he doesn’t remember you holding when he’d knocked into you. Smiling at the cashier you grab your change and the bag of goods you bought. He feels weird watching. This has got to be weird, right? But as you walk out, you glance to him, lifting your hand up to your ear during the doorbell chime.

Call me.

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romantichomicide95 · 9 months

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☾ megumi fushiguro

prompt 67- “do you mind if I stay here tonight?”

notes: anon request. mutual pining, super soft and fluffy. i accidentally did this prompt twice but 🤷🏽‍♀️ i like this one better.

word count: 1.6k

It was past curfew and the school grounds were enveloped in an eerie silence. The summer moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the landscape. You found yourself wandering the grounds, your mind pre-occupied with too many things, unable to sleep. As you turn a corner, you unexpectedly collide with someone, stumbling back slightly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," a familiar voice apologizes, and you look up to meet the concerned gaze of Megumi Fushiguro. His sapphire eyes shine in the dim light as he offers you a small, sheepish smile. "Are you okay?"

You nod, offering a shy smile in return. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just wasn't paying attention." You look down to the ground, what were the chances? Running into the very person who’d been on your mind.

Megumi's eyes linger on you for a moment, almost as if he's trying to read your thoughts. "Are you out here alone?"

You nod again, running a hand through your hair. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep. I like to take walks sometimes, clears my head." You shuffle awkwardly on your feet. It wasn’t that you weren’t comfortable with Megumi, but running into him, in the dead of night, wearing nothing but your maybe too short pajama shorts was certainly causing a shyness to take over. Especially with the feelings that had been growing for him these past few months.

Megumi shifts slightly, you’re to focused on how pretty his features are in the moonlight to notice his gaze trail along your body. He shifts again awkwardly, hoping you didn’t catch him before he speaks, his voice low. “Yeah. I uh- understand that feeling. Sometimes it's just... too much, you know?" he confesses.

“Yeah.” you say sitting on a nearby bench, “Exactly…sometimes the pressure just gets to me and then I don’t sleep. Is that uhm- is that how you feel too?”

“Yeah. Being a sorcerer isn’t easy.” Megumi says, still standing. It was nice, knowing he understands the weight of it all. The other made it look so easy, like doing what you all did was a piece of cake. But not Megumi, he somehow always made you feel like you weren’t alone, even without words. You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of comfort.

"Yeah, being a sorcerer definitely has its challenges," you say. "It can be overwhelming at times, trying to balance everything and keep up with the expectations. It’s honestly nice to know someone else feels it too."

Megumi nods. "You're definitely not alone. So uh- don’t ever feel like you are. I understand how you feel.”

“Thanks Megumi. I appreciate that more than you know.” You say giving him a smile. Seeing you smile makes him smile and he doesn’t even realize it. Something about your smile was always infectious to him, he didn’t quite know why. “I should probably head back though,” you continue, “it was nice talking to you though. Really nice.”

Without hesitation, Megumi offers his hand, helping you off the bench. "I can walk you back to your room…if you want." He says, scratching the back of his neck.

“I would really like that.” You say. As you begin to walk back to the dorms, the rhythmic sound of both your footsteps fills the air. You’re walking close to each other, your hands very slightly grazing each other as you walk. You’re not sure if Megumi notices, but every time your fingers graze each others your heartbeat gets louder and louder. The touch sending electricity through your body.

When you finally reach your door, you come to a stop. You can't help but feel a sense of reluctance, not wanting this moment to end. It becomes apparent that Megumi feels the same as he clears his throat, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"Do you mind if I stay here tonight?" he asks, his voice sounding almost shy. "Just until you fall asleep. I don't really want to be alone.”

Your heart skips a beat at his request, and as much as you want to reply with an enthusiastic 'yes', you can't help but let your own insecurities surface. Did he want to spend more time with you? Or did he think he was just being kind. You do your best to shake those thoughts out of your head.

"Of course, Megumi," you say softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "You can stay as long as you want."

Megumi's eyes widened, his breath catching momentarily. “Uh. Thanks.” He said, as you make your way inside your room.

A genuine smile touched your lips as you closed the door behind him. "Yeah of course. We can stay up and talk if you'd like, or I mean whatever you want to do."

Megumi nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Talking would be nice." Megumi hesitates for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly. "If that’s okay…I don't want to intrude or make you uncomfortable."

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I'd actually really appreciate your company tonight, Megumi. It would be nice to have someone to talk to and help me calm my mind."

You both settle onto your bed, facing each other. For a while, the two of you engage in light conversation, discussing various random topics and exchanging stories. Megumi's genuine interest in what you have to say makes the feelings you have seem to grow in that instant. When you run out of things to talk about you suggest a movie, not really wanting the night to end.

“Yeah. I’m cool to watch a movie. “ He says, and you put a random movie on netflix. You get comfortable, sitting side by side in your bed in silence, and although you feel your eyes get heavy you don’t care. Because this is the happiest you think you’ve been in a long long time.

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You wake up, surprised to find yourself nestled against Megumi's side, your head resting on his chest. You realize what happened last night, the talking, the movie, and then you both must have accidentally fallen asleep. You look up to see Megumi’s eyes still closed, you can feel the slow rise and fall of his chest and realize he must still be sleeping.

You don’t really want to move, your heart is racing but you can’t help but feel comfortable laying in his arms like this. They are wrapped around you, and as he stirs slightly, they tighten even more instinctively. You want to stay like this forever, wrapped in his arms. He looked so peaceful, you couldn’t help but stare.

He suddenly opens his eyes, his gaze meeting yours. It takes him a minute to realize the position you’re in, for a second he just stays like that. His eyes heavily lidded, breathe slow. He’s comfortable too, having you in his arms. But the realization finally hits and he shifts awkwardly, pink hue rising to his cheeks. You sit up, looking away slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed yourself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep like that," you say softly.

Megumi's cheeks turn even redder, and he clears his throat. "No, it's okay. I guess we were both tired." He rubs the back of his neck, looking a bit flustered.

You give a small smile, trying to ease the tension. “Yeah. I uhm, it was a long night. I’m sorry if I like…made you uncomfortable by falling asleep on you like that."

He looks hesitant for a moment before he speaks. "No, it wasn't uncomfortable...It was uhm…it was nice." His voice is barely above a whisper when he says the last part, but you catch his words.

You feel a rush of warmth at Megumi's words, and you can't help but smile.A surge of courage takes over you, and you place a hand on his. He looks down, his blush deepening but he doesn’t attempt to move it. "Megumi, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," you say, your voice shaky and filled nerves. "I...I really like you.I have for like awhile, and last night was…it was really nice."

Megumi's eyes widen, surprise replacing the embarrassed expression on his face. "You...you like me too?"

“Too?” you question, taken aback. “Wait…you like me?”

"Yeah I feel the same way. I've been trying to find the right time to tell you, but I was afraid you didn't feel the same." He says squeezing your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “I’m uh- I’m glad you do though.” his eyes meet yours, and his gaze falls to your lips.

You can sense the nervousness and anticipation in the air as your eyes meet Megumi's, his gaze still fixed on your lips. Part of you wants to close the gap between you, to let your lips meet, something you’d been thinking about since you first laid eyes on him. But another part hesitates, aware of the awkwardness you feel.

But, your feelings take over, and you decide to take a small step forward. You lean in slowly, giving him the okay. He finally goes in and your lips meet, you can feel both of you holding back, unsure of how to navigate this. There's a mixture of innocence and longing in the way you kiss, evidence that you’d both been wanting this for so long.

Megumi’s hand cradles your cheek as the kiss grows more passionate, and comfortable, you can feel the electricity tingling through your body. Time seems to stand still as you lose yourselves in the sweetness of the moment.

After what feels like an eternity, you both slowly pull away, breathless but with smiles on your faces. Your foreheads rest against each other as you catch your breath.

"That was... nice," you say, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Yeah..." Megumi breathes, his voice soft. "It was... really nice."

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axelsagewrites · 11 months

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Daemon Targaryen*The Restaurant

Sugar Baby Series Part one of five, next parts linked at bottom

Pairing: Modern!Daemon x reader

Platonic: Cregan Stark, Sara Snow, Jace Velaryon

Summary: After a horrible night at work the reader finally gets some good news

Warnings: bitchy customers

Word count: 2370

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Moving out was one of the best decisions you had made. Moving in with your best friend Sara Snow gave you the freedom you always craved but with one slight problem; being alive is fucking expensive.

Being a server was not as easy as many seemed to believe. You worked at the Dragons Den as a server which was the most exclusive restaurant in Kingslanding. Even to work there you needed connections.

Luckily for you Sara had managed to get a job as a host through her friend Jace, who is admittedly still denying his major crush on her, and lucky for you both the grandson of its owner, Rhaenys Velaryon. When a server position opened, she instantly referred you and Rhaenys, who interviews all her staff personally, seemed to take a liking to a girl trying to be independent.

You'd think working in a fancy place would mean the guests would have more decorum. However, you would be very wrong. It was as if rich people got off on causing problems for the staff. Dealing with their ridiculous requests was one thing but what was worse was when the Hightower’s came in. They seemed to get off on the fact they knew the owners, despite Rhaenys not really caring about their existence but not wanting to restart another family drama. Alicent always sent her food back at least twice while Otto constantly tried to wiggle down the bill despite constantly trying to flex his watch or car or whatever else you pretended to care about.

When you walked in the restaurant tonight the sorry look Sara gave you from the host stand made you internally groan. "Is it seriously my turn again?" you asked her as you clocked in at the tablet at the host stand.

"Aly had them last time and Cregan is one write up from being fired and I cannot risk that," you loved Sara's half-brother, you really did, but if he skipped his turn one more time you were ready to fight him in all his 6ft jacked glory. "C’mon do it for me," Sara said, batting her eyelashes dramatically at you.

"Ugh fine," you groaned as you tied your hair up, the lobby currently empty thankfully, "How many of them and when?"

"4 of them at 6.30," Sara grinned at you as you finished getting ready and putting your apron on, "Not sure who's coming with them, but it was made under Alicent so only one way to find out,"

The beginning of your shift was normal, peaceful even. Your first three tables had all left a 25% tip, so you were already perky to say the least. That was until you watched Sara walk your worst customers over. Alicent had brought her husband, for once, as well as her stepdaughter of the same age. Rhaenyra had always been lovely to you, but it was rare for her to come at the same time as Alicent. However, what really caught you off guard was the newest silver haired man.

You knew practically all the customers by name from the sheer amount of gossip you got from Sara who seemed to know everything about everyone. However, you had never seen him before, but your eyes were locked on him as he slinked across the restaurant, his lilac eyes scanning the room. Definitely a Targaryen you thought. You were knocked out your thoughts when you accidentally met his eye and turned away quickly, pretending to look for menus as you disguised your blush.

“He’s smirking btw,” Cregan chuckled at you from beside you at the server station and you quickly hit him with a menu before turning to go to your demise.

"Hi, my names (Y/N) and I'll be your server tonight," you greeted as you placed down the menus. "Can I get any of you started with drinks before I leave you to look over the menu?"

"Could I have-" Rhaenyra had started but was cut off by Alicent who finally looked up from her phone.

“This tables dirty,”

The fun begins. “I can move you to another- “

“No this will do,” she cut you off, “took that long to be seated in the first place,” you saw how Rhaenyra shrunk in her chair and how Viserys refused to meet your eye, “Water for the table, lemon, a whole lemon sliced not just two silly little slices,”

“Of course, ma’am,” you said, pretending to jot down the nonsense she always sprouted.

The only one not sulking or avoiding your gaze was the mystery man who was glaring at the oblivious bitch, “I’ll have the salmon, whole potatoes not mashed, peas not green beans, extra sauce but hold the lemon on the fish,” she said her words quicker than the speed of light but luckily the kitchen had pinned her ridiculous order to the board so you just scrawled ‘that bitch’ on the note pad which had become the code for her. “He’ll have the duck, hold the sauce,”

“But I like the sauce,” Viserys finally piped up however quickly looked away like a scorned child.

“It’s bad for you heart,” she glared at him before turning back to you, “Well aren’t you gonna ask them what they want?” she said gesturing to the embarrassed Rhaenyra.

You nodded and turned to her as she gave you her order with an apologetic smile. Finally, you turned to the mystery man, finally getting to have a good look at his perfectly sculped cheek bones and that intoxicating smirk he wore, “I’ll have the alfredo; however, it comes,” he said, shooting Alicent a smile when he ordered. “Thanks, dear,” when he looked back at you, you struggled not to blush as you wrote the order.

“Okay guys I’ll be right back with your- “

“Why don’t we have any water?” Alicent cut you off and it took everything in you not to force feed her your notepad.

Forcing a smile onto your face, “I’m just about to get it- “

“Okay then,” she rolled her eyes and turned back to her phone.

As you turned to leave you heard the man speak again, “She’s not a magician you know?” the man’s voice said but you had no time to eavesdrop as you had to rush about to do the hundred other jobs your manager demanded you to.

Aemond used to be a cool guy, even if at times up tight, when he was just a bartender. However, when he got promoted to manager through total skill, totally not complete nepotism, a stick got shoved so far up his ass he was now able to taste it. “Quick steps, quick cheques,” he quipped as you rushed past, sweat practically dripping down your forehead with your now full section.

The dinner rush was hitting hard tonight and even Cregan, the phone addict he was, hadn’t checked his phone in the past couple of hours. However, he had managed to tell you as you grabbed food from the pass that the man at your table was Daemon Targaryen and he had just relocated back to Kingslanding after running the Targaryen headquarters in Riverrun. You weren’t exactly sure what it was the Targaryen did, something money related or maybe tax, but whatever it was it made them the richest family in Kingslanding, something Alicent and her father were quick to gloat about.

The rush seemed to give you the superpower to carry all four of the desserts at once to your most demanding table. “Who had the cherry tart and ice cream?” you asked, desperately trying to not crumple from exhaustion.

“Not shocked you don’t remember considering it’s been 20 minutes,” Alicent grumbled.

Tears threatened to prick your eyes, but you refused to give her the satisfaction, “Sorry the kitchens backed up tonight- “

“I don’t need your excuses,” she cut you off.

You took a deep breath before asking again, “The cherry tart?” you asked, your arm starting to waver.

“That’s mine,” Rhaenyra said, and you sighed in relief as you sat it down.

Then the same thing happened with the chocolate cake which Viserys refused to claim till your third ask. “Cheesecake?” you said for the third time.

“That’s hers,” Daemon snapped as he took the plate out of your hand and thrust it in front of Alicent who was blissfully unaware on her phone. “Then that’s mine, sorry bout that love,” Daemon said as he took his plate out your hand.

“Its alright sir,” you said, desperately trying to stay composed. “Enjoy,” you said before rushing off, picking up a check from a table that had just left and heading to the server stand to press it into the computer.

When you opened the check your eyes screwed shut, tears seconds from falling as you punched in the tip. $12 on a check of $198. You rushed to press the numbers before practically running into the kitchen.

Cregan was leaning in the corner, practically inhaling some stolen fries when he looked up to see tears falling from your eyes, “What’s up?” he asked as he rushed over to you, fries in hand, “Fry?” he asked holding out the plate.

“12 bucks on nearly 200,” you spat, shoving the salty fries in your mouth, “I’m barely gonna break even by the time I tip out tonight my first tables were great but everyone’s being so cheap tonight,”

“Time to lean- “you heard a smug voice perk up from behind you. your eyes screwed up as you tried not to swing on Aemond as he spoke, “-time to clean. Don’t you have a table?” Aemond said as he went to stand beside Cregan when his face fell, “Are you okay?” he asked, his managerial face finally falling.

“Just fucking peachy,” you spat as you grabbed another fry before rushing out of the kitchen leaving the cooks to yell at the new manager in your leave.

You had two tables left: an old couple and the Targaryen’s. The old couple left you thirty on 180 which while not great was better than twelve bucks however at least they didn’t bark orders at you all night. As you waited for Alicent to wave you over you debated whether this job was worth it all. The clicking across the restaurant made you lean over to the not worth it side, but you weren’t quite ready to quit yet, rent was due tomorrow and who knows maybe Daemon was a generous tipper and would get the bill.

When you dropped the cheque at their table your stomach dropped when you saw Alicent throw it at Viserys. When you went to punch it in you genuinely considered how much you could withdraw from the ATM before he caught you. $9.21 on a $289.79 tab.

“Night folks,” you smiled as you dropped the check back, Aemond watching you from the kitchen window.

“Did you get your tip?” Viserys asked as he slipped the card back in his pocket.

How much jail time would you get for slapping a millionaire, you wondered. “Yes. Thanks sir,” you said with your fakest smile which oddly seemed to leave him satisfied before you rushed off.

“Can I go?” you asked Aemond through the kitchen window. He tried to stutter out a no but when he saw your eyes water he finally agreed, and you rushed to clock out and thrust money into the tip out jar. You were left with a whole $20 bucks from that 10-hour shift. Plus, your hourly wages which were honestly just laughable despite how high end this place was.

Sara tried to ask how it had gone but you brushed her off as you grabbed your jacket from the coat check and practically ran for the door when you saw the Targaryen’s approaching. The air was cold against your skin, your cheap jacket doing little for you as winter approached. You walked a few paces down from the restaurant to the bus stop and crouched down, leaning against the wall to catch your breath waiting for the bus which was always late.

There was no one around to see your tears fall so you let them. After all they were the only warm thing around. When you heard footsteps, you quickly whipped them off your cheeks and stood up, not about to get mugged as well as this night went. “What did he tip you?” your head whipped round to meet the sorry eyes of Daemon Targaryen.

“Its alright,” you tried to say but he insisted, stepping closer. You looked up at him, his face perfectly lit by the moon and streetlamps, “9 bucks,” you half laughed, your eyes rolling as you turned away. “It doesn’t matter. Some nights are just shit,”

You heard him ruffling in his pockets but didn’t turn around. Being murdered by a millionaire might be fun you thought. “Here,” you turned round at his voice, but he was already pressing the money into your hand. “You don’t deserve this shit,” he said, his hand still holding yours, “Get out you still will,”

“There’s nothing else for me to do,” you said, keeping your hand in his larger one. If not for your tears this might have been a cute moment.

“I doubt that doll,” he said before looking up the street, “That your bus?” he asked, and you nodded. “Get home safe love. And keep that to yourself alright?” he said, and you nodded as you slipped the cash into your pocket without counting.

“See you around?” you asked as the bus pulled up.

“Definitely,” he nodded before turning to where a sleek black car began honking at him, “Gotta goes love. Night,”

“Night,” you said despite him already being away. you quickly got on the bus, paying from your lousy tip money before taking a seat up the back of the bus.

You quietly took out the money from your pocket to count it, your eyes scanning the bus to make sure no one had moved to sit further up the bus as you counted, “Holy shit,” you whispered under your breath as you counted the bills. 3-hundred-dollar bills and a slip of paper with a number on the back.

Call me when you quit – D.T.

Part two here - Part three here

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st4rboyhere · 2 years

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hi :) i’ve another request, couple you do dom!reader x sub!eddie, the reader has had a shit day (idk, maybe jason was annoying him all day long or someone else was being homophobic, idk) and he goes over to eddie and takes his anger out on him by fucking him senseless, if you don’t wanna write that that’s obvs okay! i love ur acc sm <33

A/n: THANK YOU FOR ANOTHER REQUEST!

Writing brings me so much joy and I’m glad that it brings that to you too.

This is also my first a thousand+ word one shot and my first angst fic!

Tw: unconsented touch towards reader, f slur used but censored, mentions of homophobia, cheating, telling someone to commit and bullying. Anal licking, fingering and penetration, over stimulation, dry humping, dubcon, degradation.

Jealousy

You curled up in the bathroom stall, crying at how pathetic you felt. How could you let someone talk to you like that? It wasn’t like you didn’t know how to stand up against yourself. But you just seemed to freeze every time Jason put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you back, whispering those ridiculous words that made you want to punch him in his face.

You hated him.

It was gonna be different today though. You were going to fight back, you had promised yourself that, but this time he touched you. He put his hand in his inner thigh and told you you should kill yourself for liking this. That a f*ggot like you didn’t deserve to live. He pushed you on the floor and left soon after.

You felt disgusting.

All you wanted to do was be with Eddie right now. Cry into his arms and cuddle while he soothes you.

You needed to talk to him as soon as possible so you made sure to pass him a note for him to meet you at the gym during lunch when no one was around there. You were hoping he could skip the rest of the day with you. You watched as he read the note, looking at you, smiling and nodding his head.

The moment you entered the gym you accidentally tripped over someone, pushing you both to the ground.

“I’m so sorry about that,” you said, putting your arm out to help the person up.

It was Jason.

He took your hand with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Watch were you’re going next time f*g.”

He pushed past you and you felt tears form in your eyes. But that didn’t matter. The love of your life was going to be there for you and that’s all that matters. You sat down on the bleachers, waiting for Eddie.

Five minutes passed.

He’s probably on his way.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Maybe he’s getting lunch first and there’s a long line.

Thirty minutes passed.

He wasn’t coming.

There had to be a reasonable explanation for that though, maybe you wrote the time down wrong?

You still had a while before your next class so you went around the school looking for him.

There he was.

He was at his locker, talking to someone who you couldn’t really see.

“Oh Eddie your hilarious!”

Wait.. you knew that voice.

You moved a little more to see the girl who was talkings face over Eddie’s shoulder.

“Its just easy to make you smile Chris..”

Oh are you fucking kidding me?

Chrissy Cunningham?

He seriously ditched you to talk to her?

The very man’s girlfriend that’s making you feel like shit?

Not only that but she seemed to be being extremely friendly with him, her hands on his chest, and her face extremely close to his.

And Eddie, he was so pretty like always a little smile on his face and oh..his hand was on her cheek.

“Ah it seems we have to part ways, see you later, beautiful.”

Was he was flirting with her?

The bell rang and she gave him a kiss on his hand before turning to leave.

You walked away to your next class, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Today was fucking terrific.

> <

Eddie was the first thing you saw when you walked into your bedroom. He was sitting on your bed, trying to find something to watch. You gritted your teeth, thinking about earlier today.

“Why are you here,” you grumbled, putting your backpack down onto the floor.

His looked over at you and he smiled wide, jumping off the bed to squeeze you. “I wanted to spend sometime together!” He squealed.

“Oh cause you ditched me earlier?” You replied.

He smile turned sheepish, and he grabed your hand, squeezing tightly.

“I’m really sorry, there was just something I had to do.”

“Is something Chrissy?” You spat, making eye contact with him.

He looked at your face for a while, noticing how puffy your eyes were.

“Hey, is everything alright?” He asked, bring a hand up to caress your cheek which you slapped away before he could.

“I’m fine, just leave,” you mumbled, grabbing your towel and leaving the room to shower, slamming the door behind you.

Eddie looked hurt from your words but you didn’t really care, he hurt you worse.

> <

When you got out Eddie was still sitting on your bed, the tv of this time and his arms were between his thighs as he stared at the floor.

“God you just fucking leave?” You yelled.

“Not until you tell me what happened.” He protested.

“Like you fucking care,” you said, ignoring him.

He sighed and pushed you onto your back on your bed, quickly getting up to sit on your hips and pushing on your chest to keep you down.

“Look, whatever happened today..” he trailed off, furrowing his eyebrows, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. And also I don’t know why you think so but I wasn’t fucking Chrissy- I would never cheat on you.”

He cupped your face, giving you a peck on your lips.

Despite his apology you were still upset that he ditched you in the first place. For the very persons that was making you feel so fucking horrible girlfriend.

“You still left me for her,” you growled.

With anger flooding your mind you grabbed Eddie’s waist and slammed him down on his back to get him off you.

Eddie was a touchy person and it only got even worse when he was sad or when you were upset with him.

Eddie let out a loud moan, throwing his head back against the bed. He quickly backtracked, his face turning red, nonsense coming out of his mouth as he tried to find any excuse to explain what just left his lips.

You looked at his crotch, the outline of his erection clear, precum dribbling through the fabric of his jeans.

“Here I am, upset at you for hurting me when I needed you and you’re getting turned on?”

You pressed your knee against his hard on, pushing up.

Eddie shrieked, trying to shut his legs but failing as your hands kept them apart. His pants ripped as you continued to spread his legs further, revealing his boxers. The tip was poking out, bright red and twitching.

“So pent up and I haven’t even done anything yet,” you teased, kissing along Eddie’s jaw, your leg grinding against his aching cock.

He moved his hips in time with your knee, his hands digging into your arms.

You two stayed like this for a while, enjoying how the other felt and kissing every once in a while. This was usually how sex went for you guys, you had never had a reason to be upset at Eddie cause he never did anything wrong.

It made you feel the slightest bit guilty that you weren’t gonna let him cum as easily as you always do.

When Eddie let out a practically loud moan and started bucking faster against you, lips meeting yours, you pushed him away, removing your knee from in between his legs.

He whines, which is shortly replaced with a moan as you flick his nipple with your thumb. You lowered your lips to attach onto his other, playing with it between your teeth, twisting it while Eddies hand found a way into your hair, pulling it. You gave the same treatment to his other one till they were both bright red and swollen.

Your fingers trailed down to his cock, hooking around the waist band and pushing it down just enough for his cock to pop out. You rubbed his cockhead for a while, dragging your finger up and down his slit feeling his tip twitch every time you stilled then.

Your own cock pulsed inside his confinements and you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it inside your mouth anymore.

“What are you doing,” Eddie whined as you picked him up, placing him on your thighs.

“Quiet,” you grumbled, pushing his head down and sliding your fingers past his rim.

He moaned, grabbing onto your sheets as he prepared for you to prep him. You took them out immediately after.

“W-why did yo- OH FUCK-” He screamed again as you thrusted your cock inside of him, cum bursting out of his tip.

You slid out of him, slamming back inside.

“No- please it hurts,” he cried out, nails digging into your skin.

“Relax Eddie, lemme play with you for a while,” you said, licking the shell of his ear.

You gave him no time to adjust, setting a fast pace and making sure you hit his prostate with every thrust.

Eddie was between the thin line of pain and pleasure, your cock filling him completely and making him feel small under you.

“You know, I say you flirting with Chrissy in the hallway,” you said, snapping your hips against his.

“I-shit- no,” he whined, clapping his hand over his mouth to cover his moans.

You pulled his hand back, kissing the palm before grabbing the other one and placing them both above his head, putting your hand just above his ass to stabilize him.

“What do you mean no?”

“I wasn’t flirting with her- I-fuckk-I know she has a boyfriend,” he moaned out.

“You know you made me upset today Ed’s.”

“I-upset? Didn’t mean to I’m so sorry-fuck.”

“Watch your tongue Ed’s,” you growled, pushing your fingers into his mouth.

“I’m gonna play with your body all night Eds, and if I ever catch you being a fucking whore for Chrissy again I’ll fuck you in-front of her, hm?”

“Mmh!”

#smut #eddie smut #eddie x male reader #eddie angst #Eddie munson x male reader smut #eddie stranger things

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happyandticklish · 5 months

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Morning Indulgences

Notes: Merry late Christmas @achilleean! I was your secret santa for Squealing Santa this year, and have come to present you with some sweet teal oranges love to cap off the end of 2023. I do apologize that it's cutting it so close, life got more in the way than I had planned ;-; still, I hope you enjoy this even half as much as I enjoy the sheer talent of your writing when it comes to these two!

Summary: Jim isn't usually good at asking for what they want. When they do, Oluwande is always happy to oblige.

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Pairing: Jim/Oluwande

Prompt: "Soft, cozy stuff and/or sleepytime (morning/falling asleep) tks."

Word Count: 1.2k

Oluwande was not usually one who could be described as a morning person (not that this preference mattered much when it came to his profession). If afforded the chance, he would much rather laze around in his cot till some late hour of the day.

The morning came with benefits, however. Oluwande carded a hand through soft hair, smiling down at the warm body curled around him. As Jim was usually the first awake, it was rare that he was afforded the chance to see them like this. It was well worth the lost few hours of rest, however. They looked so peaceful asleep—vulnerable.

It made Oluwande nervous. He was well aware that Jim was capable of taking care of themself, and sometimes it was all too easy to fall for their impenetrable façade. He forgot sometimes that they were just as human as he was. It was all at once a comforting and nerve-wracking realization every time.

His hand had strayed in its wandering to the nape of Jim’s neck. He brushed their hair aside to reveal the exposed skin underneath. Goosebumps prickled out from where his fingertips touched.

“Mm.”

“Didn’t realize you were awake.”

Jim shook their head ever so slightly to indicate that they were not in fact awake and it was a bold move on his part to presume as much. Nails skipped along the crook of their neck and they flinched almost imperceptibly. “Tickles.”

“Oh! Sorry. I’ll move somewhere else if you'd like.”

“You don't have to. Feels nice.”

Olu paused, his fingers still half-curled around their neck. It was an unusually honest admission from Jim. It was no secret to the two that Jim enjoyed being tickled. That was a fact that had been established months before, at first through speculation and eventually by Jim’s own reluctant admission one night after many minutes of patient, silent waiting. Still, it wasn’t something that Jim was particularly open with. They tended to prefer provoking their fate, or allowing Oluwande to take the lead and conveniently not squirming away as hard as they potentially could have. Asking for it was not typically their go-to move.

He waited a few moments, expecting them to take it back or move away or perform some other form of plausible deniability. They didn’t even seem to have fully grasped what they just gave him permission for, however. Instead, they curled in closer, subtly tilting their head to reveal even more of their neck. He even detected a soft grunt that was perhaps a whine or sigh of disappointment at his lack of movement.

Oluwande's heart swooped at the sound. Later, he would tease them about this as he knew they often longed for him to do even if it was not as easy a thing for them to admit. For now, however, he didn’t dare waste this moment.

Carefully, he continued his earlier wandering, only this time there was a greater purpose behind the gentle swirls and scrapes of his nails as he danced a waltz over their neck. Another grunt, and a slight shift in his arms, but no protest. Feeling encouraged, he grew bolder in his explorations. His hand wisped softly down their spine, occasionally spidering over that sensitive area under their shoulder blade or circling the small of their back.

He was careful to watch them whenever he strayed too close to their sides, noticing each flinch or tightened grip around his waist. When his nails 'accidentally' scraped against their ribs, he couldn’t help but smile at the soft huff of laughter that followed. Nor could he resist repeating the action a few times over on the other side just to watch them attempt to tense and squirm subtly away.

Though Jim's face was hidden in his lap, Olu could see the tips of their ears flushing. He longed to call them cute or to comment on how much this seemed to be getting to them. He knew it would surely result in a slew of curses and a fit of inspired squirming that would make it impossible not to tickle them even worse.

Jim was tired though, and unusually vulnerable in way that he didn’t want to spook accidentally. So he kept his mouth shut however much he yearned to do otherwise, and instead ghosted over their ribs until muffled grunts became giggles that vibrated against Olu’s legs (tickling him a little, not that he would have let that become known to them). In the retelling of the story, Jim would later insist that they did not giggle as they always did and Olu would set about proving them wrong as he always did.

He wasn’t quite sure how long they both spent like that. Time got lost in moments like these and his world became calloused fingers brushing faded scars, laughter dissolving into curses dissolving into sighs, trembling shoulders and desperate hands. He kept his touch gentle and their laughter never rose above a giggle—he had a feeling this was what they needed right now.

To their credit, Jim didn’t try to squirm away as their body so clearly desired. There were moments, such as when Olu gently pinched that spot right above their hip, when it seemed like they might, but for every instinctual retreat, they always ended up scooching back into his awaiting hands. For all their usual thrashing, Oluwande sometimes found himself wondering at their self-control. The same scribbles against his sides would have him jerking away with a shriek as opposed to Jim’s mild twitching and smiles. He could never quite decide if he was jealous or impressed.

That being said, it did have a limit. A sudden flurry of nails against the backs of their legs had Jim lurching into action as they let out a sound that was a mix between a squawk and a wail and kicked themselves over onto their side. It was an irresistibly cute reaction, but Oluwande obligingly pulled his hands back, trying to fight back an amused grin.

Sometimes, it was impossible not to tease. He was only human, after all.

“Something wrong?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” Jim replied more firmly, but Olu could hear the smile that they were fighting in their voice. “Just repositioning.”

“Away from me?”

“To a better position.”

“And this has nothing to do with you being t—”

“Shut up and get over here before I show you just how easy it is to take advantage of your own sensitivities."

Oluwande shook his head at the obstinance that he knew they needed to upkeep, but obligingly rolled over to wrap his arms around their chest. Jim didn’t react obviously, but he could feel their muscles relaxing in his arms. Olu knew how much tension they carried in themself, and knowing that he had the ability to take some of that away, if only for a brief moment, continued to amaze him even after all this time.

And a couple minutes later, Olu indulged in the benefits of being able to induce this state of unusual relaxation. When a few quick kisses to the nape of their neck transformed into nibbling, Olu found that he could have listened to the giddy laughter that followed for the rest of his life.

Perhaps, if they were lucky, he could.

#tickle fic #squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #squealing santa #tickling #fanfiction #our flag means death #jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari #teal oranges #apologies if there are any mistakes ive been staring at this for long enough that its difficult to tell on my end lol

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nerdyadoptee · 11 months

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Mask of the Rose: The NerdyAdoptee Review

PUBLISH DATE: June 8, 2023 PLATFORMS: Windows, macOS, SteamOS, Linux, Nintendo Switch (launch); PS4, PS5, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S (unspecified later, post-launch)

This is the game I've been waiting for.

Mask of the Rose is a visual novel from UK-based Failbetter Games, developers of Sunless Skies, Sunless Sea, and Fallen London. I've long followed Failbetter's work because of their commitment to worldbuilding. All of their games share a common universe, an alternate Victorian vision of the 19th century world, with generous helpings of the unexplained, the supernatural, and even dashes of Cthulhu-esque cosmic horror. London has sunk underground, and the residents of London have lost contact with the surface. In this dark world (nicknamed "the Neath"), we encounter things that are familiar (the Queen is still around, although she's become curiously reclusive) along with the less familiar (what exactly are the "Clay Men?").

This world has been built by Failbetter over three games and thirteen years, but Mask of the Rose doesn’t require any previous knowledge or experience with their games. A character creator allows you to choose your character's background, silhouetted portrait, and how others address your character, from "Captain" to "My Lady" to "Citizen." In addition to the gender inclusivity of the character creator, it's wonderful to see Failbetter give the player the option to specify the kind of romance they're looking for in this visual novel. You can pursue friendships only, seek romantic relationships, physical relationships, or both--and choosing any of those options doesn't prevent you from seeing certain endings or lore, it just gives the player agency in this quite personal choice.

From there, we're introduced to the world and its wide and diverse cast of characters. Going into almost any detail risks ruining the discovery that is such a beautiful part of Mask of the Rose, but I'll at least say that the characters in Mask of the Rose feel complex and unique, each with their own voice and desires. The gameplay loop revolves around choosing how to spend your time--like with other time-management-style games, you can't have conversations with everyone. In each conversation, you're making dialogue choices that have an impact on the people you speak with and on the character you're building over time. The choices are well-written, and show an insight into the complexity of conversation and tone that is often missing from less thoughtful visual novels.

Each day in Mask of the Rose is split up into a Morning and Afternoon time, adding weight and stakes to each playthrough: do I try to get the exhausted pastor to spend more time with a mutual friend, or do I cozy up to the streetwise merchant who seems to know what's going on behind the scenes? More importantly, WHOM DO I WANT TO SMOOCH?

Ahem. Excuse me.

Mask of the Rose has so much story to uncover that one playthrough isn't sufficient. You're trying to solve a mystery, you're trying to uncover more about London's peculiar new surroundings, and you're trying to matchmake your friends, and you might be looking for romance for yourself. A playthrough generally takes me about 3-4 hours, and although I've done multiple playthroughs, there's still more to discover. I'm excited to learn more about each one of the fascinating characters, and I'm further drawn in because Mask of the Rose weaves a tale that touches upon so many elements of 19th century English society, from British global imperialism and colonialism to class struggles and privilege.

While I love the writing and Mask of the Rose's visual novel gameplay (and unique "storycrafting" mechanic/minigame, which is another gameplay pillar), I did run into a few frustrations. I would've appreciated an option to fast-forward text I've already seen. Mask of the Rose helpfully provides a fast-forward option, but it's too easy to accidentally skip past new dialogue and lore. In a game that demands multiple playthroughs, a smarter fast-forwarding option is a really unfortunate omission. I also felt like the time management aspect felt very constraining; it could be my own lack of intuition and understanding, but I sometimes found progression dense or unforgiving. The subtlety of Mask of the Rose is a strength, so I’d love if hints or some kind of help could be an option that players choose to turn on. More days and levels of signposting to clues would go a long way to making me even more excited about future playthroughs.

Overall, I'm smitten by Mask of the Rose. It's the game I've been waiting for because I've wanted to explore this world for a long time, but have struggled with the gameplay and difficulty of Sunless Sea and Sunless Skies. If you share a love for evocative writing and thoughtful worldbuilding, you've got to get Mask of the Rose.

Be sure to tell me whom you smooch!

#review #spoiler free #video games #gaming #failbetter games #mask of the rose #fallen london #sunless skies #sunless sea #romance #visual novel #pc games #pc gaming #xbox #ps4 #ps5 #switch #nintendo switch

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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https://twitter.com/AboutMusicYT/status/1652334425827590144

Any idea what Brand Reputation is based on ?

Jimin has been topping it continuesly for years now. Even when he's so active with album, less active or completely ia. He was doing nothing public during end of last year, not even posting a pic on sm still he was topping reputation chart. The only times someone else topped him recently was 1) Jin during TA 2)JK during dreamers. Rest always, it's JM on top. Only BG chart- JM is on top, BG-GG chart - JM on top again. In SK it's NOT easy to surpass female idols and JM has been doing it continuously. Surpassing all IT girls of all generations.

Also I'm so surprised why JK is not in top 3/5 when he had his CK campaign came last month and made lot of waves.

Hi anon ☺

Brand reputation is just that, brand reputation. Its about who's the cleanest. Who has the least scandals, the least amount of drama surrounding them. Least problematic.

Anon, that's Jimin. He is so so clean. Its something he seems to make sure he maintains too. That's what babying Armys is all about. He apologised for an accidental;

He apologised for the LC choreo. He skipped over the LC kisses when reacting to the MV. I love this dude but this behavior is problematic. This kind of shit is why we have people moaning about Suga drinking at his concert. Or people telling JK he drinks too much. Or people getting mad at V for smoking or Jin for having a condom. Its problematic. They are adults and wanna be treated as such but then they go ahead and contradict themselves.

Tbf though, Jimin has yet to complain to Army about their shallow, immature comments but I bet you he won't.

Anon, Jimin has a squeaky clean image. His biggest scandal was a girl flicking his forehead in Paris. I mean

The insurance thing was cleared up as soon as it broke out. And he's a millionaire so i don't see why anyone would think he actually refused to pay.

Anyway, Jimin is careful about what he says and what he does and how he's perceived. His man on the other hand couldn't care less. He has an entire sleeve which in its own is considered problematic. He was in a dating scandal gone horribly wrong. He was in a covid scandal. He goes against the company all the time. He gets told not to go live, he goes live. He's told not to drink live. He does the opposite and then says "what are they gonna do, fire me?" We love him and his unapologetic behaviour but, JK is not toping brand reputation anytime soon 😂😂 That's why he rates so low.

I used to confuse Brand reputation and sell out King too. They're not the same. Brand reputation Jimin is always first. Sell out King, our favourite couple interchanges. They are always number 1 and 2. If JK is number 1, Jimin is number 2 and vice versa.

#bts ask #ask shaz #jikook #jimin and jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts

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general-du-vallon · 2 months

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i started making a fic once where aramis holds his baby and thinks like 'well i did one treason how worse could it be if i stole this baby away', and he thinking about he could put another baby in its place and then i thought WELL WHY NOT

Anyway now am thinking about the stolen baby au

Porthos waiting on a horse to spirit the baby away (just have the image of him waiting in the dark. He takes the baby cus like i s2 final where he rides off alone to be heroic)

Aramis having a moment to talk to Q.A (quee ann) before the baby is born and saying it as a joke and they both just look at each other

the other musketrs being like 'u decided what now with Q.A?!'

where they gonna get a baby?! well. Porthos can be like 'i know a guy'. I'm sure Flea could find them a baby needing a nice home.

Aramis being like '...and then i will slide the baby in' and Constance being like 'uh huh mm hhmm. WHILE THE QUEEN IS HAVING THE OTHER BABY?!? HM?!? u gonna GO IN THERE WHILE SHE PUSHES A WHOLE HUMAN OUT OF HER?!'

aramis after constance rant, as if there been no interuption 'and then constance will swap them' and constance being like THAT IS WHAT i THOUGHT

I mean the baby is already not king of france so who cares?! it could be ANY baby. Who says this ISNT what hapened?

anyway one of the big reasons i think this is hilarious is we already know there's a safe place for accidental french not-quite-heirs cus that's where Agnes and Henry went.

Aramis and Agnes and king of france (but louis did it instead) and the king of france (but random baby from court of miracles did it instead).

aramis giving in his commission; 'GONNA GO UH.... JOIN A MONESTARY. THATS IT. THATS RIGHT. THAT'S WHERE IM GOING'.

imagine in s3 if he was in that monestary and the others staring around at the hundred of babies aramis is sherpherding about like 'is it that one... is it that one... is it that one' (I know this is diff to the living in bliss with agnes plus king 1 and king 2 like the cat in the hat. but whatever. Did i say it all has to cohere?!?! HUH!?!)

it is actually surprising to me hwo much i could just... slide this into canon. That's really funny. Aramis coming back to paris with a couple of refugee babies and beingn like 'and this one I'm keeping FOR NO REASON he gonna live with me. um. better. really. nenver ever go to the palace. eek'

It would be fun reversal. Q.A sneaking into the garrison to see her baby. aramis being like 'you so really absolutely totally cannot be here' standing at the end of a corridor full of men used to living in barracks like not entirely dressed and sort of being awful all like O_O O_O O_O like those picures where the light in rats eyes.

Q.A being like 'and now this is aramis he is coming to court to be honoured and the king has decided in his generosity that aramis's baby is coming also and oops louis jr just happened to meet him oh look at that oh dear i tripped over and my two babies are friends what a big oopsie daisy no aramis i didn't do anything at all'

Q.A loves BOTH her babies. for the record. baby number 2 is GONNA BE LOVED.

I think porthos watching the king dote on miracle court baby would be fun. Porthos "shall we show him what being poor in paris is really like" du Vallon.

the king doesn't know. the king doesnt care.

the rest of the show can be p much the same. tbf i only watched bits of s3 and skipped a lot of the more plotty stuff so i dont actually know this. the version I watched could fit this change easy and who cares what other ppl watched.

Sylvie being like 'he is the king of france' abt the dauphin and constance being like '....well. technically u r correct. but. uh.' and sylvie being like 'this is another of those treason things isnt it' and constance like 'a bit' and sylvie like 'yesssss tell me tell me'

#bbc musketeers #aramis #just tell me im a genius and be done with it this is super smart of me #if aynone wants to write it go ahead #if i ever wrote it fair warning it'd be about porthos. somehow. just like. if it ever pops up and u think #OH SAXI WROTE THE FIC YAY ARAMIS! that is a lie do not be decieved #just had to edit this cus. saxi is me. my ao3 is saxifactumterritum and i is what i am in habit of refering self as in 3rd person.

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marsgod · 2 years

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Hello again! I’m the person who requested ‘Reader Overblots’ and I’m here to request something that is also blot-related.

May I request Riddle, Azul and Jamil who severely injured their S/O during their overblot and only find out about it after accidentally bumping into their injury either in class or on one of their dates :DD

Love your writing! I hope you’re having a good day or night!!

omg… i love this a lot<3

Also!! Tysm!! I’m having a lovely day so far, and to you as well~!

*＊✿❀【Ｈｕｒｔ　Ｄｕｒｉｎｇ　Ｔｈｅｉｒ　Ｏｖｅｒｂｌｏｔ】❀✿＊*

| Info you need! v

Riddle, Azul, + Jamil finding out they hurt their s/o during their Overblot!

Warnings; Reader Injury,

i’m trying to practice writing scenes so just skip to the “keep reading” thing after if you don’t want to read it:)

Your love and yourself are walking around, being tasked with getting some more ingredients for an upcoming party.

You nodded along to his quiet ranting, something about food, you couldn’t bring yourself to remember more than little snippets of what he was saying.

It’s been a week since his overblot, but your foot hasn’t felt any better, on account of you wanting to be there for your boyfriend and not “Taking it easy”. You had managed to escape the worst case “Maximum Damage”, but not without a close call or two, where you ended up scraping your hands and with a sprained ankle after launching yourself out of the way and tripping over your feet over one of this attacks.

“-And then they had the audacity to tell me, “It’s the same thing.” Can you believe that?” They, who was in front of you, turned around to get your input, only to stop confusedly, “Are you okay, [Name]? You look like you’re going to keel over.”

Having saw you were limping before, having brushed it off with a reminder to put your foot up when you told him that it was from Mr. Vargas’s training.

There was, in fact, no Vargas Training, only neglect for your own health.

Anyways, after you do actually keel over on the ground, He rushes to your side in a mix of panic and confusion. He ends up cast a levitation spell on you and leads you to the Infirmary but your hand to keep you near.

Once there, and explaining that they didn’t tell him what was wrong besides previous training with Mr. Vargas.

Later, after going to sit in the waiting room, is told that you needed to rest for the day and that he was dismissed if he wasn’t injured himself.

AZUL is clearly worried, he keeps smiling but it’s clearly saying “God please help me, if you even sound a bit angry even if its not at me then I’m going to have a nervous breakdown and I’m sorry-“

…Yeah, He’s still got sum issues, this is before he finds out “Oh shit this is actually my fault”

When he does find out though! he’s muttering apologies and bringing small peace offerings (cut up fruit and chocolate) even if you say that he doesn’t need to bring them to you.

He apologizes but is also confused on why the hell you went a fucking week on your injured leg, and thinks that you didn’t tell him cause you didn’t trust him which makes him feel worse

After learning you just wanted to be with him through his “recovery period”… Yeah, good luck w that because he keeps you in bed for however long your recovery period lasts so ha

JAMIL isn’t clearly worried, he practiced his rbf for years you ain’t seeing anything “clearly”

He asks the basic questions If you’re okay, do you need anything, what happened-

Oh? It was from his overblot incident from a week ago?… and, you thought you could power through it because you wanted to be with him?

He stares at you, unblinking, in silence until he finally opens his mouth and calls you dumb

and that he loves you, but god you’re so dumb

He feels bad ofc, and apologizes for it but also why would you do that? and keep it a secret?

Jamil won’t be able to keep you company a lot… Is what Jamil and you both think until Kalim learns you’re injured and floods your house with flowers and claims they’re going to stay with you to be at your beck and call.

Jamil is partially okay with it, but also “Kalim please they need to actually rest.”

Anyways, Kalim is the one that.. supports you and gets whatever Jamil tells him to and Jamil actually does the cooking, etc.

Amazing, house husband<333

RIDDLE feels so horrible and won’t leave you’re side, and is also more irritable than normal because he’s mad that he believed such a foolish lie

He doesn’t know exactly what to do but he does buy some if those herbal tea’s for you to drink and sorta relax with

After learning it was, indeed, his fault, he does also feel horrible but has a hard time with it so he just puts his head on your should and apologizes

Trey helps check up on you, and cooks because Riddle will badger you if you try to get up

the type to tie you in a bunch of blankets before he leaves to ensure nothing happens

Riddle won’t leave his dorm, but if he’s not in actual classes (with no other tasks) then he’s at your dorm, helping you with whatever until you tell him you’re okay or you fall asleep.

Riddle, at some point, probably fall asleep while in your bed but you don’t have the heart to wake him up (plus he’s a fucking heater) and yeah<333

#there was an attempt #{..no identity found..}#twst x reader #jamil viper #jamil x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #gn! reader

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sannasruins · 1 year

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blue haired girl

hado nejire x reader

warnings: growing apart, unrequited feelings, abandonment, non-descriptive self-harm, lesbians (the horror!)

a/n: there's a bit of time skipping in this, so i’ve labeled things as their verses in the songs and the years (1, 2, and 3A) + semesters of high school they took place in. is nejire adhd/autistic coded? i cant tell, maybe its because i see the way she is as my normal (adhd) that i cant tell. i'm basing her personality strongly off the wiki bc she really hasn't had that much air time.

word count: 2.9k

inspired by and based on tv girl's- blue hair

Verse 1 - First Semester 1A

You and Nejire met on your first day of high school, class 1A. Both of you had quirks that were more powerful than the rest of the girls in your class, assuming that the two of you thought that you were superior to them and were already looking down on them, they took initiative and distanced themselves from you at the start. This left the two of you with only two options, have no friends, be a lonely outcast for the foreseeable future, or become friends. Obviously, it was an easy choice, and it was nice that the two of you got along well, and probably would have become friends even if you weren’t put in that unfortunate social situation.

She was a blunt girl, not really knowing when it was the appropriate time, if at all, to say something that she wanted to say. She often ended up saying things that were accidentally hurtful, though if you let her know, she would instantly feel remorseful and apologize incessantly. She wasn’t always sure how to make a joke, often her attempts falling flat, but she was bright, and cheery, and had so much knowledge that she longed to share. You couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at her as you listened to her ramble about the newest thing, she learned that week on national geographic.

One day, in the middle of your first year, she asked you how to be funny. You were taken aback, and asked her back, “you think I’m funny?” She nodded with a small smile.

You contemplated on how you should respond to her difficultly abstract question, “I don’t think that’s something you can teach.”

She looked down, her smile falling off her face sent a pang of guilt to your heart. You quickly tried to backtrack, “I think you’re funny though Hado! You’re constantly making me smile and laugh!”. Her eyes met yours, a furrow forming on her brow, you stammered on, “Maybe not everyone thinks you’re funny, but I think that’s true for everyone! You just got to find the people that do think you’re funny and like being around you… like me.” You held eye contact with her despite the bright flush that made its way to your cheeks, ask if you were trying to transfer your conviction over to her. She brushed off your almost confession with a giggle and a change of topic.

Chorus 1- Second Semester 2A

As you both aged, Nejire started to get more notice than you. Not that you were jealous, you being too enamored with her to care, no, you were just happy that she was getting the recognition you thought she so obviously deserved. It did sting though, when she would turn down your invitations for afterschool dates poorly vailed by you as hangouts. She needed to train though, she would say, and dismiss you with a “next time, okay y/n?”

Sometimes as you left the school building on your way home you would take the long way, past the training fields to watch her for a little bit, training with two boys from your class. You wondered why she didn’t ask you to train with her, to help her. You would never ask though, far too afraid of the answer that seemed to be pulling at the hem of your shirt, demanding your attention. She’s just focusing on training, it’s not like she suddenly stopped liking you. It’s not like she wanted to stop being your friend. It’s not like she was purposely ignoring you. Right?

Verse 2- Third Semester 1A

The two of you were sitting in a cafe after school, one that Nejire had shown you a picture of on Pinterest and said the two of you had to go for their cute specialty foods. You had gotten a parfait, the cream on top having been manipulated into the shape of a cat, Nejire got a jasmine tea latte, the art in the foam had her swooning and whipping out her phone to snap pictures of it in multiple angles as she told you about her Pinterest page’s aesthetic, you listened along, slightly confused at the idea of people posting on Pinterest like it was a social media but not questioning it. After she had taken enough pictures of both her and your orders, the two of you started on your treats, she took a long sip from her latte and when she placed it back down on the table, she had suddenly grown a distinguished mustache made of foam. It made you smile so hard your cheeks hurt, trying to keep your laugher a courteous volume to the other patrons was exceedingly difficult as she didn’t seem to notice her new facial accessory and was looking at you very confused. In spite of your shakes of laughter you managed to raise a shaky hand to point at your upper lip, signaling to her what you had found so funny. She raised a finger to her top lip, touching the foam and then pulled it back to see what was on her face. Realizing what she had done, her face blushed a warm pink as she quickly grabbed her napkin to wipe it away. You had finally calmed down and noticed that she had missed a little bit on the far edge.

“Nejire, you still have some,” you told her and pointed on yourself where it was on her, picked the napkin back up and scrubbed at her face, but on the wrong side.

“No, other side,” you specified. She again rubbed at her face with the now crumpled napkin but somehow still managed to miss the small smudge of foamed milk.

Not thinking, you rose and leaned across the table, before wiping the white away with your thumb. You sat back down, and without a thought in your head, licked it off of your thumb.

You noticed her face flush, even more than before, now a hot red; you realized the suggestiveness of what you had just done, and at the same time, felt an explosion of butterflies manifest themselves into your gut.

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking down with a slight smile on her face, and you reddened.

The two of you sat in silence for a while before she broke it.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

You didn’t think before you responded.

“Yes.” You hesitated and then added on, “I think you’re really beautiful.”

The two of you fell back into silence.

The purgatory of not knowing how the two of you felt about each other was horrible, but the fear of rejection, not just of a confession but of you as a person, rejecting your identity, kept you in your place.

There really was no winning.

Chorus 2- First Semester 3A

It hurt, seeing her every day, but not being able to talk to her about anything and everything in the way that you had grown used to. She was part of the big 3 now, she was revered by everyone now, she was strong and kind and smart and now they were all seeing what you had from the start. It was selfish of you, you knew, but you wish they hadn't noticed.

She wasn’t being purposefully cruel in her withdrawal from you, she wasn’t doing it to be mean, she had just forgotten, she had just been stretched too thin and something had to go. It was still mean though, and it was still cruel.

You felt the loneliest now, so much so it was almost incomparable. Your days now spent in silence, and slowly falling into the motions. School, train, sleep, school, train, sleep, school, train, sleep. With nothing to break the monotony, life became dull, and you were sinking into a different kind of blue, not the blue of an eye like you did when you first saw Hado Nejire, but into the blue of the mind, getting darker, muddier, harder to see what’s in front of you.

You became more reckless, not in retaliation but due to a slow building and concerning lack of self-preservation. Often throwing yourself into dangerous positions with villains, jumping solo into fights, you had no probability of winning alone, asking for more and more hours at your internship. It kept it at bay for a little while, the numbness, but as with most things, it did not last. You feared you were slowly but surely becoming a shell of your former self.

You needed something more, you needed to keep yourself feeling, needed to keep yourself human, needed to keep yourself. So, you resorted to means you probably shouldn’t have. Flame, blade, burns, blood. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but it was something.

On an especially hot September day it was odd to see students wearing their long-sleeved winter uniforms, but not enough to raise many questions. One girl asked, “Aren’t you hot?”, but you brushed it off, explaining that you just ran cold. A bold-faced lie to anyone who knew you, but none of them did.

As you were working on your lesson book, Hado Nejire walked past your desk on her way to the front of the room, glancing down at you, maybe out of habit, she got a glance of lines of damaged skin, some already faded, but many varying degrees of red. She faltered in her step, double taking, confused as to what she was seeing. Not wanting to cause a scene in class or be caught staring, she almost seamlessly continued walking, and if one hadn’t been watching her, they wouldn’t have noticed her split second reel.

She stopped you by the door after class, and when you tried to scoot by her, thinking she wasn’t aware she was in the doorway, she blocked its entirety with her body, staring you down. She grabbed you by the hand and led you to an unused stairwell as you stumbled behind her hastened pace. You didn’t notice it at the time, but she was especially careful when grabbing you, fearing that she would take hold somewhere that would cause you pain, fearing to reopen possible wounds.

There was a furrow in your brow as you looked at her, wordlessly questioned why she had dragged you there. She turned your arm over, her hand still holding yours, and gently raised your crisp white sleeve, a gasp of dismay escaping her lips as her eyes raked over your battered arm. She dropped your hand only to quickly grab your other one, pulling the sleeve of that arm up too. You were watching her face as she grit her teeth at the sight, her eyebrows pushed into an expression you didn’t know, one you had never seen before even after all the years you had known her. Her head turned and her eyes met yours, weirdly, you thought, they were filled with tears.

“Why?”

This pushed some button you did not know you had, and an unexpected, hot rage filled you.

“What do you mean, Hado?” you did not spit her name, but she flinched as if it was filled with venom.

“Y/n…” she trailed off. You remained silent, seething.

“This isn’t like you, why would you do this?”

You didn’t answer her for a long time before sighing, “You wouldn’t know Hado, you haven’t spoke to me in well over 5 months.”

“I’m sorry, I-” her words almost a whimper, but you interrupted her.

“Please, don’t. I don’t think I can stomach it Hado, I think, whatever you’re going to say next, will only make things worse.”

She clamped her mouth shut, her lips in a pale line, and nodded tearfully, before choking out an “okay”.

Things didn’t change much after that, though she was more watchful of you, you could, at times, feel her eyes boring into you from across the classroom or training halls and fields, and you started feeling a little different, slowing down in your efforts to drive away the numbness, as the numbness seemed to seep away from you. Less and less, you found yourself feeling as if there was nowhere else to go with a knife in your grasp.

You also no longer prayed that she would make time for you, disillusioning yourself, and realizing that she was not perfect, though feelings as strong as yours don’t just simply disappear due to disillusionment.

Verse 3- Third Semester 3A

Her hair had been burnt off, now in a blunt bob, and what once had been marred and blistered skin was now just slightly tinged pink. It still hurt you to see though, quietly observing. She was different now, bolder, more self-assured, Maybe, you mused, something had been burnt off along with her hair. You were different now too though, you were better. You had sought counseling, speaking to the trusted hero you were interning under, and they helped you find and utilize resources to mitigate your mental health. You felt lighter, you were still lonely, but you were now a little bit more at peace with your solitude, and less afraid to put yourself out there, slowly becoming friends with the sidekicks at your internship who were just a couple years your senior.

Chorus 3- After Graduation

Sometimes you would see her on TVs in coffee shops, or in ads in magazines, though if you looked you could find yourself too, maybe not as often, but still there. Both of you were making a name for yourselves in the hero world.

You had started dating a pretty sidekick from your agency, she was one of the first people you had befriended when you started putting in the effort to get better, she had been there for you through many bad nights, and many more good ones. You really, truly loved her. And yes, sometimes you would miss your first love, but not in a way of current longing, but for a past. You would never leave your girlfriend though, even if you got the chance to go back, even if they told you everything would turn out the way you had begged and hoped and dreamt. Those were no longer your dreams.

It was in line at a coffee shop that you ran into her. She looked nice, more mature, gracefully slipping into her early 20’s, face less youthful, but still bright with a smile.

The two of you chatted as you waited for your orders to be taken, and continued afterwards, as you waited for them to be made.

She was direct in her flirting, touching your arm, complementing you, laughing a little too much at things that weren’t that funny. You did not reciprocate. 5 years ago, if she had been doing what she was doing now, you would have been over the moon, indescribably happy, but now, you didn’t feel much of anything at all. You were flattered, maybe a bit annoyed, but the feelings were so watered down, so muted that you could barely describe them as anything. You were happy to talk to an old friend though.

“We should hang out some time,” she told you after your orders had been picked up from the counter and the two of you started towards the front doors, “go on a little afterschool date like we used to.” She smiled and winked.

You politely smiled back at her and opened your mouth to reply, when your phone started going off, the ring tone you had affectionately assigned to your girlfriend, playing.

“Oh, sorry it’s my girlfriend, let me answer real quick,” not waiting for a response from Nejire, you picked up the phone.

“Hey love, what’s up?” You inquired through the phone.

“Are you almost home yet?”

“Yeah, I just picked up your coffee from the coffee place two blocks down.”

“Oh yay! Thank you baby, see you soon, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You ended the call and turned towards Nejire apologetically, “Sorry about that!”

You exited the shop, Nejire holding the door open for you, and stood next to her on the sidewalk, close to the building and out of the way.

“Oh!” you realized you hadn’t answered her question yet, “yeah, it would be nice to hang out and catch up.” This time, hangout had no hidden meanings or crossed fingers. It was purely platonic. “I miss you,” she confessed. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, you were really never expecting her to say that.

“I guess things ended up differently, not the way I wanted I mean.” she clarified. “It’s hard seeing you in the news, or in my fashion magazines, but not being able to see you in person anymore. I just… miss you a lot y/n, even though you’ve not gone anywhere.”

You hmm and nod, “you’re right, I haven’t gone anywhere. That was you, Hado Nejire. I’m proud of you, you're becoming a great hero.” You smiled at her softly. She stood, unmoving, looking at you, maybe waiting for something more, but you were no longer the person who would be able to provide that.

“Well, I need to get going before all this ice melts,” you shook the iced coffee in your hands, “or my girlfriend will have my head.”

“Oh, uh, okay” she stammered.

“Message me! My numbers still the same, if you still have it. You could meet my girlfriend too, I think you’d like her, she’s amazing.”

Nejire nodded, watching your figure as you walked away, bitter jealousy and remorse making their home in her sour stomach.

Hi! I know it may seem like I am romanticizing self-harm in this but I promise I am not. As it is something I have struggled with for many years I am just reflecting my own struggles and thoughts, and trying to represent a mental illness as what it is. That doesn't mean it is something you should do, and if you struggle with it and are tempted after reading, here are some healthier alternatives. Please do not hurt yourselves, lovelies.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #boko no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader angst #fanfic #bnha nejire #mha nejire #nejire hado #nejire x reader #nejire x you #nejire x y/n #hado nejire #bnha #nejire x f!reader #yuri fanfiction #yuri mha #tw:self harm

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kaluxsims · 1 year

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Joining Mesh Edges - Pt. 2

Picking right back up where part one left off...

I'm moving on to the front.

If you looked way too close at the group list in part one, you might have noticed a third group that I hadn't mentioned yet. What's "Duplicate13"? It's a surprise bonus mini-tutorial within this tutorial.

I'll explain once we go back "inside" the mesh. (The shirt group is hidden for now.)

It's a duplicate of the front cleavage-y area of the shirt. Fully meshed necklines have a sort of "modesty piece" to fill the gap between the neckline and the body. This shirt was "painted on" though, so I have to make one. It's easy, it's a good thing to know how to do, and it demonstrates some of the finer points of joining edges.

I created this little piece by selecting faces, duplicating, and reversing vertex order to "flip it around". I still need to join its edge to the body edge it's going to conceal.

Because I want to shape this piece to fit the body, the body group needs to be ABOVE the duplicate group in the list. (As opposed to when I was fitting the body to the clothes before.)

It's as simple again as selecting the vertices you want to join together and using Vertex Data Merge.

There's a mismatch in the number of edge vertices here too, but this piece won't be that visible, so I'm merging two edge vertices on the duplicate piece to one on the body edge instead of making new vertices on the edge of the body.

I try not to do that too often for visible pieces, because it usually means the UV map (of whichever group I merged two vertices) needs to be adjusted to account for the merging.

The next body vertex to the left of screen also matches up best to two on the edge of the duplicate piece. Then the next after that matches up with just one. (Compare the screenshot below with the one above, if needed.)

That side looks pretty good. Now the other side.

If a mesh already has little pieces like this, I generally regroup them and do them separately like I did here. It's easier to see what I'm doing this way.

Going back "outside" of the mesh and un-hiding the rest of the shirt, you can really see what this piece is for.

Can't really see it from the front, but it lets the shirt be low cut without looking shrink-wrapped.

Now I'll go back "inside" the mesh and highlight the body group again to see what I'm working with.

For now, I'm leaving that corner of the modesty piece alone and going to the first pair of clothing and body edge vertices to the screen left of the modesty piece.

Vertex Data Merge, then repeat for the rest of the body edge vertices on that side.

There's a gap here, like there was on the back.

Sometimes, you'll go to use Divide Edge and you get this error.

"Please select exactly 2 vertices!" The first thing I do is check and make sure I only selected two vertices. Accidental selection happens. If there are just two visible vertices selected, "Vertex > Weld Together" will fix this error and let Divide Edge work.

There's another, smaller gap farther up the neckline. I take a really close look at the entire area, from both inside and out. Gaps are exactly what I'm trying to avoid here. Divide edge here too, and all of that.

...and there's also that corner of the modesty piece that I skipped over before.

On the left side of the screen, I've merged it with a new vertex I created with Divide Edge. When I do the other side, I'll use Divide Edge on the two body vertices I've drawn arrows pointing to on the right side of the screen. (I hope that made sense!)

Now the front of the body has taken the shape of the neckline.

On the to the tricky part, the shoulders! They're pretty easy here, two pairs of vertices each side, matching up nicely. Still sorta tricky to visualize.

The clothing group is highlighted this time, for easier visualization. The arrows point to the two pairs of vertices I'll match up.

Once both pairs are merged, it looks like this from the outside.

If you look closely, you can see the gap where I haven't merged these two pairs on the other side yet.

The shoulders, even on a fairly simple neckline like this, can be tricky. If you accidentally select another vertex from the other side of the mesh, you'll get this funky looking mess...

This is another reason I work from the "inside", because it's easier to spot goofups like this and undo them right away. Someday, maybe I'll do a quick tutorial on how to fix them if you don't notice them until much later. (Hint: I use "Unweld Radial".)

With the back, front, and both shoulders done, that's the entire neckline.

When the clothing group is hidden, the body group should look like a perfect negative of the neckline. If there are still dark spots, they can be fixed by selecting the vertices around them and aligning normals.

We've arrived at the "after" from the start of part one.

The arms can stay "stubbed" like they are. I cap sleeve edges pretty much every time. They rarely need to be joined like the neckline is. I did a tutorial on capping edges here.

Joining isn't just for necklines, even if it's usually for necklines. Any time you want the body to line up like this, this method will do it.

It's how I did the asymmetrical midriff piece on this other (so far unreleased) project:

That's that for this technique, unless you have a question. Feel free to ask!

#sims 2 tutorial #sims 2 tut

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psychangels · 1 year

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tips for EVERY boss

bc i have played this game for 90 hours, and i figure i should share the knowledge i have accrued.

this isn't going to detail every single attack that they all do btw. this is just tips for things that i figure r good to know

alright, let's get started!

QA-1MIL when i said 'every boss,' i meant every boss.

for most of this fight ur gonna need to try and bait him into attacking with the attacks where he slams his fists down. what triggers this?? well, slapping his fists

it should be noted that jumping into the air to hit his hands comes with a risk: once u successfully get him to attack, u will get hit, even if his fist doesn't actually slam down on u bc ur in the air still. so only swing a couple of times, then get away FAST

when his hands go limp, don't just smack them. press the button when it prompts u. once u've done this successfully with both fists, u open up a new weak point to hit

he will ALWAYS open the fight with his big sweeping arm attack on easy and normal difficulties, and as soon as the animation for him punching himself is done he does it as well. be ready to jump out of the way

on the higher difficulties, he always opens the fight by slamming his fist down, which doesn't do any damage unless ur close to him, but it does send u up into the air which is cool ig

for his area sweeping attacks (the laser and arm sweep) i would recommend jumping (and dashing if u feel it's necessary) out of the way instead of just dashing. ur less likely to get hit, plus performing all two/three actions on beat will help with ur just timing score and rhythm meter

oh, also, make sure u double jump over his arm sweep attack. if u only jump once it will hit u

when ur dodging out of the way of attacks, or just generally running around, be mindful so that u don't fall off the edge of the platform. easy way to lose chunks of health

after reaching his second phase, when he starts shooting missiles, whenever he does his arm-sweep attack he will also shoot a missile, so keep an eye out for its targeting circle

once u've reached his third phase, SERIOUS MODE, his regular slam-down fist attack ends with an electric charge. so don't start whaling on his fist immediately, wait for the charge to end before going in for the attack

during his third phase he'll start doing a triple slam-down attack. basically he slams down his fist once, twice, and then thrice in rapid succession. u'll need to be dodging and jumping around quickly. no electric charge here, so once he's done, u can go right in and start whaling on him

this next bit is tips for doing this boss on replays specifically, which kinda sorta contains spoilers. so skip this if u don't wanna be potentially spoiled

baiting him into attacking is easier on replays, bc u can just use peppermint to shoot at his hands which will trigger the same response as u hitting them

u'll mostly wanna use peppermint for this fight. macaron can also be pretty useful for when his fists r down. there isn't rlly any need to use korsica, so just alternate between pep and mac

don't use jam combos. they default to attack his chest plate, which, while yea, it does do damage, is dangerous bc it's easy for u to accidentally walk/fall right off the edge of the platform from there. it's just not rlly worth it imo

the best special attack for this guy is honestly power chord. air guitar is also good for when u reveal his weak point

REKKA fast and hard hitting, so be ready for this tussle

when she does her charge-up attack where she lunges at u multiple times, try and lure her into the walls. if u do this successfully, she'll be stunned for a bit

to dodge her special attack, just pay attention to the timing and beat. the only way to avoid it is by dodging (and jumping, if u feel it's necessary) out of the way at the right time. trying to run might help a bit, but she does jump towards u when she does this

for her first phase, u can pretty much just whale on her. just be mindful that she can and will beat the shit out of u back if u aren't careful, so pay attention

for her second phase, when she's electrified STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER. just use peppermint to attack her. if u try to attack her, u will get electrified

while she's electrified, if she goes into the center of the arena, look up and get ready to grapple, bc she's most likely going to electrify the entire floor of the arena. there r two different grapple points that will activate just before and while she does this attack that r near her

during her third phase, she does not do any electric attacks, so u don't have to worry abt those when u get to it. but u do have to worry abt pipes now

one of the attacks rekka does with the pipes has her jump and swing them at u. pay attention to when she's abt to strike, and dodge out of the way at the right time. trying to run away won't do much honestly, so just perfect dodge to the best of ur ability

the other attack is. well u just kinda have to pray she doesn't do it, bc it's RLLY hard to dodge. during this attack, she spins around with two pipes in hand and rushes at u in a whirlwind (during the last phase, she can also be electrified during this, doing even more damage + making it even more difficult to get away from)

during her final phase, she'll do all of her different attacks, throwing everything she's got at u

this next bit is tips for doing this boss on replays specifically, which kinda sorta contains spoilers. so skip this if u don't wanna be potentially spoiled

don't use korsica. HONESTLY, as a blanket statement, don't use korsica for like...any of the bosses for the most part. there r two exceptions to this. this is bc she only does debuff, which doesn't affect half of the bosses

feel free to use macaron, though! generally i would stick with just peppermint, since she has the best range and ur gonna want to avoid rekka for certain chunks of the fight, but macaron deals solid damage. make sure u reserve using him for when ur close-up

would recommend using basically any of the specials aside from the stun ones. they won't work bc u can't stun her via ur own attacks. she only gets stunned after certain attacks she does

ZANZO ah, the boss fight that technically isn't a boss fight

no tips to give here for uh. obvious reasons. just do ur best

ACTUALLY WAIT. during the magma mania part, stand near the edge of the arena. there r gaps between the falling magma that u can just stand in the entire time until it's over without getting hit

KORSICA i hope ur good at parrying!

again, no tips to give. just parry and dodge best u can. i believe in u

ACTUALLY WAIT, don't let ur guard down at the end of the fight. if u drop korsica, ur final score for her chorus will be SHIT.

MIMOSA this one is a rough one until u get the mechanics of it down

high pitch punch is ur friend. equip it. equip it now. it only takes one reverb but it completely destroys her stun bar

spam the FUCK out of peppermint. korsica is also decent for this fight, but honestly, peppermint will be more useful due to her doing both damage and stun, plus she has better range and can attack mimosa while she's airborne. korsica can get her if she's low enough to the ground though

while mimosa is down, feel free to add macaron to the mix for some heavier damage

honestly, ur main goal here is to just whale on her as much as u can, which while that's also kinda true of the other bosses, mimosa doesn't have many attacks that actively deter u from just grappling to her and beating her up

when her wings get HUGE, run. as fast as u can. get the fuck away from her and use peppermint. it's either that or hope that u can break her stun bar before she attacks

when she sings, there will be some music cues for the notes. the music notes will fly at u along to those cues, then stick to the ground and explode after a certain period of time. u can parry these notes when they come at u, but u still need to move away from them before they explode

during her second phase, she will continuously alternate between Lights Out and Vandelay Side Story, with small breaks in-between

during Lights Out, u can use peppermint to figure out where she'll be before the light changes to purple (this works most of the time, but not always). just whale on her with basic combos so it'll be easier to parry her attacks

during Vandelay Side Story, try to knock her out before she reaches any part of the arena that the flamethrowers will reach. be careful though bc bombs will also get thrown at u periodically after the flamethrowers start blasting

there's a rhythm mini game in-between phase two and three. just don't fuck it up too much and u'll be fine, though on harder difficulties any fuck-ups may lead to doom

her third phase she can pull u into Visualizer Wave. during this, waves will come down when the box around u pulses red twice (there's also an audio cue). the difficulty ur playing on dictates how many waves u have to jump over run to the back of the box before the waves come down, then as u jump over them make ur way to the front to destroy the things generating it

when she does her big laser attack (the beams that move along the edges of the arena), just move to the center and they can't hit u. she will also attack u with targeted lasers, which u can parry and destroy her stun bar with

ROQUEFORT annoying AND difficult. but goddamn those animations

spam peppermint. macaron is also good.

ur gonna need to be listening and paying close attention, bc there's an audio cue for like. basically all of his attacks. and ur gonna need to parry them bc he hits like a fucking truck AND he attacks fast

air guitar is ur friend. so is pick me up. u could use basically any special aside from the stun ones though

when u grapple to him, ur gonna be airborne. use that to ur advantage; he can't hit u as easily when ur in the air. the only downside is that u cant do as many combos

the first phase is pretty simple. the most interesting thing he does during this phase is he'll send two tornadoes at u, similar to the bird robots

the last portion of this first phase, he'll revert back to his human form. during this u have to chase him around and beat the shit out of him, which is rlly annoying esp on harder difficulties bc he'll become quicker and dodge more at some point, he'll create a barrier; if ur too close to him when he does this, u will take damage. at another point, he'll create a shield. just break them and return to killing and maiming

second phase is where things get harder. during this, he'll start doing some of his more tricky attacks, such as one where he charges at u three times in quick succession. be prepared to parry, but u can try ur luck at dodging the other new attack he does is similar to the bru-t1l's attack where it spins around with its saws, barraging u with attacks u have to constantly parry or dodge away from

the second phase also introduces the rhythm minigame Big Bad Wolf, where he'll blow a stream of air at u. u have to manually call in korsica to combat this, and there's a bar that will pop up on screen in the lower left corner. u have to hit the notes as they appear to fill the bar. if u don't fill the bar up to/past the white line on it, u will take damage. on higher difficulties, this line moves higher

the last portion of this phase is similar to the first, where roquefort reverts to his human form and u have to chase him down. the difference is that now he has security lasers, both a wall of them and the ones that shoot at u. the wall will move first, the gap in it for u to go thru changing. then, the lasers will start firing at u once u reach him, just beat the shit out of him. at a certain point, he'll go thru the hatch on the floor to the other side of the room, restarting the process with the lasers

third phase doesn't introduce any new attacks aside from him jumping into the money pit. he'll swim thru it, which u will have to dodge/jump out of the way to avoid. as this happens, things will emerge from the pit, including a silver fist. when he jumps out to attack u, make sure ur close to this fist; he'll ram into it and be stunned for a little while

at the end of this phase is Big Bad Wolf again. if u fail it, u die! so don't fuck up!

KALE the final big bad...

for the 808 part of the fight, just pay attention to the song and the flames. be cautious, bc if u get hit once u WILL get hit again

for the first proper phase of the fight, ur gonna wanna pay attention and be ready to parry at a moment's notice. kale is quick, but he gives u enough time to recognize when he's going to attack. try not to get caught in a long combo

kale will actually guard against peppermint's shots, so wait until he's in the middle of an animation to call her in

this is the only other boss fight u can use korsica in, bc kale has a stun gauge that u can actually break by just attacking him rather than waiting for him to be stunned by his own attacks

macaron is good for solid damage, but kale moves around the arena very quickly, so wait until he's moved recently before calling mac in

u can parry the lightning strikes, but honestly it's kinda better to just dodge them imo

kale has four little. things that float around him. they will shoot at u, so listen close for their audio cues and look out for their red lasers

second phase is all abt being patient. what kale attacks u with is up to rng; if ur lucky, he'll go with the fists first. the sooner u can destroy those the sooner u can start whaling on him

use ur heavy attack on the tentacles when they go down, it decimates them

in-between the tentacle attacks, he'll do his attack where he jumps into the air, slams down, then strikes out with this sword. be ready to parry twice for that. he will also use his tentacles to lash out sometimes, so watch out for that

u don't actually have to take out kale's health bar to get past this phase, if u destroy all three of the different. tentacle things he has, u'll move on to the third phase

during the third phase, some of kale's attacks will generate fire, including the lightning strikes which also get bigger

he starts doing an area sweep attack during this phase. if u parry all three swipes successfully, it should be enough to stun him

for special attacks, u can use basically any other than steal the show. it gets u funny dialogue but it doesn't affect him.

i think that's basically everything. if u wanna add any of ur own thoughts, feel free to do so.

#hi fi rush #hi fi rush spoilers #rekka hi fi rush #zanzo hi fi rush #korsica hi fi rush #mimosa hi fi rush #roquefort hi fi rush #kale vandelay #the ppl wanted boss tips #so i am here to give u boss tips #i say that like that post got a lot of notes. but it got enough for me #can u tell i've played this game a lot??#angeltalks.txt #i said i'd make this post like. months ago.#and then i just kept forgetting to finish it #cuz i had most of this already written i just had roquefort and kale left

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Disco Elysium

I don't like most video games. I don't like them because often they're being timed, or stuff is frustratingly difficult accidentally or on purpose - or there's just no compelling reason to play, no microcosm of beauty and satisfaction that would make it a good use of time. I have at times doubted the underlying validity of video games as a medium; though it's sort of a confused question, whether it's possible for a medium to be "invalid", I contemplated it anyway. Is there any "there" there, beyond timewasting toys and some storytelling you could better accomplish with a novel?

Disco Elysium is one hell of a video game.

You are a drunken amnesiac wreck of a cop in a world thirty degrees off from our own, lightly fantastic and high on its own political history. The plot is not difficult: you have to be able to manage as a drunken amnesiac wreck of cop. You don't need to go in knowing any lore: you have to be able to manage as a drunken amnesiac wreck of cop. The dialogue is downright unhinged: you have to be able to manage as a drunken amnesiac wreck of cop. You do cop shit - solving a murder - but it's not about that, it's not a fair-play mystery, it's about your fucked-up backstory you can't remember and your attempt to move forward through all your cripplingly mundane impediments and saying ludicrous things to every other character in the game.

Quality Of Life. Easily the weakest point of the game. My copy - I have some reason to believe it was unusually buggy somehow, but it's what I had - displayed several glitches, a couple of which blocked advancement in the main plot till I found a way to route around them. The player character can both walk and run, but I didn't ever get the hang of what caused me to be doing one rather than the other. Inventory management was a hassle, with no obvious ability to organize things and frequent mechanically relevant clothing changes requiring me to individually mouse over every article I'd picked up to check for applicable bonuses. Fast travel worked less than half the time, and that was after I Googled how to enable it to begin with. I passed by a pivotal emotional scene when I routed around one bug, found out this had happened only because my sister mentioned it, and wound up watching the scene played through on Youtube.

That's a lot of complaints, but they actually didn't affect most of my experience by hours played. The journal system was helpful, being able to press tab to highlight interactable items in my environment was extremely friendly, the conversation tree system that had seemed so weird in Tumblr screenshot format was actually really easy to pick up and get used to, I was able to skip through any dialogue I didn't want to hear voice-acted all the way through and they were extremely judicious with the unskippable cutscene rationing, and saving was easy and fast. Overall, 3/5.

Throughline. Starts out looking kind of loosey-goosey, with abundant sidequests and distractions. But as the game progresses the proliferation of tasks falls off, things are checked off the list one by one, sequences of events converge and dovetail and culminate in a unified confrontation. The ludonarrative harmony is sublime, game incentives gently tugging you along on your own bumper-car ride through the world of the story to come to a stop at one ending that really is suitable for all of the ways you could have played it out. I was tempted to ding half a point for the slight anticlimax of an ending - but I think if that one bug hadn't robbed me of the scene I later watched a video of, the conclusion would have landed just fine. 5/5.

Pacing. Good, but I have a few things to complain about here. The game has a couple "make time pass faster" mechanics. The game needs its "make time pass faster" mechanics. A handful of events are time-of-day dependent and if a bug hits you there you can lose a day. You can affect the probability of succeeding on a chokepoint skill check, but cannot guarantee one, and cannot try again until you scrape up enough experience points and possibly drugs. Since fast travel doesn't work super well you have to walk everywhere, which doesn't cost much in-game time but can take a while till you've learned your way around. The ludonarrative effect of wandering off to do sidequests while waiting for something else, or to accumulate XP for something else, sells the character arc, but in the short run felt a bit aimless. 4/5.

Aesthetics. The artistic presentation of Disco Elysium is almost oxymoronic. It depicts a decaying town, unlovely people, a world of shipping containers and half-melted snow and old war damage. The style, though, is loving and painterly, muted colors and somber music. It's a paean to the beauty of the unbeautiful. The prose is carefully written, too, for intensity and elegance, shot through with humor that adds dimension to the underlying anguish. 5/5.

Charm. Disco Elysium is just oozing with charm. The deranged dialogue choices. The rich-as-Midas lore about the setting, layers deep if you scratch it. Kim Kitsuragi. The moments of supernatural spookiness. The Thoughts system. The voice acting. Kim Kitsuragi. The emotional tension and the way the characters open up to you. The different glosses on the basic content you can get by playing a different character build (I played a Thinker, my housemate just started as a Sensitive, and she gets her necktie to yell at her which I never did). Kim Kitsuragi. The contrast between the sheer pedestrianness of your character's problems against the exotic universe in which he lives. 5/5.

Nonnui™. Man. In case you couldn't tell, I really liked Disco Elysium. It's a story, but it's not a novel; it's a game, but it's not a puzzle. I'm leaning towards not playing twice, because I do think a lot of it could get repetitive - but I still might, one day, when I've had a chance to forget most of the details. I might come back to it like an old friend. It was a wonderful and enriching experience and I hope you get to enjoy it too. 5/5.

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Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

Author's Note: Omg guys, this chapter is so out of schedule ksksksksksk I got trapped in my most recent hyperfixation (AKA my new babygirl Simon Ghost Riley) and forgot to post, i'm so sorry. This one is actually kinda short, but tomorrow I'l post another one to compensate. For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here. Anyways, thanks for reading xoxo

Warnings: none.

Wordcount: 1366.

Chapter Five

Chapter Six: Two little birds

After some time pretending, sleep finally made its way into you. Not soon enough to sake Tim Drake from being blocked, though. It was better this way, you really needed to focus on yourself and your future. His was already sorted, you were the only one with something to lose with this agreement.

Something in the wind that got inside your room made you wake up distressed. His scent. His fucking scent came to bother you even when you were asleep. Utterly annoyed, you got up and walked straight to your window, closing it violently. When you were walking back to your bed, a laugh echoed inside your room.

— Once again you’ve trapped the bird inside a cage — He said and you saw him lean against your desk. Oh shit.

— You know… when Edward sneaked into Bella’s room to watch her sleep in Twilight, it wasn’t romantic. It was creepy — You said, trying to appear calm. You sat on your bed — Are you a creep, Red Robin?

— Maybe more than I should — He admitted. He turned to the glass with the cut stems Tim sent you and laughed in low tone — It seems you’re not in a position to judge me, actually. It’s not the most normal thing to do this to flowers.

— Well, the flowers are mine anyway, I can do with them whatever pleases me — You answered, crossing your arms over your chest — You, on the other hand, broke into a girl’s room in the middle of the night and haven’t even bothered to give her an explanation yet.

— I was nearby and wanted to check on you — He said, coming closer to you.

— Liar — You said with a smile — If you'd done it a year ago I would have believed you, but it’s been a long time. I was sure you had forgotten me.

— Never — He said and it made your heart skip a beat — I know Nightwing and Batman give us bad reputation, but not all vigilantes are mansluts. I don’t go out kissing random people during patrol. And I remember very well the people I've kissed.

— Oh, so you regularly check on everyone you’ve kissed?

— You’re upset. I got it — He said, sitting beside you. Damn — I guess it’s good that the target of your anger were the flowers, then. I’d hate to arrest you.

— What do you really want here? Any bullet holes you need me to suture?

He sighed.

— It has been a rough night. I was around and wanted to see if you were awake. I enjoyed talking to you back then — He said and his legs accidentally touched yours. You sighed as well.

— What do you want to talk about?

— Anything — He said, turning his head to look at you. You wanted to look at him so badly — Why are you upset?

— There’s this boy in my class…

— The one that looks at you like you’re an exótic bird? — He asked and your eyes widened with surprise.

— Wow.

— I told you, I remember.

— Yes, him — You continued — We started to get along in a certain way…

— What do you mean?

— Hm… we decided that in order to end the tension between us, we should hook up — You said after a sigh of embarrassment — And I’ve spent the afternoon getting ready, putting on the effort it takes to look effortless. And then, he didn’t show up, just sent me a bouquet of hyacinths.

You let your back lean against your sheets, laying on the bed, after laughing.

— Ridiculous, I know.

— It’s not — He said — You really have to stop invalidating your feelings.

— I’m talking about him — You corrected and he laughed. His laughter and his smile were still your favourite things to hear and to see.

— Yeah, he is ridiculous — He said, laying beside you.

— And still, I’ve mutilated innocent hyacinths because of him — You said — He awakens the worst in me.

— I’m sorry for the poor flowers — He laughed — But it’s okay. Although it really is a blow to my ego.

— What do you mean?

— Well, I've got to admit, I don’t know if I’m jealous because no one ever cared enough because of my disappearance to mutilate flowers — He started and you could not hold a small laugher — Or if it is because he kissed you — He said and you felt your cheeks get warmer.

— How do you know he kissed me? — You asked, sitting to try to hide your blushing.

— You wouldn’t be so upset if he didn’t — He answered, sitting.

You sighed.

— You wouldn’t do this to me — You said, resting your head on his shoulder. He leaned his head on yours — You’re a good man.

— Maybe I am, but I don't think I would be better than him in this context — He said — None of my relationships last, not even with other vigilantes. And I can be called by Batman at any time.

— So you stopped trying?

— No.

— Seems masochist to me.

— I guess we all are a bit masochist when it comes to love. Humans want things to work right. — He said, intertwining his fingers with yours. — Maybe in other conditions, we could’ve dated. It would have been nice.

— Did you know that wild robins don’t maintain the same partner for long? It’s because they’re migratory birds. They exchange partners almost every mating season. — You said and he laughed.

— How do you know that?

— One of my little cousins love birds — You said, caressing his glove-covered hand with your thumb — I babysat him once and he told me that even though it was weird to him that robins exchange partners a lot it made sense because they don’t have clocks, calendars or jobs, so each spring must feel like a lifetime. I wish we were robins, even if we could spend only one spring together.

— Well, time showed already that I would come back to you eventually, so I don't think it would be only one spring — He said smiling against your hair — I hope you can work things right with this boy, I really do.

— They won’t. I don’t plan on talking to him anytime soon — You said, closing your eyes, feeling sleepy

— Don’t be bitter. What if he got trapped in an emergency? — He said — I’m sure he wouldn’t deliberately leave you waiting. Not when you look like this.

— And what about my amazing personality?

— I don't know what he thinks of your personality — He said, smiling — But I can talk about what I know he can’t deny. You’re smoking hot. One of the prettiest girls i’ve ever seen. You’ve got it all: amazing eyes, a smile that could lighten the whole room and a body to die for. If he left you waiting on purpose, he is an idiot. I wouldn’t leave you waiting, not on purpose.

— If i didn’t know better — You started, smiling as you brought back the phrase you said to him months ago, looking up to him — I’d think you’re hitting on me.

— Gotta shoot my best shot — He said, smiling as your noses got close.

As your lips were about to touch, you heard Nightwing’s voice coming from his communicator.

“Red Robin, where are you?”

— I went for a walk, Wing.

“I think I might need your help, if you finished your walk.” Red Robin looked at your lips almost like he needed to kiss them as much as a fish needs water “Forget the ‘i think’ part. We need your help. Immediately”.

— Send your location. I’m on my way — He said after biting his lower lip in frustration. — See? I told you sometimes I would leave you waiting.

— Duty calls — You said, opening your window for him. He sat on the sill to make it easier to get out and you held his cape — Wait.

He turned to your direction and you pulled him by the neckline of his armour, leaving a quick peck on his lips.

— Go and save the dawn for me.

He gave you the prettiest smile you ever saw and quickly kissed you again, then Nightwing’s voice called again and he left. You leaned on the still for a while, watching him leave, and then you returned to bed.

#red robin x y/n #red robin x reader #red robin #red robin fanfic #red robin headcanon #timothy drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake smut #tim drake #dc #dick grayson #batboys x you #batfamily #jason todd #Spotify

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The Disappearance of Kul Fyra (Theory)

(Skip to the Read More to start the theory.)

This was originally a response to someone else's theory/headcanon that they left on one of my posts, but after what happened the last time I tried to engage someone in a theory, I've decided to just post my response on its own without tagging the person.

I'm just... tired of accidentally making people feel bad because they take me disagreeing with them too personally. But, I still like the theory/headcanons I made in the end, so I still want this out there.

I'm sure if that person really cares about my response, then they'll find this post on their own time, and those of you that care about what this is a response to will likewise just click the link and look through the reblogs.

So yeah, that's why this post is written like I'm talking to someone: because I originally was. But even if y'all don't wanna do the extra footwork of finding the original theory, I think you can figure out what I'm responding to through context.

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Whoo, time for some good old' theory debating~ Haven't done one of those in a while.

This is an interesting theory, but you are jumping through some real hoops and over some sharks to get there friend, so I'm sorry to say that most of your points just aren't sticking for me. >A<;.

So, I'm gonna offer my counterarguments~

Firstly, I cannot ignore how you're just wrong about the characters' skin color.

I don't know where you're getting that Tatiana is a "slate gray" unless you're talking about a totally different color.

(DuckDuckGo search for "slate gray")

Tatiana is white. Maybe not a pure #FFFFFF, but certainly not "slate gray."

(Tatiana's Briefing Profile)

But, even if you don't want to say she's "white" because she isn't #FFFFFF, Kliff under NO circumstance has lighter skin than Tatiana.

I know that I just made a post joking about how he's "WHITE 🫵," but he still has *some* color to him.

(Tatiana, Kliff, and the photo desaturated)

He's still obviously light skinned, but he's still a little darker than the literally white Tatiana. The only reason she isn't pure white is that she would lose a lot of dimension and detail if she was, so she's shaded a little more harshly than other characters. But it's still just shadow, not her actual skin.

The point is: I cannot fathom how you can think the figure in the middle of the signed photo is too pale to be Tatiana, but somehow pale enough to be Kliff. It's just contradictory. But since your entire theory depends on the idea that the middle figure resembles Kliff more than Tatiana, I can't ignore it, and the entire theory falls apart for me.

However, if we put that to the side, there are still interesting things to talk about the theory.

I have also wondered how literally no one in the entire city besides Kliff seems to know that Tatiana was Kul Fyra. But, I propose that Tatiana used her power as NSR's CEO to erase that part of her history.

We witness first-hand how NSR uses propaganda and otherwise manipulates the media to be in their favor, so it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine that Tatiana would have done everything in her power to erase her ties to The Goolings once she got into power. This would be especially easy to do if she already kept her private life and stage persona separate, like you suggested. (Though, I still don't think she'd be so secretive as to *never* appear in photos).

The way Barbara talks about Tatiana implies that she knows that Tatiana has had some experience in the music industry before NSR, but doesn't know the exact capacity. So, it would appear that Tatiana was mostly successful in burying her identity as Kul Fyra, but anyone who digs into it will find that the story isn't complete.

With that in mind, it's not unlikely that Mayday wouldn't make the connection either, simply because she doesn't have access to the information (and let's be honest, she's kinda stupid). She became a fan after The Goolings had already disbanded and after the hypothetical cover-up, so she wouldn't be able to learn anything that wasn't public knowledge.

It could also be that Tatiana has just changed so much since that time, that younger pictures of herself don't have an obvious resemblance to her current self. Mayday never saw The Goolings live, so she wouldn't know exactly what Kul Fyra looked like. It's even established early on that Mayday has a hard time recognizing people from photos in reality, given that she doesn't recognize Kliff when meeting him for the first time, despite him apparently sending a photo of himself with his message.

However, her first guess about Tatiana's identity is Kul Fyra's mom, so Mayday must see some resemblance, but can't fully believe that they would be the same person without direct confirmation.

For why Kliff knows about it, in his own words, "Everyone turned their backs on you when The Goolings disbanded, but I stood with you." This implies that he was close to Tatiana even after the breakup. It's very possible that this is the real reason she hates him: because he kept trying to drag her back to her past failures that she was trying to escape.

Additionally, none of the other characters we meet ever describe themselves as fans of rock. Most of B2J's supporters that aren't Kliff support them because they do something else to earn it: they give Zam a place to run his radio show, Gigi disagrees with the injustice at the Lights Up Auditions, and Robot appears to just be friendly. They do convince Yiruk to start a career in rock, but it's obvious that he didn't start with an appreciation for the genre. Also, given the additional evidence from the Ex-Jay poster in Akusuka that rock was already dying in Vinyl City before that point, it's clear that there just weren't that many fans or performers of rock left in the city. Thus, there weren't many people left who would care enough about The Goolings to know the truth, let alone people that were also in a position to reveal that information. So while at first, it might seem strange that only one person in the entire city seems to know the truth about Tatiana/Kul Fyra, there's actually a lot of evidence that Kliff truly is one of the last people in the city that could possibly have that information and use it against her.

As for the photo itself, I also don't think Tatiana really looks like the figure in the center, but none of the people in the photo look like the same people from the Goolings poster.

(The Goolings Poster and The Goolings Photo)

Granted, the photo appears to be in sepia and both are somewhat abstract, so the colors and designs probably aren't going to be 1:1. But just the style of the hair is what stands out the most as being inaccurate. That said, I've always interpreted the photo to be The Goolings "off-stage" where they're in more casual clothes/hair. We know that Tatiana can turn her fire off, so her natural skin color might have always been white, and later her hair started as another color (likely red) and turned white with age.

Then for whom the photo belongs to, it could just be Aunty's. If we follow the theory that the photo is of the "off-stage" Goolings, then it's possible that the photo was actually taken and signed in Aunty's shop when the band was having a lunch break or something. There are plenty of places that will take pictures of the famous people that visit and display them as a sign of prestige without actually being invested in the person.

This would explain why Aunty doesn't seem to have any special dialogue regarding The Goolings despite having a signed picture of them and (probably) knowing that Mayday is also a fan. Although she's genuinely nice and supportive, Aunty is also using B2J's popularity to increase sales by introducing new menu items named after them, so she's not above using the fame of her customers to boost her shop. She may have been a legit fan of The Goolings, but just not to the same extent as Mayday or Kliff. She might not have been invested enough to know what happened after the Goolings disbanded.

Finally, this post is very old. I posted it only 5 months after the game came out and information was still coming out from data miners and the devs. I know now that the signatures aren't supposed to be "real." I know that NSR has some pretty tight world building and lots of little extra details, but the signatures are officially not one of the things with a lot of thought behind them. They're just symbols designed to resemble a signature because if one of them is obviously a real character's name, then that opens up all the others for interpretation, and the devs wanted to leave that kind of thing open-ended. It's the same for the 1010 signatures: no "signature" in this game has a special meaning or is supposed to resemble a real word/name, and that is confirmed by the devs. So the signatures probably belong to Kul Fyra and the other 3 members, but it doesn't matter which one is which, and it would be impossible to figure it out.

Anyway, after all that, I think there being a secret 5th member of The Goolings that's actually Kliff's relative is cool, but I just don't think your theory as you've written it supports the idea strongly enough for me to personally believe it.

But, there's nothing wrong with having a headcanon that doesn't fit into the actual canon. Even everything I've said is just speculation based on my interpretation of the game. If what you said was your honest interpretation of things, then I can't really take that away from you or change your mind.

#gbunny writes #nsr #no straight roads #tatiana #kul fyra #the goolings #kliff #mayday #aunty #game theory

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