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reji-z · 3 months

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Alright, finally I was able to write something after a long time of a writers block, also this is the first time I upload my stuff to tumblr so yeagh.

For a little of context this is in the spirit's eve of the second year.

It's also up on Ao3 here

First night

The meet-up at the saloon after the spirit’s eve festival is your favorite part of the holiday, everyone is in a good mood, belly full of Gus’s food and some are even slightly drunk already, some as in Shane and you.

You started getting closer to him this past month mostly because of your regular stops at Marnie’s ranch regarding your animals, although it’s hard to say if at some point they were more for catching up with Shane than anything else.

In the beginning it was just about the chickens and whatnot, but eventually you started to talk more, about other stuff, hanging out once or twice and just getting to know each other, and the more you knew him there was this weird feeling about him swelling up deep inside you, a feeling you were trying to hold back as much as you could.

But none of that matters right now, you are sitting next to him at the bar with a couple of empty glasses between you, in silence, just enjoying each other's company.

“So… today was fun, spending it with you, I mean” You break the silence, looking at your finger as you trace it on the rim of your empty glass and rest your head on your free hand “I … kinda have to go now, it’s getting late and i have to get up early tomorrow you know”

Shane turns his head at you way too fast, almost as if your words activated a directive on him “Can I go with you” As soon as the words leave his mouth he realizes what he just said and turns his head away, looking in front of him, at the shelves filled with bottles “I-I mean, if you want to… ”

Was the blush on his cheeks from embarrassment of asking if he could walk with you or just because the saloon was warm from all the people in it, probably the second one, right?

“Uuhhhh… Yeah, why not” you try to not make it obvious that the idea of walking with him late at night excites you, but it feels like your tone betrays you, and if he was more sober, he probably would have noticed.

It takes a while of sitting in silence before any of you finally gets up to actually get out of the establishment, he did first, and you followed him behind only standing by his side once you were both outside.

“So, your place first?, since it’s closer” You ask while turning your head to look at him.

“Sure” He turns to look at you too, and you can’t help but to stare at him, those weirdly charming green eyes draw you in, sitting above eye bags that seem to be permanently glued to him and below some of the prettiest eyebrows you’ve ever seen, and the way the light of the saloon windows lights up his whole face is close to divine, of course he noticed you were staring, and lifted his right eyebrow curiously, breaking you out of your trance and making you whip your head away, feeling your cheeks warm up as soon as he lets out a chuckle “Let’s go”

It was nice, really nice, not only because of the pleasing night breeze, nor the euphoria of the alcohol, but also because of him, walking by your side, it just made you feel happy, somehow, for some reason, a reason that honestly you didn’t want to get into right now.

It… was a short walk, way shorter than you expected, or wanted, now both of you under the ranch’s doorway, lingering, looking at each other, hoping to make these few seconds last an eternity, hoping to burn them in your mind to be able to recall them late at night, hugging a pillow on your bed that felt a little bit too big and too lonely for just one person.

At least that was your reason to stay there, leaving you wondering about why he was still there, why isn’t he turning the doorknob and entering his home to call it a night, why is he also looking at you, into your eyes, maybe he is also—no, that’s a dumb idea, he’s not into you like that, you guys are just friends and—

“Uuhhmm…. do you want to hang out a while more?” What? “I mean, if it’s not too late for you” What? “We can go to the pond right here or something” WHAT? Why is he asking to spend more time with you, and why does he sound nervous, and is he blushing? “Actually never mind, forget I said anything” shit, you are taking too long to answer and he’s backing up, it’s now or never.

“NonoIwanttodothat” shit, too eager.

He smiles, he doesn’t do that a lot, especially if it’s for other people, his smile gets bigger, you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Sooooo, to the pond it is” he says while still keeping eye contact.

“Actually I know a place” Do you?... Oh yeah you do “It’s this small part of the forest with a pond that’s hidden away, it’s pretty nice”

“Really? That sounds perfect, lead the way” another smile, you can feel your insides stirring around from the mere fact of him smiling because of you, wait, perfect? Why would he say that? No time to think about that though, he said yes, and soon enough you were walking to the secret woods, trying to not make too much noise, as if worrying about the critters noticing you.

Once you reached the path leading to the pond (and certain primate statue that you forgot to tell Shane about) you heard him gasp.

“Wow… I’m surprised I didn’t know about this place” He says while looking around.

“Nah, not really, it used to be blocked by this huge log of hardwood”

“And you cleared the path yourself?”

“Y–yeah” for some reason it’s kinda embarrassing to admit that, you don’t really know why

“Heh, you must be pretty strong then” huh? Is he… flirting? Probably not, ignore it.

It didn’t really matter that you didn’t answer, you were already standing in the entryway to the clearing, not really being able to see much in the dark.

“Wait here” you said before walking towards the torches you’ve left around the pond to light them up and returning to his side “So? What do you think”

The torches themselves reflected on the clear waters of the pond, the images flickering from time to time thanks to the movement of the fishes below, their light shining into it and making a faint glow all along the shore, and in turn, reflecting into Shane’s eyes, making their color shine brightly, pairing well with the greenery around you.

He turns around to look at you, his eyes still glistening, open more than usual “It’s really pretty” your heart skips a beat once again, you feel your cheeks start to burn up, he’s got to be flirting, right?

“I-I know right” you start walking towards the east side of the pond, hoping he didn’t notice your reaction “Come, let’s sit”

He followed behind you and placed himself to your left, as you lowered to start untying your shoes you hear him let out a scream and jump in place.

“FUCK! What IS that!” he points to your right, into the dark, and you don’t even have to look to know what he saw to start laughing at him, making him turn his head to you with a puzzled face “Why are you laughing?”

“Sorry…” It’s hard to stop the giggles to form a sentence “…It’s just an old statue of a monkey, i forgot to tell you about it”

He drops his arm and relaxes, lowering to untie his own shoes “God, it scared the shit out of me”

Now both of you had your feet inside the pond, swaying them back and forth, sitting next to each other, your hands so close together yet not touching, keeping just enough distance to not make things too awkward.

“So, what’s that statue doing here?” He asks while looking at the woodskips swim circles in the middle of the pond.

“No idea, it has a plate saying something about a search for something sweet” now you are looking in the direction of the statue, just barely being able to make out its shape, no wonder he got scared, it really looks like a monster from here.

“Huh” It’s all he says back, now both of you fall silent again, still the nice kind of silence, the one where the mere fact of you sharing this moment encompass any words anyone might be able to muster, the kind of silence you didn’t realize you were yearning for, the kind of silence that feels just right. “You know…” he breaks it, making you turn your head to him “… It used to be boring around here…” now he’s looking at you “…but you managed to change that”

“Y-yeah, well, I kinda need a change from my old life and…” now his fingertips are touching yours “…t-the whole farm in a small town seemed like that change”

His fingers are getting closer and closer to yours, getting on top of them, moving around playfully and so are yours, sort of intertwining them in a dance without rhythm, it feels nice.

Once again you find yourself staring at his eyes, and by god they looked even better now, you feel like you could just stare at them all day, stare at him all day, his eyes, his eyebrows, his hair, his nose, his cheeks, his… lips, at this point it was pretty much clear that you liked him, there’s no point in trying to shove down those feelings anymore, at least not now, not when his hand is on top of yours, his eyes fixated into yours, his whole body turning to face you as his left hand raised to hold your cheek.

Wait, you quickly glance at his hand with your eyes and then back at him, he’s still looking at you, and gives you a little smile, what is going on, weren’t you supposed to just hang out, what happened, when did this happened, how did it happened, does he really like you as well? If he didn’t then why would he be—

Your train of thought ends the instant his lips meet yours, you didn’t even notice him getting closer, fuck it, it feels nice, you close your eyes to properly enjoy it, his lips are soft, more than you’d expect from someone that is always drinking at least, they are also warm, sharing their heat with you, spreading it trough your whole body and converging in your chest, warming up a body you didn’t even notice was cold.

It really couldn’t get better than this right?, the guy you like kissing you in a secluded spot in the forest away from prying eyes and only both of you to bear witness to a thousand years old demonstration of one’s affection for someone else, wrong, it could get better, and it did when you felt his tongue poking at your lips, asking for permission to explore further, to feel more of you, and who are you to deny such kind request.

His tongue was slow, careful, maybe he was nervous, how couldn’t he, he’s been making all the moves since the beginning and you just can’t have that now, can you? So you took the lead this time, pushing your tongue into his to make it retreat into his own mouth to let you move around, faster, more aggressive, more needy, as if you’ve been craving for this since the very first time you arrived in town, which you may or may not have.

Your tongues were not the only thing moving around, you feel his right hand move from on top of yours to land at your knee, slowly moving up, gripping your leg at times, making you get more into the kiss, but this feels a little bit too much, too far, especially when he reaches your thigh and gets dangerously close to your crotch, a feeling that makes you break the kiss abruptly and lean back, both of your eyes opening as soon as the contact breaks, and what you see is Shane with a worried expression in his face, an expression that makes your heart sink, you hate that look on him and you hate even more that it’s because of you.

“I–I…” you finally open your mouth to say something “…sorry, It’s just–too much”

“Shit, sorry…” he looks so guilty “…of course I would go and ruin things right? God I’m so stupid”

“Nonono, It’s…” the words seem to be harder to come up with now, the whole build up of the feelings and alcohol catching up with you “…I like it, but not right now, not here” it kills you to say no but you really don’t want that “It’s fine, really”

You move closer to him, making him look in front of him once again so you can lean on him, your head falling slightly on top of his, trying to really show him that it’s okay and you are not mad.

He sighs, leaning more into you and, once again, sharing each other's heat, your bodies taking part of this give and take of energy.

“I guess we feel the same way then” you whisper, not looking at him.

He chuckles “I hope so, it would be really awkward if we didn’t” his comment making you chuckle too, this guy, you swear to god, but that managed to ease the mood, now both of you reveling in the comfort of knowing that your feelings were reciprocated.

But alas, no matter how sweet new love may be, it is still not sweet enough for a certain someone in a quest that didn’t seem to be any closer to end.

#reji writes #Shane sdv #i actually had fun writing this #wrote most of it between yesterday and today after having like one page of it laying around for at least since december #also if shane is out of character no hes not i just get him better than you /j #if there are grammar errors or such im gonna use the good old english isnt my first language to not worry about them #i did proofread it tho #also i dont really know if i actually did but i kinda try to make the farmers gender as ambiguous as possible #idk why i just like doing that ig #maybe to make it easier for the reader to immerse themselves or something #whatever #sdv shane #shane stardew valley #stardew shane #stardew valley shane #thats gotta be enough shane tags right?

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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maybe this is a tip you already know but if not i think this might be worth a try! i used to struggle with falling asleep a lot (nowadays less thankfully) and one method that has helped me very often is kind of meditative i guess? idk if it has a name but i’ll just describe it

i basically start with my toes and work my way up to my head in small steps, (mentally) telling each body part that it’s getting heavy and tired. i try to keep a slow pace and to emphasise the sleepy adjectives and it helps me calm down and to keep my thoughts in order and not think about 1000 things at once. some days it works better than others but even if i’m still awake by the time i reach my head (which i usually don’t) i just repeat the whole thing again.

plus just laying down with your eyes closed helps your body rest too, even if you are not sleeping. that thought helps me not get too frustrated if i have a bad day/ night and can’t seem to fall asleep.

yeah i know this one well :) damn i forget what its called too. smth body. body centred meditation? or just body meditation? body awareness? idk i did it a lot for a bunch of stuff. idk. yknow what tho? i think it mightve been the amount of tea i drank. thats likely it.

but on the flip side my to do list is coming along nicely! i cleaned the whole apartment and did laundry and ironed clothes and changed bedsheets and towels! i passed the exam so thats cool. worked out. im gonna like, take a shower and do that drawing thing thats been in my head, then im gonna pack for the trip, make lunchies... then when thats all done i'll come back to the sleeping thing maybe but honestly its like noon maybe i should just go along w it for today and go to sleep at a normal time

#its easily my most productive 34 hours in the past 3 months #oh i gotta proofread a bunch of stuff too #ok u wanna know a special body meditation tip? recently bc ive been so into hypnosis and ocs who use it #i just go full whumpee and imagine my fav whumper doing it🥰🥰#ONE NIGHT IT WAS LIKE ACTUALLY WILD #so if u know me u know i get the sleepy voices and the super vivid hallucination adjacent stuff #and it was soooo real that night #w a friend's oc #hi friend if u read this lol #but yeah it was awesome and i was out like a light within 2 mins #listening to my fav blorbo man say comforting things to me :) ANYWAY so yea i usually dont have any issues w it or anything #it mustve been the tea i drank a lot of it. like 5-6 cups within the last two days. mightve shocked the body a little #asks

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legolasghosty · 1 year

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I'll Have What They're Having

Word Count - 1.1k Rating - T Relationships - Willex, background Boggie Content warnings - Alcohol

Okay, the description/explanation of this fic is basically @michelangelinden sent me this -

But with Willex and Boggie. And then I didn't want to do my homework and thought it would just be a few paragraphs, and then it got a bit longer than that... yeah, enjoy! Linden, this is your fault!

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Alex slipped into the single-stall bathroom at the back of the bar to get a break. Someone had started up the karaoke in the main area and it was just loud. Usually he was happy to go out with his friends, content with water or a mocktail or something while his friends drank, glad to see them all happy and relaxed. And this time wasn't really that different, he told himself. Just cause it was just him and Reg and Bobby here instead of the whole gang.

He liked hanging out with his friends, of course he did. But he also had been around the combination of them and alcohol enough times to know that they both got pretty affectionate once they started to get tipsy. And that had only gotten more pronounced once the two of them finally stopped pining and got together.

He'd hoped that they'd each just have one drink or something so they could chill and hang out, but Bobby was already on his third and Reggie had given up on trying to stay balanced in his own seat, opting for Bobby's lap instead. Alex was happy for his friends of course, but he wasn't the biggest fan of third wheeling on what was supposed to be a friendly hangout, free from the stress of band practices and work and whatever Flynn and Carrie had found to argue about now.

Alex sighed, maybe he could get them home before they started swallowing each other tongues at least. He splashed some cold water on his face, then headed back out into the dim, crowded bar.

But when he spotted his friends, he knew he was a bit too late. Reggie was still in Bobby's lap, but turned around to face him now, his arms around his neck as they made out. Alex could see Bobby's fingers already pulling at Reggie's tucked-in shirt, creating a space so he could rest a hand on his skin.

He rolled his eyes affectionately. Those two were going to get into trouble on of these days. But he was happy for them. If any two people Alex knew had a chance at a happy ending, it was Reggie and Bobby.

He grabbed a bar stool a couple seats down from them and pulled out his phone. They'd all driven together so it was gonna be a while before he could get out of here. Might as well level up his Bloons towers.

"Hey, can I get you anything?"

Alex looked up, startled by the voice of the bartender. It was a different guy than they'd talked to earlier. He had long, dark hair pulled back into a bun and a cheerful grin. He was kinda cute. Alex wished he wasn't the designated driver and could actually order something.

The bartender raised his eyebrows, waiting, and Alex realized he still hadn't said anything.

"Um, I'm not drinking tonight," he started, glancing over at his friends, who were still making out, "but I'll have whatever they're having," he added, going for a joke. Maybe it could actually start a conversation and he wouldn't be bored for the next hour or two until he could wrangle those two out to the car.

The bartender turned to look at the pair, then shrugged, reached across the counter, and grabbed the strings of Alex's hoodie. Alex barely registered what was going on before the guy pulled him into a firm kiss.

His first thought was to get away from this random person, but his second... He shifted so he could cup the guy's face and kiss him back. He felt the bartender's smile against his lips, and then a brush of his tongue against his lower lip. In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought, parting his lips to let the guy in.

Dang, this guy was a seriously good kisser. Alex did his best, but he had to admit he was a little out of practice. It had been a couple of years since he'd kissed anyone at all, let alone made out. But something about the guy, his steady movements, the faint taste of lemon on his mouth, the soft skin of his lips, it made Alex relax a bit. Go with the flow. Let this guy kiss him however he wanted.

After what was probably only a minute but felt like an eternity, the guy leaned back, breathing hard. Alex wanted to pull him back in, but he should probably get some oxygen into his lungs first. He took a deep breath, willing his heart to stop racing. When he looked up, the bartender was grinning, his face flushed and his lips red. A few strands of hair had come loose(Had Alex done that?) and fell around his face, framing it.

Dang he's pretty, Alex thought. "Ummm, can I..." he started, not sure where he was going, but wanting to... kiss him again? Hang out? Go on a date? "Can I open a tab?" he finished lamely.

The guy laughed, which wasn't really helping Alex's quest to slow his pulse. "That can be arranged," the guy told him with a mischievous grin. Then he held out a hand across the counter. "Willie."

"Oh, Alex," he responded, shaking his hand. "So... what are you doing tomorrow?"

"There's a coffee shop right up the street from here," Willie said. Then he glanced over at Reggie and Bobby, who Alex was pretty sure were going to suffocate each other soon if they didn't come up for air. "They make a mean black coffee for getting over hangovers."

Alex chuckled and shook his head at his friends. "Well I think I know of some people who are gonna need that," he replied. "10 sound good?"

"10 sounds great," Willie nodded. Then he reached under the counter and pulled out a sharpie. "Here, let me give you my number, I'll text you the address."

Alex was expecting him to grab a napkin or something, but instead he reached for Alex's arm. He easily pushed up the sleeve of his hoodie and wrote some digits on the inside of his forearm.

"Harder to lose that way," he explained, leaning back.

"Can't argue with that," Alex admitted. Someone down the bar called to get Willie's attention and they both sighed.

"See you tomorrow?" Willie said, tucking the pen away.

"Definitely," Alex replied, grinning.

Once Willie was gone, Alex pulled out his phone and sent a quick text.

Hey, it's Alex. What kind of coffee do you like?

A few hours later, when Alex was finally about to crash in bed after shoving Reggie and Bobby into their bedroom to crash on their bed instead of the living room floor, he got a text back.

Anything iced and sweet ;) Like you

Alex laughed and sent a quick response. He was looking forward to tomorrow.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fic #willex #boggie #tw alcohol #jatp fanfic #alex mercer #willie jatp #legolas tag #I wrote a thing #this is not proofread at all #any and all typos are my fault and mine alone #yeah I don't know why this exists either #it just does #cause I don't wanna do my homework #okay now I gotta go do the homework I was putting off by writing and posting this #have fun y'all!

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tadfools · 8 months

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What do you think are the best subclasses for each companion? (More character wise tgan mechanically)

Totally not asking because I don't know what to give to Lae'zel and Astarion

I don't want to say these are the best choices because they're probably not but this is what I do from a story perspective (I also multiclass everybody because I have the multiclass mod which allows you to go past level 12 and bumps up the ex so you can get more levels throughout the story. I also slide my mans Withers several platinum at different points)

There's going to be spoilers in this but I'll keep them vague or things you find out early on xx

I multiclass Lae'zel as a monk after she gets her shit kicked by somehting at the and of act 1. She's the most experienced fighter throughout the group so her fighter subclass is battlemaster and her monk subclass is way the opened hand

Astarion I used a subclass as an assassin but my dark urge is a sorcerer/rogue who takes that subclass because she's terrifying and I love having it fit with the characters who refer to durge as an assassin. I now have him as an arcane trickster because high elves have a natural affinity with magic. I multiclass him as a college of swords bard because we all know how good this man is at putting on a show

Sweet baby Wyll I keep as a just a warlock until the end of act two when a certain someone gets rescued then i multiclass him as a eldritch knight fighter not only because I want to break him free of Mizora but because I like the idea of my sorcerer teaching him a thing or two

Mama K gets the wild magic subclass because I love the idea of her taking her rage and crafting it into something beautiful I'm multiclass her as a champion fighter becuase she was a champion of Zariel And I feel like the description fits my low intelligence angel 'You approach the complex problems posed by combat with one distinctly effective solution - you hit those problems, really quite hard.'

Shadowheart Is my favorite companion to respec especially after finishing act two and make a few certain choices involving saving the night song. Originally she's in the trickery domain but with Withers' help I change her to a life cleric after act 2, I multiclass her as an oath of the ancients paladin at that point as well. My baby girl is a healer, at a certain point I don't think she wants to hurt anyone anymore

I keep Gale as an evoker cause I think he makes a few references to that school of magic more than the others. He's the only base companion I don't like multiclassing but I do so the mod i use doesn't break (with it you need to have at least 1 level in something else or it will crash trying to go past 12)

Halsin is also goes in the 'i dont like multiclassing' catagory but i give him the circle of the moon subclass So he can pop off as a bear whenever he wants

Minthara (I also have a mod that allows you to have her in act 2 at the same time as Halsin but I haven't gotten there yet with m current play through so I'm not sure if it works yet) I haven't spent any time with her as a companion but Since she is a paladin of Lolth/The Absolute I give her the oath of conquest which is a mod you can get here. Without it she would have vengeance I think. I multiclass her as a berserker barbarian

Jaheira, my grandmama, I change the class of entirely, making her a gloom stalker ranger who multi-classes as a druid so she can have wild shape

Minsc Is a beast master ranger who multi-classes as a wildheart barbarian

I'm inviting other folks to add tags on what they do to help anon out xx

#baldur’s gate 3 #asks for bee #i hope this was a little bit helpful!!#this is just what i do but you gotta feel it in your heart #fair warning i didnt proofread any of this #baldur’s gate iii #bg3 #lae'zel #astarion #wyll ravengard #shadowheart #gale dekarios #minthara #halsin #jaheira #minsc

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tunamayojazz · 1 year

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26, 39 and 45 for InuOkko 💕

Oh my god guess who got carried away again....Hope this doesn't have too many mistakes but I had a great time writing this! Please enjoy ❤️ 26. What's one location that's important to them?

The school gardens! Toge's the permanent student gardener since no one wants to take something he loves doing from him. It's a peaceful and comforting job. When Yuta joins the team and offers to help him, Toge can't bring himself to decline. And perhaps it's so Yuta will feel like he's welcome here too.

As time passes, and Yuta doesn't cease his offers of help and instead adjusts gardening to part of his routine, it goes from being Toge's garden to his and Yuta's garden. He hadn't realized until Yuta had casually referred to it as "our garden", and he'd be lying if it hadn't felt like something warm had settled in his heart then.

Through all the seasons, they carry out their duties responsibly, working together so seamlessly it feels like it had always been the two of them from the start. From time to time, they'll meet there without meaning to. Late in the night when sleep escapes them and they seek comfort, their feet bring them to the same place, naturally gravitating towards where their hearts have cemented as safe. And so they make countless memories in that little space of theirs. Sometimes they'll have snacks as they talk about everything and nothing.

The night before Yuta has go overseas with no idea of when he'll return, he visits the garden one last time. Toge isn't there when he arrives late into the night, but instead of disappointment, he feels relief. He takes a seat by himself, nothing but silence in the chilly air. Then he speaks. He talks to the flowers he and Toge love so much, and he tells them everything. There's a slight breeze that comes and goes, and it makes the flowers sway in a way that tells Yuta they're listening. Soft spoken confessions begin to fill the air, words he feels he'll never gather the strength to say to who they're intended for. With his eyes closed and his mind wandering to his happiest moments here, he says again and again to the flowers: I love him, I love him, I love him

His confession stays with the flowers when he leaves. Toge continues to take care of them, and it's just like before Yuta came along, except it's not. There's a large absence now that won't be filled for awhile. On the nights his heart aches with a weight he can't shake off, he goes to the garden. He sits down, eyes misty more often not. Looking at the flowers he and Yuta cared for together, he mouths the words he doesn't dare to voice.

The flowers listen.

39. Describe their first kiss

It's a lazy afternoon, and Yuta spends it watching Toge play video games very intently. He's lying comfortably on his bed, eyes watching the character on screen climb a rather steep mountain. Yuta can't help but ask questions along the way, things like "Can you still climb if it's raining?", followed by a "Okaka. Konbu tuna mayo ikura. (No, he''ll just keep slipping)". Toge patiently quenches his curiosity, able to explain in detail while maintaining his focus in a battle. That's Toge for you.

The sun is setting outside, and there's a boss fight of sorts at one point There's a cutscene that comes after the evil has been defeated gets Yuta a little emotional despite not knowing enough about the game to understand what exactly was going on. He's sniffling and wiping away his tears before he knows it, prompting Toge to pause his game. "Yuda! Takana?", he puts down his console and turns to hold Yuta's teary face in his hands.

"I'm okay! I'm okay. It's just," and he sniffles again. "It's just so sad. She died without being able to say goodbye to her family. And when she turned to look at her home, I could feel the longing-" Toge can't help laugh a little, causing Yuta to groan and push his hands away. "You're making fun of me!!", he shrieks. Toge shakes his head at first, but puts his hands up in surrender with a sheepish smile. "Shake shake, Yuda." He signs his next words, "I can't help it because it's cute. You're such a softie, Yuta. And I guess I love that about you. I'm laughing out of endearment. Promise."

Yuta pouts, not really sure if that makes him feel much better. But what does throw his heart into a whirlwind of emotions is him saying "I love that about you". He feels his face warm, as the words sink in.

"Oh?" Toge says, teasing in his voice. "Takana, Yuda? Sujiko tuna tuna."

"My face is not turning red, shut up."

Before he can even process Toge letting out another laugh and climbing onto the bed, he feels palms on his face again and the soft press of lips against his forehead. The kiss itself is brief, much to Yuta's dismay. When Toge pulls back, he's smiling so warmly at him that he forgets how to breathe. The boy before him doesn't say anything, but Yuta looks at his eyes and knows what he's asking.

So he closes his eyes, and Toge leans in. 45. Give each character an element Sorry I can't help but put on my ATLA glasses for this HSDJKFHSKDJF 😭

Yuta is definitely a firebender, and Toge a waterbender! It was an easy pick for Yuta who loves so kindly yet so fiercely. Like how fire can keep someone warm but also has the power to hurt and kill. Wow I just visualized Yuta bending lighting and got goosebumps.....I need to draw that one day.

Toge who's mostly calm on the surface but can be deadly suits being a waterbender methinks. And of course the audience (me) would like to imagine him bloodbending!

I like the duality aha ❤️ my god why have not drawn ATLA au inuokko.................I need to correct that asap

#i dont consider myself a writer but man do i love writing inuokko....#its my dream to write a long ass fic about them like damn this brainrot gotta go somewhere #inuokko #ottoge #inumaki toge #inumaki #yuuta #okkotsu yuta #okkotsu yuuta #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #hc #au #jjk 0 #i didnt proofread this so apologies in advance if some parts are weird !#will reread later and maybe edit a little hehe #just realized i wrote this whole thing in NOT LOWERCASE.....inchresting....what happened

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leviathanswingman · 1 day

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fighting for my life trying to focus on my writing rn

#i just gotta proofread and edit a bit brain do the thing please

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eldritch-something-or-other · 2 years

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Hello! Remember how I said I'd make more TF2 AUs than the Monster AU? well here's my

TF2 Kids AU

General Info: The whole thing takes place in one neighborhood where everyone lives. Most of the kids that aren't American (or come from a specific place in America) typically moved from there to the neighborhood. I wanted scout and spy to still be related in some way so they're half brothers. how scout doesn't know of this and spy does is because spy only lives with his dad (likely his mother died tragically) and his dad and scouts ma had a thing for a bit, long enough to have scout, then they divorced and while scouts ma has moved on spy's dad just hasn't shut up about it to spy since. its like the comics in that Miss Pauling is collecting each of the mercs but in this case its for the first time

Miss Pauling: so first of all Miss Pauling is the main character for the most part (like in the actual comics) the reason she goes by Miss Pauling is that there were multiple other girls with her name, so her teachers just called her Miss Pauling and it stuck she's Helen's kid. (I was thinking of making admin a kid too, but she works better as a sort of 50 year old mom with a powerful job) the whole mission of Pauling collecting the kids is framed as some grand shady mission given by Helen but in reality it was just her weird convoluted plot to get miss p more friends At the beginning really her only friend is scout

Scout: he's, of course, the youngest of seven other brothers. they dont hate him but they aren't exactly his friend he's friends with Miss Pauling cause he saw her one day (either he or she just moved into town) and he thought she was soo pretty and just started talking to her, only to realize he also liked her as a friend when they first met he just couldn't pronounce her name. 'Pauline? Pooling? Puh-lin?' and eventually she just sighed really heavy and just went 'just call me miss p' and he was just like 'ok!' honestly just shit at pronouncing ANYONES name he doesn't really have any friends other than Miss Pauling He's the type of kid to go up to any adult he considers cool and go 'hey look how fast I can run' and then dash away from them as quickly as possible

Spy: spy is living with his dad who honestly kinda sucks but in like a funny way. like he'd suck to actually be around but funny to read about spy's first name is Francis and he absolutely HATES it because of Francis The Talking France and, because he's French, thats literally the first thing almost anyone says when they hear his name, so he'd very much rather people call him spy. he got the nickname spy cause he's like a creepy kid that watches people in the bushes and other places. he also pickpockets and lies but he mainly does those to adults. he's also got a knife collection that he will infodump/mansplain to anyone he can find about. he's this kid who you expect to be super mega rich and then you get to his house and its like oh. dude the lights dont even turn on. theres like two things in the fridge. its like the most ramshackled house. how the hell does he look like a butler (the answer: Thievery) His meeting starts with the team wondering like oh god where could he be he could be anywhere and then engie's like 'have. have y'all considered just going to his house and knocking on the door' and they're all like '..................................no' so they go to do that and spy stops them just before they can knock and he has somehow got in front of them and he's like 'ohohoho. you dont have to do that.' partly for him to be all mysterious and intimidating and partly because he doesn't want em to see his cringe house, so after they converse for awhile he joins.

Soldier: He was like. raised by five military men/veterans which is why he's Like That at the age of like 10 (he also got that nickname for Obvious Reasons) he probably visits Merasmus (who is still totally a wizard in this) a lot and Merasmus has less of a 'shittiest roommate ever' opinion of him and more of a 'older/adult sibling annoyed by loud child who refuses to leave' opinion of him i feel like the team meets him at Merasmus's place (where demo is also there, cleaning his castle) and miss p is like 'heyyy soldier. i need you for. um. a mission.' and he's like 'A MISSION? I WILL JOIN YOU!' and she asks demo whos like 'hold on hold on ive got to finish cleaning this wizards castle' and the teams like 'well maybe we could help' and Merasmus is like hm ok that would be nice and soldiers like 'I WILL HELP :]' and merasmus is like 'nO YOU WILL NOT HELP' and sollys like 'I WILL NOT HELP :]' cause hes like 11 so the team (minus soldier, who is standing outside patiently) help demo clean the whole castle and set off to find the next merc

Demoman: so demo is like this like 10-12 year old kid with like. three to four jobs cause his mum said he needed em (one job is cleaning merasmus's castle and generally helping with housework) he got the nickname from him trying to explain that both his mom and dad were demomen and like the next time that kid/group of kids saw him they were like 'hey its that demo guy!' so the nickname is usually reserved for like people who dont know him well or people who dont know how to/refuse to pronounce 'tavish' i already told you how they meet him so heres a bit more about him he skips classes somewhat often and his teacher assume hes just being lazy or delinquent but its actually because he has like. four jobs he lost his eye from merasmus's book but he begged merasmus to let him keep working for them saying that he'd start actually following the rules and that he really needed the job and merasmus was eventually like ok FINE.

Engineer: so Engie is like the whole gifted kid thing, but hes also very kind (and has talked several bullies down successfully) the reason hes called engineer is because he's won several school awards for his little (genuinely functional) contraptions and the majority of them were engineering competitions Miss Pauling meets him in his yard working on god knows what, with his dad (Fred, the team fortress classic engineer) reading a news paper on the porch she basically just asks him if he'll come with her for this mission that her mom set her up on and he's just like "yeah sure hold on let me ask my dad- HEY DAD. CAN I HANGOUT WITH THIS RANDOM GIRL WHO SAID HER MOM NEEDS ME FOR A MISSION?" and his dad just takes one look at her then goes back to his newspaper and yells back 'YEAH SURE SON'

Heavy: heavy is gotten just/a bit before medic cause he's medics closest/only friend and the other kids are afraid of the 'doctor' he got the nickname heavy cause well. kids are cruel sometimes he lives with his mother and three sisters, he's quite a bit more reluctant to join as both a. half the team is annoying and b. he has no goddamn idea who these kids are nor what their intentions are. engie is probably the one to convince him both by using his relationship with medic as leverage and because he's like the only one there that is actually good at talking to people. once he's with them for a bit he's like 'hey this isn't as bad as i thought it'd be' although he does still think soldier and scout are annoying as hell. once they get medic he's like 'hey this might actually be a good fun friend group'

Sniper: He and Miss Pauling were set up in like one of those partner project things cause nobody wanted to be with either of them so they just got stuck together sniper came up with that name himself. he was like "call me... sniper" and then everyone's like 'whatever you say mick' their interaction goes like. as awkwardly as possible. neither of them have any social skills she's just like 'hey um. hey sniper? can you not throw rocks at us i wanna talk' and he's silent for a second and soldier butts in like 'IF YOU THROW ROCKS AT ME I WILL BE PREPARED! I HAVE A HELMET.' only to be knocked over by a stone to the noggin and snipers like in his tree house like 'sorry sorry but he totally was asking for it ' and miss p's like 'no no he really was but um. can you come here my mom said she needed me to get you for a mission' and etc etc sniper joined the party

Medic: He's just as medically experimental and morally bankrupt as he is in adulthood but he doesn't really have any human subjects. he's got like several stitched together hybrid animals that are somehow still alive and now his pets. I can't decide if his parents being too afraid to stop him or them being just as morally bankrupt and extremely supportive would be funnier he got the nickname. well from being generally a mad doctor (Misha specifically calls him doktor as apposed to medic) but there was a specific instance where he stole the majority of the schools medical supplies for his experiments all of the kids, minus like. Misha, dell and soldier were fucking terrified of him before meeting him. he's still scary, but now they know he can be just as chatty as scout at times i think it'd be funny if like they met his scared parents and they were like 'you... you want to see him?' and they're like 'um. yeah' so they go like allllll the way (i'm imagining the house is super tall with like a mad scientist area (medics room) at/near the top) to his room and then the door like creeks and he's all shadowed then he swivels around in his chair and he's just all like 'oh hallo!! :] it is SO next to have guests :3 it gets lonely sometimes :/ who are you btw' and they're all like '. this Cannot be the right guy' and then it is

Pyro: They're this kid living in this house that was abandoned after at least half of it burnt down, presumably killing the family living in it. its in this secluded area of town that no one really goes to, so no one can really see that the windows are boarded up from the inside and there's lights inside the building. pyro got the nickname from. well they're a kid living in a burnt building people are gonna assume they burnt the building i have this whole idea of like miss p walking with the rest of the team like 'Helen said that we should be careful with this one' and they get spy to sneak around the house seeing all these strange things like colorful scribbles on almost every wall, straight up weapons lying around, an entire pile of empty jerry cans in the garage, the fridge half full of rotten food with the sink filled to the brim with dirty dishes, scratches and burns on many walls, the entire place generally being in disrepair. i like to think the first time they encounter pyro, only seeing them from behind one of ems just like 'oh huh the place they live in is weird but who'd be afraid of that' cause like they've got like that unicorn onsie on or somethin similar and then they turn around (still not noticing the team) and they've got that full on gasmask that was clearly made for an adult and they're just like "Oh. Okay" they're all like stumped on how to get them to join until someone (probably engie or admin if they call her for help) is like 'all the food was rotten right? maybe get them something to eat? cause like theres no way they're eating well unless they've got like a hidden fridge somewhere' and so they get like a homemade lunch in like. a ballonicorn lunchbox for them and they tear up from the generosity but Shenanigans happen that makes the other mercs chase em eventually it leads the mercs to the attic and the mercs fall for the classic bucket above the door trick but alas! the bucket is full of gasoline and pyro's got a flamethrower! so engie and a couple others like Miss Pauling and Demo have to talk em down and get em to join the friend group and it works out in the end cause im not writing a group of children getting set on fire

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!

#tf2 #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #i wonder if you can tell which ones my favorite just based on paragraph length #i would do more proofreading but like. ive had this in my drafts for so long its gotta be posted #kid fortress #tf2 kids au #i WILL be making more aus soon (posting time unsure)#also apologies for the wall of text in like. Every tag #ive thought about these guys far too much #my art

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tardis--dreams · 3 months

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Got my employment contract and it sounds so annoying already

#im selling my body and soul to serve the company #for minimum wage #and there's some really sloppy mistakes in there too #they didn't even get the paragraphs in order #they go 9 10 11 12 11 14 #get it together #and one paragraph just says 'the employee has to undergo an exam upon request' and while this is infuriating enough #someone didn't even proofread that sentence because it doesn't make any sense grammatically #and the beginning and the end of the sentence don't match #you'd either have to adjust the beginning or leave out a word in the end in order to make sense #and that's currently bothering me the most because wtf this is a legal document and you cannot even proofread it #if i make an mistake like this im sure id get some very angry feedback #also decided that i don't want the job badly enough to undergo anything i deem unnecessary #im sure it's nothing dramatic but if they wanna do something i don't want ill accept getting fired lol #also gotta inquire about whether it's okay for me to have another mini job in April and May or if they're against it #('the employee has to dedicate their entire work performance to the company and has to get permission to have any #other paid or unpaid (!) commitments including volunteer work')#(what. should i also ask whether i can function as a 'buddy' for international students since it's a commitment and not technically #free time?? (i understand the not having other paid jobs part but UNPAID stuff? like it's any of their business. killing them honestly)#anyway #i'll shut up now #(my mother has been feeling sick and last year this also ended up in Me throwing up for 3 days straight #and guess what #i can see how tonight is gonna go ♡ i will be complaining ♡ (not me literally wishing for something like this when i had my #little ed relapse recently. im sorry body. i take it back. this sucks so bad i do not actually want it)#vois screams

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pand1on · 11 months

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What's your ideal Shadow characterization wise?

warning I am extremely bad at putting my thoughts into words and also this is a very normal and average take but I will try.

my ideal shadow characterization is a balance between the whole edgy rudeboy thing he has going now and the emotional sadboy of archie.

shadow doesn't feel like shadow if he's not kinda rude and mean on accident (or on purpose). which I think can be the issue in a lot of fan characterizations? when he's just kind of nice and/or sad and always makes appealing decisions it's like. who is that. he's gotta be blunt and making bad decisions for the sake of whatever goal he has in mind to feel like himself.

then the opposite side of it is that I personally find him more appealing when he has a softer side and his own little interests. pre-sgw sonic universe goes a bit overboard with it but I like how he tries to help people even though his communication skills aren't great and he's not great at convincing people of. anything really. the little bit about his bike in SU uhh...21 or 22 was adorable. he has a hobby!! the reason I don't completely love his portrayal there is just that he's a bit too soft and openly emotional, but I still like him a lot.

so. yeah. a little edgy guy who takes things too seriously and is mean on accident and cares about his friends and tries to do what he thinks he should be doing even if he makes really bad decisions along the way.

#SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #it's midnight and I can't bear to proofread this but here u go <3 #thank you for asking what I think about him I'm fully reentering my shadow era as we speak #I don't know how effectively I communicated this but #I just think he's bad when he's too edgy AND when he's too much of a sadboy #gotta strike a balance y'know #and it's critical that he makes weird or bad decisions doing what he thinks it's right #shadow being right about everything all the time is annoying and lame #he's a cringe loser and I like him #asks

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just-mya-writing · 1 year

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Me rn, watching the worm post doin numbers knowing full well I'mma gonna gotta do more

(art by me on my dying phone)

#i didn't expect anyone to look at it #i didn't even proofread it ajfjaugjskg #should i do more sp characters or just make one for each fandom ill write for...probably both #i was literally writing danganronpa fluff then just thought of worm #also of playing minecraft together but i had already written the beginning of worm and i wasn't stopping lol #if you're still reading this hi ily send in a request #i still gotta clean this blog up but the worm possessed me #also in the time it took to draw the doodle i watched it get like 30 likes so ty great job team #i wanna ask larry if he'd love me if i was a worm #ok ill stop talking to myself now gn #my art

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moghedien · 2 years

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The Greta analysis has now officially beat the word count of the other two analysis I did and…I might be halfway done? Not really sure

#regardless I’m gonna have to like really edit/proofread this after the fact #and I gotta fact check more and all that jazz #like it’s coming but like #at what cost #it’ll probably be out by this weekend but I make no promises because I do have a fucking job lmao #and also just like things I have to do to live

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snapvalentine · 1 year

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A very small trip through a very mean man’s life

WOW this went on for a while!!

What started as a quick rundown of Val’s backstory quickly turned into essentially a mini-fic summarizing Val’s story (up until endgame stuff).

I’ve had a few people curious about Val’s whole dealio, so here you are!! I appreciate anyone who reads this whole thing bc MAN is it a lot lmao!!

Originally, Val is from Unova and was supposed to be the protag for Black/White and Black/White 2, kind of a mash up of the two plots and settings. Keyword being WAS supposed to be the protagonist, though, as this is a sort of alternate universe where instead of Hilda becoming the big damn hero, it’s Hilbert, leaving his childhood friend Hilda, or Val in this case, in the dust.

Val and Hilbert were absolutely inseparable through grade school, all the way up until Ethan decides to leave his hometown to try and become Unova’s next champion.

And that act ate Val alive. Because not long after Hilbert sets out on his quest to become champion, word from him quickly dwindles. It’s only years after separating that Val finds Hilbert not only having become Unova’s latest champion like he dreamed, the youngest in history in fact, but he defeated Team Plasma in the process? Gained favor and friendship with legendary dragons? Got to travel the world and meet other powerful trainers and champions? Meanwhile, after moving out to Driftveil alone in his late teens, Val was stuck barely scraping up enough rent every month. Needless to say, Val felt bitter And lonely.

And maybe he wasn’t necessarily bitter at Hilbert himself anymore. They were both like 14 when they parted, and Val at least grew enough to chalk up his initial anger to general teenage angst. But the feeling still lingered. That should’ve been HIM getting to travel with his team of super-powered best friends and meeting celebrities and sailing out to Paldea to visit the Great Crater or whatever, because boy was there suddenly some buzz around That place for some reason.

See, Val had always struggled figuring out what he wanted in life. Where he was meant to go. There wasn’t a whole lot he was good at. At least, not a whole lot HE thought he was good at.

He couldn’t really hold down a job. He pushed away a lot of potential friendships and opportunities out of some weird form of spite. He wasn’t a Bad guy. Just a big jerk.

The past year or so, he spent most of his days getting cash from unofficial (see: slightly illegal) pokemon battles in back alleys and the less tourist-y streets of Driftveil (and Nimbasa, when he had the spare cash to ride down there). He started with a modest team: a shiny Hypno named Vim (that Val now considers his ACTUAL childhood friend. lmao.) and a Drilbur he got in a trade, that he nicknamed Valor. But with time and steady practice, his team grew from two to three to five, eventually even a full six. He grew more confident taking on gyms, taking what little cash and chances he got to travel, slowly accumulating a few badges for himself over the years. Just barely six along with an attempt at the Battle Subway once (which uh. Went really badly not good when he got to the Subway Masters themselves, both in terms of the fight’s results and Val’s subsequent handling of said results).

Mind you, despite his team growing stronger and stronger, he wasn’t particularly Good at battling or strategy, wasn’t particularly good at directing a whole team all with wildly clashing personalities. But he loved his guys so much anyway, and they loved him back <3. They were practically his only sense of companionship as he neared the end of his 20’s. His own little dysfunctional family.

Still, even on his badge-collecting quest, Val wasn’t really sure Why he was doing it all. Was it to be champion too? To get the same sense of thrill in his life Hilbert probably got? He wasn’t even sure he Wanted to be champion. And Lenora kept urging him to try his hand at applying to be a gym leader. She was sure he had the capabilities with enough practice, if he only chilled out a bit. But no, gym leader didn’t feel like Enough. He certainly didn’t want to just Settle, either, he was sure of it.

All these options seemed like they were opening up to him again, and yet none of them felt right. And it was in this perpetual confusion and quiet agonizing over his direction in life that something. Else. would find him. It would appear only as an undersized Aerodactyl skull on the soft sands of a small, hidden beach outside of Driftveil. It was something that would cause a spark to creep through Val’s skin, and quietly stuff it in his bag and hurry back home.

It was something that was not meant to exist. Something that caused Palkia to labor over spacial tears ad nauseam and Dialga to have to smooth out so many ripples in time, it lost count. It was something that was not meant to exist. It was not pokemon, but close to it. It was not legend or myth, but you would not be called a fool to regard it as one. It was something that repeatedly slipped through the cracks and layers and fabric of reality and it pulled back curtains to sights near incomprehensible and it was something that was Arceus’ and only Arceus’ deepest secret that He did not even let His own children know of and it was something that was not meant to exist.

Many throughout history would falsely assume Giratina was Arceus’ polar opposite and equal, but she was merely another of His children. Powerful, certainly, but a power He could douse if ever need be. Giratina was not Arceus’ equal. That title belonged to something Val would later affectionately nickname Missing Number, due to its bizarre absence from the pokedex. Missingno, for short.

Missingno promised Val power and infamy beyond anything Val could imagine. All paths would open up before him. He could have free pick to the story he wanted to be in, free pick to be the person he wanted to be. Val kept it his little secret between himself and his new friend, who was still literally just a skull, and did not talk or move, but Val knew nonetheless this is what it promised him and spoke right into his core. And Val knew it had the capability to do everything it told him.

But Arceus knew of Val’s secret little friend as well, and fearing a world He so lovingly crafted falling into chaos, and with little power to destroy the early creation He meant to discard, Arceus was left with no other choice to deal with this intrusion. Like Val separated from his friend as a kid, he would be separated from his new friend again. Flung back in time and space, as distant but as safe as Arceus could think, Val would wake up on the sands of Hisui, greeted by a frantic, frightened professor(?) and his defensive ace Vim. He has no memory of how he ended up here, but somewhere in his core again, he knew it was Arceus that sent him here. Why, he couldn’t tell you.

Laventon would offer Val a job with the Galaxy Team after witnessing his skills in battle with Vim. And Val would ultimately reject Laventon and Cyllene’s offer to join the security corp, and subsequently, was kicked out of Jubilife Village for refusing to get a job, essentially, lol.

At the very least, a local merchant didn’t think it was Quite that fair that this weird faller isn’t even allowed to get acclimated before being thrown out into the wilds. The merchant gave him a tent and a bedroll and some food, along with a little spending money to get some proper clothes and cover up. A strange guy, claimed they were ‘investing in the future’ or whatever, but they were nice. Val’s new Cyndaquil lost to the guy’s Togepi, and Vim wasn’t happy about everyone being so wary about her, but at least they had somewhere to start, Val supposed.

Val wasn’t particularly close with Volo at first (he learned that was what they called themself, apparently). Val set up his camp not far into the Obsidian Fieldlands, but he was woefully inexperienced in ‘roughing it’. And the merchant, Volo, visited on the regular to help. He just felt it was only right! Felt like if he just left Val to die, he’d have as much blood on his hands like. Well. Let’s not continue that comparison. :)

And by all means, Volo was not fully honest with Val either, at first. He wanted the stranger to be safe, of course! But he wanted information just as much, and he figured a quiet exchange of survival tips and supplies for knowledge was a very good trade, even if Val didn’t exactly know he was involved in one. And that was the beauty of it! Val didn’t have to know!

Granted, Val spit venom and vitriol at the merchant. A lot. Val didn’t trust a soul out here, but Volo could understand. They took way worse from Cogita, they could handle Val. They kept their distance just enough to keep Val comfortable and talking. Just enough to keep themself from getting attached.

Unfortunately for the both of them, Val was feeling a lot more emotional and, frankly, vulnerable out here than he’d like to admit. Even if he didn’t trust the merchant. Even if he was sure he was being used. It was nice to have company for once. Human company.

And Val would start to seek Volo out himself, much to the merchant’s dread. But Volo had to keep up appearances, didn’t they? To keep their secret exchange going? So they would camp together and share stories over firelight. Val had a love of horror movies and stories he read on the internet, and would recount tales of faceless men in the woods and cursed photos of grinning Arcanine. And Volo was, admittedly, very intrigued. Some stories were entertainingly ridiculous, but some had them utterly enraptured. Finding themself some nights begging Val to continue his stories after abruptly announcing he was going to bed. And Val looved Volo’s tales of myth and legend, stories gathered from Hisui and regions beyond. The way their face lit up at the prospect of someone actually being interested in their little history lessons.. It was cute. Admittedly.

And the two go from distant acquaintances, to friends, to accompanying each other constantly on deliveries and trips to ruins and sharing meals and beds with each other every other night.

Val and Volo would eventually pry at each other’s fears and pains and find they both shared a feeling of being lost in their own world. And Val would maybe let spill in a heat of emotion and tears that Arceus couldn’t even be bothered to tell him why he was sent here. That Val was expected to pick up the puzzle pieces on his own in a world out to kill him, with no sense of direction or why he was being punished (and Val was sure by this point it was a punishment. What else could it be?). And Volo’s guts would churn with a mix of anger and gloom. At yet another cast aside by God itself? Disappointing, Volo thought, but not at all surprising behavior from the Parasite-in-Chief. And Volo, with his ever present shut-eyed smile, would swallow his frustrations boiling up into his mouth and promise Val that they would find out just why Val was here, and how to get him back on the path he wanted.

Eventually, in their collective quest to find answers, they would get to gathering plates. Would attempt to speak with the lake spirits. Something, anything, to cure Val’s (and Volo’s) woes. More fallers from another world would appear. This time, two children. But these children were different from Val and the older man in the mountains Volo talked about. They had a shine in their eyes and an excitement in their chests that couldn’t be hidden. These children were here with a purpose, a mission. As Volo would correctly assume, a God-given one. And his stomach would churn again and his grin would nearly falter.

And later, Val, alone, would find a small, lavender skull among the seafoam of the coastlands. And Val was sure it was meant just for him. So he would shove it in his knapsack and keep his new friend for himself. And eventually, his new friend would become his old friend. A secret, old friend Volo had never even heard of. And wasn’t that the beauty of it? Volo didn’t have to know.

And Volo would see a bizarre shift in personality with his beloved. Not a bad one, certainly. Val would suddenly be so chipper and upbeat, so excited to move Volo’s plans along.

So so eager to stay up allll night to watch him sleep, as if Volo hadn’t been sleeping with one eye open those nights. But this was Val! This was his dearest friend! He knew Val better than anyone here. Not Vim, not Irida, not Ingo. Volo knew better than anyone. This was just Val getting himself back up on his feet, just a bit overeager. He was sure. This was Val.

He was sure this was Val.

He would continue try to ignore the chill that crept up his spine every time he glimpsed Val’s wide, unbroken grin. He would continue to sleep with one eye open.

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Tl;dr: local unovan is such a massive jerk and loser, he gets preyed upon by an actual eldritch abomination. Arceus says nope. Nuh-uh. No sir. And shoots him back in time where he invents the world’s first queerplatonic relationship with a merchant that wants to kick the holy spirit’s ass. Hilarity ensues when said eldritch abomination returns to posses said merchant’s girlboytoy and torment them for a laff.

Local merchant has spoken to reporters and claimed ‘Fine, I GUESS i’ll go through a redemption arc about it.’ in response.

Bonus things i did not get to mention bc i didnt know where to put it and this thing was getting so long already include:

-How Val and Vim met.

-Val frequently scaring Volo at the start of their relationship by just. Running off in the middle of the night sometimes in a homesickness-induced panic.

-Literally everyone keeps their eyes on Vim at all times, presumably bc, in the age of much Much more dangerous pokemon, Hypno are very like. Understandably feared, alongside those that choose to train them

-Val bonding closely w Irida and letting her air her grievances w being clan leader, and her kind of joining Val and Volo on their adventures sometimes.

-Val’s insane level of guilt over meeting an amnesiac Ingo who’s nothing but nice to him after all that shit in the Battle Subway went down..

Volo eventually introducing Val (and Irida, probably) to Giratina, among other spoilery endgame story things gkdgkj.

-Missingno just straight up like. Fusing personalities with Hisui!Val to the point where its very hard to tell if Val’s a completely innocent party anymore or if Missingno has just warped his grip on reality That Much. That shit sucks Ass for Volo a lot once Val starts doing some Really fucked up shit let me tell you :). (Let alone the weird body horror missingno puts him through like GOD.)

#ANYWAY i promise theres a happy ending to all this even if the bonus info implies otherwise dgjhdfkg #you gotta go thru hell before you get a redemption arc u know how it goes #if you read this whole thing ur a champ and im kissing your hand like they do to mob bosses in the movies #val jacred #volo #pokemon #trainersona #writing #wont tag the other characters since theyre just kind of mentioned offhandedly #but irida and ingo do play a lot bigger role in vals story than it comes off here fhdkgd #i barely proofread this but have at it

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