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lovebugism · 4 months

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“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” with a grumpy scrooge eddie!! maybe he and reader move into a new neighborhood with friendly neighbors who go all out for christmas and are always caroling? i can’t imagine the people of hawkins showing up at his door lol

ty for requesting :D — the metalhead freak gets stuck with a bunch of carolers and runs to his girl for comfort (established relationship, fluff, eddie "loves being babied" munson, 1.2k)

blurbcember ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Eddie moves to the nice side of Hawkins with you. Not the suburbs, exactly, but pretty damn close.

It’s a house with stairs and a sliding back door, both of which only existed in movies for a kid who grew up in a trailer park. The backyard is fenced in, too — big enough for a dog. A couple of them, even. And maybe a pool if his music career takes off. The realtor also told you that the school district is “to die for,” and even though that’s not really an issue right now, Eddie figures it’ll be important sometime soon.

These are all things you’re supposed to care about when you’re settling down with someone you can see a future with. Eddie thinks so, at least. He can see himself getting old with you, in this house and on that front porch. He’ll be holding your hand on your afternoon walks until both of yours are spotted and wrinkly.

The only bad thing about life (halfway) in the suburbs is running into all the assholes he used to know in high school. Vicki Carmichael was walking her too-expensive dog yesterday morning, and the afternoon before that, Tina Burton had the whole cul-de-sac down the street shut down for her kid’s first birthday party. What the hell is a one-year-old even supposed to do with a bouncy house?

It’s totally trippy.

But Eddie’s been able to avoid them well enough. Or maybe everyone else is avoiding him. Either way, he’s grateful.

“No— where are you going?” you whine as Eddie slides open the glass door of the shower. You’re still getting used to being able to do this with him now that you’ve moved into the new place. The bathroom back at the trailer was barely big enough for one person, let alone two.

“I’m already done, and you’ve barely even started,” he answers, laughing at the dramatic desperation in your voice.

He steps onto the plush mat outside the tub and wraps a towel around his tattooed hips. Steam flows out, and the outside cold swoops in. It pricks your skin and makes you shiver. You duck under the faucet for warmth until he closes the door behind him.

“You’re gonna be in here forever, and I’m gonna get all pruney,” Eddie insists, right before shaking out his damp curls like a wet dog.

“You usually like it when I take my time,” you joke, laughing when it makes him silent.

Eddie’s brain gets all foggy at your words. Worse than the heavy steam filling up the bathroom. He’s contemplating whether or not to jump back into the shower with you — and really let you “take your time” — but a knock on the door throws a wrench in his plans.

“Can you get the door for me, honey?” you ask just to tease him, ‘cause you know he’s milliseconds away from pressing you against the shower wall.

He listens to you, because he always listens to you, and then ultimately decides he never will again.

Eddie leaves the warmth of the bathroom, shoves on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that do little to protect him from the bitter cold outside, and finds a number of familiar faces standing on his porch.

It’s an entire crowd of people who used to bully him in high school — plus a bunch of snotty private school kids — all dressed up in the most horrendous, white-bread Christmas outfits the world has ever seen.

“Oh, shit…” Eddie mumbles under his breath, the evidence of his words leaving in a thin white cloud. He hadn’t even meant to say them out loud. They just sorta spilled out in the moment. Honestly, he thinks he might be dreaming.

The town’s resident metalhead is forced to sit through a botched rendition of Deck the Halls and Holy Night. And since you’re still in the shower, you can’t even swoop in to save him from it all. He just suffers through the half-out-of-tune caroling while his drying hair frizzes, a wavering smile of confusion stagnant on his face.

When they’re finally gone, Eddie shuts the door with a chest-deflating sigh. He isn’t totally sure he’s taken a single breath since he opened the damn thing.

“Who was that?” you call from the top of the stairs, a fuzzy towel clutched to your chest. The warm scent of your body wash flows from the opened bathroom door and down the steps.

Eddie turns to look up at you from the bottom of them. He feels so suddenly drained. Like he just ran a marathon or pulled an all-nighter — something utterly exhausting that’s taken a piece of his soul. Maybe it’s dramatic, but he feels a little like his suffering has stripped ten years off his life.

“Remind me again why we can’t kill the carolers?” he jokes as he trudges up the stairs, the railing of them lined with glowing garlands.

“Those were carolers?” you gape, eyes wide and brows raised to your hairline.

Answering the door isn’t really Eddie’s thing. Conversations with strangers at the door aren’t really his thing, either. You think he might’ve just lived through one of his greatest fears.

“Yeah,” he scoffs, laughing through an exhausted sigh. He walks to your shared bedroom and flops on the center of the bed. A heavy sigh falls from his lips like he just got done working a twelve-hour shift.

You’d laugh at his dramatics if you thought they were anything but totally real. So instead, you sit gingerly beside him, careful to keep your towel from falling, and try to comfort him without giggling.

“Shit, babe. I’m sorry,” you mutter, rubbing a palm up and down the length of his back. You’re grateful he can’t see your smile from this angle, lest he think you aren’t taking this seriously.

“Oh, don’t be,” he tells you, muffled into his pillow. Sarcasm drips from his honeyed lips like venom. “It was tons of fun seeing Jason fucking Carver on our doorstep.”

“Jason was out there?” you gape, a little louder than you mean to. Your shock is palpable.

Eddie huffs and turns onto his back. “Yeah— did you know he has a kid now?”

“What?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods with a small smirk. The life returns to the chocolate of his eyes now that he can gossip. “She was a really cute baby, you know, considering. The odds weren’t really in her favor there.”

You tilt your cheek to your shoulder and cup his jaw with a warm hand. Your thumb rubs gently over the flushed apple of it, tinted cold from the outside weather. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you,” you tell him, half playful but with a sincere glimmer in your eye.

“No, it’s okay,” he says with a shake of his head. “I’m glad you weren’t there to see that.”

You can’t tell if Eddie knows you’re teasing him or not. Or if he’s joking about the whole thing ‘cause it’s over now. Your boy’s too hard to read for his own good. You decide to keep pitying him anyway. His love language is basically being babied.

“Want me to make you some hot chocolate?”

He nods, a small pout jutting out his rosy lips. “With the mini marshmallows, please?” he mumbles.

You bend at the waist to plant a kiss on his forehead. “Whatever you want, babe,” you promise in a gentle murmur.

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble #event: blurbcember

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genshrineimpact · 2 years

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Today's brainrot (possibly one of two or more)

You are an adventurer who is stationed in liyue

You saw and explored all of liyue, discovering various ruins and artefacts. During one of your adventures you stumbled upon a giant nest in a cave. There were multiple shattered egg shells, or at least what looked like ones, but they have been there for at least a month, abandoned. But among some rocks, slightly away, you find a weird, round rock, that was brown and smooth with some golden markings on the surface.you thought tht it was a rock, until you heard some chirps coming from it.

After some internal debate, you think that whatever this creature was, it's parents didn't exactly care about it and took it home.

You placed it in some warm nest made with cloth and blankets, washed its surface and checked on it few times a day. After a few days, you invited traveler for some lunch at your home in liyue harbor (let's say you helped them during liyue archon quest and became friends). They had this elegant man tagging along and you didn't mind. You knew zhongli as a furneal parlor consultant and briefly met him earlier, but that was it.

Cue Zhongli being weirdly skirmish around your house, like he was looking for something.

Then you decided to show the egg to the traveler and his companion, talking about how you didn't know what was that, but it seemed alive so you took it in. Then you looked at them, and traveler had weird, shocked look on their face and Zhongli, well...

I leave the reaction up to you lol

luke back at it again with the brainrot everyone say thank you luke for the meal 🍽

i am combining these two into one because i can hope you don’t mind ehhehe also snakes are so cute awww look at that tiny lil face i wanna boop that lil snoot <3 who's a good snakey snakey??? yes you are!!! <3

zhongli can feel it, the energy of a fellow mythical beast, and so that’s why he’s so antsy, looking around the vicinity like an animal who smelled a nearby predator and is trying to locate it. their presence is unwelcome in the city - in what used to be his city.

when you show them the egg, zhongli is tempted to yank it off you and fling it away towards the mountains because a xiushe definitely does not belong in a human abode. mildly concerned for your safety, he tells you that it’s a beast that can grow into an extremely massive size, said to be able to even swallow a primo geovishap whole. and he tells you that he will gladly relieve it from your hand.

now, obviously, you don’t know zhongli well enough yet, and even though you’ve heard of people singing praises to him, you’ve gotten a little attached to the egg, so you’re reluctant to part with it. i mean, sure, a funeral parlor consultant’s knowledge must be pretty extensive, but does he really know what he’s talking about in this case? you’ve heard about him being broke and having to borrow people’s money - what if he just wants to take the egg and sell it for some mora??

but then the traveler who is your friend also nods along and tries to convince you to let go of the egg, saying something about how it didn’t feel “right” and that you can trust zhongli, because he definitely knows what he’s talking about…. so with a pout, you pat the egg one last time and tries to hand it over to zhongli.

- the thing is, when you were about to do this, it starts to crack along the golden markings. you freak out because you thought you damaged the egg from your pats. zhongli and traveler internally freak out because “oh shit it’s hatching are we too late oh crap oh fu-”.

a golden-colored snake head pops out from the top, a pair of unnaturally tiny horns jutting right above its big beady red eyes, which were intensely staring right at you. a familiar sounding chirp cuts the tense silence.

it’s…. very adorable.

safe to say that you decided to keep the little one despite the two people’s insistence for you not to. zhongli tells you a xiushe is most definitely not a pet, but how can you believe him when the little thing keeps bumping onto your hand gently, asking for head pats? in the end, you tell him that if he’s that worried, he’s more than welcome to check in with you every now and then, to make sure everything is fine and dandy and the beast hasn’t swallowed you whole or something.

... which is the beginning of how you and zhongli started spending more time together. xiuxiu is always with you (truly, you possess a superb naming sense) third-wheeling much to zhongli’s displeasure. both of you slowly realize that you’re enjoying each other’s company very much, and your relationship develops further in a slow-burn, feels-steady-move-slow kind of way; from mere acquaintances of a friend to actual friends to best friends to dating-but-not-really to finally-dating to unofficially-married.

and throughout it all, zhongli absolutely adores you, he really does….. he just wishes you would stop bringing the snake beast on your dates.

the irritating reptile clearly knows of his draconic ancestry and has a personal vendetta against him. whenever he's around you, the lesser reptile makes it its job to rile him up. always wrapping itself around your body in some way or another, hissing whenever he gets too close- he swears he saw it smiling, perched smugly on top of your head when you tell him that you have to get home because it’s feeding time for your cute xiuxiu.

zhongli’s seen the snake wandering out in the fields and swallowing a whole darn hilichurl. he really thinks it can feed itself just fine.

“are you sure that’s xiuxiu? maybe you mistook it for a snake monster? i mean, look, ‘li! he’s so tiny! how can he eat a whole hilichurl, aren’t they the size of human children?”

he’s been waiting for the right time to tell you about his past, but at these times he’s so tempted to just blurt it out. maybe even transform into his dragon form, so you’ll finally believe him when he says your cute little xiuxiu’s actual body has now enabled it to eat an adult human being if it so wishes.

well, at least he sleeps better at night knowing you’re safe cuddling with your clingy snake child… though he wishes it was him you’re cuddling instead... (literally the "Ah Yes. Me. My s/o. And Their Sentient Reptilian Mythical Beast" meme sldfjlsjdfk)

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #rin writes #rin answers

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mermaidchan05 · 3 days

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Vesuvia Weekly: How it Started, How it's Going

Additional entry for the "things that changed" prompt because I will take any chance to dump OC lore on everyone and that is a threat lol

(Slight content warning for very vague mentions of abuse)

Chimalus and Nadia

How it Started

Chimalus and Nadia actually met briefly when they were children.

Chimalus, though a far cry from royalty, was the firstborn of a small but wealthy noble family.

Their father was the type to always find a way to hobnob with those in higher power. If he wasn’t throwing a party himself, he was attending someone else’s fancy gathering… and dragging his child along with him.

Chimalus and Nadia both decided to escape a fancy event at the Prakran palace at the exact same time.

And so the two of them wound up accidentally enjoying a moment on their own private balcony.

It was awkward at first, but Nadia was eager to have someone listen to her talk about anything other than the endless fancy-party small talk, and Chimalus was only too happy to listen.

The two of them could just be kids, and it was a beautiful moment for them both.

Sadly, both of their lives fell through many, many dark twists and turns after that party.

And yet, somehow, those twisting paths led them both to Vesuvia.

How it's Going

Chimalus’ life was actually better after waking up in the life of a (relatively) ordinary shopkeep instead of the first in line for head of a noble house.

Their father was the picture of corrupt nobility, obsessed with power in any form over all else... including the welfare and wellbeing of his child.

He actively caused a lot of harm.

But now Chimalus has been given the chance to leave all of that behind.

Learning to be a person again with Asra meant that they actually had someone who encouraged them, who helped them find and pursue their own interests, and actually showed physical affection.

This was one of the biggest things that Chimalus was able to share with Nadia when the two of them finally met again.

Without even realizing it, they did exactly the same thing they had done during that party: they treated her like a person instead of a Countess or Princess.

Now Nadia and Chimalus take on everything together, from the biggest problems in the city to the much lower-stakes but equally challenging book club debates.

Perhaps someday one or the other will remember the moment that started it all.

But either way, in each other they found what they had both longed for as long as they could remember: being together as equals.

Meleia and Asra

How it Started

Meleia had always been an outcast. Even before she moved to Vesuvia.

Living and working with her aunt only made things more difficult.

Meleia came from a very distant place, somewhere literally off the map, and she was forbidden from talking about her past.

Between that, and her foreign magic utterly clashing with her aunt’s magical style, and her general lack of knowledge about Vesuvian culture, she felt trapped and alone.

And then she met Asra.

Asra happened to be in the right place at the right time to help her out of a sticky situation in the market just before the whole “stuck in the same spot during Nadia’s procession” thing happened.

They found kinship in each other, a pair of outcasts with magic they weren’t entirely sure what to do with.

But what had really amazed Meleia about Asra at the time was his willingness to actually help her out. To listen to her.

Even though the fleeting moments at the annual Masquerade were the only times they were “allowed” to run into each other, there was such a sense of hope and relief when they were together.

Her life significantly improved when her aunt eventually moved out of the shop, which let Asra visit much more often.

He helped her learn how to control her magic better.

But their relationship, as much as it was built on trust and sharing their mutual curiosities, was always veiled underneath secrets.

Meleia couldn’t talk about her past. Asra didn’t want to burden her with his.

And Meleia couldn’t explain-- not because she wasn’t allowed to, simply because she didn’t know-- why she never quite managed to control her magic.

Still, it was wonderful to have Asra by her side… until the night of that fateful argument.

How it's Going

It was tough at first, after waking up.

Meleia always felt a little guilty that Asra was so often the one taking care of her, and she longed to take care of him in return.

But now things are better in nearly every way.

Finally, finally, the two of them are exactly where they need to be.

Meleia has someone she can truly be herself around.

Asra has someone both to support him and to help him soldier through the more difficult choices and parts of life without slipping away.

The two of them have a deep understanding and trust of each other. Misfits have to stick together, right?

There are no secrets between them anymore, and ever since Meleia discovered the truth behind her resurrection and her new body, Asra has been more determined than ever to help her reclaim her past.

In all honesty, her new body helps a lot with magical control: one thing they did find out was that Meleia’s parents were both incredibly powerful magicians with two very different styles, leaving her with almost too much power for one person to handle alone. Having the borrowed body of an Arcana grants her the strength she needs.

The rest of her life remains a mystery… so far.

But whether they uncover it or not, Meleia and Asra will always, always have each other. And their friends. And Meleia found her familiar. And Asra found his parents.

They both have a family now, both with each other and beyond. And Meleia finally has a place-- and a person-- to call home.

#vesuvia weekly #things that changed #oc lore #oc info dump #arcana fan apprentice #fan apprentice #apprentice chimalus #apprentice meleia

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summerwritesfics · 6 months

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🌎Invite Accepted

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Bi-Han Length: 1674 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Neighbours AU, Teenager!Kuai Liang, Past Child Abuse, Party, Dogs, Bi-Han is kind of a petty bitch, Really he just has a crush on Hanzo and doesn’t know how to express it, Hanzo is just a concerned neighbour, Trauma recovery

Meanwhile In Another Universe Masterlist

Notes: Enjoy Bi-Han having a crush on Hanzo and only being able to express it in being a bitch, Hanzo just being concerned for the two brothers wellbeing, and Kuai falling head over heels in love with a dog again (if anyone remembers Akuma, you’ve either been reading my fics for a long time and have a good memory or you read that one recently lol).

Bi-han glared out the window, looking at the way the man next door was setting up for some kind of backyard party. Bi-Han hated him. He was the worst. Why? Well… You see…

He just was, okay?

Hanzo seemed all nice and polite on the surface, but he was so goddamn condescending. Not to mention, Bi-Han was certain it was him who had called CPS with concerns for Kuai Liang. That had caused a massive headache, and Bi-Han was thankful they’d managed to see Kuai was fine. That didn’t seem to stop Hanzo from being a busybody however. If he offered Bi-Han and Kuai Liang dinner one more time, he wasn’t going to hold back.

Hell, Hanzo had even invited them to this party, even though it looked like he really didn’t want to. Bi-Han was sure he’d only invited them to try and get Kuai alone and once more bring up the non-issue of if he was safe. Because Kuai was safe. At least, he was now. Now that he was here with Bi-Han and not with their father.

Kuai displayed clear signs of his trauma, but Bi-Han was getting that sorted. All Hanzo had to do was keep to himself. But could he do that? No! Because he was an asshole.

“So, are you just gonna stand there and stew in your weird hate crush, or are we gonna go to the party?” Kuai’s voice questioned, as Bi-Han felt the boy peer around him to look outside.

“You do know that our invite is just an excuse to try and pry into our lives again, right?” Bi-Han huffed, watching as Hanzo took a step back to admire his work. Prick. “And I do not have a crush on him.”

“Yeah, sure,” Kuai replied sarcastically. “But if we went, we’d get free food.”

That was a good point, but also how many times had Bi-Han turned down free food from Hanzo? Why should he start accepting it now?

“Please Bi-Han,” Kuai said in a slightly whiny tone, while pointing to one of the tables. “That cake looks amazing!”

To be fair, the cake did look amazing. It was covered in yellow buttercream and had sprinkles and chocolate bark on top.

“Alright, fine,” Bi-han relented, pushing away from the window sill. Kuai did a little jump of excitement, grabbing Bi-Han’s arm to drag him through the house. “But if he even so much as tries to begin nosing into our business again, we are out of there.”

“Uh huh,” Kuai replied absentmindedly, clearly focused on his mission to eat cake. Well, Bi-Han supposed that if he was so hyperfocused on the cake it’d probably stop him from divulging too much to Hanzo.

It wasn’t long until Bi-Han had been dragged from their home and was at the gate leading into Hanzo’s garden. As they walked in, Hanzo poked his head around to see who was coming. His eyes widened when he saw the duo walk in, clearly surprised his invite had been accepted for once.

“Hi Mr. Hasashi,” Kuai exclaimed with a bright smile and a wave.

“Good afternoon, Kuai Liang,” Hanzo greeted back softly, before his eyes flicked to Kuai’s side. “Bi-Han.”

“Hanzo,” Bi-Han parroted back, and Kuai finally let go of his arm.

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t exactly expect my invite to be accepted,” Hanzo admitted, his tone was strange and Bi-Han couldn’t put his finger on what exactly Hanzo meant by that.

“If it’s a problem we’re here, we can leave,” Bi-Han offered, hoping Hanzo would take it so he had a proper excuse to leave. He felt guilty when Kuai gave him a hurt look.

“No, no that isn’t what I meant,” Hanzo quickly assured him, waving his hands in front of him slightly. “Forgive me, of course you are both welcome here.”

Hanzo stepped aside slightly to let them both enter the garden properly. Hanzo’s dog, Akuma, a black shepherd, was sitting on his porch, and picked his head up when he noticed the two guests in the garden. Seconds later, he was up on his feet and practically bounding up to Kuai Liang. Of course, Kuai was smitten by the dog and immediately lost interest in both Bi-Han and Hanzo in favour of him.

“So, what really made you decide to come?” Hanzo asked, low enough that Kuai wouldn’t hear. “Because I get the distinct impression you do not exactly like me.”

“Whatever gave that away,” Bi-Han muttered under his breath, ignoring the dirty look Hanzo shot him in favour of watching his brother. Kuai looked so happy, getting Akuma to perform various tricks like paw. Bi-Han was still searching for the perfect canine companion for Kuai, so it was nice when Kuai could get his dog fix elsewhere for the time being. “We’re here because Kuai Liang wants cake.”

Hanzo actually laughed at that, “that does sound about right for a teenager.”

Bi-Han hesitated, before deciding Kuai was sufficiently distracted, and said “Look, I don’t know what you think is happening with us but-“

“I am merely concerned for your brother’s wellbeing,” Hanzo said, getting briefly distracted when Akuma began to lick Kuai’s face. “I’m a teacher, I’ve worked with kids long enough to be able to notice when they’re showing signs of abuse.”

Bi-Han flinched at that word. He still felt guilty that he didn’t see what was happening until it was almost too late. Coming home from college to find Kuai on the verge of death. Rushing him to the hospital where he was told it was unlikely that Kuai would pull through. The fact he had was a miracle, and not one Bi-Han took lightly. He made a vow that nothing like this would happen to Kuai ever again. Sometimes he wasn’t sure he was doing the right things for Kuai, no matter how much therapists and social services told him he was doing well.

“He’s healing,” Bi-han whispered, not sure if Hanzo would believe him. “I can’t say I always do the right thing, but I am trying to and he is getting better. You didn’t see him this time last year, you’d think he was two completely different teenagers.” Hanzo’s face was blank, but weirdly, Bi-Han got the feeling Hanzo thought he was telling the truth. “Just, know he is safe with me, and those signs he’s showing are a result of his past, not his present.”

“If there is anything I can do to help, just say,” Hanzo replied with a sigh. “Your brother is a sweet kid, I’d hate to just stand by and watch when there’s something I could do to help.”

“Hm, well I suppose there is something.” Bi-Han watched as Akuma ran off for a few seconds, before returning with a ball and placing it at Kuai’s feet. Aw, cute. “Do you have any advice for getting a dog?” Hanzo looked at him like he was mad or at the very least making a mockery of Hanzo’s offer. “His therapist suggested getting one, sort of an emotional support animal. I just have no idea where to start looking.”

Hanzo blinked a few times, realising the question was both real and completely valid.

“Well, any dog can be an emotional support dog,” Hanzo began, rubbing the back of his head. “You just need to have the right training.” His head jerked upwards like he’d had a sudden thought. “Actually, a friend of mine who’ll be attending the party does dog training. Her name’s Sonya, if you like I can introduce you and she might be able to help you out.”

“That’d be… Excellent,” Bi-Han admitted. He really wanted to get Kuai a dog, but he definitely had no idea where to start with even basic training. Sonya may be just what he needed. “Um. Thank you,” he awkwardly added onto the end. “Look I know I’ve been an asshole but-“

“You were just looking out for Kuai Liang.” Hanzo shook his head. “If he’s been through something traumatic, it is only natural that you would be protective of him.” He gave a defeated sigh. “I should also have just talked to you, rather than assuming I knew what was going on.”

“Let’s agree we both probably should have handled this situation better.” Bi-Han wasn’t sure he trusted Hanzo completely, but he supposed as long as he continued to be good to Kuai, that was all that mattered.

“Bi-Han!” Kuai was waving at him, Akuma sitting and watching him intently. “Look what I can do.” Kuai turned to the dog, and made a spinning motion with his hand. “Spin!” The dog stood up briefly, did a little turn on the spot before sitting down again. “Good boy!” He held out a treat for Akuma, who happily accepted it, as well as the head pats and cooing Kuai made over what a good dog he was.

“Looking good,” Bi-Han called over, and he had to smile. Seeing Kuai so happy, after everything they had gone through to get here. It just meant the world to him.

“He’ll definitely get on with Sonya,” Hanzo snorted, and Bi-Han saw the smile on his face too. Bi-han had to look away quickly, because since when was Hanzo that attractive? Oh no. Kuai might be right about the weird crush. “Every time she’s here she’s trying to get Akuma to do tricks.” Hanzo blinked a few times as if something occurred to him. “I just realised I never offered you a drink.”

“Ah, well I wouldn’t say no to one now,” Bi-Han replied, slightly alarmed by the flirtatious tone to his voice.

If Hanzo noticed, he thankfully didn’t say anything about it, as he gestured for Bi-Han to follow him while saying “come, let me show you what I have.”

Bi-Han took one last glance at Kuai Liang, the boy giggling hysterically at the way the dog was tilting his head left and right at him. He followed Hanzo, thinking to himself that maybe, just maybe, they’d get through all this after all.

#mortal kombat #bi han #noob saibot #scorpion #hanzo hasashi #bihanzo #🌎meanwhile in another universe

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andguesswhat · 1 year

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Hhm, I guess there's a reason why Timmy is an elf, an angel or a devil when I write xD This feels pretentious and intrusive. Way more than writing smut. Lol

So don’t mind my silly thoughts about vague possibilities that could be the other way around. But I couldn’t ignore the fact that Timmy keeps repeating the word `boring´ xD and `family/kids´ ;)

Thoughts on a random day in January.

Of course they teased him.

About his marriage, about being married.

About being a husband.

Married at 25, now 27, still young. None of his friends with partners would even come close to the idea of committing to someone for life.

But he had. It had felt right, still did. He had already been through everything with Armie, what else could happen that would change his mind? And yet, since then, not necessarily because of the marriage, but simply because of the circumstances, something had changed. The beginning of their relationship had been a hell of a roller coaster ride. As if it wasn't enough to deal with all his feelings and hormones as a young adult in such a blatant clash with a person he had fallen so deeply in love with, Timmy also had to deal with it as a public figure. Who wasn’t allowed to love this exact person that he loved so much. So while he still had to figure out for himself what it meant to love so badly, at the same time he had to hide it all in plain sight. Failed sometimes miserably. But had to try and try again because there was just no other choice.

And that was just the beginning. All the decisions that had to be made regarding this, all the shams he hated so much, all the organization just to be able to have a relationship like this at all. All the crap that had happened when they thought they had overcome the most difficult part.... It was getting quieter now. And often he wondered if it was getting boring, too. Sure, the wild love years were over. Nobody stays in love like this forever. And he would maintain, if he went by the study that examined the length of the infatuation phase and claimed that one can be in love for up to a maximum of three years, that they had gotten the most out of it. But he wouldn't even want to be so conceited to claim that it was necessarily because of them. All the obstacles, all the times being apart, it all led to them having a very very strong crush for a very very long time. Which at that time felt would last forever. And now? Was this phase over? Really over forever? Would it never be the same again? He was not sure.

And he wasn’t sure how much he would miss it. They had felt the daily routine of a long-term relationship before. He had caught himself long before wondering one morning if Armie couldn't have eaten a little less garlic and onions. Or maybe could have just brushed his teeth before he kissed him hungrily. But he was happy with Armie and the sex had been good, so why complain about random things like that? Still, they had these little fights, quite a few, now and then. For example, when Armie was quite often annoyed that Timmy listened to his rap music, too loud, and sometimes couldn't stand it because it just wasn't his music. And Timmy could get endlessly annoyed that Armie always bought way too much food, put it in the fridge until it molded so they always had to throw away way too much. Or how Armie got upset with him for leaving his stuff lying around everywhere in the house like he was a little kid. How Timmy had freaked out when Armie once lost in thought threw Archie's full poop bag on the counter instead of in the trash can. All that kind of stuff. But actually, it was exactly that that had made Timmy say `yes´ when Armie asked him to marry him. After all, what surer indication is there that you still want to be with someone until the end of time, even if sometimes you just can't stand each other? Often Timmy also had to realize that this not-bearing-it was simply unfair of him, because if he was annoyed that Armie in some situations sometimes just let his family do everything with him, and gave way too little back talk in regard to Liz and did not make it clear to her often enough what a danger she was for the children, then it was because his family was his family and Armie saw these back talks with Liz as just another danger to the kids. Liz. Timmy really tried to get along with everyone, but Liz... He hated her so abysmally. It was unprecedented. But he knew, of course, that Armie had no choice but to get along with her. Because of his kids. So how could Timmy be mad at him if he didn't keep telling her off, as he would like to do. And how unfair it would be of him to constantly rub Armie's nose in this hopeless situation. He admired Armie for that. For keeping quiet, for not taking his anger out on her. The one who was responsible for so much of his misery. It had to take a tremendous effort. Like in general everything that concerned Armie's situation. So much that Timmy sometimes wondered where Armie took all this strength from. Still not to give up, to make life worth living, to have fun with it, to be happy and to laugh. And that's why Timmy had to realize that their relationship wasn't always the center of attention. It wasn't all about them. At least not when there were other, more important things. So it happened that when Timmy came home after a long time of shooting and wanted nothing more than to see Armie, to hug him, to laugh happily with him, to kiss him, to end up in bed with him, Armie was happy to see him... but on a completely different level than he was. He had to accept that. And when Armie dragged him down with him into the maelstrom of frustration of the injustices they both couldn't do anything about, and Timmy's good mood completely evaporated, he had to accept that too. If Timmy tried to distract Armie, wanted Armie not to fret too much about a court date or whatever, but he couldn't get to him, couldn't manage to distract him, couldn’t change his train of thought, then he had to accept that. And he had to accept if Armie didn't tell him everything some days, didn't want to tell him everything. Because Armie wasn't doing it because he wanted to hide something from Timmy. But because at that moment, that was exactly what kept him from going crazy. So Timmy had to endure those situations where he would have liked to be there for Armie to help him, but Armie didn't want that.

He learned to be there despite not being wanted or needed. And he still did not want to be anywhere else. That was also why he had said `yes´ when Armie had asked him to marry him. He wanted to help Armie as much as he could, even if he sometimes couldn’t. So why did he keep wondering about what had happened to their relationship? Like thinking about how they've been living their own lives more and more lately. Sure, they had always led their own lives, and that had been fine.

But it was very common now for Timmy to say `no´ when Armie asked if he wanted to come along when he met up with his friends. He did like Armie’s friends and was glad they liked him, too, but in the grand scheme of things they were too different. He often couldn't relate to their conversations, it was another world and not his, so he preferred to stay at home and read or facetime with one of his friends. So weren't they much too different after all? Didn't that mean they were growing apart? The age difference had been an issue in the beginning because society made it one. But they came to the conclusion that society had the problem, not them.

Still he had long ago stopped teasing Armie about being too old for anything, stopped saying "old man." It wasn't about being old. But he had seen an insecurity in Armie's eyes. And Timmy wondered if it was because he, Timmy, was still so young. So young and only with one real, serious relationship in his life.

Maybe Armie thought, how could anyone not want to try out more? Know what it was like with another partner? At the same time, Timmy didn't care. Again, one of those things that society expected of him and he had no interest in fulfilling it. He wouldn’t change what they had for a quick thrill.

The same with the sex. Sure they still had good sex, no question.

But at one point he was asking himself, wasn't there a bit of thrill missing like before? Because they were doing the same things over and over again. Was that the point where they had to buy more sex toys? Even if they already had so much? But if he was honest, and he believed Armie felt the same way, they liked to keep it simple, they didn't have to try everything and almost always used the same stuff. And above all: What he had when he was with Armie, feeling so safe and loved... he wouldn't trade all that for a little more thrill. Sometimes, though, he wondered if that was why Armie had asked him to marry him. To be more sure that Timmy really really loved him. And did not intend to chase one day the thrill like so many others seemed to do. But he hadn't dared to ask Armie about it yet. Instead, he wondered if they were drifting too far apart now and just didn't realize it. Under the false assumption that marriage would already make sure everything stayed ok. There were times, nothing of this was apparent. Timmy was away a lot, Armie too, with his kids, and they sometimes didn't see each other for weeks, so they were (mostly) just happy to finally be together again. But then there were the times when they saw each other for extended periods of time, waking up next to each other in the same bed for weeks. And if this used to be the times when they spent the whole time kissing, touching, love making, or Timmy telling Armie everything that was on his mind or the other way round, in any case being connected at all the time, now there were also times when they were together, but not connected. Both doing their own thing. And Timmy noticed how, as much as he wished it wasn't, and as much as it seemed strange to him that this was happening with them, of all people, there were evenings, breakfasts, where they didn't have that much to tell each other because there was just nothing left to tell, when they spent so much time together. Sometimes he would tell Armie something he had already told him, because he couldn't stand the silence, and sometimes he let himself go with the silence and was surprised to find that he kind of liked it. Just being together. Saying nothing. But when it went up a notch, when Armie sometimes didn't even look at him when he was talking to him because his mind was elsewhere, Timmy had started to worry. Then Timmy had kicked Armie's shin with his foot and said "Look at me!" and Armie had laughed, apologized and looked at him.

For the next weeks, too. And the sex also became more exciting again.

Maybe it was just his job to remind them every now and then how much they loved each other. Even without nights when they talked for hours, when they were crazy about each other, when they couldn't get enough of each other. Mentally and physically. But he had to admit it became a bit difficult when he himself was in a bad mood. When he himself was unhappy. Or sad. Because he often did not dare to bother Armie with it. What problems did he have in contrast to Armie?

What was his sadness about losing his grandma in contrast to Armie not having his kids around and all the mess that surrounded him?

Armie had so much on his plate, he didn't need a bad-tempered boyfriend as well. So Timmy would cry to his family in situations like this. Depending on the subject, his mom, his sister, or his dad. And yet, when Armie "caught" him once on the phone crying to his sister, he sat with him down afterwards, put his hand on his knee and said, "Tell me about these things, I'm your husband, I want to be there for you, I want to know." He was right about that, of course.

So everything was as it should be, wasn’t it? How many times did he have to come to the conclusion that everything was good the way it was? Wasn't it a bad sign to have to keep making sure? It annoyed him. Why couldn't he just be sure and that was it?

But today was another day when Timmy started to think. The celebrations of the last weeks were over. Hanukkah, Christmas, his birthday, celebrating the new year, ski vacations... where everything was as it should be... Talking, laughing, having fun, fucking.

Now quietness had returned and Timmy didn't know what that meant for them now. He would have a few days off until things started up again for him. The house was all set up. And now they were sitting here on the seating set, each on another couch, reading. Shouldn't they be squatting together, close together, Timmy's head in Armie's lap, like they had done so often before? He thought of their vows. In Paris, in front of their friends. How they both beamed, how they both struggled not to burst into tears. And he thought of the vows they gave each other later, then all alone. Because they were so intimate, it was just for them.

Armie's cell phone rang, and Timmy looked over at Armie. It was Ford. Timmy's soul always ached when he heard Armie's voice for Ford. So much love and warmth and yet there was always a certain sadness in his voice that he tried to cover with even more love and warmth. In those moments he couldn't wait to have a family of their own with Armie, to have kids of their own. He wanted kids nonetheless but the main reason he wanted kids was that he wanted his kids to have the kindest and coolest dad in the world.

He couldn’t wait to see Armie with them. Spoiling them, goofing around with them.

Raising them with his beliefs. Being his. And not been taken away from him.

But Timmy was still young, they still had to wait until everything else was settled, and the thought of how they were actually going to put their wish into practice always made him feel sick on a regular basis. But they would find a way, just as they had always found a way. And others had done it before them. He felt so much love for Armie right now. So deep. Sure, he'd loved him for years. Nor did they lack opportunities to express it. Whenever they had to say goodbye, physically for several days, `I love you´, or on the cell phone because they missed each other so much, `I love you´, after sex, `I love you´, at celebrations, birthdays, Christmas, New Year. `I love you, I love you, I love you´. Now there was actually no occasion to say it, but more than ever, he wanted it because he just felt it. Armie had already ended the call, typing something on his cell phone, still seeming a little tense. And Timmy said, on a random day in January, "I love you." Armie looked up, a little surprised, put instantly his phone aside and came over to sit next to Timmy. Their bodies immediately close, Armie taking Timmy's legs on top of his, his fingers intertwining with Timmy’s and looking at him with a warm smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you... It's nothing important..." Timmy whispered. Armie’s smile grew bigger. "You tell me you love me on a January 6th at", he looked at his watch, "2:34 pm, for no reason, and you think it's not important? Even if it's not important to you, it's definitely important to me. And also a good opportunity to say that I love you, too. Terribly."

Timmy felt his heart skip a beat.

“Did you marry me because you were afraid I was going to leave you some day?” And without any sign of indignation that he had asked, Armie answered. “No. I married you because I wanted to show you that I want to be by your side until I die. If you ever want to leave, I’ll let you. And I'll be thankful for the time you were by my side.”

Timmy pulled Armie close to kiss him.

He came to the conclusion that it was not in vain but quite important to think about their relationship, over and over again. To be able to value it. And it was just what people meant when they said a relationship is work.

Love is work.

On oneself the most.

“I won’t go anywhere,” he whispered between the kissing. “I want to be here. With you. Always.”

And he felt like there was a tingling in his body that felt just like it did back then. When he had first fallen in love with Armie.

#charmie #charmie fanfic #sorry way too long #and no smut #love is love is love #Armie Hammer #i don't know maybe I delete it later xD

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chibishortdeath · 8 months

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So I was playing Simon’s Quest (again) earlier and you guys might know by now that I’m incredibly normal (extremely deranged) about that game, but it’s got me thinking about something: what exactly are the hearts and why are they the money in this game?

Hearts in the first game and almost every game after Simon’s Quest are the thing that you need to collect to be able to use subweapons and they primarily come from candles, but enemies can drop them too. But in Simon’s Quest, while they do still power a couple subweapons, it’s only the ones we’ve never seen before like the Sacred Flame and Golden Knife while not being used for the Holy Water, something that does in every other game. And they only come from enemies because there’s no candles. And there’s different sizes of them. And collecting enough of them levels Simon up. And their primary function is completely shifted to currency!!! Odd, isn’t it?

And the whole way that you buy anything in this game is really framed like some black market sketchy deal. These sellers (or crooked traders with bum deals lol) are primarily holed away in their houses under one or two layers of walls and floors only breakable by magical infinite Holy Water, something only the local badass vampire hunter guy would have after having bought some with said hearts in the first town, or they’re way tucked away in the thick of these Dracula’s army overtaken mansions, some of them even standing directly where skeletons walk past them or in between relatively large pits of spikes. Whatever the reason, these guys obviously want this fairly secret. (Aside from the first town white crystal guy, he’s fine being out in the open lol.)

So what gives??? What is Simon grinding monsters for and trading with the locals for weapons and herbs???

Now this is where things get really ✨speculative✨. I’m gonna put the cut here for suspense and intrigue I guess lol XD. This is gonna be a lot of me thinking out loud and throwing down ideas, not really like a confirmed answer to anything, just havin fun thinkin about a part of a game d(•w• )

I think there’s a few possibilities. They could be the same thing that they are other games or they could be something different just used similarly as a power source.

But first we gotta break down what hearts could be in Cv1. In a lot of the games they seem to be some kind of a general mana, a magic energy possibly not unlike how metaphysical/magical things are depicted in other media. Perhaps the subweapons themselves are magic objects and not really a physical thing that require “hearts” to be conjured. Maybe they could be physical objects that need to be enchanted with “hearts” to be anywhere comparable to Vampire Killer level usefulness. Just a few possibilities.

If the hearts in Simon’s Quest are the same thing, then this kinda makes some sense. Simon trading monster soul energy or whatever with presumably magic users for things he needs on his Quest, especially since things like Laurels (also can be called bay laurels or bay leaves) are commonly used in spells and who better to be selling a spell component than someone who does spells! Also, it makes sense that these people would be fairly out of sight as magic use was still a touchy subject at the time.

Now I don’t know how accurate this is, and if I do find a source somewhere in my way too many bookmarks I will reblog this and link it to it, but I remember reading somewhere in an interview about either SotN or one of the games made close before it that the candles are like the souls of Dracula and his army’s victims that you free when you hit them and they leave you a little parting gift for it. Yes, these games were made way after, so it’s not certain if that was the original intent of these, but I figured it adds something to this.

But what if the hearts in Simon’s Quest are not the same thing? After all, the Holy Water doesn’t use them and we can’t say if they would or not work for other subweapons that appear in CV1 since they aren’t in this one. Well there’s something else that could be dropping from killing monsters that could also fit into the above probability that these traders are magic users and it’s a little darker!

Hearts! Bones! General viscera! And this also kinda makes sense! I mean the whole plot of the game revolves around Simon already carrying pieces of Dracula’s corpse around to burn all together on an altar to cure his and the surrounding area’s curse, it’s not that far of a stretch to say that he’d be fine with carrying around pieces of other monsters and that magic users might be willing to trade things for them so they can use them in their own spells, potions, and so on. And that might also explain why Holy Water isn’t powered by hearts and is incredibly weak in comparison in this game. And why these weird, new subweapons seem to be Simon exclusive! They could be powered by things like monster blood instead of the usual magic energy-ish stuff we’re used to hearts symbolizing.

Regardless of if I’m right or not with either of these, Simon is probably taking advantage of some underground monster essence/organs trade the whole game and this is just such an interesting batshit detail for him as a character.

Anyway, I love this game so much, I’m gonna be spreading propaganda for it like this a lot hopefully lol. Okie that’s it hope that was fun, do with this information what you will :)

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You can take Wesley and Lilah and spin them off as leads of their own show post... I dunno, mid-S4, let's say (maybe Wesley and Lilah leave L.A. after the Beast attacks W&H, you can decide exactly when they leave).

Are there any other buffyverse characters, major or minor or just one-episode characters that would be significant characters on this spin-off as well? What would the general premise be?

Okay, I've decided I'm going to answer this instead of finishing my little gifset (which has literally been talking over my mind all day). I don't know if this was the initial intention of "you can take Wesley and Lilah and spin them off as leads of their own show..." but I really think I read it wrong as took it as a compliment? <3 I really need to came down, lol I swear that is all I ever do. They're the leads of my blog FOR SURE.

(I'm going to put it under the cut because I know it's going to be long and embarrassing)

It's actually funny you should propose this because ever since I was little some bit of my brain decided they did run away together?? I wasn't even really over the beast but they did end up together in my little childhood brain and have been together ever since. Just doing whatever they want and being in love. But honestly, as I have gotten back on the Weslah train I have thought a lot more deeply about this.

I think leaving after the beasts attack is obviously ideal but I also think it is possible after everything has happened. Even though they are dead and serving W&H, who is to to say they can't just fuck-off and leave anyway leading their best undead lives???? I also think they would travel a lot and just be normal about things? Like have a normal life; breakfast in the morning, going to the movies, late night drives on Wesley's motorcycle. I even would want them to be married, nothing big or anything - just at a courthouse and I think Linsey would send Lilah an anonymous note congratulating her (I swear to god I am only sappy and dumb for them, okay?)

It sounds silly and so plain but I just want them to have it all and that would be enough for me. I also think Virginia would be part of it too because I have this little idea in my head that she and Wesley had been in touch and writing letters back and forth. I would want everyone in the buffyverse to be part of it in some way, just to see how far the pair of them have come. And at some point Faith shows up at their door and crashes with them for a few years.

I also have it in my mind that Cordelia bargained with the Powers and everyone got a do-over (because I am a sucker for the early seasons where everyone was alive and together and happy). And at one point the group is trying to figure out where Wesley is and what happened to him, and they go to his house and see him and Lilah cooking breakfast and they see how happy they are together so they just leave him be (but at some point, they all do come together again even if things still are not the same (because I literally have an entire inner workings of Wesley and his trauma and my trauma and even if everything is good it will just not be the same, you know?) But Wesley still helps out from time to time with cases and everyone does get together for major holidays or whatever.

I may or may not be making any sense right now and I know this is becoming very long.

I feel like I should be really embarrassed for what I'm about to say (as I also proceed to tell you with nothing but a NORMAL amount of joy in my heart), but there are also two other scenes I play in my mind constantly and I definitely put myself in them.

The first scene is a court hearing against Wesley/Lilah, W&H, and the Powers; where Wes and Lie have to fight for themselves to be free of their contracts and to be able to be together (on the count of that dumb and pesky good/evil thing). I am literally the star witness in this scenario literally just so I can talk about how in love they are and I would have a huge binder compiled of various blog posts and novel texts, show moments as proof. And I would show my gifs, and go on a huge tangent about Wesley and how he saved Lilah (love saved her) from the beast and how he tried to free her from her contract and it should have worked. And then I would tell Eve that she looks like the person who should be getting everyone's coffee and that she's just jealous because Wesley's given Lilah more orgasms in one night then she's had in her entire life. In my mind and in the scenario I think this is so fucking funny.

Also, when I was a kid I didn't really have friends so I got super fixated on my favorite characters from tv shows and they were my friends. Of course I was so fixated on Wesley and Lilah so they were my friends and we were close, so in this last scenario I imagine us being apart for my years (and somehow not because my ban be from watching the show) and somehow W&H tries to trap Lilah into coming back and I'm going to be used as some virginal sacrifice (which is so silly and weird but it is honestly one of the few things I am good for). But things get worked out and Lilah saves the day (as my hero) because she is a strong and independent woman who doesn't need a job that treats her badly - she is literally stronger and smarter then everyone at W&H. And at one point in this scenario she fights the people of W&H off with a sword because she is a badass baddie and I will forever be in love with that picture of her holding the axe (it's a real crime she didn't get to use it).

I also wanted to add, though, I'm sure you have read it already: the tough get going (out of town) by thinlizzy2 is literally a perfect Wesley/Lilah run away fanfic. I read it a lot and I say it so many time but I get so emotional about the bit with the horses and towards the end where Wesley tells Lilah he loves her ("as his heart fills with pride in her for so many reasons") It is literally one of my TOP Wesley/Lilah fanfics, maybe third. Almost cannon ending because my top fic is til break of day and in continuity of things, that's my cannon ending for them (in terms of fanfic, I wasn't not going to link one and not the other).

#I am so sorry for how long this is #also I don't know if I should apologize for this. but I am sorry for going off and being weird #i have so many scenarios in my head and they literally all jumble together #asks #asks: kylia #about weslah

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. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do? for your fellswaps and swapfells?

Foe

This is sorta dark haha

Lord: Panic. How are they going to be able to live through another war? Before so many monsters died and they don't have that many monsters now. Lord would grab as much stuff as he could, then take Mutt and return to the underground. If the humans come searching for them, he could try to handle it but he doesn't believe that he would be strong enough. He's really panicking and isn't even sure if Mutt knows what's going on.

Mutt: They know what's going on. They would go with their brother, listening to everything that he tells them to do. Mutt is freaking out and panicking on the inside, they aren't sure if they could be any help if the humans come searching for monsters in the underground... they might overuse their magic if they knew that Lord was in danger. They hate that they can never have a normal peaceful life.

King: He'll act like it's no big deal, but he's panicking on the inside. He knows that he isn't really the strongest monster in the underground, not even close to it! But that is something he says to make himself feel better. Now that there is a war again, he isn't sure what to do. He feels like there's nothing that he can do, and he's so scared.

Alpha: He finds it kinda funny. He knew that everything was too good to be true... they were all gonna be dusted and there was nothing he can do about it or anyone for that matter. He's just gonna wait until there are people around and hey, if he can take out a human soul or maybe even two, then okay. He'll go out like that.

Overlord: He would do anything in his power to make sure that Pup doesn't notice or know. He locks and boards up the doors and windows, trying to act like it's a game. He knows that it was happening before anyone else pretty much (other than the queen, of course) and he feels a icy grip of fear on his soul. He doesn't really believe that he or his brother is going to make it out of this.

Pup: He is terrified. He isn't exactly sure what's going on, other than he can tell that Overlord is scared too and that's never a good sign. Overlord wouldn't answer any of his questions and he can't leave the house because of the boards but he can hear the noises coming from outside and he doesn't like it. He would hide away in his room for a while and, honestly, they might go out together.

Commander: He would be on the front lines! Of course he is. He won't leave the fight just because he's scared to dust. It's his job to protect the monster kind and if he has to die for it, then he will.

Hound: They're right beside their brother. They will protect Commander with their life, as that was their job for their whole life, pretty much.

Chief: He would have a hard time deciding if he wanted to join the fight or if he should go with his brother and hide. They decide on the second one. Wolf and Chief would both head to the forest near their home and try to make a living in there until everything blows over, then they would... do something. It was Wolf's idea and Chief feels like he betrayed monster kind by being a weakling and running away.

Royal: He starts work right away. He knows that the monsters would need weapons so he overworks himself to get them their weapons before the war really begins. He even leaves his workshop to join in on the battle which he almost never does.

Fang: Stays in the mountains/tunnels that it made by digging. It has no loyalty to the queen and Royal turned down its offer to join it, so it stays there and most likely becomes a cryptid lol.

Prince: Panicking but tries to stay calm and figure out what to do. Most likely by the end he's going to join the attack. Maybe they could win? It's... very unlikely, he knows that, but he's scared to die.

Canine: Goes with their brother to fight the humans. Knows that they aren't the strongest but can still be a little help, at least.

Leader and Beast: They both would try to leave. Beast made friends while traveling so he would try to take Leader and go live with those friends and just keep traveling. He isn't gonna let him or his brother die just because some people decided they don't like change.

Tycoon: Panicked. What did he do? Why were the humans trying to start war with them again? He thought that he was doing good! He would have to break the news to monster kind and come up with a counter plan for the fight. He doesn't think that this is much fair.

Brute: He's most likely having fun just fighting haha. He doesn't try to think about the fact that this is a war, this is a fight and he has to win or die trying. He dusts while protecting Tycoon most likely.

Ruler: The kindness in his soul is fighting against the fear, and the need to fight. The queen got dusted and the monsters are falling like flies because they COULDN'T fight back. Sure, they could protect themselves but they couldn't kill so they were all scrambling and trying to find places to hide. (this might be dark but I could see him trying to dust himself rather than be dusted by some random human that decided he was the enemy)

Pooch: Yeah, that darkness? He would do that right away. He isn't going to let anyone take his life from him. He wanted at least a little control again.

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griffinsboyfriend · 4 months

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THEORIES FOR CHAPTER 20? JUST CAUGHT UP AND GOING INSANE

Giiiirl. I have a few crack theories but I think they’ve managed to write a good mystery here. Anything could happen, and given how wild the smut has been, and how wild the story itself has been, I’m willing to bet the final chapter will blow our asses wide open.

It’s 10 minutes long too according to the description, so we should be getting a lot. I feel like they’ve managed to stuff a lot in the short chapters throughout, it’s well paced so I think the ending should be satisfying. Btw, I’d love to hear yours and everyone else’s theories!!! But here are my crack theories:

1. Charles/Charlotte is the murderer and has been leading us on a goose chase this whole time to put our sights off of them. He’s a stalker who obsessed about MC when his aunt was alive. She was genuinely kind to Charles, inviting him over or asking for his aid with the house, it would make sense that he’d see MC in photos and developed stalkerish feelings toward him. I feel like they’ve done so many coincidences with him that it’s too convenient when the writers are trying to tell us he’s innocent. He just happened to have a TRASH BAG full of foxgloves? Sure, Jan.

Additionally, in the van, if you choose one of the dialogue options with Charles (forgot exactly what it is), he tenses up… almost becoming a different person before he resurfaces and remembers where he is. He’s had a handful of those type of interactions depending on the choices you make. Could be PTSD, but idk. It smells manipulative to me, and MC has fallen hard for his savior. Moreover, the van being unlocked? Really now? 🤨 well that was easy, wasn’t it…

That cologne too, it could be one of Charles’s cologne and he planted it in the van to frame Vince. I always thought that MC was being drugged whenever they went into their fantasies early on, but MC is quite horny so I believe its likely just THEM being them lol.

I think Charles accidentally murdered his wife by overdosing her, and his grief is unprocessed or not properly dealt with. But bc of this, his mental is likely not sane. He pushed away the grief bc he thought he needed to be there for his daughter, who pushed him away bc she hasn’t been able to properly grieve either and that’s just how kids can be.

1.5 crack theory: Yvette burned down the house bc she was worried MC would leave her father and her new co-parent, who she likely looks up to. I mean who wouldn’t, this MC is one of the greats certainly. Yvette wanting to become involved in the investigation late in the game feels pointed.

Ultimately, the dirty little secret could be our lover is the murderer and we can choose to stand by him and keep it, or not. But since this book is a stand alone, I’m doubting this I actually going to happen bc I think we’d need at least 2 more chapters to connect the dots.

2. Vince and Sadie are working together and are the killers. Vince is super dumb so he’d go along with anything Sadie said, even if she didn’t intend for real murder. I think there’s evidence in ch19 to suggest he’s dumb enough to cross the line. THEN AGAIN. The evidence only stacked up in the last chapter so I feel like… this is a red herring perhaps.

I truly don’t believe that Sadie wanted us to die or be burned alive. She’s evil but idk if she’s proven to be that evil. She’s conniving and manipulative, but I haven’t seen evidence suggesting she’d go that far. Then again she did try to hide her real identity, going so far as to get surgery. Post having sex with the mayor, she seemed obedient to him. So perhaps…

3. The Mayor is the murderer. He loved MC’s aunt but she never returned the feelings. He let his rich white man ego and pride get the better of him, he has the resources and money to make it happen without a second thought against him. I feel there’s less buildup for this though…

4. Charles and Sadie are working together to take down MC. This would be the real insane reason, and honestly I feel like I’d live if they did this! I’d have to hand it to PB if they went this route bc I feel it could be successful. They def led their audience on a wild ride, why not push them over the edge type of tease lol. There’s not enough evidence yet to suggest they’re working together but I mean this book has been fucking insane sooo…

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I think whoever captured Yvette will force Charles to show his true colors. I can’t wait for the drama to unfold!!!

Also going into that van was the last straw. I KNEW the jig was up then. Whoever the killer is KNEW MC (and maybe Charles, if he’s not the killer) would be this stupid. It’s classic horror/thriller movie scenes.

I’m willing to bet someone is going to shut that van door and force MC/Charles to watch whatever is about to unfold. God I hope they obliterate us, man!!!!

#griffinsbf ask #I don’t claim to be good at solving mysteries #I’m just going off what I feel and what’s been shown to us #but I truly believe expect anything coming up #I don’t think we can trust ANYONE in the street #as the latter chapters have proven to us #I EDITED PARTS OF THIS

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in regards to the phone call about the future/my ambitions

i think the reason it strikes a nerve when you bring stuff like that up is because like. my entire self-worth is built on choosing to accept my shortcomings rather than fight them or feel shame about them. when you're upset that i "don't care" it's because it was a choice that i had to make in order to cope and survive. when i was 24 years old, i was living with my parents, unemployed for almost a year and a half, no intent to use the degree that i went thousands of dollars into debt for, smoking weed every day, barely even leaving my bedroom, no goals or ambitions. i was a fucking loser. i couldn't look my parents in the eye because i saw disappointment looking back at me. i cut off almost all of my friends because i didn't want them to see me like that. the embarrassment of it all nearly drove me to suicide.

i had to decide that it was okay. that i didn't need to be successful in the ways other people define it, that i didn't need a career, that i didn't need to make my parents proud, that i didn't have to be special, that i didn't need people to like me, that i didn't have to achieve my dreams. i just needed to survive and try my best to be happy; anything beyond that is just a bonus.

it's not that the things you're asking me for are unfair, but they pop that bubble. they knock down the jenga tower i've stacked up so carefully. caring so much about those pressures and goals and ambitions genuinely ruined my life and almost ended it, and now you're asking me to make them a priority again, and suggesting that if i don't it's because i don't care enough about you or that i don't care about myself.

i feel that i am successful!!!!! with my worthless degree and my shitty kitchen job and everything i have going on now!!!!! this is not failure to me! i am so unbelievably proud of myself! i am paying my bills, living independently, working full time, doing my best to maintain the relationships i have, traveling when i can, cooking delicious meals and trying new foods, going out and making memories on the weekends, spending so many of my days with you. that's a life that's worth celebrating and i really hate that you seem to see it as the bare minimum. of course i can do better, i can invest more into the things that matter to me.......i just don't know if those are the things that matter to you.

saying that "a career is not a priority to me" is really the polite way of saying, "i do not want a career, and if i can find a way to keep living my life without having to do that, i absolutely will." you dedicate years of your life building marketable skills, going to school, interning, networking, busting your ass and stressing yourself out to get...what? your life looks exactly the same with a little more cash in the bank and a few more rooms in your apartment. it's so cliche but i really really don't care about the "rat race." i don't feel the impulse to keep up with other people, i don't value most of the things that you gain from playing the game, and i definitely don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks about how i choose to live my life.

i value freedom, autonomy, authenticity, and honesty above anything else. i value working as little as possible while still being comfortable and happy, and maximizing the time that is mine and mine alone. i value the people that love and embrace me and being able to share this life with them. i value experiences over anything material; nice houses and fancy dinners and expensive clothes and flashy gifts mean absolutely nothing to me. i want to go bungee jumping, i want to see the northern lights, i want to visit every country in the world, i want to cover my body in tattoos and sleep under the stars and get married to somebody i love and learn to play guitar and create beautiful things with my bare hands and hope that one day i wake up and see my life as a beautiful thing too.

and you wanna ask me about a fuckin job lol

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Hermanos anon here - WHY WOULD YOU PUT THAT GIFSET ON MY DASH AAAAAAAH!!!!! i came out here to have a good time and honestly i feel so attacked rn

Anyway, so happy for you that the exam is over and you passed <3 I actually have exams coming up myself lol so I completely understand... also have you heard? Berlin was renewed for s2! Really really hoping Alvaro returns and we get Sergio and hermanos rights in the next season 🤞 (and to fill the need for hermanos content!!) Also pls don't feel like you have to make a set again soon, happy to wait until you get the inspiration, and ofc it's always a good idea to rewatch their scenes, instant serotonin boost - just skip that minor scene that shall not be named at the end of the Mint Heist 😭

Haha I'm sorryyyy! It's something I realised long back but I never had the chance to inflict the angst on anyone else lmao. you added the cherry on top with how you worded it "literally a little brother begging his big brother not to leave him, and knowing on some level that he'll never be able to make him change his mind" 🥺 in some way he would've known right at the moment nairobi and helsinki emerged alone so seeing him going from denial to desperation. hurts

(pt 2) YES, brotherssss!!! Oh, the fact that Andrés is so selfish and narcissistic otherwise just makes the hermanos bond even more special to me?? it hits different than if they'd just been relatively normal/good characters, idk. And yes that's such older brother behaviour of him!! I will tell you some happier observations of mine this time. One of my favourite "older bro" things Andrés does in the series, when he and Sergio sit down to drink together, he ALWAYS pours wine for Sergio first. In the bella ciao scene, his wedding scene in s4, even s3 he literally wakes up Sergio to come have breakfast with them, which means he didn't even allow either Martin or Tatiana to start without his hermanito lol. It's a very sweet minor detail that melts my heart. I can totally imagine them in the Toledo house, pretending they don't know each other but then andrés does little things like these, serving Sergio first or preparing coffee for his brother just the way he likes it before making his own cup :') OH, the feels. Yes, I agree, I definitely think the Bella Ciao lyrics are foreshadowing, and that is exactly what happened in the end. (I have been struck by that thought too, more than once 🥲 it's heartbreaking isn't it? especially when you consider that oslo/moscow had their loved ones with them when they died + a funeral. nairobi had a funeral too. tokio had rio with her before she died. but andrés had none of that, sergio was miles away and then ofc they had to escape leaving him behind... don't think about the guantanamera scene lyrics in this context too. Poor Sergio :( (pt 3) Btw sorry for how long this got!! Please feel free to put everything under a cut if you want 😅 I'm just out here rambling like there's no tmrw. Back to the happier note (omg we really just keep switching between angst and joy) I love that idea!! Yeah, I can definitely see them having that as an inside joke, something that only they share from their childhood memories, it's very sweet! Sergio "I don't dance" Marquina WILL dance if his big bro requires, and it makes me a puddle everytime. Somehow he has the most stiff yet adorable dance moves ever, I loved those moments we got. Andrés mirroring Sergio's moves in the guantanamera scene never fails to bring a smile to my face. Unironically, I used to watch that scene so many times during the pandemic days. I was not doing too well but those few seconds seeing them smile and laugh and dance despite everything used to give me such comfort :D I was glad to see your reply (and once again, completely understand, hope you're taking care of yourself <3) Thank you for putting up (and being so kind) about my rambles, glad you like them! And ofc, please feel free to tell me to shut up if I get too annoying 😭 As always, such a JOY sharing the enthusiasm for these heist bros with you and i hope you have a great week!

AT LEAST WE CAN SUFFER TOGETHER!!! And talk about Sergio, who usually considers every single possible outcome, Never considering his brother could die... whew!

Thank you so much! The best of luck on your exams!! (If you've already taken them, I hope they went well!) I saw that, yeah... and speaking of the spin-off I watched some more of it, I need to watch the fifth episode next... anyway, they better use that new season to give us some new hermanos content or ELSE 🔪🔪 like, just Andrés mentioning Sergio was enough to reawaken my heist brothers obsession, an actual new scene with the two of them would be so Powerful (also I miss Sergio sooo) Thank you, I'd like to gif them again soon but right now the inspiration isn't really on my side, UGH. But I really hope watching and rewatching their scenes (and looking for possible quotes) can help! Honestly since I love pain I will probably watch the Scene That Shall Not Be Named as well but I promise I'll proceed with caution...

Well, I can't blame you, angst is made to be shared! Poor Sergio, he really is in denial at the beginning, huh, insisting Andrés should get into the tunnel... and that's another thing that gets me, because truly there was no time, waiting for Andrés and not blowing up the tunnel basically meant getting captured, and yet Sergio who's usually so cautious and always aware of every risk just refuses to see it. Andrés must get into the tunnel and to safety! And then he gets more and more desperate when it really becomes apparent that it isn't going to happen :(

Oh, I definitely agree! Part of the appeal of big brother Andrés and of their bond imo is the contrast between their usual demeanor and how they behave around each other. When they're together they're a big brother and a little brother, you know 🥺🥺 OOOH thanks for sharing! I don't know if I ever noticed that (if I did I forgot) it really is sweet! I'm smiling a bit at the thought of Andrés not allowing Martín and Tatiana to have breakfast because the most precious hermanito in the world is not there yet! I love that thought! I enjoy picturing how it was for them in Toledo, having to pretend they didn't know each other, and the image of Andrés finding all the sneaky ways to take care of his hermanito makes me melt <3

What can I say, Bella Ciao, Guantanamera, they truly looked at the lyrics and went "ooooh 😈" That completely breaks my heart, like it makes Sergio's grief even WORSE.

Please never apologize about how long your message gets, as far as I'm concerned it only means I have more stuff to enjoy (also thank you for reminding me I can put this under a cut, I probably should lol) It's kind of amusing how we can switch between oh no Andrés was killed and Sergio was completely helpless and awww nice little childhood memories but hey it's great how they give us tragic and happy thoughts both! I absolutely agree about Sergio having the most stiff yet adorable dance moves ever, at some point he's basically like "ok, since I'm doing this with my big brother I'm... actually enjoying it, but this doesn't take all my awkwardness away" and it's so CUTE, Alvaro plays it so well! And Andrés mirroring his moves makes me smile so much!! It truly is a comfort scene and I'm glad it helped you through those times (man, it was surreal).

Thanks so much for your patience! And nooo don't worry, I LOVE your rambles!! It really is a real joy to talk with you about these brothers!

Thank you so much, I hope you have a great week too! (And if you're still studying for your exams, well, I wish you a productive study and hope it doesn't stress you out too much!)

#p #my askbox

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no. you don't understand the definition of aphrodisiac.

No I don’t give a fuck.

Don’t show me the good in life. Please it will scar me. It will taint my psyche. I am but a sheep, coward, maiden. Those things still exist.

What do I do with the things that still exist inside my head? How do I kill memories? Are memories a curse or a blessing? Neither or nature?

I think memories live in the heart. or they are the spark, and what type of fire is up to us. we either rise from the ashes, or we burn the entire fucking house down. we make a stake and the memories become burned into our head.

do you remember the day you rose above? do you remember the first day you said I don't give a fuck?

why does he always think I need help? LOL I dont understand, do it my way or don't help. I cant help that. he told me today. " solve your own fucking problems" hahahaha. I didn't take it personal. you're right, get the fuck out.

i like to act like my life is hard. but it's not. it's life. it's soft.

however---

I'm kinda pissed off actually. in the back ion my mind, I am angry. I can feel it. and little bits of it are coming out, because I have been holding it in. I know exactly what it is. and because I know exactly what it is-- fuck--- again? what will it take to break the curse? what will it take to break that power you have over me? what will it take too cut the cord. do you want the cord cut? do you even fucking love me. you piece of shit. I swear to god, you fucking broke me, you took me apart, analyzing me with all the right words, already knowing my response and you loved seeing you work yourself through my body. you fucking coward. Id really like to put my fucking knee in your dick. I want to slap you so hard that my nails leave marks across your face, for days, and every time you look in the mirror you will forever be reminded of me because of it. I want to fucking haunt you. I want you to never sleep. I want you to keep dreaming of me while you are wide awake. I want you to suffer from my memory. I want it to teach you about yourself. I want it to make you think fucking deep, deeper than you thought even fucking possible, it makes you feel insane it's so fucking deep. abyss. abyss. abyss. I want you in the fetal positions just floating in nothingness with all the ugly and odd fish. every time someone says "make a wish" you think of me. I ground myself with the fact that you also will never be able to get rid of my memory, we will never be able to cut this cord universally. you will always compare every other woman to me. I will become a "model woman" inside you head, one that will never be met.

right now? all you need is to still on the phone, in silence with me. you just want to hear my voice and listen to how I breathe. you want me to stimulate your mind like a good loyal puppy dog, you want rewards and you want to be--- pet. You want the thrill of being on your knees in front of a real woman. adrenaline junkie. need small doses daily. need to express yourself with sex. Sex being art, art being creative, less consumption of life, more creation of life. two to tango type vibes.

what an incredibly raw entry.

rare. bleeding. raw.

things are not hard for me, things are soft. I do things that do not require me to always have guard up 24/7. I always in my natural state of softcore woman. I dont like being hardcore, but it doesn't mean I won't do it, I just said I didnt like it. It still happens to me. Where I am soft for too long and then all of the sudden I become hardcore. I can feel the shift, the duality. but now? I feel like they are working together. I stopped trying to figure out what was impulsive, I will never really know. we could label any past choice impulsive. I think being impulsive and spontaneous is the same thing. everything we do is almost always will feel impulsive because we are most definitely living in a world of routine and ritual. and ritual to America is a nice house in the suburbs, marriage, kids and wife- good schools and white crime. so what the fuck are we really doing by diagnosing "impulsive behavior" as a defect? wasn't this country built on impulse? or maybe I doing understand the depth of "mental illness" it sure seems very easy to say that anyone, or everyone is "sick" or "mental ill" because at the end of the day-- what does "ill" look like to you, you have watched enough tru crime documentaries to fucking know, I know how much Americans like serial killers. so fucking tell me-

maybe I am not exposed to enough reality, I'm only exposed to my conspiracies, which is code for imagination. I am only limited to what information is given- right? mental illness to me looks very much like a mental hospital. I immediately think of a mental hospital when I think mentally ill. because the is the way it has been shaped. rare. special. critical. but the fact that it can look like the happiest person in the world is terrifying. are we coming to that realization. is mental health normal yet? are we acting accordingly to our genuine concern.

I hate it when people sarcastically say that I am "enlightened" it's like----- what the fuck does that even mean? does that mean you recognize me as a source of power now? okay, yes, I like this rabbit hole. haha. I mean seriously, is it spiritual jealousy? we are all born free into a world of chains and things. and they all say we aren't free again until we die. so what does that tell you? that earth is either hell or purgatory. wait how the fuck did we get here? --------

am I saying too much? am I just a very good fantasy writer? or am I just shit, am I just another brain on the spectrum of all things? meh. why care? in one hundred years, no one will know me. there will no minds left on earth with my memory. so I'm going to make the best of being alive, I'm going to be me spontaneously, and hope to god that I do not live to see world war three. which makes me think- where was god? where the fuck was god? the devil is not afraid to show his face, he is not afraid to show god how proud he is to own this place, and the only thing past the blue sky is space, ive only witnessed what humans can do, I don't think I have ever witnessed what god could do. I believe humans are the gods. humans are the creator of the devil. humans are creators of god. humans are creator of the Holy Spirit. I believe we do not recognize this power just as we refuse to recognize a compliment. we just cant believe in ourselves enough, and this will be our downfall.

not me, I'm starting to believe. in me. producing my reality easily. attracting. I guess what I needed was to come on here and slang some bullshit out of my head. make room. clear the clutter. feel vulnerable until I don't anymore?

I remain what I am, a muse. for all life.

-x

#raw thoughts #idle thoughts #thoughts into the void #diary #tumblr diary #diaryposting #personal diary #poetic #writeblr #writing #free writing #writers and poets #free write #girl interrupted #i swear im normal #I swear I'm funny

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I've been thinking about how they would introduce themselves to each other's guardians. Cirrus' Gramdma (Breeze or Ms. Seeotoo) is hard of hearing and a bit blind, but she's also the sweetest cuddliest gentle giant you could ever meet.

Kindlin would probably be a little nervous to meet her, not knowing what exactly to expect. She's actually very delighted though when she meets Breeze

How were you thinking they meet?

When Cirrus brought her over to her house she didn't know her grandma was home. So when she leaves Kin to go get something, big cloud granny floats in and surprises Kindlin. An Breeze not being able to see thinks it's Cirrus. Giving her a big hug and smooch on the forehead. Once Cirrus comes back to the room she explains everything, but Breeze just picks Kin back up again saying "So you're the reason my Cirrus has been coming home so much happier!" Cirrus tries to single her to stop sharing too much personal stuff, but she still can't see or hear well. XD

Kindlin is freaked out for half a second before she just lets herself be hugged. She actually really doesn't mind the hugs and kisses and doting. The whole time she's trying to tell her that she's not Cirrus though and is just giggling as this old cloud lady seems to not hear her

After all the hugs Kindlin's flames are all messed up but she doesn't care lol. She just whispers to Cirrus "this is OUR Gramma now" With a giggle

Poor Cirrus would be too embarrassed she'd keep her face hidden in her hands.

Kindlin when Breeze leaves the room : so when can I come over again?

Cirrus: …Maybe we could just stick to going to Baked Woods after school.

#The world is a stage! 🌟#Giant Granny 👝#Falls on her face 🛹

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September 2nd, 2023- Entry

Today I had a decent day. I hung out with Loomis for the majority of it which I liked. I haven't hung out with him in a while so I was glad that I was finally able to do that. It made me forget about the worries that I had for a bit. I just felt so suffocated in my house. I've been stuck there for some time because my friends haven't hung out with me for a bit. There's only so many things that I can do there in the presence of that dog. It's been taking a toll on me being in that house, around my brothers. I don't know, i just thought that this summer I would be hanging out a lot more with them, but they have responsibilities now, jobs and other things, so they're busy. I have this other friend too who I've wanted to hang with for some time now, we've been friends for more than a year but we haven't hung out yet so I've just been wanting to do that, I mean I've asked them to hang out and they said we were going to do it the following week, but we haven't. I also asked them when we were going to hang and get food, but they never really answered my question. Maybe I should take the hint, i mean they've always been like "yeah we should " but they've never followed up. Experience from other guys doing this to me should tell me that I should just ignore them, but I mean they're my friend and I wanna hang with them. I mean they always snap me of them hanging with other friends and people yet I've always asked to hang and they never really gave me a solid date/time. i mean i suppose i would do that if i wouldn't want to hang with someone. They've never asked me to hang out. I've always asked and offered them. I know that people don't act exactly like me, people do things with different intentions than what i interpret them to be. Just ask me to hang out, I'm just getting the feeling that you don't care to hang with me, I care more to hang out because i mean i want to hang with the person that I've known for over a year, and maybe you don't. I don't want to entertain people that don't care about me. I feel like I've done enough of that. Why would I want to put myself through that again. I feel like all that people want to do with me is fuck me, nothing else. That I'm nothing but a sex object. What else am I to people if I don't provide sex for them. How many guys would still talk to me then? Maybe I have some fault in that. I don't make it explicit, I never talk with people with sexually forward messages when it's not first established or initiated. Treat me like a friend, like a person, like a human. sometimes I feel like I'm not treated like one by people. I try to find small pockets of joy from my deep loneliness by taking small walks, getting coffee, and posting pretty pictures, but back home, i have nothing of that. I just want to have small pockets of happiness by hanging with people, and I'm not sure if I have that here, it feels draining, that i have to keep up the front that nothing is happening when i'm just suffering here. It feels like I'm back at fito's all over again, in a place i don't want to be, stressing out, feeling like I'm not cared about.

Maybe it's just a temporary feeling, or maybe it's something i've always felt that slowly peeks around the corner on days like today. I've experienced a big serotonin rush from hanging with friends, and now it's crashing. Is this something that's gonna happen in college again? i feel like i compensate feeling lonely by posting a lot, when i just feel so lonely and uncared for. I mean a lot of people don't make time for me, and i've been away for months, and months and reach to see if I still have that connection with friends. what am i gonna do lol. Maybe I'll just ask if he's ever up to hang out before I leave back to college. maybe i'll just post on my story about heading back in three weeks, maybe by some miracle he'll actually make plans with me to hang. but im not so sure, you know how guys are, they'll hang out with hookups but not their friends. I guess that only applies to me though. can't even spare an hour, thirty minutes, maybe i'm not worth thirty minutes of time. A small conversation over coffee, a small walk afterward, a small glance from your eyes. I suppose it's better to realize my worth to people, but that realization is a hard pill to swallow. All i have is your word, and im starting not to put any value to it. I know that actions speak louder, they really do. I'm sad, upset, and just disappointed, that I've made efforts to hang out with you, and you've made none.

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30/03/22

Copy/pasted from Discord.

I dreamt a new oc

A female lancer who's in the employ of house fortemps and is friends with paulecrain. she has a kind of similar story to him in that she has no real family and was poor af but is very good at stabbing things. main difference being she's not a COMPLETE asshole so she didn't get almost immediately kicked out of the fortemps roster lmao

but she IS drunk about 90% of the time which is most of why they are friends lmao. they were, however briefly, "thank god my shift's over time to go spend my whole paycheck on booze" buddies

.....this is the second female character who is inexplicably fond of paulecrain despite him being like the worst person ever that I have dreamt into existence

damn sir. dick too bomb (even tho in this case I mean fond of in a non-romantic/sexual way)

she just saw him and was like "wow this guy's awful. maybe it's because he needs a friend" (it wasn't because he needed a friend)

(but by the time she figured that out she was already attached)

I should mention the rest of the dream was also kinda nuts. the two of them were on a bodyguard mission out in the dravanian forests (I guess this was set during the time before paulecrain got booted lol) for this house fortemps scientist who wanted to talk to a specific community of gnath who had a reputation for knowing lot of traditional magic. and they lived in an area that had been fucked up by the calamity in a similar but smaller scale way to coerthas, in this instance the balance of wind aether having been thrown out of balance which caused the air and as a flow on effect also their drinking water to be polluted

(I was in the pov of the scientist guy)

I was like a member of the nobility who happened to have an interest in natural science and aetherology etc

a cousin of edmont or something idk

anyway the head shaman gnath dude was like yeah so we found records of a spell that's supposed to be able to help with this but we can't get it to work. and I looked over the records and asked them to explain to me what they'd been doing, and then recognised that one of the herbs they were using also grew further north across a mountain range, but over there it more closely matched the leaf colour and shape described in the recovered text. so we went and collected some of those and brought them back and they tried the spell again with them and it worked

and I was like o shit. so maybe we can use this to figure out a way to fix coerthas

(it was like... much smaller in range and more "superficial" an imbalance that got corrected so I was like well trying to use this as is is almost definitely not gonna do much. but if we can figure out exactly how it works maybe we can reverse engineer it to devise a new, more powerful spell that will help)

lancer lady was also super excited about this and the last thing I recall before waking up was her trying to get paulecrain's attention (who was busy faceplanting on the bar of the nearby establishment) to show him that the spell had worked and the water out of the well was clean

paulecrain like well ok cool but have you considered who cares bc these bug guys already figured out how to make it drinkable. by making strong-ass bug booze

oh yeah the spell itself in my dream was also rly cool. they took a square of vellum and set it on the ground and laid out the leaves of this herb across it in a specific pattern, and then they had 1. a special kind of oil and 2. the blood of some animal. and they dripped the oil all across the page first on top of the leaves until it was mostly coated and then put a drop of the blood in each corner and where the blood touched the oil it spontaneously caught fire, which spread out across the page and the fire itself stayed very small and close to the ground and was this pinkish magenta sort of colour but it made heaps of white smoke that billowed out really aggressively and everyone had to sit in a circle around the spell with no gaps (like, there had to be a ring of people that were all touching each other with no spaces on the ground between them for the spell to "escape") so we all had to like shield our faces from the smoke with our arms and afterward my arms were coated in a thin layer of this shiny waxy brittle stuff that almost made it look like I had a clear iridescent insect carapace

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