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liaswills · 8 months

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Pick a card: Does your crush like you back?

Today we are asking 4 seperate energies what they think of you! It's important to know that any pick a card's are general energies and some messages are resonant to your crush and others might just be for other people. Generally this is my first pick a card on Tumblr but I've been in the tarot community for longer than today, since 2017 I read tarot.

Disclaimer: I haven't used any tarot cards for this reading, ironically. I'm channelling the messages instead.

Take a moment, I understand crushes on anyone can be mind whirling and obsessive at times. But well I'm here to feed your obsession, aren't I? I will take the opportunity to channel their messages so every reply is written in the voice of your crush (general) and I'll give all four groups some extra information too!

Pick one of these four sentences from my favourite tommy shelby quotes!

1. "Why not?" — Thomas Shelby

2. "Do I look like a man who wants a simple life?" — Thomas Shelby

3. “We used to come here; she’d wait for hours for me when I couldn’t make it. And I’d wait for her if her family kept her in.” — Thomas Shelby

4. “A man needs to prove he is better than me, rather than show me his birth certificate.” — Thomas Shelby

All readings are channelled letters from your crush s/o. Hope you enjoy these and follow my account for more tarot posts!

Pile 1: "Why not?"

First of all this is a person that thinks softly of you. They have kind eyes, might be more of an effeminate person. May have a beard, or look like a gentle giant. I'm also getting blonde/brown hair or shoulder length blonde hair. They have dazzling eyes.

My darling,

I have never called you that before. But why not, eh? Or maybe I do enjoy calling you that in my mind. You are like a fond thought my mind wanders to when I am sitting in the train or my car. Or when I walk or am riding my bike. I think of you softly. I'm secretly afraid, that whilst I think of you softly, you don't think of me that way. I might just be a hopeless fool thinking you'd be interested in myself. Or perhaps I am not a fool?

I kind of want to do fun things together. Take it slow. There are some people I think of. Some other people that might be interesting to me as well. I know you didn't expect to hear that but I'm sometimes too stuck in my daydreams that I wished I was anyone's person. I just want to think of love. I like to imagine my closest friends think me an idiot everytime I say I met someone because how could they not? I sort of just 'love' being in love, right there, in my head.

Telling you how I feel makes me question whether it's worth it. Should I take that step to ask you how you're doing? To ask you whether you'd like to walk with me? Get an icecream? I don't know how to date to be honest. I read often, I just thought that thinking of you in my mind would be easier than thinking of you and I actually going someplace to do fun things together.

I specically like your legs, your smile, your hair. I think you look like my dream person. I may not smile in person, or I may not say these things in person, or I may not even let you know how HOT I think you are but you really are my type. I just don't know whether you'd think of me as 'your' type.

Sometimes I fantasize too much. I think it all out. Us, together, marriage, maybe even normal things like grocery shopping together or finding out what kind of candy you eat or don't eat. I kind of want to know how you live your life. I really admire how you come off to me as a person and I just think that we could 'be' something. If only my mind wasn't so easy to wander to other scenario's and people and friends who could possibly become my person too.

If you like me, just tell me. Right now. I beg of you. It would make my day. It would be recipocrated, I already have chosen you in my heart but I can't keep my mind collected. I can't stop thinking about work or about how busy I actually am when in truth, I just want to get to know you better.

Don't be sad. I don't want you to be sad. Was I an asshole? I never meant to be one. Trust me.

Do you trust me?

Yours Forever,

Your hopeless romantic

Pile 2: "Do I look like a man who wants a simple life?"

This is someone who has dark features. Might have brown hair. They come off as someone who has dazzling green/hazel or brown eyes. They are HANDSOME. You think of them in a handsome light. Their dress style might enchant you daily. Everytime you receive pictures of them or see them you might just think highly of their aesthetic. They're giving stronger masculine vibes or someone who has a dominant personality.

Babes,

Look I never meant to fall for you. I think my guides never saw 'me' falling for you. But I did. I was thrown into this abyss of feelings that I had long forgotten or long thought I could not feel anymore. I keep being disappointed in life but you have never disappointed me. I like that. I like that about you.

You and I talk or we don't. It's like that. I know it is. Because I keep you far away from me when I need time to make a decision. When I need to fix my shit. When I need to fix my issues. I have many of them. I don't need an angel like you to come into that mess. I don't want you to see a mess or see me as a mess. I need you to understand that I'm getting better. Really, I am. I thought I told you that, before, didn't I?

My life can never be just us. It's everything. It's mostly my family, my job, my friends. It's everything. I am always at the center of it and sometimes that makes me anxious. My friends drag me into shit you may not like. I might hurt your ideas about me when I do stuff like that, or I might be repugnant but it's just who I am, all right?

I can't be with someone who will hold me back. I am not saying you do this, but I hope that you will understand I don't really know how to be in a relationship that isn't going to end in destruction so I will put this lightly: don't give me the steer. I need you to say what you need to say and be as expressive as possible to keep me there with you. Maybe I like you, maybe I don't, I don't even know this myself.

See my guides want me to stop questioning my life. They want me to stop being such a fuck, maybe I do too. When I talk to you or when I think of you, I think of what of a redemption arc that would be for me? I know that sounds weird, but I think of how I could do 'right' by you.

So, technically, no, I don't want you to crush on me because I would not deserve you. But I also want you to be with me because I want to have you. Does that make me an asshole? I suppose it does.

Look, I know how to get you on your knees. I know how to kiss you, I'm experienced, I know. I know where to push your button, what to flirt, what to say, I do this naturally. It's like god gave me one gift and it's flirting without actually intending to flirt.

I get in a lot of trouble for that.

Like you for instance. You're my trouble. You're my death. You are the one person I can't get off my mind and it bothers me because I can't come forward to you and give you this sorry excuse of a person that I am right now. I really can't. Will you forgive me for not saying anything? If you ask me about my feelings, my love, I will most likely just ignore it or just be rude. I know, I can't have you.

You do NOT deserve me. I'm so sorry. I don't want you to want me, yet I do. Yet I thrive on it. Yet I am so sick that I would get off on it. I want you to want me, it's a game, alright? It's a game. I thrive on the thrill. I thrive on chasing. I thrive on flirting. This is a mad world and you're making it worse.

If you'd give me a chance, if by some miracle you'd be able to tame the fucktard that I am, would you be able to put up with my non-commital energy? Would you? See, you don't want this. I know you do.

My guides don't want this for you.

I'm sorry,

Your idiot.

Pile 3: “We used to come here; she’d wait for hours for me when I couldn’t make it. And I’d wait for her if her family kept her in.”

Your person is very feminine. I see someone who is shy, gives off introverted vibes or might just be a person who doesn't express what's going on with them all the time. They have a hard time texting others first, they might wait on texts instead. I feel like they are someone who thinks fondly of you.

Mr/Mrs *insert your name*,

I didn't know it could feel like this. Ha, who would've thought that, ME of all people would like you like some childish crush, though, the child in me still dreams of my shining knight. Are you that person? My shining hero, you might think I read too much fantasy novels or that I'm too obsessed with that one band, haha, I know, I am. I may talk too much about my one interest because It's all I think of. It's where I want to be, want to dream of, it's where my mind wanders and what keeps me occupied. I know you're not like that, or maybe you are, but you don't show it that easily.

I do like you. There, I said it. I want to be polite. I want to court you properly, when I do gather the courage to actually do that. I feel like somehow you might be the one person for me. Therefore, I find you irresistable. Because of that connection between us. We might already be friends, or well, we hang around one another, but I think you and I could be something more.

It had to be you. It just had to be you. That's what Barbra Streisand sings in the song "It had to be you" with Michael Bublé. I am on a cloud. Because I dream too much, I might seem like I am zoning out at times. That's what you do to me. You make me zone out and dream of many things. Sometimes my mind wanders back to those idols though, haha, or my favourite celebrities or games or book characters. But it mostly is you.

I would like to tell you how you inspire me. I am not an artistic person, but if I was, I would draw you. I would paint you. I would want to paint your soul. Does that sound too weird? Probably. See, when I think of you, I think of how you would be the most perfect thing to be laying beside me. To be holding hands with as we walk through an autumn world forest, to get a hot drink with in the cold winter, to meet up with for lunch or dinner. I think of you kindly, admiring and I hope you don't think I'm coming off too strongly on you because yes, I recipocrate this crush you have on me.

Even if you're not sure if you crush on me, I would not mind. Technically, I'm yours. I want to be yours. I might not be too responsible sometimes, I might not take the lead in things but I promise you that I can do that if you allowed me the time to adjust to you, to being around you, and not just you in my head.

I could ramble on and on about you in my head. I don't have many friends and the people I talk to I do mention you. Sometimes when I see something that reminds me of you, like something I see in a store window and I am like, you would like that shit, I'm almost tempted to buy it as a gift. I like gift giving. But I am bad with receiving it. I would really like if we could give each other book or song recommendations, maybe exchange poems. I secretly would give you a poem that explains my feelings for you, not going to lie about that.

Yeah, that's what it is. I sometimes feel like I have no appetite. I don't want to eat when I think of you. I can't get my head straight some days. And then I just focus only on stories. Books. My interests. I would like to get to know your interests too. Sometimes I worry that I am not good enough for you. Or that you would not want me. It keeps me silent. Truly.

It's stupid, I know. I might not come from a good background. My family life was not something that brought me joy and that kept me in my books and my internal world. Or it was my school but I hope that you might want to be my family.

Or is that too much? I'll convince you of how great that would be. :)

Yours truly,

*insert their name*

Pile 4: “A man needs to prove he is better than me, rather than show me his birth certificate.”

This is a soft masculine energy. He comes off hard on the outside. I am getting a definite 'he' but it could also be someone that is considered a butch energy, has macho energy or a person with very masculine energy. Technically it doesn't matter but this person has a message for you and it's coming. :) They're a bit mysterious.

My Destiny.

You feel like my destiny. You know I am a religious person, I think a certain way about life that might be philosophical, it might be faith, it just is my faith. I want you to know that when you're not around, I think of you as special. The song, I am a Creep, by radiohead, you like that one don't you?

Why do I have the feeling that you're after the bad guy. That you're after someone who looks dangerous, could be dangerous and that I would be that person for you. Why do you give me those eyes? That stare? That smirk? You're playing coy but I know that you fantasize about me like I am some devil in the sheets.

I really am not. *Snort*. Truly, you'll think of me less than that. Sometimes I worry that you think of me in a way where you're making this up. About me, information just gets distorted or you make something up in your mind that doesn't truly fit my personality. I would say that I don't mind you doing this, I think it's kind off cute. I think you're cute.

Some days, I wonder what you're doing. Only some days. Like those moments when it's night, you're sitting on the couch or in the tub and I am contemplating what to do now that my phone died (I might just be addicted to my phone) and I think of you in those moments of disconnect. I can watch the moon or I can look up at the nightsky and wonder if you're my person.

I like witches. Eh, did I say that? Yep. You're like a witch to me. Not in a bad way, more like in the way that "I know my girlfirend is a witch" vibe. You are mysterious to me. Something about you that I can't pinpoint my finger on. Something mysterious. It draws me in, but at the same time I don't want to be drawn in by you.

It's a push and pull with my feelings of my heart and my body and my mind. It's like this, I don't think you fit in my ordinairy life. You should do something with someone that fits your life. We might just be dating other people or you might feel unavailable emotionally to me, which is something I can't help but only you can, truly.

Still... I do think of you softly. In the quiet moments. My mind lingers on you. You're my favourite happy place where my thoughts can wander to. My favourite thing to relax, I don't know maybe your body is too. You know how I would love to relax with you, sweaty, together and being intimate in a way that makes you blush if I would ever talk about it nonchalantly in public day light.

I'd like to take you to a restaurant. You'd like that, huh? I know, I am smug when I think I know something about you but truly, i'm just a clueless fool wanting your attention when all but nothing you're just this goddess that could ruin me if you tried.

You don't even have to try, truly. I'm already broken, that's my secret.

I don't fear breaking my heart. So, if you do want to chase this? Chase me, darling.

I am ready.

But, let me say one more thing before I end this message. That dress, those trousers, that favourite clothing item you own, the one that looks comfortable, but isn't? Ehm, yeah, I have thought about you in that exact piece and eh- shamefully have fantasies about you wearing that fucking thing. Sorry, I get carried away when it's you, I really do.

You didn't expect this, did you? I know you think me the person you'd think is your type but you might need to re-arrange your expectations about me. I will disappoint you, I know that I will, I can't do nothing right in my life, why would I do right by you?

I sound like I hate myself. Perhaps I do.

Will you love me then, honey?

You know who I am.

Thankyou for reading this pick a card! I hope the message resonates and that you're able to enjoy this little crush reveal or did not enjoy this crush disappointment. The energies were very different and some messages aren't entirely the same but take whatever resonates, not what doesn't, if your gut feeling says those words weren't from your crush or s/o then they're not.

All the love, elias.

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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For Asmo eh? Then may I please ask for a scenario? Mc surprises Asmo for a spa date but it ends in sex please

@crazyyanderefangirlfan

Nsfw content MDNI

Giggling like a fool writing this one~! it might not be perfect but I had fun with it! Thanks for requesting Yan <3 CW: possible typos I’m sorry and dyslexic Fem!Reader, lots of kisses! + an attempt at plot for a change- Pet names and fairly soft sex honestly.

Asmo’s always treating you to the newest spa treatments or taking you to the hottest places in the Devildom! So what better way to celebrate his birthday? and get some alone time!- then to take him out to a little family owned spa you’d found a few days earlier while scrolling through the Devildom equivalent of google.

You’d made reservations to have the whole spa to yourselves and everything!

The morning of his birthday you surprised Asmo with the reservation and after getting a few kisses as thanks ofc~ the two of you drive to the little spa.

Almost immediately making your way to the little on site hot spring~

Asmo’s holding your hand and laughing the whole time, “Sweetie~! This is amazing, come on let’s get in already!” Asmo starts half tugging at your shirt to help you strip and you laugh. “I can undress myself Asmo, how about you get the robes? They should still be in the house.” Asmo nods, giving you one last kiss on the cheek and running back inside.

You sigh happily and look around the little walled yard, stepping back inside for a moment to take off your clothes, you start blushing. Even though you know. Nobody else is here it’s still a bit embarrassing to just strip on the back porch. But you hurry up, setting your clothes in a neat little pile off to the side and then half running to get into the warm water. Just as the water hits your chest, you can hear Asmo’s footsteps then giggling, “Oh, my~ what a view~” he teases as you turn to face him sinking into the water a little more, “Just hurry up and get in.” You half pout, looking up at Asmo (who already changed into his robe inside) “I’m coming~ I know, you just can’t wait to see more of me~” Asmo keeps teasing you as he slides his robe off. Setting in with yours on a nearby rock and walking into the water. Immediately walking over to you and pulling you in for a kiss. “Hehe~ I really can’t thank you enough sweetheart! This is an amazing birthday present.” you laugh and kiss him again “It’s not much. But I’m glad you like it.” Asmo gasps “Not much? Sweetie, I don’t know many people who would rent out a spa for me.” “Any of your fans would.” You counter and Asmo rolls his eyes “But I wouldn’t have fun with them! It’s only special because I’m with you~” Asmo kisses you again, nipping at you bottom lip, before sliding his tongue into your mouth. Leaving absolutely no room for argument.

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Stepping out of the warm water about an hour later, you use the towel provided and dry off a little bit before slipping into your own fluffy robe.

Asmo gets out behind you, you turn to watch, enjoying the way water runs down his shoulders over his chest and lower~ “You’re staring sweetheart~ although I can hardly blame you!” Asmo giggles walking over to you and dying his hair a bit before slipping on his own robe “So? What’s next?” He smiles at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Next, is a massage! Done by yours truly~” you grin. Grabbing Asmo’s hand, taking him back inside to one of the little side rooms that’s set up like a massage studio.

Entering the room you look around a bit, before tuning back to Asmo and making a ‘ta-da’ motion.

Asmo looks around and his eyes land on the massaging table, he grabs your hand again and walks over, gently setting you one the edge, “Lay down, sweetie~”

His voice is so soft, so sweet, and your already relaxed body melts at the sound of it. But wait! You’re supposed to be treating him and you say so, “But Asmo-“ “No buts! You’ve already spoiled me today! and I promise this is what, I want~ now, lay down.”

You huff out one more protest and Asmo leans forward and kisses you to stop it “Just lay down~” you do as you’re told, slipping out of your fluffy bathrobe and fully laying down on on your front.

You’re completely naked for a minute at most another moment before he drapes a towel across your backside. You wonder why he covers you, considering he’s still as nude as the day he was born. Not that you mind. You just don’t see the point as you turn your head to watch Asmo.

You watch as he pours some rose scented oil into his hands and warms it between his palms, slowly as if he’s putting on a show (ofc he is~) coating his fingers with it. You sigh in anticipation, resting your cheek on your folded arms.

Asmo’s hands are so soft as they begin to work at the knots in your back, feather light touches mixed with hard rubbing to keep you relaxed, his hands feel so warm against your skin as, they work your skin with skill and care.

A sound like a moan, or a whine, slips past your lips as hands roam higher and his thumbs rub firm circles into your shoulders, practically evaporating any tension present in your muscles.

Asmo only just started, and your body already feels like jelly.

“Lucifer’s been working you too hard! If only he could feel these knots he’d be ashamed.” Asmo says working another knot out of your shoulder before, his hands move down your back. “No…..well maybe a bit….” you trail off, before sighing contentedly as Asmo’s hands move lower.

Asmo almost laughs at the way your our argument died in your throat and places a few light kisses down the middle of your spine. “Seriously, your muscles are too tight!” Asmo tries arguing again, and you cut in, “I thought you loved that about me~” you tease and Asmo gasps dramatically “Hey! You know I do~! And that’s not what I meant.”

It’s your turn to gasp as his thumb presses a particularly tender spot and a wanton moan slips past your lips.

His hands smooth over the length of your back, from the nape of your neck, to the very all the way down to the top of the towel, carefully, sweetly, rubbing and caressing your skin ever inch of the way,

Suddenly Asmo stops for a second and squirt a little extra oil on your skin. You squeak out a small protest at the cold oil, and Asmo only lets out a small laugh before he’s back to touching you.

All the way up your spine and back down, a little lower this time, as his fingers slip underneath the towel, just barely running his finger tips over the curve of your ass.

Asmo does the same thing again. Up your back and then his hands slip underneath the towel moving a little further the second time.

You half wonder again why he covered you? The towel really is pointless after the bath.

With that thought in mind you reach one hand down and tug it off, a satisfied hum leaving you when the towel hits the floor, you can hear the amused giggle Asmo let’s out at, your action, and the little “What a tease~” he whispers before he takes it as an invitation to massage your hips, and then your ass, fondling and rubbing over the newly exposed skin.

You sigh and let out your own happy giggle as his hands, feeling another kind of pleasure start building up inside you as Asmo moves to work on your legs, tenderly squeezing at the soft skin. You gasp and sigh quietly as his thumbs dip between your legs, hands softly brushing the your inner thighs, not even an inch away from where you’re starting to need them. To need him.

You’re so relaxed and happy and aroused. Your thighs press together at the tingling sensation builds between them. Asmo’s thumbs travel dangerously close to your wet pussy again, though he pulls his hands away before he can touch you there.

A few more teasing kisses across your lower back before he pulls away, humming in thought, “Maybe we should move to a different bed~?” he suggests his voice still light and soft, “Asmo…need you now…please?”

Asmo giggles one last time and helps you move to sit up on the table, facing him, as he steps between your legs, his lips meeting yours for a few more quick kisses.

You can feel his hard on into presses into your stomach as you keep kissing him, finally tugging his robe off.

You feel a wave of satisfied pleasure when you see just how hard he is as his robe falls to the floor.

As his lips move to your neck in hot open mouthed kisses, his hand snaking lower again moving over your tummy, still traveling lower and you feel a little jolt of pleasure as his skilled fingers start playing with your clit.

Moans fall freely from your mouth, and Asmo loves it. Every sound you make is like a little reward for him~

The pleasure builds within you, but he’s not ready for you to cum yet.

Slowly easing up when you get too close, “Asmo…please?” You whine again and he only smiles at you “Soon, MC, soon. Just hang on to me~”

Asmo pulls away from your clit and hooks one hand under each of your thighs wrapping them around his as he stays standing beside the table, letting go of one of your legs Asmo moves to angle his cock so that his it’s head sits just inside your wet hole as you brace for the stretch.

Asmo might not be the biggest demon you’ve taken, but he’s still on the larger side and every time he fucks you, you feel so full~ and he takes Great pleasure in that~

He’s slow as he slides into you, letting your body adjust, and take in every inch.

“Oh~ MC~” he moans in your ear as he stops his thrust, finally “So good for me~ my perfect little present~” Asmo sighs against your lips as he starts moving his hips again

“Asmo~” you moan out as he begins to fuck you, “Yes~? I’m right here sweetheart~” Asmo can’t stop teasing you as he moves to kiss his way down you neck and across your chest.

Moaning his own appreciation for you~ and the pleasure you give him.

You shakenly nod as you whimper, “You’re doing so good~ always so good for me, taking everything I’ll give you right~?” “Mmmhhh!”

You can only nod and moan as you feel your high getting closer, Asmo can feel it too and he slides a hand back down in between the two of you and starts, playing with your poor clit again and that’s all it takes for your orgasm to come crashing over, your body shakes as Asmo keeps moving “Almost, ahh~ almost sweetie~ just hang on to me ‘kay?” as if you could do anything else as you grab onto his shoulders as he overstimulates you.

A few more thrusts and he’s cumming inside you. Asmo’s breaths become a high whine of pleasure as he does so and he kisses you eagerly.

A few minutes of heavy breathing and soft kisses, pass before Asmo asks with a smirk on his lip,

“Feeling loser now?” You playfully smack his chest as Asmo frowns “Ouch!” “Oh, you know I feel better! But what about you~” you move to kiss down his neck this time and he eagerly bares it for you, “Welllll, I wouldn’t mind going again~ it is my birthday after all~”

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falkarph · 10 days

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DRAGON'S DOGMA 2 STARTERS

rp prompts taken from the video game dragon's dogma 2 by capcom. some have been edited.

❛ a good sleep will ensure we’re prepared for the morrow. ❜

❛ i shall go to the grave with a smile on my lips, for i have no regrets. ❜

❛ this is the second time i’ve watched over you like this, isn’t it? ❜

❛ as i understand it, 'tis boorish to speak when you’ve naught to say, so i shall hold my tongue. ❜

❛ we‘ll see each other again, you can count on that. and when we do, you’d best be ready for the fight of your life. ❜

❛ i had nearly given up on myself, yet 'twould seem i am not without talent after all! ❜

❛ i learned the words but this is the first i use them. ❜

❛ don't bring trouble to my door, you hear? ❜

❛ 'twas never my intent to deceive you. i simply feared that if i spoke the truth, none would wish to involve themselves with me. ❜

❛ i dare not enter the palace. but i would fain escort you to the castle entrance. ❜

❛ pray visit me if you’ve the time or inclination. ❜

❛ all is preordained. even my death at thy hands. ❜

❛ there’s no shortage of ne'er-do-wells out there, willing to claim their medicine the only cure that they might inflate its price. ❜

❛ what are you doing? unhand me this instant! ❜

❛ love is as twin to madness, they say. they are bound fast, as night is to day. ❜

❛ oh, unwring your hands, you fool. as if anyone in this palace would dare say a word against me. ❜

❛ i find myself on edge when you stray from my line of sight. ❜

❛ save your honeyed words, traitor! ❜

❛ you would leave one of your own to die? ❜

❛ my efforts led only to my own ruin. ❜

❛ i believe i cautioned you to keep your drunken revelry in check. ❜

❛ they say you should be thankful for your life, but simply being alive isn’t the same as living, eh? ❜

❛ 'tisn‘t the first time i’ve taught an unseasoned whelp the meaning of betrayal. ❜

❛ my vision’s growing worse by the day i fear. ❜

❛ if i had but better known your heart, i could have shared in your burdens. ❜

❛ 'tis not my conscience that called me here, oh no. i simply cannot stomach acts of cowardice. ❜

❛ doesn’t seem like you and i are going to share a drink anytime soon. a shame, really. ❜

❛ and what business have you here, in the nobles' playground? ❜

❛ we’re lost, plain and simple. ❜

❛ 'twould seem my time here has reached its end. can’t say i‘m happy about it. ❜

❛ i possess no ill intent, i assure you! i merely wished for a closer look. ❜

❛ alas, though he was a just and goodly ruler, there is not a single person alive who remembers his name. ❜

❛ it can be a blessing to forget—and to be forgotten. ❜

❛ the flesh may rot, the soul, fragment. yet power—power endures. ❜

❛ no one has any care for me beyond my title. ❜

❛ another dogged adventurer, come to take my life? many have tried, and, as you can plainly see, all have failed. ❜

❛ naught can be achieved without sacrifice. ❜

❛ follow me. and, pray, take care not to fall behind. one can easily lose their way here. ❜

❛ if e'er you’re in need of a hearth to return to … then let it be mine. ❜

❛ i may be past my prime as a fighter—but i can still teach. ❜

❛ s‘pose it must make you feel a hero, seeing the person you caught yourself sitting behind bars. ❜

❛ do you think you can exact change in this world through good will alone? ❜

❛ reckon your road‘s been a long one. ❜

❛ i so hoped you’d visit. is that strange? ❜

❛ such knowledge has been known to cost a man his head. ❜

❛ shall we hunt a few monsters to start the day off? ❜

❛ the world shall not change with my death. ❜

❛ wilt thou slay me, or be slain? ❜

❛ 'twas all a farce and i the fool, exulting in my wooden crown. ❜

❛ do as you will. i care not what befalls me now. ❜

❛ i never knew how vast the sky was ere i left home. ❜

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Hey eggman, im curious. In a previouse post you talked about marriage and your distaste for it, and i have a couple of questions.

First, is settling down all you hate about marriage? Or are there some other things you dont like about it.

Secondly, you mentioned no one being up to par with you. Too which I agree, but in a hypothetical world, if someone could be up to your standards, what would those standerds be? What qualitys are you looking for in an ideal partner essentially?

And third, if somehow, someone matches all these requirements, however unlikely that is, would you concider a relationship? Even if your not capable of truely loving them, or fully loving them at least. I mean you do get tax benifits from it after all.

Hoping you might still have a chance with me, eh? Understandable with how incredibly desirable I am and all, heheh.

Well, I also don't like the idea of being "tied down" or "belonging to" a spouse. Absolutely not! There's not a single person deserving of me like that. I also wouldn't want to limit myself to just one person when I could have and deserve as many as I want. And it all being so serious and committed is just no fun. The vows and traditions of marriage are the far opposites of all my beliefs and there's not a single part of the typical structure of marriage that appeals to me.

Hrm, I don't know, I don't think about it... Well, it would have to be someone who:

Knows their place and accepts that marriage doesn't make them my equal or a co-ruler because I will always be superior and the only one worthy of being emperor.

Accepts that it doesn't grant them any ownership over myself, any of my stuff and especially not the world.

Is loyal, obedient, useful and willing to worship me, support me in my goals and assist me in my plans adequately when ordered.

Serves all my needs well, doesn't disrespect me and what I do or seek to change me and will let me keep my freedom without hassle.

Understand it's not something I'd structure my life around and perform commitment to.

Accepts that I'm not the soft mushy lover boy type and not complain about me not giving them the same attention that they're obligated to give me as the emperor of the Eggman Empire, just like everyone else.

If they're good at cooking that's a bonus, though it's hard to beat the expertise of my specially engineered cooking robots.

So really just the same set of rules for any of my lackeys, servants, members of the empire and anyone else. If they're going to be graced by my superior presence, they have to work for it and prove that they can give me what I deserve.

These aren't high standards in the sense that I don't deserve them because I'm the greatest scientific genius and brilliant future ruler of the world, of course. But they're high standards in the sense that I believe it's almost impossible to fulfill in a way that I'm truly most satisfied with.

I want to be treated the way I know I deserve and nothing less and I don't think anyone is equipped enough to be worthy of any of my time and my hand in marriage. Even if they do meet enough of my standards to pique interest, it doesn't last for one reason or another.

That's another reason why I've never been interested in anything long term. I like being able to hit the breaks the second someone has served their purpose or fails to please me anymore, in all types of partnerships. I'm not letting someone tie me down and act like they can remove all ability to do so.

In the very rare cases that they do meet enough of these standards well enough for me to see potential then yes, I will give it a shot. I'm an opportunist when it comes to anything that could possibly benefit and be useful to me in any way, I'd be a fool to let it slip.

Though I can never see it lasting long, especially not long enough to consider marriage. They would have to be very dedicated and continuously prove themself to me. I won't waste my time with anyone who can't prioritize me and give me what I deserve at all times.

Sure there would be the tax benefits too if I decided we could take it to the next level but it's not like I'm strapped for cash or anything, I'm a very successful self-made and business smart man! There are more important ways they could benefit me and if they can't, they're out.

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DAY 3 | It Takes Two (3/6)

Nina: Yeah, a little too late to be repentant now, Tucker: Tori's already booked to fly home tomorrow because of your little in the moment decision. But we'll get to you in a second. Over by the pool, Joey checks in with Manny about whether he's got a shot at capturing her affections this summer. From what I can tell, that's about to be a bit of an uphill battle for him. Though it looks like he's willing to put in the effort to prove that he's got what it takes to be Manny's main man! Not too far away, Tucker and Felicity talk romantic goals, to which Tucker seems to be less than interested in sharing, much to Fe's displeasure. I know we always say this isn't Friend Island, but Tucker probably would have been much better off saving Tori than putting himself in his worse case scenario. Eh, I'm sure he'll survive.

Next, we have one more couple to check in on as we zoom upstairs to the dressing rooms!

@queenofmyshuno @slothseasims @storiesbyjes2g @morrigan-sims

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Manny: So, what did you want to talk about?

Joey: Oh, nothing in particular.

Manny: Seriously? Then why the urgency?

Joey: Uh, well, I guess there was one thing. I thought we were clicking pretty well, you and I, even before today’s challenge. But you don’t seem too enthused over being coupled up with me. Guess I’m just a little confused.

Manny: Well, I would have thought that you would have at least asked me if I wanted to couple up with you before you decided for yourself. That would have been nice.

Joey: [chuckles] Alright, maybe I jumped the gun a bit, but can you blame me? Anyone would be a fool to pass up a beauty like you. And I’m not in the business of making a fool out of myself.

Manny: Uh-huh. Well, word of advice for next time: I’m not in the business of being someone’s conquest.

Manny: [in the DR] Tonight was shaping up to be a real win for me after everything that happened today, and now this. Joey really chose the worst time to go rogue. I know ultimately it doesn’t change too much for me: I’m still free to go and explore some other connections in the Villa. But it really sucks not being with who I really had my eye on.

Joey: Next time? Does that mean I should be expecting this little arrangement to go on for a while?

Manny: Not even a little bit.

Manny: Look, you’re a fun guy, Joey. I’ll admit we have some good back and forth conversation-wise. For that reason alone, I’ll let you shoot your shot. But to be clear, I won’t be closing off any other people from getting to know me. So you better be ready to step up to the competition.

Joey: Hear you loud and clear! And don’t you worry - I intend to sweep you off your feet.

Joey: [in the DR] I’d say I haven’t done too bad for myself tonight! I traded in a controlling redhead for a sexy blonde, and so far, I couldn’t be happier. Manny might be playing a little hard to get right now, but I’m sure it won’t take too much to make her realize just how good we are together. As far as I’m concerned, what competition is there really against me?

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Felicity: So! I already have an idea of what your career goals are, but tell me what it is you’re looking for here in the Villa. A future heiress to your culinary empire?

Tucker: [chuckles nervously] Not exactly. I’m not too concerned about my future girlfriend being that involved in my work. I think it’s healthy to have a little separation. I wouldn’t say that I have that many “expectations,” really. It all comes down to whether or not the chemistry is there between us. Everything else is just extra after that.

Felicity: Ahhh, I see. I sorta agree with you to an extent. I’ve definitely got my list of “must-haves,” but if a guy were to check off all my boxes but we had zero compatibility, there’s no way we’d last.

Felicity: [in the DR] I’m absolutely buzzing over the recoupling! I knew I had a pretty good shot from the get go, but nothing beats actually hearing Tucker call my name in front of everyone. And I must admit, it was satisfying seeing Manny stuck with my leftovers. [laughs] I just can’t wait to find out so much more about Tucker! He feels like the exact type of guy I’ve been searching for!

Felicity: So would you say I’m your usual type?

Tucker: I wouldn’t say I have a “type.” Like I said, it all comes down to the vibe. Felicity: Aw, come on. Physically you have to have a preference.

Tucker: Not at all. I consider what’s on the inside more important. But, I actually was hoping we could cut this short. I was hoping to pull a couple other people aside before turning in for the night.

Felicity: Uh, don’t you think that’s a little rude? We just coupled up. Before this morning, I hadn’t gotten any alone time with you, and you want to spend that time talking to other people?

Tucker: [sigh] Felicity, I’m not trying to be rude. I just--

Felicity: Just what?

Tucker: …You’re right. I…I can always have my other chats tomorrow.

Felicity: Perfect! I knew you would understand! Now, back to your dating history… Tucker: [in the DR] You don’t have to tell me how stupid a move this was. In the moment, I thought it would be better to not recouple with Tori since I wasn’t feeling anything more than friendship. But compared to Felicity, I would much prefer to still be partnered up with Tori right now. Fe’s the exact type of girl I don’t deal with. How the fuck am I gonna play this one off?

#what do yall think?#will joey be able to woo manny?#who fucking knows with the way these sims move in this house lol #ts4 #sims 4 #love island challenge #ts4 love island challenge #sims 4 love island challenge #sims of color #colourfullsims #manuela de santa #joey lee darby #tucker clarke #felicity faulk

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Author note : To begin with, I never planned on making this kind of note in the near future. However, here I am, making a mistake and accidentally posted it without further scenario. Anon whoever you are, I do hope you still got this. I'll be even more thankful if you're turn out to be my follower so it'll lessen the guilt in my heart

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Mutual

Where Ortho got fed up by his brother timidness

"Your brother."

"Ah, I understand the situatio— Huh?"

Ortho pupils dilated, shrinking upon the news. He watched at Y/n, who's cheeks rising up in vermilion red, awkwardly looking down at the ground. Ortho scanned her action from his perspective point of view, he even did further check on her heartbeat, professionally taking careful procedure to come up with a satisfying, absolute result.

"Your heart rate has accelerated up, surpassing the normal beat of pulse. My analyzation conclude, Y/n L/n had accommodate romantic feelings towar—"

"Yes, yes! So, please don't say it out loud, Ortho!" Y/n freak out, trying to silence the younger Shroud from spilling in any unnecessary information. Ortho take a moment to comprehend this entire flow of information and conversation, it was a sudden confession. Out of all days she could be honest to him, she picked this day, this time and this second.

"But… Please do me a favor!" Y/n clasps her hand together, connecting both of her palm, hand in a praying gesture. Ortho tilted his head, flaming hair dissipating by the edge into carbon oxygen. "It depends on the difficulties. However, I'm sure I can do everything when it comes to assistance!" The face that shows doubt and discomfort was evident by daylight, even Ortho didn't need to do a specific procedure to recapitulate it all.

"Ortho, I love you. I really do. You are like a sibling of mine that I cannot help but adore. So, please… On behalf of my distinguished pride… Please don't tell Idia!" Ortho could've sworn he feels his disk and circuit completely fried out. If it weren't for the fan by his system, he would've been broken by the spot.

"Eh? But, why? My calculation predicted that your confession has a 100% success rate." Y/n nip the lower of her lips, showing the sign of anxiety. There is no need to comfort her or even sweet talk her way out of this, not when her mind is preoccupied with plentiful daily scenarios.

"Well, he might not be interested… Especially since… This is me, we're talking about. Unlike others, I know how much he likes his solitude. I just can't… I can't picture him being interested in this kind of…Things you know?"

There's a saying, ignorance is bliss. Well, that is when that idiom did not fit right in this situation. And how wrong Y/n was, especially when it comes to this sort of situation.

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"O, Ortho, what are you saying?! Don't tell me your disk went fried up?!"

"Brother, I'm absolutely fine I told you! And I said, ``You need to confess to Y/n nee-san by now!``"

Idia pulled the string of his hood hiding his best red pale complexity. "No, no, no! Unlike dating sims, this is real life, I cannot reload everything when I mess up—!! What if I make a fool out of myself instead?! What if she rejected me?! What then?!" Ortho sighs, finding the two similar in certain ways. Perhaps it is true, from the information he gathered, he found out that love makes someone into an utter fool. And it proves to be right.

"Again, must I remind you of your success rate? It's 100% perfect!"

"100 out of infinite!"

The young Shroud sighs once again, finding his brother rather helpless. He cannot let this slide, not when his best friend and brother had feelings for one another. He must find a way to be the one bridge that connects the two relationships. If his brother persisted on howling up in his room, avoiding Y/n for his own sake. Very well, he'll be the one to invite her over.

"Connecting… Calling Y/n L/n…" Idia freaked out, hearing that command escape Ortho voice box. "Orth—"

Hello?

"HIEEKK—!!!" It's over, it is absolutely over for Idia. He wishes to dig a hole for himself, digging up his own grave to the core of the earth. Perishing, annihilated, disappearing from the face of the earth, more than willingly to let the ground devour him to their satisfaction.

"Y/n nee-san! Would you mind coming over to Ignihyde dorm? My brother wants to play with you again!!" Idia shakes his head aggressively, trying to tell Ortho that is not the case at all. But, his little brother ignored his silent pleading, smiling brightly at him. On that moment, Idia know he should've been afraid of his own brother more than anything.

The sibling betrayal was real, it was a traumatic event.

Idia did? Well… I mean… Of course I'll be there! Give me a minute!

Hey, henchman! Where do you think you're going?! Hey!!

I'll be there in a few minutes! See you then!

The call ended up with a click, the last thing the two ever heard was the rushing footsteps. Idia and Ortho stand in the middle of the room, the intoxicant silence that devours the two forms away. Ortho has always been a gutsy individual, or Android for his matter. And that personality of his, feared by Idia to a certain level degree, the highest one possible.

"....You're welcome, big brother!!"

"No, no, no! What do you mean you're welcome!?"

There's no need to explain any further than this. How Ortho wasted every single time, coming up with different kinds of scenarios, excuses or even sessions for each of the two interactions. There's no lying that Idia and Y/n have been wasting an awful amount of unhealthy hang outs. It was all thanks to Ortho himself, who has planned everything up ahead.

Ignoring the complaint and lament that comes from Grim and her two best friends. Saying how much the two Shroud siblings have hogged out Y/n attention all by themselves. Especially the small monster.

"No! You can't bribe me with tuna cans anymore! I want my henchman back!!" Grim was fuming in anger, stomping on his feet while looking at Ortho who was hovering from the ground.

"I'm sorry, Grim-san. But I won't allow you to interrupt her moment with my brother!"

It is adorable, how the two fight over Y/n. Knowing how she herself came voluntarily on her own and not because Ortho persuaded and pleaded at her at all. No, absolutely not. There's no such thing as him doing the puppy dog eyes, playing the card of getting upset or any of those. He absolutely did not do that. At. All.

That's a lie, but hey he needs to convince himself that is the case. For the sake of his own ship to sail and big brother's bright future. If it means he must fight with one petty and angry cat, he'll be more than willing to do so. The risk he must take for the sake of world peace he assumes himself.

On the other hand, Idia and Y/n grew much closer than before. It was all thanks to Ortho and soon he will see the end of his hard work. He'll do more investigation and search for a place to confess, the gift and everything. He'll search it all down despite knowing his brother won't like what he's doing and once threatened to take the internet search privilege away from him. Absurd, but Idia cannot bring himself to do it by the end. So, it's likely enough an empty threat.

"...tuna cans… cuddle… hey… Ortho!!" The young Shroud snapped out from his short train of thoughts, returning his attention to Grim, who remained angry up until now.

"What is it, Grim-san?"

"—?! YOU BARELY LISTEN TO WHAT I SAID!! I TOLD YOU TO RETURN Y/N BACK ALREADY!!"

And with that, Ortho plan will continue on. Until the two come into an established relationship, far from platonic itself.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS LOST EDEN Imajin Webshop Tokuten Drama CD “Goldfish Paradise: The Disaster of the Magic Goldfish” Part 1

Original title: ゴールドフィッシュパラダイス★魔金魚の災い」前篇

Source: Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN Imajin Webshop Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke, Tatsuhisa Suzuki & Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: I have been curious about this set of drama CDs ever since I saw the title. It just sounds so surreal, but everything can happen in the world of DL Tokuten CDs lol. That being said, for some reason the possibility of a fishing competition never even crossed my mind. This trio definitely is something I want to see more of though. Laito and Kino being trolls while Yuma is the only serious guy just makes for some a really funny dynamic. I’m definitely curious to find out what will go down in part two of this CD!

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Laito: …Pwaah~ There’s nothing to do. Even though I woke up early, I should have probably waited to leave the house until after sunset. I figured that hitting up town at an earlier time of the day might allow me to run into a different kind of woman, but I guess it’s not that easy. Haah-aahー I suppose I’ll kill some time at a random store until the night falls. …Wait, huh?

Laito comes to a halt.

Laito: ‘...Goldfish Paradise’? Has this bright pink entrance sign always been here? Hmー But this name…I feel like it could lead to an encounter with a youthful, feisty (1) girl! Let’s take a look inside!

He enters the store.

Laito: …Eh!? What’s up with this place!? There’s just one, dirty-looking pond in the very back of the shop…!? How am I supposed to enjoy myself here!?

Yuma walks up to him.

Yuma: …Haah!? I was wonderin’ who could have hit up this store, but if it isn’t Mr. Fedora from the Sakamaki’s… I didn’t think a bean sprout like yerself would have the guts to take part in this competition.

Laito: Hah? Competition?

Yuma: Yeah! This is the venue for the 10th edition of the Goldfish Fishing Competition!

Laito: I didn’t know that! I only came in hopes of running into a feisty young lady!

Yuma: Sorry to burst yer bubble mate, but the only people you’ll find here are a bunch of old geezers participatin’ in the competition.

Laito: Haah!? Excuse me!? Hmー It kind of feels like I got scammed…

Yuma: Anyway, if you’re just gonna stand there and do nothin’, then just go home already. The less rivals, the better for me.

Laito: So, how come you’re taking part of this competition?

Yuma: Ya see, while it may sound like a pretty borin’ competition, the prize money’s nothin’ to scoff at. I want to use that money to buy myself a new mini tractor!

Laito: Haah!? A tractor? Could you think of anything less attractive? I’m sure there’s more exciting ways to invest your money!

Yuma: Ah…? But with a tractor, a whole new world of possibilities will open up for me!

*Rustle*

Kino: …Excuse me. Could the two of you quiet down a little?

Yuma: …Ahー ‘m bad. …Wait… You’reーー!? Kino!? What are you doin’ over here spread out underneath a beach parasol? You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!

Kino: Hah? That’s none of your business is it?

Yuma: Listen. People are here to fight it out. It’s not some place to fool ‘round! Anywayーー Don’t tell me ya wandered in here by mistake as well?

Kino: I didn’t. I only came here because someone told me there was a gaming competition being held. While analog games are outside my area of expertise, I don’t really care as long as I can claim the prize money so I do plan on participating. I’ve filled out all the necessary forms as well so there’s nothing you can complain about, is there?

Yuma: Che…Well, I guess I can’t give ya crap if you’ve properly registered.

Laito: Hmー Well, I’ve got nothing better to do, so I suppose I’ll participate as well. …Well then, Kino-kun, allow me to sit down next to you.

*Rustle rustle*

Kino: Aah…? There’s not enough space, so back off.

Laito: Oh come on! I want to at least get a little taste of that ‘Paradise feel’. Come on, make some space.

*Rustle rustle*

Kino: Che…I ran into a duo of annoyances. I better win this thing real quick so I can go home, or else I’m going to end up stressed out.

Yuma: …Ah? I’m obviously takin’ this win! If ya wanna go home that badly, then just drop out right now!

Kino: No way. I need the prize money to compensate for the 100 back-to-back gacha pulls I went for in my game, or else Yuuri will not let me live it down.

Laito: Heeh…You’re quite the impulsive buyer, it seems? Then again, taking those kind of risks is all part of making the game more fun, isn’t it?

Kino: Heehー You sound like someone who knows the real joy of life.

Yuma: Haah…Somehow I ended up with some strange company.

They can hear commotion in the background.

Yuma: …Woah there, seems like we’re gonna start soon.

Laito: Hey, Yuma. Can you give me a quick and easy rundown of the rules?

Yuma: Haah…? Why do I have to bother explainin’ that shit?

Kino: Usually I’d rely on Yuuri for those kind of things, but since he’s not here with me today, I’d say you’re the next best candidate since your name only differs two letters (2) from his.

Yuma: Hah! I didn’t come here to be yer damn babysit! Listen up, since all three of us are competin’ in this thing, we’re basically rivals. So what makes ya think I’d do ya fuckers that sorta favor?

Laito: Che…I bet it’s just about who can reel in the most goldfish, right?

Yuma: …W-Who knows!

Laito: Well, it seems like the rules are easy enough to figure out ourselves. Which just leaves figuring out where the best place to fish is…I have to say, it’s a little ‘fishy’ how you haven’t moved at all from your spot, Yuma~

Yuma: …!? W-What do ya mean, ‘fishy’!? …I-I just like the view from here, that’s all! So leave me alone!

Laito: The view, you say…? All I can see is an old man in a tank top sitting about. How is that supposed to motivate you? If you can only come up with such lousy excuses, you’d be better off just saying nothing at all.

Kino: It’s kind of unfair to try and keep the winning strategy all for yourself, don’t you think? It’d make for a much more exciting competition if everyone actually has a chance at winning.

Yuma: Fuck off! As if!

*Whistle*

Laito: Oh! Seems like it has started! Umー Let’s see…

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: This is what I’d use as bait, right…?

Yuma: Idiot! Don’t just enter someone else’s fishin’ spot and take their stuff without permission! Are you a thug or somethin’!? Fuck off!

*Rustle*

Laito: What’s this~? Your reaction seems a little off? Could it be that there’s some kind of hidden secret behind this bait?

Kino: He might be trying to cheat, so I believe this calls for further investigation. Now then, hand it over.

Yuma: Haah!? Don’t be all suspicious of me! …God, I went through a lot of trouble to buy these but I guess I have no other choice…If ya want it that badly, ya can have some. Here ya go!

*Thud*

Laito: Woah there…Uwah! What are these!? They’re wriggling around and have a bunch of legs…This is out of the question…!!

Yuma: Hehe. I got it from the fishin’ store ‘round the corner ‘cause those creepy crawlers whose name escapes me at the moment are well-known for lurin’ in lots of fish. I’ll share some with ya guys so ya better accept it now!

*Woosh*

Kino: Uwah! Don’t throw it!

Yuma: Ah!? Oh come on! This is the real deal! If ya hurl one of these suckers into the pond, the fish will comeーー

Laito: Aaah, stop, time out! I don’t need you to explain in vivid detail! It’s giving me goosebumps…!

Yuma: Haah!? Everyone knows that live bait works best when fishin’, right? If you can’t handle this, then ya can forget ‘bout takin’ home the trophy.

*Wriggle wriggle*

Kino: Uwah…I can’t believe this guy has no issue touching bugs with his bare hands…Hey, while you’re add it, could you put one of those on the hook of my rod as well?

Yuma: Don’t wanna. Do it yerself.

Laito: Uwah…There’s just no way…What to do now? Do I have anything on me which could serve as bait?

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Ah, right, right! I completely forgot! I brought these macarons Reiji made with me, hoping to enjoy them together with some cute girls! If I put one of these on the hook…

*Rustle*

Laito: This should do! It’s sweet, so the female fish should flock to this like bees to honey, fufu~ …I can’t wait!

*Plop*

Yuma: Ah! What are ya doin’!? In what world could ya fish like that!? It doesn’t make sense, does it!?

Kino: Hah…? Why are you acting like you’re Mr. Logic himself? These kinds of competitions are fun because you never know what might lead to a surprising victory. Well then…I suppose I’ll use this special blend of guava juice as bait.

Laito: Eh? But you can’t attach a liquid to the hook, can you?

Kino: I’ve seen people do this on TV before but…There’s an alternative method of pouring the bait directly on top of the water’s surface and then waiting for the fish to gather, you see?

Yuma: You’re talkin’ ‘bout purse seine fishing, aren’t ya? I mean, I’m sure that’ll allow ya to haul in a bunch of them as well, but can ya pull it off in a small fishin’ pond like this? Or rather, ya really think those fish are gonna get lured in by some sticky, sweet juice?

Kino: We won’t know until we try. That being said…

*Pshhhhh*

Kino: Uwah. It turned the water into a really strange color. I wonder what exactly Yuuri put in here?

Yuma: This definitely won’t end well! I can’t believe ya fuckers keep on usin’ this weird shit as bait…What if it drives away all the fish from my spot as well!?

Laito: Not my problem~! …Well then, I wonder if I’ll hit jackspot soon?

*Blub*

Laito: Oh? Could it be…I’ve got a bite? …Ey~!

*Splash*

Laito: Ah! I reeled one in!

Yuma: You’ve gotta be shittin’ me…I can’t believe a fish would latch onto a macaron! The goldfish ‘round here must be junk eaters!

Laito: Well, in my humble opinion, those wanting to sink their teeth into those creepy crawlers instead are the real junk eaters.

*Bubble bubble*

Laito: Huh? Kino-kun, isn’t the water around you bubbling?

Kino: Hm? You’re right…? What could it be? Maybe the goldfish have gathered, lured in by the juice?

Yuma: As if!

Laito: But I can see something red which looks like a goldfish. Kino-kun, why don’t you try reeling in your rod to check?

Kino: I was going to do that either way.

*Splash*

Kino: Uwah…! Something’s tugging on the rod!

*Splash*

Kino: Ah. I got another one.

Yuma: Haah!? I can’t believe he got two back-to-back like that!?

Kino: Hahaha! I’m reeling in a whole bunch of them! These fish must be real idiots!

Laito: Uwah! Impressive! However, I’m not losing either! I do feel a little bad for Reiji, but I’m going to use up all of these macarons.

*Plop*

Laito: Hahaha~ Amazing! This competition is a piece of cake! Let’s keep this ball rolling~!

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #yuma mukami #kino #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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koopaling-au · 23 days

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How is everyone doing? Is everyone doing alright after previous events?

(Guessing you mean the storyline)

Ludwig: NO!!! Of course not!! How will Bowser react when he gets back?!?! Oh no, oh no, oh no~damn it, Koopa Kid!!

Roy: Eh, boring. If I, Larry, Wendy, or Ludwig wasn't involved, then it's not important to me. Koopa Kid...eh.

Morton: MORTON FEEL SO BAD :<

Wendy: I'm just a little worried...but y'know what? It's Koopa Kid. He'll be fine.

Iggy: I feel like things are my fault. If Koopa Kid wouldn't have gone out, he might have still been here. :< But!! I did make a friend!! :D His name is Rango!!

Lemmy: There was a creep looking for me in the castle. That's a little...disturbing, don't you think?

Larry: (shrugs) Guess I got the room to myself? It's lonely, really.

Junior: Traumatizing. I almost DIED. But I'm about to have a search party!! :D

...

Kamek: I GOT A FRIEND!!!!! :D

Troopas: I'm not your fucking friend.

Kamek: ...

Kamek: I GOT A BESTIE!!!!!!!! :D

Troopas: ...Help me.

...

Troops: LIFE IS STUPID, I HATE IT HERE, WHAT'S THE POINT OF LIFE?! IF PEOPLE ARE JUST GOING TO DIE, WHAT'S THE GODDAMN POINT IN LIVING?! I-

Trooper: He's just...mad. As for me...I feel...(whispers) guilty. :<

...

Kooky: I'm doin' fine. We are still doing well.

Kootie Pie: Yeah...

...

Cassie: Scared that Dieter is going to chase me after I spray-painted his wall. :)

...

Nabbit: Pissed. I can't get anything right.

Motley: I'm great!! :) I've been learning different dances!!

...

Pom: Same old, same old. :(

Boom: Well I got another job outside of Bowser's Castle, so that's good.

...

Topper: What events? Nothing's happened here for DAYS.

Hariet: You ran for your fucking life yesterday.

Topper: ...True.

Spewart: ...We got rid of another one of the Jaxis chewing on our plants.

Hariet: We have been working round Bowser's castle, like always.

Rango: I made a friend, y'all!! And guess who?

Spewart: Who?

Rango: The king's son!! :D

Hariet: REALLY?!

Rango: Yup :)

...

Dieter: I'm doing FUCKING AMAZING!! Nothing is going wrong so far!! No one suspects everyone!

Koopa Kid: I live in a dungeon. How do you think things are going?

Dieter: A homemade torture dungeon!! :D

Koopa Kid: Doesn't make a difference. Also, there are literally people who spray painted your wall. I think a LOT of people know what you were up to.

Dieter: You can't fool me. I KNOW that was you who spray painted the wall.

Koopa Kid: This dumbass.

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venillopewrites · 1 year

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Oh, that's a lot of new followers --

If you consider 80 a lot because I do - AHEM.

Hi, I'm Ven, or Veni, whichever feels best! Very new to this whole Tumblr dev thing, but a friend of mine told me the community here is something special so -- here I am. Trying my best on an account meant for something other than mindlessly reblogging pictures of space.

Not quite sure if an introduction post is what people usually do, but then again; It's a whole new frontier for me here, so I take the liberty of making a fool out of myself with no hesitation.

Another fun fact about yours truly is that, as much as I wish I was, I'm not a native English speaker or writer, so my sentence structures might be all over the place. Calling me out on it is free real estate, I do want to learn to be the best I can be after all.

Now then, about the game. The Erebus Project is a bit of an offshoot in a larger universe, no pun intended. Because space, eh? The entire game is set in an universe uncreatively dubbed 'Earth: 2974'. It's a working title but I haven't had the heart to change it to something more dramatic. The universe is dramatic enough as it is, taking place in the far future with scientific inventions and blunders, as you'll witness in TEP.

I can't wait to start sharing progress with you. My heart is in this project. Although I'm an adult and have to work from time to time, the game takes priority when time allows.

In the coming weeks I'll work on character introductions and worldbuilding for the blog. Hopefully it'll give you a taste of the world and people within it, both those you'll meet and just observe. Plus the alien. The catalyst of the whole adventure deserves some screen time.

Thank you so much for showing interest so far! I appreciate each and every one of you!

- Ven 🪐

#thank you again!#for your patience and interest #personal chatter

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bracketsoffear · 11 months

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I voted for Monica, but I feel the need to defend Clarimonda because they're both "eh" choices for me and I mostly picked Monica to avenge Sheevsweep, so here's some evidence from "The Spider."

"Since the window was very low, he hung with his knees practically touching the floor—a sign of the great discipline the suicide must have exercised in carrying out his design. Later, it was learned that he was a married man, a father. He had been a man of a continually happy disposition; a man who had achieved a secure place in life. There was not one written word to be found that would have shed light on his suicide… not even a will."

"On Friday morning, he came in very excited and spoke, half humorously, half seriously, of the strangely attractive power that his window had. He would not elaborate this notion and said that, in any case, it had nothing to do with the suicides; and that it would be ridiculous of him to say any more. When, on that same Friday, he failed to make his regular evening report, someone went to his room and found him hanging from the cross-bar of the window."

"It was only later, after what happened to the medical student, that anyone remembered that when the police removed Sergeant Charles-Maria Chaumié's body from the window cross-bar a large black spider crawled from the dead man's open mouth [...] When in later investigations which concerned themselves mostly with Bracquemont the servant was interrogated, he said that he had seen a similar spider crawling on the Swiss traveling salesman's shoulder when his body was removed from the window cross-bar."

"it was I who was chosen. Why? Because I was the only one who hinted that I had some plan—or the semblance of a plan. Naturally, I was bluffing. These journal entries are intended for the police. I must say that it amuses me to tell those gentlemen how neatly I fooled them [...] I take it as a good sign that I've begun my task by bamboozling the police.

[...]

'Ah, if only you had a plan. Then...' On the spot, I announced that I had such a plan, though naturally I had no such thing. Still, I hinted that my plan was brilliant, but dangerous [...] Still, I promised to describe it to him if he would give me his word that he would personally put it into effect. He made excuses, claiming he was too busy but when he asked me to give him at least a hint of my plan, I saw that I had picqued his interest. I rattled off some nonsense made up of whole cloth."

I find it interesting that one could take this as Clarimonda sees Richard manipulating his way into the room and decides to show him how it's done.

"I haven't yet said anything about Clarimonda. It is she who is my "third" reason for staying here. She is also the reason I was tempted to go to the window during the "fateful" hour last Friday. But of course, not to hang myself.

Clarimonda. Why do I call her that? I have no idea what her name is, but it ought to be Clarimonda. When finally I ask her name, I'm sure it will turn out to be Clarimonda.

[...]

I ought to say that she noticed me before I saw her; and that she was obviously interested in me. And no wonder. The whole neighborhood knows I am here, and why. Madame Dubonnet has seen to that.

[...]

At first, the idea of establishing some relationship with her simply did not occur to me. It was only that, since I was here to make observations, and, since there was nothing in the room to observe, I thought I might as well observe my neighbor—openly, professionally. Anyhow, one can't sit all day long just reading."

"She sits there, spinning on an old-fashioned spindle [...] It appears to be made of ivory; and the thread she spins is of an exceptional fineness."

"What does Clarimonda look like? I'm not quite sure. Her hair is black and wavy; her face pale. Her nose is short and finely shaped with delicate nostrils that seem to quiver. Her lips, too, are pale: and when she smiles, it seems that her small teeth are as keen as those of some beast of prey. Her eyelashes are long and dark; and her huge dark eyes have an intense glow. I guess all these details more than I know them."

"It is a curious sight: her delicate hands moving perpetually, swiftly grasping the thread, pulling it, releasing it, taking it up again; as if one were watching the indefatigable motions of an insect.

Our relationship? For the moment, still very superficial, though it feels deeper. It began with a sudden exchange of glances in which each of us noted the other. I must have pleased her, because one day she studied me a while longer, then smiled tentatively. Naturally, I smiled back."

"I tried to read, but I felt much too uneasy. Instead, I sat down at my window and gazed at Clarimonda. She too had laid her work aside. Her hands were folded in her lap. I drew my curtain wider with the window cord, so that I might see better. At the same moment, Clarimonda did the same with the curtains at her window. We exchanged smiles.

We must have spent a full hour gazing at each other."

"I waited until I was invaded by an irresistible need to go to the window—not to hang myself; but just to see Clarimonda. I sprang up and stood beside the curtain where it seemed to me I had never been able to see so clearly, though it was already dark.

Clarimonda was spinning, but her eyes looked into mine. I felt myself strangely contented even as I experienced a light sensation of fear.

The telephone rang. It was the Inspector tearing me out of my trance with his idiotic questions.

I was furious."

"I read two or three pages only to discover that I haven't understood a word. My eyes see the letters, but my brain refuses to make any sense of them. Absurd. As if my brain were posted: 'No Trespassing.' It is as if there were no room in my head for any other thought than the one: Clarimonda."

"Today, I saw a much smaller spider, a male, moving across the strong threads towards the middle of the web, but when his movements alerted the female, he drew back shyly to the edge of the web from which he made a second attempt to cross it. Finally, the female in the middle appeared attentive to his wooing, and stopped moving. The male tugged at a strand gently, then more strongly till the whole web shook. The female stayed motionless. The male moved quickly forward and the female received him quietly, calmly, giving herself over completely to his embraces. For a long minute, they hung together motionless at the center of the huge web.

Then I saw the male slowly extricating himself, one leg over the other. It was as if he wanted tactfully to leave his companion alone in the dream of love, but as he started away, the female, overwhelmed by a wild life, was after him, hunting him ruthlessly [...] Then they fell to the window-sill where the male, summoning all his strength, tried again to escape. Too late. The female already had him in her powerful grip, and was carrying him back to the center of the web. There, the place that had just served as the couch for their lascivious embraces took on quite another aspect. The lover wriggled, trying to escape from the female's wild embrace, but she was too much for him. It was not long before she had wrapped him completely in her thread, and he was helpless. Then she dug her sharp pincers into his body, and sucked full draughts of her young lover's blood. Finally, she detached herself from the pitiful and unrecognizable shell of his body and threw it out of her web.

So that is what love is like among these creatures. Well for me that I am not a spider."

"I greet her; then she greets me. Then I tap my fingers on the windowpanes. The moment she sees me doing that, she too begins tapping. I wave to her; she waves back. I move my lips as if speaking to her; she does the same. I run my hand through my sleep-disheveled hair and instantly her hand is at her forehead. It is a child's game, and we both laugh over it. Actually, she doesn't laugh. She only smiles a gently contained smile. And I smile back in the same way.

The game is not as trivial as it seems. It's not as if we were grossly imitating each other—that would weary us both. Rather, we are communicating with each other. Sometimes, telepathically, it would seem, since Clarimonda follows my movements instantaneously almost before she has had time to see them. I find myself inventing new movements, or new combinations of movements, but each time she repeats them with disconcerting speed. Sometimes. I change the order of the movements to surprise her, making whole series of gestures as rapidly as possible; or I leave out some motions and weave in others, the way children play 'Simon Says.' What is amazing is that Clarimonda never once makes a mistake, no matter how quickly I change gestures."

"It is hard for me to be sure of my feelings and harder still to think of anything that doesn't relate to Clarimonda or, what is more important, to our game. Undeniably, it is our game that concerns me. Nothing else—and this is what I understand least of all.

There is no doubt that I am drawn to Clarimonda, but with this attraction there is mingled another feeling, fear. No. That's not it either. Say rather a vague apprehension in the presence of the unknown. And this anxiety has a strangely voluptuous quality so that I am at the same time drawn to her even as I am repelled by her. It is as if I were moving in giant circles around her, sometimes coming close, sometimes retreating... back and forth, back and forth."

"I was sitting at the window, trying with all my might to stay in my chair, but the window kept drawing me. I had to resume the game with Clarimonda. And yet, the window horrified me. I saw the others hanging there: the Swiss traveling salesman, fat, with a thick neck and a grey stubbly beard; the thin artist; and the powerful police sergeant. I saw them, one after the other, hanging from the same hook, their mouths open, their tongues sticking out. And then, I saw myself among them.

Oh, this unspeakable fear. It was clear to me that it was provoked as much by Clarimonda as by the cross-bar and the horrible hook. May she pardon me... but it is the truth. In my terror, I keep seeing the three men hanging there, their legs dragging on the floor.

And yet, the fact is I had not felt the slightest desire to hang myself; nor was I afraid that I would want to do so. No, it was the window I feared; and Clarimonda. I was sure that something horrid was going to happen."

"I told him that I was getting to the bottom of the matter, but I begged him not to question me just then. That very soon I would be in a position to make important revelations. Strangely enough, though I was lying to him. I myself had the feeling that I was telling the truth. Even now, against my will, I have that same conviction."

"Yes, the game. We played it again. And nothing else. Nothing at all.

Sometimes I wonder what is happening to me? What is it I want? Where is all this leading? I know the answer: there is nothing else I want except what is happening. It is what I want... what I long for. This only.

Clarimonda and I have spoken with each other in the course of the last few days, but very briefly; scarcely a word. Sometimes we moved our lips, but more often we just looked at each other with deep understanding.

I was right about Clarimonda's reproachful look because I went out with the Inspector last Friday. I asked her to forgive me. I said it was stupid of me, and spiteful to have gone. She forgave me, and I promised never to leave the window again. We kissed, pressing our lips against each of our windowpanes."

"If only I were not so frightened. Sometimes my terror slumbers and I forget it for a few moments, then it wakes and does not leave me. The fear is like a poor mouse trying to escape the grip of a powerful serpent. Just wait a bit, poor sad terror. Very soon, the serpent love will devour you."

"I have made a discovery: I don't play with Clarimonda. She plays with me.

[...]

I had gone through a long series of gestures at the window, and not one of the patterns had been mine.

I had the feeling, once more, that I was standing before Clarimonda's wide open door, through which, though I stared. I could see nothing but a dark void. I knew, too, that if I chose to turn from that door now. I might be saved; and that I still had the power to leave. And yet, I did not leave—because I felt myself at the very edge of the mystery: as if I were holding the secret in my hands.

'Paris! You will conquer Paris,' I thought. And in that instant, Paris was more powerful than Clarimonda.

I don't think about that any more. Now, I feel only love. Love, and a delicious terror.

[...]

it occurred to me to rub the side of my nose; instead I found myself pressing my lips to the windowpane. I tried to drum with my fingers on the window sill; instead, I brushed my fingers through my hair. And so I understood that it was not that Clarimonda did what I did. Rather, my gestures followed her lead and with such lightning rapidity that we seemed to be moving simultaneously. I, who had been so proud because I thought I had been influencing her, I was in fact being influenced by her. Her influence… so gentle… so delightful.

[...]

It seemed to me that it was not I who was doing all this. It was a stranger whom I was watching.

But, of course, I was mistaken. It was I making the gesture, and the person watching me was the stranger; that very same stranger who, not long ago, was so sure that he was on the edge of a great discovery. In any case, it was not I.

Of what use to me is this discovery? I am here to do Clarimonda's will. Clarimonda, whom I love with an anguished heart."

"I have cut the telephone cord. I have no wish to be continually disturbed by the idiotic inspector just as the mysterious hour arrives.

God. Why did I write that? Not a word of it is true. It is as if someone else were directing my pen.

But I want to... want to... to write the truth here... though it is costing me great effort. But I want to... once more... do what I want.

I have cut the telephone cord... ah...

Because I had to... there it is. Had to...

We stood at our windows this morning and played the game, which is now different from what it was yesterday. Clarimonda makes a movement and I resist it for as long as I can. Then I give in and do what she wants without further struggle. I can hardly express what a joy it is to be so conquered; to surrender entirely to her will."

"She takes the cord. It is red, just like the cord in my window. She ties a noose and hangs the cord on the hook in the window cross-bar.

She sits down and smiles.

No. Fear is no longer what I feel. Rather, it is a sort of oppressive terror which I would not want to avoid for anything in the world. Its grip is irresistible, profoundly cruel, and voluptuous in its attraction.

I could go to the window, and do what she wants me to do, but I wait. I struggle. I resist though I feel a mounting fascination that becomes more intense each minute."

"I won't, and yet I know very well that I have to... have to look at her. I must... must... and then... all that follows.

If I still wait, it is only to prolong this exquisite torture. Yes, that's it. This breathless anguish is my supreme delight. I write quickly, quickly... just so I can continue to sit here; so I can attenuate these seconds of pain.

Again, terror. Again. I know that I will look toward her. That I will stand up. That I will hang myself.

That doesn't frighten me. That is beautiful... even precious.

There is something else. What will happen afterwards? I don't know, but since my torment is so delicious. I feel... feel that something horrible must follow.

Think... think... Write something. Anything at all... to keep from looking toward her..."

"He found the body of the student Richard Bracquemont hanging from the cross-bar of the window in room No. 7, in the same position as each of his three predecessors.

The expression on the student's face, however, was different, reflecting an appalling fear.

Bracquemont's eyes were wide open and bulging from their sockets. His lips were drawn into a rictus, and his jaws were clamped together. A huge black spider whose body was dotted with purple spots lay crushed and nearly bitten in two between his teeth.

On the table, there lay the student's journal. The inspector read it and went immediately to investigate the house across the street. What he learned was that the second floor of that building had not been lived in for many months."

Ah damn, I think I picked the wrong one.

OK, that settles it, vote Clarimonda.

#asks #character propaganda #web poll #suicide mention

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rainrise · 1 year

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『Scorpio's Venom』 Capture your heart/Chapter 1

〖Translated by RainRise〗

Tomoya: Thank you for your hard work, Hakaze-senpai. May I come with you?

Kaoru: Are you alone today? I can't find the other members of Ra*bits.

Tomoya: Yes. I was recording a drama until a while ago.

Kaoru: Are you going to appear in a drama again? As expected of a popular actor~♪

Tomoya: No, it's not for sale. A child in the same office got sick, so I'm substitute him.

I played the role of a mob who didn't even have a name, and I only had a few lines.

Kaoru: Hmm..... Why did Tomoya-kun take over?

Even a rookie can play such a role, right? I have a feeling that Tomoya-kun won't even come out.

Tomoya: I applied for it. The staff at the office was in trouble just before, so I thought it would be a good experience.

Kaoru: Experience?

Tomoya: The movement of the gaze, Melting into the place. Because there are not many lines, there are techniques that can be refined.

It's a good opportunity for the creators to remember your face. Just because it's a small role, you can't be a fool.

What~? Sorry for being arrogant.

Kaoru: It doesn't matter.

Kaoru: ....…I see, there is also such a way of thinking.

Basically only offers, no opportunities to play small roles I didn't notice.

Scales fell from my eyes. Thank you Tomoya-kun.

Tomoya: No way..... Isn't Hakaze-senpai the most popular person?

During this time, you appeared in a youth drama about tennis, right?

Kaoru: Haha, did you see it? It's embarrassing.

Tomoya: How could you say that? It was great. The role of the hot-blooded department manager was like!

Kaoru: Really? Koga-kun laughed at me because I looked like a different person.

Tomoya: That must be a compliment. Because an actor is someone who can become someone else.

Kaoru: I don't think so..... Tomoya-kun is kind, aren't you?

Sometimes they tell me what I need to improve, but basically they give me compliments. I feel like I'm spoiled.

Tomoya: You're not the only one. Other people also praised seniors, like Anzu-san.

Kaoru: Eh..... Anzu-chan?

Tomoya: Yes. Actually, I watched the youth drama I mentioned earlier in the dressing room with Anzu-san during break time.

When the offer came, it was Anzu-san who recommended Hakaze-senpai. It seems that people around me were worried that I might be miscast...

I thought seniors could do it, so I'm glad that you're being recommended it.

Kaoru: E, he~e. Is that so..

(I didn't know.... Myself suspected that the cast was wrong. But Anzu-chan...)

(I wonder if Tomoya-kun knows why he recommended me. I'd like to hear more about it.)

(... Let's not do that. It sounds strange when you listen to it.)

Tomoya: What's wrong, Hakaze-senpai?

Kaoru: N-no, nothing.

Eum... Now that you've brought up the topic, may I ask you about your acting?

In playing a hot-blooded man, there is a part where I hesitated until the end. Right?

Tomoya: Oh, yes. I'll be happy if it's okay with me.

《After a While》

Kaoru: (...I'm glad I got to talk with Tomoya-kun about acting. After all, it's not enough to just imitate someone you know.)

(Tasho ended up becoming a hot character because he was too conscious of Moricchi, where he should have left his own personality.)

(It was well received at the scene, and Tomoya-kun also said, ``I didn't feel uncomfortable.'')

(There is no point in being cast just by copying. Even though I had Anzu-chan recommend me.)

........

(.....Anzu-chan, why did you choose me? What did you think when you saw my acting?)

(I couldn't ask Tomoya-kun, but... I'm curious, so I think I'll ask him directly.)

(It's just about work. As an actor, I'm just asking for his opinion, so I should be able to talk without thinking about it.)

(Hmm? This voice like Anzu-chan....)

(.....and Moricchi?)

Chiaki: ━━Hmmm, is that day difficult? Even Anzu can't do anything...

Don't make that face. Sadness doesn't suit you.

....haha. Alright, I tried quoting the lines of my favorite hero then.

But it is also sincere. I don't want to bother you.

I'm glad that you took me seriously. Thank you, Anzu.

Kaoru: (Eh, what kind of atmosphere is that? Isn't it a good feeling?)

(I'm curious about what you're talking about, but it's hard to interrupt.)

(Let's pretend I didn't see it just now, I'll see you later, Anzu-chan――)

Chiaki: Hmm?

Oi, Hakaze! Isn't it Hakaze?!

Kaoru: Oh no..

Note: Moricchi is Chiaki name made by Kaoru

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Capture your heart/Chapter 1: END

Story Details:

Story type: Scout

Story: Scorpio's Venom

Story by: ゆーます

Collaborator: -

Character in this story: Kaoru Hakaze, Tomoya Mashiro, Chiaki Morisawa

Reminder: I didn't create this, but I translated it. So please if you want to repost in any platform, ask me first or credits me.

I'm sorry if there's any mistakes. Happy reading all!

(All - Next) Thank you for reading!

#kaoru #kaoru hakaze #chiaki icons #chiaki morisawa #ensemble stars #enstars #tomoya mashiro #tomoya

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firespirited · 9 months

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10 hours of sleep undid whatever was scrambling my brain. What a relief. Slow day, still had pain but the difference when you aren't being swamped by the various thoughts and signals to it being separate tabs/windows so to speak is night and day.

It took me a full hour to get past the first five minutes of Malpertuis 1971. Kept getting distracted or forgetting. It was odd, atmospheric and, eh, not really for me. It started going somewhere with the American Gods style concept that gods fade without belief and then threw plot threads at the wall and left it all unfinished.

I often find myself enjoying films labelled boring if there's a lot of meaningful dialogue and emotion (In the mood for love, Dinner with André) but little action or if the slow moments are deliberate to allow you to mull over a concept (Solaryis) but films that are labelled boring because it's mostly about aesthetics or moodiness aren't my jam, I could see how that would be appealing, I just haven't found many yet that tap into mine, probably a woman or ND guy directing, gothic mundane (as opposed to rich people gothic) or being very aware of nature like the end of Black Rainbow or the start of Stoker.

For now I'm happy to keep watching cult films marked 'boring' and gamble on the chance of meeting a good one, though might switch off ones like this that tell you the male gaze is going to be a big deal. In this one it was 6 minutes in with the bar brothel scene - topless ladies and statues with light up nipples is kind of a giant red flag LOL. Don't let the protag's pretty androgyny fool you into thinking this might have gay sensibilities. There's a woman character with hypersexual compulsions. 3 sex scenes that come across as way over acted. Lots of murder victims found looking gruesome. Then they used the entire prop budget on the house so the smaller props look hilariously bad.

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I managed to sort the fabric drawer and set up a few items to sew (30 minutes at a time no more). Maybe this injury is the ideal time to try the sewing machine. I've collected quite a bit of clothes hanging ribbons that would make closures without having to hand sew buttons or snaps. Something to consider in the weeks to come.

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I'd really like to schedule a final cif wash for all the glue treated monsters and just list dolls that are ready and have been for almost a year but not listed for silly reasons like Moana doesn't have clothes or what if people would prefer i remove overpainting from vintage Skipper reroots or Purrsephones nose paint is damaged. Those little things that somehow mean unfinished and thus unlistable (???)

Don't want to get to ambitious and then regret not magically having energy but I do want to write these things down so they do eventually get done. For example BMR Pazette is taking many small sessions but she's finally coming together because of lists and keeping her visible. There's a cute yellow top planned for her.

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Thx to @dollsahoy, I passed on info about the meteor shower to the family and sis went out to watch for half hour and managed to see 14 shooting stars. She's delighted.

#dolls #saf #barbie #ooak #Movie reviews #Ramblings

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yami-the-outcast · 1 year

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Dumpster Baby do a frighten

Sooooo I gave myself a lovely persona in the form of an opossum-based borrower awhile back. I think? I don’t get enough people asking things about the stuff I write to keep track of all of it. Figured I’d give ya’ll who care an actual idea of what she’s like and how she is with a simple blurb going over how she is and what she does. Playing dead is a pretty good defense mechanism for a smol, though it’s less great when you lose all senses outside of touch and can’t identify the hands holding you...

Being sucked into the tight confines of a throat was already frightening enough for a borrower, but for Yami in this instant it was far worse… Of all the tricks her body could give her to get out of a tricky situation, it had to be this eh? Playing dead? Going so limp and lifeless that no predator in their right might would aim to eat her unless they were starving? Great… absolutely.. Great… She wasn’t supposed to get herself into trouble, her job was to stick by the big guys and give them proper assistance, help boost their power while draining the poor fool who was due to get their shit wrecked…

Kinda boring, but much less so than her life before becoming one of the many borrowers the SPW kept track of. At least she had friends, people who liked her, and for once she could actually see after an exam confirmed she wasn't just squinting and was blessed with shitty vision… Wait, wait, right, back to the whole “getting eaten” thing. The possum-like borrower had been finding this mission pretty interesting so far, she didn’t get to see a lot of the world and what better way to see it than being tucked into the jacket of a giant-ass predator? No better way, even if Jotaro seemed to have a stick up his butt about being paired with her over his favorite borrower. Not like it was Yami’s fault that LB had been stuck with the vampire dude on some other mission, so no need to get snippy with her about it!

“Could you stop squirming?” the man grumbled as the borrower rearranged herself yet again, her tail rubbing against his chest uncomfortably, “before I decide to make you sit inside.” Yami pouted, “yeah, like you could do anything too physically demanding after downing me,” she gave a little smirk before quickly gripping onto the human’s shirt as she felt him reach to grab her, “no! No! I’ll be good! I’m sorry, I’m just trying to get comfy! We’ve been at this for a while now! I thought stand users attracted stand users and all that jazz. You’d think two of us would be like, a big ol’ trouble magnet.” While from this position the borrower couldn’t see it, she could pretty much feel Jotaro’s eyes rolling at this comment before he answered, “unless they know we’re here and aren’t some random tourists… Usually I’d have LB merge with something that could sniff them down, but…” He cut himself off with what was definitely not the huff of someone missing their usual partner. “I mean, I can’t play bloodhound, but I can at least try and get a bird’s-eye view,” Yami suggested with a shrug, “what I lack in common sense and brain cells, I make up for in climbing and bad jokes.” She offered a grin as Jotaro again gave off the aura of a disappointed parent before going to duck into an alley to free the borrower from his shirt, “fine, if you insist. But don’t go too far, and if anything happens you find me right away, understand?” Yami snorted as she went to scurry up a drainpipe, tiny hands clambering with ease, “be careful big guy, you talk like that and I’m gonna start to think you care about me!” She snickered as she made for the rooftops, leaving the larger stand user behind to watch her vanish over the edge, reveling in the annoyance she could practically feel radiating off of him. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could get back to his favorite borrower, she didn’t need him giving her the constant reminders that she wasn’t his first choice for this job…

Yami grumbled to herself as she scanned the nearby crowds, trying to see if she couldn’t pick out the poor sucker they’d been called to take down. The stand users were always the funkiest looking ones weren’t they? Eh, not like she had much room to talk in that regard. God, she was never going to get over being able to actually make out the individual features from people this high up. Honestly the glasses on her face might’ve been worth joining up with these crazy stand users alone, but the friends she’d been making were pretty cool too! So was actually learning how to use the crazy origami puppet that she herself wielded. Aaaaaaaand there was a weirdo ducking into an alleyway after a girl, fantastic… Jotaro had told her to go get him, and that was all fine and dandy, but there was little doubt that the girl would be in big trouble before she could regroup with the big guy. Which meant… “Oh screw this,” Yami grumbled before darting over to the rooftop overlooking the alleyway in question, looking down only to witness the man pinning the young lady against the wall, obviously spouting off some pervy lines while his stand looked like it was starting to move to do some rather.. Unsavory things… Oh, double fuck. While someone else in this position might have rethought not getting the bigger adult, or even taken a second to put together a real plan, Yami had not been kidding when she said she was a bit lacking in common sense. As such, the larger than average borrower did the only thing that she could think of, summoning Become the Hero to grip the ledge of the rooftop with one ribbon before launching herself from the roof to land on the bastard’s head. Was this a smart choice? No, not at all. Effective? Astonishingly so. Immediately the man’s attention was drawn away from his pervy ventures and to the creature that had just dropped like a rock onto his skull, rattling the both of them pretty well and causing him to stumble away from the young woman who took the opportunity to push him away and run shouting away from the scene. Yami did her best to twist her paws into the human’s hair, Become wrapping it’s ribbons around his neck in a dual attempt to keep its user from losing her grip and to hopefully drain some of this guy’s energy to keep him from kicking the crap out of her too badly. Unfortunately, this only did so well for so long, as the man slammed his head against the brick walls to stun the creature threatening to scalp him, before grabbing her and flinging her off and onto the ground with a hard thump that drove the air from Yami’s lungs, causing her stand to fizzle out of existence. Oh.. oh that wasn’t good.. Oh this was so the opposite of good. Jotaro was going to kill her if she lived through this. Without adrenaline overriding her basic instincts she could feel her muscles going limp and that was the last thing she wanted in this instant. “What the fuck is that thing!?” the man spat, glaring at the borrower on the ground before not bothering to answer his own question as he reared back a foot and kicked the offending creature away. While Yami wanted nothing more than to hiss and perhaps bite this fucker for his insolence, by now there was no going back, her eyes were sliding shut even as she slammed into the wall of the alley, certain something would be broken if she wasn’t already ragdolling. Dammit Jotaro… well, least he’d get what he wanted in the end eh? No more having to go on missions with the overgrown rat, right?

The thought drifted into her head as her vision faded and her body was gripped tight by the natural paralysis.

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When traveling with a borrower who often got mistaken for an oversized rat, you got used to responding to shouting, and as such Jotaro was drawn to the sounds of a woman screaming, catching her as she ran down the street. She said something about a man and a ghost and then this… big rat thing attacking… Oh goddamnit. Jotaro mentally cursed as he hurried the opposite way the woman had ran, glancing into every alley on his way in hopes he’d find the bastard he was looking for and the annoying borrower before she got herself killed. Shit, this is exactly why he didn’t want to be stuck with the newcomer, they were always cocky and thought they could handle things alone.. Though usually that was the human ones and not the small ones, which honestly made this whole thing worse. He understood her stand was useful, there was no denying that, but he’d rather walk into danger with someone he was familiar with than someone who’d been whining the entire time on the plane ride because her ears popped and she had no idea how to fix it. Jotaro however, despite his annoyance, felt his heart stop as he finally found where the woman had come from. The man fit his mug shot to a t, didn’t even bother trying to change his appearance, and to make it worse in his hand, flopping like a rag doll, was Yami. She looked like she’d been beaten to hell, and given the scratches and marks on the man’s face and neck there was a clear reason why. Damn kid, why the hell had she done this!? He told her to get him if she saw anything, wasn’t that clear enough instruction!? Jotaro swallowed hard, snapping himself back to the moment as the man spotted him and scowled, going to summon his stand, though before he had much of a chance the world around them froze and Star was there to stop him. While his user may have had issues with showing emotion, Star Platinum wasn’t one to shy away from shouting a resounding “Ora!” in rage over a situation, and he did so now with fervor, fists flying as the man was pummeled into a bloody pulp before he even knew what hit him. Once there was no chance of the opposing stand user to speak or otherwise fight back, Star was quick to grab the limp form of the borrower the bastard had been gripping like a toy before returning to Jotaro to drop her into his arms. Time resumed, and the fight was over before it could even start. Ignoring the groaning man on the ground, figuring the police could handle him before he was scooped up the SPW, Jotaro instead fixed his attention on the small stand user’s limp form, worry in his eyes as he desperately felt her neck for a pulse before, with no small amount of relief, Star confirmed that her heart was still beating. Her breath was weak, just barely able to be made out by his stand’s hyperactive senses, and her heart had slowed considerably, the borrower not responding when he said her name or otherwise poked and prodded her. Damn it… whatever this was, he couldn’t leave her like this in the open… So, going against every instinct in his body, he brought the borrower’s limp form up to his mouth.

--- Who was holding her, what had happened, Yami had no way of knowing at this moment. Her body wouldn’t obey her, she was deaf and blind to the world outside of her own head, and all she knew was that she was being held roughly one moment and the next by much larger hands. Whoever had her, she just hoped it wasn’t someone going to hurt her or try and sell her. She really didn’t want to get in more trouble with Jotaro than she was sure she already was… Though, much to her horror, she found herself being lowered into a warmth that she knew all-too-well at this point. Quickly enveloping her feet and legs, she could feel the throat grab at her paws to pull her down. Though the first gulp was rough, almost like her predator wasn’t exactly enjoying this. No surprise there, after all there was a reason playing dead was ingrained into her very dna. Not a whole lot of predators found an unresponsive prey to be the sort worth eating, so whoever was doing this was either cruel or perhaps fucking nuts. Though she wanted to cry out, struggle and scream in protest, another thick and awkward gulp had her engulfed in warm flesh up to her waist, then her arms were locked in, and then… Her hearing returned to her in time only to hear a long, labored gulp echo around her as she was completely devoured by her unknown predator. The world came back to the borrower in small amounts, a tingling in her fingers and toes as control of her limbs were returned, the sounds of a groaning stomach around her, clearly getting used to a larger than average “meal” inside of it, and finally the return of her sight in a blurry foggy mess. For a moment she struggled, trying to push out at the walls containing her, a hiss building in her throat before she could fully see her surroundings. This wasn’t some stranger’s belly where she was doomed to die… only one predator she knew had stomach walls this shade of purple with scars like that… “Jo.. Jo?” Yami mumbled, stopping her struggling to switch to a cautious rub of the stomach that slowly relaxed around her as she spoke. Even from here she could tell he was relieved that she was up and kicking again, his heart pounding heavily somewhere above her. Had he… really been that worried? No, that couldn’t be, it had to be from the fight he’d undoubtedly gotten in with that stand user. “If you’re done beating up my insides..,” the human grumbled, giving his stomach a pat, his abs bloated outwards from the larger than usual borrower tucked away behind them, “what happened to getting me when you saw the guy?” Yami offered a weak chuckle, “situation changed? He was going to hurt someone, and I couldn’t just let him… I know it was dumb, but.. I mean, I’m alive? Bruised to hell, but alive?” The man didn’t seem pleased with that answer, going quiet for a moment before responding, “don’t do that again… It’s not like I told you that for no reason. You got lucky this time, but who knows what’ll happen next time you throw yourself into danger and I’m not around to help you.” Yami nodded to herself at that, her face falling as she continued to idly rub the muscled walls holding her gently, not having much of a response to that. It had been dumb, there was no denying that… “... don’t scare me like that again…” Ah… The borrower paused at this, not knowing how to respond as she looked up towards the sound of Jotaro’s voice, almost swearing she could feel the darkening of his cheeks as he said this. “I.. I won’t… I’m sorry..,” she mumbled, fingers tracing a few scars, “I just… I just couldn’t do nothing.” “Given the state of his face even before Star got to him, I’d say you did a lot more than most your size would,” for a moment Jotaro almost sounded amused as he headed back towards the hotel where he’d call the SPW and give them an update on the situation, giving Yami reason to giggle slightly and start to relax.

Maybe Jotaro wasn’t so bad after all. After all, from what she could see, he really was a big softie on the inside like LB said.

#extreme cuddling #jj/ba vore #borrower oc #jj/ba oc #I don't know how else to tag v/ore stuff that is specifically soft #anxiety pocket made the world #I'm just putting my characters in it

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Didn't Have the Heart (Chapter 5)

Chapter 5: Echoes from the Past

Don't let the title fool you, this chapter is 30% fun and 70% angst (sorry guys... but it's ME3, there's no realism if Shepard doesn't go a bit crazy little by little).

By the way, I went a bit mad myself and there's like A TON of references to my previous fics of this saga, especially to Listen Before I Go (Shepard's pre-ME1 story in the Alliance) and Never Have I Ever (Where Shep, Garrus, Vega and Kaidan get mega drunk and say way too many things they shouldn't have).

I'm at that point where all my fics are connected and that's okay, because I'm 100% writing them for myself (well... 90%, if it was 100% they would be in Spanish lol)

Anyways...

Sorry this took me so long. Life happens (You can always check my tumblr to see what I'm writing and if I'm close to post a new chapter)

Summary: Shepard wakes up and has to deal with the consequences of what she did when she got drunk.

Words: 4717 Rating: Teens and up Warnings: language and drinking

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“Shepard.”

She hears her name like an echo. A whisper that retumbs through every shadow and fades on the horizon along with the rest of the scenery.

“Live… Be someone…”

Dark trees grow in thousands from her surroundings to infinity, planted through a limbo of trembling shadows and thick fog that makes it impossible to discern if there’s truly an end to the whole scenery.

“...be more.”

The air is so dense that she finds it almost impossible to breathe and think at the same time, feeling like an unknown gravity, way stronger and harsher than the one she’s used to, keeps trying to bring her down to the ground.

“Maybe in another life…”

After a few seconds of disorientation, she starts walking, moment in which the voice becomes louder, clearer and is promptly joined by many more.

“Kalahira…”

“...”

“Go back and get Alenko.”

“...”

“Someone else might have gotten it wrong.”

“...”

She crouches under the overwhelming noise, hugging her legs as she fixes her eyes on the ground in a futile attempt of concentrating on something else than the many voices that haunt her past.

“First time, eh?”

“…”

She freezes in place.

All the other voices are banished away by the appearance of the last one, which sounds so sharp and real that she is almost expecting to find its owner in front of her if her eyes ever dare to leave the ground.

Nevertheless, she keeps her sight still, along with the rest of her body, too afraid of both hearing and not hearing that specific voice ever again if she decides to move in the slightest.

“I trust your gut Dee, choose and I’ll follow.”

She shakes her head a couple of times, too tortured by the memories that are now gathering in her mind but, against her efforts, her attempt to make it all dissapear only makes things worse and, in a matter of seconds, echoes from all the past conversations with her long lost friend, start to fill the air that surrounds her.

“I’m just here because of you.” A tear starts falling slowly, way too unhurried to follow the laws of physics, somehow unaffected by the strange force that’s keeping her down to the ground.

“You already have a plan, don’t you?” She remains still, avoiding any kind of movement to see if that makes it fade away.

It doesn’t.

“Oh, come on Dee! You don’t fool anyone... You love me and you know it!” She can hear the laugh that came along with that sentence almost a decade ago floating around her, and also feel the warm embrace that came right after.

“Wait… That’s why? No… That’s the true meaning of that ring?” Her hand closes instinctively, trying to hold on onto the piece of jewelry that is no longer there. Hasn’t been for years now.

A second tear falls now.

And a third.

And a fourth.

“How about a song?”

Shepard covers her ears with her hands while the tears keep traveling steadily across her face, in a desperate attempt of silencing the voice, with every sentence hurting her more than the one before.

Nevertheless, and despite all her efforts, one last memory makes it all the way through her pain in order to give her the final strike.

“Dee, listen… Please… Do not let me become an anchor.”

Her crying stops dead the moment she hears that, feeling her heart falling apart along with whatever was left of tears and, before she has time to think about it, her body decides to move on its own, quickly redirecting her eyes against her will to search for the source of all those words.

Unfortunately, all she finds after raising her head is the familiar wall of her room, that seems now narrower than ever after her haunting visit to the vast neverending forest.

“What…?”

It takes her a few seconds to be fully awake and come to terms with where she is.

“A dream.” She says after a big sigh, observing all the details of her cabin as her mind returns to the real world. “Another dream…”

She frets about it for a second before all her other worries distract her from this one and, in no time, her head is filled once again with the burden of all of the tasks attached to the title that, for years now, has replaced her true name.

Shepard’s usual routine starts once again but, as she finishes checking her messages on her omni-tool, one remnant teardrop falls onto it, carried along from her dreams into reality.

She looks at it for a second before getting out of bed and, as she clears her face and what’s left of her sorrow on it, she heads to the elevator, trying her best to leave behind in her room, not only the tears, but the forest and the echoes that caused them in the first place.

"EDI, are Garrus or Vega alive right now?"

"If by alive you mean awake, yes. Garrus is in port observation, in his own words: taking a rest from ‘keeping the Normandy afloat’. Which I find to be a deeply inaccurate affirmation, but he insists that: ‘nothing could be more true’."

Shepard laughs a little.

"Thanks EDI."

After taking a deep breath, she presses the elevator panel and heads to the crew deck.

She's resolved to go directly to talk with her friend, before she has time to overthink or question what she wants to tell him.

Nevertheless, a familiar laugher coming from the kitchen area suddenly calls her attention, and she is unable to resist her curiosity, which leads her to lean against the hallway walls as she focuses all her senses in dropping ears in the distant conversation.

"You have to be kidding me…" Kaidan says, way too pleased by the new information he just received. "So… I'm crazy enough to forgive her, eh?"

"That's what she said."

Liara’s voice sounds very happy too, amused, she figures, by his reaction to her news.

"Nah, you just made that up to cheer me up."

"I didn't, I swear."

"Are you sure those were her words?" Kaidan asks again. "That doesn't sound like Shepard."

"I was there, Kaidan… Why are you finding it so hard to believe?"

"I don't know…" There’s a moment of silence, but Shepard doesn't need to see Liara's reaction to understand the look she’s giving him once she hears him laughing as consequence. "Okay, okay. It's just… That I see nothing to forgive.“ He clarifies. ”She did what she had to."

That last statement hits Shepard right in her heart, who suddenly starts to understand how deep the root of her guilt of having to work for Cerberus extends into her being.

"So… You'd choose differently, if given the chance again?"

"No… No, at least I don't think so. Would you?" Kaidan sighs and giggles a little. "She is right. I'm not able to go against my morals and judgment, not even for her."

Liara doesn't add anything to his reply. Shepard can imagine her staring at Kaidan, processing all he said to her with care before she actually forms a new opinion.

"Lucky for me, she says she likes that about me." Kaidan chuckles a little. "Which is ironic if you think about it…"

"What is?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure it wasn't easy for her… To go against her own wishes in the name of a greater good, and…" Kaidan takes a second to clear his throat. "I guess, that's one of the things that made me fall in love with her in the first place. The fact that she always puts everything and everyone before herself… I mean, to a point.” He laughs again and, this time around, she knows perfectly the reason why. “I can’t count how many times I’ve wished she would take better care of herself…"

Kaidan stops mid sentence and sighs.

"Sorry… I was just thinking out loud." He tells her. "It's just that I… I…”

“Yes?” Liara asks him, giving him all the time he requires to reply.

“I just wish I would’ve seen everything so clearly a year ago."

It’s difficult to pinpoint which one of them is more affected by Kaidan’s last sentence, the two members of the actual conversation, or the one this one is about, who keep listening to them from afar.

"Better late than never…"

"True."

Both of them laugh again and fall silent and, before she has time to process everything they just said, she notices a set of footsteps coming closer to her by the second.

“Hey Lola.” James greets her, appearing out of nowhere and making her jump a little. “Uff, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Shepard laughs and shakes her head a couple of times.

“No, no… It’s okay. In fact, I wanted to talk to you and your bestie, have a second?”

“My bes… Ah, Scars.” James laughs at her comment. “Yeah, of course, order and I’ll follow.”

“Great then.”

They walk together into the room and find Garrus there, sitting on one of the sofas, telling battle stories to one of the youngest soldiers of the crew.

The turian looks briefly at them before continuing talking, dedicating them a subtle nod as a greeting.

Shepard and Vega don’t even need to talk to know what to do. They just share an amused look and sit on the bar right after, pulling out a couple of beers to drink as they become silent members of the audience and let Garrus continue his stories.

They stay like that for a while. With the Turian sharing his experiences and cracking a joke here and there while everyone else listens and pays attention to everything he has to say.

After almost an hour like this, the young man excuses himself and goes away to resume his duty, leaving the three friends alone in the room.

“So…” Garrus says after a few seconds of awkward silence. “How’s it going, Shepard?”

“Great, surviving.” All of them laugh and relax a little. “How about you?”

“Well, surviving as well.” He replies. “Remind me to never accept anything that comes from Vega.”

“Hey, you asked for it, Scars.”

“And this is your second time falling for it, Garrus…” Shepard ads, joining forces with the leftenant. “I thought by now you would’ve learned your lesson. No wonder you’ve never managed to finish the whole ship’s calibrations… I think we’re asking too much of you.”

Shepard and Vega break into laughter right away, cheering in honor of her teasing by toasting their bottles mid air as they laugh.

“Ahh… I should’ve known better than getting aboard an all human ship.” He says under his breath, or in its turian counterpart, which makes his two friends laugh even more. “This is why you’re here? To make fun of me?”

“No, that’s not it…”

“Lola wants to speak with us, Scars.” James interrupts her, giving a lot of emphasis to the word ‘speak’. “I guess this is when she begs us to keep the whole ‘Alenko deal’ down to ourselves.”

The two of them smile and, to their surprise, so does Shepard, who can’t avoid finding the whole situation somewhat funny.

“No, no… I mean, I’d appreciate it if I could exercise some range of discretion, I’m not gonna lie, but this kind of thing always finds its way out. Would be nice if you tried to avoid discussing it in the open, though.”

“Yeah, you got it Shep.” Garrus says, and James nods right away, both of them reassuring his friend. “We might be a pain in the ass sometime but you can trust us, right Jimmy?”

James starts laughing and nods one more time agreeing with the turian.

“Yep, and we promise to behave a little better too…” He adds, feeling a bit guilty for everything that happened in that room not so long ago. “Or at least we’ll try our best to not corner Alenko and get him drunk.”

The three of them laugh again.

“At least it was an interesting experience…” She adds when she thinks about it. “I have to say I had a great deal of fun.”

A strange silence fills the room before any of them finds the courage to ask what they really want to know but, after a few seconds of hesitation, James finally finds a way to inquire what they’re fearing.

“I really thought you were gonna scold us…” He says with a soft tone of voice. “Isn’t that why you wanted to talk with us?”

“What? No…” She replies right away, feeling now even worse about the whole situation. “No. In fact… I wanted to apologize.”

“A… Apologize?”

Despite all the remorse, Shepard can’t avoid laughing at her friends’ expressions, which have changed from remorse to disbelief in a matter of seconds.

“Yeah. Apologize.” She confirms, after seeing the confusion in their faces. “I could blame the alcohol, which I’m sure was a deciding factor in the whole thing, but, I’m your commanding officer, and I should've known better than to guilt trip the both of you into leaving us alone in the room, no matter the fact that there was more gin than blood running through my veins when that happened.”

James’ jaw falls gradually to the ground as Shepard says all this, laughing with his eyes wild open, completely in awe of her statement.

Garrus, on the other hand, stays with a confused look for almost a minute, before everything finally clicks in his mind, starting to understand a great deal more of what Shepard said on said evening, or better said, of what he can remember, which isn’t a lot.

“Wait… Are you saying…?”

“Yes.” She confirms right away.

“That’s why you tried to make him leave…”

“Yup.” She nods again.

“And the whole ‘I’ve never had a home…’”

“Yes.” She cuts him again, this time with less enthusiasm. “And I’m really sorry about that last one. I have no excuse, no matter how much… How much…”

She struggles to find the appropriate words, so she just leaves her sentence unfinished and decides to keep drinking her beer, hoping his friends are able to understand what she wants to say.

Unfortunately for her, they are.

“... how much you wanted to bang Alenko like a door on a hurricane?”

Shepard almost chokes with her drink when she hears those words coming out of Vega’s mouth, moment in which her two friends break into laughter all at once, and, after a few seconds of general shock, she surrenders herself to the whole situation and joins in too.

“Sorry, Lola… I couldn’t help it.” James says, clearing a tear and trying to compose himself.

“Nah… That’s fine, I kinda deserve it.” She considers a sentence in her mind for a couple of seconds before she says it out loud. “And let’s be honest, you’re completely right.”

James smiles and claps a couple of times.

“Well, it’s good to know we didn’t say anything inappropriate…” He says as he stands up, getting ready to go back to his schedule.

“Oh! I mean, you totally did…” Shepard replies right away, in between chuckles. “But it takes more than the two of you, completely smashed and all, to offend me… ”

“Cool.”

“I mean… I used to deal with Udina’s shit on a regular basis, and,” she stops for a second of reflection, before adding in a lower tone of voice, “just between us, I’m kinda glad that he went mad and gave Alenko a reason to shoot at him.”

The three friends break into laughter all in unison this time around, creating a loud noise that, even if they aren’t aware of it, scares the life out of Tali, who was coincidentally near the elevator when the whole laughter started.

They stay like that for a while, to the point that, when Vega is finally able to collect himself and bid them farewell to carry on with his agenda, Shepard and Garrus are still struggling to go back to their normal selves.

After a few minutes like that, the turian regains a little of his composure and moves to sit next to her at the bar, needing a couple more seconds before he is finally able to say something.

“Ayy, Shepard…” He says as he pats her a couple of times on her back. “I’ve truly missed you.”

“You see me all the time, Garrus.” She says with a big smile on her face. “I mean, no one has spent more time with me in the last ten years…” She takes a moment there. “You were even crazy enough to follow me to Cerberus, being a turian and all that.”

“Not all of us are as strong as Kaidan, Shep.” She laughs a little before hitting him gently on his arm.

“Very funny.”

“I mean it…” He clarifies.

“Sure”

“I promise.”

Shepard directs her eyes to the ceiling for a moment and sighs.

“So… You aren’t gonna give me the ‘are you sure about Kaidan’ talk?” She asks as she redirects her sight to look at her friend.

“Maybe a few months ago I would’ve…” He admits in a repentant tone. “Not anymore.” He states, no hint of hesitation in his voice. “It takes a strong will to do something that goes against all of your own wishes and… Well.” He stops mid sentence and points at her with his open talons. “Look who I’m talking to.”

Shepard smiles one more time because of his comment, but he can see how her expression differs quite a lot from all her previous ones, finding a well of sadness the moment he meets her eyes.

“Yeah…” It’s the only thing she adds, in a calm tone of voice, lost in her own thoughts.

“You okay?”

It takes her a couple of seconds to process his words, but his question is able to bring her back to reality.

“Yeah.” She replies again, more sure and cheerful this time around. “Just a bit tired…”

“Of course.”

Garrus is aware that she isn’t telling the whole truth, but he knows his friend way too well to understand that delving deeper into the whole affair would only make things worse.

“So…” Shepard starts saying, trying to change the focus of their conversation. “Tali, eh?” Garrus smiles at her comment. “You moved fast Vakarian, she’s only been on the ship for a couple days.”

“We kept in touch…” He clarifies in a softer, almost shy, tone of voice. “When you went back to Earth. And well…”

Shepard touches his arm and smiles at him, letting him know she’s also able to understand what he means with only that much of a sentence.

“I’m glad for you two.”

“Yes… As I am for you.” He replies. “As I said before, I missed you.”

Shepard sighs, knowing there’s a hidden meaning in his last words, but unable to picture what he is truly saying.

Despite her better judgment, her curiosity ends up winning and, after a few seconds of processing everything, she finally decides to reply instead of using her standard strategy of avoiding this kind of conversation.

“You’ve said that already.”

“It is true.”

“So… You missed me since you saw me yesterday?” She asks with skepticism.

“No… No. I’ve missed you since I saw you fall along with the Normandy.”

For a second there Shepard feels completely defenseless against his comment.

A strange force appears out of nowhere and tries to rip her soul apart from within, both too similar and nothing alike what she remembers the feeling of drifting away into the vast space was like, with the gravity of Alchera sucking her into its atmosphere at complete mercy of the forces of the universe.

Despite everything going inside of her, she maintains a straight face. She even laughs a little at Garrus’ comment once the initial shock is gone, trying her best to hide or, better said, avoid all of her memories as long as she’s able.

Unfortunately for her, her friend doesn’t seem to be willing to let the whole thing go away so easily.

“I missed you for years now… The real you, that is.” He insists, trying his best, and failing miserably, to get a better understanding of what she’s really going through right now. Nevertheless, he keeps going with his speech. “And, for the first time in years, I'm starting to see glimmer of you, the real you.”

Shepard gives him a dry smile before gulping what was left of her beer with a somewhat annoyed look on her face, but that doesn’t stop him either.

“I mean, you even seem happy. Who would've thought that to be possible a few months ago?”

“You're exaggerating…” She tries to deflect again.

“Well, I guess that's another thing we have Alenko to thank for…” He turns a little to look better at her, knowing the effect the mention of Kaidan’s name is going to have on his friend.

For the first time in their whole conversation, he gives her enough time to process all of his words, instead of expecting an instant answer, and decides to continue with what he’s been meaning to tell her.

“That’s also the main reason I’m not gonna give you… What did you call it? The ‘Kaidan talk’?”

She laughs at his comment, this time for real, shaking away some of her previous feelings and memories for the moment.

“Yeah, something like that…”

Garrus smiles with her, thinking about the implications of her original sentence.

“Are people giving you shit about him already?”

“Already…” Shepard laughs again. “I’d say ‘still’ fits the whole situation.” She rests her arms on top of the bar, leaning backwards on her bar stool. “Not that I care, though…” She smiles. ”I’ve wanted this for so long that I really don’t give a…”

Shepard lets her words disappear into thin air, suddenly aware that she’s giving him more information than she wanted to say.

She waits patiently for his comeback, completely sure he is going to ask her to finish her sentence, but instead, he just looks at her for a few seconds and nods, not needing to hear this either to know what she meant.

“I understand.” Garrus finally tells her, moving to sit closer to her as he starts to smile, already amused by what he’s going to say. “And, next time someone tries to give you ‘the Kaidan talk’... Call me up.” He tells her, giving her a soft nudge on her arm. “I still owe you for the last two times you prevented me from killing someone.”

Making use of all of her strength, Shepard manages to control her grin long enough to give a comeback.

“Three…” She corrects him right away.. “But who's counting.”

The two of them start laughing at both of their comments, finding each one of them, and what they imply, as funny as the other.

They calm down quicker this time around, giving Garrus a new opportunity to strike one more time.

“Sooo…” He starts again once he has the chance. “Everything okay, then? With the whole ‘Kaidan thing’, I mean. Are you okay?”

As always, there’s only preoccupation in the tone of his voice, no judgment or will to pry on her personal life. Just overall worry about someone he cares about.

Her whole body asks her to reply right away and say ‘yes’, a self defense mechanism she’s been implementing since she can remember. Nevertheless, she manages to fight against it and attempts to slow down her thoughts, searching for a true answer to his question.

“I don’t know…” Shepard finally states, taking a small pause to think about her feelings. “I…”

“You feel guilty.” Garrus adds without any kind of doubt.

“Yes.”

“For being happy.”

“Yes.” She admits again, finding some sort of peace after saying it out loud. “Am I that easy to read?”

He smiles a little at her comment.

“Of course not, Shepard. It’s taken me a lot of years, alcohol and effort to refine the noble art of knowing what’s really going on inside of your head…” He says in between laughs. “I guess I deserve it, for deciding to have a human as my best friend.”

His last words crash against her harder than she could’ve ever imagined, bringing back echoes of her past that instantly begin to haunt her, no nightmare nor forest needed this time around.

I prefer to see you like this.

The voice of her long lost friend retumbs on her mind, replaying memories so accurately that she can almost see them.

Talking and laughing.

Shepard quickly stands up and takes a few steps. Summoning all her strength to hide from Garrus what’s really going on inside her head.

Please, stop. She says to herself, clenching her fist. Don’t start again…

Her own memories answer her begs, using the same reply that was used against her so many years ago.

I know, I know. You don't talk about that. You don’t talk about your name. Or about your family. You don’t talk about your past. Or your feelings. Or what you’ve been through…

“You okay?” Garrus asks, as careful as he’s able, knowing something is happening to her right now, but well aware that if he pushes this too far she’ll run away as fast as she’s able.

And he isn’t wrong.

“Eh? Ah, yes. Sure”

I get it. You never talk about yourself…

Shepard ignores the voice and keeps looking away from Garrus.

“I just remembered I… I…”

But you cannot deny that you're way happier now than when we met for the first time.

“I needed to talk with someone…”

“Someone?”

“Joker, I need to talk with Joker. Yes… To apologize and all that, for the whole drunken call.” She turns for just one second and forces a smile to say goodbye. “See you around, kay?”

And just like that she vanishes before Garrus is even able to comprehend what just happened, running from the whole situation in the blink of an eye.

“Okay…” He replies to the empty space she’s left behind, his mind still trying to find some kind of sense in the whole situation. “What…?”

After a few seconds of general confusion he shakes his head a couple of times, inspects the room and decides to clean a little, needing something else to focus on for a moment.

Garrus drags the stools closer to the bar and throws the two empty bottles of beer in the trash and, while he’s on it, his head keeps replaying the last few minutes of his conversation with Shepard, trying to find the moment where he crossed a line he shouldn’t have.

He’s been out of the loop with Shepard before, but this is new to him. This time around, he wasn’t expecting it and, worse of all, he has no idea of either the root of the problem nor its solution.

“...”

He quickly runs out of distractions and, the moment there’s nothing else to do, he goes back to his frozen pose and is instantly swallowed by the dilemma once again.

The fact that she reacted better than he thought she would to everything he was afraid to ask up to that point isn’t helping either, making the whole problem even harder to pinpoint.

“Maybe it's nothing and I’m obsessing over it…” He says, almost surrendering to the whole idea that if he isn’t able to find the problem, there must be none. “Yeah, that has to be it.”

He starts walking towards the door and, for a few seconds, he almost succeeds in fooling himself.

“You worry too much about nonsense, Garrus.”

His own lie works flawlessly against him for a moment there, for who could know more about Shepard than him, right? He says in his mind. If I don’t see anything…

Nevertheless, something makes him stop at the threshold, right when he’s in the middle of his inner speech, no longer able to deny what’s the real thing he needs to do in order to get some clarity.

“Ah…” He sighs at last, finally choosing to do what’s best for his friend, and not what’s easier for him to accept. “I need to talk to Kaidan.”

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*hums melody before starting to sing* loooook I made you some conteeeeeeeeeent XDDDDDDDDDD Sorry, I had to.

Errrmm... I'm going to address it in the future but, for those who didn't understand what's going on with Shep, the main character in her dreams, that she also hears at the end, is the main character in LBIG. Her best friend from training days and... Well, my Shep has the survivor background so... you can imagine the rest (and if you don't it's okay, I'm going to write it... aaaaand that fic will end in Akuze T-T) Anyway... You may now be able understand why Garrus calling her his "best friend" is so triggering for her.

Btw, don't worry, next 2 chapters are going to be more fun than angsty (I promise XD)

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December 13th, 2014.

They all waited in silence for the boss to deliver the news, vito and buster exchanged unnerved looks as a consequence of the tension and unease that filled the silent air. Yet it was louder than any explosion.

The only thing that managed to ease the tension ever so slightly was Sheila waking up and although displeased with the pain and her own failure, she was still understanding of why he did what he did.

"I mean...we did sort of...kind of...attack him first" she strung out once debriefed

That didn't mean the tension wasn't thick enough to ignite.

"Whaddya think the boss wants him for? I mean there's gotta be a reason for this right?" Zip asked once Alexis was out of earshot

"Couldn't say." Rocky's gruff voice began

"Boss was real vague with it but made it clear that he wanted 'im alive." He said rubbing his chin, trying to come up with his own theories

This time buster piped up

"She did say we might have another member of the team though..."

They all sat in silence for a bit longer before zip started getting jittery and excited again.

"If he's one of us what level do you think he is?!" He almost started jumping up and down

"With how bad he fucked y'guys up, at least level four" vito snickered

"Yeah, prolly woulda killed us to if not for vito. Nice Shot by the way" rocky looked at the younger ex mobster

"Yeah...things were going so fast I was worried I wouldn't hit 'im"

"Well it's all good now, we got the job done and that's all that matters..." Buster sighed

From this point onwards, all that could be heard were the subtle creaks of the building and the low buzz of the flourecent lights above. It was deafening.

After awhile longer, Sheila seemed to be thinking hard about something. And buster noticed.

"What's on ya mind girl, talk to me" he said concerned

"That dude...he kinda looks familiar..." she rubbed her temples

"Watcha mean?" Buster inquired

She thought about it some more and waved it off.

"Eh...probably just a fluke r'somthing."

In the other room, MT had woken from his non-consetual power nap.

What surprised him was that his hands weren't cuffed, tied or anything. He was completely mobile.

He looked ahead and saw a dark colored stick sitting behind the desk he sat at, next to him was the red stick he'd fought...how long ago was it?

The darker stick turned to him and spoke.

"Do you know why you're here?"

MT took a second to think about it, but he couldn't remeber doing anything particularly bad.

At least not bad enough to warrant THIS kind of response.

"No...no I can't say I do."

"You killed an associate of mine...Miguel Marquez..."

Is he talking about...

He already knew the answer before he even finished the thought.

He sighed

"Listen, he was trying to mug me. I couldn't just let him steal from me, I got bills to pay. And if I just said no he woul-"

"Miguel Marquez is a reckless idiot, you've done me no harm in being rid of him. In fact you saved me the trouble of getting rid of him myself." He took a drink out of the shot glass that sat in front of him

"It's not the fact that you killed him and his little clique that warranted my attention, it's HOW you did it. Whole damn alleyway was burnt to hell...only thing we could find of miguel was his gun and a part of his shirt."

"So...why am I here?" MT asked

"I have a proposition for you, and your reputation with the lower guys helped me to find your...talents much sooner."

This was where the bosses mind games began.

He knew the only way to ensure that he'd join was to fool him into thinking he was outmatched, that he had no choice.

He had to be careful though and he knew it, after all this was the last person he'd want to make an enemy out of.

"You can come work for me...you'll get money, protection and anything else you could imagine." He clasped his hands together.

"And what if it don't want to?" MT asked after considering for a bit.

Here goes nothing

The boss had to stop beads of sweat from forming on his forehead.

"You killed my men and critically injured the entirety of my team, which I see as my own family. I don't let things like these go, and i have connections in the highest of the high. The world will not be big enough for you to hide in."

The boss's stomach curled once he saw MTs tuck his head in slightly, the telltale sign that he had masters degree in violence. But he couldnt falter, the consequences would be so much worse, so instead of withering he intensified his gaze.

But this stranger...he had an aura of pure danger around him, and his gaze put absolute terror into anyone's heart. It was enough to nearly make the boss panic internally.

Shit, this isn't right! This isn't how this was supposed to go!

He fucked up and now him and everyone else were about to pay the price, he knew this after he saw his hands flex on pure instinct.

This is it!

The boss would've tried to calm him down if given a second more, but it seems as though this stranger beat him to it.

He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

"Alright, I'll do it."

The boss nearly jumped for joy, but had to maintain his composure, lest the young man catch on to his little tricks.

"Excellent, I promise you will not regret this...Alexis, take him to meet the others."

The smaller red stick nodded and beckoned MT over to the door.

As she walked the taller man down the adjacent hallway she took note of how jittery he was, a definite consequence of his latest experience with the boss and with their own encounter with him.

It'd take awhile to gain his trust for sure, she knew this already.

You're pretty nervous yourself, if vito hadn't been there...

She shut that train of thought down quickly, she couldn't handle the mere thought of losing her brothers and sisters...the worst part for her is that even in an enraged state, she didn't know if she'd be able to do anything about it.

he's... way bigger up close

She just hoped this would all go smoothly, she was usually confident but she'd never worked- hell she's never MET anyone this powerful yet simultaneously so volatile.

As they approached the door leading into the main hall where the others waited, she stopped short.

"Before we go, I thought I'd introduce myself since You're gonna be with us for awhile." He nodded in response

"My name is Alexis De la Roja, but you can call me Alexis or Rojas, I usually call the shots around here. The others, I respect them and they respect me. It'd do you alot of good to learn respect."

The two stared eachother down during the silence but it was clear that only one of them had intent in their stare.

He's scary without even trying...I like him already

"So what's your name?" She asked

Crap

He hadn't taken the time to think of another pseudonym, he couldn't let anyone know who he really was because that information could very easily end up in the wrong hands.

"Mi-marvin Thompson." He corrected

"Alright... marvin, I'll turn you lose to meet the others. Come back to me once you do, we still have some things to do." He simply grunted in response.

The tension in the main hall was broken with the creak of the door.

Needless to say they were surprised to meet eyes with the man who not too long ago had tried to kill them.

MT froze in place at the gazes that hit him and immediately prepared himself for a fight.

But he remained calm and composed, after all the shady stick had told him that he had connections. He couldn't afford to fuck up.

Zip was the first to approach, and approach he did. Fast. Like really really fast.

He sped up to him and began inspecting him.

"Man you're big!" He said before speeding around him to inspect him more, before stopping in front of him.

"Hey man, I'm Rolando but everyone calls me zip!" The smaller, obviously younger stick said

"Marvin." He answered while looking zip over himself.

The largest stick came forward and nudged zip back.

"Names James, but everyone calls me buster, me an' you got pretty close not too long ago...go ahead a check out the place if you wanna." MT remembered him, he was one of the heavy hitters for sure.

He nodded at buster and walked past him to check out the main area.

It was big, it had a few couches in front of a TV, a kitchen, gym with a sparring ring and weights, and doors leading into other rooms.

As he inspected the gym area, looking at the weights but paying extra attention to the sparring ring, complete with headgear, gloves and all.

"Hey" he heard a feminine voice behind him.

He turned around to see a woman who was slightly shorter than "buster".

The one he flew with off the roof...

At least she's not dead

"I know we had a rough greeting but I just thought I should tell you that I don't hold it against you, they forgot to tell me that we were supposed to take you alive and I was aiming for the kill. I don't hate you for doing the same."

He already liked this one.

"With that out of the way, my names Sheila. I heard when you said your name to zip marvin, you should go meet rocky and vito but you'll want to give Claudia some time. She's not happy with you but she's just protective, but she'll warm up to you real quick."

MT turned and began walking away, but heard the same voice behind him.

"Oh yea, I saw you take a liking to this area. I think we'll get along just fine!"

Don't act like we're best friends

He didn't exactly have a choice but he still didn't trust a word these sticks said, they were plotting against him for sure.

When she left, he approached the gruff looking man he fought, and an unfamiliar thinner stick.

The gruff man held his hand out to shake and MT obliged.

"was a good fight we had, I liked it alot. You can call me rocky, everyone else does along with "old timer."" The two exchanged looks of respect before the thinner man spoke up.

"Names vito, you didn't see me cuz I was the one who stopped ya from murderin' my team. No hard feelings though, at least there won't be any doubts to how strong y'are"

MT would be flattered if he weren't suspicious first.

After meeting them, he went back to Alexis as instructed, but not before getting lost in the elaborate halls of their deceptively large hideout.

"You met the others? Good now we just need to get some intelligence tests done." She handed him some papers

"We need these to see what role you can play in this team, you're part of this no matter what so you don't need to stress too hard."

In terms of intelligence, even Alexis was surprised at how...lacking he was.

He passed the basic reading comprehension but just barely, having to sound out words frequently. It was clear he wasn't formally educated but then again, neither was anyone else here save for the mobsters.

The engineering test he bombed, literally.

He took one glance at it, looked back up at Alexis and said;

"Let's just say I failed"

Before incinerating the paper.

He failed the computer science test too.

Where he really shined was combat tactics and survival skills, even did well on the medical skills portion.

For being nearly illiterate, he knew how to beat a fella down.

True to Sheila's word, Claudia placed a hand on MTs shoulder.

"It's okay, I didn't do well on the reading one either. Names Claudia by the way, if you get hurt on a job you'll come see me." Alexis smiled at the two from out of view.

She didn't know why but she could see a resemblance in the two, not physically but...she couldnt really describe it.

They didn't need to do a destructive capabilites test to know how much of a powerhouse he was.

They went through the results and made a decision.

He was the one they were gonna take with them on messy jobs, when you expected the worst.

Or he'd be used to "send a message" or to cause a diversion.

He'd probably work well as a bodyguard too.

He definitely wouldn't be going with on stealth or cyberwarfare jobs.

January 8th, 2015

It took a few weeks of passive coaxing, but they finally managed to land a job for both him and rocky.

The job was a perfect fit for the two of them, they were contracted by one of the local gangs who had connections to one of the larger crime organizations.

They had a representative who was going to discuss business with the gangs leader, a middle man. Their job was to keep him safe until he got there, that meant being nearby when he ran errands, went out to eat etc.

They were staying in a small, dingy motel by the river where the client would be dropped off and they were booked for a few days in that motel to prepare.

After all, the meeting wasn't for another few days anyways meaning they were on the clock for those few days.

Rocky drove the two of them to the hotel and parked out front.

"Well, here we are." He said as they walked in

"Not bad...looks a little like my apartment." MT looked around.

"Ain't the the truth...is it me or do all the apartments here look the same." Rocky said as he turned the TV on.

He flicked idly through the channels for awhile and MT left to go wash his clothes.

Once he loaded the machine and turned it on (while making sure his brand was still covered) he walked back to the living room only to hear a familiar announcers voice.

He turned to the TV to see rocky turned the USFC on, and it made him nauseous almost immediately.

And yet he couldn't seem to peel his eyes away.

It was a truly bloody affair, both of them had a rose-colored face mask of body fluids that dripped down their faces rapidly.

And yet neither would give ground, it was terrible to watch but he just couldn't take his eyes off it.

He was snapped out his thought process by rockys gruff voice.

"Y'like it?"

MT debated on how he'd respond...

"Not one bit..."

Rocky let out a small chuckle

"Didn't take you for a pacifist"

"No its just...y'ever wonder how this'll affect em in like 20 years?"

"Can't say I do...but I don't need t'be a brain surgeon to know gettin' hit in the head ain't good for you."

Mt started talking before he could stop himself.

"Those two...I feel so bad for them...by the time they're in their 50s they might not even remeber who they are...all those punches, they WILL come back to hit them later down the line and it'll hit em 10 fold." MT began sweating slightly

"Sounds like you're talking from experience...happen to someone y'know?"

Shit, it might happen to ME!

He didn't say this aloud, but he always worried whenever he saw interviews of older fighters. Hearing their slurred speech, forgetting what they were saying mid sentence, MT thought it was funny at first but that humor turned into one lingering thought.

How long until that's me?

"Nah...just...I don't like to see it."

They sat in silence for a bit before rocky broke it.

"I disagree, or at least I would've 20 years ago. My motto used t'be "here for a good time, not a long time" and here I am pushin' 50. How's that for Irony..."

Silence loomed over them once again, until the sports channel news came on.

The three anchors sat at the table and began discussing.

...3 weight world champion known as "marvelous" Michael tarvor was presumed dead last week after an extensive and failed search to find the former champion. Any thoughts you two?

No real thoughts just now Jim, but my heart goes out to his loved ones if he really is dead. But it really begs the question, could this have any relation to the disappearance of lightweight champ and current record holder of the longest winning streak; victor Timothy?

I'm glad you asked Mike, cuz that's been on my mind for a few weeks now. I think there may be a connection, not a direct one, but the circumstances match.

You do have a point teddy and I'm glad you brought that up cuz think about this; they were both incredibly dominant champions, they were both slaves, and they both vanished without a trace. Not only that, but they vanished at the heights of their careers, they were both still in their primes.

Thats a good point Jim, why would they leave at the heights of their careers? I mean, Timothy had just come off a big win over former long reigning bantamweight champ Antonio "Dinamita" bonavena, and tavor had just come off a sensational knockout victory over fellow legend Terry "dark" Lewis.

There is another little deet we forgot, there were rumors of both of their owners...mistreated them to say the least. I'm thinking that they didn't get wacked, maybe they escaped. Or maybe they did die, just not by someone else.

Well Mike that's also a very good point and it really begs the question; is stick slavery morally and ethically okay?

That's a topic for a whole other channel on a whole other day, Jim. But that's gonna do it for this segment, if you see this person you are encouraged to contact the proper authorities immediately

A picture of MT appeared on the screen with big red letters saying "MISSING."

Out of the corner of his eye he could see rocky looking from him to the TV.

He had to act fast.

Think of something you moron!

Running short on ideas, and with rockys suspicion growing by the half-second, he did something stupid.

He smiled at the photo.

"Heh, what'll ya know. Looks just like me, right?" He turned to rocky

Please work please please please...

This was when MT learned about manipulation.

He saw the moment when rocky stopped comparing similarities and started creating differences that didnt exist. and it worked like a charm.

"Hehe, yeah I uh....I guess so...weird"

"I thought the same thing"

"Yeah, what're the odds."

He could hear the suspicion leave rockys voice entirely.

Rocky peered towards the window and sighed.

"Well it's gettin' dark, we should get some sleep cuz we got work to do tomorrow." He shut the TV off and lead MT into the bedroom where 2 beds sat about 4 feet apart with a nightstand in between them.

Rocky fell asleep just fine, but MT barely got a wink.

He could rarely sleep by himself, but around another person...

Getting comfortable around someone means being vulnerable around someone...

Instead he lie in the dark, taking peeks at rockys bed to make sure he hadn't moved...he didn't want rocky to decide to take him out while he slept.

After what seemed like forever, fatigue seemed to overpower his sense of self preservation and his eyes shut. They did have work to do tomorrow after all.

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So this one may have been rushed, so there will most likely be a dip in quality lol.

This one was hard to get out since I wasn't too sure what I wanted to do, since I make a sub plots for each chapter that connect with the previous chapters and into the main plot.

I did a few things I normally do write about and I hope those parts at least came out okay.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to the people that put up with my shitshow of a blog, want yall to know that I appreciate it ^^

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