#not working in my desired field yet but y'know

[the-kestrels-feather]

I think the scariest thing about Nerdy Prudes Must Die is that it forced me to acknowledge TGWDLM came out 5 years ago

#nerdy prudes must die #the guy who didn't like musicals #starkid #hate this knowledge #like. i was in college. now im 25 and working fulltime. wild. #not working in my desired field yet but y'know

[c1phyb4ra]

𓆩Ghost NSFW Alphabet𓆪

Pairing: Ghost x afab!reader

⟬Hi hi, I just spent most of my shift working on this haha. My requests are open so feel free to spam it. Hope you enjoy!⟭

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

❧ He can't fall asleep easily so he'll take care of you and clean you up. Do you wat a snack? A drink? Some cuddles? You got it. He'll hold you closely, his natural body heat enveloping you like a warm blanket.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

❧ Simon probably has no love towards himself. His self esteem is practically none existent. If he had to chose though, he'd go with his hands. His large hands dwarfing yours, his hands caressing your body, his hands fingering you. Hands are just so versatile that he finds some appreciation in it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

❧ He likes to cum on your tummy, and inside you (as long as you're on the pill or have plan b at hand, he doesn't want children anytime soon. Maybe one day if you are willing to.) He feels like finishing inside of you is like a connection of both of your natural secretions. Your DNA and his mixing together as you lay there connected like two puzzle pieces.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

❧ While he doesn't like to mix his work with his personal life with you, he still lowkey wants you to call him lieutenant in bed. Also cockwarming. He really wants to but he doesn't want to bother you with his own desires, so you'll have to bring it up first.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

❧ Not very experienced. He's had a shag here and there but he struggles to feel comfortable with people enough to be tha exposed. He has an insecurity of not being able to get it up because of how closed off he is to people, but that's not actually a problem when he's with you. You always get his motor going.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

❧ Good ol' missionary does the job, he loves being able to see your fucked out face. Loves to kiss any tears of pleasure away. Eye contact during this also has him desperately rutting into you as you share a living yet intense pleasure filled gaze. Although he also likes to do the pretzel dip position to mix things up. He's always open to trying new ones though.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

❧ He's already a very stoic person as it is. Plus his jokes aren't the best. (Ex. "There are two fish in a tank, one turns to the other and says 'y'know how to drive this thing?'" Yes that's a canon voiceline.) So no jokes from him. He's focused in the moment and on pleasing you. No room for terrible jokes.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

❧ He keeps it neat. Not completely clean shaven but he does prefer to have it trimmed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

❧ Soft and sweet. He's a gentle giant with you instead of the deadly killing machine he is on the field. He'll softly run his calloused hands over your body, committing your entire body to memory as he lovingly fucks you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

❧ He doesn't do it particularly often. His sex drive is always suppressed when he's on the field so it's rare for him to take a moment and touch himself while thinking of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

❧ Major body worship lover. Both giving and receiving. Total praise kink, even the most innocent of compliments or encouragement can get him going. Pet names too.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

❧ The bedroom where he feels the safest with you, knowing that you two are alone with you love. Although he does enjoy taking you over his desk, the kitchen counter, and the dinner table.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

❧ Compliments, light touches, caressing his face or kissing his scars from bullet/stab wounds, or wearing his clothes. Little things like that makes everything seem so real to Simon that he can't help but want to take you right then and there.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

❧ Anything that'll leave you bleeding or in pain. He can't bring himself to hurt you even if you want him to. When he leaves cruises from being a little too rough, hell always apologize despite you reassuring him that the bruises didn't bother you and that you actually liked them. Knife and gun play are out of the question, he do set want to see such cruel objects next to his lover.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

❧ This man is a GIVER!!! Maybe it stems from his deep rooted fear of not being good enough or failing, but he just gets so much more turned on where he's between your legs, using his fingers and tongue to tease you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

❧ While he can be rough, he likes to take his time with you. He loves seeing your face as he slowly thrusts, his large cock lovingly stroking your slick velvety walls.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

❧ He doesn't mind them as much as he thought he would. He enjoys being there to give you pleasure anytime you want. Although he definitely prefers proper bedroom sex, he's okay with giving you a quick fuck.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

❧ He's okay with it, and is always open to new ideas as long as the don't involve anything dangerous. The first time you sat on his face had him addicted so he's more open on trying new positions.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

❧ He's a highly skilled as trained solider, part of his aptitude test to join the SAS was testing his stamina and endurance. He can go for as long as you need to, so in the end it's up to you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

❧ He never had any interest in them until you came along. He'll accompany you to an adult store and see what sort of thing you could try. He liked when you used a bullet vibrator on his dick, while peppering it with kisses. He's also definitely used a remote control vibrator on you while your doing normal things like cleaning.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

❧ He enjoys seeing your blushing face as you beg for him to touch you, hold you, fuck you. He'll of course oblige but he'll take his sweet time, wanting to get you exited for what's to come. (Pun intended)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

❧ He's quiet yet he'll let out the prettiest whimpers when he's feeling especially vulnerable. For the most part though, he'll be groaning or grunting. He also growls in such an arousing manner.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He has a folder full of pictures of you going about your daily activities. They're for the most part normal (pictures of you baking, walking in the grocery store, eating, sleeping, all taken consenually) and he'll look through that folder when he's feeling depressed. It awalsy makes him so happy to think of you just existing. He has some raunchy photos too, (your face as you cum, his fingers knuckle deep in your core, your body covered in his gentle love bites, etc). On the rare occasion he does masturbate, he'll be using these photos to help get him off.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

❧ Look at the size of this man. He's gotta be a solid 7.8 inches when soft, and 8.2 when hard. It's gonna be a bit on the thicker side too. His tip is always a pretty shade of pink, and the vines running along the side of his cock are sensitive. Ghost has a weapon of pussy destruction, tbh. You can see the bulge through his jeans even when soft. Takes a lot of foreplay to prep you, but he still uses lube just to he safe. After a while though, you'll get accommodate to his size.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

❧ Very low when ok deployment, but when he's back home with you the first few days will he very active. You'll be getting dicked down every day and sometimes twice in one day. Although he'll calm down after a bit and just focuse on taking you on dates or loving you in other gentler manners.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

❧ His insomnia and paranoia make it hard to sleep so he'll stay up after you've fallen asleep and watch over you, until he dozes off.

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#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost headcanons #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost #simon riley smut #simon riley x y/n #ghost x gn reader #x afab reader #x reader #x you #mw2 headcanons #cod ghost #cod mw2

[loafbud]

Ramble time again-

Real talk, I may be a late-bloomer in this society and move a lot slower compared to the status quo. But like I told my family just now, I'd much rather take my time, invest in self-help books [and actually put in the work to self-care] to bring awareness to myself and "wake up", then to work at a high-paying job that [even with a nice environment] doesn't vibe with me.

See, me, I'm a soul-searcher. I'm not just here to live with society and have my creative passions as a side hustle. Naaaah, son.

I'm on a soul mission. I feel that while yeah, my life rn may not reflect it, I feel I have a bigger purpose in this world. Somehow. Somewhere. Sometime.

I wanna show this world that you CAN make a living off of your passions. You CAN have a job that makes your soul sing. Happiness is not something you search for: it's already within you, dang it—

I get that we need jobs in order to be securely in survival mode, in case shit goes down. But like..m ugh idk man, life should be more than just... the day-to-day junction? At this point, no way in hell I'm gonna thrive and survive in this society. I'm better off just making my own society.

This also goes for finding romance, too. I'd much prefer someone who was a Creative as I and who shares the same soul-deep life mission as I — we make our own projects but we collab on some as well, and like we'd just MAKE stuff together. Music, a podcast, anything. If you're hella talented with chiseled looks, yet you have a shitty, narcissistic personality with manipulation tactics, nah it's a "no" from me dawg.

I'd much rather, regardless of looks, that we'd be on that same level: spiritually, mentally, and emotionally. Y'know what I mean? Be emotionally vulnerable and supportive, yet know and set healthy boundaries. Let's go 1-on-1 in Splatoon 2 and sit out in the grass on a retreat in some fields laying under the stars talking about astrological transits, then give each other tattoos while singing Persona 5 songs or somethin'. While we're together, giving each other some private space to recharge and stuff is also great as hell, too!

I've never dated or had a lover before, so I have no past experiences to share. I'm just aware of all the nasties and "what do avoids" when I notice other people discussing toxic exes, or like the stank stereotypes I be seein' on them Lifetime movies, like the crazy stalker or the vengeful cheerleader.

I know what I desire in someone is essentially a rare combination, so ofc my love life will prolly take years to even become existent. But I'm okay with that. I know they exist, tho. Like a soul connection that I feel but it's not in reach. My Pisces-havin' ass feels it. 🤧 I'm in no rush whatsoever. I don't think about it too much, coz I don't wanna feed myself with wishful dillusions.

WOW OK THIS WAS A LONG RAMBLE. I MEAN YOU KNOW WHAT, THIS IS TUMBLR. IT'S A BLOG SITE. THIS THE ONLY PLACE I CAN REALLY GO OFF AND RAMBLE...

#loafbud #loafbud rambles #talkbud

[i-fucking-hate-ppl]

Headcanons for Alastor, who heard the singing of his crush, and this is a song about nonreciprocal love (and he doesn't understand that the song is about him) My apologies for my terrible English! Love you 💜

The song used in this one shot was the closest I could find to a unrequited love song, I hope you dont mind! Also this was soooo much longer than I intended, but the idea just kept flowing so I kept going with it. Anyway, enjoy!

Alastor could hear faint, gentle music playing from somewhere among the halls of the hotel.

Of course, his curiosity gripped him tight and he couldn't find it in him to let it go. So he followed the soft music that drifted in the dark, empty halls until he made it to your door.

He found it was cracked a few inches and peaked inside a little, just to see what you were up to.

He found you setting on your bed; wearing your favorite red shorts and a black shirt that had "fuck off" written in red along the top along with fuzzy red socks on your little feet (well little to him).

You were brushing/combing out your hair (or wig if you're bald for whatever reason).

He was going to continue on with his day like nothing happened, until you began to hum, he could tell you were about to sing.

He couldn't move away from your door, you'ee voice was so... beautiful and he hadn't even heard you sing yet! Although he could hear the sad undertone to the hum.

He felt his heart clench. What could make you so sad? Was it the song? Was it something someone had said? If so he would have a busy afternoon...

He decided to listen to what you were about to sing, hoping it'd give him some kind of clue.

(In case you want to listen to it, it's called Shiver by Coldplay, I love Coldplay)

"So I look in your direction, but you pay me no attention... do you?

I know you don't listen to me, 'cause you say you see straight through me... don't you?~"

He watched you with intent eyes as you got up to set your brush/comb on your vanity. He frowned as he watched you sit in the chair and give your self a sad look.

"And on and on from the moment I wake to the moment I sleep, I'll be there by your side. Just you try and stop me. I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care.~"

Alastor felt like he was going to be sick. Not only were you sad, but it was because someone had broken your heart.

You fell in love with someone, and they didn't reciprocate your feelings, they possible didn't even notice you.

But how could they not? You were a so beautiful/handsome. You were practically a god/goddess.

Although the worst part, was probably the fact that you didn't love him.

"Ooooh.... Did you want me to change? Well I changed for good. And I want you to know, that you'll always get your way.~"

"I wanted to say... Don't you shiver~"

"Shiver... shiver~"

"I'll always be waiting for you.~"

You leaned back in the chair, look up at the ceiling with glossy eyes.

"So you know how much I need ya. But you never even see me... do you? ...And is this my final chance of getting you?~"

You rest your forearm across your eyes to hide your tears eventhough you thought no one was there. But Alastor was, and he already saw them.

He looked down, feeling bad he couldn't really do anything to help you. Although he was determined to speak with you after you were done singing, in hopes to comfort you.

"And on and on from the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep, I'll be there by your side. Just you try and stop me. I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care... if you care. Oooh~"

"Did you want me to change? Well I changed for good. And I want you to know, that you'll always get your way.~"

"And I wanted to say... Don't you shiver.~"

"Don't you shiver.~"

"Shiver~"

"I'll always be waiting for you...~"

"Yeah I willalways be waiting for you. Yeah I will always be waiting for you. Yeah I will always be waiting for you. For you I will always be waiting.~"

"And its you I see, but you never see me! And it's you I hear, so loud and clear! I sing it loud and clear! And I'll always be waiting for you.~"

"So I look in your direction, but you pay me no attention. And you know how much I need ya, but you never even see me...~"

Alastor waited a few seconds and plastered on a smile before gently rapping his knuckles against your door.

You sat up quickly, wiping the tears quickly before walking over towards your door.

You opened it a bit more and peaked out to see Alastor. You gave him a nervous smile before opening the door all the way.

"Hey Alastor, what's up?" You smiled at him.

He could tell that your smile was forced. It didn't quite reach your eyes; sadness and heartbreak still swam in your eyes as clear as day.

"Well my Dear, I should be asking you that question."

You laugh nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. "What do you mean?"

Alastor let out an exasperated sigh, doing his best to keep the smile on his face. "Not that I meant to be an eavesdropper, but I heard the song you sang. You sounded quite beautiful, but on the contrary upset. So I felt the need to ask if you were alright."

You frown quickly and dart your eyes away from Alastor. "Yeah, I'm... I'm fine. It's just the basic girl/guy loves a guy who doesnt really notice her/him, y'know?"

Alastor feels the need to frown, but he knew he'd alarm you so he made his smile grow.

"Yes well, you know what they say, unrequited love makes the world go round."

You look at him in disbelief, before cracking a smile, and soon a small, breathless laugh.

"Who says that?"

"Well I just did."

You let out a giggle as you shake your head. "So no one."

"Well I didn't really think of myself as no one, since I am someone. Everyone is someone really, although that's not quite the point we're discussing."

"We're not discussing any point really." You copy his really with a smile.

"Oh? I thought we were discussing of blockheaded, dimwit who couldn't notice a diamond in the ruff such as your self."

A blush flourished across your face like a field of flowers spreading in the spring time. Slow at first, as if you were regeristing what he said and then it spread quickly, leaving no bit of flesh untouched with a tinge of pink.

You gave him a gently shove that made his heart accelerate from your touch. He normal didn't like people touching him in anyway, but he couldn't make himself dislike your innocent touches. It made his heart flutter in a way he both hated and loved.

"Oh stop it, I'll be okay."

He nodded. "Yes, well I thought perhaps you'd like to talk about it."

You paused, thinking it over he assumed. "Well there's not much to talk about. He's just... out of my league. It's no wonder he doesn't really notice me, I don't necessarily stand out. Which is okay, it's always been like that for me."

Alastor tried to process what you said. What do you mean, "you don't necessarily stand out"? You were the absolute first thing he saw among everyone in the hotel.

You stood out like white against black, but not in a bad way. You are definitely something special, something extraordinary. You made Alastor fall in love with you, and that's not an easy task.

The more he gets to know you from others, the conversations he happens to over hear, and by observing you, the more fond he grows of you.

He may not have sexual desires towards you, but he never has had any type of sexual desire. That will never change, but he can still understand how beautiful you are.

He just couldn't understand why others never chose you, how couldn't they? You were perfect. Was this why you seemed so insecure about this guy? Because no one ever chose you?

Alastor felt a great need to change that. He felt like he had to tell you his feelings. You won't like him back because you're hung up on that other guy, but maybe he could boost your confidence enough so you gain the courage to tell him. To know someone had chosen you.

He may not enjoy the though of you with someone else, but for the first time in a long time, it wasn't about him. And he couldn't let himself make it about him.

"Well darling, I have something to tell you."

You looked at him in the eye; a curious glint shining in your eyes. Seeing your curiosity only made him fall deeper in love with you.

"What is it Alastor?"

He found it hard to find words for the first time in his entire life. His life both on Earth and in Hell. What were you doing to him?

"You see, ever since you came here, I've been fixated on you. You're like no one I have ever met in either of my lives; I hypothesize that's what drew me to you. The more I had gathered on you from everything I saw and heard, the more I had grown to adore everything you were and are. Even though I am asexual, and I will never have any sexual desire for you, I do have the desire for you to love me as much as I love you. Although, from the song you had sang, I know now that you never will. I will never hold that against you. I'm telling this to you in hopes you gain some confidence in telling that guy, whoever he may be, that you love him. If he has any kind of brain function, he'll reciprocate your feelings."

You stares at Alastor in confusion. Neither of you said anything for a while, so Alastor took it has his cue to leave.

"Well, have a good night (Y/n). I hope everything works out for you."

He turned to leave and you panicked. You reach out and snag his coat, tugging on his.

"Wait! Stop!"

He turns to you, "Yes? Did you need something else?"

"Wh-What do you mean?! You can't just walk away after confessing! You didn't even hear my response."

"I already know the answer though, I was simply giving you confidence."

"... Did you mean what you said though? Or is it just a confidence boost..."

Alastor couldn't help the frown that tugged at his lips from the sight of your disbelieving and hurt look as you trained your eyes on the floor.

"Every word. I swear, and I'll have you know I am a man of my word."

You looked up into his eyes, tears brimming the edge of your eyes before plummeting down your face.

Alastor was quick to move, wiping the tears from your face. "I didn't mean to make you cry Darling. You dont have to like me back. I'm not pressuring you-"

Alastor was cut off as you jumped forward into his chest, knocking the air out of his lungs as you tightened your grip around him.

"Its not that! I... I just... no one has ever truly liked me back before... I just really happy."

Alastor paused for a second before grinning. He hugged you back.

"I've never had anyone like me back either, but I guess you have to like them to begin with. Your special (Y/n), if not to no one else, then to me. You'll always stand out to me."

#hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel #alastor fluff #alastor x reader

[fanfiction-inc]

Hello 👋🏼 May I have HCs for how Jacob handles John telling him that a follower who’s always shy came to him confessed to having lust for Jacob

Oh yes, sweetie! I hope you enjoy!

You had approached John when things began to weigh heavy on your mind.

Jacob had arrived at The Seed Ranch only a few days ago, and you've been infatuated with him.

The man was so strong.

So fearless.

And dear God you wanted to jump him.

But it wasn't like you to think like this about anyone else.

You haven't felt this strong of a desire for anyone in your life.

But he brought life into you, especially when your eyes met and held for a moment longer than they should.

Maybe he thought it was a challenge.

Or maybe he wanted to make sure that you were indeed blushing because you've been caught staring.

Either way, you knew you were done in because of this man and you needed to get it off your chest.

Only thing is, you had to confess if you wanted help.

"Ah, (first name). How may I help you?"

"I would like to... Confess."

Of course, confessing was usually brought out 'unwillingly', so this matter confused John.

When you had joined Eden's Gate, you had confessed to all your sins.

Pride.

Greed.

You had abandoned your sins in favor of your work with the flock.

Sins can always evolve, but he didn't imagine a new one would arise.

"What is it you'd like to confess?"

"I have developed the sin lust."

"And may I ask for whom?"

"Your brother."

He pauses before a chuckle leaves his lips.

"I should have expected you'd go after someone like Josep-"

"No no... The other one."

He stares for a moment, seeing the blush rise on your cheeks.

Then it dawns.

And then he's chuckling.

Which leads to laughing.

"I never expected him to be your type, (first name)."

"Please don't judge me, John-"

"I'm not judging, but I find it rather interesting since you've just now admitted such. How long have you been holding onto this sin?"

"I um-"

"Let me guess, since he arrived?"

He has that knowing smirk.

Knowing that the little bird among their flock has a crush and doesn't know how to handle such.

He's also taken note of his brother eyeing you.

Sizing you up and getting that hint or rosy when you catch his gaze.

Two people too scared to talk or acknowledge what's going on.

Oh he'll have a field day with this information.

"Yes."

"Well, I believe lust isn't the worst of the sins to be purged. Perhaps your mistaking what your feeling truly is. Dwell on it for a bit and come back to me if it hasn't resolved itself."

"Okay, John. Thank you."

He leaves you to go straight for his brother.

He knows it's a small betrayal to tell him how you feel, but the ginger brute needs to know that his feelings for you are reciprocated.

He finds him in the woods of Holland Valley, that shit eating grin on his face and arms crossed over his chest.

"She likes you too, y'know."

Jacob misses his shot, the deer in the deeper part of the woods scattering.

"You made me miss."

"And you didn't hear me, soldier boy. She. Likes. You."

"Who?"

John sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It's aggravating when his brother is only half listening, and especially when it's about something like this.

"You know who. The girl you've been eyeballing. (First name)."

It slowly dawns on the soldier as he leans back agaisnt a tree, confusion in his gaze.

"How do you know?"

"She confessed her sins."

"Oh, just what sin did she confess that makes you think she wants me?"

"Lust."

It's the soldiers time to blush, clearing his throat as he looks away.

This had to be some kind of joke.

He surely wasn't your type.

You seemed so sweet and yet you saw interest in HIM!?

John had to be pulling his leg.

"If you don't believe me, big brother, I suggest you go talk to her and see what she has to say. I'm very sure she'll confess to you as she has to me."

"Bullshit. If you're setting me up John-"

"Trust me this once, yes?"

He has to see himself.

Has to see if you really do think of him like that or not.

Because he can't even begin to describe how he would feel if you didn't and this was some sick little game to toy with his emotions.

He's been toyed with enough in his lifetime. He doesn't need that to happen again.

He finds you at your quarters when they finally get back.

It's late, and he knows you must be asleep by now but is pleasantly surprised when you answer the door.

He's also surprised by the casual attire and the blush rising on your cheeks just from him being there.

"So, John told me of your sin..."

"Yes well you see I-"

"If you really feel that way then say it to my face."

He's blunt, tone maybe a little harsh and snappy but he means no malice.

It's just straight-forward, like the military was to him.

"I-I... I um... I have feelings for you..."

He sees you hiding your face in your hands and that has a no tolerance in his book.

He knows your a shy thing but he can't have you hiding your face.

Not when he now knows the truth and has a glimmer of hope.

He takes your hands in his own, gaze almost soft as he brings them away from your face.

"Would you believe me if I said I shared the same sin with you?"

FC5 Tag: @theoceanhathsolace

#far cry 5 #jacob seed #fc5 headcanon #anon ask #lovely anon #thank you anon

[naromoreau]

(sorry if i sent this twice) can you pls write a sharky/reader fic where reader isn’t the deputy but just some college student visiting hope county, and she really likes sharky but he turns her down because she’s just too young for him?

Thank you very much for sending his in and I hope it’s not too late, so here it is! Big thanks to @fluttyseed for giving it a read

Pairing: Sharky Boshaw & Reader (Not Deputy), side Sharky Boshaw / GN Deputy.

Raiting: SFW, just a lot of unrequited feelings :((( and Sharky being all sweet about them. 

"Hop in, chica,gotta take you to this place that's like--like a strategic location for whatyou doin'."

The midday sun'sglare scorched your skin, making you squint and drag an arm across yourforehead to dry the fat drops of sweat sitting there. The air bristled witharomas, the surrounding fields giving off a hint of freshly mowed barley, thatnow mingled with a light note of propane and a touch of musk coming from him.It was intoxicating. 

You haphazardly threwyourself on the passenger seat, cheeks bright red and throat in dire need of agulp of water. 

"Where we going,Sharky?" There was a slight waver in your voice as you rifled in yourbackpack trying to count the vials to take water samples. You couldn't help butbite your lip at how much his proximity kept affecting you, how every time heflashed you that smile, the one that lingered in his eyes, quicksilver poolsglowing with a warmth, your heart fluttered wildly. Hopelessly. 

"There's a--uh,a lake I think you should check." He cranked the engine, and steered hissight on the highway. 

As someone whocould've got lost in her own home town, you were beyond grateful to Mary May tohave sent you to his metaphorical - until now - arms. He knew the ins and outsof trudging across wild Montana, as if he was just walking across his livingroom. Truth was you'd been worried when you realized your project about lakes'pollution needed a bigger sample than the one you already had, and needed toget them before the current semester at college finished. 

It was a good twentyminute ride until finally Sharky slowed down, and the truck stopped near the bankof a pristine lake, tires grating over fine gravel. 

"'Mkay now, youwant me to get them for ya?" He was already peeling off his hoodie, andshucking his jeans off with an enthusiasm that was utterly infectious. 

He'd offered himselffor the task from day one, trying to alleviate any hard labor from yourshoulders, claiming it was a good opportunity to freshen up in the ungodlyheat. You squinted under the heavy brilliance, admiring not for the first timethe multicolor landscape of this side of the County. 

"Sure," yousaid kneeling to take the vials out of your backpack, handing them to him,"just try not to collect too much mud this time, please?"

"Don't worry,amigo, I think I got the nuts and bolts of this shit." 

You watched him enterthe lake in nothing but his boxers, your eyes taking in the sight of him,putting to good use the fact he was obviously focused in doing what you askedfor. The first time he'd taken his clothes off, your eyes had widened of theirown accord, sliding down the lean muscles of his back and chest, and you'dthanked your luck he wasn't paying attention because your face had gone throughseveral shades of red before it stuck in a soft pink that you were able to maskas just exertion. 

He was so easy totalk to and funny to a point you couldn't keep a straight face every time hewas determined to make you smile. Which was often, not that you werecomplaining. And so, falling down that rabbit hole had been unexpected andinevitable, and now you were head over heels with his scrawny ass. 

Everything would'vebeen easier if he wasn't so damn handsome, and you could've just shaken off theinconvenient crush. But when he turned and faced you, smiling as he shook oneof the newly filled vials, and your gaze slid down his abs following his happytrail, you knew you were sunk down in a pit too deep. 

The sad part was thathe didn't seem to notice what he stirred in you, treating you like a friend andnothing more. Not that you haven't tried to move him to act, a little touchhere, and a hand lingering there, but a whole month and you were still empty handed. 

A sudden sloshing ofwater brought you back to reality seeing him proudly showing you hiswork. 

"Got everythingyou needed, chica." 

You tried not to givea wide display of your throat, when you felt your jaw unhinge seeing himcloser, water beads lazily rolling down his body and stopping in the mostinconvenient places. 

"Thanks, Sharkman." 

Taking the preciouscargo of his hands, you focused on the task of putting them neatly away whilehe decided to sprawl next to you, like a taunt to your senses. 

"Now I kindaneed to dry my underwear, cuz I lost the spare ones," he said stretchingon the yellow grass, skin glimmering under golden rays. "What you wanna donow? Any more uh, places you gotta look at?" 

"Notreally," you replied, "but we could go and grab a cold one at theSpread Eagle if you want?" You shrugged trying to feign nonchalance butyour heart was hammering against your ribcage, its rhythm drumming in your earsas well. 

"Gotta say Ilike how you think." He switched onto his belly, exposing his black-cladrear to the shining sun, "not gonna lie to you, chica, I uh, I alwaysthought college girls were all-all uptight and y'know, not nice, but you ain'tlike that."

A soft chuckleescaped you. "Well, thanks, man. You ain't that bad either." Therewas a quiver in your stomach at the downplay of your own feelings, regrettingthe shyness that prevent you to chase some other course of action, becauseyou'd be gone in less than a day, and all this would scatter into fond memories.You sighed. "So it's that a yes?" 

"Fuck yeah,count me in," Sharky nodded, "just wait 'til I don't feel like Ipissed myself and we're good to go." 

The almost faintnotes of a Diana Ross' song blasting from the car, wafted in the air, tanglingwith the stifling atmosphere, and everything was making you dizzy. You foughtthe urge to touch him, maybe brush two inches of his skin and finally find thecourage to voice the feeling you had been trying to disregard for the lastmonth. 

"Y'know, chica?I'm gonna, uh, I'm gonna miss ya," he said covering his face with his capunder the blazing sun. "Had a good time doing all that science shit--- gofigure, a dumb dropout like me."

"You are notdumb, Sharky," you scolded him. It was something that ground your gears tono end, seeing how easily was for people disregard how smart he really was,throwing the same argument over and over again: dumb failure, you ain't morethan a school dropout. "If it wasn't for you I would've failed big time solet's just say this is also yours."

His chuckle rang inyour ears from beneath his cap, until he finally leaned on his elbows andlooked at you. "You're a real friend dude," he said, grinning. 

The weight of hiswords sagged your shoulders a little and you lowered your eyes to the gravelsurrounding the blue lake. Not something you wanted to keep on dwelling. 

"Aight,then." You stood up with a brisk movement, before the blushing had time tocreep up your cheeks. "Let's go get that beer."

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"... and lastthing I knew I was smooching it right in the fuckin nose, open mouth andall."

A gurgle of laughterrippled out of you, while images of his story flitted through your mind. An hourhad passed in the most perfect way, while you both shared stories over beers.But nothing had peaked this one yet. 

"Yeah, yeah,laugh all you want, dude-- I'm tellin' ya, that skunk? Meaniest dink ass I'dever--" 

"Kissed?"You offered, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. "I'm sorry-- I'msorry, that was rude." 

"Bet your ass itwas," he said, without stop grinning, taking a swig from his bottle."Don't expect my dates to almost rip my lips off, which it did--motherfucker left a huge scar here, see?" 

When Sharky leanedforward, your heart shivered in your chest, and you regretted you both weresitting side to side, without the table in between to dampen your stupidreactions. 

He stopped a scantinch from your face, pouting, his lower lip on display so you could see a faintscar on it. It must've been the alcohol, and the fact it was round number fourand your stomach was as empty as a wallet before payday, and suddenly it wasimpossible to quash down your leaping heart, his closeness rattling the sundryfeelings revolting in you. 

You pressed your lipsagainst his, hearing a surprised gasp dying in your mouth. It was soft and warmand your hands fell to his thighs, supporting you in your eagerness. 

But as soon as thecomfort of the yearned place came, it swiftly vanished. 

"Woah, woah,there," Sharky panted, clasping you gently by the shoulders, lips red andbreath stuttered, "what you doing, amigo?" 

There was no anger inhis voice, just the soft frowning of bafflement, metal-grey gaze delving intoyou, deep enough to break your flimsy hopes. 

"I'm--I'm sorry,Shark, I don't know what happened to me I just---" You tried not to showhim any tears, but it was harder than you thought. One drop, and then another,streaks ran down your cheeks, completely out of your control and the desire tojust bolt and run into the night churned in your stomach. 

"Hey, hey, easythere," he said, signaling someone for a glass of water and hugging you ina way that made everything more painful. But you couldn't push him away.

When the glass ofwater came, he made you drink it in three short gulps, until your intake of airevened out. 

"Hey, chica, I'msuper flattered y'know?" He cupped your cheek, lightly thumbing the rim ofyour jaw while you struggled not to run away fueled by embarrassment."Like, you're real cute, ok? And so fuckin' smart, but I mean, you're waytoo young--" 

"I just turned20, I know what I want," you retaliated. 

Sharky only chuckled,tilting his head back. "'Kay then, big you, still-- you got all that longass life to live and probably gonna end up with someone who's far better thanme-- I mean I'm pretty great, don't get me wrong," he said, and you huffeda short and hoarse laugh, "but y'know-- cherry, I ain't enough forya."

You were about totell him how wrong he was, how misdirected his guessings were, when you caughtmovement in your peripheral vision. It was one of Sheriff's Whitehorsedeputies. The newest one if your memory didn't fail you. 

"Everything good'round here?" They placed a hand on Sharky’s shoulder, and you saw himpositively turn beet red under his cap. Your eyes were drawn to their face,white flashing through plump lips in an honest smile.

"Yeah, officer,uh-just, uh, just saying goodbye to a friend," Sharky said stumbling uponwords on a higher rate than normal. 

"Ah, well, sorryto interrupt, then." They gave a slight nod, dimples coming to life on awarm face, and they were gone, boots tapping against the wooden floor. 

You saw Sharkyfollowing them with starved sight, eyes almost swaying with the cadence oftheir walking and a hard knot formed in your stomach. 

It was clear as day.After all, you'd seen his whole shenanigans for a month, time long enough soyou could realize he had a crush, the size of a wild moose, on the JuniorDeputy. 

Not much you coulddo, as much as it hurt. 

You found your voiceamidst the inner turbulence. "Y'know man? You should pursue that,"you said with an almost complicit smile, wiping your tears. 

Watching Sharkyambushed by feelings was a whole show. "What? Nah, you got it wrong,sweets- I mean they're a fucking cop, we're like natural enemies--" 

You scoffed."Sure, man, whatever helps you sleep at night, still," you added,"they're really cute." 

"The fuck you'retalking about, chica?" 

"Oh, c'mon,don't be such a liar."

He remained silent fora few seconds before finally springing up, giving you a hand. 

"You reallythink so?" He almost whispered. 

Your illusions anddesires scattered in the air. But he was your friend, and if that was the bondthat should remain, you were determined to honor it. 

"Yeah, man. Whoknows? Maybe that's your destiny right there."

#far cry 5 #sharky boshaw x reader #implied sharky boshaw x deputy #far cry 5 fanfiction #my writing #naro writes #requests #thank you so much for trusting me with this idea! #thiswesternfeeling

[sicprowl]

Gleann na Dùin ~ 3 ~

Fairy AU - Dimileth

Co-written with @hiddenfangirling

Part 2

Now on AO3

Jeralt stopped at the entrance of the barn and turned on his heel, "You need to leave tonight."

The young King stopped, staring at the older man. "What?"

"The longer you stay here, the more chances there will be to trap you. You said you have things to do, so you have to leave tonight."

Jeralt paused as he lead his horse from the barn, gear in his other hand. "That was likely Claude. I'll distract him. Go back the way you came, don't stop for anything."

"Why are you doing this?" Dimitri took the saddle from Jeralt and threw it on top of the horse.

The old man sighed. "I don't want you to be stuck here like me."

Dimitri took a moment to study the man, noting he looked less fuzzy then his daughter, less...magical. In fact, the male looked grizzled and more human than anything he'd seen all day. Crows feet lined his narrowed eyes, and his hair was windswept with a bit of dust and braided back in a normal style.

It was a vast difference from Byleth. Though he could see the similarities between them with their blunt way of things, she held a more grace, her steps were light and her skin unblemished and hair wild, yet beautiful and silky-No No No NO!

He shook his head and looked to Jeralt, "Is it her that keeps you here?"

That made the man snort, "Don't ask too many questions or you'll end up with answers that just weigh you down. If you really are trapped here too you'll have plenty of time to grill me later. Get going."

Dimitri reluctantly mounted the horse. He didn't like leaving this man here if he really was trapped, but he didn't even know how to save himself. Perhaps once he was free, Dimitri could come back with a rescue party. He nodded at Jeralt, and kicked the horse into a trot facing the way they had entered the clearing.

Jeralt waited until the young man disappeared into the trees, then walked into the forest on the other side. As he disappeared into the shadows, he could already feel the angry scowl on his face. He crossed his arms and yelled into the dark. "Claude!"

"No need to shout."

Jeralt tapped his arm impatiently as the faun practically de-materialized from the shadows of the trees. He was leaning back against one of the trunks, his horns looking slightly smaller than the last time the human had seen him. The man didn't care enough to ask, but he was positive the fae used his horns as carvings for flutes, talismans and sometimes odd gifts for his daughter.

He didn't really care for the latter.

"You can quit playing with the kid now - he won't be coming back."

A toothy smirk crept onto Claude's face. Bright green eyes sparkled with mischief. "Won't he? That seems rude, after you and the Lady welcomed him into your home. Did he at least stay for dinner?"

"No, he's smarter than that."

"Smarter than you?"

Jeralt grit his teeth. "He's important, Claude. I'm not sure how. He can't be stuck here."

The faun just shrugs with a chuckle. "What do I care if you think a human is important? Weren't you also supposed to have been great? And yet here you are, and thanks to that so is the Lady.“

He crossed his arms, mirroring Jeralt's stance. "She likes him. I saw it the moment they laid eyes on each other. So long as that's true, he stays."

"You don't like him," Jeralt challenged, noting the annoyance that crossed the faun's face.

But Claude took it in stride as he pulled out his flute, idly puffing into the holes for wayward notes. "It doesn't matter if I like him or not. My Lady Byleth does and that's all that matters."

The father scowled, knowing it would be useless to deny such a thing. Not after the way Byleth had been staring with keen interest at the boy, more so than anything him or Claude had ever shown her. Even more so than when he'd first pulled out his sword when she was a wee child and told her they'd be learning how to use it.

No, this curiosity of hers was dangerous. A dangerously human thing that Jeralt was sad he was trying to have to rip away from her.

"Don't worry so much. She'll tire of him soon," Claude chuckled good-naturedly.

Jeralt wasn't so sure. He had felt the sparks when Dimitri and Byleth had been in the room together. It had made him want to throw the boy back into the pond. "You'll regret it if he stays. He'll take her from you."

Claude's smile is thoughtful. "Even if she doesn't tire of the human, she and I are connected. I will always be with her regardless of anyone's feelings but my Lady's own. I don't believe that will be the case though. Byleth is fae! The boy is nothing more than a toy to be played with until he is broken or she becomes bored. Then I will quietly remove him." He motions as if sweeping something away.

Jeralt only sighed, and hoped that the kid has somehow found himself able to break through the cage. The sinking feeling in his gut said that he would fail, though. And so Jeralt started to plan for a future with one more person in it.

"She's human too, y'know." Jeralt growled, but his glare was as half-hearted as his words.

Byleth is half human, half of him, yet she appeared more fae than anything. It scared Jeralt and he sometimes wondered if his teachings meant anything. If he meant anything to her...

Claude huffed and stretched, "Yes, well, we don't talk about that part."

At the sound of hooves, the faun winked at Jeralt, who groaned. "Don't worry so much. You'll make yourself sick. Let Milady have her fun, and the human will be gone before you know it."

Jeralt turned to greet the confused and upset young man atop the horse as it rode back into the clearing. He knew that Claude had already vanished.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

His nightly escape had been a total failure. A complete and utter disappointment.

Well...almost.

Dimitri should have felt more upset (who wouldn't be?). He should be cutting down the very forest itself, rushing through like an unstoppable force ready to take down an unmovable wall. But how could he?

How could he be sad when Byleth gave him that smile.

Her pert, pink lips had only turned up slightly - a sight Dimitri felt is quite rare from the way Jeralt was staring. It wasn't just her smile that lit up, but her eyes. Dimitri could have sworn they glowed as beautifully as her hair.

Perhaps this failure wasn't so bad...

"You're still here."

The blonde bulk of a man stared dumbly as the lithe woman walked over and placed a hand on his arm. Her eyes were downcast and Dimitri had to keep himself from catching her chin to stop her.

"Yes, I'm still here." Dimitri couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his face or the flushed feeling that spread throughout his chest.

"I was worried," Byleth glanced up at him briefly then back to the ground.

Oh, if he were to die here, he was sure he'd be deliriously happy.

She took his hand and tugged, "Help me with the garden."

"O-okay."

Jeralt watched the two walk to the back of the stone cabin with a deep frown.

When Byleth had said 'Garden', Dimitri had thought a quaint little area with pretty flowers and herbs, colorful and beautiful like the woman who had a strange hold on him. He had not been expecting an entire farm.

"Ah..." Dimitri stared at her in stunned silence as Byleth placed a hoe in his hands.

They stood there for a few moments, gazing at one another as if waiting for...something, anything.

Byleth's eyes screwed up a moment and she motioned her arms as if she is holding a tool and swung at the ground. "Like this."

What? Oh. OH! Dimitri blushed darkly, "Y-Yes! I'm sorry, I was just..."

But Byleth merely nodded and patted his arm, as if praising him for understanding. He felt his flush creep down his neck in embarrassment when she walks away to pick some tomatoes.

She must think him a fool.

Perhaps she was right, especially considering Jeralt had caught him staring at his daughter for much longer then what was proper. Damn it. He just wanted to go home.

“Byleth, go water the potatoes."

The fae girl paused, brows furrowed just slightly with confusion. Dimitri couldn't stop himself from focusing on the little spot between her eyebrows, wondering if the scrunch there was normal for her or not. She was so hard to read and the blonde briefly wondered if all fae were like her.

"But..."

Jeralt didn't give her a chance to reply as he pushed a watering can into her hands. She glanced down at the tin can, then at her father. Dimitri expected her to talk back, but she only turned to go to the end of the field to water a plot.

He would have found the sight cute, but she surely couldn't water so much with a tiny can.

Ever the gentleman, Dimitri moved to help. But he was stopped by a hand on his chest. The touch made Dimitri recoil slightly, not used to casual contact. Normally he'd never take off his armor, but tilling a field was hard work and this oddly warm weather was making him break a sweat.

"It looks like a lot of work-"

"She'll be a while regardless." Jeralt grunted while gesturing towards the front of the house.

"I can help, it's no problem." Dimitri wasn't sure if it was safe with this man, even if he tried to help him escape.

But he had failed and the young man wasn't sure what the man planned to do. At least he knew what Byleth was doing.

Farming was easy. Fathers were scary.

"Don't bother," Jeralt motioned him to follow again. "We don't have any potatoes."

Dimitri faltered but caught on. There was no escape from this, it seemed.

Well, he supposed he would take it like a man, whatever this talk was going to be. So he trailed after the older male, lump stuck in his throat as they make it to the edge of the woods. Jeralt stopped, eyes set on the forest in front of him. Dimitri waited for the man to find his words. The King can’t help but recognize the look in his eyes.

Desire

For freedom? Peace? Dimitri wasn’t sure he’d ever know.

“You do know what kind of shit you’re in, right?”

Dimitri swallowed, unsure if he would put it that way. He nods.

“I’m not sure you do,” Jeralt grunted while kicking at a cat tail plant. “Where are you from? How’d you get here?”

The blonde explained what had happened the best he could (even if he didn’t understand it). He wisely omitted his family name and their, *ahem*, responsibilities.

“So from that direction.” Jeralt pointed to what Dimitri believed is the west and nods. The man looked thoughtful before speaking again. “Right. I suppose you’ll be better prepared to leave tonight.”

“P-Pardon?”

“You want to leave, don’t you?” Jeralt was annoyed now.

“Y-Yes, of course!” Dimitri felt like a fool, again. What was with this place?!

“Then we’ll be better prepared for your escape tonight. It won’t be easy.”

“I’m sorry, but what is this place? What is going on?” He was growing weary of all this. Surely someone would tell him something!

Jeralt gave him a pitying look and clasped Dimitri’s shoulder, making the younger male jump in surprise. “I’m sure you know what’s happening here.”

No! No he doesn’t!! “Wait, I need answers-“

“Byleth!”

Dimitri jerked away and glanced in the direction of the house. His eyes widen as a figure steps outside in black armor, HIS BLACK ARMOR. Jeralt had seen it too, and was turning toward her with an exasperated groan.

“Byleth! You take that off right now!”

The little figure waddled away, the collar of the chest plate reaching high enough to cover her mouth. Her mint hair was bundled around the shoulders and Dimitri almost laughed when she almost fell over in her escape.

No, wait!

He shook his head and grabbed Jeralt’s arm before he could get away. “Tell me what’s going on! Where am I?!”

Jeralt stopped, glancing back at Dimitri with a tilted smile that looked…sad.

“Kid, do you know the old tales? Of the fae and the rules?”

“Yes.” Dimitri was getting impatient. “Don’t eat offered food, don’t follow them to their home. Don’t step into a fairy circle.”

Jeralt laughed. “You’ve done a good job to ignore those warnings.”

“But I didn’t…” Dimitri scowled, refusing to believe what he had already started to suspect. “That would mean I stepped into a realm, THIS REALM! I didn’t cross any circle!”

“Kid,” Jeralt sighed as the age lines under his eyes grew deeper, “This forest, Gleann na Duin, IS a Fairy Circle.”

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[lmjaem]

jaemin has been going back and forth about the idea of having the track uploaded. sure, he's had his some of his tracks on his soundcloud. but this particular one was much more aggressive straight forward than the kind of songs he had there so far. all he wanted to say were tucked in this lyrics. but as the pointer hang over the upload button, he takes a deep breath, leaning back, and switching windows instead to listen to the song one more time. this is what his friends and a few followers have been waiting for these past few months now. he's been silent about his experience in the show, not an actual conversation with anyone but haechan. now, the world will hear it in its full uncensored glory.

as soon as he started writing the lyrics down, he felt the frustration brewing inside him. just like the day after the reality sinks in and he sits in the couch, re-watching the previous episodes and then keeping up with the new ones. his process is perhaps typical, he writes down without thought, just pour out everything onto the paper, let his hand grip onto the pencil as hard as he felt like it, sloppy hand writing, vague phrases, nerdy references, anything and everything goes down. that's the first stage. the words are what he usually focuses on first, because as outspoken as he is, there needs to be a certain way words are delivered or sentences are constructed otherwise they could be misunderstood.

BREAKING NEWS, THE KID FROM SEASON 5 TOOK HIS MICROPHONE OFF THE CAMERAS GOT TAKEN AWAY AND HIS CUSPIDS STARTED TO GROW (BACK), THIS IS UNLIKE HIS REIMAGINED TRACKS, HE'S A PRODIGY IN SLEEVING WHEN YOU PRESS PLAY, THIS TRACK WILL HIT THE AIRWAVES MUCH HARDER THAN VALVIDIA AND SPLASH BLOOD ACROSS THE FRONT ROW

honestly, he isn't worried about what people are going to say or what they'd think of him, that ship has never docked. if all that mattered to him at all, he wouldn't bother with this dream to become an idol. jaemin shifts in his seat, nodding his head as the beat goes on. he sits in the dark room, the screen being the only source of light, making his eyes hurt a bit after doing the backing tracks for the last four hours. he remembers recording this part a handful of times, thinking the feel wasn't right at all. hearing it now, passing up on sleep and some breaks in class is worth it. he held his breath when he let donghyuck first hear it, but he was sure his boyfriend is glad that he's ble to talk more about his feelings.

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE AT THE TOP? Y'KNOW GRAVITY DOESN'T REST ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE WE SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN THIS PIT A LOT OF PEOPLE SAY THIS IS A PETTY MOVE, TASTELESS AND RUDE BUT I'M HUMAN (RIGHT?) I NEED TO FEEL GOOD AND SAY WHAT I HAVE TO SAY THIS RUDE KID WILL THROW SOME PUNCHES BET IT WOULDN'T EVEN HURT (YOU) NONE OF YOU WILL PROBABLY COMMENT OR THE MEN IN SUITS WILL STEP IN MOLDED TO BE THICK-SKINNED WITH POLISHED SMILES AND GOOD MANNERS (BULLSHIT) BUT YOU LOST YOUR SHOT, BROKE THE DOME, WHY ARE SHIFTING LANES NOW?

it feels good. being able to articulate these feelings that he's had to keep inside of him for weeks. the track has been sitting in his laptop for weeks, finished but needed some polishing. in those weeks, he sat in silence and went on with his life thinking it would remain just another dark thought at the back of his mind. he wasn't one to engage in things that would not bring about anything beneficial. but when he thought about how it could help his mental state, give him a peace of mind. he thought maybe discourse doesn't always have to be a two-way thing, nor did it require a response.

A SHIT TON OF EMPTY PROMISES, ENCOURAGEMENTS ALL FOR THE SAKE OF COMPANY IMAGE BET YOU DON'T EVEN REMEMBER MY NAME, STILL YOU'D SAY I HAVE STAR POTENTIAL BUT KEEP LISTENING, I'M SURE YOU WOULDN'T FORGET ME OR THIS SONG YOU'D TAKE THE CD BUT NOT FOR MY DEMOS, BUT TO PUT MY FACE ON BILLBOARDS GET HIGH TIMESLOT RATING, MORE SOCIAL MEDIA HITS, MERCH ON DEMAND, WHO CARES IF I HAVE MEDIOCRE TALENT AS LONG AS I SOLD OUT THE SHOW, RIGHT?

if anything, jaemin felt cheated. he had been following the industry for pr!zem, knowing the hows and whats in order to support them like every fan would. he's one of the biggest fansites in the fandom. n jaemin should have known better. and yet he found himself hoping that things would be different, he thought maybe, just maybe this time it would be different. (who knew he still have that kind of faith for anyone or anything else but haech?) it was foolish of him, and that's why this track exists.

LET'S ALL DANCE TO A DIFFERENT TRACK NOW, I'M READY TO LISTEN TO YOU (NAH) JUST DON'T TAKE ME FOR A FOOL BUT THAT'S NOT HAPPENING, IS IT? SO LET ME MAKE THIS CLEAR THIS TRACK EXISTS BECAUSE THE PLAYING FIELD WAS TIPPED ADVERTISED AS OPEN TO ALL, BUT THESE ARE THE SAME FACES DIDN'T REALIZE THAT I WAS LUCKY, FELT LIKE THE LOTTERY MORE THAN ANYTHING I ALWAYS THOUGHT STAYING UNIQUE AND TRUE TO THE MUSIC WAS ALL THAT MATTERS BUT I GUESS ALL THAT'S BABY TALK IF SOMEONE HAS BETTER CONNECTIONS

despite knowing this is something he'd probably do eventually, jaemin still felt good about finally hearing it like this. it's finished, ready, and perfectly encapsulates the emotions and ideas he wanted to deliver. it was just a matter of how deep people will go into his lyrics, it's as much as a diss track as a wake-up call of sorts. but something inside of him did change after the song. a setback isn't going to stop him from writing more. he stopped for a while and thought about quitting, but what would that do for him? he refuses to let them win. he hates the idea of that of all things.

BUT REALLY I WROTE THIS SONG TO SPEAK MY MIND, DO WHAT I COULDN'T ON STAGE BECAUSE SOME COMPANIES NEED RAW CONCEPTS FOR THEIR UPCOMING COMEBACKS HERE'S A HEARTFELT ADVISE TO THE CAPITALIST USING MUSIC AS A COVER UP, PAY PROPER WAGES, TREAT ARTISTS RIGHT, AND WEAVE SOME HUMANITY IN YOUR BUSINESS CHARITY WORK DOESN'T EQUATE TO COMPASSION, VACATIONS AREN'T A PRIZE, IT'S A RIGHT STOP PUSHING PEOPLE TO BRINK OF A BURNOUT, OR TO LIVE SECRET LIVES THAT'S HOW BUTTERFLY EFFECTS COME ABOUT, GROUP BREAK-UPS, AND DISS TRACKS, YOU'RE LISTENING TO ONE RIGHT NOW.

he was hoping by the time he reaches this part of the song, he'd have changed his mind and let the song stay in the folder. it's usually easy to just brush off his frustrations once he's talked about it or wrote about it. but there was still that desire to have it uploaded, for it to reach the audience and for absolutely everyone to hear. it goes beyond this particular song though, there was the urge upload his older demos, even the ones he wasn't very confident in. he can't let his anxieties hold him back, can't overthink things at this point. he's already put himself out there the minute he admitted this is what he wanted to do.

THIS WORLD IS FALLING UNDER THE MERCY OF GREED IF A CONVENIENT OPPORTUNITY COMES, THE FALLEN WOULD TAKE IT WHO CARES IF IT'S HYPOCRITICAL OR IRONIC, AN OPPORTUNITY IS AN OPPORTUNITY I GUESS IN A WAY I UNDERSTAND IT, BUT THAT's JUST HYPOCRITICAL I'M GONNA BEGIN THE OUTRO, EVERYTHING IS OUT IN THE OPEN AFTER ALL WHAT IS THE POINT OF TRYING TO MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND AND SEE WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR EYES CLOSE AND HANDS OVER YOUR EARS? IF THERE'S ANYTHING I PICKED UP FROM ALL OF THIS IT'S TO CHANNEL EVERYTHING TO MY MUSIC AND KEEP CREATING MASTERPIECES THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF A MASTER PLAN THERE'S MORE I'M ABOUT TO DROP BUT I'M SAVING IT FOR MY NEXT TRACK NOW THAT'S HOW YOU DO A PROMOTION YOU TELL THE TRUTH (DON'T GET CAUGHT)

this is the part he's convinced that he's lost it, and he shakes his head and sighs as he hits upload. "open system it is." he mumbles as he gets on his feet, a small smile finally break on his face as he sees it finally up.

LYRICS / FLOW REFERENCE INSTRUMENTAL

#( HERE. IT. COMES #here it comes asdfadsaf ) #jmn:sc #jmn:solo #arc: first verse

[davidjjohnston3]

[last desire or "adopt an angel and you make more than a poem-friend for life" / "on a night when the lamplight had proven enough / you who are healing me i so love"] with long hair, the loom laid aside, the work that anyone could do, that machines could do, even infusing a spirit, Chicago mornings which were far away in dreams, "Beautiful Restriction," but only the cover-version by the girl who believed in it. There was a man who might have been a literary agent, and some of the literary agents published 800 or 1,800 books.  Some of them must be like super-fountains or archangels of love, or their love was crisp, or they didn't enjoy loving so they did it briskly, didn't abide, or they were doing everything at on stage like a medical specialist.  His pediatrician had watched over him 'congxiao' till the time that he was 23 when he had had his "Hitler seizure," and after that had never had a seizure again, and the Korean doctor at RWJ had told him to stay way from certain substances.  There was all this American-Korean literature, and everything was to be said, and the Gospel According to Saint Luke averred that even just talking about the life and works of Jesu would fill all the world with books and turn the fields of cereal grains and fruit-trees into libraries, and even the City of Heaven was not supposed to be a library, but to bedeck herself with numerous gardens, mickle fruits about the Tree of Life.  The real talent maybe for a literary agent and the reason why K-women's literature in the first quartile of the 21st century was practically sacred was that agents had discovered authors who would never before have gotten the chance to be authors.

"Nietzsche's 'Schopenhauer As Educator' talked about how Germany had no MFA programs.  He said 'school for authors' - how ingenious!  'My hard teacher Artur Schopenhauer.'  Early Nietzsche, before 'global offensive.'  Eternal offensive.  That's why after John Piper posted 'It Is Well with My Soul' about the Sewol I simply walked away; I didn't think that the Christians were wrong or fake, they were just racist AmProts.  'Football Christianity,' Lion of Judah lay down with his fried chicken and porn-collection while Jiang Zemin was drowning the lambs and post-partum aborting.   and he had a point because they had o good libraries in those days in those little towns.  Maybe to Germans the most intellectually intense media-source was always music.  Beethoven read the newspapers and drank beer; he ate fish-soup and walked by the river.  Koreans had the friggin' internet.  'And not a chance was stood.'  On a night when the trail was barely a road / my friend's girl stood naked but no tin the mood / and my heart was naked but not in the mood / and all of our hearts were not yet in the mood.'  I was smart but not competent.  I didn't say the right things at the right time.  I used to put the right words in wrong order; and I didn't want to be right 'cause I'd just get shot at.  _ _ it's easy for a pregnant man to get a job y'know.  But I didn't like playing that game.  Carrot cake at the Rutgers Glub?  The point is to know the meaning or destiny of one's everlasting affections, the face of one's _... This is why illuminatory Iberian-Irish Christianity.  Wings, wings, wings, and 'totally amazing mind, so understanding and so kind.'  I drank a toast like that once but LitGirl drank every toast so God knows; if a seed abide, if the ground be crumbled to receive the rain and planter's tenderings... Danny was like Johnny Appleseed but he had a specific purpose that I knew of; he was only theorizing.  Gop Dan and whatshisname walked by the crystal water, crossed the clay or silt.  It was 'better-than-non-native' or something.  American Korean literature is like, 'and the viscosity of the seemed to indicate _ _ _.'  Park Wansuh didn't start writing until 39 and I told Mom again and again that she could tell a story too but she's done; she's Volumnia; she's a Spartan with-shield-or-on-it; she's Givenchy Antigone; she's the Sarlacc; she ate my skull; she's BlueTooth; I'm watering a plastic flower with my blood.   White Faith used to say there was something un-sterile about CA versus NYC but what if this was just the presence of the (literary) Other?   He seemed to have never met anybody in California; they were all auditioning to be themselves except for Uncle Motorcycle and the Japanese guy who covered Arashi... You couldn't live without maintaining speed and direction and both F. Scott Fitzgerald and Faulkner(?) had found it ennervating. That was the worst word ever!  Those angry Alanis women were so ennervating; and they loved being ennervating.  "I want to kill people / thank you disillusionment."  Bad, fucking, hair. ...And he realized that the only thing left to learn was how she had won.

[thevaloroushearts]

"Alyx, look, the rays...! Do you see them...?"

"Mm'yep, sure do, sis... sure do..."

Cloudy skies, lowering temperature, gentle chills blowing across the cityfolk of Altiel... the cooler seasons were arriving, meaning many citizens were bundling up and readying themselves for the holidays. Shopping, staying warm, making memories with photoshoots, families walking together... no matter the lowering temperature, there was still a sense of warmth bustling about...

"I'm not certain why, but seeing rays of light breaking through winter clouds... it's such a gentle yet inspiring sight..." the normally sheepish Gardevoir commented with a tender tint of excitement, ears lifting as she felt her artist fingers twitch her finger across an open page in her sketchbook.

“Yeah, it’s kinda pretty I guess...” Meanwhile, the pale Gallade just looked on towards the sea, his gaze seeming... disinterested...? This didn't go by Oriel unnoticed, of course...

"Brother?"

"... Yeah?"

"... Pardon me for saying so, but you seem distant... is everything alright? You've grown passive as of late..."

"Eh, well... it's just, we've been working here for a while, doing all these fights and whatnot, raising money to make our ends meet..."

"Yes...?"

"... I guess I've just been wondering..." Alyx just rubbed the back of his head as a pessimistic sigh left his lips, "Don't get me wrong, Oriel, I'm thankful we've gone this far, it's just... As psyched as I am, I was just wondering if we ever will... , or at least, if we did go to see them, if something would make things take a turn for--"

"Heeey li'l bro, hey li'l sis! What're YOU two doing out without your li'l jackets, hm? Heehee~!"

Well that was a pleasant change of pace. The twins ears shot up as they caught the wind of a very familiar doting sisterly voice, with Oriel being first to turn her neck and see their adoptive sibling Lixue hopping over ever-so-cheerfully, sipping a cold beverage.

"Ah, Lixue! Hello again!"

"Hiya hiya! Have you two been standing here this whole time? C'mon, we live in Altiel! Go walk around the city! See the sights! What's gotten my lively li'l bro Alyx and inspired li'l sis Oriel staying put like this? It's not like ya!"

"Ah! W-well, erm, we're just--"

"Catching our breath and taking in the sights for once. Day off and all, sometimes all we just need is fresh air, y'know?"

Lixue could only giggle. "I could believe Oriel saying that, but YOU needing a break, Alyx? Heehee, you have the stamina of a Mudsdale! That's just silly!"

"Erm, Lixue... where is Masou...?"

"Hm? Oh!" She stuck her tongue out as she took a sip of her lemonade before  giving a little sigh. "He's just back at the League, thinking to himself as usual."

"The guy's gotta get out more... can't go isolating himself all the time, y'know? Hasn't he beaten himself up enough yet...?"

Way back at the ABL, the Hellfire Hoodlum himself was perched upon the ceiling of their fighting organization workplace, looming over the city. His own version of sight-seeing, perhaps? Akin to what a nightwatcher would do, at least. The reptile let out a steamy hiss as a whispy trail left his nostrils, gazing down at the cityfolk while allowing himself to be lost in his own thoughts.

<< Mmh... this view of the city...>> he thought to himself, tail idly swishing about as he hissed behind his collar, <<... perhaps one day I'll allow myself to actually enjoy it, once my debt is repaid... >> A disgruntled yet brooding exhale left his mouth, wanting to uncover his head to welcome the breeze, but he held himself back, as if fighting temptation, or perhaps refusing for another reason...

As his eyes wandered, he noticed far off in the distance that the vacant block of space far away from the more lively part of the city had but a few souls attending to it... an area that gave a chillingly silent vibe.

---

"..."

A somber wind howled lightly around the tall dark knight as he glanced down at his subject, as a sigh echoed within his mask and helmet.

"Two years..." he muttered to himself, "... nearly two years now... how time flies..."

Zarathos remained still, unmoving not unlike a statue, as his thoughts continued to escape him...

" ... To think, had I not allowed something so... primal... so arrogant..."

The rest of those would-be words died in his throat, replacing the remnants with harsh mumbles. At a loss for what else to say, Zarathos pledged a hand powerfully to his chest, letting out an adamant snarl.

" ... rest well, soldier..."

Unbeknownst to the Bisharp, at least yet, there were two other Altiel citizens that happened to walk by the entry to this somber field, looking on at the terrifyingly tall warrior from a safe  distance.

"... Erm, how long do you think he's been there...?" a soft, concerned male Bisharp's voice uttered to the other.

"Ah, that I cannot say, mein Freund..." retorted the girl, holding a hand up to her mouth. "I... try to avoid areas such as these, yet seeing him here all by myself makes me wonder..."

"I agree, it's a somber place, but the fact that the Champion is all the way from the Battle League, here, all alone...?"

"Pardon me, but what are you two unlikely onlookers doing?"

"GCK--!" "ACK--!"

Takeshi and Eira nearly leaped at the sound of being addressed from behind, the Medicham behind the both of them merely chuckling in amusement. Adjusting his glasses, he continued to prod.

"Are the two of you here to spy our notorious battle-reigning brood? My my, how unusually rude of you two! Even the champion can't get a moment of peace during such glum displays of consciousness. I highly doubt you two came to merely stare at the dead from a long distance?"

"O-oh! I was just, er, fetching supplies for the Kirikuisine! Food supplies!"

"And I was, er, making my way to the Blue Moon Cafe!"

"The Blue Moon Cafe is not this many blocks away from the ABL, madame. And why come here when the food supermarket provides superior ingredients in the other direction for your quaint little foodshop?"

Just before the two could answer, they felt a burning glare pierce them from the distance.

" ... How long have you been there?" snarled the champion at his unwelcome 'audience.'

Needless to say, Takeshi and Eira were quick to make their ways away, but not before awkwardly waving to Zarathos and then each other.

"T-to the food market with me! Ahaha, farewell!"

"Oh of course! Take care, Takeshi!"

The Medicham just rolled his eyes and shook his head, raising a hand peaceably at the dark champion before walking off. <<Very well, leaving him to his charmingly depressing payment of respects is fair enough I suppose... my curiosity would only be squandered in a place such as this.>>

---

" ... I'm sure he'll be alright~!" Lixue remarked before sidling up to her adoptive siblings, tilting her head with a cute smile. "C'mon, cheer up Alyx! Masou does enough frowning for the rest of us, you don't have to stay so quiet! C'mon, let's see a smile," insisted the icy Lucaritales before hugging her adoptive Gallade brother.

"Nnh, Li, please--"

And then Alyx's blood sister joined, smiling up at the bladed brawler in hopes he would listen to the words of Lixue. Al could only sigh and give off an awkward grin.

"C-c'mon Oriel, Lixue, you're embarrassing me out here..."

"Heehee, you're beyond embarrassment at this age, Alyx!"

"There's that smile..." Oriel chimed with a little giggle. “How ironic, is it not? You’re usually the one who consoles me...”

"Hah, alright alright, ya win. I've just been thinking a lot that's all, but I guess I'll spend more time seein' sights as usual.”

"Yee~! There we go! Great idea! Let's walk around Altiel together!"

"I-If you're alright with that, Alyx...?"

"... Heh... sure, why not."

---

(( The Valorous Hearts is back! This is a soft boot; a continuation from the older archive blog, with some tweaks to designs, stories, motives and other details! Most relationships, unless desired otherwise, will remain canon, but some have been redone/adjusted! Some questions can be re-asked, feel free to ask which ones! ))

#gallade #gardevoir #lucario #bisharp #scrafty #togekiss #medicham #alyxgallae #orielgardevoir #lixuelucario #masouscrafty #zarathosbisharp #takeshibisharp #eiragardekiss #vihaanmedicham

[this-is-for-the-record-blog]

Binaural - Pearl Jam - Album Review

Binaural is the sixth record from respected alternative rock band Pearl Jam. It was around the time, in 2000, that this record was released when many people had forgotten about Pearl Jam and many of the other 90s rock bands from Seattle. Ironically it was actually around the time I discovered Pearl Jam and many of the 90s rock bands. I didnt catch wind of this record till a year after it was released though. I remember buying Binaural from Virgin Records along with Live on Two Legs the bands compilation of live performances from the bands Yield tour. This record was very different from anything Pearl Jam released prior, Yield included. It had a much different energy and really utilized the space in the songs. This record like No Code took me some time to understand. This change in pacing and sound was in part because of the bands switch in producers. This would mark the first record for producer Tchad Blake, who was chosen as the replacement for long time producer for the band Brendan O’Brien and also marked the bands first record with new drummer Matt Cameron who was best known for his work with Soundgarden before their departure. Binaural refers to the recording technique used on the record and literally means to listen with both ears.

Binaural takes a pretty different approach in recording style, which is where the record gets its title. Tchad Blake was chosen to produce the record because he was known for this Binaural style recording. The album was recorded using a technique where two microphones were used to create a 3D stereophonic sound an effect that simulates being in the studio with the band. Regarding producer Tchad Blake guitarist Stone Gossard said “He was just there for us the whole time, wanting us to create different moods.” This record marked some difficulties for the band members, such as Eddie Vedder suffering from writers block, which inspired the hidden track consisting entirely of typewriter noises after the last track “Parting Ways” which features, for the first time, a string arrangement. This frustration of coming up with ideas led to Eddie picking up a ukulele for the first time to inspire him on “Soon Forget” but also it led to heavy influences on the record like on that same track which musically almost completely rips off the Who’s ukulele song “Red, Blue, and Grey” and the track “Breakerfall” sounds like “I Can See For Miles” also by The Who with its Townshend’s style windmill guitar strums while “Nothing As It Seems” guitarist Mike McCready performs a couple vicious solos on a track with a guitar tone, structure and mood similar to “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd. At the time of recording Binaural, McCready had been struggling with Crohn’s disease, which led to an addiction to prescription drugs. McCready had again checked into a rehab center during the recording process.

Also like Yield Binaural included creative input from all member of the band including the newest addition drummer Matt Cameron collaboratively writing both the music and lyrics. Much of the structures here incorporate a lot of experimenting but not in the lo-fi, stripped back kind of way that was present prior to Yield but much more of a mature and professional experimenting with guitar effects like swirling choruses vibratos, phasers and delay. If Pearl Jams previous records were Young, Stones, Zeppelin and Beatles records Binaural is definitely Pearl Jam’s Floyd record. In “Nothing As It Seems”, one of my favorites, the band really creates a very atmospheric sound like on much of the record with the use of the Binaural recording technique but also with the song structures and instrumentation as well. A song written by bassists Jeff Ament who uses a moaning upright bass which contributes to much of the songs atmosphere as well. Mike McCready plays a very eerie, echoing, psychedelic David Gilmour-esque solo and guitar melody, and as I said earlier, similar to “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd, with just a sight more edge in his tone. Other times McCreadys guitar tone also pulls influence from Mick Taylor and Eric Clapton on the bluesy, moody track “Of The Girl” a song similar to clapton’s “After Midnight”. Singer Eddie Vedder said this about the production, “It’s a type of recording that’s called binaural recording. There’s several ways to do it, whether there’s two microphones clipped here [motions to both temples by ear], to not just record the instruments, but record the air around the instruments. You can hear, there’s a song called ‘Of The Girl.’ You know you can hear Mike’s, Mike McCready’s guitar. You can really feel the space of the room. That is something that you kind of miss from modern recordings…” “Insignificance” and “Evacuation” are very rhythmic and drum driven tracks and are arguably the most complex songs up to this point with their layered build, complex, unpredictable timing and beats (thanks to new drummer Matt Cameron) echoing vocals and atmosphere. Many of the songs burn slower though than most of their back catalog.with texture and atmosphere being the focal point like the meditative and experimental “Sleight of Hand”, “Of The Girl”, “Thin Air” and “Parting Ways”. While a couple of the tracks are some of the bands heaviest like “Breakerfall”, “Evacuation” “Grievance” and ”Gods Dice”.

The album artwork features The Hourglass Nebula. The image is a Nasa photo of a planetary nebula, an “expanding, glowing shell of ejected ionized gas” some 8,000 light-years from Earth, apart of a binary system that was taken from the Hubble Space Telescope. Jeff Ament said, “The reason that we went with Tchad [Blake] is because he provides an amazing atmosphere to songs….So, I think we wanted the artwork to represent that….One of the themes that we’ve been exploring…is just realizing that in the big scheme of things, even the music that we make when we come together, no matter how powerful it is, it’s still pretty minuscule. I think for me the whole space theme has a lot to do with scale. You know, you look at some of those pictures, and there are thirteen light years in four inches in that picture.” Much like many planetary nebulae this record is also extremely complex and varies in its morphologies, incorporating my different genres, neopsychadelia, folk rock, garage rock, blues, indie rock and moody post punk undertones. The records title, atmosphere and themes as they are compared to the cover art are phenomenally accurate. About one-fifth of planetary nebulae are roughly spherical, but the majority are not spherically symmetric. The mechanisms that produce such a wide variety of shapes and features are not yet well understood, but binary central stars, stellar winds and magnetic fields may play a role. Each song a bit different from one another but created from the same energy.

Like the music on the record, the lyrics cover much darker and more somber subject matter like war, peace, violence, authority abuse, discomfort in life and love, especially when compared to the bright uplifting mood of their previous record Yield. One of the sadder but most beautiful tracks to ever be written by Pearl Jam is “Sleight of Hand” a song that brings to mind The Great Gatsby or  the character Willy Loman in “Death of a Salesman” where the character in the song realizes what he always believed adult life to be was not what he thought or hoped it to be and the dreams he’d had as a child would never be achievable, ultimately tricked by the so called “American Dream”. Some political and social issues regarding civil liberties are stated in songs like “Evacuation” a song about embracing change and “Insignificance” and “Grievance” songs questioning the significance behind the 1999 Seattle WTO protests and speaks of the dehuminization and detachment effects from technology beginning around the turn of the century and the adverse affects of political struggle. The song “Rival” reflects on the 1999 Columbine High School shooting. At the time the deadliest school shooting in American history. The shooting was influenced by their desire to rival the Oklahoma City bombing and other deadly incidents in the United States in the 1990s. Vedder had this to say regarding some of the sadder themes and social criticisms and political themes within the lyricism on Binaural, “I think what everyone’s looking for, y'know, is freedom…That’s part of being comfortable in your own skin. I know I had a problem with being told what to do, and had a problem with being mentally and physically constricted. All of humanity is searching for freedom and I think it’s important to know when you have it, too.”

The album covers some very personal feelings and topics like spiritual beliefs on the track “Gods’ Dice” which is a song that judges anyone with a belief system. “Nothing As It Seems” is about something that appears one way from an outside perspective but is viewed a whole other way when you’ve seen from inside. Other times Eddie is mourning the loss over someone who has past on to a place that is not of this world but might just possibly still be reachable within the cosmic universe somewhere on the Neil Young inspired “Light Years”. Vedder not only suffered from some writers block, but also had some personal turmoil in his love life and marriage which came to an end during the time of this records recording. I feel songs reflect this inner turmoil in songs like “Breakerfall” and “Of The Girl” a song about relying heavily on love as a drug to where when its gone you’re left vulnerable and having withdraws. “Parting Ways” a song about a separation of two lovers. Many songs are very expressive emotionally and send the message of you can define your own life or let your life define you. “Soon Forget” is about a man who lets the material world and the size of his wallet define him and in the end hes like the money he defines himself by, here today gone tomorrow.

I feel Binaural gets overlooked even by the band themselves. Its a record that gets neglected most live and probably the first record to really get neglected by the mainstream radio, bytbreally anything after Vitalogy or even VS never gets airplay. The band still not perusing mainstream marketing in interviews and no music videos came from this record. Any mainstream success present during the early 90s for the band was definitely long gone. With Matt Cameron on board live performances became a primary for the focus at this time for the band. Reaching their 10 year anniversary as a band they were definitely paving their road to the Hall of Fame. Binaural really proved to be a huge progressive step for the band trying and experimenting with new things from production, structure, textures and instrumentation. Its not quite as good of a record as Yield or even their next effort in 2002, but I think its a record that makes sense as a bridge between the two records and at the time was a record youd expect from Pearl Jam being a sort of evolution in progression. Its brash, calming, atmospheric, personally emotive and expressive. Tragedies would soon follow after the release of this record that would play a big role on the bands seventh record that would leave the band questioning their purpose of even existing. Despite Eddies writers block he had been dealing with during the writing of the record a lot of songs were cut from the record such as “Sad”, a song that sounds like something off Sleater Kinney’s Hot Rock album and “Fatal” an acoustic ballad, and theres the grungy “In the Moonlight”, “Education”, “Sweet Lew”, which is a song led sung by Jeff Ament. “Hitchhiker”, the Three Fish inspired “Strangest Tribe”, and the folky acoustic “Drifting”. My favorite songs are “Light Years”, “Nothing As It Seems”, “Sleight of Hand”, “Of The Girl”, “Gods’ Dice”, and “Thin Air”. If you like Matthew Good Band, Temple of the Dog, Candlebox, Soundgarden, Finn Brothers, Wellwater Conspiracy, Supergrass, Stillwater, Mad Season, The Dismemberment Plan, Life House, The Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton, Three Fish, Pink Floyd, Neil Finn, The Verve Pipe, Brad,  The Rockfords, Mother Love Bone, Josh Freese, Neil Young, The Who, Seven Mary Three, Skin Yard, Stone Temple Pilots, Hater, Stegosaurus, Smashing Pumpkins, The Doors, Chris Cornell, Foo Fighters, or Red Hot Chili Peppers you will love this record.

#pearl jam #binaural #alternative rock #matthew good band #the rolling stones #temple of the dog #candlebox #soundgarden #finn brothers #wellwater conspiracy #supergrass #sonic youth #mad season #the dismemberment plan #three fish #pink floyd #neil finn #the verve pipe #brad #the rockfords #mother love bone #josh freese #neil young #the who #skin yard #stone temple pilots #hater #stegosaurus #smashing pumpkins #the doors

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Scarred (Theron Shan/Imperial Agent)

AO3

After waking from a sleep filled with nightmares, Fin settles himself in for a long night alone. That is, until an unexpected guest arrives. 

Fi'nalyn sat at his workbench, his back hunched over, tight and tense, in a position that was far from comfortable, as he cleaned his blaster rifle with more force than was necessary. His gloved hands shook and his eyes dragged with exhaustion, despite the overload of caf he drank.

His sleep was plagued with nightmares.

In his dreams were the echoes of screams and cries as fire rained down on the Empire—on his own people—at his call. Memories of his Darth Jadus, of Eradication Day, of Hoth, of the SIS, of that man—

That voice. No matter how far he ran, or how long they were apart, Fin would always be drawn back to him. Always the magnetic attraction, the temptation he couldn't explain but found he never wanted to resist.

Like fire on flesh. The best of enemies.

Fin remembered the feeling of his brain as it tore itself in half, the feeling of every muscle in his body going tense, and then numb, of wanting to scream but unable to open his mouth—

Keyword: Onomatophobia. Thesh Protocol Engaged

Fin threw himself up from his chair, his muscles constricted as he gasped for air. His seat overturned, and in a frenzy, he grabbed the nearest object he could find and hurled it across the room blindly.

It was then that Fin heard a door open and someone cry out in alarm.

Fin looked up and was surprised to see Theron Shan standing in the doorway, his body in an animated defensive position.

The object that Fin had thrown hit the ground with a resounding crash and skid across the floor before it slammed into the wall.

The two agents stared at each other, wide-eyed and frozen in place.

Theron spoke first.

“Not exactly what I was expecting. Thought you liked me better than that,” Theron said. He cleared his throat to gain his composure.

“I— What are you doing here?” Fin asked, as he stumbled to find the right words.

“Well, y'know, I couldn't sleep and I was feeling pretty lonely, so I thought I'd stop by for the company, or something,” Theron tried his best to sound nonchalant but failed miserably at it, “If I'd known you’d be practicing throwing your blaster, I would have brought my own.”

Fin looked across the room and realized, to his own mortification, that the object he had discarded had been his blaster rifle.

His eyes fell shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Theron, now’s not exactly the best time,” he said.

Theron sent several scathing looks to the piles of empty mugs that surrounded them and the chair that laid overturned on the floor, “I can go if you’re,” he paused, “…busy.”

Fin’s shoulders slumped.

He searched for the strength to dismiss Theron, but he found none.

All his companions were gone and he'd forgotten just how terrifying the loneliness was.

Sleepless nights did that to you.

A decent welcome was out of the question, but the least he could be was hospitable after he nearly hit Theron with his blaster.

“Sit, I'll get you a drink,” he said as he pulled his work gloves off.

“I’d prefer to drink something stronger,” Theron said.

“Caf is all I have,” he stated.

Theron waved a no with his hands, “I’m okay. You look awful. You probably need sleep more than anything else,” he said, his voice light against the heaviness of the room.

Fin was suddenly aware of just how terrible he must look. His hair was dirty and unbrushed, and he hadn’t managed to take off all his makeup from the night before, which had left his face covered in faded blotches of black. He’s looked worse, but not by much.

He slid a quick hand through his silver hair to make himself look somewhat presentable.

“Do you say that to everyone, or only the ones you like?”

Theron laughed, “No, it’s just you.”

“You always know how to make me feel special,” Fin deadpanned.

“Not as special as I feel. Is it normal for you to welcome all your guests with a blaster thrown at them, or is it just me?” Theron asked.

He smirked, “It’s just you.”

Theron gave him an amused look.

Fin moved to the other side of the room to pour himself a cup of caf.

He waited a moment before he glanced over his shoulder. He watched as Theron took a seat on the dark sofa, his posture relaxed, as he casually draped an arm around the back of the seat.

It said a lot that for a man who claimed to be deprived of sleep, Theron looked no worse than ever. His hair was its normal voluminous shape and his eyes were wide awake. He was even dressed in casual dark clothes with his ever-present red jacket.

Theron met Fin’s eyes and countered his gaze.

“Is everything okay?” He heard Theron ask, “You seem off.”

Fin froze.

The last thing he wanted to do was explain the reasons for his nightmares with Theron. It was more than likely that he already knew a good portion of his deeds as Cipher 9, but he had no desire to repeat them for confirmation. So, he only answered with,

“Can't sleep,” his words came out faster than he’d intended.

“I figured as much. Was it a nightmare?”

They watched each other, Theron’s expression expectant. So, after a long pause, Fin shrugged.

Theron’s eyes narrowed.

“You really don't talk much, do you?” He asked, though it sounded more like a statement than a question.

Fin blanched, “Figured that out just now, Agent Shan?” He countered.

Theron scoffed, “Not all of us had that fancy Chiss Ascendancy training, Cipher 9,” he said, his voice a playful tease.

The corner of Fin's mouth quirked up. With his mug in hand, he sat adjacent to Theron on the sofa, “So you admit that the Ascendancy is better than SIS training?”

Theron shrugged and leaned toward him, “Maybe in some regards. But I could hold my own against you any day. At least, long enough for me to get away,” he gestured with his hands as he spoke.

Fin let out a soft laugh that sounded awfully close to a giggle, before he caught himself and cleared his throat. He stared, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You're not like other SIS I've met,” he said, as he toyed with the mug with his hands.

“Because I’m the only one who hasn’t shot you yet?” Theron asked, and Fin breathed a laugh, “Were any as handsome as me?”

Fin thought for a moment, then decided, “Not nearly, but one was just as…”

Words failed him, but from the look on Theron’s face, he seemed to get the idea.

“Ah,” he nodded, “Any exes I should keep an eye out for then?”

Fin shook his head, “None that you need to know about,” he said.

Theron laughed, “I’ll remember that.”

His laughter died down and the room fell into silence, though it was warm and companionable, a stark contrast to the empty, deafening silence that was usual of the Phantom whenever he found himself alone.

Fin took a sip of his drink, relieved to find it still warm, and placed it on the nearest surface. Sleep weighed on him, and his eyes fell shut as he relaxed to the feeling of good company and the pleasant aroma of caf.

Fin felt the dip in the sofa as Theron moved to sit closer, and instinct made him open his eyes.

He found Theron staring, and Fin froze as his eyes scanned his face. A question was obvious on his mind, and Fin knew what it would be.

“I’ve been wondering this for a while now,” he said, “Your scars, how did you get them?” Theron asked.

Fin took a sharp breath before he began.

“Training mission. I was tasked with deactivating a small explosive device, but it went off before I had time to get away,” he said, his voice mechanical. He'd long lost track of how many times he’s had to repeat this story, “I avoided the blast but there was shrapnel. The field medics had done the best they could, but the evac was at the end. I either had to finish the course as quickly as possible, or wait for rescue to find me once the time had run out,” his tone rose in volume and each word came out more poisoned-filled than the last, “I was the youngest person on that mission. I had something to prove, and I wasn’t going to let myself fail because of my mistakes. So, I went on, and I completed the mission with the skin of my face falling off, a ruptured eardrum, and an eye I couldn’t open.

“I was lucky I didn't lose anything important,” he cut himself off sharply, and his voice returned to the monotony it was before.

It took Theron a moment to let it all sink in.

“And this was where, the Chiss Ascendancy? How old were you?” He asked.

“I was twelve. I've had them for nine years now,” he said.

Theron muttered a swear under his breath.

Fin looked down at his hands, at the chipped black paint on his nails, at the scars on his knuckles, and at the callouses on his palms.

The scars on his face were crisscrossed and cross-hatched, with long, ugly stitches that ran up into his hairline, over the bridge of his nose, across his cheeks, and down his neck and shoulders. They marred his face and worst of all, they were impossible to hide.

Everything about them, about him was wrong.

“Fin—?”

“After the mission, I gained a reputation at the Ascendancy. Everyone heard the story and could recognize me by the scars alone. When you’re training to wear many names and faces, easily identifiable scars are the last things you want,” he said, “So, I wore helmets and masks for as long as I could. But after I joined Imperial Intelligence, I couldn't hide myself—”

“Ironic.”

“—That’s when I started using makeup. Lipstick, eyeshadow, eyeliner. It helped, a little,” he finished. “Now, I just enjoy wearing it,” he cracked a smile, but it fell almost instantly.

Theron stared at him long, hard, before he broke the silence with a sigh.

“I have to admit, the makeup does you no disservice,” he said.

Fin laughed as he always did when Theron teased him, but when he glanced at Theron’s face, expecting that smug and shameless smile, there was something else. His expression was serious, his mouth a soft line, and his bright brown eyes were the only glimpse of the true, genuine emotion that he felt.

Fin felt then, that he wanted to kiss him.

But he wasn’t ready for that. Neither of them were. Not yet.

Soon, he hoped.

So instead, Fin smiled back, slow and sad.

“I know,” he said. His words were confident, but his eyes were not.

Theron ever so softly raised his hand and caressed Fin’s cheek.

“Fin, listen. I'm not sure about you, but that—” he gestured with his free hand out the door where the blaster still laid on the floor, “—shouldn’t be normal. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but just, get some sleep, alright?”

Fin wanted to reject Theron outright, to say that he regretted ever telling him anything about his life, but when he was forced to face the honesty Theron held in his voice, he knew he couldn’t send him away.

Fin closed his eyes. He placed a hand over Theron’s, and nodded.

Okay… Okay.

Theron wrapped a hand around Fin’s arm and pulled his closer, slow and gentle, until Fin’s head was rested, rather awkwardly, on his lap.

Apparently, the bedroom wasn’t what Theron had in mind.

He was surprised, to say the least.

Theron was far from the first person he’d ever cared for in this way, but his love life had been anything but pleasant. From the beginning, it had been filled with empty goodbyes, unrequited affections, and unforgivable cruelty. He’d long accepted this and had begun to expect it from everyone he grew attached to.

That was, of course, until he met Theron. Never in any of Fin’s previous relationships had he ever done something so… soft.

Even in the smallest of actions, Theron changed Fin’s perspective on everything.

Fin was tense, unsure of himself, until he felt a warm hand run fingers through his hair. The fingertips neared the scars that were hidden in his hair, but never touched the sensitive skin. It was a relaxing motion and his eyes drifted shut as he felt himself on the edge of sleep.

He shifted to find a more comfortable position, but he froze when he felt something solid in Theron's jacket.

He could almost laugh.

“Theron?”

“Hm?”

“You did bring your blaster,” he said.

Theron reached into his jacket and pulled out a blaster pistol.

“Would you look at that,” he said. At least he had the decency to sound shocked.

“Theron?”

“Yeah?”

“I like your scars too,” he said.

Theron smiled.

“Thanks.”

#cipher nine #theron shan #imperial agent #swtor #fi'nalyn #agent fi'nalyn #outlander #star wars the old republic #bioware #fanfic #theron shan/imperial agent #imperial agent/theron shan #agent/theron shan #theron shan/agent #fluff and angst #ao3

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光のないオオカミ(Hikari no nai ōkami )(part 1) (part 2 here)

the wolf without light

Summary: after wolf loses his master kuro,and with the crusade of the holy child over,wolf feels like theres nothing else to live for.

Until he meets a misterious woman with connections with the spirit realm

Word count:2,328

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The lively chatter of the town seemed dull to him.

A shinobi with no cause, for him the biggest of shames.

And now to top the cake he stumbles drunkly on the streets,the cold of winter does nothing to his skin, and so falls face flat on the floor and his eyes close.

Pure darkness.

He gasps a fresh batch of air,his eyes scan the place, clear Sky,green Grass and an endless sunflower field before him.

He stands up,no hungover,no dizzyness, what is this place?

--you heed the name wolf,is that correct?

A woman says behind the Man, with her arms folded behind her back.

--Who are you?

Wolf asked turning around.

The misterious girl looks up to meet his gaze.

The shinobi gasps softly -- _Jimuwari_

Jimuwari was one of the most emblematic kunoichi, having accomplished many things while in duty,yet one day she left without a trace.

Of course jimuwari wasnt her name,that was left under wraps,how ever the nickname came from a gesture , a sunflower would be placed on the scene when she flet once her task was done,and so the people in town decided to name jer jimuwari,sunflower.

--I see that the myths about me are still sung in earth...welcome wolf...

-w what is this place?

The shinobi looks around him,the Fields seemed to go around forever.

--This place has a lot of names y'know?the field of reeds,or the aaru, heaven...I call It...home

--heaven?am I---

--no of course not dear--her han rests on his shoulder-- it just so happends that you were needed here, follow me...

He nodds,fullowing suit as they made their way to...somewhere.

--You wonder where im taking you...its okay you can trust in me

--how do you--

She chuckles,a soft melodic sound like the chime of a bell.

--I cant read minds if thats what youre wondering, your expression says it all dear

A shadow hovers above them, a house stretches over the Sky, it seemed bigger than what it really was.

-First you might want to take care of yourself, come inside and make yourself comfortable

He opens the door for her,Bowing as he does so.

Even with the years manners still remain, maybe he wasnt as much of a waste as he thought he was.

Jimuwari enters with wolf behind her--Behind that wall theres a kettle with tea,pour yourself a cup of it ,If you so desire

The Man nodds silently and dissapears behind the door.

The woman sighs and grabs two bowls of rice, walking softly to the room besides the little kitchen.

And so there he is, wolf sipping slowly and silently from his tea.

She sits infront of him before handing him the rice.

--So you see, your master,kuro asked me to help you

--i dont need any help.

--If it was true you wouldnt be here,after your crusade with the holy child, kuro asked me to give you a New purpose, today you Will rest ,and tomorrow you Will find the things I need to go back to your world...I would be extremely grateful and so Will kuro

Kuro?he would do anything for his lord,and If he told this woman to ask for his help then he Will do as she told him.

--What do you need?

--First you'll find my weapons,my sword hikari and my bow kaze...they lie beneath a maze,heavily guarded...then you'll go to a village in the mountains,there is an amulet that Will help me go back to earth

The Man nodds --If my lord asked my help beyond the Grave then ill comply...

The womans features soften--But first you must replenish your energy,today you rest,tomorrow to work...

And so it is done, wolf takes just a tiny bit to wonder around the house,a kitchen,a livingroom,upstairs theres a library with a bed and a balcony that faced into the sunflowers around it, and then,the bedroom downstairs in another building just besides the house.

Night falls on the fields,after dinner, its time to sleep, though there was just a tiny bit of a problem.

--I can take the bed on the library, I wont bother

--That bed up there Will give you a back ache

--It Will not affect my abilities tomorrow,mistress

--There you go again with that, call me jimawari or jima...,and theres no way youre sleeping up there

--But mistress-- im sorry mis jimawari im not worthy of sharing a bed with you

The woman huffs and takes his prosthetic hand, almost dragging him outside and into the bedroom..

--sleep,now....

He has no choice but to obey,he lays on the soft cotton bed,green covers slide over him as jimawari's hand Grace his face--You comfortable?

His cheeks redden , he nodds and hides his face on the pillow.

That soft bellchime that was her chuckles is all he can hear before she lays on the bed with him.

--Good night wolf

He can feel her back against his.

--Goodnight miss Jimawari...

Sun appears in the horizon marking the beginning of the day,and with it wolfs quest.

--Be careful out there wolf

Jimawari said,the Man softly grabs her hands pressing them to his chest-- As long as my heart beats any mission given Will be a mission done,mistress jimawari...

She sighs looking up to him and noddind--Good luck...

And so his form is lost into the fields.

Mission given mission done,sort of.

The battle was fierce, Many Many guards more than one could count were protecting the weapons.

The maze was really easy to get lost into,the people guarding it were good warriors,fallen by those same weapons they custodied.

Yet he accomplished his task, and though wounded he came back to the house with the weapons.

--Wolf!--jima said holding him as he fell-look at you! What happened?

She sits him in one of the sofá like furniture in the livingroom, grabbing a bunch of bandages.

--They were fierce warriors,but nonetheless im here

Jimawari huffs and sits with him-- strip

--W what ?

--strip I need to patch up your wounds...

The Man,a stuttering mess by now, does as he is told, taking the superior part of his armor,leaving his flesh exposed.

--Look at you,youre a mess...

And so with baby Pink cheeks the kunoichi treats his injuries.

--Take this--she said handing him a cup with tea--It Will help to numb the pain away...-the shinobi takes it and drinks from it,warm and fuzzy,Like the feelings in his chest.

--Now with my weapons ill be able to help you with your Next task...

--Mistress you need to stay here...--wolf cared deeply for her,even with a day of knowing her.

He didnt want to see her injured or worst.. dead...

He already lost enough people.

--Look wolf I--

She sighed and her gaze softened looking down at the Fire just under the kettle.----Sunflowers search the light,when they dont they turn to eachother, and maybe just like them we can face eachother until light comes,you dont have to face this by yourself,wolf.

The shinobi looks away and turns his gaze on the teacup in his hands.

--Its my solemn duty...

--But that doesnt mean you cant get help....

--mistress I do not want to see you hurt...

--But your words hurt more knowing that you wont let me go with you,I too dont want to see you hurt..or dead...

Both look into the others eyes before looking away.

--Ill go and get a book from upstairs...maybe I can find a recipe to help your injuries heal..

She leaves the cup on the little table and walks up to a flight of handstairs, as she climbs her hands slip,and with a missed step she is doomned to hit the ground.

Only that a pair of arms catch her just in time.

--Thank you wolf...--her laughter was nervous as her cheeks were red with shame.

The Man lets his gaze linger a bit longer before setting her back to her feet,his cheeks equally red.

--Ill go and get it,I Wont trip this time...

--Let me go with you...for good measure...

She chuckles and nodds,both go upstairs, checking some of the shelves.

Theres an idol on top of an shelf.

--Its an altar to elementus,goddes of all.

-Goddes of all?what is that that you mean?

--Different religions I suppose

she holds a sunflower in her hand

--And to think people kill eachother for things like this ,right ?but Us wolf...we are different...

He lets out a grunt in agreement before grabbing a book with a green cover.

Its full of poems,tales And beautiful drawings.

--Oh thats mine,in my free time I like to make things...

--These are amazing mistress--he flipped through the book amazed by the Grace of her creations.

--You can flip through it,lets go downstairs and you can get some rest...come on

And so the afternoon goes away as both stay in silence, jimawari making the remedie and him looking at her art.

Theres an amazing,but unfinished drawing of him, he felt flattered.

A soft smile graced his lips its been a long time since he last smiled. --Its not done yet--hes startled as jima sits with him, handing him the medicinal tea--If you sit still ill be able to finish it

--Yes please--- Im sorry I meant...as you please mistress...

--Its flatterint hearing you calling me that, wolf, but use it when you have an actual excuse to use it

She winks at him grabbing the pencil inside of the book-stay still

The Mans cheeks are red as Fire,burning just like it as he nodds and keeps his posture.

He was probably making a fool of himself.

But its worth it when he gets to see her smile.

#f/o community #f/o #romantic f/o #my f/os #f/o x s/i #self shipping #self insert #self ship #f/os #f/o tag #sekiro/wolf

[drv3imagines]

Yikes!

Rantaro Amami * The first word that comes to Rantaro’s mind is not a nice one, and I’ll give you a hint, it starts with an F. * But he knows that if he panics, he will miss crucial details of where the heck he put his wedding band. * If you’re in the house, he’s very casual about the ordeal, acting as chill as he usually does, while his mind is frantic to find it before he loses his sanity. * You don’t notice his secret glances, or casual tossing of an item, but you are the first one to find it before he does. * When you inquire him about it, this guy almost dies from relief, explaining that he had taken it off so it wouldn’t get damaged while he was doing some light cleaning. * He’s grateful to have your keen eye, and takes a light note that if this ever happens again he’ll just ask you…then again he wouldn’t wanna make this a habit.

Korekiyo Shinguuji * Nothing soothed Kore more than a nice relaxing mid afternoon bath. * The setting was stress alleviating and calm. * Even though he loved you dearly, he did relish the moments when he had time to drift off in his own thoughts. * He won’t lie though, spending too much time in the bath aroused his neediness and desire for you company. * Oh great, now he’s made himself lonely…his mind pondered to you, curious if you shared his loneliness at the time. Hmm, perhaps that will be a question for when you return. * Once he was satisfied with the amount of time he spent in the bath (that and the water turned freezing), he got out and wrapped himself in a towel, getting ready for the rest of the day. * But… * He was certain he put his ring on the counter?!? * He wouldn’t have been careless enough to bathe with his ring right?!?!? * Even though he already knew what he’d done, he glanced at the tub anyway, hoping that maybe he hadn’t let out the water… * For the next two hours, Kore desperately contacted as many plumbers in the area who could appear on such notice.

Kaito Momota * He always takes his ring off before a work out, y'know? * Once the blood gets pumping, and the sweat starts to roll, there’s no way he could keep up with it when he was totally focused on cardio. * He always placed it in the same spot every time so he wouldn’t forget it, side right pocket of his gym bag….uh…side left pocket of his gym bag??? Front pouch? Inner pouch??? Maybe it was in his wallet???????? * At this point Kaito was in a frenzy trying to figure out where he’d left his ring, his extra clothes were tossed about carelessly, as he emptied out his entire bag. * Okay Momota, maybe s/o won’t freak out because of this. That’s why you got the warranty right??? You didn’t forget to put the warranty on your rings did you? Son of a b- * He couldn’t even say he was disappointed, sure the ring mattered, but it wasn’t some sort of symbolism that he’d lose you right (unless the occult had something to do with this…) * Kaito was far too deep in his thoughts to even care about changing back, and instead stuffed all his things back in his bag and prepared to head out. * Just as he was about to leave, one of the gym attendants stopped him at the door. * “Sir, you dropped this!”

Kokichi Ouma * Let’s face it, the guy is going to lose his ring more times than he can count. But it’s not on purpose. * While he is careful not to get it damaged, he is usually too into whatever he’s doing to remember to remove it so he doesn’t lose it. * He never in his entire life would have counted on losing his ring in the worst place imaginable. * An amusement park. * … * Even worse, you were with him when he felt the article slip off his finger during the ride. * Don'tpanicdont'tpanicdon'tpanicdon'tpanic! * No task was ever too large for the great King! Especially when he’s got eyes and ears everywhere! * He’d simply have one of his super elite team members find the ring while he kept you distracted. * “Aw, but I wanted to take a break.” * “Nishishishi~ S/o don’t be lame~ There’s so much we still haven’t done yet~” * He hoped that by doing this he’d also wear you out and eventually he could slip away himself and look for his precious wedding band. * It was near closing time in the park and still no luck. * At this point Kokichi was on the verge of real tears, mainly because it was his fault, but also at the fact that he can never keep up with his ring! * He could easily lie to you, but what good would that be if he- * Wait a second– * Interrupting his sulky mood, Kokichi noticed a familiar glinting ring on a ring stand of a carnie booth. * Ditching you for a moment, Ouma, the expert liar, was able to win his ring back with his smooth talking, 100$, and his s/o’s skill at carnival booth games.

Shuuichi Saihara * Whoever said detectives never had to do dirty work, obviously hasn’t observed the fields a detective works in. * To say the least, Shuuichi is fully aware of how his job can cause damage to his wedding ring. * That’s why during a ‘field day’ he never wears it, in fear of what messy situation could damage the band. * Of course he always puts it right back on when he returns to his office, especially when the poor boy has been exposed to something particularly gruesome. * The ring is a symbol of your love for one another, and that love protects his heart from the shattered- OH MY GOSH WHERE IS IT?!? * It seems like today the guy can’t catch a break. One moment he’s investigating for a culprit of a literal bloodbath, now he’s gotta worry about his own (for lack of word) security blanket being lost. * Maybe he could just call you to make himself feel better. * Probably not, the guilt of losing his ring would eat him up if he did that. * Quick to retrace his steps from earlier that morning, Saihara reached an inconclusive investigation. The last place he put his ring was in face the ring stand in his desk?! * He hated the idea of accusing one of his team mates of stealing his ring…but did anyone clean his office while he was out? * Just as he thought it, he noticed the office janitor making his way to the elevator to the next floor to clean.

Kiibo * Can robots…wear rings? * Let’s just say they can (for the sake of this ask) * Kiibo was doing some heavy house chores, hoping to surprise his lovely human spouse when they returned home from work. * They work so hard, it was the least Kiibo could do for them! * He’d read on the Internet somewhere that wearing your wedding ring while cleaning, could damage it, so Kiibo kept from doing so whenever he did do some heavy cleaning like this. * And a big clean like this required an apron, even if it wasn’t particularly his taste, he preferred not to get his own armor messed up. * Checking the pockets for his ring, he prepped the apron to be washed with the final load of laundry…only… * He was sure he placed the ring in the pocket??? He could have sworn that…the hole in the bottom of the apron’s pocket mocked him as he stared into the empty pouch. * He made a mental note to ask you how to sew as soon as possible, but first… * He retraced his steps, moving aside furniture, books, picture frames, and other items in the house in search of the ring. * He was determined not to give up, even when he ended up making a bigger mess than before he cleaned up. * “Ah-HA!” He shouted joyfully holding up his ring proudly, oblivious to you walking in through the front door. * “Kiibo?! What happened in here?!”

Gonta Gokuhara * Gonta was really careful. * Super duper careful. * He wasn’t sure how this could have happened????? * One moment he was out and about observing bee growth, the next he comes home, following his normal routine…nothing out of the ordinary, until he heads to bed. * If it were up to him he’d sleep with his ring on, but you warned him that in his sleep he had no way to keep up with it, so it was best to remove it. * When he goes to remove his ring, that’s when he notices it’s gone. * But…Gonta was sure that… * You tell him not to worry about it, the ring could always be replace- * But Gonta does not see that as responsible for a gentleman to replace the original gift from him s/o. * So it’s near midnight when Gonta goes out to the field near your house to look for his ring.

Ryoma Hoshi * If he lost it that obviously meant he didn’t deserve it right? * Grrr, now wasn’t the time to self-loathe! * Now was the time to find that wedding ring your s/o worked so hard for. Then you can spend all afternoon self-loathing! * He wasn’t even sure how he could have lost it, he’d come home today completely worn out for some reason and just crashed out on the couch. * Now his ring was gone… * Lame, right? * Probably the dumbest thing he’s ever done so far, unless you’re counting- * Focus Ryoma! Find the ring first! * Okay, compromise. We do the loathing thing and look for the ring. * While he’s tossing aside couch cushions and pillows, he’s cursing himself out for being such a loser. * “Ridiculous-” *tosses pillow* “-irresponsible-” *moves aside furniture* “-brainless!” * At this time, you walk in on the complete war zone he’s created. Ryoma’s practically lost his sense of surrounding, forgetting that you were even home at this time. * He pauses, simply staring at you, hoping you would just let him do what he needed and forget this whole thing even happened. * But you just spent almost five minutes just staring at one another, until you broke contact, picking up his ring on the side table. * “Oh, were you looking for-” * “Yes, thanks you.” * He knows it’ll be impossible to just grab his ring and go be awkward somewhere else, so he figured it was best to just do the latter and try to collect some confidence to reclaim his band.

#it's not 1am but here ya go anyway~ #lol guess who's alive and back! #Mod Tojo yo #Rantaro Amami #Korekiyo Shinguuji #Kaito Momota #Kokichi Ouma #Shuuichi Saihara #Kiibo #Gonta Gokuhara #Ryoma Hoshi #Mod Tojo

[magewardensurana]

For your writing prompts! Ema/Maya, chocolate?

Sorry this took awhile!

Ema knocked on the door to the Wright Anything Agency, but didn’t wait for an answer before she pushed it open.  It was business hours, after all.

“Mr Wright?” she said, not looking up from the folder she was absorbed in reading.  "I was wondering if you could take a look at - Oh.“  She stopped when she did look up, and saw that the person in the office was not Phoenix Wright, or his daughter, or Athena Cykes.

“Heya, Ema!” The woman greeted her with a bright smile and a wave.

Maya Fey.  It was always a slightly awkward moment running into a highly attractive old friend.  Even more awkward when the last few interactions had involved murders, arrests, testimonies and cross examinations.

“Maya, hello.  I wasn’t expecting -” The folder got transferred to under her right arm and her left hand automatically went for the bag of snackadoos.  "Have you been in LA long?“  That seemed like a safe topic choose.

“Just a few days.  Probably be here a few more.  With Trucy in her senior year and Apollo in Khura'in, Nick’s a little short staffed.  So I said I’d help out for a bit.”

“What about Miss Cykes?”  Ema’s mind had gone blank of anything except the most inane of small talk.  She suddenly wished she had a crime scene to examine (not that she wanted the Agency to be the scene of yet another crime.  It was more a desire for a general crime scene) or a testimony to give. Forensics would give her something to talk about, and distract her from the fact that she hadn’t washed her hair in several days and her lab coat still had that stain on it from last week.

“Thena’s running way more trials now, and Nick’s taking the whole mentor thing really seriously.”  Maya grinned, “Doesn’t really like me reminding him of the days when he couldn’t get through one trial without yelling for Sis to help.  So, it’s time for the real head of Wright and Co. to take her rightful place in the office again.”

Ema untucked the folder from under her arm.  "I’ll just leave this here, then,“ she said, slipping the folder on the desk.  "If you could ask Mr Wright to look at it.  It’s not important, just something I thought he’d find interesting.”

She turned to go.

“Ema, wait.”  Maya was leaning over her desk, her hand on Ema’s arm.  "It’s been ages since we spoke properly.  And arrests and cross examinations don’t count as a proper reunion.“

Ema blushed, and Maya sighed.  "Is that why you’re acting so weird?  Look, if I held a grudge against everyone who accused me of murder or testified against me I’d have no friends except Nick.”

Ema managed to smile in return. 

“I am sorry about that.  I could’ve got you and Mr Wright killed.”

“It’s no problem.  Happens all the time.  Come on, I was about to make hot chocolate.”

The kitchen at the Wright Anything Agency was still well stocked despite the fact that the Wrights no longer lived there.  Maya found milk and a saucepan, measured out the milk and put it on the stove to boil.

“Milk?”  Ema asked, surprised.

“Yeah.  What else would I use?  Water?” Maya slipped a glass disk into the pan.  She caught sight of Ema’s guilty expression.

“Oh, Ema…”

“What?  It’s quick and less work.  That efficiency is necessary for the busy working woman.”

“If you want to kill all the taste.  Also, that’s coco.”

“What’s the difference? In scientific terms, please.”

“S-scientific, huh?”  Maya frowned, thinking.

Ema rolled her eyes.  "Look at the basic nature of things, Maya”

They stared at each other for a moment, then Maya shook her head.  "This is all sounding way too familiar.  Besides, if I used water then I think Sis would channel herself into me and throw it all out.“

It was still strange to hear Maya so casually talk about spirit channelling, despite everything Ema knew of the Feys and had seen in Khura'in.

“Do you speak to your sister often?”

“Not as much as I used to,” Maya replied, rummaging through the cupboard to find the chocolate flakes.  "We spoke loads before I went to Khura'in, though.“

"How… exactly do you talk?”

“Is this your scientific curiosity?” Maya asked, a tub of chocolate flakes in her hand.  She added a generous amount to each mug and stirred in some cold milk.  "And it’s not that difficult.  Either we write notes to each other, or Pearly channels Sis and we talk face to face.“

Ema considered this.  Scientifically she knew spirit channelling was impossible, but empirical evidence said otherwise.

"It must be nice,” was what she managed.  She thought about her own parents, a man and a woman she barely remembered, and wondered what it would be like to see them again.

“I guess.  We haven’t talked since I turned twenty seven.  It just -” Maya shrugged, and stirred the milk and chocolate flake mixture again.  Ema tried to think of a way to change the subject.

“Did you know I didn’t actually realise our sisters were dating?" 

Maya laughed.  "Yeah, I know.  Sis and I had a bet going on how long it would take for you to realise.”

“I was pretty focused on my school work.”

“Emaaaaa.  They were living together.  In your house.”

There was a rattling of the glass dish as the milk came to the boil.  Maya poured the milk into the mugs and added a whipped cream and a sprinkling of marshmallows to each.  "Ta-da!  Maya’s Super Special Hot Chocolate!“

"It shall be drunk,” Ema replied, reaching up to adjust her glasses, “In the name of science.  You proposed the hypothesis that this is superior to water-made hot chocolate.  I intend to test this.  Scientifically.”

“I intend to drink it ‘cause it’s delicious.  Later I’ll probably test the hypnosis that whipped cream straight from the can to my mouth is just as good as adding it to food.”

The mental image of Maya Fey and whipped cream caused a small and sudden coughing fit from Ema.

“You okay, Ema?”

“I’m… fine.” Ema replied, running through the periodic table in her head to refocus her thoughts.  "Let’s go drink, shall we?“

They took their drinks over to the office’s couch, Maya curling up on her seat with the comfortable familiarity of someone who had thought of the place as a home for a long time.  Ema studied her over the top of her mug.  They’d known each other a long time, but then lost touch after Lana ended things with Mia.  Despite their mutual defence lawyer friend they hadn’t properly reconnected until just a few months ago.  And now they were drinking hot chocolate and talking like the years of separation had never happened.

Romance was not Ema’s strong suit.  In wasn’t that she lacked experience in the field.  More that her usual approach was impossible.  Dating wasn’t something that could be treated scientifically.  What worked with one person wasn’t guaranteed to work with another.  Each partner required a whole new set of formulae.  Klavier hadn’t been Kay, and Maya wasn’t Klavier (which she was very grateful for since being interested in one Klavier Gavin had been bad enough), so there was no reference to draw on.  No way of telling if her interest was requited.

"Did you know,” Maya said, breaking the silence.  "Meeting your sister really helped me.“

"Oh?”

“I’d only ever really had Sis to compare myself to.  So I figured there was something wrong with me ‘cause I didn’t like guys.  Kurain is really, really straight and Sis liked girls, buuuuuuuut she also liked guys.  So it wasn’t until I met Lana that I realised it could be a thing.”  Ema didn’t realise she’d been staring at Maya until the other woman blushed, then pouted.

“Shit.  You did know I’m gay, right?”

“A little hard to miss,” Ema replied, wryly.  "We were mutuals on tumblr, remember? You url was mayagay and your description was ‘I’m a lesbian and I like Steel Samurai’.“

"Still is.  And it’s still true.  So, what was with all the staring, then?”

“It’s just - I went through the exact same thing.  Growing up my only frame of reference was a lot of heterosexual people and Lana.  So I thought attraction was an either/or deal, and that I was an outlier.  Then I met Mia, and adjusted my theory to fit the new information.”

“Y'know, a quick Google search would’ve given us the same answers.”

“True.”

Maya raised her mug in a toast.  "Here’s to being a couple of really weird kids.“

Very carefully, so she didn’t dislodge any of the marshmallows or whipped cream, Ema accepted the toast.

#ace attorney #maya fey #ema skye #emamaya #bluuuuuuurgh #it's bad sorry #surana writes

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oh, by the way! the other day I actually finished that affinity list for FE15 characters but I’ve been forgetting to post it so I hope you’re all ready for a whole shitton of “you know what this character is a lot like that one other character from a game that has canon affinities”

Alm - Light y'know, part of my exercises in attempting to make a regular FE cast out of a series-wide arrange of characters with the best FE Heroes poll results was in workshopping affinities for the characters that made the list. when I started attempting this, Echoes wasn't remotely out yet. I've since discarded the progress I've made on that front, due to the recent changes in the roster as per the link I've just shared and also because when that happened Echoes was much closer to being out. regardless, I'll probably end up bringing up the initial affinity impressions I've had at that point for the Gaiden characters who made it to the initial roster, even though I've (rather predictably) doubled back on most of them this side of Echoes being out. Alm is a big case of this happening. when his sparse characterisation in Gaiden coupled with his Awakening lines made it popular read him as the genocidal scourge of Rigel, I had a good time chucking him into the Ice affinity where not one other FE protagonist would fit. well, for better or for worse (and mostly for the better), those times are now over. Alm in Echoes is not without compassion for his enemies or with a very strong impetus towards revenge; he's just young, in over his head, and a little too eager to please, and that eagerness took him in a questionable (if not necessarily wrong, per se) direction when he felt that pushing back against Rigel is what people wanted. he actually hits many of the same notes as Seliph, although his discomforts with leadership seem to be less inherent (as with Seliph) than they're just naturally stemming from the fact that he's a young boy who just keeps suddenly ending up with more responsibility than he thought he was in for. and he ultimately grows into the roles he keeps being given with little further complaint, and it's all because he enjoys the upshot of it all: getting to help more people. and for someone who's always so inclined towards doing right by others, almost unidirectionally, I can't think of a better affinity than Light.

Celica - Thunder unlike her co-protagonist, Celica doesn't require any sort of analysis to be read as having a Light affinity; I'd expect that this is would be most of anyone's initial impulse. but she's, ah... not nearly enough of a pushover for that. when she talks about her mission, she does so with a kind of steely resolve that can only run much deeper than just a desire to do the right thing; each of her decisions mean something important to her, and for that, she's ever glad to take matters into her own hands, even those closest to her desperately wish she'd be more willing to let everyone else lift some of the load as well. and just like Alm sometimes risks everything out of his unwillingness to disappoint, so Celica's weakness is not listening to other people's thoughts when she's made up her mind, which is how she ends up handing her soul over to Jedah despite as many people as possible telling her not to do it. this principled, yet stubborn attitude is definitely the way of Thunder characters like Selena and Jill, and we can only be very relieved that Celica's tendencies mostly pointed her in directions unlike the sorts those two have ended up in.

Gray - Fire this guy has so much in common with Sain, I was this close to calling it a Wind, but there's an all-important difference: where that affinity's crowd tends to be more dreamy and detached, Gray is actually pretty down-to-earth in spite of his rather humorous openness. his flirty side strikes me as more a social butterfly thing than Sain's floweriness, for one (at least, well, in any context but his supports with Clair). overall, he's more than anything else friendly and easygoing, the way of a Guy or a Ross.

Tobin - Anima/Earth painfully awkward, but level-headed, observant, and clear in his ways of thinking -- this one's pretty straightforward, the way Anima characters can often be.

Kliff - Wind OR Ice so this one is also one where I had a pre-Echoes assignment for Poll Heroes. at that point, whatever little character he had seemed pointedly Wind, being the right amount of free-spiritedness and, as per his ending, dreamy wanderlust. this side of Echoes, those traits were kept and driven in further, but at the same time, he also gained a new and very marked personality trait: a mean, haughty streak that would really not land him out of place with the likes of Raigh and Raven. and I kind of wanted to think that this isn't entirely out of left field for a Wind character either, but there isn't anyone quite that mean on the canon listings; at worst you get some lighthearted snarkers like Haar and Bastian. still, it's not as if pushing the frontier is enough reason to demand a change in affinity... so it's honestly easy to argue either way for him. and to make matters worse -- he's very withdrawn and his ch3 base convo implies he has something of a history with secrets, so he wouldn't be out of place as a Darkness character either, although at this point I'm still feeling Wind and Ice more strongly for him.

Faye - the shit writing affinity it speaks vollumes that I feel like I can only possibly ground her primary characterization on anything that makes sense if I review her lines from the prologue and/or in battle situations. this is also something I don't feel like doing.

Lukas - Anima/Earth with his whole "cold observer" thing, Ice is a mighty tempting affinity for him, but Anima/Earth fits that bill just as well and also works for Lukas in a number of ways that Ice doesn't. he's not quite mean, aloof, or detached enough to really seem like an Ice; his quiet is more poise than lack of concern or dismissal. all in all, Anima/Earth is a solid affinity for the character who silently yet gladly takes on the role of Team Babysitter, the way Oswin, Oscar, and Nolan are all known to. that said, there's also that whole other way to read his character: for those whom Lukas strikes as being much more stirred than he ever lets on -- between Clive/Lukas B and the way he's deadpan about his awful backstory -- the obvious affinity would be Darkness.

Silque - Ice I'll freely admit she's a hard one to read whatsoever -- and maybe I'd have more material to work with if Faye hadn't fucked this one up for us all -- so the most I can seem to observe in her character is this aloof elegance. and maybe it's just par for the setting, but there are some precious few moments when she shows something of a lowkey judgemental side... but really, this is not one of the assessments I'd be very attached to; if you've got a better idea, you can probably argue it better

Clair - Thunder proud and stubborn and- you know what, I could just copypaste my rationale for making Lachesis this affinity when I was analyzing FE4. in fact, I'm gonna do that. I’m kind of tempted to put her down for Thunder just because she’d match Clarine that way, tbh (sic)

Forsyth - Thunder being as square as he is, Forsyth could've easily ended up on the Anima/Earth bin, where he can be in the company of such spoilsports as Kent and Oswin -- but it's actually not that simple. for all his veneer of orderliness and properness, this is still a guy who gave up on a quiet and safe life to run after a goose chase of a dream that never had a chance to come true, and only got anything remotely close to that as a result of plentiful fortunate circumstances. besides, when he's trying to whip Python into shape, he doesn't resemble, say, Kent trying to whip Sain into shape -- whereas the former pair's dynamic sounds more "ugh, please stop being an idiot and do this properly", Forsyth's beef with Python is over a lack of commitment. because that's what's really Forsyth's primary characteristic: the kind of commitment that can only stem from a Thunder-affinity character, even if he's basically committed to becoming what an Anima/Earth character might just naturally be.

Python - Wind in his own words, he lives carefree, which is exactly the way Wind characters are when they're left to their own devices. he's certainly got a combination of Ranulf's sense of humour (or even Wil's loose tongue) and Haar's boldfaced laziness.

Clive - Light he's idealistic enough for the part -- to the point that what keeps bending him and bringing out some of the worst in him over the course of the story is that not all things play out like the pretty design he had in his head. to name one, he's fine with putting some farmboy climbing the social ladders as the leader of his resistance band so as long as it makes him feel good for being so nice to peasants and giving the common soldier a leader they can identify with, but it’s rougher on him when Alm starts talking back to him and making decisions he doesn't agree with.

Boey - Anima/Earth there's something that keeps showing up in his lines, that I kind of get but can't seem to describe... but in any case, he's pretty much the Tobin of Team Celica, as someone who tries to keep it real but tends to come off more as the short-sighed comic relief than the shrewd realist.

Mae - Thunder I can just say it's Serra's affinity and leave it at that, that should explain everything

Genny - Wind OR Light we're not offered much in actual characterization for her other than shyness, a dreamy, story-loving nature and a dash of helplessness... it's hard to make anything deeper, least of all considering she's pretty young. Wind works with her detached, "this would make such a cool saga" ways, and also with the fact that her ending will show she's willing to troll people about her choice in romantic partners; Light would reinterpret her love of stories as a sort of idealism, and also focus on her helpless but earnest side, where she's similar to characters like Florina.

Saber - Ice aloof, gruff, and with a bad reputation to boot -- even if we know that Saber gets to be much more attentive and supportive than he seems to be, or frankly wishes he were, his nurturing side still tends to be more like "that sounds stupid but I'm here for it" than anything warmer and more earnest.

Valbar - Fire this is another one I had a pre-Echoes take on, and that one was Thunder -- it made perfect sense, since Gaiden doesn't give you anything more on the guy than the fact that he's willing to all but suicide attack a whole bunch of pirates in the name of revenge. this side of Echoes, though, that part of his characterization now seems to be more of an understandably extreme reaction to grief, while his natural disposition is just friendly and charmingly boisterous in a way that strikes me much more as Fire.

Leon - Light deep down under all his quirks, there seems to be something idealistic, even childish at times. if he can fall in love with someone just because that person was nice to him at a difficult time, that's -- at least, by his own admission -- because he appreciates the beauty of the world; and if he can spend half his dialogue talking about Valbar -- I swear, sometimes he almost annoys me as much as Faye does -- that's because he's sporting this mental checklist of things that make someone The Ideal Man and Valbar has yet to fail any of it. plus, well, for better or for worse, this is also Kyza's affinity.

Kamui - Wind aloof, but dreamy, more than anything else helplessly driven by his wanderlust; and on top of all that, just slightly snarky. Kamui is a very straightforward Wind character.

Luthier - Ice also a pretty straightforward assessment: haughty, but awkward; aloof and a little too focused on something that interests him; Luthier is pretty much a living checklist of Ice traits, although he doesn't quite cover the stricter and meaner end of that spectrum (except in that he's almost strict enough when it comes to Delthea -- definitely "almost", though, he's nonwhere near Marcus-level strict). one amusing way to think of it is that Luthier is the exact kind of guy who Pent only barely avoided becoming.

Mathilda - Light time and again she's regarded as being the voice of reason -- and I think that's less in the whole Lukas-esque "cold observer" sense and more in the sense that she's sensible and doesn't lose sight of what's important. it's also worth noting that, unlike Celica above, she's prone to giving others a little too much credit and yielding to particularly persistent characters; from the third Rise of the Deliverance map, plus some of the base game, Clair in particular can play her like a piano just by being very stubborn. maybe that's also how she ends up with that awful ending... (can I go this long without drawing parallels to characters with canon affinities? naaaah. sometimes she's kind of like a Lucius who actually enjoys fighting.)

Delthea - Fire it's rather clear that when Delthea thinks of her dreamy city life, she's thinking of a place where she can go be a social butterfly -- or, as it were, fall in love with someone suavacious. I've also considered Wind as a strong possibility for her but ultimately I get the sense that she's less lashing out against restrictions or being expected to work hard and more against being judged for not really wanting to be a mage. I'm very probably splitting hairs there, but we'd have more established character to build upon if folks would just let Delthea say "fuck" every once in a while.

Palla - Anima/Earth I'll have to admit that Akaneia characterization isn't fresh in my head at the present moment -- however sparse it can be -- but most of what I remember about Palla is her just incorporating that whole The Big Sister (TM) Archetype without a complaint, which is just another way of being the Team Babysitter as Lukas above is.

Catria - Ice this one's also gonna have to work off her FE15 characterization primarily, but anyways! as affecionate as she is deep down, she's pretty aloof and she'll be curt and critical sometimes; this bill probably suits her fine.

Atlas - Fire a big-hearted guy of very simple ways, to the point that even directly befriending a queen-to-be won't draw him away from going back to his village and becoming a simple lumberjack. he's really like a bar-brawling, trash-talking version of Dorcas.

Jesse - Light he just loves playing the hero, right to the point that he'll bog himself down doing it (like, say, by trying to take on a horde of desert bandits alone and ending up captured by them). he's also got the idealism to boot, what with this whole idea for a mercenary's country. and I mean, really, I shouldn't need to argue very much to say that Jesse would have the same affinity as Gatrie.

Deen - Darkness full disclosure: I did not pick him on my first and so far only Echoes run, so there's every chance I haven't seen the full picture yet. still, as far as I can see, this guy just drips with Darkness, hitting much of the same edgelord tunes as Rutger does. that said, for all I know he could be more of a Jaffar-type Ice affinity, so maybe I'll really have to see yet.

Sonya - Darkness full of secrets and unwilling to let anyone in for real, but she can't help but let off a glimpse of her truths if it might just help someone she can see herself in -- yeah, she's right at home with Calill and Micaiah, to say the least.

Est - Fire lively and straightforward -- to the point that, at least here in FE15, her sisters seem to enjoy just completely reading her -- she's not very difficult to regard as a Fire. although, between the way she does her unreliable sales pitches (in her support with Catria) and certain Akaneia things that hint at some severe commitment issues, it's tempting to keep Wind in consideration, too...

Nomah - Wind if Bastian should live to see old age, then he'll become the exact person that Nomah is. ... well, a more long-winded version of him, at least.

Tatiana - Fire I've dithered a fair bit here, because for all her ostensible cheeriness, she's got a lot of insecurity and fright in her. as soon as you rescue her, the first thought in her head is "oh god they're going to kill me", and the second thought is "oh god they're going to kill my boyfriend". there's also how she's terrified of her beloved's memories returning, and how she wastes no time in beating herself up over it, and she's even got a base conversation where she expresses her self-doubts about being a good cleric. I couldn't help but wonder whether all this wouldn't make her a surprising Darkness character, really. but it seems like the precedent for having a Fire-like personality and a crushing load of insecurities is still remaining in the Fire affinity (cfr. Nino, Neimi), so dredging all of that up may not have been the best use of my analytical energy after all. harrumph, I say!

Zeke - Thunder OR Darkness between his characterization here and in other games that he totally isn't in, we know exactly two things about our amnesiac knight: that for better or for tragically worse he's loyal to the bitter end, and that he's definitely not a big fan of solving things through normal people communication.

Conrad - Thunder frankly a very tentative assessment since, seriously, for a new character who's meant to be central to the plot, this guy seriously got awful little development, probably being that IS decided to save up all of his big reveal quality for the most obvious detail about him and decided to leave us in the dark about all his other secrets. he's not even really hiding them himself -- no moreso than the plot demands at least -- so I can't just blame it on a Darkness affinity. all I really have on this guy is that, for all that he's ostensibly soft and sensitive, he's mighty stubborn, enough so that 50% of his interactions with Celica, especially as his masked knight self, are just him and her being very stubborn at each other. he's pretty much the only one that won't shut down and back off when Celica pushes back -- kind of gives me the awful impression that maybe he just doesn't listen to her very much, on review. maybe. but yeah, on the one hand he honestly doesn't /really/ sound like a Thunder type, but on the other hand, there are two different people he sounds like, and he won't drop the masked knight persona entirely even after he's stopped hiding his true identity, so I can't think of anything ostensible enough to draw my analysis from. but here's an amusing thought: a couple lines back there I did a typo and noticing I'd written "when Celice pushes back" was freaking hilarious l m a o

Mycen - Ice it's hard to pin down Mycen's true personality, since he's always so busy doing as the plot demands. at least, Clive (in one of the DLC memories) implies that he was already a notorious stoic even before he ended up in a situation where he's always having to put his own feelings aside, but it's hard not to think that he must've already had some façade going on by the time he turned into a Rigel-born Zofia knight. that said, even if it's what the plot (or, as it were, the bizarro alternate reality that a tutorial tends to sound like) demanded, this is a guy who yelled at a bunch of children because they were crying about having to fight a bunch of actual knights. so yeah, I'm not too hesitant to pin him down as, at the very least, the hard taskmaster who still gets his pupils' adoration -- you know, the Marcus way. that said, what wouldn't I give for some additional DLC that delves more into his actual character, and specially into that sweet, sweet Mycen and Nomah backstory...

Totals

Fire(6): Gray, Delthea, Tatiana | Valbar, Atlas, Est Ice(5~6): Silque, Luthier, Mycen, [Kliff?] | Saber, Catria Anima/Earth(4): Tobin, Lukas | Boey, Palla Wind(3~5): Python, [Kliff?] | Kamui, Nomah, [Genny?] Thunder(5~6): Clair, Forsyth, [Zeke?] | Celica, Mae, Conrad Light(5~6): Alm, Clive, Mathilda | Leon, Jesse, [Genny?] Darkness(2~3): [Zeke?] | Deen, Sonya shit writing(1): you know who | N/A

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