#ooc ⨠ never one to half-ass shenanigans

[vxiphoid]

SERENE SHENANIGANS

❨ summary ❩ twst › waking them up to tell them stories that don’t make sense

tags ✧ fluff, crack, savanaclaw boys, defo not proofread its like 7 am, cursing but nothing out of the ordinary, ooc(?), ruggie calls you a little shit like once (affectionate), jack is whipped for you

amanuensis’ message ⊹ I LITERALLY LOVE DOING THIS??? my friends hate me for it. but anyways hiii im back after like my month hiatus, how are thy sleeplings?😋 mb guys writers block has been really kicking my ass, i was spitting blanks on paper… i’m gonna hopefully post another pastry emporium soon for scarabia so stay tuned for that‼️

⌜ 300+ e/chara ⌟

♫ sunset boulevard - hohyun

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LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

— “leona… pspsps….”

— he hums gruffly when his name was called the first time, only opening his eye thinking you called him a second time when it was really just noise that you would make to get the attention of a house cat. he instantly pins his ears back. how dare you. “hmm?”

— “so i took our snail for a walk and i had accidentally left my feet here to wash the dishes because the grass was blue.”

— huh? you could see him trying to process everything you just said as you explained, his lips parting and eyebrows furrowing. it took everything in you not to laugh. he does one of those blinks, the really delayed ones, one eye opens before the other…

— he’s half asleep too so the confusion is just adding up altogether. if chicken scratch wasn’t a writing term, this is literally it in words. its like the books back at home he picks up to read (derogatory) its, what, 4 am? dont do this to him😭

— you’ve never seen him so expressive💀 this definitely makes his eye and ear twitch at the same time. what type of fucked up fever dream is this?? its usually a blessing seeing you as the first thing he wakes up to, not when you wake him up with some bull strung up in a sentence with your beady eyes staring at him while he sleeps. he loves you, yes, but what does he even say to this…

— “what…”

— your forehead met with his chest as you struggled not to laugh at the uncharacteristic break in leona’s voice. how many cups of coffee did you drink? he asks you to repeat yourself even though it kinda a mind mush decision so you did and by the end of it, he looks absolutely restless.

— “that’s… yes. that’s great, herbivore. can we go to bed now?”

— you note that leona is surprisingly patient when half asleep

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JACK HOWL

— deep sleeper. tug his ear. though he practically springs up before your hand makes contact, giving himself whiplash.

— “jack?”

— almost instantly relaxes when he realizes its you, tail wagging subtly☹️ “hi, baby. s’something wrong?”

— “hiii, do you remember a year ahead ago when i had to go to the dentist to get my spine fixed and the cats were barking at the flying dogs because the sky was in the water?”

— bro feels like he just had a stroke💀 he’s blinking rapidly, rubbing nose bridge as you explain. he really wants to understand, he does, but wtf did you just say??? it was the innocent “hi” before you unapologetically bashed his head in with the entire dictionary. its so ridiculous he couldn’t help but laugh.

— “jack, this is serious.” even as you told him that, your voice was not steady at all which made his shoulders shake violently in silent laughter.

— “im listening, i swear. tell me one more time?” yk his ass is not listening. he pulls you into his lap while his thumbs idly rubbed your sides, responding to your stories with “uh-huh” and “yeah?” with a lovesick smile on his face.

— eventually holds your face and starts pressing heart squeezing, fluffy kisses all over your face which truly made you more tired then you were. you honestly start forgetting what and where the story was going.

— jack only pauses his kissing attack to respond when you take a small break but even then he doesn’t pull away fully, he’s just speaking against your skin

— “—and the duck had my arm while i was taking it on a walk because gran tammy was in a flying shopping cart.”

— “oh wow. and then?”

— he’s listening but he’s not, mostly because he’s like two seconds away from dreamland and his brain isn’t registering half the shit you’re saying. he wants to see how many stories you can jumble up.

— “yeah, i think it’s bedtime for us…”

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RUGGIE BUCCHI

— omfg he wakes up like a mom. like yk how you would barely touch them and they would gasp like they were just given cpr?? he wakes up like that.

— and you’re just standing there awkwardly 👁️👁️

— takes a quick look around before looking at you. “what happened? is it time to wake up leona already?” you shake your head and ruggie flops back, an arm draped over his eyes. “you scared me… come, lay down with me?” he held his free arm out for you and you did take your place cozied up against his side. to your surprise, you did actually scare the living shit out of him from how fast his heart was racing.

— “ruggie, yk i just found out you’re related to turtles, right? and i had to take uncle bobby to the vet to get a dna test because the fish drowned in air.”

— slow roblox turn towards you but instead its his head as he cranes it down to stare at you. you can practically hear the gears in his head turning and you literally could not look at him or you’d blow your cover.🧍🏾

— “i’m sorry,, what the fuck??”

— he’s genuinely confused, asking you questions about your story while his brain tries to put together the pieces. each question he asks, the more its harder to speak in full sentences other than wheezes

— “what are you laughing at, ya little shit? explain this to me!”

— “i’m trying!”

— and you are😭 its like when you have to explain the family tree really slow bc you cant say, “my father’s girlfriend’s son” without him like ???? and you’re trying to explain it to him slowly, eventually forgetting what you said in the first place…

— “…and the fish drowned in air.”

— “yes.”

— “sweetheart, you still haven’t explained how i’m related to turtles—”

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[radiosummons]

I don't think Obi-Wan would ever have become a Sith. Literally, one of the biggest points about him as a character is that despite all the bullshit and absolute insanity he goes through, he never gives in to the Dark Side.

BUT--

A part of me can't help but wonder what would have happened if Obi-Wan--for whatever absolutely character breaking reason--took Dooku up on his offer and joined the Sith/Separatist, how differently things would have gone down in the Clone Wars.

Because from where I'm standing, we all already know that Obi-Wan's biggest things is never half-assing literally anything he does. He always puts himself into any task he's given. He's just incapable of not seeing things to their absolute finish and then some.

I've read a few Sith!Obi-Wan AU fics and fan comics with this exact premise and I do find it fascinating how people have gone about exploring this sort of concept. There are, of course, quite a number of powerhouse Sith!Obi-Wan AUs where he just straight decimates the GAR and the Republic (usually with the intent of killing Darth Sidious in the end). But I'm also fascinated by the handful of stories I've seen where Obi-Wan doesn't necessarily become an actual Sith, but joins Dooku (whether as a voluntary double agent or due to time-travel shenanigans) in order to 1) Find out who the true Sith Lord is and take them down and/or 2) To attempt stymieing the overall devastation the war has on the entire galaxy.

So as OOC as Sith!Obi-Wan feels to me, I can't help but share the fascination that others do with the endless "What ifs?" scenarios that can spring to mind with an AU like this.

Especially, when you start thinking about the potential ways Darth Sidious would react to having a hypercompetent Force User and experienced military general "on his side."

Yeah, Sheev was hyperfocused on Anakin for reasons. But I can't help but sorta vibe with some of Sith!Obi-Wan AUs I've seen where Mister Sidious either 1) Realizes what an actual threat Obi-Wan is to his ultimate goal of becoming Emperor of the entire galaxy, and tries to get Dooku to get rid of him as result (similar to what he ordered Dooku to do with Asajj) or 2) Realizes that while Anakin is an absolute powerhouse in the force, Obi-Wan is sort of next level due to not having the copious, never ending layers of unstable emotional drama that Anakin is.

(Of course, being emotionally unstable is sort of the prime requirement for any powerful Dark Sider, but I raise you this--the amount of traumatic bullshit Obi-Wan has gone through is just about as insane, if not a little more, than Anakin. It would just take someone immorally depraved enough, like Mister Sidious, to really torture and drag all that trauma out of Obi-Wan to the point that he'd use said trauma to fuel his Sith abilities. Again, I don't think Obi-Wan would ever give in to the Dark Side even if Sheev was his main tormentor, but we're playing around in the Sith!Obi-Wan AU right now. After all, "The Dark Side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural").

I do feel obligated to sort of mention that sheer amount of angst that naturally comes with this sort of AU, but I don't feel the actual need to go super in depth with it. Just because, well, Obi-Wan in his natural canon state is already a bottomless well of angst and sadness pfffttt

Making him a Sith doesn't really change much in that regard for me, other than for other artists and fic writers to explore the darker elements of SW. Mainly, the horrific and outright torture that comes with being trained as a Sith and, you know, the atrocities of a galaxy wide war (just typically in more graphic detail and from a far more bleak perspective).

Tldr: I don't have an issue with Sith!Obi-Wan despite how horribly OOC it feels to me. I am absolutely and utterly impressed with the writers and artists who have fleshed out this AU in the detail and depths that they have. Y'all are so much stronger than me and I am grateful to everyone who was able to answer some of the questions bouncing around in my head through their art.

*fic recs underneath*

Yeah, I went on a Sith!Obi-Wan/Separatist AU spree a while back just out of curiousity and these are what I personally consider to be some of best (or at the very least, the ones I enjoyed most). Keep in mind, these fics range everywhere from Gen to Explicit/Mature and some do pertain to particular ships. That being said, I find the way these authors go about tackling Dark Sider/Sith/Separatist Obi-Wan to be pretty compelling. So approach these fics with all of that in mind, but do give extra kudos and comments to these writers. They did all the heavy lifting here, and they deserve all the attention and praise they're owed. So in no particular order, here are the fics I'd recommend for this particular AU:

Rank, Designation, Unit Name by soft_but_gremlin

You Shall Become (Me) by jedipati

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ambassador of Mandalore series by alexjana91

I Got My Head Checked by frostbitebakery

What came after by galateaGalvanized

Name of the Game by esama

Certain Point by esama

Cuy'kaysh Dar by mneiai

Feel free to add your own personal recommendations in the tags, if you'd like. I know there's so much more of this AU out there, but I am in no way an expert. So I leave the additional fic recs in your hands.

#sith obi wan #obi wan kenobi #separatist obi wan #fic rec #star wars meta #i suppose this could count as a mini meta post #i'll get rid of the tag if people think otherwise though #obi wan meta

[vortship]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN !!!

NAME. MEGA

PRONOUNS. she/her

BEST EXPERIENCE. TBH anytime me and another mun are just on the same wave length! And they’re as passionate about an interaction or dynamic as I am! LOVE that shit. I’d have to say one of my favorite threads I’ve had was years ago with someone who played Silico from the new PPG. And it was just... Hal’s attitude versus HIS attitude being weirdly complimentary and sweet. I love when Hal learns things from unexpected sources, people who are really different from her. That’s my SHIT. 

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION. Tumblr or discord!

MOST ACTIVE MUSE. Hal is ALWAYS there. Even when she’s not like... THERE. I don’t write her so much as summon her.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS. I’m an old ass. I’ve been rping since IRC was a thing. That’s the originator of the “/me”. For those of you who know what I’m talking about you deserve a veteran’s discount. 

RP PET PEEVES. The ic=ooc stuff. Whether it’s thinking I agree with my character, or I don’t know something because Hal doesn’t, or I deserve to be treated disrespectfully because Hal can be a certain way. No. Not cool. Miss me with that shit. Hal’s my silly alien creation and I’m a real life person.

Also just... when people half-ass an interaction because it’s really clear they don’t care about your thread. People who aren’t communicative in general, or are rude about it. People who generally don’t give you anything to work with, that’s a small one but man do I hate it.     

PLOTS OR MEMES. I LOVE plotting. Seriously. Just come directly to my inbox with whatever shenanigan is in that brain of yours and It’ll probably have me screeching like a spider monkey (affectionate). 

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES.  I prefer long. I’m a bit long-winded and when I’m inspired I can write you Pride and Prejudice when left to my own devices. 

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES? LOL No but I think whenever you make an oc, you do put just the tiniest smidge of yourself in them. I’m a neurodivergent person who struggled in school, like Hal. Never really fit in anywhere as a kid, like Hal. I’m a silly goblin sometimes, also like Hal. I have some experience with the world just deciding you’re a little too weird. I didn’t become a criminal about it though lmao. 

tagged by: @countlessrealities​

tagging: YOU

[soulslip]

❛ Because in the end, I hope you’ll be able to smile without fail. ❜  — independent hiyori iki of noragami. primarily manga based / reboot of mediusora / as adored by lune. could you please like or reblog this if you’re interested in interacting with a half - phantom girl who’s loyal to a fault and has a heart of gold ? 

#noragami rp #anime rp #manga rp #fantasy rp #indie rp #urban fantasy rp #⁘ 約 ━ OOC / never been one to half ass shenanigans. ) #⁘ 約 ━ PROMO / just wanna hold your hand. )

[solkorolevnaa]

tag drop: 001

ooc: via shut up, viacore: i am not one to half-ass shenanigans, psa: pay attention, signal boost: eyes here, ooc: updates & blog maintenance, self promo: support your local cryptid, promo: when i count my blessings i count you twice, dash games: here comes the sun, crack: jesting & clowning, prompts & memes: inspire me i dare you

#ooc: via shut up #viacore: i am not one to half-ass shenanigans #psa: pay attention #signal boost: eyes here #ooc: updates & blog maintenance #self promo: support your local cryptid #promo: when i count my blessings i count you twice #dash games: here comes the sun #crack: what up i'm alina 17 & i never fkin learned how to summon #prompts & memes: inspire me i dare you

[ghoulifcd]

tag  drop  pt  1. 

#* ooc / my alien senses are tingling. #* visage / she herself is a haunted house. #* desires / what is it about love that makes us so stupid? #* aesthetic / ghosts? i know all about ghosts. #* musings / to a great mind nothing is little. #* headcanons / master the art of observing. #* wardrobe / dressed for trespassing. #* character study / i've never been one to half ass shenanigans.

[andwereallmadhere]

You’re Not Alone | Jean x Reader

Paring: Jean x f!reader (slight Eren x reader mentioned)

Genre: FLUFF!, song fic

Word Count: 4.5k 

Warnings/ Triggers: Alcohol, underage drinking 

A/N: I was inspired by the Big Time Rush song You’re Not Alone (Link below). This is not the first thing I have written, but it is the first I am posting. Characters might be OOC but I feel like the overall feeling is there. I hope you enjoy!

Link to song: https://youtu.be/tbS5JF32szE

I bet you didn't notice First time your heart was broken You called me up and we talked til the morning

Jean is woken from his sleep by the harsh ringing of his phone. He fumbles for a minute trying to slide the little green button to answer the call. He puts the device up to his ear before stuffing his face back into the pillow, “Why are you call me it’s the middle of the night?” Sleep heavy in his gruff voice. He is quickly answered by your voice sobbing on the other end of the receiver. This immediately broke him out of his sleep-filled mind. He should have known when he saw your picture flash on the screen that you would only be calling if it was important. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He says wiping a guilty hand over his face. You didn’t respond. Still unable to form proper words through all the tears. He continues to quietly talk to you in an attempt to calm you down. Once the sobbing ebbs he finally asks, “Y/N, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

He only hears you choke out a single word, “Eren.”

Jean and Eren never did get along, in however long you and Jaeger had been dating. But, as your best friend, Jean tried his best to accept him since that would make you happy. So hearing that HE is the reason you are crying at 2 A.M. enrages Jean. 

“What did that bastard do? Did he try something you didn’t want? Do I need to beat him up? Y/N, I swear to god if he hurt you I will-“

“No Jean. It’s not like that.” “Then what is it like?”

“He dumped me.”

“Y/N…”

“He just came by my house and told me that “I’m just over it I guess”. What am I supposed to do with that?”

“He’s a dick, I’ve told you that from the beginning.”

You only respond by sobbing more.

Eren had been your first real boyfriend. And as much as Jean didn’t want it to be true, you were head over heels. Everyone knew this would happen eventually, he just hoped there would be a little more warning. Maybe a fight or something but just cutting it off without a real reason? Jean had theories that he was probably hooking up with someone else and didn’t want the guilt of being a cheater, but you didn’t need to hear that right now. You didn’t need overprotective Jean hating on Eren. You needed best friend Jean to comfort you and assure you that you are worthy of love and everything is going to be okay.

“Hey, you can do better than him. He’s the real loser here. Any guy would be lucky to have you and the next one has to go through me first.” Jean says half meaning it, half attempting to make you laugh.

“Stop it, Jean, You know you’d lose every fight.” He can almost hear the smile in your voice, despite the tears that are certainly still running down your face. 

“Why don’t I come get you? We can go for a drive or something.”

“Okay.” Your soft voice is followed by a sniffle.

“I’m on my way.”

Jean gets out of the warmth of his bed and finds his sweatpants. He throws on a hoodie and grabs an extra in case you forget to bring your own. It's pretty chilly out tonight. He grabs his keys and begins the drive to your house. Once he arrives he sees your form sitting on your porch. Always the gentleman, he walks over to you and offers to help you up. You grab his hand and he can still see the tear stains on your cheeks. Once you are on your feet he pulls you into a hug. “Hey,” Jean says returning your tight squeeze. “Let’s go get you some food.” 

You don’t respond, but your grip around his waist losses and you begin making your way to the car. He opens the door for you and watches as you immediately grab the spare hoodie and slide it over your head. It’s obviously too big for you, but you are grateful for the extra fabric to bury your sad face in. 

The ride is mostly silent, Jean wanted to give you room to talk if you wanted. After a bit of having his hoodie pulled up to your nose, it was clear that you were too caught up in your own drowning thoughts to say anything so he turned on a very soft playlist from his phone in hopes of providing you some distraction.

Jean stops the car and you see he has brought you to a Waffle House. He knows it your favorite. Sure the food isn’t great but there is something about the mediocracy of the establishment that gets you. “Come on slowpoke, I’m buyin’,” Jean says after opening your door. You give him a thank you before following him into the restaurant. 

The two of you find a small booth, given that it was well into the night, there weren’t any people there other than the handful of employees. “You’ll have to talk to me eventually you know,” Jean says. You take a moment to look up from the menu he knows you have memorized by now. Just then a waitress comes by to take your order. 

Jean already knows exactly what you want because you always get the same thing. Just as he tells the waitress your order you finally speak, “Hey Jean.” Your voice is slightly above a whisper, “can I have chocolate milk?” You look back down at the table while Jean turns back to the waitress, “And can the lady have a chocolate milk, please and thank you.” Jean smiles at you as the waitress walks away, your silly request signaling that his best friend is slowly but surely coming out of this shell of sadness. 

Sure enough, you begin to open up. You tell him more of the details about Eren dumping you. Your food arrives and you laugh when Jean spills his glass of water on his lap. The two of you eventually move to the barstool countertops to talk to the fry cook, trying to convince him to make you a pancake instead of a waffle. Eventually Jean pays, leaving a generous tip as an apology for your late-night shenanigans. 

Walking to the car you can see the pastel colors of the impending day reaching the sky. Not ready to go home yet you lean into Jean’s body, tugging on his arm, “Let’s go watch the sunrise!” 

“You’re ridiculous.” He says shaking his head, “get in the car.” He smiles and opens your car door. Of course he was going to let you watch the sunrise. He is going to drive you to the park and find a place high up and the two of you will talk about nothing at all until you fall asleep in the passenger seat of his car. He is really just happy that the outing has worked. No, 4 A.M. waffles cannot cure your broken heart but it at least made you smile. 

And the time that you were stranded I was there before you landed He was a no show, I made sure you got home

High school seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Graduation came and went and your family decided that you should spend the summer at your aunt’s house on the other side of the country. Of course, you loved your aunt and her kids, but spending your last real summer break away from your friends wasn’t a huge selling point. Ultimately, your mom said you had to go because the trip was already paid for and your aunt was expecting you. The only reason you eventually agreed was that the majority of your little group were all attending the same college, so at least it wasn’t goodbye.

The day before Freshman move-in everyone decided to throw a party at Eren and Mikasa’s house. Eren’s parents were out of town a lot so that is usually where the gang got together. Jean and Eren still don’t along great, but Jean was close to Sasha and Connie who happened to be okay friends with Armin and Mikasa, and thus your little group was formed for better or for worse. After the night Eren dumped you out of the blue, Jean was furious with him, only for you to accept Jaeger’s lame-ass apology and take him back a week later. Luckily there hadn’t been any more repeats of that night. Maybe Eren was telling the truth and did actually like you, so Jean played nice even if he didn’t fully forgive the brunette. 

And now he was here, with you on FaceTime while you wait for your flight at the airport and Jean is getting ready for Eren’s dumb party that you won’t even make it to. 

“So when does your flight get in?” Jean asks folding the remains of the load of laundry his mom did this morning. 

“I think about 11 if it’s not delayed again. I’m super bummed that I won’t make it in time for the party.”

“It’s at Jaeger’s house, can’t he just bring you by after he picks you up?” 

“I guess so, but he also said something about taking me home because it’ll be late and we have move in tomorrow.”

Jean hums in response. It is a valid argument logically, but none of them have seen you all summer except for the occasional FaceTime. The only real reason Jean was going to this stupid party was that you were supposed to be back in time. Jean can hear a voice come over the intercom in the airport. “Hey, Jean, that’s my flight. I gotta go.”

“Alright, Y/N, let me know when you land. See you soon.”

With that, the call ended. Your face replaced by a photo of you and Jean at prom making silly faces. Yeah, Eren was your date and Jean took Mikasa, but you all took photos together and his mom insisted on getting one of the two of you. It was obvious that the picture pissed Eren off, and that made it even more special to Jean. 

Eventually, Jean finished the laundry and headed over to Eren’s. At least everyone else will be there and he can kick Connie’s ass at beer pong. Jean purposefully arrived a little late, so he knew everyone else would already be there, and sure enough, Eren had the white folding table already set up in the garage and Armin had started a little bonfire in the backyard. “Horseface You made it!” Connie says throwing an arm around Jean. 

“I told you not to call me that.”

“What are you going to do send Y/N after me? Oh wait…She’s not here!”

“We both know Y/N could easily kick your ass so shut up.”

Jean went around greeting everyone else and made good on his promise to dominate at beer pong. A while later he takes a seat next to Armin, who was currently roasting a marshmallow. “Ever put peanut butter on a s’more? Whole new experience.”

Armin looks over at Jean, “Y/N show you that?”

“Oh no, secret’s out,” Jean says taking a drink of water. After the game of beer pong, which was a little closer in score than Jean would have enjoyed, he decided to take it easy on the booze so he could actually drive home.

“When does her flight get in anyway?” Armin asks removing his marshmallow from the flame. 

“She told me about 11 when we talked earlier. Said Eren was going to pick her up.” 

At the mention of his name the two look over to see Eren taking a shot with Sasha and Connie. “Did anyone tell him that?” Armin says with a small chuckle. 

Jean looked at his watch, it was only 9, if the bastard stop drinking now he might be sober enough to come get you. So Jean let it slide. 

But Eren didn’t stop drinking. It was now 10:30 and Eren was plastered. Jean watches as Eren and Connie arm wrestle and sighs. What would Y/N think if she saw her boyfriend like this? “Shit,” Jean says standing from his chair around the fire. This gets the attention of Armin and Mikasa who were also over Eren’s drunk bullshit, “What is it?” Armin questions. “Y/N. Eren is supposed to pick her up from the airport in 30 minutes.”

“Well, that’s not happening!” Sasha laughs, also drunk. 

Jean stood up and finished his soda before pulling his car keys from his pocket. 

“And where are you going Horseface? Afraid you’ll lose in arm wrestling?” Eren suddenly joins the conversation. Jean cannot believe this asshole, he doesn’t even realize! Jean contemplates throwing a punch, but that will inevitably start a fight and the airport is almost 40 minutes away so he’ll already be late. So instead, Jean crushes the soda can in his hand and walks away. “Ha! Horseface is a scary cat!” Eren yells at his back before Mikasa smacks Eren on the head. 

Jean’s anger melts through the drive. As upset as he is that Jaeger forgot, Jean is excited to see you. He’s not sure how he’s going to explain this one to you though. He parks his car and glances at the time, 11:15. At least you haven’t been waiting too long. 

Luckily the airport is pretty small and there are only a few incoming flights so it’s not hard to figure out which gate your flight should have landed at. He thinks it's a little odd you haven’t texted him that you landed safely but he dismissed it as he made his way to the gate. Jean is surprised to find the gate empty. No hugging families or people searching for their luggage. There are a few scattered people here and there, also apparently picking up various passengers. After talking with another guy, Jean finds out that the flight had been delayed before take off so it is running late. You were not stranded at the airport, you hadn’t even landed. 

Jean found a seat and began scrolling on his phone. He didn’t expect to have so much time so he didn’t really bring anything with him, not even headphones to listen to music. He sat waiting for what must have been a solid 30 minutes before he started to fall asleep in the chair. 

“Jean!” He hears your voice call, this rouses him from the light sleep. Once he sees your face he can’t help but smile. He stands to walk over to you but is practically knocked over when you throw yourself into his arms. “Hey, stranger.” He says wrapping his arms around you. 

“It feels like it has been forever!” You pull away from him and reach for your suitcase, but Jean beats you to it, grabbing the handle before you can. “I can carry it you know.” But you know it’s useless arguing. Mama Kirstein raised a gentleman, that’s for sure. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be at a party?” You ask, giving him a side-eye as you follow him to his car. “Yeah…about that…” Jean still hasn’t figured out exactly what to say about why Eren ditched you. 

“Eren drunk himself stupid, didn’t he?” You say, almost casually. Like you expected it all along. 

“Yeah, but lucky for you I know a guy with a soft spot for you.” Jean places your things in the trunk before opening your car door.

“My shining stallion, always coming to my rescue.”

“Yeah, yeah, get in the car Princess.” He says. Eren’s stupid horse jokes have started rubbing off on you.

You spent the whole drive telling Jean about your trip, even though you talked with him almost every day you were gone. Jean in turn told you all the ridiculous things Sasha and Connie did while you were away. They still had group game night, which surprisingly Eren and Jean only tried to kill each other a handful of times. You laugh when Jean tells you the full story about Connie smashing Sasha’s face into a cake she brought one night, claiming “There is never a bad time for cake.” Sure they all sent you the pictures but you still loved hearing the story. And before you know it Jean pulled up in front of your house. 

He carried your suitcase to the door and turned to you, “I’ll pick you up at 6 alright?” Right, Jean offered to drive you to orientation tomorrow and it was a four-hour drive to the University. With all the excitement of seeing your best friend, you forgot about college tomorrow. “Ugh so early? That’s like 4 hours from now” 

“Unfortunately. Even then we’ll be cutting it close.”

“Fine. I’ll see you at 6.” You say giving him a final hug.

“Jean," you say into his chest, “I’m kind of glad it was you and not Eren that picked me up. I missed you. Thanks for always being there for me.”

“For you. Always.” Jean returns your hug before walking back to his car.

All the days that you were stressed out Feeling like pulling your hair out They were all missing but I was here listening

Freshman year came and went and now you were currently crying over your trigonometry textbook before your final tomorrow. Your other finals had gone pretty well and other than this stupid test you were finished with your first full year of university. Surprisingly Jean and Eren didn’t kill each other despite being suite mates. Originally the two were supposed to be roommates, but Armin quickly volunteered to switch with Jean, the blond being a little more equipped to handle Eren. You on the other hand shared a dorm with Sasha and Mikasa. Since it was the three of you you managed to snag a bigger room and didn’t have to share a bathroom with anyone else. When the gang got together for movie night it was usually in your room since the boys lived just down the hall. Overall it had been a pretty good year. 

Everyone else had already finished their finals, the majority of your group moving back home on Wednesday, except Jean who had his last final today. Jean also offered to stay an extra day so you could drive home together, but he would never say that out loud. “I’m gonna use the extra time to relax since Jaeger is gone. Living with him for a year almost killed me!” He would claim, ever the dramatic. But you knew he was also staying for you since you didn’t have a car and he did a similar thing for winter break. 

Trig had been your worst class all semester. No matter how many times you worked through the problems you were always getting a different answer, usually the wrong one. Armin helped you study for your midterm, but since he was already gone you were left alone. While your overall grade wasn’t bad considering you did all of the extra credit options your professor offered, this test could make or break your final GPA. If you could get at least an 85% it would bump your grade from a high C to a low B. So you have been doing nothing but math since your other finals finished this morning. And you were about to cry. Again. After completing the study guide and taking half a dozen practice tests you aren’t anywhere close to what you needed. After grading your last practice test, you barely managed an 80% and that was being nice to yourself. 

“I’m never going to get this.” You sob, ink running from the tears now spilling onto your paper. Then there is a knock on the door.

“Who’s there?”

“The pizza guy?” Jean says from the other side of your door. At the mention of food, you realize you hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning, which wasn’t saying much since you had a muffin and cup of coffee after Mikasa yelled at you for forgetting to eat earlier in the week. But you didn’t want Jean to see you struggling this much. Yeah, you could talk to him about anything but he was always so gifted when it came to school, even graduated top of the class in high school. So the idea of him seeing you brought to tears by something he saw as easy made your heartache. You were afraid he would accidentally make fun of you in that cocky way he does, or he would offer to help but realize you were a lost cause before ditching you altogether.

“Go away, Jean. I’m studying,” You yell back, attempting to hide the overwhelming stress from your voice.

“Well take a break, I wasn’t joking about the pizza. Mikasa told me you haven’t been eating so you better open this door, Y/N, before I resort to drastic measures.”

You give up getting him to go away, plus that pizza sounds so good. You get up and open the door, “And what would these ‘drastic measures’ be?” 

“Sasha left her keys in our dorm, so I probably would have just walked in.” Jean finally takes a look at your face, and despite your efforts to wipe away your tears, Jean knows you’ve been crying.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure? You-‘ You cut him off before he can finish. “What kind of pizza did you bring?” 

“Your favorite, of course.” Jean sets the pizza on your bed while you grab some drinks out of the little micro-fridge. Jean glances at your desk and quickly takes in the scattered notes and tear-stained papers. Suddenly it makes sense. Your lack of eating, how you haven’t been responding to texts, and the tears when you opened the door. “I can help you you know? I took Trig last semester.” 

“I told you not to worry about it.” You say attempting to be mad at him for snooping but it’s pointless. You take a seat on the bed and open the pizza box, “Horseface.” You add almost in a whisper. 

Jean visibly shrivels at the name, “No. Not you. Not allowed.”

This small comment was enough to change the subject, and his mild anger at such a stupid name pulls an amused smile out of you. The two of you eat and converse as usual. He tells you about his last final and how Eren left their shared bathroom a mess that he needs to take care of before you leave tomorrow. You talk about how one of your professors just showed a movie during the final period since they are required to hold class despite not actually giving a test. And you feel the stress leave your body, even if just for a moment. 

After a while, Jean looks back over at your desk before grabbing your textbook and the last practice test you took. “This isn’t bad, Y/N, looks like some simple mistakes that you keep making, fix those and you’ll be fine.”

“How can I fix something I don’t know I’m doing wrong?” You ask.

“Because I’m going to help you, idiot.”

Jean proceeds to walk you through your last practice test and showing you the mistakes he was talking about. After helping you do a few more problems, Mr. Kirstein makes you do another practice test that he’s going to grade. While you take the test Jean lays on your bed, scrolling through his phone. He’s trying not to look at you, not wanting to add more pressure to you by feeling watched. 

After you are finished you pass him the paper and watch as he marks up the pages with a red pen. Eventually, he turns to you and gives you back the test, a solid 83%. Not as good as you hoped but you don’t want to discredit Jean’s tutoring. After walking through the test you look at the clock, it's currently 1 A.M. 

“Well Y/N, your test is first thing in the morning and I don’t think stressing yourself out more is going to help you at all.”

“But what am I supposed to do? I need an 85!”

“You need sleep,” Jean says, packing up your study materials.

“One more practice test, then I sleep, I swear.’

“Sleep now. Maybe you can do another in the morning.”

There is no use in arguing with Jean, he always gets his way. Once the study materials were all put away Jean takes your laptop and opens up Netflix, knowing you won’t be able to sleep if you were still worked up. The two of you sit side by side on your bed watching some stupid movie until Jean notices your eyes have closed and your breathing has evened out. As quietly as possible Jean closes the laptop and climbs out of the bed. He puts a blanket over your sleeping form and turns off the light before closing the door to your room. 

The next morning you wake up with a text from Jean. Opening your door you find a fresh coffee and a doughnut waiting on your doorstep. “That idiot.” You mumble to no one, but gratefully pick up the small meal he left for you. After eating you get ready to go and resign to looking over some notes before the exam. Once in the classroom, all the stress from last night comes crashing back. You just have to keep reminding yourself that a C in trig isn’t bad. Your GPA will still be above a 3.0, barely but still. And before you know it your teacher has told you to begin your exam so you log on to your computer and start your test. 

The good thing about the test being on the computer is that you’ll know your results immediately. After going over the answers a second time you finally hit the submit button. You stare at the little blinking cursor as it checks through all your answers, holding your breath. Suddenly your final grade pops up on the screen and you can’t stop the tears that slip from your eyes. You gather your things and head back to your dorm. But you find Jean waiting outside the building, leaning against the car without a care in the world. “JEAN!” You practically scream upon seeing him. He can see the tears on your face, “It’s okay, Y/N. Trig is pointless anyway. You still did great even if you got a C.”

“I did it! Jean, I got a 90%!”

“That’s my girl!” Jean says giving you a high five.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, teach.” You say giving him a big grin.

“Come on, Y/N. I say we get you a celebratory milkshake before we drive home. Jean says opening the door for you. Your eyes follow him as he walks around the car to the driver’s side. You are lucky to have him in your life. Yeah, he can be kind of an ass from time to time, but his heart is always in the right place. 

'Cause I'll be right there (right there) For every minute This time, it's no different Whatever happens you should know 'Cause you're not alone, girl Look over your shoulder You don't have to wonder 'Cause you know, you know, you know You're not alone, girl

#jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean x you #jean kirstein x you #attack on titan #aot fanfiction #reader insert #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirstein fanfiction #jean kirstein fanfic

[bambirex]

So, I finished two assigments today, and inspiration for writing hasn't hit yet but I'm a bit bored, so I decided to share some interesting facts about my fics that no one asked for:

Bed of Roses, Pleasure Cruise, my very first fanfiction, wasn't supposed to be posted. My ex of 1,5 years dumped me, and I wrote this as a sort of therapy, just for myself. I thought "hmm, not enough genderbent Queen, especially genderbent!poly!queen... Eh, you know what, I'm just gonna write it myself, for my own entertainment!" So, I wrote this on my old laptop, in a word document, hidden from anyone else. I only wrote it in English, because I was getting a little rusty and wanted to improve my skills. I had about eight chapters done before I decided to create an ao3 account, and posted the first chapter to see the reactions- which were all super positive! At the beginning, it was meant to be pure smut and nothing else, but seeing how incredibly immersed my readers were in the characters and their relationship, I decided to give it some more depth in the end. It was also meant to contain a random pool party/pool sex chapter, but I didn't know where to fit it in, so that got lost in the ether. 😂

When it comes to my one-shots, or fics submitted to a fic event, My Baby Does Me Good is my least favorite I've ever written. I think this was the most boring, subpar fic I ever churned out- which is incredibly surprising, considering how popular it was! 😃 Funny how that is.

A Miracle On Earth had two, pretty funny accidents. One, it wasn't meant to be modern au- I had to add the tag after realizing that I had Jane accidentally use a mobile phone in the first chapter. In retrospect, that was for the best- after all, how else would Freddie and Jane be able to have a baby through artificial insemination? I think the early chapters of this prove that I definitely needed a lot of time to improve as a writer. Two, I couldn't come up with a name for fem!Joe Fanelli - my stupid ass forgot that 'Jo' exists, and the only thing that came to mind was Jenny. Now, she is stuck with that one for good. I also intended for Jimercury to only have one kid- but for some inexplicable reason, I decided to give them a second one, through adoption. So, Gabriel Mercury-Hutton almost never existed.

The Garden Lodge Family Shenanigans series - after AMOE- was born as a sort of spite fic. I felt incredibly down after seeing how little comments AMOE got, but I was super invested in that AU, and I was like "fuck it, I'm gonna continue to beat a dead horse, and if people don't care, it's their loss!" This was probably my healthiest attitude in terms of fic-writing, like ever 😂 also, the responses so far were incredibly positive, so I'm glad I didn't give up!

If I talked about my least favorite fic, I need to mention my absolute favorite one-shot I've ever written, which is Thank God It's Christmas. I consider this a christmas gift for myself, as I was in a festive mood, and I love the OT5 (and I was a bit horny... Ahem). Once again, funny how this goes, because despite how much I loved writing this, it definitely didn't become as popular as I hoped 😂

Waiting For The Skies To Clear is the longest one-shot I've written so far, over 10.000 words. Despite that, I had it done in about one and a half hour- the words just kept flowing. This fic was one of the easiest for me to write, even though it was super long and quite heavy, too.

I actually considered writing Te Engemet, Én Tégedet fully in Hungarian, before realizing the odds of Hungarian Queen fans who are also into genderbending, is... Quite small 😂 So, I decided to have it available for anyone, instead. It was also the only fic where I literally cried while writing it, not just tearing up, but full on sobbing lmao

I almost gave up Keep Yourself Alive so many times, you have no idea. I absolutely had zero idea about where I wanted to go with that fic, and writer's block kept hitting me. But I powered through! I almost ended up writing the attack against Freddie as successful, but then I refrained, because I couldn't make myself do it, and I also peferred a happy ending.

I know it sounds horrifying in retrospect, but originally, Funny How Love Is wasn't supposed to contain The Clique. I brought them in for extra drama, and they soon became favorites, both to myself and my readers. I also considered going down the poly route, but changed my mind pretty quickly.

Can't Get No Relief, Lord was almost never born. I desperately wanted to write something for the Freddie Mercury Weekend, but I wasn't sure genderbent fics would be welcome. I also came across an influx of hate comments by the so-called "" "" "Freddie fans" "" "" ", and I didn't feel like dealing with that. If it wasn't for @a-froger-epic and her encouragment, I never would have written this. Also, writing this fic tore up a few wounds and brought some of my nasty internalized lesbophobia to the surface, so I was a wee bit depressed after finishing it. This fic is the only one that doesn't contain a wlw pairing.

Better Sit Back And Go (With The Flow) was originally meant to be much more light-hearted. I was considering writing about old Maylor babying the shit out of Addie Lambert, but then I went down a much angstier, heavier route- mostly because I was feeling down that day, and that was how I coped.

I don't want to spill too much, as this is is still a work in progress, but I hadn't even meant to write Deep Like The Sea just yet. But then Maycury Week came, I wanted to participate but had no other ideas, so I pushed the idea to the front. Delilah was meant to be some kind of smaller fish at first, but then I realized a dolphin would work much better.

Also a WIP, so I'm trying not to share too many spoilers, but Written In The Stars changed so much as it progressed. When I came up with the medieval Jimercury idea, I meant to have Jane as Freddie's handmaiden from the get-go, and no Phoebe and Jenny. I literally changed all that as I sat down to write the first chapter. I was also considering adding the other King girls, but I realized they wouldn't fit into the story too much. Paul was originally meant to be male!Mary at first - but even though I'm not a big fan of her, that would have felt a little too ooc, and decided to have Paul as my villain. It was also meant to be around 20 chapters, and yet, here I am at 47 chapters already 😂

And, lastly, most of you already know this, but Lilies of The Valley is based on a crazy dream I had after re-watching The L Word.

#my writing #bambi trivia?

[krmastrike]

ooc tags.

#❛ ( ooc. ) — it's always sad boy hours. #❛ ( ooc answers. ) — can i pet your dog? #❛ ( the mun. ) — i've never been one to half ass shenanigans. #❛ ( shitposts. ) — for personal reasons i will be performing vigilante justice.

[thecorteztwins]

Imagine your alt-Marauders playing D&D, though.

AAAAH OH MY GOD - Maddie absolutely just gets into the grand hero aspect of it, she’s all about playing it straight as an adventurer who takes risks and vanquishes evil and saves the innocent, for justice and for the thrill of it! She also takes more than a little extra enjoyment kicking demon ass in particular, especially if freeing souls are involved. - Pyro takes notes THE ENTIRE TIME for a new fantasy-themed romance! He plays a fire Genasi because of course he does. - Shinobi makes the most stupidly OP character that he can manage (emphasis on “can manage” because he doesn’t understand stats very well) but then proceeds just to try to seduce everything he comes across - Haven is like the opposite of a murder hobo. Even if these aren’t REAL living beings and all, she very much behaves like they are in terms of hesitance to engage in any violence or other shenanigans. Pyro and Shinobi more than make up for this, as does Maddie when it fits her more heroic character. - Claudine is DM and she’s RIDICULOUSLY good at homebrew and slinging out surprises. More than once, however, she’s had the tables turned because Pyro is just so unpredictable. - That said, he’s unpredictable in a way that makes sense for his character. Both he and Maddie are the players who come in with PAGES of backstory for their character---Pyro because he’s a writer, Maddie because she doesn’t HAVE a life story herself in the typical sense so she wants to give very full ones to her creation. - Shinobi begins every session describing in detail what his character is wearing. His description of his actions, however, are more like “idk I hit them or something” He also has a real hard time with “IC is not OOC” and is definitely playing a super duper beautiful elf or half elf, maybe a tiefling. - The way Haven very much engages with the NPCs the way she would a real person makes Claudine have to develop them more and several end up becoming beloved recurrent figures in the game because of this. - Sebastian never engages with this foolishness until one night Madelyne ropes him into it. After studying the books a few hours, he comes up with the most OP min-maxed character possible by the rules, wipes out all the challenges Claudine throws at him, claims all the rewards, then kills the rest of the party for their loot, all hours before the game typically ends. He is not invited to play again but he says he did have a good time. Claudine recruits him to make sheets for really big bosses down the line after everyone has leveled up a lot. - Speaking of Sebastian, I saw someone on Reddit describe their DND character and IT’S HIM: “Playing an evil wizard.  He isn't axe crazy murdery, just thinks the free market should allow him to sell people's souls to devils and frankly NOT letting him trade with them in their preferred currency is racist.“

#dnd #alt marauders

[kaiju-z]

Seon Adventures Episode 17: Home Intrusions

Last we left off the Cultbusters, the adventurers had been ambushed in their sleep by a Elf Mage and his Death Dog, who put them in a tricky situation. With Amelia down and in need of healing, stat, where do we go from here?! (I mean, you see the image, so that’s not much of a secret...)

On Belli’s turn, she attempts to cast Polymorph on the elven man. With much gusto, he shrugs that off with a counterspell, which in turn leaves Belli with few options to proceed. She chooses to cast a healing word on Amelia, raising the Air Genasi Monk back to her feet at 4 HP and begs her to back away from the magic user.

While  Amelia feels like she just woke up from her best sleep ever, Ficus charges in. Using his daggers, he swings, one after the other, he attacks the target of his choice and, though the first blow connects with the man’s collar bone, that causes him to flinch back and avoid any further damage.

Disengaging, he backs away from the wounded elf....

Intimidated as all hell by Luctan,  the dog lays down and plays dead, submitting.

(And OOC we have a discussion if this makes the dog Luctan’s pet now. And somehow, we end up having to bring up the point that the BABY is not a pet!)

Mournimar’s turn comes and he climbs atop the 5ft rock before him with a run and jump. Up there, he aims and fires with the Savon Bow upon the elf. The arrow strikes true and pierces through the man’s stomach. He stumbles, very nearly gone.

The second arrow fires and pings off a rock, missing. Thinking quickly, Mournimar ducks for cover behind the rock’s safety shape.

Burk’s turn comes.

With his good perception, he finds where the man was standing at, thanks to the noise and visuals of Ficus and Mournimar’s actions. He charges around the corner and swings a finishing move on the man with his Minotaur Axe.

Upon a well aimed strike, Burk explodes the man’s head with impact. Blood and brains and flesh and bone fly everywhere, while  the Death dog whimpers and disappears.

The fight over and done with, Amelia gets showered with love and affection and heals from everyone, before Luctan and Burk loot the body.

Burk finds 200 gold. And he finds a piece of paper with “weird scribbles.” There’s a strange dagger at the man’s hip with an intricate pattern. Also silver bands, like Ficus’. Thusly, Burk asks if Ficus knows the man.

Ficus shakes his head, not able to  recognize him. Especially now with his head a splattered. It’s an independent art form, what they do, so nah.

Luctan takes the dagger and paper, but has difficulty finding the Focus the wizard had been using during the battle.

Belli has much more luck than, well, Luck, with that as she finds his component pouch. Taking his cloak as well, she feels bougie as hell. Which only adds to the matter as she finds 40platinum bulging from the wizard’s socks.  Belli shares the platinum with the party. Each getting 8 platinum for their woes.

Identifying the focus… It’s a small crystal, small glass cone. Seemingly what he had been using for his area of effect spells. But that’s not all.  A slight magical aura comes from the cloak and dagger. Identifying the latter item, she learns it’s identity as The Colak of Elvenkind. An enchanted cloak, which makes it’s user harder to spot on the field of battle (i.e. advantage on Stealth checks).

(After some Fantasy Costco jokes are made...) the party decide on who gets the cloak. Given the noise his armor makes, when moving, they ultimately agree to hand it over to Luctan.

As for the former item... Belli learns that it’s a Blink Dagger. Once per day it can be thrown in any direction and called back to the attuned person without having to waste any actions, beyond thinking it so.

And after some further consideration, Luctan is the one to get the item as well! The boy does love him his sharpy weapons. And it fits the aesthetic with a purple color to the blade itself.

That out of the way, they wonder what to do with the body. As they do so, Ficus checks the body, a bit more deeply as he does an incission on the man’s chest, pulling out a bloodspattered rock with an emblem from inside him.

As Luctan casts his first Prestidigitation to clean that off, Ficus reveals that the rock is an anti-scrying rock. Anyone attuned to it cannot be snooped upon by watchful eyes.

After changing hands a couple of times, Burk gets the rock, receiving it from Luctan, who had received it from Ficus..

Everyone eventually goes back to sleep, deciding to give the would-be assassin an air burial and, in the morning everyone has breakfast 

Upon Luctan’s request, Belli sends a message to Nash to check with her how things were going with Dak, the Changeling Cleric..

“What’s up, what’s going on, how you doing?”

Nash is confused. 

With her acting abilities, Belli copies Nash and gives Luctan an explanation on what Nash said. Thusly, Luck facepalms.

(OOC, there was a bit where Belli by accident said the word phone and the tiefs go  “What’s a phone?!”)

Luck gives instructions to help Belli with the message. “Hello, Nash. This is Belli, asking for Luctan. How’s Dak, what’s he doing?”

Nash wakes up, like “Oh my god, it was real.

“Everything seems fine and normal. Everything’s out of the ordinary, besides the market being wild.”  is her message back to Belli, who refers it to Luctan. Given the Nexus Volcano and demon attack, it made sense that the market would be off kilter now. Hopefully the druids and rangers of The Forestheart Bretheren helped the situation.

Luctan notices that Mournimar isn’t doing well. Most of everyone does as well. Given the way he had bent over and in pain, as well as  Mournimar’s armor being semi-scorched off, it was clear that his abdomen was hit bad by the bastard from the other night.

Belli for that matter also seemed to have received some bad burns from the Fireball the previous night as well.  Luctan is startled by the burns of Belli and Mournimar and just casts Healing word, like a doof.

Now that the party had time to actually talk and think about it, they were curious about Luctan’s sudden burst of magicks and glowy demeanor whenever he’d cast.

Belli: “I mean, would anyone be surprised if Luctan’s a litteral angel?!”

“But I’m a tiefling.” Luctan would respond.

Mournimar and Ficus insight check Luctan on whether he made a deal with a deity or something. But given their low rolls, they honestly have no idea. Joining on the insight checks,  Amelia is pretty sure he’s not lying when he says he’s made no deal at all.

This somehow sparks further conversations about Ficus’ attraction to Luctan and how apparently the Narah family wanna bang lots of despicable people?! There are many sibling shenanigans to be had between the two, with Belli ultimately making Ficus and Mournimar have to defend themselves as she states “Don’t trust the rogues!”

Upon Luctan casting Prestidigitation on the cloak again, to give it a purple and blue look, Amelia tries to speak to him in Primordial, but alas, he doesnt’understand a word she says.

Well fed, well in spirits, the party get back in their carriage and continue on their journey to Crystalgate and beyond~!

On the final leg of this path, they reach the rich subburbs outside the city itself. Where all the famous celebrities of the country reside. Belli notices Fantasy Freddy Mercury’s place. The party see some unbranded guard patrols going around. Checking them out for a moment, before they just continue on their way. Luckily, Luctan cleaned up everyone, retroactively.

It takes about 15 minutes to half an hour before they reach the gates.

It’s pretty instant she recognizes the large gates with N, split open when the gate does. A small forest blocks the view of the house and they can see the roof of the building and for everyone, but Luctan, this is the biggest place they’ve ever seen. About the same size as the city hall in Avantea.

For Belli, the warm nostalgia of home is almost as warming as the knowledge of what’s inside is chilling. Belli is quietly running her hands on the N.

“ What kind of rich assholes live here?” – Burk. 

“We did.” – Belli.

Ficus pricks himself on a small spike of metal and the gates swing open. (To keep out the other side of the family). Special magicks.

This is the home of people, who know their children come home less clean, hence,when the party enter, they are immediatelly cleaned from any dirt that Luctan would have missed along the way, thanks to the Prestidigitation gate.

The forest was an illusion. The mansion is before them. Exageration, but it’s big as hell!

Six fountains on each side. Each small fountain presents an Half-Orc child of varying ages and personalities. Two, identical, are the twins. The child on the right, closest to the house has been vandalized.

- That’s Ficus’.

Belli puts a hand on his forearm. The twins were PISSED! The face is scraped off, the arms are chipped.

After Burk makes a little jab at Ficus, the rogue answers back: “ You may be wide, but you’re still small and I will smother you in your sleep.” Bold words, given that Burk has the strength to use him as a javelin.

While the Narahs talk, Luctan passes Amelia the medalion of Keemis, which she promptly puts it on like a baller.

As they advance ahead, they focus on the last fountain. The biggest fountain in the middle is of Mr. and Mrs. Narah, with baby Belli in the middle.

This all used to seem so big. I never thought I’d see this place be so quiet.”   Belli looks at the fountain of her parents and herself. Her dad, the Orc, her mom, the elf.

With the siblings’ encouragement, Belli moves onward and the party follow her to the double door. The door is unlocked, as she had left it.

In the first little entryway, they see the hooks for cloaks and hats. They see some family items, dusty as hell. Belli runs her hand through them, nostalgia overflowing her heart like a fine wine cup.

  A large set of tables stand long and empty at the front of the party as this is a big ass dining room. Dusty and all that, they yearn to be sat upon once more and warmed with the company of a loving family.

Belli is quiet as she walks around, quieter than she has ever been seen.

As she observes her home, years after she herself had abandoned it, Mournimar joins Amelia in ivestigating for anything that would seem “off”. What they notice is the ash of the fireplace. It’s ash, yeah, nothing magical about it, but the problem was that it was fairly recent. In the last few, at that.

The spot in the room they are in, hasn’t been touched in a while, but the ash is recent.

As she goes to explore another room,  Belli begs Burk not to break anything.

Burk, silent at this request, goes for an entryway on the right. There’s a door in his general direction and he goes for it, Rimefang at his shoulder. Opening the door, the two conclude on three things.

1. The room is a Water Closet.

2. It stinks.

And 3. They have just failed a con save, because for about 6 seconds, they feel themselves poisoned.

Belli enters the kitchen. The chef used to love working here.

(There are lots of  OWO and UWU jokes OOC)

Remembering, Belli notices how the fruit is nasty as hell, but there are some crackers and rations, beanfeasts. Much to be concerned, there seems to be way less of it than since she left. “Weird.”

As everyone picks a place to investigate, Burk checks what he finds to be the music room, full of varying instruments, fitting for a family of Bards to hold onto. There are many kazoos involved. Looking around, Burk’s nose catches that horrible smell again, this time coming from the piano next to him. The stench comes from the keys, but evidently there is nothing that could have made that possible.

He plays the piano and it’s horrible.

Amelia joins Belli and Ficus, reassuring the siblings as they draw closer to the domain of the Narrah Patriarch and Matriarch.

Belli’s hands are shaking asshe tries to open the door, but not really getting there. With Ficus’ help, they get in what looks to be an arts and crafts room.

And she notices it, smells so bad of rot. Paints and dyes, having expired over the years. This is where they were encouraged to pick up hobbies and explore who they wanted to be.

Painting, sculpting or that one time someone wanted to pick up kickboxing, there’s even a dummy inside.

The family study is beyond this and so is the bedroom, which was usually off-limits, for obvious reasons.

“Ficus, are you sure you wanna go on? I’m scared.”

“I mean, I abandoned these people long enough, really.”

They encourage each other to go in.

And do so.

Belli steadily makes her way towards the family bedroom, followed by Ficus.

She walks past the study, where her parents read and stuff. Scattered across the table in an unorganized manner is paperwork of contracts, receipts for gigs they were to play.

It makes sense to them, probably, but to everyone else? Nah. They totally had a system they worked off of.

Many a memories of the family, all of them together, come back to them as they open that final door...

She’s not sure if it makes her happier or less happy that they are still where she left them. It’s almost like their gaze is still on them. Belli is visibly shaken. She takes a step towards her family, her legs give out and she drops to her knees, beginning to sob.

- Ficus is hiding his face behind his fringe and sits himself on the bed, grabs the hand of their mom and he cries as well.

Amelia joins in. Them weeping is her siren call to come in.

Amelia comforts Belli as best she can, damn it! They are so in this moment that... the moment they hear shuffling from the study, they almost don’t hear it. But they do!

When she goes in, she notices a trail of paperwork falling off, like someone brushed it off the desk and Belli must make a Con save. She’s too emotionally distraught to be phased by the smell that follows.

  “Who’s here?!” – Belli shouts and demands, which prompts the other half of the party to join her in the study. All but Ficus, who remains seated in the bedroom.

Luctan, Burk and Mournimar run inside and they hear increased breathing of something big in the room. Flickering, out of invisibility, is a huge, hulking horned beast with spikes along his back and hulking mouth.

Mournimar makes a con save and is poisoned temporarily.

Mournimar screams in infernal, demanding to know what that thing is. Belli does the same in orcish. The thing speaks in abyssal. Belli hears guttural groaning, it sounds like vomiting and snarling at the same time.

The fight begins with Burk charging in, swinging his axe at the beast, hitting it several times, causing gashes on the hell beast’s body. But alas.  The stench really fucks with everything, giving those, who have entered the room in the monster’s viscinity disadvantage.

The thing is not able to be hit so easily, with the stink getting in the way. Frustrated, Amelia strikes with her gloves and hits the fucker. AND!  Using her Open Hand Technique, Amelia knocks the creature prone.

Belli is beyond furious and screams with all the anger and fear and grief she has in her.

Without even thinking, she casts Shatter again.

The irony is that the only thing to make the save, other than Amelia is the thing. Burk, Mournimar and Belli take 11 damage. Amelia and the creature take 5.

Belli copies the creature’s voice, some weird dialect and Mournimar basically hears that it claimed this place as it’s territory. Belli is enraged. She will have none of that!    Luctan recognizes that people have fought these before, he had seen them. This demonic toad like monster was a fiend in nature.

Tanking with the con save, he doesn’t get poisoned. But the smell is still pretty bad, so, as he comes in, he casts Prestiditation, before pointing at the creature.

“You may be a hell beast, but we? We are the Cultbusters!” and he accidentally casts Bless on  Burk, Mournimar and Amelia.

Action surge follows, Luctan tris to use a Hellish Rebuke on the large red creature, but in it’s stead something else comes to his mind. Sacred Flame, but the creature ends up succeeding on it’s save!

Luctan pulls out West Wounder and East Ender as he gets on the table, before the being, known as a Hezrou, releases a monstrous roar, which summons six lesser creatures from firey portals that open on the ground.

Based on an educated guess, the tieflings recognize the monsters as Dretches.

Inferior demons, Luctan  had encountered some, but not for long since they’re fairly weak. The creature roars again.

Mournimar pulls his shortsword out and goes for the attack on the dretch to his front And then repeats the attack with the sword. Hitting with the help of the bless. At the end of his turn, he casts Hunter’s Mark on the Hezrou.

Burk attacks and thanks to Luctan’s energy thing, he strikes true. With Fury of the Small, he hits even harder then and then another powerful hit adds up to further damage the large monster.

With his bonus action, he donkey punches the Dretch behind him. Burk cloks the dretch in the back of the head and it falls over.

Amelia strikes with a mighty gloved punch, finding the good shit, decking the thing in it’s wounds.

( “Ames is real good at fisting gashes.” – Cat, OOC)

As a bonus action, she uses her quarterstaff to smack the dretch closest to Belli, focusing it’s ire on herself as she harms it nice and good.

The strikes continue and she hits hard enough to make one of it’s eyes explode, blood and gore flying everywhere by the end as she finishes it off with a roundhouse kick, decapitating it. The battle gets chaotic as hell.

While Mournimar sets a creature on fire as a response to the two deretches at his side slashing at him, Belli points a finger at the Hezrou and chants “ You’re nothing but slime that I’ll crush beneath my heel. “

And promptly turns the Hezrou into a slug.

Intimidated by the Bard’s magic and her words that follow, one of the dretches teleports away through a gate, terrified as all hell by the half-orc.

As the others tear to shreds the remaining dretches, they are left with but one real target to worry about. The now transformed Hezrou.

After some deliberations on how to proceed, Burk picks up the slug. Most of the party decide to finish it off, while Belli goes to check on her brother’s mental state.

So, lead by Burk,the rest of the Cultbusters go outside.

Burk elaborates that he wanted to finish things here, outside, because he wanted to hold onto the promise he had made to Belli when they had first seperated in the mansion.

Everyone gets into position as Burk sets the slugged Hezrou in between the four of them.

On the count of three, they attack.

1.

2..

3!!!

Burk swings the axe, Amelia strikes with her fists, Mournimar fires the bow from a distance and Luctan attempts that Sacred Flame again (I seriously need to raise the boy’s Charisma for that DC check > A <;;;)

All their attacks combine to a whole 30 damage on the creature, which immediatelly changes back. It looks hurt. And pissed the fuck off.

Regardless, Burk just strikes with blow after blow upon the thing, hitting it with his axes. It’s almost like chopping wood, really. Going around it and hitting certain areas, spilling blood. The thing wobbles on it’s last legs.

Then comes the monk’s turn.

Amelia stares at him, the guy who dared try and take her friend’s home.  Basically, fuck this dick. She strikes him once, then again. And again and again and again! Blow after blow, Amelia is merciless in her assault on the fiend.

The Power Of Kyle compels her (CHUG THAT MOUNTAIN DEW)

Amelia finishes the thing off with a powerful bash. Almost in slow motion, she jumps and elbows the Hezrou in the snoot. On the drop back down she knees him in the jaw. It bites it’s own tongue out, which flies off.

Dead and falling to the ground, it turns to goup whch spills on the four of them. Not a problem as Luctan casts Prestidigitation almost as quick as theyget splashed, like on some Nikleodeon game show.

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As the party was finishing business, Belli had been checking on Ficus.

Ficus is glazed over. He looks dead to the world.

Belli walks over to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Ficus, can you hear me?” There’s a very slight nod. “There was a fight in the other room. Looks like some demons were living here for a while.”

“You know, when I thought we were gonna go back to face our demons here, I didn’t think it would be literally." There’s a slight pause. “I have no clue why I came back here.”

“You came here, you wanted to come home.”

“Is this home?”

“Home was where the twins would set a giant scavenger hunt for us, where mum would readto us and tell us the most amazing stories. We were happy, there was music and laughter and family and I-I could’ve probably stayed here as a kid. I didn’t have to leave. We had food, I-I could’ve gone for help, but I just left and I ran away like you did, because I didn’t think I could make a difference. And I still don’t think I can.”

Can she?

Belli looks at the petrified rock that was once her family... And something clicks in her head. A thought. An arcane thought at that.

In all this mess, adrenaline and all, her brain going faster than it has in a long time. She knows that there are divine magicks that can restore people, despite all kinds of awful circumstances. It’s a very high level she’s after, but maybe she could fix this, or get someone to fix it.

Higher level than someone like Nash. But with the right friends, she could maybe get them back.

“ You know, Ficus. I don’t think it’s over for us yet.”  she smiles.

“Ugh, I gotta go through more shit?!”

I think we could bring them back if we have the right help. I don’t know who or where to even start, but it’s got to be better, than living your life, thinking you failed the people, who mattered to you must.”

The mom statue is semi broken… Belli understands this. They might not be a full family again, but it’ll be better than the current situation.  Belli will definitely find out who did this and she will kill them.  Ficus will want to join this vengeance quest.

She takes out the gemstone and puts it in her mother’s broken hand. “We’re not done here. We’re not done, Ficus.”

The light will shine upon them.

"I’m totally gonna steal some of their shit, though.” Ficus says, brightened up some.

Belli begs Ficus to hide some things in his room, in case Luck wanders in there. Much to Ficus’ horror, he realizes that his room was kept exactly the same.Which brings the man to make a dash for his chambers.

As the others finish things off, Belli goes to her old room. It feels so weird to her how small the room is now.

With the Hezrou dead and gone, Archie rides on Morgan’s back, while Luctan brings in the horses and carriage.

Before they can finish the ride to Crystalgate, the party decide to take a breather inside the mansion for a bit, get their heart rates down to normal again.

Up in the hallway, the walls are lined up with the family in all their ages. Starts with cheap caricatures of Mr. and Mrs. Narrah. Going full circle we get realistic artistic stuff with the whole family.

There’s an obvious missing picture of Ficus.  As Belli explains, she shows them the bar on the upper floor as well, in case they’re up for some drinks.

While the others chill outside, Belli brings the tieflings to Ficus’ room. Ficus, who is in the middle of trying to hide all his shit. He was tearing the posters off and apart. Too bad he didn’t consider his sister’s skills and moxxy as Belli casts Minor Illusion and recreates the posters.

The posters show the openness of Ficus’ sexuality and his exploration.

Mourni just drops to the ground, looking under the bed, while the Narrahs have a Mage Hand rivalry over him.

They accidentally break a box of thigs;;; Ficus’ belongings, lots of kinky things of Ficus’ stash.

Let’s just say Ficus has a healthy interest in anathomy.  But the siblings definitely agree that their brother Keem had the most porn of the kids. The first singer of the family.

Rather than laugh at Ficus, Luctan just chuckles, amused at Ficus’ opennes. He appreciates this and finds him sweet.

Then Belli drops the bombshell.

They have hottubs further down the floor.

Luctan is required to wear a bathing suit for the hot tub, though.

“I am a free spirit!” proclaims Luctan, protesting as he holds the elf baby under arm, having pickedh im back up from the arts and crafts room he had left the youngster in, before joining the fight.

- Pretty soon enough, everyone joins inside the hottub in the far right part of the floor. As Burk teaches Rimefang how to doggy paddle, Mournimar starts a bit of a splashing war with Luctan, who eventually gives in.

Amelia just relaxes with Archie, while Belli tries to bribe Luctan with money to shave his beard off.

It almot works, as Luctan’s  greedy streak shows itself, but the deal falls through

It doesn’t take long for Mournimar and Belli to start trying to outperform each other with cannonball dives in the large tub, while Luctan goes to a more secluded part of the floor, in the opposite tub, across the corridor, where he is joined by Ficus.

All is well.

Even the baby gets to relax, floating on a ring.

Once they take their good break, the party get dressed and leave the mansion, closing the door after themselves shut. And they move on the path to Crystalgate.

They are a day out from Crystalgate.

Given the area around Crystalgate is planes, pretty much as they step out of the estate the mansion was on, the shape of the huge city… for all of them this is the hugest settlement they’ve seen.

Belli had been here before as a child, naturally, but still it was freaking enormous.

The walls are a good 60ft high, even above that they can see three huge towering spires. Twisted in shape. Double helix, almost, but not quite spiral-y. Three spirals in parallel. Further to the north, left of the spirals are lots of tops of taller buildings, huge clusters of buildings, taking huge portions of the city.

Luctan climbs the top of the carriage and just stares ahead into the city. Somewhere in there, the Gentlemen hold his limbs.

Mournimar joins him up there and gives him an empassioned encouraging speech.

“Bro, that’s gay."- Ficus.

“Yeah, no shit.” - Mournimar.

Luctan stares ahead. “I’m coming for you.”

The Wheel Of Time Keeps Spinning. Let’s Rock.

We travel through the night. Mournimar, half-asleep, taps Luctan’s shoulder and points out constellations. Finally, some fucking peace.

Going deep into inner roads of the outer city, the party ultimately decide to take a rest inside the Crusty Challice inn for the night. A shady inn, where no questions need be asked.

As they get closer within Crystalgate, Amelia makes a Wisdom save ( 23 – 6), much like she had done in the morning, after they took off from the ambush spot.

For a brief second Amelia feels lightheaded, but she shakes it off immediately.

Room arrangements are made. Burk takes a room for himself and Rimefang, Belli, Orion, Mournimar and Morgan get one together, Ficus takes a room seperately and Luctan and Amelia are to hang out. Purple teeeam~!

And as the lot of them go to bed, the episode comes to an end.

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Nurse Café - Chapter 1/6: “You’re Not Supposed to Drink Coffee This Late, Sir”

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Summary: Life could have honesty been simpler than that for Hokuto, a second-year Liteature major. There's, however, someone out there willing to just make it easier on him.

Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (College/Coffeeshop AU) Ships: HokuAn (Anzu/Hokuto)

Wordcount: 1.5K words

Notes: C'mon, the occasion was too tempting for me not to title this fic after the real banger that is Susumu Hirasawa's masterpiece, "Nurse Café".

Your boi is working on his big-ass Arc-V fic project, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do and writing a nice little sickfic. AKA: I'm bursting that fandoms's door like I've always done, which is with a sickfic nobody wanted but me (and maybe my friend @nehamerchant123 who got me into this mess in the first place) (btw go check her cake business, she’s working on her cardd page for it)

I've been into this game's characters for a whole three weeks but I am not giving a shit I am doing this. I also don't know anything about colleges at all in any part of the world, I don't even know the Sorbonne because I've been there like thrice and it's always been in the same parts anyway (to be fair, I'm not even attending it yet lmao) It's very self-indulgent so it's short and split in two, I dunno, I may combine the two chapters some other day. It's probably also OOC, but whatever yeet

AO3 version available here.

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On second thought, his life may have been a mess, lately. For someone who liked organization, keeping a pace and thinking everything thoroughly to reach as much perfection as possible, he sure had allowed things to get messy without meaning to. To be fair to himself, problems had started piling up suddenly and at an incredible speed, to the point he didn’t know in what order he should have attempted fixing them: should he prioritize taking care of his grandmother who broke her leg not too long ago, his studies increasing in volume or his club duties, even if his leader was getting on his nerves with his weird, nonsensical shenanigans?

At first, he tried managing everything at once, but after some weeks of pulling almost-all-nighters, he decided to seek alternatives. It didn’t quite work out as planned, but at least, he had found a way to survive the storm for now: the local coffeeshop’s espressos. For someone who used to be so on-the-nose with his health, that was a strange choice, sure, but being friends with people like Subaru Ahehoshi made one adaptable and needing to find solutions quickly, if just temporary.

Not that he didn’t hate relying on coffee in the first place.

 His new routine, solidified by a couple months spent tuning it to maximize time use and task efficiency (albeit it was still a bit stiff, like he had always been), consisted of doing the most he can, not fall onto his bed and immediately find sleep before getting woken up by his own anxiety, and continue on his day by getting a cup of coffee in the same café, each time, to the same cashier. It was always the same order in the same place at similar hours of the evening, which gave it a sense of comfort he wasn’t against in times where he wasn’t sure how he should have asked for help. All of what he was doing is stuff he was supposed to be doing by himself, after all: he shouldn’t have needed someone else’s help for that, didn’t need to bring them through the mud with him (even if Isara had offered to help him, he had always declined: Isara may have very well been the only man he knew that had constantly been busier than him).

His grandma has told him before to lay it off, to let her do her thing and for him to focus on himself. While he intended on forcing himself not to barge into her life constantly, he quickly found himself doing it again even after her scolding: he just couldn’t not worry over it, he had to check if she was doing fine and if she was getting the hang of things. Ah, how thick-headed he’s been!

(In a way, maybe he put himself in that mess to begin with. Should have applied his own advice and tasted his own medicine).

 With a presentation dooming over his head for the next week and more drama club shenanigans, he had gotten backed in a corner: it was either researching for the entire night or risk getting an awful grade that’d sink his results to the bottom of the sea. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, he had gone for the first option, albeit he was starting to think this may not have been the greatest idea he had ever had. (Actually, far from it). Still, that presentation wouldn’t write itself on its own, so he went for it and spent a night or two working on that while occupying his daytime with taking care of his grandma (who’s soon out of having her feet stuck in some cast, thank God for that) and club business and other college-related catastrophes strolling around in his life.

It was with a pounding headache and stumbling feet that he made it out of his flat and into the campus, heading straight for the café he always got his precious cup of coffee in (he was hesitating to put aspirin in the cup itself, but that sounded like a terrible idea, and he had left his aspirin tablets in his flat anyway), ignoring the gazes around him (it was easier to do when his sight is half-blurry to begin with). Once he was done with that necessary loss of time, he’d be able to come back to his actual work and that until he’d be finished with it. If he was productive enough, he should have been done with that presentation’s slideshow by the time 5AM hits.

 He entered the café, heard an unfamiliar bell ring immediately as he opened and closed the door, and went straight for the counter like a drunkard entering a tavern. He didn’t care about it in the slighest: he pulls out his yens from his pocket, slams them on the counter and asks, in a groggy voice he doesn’t like to hear to himself, “hello, I’d like an espresso, please”, with the least charisma he could have mustered because he was that tired and he just wanted to be over with that damn presentation already.

It was only when he rose his eyes to face the barista that he realized he had entered the wrong café, right as he faced a high school classmate, friend, and probably something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on, whom had never worked at his usual café. He didn’t say anything, but gulped and swallowed his pride back in, and payed for his espresso by pushing the coins anyway (Ahehoshi would have jumped on the counter to get them: they were undeniably shinier than they should have been).

 “Good evening, sir, thank you for com…”

Silence.

“Hokuto, is that you?!”

That voice was no mistake: this was Anzu, from the Management course. This was going to be painful…

“Ah… Yeah…?” Oh God. What was he supposed to tell her? That he didn’t even know where he was walking anymore? That this was all a giant misunderstanding on his part?  “Yeah.”

“I’m not used to seeing you around here? How are you?”

“…Fine.” Something was missing. “I hope you’re doing well too.”

That wasn’t really good dialogue. Not that Anzu picked up in it: she was probably too busy trying to do her job.

“Here you go, Hokuto…” She put his cup on the counter and picked his coins. “You’re sure you should be drinking that at this time of the day? It’s late and you’ll have a hard time sleeping if you drink that now.” Then she muttered to herself: “looks like you’d benefit from a good night’s sleep too…”

“Thank you, have a goodnight.”

 He picked his cup and went to a table, legs feeling faint. There was nobody still around in the café: clearly, unlike his usual 24/7 place where there always was someone living in the night (the Sakuma brothers trying to avoid each other but finding themselves in the same place and Hajime taking part-time jobs were the firsts to come to his mind), this was a daytime place and he was all aone, stuck with his pounding headache and Anzu cleaning before closing. He had something like fifteen minutes to drink his fuming coffee and get out of there, but even his hands felt sluggish and unresponsive.

Maybe he really wanted to throw that presentation out of the window and just sleep for the next three days. He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore anyway.

 After a few moments, he watched with bleary eyes and eyelids closing on their own Anzu walked to him and sit on the opposite side of the table, staring at him with an expression he couldn’t really read, before her hand arrived on his forehead. It was cold, unnaturally so, and he wondered if she didn’t have blood circulation problems like he was worried he could have had before. Yet, despite his rising concerns, he still let himself lean into it, too tired to really pay attention to how he was behaving. That was bad, awful even. He needed to gulp his coffee, so he did, burnt his tongue and throat, and was about to pack it when he noticed she was still staring at him.

“I… I need to go, is there something wrong?” He asked, hoping this would be enough.

“You…”

Huh. Okay.

“I’m leaving now, I’ll let you close the sh—”

 Black dots appeared in his sight as soon as he got up and he felt his body plunge forward, hand slipping instead of grabbing at the table, vision blurring until all he could feel was hands wrapping themselves around him and faint, muffled sounds resonating in the distance.

It was all over, wasn’t it? He couldn’t move nor feel anymore, right? What a way to end his rush… What way to finish the evening that he was supposed to finish his presentation on… That was his way to go? Huh… Not like he could resist against his own body finally turning on him.

 He had failed in a dramatic fashion, that was for sure.

And, to be honest, he kind of hated it.

#enstars #ensemble stars #hokuan #hidaka hokuto #anzu ensemble stars #sickfic #hurt comfort #AU: Coffeeshop #AU: College #overwork #sleep deprivation #anzu (enstars) #otp: konpeito chou cream #Fic: Nurse Cafe

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- ̗̀✰ •【 MIGUEL BERNARDEAU / CISMALE / 24 】announcing the arrival of his royal highness, ( CHRISTIAN MEYER ), the ( PRINCE ) of ( LUXEMBOURG ). I’ve heard that he is ( RECKLESS ) & ( UNPREDICTABLE ) but can also be ( ADVENTUROUS ) & ( EMPATHETIC ). ( CHRISTIAN ) is arranged to marry (  AGNES EMMANUELLE LEMAIRE ). Rumor has it ( HE HATES EVERYTHING HIS FATHER STANDS FOR ). We hope you enjoy your stay at London!【 OOC: riley, 19, est, she/her 】

hello lovelies! my name is riley and i’m super super excited too meet all of you and write with all of you! i’ve wanted to play miguel bernardeau for a while and thought this was the perfect opportunity to bring in my wild child christian ! a way too long intro post under the cut!

BACKSTORY !

christian, the second trueborn child to the king and queen of luxembourg, never really liked his title. he didn’t like the way his peers treated him in primary school when they knew who he was, hated having security detail watch his every move. 

he would often do things that his parents asked of him, but he didn’t like being a royal one bit. he’d go to lessons with a heavy heart, but would pay full attention -- he was never one to do things half-assed.

as he grew up, he matured a little, no longer throwing temper tantrums but learned to rebel in his own way. he’d sneak out of the castle, not to go out and party but to jump on a train to france or spain or italy and soak in the culture.

in his mind, he wanted to believe that luxembourg was just boring, that his father’s monarchy and rulership was flawed and that other countries had it better, knew better ... but while he could never confirm this theory of his, he learned a lot about history and culture of other countries. 

he became an adventurer: someone who blended in with the commoners, who grabbed at tourist maps, who became obsessed with photography. every spare minute he had from the few familial duties he had, was spent reading history books and planning his next adventure.

in school he was absent-minded, coasting by with good enough grades to get into the university of oxford (of course, his family’s name helped with that). he studied history and politics there, where he actually thought he had a calling. he liked school ... not to mention, it allowed him to have several months away from his parents. it was during this time where he created his global, holistic viewpoint about government and politics, and really started to loathe the policies for which his father stood. he’d seen firsthand how corrupt his parents could be to create such a ‘fruitful, happy’ society when he knew the backhanded deals that went on behind closed doors.

so he kept ‘acting out’, traveling to all corners of the world, taking breathtaking photographs wherever he went. he started working with magazines like national geographic to highlight different lifestyles, and partnered with some nonprofits to create awareness campaigns. he was in the middle of a tour in tanzania when he was called upon to attend the summit. christian is not particularly happy to have been pulled away from his adventures and sent directly into a swarm of politics, but he is excited to get the opportunity to discuss global matters with some incredibly influential people.

PERSONALITY !

he’s a bit of an enigma: if someone where to observe his whereabouts and his hobbies, they’d think he was super wild and into drinking and partying. while he enjoys a drink and a party from time to time, he really rebels in a more benevolent manner -- that is still pretty reckless, of course.

he’s incredibly friendly. he likes meeting people, getting to know them genuinely, learning about their adventures, their country’s policies, the works. his friendships are some of the only things that keep him grounded from the crazy things he does -- he is loyal to his friends to a fault, perhaps overly protective of them.

he’s definitely a romantic; from all the traveling and reading he’s done, christian wants nothing more than someone to share his adventures with. he’d say he’s in touch with his emotions, and wants to find love. needless to say, he wasn’t the happiest person when he heard his own wife would be chosen for him. he is having trouble accepting this fact, but ultimately believes that maybe he does have a path in politics and can be someone to help his country in the future, when his father’s throne is taken over. 

TIDBITS !

his camera and his journal are probably the two most important objects in his life. they contain photos and memories of some of the greatest adventures he has ever had.

to say he is a lover of art would be an understatement. he loves every aspect of it: classical, traditional, modern, architecture, art history -- you name it. he’s an art junkie who loves frequenting museums -- so far as to say he is acquainted with some curators of museums like the victoria and albert, moma, and the musee d’orsay.

POTENTIAL PLOTS !

childhood friends: kids who grew up learning how to tie their ties together, who learned their table manners with the same tutors, and eventually attended the same boarding schools. they have always been close, have always understood the eventual pressures of their familial duties. they have each others’ backs, no matter what.

friends who have been close their whole lives, everyone thought they were to be betrothed: title speaks for it all; they could have wished for it too, but things didn’t work out. they remain close and look out for each other.

muse ( romantic or platonic ): the subject of some of the photos that christian snaps, never really in sight, but someone who simply inspires him. someone who inspires him to do exactly what he cannot, trapped in the confines of the castle - travel the world, explore.

doubter: christian’s shenanigans are not particularly royal material. this person doubts christian’s abilities to have political responsibility (and for good reason). 

exes: on good terms, bad terms, who have become friends again bc of the summit, someone who christian neglected and who made him realize how rare love is, who knows !

anything !!!! 

OK LITERALLY ANYTHING GIVE ME ANGST. FRIENDSHIP. LOVE. AFFECTION i will love u down. 

hmu on im or on discord @ riley#9660 i’m so excited to meet u all!!!

#buckingham:intro #ooc. #intro post. #// yea this didn't hit the tags WOOPS

[xtswifts]

in all my years on tumblr, this is still one of my favorite gifs of tay in existence, so i shall use it now on my mega ooc appreciation post.

i am still on hiatus — it has been a ROUGH 36 hours my dudes — but i did want to drop in and post some ic/ooc appreciation things while this week is still here because i am all in the business of sharing the love. it’s one of the many reasons i absolutely adore this group. this group has always been about love, for me, and would probably be the singular word i’d use to describe my experience here.

i joined this lovely bunch back in july, i do believe? i had actually just finished up writing and self-publishing my third book which wound up being a behemoth (seriously it was a lot) and while i was absolutely and completely braindead when it came to writing, i still wanted to write. i’m a writer. that’s who i am and that’s who i’ll always be. i wanted something a lot more low-stakes, kind of go-with-the-flow, no real pressure and more collaborative than the isolating fun of novel-writing, so i turned back to roleplay. hollywood rps have always been my absolute favorites in the rpc for whatever reason; i have such fond memories in hollywood groups and it’s a fun and creative way for me to just project the love i have for my faves. after a few experiences in groups during late 2017 and early 2018 i was pretty sure that i was done with roleplay. it just wasn’t the same for me, no matter where i went. priorities had shifted and it was no longer about writing because you loved to write. but, me being ever the optimist, i decided to dive back into the tags and see what was still around or had recently popped up. i found this group and i saw that they had just had a taylor swift removed from the group, and hi hello nice to meet you i am taylor swift trash no. 1!!!, i felt like it was all Meant To Be or something like that (plus, she was taken in every other group and that’s who i really wanted to put a hand at writing). so i put in an app for her, got accepted, and i have been plaguing your dashes ever since :~))

in the four-ish months that i have been here, so much has happened in my life. i started my (outrageously stressful) junior year of college, i lost my grandma, i went to go see queen swift in atlanta and meet my baby princess camila, i have had major friend complications and doubts about my career track and i have had just really boring, empty days where everything was going seemingly okay. this group has been there for me through every high, low, and in between. this group has been my escape to run to when i’m stressed or up late at night and can’t sleep or just really looking to be social or want to write something. this group has been so welcoming, warm, and fun; i have had the opportunity to explore my character any which way that i please and form awesome plots with people, and even more awesome friendships ooc. some of you send really, really kind things my way which, fyi, i’m super grateful for and have probably cried over because this was the first time i not only felt welcomed in a group as taylor, but felt welcomed in a group as me. i am so grateful that i get to call this place my internet home and there is absolutely nowhere else i would rather be spending my free time writing. i stand by what i say: this is the best group in the tags, hands down. you could not ask for a more inclusive, diverse, welcoming, creative playground to spend your time on. to all the lovely admins over on main @hollywoodfamerp​ thank you for doing the heavy lifting and giving us a safe and warm place that we can call home. the work you do never goes unnoticed. you are appreciated and you are so, so loved. ♡  

some ~personal~ shoutouts:

@nhxran​ — peyton, you are without a doubt one of my best friends both in this group and just in general. we had an immediate chemistry as writing partners from that very first starter reply and nothing about that has changed. you are the writing partner i always hoped i would find in a group due to how generous you are in every reply, the way you are willing to headcanon and brainstorm (even at the craziest of hours) and i still remain in awe of you as a roleplayer with the way you juggle such diverse characters, all of which have their prominent voices that never seem to overlap. you are the roleplayer i wish i could be. even though we might sometimes be ships in the night ic, ooc i know that you are always there and you always have my back, and i truly hope you know that the same goes for you. i love you, you intelligent, creative, witty, beautiful, heart-of-gold woman you. i would not have stayed in this group if i had not met you. you are one of my favorite people, period. thank you for being one of my dearest friends.

@cara-x-delevingne​ — mickey, the first person to ever pop into my ims and say hello (and you were FAST about it too, lol), you have been one of my favorite people to write with! the way you breathe a life into your characters is almost unparalleled to any writer, much less any writer in a hwood group. you have such a talent and not only that, you are funny and kind and inclusive and i am so glad that there are people like you (and you) still out there in this world. we need more people like you. thank you for one of the most epic friendships i’ve ever written in a group and always challenging me to step up to the plate and bring my a-game with taylor. you inspire me and i love you. never change.

@armiehmmer​ — graaaaace, the law to my swift! you were actually one of the reasons i joined this rp; before i joined i stalked a few blogs and as i have told you (and you have probably seen via my wildin’ ass on twitter) i love jen, so much. i saw how dedicated you were to your jen and how included she was, which i thought was amazing because like my girl t, some people just aren’t about. i figured if you could put in the effort and grind hard enough with her and get positive results, i could do the same for taylor. and here we both are, killin’ it. you are such a lovely person who has always been nothing but kind, i am still endlessly jealous you were in pasadena for rep tour but we’ll let it slide for now, lol. i love you, thank you for being the epitome of grace in this roleplay. you’re a pure light and the dash is dimmer without you on it.

@jstntimberfake​ — nicki, or should i say, GOD, i don’t know where to begin with you. you are the reason i almost took home a jt standup from 2nd and charles. i love everything that you do on both of your characters. you become them, they stand so far away from the person that you actually are and i think that is the testament of a true, talented writer: they are able to convince you that they’re someone else. and you do, every time. i’m just really, really happy that i get to say that i’m in the same rp group as you because it makes me feel like a Cool Kid on the playground who has light up sneakers. you are so cool and it sometimes lowkey intimidates me, how amazing and talented you are. thank you for always putting a smile on my face. love ya love ya  

@itsscarjo​ — aria, my magnificent love. you are so well spoken and kind and as my clumsy twin, i have no choice but to love you dearly. it’s so nice to just have somebody to talk to sometimes and every time we’ve talked, it’s like being all bundled up in a warm fuzzy blanket. you are so easy to talk to and i cannot wait for the things you and i do on all of our people now that our lives have calmed the heck down and we can come on and write. thank you for being such a spectacular, inviting person. i had several other people sing your praises to me when you joined the group and i can wholeheartedly agree with them. you are one of a kind. big love

@aubreycplaza​ — marissa, i mcfreakin’ adore you. i’ll be honest, i have not had the best experiences with aubreys in the past but that all goes out the window with you. i’m obsessed with you and all of your people, and to know you and get to write with you is an absolute pleasure. thank you for being so much fun to write with, thank you for giving me so much quality stuff to stalk while i’m on the dash and feeling like trash, thank you for being so understanding of me constantly feeling like trash, i adore you. can’t wait for tay and aubrey to finally go on their fuckin girls trip and become little jetsetters together (forevaaaa)

@jamesrodriqez​ — hello stranger idk you but i think you’re pretty cool! and i think that you have been one of the most entertaining, fun people to write with in these last couple of weeks when i feel like i’m barely able to write two sentences that haven’t been written onto a powerpoint that i’m copying off of. you just give me so much excitement about writing and plotting and that excitement is something that can be difficult to find again after you’ve gotten comfortable in a group. thank you for keeping things refreshing and new for me and taylor. i’m excited to get back to all of our fun shenanigans (and to love on your new people bc yes amen) #jandrea forever

@jarpadking​ — nikki! first of all, i’m in awe at how fast you can come up with replies on TWO characters that are so well-crafted and authentic to that person’s voice. i struggle just writing a single coherent reply on taylor half the time, lmao. you are one of the hearts in this group, the way you make it an effort to branch out and talk to every single person and create connections with both the mun and the character. you’re one of the unsung heroes and if we could all be a little more you like you, we’d be the best roleplayers around. love you so much, my dear, and of course, thank you for being so warm and inclusive. people like you are rare

@itskeeoone​ — i have spent all day binging pll because that is how i choose to veg out and every time i see keegan on screen now, i think of you, em. you just write him so wonderfully and truthfully and i don’t ever want to let you go (please don’t ever leave this group or i’ll cry). taylor and keegan have given me all the life, they are very similar people and i’m happy that my 15 year old self’s dreams are coming true by their worlds colliding here in the group. i’m so excited to write even more with you now that the holidays are coming and i’ll actually, y’know, BE AROUND, but yes. love you.

@goddamnjade​ — lucy, you know anybody that is as big into the dance scene as i am HAS to get a spot on this appreciation post ;) but also, you have just been one of the loveliest people ever? i think you’re one of the hearts in this group, the reason that it is why it is and the reason that it’s so warm and welcoming. you are so inclusive and fun to write with and i really hope that i get to talk with you more ooc because i adore youuuu!

@yosebstan​ — rileyyyy, gotta admit, sometimes you intimidate me but it is only because you are an absolute fuckin’ legend in this group, and not just because of your admin status. your characters have something that a lot of people try hard to encompass but can’t ever capture, and that’s longevity. your characters never feel stale, they always feel new and fresh and like real people, not just tropes or over-concentrated personality traits and i get so excited every time i see one of your people on the dash. i’m lucky to be in a group with you, so so lucky. i sometimes hope your natural inclination for rp will rub off on me and make me a better writer. love you, and i really hope we get to do some fun stuff in the future!!

@jpgsasha​ — cami, you and i clicked so fast when we started replying to each other’s stuff back when you still had camila and i cannot WAIT to write with you as my honey sasha (seriously, a fuckin’ plus switch). we had some of the LONGEST replies on the dash at one point but when you’re inspired, you’re inspired! thank you for inspiring me and being one of the most down to earth people in this group. you deserve all the fuckin’ love. please love me so i can give it to you.

@avycias​​ — katieeee!! it legit surprised me to find out how close we are to one another #hurricane watch friends, lol. you are so sweet and your alycia is absolutely legendary, i was biting at the bit to write with you from the minute i joined this group. i hope we get to do all of the things with taylor and alycia because writing with you makes me so happy. you are wildly talented and the way alycia comes to life every time you type something is magical. you write her with a conviction and you make her your own and i think that’s why i adore her so much. thank you for being you. love you much babes

@milesdominic​ — marie! miles and taylor had one of the cutest friendships ever and it needs to make a comeback asap, because 1) that, and 2) writing with you comes so naturally (*plays naturally by selena gomez and the scene*). i barely have to think about what i want to reply to you with because there’s a chemistry there that is hard to replicate; thank you for keeping me on my toes and my brain alert and being such a fun person to write with. you give me the chance to explore sides of taylor’s voice that other people look over and that i love, and that’s all anybody could ask in a writing partner, someone who allows them to run wild!

@blccmtroye​  — fiona, i fuckin’ love your troye. he is too much fun to interact with, and i am thankful that you gave this group a shot (and that you gave me a shot). i couldn’t imagine this place without the wit and the charm that you supply with every single post you make.

@flynnpls​ — marie, i’m just in love with all of your people and you. you’re one of the people i feel like i admire from afar because i stay in awe of the way you write and how effortless it seems to come to you. you balance all of these different personalities with finesse and i really do feel like i’m talking to or reading the words of the actual celebrity in every single reply. i am crossing my fingers that i get the opportunity to write some really incredible things with you here in the future because i have such mad respect for you.

+ to everyone else that i either forgot to mention, have not really formed connections with outside of replies or haven’t had the chance to talk to you/your babies due to my super fun hiatus: i stalk so many of you on the dash and keep up with your plots and where you take your characters and it really and truly is such a privilege to be in the same group as you. they say that birds of a feather flock together and if that’s the case, i am simply a reflection of all the things y’all are. kind, funny, clever, creative, welcoming, intelligent, and a part of something, and i could not ask for more. i love all of you, whether we’ve talked or not (believe me i probably stalk you and just love you from afar) and any time you ever need a friend, call me beep meeeeee. i’m always game to do things with taylor and explore her more through whatever plots or connections we could create, and i promise that if i don’t respond to an im, it’s because i’m off on hiatus or it got eaten. i want to do ALL the things with ALL of you. come hit me up! let me love you! k thanks!!!

obligatory thank you note to my queen taylor alison for existing. love u bitch.

xx, caroline

#hfrpappreciation #♚ ; tswift and tpain. #i spent 2 hours typing this so if you'll excuse me i'm off to get food and start throwing shit in a suitcase since i'm leaving tomorrow at 7 #yay for early mornings #said no one ever

[soulslip]

tentative starter call ? 

#⁘ 約 ━ OOC / never been one to half ass shenanigans. ) #I changed my header for the third time since starting this blog #and I think I'm finally done I'm happy with it #theme is probably next BUT I need to do school work and like #actually write here before I start messing around anymore

[woopwump-blog]

i finished season 2 and i’m crying oops

#uses my tears to disguise a tag dump #« ooc|| hacker voice: i’m in » #« crack || a roomba – but with a knife » #« asks || what the f*** did you just say to me » #« memes || i’ve never been one to half ass shenanigans » #« main || second rate junk pile » #« isms || does this unit have a soul » #« aes || but in all chaos there is calculation » #« promo || i think this might be dangerous » #« self-promo || the garbage will do » #« c1-10p || glorified beeping garbage can » #« kanan jarrus || and yet the menace of the years / finds and shall find me unafraid » #« hera syndulla || or help one fainting robin / unto his nest again / i shall not live in vain » #« sabine wren || i thank whatever gods may be / for my unconquerable soul » #« garazeb orrelios || give me a place to stand and i will move the earth » #« ap-5 || because i’m your friend » #« crew || everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed » #« ezra bridger || sore must be the storm / that could abash the little bird / that kept so many warm » #« ahsoka tano || revolutionaries that in their hearts / are still children with tree branch swords » #« jaigsight || tell me o muse / of that ingenious hero who traveled far and wide »