#this is why I haven’t been online aaah

[merakiui]

I was reading through your tags and you mentioned at some point the kazuscara roommates finding your onlyfans and I think I completely combusted—thus i present to you my brain rot of late: you attend the same school as them but you’re not actually friends, all you know about kazuha is that he’s the friendly regular at the cafe you work at, who makes polite conversation every now and then but otherwise is nothing of note. In reality he’s been stalking you for weeks ever since your first encounter, and is dead set on the idea that you’re this innocent, weak thing that needs to be protected (maybe he stepped in when you had a bad customer and your meek reply helped fester his delusions?). Scara, on the other hand, is only aware of your presence since you’re his favourite cam model that he recently found. (Since he’s a harbinger he’s probs loaded) Weeks of funnelling money towards you cause him to feel this unwarranted possessiveness, believing that since he’s been providing so much in your “relationship” that it’s time you reward him in turn. However, despite the unbridled interest they have toward you neither are aware of each other’s feelings for you— that is, until you happen to run into the both of them heading to your class. While both are known for maintaining their stoic masks, they’re friends for a reason— and instantly can tell the attraction their roommates have towards their own “lover”. After kazuha finds your onlyfans he’s certain that you’ve been coerced and wants to save you, while scara thinks it’s time that he’s stopped letting other plebeians look at his possession—so, despite their initial reservations, come together to form the ideal plan. When you find yourself waking up groggy in a room you don’t recognize, all they can do is look on with glee whilst planning their next course of action with their new belonging. They’re friends after all, and good friends share though, don’t they?

This is v long srry lol you can ignore this ofc!!

AAAH, ANON!! YES!!! <3 I couldn’t resist writing more on this concept. orz They make for such a terrifying pair when they work together!

(cw: yandere, stalking, nsfw, implied kidnapping/drugging, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, delusional thoughts, savior complex, implied violence)

What if Kazuha and Scara were just acquainted with one another and actually became closer through their mutual obsession with you? Yes, they’re roommates and ought to get along because they’re living together but they haven’t exactly clicked yet. They talk every now and then and know little things about each other. Nothing too special. They don’t really hang out outside of their dorm either, what with their class schedules being vastly different. And Kazuha’s always out of the dorm doing who-knows-what. Most of his time is spent at a café, where he’ll write and read and stare at you while you work. On the other hand, Scara prefers to stay inside if he doesn’t have a good reason to go out. He likes his alone time. Although he has enjoyed going to the library every now and then to study.

So maybe they need to find some common ground. Maybe they need a push in the right direction before they get closer.

Kazuha likes to stare. Talking to you is great, but he worries he’ll say too much and then he’ll be a nuisance, or you might not want to talk to him at all since you’re working. But you always regard him with a warm smile, happy to scribble his name on the plastic cup because you remember him. Because you recognize his familiar face and soft, gentle eyes. He’s the one who saved you from that rude customer, after all, and he’s a polite regular. Why wouldn’t you know him? You might look like you can handle those types of situations, but what Kazuha saw that day was something entirely different. You were nervous—so soft-spoken and scared. He absolutely has to protect you from those kinds of people now, doesn’t he?

And he does exactly that. He’s your second pair of eyes—your valiant knight in shining armor—who sees and hears all. Sometimes he goes to the café with the intention to simply watch over you and make sure no one’s bothering you. He can recall one time when a customer was speaking rudely about you because her drink hadn’t been prepared in a ‘timely manner.’ In reality it’s impossible to make a drink within a few seconds, especially when you’re already preoccupied with making another customer’s drink. She must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed, or maybe she’s just a hateful person in general. You didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of such fiery insults, though.

Her eyes just can’t see your perfection and therefore she does not deserve to see out of them.

Kazuha’s willing to wrestle with all of this darkness if it means you’ll stay safe, oblivious, and pure. You’re like a defenseless kitten, unable to protect yourself from the scary world. He writes about you a lot in his journal; you’re his muse—someone who constantly shows up in poems and short paragraphs where he tries to describe what your dream date might be or what type of wedding you’d prefer. Things get darker the deeper you delve into his writings, where you’ll find entries in great detail. Kazuha writes a lot and he doesn’t even mean to. He just has to get all of his thoughts on paper before they abandon him and he’s left with emptiness.

Everything you do is pure; you’re almost an equivalent to a holy being. Your smell is pure. Your body is pure. Your actions are pure. Your smile is pure. Even when you’re on the verge of crying from harsh customers or when you’re turning down a confession, you’re still pure. And Kazuha likes that about you because it’s special. There aren’t many people in his life who are completely pure. He’s been through a lot of rough things and has seen firsthand how impure people can be. It’s only fair that he gets a chance to protect purity itself.

He might have some impurities, but that doesn’t deter him from watching over you. As gentle and unassuming as he is, there are times when even he loses his composure. Not many are privy to these dark emotions of his. His smiles are sharp and venomous and his eyes fill with a gloom so dark it can swallow you whole. You’ll never see this side of him; he won’t allow it. Instead you’re treated to his sweet, calm side, where he feigns perfection in hopes of catching your interest.

As for Scara… He doesn’t really care about Kazuha in the beginning. He’s just someone he has to live with. It’s not a big deal and as long as he doesn’t try to make lots of pointless conversation everything will be okay. He prefers the peace and quiet, considering he’s acquainted with people who are far from peaceful and quiet. Scara’s relieved that Kazuha leaves the dorm so often because it gives him an opportunity to watch his favorite cam star’s most recent video. He’s your most loyal follower—someone who’s paid lots of money just to have access to the highest tier of rewards and such. He even got a private video where you addressed him and moaned out his name with lustful thoughts of him. Having lots of money comes in handy.

When he finds out that you go to the same school as him, he’s a little shocked. He didn’t expect you to be so close. You’re practically within touching distance. If only he knew your schedule. If only you were in one of his classes. It’s really annoying that he only knows your online presence and not who you might be in your personal life. The last thing he’s going to do is consult Childe, that popular athlete who knows literally everyone in the school for whatever reason. Surely he knows you. But he’ll die before he ever asks Childe for a favor.

Scara loves you out of every other cam model because you’re different. You’re not just trying to get fast cash. You’re genuine. You listen to your subscribers and their feedback. You do your best to improve and do even better streams than the previous ones. All of your hard work is overlooked by the other fools who watch your streams, but it isn’t overlooked by him. Scara appreciates your attention to detail and the way you’re able to hook him with your breathless voice alone. You’re very skilled at what you do, so it’s only fair you get paid for it.

But buying your services isn’t enough. It’s not a real relationship, but it certainly feels like it when he buys preferential treatment. Private shows, special requests, odd favors—you do it all because he pays for it. But this relationship isn’t going to be one-sided forever. You’ll have to pay him back in full eventually. Scara likes to think he has patience and that waiting is fine. It gives him more time to plan his next move—to figure out what he should do to finally have you all to himself. So that those private shows he watches through a screen can finally be real.

Scara finds the journal sitting innocently on Kazuha’s bed, its maroon cover and maple leaves pulling at his curiosity. He might not know everything about Kazuha, but he’d recognize this journal anywhere. His roommate almost always has it on his person. Scara wouldn’t be surprised if he slept with it. To say he’s curious would be absolutely correct. He can only wonder what Kazuha writes in that thing. Perhaps it’s just notes for a class. That’s what anyone would think, right?

Scara opens it and flips through the first few pages. They’re normal for the most part. Just a bunch of haikus and other useless scribbles. When he skips over some pages, he starts to find things that are far more interesting than poetry and doodles of cats. He finds the majority of the journal is comprised of information. More specifically, there are facts and other knowledge about you—the cam model he’s been obsessed with ever since he stumbled upon your onlyfans. He reads through as much of the journal as he can and instantly learns so much: your address, your roommate, your workplace, your friends’ names, names of any potential exes. The list goes on and on.

Scara doesn’t have anything against Kazuha. His first impression of him wasn’t anything groundbreaking. He thought he was a pushover at first. But now that he knows what this journal holds… Well, it sheds an entirely new light on his roommate.

Just days before Scara took a peek inside his journal, Kazuha discovers your secret online life. He snoops through Scara’s laptop when he steps out, having left it open and unlocked. He’s just trying to find what could have caught Scara’s interest, as he’s almost always glued to his laptop on specific days at specific times, with his headphones on and his gaze unyielding. He doesn’t intend to find the file of one of your private videos—something that was meant only for Scara’s eyes.

He clicks on the video out of interest. He’s not sure what he was expecting to see, but it definitely wasn’t this. Kazuha sits there and stares at the sight before him. You’re dressed in skimpy lingerie and you’re muttering the dirtiest things while coating your fingers in lube. And your hands are stroking a thick toy and you’re addressing Scara and you’re lining it up to your hole and— He shuts the laptop before it can get even more explicit than it already is. He’s so conflicted, fraught with a betrayal so strong it weighs his heart down.

Why would he have this sort of video on his laptop? Did you give it to him? Did he make you do this? Are you in danger? Are you still pure?

Kazuha can’t kill on campus. It’s way too risky and he’d be one of the first suspects if Scara’s body is found. Besides, it’s not like he has the full story. He doesn’t know whether or not Scara’s done something that’s worthy of death. You could just be in a tight spot. He knows how easily you give in when you’re under pressure. Maybe you’re just doing this because you feel like it’s the only thing you can do. Not to worry; Kazuha will save you before Scara can ruin your purity with his twisted fantasies.

They confront each other when the time feels right. Kazuha struggles to keep a smile plastered to his face for the sake of politeness, while Scara holds in his raging temper so that he can bear some semblance of cooperation. Neither of them is happy to hear that the other went through their stuff, but they force themselves to make up because a more pressing issue is at hand: their connection to you.

Kazuha says he’s your secret admirer. Scara says he’s in a relationship with you. There’s no way you’d ever date someone like Scara—Kazuha knows this for a fact. Yet he falters at the confidence in Scara’s tone. That can’t be the truth, right? Despite this, Kazuha still strikes up an offer: If they work together to get what they both want, they’ll be unstoppable. With Scara’s riches and his influence and Kazuha’s charisma and clever thinking, they can easily get their hands on you. Of course this means they’ll have to share, but it’s not a big deal when they’re already in so deep. They both know the other’s secret; now they’re swearing to keep it in the pursuit of having you all to themselves. And luckily Scara agrees to the deal, but that doesn’t give Kazuha a reason to lower his guard.

However despite how well they work together when it comes to planning the kidnapping and actually executing it, they both have their own reasons for wanting you. Scara wishes to make his relationship with you a reality—to toss aside the screen that once held him back and finally do all of the things he could only do in his dreams. Kazuha seeks to protect your fragile heart, lest you crumble under Scara’s intense way of doing things and cling to him for salvation. You can’t do those sorts of things with Scara; he won’t allow it. Your purity is meant for him and no one else.

But sharing is caring and some have to learn that the hard way. It definitely brings Kazuha and Scara closer together, even if neither of them will admit it. If they look past their desires, they can be friends. And soon enough they’ll have to accept this new friendship if they want to avoid any unnecessary complications.

However there are times when they’ll cooperate in order to do things with you. They’re a packaged deal you can’t get rid of.

#chit chat #yandere #yandere kazuha #yandere scaramouche #kazuscara roommates #ty for feeding me anon orz #i like the idea of them being friends on the surface #but beneath that they're willing to abandon the other in order to meet their desires #but when they come together they're a force to be reckoned with #aaah i could go on and on with this concept #but i don't want to ramble #ANYWAYS TY AGAIN ANON <3 YOUR BRAIN IS SO LARGE #🧸 anon

[dialovers-translations]

Rejet Fest 2019 Special Drama: “Richter’s New Year Challenge” [ENG Translation]

Original Title: N/A

Source: Otomate Party 2019 (Evening show)

Audio: Here

Cast: Toriumi Kousuke, Midorikawa Hikaru, Takashi Kondou & Tomoaki Maeno

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*Cling cling*

Ayato: (munches) ...Aaahー I want to eat takoyaki instead of this zōni or osechi crap... 

T/N: Zōni and osechi are both traditional Japanese dishes eating on New Year’s day. The former is a soup with vegetables and rice cakes, while the latter is a very elaborate lunch box considering of various layers of small side dishes. Common dishes include shrimp, kamaboko fish paste, ikura, etc. 

Subaru: (munches)  Aah...Shut up! Stop complainin’ and eat!

Shuu: What are you guys doing?

Ayato: Ah, Shuu! Hurry up and take a seat as well! We have to finish all this food by the end of today!

Shuu: And why are you doing that exactly?

Subaru: You can thank Reiji for that...He told us to spend New Year’s day according to human world standards...Makin’ this absurd amount of New Year’s food! Apparently it’s the Old Man’s order.

Shuu: Haah...This year too, huh? So where is the man in question?

Kino: We were running low on cleaning tools, so he went out shopping, taking Kanato and Laito along.

Subaru: So Shuu, you should hurry up and get eatin’ as well. Out of us six brothers, only half are here. Three people have to finish all this food!

Ayato: Yeah. With just the three of us. If we leave any leftovers, we’ll get an earful from Reiji.

Shuu: Haah...What a pain...

Kino: Come on, don’t sigh. Ah, could you hand me that?

Subaru: Oh, right! Here you go. 

*PAUSE*

...Eh? Hold up!!

Kino: Eh? What? 

Ayato: Wah!? Kino!? How did you get inside the house!?

Kino: How? Through the front door like any normal person would? I was let in after ringing the doorbell. 

Shuu: Ah, the noise was driving me crazy and nobody would open the door so I let him in.

Subaru: So it was you, huh? Don’t let someone inside over a reason like that! This bastard tried to kill us all, remember!?

Ayato: Oi, you bastard! Whatcha came here for?

Kino: Haah? You don’t know that much? I only have one goal in mind.

Subaru: Don’t tell me...Have you come to crush us!?

Kino: Ah, no. I’m here to enjoy the zōni.

Subaru: You just came to fill your stomach, huh!?

*Ding dong*

Ayato: Che...So noisy. Who could it be right now?

Shuu: Subaru, get the door.

Subaru: Fuck off! Why me!?

*Ding dong ー Ding dong ー Ding dong ー*

Subaru: Ugh...Shut up!!

ー Subaru goes to open the door.

Subaru: ...Who is it!? Oh, a package? Ah, we gotta pay at delivery? How much is it? 

Kino: Eh? Hold on??? He’s holding a normal conversation??

Shuu: Well, that guy orders stuff online all the time.

Kino: Ah...Is this really what Karlheinz’ son should be like? 

Subaru: Ah...I have to put my stamp here? (stamps the document) ...Here. Yeah, see ya.

In Japan, rather than signing documents, every adult has their own ‘hanko’ or stamp which they use to sign official documents, etc. 

ー He closes the door again

Subaru: Che...What could this be right at the beginning of the New Year?

Ayato: What was delivered?

Subaru: Ah...It says they’re New Year treats. Also a letter. The sender’s...Haah...!? Richter!?

Shuu: What?

Ayato: That guy’s surprisingly sincere, sendin’ us a New Year’s gift.

Kino: Honestly, I wish he’d just give us New Year’s money instead. 

Shuu: Shut up you guys, also we’ll be getting that from Reiji. ...So? What’s written in the letter?

Subaru: Right... ‘I am holding your precious belonging hostage. If you want them back, try and clear at least one of the challenges I have prepared.’

Kino: Precious belonging? What’s that?

Ayato: Come to think of it...I haven’t seen Chichinashi ‘round for a while...Could he have taken her...!?

Kino: Haah!? She has been kidnapped!?

Shuu: Tsk...When did this happen? Oi, let’s put our differences aside for now. We have to get her back.

Subaru: Of course! As if I’d let Richter snatch her away like that! I accept this trial! ...Ah, I’ll read the rest of the letter then. 

*Flip*

Subaru: Challenge nr. 1, ‘unravel the truth’. Which one is the correct Sakamaki Reiji?

Ayato: ...The fuck?

Subaru: Listen, we’ve got two options to choose from. A is...this Reiji.

*BAM*

Subaru: B is...this Reiji. 

*BAM*

Shuu: Oi...What’s with this ridiculous problem?

Ayato: Hah! My thoughts exactly! This is a piece of cake!

Kino: He’s underestimating us a little too much, don’t you think? (looks at the audience) You guys know the answer as well, right?

ー The audience starts fangirling. 

Subaru: Haha...’Kay! This is easy peasy! The correct Reiji is...B!

*BZZ BZZ*

Subaru: Eh? W-Why...!?

Shuu: That’s what I’d like to ask you.Why did you choose that one!?

Kino: I mean, just look at that angle and lighting, it’s obviously Reiji!

Ayato: ...And the way he seems to be runnin’ his mouth, it just screams Reiji!

Shuu: A pair of glasses doesn’t even have a mouth to begin with...!

Ayato: Haah...Well, mistakes happen. Let’s go to the next challenge. 

Uhm...Challenge nr. 2 ‘Find the odd one out amongst the four Mukami brothers’ it says.

Shuu: ...Hold up. One of them far exceeds the concept of ‘odd’. 

Ayato: The odd one...out? ...Hmm...Kou’s earrings? 

Kino: Or maybe Azusa has a few too many scars?

Shuu: Are you two blind? There’s an obvious strange one here!

Subaru: Heeeh!? Which one? (looks at the audience) ...Oi! Can you guys tell? 

Ayato: What? If you know the answer, then tell us! ...Tell us, I said!

ー The audience yells the answer

Ayato: Ah, ah...I see! Now that you mention it, this is easy!

Shuu: You finally get it?

Ayato: The right answer’s...Ruki’s hair seems rounder than usual!

*BZZ BZZ*

Ayato: Haah!? Then what is the answer!?

Shuu: Are you stupid? Yuma’s obviously been replaced by a tomato!

Kino: Eh!? No way!? Even when point out, I can’t see the difference at all!

Subaru: I thought this would be child’s play but we might be in trouble...The next one’s the final problem.

Kino: Hm...The final challenge is ‘Let me hear your feelings towards what is precious to you’.  apparently. ‘If you truly want me to return this to you, prove that your feelings are stronger than those I harbor towards Cordelia.’ ...is written over here. ...Haha, this guy’s a creep, huh? 

Ayato: Who gives a damn ‘bout that! This is our final chance at gettin’ Chichinashi back! I’ll let you hear my feelings or whatever! ...Oi! If my voice can reach you, listen up! 

I won’t allow you to look at anyone but me. You are a special woman in my eyes. I’ll repeat it over and over until you realize that. I love you.

Subaru: ‘Cause you were there supportin’ me by my side, I can keep standing strong even now. Regardless of the pain I have to endure, I can’t imagine ever letting you go. ...I love you. I don’t need anyone or anything besides you. 

Shuu: I can no longer feel satisfied from other women. Take responsibility, okay? Besides, you feel the same, don’t you? We can’t survive without each other. Which is why...Let’s stay together forever.

Kino: There were things I looked up at, or wished for, but never was there anything else I longed for as strongly as I want you. Which is why you should want me the most as well. If you do, I’ll never let you go again. (blows kiss)

Shuu: Did it work?

Subaru: ...Nothing’s happening. ...Was it not enough perhaps?

ー Yui enters the room

Ayato: ...!? Chichinashi, it’s you!

Kino: Thank god! You were able to come back, huh?

Subaru: Oi! Are you ‘kay!? He didn’t do anythin’ to you, right!?

Ayato: ‘Why?’, my ass! You were captured by Richter, weren’t you!?

Shuu: ...Haah? You were in your room this whole time?

Subaru: Then...What did that jerk Richter take?

Ayato: Aah...Don’t tell me...!? ...Aaah!! The takoyaki I was gonna eat afterwards are gone!

Subaru: My coffin has disappeared!!

Shuu: My favorite CD has vanished...

Kino: This can’t be!? My smartphone is nowhere to be found!?

Subaru: ...That bastard!! Pullin’ this kind of prank on us...! I’ll catch him and beat him to pulp!

Kino: Agreed! Right now, I could skewer that guy on top of Kaminashi tower!

Shuu: I’ll have him atone for messing with us with those glasses and that tomato as well...

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! You should come with us as well! To make sure you don’t get kidnapped for real while we’re away! 

Say your prayers and wait for us...

Richter!

 ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shuu sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #kino #diabolik lovers otomate party #diabolik lovers translation

[inkykeiji]

ive been writing stories since i was a kid. they arent necessarily fan fic but i guess i could make it into it. i never wanted to post cuz i was scared; i wrote characters based on my life which did in fact have lots of heavy verbal abuse, drugs, and what not. but u rlly inspired me to consider posting some on my tumblr or get into writing fan fic bc ur stories are so relatable to me nd u showed me not to be scared to share things ive experienced thru fictional characters. so, thank u so much<3

oh my gosh anon, i cannot even begin to tell you how much this message means to me <333

first off, thank you so, so much for sharing this with me; i really really appreciate it and it warms me to my absolute core to hear that me + my work have helped you feel more comfortable and confident in sharing your stories, even if they deal with darker subject matter. words quite literally cannot tell you how much that means to me <3

i completely and entirely understand the fear, but i want you to know that i absolutely 100% support you posting your work, if you feel comfortable enough to do so. your experiences, emotions, and stories are VALID even if your work is fictionalized to some extent. the emotion you are pulling from and the experiences you are pulling from to create are REAL nonetheless. you are allowed to feel the way you feel and create the work you create, and you don’t ever owe anyone any explanations.

i’m so sorry to hear that you have also been through something similar—this is actually part of the reason why i’m okay with ‘oversharing’ certain aspects of my life online; because there’s a chance it may help someone who has experienced something similar, or it may help others who haven’t be more sympathetic (and understanding!) towards those of us who have. i think these are important conversations to have, you know what i mean? obviously most of my work is fictional and romanticized to some extent, because that’s how i personally cope, but the situations at their very core (ie drug addiction, abuse, mental illness, etc), and the feelings they evoke, those are pulled from real experiences.

aaah sweetpea i hope this all makes sense!!! my point is, you are valid and your work is valid, and if you ever decide to share it with the world, please know that i will support you <333 i love u very much, thank you again for sharing this with me <3

#oh this is such a special message #i am so so so honoured <333 #you are not alone #your work and your feelings are valid and important please never forget that #i am sending you soooooo much love!!!! n biiiig warm hugs!!!! #please take good care of yourself bb <333 and have a great weekend!! #sweet anon 🥺 #clari gets mail #tw drugs #tw verbal abuse #just in case hehe

[janfraiser]

Any that haven’t been asked that you want to answer ❤️

aaah thank you ❤ I’ll try to keep it to max five

monday: do you struggle with the ‘boring’ parts of writing?

See, this question is really interesting. I think everyone has different parts that they find boring. For me, the hardest time to write is when I’m trying to update a fic I don’t feel inspired for... which is why my regular updates have gotten less regular over the past year. A close second is when I have, say, scene A and scene C in my head and I’m really excited for them, but I also need to figure out scene B.

saturday: what gets you excited whilst writing?

✨fresh✨ inspiration. A new show/ship, an au idea, you name it. It’s why I’ve written half a dozen fics and over 10k words for Ted Lasso in the past week. You think I’m joking but yesterday and today alone I’ve written 3800 words for one. single. fic.

recent: the most recent fic you have posted online?

This is just a chance for me to self-promo my new WIP that I’m very proud of and excited about, This Just In. Chapter 2 just went up, and if any Ted Lasso fans are interested in a canon-adjacent multichap, or if anyone in general likes the premise of two women embarking on a romantic relationship under the scrutinizing eye of the media, I would love if you would check it out. It’s new territory for me, from getting inside the characters’ heads to writing foreshadowing and symbolism, and I’m having a lot of fun!

#ask meme #writing #ted lasso #shuuuliet tag

[sukarabia]

Cater x Mary-Ann - Birthday Present

Disclaimer: a little something I wrote in a rush for Cater’s bday, but happy birthday bby and thank you so much for coming home so quickly <3 + sereia is Kirs’ OC, not mine ~

“.. Haaa... finally, this is over... ugh, that teacher just wouldn’t stop rambling, I couldn’t focus on my quest..” Idia sighed as he exited the classroom. “Can’t believe I got forced to attend... Well, time to go home, and-”

“Idiacchi!!!”

“... Huh?” Idia stopped in his track. “N-no... that can’t be...”

“Ah, I got so scared I wouldn’t make it in time ~” As he prepared to rush towards the exit, Idia felt a hand grasp his shoulder. N-Not again... he thought as he turned around.

“... Mary-Ann-shi, I am busy with something today, so I cannot help with the class content. If you-”

“You got it all wrong Idiacchi, I’m not here to ask for a cramming class- although...” Mary-Ann saw Idia’s disheartened face, and waved her hands. “I mean it!! I’m here to ask for another favour.”

“A favour...? This sucks... The quest ends in 10 hours, so I don’t have time to waste-”

“Please!!!” Mary-Ann bowed, clasping her hands together. “I promise I’ll login daily on any game you want to send you login bonuses ‘n stuff!!!” She looked up to see Idia’s expression. Perfect, she thought. He baited. “I’m here because I need your help with online shopping.”

Idia took a few seconds to process what his classmate had just told him. Online shopping...? Not that he cared, but Mary-Ann seemed like the type who’d spend her spare time browsing online for fashion items, or whatever stuff those extroverts do- why would she ask him of all people for help?

“... Mary-Ann-shi, I’m not sure why you’re even asking me... I doubt we shop for similar items, you know.”

“I’m not asking you for recommendations ~ but for websites. You see...” Mary-Ann’s shoulders suddenly dropped as she let out a sigh. “... It’s Catercchi’s birthday in a few day, and I’m really struggling finding stuff for him.”

“... Cater? Aah, why are you even asking me this... Aren’t you both the extrovert duo? Wouldn’t you know better than I do? You’re wasting my time here...”

“.. Well, that’s the thing. I should, but...” For a split second, Idia thought he saw a glimpse of sadness in his classmate’s eyes. What a weirdo... “.. But no matter how hard I think, I can’t think of anything- and we’ve been friends for 3 years now, I don’t wanna get him some impersonal gift, y’know! Would you happen to know any websites with a wide range of choice?”

“W-What? Ah, I do, but... Well, I’ll just send them to you by text.. Here you go.”

--

“... Mary-Ann-san, could you please stop sighing.”

“But Sereiacchi, I just can’t find anything ~”

“Regardless, we’re in a library, so would you please keep quiet.”

Sereia sighed as she closed her book. From what she understood, Mary-Ann was present browsing for Cater after pestering Idia about online shopping websites, but judging from her friend’s expression, it wasn’t going well. For the past hour, Mary-Ann kept sighing and mumbling about how none of this was what she was looking for.

“How come you’re so lost about this?”

“Huh?” Mary-Ann looked up from her phone, startled.

“I mean, Idia-san is right. You two do spend a lot of time together, after all. As friends, shouldn’t you know what to get him?”

“Well, that’s the thing...” Mary-Ann rested her chin on her hand, looking far into the distance with a pensive expression. “... Y’know, Sereiacchi, I think Catercchi and you are more similar than you’d think.”

“And why is that?”

“... Dunno. You guys might act a certain way but sometimes... I don’t know. Sometimes, it feels like you’re both rea~lly sad inside... or something? Ugh.” Mary-Ann suddenly banged her head on the table, startling Sereia. “I hate this... I’m not good at perceiving things, or understanding how people think... But I have this feeling that if I get Catercchi something he talked about, like this new popular jacket ~ or this trendy bracelet ~ it wouldn’t be what he truly wants...”

“... You’re more perceptive that you give yourself credit for, Mary-Ann-san.” Sereia whispered, closing her book.

“Huh? Did ya say anything?”

“... No, not at all. But if he told you that he wanted something, why don’t you get him that? It would avoid wasting your time browsing online when we have a test tomorrow.”

“... Aaah, that sucks, I completely forgot about the test tomorrow... ugh, what am I gonna do...”

Mary-Ann returned to her phone, browsing with a worried expression. What would he even want... She had asked Trey about it earlier, but her childhood friend just replied that instead of getting him a gift, they should cook him some of his favourite foods. Which she agreed with- but hearing Trey talk about that made the uneasy feeling inside her swell even bigger. For two years, she kept dragging Cater to her favourite bakery to try out the cakes together. She thought he liked them too, as he kept snapping pictures, and assumed that he would never finish them simply because he didn’t have much of an appetite. But when Trey told her that it was most probably because he just didn’t like sweets, she felt incredibly guilty about it. If only I was more perceptive like Trey... It might be dumb, but she really wanted to redeem herself with that gift- to prove to Cater, and to herself, that she could be considerate, too.

--

“.. Oya, Mary-Ann. What brings you here?”

“Liliacchi...”

“Oh? Why the long face?” Lilia’s eye widened at the sight of Mary-Ann walking into Diasomnia, eyes surrounded by very dark eyebags. “Did you not get much sleep because of today’s test?”

“Nah, wish I took my education that seriously to begin with.” She sighed as she plopped to the seat in front of Lilia.

“Then, is it perhaps some internal trouble at Heartslabyul?”

“... Well, you could say that, kinda. It’s about..”

--

“... Oh, I see. You’re worried about getting a gift that wouldn’t make Cater happy, yes?”

“Yeah, exactly.” Mary-Ann threw her head back, closing her eyes. “It’s like... He did tell me what he wanted, but... Kinda felt like he didn’t mean it, y’know? And, I don’t know...”

“.. Yes?”

“... I kinda feel like I haven’t done enough for him... As a friend? I’m not as dependable as Trey, neither am I as smart as Riddlecchi, but just this once...” Her voice trailed off as she opened her eye, glaring at the light above her. “... Just this once, I wanna do something for him, too.”

“... Oh-oh, it seems like there is a misunderstanding here.”

“Huh?” Mary-Ann jerked back into a seated position, looking at Lilia with a startled expression.

“The fact that you are worrying about this in the first place shows that you are dependable as a friend, doesn’t it? Not a lot of people would..” He gestured to the young girl’s eyebags with a chuckle. “... Obviously stay up all night just to find a gift. That, too, is your strength as a friend.”

“... Mmh, I suppose you’re right.” For the first time in a while, Mary-Ann felt a smile creep up to her lips. “But no matter the intention, it won’t do any good if I can’t find something in time...”

“I see. So you thought, coming here, that I would have a more precise idea about a present that would make him happy, correct?”

“Yeah, exactly. Dunno, you guys spend a lot of time together in music club, sooo...”

“.. Well, I am sorry to disappoint, but I don’t.” Mary-Ann sighed for the umpteenth time today. Why was this so hard... “... However, I may have advice for you.”

“Huh? Advice? Well, any kind of help is welcome, at this point...”

“Ahah, very well. I like your fighting spirit. Well then. You worry about not being dependable like Trey, or smart like Riddle- in short, you worry about taking things at face value, and not being perceptive enough, am I correct?” Mary-Ann nodded. “That, too, can be a strength in its own right. In your three years of friendship, has there been any time that made you realise that Cater might not be honest, despite you not being aware of things that easily?”

“Well... Yeah, you’re right, there were a handful of times like that.”

“Very well, then. Please think about those times as precious- because that means that what he had hidden was so painful that it shone through even to someone as oblivious as you. I assume you see where I am getting at? If there is anything that could have made those times less excruciating for him...”

“... Yeah, got it.” Mary-Ann got up, a confident expression on her face. “Thanks, Liliacchi. I think I finally have an idea!”

“Well, I’m glad to have been of help.” How troublesome these humans are... he thought as he smiled at her.

--

“Waaah, you guys prepared everything for me? Yay ~ I’m so happy, thank you everyone!”

“You’re welcome. Trey and Mary-Ann insisted that you have ramen instead of cake, which breaks the Queen of Hearts’ rule to only have cakes for birthdays, but I’ll let it slide just for this once.”

“Ahah, Riddle, as serious as ever...” Trey let out a small chuckle as he placed the ramen in front of Cater. “Cater, please dig in, it’s going to get cold.”

“Alright, I will ~ Huh? Mary-Ann-chan, what’s up? Whatcha looking all worried about?”

“A-Ah, nah, it’s nothing ~” Mar-Ann faked a smile, ushering Cater to eat. “Just, when you’re done, err... Could you come with me to the courtyard real quick?”

“Oh, sure, sure ~ Well then. Let me snap a pic... and... done! Happy bday to me ~”

--

“So, what did ya want? ~”

Cater and Mary-Ann strolled through the Heartslabyul gardens, as the blonde hid a small packet behind her back, nervously playing with her hair with her spare hand. Pretending not to notice, Cater marvelled about how the garden looked especially pretty during his birthday. They walked side by side for a while, with just Cater’s occasional interjections to occupy the suffocating silence. ... I gotta do this. Mary-Ann took a deep breath as she stopped in her tracks. Confused, Cater turned around, expecting her to say something.

“... What’s this, what’s this? Nee, Mary-Ann-chan, are you confessing to me? ~” Cater’s voice sounded confident, but there was just a falter of nervousness betraying his own state of mind. ... Did she notice?

“Don’t be stupid, Catercchi.” Thankfully for her friend, Mary-Ann was way too preoccupied by her own nervousness to realise what just happened. “... Well, y’know, it’s your birthday and all, so I thought I’d get you something, but...”

“... But?” Dusk was just setting as a gulf of wind brushed by Cater’s cheek.

“... Dunno, when you told me about what you wanted, it just... Kinda... Didn’t feel right?” Cater remained silent, waiting for her to continue. “... Like you were... forcing yourself to come up with something? Aah, this sucks, I can’t explain this properly...” Frustrated, Mary-Ann ran a hand through her hair. “... Well, my point is, sometimes, it feels like you’re... Not honest with yourself? And I had this impression that that jacket you asked for wouldn’t really make you happy, yknow... But I’m not like Trey or Riddlecchi, and I couldn’t come up with anything worthwhile because, I like, really suck at figuring people’s thoughts....”

She took a step closer to Cater, who just stood there in silence, surprised. He knew Mary-Ann was dense- in all senses of the term, so he was definitely not expecting her to notice that he had just said whatever as a present idea. Not knowing what to expect, he waited for his friend to continue.

“.... But I thought long and hard about something that would, you know, truly make you happy. And, I, uh... kinda came up with this... It definitely isn’t anything big, and it might not even mean anything to you, but....”

She handed a small red packet to Cater, slightly blushing as she adverted her eyes. Her hands were slightly trembling as he took the present from her hands. Slowly, he began unwrapping it- only to be met with a small silver keychain with a bright blue gem at the end of it. Confused, he looked up to meet her eyes. Not that it was ugly- quite the opposite actually, it was definitely his style, but..

“.. Ah! Maybe I should explain what it is... Ugh, sorry.” Mary-Ann sighed. “D’you remember, during the Stargazer festival? When Trey and I came to your room to ask for your wish, you wished to enjoy your school life and stuff, right?” Cater nodded. “Well, I kinda felt like... You were hiding your true wish, for some reason? And I’m definitely not perceptive enough to know why, so... I just thought I’d give you another chance at it.”

“Another... Chance?”

“Uh-uh. That keychain is a replica of a wishing star. It’s kinda not a magic stone, more like a good-luck charm, but...” She looked up to meet Cater’s eyes. The setting dusk made his emerald eyes stand out even more, as she nervously twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “.... I wondered if, maybe, this time, you could wish for what you truly wanted... without us knowing.”

Cater remained speechless for a few seconds that felt like an eternity to Mary-Ann. Ugh, I knew it, he doesn’t like it. Maybe I should have just asked Kalim-

All of a sudden, she felt Cater’s arms surrounding her, as he pulled her into a tight hug. She was used to his displays of affection, and it definitely wasn’t the first time they hugged, but for some reason, this time... It felt different. Not knowing how to react, Mary-Ann remained still, nervously waiting for Cater to say something.

“.... Thank you, Mary-Ann. I’ll treasure it.”

Mary-Ann smiled, humming a small “It’s nothing” as she returned her friend’s embrace. But while she rested her forehead on his shoulder, what she couldn’t see was her friend’s moist eyes, as he fought to hold back tears- and how red his cheeks were as his hands slightly trembled.

#Cater x Mary-Ann #twst yume

[merinnan]

DMBJ Episode 10

Episode 10, the final episode for season 1! 

 We begin Episode 10 with the Xiaoge Rescue Count at 10 for Wu Xie, 14 for the protagonists, 15 for everyone 

 And the Wu Xie Swoon Count at 5

- We open back up on a slight recap of Wu Xie being a little shit, and it's delightful 

- I love how when Wu Xie sits in the other chair, the lead boduguard dude is like surprised Pikachu face, Huo Xiuxiu is shocked, and Xie Yuchen is like, hmmm, interesting

- And Granny just closes her eyes with a brief sigh 

- For she has triggered stubborn little shit Wu Xie 

- And I think she knows it 

- She's like, enough of this shit, and Pangzi is like, nope, my turn to stir it up

- Some subtle threats, a brief scuffle, and now what are you up to, Pangzi? 

- Oh, they settled down a bit once he left, being the troublemaker. Or at least the over troublemaker 

- And now Xie Yuchen playing a bit of a peacemaker 

- Hmm, I wonder who the 'friend' in question is?

- Just stay sitting in the seat until half past four 

- Simple tasks like that are never simple 

- So now I'm super curious what's going to happen between now and 4:30 

- Wu Xie is suspicious. Because he's smart like that. 

- Oh, another fishy with sneks!

- And god, the auctioneer lady's wig is AWFUL 

- Oooh, there's something important or weird about the left side seats in the upper floors. 

- Let's see what happens here 

- lol, the attendant's face when she came in and saw Wu Xie sitting in that chair

- There is apparently Some History with these chairs 

- Xiaogeeeeee   

 - God, Chengcheng, food, and money. Can't she just like shut up about it for once? 

- I feel like I'm missing something with this lantern here. I don't get why everyone is staring at it.

- Or why everyone is applauding once it's put up 

- Yes, Xiaoge is definitely dressed like a staff member. And staring up where Wu Xie is.

- Pangzi's back, and evidently now knows about the seat 

- Oh, so apparently the lantern is tied to Wu Xie sitting in the seat 

- It's creating quite a stir 

- Oh, Wu Xie now seems to realise what this is, I think?

- Huh, I thought it was just me thinking that using bells for bidding was odd, but no, Pangzi has confirmed that the auctioneer girl is pretty good to be able to tell which bell is which 

- Her hearing used as a detection tool. Why am I now thinking of Liu Sang?

- Oh shit. That's what that means. 

- And that's why Granny is so fucking smug about it. 

- Ouch. 

- It's okay, it's the last episode, so I'm sure it'll turn out fine. 

- WOW her hearing is good to pick that up 

- God damn it Pangzi 

- Why do you always have to start shit like this?

- I think Xiaoge realises his Wu Xie is about to be in trouble

- I like these little hints we're seeing of early Xiao Sanye

- Lol, Pangzi pulls out a hidden baton, all the grey suits pull out batons, and he looks so shocked that he's not the only one with one 

 - Go, Pangzi, go! 

- Oh, ouch 

- Ahahah, thank you, Wu Xie. This is the Wu Xie I like to see. 

- Oh, kicking a girl like that, tsk tsk

- Them trying to drag Wu Xie out his chair, and him clinging on for dear life 

 - He's so stubborn. I love him. 

- Granny casually drinking tea while there's this huge fight going on around her 

- Xiaoge keeping an eye on things

- OH YOU CHEATING BITCH 

- Pangzi to the rescue, keeping the chair propped up! 

- But like 

- FUCK YOU YOU CHEATING BITCH 

- YES TIME UP HE WON YOU LOST 

- And now Wu Xie enters the fray 

- Hahaha, good girl, Chengcheng. Like, I still don't like or trust you, but sometimes you do good.

- Granny was NOT expecting the silly little girl to take out her guy like that 

- I like Yuchen's reactions here. Everyone else seems either surprised, or angry, or smug, and he's just like "...this is interesting." 

- I know Xiaoge's gonna turn up any second now, and I can't wait

- But for now, I'm enjoying Pangzi being a badass, kicking people down stairs 

- Yuchen to the rescue! Nice 

- And Wu Xie thinks he looks familiar, so now I'm wondering where they know each other from

- XIAOGE! YES! Just casually walking out from the side with his hands in his pockets. Shit is about to get real

- Xiaoge Rescue Count is now 10 for Wu Xie, 15 for the protagonists, 16 for everyone

- It seems Granny has sent her guys after them 

- Wu Xie's expression is like "you have to be fucking kidding me" 

- Pangzi is like, yes, time for a fight! 

- I can't entirely blame her, because Wu Xie is still baby and has not yet developed the reputation that he'll have later on

- But I certainly see where his reputation is starting 

- This ep is confirming that Pangzi is a much better character outside the Lu tomb. It's as if Pangzi in the tomb was a doppelganger with a different personality that's similar enough to fool people into thinking it's real

- Pangzi beating up Granny's guys while Wu Xie and High Shao...just stand and watch? 

- Oh, now they're finally trying to run 

- Pangzi continuing to single-handedly keep the Huo guys at bay 

- A narrow alleyway seems like a bad place to run into, guys

- Grey suited guys have obviously never learned that you should never split the party 

- No, I'm not sure you're safe just yet, guys. Maybe hide a bit longer. 

- Your shoes aren't exactly quiet, since they're dress shoes 

- Wu Xie still proving that he's the smart one

- Chengcheng, they already know who you are. Forget the dumb phone. 

- Unless you have some ~~secrets~~ on there. Like who you really work for? 

- Wu Xie, baby, no, don't do that - You're too nice sometimes 

- You're a good boy, too, High Shao

- AND THERE WE GO 

- I KNEW SHE COULDN'T BE TRUSTED 

- I'm wondering why it took her so long to make her move 

- Wu Xie Swoon Count: 6

- Wu Xie, you still don't get it, do you?

- Chengcheng, why are you surprised at his naivete? You've been pretending to be his friend for how long now? Haven't you realised yet that that's just who he is? 

- I'm impressed Wu Xie managed to stand up with his ankles tied like that

- She's not wrong, they were all fucking idiots when it came to just trusting her like that 

- No, Wu Xie, she's not your friend 

- I'm confused. If she wanted the fishy, why didn't she just take it once she knew Wu Xie had it? Or did she know there were 2 & she wants both of them?

- I'm pretty sure he didn't give his away anywhere, and he told Granny he had it, so his can't be the one at the auction. 

- Wu Xie, Wu Xie, Wu Xie. She doesn't care. It's sweet that you're trying, and you wouldn't be Wu Xie if you didn't, but it's not going to work.

- No, sweetie, A-Ning is so much better than you are. She's at least honest about who she is, and has some kind of ethics. 

- Oooh, who's come with a motorbike. I can think of three possibilities. Now we'll see which one it is. 

- Oh, and it was one I didn't think of

- I'll give her credit for being a good actress, though. Or, at least, she's good at pretending to be a silly, flighty girl. I'm not sure if she knows how to put on a different act than that.

- How did she miss that she dragged them next to a broken bottle? Like, even being in a hurry I feel that that's something she should have noticed. It's not like it's hidden, it's just right there under the window where she put them.

- Oh, she's a pretty good fighter, too. 

- Zipties? Oh, honey. Wu Xie, you need to learn how to break zipties without needing something sharp to cut them. 

- I'm sure Ershu can have Heiye teach you, if Xiaoge doesn't teach you first 

- A pink car. OMG. That is such a cliche.

- And hey, it's Huo Xiuxiu. For a sec I thought it was going to be Chengcheng, and if it was, I was gonna be so mad that she'd somehow got a custom pink car just waiting for her in Beijing 

- But I can accept Huo Xiuxiu having a pink car

- And they're back home already? Just like that, with no other explanations? 

- Yes, Sanshu, you were rather careless 

- Hang on, how did they know the guy's name was Qiu Dekao? I mean, I get that Sanshu might have, but why was the name familiar to the boys?

- Poor Sanshu, so cut up about Wenjin's niece turning out to be a fake 

- And now, mysterious photograph of mystery that High Shao has found online 

- Aaah, 20 year old photo of Sanshu and Xiaoge (and others) 

- I know what's coming up next, then!

- Well, not in the like 5 mins left of the season 

- But maybe in season 2 

- Why are they now talking about some box that hasn't been mentioned at all so far? 

- Sanshu's at-home outfit is pretty smart, though. That subtly patterned white shirt with black slacks and black vest

- It seems a lot of convenient fires conveniently burn important documents in DMBJ shows 

- Yes, Sanshu, how can they look so alike 

- I wonder what it is that you've just realised, that's so important you just abruptly threw Wu Xie & High Shao out and locked the door behind them

- Did they send the photo to Pangzi as well? Since he began talking about Xiaoge being a mummy as soon as they called him 

- Ah, there are two fishys. I didn't miss something there. 

- Hm. Messy shoes in the entryway. That's not a good sign. 

- Ofc Sanshu has gone & run off on them

- Probably doesn't want to drag them into a mess again 

- After how the last one went 

- And especially with that gang after the same kind of stuff 

- It's okay, Wu Xie, Xiaoge might have left without saying goodbye but he was still watching out for you when it mattered

And with that little narrated epilogue, both episode 10 and season 1 come to an end! 

Season 1 Xiaoge Rescue Count was 10 for Wu Xie, 15 for the protagonists, 16 for everyone 

Season 1 Wu Xie Swoon Count was 6 

#alicia watches dmbj #dmbj #daomu biji #xiaoge rescue count #wu xie swoon count #wu xie #xiaoge #zhang qiling #wang pangzi #iron triangle

[paladin-andric]

Heatwave

Hey folks. Thought I’d hammer out a story for everyone real quick, what with the lack of activity and all. This is yet another short set in the modern setting of the world of Deaco, about two pals trying to cope with the worst summer has to offer. This one’s got some Mood Music! Not the mood of the setting per se, but rather the music coming from the TV as the two play the game.

This was definitely not inspired by any personal events, and the video game described is absolutely NOT just a ripoff of Earth Defense Force. Short below the cut.

This is also a bit of an exercise to get back into writing from scratch. I haven’t done much more than edit and rewrite recently.

“For the love of God…”

Michael wiped another sheen of sweat from his forehead, moving it onto his plain white t-shirt, which was already soaked. The young man was sitting in a bedroom, on the floor in front of a large TV. His hair was mopped with sweat, and his eyes were narrowed as he focused on the TV.

The clicking of buttons became louder as he desperately tried to keep up with the challenge in the game. On the screen of the television, two human soldiers with assault rifles and rocket launchers were running through a city, fighting off hordes of dragons and kobolds. Gunfire, explosions and screaming filled the otherwise quiet room.

Beside Michael, a koutu lay in his bed, eyes glazed over. The bird was patterned after a kestrel, with plumage of varying shades of orange, white, black and brown. This was Yawel. Although he looked half-dead, he too was holding a controller, being the other player of this split-screen game of Deacan Defense Force.

There was a third player, but they were found online. The pair were the only ones in the room at the moment. The online player had been cut off and surrounded by a giant horde and was losing health quickly.

“Help me!”

One of the shoutouts available to players, the stranger looked to be near death as his character cried out for aid.

“I’m on my way!”

Michael picked the option from the list of shoutouts and began sprinting through crowds of kobolds, only stopping to turn and fire a few rockets on the way to thin out the hordes.

Yawel groaned audibly, slumped over on his back and lying sideways on his bed. He still looked like he was in a stupor, and Michael could hardly blame him.

The heatwave that had torn through the continent had been especially brutal in the hottest months of summer, and now temperatures were well over a hundred degrees. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, as the friends had an air conditioner in their bedroom.

Of course, that’s why it just had to break.

The pair had been such good friends throughout their school years that once they graduated, they decided to move out and become roommates. Logic stated that as long as they both had jobs and shared accommodations, they’d save money.

They did of course, but finding work had been pretty tough as of late. Both of them were only able to land jobs as grocers for the time being, so there wasn’t much left over they could afford to waste. That was why they had to share only one air conditioner, and why it was left in the bedroom so that they could keep cool while they played video games.

Now, without that AC, the temperature in the normally comfortable bedroom was bordering on unsafe.

“How about you save ME?” Yawel muttered, barely able to keep playing.

“Huh? You’re good,” Michael responded plainly, continuing to run towards the other player, fighting his way to where the stranger was making their last stand.

“Good?! You call this GOOD?!” the koutu squawked, “I feel like a turkey in the oven!”

A plume of fire swept across the map as one of the dragons attacked the other player. His character let out a wail as he collapsed, last of his health gone.

“Oh, I thought you meant...nevermind. Just hang on, I gotta revive this guy.”

“Aaah, God...how does Rangal live like this?! Shaggy bastard would die!”

A wolfman the pair knew. The three of them were good friends. He lived on the bare essentials. His house lacked many luxuries...including air and heating.

“I actually texted him. He’s in the tub with cold water. That’s how he manages the summers apparently.”

Yawel shook his head. “Nutty. Dunno why he doesn’t just spring for an AC.”

A ping from the game let everyone know Michael had successfully revived the other player. His character was a sallik, one of the lizardmen from the desert land of the far south.

Bet he’s doing just fine in this heat, Michael thought jealously.

Of course he could have just picked a sallik, but Michael tended to assume people picked their actual race when they created characters in these kind of games.

The fact that Yawel played as a human threw that theory for a bit of a loop. He’d always secretly wondered why that was, but ended up deciding he probably liked the stat bonuses better or something. 

“I owe you!” the other player shouted, now back on their feet. Michael smirked and opened the quick chat again.

“No man left behind!”

The ingame radio blared to live with a burst of static.

“Where are the fighters?!” a commander shouted in frustration, “They’re getting chewed up out there!”

“The air force has been intercepted by dragons,” an officer explained, “We’re trying to slip a force through, but it’s gonna take some time.”

“God, damn it!” the commander cried, “Thunder Team! The jets are tied down dogfighting the dragons. You have to hold on a little longer! Stay strong!”

“Are you kidding?!” Yawel croaked, “It’s really not over?!”

Neither of them had gotten this far yet. This mission was so difficult that they’d abandoned their initial goal of beating it together and set up an online lobby to get more players.

Between the blistering heat and knowledge that this length mission still had time to go, Michael felt some resolve sapped from him. “Oh God...this really sucks…”

All the while, the trio were blasting and shooting their way through more hordes of dragons, desperately diving and running behind a new building when the last one got destroyed.

“Where the hell’s Ginit?” Yawel asked, “I’m dying…”

“Should be here really soon,” the human answered.

Ginit was a pseudodragon local to town. She, like most pseudodragons, loved to go around helping out where she could. When the air conditioner broke and the temperature inside quickly leaped into the hundreds, Michael texted a friend of hers and told them his plight.

He thought with her knowing all kinds of magic that there was something she could do. The friend only vaguely answered back that Ginit could help and she’d come over right after she was done delivering a package for someone.

Pseudodragons were natural couriers, with their instinctive spark of joy, desire to help, and ability of flight. Ginit was no different.

“Hopefully she’s done soon,” Michael said with a sigh. The heat was so bad he could swear he saw the air waving in front of the TV slightly.

“Ugghhh...save us…” the koutu grumbled.

Michael wiped another bunch of sweat from his face, some of it sticking to the controller. He made a mental note to wipe the thing down later.

The entire area seemed to radiate heat, and they didn’t have any substitutes for the air conditioner.

“Next paycheck,” the human offered, “We gotta get a fan.”

“Faaaaan? You think a faaaaaan can help with this?”

“Better than nothing.”

“Whatever. I hate this. Once this mission’s over I’m done.”

Michael frowned. “Come on man, I wanna beat the story.” “Naaaaaaw. I’m followin’ ol’ furbutt’s lead and napping in the baaaaaaath.”

The human felt a pang of pity. Poor Yawel sounded delirious, slurring his words with his eyes half closed. The heat must have been even worse with feathers or fur...maybe he was lucky after all…

“Alright man, you do you. Just hang tough for this level, alright?”

“Alright.”

The muted reply made Michael feel even worse. Yawel sounded...defeated. Like he was just doing this because he wanted to help his friend.

“We’re nearly there. I bet this is the last wave.”

The soldiers, two human and one lizard, gathered up and began shooting at the massive swarm of dragons in the sky. As the behemoths flew at them, dozens and dozens of kobolds rushed through the city streets right at them.

In the game, there were so many hordes. Shots and fire were sent the defenders’ way as the sheer volume of creatures overwhelmed them. There were so many the game could barely keep up, dropping frames every second.

“No way. They don’t really expect us to do this, right?!” Michael complained as he lost half his health in a few moments.

Yawel’s soldier fell over dead, hit by dozens of shots from several different angles. He dropped the controller on the bed and sighed.

“It’s impossible.”

“We’re so close...we can’t lose now…”

Just as the human mumbled that, there was a sudden roar overhead. A group of stealth bombers flew by, dropping countless explosive warheads right into the center of the crowded horde of enemies.

Inspiring music began to swell as a massive portion of the enemy army was wiped out immediately. Another soldier came onto the radio.

“Hey there, Thunder Team! Thought we’d drop by and give you a hand.”

“This is Valor Two, entering mission area. We’ll cover you!” another voice called out. As jet fighters began to do strafing runs against the enemies, a fresh squad of AI soldiers moved into the map to reinforce the players.

As all of this was happening, the pair heard a knocking sound behind them. Michael shot up, eyes moving to curtains at the back of the room.

“O-oh, shit, hang on…”

Michael quickly revived Yawel before leaping up and running to the curtains, drawing them away and revealing a massive pair of windows.

Such oversized windows wouldn’t be considered proper for their humble home, especially for their bedroom of all places...but there was a really good reason why they were this way.

So the pseudodragon behind them could get through.

Ginit leaned against the window, the copper-scaled dragon’s snout pressed against the glass as she grinned at the human.

He threw the windows open without a moment's hesitation, returning a grin of his own.

“Michael! Yawel!”

“Ginit!” the human exclaimed, “You’re here!”

“Yes I am!” she beamed, “May I?”

“Please, please, come in!”

The human moved back to his position in front of the TV, sitting down and returning to the game. He didn’t want to be rude to the other player by abandoning them, after all.

“I heard you have AC troubles,” she teased in a sing-song voice. The pseudodragon hopped into the room and jumped onto a plush chair, laying down with her tail hanging over the edge and coming down to the floor.

“Please,” Yawel muttered, “Help us…”

“You can do something about this, right?” Michael asked with a hint of desperation.

“I sure can! Tell me, how long until this issue is resolved?”

“The repairman can’t come until tomorrow,” Michael admitted, “It’s gonna be hell.”

“Not anymore! Check this out…”

Ginit willed out the magic flowing through her, until it filled the room. In a flash, something in the air changed. At first, Michael couldn’t tell what it was, until he noticed something peculiar.

“...it’s getting cooler.”

The temperature kept dropping, and dropping, until it felt downright cold, like the AC was on full blast.

“A-ah, God. It’s so cool…”

Yawel seemed to spring back to life, eyes shooting wide open as he took a deep breath.

“I-it’s amazing! Ginit, what are you doing?!”

“Just a little spell that lets me control the temperature around me!” the pseudodragon said with a big smile, “Now it’s like you don’t even need the air conditioner!”

A loud explosion signaled the death of the last dragon, the city in the game now completely free of enemies. The players all spammed chat commands as the mission complete screen popped up.

“DDF! DDF!”

“We did it!”

“Great work!”

All the soldiers cheered and celebrated as the harrowing mission at last came to a close. Now Michael and Yawin could finally continue with the campaign.

The game was over, and the trio sitting in the room basked in the coolness of the air. Michael said goodbye to the other player and turned the game off. He closed the windows and sat back down.

For the next hour or so, they could just relax. Get all that sweat and heat off and gone while they recovered from the heatwave.

Yawel looked over at Ginit. “Hey...how long can you stay?”

“You said the repairman will come tomorrow, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Well then...I’ll stay the night! Until it’s all fixed up!”

“W-what?!”

“Yeah! It’s been too long since we’ve met, anyway! I’ve been looking forward to spending some time with my friends!”

Michael smiled. “Ah, hell. You’re a lifesaver, Ginit.”

“Don’t mention it!”

For the rest of the day, and into the night, the blistering heatwave was but a faint memory. The trio talked, ate and laughed, swapping tall tales and playing guessing games together.

For a moment, all the troubles of the world ceased. There was only home, comfort, and the unbroken bonds of friendship forged to last a lifetime.

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[thegodskeeper]

Roll Initiative and Draw Your Cards

This post began life as a Patreon exclusive post! To see posts like this at least thirty days before the rest of the world, please consider supporting me on Patreon! 🎲🏹🤺💔🧩

Roll initiative! As some of you may know, when I’m not looking at my runes and figuring out my life, I like to play a couple of roleplay games. I have a weekly Pathfinder game, and in fact one of my main characters is also a diviner. And a storyteller. Perhaps they’re looking over my shoulder while I make this post… They say to write what you know, so I guess that applies to roleplaying too; which is where this little idea sprung up from! Ever have trouble thinking up what character you want to play for a new campaign? Then perhaps this six-card “spread” can help you learn a little more about your deck and build a character at the same time. Let the cards be your GM!

Since this is an entirely new idea (to me) I actually took this concept to a couple of people on the Diviner’s Anonymous server and asked them to help me test run it and give me their thoughts! Big thanks to beamagical​, centerpointwitch​ and the-odd-aardvadillo​, especially for unraveling some of the kinks in the first draft. In this tutorial, we will be creating three characters - one for each of my beta-diviners - and explaining how they built the characters that they did.

Fun bonus fact: some aspects of how you signify “you” in this method are a little sneak-peek at the Wandering Oracle system that I am hoping to debut on mu Patreon.

What you need:

A tarot deck - physical is best. If you happen to have to use an online deck or an app, then you’re going to need a piece of paper or some other way to keep track of all cards already drawn.

A character concept (optional) - we don’t want the key details, that’s what this system is for, but if you happen to have a real inkling to play a Chaotic Evil half-elf called Daisy Dukes, roll with it!

A roleplay system - I had Pathfinder in mind when writing this up, but it should be adaptable to Dungeons and Dragons, Dark Heresy, Changelings… it’s designed to be open-ended. If you’re going entirely from scratch, I would heavily recommend looking up the d20PFSRD.

Start by shuffling your deck and drawing cards until you find a face card (ie. any of the suit cards beginning with Page, Knight, Queen or King). That is your character’s class.

Analyze the key traits of the card, and decide what role would suit someone with that sort of personality, or those kinds of personal skills.

Keep drawing cards until you find a Major Arcana card (ie. the ones without suits, such as Temperance and The Lovers). This is what motivates your character in their chosen class.

Note: Whether or not you choose to use reversals in your character is entirely up to you. Some may have an obvious meaning, while others may seem irrelevant. Trust your gut, or honestly, go with whichever sounds more exciting for you to play!

Example 1: Cas drew ‘The Page of Cups’ and ‘The Heirophant’, and settled on “an idealistic Bard who aims to learn every heroic epic they can”.

Example 2: Bea drew ‘The King of Wands’ and ‘The Magician’, and decided that their “character is  a Paladin, and their motivation is personal power”.

Example 3: Alene (also) drew ‘The Daughter/Page of Cups’ and ‘The Emperor’, and thought of “a Rogue from a noble house who ran away from home to be in control of their own life”.

Next, draw another three cards; any cards. These are the cards that tell you about different parts of your character’s backstory. At this point, hold on to any jumpers - they may be extra information you might not otherwise have thought about, perhaps a plot hook to save until a special moment in the game.

Family and Childhood

Career and Evolution

Beliefs and Influences

You can analyze these cards the same way you did your class, as well as considering what they might mean in the context of what we learned in the first two cards. What are the key traits of the card? What might this mean for your character, knowing your class and goals? Think of it like a three-card tarot spread, and build your backstory based on how each card relates to the next.

Example 1: Cas drew ‘The Knight of Swords’, ‘Temperance’ and ‘The Two of Pentacles’. In their words, “basically [my bard] studied anything they could as a youth, and their studies of heroic songs showed them how few and far between heroes really are. So they became a paladin, a knight of goodness to help any they can.”

Example 2: Bea drew ‘The Eight of Pentacles’, ‘The Hermit’ and ‘The Five of Wands’. In their words, “my character came from a family of craftspeople. They made shoes, but my character really didn't like the social aspect of being a salesperson, so they wandered off. While they were out wandering, they realized that the world is not a safe place and that they needed to learn to protect themselves, so they learned how to fight and became a warrior.”

Example 3: Alene drew ‘The Father/King of Wands’, ‘The Two of Wands’ and ‘The Three of Wands’. In their words, “my rogue decided on their path after leaving their Noble background and their father behind. They were joined by two loyal companions and are boldly going in their new direction but probably still have some internal conflict to resolve due to their upbringing and relationship with their father.”

Finally, draw cards from your remaining deck until you find a Minor Arcana card (anything with Wands, Cups, Pentacles or Swords in the name). This final card helps determine your character’s reasons for joining up with an adventuring party.

Yet again, it’s time to analyze your card. What key traits do you have? Did your character have ties to members of the party beforehand, or are they a true newcomer? Are they simply traveling with people for security? Did they even want to be in a group? Do they have a score to settle?

If your GM has given you a little bit of story to work with already, then you can align your results from this step with the overall plot, as well. Who says the GM needs to know everything...

Example 1: Cas drew ‘The Six of Pentacles’, and is thinking their character met the party ‘on order of their god… to join a group’.

Example 2: Bea drew ‘The Nine of Swords’, and tragically their “character was about to jump off a bridge, and someone saved them”.

Example 3: Alene drew ‘The Son/Knight of Wands’, so their character ‘charmed their way in’.

Bonus Rounds!

Still want to add some spice to your mix? Keep on piling on those cards:

Does your character have a secret? Draw a Major Arcana card from the remaining cards, but keep it hidden from the rest of your party. Analyze the key traits of this card, and how they relate to the “main spread”. Perhaps you have a secret alignment (oooh) or you used to work for the bad guy (aaah).

Is there an important NPC(s) in your character’s life? Draw face cards from the remaining cards - as many as you want there to be characters - to learn a little about their personalities and roles. If you can’t find any left, then maybe your character has no ties (oh no!).

Not settled on an alignment, yet? Draw another card, any card, and see what it says. All together now… “time to analyze the key traits”.

So, what building blocks do you have to create your character? Has this method been helpful, or has it left you even more confused than before? If you don’t think you have enough to work on to build a detailed personality or backstory, why not do a reading for your new character! A good ol’ Past / Present / Future reading may give you some more hints.

If you think you have enough to work with without that, then now it’s time to go hogwild! Name your character, figure out their age, figure out their race (if you haven’t done all this already). And then take that character out into the wide world over yonder and throw some monsters at them. Happy adventuring.

#tarot #roleplay #lee talks

[moonraccoon-exe]

Aaaw, I loved that dog and kitty gif. :3 So cute. And nice to hear that you had a good birthday. As for your question why I haven’t been online. I was sick and had bad headaches. I couldn’t look at my phone screen or PC, too bright and it didn’t make it better. I‘m feeling better now though. :) My mom visited and what’s better than a mother’s care? I‘m not completely back on my feet again but I am getting there. No need to worry but thank you so much for caring about me. *hugs* -Peridot

DOGGO AND KITTY GIFS AND PHOTOS ARE ALWAYS FANTASTIC AREN’T THEY ALSKDJDALKGJDAKLGJDALKGJA 

Ooooh, I see!! Zomg, nooooo, Peridooooot!! I’m so sorry to hear that you were sick. I can’t imagine how awful you had to be feeling to not be able to even look at the phone aaah D: Oh noes, I’m sorry you had to go through such an awful time lajsdladkjad ;n;

What matters is that you’re feeling better now, as you said. I’m so, so, so happy and so relieved and so glad that that’s the case!! I’m also glad that you decided to put the phone away when you were feeling bad. The social medias and stuff can get pretty obsessing, so I’m glad that you decided to look after your health fist, as it must be. Thank you for that, Peridot

And yush about mommy’s care!!! (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b Ain’t nothing better than mommy being there to pat your head and say YOU AIN’T EVEN THAT SICK GET UP NOW YOU BALL OF FLUFF ( ˙꒳​˙ ) Hahaha, nah, just kidding, I’m real when I say that mommy taking care of one is always a delight and a gift. We’re privileged to get to hang with mommy when we’re sick, and her presence alone can do wonders to the health. And if not the health, it sure is a boost to stay motivated, ain’t it? :D

I’m happy that you get along with your mommy and that she visited. It feels so warm and cozy and home-like, as many of the asks you always send me. Ajkalsjfdalkgjadg, it’s such a pretty sensation, Peridot, buddy, I’m glad :3

If you still need to put the phone or anything away while you fully recover, go ahead! As you know, this maccoonie ain’t going anywhere. You go do what’s best for you, and you take your time and rest as you need to be back up on your feet. As you know, I’m gonna be here RADIATING AND SENDING the most magical, healthiest, and best maccoonie raccoonie magical vibes to help you heal fast and good!!

GO, SICKNESS! GO! WE NO NEED U AND WE NO WANT U. SHOO, LEAVE MAH BUDDY ALONE, OR I ATTACK WITH ‘EM VIBES HERE THEY COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME

(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ *: ･ﾟ *: ･ﾟ  YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH!!!!

*SNUGGLES*

Take care, Peridot! Sending you happy vibes so you get well soon, and hoping you’re, despite it all, having a FANTASTIC evening!! ( ˙꒳​˙ )

[luke-skywalker-is-trans]

For the trans ask game, can I cheat and just say all of them.. because I am a very curious person and I want to know it all (or just the ones you feel like doing!)

Aaah yay thank you!!! I really loved this ask memeHow did you choose your name?So I had been using a different name for like a year when I first came out and I just wasn’t feelin it y’know??? Jason is close to my dead name so I knew my parent would appreciate that cause they love my dead name a lot. But also (and this is dumb forgive me) Jason Todd and Jason Grace were characters that I loved and identified with and I just sorta felt drawn to the name :)What gives you the most dysphoria? (Acknowledging that not all trans people experience dysphoria)Uuuuugh 100% how short I am 🙄 I hate it so muchDo you have more physical dysphoria or more social dysphoria? Physical :P I’m short with a phat ass and thicc thighs and it’s a messWhat do you do to perform self-care when you're feeling dysphoric?This is probably more aggressive than typical self care but I force myself I stare at myself in a mirror and find every masculine thing about myself and focus on thatWhat was the first time you suspected you were transgender?I was around 7 I think and I was at the lake with my parents and a bunch of their friends. So my mom and all the wives were at the front of the boat and my dad and all the husbands were off the back of the boat! For some reason I identified a lot more with the men of the group and I have this weirdly clear memory of being really jealous of their armpit hairWhen did you realize you were transgender?I didn’t have a word for it but there was an episode of House where a little “girl” came in because of abdominal pain or something and they found out the kid was intersex and gave them the choice to live as a boy because of their genitals being more “male” or whatever and they did it! And I remember watching that as a kid and hoping that I would wake up one day and have a penis or a doctor would one day be like oh whoops! We messed up! You’ve been male this whole time! I was probably like 8 or 9 when that happenedWhat is your favorite part of being transgender?Belonging to a community where we are all united by this similar experience :) it’s like a familyHow would you explain your gender identity to others?I’m a guy like 100% How did you come out? If you didn't come out, why do you stay in the closet? Or what happened when you were outed?I slowly came out over a few years. I sat my mom down and told her and we cried and it was a mess, I sent my dad and step mom a 80+ slide PowerPoint, I sent emails to certain people! Fortunately I’ve never been outedWhat have your experiences with packing or wearing breast forms been?I ordered a packer a few years ago and it was so bulky and awkward and I just looked like I had a huge boner so I never worse it again 😂What are your experiences with binding or tucking?I’ve been binding since high school and my ribs are a little warped because of it :P luckily my chest is already pretty small (like a cup small) so I’ve gotten away with not binding in public if I just wear a big hoodie or shirt. Do you pass?About 99% of the time I do! But every once in a while I get called ma’am and I wanna dieWhat (if any) steps do you want to take to medically transition?I want top surgery so bad I wanna screamHow long have you been out?For about 8 years :)What labels have you used before you've settled on your current set?Ugh all of them basically! Lesbian, gay, pan, ace, bi. I’m the entire acronym lolHave you ever experienced transphobia?God yes 🙄 I had a boss at a job in college who would dead name me constantly and when I’d correct him he said if I wanted to “play make believe” I could do it on my own timeWhat do you do when you have to go to the bathroom in public?I’ve been exclusively using the men’s room for about 4 years nowHow does your family feel about your trans identity?Well I haven’t spoken to my mom in 3 or 4 years soooooooooBut my dad is cool with it!!Would you ever go stealth, and if you are stealth, why do you choose to be stealth?I don’t think I know what this meansWhat do you wish you could have shared with your younger self about being trans? I wish I could just tell my self what being trans is cause my biggest problem as a kid was that I just had no idea this existed Why do you use the pronouns you use?I use he/him because they’re traditionally masculine or male and they make me feel like a man :)Do your neurodivergencies affect your gender?Sometimes my anxiety is like lmao you’re faking for attention or whatever and I’m like ???? I’m literally not What's your biggest trans-related fear?Being killed first off. But on a less extreme level, I’m terrified of being with a person romantically and they just treat me like a girl or like I’m not a real boy and tbh this has already happened to me a couple times. I just don’t want it to happen againWhat medical, social, or personal steps have you already taken to start your transition?I’ve been on T for three years now, I’ve been going my Jason for about 6 years, I present as male 100% of the time and in all of my work and school stuff everyone calls me jason and uses he/himWhat do you wish cis people understood?That I was never a girl, I wasn’t “born a girl” and then became a boy. I was born a boy but because of my body people just assumed I was a girl but I wasn’t and never was and never will be. Also you don’t have to be bi or pan to be attracted to me. If you’re attracted to men you can be attracted to meWhat impact has being trans affected your life?I’ve lost most of my family and I’m low key terrified all the time about being hurt or rejected because of itWhat do you do to validate yourself?Same mirror thing lolHow do you feel about trans representation in media?Well most of it is hell problematic and we deserve so much better. As a trans actor it especially pisses me offWho is the transgender person who has influenced you the most?I read Chaz Bono’s book my freshman year of high school and it really helped me understand a lot of things when I was first coming outHow are you involved with the trans community, IRL or online?Not as much as I would like to be :(How do you see yourself identifying and presenting in 5 years? Hopefully by then I’ll have had top surgery! Still presenting and identifying the way I do nowWhat trans issue are you most passionate about?Free or affordable access to medical transition stuff like hormones and surgeries. Also as an actor trans representation in the mediaWhat advice would you give to other trans people, or what message would you like to share with them?No one is worth your comfort. If someone stops loving you because of your identity then they don’t love YOU they love their idea of youHow do you feel your gender interacts with your race, disability, class, weight, etc. from the perspective of intersectionality?I’m thin and white and I recognize my privilege with thatWhat, if any, is the difference between your gender identity and your gender expression?I love makeup and “feminine” fashion and shit like thatDo you feel more masculine, feminine, or neither?Masculine but I love fem things so 🤷🏻‍♂️What is your sexual and romantic orientation, and what are your thoughts on it?I’m bi with a leaning towards men! I dunno it’s kinda whateverIs your ideal partner also trans, or do you not have a preference? I’ve dated two trans people and one cis persona and I totally preferred dating trans people just because they understand feeling cis people just dontHow did/do you manage waiting to transition? God it was horrible. I found my diary from when I was like 17/18 and all it was was me talking about how if I don’t get to transition I’d dieWhat is the place (blog, website, forum, IRL space) you get most of your info on being trans or on trans related things? Tumblr probably, also Twitter. Do you interact with other trans people IRL?I have one whole trans friend that I actively talk to :’) but I really value her friendship so muchAre you involved in any trans-related activism?Currently no but when I move to New York I plan on being more involved!Free space! Answer any question you want, or make up your own question to answer.When I came out to my dad I slept for 9 hours and he said it was like I could finally breath relax and rest after holding everything in for so long

[firesong-writes69]

laura at thanksgiving with carmilla’s family

Firsts: Thanksgiving Tradition

Carmilla nervously fixed the bow tie on her suit. She then wrung her hands together, shifting awkwardly in her seat, and glanced shyly at her friend.

Laura looked beautiful tonight. She wore a red sweater with a green scarf and had her hair up in a nice braid. Carmilla admired the way Laura’s eyes sparkled with how excited she was. The tiny cupcake was filled to the brim with joy.

Carmilla wasn’t normally the type to settle down. Nor to interact with other humans. She kept to herself, spending hours in the university library, reading up on philosophers like Camus and Epicurus and Seneca. She met Laura during finals week, when the poor thing was frantic about her own philosophy final and was sprawled out on the floor, books and cocoa in front of her, hair a frazzled mess.

Perhaps it was that Laura was nearly in tears. Or that she had pulled half of her hair out. But Carmilla just couldn’t sit quietly in her comfy chair and let her suffer. She wanted to help. So, pushing down the anxiety that bubbled in her chest, she curiously quips, “Y'know cupcake, you’re not going to learn any of that material with your head pressed into the textbook like that.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try.” Laura mumbles.

And from then on, their friendship blossomed. It was strange for Carmilla. Typically she didn’t make friends this well, but there was something… different about Laura.

And through Laura, she met her annoying group of ginger nerd friends. She enjoyed the company of some, Lafontaine and Perry. Others, like Kirsch or Danny, not so much. Mel was slowly growing on her; Carmilla found it funny how the no nonsense, grouchy one of the group turns to mush whenever she interacts with her girlfriend Charolette, Silas University’s personal historian. Those two are so in love it makes Carmilla gag.

“Carm?” The young woman blinked back into existence after hearing her soft voice, and discreetly hid her shaking hands beneath her legs. “Hey. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. Totally fine.”

Laura gave her a gentle smile, “Because you have literally been quiet this entire car ride and I just recited the whole script of the Bee Movie.”

Carmilla blinked, “Wait, what the fuck?”

Her friend laughed, “Just keeping you on your toes, silly. I had the radio on.”

“Christ, why am I friends with you.”

“I gave you a freshly baked batch of cookies in return for helping me ace that philosophy final,” Laura grins, and Carmilla’s stomach flips, “admit it. You only love me for the cookies and sweets.”

Carmilla grew quiet at that, blushing.

Laura cleared her throat, shaking her head to clear the awkwardness. “Anyway, thanks for letting me spend thanksgiving with you. It’s… a long way from Canada and this’ll be my first holiday season spending it without my dad. He argued with me that sending me back for a weekend trip wouldn’t be worth the money.” She smiles, “That was sweet of you, Carm.”

Carmilla smiles back, “You’re the first friend I made at Silas. I couldn’t leave you hanging.”

“Well, what do yah know. Scrooge Mcvampire really DOES have a heart.” Laura laughs, gently pinching Carm’s cheek. Sparks coursed through her entire being. She wondered if Laura felt them too. “Now. Fess up. Why are you nervous?”

Carmilla’s mouth gaped open. Damn. Laura was good. They’ve only known each other for a month, and yet, Laura could read her better than any of her siblings.

“I’m nervous about my family,” Carmilla admitted, shaking her head, “They’re a bit… um….”

Suddenly the door to Carmilla’s home burst open, causing the young woman to flinch.

“MAMA! KITTY’S HERE!”

“…dramatic.”

Laura blinks.

“It’s BEEN THREE THOUSAND YEARS, KITTY!” A young boy bellowed, running down the stairs. He looked like a miniature version of Carm, and wore an adorable super man onesie and glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Carmilla breathed out a chuckle and opened the car door, letting herself out and engulfing the young boy into a hug.

Laura’s heart melted.

“WILLIAM LUCE MORGAN, how many times do I have to tell you, DO NOT RUN OUT OF THE HOUSE WITHOUT SHOES?! YOU’LL CATCH A COLD!” yelled a new voice, and the doorframe now revealed a glamorous-looking woman wearing a ball gown dress and diamond earrings.

Her expression changed when she saw Carmilla. “Little monster! You’re home!” She hurried over to greet them, “William, release your hold on her, give her a second to get out of the car.”

Carmilla laughs, and Laura smiles as William kept his grip on her leg while she hugs her sibling.

“Now. Are you going to be rude and not introduce me to your little friend who kindly drove you here? Or shall I go over there myself?”

“Mattie,” Carmilla grumbles.

William’s eyes brightened, “Carm’s gotta girlfriend!”

“She’s not my girlfriend, you brat!” The young woman exclaimed, hitting him across the head.

Laura giggles, loving the interaction between the three and boldly stepping over, bumping shoulders with Carm. She notices the shy smile her friend gives her and the blush forming on her cheeks.

She kindly extended her hand, “Thank you for your kind hospitality and inviting me into your home for the day. My name is Laura. Laura Hollis. I am a freshman at Silas university and currently studying journalism. Hoping a company can pick up my videos and blogs online so I can get my name out there. Admiringly… I haven’t had much luck with that one.” She scratched the back of her head, “When you’re a small town chick that’s officially flown the nest, realizing that you might not reach your goals right away really crushes the determination factor.”

Mattie smiles softly, ignoring Laura’s hand and going in for a hug, “You’ll get there someday, love. Don’t push yourself too hard. You never know when someone’s going to notice you.”

Laura felt warmth and comfort in her embrace, “At least someone else is encouraging.” She smiles shyly, eluding to the fact that her father doesn’t exactly agree with her career choice in life or find it practical. Carmilla squeezed her shoulder.

Mattie clapped her hands together, “Well. I don’t know about you three, but it’s cold as the North Pole out here and there’s a turkey waiting for us. Who here’s ready to stuff our faces and ignore all the political catastrophes going on in our government right now? Honestly, the world would be such a better place if I became the president and not that nasty, wretched Vordenburg scum.”

Carmilla’s eyes widened, “Yes. Turkey. Excellent way to start with an old American tradition, Mattie. Please lead us the way to the kitchen.” The quicker she can divert political talk, the better. She then pressed her hands onto Mattie’s back and pushed her towards their door.

Laura chuckled at them. William smiled up at her, reaching out to put his tiny hand into hers. “Carmilla likes you.”

“Of course she does, she’s my friend.”

“I mean, liiiiiiiike liiiiiikes you. She never brings anyone home. So you two should probably be getting married soon.”

“M-married?!” Laura sputtered. Shit. Kids really have no sense of time. “William, how old do you think I am?”

“I dunno. Twenty four?”

“I’m nineteen, kiddo.”

William paused. “Do you love my sister?”

Laura blushed. “I-I… w-well…” she shrugged her shoulders, “Perhaps someday.”

That seemed to be a good enough answer for the boy. “Then you’ll tell her someday.” Laura sighs, heart growing three sizes in her chest. They smiled at each other for a moment, before William shuddered and started jumping up and down, “Aaah! Cold! Cold, cold, cold, cold!”

Laura laughs, gently ushering the boy inside his home. “C'mon, kiddo. I can smell the turkey from here and it’s calling my name. You can warm up inside.”

“LAST ONE THERE IS A ROTTEN EGG!” William rushed out, leaving Laura in the dust.

Hoo boy. This certainly was going to be an interesting dinner. Laura was excited. She couldn’t wait.

TO BE CONTINUED??

#Carmilla #thank you anon this was fun!!! #wanted to write this little one shot #I may continue it #who knows #aaaah sorry it's so bad tho #I want to burn it

[paranoid-rhythm]

Translation: Joker Game Drama CD A Parody Box Full of What-Ifs

Okay. 

So, here’s part two. The party animals. And.... I don’t know.

I don’t know anymore. If you’re going to read this, thank you. Join me in hell. Feel free to complain at me about this anytime, because I SWEAR TO GOD, JOKER GAME.

Warning: 3569 words of animal parody. Also, seriously, don’t repost anywhere. Thanks! 

Part 1 - 第1話「RPG Parody~ What If Sakuma-san Became A Hero~」 Part 3 - 第3話「Restaurant Parody~ What If Sakuma-san Is The Part-timers’ Leader~」

第2話「Zoo Parody~ What If Sakuma-san Became a Zookeeper~」

 Notes:

Gaonaga – Lion Kaminaga Tanugiri – Tanuki Odagiri Hatachu – Mouse Hatano Amawan – Dog Amari

Sakuma: It’s become such a troublesome matter…

Tazaki: Thanks for your hard work!

Sakuma: Yeah…

Tazaki: Hm? Is something the matter? You seem very tired.

Sakuma: Well, the truth is...

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Sakuma: G-going to be closed?!

Yuuki: That’s right.

Sakuma: Unbelievable! But why so sudden?!

Yuuki: You did know that there’s a new zoo that opened around the same area, right?

Sakuma: Y-yes. I believe it’s called “Kazato Zoo”…?

Yuuki: Those guys would stop at nothing, if it means they can draw customers to them, they’ll do anything. They are also receiving backing from the government, so unlike us, they are well funded. Most probably, they are targeting this zoo as well.

Sakuma: Can’t they cooperate with another zoo like them?!

Yuuki: There is no hope in thinking like that. This problem would most probably continue until one of us becomes bankrupt. In other words, this is a battle. You don’t want to be unemployed, do you?

Sakuma:  Well that’s--… true…

Yuuki: Then it’s time for you to think. Think of a way to improve our visitor count. The time limit is 1 week. Do you understand?

Sakuma: Y-yes!

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Sakuma: Is... what happened...

Tazaki: I see. It’s true though, recently, visitors are on the decline.

Sakuma: If this continues, then we would be forced to fire people… and not only that! If this place gets bankrupt, the animals would have nowhere to go!

Tazaki: Good ideas won’t come if you’re tense. Why don’t you relax a little while trying to think of ways to save the zoo?

Sakuma: Even if you say that…

Tazaki: For a change of pace, how about I do perform a magic trick?

*Pigeons flying out of nowhere*

Sakuma: Whoa! As usual, you can summon pigeons from anywhere! I’ve heard about it, it seems like you’ve become quite the celebrity, being called the “Pigeon Man”!

Tazaki: Ah, I was just trying to entertain some kids, so I used pigeons for a magic trick. Someone took a video of it and uploaded it on Twitter, so--…

Sakuma: Ah! That’s it!

Tazaki: Eh?

Sakuma: Let’s produce a show! And if we upload it online, maybe we can draw more people to visit!

Tazaki: Ah, that’s a good idea. But thinking about the time limit, would we be able to do it within one week?

Sakuma: Ah... that’s right… besides, not to mention, we haven’t done those kinds of thing here… I don’t think we have an animal for it too, and even if we started training now, we won’t make it in one week…

Tazaki: Hmm…

Sakuma: And here I thought it was a good idea... just making this plan come to life is impossible… this zoo might be done for after all…

Tazaki: Sakuma-san, I support your idea to produce a show, but I think our biggest problem right now is we don’t have the right animals for it.

Sakuma: Hm? That’s right…

Tazaki: But I might be able to do something about it.

Sakuma: What do you mean?

Tazaki: Did you really mean it, when you said that you wanted to save this zoo?

Sakuma: Of course I do!

Tazaki: If you can promise me that you won’t tell anyone about this, I have a good idea!

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Gaonaga: Aaah… roaring so many times every day is bothersome!!

Tanugiri: You can just, not roar, you know?

Gaonaga: What use is a lion that doesn’t roar? Then again, when I do roar, they’ll say that I’m scary and that hurts, you know!

Tanugiri: Is that so?

Gaonaga: Thinking about it, being a tanuki is better!

Tanugiri: That’s not the case. People always mistake me for a raccoon and then gets disappointed that I’m not washing anything. How unreasonable!

Gaonaga: Eh?! Are you for real?!

Tanugiri: Yeah… it’s been happening so many times now that I’m seriously considering to try and learn how to wash things.

Gaonaga: Even animals have unending troubles, huh…

Tanugiri: Yeah. But, compared to the place where I was before, I very much prefer to be in this zoo.

Gaonaga: Oh yeah, you were picked up by the park director when you were thrown out, right?

Tanugiri: Yeah, something like that. Though when I first got here, I thought that I wouldn’t like this place at all. But it’s not so bad after all.

Gaonaga: Same here. I’ve become to like this place a lot! I just wish to have a bit more freedom! Like, I want to be able to wander around the park grounds!

Tanugiri: A lion outside the cage and wandering around the park grounds would be a major incident!

Gaonaga: Fuuu! Those guys at the petting zoo has it good! They can even wander around even while at work!

Tanugiri: Oh right, that petting zoo was a new addition, right?

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Sakuma: An elixir that can make animals talk?!

Tazaki: That’s right.

Sakuma: Are you messing with me?! There’s no way such a thing exists!

Tazaki:  Well, being told this about it so suddenly, it’s understandable that you have doubts. Then why don’t we test it out?

Sakuma: Yeah…?

Tazaki: So now, I’m going to make this pigeon drink it.

Sakuma: Is that okay?!

Tazaki: Please watch closely.

*Tazaki gives some to the pigeon*

Sakuma: Did it drink…? I don’t see any changes though…

Tazaki: Why don’t you try saying something?

Pigeon: Coo coo! Hello!

Sakuma: T-the--… the pigeon talked?!

Tazaki: Didn’t I tell you? This is an elixir that can make animals talk.

Sakuma: But no way--…!! That’s right, that’s just ventriloquism, isn’t it?! You can’t fool me!

Tazaki: So you still won’t believe, if it’s just a pigeon huh? Then why don’t we try it on other animals? Right next door is the petting zoo, let’s try it over there.

Pigeon: Coo! Hurry up! Coo!

Sakuma: Am I dreaming right now?!

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Tazaki: We’ve started taking care of an unusual mouse recently, right? Why don’t we try it on him?

Sakuma: I have no qualms…

Tazaki: Then let’s put a few drops on his food…

Hatachu: Omnomnomnom--… huh? What’s this?

Sakuma: Haaah?! He really spoke?!

Hatachu: Huh?! Why am I speaking in human language?!?

Tazaki: Sorry for startling you. I put an elixir that can make animals speak the human language on your food. It doesn’t have any side effects, so don’t worry.

Hatachu: Heeeeh…

Sakuma: My head aches now… I think this should’ve been better off as a dream…

Tazaki: Do you believe it now?

Sakuma: Yeah… it’s hard to believe but, it seems like the effect of that elixir is real. But where in the world did you get that from?!

Tazaki: That would be, a secret~!

*Dog barking*

Sakuma: Oh!? What, you’ve gotten free again?! H-hey! Even if you jump at me like that, I wouldn’t understand what you wanted to say--… Oh right! Now’s the time to use that elixir! Tazaki! Give some to me!

Tazaki: Understood.

Amawan: …hm? Hm~ it’s so sweet and delicious~!

Sakuma: O-oi! Even if it’s sweet, it’s still medicine, so don’t lick too much! So it seems that it works on dogs as well…

Tazaki: Well, as long as it’s an animal, it would work.

Amawan: Huh? Sakuma-san~ have you learned how to speak in dog?

Sakuma: It’s the opposite! It’s you guys are now speaking in the human language.

Amawan: Eh?! Even Hatano?! That’s amazing!

Hatachu: As usual, what is that park director thinking?!

Sakuma: We just tried this elixir out. I’d appreciate it if you cooperated with us.

Hatachu: What do you mean?

Sakuma: Truth is, we wanted to produce a show with animals starring in it.

Amawan: That’s kinda sudden~

Sakuma: There’s a new zoo that opened nearby, and our zoo is in danger of being closed. In order to raise visitor count, we’re planning to produce a show with the animals. But the problem is, we don’t have much animals that we can use for the show. Even if we started to train them now, we won’t make it in one week.

Tazaki: Though it’s a bit on the illegal side, we thought to us the elixir that can make animals speak. With this, we can communicate with animals clearly and can produce a show, even without training.

Hatachu: It’s not even “a bit illegal”! It’s full scale illegal!

Sakuma: I know it sounds unfair, but we’re in a pinch! I would be grateful if you’ll cooperate with us!

Amawan: It seems interesting~! I’m in!

Hatano: A show with animals suddenly being able to speak, instead of being a point of interest, wouldn’t it just create problems?!

Sakuma: I’ve actually thought about that, animals speaking in the human language? I don’t think anyone would believe that! They would just see it as ventriloquism, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem! How about it? Wouldn’t you join us?

Hatachu: Well, it’s not like I have anything to do anyway…

Sakuma: Thank you!!

Tazaki: Two humans, one mouse, and one dog. I wonder what we can do…?

Amari: What about something like “Pom and Sherry” Tom and Jerry? I’ll chase you, so you run, Hatano!

Hatano: Is that even interesting?! Besides, isn’t that a cartoon about a mouse and a cat?!

Amari: Well, the cat is Miyoshi but… I doubt he’ll ever do it.

Hatano: Well, there’s that.

Sakuma: A dog chasing a mouse might be a little interesting, but it’s not exactly show material. We need something with more impact…

Amari: What about a dolphin show?

Sakuma: Hm?

Amari: A dolphin show! I can call dolphins by whistling~!

Sakuma: T-that’s amazing! But unfortunately, we don’t have dolphins in our zoo…

Tazaki: Also, it’s being done by other zoos too… Ah, then, what about a play?

Sakuma: A play?

Tazaki: Right now, we have a mouse and dog that can speak in the human language. We can communicate with them like normal humans, so as long as they can remember the script, then we might actually be able to make it!

Sakuma: You’re right! With that, it’s possible to make it within one week!

Amari: Heh~ a play? That sounds interesting, right, Hatano?

Hatano: And what’s the theme? It’s hard to think of a story with two animals and humans though.

Amari: If that’s so, then why don’t you two guys act in animal roles as well?

Tazaki: Four animals huh… then why don’t we do the story of the Town Musicians of Bremen?

(TN: A fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm, a story of the donkey, the dog, the cat and the rooster who dream of becoming musicians in Bremen.)

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Gaonaga: Have you heard? It seems like they’re producing a play.

Tanugiri: A play?

Gaonaga: The two zookeepers, Hatano the mouse, and Amari the dog.

Tanugiri: Why are they doing this?

Gaonaga: It’s just a rumor but, it seems like this zoo is in danger of being shut down. So in order to bring more visitors in, they’re producing a play. Isn’t that interesting~?

Tanugiri: Interesting or not, can animals and humans even act in a play?

Gaonaga: I don’t know but, I’m sure they’ll make it work somehow.

Tanugiri: Speaking of shows, isn’t a lion better suited for it?

Gaonaga: Huh? Me?

Tanuguri: Lions are the star of the circus right? Doing things like jumping through a ring of fire… ring of fire…

Gaonaga: They do things other than jump through fire, right?! Besides, I can’t do that and I don’t even want to do such a dangerous thing!

Tanugiri: Is that so?

Gaonaga: Everyone keeps thinking that all lions can jump through rings of fire, it’s a misunderstanding!

Tanugiri: But if it’s Kaminaga, I’m sure you can do it.

Gaonaga: Stop that~! Even if you praise me, I still can’t do it! What about a story with a tanuki? If you pair up with a rabbit, then maybe you can do the Kachi-kachi Yama story.

(TN: Kachi-kachi Yama, also known as Kachi-Kachi Mountain and The Farmer and the Badger, is a Japanese folktale in which a rabbit punishes a tanuki by setting it on fire, for the evil things that it has done.)

Tanugiri: A rabbit… Jitsui huh? If it’s that guy, he might seriously set me on fire.

Gaonaga: Ahhh… I give up.

Tanugiri: Yeah, let’s give up.

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Sakuma: “The Town Musicians of Bremen. An old donkey becomes unable to work, and thus, is treated badly by its master. The donkey ran away from its master, and decided to become a musician in the faraway town of Bremen. On the way, he met with fellow animals who were also being treated badly; a dog, a cat and a rooster. Together, they aimed for Bremen. As the sun went down, the group reached the forest, and they noticed a small house nearby. They peeped inside through the window and they saw a wonderful feast laid out on the table! But the people inside were robbers! To acquire the food, they devised a plan to chase the robbers away.” …Is how the story goes. So I’m going to play as the rooster, huh?

Hatano: Pfft… that chicken costume suits you well!

Amari: So the group is now composed of a dog, a mouse, a rooster and a pigeon huh?

Hatano: 2 out of the 4 animals are birds! Where’s the balance in that?!

Tazaki: I have no choice but to play as a pigeon.

Hatano: Even if not as a donkey, you could’ve been a horse or a cow instead!

Tazaki: What, do you have a problem with pigeons?!

Hatano: I didn’t say that though~

Amari: Ah~ I’m getting nervous! I peeked a bit earlier, and there’s a lot visitors who came!

Hatano: Geh?! Seriously?!

Sakuma: Are we gonna be alright…?

Yuuki: We’re starting. Hurry up and get onstage.

Sakuma: Park director! Why are you here!?

Yuuki: I’ll be the one in charge of the translation.

Sakuma: Eh?!

Yuuki: Do you have any complaints?

Sakuma: N-none, sir! We’ll get ready at once!

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Yuuki: Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was not a donkey, but a pigeon. The pigeon who worked along with a magician for a long time has grown old and thus, is not able to work anymore. As such, he was maltreated by his master.

Tazaki: Ahh… that hurts. I failed again today. Because of that failure, I’m sure I’m going to get roasted! Before I get killed, I’ll just run away! Oh right! In the faraway town of Bremen, even animals can join the musicians! I’ll just go there and live my life anew!

Yuuki: After traveling for a bit, the pigeon who aimed for Bremen met a certain dog. The tired looking dog was lying down on the street.

Amawan: Ah, I’m so tired!

Tazaki: That dog over there! What’s wrong?

Amawan: Won’t you hear out? Ahem! I’ve gotten quite old and I’m sure my master would just push me around! So I thought it’ll be better for me to go on a journey…

Tazaki: I see! Then, why don’t you come with me to Bremen?

Amawan: Ahh~ a carefree travel by boat would be nice~!

Tazaki: Ah--… we’re not going to travel by boat though…

Amawan: But what are we supposed to do once we get to Bremen?

Tazaki: I was thinking of being a musician! That town is famous for its music and it seems like they even allow animals on their music corps!

Amawan: I see, you’re going to join a music group huh, so that means you’re forming a band, right?!

Tazaki: Huh?!

Sakuma: What do you mean forming a band?! You’re joining the music corps!! I’m begging you, Tazaki! Get back on topic!

Tazaki: Oh, that’s right… then, I’ll be in charge of the guitar!

Sakuma: YOU’RE JOINING IN TOO?!

Amawan: I want to play the drums!

Sakuma: Aah… the story is now all messed up!

Hatachu: A pigeon on guitar and a dog on drums?!

Sakuma: It’s weird, right?! I beg you, Hatano, get them back on track!

Hatachu: Leave it to me! Wait one second!

Amawan: Hey, Hata--… Mouse-kun!

Hatachu: Y-you guys! Talking about guitars and drums… you’re forgetting that the most important thing in a band is the bass!!!

Sakuma: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

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Yuuki: As the pigeon, dog and the mouse continued to walk, they met a rooster in front of a mansion.

Sakuma: C-…cock a doodle dooo?!

Yuuki: Moved by the rooster’s beautiful voice, the pigeon called out to him.

Tazaki: Your voice is… very... u-unique…

Sakuma: You don’t have to praise it! U-uhm… the truth is, I’m crying because I think I’m going to get served as a roasted chicken for the party tomorrow.

Amawan: Aah~ roasted chicken is delicious after all!

Hatachu: You’re not helping!!! Then, why don’t you run away with us?!

Tazaki: That’s right! And since you’ve got a very… uh… unique voice, you should be our vocalist!

Amawan: Let’s aim for Bure--… Bu--..?? Buuu--..?

Sakuma: BREMEN!

Amawan: Let’s aim for Budokan together!

(TN: Nippon Budokan (日本武道館), often shortened to simply Budokan, is an indoor arena considered as the biggest live house in Japan. If as an artist, you get to play in Budokan, it means that you've made your mark in the entertainment industry.)

Sakuma: THAT’S THE ROCKSTAR DREAM!

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Yuuki: After walking for until the sun set, the four animals reached a forest, but they’re at their limit due to hunger. At that moment, they saw a small hut nearby. When the pigeon went to look inside, he saw that there was a feast laid out on the table. But it seems that the people inside the hut were robbers, all laughing and having fun while counting their loot.

Hatachu: If we chase out those robbers, then all the food and the hut would belong to us!

Amawan: Chase them out huh… but how?

Tazaki: If we chase them out one by one, our chances at success is low. All four of us should join forces for better chances! Like, if all four of us joined together to look like a very big animal.

Sakuma: I see! If they see the shadow of a very big animal through the window, the robbers might get scared and run away!

Hatachu: Would it even go that smoothly?

Tazaki: In any case, we should try it out!

Amawan: Then the order should be… the rooster, pigeon, dog and the mouse?

Sakuma: Eh?! I’m the one at the bottom?!

Hatachu: Of course it’ll be impossible for two humans to stand on top of a dog!

Sakuma: W-well, that’s true…

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Sakuma: Okay!

Tazaki: Here I go…

Sakuma: Ow! My back hurts!

Amawan: I’m climbing up now~

Sakuma: Ooow!! W-we’re swaying!

Tazaki: I-it’s hard to keep balanced!

Sakuma: This is taxing!

Hatachu: I’ll be the last to climb up!

Amawan: Eh? Hatano are you already on top? You’re so light!

Hatachu: Well, that’s because I’m a mouse!

Sakuma: How is it?! How’s the robbers?!

Hatachu: At this height, I’m the only one that can be seen through the window.

Sakuma: Huuuh?!

Tazaki: Ah wait--…! Sakuma-san don’t move!

Amawan: The balance is--…!!

*All four screaming for their lives, crashes into the set*

Hatachu: Oi! Quit messing with me!

Sakuma: It doesn’t even matter that we did it, since the height was lacking!

Tazaki: Who was the one who suggested--… ah, it was me…

Amari: Ahahaha! These kind of things happen! Then, should we do piggyback next?

Sakuma: There’s no point since the set is broken…

Hatachu: Tch! I don’t want to be associated with you guys anymore! Let’s disband!

Yuuki: And thus, the four animals disbanded due to differences in personality. And with that, they each aimed for their goals. All that’s well, ends well.

Sakuma: Is it really?!

TN: 

I SWEAR TO FRIKKIN’ GOD. AMARI.

#Joker Game #Morikawa Toshiyuki #Sakurai Takahiro #Kaji Yuuki #Seki Tomokazu #Horiuchi Kenyuu #seiyuu #drama CD translation #joker game needs to shut up #I need to complain about this with someone #message me and complain please

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[FIC] FINAL FANTASY XV - PROMPTIS WEEK DAY 2

Title: Deal With Day 2: Bed Sharing / High School Days Rating: PG Wordcount: 3,025 Spoilers: Uh, for all the game? Kind of. More the end. Warnings: The author took very big liberties with the post game setting. Disclaimer: I own nothing and I never played the game. Still, these guys happen to occupy my mind. Not my fault Summary: Noctis has to deal with the fact that after he “died”, he wakes up as a teenager again. And he’s a completely different person. Notes&Comments: Written for @promptisfanweek . OKAY, I know, this is probably weird to most of you. It stems from a plotbunny that I have, that I want to write, but that I haven't worked out completely. What you need to know about this one though is that Noctis was asleep for a long time, in a coma. There, he experienced SOMETHING like what happens in Sword Art Online (at this point I have to mention that I am NOT a fan! I liked the gaming idea of something like a parallel life in the gaming world, but I hated everything else about that series. Please do not come fangirling to me about SAO, I have that blocked). I'm still working out the details, but for the High School Days, I thought it would be fun to write something like a preview to that universe, but the whole thing is pretty vague. But it was fun to write, even if it's gotten pretty long, too. ^^;

Noctis couldn't believe he was a teenager again.

Still?

Ah, whatever.

Anyway, he was a teenager and he sat in High School on his first day of being properly awake and adjusted after what felt like a lifetime. A lifetime that had been much too short, but a whole lifetime anyway.

In front of him sat a boy his age - they all were his age in this class, but well, he felt like he needed to point it out - who was so much like the boy who had been his age in his other lifetime, but entirely different, too. This boy had not found a reason to work out and lose weight after their first meeting at the end of elementary school, no, he was still - what was the word he had used? - heavy. Pudgy face, a back that was wide and soft, fat pads spilling over the sides of the chair. He wore glasses, but the eye color was still the same. Even his hair was still blond, but not spiky like Noctis remembered it.

Oh wait. His name wasn't 'Noctis' anymore.

His name was Shinya.

That was probably the most confusing thing, the different names. The boy in front of him wasn't called 'Prompto', but the not so exciting name of Peter.

The rest wasn't all that different.

Shinya didn't have any friends either, but that wasn't so surprising because he had been in a coma for ten years. He was surprised that some people in his class even remembered him from elementary school.

The rest was pretty much the same, just that he didn't have his own apartment but his own part in his father's house. His father who owned a very big company.

In a way, he was like a prince, just that their society didn't really have that kind of royalty anymore.

Before he could get too much into philosophizing about real life and a fantasy world, the bell rang for the break and Shinya sighed, getting out his bento to find the way to the rooftop. Before he could leave the classroom though, he stopped at the exit, taking another look at the big guy. He looked lonely, fiddling with his camera and his store bought lunch that was too much to eat for one person alone.

There must have been a reason why he had dreamt him into that other world.

Maybe it was because Shinya had sensed his loneliness and thought that they could take it away from each other. And if that could happen in that other world, it certainly could happen in this world again.

Thus, he turned on his heel and walked over to Peter's desk, waiting until the other boy looked up at him curiously.

"Hey, um, Peter, right? Wanna go and eat lunch with me? I've got some catching up to do and I'd like you to help me," he said and waited until Peter had realized that, yes, he was indeed talking to him. When those big blue eyes looked up at him, he smiled, realizing that at least those were still the same.

Peter, it turned out, liked to take pictures of things that he liked on his way home. Those things included little dogs, cats and other animals he came across, flowers, funny signs, clothes, people in funny poses and sleek cars. They got lost in a rant about old cars versus new cars, unable to decide which were better when the bell rang again for the end of the break.

As they hurried back inside, Shinya realized that Peter was a fast runner, despite his mass. When asked about it, the blond said that he was trying to work out more since they were nearing the end of school and nobody would hire a fat person. On a whim, Shinya asked if they wanted to go train together, not just running and when Peter's eyes widened with a gleam that made his heart beat faster, Shinya knew that he had made the right decision.

Back at home he lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling amazed at how similar the stories of his two best friends from high school were. He curled in on his side to find some much deserved sleep when he remembered curling around another lithe body in his other life in various states of undress and how deeply he had been in love then.

But had those feelings been real? If everything had been a dream, had his feelings been real? Or had he been so narcissistic that he had fallen in love with a figment of his imagination that had been a part of him all the time?

Before he could get a headache over this, he had fallen asleep, dreaming of a life that was just as fantastic as a video game.

~*~

Peter turned out to be just as much of an avid gamer as Shinya himself was. They even had accounts in the same games and so they exchanged usernames with the promise to play some missions together sometimes.

Shinya was happy, and even if he could say that he low-key had a crush on his new friend, it wasn't something he would act on. This wasn't Prompto, he told himself, this was Peter and those two were entirely different people. One was real and the other wasn't. One was Shinya's friend and the other was just a figment of his imagination.

As much as that thought hurt, it was the truth and something he needed to remember at all times.

So, he spent his high school days running with Peter, lifting weights with him, playing video games until the two of them passed out from exhaustion and just tried to be a normal teenager.

~*~

Summer break in their last year didn't only have them studying until they felt dizzy, no, it also marked the moment, when Peter came over one day with a grin so bright that it made Shinya's heart flutter and reconcile his thoughts about his crush being just a crush.

"I've made it," Peter beamed as he stood at the door of Shinya's family house.

"I'm sorry?" the black-haired boy just stared at him, eyeing the by now slim frame of his best friend from head to toe. Something about the movement felt familiar, but he couldn't quite remember why.

"I've reached my goal weight and I've got a sixpack now, wanna see it?" Peter grinned and lifted up his shirt, making Shinya blush, but also beam back at him. He reached out tentatively to feel hard muscle where he remembered quite the amount of soft fat not so long ago.

"You did it! That's awesome! I knew you could do it, congratulations!" Shinya grinned and pulled Peter into a tight hug, inhaling the other's cologne deeply.

Which was weird, because Peter had never used cologne before. Just the antitranspirant that he used after a shower after workout that basically smelled like nothing. But now, Shinya got almost dizzy as he smelled the musky, yet fruity scent.

"There's... there's something else," Peter said, his breath tickling Shinya's neck as they hugged for longer than the bro code allowed. The black-haired boy could feel his eyes widen and he wanted to pull away to look into the other's eyes, but unfortunately, Peter had grown strong enough to overpower him. "Shin, there's... something I wanted to tell you ever since... ever since the first day we met. Well. Maybe not the first day. But lately it's gotten clearer so I said to myself, if I managed to get to my goal weight and body, I would tell you."

"Peter," Shinya breathed, because he knew what was coming. Prompto had confessed like this, using almost the exact same words. He wanted to ask Peter to pinch him to see if he was dreaming again - still? - but he couldn't. Didn't want to.

"I... I like you. A lot. A-and more than... more than just a friend, okay?" Peter said, his breath warm against Shinya's neck. "I might just be in love with you, but I'm sure that's a little too much. But... ever since the day you turned around and asked me to join you for lunch, my heart's been doing cartwheels every time you just so much looked at me. You've... you've been nothing but the best friend I could ask for and even if you don't return my feelings, I needed to say them-"

"Me too," Shinya interrupted his friend. "I like you, too."

Shell-shocked, Peter finally let go of him, just to gape at him with an open mouth. Shinya shrugged sheepishly, smiling at his best friend. The whole situation felt so goddamned familiar and he didn't quite understand why.

"Aaah, I didn't think you would! Man, that's..."

"Great?" Shinya supplied, stepping aside to finally let Peter into his house.

"Yeah," the blond laughed, and Shinya smiled as his heart skipped a beat. He loved the sound of his voice. It reminded him of someone of this other life that he's had.

They went into his room, where Peter skipped through his games and he beamed as something caught his eye. "You've got a copy of Ultimate Fantasia? Man, that's awesome! I used the play that every day so many years ago. Had an alter ego that looked like everything I wanted to be. He was good with guns and funny, but had a tragic backstory, too. Born as one of the bad guys, he was rescued as a baby. I've... I've had friends there, and they meant the world to me... Dunno what happened to them. We've all had those Latin names and mine was Quicksilver, because that sounds cool, right? Well, not so much in Latin."

"Prompto," Shinya said, who had gone pale and stared at this friend with wide eyes. "Prompto Argentum."

"Dude, do you know Latin?" Peter laughed, even as Shinya was still looking at him as if he had grown a second head. "Cuz yeah, that was my character's name. Our party consisted of the prince, his advisor and his bodyguard and we had to save the world. Well, I guess that's how the story went, but. The story sucked. The prince disappeared after what felt like half of the game, and then came back after ten years? Imagine that! Leaving your friends hanging in darkness for ten long years? Who the hell would do that?"

"Noctis," Shinya said, pulling Peter into a hug. "The prince's name was Noctis Lucis Caelum, the advisor's name was Ignis Stupeo Scientia and the bodyguard's name was Gladiolus Amicitia."

"How... Ignis never..." Peter gasped, because they both knew that Ignis never used his full name except on very limited occasions. Occasions that no one outside of the game really knew about.

"I was there," Shinya breathed, hugging Peter tighter as tears started to fall. "It was me. Noctis... I was... when I was... not here, I was there!"

Peter fell silent, obviously trying to process what Shinya was trying to tell him. And he tried to say more, but he couldn't, tears falling freely now.

"I missed you so much... I thought I lost you!" he sobbed instead, gross tears falling onto the blond's shoulder.

"...Noct?" Peter tried, making Shinya sob a laugh.

"Yeah, Prom, it's me. As stupid as it sounds. But I was in that game, when I was in that coma. I thought no one else was that I was playing it all alone, but it seems like you at least were real!"

"You... you really think... holy shit!"

"Yeah, I needed a lot of counseling because I really thought I was the King of Light for a while... Imagine how it was, waking up after giving your life away for your people as a thirty-year-old, just to wake up in the body of a teenager!"

"That must have been a shock!" Peter laughed, but as Shinya pulled away to wipe at his eyes, he was sporting a blush.

"So... all of that had been real for you?" he asked, trying to understand what Shinya was getting at.

"Yeah... Back then, definitely. All of it. It was a shock to learn that it had all been a dream. And now... now it wasn't? That's confusing."

"I can imagine," Peter replied hesitantly, his eyes shifting nervously. "So, um... That... that other part of the game had also been real for you? The one where Noctis and Prom... were more than just good friends?"

Shinya nodded. "Yeah. Took me awhile to get used to the fact that those were also pretty much imaginary feelings."

"Well, I guess they were not. I-I mean, I didn't know much about romance and such things back then, but... that was real. Just you and me, buddy."

Shinya laughed, because it was so easy to pretend that this was the Prompto he knew talking, and not the Peter he had come to know.

"I loved Prompto," he confessed. "It was so weird to see you on my first day of school and think that you looked like the boy from back then, just in tall... So I thought that it wouldn't hurt to try to become your friend after fucking up that first time."

"That... was also real. Not in the game. You said I was heavy back then, so when you finally approached me I thought you wanted to make fun of me again," Peter said with a sheepish laugh.

Shinya's eyes widened. "I... I thought..."

Well, it seemed like he had been troubled by that scene so much that he had dreamed about it to work it out. Too bad that he didn't have the courage to approach the boy when he was still fat then in either of his memories.

He huffed a breath. "No. I never wanted to make fun of you. Not back then, not now. I was just... surprised? I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I figured you didn't mean it. It still took a while to get over it," Peter replied. "Anyway! It helped Prompto to find his resolve to start running that very day and for me, well, it took a little longer."

"Here we are though," Shinya smiled, leaning in to rest his head on the other boy's shoulder. "Running together, training together... just like it should be. Sorry I didn't talk to you sooner."

"It's okay... we've had one life together in that game," Peter huffed and smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah... wanna find out if we can make this boring life more awesome than the last? I promise I won't let myself be absorbed by a stupid crystal and not be there for ten years," Shinya grinned, making Peter laugh.

"Gee, your highness, don't make promises you can't keep! You've been in a coma for a long time, that's pretty much like being stuck in a crystal."

"I guess you're right. But I don't feel like sacrificing myself for this world this time around." Shinya said, just to frown as he saw Peter's surprised face. "W-well. I... I guess I would do that for... for the ones I love... But not before I've made absolutely sure that there's absolutely no other way!"

"Sounds like a plan," Peter laughed. "I don't want to lose my boyfriend to something idiotic like his fate."

"Yeah, that's something that I want to determine myself. And not some weird will of the gods."

"Sounds good enough to me. Speaking of which, what are your plans for after school?"

"Um... Nothing much yet?"

Peter laughed. "I knew you'd say that! Dude, you gotta decide on something though! It's only finals left and then we're off! Didn't you send in applications for your favorite universities?"

"I did. Probably gonna go with something like business or whatever. Dad wants me to take over the company from him, so I guess that's what I'll do until I find out what I want to do with my life," Shinya said, frowning in disdain. He had lost so much of his youth that he wasn't ready yet to grow up 'again'. His only hope was that he wasn't preparing for his own sacrifice.

Peter snorted. "That's kind of something a prince would say. You know, you're really like Noctis. Like, sometimes really regal, and then just the greatest nerd I've ever seen. I guess that's what I liked so much about you. And Noct. Well, what Prompto liked about Noctis."

"It's... it's okay. You don't have to argue about it. We've got that in our past and if we think too much about it, it will get weird, but, you know, we've also got ourselves now, so let's just live the lives that we're given?"

"I'm fine with whatever, dude... But maybe we should try to figure out how we are going about this new kind of relationship that we've got first?"

"Good idea," Shinya laughed. "Wanna kiss?"

"I've been dying to... Though-" Peter started, just to blush and look away.

"Afraid it'll be nothing like it was in the game?" Shinya asked, because he understood that. He was afraid of that as well.

"Mhm, kinda. It's quite a lot to live up to," Peter confessed, fiddling with his fingers.

"Well, try me. I'll tell you if it's the same," Shinya smirked. "Remember, it was real for me."

Peter's eyes widened and he looked to the side, his eyes dancing from here to there until Shinya decided it was better to just jump in at the deep end and he kissed the other. Peter's eyes widened comically before he screwed them shut, making Shinya chuckle before he pulled away.

"That was not funny!" Peter protested, but Shinya was still smiling.

"Just a little. And it was better."

"Better than what?"

"Better than kissing someone who only existed in my dream... or, well, a video game," Shinya explained.

"Hey! I feel hurt now on Prompto's behalf!" Peter protested, making Shinya laugh even more. "Come here and I'll show you we're the best!"

"I've been waiting for that," Shinya grinned, letting the other tackle him to the bed.

They talked a lot less after that.

#promptisfanweek #promptisweek #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #final fantasy xv #Makiko Igami's fanfiction

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New Story

Hi! So, the main reason for the existence of this blog is so I have somewhere to post a story I’ve been working on for a couple years now.

That story is called This Show Sponsored by Death! (exclamation point mandatory), and it’s about a girl named Morgan.

Because I’m that sort of person, this story has only ever been written in script format, so that’s probably a fair thing to be aware of before going in.

The other primary thing to be aware of is that, while hopefully reasonably humorous, this story has the trigger warnings you might expect from a story with “death” as one of the words in its title. That being...you know. Death, death-adjacent, violence, etc. No sex though.

Anyway, without further ado, the first chapter of This Show Sponsored by Death! (exclamation point included here both because it’s mandatory and because I’m excited)

Draw Aside the Veil

-a band’s playing-

-bass thumping-

-electric guitars strumming-

-singers singing-

-and flames arcing through the air around them-

Morgan (off): There but for pretty much everything go we.

-the band is only a scene on a phone screen, being watched by four people. The one who just spoke, a tall, pale girl with dark curly hair, is Morgan. Next to her is a much shorter, dark-skinned girl with short curls-

Quinn: And a brutal strike by Morgan to Allen’s self-esteem. But wait, there’s more…

-the two turn to Allen, a tall, dark-skinned boy with close-cropped hair. He sighs-

Allen: We’re never going to be as big as the Firestarters if that’s your attitude. Where’s your team spirit?

Quinn: Here it comes…

Morgan: I think my team spirit gave up the ghost when we spent an entire practice session just watching other people perform.

Quinn: And there it is. Pack it in, everyone, Allen’s dead. This is a murder scene, nothing to see here, just move along…

Allen: Quinn…

Quinn: Time of death, 3:41 PM, September 16, 2089…

Allen: Come on.

Quinn: Cause of death, Morgan Stein.

Allen: Quinn, this isn’t funny.

Morgan: …It’s a little funny.

-she and Quinn high-five-

Allen: Jacob, back me up!

-the three turn to Jacob, a heavyset, pale, and very, very pretty boy. Who is also fast asleep-

Allen: …Maybe you’re right.

Quinn: Yeah, what’s a band without its triangle guy?

Allen: Morgan’s the one who said he should play the triangle.

Morgan: You wanted him in the band. Not my fault you made it my job to find him an instrument he’d play.

Allen: But the triangle?

Morgan: What can I say? I’m a problem-solver.

-Allen laughs, despite himself-

Allen: Okay, okay, go away. Shoo. You’re obviously not taking this seriously, so practice over.

Quinn: I’m beginning to pick up a sense that we’re not wanted, Morgan.

Morgan: Such a shame. See you at school, Allen. Bring Jacob if he ever wakes up.

Quinn: Boom. Roasted. Back me up, Morgan.

-Morgan snaps her fingers, and a small firework explodes-

Quinn: And we’re out.

-and off they go with Morgan’s drums, laughing-

-cut to the two walking-

Morgan: Do you think Allen is ever going to realize that the only thing we’ll ever have in common with the Firestarters is an attractive lead singer?

-Quinn turns a vague red. Morgan doesn’t appear to notice-

Quinn: Oh, he’s pretty hopeless.

Morgan: Poor guy.

-she fiddles with a fireball, making it detonate playfully-

Quinn: It doesn’t bother you at all that you don’t know why you can do that?

Morgan: It doesn’t bother me that we don’t know why electrons do the thing, right?

Quinn: …Do the thing?

Morgan: Magic’s like that, I think. It just sort of is. I turned 13, I relit the candles on my birthday cake because I was mad at Holly for blowing them out first, and now I can do magic. That’s how it is.

Quinn: I think people do know how electrons work…

Morgan: ….Quarks?

Quinn: …I wouldn’t know.

Morgan: I rest my case.

-Quinn sweatdrops-

Quinn: As long as you’re happy.

-Morgan makes the fireball detonate-

Morgan: Everyone needs a little mystery in life.

-Quinn smiles as the two reach a house-

Morgan: I’ll see you tomorrow?

Quinn: Yeah.

-she pauses-

Quinn: I—

Morgan: Huh?

Quinn: Nothing. I’ll see you.

-Quinn smiles again and walks off as Morgan goes home. Morgan seems to see something in the bushes, but she shrugs and goes inside anyway. Inside, there’s a girl who looks almost exactly like Morgan, but with a different haircut and dressed in purple instead of black, sitting on a couch using a tablet to do something-

Holly: Practice go well?

Morgan: Allen mostly just wanted to show us inspirational videos of better musicians.

Holly: Somehow I had a feeling.

Morgan: Hence why you didn’t show up?

Holly: Some of us have homework on Sundays, Morgan.

Morgan: Well, uh…you’re a nerd.

Holly: You’re not wrong.

Morgan: I’m going to get some fresh air, nerd.

Holly: You haven’t gotten enough?

Morgan: Some of us like more than an hour or two a day of it, Holly.

Holly: I’ve never been partial.

Morgan: And that’s because you’re a nerd. Bye, nerd!

Holly: Mmm-hmm.

-Morgan deposits her drum, and goes back outside-

-cut to her in a graveyard, where she’s standing in front of an angel statue-

Morgan: Dear Creepy Angel Statue in the Cemetery…

Today was a pretty good day. Practice was…uh, impractical, but I think Allen’s maybe starting to get that we’re never going to be that good. Hopefully the next step is where he stops taking Gazillion Degrees so seriously and just lets us have fun?

The world can only hope.

-Morgan giggles, and then pauses as she seems to see something move-

Morgan: Did you…

-she sighs-

Morgan: Probably nothing.

-she turns to the statue-

Morgan: You think spending time talking to statues is making me see things?

-cut back to Morgan at home, Holly still on the couch.-

Morgan: You’re right where I left you.

Holly: A little consistency in life is important.

Morgan: Whatever you say.

-she goes further into the house, and then sticks her head back out-

Morgan: Nerd!

Holly: Good night, Morgan.

-Morgan ruffles Holly’s hair before retreating-

-In Morgan’s room, she looks out of the window, frowning as she examines the darkening street-

Morgan: …Just a shadow.

-and she goes online-

-until she sees it again. There’s a dark shape in the bushes outside Quinn’s house-

Morgan: …Okay then.

-cut to her leaving the house-

Holly: Are you going somewhere?

Morgan: Yep.

Holly: Again?

Morgan: (sharply) Yep!

-and she goes out the door, sprinting towards the shape in the bushes as flames flicker from her hands-

Morgan: Hey! Get away from my friend’s house!

-the shape moves to see Morgan, and then flickers away, taking off down the street-

Morgan: …Okay, I know I said get away, but actually stay right there so I can kick your ass!

-and she’s off after it-

-it flees through the town, Morgan pursuing it and passing a number of interested-looking people along the way. Despite the figure’s speed, Morgan manages to keep up with it, pulling some reasonably impressive parkour moves-

-until she loses it at the graveyard-

Morgan: What, you think this creeps me out? I practically live here, asshole.

-fire still sparking from her hands, she makes her way into the graveyard-

-she slowly moves by tombstones-

-and suddenly the figure is in her face. It’s what appears to be a black cloak, but there’s nothing underneath it but an inky darkness-

Morgan: Ah!

-She jumps back. The cloak regards her in almost a quizzical way, and she quickly recovers her composure-

Morgan: What the hell are you doing, stalking my friend?

-no response. Morgan holds up a crackling fireball-

Morgan: Well?

-the cloak lets out a hissing noise and pulls back. In a shower of black sparks, a wickedly sharp knife appears in its hand, and it lunges at Morgan, who jumps out of the way-

Morgan: Got it. No clue what you are, but I’m going to make you burn.

-Morgan sends a fireball flying at the cloak, which dodges easily-

Morgan: Okay, you’re fast. I can deal with that.

-she launches more fireballs, but the cloak zips around them and strikes with the knife. This time, it manages to cut Morgan’s shoulder-

Morgan: Aaah!

-she clutches her shoulder, but oddly, while it’s clearly causing pain, there doesn’t seem to be any damage-

Morgan: Was that…was that magic?

-the cloak gives no answer, instead continuing to slash at her, but this time she’s more careful to keep out of the way-

-at least until it tackles her to the ground-

Morgan: Ack!

-she grabs up a handful of dirt from the ground, and jams it into the cloak, but there’s no reaction. The cloak summons another knife and brings it down, but Morgan catches it by the handle-

-the knife starts to glow black, and Morgan winces in pain-

Morgan: Come on…what kind of magic even is this?

-little flickers build up around her hands-

-the cloak, meanwhile, summons a second knife and brings it down, Morgan only just moving her head out of the way. More knives appear, spreading out to different angles-

Morgan: No…

-and then something clicks-

Morgan: No!

-a spiral of fireworks burst from Morgan’s palm, throwing the cloak away. She leaps to her feet, flames whirling around her-

Morgan: I don’t have the slightest clue what’s going on here, fine! But let me tell you something, tall, dark, and silent! Nobody creeps on my friend and gets away with it!

-the cloak hisses, dozens of knives appearing, and lunges at Morgan-

-and a column of fire bursts from her palms, swirling around the cloak and knives-

-Morgan stares at the fire, eventually clenching her fists to cut it off-

-she’s left in an empty graveyard, staring at where a cloak used to be-

Morgan: …What just happened?

-suddenly, a pulse of black energy lights up behind her neck. She screams-

-pan around to the cut on her shoulder, which is glowing with black energy and appears to have become necrotic very rapidly. Morgan topples to the ground as her vision starts to fade-

Morgan: This…sucks…

-cut to a boy and girl standing over her-

Boy: She really killed it in one hit? That’s fairly impressive.

Girl: Is that really the immediate concern?

Boy: Whatever.

-The boy reaches down and says something that Morgan can’t make out, and suddenly the pulse goes away-

Boy: See? I saved her life. Are you happy now?

Girl: You don’t think that was sort of the least we could have done for her?

Boy: Ugh. Tell me if she lives or dies.

Girl: Yeah…

-he wanders off as Morgan blacks out-

-Morgan awakens, still in the graveyard, a little while later. She sees someone leaving, but can’t make out who-

-she looks around, seeing no evidence of the fight from earlier-

Morgan: …Did I really just fall asleep in the graveyard? And it was such a weird dream, too…

-she makes her way back home, ignoring the long, thin scar now present on her shoulder-

-when she gets there, she’s greeted by Holly-

Holly: Where were you?

Morgan: Uh.

Holly: I called your phone, and you didn’t answer. Was something wrong?

Morgan: Oh, no. I…uh…I fell asleep in the graveyard.

Holly: What?

Morgan: I’m as surprised as you.

Holly: I don’t think that’s possible.

Morgan: Well, I thought I saw someone outside Quinn’s house, so I chased them away, and somehow I ended up at the graveyard again--

Holly: As per usual—

Morgan: And then I was really tired so I guess I took a nap. Had the weirdest dream.

Holly: Your dreams aren’t really my priority here.

Morgan: Anyway, I’m home now.

Holly: …You should go to bed.

Morgan: Probably.

-Morgan walks past Holly-

Holly: Hey, Morgan?

Morgan: Huh?

Holly: Where’d you get that scar?

Morgan: Scar?

Holly: On your shoulder. Look.

-Morgan looks. Where she was sliced by the Reaper, there is a thin line that looks marked with a small burn-

Morgan: …Huh. Looks like a glue gun accident to me.

Holly: Really?

-she sighs-

Holly: Honestly, what you’d do without me…

-another timeskip. Morgan is in school, looking largely uninterested as she stares uncomfortably out the window. Quinn is more attentive. Allen is deeply focused on something else. Jacob is asleep-

-the day ends, and everyone mills out of the classroom, Quinn and Morgan going together-

Quinn: I think that’s probably an all-time low for attention.

Morgan: Uh…yeah.

Quinn: Including right now. Something on your mind?

Morgan: …Nah. Start-of-year doldrums.

Quinn: As opposed to your usual end-of-year apathy, and the middle-of-the-year exhaustion, I guess?

Morgan: Uh, right!

Quinn: Well, consistency’s important.

Morgan: You sound like my sister.

Quinn: Yikes. Walk you home?

Morgan: You say this like we don’t live next to each other.

-even so, she follows along-

-cut to the house. Morgan and Quinn are walking along, Morgan playing with a fireball again-

Quinn: So, uh, Morgan.

Morgan: Yeah?

Quinn: We’ve been friends for a while, yeah?

Morgan: Sure. What’s going on?

Quinn: Well, I was thinking...

Morgan: I’m not gonna kill Jacob for you, no matter how much you beg.

Quinn: No, Morgan, that’s not it. I—

Morgan: Quinn, have you been a ghost the whole time? Or wait. Are you a magician? I could use another magician friend. There’s like one other person in town, and he’s weird.

Quinn: Morgan! This is important!

Morgan: -laughing- Sorry, sorry. I’ll be serious. –swipes hand across face- See? Serious Morgan. What’s on your mind?

Quinn: Morgan, I think I-

-Morgan’s phone rings-

Morgan: Um, sorry, is it okay if I get this?

Quinn: Uh, yeah, fine.

-Morgan checks her phone-

Quinn: Sooooo? What is it?

Morgan: …Holly got hit by a car.

SCENE FADE

-Quinn and Morgan are in the hospital. They’re looking at Holly, who’s unconscious in a hospital bed-

Quinn: Is…is she going to be okay?

Morgan: (quietly) The doctors don’t think so.

Quinn: Morgan…I’m sorry.

-she puts a hand on Morgan’s shoulder. Morgan subtly shrugs it off-

Morgan: …I need some fresh air.

Quinn: Oh, I’ll come���

Morgan: Empty air. Thanks.

-She’s gone before Quinn can protest. She walks through the town, passing by people. A number of people recur periodically-

-suddenly, a boy appears out of nowhere. He’s about Morgan’s height, with light skin, soft features, and rather long hair-

Boy: Excuse me, I—

-she brushes past him-

-the camera pans to her perspective, showing the angel statue, and she begins to speak-

Morgan: So look. I don’t know who to talk to right now, but you and I? We get along. I don’t know if you’re supposed to be a real angel, but just in case anyone’s listening, maybe pay me back for the years of conversation?

-she stares hard at the statue, looking it in the eyes-

Morgan: Please, just…give me my sister back.

-Silence-

???: And if I do? What do I get in return?

-Morgan looks around-

Morgan: Who said that? This isn’t funny.

???: It is not funny at all. I can offer you your sister back, in exchange for your service.

Morgan: -pops a fireball- If you’re some ventriloquist with a sick sense of humor, I’m gonna roast you. But if you can really save Holly…you’ve got whatever you want.

???: Then the Contract is made.

Morgan: What?

???: Under normal circumstances, I might demand a task of you as a token of your service, but you have already assisted me once.

Morgan: I have?

???: The creature from earlier. It was a threat to the town, and I had been tracking it for some time, but you destroyed it for me. So thank you.

Morgan: Wait, what was it?

???: It was a Spirit of Death, a Reaper. A creature made of pure magic given physical form. Nominally a servant, but as demonstrated here…occasionally dangerous.

Morgan: Wait, but—I killed it. How did I do that? Since when can magic be a weapon?

???: Magic has always been a weapon. It is in your genes. You simply needed the proper impetus to tap into it. Now, I believe I owe you a favor.

-Morgan’s phone buzzes-

Phone: Holly’s up and fine

Morgan: Wait, what?

Phone: Total miracle. Someone’s looking out for us.

-Morgan stares at her phone, and then looks up at the statue-

Morgan: …Did you do this?

???: I certainly did.

Morgan: …

-she drops to her knees-

Morgan: Thank you.

???: Think nothing of it. Welcome to my service.

Morgan: Who are you?

???: I am Zaresi. Goddess of Death.

-Morgan blinks-

Zaresi: I will be in touch.

-the presence fades from the area. Morgan slowly rises to her feet-

???: Uh, welcome to the team.

-Morgan leaps to her feet, reaching for magic-

-energy pulses from her hands, but unlike before, it’s black, and instead of fireworks, it twists into the shape of a scythe-

-or begins to, but is destroyed by a sphere of black light. Standing behind the sphere is a girl about Morgan’s age, with brown skin, straight black hair, and at the moment, a look of shock-

Girl: Dios mio, we’re on the—

-she sees Morgan’s face, and pauses. She coughs. Morgan stares at her for a long time as well, before eventually speaking-

Morgan: We’re on the?

Girl: …Uh. We’re on the same side, is what I was going to say. I’m—

Morgan: Wait, so what happened to my magic?

Girl: Well, you work for a goddess of Death now, so you use Death magic, not Fire magic. Anyway, I’m—

Morgan: Wait, what?

Girl: Uh, look, this isn’t the best time for me to be explaining this. I’m—

Morgan: So what just happened?

-the girl sighs-

Girl: Si pararia de hablar por un segundo…long story short, the Reaper used to work for us, but it went nuts, so when you killed it, we wanted to hire you.

Morgan: …Right. I’m going to write this off as a hallucination and go see my sister.

-she walks off-

Girl: Hey, w-wait!

Morgan: What?

Girl: I’m Laura! It’s nice to meet you!

-she gives a weak grin-

Morgan: …Yeah. Bye.

-as Morgan leaves the graveyard, she nearly runs into a boy about her height, with long hair and soft features. As Morgan attempts to step past him, he coughs politely-

Boy: Ah, hello there. Again.

Morgan: Hi. Look, I’m trying to get home, so I’m not really in the mood to talk with people. Can you—

Boy: So, I heard you swore in with Zaresi. Shame. I heard the news, and I was hoping this might be an opportunity to make an overture, but I guess it’s too late now.

Morgan: …Who are you?

Boy: An enemy, at least for the time being. See you around!

-he strolls off lazily. Morgan stares after him uncomfortably-

Morgan: …Whatever. Too many weird things for one day.

-and she continues walking-

-Morgan arrives home, to see Holly, who is standing up, and immediately runs to hug her-

Holly: Hello to you too, Morgan.

Morgan: You’re… okay!

Holly: I certainly am. I can’t say I understand how, though.

Morgan: Yeah, been hearing that a lot lately…

Holly: Huh?

Morgan: Nothing.

Holly: Well, it’s good to be up and about again.

Morgan: Hey, Holly?

Holly: What’s up?

Morgan: You know I love you, right?

Holly: Of course I know that. You’re my sister.

Morgan: Just thought you should know. Get some sleep, okay?

Holly: Don’t act like you’re older than I am.

Morgan: Last time I checked, I was.

Holly: By eight minutes!

Morgan: Just go to bed. Love you, nerd.

Holly: Good night, Morgan.

-cut to class the next day-

Quinn: --She just woke up! It was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.

Morgan: It was lucky. I don’t know what I would’ve done otherwise.

-Quinn hugs her-

Quinn: She in school today? We should go bug her.

Morgan: She’s still at home, despite her best efforts. I thought it was better if she stayed home to rest up, and my parents agreed.

Quinn: Can’t hurt.

Morgan: Unless you’re a perfectionist like Holly, of course.

Quinn: Still can’t hurt to live life like the rest of us people who are occasionally sick.

Morgan: Or just playing hooky.

Quinn: Or just playing hooky.

-she laughs-

Quinn: So, Morgan, do you have some time? I was kind of hoping to talk to y—

-the window shatters, and a massive tendril of darkness rushes in, knocking Quinn into a wall. She doesn’t get back up. Morgan steps in front of her, hands flickering. The tendril expands outwards, surrounding Morgan in darkness-

Morgan: What.

-the cloud continues swirling around her, before looming in on Quinn-

Morgan: Hey, don’t touch her!

-the flickers grow stronger-

-the cloud doesn’t pay any attention, and tendrils begin growing out of it, wrapping around Quinn-

Morgan: I said…

-the flickers form a cohesive shape-

Morgan: Don’t touch her!

-and she lashes out, the flickers solidifying into the shape of a wickedly curved scythe. It slashes through the tendrils, which withdraw. Morgan stares at the scythe-

Morgan: What…

-and then her face hardens, as the tendrils start regrowing, and she slashes at them again-

Morgan: Hey! Maybe I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m pretty sure that attacking my friends isn’t part of the water cycle!

???: I’ll give it a 5 out of 10. That’s not a cloud.

-a boy slips around the fog, strolling over to Morgan. He’s white, with bright green eyes and buzzed brown hair, and while he’s shorter than Morgan he’s still of reasonably average height-

Morgan: I don’t know who you are, but I think I hate you.

Boy: Evan. Zaresi’s right-hand magician. Pleasure. You’re the new girl, right? Laura mentioned you. I’m on your side.

Morgan: That’s great for you. Mind helping out?

Evan: What, with this?

Morgan: Yeah. It’s another Reaper, right?

Evan: Obviously not. Reapers are Spirits. This is just a Fae; it causes trouble from time to time. You seem to have things well in hand.

Morgan: I do?

Evan: Of course not. You’re hopeless. Now distract it while I do something that works.

Morgan: Aren’t you a ray of sunshine?

-nonetheless, she moves to the side as much as she can while still slashing away-

Morgan: Uh…distraction!

-Evan takes her spot, removing a small mat from his backpack and unrolling it. It’s covered with runes and a pentagram-

Evan: Not the most creative, but I suppose it’ll do.

-he steps onto the pentagram-

Evan: Fae, understand that your actions here today are in violation of the Divine Convocation. While it is indeed perfectly plausible that you are not necessarily self-aware in a way humans would understand, ignorance of the law is no excuse. Larus.

-the runes glow as Evan steps onto the carpet. A tendril of shadow reaches for him, but is burnt away by a sudden burst of black light-

Evan: Now for some real magic. Argentatus.

-a beam of darkness blasts out from the runes, piercing through the cloud of shadow. It recoils, and retreats back out of the window, coiling away into the sky and dissipating-

Morgan: …Handy. Don’t suppose I could get my hands on one?

Evan: If you’re nice, I’ll teach you how.

Morgan: So, situation dealt with, right?

Evan: It’s not dead, so it could definitely be more dealt with. But I guess that’s not bad for your first fight.

Morgan: Second fight.

Evan: Definitely bad then.

Morgan: Great. So, I’m going to go out on a limb and assume—or, perhaps, pray—that we have some masquerade to keep up, and I can pretend I don’t know you when we’re not working together to kill angry thunderclouds.

Evan: Nah, that won’t be necessary.

Morgan: Damn it.

Evan: Watch and learn.

-he saunters over to Quinn, who is still out cold, and pulls a pouch from his backpack, taking a pinch of clay out of it and making a small circle on her forehead-

Morgan: Hey, what are you doing?

Evan: Nothing dangerous. Buteo.

-the clay fizzes and vanishes, and Quinn’s eyes snap open-

Quinn: What happened? Who are you?

Evan: There was a little storm, and a tree branch went through a window and conked you on the head. Don’t worry, I saved you.

Quinn: …That’s nice?

Evan: Yes, yes it was. Anyway, I’m borrowing Morgan.

Morgan: You are?

Evan: Yes. Aren’t you excited?

-Morgan and Evan are now outside-

Morgan: What did you do to her?

Evan: Memory spell. Pretty simple, really. We use them all the time when people see things they shouldn’t.

Morgan: …That can’t be ethical.

Evan: Oh, don’t worry. You get good at making things up after your first few days on the job.

-Evan shrugs and continues walking. Morgan stares after him for a moment, her face hardening, but she follows-

Morgan: What about the rest of the school? Didn’t they see the Fae too?

Evan: Of course not. Only Magicians see magic. And only Magicians who are contracted to a proper god can see everything.

Morgan: But…when I cast for the band, everyone sees the fire.

Evan: Sure, because that’s a side effect. But only you can see the magic keeping it all in shape. The only people we need to wipe are the ones who were actually in the middle of the whole mess, like your friend back there. Everyone else, they’ll just assume there really was a little freak storm.

-there’s a pause, and Evan snickers-

Evan: Did you really think the gods could keep themselves secret if John Q. Public could see them walking down the street?

Morgan: This is the third time in the past two days someone’s mentioned gods. What are you talking about?

Evan: …Didn’t Laura explain anything to you?

Morgan: I think she might have tried to.

-Evan gives a sigh of disgust-

Evan: Look, a thousand years ago or so magic was a big deal, and it was apportioned out by real gods, not whatever crappy two-bit Spirit was managing you.

Morgan: Hey!

Evan: But then there were a ton of wars over territory and magic and whatnot, they held the Divine Convocation, the gods all agreed to go into hiding, and magic turned into a cheap joke. Nobody knows how it works, and everyone thinks all it’s good for is bands.

Morgan: The voice in the graveyard, uh, the goddess of Death…Zaresi?

Evan: That’s the one.

Morgan: She said magic was always meant as a weapon, and that I knew how to use it like that. And she was right.

Evan: Well, of course.

Morgan: And my magic is different now.

Evan: Obviously.

-Morgan glares-

Morgan: So people do know how magic works?

Evan: You thought it was all a big mystery? Nah. A lot of work goes into keeping that true, but the people who matter? They know what’s up.

Morgan: I don’t know if I agree with your assessment of who matters or not.

Evan: Fortunately, I don’t care what you think.

Morgan: I don’t like you.

Evan: See previous comment.

-Morgan sighs-

Morgan: Okay, but if the gods all hid, what’s going on now?

Evan: Well, nothing stays hidden forever, obviously. After a while, gods started resurging, just a whole lot more secretively. Now we’re here, and I’m standing in front of you explaining what a blinkered moron you and everyone else in the world is. Any more questions?

Morgan: …Can I talk to Laura instead?

Evan: Nah, she takes online classes. Point is, Zaresi has the two of us and a few odd Spirits, and that’s just one god. Maybe there aren't so many Magicians in this town, but believe me, there’s plenty of mind-wiping to go around. The Fae could have killed half the people in the school, and after five minutes, the survivors would be going along with their day.

Morgan: And you’ve done this before?

Evan: Pretty frequently.

Morgan: To me? Or my sister?

Evan: -shrugs- Probably. You people all just blur together after a while, honestly.

Morgan: …You’re sure I can’t talk to Laura? I think I liked her better.

Evan: Funny, she said the same thing. But no, you’re stuck with me. Exciting, isn’t it?

Morgan: In a Russian Roulette-y sort of way, sure.

Evan: I’ll take it.

-he starts to walk off-

Morgan: Evan!

Evan: Morgan.

Morgan: You can wipe minds, right? Can’t you just…wipe mine? Make me forget I saw this, and let me go back to a normal life where magic’s just a cool thing some people can do and nobody really cares about it past the icebreakers?

Evan: I could.

Morgan: Great.

Evan: Seems a bit cowardly, though. You’ve already had two encounters with the magical side of the world, the Reaper in the graveyard and the Fae here.

Morgan: So what’s a Fae?

-Evan waves a hand dismissively-

Evan: I’ll explain it later. There’s all sorts of supernatural mischief going on, even in a small town like this one. It’s our job to keep people safe from it.

Morgan: I can’t picture you being into that line of work.

Evan: I’m insulted.

Morgan: Look. I only fought the Reaper to keep my friend safe, and I only agreed to work for Zaresi to save my sister. Zaresi did something for me, I did something for her, so why can’t I just be done?

Evan: The agreement you made was your service for your sister’s life. By backing out now, you’d be reneging on your Contract.

Morgan: What?

Evan: If you aren’t willing to hold up your end of the deal…

Morgan: You wouldn’t.

Evan: Of course I wouldn’t. Just making a point. You’re kind of a limited resource, and we’re fairly invested in you sticking around.

-Morgan glares. A spark plays around her hand-

Evan: So, Morgan. Are you in, or are you out?

-he walks off without a backwards glance-

-Morgan stares after him for a while, until her gaze hardens, and she follows-

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Chicken Sliders (Pyro x Reader) SMUT

Don’t read this unless you’re a Pyro furfag like me. WARNING: Rated 18 for very sexual themes and actions, cursing, and furries. (Not really)

Please don’t read if you’re under 18. If you do then u nasty. Sorry Pyro. —–

It was past midnight and it was raining; usual weather for London, but no matter how often it rained she always enjoyed it. Storms relaxed her and gave her the perfect atmosphere to unwind. Her eyes illuminated with the light of her phone as she scrolled down recent uploads on YouTube. One of her friends Niall, also known online as ‘Pyrocynical’, had just uploaded a video about his Twitter being banned. She chuckled at the thumbnail, and clicked on the video. She had been curious as to why it had been taken down, and who better to explain then Pyro himself. It opened with some dude dressed in one of those inflatable T-rex costumes with some weaboo trash music in the background. She smiled and shook her head, laying against her cold window as she watched. “Wassup my fellow Harambe fans…” Niall’s deep voice echoed in the silence of her dark room, making her heart skip for a second. The weirdness of her body’s reaction made her pause the video and blink. “Strange…” She mumbled. Noticing the time, she decided that this would be the last video she watched before going to bed. She brushed off the bodily revolution, and pressed play.

Once the video ended, the (h/c) haired girl started to get ready for bed. She got into her pj’s and crawled onto her soft mattress, then plugged in her phone and rested her head on her pillow. Her eyes closed, the sound of rain helping to lull her to sleep, her last thoughts remained on Niall. Although strange, she didn’t seem to mind.

The next morning she was awoken by the sound of her phone vibrating against the wood of her nightstand. She grumbled and reached over to retrieve it, her tangled hair sticking out wildly. She turned on the screen, and saw that she had gotten a text from Niall. A smile creeped up on her lips as she unlocked her phone to read it. /Hey, (y/n) are u doing anything for lunch?/ She squinted to read the time in the corner of her screen. It was already 11:30 am. “Oh wow…” She scoffed, realizing she was actually hungry… and had to pee. /I haven’t planned anything. Did u wanna go get something?/ She replied hastily, then looked out the window. It was sunny for once. Within a few seconds, Niall responded. /I dunno I had this new recipe for these chicken slider things and I knew u liked chicken so I thought u’d be down to meme./ (Y/n) chuckled and texted back. /I’ll be over in a few just gotta get dressed n’ shit. Don’t start without me./ /I’ll try not to ;D/ /Weirdo/ /I’ll take that as a compliment/ /;p/ (Y/n) put her phone back on her nightstand and quickly got dressed. She threw on a t-shirt without a bra and then pulled a hoodie over that, not really bothered with her lazy appearance. She and Niall were good friends, there really wasn’t a reason to get all dressy. After sliding on a pair of worn jeans and her boots, she grabbed her wallet, keys, and phone, and headed out of her apartment.

She parked across the street from Niall’s building, and got out of her car. Her boots clunked against the asphalt as she paced over to the doors of his apartment complex. She walked into the building and up the stairs to Niall’s flat, and then knocked gently. She heard some rustling around from inside, then stepped back as the door opened. Niall stood in a sweatshirt and lounge pants. His strawberry blonde hair was tousled haphazardly, giving him the same kind of look as his friend. “Come on in.” He smirked and opened the door wider so (Y/n) could enter his apartment. As she walked past, her shoulder gently brushed against his chest, causing her cheeks to suddenly heat up. She swallowed, and shook the thoughts out of her head once again. “Let’s get cooking, I’m starving.” She chuckled to hide her awkwardness, kicking off her boots and placing them near the door. “That’s why I invited you over, isn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow with a sarcastic smile. “Don’t get snarky, I’ll beat your ass.” She joked and threw one if his throw pillows at him. He caught it and tossed it back on the couch. “That’s because it’s the only part of my body you can reach.” He teased, causing her to glare. “Bitch.” She chuckled. “Jerk.” He replied. “Just show me the recipe.” She rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen. Niall’s smile grew as he followed her. He pulled out his phone and handed it to her with the recipe pulled up. “Seems doable.” Her eyebrows flexed together as she read. The device let out a sudden ding, and a text message from Roman dropped down from the top. /Hey hey hey how’s the date going furfag? xDddd/ She didn’t mean to read it, but couldn’t stop herself. The text made her blush and giggle, causing Niall to snatch the phone away from her out of embarrassment. “Stupid fucking idiot…” He growled, his cheeks growing a fierce crimson. “Sorry about that, you know Roman..” “Yeah, haha,” she chuckled and brushed a strand of hair out of her face before walking over to the counter where a deboned chicken sat. “Let’s get this started, eh?” “Please.” He sighed and grabbed some buns out of his pantry and some cheese out of the fridge. He placed the buns in a cookie pan and sprinkled the mozzarella on the bottoms then watched as (Y/n) began to spread the rotisserie chicken evenly over the bread. His eyes absently began to wander her form. Her wide hips, and her beautiful (h/c) hair. Even her (e/c) eyes made his throat tighten as they concentrated on the task at hand. He liked her. A lot. For awhile now he’d been trying to find an excuse to hang out with her, and now that he had one, he couldn’t find many words to explain his feelings. Hell, he doubted she even cared. He was just a face on YouTube, and apparently a lesbian looking one at that. He sighed, earning a glance from his friend. “Everything okay Mr. Pyrosanical?” (Y/n) asked in a mocking tone, using the Stomedy version of his name. He quickly buried all signs of his actual feelings and smiled again. “Aw hell yeah. Just can’t wait to get that meat in my mouth, boi.” He rubbed his hands together, and preheated the oven to bake the sliders. “You love my meat in your mouth don’t you, you dirty snag?” She winked as she spoke in Tracer’s squeaky voice, completely unaware of the thoughts that her words provoked in Niall’s mind. He closed the oven, then leaned against the counter to look at her with an amused expression. “I’d prefer Roadhog.” He replied. “Of course you would.” She rolled her eyes again and began to walk out of the kitchen. “Where you off to?” Niall asked. “I gotta pee, is that alright master Pyro?” She joked. “Only if you put the seat back up.” He called after her, snorting when he got a middle finger in response. A deep breath escaped his lips as he went to respond to Roman. /You dumb asshole she had my phone/ He hit send, and a few moments later his phone buzzed. /How was I supposed to know/ /Cunt/ /Have u smashd her like button yet ;O ;) / Niall pursed his lips and grumbled at Roman’s reply. /Fuck u mate we havent even eaten yet/ /Have dessert first kno what I mean Xd/ /Kill yourself/ /Gladly/ /Gtg u dumb slut/ /Kiss u later gayboy unless she beats me to it/ /Fag/ / <3 / He laughed and put his phone back in his pocket. The suggestive thoughts returned to his mind as he hear (Y/n) finish washing her hands and exit the restroom. “Aaah, much better. My bladder is happy.” She said in a giddy tone. Niall shook his head and chuckled. “What are you laughing at?” She glared. “You.” He smirked. “Well no shit, why?” She crossed her arms with a soft grin. “I dunno.” He lied. “Butthole.” She punched his arm and opened the oven to slide in the pan, then set it to bake. “Better watch your mouth, that kind of language will get your Twitter shut down.” He poked at her. “Mleh.” Her tongue stuck out. She turned around, only to be met by Niall’s chest. His mild scent brought her heart into her throat. She looked up slowly and met his mesmerizing blue-green eyes. His gaze was intense yet gentle at the same time, holding her (e/c) gaze captive. Her heartbeat sped up as one of his hands came up to her cheek. Her hand came up to rest on his chest. “(Y/n)…” He spoke softly, brushing another bit of stray hair out of her face. His confidence grew as her eyebrows began to arch with curiosity. “I need to tell you something.” “What is it, Niall?” Her voice was barely audible. This felt like one of her dreams, and any moment she’d wake up, making her want to hold on so much more. Her fingers dug gently into his hoodie. “I… I like you. A lot. More than a lot actually,” He let out a breathy laugh. “And I wanted to know if you felt the same?” (Y/n) smiled brightly and leaned her face into his palm slightly. “Yeah, I think I do, unfortunately.” She began to giggle but was suddenly stopped by a warm pressure against her lips. It felt as if the world just stopped. Her eyes snapped closed as she melted into Niall’s tall form. Their lips moved together with a new desperation neither of them had felt in some time, until they both had to break off to breathe. (Y/n)’s teeth raked against her bottom lip causing a deep, hungry groan to rumble in Niall’s throat. She could feel the hot tension between them both, and quickly acted. Her soft lips pressed against the underside of his jaw, slowly moving down to his neck. Niall’s grip shifted from her face to her lower back, and then to her ass. He gave it a rough squeeze, earning a yelp from her. He grinned with lust-filled eyes, and took advantage of her broken concentration to press his lips back to hers, pushing her back into the warm oven. He broke off, breathing heavily, before placing feverish kisses on her neck and behind her jaw. “Mmh… Niall…” She moaned gently, her grip tightening on his hoodie. Hearing his name spurred a fire deep inside him, causing him to bite down hungrily on the nape of her neck. “Niall!” She yelped out, and pressed her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. “Fuck, I love that…” He growled and began to guide her out of the kitchen, not once allowing space to grow between their heated bodies. He waited until he felt his couch collide with the back of her knees before pushing her down onto it. Her hands stroked through his soft hair, messing it up further as she continued to kiss him. Niall’s body kept hers caged against the couch, his arms the only things keeping them from being pressed together. Their lips parted for another brief moment, allowing them both to take in the view of each other. (Y/n)’s rosy, warm face made Niall’s breath hitch. “I want you.” He said with his low, predatory voice. His accent was clouded with lust. “I want you too, Niall…” (Y/n) breathed. She ran the pad of her thumb over his defined cheekbone. Her words were enough permission for him to continue his advance. His hand drifted down her torso, stopping at the bottom of her jacket. He began to lift it off of her, leaning back onto his legs so he could use both arms. Once it was off, he threw it onto the chair across the room and then went back for her shirt. She sat, her bare chest exposed to the chilly air of the room. Her arms quickly came up to cover her breasts. Niall’s hands gently gripped her wrists and held them over her head with her consent. “Don’t hide yourself from me… I want to see you.” He kissed her gently on the forehead, a gesture she wasn’t expecting. She let out a moan as he began to kiss her collar bone, and then through the valley of her breasts. He repositioned his hands so that he could gently caress one of them. His lips covered one of her nipples and began to suck. Her wrists twisted and strained against his stern grasp, her breathing grew ragged and littered with moans of arousal. Niall nipped gently at her skin, causing her to yell out once more. “Ah!” Her back arched slightly, and her legs scissored underneath him. He smirked and kissed the mark he had made. His hand grazed the soft skin of her stomach as it made its way to the waistband of her jeans. He thumbed at the button before beginning to pull them off of her legs. She kicked them the rest of the way off. Niall looked down at her as she squirmed and groaned beneath him. Her movements made his pants even tighter than they were. Seeing how desperate she was to touch him, he finally released her. Without hesitation, she grabbed his hoodie and yanked it off of his torso. “You’re such an ass…” She smiled. “Why’s that?” He chuckled, allowing her to remove his shirt. “Making me all heated like that… Shame on you. Especially when you’re not breaking a sweat.” She teased, running her hands through his hair again. He grinned. “That was the aim.” Niall kissed her neck, pushing her back down onto the sofa. He shifted himself so that his hips nestled between hers. His hand rubbed her wetted underwear, being sure to stroke around her core, driving her insane. She pulled at his hair. “Niall please… please…” She begged, pressing her head back into the cusion. He laughed, and slid down her small body until his head was between her thighs. She was beautifully curved, with the perfect amount of weight on her hips and legs. “God you’re hot…” He said against her. She moaned and lifted her hips impatiently, unable to find any other words. “Niall please… Oh my God…” She pleaded with him, her eyes closed tightly. Niall removed her underwear, leaving her completely naked. He took in her beautiful form for a moment before kissing gently around her womanhood. He dipped his tongue into her and licked slowly at first, making it so that he covered her entire entrance. “Ah! Mmh!” (Y/n) bit down harshly on her lip as she felt Pyro slip a finger into her. The sudden pleasure made her head spin. As he began to pump his hand into her, he lifted himself back over her, and pressed their lips together. She moaned against him, unable to speak. His pace quickened a bit, pushing her closer to her peak. “Oh my God… Oh my God… Niall! Niall! I’m gonna cum…” She began to moan with a ferocity. He went harder until stopping suddenly, leaving her gasping. She struggled to keep her breath steady, only able to question him by biting at his lips. He smiled. “I’ve never seen you like this… I love it.” He said. “So vulnerable.” “Sh… Shut up… Asshole…” She sighed out heavily, and pushed her hips into his. He stood up to remove his pants and boxers, revealing his bare erection. (Y/n) gasped inwardly at his size. He was bigger than she had expected. Sitting up, she reached out and took him in her hand, leaning forward to place her lips around him, but she was stopped by a hand on her chin. Niall pulled her eyes to his. “Not now… I can’t wait any longer.” He spoke gruffly. She nodded and lay back down, watching as he pushed himself between her legs once again. She rutted her hips upward, rubbing her core against his length. He groaned and took a sharp breath at the sensation. “Oohh fuck…” He growled and stroked himself against her wet lips. “Please Niall…” She begged again gripping the couch. With a painfully slow action, he began to press his head into her tight entrance. Her muscles tensed around him as he pushed in inch by inch. “Holy shit, (Y/n)…” He gasped, and looked up into her bright (e/c) eyes. His breath quickened abruptly as she bucked her hips into him. His lip curled slightly as he tried his hardest not to slam into her. His teeth dug into her shoulder, both of them beginning to pick up their pace. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Their bodies rocked together with a mix of skin against skin and horny moans. He thrust into her with a frustrated strength, pressing her into the couch with each movement. “Oohh fuck… fuck… (Y/n)…” His groans grew more feverish as he got closer and closer to his release. “Mhm! Shit! Niall!” She moaned out, rocking her hips along with his, pushing his full length into her. “I’m cumming! Niall!” “Me… too…” Niall gasped, his thrusts growing quicker and more ravenous. Her moans filled his apartment as she began to climax. Niall put a hand over her mouth and muffled her screams. He pushed her to her release before pulling out and stroking himself to his own. He came on her stomach, breathing heavily. All the muscles in his body flexed. “Fuck!” He snarled.

(Y/n) stared up at Niall with tired eyes, and smiled. “You ass.” She sat up and smacked him on the chest. He grinned back and stood to grab a towel to help her clean off. “Sorry ‘bout that.” He snarked. “No you’re not.” She giggled, kissing his shoulder as he wiped her stomach clean. “You’re right, I’m not.” Niall winked and kissed her passionately. She lay back down on the couch and picked his hoodie off the floor to cover herself with. He returned to see her half asleep in his jacket. With a soft smile, he lay down next to her and pulled her to his chest. She grinned in return and snuggled closer. Just as they both got comfortable, the oven let out a loud beep, signaling that their food was done. Niall grumbled, and tightened his grip around (Y/n). “Hey, they were your idea…” She mumbled into his chest. “You’re the one who’s hungry.” He refuted. “Go check the damn oven.” “Fine… But I’m not happy about it.” He sighed and got up from the couch. “Love you.” “Whatever.”

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