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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 3 years

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I’ve been thinking about one piece of dialogue Violet has when you’re walking back to Ericson, right before the bridge: “I've always wanted a basketball hoop.”

One of the issues I’ve always had with Violet’s writing throughout the whole season is that it never feels like she has anything to call her own. So much of her story revolves around Minerva and Clementine, which would be fine if I also felt like I got to know her more than I do.

Like... aside from survival, what gets Violet out of bed every morning? What does she like? We always hear about things she doesn’t like, but what does Violet do that is hers? I mean within the text of the story, not headcanons. Aside from her romantic relationships, there really isn’t something so tied to her character, if that makes sense. Something that’s in a more positive light.... though I guess her relationships aren’t always that positive.

I get that when the twins died, Violet shut down a little bit and turned everyone away, but do they ever make a point to be like “Violet used to enjoy doing this, but when the twins died, she stopped and hasn’t picked it up since.” because for the life of me, I can’t think of anything.

Everyone memeified the chicken nugget thing but that doesn’t add much to her character. She makes Clementine a pin, but admits that artsy stuff isn’t her thing. I get that’s supposed to make you feel special because she likes you enough to do something she doesn’t like for you, but again, art isn’t her thing. If you say that she likes stars and that’s her thing, that’s not exactly true since it was Clementine who knows about constellations and Violet admits that she knows nothing about that stuff, so they’ll just make it up. I guess you could make the argument that she took an interest in it because of Clementine, and that’s fair, but that’s the thing.... why does Violet’s romance scene take place up on the bell tower in the first place?

Like.... okay, Louis has his romance scene in the music room, right? That makes perfect sense with his character. It’s where we first meet him, and music is so interwoven with his character that it holds together his backstory of why he broke up his parents marriage, his coping mechanism, how the others view him, and how losing his tongue is even more tragic since he won’t ever be able to sing again. So having him and Clementine tune the piano, carving their initials into the piano, him naming a song he wrote after her, it’s all romantic and it makes so much sense. They didn’t do it just because they thought it would be romantic.

The thing I struggle with the Violet scene is that I feel like if I asked the devs why they chose the bell tower and how it ties into her character, they would say “well, it’s romantic under the stars.” like.... they’re only doing it for the sake of romance without thinking about anything else? because when doing that scene we get the terrible mini-game [sorry, but I reeeeally don’t like the mini-game hahaha] and it feels like we’re wasting a little too much time because I’m not learning anything about Violet through it, but we’re also not talking about anything important. The most I learn is that if I remain silent, then Violet will say that Minerva reminds her of the fish constellation: “Bright, pretty, good with other people. Always moving, tons of energy.”

Which, by they way, Clementine’s face when she says that? Oof.

By the end of the mini-game, Violet finally says something about how she didn’t mean to talk so much, and how how she’s watched people leave before and all that.... stuff that I already know about her, and it’s not that it isn’t important for her to admit that she wants us here and she can’t imagine what it would be like if we weren’t now, because it is.... I guess I just want everything to tie together better?

Okay, when we first see Violet, she’s laying up on a high wall and you could link that to the bell tower [high places], but she never mentions it or how she goes up there when she needs the quiet until that very moment. And the more I think about it, I’m like..... why didn’t they give her something?

Violet’s supposed to be this character who needs to warm up to you, who has shut everyone out for a year, she’s not a people person and has a hard time relating to others, she snarky and can come off as aggressive, she knows how to fight, she was in a romantic relationship with Minerva, she’s close with Tenn, she’s got a strained relationship with Brody and hates Marlon and...... like okay, this is going to sound harsh and I don’t like it either, but sometimes if feels like the writers neglected parts of her character for the sake of focusing on her relationships with Minerva and Clementine, that when you take them away, there isn’t a lot left... as if Violet’s only important or special if she’s in some sort of relationship with Clementine and I don’t like that.

Characters, like people, should be more than just their sexuality and relationships. If Violet and Louis are supposed to be important characters in the game, they need to stand on their own outside of Clementine.

You guys know me, you know every time I play I romance and save Louis, but in doing that, I learn pretty much nothing about Violet and that’s dumb. At least when you romance and save Violet, you know about Louis and his tie to music. The most I tie Vi to is Minnie and aggression because she and I spend two episodes butting heads about most things until she’s captured, and then she yells and attacks me in the cells and what was the plan here writers??

I get that they don’t wanna info dump about these characters and they want to leave things for when you play the different routes but that doesn’t change the fact that you didn’t give Violet anything to call her own because even when I played her route, it still didn’t feel like I got to know her and everything was done because you thought just having a queer option smothered in romance that doesn’t have to make sense was enough.

Are my ramblings making sense yet? I dunno!

This leads me to this piece of dialogue you get when Clementine says silent when Violet asks her what her favorite part of her house was: “I've always wanted a basketball hoop.”

Now stick with me a little longer and hear me out........ why wasn’t basketball Violet’s thing? I know this is a bit of a throwaway line that a lot of players probably didn’t even get, but think of the possibilities of extra layers to Violet’s character?

Instead of hanging out on top of a wall when we first see her, Violet’s off dribbling a basketball and shooting hoops when she spots you and Tenn goes to her, and she stops to stare you down as she holds the ball against her hip, or she continues to dribble but now she’s watching Clementine. A little intimidating, but enough to peak your curiosity about the girl shooting hoops.

When Louis says he used to love baseball and Violet says baseball sucks, it’s because this is an inside joke they have about baseball vs basketball.

“Basketball/baseball sucks.”

“YOU suck.”

“Not as much as baseball/basketball.”

Instead of going up to the bell tower, Clementine and Violet shoot hoops together while talking about how Violet’s feeling about the situation, let her get some of those thoughts about Minerva out so they’re not weighing down on her, and then segway into her talking about how she’s glad Clem is here and let the romance/friendship play out. Hell, you could either do this in a gym or outside if you still want them under the stars.

As far as this tying into her backstory, maybe her grandparents had a basketball hoop at their place, and after church her grandma would grab fast food and they’d go home where she and her grandpa would play while grandma watched.

Then when you don’t save her, Violet becoming blind has a whole other layer to it because now she can’t fucking see to shoot hoops, something she genuinely enjoyed and can’t anymore.

This would also compliment Louis and his tie to music. Violet’s more active, aggressive, sporty whereas Louis is musical, artsy and calmer.

I dunno, what do you guys think?

#twdg violet #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg violentine #whoops it got long again #ah well #sometimes I just wanna throw ideas out there #or get something off my chest

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ecoamerica · 21 days

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lordabovehelpme · 3 years

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A Day Spent Alone- Din Djarin x Reader

(This amazing moodboard is done by the wonderful @jedi-jesi !!! Seriously, I love this girl. She’s amaze balls!)

A/n: So here is the next chapter to Days filled with Love. I hope you all enjoy it. Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment, I love hearing what you all have to say. It makes my day! :)

You can find the first part here!

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“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Nervously, you rub over your beskar covered husband.

“We’re going to be fine.”

“Are you sure. Okay so don’t forget the twins diaper bag, it has all the bottles. I pumped every second I could, so you should have more than enough for them. Also, make sure-”

“Cyare,” Grabbing your wrists, he holds your hands still. “We are going to be fine. Stop stressing about it. We will only be gone for a day and a half at most.”

“Remind me why I can’t come.”

“Because you do too much and need some alone time.”

“But I like family time!” Pouting you lean into his body.

His hands release your own and move to rub your back. “I know you do, but everyone needs a day to themselves. Look at me.” Lifting your chin you peer into his visor. “We will be back tomorrow aftertoon and nothing is going to happen while we are gone. Okay?” Nodding you look down at your feet. “Come on mesh’la, I need to hear you say it. Okay?”

“Okay.” You can’t mask the sorrow in your voice, even when the introvert in you screams out in delight.

He raises his helmet from his head and presses one last kiss to your lips. It’s not a fast lustful kiss, but rather a timeless portrayal of his devotion to you. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Glaning up from his chest and over his shoulder, you watch your five kids wait for their father on the Crest. “Tell them I love them.”

“I will, but they already know it.” Giving you one last kiss, he rips himself from your hold and walks over to his ship.

All six of your family members wave their goodbyes and the ramp closes, making your heart long to run after them and demand them to never leave your sight again.

The crest rises slowly and shakily from the ground and you smile. Myles must be flying it.

Recently, Din decided that Myles is old enough to fly his own jet and that at the covert “three year olds were learning to fly so he is more than old enough.” You just raised an eyebrow and didn’t think much of it, yet here you are, watching your son fly the Crest.

Finally, the crest zooms off into the sky and your home becomes silent. What once was a yard filled with laughter and children has become a field of swaying grass. The only sound to comfort you is the soft laps of water that meet the shore.

Well, now what?

You have absolutely no idea what to do. Usually there is at least one kid in your arms while you are cooking some meal. You’re not complaining, you love being a mother, it’s just that… you’re always busy.

“Oh I know! I’ll catch up on that book I never finished!”

Rushing inside you plop yourself down on the couch under a nice fuzzy blanket, you open the book to the last page you read.

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Finally closing the book after having finished it, you look up. Waves crash on the shore as the moon paints shimmers on the water.

A yawn takes over your senses and you're suddenly made aware of how long you've been sitting in the same position. Stretching your legs out, you lift the blanket from your form.

Walking into the kitchen you reach into the fridge and grab the patter of cut fruit your husband has left you. A note rests on the very front.

Cyar’ika- stop worrying and go take a bubble bath. You’ll find a new present on the toilet for when you finish. I love you.

Smiling to yourself, you carefully pin the note to the appliance with a magnet. It fits in perfectly with all the artwork and grocery lists that cover the once wihte fridge.

Taking the platter you walk into the bathroom that is connected to yours and Din’s room. Turning the hot water on, you look at the toilet. On it, rests fancy and expensive perfumes for the water and oils for your skin.

There’s a smaller container that when taken a closer look at, it reveals itself as the facemask you’ve been wanting to try. Another note in his quick chicken scratch handwriting waits for your attention.

Mesh’la- Yeah, I know crazy. I actually pay attention to your skin care. I picked these perfumes out because I know they will work wonders with your already sweet scent. In the closet, you’ll find my last gift. I would recommend going to grab it now. I love you.

Giggling, you practically skip over to your closet. Opening the doors a brand new fuzzy robe hangs in front. You practically moan at how soft it is. Hung underneath it is a new pair of pajamas, loose and silky, just how you like them. On the hanger rests another note.

Cyare- You probably have the biggest smile right now, and I wish I was there to kiss it off your face. But tonight is a night about you. Just you. No kids begging for your attention and no “whiny grumpy tin can” either. Enjoy your time alone. I love you so much. P.S. I want to see you in these pajamas when I get home.

Setting his note on your dresser you grab the clothes from their hanger and bring them into the bathroom with you. The scent of lavender and honey floods the tiled room as you pour the perfumes into the steaming water.

Shrugging off your clothes you step one foot into the water, perfect temperature. Your other foot follows and soon your chest is under the surface. Every muscle relaxes and you lean your head back, allowing a long overdue sigh to be released.

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Birds chirp and sing as the sun rises. Your eyelids flutter open and your heart swells at the thought of your family coming home today.

Walking down the stairs, the house is bright and the various indoor plants you have seem more alive than ever. Looking out the large window of the living room, light dances over the lake’s surface.

You can still hardly believe that this land belongs to your family. No more flying around with the Crest being your only home. No more cramped sleeping quarters with no room to spread your limbs. No more crappy camping stove.

Now you’re a woman with two stoves! And a house that has more windows than you’ve ever seen before. And a place to call home for your family to thrive.

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You’ve spent all morning laying on the beach and soaking the sun up. Where could they be?

It’s too quiet without them running around, it was nice at first, but now you miss their voices.

As if on cue, the Crest flys over the horizon and you gasp. Your heart jumps and a smile breaks out onto your face. Rushing out the door, you wait for your family to arrive.

Slowly, the ship lands and you can see Myles on Din’s lap in the cockpit. His little hands grasp the yoke and under his helmet you know his eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration.

As the feet touch the ground, the hatch clicks and starts to fall. “MOMMY!” Reeza yells out and she jumps down from the hatch. Her little feet carry her as fast as she can over to you.

Falling onto your knees and opening your arms, she slams into your embrace. Your arms wrap around her and cradle her further into your hold.

“Mommy I missed you!”

“I missed you too sweetheart.”

“GAH!” Looking up you watch as Grogu scurries down the opened hatch and runs over to you. As fast as he can, he makes his way over to you.

Opening one of your arms, you scoop him up and pull him into the hug you and Reeza are sharing.

“MOM! Did you see me? Dad let me fly!” Myles emerges from the ship and also runs into your open arms, helmet left on the ground.

“I did see you, you did great! I’m so proud of you!”

“I HAVE TO USE THE POTTY!” Reeza yells out before wiggling from your embrace and rushing into the house.

Laughing you just tuck Myles and Grogu further into your neck. “I missed you guys so much.”

“Did you have fun by yourself Mommy?”

“You know, I really didn’t. It was nice but having you guys in my arms beats anything else.”

Myles leans back, his eyes scan over your face, searching and analyzing your facial expressions. His eyebrows knit together and he just offers you a nod before leaning back into your arms. A gesture so uniquely your husbands there is no doubt in your mind that he is his child.

“I love you Mommy.”

“Love you too.” Pressing a kiss to Grogu’s head you smile, “Love you both so much.” His large eyes are closed as his little fingers grasp at your shirt.

After a minute they decide that they’ve hugged you too long and squirm from your embrace, rushing into the house. You can only smile wider and laugh as Grogu follows his brothers every step. If only Myles knew how much his siblings adored and looked up to him.

“Where's my hug and kiss?”

Gasping you look up. There, standing tall as ever, is your husband with a twin in each arm. Isabet is curled against his chest as she sleeps, you’ve never met a child who can sleep as much as she can.

In the other arm Tobbi coos and babbles while his arms reach out for you. However, when Din walks closer you realize his arms aim more towards your chest. His little golden eyes are trained on the low cut of your shirt. Giggling you notice how your husband has the same greedy look at your exposed flesh.

Taking your son from his arms his little fingernails scratch at your neckline and he babbles. “You’d think I never fed the little womp rat.”

“He just takes after his father.” You brush away Tobbi’s tuff of brown curls and press kiss after kiss to his face. He giggles and it makes your heart swell with love.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hmm, never full and always wanting a peak at my boob? Sounds pretty similar to me.” Wide eyed, your husband stops his hand midair as it was making way towards one of your mounds. Laughing, you lean up and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He growls and grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his lips. “Missed you too much,” he moves to nip at your jaw, “love you so much.”

It’s hard to stop your smile as his scruff tickles your skin and just from the absolute overwhelming feeling of being adored.

Isabet stirs and one of her eyes open. “Mmm… ma… mama!” Her arms fly in the air and she is suddenly wide awake.

Both you and Din freeze, your eyes meet and you share the unspoken question of, “Did she just?”

“MAMA!” Isabets small arms raise and her eyes tear up. Your husband lifts her so she is right in front of your face.

You attack her with kisses and your own eyes tear up. “Yes! Mama! That’s me!” Ticking her tiny tummy her frustrated tears turn into giggles.

“Good job, adi’ka, yes this is Mama. Can you say Dada?”

She turns her little head and gives him the meanest scowl you’ve ever seen. But when she turns back to you, her face lights up and a smile forms again. Your husband scoffs.

“Oh don’t be jealous, both Myles and Reeza said your name first.”

Taking both twins into your arms, you smile as Din wraps his arms around you. “I’m not jealous.” He says in his very obviously jealous voice.

“Mm hmm, okay. Whatever you say.”

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Next Part: Snow Day

Goodness, I love them all so much. If you haven’t been able to tell yet, Isabet may or may not be based off of Pero Tovar and I love it. She’s my favorite little grump of a child.

I hope you guys liked it!

As always, feedback is always appreciated.

Love, Lordy :)

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Birthday Boyos

A/N: A quick little fluff piece I thought would be cute for the twins. Hope y’all like!

It was a disaster. A beautiful, glorious disaster. Honestly, you can’t remember the last time you had smiled this hard. Your cheeks burned with fatigue, but damn if you couldn’t stop. How does that old saying go? The road to hell is paved with good intentions. You and the gang could proudly say just that.

The cake was lopsided and the caramel for the apples was burning away on the stove. It had all gone up in smoke, literally. That's fine. At least the cupcakes were still good. Levi groans heavily. “I had one job.” He looks down distastefully at the tar like caramel. “It looks so much easier on my anime…” The goop blorps back up at him offended.

“It’s fine,” You come up behind him to glance at the concoction. You wrinkle your nose at the jiggling glob. “You know Beel will love it regardless. Think of it as adding… a smokey flavor.” He scoffs dismissively but pulls out another pan to try again. You don’t take it personally, the smile you wanted to see was there when you left. Moving from his station you peak out into the hall. You had to check on your “guard”.

“Need some help?” You ask, making a point of firmly shutting the kitchen door behind you.

“Nope,” Mammon gurgles sarcastically from the headlock Beelzebub had him in. His dark skin slowly growing a deep shade of purple. “”M just peachy. H-how bout you Satan?”

“No complaints here.” Came his brother’s dry remark. He looked up at you from the floor, just as disheveled as the second born. Clearly he had been thrown to the floor from the Beel’s back. You nod, hiding a laugh behind a well placed cough. You round on Belphie.

“You not going to help?”

He shrugs from his place on the balcony railing. “I want in too.” He hugs his body pillow nonplus. He was content to just watch his twin decimate his older brothers.

“Well, it’s not much of a surprise if you peak now.” You try to reason. He clearly didn’t care, and neither did his twin.

“I smell cake.” Beel pouts.

“I- I bet big guy.” Mammon crokes hand desperately patting at Beel’s curled bicep to let him up.

“Killing Mammon isn’t going to get you cake any faster.” You say eyeing the a vivid array of colors Mammon was turning. It was starting to get worrying. “Let him up.”

“What?” Beel looks down. “Oh-sorry I forgot.” Mammon collapses next to Satan (who wasn’t even trying to get up) clutching his neck and coughing. “Can I eat now?” The red head throws you the most pathetic look.

“How about this, give us till the end of the day and I’ll make sure you get a second cake all to yourself.” You bargain. Beel’s eyes light up at the thought. “Only,” You add quickly. “Only if you and Belphie can behave.”

“Oi!”

You both ignore sloth’s protest eyes solely on his twin. Beel nods and scoops up Belphie despite his protests. He heads back to their room without a word. Satisfied that you would be left alone at least for a few more hours you turn to the other two still on the ground. “You two going to make it?” You ask, offering a hand to the fallen brothers.

“I think only my pride has been damaged,” Satan says. He dusts himself off with a huff. “I wasn’t expecting him to body check me over food.”

“Really?”

Satan shakes his head. “Well-I thought I would at least get a warning.”

“Lucky you.” You and Satan turn to Mammon. He rubs at his sore throat and throws his cracked sunglasses to the floor. “Why’d you get the soft treatment.”

“Good looks, renowned intellect, a sense of self-preservation…” The blonde starts ticking off his fingers.

“Ok! Ya know what!” Mammon swats at his brother’s hands. You leave the two to bicker after giving them one more look over and a promise to sneak a few cupcakes off for just the two of them as a thank you.

Once back in the kitchens you grab back up your piping bag. “How’re the decorations going Asmo?”

“Fabulously! They are resting now! Want some help with the candy pearls?”

“Yes, please. Did you finish chilling that second cake? I told you we would need it.” You add a little flourish to the cursive letting of the cake. Wasn’t the prettiest but Asmo gave it a thumbs up anyway. Tossing the empty bags and bowls into the sink you look to Levi. “Hey, Levi, if the apples are ready to cool can you check on Lucifer? I think we are all set to get this party started!”

“Hai~”

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“Happy Birthday!” The room at large shouts together. Confetti and balloons drop from the ceiling. The latter rattling noisily as they plummet to the ground, the candies inside bouncing on impact.

“Look, Belphie it’s you!” Beel grins around a large mouthful of icing and marbled cake putting a cupcake on his twin’s plate. The little sleeping cow made of icing rest peacefully on its dark chocolate base. The youngest looks delighted at the detailing, his eyes shifting to the dessert table ladened with sleeping bovine.

“Make sure to save some more for me ok?” Beel nods, already eyeing the table bowing with smoked meats and sweetbreads, a present from Barbatos and Diavolo. “Thanks.” Belphie comes up to you. He pulls you close into a one-armed hug looking out at all the festivities. You press a light kiss to his cheek pushing a neatly wrapped gift into his chest. Half eaten cupcake forgotten he turns his full attention to the package. It was lumpy and had some give when he squeezed it. How exciting. Belphie unwraps it slowly, taking his time with the tape and edges of the fragile paper. “Oh…” He gasps holding up his present to eye level.

“Hope you like it,” You grin. “I remember you eyeing it last time we were top-side.” He hugs the corgi pillow close to his chest breathing in deeply. You didn’t know it but your scent lingered in the soft fabric. It added the perfect final touch to this thoughtful gift.

“What did you get Beel?” He asks, pulling at the dog's little pink tongue.

“Luci helped me get him some new weights and I ordered some specialty protein powders from the human realm. They were banned for human consumption, but I found a dealer. I don’t think Beel would have a problem with them. I also still need to give him his birthday kiss.”

Belphie side eyes you then his brother. “Hmph, he seems busy. I want it.”

You laugh but pull him in for another. He was one of the birthday boys after all.

#obey me fandom #obey me belphegor #Obey me beelzebub #mini fic

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laceymorganwrites · 3 years

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On with the show

Word count: 2, 181

Pairing: Nikki Sixx!Kuroo x reader

Warnings: mentions of drug abuse, swearing, mentions of cheating and overall asshole behavior, description of childhood abuse, description of a disgusting apartment, mentions of sex

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Tetsuro knew what he wanted. And he´d get it. No matter what.

He had been desperately trying to make it in the metal scene of Tokyo but to no avail. Rock n roll was dead, hard rock and anything remotely close to metal even more so.

It was unfair and he felt like a ghost. Tetsuro wanted to be seen. He wanted the acknowledgment of others to replace the void in his heart that came from the neglect in his childhood.

Well, it was more than just neglect, but he was way too sober to dive into that right now.

Growing up when pop and safe lyrics poisoned the radio stations and he wanted to rip out his hearing organs every fucking time, he felt like an outsider.

Maybe he was born into the wrong time. It was so unfair to him.

Nowadays everyone could do and be whatever they wanted, so everyone told him.

But in reality, nobody wanted heavy riffs, smashing drums or high pitched screams. Nobody cared about rock n roll anymore, it was dead. Sure modern artists tried and failed to revive it, but whatever shitty music they made, it was a fucking sin to compare it to rock.

Heavy didn´t mean autotune, heavy didn´t mean lyrics being written by twelve different people, heavy didn´t mean censored.

Everyone preferred staged and picture perfect boy groups, it made Tetsuro sick to his stomach. They could all suck it. He hated fake people so much, it made him rage.

Without any friends of his age, he snaked his way through various bands and played gigs in almost every club in Tokyo.

Tetsuro was a loner, a loser with an ego way out of perspective. He didn´t care that he couldn´t play bass, he did anyway. He wanted to be like his idols, wanted to be the savior of heavy music.

But all he was, was a little kid with too much free time.

Other kids his age would go to college at this point, not Tetsuro though.

He moved out of his dad´s place as soon as possible, his mom having divorced him back when he was in middle school, leaving him with scars and a broken home.

His dad was an asshole, emotionally manipulating and abusing him. Like any abuser, it wasn´t always bad. There were good times, he took him to all the concerts he wanted to go to. He didn´t yell at him when he found weed in his bag.

Instead he brought home so many women, Tetsuro couldn´t even remember their faces, let alone their names. Every day he was told what a slob and disappointment he was, why he had to make the life of his dad so hard, that it was no wonder his mom left.

Like a fucking idiot he went looking for her, only to be left with nothing but a broken heart.

So, he tried everything to gain the approval that he never got in his childhood from bad influences.

He quit school, worked his ass off to get a guitar and then auditioned for whatever band needed someone right now.

For about thirty minutes to an hour, he felt like someone important, like the rockstar he always wanted to be.

He felt invincible.

Still, no band ever stuck with him, they just kicked him out every time they found out he either fucked their sister or girlfriend, had consumed all of their alcohol and drugs or stole their money.

Tetsuro met Koutaro in a diner after he broke up with his most recent band.

Koutaro was a drummer for his own band at the time and fuck did he fit the job description.

His energy was off the charts and they hit it off instantly, soon their legacy as the terror twins was born.

And fuck did they own that name.

Tetsuro had plans, he wanted to be at the top of the rock n roll scene, wanted to have the band that everyone talked about, the band that sold out clubs every night.

And he´d have it.

He´d have it at the cost of losing everything.

They found Keishin through an ad online.

He was older than them, but very promising. ´Loud, rude, aggressive guitarist´, if that didn´t sound absolutely perfect.

Now, all they needed was a singer.

Yuuji didn´t have the ambitions that Tetsuro had, he was in a band to get laid.

He could sing good enough, but never went past the point of singing for a shitty cover band, why should he make an effort anyway?

Every night he could get all the girls he wanted and they were hanging on his every word.

He felt like a god.

At first he didn´t want to audition for the band, they were all losers who looked the part, fucking weirdos in platform boots, high heels and make up, not to mention the gruesome hair.

But then again, Koutaro did let him sleep in his van when Yuuji was kicked out by his parents…

The least he could do was go to one of their jam sessions.

He took his girlfriend at the time with him because she had a car and would drive him everywhere.

Yuuji didn´t earn much, the band was his only income, making him just one of many starving artists.

He wasn´t with her because he loved her and she knew it, she wasn´t either.

She was with him for the sex and the fame, he was with her cause she had money and would buy him things, mostly clothes.

When he arrived he was met with a bunch of losers and regretted everything.

The apartment was small, barely fitting all the instruments.

Tetsuro greeted Yuuji when he arrived, eyeing his girlfriend in an annoyed way, he hated entitled girls like her.

Everything about her screamed: ´I´m better than you´ and she didn´t hesitate to tell them that Yuuji only deserved the best band and that they sucked.

Most of the guys ignored that, Koutaro being too busy greeting Yuuji very loudly and bathing in nostalgia.

Keishin was tuning his guitar, not really paying attention. He told them beforehand that he was in it for the long haul and that he´d leave immediately if they weren´t up to his standards.

Yuuji´s girlfriend sat down on their dirty couch, eyeing them with a critical eye and crossing her arms.

As soon as the first note hit, it felt like magic.

Tetsuro couldn´t describe it in any other way, it was overwhelming and he felt a sense of euphoria, a distant feeling of happiness he never knew.

Everything fell into place, it just felt right.

It wasn´t long before their legacy was born, before Tokyo either hated or loved them.

And the band liked their haters more.

Yuuji and Koutaro moved in with Tetsuro in his tiny apartment, barely spacious enough to house only one person, let alone three.

But they didn´t have money, it was the only way.

Their place was a mess and soon to be the place to be when it came to parties.

Of course the noise complaints kept coming, as did the bills, but they never paid.

The apartment was infested with bugs and cockroaches, Koutaro made it a habit to burn them with hairspray and a lighter.

The fridge didn´t work, neither did the warm water. In fact hardly anything worked the way it should.

Their bathroom was a mess, as was their kitchen and living room.

The boys were too lazy to clean, not that they knew how to, or had the money to buy the utensils.

It was horrible.

When Tetsuro thought back on those times, a shudder overcame him.

How were they manage to survive those circumstances?

Drugs really did wonders…

He remembered not possessing a trash can and just throwing the trash out of the window in their backyard where it would eventually pile up and earn them more complaints.

Hell, their neighbors thought someone died there.

Fuck, they were such idiots and that wasn´t even the worst part.

The ´band house´ as they lovely called it even though it was really just an apartment that was way too small and dirty beyond anything, soon became the place to be when it was about parties.

All of it was so ironic.

They did absolutely everything to be cool, accepted and in the scene.

Including but by far not limited to: hosting parties with about 50 people in an apartment meant for one, Tetsuro setting his leather jacket on fire to prove how cool and edgy he was, Yuuji fucking literally everyone´s girlfriend and Koutaro making a girl squirt all over a fruit bowl that just appeared mysteriously some day.

They were a gang. A gang of fucking idiots.

And they were proud of it too…

Proud of fucking everything that they shouldn´t, then sticking their dicks in burritos to hide the smell of another woman from their girlfriends, proud of cheating and lying and being loud and rude and obnoxious.

They felt like the absolute kings, like the peak of the scene when icons were sniffing cocaine on their couch.

Idols they looked up to.

Idols that would hate them eventually.

Now that he had you in his arms it all felt so surreal to Tetsuro.

Everything that he did, it felt so… unfair in some way.

He didn´t deserve you, he pushed you away so many times after all, but you always stayed. You were persistent and stubborn.

Tetsuro was convinced you were the best thing in his life.

Fuck the band, fuck the fame, fuck the money, the fake friends, the drugs especially.

All he needed was you.

He couldn´t even remember how you two met, it was all a blur.

Were you a groupie in the beginning? He didn´t know.

What he did know is that you were always there, like some sort of angel.

Maybe you were.

Perhaps you were sent from heaven, or more likely hell, to escort him there.

Whatever it was, he was glad you were there.

If you weren´t, he´d be dead by now.

Actually, even with you, he should be dead.

Thinking back on his youth, he always felt sick to his core, they were such a bunch of idiotic losers.

What they did to the girls was unforgivable, hell, who the fuck had a routine when it came to fucking girls that were in a relationship?

They did.

They only had one bed in the apartment and they took turns, when they were done with one girl, another came through the window, already undressing.

And the worst thing was that they were proud of it, they felt like kings.

After all they recorded an album in four days, renting the cheapest studio they could find with money they stole.

It was a mess, but it was fun at the time.

That was before everything went to shit.

And it was already on the verge back then.

Tetsuro always wondered why you were even with him.

You knew damn well that he was never home, always touring and doing fuck knows what there.

Of course it wasn´t that bad anymore, but before you made things official, he was the biggest asshole one could imagine.

Even after you got together, he still was.

And still you stayed with him.

Did you simply feel responsible for him or was there something more? Did you stay because you always believed in the good in him?

It was a silly thought and yet it was all he had, all he wanted to believe himself.

Thinking that you thought there was good in him left made him feel better about himself.

Were you an angel on his shoulder or a distant dream?

A vision from his drugged up days that was so persistent it stayed throughout everything.

Tetsuro learned that thinking too much never led to good things, it mostly led to more self doubts.

However if he didn´t think about it, he thought he could never show his gratitude the right way.

After everything you´ve been through, after everything you fixed in him, he didn´t want to imagine a life without you.

You surpassed being a mere human, you were his savior, you were the one who called the ambulance all those years ago, the one he saw when he woke up and the one he saw after the second OD.

For him you were always there and he never questioned it, to be fair, he didn´t care about anything in his youth, it was all temporary to him.

Anything that wasn´t scared him, though he couldn´t help but be the edgy fuck that chased those fears, facing and fighting them. Though he´d much rather kiss you.

A faint smile painted his lips as he pulled you closer to him, doing just that, a satisfied hum leaving his lips.

Life like this was nice.

Life without drugs, without toxic people in it, a quiet life he never knew he always wanted.

Life with a love he never thought he deserved.

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lovemychoices · 4 years

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The Lost Prince - TRR AU [Epilogue] / TRH : Royal Rhys [Prologue]

After being married for three years and unable to produce an heir, Liam and Riley are about to give up when Liam gets an unexpected news that changes his life forever.

Genre : Romance, Drama

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them

Word count : 2k++

Chapter Summary: 28 years later...

A/N : One stories closes another begins. I’ve decided to put the epilogue of The Lost Prince and prologue for the sequel together because it seems to work.

TRH : ROYAL RHYS, is a sequel set 28 years later from the events of THE LOST PRINCE. Theon and his siblings are all grown up. The OG will still be in the series from time to time but it’s mainly about the kids. 😊

Sorry for any typo’s and grammatical errors. Also this is tagged under long post.

Warning : The sequel will contain mature content in future chapters such as NSFW, Violence and a few triggers which I will mention on the chapter. Only read if you are 18 and above.

Do let me know if you want to be added to the sequel.

28 years later…

Somewhere in Greece.

It was already past noon when he began to slowly flutter his eyes open as the small ray of sunlight peaks through the closed curtains of the hotel room. He slowly lifts his head up as he takes in the surroundings of his luxurious penthouse suit, a few empty shot glasses on the table and a few empty bottles of liquor along with it. Clothes scattered all over the floor and next to him was her, sleeping soundly.

A low grunt escapes him and presses his palms between his forehead. “Fuck, I probably had too much to drink again last night.” He slowly removes the sheets and carefully gets up from bed trying not to wake her up. As soon as his feet touch the floor he reaches for his boxers and pulls them on, gathering the rest of his clothes, getting dressed before leaving the room being careful not to let anyone see him.

“Hey it’s me, meet me at the back.”

Hunter Dominic Rhys was the youngest of the twins and the black sheep of the family. At the age of 3 he was already giving the nanny a field day with his mischief and shenanigans. By the time he was 16 he already had 20 different kingsguard assigned to him eventually breaking his uncle Leo’s record.

He makes his way towards the back entrance of the Hotel. As he enters the black SUV and takes a seat his phone beeps, he takes it out from the pocket of his jacket and reads the text a wide grin forms on his face as he does.

Had fun last night, hope to see you again soon. Xoxo

“Seriously man, I can’t keep covering for you.” The driver on the front seat said, giving Hunter a look between annoyed and worried.

“Common Jackson if there’s one Kingsguard who I know I can trust it’s you.”

“You know this is just going to bite you in the ass if her husband finds out you’ve been screwing with his wife right?” Jackson said with an eyebrow raised.

“Then we’ll just have to make sure he doesn’t..” He answers with a smug look on his face. “We’d better head to the private airstrip. I wouldn’t want to miss my family's Friday night dinner. My mother would never let me hear the end of it.”

Jackson rolls his eyes before putting on his aviators. “If you say so, your royal highness“.

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TREND studio, Cordonia.

She stood at the back of the stage, waiting for Ana de Luca to announce her name. She was invited as a special guest today for an interview.

And without further adieu please welcome today's special guess, her royal highness princess Alexandra Rhys of Cordonia.

“That’s my cue.” She murmurs to herself, putting on a perfect smile and adjusting her posture before she saunters out to face the audience and the cameras.

Alexandra Kenna Rhys, the older twin, was the poster child of the Rhys family. While her brother’s were off involving themselves in mischief and her sister rummaging her mother’s closet playing pretend dress up, she would be spending her days at the palace library reading. By the age of 24 she was already a world known author and she’s also known for her philanthropy. Even Theon had his bad press days, but there was never one about Alex. She was always primp and proper for the camera but off cameras Alex had a secret that no one knew about.

Alex approaches the couch and shakes Ana’s hand as they greet each other, they each take a seat shortly after. The sound of the audience cheering slowly dies down and they begin their session.

“Thank you for agreeing to join us today, your highness.”

“The pleasure is all mine Ana. You know I’m always happy to come to your show.” She smiles.

“Firstly I would like to congratulate you on the success of your charity last weekend, I believe you managed to collect a generous amount from the people who attended.” She said and the audience clapped and cheered.

“Thank you Ana, but you know I could have done it without the support of my family and all the other people involved.”

“Humble as always.” Ana said with a smile. “So your recent book the sequel to The Elementalist was a huge success early this year and there were rumours going around recently that you are currently working on a third book. Is that true? Could you give us a little spoiler?”

“Uh well there is definitely a third book on the way, which I’m hoping would be out sometime later next year. Fingers crossed.” She said, crossing her fingers in front of the audience. “It’s going to be the final book and it’s taking place during the group's senior year.”

The audience cheers in excitement.

“That’s great news! I’m sure your fans of the book will be eagerly waiting for the official release.” She said with a smile. “So on to the next question and I’m sure it's something the audience has been dying to know. How are things in the love department so far? You and Jackson Walker have been dating for almost a decade. Are we going to hear any wedding bells soon?”

Alex shifts her position, her body tenses a little but conceals it perfectly before anyone notices. “The two of us have been doing well but you know we each have our busy schedules. I’ve been away a lot on business and he’s been busy handling Hunter. There hasn’t been any talk of wedding bells yet.” She answers with a plastic smile. “But if there was as always you’ll be the first to know.”

The two exchange pleasantries for another twenty minute until it’s finally time for Alex to get off the set. When she gets to the back of the stage she finally feels like she could breathe, a successful charity and an upcoming trilogy but all people were obsessed with was about her love life? She and Jackson agreed on keeping their relationship as private as possible away from the cameras but whenever there was a picture of them taken together it was always perfect, they seemed perfect but were they really?

Hey.. Saw what happened at the interview. Want to meet up tonight and talk about it after dinner?

Alex bit her lip, thinking about what she would reply.

Cant, I need to focus on my next book. Maybe some other time?

“Your highness, the SUV is ready for you.” Her assistant informs her.

“Thank you, Lily.” She said and headed off to get ready for her family’s dinner.

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The Royal Palace - Ellie’s room

Ellie swipes through the racks of Designer gowns sent to her from all the top designers in Europe, she’s trying to choose the perfect gown for her upcoming 21st birthday party.

“So I’ll need two dresses, one for my entrance and the other for when I blow the candles. What do you think of this one for my grand entrance?” She asks pulling out a beautiful Navy blue ball gown with golden embroideries on it.

“It looks pretty.” Was MJ’s answer to every dress she took out and showed him. Ellie frowned, narrowing her eyes at him. “You’ve been saying the same thing to every dress I’ve shown you, how am I supposed to decide like that?”

“I’m a guy Ellie, I don’t have a keen sense of tayes when it comes to haute couture or fashion. All I know is that you’d look stunning in whatever dress you choose.”

“Ugh.. Give me a break MJ.” Viola groans, rolling her eye roll as she struts into the room. “Sorry I’m late dear old mummy had a dog emergency. She tosses a few shopping bags on the settee before rummaging through the rack for a few options, taking them out and laying them on the bed one by one. “Here, these are the ones that would bring out the colour of your eyes the most.”

“You're my lifesaver Viola, you know that right?” She beams, giving Viola a hug before taking a few of the dresses and trying them on in her closet.

“Nice to see someone finally decided to show up.” MJ shrugs at Viola.

Viola gives MJ an eyeroll. “Unlike you, I actually have a social life. Plus didn’t you hear me when I said I had a family emergency?”

“If by social life you mean sleeping around with half the court then hard pass.” MJ claps back, making Viola scowls. In MJ’s defence, he has caught her a few times hooking up with other nobles, most of them already had partners. The last time he caught her was during a party at his uncle Bertrand’s estate, he was on the way to the garden when he saw her coming out from the tool shed looking slightly disheveled and coming out after her was none other than his cousin Bartie.

The disgust on his face when he found out his cousin was hooking up with her when he was engaged to someone else. When MJ confronted Bartie, he said it was a mistake and that it won’t happen again. He made MJ promise not the tell his fiancé and MJ agreed, only because Clara was a nice girl and she didn’t need to get hurt by one mistake.

“So what do you guys think?” Ellie asks as she steps out of the closet and twirls around in her dress. MJ eyes go wide open and his jaw drops. “You look beautiful Ellie.”

“Usually, I don’t agree with MJ but I’ll make an exception for this. You look drop dead gorgeous.” Viola exclaims.

“Really? Thanks, but I’m still putting it in the maybe pile. These dresses are really pretty, I just. I don’t know.”

“Well if there’s nothing you really like, what about the dresses you’ve designed?” MJ suggested. “I’ve seen your sketches Elle, they’re really good.”

“I would be lying if I said the thought never crossed my mind. But my mom pulled a lot of strings to get me all these dresses.”

“I’m sure she would understand besides it’s your big day. You should tell her about it during dinner.”

“Then it’s settled, I’ll let my mom know during dinner.” She smiled.

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Castelsarreillan Estate, Cordonia

Theon nods attentively with a forceful smile plastered on his face as he listens to King Eirik endlessly talk about his adventure back in the day.

It was like any normal afternoon for him, attending a diplomatic luncheon that was held at the Castelsarreillan estate. As the crown prince and future king of Cordonia it was his obligation to attend such events but recently for the past year he noticed those obligations were becoming more and more. His parents were becoming less involved and he could start to feel the weight of the crown getting heavier.

“I’m sorry your majesty for the interruption, but there’s some pressing matters that require his royal highnesses attention.” Natalia said, whisking Theon away from the crowd and to the otherside the room. “Thanks for that.” He murmurs into her ear. “I was beginning to think you’d leave me there just hanging. And by the way, thanks again for coming with me on such short notice.”

“Well what are assistants for. Speaking of you should really find your own assistant.” She said, raising an eyebrow at Theon. “I can’t babysit you all the time.”

Theon chuckles. “I’m sure my mom won’t mind if I borrow you for a little longer. Besides, you love babysitting me.” He said, giving her a playful wink.

Natalia chuckles. “Careful now your highness people might talk if they see your flirting with the help.”

Their coversation is cut short by someone who approaches. “Pardon me your highness but the Duke of Krona would like to have a few words with you.”

“Ah. Of course, I’ll be there a bit.” He said, turning to Natalia with his champagne glass raised. “Duty calls. Oh and have the helicopter ready by six, I wouldn’t want to be late for family dinner.”

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Kings Office, Cordonia.

Liam sat on his leather armchair slightly pushed back, absently swirling the glass of scotch in his hand while staring at the picture of his family on his desk. He had been ruling Cordonia for three decades and during his reign he managed to achieve peace and prosperity in the country like he had always hoped for. But he couldn’t have done without help from the love of his life.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Liam turns his gaze and smiles when he sees his wife standing by the threshold. “No, I was just thinking.” He places his glass on the oakwood desk. “About what?” Riley asks, sauntering towards him then takes a seat on his lap, wrapping one arm on his shoulder.

Liam looks at his wife, taking in the sight of her. The way she smiled and her dimples that showed when she did, even after she started to age she was still beautiful and he was still madly in love with her like he was all those years ago. “I’ve been thinking.”He smiles, tucking the lock of hair that strayed behind her ear. “I’ve had the most peaceful and prosperous rule throughout my reign as king. Granted there were a few imperfect moments. But everyone of them I got through because I had you by my side.”

Riley chuckles. “You give me too much credit love. But you would have been a great king with or without me.”

“Modest as ever.” He said with a smile. “I love you Riley, I know I’ve said it maybe a million times but every word of it is true.”

Riley leans in and kisses her husband on the lips, when she pulls apart she smiles warmly at him. “I love you too Liam but where is this going?” She gives him a questioning look.

“Riley, the both of us. We’ve been through alot together, we faced scandals, threats from our share of enemies, we raised four beautiful children together while running a country.”

Riley chuckles. “How could I forget, but everything was worth it because it made us stronger as a couple.”

“It has my love. But there comes a time in a king’s life when he just wants to be a man and enjoy every moment of his remaining life with his wife.” He takes her hand gently and traces soothing circles. “Liam, are you saying?”

“Riley, love. I have decided to resign as the reigning monarch by the end of this social season. We could finally spend all our days on that private island just you and me. No country to worry about no buzzing press, I really it’s time and Theon, Theon is ready whether he knows it or not. So what do you say my queen? Are you with me?”

“Are you kidding me?” She pauses, her expression serious, it was making Liam a little worried but she quickly changes it into a gleeful smile then kisses her husband on the lips once more. “Liam Rhys, I cannot wait to spend every single day of retirement and have you all to myself.”

Liam chuckles. “You deserve it.”

“We both do.” She adds. “So when do we tell the kids?”

“How about tonight, during our dinner?” He grins.

Riley leans in and kisses her husband one more time. “Sounds like a plan. Now I need to get dinner ready.” She abruptly stands and heads out but not before stopping at the threshold, turning towards her husband once more. “I love you, my King.”

“And I love you, my Queen.”

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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lasagna evening

request: Could you write some domestic fluff with adult stan uris

A/N: (2020 edit: this was my first ever stanley writing :>) Man oh man do i love this concept. ajsndfjsdf i love, i just love. I apologise for the title lmao i dont have any other ideas alsdfsdjn. This is so fluffy and cliché that you're going to die :D Btw, gifs of Andy Bean are very hard to find and I'm mad about it. Hope this is what you were looking for. Happy reading!

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“Honey, I'm home!” Stan says in a louder voice so his loved one could hear him. For she's known to often leave music playing loudly through their apartment and go into another room to do something. He hears the smooth voice of Billie Holiday singing about autumn in New York and he smiles to himself, kicking off his shoes. The music is loud enough for her not to hear him at all.

He walks into the kitchen, both hands holding a grocery bag tightly until he puts them both on the center counter. Her music is playing right in front of him, just a few feet between him and the sound system.

“Baby!” He calls again. Stan leaves the bags be and they crinkle a bit, the products falling on top of one another. He walks over to the sound system and turns the song's volume down. And he hears her humming. It's coming from her study.

Stan jogs a little down the hallway to get to her and reaches the door frame of her study. He peaks his head in. “Babylove,” he says and smiles immediately upon seeing his girl sitting on her carpet, her back turned to him, still humming and obviously hunched over something.

She whips her head around and smiles wide. There's a wicked glimmer in her eyes. “Honey!” She squeals and hurriedly gets up from her position, almost falling over her own legs, and tip-toes over to her one and only.

He leans in to steal a kiss from her soft angel lips and she still has to stand on her tip-toes for him to succeed. She embraces him then, her arms around his neck, and smiles wide. Stan recieves a loving kiss on the cheek and smiles, too. His eyes are full of love for the woman in front of him.

“What are you doing in here?” He asks, his hand going in slow circles over her back.

“Before you turned my music down,” she says, pouting and pointing her index finger into the middle of his chest, “I was listening to Billie and making another small sculpture.” She smiles, proud of herself.

“You're getting inspired again?” Stan raises his eyebrows in happy surprise and his love nods, biting her bottom lip. “So, who's the muse?”

“You, silly.” She says and they both laugh. She notices Stan already glancing behind her shoulder to see what she's making. To not spoil the surprise, she brings his eyes back to her, holding his chin softly. “It's not finished yet. When it will be, you'll be the first to see. And you know that.”

“Of course. You know I'm impatient about seeing your art.” He tells her and tickles her sides a little, making her giggle in the most beautiful way.

“So,” she claps her hands, “what are we making tonight?”

“Hmm, let's see...” Stan pretends to think, “seeing as I bought the ingredients for lasagna, I guess we're making... lasagna?” He squints, teasing his girl. She laughs and kisses him on the cheek again. And then all over his face, which makes Stanley laugh instead.

When he's about to plead for breath, she stops and grabs his hand, closing her study door with the other. She drags them both back down the hallway and lets go of Stan's hand to turn the volume higher. Stan gives her a mock-annoyed look, but they both laugh.

One of the billion, trillion things he loves so much about his girl is her energy and youthfulness. They're only two years apart, but Stanley has always felt older than he actually is. And he wanted to enjoy his youth when it was happening, but a lot of things kept him from it.

Her youthfulness and eagerness and sort-of hyperactivity brings joy in his life. Makes him happy about still being here, having a life. She's brighter than the sun to him in many ways.

“Do you have the recipe?” Stan asks her as they're unpacking the groceries.

“Uh-huh, I printed it out. It should be next to the sink.” She replies, pulling tomato after tomato out of the bag.

“Terrible place for a paper to be, if you ask me.” He tells her, but she only laughs. Stan walks over to the sink and sure enough, there is a page with a recipe printed on it. And it's not wet. He quickly goes over the ingredients and steps. “So how was work today?”

She works as a museum manager/administrator in a pottery museum in town. Taking that she's an artist herself, she needs to be in an artistic place and area at all times. An administrator might not seem like the job to you, but to her it's the perfect one that pays the bills and takes her on holidays with her loved one. Many artists to meet, artworks to see and inspiration to suck in.

“Quite amazing. You know I met that one artist I've always wanted to host at my museum—”

“Emily Lacey?” Stan finishes instead of her. She nods.

“Yup. And she's even more lovely than I thought she'd be. She's got great sense of humor, a great sense of style, of course, and turns out we have a lot in common.” She tells him. Stan smiles, watching her rush around the kitchen and talk. “She likes to read books, go to the cinema, travelling, hiking.”

“Wow, you two are basically twins.” He states.

“I know, right?” She looks at him with wide eyes, clearly excited. Stanley chuckles. “How was your day?” She asks him.

“It was good.” He says. “Better now that I'm home.” Stan states and they share a look of love and knowing. “The book is coming along well, there's not much left. And I had to teach a new class today! All the kids were sweethearts.”

“How old were they?” She asks and, while doing so, gives Stan a piece of dough to flatten out. They both start working on a piece.

“Uh, they're... I think second or third grade, so eight to nine.” Stan says in between grunts of pushing the wooden roll on the dough. “Why such a question?”

She shrugs. “Just wondering. Thought they'd put you in a college now.” She admits, and huffs.

“Huh.” He turns to her, puts the roll down and crosses his arms over his chest. “Don't you think I'm good enough for primary school?”

She laughs and huffs again. “No, I think you're more than good enough for primary school, and better than perfect for teaching college kids ornithology.” She tells him, honestly.

“Listen, it's nothing wrong with me.” Stan insists, pointing at his chest and raising his eyebrows. “Ornithology is not the most desired class in college, even for biology majors. So they have one professor in each college that isn't exactly an ornithologyst, but knows enough and can memorise texts from books. And they put that guy to teach ornithology if it's at all necessary.” He explains in detail.

“But that is so unfair! I bet you're not the only ornithologyst without a chance to teach in college, and they put some knock-offs in your place.” She justifies.

“You have a fair point.” Stanley agrees. She smiles wide.

“I know. You gotta fight for your rights, hon.” She tells him. “We both know that your passion is ornithology and that you're an actual ornithologyst. They should let, whoever's in charge of it, the people who really know what they're talking about teach ornithology. It makes a huge difference for the kids.”

“Listen, if your artist carrier ever flakes, you should become an education politican.” Stan says upon restarting to flatten the dough. His love laughs out loud, holding her tummy. Stanley only smiles wide to himself.

“Can you even imagine me dressed in formal clothes everyday, having that politician-lady haircut, wearing glasses and talking in a very serious voice about the issues of today?” She asks him, mimicking the way politicians speak in the last part. She even makes a funny face. “I could never. I mean, yeah, they pay you like, crazy money, but I'd never do that.” She shakes her head, still quietly laughing to herself. Stanley keeps smiling.

Merely two hours later, the couple have finished their lasagna. They had put on their food-making playlist, which is basically a playlist full of songs that they know all the lyrics to and sing together to at the top of their lungs. Includes ABBA, Queen, David Bowie, Journey, Elton John and many, many others.

They're happily setting the coffee table in the living room, and they're almost finished. Stan is already turning on the TV, wrapped in a blanket and waiting for his one and only to join him.

She's still getting them forks and spoons, and when she has, she turns off all the lights in the apartment. Except for the little light in the kitchen above the stove, that one always stays on.

She tip-toes—a habit of hers that is not entirely healthy for her feet—into the living room and puts the instruments down on the table. She collapses into Stan's open, waiting arms with a happy sigh. He wraps the blanket around her and keeps his arm around her, too.

Her fingers push between his and they lock together. As if their hands were crafted just to be interlocked with the other's, no one else's. They feel like they're made for each other.

Stanley presses a kiss into her hair. “What are we watching tonight?” He asks, his cheek now pressed where his lips just were.

“Hmm,” she thinks and watches Stan browsing through movies and tv-shows on the screen, “something funny. Don't you think?”

“Yeah, we always watch dramas.” He agrees. “I'm kinda sick of you making me cry every other evening.” Stan admits then, and they both laugh. Stan yawns.

“Do you have a favorite?” She questions, looking up at him. He looks down at her and almost gets hypnotised. Looking at her makes him go a bit weak, every and anytime. The years spent together either don't do anything to help it or even give more to the effect.

“I don't watch that many comedies, not my favorite genre.” He tells her as his hand caresses the side of her face. She closes her eyes to that. “You can choose. Show me your favorite!” He suggests and she smiles. “Just not anything dumb, okay? I know you like those a lot, but, please, spare me.”

She looks at him and rolls her eyes playfully. “Alright, alright.” She agrees and turns to lay on her stomach, over Stan's lap and takes the remote from his hand. “I'll spare your soul from the doom of dumb comedy movies, my prince.” She teases and Stan smiles. “Aha!” She exclaims upon finally finding the movie she was looking for.

She pushes the 'play' button and reaches for their two plates of lasagna while the intro plays. She straightens her back, sitting normally just like Stan and giving him his lasagna piece.

“Hear ye, hear ye. Feast your eyes and ears with the wonder that is Bruce Almighty!” She theatrically introduces the movie. She likes Shakespeare and Old English, despite that she may not be the best at using it right. Stan smiles at her.

They lean in to steal a few kisses from each other before indulging in their home-made (hopefully, well-made) lasagna and the world of Jim Carrey's comedy.

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A/N: Tell me why everytime I look at a picture of Stanley Uris, I immediately want to cry. Oh my God. heurehuherufshfsdh.

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metaphysical-human-being · 4 years

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Switcheroo

Pt1

Pt2

A/N- Okay so you all remember this headcanon, right? Well, anyway, I loved it so much that I decided to make it a series? I don’t know how long it’ll go but, yeah! Also, I’m not the best writer so sorry in advance!

Warnings- death mention, abandonment mention, guilt mention, nightmare mention, swearing. Tell me if I missed any others!

Summary- Roman and Remus reunite after four years…

It doesn’t go well

Remus zoomed down the hallway, smile on his face and madness in his eyes. He could hear the voices of a few of those dipshits chasing him but he didn’t really care. He knew they’d never catch him and if they did..

Well, let’s just say that he won’t be the one wobbling away with a busted lip and a broken nose.

He turned the corner and looked around wildly. The voices were getting a bit closer and as much as Remus would willingly fight them, it was his first day and De would be really mad if he got expelled on his first day again-

“There he is! Get him!” He heard the “leader of the pack” yell. He snuck a glance behind him and shot them a crazed smile before taking off running once more. He ran up a flight of stairs and hopped over a few kids skipping class but they never caught him. They got close, but never got him.

Turning onto a random hallway, he spot two large double doors. A sign saying Auditorium directly above them.

“Perfect!” He mumbled before opening them and closing them quietly. He waited a few seconds to catch his breath before pushing his ear to the door.

“I think he went this way!” He heard one of the guys call from the end of the hallway. He listened to them run closer and closer to the doors. They stopped right outside the auditorium and Remus heard them discuss going inside. He backed away from the door and looked down the long rows of chairs. Velvety red and plush looking. Kinda comfy. Maybe he could come in here during free periods to nap…

He looked over to the stage before running through the aisles and hopping onto it. The doors opened and he heard the guys walk in. Remus ducked behind the curtains and crouched down as small as possible.

Just then, someone walked onto the stage.

“Garrett! And poise…what can I do for you fine gentleman on this beautiful January day!” The loud yet… familiar voice boomed. Something inside Remus seemed to stir but he didn’t pay attention. He only payed attention to the voices.

“Roman, a pleasure as always.” The main guy, Garret, sneered.

Remus felt all the air in his lungs leave his body and he had to uncurl from his crouched position to sit down instead. A dread filled his stomach and he kinda felt like throwing up.

Roman?! Roman?! Like, the twin he tricked, Roman? That one? Remus didn’t know he went to this school! Or…maybe he doesn’t? Yeah! Maybe he doesn’t and Remus is just overreacting!

He peaked his head out from behind the curtain, enough to look at the teen in the middle of the stage and…oh ever-fucking Zeus..

It was Roman. He hadn’t seen him since they were twelve and Remus…

At first Remus thought that it wasn’t him but then he saw that deep and prominent dimple on his right cheek and his fiery red hair. (“Just like the Weasley twins!” Ms. Malevolent would always say. “I’m trouble!” Remus would say. “And I’m double!” Roman would always say after him and then they’d laugh and laugh. Hey…at least neither of them were dead).

Although the clothes were definitely strange to Remus. He had only ever seen Roman in rags and hand me downs, never anything new. Unlike the bright white t-shirt and…Remus guessed maroon pants and the bright Adidas, the only non-new looking thing was…was the sports jacket Remus found when they were ten.

It was way too big for Roman but now that he was older it fit pretty well. Remus was surprised he still kept it

“It usually is! Now, why are you here, exactly? I know none of you have drama as an elective and you all definitely aren’t trying out for the school play so…” Roman trailed off, a sense of confidence in his voice that Remus always admired. It didn’t surprise Remus that Roman was in drama either. His twin always loved being the center of attention and putting on little plays for Remus and all the other kids in the orphanage whenever the power went out or any of the kids were having a bad day. They always cheered everyone up and Roman, again, adored the attention.

“Some new kid tripped my pal Ricky over here,” he heard, presumably Ricky, grunt out an agreement. Remus and Roman both rolled their eyes, although neither knew it. “ And we wanted to…. teach him a lesson! Yeah, teach him a lesson. We thought we saw him go in here.” All the other guys agreed and Roman huffed.

“Well, I can assure you all, that no one ran in here. Virgil and I are the only ones in here and we didn’t hear anyone come in except you four.” He said, his voice almost song like but that was always Roman. Actually, the only thing Remus could pick out that was different was the deepness of the voice. It had definitely gotten deeper since they were twelve but…it suit him. Remus bet he sounded even better singing than when he did when he was young. Less whiny and more rich.

Garrett huffed. “Yeah, okay. But if you see him, tell him that Garrett just wants to…talk. Yeah, a nice friendly little chat.”

“And if they don’t show up?” Roman asked, merely out of curiosity, Remus had to guess.

“Oh, if he’s smart…he will.” Garrett answered before him and his gang walked out. Remus turned back around and let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He got ready to go until a voice stopped him.

“Okay, they’re gone! You can come out now!” Roman announced, still standing on the stage. Remus froze.

“Oh, come on! I promise I won’t bite~” Roman chuckled. “Well, if you’re cute then I might.” Roman said. Remus gagged. He would have not said that if he knew who was behind the curtain. Still, Remus stayed silent.

“Y'know I can see your foot, right?” Roman asked. Remus quickly pulled his foot to his chest and cleared his throat.

“I think I’m comfy right here.” Remus replied, making his voice sound as different as possible. It’s only been three years, it would not take Roman long to figure out who he was if he used his normal voice.

He heard Roman chuckle, it was melodious and he felt tears gather in his eyes. God he missed that sound.

“Oh, come on. I’m not gonna hurt you-”

“I doubt that,” Remus cut him off. He knew that Roman would probably beat the shit out of him for what he did and he really can’t blame the guy. He did kind of trick him and abandon him.

“How are you so sure?” Roman asked. Remus let out a watery bark of laughter.

“Oh, I’m sure,” he said. He heard Roman walk closer to where he was. His footsteps were slow and light sounding.

“Can I at least know your name?” Roman tried. Remus shook his head no but then realized that Roman couldn’t see him.

“Hey Roman, I’m heading out. Pat and I are going to lunch! You spending your free period here?” A new voice, presumably Virgil, said. Roman just let out a loud hum and then the doors opened and closed.

“That was my friend, Virgil. Although, if you were listening, you already knew that. Can you please come out?” Roman asked once more.

“I’m gay.”

“Haha. Very funny.” Roman responded, tone light. Remus chuckled slightly too. “I am too, if that makes you feel any better.” Roman said.

“It does, actually.” Remus whispered. A tear had streamed down his face but he kept his voice level.

“If…if I show you who I am…do you promise not to get mad?” Remus asked after a few seconds of silence. He heard Roman back away to the center of the stage.

“That depends…are you my long lost twin?” Roman joked, voice layered with a type of sadness that made Remus’ stomach twist with guilt. He rose to his feet and walked out from behind the curtain.

“Actually,” he walked over to Roman who was now frozen to his spot, eyes wide and filled with a lot of emotions. “I am.” Remus said, spreading out his arms in a “here I am” type way.

There wasn’t much to show though. They both had pretty much the same build. Except, Roman was a lot more muscular in the arms while Remus was more muscular in his legs( due to running a lot of track…and away from the cops sometimes)

Their wardrobe was a lot more different too. At first De had offered to buy Remus all new clothes but he liked the more raggedy and dirty clothes. (“They fit my ass-the-dick” young Remus had said. De chuckled. “You mean, aesthetic?” He had asked. “Yeah, that thing” Remus waved off, marching out of the random store.) His dirty and very ripped jeans and his old crop top that he found. The only decent thing he had was the army jacket De insisted he get when he first got adopted.

The silence that dragged on through the air was as thick as Remus’ book of regrets and as sharp as his many knives.

The slap that rang out across the room easily broke that though.

Remus fell to the ground, hands cradling his right cheek. He didn’t even realize Roman moved closer to him.

“I…I deserve that.” Remus winced, feeling the spot. Damn, how hard did Roman hit? There was definitely gonna be a bruise.

“Damn right!” Roman yelled but Remus rose to his feet and held out his hand.

“You said you wouldn’t get angry,” Remus reminded.

“I said I wouldn’t get angry if you weren’t my long lost twin.” Roman corrected. Remus sighed. He did say that.

“What are you doing here?!” Roman yelled. Remus winced at the loud noise and covered his ears.

“Aye, quiet would ya? I don’t need the whole school knowing about this.” Remus muttered, fiddling with a loose piece of thread on his jacket. Roman quieted down his tone but it was still filled with the same venom as when he was yelling.

“What. The hell! Are you doing here?! Roman seethed. Remus licked his lips before answering.

“Well, I was on my way to second period but then I accidentally tripped one of those assholes and spent the next five or so minutes getting chased around the school.” Remus explained, attempting to ease the tension. Roman did not find it funny.

“I’m serious, Re."

Time seemed to stop. That nickname, the old nickname Roman used to call him. No one is allowed to call him that anymore, not even De! It made Remus feel something that he didn’t particularly like.

"I-I mean, Remus."

"Yeah..yeah I know uhm. I got expelled from my last school for….a certain incident and De and I moved up here, to NC, to be closer to his family…also because I got expelled from almost every school in a 100 mile radius.” Remus rushed through the last part but Roman still got it.

“So…so what you just went to this school to-to- I don’t even know! Rub it in my face! Humiliate me more than you already did? Mock me for being tricked by my brother!”

“No! Of course not! I didn’t even know you went here!” Remus defended, although a bit weakly. It seemed to go unnoticed by Roman.

“And then you show up here-of all places! You haven’t even bothered trying to get into contact with me once since I left!.” Roman said. It felt like a kick in the gut to Remus but Roman didn’t seem to see that. Or if he did, he didn’t care.

“I know tha-"

"Do you know how long I waited? Just waiting for you to contact me? Tell me that you missed me-that you regret what you did- that you loved me- that you were safe?! Cus I had no idea if you had died or anything!,” Roman continued. Remus looked across the large auditorium guiltily. The rows of seats and the box seats on top. They all looked almost brand new and very…regal.

Damn, this school was rich.

“Oh, nothing to say? Well maybe you’ll say something when I tell you that I had to go to therapy because of what you fucking did to me!” Tears had started to stream down Romans cheeks but he kept going. “Think about it? How traumatizing that is? Knowing that my twin- my brother, my only family- had gotten rid of me and didn’t even feel bad enough to send me a fucking emai-”

“I do too,” Remus whispered.

Romans paused.

“What?” he sneered.

“I do too.” Remus said, louder. “Go to therapy, I mean. The guilt I felt, the nightmares I got…I didn’t know if you were okay and your last name changed- I couldn't find you- then I got adopted and we moved to Florida and I just-…I gave up. On everything, actually. De got me therapy not long after ….” Remus trailed off.

A range of emotions swimmed through Romans dark brown eyes. The same eyes that Remus possessed but they looked…older. Like he’d seen the universe crumble and couldn’t find it in himself to care.

Remus probably looked much the same.

“I-I…I have to go!"

"Roman, wait!” but he had already jumped down from the stage and ran through the double doors and straight into the crowd of students.

Remus collapsed into a crying mess in the middle of the stage. Tears mixed with snot as they met at his chin and he didn’t bother to wipe it away. He just pulled out his phone and clicked the first contact. He held it up to his ear and waited.

“Remus? Wha-”

“C-c-can you p-pick me up…” Remus stuttered, voice low.

“What? Why? And why are you crying? Remus what ha-” the concern seemed high in the man’s voice and Remus felt bad for putting it there. Not bad enough to continue through the rest of the day though.

“I-I…I wan-wanna go h-…h-home!” He pleaded, curling into himself as tightly as possible. It almost felt like a comforting hug. Almost.

“Of…of course, darling. We can go home. I’ll pick you up in ten minutes so gather your things.”

“O-okay….I love you D-De.” Remus whispered, wiping away a few tears. They kept coming but at least he tried.

“Of course. I love you too, Rem.” De hung up with a click. Remus lifted himself up from his folded position, wiped a few more tears, and headed towards his locker to grab the few things he brought.

God, he wished he kicked those kids asses after all.

#bob rites #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil mention #patton mention #deceit sanders #tw death mention #tw abandonment mention #tw cursing #tw guilt mention #nightmare mention #remus angst #roman angst #switcheroo

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socialbunny · 4 years

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Me getting this ask:

(p.s. i’m sorry people on mobile hehe also anon i hope you see this it’s been three days)

Honestly, I 100% agree with you about Dirk and Lilith being almost a peak healthy relationship; I feel as if Dirk is the kind of person Lilith needs in her life (not that that is really up for debate anywhere lol), so much so that I find it hard to break them up in a regular game play (or think of a reason they would break up, like in the story I was/am (?) writing, either... I’m soft).

(I’ve never really thought that Maxis meant that the twins should swap out boyfriends in the Pleasant’s bio, but rather actually asking if they’re making the right choices about their love lives in general. If who they’re with is who they genuinely want etc. etc. but maybe it’s because I think Lilith/Dustin would butt heads a lot and Dirk/Angela sounds so boring...)

I think that Dirk is too nice to break up with Lilith even if he wanted to --- he doesn’t like confrontation, their relationship is comfortable, and he wants to be the person you go to when you have a problem or need someone, the kind of person you can rest yourself in and feel safe (even when he has his own shit going on, what a great guy!). Lilith needs a home, and Dirk’s trying to give it to her without having his own rebuilt yet.

He has a lot of built-up resentment in his heart; mostly from his dad, to the circumstances of his life and having to be the ‘’responsible’’ one, it all stemming from his mom dying and never really learning how to cope with it in a proper way. He ‘presents’ better than Darren, meaning doesn’t show his depression, so nothings wrong with him and he’s fine and he can help everyone and do everything. He’s strong and brave and smart and so much better than his weird, embarrassing dad. He develops a savior complex and a slight superiority complex, feeling as if he’s the only one who can help Darren, and, by virtue, Lilith as well.

Even if Dirk and Lilith stayed together all through high school (they have big ‘High School couple that get married’ vibes anyways), they want different things in life. Dirk wants to go to college, get a good job and start a family, while Lilith’s trying to take the reigns on her life and enjoy herself, which might put a rift between them.

Of course I also feel like Dirk doesn’t really have any ‘goals’ in life: his ‘go-to-college-and-have-a-boring-job’ is based on his circumstance. He feels like he has to do these things, for himself and his dad and to keep things in order. (There was something else I was gonna say here but I forgot whoopsie)

I find it easier to break up Angela and Dustin, mostly because I think that they’re both just comphetting hard and dating each other because they’re already best friends so what’s there to lose? Not that they don’t like each other, but they definitely don’t have any romantic feelings. Doing affectionate things like cuddling or holding hands is weird between them, and having their first kiss is out of the question. They both want to do it, they guess, suppose, think - but neither makes the first move.

Angela and Dirk are almost in the same position as one another in regards to relationships; Dustin is needy and clingy, but not openly. He wants people to tell him what to do, but he only wants to do what he wants to hear. He has everything he wants to have under control under control. With work and making money being his top priority, school and a social life are beyond him. In that sense, I feel like Dustin is jealous of how Angela ‘has it good’, but still complains about her sister and the “expectations” set on her by her parents.

Meanwhile Angela is living this rebellious ‘second life’ with Dustin: dating a bad boy, sneaking out, smoking cigarrates. It gives Angela this ‘boxed-in’ freedom she always craved and seen in Lilith and wanted for herself. But it doesn’t feel the same way she thinks Lilith’s “freedom” feels; plus it’s not long before she has to go back to her life and do what’s expected of her to do.

Of course, Angela tries to help Dustin around his house as much as she can, but her help is always pushed to the side out of embarrassment. Soon Angela gets tired of Dustin’s reckless, rude behavior and starts to distance herself from him. (I was trying to say something here but I have No Idea how to say it so this sounds weird sorry).

Highkey forgot what the original ask was about alskdjlsjdlsjdlsjdshskd. Thinking of an almost Maxis in-game reason why they’d start talking is hard because I feel like Dustin wouldn’t like Dirk. He’d think Dirk thought he was “too good for this shit” and “perfect” and “better than everyone else”, and not fuck with him much at all. Dirk wouldn’t think much of Dustin either — from his reputation or from Lilith talking shit about him. But when they’re waiting for the twins to come downstairs they probably chat it up a little. Sometimes when Angela is busy, Dirk might help Dustin study (but they do anything but because Dustin doesn’t care).

They start hanging out more and find out that the other isn’t as bad as they originally thought, and they sort of start absorbing the others lives (Dustin gets better at effectively studying his way, and but I don’t think they’d form feelings for each other pre-high school grad while Dustin’s trying to get his shit together and figure himself out, but when Dirk comes from back to visit his dad from college or whatever Dustin’s like, “Damn I really am gay huh 😳?” when he sees him, and whatever happens happens you know.

I don’t have a really deep reason for ‘shipping’ them though, I just think they’d be cute together. I feel like they fundamentally balance each other out and have a deep understanding of the shit they went through. Deviating into my story a bit, Dirk is the perfect person to listen to Dustin and take in account his feelings, while Dustin helps Dirk out of his ‘mold’ a bit and do fucking crimes and you know what? Sometimes that’s all you need to do.

Of course, if anyone has any different opinions on this you should tell me or send me an ask too :’3. I love talking about Dustin and Dirk and this made me smile. ♥

#dustin broke #dirk dreamer #ask #this simple anon: so hey ik u like dirk/dustin how would they get together :)?#me (crazy person): oh so u wanted a uhhhhm long ass character analysis? is this wha u wanted #im writing half of this at night and i got stuck on the word 'ala' which im sure isnt real and also im just rambling. i feel like this is -#better with no structure and just my thoughts #sorry it took me so long to answer this i had like 3 breakdowns over 2 days #i used a lot of 'i feel' im sorry i have a lot of feelings

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trashy-croud · 4 years

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Home Sweet Home 🏠

So this is it, the final level. I adored this level as a child - well, watching my dad play it at least. It was always stuck in the back of my head that this level was a “bonus” level for getting all of the secrets, it was what I used to think constantly and I continued to think that to this day. So you can possibly guess my surprise when this level popped up all of a sudden because I knew for a fact I missed a few secrets. But this was a nice level, it truly added to the story.

We begin in Lara’s house with her admiring her newest addition to the collection. She’s sat on her bed by (what I suspect to be) a nice toasty fire and then the nice times are ruined. Even from beyond the grave, Bartoli seems to follow us everywhere as his men have broken onto the estate, their cars pulling up in the long driveway. I thought the instant this happened, I could perhaps use the dagger, I mean, it seems like a wild chance but a great opportunity, a bit sad we didn’t see a Croft Dragon, but nonetheless, we would try to get rid of the last few who continued to pursue to treasure.

Before we did so though, I went downstairs to the main hall, which was at one point the training room, and would press the button for some music. Oh, how I have missed this music. It was from the Venice levels, oh Venice Violins, it was absolutely perfect for taking down some people and drowning out the eerie silence. It did make the task of finding people more difficult, sure, because now I had to really listen for the footsteps, but I will not deny that I enjoyed the music. I don’t honestly understand how I found it, I was literally just running around the house to try and find some people as they had scattered absolutely everywhere when I came across the button. And I’m ever so happy that I did!

It was a pretty easy level overall, wasn’t too bad at all to deal with, though me using a shotgun? That had to be the worst part purely because I am useless with the shotgun in these games. My aim with them are shocking and it always will be. There was a lot of darkness, purely because it was night time and we managed to get some outdoors-time with this level. This was pretty much the only level where I had flares, or at least enough flares to survive. I kid you not, I was so happy when I picked them up in the weaponry cupboard. I managed to survive the darkness outside with the help of some flares and with the help of my mum pointing out the enemies that I couldn’t see. Then we were up against the last guy, the one whom we have met before in the opera house and he had unfinished business with us. Either that or it’s his twin brother. Either way, it was take two on the fight and I have never cheered so much when I have beaten an enemy. He wasn’t difficult to deal with, it just felt like the perfect wrap-up. The last grunt to finish the job that his boss had left him to do, and we foiled it yet again. Ah, the joys.

After it all, it was the final cutscene, or better yet, the famous cutscene. We all know this cutscene too well as it was one that broke the third wall. After you have been shot for being a nosy pervert, in roll the final credits and oh my god, I never fell in love more with a game. It had been a long journey and terribly long from the looks of the final stats. Oh, how @jaybird1306 would be ashamed of me for not collecting them all! But I am happy with all of this, I wasn’t aiming for a full secrets run or anything, this was more of a trip down memory lane game for me and I have fallen in love with every minute of it.

Final Overview

This game is my childhood, and coming back to it was an absolute pleasure. It really sparked some memories for me of times when I would watch my dad play it in my childhood home. He would sit at the computer and I would watch in awe, sometimes running around and unable to sit still, sometimes even copying some of the moves Lara did in-game because I just adored her. This was the game which started my absolute adoration for such a video game icon and Queen. I have absolutely fallen in love again and I highly doubt it will stop any time soon. Now, for some of the features I loves the most.

The use of darkness. It was absolutely phenomenal, especially in the later levels such as the China levels and some of the underwater levels, as much as I don’t want to remember them ones specifically. But that draw distance truly made each level seem much bigger than it was, it also made you wary of what could be in front of you and to think before you act, something I rarely did to be honest. But as I mentioned before, the way they used it in levels such as China, more specifically the Floating Islands, was incredible. I was basically wary of every step and it made you fear the darkness all around you. It gave you a sense of the void and the unknown, a constant theme which I enjoyed greatly.

The use of sound. Oh god the sound and the music, I could honestly gush over it all day. Music truly makes the game and although all games have music, none have struck me as hard as this game did. Right from the menu screen alone, it struck a cord with me. It was beautiful and I almost found myself humming just the menu tune by itself just whilst I was at work or doing chores around the house. They have always impressed me with their timing for sounds or music. The use of silence was just as good as well as they keep you on end when there is utter silence. And then, all of a sudden, BAM, you are hit with some intense music and you have no idea why or what because whatever it is is still in that darkness! It’s just great, it even makes these games seem very thriller-esque with the jumpscares (at least in my eyes) that the music produces.

The graphics and colour palettes. Bring it all back in because I’m about to gush some more. I adore colour palettes and the contrasts they used in the levels, more specifically, as everyone may know, I adored the colours they used in the Temple of Xian, the Tibet levels and lastly, the underwater levels. Although I did not like the underwater levels, the colours used absolutely caught my heart, the contrasting colours made my heart leap a little. The bright colours of the Temple of Xian level was beautiful as well, they were so fancy and beautiful, much like the colours used in the Barkhang Monastery and they started to introduce to us in the Ice Palace and the Catacombs of the Talion. The snowy peaks of the Foothills though were just as nice, although bright on the eyes, they certainly used it as a way to hinder your view of particular enemies or even rolling boulders. Although the graphics, as some would say, are quite outdated, I enjoyed the blocky graphics. They helped to give me a better idea of what to do and where to go, to become more calculated with my jumps and actions to take. It may also just be me having a moment and being a bit biased, but I adore these graphics. They are perfect to me. Although I do enjoy a lot more realistic graphics for games, the ones for these games were just perfect to me. The graphics suited the game itself and I understand they will change over time the more I progress, but I believe I will still fall in love with these graphics time and time again.

Lastly is the story. As a child, I took not much notice to the story, but replaying it now, I have started to understand the story a bit more. It is beautifully written and is clear, so long as you pay attention to cutscenes or any sort of dialogue, which I made the mistake of missing during the diving area, but nonetheless, I watched back the scene and was able to catch up to understand properly what was happening and why we were collecting particular relics and items. The enemy himself, Marco Bartoli, was a formidable foe, continuously sending enemies to cover his tracks but sadly, he made it too obvious for us to follow after and foil his plans. He was a very interesting villain, and he got his wish in the end, to become the dragon of his dreams. Just bad timing on his part that we were also aiming for the dagger at the same time. But the story was fun to watch unfold and was, in all honesty, quite new to me, bearing in mind, I thought it all as just a “shoot-em-up”, adventure game. How naive I was as a child, but at least now, I properly understand it all.

This game has certainly left its mark on me and I’m glad it did. It got my mum more involved as she told me what she thought I'd need to do whenever I was stuck. My dad, on the other hand, would only chip in with comments such as "that's not how you do that" and then would quickly try to go back to his little cat nap afterwards. Two completely different types of help, one more so than the other. But overall, I have enjoyed this game and I hope you guys have enjoyed watching me play it as well, or at least have enjoyed hearing my thoughts, opinions and what I encountered. This has been Tomb Raider 2, and this ends the chapter on my favourite Tomb Raider game, whether that changes though is another story. But we’ll have to see. I will now begin playing the third instalment and boy, we are starting with a clean slate this time because I barely know anything on this game, save for the first level (which I never finished) and a couple of cutscenes. Otherwise, we are about to trek into new territory and I hope to write about the next game to come. Now I leave you all with a song and want to thank you all for joining me on this bumpy ride! See you all on the next one!

#croud's playthrough #tomb raider 2 #tomb raider #classic lara #lara croft #home sweet home #tomb raider 2 medley #classic tomb raider #long post #thank you for everything and for the childhood memories

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Cutie Reviews: DokiDoki Nov 19 & YumeTwins Dec 19

If you read my previous post, then you may recall my plans on trying to do a 2-review-per-1-post method. Not sure how frequently this might be but I wanted to give it a try.

Also, on the subject of December boxes I wanted to bring up that I will not be covering the December Tokyo Treat box as I never got it. We have no idea what happened because this was never an issue before. Kind of disappointing because it was anime/manga/video game based, but I was refunded for it at least.

How this will work is that I will be covering one box, then the other. This isn’t a comparison review, but you guys will have to let me know after you read, which one would you prefer?

Yume Prize and Suteki Crate

One heavily features sailor moon and bunnies, while the other seems to be a collab of PomPomPurin and Gudetama.

This will be my only comparison of the review; I feel like the Suteki Crate’s items fit more in-line with the box theme. Yume Prize fits in the sense its the same characters within the series, but not the theme of the months box. I think both sets are very cute though!

DokiDoki

This months theme is Snow Bunnies

“Get cozy with this months crate. As the weather gets cooler, these adorable bunny themed items are sure to warm your heart.“

Our first items include a decorative pair of chopsticks, featuring a red color scheme with a print of bunnies and sakura around the top.

The other item is a unique and fun-shaped carrot led pencil :D A bashful little bunny can be seen peaking out from the back, isn’t it the cutest? It’s seems like it would be a bit awkward to hold at first, but it has little nudges around the bottom for easy grip and feels pretty natural. It doesn’t feel like hard plastic either, and it felt nice to use. I did a little doodling with it and I liked it.

Next up is a cute Rilakkuma mug, which was available in 2 styles. Either this one that I got, or there was a design featuring Korilakkuma holding a stuffed toy.

Besides an adorable light pink coloring, the mug features a fun print of white spots and strawberry, and on the side is written “A sweet, lovely strawberry is my favorite“. It’s very cute, I love strawberries so this is perfect for me~

These are our next and last two items, first up is this cute pink bunny plush. It’s part of some series known as Petanto, adorably long animals with hearts, but for this specific box theme everyone got the same bunny. Each one has a ball chain so that you can bring it along with you.

It’s very cute and plush, soft to squeeze. But it does have some noticeable seams along the arms/hands and ears. It’s not that bad though, and they are very cleanly made.

The other item you might recognize if you have been a viewer of the blog before. We got a smaller, circular one just like this in the past, but unlike that one, this one only came in the “pink style“ while the previous one could be pink or blue.

With the previous one, I decided to store my cute lip products I’ve gotten from various boxes, and I loved it! But... the collection made it hard for me to fit the lid on it, so this square-shaped container was more than welcome:

Look at that, I still got more room :D and now I can use the other container to hold something that will actually fit.

~Opinions~

Content - 5 out of 5, nothing super-special or unique, but the quality is clean and very good, no issues or complaints. They were all cute too, I especially love the new Sailor Moon container and the carrot pencil.

Price - 2.5 or 3 out of 5. I really don’t feel like these items should equal 30 dollars, they’re pretty small when you really look at them. The only real item of value in the box is probably the Sailor Moon container, because its such a popular name brand. Rilakkuma is popular too, but its just a mug. The items don’t feel cheap though, I will say that.

Theme: 5 out of 5. The theme doesn’t really scream November to me, but the bunny vibe they were going for is there for sure. I can feel the coziness in a sense; just imagine sipping on a warm drink while writing in your diary or a letter with your pencil, maybe squishing the little plush now and then~

Total Rank: 6.5 out of 10 Cuties. I’m not trying to be picky or anything, I really do like the items we got, I love bunnies x3 but the items themselves just don’t feel very special, we’ve gotten chopsticks, mugs, and plush plenty of times. I like them, but I want a surprise now and then, you know?

Yume Twins

“It’s finally the time of year we always look forward to! What about you? Isn’t snuggling up with your favorite warm blanket, a cup of hot chocolate and a good book next to the twinkling Christmas tree just the best feeling? This mnth we wanted to give you some kawaii friends to snuggle up with in this month’s Sanrio Christmas box! We hope you love it as much as we do!“

Besides the Sanrio goods that could be won in the Yume Prize, the photo contest prize for this month features Hello Kitty items.

Holiday dining is a lot more fun when you have some cute matching (less-likely to break) items to eat with, so for this month we got an adorable plate featuring a warm, colorful group picture as the decorate for the Holiday~

Paired with it is this big spoon perfect for delicious soup or just large spoonfuls of whatever you may be eating, designed to match the plate as you can see. The spoons featured a couple different characters.

I feel like these spoons must have been popular this year, because I think we got 3 of them? I have a sumikko gurashi, one of Kuromi, and now this one.

Our drinks need to look cute too, and now they can with a handy, Hello Kitty paper straw! This was available in 2 styles and comes in a pack of 30, making it perfect for any sort of party or get-together, or if you just like Hello Kitty and enjoy using straws.

I’ve known about paper straws, but I never used one before so I was quite curious. I kept thinking “won’t it get soggy and fall apart in the drink or something?“ and couldn’t see it as very practical for more than a few minutes. I know environmentally friendly, but I just didn’t get it. But after trying one out to see, it’s really not much different than a normal straw. It did soften after some time, but that was about it. I’ll need to keep them somewhere in the kitchen so that I remember to use them.

This is probably my most favorite item out of everything. It’s so cute and snuggly, and its lovely Christmas themed picture feels so warm and inviting.

It’s the perfect little throw for the shoulders or lap, or for a quick nap with a pet or plush toy. I admit that I prefer blankets that entirely cover me, rather than most of me or half, but I didn’t mind pairing this with my actual blanket when I tried it out last night. It was very cozy... in fact, as I write this (at 11:15 am), I feel like I need a nap... (I woke up around 8:50 am).

This is our last item, which felt pretty out of place to me. Gudetama is Sanrio, sure, and it fits because of the Yume Prize; but it clearly doesn’t have a Christmas theme. I also got this item before, or one very similar, so that was kind of a meh moment. This was the only item I’m not feeling out of both boxes, and I do like Gudetama mind you.

~Opinions~

Content - 5 out of 5, I really really liked the items this month! The gudetama sticky note set is nice too, even though I didn’t really care that much for it. It’s okay though, because I could always give it to my friend, who really likes Gudetama and doesn’t have it.

Price - 5 out of 5. In comparison to the DokiDoki November box (okay so I made two comparisons <3<), I feel like this one was definitely worth the price we pay. Or at least closer to it? Not counting the name brand factor, the items are very nice and have a lot of detailing.

Theme: 5 out of 5. The Gudetama sticky notes have nothing to do with the Christmas theme, but it’s still Sanrio so I’d give it it them.

Total Rank: 9 out of 10 Cuties. I love this box :3 it was a lot of fun and very cute, I’m very excited to use the items within it and with Christmas coming up again soon (I know I’m horribly behind) and the weather cooling down again, this would be the perfect time to bust them out.

Alright, so what did you guys think? I know it wasn’t my best review, but I was a bit... lacking of words for a couple of items. I managed to knock out 2 reviews though, I feel accomplished. I probably won’t be combining the next two though, because there’s a lot of items in one box, and the other is a special case. I’ll explain when I get to it for anyone who may not have seen my past posts.

Until then, see you next time~

#yume twins #doki doki crate #cutie reviews #sanrio merchandise

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Paint me a Picture

Crossposted on my AO3

Warnings: Spoilers for the main story and ALL of the “Color Trouble” Devilgram episode. Also mentions of alternate reality death and scariness?

Rating: T

Pairing: Kind of just... interactions between characters but Mammon being Mammon and Beel being Beel and Asmo being Asmo--

It’s pretty Beel centric though

Author’s Note: I love them all (mostly) but I feel really iffy about my relationships with all the demons tbh...

I’d realized my mistake the moment I’d reached into my bag to grab the snacks I’d prepared for situations like these-- when Beelzebub got hungry.

I had no food.

Normally, they would just be in my bag, right next to the chocolate bar-shaped pencil case that Belphie had given me when my original one had been destroyed by one of the other brothers’ rampages. Even though it looked like food, Belphie assured me that Beel wouldn’t eat it… it’d been a gift that Asmo had given the redhead as a bit of a joke, and the always-hungry demon did not appreciate it.

But no, not today. Today all I had was my candy shaped eraser (it wasn’t exactly a good eraser, but it was cute). I’d likely left my snacks in the kitchen, forgotten in the morning rush.

With an apologetic look, I shook my head no at Mammon’s inquiry for food. “Sorry, I must have left my snacks back at the house.” Chewing my lip anxiously, I held up my eraser. “Would this work, maybe?”

Asmo looked like he was about to laugh. “That’s totally cute,” the avatar of lust then frowned, holding his chin in thought. “But it’s… not very useful.”

I agreed with him, but eyed Beel worriedly. Maybe I could run and grab some food from the cafeteria. Mammon likely didn’t have the money on him to grab any, and Asmo would probably get distracted by anyone attractive. “Hey, Beel? I’m going to go grab you some food, okay--”

A dark aura began emanating from the ginger twin, and I felt myself shrink in on myself. Whenever they got like this… Even if it was sweet, wonderful Beel-- Especially because it was Beel, I found it hard to stay calm.

“I’m… so…”

Mammon glanced at me quickly, and seeing my frightened expression, took a protective step in front of me. “H-Hang in there, Beel,” Mammon spoke soothingly. I would have to thank him later, even if he wasn’t meaning to protect me. “Try to take a deep breat--”

Beelzebub let out a snarl, horns protruding out of his head and curling. Teeth sharpening as his fingers balled into fists. “Hungry…. HUNGRY!” the demon roared, and I couldn’t help but let out a small, frightened noise as Beelzebub charged out of the classroom, Asmo taking off after him automatically, and Mammon turning to give me a quick inspection before running after his brothers and shouting.

“Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Beel! The cafeteria’s THIS way!”

I hugged myself, shaking slightly. It was still so difficult-- I knew that my reactions made sense, I’d been in so many different traumatic experiences since coming to the Devildom. Most of the brothers had, at one point, made me think that I was going to die. Belphegor had killed a version of me, and I could still remember the feeling of dying as though it had happened… but it did. Man, time travel was crazy. I had a couple of out of place memories and feelings that I was still coming to terms with. Lilith’s, possibly. Or maybe another me’s.

At the sound of a crash, I snapped out of my thoughts and ran out of the classroom with my bag slung over my shoulder, in the direction that Asmo, Beel, and Mammon ran. The school hallways were, thankfully, mostly empty. The lighting was still spooky, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to it. The school was built almost like a castle, with stone walls. Walls that echoed the chaos that seemed to follow the people I’d become relatively close to. I’d just made it to the winding staircase at the end of the hall when I noticed Satan and Simeon in conversation, the angel looking down in the direction of the snarling and shouting.

“Apparently Beel has reached ‘peak hunger’” Satan was explaining with a sigh. “He’s on the verge of losing control.” Seeing me, the blonde-haired man looked relieved. “It’s a good thing he didn’t completely lose it, or you probably wouldn’t be around anymore.”

I tried to ignore what Satan was hinting at. That I’d have been… eaten. Devoured by one of the people I cared about most in the Devildom. The idea made me blanche slightly. “Do either of you have anything we could give him for now?”

At my inquiry, Simeon dug into his bag, as did Satan. The dark-skinned, seemingly always cheerful angel handed me a half-sandwich (Beel always loved Simeon’s sandwiches!) and Satan handed me a neatly wrapped bag of hellfire mushroom rolled cigar cookies (likely prepared by Barbatos and given as a treat for Satan to share with the rest of us… I almost felt guilty that they’d only be eaten by Beel). With a quick “Thank you” to the two of them, I began to run down the stairs, making sure to keep a hand on the rail so I wouldn’t fall.

Once I’d gotten outside, I saw Asmo and Mammon bickering with each other while holding Beel down, the furious red-head struggling to break free from the grasp of his brothers.

“Guys!” I called out, jogging towards them and unwrapping the sandwich. “I brought food!”

“Perfect timing!” Mammon praised, just as his hold on Beel began to slip. “Look, Beel! It’s food!”

It was almost funny, but entirely adorable. Beel’s anger instantly switched to happiness, and he’d lept towards me with an overjoyed expression, eyes locked on the sandwich. “FOOD! Give it to me!” I handed it to him, and he began to dig in. “...so good…! But I need more…”

I held out the bag of cookies to him. “Eat these for now, we can head home and grab you something bigger, okay?”

Beel nodded, mood lifted. As he moved to stand up, his face began to pale and he stumbled on his feet. “...oh no.. I think…” his eyes almost rolled back, and I stepped forward, trying to catch him, but I knew I wouldn’t make it. Instead, Beel crashed backwards into a wall… and as he dazedly began to stumble forward, he let out a pained whine. “...Owwww!” he rubbed the back of his head, and Mammon began to laugh. “Hey, what smells so bad?”

“Oh, um…” Asmo glared at his older brother. “You now what wall you just bumped into?”

Mammon wiped a tear from his eye. “It’s, uh, freshly painted.” the white-haired devil snickered, the burst out in laughter again.

“Check it out!” Asmo let out a laugh of his own. I stepped forward and placed my hands on Beel’s shoulder’s as the poor guy stared at his now paint covered hand in surprise. “There’s a Beel-shaped mark on the wall there now!”

“You okay, Beel?” I asked him gently as he began to frown. Before he could answer, I heard heavy footsteps and looked over to see Lucifer stomping towards us in a fury.

“You lot…” the eldest growled, both Mammon and Asmo audibly gulping. “What’s all the commotion about this time?”

Quickly, Asmo pointed at the now-ruined wall. “Beel’s so hungry that he just fell over and crashed into the wall there.” he explained. Lucifer’s gaze shifted to the freshly painted wall, and anger seemed to come off of the intimidating man in waves.

“Well, I got stuff to do so BYE!” Mammon nearly shouted, running away in a full sprint. His escape disappointed me, if he and Asmo had pinned Beel down literally anywhere else, this wouldn’t have happened.

What disappointed me more was how Asmo followed suit, but at a more relaxed pace. “Right, and I actually have an appointment with my esthetician, so… take care!”

I stood next to Beel, keeping one of my hands on his arm as Lucifer scolded him and ordered him to fix the mess. As soon as the demand left the dark-haired demon’s lips, Beel responded in a voice that reminded me of a wounded animal: “...I’m hungry.”

Lucifer grit his teeth. “No dinner for you. Not until you fix that wall.”

The punishment was too harsh, and Beel’s eyes widened considerably. It almost looked like he was going to cry. So, since I was the only one still there (and also knowing how Lucifer wouldn’t let me take on the whole job myself), I stepped towards Lucifer, giving Beel another worried look before turning my attention on the eldest. “Lucifer, would it be okay if I help him?”

“...thank you,” Beel piped up from behind me. I could hear the smile in his voice.

Lucifer let out a thoughtful hum, looking at his brother’s reaction, then nodded slowly. “Alright then, the two of you can repaint that wall together.” With a sigh, he shook his head, now more disappointed rather than upset. “I’ll be back to check on you shortly. Fix it quickly, if you care about yourselves.”

The two of us stood together in silence as Lucifer walked away, and I let out a sigh, once again holding the cookies out to Beel. “Here, snack on these cookies and I’ll start painting.”

With a small smile, Beelzebub shook his head, holding his hands together and looking down at me gently. “After we’re done. Thank you... so much.”

“I couldn’t just let you do this all alone,” I spotted the nearby paint, and headed towards it. “Not like Mammon and Asmodeus were much help.”

“You used Asmo’s full name,” Beel followed after me, jogging ahead to carry the paint so I wouldn’t have to. “Are you really mad at him?”

I let out a thoughtful hum and grabbed two paint rollers. Still wet, of course-- the wall had been freshly painted. The custodian must have run off when Beel, Asmo, and Mammon dogpiled so close to them. “ Not quite mad. Annoyed… disappointed, but not mad.”

Beel seemed confused by my answer. “...Why?”

Because he and Mammon just abandoned you when Lucifer appeared! “Because…” I let out another sight, shook my head, and smiled at the tall, sweet, slightly clueless friend of mine. “Well, are you mad at Asmo and Mammon?”

“No… not really.”

“If you’re fine, that’s really all that matters.”

The two of us got to work repainting the wall, finding a ladder nearby and hooking the paint can onto it. I stayed on the ground to paint over the Beel-shaped spot while Beel went over spots that the caretaker hadn’t gotten to. Conversation stayed lighthearted, and once the wall was almost completely finished (I just needed a bit of help smoothing out the area Beel had landed on) the devil climbed down the ladder to help me.

“Really, though… I can’t thank you enough,” the second youngest spoke fondly. “ It looks like we’ll be able to make it in time for dinner…”

I smiled up at him, not seeing a trace of the nearly-rampaging beast that he’d been earlier. Beel really was an absolute sweetheart. “I’m glad I was able to help.”

“You really are nice, you know that?” Beel beamed down at me, then touched my face with a finger. “Oh, you’ve got a little paint on your cheek.” At my amused look, he let out a laugh. “Wait, I probably do too, right? Guess we match!”

I laughed too, touching his cheek much like he was touching mine. “ Now we match.”

“Um, excuse me, lovebirds?” The familiar voice of Asmo breaking me out of the fun moment we were having. “What do you think you’re doing?” the avatar of lust had a frown on his face, arms crossed disapprovingly. Mammon was stomping up next to him, cheeks red.

“Yo, quit flirting!”

“Mammon and Asmo…” Beel tilted his head to the side, slightly confused, and held his hands together as Mammon charged up right next to the ladder. Asmo tsked, still staying a ways back.

“Don’t think we didn’t see what you two were doing! We’ve been standing here the whole time, you know!” Asmo chided, not that he really had any right to do so.

Mammon, still red in the face, clenched his hands into fists and glared at Beel. “We saw how you were gettin’ all cute with each other!”

I frowned. “If you guys were here the whole time, why didn’t you help us paint?”

Beel took a second to look at me in suprise as my words sunk in, then glared back at Mammon and Asmo, approaching them. “Exactly. Why didn’t you help? And if you’re not going to help now, then go away. We’re busy right now.”

“Busy?!” Mammon scowled. “Busy gettin’ cute with each other?!”

“What do you mean by ‘getting cute with each other’?” Beel asked his brother calmly. “Because you’ve said that twice now.”

I let out a sigh, smiling at the ground tiredly. Yeah, none of the boys actually saw me as me. I was just like… Lilith. Another sibling. Not that I could blame any of them, really. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about any of them either.

Asmo let out a sigh, giving me an apologetic look before smiling at Beelzebub. “He means he’s jealous of you, Beel.”

At Asmo’s explanation, Mammon spun around to yell “HEY! I didn’t say that!”

“You didn’t need to--” Asmo’s expression morphed into panic as Mammon’s foot caught on the corner of the ladder, it began to topple towards me. “Oh no!”

Almost like it was in slow motion, I stared up at the toppling ladder, one of the paint buckets still hanging from it, and raised my arms up to protect my head as Beel shouted “Look out!” With a flash of black and orange, Beel pulled me into a crushing hug, the ladder bouncing off of his back and the paint soaking into his clothes and on the ground, only a bit of it hitting me. I shook a bit, there were scarier things than falling paint cans and ladders. I knew that there were. But it was still scary. Beel pulled back slightly, concern written all over his face and some of the paint dripping from his hair. “You okay?”

I nodded, reaching up to push his hair back before paint leaked onto his face and dripped onto me. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

With a relieved smile, Beel stepped away from me. “Good.”

As his brothers praised him for his quick rescue, I looked around us at the mess. Mammon tried and failed to absolve himself of guilt, but it clearly wasn’t working as now Beelzebub began to get hangry, his stomach growling audibly as Beel began to stomp threateningly towards his older siblings.

Pushing past Asmo, the redhead ignored the cry of complaint as he poked Mammon’s chest. “It’s your fault if I end up missing dinner, Mammon!” Another rumble. “...mmm, dinner…”

I spotted the bag of cookies that I’d placed down with my schoolbag, out of the way while we worked. As Asmo and Mammon panicked, I snatched a handful of cookies and darted towards my paint-covered saviour. “Beel, open your mouth!” I ordered. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the pact, or just because of Beel, but the horns stopped their growth and began to retract back as I shoved the cookies into his mouth with my less paint-covered hand.

At that moment, I paid no mind to anyone other than Beel. Right now, he was the one I cared about. What with the afternoon we’d had, we were now partners in paint, and since the sweetheart had clearly shown me that he was upset with Asmo and Mammon, I finally felt like I could be mad at them too.

“Mmmmm,” Beel swallowed, leaning towards me tiredly. “Yummy.”

“I told you to return the wall to its original pristine state, so why does this entire place look like a disaster area?”

Beel and I stiffened at the sound of Lucifer’s voice, and before Mammon or Asmo could weasel their way away, I pointed at the two of them. Thankfully, all of the brothers were focused on the clearly agitated Lucifer, who had thankfully been looking at me questioningly.

“ Mammon ,” I mouthed to the stern, dark-haired demon. He raised a questioning eyebrow gaze drifting to Asmo for a moment before returning to me. Well, it wasn’t like Asmo had been helpful , but he hadn’t exactly made the mess. At my uncertain expression, Lucifer sighed and grabbed both Mammon and Asmo before they could run off like last time. He then asked me to get Beel home, since it wouldn’t be good if he ended up on another rampage.

I nodded in agreement, and tugged on Beel’s arm. “Come on Beel, let’s head home. For now you can snack on the rest of the cookies, and you really need a bath before dinner.”

“You’re covered in paint too,” Beel pointed out. “Less than me, but still.”

I grabbed my bag as we began to walk in the direction of the House of Lamentation, Mammon and Asmo receiving instructions from Lucifer behind us. “I’ll take a bath after you, you’re way more paint covered.”

“But… then you might miss dinner. Let’s just get in the bath together, and we can make sure that neither of us still has paint--”

Still within earshot, Mammon shouted after us. “WHAT? No! No baths together!”

I began walking backwards, holding on to Beel’s arm to keep him from turning around as well. “Make sure I don’t crash into anything, okay Beel? And yeah, a bath together sounds like a great idea!” I said the last bit louder than necessary, flipping Asmo and Mammon off and lowering my hand before Lucifer turned around to give me a disapproving look. “Thanks for fixing the wall, guys!”

With a smug smile, I turned back around and linked my arm with Beel. The glutton was looking up, drooling a bit.

“Asmo and Mammon are probably going to miss dinner, right? Do you think I should eat their portion?”

“No,” I answered. “I’ll make you a snack if you’re still hungry, okay? But only if you leave their food alone.”

“Oh, could you make me your special pancakes?”

“Sure, Beel, whatever you want.”

The bath was embarrassing for me, but I’d managed to get all the paint out of Beel’s hair. Dinner was quiet, and I made an obscene amount of pancakes, with both twins walking me to my room while on their way to theirs.

I opened my door, and turned to say goodnight to the twins. “Night Belphie.”

“Yeah, night,” Belphie responded, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

Beel grinned at me. “Thanks again for all your help today. Sweet dreams Lil--” He choked on the name, expression morphing into one of guilt and shock as I smiled back at him, feeling almost numb.

“Goodnight, Beelzebub.”

#shall we date #swd: obey me #obey me: one master to rule them all #shall we date belphegor #shall we date lucifer #shall we date beelzebub #shall we date simeon #shall we date satan #shall we date mammon #shall we date asmodeus #my writing #bitterrenegade stories

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⭐⭐⭐ , go off hun

SAM YOU’RE THE BEST

so would you believeI still have more to say about one day past the end of theworld, and also that I just regularly keep large sections ofcommentary on my laptop in the hopes that someone asks me about myfic (but I also hope it’s like???? things people want to hear….)(specific questions also make me very happy! people think of things Idon’t always think of and I appreciate that.)

also this is long. this is so fucking long.

OKAY, so this fic took, probably, theshortest amount of time to write – four days, one day to edit andpost, but notbecause I like, Knew what I wanted to say but because it got to apoint where I felt like if I added any more it was going to start tomess it up and I didn’t know what else I would add

IT WAS A TUESDAY, afternoon, it was areasonably sunny day. (thatdoesn’t really matter, but I am a detail-oriented person.)I almost constantly have my peaks fanfic document open – it’swhere I jam all the peaks fanfic I write, or I just, write it inthere in the first place, and it’s usually open because the laurafic is in there and that’s a constant presence in my mind until Ifinish it. anyway, at the end of the document, there’s thetranscript I made of the palmer interview from the between two worldsinterview, and I was reading sarah’s section and thinking aboutsarah palmer, for the first time in like, forever,practically.

at the same time, I had a sad lemon manfanfic open, where I have a long paragraph about grief, and I wasalso rereading that and then I just, got to thinking, about actuallythe amount of physical, sickening grief that sarah palmer has in herlife. and I immediately had a very specific line in my head about howI wanted the fanfic to start that I don’t think I wrote down,actually, because that meant COMMITMENT and do you KNOW how many wipsI have, at any given time?? toomany. butI know what it was.

grief was a sick sort of thing, sarahpalmer thought.

and one of my worries in not just fanfic,but particularly and especially in my original fic, is being tooon the nose. particularly indialogue. but like, people need to talk about things!! they do!! andI want to write that!!! but people are also vague and hide things andthey’re stupid, and that’s something that you have to contendwith when you write dialogue – andthe actual narration of the fic. I didn’t write the line down alsobecause I thought it was too onpoint, and it was something I wanted to show,instead. (overthinking about show don’t tell is a constant sourceof stress for, I think, everyone.) (I also tend to overuse the word‘thing’ so that’s also constantly on my mind and another reasonwhy I didn’t use it.)

my favorite part of the between two wordsinterview – the part that I wound up thinking about the most –was the line I used for the summary. I started thinking about howthat gelled with s3 (which is fun.that interview in terms of s3 is GREAT, especially laura’s part),and then, like I always do – i’m serious, everytime I start a new peaks fanfic I do this – I go through ren’smeta and character tags. and I found the interview grace zabriskiedid about sarah killing the man in the bar and hawk visiting her, andhow she mentioned that like, people will extend a hand to you whenyou’re grieving more to make themselves feel better than to helpyou yourself. and this is true. and it made sense, with what sarahsays in the between two worlds interview. “no one really knows whati’m thinking. or cares.”

so what was sarah supposed to do with hawk just saying, if you need anything, let meknow? why didn’t anyone do more? (and, well, also, it’s hard toknow what to do. it’s hard to know what you want people to do, too.I guess it’s really a situationwhere no one’s going to win and no one knows what the bare minimum of action should be. you don’t know what you want or what you’ll accept and sometimes you just never know, because that’s how grief works, but also especially when no one does anything at all.) (but i think what sarah wants or wanted was probably just someone to sit next to her.)

and the more sarah was alone, theloneliershe was, the less she interacted with people who cared, because noone cared, and the more itstarted to stay with her. her hair dresser talks like nothing hashappened (in her own way, trying to help, and again only helpingherself) – but it has happened, and because it’s stuck with sarahso much, she is always, only, just onedayaway from it. every day is reliving it, and every day is knowing thatthis is what she has now and there’s no way she can move forward.(that’s also how the title came to be – I was hard-pressed for atitle this time.)

(also, speaking of the hairdresser, Imean, everyone in town from that point on knows that leland killedlaura and then….killed himself, I guess. and who wants to bringthat up to sarah? who wants to acknowledgethat themselves, that no oneknew, that no one sawthat, that it happened? people dodo things just forthemselves.)

the supernatural is, of course, a veryprevalent part of twin peaks. it’s there, it’s ingrained in theshow. it is! but a lot of people – and even me, when I firststarted watching it!! – see so much of the mystery and thesupernatural and don’t always realize, or understand, or maybe wantto understand, that there is so much grief and suffering and abuse atthe core of the show. sarah palmer loses her entirefamily in a matter of weeks.so, yes, there is so much constant, supernatural darkness in theshow, created by people – but you can’t let that overshadow thefact that sarah palmer has nothingnow. I don’t care about judy, she doesn’t factor into how I viewthe show at ALL, what mattered to me when I was thinking about sarah,what made SENSE to me when I thought about her, was that, ifanything, the thing inside her that was eating her alive and killedthat man in the bar was grief.

so I had sarah, alone and in this house,and I went back to reread your‘the house on the hill’ fic, because I had a couple paragraphsabout sarah and I was trying to figure out how to write her – thismix of sadness but also complete, abject BITTERNESS, abouteverything, this apathy, so that her lines would just, cut off beforeI got too deep into the emotions she was feeling (which is how iwrite laura, with a lot of, very prevalent emotion, laura doesn’tskimp, so it was hard to feel out where sarah was at first), and Iwas trying to balance all that with her scene with the turkey jerky,so I went to rereaditbecause it’s one of my favorites and I was looking for how otherpeople wrote sarah THAT WASN’T GOING TO PISS ME OFF. and dalethinks about sarah and his mother in that fic, and evacommented something about their similarities in the comments, and Ithought, huh. if there’s one person who would, maybe, understandsarah, or that sarah would maybe connect with – it’d be mamacoop, wouldn’t it?

we don’t get a lot of mama coop in mlmtbut I got the impression that she was like, sort of a quiet person,perceptive and calm but reasonably strong-willed and definitelysomebody who loves her son more than anything, more than anyone elsein her family, not the kind ofwoman who’s really cheery or bright but somebody who coop looks atand knows he’s safe and knows she’ll do anything she has to forhim. definitely an opposite personality than sarah but still someonewho can then look at sarah and say ‘i know exactly what you’re goingthrough’ and they have that fine line of understanding. Isawher with straighthair but I also think sort ofslightly wavy hair would work wellwith her too.

aswe got further into s3 when it was originally airing, I was like,half-worried, half-CONVINCED that there was going to be a scene wherelaura just, nonchalantly walked through the palmer house, especiallyin the last few episodes. like, that scene where gordon opens thedoor and there’s laura, in donna’s doorway, displaced in time????I gasped, out loud. the initial shock of seeing that scene for thefirst time has never left me. but it was also one of the things thatgot me thinking, well, there’s no way laura COULDN’T just sortof, show up places now, right? like, as of episode….2??? she’dalready been yoinked from the black lodge, so I figured, welp, girl’sout there, doing her best, no reason why she can’t relive the lastdays of her life in her own house (becausethat’s what I think it’s implied that she’s doing?? with the“she says something, music over the lull of the tv, andstalks out of the living room in all black, a way sarah never sawher.” that was supposed to be the scene in fwwm where laura’sabout to leave the house and donna shows up)–especially when s3 was leading up to the rewriting of that night.

what also got me thinking about laura inthe fic was, I was rewatching sarah’s s3 scenes, because I figured,the fic would have to follow them, or at least address them, and Iwas always struck by the theory after part 14 aired that the smileinside sarah looked like laura’s. so who was to say that, if sarahis consumed by grief, and grief aboutlaura, and laura is hangingaround the house, and killing the guy in the bar is a massivevindication, not letting scumbags get away with treating women,girls,like that – who’s to say laura wasn’t there too? who’s to saythat sarah wasn’t thinking about all the times she had failedlaura, and that sarah was acting in defense of her daughter (who shehas, as I said, always seen as little),the defense she SHOULD’VE done (because I was also worried thatlike, I mean, leland is drugging sarah – that’s pretty obvious,right? but was sarah complicit in this too? I mean sarah for sureloved laura but wasn’ta perfect parent but like, how far does it go? how far does sarahthink it went, now)

so, in rewatching that scene, and sarahsaying “do you really wanna fuck with this?” I was struck by howmuch it reminded me of the scene at the roadhouse in fire walk withme, where jacques renault sends the men over to see laura.particularly, I was thinking more of laura saying, “you willing togo all the way? huh? you gonna do it to me?” but when I went backto rewatch the whole scene (because what I also do when I write peaksfanfic is rewatch scenes….over and over) I realized that “so youwanna fuck the homecoming queen?” really stood out too and remindedme more, in terms of the content, of sarah’s line. (the one i’dinitially thought of matched it more in tone, though.) and if laurawasthere, then of course it made sense for me to think of that scene,and to try and layer the dialogue together. i’d layered notdialogue but emotions/locations before in writingbut i’d done it in poetry, not fanfic, so I wasn’t sure how to doit, or how it would read, or how people would react to it, or ifthey’d get what I was going for at all. but it became one of theparts that hit people the most!!! and i’m so happy it worked how Iwanted it to. (one of these daysI’ll go whole hog and just like, break out every crazy writingthing I learned in my experimental poetry class, and it’ll be agood day.)

additional specific notes –

-the turkey jerky scene did give me ahard time because I already had this very fixed image ofapathetic!sarah and then remembered about the turkey jerky and I waslike ‘mmmm. I do have to contend with that.’ (and I hate havingto change things…..) rewatching it so many times made me look ateverything and I thought, ‘fuck that cashier has blonde hair justlike laura.’ and sarah’s thinking the same thing too.-“somethinghappened, something keeps happening. it’s happening again.” sincesarah says that in the actual scene (and in that scene in the missing pieces Ireferenced later, which I talked about in my other post for this fic)I was thinking, it really is, isn’t it? I mean, sarah of coursealways feels that it’s happening again, but re: cycles of abuse,this blonde girl who looks like laura, BECKY, everybody, it’shappening again

-oh!in a related note! there was that longass thread on reddit atsome point about what was insarah’s kitchen when hawk was at the door (cause some people werelike, it’s judy! and other people were like, it’s the othercashier cause he said he’d deliver her groceries!) and in the termsof this fic, it’s mama coop. that’swhy I brought her up as being in the kitchen. “humming bythe stove, dusting the same spots over and over, locking the windowstight,” the dusting being a reference to coop’s asthma and thewindows to bob and mama coop’s death-speaking of those cashiersthough……...now I’m wondering if they hang out together and whathappened when he brought sarah her groceries. who are these lil teenagers. who are they

-“aren’t there some things tooterrible to tell our children?” is about bob and is a direct quoteto what coop says to sarah in s2 and that’s why she closes her eyes -sometimes, I need asecond opinion.me: hey mom can youlook at this bar sign and tell me if you think it’s elks point bar#9 or elks point #9 barmom: elks point bar#9.me, months later:….but what if it was #9 elks point bar………………..

-the end part wheremama coop looks older than she’s ever been to sarah was supposed to be a reference to TFD where mama coop lived a littlelonger in the redone timeline, because laura’s left the house to godie so from that point on the timeline for sure starts to fracture(she did, didn’t she????? live a little longer????? or am Imisremembering?????? this is the one time I do not have the energy tofact-check like four times)-sarah wrapping herhand around the bottle was as close as I wanted to get to part17!sarah slamming the bottle into laura’s picture but that’s whatshe was about to do with it, because she’s just seen laura leaveagain and knows she’s not coming back

-Ilistened to three songs while writing this – running up that hillby kate bush, the chromatics cover of running up that hill, and achoral version of the coventry carol (the lully, lulla, lullay). Iwas just thinking about running up that hill at the time and I wasstill entranced by lully lulla lullay from last december and wantedto listen to it too, and the songs just wound up vibing.

#lulu talks about peaks #cerealninjakat

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hydrospanners · 5 years

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a little eggstra When Doc makes a small addition to the shopping list, a certain Jedi's inexperience with groceries is revealed. Based on a Tumblr post from days of yore. SWTOR. Mostly genfic but established F!Jedi Knight x Doc makes an appearance. 1400 words. AO3.

0400 hours is a hell of a time for a grocery run, but when your pregnant wife wants fried werris eggs, you get her fried werris eggs. Cherita learned that the hard way.

Even at peak hours, Dellard’s is usually pretty quiet. It’s small and out of the way, and at 0400 she expects it to be deserted. Instead, she’s nearly plowed over by a trolley as soon as she steps through the door. The white-knuckled man hunched over its handle doesn’t seem to have even noticed her, zipping past at a speed she didn’t think Dellard’s old trolleys could achieve, his face all pinched up in an expression that’s either anger or determination.

His trolley is full of eggs.

There isn’t time to count them, not with him trying to make the jump to hyperspace in the dairy aisle, but Cherita is sure there were upward of twenty cartons.

That is so many eggs.

The second she dares to step back into the narrow aisle, she is nearly run over a second time by a woman apparently giving chase to the egg man. She is tall like he is, brown-skinned and broad-shouldered, and apparently sculpted from Durosian marble. The impossibly form-fitting athletic pants she wears cling to the edge of every muscle, revealing a tight, shapely ass that Cherita kind of wants to take a bite out of.

It’s distracting enough she forgets about the weird egg thing.

“Rhese!” The woman shouts, catching up with the man in a tight corner while Cherita contemplates the morality of grabbing a sneak shot of that ass for Lua’s benefit. No one likes a good ass more than her wife.

“You said this was a beer run,” the man who is apparently Rhese shouts back.

“It is! Doc just asked me to pick up a few things while we’re out.”

Cherita turns the corner right behind them, following them a little out of curiosity but mostly because they’ve decided to have their domestic right in front of the eggs. Ass or no ass, Lua only has so much patience.

“What could Doc possibly need twenty-four cartons of eggs for at this hour?”

The woman just shrugs.

“This doesn’t concern you?” The man demands, his voice pitching higher in the kind of exasperation Cherita has gotten to know well through this pregnancy.

“He’s trying to cure Huttese nether-rot or Bothan wasting disease or something. I don’t ask questions.”

“You don’t ask--You’re--” The man gapes at her. Now that she can see their faces, Cherita decides they must be siblings. Maybe even twins. “You’re letting him mix chemicals? On the ship? Where we live?”

Cherita doesn’t think she’s ever heard a man’s voice go that high.

“He’s a doctor, Rhese. What do you think he does while he’s waiting for us to get blown up again?”

“You’re the only one who gets blown up! And I have a very good idea about what he does with his spare time.” The man shudders theatrically, and Cherita thinks she has a pretty good idea what this doctor might be doing with his free time too. Which reminds her they’re almost out of eggplant and she should probably grab some while she’s here.

“I think you might be projecting, little brother.” The woman plucks a carton of something gelatinous from the shelf and casually examines its label, as if she had no idea the man was turning a hue of red so violent it was nearly purple. Their fond antagonism gave Cherita a little pang of longing for her own sisters.

“I do not--” The man splutters before he can quite stop himself. “No. You know what, I’m calling Doc. There is no possible reason he could need this many eggs and I am not going to be trapped on a ship recycling air that smells of whatever he thinks he’s doing.”

“Suit yourself.” The woman drops the gelatinous something back on the shelf and turns to peruse a display of energy pudding, giving Cherita a great view of her ass. So sculpted and firm. Her tenuous commitment to morality and the privacy of strangers withers, and she fishes out her own holocomm as the woman’s brother pulls out his.

She’s already sent Lua three pictures of the woman’s chiseled rear when a blue figure crackles to life over the man’s comm.

“Miss me already?” The figure asks.

The man--Rhese--makes a disgusted noise. “What exactly are you planning to do with three hundred werris eggs?” He demands without preamble.

The woman, paying very little attention to this conversation, shifts her stance and Cherita feels obliged to send Lua another three or four pictures of her ass in this new, slightly different position.

“Three hundred eggs? What are you talking about, Junior?”

The man shifts his comm so the figure can see the trolley full of eggs. There is a moment of silence, and then the figure bursts into laughter.

“Where’s Rea?” He asks.

Frowning, Rhese turns the holocomm so it will capture his sister’s image. The figure gives an appreciative whistle, which Cherita finds immensely relatable, and the woman apparently called Rea answers with a wink.

“Have I mentioned how much I like those pants?”

“You said they looked great on the floor.”

“Damn. I made a good point.”

“Ugh,” Rhese groans. “Can we please focus?”

The figure laughs, but changes the subject. “Listen, Gorgeous. I gotta ask. When I said I needed two dozen eggs--What exactly did you hear?”

The woman blinks a few times before answering. “Two dozen eggs. That’s what I got.” She gestures to the trolley full of eggs and Cherita, despite not knowing these people at all, figures she sees where this went sideways.

“Oh, Rea.” The figure says fondly. “Light of my life. My sun, my moon, my very sexy stars. Did you pick up two dozen cartons of eggs?”

Rea nods. “That’s what you asked for.”

The figure turns back to face the brother, Rhese. A beat of silence passes before they simultaneously burst into laughter. Cherita finds herself smiling too, watching the puzzlement cross the woman’s face. She pops one of the cartons open, her lips moving silently as she counts and--

“Oh,” she says. “There’s twelve eggs in here.”

“Also known as a dozen,” her brother laughs, looking very smug.

“I know how much a dozen is, thank you,” Rea says drily, but with a hint of a smile. She’s evidently the sort of woman who’s comfortable with laughing at herself. Cherita wonders if she’s interested in threesomes.

“I can’t believe you’ve never looked inside a carton of eggs before,” the man on the holo says, still laughing. After a beat, he adds, “No, actually that makes perfect sense. I’ve seen you cook.”

“You said you wanted a hot meal. The only thing you eat is energy pudding. What was I supposed to take away from that?”

Rhese grimaces comically. “What did you do to the poor energy pudding?”

“Let’s say lightsabers aren’t meant for cooking and leave it at that,” the figure on the holo says.

Lightsabers, huh? Well that’s--That’s sure something. Probably answers her question about the threesome.

“If you two idiots are done,” the apparent Jedi says, rolling her eyes, “I think we should probably let this lovely woman finish her shopping in peace.”

The man looks up, startled, and immediately flushes when he sees they have an audience. “Oh,” his voice turns a little breathy, almost embarrassed, as he addresses Cherita. “I am so sorry. I didn’t realize--”

“I should probably get back to this huge chemical fire, anyway,” the figure on the holocomm says, just before winking out.

“Wait--” the man’s attention jerks away from Cherita. “What? Doc? What?!”

The woman looks at Cherita and rolls her eyes. Cherita finds herself nodding along sympathetically, feeling a little bit outside her own body. Almost like that time she met Cole Steele. Or whatever the name of the guy who plays him in the vids is. She doesn’t know why it should feel like that with a woman who is nothing more to her than a stranger with a great ass and a hilarious misconception about the packaging of eggs, but there it is.

“He was joking, right?” The man asks.

“Probably not.” The woman takes her brother by the elbow and starts to direct them toward the register, two dozen cartons of eggs still in their trolley. Cherita watches them go with a fluttery feeling in her stomach that only multiplies when the woman tosses her a wink over her shoulder. “Get home safe, Beautiful,” she says.

For the first time since her wedding, Cherita finds herself blushing.

She can’t wait to tell Lua about this.

#swtor #jedi knight #swtor doc #archiban kimble #docember #my fic #nirea velaran #rhese velaran #the velaran legacy #this was not as doc-centric as i wanted #for docember #but i found it in my drafts folder #complete since 2014 #it seemed time to finally publish it #so enjoy i guess

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