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#verse: getting used to my life

bloodandgunsmoke · 11 months

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@nothinglikegod

“I think it would be.”

Vash watches him twirl the knife razor with dexterous fingers. Not completely guileless, his eyes linger on its sharp edge with something that’s not quite anxiety but just barely borders on it. If he’s truly concerned, however. He exhibits no other signs of being so and continues to sit still in cooperation, even smiling a little at the threat as if Wolfwood had paid him some sort of compliment.

“I trust you”, he says simply, with complete earnestness. It’s almost a surprise to himself when he realizes that he means it. When his friend moves to straddle his lap Vash feels his breath catch in his chest and his throat bobs under the knife as his eyes lock onto Wolfwood’s, just slightly wider than they had been earloer. He watches his friend's face a while as the knife scrapes along the one cheek and then they slip shut in a demonstration of that trust.

The weight on him is grounding, reassuring, comforting even. It draws his drifting thoughts back from the beyond and to the present and he can’t help but release a small sigh. Some tension he didn’t realize he’d been carrying drains out of him and he allows Wolfwood’s hands to guide his head this way and then that in order to accommodate the knife’s journey across the plains and valleys of his face.

The wind is pleasant on his skin which still feels just this side of too warm. The sounds of wind chimes, far off voices, and Wolfwood’s steady breathing are almost enough to put him to sleep.

Yes, he says in his mind, willing the man above him to hear it. Yes, yes, yes…. A thousand times.

I’d sleep better with you at my back. He imagines it. This warmth and weight near him every night. A smile tugs at one corner of his mouth and Vash schools it back into position. …If only the rest of his body was so accommodating.

#nothinglikegod #verse: getting used to my life #you could have mentioned that earlier actually

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yuwuta · 28 days

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yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always.

#atp i need to shut and write the omega verse fics that consistency plague my mind #but while im here time for my obligatory megumi mention bc i mentioned dogs teehee #yes megumi attack dog hes megumi grumbly yes megumi bark bark bite bite BUT BUT BUTTTT #megumi is also used to like... hm........ taming? having? caring for? people in his life and also literal (divine) dogs #so for him yes he bites and barks #but he also... he gets confused if YOU dont follow him around like a puppy bc everyone else in his life has so why not you?#gojo's always been the annoying yapping pomeranian chewing on his arm even if he didn't ask #always in megumi's space even tho he didn't ask but he learned to deal with it #won't admit it but knows that too much attention is better than having someone who couldn't give a shit about you #yuuji is the golden in everybody's life and megumi is no exception #unmovable unshakeable and incredibly addictive even if he doesn't mean to be #and very very attached to the people he cares about so yeah yuuji is loud and annoying but he's also loyal and megumi respects that so fine #nobara is like... she decided she liked megumi and was upset about it so she bit his ankle and he tried to kick her off but she has too muc #pride to get shaken off by someone as scrawny as megumi and somewhere along the way megumi became impressed that she was still there even i #it hurt a bit and she was a little rough it's not like he was worse so fine whatever she can stay too #so if you like... if you dont hover around megumi if you dont pry if you dont prod then he has to be the dog smh #now he's gotta bite for your attention and nudge you and how annoying. he's gonna keep doing it tho. as long as he has to #or until you learn to fall in line and accept your leash too whichever comes first n e way.... anyway.............#somebody's pampered omega always gets what he wants megumi complex is showing......#this was about yuuta right? ok i'll put his tags now....#juju #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader

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crystal-verse · 7 months

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god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?

he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.

#bound with thread | original posts #letters in verse | talking #g'raha tia #crystal exarch #hello everyone i am being Incredibly Normal about g'raha tia at -checks time- 12:02 am #you ever think about the fact that arr g'raha is basically killed/replaced when the exarch wakes up in 5.3. because i do. a lot #hi i have brainworms over this man he's SO tragic and i need to hold him gently in my hands like how you cradle a small trembling kitten #genuinely happy about his character growth and progression and happy ending and all but arr g'raha was the one who grabbed my focus #and i do miss a lot of that character sometimes yknow? post-shb g'raha isn't the same person as arr g'raha and that's intentional‚ i think‚#because he has gone through so much that we didn't see. so much trauma and pain because of the 8th umbral era and that loss he got hit with #and he's not the same person because he's *had* to change so much to keep himself and his people alive and i'm glad he's getting to #experience life to the fullest in endwalker onwards but just. i miss arr g'raha yknow #honestly the silliest thing about it is i miss his student of baldesion tattoo. was a fun little design element you know.#show us the tattoo again squeenix. give him back his red eyeshadow that he had.#give him his bow back i am begging #this has been: incomprehensible ramblings from simon at 12 at night

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bidoofenergy · 2 years

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let’s ditch the dance floor

it starts with a Grian Party and a cowboy hat (yeehaw) also on AO3 (5,011 words)

Like far too much in Jimmy’s life, it starts with a Grian Party. Jimmy doesn’t want to go when he first hears whispers of another legendary party at Grian’s place. Grian loves a theme and it’s almost time for a third murder mystery party. Jimmy isn’t interested in being the victim for the third time. Grian swears the roles were randomly assigned, but he looked way too pleased when Jimmy announced, “I’m dead. Again.”

Grian’s formal invitation comes as Jimmy is slowly puzzling through this week’s reading for a philosophy class. He’d love to just skim through and call it a day, but this professor is a little too fond of asking detailed questions to anyone she thinks isn’t paying attention for Jimmy’s comfort. Not that Jimmy doesn’t pay attention! But sometimes he’s still stuck on the last thing she said and then he loses track of the lecture and she asks him a question and he’s barely processed it before she’s mad at him and moving on.

Jimmy’s phone buzzes and he swipes open the text notification, smiling at the contact photo he’d set for Grian: a grainy picture of a younger Grian with a slightly unhinged smile and the reflection of fireworks in his eyes.

Grian: hi tim party at mine this saturday don’t worry you’re not fake dying this time it’s a costume party

Grian: im’ randomly assigning everyone a letter come dressed as something starting with that letter and it better be good or i’m not letting you in

Jimmy snorts and taps the link Grian included. It opens a wheel picker website, titled “good costumes or DEATH”. There’s only one option: C.

Jimmy: grian there’s only one option

Grian: don’t be difficult tim just spin the wheel

Jimmy: THERE’S ONLY ONE OPTION

Grian: SPIN THE DAMN WHEEL TIM

Grian: and send me a screenshot when you do im making a spreadsheet

Jimmy sighs, a little amused despite himself. Of course Grian is making a spreadsheet. He’ll probably be checking everyone’s costumes at the door and rating them for quality and adherence to theme. He taps the button that says “spin” and watches the digital wheel spin pointlessly. “C!” the website announces happily and Jimmy sends a screenshot to Grian.

Jimmy: [image]

Grian: thank you god was that so hard

Jimmy: i hate you

Grian: strong words

Grian: if you show up as a fish again im kicking you out.

At this Jimmy groans out loud and winces when the person at the table next to him sends him a glare. It’s early in the semester, but it’s never too early for the upper floors of the ESU library to be full of anxious try-hards. Grian, as usual, is purposefully making his life difficult. He knows that Jimmy barely has anything for a costume. He’s shown up to at lease three different parties in the codfish mask he originally made for the D&D campaign fWhip ran last year.

Jimmy: why did you give me C just to tell me not to show up as the codfather

Grian: i don’t know what you’re talking about

Grian: if you show up in your LARP costume im stealing your shitty face

Jimmy: IT’S NOT LARP

Jimmy: OH MY GOD HOW MANY TIMES

Grian: oh my cod*

Despite himself, Jimmy laughs. The person nearby coughs pointedly and Jimmy takes the hint. He starts to pack up his things, thinking about costumes that start with the letter C that he can throw together before the weekend. Grian loves to make his life difficult: telling him on Wednesday about a party on Saturday, not letting him wear his usual costume, making him laugh and have to leave the library. He’s probably going to try to introduce people to Jimmy. Grian loves an inter-school party and he loves to throw Jimmy to the wolves. The wolves in this case being HCU students that only know him as Grian’s pseudo-younger-brother that died at both murder mystery parties

Jimmy’s still going to the party, of course, and he has just the costume in mind.

Grian doesn’t answer the door when Jimmy arrives on Saturday, which is a little disappointing, but Gem does, which more than makes up for it. “Hi Jimmy!” she exclaims. She’s dressed up as a butterfly, in a black dress with wings that look like a monarch butterfly and pompom antennae on a headband.

“Howdy ma’am.” Jimmy grins and touches the brim of his hat. He’s speaking with his best southern American accent. It isn’t very good. “I must say, you make a mighty fine butterfly.”

“You’re a cowboy!” Gem claps her hands together in delight. “Oh my gosh, that’s so great!” She moves aside to let him in and Jimmy follows.

Jimmy is indeed a cowboy, wearing mostly pieces that he got as props to help get in character for Pixil’s new campaign. His character is a sheriff, but without the badge he’s like any other cowboy. He’s got a cowboy hat that’s almost comically large on his head and a genuine-leather fringe vest that was the luckiest thrift-find of his life. He’s wearing jeans, a light blue button-down that probably won’t survive the night unstained, and a bandana around his neck. He’s also wearing a beat-up, ancient pair of Docs, which are the closest shoes he has to cowboy boots. He wears the vest and hat to D&D games because it’s fun to get into character, not because they’re LARP-ing, Grian.

“Thanks! It’s most of the Sheriff.” he confesses and Gem laughs.

“I guessed.” She hops and smacks the brim of his hat so it falls over his eyes.

“Gem!” Jimmy shrieks and Gem just laughs. By the time he fixes his hat, she’s gone and Grian’s standing in front of him, very close, and inspecting his costume. “Hey Grian.” Jimmy says and absolutely doesn’t jump. He lets Grian scrutinize him—parties are always more fun when Grian feels in charge.

“Hi Tim.” Grian replies. He’s inspecting Jimmy’s vest, right where the Sheriff’s badge usually sits. He sniffs and steps back. “Acceptable.” he announces—high praise for him to give Jimmy. “Not on my level of course.” He spreads his arms to let Jimmy take in his full costume, revealing red and blue wings attached to his wrists. He’s stuck fake feathers to his cheeks and his eyeshadow is green and yellow and dramatic.

“You look so cool!” Jimmy enthuses and Grian preens under the praise, lifting his chin and looking every inch the proud, pesky parrot he’s trying to be. “Who did your makeup, Scar?”

“Fuck you!” Grian squawks, insulted, and Jimmy knows that’s a yes. He starts laughing and Grian smacks the brim of his hat over his eyes, again. Jimmy sighs. He pulls his hat back up and Grian dances away. He’s barely been here five minutes and that’s happened twice already. It’s shaping up to be the running gag for the night. He decides to find a drink.

Scott is in the kitchen, in an icy blue dress, mixing drinks in a giant glass dispenser. Mumbo’s there too, looking a little terrified as Scott casually pours an entire bottle of pineapple-flavored rum into the dispenser. He’s dressed fairly normally, in jeans and a turtleneck, but he’s got fake blood smeared around his mouth. For a moment, Jimmy considers a graceful retreat—not that he’s avoiding Scott, that would be silly, it’s been almost 7 months since they broke up!—but before he can decide, Mumbo sees him and says, “Hi Tim.” Scott glances up and smiles a little at the awkward way Jimmy’s standing in the doorway and stammering out a reply.

“Hey Mumbo.” Jimmy manages. “Nice blood.” He pauses and then mentally kicks himself for it. “Hey Scott.”

“Hey Jimmy.” Scott replies, effortlessly casual, as always. He cracks open a bottle of Sprite and starts pouring. “Or should I say: Howdy Sheriff.” Clearly, he recognizes the props from D&D nights and, unlike Gem, he doesn’t mind putting Jimmy on the spot for it.

“I’m a cowboy.” Jimmy sniffs. “No badge, see.” He taps his chest before grabbing a cup from the top of the upside-down stack. “Could I get a drink Elsa?” he asks, holding the cup out to Scott.

“I’m an ice queen.” Scott insists. He grabs his own cup and another bottle of rum. “Don’t let Grian hear you say that.” He turns to Mumbo. “C’mon, do a shot with us.”

“I dunno, Grian told me to take it easy.” Mumbo replies, hesitant, but still holds his own cup out.

Scott rolls his eyes and pours them each a healthy shot. “We all know Grian only said that because he and Scar are planning on getting shitfaced and need a babysitter. Cheers.” They knock their cups together and down their shots. Jimmy coughs, immediately, and the other two laugh.

“I’m gonna go find Grian.” Mumbo says and, as he passes Jimmy, taps the brim of his hat down and over his eyes. Scott bursts into laughter.

“Mumbo,” Jimmy complains. This really is going to be the party’s running gag if even Mumbo is joining in.

“Sorry mate.” Mumbo laughs as he leaves, not sounding very apologetic. “Couldn’t resist.” Jimmy just sighs and fixes his hat. When he gets it on properly again, Scott’s taken his cup again and is pouring him another shot.

“Are you trying to get me to fall asleep in the middle of a party again?” Jimmy asks, complaining again, but he downs the shot. He’s not about to let the risk of yet again waking up with a stack of solo cups balanced on his head stop him from having a good time. Scott laughs and the warm feeling in Jimmy’s empty stomach is just the alcohol burning pleasantly on its way down. Nothing else.

He needs to find an out before he spends yet another night pathetically shadowing his ex, hanging off the way his mouth forms Jimmy’s name, the familiar way Jimmy’s chest twists when he joins the others in their ribbing.

“Hand me a ladle?” Scott asks and Jimmy finds one in Grian’s perpetually malfunctioning dishwasher.

The worst part is that, as he hands Scott the ladle, he can see the same question in his mind across Scott’s face: are we doing this again tonight?

Scott, clearly annoyed at having a moment of understanding with his ex, uses the wrong end of the ladle to smack the brim of Jimmy’s hat down. “Scott,” Jimmy exclaims, but is immediately cut off.

Cleo bursts into the kitchen, wearing a lion onesie Jimmy knows is Scott’s, her hair teased into a bright orange mane, and yelling at Scott to “hurry up with the drinks before Grian has a conniption or I break his legs because honestly theses are both very likely outcomes.” She stalks across the room, pours herself a shot and downs it before looking over at Jimmy.

Jimmy lifts a hand to say hello but Cleo interrupts him again, pointing at him with her empty cup and laughing, “Oh, this is too good.”

“What?” Jimmy wines. He just got here! He’s barely started drinking, what is possibly so funny?

“Have you seen Tango yet?” Cleo turns to Scott, ignoring Jimmy completely.

“Yeah,” Scott laughs, clearly in the know. “I was gonna let him find out on his own.”

“Find what out?” Jimmy tries to physically insert himself between Cleo and Scott only for Cleo to have a hand out and hit his hat over his eyes, without even looking.

“Sorry!” Cleo calls, laughing, not very sorry. She turns back to Scott and says, “I can’t wait that long. I have to see his reaction.” That’s all the warning Jimmy gets before Cleo’s grabbed his hand and drags him out the kitchen, into the living room and the party. Jimmy stumbles past Grian, who’s definitely close to having a conniption, and Scar—in a Mike Wazowski onesie? —right outside the kitchen and through the people casually dancing in the living room. As far as Grian Parties go, it’s remarkably laidback, though Jimmy knows that as soon as Scott’s punch makes its way out, that will change.

Cleo stops by the TV, where a couple of guys are huddled around the mess of cables, arguing about something. She pushes Jimmy in front of her, like an offering to the tech nerds, and calls out, “Tango!” One of the tech nerds glances up and Jimmy feels the air leave his lungs.

Jimmy’s met Tango before, in passing as one of Grian’s many HCU friends that Jimmy can barely keep straight. He’d been at Grian’s murder mystery parties, though they’d barely interacted, and probably at some of Scott’s much larger parties. But for all the times Jimmy’s met Tango before, he somehow isn’t prepared for Tango right now, hands full of wires, in a red button-down that’s open at the top, throat covered by a bandana, blond hair swept back by a wiry headband.

“Well, one of us has to change.” Tango says, grinning.

“Huh?” Jimmy replies, intelligently, and then spots Tango’s very cool pair of cowboy boots. “No!” he cries, gesturing dramatically. Tango frowns down at his own shoes and the group around them laughs. “Your boots are so much cooler than mine!” Thankfully, Tango laughs too.

“Well, that’s all I wanted.” Cleo announces cheerfully, clapping Jimmy on the back a bit too hard. “See you later boys!” She heads back to the kitchen, leaving Jimmy who’s only a little devastated by the situation, Tango, and Tango’s friends who all look very amused.

“I thought we all got different letters.” Jimmy frowns. He hopes he isn’t pushing the topic, like he does all too often.

“Yeah, I got ‘R’.” Tango explains as he goes back to the mess of wires behind the TV. “I’m a rancher.” He doesn’t seem annoyed at Jimmy yet, which is always a plus.

“Oh.” Jimmy feels a bit ridiculous just standing there as Tango and his friends work on Grian’s TV, but he was actually a little upset to see someone wearing a similar but cooler costume, especially because it seemed like something Grian would orchestrate to mess with him. “I’m a cowboy.” He adds, probably a little too late.

“Yeah?” Tango turns back to him, hands now empty. “Your hat looks so cool dude.” He reaches out and nudges the brim up into the right spot, while maintaining eye contact. Jimmy feels his face burn.

“I like your boots.” He blurts and Tango’s smile softens.

“You guys got this?” he asks his friends over his shoulder, not breaking eye contact.

“Yeah, go have fun.” One replies without looking. Jimmy recognizes Impulse, one of Grian’s old roommates, in a long, fake beard. He pushes Tango out of the way and Tango goes easily, laughing.

“You wanna get a drink?” he asks, gesturing back to the kitchen.

“Sure.” Jimmy squeaks.

The worst part about Scott’s punch is that, even knowing exactly how much alcohol is in it, Jimmy can still drink it like it’s juice. Tango pours both a cup and they find an unoccupied section of wall to stand against. Jimmy feels so nervous and awkward, he drains half the cup before the burn in his chest and stomach registers and he slows down.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Scott knows how to mix a drink.”

Tango laughs. “Yeah, that first murder mystery party threw, I got pretty sloshed on accident.”

“Ugh, don’t talk to me about the murder mystery parties.” Jimmy throws his head back dramatically and the wall nearly knocks his hat off.

“Oh yeah,” Tango reaches behind his head and fixes Jimmy’s hat for him. “You were the victim, right?”

Jimmy tries to ignore the warmth of Tango’s hand lingering on the back of his neck. “Yeah, even though the roles were “completely random”. Can’t wait for Grian’s next murder mystery party so I can spend half the night playing a corpse and talking to no one!” he exclaims sarcastically. He doesn’t actually think Grian rigged the roles but, knowing his luck, it’ll definitely happen again. Tango frowns, looking like he wants to ask a question, but before he can, Scott slides out of the crowd to stand in front of Jimmy.

“There’s food that I know you need to eat, lightweight.” he tells Jimmy teasingly, jerking his head towards the table of snacks Jimmy missed earlier. Jimmy groans, though he knows Scott is right. He didn’t get a chance to eat before coming over and, if he doesn’t want to pass out at Grian’s again, he needs to get food in his stomach.

Scott glances over at Tango and raises and eyebrow, as if seeing him for the first time. “Oh, this is cute.” He gestures between the two of them. “Put together you both have the full outfit.”

“Hey, leave my rancher partner alone.” Jimmy throws his arm around Tango’s shoulder and puffs out his chest.

“Yeah, leave my cowboy friend alone!” Tango mimics him, though their height difference means he’s on his tiptoes which kind of undermines the point they’re making.

Scott presses his lips the way he does when he really wants to laugh, which Jimmy counts as a win. “This is all very… homoerotic, but I’m leaving now.” He says and slides back into the crowd, calling out for Cleo as he goes.

Tango immediately dissolves into giggles, leaning on Jimmy for support. His hand slips off Jimmy’s shoulder to rest on Jimmy’s hips and Jimmy flushes even as he laughs along.

“We’ve gotta stick together now,” Tango says after he calms down a bit. “Pretend like this was on purpose.”

“Of course this was on purpose.” Jimmy gasps in mock insult and Tango starts giggling again. Jimmy, pleased, decides to try the southern accent again. “Let’s go round up some food, partner.”

“That was awful.” Tango cries, delighted, and pulls Jimmy by the waist towards the food.

It’s quickly clear that in the time Jimmy and Tango had been talking, the food had been thoroughly picked over. There’re still some things left, like cupcakes Jimmy recognizes as Lizzie’s and mozzarella sticks that he grabs a handful of.

“Gross Tim,” Grian’s voice calls from behind Jimmy. “Have some class.” He appears suddenly by Jimmy’s elbow and Jimmy jumps.

“Hey Grian.” Tango waves from where he’s refilling their cups with the last of the punch.

“Hey Tango,” Grian says absently, more focused on stacking empty dishes, then double-takes as he processes their costumes. “Aww, that’s so cute, you’re matching with Timmy. I’m so sorry.” He nudges Jimmy away from the table. “Make room for the grown-ups Tim. We’re gonna start playing beer pong here.” Jimmy groans and grabs another handful of mozzarella sticks. Beer pong is an awful, horrible game and he doesn’t understand why Grian likes it so much. Jimmy doesn’t have the coordination or the taste for beer to have any fun.

“Maybe we can team up?” Tango suggests, which is really very sweet of him.

“No.” Jimmy and Grian insist in unison. No boy is cute enough to play beer pong for and no matter how sweet Tango is right now, Jimmy doubts he actually has the patience for Jimmy’s utter lack of coordination especially when it’ll be made worse by him already being pleasantly tipsy.

Grian, who looks like he passed tipsy a while ago, shakes his head and shoos them away. “Go be gay on the balcony or something, Timmy is not playing beer pong.” Tango frowns but follows Jimmy as he heads for the balcony door, laughing.

“Okay, we’re leaving, you control freak.” Jimmy calls at Grian teasingly.

“Fuck you!” Grian yells and smacks Jimmy’s hat down over his eyes again. Jimmy just laughs and stumbles along, his hands too full to fix his hat, until he feels Tango gently grab his wrist and lead him out. The cool night air washes over him and he breaths a sigh of relief, thankful to be away from the heat and noise of the crowded living room. Annoyingly, Grian was write to send him towards the balcony. He needed to step out for a minute.

He finally gets his hat to sit right and glances over at Tango, who’s looking at him with a serious, unreadable expression. Jimmy doesn’t try to understand, just offers up one of his hands. “Mozzarella stick?”

“Sure,” Tango says softly and takes one.

Calling Grain’s balcony, a balcony is generous. He has a ground floor apartment and the bushes in front were cut down before he even moved in, so it’s really a tiny patio with warm Christmas lights up year-round and a single camping chair.

Tango gets the lights on and they eat the mozzarella sticks and talk, the music and noise from the party distant. Tango’s a senior in electrical engineering at HCU and he tells Jimmy about meeting Grian in an entry—level physics lab and the horrible circuits Grian tried to turn in. Jimmy tells him about the ridiculous pranks Grian roped him into when they were in high school and the D&D game his costume is really for. He’s embarrassed and apologetic when he realizes he accidentally talked about his ridiculous paladin Dungeons and Dragons character for nearly five minutes straight, but Tango waves him off and tells him about the boardgame he’s spent the last five months developing for his friends.

Jimmy finds himself hanging on to Tango’s every word as he talks about game balance and designing items and building circuitry to make the game flashier for no reason other than that it would be cool. Jimmy agrees: it is very cool. He barely understands any of the math the balancing took but Tango clearly does and he’s so passionate and smart and cute Jimmy is going to scream if he doesn’t do anything about it before the end of the night. And he keeps acting like he isn’t, waving off the work he’s done for this game as if it’s normal.

Jimmy is on the right side of tipsy, warm and confident and happy, and emboldened enough to take one of Tango’s hands in his own and interrupt his attempt to downplay his work. “This sounds so cool Tango. You’re so cool.” The earnestness of his own voice surprises him and, by the way Tango freezes and flushes, surprises Tango as well.

“Thank you.” Tango says. “You’re really cool too. I’ve really enjoyed talking to you tonight.” All the bravado Jimmy had felt until then suddenly leaves him and now he’s looking at the ground, ears and cheeks heating up.

“Hey,” Tango says gently and he’s got a finger under Jimmy’s chin, lifting his face back up. They’re going to kiss; Jimmy can feel it in his bones. They’re going to kiss and Grian’s going to take all the credit for it in his best man’s speech.

The balcony door crashes open and Joel barges through, yelling Jimmy’s name. Jimmy and Tango both jump and, judging by his self-satisfied smirk, that was Joel’s plan exactly. “Jimmy!” he calls again, like they didn’t see each other two days ago in their horrible economics class. He’s wearing a t-shirt with a picture of another one of Grian’s friends, Etho, printed on it. Before Jimmy can say anything, Joel turns to Tango and says, “Etho wanted to see you, by the way. Something about an H-T-M-I cord?”

“HDMI,” Tango corrects flatly. He squeezes Jimmy’s hand quickly. “I’ll be right back,” he says and slips back inside.

As soon as Tango leaves, Joel turns to Jimmy with a shit-eating grin. “Shut it.” Jimmy groans and buries his face in his hands.

“I didn’t say a thing.” Joel says, laughing. “Gosh Jimmy, you’re holding hands already? You dog—” Jimmy shoves Joel, trying not to laugh. “Rude!” Joel exclaims and shoves Jimmy back. “I’m here to compliment you on a job well done and this is how you treat me?”

“You interrupted us!” Jimmy complains

“Etho needed help.” Joel insists and shoves Jimmy again, for good measure.

“Oh, and you do everything Etho tells you to?”

“Duh,” Joel rolls his eyes and spins to show off the back of his shirt. “I’m his biggest fan.”

The back of his shirt says, in writing Joel clearly did in a hurry with a marker: #1 ETHO FAN. Jimmy has to laugh.

“I can’t believe Grian let you get away with “Etho stan” as a costume.” Jimmy says, though he actually isn’t surprised. Grian probably thought it was funny, and that was enough.

“At least it’s not a D&D cosplay.” Joel pokes Jimmy in the chest where his sheriff’s badge usually is. “Nerd.”

“You play too!” Jimmy retorts and has to dodge out of the way when Joel tries to grab his hat. They scuffle for a minute. Jimmy’s taller but Joel’s faster and in the end Jimmy’s so out of breath he’s laughing without making noise. Of course, that’s when Tango returns and watches with an eyebrow raised. Joel takes advantage of Jimmy’s distraction to snatch his hat.

“Joel,” Jimmy whines. Joel just laughs and dances out of Jimmy’s reach.

“Catch!” Joel calls and throws Jimmy’s hat like a frisbee, over his head and off the balcony. Jimmy groans as it flies over his head and he misses it completely. Joel knows he has no hand-eye coordination—he’s hit Jimmy in the face enough times in the past. At least his hat doesn’t land in the mud. He turns back to Joel, his best kicked-dog expression already on.

“Don’t be a dick, Joel.” Tango snaps and he looks genuinely annoyed. Before Joel can defend himself, Tango has hopped the railing and is walking over to Jimmy’s hat. Jimmy just blinks stupidly at where Tango just was.

“Whatever,” Joel scoffs and opens the door to head back inside. As he leaves, he makes eye contact with Jimmy and mouths “hot”. Jimmy flushes and pushes him back inside. The door closes on the noise of the party and Joel’s laughter, once again leaving them in the cool night air.

Jimmy turns back around to Tango, who’s still on the other side of the railing, frowning down at Jimmy’s hat. “Sorry about him.” Jimmy says, gesturing back inside. Tango blinks, like Jimmy interrupted his train of thought. Jimmy powers on. “He’s a little obnoxious.” He laughs a little and shoves his hands in his pockets, not sure what to do.

Tango shakes his head. “You don’t have to apologize for him.” He pauses and then says, carefully, “You don’t have to apologize for someone who was mean to you.”

“Huh?” Jimmy says, completely lost. Yeah, throwing his hat was a bit much but it wasn’t really out of character for Joel.

Tango spins his hat in his hands and continues, “I mean him and Scott earlier, a little, and Grian—and I know Grian, he can be a bit of a dick, but he’s never really mean—and you’ve been so sweet all night and funny and—”

Jimmy is so completely lost he has to cut Tango off. “Tango, what? That’s just Grian—that’s just how they all are.” Tango looks genuinely distraught hearing this.

“But normally—Grian isn’t like this in class or—” Tango stumbles over his words, clearly trying to get something across. “I don’t get why they’re suddenly such dicks and only to you! You’re nice!”

Jimmy finally gets it and he’s so enamored with this man he might scream. For a moment, all he can do is laugh a little helplessly, which only confuses Tango more. Eventually he chokes out, “If Grian or Joel were ever polite to me, I’d think they were possessed.” Tango just gapes at him. He looks so pretty in the warm light of Grian’s apartment, the anger on Jimmy’s behalf keeping his back straight and shoulders firm. Jimmy can’t keep thinking about how pretty Tango is or he’ll never finish explaining. “I’ve known them both forever. I don’t mind them making fun of me—I’ve told them what’s okay to joke about.”

Understanding blooms across Tango’s face, followed quickly by embarrassment. He shoves Jimmy’s hat back on his head and buries his face in his hands. “I’m going to go now.” he says into his hands. “This is so embarrassing—I’m so sorry.”

Jimmy is too used to embarrassing to let this ruin his night. He leans over the railing and pushes one of Tango’s hands away from his face. “No, it’s okay,” he insists. Joel—who clearly understood this all way before Jimmy did—was right. This was kind of hot.

“It’s really not, I got all macho and butted into your friendships because I think you’re cute and wanted to tell you that all night—”

“Tango,” Jimmy reaches to tug Tango in by the shoulder, but ends up grabbing his bandana instead. He tugs and Tango comes easily, falling quiet. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, voice dropping unintentionally. Tango nods. He closes the distance and finally—finally—kisses Jimmy. His lips are soft and one of his hands reaches up to carefully hold the side of Jimmy’s face.

They kiss for a long moment. Jimmy’s head is buzzing—from the alcohol and the giddiness and the press of the railing into his stomach causing him to lose his breath. Eventually, the break apart and Jimmy whines a little and clings to Tango. Tango smiles up at him, eyes scanning across Jimmy’s face, drinking him in. He pushes the brim of Jimmy’s hat up and his smile sharpens as Jimmy flushes.

“Grian’s about to be so smug.” Jimmy says when he feels a little less floaty. He is and it’s going to be awful and deserved. Tango laughs.

“It’s worth it if I get to kiss your cute face.” he says and Jimmy whines and kisses him to shut him up. Tango laughs into the kiss. The cool night air brushes across Jimmy, the lights are warm on his closed eyelids, and, faintly, he can hear Joel and Grian cheer.

#solidaritek #team rancher #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #tangotek #double life smp #double life #trafficshipping #life series #tango tek #ranch duo #cw alcohol #tumblr why did you get rid of page breaks why do i have to use the html editor if i want page breaks #my fic #lddf-verse

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youredreamingofroo · 2 months

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once again coming back to apologize for my inactivity, I've not only been depressed but also burnt out of tumblr 🫠 I haven't been motivated to check tumblr and haven't really cared (as much as I love it here) to just reblog and wtv. Today was a really hot day (for me) and if the rest of the week or month looks like this, then definitely do not expect anything from me (especially as we ease into spring and eventually enter summer), hot weather is my mortal enemy and it's like im fighting demons nonstop whenever summer/late spring rolls around so... yea.

on top of that I just haven't used my laptop in a couple of days LMAO after the play on Saturday, I was absolutely knocked out for all of Sunday and the last two days I've been playing red dead redemption 2, which I've really been enjoying 🙃🙃 which means eventually when I get back to tumblr will probably be rbing rdr2 stuff lmao

cut is just me rambling about the next two games I'm planning on playing after rdr2

also I currently have a line of games (and by line, I mean 2 games LMAO) I'm seriously looking forward to playing on my Xbox/Laptop-

First game is skyrim, I LOVEDDDD playing it on my switch, but I haven't played it properly for sooo long, but I recently saw that skyrim is free on gamepass and will definitely be installing it on my laptop 🥹 Granted, my character in skyrim is veryyyy op and it'll be upsetting to have to restart but whatevs! I just have to do what I always do and power thru battles that are intended for higher levels- and also grind pickpocketing cuz I can NOT live without that skill LMAO

Second game is a well-loved game of mine, ARK, I've played well over 500 hours on my phone and well over 250 hours on my switch (which ofc I enjoyed infinitely more, but nothing beats the nostalgia of mobile ARK LMAO), and when I TELL you I was elated to see it for free on gamepass, I mean it cuz I was SOO giddy, of course I know rdr2 will take bloody forever to finish (at the rate I'm going) but I'm just so excited to play it, especially since I think all the expansions are free as well, which means I can play genesis without paying for it (since I bought the other expansions on my switch- aberration FTW btw)

#anyways! my little life update i suppose #i feel bad letting this tumblr die down #but life is life and such means that i cannot exist on tumblr 25/8 like i used to #on a diff note. i wont be posting anything about rdr2 cuz im just too lazy #and its on my xbox so trying to get screenshots from point a (xbox) to point b (laptop) will def be too tedious for me #i have to say that i am NOTT a controller savant. ive always been better at playing on keyboard and mouse #so trying to play a game like rdr2 on a controller with barely any grasp of aiming on controller...#yea its just SUCH a fun time for me 😞😞 usually i never have aim assist on but with rdr2... i have to have it on to even figure out where-#-someone is cuz i can barely bloody see with how slow the aimed sensitivity is #“you can change i-” I DID. ITS ON THE HIGHEST SETTING AND ITS STILL TOO SLOW FOR ME 😭#im not even bad at aiming or finding ppl or wtv. i had a 2 or 3 K/D ratio on cod mobile (i was a mobile gamer for so long 😭)-#so again its just that im not well versed in using a controller cuz i normally do nott have the problems i do on keyboard and mouse-#-that i do on controller #yapping

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iedolon · 7 months

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aphelios used to be a lot more outgoing prior to his diagnosis, surgery, and subsequent loss of his singing voice. he would go out to parties with alune, follow after her wherever she went, see yone dj live, even raced on his bike from time to time

#tbd.#the impending the world is ending feeling post-loss really turned him even further to just staying inside #and while he still does enjoy some of the things he used to #it’s hard to get back to the life he used to lead when it was so night and day #i’m having heartsteel brainrot i’m so sorry i’ll write my other verses soon

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missallanea · 2 months

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@stardustedstories : don’t worry. i’ve got this. [Luz to either Eda or Amity, and she probably does not got this]

From their place on the ground outside the Owl House, Eda and Amity watched on : one with a look of pure amusement on her face, and the other abject horror. Three guesses which was which, and the first two don't count.

"You aren't seriously going to let her jump off the roof, are you?"

"You really think I am any better at talking her out of this stuff than you are?"

Sure, this was one hell of a way to test out her so-called feather fall glyph, but... she couldn't have tried jumping off the counter, first? Watching as Luz unceremoniously plunked an old bike helmet onto her head, Eda had that strange realization ( and not for the first time ) that she was somehow the responsible adult in this situation.

Who the heck made that decision?

"Hooty, get ready to catch her. Preferrably before she breaks anything."

most popular girls in school

#❪ ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ─── ⠀ stardustedstories / luz noceda ⠀﹕ ⠀you know where magic comes from. ⠀ ❫#❪ ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ─── ⠀ eda clawthorne / verse × series ⠀﹕ ⠀the most powerful witch on the boiling isles. ⠀ ❫#❪ ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ─── ⠀ amity blight / verse × season 1 & 2 ⠀﹕ ⠀i have been working my whole life to get to the top. ⠀ ❫#/ first ic thing i write here in like a week and it's absolute nonsense #❪ ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ─── ⠀ eda clawthorne / ic ⠀﹕ ⠀us weirdos have to stick together. ⠀ ❫#❪ ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ─── ⠀ amity blight / ic ⠀﹕ ⠀i'm making my own choices from now on. ⠀ ❫

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bloodandgunsmoke · 11 months

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A Close Shave

@nothinglikegod A handful of fingers swept from his forehead to his the back of his skull. They shuffled through his golden roots and abandoned the dust that had hidden between them to warm water. They would do this action many times, to the left... to the right; over ears and well-concealed scars. They combed him smooth with great care. This would be more than a wash. It would be ritualistic in its vigilance. "Oh, you know." Wolfwood tilted his face to watch his own hand traverse a forest of dandelion strands. He wasn't going to answer - not really, not yet. Probably not ever. There were practical reasons for retrieving Vash but they hardly compared to the real one. He had missed him; mourned him, searched for him in vain and lashed out at anyone who had tried to quell his efforts. And why? Because he loved this man. He knew that now... it had taken losing him to understand, but. The scent of shampoo announced the next step. Wolfwood cleared his throat. It had been wise to start here, at hair-washing. It felt intimate enough to massage suds over Vash's mind. A fine warmup before he'd have to secure that strongly angled face to run a razor down it. "No Man's Land has been shittier than usual. Turns out you were doing some good out there. So, now it's time to come back."

Vash couldn't help but sigh at the careful and gentle way Wolfwood threaded his fingers through his hair, handling him as though he was something precious, something worthy of tenderness. When was the last time someone other than Lina or Sheryl had touched him softly? He strained his memory but everything still felt so distant and ephemeral, images fading as soon as they were summoned to mind like grains of sand slipping through his fingers. Would this moment fade too? Would time weather away the sense of safety and comfort he felt here and now with Wolfwood? His hair would need washing again, whatever was cut would grow back and all physical evidence of Wolfwood's gentleness would fade. The feeling of his hands, so real and present now, would be another ghost to haunt him in the years to come.

The thought brought a crease to his forehead and he opened his eyes again, determined to commit it all to memory, to brand himself with it as clearly as the scars that littered his skin. Vash would have shaken his head to clear it but he didn't want to dissuade his friend from touching him. It occurred to him that maybe this was something he might have wanted to share with his friend for...how long? Two years gone now in the blink of an eye and it would be a lie to say he hadn't thought of Wolfwood in all that time. Hadn't considered the man who had seen through him to his core within mere minutes of meeting him, and hadn't wielded what he learned as a weapon. And that brought so much back to him, Wolfwood shaking his hand, leaning in close to confide in him, Wolfwood's arm slung casually across Vash's shoulder's like he wasn't the most... well *second* most dangerous person on this planet.

He searched the face of the man hovering above him, so awash in those memories and his dedication to making this a new one, that he almost lost track of what was being said. He replayed those words again and then felt them sink into his chest like a bullet. Warm blue eyes widened and then looked askance as he took it in, feeling some color rising to his cheeks. Of course he couldn't stay here forever. If Wolfwood had been able to find him here, it was only a matter of time before Legato and Knives followed and if that happened... Perish the thought. But the assertion that his presence in the world had been a good one? He was well aware that Wolfwood had penchant for stretching the truth, and thought it hadn't really troubled Vash overmuch, this didn't feel like one of those times. There was some sincerity in his voice. It had been there this whole time. Even if this wasn't the whole truth, it was part of it.

"Ha- I guess when you put it like that, it would be pretty selfish of me to stay."

#nothinglikegod #verse: getting used to my life #// I hope this is okay!!#a close shave

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magnificent-winged-beast · 1 year

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I'm incommunicado.

Can't receive asks since the message thing of my blog died.

Can't reply to my own post.

It's been 1 month. I don't hsve followers or they are bots probably, because I only got two since December. Just the secondary blogs had this rush of bots following.

Don't know if the people I use to casually chat know that I don't have this feature.

Aparently, I can't send asks either. Or I'm probably with this "pissed by the tumblr Gods energy" that no one wants to reply to me, or even tag me.

It seems they are trying to smother this blog slowly and casually. Like being a drunk on the floor and they put a gigant sing upon my body that says: Don't bother, she likes being like this and probably will bite you if you help her. And are waiting for me to just stop breathing or chocke on my own vomit.

So let it die, let it rot. I hope this isn't a sign of this side of the fandom also dying and moving on with other things. I still and adict of all the art and shenanigans this fandom still has in it even if the show ended almost 3 years ago.

Personally, I still want this to be a blog for Castiel and Misha, even if it's like 100% Destiel and Cockles since 2020. I'm really looking forward for the GK thing.

But if I've been forced to evacuate here, and begin from the 200 followers on my other blogs of personal endeavors, I should leave now.

I've been sending a request to fix this to tumblr help once a week. Not even a mail in response or acknowledge of my existence so far.

From my 6 years of experience here, I think I'm far from relevant or desirable as an user, even if I purchase stuff, pay for the no ads thing. I assume that a single person from Bolivia does not mean a demographic they want to keep, and the amount of followers it has does not count as significant, neither this blog as a part of those 6 years in the tumblr ecosystem. Because of the mass migration from Twitter, I assume, that are overwhelming their servers. Loosing me it's probably a lint in their corporate belly buttons.

Funny thing is I try to convince me that this blog matters. Even if many other people leave this site deactivating their blogs and leaving a big hole in the fandom in my opinion. But me, just fading away, or tumblr just expecting I give up leave and forget this blog, so they magically solve the thing once I migrate to another user or platform. Isn't really a big deal in the great scheme of things. I don't think anyone will notice my disappearance. I'm no legacy or important blog.

In the mean girls universe, before the let's point the blogs that gaslight us to believe that OF COURSE DESTIEL WILL HAPPEN IN THE END, how you DARE to not trust us META minds that know Dabb is our personal Jesus Christ and savior. At first I hang out with with them, but then I renegate and became the usual Cas Stan that got the "Bitter" tittle because I knew they will not have the Cojones to make Destiel actually happen on the screen as a real and indiscutible situation, like a kiss or an open declaration of love that had to go BOTH WAYS.

So, my importance here is minimal. Other blogs where more active and spoke about this inner bullying in on our Heller community. How being a Clown that got many questions and wasn't that happy after watching Castiel go to Superhell and Dean just staying there looking sad, but didn't say anything at all, wasn't the promise land they preach.

I will always protest about the awful way Misha was used to bait his fan base to watch the worse two episodes in human TV history of that finale just hoping he'll be there... eventually (I was that fool, and I waited, and I waited, and I watched... THE HORROR 😱).

Anyways, because I know this post probably will go to tumblr hell like Castiel. And be there in the empty of promises and things we prefer to believe to not loose or Collective Clown minds when Jackles has the time and has the 133563323th question about that scene that confirms that Dean was being a Bro and Cas was being a Bro and all the thing was just in our heads and Cas never said I love you, or he said it but it was more like a: BRO, I LOVE YOU, BRUH.

I'll try to reach the Server Gods, plead for my oxygen and pray for the cause of this punishment not being just another antiheller pro Jarpiss that got all the time in the world, or enough friends to ask for my reporting as whatever they could just to put me in this position.

I rather want to believe this is like a rite of passage. For what I recall, many blogs of people who I love and enjoy had a temporal deactivation or this kind of things once or twice in their history. So, that gives me hope to think, opposite of what I explained earlier in this gigant mental fart of existence and relevance on the tumblresphere, I'm probably and finally being initiated in the ancient ways of torture to became and actual real blog in its own right.

I. Really. Prefer. To think. It's just that kind of things. Not the Tall one lovers and their obsession with a gigant 40s toddler.

Still I will always keep distance from them and their Incestuos ownership of the S*PN tag.

If this are my last words, and or post, I want to say:

VIVA COCKLES!

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mysticarcanum · 1 year

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straight up getting emotional about a thing that happened in a campaign that ended over a year ago

like. i wrote an ambiguous and biased backstory of a character who is part of an apocalyptic world-ending cult, who deep down wanted to study wizardry but had to frame it as going undercover as an apprentice and stealing secrets from this doddering old archmage to aid her people’s cause . and then she goes and learns wizardry and eventually realizes she wants more for herself and breaks from her cult

and i mean. there’s a lot of ways my dm could have run with that. i was fully expecting that archmage to be furious at my character for lying to and stealing from him. and so when they ran into each other again, i was braced for a fight, or at least an altercation

but instead the archmage went. i knew all along. of course i knew. i’m a divination wizard, silly. i saw a young woman in a bad place and i wanted to help her. i thought that by showing her kindness and creating an environment for her that wasn’t all about power struggles and nihilistic fanaticism that she might realize that there was more out there in the world for her. that she deserved more. you didn’t steal secrets from me, because i gave them to you. i was your teacher. i loved you and love you still

and god i didn’t know where that character was going to end up before then. i thought maybe she could go on a typical wizard hubris spiral, or a revenge quest against her old cult, but in that moment i was like. oh. she is loved. she has new friends, new family. she has a reason to change, a reason to care. her story is just about love, and about making people’s lives better

her alignment shifted from neutral to neutral good soon after. she never stopped being curious, sometimes to the point of foolishness, but she never squandered her teacher’s gift. she left the world better than she found it

#i just WEEP when i think about it sometimes #and then her teacher did just become the party's best wizard bud #we got his teleportation circle and then just showed up to his tower all the time #to hang out #we eventually got a dedicated guest room #my wizard shared all the spells she learned with him. including some dunamancy ones that she pieced together herself #he even fought a tarrasque with us #eventually she even passed him in level #and when he found out she could cast wish...he was SO PROUD #genuinely in the final arc getting an 'im proud of you' from this man was the best thing that had ever happened to me #and honestly i think his influence is why at the end of the campaign my wizard chose to die of old age #she had access to pretty much every necromantic secret in the world #given she did a LOT of necromancy research over the course of the campaign. plus her old cult did a lot of it so she was well versed #she could have found immortality in a hundred different ways #but instead she lived a good life. loved her friends #and passed on peacefully with her warforged friend by her side #so the point of all this is love IS the answer #her character arc felt so natural to me. i lived it for YEARS and one day i looked back and realized she had changed utterly #even though i hadn't once made the conscious choice for her to change #it was just love. from everyone around her #it was impossible for her to NOT change in the face of it all #AUGHGHGHGGGHH #oc: arabella

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wetchickenbreast · 2 years

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my favorite part about meeting new people is when i inevitably get to tell them the story of this fucked up christian summer camp i was forced to go to where one of the nights they woke us up and made us go on this… scavenger hunt? except also they had hired people to chase us down and also i don’t even know what we were scavenging for because i was too busy army crawling under thorn bushes and swimming through a fucking river in the dead of night to get away from the christian hitmen to pay attention to the actual objective of the game

#we got caught btw #they made us lie facedown in the dirt and then they walked around lightly kicking us #and then they said they would let us go if we could tell them the exact citation of some random bible verse #it wasn’t even a famous verse it was just some random ass verse #luckily our cabin leader had like the majority of the bible memorized #i don’t remember the exact verse but i do remember that it was in 1st peter #we came in like 12th place too it wasn’t even worth the effort or the holes in my pjs from the damn thorn bushes #also at the end they made us all jump in the pool so the chlorine would kill the poison ivy #which i didn’t know worked but i didn’t get poison ivy so i guess it did #that’s just a fraction of the weird shit that happened at that summer camp #weirdest week of my whole life i’m being so serious #chicken scratch

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