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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 10 months

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A Purr-fect Distraction

Part 2 >> 🕸MASTERLIST🕸

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x black cat!Fem!Reader Summary: Pavitr aka Spider-Man is swinging through the dark streets of Mumbattan with his ✨amazing hair✨ when a thief in a catsuit catches his eye. Tags: Attempted Theft, Horrible cat puns, distraction, pav being cutesy, complimenting his hair is pavitr's weakness XD

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🎶🎵Do you wanna play a game, Do you Gotta catch me if you can, Catch me if you can You can try, Maybe wanna stay Catch me if you can I'm a runaway🎶🎵 'Catch Me If You Can' by Alan Walker

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, swings through the crowded streets of the never sleeping city, Mumbattan. The chilly midnight wind flows through his hair, curled locks moving like waves under the silver moonlight.

He catches his reflection on a glass tower and takes a detour, leaning closer to inspect his beauty. "Hey, stud muffin!" he praises himself, making finger guns to his reflection. Pavitr runs his gloved fingers through his locks, revelling in being the proud owner of such amazing hair.

It was at such a moment that he catches movement in one of the closed shops down the lane. A woman in a black catsuit and long white hair is moving the display glass, obviously trying to break in.

"Halt, theif!"

Pavitr at once springs into action, yelling as he swings over to the shop in less than a second and webs up her hands together.

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"Halloween come soon for you, miss?"

You startle at his voice, raising your arms when you realise they're stuck together by some sticky fluid. It is only then that Pavitr gets to see you clearly -well, except for the mask framing your eyes that hold him captive.

Neither of you speak for a while, Spider-Man entranced and you confused. It was kinda insulting: a kid in a Diwali dress making you stand like an idiot in the middle of the road.

"Wow, who are you!", he sighs dreamily and only seems to remember himself when you raise a brow. He clears his throat. "I meant, who're you?"

"Don't know me? I'm the infamous Black Cat. I do petty crimes like theft, picking pockets and occasionally kneeing assholes in the crotch. Want a demo?"

You throw your leg up to kick him but he's quick to grab it in a tight hold.

"Curious profession", he says, words thick with sarcasm.

"Nah, just a passion", you shrug, ripping off the webs easily and wiggle out your leg from his grip, swiftly climbing up the wall like a feline.

"Hey, hey, I never said you could leave, kitty!" He tries to get you to stop by webbing you up once more, but you evade his shots easily.

You smirk. "Amazing hair, by the way!"

"Thanks", he blushes under the mask, rubbing his neck and you use the distraction to get away, "nothing much, just coconut oil, prayer, some gene- hey!"

You lose him, but sadly not for long as he stands right next to you when you reach the top of the building. Dang it. You try you weasel your way out but he's blocking your path.

"C'mon", he says, keeping a friendly warm hand on your shoulder, "I can see you have powers; use them to fight crime, be a hero."

You smirk and tilt your head in amusement, "You say this to all your villains, Rangoli-face?"

"FYI, I'm Spider-man. And you're not a villain, just a pretty theif."

"I'll be no less pretty when I kick your ass."

Quick as a flash, you pounce on him with your claws but he dodges you. Thanks to spidey sense, Pavitr misses all of your swift hits, blocking your punches and throws. You're quick, but he's quicker. You jump high in the air aiming a kick to his face, but spidey spins his toy, tying you up to a pole easily.

You struggle against the thick web solution. What the heck was this thing made of!?

"Let. Me. Go! Unless you rather I scratch your face off, Mr. Gorgeous."

It doesn't seem to have the desired effect, making you frown. He raises a brow, taking his spin-toy and begins to play with his webs. Is this dude for real?!

When it feels like he'll just stand there and watch, you sigh in exasperation. "Bro, why do you insist I change? I hardly know you."

"Doesn't matter. Think about it, you could help me patrol the city; one more hand to prevent crime. I'm paw-sitive you'll make the purr-fect paw-tner", he chuckles at his own pun.

The thought is amusing but you aren't in the mood. You are, after all, supposed to distract him from the real heist -which you've obviously succeeded. Your partners would be done by now. Maybe you'll take him up on his offer after you've split the fortune.

You quit struggling and send him a sweet smile. "Hmm.. can't say I'm not tempted. Can you release me now, please?"

Spider-Man sighs as he takes out a tiny blade and cuts through the web. You stumble out, feeling the blood rush to your leg as it wakes up after. Ow, that's horrible feeling.

"So, is that a yes?", he asks, eyes big through the colourful mask. Aww, he looks like one of the Golu dolls up close!

He freezes in place when you suprise him with a kiss to his cheek, the pleasant shock throwing off his spidey-sense. You kick him down while he's still dazed and get on the balcony, about to make your inevitable escape when he realises he's been tricked.

You smirk, throwing him one last glance behind your shoulder. "Only if you catch me!"

With that you jump off the building and disappear into the night, Pavitr finding no trace of you even though he follows right after.

He smiles to himself, standing atop the highest tower of Mumbattan as he looks over the lively lit city.

"Oh, I will, kitty cat."

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m3l-moony · 2 months

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You don't have many hc yet????

Allow me to help~

A s/o who randomly paints on their skin

And so they are covered in paint "tatoos"

Some gruesome, some cute

but they know she's anxious when they start getting creepy

I have an expansion on this too but next time~

👾 a/n: Krixa, this request is so cute!!

I also ended up adding Shiva's wives :>

📂 – gn! reader; fluff; established relationship; poly relationship with Shiva and his wives; mentions of body parts but nothing sexual (slightly suggestive on Buddha’s part perhaps?)

S/O who randomly paint themselves

Buddha 🍭

Loves your drawings.

He likes the silliest/weidest drawings the most, he finds them funny.

He'll definitely let you paint him if your body is fully painted – and he'll show them off with pride!

As soon as Buddha notices the bizarre drawings he will pull you to the bed, sofa, floor, beanbag... Anywhere you are, to hug you

He'll ask you what that specific drawing means and will help you with your anxiety and help you clean yourself of the ink.

Eat as many sweets as you want, he makes an exception for his sweetie – you.

Hug him, play with his hair, cry on him, paint him... He doesn't care, as long as you're okay.

Definitely asks you to draw on him to make you feel better.

He'll probably tease you by saying: “Do you want me to take off my clothes so you can paint on my body?~” or somethin' cheesy like that.

Don't worry, he's not serious – or maybe he is.

Jataka 💐

Jataka swears that your paintings are the most beautiful things he has seen...

He loves watching you paint your body and will ask if you can paint his hand, maybe other parts like his cheeks, legs and chest – his belly is ticklish, paint his belly! His laugh is the sweetest sound of all

The paintings he loves most are the cute ones, especially the flowery ones!!

When he sees your bizarre paintings he immediately cleans them, he doesn't want to see you with negative emotions painted on your beautiful body :(

He will hug you, sing to you softly, kiss you, run you a bath, make the bed... He will treat you like absolute royalty.

He will offer his body for you to paint, he wants you to express your emotions, even if they are ugly or bad, he wants to feel them.

“Share your emotions with me, my flower...”

Loki 🐍

Oh, do you paint it yourself? Good to know...

He's going to spill paint on you, BUT, if you can make something beautiful out of the mess this gremlin made on you... Congratulations, he's surprised and whipped by you - You turned his prank into art! This is amazing!!

He doesn't mind if you paint him, he likes it, for him it's like a kind of prank but secretly he wants you to paint him to have your mark on him ;)

He probably wouldn't know what the bizarre drawings mean... But when he finds out he'll try to make jokes and pranks to make you laugh, or maybe he'll draw silly pictures of you or himself.

He doesn't know what to do to help you, but hey, he's trying!

“Look, look! What a weird little creature I drew... It looks like Zeus!!”

Shiva 🎵

Hah, he loves your art!!

Your cute arts? He loves them.

Your silly arts? He loves them.

Your bizarre arts? He... Oh, he will hold you in his four arms, he will talk to you, he will treat you like total absolute royalty

He hates seeing the bizarre drawings because he knows you're not well; But don't worry, he comforts you...

Oh, and wait for him to ask you to draw on him, even though the blue paint doesn't really work on his skin.

“Look what a beautiful work of art you did on me, my jewel~”

+ bonus Parvati, Kali & Durga 💗

They love your arts!!!

They will paint you too, they will paint themselves, let you paint them...

Oh, do you think you can make a picture for them to frame?? Because they will want it!

When they see your bizarre art... Oh... Oh.

Well, now you have three caring Goddesses who care like hell about you and who will give you all the affection in the world.

They will do everything to make you smile, and just like Shiva, they will give you royal treatment.

“Can we frame your painting???” they will ask together.

– Moony (@m3l-moony)

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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 1 year

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Songbird

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, Dom!Terzo, jealousy, facefucking, hair pulling, tiny tiny bit of angst at the end

No real plot, Terzo walks in on Reader singing one of Secondo's songs and he must remind her who she belongs to.

Word Count: 2.0k

Terzo strolls back to his chambers, sneaking away early from a meeting; surely, you weren't there anymore, but a man could hope. You were becoming more than the usual plaything in his eyes. Maybe he would just be forced to summon you out of whatever task you were in the middle of...

His scheming comes to a halt when he presses his ear to the door, listening to the beautiful lilt of your voice.

"...progeny of beast of woe 🎶

And I am the son who comes into the daughters of men 🎵

Destroying all and make them want it again..."

Without a sound, he sneaks in and spots you dusting some of his things on the fireplace mantle. He quickly glues himself to you with hands on your hips and a kiss to the nape of your neck.

"AH!!" The duster you'd had in your hand falls to the floor; luckily it hadn't been one of his pictures or a vase. "Terzo! You scared me..." your protest isn't very strong as you melt back into the feeling of him; his cologne quiet strong today.

"What have I told you about cleaning, gattina?" he mumbles into your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly with his fingertips digging into you a little bit.

"Well... I know it's not my job, but I feel like I should leave your place better than I found it," you explain.

"Sì, and you always do. You put your Papa in an exceptional mood every time you visit," he compliments you.

It's absolutely intoxicating getting showered in affection by this man. His hands know just where to touch to get the reaction he wants from you. His lips press the softest kisses to your temple, your cheek, your neck, turning you to putty in his hands. And again... the cologne. You can always tell when he's nearby, and it makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter madly.

Softly Terzo asks, "So you like mio fratello's songs more than mine? You don't like my album, sì?"

"Hmm?" you're pulled from your trance, "No, Terzo, that song was just stuck in my head!"

"Mio fratello was stuck in your head?"

"No-"

"That simply won't do, Sorella," he clicks his tongue at you, "we will have to change this. I should be the only Papa in your pretty little head..." He spins you around to face him, putting his hands firmly on your hips again, "I'll make my songbird sing for me and me alone."

It was a promise that sent heat straight to your core as his scowling eyes bore into you. Biting your lip as you stare up at him, you fight back a whimper at the way his demeanor has affected you.

"Not so noisy, now, eh, little songbird?" He brushes his gloved knuckles across your soft cheek. "However fair and pure... 🎶 You crave the wand," he sings before his lips tug into a devious grin.

"Papa," you whisper, leaning your head back to kiss him.

"Ah, ah, ah..." he stops you with a thumb pressed tight against your bottom lip. "We'll have to put that mouth of yours to good use before I should even think of forgiving you."

With that, your knees find the floor and your gentle hands caress his thighs through his nice black dress pants.

"Mmm... So eager to please, so responsive to her Papa..." Terzo lifts your chin to look up at him as he unbuttons his trousers.

Nuzzling against the fabric at his crotch, you beat him to the zipper, pulling it down with your teeth. He lets out a groan of anticipation at that move, his cock, already heavy with lust, falling from behind the cloth. Eager to please, just as he said, you don't keep him waiting as you leave a slow trail of open mouthed kisses from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip.

Lapping at the slit, you look up at him, already losing his composure as he takes off his gloves to tangle those digits in your hair. He lets out another groan, sounding more like a growl as you take his length in your mouth, working at a relaxed pace, but making sure to flatten your tongue against the underside just the way he likes.

"S-sì, ...sss much better use of your mouth than- than for singing Secondo's s-songs," he stutters out, eyes screwed shut. Terzo would never admit it, but he's capable of being turned into putty in the palm of someone's hand too.

When you hollow out your cheeks, putting that exquisite pressure around his favorite appendage, he can't help but buck his hips, lunging forward to brace himself with one hand against the mantle behind you. Relaxing your throat to prepare for the onslaught, you take it well when he bucks again, one hand still firmly planted in your hair to keep you in place.

It takes some effort not to gag the first couple of times he hits the back of your throat, but you dig your nails into his thighs and let him have his way with you. When your nose tickles against his well groomed pelvis, your lover lets out a loud, "Ah! Sorella... Satanas, la mia dea lasciva..." as he continues to fuck into your face.

Letting out something like a whine around his length, Terzo recognizes your need for him, and he did promise to make you sing after all...

Albeit reluctant to pull out of your sinfully skilled mouth, he does, and he immediately pulls you up from your spot on the floor, helping you right yourself and swiping the tears from your cheeks. "You are okay, bella mia?" He's such a gentleman to check on you.

Your heart swells a little as you place your hand over his that cups your cheek; you give a small nod and he gives you a quick peck before it's back on again. With some force, he pulls you across the living room, sitting you on the arm of the chair he likes to read in. Gripping the skirt of your habit, he pulls it up and over your head, revealing nothing underneath.

"Mmm, Sorella..." He looks you over like a meal he's about to devour, as he kicks off his own pants and works on the buttons of his shirt. "You should dress like this always," he gives you a wink.

Letting out a giggle, you softly reply, "I didn't have any clean undies here."

"We'll have to change that," he smiles warmly, disposing of the last articles of his outfit, "although you won't need them when I'm around." His hands slip into place on your sides, and it feels electric feeling his skin on yours. Almost carefully, he kisses you, tasting traces of himself on your tongue. He moves so delicately, ghosting over your breasts, pinching at your nipples, it drives you crazy.

You're well aware of what he's capable of and you want more. Hooking a leg around his, you try to pull him closer to you, and he obliges, but not without breaking your kiss. Desperately, you wrap your arms around his neck, fingertips tracing over the lovebites left from the night before. "Please, Papa," you beg.

He chuckles darkly and places a hand on the top of your thigh. "I'm not quite sure you've learned your lesson, mia cattiva ragazza..." That hand moves to find your core, one finger starting to circle your bud. "You're not still thinking of Papa Secondo, are you, cara mia?"

"No, Papa. I wasn't- hnghhh..." you breathe out, "I promise, I wasn't thinking of anyone but you!"

"Then why would you sing for him," he slips two fingers past your folds up into your sweet spot, "and not for me?"

Letting out a gasp, you grip onto his shoulders as he curls his digits over and over again. "I-I wasn't, Papa... Please..."

"Ahhh, but you were-"

"Papa," you say with some urgency, "Terzo, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. Make me sing- Make me 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 for you, just- please."

He straightens up, fingers slipping out of you. "Only for me, sì?" he asks, popping the slicked up fingers into his mouth.

"Only you, Papa," you look up at him, both sets of eyes equally blown wide with lust, and you practically shaking with need.

"Show me, then, my songbird," he commands, pulling you up off the chair and flipping you around; in an instant, he's behind you, propping your knee up on the arm of the chair and slicking himself up in your folds. Instinctively, you arch your back and brace your hands on the back of the piece of furniture.

He enters you more gingerly than he'd been with your face, but it still leaves you whining and squirming back on him for more. Receiving a small pop on the ass, you let out a squeak, before Terzo grabs your hips and sets a leisurely pace. "Mm, mm- Papa," you moan for him, feeling that delightful stretch.

"Ah, tesoro, sì, sing for me," a smile spreads across Terzo's face as he throws his head back, fucking into you in earnest, "Let everyone know how good your Papa feels inside you!"

Feeling cheeky, and perhaps a glutton for punishment, you throw a look over your shoulder at the antipope, "Give me something to sing about then, Papa."

Terzo's usual scowl returns to his face, this time with a fire in his eyes. You're met with a harsh 𝘚𝘔𝘈𝘊𝘒! to the ass followed by the sound of skin slapping skin as he moves harder in and out of you. His fingers wrap around your hair, ponytailing it and wrapping it around his wrist. With a rough tug, he forces you upright until your head nearly rests on his shoulder. "Bold of you to test your Papa while il mio cazzo stuffs your tight cunt full," he growls in your ear. With the change in angle, he rams into your sweet spot with ease, hips snapping at a dangerous tempo.

You try to stifle the high-pitched whine that threatens to spill from you, but your lover takes you by the jaw, forcing your mouth open and stealing your noises of pleasure from you. And he gets exactly what he wants as your moans pour out of you, sounding more and more like screams with every thrust.

As his hand slides down the front of your stomach to find your core, he whispers softly in your ear, a sharp contrast to your loud cries, "Sì, sì, little songbird, you always give your Papa what he wants, even if I must take it from you." His hips stutter as his middle finger starts to circle your clit. "Give your Papa just a little bit more, amore... Vieni per me, per favore. Vieni per me..."

And who are you to deny him? A few more flicks of his wrist and you're howling his name so loud that you just 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 your lover is grinning at the thought of his brother hearing you in the next suite.

Riding you through your orgasm, he chases his own release; he'd staved himself off just to hear how helpless you could become by his hand. You gave yourself over to him like no other ever had, and it makes him want to do the same to you. Terzo presses his body firmly to yours, hips slowing to shallow thrusts as he spills within you. Eyes shut tight, he nuzzles into your shoulder, biting down and grunting through the climax.

Once out of the haze of pleasure, attentively, he checks on you, making sure he hadn't been too rough, too domineering, too careless with your precious body.

"I don't think you're capable of being careless with your lover, Terzo," you giggle, now sitting on his lap in the chair he'd just fucked you against.

"Sì, but one can never be too sure, vero?" He cups your cheek, giving you a soft peck on the opposite side.

"Dolce ragazzo, I never feel more taken care of than when I'm in your arms," you press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

While your aftercare came in the form of shoulder rubs and kisses, his comes in the form of reminding him that he isn't the monster he sees himself as. Yet another type of song he longed to hear from you, always.

#short and sweet #... and spicy #enjoy 😘#come get y'all juice #the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo #papa 3 #papa emeritus 3 #papa terzo #fanfic #drabble #imagine #oneshot #shitghosting

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yakumtsaki · 7 months

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-Welcome to my ancestral Greek House, darling! -Oh baby it's so beautiful, huhu!🌞

I don't wanna know where the fuck you lived before, Meadow, but yes, we have arrived, part 1 here. And now it's time to christen our new household:

Perfect! Cheerleader Kea why are you here?

-Are those Sophito's kids?

They sure are.

-Wow, really dodged a bullet there.

You sure did.

-NOT ONLY DID I LOSE THE INAUGURAL FIGHT I'M ABOUT TO GO INTO ASPIRATION FAILURE

Wtf do you want me to do about it?

-YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT

NO WAY

-YES

I can't say no to my sims, it's an actual problem. HELLO GUNNAR, I HATE YOU

-Don't talk to him that way!!! -Nah it's fine, no worries, bro. Wanna get down?

GROSS. Barth seriously, please, WE CAN DO BETTER

-Can you? They seem perfectly matched to me!

Felina will you please fuck off?

-Can't, Meadow got me super into bird watching.

At night in the rain??

-Ok busted, I just wanna watch Barfolomew flop yet again!

HE'S NOT GONNA FLOP. THERE'S NO WAY HE FLOPS WITH FUCKING GUNNAR

-Wanna bet?

STOP IT

S T O P . I T .

NO WAY

BARTHOLOMEW YOU ARE THE WORST ROMANCE SIM OF ALL TIME HOLY HELL

-What you doing, bro?! -You said you wanted to get down! -I meant drugs! -What! That's not what that means, you stupid turtle-faced moron! -WHAT DID YOU CALL ME

Bartholomew if you end up getting beaten up by fucking Gunnar Roque I will legit die.

-That's so hot, bro, call me more names!

GUNNAR WTF

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME, GUNNAR YOU WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM GO BACK TO THAT

-Oh Gunnar, in my family we value the exquisite Komei jaw, there's something so rebellious in your lack of chin! -Ya, call me a turtle again!

GOD

OK THEN, we are officially turtle lovers. Bartholomew let me tell you, I caved this time because of your pathetic aspiration but this is NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN. I've worked hard to make you people attractive and I'm not about to throw it all away on Gunnar Roque's spawn!!!

-Maybe we'll be childfree!

I'll do you one better, how about Gunnarfree! Now Gunnar fuck off back to the gutter you crawled from. -Sure thing, bro, later. -You can't keep us apart!

I CAN AND I WILL

Jojo's wolf mania has clearly inflicted some generational trauma on his family as Barth rolls this fear of Gunnar becoming a werewolf, which would clearly be an improvement on his looks.

-STOP TALKING ABOUT GUNNAR LIKE THAT. Now back to my song.. I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.. I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way? My Gunnar, my Gunnar, my Gunnar, talkin about my Gunnar..🎵

Literally kill me.

-You know what my favorite thing is about our relationship, darling? -What, huhu?🌞 -The way we both have appropriately sized chins!

Fel seriously why are you like this, what did I ever do to you??

-OH, LIKE YOU DON'T REMEMBER!

Remember WHAT

-THE WAY YOU JUST STOOD BY AND LET BARF RUIN MY PARTY

Are you serious, you're still not over that bs??

-I'LL NEVER GET OVER IT. AND WHEN THOSE CHINLESS BABIES ARE BORN YOU'LL HAVE GOTTEN WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!

Well screw you, I won't let that happen! I'll find someone else for Barth!! Someone who has a chin!!!

-IT'S NOT GONNA WORK OUT WITH ANYONE ELSE YOU DUMBASS, THIS IS BARF WE'RE TALKING ABOUT

YOU'RE WRONG AND I'LL PROVE IT

-Zat's ein wunderbar eyepatch, Barthölömew, ja? -I HATE YOUR GLASSES. SLEEP WITH ME

-So the funniest thing happened at class today- -YOUR PORES ARE HUGE, YOU NEED MAKE UP. SLEEP WITH ME

-Oh, I knew your parents back in the day! -TERRIBLE HAIRCUT. SLEEP WITH ME

-WAHHH I'LL NEVER HAVE A FAMILY -NO YOU WON'T. I WANT TO BEAT UP MY SISTER. SLEEP WITH ME

Oh my God you are USELESS

-My negging tactics will work, you'll see!

-Soon I'll be the one making out in our front yard!

Ya idk Barth, this is the most pathetic picture of all time. I'm seriously considering cheating and changing your aspiration, like it's unreal how bad you are at it.

-I'm not bad at it, moron, I'm being strategic! Now it's time to invite them over and see my work bear fruit!

God you are so gross, maybe you do belong with Gunnar.

FUCK ME IT WORKED. SARAH WTF

I can't believe this is happening and neither can anyone else by the looks of it-

-YET HERE WE ARE. 2/20 I guess??

-I told you! Stick with me and we'll neg every dormie on this campus!

That's not a goal I want to achieve, Barth!

-See you later, Barth, I'm very satisfied, I'll leave you a 5 star review!

Now that I'm thinking about it, between Gunther, Cyn, Sophito and Barth we've really been operating a Greek House/Brothel for 4 gens, go us!

I'm still having a hard time believing Barth is actually good at being a romance sim, especially because Sarah has been completely desperate ever since Cyn stole evil wizard Matthew Hart from her, so I immediately invite over Sam Thomas-

-AND IT WORKS AGAIN THO GLITCHED. WTF. Ok Barth so I guess you actually ARE competent?? Who knew.

-I knew! I always believed in Barth!

GET OUT OF HERE SUNSET

And now, time for a tragedy in 3 parts:

So next day I'm feeling confident enough that we invite over Klara, my top pick for Barth spouse and she is INTO him, let's do this, Barth!!!

SUNSET

-Heeeeeeeeey Barth, what's up?🥰 -Ich habe urgent hömewörk das dö.

KLARA DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING THEM ALONE

-Congrats on your great first semester grades, Sunset! -Wanna congratulate me on my first kiss, too? -What?

OK THEN FML I GUESS. I mean I knew this would happen the day he brought her home from school and they were dancing for like 4h but still it's very upsetting.

Let's figure out the degree of relation here so we know how grossed out we should be, so they are connected through Daniel-Jojo. So her grandfather and his great-grandfather were brothers, which makes them 2nd cousins once removed. It honestly doesn't sound THAT bad, but I think the word 'removed' is really doing the heavy lifting here.

Anyway, we took a small break to kiss our cousin, now let's go back to our date with our future wife!

-Are you enjoying this magical slow dancing in the kitchen, babe? It's a move my dad taught me. -Ja, ich was here to see your höe vater.

Oh right didn't Klara turn down Sophito LOL. But his even more degenerate son she couldn't resist, Klara wtf!

-Just give me 1 second babe, I'll be right with you-

OH MY GOD COME ON. POOR KLARA

-Sorry, Klar, this is lasting longer than expected, why don't you put a movie on and hang out? -Ja, ök.

KLARA

-All done babe, come here! -Ohöhö! -Blood is thicker than water, Klara!

SUNSET FFS

B R O

Klara I can't believe this title goes to you of all people but you are without a doubt the biggest cuck we've ever encountered, I am legit shocked by this sequence of events.

-5/20 IN 2 DAYS. AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS A FLOP ROMANCE SIM. EVERYONE DID. EVEN MY GRANDMAS MADE FUN OF ME. WELL I'LL SHOW YOU ALL!!!!

Great! Barth is at 5/20 woohoos and I'm at 2/2 for supervillain origin stories this gen, it's all working out!

#gen 4 #ts2 #long post

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 27 days

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🎵 The Insulindian Miracle

BACKYARD WALL - Just an ordinary wall. Nothing to see here.

[Conceptualization - Impossible 18] Why am I looking at this wall?

+2 In the dimming light, some things become clearer. +1 You have a keen aesthetic sensibility. +2 Cindy's artistic impulses are infectious. +1 Dresscode: Pseudo-SKULL.

This is the most bonuses we can get on this check.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Impossible: Success] - Because -- you see it, finally -- this wall is *sublime*! LOOK AT IT! The shadows, the colours...

(Let the conceptual joy flow into your pupils and blossom into thoughts in your brain.)

CONCEPTUALIZATION - All the other walls on all the other houses must make a pilgrimage in adoration of this, the uncontested pinnacle of wall-craft. Colour peeled from the very face of god.

More!

CONCEPTUALIZATION - O WALLFATHER!

+1 Morale

"Kim! I *must* paint this wall, add even MORE beauty to it."

No. There is nothing to add to perfection. (Back off.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Huh?"

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - He sounds tired of it all.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - You already have the heavy fuel oil to use as paint -- it's red! -- and Cindy the SKULL has a paintbrush. This is on.

"First, I know you're tired, Kim, but take another look at this wall. Draw *nourishment* from its beauty."

"I already have the paint. Just need to get a paintbrush from Cindy the SKULL."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Mhm, sure." The lieutenant looks up at the wall reluctantly, then back at you.

"I already have the paint. Just need to get a paintbrush from Cindy the SKULL."

KIM KITSURAGI - He sighs, then adds in a resigned tone: "If you must."

New task: Add even more beauty to the wall

[Leave.]

Hey, Cindy?

CINDY THE SKULL - "Hello again, officers. Have you come to admire my mural?"

6. "Cindy, I'm going to need your paintbrush.""

CINDY THE SKULL - "What for?"

"I'm doing renovation. It's boring, but necessary."

"For my motor carriage. We're going undercover."

"The apocalypse is coming. I need to warn people."

"For art. It's for art, okay?"

CINDY THE SKULL - "But boring. You're not using my lovely brush to spread boredom."

2. "For my motor carriage. We're going undercover."

CINDY THE SKULL - "I ain't helping no pigs fool honest, upstanding citizens. I'm not an *antisocial element*."

3. "The apocalypse is coming. I need to warn people."

+1 Apocalypse Cop

CINDY THE SKULL - "What do you think I'm trying to paint here -- a mural for a better tomorrow? Why do you really need it?"

4. "For art. It's for art, okay?"

CINDY THE SKULL - "Well, if it's for *art*... But..." Her eyes narrow to slits. "What kind of art are we talking about?"

"To be honest, I haven't really thought of anything yet… But I'm sure I will."

"Everything is sad and shit and we need art to make it okay. Just give me the brush."

"*Grand* art. Art DeLuxe. The artsy-est, the most ground breaking, the..."

+1 Sorry Cop

CINDY THE SKULL - "Sounds like you're just about to live out your self pity, not make a statement. I can't have shit art on my conscience."

"Cool. No brush then. Not a problem."

"You'll see. You will *all* see and tremble."

"To crush a man's dreams like that… I hope you're happy."

CINDY THE SKULL - "Yeah... Not gonna hold my breath, piggy. You look like you'd suck. At... everything really," she quickly adds.

This check has a -2 *penalty* for the SKULL-fit. Better change.

HALF LIGHT- Tremble. THE TIME IS NOW. τὰ ὅλα.

What time?

Yeah... I don't think the time is *now*. Later maybe. [Leave.]

HALF LIGHT- Time for THE SHOW. For τὰ ὅλα. The hallowed time of fear and disintegration. A countdown has begun. All will collapse on itself. The world will disappear into a single grain of blackness. All sound will be muted. All life will scream.

What time?

τὰ ὅλα? What's that?

Wait, wait -- when did this *countdown* begin?

This is because of the insane world-ending I've been saying isn't it? (Proceed.)

Yeah... I don't think the time is *now*. Later maybe. [Leave.]

HALF LIGHT- οῦ λόγου δ' ἐόντος ξυνοῦ ζώουσιν οἱ πολλοὶ ὡς ἰδίαν ἔχοντες φρόνησιν.

3. Wait, wait -- when did this *countdown* begin?

HALF LIGHT- Monday morning. The moment you arrived in this reality. You are the first crack in the sheer face of god. From you it will spread.

5. Yeah... I don't think the time is *now*. Later maybe. [Leave.]

HALF LIGHT - No. You cannot *leave*. The countdown has not yet reached XERO.

4. This is because of the insane world-ending I've been saying isn't it? (Proceed.)

HALF LIGHT - Yes. You spoke the words of the παλίντροπος, and the houses of Perikarnassis. Items, people, even WORDS will tumble, all will lose its meaning in the coming years. That is why you marked yourself.

Am I sure it's not just a joke, or some kind of coping mechanism?

I'm... a little afraid.

I *do* think the world might end soon. (Opt in.)

Uhm… yeah, I'm going to opt out of the 'παλίντροπος' whatever it is. This was a mistake. (Opt out.)

HALF LIGHT - It's *totally* also a coping mechanism.

2. I'm... a little afraid.

HALF LIGHT - So you should be. The world island crumbles at your feet and in the far plain -- παλίντροπος.

VOLITION [Trivial: Success] - Perhaps -- just a thought -- this has something to do with the hangover?

3. I *do* think the world might end soon. (Opt in.)

HALF LIGHT - The face of the woman fractures. There will be herd killing. We all become vapour.

Thought gained: Cop of the Apocalypse

COP OF THE APOCALYPSE

Temporary research bonus: -1 Rhetoric: Rambling madness Research time: 6h 55 m

You woke up in a hotel room and started rambling about the end of the world. It's not your normal everyday doom-crying, either. Something truly colossal is approaching -- the Gloaming. The Culling. The Bloodletting of Unimaginable Proportions. Until now you've been *pleasantly* vague about the precise nature of this cataclysm. No more! Put the Bloodletting on the burner and *really* figure out what's threatening the fragile physical reality you just found yourself in.

6. [Conceptualization - Impossible 18] Attempt to explain your artistic intentions.

+1 You're aware of Cindy's living conditions.

This... still doesn't seem very doable, but I guess there's nothing for it but to try.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Impossible: Failure] - They do say the painter always paints his own portrait.

"I'm going to paint a self-portrait, but sort of, you know, *from the inside*, to show people what it's like."

Man, that's lame...

CONCEPTUALIZATION - No-no. It's great.

"I'm going to paint a self-portrait, but sort of, you know, *from the inside*, to show people what it's like."

CINDY THE SKULL - "That's pretty fucked up, even for you, piggo."

"Stop belittling me, Cindy!"

"What if I add some interpretive dance?"

"Okay, I won't do that. Please just give me some paint and a brush. I need to do some art."

CINDY THE SKULL - "Stop quivering like jello, then you won't get fucked."

-1 Morale

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - But that would mean he *doesn't* say every pathetic thing that pops in his head.

2. "What if I add some interpretive dance?"

CINDY THE SKULL - She looks you up and down. "I think everyone would rather you didn't."

3. "Okay, I won't do that. Please just give me some paint and a brush. I need to do some art."

CINDY THE SKULL - "You're a real sad sack, you know that? Go ahead, then." She drops the paintbrush at your feet. "Art it up. Just try not to hurt yourself. And *no self portraits*."

"Thanks, Cindy." (Pick up the brush.)

Item gained: Cindy's brush

CINDY THE SKULL - "Sure, any time. Us *shit* artists have to help one another." She looks down at the wall and frowns. "Besides, I was out of fuel oil anyway."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - She only gave it to you because she doesn't see you as competition.

As implied here, Cindy will actually *not* give us the brush if we succeed in impressing her here.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - The right idea is not coming to her. It's excruciating.

You know what you've got in that fuel canister you scavenged from your Kineema? Red-dyed heavy fuel oil. Paint and a brush -- you're ready to do this.

6. "Catch you later, Cindy." [Leave.]

CINDY'S BRUSH

A paintbrush belonging to Cindy the Skull, an aspiring artist. Its bristles smell nauseatingly of heavy fuel oil. Specks of red, orange, and green paint cover the aluminium ferrule.

We won't paint the wall right now, but we're also going to very quickly talk to Joyce while we're out here.

JOYCE MESSIER - "You're back. Good." She takes a sip from her silvery thermal cup. "What can I help you with?"

2. "So I've been dealing with Evrart again..."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Hmh," she nods with well-contained curiosity.

VOLITION [Trivial: Success] - She's not even asking you anything. It's so easy to just say...

4. "He asked me to open a door."

JOYCE MESSIER - "A referral, you mean? I take it this was for someone in the RCM..." She waves her hand. "Don't answer that."

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - My liege, this woman has half-convinced herself already. All it would take is a little nudge...

"Yes, a referral."

"No, I mean like a real door. To someone's house."

JOYCE MESSIER - She nods, carefully, as though handling a match near a powder keg. "Such referrals may sometimes get you information from a man like Evrart," she says, raising an eyebrow. "Did it?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Detective, I advise you to be *very* selective with what information you choose to share. This may have consequences beyond our line-of-sight."

"The Union's militant wing organized the lynching."

"Evrart says the Wild Pines sent mercenaries after the Union -- and now one's dead."

"Evrart asked the Union's militant wing to fully cooperate with the investigation."

"I told him about the mercenary tribunal -- he didn't seem too worried."

"That's all I've got to say."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Yes," she leans slightly closer: "That's the talk about town. The *Hardie boys* they're called..." A crooked smile returns to her face. "I find the name rather amusing, honestly."

2. "Evrart says the Wild Pines sent mercenaries after the Union -- and now one's dead."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Misinformation..." She shakes her head vigorously. "This is all because we haven't shared information on the lynching yet. See, already the adversary uses it to their advantage. Don't let him."

"Hurry up on that probe. The moment you tell me you're finished at the traffic jam, I will *gladly* tell you the company's side of the story."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - She must really want you to look into the drugs -- otherwise she'd tell you.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - She was *worried* for a moment. That she's overplayed her hand by not sharing info sooner. Then she settles down, curious to hear more.

Didn't we already do that? This may have been the wrong dialogue.

3. "Evrart asked the Union's militant wing to fully cooperate with the investigation."

JOYCE MESSIER - "How benevolent," she thinks for a second. "Hopefully they'll help you sort this whole business out... if they haven't already?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "While we appreciate your assistance, ma'am, I'm afraid we can't discuss the specifics of an ongoing investigation with you."

JOYCE MESSIER - She nods. "That is only fair."

"I have reason to believe the lynching was a cover-up."

"I've said all I can."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Oh my... *very* interesting. So the militant wing is protecting one of their own..."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Her mind races to the conclusion that most benefits her interests. That doesn't mean she's wrong, though.

JOYCE MESSIER - "It looks like you may untie this knot yet!" Her eyes smile and a tingle runs down your spine.

+5 XP

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - There's something in you that really likes the way she's looking at you just now.

+1 Morale

4. "I told him about the mercenary tribunal -- he didn't seem too worried."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Brinkmanship -- or sabre-rattling... Was he surrounded by *Union men* he wanted to impress?"

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - No. It was more like he wanted things to get *worse* -- in secret of course.

"We were alone. And he seems very sure of his ability to keep things in control."

"He wasn't trying to impress anyone. I think he *wants* things to escalate."

"You're right. He was probably just showing off to me."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Or he wants you and me to *believe* he wants to go to war."

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - Of course. Brinkmanship takes showmanship. We should have seen it before, in his office. He might well have been performing for us.

KIM KITSURAGI - "There's always that risk, ma'am. But if I may offer my opinion..."

"He means it."

"I think he may have just been messing with us."

"Kim's right. I'm pretty sure he meant it."

JOYCE MESSIER - "I'll think it over, detective. Thank you for relaying this information to me."

+5 XP

VOLITION [Medium: Success] - She tries to hide it, but some *great doubt* is spreading within her. There is a crown slowly cracking above her head.

What's this *great doubt* you're talking about?

"Ma'am? Is everything alright?"

VOLITION - You can't say. Only that she's hiding the magnitude of it from you.

"Ma'am? Is everything alright?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "What? Yes, of course. Everything's fine. Perhaps there's more gossip you'd like to share?"

5. "That's all I've got to say."

JOYCE MESSIER - "What you've said is quite enough. You have given me a lot to consider -- and may have helped me prevent this conflict from escalating."

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Hear that, hero? Feels good, doesn't it? You should relay confidential information more often.

5. "He asked me to deliver an envelope."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Sounds like he has you running errands, detective. A well-established dominance ritual..." She thinks. "Where did he have you deliver it?"

"To a nameless settlement, down the coast. Nearby."

"Nowhere. Let's change the topic."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Ah yes, I've been meaning to go there..." She looks over the bay.

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - With longing... clear and simple longing. Strange. Why does she want to go there?

"He wants to build a youth centre here. For the children of Martinaise."

"You're quite fond of this village, aren't you?"

"So you're sad you can't buy the place?" (Conclude.)

JOYCE MESSIER - "A youth centre with Edgar Claire's statue on top of it..." Her eyes run across the water, remorsefully.

"Go ahead, help him. Make it so. I have no power to stop him."

2. "You're quite fond of this village, aren't you?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "I should be." She nods -- there's that crooked smile again. "In my youth I had a brief dalliance here in Martinaise. He was an older man, with impossibly broad shoulders..."

"He's probably dead by now -- even his shack is long gone… not that it matters. These buildings are all carbon copies of one another."

"When you were a teen? *Slumming* it, like you told me before?"

"You've been to Martinaise before?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "I'm glad to see your *short-term* memory appears intact. In any case, I wasn't a *teen* anymore, I would have been in my early twenties. I remember a distinctly *vile* disco track..."

"Disco isn't vile."

"Disco *is* vile."

"Sounds like you miss those times."

JOYCE MESSIER - "It is -- but not as vile as me..." She looks over the bay, her green eyes shining.

"Sounds like you miss those times."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Not overly so. It's not like this was the only place we visited -- me and my girlfriends from Ozonne with our shiny boats, like reavers..."

"We told ourselves we were the worst thing to happen to the coast since the Coalition landed in '08. Imagine!" She tosses her head.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Oh no -- she's sentimental all right.

"If you say so."

JOYCE MESSIER - "I'm over-radiated, Harry," she sprouts. "I do silly things sometimes -- out of pale-related illness. Like take this job. The moral of the story is..." she lists:

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - So it was a factor in her coming to Martinaise in the first place? Interesting.

JOYCE MESSIER - "Do not spend 22 days a year in pale transit, don't waste your twenties slumming it with your stupid friends, and don't deliver Evrart Claire's mail." Her bony finger is pointed like an arrow at your chest...

"Are you satisfied, detective? What else can you tell me about your *mail delivery quest* for Evrart? Do you think it will *improve* the place?"

+5 XP

3. "So you're sad you can't buy the place?" (Conclude.)

JOYCE MESSIER - "Yes. I'm sad I will never have the time, detective -- I've always wanted a dilapidating fishing village."

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - She is more defensive about it than usual.

JOYCE MESSIER - "Full of ghosts and ancient memories." She smiles. "Has this errand yielded you any... information?"

6. "I'd rather talk about something else for now, if you don't mind." (Conclude.)

JOYCE MESSIER - "Of course, detective," she simmers down. "You can always drop by later, should something come up -- now, what else can I do you for?"

8. "Thank you. That's all for now." [Leave.]

THOUGHT COMPLETE: MOTORWAY SOUTH

BONUSES: All Intellect White checks unlocked +1 Inland Empire: The swallowing motion

SOLUTION: The lone vector stretches in your mind’s eye into the wild pale yonder. For an unimaginable distance, forgetting, forgetting... Until you can no longer remember anything – no cities, no mountains, no oceans. And finally – no vector. Nothing remains. A blank space with no point of reference, where only one type of motion is possible. The motion of a human throat, swallowing. And then it comes to you: to reach the end of the Motorway South is to be *unborn*. You've had this thought before while aimlessly wandering the streets of Jamrock. A lost piece of the man you were. A dark hope.

This unlocked the checks to open the Cargo Container Door, get Gaston's sandwich, and identify the source of the Expression.

Ok, let's do the thing we actually *voted* on.

🎵 Whirling-in-Rags, 8PM

We have reasons to talk to basically everyone here. But first, there's someone we *weren't* expecting...

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Hi, gendarme. Another rendezvous." There he is again -- the smoker on the balcony! Right here in the Whirling-in-Rags.

+5 XP

"Hi."

"Hello."

"You're here!"

[Leave.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "I see you've found yourself a little something from my wardrobe." He scans you. "Not bad, not bad at all. What brings you here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Tell me again about that *muscular type* who came to investigate the crime."

"I met your Sunday friend."

[Composure - Legendary 14] What is it about the way he carries himself?

"About the hat and the robe I'm wearing..."

[Leave.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Admiring the atmosphere..." He smiles. "What about you, officer?"

"I live here, my room is right upstairs."

"I'm here to kick some ass and solve the case I'm working on."

"I don't know what I'm doing here. I just go wherever life takes me."

Unfortunately we cannot tell him we're here for *karaoke*, because we have already done that.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Well, here's to you!" He raises a glass, before taking a sip of his drink, froth grazing his mouth.

2. "Tell me again about that *muscular type* who came to investigate the crime."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Oh, yes... let's see. He knocked on my door a few days after the lynching. I think he was going through the entire building, asking questions."

"What did you tell him?"

"What did he look like?"

"Was he alone?"

"Besides *muscular*, did he have any other identifying traits?"

"Thanks for the information."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Nothing. That I didn't see anything."

"And he believed you?"

"Did you tell him about your friend?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Why shouldn't he?"

"Did you tell him about your friend?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - He takes another drag of his cigarette before knitting his brows. "What friend?"

"Your Sunday friend, the witness."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "No, I don't think it came up."

2. "What did he look like?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Muscular. Handsome." He shrugs nonchalantly. "Strong. Like one of those military types."

3. "Was he alone?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Yes, but he was speaking to someone on his earpiece."

"His earpiece?"

"What was he saying?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Yes, you know those tiny speaker-microphones that fancy security guards sometimes wear."

"What was he saying?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Just reporting back whatever I was telling him."

4. "Besides *muscular*, did he have any other identifying traits?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Oh, let me think..." He turns his eyes upward in recollection. "He had an accent. He sounded like one of those mercenaries."

"He sounded vaguely Oranjese." He closes his eyes. "No, not vaguely, scratch that. He sounded *definitely* Oranjese."

5. "Thanks for the information."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Sure. Anything else on your mind?" His lazy eyes stroll over your face.

3. "I met your Sunday friend."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "You did?" A small smile adorns his face. "And how did you like him?"

"You were right, he was magical. Magically bureaucratic."

"I didn't like him as much as I like you."

"I didn't. He's a government official. I don't trust governments."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Aw, shoot." He bursts out laughing. "Why not?"

"Who is he?"

"What are you, you two?"

"Why was he staying at your place in the middle of night?"

"I don't want to talk about other people, I want to talk about you."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "A visitor from the first world. He's not like you and me, gendarme." He smiles and his smile seems melancholic. "He can always return."

"Return where?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "To his opportunities in Occident, Sur-la-Clef. Still..." He breathes in and keeps his lungs filled for a moment, before letting it out. "His coming and going brings some life to the village."

"Or is it just money, I don't know..." He stares at the bar.

2. "What are you, you two?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Friends, I told you. Sunday friends. Friends who like to get together from time to time."

"What does it mean -- a Sunday friend?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - He sighs: "That he won't be there when times get tough, I guess."

"Is that even a friend?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "It is -- on Sundays." He smiles.

3. "Why was he staying at your place in the middle of night?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "He has keys. And he likes the view..." He waves gently with his cigarette-holding hand. "To the sea, I mean."

4. "I don't want to talk about other people, I want to talk about you."

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Hmm?" He hums. "What about me, gendarme?"

5. "About the hat and the robe I'm wearing…"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "You can keep it, I don't mind. I can appreciate beauty when I see it."

"I wasn't really planning on giving it back anyway."

"Thanks. It's like carrying a piece of you with me at all times."

"I took it to blend in. I'm undercover, you see?"

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Is it now?" He starts laughing. "Well, enjoy it."

4. [Composure - Legendary 14] What is it about the way he carries himself?

+1 He's so different.

COMPOSURE [Legendary: Failure] - It's the sports, he's a sports guy, all about that physical prowess and athletic skill... Nothing else here.

6. [Leave.]

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - "Bye-bye, gendarme."

A woman's hand wrote yesterday's menu. Today's starts in a man's writing.

GARTE, THE CAFETERIA MANAGER - "Ah, 'Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns,' right?" The cafeteria manager is waiting for you to acknowledge that he recognized the song.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #cindy the skull #joyce messier #smoker on the balcony #garte the cafeteria manager

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yurizinmaster · 1 year

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Man Of medan Ship 💖

Charlie/Joe = Chorlie? jarlie?

Joe p.o.v

My Life Never Seems So Interesting, The Only Thing That Really Made Me Happy Was My Son,but looking at you now i feel something besides friendship i feel my heart beating faster every time i see you i know i shouldn't feel this i know its wrong but i'll make it worth it,Even if you don't know it, but we are destined to always be together no matter where,Sometimes I feel like you've cast a spell on me Even if it doesn't make sense, I just want you to fall Under my Spells...

Fuck, look at the situation I'm in, sometimes I look at you and think "You're too perfect to exist" I allowed myself to fall into temptation, You, Only you, Nobody else, The only thing I want is To be alone with you,Your hair, Your smile It's the only thing I Want and I can't stop thinking about how I want you in my life

"Charlie Anderson" is a name I will never forget.... I know you don't know me But I just want you to know that I love you more than anything (almost anything) You are the only thing keeping me alive

"hello how are you man? My heart raced so fast When you looked into my eyes and said With your pretty lips...Your eyes are so beautiful, your hair I never thought this would happen If this is really a dream I hope I never wake up...

If I had a reason to live, now I have a hundred! and now i know that it's okay, i'll do anything for you to like me,Hearing your voice is the only thing that keeps me from going crazy here...

But even if I have it, with you here I don't need anything else,"You know Roberts you are a great Colleague Want to be my friend?" What could I say? "but of course! why not?"

I took a picture of you, It was so worth doing this, It was worth every moment With you It was worth coming here after all..

”nothing else matters but the fact that you are my destiny”

Today was the best day of my life, The night was so starry and bright That sometimes I even feel jealous, Even though the drink has already had an effect on you but hearing you say "I love you" was the best thing i had ever heard in my whole life

I could have just swallowed it and kept drinking but I said just what I always wanted to say "I love you too Charlie Anderson"

Could have stopped there, he smiled back at me as his eyes slowly closed from the alcoholism.your smile always makes me think "fuck if i had to choose between heaven and hell i would choose you"

Watching him put his head in his arms and then bending down to the table, sometimes I wonder why I didn't go talk to you sooner we could be here longer,"I finally got what I wanted from the start, to be alone with you,I have to make it last longer!"

"if I took you somewhere else far from here?"

It's gonna be alright Anyway, You'll be with me and that's all you need,"you don't have to worry nobody will interfere, i'll never let my love for you Die"

"I will love you forever"

"even if we die, i'll find you, we're chosen, it's inevitable"

That's why this was the best night ever,"There are no Barriers to Love"

"Sometimes a happy ending is good among So many broken hearts Don't you agree?"

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Song References - 🎵

infinity - Jaymes young🎵

melting - kali uchis 🎵

Only Love can hurt like This - Paloma Faith 🎵

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#man of medan #joe roberts #charlie anderson #joe/charlie #Joe Roberts x Charlie Anderson #Charje?#Jorlie?#joseph Roberts #Happy ending #Point of view #1st person pov #The dark Pictures Anthology #The Dark Pictures Anthology Man of medan

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darksaiyangoku · 8 months

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RWBY: Airplanes

Blake and Ren sat out on the balcony of the Beacon Common Room. Between them was a picnic hamper and blanket laid out with delicious food; tuna steaks, roasted potatoes and steamed broccoli.

Blake: You really didn't have to go all out, Ren. Some sandwiches would've been fine.

Ren: Maybe. But I wanted to do better than just 'fine'. It's a beautiful night out, we can see full moon and with everyone else out on missions, there's no one to pester us.

Blake: *smirks* You love them, really.

Ren: Yeah, that's true. But *touches her hand* sometimes I like it when it's just the two of us, you know.

Blake: *blushes*

After finishing their meal, the two of them gazed at the dark blue of the night. It was a clear sky, yet the only thing they could see was the shattered moon. No stars were visible tonight.

Blake: *pouts*

Ren: Is everything okay?

Blake: I thought I saw a star out, but it was just another airship. *sighs*

Ren: *small chuckle*

Blake: What's so funny?

Ren: It's nothing. I just never expected you to be so disappointed of a starless sky. *smiles* It's kinda cute.

Blake: *blushes* Hmph, whatever.

Ren: Well we might have stars, but we do have this. *takes out scroll and plays song*

Blake: *ears perk up* Huh? Is this-

Ren: *nods* Yep.

Blake: *chuckles* And I thought Jaune was the cheesy one. But thanks. This is sweet. *closes eyes* 🎵Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.🎵

Ren: 🎵Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish. To go back to a place much simpler than this. 'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin' and all the glitz and glam and the fashion and all the pandemonium and all the madness, there comes a time where you fade to the blackness. And when you're starin' at the phone in your lap, and you hopin' but them people never call you back. But that's just how the story unfolds, you get another hand soon after you fold. And when your plans unravel in the sand, what would you wish for, if you had one chance? So airplane, airplane sorry I'm late. I'm on my way so don't close that gate. If I don't make that, then I'll switch my flight and I'll be right back at it by the end of the night.🎵

Blake: 🎵Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.🎵

Ren: 🎵Yeah, yeah, somebody take me back to the days before this was a job, before I got paid. Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank. Yeah, back when I was tryna get a tip at Subway and back then I was rappin' for the hell of it. But nowadays we rappin' to stay relevant. I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes out of airplanes. Then maybe, oh maybe, I'll go back to the days before the politics that we call the rap game, and back when ain't nobody listened to my mixtape, and back before when I tried to cover up my slang. But this is for Decatur, what's up Bobby Ray? So can I get a wish to end the politics? And get back to the music that started this shit. So here I stand and then again I say I'm hoping we can make some wishes out of airplanes.🎵

Ren: 🎵I could really use a wish right now🎵

Blake: 🎵Ohhhhhhh🎵

Ren: 🎵I, I, I could really use a wish right now, like, like, like shootin' stars🎵

Blake: 🎵Mmmmmmmm🎵

Ren: 🎵I, I, I could, I could really use a wish right now.🎵

Blake: 🎵Ohhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh🎵

Ren: 🎵A wish, a wish right now🎵

Blake: Wow... I didn't know you could rap.

Ren: *shrugs* I'm a man of many talents.

Blake: And many surprises. *gets up* Thank you for a lovely evening. I'll see you tomorrow.

Ren: Shall I walk you to your room? *gets up and offers his hand*

Blake: *giggles* Such a gentleman. *takes his hand*

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loverofthewindgod · 7 months

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Sienna's Dialogues (pt.3)

Jade

Jade: I hear you have a unique set of skills

Sienna: Are we referring to kombat or the kitchen?

Jade: *giggles* surprise me

Sienna: Wow, you're really beautiful

Jade: Flattery might falter your focus

Sienna: Don't worry, I can simp and fight

Jade: You also wield a staff?

Sienna: A gift from my childhood.

Jade: Can it stand against mine?

Sienna: Shao Kahn robbed us of our realm

Jade: Shall we deliver judgment?

Sienna: Indeed we shall

Jade: Are you familiar with your Edenian heritage?

Sienna: All I know is that it's in my blood

Jade: Then you have much to learn

Kitana

Sienna: Your mother missed you dearly.

Kitana: I cannot thank you enough for reuniting us.

Sienna: Catching up with her is all the thanks I need.

Sienna: You wish to see me, Princess?

Kitana: And test myself against the daughter of Gaia

Sienna: Should've wished for an easy win

Kitana: You seem to be close with Liu Kang

Sienna: Is that jealousy I hear, Princess?

Kitana: All I hear is you wailing in defeat

Kitana: We are both Edenian warrior princesses

Sienna: Guess that makes us the elite

Kitana: Let us see who is more elite

Kitana: You've brought Autumn to Edenia

Sienna: It is a wondrous season of change

Kitana: May it be an emblem of our realm's future

Liu Kang

Liu Kang: You carry the fire of Blaze

Sienna: Guess I'm just too hot to handle

Liu Kang: Never change, Sienna

Sienna: 🎵Liu Liu, skip to my Liu🎵

Liu Kang: *laughs* a song just for me?

Sienna: All the legends have songs about them.

Liu Kang: Your skills are quite formidable

Sienna: Gotta blame you and Lao for that.

Liu Kang: An honorable accusation

Sienna: First you were a zombie, then a revenant?

Liu Kang: Now I am the God of Fire

Sienna: Damn, you just can't catch a break

Liu Kang: I'm glad Kitana has a friend like you

Sienna: I dunno, I'm a bit of a bad influence

Liu Kang: If by 'bad' you mean 'fun', then yes.

Kung Lao

Kung Lao: Lord Fujin is a lucky man

Sienna: To have such a skilled warrior under his tutelage?

Kung Lao: Yes, I'm quite sure he enjoys having you under him.

Sienna: The tournament approaches

Kung Lao: Let us refresh your skills

Sienna: Is this an excuse to brush up yours?

Kung Lao: You could become a master after a few years.

Sienna: With you and Liu teaching me, I could become one tomorrow.

Kung Lao: Great minds really do think alike

Sienna: So you defeated the deadly alliance?

Kung Lao: Why do you sound so surprised?

Sienna: I'm surprised that others still think you're trash

Kung Lao: You are the descendant of Gaia?

Sienna: I prefer 'daughter', but yeah pretty much.

Kung Lao: It seems we both have legacies of greatness.

Sonya Blade

Sonya: Seems like Johnny's been bugging you lately

Sienna: The question is does it bug you, general?

Sonya: Please, like I missed the headaches

Sienna: What's with the stone cold shoulder?

Sonya: You committed a massacre and kept quiet about it

Sienna: Oh well, forgive me for not boasting about my 'amazing' past

Sonya: We've located the black dragon's secret base.

Sienna: Permission to deliver some ass whoopings, General Blade?

Sonya: Thought you'd never ask

Sienna: You're quite the force to be reckoned with.

Sonya: Coming from the shaolin powerhouse herself, thanks.

Sienna: We're just dangerous damsels

Sonya: Hey so, I was wrong about before

Sienna: Maybe I'll forgive you after this match

Sonya: After this match, drinks on me.

#mortal kombat #mk11 #mk1 #mk oc #mortal kombat oc #sienna #sienna's dialogues #mk jade #mk kitana #mk liu kang #mk kung lao #mk sonya blade

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sugoi-writes · 4 days

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FUCK. I WROTE PART NINE AND HAD IT ALL READY TO GO AND THEN MY KID GOT HER HANDS ON MY PHONE AND CLOSED THE APP. THANK LUCIFER I HAD THE FIRST HALF SAVED AS A DRAFT BUT STILL. OTL sending this separate because I was paranoid she'd do it again and I would have to write the second part a third time 😭 also realizing I forgot to put my sig at the bottom of Pt.9

..... Annnnd of course, after pressing send I remember that I forgot to rewrite the part where reader chokes Alastor when they cum. just shoot me holy motherfucking shit

At some point I'mma just make these into a full blown PWP fic. It seems like they get longer with each installment 🤣 (I'm sorry btw, I always feel kinda bad whenever I leave long messages in anyone's inbox 😫

AYEEEE WELL YA KNOW WHAT THEY SAY - GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE!! 😘❤️‍🔥

It's a fitting pet name Hunny Pun! You're the queen of puns and you're so so SO sweet like a Honey Bun! is that icing or Alastor's jizz on you??? ... im so sorry i'll see myself out again 😭 CAN'T FIND AND KISS ME IF I FIND AND KISS YOU FIRST BABES~! ❤️❤️❤️

I can't hold on to my anonymity anymore guys so I'mma be making Pt.10 my reveal post~ it's killing me that I can't leave rabid fangirl messages on your works like you all do here for me! I really did wanna wait until I got the Smutmus Holy Trinity complete or at least in the revision stages but just- GAH! I NEED YALL TO KNOW HOW AMAZING I THINK YOU ARE. Beautiful beautiful minds, inside and out i can't even-!

Seriously though, I can't even begin to express how grateful and happy I am to have met any of you! And there are no words in the English dictionary (or any at all really) that I could use to describe what I feel about how accepting and supportive you've been! I could NEVER thank yall enough for helping me to find the joy in writing again. I love all three of you so much and I'm honored to call you friends!! 🥺🥰💋

- ☄️❤️ Smut Santa

False Alarm for the Next Part!! And honestly, thank God, the vibe is still not charged HAH--

Oh no!!! I'm so sorry that happened to you!! I had a similar experience when writing my part 2 to my Nun! Alastor fic. Fun fact: had to re-write it 5 times because I kept forgetting to save it. ;;_;; hhhh my baby fever is so bad I'm crying, but man, KIDS! What a little stinker 🥹❤️

Also, my ask box is usually super empty? Like, you could LICK the floor with how neat and empty it is? I LOVE messages? Even better if they long like Alastor's girthy fucking co--

We--We were- when we??? ALASTOR GETS--??? MY HANDS AROUND HIS???

*Danny.Exe has experienced an Error*

*Rebooting*

OKAY IM BACK--

☄️❤️Anon... babycakes. At this rate I'm gonna do more than fucking kiss you. I think we're past that now. And if you keep calling me 'Hunny Pun', or similar pet names, I'm just gonna jump your bones--

Hug you!!!! I meant hug you!!!

It's Alastor's jizz. It's canon-- NO DONT LEAVE I NEED TO KNOW HOW I GOT IT ON MY FAAAAAAACE

GUYS CODE TREAT, CODE TREAT, THE ANON VEIL IS DROPPING!!! ITS DROPPING DHDHDJDHDJ-- You will never gain a mutual as fast as you will then I SWEAR

☄️❤️!!! Smut Santaaaaa! 🥹😭❤️ Your mind is a beautiful, smutty, enchanting place!!! Knowing that you've been religiously cranking this out, while also having a kiddo... Seriously, how do you do it??? If anyone deserves the praise rn, 🎵it's you??? It's you, ITS ALWAYS YOU!!🎵 ❤️❤️❤️

Don't push yourself too hard! Please? ❤️ I will treasure these rare, scrumptious little treats for as long as I have brain cells left ❤️ I will call you friend until you tell me to quit or I lose my voice for good. And even then, my lips will keep moving and repeating the same thing until I'm blue in the face. ❤️❤️❤️ you are such a sweet, sweet, soul, and I can feel your vibes, and they are so wholesome! I can't wait to meet the person or sexual fiend behind it all! I feel like I speak for us all, and not just the main 3, but EVERYONE: everyone who has read your posts love you to bits. And they love your work to bits. Best believe when you publish your first work, we'll be there. En masse. And we will be EAGERLY returning the love you surprised us with.

Thank you for all that you do. On this post in particular, you deserve a foot rub, a forehead kiss, and a hug that lifts and spins you off your feet! 💗💗💗

Have a blissful, best of days you can have, dear! You deserve it! 💗

#gah now im all mushy #i need to watch Howl's Moving Castle again #I NEED IT #☄️❤️ i said i love you like a million times let me know if that makes you uncomfy please? hahah;;;#MWUAH #☄️❤️anon #sweet post #smutmus #danny rambles #danny speaks

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gatheredfates · 6 months

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🎵 It's hard to choose an oc so dealer's choice! Pick one you're dying to share!

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I thought about linking one of Sarrai's death-related songs but, on considering it, I thought that would make it too easy. It's pretty obvious on meeting her that she's obsessed with death, necromancy and bone collecting, but another huge part of her persona I love to explore is the horror associated with hypersexuality and femininity.

Sarrai as a character is seeped in femininity — she cloaks herself in a layer of pink and pastel that is disarming to people who first meet her; they think to themselves, 'oh, she's a young woman, she doesn't know any better' all the while, she has been tutored by her father to be a viper in the den. She plays on those preconceptions of femininity; that she must be darling, sweet, kind... but, in donning herself in pretty jewels, furs and makeup she must be naïve. There are characters, whether by their own volition or by how their players see the world, treat her like a bratty child... and she does nothing to assuage their opinion. She wants them to underestimate her — to think they can take advantage of her — because it makes it all the sweeter when she eviscerates them.

God make me pretty, you made me mean. Hate me because I'm beautiful; bitch, I don't like you either. Tell me how my ass tastes little bottom feeder!

With a lot of femininity, including traditional/pastel femininity, there is an undertone of innocence. Sarrai knows the horrors of the world in her own past; it is a deliberate choice for her to try and be 'palatable' in her conduct. So many people, however, try to push that down. They try to undermine her confidence, challenge her beliefs or condescend her because they're 'realists'. They see her focus on beauty and decay as strange and otherworldly. They don't think she takes it seriously, or that she is desecrating or being disrespectful. In spite of this, she will still try to be sweet and explain her stance until the point she realises there is no point, and then she will be cruel. She refuses to be underestimated because she chooses this line of femininity, though she is constantly bemused at how often that is the default. Either her innocence needs to be kept, or it needs to be ripped from her. There is no in between.

Sexy, cute, popular to boot Cup of Drano, lips turn blue Filler, snip and glue Am I fuckable enough for you?

There's a horror in that choice, right? If you play right into the pastel, pink 'cute' femininity, you have to accept that people will see you as a sex object. Sarrai knows this. She's also not opposed to it. But if you want to fuck her, you have to accept all of her — not pick and choose or try to mould her out of it. You have to look at the skulls on the walls and watch her wade through the muck of her mushroom collection and not be daunted by it. She has the filler, the snip and the glue because she wants it; she is mortified by the concept that other women might do it under the whim of a man. She knows, in the end, we're all going to die. What is the point of trying to appeal to a future corpse when she can live for herself and what she wants?

I'm not a girl, I'm a swarm of bees. Wrapped in a skinsuit, perfect teeth.

And that's like... the point, y'know? Femininity and sexuality deserve to be a choice: something personable that you feel, experience and give to the world; not something that is forced or expected of you. Sarrai is a girl, but she is also not a girl. She is beautiful and plays right into the concept of womanhood, but she is also just a meat sack with a bone interior like everyone else. It is important to her that she is no less feminine in high fashion sitting to her father's right than she is covered in muck after summoning a bone construct from a bog. They call it mother nature.

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : sarrai #i hope this makes SOME sense #femininity is horrific!#gender in general is horrific but like #you feel me

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annaberunoyume · 1 year

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The first time you saw him cry (Wally Darling x Naga!Reader)

(Naga!Reader hypnotizes Wally for the first time and it has a strange side-effect. For the first time ever in his puppet man life, Wally experiences tearful sadness)

Wally: (sniffing and feeling something wet on his cheeks) What...What a-are those?

Y/N: (Gently and with compassion, rubbing his back. They stop their spirals) Those are tears, Wally. Sometimes, humans get sad. And when we get sad, we sometimes need to cry.

Wally: (wiping new tears in vain) C...Cry? (He touches his throat) Ow...my throat is so tight. I can't swallow...I want it to stop...M-make it stop.

Y/N: (gently, with a compassionate smile) I'm deeply sorry, but the best cure for sadness is to sometimes cry it out. (They wipe his tears) That seems to be the case for you. Your heart is heavy, I can sense it. (They kiss his forehead)

Wally: But...I don't wanna fall apart...I'm scared...Will it go on forever?

Y/N: (They nod ''no'') No...Especially when you are near a loved one. (They open their arms) Come here. You won't fall apart in my arms. I'll keep you together...And sadness will come out and leave, I promise.

Wally: (sniffs and tremble, then finally hugs Y/N, holding on to them for dear life and fully letting go.)

Y/N: (Hums ''Beautiful Dreamer'' and lovingly strokes his hair, coiling around him in a protective, womb-like cocoon). Breathe, love...breathe...

Wally: (sobs some more then exhales in relief, huddled against Y/N like a newborn)

Y/N: (Warm, half-lidded smile) Do you want some more spirals? I can fill you with comfort, now.

Wally: (tiredly) Yes...Please.

Y/N: (They lie him down in their coils, craddling him as if he were in a baby scarf of coils and hypnotizing him) Jussst relaxxx, my dear child...🎵Baby mine, don't you cry...Baby mine, dry your eyes.... (Gently laying his head on their heart) Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine...(They stroke their nape) Little one, when you play...Don't you mind what they say...Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine.🎵

Wally: (as Y/N hums, his spiralling eyes begin to feel heavier by the seconds. He yawns and snuggles up. A small smile slowly creeps on his face. His eyes eventually gently close)

Y/N: (Kissing his forehead,again) From your head to your toes...You're so sweet, goodness knows...(They sink into the cocoon, lying on their back comfortably, like a bird in a nest, gently pulling Wally unto their chest with their arm, Wally still wrapped in the baby scarf of coils.) 🎵 You are so precious to me, cute as can be, baby of mine. Wally mine, Wally mine...🎵 (They smile and nuzzle his blue hair, making him almost giggle in his sleep. Then they stretch themselves gently and drifts off with him as well).

INSPIRED BY THIS POST: https://www.tumblr.com/sweetest-honeybee/713631065324060673/i-would-like-to-see-the-angsty-wally-doodles?source=share

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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 11 months

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(I'm certain) I Know What You'd Say

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader Summary: Pavitr taking you to the tallest building in Mumbattan and feeding you vada paav + "is this a date?" + angst..? Warnings: Unrequited Love, Pining, Platonic Relationship, Ambiguous/Open Ending (but not that ambiguous), Hopeful Ending, Low Self-Esteem, Reader POV, Negative Thoughts, Past bad Relationship, Italics indicate thoughts