#tysm for interacting!

[havenorphanage]

Sev, what happened with that visitor? Where have you been? Don’t tell me that you trusted him or something?!

-Lily

(I dont really know if Lily knows whats up so you dont have to answer if this isn’t lore correct)

Well...but he's kind. And he hasn't done anything to me so far, so...maybe it's not that bad?

Listen, I'm just fine, I promise. I can't tell you exactly where I am right now but...one day? Maybe.

- Sҽʋҽɾυʂ

[wildlocks]

tender autumnal alice & mason by @glockzap 🖤🖤🖤

[coffee-at-daybreak]

power | brynjolf x reader

a/n: ty all SO much for 50 followers ahh !!! here's a celebratory bf brynjolf fic. technically sfw but it's suggestive if you squint bc bryn's a tease lmao

“Everything alright, love?”

His voice, tender and gentle, pulls you out of your thoughts. You look up from the dagger you were sharpening, though your lack of concentration keeps you from doing a good job.

Brynjolf crosses the training room to approach you. He looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and concern, studying your features intently. Even when he’s assessing you for your emotions, his gaze sends flames along your skin.

You nod. “Yes, just fine.” You turn back to your dagger, swallowing any other words that might give you away.

He makes a small humming noise. Then he’s sitting next to you, the locked chest you’d been using as a seat creaking with the added weight. His shoulder taps your own.

“Are you sure?” He asks. “You seemed very unfocused during that meeting.”

Your stomach takes a dip. You’d been praying to Nocturnal that nobody had noticed - especially him.

It wasn’t often that a meeting was called for all the Guild members to attend, so you knew it had to be something big. And something big it was, because whatever map Brynjolf had rolled out onto the desk looked too complex to be a simple grab-and-go mission.

Turns out the owner of a grand estate somewhere outside Solitude will be gone on a business trip, the optimal chance to swoop in and take all the riches that can be found within. Surely, he’ll have some guards there, but that’s nothing for seasoned thieves like yourselves. So there was a lot of planning to be done - who goes in, who grabs what, which paths and entrances to take. You really did intend to pay attention.

But then Brynjolf had started drawing circles and lines on the map, and you found yourself watching his hands. You’d never noticed how well-formed they are,how muscular and veiny, how they are adorned with tiny scars and notches. And how nimble in their movements…

And then he had leaned over to gesture to one area of the map, and you’d caught a whiff of his scent. He smelled like leather and warm spices, something comforting and masculine, a refreshing waft of air compared to that of the cistern.

And then at one point, still locked in discussion, he had quickly tied up half of his hair and gathered it into a messy knot, getting it out of the way so he could see better as he hunched back over the map.

Unfocused is a major understatement for your state of mind during that meeting. You’d been entranced by him, reminded of your boundless infatuation.

But you hope you still have a chance to play it off. “Did I?” You ask, trying not to let one drop of nervousness show up in your voice.

Brynjolf watches you fidget with the dagger in your hand. “Mhm. I wager you weren’t even listening.”

Your head shoots up to look at him. “I was listening!”

Half his mouth lifts in a smile. You see a little sparkle in his eye, and immediately, you regret saying anything. “Really, now? What’s your role in the plan, then?”

You open your mouth, then close it. You look away again, heat flushing the ends of your ears.

Brynjolf chuckles softly. ���That’s what I thought.”

You go back to messing with the dagger, but you don’t get very far before he’s reaching over and taking it from you. His hand brushes over your own, and you feel a prickle shoot up your spine.

“When you’ve been in the field as long as I have, you become very observant.” He sets the dagger aside and his hand goes back to yours, but this time, the grazing of his fingers on your palm is slow, and feathery - deliberate.

Your heart starts to race against your ribcage.

“And it seems like you were very observant of me,” he says, his voice dropping a little.

The warmth on your ears rushes down your neck, and you know if you try to play dumb again, it’ll only get worse.

So you give a lazy shrug instead. “Maybe…”

Brynjolf laughs again, a soft rush of his breath falling against your cheek. “You could have picked a better time.”

“I know - sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t be, love. In fact, I like it.”

His fingers dance farther up your hand, to the sensitive skin of your wrist. His thumb prods at the pulse point, and even though it’s a light touch, you feel a jolt leap up your arm.

“You do?” You question, getting a nod in return. “And here I thought you would chastise me for not paying attention.”

“If I were still your superior, I would,” he says flatly.

You scoff and start to gather a reply, but then his hand strays higher up your arm, and your words die with a hitched breath. Your thoughts stumble over one another as your attention shifts to the path of his touch.

You can feel the warmth of his palm through your leathers as he reaches your shoulder. His fingers stretch out to briefly weave some of your hair between them. One of his fingertips grazes your jaw, and your heartbeat flickers.

“But we are equals now. We run this guild together.” Brynjolf’s voice goes soft, matching the gentle movements of his hand as he tucks the strand of hair behind your ear. “Frankly, you can do whatever you want - even if it’s drooling over me at a meeting.”

You roll your eyes at that comment. For a second, you forget the nervous state his touch is putting you in. “I was not drooling. Don’t exaggerate it.”

He snickers. “Had it gone on a little longer, I’m sure you would have started.”

Your blood simmers at his teasing. But once more, your attempt at a retort vanishes when he leans closer. With your hair out of the way, you can feel the subtle warmth of his breath on the side of your face. His hand is back near your shoulder, the pads of his fingers resting against your skin.

The pounding in your chest increases, making it difficult to draw in a slow, unsteady breath. But there is also an excited flutter in your abdomen, and the nerves are overpowered by the desire to play along, to feed more into his intoxicating attention.

You turn your head to look at him. The immediate eye contact is so intense that it’s nearly overwhelming. But you tilt your head, holding that sensual gaze of his. “You like the power, you mean.”

Brynjolf cracks a smirk. “Aye, that might be true.”

Suddenly you feel his fingers slithering down your back, making you flinch with a jolt. He laughs. “Alright, very true. I like having the power to do that.”

“Don’t let it get to your head,” you mutter, flushing deeper as his fingers stray lower.

“Too late.”

He moves to the small of your back. His fingertips trace your spine, diving into every little ridge as they work their way back up. You shiver, back rippling with movement, but he keeps going.

“I could get drunk off of this,” he says, sounding a little winded. His hand pauses between your shoulder blades, his thumb making a sweeping motion there.

You cast him a glance. “Careful. You know what happened to the last Guild leader to abuse his power.”

He grins again. “Right, right. But if you ask me, I’m using mine wisely.”

His hand travels up until his palm is flat against the nape of your neck. His touch feels warm on the exposed skin there. His fingers stretch up, easing themselves into the hairs at the base of your skull.

Another tremor runs through your body, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. It’s almost embarrassing how weak you are for him.

“Doesn’t seem very fair,” you murmur. You look at him again, trying to narrow your eyes in defiance, but you’re caught off guard by the heat in his own gaze. His own composure is slipping, the amusement in his eyes slowly being washed out by something more serious.

“Is it not?” Brynjolf’s voice drops lower, and so does his head. His mouth is dangerously close to your neck, the sensation of his breath there causing your lungs to lock. “Do you even know of the power you have over me, love?”

That surprises you. You start to voice a doubtful “really”, but it turns into a silent gasp when you feel his lips brushing ever so lightly over your throat.

“How often I look at you when you don’t notice? The effect you have over me when you say my name, or when you give me one of those gorgeous smiles from across the cistern?” He carries the breathy words further down your neck, his stubble grazing the sensitive skin above your collarbone. He’s so close that you wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel your crazed heart pumping. “How often I think about you at every moment, how utterly obsessed I am with you…”

You shudder. It’s a struggle to find your voice, but you manage to whisper, “I .. didn’t know.”

Brynjolf moves back up slowly, his mouth never quite lifting off your skin, until right before he reaches your own lips. He inches back just enough to reply, “Now you do.”

Then he’s finally pulling you in for a kiss. You’ve never melted into one so fast. His lips caress yours with a fierce hunger, one you easily match. It is pure instinct that takes over your body, that drives you to cling to one of the buckles on his armor and bring yourself even closer. You thrive off the warmth provided by him in every way - his hands squeezing your waist, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, his ragged breaths tumbling onto your face.

It puts you into a euphoric haze, one you only break out of when you impulsively slide a hand up his neck and into his dark russet locks and he groans into the kiss. The sound alone shocks you to your core, but feeling it from his chest, pressing against your own - that is forever etched onto your memory.

You break apart, a brief second passing where you both merely catch your breath, sharing the same air and tingling aftereffects. A warm, amusing realization appears in the clouds of your mind.

“I get it now.” You tilt your head and leave a chaste kiss on his cheek. “I could get drunk off of this.”

Brynjolf’s laugh is breathless, his lungs still recovering from the kiss. But his hands snaking up your waist and back have a newfound strength.

“Like I said, love. Equals.” And he captures your lips again.

[redstarring]

Random doodle I made on Christmas Eve :P The sillies

[thelonelyshore-if]

Croft- the whiniest angstiest obscure indie you can find. "oh you've probably never heard of them". that and classic 2000s era pop-punk.

This made me just think, imagine if MC was part of like some obscure indie band Croft listens to, and they have no idea who Croft is, but Croft knows who they are...

Just the idea of Croft preparing for the interaction with MC like "please don't be a fan, please don't be a fan", ... turns out they are the fan lol

Omg this mental image is killing me. Just Croft and MC doing the spiderman point at one another. Or, even better, if MC has no idea who Croft is then it's just them trying to be like "okay be normal you hate it when people freak out when they meet you so just be cool"

And it's like. MC whose band has 6 monthly listeners on spotify and has never been recognized in public once in their life.

[kimdokjas]

kimdokjas -> luguangs

temporary url change for the new link click season!

matching with my beloveds jo @bixiaoshi and phos @qiaolingz ♡

[saturngalore]

FORTUNA 🍀🕊️

named after the roman goddess of fate, FORTUNA is the debut album by the s-pop girl group, the fates. the album is filled with lush, unique melodies that perfectly compliments the women’s ethereal and peculiar charms. FORTUNA opens with an unbelievably dreamy and almost fairytale-like intro that melts into an euphorically rich and punchy deep-house title track. the album also includes songs ranging from calming bossa nova, upbeat saccharine pop, and r&b-tinged lullabies. the album itself perfectly captures the intense curiosity, nervousness, and giddiness of the three goddess-like figures and their hopeful late summer rendezvous with the oblivious morals they have observed from far, far away for their entire lives. one could only wonder for how long will these feelings of joy and wonder could last for these inquisitive deities before they have the chance to interact with the very same humans whose lives they have heavily impacted in both wonderful and terrifying ways.

album inclusions in higher quality below!

[ovriit]

@thaliora sent : " you look so pretty tied up like this " for yasmin

doesn't  know  how  she  ended  up  like  this,  all  a  big  blur  when  she  thinks  about  it.  yasmin  is  seldom  weak  -  willed,  but  there's  something  about  damien  that  makes  it  so  easy  to  say  yes.  and  so  she  lays  upon  his  mattress,  arms  held  up  over  her  head  and  flush  of  heat  rushing  to  her  cheeks.  doesn't  often  do  this,  allow  herself  to  be  seen  like  this.  "  then,  "  breathes,  hesitating  for  a  quick  beat.  eyes  wander  over  his  face,  way  he  looks  at  her  like  he  means  every  word.  can  only  swallow  down  thickly,  lace  fabric  brushing  against  her  skin  as  she  wriggles  around  the  restraints  on  her  wrists.  "  do  something  about  it.  "  unusual  stride  of  confidence  washes  over  her,  teeth  sinking  into  her  bottom  lip.  "  show  me  how  pretty  you  think  i  look.  "

[kneazle]

Just wanted to make a little post to say its been a rough last few days for me and I have many more to come, but I wanted to thank this fandom for putting even the slightest smile on my face with posts about Lou/Tommy (especially including the tomato jokes) and bucktommy in general, it of course doesn't make losing my mom any easier but it brought my head out of the clouds even if just for a second. Thank you ❤️.

ps. thank you to @sunnywithachanceofbi for the fic recs, they did help shine a little light. And the biggest thank you to @not-as-straight-as-i-appear for everything 💕.

[casscainmainly]

Hellooo :D I've been wanting to get into duke thomas for a while now and I finally have the time to do so!! I was wondering if I can go in without reading anything related to the N52? And if so, what would I need to know? anywho love ur posts I think you are so awesome <3

Hello!!! I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE GETTING INTO DUKE YIPPEE!!! So getting into Duke really depends on where you're starting! I generally have recommended We Are Robin as the starting point. It's mostly disconnected from the rest of N52, but you might need to know:

Bruce is currently not Batman because of events happening in Snyder's Batman run; all you need to know is that he's not around. If my understanding of timeline is correct, Damian is also away (covered by the series Robin: Son of Batman), so both Batman and Robin are absent! This is the backdrop for why We Are Robin was created in the first place.

Jim Gordon steps in as Robo!Batman, but honestly this is only important briefly in the crossover Robin War (which takes place halfway through WAR), not really relevant otherwise. (Although a cop becoming Batman is technically relevant to WAR's themes).

Speaking of Robin War - I do recommend reading it, but it contains VERY N52 versions of Jason and Tim, as well as featuring Dick as Agent 47/during his Spyral arc. Not really necessary knowledge but just brace yourself before reading the crossover 😭😭😭

That's assuming you're starting with We Are Robin. You could start with Zero Year/Endgame, Duke's origin story - that's Batman (2011) #21 - 34 and #35 - 40. This is actually a relatively good starting point because Zero Year covers N52 Bruce's origin story, so it's meant to not require much continuity knowledge! The only downside is Duke only sporadically appears. If need be, just read a wiki version of his backstory and circle back to this later (if you want to start with WAR because that's a Duke-centric story).

ALSO if you're doing the full Duke Thomas experience, We Are Robin runs concurrently to Batman: Superheavy which is Batman (2011) #42-50. If you're only reading WAR you don't need to read Superheavy, WAR is pretty self-contained, BUT Superheavy has some amazing Duke moments and explains Bruce's activities and Robo!Jim.

Generally I would recommend this course of reading:

(Read Duke's backstory on a wiki OR Zero Year/Endgame) -> We Are Robin -> Superheavy (just remember it's happening at the same time as WAR) -> Batman: Rebirth (and then you're out of N52 and into Rebirth!)

If you're ever confused about anything, you can either wiki it or send another ask I'd be happy to help :). Also Duke's story is sometimes just confusing, so you can check out these character profiles I compiled (the third one has a good summary of Zero Year/Endgame!). I hope this helps, and happy Duke reading!!!!

[hochmvt]

for the past seven years 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 has been traveling the abandoned back roads of america in search of the mysteries of the world. as host of the podcast 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 his life is filled with the horrors of the shadows and all that lies beyond the human concept of reality. driven by his thirst for knowledge, he treads paths best left unexplored, unaware that every step he takes is just another note in the documentation of his own disappearance. 

#𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐕𝐓.  ¦  based in eldritch and cosmic horror.  —  written with and by love.  ¦  CLOSED FOR PLOTTING  ¦  [CARRD]  —  [RULES]  —  [PINTEREST]

a study in  —  cosmic dread | the beauty of horror | hubris | the philosophy of mind | obsession | humanity and identity | isolation and loneliness | being in the public eye

[nereeitor]

I couldn't leave such a cool artist without a reciprocal drawing♥

It seems the taming of the animal was quite successful~

YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD?!??!?!?!??! THEM THEM THEM OMG THIS IS SO CANON IN MY HEAD TOO WHAT¿¿?¿?¿?¿?¿ TYSM YOU JUST MADE MY DAY TY TY TY 🫂🫂🫂🫂

[coffee-at-daybreak]

precautionary | teldryn sero x reader

a/n: writing about this damn elf is my savior sometimes. if i'm sad or stressed i just crank out silly lil scenarios about him and i'm instantly giggling and kicking my feet. here's some protective/jealous pre-bf tel content teehee

“I hate this place.”

“I know. You only remind me everytime we come here.”

“And yet, here we are again.”

You shake your head - partly in response to Teldryn’s snarky comment, and partly to get rid of the snowflakes still caught in your hair. It seems everytime you come to Windhelm, it’s blasting you with cold breezes and a harsh snowfall. As if the city’s residents aren’t welcoming enough.

Hence why you led Teldryn on a brisk beeline straight for the New Gnesis Cornerclub. The air is cozy and quiet, a soothing contrast to the city outside. The Dunmer here may not be much friendlier, but at least they aren’t outright hateful like the Nords that pester you at the entrance gates.

“Cut it out,” you say to your companion. “I told you, it’s only one night. I’ll deliver the parcel to the court wizard first thing in the morning, then we’ll leave.”

“We’d better.” Teldryn crosses his arms, rubbing them briefly in an effort to warm himself up even faster. “Otherwise I might end up in jail for something unpleasant.”

You roll your eyes. You’ve traveled with Teldryn long enough to know he’s being dramatic about it. But you also know his displeasure is justified. This city is one of the last places you’d bring a Dunmer - especially one who has lived in the Gray Quarter and has spoken about how awful it was.

“You’re just extra grouchy because you’re hungry,” you say, trying to lighten your tone with a joke.

His helmet conceals his expression but you can almost feel the unamused glare he’s certainly giving you right now.

You grin and pat his arm. “How about you grab us a table, and I’ll grab us some food and drinks. I’ll ask the owner if he’s got any rooms left we can rent.”

Teldryn sighs, his body physically deflating a tad. “Fine.”

He takes to one corner of the room while you head for the counter. The cornerclub is quiet, only a handful of Dunmer occupying some of the tables. You reach the counter and the tavern owner looks up from cleaning some glasses.

“Good evening. What’s on the menu?” You ask.

“Not much left. Just some ash yam stew and flin.”

“That’ll work. Two of each, please.” You slide over the coin. He eagerly takes it, red eyes bright as he nods at you.

“Thank you. I’ll be right back with those.” He steps away from the counter to prepare the meals.

You fold your arms and lean against the counter. Your body aches with exhaustion, days of traveling in the bitter cold having worn down your muscles and bones. You really hope there are some rooms available- you could use a break from sleeping on a bedroll.

“‘Scuse me.”

You look up, startled by the sudden voice. It’s not the tavern owner, though. You see an unfamiliar Dunmer smiling down at you, his own elbow leaning casually onto the same counter.

“Never seen you ‘round here before,” he drawls in a deep voice. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here so late?”

You merely blink back at him, caught off guard. You’ve never seen him before, either. He must be one of the Gray Quarter’s residents. His clothes are barely more than rags, and he reeks of drink and smoke. Something about him makes your hackles raise.

You shrug. “Just passing through for the night.”

“Is that so?” The Dunmer’s smile turns to a catlike grin. “I can make it a fun night, if you’d like some company.”

His heavyset eyes rake up and down your body, which immediately wants to shudder in response. Instead, you tense and tilt your chin up.

“No, thank you. I’m just-”

“I got a nice place I can take ya to,” he interrupts. His words are dragging, slurred from his drinking, no doubt. “I’ll show you a good time, swear.”

He suddenly leans in, and you immediately step back. Your heartbeat jumps to a quicker pace.

“Tell me your name, sweetheart,” The Dunmer continues.

You shake your head, retreating even farther from him. To your horror, he keeps inching closer.

“Aw, c’mon now. I only wanna-” His hand reaches for your hair.

You’re already prepared to back away, but before you can do so, there’s a burst of something hot and bright flying right by you. Next thing you know, the Dunmer is stumbling back and crying out, his hand covered in flames. He flails it around desperately until the fire dissipates into the air around him. The other occupants of the tavern all look over in alarm.

You’re so shocked that you jump in surprise when you feel someone else come up next to you. But this presence is all too familiar.

“You’d be wise to back off, s’wit,” Teldryn growls at the Dunmer. He steps in front of you, blocking you from the stranger’s view. He still has a palm open with a fire spell at the ready, and his other hand is poised on the sword at his belt.

You can barely see over Teldryn’s shoulder, but you do manage to catch a glimpse of the stranger’s face. His eyes are wide, sobered up by pain and fear, as he gawks at your companion.

Teldryn merely jerks his head in a “move along” motion. And sure enough, the drunk scurries away, stumbling his way to the corner of the tavern.

You let out a long exhale, the tension finally leaving your body. Teldryn turns around and looks you up and down, but unlike the stranger, you know he’s doing it out of concern.

“You alright?” He asks.

You cross your arms. “That was a bit much, don’t you think?”

He lets go of his magic with a flex of his hand and places it on his hip instead. “That’s not a thank-you. You should work on that, sera.”

You roll your eyes, but there is an urge to smile somewhere in there. You must admit, you are relieved- and amused.

“Or don’t thank me and just give me a pay bonus instead,” Teldryn adds.

You laugh, and though you almost miss it, you notice he relaxes a little more at the sound. He leans up on the counter alongside you.

“I suppose you’ve earned both, dear hero,” you joke.

The tavern keeper comes back with your trays of food and drink, his eyes darting around. “Everything alright out here?” He asks.

“Just grand,” Teldryn answers immediately, taking the trays and sliding one to you. He then asks the owner, “You happen to have any rooms open?”

“Two, actually. I can get you each-”

“No, just one will do,” Teldryn says curtly, handing over the coin. The tavern keeper’s eyes go even brighter as he takes it.

“You got it. I’ll go make sure it’s prepped for you two. Thank you.” Then he’s off again.

Your eyes jump over to Teldryn, but he’s busy peeling some of his cowl and downing his bottle of flin. There’s a light warmth flushing in your cheeks. This is the first time he’s gotten just one room for the two of you, and maybe you’re foolish for reading too much into it, but the thought makes your pulse quicken.

“What was that? He had two rooms available,” you ask him.

He lowers the bottle and sighs. “Don’t care. We don’t need to spend that much coin. And I don’t like the idea of you being in a room by yourself when there’s certain n’wahs here.” His hand clenches around his bottle.

You blink, surprised. Pleasantly so. This level of care from him is… new, but welcome.

“I can handle myself,” you remind him.

“Believe me - I know.” Teldryn stirs at his stew, but he casts you a quick side glance. “This is for my own reassurance.”

He looks back down, meaning he doesn’t catch that little smile on your lips. You start to stir at your own bowl, the delicious smell wafting towards your nose.

“Don’t worry - I’ll take the floor,” Teldryn says.

You turn and shoot a fast “no!” in reply - a little too fast.

He looks back at you, and that little sliver of skin visible beneath his cowl reveals a handsome grin. “Oh? Does that mean you want to share a bed with me?”

“Wha- no! I mean, that’s not what I-” you start to sputter, and the blush is spreading to your whole face now.

Teldryn laughs, his shoulder bumping yours. “Relax, serjo. You are far too easy to mess with. Now eat up.”

You turn back to your food, trying to focus on that instead of your racing heart and mind. The tavern keeper comes back to let you both know the room’s ready, but you take your time finishing your meals and enjoying the calming atmosphere.

At one point, though, your skin prickles with uneasiness. You dare to toss a glance over your shoulder. Just as you suspected, that Dunmer drunk is still staring at you from where he’s hunched up in the corner. His hateful eyes flick between you both, but seem to linger on you. Your body stiffens up.

“What?” Teldryn notices.

You turn back ahead. “N-nothing. Our friend is still pissed, is all.”

Teldryn looks over his shoulder as well. He lets out a gruff scoff. “Should he try anything, I’ll flay him alive. And just as a precaution-”

Then suddenly his arm is coming around you, wrapping loosely around your waist. You jump a little, but not out of fear like you felt earlier. No, Teldryn is comfortable and familiar- and damn it, is his touch thrilling.

“You’re safe with me,” he assures you with surprising gentleness.

You don’t hesitate to lean into him and the faint warmth of his body. “I know. Thank you.”

[mcrrcne]

I am stuck in Toronto wrapping up a new Netflix horror series from the Duffer Brothers alongside Adam DiMarco while most of you are having fun at Coachella. So please tell me what am I missing out on other than sunburns and festival crowds? I’m all ears for fun stories and starstruck moments! @sbhqstarters

[crownofefflorescence]

How does the one bed trope go over with the RO's?

GASP.

My favourite romance trope!

The "empty reply" tumblr invitation is a temptation this time, lol...

Unfortunately I can't put just anything because this ask does lie in the realm of spoilers. However, not in the way you might think! If you've read the intro post for Garden of Bones you'll be able to guess why this could be a very alarming situation for the ROs...

That's all I'll say for now, although you may get a chance to experience this trope - depending on how you define "one bed" - in the game.

But fret not, Anon!

I'll answer to the best of my ability, because whether platonic or romantic, it really depends on your MC's personality and how they choose to respond. Are they awkward about it? Flirtatious? Flustered? Eager? You're going to get a different response from both of the ROs...

Because this is usually a romance trope, not a friendship trope (and more's the pity because it has so much platonic potential!), we'll frame it as a flowering romance with some mutual trust established, and I'll choose whichever MC personality I think would be the funniest.

ヾ( ˃ ᴗ ˂ )◞ • *✰

Thank you so much for the fun ask!

U + Bold MC + One Bed Trope

With a shy MC, U might be more inclined to press their advantage and manipulate the situation somehow, but with a bold MC who has openly flirted before, U's face turns a slightly deeper shade of its usual moon-kissed bronze.

They immediately strip the blankets and one of the pillows, claiming the empty mattress, and will toss MC the rest to make a nest on the floor, thinking to avoid a display.

U is not so lucky.

Your MC now has a chance to make a compelling argument for sleeping in the same bed. If it's flirtatious enough, MC might end up inadvertently sending U into a corner with a single pillow - undignified (they will protest against this description) but far better than the alternative.

If MC's argument is more practical, entrapping them with logic, and U doesn't see a way to disagree without looking weak or cowardly, then MC has the privilege of falling asleep beside a motionless U who glowers silently at the ceiling...

...and awakening the next morning to find they haven't moved - never closed their eyes once! NOT EVEN TO BLINK.

An amused MC inquires if U slept well, struggling to maintain a straight face, but their mouth is irrepressibly curling upward: U has no choice but to answer truthfully or refuse any answer at all.

They turn their golden glare to MC. "As well as could be expected with such intolerable company."

It is up to MC to interpret what 'intolerable' implies.

U is used to handily maintaining an element of control in every situation, and now you, MC, have taken that away from them.

How dare you.

Z + Shy MC + One Bed Trope

A [REDACTED] Z thinks this is hilarious from the start.

They lead your flustered and red-faced MC on a wild dance through all possible sleeping scenarios, very calmly, entertaining every option and taking every single one of their suggestions onboard with hums and nods of agreement, and all the while their sparkling eyes never stray from MC's countenance as it turns many rare and delightful shades of crimson.

At last, when you are both 'overwhelmed' with dozens of possible solutions and your MC is quite out of breath, Z says with an exaggerated sigh, "This is far too much fuss over something so simple. I think we have overlooked the perfect solution, MC."

MC looks up (or slightly down) at them hopefully. "What's that?"

Z sits on the bed.

Pats it.

Flashes a very toothy smile.

"We'll simply have to sleep together."

If your MC doesn't pass out on the spot, then Z has the added pleasure of watching them find increasingly absurd excuses not to go through with their 'perfect solution,' until they begin to think it more pitiful than entertaining.

"I won't touch you," they promise. "I swear it."

From anyone else it would be empty words, but for Z it's a binding oath. Fortunately or unfortunately, if you manage to fall asleep together, you wake up with Z's arm thrown across your face at the very least and tangled together at the 'worst'; they certainly didn't mean to intrude on your personal space, but they are not a peaceful sleeper! Now, how to remove yourself from this increasingly awkward situation?

Good morning and good luck, flustered MC.

[thelonelyshore-if]

Just for fun, if everyone could go on a roadtrip, what would everyones roadtrip duty be? whos handling snacks, the map/gps, driving, handling the music selection etc?

I looooove this ask so much I've been hoarding it until I had a minute to answer but!!

Beck- is on snack duty without question. They don't particularly enjoy being trapped in a car when they're more used to their bike so they'd be a teensy bit grumpy except when allowed to drive.

Croft- technically can drive but dislikes it so will avoid it at all costs. Begrudgingly will navigate if that's what the driver needs but mostly wants to sit in the passenger seat to add ~commentary~ to the journey. Will complain about the music.

Jay- loves driving and would be the lone driver if they could...though they also need their sleep or they're a wreck so they will reluctantly give up the wheel to nap. Very protective over the radio when they're driving but much more chill when not.

Perri- in charge of the music no question. Has a knack for building playlists that are perfectly balanced to keep anyone from complaining too much. Is a deeply nervous driver so would prefer chilling in the back seat and enjoying the trip.

Ravi- will drive if prompted but has no real strong feelings. Spends the entire trip watching the scenery or with his nose stuck in a book. He'd get very thoughtful on long car rides and tbh wouldn't make the most engaging road trip buddy.

Yasmin- runs a tight ship she'd have the entire journey perfectly pre-planned up to and including bathroom breaks. Gets nervous when anybody else is behind the wheel, but will navigate in that case. Does prefer driving when she can; she both enjoys it and also doesn't trust anyone else to do it right lol.