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#I’ve been calling him my twink boyfriend for a few weeks but now it’s real
dumbpuppylove · 1 year
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I have a boyfriend, everybody clap for me
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kiddolm · 3 years
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Priority Herbert West X Reader
Summary: After so much neglect from a certain sciency boyfriend, can you do it anymore?
Warnings: AFAB, slight cursing, slight hint of NSFW
Word Count: 2,099
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He's down in the basement. Again. Like always. Somehow he's managed to spend more time in that dungeon than usual, and it's killing you.
Astonishingly, you managed to get close enough to make the twink your boyfriend in the first place. Back then, he wasn't this closed off. He actually tried to put in an effort into the relationship. But now, here you were, missing the brief kisses he'd give you on the cheek while he momentarily came upstairs. When he'd take small breaks to come to eat, and you would have conversations about something other than his reagent. When he'd finally come upstairs to take the shortest nap ever but would latch on to you like he'd lose you if he let go. Where did all of that go?
You shuffle down the stairs into his makeshift laboratory, fumbling with the hem of your sweater. Was it normal to be nervous to ask your boyfriend a simple question? Probably not, but here you are shaking like you just got off a rollercoaster, merely to ask him if he wanted to go out to eat with you and Dan.
"H-hey, Herbie,"
"-don't call me that."
"Alrighty," you whisper under your breath. Here we go. "Do you want to go out to eat with Dan and me? It might be good to get a little break, and a breath of fresh air might be good for you."
"It's outlandish how you still come down here to ask me these futile questions. I thought you would've learned by now that I don't have time for such useless activities," Herbert mutters.
You deflate, not knowing whether to keep pushing or to let it go.
"Ok," you sigh; he's right. You have learned, and you're tired of it. You're through with the emotional abuse he's been giving. Day after day, you somehow got the motivation to keep going back down, and every single time you got rejected. You're moving out until he figures out what he wants.
Charging back up the stairs, you rush into your shared bedroom and throw a jet-black suitcase on the bed. While you shove God knows what into your bag, you take a look around your room. Before you had moved in, it had been dull, with one or two human anatomy posters hanging up on the wall and a mini-fridge for his reagent. Now it has a bit more life thanks to you. Or now, I guess you should say had.
Dan comes into the room behind you with a puzzled look on his face. He looks around the room and at the clothes and decor that's thrown into your suitcase.
"Uhm, (Y/N), we're just going out to eat."
"I'm moving out. At least for a little bit. Just until Herbert figures out if he wants me in his life or not," you huff, throwing clothes recklessly into your bag.
"Woah, Woah, Woah," Dan objected, pushing past you to stop you from packing. "What happened down there?"
You let out a sigh of defeat and slump down on the edge of your bed, putting your head into your hands.
"I've tried Dan. I have, but Herbert doesn't care about me anymore. He- He's lost feelings or something! We haven't had a real conversation in a week, and- and I can't keep putting in any effort if he's not putting in any in return."
Dan sits down next to you and puts an arm around your shoulder in the hope to slightly relax you. He's always had a unique talent for that when you'd either get freaked out from work or another one of Herbert's experiments.
"I'm sorry you feel like that (Y/N). Really. He's an idiot for not appreciating you. Hell! If Meg weren't in my life, I'd probably be after you. Not- not in a weird way," he says, stuttering through the last part, making you laugh.
"It's not on you, Dan, and thank you. I'm still leaving for a while," you say, looking down at the floor. "I think I just need to be away from here for a while, ya' know?"
"Yeah, I get it. Listen, I'll help you pack and- wait. Where are you staying?"
"I was planning on just staying at a motel for a while."
"(Y/N), come on. You won't be able to live like that!"
"It's just until I figure things out with Herbert. Besides, I can't keep living like this either."
"Alright, that's fair. What all are you taking," Dan asks, standing up and begins to fold the clothes you sloppily threw in your suitcase.
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Herbert wanders up the stairs and into his -or better yet, your- bedroom. Except it doesn't look like it belongs to you anymore. Quite a few of your things are missing, and your keys and purse are gone. It's almost like you never had even lived there in the first place.
He sleepily stumbles into the kitchen, looking for you. His eyes dart around the room to find your bright smile that would usually light up the room. He spots Dan instead.
"Where's (Y/N)," he groans, pouring himself a glass of coffee like it wasn't already 8 P.M.
"Why do you care?" Dan scoffs. An obvious annoyance is radiating off of him.
Dan's sudden outburst catches Herbert off guard. What's that supposed to mean? Suddenly Herbert isn't so tired anymore, and it's not just because of the coffee he seemed to inhale.
"None of her stuff is in the room. She didn't tell me she was going anywhere besides out to eat with you," Herbert says, furrowing his brows together to try and recall if you said anything else earlier.
"She moved out," dan responds bluntly with irritation sketched into his face.
"What do you mean?"
"For someone always boasting about being smarter than everyone else, you sure are acting like a dumbass right now." Dan couldn't lie; it was nice having the upper hand with Herbert. But this time didn't seem so fun. The paranoia that was evident on Herbert's features was concerning.
"Where is she?"
"She told me no to tell you."
"When?"
"She left about three hours ago. Herbert, will you-"
"Why?"
That's Herbert's last question. It's filled with an emotion Dan can't put his finger on. Herbert doesn't show much emotion, so when he does, it's alarming. More alarming than his inhuman lack of emotion.
''I'm gonna let you figure that one out," Dan replies dryly, continuing his homework and trying his best to not give in to Herbert's pleas.
As much as Herbert hated to admit that he needed anything other than science, he came to a quick conclusion in his head that he needs you. One of the classic 'You don't realize what you have until it's gone' situations.
"Dan," Herbert pleaded, dragging out the 'A' in his name, "I need to know where she is."
"What are you going to say to her? You don't even know why she's upset," Dan exclaims.
"You could tell me why."
"And why should I do that?"
"Because we're friends, Dan! Do you want to lose (Y/N)?"
"I won't lose her. I treat her like she's important to me."
"Is- is that why she's upset," he pauses, contemplating Dan's words for a moment. "Does she not think she's important to me?"
"Think about it. When was the last time you actually took a break from your work and just spent time alone? When was the last time you've given (Y/N) your attention?"
"My work is one of my top priorities! She knows that, Dan. She knew it when we first got into a relationship. That can't be it!"
"Can't it? She knows that your work is a priority, but she wants you to treat her like she's at least one of your priorities. Good God, man."
For the first time in his life, Herbert was at a complete loss for words. The silence was almost foreign.
"Where is she, Dan?"
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You've been staying at this dingy Motel 8 for the past week, and while it wasn't the greatest thing ever, it was better than having to put up with being constantly rejected by your boyfriend. It's time to go back and face your problems, though.
While running away was nice for a little while, the constant state of wondering whether Herbert still wanted you or not was trying.
Sure his work is a priority, but so are you. If he can't see that, then it's his loss. Well, that's what you want to say. Honestly, you don't want to lose him. He can be cold at times, but when he's not, you feel on cloud 9. It's cliche to say you've never loved anyone like you love Herbert, but it's true. When he gives you his attention, you swear you're the only person alive. He's very passionate when it comes to love. Even if things did have to end, he always holds a special place in your heart. Every memory of him will be constant in your mind, even the bad ones. You just hoped he still loves you all the same.
Pulling up to the house gives you a tense feeling, and you haven't even gotten out of your car. You feel the drama before it even has the chance to happen.
With shaky hands, you knock at the door. The worst outcomes fill your head, one being that Herbert gave up on what you both had and ends things without another word.
All of those thoughts evaporate when the door is flung open, and you get the wind knocked out of you by Herbert, who comes out and practically tackles you. His arms wrap around your lower waist, and his head nuzzles into the side of your hair, taking in your scent.
You stand still, unable to comprehend that your once very emotionless boyfriend is showing endearment. It feels so unfamiliar.
"I'm sorry," he whispers into the side of your neck, in between the small kisses he's been peppering all over you.
You're stunned. What happened to your Herbert? Who is this?!
He takes a step back and looks at you; his eyes are glazed over with a pleading haze. "Don't leave."
He looks pitiful.
Part of you wonders what changed. Did Dan talk to him? Did he come to this realization by himself? Whatever happened that changed his mind, did it even matter?
"You have to promise me, Herbert, that you'll start to treat me better. I can't keep being the only one putting any effort in," you whisper. Your voice starts to shake, and you know if you speak any louder, it'll break.
He can only nod his head as he pulls you back into the comfort of his arms. You lift your head and place a passionate kiss on his lips as he grabs your waist tight enough to leave bruises. Without breaking the kiss, he drags you back into the house, towards his room. The sounds that the both of you make are ungodly.
Who knows if Dan just saw the mess of two people stumbling around his house.
Things get heated as clothes start to disappear from both of your bodies. His hands wander over every inch of skin that he missed while you were gone. He zones in, leaving marks on your neck to reclaim you as his. As things escalate, he slowly but surely makes you understand that you're the most significant thing in his life; his sole purpose of the night is to pleasure you.
In the morning, you're stuck together, unable to tell where you start, and Herbert ends. You wake up first admiring him. It was nice just being able to stare at him for the first time in ages. You trace imaginary circles over his chest and breathe in his scent. It feels like home.
As soon Herbert wakes up, he pecks you on the nose and moves some hair out of your face muttering a few 'I love yous' as he gets up and gets dressed to start back on his work.
You're aware this kind of affection isn't something you should be getting used to, but you can't help it. When Herbert treats you like that, you wish it'd last forever. Secretly, he does too.
Later, when Dan asks what had happened between the two of you, Herbert denies everything, too worried about his pride. Once he was down in the basement, though, you fill Dan in on everything assuring him it's all back to normal. And it really is. Your Herbert is back.
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starryandersen · 5 years
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#22, JT/Tyson (Sorry I know you've already written a couple of them but I love them so much)
22) what’s in it for me?
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Tyson thought he had long gotten rid of Drew, but, as it turns out, he is way fucking wrong. He’s out with the team when he spots that stupidly sharp jawline and those pretty brown eyes from across the bar. What the fuck is he doing in Colorado?
He’s chatting some stunning guy with pretty lips and a slim waist who is way out of Tyson’s league and way in Drew’s. Tyson frowns, making sure to hide his face in his beer the next time Drew glances away from the guy.
They’d dated briefly back when Tyson was still playing in the BCHL, and Drew had broken his heart all because Tyson was too “twinky” for his liking. Since then, he’d bulked up, no longer the twink that Drew had last seen, but he’s still pathetically single. An idea begins to form in the back of his brain as he watches his ex carefully, making sure busy himself with the conversation that Nate is having with Colin and JT right now. Tyson interrupts the moment there’s a lull in the conversation, startling Nate a bit.
“Hey guys, where’s Gabe?” He asks casually, eyes drifting back to glare at the way Drew is leaning closely into the guy he’s talking to. That guy is just as twinky as Tyson had been, nothing against the guy. He isn’t even jealous, Drew had ruined his self esteem for months after the breakup with that comment, it was his first real heartbreak. He’s still a little bitter, especially since he’s now intruding on the place Tyson has made into his home.
“Think he took T-Bear home, why?” Colin answers, turning those sympathetic puppy eyes on him, and Tyson groans, running his hands through his hair.
“My ex is here, I needed Gabe to pretend to date me because he’s out of my league and my ex’s.” He laments, burying his face into his arms and already plotting his escape out the window in the bathroom. A hand lands on the back of his neck, and Tyson guesses it’s probably JT.
“Why don’t you ask someone else? What about Barbs?” Nate’s voice is suggesting, when he lifts his head from the table. Tyson shakes his head, because Sven has already claimed his permanent seat on Barbs’ arm for the rest of the night, as Colin points out. “Why not JT, here?” It’s like angels sing to him from the ceiling as he looks over at JT, wildly hopeful.
“Please? Pretty please because you love your best friend?” Tyson asks, hands clasped in front of his face. JT raises an eyebrow, sliding an arm along the back of the booth.
“I dunno, what’s in it for me?” He presses, a teasing grin evident on his face. Tyson huffs, rolling his eyes.
“I’ll do your hockey laundry for a week.” He offers, and JT shrugs, caving far too easily to have been serious. Tyson sighs, collapsing into his side.
“You’ve got yourself a fake boyfriend.”
Tyson gets a few drinks in him before he inevitably drags JT towards the bar, under the guise of buying another round, but really he just wants a chance to “accidentally” bump into Drew. Luckily, he doesn’t have to look too hard, when Drew approaches him, his target from earlier nowhere to be seen.
“Tyson Jost, is it really you? How’ve you been?” Drew greets, his words lazy, as a hand lands on his arm. Tyson fists a handful of JT’s shirt, as if to tell him to help.
“What are you doing in Denver, Andrew?” Tyson asks, blunt, trying not to show how much he’s internally freaking out right now. Drew shrugs, leaning against the bar, looking aggravatingly handsome. He eyes JT, who’s been standing over Tyson’s shoulder the whole time, hand curled over his hip.
“Just visiting. Colorado is beautiful. I was kind of hoping I’d run into you, catch up, but it looks like you’ve got a new beau.” Drew says wistfully and examines his nails, and Tyson knows he’s bothered. He turns it up a notch, pulling JT’s arm over his shoulders, settling back against his side. “Care to introduce us?” Tyson can hear the thinness in Drew’s voice.
“This is my boyfriend, JT. JT, this is Andrew, my ex.” Tyson gives a short introduction, and JT nods, frowning disapprovingly at Drew and tightening his grip on Tyson. He is great at this acting thing.
“Please, my friends call me Drew.” He tells him, voice clipped, and JT merely makes a noise of acknowledgement. Drew takes a long sip of his drink and tilts his head up a little. “I’ve gotta say, you aren’t someone I’d expect Tyson to be dating. How long have you two been together?” Tyson opens his mouth to answer, but JT beats him to the punch.
“Eight months. What’s that supposed to mean?” JT says, keeping his tone bored, and staring Drew down. Tyson has a bad feeling about where this is going.
“Oh, you know. You’re so,” Drew waves his hand at JT, drinking up the sight of him. “Big and handsome. You’re really, really hot.” He explains, and, okay, ouch. Tyson frowns, looking back up at JT briefly. When he looks back, his jaw is set and his eyes are cold. He looks legitimately intimidating.
“And? So is Tyson.” JT defends, stepping in front of Tyson and keeping a hand back and on his forearm. “I think this conversation is over.” Drew shrugs, looking a little red.
“Nice to meet you, JT.” He all but purrs, in last attempt, but JT just drags Tyson back to the team’s tables near the back of the bar. Tyson is pink and flushed, again hurt by Drew’s comments but oddly warmed by JT’s response. He just kind of wants to go home.
“Fuck that guy, he’s a dick. Why did you ever date him?” JT spits, when he pulls Tyson aside to a private corner before they reach the tables. He’s holding his hands tightly and dropping his forehead against Tyson’s. “He’s crazy, you’re way out of my league, if anything.” Tyson blushes even darker, shaking his head as best as he can without pushing JT away.
“That isn’t true, but fuck, I really wanna kiss you right now.” Tyson says, with little prelude, unable to bite his tongue due to the alcohol running through his veins. JT is nodding encouragingly, pulling him closer by the belt loops, and Tyson closes his eyes and goes for it.
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autumnsidhe · 5 years
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Answer all the things
D&D Ask Meme
ah fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this.everything’s going under a read more b/c it’s gonna be long as all fuck
2. Your favorite character that someone else has played.ollie……….. little shit idiot i love him? he and james are both anarchist dumbass but in different ways. brothers in arms.
3. Your favorite side quest.oh christ. there’s no real particular side quests but my fave side plot in general is what i’ll summarise as “alora is a rat bastard.”
alora met a hot rich socialite guy who seemed really into her and she decided she was gonna play the long con on him b/c he might be useful
she and james both agreed to side w/ king clockwork, but when the king actually mentioned it alora gave james a Look™ and he was mad as fuck. he’s still kinda mad as fuck
she decided to be pals w/ a main antagonist (gluto) and didn’t tell us until days after it happened that he’d talked to her in his dreams
alora was told to not tell anyone abt the repugnant’s secret organisation. she immediately spilled the info to everyone
she was told to not mention the organisation’s meeting or anything that went on there. she immediately spilled the info to the motley and literally sent us a photo of the repugnant on his throne speaking to everyone
she was told to keep a specific person away from castle repugnant. she let him waltz right up to the castle w/ everyone else and seemed confused when they said he couldn’t go in
she broke into somewhere w/ gluto and then left him in a room full of very important documents b/c she somehow didn’t think taking him there to begin w/ wouldn’t backfire
the last thing james said to her was literally “i take it back, you’re a stupid shit idiot and i hate you”
4. Your current campaign.random sideplots get to go here this time! most of them are james or ollie b/c we interact the most w/ npcs
james and galant romance sideplot and the sheer amount of wild scenes that have happened as a result (the date, le fway showing up, addy’s dating advice, “ollie, you’re pretty ignorant”, “so you killed your boyfriend”)
ash coaches a baseball team
ollie tries to handle pink drugs, fails to provide any evidence that he’s not the cause
alora helps the repugnant, always immediately regrets it b/c he’s a little bastard man
the gang trying to figure out what’s going on w/ the repugnant’s amnesia
james accidentally making friends w/ a black spiral dancer and being heavily in denial abt why cylus probably got so attached to begin w/ (hint: it’s the anarchy and the horrid rebellious streak)
james nearly sides w/ the main antagonist b/c he’s got the right idea but his methods are fucked
ollie goes to fairy prison, makes friends w/ a vampire and some old sidhe, is currently in the middle of trying to break out
5. Favorite NPC.unfortunately it might be cylus? cylus is like 6 levels of batshit at any given moment and was introduced to us as a nameless dangerous prisoner that galant was holding for some sort of treaty? and james and addy were told to not listen to him for any reason and to not let him free. and of course james let him free. he shifted into a giant 9ft-ish tall war form and then james realised he was really in over his head. upside: he went back in his cell afterwards. downside: he got attached to james. also downside: james didn’t actually get warned that he was a dangerous war criminal until after all this went downthen cylus literally showed up in james’ dream to tell him a few things and warn him that he was planning to escape? and there was nothing james could do b/c “i heard it in a dream” isn’t exactly a solid claim esp when he doesn’t have any sort of future sight. and of course cylus broke outthen james ran into him in the dreaming and james was losing his mind the entire time b/c cylus is an absolute freak and james was stuck walking w/ him for like 2 hours. then like an hour after they parted ways james got flung into a ditch on the edge of town (in the real world) and cylus carried an unconscious james like a sack of potatoes into waffle house and just let him sleep on the table for a bit. then like 3 days later cylus broke into his apartment and made him breakfast.and then james got flung out into the middle of nowhere again for reasons and cylus was there and james had the choice of dealing w/ cylus or being horribly lost in the woods so he chose the first one. and he nearly got caught in the middle of a big werewolf fight that cylus orchestrated. and also nearly got caught in some extremely violent family drama.throughout all of this cylus is acting like he’s james’ best friend and last time they spoke cylus really wanted to do buddy cop stuff! they’re pals! totally! and james wants absolutely none of it but he can’t explode on him b/c he’s a skinny little twink and cylus could snap him like a twig w/ no effort
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6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc).we actually haven’t had many deaths! the only ones i can think of in game that aren’t random monsters were the old bastard and nor nan, which. were both interesting in their own ways, but nor nan’s was mostly tragic and i don’t wanna get feelsy so i’ll just use the old bastard here.to set the scene: we’re at a fancy party. ash and marike (an npc, he’s an unseelie lord and overall a hell of a time) are off on their own trying to catch chimerical creatures that stole their weapons. marike curbstomps one, meanwhile the other has climbed up onto a curtain rod. the place has really high ceilings. his solution? pick up ash and toss him at the creature. ollie and the old bastard (who owns the house) walk in just as this is happening, and the old bastard sees ash tear down the curtain rod for no damn reason. of course he demands answers. ash tries to bullshit a story abt an entire family of raccoons they were trying to chase outthen the old bastard gets shot in the head. ollie and marike are splattered w/ blood. he hits the ground, ash makes a joke abt “telling his wife the bad news”then he notices his wife is the one who just shot him
7. Your favorite downtime activity.the entire arc’s taken place over the course of 15 days in-game, including downtime. we haven’t had any specific downtime activities per say, but the best moment we’ve had during downtime was when ollie broke into james’ apartment and now he refuses to let ollie anywhere near his apartment complex
8. Your favorite fight/encounter.i’ll stick to generally hostile meetings for this since we’ve only a small handful of solid fights? but it’s either “james nearly dies” or “ollie is a good distraction”
to set the scene for the first one: the hospital chimerically burnt down, so the motley decided to investigate and sneaked in as janitors. james ended up alone down in the morgue after finding a body covered in chimerical burns getting wheeled down there. he checks it out, takes a couple photos on his phone. then the door opens.james starts cleaning and stuff, but it turns out the person who came in (gluto!) was also a changeling and very easily noticed the fact that he’s got really noticeable pointy ears in his fae mien. and of course he starts threatening james. and after he pulls out a massive scythe. james sends everyone an sos but they all get stuck in the elevator. so james pulls a gun in a fucking hospital. and he gets called on the bluff but before he can put it away, in bursts galantgalant starts kicking a bit of ass, and then gluto ripped the (already weak from the fire) chimerical ceiling down on top of them! galant did some shit to lift the rubble off them with little to no effort and james was kinda like “oh no he’s hot” for a second before galant kicked a bit more ass and gluto ran like hell!then he next night galant literally died for james (it’s okay, he got better) and confessed that james is his true love and just. man.
for the second one: there’s 3 assassins after galant. he fucked off to lovescreek in order to avoid them, but when ollie found him, one of the assassins had found him! so ollie joins the fray against this troll (who are like 8′ at the shortest), and after a short bit gluto joined in as well to distract ollie from the main fight! so what did ollie do? start loudly singing “i’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts” for a chicanery bunk to turn galant invisible. and of course both assassins turned on him and he ended up having to run like hell but when he lost them galant reappeared and was like “well that was fun”
9. Your favorite thing about D&D tabletop RPGs.i’ll keep it real, i’ve disliked every dnd system i’ve experimented w/ and i’m not a fan of most fantasy so it’s unlikely i’ll every actually play a proper dnd game but god… tabletop stuff is just so much fun? mostly the story and the fact that joe is absolutely godly
10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the most.cylus may be my fav npc but my fav antagonist is definitely king clockwork? ic my very first encounter with him led into him and james talking about their beliefs and ideals for like 2 hours straight and when he was getting ready to leave james was ecstatic that he’d finally met someone who fully understood his mindset. then the bomb dropped that he was the boss of the other antagonists and james was hit w/ this utter horror. and then james considered siding w/ him for a long ass time before eventually trying to kill him to put a stop to everything. yeah. yeahmy fav enemy/antagonist is absolutely gluto b/c he’s creepy as shit. during anyone’s first encounter w/ him i was completely solo and it was horribly unsettling and i simultaneously love and despise him
11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?we meet once a week! what game we run varies but recently it’s been changeling every week since we’re still waiting on player characters to start hunter the reckoning lmao
12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came from.we have a bunch of them but uhhhhh random ones off the top of my head
“it’s always sunny in coolville” b/c i realised early on that we were going to be up to a lot of dumb shenanigans and it was easy to make it’s always sunny title cards based on each session
#saveduke b/c there was a whole thing at one point where we had to keep him from getting kidnapped. spun off from that are #SaveDukeFromHimself, #SaveGalantFromJamesStupidity and #SaveDukeAgain?
“appearance 4, captivating” b/c dom said it regularly for multiple sessions until his character dirty danced with a hot guy at a party, after which he decided that alora was a lesbian
“does [insert art] let me throw fireballs?” b/c dom wanting to throw fireballs down the street is a running joke but also he unironically asked if primal 2 would let him throw fireballs
“james got norted” b/c he nearly joined the main antagonist, which devolved into “[insert random character] got norted” at the most random times
james and galant touching tips b/c at one point while they were casually talking ollie just started going 👉👈 in the background and james got really mad and flustered abt it so everyone started doing it
“ultra instinct ash” b/c he’s our shaggy and also has done like fuck all nothing productive in game so him going fucking super saiyan to kill the final boss is hilarious
“i got two hands!” b/c people regularly ask why ollie dual wields broadwords
#OllieOllieOxenFREE b/c ollie got himself sent to fairy jail
“i did [stupid thing], can i buy [half related skill]?” like “i attempted murder, can i get chronos 2?” or “i was an assassin in a past life, can i get melee 3?”
“people, let me tell you bout my best friend!” abt james and cylus b/c boy does james have bad taste in friends
14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed.uhhh exalted is the only one i’ve been a part of that’s been solidly active, but we’ve got characters for scion for when 2e drops, and i’ve got characters set up for chaos reigns when joe starts the next arc b/c i didn’t wanna peter parker myself into the finale. i don’t remember the rest of the scion crew well enough but i love them
15. Do you have snacks during game times?we almost always grab food on the way there and eat before we properly start
16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?in person! it’s the only way i’ve ever done it but i’m 🙏 that maricopa gets running online b/c……….. vampire good………..
17. What are some house rules that your group has?the big house rule for changeling is “ run things fast and loose.” joe knows the characters well and what’s on their sheets so we don’t do too much dice rolling except for arts. joe also takes some artistic liberties w/ some things, mainly wayfare and the inanimae, b/c his main goal is to make a good story and he’s sure as fuck succeeding
18. Does your party keep any pets?do addy and duke count? they’re a white rabbit and a beagle. beyond that, addy’s got pet rabbits, and ollie might be feeding a stray cat
19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?not really. dom claims that dice rollers hate him but he also keeps using his dice roller rather than pulling out physical dice
20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?i got into tabletop years ago when harley introduced me to the dystopia rising larp and i decided to check out the tabletop version for more lore. the current tabletop system sucks but onyx path is handling 2e and i’m so hyped for it. at some point a bit later i played vampire the masquerade bloodlines, and it got me into the world of darkness and well. i still love it.as for how long i’ve been playing, uh. around a year i think? i forget when we started exalted the borderlands-ing. i’d been sitting in on the group for around a year before that, mostly getting a feel for things and also we were trying to figure out a good jumping in point for me and i wish i could’ve started earlier but it let me mesh w/ everyone a bit easier and also have an outsider’s viewpoint when it came to certain issues
21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?oh absolutely, “i fucked up” is the semi-catchphrase for james for a reason. he theoretically has common sense b/c i usually say “this is gonna be stupid/bad” either ic or ooc before i do some shit and well. yeah it doesn’t usually go well but we have fun
23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns?i think the only thing not original we’ve run since i moved up is strange aeons and maybe a coc scenario? everything else has been original campaigns
24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game?not too much, really. i sometimes plan out a little of what i’m going to do, but half the time i never actually have the chance b/c stuff moves in a different direction than i was expecting. however i also write the summaries of the shit we’ve gotten up to every session so there’s that
25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?i’m not a dm but i’m answering this for joe b/c he flat-out admitted that he couldn’t predict what was going to happen in at least half of changeling b/c we’re an unpredictable mess but everything’s come together to make a really interesting finale
30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?answering this one too even tho it’s still a dm question b/c the players themselves are half diplomatic (me, mal, joe depending on game) and half murder hobos (fredy, dom). dom’s been going more diplomatic w/ alora but also she’s so bad at it and it’s wonderful
31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?classes aren’t a thing in changeling but out of the kiths ouuuuuuuugh i love sidhe a lot. like they’re honestly cool as hell and i fucking love the house lore? i’ll also do houses b/c fuck it, my fav house is beaumayn b/c they have no chill and every bit of house lore they have is brutal as hell
32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?)just looking at my trends of characters i’ve got currently (re)built, i have:- the face (james, rex, val)- support (henri, caoimhe, river kinda?)- the antisocial son of a bitch (nomi, neil)- “i’m going to wreck anything you point me at” (hound, oliver, elliot but not by his own choice)- pure chaos (nora, glitch mage)gemma is kinda hard to put into any category b/c she’s babey?
33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory?it depends on the character? some characters don’t have backstories (caoimhe, nora), some i’ve fleshed out heavily (james). it’s usually assembled from a bunch of random snippets written over the course of however long. some of it’s heavily thought out, other parts are just kinda arbitrary. i also tend to run some more important chunks past joe or mal just to see how they feel? james being from house gwydion was originally arbitrary and wasn’t really gonna matter (joe himself said it would just be a bit of flavour) then he figured out how to fold it into plot and i’m thriving b/c le fway is wild
34. Do you tend pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor?flavour, though use is also a bonus? artswise james currently has naming/chronos/contract, which are all useful in their own ways but also reflect his past lives / him as a person
35. How much roleplay do you like to do?yes. if i’m not able to embrace the character i’m playing is it really that fun? is it really? no b/c when that happens to this group we get the dumbed down version of chaos reigns and i go fucking batshit b/c of the fact that combat takes way too long
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thequietoftheroom · 5 years
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Hi. Is this thing on? Lauren Graham said in her new book that we should write more so this is my attempt at that. Oh by the way, I started reading again. I write these for myself so why don’t I just use “we”, but that will probably be weird reading it back. I’ve read Feminasty: The Complicated Woman’s Guide To Surviving The Patriarchy Without Drinking Herself To Death, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice On Love And Life From Dear Sugar, and now I’m almost done with Talking As Fast As I Can: From Gilmore Girls To Gilmore Girls. I’ve gone through several lists to pick out the books I plan on reading in the next few months, at least if I can afford them, but I like to think the books I ultimately bought found me and not the other way around. I have been read cover to cover, my soul pierced, and my mind opened. Of course fiction books have a similar effect but I never thought I would be interested in what people had to say about this grand thing called life and I learned that I cared a whole lot, not because I wanted to model myself after them but because I care about people and reading their explanations on life is like suddenly remembering they’re my best friends and they’re just catching me up on little secrets that come packed with nuggets of wisdom. 
I got myself into several situations I never planned on getting myself into even though the red flags were there and even though the people very openly said “Hey, this is exactly who I am”, but you know how your mind works when you have anxiety and depression. You start to convince yourself the puzzle pieces you find yourself assembling are actually part of the picture even though they don’t fit because deep down you’re trying to finish the puzzle of your life and no one is giving you quite the right pieces. In other words, and to quote my friend Allie, I drank a nice glass of “dumb bitch” juice. Which lead me to want to consider joining a dating site sooner than I planned. I know these things take time but it’s been 3 days and I’ve sent 40 likes (I think that’s how okcupid works idk) and practically got 0 back. Here’s why that sucks. On okcupid they focus strongly on your personality and beliefs. So someone not only saw my face and said “yeesh no thanks” they took the time to get to know the information about myself I put on there and were still like “yikes I don’t think so”. So all in all this was an experiment in derailing my self esteem and increasing my depression. What crazy color will I dye my hair to suddenly avoid dealing with my problems? Or maybe I’ll give myself another buzzcut. Stay tuned!
On a serious note, a lot of the stories I’m reading made me SO relieved that at 27 I’m still very much single and have only had 1 relationship which wasn’t that great (it was both of our faults). There were so many stories and anecdotes about young love being messy and about true commitment coming in your 40′s. Honestly, idk if I can wait that long. If NASA and the CIA and the FBI were like “you have been randomly selected to test mating with androids” I’d be like “yes please but can I choose their face”. I mean realistically I’m in the worst position to be in a relationship. For one, I don’t have much money saved because I’m sadly addicted to ordering things online, most of which are either useful to me or to my job (and no I don’t get reimbursed but I think the prospect of waiting for something in the mail to kill time is momentarily greater than the prospect of having more money later). I still live at home. Obviously, that’s a hella yikes and tbf I’m reading to get the fuck out of here but {see A: i have no money} and I have no one to move in with. I keep doing extensive research but I learned that in 2018 everywhere is problematic. So as much as my love for NYC is slowly fading I also realize this is it for me! I’m a city gal who needs to be surrounded by diversity. I can’t do suburbs and I can’t do living near more than 50% white people. I’ll die. I know that’s discriminatory but we are in the dawn of BBQ Beckys so can you blame me when the majority of white people keep voting against my existence. So I’m stuck. Every once in a while I look up “most LGBT friendly places to live” or “least racist places to live” and hope there’s a magical place with both but there isn’t (especially since, hello, twinks are hella racist). But I’ve literally cuddled my body pillow to death: it broke apart and I need a new one. And I learned I can’t fall asleep unless I’m cuddling it because I’m that lonely.
Everything in life is so complicated. I hate not being out at work but at the same time everyone there is ignorant so I wouldn’t be any more comfortable having them walking on eggshells around me. I love the individuals though and sometimes I feel very motherly or big brotherly towards them and they make me REALLY love work. But I want to be me. And I want to get rid of my legal name. Every time someone calls me John I die inside. Sometimes I don’t even respond because I have to be like “oh shit that’s me”. Can I change my name now? Probably, just have to have the money and redo all my paperwork at work? Will i? No because then either a) the individuals will have to learn my new name and their lives are confusing as fuck as it is or b) i keep my current legal name as a nickname but then it will get confusing for paperwork. I don’t like inconveniencing people that much even for something super important to me. I’ll just die inside until I save enough money, do my last few undergrad psyche classes, and then get into grad school. So like in 5 years, knowing me.
I’ve developed some little crushes here and there but most of the time it’s people that live out of reach or are straight or bottoms or any combination of them or I can just tell they will never like me in that way. So honestly, why bother. I miss the days when I didn’t care about this and the only thing plaguing my mind was what show I should marathon while building in minecraft.
Speaking of games, I play a lot with my friend Sal. He’s like my best friend which is weird because he was my boss once on a minecraft server but now I can’t ever think of him that way? He’s more like an older brother now, even though he’s younger than me. We talk a lot and also enjoy a lot of silence, and introduce each other to different games and shows. But mostly games. We’re both obsessed with 7 Days To Die and I check constantly for news about the update (no set dates for Alpha 17 AHHHH). To fill that void we started playing Fortnite, which I know a lot of people make fun of but it’s actually fun. Here’s a fun fact about me: I can’t take serious games serious so if there’s no building element, or fun element, or explosives I can blow things up with, I won’t do it. I have 0 competitive bones in this body. I like to have fun. That’s why Fortnite is perfect because it is a competitive FPS type game but it’s also a parody of that genre and it’s so whimsical. Save The Day is a lot like 7 Days To Die so that’s been fun. Listen, when you play a game with someone and you beat it, especially a survival game, it’s such a relief and you learn so much and it’s like you went on a literal adventure with that person. Did Sal and I actually get stranded on an island full of mutants and cannibals? No but that’s what it actually felt like after finishing The Forest because it was that real for us. My love for Pocket Camp is fading because it’s the same stuff, new textures. I mean the prospect of having a cute camp is fun sometimes (fun enough for me to spend way too much money on it. HELP!) but now it’s like “oh they just stand there and I don’t really do anything”. ALTHOUGH they are saying that now they are adding a LOT more gameplay to the point that you need at least 1gb of space of the game so I’m excited. I’m still obsessed with minecraft so there’s nothing new there.
Here’s something weird. I spent much of my time, when I identified as gay, being annoyed at gay stereotypes and mostly twinks being like “if you don’t do x,y,z you might as well be straight”, so much so that now that I came out as queer those things still bother me and I have to be like “it’s okay that’s not you anymore you literally figured this out which is why you’re this person”. That’s how I should introduce myself tbh “Hi I’m the Q in LGBTQ”. I don’t care about fitting in but because of my lack of in person friends sometimes I worry that maybe I should care, just a little. I’m so tempted to try Tinder just for that but then I think of all the people who have Tinder that live in this building and I’m like God that is a huge mistake. I need a huge life change. I need someone to come in and shake up my life but no one has volunteered. I’m kind of regretting thinking of all those stupid romantic things like “Oh I want my future boyfriend to teach my how to ride a bike :)” “I want my future boyfriend to take me traveling” “I want my future boyfriend to serenade me”. I’ll just become a full on Capricorn and teach myself everything, travel the world alone, and serenade my goddamn self.
Speaking of which again, can my depression like.. not? I was so into learning and practicing chords daily and I just stopped? Like my motivation was like “It’s been a nice 1 week. back to not caring about anything again” I mean I started to try to learn Burn and Satisfied from Hamilton (well, “learn”) so I at least have interest and I still listen to classical music and jazz to light that fire under my ass but still. I’m just going to do what I always do and restart from lesson 1 and hope I make it to 3 although my extensive research of chords has already put me at an advantage for lesson 3, which is chords. Of course I would go and try to learn something in an unstructured manner because I have a problem with routine and authority even when that authority is me.
I should write me. Which reminds me I was going to write about this one dream I had on my regular blog. See ya!
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artificialqueens · 6 years
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Bianca’s Acid Tongue (Bitney) - Lolacola1
After a long day of interviews all Roy wanted to do was get home to his boyfriend, Shane and relax. But things don’t go to plan when he opened the front door and found a very annoyed Shane waiting for him.
Roy gathered up all his Bianca things from the back of the car before making his way up the small path towards his front door. He had left the house at six in the morning and fourteen hours later he was finally home. He had hoped Shane would have guessed the kind of day Roy had, and would have dinner ready for him. All he wanted was to close the front door behind him and enjoy a nice quiet night at home with his boyfriend.
“You son of a bitch.”
“Are you talking to me?” Roy asked confused as he looked behind him.
“Yes I’m talking to you.”Shane stood at the front door, arms folded giving Roy his pissed off look.
“Okay,” Roy nodded. He placed his bag down by the front door before straightening up to look at his boyfriend. “And what exactly have I done?”
“Well if you don’t know then I’m not going to tell you.” Shane spun around sharply and marched towards the bedroom.
“So that means there’s nothing to eat?” Roy asked.
“Go fuck yourself Haylock,” Shane yelled from the bedroom.
Roy looked around the hallway confused before he made his way towards the bedroom door. He found Shane sitting on the edge of the bed. Legs folded, arms crossed. “I left here this morning to you being happy. The last thing you said to me was I love you. The last text you sent said you were missing me. What the fuck happened here today?”
“Do you know what I did today?” Shane quizzed.
“Of course I don’t, I haven’t been here all…”
“Don’t be a smart ass with me,” Shane warned.
“But you asked,” Roy mumbled.
“Today I had the pleasure of watching some you tube videos,” Shane continued. “Do you know what kind I watched?”
“No,” Roy frowned. “But I’m guessing they weren’t good ones. I’m guessing they’re the reason for this pissy mood you’re in right now.”
“I got to watch a channel called Wowpresents,” Shane snapped. “And a little show called Really Queen.”
“Did I wear something of yours and it’s annoyed you?” Roy asked confused.
“You made a fool of me,” Shane complained, which really confused Roy.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I watched your Really Queen about me,” Shane snapped.
“I see,” Roy nodded. “But you know that…”
“You called me old.”
“Shane I’m seven years older than you,” Roy pointed out.
“You said my outfits were shit.”
“I told you that last week in this bedroom,” Roy frowned. “Why are you so upset?”
“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Shane answered quietly. “Of all the people out there, you’re supposed to be the one that’s on my team. You’re not supposed to be on line pointing out my faults. I have enough people doing that.”
“But…”
“And you know what hurts the most?” Shane continued. “You decided to pick ever real thing I’m ashamed of and make fun of it to the world.”
“Come on Shane that wasn’t what I was…”
“It might not be what you were trying to do, but you did it,” Shane interrupted.
“Shane,” Roy sighed as he took a seat on the bed beside him. “You know… you know more than anyone that I don’t mean any of the shit that spills out of my mouth when I’m in drag. Jesus I don’t even remember saying half that shit.”
“I’ve accepted your weird distaste for showing that you care about me in public,” Shane sighed. “But did you have to treat me like I’m just another queen to you? Like I’m nothing to you.”
“Shane please,” Roy sighed as he took Shane’s hands in his. “You know you’re not nothing to me.”
“Do I?”
“Shane we told everyone about us,” Roy sighed. “It’s not like we’re hiding. Everyone knows we’re a couple. They’ll also know that all I said about you was just jokes. Just my sense of humor.”
“Is it though?”
“What?”
“Is it just one of your jokes or do you really think of me as a talentless blonde bimbo? A Spice Girl reject.”
“I said that?” Roy asked confused.
“Not in so many words,” Shane shrugged. “You just called me an ageing twink.”
“That’s not all I said,” Roy frowned. “I mean your video was the longest one I did. Hell I had to stop just to think of things I could say. And what about all the nice things I said about you? You’re just choosing to ignore all those?”
“What nice things?”
“I said plenty of nice things about you,” Roy answered.
“Well I’m guessing they had too many bad things to fill up the video,” Shane shrugged.
Are you seriously angry about this?” Roy frowned. “About a few jokes.”
“It’s like you can’t let the public know you love me,” Shane sighed. “I mean that’s if you love me.”
“Of course I love you,” Roy frowned. “Now you’re just being stupid.”
“It’s not the first time you’ve done this,” Shane shrugged. “What about last month when we went to that party in West Hollywood. You wouldn’t even dance with me.”
“I was stone cold sober,” Roy frowned. “I never dance sober. Anyway you soon got over that when Alaska’s brother got up and danced with you. But then you do forget about me when there’s a straight man around.”
“Don’t you dare,” Shane warned as he stood up. “Don’t try and turn this around on me.”
“I’m just trying to get this to stop,” Roy sighed. “It’s all silly. We’re arguing over nothing.”
“We’re arguing because you made me look stupid in front of the whole world,” Shane snapped. “All of our friends are going to see that. My mother is going to see it.”
“You want me to call them and get them to take it down?” Roy asked. “Because I will.”
“What’s the point?” Shane shrugged. “Everyone has already seen it. I’ve already got the twitter messages asking if I’m okay. Telling me to move on because they know you’re not that into me. That I’m just some fun until you get bored. That we’re not in a real relationship. That we’re just hooking up”
“Who the hell is sending you messages like that?” Roy frowned. “If Willam thinks…”
“It’s not Willam,” Shane sighed. “Its fans. And they’re all saying the same thing. Well there are a few that are trying to make me feel better.”
“And what are they saying?”
“They’re asking if I’m okay, and that I shouldn’t listen to you,” Shane answered. “That you probably don’t mean it.”
“Of course I didn’t mean it,” Roy groaned. “Shane you know most of the shit that comes out of my mouth I don’t mean. Well unless its a Queen I don’t like. Then all bets are off, but you happen to be my favorite queen. So anything hateful I say about you isn’t true.”
“I just wish you were brave enough to say something nice about me,” Shane admitted quietly.
“I say nice things about you every day.”
“Sure,” Shane nodded. “When we’re alone. When we’re in this bedroom surrounded by walls. Then you can say all the loving things you want. But when people are watching, you have to turn back into Bianca. You just can’t let people know you have a heart.”
“I just thought you’d know it was a joke,” Roy admitted. “I mean you always laugh when I say something.”
“Because if I don’t laugh everyone will see how heartbroken I am by your words,” Shane admitted before standing up and walking out of the bedroom, leaving Roy sitting on the bed alone.
….………………………….
Shane lay curled up on the sofa for the longest time. The silence surrounded him. He had left Roy alone and the older man had chosen to stay in the bedroom. It was probably their biggest fight, and Shane didn’t see how they were going to fix this one. As he lay staring at the coffee table in front of him his phone began to ring. Even before looking at the screen he knew it would be Willam.
“Yes I saw the video,” Shane sighed before Willam could even say hi.
“Court, what have you done?”
Willam’s stunned voice has Shane sitting up from his position on the sofa. “What are you talking about?”
“You better tell Bianca to take that post down before her fans turn on her,” Willam continued. “That mean bitch had a bang to the head or something?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Bianca’s new instagram post,” Willam answered. “Look I’ve got to go, just tell your other half she’s crazy.” With that Willam hung up leaving Shane to look confused at his phone. Before he could think, he went searching for Roy’s instagram to see what Willam was talking about. It was the latest post.A picture of him and Roy together, with a long caption beside it.
‘I know I sometimes come off as a heartless bitch, who was raised by wolves, and mainly that is me, but there is another side to me. A side I didn’t know I had until someone came into my life. You might see the two people in this photo as Bianca and Courtney, but to me it will always be Roy and Shane. And it wasn’t until today that I realised I can’t blur the two any more. I’m Bianca so much that I sometimes forget to be Roy. Because truth be told, most people only want Bianca. It’s a rare few that are happy with Roy, and today I hurt the one person who loves me just for being Roy. Today I finally realised that I have found what I’ve always been looking for in life. For years I was desperate to find that one person who would love me and cherish me. The person who doesn’t need for me to be Bianca to have a good time. Shane’s just happy for me to be Roy. He doesn’t need the added bonuses of Bianca. He just wants the stripped down version of me. Plan old me. He just wants me, and I didn’t realise that until today. I guess like with every other relationship I’ve been in, I’ve been waiting for the time to come when he sees plan old me and he decides he doesn’t want that any more. I just didn’t know he was staying with me for the real me. That he saw that person the very first time we met. I guess I’ve just realised that I don’t have to be a clown for this relationship. I know most of you won’t understand any of this so I’ll make it clear. I am in love. Me, Roy. I’ve gotten to forty two and I’m finally in love. I want the world to know that it’s very real and means more to me than anything else in my life. Shane has given me so much. He’s made me a better person. My whole world changed the second he stepped foot in it. And no matter what I say trying to funny, doesn’t matter because it’s not real. What’s real is what I have with Shane and as long as he’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life making sure he knows what I feel for him. Because he’s it for me. He’s what I’ve been looking for.’ #myangel  #loveofmylife #ImsorryifyouthoughtIfeltanydifferent
A noise from the bedroom door pulled Shane’s eyes away from his phone. “What did you…”
“I meant every word of it,”Roy answered as he took a cautious step towards the sofa.
“Willam thinks you’ve had a bang to the head.”
“I don’t give a fuck what Willam thinks,” Roy admitted. He stepped around the sofa and sat down beside Shane. “I only care what you think.”
“I think people are going to think that you’ve had a bang to the head as well.”
“I don’t want one person to ever think we’re just two people hooking up,” Roy took Shane’s hands in his. “You will never have to hear that question again. The whole world now knows how serious we are. I mean that’s if you still want to be serious with me? I wouldn’t blame you if you ran out of here and into the arms of the first buff body builder you find.”
“And break all those Bitney hearts?”Shane asked.
“That wouldn’t be the only heart you’d be breaking,” Roy pointed out. “You’d be breaking my heart too if you decided I wasn’t worth it any more.”
“Well it’s lucky I still think you’re worth it then,” Shane smiled before leaning in to kiss Roy’s lips.
“So I’m forgiven?”
“This time,” Shane nodded. “But next time…”
“Oh trust me,” Roy interrupted. “There will never be a next time. Courtney is completely off limits when it comes to Bianca’s acid tongue.”
“Well don’t go too far,” Shane warned. “I’m sure Courtney would love to experience Bianca’s acid tongue.”
“Don’t,” Roy said pulling a face. “Don’t go all lesbian on me.”
“but you want to make it up to me, don’t you?” Shane asked as he ran his hand up Roy’s thigh.
“Yes, I do,” Roy nodded. “But Bianca has nothing to do with it.”
“Bianca was the one that said it,” Shane pointed out as he pressed his lips to Roy’s ear.
“You won’t be happy until Bianca has Courtney face first into a pillow, will you?” Roy asked annoyed.
“Or bent over the sofa,” Shane smirked. “Whatever floats your boat.”
“My boat feels like it’s sinking,” Roy grumbled.
“I don’t know,” Shane smirked letting his hand go higher on on Roy’s thigh. “Your boat feels like it’s sailing just fine.”
“I have a feeling I’m going to regret ever meeting you,” Roy frowned as Shane giggled into his neck.
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