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papurgaatika · 3 months

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Knead Me, Need You

Pairing: Massage Therapist! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: you were overworked, overstressed, and long overdue to get a massage. You just didn’t realize that getting one would come with a very good-looking massage therapist or the thoughts that filled your mind every time he touched you Tags: no outbreak AU, massage therapist! Joel, no reader desc. Gentle Joel, dirty thoughts, Joel is a tease, the reader is pent up as HELL, mentions of fingering, no actual sex, LOTS of sexual tension, pet names (darlin’ and sweetheart are used), Appreciation for Joel's arms, 18+ Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I very desperately need to get a massage and woke up from a dream about it so there’s that!! Also a huge lovely shoutout and thank you to my wonderful beta readers (@joelsdagger @carlynkurin and my lovely Laur) who have saved me from making the weirdest grammar mistakes and also fuel me with comments such as “IM (S)CREAMING” yall are real ones xoxo

Remember that TLOU is created by a zionist so please look at the resources at the end of this fic and in my bio on ways to donate and educate yourself!! 🇵🇸

You hate your job. Okay, that wasn’t true. You don't hate your job, you just hate the commute. And sitting at your desk all day. And the fact that you always decide that heels look better with your outfits. So you didn't really hate your job, you loved being in charge, but your back was paying the price for it. Everyone in your life has heard you complain about your back hurting at least once. Some of your coworkers had found you with a stash of the stick-on heating patches in your desk and that led to the office pitching in to get you a certificate to one of the nicest spas in the area for your birthday.

You weren’t sure if you would use it, you barely had time to sit down and fully wash your face. How were you supposed to relax for a full hour and a half with some stranger touching you? The answer came to you one Saturday when you rolled out of bed and could barely stand because of a crick in your lower back. A groan falls from your lips before you throw yourself back onto your bed and grab your phone, making quick work of dialing the number on the back of the voucher. You let out a sigh of relief when the receptionist tells you they have availability later in the afternoon, and you tell her you’d take the appointment. You’re just about to hang up before her voice comes through your speaker again “Oh, and just to let you know, your therapist will be male, is that okay?”

You freeze for a second. On one hand, you didn’t love the idea of some random man touching you, especially considering it was a full-body massage. But on the other hand, you really didn't have a choice, your back was going to give out if you waited any longer. You mumbled out a quick “That’s fine, thank you!” before hanging up and making your way up to change your clothes. You decide to opt for something more casual, before grabbing your keys and wallet and heading out of the house.

This place was fancy. Like much fancier than you had expected and suddenly your outfit felt too casual and you missed your heels. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you filled out the forms they gave you. No, you haven’t had a massage before, yes you wanted to focus specifically on your back, and you weren’t sure how much pressure you wanted. You hand the clipboard back to the receptionist with a smile and she lets you know that he’s just about finished with his last client and he’ll come back for you in just a few minutes. Your knee is bouncing of its own accord, nerves finally kicking in. You are about to be naked in front of a man who is then going to rub his hands into you. Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself that it’s his job. He does this all day, five days a week. You keep reminding yourself that it’s just a massage, you’ll be okay. You finally start to believe that, nerves dissipating and your heart settling back to its resting rate, and then you see him.

He’s all broad shoulders and a kind smile walking out to the main area, before turning in your direction, and your mind blanks for a minute to fully take in how attractive this man is. His arms were gorgeous and you couldn’t take your eyes off of them. His t-shirt was pulled tightly over his bicep, riding up just enough to let you see a peek of skin that was untouched from the Texas sun. His arms were thick, the muscles defined and prominent, veins standing out against the smooth skin. You were enraptured watching his arms move as he signed off on some papers and grabbed the clipboard with your forms on it. Images of his thick fingers in unspeakable positions flooded your mind; tugging at your hair while his other hand was on your hip, dragging over your lips and pushing them into your mouth, letting them curl into your aching cunt while he holds you down.

You were lost in your thoughts until his voice was saying your name and pulling you out of your depravity. You smile at him shyly and stand up to shake his hand “I’m Joel, and I'll be your masseuse for today, it’s a pleasure to meet you darlin’.” if you thought that he was attractive before, hearing that accent made you weak in the knees. The slow drawl of his words was smooth like honey and sent butterflies straight to your core. He takes the paperwork from the receptionist and gives it a quick scan before tutting at you lightly. “Overworkin’ yourself? Don’t worry, I'll take good care of you today.” You feel your face start to heat up as you follow him back through the halls into his room. You stepped inside to be met with a dim warm light, and soft music playing through a speaker.

“So is this your first time coming in for a massage?” he asks, half leaning against the door.

“Is it that obvious?” you half laugh, heat rising in the back of your neck. You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes locked on his. He laughed softly with a shake of his head and you think you might die on the spot. It’s so unfortunate that he’s so hot.

“No, darlin’ it said it on one of those forms they had you fill out, I just wanted to go over how it all works with you.” you nod and look up at the man, waiting for him to go on, “I know it said you wanted to focus on your back, do you mind goin’ a little bit into why?”

You sigh and press a hand into your lower back, “So I sit at work a lot, and granted my posture isn’t great, but I woke up this morning and it was worse than it had ever been” You tell him about your job, about being overworked, about your stupid half hour commute. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, only dropping to flick over your waist for a moment, and then back onto yours.

He lets you explain where exactly you were hurting before he glances at his watch and lets you know that you should get started sooner rather than later. “Just go ahead and get dressed down to your comfort level and then just lay down with your face in the cradle sweetheart. I’ll knock before coming back in and then we can get started.” You smile and give him a nod, taking a deep breath once the door shuts after him. You make haste to strip down and fold your clothes leaving them in a little pile on a shelf, leaving your panties on much too aware of the wetness that was pooling into them. You grab your phone and lay down on the table, scrolling through your email and replying to a few new ones from your coworkers, knowing fully well that they can barely get things done without you.

A knock on the door breaks you out of your thoughts and you let out a small noise of acknowledgment that you were ready, slightly hesitant. You watch as Joel opens the door and steps in, eyes immediately flicking to your phone. “Can’t have that out darlin’, this is your time to relax” he says gently, grabbing your phone and setting it down on the shelf next to your clothes. “I’m sure work can wait.'' He shoots you a wink and your face feels flushed. You let your face fall into the cradle, eyes shutting before you feel his hands grazing your body over the sheet slowly. He’s barely touching you, his touch is feather-light, so why do you feel like your body is on fire? His fingers make small circles on your scalp as his thumbs press gently into the base of your neck. Your eyelids flutter softly, the pressure he was applying immediately melting away your stress. His fingers work on your neck, not pressing too hard but not so soft that it wouldn’t help at all. You feel him work in the same place for a few minutes to get rid of a knot, likely from staring down at your phone or hunching over your computer all day, before he takes his hands away.

“Alright sweetheart I'm gonna move the sheet and start on your back, if that’s alright,” you nod into the face rest, letting out a deep breath when his hands hit your skin. You figured his hands would be as strong as the rest of him looks but he was surprisingly gentle and warm. The smell of roses and sandalwood fills your nose as his hands press softly between your shoulder blades. You let out a soft sigh when his fingers dig into your skin “That pressure alright darlin’?”

You manage to mumble out a weak “yes” and let your eyes fall shut again. You don't know why he’s doing this to you, why this man is making you all hot and bothered while he just does his job, but he is. His hands feel like heaven on your lower back, fingers creating circles to try and get a particularly nasty knot out right above your tailbone. A sound leaves your mouth, a little too close to a whimper for your liking and you feel the blood rush to your face but Joel doesn’t even mention it.

“You're real tense sweetheart, it’s a wonder you didn't have to come in before today” he mutters as his fingers work their way back up your spine. A trail of goosebumps follows after his touch as your back almost arches into his hands. Almost. You catch yourself at the last moment, sparing yourself from what would be the most embarrassing experience of your life and would also likely get you banned from the spa, which would truly be painful because lord, did Joel know how to use his hands on you. His fingers were soft yet somehow held just the right amount of strength in them to work your pain away, the way the heels of his palms would dig into your skin when he focused on a specific area, he was just too good at this and it was making you a little bit crazy.

Your eyes were still shut, your body more relaxed than it had ever been when you heard him tell you to flip over so he could work on your legs. In your half-asleep state, you seem to have forgotten that moving too fast will not only make your head spin but will also make the sheet covering you drop. You managed to catch it and pull it over your chest, eyes wide and staring at him. “Oh my god I'm so sorry-” you start but he cuts you off with a shake of his head before clearing his throat.

“‘s alright sweetheart” his eyes flick down to where you were clutching the sheet. Your breasts were spilling out of the top almost obscenely, a small sheen of sweat from the warmth of the table (and his hands) covering your skin. “Just lay back down, ‘m gonna work on those legs now.” He turns to grab the oil again, and you weren’t certain because of the dim lighting in the room, but you could have sworn there was a light blush dusting his cheeks. You lay down with your head in the rest, still clutching the sheet at your chest before he takes it out of your hands and brings it over your chest fully, leaving just your collarbone and neck exposed. He moves to a corner before picking up a bolster to put under your knees to prop them up slightly.

You let your eyes fall shut as you feel his hands skim your calf. You bite back a gasp when his hands, god his hands are huge, encompass your ankle and bring it up out of the sheet, bending it at your knee slightly. You wet your lips with your tongue and find your mouth drier than it had ever been as he moves your leg into a good position for him, your calf almost grazing his chest. You feel yourself clench around nothing and feel your panties dampen at the closeness of him. He lets your foot down, tucking the sheet under your hip so that it doesn't slip out from under you, and you can feel your heartbeat everywhere. His fingers were so strong yet so gentle on your calf, rubbing out the tightness in your legs. As his fingers made their way further up your leg you felt like you were on fire. His hands were pressing into the muscles, nails softly tracing against your inner thigh and it made you feel weak. You couldn’t get the image of those same fingers the ones that were trying to help you relax, rubbing circles over your clit or digging into your hips as he held you in place, out of your mind. It was filthy really, how pent-up you were. How depraved the thoughts you were having about this man, this stranger, were, but you couldn’t help the wetness pooling between your legs from growing. He presses into a specifically sore spot, dragging something between a yelp and moan from your lips. “I'm so sorry-” your words were quiet, barely audible over the light music he had playing in the room. “Don't worry about it sweetheart, just means I’m doing my job right” he was fucking with you. He had to know what he was doing to you. Had to know that while he was working on the muscles of your legs, you wanted those strong fingers inside of you, talking you through orgasm after orgasm with that sweet southern voice.

You close your eyes again, trying to stabilize your heart rate and keep it from pounding out of your chest “Alright sweetheart, I'm gonna wipe you off and then I’m sorry to say, but we are done for the session” You nod your head before feeling the warmth of a hot towel wipe against your legs, attempting to brush the idea of him wiping you up after pumping you full of his cum out of your mind. You take a few deep breaths before he turns the lights up slowly, letting you adjust to the change. “Alright, I'm gonna step out and grab you some water. I’ll meet you up by the front darlin’” You smile at him and say thank you before moving to change into your clothes, knees slightly wobbly from just thinking about him. Your panties are embarrassingly wet when you stand up, and you press your face into your hands trying to shake this out of your system.

You manage to step out of the room without having your knees give out, eyes still slightly blurry from being half asleep through the whole appointment, and walk back out to the reception. You blink a few times, adjusting to the much brighter lighting, and see Joel waiting for you with a cup of water. “Pleasure working on ya sweetheart, I hope I’ll see you again soon” You take the water and say your thank you to him before watching him walk back into the backroom, and oh my god was his butt always that cute?

You turn back to the receptionist with a smile, when she asks how the session went. “Good, yeah no everything was amazing” You bite on the inside of your cheek softly, the ghost of his fingers still on your skin. You get checked out, making sure to give him a hell of a tip and book another session with him in a few weeks. You take his card and twirl it around your fingers as you sit in your car. Joel Miller- Licensed Massage Therapist- Austin, TX. It was going to be a long hard few weeks without seeing him, but you had some ideas on how to keep yourself, and that dull ache in the pit of your stomach occupied, and every single one of them included thinking about Joel Miller and his fingers.

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hmshermitcraft · 7 months

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Etho isn't fae. Like actually, no tricks or puzzles or anything, he's a human guy just trying to get through this semester. Unfortunately his college is by The Woods and fae hunters and paranormal experts keep trying to Track Him Down or something. He can't get any peace!!

So no, he's not fae, what he is, is autistic and homeless. So all the strange social rules that fae follow and adhere to and the "lurking in the woods past any time people should be out" are explained with supernatural bullshit and not explained with the failure of the economic system and disability. He's got some weird texture stuff too, wind on his skin feels like knives and pins and needles so he wears a mask and covers up even when it's hot just to avoid the hell that is Air Movement.

He's currently squatting in an old abandoned bomb shelter from the ww2 days in the woods behind campus, he showers at the gym and eats for free with his meal voucher, it's honestly not too terrible. Yes the temperature control is shit but he'd rather be here than in a shelter somewhere, another failure of society he thinks.

Anyway, one day he's followed "home". The man's got a camera and is hell bent on "exposing the fae of the woods" or whatever. Etho didn't realize he was being followed, the man was sneaky and Etho had been on the edge of completely melting down for about 6 hours so he didn't think to check his back.

Bdubs kicks down the door to the shelter, not finding something unknown to the human eye and instead finding Etho, sat on the ratty couch that came with the place, shoveling plain crackers down his gullet by the light of a battery powered camping lamp.

Bdubs screams, Etho screams, Bdubs tries to run and instead smacks face first into the concrete doorframe, Etho laughs at him, they make introductions over a bloody nose and stale crackers, bdubs puts the camera away.

"what do you know about the fae of the woods?" Bdubs asks after a minute

"I am the fae of the woods, people are more comfortable with the thought of a supernatural being than the crisis of homelessness"

"dude."

Bdubs starts visiting after that, they explore the deeper areas of the bunker with a flashlight more powerful than Etho's lamp, he's stayed in the main room this whole time so the inner areas of his house are unknown to both of them. Bdubs can't solve Etho's problems but he can keep him company and bring him apple juice and a new pillow.

Bdubs clears his name at school too, saying that the "fae" was just a hungry raccoon or something. Without the rumors floating around school gets better and he and Bdubs get closer over the summer.

Junior year Bdubs gets a double with someone who dropped out the first week, it's already paid for and nobody else is gonna use it so Etho moves in. Bdubs gets him a bedspread and toiletries and even a stuffed bear full of beans, the weight is nice after a long day. With a stable housing situation Etho is able to get a job on campus, they go shopping together and Bdubs calls it a date more than once. Etho, now equipped with comfortable clothes, climate control and lots of feelings about his friend, asks Bdubs if he wants to go to Panera bread with him, as a date. You know, like boyfriends would.

They push their beds together a few months later and by graduation they move into a little apartment. Being the Fae of the Woods was horrible but it did end up getting Etho his husband, so. Upsides, y'know?

-s (who is so sick and tired of being Othered and seen and something to be avoided cause of disability. i'm projecting, can u tell?)

Bdubs likes to joke that he did expose the Fae of the woods... Just as a big softie that blushes every time Bdubs holds his hands! Etho whacks him, before hiding his face in Bdubs' shoulder like that'll save him.

There was a point that Etho didn't think he'd have his own space to decorate - nevermind somebody to share it with. Now, he can make it perfect. Acoustic cork panels on the walls, a weighted blanket at the bottom of the bed. Temperature that he's able to control! And surrounded by all of Bdubs' plants, and Bdubs himself. He doesn't think he could ask for anything more.

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #ask #bdoubleo tag #etho tag #ethubs #ethdubs #s anon #mod 🎀#weekly theme: fae #ableism tw

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patchedrabbit · 10 months

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Pairing: Gregor Samsa (Limbus Company)/Fixer!Reader Warnings: Emetophobia Commissioned by @wizardofwoof Previous | Next

Gregor’s dreaming was always restless, troubled, agitated.

Usually plagued with nightmares, he thought he’d get used to it at some point. That point never came. In fact, it just made him more uneasy when his dreams weren’t horrific in nature.

Like this one. Too good to be true, the warmth holding him tightly and telling him everything he ever wanted to hear. How his work was finally done, how many people he saved and how he could rest. How he was loved, and how he could rest. To settle down with that Fixer from the Zwei, someplace far away from the City — such a place had to exist, didn’t it?

He doesn’t respond much in his dream, in the sense that he brought not much to the conversation. He did speak a lot, in quiet I love yous as he shivered in the embrace.

Dreams like that made him uneasy. But when he awoke, with everything ripped from him, he nearly ripped himself apart with it.

He lay in bed for a while, not doing anything, slowly catching his breath. Eventually, slowly, he forced himself from the not-comforting-enough sheets and trailed along the walls of Mephistopheles to meet up with the other Sinners.

“Vergil~ Ver… c’mon, don’t you think you owe us a little stop?”

Red pierced the dull light filtering through the bus windows, causing Gregor to squint and grumble under his breath. Rodion causing problems already? “I’m not sure what makes you think I owe you anything. Need I remind you that you work for the Company? You take on whatever I tell you to, with no complaints.” The manager’s ticking sped up as Dante tried to calm their boss. The Color placed a hand on their shoulder as he stepped away, instead opting to converse with Charon (but not before ordering them to get their Sinners under control with a huff.)

“Any number of places… ah, what were they… South Section 1? …3? 6?” “EAT,” Ryoshu spoke pointedly, once again not being clear with her intentions, despite how confident she sounded. And, as he usually does, Sinclair was the one to pipe up to elaborate on her odd acronyms. “I… think that means ‘Everything Already Told.’ Something like all of the above, right?” As if affirming Sinclair’s assumption, Ryoshu flicked her cigarette out the window and turned to face the group. “The areas listed belong to that of the Zwei Association,” she explained with a smirk, “the last group of Fixers we worked with.” With a nod, Dante turned their attention to Rodion again. <What do you want with them?>

Rodion glanced at Gregor from the corner of her eye, and instantly he felt hot. She wasn’t trying to set him up, was she? “I’m pretty sure one of them pocketed my chicken voucher off me… you don’t want to start paying for my meals now, do you? We’ll be in and out, I promise!”

What a load of shit, Gregor held back the spiteful phrase as he bit his lip and waited in his seat. It took quite a bit of asking from Dante (and quite a bit of translating from Faust), but eventually, Vergilius gave in on the pretense that he really didn’t want to spend more money than he had to on the Sinners — and, they argued, their money was his money. So they were going to find the Zwei Association, wherever they were.

The first stop was the 3rd South Section. Or was the ‘3’ part of the title, and not a method of categorizing? Such useless questions bounced around inside Gregor’s head, distracting him from the growing pit in his stomach that Rodion was slowly digging deeper. “You owe me for this.” “No, I don’t… I didn’t ask for it either.” “But you know it’s for the best, don’t you?” “...I didn’t say that.” Despite averting his gaze, he can still hear the woman stifle a chuckle, informing him that he was still as poor an actor as he ever was.

When Dante came to a stop and Faust began speaking in their place, it was clear to the rest of the Sinners that there was some sort of negotiation taking place. Rodion even sneaked to their sides to continue spreading her web of lies, leaving her friend to hope she wouldn’t cause more trouble.

Though, if she had gone through that much trouble, he should at least follow through on what he had said that night. Slipping past the crowds and into the office, he squinted his eyes as he searched and even began calling out one name in particular. Eventually, he saw a hand raised, and before it had even dawned on him, he was rushing to the spot with his heart pounding in his ears.

You had returned only moments ago from an individual mission, unloading your weapons and other necessities from your aching back. You laugh, amused at seeing the same brunet consecutively every other week, but you didn’t mind. The first meeting was a welcome one, after all, and your feelings remained genuine.

“I- I need… to tell you something,” he spoke through labored breaths, clearly having sprinted to your spot. “Shoot!” “Uh… I don’t think- not here, is there any chance I can pull you away for a minute?” The interaction seemed increasingly awkward, which only made you feel more worried about him. What could possibly have gotten him so riled up? How naive you must be.

Regardless, you agree, and just barely mention to get away from the eyes of the Company and the Association managers. You can’t tell if he’s averting his eyes due to the lowering sun, the light dancing on his face, though the words heavy on his tongue are all too obvious to himself.

“I love you,” Gregor says.

“Huh?” “The mission, the other day… I said ‘I love you.’ You didn’t hear me.” Your eyes widen as you’re shot with an almost cartoonish flashback. “Oh… oh, hah. Haha. You see, what’s funny is I did hear that, but I thought I made it up…” The soldier’s shoulders slumped, seeming to take the response as a negative. “Me too,” you add. It was his turn to respond, “Huh,” with the most dumbfounded look.

“I guess ‘I love you too’ would’ve worked better- sorry for the confusion!” He continues staring at you, not really registering the phrase. You grab the insectoid arm again, appreciating the texture once more.

Wordlessly, he grabs onto your other hand and just stares into the interlocking of your fingers.

“This’ll be convoluted, won’t it… promise you’ll visit more?” You question with a tilt of your head.

“Promise.” He opens his mouth again to add more but suddenly jerks free from your grasp as a round-up is called, causing his hair to frizz up. “Guess Rodion’s problem was solved…” “See you, Gregor Samsa.”

The look he gives you has the innocence of a newly formed butterfly.

“See you.”

#gregor samsa #x reader #reader insert #male reader #rodion lcb #rodion limbus company #dante limbus company #dante lcb #vergilius #ryoshu #sinclair #limbus company #thank you for comming me!

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notallfay · 10 months

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My UK sunflower hidden disabilities lanyard saved my arse so much. That if you are in the UK, and end up travelling abroad I can't recommend getting one enough. Like even if your disability is more obvious, get one anyway.

Like it's been that vital to me, that I hope other countries adopt it. So their disabled people can get the help they need too.

I've travelled through Amsterdam whilst they've been having a storm of the century that has basically killed people, and I got stuck in Amsterdam. It's been absolutely chaotic. A nightmare.

When we landed, instead of been given a hotel voucher. We were given an A4 sheet of paper, and we're told to sort it ourselves and we will get refunded later. Because they're full at the airport. Getting there was also our problem. They're finished for the day see you at 6am. I panicked. An an elderly British couple were very "helpful" in telling me to "just calm down". I could have cried.

I showed the woman handing the papers out my sunflower lanyard, and explained I simply couldn't do it, because of my disabilities. She said I recognise the sunflowers, and put me through the help desk to get help. Which the woman there also recognising the sunflower lanyard fixed as much as she could for me.

Which in the end has meant the difference between staying at the Hilton, or trying sleeping in the airport with a lot of other stranded people with not even a blanket, because they're all gone. With very "helpfully spaced" seating so you basically can't lay down. (Honestly any actual bed would have done, but this was what was left)

There's been other problems too, but the only way some of the staff helped me. Was because they recognised my lanyard. Other British people with the lanyard also ended up getting more help, because they had it too.

Honestly get one. If you can afford the fancier one that lists your disabilities and needs. Then do it. But even the free one you will find helpful.

Honestly I really hope it becomes an international thing, since it is recognised internationally now.

#disabled #disabilties #disablity #Disablity pride month #Sunflower lanyard #hidden disability #actually disabled #Storm Poly

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tea-with-barbatos · 5 months

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ULTIMATE GUIDE TO PLAYING OBEY ME: NIGHTBRINGER FOR FREE! - SECTION 2 - HOW TO GET DEVIL POINTS!

Glorious devil points. A bane. A burden. A blessing. More desired than Asmodeus himself. But unlike Asmo’s level of beauty, having bountiful devil points (dp) is possible for everyone. There's several ways to acquire them for free that I’ll explain for you. For free.

✅ Method 1 - Daily Tasks

Every day you can earn 18 dp by simply playing the game. Daily tasks are your best friend. Swiping left on the home screen will bring up the menu. Do your absolute best to complete these tasks until you fill up the top bar every day. It will add up SO fast. You have 24hrs to do them all so take your time. You’ll soon develop a routine for getting them done and it won't feel tedious.

✅ Method 2 - Fight for S-Rank and Full Combos!

Now to the nitty gritty. Completing battles will give you guaranteed dp. Achieving S rank in any battle for the first time will give you +2dp (or more). Make sure to go back and collect this first time bonuses on previously cleared battles when you can. They add up quickly.

Achieving a full combo for the first time in boss battles will give you +3dp on regular mode and +5dp on hard. Getting a full combo on any extreme song will net you +7dp. These are your best bet for getting a lot of dp quickly. It does require skill but with practice you'll find full combos easy in no time. Keep trying. Never give up!

✅ Method 3 - Milking the Events

If you have caught up on lessons in regular and hard mode, go back and complete any S rank or full combos you have yet to achieve. If not, then events have your back. There's a new one every 2 weeks. These events feature 6 new extreme songs, 1 regular boss battle, and 6 hard boss battles that give full combo dps. That's 13 opportunities! That's not counting all the S rank bonuses you'll get doing them too. (Visual guide to which battles give dp below).

You can also use lonely devil to go back and complete these in previous events if you haven't already too!

Participating in events will net you dp as rewards as well. Make sure to play Them every day. You'll also get demon vouchers that save you dp too.

Achievements give dp. Login bonuses give dp. Consistency gives dp. Be patient and save your dp where you can. Avoid spending it on things that aren't congrats sets or the gacha unless you're grinding an event for a UR.

❌ Method 4 - Pay to Win

You can also buy devil points. I'm not recommending you do, but I'll give you advice in case you do want to. Be careful not to spend money you don't have or will need though! Lucifer will cry if you do that.

When there's an event, there is a super hell sale. You will get more bang for your buck with this. It's best to buy when there's bonus points to be had. These sales will offer regular prices but give you more dp than usual. For example, instead of £80 for 1,200 dp it'll be £80 for 1,500 dp. (Yes. I'm British. Tragic, I know. The currency and prices depend on your region. This is an example.) You can see how these sales are ‘worth’ it. They are limited though so you may only be able to buy 1 at this price.

There's also one time first buyers deal packs available too. Once they're gone, they're gone though.

VIP subscription to the game gives you a whole host of benefits. Read up on them in game if you're interested. But once a month you'll receive 160 dp, as well as the chance to buy 2 other dp packs for VIPs only. These give you 84 dp + 3 dv if you buy them. They are exclusive. In total the sub + 2 packs cost me £16 a month for 244 dp total. A pack of 240 dp costs £20 normally.

That doesn't factor in all the other benefits VIP provides. It's very cost effective if logging in daily. VIP logins also give dp.

That's all the advice I can give on P2W. Just don't do it, really. Unless you're rich rich. (I am not rich rich btw. Please do not eat me. I'm a normal person. I just love Barbatos way too much to make good financial decisions.)

LINK TO SECTION THREE - GET GRIMM QUICK SCHEMES (LEGIT! NOT CLICKBAIT!)

LINK TO MASTERPOST

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ewesless · 2 months

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Barbatos Costumes: The Good, The Bat

Okay! The Good, the Bat and the Ugly is a go!

Demon form! 10/10 My favorite Demon form and in my not at ALL humble opinion his is the most unique and interesting. That 300 raven was a total pain and took over a year to save up because of emergency vouchers. Silly beginner me had the lofty goal of getting everyone's Akuzon costumes when I started the game.

Continues at length under there

I wasn't into the ruffles, initially, but over time I've come to adore them. I hate drawing this costume. He's so freaking pretty 😫 His design is so stylish! I thought his spooky little horns resemble fossilized wings (Which are totally not like Handia's lol) and that made me wonder if he is much older than the others (lol yes) or if he has ancient Demon features. His long tail evokes amphibian and serpent and is a fresh twist on the traditional forked tail. On that subject I have never had the chance to hold an amphibian, so would his tail be super smooth, warm and slick like...the interior of the mouth or more like a cold, wet puppy nose? Lukewarm? I wonder if due to its nature that he has a special beauty routine/hygiene for his tail or if there is a degree of self cleansing. Does the "glistening sheen" have any rumors of psychedelic or magic effects? Does it get drippy?

Dame It's OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAND it just needs a nice tight corset! Dame opportunity, heh

Goth Card already discussed, but it's a solid 1000/100

Arabian Look 8.5/10

Already discussed, but GOD. He is practically naked, the Barbie toes, the shoulders, the fingerless opera length gloves, THAT WAIST AND LOW CUT TOP. The pashmina bulking out his hips in that weird bow and dragging around on the ground subtracted points.

Bonus Harem Butler. H0mos3xual hedonism unquestionably happened after this photo and Demonus was finished 😏

Animal Look 8/10

This was the first costume I could unlock for him! I love it! I love anything that gives him the illusion of an hourglass figure. The outfit looks so soft and cute and his big ol' adorable ears having cute fluffs is one time I'm not a stickler about accuracy. It would have an 9/10 (by Obey Me standards) but those high heel sneakers pain me so much. His tail being under his coat made him immune during Tail Thieves even if he was a target. But it also hides his long r-a-t like tail lmao Otherwise it's a Turn around~ Turn your ass back around~ I like his little hip peek. On his sprite his nails are unpainted, but in the chat art his nails are.

Happy Devil Day 2022 7.5/10

THIS is Ruffle Maxxing. It's an unusual color choice for him, but he rocks it. The big bow kind of detracts from it, but I adore stars.

Most Beautiful of Baby Girls

Vampire Hunter 7/10

Already discussed, but he should be a Magical Girl. He loves Burgundy, but rarely gets to wear it so I know he jumped on the opportunity with both feet. His ruffles and nipped in vest are 💖

Human World 7/10

Not a lot to say, I dig the contrasting soles!

Yokai 7/10

I wonder if Levi feels even more inadequate. 🤔Barbatos's serpent tail is THICK.

HDD 2021 Card Version 8.5/10

I love the card version SO MUCH. It's beautiful! I love his hands with Diavolo's. I hope they danced until they were dizzy and laughing their tipsy/drunk butts off

Baby Girl, Baby 😢 I wonder why his tail is so bright though? Surely that a specific meaning?

Part 2 next!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos

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lacomandante · 4 months

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im sure you explained it somewhere, but how did you end up getting the chance to stay and work with assumpta? that is just amazing!

It's a really weird story, but I made a post (I forget which site it was, maybe insta) about how much I liked Teresa and the Sharpe series, and Assumpta's husband, Scott, ended up finding it LOL. He was really kind and sent me her email to reach out to her...which took me about 8 months to write (and Sam of course edited the email so I wouldn't sound cringe :P). Assumpta got it and from there added me and followed me and naturally I was freaking out LOL. I would always be so nervous and have no idea what to say, or if what I wanted to send was fine (and it literally was completely normal I was just freaking out over getting the chance to talk to her LOL). She wanted to meet for coffee when I came to Spain, we planned for it in the spring of 2020.

Which...did not happen. It wasn't until last year I got to go. I had been saving up since 2018 so that was like 5 years of waiting. Since 2018 though I had been collecting a lot of her films because I was rping Teresa (this is technically an rp blog for those who've recently followed me and don't know LOL). I wanted to find new films for icons, and I was learning Spanish, so it was really helpful and immersive for me. So that's how I started collecting her really hard to find films. I sent a few to her and she hadn't seen them since they premiered in the 90's, and she was so happy I made it my goal to find as many as I could!

Over the years she kept asking me when I was coming, and my voucher for my airline ticket was expiring soon, so Sam and I made plans to go in spring of 2023 :) The offer of coffee changed to dinner at their place. I ended up giving her a big hard drive of all the films I had found (and other gifts), in chronological order, which amounted to like, 80+ films and television shows, from 1976-1995. Instead of shock, she held the checklist I made for her and noticed the one's that were missing. She was like "Oh, I have that one. And that one. And that one too." They led me to their bedroom office and to a giant treasure trove of shelves filled with nothing but boxes and boxes full of her works, her call sheets, headshots, etc, soooo much stuff. It turns out she really did have those missing films, but they're in formats that are so old now there's not many places that can convert them into a watchable format :(

But there was so much to go through, and we had dinner with them twice, that they offered to let me come back in the fall of 2023 to organize and archive a lot of it, so that's what I did! I was there for about two and a half weeks in their apartment, working day and night essentially to try and organize and scan things. But with film negatives and slides it's difficult to get the technology to digitalize those things, so it was a slow process. But yeah! It was really fun, even though we were working most of the time (she's a super busy person) we got to go out and do things and have a lot of fun. I'm going back in the spring to help out some more cuz there's still so much work to do!

I just think it's very funny to see my transition from "omggg she's FOLLOWING ME she called me a FRIEND!" to "we have a groupchat and i am completely normal about it now and we work together" LOL.

#;letters #(anyways sorry that was so long winded i tried to keep it short)#(it's a very surreal experience.....sometimes being a fan pays off LOL)#(so now i know assumpta and jason and daragh and john tams and scott. they are so nice)

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arkiwii · 7 months

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user meeblo made me want to do a nostalgia trip through my first operators and the context I got them, if anyone cares! and its pretty funny i swear because you can see my eternal struggle to get just one non rare operator (im cursed)

under the cut because mass posting of screenshots from my game

I remember I joined just after Ideal City concluded, so I never got the occasion to get Gavial alter, F

But the joint operation banner for CC #10 was here! and many liberi operators available in it, so i pulled so much

seems like dobermann was my first pull, which i remember being happy with because i was convinced she was a rare/strong operator since she was in the main scenario... well i ended up barely using her

Exusiai was my first 6-stars from that guaranteed banner, and Quercus my first 5-stars from standard pool 81! I really wanted Mudrock at the time, but I was too focused on getting the birds out of the CC#10 banner

La Pluma my BELOVED, i got her on the CC#10 banner and she carried me through the entire game, and also was my second E2, she's amazing

a bit more of 5-stars history, Ayerscape soon followed and was my main too for a while - then I realized around a week after I started the game that I had vouchers (i am so oblivious), and got Projekt Red and Silence from them! I literally started the game for these two, AND Aciddrop that I rolled not long after, so I was really happy about it! and shout-out to Mr.Nothing who showed up on the CC#10 banner

Finally, some 6-stars!

So, a fun story. you see how La Pluma, Mr. Nothing, Passenger and Mulberry have a ton of potential? Well. It's because the banner was about to end and I REALLY wanted Magallan. so, yeah. i whaled a bit. never pulled Magallan. Passenger showed up so many times I still can't believe it

Also got Carnelian - and we can see the first side stories I did, in the heart of a surging flame was the first because I've been told that Ceylon was a BIRD

Here it starts to be funny

I pulled Blaze and Fiammetta so randomly as off-banners, then on a standard banner, I got Phantom and Aak (off-banner) on my first 10 pulls

Dossoles Holidays event rerun, we can see I was farming CC at that time since I got Erato and Bibeak, then Dorothy Vision happened, from which I pulled Ptilopsis, I really wanted her!

Saga is here because my biggest struggle when I started was with Vanguards. I only used Texas and Courrier, and it was awful - a friend recommended me to pull Saga because she was a very good Vanguard, and she arrived, glad she did! I still use her today

Now. Now we go into the funny.

I rolled Mlynar out of boredome in like 13 pulls because "apparently he's strong so why not" (never used him), Conviction from April's fool, and now, we go into the problem.

LAPPLAND.

At that time I was around chapter 5-6? and there was a lot of those explosive slugs, ice slugs and stuff. I NEEDED Lappland, I kept borrowing her as a support unit. And good for me, she got a banner, with Ifrit and Weedy! So I pulled

I got both Ifrit and Weedy, then TWO off banners, Archetto and Hoshiguma, before I got Lappland. She took me 100 goddamn pulls to get her. I hate you Lappland

Then my first top operator tag with Saria! i was in italy at the time. italian saria. then Nearl Light rerun

Now the enter the second funny and it's worse than Lappland.

smiles.

TOTTER.

Yes. A 4-stars. With 50% rate to drop.

See Ch'en, Stainless and Goldenglow? I pulled these 3 BEFORE TOTTER. JUST. HOW. I must have slapped 100 rolls too for him, for just a 4-stars. i am cursed i told you.

Flametail is very funny. Her banner was up and I was like "well, i pretty much like her, and i wouldn't say no to another vanguard, but im afraid i wont pull her, and im trying to save..."

Then i got her FIRST PULL? she wanted me

i screamed and shaked irl

THEN I rolled for Ashlock because if i get Flametail I HAD to get Ashley. do not separate them

Got Irene on her banner with Ceobe as well, really glad I did I really loved her and using her in IS3!

With the thank you celebration i decided to put an end to my failed Magallan hunt on CC#10 banner and directly bought her from the 6-stars voucher

Texalter and Penance I got on Il Siracusano banner because. yeah. i didn't really wanted them but cool i guess

Break the Ice rerun, I rolled like hell for Gnosis (BIRD), then got a senior operator tag with Elysium, directly followed by a top operator tag with Hellagur! then CC#11 happened and I rolled Fartooth in my first 10 rolls

Once again rolled very hard for Skadi and got her!! Mayer appeared on the next banner :]

Then What the Firelast Cast while I was visiting a friend. this friend saw me going through all stages of grief trying to roll Reedalter and getting Pozy and Mudrock instead, but finally got them...

I got Schwarz from that one banner with a guaranteed 6-stars you don't have, was secretly hoping for Mostima

Justice Knight 👏 DROPPED completing my Pinus Sylvestris gang

3.5 anniversary and I bought the one voucher that guaranteed either Dorothy, Surtr or Silverash, and got Dorothy, woo! I got Chongyue while trying to get Firewhistle potentials

And finally my last hunt with Cantabile, in like 140~ rolls, where I pulled a dupe Blaze and Irene, but I got Reed so that's a W

And Mostima, I'm glad she showed so soon because i was TIRED

I can finally save for Lone Trail now! I have about 100 rolls saved in one month without any pulls (except the free ones), so goal to 300 rolls before the event starts!

That's all, that's my funny little history in Arknights!

In conclusion, fuck Lappland, Totter and Cantabile, they're not invited to my birthday party

#arknights #long post #uhhh #dances away

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fanficshiddles · 2 years

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Out Of The Darkness, Chapter 3

Later on, during Grace’s second full day at the Avengers base, she found a gift bag outside her bedroom door.

She couldn’t help but smile a bit when she saw Tony further down the corridor, scrubbing the walls to try and get rid of the arrows Loki had painted. He was cursing under his breath and muttering lots.

Grace took the bag inside her room and sat down to open it. There was a brand new iPhone, along with a pair of noise cancelling headphones. There was an amazon gift voucher worth $300 and a voucher for $500 for an online clothes shop. There was a Spotify account set up on the iPhone too.

‘Jesus.’ Grace exclaimed, then she noticed a note.

Just something to help you get started with finding who you are. Plus, I thought the headphones might come in handy so you can feel secure whenever you need, knowing no noise will get through your music. – Loki

Grace’s heart melted at how sweet he was, it was so kind of him she couldn’t quite believe it. It brought tears to her eyes.

She went to the kitchen and found everyone there, Tony was washing his hands. Loki was leaning against the counter talking with Thor, looking utterly bored. But he looked over and smiled when he saw Grace enter the room.

‘Hey… Just wanted to say a big thank you for the gifts. It’s really appreciated, though far too much.’ She said shyly to Loki.

‘You’re welcome.’ Loki grinned and bowed his head slightly. ‘If it helps you start to find your way, that’s all that matters.’

Grace smiled. ‘Thank you.’

Grace then grabbed a drink and headed back to her room to go and set up her phone, then to see what sort of clothes stood out to her more. She was excited at the thought of buying what she wanted. She could wear whatever she wanted to wear.

The team all glared at Loki, he looked around and put his hands out to the side. ‘What?’

‘You claimed all that gifts was from yourself?’ Steve asked.

Loki shrugged. ‘It was all my idea.’

‘It was MY money!’ Tony snapped at him.

‘But it was my idea.’ Loki repeated. ‘Besides, none of you have bothered to try and spend some time with her to get to know her yet.’

‘It’s only been forty-eight hours, Loki.’ Wanda chastised.

‘Exactly. More than enough time to make an effort.’ Loki hissed at her, then strutted out of the room. Leaving the team shaking their heads and rolling their eyes.

The following day, Grace was feeling a little more confident so put her headphones on and headed out of her room. She felt like she had been able to decide roughly what her favourite kind of music was already, and it gave her great comfort to know if Kilgrave broke in and sneaked up on her she wouldn’t hear his commands. So she decided to have a wander around the base, get to know the place more.

After wandering around for god knows how long, she came across the large training hall. Natasha and Thor were in there training. She didn’t want to disturb them, so was about to just move on but she almost walked head first into Clint.

‘Oh, sorry… Hi.’ She quickly removed her headphones.

‘Hey, that’s alright. You settling in ok, kid?’

‘Getting there…’ Grace nodded.

‘You heading in?’ Clint nodded to the training hall.

‘No, no… I don’t want to disturb them.’

‘It’s ok, I’m just away to go in. You’re welcome to watch if you’d like, can be quite amusing sometimes. Tony is on his way and he can get very competitive.’ Clint chuckled.

‘Maybe next time. I’m just exploring, trying to get my bearings better. Save Loki from graffitiing any more of Tony’s walls.’

Clint laughed and nodded. ‘That’s a good point. Listen, I know that Loki seems to have taken a bit of a shine to you, which doesn’t happen often. Many people have their doubts about him, but we all have risky pasts. He’s a good guy, proved himself worthy these last few years being with us. What I am trying to say, is don’t be put off by his intimidating presence or how others see or think of him.’

Grace shook her head and smiled. ‘He’s been nothing but kind to me so far, so I don’t have any reason to think badly of him. You all have been really kind and accommodating. I really do appreciate it.’

‘Anything you need, just ask.’ Clint said as he headed on in to train.

Grace thanked him again, then put her headphones back on and continued looking around. She ended up back at the large window looking out to the overgrown back garden.

She was just looking out and taking it all in, when suddenly small green sparks, like mini fireworks, came into view on front of her. She looked to her left and smiled when she saw Loki, giving her a little wave.

Grace slipped her headphones down around her neck. ‘Hey… Nice sparks.’

‘I thought that was the best way to get your attention without sneaking up on you.’ He chuckled.

‘Thanks.’ She smiled.

‘Looking at the garden again, huh?’ He moved beside her and looked out.

‘Yeah… It’s a shame it’s gone to waste.’

‘Do you want to go out and take a look around?’ Loki asked.

‘Oh… Uhm… Kind of, but… you know… outside.’ She said quietly and looked down.

‘There is a security fence around the perimeter, but I understand it being a bit scarier to go out. I’ll go with you though, if you wish?’ He offered.

‘I don’t want to be a bother, you’ve done so much for me already, I’m sure you’ve got more important things to be doing than babysitting me.’ She said sheepishly.

Loki shrugged. ‘Not babysitting, just showing you around. Besides, I was just heading to train, but let’s be honest.’ Loki held his arms out to the side and a cocky grin formed on his face. ‘I don’t need to train, unlike the others.’

Grace laughed at that. She looked out the window for a moment, then looked up at Loki, who was just patiently waiting for her to decide.

‘Alright then... It would be nice to go outside. Thanks.’

The two of them made their way outside, Loki could tell that Grace was nervous, it was only natural. But when they went round the back and began looking through the garden, she started to relax.

‘This place has so much potential.’ Grace said as they fought their way through the garden, pushing back some overgrown shrubs.

‘It does.’ Loki hummed in agreement. ‘It was rather nice before it was abandoned.’

‘I thought Tony was rich, so why not get new gardeners?’ Grace asked.

Loki shrugged. ‘He just never got round to it, I don’t think he fusses much about what the back of the place looks like. He wasn’t fond of the healthy food coming from here anyway, he prefers ridiculously fattening takeaways all the time instead of a healthy meal. Bruce used to make up great dishes from the vegetables grown here.’

‘It sounds wonderful.’ Grace said, wishing she had seen it when it was in its glory.

‘My parents used to have an amazing garden.’ Grace’s voice was slightly shaky as she spoke. ‘When I was young and growing up, I was always out in the garden with them. Vegetables, flowers, fruit trees. It was a safe haven, from bullies at school, high school especially.’

‘What sort of vegetables did they grow?’ Loki queried.

‘Anything and everything.’ Grace sighed fondly. ‘Something different each year.’ But then she shook her head and tried to blink away tears that were welling up in her eyes. ‘Until I… ruined it all.’

Loki stopped walking and turned to face her, frowning.

‘Grace, I know it will take time, it’s only been a few days. But you did not do anything wrong. And we are all going to tell you that every single day until you believe it yourself.’ He said firmly.

Grace looked down nervously.

‘He just… he’s still here, in my mind.’

‘I know, and he won’t go away quickly.’ Loki said softly. ‘I do need to warn you though, that in a few days’ time the team are going to start asking questions, questions you probably don’t want to answer. Ones that will make you have to think back and re-live some of it. But it’s to try and help, to figure out how we can catch him and take him down.’

‘I guessed that would happen soon enough.’ Grace nodded as she continued walking, Loki followed alongside her.

‘There’s still some flowers growing, look.’ Grace pointed to a patch of flowers growing in amongst some crazy tall weeds.

‘Plants have adapted over the years to be able to survive through some incredibly harsh conditions. But it’s amazing what beauty can be found amongst an abandoned mess.’ Loki walked a little away, to a rose bush that was growing like mental behind an old statue, and plucked a pink rose from it, he flicked the thorns off and then walked back over to Grace.

‘But once found, and with the right care and support, it can grow into something wonderful.’ He smiled and handed her the rose, making her blush a little as she smiled.

#Tom Hiddleston #Loki #fluffy Loki #soft Loki #Loki x ofc #fan fiction #out of the darkness

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lilyblackdrawside · 1 year

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IS2 Squad reviews

As the title says. This is from the perspective of normal mode. I have played hard mode a bunch, but didn’t have much fun with it. Enemies getting more defense across the board makes my snipers sad. In normal mode, I’ve cleared every boss with every squad, except for Playwright with Spearhead, but I think that’s fine, so let’s go.

This one is quite solid. It's a good pick for whenever a new patch comes around, introducing new stages and such so you can have some leeway in your approach. But even outside of that, getting an extra 4 shields (5 total with Caliginous Insights) should be seen as a resource more than a safety net. Being able to just leak 5 enemies can substitute for a lack of Vanguards or allow you to just ignore entire lanes (Red Mist right lane) or a whole event stage (The one with the four named knights).

This one will either do nothing (usually) or save your run (rarely). Collectibles that increase squad size are fairly common, ones that increase deployment limit a little less so, but you can make do without any of them if need be. Though if you get the Cautious stage effect without any DL increases it does get a bit annoying. You can play into this squad by going more for picking extra operators instead of promoting them, which makes the early game more stable. More than anything, this squad has shown me that you can be fine without any actual squad benefits. It's fine. This is one of the squads that's just fine.

This one's good. 2 extra hope lets you get way with some risky 6-star picks like an early Skalter (who is always tempting but will absolutely do nothing for you when all you have is Skalter, a Reserve Vanguard and Steward. Not even Steward will save you at that point.) and 20 extra ingots make the guaranteed first shop even better. The shop is always good, if you have the money for it, since it's the main source of the Hands and Contract-type collectibles, which can be very swingy. You'll be happy about picking this one when the shop has Spinach, Hand of Diffusion, a Caster Voucher and the Caster promotion book waiting for you.

I like the idea of this one. It should be right up my alley. Sacrificing life to be stronger, what's better than that? In reality, there are a lot of events where I like to give up life points for other things and outside of events that force lifepoints onto you or randomly gained collectibles that give them, I will never put resources into increasing my total. On top of that, a 15% increase to hp and atk turns out to not necessarilly be significant in this mode, where there are countless other ways to increase both.

Going to pass over the Tactical X Operative squads for now.

Research Squad does nothing. Next.

...

Okay, so this one probably has some potential. I never bothered charting out a Command Exp curve or something and doing so could potentially give an idea of how this squad can pull the level-ups ahead a bit, but at the end of the day I don't think this one does anything that other squads do better. It gives you Squad Size and Hope earlier, you might get one extra level in total, but by the end of a run you usually have well enough Hope and have already reached all the levels that give extra Squad Size so the final few aren't meaningful.

Getting Squad Size earlier also tends to not be meaningful, since you won't have enough operators to even fill those slots.

2 Life points are nice.

I think it's alright. There are a lot of good 4-stars, but also just as many duds. For every Haze you'll get a Pudding, that's just life.

But I also always go for the rightmost option in the initial recruitment plan, where you get 3 random tickets, one of which will always give you a random, free 4-star operator. With this you get 2 and you can get through the first couple stages with that, so you're free to go for some risky picks, like the aforementioned early Skalter. I've generally had good experiences with it.

Okay now we'll do the promotion squads. They're easily the most consistent ones overall, by giving you a big boost to consistency and early power and they're very easy picks.

Somehow, I find Guards or Vanguards to be only very specifically useful. Neither of them are a type that I'll pick many of, usually only one each, depending on the route. (or none for Vanguards).

If I go for the regular ending with just Lucian, then the only Guard I'll pick will be La Pluma, with any extra Guard Vouchers either going into 0-costs if I want to save on hope or whatever Guard may be fun with the collectibles I have. BSL I also grab Mousse, for Playwright I pick Cutter and that's it. Vanguards I'll take either Elysium or Myrtle and be done with it. This might just be entirely on me, but I don't find these classes worth massing to the point that this squad pays for itself, particularly since I don't use any of their 6-stars in this mode.

But even so, it's probably a good pick because getting an immediate E2 La Pluma just carries the first two floors.

There are a lot of good Defenders that I don't regularly pick and there are a couple of good Supporters that I always pick.

I only don't get Skalter if the game won't let me, I want to have Pramanix on any run that goes through Lucian, Gnosis is amazing with the introduction of the cc-duration collectibles, Deepcolor can carry you through the first floor (though she does that at E1 too).

Ashlock really makes the absurd Defender-offense collectibles work, Mudrock is amazing in this mode in every aspect, Liskarm has some applications, but I tend to just not get them. Out of these, Ashlock is the one I pick the most, because she's not a 6-star and is a pseudo-ranged unit on a melee tile.

Long story short, this one gets you a lot of value.

Snipers are so good, that they didn't get paired with another class in their auto-promote squad.

Unless you're going for BSL you can just stuff your squad with them, they'll always be good, a lot of them work really well with generic collectibles and the Sniper-spefic ones are amazing.

If you are going for BSL then you can easily get by with none or just May. May is really good. Always pick May.

Apparently there's a secret class called "Medic", of which you may or may not want one for BSL, heard her name is Ptilopsis. I wouldn't know anything about that, since I'm subscribed to Skalter's radio station and get my sustain that way. That, or through certain collectibles and the operators that mainly take damage for me just have self-sustain anyway.

Now this one I like a lot. Not for practicality, not at all, but because Specialists and Casters just have the most funny tools, with a lot of them locked behind being E2.

This one really is absolutely up to preference. I think it brings the most numerical value, since the operators I pick for it tend to be 6-stars, but both classes are actually really strong in IS2.

The Merchants are extremely powerful and them being at E2 and having their module to not totally kill passive DP-generation is great, Shifters are generally handy for their flexibility and there are a bunch of stages that reward you having some, Trapmasters are really good, Frost can enable kills on Duck Lord and Gopnik all by herself, Stalkers also work well since they benefit from some funny collectibles, and so on.

I like to pick these classes because they’re funny.

#arknights #long post

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So...I spent two hours with a total stranger today (sorta long story? I guess?).

This lady came in today with a voucher to get some clothes and whatnot, and there was a lot of confusion about what the voucher covered, and we (me and the manager) bent the rules a little to give her some stuff that wasn't covered by changing it in the computer.

Anyway, a short time after she left, she came back in, because her ride had ditched her. This dude had dropped her off at 12:30, and she'd been there pretty much all day. He just never came back for her. It was already past 6 and we close at 7, and she wanted us to hold onto her stuff she bought while she went to the McDonald's nearby to use the WiFi to contact him, since she didn't have a phone plan. Well, since I was heading home anyway, I swung by the McD's to see if she was there, and offered her a ride (yes, I know--total stranger, not the smartest idea on my part, but c'mon).

Anyway, we grabbed her stuff, and headed to the apt. where she was staying. Unfortunately, this guy wasn't there, so she was locked out, and since she wasn't on the lease, the apt. manager wouldn't let her in. She was in tears---she didn't have anyone to call, or anywhere to go, since she's only passing through town. She originally told me she'd just wait outside until he got there, but there was no way--it is FREEZING here, and I doubted this guy was coming back.

I ended up bringing her to a woman's shelter where she'll at least have somewhere warm to sleep tonight. She hadn't even eaten, so I offered to get some drive-thru first, and we ended up at another McD's. I kinda wish she'd gotten something more substantial than just chicken nuggets, but that's what she wanted. I also gave her a bag of peanut butter M&Ms I got at work (I don't need the calories anyway). I also offered her my unopened bag of chips from when I ordered Jimmy John's for lunch so she'd have something for later, but she wasn't big on salt & vinegar chips.

When she found out on the way to the shelter that she was out of cigarettes, she broke down in tears again (she was in that state where every little thing just compiled on top of what she's already been through), so I also got her a pack of smokes. Whatever--I've spent more buying games for my phone, and it would help calm her nerves.

Thankfully, she only has until Monday when her other friend gets out of the hospital, then she'll be able to get back to her own city.

I'm not really religious...like, at all, but...in the off chance that he exists, I asked God to keep an eye on her, and keep her safe. I really hope she gets on her feet, and somewhere stable--and with better friends.

I guess she kinda reminded me of what my step-sis went through. I couldn't save her, but I could at least help someone else. It all took about 2 hours, but she's somewhere safe and warm instead of sitting in the freezing cold waiting for a dude that was probably not coming back.

I doubt anyone's read this, but it was just kind of a weird experience, and I dunno...maybe more people thinking about her--even if just for as long as they read this post--will do...something. I dunno.

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browneyesbrighteyes · 1 year

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Spoiler-free Galactic Starcruiser Review!

Earlier this week I went on the Galactic Starcruiser! I went as someone who is just a genuine fan of Star Wars and also as someone who loves things like conventions and vacations with lots to do.

I spent my own money on this. As a disclaimer, it is money I HAVE. I’m a doctor with a husband who also makes good money and we have no children. We have disposable income to spend.

We stayed in a Standard cabin and filled it completely, so we had 5 people to save some money. I paid for 3 of the people, and so spent probably just under $4500 for our portion. Two family members also went and spent $3000 for the two of them.

The cabin itself felt bigger than I expected it to. It’s SMALL, but they use the space very smartly! The in the wall “bunk beds” are huge and can easily fit full-sized humans. The wall bed is the same. If you’ve stayed in a Disney value resort before, the bunk bed and wall beds are bigger than the wall bed in a value resort. I’d say they can comfortably fit someone up to 6 feet probably, but that would be the absolute max. If you prefer to sleep curled up, they can fit someone even taller. They are spacious and comfortable. Our biggest issue was having 5 people to one bathroom, but we made it work. There are multiple public restrooms as well, and we had that if we ever really needed a bathroom while ours was occupied.

What you are paying for is essentially a fully immersive 2 day experience surrounded by other people who are just as excited to be there as you. It is an immersive theater show where you are surrounded by actors playing their parts well, and playing a part in the story. If you know what Sleep No More is, think that, but kid friendly, Star Wars, and involving you in the story MUCH more. Included with this is your hotel room, all meals (even a voucher for your excursion to Batuu), a half-day excursion to Batuu with one free alcoholic drink included while there, free water, an exclusive magic band, and a pin. The cafeteria has soda, blue and green milk on tap, water, and juices. On the second day, we discovered specialty coffee drinks (lattes, cappucinos, etc) are also included, you just have to ask. While on Batuu, yes, you can leave Galaxy’s edge to ride other rides if you want to, but you may not want to. We had enough tasks to do that we spent the entire time in Galaxy’s edge. Other than the one alcoholic drink, other alcoholic drinks are not included. We still spent some time at the bar, and the drinks are amazing, and the bartenders are so skilled! They are also all-in for the story, and were so fun to talk to and be around. However, the alcohol is probably one of my gripes, because drinks cost, on average, between $16-20, and I personally think they should adopt cruise policy where drinks are more like $9 given you are already paying so much to be there (and in all actuality, given the price of this experience, I think they should be included, and you should only have to pay gratuity).

The original characters are interesting and you end up caring about them and their storylines! Without spoiling much, I think it was very smart on their behalf to use mostly original characters. The second a human character that we already know entered the story, it broke my immersion a bit because it wasn’t the actor I associated with the character (but it was STILL such a blast!). They are all-in with the show, and each of them REMEMBERS YOUR NAME! (No genuinely, I’m still impressed by this, after initial meetings I was consistently addressed by name for the rest of the stay). Now, you only get out of this what you put in, so you have to TRY and be involved, but if you do? You get rewarded with a fulfilling story where you feel like you mattered to the narrative.

The entertainment is also amazing. One of the characters is Gaya, and she is an intergalactic superstar. Part of your entertainment is a live show from her and WOW. She really is amazing. The songs are catchy and fun, and I couldn’t restrain myself from dancing at times. You will leave a Gaya fan.

Ultimately, I think it was worth the money. By this, I mean I don’t regret spending the money. Do I still think Disney is charging more than they should? Yes. But I also think that the theater of it all is worth a lot, so factor that in when you consider what you are paying for. It’s not just deluxe priced star wars hotel, it is so much more than that. I also think you have to know what you are paying for. You don’t have to be a HUGE star wars fan to enjoy it (my sister is not and she LOVED it), but some familiarity will help. You cannot go in expecting a relaxing vacation. We got minimal sleep and were constantly running around. I’d say, total, we got maybe 4 hours of down-time. You have to be willing to be attached to your phone. It functions as your “datapad” and is where most of your missions will come from. You need to be willing to talk to people, as you only really get involved in the story by buying in and talking to the characters.

But if it sounds up your alley and you were debating whether it’s worth it? Honestly? I’d say go for it. It’s an experience I will never forget.

#galactic starcruiser #halcyon starcruiser #star wars galactic starcruiser #star wars hotel

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boozye · 2 years

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During the events with celestial blessing, I can't get over the first box. I've only once made it to the second box. Am I exceptionally unlucky? Or am I doing something wrong lmao? How did you get past the first box tho? Did you have to use some trick or something?

- I spent the vouchers I saved and got the cheat cards (well, most of them)

Which nets me this many bonus event tokens. (I would get a lot more if Luke had shown up)

- I did all the daily available plays in the stages every day of the event. Spent around 30 energy drinks as well.

- Jumped to the next box ASAP, not caring about icons or backgrounds,

If you need help saving vouchers.

If you need help managing AP.

Another box event where I had no cheat cards (well, one SR I got from the free pull)

Hope that helps!

#posm info #obey me #obey me event #obey me shall we date #f2p

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cilldaracailin · 1 year

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You’re My Best Friend

Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s

Thank you so much for all the love on the new story. I am so glad everyone is enjoying it. Next part is ready to go and also just gotta add here, I am sending all my Irish good luck vibes to our favourite Welshman for the Globes tonight. Even if he doesn’t win, he wins in my eyes. (Soppy but true lol)

Love Suze x

“We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.”

It was Taron who moved his head first, lifting his cheek from Robyn’s shoulder and brushing her forehead with a very simple and gentle kiss as he stood up straight. The hug had been everything and more, what he had been desperate for and while his mind was still frazzled, he felt safe and back in his bubble. He knew he still had a lot of explaining to do but for now, his hands had stopped shaking, he didn’t feel like crying and Robyn was still holding onto him tightly even though he had lifted his face from her neck. He looked down and frowned as he saw her navy pyjama set darkened in places from the dampness on his body. “You are all wet.”

“Not as wet as you.” Robyn replied to him.

“Shit Robyn, I didn’t mean…” His words were cut off by her hand over his mouth.

“No apologies. I don’t want to hear one for anything ok? Not for coming here, not for whatever is going on in your head, for getting me a little wet or for whatever you think you need to apologise for.” She took her hand away from his mouth. “You have known from the moment you stepped into my home last year that you are welcome whenever you want for whatever the reason with no explanation needed. My home has always been a place of refuge for you and it will always be that, whether I am here or not.” She stared at him until he properly looked at her and she knew he was still drained by what had him here, seeing the grief still in his eyes and she hated how sad his usual bright eyes were. “So, I don’t want to hear any more sorrys from you. When you are ready to talk to me, I am here for you but for the moment it isn’t important. What is important are hugs and lots of them, Ok?” She softly told him.

“Ok.” He repeated.

“Ok.” Robyn confirmed. “And you know I love my Taron hugs so I have absolutely no problem in giving you as many as you need. They are undeniably one of my favourite things but you are still wet and very cold. So how about you get out of those wet clothes and have a warm shower while I find you something to wear. I know you brought your voucher for a bath but maybe we can save that for later on because it is quite late or early, whichever way you want to look at it, I think we should find cwtch and give him a cuddle because as always, he misses you and get you into bed for a little rest and lay down.”

“Of course he does.” Taron replied, running his left hand through his damp hair. “And yeah, a hot shower sounds amazing and the vouchers, well...” He stopped when Robyn gave her head a shake and a little smile his way.

“You don’t need to explain anything to me.” She said to him, her voice firmer then it had been since she let him in. “The vouchers were given to you to use when you needed them and you will use it, just not right now. I know how much you loved the bubbles the last time but a shower is more practical at this moment.”

“Thank you Robyn.” His voice was a little shaky, quiet and sad. He just couldn’t believe how lucky he had been, despite how he had met Robyn, to still have her in his life because her concern was genuine and obvious but the fact that she wasn’t pushing him to talk was helping to settle himself and try to think somewhat straight and just put some of his worries at bay for the moment. However, he still felt he needed to give Robyn some sort of quick explanation. “I just have had a …” His words were cut off again but his time because Robyn gave him the most serious of stares so he stopped speaking. He gave her what he hoped was a very appreciative look. “Thank you.” He looked to his bag which was sitting on her sink. “And clothes. I do have some…” He looked down his body. “They just happen to be wet.”

“I will find something for you. I kinda have a Taron shelf.”

“A Taron shelf?” He looked to her with a raised eyebrow.

“Hmmm. Your hoodie and jumper, a few t-shirts and a random pair of boxers you left behind last week. I just keep them all together.” She took a small step away from him. “Throw all your wet stuff into the laundry hamper and tomorrow I will wash it for you. Then take a shower. You know where everything is that you need ok?” She took some more steps away from him but kept facing him, only turning away from him to flick on the switch to her towel warmer. “Put the towel here before you shower. It will be warm for you when you get out.” She walked back over to him and wrapped him up in her arms again, feeling him a little colder if it was possible. “You can stay here for as long as you want.” She said into his shoulder, giving his jaw a kiss when she had finished speaking. “Take as long as you need under the hot water.” She let go of his body but reached for his hands. “Let’s just get you warm and into bed. That’s all we will do tonight. Nothing else.” She gave his hands a little rub, her thumbs rubbing over the back of his hands. “Make use of that voucher for cuddles.”

He heart swelled with love for the woman who held his hands tight. As always, she didn’t pressure him, didn’t ask him a tonne of questions or force him to talk, just like she did when he came to visit her so many months ago and it was exactly what he needed right now. He didn’t want to talk about the last few hours. While he didn’t feel as wound up as Robyn gently rubbed his hands, he didn’t want to think about how his chest still felt a little tight, how every time he blinked he saw water. When he hugged Robyn though, that all went away so right now he really just wanted to hug her forever and never let her go.

“Taron?” Robyn saw how the Welshman disappeared into his head for a moment and saw his face frown. He was clearly rethinking about whatever had happened to him and she turned his hands over so she could knead the inside of his hands with her thumbs but stopped as he noticed some red marks on the palm of each hand. She ran the tip of her index finger over the small indents on his skin. Seeing that Taron was still in a world of his own, she rested the back of his right hand on the palm of her left and gently bent down each of his fingers, seeing that his finger nails were in the exact same place as the red marks. When she looked up to his face, he was looking at her now, again a horrible look of guilt on his soft features. She could tell he was waiting for her to ask and while she was desperate to know what had happened to him, it wasn’t the right time so instead gripped his hands tight and gave him a smile. “Want me to make you some tea?” She simply asked, not wanting to make him any more tense than he clearly was. She had told him he could talk to her when he was ready and having been in his shoes when she turned up on his set after Beth was caught under the shelf and she spent hours in the hospital, he had been patient and kind and she was most definitely going to pay him the same respect. Plus, she loved him dearly and wouldn’t see him any more miserable at that very moment.

Taron never realised he had left marks from his nails on his hands, not even feeling that he had dug them in hard enough to leave a mark when he was in the car and was quickly trying to think of how to start his story of being on set earlier for Robyn because he was sure she would ask but her question was not expected and as her voice drifted into his thoughts and the right side of his mouth lifted a tiny bit and he nodded. “Please.”

“Perfect. You shower and I will make you some tea.”

“Thank you Robyn.

“Do you want me to call someone to let them know you are ok? As in that you are here with me and safe?”

Taron shook his head. “Matthew already knows I am here. I will call my mam tomorrow.”

On hearing Taron admit that Matthew knew where he was, Robyn’s eyes widened and she put two and two together and got a very abrupt gist of why Taron was so upset, why he was with her in Kilcreen. She also didn’t miss the shame that filled his features, his eyes looking to the floor again as he realised he had let slip he had been with Matthew, giving it away that he had been working on set in Belfast, back for his water work but Robyn gave his hands a light squeeze. “Right here for you Taron.” She said to him gently and let go of his hands to cup his cheeks, lifting his face so he had to look at her. “No matter what ok? There is no rush to talk either. You take a shower, I will get you some dry clothes, some tea and then we can just lay down together.” It was a look of relief that now filled his face and he nodded, Robyn letting go his cheeks and pulling him to her. It was another long hug and Taron ended their embrace as it started by lifting her from her feet for a few seconds. “And just shout at me if you need me. Nudey nudes or not, I am coming in.”

She left him alone in the bathroom, giving his forehead a little kiss before leaving him, closing the door behind her as she went into her bedroom through the closet and Taron stood for moment looking at the closed door, wishing a little that she was still standing with him but she couldn’t stay while he showered. Giving himself a little shake followed by a shiver, he walked into the laundry room and grabbed himself one of Robyn’s clean towels and came back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, putting the towel over the towel warmer. He pulled his phone from his pocket and left it on the sink along with his wallet, then quickly kicked off his shoes and tugged his jeans off, throwing them straight into the laundry basket, hoping on each foot to take off his socks. He dragged his t-shirt up over his chest and head, dropping it in on top of his jeans. Once out of his boxers which he also put in the hamper with his socks, he then put his shoes into the bath. He decided he would worry about them tomorrow and he walked over to the shower, stepped in and turned it on, wincing as icy water hit his already cold skin, stepping out of the way until he felt the splashes on his legs warm up. He closed the glass doors but quickly opened them again when he felt horribly confined in the glass box and while the warmer water splashed his left thigh, the cold air rushed in onto his right but he couldn’t close the shower doors at the moment. It was just too much to be in an enclosed space with water and he needed to feel the breeze on his body to feel comfortable. The confinement of the glass shower reminded him too much of being stuck in the pool and he could feel his heart starting to race in his chest but having the door open helped stop him from panicking.

With the water warmer now falling on part of him, he stepped back under the spray, facing the open shower doors and let the rainfall shower pound on his head and face, keeping his eyes open the whole time, then moving forward to let the water hit on his shoulders, knowing he was holding so much tension between his shoulder blades, bending over a little so the water now reached his lower back. Any part of his body that wasn’t under the water was cold from the open shower doors. The shower was not going to be an overly warm one or a comfortable one so he grabbed Robyn’s shampoo to quickly wash his hair and then her body wash and gave himself a really quick wash and after less than five minutes was out of the shower and wrapping the towel around him which hadn’t even had a chance to warm up, he had been that quick in the shower. He didn’t expect the shower to have such a negative effect on him but while the falling water had felt good on his tense body, it still made him tremble a little with an apprehension he wasn’t expecting and was glad to be back in the open space of the bathroom.

He made sure to turn off the towel warmer and then he stood in front of the mirror and placed his hands on the sink and leaned forward, sighing. He felt so safe in Robyn’s home, felt more at ease then he had since he arrived in Ireland but was still very much on edge over his water work on set. He felt awful for not being able to complete his job, to finish his scenes, to do what he was being paid to do and was so apprehensive and concerned that he had ruined one of the most important scenes in the movie. Matthew had assured him they had enough for the scene but twice he had wasted footage and having never actually seen any of the water footage they filmed earlier, really had no idea if it looked good at all. He needed the scene to be perfect and wished so hard that Matthew had everything he needed because Taron knew he would never step foot into a swimming pool for a very long long time. Looking at his reflection, he let out another long sigh. He never expected to feel so overwhelmed by the simple task of taking a shower and was just so done with the day, he was ready to lay down and try to get some sleep. If he got any would be another story but he was going to be with Robyn and that meant that world to him at the moment when he felt so off form and edgy.

Running his hands through his wet hair, he could see the exhaustion in his face and feel it on his achy body, especially his shoulders and back and he felt very lonely by himself, so made his way to Robyn through her closet and bedroom, thinking maybe she had set his clothes out on her bed, but there was nothing there only the duvet pulled back and cwtch upside down, his bum in the air. Taron reached forward to fix the dinosaur and then continued his way out of Robyn’s bedroom. He had thought about looking through her closet for his clothes but knew it would just be quicker to ask Robyn to get them for him, plus while he knew she wouldn’t mind if he snooped, he was starting to get a little desperate for her company again. She was standing at her counter beside the sink with her back to him, clearly making him his tea as he could hear her stirring the spoon in the cup, the quiet of the house a little uncomfortable when he was used to some kind of music in her living area. Padding barefooted in around the island and towards her, Taron made sure his towel was tucked in very tightly at his left hip, feeling water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders, back and chest. He really should have given his hair a rub dry but he needed to not be alone and wanted to be beside Robyn as quick as he could. Again making sure his towel was tucked in securely, he walked over towards his friend who was standing still making his tea.

Robyn had been concentrating on making Taron a hot drink, giving the liquid a little more sweetness than normal, deciding to do his tea first so it would be ready for him, her thoughts racing in her head. She had been trying to stop herself from overthinking about what had happened to Taron on set because she knew well he had been in Belfast for his re-shoots as soon as he mentioned Matthew. Something had gone down on set, something that had really frightened him because she had felt how hard he had hugged her, how miserable he looked, how panicky he was as he stood in her doorway, how he was so nervous and jumpy. She had told him she didn’t want to know when he was back in Belfast because the last time, well things hadn’t gone so well. However, it seemed his water work was cursed as he appeared at her home in the middle of the night and Robyn was so very sure that was why he was in her house at three am after walking in the rain to get to her. Filming must have gone terribly wrong during the day. He was always welcome in her home and Robyn was so glad Taron knew he could come to her whenever he wanted or needed, that he trusted her to come to her when he was upset but she hated seeing him so. He was nearly always smiling and laughing, constantly singing and something was so clearly bothering him and she didn’t want to push him to talk. Right now, he needed hugs and cuddles and someone to just be with him and that was what she would do, intending on fulfilling his voucher for a Robyn cuddle as quickly as she could.

She figured he would take some time in the shower, warming up, knowing how much she loved her rainfall shower, just standing under the water, probably needing the time to himself for a bit but once he was done, it wouldn’t take him long to get dressed and she could easily get his clothes from the cubby she had filled his with his things and leave them on the bed for him. Having his tea already made, meant he could get straight under the duvet once dressed, drink something warm and then she planned on just holding him and letting him rest and sleep if he could, making thorough use of the ‘Robyn cuddle’ voucher he had brought with him.

She finished stirring the sugar and milk into his tea and threw the spoon into the sink. The liquid was piping hot and knew it would be perfect for him to further warm him up. Grabbing the handle of the cup, she carefully lifted the mug and spun on her feet, stepping back in shock with a shout, dropping the cup which smashed on the floor, the tea splashing all over her tiles. Taron had been standing a few feet from her but he had been so quiet coming into the kitchen that she had no idea he was there and she got a fright when she turned and saw him, letting go of the cup in surprise.

“Shit!” She cursed at the same time Taron cursed too, a loud ‘fuck’ coming from his mouth.

“Jesus Robyn sorry.” He apologised seeing the slight alarm on her face for a moment, feeling a few light splashes on his feet and legs as he stood about two feet away from her when she dropped the cup. “Fuck I should have made some noise.” He said. “I am sorry. I didn’t know you hadn’t heard me.” On seeing the surprise still on her face, he went to move towards her but he felt Robyn reach out to stop him, her two hands going flat on his chest, pushing him back.

“No no no!” When she saw Taron go to walk to her, Robyn immediately reached out to stop him and she called out to him a little more loudly than she meant too to get him to stop, the tone of her voice having the desired effect as he took a step backwards. His skin was still cold but it was also wet and with her hands on his chest, Robyn could feel his heart thumbing hard. His skin was as soft as always but the chill to his skin was so unlike how warm he always ran, but seeing on how he was only dressed in a towel and the floor was all wet with broken porcelain, she gave him another little push to really make him move back. “You have no shoes on.” She explained when she felt his want to move to her again. She really stretched forward, keeping her hands firmly on his chest to keep him from moving. “You will cut up your feet. The cup is in a few pieces on the floor and that tea was very hot.”

Taron looked down to see some slippers on Robyn’s feet, little wet spots on the brown velvet but then realised that she was right and moved back so while her hands were still on his body, she wasn’t putting as much force into making sure he wouldn’t walk forward. The floor was slightly flooded with a light brown liquid and the blue cup was in five, maybe six bits on the floor. “Shit Robyn I am so fucking sorry.” He apologised again.

“Taron it is ok.” Robyn said to him, her hands still on his chest. She looked to him, frowning. “You didn’t stay in the shower very long.” She said. “You are still cold and wet.”

“Just out of the shower.” He answered her.

“Yeah, and still cold.” She scowled at him. She took a long step over the split liquid, giving him another little push so he walked backwards, hesitating until he felt her really putting her weight into the slight shove she gave him and he started to walk backwards, Robyn following his footsteps.

“Robyn…” Taron let her guide him backwards but looked over her shoulders to the mess on the floor. “Fuck I am so sorry.” He ran both of his hands through his hair and down his face.

“It is just some tea Taron and a cup.”

“I will replace it for you.” He said sincerely, his hand going through his hair again as some pieces fell into his eyes.

Robyn kept Taron walking backwards until he was at the seats at the breakfast bar, putting her hands on his shoulders to make him sit down. “It is a cup Taron. You don’t have to replace it.”

“I didn’t even think to make any noise. Normally you hear everything.” He said to her as she took her hands away from him, missing the warmth from the skin to skin contact with her.

“True but you snuck in so quietly. I don’t even remember hearing the shower being turned off.” She replied. “And the fact that you are barefooted, it is easy to walk in here and not make a sound and I was kind of in a world of my own.” She admitted to him. “Thinking.”

“How about we leave the thinking until tomorrow?” He suggested. “Might be best for all.”

Robyn nodded to him. “Sure.” She looked over her shoulder to the floor and then back to him. “You are to stay here. There are shards all over the floor and if you step on one, it will hurt you and cut up your feet.” She waited for him to agree and then walked away from him, opening a drawer on the way to take out two tea towels. “Why are you still not in the shower warming up?” She asked as she dropped the tea-towels on the ground, the white material turning a light brown colour as it soaked up the tea. She then crouched down to started picking up the large pieces of the broken cup. “I thought I might have had to come looking for you. I know you love that shower.”

Taron watched as Robyn carefully picked up the cup that she had dropped because he had given her a fright and wanted to help her but knew she would have yelled at him if he moved so sat as he was, adjusting his towel over his legs. She was still dressed in the same pyjamas despite the fact that their hug has dampened the material and as she stretched to pick up part of the blue cup, Taron couldn’t help but stare as the V-neck of the top moved in the most perfect way. Memories of laying against her in Paris flashed through his mind and he adjusted the towel again, looking back to Robyn, the woman on the floor waiting for him to answer her question. “Yeah, I do love your shower but I was warm so I came out.”

Robyn stopped mid-picking up of the cup handle and stared at her friend. “Liar.” She simply said and stood up to put the broken bits in her hand in the bin. “You weren’t even in there for five minutes.” She bent down to get the last of the pieces of broken cup and dropped them into the bin and stood looking at him. “If you are warm, why can I see goosebumps on your skin? Why could I feel the chill on your skin less than a minute ago.” She asked him raising an eyebrow his way.

“I was warm.” He said, his arms folded around himself. “But now in your open plan living area, it is cold.”

Robyn had been back on the floor wiping up the spilt tea and stopped to stare at him again. “Hmmm sure. So, if I go over there and touch you, you will be warm still?”

“Well no. Cold because it is cold in here.”

Robyn looked at him before wiping up the last of the tea and then got to her feet. “And you were never warm in the first place. Why didn’t you take a longer shower? It would have done you the world of good.” She asked him, dropping the tea towels into the sink and tearing off some paper towel, before she got on the floor again she waited for him to answer.

“I eh… Well… I just…” Taron stumbled over his words and ran both hands through his hair, shuddering as some more cold drops of water dripped onto his bare skin.

“Just waiting for the cuddle to get warm yeah?” She interrupted his stuttering, seeing how uncomfortable he was with the question she had asked him.

“It’s the best way to get warm.” Taron managed to get out in one sentence.

“Well let me finish this and I will get you your clothes and we will get going on that cuddle.” She threw the paper towel into the bin “Or you can go and get them yourself. They are in one of the cubbies in my wardrobe.”

“It’s ok. I can wait. I will wait for you.” Taron said, fixing his towel again as it slipped down his thigh. “You sure you don’t want some help? It was my fault.”

Robyn stood up and grabbed the sodden tea towels from the sink. “It wasn’t anyone fault and nope all done. Let me dump this in the washing machine.” She walked past him and into the laundry room, throwing the wet material straight into the washing machine drum. She then walked back out to him. “Come on and I will get your clothes. Then I can make you another cup of tea.”

“I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Robyn shook her head. “It’s ok, really. Come on.” She reached for his hand and led him back into the bedroom and closet. “God you are still freezing Taron.” She held his hand between her two and started to rub his hand as they stood in her closet.

“I am fine Robyn.”

She didn’t answer him but dropped his hand to take out some of the clothes he had left with her over the last few months. “I don’t have any trousers but here are some dry and clean boxer shorts and a t-shirt.” She took out the blue t-shirt she loved wearing around the house, one he had given her when he came to see her back in April. “I will wash your clothes tomorrow and dry them for you but until then, these will have to do. I can also give you the black jumper. I know it is one of your favourites.”

“These are fine. Thank you Robyn.” Taron took them from her, already smelling the gorgeous scent of laundry detergent on the clothes in his hands. “Really, this is perfect.” He looked at her and tried to smile but it was still hard to feel that emotion.

“You change and I am going to re-make the tea. You hungry? Want anything to eat?”

Taron shook his head, fixing the towel that was falling a little from his hips, holding it one hand, his clothes in the other. “No thanks. The tea is fine.”

“Ok. Give me two and if you come out, please make some noise ok?”

“Yeah ok.” He agreed. “See you in two.”

#Taron Egerton #Taron Egerton Fanfiction #Taron Egerton Fanfic #Taron Fanfic #Robyn and Taron #Love #Friendship #Trust #hugs #cuddle #hurt #Anxiety

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