#if only the devs kept this up for the actual outfits

[radarchives]

[hermannsthumb]

If you're still taking requests!! Fake Dating situation where Newt and Hermann go to a public event together. they're used to being mistaken for a couple at the Shatterdome, so they expect to be mistaken for a couple at the event. But then they meet someone who definitely Does Not mistake them for a couple (because homophobia) and assumes they're just Very Good Friends. cue Newt and Hermann aggressively pretending to be a couple.

always and forever taking requests!!! this is such a fun one, THANK YOU

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“We’ll have to go in eventually,” Newt says.

Next to him, Hermann silently fumes, apparently unable to decide whether to continue tugging at his stiff collar or grinding the bottom of his cane—over and over, in a sort of circle—against the sidewalk, leaving streaks of black rubber behind. “I hate these damn things,” he says under his breath, though it’s unclear whether he means his outfit or the event. Hermann’s dressed up tonight in a suit that’s hilariously oversized (even for him) and fraying in places, with a bowtie that he’s knotted crookedly. Newt wonders if the suit’s a hand-me-down from his brother. “Begging for funding, as if we haven’t anything better to do with our time. As if we’re not working for the better of all of them. It’s bloody degrading.” He works his jaw angrily. “And if that isn’t enough—everyone always makes—assumptions—about us.”

Oh, okay. The event. “Assumptions?” Newt says.

Hermann lets out a hiss of air between his teeth. “Assumptions,” he repeats, delicately. “About—ah—the certain nature of our relationship.”

“Oh,” Newt says. “Oh.”

At the last one of these things they went to, someone (actually generous enough to open their checkbook for once) asked Hermann whether they should make it out to the PPDC or Dr. Gottlieb and his husband. At the one before that, a dinner event, the name placards at their table said Dr. Newton Geiszler-Gottlieb and Dr. Hermann Geiszler-Gottlieb. Before that, at a more casual affair at an up-scale bar, some tech hottie sent Newt a martini, before hurrying over and apologizing in person that (gesturing between Newt and Hermann) he didn’t realize Newt was with someone. Newt really wishes Hermann would just get it through his head already that introducing someone as your partner and dropping the important research part of it tends to hold drastically different connotations outside of, like, the group of people who know them on the Shatterdome base, because that would clear up probably sixty percent of the confusion. If not just so he can pick up a few numbers at these things for once. Still, though—for some reason it’s never really bothered him like it clearly bothers Hermann, but Newt supposes he’s not exactly a catch by any standards, so it makes sense. “I just don’t know where they get the impression—” Hermann begins, and Newt interrupts him.

“Yeah, well, you should take it as a compliment,” he says. “You could do a lot worse than me.” He opens the door for Hermann and ushers him in. “Seriously, we’ll be late if we don’t go in now, and that makes it, like, twice as awkward.”

As usual, they have to sit through some incredibly boring speech about how they’re sitting among some of the best scientific minds of the century right now, how they’re honored to play host to their colleagues at the PPDC, how the buffet will opening shortly for dinner, and then a different person gets up and makes another speech, and then another person with another, until finally the first person gets back up and promises that closing remarks will be in three hours, and how they should all enjoy themselves until then. Claps. Under his breath, Newt says to Hermann, “Doubt it.”

“Which side shall I take, then?” Hermann sighs. He’s probably the only one in the room not clapping. He told Newt a while ago that he doesn’t like to put on airs, and especially not in the service of flattering someone’s ego, and he’ll only clap for a speech if he feels it deserves it. He’s such a weirdo.

Newt surveys the room, considering. Luckily, people tend to flock together in similar little groups at these things. Birds of a feather shit. “Left. Everyone on the right is too young and hip-looking, so that’s out of your range.” He gets a cane to his shin, and grins even has he winces. “Kidding. Let’s just do it together, it’ll make it more bearable.”

Their first target is a forty-something marine biologist who’s very excited to meet Newt— “I followed your research on jellyfish for years!” she says. “I had no idea you’d be here tonight!” —and who is more than happy to promise donating a little to help fund the war effort. Their next is someone younger than both of them, whom Newt suspects is heir to his dad’s tech company or something, and who is easily guilted into promising even more than the biologist. “We’re having a lot better luck than usual,” Newt says, as they watch the kid hurry away to mingle with a group of other twenty-somethings. “Do we look more, like, respectable tonight or something?”

“It’s the open bar,” Hermann says.

“Yeah, probably,” Newt agrees.

“And anyway, we’re still terribly behind on our goal, so there’s no use getting too pleased over ourselves,” Hermann says. He sniffs. “If you still want that bloody—whatever it was—kaiju spleen, we need at least—”

“Okay, okay,” Newt says.

He nods at a small group standing by one of the buffet tables, holding half-eaten plates. People tend to be in better moods when they’ve eaten something. Hopefully more generous moods too. “Let’s try them,” he says.

Hermann is the one to initiate the conversation this time, launching at once into a variation of the little script he and Newt penned so long ago the night before their very first gala. “Good evening,” he says. They get a few polite smiles and nods of acknowledgement in return. “I’m Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, and this is my partner—” Newt tries not to groan. “—Dr. Newton Geiszler. We’re here representing the PPDC tonight. I don’t suppose we could have a moment of your time?”

The mood of the group changes immediately, but why Newt can’t figure out; it’s like they suddenly go hostile on them. Hostile, and tense. Newt is suddenly astutely aware of how each of the three dudes have a good few inches on both him and Hermann. “The PPDC?” the guy in front says. He's not smiling anymore. Maybe they all supported the jaeger program defunding or something. “Sure.”

“Er,” Hermann says. He clears his throat. “Newton—that is, my partner and I work for the kaiju research division at the PPDC’s Hong Kong base. As you may well be aware, the latest cuts to the PPDC’s budget have been quite dev—”

“So you and your friend,” the guy says, with a little more emphasis on the friend than Newt would like, “are going around asking for donations? To help buy pencils or something?”

“Well. Essentially,” Hermann says. He doesn’t seem to have picked up on what Newt did, though he grows visibly nervous anyway. Outright hostility isn't anywhere near as common as indifference at these sorts of things. “Though, pencils is—er—a vast understatement.” He casts a furtive, desperate glance at Newt—a help me if Newt ever saw one. “My partner—Dr. Geiszler—simply doesn’t have enough funding for the samples he needs to study—and donations would certainly help with our funding for other necessary supplies—"

“I sure we’d love to help you and your friend,” the same guy says, and there’s no missing the emphasis this time, “but we’re a little busy at the moment. Please come back and talk to us later, though.”

Hermann clamps his mouth shut. Newt narrows his eyes, and in a move bold enough to surprise even himself, snags Hermann’s arm and links his own with it. “Sure thing,” he says loudly. Hermann goes rigid and stiff under him. “Come on, babe, let’s get something to eat. I know how you get when you’re hungry.” Then, before he can stop himself, he brushes a single kiss at Hermann’s cheek, and tries not to laugh at the looks they get.

He waits until they’re out of eyesight (Newt having had to sort of drag Hermann along with him) to drop Hermann’s arm. Hermann hasn’t moved a muscle since Newt touched him, and even now, he just sort of blinks at Newt. “What on Earth—?”

“Dude,” Newt says. “That guy was a total jerk. He thought we were together, and—”

“He did not,” Hermann says. “He kept calling you my ‘friend’. It was a bloody nice break from what usually happens, I might add, and now you’ve gone and—”

“Hermann,” Newt says. He sighs. “You’re, like, totally missing my point. He thought we were together.”

“But he called you—”

“Yeah, exactly,” Newt says.

Hermann blinks a few more times. “Ah,” he says.

“No way in hell do we need his money,” Newt says. “Anyway, sorry about the—” He touches Hermann’s cheek, and then gestures to Hermann’s left arm, which is now just sort of hanging limply at Hermann’s side. “I just wanted to screw with him. I won’t do it again, though—”

“No!” Hermann says quickly. The tips of his ears go red, and he fumbles as he grabs Newt’s arm again. A sudden warmth situates itself like pressure over Newt’s chest, identical to the kind that’s creeping up his wrist where Hermann’s fingers just grazed his bare skin, and he’s struck with the sudden bizarre urge to duck his head and blush himself. Since when has Hermann had this kind of effect on him? “What I meant to say is—” Hermann licks his wide lips. “He might still see us. We ought to—to keep up the ruse.”

“To really screw with him?” Newt says.

“For what other reason?” Hermann says.

Newt forces himself to keep a smooth, neutral expression as Hermann unwinds his arm to lace their fingers together instead, with a lot more awkward fumbling. “Uh-huh,” he says. He remembers how soft and smooth Hermann’s cheek had felt, so unlike his own, which can never seem to hold a clean shave. How nice Hermann's hand feels in his now. He’s definitely going to have to unpack this later. “Yeah, that’s—good idea, Hermann. Let’s do that.”

[pandoricpies]

My Opinion on the Current Community ‘Tension’ with SSE

I haven’t really formally stated my opinion on this. After seeing multiple posts and discussions from Tumblr and Instagram on this topic, I’ve come to a conclusion:

We’re all outsiders.

Yes, I most certainly agree that SSE’s management could be a lot better, regardless of any job site reviews. The game and updates themselves prove that much. I mean, one update dedicated to just a re-colored outfit set? And a very expensive one at that? Not a great call. I would have had no problem with that update had the outfit itself been a reasonable price.

However, here’s my problem: The full character (raring racer) riding apparel set in any given color comes to a total of 434 star coins. The full tack set of any given color is 390.....

That comes down to a whopping total of 824 star coins. You could buy a number of horse breeds for that.

Here’s my main problem with SSE at the moment; it’s almost as if the company is trying to ‘out-sale’ their players if you will (my brain cannot think of a better word for that atm). They keep pricing items in the game, whether that be clothing, tack, or horses, higher and higher.

I am well aware that they need to pay their employees, constantly upgrade tech, etc.. Unfortunately, I think these higher prices are what is turning so many players away from the game. Most players got into this game for the horses, the equestrian atmosphere, the adventure.... and the fun. That’s all being grayed by constant revenue involved updates (new horses, expensive clothing/tack sets) for which most of us who don’t buy star coins very often really can’t get much enjoyment out of.

Personally, this lowers my interest in even buying star coins in the first place. Why keep buying currency when I’ll never have enough to keep up with updates and get enjoyment from them?

Therefore, the company ends up losing more revenue and popularity from the decrease of players than if they just kept the items in game at a steady, reasonable price. This then obviously becomes extremely counterproductive.

Besides that, I also wanted to address the Glassdoor reviews; I definitely agree that they are very concerning, and most likely have some air of truth.

But, that’s just it.... we have to give them the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way to actually prove that any of these are from a real SSE employee. I don’t doubt that some of them have come from employees who are tired of the way they/their teams are being valued (or the lack thereof) under higher management.

But, how do we distinguish between the real and the fake?

I, as I’m sure many of us do, follow SSO’s Instagram page. I occasionally scroll through the comments on their posts..... and they’re annoying to say the least. Most of the comments are being made by younger fans who think that bullying a corporate company is going to change a single thing.

Newsflash, it’s not. The only thing that that negative comment is going to do is fuel more similar comments and discourage the social media team who have 0 control over anything that happens within the actual production of the updates/game.

How do we know that one of those harsh reviews wasn’t some raging fan having a rant because they didn’t get what they wanted?

That brings me back to my main point; we’re all outsiders. We don’t have direct access to anything within SSE (unless ofc you’re an undercover dev). We can’t prove/disprove anything we’ve heard. This leads into my last point:

The response to criticism from some employees at SSE has been..... concerning.

When the company you work for or the team you work on is being criticized, (regarding @lisa_ws Instagram post/comment not sure which one it was) you don’t respond by not only saying ‘oh you’re wrong this breed is beautiful’, tag a person who left a negative comment in your own, and then proceed to call the criticism a ‘trend’. That comes off as extremely unprofessional and honestly.... childish.

This just relays information to us that the company/teams are not taking criticism well. So, are they taking it at all?

I don’t want to take one employee’s comment and give a general statement off of that. However, it gives me a lot less faith in change for SSE and the game.

This is in no way to attack any one dev or general employee. I appreciate the work that they do individually (as long as they’re not leaving rather concerning comments). As I said in an earlier post, it’s important to keep in mind that these individuals only have so much ability for input in their individual teams; separate higher management from the individual artists/developers.

This is more of a long rant than anything, but figured I’d put my own opinion out there.

[screechthemighty]

OKAY TIME TO RAG ON T*M C*SSIELLO YET AGAIN.

So. Here’s the thing. The deal. The scoop. My meta complaints can basically be summed up in three sentences. One: T*m kept trying to sell us a friendship that wasn’t there, which only adds to how abrupt it falling apart is. Two: I do not trust this writing team with this plot line, and the way they handled parts of it in the comic itself only cement that distrust. Three: Why the HECK are they putting lore on TWITTER and only twitter. I won’t expand on that one because...that kind of speaks for itself, not everyone has twitter and it’s dumb that they’re confining important plot/character info to just twitter. But for more explanation of the other two, check under the cut.

Part One: T*m Stop Tweeting I’m Begging You

So, in my last post, I referenced the fact that this argument feels really contrived due to a lack of in-canon friendship between Mirage and Wraith. I’ve talked about this before, but tl;dr for those who don’t read my discourse: outside of some banter and bickering, there is little to no interaction between Mirage and Wraith pre-season 6 comics that implies a real connection. The s1 trailer comes close, but with everything else, it’s mostly just “Mirage says dumb thing while Wraith rolls her eyes in the background”, which establishes Literally Nothing.

But we all know they’re friends, right? This isn’t just wistful thinking by us Miraiths? No, we do know...because T*m said so on twitter. Think about it. He’s gleefully sold every interaction they get (or might get) as being food for the Miraith fans who ask about interactions, he’s the one who said Elliott is in her top three people she can stand (she NEVER explicitly names Mirage, only Natalie), and he also said this:

(screenshot orginally posted by @apexmirxith​)

Read that description. Read it again. Think about what we’ve actually gotten in the lore, both before the twitter comic and in it.

Something does not add up here. Literally nothing he said has been reflected in the canon at any point. And I would love it to be! Nothing would make me happier! If I could think of moments that lined up with that, I’d never shut up about them because I’m a single brain cell Miraith shipper and everyone knows it! But it’s not there, T*m!!!!!

Basically, Word of Author and The Actual Text are in conflict in a BIG way. It’s like T*m KNOWS he can just fill in the plot blanks with his twitter canon, but that’s NOT GOOD WRITING, and it makes what should be really interesting character moments SUPER hollow because again, none of the building blocks are there. They’re just in T*m’s mind, and then he offhandedly mentions them while replying to fan art. I swear, this dude should not keep tweeting about the plot of the games, because if he’s not doing stuff like this, he’s actively making promises he can’t keep. It’s so frustrating.

Okay, now that we’re done with that rant...

Part Two: Y’all Don’t Know How To Handle Abelism, Is The Thing

I discussed a lot of this during headcasegate II: the quickening, but for those of you who don’t read my complaining-disguised-as-analysis, the big issues are as follows:

I don’t think the intricate character work needed to grow out of abelism is actually something you can do in Apex Legends as a means of storytelling due to time constraints, the fact that plots can and will be dropped at any time (they did this with Bangalore this season, for instance) and a large cast all vying for attention in the plot.

T*m has repeatedly proven he has blind spots wrt abelism, starting with him implying autism could be cured (he walked this one back and admitted he was wrong, but still), to using abelist language as a plot device more than once, to being dismissive of people pointing that out instead of trying to understand why people were criticizing it. I don’t see any signs he’s actively learned (except the autism thing), so I don’t expect this angle to improve.

Elliott exhibits several traits of neurodivergency, from social anxiety to several HEAVILY ADHD coded traits (chronic tardiness, rambles heavily, impulsive spending, misunderstanding instructions), and has a stutter on top of that, but so far this has been ENTIRELY played for laughs and to make him look like a dumbass, not taken seriously.

And those three points really do stand, and are the basis of a lot of my concern. But there’s another angle that became more of an issue for me as I was reading the latest comic, and it has to do with Wraith. 

The game has already been really, really weird with how they’ve treated mental illness related when it comes to Wraith. They leaned heavily into the “owo scawwy mental patient! owo” imagery with banner frames and arguably her Liberator skin (I do love that skin because shaved head = chef’s kiss, but it does draw on mental illness imagery with the straight jacket look of her outfit), and she has on-and-off talked about/reacted to the voices as if they’re more a harmful influence akin to true psychosis and not helpful alternate selves. All of that leads to her being very heavily psychosis-coded, which has been noted by a lot of people.

And yet.

When the abelism is finally addressed, her breaking point, the thing the comics treat as The Thing You Shouldn’t Be Making Fun Of Her For, is...her amnesia.

Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s also wrong to make fun of her for having amnesia. But why is that the trait they chose to focus on? When I hear Elliott call her “brainwreck” my first thought isn’t “wow, he’s making fun of her for not remembering her past”, it’s “wow, he’s making fun of her for hearing voices.” It’s not even logical for that to be the thing that he and Bangalore are pointing out by calling her names, because like...who does that?? I don’t think even awful abelists do that. If they wanted to target her amnesia, they’d use completely different language. Brainwreck I can kinda see tying into her amnesia, but how does “headcase” relate back to that?? Literally, how??

Basically, when given the chance to address the abelism thrown at Wraith, they focus on the one thing that’s not the issue, rather than the thing that everyone points out is what makes her a mentally ill icon. And you might say, “but Screech, but it’s not a mental illness, the voices are real!” And to that I say, then why in the hell did they lean so heavily into mental illness imagery and her reacting negatively to the voices as if they are true hallucinations?? It’s just plain inconsistent, and almost feels like they don’t really want to tackle psychosis (in which case they are COWARDS, other devs have proved you can do that in a video game), so instead they focus on her amnesia and call it a day.

Dude. That’s totally not it in any way. What are you doing. What is my life. What is this GAME.

...anyways I hope all of that makes sense.

[well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now]

Maybe you spoke too soon about first point bc starting lesson 24 it's soooooo hard to pass without at least one UR. I've seen ss from a constant spender who are in the same fb group I'm in, that even with complete ur sets, all are on lvl 100, it's barely enough to pass lesson 29. Now that's just lesson 29, how long are the lesson will continue, and what if the devs keep raising the score requirements up sky high like now? As if gently forcing us to own ur & ur+.... Which ain't cheap 👄

I don't know how it is for others but I haven't had much problems? & I only started playing a couple months ago so I haven't had as much time to get a lot of good cards and level up? Like I've only got 1 UR that's got all 5 stars and is leveled up to 100 & 4 SSRs that have all 4 stars and that are leveled up to 90 & 1 UR+ with 3 stars all my other SSR cards and UR cards barely have 1 star. From my SSR memory cards only 2 have 4 stars and are completely leveled up, the other memory card I'm using is a fully leveled up SR card but I've managed to get three stars on some of the new lessons even without using a glowstick.....? (Making no progress with the hard lessons tho)

This is what I am doing to get past newer lessons;

1.) Glowsticks! In the week between new lessons look at your tasks & complete missions that will give you glowsticks. Play the boot camp and events and get glow sticks. Get glowsticks through jobs and daily bonuses. Use those glowsticks. Only use the rainbow ones if you have no other option.

2.) The little face! The little face doesn't have to be XD it can be :) and you can still get three stars (I have!)

3.) Level up! Spend Grimm on leveling up your cards as fast as possible to the highest max. (Grimm is easy to come by so it shouldn't be a problem)

4.) Unlock spaces in the devil tree! Replay parts of the game focusing specifically on the tokens you need to unlock spaces. Look at your tasks and complete them to get more tokens. Play the boot camp and events to get more tokens

5.) (This is something I haven't done yet) But level up/unlock spaces from at least 1 card of each sin (including memory cards). If you could do two each that'd be even better

6.) Use Nightmare! Use the free pulls because once in a while they give you SSR and URs. But also use the 27,000 Grimm pull daily. It almost always gives you parts of at least two SSR or URs for each pull. Slowly collect them and assemble them

7.) Save up the 18 points you get each day and use them on the congratulations pack they give you each time you pass a level. That shit's 99points and it's the best! You get 5 rainbow glowsticks, 5 vouchers, Ap and Grimm from it.

8.) It doesn't matter if you're behind on lessons! Go at your on pace that's completely fine. You don't have to play the lesson the second it drops. Block spoilers on tumblr and just play it when your cards are good enough because they will get good

Seriously obey me is not a game where you have to pay actual money to play the main storyline. I've got to lesson 29 without paying a cent on the main storyline (admittedly I have spent money on some events to get a certain card) and I've kept up to date with the new lessons. With the lessons getting harder all you need is a little patience (and not the kind of patience you need to have with something like The Arcana where you have to use large amounts of coins (depending on the option they can range from 150-300 coins) to unlock actual scenes in the game and they only give you a reward of 5 coins per day, a fortune wheel that rarely lands on coins and a mini game that only starts properly giving you coins after you've collected almost all the postcards). It's also not a game like Love Island where not only do you have to pay around 25 gems for certain options but these options can affect the amount of affection a character feels for you (you can also earn affection points by buying new outfits which again cost gems) and the only way to earn gems is by playing an episode and getting 2gems at the end of it, but there are never enough episodes to make up for the amount of gems you need. What I'm saying is even with the harder lessons you don't need to spend actual money in order to play obey me's main storyline. With obey me you'll just need a few weeks of patience and a strategy!

Sidenote- I absolutely adore Love Island the Game and The Arcana but they can be absolutely frustrating because of the paid options. Love Island specially tries its best to pressure you into buying new outfits for the characters every few episodes. Obey me's a breath of fresh air compared to that

[fictitiouspastery]

I didn’t realize season three of litg came out so here are my thoughts so far!

Pros:

- I’m glad that even though it is half the days as the first season, they kept the longer part lengths. It will definitely feel longer then season one.

- apparently a lot more female love interests? AJ is my wife and I don’t think I’ll end up switching but you never know. I am holding out hope for Iona because she’s hot af but I feel like AJ might be the only love interest in the og group. It’s nice to do a female li path that gives you actual options instead of “here’s one I guess, maybe another but she comes so late that you barely have any time with her”.

- you can kiss AJ twice??? In the first two days?? AND IT DOESNT COST GEMS????? Praise the lord I was so happy. The game seems to be giving us a lot of free 1 on 1 scenes with the love interests which is very appreciated. Even with the male li’s in previous seasons it took a few days for things to get going. But this season you’ve got free scenes with who you’re coupled up with as well as with boys you aren’t, such as Camilo after dinner.

- maybe it’s just cause it’s early days but everyone’s a lot more chill then in season two. Usually you had at least one girl who got partnered up and was immediately like “anyone who looks at this boy get their tits cut off” and it was always a source of drama. But this season even girls who are really happy in their couples are chill with you flirting with the guys and voicing your opinions. They even don’t make that big a deal out of you being popular, even though it does come up. Maybe it’s just the choices I’ve picked but MC doesn’t really have any enemies rn so I’m happy. I’m also glad there was a kissing challenge where it really was just kiss whoever you want no one cares.

- I know a lot of people are bummed that Seb and Nikky won’t be love interests. I thought Nikky was really cute and wanted to see what his route was like. But I’m very glad that the game tells you straight up that they aren’t possible to romance so that you don’t waste your time. I didn’t play as it came out last season but I know a lot of people felt cheated that Noah wasn’t romancable and you can only get his route if you know what you’re doing. So even though I’m bummed, we won’t have weeks of Will they won’t they with non li guys.

- lmao people are not nearly as mean when you use free outfits. They say it doesn’t stand out, but usually compliment you after and it doesn’t come off as snarky as it did in previous seasons

Cons:

- I don’t like the art as much?? Most of the actual characters are fine but I hate the design options for MC. I really loved how pretty the MC templates were from season 2, and I kinda wish they had just reused some assets. They just don’t look as well proportioned? It also would have been great to keep our wardrobe between season but I get the devs gotta get that coin and keep people buying gems. Idk I just wish I had my old MC back. I also want access to Elladine’s body type as an option please she is so hot.

- a few of the characters seem very close to season two characters? Mostly Bill. He has a lot of the same characteristics as Gary but without the charm. He likes beer and chilling with his friends and works in construction and seems to have a lot of the same pick up lines. But he doesn’t have the physique that Gary has that really sells that kind of character. He’s very lean and clean, and looks more like he works a tech start up in California. I find him a bit boring. Iona is hot but she doesn’t have much personality yet besides “bad girl”. She seems very much like Jo when she first entered the villa and was still confident. I hope she gets fleshed out more. That goes for most of the girls actually. There was a lot of girl bonding time in season two that event though there was a lot of drama, made the female contestants feel like actual characters.

- I don’t really see the comparisons between Harry and Lucas? They’re both Asian but that’s about it. Harry is smaller, leaner, and gives off a more young vibe, and the bangs sell his shy attitude. He’s insecure but excited to be there. Lucas was ripped and was very confident. He was reserved but very posh and only had trouble fitting in because of how he spoke. Didn’t stop him though.

- I am a bit disappointed that the season is half length. I get why they did that though, and I’m sure it will be fun!

Looking forward:

- better clothing options! I’m not really digging the ones now so I hope we get some!

- fleshing out the characters! Like I said above, I want to see more personality. When I first played Season 2, I was impressed that a mobile game made characters that felt as fleshed out (or at least fun) as they were. It felt like everyone actually was friends by the end which was nice.

- I really want to see the other female li’s! And also that really buff dude in the promos?

[capricornus-rex]

Prompt: Overprotective Cal (3 - End)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Didn’t think this story was going to get attention! I was worried there for a second 😅 I’m always thankful for the support and attention you give my stuff. I get all fluffy inside when I see that you all are liking it! ❤

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The proprietor introduced you to his—as he called it—”backyard,” where almost all of the same parts that you saw in the marketplace stalls were there except that this one store owner kept his goods mint.

That explains the neat sorting. You thought to yourself as little droids, reprogrammed from their manufacturing settings, walk around carrying and lifting parts in and out of the store.

“Now see here, I don’t mean to brag or anythin’ but here in Mos Espa, I am the biggest and best stock of wares. Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself: I’m Devric Plike, call me Dev,” he approached you two to shake his hand just to finish up the formalities.

“Cal, and this here is my girlfriend, [y/n],”

You blushed, thankfully you can falsely blame the sunlight for that. You smiled as you shook Devric’s hand.

“Please to meet you youngins. You look like a good, honest girl. You got lucky, boy,” Devric leaned a bit closer and spoke in a loud whisper. “Don’t lose her.”

Devric didn’t expect a reply and went ahead.

But Cal subtly slid his fingers through the spaces of your fingers and clutched your hand quite firmly, “Oh I won’t, that’s for sure.”

You look and see that adorable smug face again, you scoffed and rolled your eyes, and followed Dev around the backyard. He was, thankfully, a fair negotiator. A charitable one too. He advertised a certain engine to you that he boasted to be cross-compatible.

When asked, Dev explained that whilst he made up the word for it, it simply means that a cross-compatible part could be used by at least two or three types of ships—for instance, one part can be fitted into either a freighter or a fighter. Cal then filled you in that it’s not a thing of the past, it’s just an uncommon practice for most ship technicians but it usually works 90% of the time.

“What happens to the 10% of the time?”

“Uh… boom?” Cal accompanied his answer with a little demonstration with his fingers splaying out when he said “boom.”

“If and only if the wrong part was outfitted into the ship, right? Typical technical error?”

“Ding-ding-ding,”

You asked BD-1 to scan the part to see if it would fit in the Mantis.

After scanning, BD-1 continuously beeped in a high-pitched and melodic tone, meaning that his scanners on the external engine say that it’s all good; Cal checked it himself and vouched for the mint condition of the external engine. Before sealing any transactions, you contacted Cere via your comlink saying that you found the part that Greez needs.

“How much?” You were almost too afraid to ask the question to Devric.

“Well, for the mint S-251 engine coupling, I’d say…” he tilts his head up to think then jerks it back down to your eye level. “How does 10,000 sound?”

You felt your heart go loose after holding your breath. You exhaled in relief. You asked permission from Cere via the comlink, there was a few seconds worth of silence from her end before she gave her reply.

“Go ahead and take it, you saved Greez from overspending. Seal the deal there,” Cere instructed and ended the call.

You gave the go signal, Devric ordered his protocol droid to get a cart. A team of DUM-series pit droids lifted the engine to the cart and the protocol droid hauled it back inside.

“I will have it ready to go in a cargo speeder in an hour,”

You politely stepped in between the two gentlemen’s conversation and tapped Cal on the arm. You fished out the pouch of credits from your pocket and held it to Cal.

“Can you handle this for a bit, Cal? I’m going to take a look around, if that’s okay,”

“Sure,” he said and took the pouch.

Devric glanced over Cal’s shoulder. The store owner watched you look around, check out some of his wares, and lift BD-1 to the higher shelves so he could check out stuff too.

“You got a really sweet girl there, boy,” he commented.

“Huh?”

He nodded at you and repeated himself.

“Yeah,” Cal smiled while counting the credits. “She is. She really is…”

“She’s got a certain oomph about her. I saw the way you look at her too—the fire in your eyes—and that shine in her eyes? Oh, kid, buddy, I don’t know who is lucky is to have whom!”

“Both of us to each other, I guess. But I’d like to think I’m luckier to have her,”

“You do look it, kid. The eyes never lie,” Devric chuckled.

As soon as Cal handed over the correct amount of credits, Devric hollered at the DUM droids again to start the preparations for the transfer. The little droids scamper and squeak around as they did their task. You came back to the counter by Cal’s side and watched the DUM droids cover up the external engine with a large piece of cloth.

You gave your thanks to Devric and he gratefully welcomes it.

“Alright, see you in an hour,” Devric said as you walked out of his store.

You realized you had a lot of time to kill. Cal suggested going for a drink and you agreed, you looked for the nearest cantina. A few yards away from Devric’s shop, loud music is coming from a certain direction, you immediately knew it was a cantina.

Both of you walk in and find yourselves in a cesspit of all kinds of scum. The place reeked with whatever the patrons were smoking at the bar. Every corner you look, it’s filled with diverse clusters of species with some humans mingling in the scene.

“Well, this is… inclusive,” you commented.

“Lively,”

Both of you stepped in, heading for the bar. You kept your vision narrow, ignoring anyone or anything in your periphery. A single look could mean another thing to another species; but you sensed the humans looking at both of you strangely.

“Are they looking at me or you?” You mumbled within Cal’s earshot.

“I don’t wanna know,”

“Me too,”

Due to the dense crowd, none of you could find a seat that could fit you both; you volunteered to get the drinks while Cal volunteered to finding seats in the meantime. One seat was open by the bar, you tug the bartender by the sleeve.

“Something mild, two of that,” you ordered.

He gave a quick nod at you and started working on your drinks as he was doing nothing else but wiping empty glasses. As you wait for the drinks, you sneak some quick glances at the patrons beside you—Twi’leks on your left, a Devaronian and Aqualish conversing on your right.

You did not flinch when a human male suddenly bursts in on your right-side periphery. He had a companion who took on your left, it was a green Rodian. Neither were drunk, but the human reeked of liquor as if he bathed in it.

“Well, look what we have here: it’s a desert flower,” he uttered throatily. “What’s a pretty flower like you doing ‘ere?”

You blatantly ignored him. The bartender handed over your two drinks right on time. You fiddled with the glass by tapping your fingernails on it.

“Ohh, two. I think the little flower brought her friend eh, ya think?”

The Rodian spoke in its native language but you could assume he agreed in the same perverse way as his human friend.

“Who’s the friend, sweetums? Care to introduce us, hmm?”

Cal abruptly steps in, kept his eye on the human male and sneered at him, “This guy bothering you?”

“Oh piss off!” the stranger hissed.

You turn to Cal, smiled at him as you hand him his glass. Both of you drink at the same time, maintaining eye contact—communicating something entirely secret from everyone else.

When you finished your drink, you hissed cockily, “Actually, you should piss off,”

“Aww come now, don’t be so sour with me, flower,” the stranger persisted.

The stranger has overstayed his welcome in your personal space, his overall presence and his bothering you ticked Cal off. The drunk just crossed two lines at the same time.

You initiated the first strike. You severed the poor sob’s hand, the Rodian—who was on Cal’s left—grabbed him from the shoulders but Cal ignited his hilt in an overhead strike position to cut both hands.

The musicians and the chattering patrons all shut up—this must be the cantina’s first time to go quiet, excluding the agonizing moans of the two strangers whom you just mutilated. You switched off your lightsaber, fished out three credits from your pocket and slapped it on the bar in front of the bartender as compensation for the mess.

You and Cal left the cantina, walked far away from it and towards the direction of Devric’s shack.

“Got there in time, huh?”

“Yeah, you’re right…” you chuckled weakly but you had your head bowed.

“Hey,” Cal propped his fingers under your chin and gently tilted your head so you could see eye-to-eye. He wasn’t begging or anything, but he pulled up those soft, puppy eyes that you can’t help but give in to. “I know that face.”

“Okay, I was startled from that drunk earlier, got scared for a second there. But I’m okay now, Cal,” you said, putting up a brave face. “I promise.”

“Okay, promise,” Cal sighed, pulled you in for a hug and planted a kiss on your forehead. “That was an impressive move, by the way.”

The two of you decided to spend the remainder of the hour at the front of Devric’s shop, watching over the part and how the droids handled the prepping while you shared with Cal some sweet bread you bought from an old couple’s stall nearby.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey Steph, me again, I'm on a bit of a streak here: I just spent until midday in bed with such a brilliant Johnlock ghoststory, I simply had to share it and ask for more. So, the story, giant rec: The Master of Latham Hall by Kryptaria on AO3. (can't include link in an ask, ugh) And then the question: please please please give me more Johnlock haunted house case fics or the like. Ghost cases. Gah. October has me in its paws.

@miss-marvel95​ said to inevitably-johnlocked: Halloween fics? :D

HI GUYS!! 

Hope it’s okay I put both of your fic reqs together since they’re both for a theme of Halloween, LOL!! 

Thought it would be a good time to update all my Halloween-y fics and all the ones I have MFL’d over the past couple years. Note that I am posting JUST Ghost fics or fics labelled Halloween! PLEASE check out the masterpost I made last year to a HUGE list of supernatural-type fics, so there will be some Vampires, werewolves, creepy fics, etc. on that list for you @dreamingbrownie if you want more than just “Halloween” fics, LOL! 

I hope you guys enjoy this list, and PLEASE add your own Halloween fics!!!!!!

GHOSTS & HALLOWEEN

See also: 

MASTERPOST: Halloween Fics (October 2018)

Ghosts / Figments

Dies After the Fall and Becomes a Ghost

By the Graveside by CraftyLion (K, 1,505 w., 1 Ch. ||  Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Death) – But what if Sherlock never really survived The Fall? What if the Sherlock in the graveyard was merely a spirit, forlornly watching his friend from the Other Realm?

33 by Indigo Blue.x (K+, 2,936 w., 1 Ch. || Humour) – "I haven't made a zombie," Sherlock says scathingly, which would be more convincing if there were not a zombie in the flat.

Equine Arse Anonymity by Kayjaykayme (E,  3,834 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Public Sex, Coming in Pants, Humour, Halloween, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple's costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn't agree and exacts sweet revenge.

Electric Potential by pygmymeese (T, 5,011 w., 1 Ch. || Supernatural) – It's not clear why everyone in the world suddenly gets a ghost only they can interact with. All John Watson knows is that he's stuck with a brilliant, if smug, ex-consulting detective, and that life is definitely looking up.

London's Ghost by JustlikeWater (K+, 5,642 w., 1 Ch. || Tragedy, H/C, Angst, Post-TRF AU, Sherlock POV) – "Today, it's been weeks since Sherlock died. Other times, years. He doesn't know for sure, though. Time passes differently for the dead"

The Haunting of 221B Baker Street by earlgreytea68 (M, 10,388 w., 2 Ch. || Post TRF, Halloween / Ghosts, Pining Sherlock, Ghost Sherlock, Stroppy Sherlock, Sherlock POV, First Kiss/Time, Angry Sex, Ghost Sex, Love Confessions, Open / Ambiguous Ending) – In which Sherlock Holmes is a ghost.

To See You Again by Arisprite (T, 11,255 w., 1 Ch. || Suspense, H/C, Supernatural) – When John wakes to a world where no one can see or hear him, it takes everything he has, including the upheaval of past mistakes to find out what happened in time to save his own life. No slash.

The Red Dianthus by kinklock (T, 11,382 w., 3 Ch. || Supernatural Elements, BAMF!John, Misunderstandings, Fluff, Romance, Halloween, Dev. Rel., Case Fic) – The boys investigate a mysterious disappearance in a supposedly haunted house, and get much more than they bargained for.

Fear Itself by KCS (K+, 12,289 w., 3 Ch. || Suspense, Friendship) – John is accustomed to being kidnapped by now, but he never expected a criminal to adopt Mycroft's method of doing so, to ensure he comes along without a fight.

Hallowed Eve by EventHorizon (T, 14,750 w., 6 Ch. || First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Halloween) – It probably wasn't the smartest idea to let Sherlock choose the costumes for Halloween, but John never considered himself the smartest man in the room, anyway.

I Think I’ve Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) – One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w., 12 Ch. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

MARKED FOR LATER:

A Spirited Companion by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel (T, 3,124 w. || ASiP AU, Ghosts, Crack) – In which John is a ghost haunting the skull on Sherlock’s mantlepiece.

In a manner of speaking I’m dead by fellshish (T, 6,372 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Mystrade, Angst With Happy Ending, PIning, First Kiss, Drunk Idiots, Drinking Games, Humour) – Sherlock and John accidentally dress in matching outfits for Lestrade’s Halloween party. Things only get worse: someone pushes them to play ‘Never have I ever’.

Let’s Say I Let You In by kedgeree (E, 9,972 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Halloween, Costume Kink, Est. Rel., Humour, Smut, Vampire Sherlock, Bloodplay, Biting, Romance) – It’s Halloween and Sherlock’s vampire costume is turning John on, but Sherlock doesn’t quite get the idea of a sexy vampire. At least…not at first. Part 4 of the Holidays series

Hallowe'en Homecoming by earlybloomingparentheses (T, 12,594 w., 1 Ch. || Unconventional Relationship, Halloween, Sherlock’s Childhood, Family Videos) – Sherlock and John are solving a case when Mycroft turns up and persuades Sherlock to return home for his mother’s Hallowe'en celebration. John thinks that seeing where Sherlock grew up will help him understand the detective better; instead, he finds himself more confused than ever. But it’s John Watson’s job to look after Sherlock Holmes, come hell, high water, or Hallowe'en, so that’s just what he’s going to do.

Balance by Laur (E, 13,939 w. || First Time, Alternate Universes, ASiP AU, Soulmates, Ghost Sex, Supernatural Elements) –  Each stuck in a universe where the other does not exist, a distortion of space allows Sherlock and John to meet each other through touch alone.

The Halloween Party by XistentialAngst (M, 19,044 w., 3 Ch. || Halloween, Sexy Sherlock, Vampires, Costumes/Disguises, Mutual Masturbation, BAMF John, First Time, Humour, Romance, Frottage, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John attend a Halloween party on the trail of a vampire killer – a man who’s been seducing his victims and taking all their blood. Sexy costumes, bad puns, hideous danger, frantic sex in hidden places and some Halloween-flavored fluff are all on hand to “treat” you. Boo.

A Spirit In 221B by bbcatemysoul (T, 19,359 w., 8 Ch. || Ghost Sherlock, Past Drug Use / Overdose, Humour, First Meetings, Paranormal, Fluff, Pre-Slash) – John rents a flat, only to find that it’s already occupied by the ghost of a previous tenant. Part 1 of the A Spirit In 221B series

The Haunting of Sherlock Holmes by MapleleafCameo (E, 25,333 w., 9 Ch. || Ghosts, First Kiss / Time, Supernatural Elements, Mysterious Disappearance, Ghost Sex, Hauntings) – Forced by his interfering git of a brother to the countryside to recuperate, Sherlock stumbles upon a 60 year old mystery. Captain John Watson, returning after WWII mysteriously disappeared one night. Bored, Sherlock investigates, but what if Watson didn’t disappear? What if he’s still there? Sort of a ghost story. Eventual Johnlock

The Afterlife of Doctor John H. Watson by flawedamythyst (G, 31,103 w., 1 Ch. || Ghost!Watson, ACD Canon) – An account of Doctor Watson’s actions in the years following his death.

The Master of Latham Hall by Kryptaria (T, 47,679 w., 11 Ch. || Post-TRF, Angst, Fluff, Sussex Downs, Ghosts) – Ten years after meeting Sherlock Holmes, John Watson has successfully kept only one secret from the world’s only consulting detective: the most important secret he’s ever had.Now, drawn into an impossible web of murders at Latham Hall, John learns the terrible price a man must pay for keeping certain things secret.

FictoberLock 2018 by FinAmour & unicornpoe (M, 60,875 w., 31 Ch. || Halloween, Protective John, Smitten Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Injured Sherlock, Various Prompts) – 31 different prompts, 31 Johnlock fics: one every day for the month of October! Each chapter is a stand-alone story. Some are written by unicornpoe, some by FinAmour, and some are written by us both! They range in length from ~500 words to ~3500 words, and there’s something in here for everyone.

Skeletons by flawedamythyst (T, 174,262 w. across 3 works || Implied Character Death) – Sherlock’s refusal to talk about his past hides far more skeletons than John could ever have guessed at. Halloween-esque AU.

[of2worldsxmuses]

LADIES NIGHT OUT // CHARLIE, CLAUDE & VALERIA

Description: Charlie and Valeria takes Claude out to a club for a night of fun.

Warning: Nothing. Other than some kissing.

Charlie wasn’t the type of woman who would want to play dress up. Half the time, she threw on whatever she felt most comfortable having on and went on her merry way. Tonight was different however. Tonight, she was going out with Val and Claude, so she didn’t want to look like a slob. Deciding that Val would be the best person to help her with her outfit, she headed over to her best friend’s apartment and begged, “Val, you have an hour to help me get dressed before Claude gets here. I hope you’re  up for the challenge.” She knew her friend would be able to do it and in less than an hour, she was fully dressed, makeup done and all. “I look pretty… Thank you!” She said in a teasing manner as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Val was actually very excited for this girls night out. She had been spending so much time with Ezra, she needed some girl time. And what did she like more than girl time…getting people dressed up. So when Charlie came down for her help she was more than ready. She picked out a dress that looked amazing on her, put on her makeup, and fixed her hair. She was finishing up her own makeup when she heard Charlie’s comment, “You do look pretty, and we are going to be the hottest women in the place tonight.” She giggled and gave herself a few sprtizes of her favorite perfume, when she heard the doorbell, “Look like Claude is here, I’ll get it.” She went to the door, and opened it with a smile, “Hey there, don’t you look amazing tonight?”

Life has always played it easy for Claude. Always being told that she’s beautiful and with the training  she had, the countless balls the young lady attended. It all added to Claude making more aware of her own elegant figure and  where to shine her curves and skin, when she can. Claude heard from Charlie that Val would make her dolled up, but she honestly did not have much confident in being dressed or ‘dolled up’ when she didn’t get full control of her own surroundings and especially what she wears. Claude got herself all sparkling for this night’s event, picking a night sky blue lace  dress and matching heels to match her figure out in the public. Finally the domme takes her small purse with her before walking over to Valeria’s place . Waiting for the door to open, Claude smiles flashing her blood red lipstick and smiling at the younger girl. “Hi Valeria.” Claude states with a smile. “I hope my outfit is all right. I’ve not been to an event or a bar dress so flashy in a very long time.”

“I hope so because I look like a million bucks.” Charlie returned with a laugh and studied her reflection with a bright smile. She really did look pretty. Val had done a great job getting her ready, like she knew her best friend would. The first thing she did was take out her phone and snap a photo of herself, quickly adding the text: Ladies night. Do I look pretty, daddy? She managed to send it to Dev before the doorbell rang. “Looks like it. Let’s go meet her and get out of here.” She said as she reached for her clutch and headed to the door. Her features was a picture of excitement when she greeted the domme. “You look amazing! I always knew you were pretty. Let’s get going, shall we?” She waited for Val to lock up and once they were all headed out of the building, she asked. “Where to first, Val?”

Valeria smiled brightly, “Oh wow you do look amazing Claude, and don’t worry, there is no such thing as too flashy.” She grabbed her purse and keys, “Yes let’s go! We can go to Club Fire, it is Montague owned, and their drinks are amazing. Also the music is always amazing, so we can get our dance on.” She shimmied her hips, and  smiled. After locking up, the ladies headed downstairs, “I got us a car service for tonight, so we don’t have to worry about driving later.” Val had on a tight, black and gold dress, with black Vuitton stilettos. They got to the car, and it was drinks waiting for them, “A little pre game action going on!” She smiled, and poured them each a shot of bourbon.

“You both look equally amazing. Gosh I don’t think I can get my eyes off you two for a second.” She laughs before flushing a bit and feeling her cheeks brighten, Claude just couldn’t help but feel a bit shy due to the compliments. Club fire? It was a name the girl has heard time and time again yet she only went there for business and now she’s anxious wondering who she would meet tonight. “You really aren’t holding anything back are you Valeria? Sounds like you had everything plan out. Wait did you two plan this out from the beginning?” Claude replies going into the car and taking the glass into her hand. “Let’s make a toast to a great ladies night out.” She adds holding the drink in her hand and looking at both Valeria and Charlie.

“Oh please, you know you always look beautiful.” Was Charlie’s response to the domme. She nodded her head at Val when she told them that they would be going to Club Fire. She’d never been there before, nor was she the type to frequent night clubs, so she would just have to put all her faith on Val. “Sounds like a great place to be.” She stated with a smile as they made their way outside. “Woah, Val. You didn’t have to go all out, but since it’s on you, I’m not going to stop you either.” She chuckled before putting her attention back on Claude. “I didn’t plan this. Just so you know, if we’re going out with Val, she tend to go overboard. That’s just how she is.” She figured that the domme would have known that by now since the two were close. They entered the car and reached for the drink that was already laid out. “Here… Here… To a ladies night we will never forget!” She toasted, raising her glass in the air.

Valeria did a little pose, “Thank you Claude, like I told Charlie, we are going to be the hottest women there tonight.” Modesty was out the window tonight, she knew they were hot, and she was going to say it. She laughed at how they were talking about going all out, “This is actually small in comparison to my usual events, but if you ladies want to see Valeria Montague go all out, I can make a few phone calls.” She laughed, and held up her drink, “Yes! To the best night ever! And to the hottest bitches in Verona!” She clinked her glass with Charlie and Claude. “And don’t worry about price, tonight is on me, so get whatever you want, no matter what. And if you find someone you want to go home, just say the word.” She giggled.

Valeria going overboard? That didn’t surprise Claude at all. Nope, in fact she could have easily guess what lengths would the young girl really go to.“ I just thought you might have. Goodness know what really runs in Valeria head.” She laughs.  "Your uncle would kill me Valeria if you did this all time time. I wouldn’t dare to hazard a guess on  lord Oz reaction if he heard you talking like this.“ She adds while taking down the whole shot. "You know if you two party hard tonight I might actually need to be on guard to keep you both from getting hurt and stay safe.” If it was one thing it was Claude own defensive stance which she always takes into consideration even when she was not officially on the job. “So just how far can you take this?”

Charlie took a sip of her drink and smiled at the two ladies once they’d made their toast.  "God, you are so loud.“ She teased Val and shifted her attention to Claude. "We might have to cut this one off soon.” She said pointing at Val. “Don’t make me call Ezra on you.” She was teasing of course and would never dream of doing anything of the sort. “I wasn’t planning on getting hammered. I still have to get up early tomorrow for my morning jog.” She told Claude with a wink. “And will you please stop worrying so much? You’re gonna wrinkle sooner. Please just try to have a good time…” She laughed at Val’s last comment. “Don’t look at me, I’m not looking to score.” Not that she needed it. She scored on a daily basis after her morning runs with a certain tall, dark, and handsome dominant.

Valeria shrugged her shoulders, “I may be loud, but I’m right. Because I’m going to make sure we have a lot of fun tonight.” She looked at Claude, “You know if my uncle heard me say that, he would be okay, where do you think I got my extravagant lifestyle from?” She laughed, and took her drink, “My uncle likes the finer things ladies, and he would only want the best for his family. But Charlie is right Claude, you need to relax and let loose, don’t worry about keeping us safe. As per order of Lady Montague, we have security who will be with us all night, just not all up in us.” She was proud of herself for getting things done for tonight. She cut her eyes back at Charlie, “You can call him, he’ll just join in the fun, and I’ll get laid tonight. Sounds like a win/win for me!” She laughed, “Oh I’m not worried about you scoring, I’ll just call a certain artist for that.”

Just like what Charlie said. Claude needed to wake up early tomorrow, she wasn’t going to let this one night consume her mentally that she couldn’t function with the job. It was her entire purpose that she live and strives towards. “It’s in my nature to worry about you two and the rest of the Montague. If I weren’t worrying I wouldn’t be myself you know. I can’t stop worrying, I might be able too if you both show me how to have a great time. I’ll leave that to you both” She shrugs her shoulders, gosh talking about Lord Oz like that made her bite her teeth. Claude knew what type of man he is and to this day, she owed everything to him. “How often do you two party? I feel so out of the loop here.” She wonders if she would even be on the right length to ‘score’ or what they were really getting on with their conversation.

“You know me, I always have fun.” Charlie told Val with a wink before taking a sip of her drink. She kept her smile when her friend spoke about her uncle. Although she didn’t really know the man, she could see why the two would be alike. They were blood related after all. “I know you’re worried, but for once, you should just let your hair down and like Val just said, we have people watching out for us too. It doesn’t all have to be on you.” She said to Claude kindly. Upon hearing Val’s retort, she let out a laugh. “Oh I’m sure he will. Dios mio, will you stop thinking about getting laid for once?” She shook her head and felt her cheeks warming. “Don’t be ridiculous. Unlike you I’m not worried about getting laid.” She looked back at the domme to answer her question then. “I don’t party very often. This is the second time since my move to Verona.” When the car came to a stop, she smiled brightly and made a cheeky comment. “Looks like it’s time to party, ladies… Are we ready?”

Valeria didn’t want Charlie to keep things tamed, and she definitely didn’t want Claude to be on guard, she wanted them to let loose. “Listen ladies, you are with Valeria Montague, owner of Parties by Val, so you know I know how to plan a banging night out. And if you two ruin it by being careful, and responsible, then why are we going out? We are young, beautiful, and have money to burn, so can you both loosen up and have fun?” She was used to partying it up, with no thought about the next day, so she wanted that tonight. Maybe it was all a front for her trying to cope with missing her uncle. She nodded, “Oh trust me, I’m not worried…it’s inevitable that I’m going to get laid at some point.” She finished off her drink, knowing that if Ezra was called, it would only enhance her evening. Once they got to the club, she got out and walked to the door, and hugged the bouncer, “Tony, look at you looking all handsome tonight.” She smiled and watched him blush a bit. “So tell me there is room for me and my hot friends.” He nodded, “Of course it is, always for you.” She gave him a huge smile, “Grazie Tony.” She waved her friends inside, “Let’s go and get our party on ladies.” They went in, and was escorted to the VIP section, “So ladies, what are we drinking tonight?”

If there was one ounce of trouble Claude would be able to sniff it out of any situation which is why she does not intend to be drunk unless her friends make her. Looking outside as the car stops. She let her hair come loose for a bit, letting it spring down on both ends. “You’re right Valeria.” Claude said to answer herself. “So do us all a favour and get this party rocking. You want me to loosen up? Well I’ll show you ladies how to have some fun.” She laughs, although she knew it in herself that she wasn’t as big of a party animal like Lord Oz or even Valeria herself. But she did have somewhat experience after being invited over and over and over again. Going outside of the car Claude surveyed her surrounding and looked at both the bouncer and those lining up to enter the place. Smiling and thanking Tony for the space inside the club, it has been a while since she has seen him, although not for clubbing but for actual business meeting. Following along to the vip section as they stopped their footstep “I need a few shots, whiskey, you two?” She asked “I wonder who can hold a stronger liquor,  Charlie or Valeria, not that I’m suggesting it.”

The mood in the limo seemed to shift once she brought up the fact that they had arrived. It made Charlie smile even brighter. She might not be into partying, nor was she much of a drinker, but for tonight, she was more than happy to make the exception. Besides, she wanted Claude to relax for a change. The woman was wound up too tightly and she didn’t like seeing her that way. Following behind Val, she watched as she greeted Tony. Charlie had already met the man when she and Val went out a few weeks back. He was nice enough, so she gave him a wave as she was entering the club. Once they were shown to their VIP section, she placed her purse down and smiled at Val. “I’ll have whatever you have. You know I don’t drink much…” She looked back at Claude and answered her. “That would be Val. I pass out after a few drinks.” There was no point in lying, she had never been a great drinker and probably never would be, though she didn’t see why she should be ashamed of it. It wasn’t like having the ability to outdrink someone was going to earn her a medal.

Valeria was glad that both Charlie and Claude were seeming to loosen up some, and get into the spirit of partying. They were there to have a good time, and she was going to make that happen. She smiled brightly at Claude, “Now that’s what I’m talking about! We are going to get loose, and have some fun.” Hearing Claude order whiskey was a clear indication that she was ready to cut loose. “I’m more of a tequila girl myself, so I need a few shots of that.” She laughed seeing the look on Charlie’s face, and hearing her response, “Yeah, Charlie is not a big drinker, but she knows how to have fun, so it balances out.” She ordered their drinks, and was already dancing in her seat, “The music here is awesome, we are definitely going to get our dance on! I promise you that.”

It was as if, when Claude relaxed things seem to just die down  and the mood around them vanish yet what was left was actually a brighter and somber like environment, one that she was used too far far too many times. Taking a shot of the whiskey she ordered. Claude takes a long sip of it. Letting it run through her throat and mouth.  “Well come on than you’ve invited me out, it’s about time we get some action happening. I would love to be on the dance floor. It’s been way too long.” She laughs going back to the days of just pure relaxation and feeling it empower her younger self. “Also hope you don’t mind but gosh we need to get Charlie wasted tonight.” She grins nudging Charlie gently and looking at Valeria. “How much can you drink yourself? Ever been highly intoxicated with the drinks? Or are you not one too daring?”

Charlie’s intention for tonight was always to help Claude loosen up a little. She’d been working way too hard and needed to have a night of fun. It was nice to see that the domme was finally able to let go of the reigns she’d been holding on so hard to. “Let’s get you some drinks first and then we dance.” She said with a smile before returning her attention to Val. “You heard her, I might not be a big drinker, but I sure can liven up a party.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, yet not a lie either. She wasn’t the type to go crazy in parties, but for tonight, if she had to be that way, then she would. “Oh no… There will be no wasted Charlie tonight. I refuse to suffer a hangover tomorrow.” She shook her head at the idea. While the two spoke, a waitress came over asking for their order. Knowing that Claude wanted Whiskey, she ordered two shots for her and four Tequila shots for her and Val. “Pretty sure Val can drink a whole bottle of Tequila and not get wasted.” She joined in the conversation once the waitress left. “Also, our drinks are on the way!”

Val was excited to see both Claude and Charlie getting into the party mood, and they were just going to cut loose and have a good time. She was glad Charlie ordered the drinks, “We will take back these drinks and then hut the dance floor to shake what our momma’s gave us.” She laughed and shook her head, “ I don’t think I could drink a whole bottle of tequila, I would be on the floor.” She laughed, and thanked the waitress when she brought the drinks over, “Come on ladies, grab your drinks….Cheers!” She threw it back, and blew out a  breath, “That’s good! Now let’s dance!”

“Thanks you Charlie for ordering the drinks and the waitress for serving.” Claude says smiling at the young girl with their drinks and taking the drink up. “Cheers.” She added before drinking the liquor. “Gosh that hits the spot.” She chuckles running her eyes around the place and feeling it burn down her own throat. “You know something it’s almost like a god send that you invited us here out tonight Charlie.” She smiles following Valeria to the dance floor and looking around the place. Feet tapping as the music begins to grow on her.  “Let us dance. It’s going to be fun.” She smiles taking a stance herself and twirling her body around. “I always do enjoy letting my body roam with the rhythm”

“I don’t know, Val. I think you would look good on the floor.” Charlie teased when Val joked about not being able to drink a full bottle of Tequila on her own. She’d seen her friend drink, and although she couldn’t drink a bottle on her own, the other woman could outdrink a lot of people. Once the drinks arrived, she thanked the kind waitress, took a shot glass and raised her glass. “Cheers!” She took a shot and felt the warmth immediately running through her veins. “Ugh, I hate the taste but love the buzz. Let’s dance!” She downed the other shot before following her friends to the dance floor. Since she was such a lightweight, she could already feel the effects of the alcohol and it made her feel even happier as she swayed to the music along with her friends. “I think I’m going to need more Tequila! Let’s get me hammered!” She told the two ladies, clearly not thinking clearly.

Valeria rolled her eyes at Charlie’s comment, “Only if there is a man on to of me, will I want to be on the floor.” She chuckled, but took the shot, and was soon heading to the dance floor with Claude and Charlie. They danced and danced and was having a great time. It was nice to see them having fun, and that was all Val wanted for the night. A few guys tried to come and dance with them, but they mostly danced with each other. The only man Val wanted to dance with was Ezra, so those other guys didn’t stand a chance with her, but she would happily hook Claude up with a cute little submissive. ��She was shocked hearing Charlie wanted to get hammered, “It’s your night love, and if you want to get hammered, so be it.” She looked back at the bar, “More tequila!!!”

Wow it really had been a long time for Claude to even hear such conversation. It was like night and day different. How much she could possibly take is another story yet hearing such teasing made her giggle all up inside. “I wonder how much drinks Charlie can take.” She laughs holding nothing back and enjoying the dance floor. Seeing the boys made her roll her eyes. Honestly this was why she barely went out. “Hey Val. How often do these boys come here?” She questions being slightly alert yet also slightly tipsy from the liquor she consumed. “More Whiskey here.” She says adding to Val’s words of getting more alcohol. “I wonder just how many subs I can get around my finger tonight.” She challenge herself knowing fully well that two wasn’t enough for her inner self and satisfaction.

Despite knowing that she was going to be praying to the toilet later, Charlie just wanted to let loose tonight. She’d been paying too much attention to work this past year, after her breakup with Kevin and had neglected to have fun. Now that things were finally starting to look up, she thought that she deserved a night of fun and was glad to have an excuse to get herself wasted. “It’s our night and we should all be getting hammered!” She answered Val and then put a partial attention to the boys that Claude was pointing towards. “Weren’t they here the other night too, Val?” Not that she cared very much, if she wanted to have sex, she had Dev to satisfy her needs, there really was no need for her to check out other men. The waitress arrived with a tray of shots, and without thinking, she grabbed one. “Ladies, I don’t know what this is, but I’m drinking it.” She laughed and then downed the shot, feeling even more buzzed now.

Valeria was having a blast now, and she hoped Claude and Charlie felt the same way. By seeing them dancing, and looking happy, she was sure that they were. Her body was letting her feel the music as she swayed from side to side. She smirked at Claude’s statement, “Oh I think you can have as many submissives as you want, I mean you are one hot domme, and if I was not almost taken, then I would be all over you.” She laughed seeing Charlie take the shot of….whatever she drank, because that was so not like her. But she also followed suit, and grabbed a drink and gulped it down, “Wooo! That burns so good. She pulled Charlie and Claude into a hug, "I love you guys!” She was feeling the buzz from the drinks settling in, and she liked it.

Seeing Charlie and Valeria have so much fun, it brings a smile to the domme’s lips.  It’s friends like them that made her job worth doing. Claude was trained in holding her liquor and to  maintain her thoughts despite how tipsy she gets. This made her a valuable asset to the tower and people she surrounded herself with.  "Darn. Having Lord’s Oz’s neice that…. Sounds too dangerous.“ She spoke to herself chuckling at the thought. "Excuse me ladies.” Seeing Charlie take whatever it was and Valeria follow suit, she knew it was nearly time to clench her mind and focus on her surrounding.  Walking up to the bar tender as she orders herself a drink of water with a half drunken mind for herself and cancelling her own whiskey.

Charlie felt like she was floating, she was buzzed and could’ve sworn she wouldn’t feel a thing if someone were to punch her. When Val pulled her into a hug, she smiled brightly. “I love you too! Thank you for making me come to Verona! I’m having so much sex here, I can barely walk!” Of course she was only saying these things because she was drunk and feeling happy. Under normal circumstances she would never act this way. Awareness seized her attention as she took notice of Claude walking away. “Where is she going? Claude, come back! Tell her to come back, Val. Where is she going?” She was pouting now, though she made no attempt at moving, probably because her legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.

Valeria giggled hearing how Claude reacted to her, “Danger is always involved when you are dealing with Valeria Montague, and only a small part of it, is because of my uncle.” She winked at Claude, and focused back to Charlie, and giggled, “That’s amazing Char….you need to have all the sex you want here. Like me and EZ! We have sex all the time.” She could feel her head swimming, but she liked the buzz, so she didn’t care. She turned around so fast to see where Claude was going, she stumbled into Charlie’s arms, “You caught me! I knew you loved me. But I don’t know where she is going, maybe to get more SHOTS!” She squealed, and put her finger on Charlie’s lips, “No pouting, she’ll be back. Besides, you are way too hot tonight to pout.”

Danger is always involve? The way Valeria said that had Claude to be far more aware of what was going down. This further made her considering drinking the water to be helpful for her. Walking back to the girls, Claude felt a bit daze. “Are you two seriously all right?” She questions, thanking that the drinks she ordered previously didn’t do much to affect her brain beside giving her a certain buzz. “Do you two need water or anything to help calm yourselves down?” She say, although guessing ninety percent things would go above their heads.  Dancing back to the beat of the music as she opens her mouth. Wondering her previous thoughts but deciding to play it a bit more chill with them. “You both are so sexy tonight. I just can’t help but assure myself of you two.”

It was rather pathetic how much of a lightweight Charlie was. While most people could handle a lot more alcohol in their system, she could pass out after just four shots. Thankfully, she wasn’t throwing up right then, she just felt happy and her body was humming with energy. “Of course I love you, silly, you’re my bestie.” She chuckled at the word, “Bestie is such a silly word.” When Val put a finger against her lip, she squinted her eyes and shook her head, “Was not pouting,” she corrected, despite having done so earlier. “Claude!!! There you are. Don’t leave us again. We were so worried about you.” She greeted the domme with a chuckle, putting her arms around the other woman. “You look pretty too. I love your eyes and lips.” Not knowing what came over her, she wrapped an arm around the domme’s neck and placed a kiss on her lips. “Mmm… You have soft lips.” Then she zeroed in on Val and kissed her as well. “You have soft lips too, Val.”

Valeria was having a blast, and being there with Charlie and Claude was what she was missing, just girls night. She laughed at how Charlie was reacting to Claude coming back, “Obviously she missed you Claude, so you are not allowed to leave us again.” She laughed, and struck a little pose at the compliments, “I think we are all some sexy bitches tonight, and there is nothing anyone can say tonight to make me change my mind.” Her eyes went wide when she saw Charlie lean over and kiss Claude, “Whoa! How hot!” But then she soon found herself on the receiving end of a kiss from Charlie, and she couldn’t lie, it was kinda hot. “You have soft lips too Charlie, but now I feel slighted, because I don’t know what Claude’s lips feel like.” She decided to change that, so she moved in and pulled Claude in for a kiss, She giggled, “She does have soft lips!”

She wasn’t allowed to leave them? Claude chuckles from the thought of being tied down to the two. But it was much better than she would like to admit. Holding Charlie gently. Claude takes a long look at the girl. “You really are cute when you’re like this.” She says not wanting to spoil the fun for the two. Turning her attention to Valeria as she receives the kiss. Claude let’s out a laugh. Loving just how their drunken mind has got them. Although truth be told, she did find this very hot. Wrapping her own arm around both them gently. One left and right of her. “You both can have me tonight if that’s what you want.” She grins although wondering how drunk Valeria really is. “But wouldn’t the ones you two are madly in love with be jealous?” She ask making sure she wasn’t stepping onto any ground which could jeopardize their relationship. However she knew this question would fall onto deaf ear due to how much the girls have really drank on this night out.

Clearly out of her mind, Charlie would have never kissed both of the women under normal circumstances. Her heart already belonged to someone else, but with alcohol impairing her judgment, she found herself unable to stop from kissing each of the ladies. “You both have very soft lips.” She said, her features clearly showing her drunkness. “I need another kiss and to ride a dick. I know! I’ll text Dev!” Her words were spoken so loudly, it wouldn’t be a surprise if everyone heard it over the loud music. While she swayed–not from the music, but her inebriated state–she took out her phone and sent Dev a drunken text. “I need to sit down. Dev will be here to pick me up.” She mumbled, still looking at the screen of her smartphone and stumbled away to find somewhere to sit as she continued with the text. She didn’t know how long she waited, but it didn’t feel all that long before Dev came to drive her home.

This wasn’t the first time Valeria kissed her friends when she was this drunk, but it was always fun to do that every now and then. She laid her head on Claude’s shoulders as he pulled her closer to her, “Ezra wouldn’t care, he just wants to fuck around anyway. But you wouldn’t want me and my baggage, I’m damaged goods.” She never said anything like that out loud before, although she felt that way. After Emmet was killed, she felt like she would never be in love again, and all she was good for, was to be a bed warmer. But the alcohol gave her loose  lips, and all her emotions came out. She looked over to what Charlie was talking about, “You better go get that D Bitch!!!” She laughed and watched her stumble away, “Guess it’s just you and me Claude!” She grabbed her and started dancing with her, “So that cute little blonde sub hasn’t taken his eyes off you. You should go get you someone for tonight, because Charlie is going to Deviano’s place, and I think I’m going to give Ez a call.” She felt her phone buzzing, and she picked it up and laughed, “It’s Ez…he is wondering where I am…” She liked that he was concerned. “I guess I don’t have to call him.” She giggled.

Honestly this night has been great, and Claude couldn’t thank them both enough to make her night a wild and amazing one. Smiling as she saw Charlie texting and being picked up. It takes her a moment to breathe gently. Good lord that girl’s a hassle to deal with. But a hassle she would sacrifice every and any ounce to protect her. Looking at Valeria laughing at the thought. She nods her head, confirming the sub’s words. “Honestly Val. You say the craziest of all things. What do I even have to do to ensure both of you are safe. You know you should get yourself rested and taken care off before you start worrying about me.” She laughs reaching her finger to pinch Val’s cheeks. “I’ll see you two later when you’re back in your right mind.” Claude says not taking her eye off Valeria not even for one second until she leaves the room safely.

[keytherapist]

I wanted to make this a separate dev post but-- 

hings about atlas’ appearance from pre memory loss/heart shattering and after his heart is repaired:

I believe i mentioned this in another post but his hair/eye color are the way they are now because the color started to drain from him when his heart was being taken by a heartless. I kind of contribute this to the ‘wonder’ being pulled out of him - which is why alot of his personality didn’t stick after his heart was reconstructed and how he lost most of his memory of wonderland. Without that part of him he lost what truly made him ‘mad’ to begin with. 

the bracelets he has now literally can’t be taken off. they were handcuffs that were magically turned into the bracelets after all  - and handcuffs aren’t supposed to come off. Atlas was bothered by it at first, extremely so - even asked Wynter to take his smithing tools to them but it ended up with Atlas getting burns around his wrists as the bracelets reacted negatively. He’s since learned to deal with them but secretly he wishes he could rip them off and at times when he’s stressed - tries to do just that as a distraction. 

The heart clip that was in his hair later was the one wynter would wear in his hair. Atlas gave to him as a gift - but took off the extra bits as it made it distracting for Wynter to work with. 

The shirt he currently wears is the only part of the outfit he kept. The rest of it is hidden away in a box Sometimes he’ll forget it’s there until he finds it again and gets super nostalgic over it even though he can’t remember wearing it for more than a few hours.

Funfact uhhh wynter never actually saw Atlas’ original eye color so as far as he knew they were always silver.

[dear2022]

Two Too Many

Dear 2022, 

My school is weird and made me go back in person since I’m in a first year course while the rest of my courses don’t go back in person until next week. Luckily I had a few friends in my year on campus to keep me company. However, I think my day started going downhill after talking to THE homie Mikey. He didn’t do anything wrong himself--it was actually really nice of him--but I think he just jinxed me. 

I don’t remember how we got into that conversation but he apologized for not walking behind me on an escalator. This happened in the summer during the time we were frosh leaders. Basically, I am directionally challenged and get quite lost pretty easily. So he walked me to my bus station downtown (trust me the new station is pretty fucking confusing). But to get to my platform we had to go up a set of escalators. Mikey was just worried that he would make me uncomfortable by being behind me since...my ass would literally be in his face. Since it wasn’t him behind me, there was another guy and he made a comment about my ass *sigh*. Long story short, I told Mikey it would’ve been okay if he was the one behind me because I know he isn’t like that and I know that he’s more of a tiddie man LMFAO. 

Okay, fast forward to when I needed to take my local bus home. I was just tired, my feet were in pain and I was just trying to get to the terminal. Then in my peripheral vision I see a guy CHASE me down and stopped me. I thought I dropped something or he was going to ask for directions. NO. This guy who looks at least 40-years-old says, “I just saw you from the distance and I needed to tell you how beautifully attractive you are.” 

I just blanked, said thanks, and tried to leave. This dude could’ve just kept admiring from the distance, he really didn’t need to RUN ME DOWN.

Nah this guy keeps GOING. His “compliments” were so damn specific it was creepy. This guy said: 

“I just loved your big dark brown doe-like eyes.” 

“You look so put together, the outfit makes you look stunning.” 

“Even the way you walk is so dream-like!”

Bro who the fuck says that???? I told him I was just tired and that I really needed to catch the bus. His response... 

“Oh shit I’m so sorry but you just have to know your walk is nice and floaty. At least let me walk you to the doors of the terminal so you can catch your bus.” 

I was so panicked at this point because I didn’t want this random man trying to hit on me to follow me. So I said, “Uh, sorry sir but I’m seventeen.” 

I’m not--I’m a few years over legal but I’m short enough that it could pass. But ayeo this man is fucking weird and didn’t even apologize. 

“Oh no no we can’t have that. I thought you were at least eighteen with the way you looked so nicely.” Then I don’t remember what happened exactly, but he BOOKED it in the direction he came from. This brown dude looked fully grown, had a beard down to his chest and was only like an inch taller than me. 

I specifically said brown dude because the SAME EXACT thing happened to Rose at the same mall but at least one that was younger. The way both these guys both first said, ‘I just saw you from the distance and had to tell you you’re beautiful.” NAH BECAUSE WHERE ARE THEY SPAWNING FROM????

Then there was one that spawned in my Instagram DMs. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence since I visited the engineering building on campus with Mikey today but this guy’s bio had ‘software dev’ from *insert school name*. I only followed him back because we’re from the same school so why not right? Yeah no. I SWEAR. WHO SLIDES INTO SOMEONE'S DMS LIKE THAT???? I was still reeling from the earlier situation and did not have the energy to deal with more bullshit. Should I mention I’m on my period? Anyways, here’s how the whole conversation went.

Guy #2: Hello 👋 what’s your major? Guy #2: I mean what year haha

Me: Hi! Biomedical science 2nd year 🕺 *Guy #2 reacts w/ ❤️*

Guy #2: Oh poor you for doing it online

Me: Dafuq we go back in person next week 

Guy #2: Haha Guy #2: I’m just teasing you

Me: Mhmm

Guy #2: Don’t mind Guy #2: You live on campus or off? 

Me: Off

Guy #2: Oh which area? 

Me: Okay bro what do you want? 🗿🗿🗿

Guy #2: Oh lol just curious and random Guy #2: Nvm 😂 *I react w/ 🕺* Guy #2: What are your hobbies? 

Me: Are you done yet?  *Guy #2 reacts w/ 😂*

That’s where it ends. I really don’t know what he was trying to achieve but the group chat definitely had a good laugh about it. 

...

Nah because what the fuck was this???? 

Sincerely,  Me 

P.S. I know I literally haven’t been keeping up with writing all this but it was because school started up again. So most of these would’ve just consisted of ‘ah yeah I did this school work today.’ I’ll keep up eventually. 

02.07.2022

[storylineage]

{   dev  patel  ;  pansexual  ;  cismale   }      —  »     introducing   manav  seeonee  ,    the    twenty  four  year  old    descendant  of    mowgli    from    the  jungle  book .     rumor  is  that  he  has   one  sibling .     it’s  been  speculated  that  he  is  a   zookeeper   at    auradon  zoo   &   wildlife  preserve .     word  is  that  he  is   curious   but  he  can  also  be   reckless .

i  wanna  walk  like  you ,  talk  like  you  too    ---------    the  jungle  book  will  always  have  a  special  place  in  my  heart .    i  used  to  dance  to  the  bare  necessities ,  my  mom  has  me  putting  on  a  performance  to  it  when  i  was  like  four .    plus  dev  patel  is  an  angel !

manav  is  adopted !

like  his  father ,  manav’s  birth  parents  were  lost  to  a  fatal  accident   &   manav  was  left  abandoned  in  the  jungle .

mowgli  found  manav  crying  his  heart  out  in  the  jungle  as  a  baby  &  when  manav  was  soothed  when  mowgli  picked  him  up ,  mowgli  knew  he  couldn’t  leave  him

he  was  brought  back  to  the  wolves ,  the  seeonee  pack ,   &   though  there  was  hesitance  about  taking  in  another  man  cub  the  pack  eventually  agreed  under  the  condition  that  mowgli  be  the  boy’s  primary  care  taker .

found  with  no  name ,  mowgli  started  calling  his  new  child  ‘manav’  which  was  a  name  meaning  ‘young  man’ .

manav  grew  with  the  wolves   &   was  taught  about  the  jungle  from  mowgli ,  who  he  assumed  was  his  actual  blood  father  when  growing  up  as  no  one  told  him  otherwise .

while  manav  learned  the  way  of  the  wolves ,  he  was  also  shown  things  such  as  tools   &   tricks  from  his  father  that  were  more  the  ways  of  man .

when  manav  was  fourteen ,  when  an  invitation  to  auradon  prep  was  delivered  to  him ,  is  when  it  was  finally  revealed  to  him  that  mowgli  was  not  his  birth  father   &   was  informed  of  how  he  was  found .   though  he  loved  his  pack   &   knew  they  preached  the  danger  of  man ,  he  doubted  their  fears .   mowgli  was  a  man ,  he  was  a  man   ---   surely  there  couldn’t  only  be  evil  in  these  people .   just  difference .  he  was  curious  about  this  other  life  they  lived  that  was  a  part  of  him   &   he  just  never  had  the  chance  to  experience  it .

manav  pleaded  that  he  be  allowed  to  go  to  the  school   &   see  the  people  there .   if  it  was  terrible ,  he  swore  to  return  home   &   he  swore  not  to  let  the  humans  take  the  wolf  out  of  him .   he’d  always  be  part  of  the  pack .

while  the  seeonee  pack   &   bagheera  were  heavily  against  it ,  mowgli  understood   &   agreed .

manav  was  very  out  of  place  in  his  time  at  prep ,  having  only  lived  among  animals   &   mowgli  his  entire  life ,  but  slowly  learned  what  life  with  other  people  was  like   &   adapted .   still ,  he  was  often  seen  as  very  strange   &   made  only  a  few  friends .

each  summer ,  he’d  go  home  to  his  pack   &   tell  them  of  the  humans   &   auradon .

he  kept  his  wolf  heart  around  them ,  though .   

eventually ,  with  his  father’s  help ,  he  convinced  them  to  visit ,  swearing  they  wouldn’t  be  harmed .   the  pack  now  lives  closer  to  auradon   &   has  lessened  their  animosity  towards  men  immensely .

after  prep ,  he  went  to   &   was  hired  almost  immediately  at  the  zoo .    his  natural  connection  with  animals  made  hiring  him  a  no  brainer .

at  his  job ,  he  spends  most  of  his  time  in  the  animals’  cages  just  visiting  them .   each  creature  takes  to  him  well   &   he’s  a  very  calming  presence  to  many  of  them .

he  considers  tending  to  the  animals  less  as  work   &   more  as  simply  visiting  his  friends .

sometimes  gets  distracted ,  though ,   &   gets  carried  away  hanging  out  with  some  of  the  animals .

lives  very  simply .   like  he  lives  in  a  tree  somewhere  probably .    has  like  3  outfits  only .   kinda  always  looks  a  mess .

[fox-and-benedict]

[Fanfic, 100% Orange Juice] Favourite Customer

Series: 100% Orange Juice/ QP Shooting ‘verse Words: 1737 Characters: QP, Aru, Arthur, Syura Originally Posted: Janurary 20th, 2017 (blogspot version) A/N: This is is still one of my favourite humour pieces. Although I feel like I’ve drifted away from this style since, I would like to reprise it or reincorporate it into future comedy stories -- nothing that produces the phrase ‘pew pew windmill’ can be bad. This was also the start of my QP/Aru shipping.

Aru's ears drooped. Despite being a functional killing machine equipped with the powers of flight, seasonal gifts, and spewing bullets out of her face, she was still beholden to her lapine nature. Some part of her would always dislike loud noises, unnatural tastes and arguments, and the look on Arthur's face told her that an argument was well on the way. "Hey, Mr Shopkeeper. Give me a cola, with plenty of ice," Syura commanded. Syura was petite, redheaded, and completely unaware of her own particular place on the food chain. There was a certain smugness about her that screamed Stage 1 boss, in Aru's opinion. "Do this look like a grocery store, kid?" Arthur growled, his eye twitching behind his dark glasses. The butt of his cigarette, held loosely at the corner of his mouth in defiance of all smoking laws, crumpled as his jaw begin to grind. "We don't stock cola." "Who cares if you stock it? I asked for a cola. A real, hot-blooded merchant would see this as an opportunity," Syura replied, half wheedling, half scolding. "Oh, believe me, my blood is boiling right about now. I'm a businessman, not an errand boy. How about you take a little walk around the block and get a cola yourself?" "Hey, I'm doing you a favour, businessman. You know how much time and money real businesses spend on analytics to figure out what their customers want? I just told you for free. It's my first time in this shop, my frenemy is showing me around, and I want a cola. Make it happen," the girl said, puffing out her somewhat unimpressive chest. "Of course, I'll pay you extra for your time. I'm not an unreasonable lady." "That's just because you ain't a lady," Arthur sighed. He stubbed out his cigarette in a cheap ashtray on the shop counter, and blew a leisurely ring of smoke. "...How much extra we talking about?" Syura smiled a catlike smile, and launched her negotiations in earnest. She was a veteran of videogame bartering systems and economics; she knew how much a broadsword was worth and how much an adventurer could expect to be paid for slaying their first novelty giant-sized rat. Arthur, on the other hand, knew how to use his stern looks and rough voice to gouge a price. It ought to be a close contest, Aru thought, but it was better than an actual fight. Assured that she would have no need to administer some concussive diplomacy, she turned her attention to QP. QP was a regular customer at the Rbit Room. In fact, she was the regular customer. Not everybody had the temperament, discipline or desire to learn the ancient arts of the battle bunnies. In fact, the general, uneducated consensus was that these arts did not exist, which was a definite problem when it came to paying the bills. Yet QP would wander into the shop after school like clockwork, clutching her allowance in her hands, carefully inspecting musty tomes on rabbit warfare and then asking if the contents could, perhaps, be summed up in the form of a limerick or a haiku to help her understand them. Aru was not particularly good at either, which lead to memorable offerings like: Glimmer of power, You are the pew-pew windmill What up, it's Orbit Regardless, the dog girl always seemed to appreciate the effort, because, as she said, it came from the heart. She had a talent for seeing the best in everybody that Aru, as a result of her own duty to peer into the hearts of children across the globe and pronounce a select portion of them to be naughty in the sovereign eyes of Santa, had difficulty fathoming. QP did not, for instance, see Arthur as a grizzled, chain smoking, questionably ethical merchant motivated only by raw greed and the fear of Aru's retribution. In fact, her opinion of Arthur seemed to stop at "tall", which was a small mercy for all parties involved. "What brings you here today, QP? We're always delighted to see you, but are you looking for anything in particular?" Aru asked, ignoring the intense economic debate going on between Syura and Arthur. QP scratched her nose. "Well, uh... Actually, Syura was just being really weird, and I needed an adult. The closest thing to an adult I know is a big bullying cat who throws darts around everywhere and leads an evil organisation dedicated to taking over the world, so I decided you were my next best bet." "You keep such interesting social circles," Aru murmured. "I don't really keep them. I'd throw them back into the ocean if I could. I just keep running into strange people and they stick to me," the dog replied mournfully. Ah, so she's acquired a quirky stable of friends she doesn't really like that much, Aru thought. She's finally begun to mature as a shoot 'em up protagonist. She left that unsaid, and tried a different tack. "I'm happy for you to hang around as long as you like, but I don't really understand... Syura is your friend, right?" "Kind of." "Kind of?" "It's ambiguous," Syura said proudly, having paid Arthur four times the going rate for a cola and sent him on his way. She was flush from what she no doubt considered a victory. "Nice to meet you, by the way. I'm Syura, embryonic developer of videogames. One day, I will hatch into a beautiful game dev swan!" Aru fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Very interesting social circles, indeed. What exactly was she doing that was so weird?" QP opened her mouth to talk, but Syura beat her to it. "I wasn't doing anything weird. In fact, I was being generous, and telling my unemployed friend here how I'd give her a job when I get my studio all set up." "She wants me to wear a maid outfit," QP added, mournfully. Syura shrugged. "Well, of course. Your head is full of pudding, so I can't let you handle any of the code. All you'd need to do is flutter around the studio, bring me tea, address me as master, let me rest my head in your lap and massage my temples whenever I get tired of looking at the computer screen, and then occasionally do some light debugging. It's a cushy gig!" "The rest I could deal with, but the debugging is too much! It's sexual harassment! Tell her, Aru!" the dog said, and clung to Aru's arm like it was a anchor against a flood of madness. Aru, however, had transcended her mortal form and was roaming in the magical world of her own imagination. A girl with dog ears and a maid outfit? Surely it was too much power for one mortal to have. The amount of money and popularity that she could amass in the hidden circles of the world was astronomical. A very small part of Aru -- the part that mourned as it watched the Rbit room go into decline, the part that wanted to eat quality food instead of economy rice day after day after day -- whispered in the back of her head, telling her that she should harness that power. Another part of Aru had gone in an entirely different direction. QP was her favourite customer, but she'd rarely ever seen her wearing anything but her school uniform. Putting aside the maid cosplay, which was too dangerous to think about in public, she wondered what her friend would look like in more classically feminine clothes. "Aru? Earth to Aru? You zoned out for a little while there," QP called, waving her hand in front of the rabbit's eyes. "While drooling," Syura added helpfully. "Yes, well, um, shop harassment is against sexual rules. I mean, sexual harassment is against shop rules!" the rabbit replied, feeling a trickle of sweat wind its way down her forehead. There was a moment of silence. Then there was another moment of silence, consecutive to the last. Moments of silence began to shunt into each other like minecarts on a crowded track. Overpopulation of moments of silence began to threaten the national ecosystem, and local government authorities sent out an all-points bulletin to park rangers announcing the sad necessity of a cull. Then, at last, Syura spoke. "Fine. I'll allow it. You go on ahead, QP. I want to actually look around this goofy little shop and drink my cola." QP, anxious to escape and run home for a cup of well-earned pudding, seized the chance and trotted out of the shop. Syura watched her go, a wide smile on her face. After the dog had been gone for a good few seconds, she turned to Aru, and grinned. Aru blanched. "...Were you looking for any merchandise in particular?" she tried. "No," Syura replied, shrugging. "I was just thinking that maybe we share some interests, you know? We could be great friends. Hey, hey. Take a look at this for a moment." She produced a phone from her pocket, and began pressing buttons faster than Aru could comprehend, her fingers no more than a blur passing over the screen. Before long, she had found what she was looking for, and presented the phone to Aru, her chest puffed out with pride. On the screen was a picture of a maid uniform. It was high quality, dyed sumptuous black with a pristine white apron. It was also very short. Aru felt breezy just looking at it. "So, let's skip the formalities and get down to business. I think that with enough prodding, I can get QP into this thing. How much are you prepared to pay for pictures?" "...Make me an offer," Aru said, making a steeple of her fingers. "20 apiece?" "20?! Listen, friend, I asked you to make me an offer, not make me angry," Aru growled, warming to her part. Arthur was a hard nosed, occasionally crooked businessman. Aru kept the Rbit room in business and still had enough left over to buy toys for the world's children at the end of the year. Negotiating was her strong suit. "For 20, I'd want fifteen minutes of lap pillow and the skirt would need to be at least two inches shorter." Syura looked at her, blank eyed. Then, slowly, she began to smile. "You know what, Aru?" she said. "I think we're gonna get along great."

[noblessewerewolfloner-blog]

Loner~A Noblesse Fanfiction Characters.

New Characters~

     In Chapter 8, you met some new characters. Wyn and Gulia are a couple of them, while the blonde haired boy remained unnamed, despite seemingly to be the leader. I just wanted to post a bit about them here.

     Alright, first off is Wesley, (WYN). He has shaggy black hair, black eyes, some of the longest ears ever- a trait of being part Forest Elf, but instead of being point, it’s a bit round and slants downwards, like a Dark Elf. On the back his ears are furry, like a werewolves’, but the fact remains that all werewolves are part human, so the fur is unable to grow in the front. He’s a bit scrawny, for a 15 year old boy, but with a bit of workout he could get toned biceps and an 8 pack easy. He’s a bit tanned, due to working in the sun, forced by Jacqueline, but he has learned some gardening skills from Jaden, who is not as evil as Matthew seems to think. (Sorry, a bit of a spoiler.....) Wesley’s usually outfit is a black vest over his brown shirt, black jeans, and black basketball shoes. Personality: Shy, can be brave at times, but usually hesitant. Will develop over time as the story progresses more.

     Next up is Gulia, (GLV) the little girl with dirty blonde hair and aquamarine eyes. She’s half Light Elf, half human. Her father was a black haired man, but he died of a disease a few weeks after Gulia was born. Soon, Gulia was captured, but luckily that was on the day after the explosion, so she didn’t get hurt from it, and Markus didn’t have time to experiment on her. (Granted, Jacqueline probably would have hogged her for being “cute” to dress her up and treat her like a doll, but that’s better than what Matthew went through, right?) Currently her outfit is a cute small pair of jeans, pink shoes, and a blue shirt with daisies all over it. Oh, and a beret in her hair, along with small pigtails, but she still has most of her hair loose. 6 years old.

     Next up is the blonde haired boy, whom I’ve decided to name Kevin, (KEV). His hair is shaggy, like Wyn, but in a more “hot”, sort of way, (as the fangirls would call it). He has aqua blue eyes, like Gulia, and has the same blonde haired mother as her, a Light Elf. Their mother was a friend of Matthew, just like Kevin’s father, who is also a Light Elf. A while before Kevin was captured, his parents went missing, and on the way to looking for them, Kevin got captured by Markus and became his toy. However, Kevin benefited from the experiments, getting stronger over time, his pain endurance greatly improving. He also got a few powers that normally Light Elves don’t get, although they’re not as strong as the other Elves’ powers would be, (e.g. fire; Fire Elves are exceptional at it, making him look like an amateur). Haven’t decided on the outfit for him yet, if anyone wants to try to draw an outfit I most likely will accept it, (85% chance). Has the quality of an exceptional leader, brave, bold, willing to risk his life for his friends. 18 years old.

     Alright, time to go on with the last 7 characters, whom I haven’t named or described yet. Cameron may seem to be only a boy’s name, but turns out, it’s a unisex name!! (CAM) This red haired girl with a brown streak in her hair has brown eyes with a red tint to it, showing that she’s 75% Fire Elf but 25% human. Both her purebred Fire Elf father, (who was actually the prince of the Fire Elves!) and her half human, half Fire Elf mother were also friends of Matthew, who helped bring them together. When they disappeared, Cameron went searching for them, and shortly after she got captured by Markus. She met Kevin, and they became good friends. Her nickname is “Beta”, because, well, their leader is Kevin, who would be “Alpha”, if he felt comfortable with being called that. Cameron is fine with people giving her nickname-better than (CAM) for sure. Her outfit is usually a dress, but not one that’s girly. I don’t have a clear description in my head, so if someone were to draw one that fits this description, I’ll probably accept it, (Or maybe something with jeans and just a long shirt, if you want). 17 years old.

     The next 2 characters are actually Cameron’s younger siblings; twins, named Kiley and Kenneth, (KLY)(KEN). Unlike most twins, Kenneth doesn’t act like he’s older by 5 years when he’s really older than Kiley by 5 minutes. They work together, loyal to their older sister, Cameron, and their Alpha, Kevin, (While silently shipping them, like most fangirls and fanboys.....eheheheheheheheheheh.....) They also have red hair, but with little mini streaks of brown instead of one, bit, jagged one, with brown eyes and a red tint to them. They have a couple scars on each of their pinkies, but they see it as the same as a friendship bracelet. When Cameron didn’t came back for a month-after leaving to go look for their parents-they set off on their own expedition. When they got captured, they were reunited with Cameron, and met Kevin, along with a green hair girl and her glasses. Currently 12 years old each.

     Looks like I’m going to be talking about the green haired girl now, who has streaks of turquoise in her hair was well. She has hazelnut eyes, and wears dark green glasses. Her name is Elisha, (ELI). She’s a gamer, jock, and nerd, who loves magic, science, basketball, and archery. Her weapons are a staff, bow and arrow, and a basketball with loads of added features. She’s 93.75% Forest Elf, 6.25% human, due to a long time ago when a half Forest Elf married the purebred Forest Elf princess, Alanna the IV. Their offspring kept on marrying more and more For Elves, until it got to Elisha. Don’t have an outfit yet, if you want to draw one for her, try one that would suit her personality, (Kind of serious, kind of not.) Got captured a day after Cameron, looking for her missing parents. 16 years old.

      Vulmar is 74% wolf, 26% human, (VLR). This jacked up werewolf is a totally athlete, but he may be mostly brawn, he still has some brains. Close to Kevin and Cameron, he actually got captured for a different reason than “missing parents”. His parents died a long time ago, you see, and he swore revenge on the people that killed them. When he actually found the people that murdered his parents, well, they overpowered him and put him with Kevin and the others, (everyone above except Gulia and Wesley, as well as the next person I’m going to describe). Everyone was astounded by his strength, just like he was astounded by the fact Elves were still around. He fit in the group pretty easily-he may be strong, but he’s the nicest guy you can meet, when he’s not fighting that is. When they realized that Wesley was missing, Vulmar broke everyone’s chains, gave Gulia to Kevin, and sniffed out the way Matthew went. Gulia fell through a hole that teleported her to the caves before Matthew got there, and they hurried down the trail, realizing that trouble was going to brew. 19 years old, almost 18. Brown hair, brown eyes.

     The next person is Tasha, the 6th person to get captured, (TSH). 12.5% human, she’s 87.5% Dark Elf, but being over 10% human helps with fighting your evil instincts. Elisha had to help her when she was about to go crazy from the experiments, about to go and destroy the world. Now Tasha has a reason for living, and always hang around the serious Elf. She wears jeans, boots, a tucked in black no-sleeve shirt, and an earring Elisha made to help her fight her instincts-well, four actually, all over her left ear, all with different purposes. Has a scar on her right eye that makes her unable to use it, but she has no problem with people seeing it. Turned 17 a month before Matthew rescued Wesley. Black hair and black eyes.

     The last person I’m going to describe is Devdan, the 8th person to get captured, (DEV). He has longish purple hair in a ponytail, and violet eyes. His hybrid type is kind of a morphed Sea Elf and River Elf hybrid, since the two live in different places. It was because of the two that the elves almost went extinct, battling constantly over territory. It was a wonder that humans didn’t find out about the two kingdoms. Their parents had a forbidden child; Devdan, so they hid him, before disappearing. Soon, Devdan decided to go look for his parents, but you can probably guess what happened next. Markus found him, and captured him. Devdan is a good hacker though, before he went looking for his parents, he used to be on his laptop ALL THE TIME. 

      There were 90 others that got captured as well, but they all died. Now, there is a new dawn arising. 2 shall fall, revealing the darkness ahead of them. But 2 new shall arise, helping pull the group together. The weak shall become strong, and the strong will conquer. This is the new prophecy that leads the way to the sunrise.

[markoftheasphodel]

Thinking about an FE4 remake causes my head to hurt so let's talk some more about the potential for Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Thracia or whatever a remake of Leif's game might be called. Not gonna discuss shipping, dismounting, whether or not healing staves can miss, reclassing, or mechanical BS here. Not today anyway. I have some other things on my mind.

Plot armor: Plot armor was introduced in FE4, but FE5 didn't really go there. One character who needs to be kept alive for a few chapters for plot reasons has a hidden mechanic to prevent them from getting KO'd and that's about it. Since EVERYONE CAN DIE!!! but some characters really shouldn't for overall Jugdral saga continuity you get things like the conversation between Leif and Finn in CH7 where the text is screaming at you not to let Finn get wasted before victory in Manster aka the end of the game. While the Archanea remakes stuck with Everyone Dies, FE15 took a completely different approach and outfitted multiple characters on each route with invisible plot armor. I am betting an FE5 remake will go the latter route.

Cutscene Chorus: One reason for all the plot armor in FE15 is that both Alm route and Celica route feature a chorus of plot-relevant characters in the cutscenes. FE2 didn't have any NPC tactician-type characters, so playable characters like Lukas, Saber, and Clive end up taking on that sort of advisory role. Leif of course has not one but two NPC tacticians in FE5, but FE5 also features cutscene dialogue conditional on character survival. Rather than omit key emotional high points because Somebody Died, I can see a remake of FE5 making use of a cutscene chorus, though more limited in scope than FE15's. I certainly hope so-- like, Selphina's a captain of knights and adores Leif and likes mentoring kiddie soldiers. Wouldn't it be nice to have her in a cutscene role, especially given what happens after Chapter 19? I'd think she might have something relevant to say about that particular fiasco.

One interesting case in FE5 is Nanna, the only character whose demise changes Leif's own character ending... and whose survival also affects the recruitment of her brother Diarmuid. It'll be interesting to see if this stays intact in a remake or if the devs decide to Protect Nanna 20XX.

Resurrection: Fire Emblem's always had permadeath but Leif's little holy war was the first game in the franchise in which death is truly irrevocable. This is hard-luck war with no magic staff or sacred springs available. I'm assuming Casual Mode is here forever (please?), so there's no need to introduce an actual resurrection mechanic to a Thracia remake, but would there be a Mila's Turnwheel sort of gimmick to help take the pressure off? 

Memory Prisms: Just do it IS this one is a no-brainer. Possibly no game in the franchise can benefit more from it given how the impact of things that happened offscreen defines Thracia.

Asymmetric supports: Ooh. So, FE3 and FE5 both included asymmetric support bonuses that indicated things like unrequited love. FE12 included some asymmetric bonuses (ex: Abel and Cain) but didn't flesh out those particular relationships with C-B-A conversations and didn't dive into some seemingly important relationships (Merric & Marth hello?) at all. FE15 also was pretty sparing with support conversations, so plot-relevant characters like Boey and Saber get one support chain apiece. FE5 utilized asymmetry a LOT: Leif supports a whole slew of characters but is supported only by Nanna. Nanna supports four characters but is supported by only Leif and Diarmuid. Glade and Selphina have an asymmetric bonus despite being married. And so on. 

Worst-case scenario? If IS remains parsimonious with supports, a remake might feature a Lord with one support conversation chain. Nanna would get two. Finn would have zero. And so on. That's irritating but it's not really out of line with previous remakes-- and if full voice acting becomes a staple, I'll bet they will indeed be parsimonious aka fiscally responsible in remakes of games that weren't smash hits in their own day. Not saying I like that but it would not surprise me.

Chatter: Critical quotes, mourning quotes, the other bits of battlefield chatter. Mourning quotes are great and need to stay; critical quotes I can take or leave (is anyone ever gonna top "Pick a god and pray"?), the taunts and encouragement and whatnot can be a distraction at times but mostly add to the charm in FE15.

Food: On the one hand it'd be nice to have various food items instead of just Stamina drinks to cure fatigue. On the other hand it was stupid to have all this tasty food lying about during a drought/famine in FE15 and it'd be equally stupid to have a bunch of cheese and apples and whatnot all over the place in Thracia. On the other other hand after finding out Zeke's secret predilection for "medicinal syrup" I kind of want to know the Thracia gang's bad habits! 

[heartsmithed-moved]

CHECKMATE. Clothes dev post to go along with the outfit refs just posted!

First off this more accurately represents their heights and KEI IS HECKING SHORT. I think I made her just a tad too short but more or less - with her platform shoes, she’s only supposed to come up to be a little taller than Quest’s eye level at the very least.

Surprise! Kei’s red outfit is actually a big jacket! I had tossed over the idea of making it all just a really fancy dress but I was thinking of what would be easier to fight in/take on and off and this was the result.

Quest’s capes are detachable yes - yes he is extra af, moving on.

QUEST’S HAIR IS A MESS!!! From when his parents died to when he came to Daybreak Town, he had to cut his hair by himself and he messed up numerous times. His Chirithy offered to cut it for him to make it all even  but Quest is trying to grow it out a little bit so he doesn’t have to chop off ALL of his hair - he likes it around his shoulders.

Quest has earrings too!! Actually a sidenote: everyone in this picture has earrings! Kei has simple flower ones, Quest’s has stars with a chain, Atlas has three piercings on each ear and then Wynter has his big fancy earrings.

ATLAS HAS SO MUCH GOING ON COMPARED TO EVERYONE ELSE. But the first thing I want to bring up is the bracelets around his wrists in the first picture - incase my tiny writing can’t be read these are ‘enchanted bracelets that can’t be removed’, this will have significance to his backstory before Wynter took him in - and yes he’s still wearing these under his gloves in ALL verses.

His glasses will always hang around his neck when he’s not wearing them, he kept losing them so Wynter got him the chain for them.

The keyring Atlas has are actual keys for different areas the shop and a warehouse that they had in Daybreak Town, Wynter lets him hold onto them.

….I can’t explain the ribbon necklace thing. It’s just cute and i like it. I will say that it has a little heart motif on it like Wynter’s pocketwatch.

Wynter’s earrings are sort of hard to see in the last picture but they’re supposed to represent fancy clock hands - and one of them is in the exact shape of his keyblade.

Wynter’s pocketwatch hangs over his sash so he doesn’t have to reach into it to grab the watch. that and I just wanted to show it off because it’s important.

The heart clip for Wynter’s hair was given to him by Atlas, it used to be apart of his former wonderland attire