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hayden-thefuck-whywouldyoudothis · 4 years ago

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The Inevitable

Hello wonderful people! This is going to be my first ever fanfic that I am posting anywhere, so please be nice. I would appreciate feedback, and I think that if it does well here I’ll post it n Ao3.

I came up with this fic idea a little while back, and I’ve been writing it since 03/13/21. Basically the idea is that while Tommy was in the afterlife, he met characters who died during Tales From The SMP episodes that took place in the past. They told him their stories, and Tommy connected the dots. He goes to confront Karl in Kinoko Kingdom.

This story includes a headcanon that is not mine. I read a fanfic with the mute!Karl headcanon. The story was an absolute banger. If you want to hear a little more about that go read their story Come Home With Me by icaruswontmelt on Ao3

Story starts under the cut .

The Inevitable, by BangHaydenCoven

Death was the one thing that had always been truly eternal. When Wilbur came back as Ghostbur, it had seemed like death maybe wasn’t completely permanent because Wilbur was back. But he hadn’t been brought back to life. He was a ghost, a shell of the person he had been before everything went to shit. Tommy had truly thought that death was the one thing that stayed constant on this god-forsaken server. Being beaten to death and brought back by the person who hurt you so deeply puts a lot of things that were just beyond reach of perfectly understandable, into perspective. In the amount of time that had gone by while Tommy’s life actually went to hell and back, everything had changed. Tubbo had gotten married of all things, He had a kid. And a new best friend as well, apparently. There was, for the first time in a long time, a semblance of peace between all of the factions. Peace smashed, the moment he had been let out of the prison. No one looked at him the same way anymore. No one looked at him like the kid he was. The kid he was supposed to be. All they saw was an anomaly. Not a real, live, breathing person who has feelings and needs validation, just like other people. Proof of something that never should have been real.

Since declaring that Dream had to die, Tommy had holed himself up in his little house dirt mound of a house. When he finally got over the initial panic, the firsthand terror of forcing himself to think about the time he had spent dead, he allowed himself to do it freely. Puffy had told him it was good to think back on the trauma. He wasn’t sure just how much he could trust that ideology, but it seemed to work for the most part. Tommy had spent the majority of his time in the afterlife with the people he had known when he was alive. Wilbur, Schlatt, Mexican Dream. It had been pretty simple. They spent a lot of time playing card games, for some reason. But one day, a fight had sparked between Tommy and Schlatt, causing the younger to storm off into the distance. He had been fuming that day. It hadn’t even been a fight that made sense. Schlatt had thrown some baseless accusations his way, and Tommy had just given up. He needed a break. So he walked away.

He walked.

And he walked.

And he stopped.

Looming over him was a building that was like nothing Tommy had ever seen. It was old, dusty, and cold. It belonged in the afterlife, to put it simply. It fit. It was a simple embodiment. Then, laughter filled the air. Frightening, drunk laughter that was cold but inviting. Tommy followed the spine-chilling noise into the building where he found four people. Three were dressed like they were from the Wild West. Cowboy hats, cowboy boots, and simple revolvers at their hips. The fourth was also clearly from the same time period, put was dressed simply. When he walked into the building, they just stared at him. Cold, level stares that made him feel like he would rather die all over again then be stuck under those gazes for the rest of eternity. But suddenly the looks of the people softened as they beckoned him over, introducing themselves as Connor, Mason, and Jack Kanoff. They were group of bandits called the Democrat Haters, and a simple bartender named John John. They told him their story, to put it simply. They told him how they died.

That was only the beginning.

Tommy wandered for a week straight, meeting people, hearing their stories. He met higher members of society who attended a masquerade only to die brutal deaths at the hands of a possessed butler, the members of a village with a crazed murderer that didn’t know haw to stop, that killed people brutally, among many others. And every single story Tommy heard had a one thing in common. There was always one man, in every story, who appeared out of no where, wearing colourful clothing and iridescent goggles perched on his head. He didn’t always use the same name, but he was always there, no matter when it had happened. As Tommy moved around his home to prepare, one thought rang true in his mind.

Karl was getting a visitor tomorrow.

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Walking to Kinoko Kingdom had taken a lot longer than Tommy had originally thought and planned for. Not that the little settlement was close to the rest of the Greater SMP, but it wasn’t far either. Regardless of distance, it was still far too long of a walk for Tommy to be in a good mood when he arrived to find Sapnap of all people tending to the garden in Kinoko. Usually Tommy would have snuck up behind Sapnap and scared him to intentionally piss the older man off, but that was the old Tommy. The old Tommy had stayed dead. Instead, he announced his presence by kicking an acorn at the other mans head. There was a loud yelp, followed by a string of curses that matched the flowers in the garden with how colourful they were.

“George, I swear to god, if-” his sentence dropped of in a look of pure disbelief as he turned around, expecting to see his best friend that deserved a good scolding. A dead teenager was definitely different. And confusing.

“Shit...” Sapnap mumbled, “Tommy?”

“Hello Sapnap. I must say its very nice to see you doing something other than killing pets. Or your fiances.” He smirks.

“Well it’s definitely you. The question is how. How are you alive?” he says as the shock on his face fades into confusion mixed with disbelief. Tommy freezes.

“Only if your okay with it of course. Don’t answer if your not comfortable. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up. That was insensitive of me...” he trails off as he realizes Tommy seems less stressed at the fact that Sapnap isn’t going to make him talk about it.

“Sapnap,” Tommy started, “I need to talk to Karl. Like, right now.”

“Alright,” said Sapnap, nodding slowly, “I’ll go get him. Stay right here.” As Tommy watched the other man walk away to retrieve one of his fiances, he really hopes that what he is about to accuse Karl of is wrong. Maybe one day they’ll laugh about this. Probably not.

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As Sapnap entered the house, looking for his fiances, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that Tommy so urgently needed to talk to Karl about. Not finding his fiances on the first floor of their shared house, he went upstairs to continue his search, not wanting to keep the teen waiting for too long. As he opened the door to the throuples bedroom, he let out a small huff of affection when he saw his fiances, the loves of his life, asleep in their bed. Quackity had his arms around Karls waist, with his wings over both of them like a blanket, reflecting the golden light of the sun filtering through the window. Not wanting to disturb the scene in front of him, he let out a small sigh of annoyance as he forced himself to wake up Karl, and by extension Quackity.

“Theres someone here who wants to talk to you.” he muttered softly in Karls ear.

“Who?” Karl signed sleepily.

“Tommy. It seems pretty important. He’s down in the garden.” Sapnap said a little louder, seeing that Q was now awake, so there was no reason to stay quiet.

“Alright.” He signed, “Let’s go.” as he got up, he tugged on Quackity’s sleeve lightly. “Are you coming, Q?” He nodded and gave a small smile.

“Alright,” Sapnap said, pulling Quackity into a quick hug, and giving him a quick kiss on the temple, “Let’s go then.”

As they left the house and approached Tommy sitting at the picnic table in their back garden, they exchanged a small conversation in sign language.

“Is he okay?” said Quackity with some concern clear on his face, his movements slow and scuffed from sleep.

“He looks really tired.” Sapnap added.

“Q, could you run in and prepare some sandwiches and lemonade?” Signed Karl, “We’ll bring Tommy inside and we can all have lunch together while we talk.”

“Of course, my love.” Said Quackity, giving Karl a small kiss on the cheek before hurrying inside to prepare some lunch.

Turning to Tommy to thank him for waiting, he was met with a face of absolute, genuine confusion. As Tommy stared at their hands, then looked back over to Karl, his face quickly changed to a look of understanding.

“I forgot,” he said as he stood up sheepishly, “that Karl was mute.”

“That’s okay Tommy.” Karl cut in before Sapnap could say anything, “I know you’ve been through a lot recently. It’s okay to forget things from time to time. I should know.” Karl signed slowly so that Tommy could keep up with his rusty remembrance of sign language, adding a small smile at the end of his sentence.

“Thank you Karl.” Tommy said with a sigh of relief.

“Would you like to come inside and have lunch with us? I know you have something to talk to me about, but you look hungry. We could talk right after though. How does that sound?” Karl signed with a smile on his face.

“That sounds great.” Tommy said after a beat of hesitation.

“Perfect,” said Sapnap, “let’s head inside. Q is making some sandwiches.” They all headed inside, one dreading the talk that would come after, the other two wondering what could possibly be so important to cause Tommy to come all the way out to Kinoko Kingdom to talk to Karl.

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Tommy and Sapnap sat down at the table in the dining room as Karl went into the kitchen to help Quackity. Usually it would be all three of the in the kitchen, making food and having a good time, but Sapnap needed to take advantage of the situation at hand. Since he hadn’t visited the main SMP in a while, Tommy gave him the rundown of the current and recent events he knew of. Nothing too bad, but Sapnap knows you can never be too careful. A few minutes later, Quackity and Karl emerge from the kitchen carrying some plates and the food. As they sit down and start to eat, Sapnap and Quackity make small talk that Karl contributes too every once in a while with some one handed movements, putting his sandwich down when it was necessary. But Tommy stayed quiet, which the fiances found quite odd. Clearly whatever the boy had been through recently, on top of all his other trauma, had really messed with him. The loud, boisterous teenager they had known before was gone, replaced with someone they didn’t recognize in the slightest. So Tommy stayed silent the entire time, not noticing the quick, worry filled glances the trio sent his way every so often.

Soon enough, they had all finished eating. They were sitting in the fiances’ living room together, Tommy on one couch, the tree of them on the other. The room sat in an awkward silence as Karl, Quackity, and Sapnap waited for Tommy to talk to them, and as Tommy decided what to say.

After a moment, Tommy said, “Are you sure you want them here for this?” Karl’s eyes widened at how blatant he had been.

“Of course I want them here.” He signed quickly, “They are the people who matter most to me. Whatever you need to say to me you can say to all three of us.” Sapnap and Quackity nodded, not wanting to disrupt anything.

“Alright,” Tommy sighed, “Where should I start...” Karl’s hands stayed firmly in his lap to give Tommy a moment to think. “Well, I guess I’m just going to say what I came here to say, and pray to Prime that I’m wrong.” Karl nodded, once, slowly. Tommy took a deep breath before opening his mouth and saying...

“Your a time traveler, aren’t you?”

Silence.

And then laughter

All he could hear was laughter.

Sapnap and Big Q were laughing.

Karl was not.

Karl wasn’t laughing.

The look on his face was not one of someone who had just been accused of some laughable fallacy.

A fantasy, really.

Sapnap and Quackity had stopped laughing.

They seemed to have come to the same conclusion that Tommy had.

“Karlos?” Quackity started, “There is no possible way...” he stopped, a look of pure disbelief on his face.

“Tell me that he’s lying Karl.” said Sapnap. “Please.” Karl’s hands started to move, making aborted and scuffed movements as he tried to figure out what to say.

“No,” He finally settled on, “he’s right. I’m a time traveler.” Sapnap started crying at this, and Quackity gave him a hug as he buried his face into his fiances neck. Karl looked completely torn. He clearly wanted to comfort his fiances, but he knew he shouldn’t while Tommy was still here. But he also didn’t know if he could. Karl didn’t know if he was even still allowed to comfort them after keeping this big of a secret from them, and for so long. Karl started signing again, this time with clear urgency behind each movement.

“Two things, and then I need you to leave. Understood?”

“Of course,” said Tommy, “I will leave immediately.” Karl nodded.

“Thank you. First things first,” he signed, “how did you know?” Tommy sighed. He really didn’t want to talk about this. But Karl deserved to hear the truth.

“When I died, I was in the afterlife for a little while,” Tommy said softly, “One day I walked away from the people I knew in the afterlife, Schlatt, Wilbur, and Mexican Dream. I walked for so long I came across a building I had never seen before, and when I went in I met a group of people from the Wild West.” Karl’s eyes had gone wide.

“You met Jack and Mason and Connor?” he signed.

“Yeah, and John John as well. They told me what happened the day they died, and they mentioned you. Not directly, but they mentioned a man that had showed up out of nowhere wearing bright colours and iridescent goggles.” Karl looked wistful, remembering his time sent in the Wild West, even if it hadn’t been an exceptionally fun trip at the time. Tommy continued. “I also met the people who visited the masquerade, same story. But this time they mentioned your name. And lastly I met the townfolk of the Village that went Mad. Same story, but no name once again. I just connected the dots.” Tommy fell silent, waiting for Karl to tell him something. Sometime during his revelations, Sapnap and Quackity had left the room to comfort each other. Karl clearly wanted to tell them he was sorry, but he couldn’t do that until Tommy had left. Turning back to the teen, he started signing once more.

“Thank you for telling me, Tommy. I just have one thing to ask of you, then you can leave.” Tommy nodded his head, and Karl continued, “You cannot, under any circumstances, tell anyone what you know. It would put everyone in grave danger. Is that clear?”

“Of course. I won’t tell a soul.” Karl gave him a small smile. “Now I think you should go talk to your fiances.”

“I will,” he signed, leading Tommy to the front door, “Goodbye, Tommy. Have a good trip back.”

“Goodbye, Karl.”

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As he walked towards the door of their shared bedroom, he could barely hold himself back from running to the room to comfort them. But Karl couldn’t be sure that they would ever be the same again. It broke him to think that, but he had lied to them, for a long time. They probably hated him.

He stopped outside of the door, hearing faint sounds of crying on the other side of the door. He slowly opened the door to see Quackity and Sapnap cuddled up together against the headboard of their bed, with all of the lights out. Sapnap was asleep against Quackitys chest, tear tracks all over his face. Q wasn’t much better.

“Hey Karl.” Quackity said softly, sniffling a little.

“Hi.” he signed back, gong to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m so sorry.” he signed after a beat of silence. “I have no excuses. I just wanted both of you to be safe from it.”

“But... what is it, Karl? Why couldn’t you tell us? Are these the trips you’ve been going on? Does it have something to do with your memory problems?” Quackity rambled, question after question. He cut off when he realized how tense Karl looked. “...sorry.” he said, lowering his voice once more.

“Woah, Q, it’s okay. But I can only answer one question at a time.” Quackity nodded. “It is the In-Between,” he started, making the ASL sign for between, then spelling it out, “I don’t actually know what it is, but I managed to get away from it recently. It was stopping me from telling you about my time traveling. It told me that telling you guys would put you guys in grave danger. I couldn’t let that happen. So I kept it a secret.” He stopped, hands dropping when he couldn’t figure out where to go from there. Quackity opened his mouth, about to ask a question, when he felt Sapnap stir at his side.

“Hey babe.” Quackity said, Sapnap just let out a little huff. “Sap, do you feel up to talking right now?”

“...yeah...is he here?” he mumbled, voice heavy and slurred with sleep.

“He is.” Quackity answered. Sapnap looked up at him, then looked over to Karl.

“Hi Sap.” he signed, not making eye contact. “I want to apologize to both of you. For not telling you. There really is no valid excuse that I have. The In-Between was crazy. I just wanted to keep both of you safe.”

“What is the In-Between?” Sapnap asked. Before Karl could answer, Quackity cut in.

“He doesn’t know, Sap.” he whispered.

Sapnap continued, “I want you to tell us the whole story. Please?” Karl looked conflicted.

“Alright.” he signed, “I’ll start at the beginning.” So he did. He told them the whole story. By the time he had finished, all three had tears running down their face. “Do you understand now?” Karl wiped his eyes before continuing, “It wasn’t safe to tell you.” Sapnap nodded, eyes red and puffy from crying.

“You need to stop traveling Karl. Me and Sapnap wouldn’t be able to live with ourselves if you forgot everything.” said Quackity, pulling Sapnap even closer. Karl sighed.

“I can’t control the traveling. I don’t know if it will ever stop. All I need right now is you two. If I hadn’t wanted to get home to you guys so desperately, I would have forgotten long ago.” Karl got up and grabbed his journal. “Fill it.” he signed, after he gave it to his two fiances, “fill it with everything I need to remember. And when I come back each time, help me remember. Please.” Sapnap looked up at him, then glanced at Quackity, coming to a silent agreement. They would do anything to keep Karl with them.

“Of course we will, mi amor.” said Quackity, opening his arms to invite Karl to come sit with them. Karl smiled, tears running down his face once again, crawling into their warm embrace. And as they sat there, holding each other close, Karl took each of heir hands, pressing his favourite symbol in ASL into their palms.

“I love you.”

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Thank you for reading!!! Once again, if you like this, leave a comment or something, idk. And make sure to go check out the story linked at the top of this post for more about the mute!Karl Jacobs hc.

Have an amazing day, wonderful people.

#karlnapity #afterlife #karlnapity fic #ficlet #fanfiction #dream smp #dream smp au #quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #tales from the smp #the masquerade #the village that went mad #the wild west #time travel #mute character #headcanon #canon divergent au

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kazuharem · 4 years ago

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ok, angsty luci! i found this quote and kind of wanna see what you can do with it~ “doesn’t it bother you? that they refuse to see the good in you, that they choose to only focus on your faults and mistakes?” she asks him. he turns his head and looks for the horizon. “why should it? we’re all bad in someone’s story.” 👀👀

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Hi Grace! I loved receiving this request from you! (Cuz god knows how angst runs through my veins. And when it’s Lucien angst.... I just- *chef’s kiss*). Believe me when I say I love Lucien, okay. But something about Lucien angst.... is just so addictive.

Also, some of y’all seem to forget that I’m an ANGST writer (as well as smut) with all the requests I’ve been getting as of late... So this is my gentle reminder for you that I am indeed, an angsty soul 🤣

Anyways, thank you for requesting this (and helping me brainstorm hehe), this is dedicated to you, my friend 💜 @tartagilicious

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“We’re All Bad in Someone’s Story” ↠ LUCIEN [ANGST]

Characters: Lucien, Victor, mentions of MC (Female)

Genre: Angst (Pure Unadulterated Angst, A N G S T - You have been warned) *insert Lucien clutching chest*

Word Count: 1,312

A/N: Set after Ch. 13 (Lucien’s betrayal), mentions of established relationship between Lucien and Female MC, and let’s pretend Victor’s little time travel thingie didn’t happen

Summary: With her no longer trusting Lucien, Lucien goes to Victor with a request.

Lucien gazed across the expanse of city lights before him. It should’ve been a beautiful sight, but now, there was no beauty left in this world. Not for him. Not anymore.

“Was any of it true? Everything that you told me? It was all lies?”

He could still see the moment when her heart had shattered. Because of him.

The moment her tears had spilled from her beautiful eyes, he had wanted to run over immediately and wanted to pull her into his chest, just like he had done countless times. But he couldn’t.

And when the moment she had put the pen that he had gifted her to her neck, his entire world had stopped. He had been forced to keep his emotions under control, to not let anything slip out from the mask he had crafted as he had watched crimson blood flow from her neck. He had felt his heart break along with hers. A heart, Lucien didn’t even know he had.

Foolish girl. Didn’t I warn you?

A shaky sigh was exhaled from his mouth, exceptionally loud in the still air.

But he had tried so hard, hadn’t he? At the beginning, didn’t he try so hard to ignore her, to ignore the blossoming feelings she had planted within his cold, empty heart. The fact that she alone was able to make the seeds she had sowed grow into a beautiful, passionate yearning was a feat of its own.

“Will you miss me if I do leave?”

He remembered the way she had nodded enthusiastically without hesitation at his question.

“I’m the fool,” he muttered. There was a broken laugh, bitter and grating.

Lucien looked up heavenward. The sparkling stars he had seen with her were now dull and gray.

“How unfortunate,” only the stars could hear his cracked whisper, “To fall in love with such a wretched man... And I, that wretched man, fell in love with you...only...to break your heart...”

The gentle hum of a car’s engine interrupted him and Lucien turned his head to see a man in a dark suit stepping out, the headlights illuminating the man’s silhouette.

“You asked to see me, Professor Lucien?” The man walked up to Lucien as he spat out his name. The expression on his face was severe. His eyes narrowed, “Or do I call you Ares now?” Indigo eyes met violet ones challengingly.

“It appears that you’ve already been informed,” Lucien answered casually, schooling his expression into a calm mask, “Victor.”

Victor scowled, “What do you want? Why did you call me?”

“I know you’re busy, but I would just like to ask for a bit of your time,” Lucien said coolly.

“You have no right to be making demands right now,” The words were nearing a low growl. “Not after what you did to her.”

“I’ll live with the consequences,” Lucien stated softly.

Victor laughed humorlessly, “And her? How do you plan for her to go on? Now after you’ve dumped her like some useless toy.”

“I suggest you get your facts straight before accusing me of anything,” Lucien’s voice was frigid; there was absolutely no trace of warmth. “I’m doing this for her good. To ensure her safety.”

“From you.”

“I’m not here to argue with you tonight,” Lucien smiled tightly. “I just have two requests to ask of you.”

Victor crossed his arms, “What do you want?”

Lucien exhaled, “It would appear that you care for her. And I imagine, with all comfort you’ve given her, she...cares for you as well.”

“What do you want?” Victor repeated, impatience creeping into his voice.

There was a pause.

“My first request is to ask that you keep her safe...Protect her in my stead...” Lucien spoke slowly.

“That’s hardly a request,” Victor scoffed, “I’m not protecting her for you. I’m protecting her from you.”

Lucien nodded once. “I understand. I just want her...to be safe.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed, “And what good does this do for you?”

“I’m prepared to lose the only color in my world,” Lucien’s voice was steady, betraying no sign of his inner turmoil. He turned to look at the man beside him, “Tell me, what are you prepared to lose?” The words carried a hint of underlying threat.

“I don’t lose,” Victor responded flatly.

“No? What about the girl you had yearned for so ardently? The girl whom you’ve searched for all these years?” Lucien couldn’t help but challenge.

Victor’s jaw clenched, “I won’t lose her,” his voice was sure and confident, leaving no room for argument. “Not like you did.”

“Very well,” Lucien conceded with a slight smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. He turned away to watch the city spread before him.

“The other request, what is it?” Victor spoke up after a brief silence. “You asked me to keep her safe, what’s the other request?”

Lucien watched the scene before him, a faraway look in his eyes. There was a touch of melancholy about him. “Keep her safe,” he repeated softly, the words carrying easily through the tranquil air. “And...Please let her be happy.”

Victor did not reply.

Lucien turned to leave, offering Victor a polite nod, “I hope you can honor these requests.”

“Does it not bother you?” Victor spoke up before he could leave. Lucien stopped, but did not turn to look at him. Victor continued, “Does it not bother you now that she found out who you really are? Now that she thinks of you as her rival instead of her lover?”

Lucien gave a soft chuckle, “Why should it bother me? After all, we’re all bad in someone else’s story,” he replied placidly. “Now, if you will excuse m-”

“Did you love her?” Victor cut him off, curt and cold. “Did you ever love her?”

Lucien stilled, his face ever so unreadable. There was a deprecating laugh.

“How could such a despicable man like me ever be capable of love?” He finally responded, smiling thinly. He turned on his heel and walked away, until he was out of Victor’s line of sight.

As soon as he could no longer see the bright beams of the headlights, he doubled over, gasping. Steadying himself on the trunk of a tree, he took in great shuddering breaths.

A choked groan came out of his mouth as the pressure in his chest built.

How ironic, he thought to himself, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. A pathetic man like me is capable of tears after all. A single tear traced its way down his cheek as he closed his eyes. He collapsed against the tree, sliding down the trunk until he sat at the base of tree. His head sank into his hands.

Images of her played behind his eyes. The way her eyes had lit up with such innocence, such joy when he had taken her to see the vibrant maple trees in Canada. The way she had taken him in that night when he was testing her, patching him up without a single moment of hesitation. The way she had trusted him wholeheartedly with no questions asked. The way she had loved him unconditionally despite knowing he had secrets, the him who was undeserving of such pure love.

“Ha..” Lucien gave a strangled laugh. “I am indeed...wretched...”

He reached into his jacket pocket and opened his hand. In it, lay a peace knot. The one she had gifted him with a brilliant smile and a wish hoping he would be happy and healthy. It was frayed in some places. He could no longer remember what colors it used to be. Now it appeared to him in varying shades of gray. His fingers closed over it tenderly, holding it carefully.

“If only...you hadn’t met me...” He whispered, “I hope...my little butterfly will be happy and healthy from now on...I hope, she’ll be safe...” A broken sob broke out from his throat. “Victor...is good for you, little butterfly... So fly away and be free. Be free of this wretched man who had wanted to keep you in a glass jar forever.” He pressed his lips against the peace knot softly.

“And...I hope you won’t mind this wretched man for wanting to love you just a little bit more... little butterfly, don’t let this man’s ugly blacks and whites stain your beautiful wings...and fly away...”

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A/N Part II: I’m...a Lucien stan I swear. I absolutely, positively love this man with every fiber of my entire being. I just couldn’t resist. Don’t worry, I’m sobbing as well. Also, I love me some good old rivalry between Lucien and Victor. *Cue TENSION* But if you are too sad from this Lucien angst, I have a treat in store for you. It involves FLUFF annnnnnd (sneak peak) wedding stuffs. Stay tuned!

To the Nonnys in my asks, I promise I’m working on your requests! (I just wanted to get through the drabbles before I launch myself into full-blown 10k word fics again).

If the rest of you would like to request something, as always, my ask and/or messages are open!

Part II: here

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dabiboy · 4 years ago

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A/N: This is a personalized piece, since it is a Christmas gift from the secret santa event on the Konoha Simps discord server, aka @konoblog-simps! Sooo, @vs-redemption here it is! I hope you enjoy it 🎉😊

Christmas Night

''C'mon, Miruko. I swear this one is the last time, please'' Hawks pleaded her, for the fourth time that night.

''No, Hawks. I've done this for you lots of times in the past and you haven't done anything about it! You wasted my help, now man up and ask her out already.'' The hero hissed, wanting to smack his arm but it wouldn't be a nice action, especially not in the middle of the Christmas party.

''Listen, I know I've fucked it up but I get nervous, ok? I can't seem to-'' She interrupted him.

''You look more like a chicken than a hawk, honestly.'' Miruko oppressed a laugh at the same time she crossed her arms over her chest, making Keigo look at her with threatening eyes. But more than threatening, it made her laugh even more.

''You're insufferable. Don't be mean, just one last time!'' The winged hero spoke again.

''Even if I do it, what am I supposed to tell them?''

''I... Just tell her that you forgot something on the roof and you need her to go for it.''

''As if I couldn't just hope there. She won't buy it.''

''She would if you put just a little bit of attitude. As if you actually wanted to help me''

''Want my opinion?''

''No-'' Keigo hissed as Miruko kept talking.

''I think it is pretty obvious that she's into you too. I mean, the two of you spend a lot of time together. You should just say it!''

''Is not that easy. Every time we're together things flow, and I feel I would ruin the moment if I say something and-'' His breath was caught inside his throat as he saw you walking in. Should he just listen to Miruko, invite you a drink, and just confess everything? That was the most ideal plan, but he saw himself dominated by his instincts. ''Of fuck she's here. I'll be on the rooftop, k'? Thanks, I love you''

Hawks said as he rushed away from you and the rest, because the press that was taking pictures of the event were going to ask him why the hell was he sneaking out through the window.

On the other hand, there were you. And having a party surrounded with important people, popular heroes and the annoying reporters was not the best plan, and with all the chaos happening and consuming everyone's peace, spending one cold winter night at home sounded great, but there you were, holding a cup with and looking around the big hall to see some familiar faces. Or that specific familiar face.

But was it a good idea? You and Keigo were very close, and everyone was aware of it. Not only because the two of you worked together, or because you met before he started his agency. You fit well together, that was it. He knew how to read you and you knew how to read him, besides the fact that thanks to some late-night patrols turned into honest conversations about life and feelings surrounded by the city noises. But of course, none of you were capable of saying how you feel for each other. It was just pure comprehension, and that was the main trigger. Of course, the way his golden eyes stared at you, or how his perfume was overwhelming were also the reasons why you fell for him. Those and many more.

For Keigo, it happened the same. After years of holding an image, of being the perfect hero, you were the only one who saw through that. Maybe it was an attempt of making your feelings oblivious to the rest, maybe you didn't want to look at him with bright eyes as the world did, but the truth was that you were good at faking it, because no one looked at him with eyes brighter than yours, the difference was, that you were looking at Keigo Takami. The man behind the hero persona, the one that he allowed you to meet after uncountable nights and moments spent together. How could he avoid feeling something for the one person that comprehended him and made him feel at home?

The voices of some other pro heroes you knew took you out of your thoughts, and giving them a smile you started an easy-going conversation, cautiously asking them about the winged hero. 'He must be hiding somewhere, the reporters were looking for him too, and also some fangirls' one of them said with a chuckle, and you couldn't help but feel jealous at the idea. It was true, he had a lot of people going after him, and it was not difficult to imagine that maybe, only maybe he had found an interesting girl and had gone with her.

But there was one person who knew where he was and what he was doing. Or better said, what he was about to do.

''There you are!'' Miruko said as she walked towards you, giving you a warm smile.

''Looking stunning as always'' You said in a compliment, making her smile. And before you could notice, the heroes that were with you had suddenly moved away to carry on with their night.

''Speak for yourself, girl. Did you come alone?'' Tilting her head to the side, she gave you a curious look ''I thought you were coming with Hawks'' Oh, the red cheeks. There they were.

''I-no, I haven't spoken to him, actually. Have you seen-'' Abruptly, Miruko cut you off, hissing in pain.

''I hurt my leg on a mission yesterday, and I forgot my purse on the rooftop. Could you get it from me? Please?'' You looked at her in confusion at the sudden petition.

''Yeah, sure.''

She gave you a wide smile, but you notice something was off. But still, she was your friend and you couldn't say no to such favor. After placing the cup on one of the tables, you took the elevator heading to the rooftop, continuing your way through the small number of stairs leading to the heavy metal door.

The cold air gave you chills, and despite the light of the rest of the buildings it was hard to see around. But then, in the pure form of a silhouette, you saw something that looked like a small box placed on the edge of the building. That should be the purse, or so you thought. Walking slowly to the edge, a voice made you stop right in your tracks. And instead of getting ready to attack, you got scared.

''Damn, kid. How come are you a hero if you get scared that easily?'' There it was. That voice.

''I hate you so much, Hawks!'' You raised your voice a bit, slapping his shoulder when he laughed at you.

''Relax, it was just me.''

''What if I had lost my balance and fell?''

''I would've caught you, obviously. I could never let ya' fall'' He shrugged his shoulders and sat right on the edge, feet hanging.

''I don't trust you that much'' Again, the comments made in order to hide your feelings.

''How mean'' Hawks chuckled one more time, and you couldn't help but join him.

''Shut up'' you said sitting by his side. ''What are you doing here?'' This time you asked, voice filled with curiosity.

''I just... There were too many people down there. And the reporters didn't leave my ass alone for a second. Besides, this view is sick'' He smiled watching the city beneath the two of you.

''Really? Is it better than being down there with all that delicious food, drinks, nice temperature, and music?''

''Yeah, you were not there either. So what was the point?'' Your heart stopped for a second, but before you could say something that made sense, Keigo spoke again ''The only thing that is missing here is some yakitori''

''Yakitori'' You said at the same time as him, making Hawks look at you and smile at you.

''Exactly'' He laughed lowly again.

''By the way, there was a tiny thing here... I think it was Miruko's purse'' looking around, you couldn't find the small box looking object.

''Oh, you mean this?'' Suddenly a feather appeared in front of you, on it was the mysterious item that was far from being a purse. ''Is not Miruko's. It's yours. For you'' And if there was light, Keigo's cheek would be more than red. ''Open it''

No words left your mouth again. How come didn't you get him a present? It was Christmas, and you had nothing for him, but the truth was that Keigo didn't seem to care. He was only worried about you liking his present or not. It was a small box, and you could tell it was dark blue. When you opened it, your eyes went wide. It was a simple bracelet, with a moon pendant hanging. A subtle detail, but a wonderful one.

''The lady at the store said it you could like it. I suck at giving presents'' He placed a hand on the back of his head, a nervous smile on his face.

''I love it, Hawks. It is beautiful'' Pure honesty was in your words. You set the box aside, putting the bracelet on your wrist faster than you thought. ''Thank you, so so much'' Your eyes went back at the blonde man, smiling at him ''But now I feel terrible, because I didn't get you anything'' You covered your face with both hands, as if you were hiding the shame.

''Don't worry about it. I wanted to make you happy, you deserve it''

''But you deserve it too! I want you to be happy too, Hakws. Truly.''

Someone once said, that eyes could speak louder than words. And that was what happened in that moment. Even if you wanted to hide it, even if you wanted to stop yourself from feeling that way your eyes betrayed you, you noticed it and so did he. Your body moved at its own will, and you place your hand on top of Hawk's hand.

His eyes were shining too, and just the sound of the cars down the street and laughs from further buildings seemed to be a perfect atmosphere.

''Well... There is something you could give to me, kid'' Hawks said, sounding kind of shy and serious at the same time.

''And what would that be?'' You whispered.

A loud noise made you look at the big metal door because it opened abruptly, and a feather flew all the way towards the two of you, stopping right above your head. But it wasn't only a feather, it was holding a mistletoe.

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, but you felt relieved. The two of you knew what you wanted, but words were not enough, so that old tradition that was now there did the job. There were no dates, no confessions, only a selfless gift and the warmth of a hand over another one that did the job. Moving yourself a bit closer, you looked down at his lips for brief seconds before kissing him. His hand went to your cheek, and your lips moved softly and tenderly against his. Time stopped, and so the noise and everything else. You could taste the wine on his lips and his familiar perfume making you feel week. As for him? Not even flying up in the sky he felt that way, comfortable, free, at peace.

The kiss was broken because of the lack of air, and his forehead was resting against yours as his thumb caressed your cheekbone at the same time you squeezed his hand delicately.

''Hawks...'' You murmured.

''Keigo. With you I'm Keigo'' He whispered too, eyes still closed as he pulled you in for another soft and short kiss.

''Merry Christmas, Kei'' You said in a way of telling him that the kiss was your present, and a smile appeared on both faces.

''Merry Christmas, to you too'' After leaving another touch on your cheek, he spoke again ''Wanna leave this hell hole and get some yakitori?'' Keigo smiled.

''Sounds like the perfect plan'' You nodded, pulling away so you could look at him.

He stood up, jumping off the roof. A smile was on your face again, finally seeing him better thanks to the light that was where he was, and the way he was smiling made your heart beating crazy against your chest. His wings looked beautiful too, contrasting with the dark blue of the city, and the yellow lights.

''Do you trust me?'' He said with a loud voice, stretching his arms towards you in an invitation of jumping off the roof.

''Only if you promise you'll catch me'' You raised both eyebrows, standing right on the edge, the cold wind hitting your face.

''I said it before, I will never let you fall!'' He screamed again without erasing the smile on his face.

Keigo was right in front of you, arms spread wide and his wings moving swiftly and graciously, at that point, someone from the building across the street must have seen him, but he only cared about the person standing on the edge.

And you thought for a second, even if you didn't have wings as he did, you were always going to catch him too. And then, with no more hesitation, free from all insecurities, fears, and doubts, trusting with your heart and soul on the man you had in front of you, you jumped.

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Kinktober Day 5: Nukklebust Productions Presents

Kinktober Day 5 Prompts: Kneeling ~ Triple penetration ~ Video (being recorded) Fandom: Original (Auchendale Archives) Tags: exophilia, m/f, slight f/f, orgy, triple penetration, kneeling, video recording, pornography, group sex, anal plug, sex toys, Pairing:GoblinM/HumanF, GoblinM/ElfF, HumanF/ElfF

[Authors Note: This is purely self indulgent smut that I have written for my own personal enjoyment and it is loosely based on a dream I had a few weeks ago. I was torn between putting this in Warcraft or not and I decided to put it in the Auchendale universe so I can use Ember since I kind of fell in love with her, which was unintentional since I made her on a whim. Vyzzie was borrowed from a friend with permission.]

The owners of The Scarlet Eclipse had some very firm rules on photography and video being taken in the club. The top rule was that in general it wasnt allowed. This was to help enforce privacy rules and ensure that the people who came to the club felt safe. The exception to the rule was, of course, pornography. The owners had a relationship with a few directors in the industry and allowed some of their rooms to be used for photo shoots and film shoots as long as nothing got out of hand and it was kept quiet. The location was never allowed to be revealed.

There were limitations of course, no large productions, and only so many rooms could be rented out for this purpose. The club still needed to cater to its own clientele of course, and it opened up the opportunity for people to explore their own exhibitionist and voyeuristic fetishes. Once it became known, it was an open secret around the club. Privacy was still respected, but the owners invested in a remodel that turned a couple of the rooms into permanent filming areas. They could be accessed through a special door and from the outside and the area could be locked down if needed.

When not in use by professionals, the owners allowed club members to book the rooms for a fee and they would get a copy of the finished product for their own personal enjoyment. Some allowed their amateur films to be released online, most kept them private. VIP members of the club were allowed to use these areas for free with enough prior notice. As it was, there was a waiting list, and sometimes it could take a few months to gain access to one of the rooms, especially if you needed a specific one.

The club owners had made it easy to check the availability of the rooms online, and there was a link to the waiting list. Anyone already on it could also check their place in the queue. Vyzzie had been checking every day for the last few weeks to see if his request had been bumped up in the queue. He had paid extra and used his friends VIP access to cut in line as much as he could. He was eager to do the scene and had been making preparations for almost two months now. The preparations had to be changed multiple times already as people had backed out and Vyz knew the longer it took the harder it would be to do.

Thankfully his friend had promised not to back out and had even suggested bringing someone along so she wasn’t the only female in the scene. It meant they could do much more with what they had left and the plans for the scene had begun to change. It was shaping up to be one of his better ideas, he just had to make sure the people still on board stayed on board.

The idea had come about after a wild night with two chicks he didn’t really know well. He ended up getting kind of close to one of them and she had expressed a desire to have another threesome but with two guys instead. He knew someone that would be interested and it had been fun, but then they got to thinking, why not invite more people, and the idea developed into something that Vyz was quite eager for, as was his new friend Ember.

Vyzzie had promised that he would only invite people she trusted, and Ember offered to bring her elf friend from the first time. It was shaping up to be quite a scene and once it was settled the negotiations began and everything was put in place with an understanding of what was expected of everyone. Simple color codes would be used instead of safe words so that everyone could be on the same page and no one got lost or confused.

When the day finally came Vyz could barely contain his excitement. He had gone over the details with Ember so many times that they both decided to share control of the situation. It also lead to copious amounts of sex between the two of them as every time they discussed it the conversation would inevitably arouse one or both of them. They had pretty much fucked on every surface in Vyzzie’s apartment, including his roommate's bed. That one he wasn’t particularly proud of when it was discovered and he had to do a lot of apologizing to make up for it.

With Ember in tow and some luggage Vyz arrived at the club a few hours before the filming was going to start. This was pretty standard to give them time to set up, and get everyone ready. He was practically vibrating with excitement the goblin looking up at his human companion with mischievous violet eyes.

“Ok, so it’s gonna be an hour before the others show up. I thought we could get everything set up and go over the negotiations one last time. Make sure nothin essential god missed.” Vyz opened the door to the main room and dropped off his bags before peeking into the equipment room off to the side. It housed all the recording equipment, back up servers, everything they needed but it was empty. “Ok looks like the crew ain’t here yet. S’fine, gives us a bit more time.”

Ember moved around the room checking things out and setting her luggage near the back wall and out of the way. She could change later. For now the room needed some work. The bed would be plenty large enough for all of them, not much else in the room would make it into the shot, but it was still worth it to spruce up the room and make it look nice. Despite what they were going to be doing, Ember wanted it to have a soft feeling and she began digging through the chests full of props and accessories to see how they could alter the look and feel of the room.

“Whatcha got there dollface?” Vyz had slipped up behind Ember, placing a hand on her ass and peering into the chest she was digging through.

“I was hoping to find something to help the room look less plain and sterile. The bed is nice, its a good size. The furniture all matches and it looks ok. Has a bit of a hotel feel which might be on purpose, but I was kind of hoping for something a little different?” She looked at him and rolled her eyes when she felt him rubbing her ass. “You are getting awfully friendly there Vyzzie.”

“Yer my friend.” He quipped and pinched her. “Don’t worry. I remember. No attachments. Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the benefits package.” Smirking he dug through the chest with a free hand, black claws catching on some fabric. “I trust your taste. I know we were only at your place once, but I liked it. Lots of lights, colors. Had that weird gothic rainbow vibe going. You got a unique style Em, that is for sure.”

“How about we change the lamps, throw up some lights on the wall, drape some fabric around and soften the whole room up a bit. Considering what we are going to be doing, it will be a really interesting contrast I think.” Ember pulled some sheer fabric from the chest and began draping it on the headboard.

“I like how you think. Let the room be soft, the actions hard.” Vyz helped change out the room decor to match her vision. It was getting close to when the others should start arriving. “Hey, uh.. Emmy? You know if you aren’t sure about this or need to change some stuff I will understand. You know that right?”

Ember laughed. “Emmy?” She stepped over to Vyz, running a hand through his dark blue hair. “Yeah Vyz. I know. I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t trust you.”

“I will make sure your boundaries ain’t crossed. I know ya got some hang ups and all that. Don’t want there to be any pressure in the moment to do anything you ain’t sure of. I know how it gets once a scene starts and ya get caught up in it. Don’t want that ta happen here.”

Ember nodded. “That is why I brought a precaution. I really don’t like anal, and I won’t be able to relax if I worry that it might happen, even accidentally. So I brought a plug with me to help. If something is already there that I am comfortable with, then nothing else can go in and I can relax. I know it sounds counter intuitive and it took me a long time to get to a point where I can even use it, but it actually helps and functions in a way that lets me maintain control over it.”

“Not weird, makes a lot of sense actually. You control its size, when you use it, and it prevents anyone you are with from just having an ‘oops’ moment or doin the whole ‘it's better to ask forgiveness than permission’ nonsense. I hear ya, I support it. Need any help or just some privacy?”

“I can go put it in myself, wont take me too long I prepared myself for it but didn’t want to have it in all day. Give me a few minutes to get ready if you want to finish the room?”

“Sure, no problem, I can get it done.” Vyz went back to putting the finishing touches on the room when the crew arrived.

They began setting up the cameras at the goblins' instruction and made sure all the equipment was well hidden so as to not ruin the scene. There would only be so many angles shot and the final product would time some time to edit and put together into something polished and finished, ready for release, but Vyz was fine with waiting.

He had initially thought to hire a scene director, someone to keep everyone on track, but instead chose to work through the scenario with everyone, set a basic structure, and then just let things happen naturally. He wanted it to be real, visceral, and that wouldn't happen if there was a script or strict direction to follow.

Ember came back into the room with nothing but a mask and some thigh high socks on. The masquerade mask was small, simple, and not too bulky. It would stay on easily, and leave her mouth and nose free. The thigh highs were a request from Vyz. The only other things she had on was special body make up that would hide her tattoos and dried down so it wouldn’t smear. She had practiced with it before, going through an intense sex scene to see how well it held up to sweat and other body fluids along with friction. It held up well enough that she was confident in being filmed. She knew her tattoos were recognizable enough that she just wasn’t willing to risk it since Vyz made it clear this wasn’t going to stay private.

The muscular goblin let out a low whistle when he saw Ember. The thigh high socks were perfect. A soft looking material, black, and they hugged her thighs in a way that made it clear they wouldn’t move. The mask was black with silver accents and it made her look elegant. “Damn, you sure do make a pretty picture there Em. So uh, when is Vela gonna arrive?”

“She should have already been here. I told her she needed to get here early to get ready. I hope everything is ok. Let me text her real fast.” Heading back to her bags to grab her phone Ember didn’t notice the door opening again.

The rest of the goblins arrived as a group. Vyz greeting his friends and acquaintances with a smile. “Glad ta see ya made it boys. Ember is in the back finishin up and we are just waitin on Velasara. I think you only met Ember though” Vyz commented to his friend.

Coming back out Ember paused to see a room full of goblins standing around. All eyes were suddenly on her and never before had she felt more like prey. The moment passed quickly but it was hard to shake as a few sets of eyes lingered.

“Here lemme introduce you. Ember you already know Krazz from the party. Those two are Riznik and Viznik, twins if it wasn’t obvious, and that is Zorblix.” Vyz finished the introductions.

“Just Blix.”

Ember nodded and waved. “I would appreciate it if my name wasn’t used during filming, if it is all the same.”

“Sure thing, not a problem. Anyone else?” Vyz knew that both women would be in masks, but he wasn’t sure about anyone else.”

“I’m good with not using names. We all wearing masks or just the girls?” Krazz rolled his shoulders and looked for a place to set down his bag. “I brought one with me just in case. No offence but I am not sure I want to be recognized.”

“We can just avoid names entirely if it helps. I can’t imagine there is gonna to be much talkin” Vyz chimed in, his accent sounding much thicker in comparison to his friend.

“I don’t really give a shit either way. Not my first rodeo, so it is all fine with me.” Blix moved off to the back of the room and began stripping.

There was a knock interrupting the conversation and the door slowly opened. “Hello? I am sorry I am late.” Vela stepped in looking a bit frazzled. “Sorry got caught up and it took me some time to get everything together. I hope I didn’t put us too far behind?”

“Nah, yer good, we ain’t even started.” Vyz waved the lithe elf over and gestured to the back. “Go get ready and we can do a final run through and just make sure everyone is on the same page before we begin.” Vyz moved back to the recording room and spoke to the staff there, making sure that they would be ready to go as soon as the group finished their preparations.

While Vyzzie was busy, the rest of the goblins stripped and got ready for the scene. The twins were engaged in a bout of rock paper scissors to decide who got which girl to start as they wanted some separation to start. Krazz slipped on his own mask, looking a bit like a corvid with the beak design. It was a little flashy for porn, but it went well with Ember's mask. He hoped that he would get a shot with the human at some point as he had been attracted to her since they met at a party Vyz had invited him to.

Blix was busy strapping on his harness and cock ring. Fully prepared for taking over should the others struggle with any part of the scene. Of all of them he had the most experience performing for the camera, he knew the best angles, how to position himself, and all the tricks needed to not blow his load too quickly. Considering how hot the girls were in this scene, those were some tricks he was going to have to utilize.

Velasara came back looking an almost striking opposite of Ember. Her thigh highs were white with ruffles, her mask had white feathers and delicate gold filigree. She was taller than Ember with a lithe and delicate frame and soft features. Comparatively her body was a bit more slender when compared to Ember's more generous curves. The contrast made the pair enticing to look upon and the goblins in the room struggled to remain professional.

Ember leaned up and tugged Vela down to whisper in a long ear. The tittering laugh from the elf filld the room as both women seemed quite amused about something. It made Vyz a little suspicious and he hoped that this wasn’t going to be something he needed to worry about later.

“Ok, so here is the scene. I figure it will be easier if we don’t all start at first. I was thinking the girls could have a solo scene together or with one other person involved, then we can introduce some others, or if we are worried about time, then maybe we all just start? Opinions?” Vyz was looking around at the people gathered and realized how this looked. He hadn’t meant to only invite goblins, that was how it worked out. With all the cancellations and rescheduling, this was the group he ended up with and looking at it objectively, this would probably end up in a fetish category when released, even if there wasn’t a ton of kink involved.

“Well are you looking to build a plot or not? Like do we want to have dialog, a wisp of a story, or just get to the fucking already?” Ember asked as she leaned into Vela

“Good question, uh, any thoughts, I know we ain’t got a ton of time. I booked us for the rest of the day, but gettin shots set up can eat into that, and we don’t really have a script. I kinda wanted this ta feel natural, a bit more amateur and spontaneous.” Vyz admitted.

“Eh, speaking as the one with experience here. Neither are going to work. It is too late to try and fudge a script and just jumpin in is going to get someone injured. I say let the girls warm each other up, that should also warm the rest of us up and get the mood set. I can tell first timers when I see em and there are some nervous faces in this group.” Blix walked up to Vyz and gestured to the setting. “Plus, with a setting like this, it just screams lesbian porno. So why not start that way? Then we transition into the spit roasting, the group sex, multiple penetration shots, all of that.” He shrugged and his eyes widened. “Oh, condoms? We doing condoms or creampies?”

“Creampies” Vyz interjected. “That is why this took so long. Everyone had to test clean and have alternative forms of birth control. We can switch to condoms if anyone is still uncomfortable with sloppy seconds or had some questionable interactions since getting tested.”

“Ok so it seems like we are ready. Vela, after you.” Ember gestured to the bed and smiled as her elvish friend climbed up on the bed. Ember followed staying on her hands and knees while Vela got situated.

“What the fuck is that?” Blix blurted out and both girls fell into hysterical laughter.

It took several moments for them to calm down enough for Ember to speak. “I have some hangups where anal sex is involved. I felt the only way I would be able to relax is to ensure that it couldn’t happen, even accidentally. Thus, an anal plug.”

“Ok, yeah, I get it, makes perfect sense. What I meant, was why is it flashing like a rave?”

Ember fell over laughing again and just shook her head, it took her a bit to compose herself. “Look, it is a thing with me. I never do anything even halfway normal. You see my hair. My house look like a goth and a unicorn got into a fight. I like bright shiny things and honestly with the lights on it shouldn’t even be that noticeable or a distraction. I set it to slow strobe and match the lights hanging on the wall above the bed.”

“Ok, alright. One more question. Where did you get it and how much?” Blix was laughing and shrugging at the stares he was getting. “What? I wanna add one to my collection ok?”

“Let's talk after. I can give you all the details.” Ember slid up next to Vela and gave her friend a gentle kiss.

Both women were clearly nervous to start and Vyz knew that the first several minutes of footage probably wouldn’t be used. Watching them slowly explore each other was a different kind of arousing entirely, and it was difficult not to get caught up in the moment and just be content with watching. The slide of their bodies together, the soft moans, the way the colors of their limited clothing contrasted, it was a truly beautiful sight. One that Vyz was loathe to interrupt, but knew he would have to if they were going to get to the point of the scene.

The others held back waiting for Vyz to give the signal, It was hard not to be entranced, watching the women together. Especially once it was clear that they forgot where they were and were simply focused on the pleasure. Vyz held off a bit longer, watching with a slow smile as the women rocked slowly together at first, then sped up. The sound of their shared orgasm rang through the room snapping the goblins out of the spell they had been under.

Ember lay next to Vela, her breathing slowing to normal as they nuzzled and kissed each other. Hands still exploring as they enjoyed the afterglow of their shared pleasure. Ember would have to remember this, maybe invite Vela over sometime to just see how things might work out between them. Up until this moment Ember was certain her elvish friend was straight, maybe that was not the case now and it was something worth exploring, only later.

The bed shifted slightly as Vyz hopped up on the bed, crawling over to Ember and nipping her shoulder and neck. Pulling her gently and slowly to another part of the bed. The only way this would work was with a bit more space between the woman. Krazz was next on the bed, slipping up next to Vela and stroking over her sides and hip, his hands slipping up to her breast, fingertips teasing over her nipple.

Riz and Blix joined Krazz by the elf, all of their touches light. Wanting to start slow, ease into it. Viz, was the last to join, slipping up next to Ember and Vyz, nuzzling at the human’s ample chest. Everything was slow to start, no one wanting to be the first to break the soft moment that had somehow been created. Vyz was the first to lose his battle with desire and pushed Ember onto her stomach, slipping a pillow under her hips and angling her face away from him.

It was simply impossible to resist her, the scent of her, the sight of her, Vyzzie buried his face against her nether lips and pushed his tongue in, tasting her depths. Lips crooked up in a half smile at the sound of her moans suddenly being muffled. He didn’t have to look to know what had just happened and he was excited at how much Ember seemed to be enjoying it. Cutting his oral exploration short, Vyzzie lifted up and angled himself behind her, pushing his hard cock against her slick opening. She was so wet, so much wetter than he had expected and found it was far easier to slide in that usual.

While the flashing light was a bit of a distraction, Vyz found it easier and easier to ignore the deeper he slid into Ember until he was balls deep and groaning. His claws dug into her skin as his control slipped for just a moment and he had to pause before thrusting. His ears twitched at the sounds coming from the other end of the bed and he risked a glance over at the elf. The sight was almost enough for him to lose it right there and he had to snap his gaze back down to Ember.

Vela was up on her knees, Riding Riz, with Blix behind her, and Krazz standing with a firm grip on her head as he thrust into her mouth. Blix was still gently preparing her with some lube and a finger while he encouraged Riz with a quiet voice to keep a slow pace and to gently stimulate her clit. Blix knew that increasing the elfs pleasure was going to keep her relaxed and make penetration much easier. The extra lube helped as well and he wanted to make sure that she was fully ready before even attempting penetration. His experience was why he was the one handling preparing her and subsequently the one to be granted the pleasure of having her that way.

Viz was careful, his hands resting on Ember’s head more than holding it as he thrust into her mouth. He was originally going to let her set the pace, and at first he did, but found that it just felt too good and he could not resist the urge to move his hips. He was focused, entirely on her and how it felt to be so far in her mouth and pushing into her throat. The feeling was unlike any other he had experienced, as this was his first time really trying anything with a human. He had a preference for orcish women, but now he wasn’t so sure that would be the case going forward. There was something softer, sweeter, more delicate about a human and he was eager to have his turn with the elf as well.

Ember’s eyes rolled back in her head as Vyz snapped his hips forward hitting that spot so deep that only he ever seemed to hit just right. The feel of someone both in her throat and fucking her was becoming overwhelming. It was everything she had wanted from this experience and a little more. She could tell Viz was going easy on her, and she tried to encourage him when he began thrusting into her mouth. Closing her eyes she swallowed around him, letting her throat constrict around the head of his cock making him moan. It clearly worked to erode at his control as his hips snapped forward suddenly. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, his expression was one of slight concern. She just nodded, hoping he understood.

It was pure heaven when Viz finally took the hint that she could handle it and threaded his fingers tighter in her hair, getting a good grip and tugging as he pushed his cock deeper into her throat. She was no longer giving him a blowjob, he was fucking her face, and her moans got louder and louder as she drew closer to release. The feel of her friend fucking her so hard and deep, his balls slapping against her clit as his sharp claws left little pinpricks of pain in her hips increased the sense of euphoria washing over her. Ember slipped into a more relaxed state, letting her body go slightly limp so that she could more easily be penetrated by both goblins. Soon her nose was pressed into the dark curls above Viz’s shaft as she felt his cock swell in her throat. A loud sharp moan from above her and the sudden heat in her throat let her know the goblin had reached climax.

Rope after rope of cum was pumped into her throat as Viz pulled out, some of his seed coating her mouth and lips, some hitting the mask as he fell back panting, clearly worried that he was choking her. With her airway free Ember could be better heard as she also reached climax almost the same time as Vyz did inside of her. The combined pleasure of dual penetration and stimulation was more than enough to send Ember over the edge hard. Vyz hunched over her back as he found his own release.

Vela was on edge as well with Krazz thrusting more firmly into her mouth while Blix had slowly pushed inside of her. The feeling over all her holes being filled was one she had never thought she would enjoy and was now worried she would become addicted to. Somehow Riz and Blix found a Rhythm that kept almost constant stimulation within her, an almost overwhelming sensation as she was filled beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Surprisingly Vela was the first to reach release, easily, as Riz had continued stimulating her clit while she rode him. Since they were not closed to finished, the goblins did not stop and continued to fuck the elf right through her first orgasm.

Blix helped Riz by taking over the clitoral stimulation so the other goblin could get a better grip on the elf to thrust deeper and faster up into her. Krazz kept his movements slow, despite wanting to just let go. He wanted to keep an eye on her to ensure that she remained ok, and he wanted to draw this out as much as possible. Vela was well on her way towards a second orgasm when Riz thrust up hard into her with a loud cry, his body shaking slightly as he emptied his seed inside of her. He could tell that Blix would probably be next and helped by reaching up and teasing Vela’s nipples to see if he could send the elf over the edge again.

Vela came almost at the same time as Blix who had snarled as he finally came, almost biting her and stopping himself at the last minute as he just pressed his forehead against her back and rode out his own pleasure while pumping his cum deep inside of her. The contractions of her body milking him for every drop he had as his grip on her remained tight. Krazz was the last to release, finally letting himself go and speeding up, pushing almost his full length into her throat with a loud cry. He almost fell over from the intense pleasure as he had unintentionally edged himself for the last bit of it.

Carefully the goblins pulled out of their partners and all that could be heard was the sound of light panting and breathing normalizing. Vyz was the first one to speak. “Ok swap? Who wants to swap.”

Krazz raised his hand. “I call your position.” The others laughed at how quickly he responded.

Blix shook his head. “I am good where I am if there are no complaints?”

“Nah, I’m good, I’ll swap.” Riz offered. “Unless you want to stay with Ember Vyz?”

“That would put you and your brother on the same girl, that ok?”

“I don’t care, as long as our balls don’t touch it ain’t gay right?” Viz offered as a joke, he new that gay wasn’t the problem in that scenario, but it wouldn’t be the first time they had shared.

Ember lost it a little bit at that and then so did Vela. The boys had to wait for the giggling to die down before new positions could be achieved. Krazz rolled Ember onto her side, moving the pillow.

“This ok?” He asked before positioning her leg up on his shoulder.

Ember nodded and tilted her head up at Vyzzie. She had expected him to take a turn with Vela, and maybe he would, the night was young and there was no reason that they wouldn’t swap positions a few more times, especially with some of the ideas Vyz had shared with her during planning. He was smiling at her, stroking her hair away from her mask and carefully wiping the cum from it. Ember realized, from the look in his eyes that they might need to have a conversation later. It was clear an attachment might be forming and she just wasn’t ready for another relationship. Something she hoped wouldn’t ruin the friendship they already had. Glancing down she could see the eager look in Krazz’s eyes as he gazed down at her, positioning himself against her cum soaked folds. Ok, strike that, maybe a conversation with Vyz could happen after she got him and Krazz alone sometime and had them fuck her absolutely senseless. She had a feeling this was going to be a bit of a wild ride and while she still could she glanced over to see Vela being re positioned, clear glee on her friends face, even with the mask there was no missing that expression.

The night was filled with the sounds of moans as the group quickly forgot the cameras and worked on trying as many different positions and combinations as they could before eventually collapsing in and exhausted heap and snuggling up together before the staff gently reminded them that closing time was less than an hour away.

Overall, the experience had been one that wouldn’t be easily forgotten and new friends had been made from the most unlikely of scenarios. They all agreed that this was something they would like to try again, maybe with a script and more elaborate costumes, but that was a conversation for a later date when everyone was clean and well rested.

#exophilia #goblin boyfriend #goblin x human #goblin x elf #human x elf #Auchendale Archives #Kinktober 2020

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unioncolours · 4 years ago

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One Majsasaurus Year!

Today is a very special day for me. This day marks the one-year anniversary since I uploaded the very first chapter of my very first fanfiction. It has been one year since I stepped into the Naruto/Boruto fandom as a content creator.

This post is going to be a sappy meta post about my year as a content creator and my relationship to my fanfictions, to my writing and to my fandom and friends.

Please continue reading down below 💕⬇

I began watching Naruto in 2019, and by summer 2019 I had seen Shikamaru’s arc in Shippuden. I was blown away by his character and I was a full shipper of ShikaTema by then. I could not wait until we got to the end of Shippuden, and began googling the next gen characters (and spoiling the end game couples at the same time) and you can only imagine my satisfaction when I found out ShikaTema became canon and they had a son.

Very soon after this I came up with my first fanfiction idea, the one that gave birth to my very first fanfiction Shadows and Sand. I believed that idea had been done before, but after vacuuming through both ff.net and ao3, and I found nothing, I decided to write it myself.

I may have written fanfictions only for a year, but prior to this I was hardcore into the original writing world. I had written two fantasy novels and five full length plays before I wrote my first fanfiction, one of which was published, so the art of writing was something I was fairly used to.

The fanfiction writers I had read and followed to this point were Big Fandom Name writers with strict schedules and lots of readers. Every time they uploaded a new chapter their audience would write comments like “Your spoiling us with these tight schedules” and so on. I really liked the idea of a consecutive schedule and decided to write the whole first fic in its entirety, so I could “spoil” my potential readers with updates.

Shadows and Sand ended up being 35 000 word long, divided into eight chapters. This was the first story in my whole life I had ever written completely in English (and it was not easy). Going back to Shadows and Sand is cringy for me, mainly for the way I expressed myself in English, thought I still think the plot is great.

Here is one of the lines from Shadows and Sand I to this day think is amazing:

“She [Mirai] looked into his eyes, but he [Shikadai] didn’t look back, because he was already staring into a nightmare where his dad was dead because of his mistakes.”

For a totally new fanfiction writer, with no “fanbase” prior to this, I would say I got quite a lot of comments (around 15 in total on the eight chapters) and I was extremely happy for that.

I uploaded the whole thing in a week and a half, satisfied and proud of the result. At the final chapter I got a comment where the commentor wrote something along the lines of “Well written angst and well written fluff”. I pondered about those statements for a long time, thinking, yes, this was actually angst, even if I in the moment of writing – then I was still unused to the tagging system and the tropes of fanfiction, didn’t categorise the fic as angst, because I thought angst could only be chopped off limbs and painful deaths. But this fic had angst as well. Tiny angst, but still. And a rather powerful feeling rose in my chest from that moment. This is what I want to do in the fandom. To write heartfelt stories that make people feel.

One week after I uploaded the final chapter of Shadow and Sand my fingers began to itch. I wanted to write more. Wanted to explore the little grain of world building I had already created. Wanted to write more Shikadai and Inojin kissing.

And thus, To go down with the Sun was born.

I began writing Down with the Sun with only one vision – something epic and an explosion. The plot was evolving as I was writing and the result ended up being just beautiful. And I became obsessed with this story. I wrote it in racer speed, 50 000 words in 26 days (that is madness, I tell you, MADNESS!) and then the rest 30k in 20 days. I could not think of anything but this story and the Next Generation Kids I put through trials and hell. I felt true euphoria while writing this story that unfolded under my fingers like in a dream. It was a mania, and a damn strong one.

The first thing I did when I woke up was writing, the last thing I did before going to bed was writing it. I prioritised writing this story above all in my life.

At the time of uploading, the fic did not get that much recognition. I got about one comment per chapter. When I uploaded the final chapter, I got two comments on that one, which was a tiny bummer, since I had hoped for more. It was a lonely, but lovely job to write Down with the Sun, mostly with my own thoughts as company, since the readers were rather quiet with feedback.

But I loved the few comments I got and I still got kicks from just the single act of uploading a new chapter. Because in the end, I wrote for myself and even more for the characters and plot. Finishing the story was the greatest motivator.

I uploaded the final chapter of To go down with the Sun December 7th, 2019. And I still to this day love the story I created, even if I know that I’d definitely re-write some elements from the story if I’d write it again. But I still love it.

After To go down with the Sun I wrote the fic that I hold the least emotional value to, Earning a weasel’s trust. The story is cute and short (11 000 words). It was a nice little project focusing on Temari’s motherhood to Shikadai that I wrote in a week. It got close to no feedback or attention, but it didn’t make me sad, because I needed to write and share that story and then move on with my life. I am though happy I wrote it.

At this time in my creative process I had been really lonely. It had been me with my own head and the characters. I had no beta reader and no one to bounce off ideas or anything. I had no fandom friends. I am still amazed I had written around 130k words without almost any support whatsoever in the span of four months.

This all changed in late December 2019. I found a Discord Server that I basically begged to get to be part of, and it really changed my fandom experience. Prior to this, my fandom experience had been lonely, and I just produced and consumed content. There was no interaction between anyone, except me replying to commentors.

And now, I found friends. I found people who loved the same pairing and show as I, and it felt almost life changing. This was the time when fandom really felt like… a hobby. A home. Before, it was a creative outlet, now it became a community.

I thrived.

The mod of this server @loknnica, hosted during this time a writing contest, which I eagerly wanted to take part of. I wrote my contest fic, Branded by Love, during January 2020, in which I made Shikamaru betray Konoha for Suna and Temari, and their son Shikadai became the One Tail jinchuuriki. The fic was 10k words long, and OUCH, the backstory I came up with. As soon as BbL was finished I decided that I wanted to write a long version of this canon divergence-world I had created.

In February 2020 I began writing Trial of the Heart, the epic version of Branded by Love. And damn, damn, damn what an epic story was born out of my fingers and brain. I love ToH, I loved what it turned out to be, a heart-wrenching and sad story of Shikamaru, Temari and Shikadai in a world of war.

While writing ToH the writing contest was ending and to my big, big delight, I WON! Branded by Love and I won the contest! This was precisely the boost I needed to really feel validated in my rather specific writing style and choice of plots.

I wrote ToH almost non-stop for four months, and in the beginning of June, the 28th chapter was uploaded. Trial of the Heart ended up being 123 000 words long. In four months, a whole damn NOVEL was created from my keyboard.

The pride, guys. The pride and joy I felt was like a drug injection.

Finishing off works is the greatest, greatest dose of motivation and pride. To write, write, write and finish. And let go of your work, to upload it with a great smile on your face.

During the spring and summer of 2019 three very important friends entered my life.

Vee (@veeganburger on twitter),

Becks (@notquitejiraiya on twitter)

Spooky (@spookymoth on twitter).

These three wonderful ladies really made me feel valid as a writer, and made me love my own work as well. During the spring To go down with the Sun had gained quite a lot of attraction, and the kudos and comments came. All the loneliness I had felt during the autumn was replaced by joy and love of sharing my works. These women have shared their thoughts of my work (and art) to me and I have also in privacy felt secure to talk with these women about nothing and all at once. They never fail to cheer me up.

I love you.

I had also gained the nickname “Shikadai’s tormentor” after multiple times forced that poor boy into horrible situations in my works. The user @shikanaradai’s nickname is Shikadai’s protector and we have an ongoing joke about being archenemies because of this. Ah. The fandom bubble was and is so lovely when you can experience inside jokes with friends. They became my friends, and I gained so much from this.

ANYHOW.

During Trial of the Heart I wrote a friendship between Shikadai and Inojin and I realised I missed writing them as a couple, like I had done in To go down with the Sun. With the support of Vee, who was really, really excited for a new fic where those two boys are a couple, I decided to write a sequel to To go down with the Sun, which I named To dance above the Stars.

In the wait before I began writing that one, I wrote two one shots, 48 hours to live – a next gen focused fic based on a manga chapter from the Boruto manga, and a pure Shikadai x Inojin one shot, I found love in the eyes of a boy, because at that time I knew already I had dug my own grave with that pairing.

I began writing To dance above the Stars in June 2020 and uploaded the first chapter at the end of the same month.

Simultaneously as I wrote Above the Stars I also wrote/edited three fics, one of them called The End, for an application to become a writer to the ShikaTema zine Everything I never knew I wanted. The results of the application came in the middle of July, when I had written a good chunk of Above the Stars.

I WAS ACCEPTED!

I am now officially one of the five writers for that zine!

To dance above the Stars got better recognition that I ever imagined. I was terrified that no one would want to read it, because it was a sequel and had very niched themes. A rare gay next gen pairing in focus and a story with extremely heavy emotional themes. I was so unsure anyone would want to read. The same feeling of loneliness that I had experienced during To go down with the Sun came back a little bit. That it in the end would be only me and my text.

How wrong I was.

To dance above the Stars got wonderful feedback, and more kudos than for example Trial of the Heart got. I received wonderful comments, and even fanart! I was so extremely happy and felt a new powerful emotion. It almost felt like my fic had its own little world in the world of fics, if that makes sense? Like a miniature fandom. During the late summer To go down with the Sun got translated into Russian by a wonderful reader of mine, enabling my texts to a wider audience, which I am extremely honoured by.

As I write this, it is September 2020. One year ago, I was writing Shadows and Sand and struggling through stringing English sentences together and that was also when “my” version of Shikadai was born. One year ago, I was writing what I to this day think is the best fighting scene I have ever written – and I write a lot of fight scenes. One year ago I was listening to “I just want to be brave” from the movie Lion King to get into Shikadai vibes and the mistake he did in that fic, a song I revisit for this reason time and time again.

I remember naively thinking that I will finish Shadows and Sand and then maybe write something else as well. Little did I then, in September 2019 know, that I would one year later have written closer to 400k words of fics, centred around Team 10 or around the Nara family. One year, almost four hundred thousand words.

Now, one year later I had won a writing contest, written three full length NOVELS as fics, been accepted to a wonderful zine, and found lovely, lovely friends. I even got crowned as a “Queen” for the Shikadai x Inojin ship, Shikajin as it is called, since I am one of the like three people who write for that ship, and have to this date written around 180k words for them. Which is a lot, haha!

I feel like I have conquered a tiny corner of the great fandom sandbox, and let me tell you, I thrive in my own corner. I might have few followers on twitter compared to many other creators, but I still want to provide content for those who want to see it. I might write rather niche works, but they filled a space where no fics were, and enriched the fandom in their own ways, even if I haven’t gotten tens of comments on each chapter. I have gotten around four comments each chapter, but it felt like okay.

I might not mod great zines like many of my friends do, something that did for a few months bring great stress into my fandom life. Am I a second-hand fandom member because I don’t want to moderate a zine, was something I often thought about. Am I lesser worth because I don’t do these amazing projects? No, I am not. And I feel very satisfied by just following my friends’ journeys and look at beautiful twitter accounts for zines.

I want to put my energy on writing intriguing plots and difficult fight scenes. Every fandom experience is valid.

In my heart I know my fics and content are good. Maybe not as good as native English writer’s content, but they’ve got a heart and soul on their own, and I really feel like I do have a Majsasaurus genre, trope or theme going on in my fics. And to be honest, I love it, and I accept that other people might not love it as much, or not at all. But it doesn’t matter. What I think of my own content matter.

If any of you, who read this, have commented even once on one of my fics, thank you.

If any of you have ever interacted with me on twitter through comments, thanks you.

If any of you have pressed the follow button on either twitter or tumblr for me, thank you.

If any of you have left kudos to me, thank you.

If any of you have read my stuff but don’t want to comment because of different reasons, or if you feel shy to reach out, thank you for reading and I appreciate you as well.

That was one hell of a Majsasaurus Year. Here’s to the next year. Cheers!

Thank you, all of you. You make my fandom experience complete.

- Majsasaurus Bex

#shikadai fanfiction #shikamaru fanfiction #majsasaurus #meta discussion #fic writing #i love you guys #all of you #thank you for reading and for everything

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the-house-of-the-nine · 6 years ago

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Looking for Contact: Lazarius Kash’ebahl

NAME: Lazarius Kash’ebahl

NICKNAME/TITLE: High Inquisitor, The Serpent

AGE: 288 RACE: Sin’dorei / Quel’dorei ( Ask its a long history. )

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Hetero

MARITAL STATUS: Single

SERVER: Wyrmrest Accord

FACE CLAIM: Chris Cerulli AKA Chris Motionless

Physical Appearance

HAIR: Dark Chestnut Brown

EYES: Pure Black

HEIGHT: 72″

BUILD: Slender / Gaunt / Lithe

TATTOOS: A helix pattern looking like scales covers his enter upper body, neck to wrist. Scattered throughout are runic markings much like the Shal’dorei but void in nature. Several words written in Shath’yar are also on his back and stomach.

PIERCINGS: Four Silver Hoops in each ear long the lobe, a gauged plug in the lobe with a fifth silver hoop through that. His ears are sheathed with a pair of sterling Shal’dorei ear covers.

JEWELRY: Left hand: Silver braided pinky ring, Silver braided thumb ring, and an onyx braided middle finger ring with a violet amethyst stone. Right hand: A sterling silver sheath covers his index finger, it is clawed with a razor edge.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A scar runs from his clavicle to his belly button where his chest was opened during surgery. Both hands are wrapped in an ethereal shimmering void cloth. If he were to remove them, the left hand is missing and the right hand is missing half the pinky and ring finger.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: None

Personal

PROFESSION: Philanthropist / Economist / Owner and Operator of “Curiosities & Collections” an rare book, antique and unique item shop within Old Town: Stormwind. Heir of the Kash’ebahl Estate one of the largest Silk, Spice, and Artifact distributors in Quel’thalas.

HOBBIES: Playing Hearthstone, wood carving, playing the lyre.

RESIDENCE: Stormwind City; Old Town // The Bastille; Azjol Nerub

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’thalas

PATRON DEITY: The Void

FEARS: Drowning (He can’t swim.)

Relationships

SPOUSE: None

CHILDREN: Brinys Duskflame (Unknown to all but Verzatea Duskflame)

PARENTS: Father: Pytharius Kash’ebahl (deceased), Mother: Avarina Kash’ebahl (deceased),

SIBLINGS: Twin Sister: Pyravari Kash’ebahl (deceased; raised) Brother: Valla Kash’ebahl (SEEKING SOMEONE TO RP, missing presumed deceased), Sister: Siida Kash’ebahl.

OTHER RELATIVES: None Known

COMPANION: Rash’jahla; a hex eyed serpent that is always near him, though you may not see her.

Traits

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / callous / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional Information

Lazarius is a very diverse character. His roleplayed life has stretched from TBC to Current WoW. The being he is now is a result of the 10+ years he has been written. As such, yes he has multiple alias’ and yes he does operate within Horde and Alliance.

He’s surprisingly loyal to those who have gained his trust and have either joined his order, or become a well respected member of his personal life. Lazarius does not just jump into a relationship or friendship with anyone. He takes his time to begin learning about them. But once he has earned you loyalty and you his, he will in return be fiercely protective.

RP HOOKS

Old Gods- Not as much these days due to his shift in tone, but Lazarius has always been a follower of N’Zoth and the Old ones. He still respects the power that they command and ultimately will advise caution to anyone who associates with them. But he does still know quite a large deal of information on them.

Void Teaching- Lazarius has taught many students over his lifetime. Some of the most recent are Meiona Briggs, Sennaris Dal’talah and Zalra Azurestar. Lazarius is an authoritative figure in the realm of gravitational / dimensional / and construct magics. A side of void energy and shadow that is vastly overlooked.

Shadow Ops- As an Inquisitor and former hand to the Mistress of The Nine, Lazarius keeps a series of what he calls “Shades” at his disposal. He is always looking for new informants who seek to earn coin and distribute their information.

Anything! - I am always willing to start an RP with an idea. Lazarius does have a softer side. And is not just a gloom and doom villain.

Availability

Most weekend nights after 7:30 PM EST in game

Tumblr is Always Available and Encouraged.

Discord is my preferred method because I am actively writing with other members of The Nine constantly. And my activity level there is much quicker thanks to mobile. Please feel free to drop me a friending! thehouseofthenine#2795

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pkmnjesus · 6 years ago

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5 years of the PokémonJesus

Before the night comes to a close, I would like to personally reflect on today’s importance (thus the reason for the Takeover queue). It’s been 5 years since I officially became engaged with this fandom that has really became a weekly routine of mine when new episodes come out. This is really just to put my thoughts out there in the blog archive, so I would prefer if no one reblogs this. P J’s beginnings started all the way back with Serebii Forums...

2013-2014 (The Pokémon forums Era)

I have been lurking in the fandom as early as the Best Wishes days, and often visit sites like Serebii Forums or tumblr’s Pokémon anime tags around 2011. I usually talk Pokémon online when it comes to the games when battling or trading in certain chat rooms (was really active during the Gen. IV era of games), but never really talked about the anime with. I have been a spectator to the discussion while the BW saga was rolling a long, then I decided on September 26th 2013 (which was the airdate for the final BW! episode in Japan) to create a serebiiforums account under the username PokemonJesus123, just in time for the start of the XY series which I was mad hyped about! I WAS A FAN SINCE DAY 1...some y’all just tagged along in XY&Z NO LOYALTY xD . My serebii profile is still there actually, so you can try to find my old inactive page if you want lol (my avatar was me holding up my 3DS in a cringey way...looking back why tf did I take that photo lol delete later). Coming into 2014, I joined tumblr as well under the url name you see right before you. Never changed it, and probably never will. The origin of this name you ask? You’ll just have to ask me personally for that story 😉 I absolutely joined tumblr out of pure boredom to view and follow blogs I was a fan of. I had no intention of posting whatsoever. Oh, and I made a Twitter account under the P J name too! Follow ME :^)

2014-2015 (Thursday LIVE! tumblr era)

After a couple months of finally creating a tumblr account and actively posting on serebiiforums and bulbagarden, XY episode 50 (the episode where big lips Nini/Nene debuted) was the first EVER Pokémon anime episode I ever posted about in my blog. I was still new the #pokeani tag (funny story, I didn’t really knew what it meant back then besides to tag it lol), but I got as much as around 30-100 notes. Seeing those notes already got excited that it pushed me from making it a weekly thing since I had a livestream to watch it every Thursday night and screen-cap it. My goal from the very beginning was to try to be the first one to post about here, like what the Japanese fans do on Twitter under the #Anipoke tag. Of course, most of my notes came from either an AmourShipping post or a Serena post. I’m not going to lie, I was really a huge Serena fan when the series first started. I rambled a lot too getting hyped for Citron/Clemont episodes because he was probably my favorite character at the time xD

2015-2016 (A growing blog)

This was the era I started to do special long posts in celebration with Pokémon’s 20th anniversary. Around this period is where my blog was in a developing state getting like 2 or 3 followers every week. And trust me, there were A LOT of posts that I regret posting, but I learned to watch my words every week and say the right things (I really try not to trigger anyone here). I took a couple of weeks off when new episodes aired since I was really busy with college, or I wasn’t into XY filler episodes that much. Would usually tune in live when Team Flare was involved or anything with Squishy/Puni-chan (I absolutely ADORED Bonnie/Eureka in this arc), but I didn’t post that much on tumblr...unless if there was like an AmourShipping moment that happened xD. The hype for Gen. VII was already looming, and I kinda got bored from the anime A BIT. When Ash-Greninja came into the picture however, I got excited again! Then the Kalos League happened, and the anticipation of Ash’s journey hit a climax! We all know what happened, and the rest was history...

2016-2017 (GIFmaking era)

So the Sun & Moon anime happened late 2016, and the hype for a new series was within me again! This is when my blog REALLY started to boom, as well as the birth of my Pokémon Discord server PokéTōku. My notes were higher than over compared to what I posted from XY. One possible reason is that a lot of pokeani bloggers from back then weren’t really interested in Sun & Moon (probably because of the animation change), so I was one of few who still stayed for the ride and that really benefited my blog’s exposure. I absolutely loved Lillie’s character development, and I also did not expect myself to enjoy Lana/Suiren’s character so much! Brock & Misty’s was a huge highlight for me as well seeing my childhood come to a modern-day Pokémon series. I was surprised to have popular people reblog my stuff that destroys my notifications per second. I was even flattered when popular pokéblogs such as shelgon, corsolanite, chasekip, and a few others followed me. Back then I really wanted to get a lot of notes, but at this point I just wanted to be myself and post screen-caps that I feel like talking about. The series also motivated me to start making GIFs since I finally had access to Adobe Photoshop through my university’s application benefits. Later in 2017, I graduated from college and it gave me more time to improving my blog. Also, can you believe it took me 3 years to get 1,000 followers? If you asked me from day 1, I would have never expected to get that much since I had no idea about tumblr’s audience.

Everyone here knows that my blog doesn’t really follow “traditional” tumblr methods such as tags or making specific posts and what not (since I’m not really that into the tumblr culture lol...I’m just here for fun doing my own thing), but I hope I’ve brought something different to your dash experience 🙃

2017-2018 (Making friends)

From 1,000 to 2,500+ followers the next year. You’d be surprise how small that still is compared to the other popular Pokéblogs that joined tumblr later than me, but I’m still grateful for that number. My hype for movie 20 was crazy! I’d always make a post about it when a new trailer was out. But just like Sun & Moon, not everyone was looking forward to the AU it produced. The Let’s Go games shared the same fate as well since everyone didn’t want another Kanto, but I always defend the things that deserve a chance! I fairly enjoyed movie 20 though, and was the first movie that I posted screen-caps and GIFs for in this blog, even made an experience post about it watching it in the theaters! What’s MOST important to me during this time was actually interacting with some of my followers...or should I say friends now :) Out of the 5 years I’ve been here (not counting serebiiforum peeps I’ve known since 2013), I only recently talked to some of you around 2017. My interactions with people here have been awesome (for the most part at least lol) from sharing interests, geeking out over the anime, sending memes xD and concerns when P J isn’t feeling P J. You know who you are, and THANK YOU for cheering your boy up in times when I needed it despite not telling you about it <3 Going back to PokéAni hype, my next excitement attack was when they announced the Aether Foundation and Ultra Beasts were getting involved in the main story. It really makes up for no Alola movie...but hey we still got 1 year left, so maybe there’s hope?

Despite the brief breaks I took, P J’s activeness in the fandom has reached its highest when I managed the time to do scheduled posts and even started a few mini-blog series this year. Even during stressful times, I always make it an effort to find time and contribute to the fandom. I honestly don’t care if I get any asks because I know who the real homies are ◉‿◉つ A special shoutout as well to all the people that joined my Discord server through this website. I couldn’t have reached 100+ members without some of your blogs ^_^ And to the lurkers out there (I know some of y’all are creepin’ in the shadows of my blog without liking anything), you may not know it but I love you people too ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

Anyway this is just a summary of my journey here so far, and if you’d to hear a more in-depth story on some toxic things I’ve experienced in this fandom just message me. I personally don’t like venting out stuff in public because it just promotes more negativity, and I’m not about that. I will make a separate post on my feelings toward the schedule change maybe next week, and an appreciation post (5th tumblr blogaversary) for my specific followers January 2019. I am still preparing for that because there are so many people (even ones I don’t even talk to) I want to thank ❤ Moving forward into my 6th year, I probably won’t make another post like this anytime soon...but I am very hopeful for the future of the SM series and possible Gen. 8 anime late 2019. I also do plan on making some PokéAni-related stuff in my YouTube channel when the time is right, and have the resources to do projects. Keep your eyes out fam 👀LET’S F’N GO!

#The PokémonJesus reflection #P J's thoughts #PokeAni #Pokemon anime #5 years of being in the PokéAni fandom...what a bumpy ride #TPJ Takeover #END_TAKEOVER...good times and good night! Until next post PEACE ✌️

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texanredrose · 7 years ago

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With love, for @weisscoldglare and the Weiss server.

Blake furrowed her brows, looking between the diagram in the book and what she’d assembled on the floor of her room. Earlier in the day, she’d found a strange book among the shelves at the library and became interested, mainly because it was written in the old Faunus language. Then Sun had come over- insisting it was a book of witchcraft, that she shouldn’t even be touching it, quiet nearly getting them thrown out in the process- and while she fully believed he sincerely thought it was just that, she couldn’t take the suggestion seriously.

Really, witchcraft? Symbols and random ingredients in a bowl to cast spells? Come on. She might be a fan of some... questionable reading material that she kept well out of sight from her parents, but even she knew the difference between reality and fiction. The idea of being able to wield the elements or make someone she didn’t like fall flat on their face sounded like a stellar plot device, the whole ‘with great power comes great responsibility’ and so on, but in practicality would be ridiculous, and pretending it held any merit would only feed Sun’s paranoia regarding the subject.

So, she’d done the sensible thing and attempted to check the book out, though it didn’t have any sort of barcode and the staff didn’t recognize it. Thankfully, they knew her well enough to trust her with the book, as long as she promised to bring it back in the event the rightful owner returned for it. Sun had gone just a little crazy after that, insisting he’d rather walk than actually be near the thing, and she’d driven herself straight home to try casting one of the spells within.

After all, if she tried a spell, and it didn’t work, wouldn’t that prove that her best friend’s fears were entirely unfounded?

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief and clearing her throat. “But... here it goes.”

Blake began to read the paragraph beneath the diagram, the archaic words sounding at once foreign and welcomed to her ears. Honestly, she’d always had a bit of an interest in ancient Fauni as a language, so even if she thought this whole thing was a waste of time, at least she had a book obviously written millennia ago, when the language was alive and thriving.

Once done with the ‘incantation’, she snapped the book shut and looked at the nameless cover, with only an eight pointed snowflake to adorn it.

“Well, glad I wasted my time with that.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t call it a waste of time.” A voice came from behind her, startling her so bad she dropped the book and jumped to the other side of the room, whipping around to press her back against the wall. “A jumpy one, aren’t you, little witch?”

There, standing in her room, was a woman just a little shorter than her, with a great curved horn sweeping back over top her head, its twin oddly broken and jagged, just an inch long, with a luminescent scar leading down to streak across her left eye. Pure white hair- white as snow- pulled back into an off center ponytail, piercing blue eyes, and a little smirk that showed off sharp teeth- fangs, more like. Her entire outfit was white, making her eyes and the scar pop out all the more against pale skin, and a thin, spaded tail curled behind her, flicking lightly at the hem of her white skirt.

“Holy shit...” The words left her mouth in a soft whisper, heart hammering in her chest. “What are you?”

“The naivety is adorable, I’ll admit; you know what I am.” The woman took a step forward, her tail flicking as a smug smirk came to her lips. “But I’ll humor you. I’m a demon, little witch. The very one you summoned.”

Instantly, a war raged within her mind: her sense versus her senses. Because, rationally, she knew no such thing as demons existed, at least not in the literal sense. However... she couldn’t deny that the woman literally materialized behind her, that she was moving soundlessly around Blake’s bedroom, that her tail looked like no Faunus trait she’d ever seen.

“You’re... a demon- I summoned a demon?”

Blue eyes flashed over to her, pulled away from a photo on her wall of her family. “I’m sorry. Are you genuinely asking me to repeat what I just said or is this your first summoning?”

“... both?” She blinked rapidly, trying to wrap her mind around the situation before her. “I’m just- I’m a little confused here.”

“Alright, little witch, what did you honestly expect?”

“Not this!” Blake shook her head. “I didn’t mean for this to happen! It’s- it’s an accident!”

“Wait, are you- you’re telling me...” The woman looked at her then like she was the absolute dumbest person on the face of Remnant. “How do you accidentally summon a demon? You literally said the words ‘I invoke you, demon, to appear before me’ and you didn’t mean for that to happen?”

“No!” She spread her hands in absolute helplessness. “I- I didn’t think it would work! Witchcraft isn’t real, demons aren’t real, you are not real!”

With a sigh, she raised a hand and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the entire room melted away, replaced by-

“What... did you... just do...” Blake pressed back, no longer against the wall of her room but rather the side of an air conditioning unit on the edge of a skyscraper’s roof in some big city she’d never been to, the wind blowing across her face all too real for her to deny. “Where are we?”

“That’s a wonderful question; this was the King’s castle the last time I walked Remnant, but I suppose that’s changed in recent years. Pity.” The woman- demon, rather, since this was really hard to explain away- leaned over the side and hummed. “I think the lights are pretty, though. Very... lively.” With another snap of her fingers, they were back in Blake’s room, and she slid down the wall to sit on the floor while gulping down huge breaths, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. “Oh, I probably should’ve asked beforehand if you have an issue with heights.”

“Honestly, I don’t have a problem with heights; I have a problem with being teleported without consent.” Blake stopped, running a hand over her face. “I just said that. Those words just left my mouth in all seriousness.”

“Well, they did, I’m real, that was real, this is real, because you summoned a demon.” Said demon walked over, crouching down and extending a hand. “My name is Weiss. What is yours, little witch?”

“Blake.” Tentatively, she reached out and took her hand, surprised at how cool it was. Not clammy, not icy, just... cool. “So... what... what happens now?”

Weiss sighed, taking her hand back and tilting her head. “I didn’t think I’d ever have to explain this to someone, but here’s the basic gist of it.” She put a hand to her chest. “I’m a very specific type of demon- one of pride. When I am summoned, I’m bound to the one who summons me, to serve their pride until I’m dismissed.”

“So I can dismiss you? Just- just send you away?” At this point, a nice, easy out would be a blessing, and she would never criticize Sun’s reactions towards anything ever again.

“It’s... well, you could.” The demon sighed, looking away for a moment. “It wouldn’t be ideal for me but I suppose that’s not really your concern.”

She should’ve pressed the point but her curiosity nipped at her, and the genuinely forlorn expression on the demon’s face pulled at her. “What do you mean?”

“I... really didn’t want to do this, but it’s the easiest manner of explaining the situation.” With that, she snapped her fingers again and... disappeared. “Now you see my issue?”

“See your issue? I don’t even see you!” Maybe... maybe she was imagining all this? Perhaps she didn’t even remember laying down for a nap and did, and this was all a dream. A hyper realistic dream, but nothing more than the product of her imagination. It would certainly explain why she’d conjured such an... unexpectedly attractive demon rather than what the movies usually depicted.

“Look down.” Lowering her gaze, Blake’s brows rose as she found the demon standing before her... except only four inches tall. “Excellent. You see how big I am, yes?”

“Well... that isn’t the exact word I’d use-”

“Spare me the teasing.” The demon frowned up at her, a cute expression made downright endearing due to her size. “The size you saw me before? That’s how I should look.”

“Then... why are you-”

“I told you, the last time I had a summoner to serve was many years ago, likely centuries. I’ve been, well, starved.” She shrugged, gesturing down at herself. “I feed off the pride my summoner takes in their actions. I assist them in accomplishing their goals to increase that pride. But without someone to serve, I’ve been... diminishing. A few more decades, and I’ll cease to exist.”

Blake shifted, lowering a hand so the demon could step into it, then lifting her up so they could more or less look each other in the eye while she leaned back against the wall. “So... if I dismiss you... it’s like sending a starving person out into the cold without food.”

“More of a desert but, essentially, yes.”

“Okay, but, making a deal with demons- that’s, well, a pretty... uh, ‘frowned upon’ is putting it lightly.” Blake cringed. “Don’t I have to sell my soul to you or something?”

“We could go that route, but I’d rather not.” Weiss made a dismissive motion with her hands. “See, all demon interaction is based around the idea of a deal- one thing in exchange for another. For me, I prefer to offer my summoner portions of my power to help them succeed. In exchange, I can feed off their pride. That’s enough of a deal to satisfy demon law.”

“Demon law- you have laws?”

“Don’t tell me you thought bureaucracy was a heavenly invention.”

“You got me there.” She sighed, leaning her head back until it hit the wall and closing her eyes. “So... what sort of things would I have to do? To... feed you?”

“What do you take pride in? What makes you proud?”

“I... don’t know.” Blake shrugged. “I mean... I’m proud that I make my parents happy? That... I get good grades? I got in on a full ride scholarship for poli-sci?”

“Why does it sound like you don’t really know what makes you proud?”

“I... kinda always thought I was a pretty humble person!” She looked at the demon in her hand, amber eyes flicking over her form. “I mean, I try not to be arrogant or prideful, so it’s... a bit of a left field question?”

“Of course I’m summoned by an altruist.” With a sigh, Weiss crossed her arms over her chest. “Well... do you want better grades?”

“I’m not going to cheat.”

“It’s not technically cheating.”

“If you have to use the word ‘technically’, it’s not a good defense.”

“I thought you were studying political science, not law.” The demon threw her arms out. “Well, do you have any hobbies? Friends you’d like to impress? A girlfriend, boyfriend, a harem of thirsty lovers dying for a taste of you?”

“What sort of people have you met to where that is a sensible way to phrase a question?” Blake drew back in a mix of confusion and shock.

“The sort of people who summon a demon in the first place.”

Okay, she should’ve seen that answer coming. “Look, I’m single, I’m proud of the relationships I have with my friends because I don’t have to impress them, and I don’t really have hobbies. I... don’t exactly have the time.” She sighed. “Honestly, I feel like there aren’t enough hours in the day-”

“I can fix that,” Weiss said eagerly. “Time distortion is nothing to me. Would it make you feel more proud if you got your homework done in less time? Because I could absolutely do that.”

Amber eyes flicked over to the laundry hamper, which sat in the corner, quite nearly overflowing. “... could you remind me to do my chores? Because, I think I’d feel better if my time management skills weren’t so... bad.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” The demon paused, then narrowed her eyes. “Wait. When you say ‘remind me’ do you mean that you don’t want me doing it?”

“Yeah? You’re not a maid, you’re a demon.”

“I’m also not a scrap piece of paper to scribble on to remind yourself of things.” She spread her hands. “Honestly! There’s nothing you have that you’d feel proud to do better? No one you’d like to show up? You ask it and I could conjure the most expensive car, a massive amount of gold, a literal castle to live in- there’s nothing material you can take pride in?”

“No! I take pride in my relationships, not my things!” The moment the words left her lips, she reconsidered. “Wait, can you get me first edition copies of Ninjas of Love? It’s a book series-”

Weiss snapped her fingers. “On your desk.”

She looked over and, sure enough, twelve brand new books sat on her desk. “The entire set!”

“They’re even signed.”

As a smile spread across her lips, she noticed the weight in her hand- previously hardly anything- became just the smallest bit heavier. When she looked back, she found Weiss had grown half an inch.

“How did you appear at your normal size before?”

Her tail lashed around, obviously not very happy with being reminded of her predicament. “It was... more of a projection. I could make myself solid enough to shake your hand, but the rest of me was more illusion than anything. Even transporting you earlier- that took the last bit of my strength, really.”

“So... you’re really stuck like this unless I can figure something out to be really proud of, huh?” Reaching up, she scratched at her chin. “Well, maybe-” Her shoulders jumped as heavy knocks against her front door echoed through the small apartment. Only one person ever announced their presence like that, and she did it specifically so Blake would know exactly who it was. “Oh no.”

“’Oh no’ what? Who’s there? An enemy?”

“My mom.” She ran a hand over her face. “I forgot; she said she was dropping by today for tea and to catch up.”

“... I repeat my question: an enemy?”

“Wha- no!” Her brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would my mother be an enemy?”

Weiss shrugged. “Well, you clearly have a better family dynamic than I do.”

“Look, the only thing she’s going to do is have tea, ask me how I’m doing, and tell me I should date more. Or... at all, really.”

“So, if I were to play as your girlfriend-”

“Absolutely not,” she said immediately, but then she really thought about it as more knocks came. “I mean... I can’t introduce you as my girlfriend, at least not yet. That would be suspicious.” Then she shook her head, coming to her senses. “No, no I can’t do that.”

“And why not?”

“Because I can’t take pride in a fake relationship!”

“But you can take pride in making your mother happy, correct?”

... damnit, that was a good point.

Lowering her hand to the ground, she jerked her head to the side. “Just... wait here.”

Once Weiss had hopped out of her hand, Blake stood up and brushed herself off before quickly heading to the front door of her apartment, hoping against hope there would be absolutely no reason for her mother to go into her room. The last thing she needed was to try and explain the whole thing.

“Blake!” Her mother smiled, opening her arms wide and pulling her into a hug the moment the door opened. “Did I come at a bad time, sweetheart?”

“No, Mom, not at all, I was just, uh, finishing up some homework.” She laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than it felt. “Come on in.”

“Oh, I do hope you aren’t overloading yourself with schoolwork again.” Her mother tsked, shaking her head slightly. “I know you’ve always been more comfortable with books than people, Blake, but you should make an effort to get out there.”

She glanced at her watch- ten seconds, a new record for how quickly her lack of a romantic partner was addressed. “I know, Mom, it’s just- I-”

“Blake, do you remember what page-” Amber eyes went wide as Weiss walked out of her bedroom, except she didn’t look like herself. Well, not entirely; gone were the horns and tail, her skin a few shades closer to a more natural color though still rather pale, and while she did have a scar still, it didn’t glow. “Oh! Right, you said your mother was coming over. I guess that’s my cue-”

“Nonsense!” Her mother’s expression absolutely lit up, going over to introduce herself to the disguised demon. “I’m Kali, Blake’s mother, obviously. But what’s your name, dear?”

“Weiss.” They shook hands while a beaming little smile spread across her lips. “I’m one of Blake’s classmates.”

In the back of her mind, a running mantra of ‘crap crap crap’ played on loop as she struggled to figure out how to react to the current situation, and she especially didn’t like that coy little smile on her mother’s lips.

“Oh! A little bit of a study date, is it?”

“Yes, I was sick for a week and missed class, and Blake’s been an absolute saint in helping me catching up.”

Should she roll with it? She should probably just roll with it.

“Now, I’m not sure which is more surprising: that my little bookworm is reaching out to help a classmate.” Was it possible to die of embarrassment? Blake felt like she was about to find out. “Or that a pride demon is attending college.” In that moment, she felt her heart sink all the way down to the bottom of her shoes as her mother never stopped smiling, even as Weiss’ own expression fell entirely. Blake hadn’t even noticed that her mother had placed herself between the two, as if bodily blocking the demon’s path. “Normally, I wouldn’t give away the element of surprise, but you’re rather weak right now, aren’t you? Not even strong enough to even run away, not without my daughter to help. So what’s stopping me from dismissing you myself?”

“Mom, wait-” When her mother looked over at her, she quite nearly bit her tongue, but she could see genuine fear flashing in Weiss’ eyes. “I- I know this probably looks bad, and I would love to know how you recognized her as a demon, but she’s not a bad one... I don’t think so, anyway.”

“Thank you, Blake, for sounding so convincing,” the demon said, apparently taking refuge in her sarcastic wit.

However, the older Faunus did look back at her daughter, ears perking forward. “Where’s the grimoire?”

“... the what?”

“The book. The one you used to summon me.”

“Oh!” She grimaced, feeling absolutely out of her depth. “Uh, it’s in my room.”

“Bring it here.” Her mother fixed the demon with a look. “And you, sit down on the couch.” Not wasting any time, both of them complied, and Blake tried to formulate some sort of defense for keeping the demon around. Not that she had anything she really wanted, of course, but she absolutely could not send someone off to their death without a second thought. When she returned, she handed over the book to her mother, who seemed to pause while running her fingers over the snowflake on the front. “I recognize this sigil... you know Willow.”

“She’s my mother.”

“Demons have mothers?”

“Of course, Blake; everyone has a mother,” hers said, with a soft smile. “And I happen to know that Willow and her ilk are... a little bit different than most.”

“Um... how exactly?”

Without a word, her mother lifted a hand and snapped her fingers, then motioned towards the coffee table. “It’s a bit of a long story, sweetheart, but go ahead and have a seat. Enjoy your tea.” Blake opened her mouth to object- she hadn’t even made it to the kitchen yet- but when amber eyes instinctively flicked to the table, there sat three cups of hot tea with saucers. So, she sat down, slowly, her mind racing. “Oh, dear me, this certainly is a unique contract.” Her mother shook her head. “I’ll admit, I’m surprised and impressed. Drawing on your summoner’s pride rather than your pride in manipulating them? That’s almost foolish.”

“It’s worked so far,” Weiss replied, a bit of heat in her voice as she tried to defend herself.

“Uh huh, and how tall are you really right now?” The demon said nothing but Blake couldn’t hide anything from her mother, holding her finger and thumb to indicate Weiss’ true height at present. “That’s what I thought. It’s... an interesting approach.” She snapped the book shut, setting it down on the coffee table before taking a seat and picking up her tea. “So, Blake, would you like to tell me why you summoned a demon?”

There really was no good way to answer this. “It was an accident; I didn’t think it was real.”

Almost immediately, her mother winced, taking a sip of her tea. “I suppose that’s my failing. You have to understand, Blake, that you did tell me you wanted nothing to do with witchcraft when I asked.”

“What?” Would there be no end to her confusion? “When did you ask?”

“Oh, you were eight, maybe nine, and you absolutely adored that fairy tale book we got you.” She shrugged. “In all those stories, there weren’t any good witches. So you wanted nothing to do with it, and I didn’t push, nor did I reveal my own abilities for fear it would scare you.” For a moment, it looked like that was all she’d say, but then she tapped a finger against the side of her mouth and nodded. “Though, you did take a sudden interest in reading Fauni after that.”

“Well...” Blake sighed, leaning back and biting her lip. “I’m sorry I let those stories convince me not to give witchcraft a thought and that you had to hide it away for so long.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you have nothing to apologize for!” She chuckled, her smile reaching all the way to her eyes. “Things like this happen. I just didn’t think you’d be such a skeptic to try casting a spell just to prove witchcraft wasn’t real.” Her gaze flicked over to Weiss. “And, I suppose, you’re lucky the one demon you manage to cross paths with is of a much gentler sort than the king I dealt with when I was your age. However, she’s still a demon- no offense, darling.”

“None taken,” the demon begrudgingly replied, sighing and reverting to her actual height. Although she didn’t look particularly happy about it, she accepted Blake’s assistance in crossing the distance between couch and coffee table. She wasn’t much taller than the lip of the tea cup, but she managed to produce what looked like a straw that allowed her to drink from the side.

She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t pretty adorable.

“Mom, I... honestly don’t know what I’m doing or really what I got myself into.” Amber eyes fell down to the demon before meeting her mother’s gaze again. “But, you apparently have a better understanding than I do. She might be a demon but she’s not asking me to hurt anyone. I can’t just... dismiss her. That’s like a death sentence, isn’t it?”

“In her present state? Yes.” Her mother pressed her lips into a thin line. “I’ll admit that most demons lie with every breath, pride demons especially. They usually draw a significant amount of their namesake from deceiving others.”

“But Weiss?”

“Doesn’t, and I’m willing to admit that.” She sighed. “I admit this isn’t a black and white situation. I can’t fault you for not wanting to outright kill another being, even if that being is a demon. She does seem rather harmless.”

“I am the epitome of power, strength, and deadly precision!” Weiss objected hotly.

She couldn’t help but smile. “You’re four inches tall.”

“Four and a half!”

“Blake.” She looked up at her mother, who had a similar smile on her lips. “If you want to go through with this pact, we’ll have a lot to catch up on. I know you can become just as powerful a witch as I am but the choice is yours.” She inclined her head. “You could just as easily help this demon get a few good meals in and send her on her way.”

Looking down at the demon, she weighed her options before nodding, more for her benefit than theirs. “I want to help. I’m not sure if I want to become a full blown witch but... I would like to learn a little bit. Just- I don’t want my grades to suffer.”

Her mother smiled wider, absolutely beaming with pride. “You’ve always known which path you’ll walk, sweetheart. I’m glad to see not even this curveball can dissuade that.”

Blake felt a warmth in her chest, and laughed a little at the pleased little hum that came from the demon as she grew just a bit more.

Well, she hadn’t expected to summon a demon tonight, but all things considered?

She really couldn’t complain.

Author’s Note: I saw this and couldn’t not write something for it.

#TRR writes #Monochrome #Lil Demon!Weiss AU #TRR and the discord shenanigans

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cwombw · 6 years ago

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isn’t life great?

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void-Yesterday at 11:25 PM

wtf do you even have to say to me

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:26 PM

I just, if youre this upset with riley for doing then we need to talk about this so you understand

void-Yesterday at 11:27 PM

im ALLOWED to be hurt that he thinks i can NEVER be trusted AGAIN for no apparent reasonif you cant recognize that then WOW

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:27 PM

He doesn't think thatHe blocked people he's know for years

void-Yesterday at 11:27 PM

then WHY the MCFUCK did he block me and why are you saying i should just shut up about it and get over iti cared about him damnit i say him as my own fucking childyoure not who i thought you were lmfao

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:28 PM

He's just really scared right now, youre allowed to be upset but try to underastand

void-Yesterday at 11:28 PM

im done tbh?i blocked him back.its what he wants anyway

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:29 PM

if you feel that's what you want. he's just scared and hiding from everything

void-Yesterday at 11:29 PM

and yet hes still in dandys friendchat.

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:30 PM

He left active chats right off the bat and then got scred people would hate him and stoped

void-Yesterday at 11:30 PM

whatever then.too bad star came home im this close to self harmingim going to talk to her and hope shecan calm me down from a meltdown

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:31 PM

I just, he's literally dying rn, please try to understandAnd please stay safe

void-Yesterday at 11:31 PM

you also need to understand that others are having similar reactions due to his actions just now

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:33 PM

youre having a heart problem? you were so upset you had a heart attack last night? I'm sorry but I dont think this is comperable

void-Yesterday at 11:33 PM

i meant the goddamn breakdown thing

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:34 PM

I'm sorry i misunderstoodHe jsut doesnt want anyone to see him die

void-Yesterday at 11:39 PM

i f he wants to push everybody away and ruin every good friendship he had and also ruin the dnd kin thing, fine. im not going to open my arms to him anymore.i dont hate him.but the wanting nothing to do eith each other thing is mutual now.

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:40 PM

i hope you understand that i stand with him on this. he just doesnt want to hurt people if he actually dies

void-Yesterday at 11:41 PM

if he actually diesso if he doesnt, what. hes gonna be like "heyyy.. fingerguns sorry that i ruined all my friendships, amde people hate me, and made people panic" i dont play ehadgames like that and i refuse to do that with him.plus, idk. iunno. maybe it should be our choice if we want to stick with him even if hes on his death bed?by doing this its hurting more than watching hiom die

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:43 PM

He's in the hospital and they said things arent looking good. he's terrifiyed and I think you should remember hes only 16. he's just scared as any dying kid would be

void-Yesterday at 11:44 PM

.. so wait. let me get this straight . he decided to. block. every single one of his online friends, out of fear of hurting them. but he didnt try to distance himself from his irl ones, even though it should be thje same fear that drove him to block everybody online in the first place.iwhatnothis boils down to paranoia and distrustwhy exactly, does he let his irl friends care for him but wont let his online ones do the same

ArchaicArcade-Yesterday at 11:45 PM

It;s easier to block people you don't know in personI just, I cant do this. hes a scared kin and that's all there is to it

void-Yesterday at 11:46 PM

okim dropping itfeel free to block mefigure you want nothing to do with me anymore eitherJune 8, 2018

ArchaicArcade-Today at 12:01 AM

no it's just I need a bit

ArchaicArcade-Today at 8:34 AM

I'm sorry to say this but I've know Riley way longer and well, I choose him over you. I feel terrible but I need to side with my best friend here

void-Today at 11:56 AM

there shouldnt even be a side but okay. i had a feeling y'all weren't telling the truth. because i forgot last night but now i remember that he certainly did not block everybody he was friends with online and the chat in gov kin is evident as such, since people there could still message him.

you all have fun lying now. but i want you both to remember that i would have gone above and beyond for the both of you because i trusted you, cared about you, and loved you.thanks for ripping away a part of my life.

s/o-Today at 7:48 AM

Fuck meRiley is the rat talking to lou

s/o-Today at 11:01 AM

Let me know if you are okay.

void-Today at 11:59 AM

.....wow.

s/o-Today at 11:59 AM

He shared our entire dm

s/o-Today at 12:00 PM

God me too

void-Today at 12:01 PM

you know i have a feeling all their friends were in on it and he didnt even have a heart attack last night

s/o- you know I never had a grudge against you, and I wasn't in a good place either when you were in my life. please leave me out of your mouth and i'll continue leaving you out of mine. Don't dis GAK either, it's a quiet kin family. -Lex's "live in" partner.

s/o- also I'm carful about the ages of the people I talk too, and that "flirting with a minor thing" not sure who that was at all? I'm sure it had something to do with the nonsense in KK. Anyway last message I will send unless you choose to respond. Yesterday at 4:53 AM

agenderdad420/mysterypeaches the minor was jeremie diioscuri and the offending behavior was via discord in a mutuals server that he had created Yesterday at 2:26 PM s/o- Now i know what you are talking about. I was mislead about his age. But I also never flirted with him. I sent him an NSFW meme once and his little friends started making wild accusations of me. And I do feel bad for offending him, but I didn't know he was a minor.

s/o- That is also how I personally got kicked from KK. I kicked Alex from KK the previous night because it was behaving destructively Today at 7:44 AM

agenderdad420/mysterypeaches thats not an accusation thats straight up telling the truth

s/o- Talking about trans stuff? I was literally complaing about tucking. I also really feel stabbed in the back right now. You think you know someone

agenderdad420/mysterypeaches you... knew who? look idk what you deem appropriate to talk to minors about but maybe it differs for us

s/o- i don't think a trans vent between two trans people is inappropriate if he was squicked by that he could've told me lol. not go sharing a private convo with you. (and i'm not blaming you for that)

agenderdad420/mystery peaches i will say that there is often an inherent power dynamic between older and younger members that maybe made him more uncomfortable

s/o- you know i can take the blame if I fucked up. I hope you know that I've changed a ton since KK. and since I your drama with Lex started. All I want is to be a good person and contribute something to my fellow kinnies.\

agenderdad420/mysterypeaches honestly i havent really kept up w either you or alex since that point, but i dont doubt you can take accountability for your actions.

agenderdad420/mysterypeaches i just hope that there is change that goes along w acknowledgement and perhaps there has been

s/o- I don't speak for lex. But i just want peace Today at 9:21 AM

agenderdad420 fair

s/o - Today at 7:49 AM Apparently riley is the one talking to the person who made my callout Do you have a problem with me arcade?

ArchaicArcade - Today at 8:07 AM no

s/o - Today at 8:16 AM I guess i squicked him with something i said

ArchaicArcade - Today at 8:17 AM i guess

s/o - Today at 8:19 AM My brain: hes sick because of you

s/o - Today at 12:02 PM I know you have your reasons for what you guys are doing. But I hope Riley knows how deep he cut me. I would've given you both the moon.

not only have these people caused me to have a severe anxiety attack, they caused my partner the same, as well as many others who weren’t even a part of this.

they have caused me to feel suicidal and paranoid, to want to self harm

as for agenderdad420/mysterypeaches, they have sent me anon hate before, accused me of being racist for my neopronouns (all while saying they’re not against neopronouns, lol), and blew up at me for dropping them after they told me they didn’t like that i was trying to set boundaries for my borderline behaviors with them, and that i was confiding in them everything that was going on with me at the time (which was heavily toxic and depressing towards me) they have used language against me that is ableist and abuse apologetic in nature and their claims otherwise are blatant lies.

i had previously published the majority of the anon hate before deleting it from my blog after a while due to discomfort of having drama on my blog.

they have taken to stalking me to find out more past drama about me, as well as taking false anecdotes from others who claim my s/o has been inappropriate with minors to the point of grooming them, which is 1000000000000000% untrue and taken greatly out of context and skewed into something that never happened.

talking about trans issues isn’t grooming, sending a nsfw meme to a person who my s/o believed to be an adult isn’t grooming.

these people are pure evil and have been planning this for a long time from what i’ve gathered.

they are dangerous and unpleasant and will apparently stop at nothing to obtain their goal, whatever it actually is. as evident as one of them faked a heart attack and may have faked an entire condition.

update 7/17/2018

after speaking to rileys sister who he abused for a good part of their life, as well as ruined it and made their mom send them to live with their aunt, i’ve since learned that this is serial abusive behavior and he has also physically beat his younger siblings, is a pathological liar, and everything i’ve thus learned about him 100% fits his m/o.

he can try all he wants to pretend that he got better and has improved but all i see if that he got better methods.

faking a heart attack in order to call my gf a pedophile for talking about trans issues is fucking despicable.

another thing i’ve discovered is that he did in fact assault the person who he says assaulted him

and the fact he freaked out over a poorly written callout like that, no offense to the victim is kinda funny and really telling. if he was innocent then why bother mentioning anything? i dont think that many people saw it.

i’ve also learned that archaicarcade, aka julien/julian (and plenty of other past names) also has a past of fucking people over very quickly into friendships and relationships and changing their name and other information in order to hide their past.

in fact.. riley hangs out with a lot of weird people, including somebody who was brainwashed by their older brother to be transphobic, and julien, whos relationship with the minors he surrounds himself with is suspect at best.

he also keeps company with a jehovah’s witness, which i shouldn’t have to explain how problematic that is.

my current thoughts about this is that riley while not innocent at all may be being groomed by julien is who also grooming others with help from his other adult buddies they all hang with. i have no sympathy for riley though after what occurred, whatsoever.

just 10-20 minutes ago somebody on a sockpuppet from wilson, north carolina sent me hate after checking out this callout post for riley, this is the screenshot i took

i’ve since blocked and reported the sockpuppet, even if this doesnt belong to riley, its clearly from one of his brainwashed supporters. amazing that a month later they still want to start shit. but this? this is pathetic.

look riley and co. i, my gf, my bf, my other bf, and all my friends know the truth. you’re fucking liars and fakes and abusive and groom people. do the universe a favor and go to long term therapy or maybe just never go online ever again with any device, anytime, anywhere, ever. and in fact hole yoruself up in your homes and never speak to anybody ever again because you clearly can’t help yourselves from finding new targets to fuck with.

emotional terrorism at its finest.

#drama #archaicarcade #callout #emotional terrorism #mewmewpudding #starberry.txt #will be updated as more bullshit occurs :)#fixed a tag

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neisuinene · 7 years ago

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In Your Dreams Tonight - Chapter 4 – Fortune Telling

Prologue 1 Prologue 2 Prologue 3 Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

“What?” Kan sat at her desk, raised her voice and looked at her friend who sat in front of her in classroom next day, shocked as if she had heard the wildest thing. “Neisui, you are moving out of your cousin’s place? Why? I thought you had a happy reuniondinner last night. Did something happen?”

Neisui knew her friend would be surprised, but not this surprise. Scratching her head, tilting her head to the side, “well, a little too well I afraid. Now I’m feeling like third wheel. I think that my presence there might interrupt them. They are like a newly married couple now, and…it’s hard. The room I’m sleeping now used to be Koichi’s study, when they were bad with each other Koichi would sleep in the study…on the floor while I took the bed. And though now they are all lovey-dovey but it’s still his study, sometimes he brings his work home. I shouldn’t just keep barging their place like this.”

“But where will you live Neisui?” Akari asked, she and Mei decided to join in the conversation. “Koichi and his parents are pretty much your only family in Tokyo right? But then didn’t you say that your aunt and uncle lives more on the country side of Tokyo, just near its borders?”

Mei nodded. “Yea, living in Tokyo is expensive. I mean,” she paused and looked at her friends, “come on it is the capital of Japan!”

“Have you thought of a place to live yet Neisui?” Kan wanted to know

Neisui nodded, “I’m thinking of living with Ai.”

“Ai?” Akari widened her eyes. “Wait, what Ai, that Ai? Your cousin’s ex-lover?”

Neisui nodded again, “she and Koichi had a talk the other day at the bar, before and after her shop project Nia designed. They are all peaceful and friends now, I heard that she is hiring someone at her shop, as a cashier or a server of some sort. I’m gonna ask her if I can live with her, and work for her for my living cost.”

“But why Ai?” Mei wondered, “I don’t really like that woman, I mean, she did get into the relationship of your cousin’s marriage, do you really trust that woman? Because I don’t. Those kinds of stuff are in her genes right?” she shrugged.

Nene paused for a moment, and looked down to her friend’s desk, some sort of emotion is in her eyes. “But that day…”she started, “that day…her eyes did look really sad, but at the same time a sense of calm too…I know it’s not really making sense, but I think she really did love Koichi as a person, sad but also a sense of relieve when it is all over…” recalling her memory of that day, “she did smile that day.”

“…whatever I don’t get it.” Akari finally added, “it’s adult stuff and adult feelings that we do not know or have any experience with…but hey why do you sound like you do understand this kind of thing, have you been in love before Neisui?”

Huh? What? Where did that question come from? Neisui looked at her friend, opened her mouth ready to speak, but no sound came out, then she shut her mouth again, before she looked around the classroom and see some classmates are looking at them, or looking at her, including the boy sitting next to her, Toramatsu.

She shrugged then gave an awkward smile, “yeah I wonder. Perhaps it’s because I do live with adults and listen to their love or relation problems. So through time, I kinda understand a little more? And besides, I do know Ai before Koichi get married, I just never thought she and him were in that kind of relationship before. I did get annoyed and mad at them at that time, and even mad at myself unable to tell Nia what I might knew. I thought it all ended…but besides that, Ai is not a bad person. So if I live with her, at least I am living with someone that Koichi knows well, and I can also help keeping an eye on her.”

*** *** ***

The discussion ended when Kiyonori walked in the classroom and started the lecture, but Kan did passed a note to Neisui during class and stuck in her mind. What was on the black board in front of her is not much her concern that day, she can always borrow notes from Kan, or even from Toramatsu.

Neisui, please consider and understand your situation. I know some people in class they heard our conversation and they do not know you nor really like you all that well. But if a word of you living with someone who was in affair with a married man, a bad woman if you wanna call, then those words will attack you one day, as you and that woman be in the same category. They don’t need to know you or that woman well, you don’t even need to be in a relationship before you be talked about, sooner or later gossips and false gossips will spray, you might get yourself called to the Principal’s room. And also…your relationship with Sensei Taishi, I’m not saying you are seeing each other or something, but you are like a teacher’s pet. I know you well so I know it’s nothing of sort, your afterschool with him sometimes are just to practice your sword or talk about history or some samurai, but to the others…Besides, you do call him by his first name correct? If you don’t watch out, someone might get the wrong idea and…you might also get yourself suspended.

She did try to take some notes but the movement of pen eventually came to a stop, then noticing how Kiyonori eyeing her if catching her strangeness in class, the pen moved again, only to become tic-tac-toe.

Worried? Suddenly this writing appeared on her notebook.

Neisui tilted her head and looked at Toramatsu slightly, their eyes met for a second, before she quickly looked back to her notebook and digested the text. Why the sudden question? Did he glanced her note? Or did her expression gave away again?

Why? She wrote back.

I can’t say if you are doing the right thing or not, by living with Ai I mean, but if you do trust her, then if your cousin allows it, you should go for it.

Don’t sound like you actually know her, how you know she can be trusted? Even Mei and Akari have their doubts…maybe Kan too.

You are right…I don’t know her so I can’t if she is a trustworthy person. But I do know you and you trust her. Then that’s enough.

Neisui looked at him again, who continued to write after a brief pause.

And Neisui, I trust you. If I don’t, I wouldn’t have given you my red scarf. Your answer, give it to me when you are ready

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Ready? She’s not sure when would she be ready, with the new school rule and her dream and Toramatsu all at the same time, it’s confusing her. This Toramatsu is really warm, like he truly understands her and be there for her, someone who trusts her. Though he may be the one in her dream, but it’s the present tense she wants, the present one she wants. She wants to make sure of her own heart is falling for this boy sitting next to her and not because he is the samurai in her dream.

She admits, he catches her sight, the feeling with him is just too natural and familiar. She should give it a try, rather than just sitting and pondering ifs or possibilities.

As a result after school, she and Kan went to Ai’s fortune telling sweets shop and ordered themselves each the most popular item, fortune-telling mochi. The shop itself is not really a fortune telling place, but its most popular item, despite of its watery and plain taste of shingen mochi cake with some sauce or different flavors, a fortune telling leaf comes with it, with the side of writing hidden underneath that mochi that one may flip to read after eating mochi. It is sort of like a fortune cookie. You need to crack it open or finish it first in order to read. Although some people may cheat and decide to read the writing right away, but then that kills all the fun, and in a way, lose its own purpose. You are supposed to find your life slowly and not rush into it, taking shortcuts take away not only the anticipation but also all kinds of wishes or expectations.

Neisui has been at this shop’s grand opening before, but back then there was no this mochi nor fortune telling, she decided today is going to be the day to visit the shop and talk to Ai. Romance stuff, Koichi doesn’t understand and Nia, if she asks her, Koichi will get curious too, as if he hasn’t already.

“Hey Neisui, whacha thinking? The fortune telling is not gonna appear by itself by staring at the mochi,” Kan giggled, “start eating and stop thinking. You are the one curious about it and drags me here, and you also came to ask her about your living and working right? If you can’t make up your mind in the classroom better do so now. Who knows it might change how you think, or if to deepen your original thought and state of mind. I wanna read yours too you know, we did promise of showing to each other after.” Kan took another bite of her mochi, “its blankness mix so well with sauce and powder, adding light aroma and sweetness to the plain water taste. If you keep staring like that it gonna melt you know, you don’t want to melt your fortune, right?

Neisui nodded and took a bite, then another bite. “yes it really is good. Pure and simple. I wonder who invented this, and it would be nice if life were this simple, by fortune telling.”

“So you don’t believe in it? Beautiful miss?” suddenly a stranger’s voice cut in, they looked up, two men stood in front of them. One has beautiful blonde short locks just to his shoulder, and orange-gold eyes, who looked almost out of this world, someone who looks like a prince out of a story book. Another is brown hair man with a ponytail, who not so princely-looking but also beautiful in another way. “Aww but why not? Fates and gods, they are so popular right now, do you think fates are written in the starts by gods?” it was the brown-haired man who asked the question.

“Hey Ichthys,” blonde-hair man laughed, “be a little easy on the ladies shall we? Perhaps that’s why they are here, to see their own fortunes. Who knows, maybe after eating they will believe in fates.” Turned to speak to Neisui and Kan, “beautiful ladies, as we work closely with stars and we a regular customer here enough to see all sorts of people who come here to eat. Some are here plainly to eat, but some of them have some sort of wishes in mind, as you can read their expression changes during the course of eating and after reading. The writing on the back of leaf is mostly just for fun, as we have read a bunch ourselves and laugh about it, but some, who knows, it might be the one leading you forward. A human’s fate is not written by the stars or so called meddled by the gods, or by chances of the mochi here. But rather look at it as an opportunity, who knows what will happen right? Here, I will show you mine.” He took a leaf out of his pocket and showed them.

No matter how many times I reborn, I will always love only you.

“See it’s very romantic right?” the blond hair man says and winked. “And I believe this fortune telling really works. Today I come, today I met fate!”

“Hey Teorus, don’t hit on underage girls. I can assure you that you are not the fate they are looking for.” The man called Ichthys answered and give his friend a nudge in the elbow, gave Neisui and Kan an apologetic look, “sorry for our brief interruption and his behavior earlier, we will head back to our table, but my friend says is also true. Your fate is something you need to create yourself, the gods can only do so much by creating opportunities. It’s your own heart that needs to do the action.” He gave them a gentleman bow and dragged Teorus away.

Kan and Neisui, who has been silence the whole time since they came to their table finally started talking again. “Wow Neisui, those long statements of fate and stuff, this place is actually quite interesting. They are a bit strange alright, going to a stranger’s table and talk like that, but you gotta admit, what they say actually makes lots of sense. Neisui, forget about the note I wrote you earlier, follow your own heart. If people in the future talk bad to you, I’ll be on your side. I can help watching out for you. And I believe your cousin Koichi will too. Who cares about what they think, you are you and as long as you do not break the rules, they cannot do anything to you.”

“Mhmm…”Neisui simply nodded, finishing her last bite of mochi. “Alright Kan, let’s do this! I will read mine and show you later, you the same ok? Whether good or bad, let us laugh about it, on the count of three.”

Their eyes met and nodded smiling to each other, counted down from three and flip their leaves in their palm.

Then, Neisui took the leaf, put inside her pocket and stood up without a word.

“Neisui?” Kan looked at her, surprised, her friend didn’t answer her, but simply walked toward the glass window at entrance, stopped at her tracks, then she did one of the craziest things in her life.

SHE BUMPED HER HEAD TO THE WINDOW FIVE TIMES!

SHE BUMPED HER HEAD TO THE WINDOW FIVE TIMES!!

SHE BUMPED HER HEAD TO THE WINDOW FIVE TIMES!!!

“Um……NEISUI??? WHY? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Kan stood up and ready to walk to her friend who just now put a hand to her forehead.

“Ouch! That hurts….” Rubbing her forehead, with her head still against that glass window. She muttered to herself, then looked out the window, Toramatsu and his friends, their new classmates stood outside the window entrance, each with eyes widened and some even have their mouths open.

Toramatsu was the first to react and came rush inside, “Neisui are you alright?”

Instead of answering him, Neisui took the leaf from her pocket and showed him, “what kind of fate is this, Toramatsu?”

On the leaf it reads:

Go to the front entrance and hit your head against the window five times, this may sound like a joke but you will meet your fate. If you are brave enough to create an opportunity.

Nobody noticed, Ichthys holds a cup of drink to his lips, a ghostly smile on his lips.

“Did you do that, Ichyths?” Teorus asked.

“What’s wrong with a little fun? And looks like she’s brave enough to make that opportunity happen, what a good student.”

“And a rather stupid one too.” Teorus smiled too, “but in front of love, everyone is stupid.” Reaching inside his pocket, “even us.”

@asktoramatsu @akanojikan @shirokazekikagami @dreamfar628 @rose-of-yonezawa @thesassyscribbler @my-funandgames @nitroforcepower @neisui

#samurai love ballad party #voltage inc fanfic #slbp fanfic #slbp toramatsu #stars crossed myth

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watcr · 5 years ago

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Rules 🟡 About 🟡 Bio & Misc

DISCLAIMER: This is not intended by any means to be an entirely serious rp blog. This is originally based based in Grand Theft Auto 5. And was created in a custom Grand Theft Auto Online server by Markiplier and thusly portrayed by him whilst he played. If anything this is a Crack!Role Play blog that looks well put together Face claim and all but I'm really just here for rediculous interactions and wild hijinks with a clueless dad delivery man. That being said: any backstory and the creation/ videos/ acting itself belongs to Markiplier. I'm simply just writing a character that I enjoy and makes me laugh.

Please Note: This blog will still contain highly suggestive content and situations with a comedic take on them. This includes being robbed, murder, drug use, hostage situations and then some. I mean-- Stan was made in Grand Theft Auto.

RULES/ General Info:

This is a side blog to my main: mxrkedfordeath

Para/ Novella writing length

Primarily dash/mobile profile

18+ no ifs ands or special cases

Again: this is a Satirical/Crack/Meme role play blog. Expect rediculous things to be said and done

NSFW present/ Friendly

Non-Selective; as mentioned above I created this blog for fun. If any of this meme I have created interests you please feel free to send me a DM or ask and let's see what wild hijinks we can get Stan into huh?

Although the voice is provided by an internet personality that is where this ends. I am still uncomfortable with interacting with blogs that portray real life people or influencers/ internet celebrities. I'm not going to have Stan rob someone with a celebrity that is real. It's...its uncomfortable.

Considering my reason I made this blog and the nature of it, random starters or asks are welcome! If it's a weird situation, place or even different universe I will make That Water Boi lore friendly.

That being said however: please do not include oneself in a thread that you are not involved in.

Absolutely no personal blogs

OC friendly

Crossover/AU friendly

No Godmodding

No hate/ harrassment

Multimuse and Sideblog friendly

Unless featured or seen in the Stan The Water Man videos by Markiplier there will be no preestablished anything. Unless it is Kiki, or Jimmy Stan does not know you and this naive man child will greet you very horribly as he always does.

Shipping: I do allow it but dont think its going to be very serious either. When he sees you ladies? Its literally hitting the jackpot if you get more than a few words that are even close to coherent. So yes. If you wanna simp or thirst over stan that's cool just know that his skull is thicker than a military bunker wall.

•Memes, asks, and shitposting alike is pretty much this whole blog. Stan is a sweetie but hes not close to being the uh... brightest bulb in the box.

About:

Stan or Stanley Wheeler is a 39 year old delivery man and a family man. He strives to please those around him with wonderful water and his company.

Still a delivery man with his new life after a difficult divorce and loss of custody of his "Sweet baby boy Roy" he focuses on bettering his life as a means to be reunited with his son.

He is always well hydrated and firmly believes in comfort and efficiency instead of style.

(About if you stumbled into this shit show):

This is a role play blog for an original character created by Markiplier in a custom Role Playing server for Grand Theft Auto V. It's quite literally a chaotic whirlwind where the main protagonist is a 39 year old divorcee whose love for water is concerning... but not so much as the mans gullible nature and far to generous personality.

This is really only a summation because there are literal HOURS of videos of Markiplier playing Grand Theft Auto and being the voice of Stan Wheeler during his adventures in Los Santos. It features amazing improv and the ever expected rediculous chaos that ensues in Grand Theft Auto.

Bio:

Name: Stanley Wheeler

Gender/Gender Identity: Male

Age: 39

Face Claim: Chris Evans

Voice Claim: Marikplier/ Mark Fischbach

Romantic/ Sexual Preferences: Questioning/ Unsure

Nick names: Fanny pack, Water boy, Sunflower

Personality: Generous, Optimistic, Friendly, Oblivious, Awkward, Curious, Helpful, Trusting

Occupation: Courier, Delivery Man/Boy, Water Delivery Man

Favorite Color(s): Blue & Yellow

Likes: Water, Fanny Packs, Sunflowers, Biking, Work, His Son

Dislikes: Coffee & Soda, Lying, Fighting, Talking to women (watch the episodes to know)

Hobbies: Biking, Boating, Spending time with his son, Meeting new people

Quirks/ Other Traits: Has a strong....Love for water, Suffers from a yet to be diagnosed but constant seizing of bodily muscles that occasionally cause harm, A REAL Virgin 'Dad', Amazing at lockpicking, Terrible Driver

Final Note/ Disclaimer: Again, although this blog is for fun from a truly chaotic and hilarious improvised playthrough of a unique online role playing server for Grand Theft Auto V, please REMEMBER what game Markiplier created and voiced Stan in. Just because Stan is clueless doesnt mean the subject matter is. A lot of dark humor and shady if not bad situations arise in Mark's videos and I really do want people to know that although this is all in good fun the dark unfiltered comedy of Grand Theft Auto is still going to be followed in this portrayal. That means Stanely would very well (and has) ended up robbing people, kidnapping, Killing people or being an accomplice, Jokes based upon sexuality, Gender and then some. Of course before writing I will ALWAYS discuss subject matter that you would like to avoid but unless stated the aforementioned or to those whom have watched the adventures of Stanley know just how inappropriate and harsh/blunt/in your face comedy that is present.

Not only one final disclaimer as to how nsfw Stanley's life and choices end up being-- but giving credit is where it is due; Markiplier. He literally Created Stanley Wheeler and his uh... well him. And brought Stan to life via voice and gameplay. Stan never is and never was mine he's just a character.

Mun absolutely DOES NOT ≠ Muse

Stanley Wheeler-- is an idiot that makes horrible decisions and let's horrible things happen around him. I do not reflect any of the jokes or encounters featured in the gameplay series. I just so happen to enjoy comedy (albeit quite a bit can be not PC) and a good story. Literally this blog came out of a joke my best friend made at 4 am after binging Stan The Water man saying I should make a role play blog for Stanley Wheeler. And so? I did.

Important Note: Activity and response time

Updated: 04/10/2020

I made this blog for myself for fun and the same goes for the people I meet/ interact with. It will be sporadic at best. If I feel like it expect meme or shitpost worthy spamming of the Water Delivery Dad we got but never deserved.

Neither my main nor is Stan a job. Quite bluntly most times when I go inactive I'm literally just doing something else. Anything else.

That ties in to the fact that although I am non selective I am still allowed to say no. And expect reciprocated respect if I say no for ANY reason. I dont owe anyone anything and just like everyone else here this is for fun and enjoyment purposes. This is not our job, and we have nothing forcing us to do this.

But - I am fine with a poke at me and my noggin' every once in a while. I do a lot of things and I cant even remember where I put my vape or phone after 5 minutes. That means I forget. And I do. A LOT. And I can admit that.

MUN & MUSE RULE ZERO: Absolutely no Drama, Vaguing, Callouts, Harassment, Hate or insults/ criticizing on how you THINK the muse I write SHOULD BE.

I'm chill. And I legit hate social confrontation to the point I cry in front of people face to face if it is too much, too hurtful, too angering.

I don't care if someone said something shady our of character that one time or that you think an individual deserves to be directly blasted in front of numerous people.

I dont care if you think that just because I wrote a characters sexual or gender identity outside of what you like.

I dont care how many times you ask or dm me to respond or plot when I had already respectfully declined.

Of course hate and harassment is something I do care for-- because its quite literally just pure toxicity. If you do this you will be ignored and blocked or even reported depending upon when transpired.

All I ask is to be treated kindly in return as I treat everyone until I am given reason not to. That's it. Literally. I am 22 years old and have no patience for any of the aforementioned.

Quite frankly to me it's childish and quite often comedic or petty in my eyes to even have callouts and vauging exist.

I am only addressing this because of the years and various muses canon and original alike I have been harassed for interactions, sent honestly some pretty vile anons, and plenty of messages telling me "X is actually supposed to be gay." Or "no actually they dont like X", I've been called out for literally some of the most childish reasons and my being honest and blunt upset people-- or the word 'No' was not existent in their vocabulary.

And finally-- if for any reason in the RPC someone I am Mutuals/ Mains/ Friends with or just an acquaintance I like talking lore with is involved in any drama I do not want to hear it nor do I care if it does not directly involve me. In fact even then I dont want to unless said person comes to me privately and talks like an adult should rather than throwing a tantrum behind your laptop because someone said an awful word, or beliefs were disliked-- literally any reason or post of a callout. I'm not here for it.

If there is EVER a problem dont be afraid to message me PRIVATELY and talk it out like two mature adults. If I did something to upset you? Let me know I want this blog ESPECIALLY to be for the sake of laughs. Has it been a good month since my last reply? Just send me a lil' hey or just check in. Have I not replied? Its probably just me as the Mun having an awful attention span for anything that isn't hands on.

The Mun:

Look I know the novel above for one singular subject is actually very unfortunately neccessary for me.

My career and as a person have me not only practically programmed but I am openly blunt/ "real" with people.

I am not going to say something you want to hear. You might not like my saying no to a thread but my goal is to be honest and respectful to everyone.

And not only that I'm tired of not covering my ass and trying to pretend this doesn't happen to me behind the scenes or on blast for all to see.

If I plan on sending a private message apologizing for an upsetting subject I wrote of or simply discussing conflicts/ issues privately I hope to god that you who are reading this has the same common courtesy.

Regardless if my blunt sometimes told "Too much" honesty is why I disclose my absolute refusal to negative interactions I really am chill - and occasionally way too excitable or talkative.

I really do love meeting plenty of new people and writers alike in the role playing community as a whole and very much enjoy trying new plots/ ideas out unless it is unreasonable to the plot.

If you wanna just be meme traders for a fellow beloved Fandom or RPC? Ok. I'll try to find some just as good to make the meme trade a fair one.

You wanna make a thread all about how gullible a muse is? Sure!

Maybe even send a thirsty or shitpost worthy ask? 100%

Or do you just have a question about the Muse/Mun/ Or Writing? Go ahead!

I love and live for the angst and self authored stories to Headcanons or missed plot points on muses. The ways so many different types of relationships between characters form and change. But I would also smash the yes button if someone asked me how I felt if someone swung into the ask Simping on lovely Water Boy? Go for it because again; fun. Let's cackle over his style choices or his horribly abused kindess/ trust.

I'm a human guys let's not worry about anything else but the fact we're all here for the same thing: and that's fun and enjoyment as well as having an ability to flex our creative side. It doesnt matter how fantastic or bad (This mun right here) is at edits manips or coding for the theme. We all learn and grow and I just wanna have a good time and I'm sure every normal person that's not a psychopath wants to have a happy healthy safe and fun environment for roleplay/writing.

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I dont bite unless someone bites me with their attitude. I look forward to meeting/interacting/and memeing with everyone.

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wildroseofarran · 6 years ago

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Sunshine Birthday Boy || Jeremiah, Tristan, & Ronan

Jeremiah: Jeremiah learnt long ago that there were two perks of being born on February 29th. The first, he could make jokes about being a toddler when he was well past 20. The second, he could celebrate his birthday for two days, since they both count!

The... only downside this year was.... that he would be spending it alone. He hadn't really made any friends and, honestly, that was probably down to lack of trying. He still could hardly remember his life from before he had woken up by a body of water, soaking wet. So, his attention was kind of elsewhere.

Still, though! He won't let it get him down. He had bought himself a party hat and a birthday badge to celebrate. He was allowed to enjoy himself, he had decided, and was sat reading a menu deciding what would make a good birthday treat.

Tristan: Apparently the day was having downsides all over Edenton, if the sore and vaguely irritated state Tristan Seger found himself in was any indication. Winter might have been on its way out but the sea was still choppy as all hell, which had resulted in the little incident he'd had this morning whose aftermath was plastered on his arm and his forehead.

He walked into the cafe sporting stitches, two bandages, and a stony expression he hoped would fade once he ate something.

Jeremiah: Focus shifted from the menu to the café around him to call a server, but his attention was immediately stolen. It was hard to not be distracted by the very... scary and aggressive looking person who just entered. Oh no, was he staring?

Tristan: If Tristan felt it, he didn't say a word. He was still standing in the doorway, eyes closed and face turned toward the ceiling as he searched within himself for some calm. He'd already snapped at the doctor when she was patching him up and though he'd apologized, he didn't want to repeat the experience with whoever waited on him.

Or with the few people in the cafe that were realizing he was in there and already asking him what had happened.

"Nearly broke my arm and got a concussion falling off my ship," he could be heard saying to an older man.

Jeremiah: Ship? A... sailor? That's awesome! Wait, no eavesdropping, Jer!! Your superpower of good hearing should be used for good, not evil.

Now, where's a server...

Tristan: Said server, who'd also been listening to Tristan, was currently ushering him into a seat at the table beside Jeremiah's.

"Take a load off and decide what you want," she told him before turning her bright smile on Jeremiah. "What can I getcha, birthday boy?"

Jeremiah: "Aw! Can I legally change my name to that? I bet I'd get a lot of free stuff!" JOKES ASIDE. "So I kiiiiiiiiiind of want one of everything, but... yeah, I'm gonna go with one of everything. Apart from the alcohol and stuff, I'm not a real adult yet."

Tristan: Tristan tried not to eavesdrop, but he just had to get a look at who had to be the most relentlessly cheerful person he'd ever seen. How did such a person exist?

Meanwhile, the waitress was absolutely charmed. "My goodness, you are the cutest," she laughed. "Love a man who knows how to celebrate properly. One of everything coming right up, birthday boy. Anything in particular you want first? We've got a birthday cake milkshake."

Jeremiah: "No, YOU'RE the cutest!" What the fuck! "Does it come with a candle? Actually, wait! Don't tell me. I want it to be a surprise. Don't tell me! Let's start with that." But... hold up...

Jeremiah lowered and whispered. "Hey. What's up with the serial killer you sat next to me?"

Tristan: "Sweetie, you can have a candle on every single thing I bring you today, the world's yours."

She lowered her head as he did and laughed. "He's not a serial killer, just had a bad day. Poor thing fell off his boat and it's no wonder, the water looked so nasty and choppy today. He's actually a nice man. And you should see the muscles he's got under that jacket."

Jeremiah: Aw, you're gonna make him blush! ... Somehow.

"Why? Is it one for every person he killed? Like if Zsasz had a gym membership?"

Tristan: She laughed again. "Listen to you! He's not a killer, he's a fisherman. Those muscles are for hauling nets and things out of the water and sailing that giant ship of his."

Jeremiah: "Did you just say a fisherman isn't a killer? He kills fishes, duh!" Fishman, though? Is that what that smell is?! "Hmm... Okay. I'm trusting you."

Tristan: "Touche, cutie." She had to resist the urge to pinch his cheek. "Well, good. Your trust is in good hands. Lemme grab that shake for you. And some fries to tide you over until all your food comes."

She made her way to Tristan's table. "Whatcha having, Tristan?"

"Scotch."

"And?"

"Scotch."

"Aaaand?"

"Pie. Blueberry. And a giant burger."

"Fries or onion rings?"

"Yes."

She chuckled and shook her head. "Be right up."

Jeremiah: Jeremiah will not stare. He will not stare. He will not stare!!! He will - maybe a little glance...?

Tristan: That little glance would catch Tristan propping his head up with one arm, hand placed on the uninjured side of his head and eyes closed again. He looked profoundly tired but much less threatening.

Jeremiah: Oh. Okay. Can't attack anyone with your eyes shut. Jeremiah relaxed and picked up a spoon, before he knew it, he was making music by tapping it lightly against a glass.

Tristan: It was a testament to how much Tristan was calming that the concert coming from his neighbor's table wasn't bothering him. He didn't move or open his eyes until he heard the sound of a glass hitting the table in front of him.

"Thank god," he said to himself, downing half his scotch before the waitress had finished putting Jeremiah's shake in front of him.

"Here you go, cutie! Birthday cake shake with a candle as promised."

Jeremiah: "Aw, what?! Okay, I gotta make a wish then... okay... hmm..." He closed his eyes and paused for a moment before blowing it out. "Yaaay, thank you! This milkshake is dope."

Tristan: "Make it a good one," she said, positively beaming at him. "Glad you like it! I'll bring your fries in just a minute."

She needed to refill Tristan's glass, which was already empty. "Should've gone to Pete's, Tristan Seger."

"You were closer. And not serving seafood today."

"Should I leave the bottle?"

"Probably."

Jeremiah: Seger? ... Seger? Like... Bob? Mental gasp! What if this guy is related to Bob Seger? Play it cool. BE COOL. Just dig into your milkshake like everything is normal!!

Tristan: Tristan downed another two glasses of scotch in quick succession, after which he was feeling considerably better. Not drunk, not tipsy even, but feeling the faint beginnings of a nice buzz.

Nice enough to have him toasting his neighbor. "Happy birthday, man."

Jeremiah: Oh fuck! Could he read minds?! No, JUST SMILE.

"Hey! Th- y-you too!" WHAT?! There's no coming back from that. He cringed hard and turned his face so that Bob Seger's son couldn't see.

Tristan: He chuckled softly and drank more scotch, utterly unfazed. Elsie was on the money; birthday boy was pretty cute.

"Which one is it?"

Jeremiah: "Huh?" He was covering his face with his arms but he'll look at the other enough to give him eye contact.

Tristan: "Birthday. How old are you turning?"

Jeremiah: "Oh..." Good question. "... 27! Ugh when did I get so old?" He sank further into his chair.

Tristan: Another laugh. "Brother, I am slowly heading for forty. You're still blooming with youth."

Jeremiah: "Really?! You look super good for whatever you are."

Tristan: "About to turn 37. And thank you." Jeremiah was toasted again.

Jeremiah: Jeremiah picked up his milkshake to have some. "Y'know your drink sparks no joy, you should have something more fun."

Tristan: "Believe me, it'll be real fun by the time I hit bottom on this bottle."

Jeremiah: "My dads used to always say that if you ever want to get drunk instead you should ask yourself why you want to get drunk, fix that problem first, and then see if you still do afterwards." ... "I don't think that applies to being a murderer, though."

Tristan: Tristan pointed at his head and his arm. "Here's your why. Getting patched up was the first half of the solution." He tapped the bottle. "This here's the other half. Or hell, maybe it's the second third and the last third will be the meal."

Jeremiah: "If you had a concussion and are now on antibiotics, you shouldn't be drinking alcohol unless you've spoken to your doctor." Where did that information come from? Ouch, that kind of hurt his head.

Tristan: "Managed to avoid the concussion and just got a nasty bump. The alcohol is medicinal." That was his story and he was sticking to it.

Jeremiah: Oh dear.

"Okay Mr-slash-Ms-slash-whatever-pronoun-you-prefer Stubborn." He sipped his drink.

Tristan: Tristan laughed. "Mister."

Jeremiah: "Good to know. Same here. For today."

Tristan: He held out a hand. "Tristan."

Jeremiah: "Jeremiah. Jeremiah Jordan." He took the hand hesitantly, awful visions made him flinch but he did his best to play it out. "Ugh, brain freeze." He laughed, "Hey! Weird question... Do you know Bob Seger?"

Tristan: "Nice to meet you, Jeremiah Jordan." Have yet another toast in your honor.

He laughed. "You would not believe how often I get asked that. Sadly no, no relation."

Jeremiah: "Oh, sorry." OOPS. "Still, though! Pretty cool to have a name people ask about. My name has a superhero vibe to it, but it's purely coincidental that I am actually a superhero."

Tristan: "A superhero, huh? What kind?"

Jeremiah: "The kind with magical powers."

Tristan: "Go on."

Jeremiah: "I can't tell you, it's a secret. You must be level five friend to know!"

Tristan: For some reason that made him smile. "Guess I'll have to become a level five friend then."

The waitress came over with Tristan's burger and the first round of Jeremiah's food, all with birthday candles.

Jeremiah: "Here!" He took a candle and leaned over to put it into Tristan's burger. "I'll give you one of my wishes. You can wish to become level five and learn all my secrets!"

Tristan: It was easily the silliest thing Tristan had ever done but oddly enough it never occurred to him to refuse.

He just smiled and blew out the candle.

Jeremiah: "Woo! You can't tell me what you asked for 'cause it won't come true." Jeremiah clapped and then blew out his own before digging into his food.

Tristan: Tristan didn't even know what he wished for. He was just glad it had made this adorable man happy.

"You've got a lot of wishes. Better make them all count."

Jeremiah: "At this point I'm just wishing the scent of a blown out candle will linger for longer. It's such a nice smell!"

Tristan: "Well that'll definitely come true."

Jeremiah: "WELL IT WON'T NOW THAT I'VE TOLD YOU."

Tristan: Tristan threw his head back and laughed. Adorable, adorable man.

Jeremiah: Aw, now that he was smiling he was a lot cuter. A lot less... scary.

"So what's it like being a fisherman?" He asked between bites.

Tristan: "Most of the time, peaceful. Hard work, brutal hours, but peaceful. On bad days? You're doing battle with mother nature and she usually wins."

Jeremiah: "Ever thought of doing something less... terrifying?"

Tristan: He shook his head and bit into an onion ring. "Nope. Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to work on the ocean."

Jeremiah: He couldn't help but feel jealous. Something so basic, and yet Jeremiah couldn't remember a similar fact.

"It's cool that you're doing what you've always wanted to. Killing fishes at mass, and all that."

Tristan: Tristan chuckled. "Puts food on the table, for me and the whole town. Maybe when I retire I'll build boats."

Jeremiah: "Ooooh! See THAT'S awe- woah, do you have a name for your boat? What is it??"

Tristan: Ah, now he was beaming with pride. "I do. She's the Venice Adriana."

Jeremiah: "Why is she the Venice Adriana?"

Tristan: “That’s kind of a....medium story.”

Jeremiah: "Medium?" He gasped! "Like psychics?!"

Tristan: He laughed. “Medium like medium length.”

Jeremiah: "I've got time and a whoooole lotta food to help."

Tristan: Tristan nodded. “All right, then.” He poured himself more scotch. “The Venice Adriana is a novel about a man who’s writing a biography on this famous opera singer called The Venice Adriana who is based more or less on Maria Callas.”

Jeremiah: "Maria Callas... Oh my G- have you seen Callas Forever?! Wait, wait-- Ethan... Ethan...?"

Tristan: “Ethan Mordden,” Tristan said with a nod. “And yes, I have. You see I’ve been in love with Maria Callas since I was about two years old.”

Jeremiah: "Awwwwwww!!"

Tristan: “My mom played her music for me my entire childhood basically and I just thought she was the most magical woman to ever exist. So when I got my ship, I named her after the novel that had been written about her.”

Jeremiah: With a hand on his chin and an elbow on the table he smiled at the other. That... was... ADORABLE.

"And that magical lady tried to kill you today, romantic."

Tristan: Another laugh. “My Adriana didn’t try to kill me today, Mother Nature did. Fickle bitch that she is,” he added fondly.

Jeremiah: "Woah, woah, woah! Mother nature made the air your breathing and she can take it away!"

Tristan: “She can take many things away. She’s a bad-tempered woman that I have to sweet talk every single day. And I love it.”

Jeremiah: "Sounds like a very toxic relationship you have there." He leaned closer to whisper, pretending to be serious, "It's okay, men get abused too and there's no shame in admitting it. HashtagMeToo."

Tristan: That got yet another laugh from Tristan. “She is mean but she provides. And very well I might add. Now if only she’d stop trying to knock me and my crew around.”

Jeremiah: Jeremiah grinned. "Maybe she wants you to stop killing her babies. Ever think about that??"

Tristan: “Every day. But that’s life. What do you for a living?”

Jeremiah: What... did he do? What did he do... before...? He tried to think... He tried to concentrate and hope. This time. This time I'll remember... please...

He was silent and looked confused for a while before he pressed a hand to his temple and cringed at the throbbing pain.

Tristan: Tristan’s brow furrowed in concern. “Hey, are you all right?”

Jeremiah: "Uh..." Damn. "Yeah, yeah." He leaned back, "It happens sometimes when I talk to fish murderers." He leaned back and finished off his milkshake.

Tristan: Tristan smiled. “Are you sure? I’m sure Elsie could get you some aspirin or something if you need it.”

Jeremiah: "No... it's okay. Just need to eat something. You want some of this?"

Tristan: “I’m fine with my burger. You enjoy your birthday feast.”

Jeremiah: "I will enjoy my birthday feast."

Tristan: Whatever that little incident had been, he was glad it wasn’t putting a damper on Jeremiah’s spirits.

“So what else are you doing today? Got anything fun planned?”

Jeremiah: "... Isn't this fun?"

Tristan: “Hanging out with a maimed salty sailor on your birthday?”

Jeremiah: "... Why does that sound like the start of a weird porno?"

Tristan: “It does, doesn’t it?” Tristan laughed. “So you’re actually having fun sitting here talking to me?”

Jeremiah: "Yeah... but no I don't want to go back to your house and see your butterfly collection."

Tristan: “Well good, because I don’t have a butterfly collection.”

Jeremiah: "That makes you significantly less creepy."

Tristan: "Butterfly collections are the deciding factor?"

Jeremiah: "... You clearly aren't as well-versed in serial killer habits as I am."

Tristan: Tristan blinked. "Apparently not. Enlighten me, please."

Jeremiah: "They keep butterfly collections."

Tristan: "Is it always butterflies or do they also collect other kinds of bugs?"

Jeremiah: ".... Moths are also acceptable," he grinned.

Tristan: "Ahhh, so bugs with wings. Gotcha." He smiled. "What else do they do?"

Jeremiah: "Uhhhhhh KILL PEOPLE maybe?!" duh! "Oh, and they whistle. In public. Alone."

Tristan: Tristan laughed. "Is whistling around other people okay? Because I do it when I work sometimes."

Jeremiah: "Do you work when it's dark outside?"

Tristan: "I get up before dawn every day, so yes."

Jeremiah: "Then yep! Soz boo."

Tristan: He gave a sage nod. "So overall how do I rank on the 'definitely serial killer' scale?"

Jeremiah: "If it works like a Kinsey Scale, you're only incidentally not a serial killer."

Tristan: "Cool, cool. Tell me something." He pointed a fry at Jeremiah. "Why do you know about serial killers?"

Jeremiah: "Well... you see... the thing about that is-" he quickly pretended to jerk out of his seat and run away, but he only went as far as leaning forward and getting a little out of his seat before he was sat back down and laughing.

Tristan: Birthday boy was fast; he actually had Tristan going for a split second before he dissolved into laughter right along with him.

"Very clever."

Jeremiah: Jeremiah let his laughter die before speaking, "Shhhh! You'll tell everyone my secret!"

Tristan: "That you're clever?"

Jeremiah: "... Yeah... let's go with that..." not that he's a serial killer...

Tristan: The thought of this sunshine man being a serial killer was so ridiculous it wasn't even a remote possibility in Tristan' mind.

"What do you do when you're not researching serial killers?"

Jeremiah: He scratched his head. He didn't even want to try thinking about that... Not again.

"I'm suuuper into reading. Comic books and philosophy and stuff! It's so interesting. And video games! And swimming! Wait, and... music! I have a lot of hobbies. And free time. What about you?!"

Tristan: "Do a good bit of reading and swimming and music listening myself. I sail, I dive, watch documentaries."

Jeremiah: "What kind of stuff do you read and watch and listen to?"

Tristan: "Everything. And that's not just a cop out. My mom is a literature professor, she exposed me to a lot."

Jeremiah: "Does 'everything' include comics?"

Tristan: "When I was younger, yeah."

Jeremiah: "Who was your favourite? OH! If you could have any superpower what would it be?! That's a better question."

Tristan: "Is that even a question?" he laughed. "I grew up to be a fisherman. Aquaman, obviously. I wanted to be able to breathe underwater so I could see what was at the bottom of the Mariana trench."

Jeremiah: "Oooooooh Aquaman is one tasty dude. You do kind of look like him! You have the hair. Your hair's nicer, though. I bet it looks AMAZING underwater, all flowy - like Ariel in The Little Mermaid!"

Tristan: "It'd have to be a whole lot redder to be like hers. And thank you, my hair is a point of pride."

Jeremiah: "Can I be a white person and ask to touch it?"

Tristan: "Go for it," Tristan chuckled. Though originally all brown, years of being in the sun had turned a great deal of his hair blond. Even in the winter it remained that way.

Jeremiah: Leaning over he reached out, gently stroking Tristan's hair.

"Bet girls are jealous of you."

Tristan: "A few of them have told me as much, yeah."

Jeremiah: He drew his hand away, "What's the longest you've ever had it?"

Tristan: "I've never let it get past my shoulders, like it is now. Any longer and it gets annoying to manage."

Jeremiah: "At least your hair goes down, if I grow my hair out it just keeps going upwards."

Tristan: Tristan smiled. "I like it. Defies gravity."

Jeremiah: "RIGHT?! It's like, I get it, God wants me closer to Him, but He's gotta chill a bit, y'know?!"

Tristan: "Well you are in the south," Tristan laughed.

Jeremiah: "... You have a point there." Jeremiah laughed.

Tristan: "What's the longest you've ever had your hair?"

Jeremiah: Jeremiah motioned about five inches up and around his head, then about three inches at his chin.

"I'm one beardy dude if I try to be."

Tristan: "Never could get the hang of beards. I'm a scruff guy."

Jeremiah: "You gotta have a beard COMB!"

Tristan: Tristan shook his head. "Too much maintenance. Scruff is easier."

Jeremiah: "Buuuuuut you'd like extra cool with a beard you could put flowers in."

Tristan: "I put the flowers in my hair."

Jeremiah: .... Hm. "You got me there, Ariel."

Tristan: "I'm Ariel now?" he asked with a grin. "Guess that's fitting."

Jeremiah: "Ariel's a murderer too! She KILLED Ursula and that shark! I think... probably."

Tristan: "Well to be fair, Ursula kinda took advantage of her. She had it coming."

Jeremiah: "So you're an eye-for-an-eye kind of guy?"

Tristan: "Depends on the situation."

Jeremiah: "Some eight-legged bitch steals your dad's magical pitchfork and your voice, whilst purposefully sabotaging your chances at finding love with the man of your dreams and ACTUAL prince! What do you roll??"

Tristan: "Public justice and private revenge."

Jeremiah: "How does that work, Ariel?"

Tristan: "Not sure, but it'd be the goal."

Jeremiah: "I kind of wanna say 'spoken like a true serial killer!' but I feel like that joke has kind of run its course. Just know that I'm thinking it."

Tristan: Tristan couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed this much with someone. It was a welcome change from the morning he'd had.

"Duly noted. Can I ask you something?"

Jeremiah: "You just did." he smiled cheekily while biting into some food... which was... slowly getting cold. Damn, he's really being swept up in this conversation, huh?

Tristan: His smile remained in place. "What about me says 'I might be a serial killer'?"

Jeremiah: He gestured vaguely.

Tristan: "Gonna need a little more than that."

Jeremiah: "All your injuries and you walked in with this super grumpy look on your face. You're smiling and stuff now, though!"

Tristan: "Hey now, I had a rough morning."

Jeremiah: "Yeah I can see that..." considering the bottle of alcohol in front of him.

Tristan: "It's onwards and upwards from here."

Jeremiah: "I like that. Be positive!"

Tristan: "I've got your positivity right here," he chuckled, tapping his glass as he emptied it. Now to his pie.

Jeremiah: Jeremiah GROANED. "It should be here-" he tapped his heart, "and here!" he tapped his head.

Tristan: "Those stores have been depleted by this day. Need to supplement with alcohol and pie."

Jeremiah: Oh.... that's... sad.

"Why do you say that?"

Tristan: "Some days take more out of a person than others. Today has been one of them. It happens."

Jeremiah: "Just because you got hurt?"

Tristan: "That'll do it."

Jeremiah: "That's a lame excuse."

Tristan: "My head and my arm and the beating my ship took beg to differ."

Jeremiah: "Oh... Adriana got wrecked?"

Tristan: "Not as bad as that but that storm knocked her around."

Jeremiah: "Can you fix her yourself?"

Tristan: "Don't know how bad the damage is yet."

Jeremiah: "Yeah... probably a good idea to sort yourself out first. Adriana will wait for you if she reaaaally loves you."

Tristan: "If it had been up to me I would've checked on her first but my first mate thought it would be a good idea to pull me out of the water before I attracted a shark."

Jeremiah: "Uh- YEAH. Your first mate sounds like a genius!"

Tristan: Tristan smiled around a bite of pie. "Yeah, he's a good guy. Keeps to himself but works his ass off."

Jeremiah: "Is his name.... Sebastian?"

Tristan: He shook his head. "Nope. I do know a Sebastian though."

Jeremiah: "Are you best friends?"

Tristan: "Not really."

Jeremiah: "... Do you have a best friend?"

Tristan: "Of sorts. Don't know if he considers me his best friend."

Jeremiah: "Awww whyyyy?"

Tristan: "I dunno, we've never had that conversation."

Jeremiah: "Is that a conversation you're meant to have? It's best friends, not life-partners."

Tristan: "Maybe not a fully fledged conversation, but some type of acknowledgement or moment or something where you both realize 'hey we're best friends'."

Jeremiah: "Have you known them long?"

Tristan: "Few years now. He got married recently."

Jeremiah: "Awwww what?! Were you his best man?!"

Tristan: "No, he chose not to have one. Probably would've been one of his brothers though."

Jeremiah: "Is this guy a fisherman too?"

Tristan: "Nah, he's in school and making everyone proud."

Jeremiah: "He's in school?!"

Tristan: "Yep." And there was the pride again.

Jeremiah: "... But he just got married."

Tristan: "Yep," he repeated. "Married, going to college, living a good life. Couldn't be happier for him."

Jeremiah: "You sure you're not in love with him?"

Tristan: Tristan smiled. "I'm sure. I love him a lot but I'm not in love with him."

Jeremiah: "Why not?"

Tristan: "Why am I not in love with him?"

Jeremiah: "Yeah."

Tristan: "That's like asking why I'm not in love with all my friends."

Jeremiah: "..." he shrugged, "Does he know you got hurt?"

Tristan: "No but I'm sure I'm gonna get an earful when he finds out."

Jeremiah: "Maybe you should take protection... give him some of that alcohol?"

Tristan: "You know, that's not a bad idea. Maybe some pizza too, he loves it."

Jeremiah: "Yaaaas, manipulate his feelings by giving him treats! Classic."

Tristan: Tristan laughed. "Or at least soften the blow a little bit." Getting pinched by crabs usually got a laugh out of Ronan but him nearly dying? He'd bet that wouldn't cause nearly as much mirth.

Jeremiah: "Are you waiting for him here?"

Tristan: He shook his head. "No, I just stopped in to grab something to eat. I'll tell him sometime in the next couple days though."

Jeremiah: "Good luuuuuck!"

Tristan: Tristan just grinned. "Thanks for that. This pie is incredible by the way. You should get a slice."

Jeremiah: "I ordered one of everything.... soooo I guess I'll find out!" he laughed.

Tristan: "One of everything? You like a challenge, I see."

Jeremiah: "It's my birthday!! And anything I don't eat I can take home, right?" .... maybe he had been a little hasty. "You want to... uh... pull up a chair and help?"

Tristan: "You definitely can. Might not have to cook for a few days."

Tristan didn't know why, but the invitation surprised him. "You sure? I wouldn't want to impose."

Jeremiah: "I mean... that ship has sailed." he grinned, "Yeah - if you want?"

Tristan: His smile--yet to fade--softened a bit. "Sure. I'll help you celebrate, birthday boy."

Jeremiah: Oh, that just reminded him that he had said 'You too' in response to 'happy birthday'. Someone kill him??

"Sweeeet." he sat up, allowing the other to choose whether he wanted to be beside him or opposite.

Tristan: Tristan chose to sit opposite. Easier to talk that way.

"All right, what have we got here?"

Jeremiah: "Hmm.... this isn't the whole menu, right? I think the waitress will being more soon."

Tristan: "Looks like--yeah, there she comes."

Elsie had arrived with the rest of the menu, including the pie that Tristan had just praised.

Jeremiah: "Yaaaay, thank you!" He smiled at her and then turned his attention to the other, "So... is the pie a savor-and-respect kind of situation or a shove-it-in-your-mouth-while-you-can situation?"

Tristan: "Middle ground. Savor but eat with enthusiasm."

Jeremiah: "Wanna split it with me?"

Tristan: "I had my slice. I'll help you with the rest but that pie? No birthday would be complete without it."

Jeremiah: He laughed, "Gotchaaaaaaa..." okay, he picked up his fork and hovered it over the pie.

Tristan: Tristan just smiled and gave him a knowing look of encouragement. Trust me, it said. Life will never be the same.

Jeremiah: Eyebrows raised. Okaaaaay.

He dug his fork in and carefully pulled a chunk away. First, he examined it. He would do a Gordon Ramsey impression, but he didn't want to offend the people that worked there if it seemed as though he actually meant it when he said he was sure whatever in it was so raw it was still alive.

So, he just put it into his mouth and chewed... tasting for a moment.... "MMMMMMMM!"

Tristan: He couldn't help but laugh. That was exactly the kind of reaction he was hoping for.

"Good?" he asked, grinning like a loon.

Jeremiah: "Mmmmmmmm sooo good!"

Tristan: "Glad you like it, birthday boy. Their peach pie is good too."

Jeremiah: "Can we just agree that all pie is good pie?"

Tristan: Tristan shook his head. "Uh-uh, nope. That is false."

Jeremiah: "Huh?!"

Tristan: "All pie is good pie only in theory. The practice is a very different beast."

Jeremiah: "What's the rule in practice, then?"

Tristan: "Leave pie making to people who know what they're doing."

Jeremiah: "Where's the fun in that?"

Tristan: "You've clearly never had food poisoning from bad pie."

Jeremiah: "And YOU clearly haven't thought that through! If only the people who knew what they were doing made pies only the same minds would work on pies all the time, so there's never ever anything new! There would never be progress! Also, by your logic people can't learn about pies and so the wisdom the pie-experts have will die with them, and then nobody will know anything about pies ever again! You know microwaves were invented by accident? That's because someone who didn't know what they were doing took a shot at something, did something! We can fail at making a pie but then you try again! Welcome to my TED Talk, I'm Jeremiah Jordan, here's why you should always make mistakes."

Tristan: No one in human memory had ever been so passionate about pie making, Tristan was sure of it.

"Not at all. I'm saying people should learn how to make a pie before they expose innocent civilians to their creations. Some random person may choose to put some filling in some crust but that does not pie or innovation make. Moral of the story, my grandma's neighbor should have looked up a recipe or ask someone for advice before she served a pie at a barbecue that landed me and three other people in the hospital for a week."

Jeremiah: This isn't about pies, it's about the PRINCIPLE!

"... You've got me there." He laughed, "Okay, we'll leave the public pie making to those who know what they're doing. I'm still gonna rock nothing but an apron and try my best to make chocolate pies a thing in my own home."

Tristan: Tristan smiled. "I hate to rain on your parade but chocolate pie is already a thing. A very popular thing."

Jeremiah: For a while Jeremiah looked very, very concerned.

"Like... with chocolate in the crusts and melted chocolate inside of the pastry?"

Tristan: He nodded. "Yes. To both."

Jeremiah: GAAASP!??????????

Tristan: "Wait, did you not know chocolate pie was a thing?"

Jeremiah: "CHOCOLATE PIE'S A THING ALREADY?!" Maybe... Maybe a little too loud, Jer. "I've never had one!!"

Tristan: "You've got a slice right there," he said, pointing to Jeremiah's left. Sure enough, there was a piece of chocolate pie with a bright yellow candle in it.

Jeremiah: "Wh- I think I'm gonna cry... I MEAN WITH THE TOP CRUST!"

Tristan: "Top crust only goes on fruit pie."

Jeremiah: "Broaden your horizons."

Tristan: "My horizons are doing very well. What were you imagining?"

Jeremiah: "So, like, crust EVERYWHERE, in the crust, flaky chocolate bits. Dig into the pie, out spills melted chocolate. Gotta figure out how the bottom of the pie doesn't get too soggy and falls apart..."

Tristan: "Yeah, there's your risk. You could always just have a chocolate lava cake. Plenty of melted chocolate there."

Jeremiah: "But that's not the same..." He'll just dig into the chocolate cheesecake with pie crust at the bottom instead.

Tristan: He sounded so sad. "You'll find your dream chocolate pie one day."

Jeremiah: "No, I'll MAKE it!" He was back to grinning as he eats. "Have you ever invented anything?"

Tristan: "Something that functions? No."

Jeremiah: "What have you tried?"

Tristan: "Tried making lots of time machines when I was a kid."

Jeremiah: ... Hi soulmate.

"Oh... I tried to do that too! I was adopted so I kept trying to go back so that I could meet my parents. And a TARDIS!"

Tristan: Tristan smiled softly. "That police box deal from that show with the doctor?"

Jeremiah: "DOCTOR WHO! Yeah. You haven't seen it?? Have you not seen Star Wars either??"

Tristan: "Nope, no Doctor Who. Did watch Star Wars though. Star Trek, too."

Jeremiah: "... Did you like 'em?"

Tristan: He nodded. "Yep. I've always loved sci-fi."

Jeremiah: "Then you GOTTA watch Doctor Who! OH! We can watch it together!"

Tristan: "Yeah? What's it about, apart from a doctor who travels in a phone box?"

Jeremiah: "Aliens and time travel and saving the world and sonic screwdrivers and love!"

Tristan: "Wait, back up. Sonic screwdrivers?"

Jeremiah: "If I tell you, I'd have to kill you."

Tristan: "Who's the serial killer now?"

Jeremiah: "Doctor Who!"

Tristan: "Ah, so he's a serial killer who time travels, falls in love, and his weapon of choice is the screwdriver. Gotcha."

Jeremiah: "Yeeeep. Bet you can't wait to watch it, huh?!"

Tristan: "Gotta say I'm definitely intrigued," Tristan said with a smile. "I'll give it a chance."

Jeremiah: "I have the box set!"

Tristan: "Look at you. That big a fan, huh?"

Jeremiah: "Yeah!" He beamed, "aren't you a fan of something that much??"

Tristan: "Maria Callas. Blue Planet. Lost."

Jeremiah: "BLUE PLANET? LOST? Oh - such variety!"

Tristan: "Hey, I like the ocean!"

Jeremiah: "You never get sick of it?"

Tristan: "Not once in all my thirty-six years. Annoyed? Sure. But never sick of it."

Jeremiah: "... That's awesome. It's so dope you're doing something where you're surrounded by what you love every day."

Tristan: This time, Tristan toasted Jeremiah with a french fry. "I couldn't agree more."

Jeremiah: Mmm, yum! He takes four and puts them all in his mouth.

Tristan: Another chuckle. "How are you not full?"

Jeremiah: "There's barely any food here!"

Tristan: "The entire menu's here!"

Jeremiah: "It's my birthday!"

Tristan: "So what you're saying is, more pie?"

Jeremiah: "... No.. I really shouldn't.. ah.. I... Yes. Yep."

Tristan: Tristan laughed and flagged down Elsie for more pie.

Jeremiah: "So whatcha doin' after this?"

Tristan: “Nothing much. Was planning on going home and sleeping.”

Jeremiah: "UGH a dream. Now I wanna nap." He groaned and folded arms on the table, lowering to rest his cheek on his elbow.

Tristan: “You’re gonna need one after this meal.”

Jeremiah: He laughed, head still resting, party hat slowly slipping down the side of his head. "True..."

Tristan: “Where do you live?”

Jeremiah: "That way!" He pointed at the hotel he had been staying in for... months.

Tristan: Tristan turned, saw what Jeremiah was pointing at, and frowned. “The Wayside?”

Jeremiah: "Yeeeeep."

Tristan: “You’re from out of town?”

Jeremiah: "Yeah, but I've been here a while... just haven't been able to get a place. All of my cards have been cancelled and I tried to call the bank to fix it but they said it was a prank call or some scam and they blocked my number..."

Tristan: His brow furrowed. “Did someone steal your identity or something?”

Jeremiah: "They said something really weird about me being dead..." He shrugged, "I dunno... I managed to get a job but the money has to go into an online account and I can't rent or anything with it, has to be with an actual card."

Tristan: “Maybe in a city, but here? There are places you can rent for cash only. They’re not particularly big or nice but they’re clean and decent. Ish.”

Jeremiah: "... I didn't know that. Now I look like an idiot, THANKS TRISTAN! WHERE WERE YOU A YEAR AGO??" He's joking, of course.

Tristan: He smiled. "You don't look like an idiot. Only locals know the vaguely sketchy dealings of their small fishing villages. I could help you find a place if you want, see if anyone in town is renting a room or apartment."

Jeremiah: "Yeah?" He scratched his head. That would mean he's really staying here, right?... Well. Where else did he have to go? "Yeah, I'd appreciate that. Thanks."

Tristan: "No problem." He'd ask his mom for help; she always seemed to know everything that was going on in town.

"Any preference for a room or apartment?"

Jeremiah: "Not that I can think of..."

Tristan: "Anything you definitely don't want?"

Jeremiah: "I definitely don't want mean roommates."

Tristan: "That's a given. Gimme a couple days and I'll see what I can dig up."

Jeremiah: "Wow... Thanks, dude. Seriously. IT'S A BIRTHDAY MIRACLE."

Tristan: Tristan chuckled. "It's no problem. You're in a small town. It's time to start living the small town life."

Jeremiah: "Yeah... guess so." He laughed and scratched the scruff on his jaw.

Tristan: "It's also time for more pie."

Jeremiah: "I'm gonna explode!"

Tristan: "Pie to go."

Jeremiah: "... Solid plan, sir."

Tristan: "I try." He flagged down Elsie and asked her for takeout containers for all of Jeremiah's leftovers.

Jeremiah: "Thank yoooou, angeeeeel!" He grinned at her.

Tristan: Elsie was quickly dissolving into a delighted giggly mess. "Oh, hush," she said, clearly flustered as she set down a stack of containers. "You are just too charming for words."

Jeremiah: Jeremiah laughed, looking at Tristan. "Charming? That's... new."

Tristan: "Charmed Elsie just fine," Tristan chuckled.

Jeremiah: "Hm... Maybe I should get her number?! Or is that weird? Maybe she's just being nice, since it's my birthday. Or maybe... ah! Never mind."

Tristan: "Looks like Elsie's not the only one feeling flustered."

Jeremiah: "Shhhh! She'll hear you!"

Tristan: Well now Tristan was just laughing.

Jeremiah: "Awwww! You have such a cute- wait did I say that already?"

Tristan: "Say what?" Tristan asked with a grin.

Jeremiah: "That you have a cute laugh. I'm pretty sure I said that already... right?"

Tristan: "Um, no, I don't think you did. But thank you."

Jeremiah: "Oh... well now this is just awkward."

Tristan: "Nah, it's not. It's sweet."

Jeremiah: "... Sweet?"

Tristan: "Yeah. It's sweet getting a nice compliment from a nice man."

Jeremiah: "... A nice man?" Said in the exact same tone as before.

Tristan: Tristan nodded, smile still in place, though softer. "Yep. You're a very nice man."

Jeremiah: "Because I shared my food with you?"

Tristan: "Just part of the whole."

Jeremiah: "Hmmm... well you're a nice man, too."

Tristan: "Thank you."

Jeremiah: "OH! You gotta take my number so that you can update me."

Tristan: "And you need mine," said Tristan, reaching into his pocket for his phone. "Fire away."

Jeremiah: Jeremiah brought his out too, telling the other his number.

"How do you spell your name...?"

Tristan: "T-R-I-S-T-A-N."

Jeremiah: "Oh, cool. That's what I thought but I didn't wanna assume!"

Tristan: He smiled. "Your turn."

Jeremiah: "J-E-R... uh... -E-M-I-A...H."

Tristan: "And done. We're all set. Hopefully I'll have some information for you here in a few days."

Jeremiah: "Doooope!"

Tristan: The phone was returned to his pocket. "Hey, do you want some help taking all this back to your room?"

Jeremiah: "... Probably a good idea. You don't mind?"

Tristan: "Not at all. Bed ain't going anywhere."

Jeremiah: "You're not feeling all... bleh? How's your head and arm?"

Tristan: "Doc gave me some ibuprofen and it hadn't worn off yet so I'm good."

Jeremiah: "Did they clean your wounds properly?"

Tristan: "Yes she did. Cleaned, disinfected, and dressed. She's making me come in so she can change the dressings."

Jeremiah: "Yeah? Good. You should be careful, sometimes they don't clean it out completely or they're super messy with the dressing so it's too tight or hurts or..." He sighs.

Tristan: "No need to worry. Doc Gordon's been patching me up since I could walk."

Jeremiah: "Good. That's good. Still, though!"

Tristan: See? Tristan thought, smiling widely at Jeremiah. Only a nice man would worry about a complete stranger having proper wound care.

"I promise to stay away from shady looking doctors."

Jeremiah: "That's a good promise to keep!" He smiled widely, "If not for me... FOR YOURSELF!" he pretended to be passionately emotional, with a first against his own chest and a frown.

Tristan: Such a display only caused Tristan to laugh again. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed this much with someone. His face was starting to hurt.

"Come on, let's get you home."

Jeremiah: "Okay!" He smiled as he stood, collecting what he could of the leftovers. "You okay with those?"

Tristan: Tristan paid for his food and for Jeremiah's and gathered his share. "I'm good, sunshine man."

Jeremiah: "Sunshine man..." He laughed before starting to head over to the hotel.

Tristan: "Can't think of a more appropriate nickname for you. Thanks, Elsie!" he called over his shoulder.

"Any time!" she shouted back. "Happy birthday, cutie!"

Jeremiah: "You too! I mean-ugh- thanks!!"

Let's get out of there as quickly as possible!

Tristan: "People are gonna start thinking you don't know how to people," Tristan teased.

Jeremiah: "Being a person is hard!"

Tristan: "Lord, ain't that the truth."

Jeremiah: "Especially when it includes fighting with the sea..."

Tristan: "Yep, especially then."

Jeremiah: Jeremiah laughed. "Have you been in this hotel before?"

Tristan: "Several times a week since it opened. I sell them fish."

Jeremiah: What?! "HOW ARE WE ONLY JUST MEETING?!"

Tristan: "I use the service entrance!" he said, chuckling. "90% of the time I only ever stay in the kitchen with Gina and her chef."

Jeremiah: "Ohh. That would be why!" He laughed.

He continued through the hotel to the stairs, heading up and stopping in front of a door.

"Uh... can you help get the key...? It's in my pocket?"

Tristan: Tristan nodded at a couple of employees as passed, returning their greetings and explaining away his injuries.

"Sure thing." He adjusted the containers he was carrying. "Which pocket?"

Jeremiah: "Front right. No, left. Wait. My right, your left."

Tristan: "Gotcha." Tristan retrieved the key in the most gentlemanly way he could and let them into the room.

"Where do you want these?"

Jeremiah: "Thaaaanks." He was sure he had cleaned up, but for some reason having another pair of eyes on it made everything seem 10x dirtier. But it wasn't! He promises!

"The table. I'll put it in the fridge. Did you wanna take any of that?"

Tristan: Jeremiah needn't have worried; the room seemed perfectly clean to Tristan and even if it hadn't, it was no bother to him.

"Oh no, it's fine," Tristan said as he set the containers down. "You should be the one to enjoy your leftovers."

Jeremiah: "Let me know if you change your mind." Everything was put down and Jeremiah flexed his fingers. "Did that hurt your shoulder or anything?"

Tristan: "No no, not at all. It's gonna take a lot more than a few takeout containers to topple me." It was going to work tomorrow that was going to suck.

Jeremiah: "You should probably take some time off."

Tristan: "Can't. Got orders to fill and people to pay. I'll be all right. If need be Oliver can do most of the hauling."

Jeremiah: "You need to rest, though. What medication did they give you? It might make you drowsy or lightheaded, which means you could hurt yourself even worse. Take it easy."

Tristan: "She didn't prescribe anything, just told me to take some ibuprofen. I'll be fine, sunshine man. I'm a big swarthy sailor," he added with a smile.

Jeremiah: "Pssht! Pssssssssssssht. Pssssssssssssssssssssht! Pffffffff! If a fish springs out at you and hits against your arm you'll be crying in pain!"

Tristan: There Tristan was, dissolving into laughter once more.

"At worst I'll get pinched by a crab."

Jeremiah: "That's WAY worse! You need to get your priorities right."

Tristan: "I get pinched all the time, it's part of my reality."

Jeremiah: "It's literally insane to think that you live like this."

Tristan: "So do all fishermen. Storms and shitty hours and angry crustaceans."

Jeremiah: "... Are you okay?" he whispered, leaning closer, "Blink twice if you want me to find you a new job..."

Tristan: Tristan chuckled. "I'm completely happy with my job, trust me."

Jeremiah: "They can hear us, can't they?"

Tristan: "No conspiracy, promise. We sailors are strange folk."

Jeremiah: "I'm startin' to see that."

Tristan: "Keeps things lively."

Jeremiah: "You get bored easily?" He moved to sit on the edge of his bed.

Tristan: "The complete opposite, as my lifelong love of the sea might showcase. I'm pretty loyal to my interests. You?"

Jeremiah: "Ugh, I get bored super easy. That's why I know so much useless crap, I think. Always buzzing around like a bee from one flower to the next."

Tristan: "Yeah, it's been a day. Any other birthday wishes I can fulfill before I head out?"

Jeremiah: Jeremiah grinned and stood, practically bouncing. "Maaaaaaaybe! Do you like Star Wars?"

Tristan: Tristan smiled. "I do like Star Wars."

Jeremiah: "Do I hear....... Star Wars marathon?? Obviously not the whole thing or we'll be here until my birthday next year, but totally an idea!"

Tristan: "Definitely don't have enough fuel in the tank for a full marathon today but we can totally get started on it."

Jeremiah: "Yes! Which one's your favourite?! Where should we start from - film release or chronological to the universe?!"

Tristan: "Are you one of those people that hates the prequels?"

Jeremiah: "No! Are you?!" he squints, suddenly serious. "Are you?"

Tristan: "I like the prequels I don't care what anyone says."

Jeremiah: "PREQUELS IT IS!" yay!!! WAIT- gasp!!! "I don't have any popcorn!"

Tristan: "After the feast we ate you want popcorn?" Tristan laughed.

Jeremiah: "We're gonna watch MOVIES! Oh- I have ice cream and candy though, I think we're good."

Tristan: "I'll leave that all to you, I'm so full."

Jeremiah: "Seriously?!"

Tristan: "I ate a full meal!"

Jeremiah: "So weak!!" he proclaimed as he started to sort out the fridge, putting away his leftovers and exchanging them for ice cream.

Tristan: "I'm an old, old man my body can't handle such things anymore."

Jeremiah: "Pfft! You don't look a day over... Seven!" He put some in a bowl for Tristan anyway. Just in case. "I put you chocolate since EVERYONE knows chocolate is the best flavour." He gestured to himself. "Duh."

Tristan: "Day over seven, huh? That must be why I groan every time I get up."

He just laughed and shook his head. Sunshine man was ridiculous. "Put the movie on before sleep wins out."

Jeremiah: "Okay!" bowls and candy were set on the bedside table and his laptop was brought over... along with the DVDs having no card had forced him to buy. He got comfy on his bed and patted the space beside him.

Tristan: Tristan settled in beside Jeremiah and gave a long, content sigh. This was so comfortable and it had been such a long day. There was a very real danger of him falling asleep before the movie was over.

Jeremiah: Tristan wasn't alone in that, and the closer he got to falling asleep the closer Jeremiah did too. It appeared that the ice cream would simply melt, and he'll have to eat it like soup whenever it came to that...

Tristan: Good manners were the only thing that kept Tristan awake. That and the thought that eventually he'd have to get up and go home to rest up for work tomorrow. He needed to assess the damage on the Adriana and start on repairs.

"Lose your appetite for ice cream?"

Jeremiah: "Hmm... yeah." he yawned, bringing the covers up around them both. He wanted to hog, but he wouldn't. "If you could be any Star Wars character, who would you be?"

Tristan: "Han Solo, but gay."

Jeremiah: "... But gay??"

Tristan: "No offense to Leia but she's not my cup of tea." Had his tiredness made him reveal his sexuality?

Why, yes. Yes it had.

Jeremiah: Jeremiah laughed, "How could you not love her? She's aweso- oh, you mean in that way?? Wait..." it's going to take Jeremiah a second to get there... "'cause of the incest thing?"

Tristan: His brow furrowed. "What? Han and Luke aren't siblings."

Jeremiah: "I know! But Leia was into incest!"

Tristan: "She didn't know. And lovely as she is, she does nothing for me."

Jeremiah: "I thought straight white guys were super into that kind of thing. No offense."

Tristan: "Are they?" In his half asleep state, Tristan was failing to quite grasp the conversation that was happening. "That's fucked."

Jeremiah: "Wouldn't you know? Hey-" he nudged Tristan. He's confused Jeremiah enough that he was more awake now!

Tristan: "Not really. All my straight friends also think incest is gross."

Jeremiah: ...

Almost... his brain has almost gotten there...

"Wait, you're not straight?"

Tristan: "Nope. Gay Han Solo, that's me."

Jeremiah: "Oooooooh." ... Ooooooh!!!!! "OOOH! Hey, man, I'm sorry I assumed you were. You have a super masculine gladiator straight guy vibe."

Tristan: Tristan's laugh had lost its pirate-yness and become distinctly sleepy. "S'fine. From what my mama tells me plenty of gladiators were gayer than the fourth of July."

Jeremiah: "... That's true but..." ugh. Now he felt like an asshole. "Must be cool knowing what you are. I have no idea, ever. My answer changes, like, five times in one day."

Tristan: "Eh, I wouldn't worry too much about it. Who cares who you sleep with, we live on a blue marble hurtling through space."

Jeremiah: "Yeah... you got a boyfriend?"

Tristan: He shook his head. "Nope. Not for years."

Jeremiah: "Someone break your heart that badly?" he asked, sinking further into his bed, eyes more on Tristan than his laptop screen.

Tristan: His eyes were staying closed more often than not. "That wound's looong healed," he said with a chuckle.

Jeremiah: "That's good. I bet it's hard to find someone in a small town like this."

Tristan: "For me, yes. Ronan's been on a years-long campaign to make sure I don't die alone."

Jeremiah: He laughed, "So he's been setting you up on dates and stuff? That's nice of him."

Tristan: "He set me up on one and he's been banned from setting me up on any more unless I thoroughly question him."

Jeremiah: "Why?? Was it a mutant?!"

Tristan: "Worse."

Jeremiah: "A WOMAN?!"

Tristan: "No, not a woman. Someone who was taken."

Jeremiah: "Ouch. Why did he do that?"

Tristan: "Long story."

Jeremiah: "Hmm... what happened on the date, though?"

Tristan: "The date was fine." Better than fine, but that wasn't something he particularly liked thinking about or remembering. Ages and ages later he still felt weird around Luke, and especially Fletcher.

Jeremiah: "Sorry your friend screwed you over."

Tristan: "It's fine." He'd like to think it had come from a good place, but Ronan had also been trying to stick it to Fletcher and had lied to Luke so...

Jeremiah: Yeah, Ronan tended to do things which were the definition of morally grey.

"Have you tried a dating app? Maybe just doing that would get Ronan off your back."

Tristan: "Yep, been there. The results were....less than ideal."

Jeremiah: "Ouch." He patted Tristan's knee. "You can always marry a fish."

Tristan: He laughed. "Might end up having to."

Jeremiah: "SO romantic! I better be invited."

Tristan: "Oh definitely. You can officiate."

Jeremiah: "Yaaay! Can I wear a wizard hat?!"

Tristan: "Go for it. Wear the robes too."

Jeremiah: They would continue like this, with fun back and forth teetering on the edge of falling asleep. Somehow they would manage to stay awake, and eventually Tristan would have to leave. Just as well, because the moment he did Jeremiah would be passing out on his bed.

Tristan: Back at his house Tristan did the same. It was a miracle he'd made it to bed at all.

As he slipped into glorious unconsciousness, he marveled at how a chance meeting with a complete stranger had managed to turn around such a shitty day.

As the week progressed, his ship had been repaired, his mother had been called upon to help Jeremiah's apartment search, his stitches had been torn open twice, and he was more than ready to decompress again.

{Text to Ronan} Hey, renaissance man

{Text to Ronan} Busy?

Ronan: {Text: Mermaid} HOLLLLAAAAAAA

{Text: Mermaid} too busy for u?? Never. Y? Wanna meet?

Tristan: {Text} Yep. Come have pizza with me

{Text} I'll give you money for the arcade

Ronan: {Text} Deal.

{Text} where r u?

Tristan: {Text} On my way to the pizza place

Ronan: {Text} which one

{Text} nvm. Forgot which town were in...

{Text} be there soon.

He just had to be able to pull himself away from Matheus' lap. It might take a while.

Tristan: Tristan smiled as he looked at his phone.

{Text} Yep, only one pizza place with an arcade

{Text} See you soon

While he waited for Ronan, he went ahead and got them a booth and ordered their pizza.

Ronan: Ronan arrived a little flustered. When he spotted his friend he went over, attempting to fix what he could of his hair as he sat down opposite Tristan.

"Hey, brother."

Tristan: "Hey, yourself." Tristan squinted at Ronan's disheveled state. "You got distracted sucking off your husband, didn't you?"

Ronan: Ronan laughed, "Fuckin' maybe. What did YOU accomplish today?"

Tristan: "Tore my stitches open again and didn't bleed to death."

Ronan: "So we both had a good day!"

Tristan: Tristan laughed. "Apparently so. Got us pepperoni and more pepperoni."

Ronan: "You read my mind." He grinned, "There anythin' you wanna talk about or jus' miss me?"

Tristan: "Just missed them curls. How you been? Want a beer?"

Ronan: "Awwww! Sounds like you want suttin'." Is that even a question. "Yeah I want beer! An' I've been good. Almost done with my first year, got some exams comin' up in a few months. You? Y'know you can ask Luke or Conor t'heal you, right?"

Tristan: He flagged down the waitress and ordered them two beers.

"Nah, it's fine. I'll heal eventually." He wasn't about to ask Luke and he didn't know Conor well enough.

"I've been good. Fixed the ship, had dinner with my mom."

Ronan: "How's mama mermaid?"

Tristan: "She's doing good. Getting ready to write some evil exams for her classes. Wanted to see if she'd made any progress with a favor I asked her. Friend of mine is looking for an apartment."

Ronan: "An apartment? Here?"

Tristan: "Yeah. He's been living at the Wayside."

Ronan: "Seriously?" Ugh. "Wait - wait. A friend? You have other friends than me??"

Tristan: "Yes, a friend. Aren't you proud of me? I went out and made a friend."

Ronan: Ronan laughed, "A male friend?"

Tristan: "Yep. His name's Jeremiah. Met him the day I got hurt."

Ronan: "... That was a week ago! You're only jus' tellin' me?" Rude. "A... hot an' gay male friend... or...?"

Tristan: "It has not been a week, it's only been a few days." He thanked the waitress as she came over with their beer. "He's cute and his sexuality is undetermined."

Ronan: "It's been like a year!" Give him a second to chug his beer a little. "Undetermined? That means gay." He licked his lips, "Ain't 'Jeremiah' a black person's name?"

Tristan: "That doesn't necessarily mean gay. I know for a fact he's interested in women and Jeremiah isn't necessarily a black person's name. He is, but that's purely coincidental."

Ronan: "Dude..." Ronan didn't hide his cringe or judgmental expression. "So what happened between you an' Jeremiah?"

Tristan: "Don't be judgy. It was his birthday. I ate with him and then we went back to his room and watched a movie."

Ronan: "You went back to his room??* He was back to smiling. "You finally got some?"

Tristan: "I'm not asking Luke to heal me." He pointed his beer bottle at Ronan. "And you of all people should know why."

Ronan: "He would do it for- I'm jus' gonna fuckin' ask him." Out comes his phone.

Tristan: "Ronan, don't. I mean it. Ask your brother if you must ask someone but do not ask Luke."

Ronan: "Why? Conor might want suttin' in exchange, Luke would do it jus' 'cause he cares. I thought you guys were friends now."

Tristan: "Because I don't want you to ask him, Ronan. Okay? I can heal on my own."

Ronan: He slammed his phone down. "Mermaids are stubborn."

Tristan: "Not a mermaid, renaissance man."

Ronan: "Gay people, then?"

Tristan: He cracked a smile again. "Been one of those since birth."

Ronan: "That's cute. Bet Jeremiah would love t'hear that story while you guys shower together."

Tristan: "Jeremiah already knows I'm gay."

Ronan: "What was his reaction? Maybe you can figure out what he is by that."

Tristan: "He said it must be cool to know what I am and that his answer changed about five times a day."

Ronan: "You make me wanna cry. I bet he was secretly wantin' you t'make a move that whole time."

Tristan: "We were half asleep. How do you think we ended up having that conversation? I don't just reveal I'm gay to strangers."

Ronan: "You're givin' me blood pressure, brother. Seriously. I need another beer." He looked around for a waitress.

Tristan: "You are far too invested in my sex life." Tristan flagged down the waitress and ordered two more beers.

Ronan: "Yeah, it's like watchin' a car crash in slow motion. I can't look away an' no matter how hard I try I can't help."

Tristan: "I'm not gonna die if I don't have sex. Still here, aren't I?"

Ronan: "I worry for your mental health more."

Tristan: "My mental health is fine. I've got a job I like, a good relationship with my mom, friends I enjoy of which you are one. Quite possibly the best one."

Ronan: "Awwwwwww. Did you tell Jeremiah about me?"

Tristan: "I did tell Jeremiah about you."

Ronan: "Yeah? What d'you say?"

Tristan: "That you're my best friend."

Ronan: He overacted smiling proudly and tearing up. "I'm honoured."

Tristan: Tristan shook his head and threw another napkin at Ronan. "Shut up and eat your pizza," he said, smiling.

Ronan: "NEVAH!"

Tristan: "In that case I'll eat your pizza."

Ronan: "Woaaaaaaah there!"

Tristan: Tristan just grinned and bit into a giant slice of pizza.

Ronan: He did the same, but with a grumpy look on his face.

"When are you seein' him again? Want me t'wing man?"

Tristan: "Whenever I have a solid lead for him on an apartment. Also no."

Ronan: "Why? You can't meet up for fun?"

Tristan: "I have a crap ton of work and because I'm worried you'll say something extremely inappropriate."

Ronan: "You gotta plant the idea in his head or he won't think about it!"

Tristan: "Then he won't think about it," he said with a shrug.

Ronan: "Tristan you're breakin' my heart."

Tristan: "Why?"

Ronan: "I'm sad for you."

Tristan: Tristan reached out and gave Ronan's hand a squeeze. "Don't be. I have a nice life. I'm happy. Not everyone is lucky enough to get what you and Matheus have and that's fine. It's life."

Ronan: "It especially don't happen if you don't try. Y'know why Matheus an' I are where we are today? 'cause I followed the fucker home an' turned up at his door one day."

Tristan: "And how long did you know him before you did that?"

Ronan: "Couple weeks."

Tristan: "I met Jeremiah a few days ago, we're not there yet. Even if we were, I don't have whatever gene you have that just lets you do shit like that and have it actually work."

Ronan: "You mean confidence."

Tristan: "Call it what you like. I ain't got it. When I have managed to scrape some together, it's ended pretty badly."

Ronan: "You were pretty confident an' bold with Luke. If Luke hadn't been with Fletcher you guys would so be together... maybe you should ask him, then?"

Tristan: "Yeah, and that ended so well, didn't it?" He gave Ronan another look. "How can you possibly suggest I ask Luke anything even remotely related to my love life?"

Ronan: "D'you even know who Luke is? Ain't like he'll judge you or be uncomfortable. Fuckin' pray before bed an' he'll come t'you an' guide you to the light."

Tristan: "No. Abso-fucking-lutely not."

Ronan: "You won't let anyone help you an' you won't let anyone into your heart."

Tristan: "The last time I wanted to, Luke happened. I'm not even going to try to understand why you set me up with him, Ro, but it fucking hurt me."

Ronan: ... Oh.

So he was the one to blame for this.

"Fuck, Tris..." he rubbed his cheek. "I'm sorry. But that was my bad. That was me. That wasn't Luke an' it wasn't you. I'm the one that fucked up there, it wasn't 'cause you were confident an' it wasn't anythin' you did. You did nothin' wrong. Don't let that fuck with you."

Tristan: Tristan gave a long sigh. He would've much preferred to keep that little tidbit of information buried deeply enough to take to his grave, but now that it was out there the last thing he wanted was to make Ronan feel bad.

"It's fine, renaissance man," he said softly, squeezing Ronan's hand again. "I was single long before that ever happened. You're not responsible for that or for my lack of confidence."

Ronan: "But I know what happened on that first date. Luke told me you... guys kissed. C'mon. That's confidence."

Tristan: He winced. Another thing he'd been planning on taking to his grave.

"I'd once again like to point out how that ended."

Ronan: "You didn't get rejected."

Tristan: "Last time I checked I kind of did."

Ronan: "Did he pull away? Did he slap you? Did he cringe? No. What stopped him was Fletcher, not you."

Tristan: "Rejection is rejection no matter how you look at it. He didn't stop me only because he was stunned, and that isn't me assuming I saw the look on his face."

Ronan: "He told me he was flattered."

Tristan: "That's what nice people say when they reject someone."

Ronan: "Ugh, Tris! You're fuckin' beautiful an' hot an' all manly an' shit! An' you're nice! You're a fuckin' rare cunt these days an' you're sittin' here single an' not even playin' the field. It's a crime against society! If I was single I'd jump on you! Fuck."

Tristan: "I have played the field! How many terrible dates have I told you about in the last year alone?"

Ronan: "Sometimes you jus' need t'fuck. No dates. No strings."

Tristan: "I can't do that, Ronan. I'm not wired that way."

Tristan: "Nope, unrecoverable. Like the Titanic."

Ronan: "I'm pretty sure they dug that out."

Tristan: Tristan just shook his head. "Terribly, terribly sorry. The visit to my mom's will just have to count without them."

Ronan: Ronan started laughing. "Fuck- sorry - I jus' remembered what the pictures looked like... F-fuck-" Now he's laughing even harder.

Tristan: "RONAN!"

Ronan: Oof - that shut him up.

Tristan: "This is why I destroyed those pictures!"

Ronan: "Jesus, Tristan. You need t'chill out. This is why I push you gettin' laid so much, you've got way too much pent up aggression in you." He picked up his bottle of beer and stood. "It's jus' a joke an' you were a fuckin' kid, nobody actually cares about it. You should be fuckin' grateful that you still get t'see pictures from when you were a kid, I don't even remember what my da' or ma' looked like."

Tristan: "I care about it! And I don't have any pent up aggression! My mother can show everyone all the pictures she likes except for those which for some reason are the ones she takes the most delight in showing despite my asking her not to!"

Tristan sighed. "Ro, wait." His voice softened considerably as he stood to stop Ronan. "I'm sorry."

Ronan: "It's cool. I'm used to it, jus' chill out. You're prob'ly all tired an' shit from workin' an' bein' in pain. Go home an' sleep it off."

Tristan: "Me being tired isn't an excuse for upsetting you, and I'm sorry I did."

Ronan: "Whatever, dude. Go home." He pulled money out of his pocket and threw it onto the table. He didn't really check how much it was but it was probably a lot more than the bill would end up being.

Tristan: "Ronan, wait." He was really batting a thousand this week, wasn't he? Tearing out his stitches for the third time would've been better than hurting his best friend.

"This isn't about me sleeping with someone or going after Jeremiah. It's about me getting my back up when I feel exposed. This is about my own shit and the last thing I ever want is to take it out on you. I know you'd give anything to have that piece of your life back and I wish to god I could give it to you. I'm sorry you don't have it, Ro."

Ronan: "It's fine..." He groaned. "Tris... you should enjoy it while you have it. Embarrassin' you is literally what fam'ly is for. When it's gone you're gonna miss it, brother. Take your head outta your arse an' stop bein' so proud."

Tristan: "I know. I try not to think about it." He was scared to which....seemed to be a pattern with him. "Hey. C'mere."

Ronan: He squints. "What?"

Tristan: Tristan simply held out his arms.

Ronan: "You gonna snap me in half with your big sailor man arms?"

Tristan: "I was thinking about giving you a loving, gentle squeeze. Thoughts?"

Ronan: "Lovin' an' gentle... wouldn't use those words t'describe you right now." And yet, he was wrapping his arms around Tristan's waist.

Tristan: "Yeah, I bet you wouldn't." Maybe that's why he made extra sure not to hold Ronan too tightly as he hugged him.

Ronan: "Stupid mermaid..." Ronan mumbled against Tristan's chest.

Tristan: "Eternally patient reaper."

Ronan: He scoffed. "Yeah, right."

Tristan: "I'm living proof."

Ronan: He laughed, "Fuck you're right. Two years ago I would've thrown my beer on you an' stolen your pizza an' phone an' punched you in the face."

Tristan: "Why my phone?"

Ronan: "T'stress you out. I'd jus' sell it."

Tristan: "Oh, sure. Resourceful." He kissed the top of Ronan's head. "I would've deserved all of it."

Ronan: "True, but Matheus made me nice or suttin'." He pulled away and smiled up at him.

Tristan: Tristan smiled back. "He did. I love the fuck out of you, you know that, renaissance man?"

Ronan: "Oh really? You about to tell me you ain't into Jeremiah 'cause you want me instead?"

Tristan: "Definitely. Every time we're apart I cry and cry and cry. It's a hell of a sight."

Ronan: "Well I'm a happily married man!" He said, doing his best to mimic Tristan's accent, "Save your tears for someone who deserves them!"

Tristan: Tristan laughed. "Accent's getting better. Been practicing?"

Ronan: "I've been fuckin' hearin' it in my sleep, it's bullshit."

Tristan: Cue another laugh.

Ronan: "I hope you know I'm gonna take my money back an' you can pay. I'm a poor student."

Tristan: "Paid before you got here."

Ronan: "How?"

Tristan: "Paid at the counter when I ordered the pizza and started a drink tab."

Ronan: "Fuckin'..." Well, then. He sat down and collected his food.

Tristan: Tristan smiled and followed suit. "Gotta do my part to feed the starving students of America."

Ronan: "Y'know I see some kids an' I ain't even sure how they're alive the shit they eat an' drink. I only went t'one of those frat parties an' I ended up breakin' someone's arm 'cause they were so wired on what they drank."

Tristan: "Sheer power of will. They're running on cheap, gross beer, caffeine pills, and zero sleep."

Ronan: "You would know?"

Tristan: "I went to a couple of those parties. Saw some shit."

Ronan: "Yeah?" He laughed. "Sounds like you've been t'war."

Tristan: "More like I was an observer at a human zoo."

Ronan: "Who'd you go with?"

Tristan: "A few of my classmates."

Ronan: "Huh... what did you study, again?"

Tristan: "Business finance."

Ronan: "Really put that one t'good use, huh?"

Tristan: Tristan nodded. "Sure did. My business is booming."

Ronan: "Yeah? How many fishes slap you in the face this week?"

Tristan: "Zero."

Ronan: "Damn, then you're right - you're goin' up in the world!"

Tristan: He laughed. "My investor seems happy so I guess I am."

Ronan: "Who's your investor? I'll convince him t'give you more money!" He seemed genuinely determined to do this... because he was.

Tristan: "This huge Icelandic dude. Doesn't live in Edenton. I send him a thank you gift every year since he's invested. This past Christmas it was a sea glass mobile and year before that it was a hermit crab."

Ronan: "... A real hermit crab?"

Tristan: "Yep."

Ronan: "That's weird bro-WHERE'S MINE?"

Tristan: "I didn't know you wanted one!" he chuckled.

Ronan: "Have you seen my pets??"

Tristan: "You do have unique pets. How are they, by the way?"

Ronan: "Cute as fuck, obviously." Duh "What do investors get, anyway? I wanna invest in you."

Tristan: "Share of my profit at the end of my fiscal year. You seriously wanna invest in my fishing business?"

Ronan: "Fuck yeah I do. How much? How does it work?"

Tristan: "Well he literally just offered me a check, so however much you want."

Ronan: "Is it a monthly thing? So, like... Five thousand sound good? Or is it normally more?"

Tristan: "Yearly. Five thousand is more than okay considering you don't have to do this."

Ronan: "Yearly? Five thousand? That doesn't fuckin' cover anythin', jus' double that an' we'll see."

Tristan: "Five thousand catches a lot of fish."

Ronan: "Does it? How many we talkin'?"

Tristan: "A shit ton."

Ronan: "You're real good with numbers. Want me t'be your accountant, too?"

Tristan: He grinned. "Hard to give you a ballpark, depends what the ocean wants to do."

Ronan: "So what exactly am I investin' in?? A mystery?"

Tristan: "Equipment mostly, and equipment repair. Stuff gets worn or needs to be replaced regularly and when it does it doesn't perform as efficiently."

Ronan: "So I'm payin' for you t'break shit?"

Tristan: "Replace the shit that gets damaged in the course of my work. Icelandic dude's money gets put into the ship."

Ronan: "Is Icelandic dude hot?"

Tristan: "Yeah."

Ronan: Ronan smiled. You know what I'm thinking, don't you?

Tristan: Yes he did. "He's straight. Confirmed. Engaged to be wed."

Ronan: Ew. Ronan cringed. "Jus' your luck, huh?"

Tristan: "Ah, it's for the best. I'm happy to take his investment."

Ronan: "Real sugar baby, ain't ya?"

Tristan: "Yes. That's totally what I am at my nearly forty years of age."

Ronan: Ronan giggled. "Fuck I forget how old you are."

Tristan: "I forget how old you are, too."

Ronan: "... I do too, ugh."

Tristan: "Look at us. Couple of old, old men."

Ronan: "Don't make me cry..."

Tristan: "Look at us. Couple of young, virile men."

Ronan: "I'm gonna kill you," he laughed.

Tristan: "I love you, too, renaissance man," Tristan said with a grin.

Ronan: "Yeah, yeah. I love you too, mermaid."

#Sunshine Birthday Boy thread #mournus #tristanseger

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