#though it's probably just all part of the game. needs to keep us low enough that we don't get too strong n start gettin ideas.

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

I wonder if I'm makin things better or worse for the collective bein like this. On one hand I'm not happy or makin any progress towards it, but...I can't rly even imagine that. I can't imagine a life without him. It's not that I don't want it, on some level I know it'd be better for me, but...I can't even dream about it cause I just can't imagine it at all.

On the other hand I make a great decoy. He's basically dropped all interest in Angel cause now he knows I'm the one who still wants him n loves him n can't exist without him. So at least one of us will make it out this time, I think.

[mummydommythe3rd]

BLACKMAILED PART 3/3

*From the perspective of your step-mom*

I didn't understand at first. After just over ten full years of being the happiest, most contented little babygirl, she suddenly wanted to grow up with a feverish desperation.

As her mommy I'd always do what she needed to be happy. Luckily we were taking it slow. My daughter made a very good case for raising you up through all the growth stages, along with all the proper props. You'd requested that we stop the hormones and begin potty training. You'd even asked me to start using male pronouns, which I did...but in my head she/her were still the default pronouns. With time though I'd get used to he/him.

I looked down at you as you hid your face in your hands, straining to make even the smallest dribble. Your sopping pullups sat around your ankles, evidence of the uncontrollable bladder that always produced enough urine to overfill your pullups and soak your sheets. As the price for sitting on the potty you were wearing your 'potty princess' tiara.

"Nothing, honey?" I asked innocently.

"I'm trying!" You whined in the high pitched voice we'd gotten for your birthday a few years ago.

I sighed tired of watching my 'potty princess'.

"Well you just keep trying. I'm going to go to the kitchen and get dinner ready." I said.

Once I got to the kitchen I called my daughter. She always seemed to know how to treat you.

"Hi Mom! What's up? How's my baby sis- I mean bro?"

"Funny you should mention it. She's-I mean he's perched on his potty, wet pullups on the ground, sheets in the wash, and not a single drop in the potty. Just the latest in many many accidents."

"well you knew it would take time."

"But it's been three months! With zero improvement! Day and night accidents!"

"Pooping too?"

"Not always. Sometimes he's constipated, then I have to use laxatives that he definitely can't hold!"

There was silence on the other line, and I knew she was thinking.

"I just had a thought." She said.

"Yes?" I prompted.

"You remember how strong his humiliation kink was? How excited he was in his cage, despite begging to be a babygirl?"

"Of course!"

"What if he's just not being humiliated enough to be happy, what if he's just grown accustomed to his life?"

"You mean he'd rather try to go back to his old life than just live as an unaroused baby?"

"Not quite! I think he's pushing you and hoping for a response. It's no longer any fun to WANT to be babied. Maybe he wants to be FORCED to be a baby!"

I was silent for a moment. Could that be true?

"I think you're right, but how would I know? It's not like I can tell if he likes it by his clitty-i mean penis!" I exclaimed.

"Still the size of a thimble and permanently flaccid?"

"Yup. Scrotum the size of a small walnut too. Stopping hormones isn't having much of an effect there."

More silence. I could hear the gears turning in her mind.

"Well, if you truly wanted to be a man, and were one, would you let a spanking stop you? No matter how severe?"

"No?"

"Of course not! I bet if you paddle her till she's crying, then keep asking if she's a boy, or wants to do potty training, and give her more spanks for the wrong answers, you'll soon get the truth from her!"

"You think so?

"I know it! Just don't show any mercy! Once you have the confession, that's all the evidence you need to keep her as a babygirl forever!"

"Okay, I'll give it a shot."

She giggled. "This is a new chapter in your relationship. She'll probably start acting up on purpose and rebelling just fir the thrill of getting put into place via paddling."

"Well, if that's the new game she wants to play, I'll be more than happy to oblige." I said.

***Meanwhile in the Nursery***

I sat on the hateful little potty in a low squat. Soon I'd be out of these pullups...as soon as I could figure out my body again. An entire decade of the babygirl life had atrophied all my muscles, but none more than those that controlled my continence.

I closed my eyes. I had a vague memory of standing at a urinal and flexing a muscle inside me that forced the last few drops out in a few strong pulses...but my body seemed to have forgotten how to activate it. I tried every way to activate it, but felt nothing at all.

I looked at the cold smelly pull-up. At least I wasn't in diapers...but this wasn't much better.

I worried that if I didn't start showing improvement I'd be back into diapers. Mommy had been looking so frustrated lately. Mommy... Jesus, what had I been turned into? Beating the habit of calling her Mommy was going to be tough.

I felt my little hole start to open. No! I needed to be able to choose when i made poopies myself!

I tried to clamp down and hold it in, just for a second, but it had been too long! Most of the time i tried to flex any muscles back there it only made the poopies come out faster and harder, like all the nerves were switched up and tangled. After years of only straining and pushing, it seemed like tgat was all I could manage anymore.

I whimpered as i failed to hold it back. It fell into the bowl with a little splash, like it had fallen into a shallow puddle!

I lifted up my dress and peeked between my legs, past the useless little lump that I hoped would someday be a penis again. I'd peed?! When?! I hadn’t even been trying! I hadn't felt anything! Somehow, even though I'd used the potty for the first time in forever, the victory was hollow. It was just a coincidence.

I looked around for the toilet paper. Mommy must have accidentally taken it with her.

I wiped away the tears forming in my eyes. I was NOT going to be seen crying on this stupid little potty. I'd regain control. Someday. Somehow.

"MOMMY! CAN YOU BRING ME TOILET PAPER!" I called, wincing as I realized afterward that I'd just called her Mommy.

She appeared in the doorway. Something about her smile seemed wrong... In one hand she held some wipes, in the other hand...

"M-Mommy, um, w-why do you have the paddle?"

[danieyells]

If you could, could you post Alan’s lines? I like him but he’s so stone cold at low affinity it’s hard to sus out his personality

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ANON AND @otomelover23 so many things got in the way. . .mostly myself lol. . . .

Honestly that stone coldness is a big part of his personality. He's not great at expressing himself and he's very to the point. But as his affinity goes up, he's more. . .concerned for you. And he wants you around more, trusting himself to have you around more.

I posted all of them again this time! A lot of his have similar energy because of his stiffness, so I feel like being able to see them all helps to idk see the gradual change i think.

Default:

"Get your things. We're going."

"...What do you want?"

"Don't get involved with me."

"I'm going out. You guys get back to work."

"Get back. It's dangerous."

"Slack off once, and you'll find out how hard it is to get back in the game."

You've got mail:

"Some letters here for you."

Affinity 1:

"Oh, you're awake."

Affinity 2:

"I don't eat in the cafeteria. Portions aren't big enough. That's the only reason."

don't feel awkward in there or like people find you too intimidating to be near or anything? aren't worried about seeing Dante? if you say so.

Affinity 3:

"My wallet? Yeah, it's pretty beat up. Can't bring myself to chuck it though. Got some good memories with it."

reminds me of my brother, who kept our dad's old wallet. It's basically in tatters, held together by rubber bands, but sometimes what you have is what you have. . . .

Affinity 4:

"I'm going to the Pit. You should go back to your house, {PC}."

he doesn't want you to see him punch a man into oblivion.

Affinity 5:

"That sounds like a bike engine, but it's not one I know. ...Be right back."

INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT much like Tohma he's probably pretty security conscious. Maybe he's more security conscious because Tohma isn't around. Or maybe he's not used to how Bonnie sounds yet.

Affinity 6:

"Was that class really revision...? I didn't think I missed that many..."

my boy is not book smart, he is fist smart and maybe street smart. please study with him. he needs flash cards. pretty sure the only reason he's passed any grade is because he goes on plenty of missions.

Affinity 7:

"Lunch? Huh. I forgot to eat. Guess I'll just grill some meat and have it with rice and miso soup. That's my go-to."

y'know what i'm glad someone here eats proper meals. even if you forget at least you're eating eventually!!!

Affinity 8:

"One of the Vagastrom guys asked me to add him on WickChat... Do you know how to do that?"

Affinity 9:

"I don't want to get anyone mixed up in my life."

He looks sad when he says this. . .he's really worried about how being close to him will affect others huh.

Affinity 10:

"Better sleep. Got an early day tomorrow."

Affinity 11:

"497... 498... 499... 500... Phew..."

don't mind pc they're just gonna watch you do 500 sit-ups/push-ups/pull-ups/whatever. . .no no they don't mind the sweat at all please continue--

Affinity 12:

"Bandana seems to disappear right around this time every day lately... What's he doing?"

this chat's between 11am and 4pm. . .pretty sure Sho would be busy with the food truck around that point. . .does Alan not know Sho runs a business lmao. . .I mean I guess Alan doesn't go into the more populous parts of Darkwick much.

Affinity 13:

"The first-years've each got their own strengths. Both can do stuff I can't."

Affinity 14:

"Bandana's got potential. He's quick, and he's strong. Rest comes down to motivation."

I think Sho's motivated, just motivated to do his own thing. Although I'm sure he'll develop more interest in the world and actions of the Institute and anomalies eventually. . .maybe. Or maybe Hyde's interest will keep him away lol.

Affinity 15:

"I'm heading out. Mission. Make sure you go to class. ...I'll let you know when I'm back."

alright mom i'll go to class gosh. does this feel like a headpat or forehead kiss line to anyone else? he just doesn't want you to worry about him. He knows he's doing something dangerous. But he promises he'll come home. He won't be reckless because you're waiting. Maybe I'm reading too much into it lol.

Affinity 16:

"Where am I...? Guess I should tell them I'm gonna be late. WickChat was this picture, wasn't it...?"

poor boy is so lost lmao please help him get where he needs to go. . .how does this man go on hikes in the mountains and shit. . . .

Affinity 17:

"You're still awake? Don't stay up too late."

Affinity 18:

"Oh, didn't see you there. I'm heading out for a run, but... Could you wait here for me?"

He wants to spend time with you, so please be waiting when he comes back. . . .

Affinity 19:

"I pat people on the head a lot? Didn't notice. I'm doing it again? ...Sorry."

IT'S HARD NOT TO WHEN PEOPLE ARE SO MUCH SHORTER THAN YOU also that wasn't a complaint please give them lots of pats :'3

Affinity 20:

"I'm taking some of the Vagastrom guys to the mountains today. ...You want to come too?"

CAMPING TRIP WITH DA BOIS!!!!!

Affinity 21:

"This one's all fixed up. I'm gonna take a shower. Wait there."

there like in the shower or--(he uses そこ which refers to someplace near the listener, so he just means 'where you're sitting' but still.)

Affinity 22:

"{PC}. Got time after this? A friend of mine gave me some fresh boar meat."

He wants to cook for you! He cooks in a very wilderness style, but still! He wants to share his bounty! He's showing you he can be a good provider. No, he didn't hunt it himself but good community connections are also important!

Affinity 23:

"You're you, not someone else. You're doing a good job. Hold your head high."

he doesn't want you to fall into a cycle of self-loathing or of trying to be anyone but yourself. Maybe what others do feels more impressive to you, but you aren't them and you can't compare yourself to them. Even if you're 'weak' in one way or another, you have your own worth in other ways. So be proud of yourself, instead of trying to get the pride of somebody else. I think he really cares about your mental wellbeing and he doesn't want you to lose yourself. Because he's lost himself--and he doesn't want that for you. Don't wallow in self-pity, don't agonize over the past. Be proud of how far you've come and walk your own path.

Affinity 24:

"Can't sleep? ...I'll take you for a drive. Quick run should help you reset."

Imagine falling asleep in his car and he has to figure out. . .does he wake you up, does he carry you somewhere. . .he could bring you back to your place but he doesn't know how to get there so. . .you wake up in his room, in his bed. . .does he have the understanding that "you probably shouldn't sleep in the same bed as somebody without them okaying it first" and he sets up his tent and sleeps in it or uses his sleeping bag or sleeps somewhere else in the dorm or maybe in his car. . .frankly even if he doesn't he'd be afraid of hurting you in his sleep. There's no way he'd sleep in the same bed as you. Maybe lie awake in there with you or something. But he'd be too scared of what harm he could cause to fall asleep.

Affinity 25(max):

"I'm lucky I've got you, {PC}. As long as you're with me, I feel like I won't lose sight of who I am."

HE SMILES WHEN HE SAYS THIS. 99% of his lines have his usual expression, but this one he really smiles and that's how you know how much he appreciates you. I feel like he kind of gave up on himself--he's a big, dangerous brute, he's not someone worth getting close to, it's dangerous to even want to. . .but you make him feel like maybe he has a chance again. You make him look in the mirror and see someone he hasn't seen in a long time, and he realizes that person is himself and he would have never seen the version of him who isn't dirtied with blood again without you.

Spring:

"Don't get lax just 'cause it's warm out. Stay focused."

"... Good camping weather."

"Oh, it's you. Must've dozed off. Better get back to work."

BABY IF YOU NEED A NAP JUST TAKE A NAP. . . .

"The cherry blossom illuminations? ...That kind of thing's not for me."

Summer:

"It's getting hot out. Make sure you stay hydrated."

"Looks like we've got another mission order. There's more anomalies out there in summer."

"The Pit's getting noisy. Those guys better not be pulling stupid shit again..."

LET LEO PLAY MUSIC IN THE PIT HE MISSES GOING TO THE CLUB.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you again... I was just going for a jog. Didn't think you'd be round this corner."

Alan turning a corner and slamming straight into you and being shocked aw--

Autumn:

"Good season for a workout. Want to join me?"

"...Maybe I'll go check out the fall leaves."

"The days are getting shorter. You should get home before it gets dark."

"...Long nights make me think about stuff I'd rather forget."

he killed dante in the autumn or winter. noted.

Winter:

"Cold out in the mornings lately. Guess I'll warm up with a coffee."

"The first-years ditched... What do they mean, "too cold"?"

"As long as you got some muscle, you can handle the cold."

i handle the cold well because i'm fat, myself. my brother, who's plenty muscular, gets cold much easier than i do U:

"It's freezing... Guess I'll break out the kerosene heater. Gotta make sure you ventilate if you use it indoors, but it works real fast. Can't do without it in winter."

His birthday:

"Whose birthday? ...Mine? Oh... Forgot all about it. ...Thanks."

Your birthday:

"Today's your birthday, yeah? ... Get your stuff. I'll take you for a drive."

New Years:

"You helped us out a lot last year. Hope you'll stick around."

Valentine's Day:

"This chocolate's for me? Do everything proper, don't you? Thanks. I appreciate it."

HE SMILED AGAIN. I wonder if he's ever been given valentine's chocolate before. Even if he thinks it's just out of obligation, I think he must be really happy. . . .

White Day:

"White Day's when you repay people for what they got you on Valentine's Day, right? Sorry if these aren't your thing... Didn't really know what you like..."

. . .my first thought was that i read that sometimes lingerie is given as a white day return present. . .and i just imagined that Alan asked what he was supposed to do if he liked the person he got a valentine's day gift from on valentine's and Leo saw an opportunity for chaos and said to get them some sexy white underwear and Alan just. . .believed him. And it's a very embarrassing moment for everyone involved. pc absolutely wears them when alan asks them out for things tho. waiting for the day alan finds out they're wearing it.

April Fool's Day:

"I'm actually a dog. Woof. ...Sorry, that was a lie. Forget I said anything."

he's a little confused but he's got the spirit.

Halloween:

"Saw an anomaly I'd never seen before just now. Ran away when I tried to stop it. That's when I realized it was a human."

i would not be surprised if his upbringing was sheltered and he just did not know about halloween to begin with haha

Christmas:

"...You should spend Christmas with family."

Well everyone's stuck at Darkwick so that's not likely to happen. Also don't tell that to Sho. . .but we can be family now! And spend Christmas together!

Idle:

"...You okay?"

"...You seem busy. Let me know if you need anything."

Absent:

"...You came back. You look all right. We're gonna need you for the next mission."

SO YOU SEE HE'S A LOT KINDER AND SWEETER WHEN HIS AFFINITY GETS UP THERE. . .BUT HE'S STILL COLD. BECAUSE HE'S AFRAID. . .but you make him feel more comfortable. You help him feel less like a destructive monster and more like a person. Where he pushed you away before, he keeps you closer now. Still a little at arm's distance but much closer than before. I HOPE THIS HELPED YOU SEE MORE OF HIS PERSONALITY, ANON o/

[solradguy]

What’s been the most fun and/or challenging part of working on the wiki? Also is there anything that still needs to be worked on that other people can help with?

THE CODE KILLED ME. So the wiki has a template that automagically puts this cool little Wikipedia help thingy next to Japanese text (the "?" on the end) in infoboxes and by command in text using some {{wiggly boys}} code:

And we wanted to try to get the Korean stuff on the wiki too because it's the second most officially supported language behind English and there's a bunch of cool exclusive Korean GG stuff no one's ever documented before. But there wasn't a module like this to help out with Korean text like there is for Japanese text.

I put one together based on the Japanese template's code and it was a nightmare. I was fighting for my life in the template trenches. It works though!! I did get it after a while!!

Mostly.

Shoutout to the Final Fantasy Wiki for the original JP template code and to the Dragon Blaze Wiki for seemingly being the only other English language wiki out there that cares about Korean text lol I don't know anything about Korean writing beyond super basic stuff (like what "hangul" is) so I had to do research into that alongside trying to learn wiki code.

The most fun part was probably getting GG World together, honestly. We couldn't believe that no one had actually transcribed those anywhere online before. Well, there was a file compiled by Lux for Revelator, but we wanted to transcribe these as-presented in the games and we couldn't use Lux's file since the goofy typos and some lore oopsies had been edited haha

Toxic and Elk have hauled ass getting those entries ripped and added. Major shoutout to them. I got the base layouts together and they went to town lol It's so cool seeing it all together now. We even started getting the official languages besides English and Korean added for Strive too.

As for what someone could do to help........ There's.... a lot...... Of the 4,532 image files currently on the wiki, only a very small handful of them were organized into categories when we forked. Here's the page of all the files currently not in a category: https://guiltygear.wiki.gg/wiki/Special:UncategorizedFiles

And all of the image categories they need to be sorted into. Note the subcategories under some of them: https://guiltygear.wiki.gg/wiki/Category:Images

I think I made the correct amount of categories for stuff but there may be one missing here or there. There were a lot and it was hard keeping track of them lol Feel free to holler at me on here or on my talk page over on the wiki if you need something made. I'm solradguy on the wiki.

These major character pages are also either entirely lacking citations or only have maybe 1 or 2 on the entire page (bad!!): Johnny, Chipp, Kliff, Baiken, Venom, Jam, Robo-Ky, Slayer, Sin, Izuna, Dr. Paradigm, Valentine, Bedman?, Answer, Haehyun, Elphelt, Giovanna, Happy Chaos, Asuka R♯

Swapping out the vague "GG World" citations on the wiki with the correct entry would be very helpful too. Like some pages will cite something and it just says "GG World" instead of " 'Axl Low' Xrd Rev2 GG World entry" or whatever relevant entry is needed.

If you know Korean, we also need to have the romaja added for the GG World entries. None of us knows Korean well enough to do that so not a single one has it filled in lol.... We were planning on using Revised Romanization of Korean since it's the official South Korean romanization system but if there's one that's more commonly used/accepted that's cool too (like how Hepburn is used for Japanese more often than the official Kunrei-shiki romanization)

[kittycatlukey]

“Let’s Keep This Between Us”

Note: Leon is your older brother’s best friend.

Leon Kennedy x Female Reader

Part 1 of 1

Tagging @alewesker ❤️

TW: Mentions of death, alcohol usage, language, NSFW situations (smut)‼️

You had walked into your older brother’s house to visit like you did every Friday after work. You were an RN that worked five days a week. Every Friday, you, your brother Parker, and his best friend Leon Kennedy would spend the evening at your sibling’s house, drinking, playing pool, video games, going swimming, watching baseball and whatnot. It was a great way to spend time with the two people that you cared most about in the world and helped you wind down after a long work week of saving patients.

Both your parents had died seven years ago in a car accident that was caused by a drunk driver. Even though when it happened you and your brother were considered young adults, you both were young and lost. But Leon helped you two along the way, never leaving you or your brother’s side. He was like family. Leon was your brother’s best friend since kindergarten, and that never changed. So you all have known each other your whole lives.

Shutting the front door and kicking off your shoes, leaving them by the front door, you heard a shout that belonged to Parker sounding from the living room.

“Ah shit! Grand slam by fucking Mike Trout!” He yelled in frustration, gripping his beer bottle tightly, his knuckles turning white. “The Reds are better than that! We’re down by THREE runs?! How the hell did that happen?!”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, your headache slowly beginning to worsen, “Shut up, Parker. I love the Reds, but right now I don’t care. I’ve already had a rough fucking day. That’s enough of your damn screaming.” The living room could be seen upon entering the house. You could see Leon and Parker sitting beside each other watching the baseball game.

“What happened, Y/N?” Leon’s head turned around to look at you, asking with concern. “Are you okay?” He immediately stood up from the leather couch and made his way to you, worry evident in his icy blue orbs.

“You good, lil sis?” Parker questioned from the couch, his attention instantly focusing on you.

“I’m fine, but one of my patients wasn’t. He was just a kid. He… coded. The poor kid survived… barely. I— I had to do CPR until a few other nurses and doctors came in to help me. But we saved him.” You paused at some parts, tears threatening to fall down your face.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Come here.” Leon spoke gently, enveloping you in a comforting, warm hug.

As your arms were wrapped around his abdomen, his arms were wrapped around your waist, the smell of him instantly traveling to your nose. Leon’s familiar, masculine cologne always seemed to soothe you. The tears were stinging your eyes but eventually went away. It was weird the calming effect Leon had on you, but it worked.

“You saved that kid, Y/N. I’m proud of you. I know that wasn’t easy to do.” Leon stated confidently, his low voice close to your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“Thank you, Leon… For always being here for me… Reassuring me. You’re a good friend.” You thanked him with a small smile after pulling away.

Leon’s pretty white teeth were formed in a bright smile as he spoke to you. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Y/N. I want to be there for you and Parker anytime you need me. You and him have always been there for me too.”

“Yeah, I agree with Leon.” Parker added, patting you on the back. “You’re a really good nurse, lil sis. That kid was lucky to have you there… It sounds like you need something to take your mind off of things. And I know just the thing. Wait here… I’ll be back with some stronger shit.” Parker slapped your arm playfully before he slipped on his shoes and car keys, leaving you and Leon alone.

“Wonder what your brother has in mind.” Leon laughed, shaking his head, resulting in his brown hair swaying cutely.

“No idea. But it’s probably not good.” You smirked while rolling your eyes. “My headache is slowly becoming worse. A few beers would’ve helped. I need something— anything— to take my mind off it. Right now. I can’t wait for him to get back. You got anymore beers left? I need to get drunk asap.” You rubbed your temples with your eyes closed, attempting to ease the throbbing pain.

“I have something in mind.” Leon spoke lowly, something foreign in his voice.

At his words, your eyes snapped open. The way his words left his mouth seductively, along with the huskiness of his voice. And all you could think was “Is he flirting with me?” You gulped at his sudden straightforwardness. It was odd. He had never spoken to you in that way before. And you’d be embarrassed to admit that it kind of turned you on. But then you wondered if it was all the alcohol talking.

“Leon, you’re just drunk. You’re not thinking clearly. We can watch the game until Parker comes back.” You tried to avoid his ocean eyes as you took his large hand in yours and led him to the living room to watch the Reds v. Angels game.

Leon chuckled at you. “No, I’m not drunk. I haven’t drank anything. I’m completely sober.” He admitted.

You raised an eyebrow realizing he was telling the truth. He wasn’t swaying or stumbling when he walked and he wasn’t slurring over his words. “Okay. So what’re you talking about?”

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, beautiful.” Leon said, his voice deep as he placed his hands on your hips.

“Leon, what’s gotten into you?” You questioned, a slight blush on your cheeks while your heart fluttered. “Are— are you…”

“Shhh. Let me make you feel good.” Leon grazed his lips over the side of your neck as you tensed up in anxiousness. “I’ve liked you for a really long time, Y/N. I think it’s about time you know.”

You gulped once again at his words. “Y-You have?”

Leon smirked against your neck, “Mmhmm. Let’s keep this between us. For now at least. I don’t want Parker to murder me.”

You nodded in response, knowing you wouldn’t be able to form a coherent answer. You had a crush on Leon for a long long time, and you never knew that he knew. You didn’t tell him and you didn’t tell your brother either. So you had no idea how he knew. You guessed you weren’t so subtle with your actions and the way you looked at him. But at that moment, that was at the back of your mind. All you wanted was Leon’s lips on yours.

You wondered where this newfound confidence had came from as you placed your hands on his cheeks and led his lips to yours. The kiss started off slow, passionate, and sweet, causing butterflies in your stomach. The way you felt at that moment was like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Your past relationships have never given you this feeling before, and you believe that nobody could compare to the man in front of you.

As your lips moved in sync, Leon’s hands roamed your body. His hands were first on your cheeks but went down to your shoulders, then traveled to your chest, next to your waist, then your hips, then he started squeezing your ass. You squealed when he made contact with your bottom, causing him to chuckle in the kiss. Your tongues fought for dominance and his won before he pulled away reluctantly. Leon’s hands then went to the back of your thighs.

“Jump.”

You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist as he secured you. Both of his hands lifting you up by your thighs. Your lips were on each other’s again while he carried you to the couch, laying you on your back. Leon was on top of you as his lips moved from your lips to your necks, leaving bruises behind.

“Way to go for being subtle.” You joked as he continued leaving hot, wet kisses on your neck, leaving behind hickeys already beginning to form.

“I can’t help myself, Y/N. Plus, Parker will be too drunk to notice.” Leon smiled slyly before taking off his shirt, showing off his muscular upper body.

“Damn. I could never get tired of seeing that.” You but your bottom lip, gazing at his body lustfully.

Leon grinned at that while he took his pants off throwing it across the room. “This body’s all yours… Now it’s your turn, princess.” He helped you take your scrubs off, along with your undergarments. And then you were completely at his mercy. “I could never get tired of seeing you like this. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

His words made you blush. “Leon, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” Leon asked, making sure you actually wanted him.

You nodded in response, “Yes, Leon. I need you.”

Leon’s eyes had darkened immediately at your words. “Your wish is my command.” He began to tug his boxers off, his dick springing out from the confined fabric.

He was bigger and thicker than you would’ve thought. Leon’s boxers were on the ground before you knew it. It was red and standing tall, intimidating you. It was definitely the largest you had been with. You wondered if it would even fit inside you.

“Hey, if you don’t want me, I understand.” Leon said, worry filling his eyes. His darker than normal orbs were boring into yours. “You can stop me right now. Anytime.”

“No. No. That’s the last thing I’d want… Leon, I want you so bad.” You admitted, almost pleadingly. “Do you want me?” You asked, worried about his answer.

“Of course I do.”

“What are you waiting on?” You questioned, and without any warning, his thumb went to your clit and you gasped at his touch. Leon was rubbing your bud in circular motions and you felt like you were on cloud nine already. And he inserted his middle finger, then his ring finger, following his index finger. “Oh fuck, Leon.” You moaned over and over again at his expertise.

“You’re so wet. All for me.” He continued to keep a quick pace with his skillful digits. And pretty soon, you came hard on his fingers. He rode out your high and pulled his digits out, licking and sucking his fingers clean. “Goddamn, you taste divine.”

And with that, Leon kissed you passionately, making you taste yourself. Once he pulled away, he jerked himself off a few times, leaking pre-cum on your stomach. “You ready, baby?”

You nodded, unsure if you’d be able to form any coherent words. He once again left you speechless.

With no hesitation, he entered you, and all you could see were stars. Leon grabbed your legs and laid them atop his shoulders so he had better access to you. Your eyes rolled back into your head in pleasure. “Leon, oh my god.”

“Love to fill you up.” He murmured as he first started at a slow pace and worked his way faster, making sure not to hurt you and to make sure your comfort and pleasure was at its peak. “Shit, you feel so good around my cock.”

Leon rammed into you over and over again as you moved your hips along with his. And soon ecstasy overcame you once again. You came harder than you ever came before and all you could see was white as your pussy convulsed around him. He grunted in pure bliss. You cumming on his cock made him cum deep inside you. And when he pulled out, some of his seed tried escaping but he shoved it all back inside you with his fingers.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, Y/N.” Leon groaned, as he laid on top of you, kissing your sweaty forehead. He was sweaty as well because his hair was sticking to his forehead and cheeks. “I’ve wanted to do this with you for so long.”

“So have I.” You told him truthfully as you raked your finger through his hair.

Time must’ve gotten away from the two of you because you heard the front door open…

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This was my first time writing about Leon Kennedy. And I apologize, I’m not the best at writing, but I enjoy it. Please go easy on me, I haven’t written anything in a while lol. I hope you all enjoyed reading though! I really loved writing this. It’s made me realize how much I missed it. I wrote this for @alewesker ! We both love Leon so much. 😂

Much love,

kittycatlukey (Von)❤️

Written: 7 July 2023

Revised: 8 July 2023

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Scaredy-Shroom

Debut: Plants vs. Zombies

Here is Scaredy-Shroom! A very humble fellow, who I love very much. Scaredy-Shroom is scared, as you likely know. He is frightened, uncomfortable in the given situation. And as someone easily scared, I can relate to this! Especially when I was younger and even more easily scared! When I first heard about Plants vs. Zombies, I thought "Zombies? I don't want to see that!" and assumed it had to be a Scary Game. And now kids are growing up as Scary Freddy The Scare Bear fans. I would not have done well as an iPad Kid. BUT ANYWAY!

Scaredy-Shroom may be scared. But he is courageous! Arguably. I don't think he would be fighting zombies if he was not planted by the player. But he's here, and he does a good job, even if he is scared! I am proud of him. He has a low sun cost, respectable damage, and infinite range! He DOES cower under his cap if zombies are too close, but it is a small setback, and you owe it to him to keep him feeling safe, after all he's done for you!

While he does a good job at night, there is really no point to using Scaredy-Shroom during the day. He'll be asleep, so you'll need to use Coffee Bean to wake him up, and at that point you've spent as much as you would have on a Peashooter! And Peashooter does not cower and stop shooting at any point! I think this is okay, though. Scaredy-Schroom doesn't need to be a miracle worker. He is very stressed and needs his sleep. Look, his cap is even shaped like a pointed sleeping cap, a little! He is so cute.

Have you heard the news? It's part of why I'm making this post! Scaredy-Shroom was NOT in PvZ2 for a very long time, but just recently, after about 10 years, was added back! At first, I was hesitant about the slight redesign, specifically the cap. This is no longer a pointed hat, but instead has a jagged, seemingly broken bottom! I really do wonder if this was intentional, or a misinterpretation of the original design. Oh well! I have decided I like it, and looking kind of disheveled fits his character! He doesn't have arms to do it with, but it makes me think of him rubbing or picking at his cap when nervous, like I fiddle with my hair. He's just like me!

So? Was Scaredy-Shroom's big return worth the wait?

No, it was not! Scaredy-Shroom is, simply, just Not That Good. In the first game's night levels, he is good! He has his use and the game is built around that! But in 2, an unbalanced game with even more difficult zombies, as well as a steady stream of new and extremely powerful plants being added, he just does not have what it takes. They DID give him extra defense when hiding, but it's really not nearly enough. Indeed, Scaredy-Shroom in PvZ2 is not very good.

And I wouldn't have it any other way!

Like I've been saying, Scaredy-Shroom is, in the first game, useful in some levels, and nearly useless in others. He isn't SUPPOSED to be overpowered, or even strong! If he was, that wouldn't be Scaredy-Shroom! I can understand people being disappointed with his weakness in 2, but as someone who no longer plays it, I'm just happy to see him finally in a game again, and with a neat new design. Ideally, he would have been in the base game with campaign levels designed for his strengths, but it is too late for that.

In a way, it's good that he probably won't get used much. It gives him time to relax. I'll just let Scaredy-Shroom speak for himself here:

"How did I get talked into this? I wish I was at home."

[turbulentscrawl]

can i rq general hcs for antonio? thank you 💜

I’ve been a little more hesitant to tackle the Hunters, (aside from Ithaqua) just because I’ve been unsure how much to lean into them being the “villains” of the manor. And honestly I’m still a little wishy-washy about their characterizations…but anyway, I’m gonna give it a go with Antonio here (because I’ve got requests for him ;) ) and you guys please feel free to tell me if it feels off.

-Antonio is, first and foremost, depressed. And all his coping mechanisms are self-destructive. When life got hard, he turned to alcohol, and then later to gambling. And then, you know, to making a deal with the devil or something. The combination of those broke his wallet, his love, and then his spirit. His fuse is shorter now as a result, but instead of blowing up he moreso just…deflates.

-Despite being a Hunter, a “bad guy,” he’s probably better now than he was before. The biggest issue now is really the whole possession thing. He’s not exactly what you’d call “in control” of his body a good chunk of the time. Exactly when he’s going to lose control is generally unpredictable, aside from feeling like an invisible string of hair has coiled around his wrists shortly before. It happens a lot in matches, where he’s otherwise hesitant to be all that brutal, as well as when his mood gets low enough like above. But when he is in control, history has made Antionio milder than he was before his initial spiral.

-He still really likes his alcohol, but he’s better about taking it in moderation now. The other Hunters help to keep him in check about this as well, if not because they care about him then because he makes for an annoying, hot-headed drunk. He tends to pick fights when he’s really wasted and why would they want to deal with that?

-Gambling is also still problem for him, but since money doesn’t matter in the manors it’s both less concerning and less thrilling. He and some of the other Hunters place bets on matches, staking things like higher-end foods and favors to one another. He’s often requested to play specific pieces of music for people when he loses—particularly ones he dislikes.

-Because of the greedy imprisonment he suffered, Antonio dislikes spending long periods indoors, and especially in his room. He spends as much time outside as possible, enjoying the garden flowers and a cool breeze. On full moons, when there’s nothing planned, he usually goes wandering about to try and find any survivors doing the same. He enjoys the fresh company, for the most part, and even considers some of them friends.

-Antonio is among the most displeased of the Hunters, regarding the set-up for matches. Despite his history as a violent drunk, he takes no pleasure in hurting people, and he’s bitter about possibly having to be “evil” for the rest of eternity. The fact that some of the survivors don’t hold the matches against him is a balm to his aching soul.

-While the violin is his instrument and weapon of choice, Antonio enjoys all of the arts. Any kind of music, visual, or performance. He understands the importance of self-expression, and loves to see people give themselves to it in earnest. What he dislikes are frauds. People who use art just to make a buck.

-The best love languages for Antonio are Quality Time and Acts of Service. He finds it incredibly sweet when others anticipate some of his needs and complete tasks for him in case his arms are taken and he’s unable to do them himself later. He also just enjoys spending time around his loved ones, it reminds him that he’s not some irredeemable monster. He prefers to show his love through Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch, often giving people sweet pet names and touching their arms.

-His hair is stronger than the game suggests. He can easily carry large items, other people, and even lift himself with it. He can hoist himself up to a second-story floor with relative ease, though being lifted by your scalp isn't exactly the most comfortable sensation, so he tries to avoid it.

[no-other-mashter]

"Occupy My Mind So I Can't Speak"

Josh Kiszka x Male Reader

Warnings: M/M, degradation kink, spanking, oral (m rec), edging, denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, grinding, bondage, begging, sub Josh, bratty Josh, use of "slut" and "whore", choking (if you squint), cum eating

The stage lights shimmered as Josh strutted across the stage to the music, his energy infectious as he locked eyes with the crowd. His passion for the stage was undeniable; he belonged up there.

It all began innocently enough, with Josh's charismatic charm shining through as he interacted with the adoring fans. Blowing kisses and sharing hugs had always been a part of his act, a way to connect with the audience on a deeper level. But lately it had been different, a subtle shift in the air that hinted at something more.

The kisses were physical and seemed to linger, almost brushing the lips of the fans who reached out to him. Their cheers and screams fueled his daring behavior, emboldening him to push the boundaries further.

As he recognized a fan dressed in an outfit reminiscent of one of his own, a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of Josh's lips. "You're too cute," he playfully remarked. The fan's eyes widened in surprise, a blush dusting his cheeks at the unexpected attention.

"Are you single?" Josh then asked after a double take. He giggled to himself when the fans went wild and the next song began.

Despite the cheers and the pulsing music, Josh knew he was treading into dangerous territory with his playful antics. The thrill of the moment was intoxicating, though, and he paid no mind to any consequences he'd have later.

That was, until later came.

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Being the partner of a rockstar (and a particularly attractive one at that), you were used to Josh "flirting" with other people. It was part of the job, and something that didn't bother you much anymore.

However, sometimes Josh had a bit too much fun with his antics, and toed the line between "charming frontman" and "desperate whore". It was like a game to him, to see just how far he could go before you inevitably decided enough was enough and put him in his place.

And with how he'd been acting lately, you figured there was no better time to do so then now...

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"Aw, what's the matter Josh? Can't handle a little bit of suspense? Or... is it foreplay?" You teased, running your fingers down his exposed chest. He bit back a moan, his hips twitching with need.

You had tied his wrists to the headboard, keeping them above his head where he couldn't touch you, or himself. One of his silk scarves was being used as a blindfold, preventing him from knowing what you'd do next.

"C'mon, Y/N, just touch me already," Josh groaned, clearly annoyed with the teasing.

You leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over his exposed skin and sending a shiver down his spine. Your fingers trailed lightly along his jawline, down his neck, eliciting a low growl from deep within his chest.

"Patience, Josh," you purred.

With deliberate slowness, your touch roamed lower, tracing the contours of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

His body arched instinctively towards your touch, a silent plea for more, for the release of the tension that coiled tightly within him. But you were in control now, and Josh could one get what you gave him.

'Y'know, you've sure been running your mouth a lot lately, Joshua..." You began, dragging your fingertips closer to where he was already leaking onto his tummy, "Flirting with all those people, kissing them, showing yourself off to them... as if I'm not enough for you."

Josh opened his mouth, probably to object, but you shut him up by wrapping a hand around his cock, pulling a moan from him instead.

"Are you a slut, Joshua? I bet you think about what it'd be like to have all of their hands on you, don't you?" Each question was punctuated with a stroke of your hand, just enough to build tension, but not enough to help him reach that tipping point.

"Ah!- No, I just- Mm! I just like the attention!" He gasped out, writhing and clearly aching for more.

"So you're just an attention whore? So desperate for their eyes on you that you'll do anything... You know what that kind of attitude gets you, don't you?" You ask, letting go of his throbbing cock. The warmth of your touch replaced by the chill of the room as you reached up to free him from the headboard, leaving his wrists still bound together.

Just when you thought Josh would give in and listen, that cocky attitude returned, "No, I don't think I know..."

You sighed; it was clear that Josh still wanted to play this game.

"Turn over."

"Make me," Josh's response was petulant, stubborn, a clear indication that he was still willing to test the boundaries you had set.

Oh. So he REALLY wanted to push you.

"Fine then, if that's how you wanna be..."

You wrestled him onto his front, leaving his ass up in the air and his face buried in the pillow.

"You're getting seven swats. I better hear you count each one, or else I'll re-start. Got it?" You say, watching closely as he shuffles into a better position and nods.

The first smack always builds up anticipation. It's unexpected, and he has no idea how hard you were gonna make it. To his credit, he stayed quiet during the first three, only letting shaky numbers cross his lips.

On four, you brought your hand down on his other cheek, surprising him. He whined, arching into the touch.

"F-fuck! Four!"

"Good boy..."

Five and six were fast, one right after the other. You stroked the reddening skin for a moment, soothing it just a bit before bringing your hand down on his ass harder than before.

It was no secret that Josh was loud in bed. Hell, he's posted about it publicly before, no shame to be found. So when he moaned loud enough that you were sure the neighbors probably heard, you weren't surprised.

"Aaah! F-fuck!"

What did surprise you, was his apparent death wish.

"Are you d-done?"

Before Josh could say anything else, he was being manhandled and brought to his knees in front of you beside the bed. He squinted at the sudden change in light as you removed the blindfold, honey brown eyes meeting your own after a moment.

"I think I know a much better use for your mouth instead of talking back to me like a brat," you murmured, your voice low and commanding as you unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them off your hips, along with your boxers.

Without breaking eye contact, you threaded your fingers into his hair, tugging lightly as a warning when he pulled back with a smirk. You guided his head forward, pausing only for a moment.

"If you need to pull away, tap three times, okay?" Your voice was softer now, breaking from the scene to check on him.

"Yeah, I know."

Having confirmed he was still all for this, you gave it to him just how he wanted it, making him gag as you fucked his throat.

Normally, you were careful when Josh sucked you off, not wanting to injure his throat or mess up his singing voice. This time, though, he had a month before the next show, plenty of time to get his voice back. So you went all out. Spit ran down his chin, and when he wasn't gasping and gagging, he was moaning, eyes rolling back when you'd go particularly deep.

Josh Kiszka was beautiful up on stage, there was no denying that. He was in his element in front of a crowd of cheering fans, dressed to the nines in glitz and glamor. But he was also beautiful like this, on his knees, hair a mess and teary eyed as he swallowed you down.

You felt three taps on your ankle, and you let go, watching as he pulled back and gasped in air. His voice was wrecked when he spoke, low and raspy where it usually wasn't.

"Please..." He mumbled, clearly aching to cum.

"Aw, you feeling needy, baby?" You ask, pulling him back up to the bed. You kiss his knees, red from kneeling, before trailing your kisses up his thigh to where he needed you most, "No touching, okay?"

He kept his bound hands above his head as you finally wrapped your lips around his aching length, grinning when he gasped and did his best to not thrust his hips up. As you hummed around him, savoring the taste of his skin, you could feel his impending release hovering on the edge. You traced a path down his throbbing length, teasing a vein along the side of his cock. The sensation was like a jolt of electricity, and, in a moment of weakness, Josh's fingers tangled in your hair.

But you were in control, not him. As soon as he sought to anchor you in place, you pulled away, a smirk playing on your lips as you watched his reaction. Josh's body jerked in response, frustration clear on his face as he was edged once again.

"Tsk-tsk, I said no touching, Josh. You haven't been a good enough boy to earn that yet."

"Just let me fucking cum, Y/N!" He groaned, still whining like a brat.

"You really want that? You think you deserve it?" You ask, an idea popping into your head, "Fine then. Cum whenever you want."

Josh was clearly not expecting the sudden shift, but it didn't matter when you spat into your palm and began jerking him off once more. Having been denied so many times already, the sensation was almost too much to bear.

"C-close! I'm so close!" His voice was strained, a plea laced with desperation. He half-expected you to pull away again, but this time, there was no teasing retreat, no denial of his release. Instead, you maintained the steady rhythm of your hand, driving him relentlessly towards that long-awaited peak.

Josh's head fell back, and his chest heaved with each hitched breath, the flush of arousal spreading across his skin like a wildfire. His hands clenched into fists above his head, fingers flexing with the need to touch, to grasp onto something—anything—to ground himself.

"Fuck! Y/N!"

Josh spilled all over your hand and his tummy, his whole body trembling after being denied so many times. When you kept going after he was spent, Josh realized what you had meant.

"I- I can't go again..." He whined, the pleasure turning into overstimulation.

"Color?"

"Green."

"I think you've got one more in you, Josh..." You reply, pressing a kiss to his lips before climbing into his lap. He had just a moment of respite before you were rutting your cock against his, the sensation pushing you slowly closer to your own peak.

Every nerve in his body was alight, every sense heightened to the point of exquisite torture.Tears ran down his cheeks but his expression was one of pleasure, a silent plea for more, for everything you could give him.

"Y/N, don't stop! I'm so close again! I- I'm gonna cum again!" He babbled, his words melding into a mix of your name and please.

"Cum for me, Josh," you order, watching as he arches his back and lets go, his eyes rolling back into his head. The sight pushes you over the edge as well, your release mixing with his.

You both sat back to catch your breath, drenched in sweat and various other fluids. Josh was limp under you, completely worn out. You took two fingers, dragging them through the mess on his tummy before bringing them up to his lips.

"Open."

He obeyed, opening his mouth. You pressed your fingers into his mouth, grinning when he obediently sucked them clean.

"Good boy, Josh..."

He whines against your fingers, his cock giving one last valiant twitch where it lay soft against him. Once your fingers were clean, you untied his hands, kissing the red marks left on his wrists. You trailed the kisses up to his lips, pulling the covers over you both.

You'd finish cleaning up later. For now, you just wanted to take a nap with your favorite person...

[doodlejoltik]

the unwinnable game

[~2.7k words. Read it here or on Ao3]

Zugzwang (from German 'compulsion to move'; pronounced [ˈtsuːktsvaŋ]) is a situation found in chess and other turn-based games wherein one player is put at a disadvantage because of their obligation to make a move.

Centuries after their battle atop Mt Coronet, Rei confronts Volo in a nondescript forest, somewhere on Pasio. But the answers he's seeking aren't so easily given.

aka. a continuation of that one dialogue cliffhanger in the Mysterious Stones chapter because I'm extremely normal about these two

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“There's something you'd like to say, isn't there… Rei?”

Volo turns around and Rei musters up the bravest expression he can.

Now that he's here, he doesn't know what to say first; all his planned questions bounce around his head, clamouring for dominance. Why are you here? How? Since when? You have a Togepi and a Togekiss? Why a tournament? What do you know about the mysterious stones?

Were we ever really friends?

That is, it takes an embarrassingly long time for Rei to respond. In the end, what he says isn’t a question at all. “That Togepi in the ruins was yours.”

Volo only shrugs. He's got a languid smile on his face. “It might've been. She likes running around.”

Internally, Rei is relieved. So he hasn't been seeing things. But he doesn't let it show on his face, and crosses his arms. “Why’d you hide from everyone for months, and only show yourself now?”

“Now, I wouldn't call it hiding,” Volo replies, waving his finger. “This is a big island, and I've made a good few acquaintances here on Pasio already! Perhaps our paths simply didn't cross.”

With the number of times Rei has visited the ruins for mysterious stone research, the odds of that are vanishingly unlikely. “But why didn't you even try? It's not like I've been keeping a low profile.” Of course, the reason is probably something like I tried to end the world and it would be awkward. And that's what Rei needs Volo to say.

The Arc Phone sits heavily in his belt satchel, recording every word.

“Oh, I was just preoccupied. The ruins here are simply fascinating! Even though they're replicas, teasing apart all the ancient cultures used in their construction is such a fruitful area of study. You know me.”

Yeah, I know you. “Find anything interesting about Arceus?” Rei snarks.

“Not particularly!” Volo shakes his head, looking disappointed. Then he perks up, and continues, “Now, Dialga and Giratina however…”

“Oh?” Rei seethes quietly. Of course he had been watching. Why hadn't Giratina said anything?

“It’s curious, isn’t it, how they have seen fit to partner themselves with new wielders?” Volo smiles. “And Palkia too, I’ve heard.”

“It is interesting,” Rei forces out, adjusting his scarf. He recalls Volo's last parting line about Arceus, all those months ago. “Nice to know that they've bonded willingly with people in this time,” he says pointedly.

Ignoring Rei's tone, Volo continues, “That man, Cyrus, who controls Palkia. What a character, wouldn't you say?”

Rei has a lot of thoughts about the Sinnohans’ decision to allow Cyrus - a man who has literally tried to remake the world and not disavowed said goal - to keep the embodiment of Space with him. He'd thought Adaman and Irida had to be joking, at first. What would the Captain think if she saw what her descendant had turned the Galaxy Team into…

“I suppose you see yourself in him.” Rei says flatly.

It's only the two of them here, in the middle of a forest, in the dead of night, so Volo should have no reason to be evasive. And yet -

“Hardly,” Volo laughs off. “Intellectual curiosity, nothing more.”

This is going nowhere. Does Volo seriously think he can fool him again? Probably not - every remark is undoubtedly purposeful, but with just enough plausible deniability to appear innocent. So maybe he just wants to mess with him. Great.

A different strategy, maybe. He’ll surely make a mistake at some point if Rei keeps pushing. “This… tournament that you proposed,” Rei says. “I suppose you're participating?”

“Naturally!” Volo says cheerfully. “Battles on Pasio are done in teams, are they not? Perhaps you'd like to-”

“No.” Rei glares at him. Oh, now, that was going too far. Going to shut that line of conversation immediately.

“So hostile,” Volo sighs. “A united Hisuian contingent would've been a sight to see. Well, the clan leaders should be more receptive, at least.”

“Not if I can help it,” Rei says, crossing his arms. He’s well aware of how childish it sounds, but the thought of his friends falling for Volo’s innocent merchant act, again, is too horrible to consider. Mentally, he rapidly revises his priorities - he has to meet with Adaman and Irida as soon as possible and explain everything. Tomorrow, ideally. Does he have the energy for that? It’s something like one in the morning, right now. He's dead on his feet. But he’ll make it happen. He has to, before Volo does.

But what if he’s already too late? When had Rei last spoken to them? The dance competition, that wasn’t that long ago, right? At least a week, maybe more, his mind supplies. He'd just been so busy… and surely they would have told him if they'd met Volo.

This little anxious spiral must be evident on Rei’s face somehow, because Volo chuckles, stepping closer. “The world doesn't revolve around you, Rei. Not here.”

“You don’t get to act all high and mighty,” Rei snaps. “Not when you’re pulling everyone along on your own strings. I suppose you think you make the world go ‘round.”

But Volo has a point, no matter how much he hates to admit it. Rei’s been assuming he was someone significant to this whole saga. The appearance of the mysterious stones coincided with his and Akari’s arrival to Pasio, after all, so was he really wrong for thinking that?

And Arceus spoke to him first. That had to mean something.

“On the contrary, I simply meant that we’re all on equal ground,” Volo says. For the first time, goes unspoken.

“I’ll still beat you,” Rei vows. He’d done it before, he could do it again. No matter if he was still favoured by Arceus or not. “Because my bonds with my Pokemon, and my friends, are real. And you don’t know what that feels like.” Though intended to be a sharp jab at Volo, instead, a deep bitterness colours those final words.

Volo’s expression twists into something briefly unreadable before it settles into a polite half-smile. “You’re quick to assume the worst of me.”

“Quick?” Rei barks out a harsh laugh. “No, it was exactly the opposite.” He’d been strung along so thoroughly, accepting every strange behaviour as simply one of Volo’s little oddities. Only up at the Celestica Ruins did those allowances start to crumble – and by then, it was too late.

Volo’s look at Rei is one of intrigue. The way Rei's seen him examining ancient ruins, like he's something Volo wants to observe, or study.

And Rei has had it. Enough dancing around the subject, trying to draw it out of Volo; clearly it’s never going to happen. “Is this all just a game to you? You tried to destroy the world! You want me to think you care about anyone?”

Volo raises an eyebrow. “That's a bold claim. Surely if that had happened, it would've ended up in the history books, somewhere.”

Well – okay. The only person who knew what happened was the Professor, sort of. And Cogita. Arceus knows how she found out. But Professor Laventon didn't know half of it, even, Rei had just incoherently vented everything emotional and hurting at him, swore him to secrecy, and then hoped that he'd never have to unpack that again.

Clearly Arceus had other designs.

“We were friends.” Rei’s voice cracks a bit, there; he hates how true it is. “I thought we were friends. But you were going to kill me for standing in your way!”

Volo frowns. “Now, why would I do that?” He takes a few paces towards Rei and smiles, purposefully, grin stretching tight across his face. “I wouldn't want to lose my favourite customer, after all!”

Stumbling backwards to regain the distance, Rei exclaims, “I’ve bought maybe one thing from you. Stop calling me that!”

“Recipient of free samples, semantics,” Volo shrugs, entirely unaffected, and Rei wars with the competing urges to punch him or bolt into the treeline.

“Play dumb all you want,” Rei hisses, “but you’ve already shown your hand. I could tell them everything. You won’t be able to fool anyone ever again.” Least of all me.

Volo tilts his head with a smirk. “Well then, why are you here?” he asks, calling Rei’s bluff.

And though he can’t know that the Arc Phone is listening in Rei’s satchel, Rei realises that his motivations must be laughably transparent. Maybe Volo thinks Akari, or Cynthia, is watching the whole thing from the treeline. The specifics of it don’t matter, really. Rei’s been outplayed from the very beginning.

Volo makes a little movement with his hand. There's a sudden rustle of movement behind Rei, and he whips around, hand on Decidueye's Pokeball -

But it's just Volo's Togepi, who warbles in alarm and quickly toddles past him.

“What would people rather believe in?” Volo says lightly. “The accusations of a boy who jumps at shadows?” He bends down to pick up Togepi. “Or in the innocence of their friend?”

In Volo's arms, Togepi lets out an adorable squeak.

Over the Pokeball on his belt, Rei’s hand is trembling with misfired adrenaline. He carefully drops his hand to his side and raises his head up high. “Cynthia trusts me. I’ve been here for months, and we’ve worked together on the mysterious stones since they were first found.”

“And so?” Volo shrugs. “A working relationship is hardly worth much. I thought you would've known better, with what Kamado did…”

Rei flinches.

The worst part about it all was that no matter what ulterior motives Volo might have had, back then, when he’d been thrown out into the wild with barely a few days’ worth of supplies – Volo had been there for him when nobody else was.

Volo had seen Rei fall apart and put himself back together with forced cheer. And so, he knew exactly where the cracks were, where to strike with his words to disassemble Rei all over again.

Of course Rei knows Cynthia is responsible, and smart, and has been nothing but friendly to him – but he doesn't really know her, does he? And Volo is her ancestor. Which is pretty obvious, honestly. She’d probably like him immediately.

Just like everyone else did. Including Rei.

“Besides, you're not the only one who's been making friends in high places,” Volo adds smoothly. “I’ve heard that Bettie’s word is quite well regarded.”

So now that Rei had wised up to Volo's true nature, he'd gone and found himself new people to use. “You’ve always been like this, then,” Rei huffs. None of it had been real; their entire ‘friendship’ had been predicated on Rei's usefulness. “They deserve to know the truth about you.”

“Truth? Or your own opinion?” Volo scoffs. “You think so highly of yourself, Rei, but you're not the beloved Hero of Hisui here. No…” he smiles. “You're entirely ordinary. Do remember, it was everyone in that stadium who heard Arceus' voice.”

Admittedly, that stings. He'd thought - maybe - that Arceus was finally telling him why He'd brought Rei here. What he was supposed to do in this strange new land. But he'd failed, unable to clearly hear Arceus’ voice.

Rei spares a thought for the Arc Phone, once a vessel for divine inspiration, now reduced to recording mortals’ petty feuds. His messages to Arceus have been left on read for months. He's probably allowed to be a bit petty, at this point.

Volo continues, “Imagine! Any one of us could become Arceus’ champion.” Togepi makes a little noise. “Yes, even you,” he says indulgently, lifting her up to face him, and she goes cross-eyed following his waving finger.

It's horribly cute, the sort of thing Rei would've been charmed by before. And it's clear Volo is no longer taking Rei seriously at all.

What starts out as a wavering thought suddenly asserts itself with startling clarity. “I don't need anything from you,” Rei realises. He'd told himself he was here for evidence, something concrete he could hold against Volo, and that was true. But beyond that, he'd been after something entirely more personal.

He can walk away.

“I don't need anything from you,” he repeats, with force this time.

Volo turns his attention away from Togepi, and this of all things is what finally seems to make him genuinely confused. “Leaving so soon, Rei?”

Rei doesn't elaborate. He turns on his heel to stalk through the forest back to civilisation. Now, because if he says anything more he doesn't know if he'll ever bring himself to stop. Because he's asking for something he'll never get.

Volo's saying something. He doesn't care to catch all the words, though some of it filters through - “challenge”, “tournament”, and “rivals” among them. The general shape of the message is clear. They'll meet again; Rei's powerless to stop that. But as best he can, he'll shake off whatever lingering grip Volo still has on him.

He doesn't stop walking as the trodden earth turns to paved cobbles under his feet, and he makes it all the way up his building's winding stairs to the little studio apartment that he's been given. Home, for now. Collapsing onto the lone armchair, he takes the Arc Phone out of his satchel and turns off the recording. Thank Arceus for divinely bestowed infinite storage, he supposes.

Rei knows that if he were to listen to it, there'd be nothing of use. Only hidden barbs and Rei’s own ugly, wounded anger. It feels fitting to delete it, to banish the whole encounter to memory, and perhaps eventually, less than that.

He doesn't, and instead tucks it away in a folder several layers deep.

Maybe Professor Laventon wrote about the whole disaster in his private diaries. Rei knows he has them, bless the man. He'd once stumbled into the Professor's office late at night, after an exhausting, terrifying escape from an Alpha, ready to tell Laventon off for sending him there – and startled the Professor fiercely, who quickly shut the manuscript he was writing with a blush. So even if Rei had sworn him to secrecy, he might have confided in the written word.

That's something he can set Cynthia on digging up, then. Even just the suggestion that Laventon, the First Pokemon Professor, had such personal writings, would probably send her into an unstoppable research frenzy. That much about her, at least, he knows. If it still existed in this era, Cynthia would almost certainly find it.

And maybe he doesn't need evidence. Not for the people who matter, anyway.

Akari’s only a few doors away, their apartments close neighbours just like back in Jubilife Village. If he wanted, he could wander over there once the sun rose, have her fantastic tamago rice, and tell her everything.

Is he ready to take that step into thin air? To trust that he'll be believed, in something that's infinitely more convoluted and improbable than the simple plea – “I don't know why the sky is red, it's not my fault, I only ever did what you told me to” –

Well. Volo might've been the last one to break his trust, but he was in no way the first.

Can he make good on those words that he’d levelled so confidently against Volo? That his bonds with his friends are real?

Akari had never doubted. And Adaman and Irida had gone against Kamado's will, risking the standing of their people, just to help him. He would be doing them a disservice if he didn't at least try.

And in this dangerous game, it might be the only winning move.

Even as he makes this decision, he feels the pull of sleep. It's offensively late, or early, in the morning now, depending on perspective, and all of this is Tomorrow Rei’s problem.

There's no energy left to even stumble to bed. Rei falls asleep right there in the lumpy armchair, hand loosely gripped around the Arc Phone, Adaman and Irida’s Poryphone numbers on the screen, ready and waiting.

And, though Rei will certainly wake up sore with a crick in his neck come the morning…

For the first time in a long while, his dreams are not restless.

[shuttershocky]

hi shutters. im gonna start arknights. do you have any guide/tips for new players? what to do, what to not do, what to save, what to discard, where to find community resources(if they exist). stuff like that. thanks in advance!

Most new player guides will tell you all you need to know about getting started in the game, so I'll list down 5 things about the experience of /learning/ the game instead.

You don't have to play - Before we start, it must be said that Arknights is still a gacha game, an inherently predatory monetization scheme no matter how generous the in-game system is. If you feel like you may be vulnerable to FOMO and spending real money, I don't recommend you play at all. If you're here for the world and characters, Arknights has excellent comics available for free on their website, while players upload most event stories on Youtube for you to read through without having to touch the game. With that said, let's continue.

Take your time - Raising units and generally progressing in Arknights takes a lot longer than in other mobage. Don't worry about things like "catching up". Limited time events that have already had their rerun get added as a part of the main menu permanently, and eventually they even include the free units you get per event. You're generally not going to be missing out on any content (except for 3rd party collabs like the upcoming Monster Hunter event, but that's because they don't own Monster Hunter), so don't feel like you have to rush through the game. It won't work, and you'll get easily frustrated. Think of it more like a puzzle game with updates. You don't rush through puzzle games, the point is to enjoy the puzzle.

Don't spend - This goes for all mobile games in general, but especially Arknights. The money to in-game currency conversion rate is godawful, but the actual flow of the gacha currency (called Orundrum) given to you by just playing the game normally is rather generous. Combined with a few other features that don't need to be discussed here and even a F2P player's account looks like a whale after enough time, because you eventually just get most of the units from how often you're given free rolls. Take it from me, you don't need to buy anything to get gigastacked, it will happen to you over time.

Ask for Help - Arknights is a puzzle game, and that means even with some of the best units in the game, you can find yourself stuck on stages if you have no idea how to approach strategy. If you're ever stuck, Youtube is filled with various clear guides made by the community, targeting everything from lazy clears (often called AFK) by super strong Doctors that don't want to think, to low rarity clears targeted towards new players who are mostly using the 3 star characters (as they are much quicker to raise). Just take a look at the codename of the stage you are stuck on (for example: "WD-EX-8"), and type that into the Youtube search bar. You'll find a ton of different guides from various creators. You can even shoot an Ask to this blog if you want more personalized help, though of course I can only answer those in my free time.

Take reviews with a grain of salt - Probably the biggest source of FOMO pressure in Arknights is the community itself, what with how much content creators love to use clickbait videos telling you a certain unit is a godtier must-have and if you don't have them you WILL be unable to keep up so roll for them NOW or a certain unit is fucking dogshit unusable and if you have them they're a waste of space. No in-betweens. Of course, when you actually get to try these characters for yourself you're going to realize even the absurdly powerful units aren't going to be autowinning stages by themselves (usually), nor are even the most despised, godawful units completely worthless strategically. It's a puzzle game, ultimately a lot more is going to depend on your ability to problem solve. My general rule of thumb when it comes to seeing community reactions to new operators is if everyone says they're good, they're almost certainly very good, but if everyone says a new unit is trash, it's a cointoss as to how bad they actually are. Probably the best recent example is the 6 star Mystic Caster Ebenholz, who was derided as being awkward to use and generally awful in most stages. His stock eventually rose and rose as people discovered that while Ebenholz struggled in most stages, he was incredibly good at taking on stages with very difficult, powerful enemies, flattening most of these elite enemies and bosses in an instant and trivializing the stages meant to be challenging. If you look up Ebenholz online you're mostly going to find people reacting to his initial appearance and calling him bad, but you're not going to see how he's carved out an extremely valuable strategic niche for himself. You never know who's going to end up useful, so don't be afraid to play around with your favorite units.

[min3nc]

Alright, I'll bite for Jaiden/Baghera

5. What is their love language?

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

[From this ask game]

Wihihihi *Twirls hair* hiii anon. Alright, love languages… buckle up this is a long one.

Love Languages

I’d say that it’s both Quality time, and Physical touch for Jaiden. I’d say she’s really touch adverse with strangers, like… She will awkwardly wave at people she doesn’t know, but Baghera, she will see her and immediately extend her arms and wings and fully expect Baghera to jump into them and hug so so so so tightly, as they should.

Jaiden likes to groom Baghera’s wings, will randomly take her propeller hat off, put it on herself and begin petting her hair. I also like to think that Jaiden, on account of Baghera’s wings being really badly damaged due to experiments, does this thing called Imping; basically, the process of repairing a broken feather using part of another feather. So now imagine Baghera’s yellow duck wings with random shines of purple, black and cyan because Jaiden KEEPS TRYING TO HELP HER OUT!!!

And for Baghera’s it’s definitely acts of service and words of affirmation. Like, she is a woman who’s been experimented on and while Jaiden was Cucurucho’s favorite, Baghera seemed to be the opposite (though she was the genetics department favorite… sadly), she definitely tries to give others what she couldn’t have. She constantly calls Jaiden beautiful, handsome, pretty. Jaiden will be doing anything and Baghera is right behind her being her biggest fan.

*watching her build* baghs: omg she’s so good at building… i could never… she’s soo graceful… such an incredible builder *twirls hair*

jaiden: *smiles at her and does her silly wave emote*

etoiles: *fully aware that baghera has a castle* …gay people…

jaiden: *trips and falls flat on her face*

And acts of service it’s like… Baghera was the only one getting the flowers for Jaiden when q!F*rever was urging Jaiden to keep walking instead of “losing time getting flowers”. She also knows Jaiden likes animals - so i fully expect her someday meting with her and going “hello my love i have gotten you a Cachalote because you love animals.” opening her backpack, pulling out one of the cages and giving it to Jaiden. Fully expect her to someday, on account of Jaiden loving birds, finding and getting her a Sun Bird.

Jaiden would probably free it though, and Baghera would be absolutely mesmerized by her doing so.

Introverted or Extroverted Couple

I think they are quite extroverted but also with their down times because Jaiden tends to get overwhelmed on loud spaces as we have seen before on some events because of all the noise. So I imagine that they’ll go out because Baghera and her love hanging out with their friends, and at some point Baghera will be talking to someone, and feel Jaiden laying her head on top of Baghera’s shoulder.

That’s her telltale sign for “Low Battery.” To decide whether to leave if it’s too much, or to have some recovery time away from people and noise.

She turns around, holding her head in one hand, petting her cheek, and sees to her needs. She loves going out, but Jaiden’s comfort goes first. They’d either go to a more secluded place for Jaiden to wind down, both sitting on the floor with Jaiden’s head on Bagh’s lap while she covers Jaiden’s ears with her hands to keep all that noise getting to her.

Who makes the other smile with no effort.

Jaiden makes Baghera smile without any effort. Jaiden will be doing anything and it’ll make Baghera smile, just the sight of her being enough to make her day. I think that Baghera finds this wet cat woman cute, so she’ll do something and Baghera will squeal in joy and approach to pepper kisses all over her face while mumbling something like “WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN PRETTY, I NEED TO SQUEEZE YOU.” because she gets cuteness aggression from Jaiden.

And, to Jaiden’s surprise, she finds herself smiling to herself whenever she thinks of Baghera.

[triplesilverstar]

A first time for everything

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, fluff and humor, P in V sex, biting, tender sex, first time, fingering, Smut, cream pie, cock warming, multiple rounds

Word count: Roughly 4.3K

A/N: Part 13 of the series. Well as the title says, Vash is about to pop his cherry. Enjoy.

Sitting on the bus and facing Vash, the small chess board you’d found weeks ago between the two of you. Your third game since the two of you had sat down, and it looked like once more, Vash was going to win. His rook capturing your bishop, sending you a quick grin, and you ran a hand down your face. “Yea, you won this round too. I surrender.” Voice flat as you ruffle your hair, but you aren’t bothered by losing so much, it’s been a fun way to pass the time. “Wanna play again?” A cheerful grin on his face while he leaned against his prosthetic hand, his elbow on the back of the headrest. “Do we have time? I thought we’d be pretty close to the next town by now.” Holding one of your hands in the other, as his head turned towards the front, eyes appraising something. “Eh, I think we’ve maybe got half an hour or so.” 

“That is not enough time for you to kick my butt. Again.” Another grin and you both work to get the pieces back inside the board before packing it inside his bag once more. Going back to watching you and leaning against the seat. 

The slightest bit of his lower lip while he takes in your profile, from the curve of your nose to the shape of your lips, all while you’re unaware staring forward out the front bus window. A slow roll of your shoulders and it hits him out of nowhere, reaching out to intertwine the fingers of one of his hands with your own. Pulling your attention back towards him with a soft smile “you look like such a dork when you smile like that.” 

Vash rolling his eyes at that but refusing to let your hand go “very funny. Maybe I should stop looking at you so much then if it makes me look like a dork, I can’t help that I smile like that because of you.” You have to admit while his words are dorky they still have you blushing, and his delivery with his words so soft and low. More like the two of you were in a private room and not a bus. Feeling the faintest blush growing on your cheeks, and watching something shine in his eyes. 

“Yea well I know that feeling. You big goof ball” trying to bring your racing heart back down to normal. It still surprises you how the muscle in your chest can beat so rapidily so much at the words he says. Hell at the looks he sometimes sends you when he thinks you aren’t watching him, but damn. When people used to talk about getting butterflies you thought it was an exaggeration, now you sure as hell know better. “So. Have you been to this town before?” Trying to continue on your path of keeping the topic more public and your interlaced hands hidden from view, not that you’re ashamed of Vash. Far from it. More so the whole, Vash doesn’t want an extra target tacked onto your back that would put you in more danger then you already were. 

“Yea. It was a long time ago though, so most people shouldn’t remember me.” His eyes shifting downward and his smile fading into a frown, a hint that to you means last time he was in this particular town things had not gone down well. Probably chased out of town for his bounty or if it was before his bounty was issued then the bad luck that seems to follow him everywhere. 

“Well. If they do, we’ll just hightail it out of there.” Smiling as you watch him, even if his shoulders have dropped “after this bus ride my legs are nice and recovered if we need to run for it.” Trying to keep your tone light and smirking at him, a light scoff out of the blond and a shake of his head. 

“Fingers crossed for the first option where they don’t” inside you agree. It would be easier if they don’t, and while you are ready to run, you’d like to sleep in a bed again tonight. Still feeling sore from being shot in the shoulder a few days ago. Nothing had broken skin, your jacket’s padding taking most of the damage but the lingering muscle soreness was starting to get to you a bit. The bruise might have healed, but the tenderness alway lasts a few days longer.

As the bus pulls into town and you and Vash depart, no one seems to really notice either of you slip from the vehicle and into town as you make your way towards an inn attached to a saloon. 

At the saloon again no one seems to notice you and no eyebrows are raised, or at least no one notices Vash. You still have a few whispers that follow you wherever you go and your one of a kind rifle. It doesn’t take long until both of you are making your way upstairs with a room key and stepping inside the room. 

“That looks like a nice bed” eyebrows raising as you take in the very plush looking double mattress and frame in the center of the room. Oh yea. Your shoulder is going to like that tonight. 

“I thought we could splurge a little.” Feeling his arm wrap around your middle now that both of you were out of sight and your bags removed. “I know your shoulder is still bugging you and after turning in that bounty it’s not like we don’t have the cash to cover the cost.” He is right, and you are anything but surprised that he noticed your discomfort. 

“Well good idea then.” Spinning around a little so you're facing him and looking up into his soft baby blues, pushing his shades atop of his messy blond head so he can’t hide behind the mirrored lenses. “I do like my comfort, and maybe with that bed we have some fun later?” Letting your eyebrows do some of the talking for you before pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth, a far darker shade of pink overtaking his features. 

“Yea. Let's do something like that.” A squeak out of him and you swear you heard his voice crack a little, honestly if you don’t know how old he actually was you might think he was just hitting puberty with the way that sounded. Stepping away from him, and patting your butt to feel your wallet secured inside of the back pocket you head for the door, turning to wait for him to join you as he tries to push his blush down his face. 

With the saloon attached it means you don’t need to go far for food and after a day on the bus you find yourself ravished. Vash slipping closer to your body, hand on the side of your face and tilting you to kiss you briefly before you both head down. Making you laugh a little at his actions, but you know this time it’s you with the colored cheeks. 

Once down on the main level and stepping into the saloon, following behind Vash while he picked out a table in the back corner, both of you sitting so you could see all the entrances. Ordering dinner, and a beer for Vash while you stuck with your usual water making small talk while the two of you waited, laughing internally when the waitress’s attempts to flirt with Vash going right over his head, focused too much on something above your shoulder. “Do you see that display above the bar?” Being discreet as you turn your head and see it, and damn it is the most gaudy piece of metal work you’ve ever seen. Placing a hand over your mouth to try and hide part of your expression. “Well. That’s ugh… interesting” trying to keep your voice neutral, certain your eyes are wide as you look back to Vash who’s trying to stop himself from laughing his ass off at it. “Ok. Really. Whoever thought of something like that has clearly been out in the sun too long.” Laughing again as your drinks are brought out. 

It isn’t long before the saloon starts to fill up and your food is bought out, both of enjoying the meal and your whispered conversations. 

You don’t miss the looks some of the young women are sending towards the two of you either, at least one of them coming to try and flirt with Vash. Vash for all his floundering with you sometimes, just never seems to know when to turn off the charm when it comes to strangers. Wanting to roll your eyes but you don’t. “Maybe your friend here should learn to read the room and know when she’s not wanted.” A scathing look sent your way making you raise your eyebrows at her taking a sip of your water. Thinking about how you’re going to politely tell her to get lost. “Why would she think she’s not wanted?” Vash to the rescue asking the question as if he doesn’t understand why she would even consider asking such a thing. Eyebrows furrowed but you don’t miss the subtle wink sent your way. “Besides, her and I are leaving anyway. It was nice meeting you!” A cheerful wave and both of you are heading to bar to pay your tab, unsurprised when Vash pays for both of you even if you had made sure to not forget your own wallet.  Once inside the room you stretch, rolling your shoulders until you hear the noise of cracks and popping. Something on Vashs’ face grabs your attention when you turn to look at him though. “What’s wrong Sunshine?” 

“I think.” Pausing and looking to the floor as if he’s trying to build up the confidence for something. “I think. I want to have sex with you tonight.” Sending him a side eye as you bend over to start unlacing your boot. “I thought we made that clear earlier.” “No. I mean. I” you’re still working on your boots, a hand cupping your cheek making you pause to look up at him. Or more across at him since he’s kneeling down to be eye level with you. “I mean I want to have sex with you. I wanna go all the way.” If his hand hadn’t been touching your face, you know your jaw would have dropped eyes widening and your mouth feeling dry as the sand blowing outside the window. “You know you don’t have to, right?” Watching his face and the way his eyes seem to light up at your question. “I do.” When Vash smiles like that you swear he could light up the entire night sky. “But I want to, and isn’t that what matters?” Smiling and placing your own hand over his, pulling it closer to your mouth to softly kiss the skin not covered by a glove. “Yea. That is what matters.” Letting his hand go and getting your boots off in short order, standing and moving to wrap your arms around him. Feeling his own encompass you, one of them rising to tangle in your hair. Tilting your head backwards and pressing his lips to yours. What starts out chaste quickly escalates as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip and you open up, your own rushing to meet his and pressing against the wet muscle. A whine and a whimper at the same time as his hips give a quick jerk against your core, already starting to grow hard. 

Panting as you break apart, still close enough that your lips can ghost against one another and your hands are moving to his shoulders pushing his coat off and letting it drop to the floor. Nipping along the underside of his jaw while his fingers are playing with the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and over your head. 

Working together with long deep kisses between as you slowly strip both panting until you’re both in your underwear. When Vash had seemed hesitant to remove his pants you’d stopped, taking one of his hands and pressing a soft kiss to the pad of each digit telling him he could keep them on if he wanted. 

Now running your hands along the top of his shoulders, pressure alternating as you relish in the feeling of his bare scarred skin. Hissing when he kneads your ass a little on the rough side, not fully from pain, having been more taken by surprise at how he’s taking more of a lead at the moment. “How do you wanna do this Sunshine?”  Moving your head to blaze a trail of kisses along the skin where his throat meets his chest, tongue dipping into the hollow. 

“I…” trailing off as he thinks about it, almost as if he’s unsure which wouldn’t surprise you since you’ve taken the lead on most of your sexual encounters so far. “I can ride you” licking your lips before you keep speaking “that way you can focus on how you're feeling.” His hands sliding along your side and you feel more then see his head shake having gone back to kissing his neck.

“No. I… I wanna make you feel good for once.” More confidence in his voice, feeling the dual sensation of cool and warm along your back. “You always make me feel good, Vash. Even now.” A simple truth, even if you're just sitting together somewhere like on the bus. Vash brings you a sense of ease you didn’t realize was missing in your life. So when one of you has been given the other either oral or hand jobs or just touching one another, it seems to make your senses light up. 

“Still” looking up into his eyes, the muscle in your chest beating faster all you can do is smile, that familiar fluttering sensation in your stomach. Even if you had wanted to you wouldn’t have been able to hide it, the softness in his eyes and the tilt of his lips while he’s looking at you. “I want to make love to you.” Oh your sweet silly plant man, tender words and you relent letting him have all the control he wants but not before making a final suggestion. 

“Maybe we should move this party of two to the bed then.” A brief widening of his eyes before nodding. Never really leaving one anothers embrace, you giggle as you feel your knees hit the back of the bed, bringing Vash down with you. A brief bounce as your chest presses against his laughing as you adjust, sliding awkwardly so you're both centered with him above you. 

Leaning on his arms and pushing himself up, gaze raking over you, you can’t help but be cheeky. “Like what you see.” 

A raise of one of his dark eyebrows, the smile never leaving his face as he leans down and drags his lips along the covered skin of your breasts. “I do.” Exhaling as he uses his nose to push the fabric down so he can see more of you. “Now lay back and relax for a bit.” Frowning a little you do as he asked, dropping your arms beside you from where you had been trailing your fingers along his hair. 

Humming as he kisses the skin and one of his hands is moving down between your bodies, playing with your covered slit. You’re drenched, and in truth have been for a while, every part of you wanting Vash and his words earlier had set off something in your brain. You hadn’t lied when you told him you when you first started dating that you didn’t care if the two of you were never intimate but when he said those words tonight? And the way he had said it, eyes alight with a tenderness you’ve come to cherish. Your core started feeling warm right away. 

“You’re so wet, Mayfly” moving the fabric aside so the fingers of his flesh hand could fondle your folds, pulling a light gasp from you. “Like you’re excited for something.” A few nips into the plush flesh around your areola before he’s using the tip of his tongue to circle the hardened nipple. He really has come so far, from being hesitant to touch certain parts of you. Moaning as your hips rise inadvertently, looking for something more, trying to plunge those long digits inside of you. 

“Well” letting your voice raise and fall in a soft sing song “I am going to be your first. So can you blame me for being excited?” Teasing as you close your eyes, focusing on the way his hand and mouth move around you and trying to keep from jerking against him again.

“First and last” gasping as his fingers push into you, feeling your sloppy wetness and the weight behind his words. A single tear forming in your eye, understanding he means that if he says that you’re going to be his only one. 

“Vash” ignoring his request to relax your hands are scrambling to pull him closer so you can kiss him, partially sitting up and cupping his cheeks. His fingers still pumping and twisting inside of you, making you moan against his lips. A moan you’re certain you can hear him returning. “I love you so much.” A whisper that your heart wants to scream to the world, but you’ll wait because he wants to keep that attention away from you. Another sign he wants to cherish you far more than he lets the world see.

“And I love you” followed by your name from his lips more like a prayer than a whisper. His prosthetic slipping under you and along your back to undo the clasp keeping your bra in place, and sitting back up to help you remove it. “Are you ready?”

Nodding and licking your lips, his fingers removed with a wet noise from your core, reaching to pull your underwear down your hips. Only to be stopped as he pushes you down, removing them slowly as if he’s unwrapping a gift, standing long enough to remove his own undergarment before kneeling between your thighs and opening your legs. Lost as if in a daze while he stares at you, a raging heat burning across your face at the attention. 

Using the hand he’d been fingering you with he’s pumping his cock the head red and swollen before pressing it against your slit. Moving it up and down collecting the wetness along his skin, gasping, followed by a chuckle. “It’s like you’re trying to suck me in.” 

“Of course I am. Ready to take that pretty cock for the first time.” Wiggling your eyebrows at him while he swallows his nerves returning. Both of your hands reaching out to settle against his lower arms, a reassuring squeeze. “Just take your time Sunshine.” 

A quick lick of his lips, and he’s lining the head of his cock up with your entrance, leaning forward a little and starting to press himself into you. Arching your neck back as you feel Vash start to breach your entrance, moaning at the sensation and a soft whine from your pretty plant man as he enters that warm ring of muscles. You’re wet enough that you know he can slide all the way in if he wants, your hands still gripping his arms as he fills you. As familiar as you are with his cock, you have to admit he feels so good moving against your insides, just the right amount of stretch to your inner walls. Another soft whine and your head is tilting to watch Vash’s face, a sheen of perspiration across his forehead and biting his lip, eyes clenched shut. 

“You feel so good Sunshine.” Moving one of your hands to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing along the skin under his eye. Watching as they open and you can see the haze he’s swimming in, while working himself into you. “Just keep moving, just like that” soft encouragement and it’s not long until you feel his hips flushed with yours and he shudders. 

“Feels really tight” this time it’s you having to bite your lip, but because of his words sounding so innocent while he’s buried in your wet heat and twitching like a live wire. “I ugh” stumbling over his words, you smile feeling your eyes soften as you gaze at him, heart full of love.

“Just take your time, I promise you feel so good Vash. When you wanna move, start moving, ok?” Watching the smallest of nods while he seems to focus on his breathing, before starting to pull himself out of you a look of sheer concentration on his face. It doesn’t take long for him to get the idea of what he needs and wants to do, starting to move with gentle thrusts. Lowering his chest to yours, the scarred tissue rough and rubbing against your nipples sending waves pleasure all through your body. 

Hands moving while he seems to be focusing on the shifting of his hips so you can touch the skin along his back. Resting your palms over his shoulder blades, feeling the scars and pieces of metal pressing into your skin. Closing your eyes and just enjoying the feeling of him moving, hearing him panting beside your head. The noises he makes a symphony you’re already loving, knowing it’s the first time it’s been played and it’s being played for you. Just you. “So good baby.” Tumbling from your lips, and he does feel oh so good. 

Pausing to adjust his arms, leaning on them above your head and letting more of his weight rest against your body. His head is almost level with yours, turning ever so slightly and panting across his warm skin. Watching him shiver, while he keeps moving, feeling a sense of euphoria building inside you. It’s then you notice it, the tightness of his shoulders, and the way his brow is furrowed biting his lower lip hard enough it appears white. Removing a hand from his shoulders to the back of his head to tangle in his sweaty locks. 

“Vash, baby. Don’t hold back because of me.” Turning his face towards you, sweat almost pouring down his face, but his face is taunt. At least like this you can reach his lips, kissing him with all the passion you can muster, making both of you moan. “Don’t worry about making me cum. I want you to feel good for your first time, it might not happen if you keep focusing on me.” 

“But, ah.. I want you… to finish with me…” panting as if he’s been running a marathon instead of having sex with you, unsure if he’s stroking your ego that he wants you to cum with him, or making you ready to cry from all the affection burning in your chest.

A part of you wondering what you could have ever done to get so lucky to fall in love with someone so wholesome. Someone clearly as enamored with you, as you are with him. “Just look after yourself right now.” Another quick fiery press of lips, and you watch his eyes roll somewhat in his skull. “You’ll have more chances to make me cum with you baby.” Almost as if your words are finally reaching him, head turned and kissing the top of your shoulder he seems to move faster, harder inside of you. Teeth grazing against the muscles of your trapezius, tongue lapping at your skin as he bucks widely against you. 

At that pace, and still focused on how he feels inside you, you start to squeeze your inner muscles around him. Hearing his gasp, almost breathless as he says your name in your ear, cuming hard. A few weak thrusts as he keeps spurting inside of you, a warmth filling your core with just how hot his seed feels. 

His full weight collapsing on top of you as he breathes in, his whole body heaving as he comes down from that high. Your hands running along his shoulders and head, while he seems to be nosing at your hair in between breaths. “You feel so good, Mayfly.” All you can do is smile, waiting for him to catch his breath loving every minute of it. 

“You do too, my Sunshine. I’m glad you wanted this tonight.” Hands still moving while he starts to soften inside you, and you feel content to just stay like that. “I love you, so much.” You find yourself whispering into his skin, feeling the sweat drip down the few spaces between your bodies and plopping against your fevered flesh. 

“I love you too.” Pushing himself up onto his elbows so he can look down into your eyes, closing the distance to your lips in short order. Humming with your mouth open, tasting the salt on his lips and the hint of something sweet. Forehead against yours when he pulls back, nose pressed against one anothers. “In a few minutes I wanna go again, wanna feel what you feel like when you cum around me.” 

Laughing a little as you chase his lips “gladly.” Another round later, and Vash does feel you cum around his cock, pulling him with you. Both of you falling asleep like that, bodies intertwined and wrapped in the rough cotton sheets. The infamous Humanoid Typhoon, legendary ladies man, no longer a virgin. Even the tabloids wouldn’t believe that story, not that either of you would be willing to tell it to them. 

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[freddieslater]

Hope living with Jeremy? :O

Thank you bestie, you're so cool ily !! I know what I've written here doesn't actually have a lot of Hope living with Jeremy lmao but this scene actually follows on from an interaction between the two of them, and I swear there is a lot more of them throughout the rest of the fic, this just happens to be where I left off last time I was writing

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"A football game?" Hope repeats, eyebrow raised.

Alaric nods but doesn't seem bothered about elaborating further.

"So, there's a troll on the loose right now - probably looking for me or already knocking on the school doors where your daughters live, and you... want me to play in a football game?"

"That's right," he says.

She stares at him. He stares back. They both know what's happening here. He thinks he's being smart by pretending this task he's giving her is crucial to the bigger plan, and she knows he's bullshitting so he can try to figure it all out himself.

"I'm not going to waste time playing football," she tells him plainly.

"You won't be wasting time," he insists. "If, like you said, the troll is going to the Salvatore School, then we both need to be there. This football game is the only way that can happen." He sighs. "Look, no one there remembers you."

"Well aware of that, thanks," she snaps.

His features soften. "I know. What I'm saying is that you can't just waltz onto the grounds. They won't let you, they'll think you're one of Malivore's monsters."

He has a point there. It would be her first thought. She shifts uncomfortably, her scowl deepening the more she considers his plan. There's a reason she never signed up for the Salvatore School's sports teams - she's not good at sports. Nor does she enjoy any part of them.

Alaric straightens. He shrugs. "So, either you play in the football game or you can go back to the house. Jeremy's got a strict training schedule, but I'm sure he'd be happy to let you join him, if that's what you want. Between the two of us, he doesn't have a lot of friends. In his words, it's not easy to make friends and keep them when we live in a world full of vampires, werewolves and witches. You know, you two might have more in common than you think."

She glares at him, refusing to let his low blow sting. "Fine. I'll play in the stupid game."

And because I appreciate you sending me a request, here is another little scene that was actually the sole reason I wanted to write this fic:

"You know," Jeremy huffs, stopping to catch his breath, "you remind me a lot of someone."

Hope takes another swing at him, forcing him to step back. He laughs in surprise, shakes his head, then motions for her to try again as he readies himself this time.

"I hear that a lot, funny enough," she says dryly. "Kind of comes with everyone who ever knew you having their memory wiped of your existence." She swings again, sinking her fist into the palm of his hand as he blocks the blow, to her frustration. "People don't actually remember you but they know there's some familiar about you."

Jeremy shakes his head again. "That's not what I mean."

"No?" She ducks his fist with ease and snaps back up to trap his arm in both her hands. She raises an eyebrow. "Then what did you mean?"

He escapes her grasp, though she's not entirely sure how. He's faster than she thought he would be for a human. Stronger, too. Not quite werewolf or vampire strong, but definitely stronger than he should be.

He puts a few feet between them and she lets him, taking the opportunity to catch her own breath as her heart furiously dents the inside of her ribcage.

"I knew this guy, long time ago," he says. "Bit of a dick."

"And I remind you of him? High praise. Thanks a lot."

Jeremy laughs and waves a hand at her pointedly. "He would've said the same thing." He tilts his head. "Or he'd have ripped my arm off. He had a bit of a temper. Tried to kill me a few times, actually."

"Sounds like a great guy," Hope says sarcastically, and grabs her water bottle off the ground, taking a drink.

"Not really," Jeremy agrees, "but he also wasn't the worst. He was actually my only friend for a while. I met him at college. Turned out, though, he was a vampire who was sent by his brother to keep an eye on me so he could kill me if my sister pissed him off too much. Which kinda sucked, because I actually liked him. I got a dog and we'd take it on walks together. So, yeah, he was a bit of a dick sometimes, but not all the time."

Hope pushes the lid back down on the bottle as she absorbs this. She tries to swallow the lump in her throat as a small smile fights its way onto her face.

"He sounds a bit like my uncle," she confesses. "Or at least, that's how my parents used to talk about him." She rolls her eyes, a chuckle escaping her now. "My mom told me my dad would complain about him all the time, but that, deep down, he would do anything for him."

Jeremy shrugs one shoulder, grabbing his own water bottle as he says, "That's just how families are. I know Elena and I have had our fair share of fights and haven't always had the best things to say about each other, but... at the end of the day, we understand each other better than most people ever will."

She nods slowly and bites down hard on her cheek. It doesn't stop the stinging in the back of her eyes no matter how much she wills it to. She swipes the back of her hand over her face under the pretence of wiping sweat out of her eyes.

"What was your friend's name?" she asks, trying to distract herself from the attack on her mind that thinking about her parents always seems to bring on. "Unless you made him up. Ric told me you don't exactly have many friends."

"Oh, did he?" Jeremy tosses his water bottle back to the ground with a grin, then says, "Well, he was definitely real, and if you don't believe me, you can ask Ric. Kol tried to kill him once or twice as well."

Hope freezes. "What?"

"Yeah, like I said. Bit of a dick. Then again, just about everyone in my life has tried to kill me at least once. Damon did kill me."

Her heart was beating too loud to hear anything he said.

"I... I need to go," she says.

She doesn't give any explanation; she walks back into the house and right out the front door. Though, where she's going, she has no idea. Her feet keep moving and she lets them carry her - all the way into the town square. She stops abruptly as her eyes are drawn to the Mystic Grill. Landon doesn't notice her, watching him as he clears one of the tables. He heads back inside without so much as glancing in her direction. The tears come freely now.

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All of me.

Part 2.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, angst, a little fluff, smut, violence and other pairings.

Words: 4.3k

Author's note: Although this story is not related to the Duskwood game, I will add some of our beloved characters. Please read it only if you're into angst prison stories, slow burns, etc. A little hint: You will get to see some similarities to Jake and his gang from "Never The Same" fic.

My morning was hell once again. Jake got beaten up for disobeying the rules. We did our exercise routine, followed by the showering routine. Again, I got touched by hands once I closed my eyes, and the comments never stopped. Breakfast was a disaster, and for the second morning in a row, I didn't eat any of it.

I just couldn't bring myself to it. It didn't matter that I was hungry and felt like I really needed to eat something, but I refused to put the brown vomiting stuff inside my mouth. I was pretty sure I would throw it back up if I eat it, so I spared myself the trouble.

After breakfast, I was instructed to follow a group of inmates who were apparently in the same work group as me. Of course, the god of bad luck was on my side, and before I could register it properly, I stood on a counter with Jake. Both of us were in charge of folding the clothes that came out of the drier. It was a pretty easy task, and I was happy I could do something that felt at least a little like home to me.

Of course, I wasn't happy that I had to do it with my scary cellmate, but it was better than doing nothing. With my new task, at least the time went by a little faster. There weren't any comments that were thrown at me at this place, and nobody tried to touch me. Everybody was busy with their job and I was invisible here. I liked that I wasn't the center of attention and that I could just do something to make myself useful.

With great precision, I folded the clothes and everything else that came out of the drier. Pants, shirts, sheets, underwear, socks. It didn't matter to me as long I could keep myself busy and didn't have to think about everything that happened and was still happening. I looked over at Jake and saw that the other hadn't folded more than three pieces of clothing while I was already through two whole baskets of laundry.

I looked around myself, already guessing what would happen if the other didn't start with his task anytime soon. I could already feel how my heartbeat started to increase in speed, and an anxious feeling started to spread through my body.

If Jake didn't do his job, he would probably get another beating, and another beating meant that there would be commotion around me. Commotion meant attention, and the last thing I wanted was attention anywhere near me. I wanted to be invisible, and the other was making that impossible for me.

There wasn't anything I could do about it, though. I could never face the other male, I was scared to the bone of him. I didn't even dare to look at the other boy if there was any chance that Jake could detect me doing it. The only time I dared to look at the male was if his back was turned to me.

I saw how one of the officers started to make his way in our direction. With my head down and my hands busy folding the laundry, I tried to ignore the officer.

"Dalton! Is there something wrong with your hands? Why aren't you doing your job?!" The officer scolded angry at Jake, and he walked behind the counter.

I didn't dare to look at the two men next to me, but the dull sounds of someone being hit told me enough. Jake never answered the officer, and I guessed that that was one of the reasons the officer had gone off at the male. I heard the five hits Jake got, all of them getting harder than the previous one.

I swore I even heard a low grunt leaving Jake's mouth at the fifth hit. I couldn't imagine how the male was still able to collect all the hits. He was getting beaten up at least three times a day, his whole body must be sore and blue from all the hits but still Jake didn't show any weakness if another round of hits started once again.

"This is your last warning Dalton, if I come back, I expect that all of your baskets are empty and folded. If not... Well you will find out what happens if it's not done." The officer evilly laughed and walked away.

I glimpsed at the male next to me, shocked by his appearance. For five short seconds, it looked like Jake showed some weakness. He was hunched over the counter, and his breathing was heavy. His eyes were closed, and after two deep breaths, he composed himself completely. I immediately looked back in front of me to prevent myself from being caught staring and possibly ending up dead.

I folded my last laundry basket in a precise and way too neatly way. I was sure I did it way too perfect for prison standards, but I didn't care. I hated it when people did their job, not right, and even in prison, I would make sure that if I did something, I did it well. I gave Jake another glimpse, and I saw that he still wasn't much further with his baskets than before. There was something different about him this time, though.

Last time, Jake hadn't folded any because he decided not to do so. This time, he looked like he couldn't do so. Jake was clearly holding himself up with one hand, and his other was slowly folding the laundry from the basket next to him. A wave of compassion flooded my mind, and without thinking about my action, I grabbed one of Jake's baskets and started to fold the laundry that was in it.

I wasn't a bad person, and it was clear that the other needed help right now. I clearly hadn't much of a choice than to offer that help, even if it was to someone who might end up killing me. I saw how Jake looked at me for a short moment, but both of us said nothing about it. Because I was still too afraid to talk to the other and Jake because he simply didn't wanna talk to me, I suppose.

Both of us kept folding the laundry in silence, and it wasn't long before I grabbed another one of Jake's baskets and started to fold the laundry that was in there, too. I slided some of my piles with folded laundry to Jake's side of the counter so it would look like the male had folded them instead of me.

I didn't want another round of commotion around the both of us, and I was pretty sure Jake couldn't face another round. The male was already struggling to hold himself up, and occasionally, a soft grunt would leave his mouth if he made a wrong move.

Almost ten minutes later, all baskets were empty, and all the folded laundry piles were evenly divided between the two of us. I almost smiled at the sight, but I suddenly remembered where I was and with who I was, keeping me from it. I was in no position to smile. My life was still over, and I was still inside this hell of a prison with a cell mate that could kill me at any moment. I saw movement in my right eye, and the same officer as before walked up to us.

"I see that you decided to be smart for once, Dalton? I suggest you keep this up!" The man blurred at Jake, earning him a scowl from the male. He didn't say anything back, though, and I was glad he didn't. I hadn't done all this work to be part of another commotion again.

"One of you put these on the shelves over there, and the other can stand watch over the guys who control the washing machines." The officer said while he pointed from the piles of laundry to the shelves and the guys at the washing machines.

I didn't say anything to Jake, but I started to put the piles on the shelves, knowing that the other couldn't do the job at the moment. I heard a soft sigh leave the others' mouths while he slowly walked over to the washing machines and slouched against the counter over there.

I could only hope that my good deed didn't go unnoticed by my cellmate, and it would give me some more time before Jake ended up killing me. I could only hope that the other would see that I was a friendly person and that there was no reason to kill me.

I sighed and carried out my job, and almost an hour later, we all were released from our jobs for our lunch break. With our heads down and our hands in front of us, we were being escorted back to the canteen once again. I could only hope that lunch was somewhat bearable like yesterday.

It was the only meal I could eat at the moment, and judging by how my body felt at the moment, I needed it pretty bad. I could only hope that the angels were for once on my side this lunch break.

Of course, luck wasn't on my side once again. The food was somewhat okay, but the people who were surrounding me were anything except from okay. I had decided to pick a spot that looked pretty empty, but within a few minutes, I was surrounded by four gross looking guys. They weren't clearly there to make small talk with me or join me for lunch.

I knew why they were here, and it freaked me out. I didn't want anything to do with them, and the fact that two of them were way too close for my liking wasn't helping either. I could only look down at my untouched plate and hope they would leave me alone if I ignored them. My breath was heavy, and my heartbeat was going at a rapid speed. I started to shake softly, and my body filled itself with anxiety.

"Come on, princess, talk to us. We would like to get to know you before we take you to our secret spot." One of the men said while he smirked evilly at me.

The man creeped me out, I knew they only wanted me for my body, and I was feeling really uncomfortable. I felt how the man on my right slided closer to me, and a rough hand traveled up my upper leg. I immediately flinched at the feeling, darting away from the man. Only to land in the arms of the other man on my left.

I felt how the other man traveled his hands up my torso, getting way too close to my neck and face. Heavy breaths made their way out of my mouth, and tears started to form in my eyes. Why couldn't they send me to women only jail? I felt completely helpless and alone. In this moment, there was nobody in here that would rescue me from these four men, and I could only hope that the guards would see what was happening anytime soon.

"Do you wanna come with us, princes-" The man that had started to talk suddenly fell silent, and the hands that were traveling up my body left in an instant.

"Leave." Jake's voice came out of nowhere, his voice dangerously low and demanding. All four of the men did immediately what Jake told them, and within five seconds, my table was completely empty. I heard how Jake took place in front of me, and I gave him a quick glance.

Jake didn't look at me, though. He just started to eat his lunch like nothing had happened before. I slowly grabbed some of my old and almost hardened bread. I gave a quick look at the food Jake got, and a slightly jealous feeling took me over. I wanted to have what the other was having. I had no idea how Jake got what he had, but I was willing to do whatever it took to get the same kind of food he had.

I saw how Jake gave me a short look before I knew it. He threw one of his fresh breads with fried eggs onto my plate. I stared at it with big eyes, not believing what just happened. My eyes darted from Jake to his plate, and I saw how he reached out to my cup filled with some old milk.

Jake stood up with my cup, walking over to the sink, and he threw it all away. He slowly made his way back to me and sat down in front of me again. He grabbed his own cup and emptied half of it in my one. He placed the cup in front of me and grabbed hold of his own food.

"Eat."

Was the only word that left Jake's mouth, and without thinking twice, I started to devour the new food and drink. I didn't know that I could be happy with such a small thing. When I was at home, bread with eggs meant nothing to me, but here it tasted like a whole five course meal.

I loved every bite of it, and it was too soon gone for my liking. I was happy that I finally got to eat something though, my stomach immediately felt a whole lot better, and a happy sigh left my mouth. I slowly looked up at the male in front of me, I was still scared of him but not as much as I was before. Maybe the male wasn't as bad as I first thought he was. Maybe he just had a short temper.

I gave Jake a thankful look, still not feeling comfortable talking to him. Jake finished his food, and he stood up from the table. I had no idea if I should follow the male or stay seated, I didn't know what the other expected from me. Jake looked back at me, seeing that I wasn't following him.

"You coming doll face?" Jake asked as he started to leave the room, dropping his plate at the counter by the exit. I didn't need to think twice about the invitation, I would do anything to leave this room with all the creepy men. Within a few seconds, I had dropped my plate at the counter and had followed Jake outside.

Jake sat on a small stone wall out of sight of the guards. I slowly walked up to him, still somewhat afraid of the male. The fact that he shared his food with me didn't mean he wouldn't kill me. I walked up to the male and awkwardly stopped a short distance away from him. I saw how Jake lighted a cigarette, and my eyes widened at the sight.

"Don't worry, doll face, I'm allowed to smoke... Are you gonna sit down, or are you staying there the whole time?" He asked me while one of his eyebrows was raised questionably. I slowly walked up the male and placed myself next to him on the stone wall.

"You want one?" He then asked again while he held the pack of cigarettes in front of me.

"No thanks." I whispered quietly.

"Figured so, you didn't seem like the smoking type to me." Jake mumbled while he took another heave of his cigarette.

I could only look at the other in shock. I had no idea why the other was even talking to me or why he asked me to sit with him. I didn't even know why Jake helped me back in the canteen. I knew nothing about the other, and it scared me. The same guy who helped me was also the guy who killed his last cell mate, and that fact alone was enough to make me shiver with fear. I really wanted to know why the other helped me, though.

"W-why did you help me back in the canteen?" I stuttered softly. It took me all my courage just to ask that question alone.

"You helped me in the laundry, a deed for a deed. It's as simple as that." Jake answered casually while he took another heave of his cigarette.

"Anyone coming to see you tonight? Visiting hours is at seven."

I looked up at the other again, I didn't expect another question from the male beside me.

"I hope my mom comes and visits me." I answered while tears started to fill my eyes once again. It had only been two days but I had already missed my family big time. I and my family had always been close with each other, but now that one of the daughters was dead and the other was in prison, not much of the happy family was left.

Silence fell between betwne us and the both of us were occupied inside our own minds. It wasn't until twenty minutes later that an officer yelled that break time was over and we had to go back to our jobs. Both of us were shaken from our own minds. Jake and I both jumped down from the wall, and the latter looked like he was in a lot less pain than an hour before, and together, we walked back to the laundry.

I was glad I could go back to the simple task that would keep me occupied for the rest of the afternoon. Jake, on the other hand, was everything but glad. He hated the job, but he was willing to put up with it only today. He knew he couldn't take any more hits, and just for the sake of his precious body, he would keep himself under the radar. I was glad Jake kept in line for the rest of the day, and I was glad I could pretend to be invisible.

Visiting an hour was in ten minutes, and all the inmates that were expecting a visitor were allowed to go to the visiting room to wait there for their relative. I was really glad when my name was announced on the list. At least there was someone coming to visit me tonight. I could only hope it would be my mother. If there was one person on the planet I wanted to see right now, it would be her.

After the regular routine of standing in front of our cells with our heads down and our hands in front of us, the whole group was led to the visiting room. I was being one of the first ones to enter sit down in my assigned seat. My heart was beating fast in my chest and anxiety flowing in my veins. I really hoped my mother would come to see me, but I was also scared.

What if my mother had started to believe everything that had happened and was here to abandon me forever. I was already feeling pretty alone now that I was in this hell hole. I had to call home, but if my mother abandoned me too, that would be the end of me. If there was one thing I couldn't handle, it would be that. Two really long minutes had passed when the door finally opened again, revealing not the person I hoped would walk through it but one of the guards.

"Listen! Rules are pretty simple! You keep seated in your seat, no touching, keep the volume low, and when I tell you it's over, you all stand up and walk back to your cells right away without touching your visitor. Am I clear!?" The guard yelled at the group of inmates that were in the room. The room kept silent, and with an approving nod, the guard left the room again.

Another two long minutes passed by, and when the door opened again, visitors slowly walked inside the room. I couldn't be happier when I saw my mother walking through the door right behind a tall young man with dark hair. Tears immediately started to form in my and my mother's eyes and with a few quick passes my mother was in front of our table, both of us not being able to say anything except for the soft sobs that left our mouths.

"Mom..." I softly sobbed while I looked at her with tear streaked eyes and cheeks.

"It's okay, baby. Everything's gonna be okay." My mother sobbed back, clearly trying to convince herself as hard of her own words as she tried to convince me.

"I'm so sorry." I sobbed again while I furiously tried to wipe the tears away from my face. I hated that I couldn't touch my mother, I would do anything to get a hug from her right now.

My mother's hugs had always brought a form of comfort to me, and to know that I would never feel them again broke me in a million pieces. It would, from now on, always be how we were now, separated by a table or by huge prison walls and bars.

"It's okay, don't cry, Mc. Please show me your beautiful smile again." My mother pleaded with me while she tried to compose herself as well. After a full minute, I finally managed to calm myself down and show my mother my smile again at her request.

"Did you put the flowers at Sina's grave for me? The pink ones she liked so much?" I suddenly asked my mother. The fact that I was sentenced to a life in prison for killing my sister didn't mean that I didn't care about her anymore.

"Of course I did, I'm sure your sister would have liked them if she could have seen them in person." My mother said lovingly to me while she gave me a soft smile.

Our conversation carried on for a while, and I was glad there was finally someone in here who I trusted completely. Finally, a familiar face that was just here for me, someone who loved me unconditionally despite what I was here for.

My eyes wander shortly through the room, growing big once they fall on the mop of dark jet black hair two tables diagonally from me. I could see the back of Jake's head and the face of his visitor, both of them too engaged in their own conversation to notice my eyes on them. Both of them looked like they were having a really serious conversation, and by the looks of it, both were not happy with what they were discussing.

I could see Jake's shoulders tense up multiple times, and his visitor didn't look too happy either. The dark haired man's eyes looked like they were gonna shoot fire at any moment and the fact that he pressed his lips multiple times harshly together to keep himself from lashing out didn't help anymore to keep him from looking like someone that was gonna explode at any moment. I had no idea what the two were discussing, but both of them clearly weren't happy with it, and that alone fuelled my curious nature.

"5 more minutes!" The guard from earlier yelled through the room, and at the same moment, I saw how Jake's visitor slipped something under the table to Jake. He grabbed it almost invisibly and put it away in his pants. Both of them acted like nothing happened, and not a moment later, Jake's visitor stood up and left the room.

Jake now on his own started to look through the room, and I immediately snapped my head back to my mother. To say our goodbye was hard was an understatement, both I and my mother cried our eyes out and my mother had been the last to walk out of the room, telling me about a million times that I should eat properly and that everything would be alright.

"Everybody back in line! Hands in front of you and your head down!" The guard yelled at us again, and within a minute, everybody except from Jake did as we were told. Jake was once again right behind me, and I already hated the fact that I would be in the middle of the comotion once again.

"Your mom looks pretty doll face. You both got the same crying face." Jake laughed softly at me while he gave me a soft push forward. I completely ignored the comment, knowing fully well that if I would react and the guard saw it, I would get a beating as well and if there was one thing I didn't want it was getting beaten up. Of course, Jake got scolded once again for his disobedience, and after a few hits, all of us were sent back to our cells to stay there for the night.

I really didn't understand why Jake always seemed like he was looking for reasons to get beaten up by the guards. The tasks were all pretty easy, and Jake could complete them without any problem, but he always chose not to and get beaten up over it. I really didn't understand why he would want to get beatings for fun, but I decided not to ask my cellmate about it.

It wasn't my business, and I didn't wanna be part of it either. Once we arrived at our cells, I had gone straight to bed and had fallen pretty quickly asleep. This time without crying and without pissing off my cellmate. The visit from my mother had done me good so I had no reason to cry right now and also the fact that I was sure that there probably weren't any tears left inside my body after our emotional meeting.

Of course, I missed her already, but I knew that she still loved me and that she didn't hold a grudge against me for the killing of Sina. My sister that I loved dearly was now nothing more than a lifeless body in the earth now.

[quinloki]

Ship It, Ship It Real Good (Part 2)

The other snake person. Modeus ate the scale-scale fruit and it's also a Zoan-type but not a mythical one. He turns into a Yuanti-like critter.

As a D&D nerd, I thought you'd appreciate that one. I'll include a pic from the monster manual that he's based off of at the end. Modeus, named after Asmodeus the mouse-eating snake from the Redwall series (can't remember if he was in Redwall or Mossflower), is an olive oil green snake.

Unlike Avalon, he can change between his human form, a hybridized form between the two, and the snake form. Even as a snake he has two arms. He's VERY LARGE and has some hidden pockets under his back scales where he stores scimitars. He looks unarmed as a snake but he is very armed. Unlike the Yuanti in the picture, his face is broader and he has more pronounced head ridges that are more hornlike. He has a shit-ton of sharp pointy teeth and he enjoys eating a healthy diet of people.

He mostly eats Marines and fishmen. Yes, I said fishmen. I see him as running afoul with Marines and ending up in prison next to Arlong at some point. If there's an escape, they're both getting out and not getting along. Modeus uses Arlong to get out of prison and far away from the Marines, Arlong uses Modeus to get out of prison and find his way back to the Grandline (because last we saw Arlong canonically, he was in the East Blue under arrest).

If Arlong gets a ship, Modeus occasionally eats one of Arlong's crew until he finds the island he wants to disembark. At some point, I imagine him finding his way to the Cross Guild and staying with them. I can see him getting along well enough with Sir Crocodile and having a healthy respect for Mihawk. He continually harasses Buggy and hates that he can't eat Alvida because every time he makes a grab for her he just slides off.

Modeus prefers his snake form but if he needs to "blend in" he'll opt for his hybrid form. His hybrid form is basically a human with alopecia so he wears a ton of clothes as this allows him to hide in plain sight. He skin has an iridescent quality to it making him look like he's shiny and beautiful but if you pay close attention it's his scales rippling just underneath the surface of his skin.

His DF doesn't really like the hybrid form and wants to be either one or the other, so the scales are always trying to surface when he's in hybrid mode. He wears a hat that he pulls low to cover his eyes. He can keep claws and teeth hidden in hybrid form but his eyes always look reptilian with the extra eyelid-lens thing that snakes have to protect their eyes and kind of clean them. He also still has a forked tongue that flicks in and out in hybrid form.

He 100% uses the tongue for tracking purposes. The Cross Guild uses him to track people and gather information because he can sneak around better than anyone else.

"Enjoys eating a healthy diet of people."

So he is Not friend-shaped. At least not right at the start of things O_O (I Love the frustration of dealing with Alvida's devil fruit XD )

Honestly, I love all the vibes with the Cross-Guild. The idea that Buggy's only safe because he's specifically on the Do No Eat list which, probably only actually includes Buggy, since Crocodile and Mihawk have nothing to fear >.>

Buggy, by virtue of constantly failing upward, wouldn't be eaten even if he wasn't on the DNE list. But that would be even more frustrating for Modeus than Alvida.

I love your OCs <3 I gotta admit though that this one scares me a little. Too bitey. Not friend shaped. (affectionate, I mean this all affectionately).

Ship it Good ask game

[fragmentofmemories]

What's the point of Major change in CoH? I know you can keep your spells if you change from a spellcasting major to another, but is there any other reason to do so?

Good question! There are actually a ton of benefits to reclassing in CoH1, one of which you've mentioned here.

1) Spell Learning

Like you said, reclassing allows a character to carry over most of their spells, and gain the ability to learn new ones they couldn't have access to in their previous major. This is probably the main benefit of reclassing, not just in CoH but in most other DRPGs.

For example: Rin in my Solo Run, having access to nearly every spell in the game after going from Mage -> Devout -> Evoker

Beware, however, that not every spell will be carried over when reclassing.

This boils down to these numbers, which determine a major's proficiency in each spell type. Each number represents the amount of spells they can learn for each tier.

In Rin's case, for example, she can have up to three black magic spells per tier. This means, for example, that if you move from a class with 4 in B.Magic proficiency to one with 2, the character in question will forget two of their spells.

I don't know the exact details regarding which spells are forgotten and which are kept. But just to be safe: forget any spell you consider unnecessary, so you can keep the ones you actually want when reclassing.

Each major has its own proficiency, which you can look below.

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2) HP Increasing

A useful part of reclassing is that it doesn't reset your HP back to what it was at Level 1. Instead, it only halves your current Max HP.

Though this might not seem like a lot, it actually works more like a snowball effect.

For example: If a level 50 character has 2000 HP, reclassing them will set them at Level 1 with 1000 HP.

Thus, by the time the character gets back to level 50, they will most likely have way more than 2000 HP.

Because of this, it is genuinely possible to reach the cap of 9999 HP, provided you have the patience for it.

3) Class Exclusive Skills

A minor point, but still worth mentioning, is that you'll be able to use certain class skills you would not have in your previous one.

For example: Changing to a Cleric will allow your character to appraise items. Changing to an evoker will let you use evoker rings and summon monsters, and so on.

Now one thing to ask yourself is: Do you need to reclass?

CoH1 allows for easy catching up thanks to the donation mechanic, so the drawback of returning to Level 1 isn't all that punishing. Your stats are also kept intact, though that is a minor point knowing their low caps.

But reclassing isn't exactly necessary to beat the game. If you play smart enough, you can get by with whatever team comp you made at the start.

Reclassing does, however, make the game much easier to complete. With enough patience, it can allow for "perfect" teams, with access to nearly every spell in the game and thousands of health.

Think of it as something like, idk, Fire Emblem reclassing: You certainly don't need to do it, but it makes your characters much more versatile if you do.

Hopefully, this answers your question, and good luck with CoH1!