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You know since our girl claire redfield is finally getting the spotlight and out of capcoms basement with the code veronica remake.. I'll try finish the Fic much quicker, though every idea slips from my head when I write 😭
I want capcom to keep the goofiness of Code veronica SO BAD
I woke up today and saw that Code Veronica is getting a remake 👀. Hell yeah!!
The gundam Rogue Orbit along with Gen ATLUS looks fucking insane as well.
Happy FF7 remake is getting a third installment.
Last Ronin Look hella sick.
Bloody Tupac and Snoop Dog ✌️😭
Runescape looks fun.
ALIEN ISOLATION 2 that's just peak and Wolf among us 2 as well.
AOT 3 FUCKING FINALLY!!
watched the whole 4hrs live stream and I'm excited for probably all of the games that were shown.
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Guys I have 200hrs on Crimson Desert and since the release I have some fics drafted away.
The characters are majority of the greymanes, Damiane, some of the witches and the white crow.
Naira definitely has my heart as my favourite greymane. (I definitely don't have 3 fics drafted for her.)
I was going to Pre-make a masterlist of all the fics upcoming soon.
Don't worry! My sciel fic + the claire one's are nearly finished, it's just that crimson desert is my new obsession.
(And I can put my studies on hold for a week to work on the fics.)
The people demand more Lara Croft x Knight reader
Did someone say more knight!reader x Lara Croft…mhmmm well.. that I can very much do and I will feed yall…
Now, I had a tiny devil on my shoulder (my beta reader) and they mentioned something about a good luck bj before a jousting tournament… AND WHAT CAN I SAY IM A FREAAAAAK SOOOO YES MA’AM I WILL BE WRITING THIS OUT
Imagine: It’s some random festival Croft House has been invited to, the House hosting it has made them honorable guests and is hoping to win Lord Croft’s approval in hopes to marry his son off to Lara.
Spoiler, Lord Richard Croft and his wife, Lady Amelia were not very much impressed and Lara finds the son to be unbearably annoying.
He’s a young lad, the same age as Lara but she likes them a couple years older (you). A knight who has only fought in tournaments and miniature battles but nothing hitting the scale of war, of what bloodshed truly looks like on the battlefield. He isn’t super tall nor buff, in some cases his body doesn’t fill his armor out in the right places. He has good looks, which gives him a confidence boost and popularity among the ladies. He’s good with a lance, but Lara has heard his ideal weapon of choice is a mace and he sucks at charming a woman.
He isn’t smooth with his words and Lara simply isn’t interested in him nor his courting.
But, he is a man and cannot take no for an answer.
At dinner, Lord Brown (head of House Brown and the one hosting this festival) invites the Crofts to dinner to try and get his son and Lara a bit more familiar with each other.
The son, Daemon sits himself close to Lara when supper arrives and tries starting a conversation, but to no one’s surprise, Lara pays zero mind to him and puts all her focus on you, who stands right at her side during dinner.
As the nobles eat, the husbands discuss political debates, the wives bond over their husband’s rash decision-making and the children sit in silence, or Lara does while Daemon chews her ear off.
“My family owns a castle bigger than this one on the outskirts of Surrey, maybe I shall take you there someday.” Daemon smiles charmingly.
“Mhm, sounds lovely.” Lara replies absent mindlessly, more interested in her cooked boar than the man next to her.
“Milady.” Your voice breaks through the boring haze Lara was in.
The brunette is quick to whip her head up at you, cheek stuffed with food but her face seems significantly brighter.
“Yes?” She answers, but it’s muffled due to her dinner.
You chuckle, bending down to one knee and your armor clanking as you grab the cloth napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth.
“This is very unfitting for a Lady.” You say, making sure Lara’s mouth is cleaned before pulling back, you can’t leave lingering touches in front of the nobles.
Lara scoffs at you, before turning her head away from you. Your fingers itch to grasp her jaw and turn her face back towards you, but not right now.
“So,” You continue, gaining her attention again. She can never stay mad at you. “I wager Ser Daemon has not won your favor?” You raise a brow.
Lara rolls her eyes and scoots her chair a little closer, still making sure there’s “ appropriate” space between your face and hers.
“Absolutely not.” She whispers low. “All he babbles about is himself, how many tourneys he’s won, the men he’s unhorsed, the women he’s slept with but he would change for me.” You laugh but Lara doesn’t find it as amusing as you do.
“He’s disgraceful, he told me a lady of my status shouldn’t be riding horseback while shooting bow and arrow. That I should be home and all I need to do is bare his children.” Lara finishes off, gritting her teeth together in anger.
Your face hardens at this information, “I am to joust him on the morrow. He picked me as his first contestant, I’ve heard around from the staff that he thinks I’m easy prey.”
Lara huffs, “You? Easy prey? Unbelievable.” She side-eyes Daemon, but he doesn’t notice as he is talking to his father. “You unhorse him tomorrow and I will have the staff make you a bunch of Jaffa cakes as a thank you gift for when we get back home.”
You chuckle again, and now that’s charming to Lady Lara Croft.
“Your wish is my command, Milady.” You nod, your stare lingers on Lara’s lips before standing up to your full height.
Oh. My. God. Her undergarments are soiled.
The next morning, everyone is excited. The audience cheers and shouts, they’re rowdy even though the joust hasn’t started yet.
Etzli assists you with your armor, chatting happily as he straps the components to its designated body part.
“The views here are gorgeous, don’t you agree Ser? But, I will say nothing beats Paititi.” Etzli smiles up at you.
You smile back, chugging the rest of your wine, then placing it down on the small table side before patting your squire’s head.
“You talk so highly of your homelands, I hope someday the gods will be nice and bless me to see it.”
Your squire nods eagerly at your words, running back to grab your breastplate. “I hope so too, Ser. My mother would love to see the knight that is raising me to be a good man.”
God, you hope you’re raising Eztli right.
As he fastens your breastplate to your chest, Lara makes an appearance, stepping into the tent and standing by the entrance with her hands in front of her.
“Lady Lara?” You ask, prompting your squire to peek from under your arm and is quick to bow his head.
Lara smiles softly, “You don’t need to do that, Eztli.”
He looks up at you, and you give him a reassuring nod to confirm it is in fact all right and he lifts his head back up.
“Eztli.” Lara starts, and you see the boy’s ears perk up. “Could you perhaps leave me and Ser Y/n alone for a bit? I need to talk to her before her jousting begins.”
She holds more power here so Eztli obeys, as he departs, Lara puts a hand on his shoulder to soothe him of any nerves.
“If anyone questions, tell them I dismissed you and if you still get in trouble, come talk to me after. Understood?”
“Understood, Lady Lara.” He mumbles, and leaves the tent.
The brunette turns back to you, her smile went from soft to predatory like, she inches closer, hands still clasped in front of her body.
“I see Eztli got your breastplate on.” You nod, almost hypnotized by the way Lara makes her way to you.
“He was about to get to my arms before you came in.” You speak, but words seem heavy on your tongue.
Lara hums to herself, circling around you as she counts how many pieces of your armor you’re missing, and if the components you have on now will get in the way of what she has in mind.
It won’t, so that’s a plus for her.
“I want to give you my favor before you head off, think of it like a good luck charm, yes?” Lara purrs.
She stops in front of you, and drags her pointer finger down from your chest to the band of your trousers. Heat travels south and you feel the bridge of your nose get hotter, you gulp and stay professional.
“A good luck charm? You make it sound like I’m heading off to war.” You laugh nervously, trying not to get hard at the way Lara looks up at you.
God, you’re such a fool.
She presses a hand to your breastplate and silently guides you back into a chair that you don’t recall ever being there.
Your half-armored frame plops down onto it, the wood creaks beneath your weight and Lara stands between your legs. Your hands automatically land on her hips, but she pushes them away and drops gracefully to her knees.
It finally clicks to you what’s happening and you’re quick to try and guide Lara back up.
“Lara—“ “Please.” She cuts you off, she leans forward to nuzzle her cheek against your hardening length. “I’ve missed you. Ever since we’ve arrived here, that man Daemon has taken all my time away from you, and you’re too busy playing knight to even pay attention to me.”
You laugh breathily, you bring your hand down to pet through Lara’s brown hair, she unbuckles your belt.
“I’m sorry I can’t bathe in your beauty every waking second, trust me, I wish. But, I still have duties to perform.” You gritted your teeth, the morning breeze sending shivers throughout your entire body.
Lara doesn’t respond, she spits into her palm, wraps her pretty fingers around your shaft and starts stroking up and down.
“Fuck.” You groan, throwing your head back and ignoring the way your armor feels restricting.
“Look at me.” Lara orders, and of course you listen.
You lift your head back up and watch, gaze locked as your cock rests heavy on her cheek. Watching as Lara pulls back, presses a sweet kiss to the tip then parts her lips wider and takes all of you in.
You feel like the air got punched from your lungs, like you got knocked off your horse and landed square on your back.
Words die on your tongue, all you could do was pant hopelessly as you watched Lord Richard Croft’s daughter swallow your dick whole.
The brunette keeps going, gagging a little when she hits your pubic bone. Lara takes deep breathes through her nose, then looks up and my god.. you almost become a one-pump chump.
She pulls back, showcasing to you how wet she’s gotten your cock, stops when she hits the tip, sucking and swirling her tongue around it and tasting your pre before slamming back down to the base.
“Gods—“ Your hand grips Lara ponytail at the base, while your other one holds tightly onto the chair’s armrest. “F-fuck.. Lara..”
She whimpers at the tone of your voice, picking up the pace and jerking off whatever left of your shaft she didn’t want to deepthroat anymore.
Lara makes sure to keep eye contact, soaking in how flustered you look. Pink flush dust your cheeks, there’s a thin layer of sweat forming and your hair is starting to stick to your face.
Your hands switch jobs, one re-locates to the armrest while the other moves down to her cheek.
Your thumb strokes the soft skin as Lara bobs her head up and down, eyes half-lidded and body burning from under your armor.
“So pretty.” You mumble, your words and caressing is so soft and gentle. “You look so beautiful like this, my gorgeous girl. Let me make it up to you later, okay sweetheart?”
Lara nods, mouth stuffed to the brim with your cock and she feels like there’s a mess between her thighs.
You throb and twitch on her tongue and she knows you’re on the edge.
“S-shit.. Lara.” Your eyes shut and you grind your teeth together. “I’m close.. fuck I’m so close.. you’re gonna make me come down your throat..”
And she does exactly that, takes you down to the base and works her throat around your length, resulting in you to curse out loudly and climax in her mouth.
Lara moans at the taste and the thick texture, but swallows all that comes her way, not wasting a single drop as she was raised with manners.
Once she’s positive you’ve given her your all, she pulls back with a loud pop and showcases her empty tongue.
You groan low, your thumb continuing to stroke her cheek then it brushes over her swollen bottom lip, and the brunette gladly takes the digit into her mouth.
“You nasty girl.” You grunt, and Lara smiles around your thumb before letting go, tucking you back into your trousers and standing up.
Your hands get right back on her hips, and this time she doesn’t push the away. You press soft, feather-light kisses to Lara’s stomach over her gown, and Lara runs her hand through your strands.
“My good knight.” She praises you. “My charming knight, the only knight I need.”
You whine at her words, rubbing your face against her dress, trying not to get hard again.
“Come. You still have a jousting to complete.” Lara forces you up and coos at your expression.
Flushed in the face and needy.
Just how she likes you.
“If you do good, which I know you will.” She scratches under your chin. “I’ll let you eat me out before dinner, yes? Wouldn’t that be lovely.”
You agree eagerly, and Lara giggles, leaning up to kiss your cheek one last time.
“Now, go be my good knight and win.” She whispers huskily in your ear.
As Lara is leaving the tent, Eztli comes back and gives a quick bow to the departing Lady Croft and walks in to find you still very much red-faced and sweaty.
The young squire raises a brow at the state you’re in. “Why are you so red in the face, Ser?” He questions as he picks up where he left off.
You clear your throat, “Drank too much wine, boy. Don’t worry.”
Lara makes it back to the podium just in time as the announcer blows the horn, indicating the match is going to begin.
House Nishimura has also been invited and Sam whips her head at her best friend as Lara fixes her ponytail and wipes her lips with the back of her hand.
“Where the hell have you been?!” Sam questions. “Your dad was scrambling around trying to find you for a solid ten minutes.”
Lara casually shrugs, politely sitting herself down. “I went to give Y/n my favor, that’s all.”
Sam narrows her gaze at her best friend, suspicious developing deep in her gut.
“Our first contesters of this joust is Ser Daemon Brown, Son to Lord Robert Brown and Heir to House Brown!”
The audience goes wild, cheering as Daemon rides out on his horse, flashing everyone a princely smile.
“Our second contester is Ser Y/n serving under House Croft!” The announcer finishes.
You struct out and despite the lingering flush and sweat from earlier, you look like a knight that’s been pulled from one of the Arthurian legends. Armor so shiny and clean it almost shines pearly white, your helmet is tucked under your arm and your face is stoic as possible.
The crowd gets more rowdy and everyone can feel in their bones that this will be a great start to the festival.
Upon seeing your face, Sam turns towards Lara with an expression mixed between being disgusted and being impressed.
“Oh. My. God. You did not just give your knight sloppy head before a jousting match.” Sam is flabbergasted.
Lara smiles, all smug and not even trying to hide it.
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” She lifts her cup of tea and drinks from it.
Who knew Lady Lara Croft was this nasty? Sam didn’t.
As that’s going on, Richard waves for your father’s attention. The older man drops to one knee right at the Lord’s side, ready to obey.
“Yes, my Lord? Is something troubling you.” Your father asks and Richard cringes in worry at the question.
“Yes, something does trouble me. Is your daughter alright? She looks a little flushed.” Richard answers and your father quirks a brow, before turning his gaze towards you.
You shake your head, and he does spot the tint of redness to your face, before it gets covered up by your helmet.
Your father turns his attention back to Richard. “Yes, I agree she does look a little flushed. Hopefully she hasn’t gotten ill, I shall check up on her after the match ends, my Lord.”
Richard sighs, “Please do. I would feel horrible knowing Y/n has been overworking herself and refusing to sleep.”
Oh Richard, if only you knew…
WOOF BARK WOOF RAHHHHHHH

Always With You
Sciel (from Expedition 33) x Fem! Reader
CW: Death, angst, bit of spice
WC: 1.8k+
A/N: Not my typical stuff I write to celebrate New Year's, but I figured I'd let you guys read this before it goes to my other accounts. Hope you enjoy!
"You're up early."
She was leaning up against the balcony door frame, mug in hand, steam swirling up, and her gaze set on the monolith with the big number 34 on it. Today was the day. The Gommage. Those who were 34 are already deceased. Those who were 33 are next. That was me. I was one year older than her. We met when we were in our late twenties and have stayed together since. We never married. Even though we wanted to, we never did. We knew our fate.
She turned and a small smile formed on her lips, but it soon disappeared. Her head spun back around to face the monolith in the distance. Where the Paintress sat.
"Today's the day," she said.
"It is," I walked up beside her, resting my head on her shoulder.
"We have twenty four hours until you're," she stopped herself. "What do you want to do? Today is your day."
I peered outside to see there were rose petals littering the ground. Those who were next in the Gommage wore their outfits so they stood out from the normal people, the people who had years left to live, and the expeditioners. Some were solemn, others had some smiles on their faces. Others were drunk to the point the alcohol could kill them before they were erased away from existence. Others, well, others were ushered into homes with their loved ones, their partners. I had twenty four hours with Sciel. I was going to spend them with her until it was time.
"We should just stay in for the day."
"You don't want to say goodbye to the others? Gustave? Lune? Not even Maelle?"
"Ok, you got me with Maelle," I chuckled.
She was like our adopted daughter. She lost her parents to the Gommage. Gustave was also like a family figure to her. She didn't know what kind of figure, but he was of importance to her, just like how we were. Whenever she needed girl advice she'd come to us. Whenever she needed advice on fighting and on the project she was doing with Lune, she went to Gustave. She went to all four of us, actually. We were like her family. A family she is slowly losing. I will leave her behind in twenty four hours. Gustave, Lune, and Sciel will leave her in about a year. When that 33 turns into a 32.
"Come on, we should at least see her before you," she stopped herself again.
"I know it's hard for you," I said.
"We've been together since we were almost twenty seven."
"And those were the best damn six years of my life, Sciel," I said.
"We could have married, had a child."
"And then what?" I asked. "Leave him or her without parents? Who would raise a child? There's no one over the age of 34 anymore to look after a kid. Those who are left, those who remain, are barely old enough to look after themselves without someone. Look at Maelle. She has to rely on us, others because her parents are dead."
Sciel nodded, "Ok, maybe not have kids. But we could have at least married."
"Sciel," I placed my hand on her arm. "I wanted to. A year after we were dating, I wanted to go out and buy the most beautiful ring I could find. But I didn't."
"Why's that?"
I never told her what I had planned. That I had planned on asking her to marry me, to spend what little years we had together. But I knew in the end, I'd leave her. She'd be gone the year after me. It felt like it wasn't worth the hassle of being official when we knew deep down, if we had as much time as others, we would have married. We would have had kids.
"It just felt in vain to go through all of that knowing what the end was for us."
"Death comes for us all in the end."
"I know, but I just didn't want to get married, spend x amount of years together, and then die."
"I understand where you're coming from," she whispered.
"Believe me, Sciel," I stepped in front of her. "If I could marry you right now, without the hassle, without the papers, I would."
She chuckled and set her mug down, "Then why don't you? For this day only, we're married."
I smiled and got down on one knee, taking her hands in mine.
"Sciel, the minute I saw you swing that scythe in training, I knew you were the one for me," I chuckled. "You're strong, beautiful, and one hell of a fighter. I will always love and admire that about you. Even after death. Will you do the great honor and be my wife?"
"Yes, Y/N. A thousand times, yes," she smiled widely.
I stood up and pulled her in for a kiss. Which turned into a few pecks here and there before she turned it into a slow, sensual make out. It was full of heat and desire. She led me to the counter, in which she mumbled 'jump' against my lips.
I hopped onto the counter and her hands wrapped around my waist, the pads of her fingers running up and down my night shirt. My hands dug into her hair, making her already messy hair into more of a mess. Her one hand slipped between us and down my pajama pants and past the hem of my undergarments.
"Sciel," I breathed against her lips.
"Let me take care of you."
Her lips kissed at my neck and I tilted my head back, my mouth opening slightly as some moans came out. Her lips trailed from my neck to my collarbone, her fingers making their way to where I needed her to be.
"Sciel," I whispered.
"I got you, Y/N."
Right as we were about to get things even more heated, the bell rang, signaling that today was the day of the Gommage. Both of us sighed as the once silent streets started to grow louder. Kids were yelling and screaming, adults were trying to get them to settle down. It became more lively now.
"Fuck," I whispered.
"What a way to ruin a moment," Sciel laughed as she removed her hand.
"I didn't tell you to stop."
"No, you didn't. But we should at least move away from the balcony door.
"True, true," I hopped down from the counter and was led upstairs into our bedroom.
Once everything was said and done, the two of us sat in the bath for a bit, holding each other close, whispering sweet nothings to one another. When we dried off and I put on my outfit for the Gommage, I met Sciel downstairs, waiting for me. We were going to see Maelle for a little bit before we came back here to be with one another. She had her expedition outfit on, which might I say, she looked amazing in it. I sauntered up to her and pressed a kiss to her lips.
"It's a crime I'm only going to see this today," I chuckled.
"Why? You like it?"
"I do," my eyes trailed down to where it exposed her stomach. There was a scar on her right side.
"Gawk later," she grabbed my hand. "Maelle is waiting for us."
We left our shared apartment and headed into the streets. Others greeted us as we got closer and closer to the harbor. I hated how many people there were, but Sciel knew this is where Maelle would be. Since she was going to be here with Gustave later.
"Maelle!" Sciel called out to her.
She turned, smiled, and waved at us. We made our way over to her as Sciel pulled her into a hug.
"It's good to see you," Maelle said as she pulled away.
"Someone didn't want to see anyone today," Sciel eyed me.
"What?" I shrugged, laughing. "I get to spend my last day however I want to."
"And you didn't want to say goodbye?" Maelle poked at my arm. "Shame."
"When I said your name, she switched her tune."
Maelle smiled sadly at me. She pulled me in for another hug. I hugged her tightly and it didn't take long until both of us were crying.
"I don't want you to go," Maelle whispered.
"I know, Maelle, but we can't stop the Gommage."
"We will," Sciel placed her hand on my shoulder. "Expedition 33 will be the ones to stop the future Gommage."
"And protect the ones who come after," Maelle said.
"I'm counting on you guys," I whispered.
We spent a bit more time with Maelle, walking around the harbor, revisiting places Sciel and I loved to go to. When Gustave didn't arrive, Maelle went in search for him. The two of us returned to the apartment to where Sciel and I walked down memory lane. From the moment I laid eyes on her, to our first date, and to the many photos she had taken of where it was the two of us.
As the last few hours were ticking down, the two of us were on the couch together. I was snuggled up against Sciel with my head on her shoulder. Our hands were intertwined with one another's and we were just listening to the noise outside.
"If we had longer, what would you have done?" Sciel asked.
"Definitely marry you."
She giggled, "Aside from that."
"Just live. Live with you, with the others. Live until I took my last breath, naturally."
"Naturally," Sciel repeated.
"The Gommage, it's not natural."
"And yet we celebrate it like it is."
"There has to be something more to it."
"We will figure it out."
I looked up at Sciel and she looked down at me.
"I know you will. Because when one falls," I whispered.
"We continue."
I smiled and pressed my forehead against hers.
"I'm always going to be with you, Sciel. No matter what."
"I know," she tried to hold back a sob.
I reached up and placed my hand on her cheek, "One last time."
"Of course," she said and placed her lips against mine.
I could feel it. Right then and there. I lost all feeling in my limbs. Soon, there was a draft behind me that wasn't always there. I pulled away slightly and opened my eyes. The last thing I wanted to see was Sciel. Her eyes fluttered open and that was it.
"You holding up alright?" Gustave came over to me, sitting beside me.
It was one hell of a journey from Lumiere to the continent. The majority of the expedition was killed by the man on the beach. Thankfully the Gestrals welcomed me. It was a miracle that the others had found me. And that they were alive.
"I-I'm alright."
"I didn't see you at the harbor."
"I was with Y/N. In private."
"Oh," he whispered.
"This doesn't get any easier," I said.
"I know it doesn't. But we must move on. We must get to the Paintress. She's always going to be with you, Sciel."
"I know," I reached up and clutched a necklace.
When she disappeared into a pile of dust and rose petals, there was something she left in my hand. It was her necklace I had given her to celebrate our one year anniversary.
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐄
Lune x fem!reader
summary : on a stormy night, a sudden flash of lighning tears you from your sleep, making you realize that your companion, LUNE, in no longer by side in bed.
contains : relationship established, insomnia, lune is thinking too much about her work, mention of expedition, mention of complicated parental relationships, fluff, comfort, hug.
author’s note : it’s a story full of hugs and comfort 🤍
𝐑ain was falling heavily over Lumière. Lightning tore through and lit up the sky, and the strong wind made the street signs sway violenty.
𝐋ost in a deep sleep, you didn’t hear the raindrops tapping against your beedroom window. As the day of the gommage drew near, the final preparation for the expedition kept pilling up — long, stressful, exhausting — so the moment your head touched the pillow, you fell strainght into the arms of Morpheus.
𝐓he storm began to rumble fircely outside once more when a sudden, violent flash of lightning struck the window of your room.
It's been TOO long since E-33 came out
And THERE'S NOTHING FOR LUNE AND SCIEL for x READER.. like bruh
Since I'm out of town, imma replay the game when I get home and DO IT MYSELF!!! (hopefully)
WOAH, HEY!
Recreating the one scene from Delicious in Dungeon, but with Huntrix.
omg is there a precursor art of Mira and Rumi fucking lovingly prior to the baby reveal in the confessions artwork? 😭😭 the way Rumi held her before and reacting to the baby reveal is so endearing it made me tear happily
this love is glowing in the dark 🌶
cop!rumi x lawbreaker!zoemira PART 4/?
hiii sorry for the very late post, i had to draw each page with my thumb lol (my pen got lost)
i bought a new pen, it arrived today. thank you so much to my ko-fi supporters, i used the funds u donated to buy a new pen😭🙏
AHHHHHH this is so great so far
Imagine Celine coming back from a fight really early in the morning when it’s still dark out. She’s exhausted from slaying demons all night but she doesn’t rest because she needs to get a five year old Rumi ready for the day and stuff. After breakfast, she lays down to watch Rumi play with her toys or just watch her watching cartoons. At some point, her eyelids start to feel heavy and before she knows it, she’s out like a light. Rumi thinks Celine is sick because she looks pale and exhausted and she doesn’t move when Rumi pokes her cheek (repeatedly). So Rumi makes it her mission to get Celine better. When Celine wakes up, she sees Rumi standing in front of her with her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels. When Celine sits up and rubs the sleep out of her eyes, Rumi presents what’s on their coffee table; a caprisun, poka chips and a banana to make her feel better :)
PS. love love your art <3333
let's take care of mama celine
finally
💿 Featured Track: Mira
📻 Station Rotation: Dialed Into You
🎬 Scene cuts:
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⚠️ Content warning:
• Family conflict / toxic family dynamics
• Funeral settings
• Social isolation / loneliness
• Low self-worth / insecurity
• Emotional vulnerability
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Host’s opening notes:
Settle in, listeners. Tonight’s frequency hums a little softer
— her parents forced her to attend even though she could honestly care less about the funeral and just wants to go home
— she tries to go anywhere but near family she doesn’t wanna face their questions so she goes inside while her parents are chatting with others
— she sits down next to you and to her surprise you don’t get up immediately instead you look at her curiously
— you start talking to her albeit it’s a bit awkward but she’s so glad someone actually talks to her like a person instead of an out of place object
— then her parents drag her away apologising that she bothered you but before you can say otherwise they’re already gone
— she sees you again at another funeral her parents dragged her too and decides to sit next to you during the funeral service actually having a good time because she has someone to talk to
— you both get separated by the crowd and families wanting to talk by the time she manages to slip outside her social battery is already drained
— she notices you’re also outside just staring into space she sits down next to you trying to make small talk the silence is awkward yet comforting
— you ask her what she’s gonna do after she’s old enough to get out of here and she’s quiet unsure of what to say
— you don’t push and it stays an awkward silence till the funeral is over and you both have to go you bid her farewell hoping to see her again soon not knowing she feels the same
— her parents drag her to a wedding she actually feels sort of happy because she can see you again and actually talk to you instead of just sitting next to each other in awkward silence
— she sits next to you and you start talking about random stuff with her occasionally replying then she lets it slip its her birthday today
— immediately you get excited and ask why she’s staying here instead of celebrating or doing something she answers she hasn’t had anyone really celebrate her birthday and she doesn’t care enough to do it herself
— You drag her to a convenience store near get her a small cake & a candle with the little money you had saved up and celebrate her birthday with her
Mira ate the small cake, smiling softly for once. She feels at ease without the pressure of their expectations. She looks at you for a moment "You know,” she says softly “This is probably the best birthday i’ve had in a while.” You look at her with a smile “I’m glad. You deserve it." She looks down picking at the cake. “You’re the one person who makes me feel like I’m worth it.” You stay quiet letting her continue. “with my family i feel like I’m burdening them or that i’m not worthy of their affection."You put a hand on her shoulder, smiling softly. “You’re worth more than their love.” Somehow that one sentence hit her harder than anything her family has said to her before.
💌 Station Sign-Off:
That’s tonight’s broadcast the signal rests until the next spin
Thank you for tuning in — may the static be gentle until we meet again
have some lore crumbs :3