#2 dimension dream fever

[kaito-pictures]

its HIS day (meow meow)

#2 dimension dream fever #kaito #vocaloid #vocaloid kaito #kaito vocaloid #cyber cat kaito #cyber cat #cyber neko #project diva #screenshots #screanshots #vocaloid screenshots #kaito blue is best blue #kaito tuesday

[owlrolls]

is port the type of son to call Rome: 'father', 'dad', 'pai' or 'old man'/'cota' 🤔

#him seeing Rome in a fever dream or smt and being: 'sai demónio 🙏' #then Spain finds him sleeping next to some lamp post at 2 am as if my man was in some other dimension #owl rambles #Im no longer hiding my brainrots now all you have to suffer with me

[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - THE CROMER

Masterlist

First Appearance: Diary Film

Hongjoong is asleep on the couch when his alternate self from the Black Pirates appears to him in a dream and hands it over

Hongjoong awakens and the Cromer rests on the coffee table in front of him, indicating the Black Pirate was not just in his dream but physically switched from the Z- to the A-World

Known Versions

Z-World: Destroyed by Yeosang in Deja Vu/Fever Part 3 Diary Entries

A-World: Currently in use by Ateez/Black Pirates after being taken to Z-World following Yeosang's destruction of the original Z-World Cromer

Presumed: Unknown World/Halazia World: giant shattered Cromer Yunho was sitting in (could've originated from yet another reality) plus the unknown shattered Cromer seen at the end of Crazy Form

Unknown Location: The 4 Witnesses in Halazia also utilized a Cromer to leave the Halazia World

CROMER ABILITIES:

The origin of the Cromer's powers are unclear. However, Sciensalvar has a theory in both the A- and Z-World:

A-World: it's a Mayan Relic with inherent power

Z-World: it contains some form of Quantum Energy (whatever that means - quantum just means extremely small, like quark-sized small)

Important side-note: the Cromer's abilities are influenced by the phases of the moon which also dictate its size. This is first mentioned in the Fever Epilogue Diary Entries

Time Travel - UNKNOWN

Visual Indicator:

The sand inside the Cromer flows from bottom to top.

Documented Instances of time travel:

Ateez when they first travel to Z-World: Forward in time

Ateez when they returned to the A-World: Back in time

The first time is made less clear but took place right after Z-World's Hongjoong handed over the Cromer to his alternate self.

Proof of this is, for one, the gravity-defying sand in the Cromer which can be seen in the Fever Part 1 Diary Entries, but also a scene from the Fever Part 2 Diary Entries in which the Grimes siblings know the Black Pirates were captured by the time they first meet Ateez right after their arrival in the Z-World.

At that point, enough time must've passed for the news to reach the siblings. This implies Ateez traveled forward in time when they moved to the Z-World since the Black Pirates were captured right after the Cromer was handed over and A-World's Ateez came here right after receiving it.

The second instance took place when Yeosang shattered the Cromer to save his members while he was being captured by the Android Guardians at the end of the Fever Part 3 Diary Entries and leading into the Fever Epilogue Entries.

They assumed it was because the Cromer was destroyed but that has yet to be confirmed. However, if true, we may find out soon since Crazy Form ended on yet another shattered Cromer.

If confirmed, the reason it wasn't necessary the first time may be because we were dealing with two alternate versions of Hongjoong interacting with each other in the dreamscape. Weird stuff has happened between them before like when they interacted through the glass prison cell wall and the Black Pirates outfits appeared on A-World's Ateez so this wouldn't be unreasonable.

Jumping Between Realities - FULL MOON

First of all, I'd like to clarify that early diary entries referred to the alternate universes as different "dimensions". However, that term is normally used to talk about the three spacial and one time dimension our real universe is made up of (given our current understanding of it) which is why I call them "worlds" or "realities" like newer Ateez content does.

Documented Instances of travel between realities:

Black Pirate Hongjoong: Z to A to Z in Diary Film

Ateez: A to Z in Diary Film

Ateez minus Yeosang: Z to A in Deja Vu

Ateez: A to Z in Fever Epilogue Diary Entries

The 4 Witnesses in Halazia: Halazia World to Unknown

Presumed: Halazia's Ateez: Halazia World to A, then A to Z

Visual Indicators and Required Circumstances:

In Diary Film, the Cromer later lights up which we've also seen at the end of Deja Vu

This seems to be an early warning sign of what's to come: a gravitation anomaly

Random objects begin to float like we're used to seeing in zero gravity environments while other objects and Hongjoong remain firmly on the ground

This is something we get to witness again during Halazia (yet another alternate reality) in which Yunho was sitting in the giant Cromer (the moon must've been extremely close or something else must've gone really wrong to blow it up to these proportions)

Aside from Ateez, the four witnesses to the events in Halazia also used a Cromer to leave the Halazia World which was indicated with a roll of thunder and a bright white flash of light as if frequently described the Diary Entries

Additionally, Crazy Form ended with a shattered glowing Cromer on the ground, followed by a bluebird flying away (a symbol heavily featured in Halazia)

I can thus only conclude that the glow, rising sand and gravitational anomaly are all indicators of a reality jump

While we don't get to see the moon in Diary Film, we do get a clear and intentional shot of it in Crazy Form which lets us know this power can be accessed during the full moon

We see another presumed instance of Reality-Jumping in Matz when we see Halazia's Hongjoong and Seonghwa (presumably) take down Sciensalvar in the A-World

HOWEVER, going by the size of the Cromer Yeosang shattered in Fever Part 3, it was not the full moon then which leads me to believe that, if you wish to access a power that is not accessible during the current moon phase, you need to fully destroy it which will free all the energy inside and enable you to use that power

Traveling Into Dreams - CRESCENT MOON

Unlike the former power, this one is less flashy but we do get to see it used just as frequently as it allows for more fun, out there music video concepts.

Documented Instances of Dream Travel:

Black Pirate Hongjoong: Hongjoong's Dream in Diary Film

Potential: Ateez: a shared dream in Eternal Sunshine

Ateez: a shared dream in Illusion

Black Pirate: Ateez's shared dream in Illusion

Ateez: a shared dream in Wave

Black Pirates: a shared dream with all Strictland residents in Crazy Form

Visual Indicators and Required Circumstances:

Diary Film: Hongjoong is asleep while he sees his alternate self who is gone when he wakes

Eternal Sunshine: Unnatural colors, laws of nature and physics do not apply

Illusion: Everyone is asleep at the beginning of the MV, the environment is all pastels, backgrounds are often cartoonish and nonsensical

Notably, the crescent moon is shown on multiple occasions which links dream-traveling with this moon phase for the first time

Wave: Once again, the MV begins with everyone waking up which makes 'Illusion' a dream within a dream

In addition, we also have this album's aptly named track "Crescent" with the repeated line of "Open your eyes" so we can now safely connect the power to the crescent moon

Crazy Form: We open on a crescent moon shot, Black Pirate Hongjoong fires his finger gun and real bullets appear, the video has frequently glitches, cartoon panels pop up, etc.

Additionally, we also get the album track "Crescent Part 2"

Teleportation - UNCLEAR

Given the frequent use of this ability, I currently believe it to be non-moon phase dependant, meaning it can be accessed at all times.

Documented Instances of Teleportation:

Fever Part 2 Diary Entries

Direct quote from Seonghwa's entry:

The Central Government put the men in Black Fedora on the wanted list, but they repeatedly failed to arrest them due to them being able to teleport using the Cromer.

Guerrilla

At the beginning of the MV, Hongjoong teleports away from the rooftop

The jump is indicated by the screen flashing red and a whooshing sound effect

Movement Diary Version: The Revolution

At the beginning of the revolution, when the Black Pirates and Ateez are performing in the streets and handing out flyers, Android Guardians try to catch them

To avoid capture, they begin to teleport short distances among the chaos, allowing them to complete the mission and return safely to their hideout

Outlaw - The World Ep. 2 Diary Entries

Yunho uses teleportation to safe the boy's brother from falling to his death and (presumably) to safe Wooyoung from getting snatched up by a Guardian

Both Ateez and the Black Pirates also uses teleportation as a part of their performance for the Prestige Academy students

Will - The World Ep. Fin Diary Entries

Half of Ateez use the Cromer to teleport prisoners out of the Disposal Site before also using it to teleport back to rejoin the rest

Mingi uses it to safe the boy from falling into the incinerator and dying like his brother

He also uses it to dispose of the remaining Android Guardians at the Disposal Site

San teleports them away from the Disposal Site before it could bury them as it exploded

Matz

Hongjonong and Seonghwa seem to teleport at 1:54

A negative frame is seemingly used to indicate this

IT's You

Wooyoung, Yeosang, and San teleport at the conclusion of the MV

A negative frame flashes before black grain blurs into their frame and makes it seem like they're dissipating

#ateez #ateez lore #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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NIKO!!! HAI!!!!

Got any fun facts about Camp Green Hill (or any other AU's you might have) you'd like to share with the class?

Also stay safe! It's getting hot!! Drink water and wear sunscreen!

HI SCRAP!!! I do. I always do. I'll run through a bunch of misc Camp Green Hill stuff <3

Blaze has a family! She's the eldest daughter and in line to inherit the throne when her parents step down, and has a pair of twins for siblings, who are a few years younger than her. Silver is quite well liked among her family (and in the Sol dimension, lol), and they have a little nickname for him: Slipper! Both in regards to how clumsy he was growing up, and also just because its really cute. This is based on the intentional incorrect spelling of his name when referring to him affectionately in the fandom. It tickles my brain, lol. Not only is he practically a member of the royal family, but one time, one of the twins asked who would get the throne if Blaze were to not be able to. Without missing a beat, their mother informed them that it would be Silver, actually.

...He doesn't realize they're dead serious, by the way. If things really were to go wrong, they want Silver to take over until the twins are old enough to take care of the empire. lol. Also, Marine! She comes way late, but she does eventually show up!

Shadow is not only a trained agent, but also a trained therapy hedgehog! I'm serious. He was taught how to manage other people's emotions and act as temporary therapist. He's also warm, fluffy, and okay with being cried on, so he's perfect for the job.

Omega is in the au! He shows up later down the line, and after the events of the au, goes to live with Rouge and Shadow in the city working for GUN too.

Sonic has a horrible history with water activities and accidentally getting stuck in the mangroves and brambles lining the shore. Its really funny how horrible his luck is.

Shadow was based loosely on a hedgehog to appeal to Maria, since he was planned to be part time therapy-hog from the start. Mephiles was loosely based on Shadow. This makes Mephiles EXTREMELY far removed from a real hedgie to some degree. Its kind of hilarious.

Amy has a never ending stash of jelly bracelets, Shadow has a never ending stash of coffee beans, and Tails never seems to be in short supply of goggles. Where does he get them?

Tails and Sonic have their own rooms on the camp, but stay in the dorms with the rest of the campers during the summer!

Tikal is a really sweet ghost who haunts the ruins nearby. She's plot relevant, trust me ;)

The Storybook games are planned to be fever dreams from our dear Sonic while fending off a cold. But they could have a little more validity behind them than it may appear...

Rouge plays saxophone! In fact, there are several musically talented members of the camp, both campers and staff!

Uncle Chuck eventually gives up on paperwork and makes his campers swear that whatever happens in camp stays in camp. He decides this after the SA2 plot equivelent. Especially now with 2 whole government agents there, one working as a counselor and the other a camper.

The Chaotix are a fun bunch! Vector works whatever misc job he can get around the camp so Charmy and Espio can go for free. They're an inner city family, and don't have much money. He also has a crush on the camps' nurse, Vanilla. Espio wants to be a detective, and has a special interest in detective work. Charmy came into the equation more recently, as Vector took custody of the kid after a family friend begged him to.

I've always got more, if anyone would like to ask about a specific character, game, plot point, or ask about details on the camp! Asks for the characters will open very soon too, and you can send them in if you'd like. Thanks for asking <3

#Camp Green Hill #Sonic the Hedgehog #Blaze the Cat #Sonic Rush #Silver the Hedgehog #Sonic 06 #Sonic the Hedgehog 2006 #Shadow the Hedgehog #E123 Omega #Rouge the Bat #Amy Rose #Miles Tails Prower #Tikal the Echidna #The Chaotix #Vector the Crocodile #Charmy Bee #Espio the Chameleon #Uncle Chuck

[taradactylus]

Fuck it yall.... I've read way too much stuff about why Eclipse became evil (he wasn't show love in his developing state, that's the short tea)... and with all the interdimensional stuff in this world, I will say that it is possible, there is a dimension out there, where Eclipse didn't die.

Imagine... he didn't die when Sun and Moon killed him. Someone saved his memories and scrapped code with magic. Not even he knows who did it. He had a weird fever dream like vision, with KC, Bloodmoon, The Creator and even a Sun in it, the person talking to Eclipse always glitching into another person. Until Eclipse wakes up on a dumpster, in a random, unknown, unmoving and scrapped animatronic body (which is not Fazzbear animatronic stuff).

And he can only watch and listen what's going on around him for MONTHS, not even able to speak. He just rots there as guilt and regret eats him up, wishing either death or being saved by someone kind.

And what karma could bring... Sun is the one finding him. And after Sun discovers this unknown Saturn themed animatronic (aka, Eclipse, who meanwhile in his headspace had 3 panick attacks at least), Sun simply scooped him up to get him to safety. And since he is a quiet uncommon model from Europe, they need to wait at least 2 months for all of his parts to arrive (and we are also in time literally after defeating Ruin in this dimension). So technically for two months it's just Sun talking and talking and talking to Eclipse, who only has like one hand (which was fixed after the daycare was done), so Sun cleaned him, tried fixing him, and just... show all the love and affection to Eclipse who never experienced this beforehand... even Moon was kind. LUNAR WAS KIND TOO.

And after a night when Eclipse almost ripped his faceplate off to shoot all the ptsd he got from nearly being killed, Sun even slept next to him.

So...in all together... once Eclipse gets a new body, new voice, PLUS Moon ran a diagnostics on him (his files were unknown to figure out by name) and fixed up his missing coding... he was scared to reveal himself, and played along as an animatronic named Saturn who definetly and most likely is not traumatized by and didn't traumatize beforehand the animatronics of this pizzaplex.

Chlishé? Yes. Yes it is.

Will I literally write a whole fanfiction about this? Most likely.

It's not like I have an entire lore in my head already...

#I don't know what you're talking about... #tsams eclipse #tsams sun #tsams au #tsams #sams #sams sun #sams eclipse #I create complex lores way too easily... #should I go to therapy? #Saturn AU

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Sindria's Prophet #37

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*CW-Long term affects of medical denial & child abuse, living with PTSD *Kink & toys mentioned

((I keep forgetting to tell you guys: Lyly is pronounced "lee-lee." It's short for their middle name, Llyn/Lynn (<-genderfluid affected spelling)))

~POV Mori~ I woke up gasping. I sat up and wrapped my arms around myself so I could tell the difference between actual physical touch and the phantoms left over from my night terror. My body wouldn't stop shaking; I needed Lyly's help. When I got out of bed I froze. Not only did my bed not have curtains, this wasn't my room. No. This was my room. Sinbad picked it out for me in the guest tower. I was in Sindria; in a whole different dimension. All of the adrenaline supporting me left and I sank to the floor. I was still trembling but I wasn't scared anymore. The people who hurt me couldn't reach me here. I had that dream because after spending the past month hyperfixated on the present, I had been triggered into remembering one of the worst parts of my past, so now I was remembering the rest too. 'Sorry, Lyly.' The safety I had gained in this world was invaluable. I couldn't imagine going home willing. Based on how little light was getting through the curtains it was still the middle of the night. I was drained from my dream, and my hips were still aching but it took a while for my mind to calm back down. Tomorrow and the distractions that came from it couldn't come soon enough.

--- "Alright now, Mx. Prophet," the doctor gave me my diagnosis. Sinbad had him sent first thing in the morning, and his arrival woke me up. "You need to rest for a few days. I'll have painkillers sent over to help with your hip pain, fever, and migraine." With his job done, he saw himself out. 'I can't miss the Morning Assembly! ...But-!' I knew the doctor was right deep down. I was in no condition to do much of anything. I was fine resting when I didn't have obligations, but I had a job now. If I was back home I would have had to give Lyly my keys so I couldn't leave. Five years just wasn't enough to fully rewrite my base instincts. Although, from the new memories I was gaining, the me back home was doing a bit better. Those new memories were why I was healed and practiced enough to stop myself even if a doctor hadn't told me to... especially since I had a fever. As long as both me's kept whatever this connection was then maybe we would also keep the benefits from both sides. --- ~POV Sharrkon~ Mori was the only person that missed the morning Assembly. Yamuraiha had a growing smile throughout the meetings, and now that it ended she mumbled something to Pisti. Shar groaned; he knew where this was going. "Yup." Pisti giggled. "I heard from a reliable source," probably 1 of her boyfriends, "that Mori's not 'sick'. Her hips were injured and her body over worked last night." The King refused to look at the gossips. His silence spoke volumes compared to the past month of him adamantly defending that there was nothing special between him and 'his Beautiful Prophet.' "Oh ho~! It finally happened after I left!" Hina slapped Sharrkan on the back with a laugh. "Looks like the 2 of us have to pay up! But I guess you lost the most, huh?" "Oh, no! I ain't paying nothing! Nothing happened!!" Shar had a hurt ego to nurse and he would not let them step on it harder. "Mori got hurt dancing. Our King had nothing to do with it!" Sharrkon felt a shiver run down his spine that made him hold his tongue. Hina looked to the others for confirmation. "Is that true?" Drakon answered him. "It's true. However, it's also true that Sin carried Mori all the way to their room from the festival." "Oh~? That's proof enough for me." Drakon, Ja'far, Yam, and Pisti agreed with their own comments. The man in question still refused to comment, so Hinahoho addressed him directly. "You're really not going to say anything, Sin? After all of that time, telling us how you don't want to get married?" "Fine. Fine." King Sinbad finally turned to them with his arms crossed. "It's simple really. You know I'm not the type to reveal my hand until I'm certain." Sinbad was smiling, but Shar knew instinctually the King was the threat that told him to stop talking. The giant laughed. "Is that so?" "I know you're aware this is a first for me." Sharkkon's wallet cried with him. He had lost 2 out of 3 bets. It was only a matter of time before he lost the 3rd.

---- ~POV Mori~ The Great Bell rang out. The morning Assembly was definitely over. There were several things I had wanted to do today, and I couldn't do any of them since I had to rest. I needed to meet with Queen Artemina before she left Sindria. I had to solidify our connection as allies, but she was set to leave in a day. As I wrote a letter to send her, the waves shifted. This was the right choice for me, and the future I wanted. The letter would need time to dry before I could send it. I got up from my chair and stopped. I didn't want to lay down again yet no matter how much my body needed it. 'Damnit! How much more of my life am I going to spend sick??' I groaned into my hands. I was born with a weak raspatory system, so I get sick multiple times a year and often end up bedridden. "I am allowed to rest even though I can sit up and walk. Pushing will only make it worse." My mom eventually stopped acknowledging when I would get sick due to the expense which is why I struggle to let myself rest as an adult. I made a point of putting the truth into words to fight her conditioning. I climbed back in bed even though I knew that meant I would be stuck with just my thoughts until I fell back asleep. This was the perfect opportunity to process everything that had happened with Sinbad, but I couldn't think about it at all. Being triggered, recognizing these new memories, and that night terror just made me think about home more -well the place I came from. Even when I was in my room there I often couldn't help but think 'I want to go home' because even though it was comfortable and familiar, I couldn't feel safe. My last therapist told me that as long as I stayed in that house full of reminders there was only a slim chance of me recovering from my CPTSD. If only I could have afforded to move out.

In the new memories I got, our dad finally agreed to reorganize all of the living spaces, so that me and Lyly weren't getting as many flashbacks anymore. Hell, he even apologized for everything and started acting like a real dad some of the time. The me that stayed home was able to persevere until an opening for change finally came. 'If they got Isekai now I wonder if they would want to go home?' The thought had never occurred to this me -just like it never did back when I was in in-patient. Although I was still worried about Lyly like I was then. I rolled over to pull out a scroll from the bedside dressers. When I was on the ship I had worked on all sorts of scrolls and one was a memoir of my life back home. One of the first things I did was draw the people important to me before I'll inevitably forget their faces. I unrolled the scroll. Lyly's face stared up at me from the page. As difficult as that place was to live in all of my loved ones were there. In this world there was no one that knew me, and I wasn't sure if I could let my self get that close to anyone here -especially Sinbad. He already knew how deep some of the scars on my heart are. I didn't want him to think any less of me, or use my pain against me. And even more than that, I was scared that the safety I had here would shatter if I made a wrong step. 'I thought I was doing better.' This world had treated me so well that I fell into a false sense of security. Not being surrounded by reminders of my traumas made me feel like I was somehow cured and could restart from scratch. But that's not how healing works... Being away from triggers just made it easier to avoid having an attack. It's only after feeling safe that we let ourselves feel the emotions that are unsafe to feel in the moment. A few tears fell down my cheeks. I placed the scroll on the bedside table and rolled back towards the middle of the bed. Surely it was okay for me to cry in a situation like this. I allowed myself the luxury even though the tears didn't last long. When I was young I cried just as often from joy as sadness. The abuse I experienced made it unsafe to cry at all, so I learned to cry silently until I eventually stopped crying altogether. Being in this world made me feel like it was okay again. Letting myself actually feel these emotions was an important step in the healing process. Beating myself up for getting triggered and relapsing wouldn't help at all. I needed to forgive myself.

--- One day of rest should be enough, right? It's not like I still had a fever. I didn't want to stay in my room and make an even worse impression. My hips would hurt a little if I over worked them, but that would just act as a limiter. ((<<= This person is in denial))

I got dressed after breakfast, but as soon as I grabbed the doorknob I froze. "Yeah, no." I was not in the mood to see Sinbad in person yet, and I would have to if I left my room. As soon as I took Queen Sinbad's choker back off I felt a wave of relief. It had given me so much dopamine and serotonin when it was part of a fantasy, but now it was a reminder of my fears. How could I mark myself with it when I couldn't feel safe in my own desires? Wearing it felt like a lie. I definitely wouldn't be able to wear it for a while.

'Guess I haven't completely lost my sense of self-preservation.' Besides, I hadn't actually had time to do most of the things I like doing to relax since I got to this world. Going out in this state would be worse than not going out. Another day off as I recover from the stress had to be reasonable.

But what options did I have to relax?

Everyone else was busy with work at this time of day, so I could masturbate without having to worry about being interrupted. But my toybox didn't isekai with me; I only have my hands, and some ribbons for mild shibari. Sinbad said I could make requests, but there was no way in hell I was letting him find about this, let alone use his money for my sex toys. I'll figure out where to get some after payday. The night terror was still fresh in my memory anyway.

Video games, comics, and anime were obviously out of the question. Printing still isn't big enough for fiction to be popular to write -that's part of why Sinbad's Adventure story was such a huge success. I had 3 cats back home, but I can't exactly adopt a new pet while sick. I do sing a lot to relieve stress, but it would be embarrassing to be overheard without knowing. 'Note to self: get carpets to hang up to dampen the sound.' There were places I could go that would be harder to be heard but leaving wasn't an option until I was better. That only left me: writing and drawing.

'Working on Fate scrolls it is!'

The flow of ink was good for my brain. It did more than help calm me; it gave me more perspective but it couldn't give me true answers. 'I wish we could just go back to how things were before that night. How am I supposed to know when I will be ready to see Sinbad again?' He isn't any of the people that hurt me, so why can't I just like him without being afraid of betrayal?

Were Sinbad's actions manipulation, or earnest? Could I trust the safety I felt around him? It was definitely a combination of how he treated me, what I knew from reading his Fate, and how familiar I was with being around those types of manipulation. But there was something strange. When I looked for signs of his manipulation in how he dealt with me, or any expected fallout, nothing came from it. In fact, everything kept ending in my favor. The cycle I was expecting was coming from me, not Sinbad. The waves swirled as I finally let myself think about it.

What was he actually going to say when I cut him off? Even if it was what I thought, would I be able to believe him? Even if I didn't have relationship trauma I don't think I could trust him romantically after reading his Fate. He claimed he wasn't playing the flirting game, but that could have been manipulation. Was it my heart or pride that would be hurt more if he was lying? I couldn't tell yet.

I was lonely. Both in general, and in this world. There was no one that knew me here. And I was too scared to trust the person getting closest to my heart. Even though I didn't want to be seen like this, I didn't actually want to be alone; I just couldn't shake the fear of rejection or punishment I thought was inevitable. I left my windows open just in case. ---

~POV Sinbad~ The King sat on the edge of Mori's bed. He had been unable to visit the first time she was sick. Now that he understood his own feelings he couldn't stay away unless he was on the other side of the world. The only reason he didn't visit the first day was because he knew she needed space away from him. The waves had been trying to guide him here for a while though. Who was he to deny them? No one answered the door when he knocked or called out. The silence and waves worried him. The last report said her current fever was mild, but it could have spiked since then. Mori developed an extremely high fever on the ship several hours after everyone saw she was unwell. He entered without permission only to find his Beautiful Prophet was sleeping peacefully. He had gotten to see her; that would have to be enough. Mori turned her head in her sleep and her bangs fell onto her eye lashes. Sinbad leaned over to move her hair out of the way. He tried to keep his touch light to not wake her, but her eyes fluttered open. Unfocused eyes watched him. "Sin..?" The sound of their voice was a relief. It didn't sound strained at all, only weak from sleep.

"How are you feeling?" They weren't anywhere near as bad as last time. "~*yawn* Better now that I'm awake." "Oh? Did you have a bad dream?" They watched him as what he asked slowly processed in their newly conscious state. "Yeah, I did. Thank you for waking me." "Anytime." Sinbad returned their weak smile with his own. "I guess that's why it wasn't just my waves leading me here." He hesitated. "Mori, what do you think about moving into the Purple Leo Tower? It will be easier to care for you when you get sick. You'll be safer there. And your waves could reach me faster." The same fear from the other night started seeping into their expression. "I'm fine here." But he wasn't fine. "Besides, it will be harder when I have to move out of the Palace." For a moment he forgot how to breathe. "Why would you have to move out?" Why would she ever think she had to leave?? "Would you really be okay with me staying after my visions run out?" The King couldn't stop his hand from reaching to caress their cheek, but he was able to hold back from making contact. "Of course." Mori's brow creased farther and they glanced at his hand. "What about after I share all the knowledge I have from my world? I wasn't an engineer. I only know the basics." Sinbad's heart dropped. From the beginning Mori had been marketing herself as a resource, and he had only ever responded positively. Yet another way he'd messed up without even realizing it. "Of course, I'll still want you by my side." The more he was able to peer into Mori's heart the more worried he got. "You are a person, not a resource. You do know that, don't you?" Mori closed their eyes and leaned their head towards his hand; he took that as permission. Their cheek didn't feel feverish. They spoke flatly about their emotions like they did the night of the Announcement. "I know that logically, but I struggle with knowing how to act if I'm not helping someone." They brought a hand up to his. "I really do like helping people, but sometimes it feels like that's all I am. It's what I had to do to survive since I was little." Ah. He could understand that thought process. Sinbad had been a caregiver for his mother and village from a very young age, and went straight from that to king's candidate. There was very little time in his life when he wasn't working towards helping someone. Drinking, and philandering became his break from that -although he would hopefully be narrowing that last point to one person soon. "You seemed to do just fine at the festival." So fine that he couldn't deny his feelings anymore. "Huh? -Oh. Yeah. I guess I did." Her expression softened into a genuine smile. "It was probably going around the festival that got me sick though." It was mainly stress according to the doctors' report. Mori closed her eyes with a yawn. "I'll have to keep more distance between me and the citizens next time. I didn't realize I was so interesting." "You're incredibly interesting." They let out a quiet chuckle. "If you say so." Sinbad watched and felt as they turned their face into his palm, and sighed. Mori relaxed more into his hand with each breath as if his scent and touch were comforting. It bubbled up desires he knew he shouldn't act upon with a sick or unconscious person and yet he couldn't make himself leave either. He took a moment to ground himself but it did little good. He couldn't bring himself to leave until after Mori let go of his hand. To think another person would have this much power over him. "You really are amazing." There was absolutely no way he'd ever allow anyone else to see this side of them. Mori would be moved to the Purple Leo Tower in time, and would just have to learn through experience that he had no intentions of letting them go. ---

~POV Mori~ I woke up to the Great Bell the next morning. Sinbad being here was not a dream. I had just been too groggy to question the situation. What was the point of staying home, if he was going to visit me in person?

On the plus side, seeing Sinbad while I wasn't stuck in my trauma brain helped break the cycle of questions. Sinbad might be stubborn but through his whole life he is shown being someone fully willing to change his mind when given enough information. At this point in the story he is someone with conviction who says his truth directly -even if he often speaks in a manipulative way. So when he said he's chosen a new path, he meant it -even if I don't know what that means yet. And when he is shown seducing women, the idea of moving any of them into the Purple Leo Tower would never be considered, let alone offered -even in private. And yet he offered that to me.

Sinbad was changing and I'd never be able to accept how if I stayed cooped up in my room. To understand myself, and Sinbad I needed to spend more time around him. My rest was over. I didn't need to jump all the way in at once. I'd see him at the morning Assemblies, swap pleasantries, and part ways until the next day. 'Slow and steady.' --- ~POV Sinbad~ Was this how Hina and Drakon felt when they looked at their wives before they got together? Just seeing Mori enter the halls of the White Capricorn Tower made his heart swell. And hearing their voice? Well, he was starting to understand why Ja'far had been so upset with him since they returned from Balbadd. Even seeing Mori dressed androgynously didn't shake his feelings -though it was a bit jarring after how they dressed for the Announcement. It just cemented that what he felt wasn't simply based on how Mori presented. They were undeniably the most beautiful person in the world to him now.

After going through more options than necessary, the first thing the Dungeon Capturer managed to say to Mori was, "I'm happy to see you're feeling better."

"Yes. And thank you for visiting me while I was resting." Mori's smile made him feel at peace. Seeing them up close confirmed that they cut their bangs some. "But never enter my room without explicit permission again." Their sharper tone pierced him repeatedly with each sentence. "That includes the bird by the way. If my curtains are closed or I don't answer the door: don't enter my room."

He wore a smile to ease their anger. "Of course. It won't happen again."

Even as Mori accepted his response and left, the King couldn't get his heart to stop racing. Why did there have to be so many large risks of ruining his chances when he already knew she liked him from reading his Fate?

--- ~POV Mori~

As soon as the Assembly was over, I fled to the Black Libra Tower. 'He said he was happy I was better! AND he didn't say anything about about my change of gender expression!' Sinbad said all of two words directly to me and I started short circuiting. I remembered that he offered to move me to his tower -the one he sleeps in???- and immediately went on the defensive. I was not as ready as I thought!! I was going to need my favorite hyperfixation to survive the rollercoaster I was trapped on. And if it didn't exits yet, then I was going to reinvent it myself! It would be relatively easy to make a printing press since this fanfic was in English instead of whichever Arabic language was the region's canonical one, or Japanese like the series was originated in. Both require significantly more characters than English, and some kanji can be too intricate to make with this world's current level of technology. Speaking of which, this world had stamps and seals so this next level of printing shouldn't be too crazy of a change. I took some print making classes in high school and college, so I got to use a few different scale printing presses. I knew enough to draft prototypes. I excelled at typography in college too -so well that the department head signed off on me skipping a few courses so I could get to the high level stuff faster. The typography was digital, but I still learned enough to draft prototypes of stamps and such. ('A shame I couldn't afford higher than an Associates Degrees.) Since I was working on a table in the middle of one of the libraries, people came up to ask me about what I was doing. I gave a brief summary to the latest onlooker, before I pointed to the examples I was drafting. "I see." His voice was familiar but I was too focused to register it. The person moved around the table to read the part I had finished this morning. He made a few sounds of recognition as he read. "Won't spelling out each word every time be a hassle?" "Well, yeah. It's better to have most words premade. And full lines of text can be fused together to make reprinting more issues easier and faster." He pointed to a spot on the parchment. "Ah- that's what this part is then." My eyes were drawn to the glint of his rings. Every cell in my body remade itself as my brain finally acknowledged who was talking to me. "That is convenient." Sinbad's voice was unmistakable now that I was paying attention. I prayed to every God I knew of that my emotions didn't show in my actions or voice. "This might be a new technology here, but you won't have to completely reinvent the wheel thanks to my 'visions.'" I had to focus on my breathing to keep my heart rate down. I was able to keep the conversation moving, but I wasn't sure I would remember it well. I was more focused on not looking like an idiot. We had exchanged greetings at the morning assembly but this was the first time I was talking to him fully sober in days. His polite gestures and this conversation made my heart swell, but he wasn't flirting; he was just existing while being attractive. 'Why did I have to start thinking it could be mutual??? I can't even enjoy it like this!' If anything starts there's going to be an end.

--- ~POV Sinbad~ Sinbad didn't have a 'real' reason for visiting Mori in Black Libra Tower on their first day back, but, as King, there was no one who would question him. Although, Ja'far would come to get him if he's away from his responsibilities for too long. He arrived a bit after lunch to find Mori sitting at a table in the middle of the library where anyone could and did come talk to them. The proof being that they didn't beat an eye at his questions. In fact, it sounded like they had explained about this stamp system multiple times. Mori needed their own office in the tower. He'd make sure they got one asap. As interesting as this new technology was, Sinbad kept finding himself staring at his Beautiful Prophet more. It was hard enough to focus at his own desk -let alone when Mori was right in front of him. Sinbad had heard that acknowledging the feeling makes it stronger, but he wasn't expecting this. Mori tensed for a moment before scooting their chair away from him. He had been leaning closer to them without realizing, and they moved away. How was this the same person that fell asleep holding his hand the previous day? Were they just too tired back then to remember what was going on? Did they think it was a dream? He definitely shouldn't flirt with them while they were this uncomfortable to be around him. Would they even be willing to hold his arm while they walked together? He didn't think so. Sinbad took a moment to ground. Even if Mori had turned into a feral cat or wild rabbit around him, the way they watched him when they thought he wasn't looking was a sign that they wouldn't mind being tamed by him. They had enjoyed his company before; he just needed to remind them of that. The only question was if he could regain Mori's trust before he had to leave for the Kou Empire.

((OMGOSH I did not expect this to take this long. At least a month of that gap was from back-to-back illness too, so it took even longer. My digestive track turned off for 24 hours and took 48 to fully come back online. While I was in recovery I caught a really bad upper raspatory infection that gave me a 103F fever for a week. So of course my period hit me like a freight train a week later. Somehow I was ill the weeks around the holidays and not on them, but it was a still a super rough couple of weeks. I'm better now :D which is why I was able to have the energy to write.

I processed a lot of my emotions while working on these chapters. They're all things I already knew, but consolidating them like this helped me see more of the places they were affecting me, and cement in my head that it is okay to move forward. :D

This arc is 3 chapters long including this one. Since I do have the next 2 written already, I just need to refine them and make the art, so there shouldn't be as long as a break for the next chapter. Like this chapter, they will have scenes of Mori processing their emotions. I needed a lot of time to edit them down a ton since there's obviously things I don't intend to post on the internet, and I want the story to feel good to read chapter to chapter. I've already got the next arc started too. It's a lot of character confrontations that became discarded drafts of earlier arcs, but definitely need to happen now. Since I have those drafts as a basis, I hope to get that arc ready before I finish posting this one. I have another DeadEnd chapter to post, and a few one shots I almost have ready. I've been posting wips and art for for them on patreon, but I won't be posting them here until I have full chapters ready U-U))

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[99redragons]

Part of the Madness Ch.2 - Relic

There's some consequences to running around dimension-hopping with a wound.

Gen, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Altered Mental State, Hospitals, Injury

Read on AO3 Ch.1

His dreams were of Betty. He kept trying to find her, speak to her, but his mouth became full of snow and his feet were blocks of ice. “No, Betty, stay!” He tried to say. He heard the whispers of ice and snow, the secrets he’d known while insane, pulsing through his brain “NO ICE!” He shouted, while burning alive. He called for Marceline, apologizing, crying for his little girl to forgive him, fighting off oozers that never ended and his own brain slipping away from him. He felt crazy, his mouth dry, his arm burning, his head splitting in pain. He saw shadows where there were none, visions crowding him, the air thick with them. He whispered his own name to himself in the depths of his fever, for fear he would forget. Afraid he would forget her.

Eventually, the dreams faded.

He next woke up on a bed, not the couch, and the scent of candy in the air told him where he was.

“Dude.” The familiar tone of Finn’s voice sounded from next to him. Everything was fuzzy, and swirly, and he thinks he might throw up-

“You already did, dude. Marceline, he’s awake!” He called behind him, and Ice King smiled, wait, no, something was wrong with that, Ice King was gone, right? 

“My little Marcy?” He croaked faintly, and his head hurt, his arm hurt, and he struggled to stop from fighting as suddenly Princess Bubblegum was there beside him, and he slurred, “Princess… a beautiful princess, by my bedside? Heh heh heh…” 

“Dude, he’s really out of it, wow.”

“He has a very high fever, Finn, go get Marcy, I’m going to make sure he stays in bed this time- Simon! Stop wriggling, you’re going to open the wound again!” She chastised him, and he just kept laughing, and laughing, through the pain.

“Simon! Bonnie, is he okay- woah.” Marcy burst through the door, halting at the laughter, then hastily coming to help hold him still while PB slipped a sling over his head.

“There, now he shouldn’t move and damage his stitches- he’ll be okay, Marcy.” 

She stopped, frowning at the look on Marceline’s face, and had he done that? Oh, no-

“I’m sorry Marcy, I didn’t mean to make you sad, Marcy, I’ll be good- no more crown-“ he stopped as she started tearing up, her face crumpling in that way he was so uncomfortably familiar with. “Woah, woah, what’d I say?”

She stopped, and scrubbed her face, PB coming up on that side of the bed to hold the hand that wasn’t holding Simon’s. It was nice, her cold hand in his. He felt very hot, and wasn’t that funny? Him, too hot! He tried and failed to keep down more giggles, eyes traveling around the room and seeing nothing clearly.

“You didn’t say anything, Simon, it’s okay.” She managed, and let PB guide her to sitting at the chair set beside him. “You have a fever, but it’s okay, PB and Doctor Ice Cream are here, you’re going to be okay. The infection isn’t that bad, Bonnie said.”

PB nodded. “I had to redo your stitches—did you do them yourself!?—But the fever’s not too dangerous. Now, if you two don’t mind, can I ask you some questions, Simon?” She brought up a clipboard.

“Sure, darling,” he murmured. 

“Your full name?” He almost didn’t notice Marcy intake breath suddenly, she tried to hide it.

“Simon. Simon Petrikov,” he answered, and saw them both relax fractionally.

“Good. Do you know where you are?” 

“The Candy Kingdom?” They relaxed more.

“Good. And who am I?” 

“Princess Bubblegum.” 

“How old are you?”

He snickered. “One thousand fifty-eight.”

The two women let out a barely audible sigh.

“I’m all jacked-up, huh?” He said, voice loopy.

Marceline managed a smile, her tears gone, “Heckin jacked, man,”

“How are you feeling? Besides jacked,” PB continued professionally. “Any pain?”

Simon nodded, the movement making his head bloom in pain- he tried harder to stay still after that. “My arm hurts, and my head, and I feel super duper loopy! Heh heh…” he trailed off in little chuckles again, unable to control his filter. 

“Some of that is the pain meds we gave you. You’ve been down with a high fever for two days.” PB explained.

“Days!?” He exclaimed, sitting up more before he thought better of it and doubling over, “Fionna- I need to check- where’s my phone?” He blathered, realizing he was just in a simple gown under the sheet.

Finn, wandering back in. heard him and frowned. “Fionna… from your fanfiction?” He ventured awkwardly. 

Simon felt shame and desperation twist in his gut “I know how it sounds, but they’re real now- they always were, and now they’re authorized!” He begged for him to believe him.

“Authorized?” Finn asked, confused.

“It’s true, LSP confirmed it,” PB said. “Simon, lay back down. Your phone is here with your things.”

“Wait, hold up, what did LSP tell you?” Finn held a hand up, mild suspicion in his gaze.

“That a new hero with a singing cat showed up and trashed the market in the woods,” PB explained. “It was the talk of Ooo, you know how LSP is. The kid who helped them said they were the Fionna and Cake, and very insistent about it. Then everyone saw them vanish.”

“Not the first time we’ve had alternate universe adventures, I’ll believe it,” Finn shrugged, and it was that simple with him.

“He told me everything, Finn, I believe him too. They’re real.” Marcy added.

“Girl me is real!” Finn tightened his fists, eyes glittering in excitement. “I bet she’s awesome!”

Simon chuckled at Finn’s excitement. “That she is,” he murmured. He gratefully took his phone with his one hand not in a sling, hand still shaky. “My glasses- where-“ PB handed him those too, but they didn’t help that much, and looking at the tiny screen made his head hurt. Everything was all swimmy.

“Let me,” Marcy offered. 

“Okay,” he gave in, handing her the phone. “Call her.”

She did, and soon a voice came over the phone. “Simon, are you okay? It’s been days!”

“I’m fine, Fionna,” he rasped.

“Woah, you sound rough, are you su-“

“He is not fine!” Marcy burst out. “He has an infected wound that he left untreated for days, and he’s in the hospital now!”

“Geez, Simon! ...Who is that?”

“That’s Marcy, my ward.” He answered. 

“Girl Marshall!! I bet she’s super pretty!!” She blasted through the little speaker.

“She is,” he answered simply, while Marcy blushed a little. PB held her hand over her mouth, amused. 

“Fionna?” Finn ventured. 

“Woah, how many people are there? Yep, it’s Fionna!”

“And Cake!!” Could be heard faintly. Finn rubbed his chest where his Jake tattoo was briefly. 

“I’m Finn, nice to meet you,” he said, a bit in wonder.

“Oh! Boy version of me! Awesome!!” She shouted.

“Are you alright over there, Fionna? How is everyone?” Simon cut in. 

“Everyone’s getting there, all in all, the damage could have been worse, a lot worse. We’re all working together on clearing rubble away and the injured are getting treated. Me and Cake mostly hanging with Marshall and Gary and Hunter. And Ellis P is here too, I guess. Everyone’s fine. Everything is okay, thanks to you, Simon.” She said warmly.

He let out a huge sigh of relief he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Fionna and Fionna-world was alright, still. “I’m glad.” He croaked.

“Now Simon, you get some rest, mister! I’ve gotta go, but nice meeting everyone! I’ll text you with my new phone, Simon! Bye!” She called, and hung up. Marcy returned him the phone and he lay back finally. 

“She’s right, he needs to rest. Everyone else out!” PB called, ushering Finn out of the room, letting Marcy stay.

They sat in the quiet of the hospital room for a monment, then Marcy said, “You were really weird with a fever,” half amused half somber. 

“I bet I was,” he murmured, and spotted the glass of water on the table beside them. 

“Here, let me help you, Marcy offered. 

She gently moved the glass to where he could take hold of it, head propped up on pillows for him to drink.

“Reminds me of the time I was sick and you got me chicken soup. Do… do you remember that?” She asked, the most Marceline would ever hesitate.

“Of course I do,” he said, an echo of a hundred times he’d said it before, heavy on his throat, but warm, and reassuring. 

She smiled back, full-teeth, a smile he’d only ever seen after he became him again for the first time due to Bella Noche. A smile not shy about her teeth. Actually happy.  He really liked that smile. 

“I’m glad you’re okay,” she said, instead of you worried me, what the heck, Simon, you left an open wound untreated for days, Simon!

He appreciates what he can get. “I’m okay,” he says, a bit petulant. He didn’t like a big fuss being made over him.

“I- it suppose this wasn’t on purpose, so it’s fine,” she says after a long moment. “But what the hell.” Oh, there it was. She was still chill, at least.

“It’s okay, Marcy, I’m old, this stuff happens,” he said, as if that had anything to do with it. 

“It can’t, Simon, not anymore.” She was serious. Uh oh.

“Uh oh.” He croaked.

“You will take care of yourself—I don’t care what Finn does.” She was nearly shaking with the effort to not hiss. “You’re human, Simon.”

“I know.” He said, and it was only a little bitter. 

“You can’t be reckless anymore, I thought we’d been through this. Not after—“

“Not after I became not Ice King,” he said, and surprised himself he’d said it aloud.

“Y-yeah.” She said, taken aback. “I don’t run your life, and Ooo is just dangerous, I get it, but man.” She sighed with her eyes closing for a moment, tucking a stray lock of hair back.

“I know, Marcy.” He said again evenly.

“And I know you were running around from the Scarab and rarely resting, but dude!”

“We didn’t really have time in the Winter King dimension, and most of the other time we were running or fighting,” he said, not defensively.

“Yeah! But dude!” Her head fell in her hands. She’d floated up so she was looking down at him now, and she forced out a huge sigh.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it, Marcy, it just slipped my attention, really.” It wouldn’t’ve mattered if I’d put the Crown on, anyways, he thought guiltily. 

“Simon. Simon this is important, please. You can do this,” she encouraged, because she wasn’t all mad, really she wasn’t mad at all, just frustrated with her weird, weird dad. He knew the look from every time he could recall through fuzzy, vision-filled memories. Barely a face, but he’d know it was hers, and it would be frowning, angry, sad. He hated making her frown.

“Okay,” he agreed with her, like he always did, though he didn’t always follow through with promises, they were both painfully aware. “What do you want me to say, Marcy?” He asked quietly, and he sounded so damn tired, showing his age for the rare occasion. He wasn’t even that old, damnit. He was trying, though.

“Just—I need you—Simon, you can’t regard yourself as disposable. Please.“

That was a tall order. Even the vague emotions and impressions he’d had while Ice King he’d always felt forgettable, the last thought, unlikeable. He just wanted someone to tell him what in hell he was supposed to do now. Instead he said,

“Aw, you don’ need me anymore, Marcy.”

She sniffed suddenly, hard, and he realized he’d mucked up. “Oh no. Marcy, I’m sorry, I just, you’ve outgrown me, the whole world has. I’m a relic of the past.” He murmured, “It’s how things are,” he added.

“I’m not a relic, and neither are you!” She insisted, hands fisting by her sides. “You’re more my dad than my real dad ever is, Simon, you know that. I do need you.”

He didn’t know how to respond, guilt and affection warring in his gut.

“Not just me either, man. Finn really needs your friendship after Jake… and Fionna-world needed you, you can’t think—“

“I understand, Marcy,” and he thinks he is starting to, truly. 

She watched his expression carefully, searching his eyes, and seemed to find what she was looking for or gave up, because she collapsed back into the chair with a sigh and then let out a chuckle, “If you get it then don’t be such a dink donk, old man,” she said with deep affection. He smiled back.

They both chuckled for a while.

“Oh shoot, I almost forgot,” Marcy shot up.

“What?” He rasped.

“Uh, well, how is your head, Simon?” 

“Achy. Achy all over, really, but my heads the worst.” He answered honestly. 

“Bonnie asked me to see if we can get a cool cloth on your head, for the fever. They tried to give you an ice pack while you were out, but…”

He winced “I think I remember that it didn’t go well, did it?”

“No,” she confirmed, a similar expression on her face. “If I brought you a cool wet cloth, do you think you could…?” 

He was already nodding, “Please,”

She nodded back, went and came back with one. “Ready?” She asked. He nodded, and she gently placed it on his forehead. He resisted letting out a hiss at the frigid-feeling water. He took a few deep breaths, and eventually relaxed into it—it did help with the pain. “Thank you, darling,” he murmured. 

She smiled at him, and after saying if he needed anything he should call, she floated away to leave him to rest, and no doubt to check in with her girlfriend. 

He sighed heavily into the pillows, and eventually, fitfully slept.

#simon petrikov #simon petrikov fanfic #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanfic #angst #hurt/comfort #99redragons art #my writing #potm

[cloudbattrolls]

Hazey

Thrixe Varzim | Present Night | Atlantis

This drabble is preceded by Glass Among Murk, Part 2 and followed by O Sleeper.

Thrixe woke up sweating and aching, just for a moment.

Then he shook his head, blinking. No, he was fine. He put an arm to his face, sopor slime gently dripping off it.

Yes, his forehead was its usual cool temperature, normal for a violet. He must have only been dreaming about being ill.

Odd thing to dream about. Usually he dreamt about very different things…

He shook his head. Well, he was awake now, no use in dwelling on a strange sensation.

The hybrid got out of his recuperacoon and onto his drying mat in one smooth motion. The green slime instantly began to trail off in gentle wisps of vapor, providing no lasting trace of itself on his skin.

He couldn’t breathe, the vapor was toxic, his chest was tight, his gills were overflowing with black -

He blinked again. No, he was…he was fine. Except something was clearly wrong. Should he call Gaia, see if they knew anything? Or Ullane?

He thought back. Could he himself have done something wrong to cause these hallucinations? That’s what they seemed to be, anyway.

Except everything had been normal lately. He’d been working in his pocket dimension, cooking with Karell and other times Mikiel, going swimming with Pidge…he’d visited Glasya and Hannah…

Oh, right, he’d stopped at Selatak a little while back. Or right next to it, in the hollow hills. There had been some issue with a strange illness there, and he’d done his best to eliminate it. 

Wait.

The violet grimaced. Maybe he should have called Ginger…except he didn’t really know them, and he’d admit, the horseman of Pestilence unsettled him a little. It had seemed so much easier to try to solve it himself, he was far more precise and capable with his powers now than he had been even half a sweep ago.

Besides, the trolls there had been suffering, mostly lowbloods ignored by the nearby city. He knew Ullane would have wanted him to help.

Maybe Zanzul knew something. If she wasn’t experiencing the same thing, he’d know it was something particular to him, not just because of being a hybrid.

If all else failed…he reluctantly conceded he could ask Uryali.

He could. Technically. If he became particularly desperate. If he felt like getting visions and sounds and feelings for answers.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t understand, but…

Whenever Thrixe looked at the entity that had once been a hybrid like himself, he remembered how easy it would be to fall as the Muted had, if he wasn’t careful. To let the music and growth of the world consume him and to consume it in return.

He shook his head and took out his hair ties, putting his curls back into their usual braid. The shadows at the edge of his room seemed darker than usual, despite his low violet lights, partially grown from his own flesh. 

His fingers came back boiling with black bubbles, crusting over and then foaming again. He quickly looked away, but could feel the cycle repeating. He could smell it; a rotten, salty odor now permeating the air.

Despite everything Thrixe had done to his own flesh, everything he’d ever become, the hybrid felt sick. Horrified.

He made a noise no troll could - a gurgling wail and lamentation of multiple voices at once - and then froze.

It echoed.

His voices echoed back to him, and when they sang, they sang of hate.

They sang of his death.

No growth. No change. Still, silent, sickened death as he became disease for eternity…

Thrixe woke up gasping in his recuperacoon.

Zanzul, he cried out in his mind, before he fell back asleep, body wracked with fever. 

Zanzul, help me.

—

Hours later, an investigation team from Atlantis followed up on reports of eerie, cacophonous singing and brief screaming from a hive in the underwater quarter.

All they found was a broken recuperacoon, a shivering miniature gryphon, and a large black trail of muck leading to the broken door of the building cracked into scattered pieces.

As if something large and many-limbed had dragged itself out and into the watery depths.

#cloud writes #thrixe varzim #harbinger #I'm sure that's fine #btw Thrixe is currently unavailable. and will be for a while.

[cyberkiddie]

The Cromer and The Moon in ATEEZ Lore

⏳ The diaries’ unclear "Cromer debut"

Maybe I'm an idiot, but I can't get over the fact how imprecise the Cromer's powers are handled in the diaries.

I cannot imagine how confusing it was to witness the Diary Film and Inception releasing, reading "Cromer" and seeing that dubious hourglass just to be left with no further explanation for months.

I mean, we learned about the Cromer's powers in FEVER ROAD; a variety show(!) released in between the first and the second FEVER album:

translation: "This changes its function according to the changes of the moon. When the crescent moon rises, it can deliver messages through dreams and when the full moon rises, it can move dimensions."

The diaries never had a passage like this one...

Another victim of a missing introduction were the Cromer's teleportation powers. Technically we knew of them due to Halateez₁'s ability to escape the government:

These powers are later used by Feverteez₂ in the THE WORLD EP.1 : MOVEMENT diaries:

I don't know how teleportation is connected to the moon at all but maybe that power's just "mechanical", who knows.

Funnily enough, I can 100% accept the teleportation powers being a bit wishy-washy, but the lack of introductions is a great marketing strategy frustrating.

🌙 The moon cycles in World A and Z

There's something that always irked me about the Cromer handoff in the first FEVER diaries.

ZERO: FEVER Part.1 diary entry "Z OUTRO Into the New World"

ZERO: FEVER Part.2 diary entry "A INTRO"

After Feverteez part ways due to several issues of theirs, HJ₃ falls asleep in the warehouse. He dreams of a man with a black fedora; his own Halateez counterpart.

Considering Hala-HJ₄ reaches out to HJ in a dream, it should be crescent.

While Hala-HJ introduces dimensional travel to HJ's perplexed dreaming self, the Cromer somehow appears in front of real HJ in World A (how?).

After he awakes, HJ flips the Cromer causing its sand to move upwards (is that how the dimension traveling usually looks?), Feverteez reunite and immediately travel dimensions, which requires a full moon.

How is it possible that two Cromer powers are used in a short period of time when they require both a full moon and a crescent in order to function?

As far as I gathered (from the diaries and the Diary Film) the handoff, the reunion and flipping the Cromer happen one after another.

They even have to.

We know there are a few conflicts ripping the members apart; S's move, MG's hopelessness and most importantly YS's dad strictly prohibiting the factory hideout (it technically already had a no entry sign before).

Even if it's just all of the members realizing they need to reunite, which motivates them to finally assemble at the hideout, they can't wait there for as long as it takes for a crescent to turn into a full moon. I mean, S is supposed to live somewhere else!

visualization of a crescent moon's duration

a (waxing) crescent moon's actual duration

As you can see, both waning and waxing crescent last a few days. For either one the moon is illuminated less than a quarter for approximately one week. Consequently we have two weeks worth of cresent moons during a lunar month (29.5 days).

That means communication through dreams should work ≈50% of the time in ATEEZ's lore.

Much more often we witness the Cromer's dimension travel powers. Since the moon is (visibly) full for ≈3 days a month, it's not completely illogical how the diaries handle this.

But it's obviously impossible that a crescent and a full moon happen in the span of a few hours, which the very first action in their storyline suggests.

There seems to be a lack of logic.

The only thing that could excuse the moon phase problem is if World A and Z don't follow the same moon cycle (it's funny how Feverteez never check lunar phases then).

We already know that time can work differently for both worlds; when the World Z Cromer breaks, Feverteez (minus YS) not only dimension travel but also time travel to their past in World A. Furthermore, World Z's science is really advanced/futuristic in comparison to World A.

That's why I think their moon cycles could be different as well.

I imagine Hala-HJ contacting HJ during a World Z crescent (there are many crescent days during a moon cycle) but in World A it's actually full moon. (You know how interesting it is then, that Hala-HJ just happens to set the gears perfectly for Feverteez to travel dimensions and become the new revolutionaries? It seems like a whole lot of planning and we should talk about how insane it is that Hala-HJ offers Feverteez an escape from their problems in World A by making them carry the responsibility for an entire World's revolution...)

🐦 The Cromer’s link to the moon beyond our knowledge

THE WORLD EP.FIN : WILL and GOLDEN HOUR : Part.1 are connected by a phenomenon called blood moon.

Crazy Form MV

GOLDEN HOUR : Part.1 diaries’ kick-off

"Blood moon" is just another name for a total lunar eclipse. It's basically the earth's shadow on the moon.

A solar eclipse is similar; the moon blocks the sun(light) and we see nothing for a few seconds even though the sun's still shining.

The only difference between both eclipses is that the moon never shines at all; sunlight merely illuminates half of the moon's globe. As a result the earth’s moon actually loses "its" light during a lunar eclipse.

(Admittedly, instead of seeing no moon at all, we see a red moon.)

Reality aside, in ATEEZ lore we never faced a red moon before Crazy Form. It's surprising, but there are not that many MVs featuring the (actual) moon in general:

Say My Name MV notes in the masterdoc

ILLUSION MV

Treasure MV

If we ignore Say My Name's spot of circular light when there's a lyric about the moon and ILLUSION's clipart moon, we end up with two MVs that feature the real moon: Treasure and Crazy Form.

Crazy Form goes full out by showing a waxing crescent, a full moon (2:51, 2:58, 3:04, 3:06,...) and a blood moon.

However, we only know two of those moon phases’ effects on the Cromer and the last thing we see of the hourglass is that it mysteriously broke once again.

In Deja Vu and the respective diaries a Cromer (the one HJ once received from Hala-HJ) broke on impact for the first time.

Feverteez then went to steal the (past version of) World A Cromer to save YS. That’s the Cromer they used until the last point it was mentioned in the THE WORLD diaries. It doesn’t break there, which is why it raises many questions when it suddenly does in the Crazy Form MV.

I know that the moon doesn't disappear the way the sun does during a solar eclipse, but let's ignore that for the sake of this explanation. The normal moon's gone during a lunar eclipse which might impact the Cromer...

I’d like to compare this to the way Avatar The Last Airbender connects the moon/sun to bending the water/fire element; an eclipse always leads to either the water- or firebenders losing their bending powers for a few seconds.

Since the Cromer also mimics the moon's movement in a similar fashion, it's no surprise that we see a broken Cromer under a red moon at the end of the Crazy Form MV. No/Red moon (light) probably affects the vehicle.

(Some part of it (a red prism?) still seems to be valuable enough for the bluebird to pick up and carry to the Black Pirates’ place. But that’s a theory for another day.)

Light is important for ATEEZ. I'm not going into detail here, but just look at the name of their world tour: "TOWARDS THE LIGHT [...]".

That's why I think that the moon "losing" its light, after Feverteez celebrate their win over Z* and possibly travel back to A during the full moon in Crazy Form, not only signifies the end of an era but also concludes their activities in other dimensions.

* as it's commonly speculated

₁ Halateez = World Z versions of ATEEZ

₂ Feverteez = "normal" ATEEZ from World A who were introduced to us during Inception era

₃ HJ = Feverteez members are referenced like this

₄ Hala-HJ = Halateez member

#ateez #ateez lore #ateez theory #took me forever to write this #some of this could still be wrong :/ #feel free to correct me

[madbard]

Napstablook in the Chapter 3 Dark World

So, at the end of Deltarune Chapter 2, Toriel calls the police to report the strange person lurking outside her home, and they send over a police officer, right? And I love the idea that it’s going to be Undyne, that we’re going to have Undyne tagging along in the Chapter 3 dark world. But just picture this:

It’s Napstablook.

After a long day of work at a job that stresses them out, but that they can’t bring themselves to quit, Napstablook gets sent over to Toriel’s house. They are told that there’s this strange person outside, who has slashed Toriel’s tires, and is possibly still out there, waiting. They are told that Toriel is alone with two children and she is terrified for their safety and for her own. And Napstablook does not feel qualified in the slightest, but they go anyway, because it’s their job and because it’s the right thing to do, even if they spend the whole trip over freaking out and wanting nothing more than to go home, hang out with their cousins a bit, listen to music and go to sleep. And then they get there, and see the door ever so slightly ajar.

Anxiety rising, they hover there for what seems like forever, uncertain what to do, terrified for the people inside, certain that they won’t be able to help and hating themselves for their indecision the whole time. But then something clicks, and they go forward. This is their job after all. They have obligations. They couldn’t live with themselves if they didn’t at least try.

So Napstablook goes through the door… and plunges into a freaking DARK WORLD.

Suddenly, everything they ever knew is torn to shreds. Reality no longer holds steady - they find themselves in this strange, distorted half-realm populated by everyday objects granted sentience, filled with the echoes of abandoned hopes and dreams. Maybe they maintain their normal form, but then again maybe they open their eyes to the kind of body they used to fantasize about in secret, the body they could never have in the real world. And there is no turning back.

So now Napstablook, the guy who accidentally stumbled into a career as a police officer and couldn’t bring themselves to quit, exhausted from a long work day and from life in general, desperate to lie down and cry, to go home and sleep, finds themselves stranded in this dizzying, hallucinatory pocket dimension with a random school teacher and two young teens, none of whom they know that well. They get hit with a sudden onslaught of random encounters, odd beings that come out of nowhere, attacking for no reason before vanishing into the ether. Somehow they are now part of a quest, and if their group can’t defeat the most terrifying adversary this world has to offer, the entire universe will fall into darkness, and everyone they ever cared about will perish.

And maybe while they’re stumbling through this fever dream, they think of their cousins, the people they love most in this world, who despite the madness would probably kill for the chance to come here and exist as their true selves, even if only for a moment. Their cousins, who rely on them, who are probably just now starting to check the clock and wonder when they will get home.

But this is Napstablook’s adventure as well, and as they do what they can to return home, maybe they start to realize, on some level, that they are powerful too. Maybe in the face of annihilation, they resist, clinging to their duty, their identity. Maybe, in a stolen peaceful moment in the dark, they start to wonder what they really want. They start to imagine what they will do when they get home.

And then they wake up in the house, and they are a bit embarrassed to have fallen asleep on the job but no one else seems to mind. And as they go home, as they greet their cousins, maybe eat a late dinner and watch music videos together like they used to do as children, they find themselves turning over shards of a strange and haunting dream. Somehow, they feel different. Somehow - they feel new.

Or maybe they arrive five minutes after the dark fountain closes and get a few lines of dialogue, and that’s the last we see of them in Deltarune.

#deltarune #deltarune chapter 3 #napstablook #text post #long post #deltarune speculation #what if #chapter 3 is going to be wild #this probably won’t happen #but what if it did?

[childofcolors]

Ateez storyline

This is how I visualise the Ateez storyline using the MVs in a map-like drawing I created in order to hopefully help 🙃

Big disclaimer! Everything I’m typing here is theory or interpretation, but I am using the Diary entries from the Fever and The World albums as guide for the Ateez storyline. Everything else is pure theory/ speculation on my part.

I also feel the need to thank the team behing atiny.net for providing the diary entries online for everyone to access. And for the team @hala_loretiny on Twitter for providing a very detailed Masterdoc on Ateez lore.

With that being said, even tho I’ve read the Masterdoc a few times, there are things I don't really agree with. So I re-read the diary entries as if I have never seen a single Ateez theory before and came up with my own timeline.

So here we go:

As seen in the guide above, we have 2 main storylines:

The Ateez storyline: the music videos where only Ateez make an appearance.

The Pirates storyline: the music videos where only the og Black Pirates appear (Disclaimer! This part is pure speculation/theory on my part).

There are also two secondary storylines:

The Ateez & Pirates: the music videos where both groups are present.

The Witness p.o.v: Halazia music video that encapsulates a very important part of the story (I will ellaborate when I get to it).

The Diary film

In this short film, we are introduced to each member’s story before forming the friendgroup known as Ateez. There were a few missunderstandings between them that made the friendship fall appart, but after Hongjoong has been visited in his dream by the man in the black fedora (The Black Pirate) and is given the Cromer and the information that another world exists, the 8 friends get back together and the journey begins.

Inception

My interpretation of this MV is that Ateez are trying to understand how the Cromer works by trying to “fall asleep”.

The first one who is succesfull is Hongjoong at the end of the MV, when he is running towards himself sleeping and “falls into his sleep”.

After “falling asleep”, he ends up in a void-like room that can be also seen in Thanxx MV, but I will show it once we get to that part.

Thanxx

This is for the most part a rebellious song about teenagers not wanting their lives to be dictated by adults and that they will choose their own path (wich in their case is to go to this new dimension)

The part that stood out to me the most in the MV was when the sky turned from crear blue, to dark grey clouds:

And then, we see the 8 members in the same dark void-like room (that we also saw in Inception MV), along with a few other elements like cars, a dancing crew, a stage, big baloon animals (i am just as lost as you) and the most important part, the pirate ship (that will help them get from their world to New World).

Inception (left)

Thanxx (right)

The pirate ship:

Celebrate

The music video does give me the vibe that they are singing while on the ship to their destination, and it is a bit ironic how the song is about celebrating individuality, and the next thing you know, they end up in Strictland, a place where self expression thru music and art is forbidden.

As for the visuals of the MV itself, there is a clear shift in color that indicates when they genuinely arrived in Strictlang. Also they are wearing the same clothes that they wear in the Fireworks (I’m the one) MV wich is the very next song on the list.

The shift in color in the Celebrate MV:

The color and clothes similarity between Celebrate MV and Fireworks (I’m the one) MV:

Fireworks (I’m the one)

In terms of lore written in the diary entries, a lot happen so I suggest you read them, or listem to the audio version on Youtube 💕

But for the MV itself, not alot happens other than them arriving in what it’s assumed to be the Strictland garbage dump and The Black Pirates hideout, but no sign of the 8 pirates. This is where (in the books) we are introduced to a character known as Left Eye, the director of the Strictland dump, and the number 1 helper of The Black Pirates.

Strictland garbage dump (left)

The hideout of The Black Pirates (right)

This is the moment Ateez find out (in the books) that The Black Pirates are actually in prison, so Ateez need to go help them. They also learn that the prison (also known as the Android bunker) is on an island so they start saililng towards the island.

*More details are mentioned in the Fever ep. 3 diary entry at Mingi’s paragraph*

After arrival, they discover that the island it is an ex vacation resort, but due to the state the world is right now in New World, taking rest and vacations became meaningless.

*more in part 2*

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez lore #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez atiny #atz #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #atinynet #atinylore #loretiny #kpop #kpoplore #ateez inception #ateez fever #ateez thanxx #ateez fireworks

[lilly-onthevalley]

📍Products from my June

Dark Self-Tanner

I've been loving self tanning. My skin is dark but it does have some parts of hyper pigmentation and discolouration that come about naturally. Bondi Sands Dark and Extra Dark are my favourite. Many black women are skeptical about self tanner and if it will work on them, so I decided to test it out. After 10 hours I noticed a new glow added to my skin plus a lovely long lasting coconut fragrance. It covered some of my vitiligo marks and lessened the appearance of some other blemishes. It evened out my skin tone in such a beautiful way. I tanned right before a golf competition and my skin looked bright and perfectly browned under the sun, I was so happy with the results and I received lots of lovely feedback. Definitely something I'll be doing for the rest of my life.

After that I went on to tan my face. It did burn a little bit however I have the backing of a dermatologist so I had no worries. I loved the results as well. It made my face a bit darker than normal, like I was laying in the sun for an hour or 2. I loved the results as it covered a decent amount of yellowness in my face. I overall looked healthier, however, it got rid of the dimensions of my face. My naturally light undereyes and upper eyebrows and naturally dark eye lids and cheek bone areas were all blended into one colour. I had no problem with the flat doll look but I had to alter my makeup routine to add some dimension when I wanted it.

Tom Ford Fruity Fragrances

I used to hate Tom Ford Fragrances with a passion till I smelt one of them on my guy friends. My problem used to be with the fact that when you sprayed something like Bitter Peach, what you would get was a Bitter Peach smell, nothing more, nothing less. Tom Ford seemed like something boring and jarring.

I couldn't get the fragrance out of my head which obviously reflected that I had some internal hypocrisy going on. I decided to go get myself some of my most hated to try them out. Lost Cherry, Bitter Peach (of course), Rose Prick and Tobac .V.

Long story short, my ignorance was thwarted and I saw the light. The Fragrances melted with my chemistry and made a completely different perfume than the one that's stuck in the bottle. Moreover, I found so many layering opportunities because of the monotony of the perfumes. I love smelling sweet, so I found a way to turn up the sweetness in all of these so that they fit my dream.

Zimmerman

I've finally fully caught onto the Zimmerman wave, I know I'm terribly late, but better late than never. I absolutely love the vibe of Zimmerman. It reminds me of a Midsummer fever dream. They're colourful, pretty and lovely. Definitely my style and the clothing is petite friendly. Not too long and not too short. I can tell I will definitely be purchasing more.

MAC Blushes

Breath of plum and Fleur Power have been my favourite editions to my makeup collection. They're just pink enough for me. I'm into the extremely flushed look these days and MAC has done it for me perfectly. It lasts long, the feedback has been wonderful, I just love it so so much. I think I'm emotionally tied to them. Honestly, the pigment is wonderful and long lasting. I'm glad to find an affordable blush that doesn't disappear on dark skin.

🩷

#self care #levelup #hypergamous #makeup #fragrance #hypergamy

[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 8

Masterlist

Fever Epilogue Diary Entries:

The Intro consists of a news report detailing the theft of a Mayan relic from an exhibition at the National Museum of Korea

The trio of thieves were arrested mid-heist and when questioned by a reporter, one of them stated:

"I had to steal the relic to save humanity before they face the world's end."

They were also identified as believers of the religion named 'Sciensalvar' which was established by scientist Henry Jo in 1999 who used it to spread his beliefs about (1) humans being made up of energy, (2) his faith that all uncertainties about the future can be resolved with science, and (3) the energy condensed inside the Mayan relic (which is shaped like an hourglass) will be the key to saving humanity

It's at this point that the parallels between 'Sciensalvar' and the Central Government in the Z-World become evident

I'd also like to note that the name "Sciensalvar" is likely just a combination of "Scien" from "science" and "salvar" which is Spanish for "to save, to rescue" - saved by science

The Mayan relic Henry Jo mentioned is an hourglass artifact that imitates the moon's movement.

Experts have long speculated about the artifacts purpose but the common theory is that it was "crafted through an uncommon metallurgy technique" and used for "ceremonial purposes"

Ateez, now back in their own world, find themselves back in time to before Yunho's brother's accident which they presume to be a side-effect from smashing the Cromer

Yunho is, of course, thrilled by this because he's been handed a chance to save his brother but San feels conflicted

From San's entry:

I can understand Yunho, but deep down in my heart, I felt bitter against him. Whether we are in the past or present, one thing was clear. We may be alive, but Yeosang isn't here with us.

With the Cromer broken, San doesn't see a way for them to go back and safe him

Just then, Seonghwa rushed toward them with a shouted "This is the Cromer, right?"

He's holding the article from the Intro about the museum heist

Hongjoong is quick to draw the conclusions that the Cromer Yeosang just broke was from the other world so it's quite possible this world has its own version which would allow them to bring back Yeosang; they could just put it back in the museum after

The other members are immediately against Hongjoong's idea because of how dangerous and illegal it is

From Seonghwa's entry, we hear Hongjoong's reply:

"Whether it is legal or illegal, what about Yeosang? You are telling me that you want us to leave him there?"

Seonghwa admits to himself that he would've protested too in the past but now:

I'm not the person who I used to be. Saving Yeosang is my top priority. "We decided not be stuck in the past. When we left to another dimension, we all made up our minds, didn't we?"

Since they're sure they traveled back in time, they've been given the chance to make things right so, one by one, the other members agree to Hongjoong's plan

As everyone was coming together, Yunho quietly said, "I want to stay here. I can't leave my brother."

Shocked by Yunho's words, Jongho and Mingi distance themselves from the rest

From Jongho's entry:

"I respect Yunho's decision." I looked at Mingi, perplexed. He carefully went on. "When I thought that I may lose my grandmother, everything felt meaningless, even my dreams and our members. I believe it will be even worse for Yunho. He already lost his brother once. He'd never want to let him go." At that moment, I remembered when I punched Mingi. When Mingi told us he wanted to quit, saying that our dreams are meaningless, I felt betrayed and swung my fist. Obviously, my heart was instantly flooded with regret.

Mingi then, for the first time, shared his side of the story: his grandmother was the only family he had left, so when he thought he might lose her, he couldn't bear the thought of having fun with the members while her condition was worsening

It's then that Jongho finally understands where Mingi had been coming from back then and comes to the conclusion that Yunho must have it rough as well - torn between wanting to save Yeosang and his brother

They discussed things with the other members and decided to still go through with the plan; this time as six

Despite being back home with his brother, Yunho is nervous but hopeful that everything's going as planned

He keeps checking his phone every few minutes for which his brother scolds him

From Yunho's entry:

"You are so weird! You've changed so much! Well, I like it a lot better than when you were wandering around on your motorcycle... But I still can't get used to this sudden change in the last two weeks."

Yunho proceeds to switch the topic to the state of his brother's legs - his right has been dysfunctional since birth so his left tended to swell up a lot

Yunho massaged the left for him while he joked it must be what he traded for his musical skills to which his brother laughed

His brother calls it a blessing in disguise and switches on the TV just as the news came on

The report was about Henry Jo who'd just stormed the museum with 100 followers

Some boys who were trying to stop them from stealing the relic, are now being held as hostages. I jumped up. The hostages were my members. I took out my motorcycle key from the cabinet and yelled at my brother, "Stay inside. You should stay inside no matter what!"

From Wooyoung's entry:

Thought Sciensalvar was a religious group. But why... Why is Henry Jo pointing his knife at my throat? How did this happen?

The plan had been to show up at the museum at 4pm and enter the museum in two groups of three - one to distract the security guards which tend to loosen up at this point, and one to steal the Cromer before they got out of there and switched to the Z-World to get Yeosang

However, they didn't even get into the building before things derailed

A group of red-clad people entered the exhibition hall; they were gathered around one lone figure in black techwear holding the Cromer

It was in that moment that some high school girls with red blankets passed Wooyoung who snatched one of the blanket and covered himself, leaving the girls with embarrassed expressions behind

The five other members also proceeded to join the red-covered mass, but just before they reached Henry Jo, the police fired a blank and surrounded the group

At that moment, I reached towards the Cromer... But Henry Jo pointed a blade at my throat even more quickly. He whispered in my ear, holding back his laughter. "I just needed a hostage, so thank you for coming!"

From Hongjoong's entry:

'Think Hongjoong. Think!' My head blacked out. My head stopped because of this fear I've never felt before. Bang! The police shot another blank fire shot. As the final warning, the police yelled that if the hostages were not released, they would fire shots immediately.

Henry Jo orders his followers to not be swayed, no matter what

Just then, a group of six bikers races toward the museum and begins to circle the Sciensalvar followers who are visibly getting nervous

The noise from the bikes drowns out Henry Jo's instructions

Hongjoong's gaze catch sight of a familiar sticker on one of the bikes: "ATEEZ YH" - these are Yunho and his friends

I intuitively knew Yunho's plan. As Henry Jo lost control over his believers, he turned towards the crowd. "Wooyoung!!!" I wasn't sure if Wooyoung heard me, or if he intuitively knew it was Yunho, but Wooyoung snatched the Cromer and started to run.

The moment they split from the crowd, the motorcycles pull up and give them a chance to hop on before ramping up to put some distance between them and the museum

When Hongjoong looks back, he finds Henry Jo also splitting from his followers while the police were distracted by the chaos

From Mingi's entry:

"Ah, I knew you'd come back!" I shouted with excitement behind Yunho. As I was shouting with joy, I heard Hongjoong saying, "There's a car behind you!!"

The six motorcycles swerve hard to dodge the oncoming car, resulting in each of them crashing to the ground while the car rushes past and runs over the pedestrians on the sidewalk

Yunho trembles as he catches sight of who got hit

"Brother!" Yunho screamed as he ran to the pedestrian. It was Yunho's brother on the ground. He seemed like he was heading towards the museum after seeing Yunho's motorcycle on the news. Yunho's brother slowly opened his eyes and asked: "Is it 5:07 right now?" I checked my phone and it was 5:07 PM. "Your diary said that I got hit by a car at 5:07 PM." Yunho looked at his brother, startled. His brother went on, saying: "Sorry. I read your journal on the desk. I knew something was going on, but you never told me what you're going through." He painfully continued breathing. "It didn't make any sense, so I thought it was a lie. I guess it wasn't." "We need to go to the hospital right now." Yunho wiped his tears and tried to pull his brother, but his brother grabbed his arm. Yunho held on to his brother's hand as if he'd never let him go. "There's something I need to tell you... It wasn't your fault that I got injured back then, and even now, it isn't your fault. So leave me in the past and move on with your own life." Yunho was weeping. His brother slowly patted Yunho's head. "I love you, my brother. You know what I always say, right? You're doing your best just by going through the day. I was happy enough for the last two weeks. I appreciate it." Then, Yunho's brother passed out. Yunho put his head down on his brother's chest and wailed.

Henry Jo stumbles out of the flipped over car, blood dripping from a head injury as his gaze zeroes in on the Cromer in Wooyoung's hand

He pulls out a knife and rushes toward him but get interrupted when Yunho's fist sends him flying with an accompanied shout of "Turn the Cromer!"

Henry Jo picks his knife back up and climbs to his feet but just before he can reach them, Wooyoung turns the Cromer

From Yeosang's entry:

How long have I been in this glass room? It felt like an eternity being in this tube without any light.

All Yeosang has to look at are the resistance fighters covered by a black sheet with their biological energy stolen; among them, the Grimes siblings (their deaths are later fully confirmed in The World Ep Fin Diary Entries)

Left Eye and the siblings had been alerted by the bright light the Cromer emitted when it shattered but only Left Eye managed to escape the bunker, though even he lost his right arm in the process

I don't know how much time has passed. The pain was so great that I desired to lose my emotions instead. I wished that the Guardians would just kill me.

Just when his thoughts got that desperate, trumpets can be heard from outside

The Android Guardians rush outside and an audible fight breaks out

Yeosang begins to beat against the glass tube

"Somebody please get me out of here! Please!" The light that I hadn't seen for ages slid in when the door opened. Men in black fedoras were fighting with Android Guardians behind the opened door. "Hey, Yeosang." I heard a warm voice calling my name. A guy came near my glass room and pulled down his black mask. Tears of relief burst out of my eyes. It was Seonghwa.

Back in the Black Pirates' underground hideout, Left Eye, missing one arm and seeming more fragile under the weight of another loss, receives a morse code transmission

Left Eye interpreted the Morse Code he wrote down. The light of hope spread on his face gradually. Left Eye turned to the people and shouted: "They're back! They came back!!" The cheers of 'Black Pirate' echoed in the underground hideout. The messy handwriting of Left Eye on the paper reads: "SAY MY NAME. ATEEZ."

Side-note: this is also a callback to Hongjoong's diary entry from the Fever Part 1 Diary Entries

#ateez #ateez lore #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #fever epilogue

[distantlaughter]

Nico Rosberg: "In my daydreams, I'm sometimes a rock star"

by Jörg Böeckem for Die Zeit, 24 July 2014 (x)

In my dreams, I am always late. I've lost track of time. When I reach the race track, I see that all the other drivers are already buckled up in their cars. It's just before the race starts, I run up to my car and jump in, frantically trying to fasten my seat belts. If the six belts don't fit exactly, the race will be extremely uncomfortable. Before everything is in place and I'm ready, the lights change to green, giving the go-ahead for the start. When I can finally start, the others are already on the track. I am also the last one at the finish.

This nightmare has been with me for many years. I recently talked to my father about it. He said that, strangely enough, he used to dream exactly this dream over and over again.

Accidents never happen in my dreams, fortunately. I'm glad that my subconscious doesn't seem to be concerned with that. Negative thoughts can be dangerous. Nevertheless, fear plays an important role, of course. It can also have a positive effect by keeping me from going over my limit. Fear protects me.

One anxiety dream that has stuck in my memory comes from my early childhood. A fever dream that I dreamt again and again when I was sick: I am in an empty room of enormous dimensions. I am very small, and as the space around me gets bigger and bigger, I get smaller and smaller. I feel completely lost and panic. My parents told me that on nights like this, I sleepwalked and went through the closets in my bedroom.

In my childhood I was very good at tennis, I could have imagined a tennis career. Later, after graduating from high school, I enrolled in aeronautics studies in England. The combination of racing, mathematics and physics fascinated me. But then I focused entirely on a single dream.

My dream of becoming a race driver was born in 1995. I was ten years old and accompanied my father to a race in the German Touring Car Championship, it was his last as a professional. Back then, the race cars were still being pushed to the starting grid, I sat on the roof of my father's car, and we slowly rolled around the track¹. My father waved to the cheering crowd, I was too nervous and couldn't wave along. It was gigantic. At that moment I thought: I want to be a racing driver, too!

In my daydreams today, I am sometimes a rock star. I love to sing rock karaoke, at a Christmas party I once had a live band behind me, I sang a U2 song, in front of me 1,500 guests jumped up and down. An incredible thrill! For five minutes I actually felt like a rock star. Standing on stage, moving the masses, giving them a great moment - that's the dream!

¹videos of the parade 1, 2

#nicology #my post #nico rosberg

[dustedmagazine]

Tim Clarke’s 2023: Ears on the Prize

1. Rozi Plain — Prize (Memphis Industries)

Even though it was released way back in January, Prize is such an understated album that it nearly slipped under my radar completely. It popped up on some mid-year lists, including that of Dusted’s Margaret Welsh. The initial hook for me is that Rozi Leyden plays bass in This is the Kit (see my #3), but I had no idea she wrote and released her own music. From initial listens I was utterly beguiled, the economy of the songwriting and the richly colorful arrangements drawing me into obsessive repeat listens. Prize is a supremely absorbing and gently uplifting album, and one that I’ve played and enjoyed more than any other this year. Its beauty and clarity gradually reveal subtle, intoxicating depths.

2. Jana Horn — The Window is the Dream (No Quarter)

If Prize dominated my listening in the second half of 2023, it was The Window is the Dream that took pride of place in the first half — and it was one of my picks in the Mid-Year Exchange. They’re similarly oblique and alluring albums, but Horn’s record is shot through with a shadowy disquiet that seems to evoke a love gone sour. The chemistry among Horn’s band, especially the standout turn from electric guitarist Jonathan Horne, is truly something to behold, and elevates this superficially simple album into another realm entirely.

3. This is the Kit — Careful of Your Keepers (Rough Trade)

Rozi Leyden has played a key role in not one but two of my favorite albums of the year. The second is This is the Kit’s Careful of Your Keepers, notably produced by Super Furry Animals’ Gruff Rhys. Rhys shepherded the long-standing indie-folk band to create their best album to date, on which Kate Stables’ intimate songwriting is given a fresh, expansive dimension.

4. Wilco — Cousin (dBpm)

It was producer Cate Le Bon’s involvement in Wilco’s latest that piqued my interest, but thankfully Jeff Tweedy and co. have also brought their A-game on this one. Supposedly conceived pre-pandemic and then shelved, Cousin is a gloriously deep and emotionally engaging album from a band who have always seemed, to me, on the verge of creating something great, but never quite get over the line. With Le Bon’s help, Cousin takes a confident step beyond.

5. Pile — All Fiction (Exploding in Sound)

It’s taken for granted that Pile can dole out cathartic, noisy guitar records, but All Fiction feels different. Rick Maguire, Alex Molini and Kris Kuss maintain the electric dynamic they’ve always possessed, but shift their focus onto making the music between the crescendos more immersive and textural. It works brilliantly.

6. Meg Baird — Furling (Drag City)

Furling was released so early in the year, and so much great music has been released since, that it’s easy to forget just how good it is. As noted in my Dusted review, “Baird’s voice is an instrument of rare beauty, simultaneously assured and elusive, like a soft-focus Sandy Denny wandering in a fever dream.” When you situate such a voice within some of Baird’s best songs to date and embellish them with sensitive playing by her partner, Charlie Saufley, you’ve got a record of enduring beauty.

7. Devendra Banhart — Flying Wig (Mexican Summer)

Flying Wig is the second album on this list to be produced by Cate Le Bon. Here, Le Bon’s aesthetic is writ large, from the melancholy drift of the synth arrangements to the heavily modulated saxophone parts. Through it all Banhart sounds acutely lonely, while also luxuriating in the beauty of his musical backing. It’s a heady vibe, that’s for sure.

8. King Krule — Space Heavy (XL)

There are few musicians who simultaneously come across as hopelessly spaced out and gutturally pissed off at the same time. Archy Marshall is one of them, and his latest album drifts even further into dislocation and bewilderment than 2020’s stellar Man Alive!

9. Arrowounds — In the Octopus Pond (Lost Tribe Sound)

No other album released this year has quite sounded like Arrowounds’ In the Octopus Pond. It’s a singular and immersive blend of ambient and post-rock that evokes exemplary reference points such as Bark Psychosis, Dif Juz, and The World On Higher Downs. And if you enjoy this, Ryan Chamberlain has released another three albums this year, each venturing in a different direction.

10. Cory Hanson — Western Cum (Drag City)

Wand’s Cory Hanson put out his excellent second album, Pale Horse Rider, in 2021. It features a little six-string extroversion here and there, but doesn’t quite prepare the listener for album number three. Western Cum is Hanson in full guitar-hero mode; his playing is absolutely blistering. Though nothing on the album quite surpasses early single “Housefly” for sheer wind-in-your-hair thrills, Western Cum is a supremely enjoyable rock record, built to be played loud.

Also excellent (in alphabetical order):

Activity — Spirit in the Room (Western Vinyl)

Daniel Bachman — When the Roses Come Again (Three Lobed)

BCMC — Foreign Smokes (Drag City)

Califone — Villagers (Jealous Butcher)

James Ellis Ford — The Hum (Warp)

PJ Harvey — I Inside the Old Year Dying (Partisan)

Tim Hecker — No Highs (Kranky)

Blake Mills — Jelly Road (New Deal / Verve Forecast)

The Necks — Travel (Northern Spy / Fish of Milk)

Andy Shauf — Norm (Anti-)

#dusted magazine #yearend 2023 #tim clarke #rozi plain #jana horn #this is the kit #wilco #pile #meg baird #devendra banhart #king krule #arrowounds #cory hanson

[asknarashikari]

(follow up to my last 2 asks) Dream Vegas:if i fail this, im dead, if i don't try at all... im dead for sure... Dimension cab:Vegas... Dream Vegas:Hey your name is Fever slot right? Well which is stronger? vegas or the Casino? I GUESS WE'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT HUH?! Fever slot:ALRIGHT NOW THIS IS WHAT I CALL A BATTLE

Cue Shinnosuke and Keiwa facepalming while Kiriko and Neon scold Dream Vegas and Feverslot for picking a fight with each other

Meanwhile, Tsumuri and Chase scold Ace, Azuma and Gou for betting on which of them would win :P

#kamen rider geats #kamen rider drive #ask #elekingfan