#CAN YOU SEE I'M PERHAPS LOSING SOME MARBLES

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

TKATB - Theories, wahoo.

This will contain spoilers for Days 1 and 2 of @fantasia-kitt 's 'The Kid At The Back', along with containing mentions of material found on her Twitter (https://twitter.com/fantasia_kitt).

This is mostly based off things I've picked apart and/or kinda pieced together. If you feel I'm incorrect, or am missing something; hell, if you have any theories of your own, please share!

Anyway, the actual theories (apologies in advance if the rambling is...uh...too rambly).

- Okay, so considering the fact Jess was moved into the ‘Lower Class’ school, it means that she either failed a class or got a ‘violation’ (those are the conditions for being moved down, according to Hyugo). Brittney mentioned how ‘confident and loud’ Jess is when she’s angry, and Brittney apparently was popular at some point, but lost it at the party (it was mentioned a few times by Deryl) 2 years ago due to an incident. I think maybe Brittney was being bullied and Jess lost her shit, maybe even got physical? And that led to the duo being sent to the ‘Lower Class’ school.

- Subaru (Geo) and Hyugo are mentioned to be brothers, but Hyugo says “Subaru! I wasn’t expecting to see you here!”, which could mean Geo (due to him being rich af) was moved down as well??? Hyugo and Geo are brothers but have different surnames, so I have a feeling (also because Geo is said to have daddy issues by Fantasia herself), that maybe Subaru Oogami and Hyugo Sugimoto aren’t related.

- Continuing that, Hyugo is the ‘traitor’ that the ‘Rough-Voiced Man’ was looking for in the cinema, so he’s obviously affilated with some dodgy people, and we know he hates injustice, so perhaps he is a mercenary or assassin of sorts (he did canonically kill somebody, with Sol witnessing it, check Fantasia’s twitter); and that could be why Geo avoids him? Hell, why does Subaru even go by Geo? Is it a codename, like Geo Sugimoto, is he hiding his real identity?

- With the person who threatened MC and their father with taking the farm, and the Marie Antoinette references, maybe the ‘handsome man’ is Crowe’s father? Hell, maybe even Eries, the fuchsia-eyed celebrity Jess loves. Along with that, the 'moral' I suppose of her biography was along the lines of: change is inevitable, either you deny it, or accept it. It'll happen anyway, what changes is your role and reaction to it (say you choose Crowe, Sol'll lose his marbles; if you choose Sol, Crowe might move on...unless he's also insane but I doubt it).

- Flowers seem to be important symbolism-wise, like the carnation and passionflower mentions made by Crowe (carnations can mean love for someone, or purity if white, or rejection/disappointment if yellow. Passionflowers mean renewal and hope I think). Brugmansia is also a poisonous flower, so it hints to Sol being a ‘poison’ that could kill us.

- I've seen this mentioned by @sweet-herbal-peach-tea (I'm sorry for tagging you anon, I wanted to credit you; also check their theories out as well anons), but I'll add it here anyway: With the prominence of Edgar Allan Poe's 'Annabel Lee', it could hint to Sol having loved us either in a past life...or...maybe we - the MC - look identical to a past lover of his, one who maybe passed; and he's deluded himself into thinking we are them?

Now for my favourite ones:

- The Hallow’s Ball, the event Deryl mentions on the groupchat, is on Friday. Assuming the game will be 7 days long and that Day 1 is Monday, that means Day 5 is crucial. It could be a catalyst, hell it may even decide what ending you get (Fantasia said there’ll probably be about 5, 1 true, 2 good, 2 bad; albeit that could change). Geo mentions he doesn’t want to go, neither does Brittney, but I think she will due to the fact Jess is. It may decide whether you choose Crowe or Sol, along with finalising relations with the other characters.

- Hyugo also mentions ‘taking care of Sol for him’, implying his absence…or even death. Hyugo pulls a gun on a person who seems to know him, maybe the boss of a crime syndicate? Hyugo hates injustice, so maybe the missing persons cases are being caused by people Hyugo knows, and he wants to stop them? I think if Hyugo vanishes (hell, it’s already known that he doesn’t always show up to class), it might be a way to get more info out of Geo.

That’s all I got off the top of my head lol, if it seems janky, I'm sorry. ;^

And uuh...yeah. This is my first Tumblr post so yeah. Love this Visual Novel and cannot wait to see more! (Especially of Geode lmfao).

#the kid at the back sol #geo subaru oogami #sol brugmansia #the kid at the back #tkatb sol #crowe ichabod #jericho crowe ichabod #hyugo sugimoto #tkatb hyugo #the kid at the back hyugo #geo oogami #tkatb vn #brittney claire #jessie sitrus #deryl helianthus #i love this visual novel so much #repost #reminder that geo is superior #geo(de)

[eluminium]

Life Series: Angel's Blessing

...or how killing Skizz seems to lock you into a Top 2 placement.

Welcome to another post where Eluminium goes insane about Skizzleman because the brainrot is consuming me.

So y'all know of the whole "Skizz and the number 3" thing? Well, a part I forgot to mention in the original post was a weird thing relating to Skizz's last deaths. Now Skizz is very good at dying early, he and Jimmy are the only two people who've never made it past session 7. In 3rd Life, he was killed by Grian. In Last Life, he was shot by Ren. And in Limited Life he sacrificed himself to TIES by having Etho kill him.

But.

In (almost) every single death he's had, he's been killed by either the winner of the game or by second place. And the other one (Scar for 3rd Life and Scott for Last Life) was also there to witness it firsthand. Every time. It's not as strong in Limited Life, but it's still there. Who was a witness to Skizz's sacrifice? Impulse. Who came second? Impulse. Martyn didn't witness it nor permakill Skizz, but you could argue that one of the kills Martyn got on Skizz pushed him towards his eventual martyrdom.

 In almost every series, the one to either permakill Skizz or watch Skizz permadie gets top 2. With no fail (so far.) Three times in a row.

Hmmm, well isn't that weird? And it's happened in every series Skizz has been in. And what are the only numbers above three? That's right. One and Two. First and Second. It's almost as if Skizz's weird curse tied to the three works as a blessing for whoever is there to kill him or watch him die. I suppose one man's curse is another man's blessing.

So uhm, petition to call this weird phenomenon "Angel's Blessing." For...obvious reasons. 

Hey I mean, could probably work it into a funny design thing. 

Just imagine Desert Duo in the cactus ring. As they throw punch after punch and speak their woes on how they don't wanna do this, two cracked and barely noticeable triangle-shaped halos (haha get it because three) are hovering over both their heads. As Scar's health starts draining, the halo fades with him, while Grian's only grows stronger, and more stable. Eventually, Grian's fist cracks right through Scar's barely visible golden headpiece, and with that, Scar has no chance. Not that he put up much resistance in the first place.

Just imagine Scott and Ren's final battle. Scott, fresh from his kill on Martyn, with his triangle halo hovering, just taking shot after shot on Ren. With every hit, Ren's halo grows weaker. However, it isn't Scott who smashes the fragile thing into pieces, instead the honor is given to a random zombie, who doesn't care what it just destroyed. When Scott stands victorious, divine lightning strikes and shatters his halo too. 

Just imagine Martyn cutting down Scott first because he knows. He's an observant guy, he's noticed the little gold barely-noticeable triangle floating over Impulse's head. A naive soul would have mistaken it for a trick of the light, but Martyn sees how it cracks as if solid when he ends Scott's life. Scott had to be first, Scott didn't have a halo this time. If Martyn himself looked up, it's quite likely he'd see his own little triangle. Strong, solid, blessed. But the one floating over the demon's head is a broken, helpless, sad little thing uselessly clinging onto hope after being so thoroughly crushed. 

Martyn's brain takes him back for a second. Back to the very first session of this damned death game. Back to that cave, to the rush of the Boogeyman curse, and back to Skizz. As Skizz called him up to give him a sweet compliment, he readied his blade. But all he saw was this poor wingless angel, an angel who had his two snow-white wings hacked off by two boogies barely ten minutes in. All that remained was his halo, and if Martyn wanted to kill Skizz, he would have had to break it...and he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was almost too pathetic. He let Skizz live, let him keep his last piece. And that would be a piece kept until Etho broke it on Skizz's behalf since Skizz never got Boogey killed again.

He couldn't go through with the backstabbing then. It's different now. Much blood-drenched time has passed since.

Now Martyn brings down his axe and lava on his ally, a betrayal he refrained from when this series started. He's numb by now.

When lightning strikes where Scott once stood, he looks over to a shocked Impulse. An Impulse with no armor, an Impulse who won't be able to react in time. Just as helpless and vulnerable as Skizz in that cave. The halo still sits right over the demonic horns, and to kill Impulse, he'll have to break it.

But Martyn is a different man now. Those acts of mercy are long gone. Now, he feels nothing as he mercilessly chases Impulse down and brings his axe through the halo that once made him hesitate. Wrathful, hungry, animalistic.

It's what these worlds do to them. It's what they do to them.

An Angel's Blessing can't guarantee victory. But it can guarantee something better than third. 

And well. For once, the blessing went to Impulse. About time, considering Impulse has watched Skizz permadie every single time. 

Isn't the Life series just full of fun patterns to discover?

btw Skizz said on the podcast today that he has a habit of sometimes kissing Impulse on the cheek when they're reunited. Just a fun fact to cheer you up <3

#skizzleman #dose of skizz #limited life spoilers #life series spoilers #CAN YOU SEE IM GOING A BIT INSANE #CAN YOU SEE I'M PERHAPS LOSING SOME MARBLES #I #SKIZZ JUST MAKES ME INSANE OKAY #HIS PATTERNS ARE SO WEIRD #AND SO SPECIFIC #IS THIS THE FIRST INSTENCE OF A BLESSING IN THE LIFE SERIES???? #IF IT IS...IT MAKES SENSE IT'S SKIZZ #SAINT SKIZZ THE MARTYR HIMSELF #3rd life #3lsmp #last life #llsmp #limited life #limlsmp #traffic series #life series #my writing #grian #goodtimeswithscar #scott smajor #renthedog #impulsesv #inthelittlewood #just mentioning all the little guys who got their halo scenario or whatever IHJEOGIEHOGS #trafficblr

[notesofarichlycolorednight]

realizing the real reason why I can't write more than one fic at a time ISN'T bc it's just difficult for me to switch but IS in fact bc it fucks with my mental health

fanfic is supposed to be fun but the pressure to write for ppl who are waiting from me for three separate fics is too much

#the issue is. I can't stop #like i can put at least one fic down and not feel too bad abt it #the chapters are actually all already written #they just need copy editing #but i realized today i said I'd post like once a week bc of this #and neglected to do that bc #i have two other fics that need my attention #and I'm also trying to make christmas presents #and i also have work on top of all that #and like yes i could put down another fic but also no I can't bc I've been planning it for 3 yrs #recently hit a writer's block for it and literally just got over it #so no I can't actually put it down #but the second fic is for a big bang #and i actually do have an obligation to write #so I can't put that down either #do you see my problem #i'm going insanse #perhaps wacky #some might even say crazy #i'm losing my mind my marbles my bananas #i am falling off my rocker so to speak #chirp.txt #chirp.tags

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Oh god, I was just giggling so hard at howdy anons ask and your reply about reader letting König wait (sending a smooch to you both ❤️😘). He really deserves to suffer a little like that lol! Just imagining this guy, who likes to see himself as so strong and dominant, especially towards woman, slowly but surely lose his fucking marbles... And all because of that sweet little lady, who has his horniness in a bloody choke hold - not even realising the power she has over him. He's never had to show this much restraint... And he does hold back because, he even more likes to see himself as a gentlemen towards his sweetie (one who will absolutely ruin and wreck her once she let's him off his leash and takes the muzzle off). Poor little Köni.

I can see him letting out this sexual frustration at training for example. He is working these punching bags like absolutely batshit crazy. Destroying gym equipment, because he goes in so hard and has just soooo much pent up energy after every little cuddling session with sweet reader and doesn't know what to do with hit (violently masturbating after being with her hardly helps...). The other operators at the base gym just side eying him and wondering, if he now reached the final state of madness and silently prepare for the explosion that will wipe out all life on earth...

Also: we are really branching out with the toxic König brand here. First the institute, now the book club. I'm loving the growth here. Maby we can establish some kind of co working space next at toxic König headquarters, so we all have a place where we can thirst efficiently and just pump these numbers up even more for Toxic König Inc. (TKI). I can see an involvement in the stock market by next quarter at this growth rate. Maby some Tupperware-esk door to door sales to get more people hooked on to toxic König? (ok, that sounds to much like a cult now...)

Haha this is so crazy, all I wanted was to make Ghost happy, get him laid, perhaps even get him married… but here I am, 6 months later, having this blog and wondering which content warnings to slap on another König post where we discuss his obsession with virgins and their mythical hymen blood 💕

He destroys the punching bag (RIP) and somehow manages to rip the pull up bar from the concrete wall. His deadlifts can be heard all the way to the mess – envious rookies would say König is doing it wrong, that it's a major error in execution, but the veterans know better... This crazy lunatic is simply having trouble with women (again).

But you know what would make König nearly faint?

When sweet innocent reader finally allows his hands roam a bit!

He's allowed to caress her waist as they cuddle, she even lets him bring his huge palm on her tits – it feels like the most erotic thing ever, just to paw those soft breasts over her shirt. And what happens next is that she rolls her hips – König holds his breath – she's actually pressing her ass against his cock. Of course they're still wearing clothes, but her movements are nothing short of sexual.

It makes his brain shut down completely, but soon he's panting in her ear, grinding his groin against the swell of her ass in rhythm with her movements. She doesn't stop him when his hand slowly, tentatively shifts down, then forces its way under the waistband of her pants – ach du Scheiße, it's finally happening… Can this be real?

His fingers slip under her underwear and arrive on her soft mound. He tries to shove his hand further down and into her folds but then – Scheiße – delicate fingers curl around his wrist and pick his hand up from paradise.

"Please… I'm just not ready yet," she explains gently, and the German curses in his mind are loud and foul as König tries to catch his breath and ignore the fact that his boxers are painfully tight and now stained and wet with precum.

"Let me lick your cunt," he offers with a hoarse voice while she's still holding him by the wrist, denying access to her. "Bitte... I just want to have a taste..."

Sweet reader goes tense and turns, looks at the soldier who has a funny accent and weird mannerisms, the soldier who was supposed to be a gentleman, with parted lips and eyes wide from shock.

"König, you can't say things like that…!"

#his head explodes after that #we thought he was a villain but NO this is where his villain arc BEGINS #she drives him to madness #I wonder what happens when König can't play the gentleman anymore 🥹 #yandere könig #answered #könig x virgin!reader #könig x virgin reader

[daze4all]

Sparring turns Spicy~ Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Blade x Reader 

Wrestling Match with Dragon Yandere! Dan Heng: Don't awaken the dragon oops you did....

Mind Games & Lessons with Manipulator!Jing Yuan " It''ll only take 70 years or so~" Jing Yuan says lazily eyes glinting in challenge.

3. All Out Battle with Beserker!Blade: A swordfight or bring a gun to sword fight but Immortal! Blade will win once it's close quarters but maybe a trap to delay him a bit is all you need....

Wrestler! Yandere! Dragon! Dan Heng somehow this turned spicy.... 

- I could see Dan Heng & Reader wrestling on the training floor in close combat fist-fight ditching weapons cuz Reader and Dan Heng get too competitive in the train training room 

-Dan Heng pins you down maybe using his tail in his dragon form

Starts traditional regulated spar like fighting in a game but devolves to a Belabog style wrestling match when both lose their weapons

Reader/Stelle Throwing Dan Heng's spear into the wall so it sticks and Dan Heng doing the same to her spear and bat lol 

Cuz I can see feral rabid raccoon! stelle mc! tackling Dan Heng to the ground getting way too competitive after losing their weapon. 

Yandere! Dragon! Dan Heng 

 Dragon Dan Heng comes out full force with some survival instinct with his marbles as there are no more weapons. 

Reader/Stelle snatching Dan Heng's marbles/weapon to throw them off the train going lol "What are you gonna fight me with now Dan Heng. I win! " XP sticking out their tongue out to be cheeky

Dragon! Dan Heng growls back " Fight with now fists, horns, fang and tail thats what" the cool dragon yong from Belabog gone angry dragon imbibitor lunae here to stay all glowy and feral. 

Spiciness in a Spar 

Thus commencing a heated tumble in the train's training room. That may turn spicy from close contact of chests, tail, limbs, and legs. 

Dragon! Dan Heng Probably, pinning the reader down with his weight & his tail snaked around their legs pressing down...

Dragon! Dan Heng regaining his controlling authoritative tone to "Yield now". 

Dragon! Dan Heng fangs at Stelle/readers neck ready to bite but not aware of what he doing as some long buried instinct to dominate and show superiority. 

End of Spiciness 

Only for March Welt and Himeko to burst in to stop him. After hearing the commotion and witnessing the ruined training room. 

Perhaps with a spray gun or hose in hand to cool him off cuz that's what you use for dogs in a rut lol. 

Dan Heng would regain his cool and apologize and be embarrassed as hell that his instincts took over from being riled up that his authority was challenged.  

 Afterward, Reader/MC & Dan Heng are both awkward and embarrassed and keep thier distance until they cannot hold back anymore and cross a line~

 or prank each other to get out of that weird funk to stay friends.

Sparring with Yandere!Jing yuan- Mental Mind Game and traps

2. Mind Games & Lessons with Manipulator!Jing Yuan

"Certainly you can stay say 70 years"- Jing Yuan hums contemplating not taking into account his lifespan so much long than yours.

"Thats half my lifetime General!" - Reader

"I'm honored you'll willing to stay that long to play game of go with me."" he chuckles hand propped underneath his head like a lazy big cat.

"Uhhh no I never agreed to that, just a spar general" - Reader -_-

"We'll just have to fix that then" he rumbles eyes flashing gold.

With Jing Yuan it's a battle of the minds and moves. 

"Take your time, and consider your position" he'd warn playfully like his idle. 

A long drawn out battle where he'll set traps, teases you and corrects your sword stances. 

Jing Yuan is the type that will take the calm caring teacher role but also the type to tease his student to do thier best. 

  Expect weapon combat lessons, teasing and touchs . 

Spicy! Sword Stance Teacher !Jing Yuan

Teacher! Jing Yuan shifting your footwork with a nudges of his foot, or probes at you waist and arms guiding you into better position

Jing Yuan showing you a better form by teasing you when he places a leg between yours to force you to widen your stance . 

Teacher! Jing Yuan getting way too close for fleeting second with sly smile before pulling away with a "Thats right. Good job, the stance is correct now" 

Spicy! Jing Yuan whispering in the shell of your ear saying "That sword stance isn't quite right, how about I show you" and correcting with lingering touches at your waist or wrist. 

Spear Teacher! Jing Yuan

Or perhaps reader wants to use the spear like Jing Yuan. So he dares you to try lifting his own spear/ gaundo. 

But his Gaundo too heavy and he offers to help and lifts his guandao but lifting you with it. As your hands are still holding onto the spear to not fall before wrapping an arm around your waist to lift you with it.

"Haha! hardly any heavier" he'd remark as you are too flustered to let go of his spear. You may squirm to get out of his grip as reader is embarrased he showed you up so easily and are stuck in his arms. 

3. Swordfight or Gun fight with Beserker! Blade

-So a fight with blade be all out, probably a confrontation since he is a stellaron hunter and you. some unlucky guard. 

- Or ally and fellow stellaron hunter having learned laser guns from kafka or silver wolf 

- Imagine: Exchanging blades with Blade

- Reader would last longer in a gunfight. Who brings guns to swordfight ? this bitchass reader does

- Immortal! Blade will win once it's close quarters and being immortal he'll outlast you and any traps you set. But maybe trap to delay him a bit is all you need, but once he breaks free he is going after you with a grudge, so not reccommended. 

- Alternatively try a gunfight having 

Not like you'll win cuz as soon as you get close to stab him. Surprise he is immortal ! 

"Unleash the Mara" Fighter Blade seems the type to get riled up and carried away by his mara during his fight. Eyes blazing ,sword ready.

Beserker! Blade stepping closer to you regardless of the wounds inflicted during the fight letting your weapon push further intp him as he reaches out for you while bleeding "you you should be dead!" you say scared and shocked that this man is still standing. 

Expect bruises cut, scrapes, and maybe bites a bit?

Okay maybe if blade loses his weapon cuz teeth are humans natural weapon but i digress. (Is it like how vampire/zombie infect via mara by biting or just biting fetish talking lol. Mara!Zombie! Blade is another thought lol)

Berserker! Blade: Seem like the type to surprise you from behind with a backstab....

Try out Traps? 

So I guess the other option is to tie him up, but once he gets out you know he is coming for you with the fire of mara in his eyes. 

"Its only matter or time until I get you in my grasp" 

 Imagine: You trap him with a riddle or word scramble he has to solve

Somehow i think this would slow him down alot since he has moments where the mara scramble his brain, so he is super annoyed and it takes him awhile. 

"Pay the price for tying me up and wasting my immortal life on puzzle" he deadpans 

Beserker! Blade he's just not a mind game guy and straight to the chase due to his beserker mode.

Beserker! Blade is the type to destroy any trap than solve it due to a lack of patience. 

Random Thoughts on Bladesmith! Blade 

Bladesmith! Blade takes good care of weapons. He hugs his for example.

Berserker! Blade has favorite weapons that he names & Hugs as his soft side.

Imagine: he nicknames you after his blades. lol sweet sorta?

Beserker! Blade he will be pissed if you somehow break your blade but would try to fix it. 

Bladesmith! Blade's anger is cold. He would stand there all intimidating until to apologized not to him but to your blade for breaking it and promise to take care of it better. 

Bladesmith! Blade strikes me as the handyman type who would fix the plumbing if that had that on a stelleron ship . 

Or a toilet lol.

Bladesmith! Blade Deals with the shit on the stelleron ship literally and figuratively. As the one sane rational person on ship maybe not counting the beserker mara mode.

#honkai star rail #male yandere x reader #hsr blade #yandere imagines #imbibitor lunae #dan heng #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x reader #male yandere #yandere jing yuan #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail jing yuan #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #marastruck jing yuan #genshin impact #dan heng x you #hsr dan heng #dan feng #honkai dan heng #yandere dan heng #yandere blade #blade x reader #blade honkai star rail #blade x you #stelle x dan heng

[aokoaoi]

Can you pls do a shuri x reader where they are dating but shuri has been neglecting reader so reader gets mad and they fight and in a fit of rage, reader takes off her kimoyo beads and disappears from the places for some hours and shuri gets worried+ even more upset...etc etc

𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭. part one.

᪥ pairings : shuri x fem!reader.

᪥ warnings : arguing. yelling. meanie shuri and mc. horribly written angst.

᪥ authors note : im genuinely horrible at writing arguing scenes.. but I tried so:p

Being the Queen's significant other was the last thing you've expected what your future had in stored for you. That's right, Queen.

Shuri took the title of Queen after her beloved mothers death. But she has thought about making you Queen after marrying you while she continued to be black panther. Plus, she thinks you'd fit the role.

You two were always seen together. Doing all sorts of reckless and fun things together. You both were basically called 'inseparable' by practically half the population of Wakanda.

But you can't help the question of 'where's shuri' trigger you when you walk alone in the streets of Wakanda.

'Where's Shuri?' You may ask? Oh, back in her lab doing 'something' as she said.

Lately, your lover hasn't been giving you much time unlike before. When you try to visit her, give her her usual favorite pecks on the faces, she'd just reply with a simple 'hello, dearest' give you a peck on the cheek and go back to her work.

Now, you tried to be an understanding lovable partner, but this has been going on for days. Days, for good Lord!

All this 'I'm doing work' was driving you shitbat crazy. You barely see her everytime you go to sleep because of how long she stays up to finish her work.

'Oh, (name), it might be for you'

No. It wasn't. Not that you were upset it wasn't. You were simply upset because of how little attention you were getting nowadays.

You miss when you both were constantly smothering eachother with affection. When you both to constant dates for practically everyday. When you both lull one after the other to sleep, with the other in the embrace of the other.

But now it was like she was losing all love for you.

She barely looked at you anymore, barely came to greet you goodmoring because of how early she wakes up just for her work.

Okoye has seen the masked irritation you hid, and all she gave you were wide, concerned eyes, praying for what may come to their Queen.

The stabbing of utensils on the plate was enough to drive her insane as well. Like, just listening to the sound of the utensils scraping on the plate, how could you not hear such irritating sounds you were making?

Probably because you were irritated yourself.

You've tried to give Shuri a subtle talk. And guess what, she was barely listening. It all happened with a 'shuri, are you listening.' Then a 'What was that, love?' And an irritated sound came from your mouth, leaving you stomping out of the lab.

Were you being childish..? Perhaps.

Was the reason of the childishness fair? Of fucking course?

You were done being treated like you're invisible by your own lover. So you're gonna go back into that lab, have a serious talk with her, and probably rant about how much irritation she's been giving you.

As always, as soon as you stepped into the lab, no one else was in there. Shuri probably kicked everyone out because she wants some alone time with her work.

You immediately walked towards where you think she's at, the heel of your heeled sandals loudly clacking on the floor.

"Shuri." You called out as soon as you saw her. She didn't turn, nor did she even glance. She went on to her work as if she hadn't heard you.

"Shuri, dearest, we need to talk." You ordered. Finally, she looks at you, a neutral look on her face, "(name), I'm busy, can we do this later?" She questioned you, turning back onto her work.

You snapped. Your hand moved to cover the paperwork laying on the white marbled counters, loudly making a thud sound. Now that it's covered, she didn't have anything to focus on aside from you.

Her dark eyes landed on your face, her furrowed brows matching with a glare.

"See, this is what the problem is." You began, loudly huffing. Your hand stayed covering the papers, putting pressure on it as if someone's gonna take it from you.

Shuri grunts, "What problem? There's no problem here, (name). Now can you give me my papers so I can finish this?" She says dismissively, trying to pull away your hand from her crumpling papers.

You looked at her I'm disbelief, shaking your head. "Are you honestly oblivious of how much you've been neglecting me?" The latter looks at you, confused.

"Why would I be neglecting you? You're my lover." She questioned incredulously.

"For now! Shuri, you barely even go to sleep anymore. I've tried to be understanding, but it's been dragging on for far too long." You stated, outraged that she could be acting so casually.

"(name), I have work. You seriously expect me to be around you all the time when I have other things to be worrying about?" Shuri questioned you. You heaved an inhale, your lips quivering.

"I'm not saying you have to be with me ALL the time—"

"You basically are."

"Shuri." You muttered, brows furrowing. "Please, you've been neglecting me for weeks. I barely see you anymore! You don't even come to dinners. Tell me, how long have you went out of the lab?"

Shuri pauses at your last sentence, as if trying to remember.

"Please, my love. All I ask is for you to take a break. I don't want to see you overwork yourself." You pleaded, trying to grasp her hand. She refuses your touch, pulling her hand away from you. Your eyes widen, taken aback.

"You don't understand, (name)." She mutters under her breath, frustrated.

"Of course I don't. I don't, is that what you want to hear? I don't, because you barely tell me anything anymore. You're so—!"

"I'm so what? An awful partner?"

"That's not what I was gonna say." You grunt.

"You wouldn't even be walking around the palace right now of it weren't for me. Don't go telling me I'm neglecting you when all I've done for you was be there for you. I've done everything for you. I often went against my mother for you. And you tell me I'm neglecting you?"

You sighed. You hated that she was right.

"Shuri, just want you to understand my point! Those were before, what I'm talking about is now, shuri, now! You can't turn this against me. All I'm asking is for you to take a break, maybe get some sleep, and EAT?"

"You're practically locking yourself inside this room, drawing yourself in work! 'I'm busy, (name)' 'it's important, (name)' what's so important that you forget to take care of yourself?" You yelled as the latter stays silent.

"I'm not just talking about you neglecting me, Shuri. Don't make me repeat myself."

Shuri takes a step back, letting about a deep exhale. "Get out." She says, her voice below a whisper. You raised a brow, scoffing in disbelief.

You outstretched an arm, bowing sarcastically. "As you wish, your highness." You said, smiling passive aggressively. The stormed out of the lab, throwing away the kimoyo beads the second you stepped out of the door.

part two.

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[damagnificentcookie]

Forever Mine

Dark!Alma Peregrine X Reader

Summary: Y/n is a librarian that is stuck inside the loop. One day Alma went to the library to borrow a book when suddenly y/n caught her eye. Since then Alma would secretly follow her and perch outside her windows after she reset. She noticed that y/n never loses her memory of the day and constantly changes her schedule even subconsciously. Y/n needs her, she must protect her,...for the safety of her wards of course.

Tag List: @elza02 @mandy-asimp @sunshinecallie @whatsupwithjinx @notmanagingmymischief

Warning: Slight swearing, kidnapping, drugging, killing, basically most things that happen in the movie RUN

A/n: I should be updating my other miss peregrine book on wattpad but I reaaaallyy wanted to try and write this, hopefully, yall will like it :D (Also I'm going to do a mix of the book and movie here)

"Fiona, can you watch over the loop till I come back? I'll be back before supper!" Fiona eagerly agreed before hugging Alma tightly goodbye and running off.

Alma watched as Fiona disappeared around a corner and waited a while longer before she carefully opened the door and left.

The library was always pretty busy in the loop, but then again everything repeats so Alma knew when was the perfect time to go without it being too busy. She pushed open the door as a bell rang alerting the librarian of someone's presence.

"Miss Peregrine! How great to see you today, again." You welcomed warmly.

"What do you mean by again, darling, I have only just entered." Alma watched as your eyes widened and tried to quickly find an excuse to cover your mix-up.

Laughing it off, Alma placed the books she has borrowed on the table and waited for you to take them.

"Would that be all Miss Peregrine?" You smiled nervously as you put the books she has returned in a bin.

"That would be all, dear. But may I ask when you are free? I would like to introduce my children to you so whenever they come to town they know a familiar face."

You were put back a little not expecting this from a regular. It got you thinking, that every day has been repeating for the last month, you could always just say tomorrow and pretend you didn't remember this encounter when the day miraculously resets.

"Oh, that would be quite lovely! I'm free tomorrow at noon." You replied hoping she didn't notice how long it took for you to respond.

"Well it's settled, I'll come back tomorrow. See you later, dear. Oh, and please call me Alma." She winked at you before leaving.

You watched her from the window wondering how odd this encounter was. She would always come to the library and return a book at exactly half past twelve but never tried to make a conversation with you. You would always catch her staring when you turned to put her books in the return basket. How odd.

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Waving goodbye to your coworker, you headed out the door and made the long trek home. Oddly enough, you always felt that you were being watched but whenever you check your surroundings, no one is nearby. Shrugging it off as paranoia you seemed to forget about the bother.

Upon reaching home, you hung your coat before going into the kitchen to make some tea when the raven-haired regular invaded your head. Happy that she has talked to you today although it was odd, admittingly she is quite strange.

Shaking off the thought you took the kettle off of the stove and prepared the tea. You thought for a while, perhaps you should go with her to meet her children.

Putting the tea and some biscuits on a tray, you walked to your dining room and set the tray down. You then walked towards your drawer and brought out a pen and some paper.

If you were going to possibly come with her, why not prepare some gifts?

You started to draw a few items like teddy bears, a football, a pair of skates, and some other items. You have heard that she has about twelve kids, amazing that she can take care of that many without losing her marbles. You most definitely could not, the solitude of your home and life is more than satisfying enough.

You placed your finished drawings to the side before finishing your tea and moving it away. You decided to draw a sapphire necklace for Alma.

...Alma...what a pretty name.

You froze before shaking any thoughts out of your head and continuing the necklace.

You finished it just in time for the bombs to fly overhead. Covering your ears, you closed your eyes and started to count to ten. Soon you can hear that the bombs have left and soon it became quiet.

Opening your eyes, you took your drawings and set them down in a row. You placed your hand over the teddy bear and gently lifted it out of the paper. You repeated the process before now having live items instead of drawings. You threw away the leftover paper and started to wrap the items and placed it into your work bag.

Deciding this was enough for today, you retired to your bedroom failing to notice a falcon perched on your windowsill, watching you.

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"A beautiful Daisy Bell~" Softly singing to yourself as you placed the returned books back onto their designated shelves. Not hearing the bell from the door ring you continued to sing and sort the books until you hear the familiar click of a certain someone's heels.

"Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do~" You turned around quickly to see Alma looming over you pretending to look through the books on the shelves as she continued your singing.

"I'm half crazy all for the love of you" A shiver ran down your spine as her eye's met yours. You backed up and accidentally bumped into the shelf behind you.

You were in awe...she has such a beautiful voice, not that you haven't heard her speak before. Dear god, what is this woman doing to you.

"Miss Peregrine! How great to see you today." You smiled at her as you prayed that your face wasn't beet red. Alma tsked as she turned around and walked away, promptly having you let out a sigh of relief.

"Didn't I say you can call me Alma? You don't have to keep up the act, dear, I know you are pretty special." You stood there in quite a shock, frozen in place.

How could she have known? Were you not careful enough at hiding? You never drew outside of your home once. Tons of questions flood through your mind demanding answers. Finally snapping out of your trance, you walked to your desk and opened the little side door so you could go behind it.

Awkwardly you cough while asking her what you can do for her today. Handing you a book that she has borrowed just two days ago you quickly took it out of her hand and placed it into the return bin before asking her if there is anything else.

"Forgot your promise already? I don't like liars nor deal-breakers you know? You should be punished, dear." She looked into your eyes to search for what you may be thinking, trying but failing to suppress her growing smile.

"I have no idea what you are talking about Mis- Alma?" You say while trying to look anywhere but at her.

Alma raised an eyebrow and hummed. She thought for a while before smirking.

"Well if you truly don't remember then may I ask what's in your bag? It looks heavy, you don't have anything planned for tonight?" Her smirk widened when she saw a flash of fear in your eyes. Oh what an adorable little thing, you need her. You are as clueless as a little bird who flew right into a window.

The more this conversation continues the more unsettled you start to get. Your brain is screaming at you to tell her to leave but your heart was in control today and you stood your ground. Sighing in defeat, you walked back out of your desk and grabbed your bag. Your shift ends in 3 minutes, no point in hiding anymore. Alma smiled and walked towards you satisfied.

"I see you remembered, now don't you try to lie again, alright? Follow me, dearest." You were deeply unsettled but excited from today's encounter, but guessing it is too late you followed her home not realizing this will be the last time you will ever see the library or outside again.

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"Would you like some tea?" Alma asked as she lead you into her house, you were in awe at how gorgeous everything looked. The garden was nicely kept with kids running around and playing, and the inside was nice and comfortable with tons of decorations that complemented the walls.

"That would be nice and by golly Alma, your house is gorgeous! Did you decorate it yourself?" You complimented as you walked along the halls, gently moving your hand across the displays. It felt as if you were in a museum.

Getting caught in your mind, you failed to notice Alma's face grow red as she prepared your tea and secretly added an unknown substance.

You turned around and found that Alma was seated on a sofa looking at you with an unreadable expression. Smiling at her, she looked into your eyes and smiled back. You walked over and sat across from her taking the tea and thanking her.

Stirring it around you realized the tea smelt...odd? Shrugging it off as being nervous you took a sip as Alma watched you intensely. You felt a bit awkward and scared by her odd behavior, but that just prompted you to finish the whole drink in a matter of seconds.

Oh dear, that was a terrible idea. You felt like puking, it was getting terribly hard to breathe and you can't tell if its the heat or the weird aftertaste the tea had. You fell to the floor coughing violently as Alma rushed over to you and started to pat your back. Slowly, you tried to look at Alma but you just started to cough more until you felt lightheaded.

You felt yourself being lifted up and carried away. Resisting the urge to close your eyes, you looked at Alma and saw that she was looking back at you with a smile on her face.

You wanted to scream, to yell for help, anything, but you slowly succumbed to the pain and closed your eyes.

"Don't worry, my love. I will take great care of you, don't worry anymore. You are forever mine.

A/n: Honestly I felt like this may have been kind of disappointing for the wait but I really did not want to make you guys wait any longer. Thank you all for the support and I hope you will enjoy it! I might write a part two tbh...

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[the-cato-sicarius]

As I walk up the steps of the reclusiam, I can feel my legs grow heavier, not from the physical exertion despite the thousands of winding marble steps, but from the sinking feeling that I'm not allowed to be here anymore.

I have spent so much time here, praying, being guided spiritually by my betters, giving my weary soul some respite in dark times.

Ever since my father, my Primarch, returned to life, that has changed. He never forbade the practice, but the heavy frowning upon it made it all but obsolete among his trusted men.

Yet, with practised ease, I fell to my knees in front of the shrine, trying to find the solace I so desperately needed.

“Captain Sicarius, I haven't seen you in here for quite some time.” The voice was very human; it had such warmth to it, but without turning around, I knew I would be face to face with anything but.

“Cassius,” I acknowledged and looked upon his lined face. It was covered more than not in cybernetics, just like the rest of his wartorn body.

“To what does this humble sanctuary owe the honour, esteemed captain?” He asked.

“I require guidance,” I answered him truthfully.

“Guidance our gene father can not bestow you?” Cassius asked; I could see I had piqued his interest.

“It is regarding him I've come,” I said, yet in my head, I wondered if I was betraying the trust put upon me by Guilliman. Cassius, on the other hand, looked intrigued and nodded for me to continue.

“The Primarch, Guilliman. He was crying in the bath, mumbling to himself, “Perhaps that bastard was right; perhaps I am a god.” He seemed drunk, Cassius. How is that even possible? I don't know what to do,” I admitted.

”Remember what I say to you whenever you lose faith or show weakness, Cato?” Cassius asked, and I nodded in acknowledgement.

“Shut the fuck up and stop crying before I give you something to cry about”, I said out loud.

I had heard this mantra since before I was a neophyte, and I had, in turn, told the same to countless men under my command.

Cassius' words had strengthened my convictions. He was wise beyond any of us. I knew now what I had to do. So why did I hesitate?

Cassius seemed to spot the weakness in me immediately, and he put his cybernetic arm on my shoulder in support.

“I sure am glad I do not have to be the one to tell him”, the chaplain said.

And all I could answer was a resounding, “Fuck...”

“Fuck, indeed,” Cassius agreed.

#40k #warhammer 40k #cato sicarius #mini fic #shitpost #roboute guilliman #ortan cassius #ultramarines

[jinwoosungs]

{ 66 }

moonsetter.

vincent fabron (CHAMBER) x reader

it was rare for you to find chamber fast asleep first.

you had just come out of the shower, working on drying yourself off while dressed in a silk robe. your bare feet pads against the cold and almost icy texture of the marble flooring, causing you to shiver almost instinctively. you re-enter your bedroom, ready to find some decent pajamas to wear to sleep only to freeze once you saw a large mass settled on top of your bed.

your mind was spinning, unsure of what to do. your boyfriend never told you he was coming back home, and the last time you had spoken to him, he had mentioned that he'd be away on a mission. you debated on finding a weapon, or just running the hell out of your home to find help. you didn't know what had came over you; perhaps some strange curiosity had pushed away at your fears as you found yourself stepping closer to the figure, only to visibly relax upon seeing his features clearly from beneath the moonlight.

settled in bed was none other than chamber himself. his glasses were placed aside on the nightstand as his hair slowly began to lose its neatly slicked back appearance. a few strands of dark brown hair was seen falling across his forehead, making you wonder if chamber had been running his hands through his hair the entire time.

had he been wanting to surprise you? and if so, just how long had he been back?

you rarely got the chance to admire your lover in such a vulnerable state. ever since you first got together with him, he had always been such a prime example of raw power and confidence. to you, there wasn't a single flaw in chamber solely because you embraced all of his imperfections and accepted him for who he was.

so to see him sleeping soundly with such a tranquil expression on his face makes you melt for him. you wanted to be a good lover and try not to bother him whilst he slept and simply join him, but sadly your desire to simply admire him won out.

making sure that you were mostly dried off so that not a single droplet of water would disrupt chamber's sleep, you climb on top of the bed. seeing chamber awake and basking in the golden glow of the sunlight always made your heart stutter, but seeing him now, asleep while bathed in the gentle light of the moon was something ethereal altogether.

he was too beautiful, it was devastating to you. chamber almost looked unreal, like a sculpture or a painting on smooth canvas. seeing his sculpted face in a state of such a peaceful slumber makes your heart ache and your mouth turn dry. just how did you get so lucky to capture his heart and call him your own? sometimes, the act of standing next to him makes you feel all types of inferior to him-

yet he's told you on so many occasions that he loves you. that you are his light that guides his heart and gives him peace.

"never before have i experienced a love like yours, mon amour, for it is something truly unconditional."

remembering his words makes your heart swell. you continue admiring his beauty, gently framing his face while whispering his name, "you are my greatest love, vincent."

you allow your lips the pleasure of meeting his cheek, relishing on how you felt his warmth against your skin as proof that he was truly here with you, safe and sound. ready to turn in and go to bed, you were about to step out of bed when you suddenly felt a pair of powerful arms wrap around your back, stopping you from leaving him. you were suddenly trapped against his chest, making you giggle, "i'm sorry, did i wake you up?"

chamber groans and grumbles a bit, looking down at you with unfocused eyes. "damn, did i really fall asleep? i had every intention of seducing you when i came home and heard you in the shower. just picturing your naked body beneath the spray of water was enough to get me going- or so i thought."

he yawns, folding your form against his chest. "forgive me, mon amour, for i am too tired to move. perhaps you can stay with me like this in my arms until the morning?"

you could feel yourself smiling into his chest, snuggling yourself even closer to him while placing gentle kisses against the gentle thrumming of his heart. "i would want to do nothing more, my love."

he hums in approval, unable to help himself even in his tired state when he lifts up your chin to press a chaste kiss against your lips.

"i'm home." chamber says to you with a lazy smile

"welcome home." you answer back in a whisper, feeling more than happy at having your lover back in your arms once more.

a.n. - whispers listen to { moonsetter } while reading pls okay b y e.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed

#valorant chamber x reader #chamber x reader #vincent fabron x reader #chamber valorant #vincent fabron #.stories

[endless-ineffabilities]

Ineffable (Dream of the Endless x f!Reader) - Chapter 6: Dazed

Also with Corinthian x f!Reader

Story Masterlist - Playlist

A little more is revealed about the Reader's past, and her destiny. Morpheus and the Reader make plans to see his former lover. And, the Corinthian makes an appearance and as per usual, stirs a bit of envy.

The Dreaming never loses its wonder.

I didn't realize how exhausted I was until my back hit the mattress. Then, I was out like a light.

Since I'm able to control my dreams, I envision myself in Morpheus' palace, and I find him in his usual place in his throne room, seemingly pondering something grave as usual.

About my nifty ability to manipulate my dreams, as well as others', Morpheus had tried his hardest to figure it out. Where my power comes from, whether I am actually just a human. He and Lucienne had put me through tests when I first met them, and they even peered into my earliest history from the records of my life and my dreams in the palace library - as much as I would allow them, at least - but strangely enough, they could not find anything from before I was 5 years old, and I'd already started to use my powers then. Morpheus had wanted to read every word to the present, but Lucienne kindly stepped in, sensing my discomfort on the matter.

"I'm sure there are other ways, my lord. We don't need to pore into every detail of y/n's life right now," she said, ever so considerate, "Besides, as she said so herself, she has lived quite a relatively ordinary human life. Apart from stumbling upon her powers by chance, of course. She's just as unaware about the source of her powers as we are."

"It's alright," I had said, even though I didn't feel that way completely, because I was damned curious as well, "We can just take a little peek. Juuust a little."

I propped the main volume on its side, the one roughly outlining my life, as absurd as that concept seemed to me then, and even now. Every being that has ever existed has their own volume, and each one's content is partially overseen by the Fates. I was told that the writings in each living person's volume may also morph and change according to their choices, and any other abrupt divergence, as their lives unfold. I let it prop open on a random page, somewhere in the middle. But it was... blank.

"What the...." I turned a couple of pages forward. Still blank. I started to become worried.

"Does this mean that my life ends early, or what?" I looked up at Morpheus, and he appeared just as worried. He snatched the book from my hands, and began turning the pages backward, finding the place where the ink comes to an end.

Just when I thought that we wouldn't find the spot, that perhaps I would only be granted a short existence, and that I should maybe tie up some loose ends soon, he found the page.

He read out the final passage -

"Their eyes meet, and it's as if the other has recognized something dear. Some unfamiliar being, albeit wholly captivating. It is a first meeting, yet it feels as if both of them have found home.

For it will take time, but in due course they will ascertain, that they are destined to be each other's home. Each other's dream."

A long silence follows.

Until I couldn't help but blurt out, "What the fuck does that mean?"

Morpheus' head shot up to glare at me, "Leave it to you to speak so crudely."

"Sorry," I half-heartedly apologized, "but why does my story end there?"

"It seems as if," Lucienne started to say, in an attempt to break the tension, "you meet someone. Someone of the greatest importance. However, that doesn't still explain why your story ends there." She glanced over the pages, "From what I can deduce, in this point in time, this is the very first instance where you first came across..."

She paused then, and she glanced up at me in an instant.

"Came across who?" I asked, but somehow, I had a feeling I already who knew she was referring to.

He stood there, face warped in concentration, studying the words on the page, still as a perfect marble statue. Like a dream.

Morpheus took a deep breath, and closed the book with a thud. "It seems as if we won't find anything of note in this," he glanced at me, "Lucienne is right. There may be other ways to learn about the source of your powers. For now, we just need to get you to control them. Avoid drawing any attention to yourself, or doing anything too rash."

"That's what I've been trying to do all my life, Dream Lord." I was slightly dismayed that he seemed keen to learn only about my powers, and not myself. As if without them, I wouldn't be worth all this effort and attention.

I do appreciate that they are trying to help me, given that I have absolutely no clue how I can do the things that I do either. But I also do feel like amoeba under a microscope, and being studied so closely is starting to get under my skin.

And, well, there are some things in my life that I'd like to keep hidden. Especially the one thing that I most regret, to this day.

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Now, he sits on his throne, leaning casually on one armrest, talking to Lucienne.

I've been told to wait, so I stand a few feet away, in order to give them some privacy. They speak in hushed tones, well, more like Lucienne speaks and he ponders, while ocassionally glancing in my direction.

Are they talking about me? Before I could let my assumptions go further, he beckons to me.

"Lucienne suggested that you may need some training, before we see Amelia, and I agree."

"Training?" I ask. Just what exactly are we going to be facing?

"Yes," Lucienne says, in a kinder tone, "This is in no way meant to undervalue your abilities or the progress you've made thus far. I just worry because," she clasps her hands together, "all your missions have been mainly in the Dreaming, which are quite manageable. And with the very few that you've undertaken in the Waking World, you did not have to deal with supernatural beings, like witches, for instance."

"Notwithstanding the serial killer that Corinthian so smartly brought you to," Morpheus mutters icily, and I glare at him briefly before turning to Lucienne.

"Okay, well, if you think I need training, then I won't argue. But, is the nature of our mission so threatening that you think I may need training for it?"

Didn't Morpheus describe Amelia as, more or less, a good-natured individual? Or is there more to it than he is letting on?

"I suppose you should know that Amelia called to me in distress. She vaguely described some peril that she is facing, but she withheld most of the information. Perhaps, she thinks it best or easier that we find out for ourselves." Morpheus speaks, worry lacing his voice.

"She's in trouble? And you don't have any clue as to what the problem is?" I try to clarify. He has to have some idea of what it could be.

"I do have an inkling as to what it may be. Witches are," he pauses, pacing in contemplation, "well, in truth, plenty of them are benevolent women. Only practicing magic and the spiritual arts for self-betterment and altruism, such as Amelia. But a select group, have strayed from the flock. They exclusively practice dark magic, an unsavoury means to an equally unsavoury end."

"So she may be under threat from a dark witch," I offerred, now realizing why I am need to hone my powers. I've never faced such a being before, much less tried to fight dark magic.

"It has happened before," he responds, "and I was there to help her through it once. So I wonder if it's a similar case this time."

I nod, taking in the gravity of the situation. But I have to wonder, if the case is really as grave as it sounds, then why is he taking me? Why not someone more experienced, someone who won't be as vulnerable to dark magic?

"Perhaps, I should take y/n to the library, my lord," Lucienne says, "There are some basic incantations that she can learn to defend herself."

"Of course. In the meantime, I will try to check on Amelia, see how she's faring."

I try to ignore the feeling of jealousy tightening my chest. We have much bigger things to deal with right now.

Lucienne addresses Morpheus with a tilt of her head, "My lord," and begins to walk out of the throne room, expecting me to follow.

"Y/n," he stops me, one hand on my arm, "Are you okay with this? If you wish to withdraw from this mission, you can tell me. It's all right."

I'm caught off guard, not thinking he would ask this now. I internally chastise myself for being distracted by the gentle pressure of his hand on me, keeping me in place. Damn it. Why must I be like a little schoolgirl with a crush? Get yourself together, y/n.

"I want to help you," I assure him, "so I'm going."

"I don't want you to get hurt." His voice sounds so deep, so sincere, that the line tugs at my heart.

A small smile grows on my lips, and I catch his eyes flit down to them.

"Don't underestimate me, Dream Lord," I say teasingly, "I'll be fine. Besides, I'll have you there with me, so we can take on anything."

He smirks back at me, and I can't help but admire at how roguish he looks in the moment.

Our tense dynamic has improved as of late, and I only want to take things further. I want him to feel free to open up to me. I want more.

So I do something. What do they say? Life's too short? Well, for me at least. I doubt Dream Lord here will ever face the same conundrum.

I step forward, and use his arm to pull him closer, slowly. So there is but the smallest space between us, and I look at his eyes, captivated by how iridescent they are. They become heavy-lidded, and I am glad that I have an effect on him.

He gaze travels all over my face, from my eyes down to my lips. His lips part, and he whispers my name, "y/n". Then, he inches closer, but he seems to be contemplating something, "We shouldn't do this."

Our foreheads touch.

"Why not?", I ask, lost in the feeling of his proximity. This is the closest we've ever been.

"I'm not... how you think I am," he breathes, his face reflecting inner turmoil, "I can't give you what you want."

"You are," I press on gently, "You can."

He fingers graze my cheekbone, and another hand moves to rest on my waist. He relents, and moves even closer.

I feel it. The slightest touch of his lips on mine. A most tantalizing brush, barely felt, but it already sent shivers up my spine. He leans back slightly, calmer now, and he draws forward once more.

I close my eyes, and part my lips.

1...2...3... seconds pass. But I don't feel him. Rather, my eyes fly open and I find him stepping away from me, hands to his sides.

"Corinthian," he says loudly.

"Hey, boss," I see Cor standing there, and he looks between Morpheus and I, "Am I interrupting?"

"No," Morpheus declares quickly, not even glancing at me, "Not at all. Have you come to report anything?"

I feel as if I've been pushed to the side. The moment was certainly gone now, and Morpheus seemed poised and ready to bury it. Just when you think you're getting close...

"I have," Cor replies, "I've had a few hours to kill, so I actually went off and dealt with yet another Collector. The Scream Queen. Thankfully, not a psychotic devil-dealing one this time." He smirks at me, and I feel lighter inside, appreciating his sly humour.

"Very well. I'll be monitoring her in the Dreaming as well, to ensure that she doesn't get much respite here as in the Waking World."

"Of course, my lord," Cor says, "I suppose that's all I have for now."

"Great," I turn to him, "You can accompany me to the library then. Lucienne is waiting." I grab his hand, and almost drag him out of the throne room.

He chuckles at me, and I look past my shoulder and call out, "See you later, dream lord."

Morpheus says nothing, but I do catch his eyes land on mine and Cor's hand intertwined. Take that. I'm not even sure why I'm so frustrated with him, since I can deduce that he tries his best when it comes to learning more about connection and engaging in it, and that it's not easy.

But I'm not in the mood to be fair-minded today. How quickly his disposition can switch like hot and cold can be exasperating.

"You seem tense," Cor squeezes my hand we stride through the corridor, "Should I be worried?"

"Not at all," I reassure him, "I'm better now that you're here."

He smiles, "I'm better now that I'm with you too, trouble."

End of Chapter 6.

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Well, well, who do y'all think the passage from the Reader's life volume is about? Morpheus? Or Corinthian?

Also, there are some hints there about the Reader's history... plus the fact that they can't find anything from her earliest years. Who is she??

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[justicerikai]

graduation

In Japan, when one decides to move onto greener pastures or simply quit the current job they have been doing for quite a while, that is referred to as graduation.

And thus, I too, will be graduating from translating Charisma House.

Earlier this month (May 2023) I decided to go on a break due some medical and personal issues I had to deal with. No thinking about translating at all, just doing what I want and what I like. It's been roughly two weeks now and for someone who is doing things all the time, it was more than enough to decide where I want to keep going with translating.

Of course, this isn't a spontaneous decision. It's something that weighed in the back of my mind for a bit- can I handle all of this? I love translating, but can I handle all of it? No, I cannot. I need to know my limits.

But most importantly, know what's fun.

Charisma House was very novel for me. I had to learn to understand the humor, grasp what's being implied, the nuances of the jokes that can be easily misunderstood if not read properly. It was a challenge that definitely pushed me beyond anything else ever could. And yet, that honeymoon phase of grasping something so novel, so different, has come to an end.

I still love Charisma House, and always will. I actively keep up and peruse the interwebs for fun theories and content. Yet with the direction of Season 2, I have noticed... translating it no longer sparks joy as it once did. It is still good content, but not the one that made me lose my marbles, or perhaps I have simply gotten used to it?

Or perhaps, I simply just... lost the spark and drive I once had for it. And that is fine. Such is the beauty of what's fleeting, 物の哀れ if you will.

Translating Charisma House was, and will always, be a fun experience for me. I'm happy I took the risk, a mere amateur like I, to still translate it. I learned a lot, I laughed a lot, I shared a lot. I never thought I would translate drama tracks, or even still try with song lyrics (which I did give up on but alas). Besides this, I have also dabbled in subbing anime, I have even attempted manga translating. But at the end of the day I realized that what truly sparks joy, what actually is fun for me, for me is visual novel type content.

Not only that, I also want to translate because... I want to. Not because it is an obligation to give the people content. A few weeks ago, my favourite mobile game released an event with my two fave characters and I had so much fun working on it. I felt so excited with each phrase I translated, I couldn't wait to show this to people.

Even when I am thinking of an other mobile game that's coming out soon, all I can think of is "God, I cannot wait to share this with the masses! I have to! It's my duty as a human being!"

That feeling is, alas, what I have been lacking with Charisma House for a while. And that is when I should know better, and draw the line.

As I said, it is no longer fun.

Is it that serious? That I'm dropping a series that I have translated? No, probably not. Happens all the time, I'm sure there are others waiting in line to continue what I was doing, or maybe not. Who knows.

But to me, it is, and that's why I wanted to convey it in a long hefty post.

As closure, I will share some words of one of my favourite manga. Something I live by, and will for as long as possible.

"The world is filled to the brim with nice things... and all of them are carrying someone's intentions and feelings.

When those feelings get across and manage to make someone happy... I gain little pieces of confidence,

that I'll gather together and carry with me as I move on."

And I believe something like that, is only achievable when you do something that is fun, to you.

Thank you for reading, this post, and my translations. Thank you for being able to find enjoyment in Charisma House through my translations. This blog is not going anywhere and will stay up, of course. You will probably still see me around on my other ventures, just not here.

And never forget,

Rikai-kun is cute and he will always be.

Sayonara

[mindblownie2]

4, 5 and 16 if youre up to it!

4. anything that resonated with you in particular from the marble nest?

Well we have talked a bit already about it, I love everything about this game, I love it as a character study of Dankovsky and the sort-of-time-loopness of it is great too because trapping a character in a box (a time loop and/or a bottle episode of sorts) is a perfect setting for vivisecting them, but is also particularly thematically apt for Daniil because (to me) he's not about immortality per se - he rejects the concept of inevitability, of anything being predetermined and set in stone and unchangeable, up to and including the laws of nature; and death is just the ultimate expression of that; though it is of course also one of the things that the game is about at its very core, the starting point on every level: Daniil finds Simon dead. Artemy finds his father dead. Clara wakes up in a grave. The Powers That Be return from a funeral. The player sees the children burying the doll even before they even see the main menu screen. And here, this time, Daniil wakes up in a coffin; and for a day he will desperately try to save people and he will clash with them and will search for answers, in the Stone Yard, the place he was invited to in the first place, under the tower that was meant to be what he was looking for, now that place being the last refuge, the last hope; and in the end he will lose. It's a microcosm of his story, distilled to its primary elements. And it's done so, so well.

And with all that. I enjoyed the sort of overarching story that was accidentally (unplanned; going in I only knew a handful of vague spoilers I turned out to have misinterpreted anyway) created by what I did in what order, and treating my subsequent replays as one continuity through which he perhaps retains some sort of awareness. First time I played I did see most of the game's content though not everything (due to getting lost a lot and forgetting I can run faster here), but importantly I did the heart quest so then I could get the meta ending (and of course I was going to. I'm Daniil fucking Dankovsky, I'm not going to just give up and accept death, or submit to the rules of the game. Duh.) and it was just after I finished the classic bachelor's route and it was a perfect coda to it. So here we go, I won. But of course some time later I wanted to see everything I missed, so I played again. (So here we are again. Being a video game character is a kind of immortality, but definitely not any kind of freedom.) And I did pick the choice that kills you at the start, for the sake of completionism (which is where the game slaps your hand and says no, take this seriously. Once more from the top and treat it like it's real again.) And so I went back and what I did then, because the first time around I listened to Sticky but now I traded with Shrew for the lockpicks and I thought, what if I go to the infected house now? Previously I didn't find it in time, but it's 10 am now. (I've been here before; I know the solution now. I don't need to waste any time.) And oh my god how shocked I was when the game just took me to the evening in that moment. So I had to choose the time loop ending then; (no, wait, that wasn't supposed to happen. Put me back, I can figure it out. I'll get it right next time.) And I played for the last time, and I went to all the places I haven't before (like the house with faces on the walls, or the executor bonfire party), and chose some alternative dialogues here and there - and of course ended up in the same place come midnight. (It was never a puzzle to solve, after all; it was about acceptance. You can do everything right and still fail. You have explored every possibility and Death still wins. There is only one ending left.) And it's a less uplifting order of events than finishing on the meta ending, but I liked it. I found it to be a good (as in "well fitting" rather than necessarily "happy") ending for him; that he has to accept he's lost and allow himself to move on, but also good on him for fighting for so long. (It is also somewhat adjacent to my personal views on life and death. Do not go gently into that good night, be a huge bitch about it. It sometimes needs to be reckoned with that some things cannot be changed, but sometimes it is also vital to try changing them anyway. Etc, etc.)

Rest in peace, Bachelor. I hope you went to heaven and tried to pick a fight with god himself.

5. assuming the world goes on after the game ends, do you think daniil will leave the town? if so, to where?

So I made this post about the characters' post canon fates but I actually gotta expand on that:

Firstly I think in all timelines he could easily die, in a number of ways. He could get sick, or have some sort of accident. He might be careless with his life; helping with curing the sick post-termite ending without adequately protecting himself, or doing some plague- or death-related research and experimenting on himself. He might spiral into addiction, a slow self-destruction, or might straight up just shoot himself in the head.

But if he lives, I think he is in a very bad state. Physically, because he has been running himself ragged, overworked, under pressure, not eating or sleeping enough, taking unholy amounts and combinations of Substances to sleep or to keep awake, to prevent infection or cure it, etc; the exertion and exhaustion is bound to catch up with him. And on top of that, depending a little on the route and how good you are at fighting but he's been beaten unconscious, stabbed, shot, and always having to get up and keep going, not letting his body heal properly; I think he's going to deal with the consequences of that. And emotionally, take your pick: the loss of his life's work, the feeling of failure, the guilt over letting down his colleagues, the guilt over not managing to stop the plague, maybe over Eva's death too, and the general relentless horror of everything he's seen and experienced during the game...

Now it's kinda unspecified as to what sort of consequences he or his friends in the Capital might face - just losing their careers or actually jail or even death? I think he might not be entirely sure himself but he might get a bit paranoid about it, with the guilt he's feeling, afraid that if he comes back or even just gets in touch that might get people in further danger by association with him, so it's better if everyone thinks he's dead and forgets him... And then adding to that a certain kind of inertia, after he lost everything and doesn't know what to do next, he'd just hunker down in Gorkhonsk for a while I think. But as much as we all love our burda domestic bliss fantasies, I know my boy isn't made for settling down into a quiet life; I think after a period of licking his wounds and kinda just surviving day to day he'd become restless, wanting something more. And there's some weird shit in town to study and he might poke at that, if nothing else it would make him feel like himself again and occupy his mind with something else than just grief and self-loathing, but ultimately the town is lacking in resources for proper scientific work and I don't think he'd be content with just being a regular doctor with a little mad science hobby on the side.

Coming back to the Capital, then, maybe, if he'd be allowed to, though he might feel unwelcome even if he isn't outright persecuted; so I think I see him eventually moving abroad, somewhere where people either don't know him or are more receptive to his ideas regardless of past controversies, and trying to start anew. That'd be his happy ending, I think.

16. [the scariest question of them all] how would you describe their relationships... [including platonic / antagonistic / philosophers with benefits / etc.]

Daniil - Andrey: pre-canon, one night stand that was probably some sort of formative experience for Daniil and fun but not life-changing for Andrey. In the game, I think as with the utopians in general, Andrey included, Daniil becomes in their mind some kind of missing puzzle piece in the plan to realise their vision. Sucks when that doesn't happen (in my mind, even the utopian ending leaves everyone involved feeling like it's not quite what they hoped for). Should've kept it to just a casual fuck but alas.

Daniil - Peter: self-recognition through the other (uncomfortable) (unwanted) (take it away).

Daniil - Farkhad: they don't know each other, and Daniil has his own ghosts.

Andrey - Peter: Dead Ringers russian AU. Unbreakably codependent and mutually destructive. Unviably conjoined at the soul.

The twins - Farkhad: haunter and hauntees, of course. Previously rivals, and rival of my brother which is even worse. Well that's all canon. I haven't really done further thinking about it.

(the questions)

#long one phew #that's what you get for asking me about daniil sfdgdhgj #pathologic #daniil dankovsky #the goblin talks

[gendervapor14]

DoflaminBROS Week 2023 - Day 1: brothers

WOOOO can you tell i'm excited for this? anyway, here's the long awaited first prompt for the DoflaminBROS Week 2023 event!! challenged myself by writing stories way shorter than i usually do, so any sort of feedback is welcome!! tbh we're probably kicking things off with my least favorite ficlet so. getting the worst out of the way first? hey but maybe ya'll will like this more than i do.

characters: rosinante, doflamingo, law is referenced, lol additional tags & cw: canon compliant, angst, character study, major character death, mild sibling abuse

special thanks to @gali-la for beta reading <3

Brother. Never easy to define. A boy born from the same parents. Someone who bleeds in good faith, sticks close regardless of pain, or glory, or the tempting call of freedom. Brother was tricky from the start. Brother was family. Family was Mother and Father. Family was love. 

His brother loved, too. That’s what they said, that’s what he believed too, because what else was he supposed to hold onto when that little fist hit so hard right at the zygomatic arch? When the temper snapped and grasped onto his neat mop of blond waves, shoved his soft face into marble tile, white bishop pressed into his eye, pawn stuck in his ear?

His brother loved. His brother loved differently than Mother and Father, but that’s just what brothers were. Brothers hurt sometimes, but the love was there. Surely it was. Mother and Father were always right.

Hurt wasn’t exclusive to brothers. The ground hurt sometimes, and sharp things, loud noises and growling bellies, big humans with rolling pins and leather boots. It was different, though. His brother loved. Stole for him, yelled for him. Love lived on, even if it hurt.

Then Mother died. Love died. Love was not immortal.

He’d rather be next. A life without love was not a life worth living. Instead, his brother stepped up and loved differently. His brother killed. For love? There was less love now, but Father failed them. Failed to protect them. Abandoned them in this wicked wasteland. An attempt at freedom. Was there ever love?

Fourteen years. Humans offered to bear the weight of his world on their shoulders and tried to reach into his heart but they weren’t family. Love was for family. Love was for his brother, who, after fourteen years, greeted him with warmth. With a smile and a cracking voice, and sweet, generous accommodations. Brother was different. 

There was no hurt. Things were gentle now, but not safe. The blood law, the threats, the praise. This wasn’t his brother. His brother lurked in the bloody pulp along the gumline of those smiles. His brother lurked in the drunken rage, killed the morning after with masked apologies and affirmations. His brother lurked in the cracks and lapses. His brother withered with each passing breath in that abyss. Love beat in a slow, dying pulse.

Then, there was a boy. A boy who had no family left. A boy who would never know love. What was it worth? A corpse of a brother for the chance of a son? Was it a worthwhile sacrifice? 

He smiled when it was over. He smiled because it hurt again, because his brother lived on after all, but the choice was made. And it was worthwhile. He had love again, real love, and he’d take some of it with him on his way out. He never had to fear hurting for it anymore. Never had to fear losing it, either. This love was immortal. A brother for a son. Brother never loved, then. Perhaps Mother and Father weren’t always right.

thank you so much for hosting this @opdoffyzine and @corazine !! can't wait to see some other lovely entries <3

#DoflamingBROS2023 #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo #donquixote rosinante #corazon one piece #genwrites #donquixote brothers

[obsidian-warthog]

Fan Servant/Remake: Avenger Tezcatlipoca

I've been displeased with the representation of Aztec mythology in FGO since Quetzalcoatl, and it was clear that Tezcatlipoca was going to be demonized, so I made a fan servant concept for him well before LB7 was being teased. Wanted to show how Aztec gods fit Fate perfectly if you actually do your research.

Now that LB7 happened and I'm on tumblr, figured I'd share it.

Name: Tezcatlipoca

Class: Avenger 

Skills

Independent Action: A

World Destroyer: A

Protection of the Faith: EX

Oblivion Correction: EX

Noble Phantasm: The Victorious Night

Ascensions:

First form’s art sticks close to depictions of Tezcatlipoca’s ixiptla. He has an enraged look on his face, standing in a bloodstained temple while holding a weapon.

Second form’s art has Tezcatlipoca dress as a jaguar warrior, weapons raised and covered in blood. The background is outside on a dark night.

Ascension Quote: The crimes of the enemy cannot be forgiven. My punishment will be without mercy.

Third form’s art is mostly the same as the second, just with more signs of damage.

Ascension Quote: Stand back, I don’t want you to get hurt, but clearly more of my power is needed.

Final form’s art shows Tezcatlipoca sitting in a field at night, with flowers in his hair. Weapons are strewn across the field. Tezcatlipoca is playing a flute.

Ascension Quote: You’ve done well handling my power. Perhaps you have earned the right to see more of my nature.

Profile

Entry 1: A major Aztec god associated with smoke and mirrors. He both destroys and creates, his destruction of the past worlds paving the way for the creation of the current world, which he gave up his own foot to create. Because he loves humans, he is willing to be harsh and even kill some in order to ensure they continue growing as a whole, like a farmer tending to his crops.

Entry 2: Humans known as ixiptla would be chosen to embody gods. Tezcatlipoca’s ixiptla had a long list of requirements, and was sacrificed to himself at the festival of Toxcatl every year. Every human that has been Tezcatlipoca is part of him. Because of this, he can be summoned as a servant through his ixiptla with a minimal loss of power and authority. The one here is the one who bore witness to the Toxcatl massacre.

Entry 3: The Toxcatl Massacre was a turning point in the conquest of Mexico, where worshipers were massacred by the conquistadors. Tezcatlipoca carries with him not just the vengeance of a profaned sacred rite, but the vengeance of those who saw their way of life trampled upon by the Spanish. 

Because he carries the rage of an entire culture, Tezcatlipoca’s Oblivion Correction surpasses the scale of any one individual. His is the grudge of one culture against the other, thus it could be said that he embodies prejudice rather than merely being prejudiced. To him Christians and Spaniards are monsters, not humans. All monsters must be slain.

Entry 4: Protection of the Faith EX: The ixiptla blend the line between man and god, Tezcatlipoca is both the worshiped and the worshiper. He believes in himself and his fellow gods as a human who revered them. As an existence bound in religious practice this manifestation of Tezcatlipoca is an aspect of religion itself. Therefore, it is impossible to place his version of Protection of the Faith on a scale.

Entry 5: The Victorious Night: Tezcatlipoca’s Noble Phantasm, a reality marble that forms a recreation of the Aztec retaliation against the Spainards after the Toxcatl Massacre, casting Tezcatlipoca’s enemies as the Spainards. 

Since it is a recreation those cast as the Spanish will always lose, unless they can escape the reality marble. Additionally, the activation of this Noble Phantasm summons every ixiptla of Tezcatlipoca from across time to slay the monsters in the name of humanity. 

Bonus Entry (requires start of Cosmos in Lostbelt): World Destroyer A: Tezcatlipoca is one associated with the end of worlds, clearing the way for Pan Human History. This skill facilitates the destruction of things that must be removed for the current world to exist. Tezcatlipoca destroyed many timelines like the Lostbelts.

“You have no need to bear the responsibility of destroying a world. A human can’t act on such a broad scale. I will destroy these stagnant worlds to plant the seeds of one where you can grow. That is a god’s love of humanity.”

My Room Lines

Random Line: Every manifestation of mine is different in some way, but they are all ‘me.’ If you are seeking a true Tezcatlipoca, you seek what does not exist.

Random Line: An evil god? That’s nonsensical propaganda spread by the monsters. Quetzalcoatl and I are opposing forces, do not simplify us into ‘good’ or ‘evil.’

Random Line: Avengers can’t forgive, it is in our nature. The monsters were the ones who refused to coexist, do not insult me by implying peace with them is possible.

Bond 1: The energy needed to maintain this form is enough of an offering to me, you need not give more. 

Bond 2: Say, do you have any interest in ballgames? Perhaps I’ll show you the great game of my people. It is far superior to any that those monsters play.

Bond 3: If you have any relationship troubles, feel free to request my help. I had four wives, we would renew our marriage every year a little before… apologies, I need to go unleash my rage on one of the monsters who deserve it, rather than you.

Bond 4: Why did I appear as a corpse with its heart showing in your room last night? That was a test, you passed it, so don’t worry. As the last hope of humanity, I can’t let you be weak. Now, do you have a wish for me to grant?

Bond 5: You don’t meet every one of my requirements, but I wouldn’t complain if you became the next ixiptla of mine. Perhaps you will become a me who is not an Avenger, who is free of this hatred.

Thoughts on Master-Servant relationship: I dislike both the terms master and servant for our relationship. My identity is no secret, call me by name, contractor.

Thoughts on Holy Grail: The world is movement, it is always changing. So rather than undo their crimes I will destroy the monsters, so something new can be made from their remains.

Birthday: Happy birthday. Now, what was the precise date of your birth? I hope it was a day that I govern, it’ll make protecting you from the monsters easier.

During Events: Oh, something lively is going on? It’s no Toxcatl, but perhaps it will do. Toxcatl… if only those monsters hadn’t appeared.

To John Dee: You have something that is mine. Return it, and your death will be swift and painless rather than the slow painful one you’d otherwise deserve.

To Cortez: I won’t let you tarnish this place. Your death will bring much joy, I’ll make sure you die again and again until I bore of killing you. Then it will be Quetzalcoatl’s turn to kill you.

To Chistian servants: Monster, invader, your day of judgment has come.

To Quetzalcoatl: Brother we should keep our distance, for the sake of our contractor. Call upon me if you’re fighting a monster or Beast however.

To Jaguar Warrior: Quit slacking off. Go back to your training or be punished. Humanity itself is on the line you idiot.

To Spartacus: Forced to fight to the death for mere entertainment? Mistreated slaves like you have my protection, continue your rebellion. Destroy the empire that will become a center of that detestable religion.

To Geronimo: You suffered at the hands of the monsters as well. Normally I don’t have allies, but I will always side with humans against monsters. We march together.

To King Hassan: Kill for the sake of killing? You must mean someone else. Every death has meaning, each act of destruction makes the path to an act of creation. What have you created through your death dealing, assassin?

To Ozymandias: Pharaoh? That’s the first I’ve been called that. Certainly not the worst title foreigners have given me, but it still does not suit me.

NP Chant

“A sad night for monsters is a joyful one for humanity. Your defeat has already happened. VICTORIOUS NIGHT!”

Gameplay/Interludes

I don’t care enough about FGO gameplay for a full kit theory craft, but Tezcatlipoca would have a specific anti Christian niche like Boudicca for the Romans. To make this not suck he’d be able to stick that trait on all enemies, either with a normal skill or as part of his NP before the damage part. His NP would be an AOE attack.

Tezcatlipoca’s interlude would have him talk about the story of the five suns as it relates to the Lostbelts. He and Quetzalcoatl would bicker over whose fault the first four worlds being destroyed really was, but they both agree that they can’t afford any real infighting while the Lostbelts remain.

Max Bond Craft Essence

Obsidian Mirror (art is of a handheld mirror): An item sacred to Tezcatlipoca. With these one could see and be seen by him. So long as this is kept close, Tezcatlipoca will always be near. For the last master of humanity, for the sake of humanity, just this once he will only be the enemy of one side.

Valentine’s Craft Essence

A Lost Song (art is of a flute): Not all knowledge is preserved, some is destroyed. There are many songs that will never be heard again. To cause such circumstances is unforgivable, but for this night that does not matter. For this night one of those songs is remembered, it is played to you. More than a song, it is a sign of trust, and as you listen, the avenger of the night wind smiles in a way avengers rarely do.

#FGO #fate grand order #fgo criticism #Tezcatlipoca #If I was writing this now I'd remove the bits about killing some humans because I'm sick of mass murderer Tezcatlipoca #The Tezcatlipoca fgo ended up with is the worst portrayal of him I've heard of #fanservants #anyway point of this is you can do edgy scary Tezcatlipoca without this 'kills because he likes it' nonsense

[aurora-ze-aquarius]

OC-TOBER DAY #4 : FORMAL

Prompt by @carsgeek24

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First written work of the series!!

Featuring Nicolette!

An OC of mine who actually has her ref sheet available here!

You guys really seem to like her and I'm so happy to know that <3

Here's a little snippet of her at the party in Tokyo, Japan. (Also side note: I used some Google Translate for this, so forgive me for that)

The story features Raoul and Max!

Hope you enjoy ^^

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Nicolette was in awe, eyes lit up in stars as they walked into the main room. When they said the party in Tokyo was big, she never expected it to be this big.

The gallery featured an array of incredible and detailed artworks. Beautiful displays of Japanese paintings lined the walls. Statues of marble that tower almost up to the ceiling. A dazzling array of colored spotlights danced around the room, as did the other guests.

"impressive, isn't it?" Team principal, Bruno Motoreau, asked as they walked down the halls. "This is said to be Tokyo's most famous art gallery."

"Oui! It's beautiful!" Nicolette smiled, finding herself drawn to the beautiful, abstract sculptures. "No wonder this is where the first race is held." Raoul nodded along as well.

"Monsieur Todoroki really outdid himself!" He added, the three of them walking over to the edge of the indoor balcony. "Look at this place! You can see all the floors from up here!"

They were on the third floor. Still high up looking down on the other two. Nicolette leaned against the railings, glancing down to the people below. There she saw the stage set, a beautiful waterfall feature as its centerpiece. A tower of wheels that spun on top of each other. She also saw a karaoke station, which she mentally took note of to visit later.

"Let's go find the other racers. Perhaps even meet up with Todoroki himself, and then I'll let you kids have your fun." Bruno chuckled, earning a few blank stares from both driver and co-driver.

"Very funny." Raoul deadpanned. Nonetheless, they began to ride an escalator down.

On their way down to the second floor, Nicolette spotted something from the corner of her eye. He was another (familiar) racer, waving at them from the ground floor. She lightly elbowed Raoul, then gestured towards the man.

"Look. It's Max." She said, hiding back a snicker as she saw a smile creep upon Raoul's face.

"Hey! Well then, let's go!"

They quickly met up with Max and his crew chief. Raoul and Max immediately giving each other hi-fives and pats on the back. Both team leaders also found themselves in their own conversations, talking catching up and talking team preparation.

The three drivers were catching up with each other as well. Max talks about how he has been practicing in the Black Forest for the dirt patches in all three races.

"With our strategy at hand, there's no way I will lose to you." Max smirked, earning a chuckle from both rally racers.

"Don't be so sure of yourself. Rallycars may be slow on asphalt, but once we hit that dirt section we'll be long far gone ahead of you!" Raoul replied.

Max rolled his eyes, then turned towards Nicolette. "Just out of curiosity, are you still gonna be co-driving? I mean- this is a closed circuit, so I'm wondering if the principals of rally racing still apply."

Nicolette gave a shrug and a small hum. "Honestly, we're not entirely sure ourselves. Though, after speaking with Monsieur Axelrod, we came to an agreement that I'll still be counting pacenotes, and we'll be treating this like a sort of rallycross. Anything can happen in the circuit, and if we're far away from the pits, someone needs to step up and help get our driver back into the race." She patted Raoul's shoulder, the two sharing a grin.

"I can't wait for the race! It's a challenge I'm all for!" Raoul beamed.

Sometime later, Shu Todoroki came up to them, greeting them with a respectful bow. After exchanging a few words, Shu left to go check up on the other guests.

The night went on, and after an— interesting introduction from the racers, everyone hit the dance floor as Miguel Camino first took hold of the mic, bringing back the bright mood in the atmosphere.

Once Miguel was done singing, Nicolette quickly took the stage.

"Give me beat!"

And so the music began to play. This one being her favorites.

"Oh I think, that you're wild!"

"And so uniquely styled!"

"You might think it's foolish"

"This chancy rendezvous"

"You might think I'm crazy"

"All I want is you"

"Oh oooh"

"All I want is you"

"All I want is you~ ❤️"

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re: frost mv:: they definitely hint at Soobin being clairvoyant with the marble and I'm not sure if the marble is a medium through which he channels his clairvoyance or if it's simply representative of his clairvoyance. the fact that the marble breaks makes me feel like we can't always trust Soobin's visions, or maybe his ability becomes compromised/he loses it temporarily. I feel like Beomkai's visions are the hardest to figure out. Hyuka is chasing after himself, maybe chasing after his past self or trying to figure out who he is? Beomgyu finds a key and a locked box within a cave, but also finds himself with the key inside the box. Both of their visions involve duplicates of themselves which is very intriguing. Maybe Beomgyu has locked apart of himself away and is trying to rediscover it. For Soobin, he's trying to save someone and there's fire, but since it's a child that he's trying to save I don't think of Yeonjun ('cause of the fire) but instead think of Hyuka because Soobin sees him as a child in Eternally and then cries. It could just be representative of losing childhood innocence though. With Taehyun, I'm pretty sure it's the fear of losing control/not being in control no matter how tightly you try to cling to something. With Yeonjun it's definitely about the odd-eyed cat, since the pawprints cut across the neck of his shadow and he's being chased by some sort of animalistic sandstorm. Anyways, this was way too long lmoa

Ok I’ve taken the time to watch the mv a couple times and let my brain do its thing.

I do also think that the marble is connected to his visions by the way he looks through it. When he looks through it, it cuts to scenes that you can see have a filter similar to the texture and color of the marble. It’s almost as if we’re seeing into his mind.

I am curious as to who the figure is with them around the table though. I haven’t read The Star Seekers bc I haven’t been able to get my hands on it so idk if there’s clues in there perhaps but they have some sort of abilities and clearly are important in some way

Yeonjun’s for sure, you can see the paws running around him but no actual cat to be seen in that clip. Hes chased by that desert wind that looks like an animal- and grabs the spear. It’s like he’s becoming aware that it’s after him and trying to get inside him mind and he’s fighting it

Taehyun’s could be interpreted in a couple ways tbh. I like how you see it, but it could also be seen as perhaps he’s holding on tightly to whatever strength/hope/sanity he has left. So many different things could fit in that scenario bc it’s so vague and I feel like that was probably purposeful.

There’s the part when Kai is looking in the mirror and you can see a hand on his shoulder before he turns around, and then the chasing and figure hiding before he can see it. I also see this as him trying to find himself again. I think that among all of the chaos he may have lost his footing or forgotten his place or value in some form

The whole child on the rocking horse is confusing to me bc like- is it himself? Is it like- he’s seeing himself as a child surrounded by all the current chaos and is trying to save him from going through it all?

Honestly? Beomgyu’s feels so random to me but obviously it’s not bc nothing in this plot is random. It could be what you said tbh it makes sense.

When it cuts back to them at Magic Island and the figure turns everything frosty, they run out but you can see Taehyun quickly pick up a book. He’s been carrying this book throughout the entire video and I wanna know what it is-

Beomgyu found the key, Taehyun sees a nest in a tree, Yeonjun pets the dog, and then Soobin has the marble again- so was all of that just Soobin’s vision? Did none of it actually happen? Or- did it all happen in an alternate dimension?

ITS JUST SO MANY THINGS ITS CONFUSING BUT ALSO NOT BUT ALSO DEFINITELY IS

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