#and like thats important to me on a crack level

[wiihtigo]

wiihtigo.tumblr.com/post/743934944739557376/ okay enough about Nell dying. what about that bad ending 2 with Casey dying 👀

grimacing at you sort of mournfully

similar to nell I think it happens during some big event- not as big as a crisis event alien invasion like nell but a citywide threat..(otherwise known as a regular tuesday in gotham), nell is out as ladybug helping out along with some gotham regulars (i imagine batman and nightwing are skulking around) shes not working WITH them exactly. theyre just out and shes also out at the same time and theyre fighting the same things. you see.

casey tags along sometimes when ladybug is out doing her thing because she lowkey doesnt respect nells job and thinks they can just combine patrolling and hanging out, BUT this time she actually stayed home. shes just laying on the couch, maybe scrolling her phone or finding something to watch on tv or dozing off into a nap when something hits their building. For the kind of big show-y jackass-y destruction thats happening in the city ive had it in mind this is a joker stunt. Not that thats super important even, hes not directly involved with casey blowing up. Anyways something hits their building and casey is crushed or...pierced by debris. She manages to fish out to phone (now cracked to shit) and calls nell for help (her reasoning being that nell will treat her as priority and come get her and help her ASAP meanwhile the ambulance's and police in gotham are pretty busy already)

Luckily, Nell picks up and immediately hears something is wrong even though casey (delirious and in shock) does not open with "there is a wooden beam lodged in my ribs come fucking get me" and instead is like "um...are you almost finished with work i think you should come home now. someone broke your window. its cold in here" but her voice is really strained and shes breathing kind of hard.

Nell is already speeding away but hes really far from their apartment and these stupid henchmen just keep getting in the way and its hard to keep casey talking when casey is usually the one DOING THE TALKING. but they do. keep talking together i mean. nell is kind of short with her at first because hes also kind of freaking but once casey starts panicking near the end when hes starting to realize hes cooked he starts lying to him telling him that hes almost there hes almost up the stairs and to just hang on a second more (hes like 20 blocks away)

at first casey was like. freshly in shock. so she wasnt talking about things like they happened. she asks nell to come home and clean up the glass on the floor because if she looked down and sees the blood coming out of her she was going to flip out or something. but the longer nell takes the more she starts to get scared and desperate and whiny (notice how i can find ways to insult her even as shes dying..now thats love) the more nell lies to her the more her solid faith in ladybug saving her ungrateful self is wavering. shes never let her down before! casey always follows nell/ladybug around and gets into trouble and nell always picks up her by the scruff of her neck and drags her back home. its basically what their relationship was built on, nell taking a random criminal home and promising to keep her on the up and up. nell is big and tough and strong and confident and independent and stable. these are all qualities casey really liked about nell right from the get go and its why, aside from being given a rent free place to live in, she stuck around this long even through the less desirable traits of hers and how insufferable she finds her sometimes.

in her fear (and pain) she starts swinging wildly between anger and pleading like "why arent you here yet!??! do you think im gonna die?? are you even coming?? are you doing this on purpose because youre mad at something i did.? WELL IM SORRY! FUCK! WILL YOU PLEASE COME GET ME NOW!!!!!!' (im sure this isnt doing anything to help nells stress levels. can someone tell her to relax?)

Nell.....did the smartest thing anyone has ever done in the history of the world, and before, when he took the call and nightwing noticed his alarm and comes down to say "hey is everything ok--" he brushes him off and speeds off to go deal with casey himself. Because casey is his responsibility and he doesnt really like nightwing. or any of the bats. nell is self sufficient, over confident, and (quoting from marty) "she has tunnel vision and chronic independence syndrome and by viewing caseys wellbeing as her own responsibility she has inadvertently doomed them" (unquote) (crowd booing sfx)

he could have asked for help from someone who could fly, or asked oracle to patch him through to an ambulance to get to the apartment faster than she could, or accepted nightwings offer to help knowing that hes more experienced than she is as a hero or done any number of things that would have to involve swallowing his pride, but he didnt and when he arrives back home casey is already gone

to be fair she wasnt really thinking straight. but wow, way to go nell. you really fucked that one up. can we cancel this heinous heinous bug?

when i compare our intrepid heroes death scenes in my mind i lol bcuz nell is like (coughing up blood) fuuuck i cant believe i loved that stupid girl. oh well. bleh. but casey in her last moments is like NO NO NO NO NO I DONT WANT TO DIE STOOOOP WTF WTF WTF

i think shes so panicked and frantic and scared in her last moments the complete opposite of nell accepting death and feeling content she did everything she could have (at least in regards to crimefighting that day)

she probably didnt even think it was a possibility until the last minute. shes so self confident. too self confident. some might even call it...stupidity.

in the way nell is letting her eyes creak shut thinking about a phantom image of casey and is just filled with regretful sadness, casey is not thinking fondly on ANY memory shes clutching onto her phone and wishing nells voice would jump out of the speakers and be there in front of her and carry her away and keep taking care of her FOREVER i mean keep financially supporting her until shes casted into the new scream film. she cant accept shes going to die. she wont accept it. she did so much hard work for so long to make something of her life and it was all just going to end in one night...she finally found a friend she could stomach the company of, actually enjoyed the company of, and it was all for nothing. AGAIN! these are depths of despair only previously felt when booster FIRED HER! she doesnt ..blame nell, exactly. well she kind of does. but its different than it was with booster. she put the full brunt of blame entirely on booster to shield herself from the possibility .. maybe her own choices and actions have something to do with the outcomes in her life? (NO NOT POSSIBLE) she is angry at nell for not being there. but shes also sad and confused and scared and all these mixed up emotions and even though shes angry at nell Somewhat she also...eugh....CARES about nell, and she thinks that nell also cares about her. (unclear in what way. and now we'll never know..SAD) so she isnt casting hexes on her like she had with booster, who she knew didnt really give her the time of day like ever. she just wishes she wouldve been there with her

but when have i ever given casey anything she wanted.

again, i advise you to go knock down martys door if you want more nell deets but im told ted and michelle support him through this (and isnt that more than casey ever got in the canon end? see..not so bad)

im also told he doesnt tell spider, caseys mom, about casey dying until 8 months after the fact. which im sure just about drives that poor woman over the edge. nell bishop are you ready to die..?

#koby you never add readmores you always just leave us to the dogs what changed BItch im scared #asks #casey

[rui-drawsbox]

Okay obligatory DnD person as per the Dungon Meshi post(dnd/fantasy au + our life is amazing and I love it) but also I just wanted to say that there is a subclass of elves in dnd called aquatic elves that are kind of a happy mix between a mermaid and a, well, normal elf. I stick more towards spooky rather than nautical campaigns myself, so I’m not too familiar, but if I remember correctly they’re amphibious but with two legs rather than full mermaid.

Also obviously please ignore if you have different ideas but based off of what people have written about battle roles I could absolutely see some subclasses for the four!

Derek I could absolutely see as a Paladin(subclass possibly being oath of devotion or glory) basically the more defensive tank guys bound by an oath they make to themselves or someone important to them, which gives them a little spellcasting as well as actual auras that buff their allies later on.

Baxter I could see being a Bard (College of Swords), or what I kind of think of as a sort of battledancer. It would be a little less of a full spellcaster, but you can do special flourishes when fighting with a rapier which I always imagine as pseudo-dancing, plus he’d still get all the flashy bard spells. And to top it off, Bards actually use their charm(charisma stat) to cast spells which just screams Baxter to me.

Cove is a little harder but if you were going with him having a fish/animal companion while still being a melee fighter a Ranger(Beastmaster or Swarmkeeper) would be a good fit IMO, obviously with the Cove Creater he’s harder to pin than Baxter or Derek, but Ranger is pretty flexible. You basically get to choose a companion that’s from the land, air, or sea; and they can help you out in battle and follow you around, or as Swarmkeeper he could have his swarm be a school of fish.

Ruri is obviously a bit harder because you know your OC best, but if you really wanted to lean into more into the familiar/animal buddy route. Druid(circle of the shepherd) is always a fun choice! It’s kind of like the more spellcaster version of rangers’ Swarmkeeper where you can summon a lot of critters while still having some super strong elemental spells.

But anyway! I hope this wasn’t too long, I saw some (kinda) DnD our life content and I couldn’t resist! But thank you again for the adorable art of the main boys(and your lovely OC!) in a fantasy setting!

Second ask from dnd anon:

Oh! DnD anon part two!

But basically the theoretical party composition would look like:

Derek = Tank/Damage

Cove = Weapon Damage/Companion(s)

Baxter = Spells/Weapon Damage

and Ruri = Healing/Spells.

Also one last note about Druid is while druids have a lot of elemental spells (create water, spike growth, etc.), they also have the ability to do something called wildshape, where they can shapeshift into an animal for either out of battle(wildshape into a mouse to get under the crack in a door, then returning to normal and unlocking it) or battle (at later levels imagine fighting a spellcasting bear or even dragon) but also has more silly implications like wild shaping into a songbird to sing with Baxter, or a cat or sloth to ride on Cove’s shoulder.

got these asks a few days ago but i let them marinate in my brain hope you dont mind anon KJDSAUH

anyways AQUATIC ELF THATS PERFECT i tried to stick to what i knew about dumenshi rules in that post but for my first fantasy AU ideas i was going to do Cove a half mermaid (Cliff human x mermaid Kyra or elf Kyra [shes just so pretty its insane] x mermaid Cliff) that lived in a house right on the beach lmao, im happy that actually makes sense somewhere in dnd

i tried to look at the aquatic elves wiki from the forgotten realms fandom and omg so much text in the main page

also paladin Derek canon‼‼ imagine he does his oath to his brothers right after something dangerous happens to them when they were kids (im not saying his parents should die but im not saying they shouldnt--)

and bam!! tragic backstory 10x worse than his canon that is already bad enough :DD (try to make him feel less responsable now i wanna see that)

baxter turn rn. DO YOU THINK HE WOULD PLAY VIOLIN? I WANNA SEE THAT (<-this person didnt thought about drawing him with an instrument until it was time to write her thoughts) anyway it would def be a fancy instrument, daddy and mommy wanted to keep appearances i bet

one his spells makes his sword and moves shine and when hes under the sun his enemies become fucking blind

everything about him screams I HAVE MONEY but everytime people try to rob him he just rolls a nat20 in persuasion and they end up giving him money

and omg just imagine Cove's school of fish are all his pet fishes from the game JGASDFJK

im also. not discussing roles when the most i know about dnd is bg3 and i just finished 2 playthroughs. if you say ruri is a druid she's a druid, she makes super artsy flower fields and decorates every tree she sees with organical paint or smth jkfhds

Ruri's forest has a tree that connects with the ocean and they both just hangout sometimes (as if theyre not together 60% of the time already)

DRUID RURI THAT LIKES TO BRAID COVE'S HAIR WITH LITTLE POPPIES‼‼‼

MERMAID COVE THAT LETS RURI (otter form!!) RIDE HIS BACK WHILE HE SWIMS‼‼‼‼

mermaid cove humming a song and ruri falling to the river in trance/j

anyways anon i agree with everything tbh, there's so many ways to do a fantasy AU and i adore the dnd version (id kill for a dnd group or smth in my city)

i also have another fantasy au more vanilla but not-really. basically isekai baxter LMAO mostly an excuse to make ruri and baxter being domestic but before baxter developed any real domestic skill JHASFD

#rui draw smth #our life #olba #our life: beginnings & always #baxter ward #cove holden #derek suarez #our life mc #olba mc #anyways mermaid cove will always be on the back of my brain waiting until i feel like drawing him #for baxter and cove i just say silly stupid things and when it's derek's turn i kill his parents. lovely

[lazulian-devil]

The Villains of Skulduggery Pleasant 2

Now before I start, I want to point out that Book 2 has an absolute myriad of Bad Guys™.

The book introduces not only Dusk (who is great at making everyones day just a whole lot worse. Just fun to be around. Only bit Valkyrie, killed the Lord Vampire of Dublin™ Moloch and is generally just... So much fun!), but also the whole Diablerie Subplot (oh look, China is getting a backstory upgrade), Billy-Ray motherfucking Sanguine (who is in one way or another responsible for a third of my favourite quotes from the books), the Torment and Roarhaven (and all that bullshit), the reflection quite literally cracking (this could never possibly become important later on), the whole Faceless One dimension and whatever was going on with Thurid Guild.

So uh, yeah. Book 2, for being actually quite short in comparison to the absolute Grimoires Derek would later be known to write, is a dense friggin book. You might ask yourself "Wow, this sure is a whole lot more dense than the first one" and thats because Landy had at this point already won and be nominated for enough awards that his writing adventures would be a solid thing for him.

The first book was a leap of faith, the second was the beginning of a saga.

(Tangent: I personally think Landy plans and writes books in pairs of threes, as even Phase 2 was originally supposed to be nine but then turned into six books by force of publisher. Because I read them on a Kindle, I am very much aware of how much longer they have gotten with each installment and I think that he, like many an author, would absolutely benefit from cutting down some of the sizes of his books. But book 2 is still very much on the shorter end, if not the second shortest book of the series).

So, after all these absolute bangers of villains, who will I focus on? The one that dies (which is honestly how I think I should do these. Just slowly talk about everyone who actually dies and leave the "I will appear in a trillion books" villains for last, in favor of my sanity).

Baron Vengous.

In a world filled with sarcastic, silly villains, Vengous is the stern military guy that doesnt talk a lot.

And I mean that literally. Besides like... One or two speeches the guy just doesnt talk much.

Ive managed to complete Book 7 in my reading insanity and have read up to 13 before that (reading them as they come out) and I can say with a solid 78% conviction that he is the most "normal" villain and antagonist the series has ever had.

Hes straightforward. Hes methodical. His status as a General of Mevolent is based not only in honestly insane levels of power, but in his pure military might brain and body.

Baron Vengous is the absolute most opposite anyone could have written to Serpine. He almost seems specifically written to oppose him in as many ways as possible. If Serpine was the Vibe, Vengous is the Antivibe.

You get my point.

We actually get an in depth look into him later (where? Leibniz. In terms of trouble, always assume Leibniz) and even among those people, he is somewhat normal. Apart from his wife.

Oh and the other character trait he has. What was that again? I can barely remember.

Ah. Right. Faceless One fanaticism to the point of self destruction.

It makes you wonder what he did after the Amnesty, as he is broken out of prison by Sanguine at the beginning of the book and its never quite explained why. Serpine was just vibin' in his castle. Maybe he did some human sacrifices to his beloved gods and got caught for it. Who knows. (Afaik, its never explained what he did after the Amnesty to end up in prison in the first place and at this point, Im convinced it doesnt really matter and was just a neat way to introduce Sanguine).

But Vengous just isnt a very... Interesting character. He only works so well because Sanguine is a delight anywhere he shows up and Dusk is just utterly terrifying. The Baron is almost too normal among them.

You need proof? Fine. Let me grab my Kindle real quick.

Insert transition music.

Alright, so. Vengous first appearance (Chapter 3: Vengous) paints him as the man in control, the guy who has been in prison for eighty years (Im sure cellphones blew his mind) is out and looking for revenge. He doesnt say a lot. His first actual words are "You're late." to Dusk (who he later points out in his internal dialogue isnt even a man to him). This gives us two insights into his character: First, his stoic mentality. He just murdered someone. Hes entirely calm. Lifes are a casualty to him. And second, he holds enough power or reputation that a very skilled vampire is not only working for him, but accepts being talked down to by this man.

Later in Chapter Ten: The Armour, Sanguines inner dialogue says "The Baron was not a man to be trifled with, especially at a time like this". Once again, we have a whole chapter that shows of several things (passively) about the Baron. He is a planner (shown by his knowledge of the armor and its requirements, the supposed knowledge of where Vile died and his general tactical demeanour being described), he is someone who seems to be in control at all times (shown by him casually watching a bunch of infected under Dusks command dig away) and he is incredibly patient (shown in previous chapters by him being able to wait 80 years and then just "get on with it. Sure, hes mad at Sanguine, but his plans are more important).

And then we add something a little spicy in the mixture: Hes not only a fanatic, hes also an asshole. Ooooohoho.

Its Chapter 18 in which our Protagonists finally meet him and he simply despises Skulduggery. But thats not whats actually interesting. The Chapter reveals him to be self important. Sure, hes a leader, stoic, goal oriented. But hes also cocksure of himself. (A trait he shares with about 84% of all characters in the SP universe).

Skulduggerys taunts go right over him.

"Skulduggery nodded. "So, you married or something? Do I hear the pitter patter of tiny evil feet?"

"I will destroy you."

Normal reaction, ey? The scene goes on quite a while longer than that, but only hammers home this point even more.

The Baron believes himself superior. Righteous. Blessed, probably.

What kills him in the end? His self importance. And how does he react to his death?

"But... But this isnt how Im supposed to die", He said weakly. "Not... Not like this. Not by your hand. You're... You're an abomination."

And then he crawls towards the actual abomination he summoned, pleads it to tell them (the Faceless Ones) that hes sorry for failing them.

The Grotesquery moved its hand so that it touches Vengous' face. It looked almost tender, until the hand gripped and wrenched and the Barons head snapped to one side.

Vengous is a fascinating villain, because he stands calmly among the flashy and vibrant. In a long line of batshit insane people, his insanity is the one that hits closest to home. Many, many villains in the future would be obsessed with religion (the Necromaner Temple, the whole Diablerie plot, later on Darquesse). But all of them are so overpainted, so saturated, that many are just that: A mockery of real life fanaticism.

And the Baron still feels like someone who is rootes in reality. He truly believes that he and the Faceless Ones are superior. His last act is - and I cannot stress this enough - apologising to his gods.

This man. This stoic, straightforward man. This absolute unit. Former General of Mevolent. Words like a scalpel, tactician, wit and gumption combined.

Hes just as insane as all of them. But his insanity is so much quieter. So much more refined.

And that makes him scary.

While I would like to end here, lets summarise real quick:

Vengous has mostly two traits that make him stand out: Straightforwardness and Fanaticism.

Hes a pretty boring villain in comparison to his counterparts.

He is - at least in my opinion - one of the most realistic villains in the series. His insanity is believable and while its not as flashy as those of others, its a kind of insane that makes your skin crawl as soon as you think about it.

He stole Skulduggerys Armor. If you know that Skulduggery is Vile, there are some really interesting scenes that allude to it.

His Leibniz counterpart, for once, seems to actually improve on the OG one. He talks more and he even shows a certain twisted kindness to Valkyrie in explaining her everything. I would almost argue that the Baron of Leibniz is more interesting than the OG Baron. Also, silly wife Eliza. Such a stupid joke.

If he had been succesful, he would have actually ruined the world. Legitimately. The stakes were so high and the man remained so calm. Imagine trying to resurrect your gods. Imagine resurrecting Jesus, all the while having the vibes of a Military Dad with PTSD.

Im afraid that I never found Vengous that compelling. The writing in Book 2 is immaculate though and Dusk and Sanguine are amazing.

I give him a... 7? 8 out of 10?

Also: remember to stay hydrated. Eat a snack. Stretch. You deserve it.

Wanna read more of my mad ramblings? Heres Part 1 with Nefarian Serpine and Part 3 with Batu!

#skulduggery pleasant #baron vengous #character analysis #ramble post #again this is way too long #literary analysis #villain #sorry y'all #SP villains

[robotnuts]

are there any rvb fics you still think about all the time? like i dont think a week goes by without thinking abt qed and how it def changed me on a molecular level, do you have any fics like that?

oooh good question. the most important fic is at the bottom of this post so just scroll to the final paragraph if you only want one, true recommendation of the only rvb fic that really matters.

QED is fantastic though its more of @shotgunslap's thing than mine. the partner to that is also obviously QoQ, the only rvb fic ive been able to make almost all my friends read. i think about the south/north characterization every day of my life. caboose and carolina mean so much to me, etc etc. thats a pretty easy pick though so im cracking into my ao3 bookmarks to look for more niche picks.

i know there was actually a lot of rvb fic that was just posted to tumblr that i think ive gone back and tried to reblog at some points but i never organized it, i should have archived it, people who wrote good femslash and rvb women liked to just post it under a readmore on their tumblrlog and you have to go digging through decades old tags to find it now

okay. the big one i actually do still think about all the time forever and ever is saltsanford's stuff about epsilon/wash's relationship. this is the big one i still think about that centers on their backstory, but also, put my guns in the ground, which is one of the Big fandom tuckington longfics, also has such good washpilon stuff in it and they're so fucking juicy. when tucker asks wash how many times he's broken his ribs and he says four and epsilon says "actually it was five" before realizing How Bad of a Move that would be. Hello? Hello?????? i want them to be forced to reimplant and have weird mind brain trauma sex SO BAD sorry im normal. this is another one that takes place during/after the chorus era

on the spectrum of fics that i actually dont yet feel ashamed reccomending, primtheamazing, who wrote QoQ, also wrote some other good stuff. i am a HUGE fan of this fusion fic, the punchline to the tucker/caboose fusion is HYSTERICAL. this one where grif forgets who simmons is due to temple shennanigans and flirts with him is also very like. trope-y but i like that shit so this goes here too

ok. now onto the stuff that it is actively embarrassing for me to be recommending. but. prim's logrimmons fic is hysterical and was the stepping stone to creating the lolixgrimmons mind palaces with my friends so its worth it just for that. but also its really fucking funny. so is the one where locus has to listen to them have sex and gets himself caught

the truly embarrassing one for me to have here is the piece of softboy grimmons content i participate in. sadly i do enjoy s15 content sometimes for the softboy grif sensitive emotions exploration i will admit to being a hypocrite there and i really liked that one and reread it frequently (just realized this is written by the QED person so! you might already know of it)

and then finally. the most important red vs blue fanfiction of all time, guns are for shooting. it has it all. sarge. washington. sarge again. kismesisitude. grif and simmons acting like rosencrantz and guildenstern (are dead). locus being invisible and getting caught by lopez with a bag of flour. it's written by the person who wrote QED. You want to read it right now. Read it right now. READ IT RIGHT N

wait no the cute bit about sarge declaring war on gravity and upending a bag of flour onto lopez isnt in guns for shooting. what fic is that from

#its mainly mx qed relationshipcrimes and mx qoq primtheamazing who are my favorite writers it seems #so anything there is pretty good #oh on the cute grimmons level i also like 'What kind of trash dragon' #which.. might be written by prim? i know they have a few orphan fics floating around out there #including uh. green is a shade of red which i havent read but know is a good red team locus fic that they wrote and then orphaned

[clatoera]

Always Remember We're Burned for Better Chapter 18: Not My Homeland Anymore...So What Am I Defending?

Howdy guys! Here we are. Chapter 18. It's.. a big one. And important one. With the big declaration of loyalty from Cato and Clove, which everyone knew was coming. I got the 'vid while writing this so it took forever. I cannot believe we only have three more chapters after this. What a wild it has been.

Title from exile (t swift)

AO3

Masterpost

As always. Thank you to my besties. You are truly the reason I am capable of writing. @ohhowwehavefallen is my literal sounding board and helps me as my dictionary of panem. @kentwells listens to me whine daily, and @crookedlyniceperson I'm not sure what the meme content here is but...it's coming!

That being said..the things said here are not final.. They are SPECULATING. They don't know who's alive out there. Thats all i'm gonna say.

“Great job Clove, that's it baby.” Cato half hollers, half grins, giving her a reassuring pat on her hip before he crosses towards the front of the armory, to gather the precious five knives she had to throw.  He recollects them from the outside in, each knife lodging closer and closer to the center of the target. “You’re getting better.”

“Not good enough.” Clove groans, rolling her right wrist out in the couple of seconds she has between rounds of tossing her knives. They had worked on this for weeks– maybe it was even close to a month, now– and while she was getting closer and closer to herself she still had what Cato would call limitations. She would call them failures, of course. Namely, being that she could only get about a dozen or so throws in before her shoulder and wrist began to feel that dull throb deep inside the joint spaces.  “Enobaria would fucking kill me if she saw me now.”

“Enobaria isn’t my biggest fan, but I think she’d agree with me, Clove.” Cato raises an eyebrow at the girl, holding out one of the knives for her to take back. “I think she’d just be glad to see you alive.”

“Think she’s alive out there? Or Brutus?” Clove cocks her head, cracking her neck side to side before bringing the knife up past her shoulder. When she flicks her wrist and releases the blade, it lodges itself only a couple of inches left of the target. She slams her fist down in defeat, a dissatisfied whine escaping her. “If we were in the games i’d be fucking dead already.”

“I don’t know who’s alive. I don’t know what's left out there.” He admits to her, handing another knife out blade forward. “Good thing we aren’t in the games then, right? Just a war.” 

She laughs, for about half a second, before she lodges another knife immediately to the right of her last.  “For fucks sake!”

“That was technically closer than last time-” Cato is interrupted when the heavy metal doors to the armory swing upward, and the clicking shoes that echo towards them are revealed to belong to their very own ex-gamemaker, Plutarch Heavensbee. 

“Cato..Clove.” The man greets, giving them each a very informal nod. “Theres are very own District Thirteen careers–”

“We aren’t from thirteen.” Clove snaps, but brings the knife in her hand to rest on her hip rather than throw it in front of him. Old Clove would have thrown knife after knife and hit the target time after time. Intimidation tactics and all that. Missing the center wasn’t going to impress anyone– it might even make her look like a target. 

“What do you want, Plutarch?” Cato takes a step closer to Clove, draping his arm over her shoulders possessively– or maybe it’s protectively.  

“If you two will follow me… it’s urgent.” 

Cato and Clove shoot each other a look, but when Cato gives an imperceptible nod of the head, they take the steps forward to follow the leader together. 

“A word of advice? Agree to this.” Is all Plutarch warns as they weave down hallways and descend to even deeper levels of the fortress that is District Thirteen. 

They are eventually led to a room, filled with only three others. Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, and one Alma Coin.

“Please. Sit.” The president urges them first, nodding to two chairs across a broad board-room style table. There's something in the energy in the room that keeps them from putting up a fight or questioning it– a tension that they know better than to add to from years and years of academy training.

“I will make this short. District Two is the last of the districts aligned with the Capitol and Snow. As you two are well aware, it’s also the military center for the country. With Two on their side, the Capitol can continue this fight. That's where we are bringing you two in. Katniss here-” The gray haired woman gently gestures her left hand to her side, where Katniss sits nearly expressionless except for something frantic dancing behind her eyes. “Has assured of the loyalty you two have formed to our cause. We are sending you two to District Two, along with Katniss and the others. It is your responsibility to bring your home to the side of our cause.”

“District Two has long had loyalties to the Capitol. It’s what we’re raised on, I don’t know if they’ll listen to us.” Cato hesitates, leaning back in his chair and bringing his arms across his chest. “They probably see us as traitors.”

“Let me make something abundantly clear. This is a courtesy to your district. The numbers across the districts make me hesitate to outwardly destroy Two, in terms of population left to recover from the war. But we will not allow Two to stand between us and victory. If you cannot convince them, that is fine. We will handle this accordingly. And if the two of you show any sign of loyalty to them? The consequences will be dire.” President Coin pushes herself back from the chair and stands, straightening the front of her suit jacket. 

“What if we don’t want-” Clove starts, but is very quickly shot a lot of fear from Katniss before one of utter disdain fills the gray eyes of Coin. 

“This is not a request, Miss Kentwell. This is an order.” The clicking of her shoes echoes in the borderline empty room as she heads towards the door. “You leave in an hour.”

A guard follows her out, and as soon as the victors are left behind with Plutarch, Clove’s head whips around to face them.  “Convince our district? They aren’t going to listen to us, they’ll think we’re just traitors!” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. There is some resistance in two, it’s there, but you two do have the power of being one of them.” Plutarch lowers himself to sit beside Cato, and he gestures between Cato and Clove. “The two of you are the best Two has to offer. And you have proven your district loyalty again and again. And now you can show that even the best of you, especially you, Clove, are not immune to the brutality of the Capitol and Snow. It’s a powerful testimony you can offer.”

“And what if they don’t like what I have to say?” Clove scoffs, rolling her eyes and leaning back in her chair next to Cato, mirroring the same irritated posture. “What am I supposed to do? Show them my x-rays.”

“Tell them what they did to you.” Haymitch suggests, chiming in and leaning towards them, adjusting the beanie on his head before he does so. “There's other victors out there in Two, You know that. You have family, you probably have friends…okay maybe no friends but I know that you have family, Cato.”

“What did she mean by the loyalty thing..does she think we're going to turn back to the Capitol after what they did to her?” Cato suggests, looking at Katniss for the answer, the tense history of her and Coin not quite a secret to him.

“If there is any…concern..that you two may still have loyalties to the Capitol, yes there will be consequences.” Plutarch interjects, but not before Katniss can take over. 

“She’ll probably have you killed.” Katniss admits. “I wouldn't put anything past her these days.”

—

The ride to two is harrowing and silent. It takes a couple hours, maybe. Not that either can tell, not without windows to mark their journey. Not that either dares to speak, either.

They sit side by side, backs against a metal wall with legs touching in utter and complete silence. 

Best not indicate sympathies and be shot before they even land. 

–

The landing is aggressive and jarring, and would have knocked them to the ground had they not already been sitting. Still, it knocks Clove more harshly into him and she grabs at his thigh to brace herself with the rough landing. 

“Are we ready for this?” Clove half whispers, tightening her grip on his thigh, not looking up so that her hair would shield them from their conversation being held. 

“We have to be.” His hand found hers and squeezed, before the large door at the front of the craft began to open.  They scramble to push themselves to a standing position, before guards with guns can assemble around Katniss and lead her out.

They follow last, hesitation flooding through them both as they stand at the top of the metal sloping door. Clove pauses first, Cato stiffening beside her as the undisguisable sound of bombing echoes through the hollow metal. 

“Are you coming?” Someone calls up to them, and it doesn't matter who, because they take the steps down into the open town square of what was once their home. 

The first look is shocking, to say the least. 

There are no words to explain the feeling of seeing your home resolved to rubble.

There are no words for seeing the ashes of your childhood school, or the crater that now sits where the rest of the Justice Building once was, or the resounding sounds of more explosions off in the mountains. 

There are no words for the horror that hits Cato and Clove in the very core of who they are. 

“Cato, what’s happened to this place?” Clove whispers, squinting into the distance where she can see rising smoke along the entirety of the mountain range their houses and the various villages and mines once were. “What have they done–”

“There's no time to explain that right now” Haymitch interrupts, placing a hand on both of their shoulders. “We need to get inside”

They are numb, completely numb as they are led into the remnants of the justice building. T

They ascend the marble steps, slipping past the crumbling pillars and broken stairs, and Clove cannot help but remember the last time they had climbed these stairs, hand in hand, formally and officially married. 

Cato tightens the grip on her arm, clearly thinking the exact same thing. 

“We’re never even going to get to tell anyone.” Clove reminds him in a harsh whimper, once they are under the cover of the marble archway. “There's no one left.”

“We don’t know that..” But he cannot outright deny it. 

When they hear a booming voice welcoming them to District Two, Clove sees red. 

“Cato, Clove. Welcome home. You are a welcome addition to our cause.” Lyme, now ‘Commander’ Lyme calls out, a welcoming and nearly warm smile on her face. “I was shocked to hear of your shifted alliance, but we are nonetheless happy to have you.”

“Oh go to hell,” Clove hisses, and the arm that was around her arm slips around her waist as Cato instinctively knows to hold her back. “You sent us to die, you fucking cunt.” She struggles against Cato’s grip, but he does not let her go, he does let her fidget. 

“Clove, You have to understand. I didn’t want to send you in, but I couldn’t go. I was part of something bigger, that you are now part of too, surely you understand–”

“They left her to die! Like hell do we understand! You sent us in there, willing to kill us both for this!” Cato agrees, but due to his struggling wife in his arms he cannot take a step towards the other ex victor, no matter how his anger may want him to. 

“To die for this cause is a price we all must be willing to make-” Lyme insists, but her calm demeanor only serves to anger them more. 

“Yeah. But YOU weren’t willing to be the one to do it. Sacrifice us! Because killing your young is how we survive, right? Isn’t that the point of the games!” Clove nearly screams, but Haymitch, once again playing peacekeeper, is stepping between them. 

“This is not helping, and you know it, Clove.” He insists. 

“Where is Enobaria! You wanted to preserve the other victors, where is she!” Clove growls, finally breaking free of Cato’s grasp, her long-earned resolve not breaking when she realizes just how much that hurt. 

“Clove, I can’t tell you that information–”

“Where. Is. She? And Brutus! Are they alive where ARE they?” She insists, now the center of attention in the entire room, all eyes focused on the mad woman they plucked out of the Capitol. 

“I can’t tell you those things.” Lyme doubles down, before turning away from them, now addressing a broader group around the table. 

“Do you think they’re dead?” Cato wonders out loud, and Clove shakes her head rapidly. “No..no they can’t be dead.”

“We are thankful for your help here in Two. As you know, we have had quite the fight with the Capitol on our own. All of the villages on the north side of the mountain are destroyed, along with those on the south. All that remains on the west face is the peacekeeper barracks.” Lyme pulls up a holographic map of their home, complete with smoke billowing from the ashes of bodies and livelihoods. “We are what remains. The city to the east.”

“This is all that's left?” Clove looks to Cato, expression dropping as the reality of it all settles on her shoulders. “All the villages, the mines..”

“There's no way, that's most of the district” Cato denies but he finds himself glancing past the table, to the rising smoke on the side of the mountain.

“Cato, your parents live on the south face…” She narrows her eyes at the diagram, wondering if the small town at the base of the mountain had been spared in any way. “What about Cora and your mom and your dad and-” She makes no mention of her relatives, of her grandma in the south or her father and his new family to the north. They may as well have died to her years ago, God knows neither would stand beside her now. 

They’re discussing the fate of family and villages, zoned out when they hear the absolutely insufferable voice of Gale Hawthorne, along with Beetee and Boggs offering some sort of plan to take the military stronghold inside the mountain. It would have been the hardest part, Clove or Cato could have told you that. If you didn’t win the games, that was the place to work. 

 Clove doesn’t pay him much mind, not that Gale ever says anything worth listening to, when she hears the word Avalanches. 

“...Trap the Enemy inside..”

“...You risk suffocating everyone inside...”

“..Not if we blow it up..”

A refute from Katniss followed by “Killing isn’t personal”

The reality of the words falls heavily on the crowd, and the majority look to Lyme, their voice of reason and balance from two. 

“They should have the chance to surrender.”

“You’ll kill everyone.” Clove asks, though it is more of an accusation than a question. “Just like that. Those are people in there, those are our people.” She glares something akin to the daggers she throws at Lyme, before she whips her head towards Gale. “You didn’t come here trying to spare numbers at all, did you.”

“No. I don’t care if a single one of you survives, frankly. Your people? Your people are the ones who burned my district to the ground.” Gale recalls, giving Clove and Cato a look that can only be described as disgust. “Every single person in Two is guilty as far as I’m concerned. Peacekeepers to Janitors, you’re all the same, in Snow’s pocket. You two can crawl in the mine too, we don’t need people like you in this war, either.”

If you ask Cato or Clove who move first, neither will know. It’s instinct, to flow in the same direction as one another, to feed off of the other  like two heads on the same snake. All they know is that they went for the same target. 

Cato reaches his first, his arm around his neck in half a second, hands on either side of his head poised to twist and dislocate it at any given moment. Clove’s got a knife, from god knows where, how she managed to sneak it on this mission no one knows, pressed to his abdomen. 

“Go ahead. Say it again.” Cato urges, a sick laugh escaping him as he sees the guns trained on them. “You wanted an excuse to kill us anyway, do it. What's one more kill Gale, what did you say a few minutes ago? It isn’t personal, why don’t we remind you just how fucking personal it can be!”

“Let him go.” Katniss pleads, taking the step forward to put herself between the action and the guns aimed at them. “Let him go, they’re going to let people surrender.” She turns, now, to face Lyme, Boggs, and the others incharge of the operation. “You let people go. You let them surrender. We are not killing an entire district.. We aren’t Snow. We aren’t the Capitol.”

It is Beetee who, rolling forward with his hands up in cautious surrender. “We will leave the train tunnel open. Now. Let Mr. Hawthorne go..”

“No. He doesn’t deserve it. What did he say? Bring on the avalanches? Wanna know what it’s like to suffocate, Gale?” Clove sneers, tracing the blade of the knife over the plane of his cheek. If the way he was coughing was any indication, Cato was already making that a reality, with the way his upper arm twitched. 

“We’re letting your people have a chance. Let him go, Cato. Clove.” Haymitch urges, his wide as his hands also come up to mirror Beetees. Something about that man, they feel the urge to trust. He nods to them, and Cato and Clove lock eyes. They let him go, and there's a chance they’ll be shot. They kill him, and they definitely will be. She gives a nod of her chin, one only Cato would pick up on, and they let him go.

As Gale falls to the ground, gasping for air, Cato and Clove are both grabbed by the arms and dragged from the room. 

Clove does not give them the satisfaction of crying out. 

And so here they sit. 

Sit by side, on the marble staircase of what was once the entrance to the Justice Building. Sure, they are somewhat exposed. At this point..who’s wasting a bomb on them?

They watch, in mutual horror, as District 13 bomb after bomb absolutely annihilates the main mountain in the city. Clove swallows back the nausea she feels at the distant screams of fear, that are all suddenly cut off as the avalanche of the bomb cuts off their air. 

Her head finds his shoulder, and it is the gentle rocking she feels that lets her know he is silently, wordlessly crying, too. 

“Everyones dead, aren’t they?” Clove gets out, and the minute the word dead slips out her resolve crashes. “We have nothing to come home to, do we?”

“We aren’t even going to have a home to come back to, Clove.” From where they sit, they can see the remnants of what was once their home. The great training academy that was not only the foundation of their training, but the foundation of them was nothing more than its own marble steps and endless rocks. 

“Do you think they killed everyone in there?” Clove gestures to their once home, which still seems to smoke. 

“Probably.” Cato admits, resting his head on top of hers as yet another round of attacks aim at the mountain. 

There was once a time in her life when Clove had slept best under a rainstorm in a room, hitting the windows above her bed. Now, as the bombs explode like thunder, Clove is sure she’ll never sleep through one again. Every strike of lighting will bring her back here. Watching her entire life burn to the ground. 

“Enobaria…Brutus..Cora…your mom..dad…they’re probably gone, huh?” Clove says the silent fear out loud. They are all they have left. 

He doesn’t verbally respond, instead reaching out and resting his arm over his shoulder, squeezing gently, careful not to hurt her. 

“We were announced as victors. Right here. On these steps.” Clove points out, gently running her hands on the marble beneath her. “We got married here. All the pictures and the speeches.. And now we’re just..losing everything. Right here. On these same steps.” She strums her hand on his arm, squeezing gently. “Well. Not quite everything.”

They’re interrupted by soft steps behind them, and a gentle clearing of the throat. 

“Hi, Katniss.” Cato sighs, turning to phase the symbol of freedom herself. 

“I’m sorry. About your District.” Katniss tries, sitting on the marble steps besides them both. “I know it isn’t easy.”

“Thank you for keeping us alive back there. It’s no secret they want us dead.” Cato clears his throat looking out at the smoking remnants of his home. “We owe you for that.”

“We’re miners, too. In Twelve. You don’t… you don’t subject other miners to that kind of death. I’m sorry for what we did.”

“Thank you.” Clove finally agrees, for the first time actually acknowledging the good in Miss Katniss. “For saying that. And your friend, Katniss–” “I know, you don’t have to apologize, he was wrong–”

“I wasn’t going to apologize. He’s dangerous, Katniss. The way he thinks..he’s not that different from Snow.” Clove warns, when a voice calls out for Katniss to return. “Better fly back to the nest, Miss Mockingjay.”

“It’s for the surrender. They want you two there.” Katniss explains, giving them a pitiful glance. “I know. But they think it looks better to show you two are on our side.”

They do not fight, remembering the words and cautious glances of Haymitch Abernathy back in two. 

When they are led to the mouth of the train, with Katniss ahead of them and cameras trained on her, Clove feels a pit in the depths of her stomach. 

“Let us up there.” Clove half whispers half yells to Katniss. “We can help, more than you can. These are our people. Let us talk to them.”

Haymitch, who is to Katniss' left, gives a nod of approval. “Remember, you’re talking to everyone here.”

The camera woman, Cressida gives Katniss a hesitant nod, As Cato and Clove come to flank her sides. 

Her mouth is dry as the train car opens, and people pile out with heavy district thirteen weapons aimed in their faces. 

“They’re hurt…” Katniss whispers, and before she can rush forward Cato grabs her by the arm and holds her back. 

“They’re angry, Katniss.” He warns, just as the lights of the cameras find their faces. Cato has never been the one with the words to persuade. He is a rallyer. The great golden boy of District Two, to talk about the glory of the games and winning. He can bring everyone to their feet in a cheer…but a call to surrender? That was never going to be Cato Hadley. 

Clove, on the other hand. A girl who had spent her whole life justifying her strength, that girl, she was a manipulator. 

“Do you remember us?” Clove starts, as Cressida gives her an approving nod. The light is blinding in the dark of the train tunnel, but she continues to focus in on the camera. “You have to. We’re the pride of this district, aren’t we, Cato and I? That's what you called us, anyway. Cato and Clove..the best victors this district had in a decade.” Haymitch steps out of the frame, so that it instead focuses on Cato, Clove, and Katniss. Twelve and Two, standing united. 

“We’re the best.” Cato chimes in, giving a sure nod and that signature cocky grin. “We still are…but that didn’t matter to Snow, and to the Capitol.”

“We..are the best. We are the most loyal. We are perfect victors and it didn’t matter.” Clove continues, and for some reason she feels like she is talking to more than just the people of her home, now, with the way the Camera is focused in on her face. She is hesitant when she reaches for the buttons on the front of her District Thirteen jumpsuit. “I was perfect, and it didn’t protect me.” She pulls the neck of the jumpsuit down, revealing the continuous bruising along her collarbones that refuses to heal. “They beat me and they broke my ribs and my arms and they destroyed my body. They do not care about us. They don’t care about the victors, and they don’t care about any of you, either.”

“They’d kill us all, if they have to.” Cato agrees, giving a solid nod of her head. “They did this to her, because they thought I was involved in this war. And now we are. And we know this much. No victor, or family member, or district matters to them. We’re all expendable. And we aren’t willing to die for them, anymore. We offered to, once. We were willing to die for glory in the games..but we aren’t willing to die for them anymore.” 

Clove redirects her attention directly to the crowd. She can see faces now, people she recognizes. People she knows. 

The boy who Cato beat to go to the games, who had become a peacekeeper.

The Woman who worked with her grandmother, and came by every Tuesday to carpool with her. 

One of their peers a few years younger than them, who never even made it to the top of their classes. 

“None of us matter to Snow. Stop killing for him.” Katniss calls out, stepping forward from between them so she is more directly in the spotlight. “You hear them! They’re the best of what Two has to offer, right? We’re the same..more than you realize. District Twelve, and District Two.” 

Cato pulls Clove back, out of the light, as soon as Katniss starts her speech.

 In the same second a man steps forward and pulls the trigger of a gun directly into the chest of Katniss Everdeen. 

What happened next is a blur.

Next thing they know, they are on a plane back to Thirteen, Katniss Everdeen fighting for her life at their side. 

They, too, are sedated before they can ask too many questions. 

–

“She’s alive, you know.” Clove kicks her feet off the side of the industrial metal kitchen counter, swinging her feet all to like a child waiting for a treat. “Cato went to see her earlier. She’s alive.”

“I didn’t ask, Clove.” Peeta Mellark chimes in, brows furrowing as he works a spatula to blend the teal and white icing, creating the illusion of wave caps cresting on an ocean. “What are you even doing here?”

“You care, loverboy.” She swipes her finger in the bowl, stealing the remnants of turquoise dye and buttercream frosting. “I’m here because I haven’t seen you at all since we were rescued, and we’re now trauma bonded and all that, or whatever it is they tell Johanna in therapy.”

“I’m not loverboy, and I don’t care. She’s a monster.” He gently taps her hand with the bag of icing, but he does give her half of a smile, far less than the sunshine boy of the past but still something. “Stop sticking your fingers in there!”

“You’ll always be loverboy to us!” She taunts, but hops off the countertop anyway. “Yeah? People call me and Cato monsters too. Even monsters deserve love, Breadboy.”  Clove gives the cake a once over, with an appreciative nod. “Are you going to come to the wedding?”

He gives a quick shake of the head. “I’m not cleared for that.”

–

It felt wrong, being at a wedding so close to the bombing and destruction of their home. 

Still, Finnick and Annie were their friends. Even so..it wasn’t like they were likely to be invited to any other weddings in their lives. 

Cato and Clove sit side by side in the very back, Clove fanning herself with the flimsy paper program that had been designed to look like the waves meeting the shore. 

“This wedding is very…District Four.” Clove whispers to Cato, nodding her head towards the golden nets that are draped over the two of them. Finnick had likely made it by hand, considering tying knots had been his hobby and outlet in their long stay in thirteen. “Where did they find a bunch of kids who knew the wedding songs of that district?”

“They’re from twelve, I think.” Cato whispers back, draping his arm over her shoulder and pulling her closer, not entirely not so he could also get some of the air she was generating by fanning herself. “Annie organized the rehearsals.”

“Is that Effie Trinket?” Clove gestures towards the front, where the escort has somehow donned a large wig and a shimmering pink dress. “Why the fuck does she look so ridiculous?” “I think Katniss brought dresses back from twelve or something, that's where Annie’s is from.” Cato points out the ocean green dress the bride wears, so unlike the traditional white of the Capitol and upper districts. “Maybe that's it?”

“Will you two stop talking?” A teasing voice comes from directly in front of them, as Marvel turns around to face them. “It’s a wedding not a social hour.”

“You’re just jealous because Katniss didn’t get you a pretty dress.” Cato mocks, but does shush for the rest of the ceremony. 

It really is lovely, all things considered, working with what they have in Thirteen. 

The reception is as close to a party as possible down here under the ground, especially considering the prohibition. 

“Does it feel wrong to anyone else, that we’re having a party as the world is ending.” Marvel asks, leaning against the wall with the other victors. Cato holds Clove in front of him, with Johanna Mason on the side opposite of Marvel. 

“May as well go out with a bang.” Johanna shrugs, opening her arms with a dramatic laugh as Katniss cautiously approaches them. “Speaking of going out with a bang, there she is, a shooting survivor. You’re like a cockroach, they really just cannot kill you!”

“And considering every single one of you have tried...” Katniss nearly teases, coming to rest her back on the wall alongside Johanna. 

“I'm happy for them.” Katniss announces, giving a little nod. “They deserve it.”

“Jealous?” Clove taunts, but nudges her gently with her foot. “Loverboy is going to come around. They can’t break us all forever!”

“Why didn’t you bring me a pretty dress?” Johanna teases, gesturing towards Annie and Effie. “Maybe I wanted to be a pretty pretty princess.”

“Glimmer got the one you liked anyway. The blue one I wore in two?” Katniss points out, and as if on cue, the back doors open and in slips the girl of the hour. 

“God damn.” Johanna whispers, when the blonde girl enters in all her glory. The blue velvet falls to her feel like a river, those gorgeous bombshell curls framing her face and rolling down her shoulders like the star she is. At about her knees the dress turns from velvet to sapphire colored glitter, that catches the light as she walks heel before heel, all eyes in the room unable to look anywhere but her. There isn’t much makeup or jewelry here, but she’s never needed it. She shines regardless.  “The capitol sure did some fucked up things to her but if they did anything right, it sure is market how gorgeous she is.”

Noone pays any attention to Marvel, who’s tightened his jaw beside Cato and Clove, his entire body language stiffened at the attention of glimmer. 

She reaches them very quickly, and the joy on her face is contagious. “Thank you so much, Katniss, for letting me borrow this. The alterations aren’t permanent, I just pinned it!” 

“It looks like it was made for you,” Katniss admits when she catches her sister’s shining eyes from across the room. She would go to her soon, but for now she would play nice with her fellow victors.

“I didn’t really want to come.” Glimmer admits tucking herself in beside Cato and Johanna, opposite and far from Marvel. “It’s hard to see these things knowing you’ll never do them but.. Finnick and I have been through a lot together. I’m happy to see him so happy. He deserves it. One of us should have it!” 

“Come on, Miss Panem, let's try some of that cake. You could use it.” Johanna playfully raises her eyebrows, before linking her arm through Glimmer’s and practically leading her away. Clove notices the pins on the back of the dress, holding the fabric close to her skin. She must be terribly small, for a dress that was designed for Katniss not to fit her. 

“She’s a fucking beauty queen.” Clove agrees, unable to wipe the smile off her face at the way she simply glows in the expensive fabric. 

“Yeah…she is.” Marvel clears his throat, and pushes himself off the wall. “I need to–” 

Clove leans into Cato’s arms as she watches Marvel walk off after Glimmer, Cato pulling her attention before she can watch him reach her. 

“See, Katniss? We’re all starting to heal. Peeta will be soon.” Clove promises, noting the longing look the Mockingjay tries to hide. 

Katniss nods, but changes the subject abruptly before she could dare show emotion. “I’m going to see my little sister, I think.”

Cato shuffles, twisting Clove in his arms to face him. 

“What do you say, we go to intercept that cake before Johanna and Marvel have to fight over Glimmer.” He teases, and gently nudges her in the direction of Peeta’s great confection. 

Clove wordlessly agrees, walking hand in hand with her husband over to the sliced cake displayed on the table. Most of the guests are busy dancing to some folk-esk music, save for Annie and Finnick who had already had their first slice, and so it was Cato and Clove home free with the cake. 

They stand in the corner, one plate and two forks between them, laughing as Cato nearly misses Clove’s mouth as he tries to feed her a bite of the cake. 

“You usually have better aim than that.” Clove taunts, swiping a bit of the turquoise frosting on his nose. 

“I could say the same for you.” He catches her wrist in his free hand, and instead licks the icing right off her pointer finger. “You know I would have gone for chocolate cake, but beggars can’t be choosers.”  Cato grabs her by the face and pulls her in for a kiss, the grainy taste of buttercream lingering on their lips. 

“You know, Clove, I would have thought you and I would have done this when we got home. The whole big party..”

“You’re the one who said it, Cato. There won’t be a home for us to go back to.”

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[ryetherat]

so... percy jackson rp?

i've had this idea in my mind for... years at this point, i guess, just swimming around in the back of my mind. and it Hit me again thanks to the show so here we are

i'm not looking for a roleplay partner, which seems to be the "norm" nowadays. my plan: a pjo rp forum site, hosted on jcink or proboards, whatever works. forum roleplaying was a big part of my online experience growing up and god i just MISS it

i have basic ideas, ill put them under the cut

the bulk of the rp would be character building, threads in camp and elsewhere - but i have this main gimmick idea for "quests":

they would be primarily crafted by admin (who have first dibs for playing cabin counselors too), and assigned to players who signed up to be on the quest "waiting list". admin (which would have a shared account so it didnt matter specifically Who) would play the parts of NPCS - including monster encounters. if/when gods showed up, they would also be played by admin

i'd love to implement some sort of ttrpg dice system, with quickfire threads for combat separate but linked to the main thread. monsters would have different stats, etc. and players could even consent to character deaths when signing up for quests!

demigods wouldnt be the only type of character available to make, but it would have to be the majority. satyrs, i think, would be the most numerous "side characters", maybe nymphs around camp. those details arent important rn tho

what i'm thinking:

with admin, i'm looking for people who know how to code and create custom layouts, graphics etc. ideally, 2-3 people so its not all one one person

i'd want the timeline to be vaguely post-pjo - meaning, there are more than the 12 cabins, less unclaimed demigods, etc. but its been a while since ive read the heroes of olympus and i've barely cracked open the first trials of apollo book so idk what Happened to affect the site's timeline/lore. so in my mind, it's just post-last olympian.

also, i wouldn't want to have canon characters - at the most, they'd be NPCs that are rarely used.

i know a big thing is that people have lives, and i have no idea what the forum-rp scene is like because i haven't been involved since.... god(s) idk, around 10 years???

me personally, i have the free time to be willing to overlook the site and get everything written out; admin i would want to be more active, of course, just enough to keep things running

age-wise, it wouldnt feel right to make it a 17+ forum, this is a kid's series after all. i think 13 is the limit for most if not all forums, and i'd be fine with that. player ages shouldn't be broadcasted, we could have some sort of Minor/Adult indicator but idk if even that would be necessary.

and i'd want at least a "proficient" level of writing, whatever the terms were - rp posts wouldnt need to be whole novels, but at least a chunky paragraph that the partner could work off

i'm hoping the popularity of the show will give me a chance to actually do this >:3

so uhhhh i guess if you're interested, shoot me a dm or reply to this post? let me know if you'd want to be an admin or mod, what you'd be able to do for the site, whatever you think is important to mention. if you just want to be a normal member and rp a funny lil demigod, thats fine too! maybe we could have Special Privileges for those who join at the start!

#pjo #percy jackson #pjo rp #roleplay #forum roleplay

[deatmat]

Good omens 2 spoilers

I watched the first four episodes with my father before he went off to bed, and I think he’s met a new side of me. For more details…

Opening scene from before the beginning, the moment I see Crowley in white robes: ‘I KNEW IT’ ‘tf? Not giving his name. I see. I see. Don’t confirm Raphael theory then.’ *my father giving me the oddest look*

When Gabriel was sorting the books by first word: ‘THATS GOOD OMENS OMG THATS GOOD OMENS’ *my father shaking his head and saying of course I’ve memorized the first page like the nerd he knows I am.*

Buddy Holly’s Everyday starts playing: *my father slowly turning to look at me knowing that’s the song which has been playing nonstop in our house for the last three weeks* ‘sorry…’

The fly in the box when it was first opened: ‘THE FLY THE FLY THE FLY’ ‘lmao this is just like in that one Beelzebub x Gabriel fic I saw, haha’ (which um, considering the ending)

My sister walking downstairs to try and do something during the scene where Aziraphale is toying the Bentley: ‘SHUT UP IM WATCHING IMPORTANT THINGS’ *my father rolling his eyes, then nodding very seriously to my sister*

Every time there was a reference to Terry: ‘I’m going to cry’ ‘OMG THATS A PRATCHETT BOOK’ ‘Dad, Dad, did you see? Did you see his hat?!’ ‘I’m going to cry.’ *my father telling me to take a deep breath*

Also important to note there where several scenes where he cracked up laughing only to look over at my in expectance that I would be laughing too, but I was just grinning like a lunatic and bouncing in my seat as I had been.

I think he’s come to understand the level of crazy I am, and he didn’t even see me during the last episode so yeah.

#I love that he’s willing to put up with me #probably for the best her wasn’t there for the last two episodes #especially the last episode #no one is allowed to see me like that #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #good omens #ineffable husbands

[samzier]

hermitcitizen carrrdddd im infodumping here since it wont let me in tags👎

basically pearl hired a bunch of citizens around her alien base to be on “clean up crew” because she cant be everywhere at once, and she focused more on keeping the trash bins at other bases regulated at a decent pace. she also wanted to give the citizens something to do. You know. however, some people just. REALLY sucked at taking care of the different plants/creatures/forms of alien life near her base, so she created a smaller group of these guys (clean up crew) who really struggle and sent them to keep the crastle clean as the maintenance level would be lower and much easier😭😭😭They still fuck it up tho but they are trying their best. sam (my hermitsona) works there during most days and has a blast.

sam felt very. Out of Place at pearls base, because she had decided to settle there on a whim but AUTISM BE DAMNED that boy CANNOT figure out how to clean up a base properly and take care of foreign life forms. but hey!!! hes got a castle to take care of. and she gets to keep the few diamonds ren placed in the small cracks he forgot about. At Least thats something

also is it a good time to mention sam joined AFTER ren was dethroned? yeah.maybe thats important. sam knows practically NOTHING about ANYTHING just that hes here now, she likes pearl, and he can “””clean””” lawl

#hermitcitizen #da samzier art

[patronsaint-prometheus]

for chekhov:

❇️ , 💤 , 🌈 , 🌟

smile :)

YESSSS HELLOOOO SHAWNNNN . i love to talk about my boy chek... thank you... im gonna go bonkers insane now smile.

❇️SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

Mr Chekhov Sample is a man of few items lmao. i'd say his most prized physical possession though is his halo. which on its own i could talk abt for paragraphs. BUT i'll try to simplify it. hes a demon who always wanted to be a "good" and "holy" angel. when he got his halo he didnt get it the way he wanted to. he felt guilty for a very very long time about the actions he was forced to take to receive it. Later on though he learned to see it as *his* Instead of *His Mistakes*. He wears his halo disguised as a cross necklace now. in contrast to his horns that could not be hidden even if he wanted to. I think the real thing he values is people. because he lost so many to so many different things.

💤SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

SLEEPING IS SUCH A HARD ONE. its a bit more complicated then falling asleep easily or not. hes got a pretty scattered sleep schedule just in general. internal clock is either nonexistent or WRONG . and when he does sleep but has nightmares/is restless, he will start floating off the ground. this is a leftover gravitational thing that wants to bring him back to heaven but is not strong enough to do so. it just freaks him out real bad that his body is still technically trying to drag him back away from earth. and also its a rude awakening to fall 6-10 feet to the ground every time he wakes up . AS FOR WHAT HELPS HIM- coffee. because caffeine affects him in reverse . Sleeping in strange places like the couch or floor or his truck. and falling asleep next to his boyfriend. gay shit heals all.

🌈RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

AGAIN THESE ARE SO HARD . CHEK HAS MULTIPLE CHILDHOODS. chek is two different souls combined into one. Quimby and Vika. so thats two childhoods just on their own. but they both were consciousnesses (quimby being a demon and vika an angel) so they ALSO experienced childhoods through their humans. but i'll stick with just quimby/vikas childhoods for this. Chek would tell quimby to stop feeling so damn guilty. HYPOCRYTICAL BEC HE STILL STRUGGLES WITH IT. but its not healthy to be as anxious as she was. You are not robbing others of air by breathing. To Vika i think hed have a harder time. I think just in general its harder to reach vika on an emotional level so he would want to say something that would really matter. I dont think vika really needed much "advice" either. So i think he'd just reassure her that she would be remembered. and that above all it would be a good thing.

🌟GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

SIGH. SHAWN YOU GAY ASS MFER. I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA SEND ME THAT ONE SDHJGFSDHGF.., Chek Loves The Sky. He very much enjoys the sun and moon and shooting stars. he likes to decorate his favorite sleep spots in the house with glow in the dark stars because he finds comfort in it. After all a very long time ago space was referred to as "the heavens" , so as s demon who is forever disappointed that heaven isnt all its cracked up to be Chek finds hope and comfort in that older concept. Chek isnt sure if a place will ever exist for him/his friends to be at rest for eternity. But he can hope that the sky would be that. And so he thinks of his friends a lot in relation to it. Specifically associating Mark w/ the moon and Red w/ the sun.... as for star gazing. the lore you all were (only shawn was) waiting for. Chek wholeheartedly wants to stargaze with his boyfriend mark. Chek being the butchgay that he is , its very important to him that he gets to show Cityboy Mark the woods. he tries very hard to make it something mark enjoys because he just wants him to get the same joy out of it. Chek is a mainer through and through . so he would bring mark to AMC Maine woods and camp out there so he could show him stars without any light pollution. Chek would realize on the way back home afterwards that he didnt actually look at the stars once bec he was too distracted by mark being there. god damn gays.

#tumblr pls. why is Webbedsight so angry at me #ask game #I LOVE YOU SHAWN. YOU FUCKING GAYASS #I can only be so faggy for you on main without getting SHOT /j #for you and for mark. gestures. I love persona characters. smiles so big

[codes]

HII MATTHEW (has been asleep) HOW IS UR DAY!!

ive been thinking abt love as someone who cant seem to feel it romantically! again!! i wanted to know like what ya think abt love? thats kinda vague but like do u think love is important to u be it in the things u experience or ur personal life?

Hi lab! My day is going pretty good, this morning I trapped my dog in an endless cycle of suffering bc she wanted to be with me in my room and she couldn’t leave until I opened the door. This happens every day.

Love … hmmm I have such mixed feelings about it. I think society places so much focus on romantic and familial love that it overlooks love btw friends and loving our lives and love for fruit that has been lightly seasoned w sugar and salt (very important). I know love can be seen as such a scary and vulnerable thing but it rlly is all throughout our lives, it’s just shown to us in different forms. Like my dog literally does the same thing every morning and she gets trapped every single time and she still does it because she loves me (I hope). My friends listen to my incoherent ramblings, hang out w me after classes, and send me art of my favorite dumbasses bc they love me. I think love is rlly important to me but like… mostly bc I try to interpret it as something not exclusively related to romantic love (I bring this up a lot bc u mentioned it in ur ask SORRY). Like I have and have had friends who cannot STAND being single and will literally be back in the trenches trying to find a partner just days after breaking up w someone and like I cannot fathom that. There are definitely some things that you can learn about urself while dating but honestly it’s never as cracked up as it’s meant to be. Trust the single lifestyle. Anyways love is extremely important to me and it’s important to all of us bc we cannot survive without being shown some level or form of love. However, something like romantic love is not the quintessential marker of our humanity even though it may be frequently hailed as such in present-day society.

#ask #lab

[gwaaaaar]

sHATTERS CUP ON WALL

spoilers for aesop bday letter!

this is assuming ganji and annie are in their match, if they are not, i am a silly goofy weepy clown.

HOLY SHIT HE KILLED GANNIE? HOLY SHIT? WJHEJEHEJEHEHSHHE

"You can't kill a king" - they call me the merc by perswayable circa 2020, rip ganji and annie, you are in our hearts.

what i find scary is the fact thats its written that they bonded over rare prey as predators? Hey victor what the fuck dude. Also, 314 is ganji, because its stated that all of them except 314 were quiet lowkey recluse and avoided confrontation. Ganji is someone that wont hesitate for standing up for himself. 312 got drugged and as a result got anxious, this behavior rubbed off on 314 (ganji). In victors letter you see the girl being extremely nervous while the man in white-grey clothes irritatedly knocks on victors door.

And then, the "prey" goes missing. Now, my theory is that the prey is either victor or an external item/person. For the sake of this, i think its victor. The prey goes missing, 314 goes ballistic, 3?1 is forced to show his true colors because 314 kept interfering. Now keep in mind. Victors letter is dated on the day of the match/before it. So, this mustve happened during the match. The motivation would probably be by taking Victor, the tension would burst. Ganji assumes Aesop kiled Victor, Aesop is pissed that his goal was taken from him. Ganji is of course a very protective and altruistic man + he would totally do a confrontation, and unfortunately that cost him his life.

Now what if the prey was an external item? 3?3 isnt mentioned after the prey dissapears, either hinting towards him being the prey, OR, he has no notable reactions to list, he lets it all happen.

Victor is one messed up man.

And there's the matter of, how is someone as paranoid as Victor so easily manipulated in the span of 7 days or so? Not saying he cant be at all, but like,,,, how,,, besides the letters that is.

This leads once again to the shared gaze upon rare prey as predators. What does that even mean? Prey is mentioned multiple times here.

What if, and this is a loop, what if its like a 4 v 1 but with hunters and 1 survivor. And that prey was something meant to be protected, while everyone else was a hunter.

Nahhh that's a crack theory, but call me eli clark because im a seer if that comes true.

Keep in mind, in some matches there are like, 5 survivors and 1 of them ends up to be the hunter, so what if that prey was also a fellow survivor? And what if aesop became the hunter?

I pray to god gannie arent the seatfillers here they are literally so important.

Since aesop and victor get paired up along with ganji and annie, i wonder how gannie are connected? Since annies mood affected ganjis too, they must be close on some level.

#identity v #aesop carl #victor grantz #ganji gupta #annie lester

[burdenedreverance]

some ooc meta comm.

As you’ve probably noticed I have two primary verses, relating to the story of Desmond Hayden. That being 'a blade forged by will' and ' the masked forged by injustice.' I want to take some time to talk about the latter verse, and it's particularly heavy theme. Despite the crack I post sometimes, I really enjoy touching on some profound subjects and the struggles that exist in these mythical worlds. And for 'the mask forged by injustice' it exists as one of my favorite iterations of Desmond.

It is very important to me, as a person, to explore the themes of right and wrong. The concept of fairplay and doing right, regardless of the consequence to myself. Because that is what I think makes a good person. But the line between what is right and what is wrong is hard to determine a lot of the time, something I've learned painfully. And Desmond in almost all his verses serve some institution or organization with a questionable history, in this case, the Gotei.

The Gotei is an organization that was forged in blood, and on paper, uphold the balance between life and death. Not the primeval state of the world, but the world forged by the Soul King and Great Noble Families. And this world must make terrible, horrible decisions to maintain the status quo. And again, the status quo is not always a bad thing to maintain so long as you acknowledge the human cost. And in this case, it was the Thousand Year Blood War and the Hell Arc. Ok. Horrible necessities that on some level, can be argued for. Hayden is a soldier. He can accept that he doesn't understand, nor truly get, the immense depth that goes into making those decisions.  

It isn't his place to question that. It is his place to serve, faithfully, The Gotei. Because it is, in his view, the best thing for the world overall.

However.

Desmond believes that if the Gotei, and Central 46 in particular, can enact decrees like imprisonment in the Maggot's Nest or the summary execution of people- then at the very least they can make a concerted effort to improve the outer reaches of the Soul Society. If the nobles have the money and means to execute people and construct prisons which there is no escape, then surely, some of that can be directed to aide people who live in poverty by no merit of the own save for being born wrong. Now, this is an extremely idealistic point of view. Desmond Hayden is an idealist, perhaps a bit sour at times, but an idealist. He will move mountains, or try to, if he thinks that it is the right thing to do.

So if, or rather when, he is met by the continued ignorance of Central 46 even after he rises up in the Gotei's ranks it does a number on him. He begins to question the institution he serves, if the Gotei exists truly to preserve a good world or if it is merely a bludgeon for those in power. And perhaps, he knows, that it serves both functions. That it can do good, while also serving as a blunt instrument for those in power to remain so. But these doubts build, as he finds that no matter the routes he goes- injustice remains. The voices of the downtrodden, and the daily injustices, begin to wear more on him before he realizes that this isn't a fight he can win.

And it breaks him a little. It is easy, to ignore evil when it serves your purposes. And Hayden chooses to leave. He becomes an exile. Maybe he thinks of another way, or maybe he just needs to leave to clear his head. Because he doesn't want to begin a bloody fight, he doesn't want to be a villain. And much of his 'the mask forged by injustice' is him wrestling with that idea, wrestling with if he's right or wrong here. If he's being ignorant or simply naive. And sometimes, he makes a choice to stand against the Nobility and in turn the Gotei. And he has NO IDEA if this is the right choice. And it makes him angry, so incredibly angry. That rage, it consumes him. Both literally and metaphorically. 

Thats why I tag most of my musings for him as 'he was just a soldier hoping he done right.' At the end of the day, Hayden's story is just a guy hoping he's doing right. That when his time comes, when he is felled either by execution, battle, or old age- he did everything in his power to do good.

#v. the masked forged by injustice . rogue shinigami #ooc. rusted voice box #musings. he was just a soldier hoping he done right #sometimes i feel like my writing fails to convey this #and i really do try to provoke some introspection #blaah sorry

[mantaphase]

(for the ship ask thijg) u dug ur own grave w this one 😼

Chelley (chell x wheatley) (your answer may impact our friendship) (also i recognize that chell x glados is superior but y’know.)

im sorry baby but this is not it

this post took me so long to write i.e. i started as soon as the ask came in and im only posting it now. this is because chelley, for no sensible reason, reads as crack to me. after some consideration i realize that this is because i struggle to see wheatley as a person. i want to say its bc he was never human (unlike my two favorite ais which are glados and hal) but honestly i think it's just his personality. hes just like that. absolutely off the wall do you even have emotions type beat. his demeanor and thought patterns and worldview are so alien to me that it activates a neural signal which my brain has no idea how to interpret so it just returns "?????" like when someone sends an emoji you don't have and it's just that box. thats why ive never written anything abt him i just cant imitate that level of []. hes incomprehensible to me - which makes for a GREAT character (especially an antagonist) and a perfect blorbo but not very good shipping material :/

HOWEVER you have brought to mind the idea of UNREQUITED chelley which.........ohoho. Thats Some Potential. it is kind of what happens in canon anyway but. ok. listen the fact is i can't see chell being into him. like i can't imitate wheatley, ok sure, but i know what hes like! i cant do that with chelley my brain is just turning a blank. i have no clue how she would act or think if she liked him romantically and its weirding me out JAJDJXBX

all that to say the idea of wheatley finding his humanity through his love for/obsession with chell while she thinks of him as a funny little guy who follows her around....... thats poetry honestly. catch me writing this dynamic later. not with wheatley though i was being serious abt not being able to write him :(

i do love their dynamic in canon but its kinda tied to the story i guess? you can take the characters out of the game but actually no you cant. chassis!wheatley is very important to me BECAUSE of how he changes in response to his new role. in my mind his relationship with chell is defined by the progression from "okay no that's jumping" to the button bomb. idk. i want to study him and also this ship under a microscope but whenever i try my eyes stop working. at some point you will have to help me break this strange mental block but that point is not this point because its almost 2:30 haha goodnighg

#phaseposting #phaseanswering #ask game #honest to god i try to think about them like i would any other ship and my brain just short circuits. goes blank. nothing here #like when ur hand falls asleep and you can see it and poke it but it feels like youre poking someone elses hand. no feeling. thats chelley. #LOVE THEM AS FRIENDS THOUGH i need to go find those fics where he escaped w her bc that was good shit and i miss it #anyway i love you goodnight<>

[metal-assistant]

Some thoughts I typed out the other night when I was thinking about the earliest days of my Self Insert being at the factory and a bit more detail of how exactly they (she and Karl) came to be.

It started with My self insert vs my “am I good enough for this person?” issue. Wherein I remembered I have a hard time classifying people as friends because what level of knowing someone and interacting with them makes us friends and do they actually like me or are they just being nice? Which creates a fun little plot bunny to chase for my self insert but developed into the following-

While they’re still coworkers she would TRY to be friends because they only have each other- or, she only has him because he’s not risking her getting discovered so soon- but with his attitude and determination in his projects he’d probably be dismissive to the point she’d get to that “fine I guess I’ll just piss off then.” And at that point she doesn’t talk to him much or try to crack jokes like she used to, she’s very subdued compared to her trying to accept her new situation and open up to this man. At that point she’s probably running errands for him so she’s gone more often then he’s forced to realize how much he’s actually come to rely on/enjoy/got used to her company so it seems too quiet without her. In short- he took her for granted but didn’t realize he was doing it.

Which would melt into him trying to be a bit more friendly towards her. Thought, she’s still distant. She’s been through her fair share of “knowing where she’s not wanted” and been betrayed by people she thought were close friends. Still… he’s got her helping more with projects, they’ve gone from her simply handing him tools and being there for him to mutter ideas to, to her sewing up cuts and doing the tedious work on the soldats so he can do the important parts, back to helping with ideas but this time instead of just being an ear while he rambles she’s someone who offers her own ideas… even if the whole thing is creepy. And that’s when they get a bit closer, working on a prototype they’ve both envisioned, and when it works miraculously they’re both super excited that’s when he kisses her.

Because the thing is that Karl has lived alone for so long he doesn’t know how to interact with people properly. He can be nice and charismatic but it’s a facade, he doesn’t know how to mean it. He’s been alone and no one he knows actually cares about him. Miranda doesn’t, he’s an experiment to her under the lie of “family”. And none of his “siblings” care about him. They’re too busy wanting the attention of their “mother” to care about him.

So suddenly here’s this girl who’s worrying if he’s sleeping or eating and asks him about his day and tells him she’s sorry for him when he’s frustrated and convinces him take breaks and literally cares about him? There’s this sort of kindness he’s never experienced before. She isn’t solely looking out for herself, she’s taking time to be concerned about his well being… for no reason at all… besides being… kind hearted.

He doesn’t know how to take it.

He doesn’t know how to give that back to her. He doesn’t know how to express love or kindness because, in his mind, any act of mercy is kindness because thats what Miranda has taught him.

Karl has to learn that he can actually be himself with someone else. He learns WHO that someone is. He didn’t really know he was much outside of wanting revenge on Miranda or being her puppet.

And there’s a lot of him learning what love is in this story. There’s a lot of representation of “you teach people how to love you” in a way that’s actually visible and the other party is reciprocal to it (trust me I’ve seen instances where that phrase is bullshit). They’re relationship is so rocky at the start because he doesn’t know HOW. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. But she gives him the space and patience while he figured that out.

And then in comes the possessiveness…

He treats her like a rare item because in his life she is rare. extremely so. so he gets possessive of her. he doesn't want her far from him for long- not away from him at all if he can help it. he doesn't treat her poorly but he gets paranoid when she is gone, thinking she might leave him for a better life at the castle (as if) or with beneviento (whom she’s befriended) or that miranda might snatch her away.

And I know what you’re thinking- she’s just a trope, that she's some single ray of sunlight 2D “Mary Sue” character or something, a magical creature for the dark character to fall in love with. But there's other people in the village (surely) who would treat him with genuine kindness except he never lets people in for that. he doesn't give them a chance because he thinks that they'll turn on him or they only see him as a god and not a person. His own trust issues are what gets in his way.

They’re only brought together because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, presumed dead, and then treated almost like an object. she was just stubborn enough for company to ignore his orders of “stay put” until he could figure out what to do with this corpse that isn’t a corpse. Spoiler alert (yeah I’m trying to write it as a fanfic), she listens for a whole three days while he ignores her existence so she pushes her way into his business.

I could go on for literally ever. I could lay out my whole story of them for you if I wanted and like yeah one day I will… in pieces… that’s what this blog is for really. Just a mess of ideas because I am down bad for this guy that in my head there’s this huge complex story where we’re together.

Anyway if y’all made it this far thanks for reading and if you happened to enjoy, stay tuned, maybe follow the blog and you’ll see more.

#re8 #karl heisenberg #resident evil #self insert #things that would happen in the si-verse #self insert musings

[iceglade]

long thoughts i had while listening to dreams 🤓podcast🤓

obsessed with the idea of saving time like with the wayback machine and traveling to select saved/marked/preserved moments like that

get me in the ring coach i wanna talk to dream about it. gonna hit em with the "yeah we can but Should we" just to see what he does

im a big advocate for putting together an ethics committee cause we're only gonna need one More as time goes on and hardware/SOFTWARE advances.. especially software

cApItAlIsM LeAdS tO iNnOvAtIoN yeah when they want to empty the clouds before a big sports event, but the simultaneously dumbest and most important question here is whos gonna pay for using it where people Need it not that they Need that when there are simpler tech options to fix stuff like world hunger and global warming literally we could solve every single problem listed right NOWWWWW its just that NOBDOY WANTS TO FUCKING PAY FOR ITTT CAPITALISM IS SO GOOOOOOD .. OBVIOUS SARCASM ...

hes talking about technically everything being useless except for your brain.. yeah dream the only reason thats the case is we dont understand how the brain works. if we understand how the brain works we wont even need the biomass there too

im allowed to say dreams dumb because im smarter than him and i also love all these topics

"DIE EARLY I DONT CARE"

hfjgj hes just wow'ed by the possibilities open to us huh... hes also totally stuck at step 1 bc chat is so so miserably stupid

well. having muscles and spending the energy to move around helps regulate our system. its like when you go onto space and 0 gravity ..

i mean yeah you can drug yourself with endorphins too. is that as valid a way to live as any?

why do we need all this? it CAN be made but there are so many more things to consider than just innovation innovation innovation fast fast fast. a genuine question to consider is, when does convenience start cutting out things that can't be calculated? but yknow what AI struggling with soft sciences is like the whole big question right now so im gonna move on

"METEORITES"

that seems so painful to have to crack open meteorites to fulfill future water demands. why cant we just maintain the cycles instead? i mean like yeah i can think "ai does the math automated controlled detonation system" but thats doing too much. i'd just occams razor that bitch. earth has its own system why do we have to make our own less efficient system other than just to just be able to say we did it. like its cool but inefficient you might as well program your grocery delivery bot to perform a musical number before it lets you touch your food. its dumb

climate change fixing, actually i was on tiktok and someone made a video about how they fixed the acid rain from the 60s i think. which was deincentivizing companies by putting a cap on pollution levels, giving them buyable passes, allowing them to buy them from Each Other, and then making it more monetarily profitable to invest in green energy and sell off their pollution passes. like. thats FUNNY. and that WORKED.

trueeee change and development takes time but it also takes money. time for the people below, money for the people above 🤓🥸

i personally want horses to come back.

like yas i hate gas cars

bring back the horse

its true that prices lower as tech gets less and less expensive to make and mass produced, all ethics on THAT topic aside, but this makes me think of going to the store and seeing massive, beautiful tvs that would have been thousands in 2010, selling for 400 just sitting on the floor. the opulence of this fucking era occasionally hits me when im in a grocery store surrounded by food just sitting there...

empathy huh.. off topic tangent, but i'm a firm believer in that hereditary inherited trauma/genetic memories, i completely believe thats an actual thing, and when i have to think about humanity i think about how we're all beings made up of layers upon layers of ideas that Worked. if it didnt Work we would not have Been here. thats how evolution works, yeah? if we were to program a robot to feel empathy and to have consciousness, would we follow that same process to have it generate its humanity? how else would we create consciousness? or maybe we could follow the octopus format of having multiple computation centers that communicate.. is that any less or any more valid a form of consciousness than anything else ... i wonder what dream would say on these topic. and yet ALL OF THIS is totally moot once ai develop to think faster and bigger than us because i cant

i think ai would have as many limits as humans do. its a hardware vs software situation just like everything else

i wanna be like "living as a robot is just another way to live, chase your happiness" but do i really wanna get into the social when dreams already moved on in the podcast okay

ROBOT REPRODUCTION.. ELIMINATE BABIES ENTIRELY .. though i agree, there's still developing to do even if you could download worldly knowledge and experience directly into a newborn's head.

oh he circled back around to it, but i also really appreciate having the option to do it even if i dont. or to Not do it even if i Do. just on principle. but that's MY view on the world

life purpose and meaning huh ...

i like that dream optimistic, though. its one of the things that makes him matter so much to me.

the people who are causing climate change can be MADE to care, though. it's possible.

well. asking this question to the universe but do we really have to hit rock bottom before anything gets done? why does everything have to be a tragedy? cant we just solve the problem before its the World End? why does it always have to be this way?

i hope dream is enjoying his ice 🥺

i agree. humans are cockroach-like. we really are the biggest threat to ourselves.

disaster events always gets everyones priorities in order. but i really wish it didnt have to be so dire for that to occur. why does this always have to be the case

OH HERE WE GO AGAIN. GHOSTS ARE SCIENCE

THATS THE PROBLEM DREAM BELIEVES IN HEART BUT HE DOESNT BELIEVE IN SPIRIT. "they could. anything's technically possible i dont think my view is the only right view but based on my worldview i dont believe in ghosts because theres no evidence pointing to it whatsoever so i dont have any reason to believe it" YOU'LL SEE. YOU'LL ALL SEE

"so whats up" nothin much man whats up with you

the fucking word hunt sounds im crying

okay post over thanks for reading guys

put me in the ring coach id love to talk with you!!!!!!

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GRAND FINALE!!!

too many flaws pt 2

snipewriter 5H: shes my wife tbh but that object damage is pathetic. slap some multipliers for that!!! boost the ink efficiency too cos even tho the ink management game for it is fun to me it can rly hamper its ability to pressure which is v important for something thats sortof a splatling charger. allow for a third full charge cowards thats only a little better than bamboo anyways!

bloblobber: bloblobber is so goofy and annoying. i actually think it should be reworked a bit, after its blobgs have bounced twice, it should lose its one shot potential (each blob does 24.5). however, once the blobs dissipate, they leave behind a bigger splotch if ink where they died and overall paint is stronger. individual blobs are giod at painting too encourage use of spread shots. also, before first bouns, blobs do 34 damage each (!!) and have no fall off, can cmshres crazy in close quarters and better at fighting! biggest rework but :3

hydra splatling: straight the fuck up!!! decrease its charge time a tiny bit! make the max just as long but make the half charge a bit faster it can feel kinda goofy how long it can take just for a bit of oressure or displacement to undo it all...slight buff to strafe speed and slightly longer range when full charged! better fall off damage and better passive paint too, just to round up some tune ups for it honestly

dapple dualies: my beloveds... ok so first. buff damage. make them even meaner dps machines. 36 on standard fire and 39 on roll fire! cos fuck it B) reduce standard fire rng a little. also dapple dualies get tiny little dodge slides :) for a little more survivability and theyre the last dualie that makes sense to have that to me. redyce its end lag by one frame i deserve this. give it better fall off and increase fire rate in roll mode a little! just nutty object damage machines

reeflux 450: FUCKING. FULLY SPEED AIR CHARGE. NOW!! and buff its range to like og squeezer level and now were onto smthn! tbh i think thats it rly it just needs to be a decent fighter :)

the pits of beelzebub

clash blaster: honestly buff its paint just a little so that its sgots actually paint it a little path. give it really good jumo rng for a blaster cos uh. its so week so its shots r more stable! this may seem unneeded but being able to rely on directs even a little could help clash a lot without pissing off casuals even more. finallt, give it more strafe speed fuck it they wont notice. if it isnt already lightweight make it lightweight, and hell make its blast paint bigger too make it a little supportive, and reduce its endlag even more! v silly v zippy crazy thang but not too crzy

big swig: buff its roll damage to 80! make its min damage for vertical swing 45!! extend the ohko hitbox come on! make it have rlly fast cancellable flicks too with fast roll speed. finally, give its horizontal flick ohko if the body of the roller touchee the player too. this weapon cannot bs good at fighting for the good of everyone, but it atleast deserves a shot!!

goo tuber: oh my poor baby. dont fucking trifle with her make its charge speed two frames faster than splat charger and allow it to charge in ink at jumo charge speed buut it causes a loud gurgling sound and brighter glow that calls a lot of attention to you. also yes i agree w charas idea goo tuber should be able to throw bombs without dropping its charge. also more strafe soeed cos why not its supposed to be mobile

glooga dualies: tbh i think theyre ranked too low here im fucking cracked with these. but admittedly the standard fire is PATHETIC. it should get a slight fire rate boost and less shot spread its bullets should paint a bit more, its standard fire should be raised to do 40 damage and there should be less delay between its roll and its powerful roll shots firing. finally, make its fall off damage better, it ridiculous how a slight arc on my shots will make the turret mode not kill in two shots. also to reduce its vulnerability make its end lag just a little shorter after a roll.

undercover brella: raise max damage to 45! give shield 50 more hp! and my own touch, boost its strafe speed! this weapon needs alot of help tk be good well here it is! make it more zippy more punchy!

splat brella! boost its max damage back to like 90!!! make it more reliable for fucks sake. give its shield an extra 100 hp to account for sll the nutty object shreddage going on non the game now. and increase its range slightly!

tenta brella: boost its damage to make long range shots more consistent and increase shield hp by like 200. reduce its end lag a bit and with better maps....zooweemama

and thats all my ideas. im so tired