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ladyhindsight · 9 months

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So, God definitely exists and Lilith is having her own fashion show whenever she appears. That’s cool. Anyway. It has taken ages to even summon any will power to finish the book, the whole year so far has been personal chaos, but now as the storm has ceased and I had couple days off to just lay down on my sofa to power through this monstrosity, all I am left with is a major what the fuck. Expectations were close to zero and Chain of Thorns still went right under it.

Just minutes before I finally finished Chain of Thorns and I don’t even know what it all was for. The major things holding this story together is everyone’s damn pride and fear of being pitied—obstacles which all of them have to overcome. James and Cordelia are both too proud to be pitied, but narrative-wise there is this perpetual pity party going on. All this ruminating over Things That Never Were and Stuff That Is Forever out of Reach is just whole lot of words for whole lot of nothing, especially when the ending to their relationship is nothing if not predictable. The purple prose doesn’t make me feel anything, doesn’t resonate with me on any level, and I can’t connect to it because in the grand scheme of the story, it is based on false perception created by the unwillingness to be truthful. In the end, all that angst and wondering about the feelings at every turn, it is a waste of time.

Every character is so driven by their self-loathing, seriously bordering on self-pity, and pride that all their motivations blur into the same mess. The unwillingness to be truthful, powered by the pride of each character, is the force for which the plot can even reach the points it wants. Clare truly is a master of creating this endless but absolutely done-to-death emotional circle she just keeps recycling in every trilogy she manages to publish. Writing is the same as ever, dialogue is a pathway to always just tell things, it’s also hand-holding and over-bearing: “It seems the Inquisitor has hurt his right arm.” “He was branded on his arm by Belial.” “So that’s why he was holding it like it hurt!” No shit?! Stop it. On a positive note, I think the series is more emotionally aware and intelligent compared to The Mortal Instruments and even The Infernal Devices, where the emotional awareness only encompassed Clary, Jace, Will, Jem, and Tessa. Not completely without its grievances, but when are these books ever?

The plot served its purpose, I guess. Cordelia becoming a paladin of Lilith served its role in saving James and defeating Belial. Others had their own stories and relationships but were helpful and sometimes integral for the story to progress. It’d be otherwise fine if the book didn’t forget the actual plot for a major part of its duration and exchanged it for useless inter-character dramatics and constant cliffhangers. Additionally, it’s just that the whole Watcher thing (like the Grigori?) was clear from miles away. Whenever Clare introduces a new but a very basic element to the Shadowhunter world THAT SHOULD HAVE EXISTED ALREADY and explains it through a character (this time Cordelia), it’s a dead giveaway. So the tease They wake + the Iron Tombs = waiting two thirds of the book for the characters to catch up with you. The story is so infected with repetitive narrative, drama and self-loathing, pseudo-profound ponderings on love and pride, and I am sick of even thinking about any of it.

Maybe one day I have something else to say about the book in general, but not today. My brain has once again been obliterated. So, as usual, some thoughts and notes and more in-depth grievances:

CORDELIA CARSTAIRS AND JAMES HERONDALE. They come together, because I have no coherent thoughts about James or Cordelia. They were there and did their protagonist duties. Of course there was a love triangle. Blah, blah. I just didn’t like Cordelia in this installment as much as the previous ones. Maybe her pride took so much center stage that her previous kindness and compassion were overshadowed by it and self-righteousness. Her bravery is no longer bravery but same thoughtlessness of every other Clare heroine. James was there, hoorah. No, but seriously. James’ trauma was so in-depth analyzed and told, his feeling of pain and anguish and anger relished in so much that the writing was incapable of coming up with anything new to say instead of regurgitating same things over and over again. Also, Cordelia was constantly aware of James’ bracelet when he wore it, but never mentioned it once he stopped wearing it for good?

THOMAS LIGHTWOOD AND ALASTAIR CARSTAIRS. They worked out, yay. Don’t know why they love each other, but okay. Their romance was a nice and carrying force through some bleak scenes in the book. Alastair becoming more open and comfortable in showing affection was lovely. Turned out great.

ANNA LIGHTWOOD AND ARI BRIDGESTOCK. See the above. Same sentiments. But much like with Thomas and Alastair, most of the development happened in this final instalment and pretty hastily too. And like the above pair, I feel like a lot of the progress came with transforming the characters into unrecognizable version of themselves too quickly. I was happy that Ari was able to connect with her mother again and Flora could flourish (lol) without the stifling presence of her husband, but I also feel like I’ve seen this setting where a bad and homophobic husband and father gets a metaphorical kick to his ass and goes away in order for the life to be better for his family without him.

LUCIE HERONDALE. Lucie was generally great. No hard feelings. It’s a bit contrived that it is precisely the canoodling of Jesse that brings her closer to the dead, but whatever. Love that her weapon of choice is an ax.

MATTHEW FAIRCHILD. Matthew’s story ends on a somber note. While Matthew definitely was not one of my favorite characters, I hoped he could’ve had something more to him than James and Cordelia. His journey to sobriety continues, which was great that it wasn’t over just like that, but the reason for his drinking was such a huge thing that was carried throughout the books, so it was disappointing to see it quickly addressed in the epilogue. Matthew deserved more than a hasty redemption in the end.

CHARLES FAIRCHILD. There are other people that are dying, Charles!! is what I am left with. I am absolutely aghast how Charles’ character was treated. I can’t believe that Clare still managed to write one more let’s push this character out of the closet because it is The Right Thing to Do scenario in her books. Charles has to brave the world and lose what he has to lose because his dreams and aspirations, according to the narrative, are worth nothing because he is more privileged than other people. Charles coming out with his sexuality is set against the choice of standing with or against his family as if there was no other way to solve this but guilt Charles into doing the right thing so he can’t be blackmailed anymore. Nobody cares, your family loves you—then what are the stakes here then, in their homophobic society that time and time again fails to deliver any consequence while existing as this ostracizing boogeyman?

I hoped there was some sort of ploy that Charles intended to execute in order to remove the thorn from his mother’s side and replace the Inquisitor with someone who was more fair and just and capable. At once, when Tessa said that Charles is just misguided, I knew it wouldn’t be because Tessa is never wrong. So all there is this dumb blackmailing plot whose only merit is to have Maurice Bridgestock removed from his position as Inquisitor. It did not serve Charles’ character in any way nor were his story with his family or Matthew in any way concluded.

GRACE BLACKTHORN. While discussing Grace, Christopher says that Grace was just a child when she was forced to act on James. Thomas says it doesn’t matter with anger and fury. Matthew equates Grace’s actions to a murder, as you do. While Will’s actions against Tatiana are in no way comparable to Grace’s, it is strange how Will being twelve is mentioned as if in order to act as an extenuating circumstance, while this doesn’t apply to Grace. It is also weird how everyone else’s torment is mulled over, used as an excuse for some type of behavior, but Grace's abuse and manipulation at the hands of Tatiana and Belial isn’t taken into consideration by anyone else than Jem? Also why did Cordelia get to vanquish Tatiana and not Grace? Grace’s treatment in this book, along with Charles, was just painful.

JESSE BLACKTHORN. Much like James, he is a stale piece of wheat bread. Only thing I have in mind about Jesse is that I found it a bit over the top, out of the little character he had, that he was so angry at Grace so that he left her. Jesse reacted exactly the way I feared Cordelia would react to Alastair. I was hoping for angry but sad and disappointed approach since Jesse knew better than anyone what Grace has lived through. Also, why Jesse (or Grace) wasn’t given time with his uncles who had wanted to get to know him for ages?

CHRISTOPHER LIGHTWOOD. My sweet cheese, my goodtime boy. Characters Clare writes most often only know the strongest of emotions. They always react with anger, defensiveness, and passion; by shouting, by self-righteous fury, by everything that is so exhausting to always read. Most of the characters are that, and am I so happy how Clare stayed true to Christopher’s temperate and serene nature, even when his cousin/best friend has been greatly wronged. And when everyone was so angry at Grace, Christopher was the only one to see reason. So, WHY THE FUCK HE DIED? No one, but most of all Cordelia herself never acknowledge that Kit died protecting her.

The “false” family tree lead the story on how Kit and Grace would probably become a couple, and would’ve made sense since they bonded over science and their minds were alike while they were so unalike in other ways, but boom. Kit dies, and Grace is left to figure out the fire messages on her own, because otherwise there wouldn’t be that obstacle of not being able to reach the Shadowhunters in Idris. Kit died for a shock value and so that a measly little plot point could work. Also great how the Lightwoods always have their children killed?? We never even see Gabriel and Cecily mourning?? Eugenia was weirdly chipper after just losing another one of her family members?? All these pages dedicated to romance bullshit that will solve itself but not for this.

TATIANA BLACKTHORN. Tatiana is a fiend, a terrible demon-worshipping, toddler-kidnapping fiend, but also a cartoonish one at that. It’s just overdone. She was made uglier and uglier, the machinator of evil things, and then she died. Voilà. There is one narrative aspect that was weird though. The Herondales and the Lightwoods insist on having tried their all to help Tatiana who always refused, but when Jesse confronts his mother, he says:

“I have come to know them by now. There is truth much harsher. One I think you know. They have not tried to ruin you over all these years. They have not plotted your downfall. They have barely even thought of you at all.”

Sick burn, but which is it? Adamantly trying to help her or not thinking about her at all?

MAURICE BRIDGESTOCK. A cartoon character with a cartoon ending. A homophobe bigot who got what he deserved, but a cartoonish character still. He was jealous of the Herondales and thus was an antagonist. Why is everyone obsessed with the Herondales in every damn book?

ESME HARDCASTLE. Esme was shoved in there in order to explain the “found family tree”, which at some point, I have no doubt, was how things were supposed to be, until Clare had more ideas for the Edwardian kids. No other characters in whole of TSC have gone through so many changes as these characters have. And as such, to keep the predictability at minimum—which isn’t a lot—the old family tree is made up by Esme, so Clare can spin this tale why it wasn’t accurate. Grace didn’t marry Christopher, Alastair didn’t have children (probably?). Then Clare had all these surprise babies coming because the way she chose to end the story for the Edwardian kids would mean no Emma, no Clary as we know them. So new Carstairs baby, new Fairchild twins.

i. The beginning of the prologue is over-saturated with flowery prose and similes that the narrative gets buried underneath.

ii. James is worried about Lucie, but more importantly needs to find her so he can go back to worrying about Cordelia and Matthew.

iii. The whole series has been a barrage of period typical social etiquette and decorum fed to you with a spoon. Even The Infernal Devices wasn’t this intent on it. Men did not usually accompany even wives or sisters into a dressmakers shop. What do you care about mundane decorum, you are Shadowhunters! Have some etiquette of your own.

iv. “…one of the modistes attacked the closures at the back of Cordelia’s dress without requiring any instruction—clearly she had done this before—and pushed and pulled at Cordelia as if she was a stuffed mannequin.” CcLeEaRrLy. You just told she didn’t need instruction, the rest is rather obvious. And I hope she knew what she was doing, she works there!!

v. Then there is this ridiculously complicated sentence: “Madame Beausoleil, who kept her salon on the Rue de la Paix, where the most famous dressmakers in the world—the House of Worth, Jeanne Paquin—were situated, was, according to Matthew, well acquainted with the Shadow World.” Like, what. Honey. Darling. “Madame Beausoleil kept her salon on the Rue de la Paix, where the most famous dressmakers in the world—the House of Worth, Jeanne Paquin—were situated. She was, according to Matthew, well acquainted with the Shadow World.” Or does that info about the location have to be there at all? Surely there were plenty other paragraphs where you could’ve stuffed that.

vi. Apparently this, apparently that, apparently everything! Whenever Clare uses such a word, it is a sign that she is unnecessarily feeling the need to justify why she is giving some particular piece of information or why a character is making an observation they could realistically make.

vii. Cordelia’s savings to pay Matthew for the dresses? What savings? From what and where?

viii. There are so many parentheses explaining things

ix. There is not a one scene in Paris where Cordelia doesn’t think how other people might see her and Matthew as a couple. Every time, which is in basically every scene they have in public, someone watches them and admires them and their “young love.”

x. “I have never heard anyone sound as if they were in such pain. Jamie, you must talk to us.” Yes, no one has ever been in greater pain than James Herondale, and that has the stamp of approval of Will Herondale so it really means something.

xi. a lot of the gray is gunmetal gray

xii. Having Tatiana comment on Jem’s appearance as Silent Brother and call it privilege for knowing the Lightwoods and Herondales doesn’t take away the fact that it is awfully convenient that Jem isn’t bald or his face isn’t sown shut. Though I get the intent behind this was to elicit such reaction as how awful of Tatiana! She doesn’t know anything Jem has suffered! It was not his choice! and the like. Blah.

xiii. What is it with these YA books in which waiters always give the characters their unsolicited opinions on people’s orders?

xiv. I assume Madame Dorothea of Brooklyn named herself after this famed Madame Dorothea of Paris. Why didn’t Malcolm go to her about Annabelle? I don’t remember if there ever was a mention of it.

xv. When Lucie tells the truth about Jesse and her powers to Magnus and Will, the PoV changes from James to Lucie with no indication of PoV change:

xvi. “James thought of the box of matches in his pocket, each one a sort of signal light that, when struck, summoned Jem to his side. He did not know how the magic worked, nor did he think Jem would tell him even if asked.” Just leave this part out, readers will think it’s just magic and that’s it. Now this just sounds that you couldn’t bother to think about it and just tried to explain possible scrutiny away. This instead just points more to the fact that you have no clue how the magic in your world works.

xvii. “James returned to the house, crawling into bed with his coat still on.” James can’t return to the house and crawl into his bed at the same time.

xviii. Take a shot every time the same steel and temper as Joyeuse and Durendal is said in TSC

xix. It’s annoying how Matthew speaks so lowly of Charles wanting to keep Alastair a secret when their own society supposedly sucks ass and enables shame and discrimination

xx. Cordelia only accepts Matthew’s affections once she thinks she has truly lost James. Why did she want to kiss Matthew if she didn’t even fancy him? She just selfishly used him and his love to forget her own mistakes, which I didn’t like about her at all. But that of course just fed into the love triangle that Clare is so insistent on writing in each one of her series, and the end couple is always obvious.

xxi. “…and James could remember, painfully, what kissing Cordelia was like, hotter and better than any fire.” I don’t think being burned by fire is good?

xxii. It’s torturous—and not in the good giddy way—how Clare finds even the tiniest excuse to prolong James and Cordelia finally getting together. “I should tell her the truth but Cordelia looked so happy with Matthew, so I didn’t.” Good grief.

xxiii. “Pity and kindness were not love. Only free choice was love; if he had learned nothing else from the horror of the bracelet, he had learned that.” Only a free choice to those who are free to love and go for that love and their dreams without having to make a choice between either. So fuck that.

xxiv. Ari didn’t bring any clothes with her when she left her parents. “She’d have to buy new things.” WITH WHAT MONEY? FROM WHERE? HER “STIPENDS” WENT TO LIVING EXPENSES! EXPLAAAIN

xxv. “At the breakfast table sat Anna’s brother Christopher, and, of all people, Eugenia Lightwood.” Yes, out of all the people in this world that is sitting at the table is Anna’s cousin. Truly odd.

xxvi. “The Institute is the safest place in London when it comes to demons; if he did somehow attack, the whole Enclave would retreat here as a matter of policy.” Not when it comes to the Jack the Ripper one in The Whitechapel Fiend.

xxvi. Will discusses Tatiana’s vengeance for being wronged: “Will sighed. “That was me. I read her diary out loud at a Christmas party, long ago. I was twelve. And I was quite severely punished, so in fact, the Enclave was on her side.”’ No, he wasn’t. And the whole Enclave punished Will? Please. There was no culpability, no apology, and no admission of guilt. And he also broke Gabriel’s arm. This is an attempt afterwards to alleviate the guilt on Will’s end when it comes to Tatiana’s madness. More realistic approach, less let’s-make-Will-more-shiny-and-not-at-all-a-participant-in-Tatiana’s-insanity would be something like: “That was me. I read her diary out loud at a Christmas party, long ago. I was twelve, but that’s on me.” And they would’ve gone on that it didn’t matter because in grand scheme of things it was such a miniscule thing.

xxvii. Take a shot every time the writing tries to stealthily prop up Will and Tessa as good and kind. Clare is really adamant at making the Herondales victims at every turn.

xxviii. “Benedict Lightwood brought down vileness upon his family, and Tatiana could not accept either his culpability or her own.” True, yet funny how the same does not apply to the ones who are on the right side of things. Accepting culpability on all that…

xxix. “He thrust the hand at James, who slashed an iratze across Matthew’s palm, followed by two Energy runes. He would not normally give Matthew, or anyone, more than one, but they would act as knives, cutting through any fog in Matthew’s brain.” One very profound problem (which I will bring up with TMI in time) is that this excerpt reveals that Clare thinks we know how runes work, when she has in actuality laid no groundwork for it. Is there a limit how many runes one can bear at once? What are the adverse effects of too many energy runes? What if you use iratze when you don’t need one? Are there runes that, when used at the same time, might hinder the effect of one another?

xxx. Take a shot every time a character narrates other characters on how much they have changed.

xxxi. “Now, Thomas has lost a sister and a friend as close as his brother, all in one year.” Weird way to say a cousin. You surely mean his cousin as close as his brother??

xxxii. “Grace said, not unkindly, “I’ve come to know Lucie quite well, you know, the last months. She was probably as close to a friend as I ever had.”’ Christopher was her friend, hellooo???

xxxiii. There seems to be a theme that whenever things are getting hot and heavy, something abrupt happens and interrupts the scene. Not that I am complaining, interrupt that awkward shit.

xxxiv. The bodies of the Iron Sisters and Silent Brothers don’t decay, but so what? Everyone else gets burned after dying, why not them also? Are they not inflammable? Also, what a great opportunity to mention Abigail Shadowhunter and David the Silent, but did we just once again wave at that opportunity as it passed by? Yes, we did.

xxxv. “Alastair waved his hand. “Yes, yes. It has been Roman and Saxon and now it will be demon. It has survived plague and pestilence and fire—”’ Best quote.

xxxvi. “It is easy to confuse monstrousness and power,” said Cordelia. “Especially when one is a woman, as one is not supposed to possess either quality.” Again, a weird fucking take for people whose numbers are dwindling and need all the fighting power they can get and half of that power are women

xxxvii. “he had been sure, somehow, that Cordelia would come after him, would find a way. And it did not surprise him at all that Lucie had not left her side.” James sure has faith in his sister to rescue him in dire need. No, Lucie came because Cordelia came. Whatever, what do I care.

What, in the end, was the true purpose of this trilogy? What merit is to it that it exists? How has The Wicked Powers become richer for having The Last Hours precede it? It’s actually devastating how inconsequential all of this is. The true Belial has been vanquished, but another demon has taken his place as Belial. Is this new Belial even a fallen angel or just some demon? Because otherwise he is not like the rest of the Princes at all. I would’ve hoped that at least one thing, like Emma getting to finish Belial with Cortana, would’ve given this trilogy even a little bit more purpose. 700+ pages and all is still left rather unfinished. Nothing at least feels concluded other than James and Cordelia’s love for each other being stronger than a Prince of Hell is capable of breaking. Blergh.

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#Cordelia Carstairs #James Herondale #Matthew Failchild #Thomas Lightwood #Christopher Lightwood #Alastair Carstairs #Anna Lightwood #Charles Fairchild #Grace Blackthorn #Jesse Blackthorn #Lucie Herondale #Chain of Thorns #The Last Hours #Anti CC #Anti Cassandra Clare

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sinning-23 · 7 months

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Save a Horse (Jean Kirschtein x Reader)

Jean Kirschtein x Reader

Kinktober

Prompt/Warnings: Stripping/StripTease, p in v, spanking, orgasm denial. This is obviously a NSFW considering it's a kinktober-based prompt. 18+ Minors skidaddel.

Notes: yes yes I know I’m behind! But I turned 20 on Friday lol and uhhhh I’ve been busy lol oh and my dog died on Saturday

so…. Anyway enjoy!

Oh this is also season 4 jean

You scoff at the feeling of the shirt fabric clinging to your skin. The sun is high in the sky, baby hairs sticking to your face. This is that ASSface Jean’s fault. There’s no reason he had to sweet you into this goddamn mess that he was in! The menace is not far behind, collar loose and shirt unbuttoned.

“You’re seriously not gonna wait up for me?” He scoffs making you whip around with an equal scowl.

“No! You big bitch! I didn’t even wanna be out here and you got me caught up!” You yell, speed walking to the stables.

Jean is close behind, yanking you by your belt loops with a frown. It was false though, the true intention was hidden behind those stupid light brown hues.

“You know I love when you talk mean to me. But don’t you think calling me a bitch is too far?” He asks. Large hands firm at your waist.

It was, but you were just upset. You never wanted to be out in this goddamned head and if he never started an argument with the captain and dragged you into it you wouldn’t be here! But part of you loved the idea of being alone with him, working together, moving barrels of hay, and taking sips from the same water flask. The thought and feeling of an indirect kiss tingling your lips.

“It was mean. I’m just upset because it’s hot as hell and-,”

“Then strip.” He chuckles, taking his hat off his head and placing it on top of your own. Your breath hitches.

Strip?! STRIP?! I mean, this was a dream come true, but holy hell you are unprepared. And the hat?! He is quick to pop each button on his open, skin shiny and wet with sweat. He looks up at you with a smile.

“Go on.” He instructs, leaning against one of the stalls to watch you undress.

“I know you’re so pretty under there sweetheart. Let me see you. Besides it’s hot and I know you wanna cool off. Even though this is doing the opposite for you.” Jean states only slightly licking his lips.

You swallow hard, undying your shirt, popping each button as he groans at the sight. You can feel your heart pound, heat continuing to rise throughout your body. You slide the shirt off, the bra just barely pushing your boobs up and out, the fabric moist from how much you’d been sweating.

“Bet you feel cooler already huh pretty girl?” Jean questions, approaching you and placing his hands on your hips while he kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach.

He’s on his knees now, hands moved from your hips to the tops of your thighs. He looks up, almost begging for your pants to go. He undoes the button first, then slowly unzips them, pressing a kiss just a little below your belly button. He takes his time pulling your jeans down letting them pool at your ankles before gently lifting them so you could stop out of the fabric.

"Turn." He demands, hands running up the plush of your ass, a loud smack damn near echoing throughout the stables and your yelp from the impact, a sting soon begins soothed by him.

"Now before I do anything else, pretty girl, do I have permission? Even though it won't help you cool off much." He asks, his from pressed deliciously against your back. You can feel him poking you.

"Yes. Please." You exhale, feeling him slide his fingers under your panties and only slightly pulling them to the side. Hes just barely about to enter you, and your pussy if practically drooling, th sound of your wetness seeming to echo along with another smack against your already sensitive ass.

"F-Fuck Jean can you-" He comes down hard again, cutting you off as you cry out, the line between pleasure and pain blurring when he slips into you, each stroke calculated.

"For someone to call me a bitch, you sure do sound like one in heat now don't you pretty girl?" He teases, slamming back into you at a brutal pace, your body jolting against the stable door, making it creak.

You can't help but moan, tears filling your eyes when he comes down again, the harsh smack makes you almost scream. but he's gentle after, massaging the obvious print of his hand.

You can feel it now, your body feeling hotter by the second. You'd unwind any minute now, feeling Jean snap his hips back into you, his hand reaching around your throat.

"I can feel you squeezing down on me honey, and I'm not gonna let you." He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek and giving you one last slap before pulling out completely, your orgasm ruined by the sudden lack of stimulation.

Yeah...hes definetly a bitch.

A big one at that.

#jean x reader #jean aot #aot #aot x reader #attackontitan #attack on titian #kean kirstein x reader #kinktober #smut #aot smut #aot season 4 #kinktober prompt

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fallout (2024)

WARNING: i did not finish this. i didn't want to finish this. do not read or watch if you like happy stories. do not read or watch if you like the darkness in the fallout games. this show is dark in gruesome, permanently damaging ways. fuck this. the show may fucking nail the aesthetic of fallout, it doesn't get the vibe of fallout. fallout is set in a serious world where video game characters go through a video game plots in a world that's also often goofy. an equivalence would be if the mario movie had a serious burial of Luigi half way through and he just stayed dead. a clear sign that it doesn't get it.

trigger warning: gore, dismemberment of the living and dead. the dog dies.

as a big fan of fallout 4, even fallout 76, and a letsplay of Fnv this is very hype. and the references they are putting in straight is so cool to see. and damn, that's how you start a fallout. and now jus the references, seriously the vault hallways looks straight up lifted from fallout 4 (with high definition mods)

a vault having connections with a different vault? so that either is a process of kicking people the fuck out, or the evil experiment from vault tech... probably both. also love that they don't avoid the fucked up lore that really makes fallout fallout.

oh yea, this is how you start a fallout part 2, the personal angle. kind of bummed that she doesn't start with the classic bulky 10mm. and of course there's something about the protaganists family, because this is bethesda fallout (not derogatively, just perfect adaptation)

me, out loud: "ohhh, that's the pridwin, that's so cool" if you get me to talk out loud you did good. petty power politics? how very fallout of you. "i'm bringing him home". i'm very sorry but that's not how fallout works.

also loves that bethesda continues with inclusivity. Dane is nonbinary, played by a trans actor. it's so small, it plays no role (at least i find it HIGHLY unlikely that it will. nb people are just part of reality, and so they are now (finally) entering media.

the fucking junk jet made it in?

just "the ghoul". i wonder if we'll get more info on what ghouls are. i mean i know. i've probably heard more false things then there's true stuff about ghouls to know. but if you're new to fallout i think the vault is relatively obvious, and the brotherhood is pretty well explained. but the concept of a ghoul? practivally nothing outside of them being scary, can go "feral", and are weird. but it is only the first episode.

it wouldn't be fallout without skeletons in strange positions and/or environmental story telling. did they use fallout sound effects for the weird man drinking water? it may not be but that is diamond city. at least based of it. it looks so fallout that i can't even remember which of the places i've had a shootout in it reminds me of, it's too many.

not a fan of living gore. like fallout game gore is fine. shooting limbs of completely mindless things? fine. but not on a person, espcially not one that's then crudely taken care of. i'm way too terrified of something happening to me, it tends to roam in my mind anyways, even more so now that i've a reason to give a shit about my body, so the dismemberment of the living... ew, please, no more. at least it doesn't stick around too long (in which case why? just to be gross?)

"cyanide was the most humane product vault tech ever made"... accurate yet horrifying.

oh... so that's who the ghoul is. and that, well it'll create drama, and i'm curious how close it's to the story of nuka break. haven't seen that show in too long.

me, out loud, after wondering what that monster was "oh of course it was a gulper. wait, no, those are east coast, this was west coast." not really a plothole, monsters from one side often make their way to the other. harder for a water based creature. unless the same thing evolved twice.

oh, those eyes weren't just more human then expect. that thing was human... once.

the golden rule is severely lacking. don't do onto others as you'd have them to onto you. if i was into bondage and often horney how do you think it'd treat people if the golden rule was. a good rule is "treat others how they want to be treated" or "treat others how you can reasonably expect they want to be treated". the golden rule of the wasteland is pretty accurate though: "thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time". this rule is, in fact, recursive.

of course the waterchip is broken. this is fallout after all.

ok, no, i'm done. no dismemberment of main characters. fuck you. even if she does get it back. i'm done.

#fallout #fallout tv series #fallout show #fallout amazon

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adelheidvonschicksal · 2 years

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hello :) I don't usually request things but I figured this time I will jajaja- I've had this idea for a while but I wanted to find someone good to do it so I picked you. I had an idea for Denki smut... specifically during a camping trip. Like it's just us and then lil horny boy wants some action ykwim? maybe like by a campfire or while skinny dipping,,,, idk if you take requests like this but thanks for reading anyways lol

Pairing: Kaminari x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: 3rd base smut; vanilla; skinny dipping

Summary: You and Kaminari leave your friend group to go skinny dipping.

Notes: You guys be trying to butter me up I swear, and it works :P I hope you like it! Thanks for choosing me <3

“We should probably head back, yeah? It’s getting pretty dark.”

You laugh, light and honeyed, breaking the rustling of the thickets that annoyingly pull and snag at his pants leg. “I didn’t think you would be scared of the dark.”

“Of course not! But what if a bear sneaks up on us or something?” he comments, slapping away a mosquito from his face. Each bite makes him question why he agreed to stray away from camp with you but then you look at him from over your shoulder with pretty lustrous eyes, and your lips compress into a cute pout.

“That’s exactly why I asked you to come with me. You wouldn’t leave me all alone in the big, scary woods by myself, would you?”

“Like I’d ever leave a lady on her own,” he states with false bravado.

“My hero.”

As you continue to pace ahead of him, Kaminari finally recalls why he followed you out here as your hips swing with your stride, and the little jean shorts you wore ride up to the crease of your ass and squeeze into your upper thighs, which makes it hard to listen to the right head whenever you make a request.

Eventually, you lead him into a large clearing with a lake in the middle, the one that was the reason for your friend group to come to this specific camping location. It becomes clear to him that your goal was to head for a late-night swim all along as you walk out to the start of the boating dock leading partway out into the water.

“Let’s go swimming.”

“Ah, I didn’t bring my swim clothes with me,” he answers meekly.

“Neither did I.” It’s the smirk on your face that makes him feel hot when you begin to pull your t-shirt over your head, and once it drops to the ground, you move to your jeans. Kaminari blushes, a rough swallow sticking in his throat as you strip yourself stark naked in front of him. Noticing his hesitation, you giggle. “Come on. It’ll be fun,” you say, no shred of insecurity running through you, because why should you be when he’s soaking in your bare breasts and legs, wishing he only had more than the moon casting light for a better look.

You run across the small dock and jump in without even so much as gasp as you leave him to shake away his stun.

“Okay, keep it cool. Keep it cool,” Kaminari mutters to himself, wiggling his fingers to work out the nervousness and overexcitement building in him. He starts with his shirt, easy to go, and he’s pretty confident in his build. He wasn’t the most muscular guy in class, but he thinks he has more than enough to show off to you when it comes to his upper body. It isn’t until he reaches for his drawstring that he catches you still waiting and watching.

“Hurry up,” you tease, and he senses his ears warming from your steady gaze on him as he kicks off his pants.

“Damn. Can’t a man get a little privacy?”

“Well, excuse me!” You cover your eyes to give him a mock-up of privacy out here in the open for anyone to stumble upon. It definitely helps to calm him down, and you laugh as he cannonballs into the water.

“Hey,” you grumble. You catch your revenge with a heavy splash over his face. It causes him to suck in and spit out lake water with a short “blegh”, which only causes you to laugh as he runs his tongue over his teeth to rid himself of the taste.

“Your turn,” he spats back, and you quickly start to swim back from him.

“Let’s talk this out,” you suggest, screaming when he splashes you back, and you try to get out of distance.

“Get back here.”

And the night continues with the two of you enjoying your time in the water until you’re soaked through, hair clinging to your face and your breath huffing out white as the night drags on.

“Getting cold?” Kaminari asks.

And you nod. “Why don’t you come warm me up?” you request, and like always, he finds it hard to resist when you ask in that sultry voice, eyes beckoning him closer.

And when his arms are around your waist, your eyes locked on his, he can’t stop his mind from running, demanding to kiss you, and you beat him to the action by asking, “Aren’t you going to kiss me already?”

Your boldness has him blushing, a bit too dazed to speak as you wrap your arms around him and press your wet bodies together. He definitely can’t complain about following you out here now with your lips settled against his in a sloppy symphony. Your tongue slides against his lips, making each kiss smack and slide.

He hopes you don’t find how hard he gets so fast funny, especially when you pull away and slowly drag your thumb across his bottom lip to wipe away your spit.

You continued to tread close, keeping your arms around him as he slowly and cautiously wrapped his around your waist and pulled your chilled body close to share his heat with you. When you lean in again, he gently interrupts, “Let me do it this time.”

You moan into his mouth, accepting his tongue with eagerness, and sucking to show it. Your hands tangle into wet blonde hair that knots around your fingers, and you can’t help but smile at the groan it gets from the boy with you.

One of his hands falls to gently part your legs and stroke your pussy, and you can feel your stomach knotting as his fingers ghost over your slit and tease you with solid strokes until your mewling breath is being captured into his mouth.

You break away with a gasp as he begins to pump his fingers into you. “You’re full of surprises, huh,” you say, sucking in a moan as his fingers curl inside you. You hold onto his shoulders to keep afloat, and it’s with a chuckle that he licks your shoulder, this once not minding the taste of the lake water that douses your tempting skin.

“I got plenty more if you want, babe,” he confidently adds, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at his joking nature, which isn’t difficult when he’s pressing all your pressure points and running slick fingers knuckle deep into you until your cum begins to mix into the lake.

“Denki,” you mouth out, wanting to return the favor. You squeeze your hand around his cock while keeping the other steady to his shoulder. You didn’t expect him to be this hard already, and it excites you to know you have this sort of effect on him as you press his cock up toward his stomach and rub his throbbing sex. Even in the chilly water, you can feel how hot and ready it is with each stroke.

His fingers dig into your side, gripping tightly with each squeeze and stroke, and he’s so surprisingly sensitive that you can feel it affecting you as well, enticing you further.

Kaminari whines and tilts his head up. “Cl-Close, god, I’m so close,” he whimpers, eyes repeatedly fluttering. But you offered no quarter, choosing to pick up your pace until you sense the warm stream of his arousal pouring out.

You’re both left relaxed, peaceful, and cleansed as you tread in the water together, completely blissful, and oblivious to the world around you.

“We should probably head back,” he suggests, his arms still tightly slung around your waist. You’re too busy still enjoying the night and the heat radiating from him to head back to camp so soon.

“Let’s stay out here a few more minutes,” you suggest; and as always, he has a tough time saying no to you.

#denki x reader #kaminari x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #denki kaminari x reader #notsfw #female reader #adelssmut

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brendathedoodler · 1 year

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I saw the tags that mention AS Four and Shadow are a canon couple SO please can I see what you're thinking? Honestly, the more headcanons and stuff that I hear for this AU, the more excited I get about it ^u^

And I'm not just saying that cuz Four is my blorbo, I promise

Thank you!! Tbh Four is one of my favorites so I’m always eager to talk about him

I may or may not have paired my fav Zelda game with my fav character

The romance starts, unsurprisingly, with Vio and Shadow.

The two were already close before this and had begun to banter with one another regularly. Now, though, they were together, taking over the Yiga clan.

It went back and forth, their usual banter as Shadow joked and teased about their plans (or their false plans, anyway, for fear of any ninjas that may be listening in). Vio responded in his usual deadpan tone, often rolling his eyes with a small smile on his face.

Shadow rested on the throne, Vio sitting on the armrest. With how small the two were, Vio had eventually shifted to sitting right next to him. He wasn’t entirely paying attention, and eventually ended up on Shadow’s lap.

They kissed there on the throne of the Yiga clan, illuminated only by the light of the nearby torches.

A few days later and the entire scheme collapsed (but so did the Yiga base). They continued on. The moment Vio and Shadow shared went unmentioned, but both were thinking of it often.

The group decided that they needed to more practice as Four. Their break was over, and after the near defeat with Vah Ruto, they’d need to prepare before facing Vah Naboris. They agreed to do some shrines.

The first issue came when they arrived at the shrine deep in the desert next to the fairy fountain. They planned to awaken her, but Red admitted that he’d spent all their money on arrows. This infuriated Green because Red had sold the molduga parts he’d been farming for the past few days to get the money for arrows. They were now broke. To top it off, Blue revealed that he’d scammed some sucker out of his sand boots, but then dyed the sand boots blue. The other three, being stubbornly unwilling to wear something that wasn’t dyed their own color, got mad at him for it.

After a few minutes to cool off, they all agreed to combine and just do the damn shrine anyway. The thing with combining is that none of them have any true privacy; whatever memories one of them has during their time split will be immediately shared with the others.

The fact that they were all already frustrated combined with the fact that neither Vio nor Shadow had told anyone else about the fact that they’d kissed caused them all to immediately split and start arguing.

Blue accused Shadow of playing favorites, Green was mad because keeping secrets like that wouldn’t help them when they were trying to be more of a unit, and Red felt betrayed that Vio hadn’t said anything to the rest of them. It didn’t help that they were all hellishly jealous because they also wanted what Vio and Shadow had. The entire thing was a mess.

Needless to say, Vio and Shadow were left alone there, unable to actually do the shrine because they needed to be whole (and Shadow couldn’t go in the shrine anyway).

Now, Shadow adores all of them and really didn’t mean to play favorites. He def needs to give them some space before trying to prove that, though.

Vio, meanwhile, is bad with feelings and tries to logic his way through an apology (to which Shadow just says “lmao good luck with that”).

Anyway, Shadow goes and has a moment with each of them, though it’s less romantic and more just trying to make up and connect with each of them (he’ll have a particular romantic moment with each of them eventually but this isn’t it).

Vio also goes around and gets everyone some “sorry for keeping secrets from you” gifts. For Green he gets the exact amount of rupees that Red ‘stole’ from him (they have a shared inventory but Green is still mad about the molduga parts Red sold), for Blue he got a bunch of Yiga weaponry but put the effort in to make the handles blue instead of red, and he went and commissioned some custom jewelry from Isha for Red.

At least now that everyone was less pissed, they finally regrouped and started doing some shrines. Tbh sorting out that disagreement really did help with their overall cooperation as Four.

Eventually they faced Vah Naboris, and that battle was the first time Four truly felt like a single person since he woke up. The feeling didn’t last, but it had been nice.

Anyway, more about the romance! Each of the colors has their own particular moment with Shadow, and then Four too. Though, after the incident before, he’s making an effort to spend more time with each of them instead of just Vio.

Green and Shadow kissed on the back of a crumbling Talus they fought together. It wasn’t their smartest idea, seeing as the thing was crumbling under their feet. The entire fight had been exhilarating, and the adrenaline running high when Green had grabbed Shadow’s tunic to initiate. When the Talus dissipated Green broke his leg falling, but it had absolutely been worth it (two health potions later and he and his leg were fine).

Red and Shadow kissed doing something more domestic. They’d been cooking together, whipping up some magic foods in preparation for hiking up the frosty mountains. The others had gone off to do who knows what, and Red and Shadow remained, flipping through a cookbook and filling Red’s slate with delicious meals for the road. There had been plenty of cuddling, teasing, and messing around. The kiss was a simple peck on Shadow’s cheek to thank him for helping out, but nonetheless Red’s face matched his name by the time the others returned.

Blue and Shadow kissed as they explored together. Shadow loves banter, and Blue is so easy to get a rise out of (and maybe he was playing it up for comedic effect). It just went back and forth as the two travelled, on the search for shrines (or any little thing they might stumble across). They kissed after a rather typical exchange. Shadow was being a pest, Blue told him to shut up, and Shadow responded with "make me”. What else was Blue supposed to do? Not kiss him? Ridiculous.

One last scene I have in mind is when Four unlocks the Master Cycle Zero. Shadow sitting just behind Four, arms wrapped around his torso to keep on. The wind in their hair as they drive across Hyrule Field in ancient technology that they don't fully understand, whooping and hollering with joy.

#nowadays Shadow doesn’t have a whole lot of energy so he hangs out in Four’s shadow #the fact that he’s not dead after the Calamity’s defeat is a bonus even if he isn’t as acitve anymore #linked universe #lu adventure swap au #lu four #lu shadow #lu green #lu red #lu blue #lu vio #idk what the ship name for four and shadow is lol

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kae-karo · 2 years

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Now the revelations from the letters, what is your take on that night between Diluc and Kaeya? Did it change anything? Like it’s so good to me to see that they had letters this entire time and It’s fun to think of other interactions they had or etc! Especially with his eye and Diluc’s response to it

HEY HI HELLO ANON DEAR ahhhhhhhh what a GREAT question i feel like i haven't had the chance to ramble about the letters yet lmaoooo. adding a break cause DAMN this got long lmao

first and foremost, the biggest change for my perception of what happened that night is that diluc actually hit kaeya - to be totally honest, up til this point, i actually assumed diluc didn't hit kaeya? based on his vision story, he says "But as the two crossed blades, Kaeya was overcome by the sensation of great elemental power surging through him." (and then he got his vision) (x), which, for me, implied that the vision appeared and stopped diluc's blade from doing any damage? not that it was ever explicitly stated, but that was just how i interpreted that bit of lore! so it did actually surprise me that diluc not only swung at him but swung at his fACE? lsdkfjkdsf diluc really went no holds barred on kaeya lmao

i think the other part that surprised me had more to do with the manga, which led to some false beliefs about kaeya's eyepatch (i feel like this was very eye-opening, pun intended, about how i regard the manga lmao) namely, that kaeya did not have an eyepatch prior to their fight!! and ofc that kaeya's eye is perfectly normal apart from, supposedly, a scar. which begs the question of why it's so important for him to hide it, apart from hyv being like "this is a cool look let's make him look like this all the time" lmao

honestly, my overall take on what happened that night hasn't changed in a super vague sense, though - diluc, overwhelmed and upset from losing his father and suddenly being faced with the fact that his closest friend was placed in mond as a spy for a foreign land, acted brashly and out of pain, and attacked kaeya. kaeya expected and understood diluc's anger, but chose to face diluc as his true self regardless, which is what earned him his vision

from there, they parted ways, though kaeya obviously never stopped worrying over diluc, keeping him updated, etc. and diluc, in spite of his best efforts to pretend he didn't care, still responded twice to kaeya's letters - after his fourth message and again after his ninth (as far as i can tell) - which is just kind of adorable. even when they might have plenty of chances to speak in person, they send each other letters lmao (diluc presumably returned sometime between kaeya's 5th and 6th letters)

ANYWAY i'm getting off track lmao - i don't know that i can extrapolate much canon-wise about diluc's opinions with regards to the damage he did to kaeya's eye, he's clearly very tight-lipped on the matter but i do wonder how he found out prior to his return - i don't believe anyone else mentioned (in the letters diluc kept) that kaeya's eye wasn't blinded in the attack. diluc also says "i suggest you stop mentioning eyes in your letters", which is strange, because of the letters he kept, only the one immediately prior to diluc's response mentions eyes?

whiiiiiiiiiiiiiich begs the question of whether or not other letters existed, and if so, why diluc didn't keep them. or, better yet, why he did keep the ones he did lmao. the ones with "you don't have to reply" and "leave at night, too, so things won't be too saddening. take care" and various proofs of kaeya's efforts to help diluc in whatever ways he's able - really, every letter diluc kept is some proof of his assistance to diluc. i wonder why he'd find those particular qualities of a letter so meaningful :)

as for what kaeya kept - well, again, no proof that these are the only two letters, but the first is the one in which diluc mentions that he knows kaeya wasn't blinded. a fact that he knows somehow prior to his return to mond. the second not only gives clear ambivalence toward the knights of favonius, but diluc also suggests that kaeya take care of himself instead? those sound like begrudging admissions to me lmao - both of diluc's lessened hatred for the knights and, more critically, his concern for kaeya's safety and wellbeing (again, begrudging though it is lmao). whether these are the only two letters diluc ever sent back or they're the only two kaeya chose to keep, it absolutely screams "diluc still cares about kaeya" - enough to inquire via some third party about kaeya's injury as well as to suggest his concern for kaeya's safety in some capacity. i don't blame kaeya for keeping them after all he's been through lmao

given that letters have indeed been exchanged since diluc's return, it makes me wonder 1. how and 2. why lmao like even the letters are more implications than anything concretely stated (on kaeya's part, with regards to the darknight hero) and are clearly not coded since we were able to read them with no issue, so...what purpose does it serve for them to exchange letters when they could speak in person? perhaps it's in order to avoid people meddling - clearly, varka at one point thought he could get them to "improve their relationship" by sending kaeya to chat with diluc about the darknight hero sightings, so perhaps there's clear proof that people can and will meddle if given the chance? and they'd rather avoid that? but i also wonder if diluc's bird does the passing of messages now (i'm also envisioning a cute lil timelapse of kaeya taking care of the bird while diluc was gone 🥺 promising him that diluc would come back, half just in an attempt to convince himself, etc)

anyway the other piece of this is: how recent were the most recent letters exchanged? based on diluc's story quest, he didn't seem to know that kaeya knew (or suspected) that diluc was the darknight hero til the end of that questline, though kaeya's letters (starting at his seventh letter, possibly his sixth) imply he might know or suspect that diluc is the dnh. i'm inclined to believe that the events of diluc's story quest took place between the sixth and seventh letters (where kaeya goes from a more vague suggestion that dnh and diluc would 'get along well' to outright stating that "my lips are sealed") which casts the final letter exchange (kaeya's ninth letter and diluc's second, which was in response to that) in an interesting light. namely that of diluc possibly actually considering working with the knights in some capacity? since it has "objective pros and cons", i'm inclined to insinuate that he knows of at least some pros - perhaps just with regards to cooperating with kaeya as he has been, at least

ANYWAY i feel like i've rambled a lot and not said very much lmao so let me see if i can tl;dr this:

the biggest changes for my perception of that night are that diluc actually hit kaeya, that kaeya hasn't always had an eyepatch, and (i didn't exactly mention this outright but i will now) that they corresponded at least a little during diluc's absence

i think that the letters they kept (or perhaps all the letters there were, if we can believe they kept them all) seem to imply their concern and care for each other - namely, diluc keeping letters that prove kaeya's care for him and his willingness to help/dedication to diluc and kaeya keeping letters that prove diluc cared about him enough to ask about his injury via a 3rd party and to tell him not to worry about his safety and to take care of himself instead

i also find it interesting that they chose to correspond via letters (not coded ones) instead of speaking to each other even after diluc's return, though i'm not sure i can say confidently why i believe that is

i also wonder how recent, exactly, some of these letters are - based on some context from diluc's story quest, maybe some were even sent after the events of the story quest (in this vein, i'm not considering manga events, cause idk how canon/trustworthy they are, given the appearance of kaeya's eyepatch prior to the night of their fight)

anyway thank u for joining me on this journey!!! i probably have Many more thoughts with regards to the contents of kaeya's box so if yall are interested i'm happy to ramble about that as well lmao i just don't think they all relate to the situation between kaeya and diluc lmao

#ask #anon #genshin #genshin impact #kaeya #diluc #hidden strife event

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murasakina-plays · 2 years

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So the BSD crossover is delayed, what do we do now? I doubt the devs will tells any new info on dates nor what was their issues. There was a lot of people speculating it might be Yosano being the problem but that isn’t a full confirmation as when she got leaked by the devs in doc’s role reveal no one complained in China. Another rumor I heard before the delay was announced was that Dazai’s price package was ridiculous and everyone was complaining about it yet devs didn’t care either so what’s really happening anyway? Like the Junji Ito one for what I remember it wasn’t that horribly delayed and the devs acted before releasing Part 2 or am I mistaken? I just know it wasn’t that long for a single skin since I remember seeing both Picture Woman and Tomie coming together already.

If any IDV player or BSD fan sees this please let’s start a discussion on this as a way to pass time for the crossover! Whether about the series or the game BSD is trying to collab with can be both interesting to discuss. Besides I’m a little bored…

Just nothing like false information as the ppl who said the Yosano situation was confirmed isn’t really 100% confirmed yet as the devs would announce this to the whole community as to why it was delayed, not to a single server or region.

I really hope with the time they take, they should reconsider on some things on the crossover other than Yosano, like their Dazai package being too expensive for other regions who had the price go higher due to apple’s policies and I believe the discount they added for the pack is too expensive still in my opinion. In my country, the package is literally 60+ dollars and the skin itself is 58 so it’s not much of a change…

The rng for the essences is also bad and I say this by own experience on crossover essences, they said you won’t get repeats after getting one said A skin for the first time but I got double Chiakis and Nagitos but never got Mikan on the second DR essence. It’s a god damn scam, the same happened when I got L, before him I got Light twice in the same essence. For P5, I guess it’s fair to unfair because I got 3 makotos and 2 Harus before getting Futaba but I never got Akechi which I really wanted. They should make crossovers more player friendly for both new players and veterans :/

Would be cool if they made Dazai frags too like the Junji Ito skins and Edward Scissorhands, just keep the pack echoes only for the whales or people who can’t save frags, they would still receive a ton of money from their essences anyways, mainly crossover ones where people have to spend 500 dollars or more for 1 S skin and if the player wants, upgrade the Atsushi accessory into S rarity with Echoes which it’s the only way to get it S tier anyway, it’s 760 echoes which is around 10-25 dollars which in my opinion it’s still dumb how a small acc costs to upgrade. And don’t give me excuses about they also need to earn money and the author too but the BSD author has a game itself that is big on Japan and is winning tons specially with S4 out there plus IDV already earns tons with other crossovers and in the past 3 years, releasing echo only skins which costs real money and worst part is limited to certain period while some are unknown of its return. Some people I have seen struggled to get 1 S skin for 2000 or so because they know the player is a whale based on previous purchases or their YouTube status, I’m just amazed how no one decides to fight against this whole scam as for me a echo pack of 29.99 with taxes is only with 20 pulls while other games with the same pricing would give you better pulls around 40-80 pulls specially with first purchase bonuses resets, idv never had bonus reset because they will always give the bonus but you will barely get 20 pulls and even less an A skin in shop if you aren’t a NGP member.

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one complaining about these things with reason. Then people throw hate at me for trying to help this game get better, no wonder this game is aimed to kids at some things. Because it’s very tame compared with a mature audience who fight against this abuse. But then again adults I meet in this game are just as childish for even having an opinion or point out a truth about the game that’s in their face. This is why I often get so off mood when I log into the game that I used to enjoy back in 2018.

#identity v #youtube #idv #gaming #youtuber #bungou gay dogs #bsd #crossover

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chibitorra · 2 years

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I usually never share my writing, but I really wanted to write a story based on the bizarre situation I’ve found myself in irl with someone I love that seems to have a lot of similarities to Charles’ past.

For context, irl I have the same name and similar appearance to his ex-wife, who he found out cheated on him. So, I’m doing the same with my farmer insert and Charles. Obviously, my name isn’t Taylor, but I wanted to give my farmer insert a gender mutual name, since it seems they’re trying to keep Charles’ ex gender neutral.

It would be really cool if they wrote Charles a bit more scared when things start getting romantic... actually focus on the trust issues and trauma he probably has from having his trust betrayed by someone he loved. And his fear that it’ll happen again. He starts to get there when he talks about how lonely he is in the winter, but I guess we’ll see when the new heart events get released.

Anyways, here’s a snippet of a story I’m calling Kintsugi Hearts. If you don’t know what Kintsugi is, look it up, it’s really cool.

Taylor peered in the glass doors of the doctor’s office, and her heart sank when she saw the front desk was empty. Sure, sometimes Charles left the office to get some fresh air, or even get his hair worked on next door, but the fact that he wouldn’t talk to her last night… well, it made her worry to say the least. Taking a deep breath, she pushed in the door as the familiar chime of the bell sounded.

“Just a second, I’ll be right with you!” she heard Yuri call out from the back, but no Charles. She approached the counter and glanced at his computer, which didn’t even appear to be on. Her heart sank further.

Finally, Yuri popped her head around the corner to see who was visiting their humble office, and her face brightened when she gazed upon Taylor. There was something off about her smile though, she noted, like she was feigning her warm exterior.

“Taylor, hello! Here for some more vitamins?”

Taylor rubbed her arm nervously. If she didn’t know about her crush on Charles, she was about to figure it out. “N-no… I actually came here to see Charles. Is he in?” she asked her.

Yuri’s face fell for half a second, something Taylor would have missed if she had blinked, before lighting up again in that false smile.

“Sorry, Charles is out today, he wasn’t feeling well… Pollen n’ all, y’know?”

Taylor sighed. Of course. “It’s always something,” she muttered half under her breath. If it wasn’t his stomach, it was his damn pollen allergy, or his bad back, or… something. It was always something. He was avoiding her, and she wished she knew why.

“Why don’t you come back tomorrow? I’m sure he’ll be back in by then,” Yuri offered. Taylor shrugged, knowing her disappointment was showing on her face. “Okay.”

She turned to leave, when something peculiar caught her attention, making her pause. The small desk calendar Charles kept next to his computer was still in April. That’s odd, she thought, with it already being the 10th of May. Charles was usually really good about keeping up with the calendar. Yuri took notice of her pause, and tilted her head.

“Is something the matter?”

“Oh—Sorry, it just looks like Charles forgot to change the calendar, that’s all. I can fix it.”

Yuri was eerily quiet, and this time she didn’t even try to hide the gloom on her face. Taylor reached over and flipped the page over to May, and suddenly a lot of things made sense. She realized with a jolt why he never responded last night, why he always seems so wishy-washy as of late… why he hated springtime.

It wasn’t about the pollen. It never was, she realized as she gazed upon the hastily scribbled words over the current date… words which had also been scribbled out in red ink.

“May 10th. Anniversary.”

#Torra writes #coral island #charles #I really want charles to be a broken man underneath his warm exterior #I have a thing for people who've been hurt apparently lol #I just want them to feel loved though #but the road to recovery is never easy #also please keep in mind I'm not usually a writer lol

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artwithoutblood · 1 year

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Another thing stuck out to me in the Cryptid let’s play… the music. Very pretty. It sounded like a Middle Eastern instrument and triggered a similar memory of another song’s opening.

The song is called Full Circle by Loreena McKennitt from the Mask and Mirror album. It might not be your style but it specifically compares/contrasts Christianity with Sufi Islam by way of their morning and evening prayers. (Dawn call to prayer vs bells for vesper.)

In other words they are different faiths but are both calling to god who might even be the same one. The album liner notes on the net spell the parallels out. There are also apparently a lot of Sufi converts from Christianity because there are enough similarities to converge? I think Dorian would like all of this very much.

I’d like to know more about the game music too if possible - what is the instrument used? Was the non-Christian cultural/religious overtone intentional? It was so fitting.

And as the lack of life/ash storms also mimic sandstorms in the desert, could that hint at where Dorian once resided in life? His beliefs? And potentially which particular political and religious landscape brought about his death?

I wondered if he was killed in the Middle East resisting the spread of Christianity but that doesn’t square with his manner of death (being burned) or called an heretic. Or his pale skin and blonde hair. And very early on Christianity was the tiny cult being persecuted. And HE was implied to be a cult leader of some kind himself! I’d have to check more into the time frame given for his death. (After I remind myself when it was.)

I do know ancient pagan religions were overrun in Britain. For burning monasteries were razed by Vikings Lindisfarne in 793. Dorian does live a monastic existence curating (false) religious texts. But those were raids for profit rather than ideological. And Christians were the ones that forcibly converted the Vikings.

The ash is possibly just a metaphor for spiritual death/a spiritual wasteland or meant to emotionally mirror Dorian’s barren isolated existence where he can’t even enjoy life’s pleasures like freedom or eating.

He also does seem to fill the role of the scapegoat, having been labeled a sinner/assigned responsibility for sins and been sent into exile alone in the wilderness.

Anyway. I’m not religious myself and haven’t studied any religion or history but I like lore and all that just came to mind as something cool to discuss! I hope the nerding out was not offputting. Interesting thought provoking game.

-Let’s Play/fruity tea/consensual Erebus affection anon. (Different to 🍎 anon)

apologies for mobile spacing. no matter what i do, it doesn't want to look good.

ive heard loreena mckennitt's music before, so thank you for putting her back on my radar. for the music, i gave my musician some ambient vibes music that i like (i am the person who regularly listens to ambient. i know.) for any influences and instruments for making the songs sound the way they do, you'd have to ask zack himself! he's very talented and in the discord. nonetheless, i might add one of mckennitt's songs to my dorian playlist. thank you!

in dante's inferno, which is the source that dorian's original source is based on, heresy is kind of boring because he's just a bunch of dudes. like. burning forever. in vindication (whenever we start getting to the production process), the never ending library was most of what the player would see. the souls of the damned were burned for fuel and for knowledge. each circle provided a challenge: dorian's was constantly lying out of wanting the mc to stay with him. there were attendants he had, mouths ripped and stitched so they would no longer tell lies, but they were husks of people. for the sake of the jam and my spin on vindication, i did not include them, and i indulged in dorian's loneliness.

i added the ash storm mostly because i thought...it was cool. and i needed a reason for the player to get into close quarters with him. i have nothing written of his past, other than he was born with albinism which has shaped itself into pure whites and grays while in hell, he led some sort of "cult" maybe that still had the values of the religions at the time, and that he was burned alive. everything else is sort of vague on purpose, because for me, it's not about the man he once was. like all other demons, he was given a new name upon assuming his role. all demons are. erebus's human name was not erebus.

which is why im really interested in this interpretation you have! dorian is a character who, really, is up to the player. he's old, but how old he is he does not reveal. he may not have died because of heresy outright. limbo herself was assigned limbo despite not fitting entirely with original doctrine or anything (also because. it's my fantasy catholicism for my silly little game and i get to choose what the sins mean). anger themselves are a newer demon born out of the misery of a justified crime. who knows why dorian was chosen? perhaps the forces enjoyed his charisma.

the ash, the fog, and the cemeteries parallel against the life he preserves in his own abode. (and random shoutout to the irish vikings and also the christians being lame. as usual.)

he might be a scapegoat who transformed into what he was scapegoated for. who knows?

#dorian ask #10:16 ask

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F and K for the fanfic ask game please :)

Thanks, Nonnie!

I answered 'F' in another ask, but since I have written more than one bit of dialogue, I will answer it again with another snippet. (Oh, the humanity!)

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

From to get my soul known again

“Don’t be. Just uh… what’s got you so worked up, kiddo?” He leaves her hand resting against the divot between his thighs. Reaches for the Bactine while she formulates an answer. “I guess I’m worried that I’m using you.” “Oh. Well.” He opens the Bactine can and shakes it. “This is going to sting.” “I know,” she says, then hisses when he sprays it. False advertising—it says no sting on the bottle, but that’s a lie. “Ow.” “Told you.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He uses a cotton ball to wipe up the excess, along with the blood. “Anyway, I don’t see why that’s so worrying. You are using me.”

I'm proud of this one because I think the easy swerve would be having Eddie say that no, she's not taking advantage of him, or using him. But in having him lean into it and say yeah, actually, you are, and that's okay? That opens up a whole new angle on the conversation, and what their friendship means. Sure, she's using him, and he knows he's being used, and we can move on. Which basically rips apart Chrissy's guilty conscience, because... how can she feel bad about something he's cool with? Her brain doesn't know how to process that, and another layer of trust is built.

Anyway, that's probably reading way too much into why I did it, but yeah, proud of that one!

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Oh my GOD. So, like, contrary to soul-based opinion, I'm not much of an angst writer. I like complicated people and situations, but I'm not big on whump, or making characters suffer needlessly. (There's a reason Jason doesn't have a massive part to play in Soul, say.)

However, in my last fandom, there was this weird like... how much can we woobify and damage this one character in particular. Big time Poor Little Meow Meow vibes. I was so frustrated by the absolute nonsense that the fandom was generating, trying to one-up each other, that I spitballed a whole premise with a friend where this character was trapped in a blizzard, between two rocks, 127-hours style, forced to choose between cannibalizing the corpse of the love of his life, or chewing off his own arm, and I was like "there, is that sad enough?"

But I never wrote it! And, with Hellcheer, I mean... damn, can I do much worse than Laura Cunningham already did? But, seriously, with them... I do have some angsty ideas, but nothing that would taint their inherent love of/playfulness with each other.

#bsc diaries #Anonymous #i love these #i had forgotten about the cannibal premise #thank you nonnie!

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15/11/2022 NaNoRenMo word count: 5,408

GOD, I was writing this stupid update and Tumblr deleted the whole damn thing when I pressed Ctrl + Z and honestly? This website is the bane of my existence.

Tumblr is so fucking lucky that it's the easiest way to keep up a stupid fucking blog.

Anyway, I was just writing about updates. I was unable to update for a few days just becos I've been focusing a lot on the writing of the game and becos I got a little bit sick.

Focusing a lot on the writing meant that there's not really a lot of cool coding comments I can share with ya'll since I want to avoid giving spoilers for the game. And then, being sick of course meant that updates have been slow and I wanted to avoid being stressed so I avoided any coding stuff that would give me even the slightest bit of trouble.

I ended up being pretty impressed by my solution for a random hint generator though so I'll tell ya'll how I ended up coding that for the game.

First things first, what I wanted to achieve was a random hint generator that would give you hints on how to achieve certain endings in the game (though it might not be applicable to the demo). I wanted it to show every hint at least once before repeating. I also wanted it to avoid giving you any hints if you've achieved all of the endings already.

I based a lot of the code I used on xavimat's answer on this LemmaSoft forum post about a random conversation generator. I ended up doing the if/elif/else statement solution that he suggested.

However, like I said before, I wanted the generator to show each hint at least once before repeating any of them. That was a bit harder to figure out.

I did a whole thing where I put a variable (something like viewedhintone = True) every single time you viewed hint one, two, three and so on. So, if the variable was true, it would jump back to the random integer generator and get another integer that, hopefully, would lead to a hint you hadn't viewed yet.

Unfortunately, this gave me a problem. Once all of the hint variables were true, it gave you an infinite loop becos there was no way for the variables to turn false. I thought I had solved this by setting the else for the statement as just viewedhintone = False, viewedhinttwo = False, etc.

That wasn't the case. It ended up not helping at all becos the random integer generator would always spit out an integer so there was no way for it to get to the else statement.

Instead, my special friend had to help me solve it. Basically, for the if statement, you have to set it as if viewedhintone == True and viewedhinttwo == True and etc. so that it checks for that first. You have to set the if statement to check if all your viewed hint variables are true, basically.

Then, if all of them are true, just make them all false and then jump back to the random integer generator so you can view all of the hints all over again.

Also, make sure to have the viewed hint variables set to persistent so that they stay the same even if the player starts a new game.

Another update that I'm pretty happy about is that I started a Trello board and I really like it. I can be really scatterbrained sometimes so having something to put all of my thoughts onto really helps a lot.

I added a list or post or something on there for later on, when people start testing the demo. It's a place they can put comments and stuff about the demo or any bugs they encounter.

I'm not sure if rando people can comment on it or if I have to add them or whatever so we'll see. Hopefully, rando people can comment on it and, if not, I'll figure it out when I get to that problem.

The next challenge I'll need to start looking for? Or, rather, researching about? I don't know, but I need to figure out a calendar system for the game.

It needs to achieve these certain things:

allow player to decide what to do for the next month

show whether or not there's any special events happening

have a random generator to decide what the other characters are up to and then show that

I've been avoiding it becos it's a little bit intimidating. However, now that I'm thinking about it, I think it'll be just as simple as when I figured out how to create a gallery for Ren'py.

I'll just basically have to make a custom menu/screen that I can call up and stuff whenever I want.

Still not looking forward to it, though.

In any case, I'm excited to just finally finish everything, show off the demo and work on the calendar. I'm trying to think of what I'll keep in the demo but, hopefully, it won't be too much so that I can publish the demo by the end of November.

Speaking of November! I'm like so utterly embarrassed! I found out that NaNoRenO is actually during March and I confused it for NaNoWriMo which is in November.

Either way, I needed something to challenge myself so here I am. Doesn't matter if it's an official challenge or not, I just wanted an excuse to churn something out.

I'll update you if anything else happens! Thanks for reading, I guess?

#devblog #game dev #indiedev #indie games #indiegame #15/11/2022 #11/2022 #2022 #Never Ending Love

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gee false! how come you get to have a cool base and pet?

#hermitcraft season 8 #hc s8 #hermitblr #falsesymmetry #false symmetry #first time drawing eagles aaaaaaaa hopefully its ok #consistent style? idk her #anyway falses base is just. so damn cool #fits her lol #hermitcraft #omiomine

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Found Family

holy shit did this one get way out of hand. Don’t expect them all to be this long because hot damn this is a monster compared to literally everything else but it just wouldn’t stop

(should I have expected this? probably. we all know how I am about found family.)

anyway enjoy 4.5k words ig

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***

When Marinette had been chosen to intern with Monsieur Wayne’s PA, she hadn’t been expecting anything special. Sure, the Waynes were an odd breed and generally considered strange, but Marinette hadn’t actually expected to have much contact with them—if any at all.

She was here to earn credit for her business degree.

Instead, she has… well. She thinks she’s been somehow inducted into the Wayne family, mostly on accident and kind of as a joke.

That is, until it very much wasn’t.

***

Her first mistake, she supposes, was being too good at her job.

Marinette is an old hand at keeping track of multiple moving parts and riding herd on stubborn people who’d otherwise be too distracted or goofing off. (She was the Court’s leader for more than just being the latest in a long line of Ladybugs, after all.)

After the first two days shadowing Selina—“please, darling. Ms Kyle is so formal”—and learning the broad strokes of the job, Marinette felt confident enough to dig her nails in and get to work. Selina spent most of her time dedicated to international tasks and arranging Monsieur Waynes’ private affairs—all of which was highly classified and not discussed with Marinette—so she turned her attention to inter-company affairs.

Her first order of business was personally meeting with as many people in managerial positions as she could get. Not a requirement for the job per se, but these were people she’d have to interact with often and Maman had always stressed the importance of building connections in the workplace.

“People,” she would say, “are far more willing to do what you want them to when you’ve endeared yourself to them.”

So Marinette takes that advice and spends her breaks and lunches charming employees and giving baked goods to security guards and learning the names of the cleaning crew. She doesn’t speak to the department heads, because Selina handles their correspondences, but everyone else is free game as far as she’s concerned.

She becomes a well-recognized face astoundingly quickly.

***

Marinette probably should’ve seen the rumors coming.

It’s common practice in not only the Wayne family, but in most business conglomerates, for the children to quickly rise through the ranks of their company—if not just handed a high position right off the bat.

It took barely a month before the eldest was all but running Human Resources, and the second was placed as Head of Security practically out of nowhere. Monsieur Drake is the youngest (and most terrifyingly calculated) CEO to ever hold Wayne Enterprises, even if he does share the title with his father.

The other three are still too young or have yet to express an interest in the company, but people say it’s only a matter of time.

The track record speaks for itself, even if Marinette wishes it didn’t.

As a girl who’d come mostly out of nowhere and found herself with far more divisive sway in the company than she had any right to, it’s no wonder everyone thinks she’s some sort of secret Wayne finally coming out of hiding.

Marinette had nearly choked on her coffee when Selina dropped the bomb of that particular tidbit of company gossip.

“Most think you’ve been unofficially adopted,” Selina tells her, looking far too amused for Marinette’s liking. “Seeing as you’re too old for official avenues now.”

Marinette looks up warily from the schedule she’s rearranging. Selina had all but shoved the thing at her a month ago when she started suggesting more efficient ways of managing the CEOs’ valuable time.

“Only most? Does that mean the rest have common sense?”

Selina’s grin widens even further, if that’s possible, and Marinette regrets her question even before the older woman starts speaking.

“Oh, of course not!” she laughs delightedly. “The rest are hoping to hear news of wedding bells. It’s high time someone swept a Wayne off the market, don’t you think?”

***

“So you’re the new little sister I keep hearing about.”

Marinette stares up through narrowed eyes at the brightly smiling Dick Grayson. In her stomach, there are already the beginnings of resignation starting to form.

“It’s nice to finally meet you!”

This man is going to bring her nothing but trouble. She can tell.

***

Dick takes a liking to her. And she, against her better judgment, finds herself doing the same to him.

It’s a little hard not to, if she’s being honest. He’s bright and bubbly and brings her bagels during his morning break without her ever having asked.

It takes practically no time at all before Marinette considers him a friend, relaxing when he’s near and laughing openly at his ridiculous jokes. Despite being the head of HR, he’s not great at the whole ‘professional’ thing and often employees will walk by to find him draped across a chair or balancing precariously on the edge of her desk while she tries and fails to get some work done while he’s around.

It really doesn't help all of the ‘Marinette is a Wayne’ rumors running around. Especially when Dick starts pointedly calling her every variation of ‘little sister’ that he can think of just to annoy her (and, she knows, because he thinks the entire situation hilarious).

***

Three weeks after befriending Dick, Selina all but shoves her into Monsieur Drake’s office and, in no uncertain words, says, “He’s your problem now.”

Marinette blinks at what she can describe as nothing other than a disaster area and just… sighs.

Tim blinks back at her.

The motion is somehow both completely blank and filled with an uncomfortable amount of knowing at the same time. There is also, she notices, a frankly ludicrous amount of concealer caked beneath his eyes and more coffee cups scattered on every flat surface than Marinette has ever seen in her life.

She knows his schedule like the back of her hand seeing as she spends hours of her day pouring over it to make sure everything runs smoothly. He has no prior engagements for the next three hours.

“You’re not going to take a nap just because I ask, are you?”

He snorts. “Absolutely not.”

She nods, having expected the answer; her phone was already at her ear before he even finished speaking. “Hey, Dick!” she greets, sounding brighter than she feels at the moment, and watches as Tim stiffens in front of her. “Yeah, no. I was just wondering if you’re busy right now.” She pauses. “Oh, good! Can you come up to Tim’s office for me? Yeah, I need you to knock him out so I can fix his dumpster fire of an office.”

Tim has since started waving his hands frantically at her, panic setting in behind his eyes.

Marinette stares at him, unmoved. “Thanks, Dick! You’re the best!”

The silence after she hangs up is deafening.

“I don’t know if I should be impressed by the ease you’re manipulating me or pissed off that you’re doing it in the first place.”

She hums thoughtfully. “Does your decision have any bearing on my future employment?”

His eyes squint. “…No.”

Marinette shrugs, mind already whirling with what she’ll need to get done first and calculating how long she’ll likely have to get it done. “Then I think you should skip right over both of those and land on resignation as quickly as possible, Monsieur, because you’re going to have to get used to it regardless.”

It’s silent for a long moment, and she worries for just a second that she’s severely crossed some sort of line. Then Tim bursts out laughing instead of, you know, firing her like he probably should have.

“Oh, yeah. You’re going to fit right in here.”

Marinette doesn’t ask where the ‘here’ is. She’s pretty sure she already knows.

***

It takes ten days for Marinette to wrangle Tim’s life into something resembling order. His office is clean and organized to his liking. She’s developed a system of filing so that all paperwork goes through her and is quickly sorted into ‘can be handled by Marinette’, ‘forge his signature and tell him about it later’, and ‘actually important enough to have Tim read through’.

His schedule is the most efficient it’s ever been and Marinette is quickly honing the skill of getting him properly dressed and out of his office in under thirty minutes. (Dick is, thankfully, a great teacher and has little to no qualms about giving her the key to all his little brother’s weaknesses.)

Selina stares at her when Marinette all but drags Tim from his office, a folder tucked neatly under his arm and the sugary monstrosity of a caffeinated beverage she’s bribed him with in her own, with a whole ten minutes to spare before his meeting with the Board.

“My dear,” she says solemnly, “you are positively magic.”

She doesn’t even look up from where she’s simultaneously wrangling Tim’s hair into submission and laying his tie down flat. “You have no idea.”

***

She knows Tim is capable of professionality. She’s seen the cool facade he pulls up in front of the Board members and the kind but impersonal smile he uses on the employees of Wayne Enterprises. (He is not the Ice Prince of the Wayne family, but Marinette believes he should have some equally ruthless sounding title.) He is aloof and sharp and every inch the businessman people praise him to be.

She’s seen it. And yet…

“Monsieur. Why are all the Lexcorp contracts I gave you done in crayon?”

Tim doesn’t stop messing with his Rubix cube or even look up at her when he says, “Cause deadbeat fathers don’t deserve the respect of a pen.”

Marinette is very tired. She does not have time for this. “What are you talking about?”

“Lex is a bitchass absentee dad and I live to inconvenience him.”

“What about inconveniencing me?” she all but whines. “I can’t hand him these!”

That does make Tim look up at her, eyes wide with false innocence and mouth pouting up at her. “But sister dearest, I’m your little brother. It’s my job to inconvenience you.”

Growling in frustration is probably an inappropriate reaction to the situation.

But, Marinette thinks, so is the fact that both of the Waynes she associates with regularly seem hellbent on convincing the world that she too, is a Wayne, so.

(Is this how Alya felt dealing with the twins? Cause if so, Marinette takes back every joke she ever made—little siblings are a bitch.)

***

She meets Damian without warning.

Honestly, she never really expected to meet him at all but, well.

She finds him in Monsieur Wayne’s office, sitting at his father’s desk and doing something that she thinks is vaguely illegal, but she’s not about to tell her Boss a dozen times over how to parent his children.

Damian is a near-perfect copy of his father with darker skin and calculating green eyes. There’s also a more potent aura of danger around the child than there is around his father, like Damian hasn’t yet learned how to hide behind his public persona as his father had.

Or, Marinette looks at the teen thoughtfully, perhaps he just chooses not to.

“Monsieur Wayne,” she greets. Children like to be treated like adults, she knows, and Marinette doesn’t think this one is any different. “Selina hadn’t told me you’d be in the office today.”

“I don’t run my schedule by her,” he says flatly. A response she expected considering Dick’s stories.

“Of course not,” she agrees.

He finally deigns to look up at her and something flits across his expression, too fast for her to pick up on it. “Are those for Father? Bring them here, I’ll deal with them in his absence.”

Marinette raises her eyebrow. “I’m not sure that’s wise Monsieur.”

Damian scowls and sticks his hand out. “I’m perfectly capable of forging Father’s signature. Give them here.”

She does not move and, instead, lets her lips quirk up into the smile she’s been fighting since she stepped in here.

“I don’t doubt it,” she tells him, and she doesn't. Forgery seems exactly like the kind of skill a child who broke into the CEO’s office of a multi-billion dollar company would have. “But you’ll find that all forging of signatures has been finished for the day and that these,” she shakes the sheaf of papers lightly, “actually require your father’s attention.”

He snorts disbelievingly and it says a lot about Marinette’s life up until now that the blatant display of disrespect doesn’t piss her off but instead reminds her of Chloé and of the fact that she still needs to reschedule their spa day. It's been too long since they spent time together in person.

“Well,” she pauses and eyes the papers thoughtfully. “‘Requires’ in the sense that its information needed to trounce the Board when they start spouting off greedy bullshit about cutting corners on our humanitarian efforts. I’m not sure how much of it is actually useful for anything besides that.” She shrugs. “But homework is homework, yes?”

That gets her a thoughtful once-over. His hand lowers and he then turns back to whatever he’s messing with on his father’s computers.

“Very well,” he concedes. “Father will be back in approximately thirteen minutes. You can leave the papers and I’ll inform him of their… importance.” He smirks, but it’s more like he’s letting her in on a joke than anything else.

Marinette smiles back as she sets the folder on the desk, feeling, oddly, like she’s passed some sort of test.

***

The day after, both Dick and Tim are waiting for her with what looks like an entire bakery laid out in her workspace.

“Uh,” she says eloquently, setting her purse down on her chair because there’s not a single open space on her desk not filled with some kind of pastry. “What’s all this?”

She looks up to find neither Dick nor Tim has stopped staring at her since she walked in. “We heard you met Damian yesterday,” Dick starts warily, like he’s scared of her reaction.

The response does not abate her confusion.

“Yes, I did,” she says slowly. “That does not explain all… this.” She waves a hand, trying to encompass them as well as the state her desk is in.

The two brothers share a look.

“It’s a bribe,” Tim tells her simply and Marinette is taken aback for all of a second before her eyes suddenly narrow.

Dick cuts in hastily before she can say anything. “It’s more of an apology, really. For Damian’s behavior.”

But Marinette is confused and frustrated and just a bit offended by the apparent not-bribe at this point. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, but it only does so much.

“Damain’s behavior was fine,” she tells them with measured neutrality. “You two, on the other hand, are being weird and it’s freaking me out.” She crosses her arms expectantly. “Seriously, what’s going on?”

Appearing from out of nowhere, Selina drapes herself along Marinette’s shoulders and snags a raspberry scone. “I do believe,” she says as if sharing a secret, “That they are trying to keep you from quitting, kitten.”

Marinette wrinkles her nose. “Why would I quit? I like this job.”

She also likes the Waynes (in general, if not right then) and she likes Selina. The woman was a good mentor who didn’t shy away from the dirtier parts of the job and taught Marinette all she knew. (Even the bits, she noticed, that had little to nothing to do with being a personal assistant and were more likely to be found in the repertoire of a thief.

But, Marinette is in possession of her own sticky fingers and knows how to not ask questions, so. You know—curiosity killed the cat and all.)

She doesn’t voice any of that, but Selina, at least, knows it anyway. Marinette isn’t quiet about her gratitude after all.

“First meetings with the youngest Wayne don’t often go well,” Selina tells her. “In fact, I think he has a habit of making the interns cry.”

Dick makes some kind of offended noise. “Hey! He hasn’t done that since he was twelve!”

Tim elbows him in the ribs and Marinette makes a vaguely skeptical face at all three of them before deciding it wasn’t worth it. She has actual work to get done today and pastries to get rid of before she can even start.

She pats affectionately at Selina’s hand before grabbing as many boxes as she can hold. “Come on you two,” she says to the brothers. “You’re going to help me hand these out to the rest of the company.”

Dick immediately starts doing as told but Tim hesitates, humming thoughtfully. “You know that’s not going to help your whole ‘I’m not actually a Wayne’ thing, right?”

She glares at him. It doesn’t stop Tim from grinning like the utterly unrepentant little shit he is.

***

Things are quiet after the Damian Incident for a whole two weeks. It’s the longest lull Marinette has had since she first started and became somehow involved with the Waynes.

It ends because Dick finds out about the crush Marinette has been nursing on the Head of Security for three months now.

The Head of Security who is Jason Todd: second eldest Wayne sibling and Dick’s brother.

He takes it better than expected.

(Almost, she thinks later, a little too well.)

***

Despite her friendship with Dick and Tim—or perhaps because of it?—Jason had never seemed very interested in her. At first, Marinette had shrugged and counted it as a win; there was one Wayne, at least, who neither found her situation funny nor used it to poke fun at her.

They were on friendly terms, she supposed. Security has always been one of her more regular stops in the building, so she’d spoken to him often enough. He liked complaining that she spoiled his team rotten with all her treats.

But she also noticed that he likes her cherry danishes, so.

And then she noticed how crooked his grin was when he smiled. And how he seemed to have an arsenal of nicknames for everyone he knew. And the small collection of classic romance novels filled with sticky notes he tries and fails to hide in his desk. And, and, and.

It was around the time she began unconsciously memorizing his schedule based on when he was and was not there for her pastry deliveries, that she realized she may have made a misstep somewhere.

Jason was stubborn and passionate and flipped between overly proper and crass light a damn light switch. He was also, as stated, very much not interested in her.

Not that she would’ve pursued him anyway. He was a coworker as well as her friends’ brother.

Now if only one of said brothers could understand that.

“You should ask him out,” Dick suggests not for the first time and Marinette sighs, also not for the first time.

She loves Dick—she truly does—but he has been an aggravating level of unhelpful since he found out about Marinette’s latest romantic disaster.

“I’m definitely not doing that.”

Dick groans, like she’s being the unreasonable one. “Why are you being so stubborn about this?”

“Because I don’t like embarrassing myself?” she asks rhetorically. “Not everyone can have a fairy tale romance like you and Wally.”

He throws his coffee stirrer at her. “We are not a fairy tale.”

She shoots him a flat look. She’s heard Dick talk about Wally and Tim’s told her all the stories and she was there when he and Wally finally got their shit together. Dick was unbearable for an entire week with his gooey, lovestruck new lease on life.

“You two are the definition of fairy tale. You two make fairy tales look like trashy romance novels.”

He opens his mouth to argue the point before forcibly cutting himself off. “No. Stop distracting me. We’re not talking about that; we’re talking about you and Jason.”

“There is no ‘me and Jason’,” she reminds him through her clenched teeth.

“Not yet,” he says optimistically. Like it’s a fact, like he knows something she doesn’t.

He makes her want to slam her face into a wall. Truly, he does.

***

Dick stops running his HR papers up to her office. Instead, he’s somehow convinced Jason to play errand boy for him even though he literally never looks happy about it. What used to be a flimsy excuse for Dick to slack off for a few minutes and gossip with her has now turned into awkward silence as Jason drops off the papers and leaves without even a ‘hello’.

During their shared breaks, Dick takes to orchestrating ‘chance encounters’ between her and Jason, all but shoving them into each other (and even actually shoving that one time). She catches Jason shooting dark looks at Dick every time he does it, and if she’d been holding any iota of hope at this point, it’s been smashed to dust. Jason obviously knows of his brother’s meddling and isn’t happy about it.

But Dick just can’t take the hint.

Every failed plan of his makes him steadily worse about it all—more frantic and frustrated and like he wants to strangle her for her stubbornness. (The last feeling being more than mutual.)

Dick’s meddling starts to make her and Jason’s previously friendly, if distant, relationship awkward and embarrassing. With every pointed comment, she gets closer to just punching Dick in the face. Or, maybe, she’ll just tell Wally who really ate all the chocolate strawberry macaroons she made; it’d certainly be more devastating.

***

It all comes to head on a Thursday, after most employees have left for the day.

They run into each other in a breakroom, and she watches as Jason suddenly goes stiff, eyes flicking over her shoulder to no doubt scan for Dick. That single action makes her expression sour and she slams her empty mug down with more force than was necessary.

For Kwamis sake, he looks like a cornered animal. An image not helped by the way he jumps a foot in the air and stares at her like he’s worried she’ll suddenly lunge at him.

“Can we agree this is ridiculous?” she says abruptly. “I don’t know what Dick is trying to accomplish with his wingman schtick, but we both know it’s not going to work. Can we just… agree that he’s an idiot?”

A complicated look crosses Jason’s face before he snorts wryly. “Yeah, we can agree on that. Dickie-boy has always been a few sandwiches short a picnic.”

“I know things have been awkward between us lately, and I’m sorry about that, but I hope we can keep being friends?” she says hopefully.

“What in the world do you have to be sorry about?” he asks before she can start catastrophizing about the bewildered expression he makes at her words. “It’s not your fault.”

The smile she shoots him is rueful and she shakes her hand in an ‘ehh’ type gesture. “Kinda is. And I understand if the-” she makes a vague gesture between them that she hopes properly conveys ‘my giant, stupid crush on you’, “you know, is too much for you. Just say the word I’ll try and keep out of your way.”

She’s trying to be comforting or understanding or something like that, but all her words seem to do is make him upset. “Absolutely not,” he insists. “Sunshine, you are not going to change your routine just to make me feel better.”

Marinette crosses her arms, frowning up at him. “Why shouldn’t I? If I’m making you uncomfortable-”

He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “Uncomfort- Marinette. ” She jolts a bit at the use of her name. She doesn’t think he’s used it since her second week at W.E. “I’m not sure who made you think otherwise—and if it was Dick just tell me cause I’ll kick his ass —but barring the fact that I still enjoy your friendship regardless of any… feelings-” Marinette concentrates very hard on not showing emotion when he says that, “-it’s not your responsibility to deal with it.”

Okay, but… that makes no sense. Of course her feelings were her responsibility, that’s the whole point of them being hers.

“If it’s not mine, then whose responsibility is it then?” she asks, wondering where the hell his train of thought is running.

“Mine, obviously.”

She gives him a look, complete with narrowed eyes and thinly veiled judgment. “What? Is this some kind of gentleman’s martyr complex? Is that what’s happening right now?”

Jason huffs a laugh, but there’s no humor in the sound. “If me taking responsibility for my own damn feelings is a martyr complex then sure,” he snarks, not unkindly. More like he’s trying to protect himself by retreating behind a sour attitude.

Her mouth is halfway around a retort when his words catch up to her brain and she freezes.

“Your feelings?” she repeats. “Your feelings for… me?”

His voice is carefully neutral when he says, “Those would be the ones.”

Her mouth opens and closes and opens again. “You like me? Seriously?”

His face spasms at the question, starting at anger before he properly looks at her and the surprised expression on her face. He pales.

“You didn’t know?”

“No!” she squeaks, something she hasn’t done since she was fifteen. “Well Dick said but I didn’t believe him!”

And fuck, she thinks. This means Dick knew the whole damn time, didn’t he? Oh, she is so going to kill him the second she gets the chance.

Jason runs a hand down his face, covering his mouth as he gathers his bearings. Suddenly, his eyes shoot back open and land on her. “Wait. If you didn't know, then what the hell were you talking about just now?”

She blushes to the tips of her ears and buries her face in her hands so she doesn’t have to look at him. It was easy when she thought he’d figured it out himself. It’s harder now that she has to tell him. “I- I was talking about my crush on you.”

He’s quiet for so long that she gets antsy and peeks out from behind her fingers to see his expression. He’s still looking at her, but now there’s a wide, crooked smile on his face. The expression softens something in her chest and she lowers her hands.

“Really?” he asks, leaning closer.

Marinette nods, feeling a small smile spread across her lips.

He jolts forward, hands reaching for her before suddenly stopping just shy of touching. She startles a bit at the motion but doesn’t move away.

Jason licks his lips, smile smaller but no less bright. “I- can I?”

She blinks. “Can you what?”

“Kiss you.”

The blush returns full force, but with it also comes a smile, giddy and bright. She nods and no sooner than she does, is he swooping down to pull her into a toe-curling kiss. His hands cup her face with a tenderness that makes her smile, makes her giddy, and it’s not long before they’re both smiling too wide to actually kiss and are forced to break apart.

His hands fall to her back, practically engulfing her, and his chin drops onto her head. It’s warm and cozy and she thinks she could so very easily get used to this.

Later, they’re going to have to deal with Dick and Tim and Selina and the teasing they’ll no doubt have to endure—not to mention how much worse the rumors are going to get—but right now? Right now Marinette pulls Jason back down for another kiss and very pointedly doesn’t think about it.

#maribatmarch2021 #maribat #mlb x dc #jasonette #my typewriter #platonic dickinette #platonic timari

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So... any HCs you want/can share about the Security Breach cast?

lmao how long u got, buddy.

Here's what I've decided are some headcanons/general notes that will be of use in the knight guard au. Relatively spoiler-free, but here's a read more juuust in case ;)

Glamrock Freddy: Y'know how in the knight guard au, Freddy's the leader? Mr. Go-To, always respected, third-in-command when Mike/Goldy ain't around? No one respects Glambear. He doesn't know anything different, even though he does know he's missing his right hand bunny.

Personally I very much enjoyed how I could subvert the 'every freddy needs a bonnie' thing I built up in Last Shift. Security Breach certainly provided me with a lot of plot to turn that theme on it's head and ask myself 'how will these characters react in this universe after enduring this?' Hint: not great. :D

He's the oldest in age among his peers, but damn if he isn't a middle child when it comes to...everything.

Gregory: Absolutely wild child. Mad lad. Prolly been lurking round the Pizza Plex for a while, but who knows frankly. Some minor clues lead me to believe this while playing the game. Hiding places I stumbled across had piles of children's clothes like...little nests were made. Def needs socialization among his peers, no should trust the Glamrocks to help him with this. Freddy's his favorite, though he doesn't understand why Freddy doesn't stick up for himself more. Thankfully, Gregory sticks up for the both of them enough >>; taking eyes and what not...

Doesn't trust adults quickly, if at all in some instances. Especially older males in authority positions. (As they are so often in roles such a police or security.)

Not allergic to peanuts but dislikes them so much he fibs and tells people he does have an allergy to avoid encountering them...

Poor reading skills, but a quick leaner when such lessons are taught to him in a way he can relate to. He prefers being read to, though it's been a long time since he had that kind of luxury. Acceptable math skills, and would enjoy science class if he were actually enrolled somewhere. History, however, is boring.

Fascinated with robotics. It's a good way to connect with him--because even if he sees Glambear trust you doesn't mean he'll be the same.

He is absolutely willing to take someone down with him in defense of his Freddy.

He reminds Max of Alexander and Arthur in several ways.

Vanessa: She needs this job. She can't afford to screw it up. She doesn't care if she's called 'the bitch', or if she's 'too uptight and too intense.' She's got a job to do and she expects full cooperation from all parties.

Suffers from migraines. More frequently, but then...., stress, right?

Doesn't believe in the supernatural, it's all just a bunch of hocus pocus, yanno?

Forgetful, but she can hide it well.

Roxanne: Designed off the Foxy line, but is her own 'beast' if you will. She shares many similar traits with that line, from her immense passion in performing down to her nasty competitive streak.

Glamrock Chica: Spacey, but not to the point of danger. Unlike Chica, she has no grace or skill in the kitchen area, and was never given proper outlets to quell her chomping desires.

Montgomery Gator: Didn't get where he is today without stepping on a few toes, but so what? Everyone loves him, and that's all that counts...right?

He's been falsely accused of something, but he's never had proof to inform otherwise--and no one in the band would believe him anyway.

Glamrocks in general:

Not haunted. Kooky as hell though. Carry a lot of the Toys original base programming, with a few minor exceptions.

They perform on a giant ass stage for a couple songs, and then either disperse across the pizzeria it seems (Roxy goes to her raceway, Monty has his golfing, Chica's got her jazzercise...thing...) etc! Sure. Cool. Then they go 'home' and 'home' is a giant glass box, sectioned off so the PP can make more money. Hell, even their production time seemed to be quarantined.

Compare that to the Fazgang who live on a stage together--hell, even Foxy's Cove is within ear shot for a reason.

And just...I dunno raising anything in an majorly isolated setting is a bad idea.

The Glams have NONE of the Fazgang's tight knit, family camaraderie. Bonnie and Foxy fight like once a day but at the end of closing time they're still brothers and they all love one another. The Glamrocks...don't have that sort of connection in my mind. They won't for Lies Within.

Sundrop:

He used to collect lost and found items and leave them on the security desk in the Daycare center. But when he spotted them in the trash the following days, he stopped trying to help.

Rambles. A LOT. Refers to himself as 'we' sometimes, usually when he's warning others, but does so covertly.

His nyctophobia is pretty severe, for obvious reasons. Avoids the theater and naturally dark places, usually refusing to go near their entrances at all.

Not super reliable, but he does care for kids and wants them to be happy. He's easily distracted but if given patience Sunny can prove very useful in certain situations.

Kinda reminds Mike of his best friend--and do NOT tell his best friend that.

Moony:

A little over zealous, even when repaired/reset. Tends to need someone stronger whose rules he'll adhere to, even if he complains about it.

He more loathes than fears bright light, since he knows he won't remain out and in control when it's too bright.

Whoever designed him used some bits of the Funtimes' schematics.

DJ MusicMan:

Sees through his many Mini-DJs that are scattered around the pizza plex. He's very attached/reliant on them, since he can't fit many places.

You can get on his good side by playing some jams he likes, or if you have clearance from the Mini-D's.

Well it's 1:30am and I was supposed to be in bed an hour ago. RIP Char's sleep schedule, g'nite!

#knight guard au #answered #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #once i stop playing Legends i will get back on writing Lies Within #womp womp

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