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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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pedro pascal is so daddy like… i genuinely dont know why this man doesnt have kids yet but I VOLUNTEER 🙋‍♀️

anywayss, i cant help but think about the domesticity of being married and expecting with pedro like we all know that man is old and is already daddy status but just imagining him coming home to you and your swollen belly after a day running around the city… to kiss on you and hold you like!!! you cant tell me that wouldn’t be the cutest shit ever

then you got the early mornings and late nights of him and you talking, watching movies together, laying on the couch in your spacious new york apartment, looking over on the city!!! and i just know no matter what, that man would just adore you. would always want to have you around, inviting you to come out with him while he’s working, always wanting to take you on dates, and events. i mean just utterly infatuated with you (especially if youre having his baby!?! like that man wouldnt know what to do with himself)

he would just take the best care of you… when he wakes up making sure your vitamins are all set up for you to take (so cant say you forgot!) and maybe writing little love notes incase you arent awake to bid him away for the few hours he’ll be gone. and he’d shoot you just random texts and pictures whether that be on set, in a meeting, driving/walking around, anything to let you know that youre on his mind… and when he comes home, oh lord. i wholeheartedly believe, after an extremely long day, he’d always come home with a little treat for you…

you’d be in the kitchen, getting dinner ready for the night, anticipating his arrival, as you hear the door open, and a loud and cheesy, “honey, im home!” to which he walks into your shared kitchen with a small little bag, holding a pastry he picked up for you on his way home just because he knows how much you love that bakery. you’d welcome him into your warm embrace and as you continue cooking for the two of you, nothing would make more sense than for him to rub that belly of yours…whispering all the praise you’d been aching to hear. telling you how beautiful you look, how strong you are, how grateful he is to have you, to hold you… and then ofcourse you’d enjoy the dinner you had made for the two of you. ending the night with the pastry pedro had picked up for you and a glass of wine for him…

ahhh! i totally rambled so much but i love pedro like UGH

Baby- p.p

hello loves! when i tell you i screamed when i saw this i’m not even lying. i tried my best with this one and if i’m being honest i don’t think i like it at all😭! first pedro pascal imagine (btw dad! imagines are my fave to write) dms are always open if you wanna chat loves! i’m like nervous to post this idk why. anyways enjoy 🤍 ⚠️age gap couple!⚠️

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"baby, im home" you heard Pedro voice echo through your New York apartment. you had moved in with Pedro two years ago after a year of dating and now you were pregnant with your first child together. you were in the kitchen making a sandwich which you had been craving for the past thirty minutes but you were too tired to even get up off the sofa to make it.

you were 7 months pregnant and even walking made you out of breath, it was like the baby was purposely kicking your rib cage just to make you more uncomfortable than you already were. you heard his footsteps walking toward the kitchen and smiled at him when he finally appeared.

he had been out in New York with Bella, doing random interviews which obviously didn't take long so they also went for lunch then here he was back home with you. he walked up to you and opened his arms wide for you to hug him. his left hand fell so he could gently place it on your stomach hoping that the baby would kick for him, which it almost always did.

a huge smile formed on his face when he held the strong kicks coming from the baby. he placed little kisses on your head as you cuddled yourself more into him. "how was your day sweetheart?" you snuggled into him further and sighed in contentment. "boring, couldn't move for ages because i was so tired. i was gonna start packing the hospital bag and do laundry but i couldn't get off the sofa"

"don't worry about the laundry baby, i'll do it later" he kissed your forehead again and tried to hold you as close as possible. "wanna go watch tv? i'll even let you pick" he said making you smile up at him. with a small nod of your head he lent in to kiss you for the first time that day he let go of you. you picked up the sandwich which had been forgotten on the kitchen counter and waddled your way back to the sofa.

after a few minutes of you scrolling through the different channels you felt the sofa dip beside you and Pedro's arm go around your shoulders pulling you carefully into his side. you felt his hand stroking your arms softly as you finally picked "Bridgerton" and finally let yourself relax in Pedro's hold, feeling the small pecks on your head throughout the show.

"what do you think the baby is?" you asked as the comforting silence between the two of you filled the bedroom, the only thing that could be heard was the tv which you both weren't paying attention too. you had decided to keep the gender a secret until he/she was born and now you were growing closer and closer to them being here the nerves were growing and so was your curiosity.

Pedro looked down at you and smiled softly, he had thought about the baby every day and what it was going to look like, what the gender was, what it's first word would be, all the normal things a parent thought about. "i don't know but i hope it's a girl and i hope she looks exactly like you because you're beautiful" you smiled brightly and felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment.

"what if it's a boy?" you questioned, feeling Pedro's hand on your bump and the strong kicks coming from your baby who was still wide awake at this late hour for some reason. "then it's a boy, i'm still gonna love them whatever they are. but i do really hope that it's a girl. she'd be so cute. also all the names we have picked out are for girls so" you laughed, it was true, every single name you had were all girl names.

comfortable silence filled the room again and Pedro let his eyes fall onto the bed covers where your bump was. he just couldn't believe his baby was in there, growing beautifully. it was just the most perfect thing. "you are the most beautiful person i've ever seen." you looked up at him and saw him staring right at you, his eyes filled with adoration. your heart swelled as you listened to him.

"stop it" you said, turning your head so you could hide your blush which covered your cheeks. "i'm not kidding, you are so perfect. i love you" he said moving his head so he could place a few kisses on your cheek making you giggle as his beard tickled you. "can you come out with me tomorrow? want you to be at work with me. don't want you to be stuck in here all day by yourself" he let his head rest in your neck with his body just off to the side with his hand resting on your bump, again.

"i'll see how i am, they might keep me up all night and you know how i am when i'm tired" you kissed his head and felt kisses being placed on your neck. before you got pregnant you and tired just didn't mix well and it got even worse ever since you did get pregnant. you didn't mean to be mean but if you were tired you'd become snappy and annoyed very easily.

"god don't remind me" Pedro joked remembering how you snapped at him yesterday because he was just there, he didn't do anything wrong you were just tired and annoyed because the baby didn't let you sleep. "even though you snap at me i still love you so much. my favourite girl" he said, pulling his head out of your neck so he could kiss you. "yeah okay, i love you too" you said smiling at him.

Pedro got up before you every single morning just so he knew you'd have your vitamins ready for when you did wake up. it was rare for him to be there when you woke up unless it was a quiet day and he didn't have to work until the afternoon which was when you'd usually go to work with him. it put his mind at ease when he knew you had all your parental vitamins next to you so you wouldn't forget to take them.

he would leave little love notes next to them just letting you know he loved you and that he was proud of you, even if you didn't do anything but sit around all day he was still proud, you were carrying a whole child inside of you and you were coping so well. if it took the stress of you remembering every morning and it made your life a little bit easier he would do it.

as well as love notes he'd send you messages throughout the day just checking in to see if you were alright and if you needed anything. he always made sure he wasn't too far away from the apartment just incase something did happen. today in particular you were in a lot of pain, your back was killing you and so was your legs, just walking around was hurting you.

you had decided to start packing the baby bag just in case something happened you'd be prepared. the baby was kicking constantly and you'd gotten hardly any sleep that night because of the kicking and you just wanted them to be here so you could have a somewhat decent sleep. Pedro always woke up if you shook him, he was the one who could sort of calm the baby down with his talking but sometimes nothing worked.

he would always help you get comfortable before he would rest his head just above your bump so he could whisper to the baby. "need to stop giving your mama a hard time, she needs sleep baby" he would leave little kisses on your bump which made his heart swell with love just because he knew his baby was in there 'responding' to him. "we love you angel but give your mama a break"

it wasn't very often he had to do that but the nights you'd be overly tired from the baby kicking you he would do anything to make you as comfortable as possible. carrying the baby was hard, it felt like you were lugging around a watermelon and it was sometimes so painful you couldn’t even get up to brush your hair. Pedro saw how difficult it was for you when he was home and when he wasn’t there he’d always send you texts saying ‘he was so proud of you’ and that ‘you were doing so well’, the messages, somehow, always made you feel better.

it was late and Pedro was on his way home from filming. you were making dinner for the two of you and you were waiting for him to finally come home after a long day doing interviews. you had been craving your favourite pastry from the bakery which wasn’t too far away from your apartment all day. you had tried to get yourself ready but your feet were killing you and so was your back so getting there didn’t happen.

"y/n? i'm home love" you heard Pedro shout and then the door closing behind him. you turned to face the kitchen door and your heart melted once you saw the small bag with the bakery's logo on it. "i got this for you on the way home. i got there just in time, they were about to close" he said as he walked to you.

once he got to you, you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed a small kiss on his chest "how did you know i was craving something from there" you smiled, feeling his arms around you tighten slightly. "i guess i'm a psychic. i had a feeling" he kissed your forehead and rubbed your back before you pulled away, almost forgetting that you were cooking.

"how was today?" you said, your back facing Pedro as you focused on the food. "it was alright, wanted to be here with you though" he replied wrapping his arms around you from behind, making you smile and lean your head back against his shoulder.

"you look so beautiful, so so pretty" he whispered, kissing your cheek which was now a bright red shade. his hand was on your belly, rubbing it gently as your baby kicked. "you're so strong, carrying our baby. you're doing so well sweetheart. so perfect. i'm so lucky to have you" anytime Pedro saw you his heart swelled with love, you were carrying his baby and you looked so beautiful doing so. he couldn't wait for these last two months to pass because it meant he could finally meet your beautiful baby and he was so excited.

“y/n? i’m home love” you heard Pedro shout and then the door closing behind him. you turned to face the kitchen door and your heart melted once you saw the small bag with the bakery’s logo on it. “i got this for you on the way home. i got there just in time, they were about to close” he said as he walked to you.

once he got to you, you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed a small kiss on his chest “how did you know i was craving something from there” you smiled, feeling his arms around you tighten slightly. “i guess i’m a psychic. i had a feeling” he kissed your forehead and rubbed your back before you pulled away, almost forgetting that you were cooking.

“how was today?” you said, your back facing Pedro as you focused on the food. “it was alright, wanted to be here with you though” he replied wrapping his arms around you from behind, making you smile and lean your head back against his shoulder.

“you look so beautiful, so so pretty” he whispered, kissing your cheek which was now a bright red shade. his hand was on your belly, rubbing it gently as your baby kicked. “you’re so strong, carrying our baby. you’re doing so well sweetheart. so perfect. i’m so lucky to have you” anytime Pedro saw you his heart swelled with love, you were carrying his baby and you looked so beautiful doing so. he couldn’t wait for these last two months to pass because it meant he could finally meet your beautiful baby and he was so excited.

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cupidjyu · 9 months

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can i request a q fluff where him and the reader are playing hide & seek and when it’s the readers turn to hide they hide in a small tight area and they keep looking out to see if q is near them meanwhile q is right next to them admiring them then the reader notices him and have a moment with intense eye contact

found you, dear

changmin x reader (thank uuuu for requesting!)

genre: hide and seek, interrupted confession, stuck in a closet together haha, pining, all giggles, best friends to almost-lovers? notes: hi word count: 1.6k

“Ouch?”

Changmin glared up at you with a raised eyebrow. Your eyes widened as you slapped a hand over your mouth. There he was: just hiding behind a plant that you had accidentally knocked over.

“Sorry!” You exclaimed, turning on your heel to go look for your other friends. A game of hide-and-seek was not ideal. It was fun but it was also nerve-wracking, especially since you were the seeker.

Right.

You were the seeker.

Quickly, as if someone had spun you like a top, you whirled around. Changmin was standing in front of you with an amused smile on his lips.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” He snickered.

You groaned. “Yes, I’m supposed to catch you. And I forgot to.” You cursed at yourself after suggesting the idea that when you find someone, you’re supposed to tag them for it to count.

“Too handsome for you?” He grinned.

“Oh yes.” You rolled your eyes. “Definitely distracted me with your stupid, foolish smile.”

He feigned hurt as he held a hand over his chest. “You wound me, dear.” He eyed you as you slowly crept forward, your hand twitching to tap his shoulder.

“When did I say that you can call me dear?”

He shrugged, inching away, his hands held up as if he were arrested for a crime. You groaned and practically lunged forward, trying to grab his arm but he was quick to pull away with a loud laugh.

“You have to do better than that, my dear.”

You grumbled, accepting defeat. Hide-and-seek was never your type of game. With a loud, exaggerated sigh, you crouched to the floor, hiding your face in your hands. The room was silent. With a small smile, you peeked through your hands to catch a glimpse of Changmin staring down at you with a confused look. And then you looked back down.

And sniffled.

An incredibly long and amplified sound. You wouldn’t call yourself a great actor. Maybe, maybe, you would be a good voice actor. To add to the effect, you shook your shoulders along with your fake cries. You could hear Changmin awkwardly shuffle from above you.

“Did you… really not like the name? Dear?” He whispered, his tone laced with guilt.

You froze. That wasn’t your goal. You quite liked the name, but you always refused to admit it. He was your friend. The nickname wasn’t something that friends usually use so it left you in a state of confusion.

You decided not to answer the question, only faking your cries even louder. He hummed and you could see in the corner of your eye, him crouching in front of you. He tilted his head, trying to get a better look at your face. When he failed to do so, he sighed.

“Why’re you crying?” He pouted. When you still didn’t answer he nudged you. “I’ll let you win if it makes you feel better.”

Your eyes brightened at his words and you instantly looked up from your hands with a smug grin. He gasped, falling backward on the floor.

“You tricked me!” He yelled. You laughed and reached forward, grabbing both of his shoulders with a wide smile.

“Gotcha,” You whispered.

His cheeks had turned oddly red at your action.

“I cannot believe you, dear.” But then he paused and stared at you curiously. “So you weren’t crying over the nickname?”

You shook your head.

He smirked and nodded. “Great. So it’s confirmed I can call you dear.”

“Why so desperate?” You groaned, getting off the floor. You didn’t quite catch the sight of him trying to grab your hand with a longing look.

Whenever Changmin was the seeker, that was usually when everyone feared for their life. He was incredibly competitive and would not stop at anything until he finds you. You could even compare this to a horror movie with the way he laughs almost maniacally when he finds someone.

With heaving breaths, you turned the corner after just witnessing your friend being caught. So far, it was only you and Sunwoo left. Your eyes darted around the room, desperately trying to find somewhere to hide. Finally, your eyes zeroed in on a closet.

You rushed over and closed the door behind you. Luckily, the doors were slatted so you could peek through and some light could come through. Being stuck in the dark wasn’t particularly your favorite thing.

You bit your lip as you waited silently, holding your breath so you could hear any footsteps approaching.

But what you didn’t quite notice was that there was someone hiding right next to you. More specifically, Changmin–the person that you’re supposed to be hiding from. He stared at you in utter disbelief, wondering how the hell you hadn’t noticed him yet. But then his mind shifted over to how close your bodies are.

He could feel your warmth and he could catch the smell of the typical perfume that you liked to wear. He gulped as he looked you over. It was only your side profile that was visible, but he didn’t care.

Beautiful.

He thought to himself. His eyes wandered over your various features, admiring the curve of your eyes and the slope of your nose. Then, they landed on your lips. Those same lips that he has probably thought of every day for the past few weeks now. Sometimes, at night, he’ll dream of them. Specifically with his lips on yours.

Changmin wondered and wondered. He wondered how they would feel on his, whether you would pull him closer or lean into his chest, whether or not your lips would part slightly so that he could–

He choked on his own spit, causing him to into an obnoxiously loud coughing fit. You jumped at the sound and turned around. And that was when you almost screamed before he slapped a hand over your mouth.

“Don’t.” He frowned. “Sunwoo’s going to think that I’m murdering you.”

You held your breath and nodded until he pulled his hand away. But then you stared at him in utter confusion.

“What are you even doing here? You’re the one who’s supposed to be finding us,” You whined.

“Yeah– I know…” He grumbled. “I was trying to scare Sunwoo.”

You giggled. “Does that mean you found me?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t tap your shoulder yet.”

“You can now.”

His lips curled up. “What if I don’t want to?”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “Fine then. Don’t. Weirdo.” He frowned when he noticed your hand reaching for the door so that you could escape. He liked being so close to you. He liked the scent of your perfume. He liked the way you slightly pressed up to his chest when you faced him.

He liked you.

“Ah– wait.” And he reached over to tap your shoulder.

Your eyes widened and you groaned. “You said you didn’t want to!”

“I changed my mind.” He smiled. “Look, now that you’re caught, we can team up. We can– we can stay here and wait for Sunwoo?” He was a very desperate man in love.

You gazed at him suspiciously. “Okay… I don’t know why I’m helping you though.”

“Because we’re best friends, dear.”

You grew quiet, your eyes searching his wordlessly.

“Friends don’t call each other dear.”

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously as you noticed how there were only a few centimeters between your bodies. The tension between the two of you suddenly grew tenfold.

“So why do you?”

His muscles go rigid at the question.

At the lack of response, you leaned closer, so close that he was backed into the wall of the closet. His eyes were round as he gazed at you, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a split second.

“Tell me,” You demanded quietly. “Why do you call me dear?”

Your chest was now completely pressed up to his. There no longer was any distance between the two of you. It was just your eyes talking: the way he gazed at you so, so affectionately and fondly and the way your own softens at his nervous expression.

“I…” He stuttered. “W–we’re supposed to be… looking out for Sunwoo.” His hands were sweaty now.

“If you would answer me first.” You raised an eyebrow.

Changmin squeezed his eyes shut with embarrassment. It was now or never. His hands wandered to hold your waist, pulling you closer with a sudden burst of confidence. You inhaled sharply.

“Because I like you,” He breathed out. “I like you so much.”

Immediately, your cheeks began to flush. He stared at you earnestly, waiting for a response. You opened your mouth to say something–anything.

“Changmin, I–”

But suddenly, a rush of light floods into the closet. You two blinked and turned to where the doors had burst open.

“This game is getting boring,” Sunwoo complained to himself. “If someone would just hurry up and chase me or something…” His eyes wandered until they landed on where you were pressed up against Changmin, whose cheeks have turned pink. “In the middle of a hide-and-seek game? Makeout some other time,” He grumbled and turned around, throwing his hands in the air.

The two of you sprang away from each other awkwardly. You turned to him with red cheeks and jerked a thumb at the door.

“You should– get going.”

He nodded curtly and stood up. But before he walked away, he turned back around.

“Forget everything I said. I shouldn’t hav–”

But he squeaked when you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. His words were caught in his throat as he looked at you, smiling like an absolute loser in love.

“Oh,” He breathed out with a laugh. “You kissed me.”

“Shut up.” You shoved him. “We’ll talk about this later. Go get Sunwoo, dummy.”

“Okay, dear.” He winked. You only stared back with a completely straight face. But, as soon as he left the room, you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself, your hands coming up to hide your face. And it wasn’t to hide your fake crying this time.

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nav-i-nav · 3 months

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My thoughts on OMORI and its message

I feel like I should talk about the impact OMORI had on me as a whole and recent posts made the thoughts I had after finishing the game for the first time come back, so here we go!

Remember this is my own interpretation, so don't take anything I say as the irrefutable truth! Likewise, feel free to add anything I might've missed in either tags or reblogs! I love hearing about other people's interpretations of the game!

Lastly, please forgive me if something I write isn't clear or easy to understand, I just needed to get this out of my system, so apologies for any typos/formatting issues ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜!!!

TL;DR: OMORI is a complex game about acceptance and choosing to move forward, and how the choices you make will influence the path ahead of you.

There are two routes the player can choose to follow during OMORI, as well as three endings you can reach based on those choices. The true route (which can lead you to either the good ending or the bad ending) and the hikkikomori route (which leads to the neutral ending).

As I've stated in previous posts, I firmly believe this game is not about "unconditional love" or "always forgiving"; rather, it's about not running away from your mistakes and confronting, accepting, and moving past them.

The hikkikomori route

One thing I've seen a lot of people do is disregard the fact that Sunny completely forgot about Mari's death. Yes, even if Headspace Basil or Stranger remember, and even if Something is a constant "reminder" of the truth, Sunny does NOT remember this UNTIL the day before he moves away, which in turn leads to him looking for Basil and thus, this resulting on a fight breaking out between the two of them which lead us to the hospital, where we choose one final time.

We know the cycle and resetting of Headspace has happened AT LEAST four times before the events we see in the game thanks to this dialogue found right before the Black Space segment of the game.

What we don't know is if Sunny actually remembered the truth during those instances or if Omori managed to put a stop to it. Personally, I like to believe this is the case. Why, you ask? Simple. I like to believe the hikkikomori route is but another one of these cycles.

Nothing special happens, nothing that alters Sunny's routine. Sure he is going to move away, but he still chooses to isolate himself in his house and wait until that day, doing nothing but the occasional chore and sleeping. He doesn't open the door for Kel, there are no external stimuli that indicate something is wrong and the ones that are already present inside the house have been blocked (the piano room, the closet, the backyard). And so, there is no reason for Sunny to question anything. There's no reason to accept or forgive anything.

To Sunny, Headspace is real. To Sunny, the truth is that his name is Omori and that he goes on all sorts of adventures with his friends while his dear sister stays behind. This is the truth he's accepted for four years, the life he's taken on and the life he'll continue to live should he not open the door.

Sunny has forgotten himself. He cannot accept the truth or forgive himself because of this. Daddy Longlegs confirms this thanks to the following dialogue:

Not only that, but Sunny also starts seeing himself as Omori in the mirror at the end of the hikkikomori route, which only solidifies the fact he has lost himself at this point and has given in to the safety of Headspace.

Lastly, let's not forget one of the biggest differences between the true and hikkikomori routes—the "boss" fight. Whereas in the true route, it's Omori, in the hikkikomori one, it's Stranger.

Something really interesting is the change of Stranger's dialogue between the true and hikkikomori routes. Here is the dialogue during and after the fight we have against him:

There is a distinct aggression that Stranger lacks in the true route. Stranger is the embodiment of everything Sunny wishes to forget. No matter how hard he tries to separate Basil from the incident, the truth is that he will always be linked to Mari's death one way or another, and, as Daddy Longlegs says:

However, even if Sunny didn't open the door, the fact he is moving away remains. We know this causes Sunny some sort of uncertainty and discomfort, as seen by the "Time" area in Black Space. Sunny is aware something will change and that causes him anguish. It's both figuratively and literally, a timer. To leave and forget or to step outside and find out the truth.

The reason Stranger is the final "boss" of the hikkikomori route is precisely because he is the last obstacle Sunny must "overcome" before he's able to fully forget himself. He is moving away and he's chosen to go with it, to let go of the past forever and completely abandon his identity as Sunny to embrace Omori fully.

Stranger, of course, knows that Sunny has chosen to turn a blind eye to the truth, so as a last attempt, he forces him to face him, to confront everything he's run from, and try to snap him out of it. But by this point, Sunny has given up all hope. He refuses to accept the truth, he refuses to see the pain and suffering his actions have caused, and so, Stranger backs off. Because he knows that at this point Sunny is far too gone.

The true route

With that out of the way, let's focus now on what is canonically considered the true route of the game. We all know what happens: Sunny opens the door and steps out of his house for the first time in years, which leads him to reconnect and mend relationships with old friends and make new ones, all within the span of three days until he moves away.

This is already a huge difference to the alternate route, as he actively interacts with all sorts of people and environments, allowing him to explore the real world and reconnect with it again. Of course, Headspace's influence is still present (as seen by the Headspace imagery that we can see around Faraway on the first day we go outside), however as time goes on, these disappear and instead Sunny starts remembering memories he had buried deep underneath the vibrant colors and fantastical aura of his dreams.

We all know this, so why am I bringing it up?

Thanks to all the stimuli that he's being exposed to, Sunny is able to remember more and more of what happens. He can no longer run away because Mari's death is a fact that he is constantly being reminded of by the world around him. Little by little he pieces what happened back together right until the sleepover he has with everyone else at Basil's house.

During three days, Sunny begins remembering who he is, and although Omori is him, he is not Omori. He is not as strong as him, nor is he able to ignore his fears like his counterpart. Just like the branch coral dialogue indicates:

Omori can mimic a human, but Sunny will never be an empty husk. His human nature remains above all and that is precisely why he can only run for so long. One way or another, Sunny must confront his mistakes and choose.

He can still run away by not opening the door on the second day, he can still escape during the sleepover by choosing not to save Basil, but by this point, he's already faced with the truth.

Now, let's talk about Basil and Sunny's fight. Although Sunny realizes Mari's dead, he doesn't learn the full truth until after Black Space. Again, one of the main things that distinguishes these routes is what happens with Stranger after we've explored this area. The main difference is that, unlike in the hikkikomori route, in the true route, Sunny knows that he has people he can count on. He knows he is not alone, as stated by Stranger:

Sunny is no longer isolating himself. He can finally see that people care about him and that he counts with them. This is reinforced by Hero, Kel, and Aubrey's dialogues right before the fight with Omori:

As well as Basil's before Sunny enters his house for the last time>

Both of these scenes happen right before Sunny takes the initiative to confront and accept what he's done. The difference between the true and the hikkikomori routes is the fact Sunny is no longer alone and he trusts that he'll have his friends by his side until the very end.

And then, we reach the final moment. The final decision.

Just like how Stranger was the final boss for the alternate route, we stand before Omori, who readies his blade as he blocks your path. Sunny has learned the truth, he has seen what he's done and now he has to fight. To prove that he is ready to move on.

Omori has been Sunny's shield for so long. So now Sunny must show Omori he is ready to let go and be himself.

This is the difference between the journeys we go through on each route.

The reason I believe that the hikkikomori route ends with a “neutral” ending is because Sunny never faced the truth. He didn’t even try to do so, instead choosing to hide away and forget, rejecting the idea that Mari died once again. Whereas in the true ending and the bad ending, he accepts this fact and embraces it. He sees the incident once again and remembers the role he had in everything that happened over the course of four years. And then he chooses if he wants to move forward or not.

Let's look at the cutscenes that play after the fights with Stranger and Omori respectively. (I will be using the good ending cutscene for the true route):

One of my favorite things about these is the fact that in the Hikkikomori route Sunny is still submerged in the darkness of Black Space. He is still blinded and therefore he can't see those who still care for him, those who cheer on him and wish him to move on. Instead, all he sees is Omori, because that's all he's known for four years. He is the only one who's been able to provide comfort to him because he won't let anyone else inside.

This changes during the true route, and regardless of what happens in the fight, one thing is clear: Sunny has accepted the truth. He is no longer blind to what happened, and he has finally come to terms with it. Only then does he decide if he wants to take the next step forward or not.

My thoughts

If you've read this far, thank you! Now, you must be wondering what does all of that have to do with the game's message. Well, I'll get to that.

First, I want to make one thing clear. I firmly believe Sunny's journey is not one of forgiveness but of acceptance.

Sunny's been stuck in an endless loop for roughly four years. All he's done is relive the same stories and go over the same path again, just as the following dialogue shows:

He will never be able to move forward unless he accepts the truth. What's done is done, and no matter how many times Headspace is reset, Sunny will never be able to undo it.

This is why the hikkikomori route is a neutral ending compared to the bad ending, even if the outcome is considered worse but most of the fanbase. Because in the hikkikomori route, Sunny never took a step forward. Nothing changed. Meanwhile, in the bad ending, Sunny knows what he's done and he chooses to take his own life as a response. He took a step forward but didn't have the courage to take the next one.

This leads to the last ending. In the good ending, Sunny takes two steps forward instead of one.

In the secret cutscene for the true route's good ending, when Sunny and Basil’s Somethings disappear, it isn’t their guilt or their regret. Rather, it’s the delusions (both literally and figuratively) that have blinded them for so long, the delusions that made them unable to move on. And now they can finally see past them and find each other.

They can finally accept that YES, Sunny killed Mari, and YES, both of them hurt the rest of their friends AND each other with their actions.

That’s the first step for them to heal.

But it’s definitely not the last one.

Trauma doesn’t go away so easily. And sure, life will be rough for a while. But at least they’re LIVING. They finally see things for what they are, and they are able to move past them and try to forgive themselves.

Maybe they won’t forgive themselves. And their trauma is never going to go away. But at least they’re no longer trapped in a lie and can choose what they want to do with their lives.

This is why, to me, OMORI is not about forgiveness. The story never shows Hero, Kel and Aubrey's reactions to the truth because this isn't what the game wants to focus on. Sunny's journey is for him to accept the truth and come to terms with it. But it's not the only journey we see along the way. Take Aubrey for example. She too came to terms with her actions towards Basil during those four years, and although there is not a conclusive ending to this, we see how she realizes her actions weren't justified no matter how hurt she was and she chooses to try and make amends.

Choices are extremely important in Omori. Sure, we can choose if we want to run away from an enemy or fight it, we can choose if we want to buy an item or not, we can choose to play the minigames or do the side quests we get along the way. But at the end of the day, the choices we make determine the future of the characters.

By opening that door, we can see the different outcomes of the story. And to me, that is just how real life is. We don't know what will happen in the future, we don't know if we are going to hurt others or if we'll regret our actions once everything's over, but what's important is to have the courage to make those decisions in the first place, the courage to accept when we're wrong and then choose to move forward or not.

Omori has taught me that making mistakes does not equal you being a terrible person. It is your choice to learn from those mistakes and improve. No matter what, you must have faith in yourself and those around you, and know that even if you didn't make the "right" choice, you can learn from it and you can become a better person thanks to it.

And I think that's beautiful.

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If Not Him, Perhaps Me

Hoooooooo boy! I cannot believe how long it's been. It's almost criminal I've let this go on for so long without an update. I hate doing that...but the ADHD and life decided that just couldn't- which was great (derogatory). However! I am back. Fully, entirely, and totally invested in restarting this series because I still love the idea and want to see it through. I now have an AO3 as well, so I will posting all of the updates and original parts there once I get everything organized.

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But! If you would like to be added or I forgot to add you- since it's been 140000 years- please just let me know! (whether via message or comment)

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Pairing- Thrawn x f!reader x Luke Skywalker

Summary- After being aboard the Chimera, for who knows how long, you've grown accustomed to the troopers and how things operate, but one thing that just won't become easy is dealing with Grand Admiral Thrawn.

Word Count- 3.5K

Warnings- Mentions of kidnapping, confrontation, angst

Days turned into weeks which, you could only assume, was closely turning into a month. There were no signs of Luke knowing where in the galaxy you might be or even where to begin looking for you. At the earlier stages of your confinement, fear settled in your heart when the thought of being left aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer alone...without Luke, reared its head. Over time though, complete loneliness dissipated and was replaced by the friendly interactions you participated in with a few Storm Troopers that were in charge of your immediate well-being. "Are you ready for your lunch today," a familiar modulated voice echoed through your small confinement as he called your name.

Lifting your head from the notebook given to you a few weeks prior, a sigh escaped your lips. "I don't know, Danver, is it that gross mush stuff again or, will I be allowed to eat normal food for once while here?" Your comment garnered a laugh from the trooper as he opened the cell doors, setting the plate on a table given to you at Thrawn's request.

"Sorry, pal," the soldier replied, his modulated voice still resonating with a smile, "not even we get to enjoy delicacies like that aboard the Chimera."

While scooting yourself off the comfortable cot you currently spent your time nestled in (which too had been replaced at the request of the Grand Admiral after you'd mentioned off-handedly something about neck and back pain), you set aside the drawing book. A look of displeasure crossed your face, "who honestly eats this stuff willingly?" A disgruntled mumble was all the trooper beside you needed to hear, to pat your shoulder assuringly in response.

"Apparently, you do," his laugh caused your shoulders to slump. "Don't act so melodramatic. At least you're the admiral's favorite prisoner," Danver's joke hardly seemed comical to you as the cell forcefield reappeared behind him. "You might be the admiral's favorite person entirely aboard the Chimera, in fact."

A snort escaped from between your lips as you disregarded the boring plate, preferring the growling in your stomach over the same taste of dried fruits and cold meat. "That's real cute, Danver." You quipped, "Next time, why don't you let him know that so maybe I can go home instead of being held captive here."

Raising his hands in defense, the trooper shook his head. "Listen snarky, all I'm saying is that if you complain about something, it changes, and at a good speed too. If you mention that you're bored, you receive gifts to prevent said boredom- again- at a pretty astounding rate. You also have an array of soldiers at your doorstep to keep you company- though that one could be because we all like you," he laughed at the end of his explanation. His words surprised you, the conviction in which he mentioned the favoritism Thrawn had seemingly shown you caught you off guard. Skepticism lurked in your glare at your newfound "friend" as you stole a glance at the journal gifted to you. "Everyone else has mentioned it, not just me. I've just been the first one to say something to you, apparently." He chuckled again at the suspicious look on your face.

"You're laughing, but I don't find the joke funny..." you grimace at the trooper.

"That's because I'm not joking, snarky," Danver responded steadily and even behind the black visor, you could feel his unwavering stare. "Believe it or not, the admiral has taken a liking to you and all of the Chimera crew can tell." And with a salute, the trooper left you with a thousand thoughts swirling.

There was no way someone as stern and withdrawn as Thrawn would have any kind of favorites, at all, let alone aboard the Chimera. He was only using you to get to Luke, that was it.

Though...

Your thoughts drifted to the conversations you'd been having recently. While you couldn't recount exactly how long you had been on the Chimera, you knew it had felt long enough to feel an odd...growth to your chats with Thrawn. He had been what, you guessed, would be considered "kinder" when he spoke directly to you. At times he had even invited you to his office merely to speak about your art or have you critique some other interesting pieces he had gathered over his years of travel. Thinking about it long enough it did seem that you were learning more facets of the Grand Admiral, though nothing about him personally, just...small details that one could only learn about someone from being in their presence enough.

Of course, even under this realization, there was hardly any way you were going to be kind back to him. He was an Imperial Grand Admiral using you to gain control over the rebel cause, 'Over my dead body.' You thought stubbornly to yourself.

If Thrawn wanted to bring the Empire back into power again, he'd have to do it without your knowledge or help. You just hoped he wouldn't catch onto clues about things as easily as he'd seemed to have with your previous art.

Picking at the pages of your journal, you fidgeted in thought.

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"She seems to be acclimating very well, sir," a modulated voice spoke in reply to an earlier command, "the troopers all seem to love her. While the other crew members don't seem to interact with her all that much, when we escort her on her strict walks around the vessel, she keeps to herself and doesn't seem to nose around."

Something about this sudden growing knowledge of how well you had been treating his troopers bothered Thrawn. You'd been aboard the Chimera for going on three months and yet in your constant visits with him you still refused to open up at all, quipping with biting comments and passive-aggressive retorts, even when asked simple questions.

The duality perplexed him. Of course, he understood very well that he had never been known for his social skills, even back in the Ascendancy. Even then he expected that at some point you would see he didn't desire for your entire stay aboard his vessel to be excruciating.

Though at times it seemed you'd rather it be such way.

You were unbearably tenacious.

Difficult to speak with about any subject, and downright defiant at some intervals.

It...astonished Thrawn.

"Captain," the cold, calculating voice finally broke the long growing silence, "tell me, why do you believe our captive is so," he pondered for a moment, "agreeable with you?" The Chiss stopped his journey, to stand before the large sculpture in his office- scrutinizing it.

Silence ensued once more as the Storm Trooper considered the question, "U-Uh...sir?"

Turning only his head to glance over at the soldier standing taut by the door, Thrawn encouraged, "I am simply endeavoring to understand what it is she sees so sociable in my troopers, Captain."

"W-Well sir, it seems to me that since she trusts us to not harm her, we have gained her confidence. She's mentioned how scrutinizing you are about her, she..." The trooper wavered for a moment, "She seems to distrust you, uh, sir."

"I see."

The curt reply concerned the captain, but he remained diligent in his stance.

"You are dismissed, Captain. Thank you for your time." Thrawn returned to look back over at the large statue.

"Y-Yes sir!" The trooper bowed quickly and retreated through the doors behind him.

Left alone in the quiet of his office, the Grand Admiral considered what he’d been told. "She does not trust me, hmm?" He wandered back over to his desk, lowering himself into his seat. "It would seem my efforts have not had their desired result. Perhaps I must attempt something more... suitable."

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"Ya know, I feel like at this point, we could honestly just," you paused dramatically, gesturing for a moment with your hands, "stop wasting our time with these meetings, don't you?"

Thrawn sat idly in his chair, behind his desk, elbows propped up on his desk to steeple his fingers in thought, silently watching you. He'd called you in for another round of conversation at random and it had felt as if all fear had left the atmosphere that surrounded him- now you were just annoyed.

"I feel like we've gone back and forth enough for you to understand that your little gifts?" You lifted the journal he requested you to bring this time, "They aren't going to sweeten me up to you."

"Are you unhappy with the opportunity to practice your art once more?" His sudden question caught you off point as you opened your mouth to continue your tirade, mouth now hanging open dumbly. "Perhaps I have misunderstood your subtle requests then. If you are so displeased with my efforts, then you are more than welcome to return the journal."

Was this guy serious? Was he guilt-tripping you?

Lost for a response, you sat back in your seat, contemplatively. Were you being ungrateful? Had this "warlord of the Empire" truly tried to do something nice for you?

No.

He kidnapped you!

No way!

A small intake of air and the soft rustle of clothing caught your attention and looking back over the desk you saw Thrawn had resumed his casual position in his seat- inclining back a bit, a long leg crossed over the other as he grabbed up his datapad. "I have arranged for you to be transferred into your own personal quarters. Your things are being moved as we speak, please come to me if there is anything out of place. There shall be a set of Storm Troopers at your door to ensure your safety," then his glowing eyes met yours, severe and still unnerving, "and to dissuade your premature and unannounced departure from my ship."

Narrowing your eyes at the admiral, you cocked your head in confusion and irritation. "Wha-?"

"It would seem we have nothing further to discuss," Thrawn interrupted with an oddly soft use of your name, averting his eyes back to the datapad in his hands, "you are dismissed. A trooper outside shall see you to your new space."

Why did he keep interrupting you?!

"But I'm not finished!" You protested heatedly, rising from your seat to place your hands and journal on the desk. Leaning furiously toward the Chiss, "Why are you being so weirdly nice to me? You want information, I know it, but I'll be damned if you think I'm stupid enough to fall for these petty acts of kindness as your method of manipulation."

Your frustration was only met with calm silence, not a shifting of his red eyes, nor a flinch in his body. He seemed thoroughly unimpressed by your outrage. 'How dare he ignore me!' You fumed, gripping the desk edge until your knuckles were white.

"Damn it, Thrawn! I don't care if you're a Grand Admiral of some extinct Empire, I will not be ignored!"

"It would surprise you then, to hear that perhaps I am not manipulating you?" Again with his dumb questions as responses!

That didn't settle your anger any and it seemed as if Thrawn could sense that, as he sat down his datapad, leaned forward, and grabbed the discarded journal from in front of you. "Perhaps", he spoke casually, surveying the worn cover, then before speaking again, met your eyes with what seemed like....warmth? "You have genuinely piqued my inquisitiveness and whether you are connected to a Jedi is no longer an appeal of mine, but rather you are."

An odd feeling settled over you at his gaze. Whereas before Thrawn had only ever seen through you- or so it felt- he was staring...at you now. His eyes seemed to carry the oddest hint of tenderness, maybe? It was something new, something you hadn't seen in his stare before, and you had been the subject of most of his glaring recently.

Even as you stood there, voiceless, the admiral's eyes simply observed you. A warmth spread into your cheeks at his open stare and you withdrew from the desk clumsily, eyes averting to anything else around you.

Were you blushing?

Over Thrawn!

How embarrassing...you were supposed to be furious, not...bashful at such an odd compliment.

Was it a compliment?

Standing from his desk, Thrawn positioned his hands behind his back in his typical way, "Come, allow me to show you to your room then."

Once outside the hall, the Storm Troopers began to follow behind, to which Thrawn coolly discharged them. You were so wrapped up in what just happened in his office, you hardly recognized the confused glances they had given one another. The metal grating below you was suddenly far too fascinating to care about the odd looks of the passing Chimera crew.

The entire walk had been silent, Thrawn never tried to quell any uncomfortable energy you were clearly giving off, he was just...quiet.

That was until the two of you had reached your new room and he greeted the two Storm Troopers already stationed, "Please see that she is satisfied with the room." Thrawn then turned to you, to which you slowly met his glowing eyes. His height was as intimidating as ever, that had never changed. "As I previously mentioned, if you find anything not to your liking, I would request that you address me personally about the matter. You know where my office is by now, I assume?"

"Yes, I do." You quietly replied, nodding meekly.

"Good. Then I shall see you for our next meeting when I call for it." And after handing you off to the guards, the admiral departed down the hall from where the two of you came.

Confusion upon confusion racked up in your mind as you stepped forward, one of the troopers pressing the button to open your door for you. "Weird he brought you here himself, huh?" One of them chimed in as you passed him. Thankfully you recognized the voice and it brought some ease to you.

"Shut up, Arrance, I'm already confused enough." You grumbled, the door sliding shut behind you.

Once you reached for the light, you were shocked to see how...cozy the room actually was. An enormous bed sat in the left quarter of the room, framed by an even larger window that looked out into the starry ocean of space. The bed seemed large enough for four people, fitted with a plush comforter and so many warm-colored blankets it looked like a nest you could crawl into and hibernate for months. The pillows looked just as inviting, their matching covers pulling the colors together beautifully. There was an expansive couch that seemed to go on forever and had nearly as many pillows as the large bed, behind it, butted up against the steel wall, and beside the window sat a desk.

As you explored you noticed that you had a private fresher with everything you could need to pamper yourself, an easel with canvases, paints, and paintbrushes, and a very small kitchenette. Everything.

Thrawn had thought of...everything.

There was nothing this nice aboard the Falcon...

Though, your family was there.

Han and Leia.

Chewie.

R2.

...Luke.

As you sat on the couch, thinking about how much you missed everyone, your heart ached for Luke. Hearing his sweet laugh, feeling his warm touches- as few as they were. And while the room Thrawn had given you was nice...you couldn't help but be reminded of how long you must've been away from the group by now. No one had given you an exact frame of how long you'd been aboard the Chimera, not even Thrawn, but it’s had to be months at this point. Months with still no sign of Luke...

You knew he wouldn't leave you in the hands of the Imperials indefinitely, even if just because you were friends...and nothing more.

Nothing more.

Never more.

Not for a Jedi.

Not for Luke.

Though, that would never stop your heart from yearning for more. Luke meant the world to you and loving him came so easily, especially when that precious smile appeared on his face whenever Han would say something stupid, or Leia would mention something about the twins. His gentleness when it came to those he cared about. His determination and love for others.

Luke was a wonderful man. A strong, compassionate man.

You missed them all so much...

You missed Luke even more.

Maybe they'd come to save you soon.

You just had to hold out hope.

A knock roused you unexpectedly.

You'd fallen asleep?

Of course, you had. The couch was the most comfortable thing you'd relaxed in for weeks- besides that seat in Thrawn's office that was arguably snuggly.

"Oh right..." you mumbled to yourself as you wiped at your tired eyes. You'd forgotten you’d yelled at Thrawn earlier and then he gave you that weird compliment. "What a jerk."

Another knock brought your attention back and you stood to answer it. With a whoosh, you were met with a trooper holding out your journal. How'd he get that? Didn't they move it in with everything else?

"The admiral wanted me to make sure this made its safe return to you." Danver's voice reached your ears and you looked at him confused.

"The admiral?" You echoed curiously.

The nod of his plastoid helmet made everything click back into place, "Yeah. He said you'd left it in his office."

You hadn't left it! That insufferable Chiss had swiped it from you while you were shouting at him! What was with him, anyway?!

You took a deep breath, leveling your irritation, this wasn't Danver's issue. No need to yell at him. No, you’d save that for Thrawn’s next meeting. "Thanks, Danver. I appreciate it."

Muttering a response, he peaked his head in and glanced around with a whistle, modulator crackling slightly from the sound. "He really did give you the best quarters on the ship. That's nuts."

"I'm sorry?" You responded.

Danver moved to stand out of the doorway once again, "word's been going around that the admiral moved you to the nicest room, aside from his, on the Chimera." He chuckled in good humor, "Looks like they weren't lying. Now you really can't argue with me that you're his favorite, huh?" With a nudge to the arm, the captain left after a farewell, the door sliding shut.

You blinked a few times, trying to process what he’d said. It took a moment, but in stunned silence you walked over to slouch into the bed, the journal still in hand. "What the hell is happening?" You muttered, opening up the pages aimlessly, trying to comprehend the last few hours or so of the day.

Thrawn had allowed you to yell at him, instead meeting you with a very oddly placed compliment.

He then gave you, what Danver called, the best room on the Chimera- after having shouted directly at him.

What in the galaxy was going on?

Then your eyes caught something out of place as you flipped through the filled pages, "huh?" Annotations had been made on one of your drawings of a Storm Trooper- coincidentally, Danver- speaking to what seemed to be another person not pictured on the page. The script looked familiar and you realized why quickly after reading the comments.

It was Thrawn's handwriting.

'Captain Danver's plastoid chest piece has a notch or two more than you have decided to add here. Though overall I find your attention to detail praiseworthy. Not many see things as you seem to. The way you've drawn him, opting to illustrate him speaking with a fellow trooper, shows your level of personal esteem for him. Your art is beautiful, your talent is unmatched. Please, continue, I would like to see more.'

Snapping the journal shut and throwing it on the floor, cheeks hot, you curled yourself into the cozy blankets "Stupid Chiss."

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I am loving the his lady wife series, absolutely eating the angst up. I did have two thoughts on it, which you might like, maybe for alternate endings or just to add.

My first one is, and I am not condoning daemons actions at all, but the only reason he created the rumour was so that her infidelity would make the greens lose support. So the blacks think that the plan worked perfectly, lords start showing up at dragonstone to swear allegiance, even the Baratheons changed sides to swear allegiance. Daemon is smug because his plan worked better than he thought, the greens have no support at all. Until the small council meeting when daemon cracks a joke about the princesses loyalty and one of the lords replies with “I don’t blame her, I’d kill my own daughter before I let her marry that monster”. The blacks are all like👀👀, what do you mean. Then the lord tells them that Aemond absolutely tortured that poor woman on the basis of a rumour. She was put in a moody room, starved, denied medical treatment. What monster would do that to the mother of his own child, apparently the birth was the most horrific thing on record. I actually think that daemon might feel a little guilty over it, the blacks might offer to smuggle her out to dragonstone to get more support by saving her. But in reality they just feel shit.

My second thought is more on the greens side and very angsty . So she and baby lives, and of course she shuns aemond, as she should. Even his whole family let her get treated like this and shunned her, so she should ignore them too. But I don’t think they would know the extent of how badly aemond treated her, they just think she was moved to another set of chambers because they have bigger things to worry about. But after the birth they see the chambers, they find out about the starvation, and they find out that she begged for medical treatment and Aemond basically told her to go die. Alicent would be so disappointed in him, ashamed to have him as a son, cannot look at him anymore. Even Aegon is disgusted with his brother, he’s apparently the better brother but even Aegon wouldn’t do that. Poor helaena would be terrified of him from now on, what happens if he hears a rumour about her, would he torture her too. But then there is Otto, she finds out that Otto never believed the rumours and had people working to find out the source of the lies, therefore he is the only one allowed to bond with the baby. Maybe the others after a bit but grandpa Otto would be first. Aemond has to watch as Otto Hightower walks around with his daughter, cooing at her and just loving her, not letting aemond touch her at all. And he knows that he cannot do a thing about it, there is no reasoning he has for the way he treated her. His wife was there for him for all of his hardships, she goes through one and he abandons her straight away. He goes to say that there was evidence, but he remembers that Otto saw through it, Otto didn’t believe it and got to the bottom of it, why didn’t he.

I love this work and I was wondering if I could be added to the tag list please. Also you are free to use anything I have written, I’ve just got so many ideas spinning up there haha

i love all these suggestions, and of course i'll add you to the taglist!! i love the idea esp w otto, i kinda forgot how he was the only one w a brain oops 😭

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kimium · 6 months

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Tell me your favourite thoughts and ideas about our Saw AU? I love when we talk about it💜💜💜

Oh! How exciting! I love our Saw AU! It's always delightful when I have a moment to talk about it!

For anyone who doesn't know, @m34gs and I have a Twisted Wonderland Saw AU. See this link to my friend's pinned post to read ask answers AND the two Saw AU fics (so far) written by me! Please note any tags and warnings!

My favourite thoughts/ideas about our Saw AU

-Majority of Yuu's friends are serial killers and they have no idea

The sheer humour of Yuu blissfully unaware while their friends are out putting people into traps that 9/10 times result in a horrific murder is priceless. Dramatic Irony!!!

-Dark humour potential is everywhere.

Everyone bickers with one another over their traps! Petty bickering and nitpicking as if they're not talking about murdering people via complicated traps? Watching their traps with the same air as "could we get this done? I have other things to do today"? All of these options are perfection.

-The moment someone being put into a trap has been Mean or Rude to Yuu in some way all bickering stops.

Nothing is funnier to me than the 180 presented where suddenly it's Team Work is Important and We are all Dedicated to this Group Project, etc. If only Yuu knew that they're the glue to getting everyone to set aside their pettiness and become models for "Team Work makes the Dream Work". Yuu truly is the most protected person in the world and they have no idea.

-Everyone is one step away from always shoving someone who was "mildly rude" to Yuu into a trap.

Love that John has to remind everyone to have variety in their victim choices and NOT make it only people who they believe "have slighted Yuu". They all give him a Shocked Pikachu Meme look.

-"Oh no! We made plans with Yuu but forgot and now our trap conflicts with seeing Yuu! How can we make this trap run faster?"

That entire ask is my favourite head canon for this AU because it does exactly what makes my brain vibe with the idea: "Sure, we kill people but seeing Yuu is more important".

-Everyone's different views and motives for following John Kramer's philosophy.

Just love that we've established why and how everyone is different in this AU. It adds so much to this idea rather than having this remain a "Silly, crack AU" idea. I mean, it still is silly and a crack AU, but there is depth to our silliness!

-Not everyone is heavily involved with the traps.

One thing I enjoy is how we rated everyone's willingness to help their house warden out. For example, I am a big fan of Trey knowing what happens and by not doing anything beyond shrugging and baking he's complicit in murder.

-Yuu/Everyone and the dynamic in this AU

I know we haven't discussed this in great detail, but the fact everyone is 100% willing and has killed for Yuu can lend an interesting dynamic to explore if romantic vibes are added to the AU.

-This AU couldn't have happened without you, friend.

I've said this to you multiple times, but I will say it again: I love this AU with all my heart because it is truly a combination of our two interests. I would NEVER write a "sort of" Saw AU without you because I wouldn't have thought about it. That's what makes this AU so perfect and wonderful in my eyes. I cherish it and I cannot wait to see what you write!

And there you have it! My personal favourite ideas and thoughts about this AU! Let me know what you think!

#personal #replies #twisted wonderland #saw au

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silverstonesainz · 8 months

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blurbs/headcanons [ "i never forgot you. i couldn't" + charles pls! ] ig/bereal edits [ "can i get mick x reader soft launch ?? ]

keep it as simple as you can! super intricate + hyperspecific scenarios usually call for one-shots & longer fics, both of which i cannot commit to writing.

-> the yes and nos.... i'm fairly open to most scenarios but there are a few genres i am not comfortable writing:

━ m x m ━ incest (step-sibling relations included) ━ any kind of weapon play ━ breeding kinks ━ accidents + hospital (social media aus) ━ nsfw social media aus

any & all requests that contain what is listed above will be deleted.

-> smut... what about it? while i have written smut before, i've decided to close smut requests for this blog permanently. this isn't to say i won't write smut anymore, cause it's likely i will if i'm in the right mood.

i do reblog nsfw works, and they will be tagged accordingly. minors please do not interact with any nsfw/18+ tagged works. minors are accountable for their media consumption, so please interact accordingly.

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 please only request the drivers listed below. if you request any drivers that are not listed below, i will delete the request.

carlos sainz jr charles leclerc daniel ricciardo mick schumacher lando norris max verstappen pierre gasly lance stroll

𝐚𝐝𝐝-𝐨𝐧𝐬 here are links to different prompt lists for blurb requests! you obviously don't have to use them, these are here in case you need ideas!

when requesting from these lists, pls be sure to type out the full prompt and lmk which driver as well! (prompt + driver)

01. heavy bass (angst)

02. more melody (fluff)

03. add harmonies (hurt + comfort)

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫

i reserve the right to delete any and all requests that i receive that do not follow any of the requests guidelines listed above, or are sent in when they are closed.

please be patient! ig edits take a minute to curate, and add to the fact that i am working on other works that are not requested. not to mention, i do in fact have a life outside of this site (i know, hard to believe!). so please, bear with me as i roll out with requests.

#guidelines

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angeart · 3 months

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ask game 12 &13!

yayy more questions! okay i'll start with 13 because it's simpler:

13.Any segment of your work that made you cry while writing it? (because it moved you deeply)

so. i cry easily. but i don't tend to cry while writing, i think? i don't have the greatest memory, so i can't be sure. i remember one time i cried while writing hmtb, but it wasn't because i was moved deeply jcnbjk (it was actually a mellow scene and i just. unexpectedly triggered an unpleasant memory, oops.)

in a way, i think it's easier to get emotional while working on RPs, actually. i might've cried at those in the past, mmh.

now, if you asked me when did i get anxious while writing. that's a whole another thing. i do deal with a lot of heavy emotions in writing, and, yeah. anyway, the answer is yesterday. (hmtb grian is doing perfectly well wdym-) (i had to stop writing after 8 sentences and take a break everything's fine-)

12.Funniest comment you've ever gotten in a piece of work?

this is a fun one! i don't think i have a favourite, i'm not the best with putting things on a scale and deciding that's the most this or that. add my bad memory into the mix, and about a year of writing a multichapter fic, and- well. but! i dug through and made a small collection of comments that amuse me! (there were many more, but i'm trying not to swarm you completely.)

i cannot tell you how much i appreciate and value the comments i get. i read every single one, and they matter a lot! they help me immensely and i am insanely grateful for them. <33

anyway, the collection of comments that make me giggle is under the line!

♥ please, consider this a love letter to all the commenters. ♥

Chocolate_Cake_Enthusiast on Chapter 3 of Elegy: ANGE UOU ARE THE SINGULAR SOURCE OF MY ANGST AND DEPRESSION (…) POOR GRIAN HE BETTER BE ALRIGHT OTHERWISE I WILL CHUCK A TENNIS BALL AT MY TOE

ghostpi on Chapter 7 of hmtb: TIS BUT A FLESH WOUND.

Eucalypta on Chapter 18 of hmtb: I forgot this had a ship tag so I was reading all previous chapters like: "what deep soulmates they are! Wait … Thats a bit gay. Well sometimes platonic love goes very dee- No thats definitely gay… What were the tags again?"

Tiand on Chapter 21 of hmtb: So- uh- Where can I send my therapy bill?

wimrow on Chapter 26 of hmtb: WOOOOO I DONT FEWL LIKE SOBBING WITJ THIS CHAPTER!!!!!! (this will absolutely change later on won’t it)

genderfluid_bitch on Chapter 29: *does a little jig* THE BABIES ARE HURTING AGAIN

Amabsis on Chapter 30 of hmtb: “Grian, are you okay?” NOBODY IS OKAY IMPULSESV!!!

Chat on Chapter 31 of hmtb: THATS A BRILLIANT WAY TO END A CHAPTER BUT OH MY FUCKERY ARE YOU CRUEL FOR IT.

peskytimes on Chapter 39 of hmtb: everytime i read this fic my mental state gets worse <33 /pos

Alcea_42 on Chapter 42 of hmtb: so sometimes 42 doesn't solve everything-

Holly_Loves_Reading on Chapter 46 of hmtb: Oh my god they’re so cute! Not even a little bit healthy, but so cute!

Pidgey05 on Chapter 47 of hmtb: Omg 200k words of pain and now finnally some fluff T^T it was so beautiful thank you author, for this gift 🤣

SongbirdQuela on Chapter 48 of hmtb: Everything’s going so well! Oh jee wiz I hope nothing goes incredibly wrong, boy would that be a rollercoaster, oh golly I can’t wait to see absolutely none of the characters doing anything self destructive!

Heartpaw on Chapter 48 of hmtb: “Did you two have a romp?” Says you. Your the one not wearing you own pants. Are you sure YOU didn’t have a romp

also have a kiss collection of you guys going insane <33

The_Pesky_Crow on Chapter 28 of hmtb: 12 Chapters from now, in a land far far away, the Grain kisses the Scar

Linkito on Chapter 41 of hmtb: I absolutely cannot believe that I binged this FORTY ONE chapter fic of A HUNDRED AND SIXTY THOUSAND WORDS and these idiots haven't kissed. Unbelievable. You're taking slow burn to a whole new level bless you and also I hate you LMAO

Bones_exe on Chapter 44 of hmtb: I'm going to be a crinkly old man by the time these two smooch huh?

Chocolate_Cake_Enthusiast on Chapter 44 of hmtb: JUST KISS ALREADY. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. PLEASE JUST KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xanadu:Wynter on Chapter 45 of hmtb: PLEASE JUST ONE KISS

Bioluminescence on Chapter 45 of hmtb: I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO KISS I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH AND THEN THEY DIDN'T this is honestly so predictable of you though smh

and some bonus screenshot stuff <3 (first two from elegy, the rest is hmtb)

(in the one below you can see a beautiful duality of comments /pos)

i hope that was fun. i had fun putting this together <3

love you guys!!

----- questions from >>this ask game<<

#ange answers #comments appreciation #seriously comments mean so much to me #thank youuuu #ange rambles #i can't help it sorryyyy kjcnbxk #feel free to come ask more stuff <3 #and yes link #your comment got featured #i love it #i love all of them

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crazybutgood · 1 year

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Thanks for the tag ages ago @purplehotmess ! And @nelweensfic as well! Sorry for the late reply,, am catching up with my mentions now

8 shows to get to know me (well, more like my tastes actually) better:

Taskmaster

The Boys

The Mentalist

The Good Place

Schitt's Creek

Patriot Act

Orphan Black

Only Murders in the Building

ETA: cannot believe I forgot to add Our Flag Means Death 🫠 There's a lot of shows !! Skjfjajd

Tagging @fantalfart @goblinmatriarch @thehoneybeet if you'd like to do this, and anyone else who wants to as well~

#@yuvika i also loved austin and ally !! like so much #tagged #tag game #personal #shows #these are just 8 that came to mind #amongst many #q

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silverstonesainz-archive · 2 years

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📃 the recipe book

[ request guidelines ]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ send requests HERE :;

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬…

-> be specific & simple specify what player & give me a scenario. no ideas? prompts are linked below!

blurbs/headcanons [ "i never forgot you. i couldnt" + charles pls! ] ig/bereal edits [ can i get mick x reader soft launch ?? ]

keep it as simple as you can! super intricate + hyperspecific scenarios usually call for one-shots & longer fics, both of which i cannot commit to writing.

-> the yes and nos.... i'm fairly open to most scenarios but there are a few genres i am not comfortable writing:

━ m x m ━ incest (step-sibling relations included) ━ any kind of weapon play ━ breeding kinks ━ accidents + hospital (social media aus) ━ nsfw social media aus

any & all requests that contain what is listed above will be deleted.

𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 please only request the drivers listed below. if you request any drivers that are not listed below, i will delete the request.

carlos sainz jr charles leclerc daniel ricciardo mick schumacher lando norris pierre gasly lance stroll max verstappen nyck de vries

𝐚𝐝𝐝-𝐨𝐧𝐬 here are links to different prompt lists for blurb requests! you obviously don't have to use them, these are here in case you need ideas!

when requesting from these lists, pls be sure to type out the full prompt and lmk which driver as well! (prompt + driver)

01. extra shot (angst)

02. extra sweetener (fluff)

03. cold foam (hurt + comfort)

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫

i reserve the right to delete any and all requests that i receive that do not follow any of the requests guidelines listed above, or are sent in when they are closed.

#silverstonesainz guidelines

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phantom-of-the-ruckus · 2 years

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Final part of my long Analysis of the Hello Puppets midnight show trailer!

I copy and paste from the 2nd part because I'm very tired and I still need to add the tags, but also this is important info

First and foremost, please check the prior parts for congruency and seeing other interesting details and stupid jokes I added to this:

Part 1

Part 2

Here's a quick important note that you need to read first before diving into this long messy post:

TW: Scary imagery, demonic character, blood, saws, bear traps, gore

If you see this TW this will signify a trigger warning. I'll try to give some space to avoid individuals who do not which to see it time to skip it. SAFE means that you can read this part ^^

SPOILERS!!! is a new addition to those who do not want to be spoiled over certain puzzles presented in the BETA. END!!! means they are done

Majority of pictures are from the trailer, others will be credited to the sources along with a link)

Heavily suggest that you watch the trailer first because we're gonna get spoilers

Without further ado let's continue!

Nick....why you look as if you ate at Taco Bell?!/j

I actually told this joke to @official-crucified-mortimer (I'm just tagging my friends because I love them)

Also.

A very creeping painting of your puppet staring at you?

Put a spiderweb on it :D

Ok, jokes aside. I speculate that this is a strategy to deal with the puppets. Put party string on the posters so they cannot jump and attack you. I actually never thought it could be used that way.

Also, it looks like this is a new poster type. Looks pretty darn weird but Daisy has a similar pose

I also forgot party string would be an item in this game so....

yeah

I also noticed that in the trailer (spiderweb string thingy moment) we are carrying a poster for the game. I can't tell if it's the Mountain episode or Mike Masters. Maybe is a new one, but I find it curious that we have to carry one. Maybe it's for a puzzle in Nick's level or something.

Here's a far glance of Riley's map

I wonder if we're going to a different part of the studio or a floor. I never really got how the studio was built. Also, what is up with the blue and red light?

Stop it and got it by accident. I love it

also

HE HAS A SAW

TW: For saws and bear trap

Two things I want to mention.

I think we got to see this on the BETA (not sure) it is in fact a Riley's level

The task we got

So this room actually gives me anxiety because it looks like the closing walls type of puzzle. I actually wonder how the hell did Riley got so many saws

but more importantly this:

It looks like we are going to have to solve dangerous puzzles to unlock secret rooms. This is quite cool tbh

Quick side joke!

I honestly love how pretty darn weird Daisy's traps are.

Also the fact that she placed a cupcake-

SAFE!

@sarilolla did mention, if I remember correctly, that perhaps we could get some audio logs

I found this icon while checking for things I missed

This is going to be interesting!

TW: Gore, Scary imagery, demonic looking character, implied murder

I did see it on the trailer, and this was actually the first thing I stopped to look at see at.

First things first, I love the drawing! Wonder who the artist is and I wonder if we are going to get more pictures like this from the other characters

Secondly, if you look up you will see that the battery task is also here

I have a small speculation about this:

I believe that the battery task may be for the final levels of each of the characters. My best guess is that each time we play the gallery, we are going to see the handeemen look more and more demonic as the game becomes harder.

This actually scared me a bit and it is well done!

SAFE!

My best guess, is that this is going to be a scene short for the game. Based on the pose and the fact that we can see the puppet's doors. I can assume this may be a jumpscare

Aperantly someone broke the collectable we got! I blame Owen >:[

Also, we get back the Mort-in-the-box for the first game! Cool reuse of assets and it's a bit weird seeing Mortimer's later design in the prequel game

Also

The good boi

Quick glimpse of a very important escene

I am not sure if this is a glance at the final level of the game (my speculation you maybe play against all the puppets (including Mortimer) or Mortimer is the final boss or this was teaching you the mechanics of the game

I also just wanted to show how one of the items suppose to work

Poor Daisy :[

The safety ABC!

Always

Careful

This is quite hilarious. I applaud them.

Another cutscene revealed in the Trailer it's just Mortimer with the girl as his hosts.

There is nothing particularly scary about this place

Plz visit any time soon :D

Alright, those were all the details I could find in the trailer. Jokes aside, I'm going to be a lil serious in this ending conclusion.

I thought it would be great to address a quick cool observation I found when listening to the dialogue of the game. I like how there's a hit of a demonic voice when the characters are upset (excluding Mortimer)

I just thought it was a nice simple detail added

I do find curious Daisy and Nick's lines in the trailer.

Daisy demanding Owen to hug her seems strange to me, but also makes me think that perhaps she is one of the least evil characters. She is still the sweetest towards you as well as Nick. Makes me wonder if they actually do have a conscience or reflect their "in-show personality"

Regarding, Nick Nack's lines, outside the jokes of Daddy Issues

I do find interesting his desperation to get his father love. He appears alongside Mortimer to call Owen their father, it is a very curious fact about why Daisy doesn't

Riley is quite proud to admit Owen, out all people, is her father.

We did see a glimpse of Nick fighting over his instincts of hurting Owen in the game over scenes of the demo, so we do know that he appears to be the most emotional and the lesser evil of the four.

However, I found that his line

"LOOK AT ME, FATHER! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!"

It appears that Nick doesn't receive too much attention or wishes to be seen more. He did sound like a little toddler during that scene, but it did make me wondered why would he want that attention and why did the devs chose that line over.

I went back and decided to listen to each introduction Mortimer gave to each of the Handeemen, just curious to see if he happened to hint favoritism. I noticed this.

Out of the three, the longest time Mortimer talks about a Handeemen appears to be Riley's introduction, and she was the first

The shortest time he takes to introduce one of the members appears to be Nick, and he was the last.

His descriptions go to a bit detailed to just a basic overview.

Riley is the only one that Mortimer mentions what she can actually do. He just mentions that you can help Daisy bake a pie, and that Nick is a Thespian and an artist

He describes Nick in the vaguest way possible. He doesn't really mention his personality (although Mortimer says Daisy is the sweetest and harmless)

My best guess, this is either just a coincidence or another clue to get to know how Mortimer may have some preference over the Handeemen.

It appears that Riley is the favorite, my best guess is that she's the most cruel and evil in comparison to Nick and Daisy

Since Nick appears to be the lesser evil, Mortimer may favor him the least.

I also wanted to add a small speculation regarding Owen's character. Wondering more about some of the stuff he has seen on the trailer, I was thinking he's more of a morally gray character .He has done both good and bad but appears to be acting more for selfish reasons rather than heroic which I find interesting to see.

Overall, I'm eager to see how the midnight show will be and what facts will be given

Hope you all enjoy this long analysis ^^

Feel free to add to this.

#tw: saws #tw: gore #tw: scary imagery #trailer spoilers #tw: implied/referenced murder #hell #riley ruckus #mortimer handee #Nick Nack #Daisy Danger #Hello Puppets the midnight show #This took me a while #glad it's done #Now time to add the links #hello puppets #tw: spoilers

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the-blind-geisha · 2 years

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okay listen, it's so damn late and I told myself to leave the next message to your for tomorrow but I cannot help myself. And it's because I saw something interesting you added to your post.

I mean those aesthetic thing. I'm gonna be honest dear, I'm cringing when I look at this...

...because I'm the person who did them.

Damnit, Oreana! you indirectly exposed me in like, third respond to my anon messages??!! I'm beyond angry but in a very good way. In very exciting way.

And as much as I cringe at these edits (cuz I could do better now!), I cannot describe how happy I am to know you still kept that. It's... such an amazing feeling. I'm beyond happy that I might even shed a tear or two. Absolutely amazing. And I'm absolutely thankful cuz holy eff. You don't even know how much. Truly. It can be seen as nothing but thanks so much for having them saved. Although I must say I saw that you still have them on your blog. Amazing feeling, that it wasn't deleted. Ah, I meant I wouldn't mind if you deleted them! After all, it was something made for ac so yeah!

Yes I start to ramble, sorry, but I'm so so so so thankful.

Thank you, dear. Truly, thank you.

But well that should explain to you how I remember that Emmett had the ability to change into the horse. I never forgot, nor I forgot your Oreana. Holy eff, I even remember how I started to simp to her brother (I hope it was her brother) and I requested a short fic with him.

AHGGG this is beyond exciting! Kinda overwhelming too, especially for 2am.

Anyway, don't you dare think I'm gonna ignore the talk about overlord, happy farm and demiurge. I'm gonna get there, I'm just too excited to share this all and expose myself even further.

But I will say that I'm glad to hear you beat the anemia's ass. That's always good to hear tho but yes. Slay!

But truly, damit Oreana. I cannot believe this happened. And I cannot believe I wrote this instead of acting normal.

Love you, dear. Even after all of those years.

- Pandemonium

(sorry if I don't respond immediately to your potential reaction to this. it's truly too late here but I just, couldn't help myself)

So it IS you! ♥ Funny thing... you said Emmett turning into a horse, and yeah—he could in Oreana's version of her world as that was his dream land animal form—BUT...I still remember when you had that Horseman idea, and Emmett would even turn into her steed! Funny story to add onto that one: Cheshire, Demona's NPC in Overlord, actually took some of the ideas from that where his little necklace turns into a shield when he transforms. X”D

Wow. No fooling?? OMG, I'm so glad you're okay! ;~; I sadly couldn't give you a name, because I know you changed blogs so often that I couldn't really give you one! But yeah! I remember you! And of course I kept them! I have ALL those edits. All of them. ♥ Just because the fandom hurt me didn't mean I ever wanted to be rid of the treasures people gifted me. ♥♥ I even have the one you did of Oreana's older brother.

I think it's because I changed my name. It used to be one word, remember? Now it's The-Blind-Geisha (because I swear if I heard someone make the joke 'hate a house' one more time, I'd riot lol). But they are under 'for me' tag:

I also have this one still I know you did:

Yeah! Her brother Emuntin! ♥ We even did a small RP about that, I think?? Goodness, it's been so dang long! Good memories though!

Awwwr, still! It was a joy to read! ;^; Thank you so much again, hon. It was wonderful to catch up with you!

Love you too, hon! I am so relieved during this crazy time you're okay. ♥♥ Puts my mind and heart at ease.

(Sleep, silly! You deserve it!) ♥

#i was hoping it was you!#i only have good memories of our time together so don't you worry none #take care hon!#mod answers #anon #anon: P #anon: Pandemonium

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msommers · 2 years

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I would love more Maeve + Superstore thoughts, her friendship with Jonah sounds amazing

(i forgot about this in my drafts for too many days bc i’m a huge dummy don’t look at me here we go slamming post lmfao) oh boy, the tags were a 30 second long goof experiment but i'm always prepared to extend that for any scenario. let's make up some absolute nonsense for the lulz and cuteness.

literally do not ask me why posh brit accent maeve is working at a store in missouri because i don't have time for it and that's not part of the "everything here is for fun" theme.

one of her running gags is that she’s always talking about concepts for stories and tropes that she wants to explore/deconstruct, but anytime she’s asked about progress she’ll have some wild explanation for why she didn’t get very far into writing. there have been at least two rr martin comments made about how long it’s taken her to finish her first book. jonah, amy, sandra and cheyenne have all read some of her short stories/misc chapters of the first book because they’re here favorites full stop. final two seasons are for sure the “oh [bleep], maeve published her book and it’s really taking off” arc for her.

cheyenne is the little sister that she never had, they have matching nails and accessories all the time. maeve often does her hair for her because it’s fun to them and gives them chat time.

she did sandra’s hair and make-up for her wedding 🥰

was genuinely intimidated and putoff by dina for a good while but i cannot be talked out of believing that they wouldn’t have a c-plot in a later season episode of maeve making dina look as hot as can be and trying to teach her how to flirt without being so blunt. is she successful with that last bit?? not really, but she gets to dress dina up and also receive some good advice on not taking people’s shit along the way so that’s fantastic (garrett’s dying in the background and that’s all part of the plan tbh)

obligatory b-plot of maeve having to explain bisexuality and polamory to the breakroom clowns because most of them can’t understand her love life. probably came about as a result of another running gag where maeve talks about one of her dates and it doesn’t add up with her former comments much to the confusion of her coworkers, and then she has to whip out the lecture because she gets accused of straight up lying or fooling around on her partner.

once accidentally made people think she and amy were going on a date because she told justine they were "going out for dinner tonight" and it started an entire Discussion behind their backs (she does, in fact, put out the offer to amy before leaving work. gotta shoot that shot, maybe amy’s feeling a little curious that night who knows a girl can dream)

she and jonah instantly connected and became great friends. they share a specific optimistic outlook in the way that they can see the world for what it could be instead of what it currently is and it’s something that brought them together, then kept them close even through the rough times. she loves his commitment and dedication to any cause that he undertakes, his efforts are inspiring and keep her going whenever her own start to waver. she is absolutely obsessed with how he consistently finds a way to put his foot in his mouth during any conversation, the yin to her yang as maeve’s known for being able to spin a web as quickly and for as long as necessary. their shared need to be validated and praised goes a long way between them because they’re annoyingly nice to each other all the time. they’re those two at the breakroom table talking animatedly about their latest interest or topic they picked up from a podcast/news article/reddit post (toxic masculinity, current politics, feminism, some obscure piece of history or a cryptid of the week, etc). he’s endlessly patient with her and she’s beyond thankful for it. flipside is that she unironically loves listening to him go off on his Woke Rants and gets bullied about it but doesn’t care, she’s there for him through the relationship struggles and does her best to give advice while not stepping over the line (might toe it once or twice but. what can you do, she’s a drama lover). she might have been late because beauty routines but she was also there each step of the way for the union work, besties get it done. maeve sweet talks them and then jonah goes on a righteous rant it’s a win/win.

i think it’s entirely possible she and jonah dated because of how well they get along, but i don’t see it lasting a crazy long time. maybe two, three months at the most (perhaps it’s mostly bc i’m an amy/jonah hoe and they belong together forever but whatever, don’t perceive me). a scenario where they’d both decide it’s better they stay friends and they get away with it without much weirdness, aka maeve’s fine and jonah or the coworkers makes it awkward sometimes before it settles. i do in fact think he’d be the first love interest of maeve’s that i can see her using “baby” as the primary petname because like,,,it’s jonah. you get it. if they dated, she has a photo taken of them from one of their dates taped up in her breakroom locker and it stays up there until she leaves the job bc she adores it so much.

insert bit where maeve makes a threesome joke with her + jonah and amy, and there’s a pause Just long enough with everyone looking between each other that it appears genuine consideration is there but the camera cuts before anything else is said. the world may never know what happened after that

everyone keeps trying to make drama between her and amy because they’re both close to jonah, but i fully believe maeve would adore and respect her far too much to reach any level of rivalry. she’d be in awe of how strong of a woman amy is between raising her children and working her ass off so successfully, and i imagine a lot of their bonding would be maeve persuading her into taking time for herself or them having girls’ nights (whether by themselves or with some of the others).

put the tabby obligated “they have two hands” joke here about maeve/amy/jonah. i haven’t put any thought into if it’d work out or if the other two could be into that sort of relationship but i’m legally and morally obligated to bring it up on the principle that it’s My Thing.

#ch: maeve sommers #i don't know what else to tag this as so i simply won't #days later tabby here: i have vague memories of writing these things super late at night so that's prolly why it was forgotten #between that and dnd the day after lol #a whole load of rambles and y'know what that's tabby all over so i'm leaving it like this #we're not here for neatly organized or fancily worded thoughts #thank you for the ask!!! it was so fun n cute

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