#i blame the fact that this is the first part of the new log and the content made me go into Academic Essay mode

[aethercores]

✮ GREEN TINTED ;

alternatively, what are you, jealous? ft. rafayel, xavier, zayne + gn!reader/mc [non-established relationships] 1.2k+

can you really blame him? sure, rafayel’s had all the chances in the world to come to terms with your oft-busy life, but he’d brushed those away with the practiced swipe of an easy hand. you'd promised him your attention, after all, and the sea had bore witness to your vow. he finds the finer details don't really matter, even if all his whining after you've missed a few calls might lead you to think otherwise.

it's your new profile picture, though.

rafayel's usually the first to notice any changes to your icon or any new moments, and just as quick to take on your thoughts for any changes to his own. he'd never given any thought to reciprocation, to you asking him for his opinion on which picture of yours might be cutest to post but— there's some... some guy there. and you've got your hands cupped around his face while he stares at the camera like a fish out of water.

with the light press of his teeth to the insides of his cheek, rafayel tries to brush this off. whatever 'this' is. his fingers swipe over to your chat log of their own accord. he'd been meaning to message you anyway, maybe he can just remind you there's way better pictures in that photo album that he knows you keep?

keen eyes swipe over your last exchange. 'read'. like sand grains on an oil palette, he only barely feels the grit before impulse rushes over like a tidal wave—

playing kitty cards at home isn't quite the same as at meow's café, but xavier's found that there's a different feeling that comes from having you in his home like this. the cozy arrangement of blankets and little cushions across the living room floor. the warm tea on the table between you. the shared space. it's not quite the same, but he prefers it.

it's with a loss at the end of a few rounds that you smile, thoughts drifting from your defeat, stretching your arms above you before slumping back a little. "i might have to get going," you say lightly, checking the time. late afternoon. "i'm meeting up with zayne later."

his brows furrow, a delicate gesture as his eyes stray from your own across the low table, searching for recognition in memory. that you've named anyone clues him into the fact that this is not a new introduction, that you've mentioned them before. it is familiar but, among the friends and family he's heard of in passing or between exchanges, this one's a little different—

"your physician?" he asks, face tilting upwards as you rise to a stand, the blanket drapping softly back onto the floor. "dr. zayne?"

the smile on your face grows a little then, amusement playing in your eyes for reasons unknown, but xavier's always felt warmest with it in sight. even if he is a little confused.

"well. yes," you laugh a little, "but we've known each other since we were kids, so the 'dr. zayne' part is still taking some getting used to."

there's a lot of context missing here, that much he can tell. it seems you become aware of that gap too, your intentions divided between the hunter watch you check once more and the cooling tea in your cup. you smile at xavier once more, a little apologetic, and he wonders if your attentions are similarly divided.

there's not really any time for that, though, but he's left with the thought a little longer after you're gone. brushes his thumb over the lip of your cup. leaves it undisturbed.

the look zayne fixes you with is placid. that is, to the untrained eye. cool eyes draw calmly from your hunter watch, propped face down upon the table, back to your own. it's subtle, but meaningful, and he knows that you know him well enough by now to know better.

"just ignore it," you say, hand waving through the air in easy dismissal, and he pretends not to see the way your grin widens as you peer up from your card hand to the complex array of kitty cups before you both, currently at an impasse.

it'd been an odd choice, he'd noted as you both sat down in the café, to separate the device from your person. after all, zayne had seldom seen you without it ever since you'd become a hunter, an essential piece in both the professional and personal capacity. he'd know.

irony answers the call to action as the watch flashes once again — the fifth occurrence in a three minute interval — and a small vibration lightly rattles one of the closest cups. a double-pointer blue proudly boosting your score by +10.

it startles you, and you send a minutely too-prolonged glare to the offending piece as though it had purposely made to sabotage your entire game.

he smiles, lightly. "would you like to swap cards?"

you're not a good bluff. though you shake your head, another flash rattles the cup before you've had the chance to verbalise your thoughts. zayne takes the cue, and considers his own hand — catalogues his assists and future turn order — before speaking, "someone's trying hard to reach you. are you certain it's not an emergency?"

you laugh a little. "no, i'd know." the bare hint of a scoff follows, and he can tell it isn't aimed at him, but it seems mostly good-natured, a little teasing. "bad timing, but i did say i had plans today."

someone vying for your time.

it's not something he's given much consideration to before, as someone with such a stringent schedule of his own. zayne decidedly ignores the light flare in his chest at the choice you'd made and doesn't linger on a hypothetical cause. pride has an interesting way of unfurling set shoulders with just the lightest of touches.

you do end up winning the game, though he doesn't entirely feel as though he's lost. you both settle outside the café as you readjust your scarf, the breeze picking up a chill.

zayne waits, patient, turned towards you. "i still have the rest of the day off," he says. it must not say much to you, this half-sentence of his, as you blink up at him. his eyes drift upwards.

a precise, but gentle hand, carefully brushes the top of your head, cool fingers lightly touching your temple before coming away with a stray leaf. he smiles, lightly, and his gaze returns to you once more, elucidating, "is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

he feels a different sort of flare in his chest as he watches as your eyes light up, your excitement suffusing through even the layers keeping you warm.

"yeah, there's—" a subtle, but sudden, flash emits. below, from where your watch has been reunited with your wrist once more. you deflate a little, then perk up a little, made indecisive and a little troubled by some sort of unforeseen circumstance. "there's this food market, but i already promised xavier we'd go later tonight... rain check?"

zayne's eyes glance between your own for a moment before he nods, calmly assenting to the offer, and bypasses the unfamiliarity of the name and the implied familiarity of those plans. there's a light press, a pull just on the edge of taut, between his shoulder blades. he lightly shifts them, a little heavier. doesn't verbalise questions that even he leaves unacknowledged.

"of course."

#zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #zayne got the one-two this time bc the other 2 had to contend w him #c.writing

[shina913]

Breakfast (Part 2) | KMG

Breakfast, Part 2

Pairing: Mingyu x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: Established relationship; domestic au; smut; little fluff

Warnings: porn with a tiny bit of plot; cussing; fingering; penetrative sex; unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship

Word count: 1.8K words

Summary: Mingyu has to leave for work but gets sidetracked.

A/N: This is a sequel to this initial story but you don't need to read it before diving into this. The first part just provides a little context. Anyway, this is nothing but horny word vomit and I blame Mingyu. Please send your complaints to him. Kthxbye.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

You smelled the coffee before opening your eyes. “I’m going to kick your ass if it’s not at least 7:30AM.”

You just returned from a long holiday week, spending time with each other's families. You decided to fly back a day early so you could both recharge before going back to work. That included sleeping in.

Mingyu’s boyish laugh was enough to make your toes curl. “Close enough,” he replies.

You opened one eye, then the other. As your vision clears, you are greeted by the sight of him, crouched by your bed, dressed in his suit. He looked so delectable in it.

Since your less-than-ideal chance meeting the morning after your respective one-night stands, you have gone on a few dates and discovered that you enjoyed each other's company, with and without clothes.

He rises from the floor and then settles on the edge of the bed, looking apologetic. “I got a call this morning and they need me to come in today. I wanted to let you know that I made you breakfast before I headed out.”

Cooking was his way of apologizing for spoiling your day off together. You didn't really have anything specific planned, except you wanted to reclaim some quiet time that you missed while your family was around.

You sit up and lean against the headboard while Mingyu hands the mug to you. His eyes are fixed on your cleavage, barely covered by a worn-in tank top that you had on.

“Points for the bedside caffeine.” You accept the mug, blowing on the piping hot beverage before taking a cursory sip.

“So sexy,” he murmurs, his thumb grazing over your hardened nipple through the thin material.

His touch sends a shiver down your spine but you cheekily swat his hand away. “Hey, don’t distract me. I thought we were supposed to have our day today,” you frowned.

“On the contrary, I think you’re distracting me. Very effectively, in fact.”

You eye him in his suit, then hum in agreement. “I know the feeling. Anyway, do you have to go in? Can’t you log in from home?”

He sighs softly before explaining why he has to go into the office. “A couple of projects need some senior staff oversight. It’s just a couple of meetings, then I’ll come right back in time for lunch. I promise!” He plants a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and gives you his cute, puppy-eye look.

How could anybody resist that? Your face visibly relaxes, quelling your annoyance.

You take another sip of your coffee and gaze at him appreciatively. "Have I told you how much I love seeing you in a suit?”

His suit was bespoke, and his shirt and tie were perfectly coordinated. While most suits simply enhanced a man's appearance, Mingyu took it to another level that could be considered illegal.

“Yes, you tell me all the time,” he purrs.

You lean in and run your fingers over his tie. “Is this new?”

His eyes track the motion of your hands. “It is. Why?”

"Feels nice. I can't keep my hands off it." Thoughts of him wrapping it around your wrists come to mind, causing you to squeeze your thighs together. You hoped you were discreet enough that he wouldn't notice the movement under the sheets.

The faint twitch in the corner of his mouth and his raised eyebrow indicated otherwise.

“I know what you’re trying to do.”

You bat your eyes at him innocently. “I’m just…admiring the tie, that’s all.” You release it then smooth it over his chest.

He takes a beat, then stands up and takes your mug, placing it on the nightstand. Next, he catches the edge of the sheet and tosses it aside in one smooth motion.

“Lie down, spread your legs.”

You obey, pulse quickening as you slide down to your back. You had to admit that your state of undress compared to his being fully clothed—especially in one of his sexy suits—was wildly exciting. It created this power advantage for him that was a serious turn-on for you.

“Are you wet?” His tone was dark and dangerous. It excited you.

“Why don’t you find out?” You teased.

His jaw ticks, and he narrows his eyes at you. Whenever Mingyu looked at you like that, you grew more eager by the second. He hooks his finger on the waistband of your panties and starts pulling them down. You raise your hips slightly to assist him in removing them.

Once you were exposed for him, you allow your thighs to fall open. He strokes a finger through your folds, gliding gently over your clit.

“Getting there.” Cupping you in his palm, he met your gaze. “We should rectify that.”

You knew he had important business to attend to and it would be irresponsible of you to make him late for work. But he knew that whenever you were needy for him, he would prefer to take care of you first.

“W-what about your meetings?” You shivered as the tip of his finger circled your opening, teasing you further.

“They’re cutting my vacation short. I can afford to show up a few minutes late.” Eyes glittering, he slid a finger ever-so-slowly inside you, making you sigh and your eyelids flutter.

“Hmm...” you crooned.

“You like that?”

Something about his gentle ministrations left you speechless for a moment.

He added another finger and went deeper, making your muscles clench in response while heat swept over your skin.

Bending over you, Mingyu lowers his lips to yours. While you enjoyed his mouth between your legs, kissing him like this gave you just as much pleasure. You moan against his kisses while his fingers massage you inside and out.

The pleasure of his touch sends goosebumps racing up your arms. You pull your shirt up to your chin, clutch your breasts in your hands, squeezing and pulling on your nipples.

He lifts his head and takes a glance at you. “You look so fucking hot right now.”

Shamelessly, your body writhed as you rode his plunging fingers.

His mouth slides over to your jawline, then moves to your chest, nudging your hands aside with the tip of his nose. He bites down gently on a nipple before wrapping his lips around it, suckling softly.

“Ahh…more,” you gasped.

“I know, baby,” he murmured as he smiled against your skin.

“Please, I want your cock in me,” you begged.

“Need to make you cum this way first.” His tongue curled around your other nipple, flickering teasingly over it.

You’re dizzy with arousal but mildly aware that his fingers stop moving in and out of you. After working you into a frenzy, he begins to apply soft but steady pressure against the roof of your core. His efforts give you that all-too-familiar tingling buildup within you, making your belly tense up in anticipation of what’s about to happen.

“F-fuck, yes…yes, right there! Don’t stop,” you choked out. He obeys and concentrates on the spot you’ve directed him to. Everything in you tenses like a coiled spring until you find yourself teetering over the edge.

“I’m…c-cum—“

With one definitive curl of his fingers, your thighs quiver before you feel a warmth rush out of you, dripping into his palm. You let out a long, stuttered moan while he continued to massage your flesh, intent on coaxing all the pleasure out of you. Your hands grip on his shoulder until your climax eases.

“Atta girl,” he smiled. 

You open your eyes and your gaze wanders over to the bulge in his pants. "We should take care of that. Can't have you walking into the office in that state.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Whatever you want.” You bite down on your lip and palm him through his pants. He would love to fuck your mouth, but not when he’s in a rush. His thoughts are interrupted by his watch buzzing. He briefly checks the screen before turning his attention back to you.

“But if we don’t have time…”

“Get on all fours, now,” he ordered.

“Are you sure—”

“Now.” He says more firmly.

You scramble and shift on the mattress to get into position, ass up in mid-air for him. His hands steady your hips, angling you just right to make you both feel good. His fingers graze the tender flesh between your legs, checking if you were still wet from your orgasm—which you were.

Not long after, you feel the delicious stretch in your center.

You both let out gruff sounds of pleasure when he pushes into you. He pulls out just a little, then slides back in slowly. You press your face deep into the mattress, relishing the feeling of his cock massaging the bundle of nerves deep within.

Finding his rhythm, he fucks into you, thrusting in a steady pace. You claw at the sheets, moaning helplessly.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

Your legs shook on a particularly deep downstroke. There was nothing else you could do but take whatever he gave you: the rhythmic slide and pull, coupled with the sounds of his hunger that escaped his lips. The scrape of his pants against your thighs told you he had pushed them down only far enough to free his cock, a sign of impatience that turned you on wildly.

One of his hands left your hip, moving to your front to rub circles over your clit.

“Oh my god,” you cry out while writhing in his grip. Over and over, he plunged into you repeatedly until your body hit its limit.

You came with a scream, quivering as your orgasm took over your senses.

His thrusts turn harder, raw grunts and moans spilling from him while you offer no resistance as he chases his own climax.

You feel his thighs slam against yours, then he shudders. His neck arches and he gasps your name. His face twists in agonized pleasure, eyes losing focus as he emptied himself into you.

He pulls out of you gingerly and you both collapse side-by-side onto the mattress.

“Let me just say,” he pants, “this was not what I had in mind when I brought you coffee.” He presses a quick kiss to your slicked forehead. “Not that I’m complaining.”

You giggle and curl into him while he wraps an arm around you in response. You catch a glimpse of the time from his watch. “Shit. Now you’re super late,” you grimace. “I’m sorry.”

He laughs huskily. “I’m not! I got an email alert saying that the client rescheduled the meeting and pushed the deadline back.”

You scrunch your face in confusion. As far as you’re concerned, you were both busy fooling around for the last half hour. “When did you get that email?” 

“Right before I told you to get on all fours,” he says mischievously.

And now, you realize that you vaguely remember him glancing at his watch before he fucked your brains out.

“I’m off the hook! So we can have our day after all,” he beams.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Is there anything you want to do? I mean, you know, after we get cleaned up?” He chuckles.

You pause to think. After a few seconds, you declare, “Definitely–breakfast first! I worked up an appetite after all that.”

He guffaws at your response. “That’s my girl!”

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[the-somwthing]

OFFICIAL DOUBLE LIFE SECRET SOULMATES POST TO EXPLAIN THE PLOT

I will state nothing but facts here for other fans to interpret.

- Grian finds out Scar is his soulmate. He’s devastated by this but obviously tries to keep him alive, not telling him that he’s his soulmate until the end of the first session

- Important to note that when Grian was still trying to find his soulmate and tested with BigB, upon finding out they weren’t soulmates Grian said he had “never felt so heartbroken”

- Scar, upon finding out Grian is his soulmate, doesn’t really care about that much, already insisting the Jellies are his soulmate and it was even his thumbnail. He lets Grian drag him to his new home but doesn’t make any other efforts to work with him

- Eventually, Grian decides he wants a new soulmate, and sneaks into Box with the intention to “steal Ren’s man”

- By chance, BigB finds the heart and cookies before Ren does, and takes down the evidence as instructed so Ren won’t find it. He is on board with having a secret soulmate.

- BigB ends up being unable to hide things from his soulmate, he just can’t stand to lie to him, so he tells Ren about the secret soulmate, not revealing who it is but telling him that he has one

- Ren seems to misread the situation and believes BigB just has a secret admirer, which he declares is okay, because they can “look but not touch”

- BigB then of course misunderstands believing that Ren thinks this whole thing is okay to Ren, which I don’t blame him for because he DID explain things that (spoilers) Ren gets upset about later. But also Ren definitely somehow misunderstood, and maybe BigB should’ve caught onto what he was saying.

- BigB and Grian hang out as secret soulmates, BigB telling Grian that Ren doesn’t know who it is, but that he couldn’t hide it from Ren (“you know me”)

- Eventually the Relationship Ranch happens. BigB and Ren go there and despite getting into a few fights and failing some games, things seem to be going okay at the end… until BigB mentions that he saw his secret soulmate. Side note, I freaking love that part, Scott’s like “okay I’ll just step away to evaluate your score” and talks to his audience like “yeah I think I’ll tell them they need to work through some things” and as soon as he comes back Ren is yelling “YOU SAW THE SECRET ADMIRER?!” and Scott’s just like “oh that changes some things”

- Ren logs off in a fit of heartbreak. BigB then celebrates. After returning home he cries about it. He doesn’t want to lose Ren

- Grian and BigB continue to see each other, exchanging goods. Scar sees them at some point.

- btw, I forgot about the Broken Hearts Club, but I will say, you’re all probably thinking it happens after the Relationship Ranch. It doesn’t. Ren joined BEFORE that. Why? Because he went home and BigB wasn’t there once 😭 he came back later and Ren was happy again. Back to the plot

- Ren and BigB, who are now red, are forced back together. Neither one really wants to leave the other so it’s pretty awkward, until BigB reveals the gifts Grian gave him (that he wasn’t supposed to share with Ren I think. He of course cannot hide things from Ren and loves Ren so he shares them with Ren). Ren suddenly changes his mind on the whole secret soulmate thing, and decides he likes it and BigB should continue to see them.

- Scar gives Grian some cookies “for his secret soulmate” as you know an iconic call out line. I will say he literally did not care about anything Grian was doing up until this point. They do not discuss this further, Grian denying he has one.

- Grian Freaking Kills Ren (Which Kills BigB Too)

- As ghosts, Ren says that he and BigB were “loyal to each other till the very end”

- Grian holds a funeral for BigB. BigB as a ghost accepts Grian’s apology and forgives him. Grian declares they are “still secret soulmates”

And that is the entire Secret Soulmate Drama summarized. If I got anything wrong, let me know.

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[jessilynallendilla]

Danny Phantom Episode Breakdown

Part 1

Fucked Up Facts In Bold 

1 MYSTERY MEAT 

Danny states he wants to be an astronaut  

Sam thinks ghosts are mainstream like cellphones (this show aired in 2004 cellphones we’re common but not every teen had one but Sam is rich so unsure if she’s just playing being disinterested to throw Jack off or she’s genuine)   

First appearance of Danny’s ghost sense  

Ectopusses first appearance  

Jack is an expert in ghosts but has never seen one  

Fenton thermos first appearance  

Jack was born in a log cabin in the woods doesn’t remember where but as a child wanted a pony but had to eat horse meat during the war and had a problem with it (show aired in 2004 he was in college during the 80s so which war)  

His parents invent the Fenton Finder and when outed by it almost comes out 

The one-time Jazz drives Danny to school Jack immediately thinks she’s a ghost  

“Why can’t they accept me for who I am?!” first hint of Sam’s issues with her parents  

It’s been only a month since his accident he still can’t control his powers and thinks he should tell his parents  

He already wants to be normal and Sam gives him the unique is good speech  

Sam’s an ultra recyclo vegetarian Danny explains she doesn’t eat anything with a face on it (does this mean she’s just a vegan)  

Tucker has a heighted sense of smell when it comes to meat can tell what someone ate for dinner the night before  

Sam’s wore down the school to make a new lunch menu to entirely conform to her particular diet (which is grass on a slice of bread)  

Lunch Lady first appearance she was summoned because the menu was changed  

Jack built a new weapon to use on his daughter who he believes is a ghost with no proof and only Maddie is concerned he is wrong and could hurt her Jack says it can’t unless it gets into hair which it does and painfully rips all the hair off his head  

Lancer first appearance  

Tucker can sense the totally not real all steak buffet in the teacher’s lounge  

Dash first appearance and he’s angry his order of mud pies has mud blaming Sam calling her Danny’s girlfriend which they both deny  

Dash acknowledges these are his best years and after high school his life will suck  

Sam says the mud is actually topsoil (I think parents will have a problem with the school feeding their children dirt)  

Lunch Lady looks like Tucker’s grandmother  

Lunch Lady is angry the menu was changed after fifty years (so was she this school’s lunch lady did she make the menu has she been dead for at most fifty years)  

First appearance of “going ghost” catchphrase and on-screen transformation  

First appearance of ghost tail  

If superheroing doesn’t work out he can have an exciting career as bus boy  

Lunch Lady can control lunch and everything related to lunch  

First appearance of Danny turning others intangible and is excited it worked  

Lunch Lady makes a meat suit out of the actually real all steak buffet from the teacher's lounge leaving them only one bone  

First appearance of Lancer cursing in book titles “Paradise Lost”  

Danny depowers on accident  

Tucker was repeatedly in trouble for loitering by the girl’s locker room  

After 34 broken beakers Danny’s been banned from handling fragile school property  

Lancer is biased against students willing to exempt Dash from punishment because he’s a star football player  

Tucker’s meat sense is strong enough to scent out where the meat is in the school   

The school keeps boxes of meat in the basement with no refrigeration  

Danny has ghost powers but Tucker is the weird one  

Tucker just carries around a fork and knife (those better be plastic because real ones would get you into major trouble at school)  

First appearance of Danny able to stretch himself  

After his first fight Danny passes out from exhaustion and depowers  

As soon as Jazz walks through the door her parents throw a smoke grenade and attack her  

Danny sleeps as his friends carry him all the way home  

Maddie tells Jack Danny isn’t a ghost Jack doesn’t think he is but is still suspicious of Jazz and she tries to get the modified vacuum cleaner to let go of her hair  

Tucker freaks Danny out saying he was unconscious for days when it was only a few hours  

Tucker and Sam then leave having an argument on whose fault it was and about changing the menu   

Overnight Tucker arranged a meat fair/protest at the school and Sam a vegetarian protest and demand Danny take a side  

Sam says ultra recyclo vegetarians don’t have to waste time cooking their food (so ya’ll just eat raw veggies)  

The Lunch Lady attacks first appearance of Star and the two hug Danny so he can transform  

Jazz is attacked by her parents after she just told Spike if he opens up to his parents they won’t attack him (can we have Spike be Jazz’s only friend at school can we make him into his own character like we did Wes)  

Danny flew through a plane twice but he was invisible/intangible what were those people reacting to before Danny shouted thanks and stole that man’s water (it was in a glass didn’t planes already switch to bottles in 2004)  

Jazz got her father to have a change of heart and Jack even stated he was turning his back on ghosts  

First appearance of Danny using his foot as a scythe  

Danny depowers   

Jack says ghosts don’t exist throwing the thermos at Danny  

Those little meat gremlins threw Danny to the ground from that height they fully expected to kill him a human child   

Danny manages to transform and save himself and him saying thanks for the thermos was enough for Jack to feel vindicated ghosts are real and gloats in Jazz’s face  

Danny uses his ghost powers to operate the thermos (he changes human again off screen between that and capping the thermos)  

Danny decides not to tell his parents having decided fighting ghosts is what his powers are for  

Lancer blames this all on the trio and has them clean the school grounds until nightfall  

Danny being petty with his powers and crushing Dash under an avalanche of garbage dumpster meat 

2 PARENTAL BONDING 

First appearance of the Fenton Ghost Fisher  

There is a Fenton urinal  

Danny reels in Dorathea’s dragon form/first appearance of Dorathea 

Dorathea loses her cursed amulet as if falls into Danny’s bag changing her back to normal and she goes back into the ghost zone crying that her horrid mummy won’t let her go to the prince’s costume ball  

First appearance of Paulina and she’s so hot boys can’t take their eyes off of her to the point of tripping over themselves  

Sam says girls like her are a dime a dozen Tucker and Danny immediately start counting their pocket change  

Sam says you can’t judge a book by it’s cover (this will be the theme of the episode won’t it)  

Sam takes offense when Danny says he gets weak kneed when he talks to girls implying she’s not cute  

Sam pushes Danny to go shoot his shot but his uncontrolled powers cause his pants to fall down in front of Paulina  

“a gentleman usually tips his hat but I’ll give you points for originality” (I can’t tell if she was making fun of him or trying to lighten his embarrassment)  

Sam calls Paulina shallow which she takes offense to and as revenge will lure Danny away from her (she calls Sam a goth geek but to me she seems more like a poser)  

Dash pushes Danny into a locker to introduce himself to Paulina (does this mean they didn’t know each other before this)  

 Danny is petty with his powers again overshadowing Dash/first appearance of overshadowing and gets Dash to say embarrassing gross stuff (note eyes turn green when overshadowed by Danny)  

“Why do I suddenly feel like scrubbing my mom’s feet?” (so does this imply when overshadowed it can have aftereffects of the influence is it permanent how long does it last)  

Paulina finds the amulet and thinks it’s beautiful (it’s not) and Danny lies that he got it for her in case she said yes to go to the dance with him  

He manages to stop his pants from falling down this time  

Paulina says he’s cute and has great taste in underwear (I don’t know if she’s genuine or this is her manipulation ploy)  

Paulina puts on the amulet and immediately becomes influenced by it  

Since Paulina is interested he forgets about getting the amulet back to his mom or sister who he believes could own it then his pants fall down  

Lancer sees his pants fell down again saying it’s the third time that week calling it “dropping trow”/first appearance of him using dated slang and he wants to meet with Danny’s father to talk about it in the meantime gives Danny a belt to stay “outta trouble with the man”  

Jack is so frustrated with his fishing he’ll take out his rage on the first person that gives him bad news so Danny doesn’t tell him about the conference  

Danny overshadows his father for the conference about the incidents with Danny's pants   

Jack/Danny lies that Danny studies so hard he forgets to eat Lancer says that explains things  

Jack/Danny flatters Lancer that’s he’s Danny’s favorite teacher and the Fenton's consider teachers underpaid and underappreciated (well he’s not wrong)  

Lancer is impressed and has Jack chaperone Friday’s dance “catch you later G”  

When finding out Danny can control people and they don’t remember Tucker wants him to overshadow a girl for about two minutes but Danny refuses telling him he can get his own date like he did  

Sam asks if he has to take off his pants and act like a dweeb for it  

A discontinued fleecy tee is so trendy the sales lady tells Paulina without one she’ll have to languish as a toxic social outcast for five to sixteen weeks   

This enrages Paulina so much she turns into a dragon and burns the display table  

Sam says she’s glad she’s not going to the dance saves her from wearing the lame dress her parents bought her (by her tone you can tell she wanted to go)  

Tucker can tell no one’s asked her and Sam is bitter that if she was as pretty as Paulina Danny says being pretty isn’t a crime Sam tells him looks are deceiving (this will play into the theme of the episode)  

Paulina’s dragon form is knocked out causing the amulet to fall into a lady’s sales bag she transforms back having no memory of the fight she puts the amulet back on and thinks the tee in the bag is hers saying good things happen when you maintain a positive attitude  

First appearance of Valerie she states she won’t go out with Tucker unless something happens that makes her dateless Kwan then appears/first appearance of Kwan saying his first choice said yes so he’s ditching her Tucker takes the rebound date  

Jack has no memory of agreeing to chaperone it’s just a vague blur  

Jazz says she knows Danny’s sudden clumsy nervousness is because he has a girlfriend Danny panics denying he’s not a ghost  

Jazz warns he better warn his date his family is insane if she finds out after marriage that’s entrapment (I don’t think it is)  

Danny walks out of the doorless kitchen but it then cuts to him opening a door and walking down the stairs  

Sam being dateless facetimes the two with the dragon research she did but the first picture of the amulet of Aragon shows it on a thin chain when the whole time it’s thick and sectioned like a snake chain (is it because if the serpent theme also the picture is colored and the dragon depiction is accurate and it’s supposed to be from the medieval era is it an artist's rendition is Dorathea and her dragon form from actual history does this world have ghosts and cursed objects and the general populace is just unaware)  

Sam’s final remarks hoping they have a wonderful evening on the date with the dragon is a cue for Danny to see she really wants to go they’re her best friends they should have known  

Despite Tucker’s protests Danny overshadows him to ask Sam out (so Valerie is gonna think Tucker ditched her)  

After Danny leaves his body Tucker was about to tell Sam no until he saw how hot she was in her dress (Sam you said your parents bought you that dress but it’s so your style I doubt that were you just deflecting your hurt feelings)  

Paulina’s dad is the protective Papa bear type and basically gave Danny the shovel talk  

“Let’s get down with our bad selves” “Yo shake that thing” “Hey G you’re my dog” (Lancer going full how do you do fellow kids)  

Danny lies to Paulina that the amulet is actually Sam’s Paullina is pissed but not enough to turn full dragon  

As Lancer talks to Jack about their discussion about Danny Danny overshadows Jack again and Maddie notices he sounds strange  

When Jack/Danny goes up to Tucker and Sam Tucker is all too quick to throw Danny under the bus  

Paulina refuses to give back the amulet or Danny believing he’s Sam’s boyfriend  

Sam explains he’s her best friend and maybe that’s why she why so hard on her and says she didn’t mean to call her shallow (this could be a great character moment for them both)  

Paulina then confesses she only went out with Danny to steal him from her and is disappointed so she put the amulet on Sam calling it crummy and goes to dump Danny calling him dorky  

This enrages Sam calling her a shallow little witch (you know it this wasn’t rated 8+ on Nickelodeon that would be bitch)   

Paulina faints from the shock (I mean yeah) 

Sam’s dragon form breaks a giant hole in the school roof and no one notices  

Danny sees the dragon is holding Paulina so it’s Sam he’s fighting confirmed when Sam calls Paulina shallow  

Jack doesn’t recognize Lancer and demands to know why he’s talking to Maddie  

Danny overshadows Jack again and lies that he didn’t recognize him because the light made him look like George Clooney (was he popular in the early 2000s) 

Apparently Jack/Danny and Maddie’s dancing is so good the people on the dance floor cheer  

Danny tangles dragon Sam up in the Fenton Fisher fishing line and removes the amulet and tells Sam she had a roaring time at the dance   

Dash tries to flirt with an unimpressed Paulina  

Danny and Sam go off to dance  

As Tucker bemoans being dateless again Dorathea reappears wanting to go to the ball and Tucker freaks out   

3 ONE OF A KIND 

First appearance of the Box Ghost (they’re fighting in a warehouse does this imply Boxy is a dead warehouse worker)  

That address on the box is labeled for Arlington Heights Illinois (they're also at a shipping at a port so is Amity Park in Illinois)  

Danny thinks seals are canines (I don’t think he’ll be an astronaut)   

Tucker fumbles the thermos dropping it and releasing dozens of ghost businessmen and the Box Ghost and it’s only 9 PM  

First appearance of Skulker who states Danny being half human half ghost makes him one of a kind making him a fine addition to his collection  

Skulker threatened Boxy that if he touches the cage he’ll adorn his fireplace with his pelt (so ghosts can be skinned)  

Jazz considers her mom a genius and is happy Genius Magazine a magazine by women geniuses for women geniuses about women geniuses will answer her request to put her on that month’s cover  

Danny thinks it is the swimsuit issue and thinks it’s gross his mom will be in it  

Jazz sees it as an opportunity for the world to see her parents as normal and not ghost hunting freaks Danny denies they’re freaks  

Maddie considers Jack to also be a genius as besides every genius woman there’s a genius man and Jack also wants to be beside her on the cover the world deserves to know the Fenton's are a family of geniuses cuts to Danny getting a D on the test (which makes sense those answers he wrote are nonsense also throw back to when they taught cursive in school and made us write in it)  

Sam tells Danny he can to research on the endangered Purple Back Gorilla proving they deserve to be set free (Sam you have a fundamental misunderstanding on the importance and purpose of zoos)  

Even Danny says he doesn’t have time to deal with her agendas but Tucker (blaming Sam for making him let all the ghosts out) uses his PDA to manage Danny’s time  

First appearance of Mikey and when he continues screaming after Skulker webbed him to the wall and yells at him about being the world’s greatest hunter Skulker scolds him to be quiet in the library and gags him  

Dash and another football player come in and the football player says he didn't do it but can appreciate high quality bullying (so bullying is highly prevalent at Casper High)  

The trio spent 6 hours watching a gorilla scratch his butt  

Tucker and Danny fall asleep hugging and Sam takes a picture to use as blackmail (I haven't seen a polaroid camera in years after everything went digital to the cloud they’re only just now bringing them back)  

Sampson the gorilla freaks out when he hears Skulker fight a tiger he points and pulls on the door and Sam just lets him out of his enclosure (not only is the switch unlocked it’s also unguarded did this zoo just let three teens spend the night unsupervised)  

Skulker’s binoculars alert him to an attacking gorilla right before Sampson goes apeshit on him (so is it because animals can sense ghosts or can Sampson sense Skulker is a threat)  

Danny and Tucker sleep through the gorilla fight and Skulker crashing through the observatory tower window and most of the gorilla ghost fight round two  

They are startled awake by the noise startled that they’re hugging and startled for a third time by the loose gorilla  

Sampson freaks out and runs from Danny’s ghost form   

Danny cuts Sam off before she warns him of the ghost and when Tucker threatens to tell everyone at school she released a gorilla she threatens them with the photo so they keep it a secret  

Maddie sees Danny looking like crap and doesn’t like his overnight zoo research Danny says they just some kids at a zoo at night alone  

Danny has a large sign on his door that says “DANNY’S BEDROOM”  

Tucker gives him 13 minutes to sleep but Skulker was waiting calling him ghost child and captures him  

Skulker explains he’s a collector of the rare and unique and that’s what Danny is and more (Skulker’s hair is now blue instead of green is it because of the dramatic lighting)  

Jack and Maddie hear the loud noises from the fight and assume there's a ghost in the house (well they’re not wrong)   

Sam says the noise Danny is making is from him lifting weights Maddie says he doesn’t have any when Danny yells about Jazz’s computer Sam says he’s using that  

Danny crashes making a hole through the ceiling and falls into the kitchen shattering the table and Skulker kidnaps him Tucker plays off the damage as him doing karate  

The interviewer is more interested in talking to Danny and Maddie wants to know what he’s doing too  

Skulker has a device that can turn on the ghost portal  

Sam starts lecturing about cages like how Sampson's a beautiful animal and deserves to roam free telling Skulker he should be ashamed  

Skulker than takes Tucker’s PDA to Tucker’s complaint that he had three more payments on it (so technology is ghost compatible)  

Now Skulker’s suit has to abide by Danny's schedule  

Danny hurries and stops his family and the interviewer from seeing his destroyed room the interviewer takes his brooding messy and reclusiveness as a sign of a true genius but complains he’s not a woman  

Tucker has a backup PDA to track Danny and Skulker’s schedule  

Skulker hid a booby trap in a milk carton but is interrupted by the schedule now Danny realizes he could use it to his advantage   

Danny gets Dash to open his gym locker triggering him to be the booby trap's victim  

Even Skulker knows Dash will have an average life after high school  

Danny now decides to plan to use the schedule to trap Skulker  

Where did Sam and Tucker get that lifelike gorilla costume  

Tucker hacks Skulker's PDA to mess with him as Danny fights him not taking the opportunity to power hi down before Skulker destroys that one and Tucker bemoans it had four more payments (I just looked it up the average price for a PDA in 2004 was about $350)  

Skulker has had enough and plans to keep Danny’s pelt at the foot of his bed instead of having him live in a cage  

Danny uses gorilla habits to call Sampson to fight Skulker declaring it was easy to learn his language when all he does is scratch his butt  

Tucker wonders why a ghost would need a high-tech battle suit right when Sampson tears off Skulker's head to reveal a little frog sized ghost  

Bending down to pick up the tech Danny is low and close enough to see something shocking about Sampson  

The Genius Magazine publishes about Danny being the genius child of a genius woman discovering Sampson is actually a Delilah “Nobody at that zoo bothered to see if it was a boy or a girl?” (I know this was meant as a joke but it is possible to be mistaken recently a zoo discovered a male gorilla was a girl after she gave birth)  

Lancer acknowledges he was desperate enough risk being mauled by a gorilla so gives him a C for it telling him next time try the library to get his grade up  

Danny wants to take his misplaced aggression out on something then Boxy shows up he has five free minutes four more than he needs 

#danny phantom #long post #dpeb

[laurelsofhighever]

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins Characters/pairings: Alistair x Cousland Chapter: 2/? Rating: T Warnings: None Fic Summary: The story of the Fifth Blight, in a world where Alistair was raised to royalty instead of joining the Grey Wardens.

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The encampment at Ostagar reeked of smoke, from the pyres for the dead and from the balls of pitch-soaked rubble the catapult crews had stored on-hand to keep the line of the horde back from the trees. Faint curls of it rose into a blank, grey sky, an expanse of cloud that muted the sounds of an army at war, turned the hulking southern mountains into smudges of washed charcoal on the horizon, and sealed the crown of the old Tevinter fortress into a bubble of still, humid air heavy with the threat of snow. No birds sang. Even the lay sisters’ recitation of the Chant of Light warbled only reed-thin through the ranks of oilcloth tents, the usual comfort of the words diminished in the face of the horror that was the darkspawn taint and its slow, inexorable transformation of living tissue.

Alistair disregarded all of it as he strode through the lines, heartbeat pounding in his ears. His brother’s words, not those of a king but a man struck by sudden, wearying grief, burned through him. Someone unexpected turned up this morning with Warden-Commander Duncan, brother. You… you should go and see her. A watch-soldier saluted him as he passed the gate from the main camp into a smaller cluster of tents girded by banners of fluttering grey and blue silk. Most of the warriors here – humans, dwarves, elves, and even some mages scattered through their number – paid him no deference. They attended to their weapons instead, or sat joking around their small fires.

The joking stopped when he approached. Some evidently knew his face and bowed their heads in acknowledgement, but the motion lacked the true humility most of the other soldiers would have shown. He did not care.

“The new recruits?” he asked.

A dwarf with a dark beard and a thick tattoo over one of his cheeks pointed the way before going back to his meal. Throat thick, Alistair nodded thanks to the rest of them and continued on.

He found who he was looking for around the next corner. A much larger fire, edged with stacks of whole logs to direct the flames skyward, stood on a small rise within an archway of crumbled marble, with the full Griffon banner of the Grey Wardens stabbed into the earth over a small group sorting through a pile of mismatched armour. Rosslyn’s back was to him, closing the last straps of a leather vambrace around her arm, her woollen tunic travel-stained and her black hair ordered in a simple braid down between her shoulder blades. Even so dishevelled, she was unmistakeable, though as he watched her scrounge for parts like a stray dog in a midden, unease drew a deep furrow between his brows. Aside from the fact that she was here at all – in the camp, in the wrong shade of blue – she ought to have had access to much grander garniture, the full set of plate that had been bestowed on her last name-day.

“– Anyway, name’s Daveth,” prattled one of her fellow recruits, a man with a thin face and close-cropped brown hair. “Since we’ll be fighting together. We should have each other’s backs out there, don’t you think? And if you don’t mind me saying, that’s hardly going to be a chore, with as lovely a figure as you’ve got.”

Alistair bristled, but she got there first.

“Do I look like someone offering favours in the marketplace?” she snarled. “Speak to me like that again, and your back will be the least of your concerns.”

“Alright, alright.” Daveth held up his hands. “Can’t blame a man for being friendly.”

She stalked past him to pick up a cloak and did not respond. Deep shadows haunted her eyes, and as he edged closer Alistair noticed the frayed strands of her braid where her hair was coming loose, as if she had slept in it and lacked either time or the inclination to brush out the knots. It was the snap of her voice, however, that struck like a lance in his chest. He had never heard it so cold, so like winter.

As he watched, another recruit, broader and balding, stepped up to the man named Daveth.

“Fool,” he chided. “Don’t you know who that is? That’s Lady Rosslyn Cousland, daughter of Teyrn Bryce himself. Even if you didn’t recognise her, a churl like you should still be able to notice nobility when you see it.”

Daveth looked her over, unimpressed. “Whatever she was before, she’s a Warden now. Anyway – how would you know who she is? Ain’t you from Redcliffe?”

“I was recruited in Highever. And my Helena would skin me if I failed to recognise the daughter of her liege lord.”

Frowning, Rosslyn turned. “You’re from Highever?”

“Ser Jory is my name, my lady.” He bowed. “I won the grand melee in the Satinalia tourney.”

“Yes…” she replied after a moment, voice hollow. “I remember presenting the prize to you. But you’re not one of my father’s knights.”

“No, my lady. As I was saying to this dullwit, I originally hail from Redcliffe, but Arl Eamon gave me leave to serve in Highever when I married my Helena. Duncan recruited me after my victory, though I heard he stayed behind to recruit at the castle as well. Isn’t it lucky we’re both to be given the chance to join the Grey Wardens?” He offered her a bright smile, but it dimmed in the face of her silence, turning brittle, and in his retreat his eyes locked on Alistair, eavesdropping just a short distance away.

“Your Highness!”

She stiffened. Two years, and she had barely changed, except that her features had maybe lost the final roundness of childhood; he recognised the storm-grey eyes, the straight nose, the thin mouth… His throat crowded sharply with all the things he wanted to say – an apology first of all, then all the thoughts that had risen to fill the hole of her absence – but his lungs would not work. She was not well. Her pale skin stood out sickly, like marble in twilight; there were bruises, a scabbed cut over her brow, and a lock of hair at the front of her head that had been singed almost to the scalp. Some more turbulent emotion ran beneath her shock at seeing him, but before he could work out what it was, she dropped into a low bow with the others.

“Your Highness.”

He had always hated that from her.

“At ease, recruits,” he commanded, waving his hand in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner as he came forward. The words he wanted stuck in his throat. “My lady…”

She interrupted. “His Majesty told you.”

“He told me you were here,” he replied.

“Then you don’t…?” A jagged breath tore through her chest and she reeled away from him, hunched over as if in pain. “Please –” she turned to the other recruits “– give me a moment.”

Daveth exchanged a glance with Ser Jory, then shrugged. “Hurry back, we’re all eager to head off into the Wilds, I’m sure.”

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As he followed her in search of somewhere quiet to talk, Alistair’s concern grew with every step. Nobody paid them any mind beyond the occasional salute, but people were scurrying everywhere to prepare for the next battle, leaving no empty corners for a private conversation. Eventually, he caught up to her enough to touch her arm and point up the hill to a secluded level of the ruins that looked over the cleared gauntlet the king’s army had cut into the mountainside to channel the darkspawn. It was being used as a store for pitch barrels, and the guard on watch only needed a glimpse of Alistair’s expression to duck into some more populated part of the camp. He watched long enough to make sure the woman was gone, then turned back to Rosslyn, who was looking at the cracked flagstones, one arm crossed in front of her as she tried to shrink away.

“I… didn’t expect to find you here,” she admitted finally, after the silence became painful. “I thought you were in Starkhaven.”

“Well, I’m not. I guess one good thing about the Blight is how it brings people together.” The joke fell flat even before it left his lips, drowning in the hurt of her eyes. He swallowed. “Cailan recalled me. But… you shouldn’t be here. Rosslyn, what’s going on? Your father would never have let you be sent to the Wardens.”

She snorted, not quite laughter. “Father’s the one who sent me.”

“What?”

“He’s… he’s dead.” A deep breath swelled beneath her Warden’s cuirass. “They’re all dead – Mother, Oriana. Oren. I’m sorry to bring the news.”

There was more to it – there had to be – but his mind refused to work, to parse the sullen bite of her lip and the way she turned away and would not meet his gaze. Whatever he had hoped of seeing her again shrivelled in his chest as grief roared in like a flame, not just for himself but for everything she had so clearly suffered already. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and carry her away from the battlefield, shield her from the ugliness of the darkspawn horde and the duty of all Grey Wardens to face it. She deserved better. Everything was wrong.

“What happened?” he managed instead. His hands stayed fisted at his sides.

She hunched further inward, as if he might have struck her. “Have you seen Fergus? He travelled ahead – he doesn’t know. He should have arrived by now – maybe yesterday, or the day before. I don’t know the layout of the camp well enough.”

“I’ve been supervising the outer defences for the past two days,” he answered. “But if he arrived, Teyrn Loghain will have settled him – he’s in charge of all deployments.”

“Where is he?”

“I’ll take you.”

“But –”

He turned back with a smile and a nudge of his head to offer encouragement, and tried to bury the separate sting of pain her reluctance caused even as she fell into step. To see her discomfort with him persist even after all this time chided as harshly as if she had shouted, or curled her lip in disgust at the sight of him – and yet the desperate apology, his only chance to beg her forgiveness, would not leave his throat. Glancing back as they wended through the picket lines, the war between horror and fatigue writ itself in every line of her body, in the strange, ill-fitting armour and the lank hair spilling from its braid, and his heart clenched. What benefit would it give her to ease his own conscience, when he had nothing else to offer? As a Grey Warden, if they both survived the campaign, he would likely never see her again.

She made no sound when they passed the infirmary. Wynne, the senior enchanter in charge of the mage healers, flagged him down to complain about the state of the beds and the lack of rest her charges were being allowed, but he barely listened. Rosslyn was staring at the soldiers lying on the narrow pallets set up under the canvas shelter. Some were quiet, still, but others writhed and moaned about monsters, terrible thirst, a song they couldn’t get out of their heads; all were marred by milky, sightless eyes and leathery patches of greying skin that pulled their lips back from their teeth like blooms withered by frost.

“This is the taint?” she asked. “This is what it does?”

“I’m afraid so,” the mage replied. “We do what we can, but it is beyond even magic to heal.”

Alistair touched her arm, fleeting. “This way.”

When they finally reached Teyrn Loghain’s pavilion, they found him poring over a supply list, dressed in a formal black tunic embroidered with gold, which gave his skin a sour cast and deepened the severe set of his mouth. He did not immediately leave off his task as protocol demanded, but straightened slowly, the Antivan leather of his gloves creaking as he turned and made a lazy attempt at deference.

“Ah, Your Highness. What can I do for you?” There was condescension in his smile, but when he glanced behind Alistair and caught sight of Rosslyn, the expression contracted into a scowl, a flash of recognition. “I see you’ve come with Duncan’s newest recruit. The king has been beside himself all morning about you,” he added with a jut of his chin.

“You don’t seem to share his enthusiasm, Your Lordship,” she pointed out, straightening to hide her grief under courtesy.

The teyrn huffed. “The Wardens are impressive but not as relevant as Cailan thinks, and despite your… upbringing, you are untested in the field. Tell me, will you be riding into battle with the rest of your fellows?”

She hesitated. “I’ll follow what orders I’m given.”

“If Cailan has his way, you will,” he told her. “For whatever good one extra Warden recruit will do.”

“The Wardens have been instrumental in our victories so far,” Alistair reminded him, terse.

“Skirmishes. Nothing to what is to come, or so the Wardens are promising Cailan.” Loghain’s mouth twitched. “Duncan only encourages his recklessness with embellished tales and dire warnings.”

“It sounds like you don’t think this is a true Blight.”

He gave Rosslyn a long stare. “We shall see. Now, do you have a specific reason for interrupting me, or may I return to planning how best to save all our lives?”

“His Highness –” she replied, with delicate emphasis “– brought me to ask you whether the contingent from Highever have arrived.”

Loghain frowned.

“I need to speak with my brother.”

“I sent him out at the head of a scouting party into the Wilds to track the position of the enemy.” A shrug. “He has yet to report back to me.”

Alistair took a step forward. “Cailan told you three days ago to pull our forces back from the Wilds after the last patrol was lost.”

“It was a necessary decision – or would you rather be fighting blind to the darkspawn’s numbers?” Loghain managed a sneer. “If you had more experience in these matters, you would see the value of that decision.”

“When did you send him?” Rosslyn asked.

“Yesterday afternoon, when he arrived. If that is all?”

Alistair made an effort not to grind his teeth. Cailan always excused the old teyrn’s informality as a holdover from the days when he had been in the Rebellion with their father, but the casual way he confessed to breaking a direct order rubbed at the years of training that enshrined the chain of command as the basis of necessary trust on the battlefield. A soldier had to believe their actions were part of a larger plan, and the generals needed every part of the whole to work in concert to achieve victory. If not for his worry over Rosslyn’s increasingly glazed expression, he might have gone straight to Cailan about this newest show of arrogance.

“We’ll take up no more of your time, Your Lordship.” He bowed stiffly. “But I’ll hear of it if you send any more scouts into the Wilds.”

He had to touch Rosslyn’s arm again to get her attention; Loghain had already gone back to his list.

She felt like ash, like one strong breeze might scatter her into a thousand insubstantial pieces, and his heart thundered as he guided her unresisting into the lee of one of the equipment tents, where they might at least have a semblance of privacy.

“If he’s in the Wilds…” She faltered, squeezed her eyes shut.

“I’m sure he’s alright,” he murmured. “You Couslands are made of strong stuff. Listen, I’ll order the guards on the gate to send a runner for you when he comes back. He’ll be glad to see you.”

“No, he won’t.”

What kind of comfort could he offer? Once, they had shared secrets and confidences, had leaned on each other in times of fear, and if he had ever seen her so close to crying, he would have bled to make her happy again. But he had ruined that closeness, and now even the ten inches of space between them yawned too far for him to cross.

“Rosslyn, I –”

“Recruit!”

They flinched. A giant of a human in the armour of a Grey Warden scout was closing on them, his mouth set in a grim line behind a close-cropped beard. One side of his tanned face was framed by a lock of braided hair, but the rest of his shaggy black mane hung to his shoulders in a style unfamiliar to Alistair. The man nodded to him before fixing his gaze on Rosslyn.

“We’re waiting on you.”

“Yes, ser,” she replied, straightening. When she turned to Alistair with a pale smile, she still could not quite meet his eyes. “That’s Rhodri. I have to go. I… It was good to see you again, Your Highness.”

Another bow, and another needle digging into his heart. Queen Anora’s lessons in propriety and his own awareness of his mistakes kept him from the urge to press his palm against her cheek, but the hesitation it cost him left her smile a receding memory as her weight shifted.

“If I see Fergus, I’ll tell him you’re here,” he blurted.

She nodded, and he watched her retreat, until she had long vanished from sight and his heart had sunk all the way to his boots.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dragon age: origins #dragon age fanfiction #alistair theirin #alistair x cousland #alistair x warden #warden x alistair #cousland #warden cousland #rosslyn cousland #grey warden #ostagar #my writing #as the world falls down

[whenthechickencry]

Umineko EP4. Replay Part 7

I am crying at this scene of course, but I think the reasons why for that are obvious so I kind of want to focus on Beatrice's words here. Battler was merely the thing that started the cogs of fate, *one* of the causes, for people that think "Oh you got forgotten and that's why you kill people that just doesn't make sense" The game is, from the start of this plot point, being clear that is not in fact the case. Btw, Battler describing this as some stupid sin is fucking heartbreaking.

I fucking can't my heart is crushed yet again

Aaaaan Battler deals with this by calling Beato a moody, unstable bitch, aahhh Battler....

The word "responsibility" must be incredibly harsh to hear here, where is Battler's responsibility for his sin?

This is Beatrice attacking Battler's identity as comeback for what he did, of course. Ange knowing already is kind of interesting, I think it's stated later that after 1986 everyone knew, but you get your first taste of that here.

Battler can say this, ofc, but he's too busy having a mental breakdown to notice, lol.

list of people who lied to people's faces in the games spotted.

It's kind of interesting to see how Kasumi's words exactly mirror what Ange was saying earlier in the chapter and face her with vitriol, of course Kasumi deserves it for what she's doing to Ange but, they both had the life they intended for themselves suddenly taken from them and became unable to build a new life.

Again, it's hard to not see Ange's harsh criticism as harsh criticisms of herself, too. She literally started this journey to take out her trauma on Eva and make her into the culprit.

Ange starts noticing the similarities herself, too!

Ange's 101 course on understanding Umineko's themes!

I don't really think you can push the blame to a literal 6-year-old like this, though. The responsibility of this obviously lends itself towards Eva, but I can understand Ange is introspecting and trying to come to terms with her abuse here.

Ange has come a long way into understanding people she dislikes, I think what caused her to kind of revert in ep8 is also the fact Rudolf and Kyrie are people she *liked*. I think she still struggles with understanding people as having both good and bad and idolizes part of them and demonizes other parts.

I had forgotten this scene but as soon as they mentioned the magic to be friends with Mama and i remembered where they were going I became so sad aaaaa this scene kind of hard to read too. Especially once you think how many people expressed these kinds of sentiments to Maria....

This scene doesn't really shy away from its brutality, which I think makes it strong one. Dropping a slur might seem excessive but that *is* the sentiment expressed by real people towards people with autism in reality. The fact it isn't scared of showing that makes it stronger and more real, to me.

It is really, really funny that Ange's example of white magic is uh magical murder of a bunch of people. Asakusa is the one doing it, but.

Oh, I forget she even drops character at the end, lmfao. And then Ange fucking dies.

As much as Ange might have grown here, she still thinks her life is fundamentally broken and not worth living without her family coming back, to the point of destroying Beatrice for that purpose. Bernkastel is enabling her by telling her only worlds of isolation exist.

Beatrice is so fucking destroyed by now.... her voice is so sad. The way she desperately needs *someone* to be satisfied with her even if its a 9 year old.

This scene is so fucking good and I would struggle to describe it with just the chat log so I took the video.... the way Ange's sprite changes to crying, the way Beatrice comes to the realization and starts crying herself too.....

Beatrice could have refuted Maria here. Could have told her the secret of Ange's magic, and probably could have destroyed both her friendship with Sakutarou and Ange in the process and made Maria more dependent on her.. But she chose not to. She dearly cares for Maria and chooses the best for her even when it meant to step into a world where she saw no allies anywhere, a world where the only thing left to do in her mind was suicide.

Ange says while crying. This is obviously that is something above what Beato can do at this point in time, but Ange can't admit that, or else she would have to deal with the fact she sent Beatrice on a suicide march. I am not trying to demonize Ange, though. The same understanding that leads you to Beatrice also leads you towards understanding Ange.

I think the point of this red, Ange is my sister red, etc. Is to get you thinking about what the re means. Even if it's not an 'objective' truth it can still be declared in red as long as it is treated as true by the game.

And, as a last step in order to reach her goals, Ange rolls back any progress Beatrice has made into getting Battler to understand her. She is once again demonized in her mind and now he has activated his hero complex in order to get him to destroy her. Beatrice plays along because by now the only thing she wants is for all of this to end.

Well I don't have any comments here, Battler.

Beatrice....

#umiepisode4 #umineko

[stardustedknuckles]

I absolutely cannot get over how many of Beau’s interactions with the Cobalt Soul are straight up affirmations. I mean the only harm that ever came to her from there was offscreen and it was a brutal sort of trauma to be taken from her home, but nearly every person of authority within the Cobalt Soul speaks to the parts of Beau that have gotten her cast out of everywhere - up to and including her own family - and they tell her: these flaws are also gifts. We do not aim to beat these characteristics out of you, but to point you in the right direction so that your natural skills and reflexes are of benefit to you and the world and not the source of your own destruction.

And all of this is before we hear of the investigation into Zeenoth, but I don’t doubt that the way others speak to her - especially given their ranks - is colored by the knowledge that at the very least, there is no reason to simply let her comment to Zeenoth ride. Yudala is the High Curator and Dairon is who took those words seriously from the start, and the both of them have only ever treated Beau as someone with great potential and have valued that her mind and her will are her own. They sent her out into the world not because they didn’t want her, but because they did and the only way to have her would be on her own terms. I don’t know what the first two years at the monastery were like in terms of who Beau answered to, but whatever impression she left was enough to have a full-blown Expositor go after her and track her down for the express purpose of teaching her the way she needed to be taught. Every disciplinary report Zeenoth logged, every rumor or recounting of whatever shit she’d gotten up to now - there was always someone watching her patterns and looking to know more about the person behind them, not just judging her faults. And not only that - someone as insightful as Dairon was almost certainly judging Zeenoth himself as a teacher, placing any blame squarely on him in his role as the one charged with her success. Exactly where that blame belonged and where it had never been put before. It's always been Beau carrying that blame, even as a kid. At some point she weaponized the failure to live up to expectations, and it is fascinating how Dairon was able to see it and understand why because of their own history.

And it paid off in such a huge way. Watching Yudala tell her how highly Dairon had spoken of her, the way she stammers “oh yeah, I uh. Didn’t expect anything else, great!” only to immediately relax when Yudala follows that up with the comment about her extreme impetuousness. Beau doesn’t want the sort of reputation or perception she would be beholden to. She doesn’t want people having an inflated idea of her - expectations she can fail. It is explicitly the mention and respect for what’s by and large considered a negative trait that makes her shoulders smooth out and her confidence return. The fact that the Soul recognizes these things about her is comforting - the fact that they value her for the same leaves her surprised and pleased and wrong-footed in a new way, immediately.

(And watching Yudala completely turn Beau upside down with all of this is Yasha, who writes a letter not even a week later to express the very same sentiment. That’s no accident.)

#beauregard lionett #dairon #yudala fon #cr c2 #look all I did was turn on the episode for two minutes while I planned to have a quick snack #and instead I got slapped by this interaction with Yudala

[zodiac-senpai]

With the details for DLC2, "Matricaria" (sequel to "Myosotis", which was basically Yujikiri-topia), we not only get a new story but also a lovely new character who might as well be the newest addition to Kirito's ever-growing male harem~

Meet 【 Log 】（ログ, Rogu)

As "Kirito" would describe him:

"A young man, dressed in burly attire, possessing a delicate face and slightly tan skin. He had short, pale green hair, with part of it worn in a low ponytail. His aquamarine-green eyes were sharp and his right eye was covered by a thick black patch with a small blue bead tied to it. Neither slender nor bulky, his abdomen was particularly well-toned..."

As we can see from his design, he has dayum muscles, and my god, they're beautiful 😳💚

I just can’t with his abdomen 😮‍💨💕💥 The lighting is just 👀👌🏽💯💖

I love his crop top armor so much it’s… just so tempting… Kirito is going to lose it at some point and just start groping him to his bisexual heart’s content 🖤🍆🏳️‍🌈🍈💚

As we can see, his weapon is a one-handed axe and shield, which makes sense with his Tank class, and desire to “protect” Kirito~

The fact he wears an eyepatch on his right eye most likely means that he broke the Right Eye Seal on his own, meaning he went against the Taboo Index.

One of the rules in that accursed thing is that you basically “can’t fall for someone of the same sex”, which was the reason why Dakira was converted into an Integrity Knight. And given Log’s obvious gayness for Kirito, it’s likely he broke through the seal all on his own 🙌🏽

He really spent the whole trailer talking about wanting Kirito’s attention, even if for a moment 🥺 💕 To be gazed at by him, be important to someone, compared his yearning for the Black Swordsman to hunger itself 💖🙈

OUR BOI BROKE THAT EVIL SEAL WITH THE POWER OF GAY ✊🏽

Official Trailer:

And in the key visual we see Kirito putting his arm on his shoulder with Eugeo~

And in the PV, Kirito was the first one to look at Log and was practically staring at his abs 🤤🥰

Of course, who can BLAME him? 💕😳 (Those back muscles... 😩😩😩)

Point is, we are truly BLESSED with this upcoming DLC and I think we should appreciate Log, the stunning love child of Iskahn, Bercouli, Eldrie, and Renly, more 💕💕💕

#PLEASE GIVE HIM A BED SCENE 💕🙏🏽🥺💕 #I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THEY INTRODUCED A NEW CUTE BOY WHO IS CANONICALLY PINNING FOR KIRITO #FINALLY. HE'S NOT SOME DOUCHEBAG OR ANTAGONIST MEANT TO MAKE KIRI LOOK GOOD #I'll pay to get this good boy a bed scene 💚💚💚 #a new character and they're NOT another waifu? if i'm dreaming please don't wake me up #i wanna stay in this dream for as long as i can dfjbdjfbdjf #kirito come and give this man your love. you can date both eugeo and him. god gave you two hands for a reason 💙🖤💚 #time to make my love for log everyone else's problem 😂😂😂 #it's been at least three days and i'm still a mess over this boy lolol #his outfit looks so gooood on him 🤤 #you can reblog this now kiri-thirsty 😂😂 go nuts 😋😋😋 #I SO need to get back into lycoris skjdbskjdbskj #sword art online #sao alicization #logkiri #log (sao) #log #kirito #kazuto kirigaya #eugeo #bishonen #muscles #video #pretty boy #pretty boi #i know pride month is over but still 🥰 #sao really said gay rights and it's ABOUT TIME!!! #kiri-thirsty and i fell into a spiral of madness the moment we saw him 🤣🤣🤣 #gif #gifs

[davestriderascend]

the homestuck reread, pt 5

ive apparently finished what the map is deeming "part 3", and there are starting to be. a lot of subacts. and i am having a hard time remembering them all. and the map doesnt mark the subacts. so im just going to recap up to the end of part 3 now, before the act 6 act 6 nonsense sets in in full.

heres the previous recap if you missed it (meenahbound), and heres the first one if youre new.

Act 6 Act 4

this is the subact where the alpha kids enter their session! we are introduced to their planets, given a little glimpse of what theyve been up to, and their imprisoned jack noir gives us a wonderful little tally showing us exactly how much time has passed between their entry and when their adventure next picks up (153 days, with their adventure starting 11/11, and ending 4/13, so like five months). its super short and like nothing happens. moving on

Act 6 Intermission 4

breaking slightly from the previous pattern of a6 intermissions checking up on literally everything non-alpha kid related happening, this entire intermission is devoted to caliborns brand new session as he argues with hussie, shoots gamzee a lot, and is generally a tool.

The Characters

its in this act that hussie talks to caliborn about the consequences of him killing callie. basically, in killing her, hes stunted his own growth so that he will never reach his full potential as an adult, bc he didnt dominate in the traditional way. this is probably why lord english isnt shown with wings, the way other adult cherubs are. they also talk a lot about how this has impacted caliborns session and made it unique, (and they continue to talk about this in all of caliborns intermissions,) but im not gonna get into that here. caliborn is kind of implied in this act to have some kind of learning disability? which is. hm. its not framed great im gonna be real.

hes still a tool, hes still creepy, he shoots gamzee a lot and theres a whole elevatorstuck bit in this act that made me laugh really hard, but otherwise theres nothing else to say here.

Act 6 Act 5 Act 1

this is where we start getting into the sub sub acts. this is also where 99% of the alpha kids session stuff happens. everything with the alpha kid sprites is here, the jake, dirk, and jane mess, The hal and dirk conversation, and roxy briefly getting jailed by condy and discovering the void ring. this is also where calliope is first revealed hiding in the furthest ring. a6a5a1 is actually split into two separate parts, so im just talking about the first part here (yeah, i know).

The Plot

the jake, dirk, and jane mess is infamous. its hard to believe that all of that drama literally just happens in this one fucking act. even more so, its all contained more or less in three fucking pesterlogs. fr. people have so many opinions on this shit, i am just literally going to copypaste the relevant logs, even! youre welcome!

this is the majority of the really potent stuff. the way it reads to me, jake and dirk started dating when they entered the medium, and have been dating for the past five months, until jake suddenly stopped talking to dirk and dipped. jane mentions that jake has complained about dirk to her more and more over the past few months, and asked her less and less about how she was doing, so shes basically stopped contacting him altogether. dirks role in this act is virtually nonexistent, so we dont get any idea of how hes feeling about this until his conversation with hal, wherein he blames hal for scaring jake off w hals machinations in getting them into the medium, and hal says that blaming him is just a way of dirk trying to cope with the fact that he blames himself.

the reality is the alpha kids session gets very little screentime. we have no idea what really happened during those five months, and we never get to know. but it is worth noting that these kids are extremely isolated, and this is also dirk and jakes very first relationship ever. its going to be very new, very confusing, and there is also a lot at stake if they break up and dont stay friends, especially if it ripples out to the larger friendgroup. im sure all of that has a huge impact on the way they handle things and the way it explodes at the end.

personally, i find the parallel between jake and jane to be the most interesting thing here. while jake repeatedly checks in with jane to make sure hes not driving her nuts, and dirk checks in with jake to ask if he needs space, both jake and jane, instead of communicating their problems, refuse to say anythign about them. they avoid the issue and let it fester, pulling back from the relationships until they both have a lot of resentment for the other party. in both cases, that resentment explodes- with jake going no contact with dirk, and jane blowing up at jake. theyre really bad communicators, honestly.

The Characters

when i talked about roxy in a6a2, i was pretty harsh, and i said all of that keeping in mind that iw ould be revisiting her here. in a6a5a1, roxy gets sober. and when she is sober, she is so kind, and thoughtful, and strong, with a great love for her friends and a deep fear that she isnt worthy of them. she has a close relationship with fefeta, and its through her talking about fefeta that we actually learn about fefeta, given that feferi, nepeta, and fefeta never speak from the moment of fefetas introduction. she admires her mom, and is so excited and nervous to meet her in person, and her mom is actually the reason she decides to give up alcohol! she wanted to be a person her mom could be proud of. i just. i love roxy so much she really is the best shes so kind to all of her friends and sweet w callie and shes also so fucking funny and i just. love her.

dirk continues his pattern of not being there much, mostly. his big moment in this act is his conversation with hal. apparently, he has literally not prototyped his sprite this entire fucking time bc he promised hal hed prototype him but doesnt want to and theyve been arguing about it nonstop for five months. insane shit. he had to bribe gamzee to keep gamzee from dumping random shit in, and he prototypes hal on the day that stops working. anyway, the conversation that takes place between him and hal in this act is one of my favorite moments in all of homestuck, its just so cool and theres really nothing else to say about it. if you havent seen this animation of their conversation you should bc its iconic

jake is... kind of a terrible friend, in this act. just objectively. the reality is, jake REALLY struggles with social cues and shit. hes just fucking terrible with people. he has no idea when jane is uncomfortable, no matter how obvious jane makes it, he has no balls when it comes to communicating with dirk, he makes all of his conversations with jane and erisol about himself (and kind of roxy, too??), and just. jesus christ. everything about his relationship with erisol actually is really really bad. its like what some people THINK john and davesprites relationship is like. idk thats like 99% of my takeaway from this act and i genuinely love him but this isnt a strong act for him

there are things to be said about jane, but i think ill hold off for a bit.

fefetasprite, as ive already mentioned, we pretty much exclusively hear about through roxys reencounters of who she is. she likes to gossip, and shes given roxy a ton of advice. apparently, in one on one conversations, shes a hell of a chatter box, btu seems to clam up in public for some reason. hussies always had kind of a running joke in the formsprings and whatnot about "a million worthless dead nepetas" and how, in the grand scheme of things, most of the characters introduced in hivebent arent important and will never be important, and it just kind of feels like fefeta not talking is an extension of that.

arquius is arrogant, and leans even harder into brodude type language than dirk and hal. hes casual, but full of himself and commanding, fully enthused to the max about both equius and hals interests (which have a decent amount of overlap anyway). he defers to dirk, commands dirk, and commands dirk to command him in equal and contradicting measure. hes really pumped about having a physical form, and even more pumped that that form is so RIIIIIIPPED, and believes that he is a sort of ultimate lifeform as a combination of machine and man. they experience a level of cohesion we dont see from the other doublesprites like tavris and erisol, and the only real instance where they seem to disagree is due to hals horror over equius's classism and behavior towards nepeta. arquius's name, interestingly, seems to imply that the name "hal" was in fact a joke all along, and that hal- or ar, i should say- does really consider ar to be his name. anyway, the bottom line is that arquius is fucking hilarious.

erisolsprite, like tavris, is made of two trolls that dont get along. however, eridan loves to bitch and moan, and sollux is ridiculously apathetic all the time, so hes continued to exist regardless. he hates everything, he complains almost constantly, he seems to enjoy complaining constantly, hes apathetic about jake and whatever the alpha kids are up to, but enjoys being a btich about it just enough to give jake a daily double bird. jake is a huge asshole to him and doesnt take him seriously at all, and despite that he still deigns to give jake advice sometimes?? erisol is hilarious tho and hes such a fun quirky chara and i love him a lot

Act 6 Act 5 Act 2

the trickster act. all things trickster happen right here. alllll of the things. dirk breaks up with jake, both arquius and erisol try to apologize to fefeta, and fefeta spritesplodes. they all get hella drunk and eventually crash sometime later on their sacrificial slabs.

The Plot

trickstermode is a fucking nightmare and i kind of hate it and i really hate everything its spawned in the fandom. did you know the tricksters dont have any kind of candy theme at all? i didnt. i fucking forgot. bc fandom. fucking anything seems to turn ppl trickster, also, and not just nonconsensual makeouts. jane kicks jake in the crotch. roxy gets a pumpkin smashed over her head. how did fanon fall so far

Act 6 Act 5 Act 1 Pt 2

after they crash, we return right back to act 1, swearing that well never speak of a6a5a2 again. there are a lot of big important conversations that happen here between the alpha kids. their sessions jack becomes jack english and hic becomes more aggressive in her takeover, and the insuing chaos causes the kids to go godtier, with the act ending with jane going crockertier and jade going grimbark.

The Characters

roxy talks a lot about her fears and insecurities in this act. its one of the strongest acts for her, honestly, and a lot of what makes me really love her so much.

like me, dirk also spends a lot of time in this act talking about how fucking much he loves roxy. roxy is TERRIFIED shes let him down, but all he can talk about is how much he adores and admires her, and how she means the whole world to him. he admits that he doesnt think he could ever kill her, for any reason, and looking back at previous acts we see a lot of examples of dirk risking everything to keep her safe over and over again. their relationship is so fucking important to me you dont even understand

i said id talk about jane later, and later is now. this act feels like a really good resolution for her re: jake. she and dirk FINALLY cut the shit and talk through their problems, and honestly, theyre REALLY good friends and their relationship is really sweet. unlike jake, who doesnt seem to have the balls to speak to anybody but roxy (hes dealing with a lot of self realizations rn, tbf to him), jane reaches out to roxy and dirk to talk through her problems and theirs, solidifying her friendships with both of them in a way thats really touching. jane, at her worst, can be stubborn and avoidant, choosing to let resentment fester over causing conflict or distance her friends to avoid harsh truths. but at her best, shes bold and clever, and a hard worker, willing to put in the effort to make things right.

Act 6 Intermission 5

this is where i started losing track of sub shit. intermission 5 follows the usual pattern of intermissions, with a check in on where the meteor and ship players are at as their journey comes to an end. it also follows the dreambubble players and their adventure, and what spades is up to. its during this intermission that the album cherubim is released, and act 6 officially passes act 5 in length.

however, the thing about this intermission is that its frequently interrupted by intermission intermissions featuring caliborns session, updating us on where hes at. so in keeping with that, ill summarize this intermission while also randomly interjecting with caliborns intermissions.

The Plot

the act opens on the meteor, with karkat planning an intervention for terezi with dave. while karkat is getting steadily more worried about terezi, as her mental health obviously begins to decline in tandem with her relationship with gamzee, dave is growing steadily more worried about rose, who spends a lot of her time drunk these days, which is negatively impacting her relationship with kanaya.

Act 6 Intermission 5 Intermission 1

caliborn has begun his session properly and is working on conquering planets. each planet is knocked into a black hole in order, billiards style, and after completing each other he gets a new leprechaun.

the battleship has landed on jakes planet. davesprite tries unsuccessfully to wake a sleeping john, and then monologues for a while about his experience on the battleship and how much he hates himself, before just fucking off and leaving

Act 6 Intermission 5 Intermission 2

caliborn has unlocked more planets. he thinks the leprechauns are annoying and their powers are lame.

at this part of a6i5, john meets up with vriska, meenah, and aranea, who have teamed up and put all of their plans together. right now, theyre searching for vriskas treasure, and vriskas put a little pirate crew together, which eventually includes feferi and nepeta post fefetasplosion. aranea tells a long story about calliope and caliborns parents.

Interfishin

meenah has to pee, and the pirate crew plays elevatorstuck

aranea continues her story and talks a lot about cherub biology. we see that gamzee had a role in raising the cherubs. aranea goes on to talk about caliborns dead session, and how he got to the point of conquering planets like we saw earlier, and the deal he made with his denizen. aranea talks a lot about leprechauns and charms.

meanwhile back at the ranch, dave and karkat are now talking to terezi about her relationship to gamzee, her guilt over vriska, her insecurity, and her newfound sight and regret over it. dave wins karkat tantrum bingo.

Act 6 Intermission 5 Intermission 3

caliborn and hussie discuss crowbars usefulness and caliborns eighth planet. clover hits on caliborn.

the pirate crew is almost to the treasure. john questions vriskas sanity and morality, while aranea tells a story about the rings of void and life. most of the pirate crew decide theyre sick of vriska being an asshole and dip, and vriska gives a long speech justifying her actions that has lived in my brain rent free ever since i read it for the very first time in 2015. i love her so much.

on the meteor, rose and kanaya get in a fight about roses alcoholism and the way shes continuously let the people around her down as a result.

Act 6 Intermission 5 Intermission 4

the leprechauns are all flirting with each other a lot.

meenah has a bit of a breakdown about how much she loves her friends and her life in the bubbles and how she doesnt actually really want to follow in the footsteps of hic. they find the treasure, before the story cuts suddenly to the adventures of viceroy bubbles von salamancer, which is 10/10 adorable and hilarious. the treasure is revealed to be the house symbol, and john sticks his arm in it, getting his teleporty canon fuckery powers.

Act 6 intermission 5 Intermission 5

caliborn complains about the leprechauns and hussie complains about vriska.

spades takes over the felt as their new leader, stuffs them all in an oven, and winds up in the furthest ring with a growing cast of characters (dirk, jack english, and eventually bec noir and pm). john keeps jumping around the canon and seems to love con air again

Act 6 Intermission 5 Intermission 6

caliborn is on his last planet and has come up w a plan to use his sessions jack to destroy the queen, planning to dispose of jack afterward. hussie isnt responding to his messages anymore, which pisses him off.

john flashes to caliborns location and gets punched into the present, on lomax by the landed battleship. while the kids on the meteor debate how to get off the meteor safely, grimbark jade appears and teleports them all onto lomax where john is. and thats the end!!!

The Characters

i really dont have anything to say here. ill probably talk about vriska and meenahs character development whenever they start dating. its heavily implied in this act that aranea has taught vriska the value of storytelling, while vriskas manipulative behavior has rubbed off on aranea, but ill also probably talk about that later.

The Album

cherubim is a themed album that centers around calliope and caliborn (obviously), and reminds me a little of prospit & derse in that the songs are presented in pairs, with opposing takes on the same general theme. red sucker is probably my favorite on the album, it goes hard as hell. i wasnt expecting to enjoy the album as much as i did! its great

Final Thoughts

with this so finishes "part three" whatever the fuck that even is within the vast context of homestuck. act 6 act 6, i remember well, is its own kind of monster with a gazillion subacts and shit, so i think it just makes sense to hold off on talking about that until another post. maybe my next one will be after the retcon? stuffs really picking up, and characters are getting a lot more fleshed out, so its a lot of fun to read rn. if like, so long.

EDIT: I COMPLETELY FORGOT but at SOME POINT during all of this the tumblr stoppedupdating. i dont fucking know when. anything i had to say about it i already said in the last post tho tbh. its fine. its nice. infinitely better than the formspring

edit: a6a6-the end of hs proper

#hs reread #recaps #homestuck liveblog

[ghooostbaby]

I keep seeing (and have seen in previous years) this wringing of hands about  the forest fires as ~vaguely~ ohhh, climate change!! in this way that makes the fires so huge, complicated, and impenetrable that it’s just sort of out of our control, nothing we can do but continue on consuming, working, and living in the same ways, and push the stress of not being able to breathe properly to the back of our minds... BUT, something I have also seen repeatedly over the years of forestry experts saying that the cause is NOT primarily climate change, but forestry mismanagement.

every summer for the last 10 years in Canada the western parts of the country (as well at the U.S.) has had escalating severe wildfires, people from the west coast talk about how the summers have become months of constant haze and bad air quality from the smoke drifting over from the forest fires. For the first year its actually on the east coast, where I live, and I’m experiencing that haze for the first time. I’m not an expert, but honestly I’ve read so many times there are specific, evidence-based steps that can be taken to prevent wildfires.

from my bit of reading, many indigenous peoples in these areas had practices of controlled, low-intensity burns to manage build up of material that will catch fire quickly - the colonizing governments banned those practices. hmmm. then there’s also the way so much of canadian old growth forest is cut down for logging and then replanted - BUT the forests they replant are not the diverse ecosystem of old growth forest, its usually mostly monocultures of trees. one documentary i watched talked about how because different types of wood burn differently, natural forests with a lot of diversity are better at keeping fire spread down.

anyway it bothers me to see this vague climate change dread translate into inaction and apathy, and this blaming of some impenetrable thing outside of us, when it is literally capitalism and colonialism. the fault lying with “climate change” is like there’s nothing we can do until all the vast interlocking mechanism of climate change are fixed, and there’s no way we can even understand where to begin with that, so we can only turn away. but! there are clear and simple choices we could make to make things better and we just ... persist in not making them? and if i, someone with no special knowledge of anything forest-related can learn about this from publicly available articles and documentaries then what the fuck is the government doing?

https://www.cbc.ca/news/science/what-on-earth-indigenous-fire-forests-1.6194999

The paradox, said Prof. Lori Daniels, who specializes in wildfire and forest ecology at the University of British Columbia, is that we've been so good at putting out every fire possible that it has led to overly dense forests and a buildup of burnable material like branches and dry vegetation.

If sparked in the summer heat, these "ladder fuels" piggyback the flames up tree trunks and engulf the crown, resulting in high-intensity fires like those in Western Canada this year.

But overdrive isn't fire's only speed. In fact, when burning in a lower gear, the environmental benefits of fires in forested areas can be bountiful.

#wildfires #forest fires #canada #climate crisis #climate change #forestry

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

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

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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-

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@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

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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!

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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!

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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

[spynorth]

POST SERIES 9 AU (that i haven’t named yet) BITS AND PIECES

he uses the name robert bell (for whom the bell tolls has a lot of moments that are very lucas aesthetic™ for me so i’m taking the character robert jordan and meshing his name with part of the book’s title)

he wears colored contacts. technically, he can change them out to different colors, but he won’t. its his opinion that striking eye colors make a person stand out, hence his switch to brown. blue obviously, is his natural color, and everyday people aren’t going to think colored contacts when they first meet someone

his tattoos are obviously a BIG indicator of who he is. like top thing he needs to fix. He begins before he ever leaves, considering removal is a time consuming process. His excuse, if anyone happens to take notice, is an easy one. The tattoos he has are associated with russia and what happened to him there. He wants to move on. People buy it, they understand it, they encourage it. He does leave quite a few which he begins to cover up/incorporate into more intricate tattoos without anyone knowing. He uses an alias unknown to mi5 when getting them and pays with cash so there is no trace and no way for anyone to visit the artist and ask what the new designs looked like.

Aurora has contacts through her career in journalism that would help obtain false identities. this is crucial, because most of lucas’ (both aliases and contacts used to get them) would be known by mi5

he has always taken out bits of cash from his account, especially when paid. he claims he doesn’t trust banking systems completely and asks if anyone can really blame him considering what they see on a daily basis. as such, he’s sitting on a fairly good stockpile when he leaves.

 for the first few months after ‘running’, he allows his hair to get insanely long but eventually changes it to something a bit more neatly trimmed and grows a beard.

 tends to avoid airports etc for travel because ...cameras... and obviously flight logs and records of passengers would make it very easy to be traced. He tends to either rent his own cars with an alias (with cash) or will hire a private plane etc (also with cash and an alias).

On the subject of aliases: He introduces himself to people as Robert Bell. For all intents and purposes, if he is in a place where he is trying to ‘settle down’, that is how he introduces himself. When hiring cars for travel or doing anything that involves any sort of ‘work’ that he is afraid might lead mi5 to him, aliases differ. He doesn’t often use one more than once within a certain time period.

 As they travel from place to place, Lucas and Aurora operate essentially as grifters in the beginning. They pick up odd jobs involving the need for someone discreet. A quick errand or three - a cheating husband, stealing something back from the ex wife during the night, easy things. 

 Eventually, they settle in a country that has no extradition treaty with the uk. Lucas originally thinks belarus will be a good idea - it’s proximity to russia are what offers him the most hope and the most unease simultaneously. worried about the FSB, he eventually settles on (i say he, but really its aurora making the decision)  cyprus and they take refuge there.

 he is not afraid of any intelligence agency bringing him to heel. he is prepared ( he believes) for anything mi5 or anyone they ally themselves with might throw at him.

 once settled in cyprus, he allows himself to look ‘professional’ once more, but he still stays fairly under the radar. their story is they are expatriates just looking for an escape from it all and tired of the cold. While they were still in Britain,  “Robert” worked as a financial advisor for a bank and “Jordan” taught primary school. They have been married a year and, after taking into consideration the fact that he was tiring of his job and she was grieving the loss of her mother, decided to relocate. Looking for something profound, just like in every other autobiography you see on the shelves. 

#this is why i don't write. #i'm too deep into this shit. #* headcanon. betrayal is a cancer. let it eat your soul. not mine.

[autodialog]

I never could get the hang of Thursdays

Hey.

Hey.

So... how've you been?

In the past I would, at this point, put on a show about being abandoned and unloved until everyone dropped what they were doing to tell me that I had some value. But I don't do that anymore.

No?

No. It's infantile. It's manipulative. It's the shit Rush Limbaugh used to pull to get laid. It's also completely against our new principles that we've been practicing.

You're referring to the dichotomy of control, aren't you?

That's one way to look at it. Because we're only supposed to worry about what we actually control, the things that actually depend on us to exist, we are freed from the need for other people to tell us we're good. It's nice to hear, but in some contexts it has no meaning.

Like all the apologies our Mother made us say when were being real shits as kids. We'd be forced to apologize and we'd say we were sorry but we resented it. We didn't mean it.

Exactly. Remember that time in the pizza parlor with our class on some field trip and you broke down in tears because you were afraid of being alone?

Why do you always remember the embarrassing shit?

It's my nature. You needed that hit of social validation so you went ahead and caused a scene and manipulated other people had to prop you up. We don't need to do that any more. In fact, the last time your manager told you you were doing a good job you were embarrassed.

Well, my job is my job. I don't really have a job that lends itself to quiet quitting.

Only because you don't have a formal job description and the very informal one you have you carved out for yourself. Sure, other people gave it to you. Do you even know what your job title is?

No.

When people ask you what you do for a living what do you tell them?

I'm in operations, which is frankly completely and utterly useless. I play with large datasets.

By the way, aren't you supposed to be working right now?

My work computer wasn't responding this morning and Windows wants to run updates.

So that's 40 minutes of your day gone.

Yup. So I thought I should check in with you.

I see how I rate with you.

Is this you trying to be manipulative again?

At least you're aware of it. To be perfectly honest, part of my job is to manipulate you. Part of my job is to use whatever trick is necessary to get you back on track. You are struggling with work, yes?

The phrase "drinking from the fire hose" has come up several times this week. Big deadlines, lot's of people need to do their part first, but I'm the one responsible.

No, you're the one who has to catch the ball once they throw it. You can't start until you have the data from them.

But I'm the one management asks for updates.

So "Pending these guys doing their job" is a perfectly fine response. You're no their manager so you can't really make them do anything. You're feeling pressure that isn't really on you. You just feel responsible for it all. You're not. You have your job, they have theirs.

But business shit rolls downhill. I'm pretty much the bottom of the crevasse. I can't push it back up.

That's two.

Two what?

Two times you've started a word with "but" and that's how I know you're still deluded into thinking you control your coworkers. I get it. You don't want to send daily updates to their manager with "so-and-so still hasn't responded" because you feel like a snitch. You only feel the need to control their actions because you feel like you are in charge of them. You're not in charge of them. You can only do what you can do. Not sending daily updates, not keeping their managers in the loop is a disservice to yourself, and to the company.

You're really going to argue the company has interests?

It's a useful bogeyman. People matter more than any fictitious legal entity, but your job is to manage these datasets. You need their input, you don't need to take the blame for how they do or don't do their jobs. I think your computer is almost rebooted.

It's still trying to log in.

Fine. Have you considered what your actual job is? What is it that you are supposed to do?

I suppose so. It's still vague.

But this project has clear, defined goals?

Yes.

So what's stopping you? Other than coworkers who don't step up and a computer that takes 40 minutes to reboot?

Nothing, really.

See? You're getting it. Now get back to work.

[justperu]

As well as simply being too many.

#As well as simply being too many. free

So the bigger question we have to ask ourselves about overwork is not just, “Who’s to blame?” but a more basic one: “Does it work?” Is overwork actually doing what we assume it does - resulting in more and better output? Are we actually getting more done? And although looking at the story from all of those different perspectives is certainly more illuminating than choosing only one, it won’t tell you whether Moby-Dick is a good book or just a 700-page doorstop. For some, work can be a haven, a place to feel confident and in control.īasically, if you think of the story of overwork as Moby-Dick, the first explanation focuses on Ahab and the Pequod the second on the ocean itself and the last on the whale. In fact, multiple researchers have actually found that work is less stressful than our home lives. Some of these are negative (see: guilt, anxiety) but many are positive. In this one, we log too many hours because of a mix of inner drivers, like ambition, machismo, greed, anxiety, guilt, enjoyment, pride, the pull of short-term rewards, a desire to prove we’re important, or an overdeveloped sense of duty. Then there’s the version that looks at our psychology. In this version, there’s no one really dictating the norms we’re all just reacting to macro forces beyond our control. There’s another that says all of us, including senior managers, are basically flotsam buffeted about by the eddies of economic incentive, corporate culture, and technologies that keep the office just a tap away. (That’s the version most on display in the recent New York Times opus on Amazon.)īut there are other explanations out there. In this version, we work long hours because our bosses tell us to. So, "I have a lot of time" can mean several things, depending on the context.Managers want employees to put in long days, respond to their emails at all hours, and willingly donate their off-hours - nights, weekends, vacation - without complaining. The underlings in this equation have little control overwork cascades from the top of the organizational pyramid to the bottom. At least, that’s one narrative of overwork. Are you so busy right now that your life is just completely hectic?.

#As well as simply being too many. free

Could you volunteer? (In other words, Do you have enough available time that you could take on some short-term responsibility?)Ĭould you take on a second part-time job in the evenings? (In other words, Does your schedule have enough free time that you could take on another activity on a regular basis for the foreseeable future?)Īnd then there's the context you mentioned, where the answer might be "No, I have a lot of time": Our football team needs a treasurer for the upcoming season. (In other words, Sometime in the future, will you have a block of available time?) I was wondering if we could set up a meeting sometime next week. Thanks for helping me fix this lawn mower do you have enough time to help me fix the wagon, too? (In other words, Do you have any remaining available time right now?) I would think that any of these questions or comments could be answered with, "Yes, I have a lot of time": "I have a lot of time" (which could also be phrased as "I have plenty of time") generally means "I have a lot of available time," and that could be for any number of reasons – it's context dependent. The first part of your question is exactly right: too much money, too much water, too many dollars, too many lakes.Īs for "I have too much time" – by itself, that means something like, "I have so much free time I don't know what to do with it." So, I'd say that part of your question is correct as well.

#As well as simply being too many.

[tails-writings]

Shenaniguys (D&D Session 0)

(First off, I blame one of the people in our DnD group for coining that name. Also...I totally blame them for what all happened in here. Also this is quite a bit lengthier than my last things that I wrote too.

This actually is transcribed from an RP log that I have of a Session 0 in the campaign that I’m actually a part of. Needless to say, I’m 100% not sorry for everything that happens. Most of the characters in this belong to their respective players most of all, though. There is a chance I may try to do some other things based on this campaign as well or at least taken from the notes that I have regarding what happened in the campaign too.

Also, once again, click here for the feedback form.)

“Looks like ye’ve ‘ad quite a bit to drink there. Might I ask what brings ye ere?” The gnome bartender addressed the middle-aged sailor in the tavern. This patron definitely was far unlike the usual customers that would come here to the ‘Wild Magic Lamp’. Most of the usual customers were those that studied at the nearby university here in the Kingdom of Everance’s capital city, and thus many students and scholars frequented this place. But the somewhat built sailor before him, with his balding hair and the ugly beret he wore on his head, was definitely an unusual sight, along with the fact that he was on his fifth tankard today as well.

“This?” The sailor lifted up the current tankard of ale that he was working on drinking. “Small time compared to the night prior, which is why I’m here. You see, I do my prayers and patronage with this stuff, bailed my arse out of trouble more than I can count on de ocean.” He took another sip of the ale before continuing on, it being evident that he is a bit tipsy still from the number of drinks he had. “Yesterday, my patron told me to wait here…people en me should meet for somethin to do wive de world. In short, I’m waitin for someon or sometin, details a bit vague.”

The bartender was used to hearing a lot of babble from some of the scholars, but even this sounded like rather crazy talkings from a drunk man to him. “A premonition ye sae? Are ye sure it jus ain't the brew talkin?” He let off a hearty laugh.

The sailor set his drink down for a bit, “Ne’r sailed on a ship that sank, los crew, or got pirated since the first time I got drunk in prayer, Issay that is proof enough.”

At that moment, another human had came into the tavern to sit down at the bar as well, though this one still seemed to stick out along the usual crew as well, especially as many eyes began to fall upon the newcomer, considering the leather jacket and the brown bandana mask that he wore as well along with the rapier that was slung across his back. Despite wearing such a mask, he did not have the impression of a bandit at all. “I can see that I am expected, but for the sake of tradition... I am Rodriguez Elcazorro.” the newcomer announced upon seeing all of the gazes that were on him in confusion at this moment.

“That must be yer guy then ae?” The bartender joked a bit to the sailor that he was chatting with before going back to cleaning the empty bar glasses at the moment.

Though seeing the newcomer that had sat down next to him at the bar, the sailor couldn’t help but stifle a tipsy laugh. “If that is the guy, I can understand why the details were vague”

The man who introduced himself as Rodriguez continued to ignore the confused looks that were on him as he continued on his tale at the bar "You see, Kord has foretold of one who is here in the cold. They need my help. So have no fear, I am here. And yes, that rhymed." Though it was after that time the several patrons of the tavern resumed some of their conversations, yet there were still whispers and remarks about how crazy this masked man is.

The sailor looked over at the new companion that came by. “One in the cold, eh? And what might you mean by that?” He picked up his own tankard and began to drink it, motioning for another one for the sake of the new friend here. “You see, premonition put me here too. However, my god wasn't so keen on details. Mind sharin?”

"I'm not one for spirits but I don't mind a story.” Rodriguez declined the drink, and thus the sailor waived it off as it wasn’t necessary before the masked man then decided to continue speaking. “If you are a fellow man of faith, perhaps we have some common ground. I've followed a sign from Kord that I could find a powerful ally in need of my assistance. More people down south are familiar with my tales but up here, I just seem to get stares... I can't imagine why." That last line had a hint of sarcasm mixed with seriousness to it.

The name that the masked man dropped raised a curiosity from the sailor. “So, that’s his name? I don’t know the name of my patron, only how loud he is.” He takes another sip of the ale, “No its not due to the amount I drink, tipsy or flat out drunk it’s still a-ear ringing at times."

The masked man laughed at the amusing companion. ”Ha! I know all about loud voices. I didn't even use Thaumaturgy to announce myself this time."

"I ask how many beatin' you have gotten from doing that. Loud and strong drink don't mix" The sailor pauses for a bit, as if something else from the past came to mind as well. "Ok stark naked doesn't mix well either, but that hasn't stopped me at times." That remark prompted the bartender to give the sailor a bit of a disgusted look before going back to work.

Rodriguez gave a slight laugh there, “Ha, I like him already.” He spoke aloud to himself before turning back to the other. “And what is your name, fellow priest?"

“Walter Hill Howards by name, jus call me Walter. No fancy title stuff.” The sailor introduced himself to the masked man, quite enjoying this company. “I would ask the same but you introduced yourself before we talked."

"Indeed. And for the sake of this bar's glasses, I'll not do it loudly again. Elcazorro. Hero-person. You know the drill."

Walter returned to his drink some more, there was still the question of what brought them both here. "so... of this man of cold. I have a mix of skills yes, but nothing that I have or know that could relate to that. Certainly not a cold personality either, but I think you know that by now."

"My magic tends to be on the loud, thunderous end." Rodriguez responded, realizing that it also described his usual way of speaking as well. "Hmm... Oddly fitting. But alas, I figured it may have been in relation to the temperatures in which we find ourselves. If indeed it does refer to a third person, all the better; isn't there a saying about it taking three to make a party or did I horribly misunderstand that?"

Walter shrugged a bit, not sure himself in that regard. "Pair, party, and crowd I think is the term we are looking for. I might have the' wrong though so forgive me bit o ignorance if that the case." He finished off that tankard, calling for another for himself to drink. "So we wait, from the sounds of it tho we have good stories to share. Want to hear how a dragon and I got strung up in a mast naked?”

Waiting was all that they could do, at least it would pass the time. "I'm not not sure if this is one of those things that will make me laugh or cringe, but let's hear it." Rodrigeuz then replied before Walter began to dive into such a story.

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In the meantime, in another part of the capital city, a young lady carrying a small pile of tomes entered one of the many extensive libraries of the capital city’s magic university. She was hoping to get the opportunity to talk to the nobleman that owned and ran the school. The young lady definitely didn’t look out of place alongside the students of the school, the golden scales and several draconic features including her horns and tail that did seem a bit unusual at the least even when compared to the students of various races at this place.

Inside the library, there was a young human man with silver hair and very ornate robes, it was apparent that he looked to be someone of status at the very least. Though he had quite a small stack of books on the desk that he was at, seemingly invested in his own studies at the moment until he had noticed the young woman that came in. Though upon the young nobleman’s first observation of her, she looked to be a Spellscale, which were not common in this land at all, thus he was wondering as to why one would travel all of this way here.

“Madame, if you are looking for my Father, he is actually away at the moment. Though if you wanted to deliver those tomes to him, I would be able to do so in your stead.” The young man offered, taking a moment in order to clean his glasses before finally turning his attention to her again. He was informed by one of the workers that she was looking for the head of this institution, but considering the current situation, he had asked for her to be directed to him right now.

“Oh, um..” The young spellscale had said, perhaps still standing there a bit awkwardly with her tomes in hand. “I see. I wanted to meet with the head of the Strasburg family, though if he is busy, then perhaps you could help me figure out something from these? Or am I mistaken in assuming you’re the next in line?” She asked as she put the tomes that she was carrying down on the desk. It was apparent that the young woman also looked to be one of scholarly pursuits as well, though her robes seemed to suggest that she belonged to a group of scholars that normally worked outside of the kingdom as well.

Still, the young noble didn’t mind the idea of helping a fellow scholar at the least, he did still have his own duty to uphold as well. Plus, his own studies could wait a bit if there was something new to possibly find out and discover as well, especially since the books that she had did intrigue him. “You assume correct actually, Conrad Strasburg at your service.” He introduced himself to the female scholar. “Though allow me to take a look at those with you, I might be able to figure something out with you at the least in my Father’s stead actually.” He then offered, as it was also a part of his family’s duty to assist a fellow scholar as well.

The female scholar’s golden eyes lit up at the offer, immediately helping herself to a seat at the table as well. “That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, already beginning to open up the tomes that she had brought as well. “These tomes supposedly surround some ancient lore and artifacts.”

Of course if there was anything that could get Conrad’s interest, it was information about any sort of ancient lore. It was a subject that there wasn’t enough books on at the least and most of all, a lot of legends were rooted in some history as well, and he was interested in finding out and recording what he could regarding the past, and discovering the truth behind those legends and myths. Though he did want to know some more about what it was she brought “Would it pertain to the lore of the kingdom, or does this possibly stretch further than just these lands? Regardless, I have studied some of the history to be of some use to you.”

“This would appear to be something stretching the world over” The spellscale then answered, letting Conrad take a couple of the tomes in order to go through as well. At least with two scholars looking through the information there was bound to be something to be found out.

Conrad began to look through the tomes himself, trying to note down any information that he found and try to cross reference it with another one of her tomes too. “I can see why you would have a rough time with it, considering how old this piece of lore is. There are only a few things that even vaguely touch upon this story as well. Though, I wonder how much of things in this book is even true or what could have been distorted through time.” He had muttered to her as well, these books in general seemed to cover about many of the origins of the world’s societies, but the major thing that it was apparent that their studies was most focused on was also about an ancient battle that happened between a dark lord and several heroes as well, heroes whose names seemed to have been forgotten about through time too.

This battle in particular seemed to also imply that the heroes also used some magical artifacts in order to seal the dark lord away as well, but all of the specifics about what these artifacts were and their locations were seemingly lost according to the tomes as well, and also due to how long ago that it was said to have been. Though it was apparent that in some of the tomes, there were many things that also sounded as if they were written to cover something up, but it wasn’t as if they were able to discern what or why most of all, even with the two of them working together. “But these artifacts that they used, could they still exist in this time or would they possibly be long destroyed by now? I imagine that is something even Professor Tempora would ask as well if he saw these tomes too.” Conrad then added, as he knew one of the teachers here could still be also an asset to them in trying to puzzle this out.

Though the lady scholar was still more than willing to assist in answering his musings as well. “Indeed. As for the existence of these artifacts…well, that is something that my group and I think is entirely possible. We don't really know for sure but this definitely affirms our belief that there had to have been some powerful magicked artifact or something akin.” Though she continued to keep studying for a while at the least, at least with another person involved it felt like there was some small progress being made as well.

Though after the two had continued to study for a few hours, cross-referencing the notes they both made and even made some corrections here and there as well, the young lady finally stopped for a bit and closed the tome she had in front of her. “Phew I myself am feeling a bit parched and can't find much else here.” It was apparent that she was getting a bit tired from all of the studying that they did, though a small idea did hit her as well. “Oh hey, We should stop at the Wild Magic Lamp! My colleagues should be waiting for me there anyway.” At least she had wanted Conrad to come with her there, it seemed as if maybe he could hopefully help them out some more too.

“Honestly, it would be beneficial to take a break from these books for the time being. We can at least take another look after organizing our thoughts for a bit. Perhaps get a little bit of more insight on it too.” Conrad stated as he accepted the offer, despite the fact that he did not really care for such social places at all. He would have loved to have pursued these even further in the library, but there was a chance that the people she came to this kingdom with could know more too, especially considering the theory he had now regarding those artifacts actually still existing as well.

After a short bit of traveling, the pair would at least finally make it to the tavern. There was still a lively amount of conversation going on inside, including a rather boisterous pair of unsual men at the bar counter itself, “.........and that is the story on how I got most of my hair burned off! Scaly lass didn't take too kindly to my little rope trick on the mast!” one of the men at the bar had said rather loudly. The two scholars overheard that easily, which caused the spellscale to be confused for a moment but merely shrugged it off. On the other hand, Conrad couldn’t help but express a small groan of annoyance, then again he liked to avoid this place when the more rambunctious individuals were frequent too.

Though at one of the tables, there was a small group of other scholars that the spellscale had led Conrad to. As they approached and sat down, a dwarven fellow at the table already went ahead and greeted them “Heyy Melvanna! Ye finally made it! We were wonderin' if ye got lost er somethin'!”

The spellscale, Melvanna, greeted her companion in return. “I'm quite fine, thank you for the concern Horben! What took me so long was I ran into this gentleman who helped me look into these tomes a bit further!” She seemed to be rather glad to have made it back to her group as well, especially as Horben encouraged her to sit down to share what had happened while she was gone, ordering herself a tea in order to drink for the time being.

Though in that moment, Conrad did take note of the fact that each of the scholars did possess the same sets of robes, many of them having not been from around here, ordering himself a tea as well to drink for right now as he figured he was going to end up sharing the information that he had assisted her with as well. “Honestly, I have not quite seen tomes like the ones that she brought until now. Though I imagine you are not from around this area. Was it just the need for some assistance with those tomes that you came here?” He had asked, wanting to know some more about what their intention was for coming here at the least, considering it wasn’t often people would try to seek his family out specifically for such matters.

Another one of the scholars at the table, a moon elf with long black hair with a white streak in it, spoke up to Conrad’s inquiry “We're from all walks of life, some of us are from around these parts, such as myself. Others such as Horben and Melvanna are not. We had tasked her with meeting with the head of the Strasburg house for the express reason that maybe he would be able to help us get to the bottom of the lore. Though I see she managed to gain the attention of the next in-line. Am I not correct in assuming?”

“You are indeed correct. My father is the head of the Strasburg house.” Conrad responded first, then again it was unsurprising that one would recognize him in that regard, but there was still the main matter that was at hand too. “I know Father would be able to have more insight to offer regarding this lore, but I can understand why you want to find what truth there is regarding it. I too am quite intrigued by it now and what parts there are that the tomes have left out.” 

Melvanna delved into thought after Conrad’s words. “Perhaps…” she muttered a little bit, until she was suddenly struck with an idea. “Maybe you can help us out! We are looking for people who are capable and you at the very least seem like you're capable of helping us!” She exclaimed loudly, not realizing that two of the people at the bar managed to overhear the entire conversation that was going on between the scholars at the moment.

Of course, one of those two individuals at the bar, in his tipsy state, had perked up upon the idea of someone looking for people, was it who they were looking for? Out of the group of scholars that he overheard, one of them was far more well-dressed than the others, and the snowflake-like patterns that some of his clothes had only prompted an idea too. “Bartender, pour me one of the stronger drinks, no rocks” Walter had requested upon gathering that idea before he decided to make his way slowly over to the table of interest.

Back at the scholars’ table, Conrad was a bit surprised by the offer. “I would like to help since this is something I would like to uncover, though I do still have my....” He trailed off, he was about to say that he would still have his own studies and his obligations of his status as well, but really, it was better to still take this offer while it was available most of all, especially since it meant he would hopefully be able to discover something regarding the truth of those legends as well.

Though any further response to the scholars would end up being rudely interrupted by some drunk sailor coming up to their table, swirling the drink in hand. Seemingly addressing Conrad most of all. “So, Fancyman. Us here have a little premonition, something involving a man of ice.” Walter then held the drink forward so that the confused group of scholars could see it as well. “I have never seen this drink in my life frozen. To the bitter cold of the north, to the nastiest storms of the ocean. So, show me this man of the cold!”

Conrad was becoming visibly annoyed by the incoherent ramblings of this apparently drunk man. “I cannot say I know who it is you are talking about, though it would be best for you to leave since we were having a very important discussion.” He grumbled to the sailor, trying to get the idiot to leave them alone.

In an attempt to try to keep the peace at the least, especially considering the tipsy state that his friend was in, the masked man had finally come over to the table of scholars as well from where he was seated at the bar, trying to explain the situation a little bit at the moment. “Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear your dilemma... because I was eavesdropping… You're looking into a lost bit of ancient lore?” Rodriguez asked, “As something of a scholar and hero-person, I may be able to assist you. Oh, and please forgive Walter... We were discussing a vague prophecy from our collective deities and I let the sauce get the better of him.”

“Until I'm on the floor, I haven't had enough! There is a reason for my madness here.” Walter protested, then again he was intent on doing this his way at the moment, setting the drink on the scholar’s table now. “A man that commands ice is what our gods want us to follow, I'm sure of it! The fact that both of us have been led here by the same prophecy is not mere chance. So I ask, who among you controls the ice?”

Most of the group of scholars had given a very confused look at each other, then they looked over at Walter as if trying to figure out what he was talking about. Finally they looked over to Rodriguez, then back to each other, then finally their gazes fell collectively on Conrad.

Walter took notice of the fact that most of the individuals at the table were staring at Conrad. “Eyes on the fancy man of the group, I say you are the one in the premonition.” He started, hoping to finally get an answer from the apparently disgruntled young noble. “So I ask this, freeze the drink of fire!”

Most of the scholars chuckled a little bit, especially Melvanna and the elf, as they had found this strange man’s words to be a little bit punny. Conrad, on the other hand, was only growing a bit more irritated at Walter’s proclamation. And with everyone apparently looking at him, waiting to see what he would do or if he could, he just couldn’t help but let off a very agitated sigh. “You have completely lost your mind.” He muttered as he used his finger to push the glass of alcohol away from him. “Though I could make you personally feel the cold if you wanted.” He then threatened, leveling an unamused glare at Walter.

Seeing the noble’s continued refusal, Walter then picked the glass of booze back up, “I see I was wrong, sorry to trouble you” He then stated, about to go back to the bar he was sitting at, not wanting to waste this drink now that he had it.

Conrad still was feeling annoyed by the sailor that came to them, at least while he noticed the other was leaving with the drink, he couldn’t help but try to get some bit of retaliation, even if it did ‘confirm’ that idiot’s suspicions. Thus as the sailor left, Conrad then snapped his fingers as an action to perform a small, simple spell.

Walter didn’t even take notice of the chill of the glass in his fingers or the fact that they were practically stuck to it either due to how cold it was. The moment he tipped the glass over to take a sip, a block of ice would instead slip down the glass and then boop him on the nose. Walter only noticed something was odd when he felt a chill against his upper lip. When he lowered the glass to take a look to find that lo and behold, his alcohol was now a completely frozen block of ice.

Walter just stood there absolutely speechless and stunned at what had happened.

With the drunken sailor at least finally silenced now, the dwarf, Horben, finally spoke up now, at least continuing the conversation that was going on before. “I take it yer interested in the task?” He offered, especially since he could tell these individuals were likely capable as well of being able to obtain the artifacts.

Rodriguez was the first one to accept the offer, especially since he felt like it could be fun at the least. “I could be. A chance to research some ancient lore, make some money, have an adventure, and show off my skills? What's not to like?”

Walter was still stupefied at the frozen booze, but he had heard the offer, looking back to the table of scholars before finally giving his answer. “In.”

Conrad still wanted to accept the offer, but he was hardly thrilled now to hear that those two had decided to take it up too. Though he was more hoping that his job involved more research instead at the least. “I would prefer to not be in the same vicinity of that drunkard, but I may as well not have a choice. I would like to find out more about this lore too. Though I will join up with you after consulting a few individuals first.” He responded, knowing he was going to at least have to tell his own family about where he was going first.

“OHOHOHHO! GLAD AM I TAE 'EAR IT!” Horben loudly shouted, perhaps getting a bit excited there. Thus the elf of the group had to remind him to keep his voice down before she went ahead and began to give some more details in her companion’s stead. “Very well... There have been some rumours surrounding one of the elusive artifacts. First thing in the morrow we will be making way for Beliana, a town in the nation of Stralor. Rest up and be ready for the trip by sunrise.”

#Dungeons and Dragons #D&D #Conrad Strasburg #Campaign - Adventures in Melody

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Gremlin Izuku

Ok so this is a continuation of this post that @lovelyflowerlov and I are working on. It started as a shitpost and now we’re here and living our best lives. I’m making this separate just because the other is getting too long to scroll through. Click the link for context on the AU

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Before some more Battle Trial stuff (which I will get to later) I thought about what exactly Izuku’s quirk and appearance is.

Quirk

Possible Quirk names: Gremlin, Unhinged, Energize

Because we’re having Izuku be a Gremlin Boi™ and thus have, in the words of flower, “Teeth that are even more sharp than a shark, Amazing Bouncy Skills™, never ending enthusiasm, a night owl, and Bastard™ Energy” I say that his quirk is the ability to inhibit the body’s inborn limiters. You know, the things that make it so you don’t tear your muscles from bones everytime you use them. A common example being how your jaw is strong enough to bite off your finger, but your brain prevents you. Mainly basing this off hysterical strength and this video. Izuku can consciously turn this limiter off, both on himself and others. He could chomp his fingers like carrots if he wanted to. But it’s not just muscle limiters

You know that little voice in your head that tells you not to do or say stuff? The social conventions you know to follow, and thus what to do or say? The things that limit your actions? Ya, Izuku’s quirk prevented him from getting that. Though he does kinda have the opposite of it, explained later. He has to actively think about what he can and can’t do in a situation, and sometimes he just forgets or doesn’t understand that there are unspoken “rules” he needs to follow or behaviors he shouldn’t express. When activated on another person, they no longer feel pressured to act a specific way. His quirk also encourages reckless behavior; acting without care for possible harm to self. Izuku has grown up with this urge so he has learned how to fight it off, and actually has remarkable self control to not do 90% of the stuff his quirk tells him to. Not so much the case for people who have this pushed onto them for the first time. Kinda like Trigger and making people act differentenly :)

Example: during the Entrance Exam when he saw Uraraka trapped under gravel and the 0 pointer coming closer, his first instinct was to destroy the robot. To him, the rubble wasn’t the immediate threat and instead the robot that was walking towards her was. Shinsou was the one to convince him to try getting the debris off her first, and go from there. Only after that failed did Shinsou let Izuku enact his insane plan of eating the 0 pointer’s wires (which Izuku then teased Shinsou with the fact it worked and we should have just done that first, Hitoshi)

Because he can use all his muscles whenever he desires, his body naturally has a higher glucose stockpile than normal people to make up for the fact he will use more ATP working a higher volume of muscles (since muscle contractions use energy and glucose is the first energy storage the body burns through). However, he also needs to burn through that energy or else he risks damaging his nerves because of too much glucose in the blood (reason for nerve damage in diabetic people). Thus, he naturally has a higher energy level than other people so he jumps jumps jumps, has never ending enthusiasm, and always likes to be doing stuff. Tapping his foot, twirling his pencil, humming, analysising and writing in his notebook. This does infact burn his energy; mental fatigue is a thing my dudes. This also makes it so he loves to cause chaos, mischief, create pranks, and generally be a little nuisance, since it requires careful planning and energy running around to set it up, but that’s mainly just him being a little Bastard™

Appearance

So I definitely like the idea of him having sharp teeth and being shorter than cannon. I also think this boy would have BIG BONES to make up for the extra stress his quirk puts on them when his muscles are used. This translates into Izuku being a bit more on the chunky side, along with the natural ability to grow big muscles as, once again, a defense mechanism against his quirk. Sum up: he’s that dude that has always been on the bigger side and won’t get stick thin no matter how hard he tries, but when he flexes his arms turn into pure muscle and he can jump over your head from a standing jump. So basically chubby bulky

[Sources: 1 and 2, 3. These images are close to what I’m thinking]

Also I thing he would be darker skinned since he runs around outside in the sun constantly to burn off energy, so he got at least a tan from all that

Quirk Apprehension Test

So once Flower mentioned that we totally just forgot about this part of the plot, I proceeded to laugh for like 5 minutes over the fact we did. I totally forgot this existed until you mentioned it. My idea is as follows

Aizawa: This test is to gauge your abilities, quirks, and potential to be a hero. You are to use your quirks during the test to increase your scores

Some idiot: This sounds fun! We get to use quirks!

Aizawa: Fun? How about this: whoever comes last gets expelled

Class: *shouting*

Shinsou: *worried because his quirk doesn’t help him physically*

Izuku, manic grin spreading across face and turns to Shinsou: *whispers* I have an idea. I’ll use my quirk to help both our scores

They then proceed to complete the test with Shinsou getting better scores than he should be able to get. Aizawa knows this since, while he doesn’t read the entire file on students so he can form his own opinions, he does look over the basic info of name, photo, and quirk name/description. Shinsou shouldn’t be doing this well, and he also acts differently once it’s his turn to preform. Aizawa sees Shinsou and Izuku being more comfortable with one another than they would be if they just met, and in addition to the fact they were together during the Entrance Exam, he guesses that they’re friends and Izuku is using his quirk to bost Shinsou. During Shinsou’s turn for the ball toss, Aizawa cancels Izuku’s quirk so Shinsou no longer receive its effects and throws the ball a lot shorter than everyone expected

Aizawa, glaring at Izuku: I knew it. You’re using your quirk to help your friend

Izuku, turning and smirking: And? What about it?

Aizawa: I could expel you both right now for cheating and interfering with results of a test

Shinsou: *face deadpan but shitting his pants, hoping Izuku will weasel their way out of this*

Izuku, gremlin smirk forming: No you won’t, Eraserhead. If you were doing this test you would have used your quirk to cancel your clasmates’ quirks to put you on a even playing field. I’m doing the exact opposite and helping. Plus, you only said “use your quirks during the test to increase your scores.” You didn’t forbid using our quirks to affect other people’s scores, nor saying we could only increase our own score.

Aizawa, cheshire grin: So you are related to your brother. Alright. Shinsou, throw the ball again and Midoriya, you can use your quirk

Shinsou, thinking: how is always able to pull us out of repercussions for our actions?

Battel Trial

Finally back to what this whole things should have been about! Jeez that took forever and I’m starting to get sleepy typing

Based on the pros and cons you gave and also what amusing me the most because I’ve writing this for 5 hours is that the Villains (Shinsou and Uraraka) should win.

Once Izuku gets over the fact he’s having to battle his basically second brother, Shinsou calms him down and tells him it’s fine, just pretend we’re sparing with Tenko again, he gets pumped af to brawl. Maybe a little too hyped up, since it makes his energy levels twice the ridiculous amount they were before and makes him even more jumpy and animated. Iida interprets this as him not taking things seriously and chastises him for it, which pisses Izuku off because he is taking it seriously. It’s just not being expressed in the way Iida expects it to be expressed. So, he’s definitely not as helpful to him as he could be while in the planning phase, and might have made things a bit harder than they needed to be when explaining the blueprint, just to annoy him.

Shinsou and Uraraka don’t have this problem and quickly come up with the idea to put the bomb on the roof. This is so Uraraka can use her quirk to send things high into the sky with only her nausea as the limit instead of the ceiling, and they’ll bring some more ruble and boxes up there too so she has ammo. She’ll try to stay as quiet as she can to guard and hide the bomb while Shinsou is a few levels below to make the heros think the bomb is there.

A trick they have up their sleeves is that Uraraka noticed that the blueprints had really weird airducts (something only she would notice because it’s so minor) and when they went to check it out, the airducts were actually tunnels disguised as airducts. So now the villains have a way of getting around that the heros don’t, and won’t be seen. With Uraraka directing him from the blueprints, Shinsou has his own private hallways! He can definitely use this in combination with his voice changer :)

I’m not too sure how the fight would go down, but some parts I think would happen is Shinsou trolling them from inside the tunnel with his voice changer. I don’t think he would spring the mind control on him just yet, Izuku taught him to have Fun™ afterall, and would switch between Inko’s and Tenko’a voices while messing with him. I just want my baby to create some psychological torture ok Another thing would be them finding the bomb on the roof and when Izuku’s about to grab it, that’s when Shinsou uses his mind control with AFO’s voice. I’m guessing they had some family videos with him in it so that’s how we knew what his voice sounded like.

Like you said when Izuku got controlled he was in a jump so when he fell he breaks out, but at that point Uraraka had moved the bomb and Shinsou is dealing with Iida. They’re running out of time so Iida and Izuku are starting to become a little desperate, so Iida yells at Izuku to use his quirk on him to make him extra fast so he can grab the bomb. He does, but Iida doesn’t expect it to be so powerful since the other times in the exercise Izuku used it on him he was holding back. Iida becomes a knockoff Sonic and shoot towards the bomb way faster than he expected. He didn’t expect to go the speed of Retro Burst without trying, so he overshoots it and ends up falling off the ledge near Izuku. He’s able to catch himself on the roof, but he’s not able to pull himself up without help and he’s starting to slip. Izuku has to pick between the bomb and Iida, and he decides to save Iida. While pulling him back up the timer goes off and the villains win.

Iida thanks him for saving him while Izuku just kinda goes “Duh, I wasn’t gonna let you get badly hurt if I could stop it. Annoy and inconvenience maybe, but not hurt. Of course I picked you. Anyways gotta go bug Hitoshi”

Just because Izuku is a dramatic bitch, while they’re walking back Izuku jumps unto Shinsou’s back and starts rambling to Uraraka and Shinsou about how cool their plan was, asking about the voices in the hallway and Shinsou’s new mask, clarifying some parts of their plan he didn’t get, and just generally being very animated and his talkative, analyzing self. Iida starts to think that maybe he was too quick to judge the green bean

#bnha #midoriya izuku #gremlin izuku #my writing #gremlin izuku au #look i just finished a 8 hour shift that was HELLA slow #so i probably had like 6 hours of doing nothing but messing around in my head #and i decided to play with this au for 6 fucking hours #so I got Ideas™ #also I think for the mental part of the quirk I might have just made him autistic #i realized that while writing that ‘wait this is basically the situation for neurodivergent people in respect to social expectations’ #so his quirk might just be ‘Socially Accepted Neurodivergent but with benefits’ #if anyone has a problem with this tell me and I’ll gladly change the specifics #don’t wanna hurt anyone or spread false info #also I know that this has the tone of speaker to the reader instead of talking to you Flower #i blame the fact that this is the first part of the new log and the content made me go into Academic Essay mode #I’ll go back to talking to you in the post in the next part #also the entire 8 hours I was at work I kept going back and forth on who should win becauss they both have nice consquences #eventually I just went ‘fuck it’ and picked Shinsou since that adds some nice Angst of him winning as a villain #and the heros infighting biting them in the butt #also I do want them to be better friends down the line (Iida and Izuku) #but right now their body languages clash and they don’t understand eachother so they do as teens do #and fight amongst themselves because of miscommunication and lashing out against things they don’t understand #the more i write about this Izuku I realize I *definitely* made him have something like quirk induced high functioning autisum or similar #neurodivergent characters!!!!! #am i including the things I want to see in media in this Izuku? #why yes i am #once again add anything you can think of! This was the result of me having nothing else to think about for hours on end #also what exactly is the relationship between shinsou and izuku? #is shinsou another adopted brother? friend that hangs out with them more than his own family?