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ghostaholics · 9 months

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𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄-𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓

➸ PAIRING: Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn!reader (aside from a single idiom whose origin uses masculine language/pronouns - every man for himself) ➸ SUMMARY: Against all odds, the Lieutenant accidentally falls asleep on your shoulder. Unfortunately, there are witnesses to the precarious situation (just your luck that it would be Gaz and Soap). ➸ WORD COUNT: 2k

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄: don't poke the bear.

Danger in your line of work typically consists of trying to walk away from a mission while still being left completely intact (i.e. the goal is to make it out alive, in one piece). You’ve survived a great number of ordeals: cornered into a shootout with a dwindling supply of ammo, tiptoed your way through a field of pressure-sensitive IEDs, dove towards probable death (with an awfully high probability of splattering onto hot, concrete hell like a bug on a windshield) because your helo was sent tail spinning courtesy of a perfectly-aimed RPG – and really, the list goes on.

It's been child’s play, in the grand scheme of things. An extensive catalogue of life-or-death scenarios accounts for your entire military career. And sure, this might be a bit of a stretch, but you'd wager that none of those instances thus far have been as high-stakes as the current predicament you’ve found yourself in.

Jesus-fucking-Christ. Why’d Ghost have to fall asleep on you?

𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: avoid sitting next to him on the plane ride home. You've had to learn it the hard way.

And the kicker is that this whole thing could’ve been avoided; it didn’t have to be your problem. You could’ve sentenced any one of the other soldiers to your seat. Every man for himself, right? Get off scot-free, have a normal trip back to base with plenty of legroom so that you’re not cramped. Theoretically, it would've been beautiful – a passenger's paradise, the closest you could get to a first-class ticket.

But no.

Instead, play the Good Samaritan; extend your hand out with an act of benevolence. What’s the harm, right? So, you'd spared the poor guy, said you wouldn't mind switching places with him because he'd looked as white as a damn sheet at the idea of being crammed beside this behemoth of a lieutenant who's infamously every FNG's living nightmare.

Yeah, well hindsight is 20/20. Had you known what was going to happen, you would've had no reservations about throwing him under the bus. Sayonara, mate.

Law of the jungle, plain and simple.

To make matters worse, he is, in fact, exhibiting terrible flight etiquette. His head (which is dead weight and feels about as pleasant as a fucking bowling ball, mind you) has taken up every inch of real estate on your shoulder and is practically tucked into the curve of your neck; you’ll need to take a trip to the chiropractor’s after this – several, probably. The edge of his skull mask is digging into you. And, the cherry on top: get this – he’s man-spreading, so his left leg's trespassing into your own territory and brushing against your thigh. Utter lack of regard for personal space.

Incredible.

You’d still rather die than wake him up, though. You're not sure what'll happen if you do, but that's a risk you're not willing to take.

All things considered, an achy shoulder is a much better alternative than incurring the wrath of one angry Lieutenant. He's more subdued in this kind of context. To be completely honest, if you weren't already well-acquainted with him, you'd find it endearing.

From here, it's easy to see the simple rise and fall of his chest, steady and even. Slow inhale in, slow exhale out. He's at peace, a rhythmic lull that matches your own breathing. You can't quite put your finger on the exact moment he fell asleep. (He's got a habit of shutting his eyes and folding his arms over his chest when he isn't in the mood to converse with the other soldiers onboard. But God willing, he would never voluntarily loll his head onto your shoulder.) For what it's worth, he deserves the rest – never been one to do it this soundly as countless missions have taught you that he's usually a light sleeper. You remember him roughly prodding the toe of his boot at Soap's arm once when the Scot was conked out and his snores were a bit loud for Ghost's taste.

Rather odd then, that the Lieutenant even managed to allow himself to doze off like this. It’s too loud, too unsteady – the droning of the plane engine doesn't exactly make for good white noise and the turbulence outside is jostling the cabin around. Moreover, this puts him in a position of vulnerability, and he’s not the type to let his guard down so easily.

But somehow he did it with you beside him.

You try not to think about the implications of that.

𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄.

Because, Soap's just woken up from his nap, the first among the entire company of soldiers in the cabin still sleeping, excluding yourself. His seat's parallel to yours, straight across the walkway within direct line of sight, so he’s got an unobstructed view of you and Ghost. Soap sends a questioning glance in your direction, eyebrow quirked. A look that says, The hell's going on?

The level of your voice is down; it's at a conservative decibel to avoid rousing the others. Yet you convey your distress with the same amount of passion as if you were stuck in the middle of a losing firefight. "MacTavish, help."

Soap works with bombs for a living. Surely, he's capable of defusing situations too.

Alright the man’s a demolitions expert, but that’s semantics.

He blinks like he's trying to make sense of the situation. Though, it's pretty obvious what the problem is here. You're not sure why he’s got to take a moment and contemplate it. You need a solution, now. And he's moving at a snail's pace.

For a second, you think he might sympathize with your plight.

But then his mouth morphs into a shit-eating grin and when he nudges Gaz awake, you know right then and there that you're absolutely fucked.

More witnesses.

Great.

Because that’s just what you need, isn’t it?

Gaz drags a hand down his face. He pans over to his right to figure out why he’s been jolted awake so suddenly, and sees Soap who’s inexplicably, nauseatingly jovial before his eyes land on you.

Much like Soap’s original reaction, Gaz can’t help but offer a quizzical expression. The confusion is evident. His brows are drawn together because he knows that the L.t. wouldn't fall asleep on your shoulder.

Soap's shifting, sliding his hand into his pocket before pulling out his phone. He messes with it – a few taps here, a few swipes there. And then before you're registering what's happening, he's aiming it straight at you, like one of those mums getting a snapshot of their kids in matching jumpers during the holidays.

"Say cheese."

An indignant gasp leaves your mouth. "If you so much as—

"Soap, no. Don't do that." Gaz says from beside him, plucking the phone out of his hands. He tsks him with a click of his tongue. Stern disapproval in spades. The meaning is clear: it’s a big thumbs down from the Brit. He’s not endorsing this type of behavior. “Gone mad now, have you?” he asks in admonishment.

You release a sigh of relief. Finally, some moral support. He's reliable. Your faith in him is unshakable. Always could count on Gaz to get you out of—

"Have to shoot with a wide angle, see? Or else it'll look wonky," he corrects, flipping the phone horizontally before handing it back to Soap.

"Aye, thanks mate.”

Gaz's smile isn't as excessive as Soap's but the smirk gracing his face tells you he's relishing in your misery all the same.

Fucking traitor.

"Knobheads—"

They’d risk their own hides to save you from certain death. You've seen it in Cairo, Valencia, and Seoul. Good men. Good hearts in the right place as well. However, they're also the type to embarrass you at every opportunity – public humiliation being somewhere on that roster as well. And for that, you want to strangle them.

"Rude,” Soap comments pointedly.

"Bite me, MacTavish."

"Just wake him up if it's bothering you," Gaz supplies unhelpfully.

"If you were in my shoes, would you do it?"

"'Course, not," he snorts. "I don’t have a death wish.”

“Well, I also prefer my head on my shoulders, thank you very much," you whisper furiously, nearly hissing at him.

And Soap is admiring his handiwork, when he coos, “Aw, the two o' you make quite the pair." He briefly twists the screen so that you can catch a glimpse of it, and even from this distance, you can confirm that he's captured the shot. Annoyingly well, to add insult to injury. Angle? Spot-on. Lighting? Brilliant. It's interesting, has character. Black and white photography. He's managed to make a stunning composition and your upper lip is curling up into a sneer of disgust at his artistic eye. How infuriating.

"I'll send this to the Cap. He’ll get a kick outta it."

"Sod off."

"He'll appreciate bein' included."

Gaz matches the energy with an equally gleeful smile, now delighted by the idea. “Hey, and the L.t. he looks—”

“—cute," Soap has the audacity to finish for him.

What.

There are many words that you’d use to describe Ghost.

Cutthroat, maybe. Imposing. Glacial. Taciturn. A stringent set of ideals that makes him the perfect soldier: disciplined, honed, fierce. Intimidating, if he's not fighting on your side – someone you'd much rather have on your team than against, unless you fancied death. He can be a stone-cold terror on occasion. The man’s been penned as a walking horror story by those in the military. Given his iron-hearted demeanor, you'd be hard-pressed to disagree with that statement; there's not much room to call his steel-encased resolve into question.

So, yeah. Above all else, he's certainly not cute.

Your eyes narrow at them. "Congratulations, the both of you have officially made the top of my shitlist."

Soap, indifferent to your crisis, asks, "Want a copy for your wallpaper?"

There's another heated remark waiting on the tip of your tongue, because there's no way in hell that you would and you're ready to tell him off, about to give him an earful.

But somebody else beats you to it.

“Wipe that picture, or I’ll wring your bloody necks.”

Ice surges through your veins. Goosebumps break out across your skin. Because that voice belongs to one person. Oh, Christ. Never in a million years would you want to be on the receiving end of it.

There's anxiety warping in your chest. You're scared stiff, paralyzed with fear in a way that implores you to remain stock-still. The coarse fabric of your trousers bunches underneath your palms as you try not to freak out. This isn't your fault. None of it is.

And here's the worst part: Ghost hasn't lifted his head from your shoulder yet.

But Soap's unfazed. He blinks a couple of times, seems like he's weighing his options – as if there's something else he could choose besides following his lieutenant's command – yeah, right. He wises up, settling for a simple answer in the end. "Alright, Ghost." His smile makes a reappearance, sweet and well-meaning. Troublemaker. "Any chance you'd like a copy before I do away with it?"

"What kind of fuckin' question is that, Johnny?" he grumbles. "Obviously."

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄:

"I take it you don't think I'm cute then. Have I got that right?"

"I'm sorry... mind repeating that again, sir?"

"You didn't have anything to say about Soap's comment."

"I have a feeling that whatever I answer will get my arse handed to me, L.t."

He's smiling in response – like sunshine trapped behind clouds. Despite it being obscured by the mask, you can see his eyes crinkling at the corners, which makes the black charcoal that's lining them begin to crease a bit. "Permission to speak freely, Sergeant. You have the floor."

Your mouth parts in surprise. Well, then. Maybe you stand corrected. And so, you appraise him momentarily, giving it some serious thought. There's more to Ghost than you give him credit for. He's terse and rough around the edges, but respected for a reason. Admirable. Someone you think highly of and has deserved your approval. The mask undeniably provides an air of intrigue. “I suppose you can be,” you start off, gradually warming up to him being more approachable. “When you’re not terrorizing the new recruits, that is.”

#i got lazy again #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod fic #cod mw x reader #cod mw 2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty fic #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley fluff

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zarla-s · 20 days

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Please don't take this as me being angry or trying to be rude or anything, but this ask is... baffling to me?? For a variety of reasons, haha.

Like, I don't set out to create a "fandom" around my stuff when I do things, I just do them cause I feel like it and sometimes I get lucky enough that people enjoy it and feel inspired to create or talk about it! I'm not really trying to fill a void left by one of these "fandoms" by making a new "fandom" around things I make, I'm just doing stuff.

The idea of a stockpile of interests getting too big is also bizarre to me? Like... for an example of both things, you can watch Stamp on the Ground, it's chock full of all kinds of weird obscure interests of mine I just put in there because I liked them, and I since have many many more. There isn't really a limit to how many interests you can have!

Mentioning abandoning TF2 is also very funny to me because I kind of already did that once?? When I started drawing it again in 2023 I was coming back to it, the last time I drew anything for it was 2009. Twelve years where I didn't even touch it! Starting up again was the last thing I expected and yet here I am!

Which relates to the greater point I guess which is that my interests and inspiration don't just die and disappear, they just go dormant. They're always waiting there for the right cue to wake them up, and I can never predict when it happens. TF2 is the most recent example! But Vargas is a long-running one, I take huge hiatuses from it where I don't write or draw or think about it for a long time, but it's always there in the back of my mind. I went absolutely nuts for it around 2020 and then it went back to sleep for the most part, but I still get ideas every now and then. It's not gone. It's just taking a break.

All the things I like and make stuff for are like that. There are a few I don't see myself coming back to any time soon, but then again I thought that about TF2 and now I've made the most elaborate site I've ever made for it. I can't predict these things. What'll be next? I have no idea. MGS again? StarCon2? Ace Attorney? Or maybe it'll be something new? Who knows!

And I think describing one of those "fandoms" as crumbling and dying is a bit unfair... I don't think of it like that. I mean, I started Vargas in 2003 and I last updated it in 2021 and I'm still hearing from new people that just got into it! All the stuff I've made is still "alive" in that way. I do feel guilty in that transition period between one interest and another because I feel like I'm disappointing people who followed me for that one thing though, haha. But what can you do? Gotta do my thing! Follow where my heart leads me! Not everyone's going to be along for the ride, and that's fine.

(Those of you have stuck around through all my different interests, I appreciate you deeply <3)

#asks and answers #i've been thinking about an old dead lj rp i was in ages ago recently for example #where does the heart take us...

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a-pastel-edgelord · 3 months

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Yanki!Sukuna starts showing up outside your house to walk to school.

"I didn't tell you where I live."

"S'not like it was hard to figure out. Only one house has a persimmon tree in the yard and you always have one in your lunch." He nods to tree in question, heavy with fruit. You pluck one off without breaking stride, half hoping he'll leave when you turn your back on him.

He doesn't. Sukuna matches your pace and stares straight ahead at the road.

You change tact. "Why are you here, anyway?" Sukuna doesn't say anything walking beside you—he's not looking you in the eye. You catch him by the arm, swinging him around to face you properly. "Answer me."

He bristles and you let him break out of your grip. "It wasn't my idea, alright?! That stupid old bastard—he wouldn't stop griping at me until I left!"

"What's your grandpa got to do with it?"

"He said if I was a gentleman, then I would walk you to school! Fucking pain in the ass."

Sukuna Itadori? A gentleman? You were never one for absurdist comedy and he has yet to explain that it's a joke. It's the boyish pissed off pout on his face that cracks you up anyway.

You let an uneven grin stretch across your face before starting your heckling. "What, he didn't say anything about holding my hand too?" You twirl it in the air dramatically in front of his face. "I'm waiting~!"

He snatches it up, interlocking his large fingers with yours before you can retreat. "Happy now?!"

"Uh, y-yeah this is fine..." You turn away, biting into your persimmon and willing the heat in your face to disappear.

Sure enough, he's there the next morning and the one after that too. And every time he clasps your hand into his, he zips your fingers together—as if he's afraid of what'll happen if he manages to slip out of your grasp.

#jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk crack #jjk fic #jjk au #jjk x you #yanki!sukuna #yankii #sukeban!reader #reader insert #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sukuna #kinda obsessed #ngl #hes just so #*clenches fist*#fucking awkward

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kittyball23 · 4 months

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Chewed (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Poppy confronts her father and her boyfriend on a matter that’s been bugging her

A/N: Requested by @webslingerofthegalaxy :)

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“Alright, folks, what'll it be tonight?”

While Poppy, Branch, and Viva were quick to reply to Bruce’s query with their orders of fricassee squid, jellyfish sliders, and nachos, Peppy took a minute for himself, humming thoughtfully at the menu in his hands.

“Hmmm… those fried clams sound delicious!” he said finally, with a nod to confirm his order.

But Bruce grimaced. “Oof, yeah, sorry I forgot to mention it, but you're not gonna wanna order those, trust me.” Then, with a dramatic lowering of his voice to a hushed whisper, he added, “Don't ask why.”

The former Pop King looked confused for a moment, but then shrugged it off. “Ah well, alright. I guess I'll take the menudo instead.”

Bruce beamed as he grabbed the menus. “Ah, much better! You'll love it. Be right back with everything, alright!”

The four watched as the purple-haired Troll scurried back to the kitchen to assist his wife with the meals, and then they turned to each other.

“Huh… I wonder what the deal is with those clams?” Viva wondered aloud.

Poppy shrugged. “Don't know! But, hopefully he won't keep it a secret for long.” The Pop Queen ensured to put emphasis on the word secret, shooting a glance at her boyfriend and her father and hoping that they caught her drift. There was something she had been meaning to address with the two of them, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity to bring it up.

But, as it was, neither one of them had taken notice. Branch and King Peppy’s gazes had drifted towards the karaoke stage, where their attention was taken by a performer's rendition of “Vacation.”

Viva’s face lit. “Ooo, I love this song!” she exclaimed. Then, getting an idea, she turned to Peppy. “Daddy, we should all go on there next!”

King Peppy, however, kindly declined, waving a hand. “Oho, no dear, I couldn't.”

“Sure you could!” Viva encouraged. “Poppy, Branch, and I did just the other day! Right?”

“Uh-huh!” the pink Troll agreed, while the blue nodded.

“And you all were wonderful,” Peppy complimented. “But, I'm afraid I can't sing and dance the way you and your band do,” he explained. “And besides… I've already thrown my back out one too many times in the morning songs as it is!” He admitted it with a sheepish grin, rubbing where the ache still lingered.

Viva pouted a little, but Peppy offered her reassurance. “But don't worry - I'll be right in the front row, cheering you on. I wouldn't miss one of your performances for the world!”

Viva grinned and nudged her sister. “Remember how excited you got when Branch asked you to join the band?” she giggled.

“Uh, yeah! How can I forget!” Poppy exclaimed, shooting a grateful glance at her boyfriend.

Branch chuckled. “Yeah, neither can I.”

“And me neither!” Peppy pitched in, putting one of his hands on his heart, and the other on Branch’s shoulder. “My boy, you nearly startled me out of my wits! If I hadn't known any better, I would've thought your ‘proposal’ would have ended differently.”

“You mean like my sis and Branch getting married?” Viva blurted gleefully. Her words caused the pink and blue Trolls to grow bashful, and Peppy's eyes to widen. Viva rolled her eyes. “Come on, guys, is it really that weird now? I've already planned out the flower colors for your bouquet, you know!”

Poppy gasped. “Viva!”

“Sis, you know it's gonna happen one day! Don't act so surprised!”

Poppy did little more than blush, and Branch cleared his throat, noticing how awkward King Peppy was looking. “Well, only if you will approve, sir,” Branch said respectfully.

King Peppy suddenly looked guilty and sighed. “Of course I do, my boy. And I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise. I guess it's just… I can't believe my little girl has already grown up so fast!”

“Tell me about it!” Viva shouted. “The last time I saw her she was so teeny weeny!” she giggled, showcasing the size with her hands.

“Yes,” King Peppy laughed, smiling at both his daughters. He then continued, addressing Branch. “You’ll make a fine partner for my Poppy. And an excellent king, too!”

Branch cocked his head, pleasantly surprised to hear this. “Really?”

“Indeed,” Peppy replied without hesitation. “Why, you remind me much of myself!”

The blue Troll glowed. “Um… how?” he asked curiously.

“Maybe how you both like to keep secrets from me?”

This time, Poppy’s statement did not go unnoticed by Peppy or Branch. Both Trolls turned to her, coming face-to-face with the sudden stern expression she wore on her face.

“Huh?” Branch practically squeaked.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know!” she chided. “You said nothing about being in not just one, but TWO super amazing boybands! I have every single record of BroZone and Kismet!”

Branch tried to stammer a response. “Well, I, um… you see, it’s just that - “

“And then, to top it off, you don’t tell me that you had FOUR brothers? Oh no, not one, not, two, not even three - but FOUR?!”

“Well, um…” Branch tried again, “Yooouu… didn’t tell me you had a sister!” he defended, gesturing at Viva.

“I didn’t know!” Poppy exclaimed. “Wanna know why I didn’t know?!” She crossed her arms at her father, who wished he could pull a hocus-pocus and disappear right then and there.

Viva cast Peppy nearly the same identical look Poppy was giving him. “She’s got a point, Dad. Poppy had no clue who I was when we met up again!”

“Yeah! That's just like when you didn’t tell me about all the other music tribes!”

Peppy put his hands up and waved them in a calming motion. “Poppy, darling, you know I'm incredibly regretful for not having told you either one of those things. I was just trying - “

“To protect me,” Poppy finished at the same time he did. She let the initial disappointment in her Dad fizzle away so she could give him a sincere look. “Dad, I love you… and, as a family, I want us to be honest with each other, no matter how scary or painful or downright shocking the truth might be! We can work through it… okay?” She opened her arms for him, and he leaned towards her so they could share a hug.

“Yes, Poppy. I'm so sorry…”

This time, Poppy giggled. “You don't have to keep apologizing, Dad. I've forgiven you, like, a dozen times!”

“Right, yes,” he mumbled rather meekly, and then straightened himself out. They smiled at each other, and then Poppy glared at Branch.

“Now. As for you…”

Branch sighed. “You're right, Poppy. As a friend, and girlfriend, I trust you. I'll open up to you more, I promise… is there anything I can do to make up for the secrets I did keep?”

Poppy liked this question, and pretended to tap her chin and give it deep thought. “Hmmm… well, you could let me have a couple bites of the sliders you ordered…” she said.

But Branch could tell there was more she wanted to add to that. “And?” he prompted.

She batted her lashes and whispered. “...And also maybe give me a kiss?”

Her boyfriend’s eyes widened. “In front of your Dad?”

Having been in earshot, Peppy chuckled. “Branch, there's nothing to worry about. You two are in love.” He gestured his hand out, as if saying, “Now, go on with it!”

So Branch did. He kissed Poppy sweetly, Peppy looking on proudly and Viva tucking her hands under her chin while gushing.

“Awwww, that’s exactly how I imagine your wedding smooch to be!” the golden-curled Troll squealed.

“Viva!”

“STOP DENYING WHAT’S TRUE, SIS!!”

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #viva trolls #spruce trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction

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nameisrequiredd · 2 months

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Also did a painted version of this drawing. Basically just as a way to learn how to paint digitally since I never did that before.

TS!Underswap Ruthless spoilers: (at least this time I put it under the cut)

(This moment was so sad.)

Y'know, I fully expected Sans to be unkillable in any route, so this really came as sort of a surprise??? When the cardboard Crossbones got slashed at the end of the Ruthless fight, I was like "heh, yeah, fully expected that" until you meet Papyrus on the bridge and realize that, actually, Sans is really really gone???

And this is a shot-out to Sans' Neutral Evacuation battle where Sans gets us accounted with, ahem, "just a little guy, a little man" (translation: very ugly cardboard crossbones) an he starts talking about what would happen if that little man fell down? Since he was talking past tense, I thought Sans was exclusively talking about Crossbones: after all, in the neutral evacuation run, Crossbones is gone and only Sans remains. But isn't he actually warning us? Sans doesn't pull out the "pitch-black eyes" schtick during the neutral evacuation battle except during that line of dialogue, which is pretty good indication that he's threatening us: ("spreading words of your deeds, and making sure nobody forgets about what you did.") (((also this rhymed I found it super cool)))

Plus ugly cardboard crossbones fell over in the Evacuation run the same way pretty cardboard crossbones falls over in Ruthless. The whole Neutral Evacuation run is more of a warning than anything else: Really hit me when I first played it, because in my mind Sans was risking his life and warning us about how we planned on making the fight end... I came to the evacuation Neutral fight with the intent to betray kill Sans, but actually the WHOLE THING was SO HEARTFELT I definetly couldn't have dealt the killing blow even if that had been an option. (In contrast, Ruthless's Sans fight is just as (if not more) frustrating than its undertale counterpart. Not only because we're "Getting tired of this" (only after the 300th try, in my case!!!) but also because Crossbones is absolutely right about our questionable motives and the fact there's a thousand things we could be doing right now that would be better than this. When it's time to choose fight or spare, we're just glad the fight is ending.)

To go back to the topic of the Evacuation Neutral, I always found it weird that there was an animation that showed the fallen cardboard becoming smaller and smaller. But if fallen cardboards is Sans' euphemism for death, then he's showing us what'll happen if we go past him without changing our ways. People around us are gonna fall over and decrease in number, until there's gonna be next to none of them left.

Also, Team Switch... ARE ALL RUTHLESS BOSSES GONNA BE AS HARD AS ASGORE AND SANS???? (I fully expect them to be harder and this S C A R E S me.) I died over 1000 times during that game already, and I'm not even exaggerating. Unfortunately. I sort of refused to touch the "decrease difficulty" button 'cause that wouldn't really be fair to the characters, but that doesn't change anything to the fact I suck at gaming. Just like crossbones so nicely pointed out during that famous race...

I rambled much longer than expected. Anyway, my idea for the drawing was that maybe the reason why Crossbones doesn't fight with his gadgets is because he forgot all of them (which, seeing the context, is understandable, even if using weird gadgets seems like a good way of stalling), and Papyrus, being the good brother that he is, grabbed them in a hurry because he knew they couldn't go facing murdery humans together without being properly equipped!

and this is how i usually color.

#ts!underswap #papyrus #ruthless route #crossbones #sans #undertale #fanart #rambling #ts!underswap spoilers

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boredgrace23-gracepotts · 10 months

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: Next ⇒

Summary: It's not a good day for Grillby. Or, well, loop. Or run or whatever he's calling it. Either way, time loops are tricky things and he's stuck in one. Great. Well, the best thing he can do for now is wait and see what'll happen. Let's just hope that whatever's causing these loops will knock it off soon.

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Cover ⇐ [You are here]

[Russian translation]

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Hey, what's up? Just to go on a little rant, I've had this idea in my head for a while, but no way of executing it until now. One is because I was busy with my fanfics (which, you should definitely go check them out) and two, is because of personal stories that are totally ready and needing to be publish but I need an audience first so they can check it out. But yeah, that's about it.

I love the "Sans fights Chara because he's tired of the loops" thing, but it's just, Sans is aware of them, but he isn't, like, part of them. Y'know? It's why I chose Grillby over every other character. Sure, Asgore or Toriel would've been interesting, but they aren't like, in the background, kinda characters. Grillby is an unknown, a variant who didn't even have any lines in the game. So I chose him.

Anyway, I'll stop here, happy reading folks!

#undertale #grillby #undertale comic

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hqfeatbetty · 1 year

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Question..? : Sae Itoshi

Perfect. Just perfect. Out of all the athletes in japan, it has to be HIM who you should interview as a new sport reporter, your boss insisted that you only ask him in the conference press because that'll tempt more readers for your magazine.

He was known that he's mean,rude; if he doesn't like your question he will spit harsh words directly at your face without a second thought, so you really have to do your bestest to not get on his nerves.

When it's the time to finally gather at the meeting room and prepare for the conference press to start has come, you already had like 9 panic attacks, the last one you've been through when the team entered the room and... here he is, Sae Itoshi with his full glory. You were mesmerized by his beauty that for the first time since you arrived you don't feel like you're about to throw up from the excitement, or nervousness you're not quite sure.

You were busy trying to shake the stress away and preparing yourself mentally for any kind of insult, not paying much attention to Shido Ryusei as he was answering smugly for the previous question, until you heard the organizer asking for the next question.

You slowly raised your hand along others reporters, and when they give you the permission to speak you grabbed the mic with a shaky hand matching the shaky breath you took before speaking, "my question is for mr.itoshi sae," hearing his name, the prodigy's gaze fell on you which made swallowing thickly, you were collecting your confidence before speaking again trying to sound unbothered by his cold stare, "how is it playing for Japan after playing for years with a really strong team such as Real Madrid; specially when you mentioned a long time ago that you're not interested in playing for your country bacause of its weakness ?"

After asking the damn question you've been rehearsaling in your mind for the past 30 minutes, you breathed a sigh of relief, patting yourself mentally for the good job you did.

Now with the only thing that left is taking notes of the answer of sae, you looked at him excited to hear his response, you were met with his bored eyes, "it's just happened that i wanted to see the result of blue lock with my own eyes, not convinced with its idea and assuming its failure, so when i played against them and proved me wrong i changed my mind." sae answered, supporting his head on his palm, you thanked him and wrote down your notes, now that you have what'll make your boss proud, you listened carefully for the questions and answers exchanged between the reports and the players, trying to learn from the more experienced colleagues.

For the rest of the conference you could've sworn that sae kept stealing glances towards you, even daring to maintain eye contact with you when your eyes met, but you only brushed it off, you kept telling yourself that ain't no way the SAE ITOSHI will give you attention, it's totally a pure coincidence that he kept looking at your direction and catching your eyes with his teal ones.

When the conference ended you gathered your things and exited the meeting room, happy that your first mission in your new job went smoothly.

You were humming to yourself heading to your car when someone gently grabbed your wrist. To say that you were shocked would be understatement, you felt that your heart might stop at any moment. You looked up at sae confused, wondering what's the prodigy want from you; it's not helping that he was looking at you with his handsome face slightly smirking, you decided to ask first bacause it doesn't seem he plans to speak anytime soon, "is something the matter!", for a moment you were expecting him to scold you or say something negative about your question, but your thoughts were replaced by surprise when the SAE ITOSHI murmured a quiet, "can you give me your number!".

#this is really bad but i wanted to write for him 😩#sae blue lock #sae itoshi x y/n #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x you #sae bllk #bllk x reader #bllk fluff

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inuhiime · 17 days

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╭┈┈┈┈ ₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ╰ ♡⸝⸝ 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒

' you fight so desperately. at first, i thought you simply lacked in patience. but now i see it's urgency that drives you. what is it you're after, really? '

' seek pity someplace else. '

' you either find your place or learn your place. '

' now, strike again, and make it hurt this time. '

' you don't need me and i don't need you. '

' don't you dare look at me like that. '

' your place is here and nowhere else. '

' family? death is your only family. death, and i. best get accustomed to the both of us. '

' you'd best learn to fear something yourself. '

' why am i never proud of you? don't take it personally. '

' i'm leaving. try and stop me. '

' should you return again here, i shall keep you safe. '

' well, this is awkward. '

' halt. not one step further. '

' you can turn back like a good little man, or i can send you home the painful way. what'll it be? '

' why won't you give up? '

' we're done here. '

' ever so stubborn, aren't you? '

' you're running from yourself. '

' you don't know who or what you are dealing with. '

' everyone's saying i went easy on you. '

' leave me alone. we've nothing to discuss here anymore. '

' i'm not interested in company, especially from you. you stay the hell away from me while i'm off duty. '

' you're stubborn. and you are going to get me in a heap of trouble before all is said and done. '

' i heard you got yourself into another mess that needed cleaning up. '

' still running from yourself, i see. how's that been working out for you? '

' that is the worst idea i've ever heard. do you understand how little sense that makes? '

' you're being very nice to me, and that makes me suspicious, understand? '

' i don't know what to say, except for thanks? '

' this wouldn't be the first time i was wrong about someone. '

' huh, so that's your choice? '

' i could keep hunting you until you're dead, but there's too little meat on you to make it worth my while. '

' got to say you handled yourself pretty well back there. i can't stay mad after a show like that. '

' i trust, from time to time, you stop to ask yourself how come you choose to fight. '

' the world is not all lies and deceit as you make it out to be. '

' let me save you lots of future suffering: i happen to be the jealous type. '

' i'll break your heart next. '

' a loving heart is a forgiving heart, don't you agree? '

' the truth is i'm a lover, not a fighter. so how about we call this matter put to bed and get on with our lives? '

' perhaps you knew that you were making a mistake. no matter; you'll learn now. '

' where did you go? what did you do? '

' you again. i've told you to stay clear of me. '

' my heart soars, knowing you live. then it breaks, that our time together was so brief. '

' won't you come back to me? '

' i need some time to think. is that all right? '

' i have to tell you-- you look awful. '

' for once, i'm thankful to be proven wrong. '

' do try and live a little longer for me, hm? '

' that was an ill-advisable decision. i'm past quickly forgiving such mistakes. '

' you are entirely too young to have had meaningful experience with loss. pray to me that you never have to learn. '

#rp meme #rp starter #sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #⪩⪨ ･･･ games

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occasionaltouhou · 3 months

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sekibanki thinks she's living off the fear of jumpscaring random humans walking around the human village but in reality she's living off the fear of all the humans Knowing she's a youkai and Knowing that she's not supposed to be here but seeing that she is anyway and being terrified of what'll happen when someone dumber than themselves points it out. will she eat them? will she go berserk? will she call in her friends? is she actually allowed to be there, and the first person to say she isn't will face Consequences for messing with the youkai? it's like walking around having to act like your neighbour doesn't have a nuclear bomb surgically attached to their torso. sure, they seem harmless, but one wrong move and they could ruin *everyone's* day. (of course, she isn't capable of any serious damage, but nobody *knows* this) sekibanki is totally oblivious to all of this and just, like, going about her life as someone who is by all accounts except metaphysical just a kind of strange (but within acceptable bounds) woman. if someone ever called her out on being a youkai there's a solid chance she'd just leave the village like sad ant with bindle. any time marisa/reimu are passing through the village they give her the homophobic dog stare like "i know what you are." to keep her well behaved just in case

remind me next time i need a bunch of ideas for a random touhou to namedrop them a few days beforehand so that i can get you guys to come up with them instead because these are really fun

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le-panda-chocovore · 9 months

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My AC headcanon is that Gakushuu and Karma are both depressed/suicidals but Akabane is in a "I don't care about anything and I don't value life since it's all temporary so what's the point ?" way while Asano is more a "I'm trying so hard to live as a human being but the universe (my dad) won't let me and this is the only way to take control" person.

Like Karma keep living by curiosity and spite but doesn't really mind if he'd find himslef in a fatal situation. He'd welcome Death with a hug and a smile. Yet he won't try since he still has things that interest him but if he's bored he'd totally attempt suicide (or put himself in a situation where his life is in danger). He knows that everyone will eventually die and like the idea of deciding the day and the way to leave. He just can't fathom out why people are so attached to their life.

Meanwhile Gakushuu deeply wants to live, he even has plans for his future. But he doesn't have the freedom to choose what he can do or say and it hurt him so much. He's desesperate and afraid and he tried everything but it doesn't work. His love for Life slowly become Hate, every single thing he used to enjoy is now a chore or a burden, and it's insuferrable. So he becomes revengeful. If Life doesn't let him be then he'll quit and see what'll happen. He will make his death everyone else's problem. He'll create chaos in a world that used to control him. He simply wants to live too much to accept being a puppet, this is not a life and he can and will end it. He doesn't really believe in reincarnation he would take the bet of a next life being more peacefull.

#akabane karma #asano gakushuu #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma #asano #headcanon

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astraule · 9 months

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•It’s Cold•

Pairing: Alice x Reader

TW: Light cursing

Y/N: Werewolf reader with they/them pronouns

Word Count: 2147 words

Summary: As you're sitting outside the Cullen entrance waiting to take Bella home after Jake asked you for a favor Alice keeps you company. What'll happen when you start feeling something for one of your biggest enemies?

*For this story vampire's powers can be used on werewolves. Twilight is a weird universe, the Cullen's powers don't seem to work on werewolves but Jane's do? To save us the hassle let's just say they all work*

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Alice POV:

(Graduation party at the Cullen's mansion)

Honestly everything was going amazing. People were having fun, they were dancing, Bella hadn't made a single remark about how much she disliked parties. Well... that's what I thought until I smelled that disgusting musk as I walked down the stair. I knew the werewolves had made their appearance and I knew Bella had invited them but I didn't know they would actually go through with this. A very short time after I could tell the werewolves were here, I had that vision.

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Y/N POV:

"You invited me, remember?" I overheard Jake mention towards Bella. I really had no idea what I was doing tagging along with my brothers stupid antics, but some of us had to make sure he wouldn't burn the Cullen house down because of Bella and break the treaty between vampires and werewolves.

"Was my right hook too subtle for you? That was me uninviting you." the girl with brown hair mentioned to my hardheaded brother. I must admit this girl was weird but as soon as she said that I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, which earned a curse towards me from Jake as he thought it.

"Look Bella I'm sorry, about you know.. the kiss and your hand. I'd blame it on the whole inner animal thing, but it was really just... me, being an ass. I'm really sorry." Jake managed to say as a shitty apology for the possible trauma he put this girl through and I made sure he knew how bad this apology was through my thoughts, which caused Embry and Quil to chuckle next to me.

Jake brushed my stupid comment off and pulled out something out of his pocket to show Bella before saying "I brought you something, a graduation present." He gave her the bracelet with the werewolf pendant and I knew it was my turn to talk.

"I made it myself" I mentioned as I peered over Jake's shoulder to look at Bella. I'm pretty sure that was the first time I had seen her actually smile given the amount of times we've seen each other, maybe twice or three times. It was my first time home in a while after traveling.

"Wow... you made this? It's really pretty, thanks." She mentioned as Jake helped her put the bracelet on. That's when she noticed the short haired vampire girl at the end of the stairs looking puzzled, that's when we noticed her too. It was like as she had seen a ghost.

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(Cullen mansion's balcony)

"They'll be here in four days." The short black haired vampire by the name of Alice mentioned as Carlisle managed to say "this could turn into a blood bath."

Edward, the red haired vampire fighting with my brother for Bella's love and adoration, added "who's behind it?" And Alice soon after that affirmed that she hadn't seen anyone she recognized except for local missing person, Riley Biers. The Cullen vampires started theorizing about who it could possibly be, until the tall long blond haired vampire with the name of Jasper mentioned an army would be coming and there wasn't enough of them to protect the town.

"Hold up, what damn army?" Jake asked puzzled enough to even be talking even if he had anger unresolved with the Cullens.

"Newborns, our kind." Carlisle finally let us know. New vampires made to destroy or so I thought.

"What are they after?" Embry beat me saving me from the embarrassment of asking myself. I didn't hate the vampires I just didn't know them enough myself to be speaking freely. “They're after Bella? What does this mean?” I thought. “What could they possibly want with a human girl?”

"They're after Bella? What the hell does this mean?" Jake commented. I was so grateful I had my brother and friends to ask these important questions for me. Carlisle finally let us know that this would be an ugly fight with lives lost. Jake, Embry, Quil, and I all looked at each other.

“What do you guys think?” Jake questioned in his head. I was sure he wanted to protect the girl he loved but I wasn't sure this girl loved him back. Although... Bella's life wasn't the only human life at risk here. “Our duty is to protect human lives from any vampire, I'm in if you guys agree on it.” Quil mentioned as he thought. “I wont deny to it but we also can't get too carried away and lose a werewolf life for Bella.” Embry thought. “Bella's life isn't the only one at risk here, what's preventing these newborn vampires from attacking any of the Forks citizens when they feel like it? We have to get rid of every last one of them.” I mentioned in my mind.

"All right, we're in" Jake insisted as he turned his head to look at Carlisle. I guess this caused Bella to panic a bit because she started refusing to let us fight in this newborn war. Which my brother quickly shut her down by mentioning he wasn't asking from permission. This caused Bella to look at Edward, waiting for him to say something.

That's when Edward said "it means more protection for you." Carlisle quickly followed this with a "Jacob, do you think Sam would agree to an understanding?"

“We get to kill some vampires, I'm sure he'll understand.” Embry thought. Quil then added in his head “as long as all of us werewolves come out intact.” Then I finished the last thought with “some blood will be spilt and it sure as hell wont be ours.” For the first time ever the Cullen vampires and us, werewolves, were getting along. Let's see how long this'll last.

"As long as we get to kill some vampires." Jacob mentioned in response to Carlisle's question. This is when Jasper mentioned that with us helping they'd have more numbers and the newborn vampires wont even know we exist.

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(Cullen’s front door steps)

Sometime later after my brother and friends left, I stayed behind to make sure Bella returned home safe. I was sitting on the stairs outside the Cullen home when Alice came out to check up on me I suppose. It wasn't like I didn't notice how uncomfortable I made her or how whenever she came close she seemed to cover her nose with her hand.

"Are you sure you want to stay out here, Bella's telling me how cold it is, don't you want to come inside and-" before Alice could finish her sentence I interrupted her and said as I made eye contact with her "I'm not human, I run hot, I don't get cold. Why do you think my brother and friends run around shirtless all the damn time?" I'll agree I was being a bit rude not letting her finish her sentence, but I was on the edge. As much as I had liked to mention how I didn't have any problems with the Cullens something in us werewolves made us skittish at any close contact with vampires.

"Well... if you don't mind I can sit here with you, keeping you company, until Bella's ready to leave that is and if you'd have me" Alice mentioned, dragging me out of my deep thinking. What was wrong with this girl? She seemed to have no second thinking. I had heard about her amazing powers at being able to see the future but was she just so certain of everything that she'd come close to one of her biggest predators? All I could do was nod and look away as she took a seat next to me.

"I might not be a mind reader like Edward but I do know what you're thinking, I can see the future after all... okay that came out creepier than expected" she chuckled as she made lines on the dirt with her index finger. Now that I thought about it... her hands were beautiful, they were slender and pale, how cold could they really be? If she had me holding her hand I'd make sure she was warm all the time, oh god what was I thinking? There's no way I could ever imagine myself with a vampire. As I heard my brother and friends complaints in my head I knew they were against the idea.

"You don't have to listen to your family, I mean it should be up to you whether you'd like to date whoever you'd like" Alice snapped me out of my thoughts one more. Dammit I forgot she knew everything I was thinking before I thought it. If I was annoyed at my family doing that I could just shield my thoughts away from them but Alice could just listen into whatever she wanted.

Alice chuckled before saying "you know I know what you're thinking and everything but it's so much better when I can have an actual conversation with someone." That's when she looked my way and showed me her beautiful smile, then and there I knew I had fallen under the vampire control. The books said it, humans who saw them said it, even my family's stories mentioned how beautiful they were and here I was charmed by one.

"Oh yes! Sorry about that it's just... I got caught in my thinking and well you were answering me back" I chuckled "I guess I felt like you were a part of the werewolves since we all just kind of talk inside our heads to each other."

That's when I head the door open behind us, as I looked behind me I could see Bella peeking her head out and I could hear Edward telling her to be safe and to be careful around me. I didn't have problems with Edward, I understood all he wanted to do was protect Bella. Plus I thought this fight between him and Jake was stupid anyway.

"Am I interrupting something?" Bella mentioned as she looked between me and Alice who seemed to be sitting a little too close to each other.

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3rd POV:

"Nope, I was just keeping Y/N here some company while you made up your mind to leave." Alice smiled and got up as she patted away the dirt from her clothing. Alice seemed to be a girl of high class, the kind of girl who stressed over having the latest bag or piece of clothing. She didn't give off the brat vibe, she just seemed like she put a lot of effort into herself. Yet... here she was sitting on the dirty ground with Y/N just because they didn't want to be inside. They could've at least given her their sweater to sit on or something.

Y/N looked at Bella and said to her "are you ready? We don't have to leave if you aren't ready." Everyone noticed how Bella and Edward seemed attached at the hip, never own without the other, one always trailing behind.

"Oh don't worry about that I've had my fun, plus I think it's cruel leaving you waiting more. I know how faithful you guys are to each other and if Jake asks a favor you'd do it. The same goes for the other werewolves."

"Well... if there's nothing more to do then let's get going, I have a date with my comfy bed." Y/N mentioned as they stretched but Alice caught their attention before they could leave.

"Hey Y/N! Before you leave here..." she handed them a small paper with her phone number on it.

"We should hang out soon... somewhere where it's not so full of dirt" she chuckled. Y/N nodded before they left with Bella. They knew the dirt had bothered Alice. She gave them her number... and all they did was nod and walk away!

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I hope you guys enjoyed that, I'm not a pro at writing fan fiction and even though I've mastered English as a language I still have some trouble as it is not my mother tongue. If you guys would like to see more of this please let me know or let me know who you'd like me to write for.

#twilight #alice cullen #twilight alice #edward cullen #jasper hale #alice cullen x reader #jacob black #embry call #quil ateara #carlisle cullen #x reader #y/n #x y/n

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starrywooyo · 10 months

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treasure: four

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader (hongjoong / wooyoung focus towards end)

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - [bellow cut!] alcohol, drunk!teez, implied bullying (not actually) swearing, mentions of blood, mc is too nice for her own good, guns, knifes, jealous wooyo.

notes: finally a new chapter!! whoop whoop!!!

word count: 4.4k

tag list: @toxic-babexe , @sunnyhokyu

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“so, you can fight. you know how to use a sword. So I'll cut to the chase. I was talking to my crew and given your situation with your family, and the fact I lost some of my crew today, I'm still against the idea of having a woman on board but my crew seems to like you. so, I'd like you to join us. and Second, I wanna thank you for saving my life. I could've been heavily injured or dead if it wasn't for you. don't get me wrong though, just cause I'm thanking you and asking ye to join my crew doesn't mean i like you nor trust you.” he stands making his way to the door, opening it and just before he leaves, he turns to you again.

“you've got till we dock to give me your answer, what'll you do? join the illusion or you can get off my ship the next time we dock” he says still cold before leaving out the door to let you ponder your decision.

what will you do...?

Join his crew?

join him after how rude he's been to you? after all his insults... and all his sexist comments about women and ships...

you couldn't deny the fact these thoughts made you not want to join his crew.

you just don't get him. How could he be so rude, cold, practically despising your presence one second and the next he saved you and helped you through a panic attack...

Does he have a split personality or something...

Despite these thoughts of the cold captain, the positives about joining the crew outweigh his bad points.

joining his crew could mean you can figure out how to get home!!... if you can get home that is.. and besides, you quite like the rest of his crew. they're nice and some are sweet. you can't just get up and leave them.

so, you make your way out of your room and up the stairs onto the main deck, there were still traces of blood from the fight

you really wonder what happened and why those people attacked...

“Y/n~~” you heard your name being called, turning your head towards the voice.

oh? It's Yunho...?

looking at him you notice that he too has a few injuries of his own, he has a few cuts on his face and arms and it looks like he's got a bit of a busted lip...

“Oh Yunho... hi”

He makes his way down the rigging and walks towards you.

“so…” he begins. ”i uh overheard the captain saying he wants you to join us to seonghwa earlier,” he said.

you slightly nod gazing out towards the water.

Yunho tilts his head in your direction.

“are you going to?” he asked

he raises his hands in defence

“I mean I'm not forcing you or anything but I think you should. We enjoy your company on the ship. and you're nice to be around, and… you might not know it yet but everyone in this ship is here because of a reason. So just think about it, okay?” he said and pats your shoulder. walking away to go elsewhere.

you stand and watch the waves a bit more, the sound of them crashing against the ship calming.

sighing you push yourself away from the side of the ship. and make my way inside.

...

standing In Front of the door your palms began to sweat and slightly shake as you raise your fist to knock on the door

you knock, its quiet for a minute before someone sighs

“Come in” a voice calls out.

opening the door you enter and the door swings shut behind you as if sealing your fate.

there he sits. map rolled out in front of him on the desk of a dark coloured bottle sitting on the corner.

he shakes his hand angrily through his red hair

“What” he spat out coldly. his eyes burning holes into me

you clasp yor hands together in hopes to get them to stop shaking.

“i- i have my answer” you voice hoping it was loud enough for him to hear.

he sighs out and rests his chin on his hand.

“And what is it?” he asked.

“I'd like to join,” you say more confidently.

He stands placing his hands on the table.

“Alright then. you may leave now” he said, still cold as he started to look over the map again.

“yes sir” you quietly said and turned for the door.

“Stop” you heard him call out. you turn to face him. He makes his way to the front of the desk.

“If you're gonna be a part of my crew you best learn to address me properly” he spoke.

you just stand. blinking at him.

“Seriously” he sighs out and crosses his arms over his chest.

“It's the captain. c a p t a i n. captainnnn.” He said drawing out the last captain.

oh.

“ah, yes c-captain sorry” you apologised

“good. don't apologise, just do it and get out and leave me be now” he spoke cold and proceeded to push you out the door.

you stand and turn back to face the now closed door that you were just shoved out. eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly parted.

asshole.

...

“Land hoooo!”

and there indeed was the island, it didn't take long to sail towards it nor dock the ship. and Soon all of you were on deck. the captain giving out orders of who's to fetch what while on the island, you on the other hand didn't have a role.

you were to simply fetch yourself some clothes for you to wear. if you were a part of the crew then you'd need your own instead of borrowing. and the person who was tasked to go with you was seonghwa.

so here you were walking with seonghwa as you looked at and bought various shirts, pants and even a skirt for some reason. Now you were just browsing the vast amounts of stalls.

you walked past a stall showing different styles of corsets, now you weren't gonna lie a few did catch your eye but you couldn't possibly wear one of those besides how would you breathe?

“See something you like?”

you jumped and turned to the voice

seonghwa..

“yeah but I was just looking. I couldn't possibly get one” you told him.

he tilts his head

“Why not?” he gestures to the countless women around you both, every one of them wearing a corset of some type. “they're all wearing one,” he said.

you laugh and shake your head.

“I just wouldn't feel comfortable wearing one,” you said. a half lie. you wanted one that's true but at the same time you thought you wouldn't feel comfortable with the constriction of your lungs while trying to breathe wearing one.

he nods to your explanation

“Okay” he said. then you both start walking away from the stall

“Seonghwa~~~!!! Y/n~~~!!!” you and seonghwa stop at the sound of your names being called and you turn to where you heard them being called.

and there was wooyoung running towards you both, San and Yunho promptly running along after him.

Once he reaches you both. He flings his arms around both your necks pulling you both close to him.

“Hey you two!! Having fun? did you get some clothes for yerself y/n?” he asked, wide eyed looking at you.

Seonghwa shakes his arm off as San and Yunho catch up

“What’d you thinks in the bags woo?” he says to him waving the paper bag in his face.

“Okay, okay. Let's not argue. let's say we drop these bags back at the ship and~~” Yunho says pull you from wooyoung's grasp by your hands. pulling you close to him and wrapping his arm around your shoulder

“we all go get a drink at the tavern huh” he finishes looking between you all. biting his lip slightly.

no one answers. seonghwa seems to be thinking about yunho's suggestion while wooyoung's eyes linger on yunho's arm that's around you.

just as you're about to open your mouth San pipes in.

“sounds like a great idea! besides, we could all use a drink couldn't we?” he said.

everyone ends up agreeing and you all head back to the ship to drop off the bags and the things Yunho, wooyoung and san had bought. telling the others on the way about your plan to go to the tavern.

though you all forgot to do one very important thing...

...

Now here you all are sitting around a table in the bustling tavern, music slightly playing unheard over the countless men being loud and rowdy. you lightly sipping on our drink every so often. you didn't drink alcohol much.

while the others... well let's say they drank, and by drank you mean a lot.

you don't know how long you were there for, but the table slowly but surely started to fill up with empty pint cups. you were all sat listening to jongho tell a story. Most of the guys tried their best to listen but most were dazed and out of it. eyes hazed over. poor seonghwa looked as though his head would hit the table any minute.

jongho moving his arms ecstatically in his drunken state nearly hitting a poor guy walking past

“And there I was!! the criminal trapped right at the end, nearly had the sucker. THEN!! he socked me one and he would've gotten away but that's when i met the captain and-”

SLAM

jongho's story is interrupted by a heavily drunk wooyoung standing and slamming his hands on the table. He winces from the sting and staggers as he points his finger with his whole arm.

“I'll tell you something about the captain,” he says, his speech slurred from drunkenness. and goes on to tell his part.

you however being the only sober one notice something that everyone else doesn't in their drunken state of mind.

a familiar mop of red hair entering the tavern and scanning the place until his eye lands on you. you feel yourself sinking into yourself trying to hide and as he marches to your table you focus back on the group and current drunken story teller: wooyoung.

“now. don't get me wrong. I love our captain but.. he can be a real mean asshole sometimes. makes me wanna take my dagger and ram it up his a-” he pauses mid-sentence and is looking at you.

his eyebrows furrow

“what? what's with that face?” he asks his voice cracking at the start

and your eyes as well as the rest of the crews slightly shift to the furious red haired man standing behind him with his arms crossed

you forgot to tell the captain...

“what are you…” wooyoung begins and then follows your stare and everyone else's at the table and slowly oh so very slowly turns to face the captain

“Oh” he says.

the captain just stares at him, nose slightly flaring from anger.

wooyoung nervously smiles.

“hi hongjoong” he says

the captain or hongjoong raises his eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” he begins. His voice is laced with so much fury it makes you want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

He eyes all of you at the table.

“do.. do you all know how worried I've been!!?” he says, raising his voice as he slams his fist on the table as wooyoung did before only this time with more force as it tips over a few cups.

“I came out of my room to find my crew. My crew. gone. no one seemed to bother telling me. Hell you didn't even leave a note. I thought anything could've happened to you all. anything. I.. I thought you'd all been fucking captured or something!!” he yelled gaining the attention of other tavern goers. and the tavern goes slightly silent

hongjoong laughs out in anger

“but no.. you're all here..” he says a bit quieter looking at the table now. the others looking down in shame but you. you saw something on the captain's face..

“drinking.. laughing.. and making fun” he added.

sadness

That was what was on his face.

you could've sworn you heard him whisper out 'of me' at the end of his sentence.

He lets out a bit of a laugh

“Whatever” he said biting his lip and wiped his face,

“Just hurry and get back to the ship. It's late. and we start planning our journey to find the Cromer tomorrow” and he made his way to the tavern door before shouting

“What are you all looking at! mind your own damn business!!” and then he was out the door.

...

After the outburst, most of the crew seemingly now sober after the scare from Hongjoong. Everyone was trying to tidy the bar table. but you. you had questions so you pestered seonghwa for the answers which he gave most likely because though looking sober he was still pretty drunk.

you wanted to know about this Cromer thing the captain mentioned and all seonghwa said was it was the treasure they needed to find before it got into the wrong hands.

wrong hands. who could possibly be after this thing and if it's in the wrong hands then why are these people bad...?

but there it was. the beginning and plan of your first adventure...

you quickly leave the tavern, slightly shivering from the cool of the wind and make your way back to the ship.

only you don't get to the ship, you see hongjoong sitting on the beach watching the waves.

he sits, knees tucked up. his jacket discarded on the sand and his shirt's sleeves rolled up slightly.

carefully you tread your way towards him and settle on the sand beside him.

you stare at him. He makes no move to look at you and keeps his stare on the waves peacefully crashing in.

it's quiet for some time, nothing being spoken between the two of you. until it wasn't.

“What” falls past his lips ever as cold as always.

you suck in a breath about to answer him, but he speaks again.

“Why are you still sitting with me?” he says.

you're confused.

“after everything they were saying at the tavern.. I'm sure you agree with them” he says with a sniff.

he's... crying!!?

you softly smile to yourself.

“I think you've misunderstood, captain” you begin.

he side-glances at you confused.

“Your crew weren't bad mouthing you at all! they really care about you. In fact, they were telling me about how you saved them. how you saved each one of them and they're really grateful for you…” you finish

This only made the man cry more.

“hey hey” you say in a soothing tone and take his hands in yours and try to look at his face.

you gasp.

“y-you're bleeding!” you say. as you watch the blood seep out from underneath his eyepatch.

removing one of his hands from your hold he touches his face, and sure enough there's blood

he laughs slightly

“Oh. This just happens sometimes. it's nothing to worry about.” he tells you

nothing to worry about!!?

you stand and pull him to his feet

“What are you-” he begins but is cut off from you, starting to walk back to the ship and pull him into san's medic study.

you sit him down and search for some things. and once you find the things you turn back to him only to find more tears rolling down his cheeks.

“why” he says.

“Why are you being so nice to me when I've been a complete asshole to you…”

“well you are an asshole but I think you're more broken and kind than you let on captain” you explain to him as you wipe the slowly drying blood from his face

“hongjoong” he says.

you look at him.

“hmm”

“hongjoong. call me that” he says

you slowly nod.

“okay. well hongjoong. Does it need to be cleaned under your eyepatch?” you say as you reach for it. he grabs your wrist.

“it's okay i can do it.. thanks y/n.. y-you can go.” he says.

you stand and put a hand gently on his shoulder

“Are you sure?”

he just nods ever so slightly.

and with no other option if he's not comfortable, you leave the room.

...

A few days had passed since the moment you had with hongjoong on the beach and in Sans study and it was sort of safe to say he was slowly changing his way of acting towards you and now you were also back on the waves beginning the search for this treasure.

you were yet again leaning on the side of the ship watching the waves crashing on the wood, then a familiar mop of red hair pops in your peripheral vision.

turning to the side you see hongjoong also leaning on the side

he looks at you and smirks a little

“enjoying the view,” he asks.

you nod.

“yeah, i am it's so peaceful”

he smiles

“yeah it is. it's so freeing to me y'know?” he says, holding onto the side and leaning back as the wind blows through his hair.

he looks at you, only to find you looking back at him. His eyes looking conflicted in the next second.

“ah! yeah i was going to say. This voyage is most likely going to be dangerous. Now I know you can fight but you're missin a few points. I'd also like to train you up on using a gun and cutlass better if you're comfortable?” he says

your brows furrow

“you mean... you.. train me?” you ask to which he nods

“yeah.. if that's okay..” he adds

you agree

he claps his hands together once.

“Great training starts tomorrow, okay?” he said and began to walk towards seonghwa who was at the wheel.

so training with the captain. How fun. if only you knew.

not long after the captain left you, another crew member saunters over to you

wooyoung.

“so..” he begins

“training with the captain huh?” he asks

“y'must be dreading that. with the way he treats you” he added

wooyoung lets out a nervous laugh ”you could.. always train with me.. y'know?”

you smile.

“That's sweet of you Woo. Thank you. but…” you say as your gaze drifts from him to where the captain stands now at the wheel

“i'll have to get back to you on that one”

you miss the hurt that flashes on his face

“no, no. That's okay. I was just saying because of how rude he is to you but whatever” he says and walks away.

what. what just happened.

you stand still looking in the direction wooyoung left in. perplexed.

shaking the feelings away, you make your way to yeosang's study. knocking on the door and entered once you heard his quiet 'come in'

you find him at his desk looking at the large map

“hey” you say to which he says hi back. you watch as he makes markings and little notes which you assume is for hongjoong about this journey.

“so..” you begin. “where are we going anyway?” you ask him

He points to an island on the map.

“captain wants to go 'ere and thinks we'll find somethin useful there.. i disagree nothing but bandits there.” yeosang spoke his opinion.

“maybe he knows something.. maybe there is something there” you tell him.

yeosang looks at you and sighs

“perhaps but its awful dangerous”

dangerous.. so that's why he wants me trained up you thought

...

Wooyoung sits in his crow nest with yunho.

yunho looking with his spyglass actually doing the job of a lookout, while wooyoung... well his spyglass is long forgotten on the planks of the crows nest.

he sits with eyes fixated on you and the captain..

he watches as your cutlasses clang off each other and how hongjoong stops to adjust something about your stance or just giving pointers

he doesn't fail to take notice of hongjoong's smile on his face nor the one on yours.

he sits arms crossed, tongue poking his cheek as he lets out another sigh

yunho sighs too

“wooyoung. why not instead of sitting and sighing. you do your job?” he says as he chucks the spyglass at him.

wooyoung lets out a laugh

“technically I am Yun. I'm observing the crew” he says

yunho shakes his head and continues to look through his own spyglass out a the waters

Yunho's words fall short as wooyoung continues to glare daggers at the pair below on the deck.

...

“again!” hongjoong said as he took his position, you followed suit, sighing.

your whole body hurts. you've been doing this training for hours.. all day for the past 3 days. and let me tell you. hongjoong is not a lenient teacher. you definitely see why he's the captain.

your cutlasses clang against each other and yet again he disarms you.

“Y'know if this was a real battle you'd be dead” he says throwing his head back running his hand through his red hair. when doing so he catches a glimpse of something or rather someone.

he lets out a chuckle

“Oh wow. this is great” he mutters under his breath, a small smirk making its way onto his face.

you stand and pick up your cutlass, hongjoong smirks

“again”

the metal crashes against each other

The cutlass again slips from your hand and pain shoots through you as you land on your butt.

the captain laughs and his sword points at your throat

“dead.. again” he says

nope he's still an asshole

he holds out his hand for you to take it, you smack it away picking yourself up and your cutlass

“again” you say

hongjoong smirks again

“okay... determination i like it” he says and ready's himself

and the clanging of metal begins again

he's being cocky you thought, and it was then that you saw your chance

using your foot you slip it under his own making him fall on his own ass.

“YESS” you hear being shouted. your eyes immediately flicker about to see who it was. then your eyes go up to see yunho with his hand over wooyoung's mouth as he raises his hand in apology

you shake your head with a laugh and turn back to the captain who's still on the floor glaring up at wooyoung

you lean yourself on your sword and then extend your hand to the captain

“well now you're dead captain” you say teasingly

he takes you hand and lets out a “ha ha”

he was about to say something-

“captain! land ho!!” yunho shouts from the nest.

it was now that you took notice of your surroundings

There it was! an island with rainforest looking trees. very dense looking. you're brought out of observing by hongjoong explaining what was going to happen.

“alright crew. we'll camp on the beach for now and some of you will stay 'ere and guard the ship. I don't think we need to worry about the bandits right now as we're on the other side of the island and at first light we'll make our trek to find her” he says

and then the 9 of you plus a few extra pile into a few row boats after gathering some supplies and make the row towards the beach of the island.

after getting to shore you all set up camp. and got started making a stew

“y'know there's still a few hours of light left. how'd you feel about training with one of these?” hongjoong asked you holding a pistol “you don't have to. i'd just feel calmer if you knew how to at least get a shot with one”

you reluctantly agree to do more of this training.

so now here you were a little ways further down the beach with some empty glass bottles on some crates.

“you ever shot one of these?” he asks

you shake your head

“no.. we don't have guns back home or so to speak we're not allowed them” you say

“oh.. That's odd, nearly all towns and villages allow them here that I know of.. Right then.. well i'll show ye first then you can try okay?” he says and you nod.

and then hongjoong points the gun and bang! the glass shatters

you jump from the loud noise

he notices and places a hand briefly on your shoulder

“You okay?”

you nod and then he places the gun in your hand

“now you try” he says

and let's just say it's not going well. you've shot everywhere except the glass bottles. you've shot the sand, the crates, water even the tree just behind the crates

“y'know what” hongjoong says. ”I think I might have something that'll help you. i'll be back” he says as he makes his way back to the camp.

...

again wooyoung sits eyeing the both of you still huffing and puffing. only this time instead of it being yunho its poor jongho that's getting the sigh’s in his ear.

that is until jongho's had enough.

“Why don't you just go over there and help her hmm? instead of huffing over here? Yer giving me a headache” he asks him, ”Look the captain’s coming back here so you go help her instead of whining to everyone about the captain being the one to help her.” and with that jongho shoves the blonde in your direction down the beach.

“okay. i will just.. distract the captain for a bit will ya?” he says to jongho and then saunters his way down to you.

...

“Need some help?”

startled from the sudden voice you turn to face them

“oh wooyoung.. yes please hongjo- ah the captain just disappeared on me” you say.

he takes the gun from your hands and settles himself on the sand patting the space next to him

“i feel you can't use a gun properly unless you understand how it works” and then he began explaining the different parts of the weapon to you

by the time he finished explaining the sun was starting to set

“okay now show me how you shoot, so i can see what it is you're doing wrong” he says

so you take aim and again miss the glass.

he nods

“hmm i see, 'ere try this and take aim” he says and passes you a smaller pistol.

you take it and it feels much better in your small hands and then you aim for the bottles like he said

“you're also aiming too low.. try and aim just above the place you want to shoot” wooyoung spoke

he stands behind you almost flush. he gently touches your shoulders

“relax.. you're too tense you'll get hurt if you're too stiff”

breathing in and then out trying to calm yourself, your shoulders visibly relax.

“good” he says

his hands slide from your shoulders down your arm to your hands where he raises your aim

“okay.. hold it there” his hands glide back up your arm and fall to rest on your waist

“shoot” he orders

BANG

his hands on your waist steadied you from the recoil

the glass had shattered!!.

“better?” he whispered

you nod

“thank you” you turn to look at him his hands still on your waist

he was so close..

you saw how his eyes looked into yours, how he took in a shaky breath

“y/n I..” he whispered

you both were so close that your noses where almost touching, that you could almost ki-

a loud terrifying shriek comes from the forest.

wooyoung's quick to grab the pistol from you and aim it in the direction the noise came from

“w-what was that!?” you ask trying to steady your breathing

“the beast” hongjoong said eyes bore into you both.

a/n: hihi!! I don't normally do a/n's but I just wanna apologise for how long this chapter took to get published-

I'm very deeply sorry I've just been writing wips for other little au's, oneshots and series I wanna post for you all!! I also just had no motivation to write for the treasure series. I don't wanna get burned out. hence been writing some wips!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter though!! till next time!! <3

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There's a lot of things I want to talk about and do now that my energy is back up. Though for the most part I have to get some life stuff in order. So, today I'm starting out on that. Personally I'd like it if the Milgram fandom at least on here could do some fun stuff over the intermission.

Some cool ideas,

Making a bunch of fanart of Es sleeping and dreaming about being on vacation over the intermission as everything is just going wrong behind them. Little guard on break signs.

Fanfics about Es going on break after trial. Little on break short fics. Kind of reminiscent of the Clock Over Orquesta collaboration. Fics about what the prisoners due over the intermission maybe them receiving the things they ordered over the trial. Just little slice of life stuff like that.

Of course, there's the anniversary and other holiday specific fan events that go on here. It just be nice to relax after trial two ends. Like a vacation.

Though before all of that there's some things that I'd like to note about the prison. Particualrly the song extraction.

Yuno notes that the interrogation room changes after the bell rings in her trial one voice drama. The prisoners seem to have adjusted to this fact over the course of the trials.

The room's...changing? With that the interrogation is over. From here, I'll be taking a peek at the mental images produced from your memories.

During Futa's voice drama before the bell rings we hear what is labeled as a mechanical sound. After which he goes-

What?! What's happening?! It's time, I guess. I'll be having a look...at what your justice is. So, this is what'll be extracting songs is it? Hmph. Do what you want!

The same mechanical noise noted in Haruka's first voice drama. The mechanical noise comes before the bell ringing in Shidou's voice drama too.

It's time, huh. So, this is what will be extracting songs, huh. It sure is intriguing. I wonder what mine will be like.

Given that Mu states the same thing as Yuno that the walls start shifting in her voice drama chances are Haruka, Yuno, Futa, and Mu were all not warned this was going to happen before they went in.

Ah! What is this? The walls are moving! What's happening? Times already up? We didn't get to talk much, but... I guess that's okayy. I'll be taking a peek at the inside of your heart now.

Unlike Shidou who seems to have been told beforehand this was going to happen. More than likely by Futa. This is played off as Shidou just being more composed than the others. Hwowever, as we come to see from Kazui's voice drama when he attempts to test out the barrier it's more than likely Futa just told the others what happened within his interrogation.

Simalarly to how Haruka spoke to Yuno after his interrogation. Where he states he felt a hit when the machine started.

20/06/16 Yuno: Hey, Haruka-kun, how was it? The guard put it like “your mental images are gonna be extracted!!” but what was it actually like? Haruka: U-uh…… I’m sorry. I don’t, really remember…… I spoke with the guard, and then a bell rang…… a-and I felt my shoulder get hit…… and then…… N-next thing I realised, time had passed, and it was over…… Yuno: Hmm~ You sure there wasn’t something fun that happened? You were smiling really widely when you came back, weren’t you? ……I’m looking forward to my turn~ Haruka: Ehh……!? ……ah, n-no, I…… n-nothing happened…… hehe.

Mahir's response while different from the others still registers that something strange is happening but she blames it on herself for getting overexcited.

W-what is this? Is it because my love exploded? No, it's the end of the interrogation. For goodness sake... As always, things never go as planned, do they? With you prisoners, I mean. Uh...Um... This is what'll be extracting songs, right? But, I'm not that good at singing, though. You won't necessarily be the one singing. Your mental landscape will present itself in the form of songs and videos- that's all.

This is something Genderqueer-mahiru brought up as tying Milgram and Caligula Effect together. So, it's important to highlight that Es in canon blatantly states that something which occurs within the Caligula Effect universe is also occuring within Milgram. Let's continue/circle back to Kazui.

Kazui's first voice drama displays to us that the prisoners are actually sharing information amongst eachother. At least Futa is explaining Shidou and Mahiru's responses and immediate guess that this was the thing that extracted songs.

He does this from the very beginning by testing out the barrier.

Now then... I wonder how this will turn out. Sorry for the wait prisoner no.07, Kazui. ...Hm? Excuse me. W-what?! Sorry, just let this idot restrain you for a second. E-eh...! Kh...! You...! That's rude! Eagh...! Now, now... I won't hurt you, so don't be afraid... -Huh...? Ghaah! Nn... What's this...? I've suddenly lost my strength...?

When Kazui is just restraining Es he's behavior is allowed. However, after he states he has no intention to hurt Es suddenly his behavior is prohibited. Showcasing how much of a liar Kazui is right off that bat. Because he said that knowing full and well he absolutely did have the intention to hurt Es the only thing which is prohibited. Something he goes into after.

Hmm~ Hey! Are you listening to me, Kazui?! If someone tries to hit you their fist will suddenly stop... From Futa's accounts I had the mental image of an invisible wall. So, I was wondering about what would happen if I tried to restrain you. ... But the moment I tried it, I lost my strength. I wonder why? It was almost like I, myself, became oppossed to attacking you. Hmph, I don't know all the details either. I just know that a prisoner can't attack the guard. I see... Hehaha. But knowing that it's not like a magic barrier reassures me, as an old man. So there is a way to realistically explain it, at least... It might be something similar to hypnosis.

Then when the machine starts this is Kazui's response-

What's this? It's time to end the interrogation. It's a pity- we were just starting to get serious. Haa... What a relief. I've had enough of this.

Pretedning to be surprised but happy all the same for it to be over. I say pretending because we know from Amane's reaction that mostly everyone was told how these interrogations go.

Oh, my. Is it already over? It was a fun time. While we had some minor disagreements you listened to what I had to say. I am very happy about that. ...

Mikoto is an interesting case because he does not respond to the bell since at the time it rings he's apparently not conscious of the situation. It's like this seemingly both trials. I'm not gonna play these games with this man anymore. It's oddly conveninent that he doesn't have a reaction to the room changing both times. Even though he would know exactly how the room fucking looked before and would be waking up to a completely changed environment. Despite that he's rather calm. Even though this was something jarring for other prisoenrs to see happen in real time.

He's jsut here like yeah this might as well fucking happen I guess. He just wakes up in a changed room and just rolls with it. Both times apparently.

Since Kotoko has seen this happen several times already she's rather relaxed about it. The one shocked this time is actually Es.

...! It's time... Oh, well. Then we can leave things as is. All I've wanted to say has already been said anyway.

Again this is interesting because of how greatly it aligns with the Caligula Effect games. As well as telling fans that the song extraction machine is just not within the prison while the guard is asleep and the trials aren't going on. It's more than likley just summoned into the room when needed.

Meaning the prisoners can celebrate the trials being over by going at least we don't have to hear that creepy bell anymore. I'm also surprised none of the prisoners have like seen Jackalope cooking? Or there's not many fanworks about that. Like they all go to the kitchen as well.

#milgram #gunsli rambles

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