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snellyfish · 3 years

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May I ask..... what is in your post game V3? I dunno how to ask this without sounding weird.

HM!!!!!!!!! GOOD QUESTION;;

I mostly only have braincells for Kiyo and Angie so not a lot of my thoughts are straying from that unfortunately LMAO, I was able to branch off a bit answering this though so thank you for indirectly helping me develop more!!

But I like to think it's the same scenario as the second game where it was all just a simulation. I know what I fantasize about is a VR AU and that "postgame" tends to refer to the survivors but literally none of my favorites survived so reality can be whatever I want: postgame Shinnaga is so canon it's unreal!! I'm sure there's probably a VR fic for them somewhere out there in the world, I wouldn't know because I suck at reading fhdjfk, but I would love to write my own someday HEH

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They'd all wake up one by one as they die and end up all in the same facility where they're taken care of by the Danganronpa team, unable to leave until they’re well again due to the contracts they signed prior to playing-- Meaning Angie wakes up, Tenko wakes up a few hours later, Kiyo another few hours later, etc. Angie jumps back pretty quick from things so she'd be already VERY excited to see Kiyo* after watching the trial, mostly because Angie like immediately caught onto what his sister really was to him (HINT: CONTROLLING AND AWFUL) and yelling at her screen saying "GOD WILL SMITE YOU ALL FOR PICKING ON THE WEAK" at everyone just calling him some incestuous freak during the trial. Angie does have genuinely incredible intuition (thanks god!) so she looks past the fact he murdered her Scarily Fast. Everyone would definitely mistrust and hate Angie even more as she tries to preach to them afterwards about Kiyo and how they need to forgive him since he’s a victim and God (most important opinion) already forgave him, but no one ever listened to her anyway especially postgame so it’s all in vain 😔

*whom might take a bit to wake up and fully acclimate again because...idk this man was boiled alive that's kinda Fucked I think all the executed would take longer to wake up because they went through more lengthy + traumatic deaths I guess? This just means even more time for Angie to sit on her thoughts about what happened to her+Kiyo yuh yuh

Everyone becomes a mix of their pregame selves and the identities they were given, they'd end up being mediocre/average (sometimes bad) at what their handpicked talent was but a lot of them still keep up doing it until they DO become good again. A very small amount of them try to replicate their killing game outfits and kinda live off the high of being what they once were and accomplished in their fake memories, like Miu and Himiko. (this also makes me think about Irumeno a bit more 👀) Pretty much every single one of them in pregame saw themselves as nothing, being disposable enough to be in a killing game (even if it turns out to be virtual), so the new identities would overpower the mix for the most part since they’re the more intensified and dramaticized personality--IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE LOL.

--Angie absolutely never stopped her art and has a less intense view on Religion, since garnering more experiences in life she’s just be less intense in general I'd think; more open with her emotions in that she'd actually cry, but still very manic and bubbly and optimistic nonetheless. After getting help (mostly from Kiyo who deals with the same thing), Angie is able to differentiate her thoughts and desires from “God”’s thoughts and desires, YEA she still has a funky little friend in her head. She's not AS pushy especially not with her equally traumatized fellow killing game participants but she still absolutely gets her moments of intensity and assertiveness now and then if she thinks something God is telling her is absolute truth and for the betterment of everyone: she is still Angie afterall, truly believing everyone would be much happier with her God in their lives but having enough self-restraint to know everyone will just push her away further if she tries to help them in that regard. She has her moments of desperation but most everyone’s too far gone from her already.

--Korekiyo is such a complicated one--I do like to think of pregame Kiyo as transfem/nonbinary and that would partially stick into his postgame identity in some way...killing game Kiyo was Just A Dude but after becoming the mix of the two identities he'd be VERY confused, especially with the influence of his (simulated) sister's influence. (genderfluid time? :)) He'd have varying degrees of when his...sister...alter...thing...comes out, or is present in his head in any regard, she'd be gone or slowly disappearing from his mind for months at a time and he'd initially be extremely unstable about it because he feels extremely isolated and lost when he can’t talk to her, but he's got Angie by his side so he becomes significantly less stressed about it over time, learning to cope with it. Eventually he finds himself no longer dependent on sister and...has to learn a SECOND time to not be unhealthily dependent; on Angie this time. (funky little idea I’ve been wanting to draw/write about sometime...hnnrngm) They’re both miracle workers when it comes to each other’s mental health it’s kinda insane. Of course, after realizing that Sister never really existed, he harbors near-immediate guilt for having murdered Angie and Tenko once he’s alone with his thoughts, not being puppeteered by sister, realizing everything he ever did he did for HER and realizing how fucked it all was pretty quickly--he does crave interacting with his victims in a positive and healing light but he’s sort of traumatized by it all to the point he is TERRIFIED when they’re around him at first.

--Tenko ends up EVEN MORE protective and grudgeful after she wakes up, trying to shield everyone and everything from most of the blackened, absolutely makes Kiyo manage to feel like even worse shit when he's got 1 extremely supportive and loving woman he killed and 1 extremely spiteful woman he killed who might legitimately murder him in return if he’s not careful. Tenko never makes amends with Angie and becomes close with Himiko (who's close with Gonta despite Tenko's wishes (she hates him for killing Miu, local woman)), managing to keep Himiko far far away from Angie, not only for "stealing" Himiko in the Student Council but also for the fact Angie's glued to Kiyo's side--making her the second least trustworthy person to Tenko..

--Himiko is very traumatized after the game due to surviving all the way til the end, likely making her (along with Shuichi+Maki) very disillusioned and lost--unable to decipher anything from fiction or reality--it takes a long time for Himiko to really “accept” anything; tried to cling to both Tenko and Angie but ends up just stuck on Tenko, mourning the loss of her friendship with Angie while doing so. Himiko would probably be shoved away from Gonta at first as well, but Tenko felt a lot more confident in Gonta so after a long while of her aggressively trying to teach him manners and keeping an emotional deathgrip on him whenever he wants to interact with Himiko, they’d end up close friends again. Still thinking about Irumeno-- Also with the whole ~~Survivor Delusions~~ thing, I think that helps play into Himiko’s attachment and insistence to keep up her old magician identity, because she has a very hard time trying to tell what’s real n fake ykno, and it takes her a while to realize she doesn’t have her talent anymore; absolutely ending in tearful breakdowns and unending determination to find herself again by forcibly trying to improve and push herself to her limits.

For the most part Kiyo and Angie are outcasted from everyone else, a lot of that being due to Tenko's preaching but...also everyone just doesn't understand what actually happened to Kiyo and they are all deathly worried about Angie, but not enough to get themselves involved; they're scared of Angie too, afterall, not as much as they're scared of Kiyo but ykno-- They think her naivety and determination to “fix him” is going to get her murdered again, every day they’re just counting down the minutes until it happens again. (spoiler alert: it doesn’t)

I could ABSOLUTELY go off more but I really have to end this at some point so fhdsjkfds--

TLDR;; Angie (and God alter) forgive Kiyo almost immediately. Sister alter likes to disappear sometimes making Kiyo sad and unfortunately dependent on Angie. Both Kiyo + Angie help each other heal and recover from their issues. Tenko hates both Kiyo + Angie with a passion and protectively forbids Himiko from seeing either of them. Himiko is close friends with Tenko and Gonta and Maybe More with Miu.

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glimmerspirals · 2 years

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glimmerspiral lore post?!?!?!?!?!

it may or may not get pretty dark, containing incest, murders, mentions of torture, sex (briefly and once), adultery and such

It's them! They are children of Queen Waterfall who ruled the seawing tribe more than 500 years before the events of arc 1.

Undine is the oldest princess and the angriest one, kinda like Tsunami except more categorical and brutal. She never had to worry about any potential rivals for the throne since both her sisters were too scared of her to even think of challenging her (it's not like she was actively bullying them, she just had that menacing, unsettling vibe to her). She is aloof and hates any ceremonies, preferring training. She also enjoys fighting and that's why, when she became queen, she parted her ruling duties with the job of a general, while her husband was in charge of the council meetings, paperwork and such.

She became the queen at the age of 21 and got a magic trident as a coronation gift from her sister Siren. The trident has the ability to control any clear water near it and was held dear by the new queen, both as a powerful weapon and a memory of Siren.

Undine had never understood her feelings well and, due her lone attitude, never had any friends (asides from her siblings (specifically Kelpie)) and, obviously, lovers. So, after all of her siblings (minus Typhon) had abandoned her in various ways, she mistook her desire to ensure that Typhon won't leave her, too, for love and married him (he was more that fine with being a king so he got along with it).

She is later killed in a revolution organized by her adopted daughter/niece Chartreuse.

If Undine had a book it would be named "Rising Tides".

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Leviathan is the oldest prince and is the same age as Undine. He is an animus and had enchanted a few artifacts for Waterfall (they are long gone by the start of arc 1). He is quiet, thoughtful and rather poetic, though nobody knows about the latter. Due to his magic his mother actively tried to marry him. This eventually made him not attracted to *normal-looking* females in both romantic and sexual way.

However, Leviathan had noticed that, from the very childhood, he had been attracted to dragons with congenital deformities. He pitied those with permanent injuries, but was fascinated with those who were born *different* (at least, whose differences were clean to see).

One day he met a dragon named Lamprey, who was born in a place named Abysmal Town, which is located far deeper than anything in the Kingdom of the Sea. This way of life, obvioulsy, couldn't've gone without consequences, thus heavily altering Lamprey's appearance. Many dragons would consider her hideous, but Leviathan was in awe. They had quickly become lovers and Leviathan enchanted an earring to make everyone except him see Lamprey as a normal beautiful seawing and introduced her to his mother. She reluctantly accepted her since Leviathan refused to marry anyone else and was the only (she doesn't know, she lacks critical information) animus in the family.

But one day, a year before Undine's coronation, he and Lamprey had escaped to the Abysmal Town. Its population was slowly but surely reducing and only a miracle could save them. Lamprey, luckily, had found this miracle in the face of her lover, who would do anything for her, and convinced him to move to the Abyss. Its residents were rather happy to have an animus in their town and allowed him to mate with all their females to raise the possibility of new animi being born. Spoiler: new animi were born.

If he had a book it would be named "Going Down/Deeper".

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Siren is the middle princess. She is a year younger than Undine and Leviathan and is a secret animus. She has light-headed and dreamy personality and would often fantasize about anything and everything. This part of her personality allowed her to discover her powers before anyone else. She kept them secret since she never liked being bossed around.

Her life was pretty average for a princess (aside from a few assasination attempts, but it's a rutine for a princess who is considered useless by the councilors). She never wanted to rule and wanted to be a singer instead. She even enchanted herself a seashell necklace to make her voice loud and beautiful.

Princess followed Leviathan's steps as she escaped from the kingdom right after Undine's coronation, fearful of what's to come. Lastly, she revealed to Undine that she was an animus all along and gifted her with a trident.

She then found a cave and turned herself into a statue for five hundred years, hoping that, by that time, Undine won't be present.

Five hundred years later she awakens, but keeps a low profile, a few days later, however, being involved into mysterious shenaningans involving an egocentric hybrid brat, a scavenger turned dragon and Leviathan's descendant, who is also an animus. She later has two animus dragonets with the latter.

If she had a book it would be named "Charms of the Sea".

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Typhon is the youngest prince and is is two years younger than Undine and Leviathan.

I can't say much about him except that he is a snobby intelligent brat who enjoys chemistry and, specifically, creation of various poisons. He even had his own guinea pig to test them on! (but it's not important, he's not important.)

He had the most distant relationship with Undine, but the loss of their other siblings brought them closer.

When Chartreuse started the revolution, he had commited suicide by drinking the poison from the flask he had always wore on his neck specifically for occasions like this.

If he had a book, it wouls de named "Toxic Swirls".

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Kelpie is the youngest princess, four years younger than Undine and Leviathan.

She has extremely pessimistic personality. She is also quite egocentric and capricious and isn't used to moments when anything has nothing to do with her. She would often point out her status as a princess to get what she wants. Oddly enough, she was the one to have closest relationship with Undine, the latter often protecting her from any dangers.

She also has an attraction to dragons from other tribes which she goes along with.

She had started a relationship with Ascidian, a young, but promising councilor who Waterfall was quite fond of. At first, their relationship were fine, good even. However, with a flow of time Kelpie's personality started to get worse since Ascidian was really obedient with her, thus unknowingly pampering her ego. She would often go and mate with other dragons without hiding nor addressing it. Fights started to happen. One of them had resulted in Ascidian killing Kelpie in a fit of rage and then fleeing. This happened right before Undine's coronation.

If she had a book, it would be named ??? idk. any ideas?

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While Siren wasn't aware of this and never will be, Undine and Typhon were furious and, without proper investigation, accused Ascidian of murder (really lucky guess, huh). They, after some time, found Ascidian and then tortured him for a few months until he died.

During that, they accidentally found out that Kelpie and Ascidian had an egg (the latter will never know of that). After a short debate they decided to adopt it as a memory of Kelpie.

Later a female dragonet hatched, it was decided to name her Chartreuse. While both parents didn't really like her, Undine seeing Ascidian in her and Typhon not liking kids generally, getting rid of her would really be an unforgivable waste, so they reluctantly raised her. Chartreuse will never find out what happened to her father.

She then meets a rebellion leader named Algae and quickly falls for him. He then persuades her to join his group and eventually lead it in a revolution. She agrees and, during revolution, personally kills Undine, thus officially becoming a new queen.

Any questions?

#wings of fire #wof art #wof oc #seawing #glimmerspirals lore

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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotten Memory

Now facing an internal battle between her heart and mind, Samantha faces her fears and searches for the truth. Will she accept the past? Will she listen to her heart? Or will she let her memories get the best of her?

Chapter 10 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

Previous Chapter : Roach - A SurPRICE Visit

What is this o.O

The Heart knows what the Brain Doesn't

Samantha Coleman

141's High Value Individual

Task Force 141 Base - General Shepherd's Office

The base was quiet. Everyone else fled off to their mission and all Samantha could think about is Alex. But why? Maxine told her he wanted to meet him, but Alex told her it's because she dropped her pendant. Whose story is she going to believe in? She could feel her heart beat differently ever since she saw him with General Shepherd. Her whole body except for her brain reacted to his presence. She even felt weak after slapping him, it's like her brain commanded it but her hands wanted to disobey. Who is he?

Maxine passed by with an apple she got from the kitchen counter.

"Sam, you okay?" she asked, biting the fruit and sitting in the chair across from her.

"I've been thinking… about how you knew Alex and how she knows me…" she sighed, it was relieving to let out all her bottled thoughts, especially that now they're both alone.

"Well, we met in a bar. Had a few drinks then showed me a photo of you." she said, holding her hand.

"I honestly believed he did know you and tried to lengthen the conversation, just so I know he's good enough and knows a lot. He actually aced the test but he was very drunk when I told her to meet again. After that He showed up the next day and I had to work. Whatever happened after my shift was- ow." she interrupted herself because of a minor pain from recalling her memories. She still hasn't been able to remember all of them, even after a lot of sleep.

"Yeah. That's about it on your side. Mine's just that… He looked creepy, his eyes felt like he was looking for me in a weird way and so I ran. After that life continued. You went on a leave and I resumed working." She supplied, staring at the grey walls of the mess hall.

"I wish I'd remember where I went on that vacation. It'd be cool." Max commented, crunching on another bite.

"My heart… beats differently when he's near. It's like he's really familiar." She whispered.

"Oh. Someone's been struck by the Cupid. He is attractive though. Without those ink, he'd probably be your type." Max teased, winking at her and nudging her. Samantha was serious, though.

"Look. I admit my heart feels something for him. It's a mix of guilt and longing. But why would I long for someone I just met?" She sighed and dropped her head on the table, groaning as her mind and her heart battled against the inconsistencies.

"Look. It's not too crowded here. Maybe we could do some research by their library!" Max suggested, creating finger guns and humming the Mission Impossible theme song as she stood up and went to the library. Samantha chuckled.

"So we're spies now?!" She placed a hand on her forehead as she followed her wacky best friend.

Maxine typed down Alex on the search bar, his public profile appeared and they began reading his file. It was all basic ideas, Nationality, Height, his name was redacted and they couldn't bypass it so they just ignored it and headed to the next term.

"CIA Agent Alex helped locate and detain CIA Mole." Samantha read with her mouth. Maxine quickly clicked the article and photos of her appeared on almost every page.

Unlike Maxine, these notes didn't hurt her mind except it hurt her heart that she treated him that way, after all this time. He was there to save her. He located you through Maxine to save you from the same captors that played with your brain months ago.

"Ooooh. It says here you two were safely housed in a remote safehouse for almost a month. Really Sam? Maybe something happened within that time? Can you please remember how he looked underneath those clothes. For me?" she giggled. Samantha knew she was joking but it was an honest possibility.

Could it be that she fell for the guy that saved her and sat with her for almost a month? Or the two of them fell in love? Her heart was racing as the possibilities overloaded her brain, her cheeks started to blush as her thoughts consumed her. This wasn't her mind talking to her, it was her heart. It's reminding her of Alex.

"Oh. Shit." Maxine muttered and Sam snapped back to reality, putting her hand on Max's shoulders and looked into the screen once again.

Due to a special favor promised by Samantha's father, he has authorized to apply an MK Ultra procedure to her, whose main intention is to Alter her memories of the IP Address along with the events that happened prior to kidnapping.

"You agreed to forget him?" Max looked at her, a frown formed as she started to console her.

"I guess so… Maybe something happened between us." She sobbed. She didn't want to cry, but the realization set in on her. They met, they bonded and she forced herself to forget him. No wonder Alex felt sad after being slapped.

"I want to ask him about us." Sam said with determination. Maxine liked the confidence but was also concerned about her feelings.

"What if you wanted to forget him, that's why you did it? Would you be ready to feel the sadness all over again?" Maxine asked. Samantha paused for a while. She made sense but her gut is telling her to push through her initial plan.

"I'm sorry Max, but I made my choice. I have to know everything about us, Whatever it Takes." she said.

"I'm here to support you. After all, you're the only memory I have left. They took everything. I don't know why but my memory began when I moved in. That's where my story started. Maybe there's a reason for it so, here I am for you. You're my family." she said, hugging her tight.

"Well, you could add a few more people in your family." she smiled.

"Yeah. It's full of tough looking brothers ready to protect us. And one soft Gary." she noted.

"He is a sweetheart, huh?" Samantha asked, getting a hint of something else from her.

"Well, he talks a lot and he gets me sometimes. It's a shame he's always out there saving the world." Max chuckled. Samantha froze.

"I know you want this to work..."

"This is our proposed digital art for our ad…"

"... and I know in my heart that I do too…"

"The colors need to be more vibrant!"

"...but I can't live loving you with worry in my heart..."

"I'm staying a little bit longer, See you tomorrow!"

"... and I don't want to be the reason that you'll stop saving the world. I know you want that. It's your job to. It's what you built your whole life to become..."

Her head started projecting two realities, it confused her. Which was right and which was wrong? She knew the work one was right, but the memories she just made right now while crying in front of Alex made more sense. Which was real? Which was fake?

"Sam! You okay?" Maxine snapped her fingers and Samantha blinked rapidly.

"I'm going crazy Max." she panted.

"What's wrong?" she consoled.

"My memories. They're all wrong. Why did I agree to this?" Samantha continued breathing heavily.

"Well, for starters. It's to forget that IP Address you memorized as a kid."

"But why did they change the recent ones too? Did I decide that my time spent with Alex is worth forgetting? Did he break my heart or did I break his?" She sighed. She knew for herself that she was unable to love again because of her loss, but what if Alex made it right for her? Alex did something that helped her move on? That's why her heart felt yearning for him?

"Sam. I'm no love doctor but if this really bothers you, you should talk to him. I have no idea when they'll get back but I'm looking forward to your resolution." She patted her shoulders and gave her a soft hug. Samantha felt like crying, but why?

After a while, Samantha actually had the courage to ask about Alex's whereabouts. Word has it that he's being redeployed to Germany to investigate another alleged Augustus base and that they had no idea when he'll be back.

This worries Samantha because they already heard about a transfer of authority, which in simple words meant : You're leaving the base. And that meant she won't see Alex anymore.

Maxine and Samantha sat on their beds at the infirmary to recover once again, both of them fell quiet as the news they got started to bother them. They already got attached to the people in the base and were sure that they're going to miss them. All they could do is hope that the team gets home before they leave the base.

“You think Alex will be okay?” Samantha shifted her sleeping position to Maxine, who was still awake humming to soothing melodies. Maxine shifted to face her too and smiled.

“You’re worried.” She teased, making her smile and giggle.

“Well, my heart told me I have to worry…”

“That’s normal. And don’t you worry ‘bout a thing… He’s a tough guy, remember? He’s trained to survive such harsh conditions. That’s what his file said, right?” She reminded Samantha, giving her an assuring smile. Samantha shrugged off her worry and closed her eyes. She started to imagine what it felt like being with him, based on information from his file. She can’t help but smile at her crazy idea. She felt like a teenager all over again, obsessing herself on fictional characters she watched on TV, since she could only base his personality on words alone. But she did remember how his cheeks felt, from the slap, and placed her palm on her cheek as well. It felt like he was with her and her heart felt excited as she awaited for his return.

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elytrafemme · 3 years

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i made a mistake in saying i would write an analysis about 30 day SMP because, despite hyperfixating and being a writer, when i talk about my special interests my brain either allows me to write a lot of words on the subject, or absolutely none because it distracts itself. so i am going to cross my fingers and hope that this is like, somewhat decent?

anyway, i am just thinking about 30 day SMP, man. because while i really like a lot of other minecraft roleplays circulating right now (most notably dreamSMP, as i’m planning on getting into third life and hermitcraft when i have more time in around a month), there’s something about 30 day SMP that just... resonates. see, i really like complex narratives and the like, but what i enjoy about 30 day SMP is that it is a smaller selection of people that are, oftentimes, always interacting, and generally have to be very active due to the time constraint. and it is improv lore that is, questionable, even if it is lore, because while they’re roleplaying nobody’s declared that yet, so take this with a grain of salt.

but i think this makes 30 day SMP very interesting narratively. because unlike dreamSMP, where there are so many different protagonists and antagonists and scopes depending on the lens you view it through, 30 day SMP, at large, has one central sort of plot line. in my perspective which may be biased and is undeniably rather stupid.

so, you have the set. from memory, forgive me for those i forget, we have: wilbur, tommy, philza, tubbo, ranboo, sneeg, jack, and charlie. these characters quickly settle into their own roles when we look at it from a plot and relationship perspective.

let’s start with the protagonist: ranboo. also one of the protagonists in dreamSMP (in my opinion, though i think all of benchtrio are arguably the protagonists there), i think it is undeniable that he takes the protagonist role simply due to his character being one of the most active ones, and his character relationships.

then we have tubbo. the instant sidekick, so to speak, who is considerably more powerful than the other people (and undeniably much more than ranboo himself) and is thusly cursed to exist for a very select period of time. he is reckless and defiant, and ranboo often slots himself into a protective role. we’ll cycle back to this.

philza, next. because phil is an interesting character, but for now, until i later revisit him, i will simply consider him a mentor character. he is well versed in hardcore world, and him and ranboo work well together to form their underground base and salvage resources.

last character i will specifically address before unpacking the lore and its impact is tommy. tommy, i would argue, is the primary antagonist. the antagonist that is closer to home, so to speak. he is friendly with the others in a sense, but he holds power over all of them, and he is directly what opposes ranboo’s prime desire-- to protect those he cares for, which ultimately resolves to protecting tubbo fairly quickly-- due to his restrictions he places. tommy is not an evil character in any sense, but from ranboo’s pov he is undeniably one of two antagonists. and i think he’s a very very interesting one.

now, plot develops. and we find charlie to be the first victim-- and a perfect first victim at that, amicable and unassuming yet startilingly ominous, in a way first read as a joke but after his death is more haunting. and his killer? jack. jack, who always had views that defied tommy, defied everyone. jack, who had a bloodlust underneath him. jack, who isolates himself and quickly becomes the madman, who killed a man once and won’t hesitate to repeat his actions.

then, we have the next sequence of deaths. the tragedy that was unwritten in a way that solidified it. wilbur accidentally murders his father and is griefstricken, going as far as to sacrifice his own life for philza, as he believed his father had more he could offer than he ever could. but philza was not willing to accept that, and even as tommy altered the laws of the universe to revive them both, only wilbur accepted that position.

and then, of course, the incident happens. what kills ranboo’s innocence, so to speak. this, here, is when i establish one critical fact about this SMP that i love: ranboo is not just a hero. ranboo is a tragic hero, plagued by his tragic flaw of overprotection. you see it in everything he does: the way he drops what he’s doing to find tubbo when the other is out of sight and quiet, the way he searches for resources and devotes hours of time to that task, the way he kills phantoms and mobs to protect the other-- everything. and this overprotection is what kills wilbur in the end, this foresight and innocent act that drew wilbur closer to the enemy than farther away, that kills wilbur permanently and leaves ranboo riddled with guilt as the ghost of wilbur instructs him on what he inherited, and what he must do to honor wilbur’s death.

it’s the first time, but not the last time, that ranboo is mentored with ghosts. conclusively, though, it is the first time that ranboo’s image is altered-- though not drastic, sneeg and jack see him as a murderer, and both have very different reactions. ranboo is quick to lie to the others, like philza and tubbo, and state that it was the creeper’s fault, slyly leaving out his own part and continuing his ventures in protecting tubbo and the others he cares for.

this is the launch of ranboo being a tragic hero. and this is the launch of philza not only being a mentor character, but a catalyst. see, philza encourages ranboo to start acting violently, specifically against jack, who is pegged as the antagonist because he is the easiest antagonist there. he’s bloodthirsty, he thought he was akin to ranboo despite the circumstances being different, and philza has a disdain for him that he does not have for tommy. philza speaks to ranboo’s language when ranboo denies this path, saying that philza didn’t want his friends to die, which is the same line of thinking ranboo has; he doesn’t want himself, tubbo, or anyone else-- hell, even jack himself-- to die. in the end, philza’s words just haunt him, but he continues fishing. be it in company, or in solitude.

we’ve gone an impressive amount of paragraphs before directly hitting the mare staple, so i may as well clear it out here. yes, a lot of this is a comparison drawn to macbeth. you’re welcome. one of these days, i’ll compare these roleplays to another shakespeare play, but for now all you get is this.

anyway, i kind of need to conclude this here. but i will end it with: i am very excited to see how lore develops, if they even want this to involve lore, which they may entirely not. it is possible ranboo will die soon, but i wonder if tubbo will die first. too many close encounters, after all, and maybe a faceoff with tommy and the loss of the one person he cared for more than anything, seemingly, would be what shakes him. and i wonder if that, in of itself, could spur him into violence. all to protect, of course. never to hurt.

... it seems like today was a several paragraphs sort of day, then. thanks for reading this far. no i’m not proofreading this are you kidding?

#nightmare.personal #nightmare.analysis #30day smp analysis #30day smp #free trial smp #free trial smp analysis #not sure what to tag

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wendydarling1400 · 3 years

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JANE EYRE: INFP

Fi:

Jane Eyre, throughout the novel is completely devoted to her principles and beliefs. Although quiet and isolated Jane is not afraid to express her true opinion and judgments. When she observes Mr Rochester alienating Adele she gently teaches him that Adele should be treated with respect; Jane shows that she has strong empathy and will not accept people talking down to children “Adele is not answerable for either her Mother’s faults or yours (...) forsaken by her Mother and disowned by you, I shall cling closer to her than before”; Jane is stubborn and unmoving in her moral judgments in which she pulls from her internal beliefs (this is evident in the fact that these views are deeply against the social norms of the time). As Jane moves from place to place the things she clings to is her sense of self and her determination to be happy with her moral actions, this brings her great comfort in her circumstances “I can live alone if self-respect and circumstances require me to do so”; Jane leaves Thornfield on the pretence that she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she were to stay and be tempted into living a bigamous marriage. Mr Rochester recognises that Jane is innocent and “untainted” leading him to ask Jane continuously if the actions he has taken are morally right to which Jane happily and honestly gives advice “you would in time find it possible to become what you yourself would approve”.Although Jane expresses to the reader that she loves Mr Rochester “while I breathe and think, I must love him” and is completely loyal to him, she will not act immorally for him “I like to serve you in all that is right” again proving that her principles are the most important thing to her and that she constantly evaluates things from an Fi perspective. Jane longs for love and affection which is what makes following her principles even harder as they often cost her the gateway to that in which she is seeking “to the crib I took my doll. Human beings must love something.”

Ne:

After establishing her principles and gaining all she feels she can from Lowood, Jane decides to move on. Although Jane is in search of a place or someone she belongs to, she easily becomes bored with the mundane and longs for deeper conversations and interactions finding Miss Fairfax, though kind, does not satisfy Jane in this way. Jane is intrigued and drawn in by Helen Burns and Miss Temples conversions as they discuss the bigger picture, she sees this as meaningful and interesting. Jane attaches herself quickly to Helen who is at first not particularly welcoming to Jane “you ask too many questions, I want to get back to my book” although this interaction could have put Jane off, she enjoys Helen’s insights and wisdom “Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs”; Helen is wise and unlike other people around her, she talks about deeper matters of life in which Jane asks many questions about and seemingly absorbs the answers to (her Ne feeds her Fi); it is clear that many of Helen’s teachings are absorbed by Jane and brought into later life. Jane’s Ne lives for the excitement of deeper conversation and a thirst for diving into multiple hobbies including, painting, writing and playing the piano. It is this saviour function that ironically actually works as a saviour for Jane in her life, as a child she is told that she has ‘bad blood’ due to her emotional responses but her Ne and openness to new information (Helen and her teachings) transforms Jane into a principled and responsible young woman. In Mr Rochester Jane finds another person who enjoys deeper topics of conversation, he is also out of the box and strange, before Mr Rochester returned to Thornfield (before they met) she begins to find as months move pass by that she is becoming restless and again thinks of finding herself a new situation. However it is Mr Rochester and his company who keeps her at Thornfield. Jane also possesses a vivid imagination as she constantly invisions ghostly experiences in Gateshead, down the path whilst posting a letter (Gytrash), and most obviously at Thornfield hall; she expresses that as a child she only enjoyed reading stories about “fairies” and “genii”, and in later life is constantly told by Mr Rochester that she is like numerous different fairytale creatures and that she is“Unearthly.”

Si:

Sentimental and comfort seeking, Jane moves from place to place in search for a home and love. Jane consistently looks back over the past romanticising elements and also feeling upset over others. Though the book has to recollect her past, Jane has very strong feelings and statements to make regarding it. Jane reviews her past deeply and, remembers in great detail how she categorised each person and event she encountered. Jane has a Fi-Si loop which pulls her back in her personal journey; she has at times an unhealthy look on the past as she jumpes from one extreme view on the past to the other (pain and romanticism). After meeting the aristocratic group in which Mr Rochester brings to Thornfield one of the women automatically reminds Jane of Mrs Reed, Jane begins to sink into some of her past experiences of Mrs Reed and then forms somewhat of a disliking for the woman because she looks like her. When Jane returns to Gateshead to see Mrs Reed, memories flood back hitting her hard showing the power that Jane’s Si holds over her hitting her Fi at times very harshly. Obviously, we can all have bad memories but Jane is strongly guided by them and refers back to them many a time throughout her life, sometimes strongly living in the past “Old times crowded fast back on me”; “the inanimate objects were not changed; but the living things had altered past recognition” Jane clearly remembers Gateshead vividly as she travels back there in her mind frequently. It is clear that Jane’s Fi is strongly attached to her Si and is sometimes fed negative thoughts “I did not need directions to the well-known room, to which I had so often been summoned for chastisement in former days”; “the recollection of childhood terrors and sorrows revived”. Even the physical places in which Jane lives mean a lot to her as she categorises each place as a new stepping stone in her life.

Te:

Jane has a quiet and gentle nature however at moments during the novel her Te shows in a direct and passionate way; when Mr Rochester first talks about sending Jane off to a new place/situation, Jane quietly digests it trying not to show her grief, but over time Jane feels she cannot hold in her emotions anymore and speaks directly to Mr Rochester in an effort to get her views across which she had previously kept to herself “Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain and little that I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you." Mr Rochester is shocked by this side of Jane as it is rarely shown. Jane also speaks to the ‘gypsy lady’ directly as the interview she conducts feels uncomfortable, making Jane feel on edge and as a result she has a sharper tongue than usual “ ‘Why do you not consult my art?’ ‘because I am not silly.’ (...) “‘You are cold and you are silly’ ‘prove it’; Jane is more blunt and short when put on the spot by someone who is trying to read her deep emotions; making her defensive.

Hufflepuff:

One of Jane’s main traits is loyalty, she is loyal in many ways; Jane is loyal to her principles sticking to them strictly, she is loyal to Helen and her guidance, and she is most obviously loyal to Mr Rochester. Jane has no idea what Mr Rochester’s big secret is and doesn’t try to force it out of him or investigate herself (by perhaps going up to the tower), instead she trusts him and does whatever she can to serve him as a friend; “Can I help you, sir? - I’d give anything to serve you”, Jane earns the trust of Mr Rochester very quickly despite the fact that he is deeply secretive, as he sees that Jane is loyal and honest and would keep his secrets not wishing to harm him “ ‘my little friend!’ Said he, ‘I wish I were on a quiet island with only you” Mr Rochester knows that Jane does not easily judge or cast aside people and that if everyone else around him were to hate him, she would not. Jane is forgiving, even though she feels great sorrow in regard to Mrs Reed she forgives her “a strong yearning to forget and forgive all injuries- to be reconciled and clasp hands with amity” this shows that Jane is caring and not prideful or bitter, she has true Hufflepuff traits (wanting peace and harmony). As Well as this Jane is also hugely modest and uncompetitive in nature “I will do my best; it is a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer”; “If he expects me to talk for the sake of talking and showing off, he will find he has addressed himself to the wrong person”, Jane is disinterested in gossip and being boastful and competitive, when Jane and Mr Rochester plan to get married Jane refuses to have anything big and over the top wanting only the simple things in life, the simple things strongly include love for Jane; “There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort”. When she learns that her uncle died and left her a huge sum of money, Jane’s initial reaction was sadness as she had never met her uncle, and not excitement towards the money that would mean a different life for her. Jane holds love above everything else. Jane is a Hufflepuff because she values, loyalty, kindness, modesty, fair-play and hard-work.

-WendyDarling1400

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( SAMARA WEAVING, UNKNOWN, SHE/HER ) We opened the gates to the seelie court for CAMILLA DE' MEDICI and we are curious to see how the DEMON ( PRINCESS OF HELL ), that is often described as the halcyon, will contribute to the new era ━ are they the hunter, the prey ; or are they just here to search for Cosimo de' Medici, their twin brother? We will find our answers in due time and until then, we hope that they can keep their little secret from getting exposed. It could be dangerous if everyone knew what we know… ( sab, she/her, 23, gmt+2 )

STATS .

( taken ) name : camilla de’ medici . age : unknown ( stopped counting a long time ago ) . birthday : july 3 . nationality : n.a. / italian . species : demon ( princess of hell / formerly angel ) . gender : non-binary woman . orientation : pansexual & panromantic . religion : formerly catholic . moral alignment : lawful neutral . occupation : princess of italy / trained seamstress . location : cosimo de’ medici’s mansion .

PERSONALITY .

open, caring, compassionate. she was always a little more ... humane than most of her siblings. her deep fascination with everything living and moving and changing extended to humanity - from the moment she first came to earth ( still an angel then, and naively hopeful ) she had a sort of natural charm, always appearing approachable, friendly, and optimistic. while none of that changed, and she is usually genuine in all her feelings, there is a spark of calculation , at times - she’s seen too much of the world to simply accept things at face value anymore.

loyal to a fault. those she considers family are her everything, and she’d do anything to keep them safe. camilla generally strives for compromise and peace, for the sole reason that she’s tired of the fighting and the conflicts and the sorrows she witnessed in hell, but when the people she loves are concerned, all bets are off. whatever they need, she will provide — at whatever cost.

vindictive. it is hard to loose her good opinion ( or amused tolerance, as it may stand ) but once someone does, they are in serious trouble . although she barely showcases her demonic powers, she does know how to use them - and to mess with a princess of hell is, quite possibly, one of the worst mistakes one could make. it takes a lot to get her going, but when she does, she’s easily lost in violence. ( a touch of hell-ish insanity is hard to hide when it comes in so handy in certain situations. )

free-spirited. spurns rules and regulations; and bounds of any sort. likes travelling, moving, discovering, trying out new things. incredibly curious about anything and everything and reacts with wholehearted attempts and a humorous ‘ watch me ’ at someone telling her ‘ you can’t ’ .

perfectionist with a limited attention span; she has long since stopped trying to wrestle her mind into any sense of order, and tends to give in to impulses rather quickly. usually, they’re positive ones - new projects, interests, ideas - and it frustrates her a little when she cannot seem to finish any of them to her liking. it makes for ... interesting situations, however, when she does work for hell.

SKILLS .

trained ( and talented ) seamstress. her interest in clothing - and not just wearing, but making it - comes from that leftover angelic urge to create , she thinks. it started when cosimo and her were taken in by teresa; the woman was of the opinion that a princess needed to have certain skills, and after starting with embroidery, camilla quickly became interested in and learned the other aspects of the trade, and the hobby has remained with her since.

pianist. another one of these skills teresa so valued was musical proficiency . her singing, in their society’s general opinion, is no good ( not that she cares; she’ll sing as loudly and falsely as she wants if it brings her joy, thank you very much ) and she never quite got the hang of string instruments, but she managed to turn into a passable pianist. then again, centuries of practice will do that.

good mediator. ( when she wants to be. )

demonic powers. elevated strength, speed, and agility; possession, levitation, teleportation, and the lot. as she’s a princess of hell, her abilities are much stronger than those of normal demons, although she ranks on the lower end when compared with her immediate siblings, as she does not practice as much and hasn’t in centuries. her powers manifest mainly more defensive aspects, and she has an affinity for telekinesis ( as that is something she actually uses regularly for convenience ) , making her able to manipulate a large amount of objects or people at once and with surprising precision.

BIO .

they barely remember their creation. there was light , as it is said, and from nothing they became something ; one thing among many. heaven was home, and that was enough ( for a time ) , and they were one with their siblings ( until they weren’t ) . their fledgling days are a blur, now ; only a few memories stand out. cosimo and his tales of earth ; their strive for making , for being ; reprimands, restrictions, rules ; their other brothers’ annoyance - then anger - then fury - with all of it.

falling is much clearer in their mind ; mainly because it hurt . worth it , they told themselves as their wings burned up and their grace shattered and split and warped itself into something else somewhere between heaven and hell. they left, less out of malice than curiosity ; for the need to see, and to become , to be more than heaven’s meticulously directed hand. corruption , they knew their siblings called it. freedom , they whispered as they stretched into their new form, beyond what god intended.

except they weren’t free , not really ; there was a price for everything, even becoming . hell was ... much the same as heaven, they found, except viewed through a mirror. the humanity they idolized sold themselves out, but despite sharing their sibling’s curiosity to see just how far they could turn, hell’s work held little joy for them. they did not want to see the result - they wanted the process . they wanted life .

rising , in turn, was much easier given their position, they remember. at one point they simply left for an assigned task and didn’t come back - creeping through the cracks of the world, looking for ... something .

demon’s didn’t have true vessels , she knew from those who frequented earth ; but whatever was left of her grace, twisted though it might have been, recognized something in the girl. or maybe it was something around her - it mattered little when they took possession of the body. they were surprised, though, to reconcile that much with her - they felt her fear, her recent loss, her remaining love for a brother long gone ; a brother they now recognized as their own. they didn’t even need to lie to swear they would protect him above all else before the girl let go.

she became camilla . after recognizing cosimo’s grace in her vessel’s twin brother, her decision to remain on earth became final. it wasn’t just her promise to the girl ; she’d missed her brother more than any of her other siblings, and he welcomed her to his side with open arms, accepted her more than heaven or hell ever had. for the first time since creation, she felt ... whole . human. like she had choices ; had the freedom to choose a home.

eventually , they ended up in italy, being ‘ adopted ’ , of sorts, by the ruling family. the situation never ceased to amuse her, but she liked teresa well enough ( it felt interesting, being mothered ) and being once again styled ‘ princess ’ opened the doors for a myriad of new experiences. this was precicely the joy of life she had always craved. ( and if hell came a’knocking, no one forced her to open the door. )

things took a turn when cosimo decided to get married and fell in love - unfortunately in the wrong order, she thought then. illyria was … a special case. camilla didn’t particularly care for political marriages ( the trend of the decade was romance and she’d read far too many novels on the subject ) but her brother seemed open enough to the idea. so for his sake, camilla made an effort to befriend her; she was intrigued by the dragon and enjoyed her company with others, but they never quite became confidantes - camilla bemourned her brothers’ heart too much.

when instead , he fell in love with one of illyria’s ladies, she was ecstatic - this was what was meant to be. anastasia makes him happy, and so camilla is happy, too ; conversation was so much easier with her, and camilla came to love her like a sister and did everything to make her feel comfortable and supported in her new position as mistress - especially with a child on the way.

who could have expected neglecting illyria could have such dramatic consequences?

good things burn as good things do , and when cosimo was called back to heaven, something didn’t sit right with her. that fear was validated soon after when ana and aurora were attacked ; and with no way of knowing when cosimo would get back, she did what she could to help them. ( it wasn’t much. it, arguably, might have made things worse ; but it was the best option at the time. the only option. )

when she heard from heaven next , however, it wasn’t from cosimo, but someone else , with a very clear message. furious as it made her, she accepted the offered deal ; but she’d never hated heaven more than the day cosimo returned with memories altered and something ... missing. she lied and laughed and tried to make up for forgotten happiness as much as she could ; as much as was possible without raising suspicion ; attempting to return to some form of normalcy.

CURRENT SITUATION .

centuries later , with cosimo’s memories recovered and his family returned to earth safe and sound, they finally found some semblance of peace. camilla tries not to dwell on the past, but her role in all of it weighs heavy on her heart.

now, while they are ... mostly stable in the fae realm, she tries to keep a low profile ( fearing the past eventually catching up ) although she grows more and more antsy being stuck in the same place for so long.

she’s offered her services as a seamstress, working from a little house in the village of spring ; it’s a nice way to stay occupied and keep an eye on new arrivals and the general talk of the town.

IDEAS FOR CONNECTIONS / PLOTS .

LOVED AND LOST : camilla loves to love. she gets along easily with just about anyone ( if she wants to ) and collects hearts like other girls do necklaces - but she’s just as likely to give her own away. most of her relationships over the centuries have ended amicably, simply due to growing apart. her one and only engagement is the notable exception to this.

→ WANTED CONNECTION POST : ex-fiancé

BLOOD OF THE COVENANT : throughout her life, she’s abandoned both heaven and hell, and while she still holds some affection for her siblings , she’s stopped hoping for a friendly reception. besides that, she’s angry at heaven and hiding from hell, so that should make for some interesting dynamics.

BAD MOON RISING : as a princess of hell, she was directly involved with creating more demons. i’d love to explore a connection to someone she met in hell and/or screwed with on earth!

any kind of relationship, really: platonic, romantic, antagonistic. whatever shennanigans you can imagine!

hi all, i’m sab and this is my chaotic friendly-ish demon babe. i’m also writing darcy, who you can find over here . if you’re interested in talking / plotting / just starting a thread based off of these ideas, hmu!! i’m always up to chat!

#dih.intro #( made some changes in cami's backstory but personality-wise she's still the same #tl;dr is she used to be a fallen angel/princess of hell before coming to earth and possessing cosi's vessel's twin sister #thus reuniting with her brother. that's sort of the main change; pls excuse the purple prose-y writing this ran away w me a bit oof )

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revengeoftheantichrist · 3 years

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Seven Devils

Warnings: death

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Day 5

You woke up screaming. Looking around you didn’t immediately recognise where you were, throwing your sheets of and trying to get out of bed. One of the sisters rushed over to you to calm you down. “where… where’s Claire? Is she okay? Where am I?” you asked frantically. The sister continued to calm you down, informing you that you were in the infirmary and Claire was asleep in the dorms. You were found passed out in one of the old chapels, no one could explain how you got there. The sun had yet to rise, the sister encouraging you to go back to sleep for a few more hours. //// You woke up again, this time in the afternoon. Due to your wandering making you impossible to find, you were to be kept under watch by a sister, in case something happened. You currently sat in the library; you had gravitated towards this seat as soon as you entered the room. The book on the table in front of you had something to do with the history of the convent. You began to flip through the pages, hoping something would stand out to you. “The book isn’t written in English, do you want me to explain the history to you,” the sister watching you asked. You nodded, wanting the human contact. “Most of the convent was rebuilt because of a great fire.” “A fire? What happened? Did everyone survive?” you leaned into the conversation. “No one knows how it started. Some say a stray alter candle, some say it was intentional.” You wondered who would want to set a convent on fire. “As for the survivors,” she began to explain, “it was one of the miracles of St. Y/N. She had a dream that there was to be a fire, so she managed to get the sisters out before they were incinerated.” “What happened to the saint?” you asked. “She didn’t make it. She was found below the tree in the courtyard, the one with poisonous fruit. The story goes that she fought the devil and won, but he took her life in his anger. They say her soul rests within the tree itself and that’s why on a quiet day, you may hear a heartbeat.” You weren’t sure if you believed in God, but you were sure your belief in the devil got stronger every day. The sister continued to tell you the story, “Even the design of the convent is thanks to St. Y/N. She spent hours meticulously drawing up plans inspired by the divine. She made sure one of the sisters at the time left the burning convent with the plans. It is one of her other official miracles actually. Not a bad thing has happened in here since.” “The only fatality made such an impact,” you whispered. “Only? No there was one other death.” Your brows knitted in confusion; this was a new element to the story. “The Monseigneur at the time was also said to have perished in the fire. Apparently, he was deep in prayer. Most of his remains were incinerated however, not much of him was found.” “Michael,” you whispered. The sister gave you a confused look, “Yes, that was his name, how do you know.” You scrambled around for the answer, “Oh I think I heard someone speak about it.” You were not going to tell her that you saw the man in your dreams. ////

Your muscles had gone stiff from all that sitting down. The copious amounts of flies in the room were also bothering you. You had asked if you could walk around the courtyard and promised to return. You cracked your joints while heading out, trying to get rid of the stiffness. You closed your eyes as the cool, early evening air hit you. The sun would set soon, and you wanted to enjoy the outside while you could. This trip had to be the worst thing you had ever done, and you were going to give your parents an earful when you returned. You admired the flowers and their bright colours, swatting away the flies to get a good sniff of their sweetness. You stood and made your way to the centre of the courtyard, trying to listen for that heartbeat again. As you got closer to the tree, you thought you saw someone lying beneath it. Now was not the time to take a nap. You got closer and recognised the face, it was Claire. “Why are you taking a nap here?” you spoke to her, facing away slightly to avoid the suns glare. She didn’t reply. “Hey, I’m talking to you.” You kicked her slightly to wake her up. Instead, she fell limp to her side, an apple from the tree rolling away. It had been bitten. You quickly got down to help her up. You were met with a wide, glassy gaze. Her eyes were lifeless, their vibrant colour had faded. Flies had begun to eat at her face, starting at the remnants of the juice left by the fruit when she took a bite. It took you a while to comprehend the situation. Your mind flashed back to the first day here, the warning given to not eat the poisonous fruit. “WAKE UP Claire! Please … please wake up,” your mind processing what you didn’t want to accept. You screamed for help. Your voice cracking from the consistent screaming. the next few minutes went by in a blur. A sister checked her pulse and shook her head. You became hysterical, screaming something you could not remember, having to be pulled away by staff members. You had gone numb. You felt like you were underwater. Everything was muffled and nothing made sense. //// You had no idea how much time had passed when you were all called to stand outside for an announcement. “It is with the greatest sorrow, that I have to announce the passing of a dear friend and student.” The crowd gasped and began to murmur. “she was a wonderful student, a pillar of our community and the loss will leave a hole in our hearts.” Sister Y/N looked around as she snapped out of her daze, no longer paying attention to the mother superiors words echoing off the stone walls. Stone walls? She looked around confused. She could have sworn that they were all standing outside a minuet ago. This upset her even further. Was she really losing touch with reality now? She tried not to dwell on it too much, she had already been hysterical in front of these sisters more than once. Her puffy eyes and dry lips showed for it. She would keep her mourning private now. //// In her private grief, Sister Y/N spent more time in the run-down chapel, alone. The repairs would have to wait a while. Her days were spent in prayer or just staring at the wall, the numbness did not allow for anything else. Her daily routine was interrupted by the door creaking open. She knew who it was, the footsteps and expensive scent gave him away. She hadn’t seen him since the funeral. he walked into her line of vision, looking her up and down. “You poor thing,” he whispered “look at the state of yourself. One may think you were the corpse,” he chuckled. You didn’t find it funny. “Look at me Y/N” he gently held her face with an unwanted tenderness. Sister Y/n tried to fight the warmth from his touch. “I can take this all away. You know I can.” His thumbs gently stroked her cheekbones. “I can save you from drowning in this grief, offer you salvation of the highest kind.” He sat down next to her, face still in his hands. “All you have to do is come to me. Seek me out. Let me be the light in your darkness and I shall offer you eternal bliss.” His voice was low, barely echoing through the crumbling structure. The offer was enticing, what did she need all these negative emotions for anyway? Hadn’t she suffered enough? Maybe this was god’s way of offering her salvation. Before she could consider his offer any further, the softness of his hands began to feel sticky. The image of those very hands stuffing a body under the bed flashed through her mind. It was like a cat leaving a macabre gift for its owner. She quickly pulled his hands off her, not giving him any time to react as she ran from the room. She headed straight for her room, the one she hadn’t entered in days. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door. The room was now almost empty, only her bed and belongings remaining. All traces of her friend had, been erased. She sat on her bed staring at the empty void left behind. Her nose stung with the tears she tried to hold in. When she was younger, she would have turned to her mother for comfort. That was no longer possible. All she had left of her now was old letters and annotated grimoires detailing herbal practices. She opened her drawer and pulled a box out. She ran her finger over every groove in the wood, each intricate carving meant something. It was all protection spells, keeping her secret safe and only allowing her to open the box. Seeing her mother’s handwriting calmed her down, flipping through the pages and reliving some of the happier memories from her childhood. She would do anything to return to the cottage in the woods, where the summer breeze carried the scent of wildflowers and the sounds of the steam would lull her to sleep. Her mother’s humour carried on throughout her writing, leaving little notes as if she knew she wouldn’t be there when Y/N would need her. A she flicked through the book, one of her notes stood out to her: ‘Dear child, I must tell you never to trust beautiful men. Especially those with hair of spun gold and eyes of sapphire. They are almost never human. If you’re lucky he may be one of the fair folk. However, if God has forsaken you, he may well just be the devil’ The devil? Sister Y/N lay down and stared at the ceiling. The more she thought about it, the more the cogs turned. Maybe she was looking too much into it, trying to find something to blame for the terrible few months she was having. But then again, only the devil would parade around like a messiah, offering an illusion to those unhappy with the cards they were dealt in life. She got out of bed to grab her other books. Maybe this we her final test from God, to conquer the devil that had haunted these holy halls.

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⟨ SYDNEY SWEENEY. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, SHILOH MONROE is actually a descendent of H Y P N O S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-THREE year old DANCE MAJOR from COPENHAGEN, DENMARK has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite EMPATHIC & INDECISIVE.

howdy howdy howdy, i’m h and lemme just start by saying how excited i am to be here and bring this sweet little baby to life. i’m gonna keep this little section short and sweet because there’s HELLA info below (if you read it all, bless u sweet angels) so without further ado, let’s get into it, shall we?

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME shiloh josefine monroe NICKNAME(S) shi, sj OCCUPATION cashier at eonia theater/dance major SEXUALITY: bisexual AGE 23 DATE OF BIRTH march 3rd NATIONALITY danish RELIGION spiritual THREAT LEVEL 3/10

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM sydney sweeney HEIGHT 5′4 EYE COLOR blue HAIR COLOUR + STYLE dirty blonde, typically in messy/loose waves DOMINANT HAND left DISTINGUISHING FEATURES big, sleepy eyes, full lips, wide smile, strong dancer legs ACCENT + INTENSITY danish accent (here is a video for reference of how it sounds) TATTOO(S) she has three tattoos, they are all fairly small and dainty. one is a pair of pink ballet slippers on her ankle, then a cresent moon with clouds on the inside of her right wrist, and lastly (her biggest one) is a dream catcher along her left side of her ribs. SCAR(S) one along her right knee from when she fell off a bike as a child and cut her leg open PIERCING(S) five in each ear, she has a nose hoop but forgets about it all the time, and her belly button.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

HOMETOWN copenhagen, denmark CURRENT RESIDENCE athens, greece LANGUAGE(S) Danish/English SOCIAL CLASS middle BASIC EDUCATION high school COLLEGE EDUCATION currently a junior in college DEGREE(S) N/A PARENT #1 sofia monroe PARENT #2 n/a PET(S) white cat named cloud RAP SHEET? squeaky clean PRISON TIME? yeah right

VICES + HABITS

SMOKES? yes DRINKS? yes DRUGS? only weed VIOLENT? no ADDICTION(S)? sleeping? maybe? SELF-DESTRUCTIVE? sometimes HABIT(S) humming to herself, bouncing her leg, rubbing her lips together, not making eye contact when she speaks, cracking her knuckles HOBBIES dancing, sleeping, binge watching shows in her bed, yoga LIKES native american flute music, the color blue, soft lighting, dance clothes, sleeping in, and reality television DISLIKES loud noises, violence, people staring for too long, and heavy metal music. OBSESSION(S) dancing and sleeping, once again COMPULSION(S) leaving events early to be alone?? does that count?

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

HOUSE hypnos ZODIAC pisces ELEMENT water ANIMAL panda

P O W E R S

when it comes to her powers, the strongest that shiloh has come to obtain would be hypnokinesis , though she tries not to take advantage of it too much. trying be the key word there, because there’s something so entrancing about living in somewhat of a dream like world, which is usually what she likes to use the power for. it first started out with delving into a fantasy land, a place for her to escape to and get lost in, and slowly she found herself falling deeper and deeper into her own rabbit hole. even as a young lady, she’d always heard people refer to her as their “dream girl” and once she realized she had the ability to somewhat make some dreams come true, she couldn’t help but sink into her title. once she got the hang of it, she couldn’t help but use it to her advantage here and there, if she had a crush on somebody she would appear in their dreams more and more. a sucker for romance, it was basically how she swayed her suitors, although sometimes it was for nothing whenever she realized it was all fantasy and never reality. still, living in dream worlds was too delicious not to become wrapped up in, that it became something she mastered perfectly. whether it was astral projecting herself into other settings while she was sleeping, or into other dreams, it seemed shiloh was entirely infatuated with living in her own little dream worlds. although, something that came hand in hand with dreams were nightmares, an area that shiloh hated getting stuck in.

something that she is wanting to dip her toes into more, would be her shapeshifting abilities. the blonde has only been able to do such in a limited ability, only recently being able to do so whenever she is fully awake. it’s uncomfortable, sure, but there’s something so mesmerizing about taking on the form of something else….or better yet someone else. often there’s many eyes on her, so being able to blend into a background and garner less attention is a rush of relief for her.

the girl has also always excelled in the levitation ability aspect of her life, shiloh has always been rather light on her feet, it was almost as if she was always floating. almost a picture of grace, it brought her face to face with something she adored at a rather early age: dancing. enrolled in classes from the age of 8, shiloh practically could float across a dance floor with elegance, something she now contributes to her levitation aspect of her powers.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

with wide eyes and a soft smile, shiloh had always been rather quiet yet somehow still garnered the attention in a room. she wasn’t the type of girl to command it though, often keeping to herself, there was something magnetic and glowy about her that made her fall into the social hierarchy without really trying to. the blonde had always prided herself on being a good friend to those around her, even if they never gave her the same respect back, and soon realized that she was becoming a doormat to those around her. she kept everyone’s secrets, harboring them inside her like a vessel and remembering the little things others might have even forgotten they’d told her. soon enough, shiloh had realized she had enough dirt and ammo on those around her that if they ever did cross her, she’d use against them if need be. but luckily, thus far, the girl never had to shoot her shot to the heart just yet. a part of her always wondered if she had the guts to do it anyways, to cross those who she’d held nearest and dearest, or if she’d end up chickening out from the fear of hurting them too much. a never ending battle of right and wrong within her, she often finds herself torn and defeated by the end of the day. it makes her almost come off as flaky and aloof, although her intentions are typically anything but pure, her own overthinking tends to be her downfall. never letting anyone close enough to pick her brain, she is a beautiful mystery with expectations that had always been built upon her back. to be perfect, to be a vision of grace and poise, but sometimes she just wants to let loose and say fuck it to everything that had ever been expected of her and prove that she’s anything but a delicate flower. she has thorns that she’s never shown, and she fears if anyone gets to close, she’ll draw blood without warning.

EXTRA THINGS LOL

shiloh is on the dance team, obviously, the girl lives for dancing and when she’s not dancing....she’s probably napping.

also she has a job at the eonia theater as a cashier, so you’ll see her little sleepy self behind the counter and sometimes sneaking into the show to sleep in the back.

her mother was the type to live vicariously through her, always putting pressure on her to be “perfect” and put together. there was even a time in her younger years whenever her mother would put her into pageants, which shiloh absolutely hated, it was too much energy towards something she hated which ultimately left her feeling even more drained than normal. in fact, any pictures remaining of that time in her life are privately stored away and she refuses to revisit that memory which she even went lengths to alter from people’s brains whenever she figured out she had that ability.

the only good thing that she found from pageants was her love of dance, something that shiloh has passionately pursued all her life. she was enrolled in ballet mostly but soon fell in love with contemporary dance, and it was something that satisfied her mother, a win-win.

even though she was accepted as someone that was a part of the “in-crowd” in high school, celeste suffers from social anxiety, instead of hanging out at parties she often finds herself slipping away and disappearing. she’s much more of a homebody than someone who enjoys going out, being peer pressured is something she often falls victim to because she’s afraid of coming off as flaky, although she tends to do so anyways due to her disappearing acts.

the relationship she has with her mother is strained, because while she loves her mom, the constant pressure to “perform” and the way her mother sort of pushed her and talked so highly of her has her nervous to disappoint those around her. she constantly feels as if she has to be some sort of social butterfly, when the idea of getting close to people terrifies her, leaving her in a never-ending cycle of what she SHOULD be and what she WANTS to be.

speaking of relationships, most of celeste’s tend to fizzle out quickly once her partners discover she’s not all that they dreamt her up to be. it could be her fault, inserting herself into people’s dreams to learn more about them, that most of her relationships die out after the honeymoon phase...making her fear commitment all together.

she’s a pisces, because....well, obviously.

shiloh is bisexual, although she is a little nervous about dating women seeing as her mother wouldn’t quite understand, most of her public relationships have been exclusively with men due to her fear of disappointing her mother.

#euintro #( **intro** )

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crystalliccs · 4 years

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ABOUT G’RAHAS ‘AWAKENING’ AT THE END OF PATCH 5.3 __________________________________

Introduction.

The mentioned scenario down below is how I’ll personally headcanon everything related to G’raha’s awakening. While I do not specify the Warrior of Light for this (and that part can still be slightly altered), the core of it will remain the same for everyone. I am not active on Twitter, check Tumblr-tags regularly or read many Fanfiction; but from what I have seen so far this interpretation down below differs to the general concept of what had happened during the timeskip. Which is exactly why I want to specify and mention this as meta/canon for this blog unless Square Enix will specify the events at a later point.

I will add some side information of why I believe this scenario to be the most realistic one overall – and why I think it fits better than the general concept. This of course, by no means, means that I think everyone’s else perspective is bad in any way, I’ll just not follow it for my G’raha. That’s all.

Feel free to use this information – particularly if you are roleplaying a Warrior of Light – for roleplays! It’s always nice to see that people actually read my headcanons.

The Core of my Meta: - G’raha of the Source woke up the moment the Warrior of Light opened the Dossal Gate, he was NOT sleeping when the Warrior of Light first found him again inside the Umbilicus - G’raha was given the choice to merge with his other self while he was awake and NOT in a unconsciousness/sleeping state which means he has willingly accepted it

Now to my explanations. The fandom’s general perspective is that he was slumbering inside the Syrcus Tower and then awakened by the Warrior of Light – which is definitely, let’s say, a very romantic kind of perspective which I adore as someone who heavily ships them with him. However, as sweet as this seems to be, it would contradict some scenarios we have already experienced in the game’s canon. Secondly, it always kind of rubbed me wrong to think that – like Beq Lugg had stated – merely the source’s G’raha’s soul recognized the Crystal Exarch’s memories and parts of his soul as his own.

To me it always felt wrong to burden the Source G’raha without giving him this choice – though his soul might recognize the other, I always felt his consciousness might take damage from it nonetheless; perchance knowing deep inside – hence the quick merge – of them being one, but not accepting it quickly enough. Consider that with the merge he suddenly had to bear the memories of an entire being – even if that one was himself – who had lived over one hundred years. Who has seen many unspeakable things. And although I headcanon my G’raha to be no stranger to the concept of sudden death due to his tribe’s origin, it will be a lot to swallow at once.

The G’raha we see in the final scene of the ‘party’, how I like to call it, seems to get along just fine – in fact he even states as much. And yet he mentioned something about the memories of the First – which work just fine for him, to say as much – which kind of made me ponder of how the merging truly happened. To me it simply feels very weird to see G’raha awakening as half the Crystal Exarch at him without having had the chance to accept this new circumstance; without being able to state his own opinion. Even the last short story published by Square Enix he was still given a choice – they asked him if he truly wants to be send to the First.

G’raha always had a choice.

From the moment of sealing himself away to being send to the First. He could always have went another way. Now, at the peak of his character arc – his redemption arc how I like to call it – he needs to be given such a choice as well. A choice he makes while he’s awake, not while he is sleeping. Saying as much, I consider it somewhat odd to think that he was not given such a choice this time. Which means he should be awake when he decides to accept the Crystal Exarch as himself, just by logic.

Some might say now – well, in that case he could still be asleep when the Warrior of Light arrives and be woken up by them personally and then asked whether he wants to merge or not. This is of course true, but now let’s get to my second point. The point of why I believe that G’raha was already awake when the Warrior of Light found him.

The most prominent examples would be Amon, Xande and even Unei and Doga – all of those awoke again once the entire Crystal Tower complex was awakened. No one had entered the Crystal Tower yet as well; it was the activity and the Tower’s appearance after the Calamity which made them to wake up. We can easily assume that G’raha used similar means to slumber inside the Tower; and I believe that anyone entering the Tower would result in his almost instantaneous awakening. Yes, we see the Dossal Gate closing behind the Warrior of Light again, but this might just be a defensive mechanism and not even related to its caretaker’s current condition. If any kind of activation worked for Xande, it might as well work for him as well. In the very end, it would also make very little sense if – let’s say – an intruder entered who could just straight murder his own caretaker silently.

Now some might even say again that the Warrior of Light carried the Crystal Exarch’s blood, hence the Gate recognized the Warrior of Light as him and opened for them. However, even in this case, I believe it’s unlikely that the activation of the Crystal Tower didn’t take place when it clearly did by opening up. Thus, in my humble opinion, it does not even matter. Which the Warrior of Light opening the Gate, the currently slumbering G’raha would awake by the sudden activation of the Tower.

Another important thing I want to add now is to give an idea how much time passed until the Warrior of Light finds him. I personally headcanon G’raha to be slumbering inside the Umbilicus, which is the heart of the Tower as we know from the main scenario quest. We also know, thanks to the many cutscenes in the Tower and brief mentioning, that the way to the Ocular involves many stairs and might take some time – and for those who are not used to find their way, they might even get lost. Suffice to say, the Warrior of Light can not magically reach him within just a minute. It is truly had to estimate how long it takes, but I believe about three to five minutes might be realistic here. Ultimately I also think that the Warrior of Light has a very good idea where to find him, after so many visits to the Ocular in the First and knowing of its importance – let alone the fact that the Warrior of Light themselves had conquered the place thus knowing its inside quite well already.

Which means that G’raha has a few minutes to himself – slowly coming to senses, not knowing how long he has even slept. Due to this not knowing much – and I personally headcanon the slumbering process to also affect his own body at least for a few minutes even with this advanced technology – he merely remained where he was. He had no way of knowing who he would met; and once he sees the Warrior of Light entering, he will be confused. Confused, because he knew that it was impossible – though he truly believed in his friend’s genius – to awaken him as quickly. In fact, and I’ve mentioned as much in my headcanons and drabbles already, he had always expected to awaken decades, centuries later if ever. He was prepared to die by never awakening in the first place.

Suffice to say, this moment alone will be awkward – and the atmosphere be even quite dramatic by seeing the facial expressions of the Warrior of Light after seeing him. This part can of course be altered to other people’s personal interpretations, but to me it makes the most sense (and I consider this canon for my own characters), that they all looked at him in full disbelief. That they were relieved and at the same time hurt – seeing him alive and well again, just like he had promised, but at the same time knowing this is not truly ‘him’ just yet. G’raha is – despite being an eccentric who had, according to my personal headcanon very few friendships over the course of his life – not dense. Of course not, he’s an Archon and one of the most brilliant minds. He’ll notice, and he’ll ask.

He will ask why the Warrior of Light is looking at him in such a way – because to him it still feels like less than a day when he had last seen them. And, of course, he would like to know how they managed to wake him up so quickly, already catching that just very little time could have passed since he had sealed himself away.

And I feel at this point the Warrior of Light will need to briefly explain it to him – despite G’raha still being somewhat fatigued, although it is not as bad as it is for the Scions who were separated from their bodies completely. It won’t be an easy task, this is true – but one which G’raha deserves to know and I believe it is part of the Warrior of Light’s promise to the Exarch himself. At the end of the explanation he will be given the choice to merge with his other self.

A choice given not by the Warrior of Light who is merely the messenger of such – but as final plea of the dead Crystal Exarch, the G’raha Tia of another timeline.

Of course such revelation is hard to swallow at first – and also most certainly not what G’raha would have expected to find in the moments of his awakening. But it is a given choice, this as much he understands. And truthfully, he had already accepted the moment he fell into the slumber he would accept any given fate from this point on. Whether it was to die or to live.

In my personal headcanon I imagine that G’raha also noticed that the Warrior of Light indeed wants to see his other self again – for whatever reason this might be – which makes the choice ultimately just much easier. It is not only for the one oath he had sworn to himself, but also for his friend and for everyone else who seemed to believe in his other self that he is more than willing to accept his soul as his own.

And this is how he merged with the Soul Vessel of the Exarch – inside the Umbilicius while the Warrior of Light is present.

It will not be visible – similar to the moment when Unei and Doga lend him his blood – but once the process is done and the empty soul vessel’s light silently grows dim, he’ll open his eyes again and be more than just the G’raha of the Source.

And his words will be: I am finally home.

#this is long but this is meta now #★ | UNWRITTEN HISTORY ( HEADCANONS. )

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meanderings0ul · 4 years

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Coulson, Body Horror, and lifeforms in Sci-fi.

AOS was sci-fi adjacent since day one and has only moved more into that genre of action-adventure scifi over time. They have already touched on themes of biological experimentation, trans-humanism, androids, and the nature of consciousness and sentience before and it’ll be interesting to see them continue that with both the Chronicoms and Phil Coulson’s consciousness in an android body.

Robots, androids, and other mechanical beings are usually a theme present in science fiction but beyond that, the theme of whether these machines are merely intelligent vs genuinely conscious with their own emotional capabilities is a common one. Androids like Data from ST:TNG, the androids from Blade Runner, or even Dorian 0167 from Almost Human are a very different living thing compared to the marine mech TARS from Interstellar, some of the types of Cylons from Battlestar Galactica, or even the robot Gort from 1950′s classic scifi.

AOS will most likely be exploring parts of this theme by comparing the Chronicoms, the various levels of LMDs from s4, and Coulson living as an android.

In a way, most of Coulson’s individual personal narrative throughout aos has already centered around coming to terms with boderline body horror. While his personal arcs are often being used to drive plot story lines and tend to most often be analyzed that way, this theme is still a big part of the character’s individual experience.

In season 1 he finds out he was experimentally resuscitated without his consent, had his brain altered without his consent, and finally found out that they’d used alien biological material to do it.

The body horror element is most front and center in The Magical Place 1x11 and in 1x14 T.A.H.I.T.I. where details of what happened to him are finally revealed, but the anxiety of “I feel different.,” of I think something might be wrong with me started much sooner in the season.

By the end of FZZT he’s accepted the fact that his personality is different now, but the anxiety about physical ramifications remains present. There’s a thread of, “Do I still feel enough like me to accept this?” throughout the season.

The emotional narrative fades to the background as the upheaval of his and May’s entire lifetime careers’ imploding comes to the forefront, up until the biological compulsion to start carving begins.

In season 2 we see him trying to hide the compulsions and the gradual onset of insanity from the team, excluding May, and they are both on the edge of handling it. In many ways, it was as if they were trying to plan for early onset dementia, but with Garrett having become so violent so fast Phil is afraid he’ll lose it and seriously hurt someone.

2x7 Writing on the Wall provides some closure for the trauma of learning the truth about the T.A.H.I.T.I. program, finally deals with the intentions behind the brain procedure and that at least one of the terminally ill volunteers went on to have a good life.

By 2b the plot is not using these themes anymore and it vanishes. Everything in 2x22 happens so quickly the only hint we get prior to s3 that he’s actually not coping very well with the sudden amputation of his left hand is in a two sentence conversation between him and Dr. Garner.

But at the beginning of s3 it quickly becomes obvious the coping with it all is just not there. The cybernetic hand is not helping him adjust very much and he leaves it off frequently. Like Daisy, he deflects from deeper emotional issues by joking and we see that a lot in 3a.

Coulson at this point is already a genuine cyborg. His left hand is a machine. The part of his forearm it connects to is never removed and would seem to be grafted on, so even when he removes the hand there is a cybernetic part remaining. Again he’s dealing with the questions, “Do I still feel human? Do I still feel like the person I think of as me?”

By the beginning of s4 Phil seems much more comfortable with both the loss of his hand and with having and using the cybernetic hand. Having it and discussing features for it are just a part of life now. 4a and 4b are about as close as we see him to mental and emotional stability in the whole show, though we find out from his LMD as if played it’s programmed role that Phil’s left forearm still causes him pain.

4c in the Framework we see some of the brain changes made in the TAHITI process come back to protect him in a way. Coulson doubts the Framework world, has some lingering memories and muscle memory from the real one. But, there was very little screentime of characters reacting the their Framework experiences for the most part.

And of course at the end of 4c, he makes the deal with Ghostrider. How Phil felt about the injury itself in season 5 really wasn’t touched on.

He spent several weeks with large patches of necrotic tissue on his body, a slowly failing heart and lung. He told May he was intermittently in pain. But the discussion of his injury, including by Phil, mostly centered around his refusal to accept anymore invasive or alien-in-origin treatment.

Given a major element of his character arcs throughout the show has been struggling to come to terms with sudden changes to his own body, this was hardly surprising.

It’ll be interesting to see how this element of body horror and coping with it or repressing it or refusing it gets carried forward into his becoming an android in season 7.

Cyborg with alien DNA to android is less of a mental jump than normal human guy to android, but it is still a very different form of life.

Chronicoms are definitely alive, have a culture and individual personalities and anxieties. It’d be reasonable to assume they are a silicate-based form of life, not carbon like humans. We know from 5x1 and 6x3 that Enoch can breathe and eat and drink, but does not need to. We know his skin functions as a sensory apparatus, but that he can remove it easily. Significant amounts of a Chronicoms physical form seems to function as a customize-able exosuit. Like Enoch has said, “I am not a robot or a synth...”

But that is the normal state of their species. How a human consciousness is going to react to living that way over time we don’t know yet. How Coulson is going to feel about living that way we will have to find out in s7.

The body we saw in 6x13 that Jemma and Enoch had reconstructed used both LMD technology and Chronicom technologies made available by Enoch’s help. It is more advanced than any of the LMDs from season four, and unlike Coulson’s season four LMD, his emotional capacity hasn’t been reduced and reprogrammed by AIDA to be ‘mission oriented’. This copy of Coulson’s conscious came from Fitzsimmons, who would have never altered or harmed it.

Without a serious handwave, this Coulson will be missing some memories. His memories might stop at the last point he exited the Framework in 4c or when he was first added to the Framework by AIDA. (We will just shrug about how that data was recovered and assume it got uploaded somewhere that didn’t blow up.) It’s also plausible that Coulson’s brain was mapped again during the middle of season 5 when they were first running tests when he collapsed, but I personally doubt that is the point in time that will be used.

That he’ll likely be missing some memories will be hard on him and everyone else, but that part of this could have happened due to any head injury causing retrograde amnesia. It’s the change in his body more than his mind that Coulson will be internally dealing with again, in addition to most likely needing to convince May and other team members that it’s really him in there.

Season 7 will again be asking Coulson to decide Do I still feel like me in here? Is this still my body? Can I cope with living like this? In so many ways it is still a continuation of one of his character arcs from day one of the show.

We might see his opinions change over the season. We might see him decide he can’t do this long term. He might decide living like this isn’t as strange as he thought it would be.

Personally I am at flip-a-coin levels of thought on whether we keep Chroni-LMD-Phil through the end of the season or whether the team changes their own timeline in a different way. Either way, aos did some of its best writing with the nature of the conscious mind theme in s4 imo, whether a digital life could be a real one and how personal that choice had to be, what made a duplicate of a person’s mind real or subpar and the limits of contemporary AI. I’m looking forward to seeing them expand on that theme in their final season.

#aos #agents of shield #aos s7 #aos meta #phil coulson #chronicoms #lmds #hints of body horror and transhumanism #essentially phil having to muddle through is this even still my body and mind or not?? has been there since 1x1 #and watching him muddle through it again in s7 in an even more profound way might be able to serve as a really fair continuation #of that character arc #which was pointed out in conversation by preux-chevalier with whom i share a beloved analysis braincell <3 #and just #in the history of scifi #robot doesn't automatically equal android and androids aren't automatically not sentient and incapable of emotion #sometimes they are and sometimes it's like The Builders from the Expanse and their minds are just too different to understand #but this is a human's mind in a very advanced android body #and unlike poor LMD may he is definitely built to last and doesn't have any unfortunate secret mission programming #how phil and those around him cope with it all i cannot wait to see tbh

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idiotwhotalkstoomuch · 4 years

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So after watching Kiyotaka Ishimaru’s free time events I got really fixated on the idea of him and Hajime being friends so I’m gonna write a whole au on that with Hajime being in THH and proceeding until DR3.

To give a reason as to why Hajime is there, Junko brought Izuru in since she decided she needed 16 students for a proper killing game and had his memories wiped alongside everyone else’s.

(Izuru agreed to have his hair cut shoulder length he refused any shorter I headcannon he likes long hair. Also he can’t have an ahoge cause he ain’t protag yet it’s Makoto for now)

It starts off with Hajime being similar to his DR3 self being quiet and insecure since he knows he has no talent and Taka is immediately interested.

A classmate of his doesn’t actually have an Ultimate talent? Reserve course? Taka bombardes Hajime with questions about it and Hajime complies cause he’s never actually seen anyone so interested in someone like him and he likes the attention.

Their friendship actually has Taka approaching Hajime and Taka helps him with things like his confidence and resolve while Hajime helps him actually understand social situations better and you could easily see they became friends but arent all “bro” cause I am convinced that was Mondo’s thing and Taka followed cause he liked it.

Unfortunately due to this he isn’t as attached to Mondo as he was in canon but still very attached to him.

I imagine Taka would drag Hajime along when he goes exercise with Mondo and Hajime actually bonds with Mondo as a result as well.

Both of them are devastated when he’s the culprit and while Taka actively fights it, Hajime kinda stands in shock but eventually helps Makoto have Taka stand down because even Mondo has accepted his fate.

When his motive is revealed I imagine Hajime blames himself slightly cause he should’ve noticed. This self loathing is quickly buried because he has to help Taka who’s in grief.

Originally in canon Taka goes full on catatonic but here he only goes slightly because Hajime actually supports and helps him through Mondo’s death.

Hajime actually informs him on Alter Ego and he doesn’t have a Kiyondo transformation (I didn’t like it anyway good thing I have an excuse to dispose of that) and as a result doesn’t become a target for murder.

Hifumi is still killed by Celeste I’m not sure how to change the whole crime I just know Taka won’t die cause that would already ruin the au anyway.

When Sakura is outed as the traitor, Taka still keeps his trust in Sakura and convinces Hajime to have faith in her which of course ended up being unnecessary in the end cause Sakura still kills herself to stop the tension and distrust in the group.

During the events of the fifth trial, Hajime is one of the few to notice something is up but like Makoto the trial is concluded before he can speak up.

In the sixth trial they establish the existence of an accomplice to the mastermind among them and Makoto alongside Kyoko corners Hajime as that accomplice and Taka quickly denies it cause Hajime has been with him and helped him through the killing game! There’s no way he’s working with the mastermind behind this!

Kyoko is the one to share the Izuru Kamukura project to the group and since this isn’t a simulation of his past self and just him with amnesia he has a mental breakdown and returns to being Izuru Kamukura.

Taka is still in extreme denial but Izuru forces him to accept it and they move on.

During his despair moment he contemplates his first friends: Hajime and Mondo and of course Makoto saves him from it by reminding him that they wouldn’t want him to despair and give up on everything.

Before Junko is executed they ask Izuru what he intends to do and he doesn’t actually say much and instead looks at Taka momentarily before leaving the courtroom.

Taka shouts after him but he’s gone before he can even run after him and escapes with the others.

After Izuru gets the Junko AI he goes to Taka so he can be put into the Neo World Program and does feel slightly guilty over doing this but he decides to do it anyway.

Taka gets emotional over seeing Hajime again and if this was a game I imagine he’d go by a different name either here or in the first one but since this is a straight forward au you can imagine a fake name for him whenever.

He ends up taking Byakuya’s place as the Future Foundation members who entered the program because he wants to help Hajime badly and his bleeding heart wants to help the other remnants when he sees them despairing.

After the events of SDR2, Hajime remembers everything and by DR3 they rekindle their friendship and try their best to keep in contact which is difficult of course since Hajime and the others are condemned to live in Jabberwock island forever but they chat for a long time when they can.

Might expand more on this au if people like it I just got a burst of inspiration for this that’s all

#danganronpa #hajime hinata #izuru kamukura #kiyotaka ishimaru #hajime and taka friends au #thh #sdr2 #dr3

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erraticrandomficwriter · 4 years

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Same Eyes - An Altered Carbon Plot Bunny

‘One Curse is always tethered to another’

Blair Alden Han heard those words a long time ago but never really paid much mind to them. Thinking back on her lives, she can see how those words truly applied to her, but she never thought they would follow her through time, space, and alternate realities…

A Spell – just a simple Spell – was the cause of Blair’s predicament. Okay, it wasn’t a simple Spell, but, still, it was the cause of her predicament – A predicament that has lasted for a very long time.

Blair just wanted to take a break from her life in Mystic Falls, she just wanted a break from her Reality – a vacation so to speak. Temporary. Blair never imagined that possessing her Alter would take her on an adventure that transcended time and space. And it was hardly a vacation…

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Blair splashed some water of her face before gripping the sides of the bathroom sink and looking at herself in the mirror. She knew it was time to brace herself for the influx of memories that would soon swarm her reflection, but she wanted a moment – she needed a moment to stay the person she got so used to being before her life got turned upside down again and a new life began.

Poe, the AI in charge of the Raven Hotel generated behind her as she took this time to stay herself for as long as she could. He could see the toll it always took on Blair and he wanted to be there for her again. Especially when he knew if she had her way, she’d never look at her reflection again. “You will need to face yourself eventually, Miss Han. Better to do so now than while you are walking down the street and catch your reflection in a random window.”

Blair knew her friend was right – especially since what he had just pointed out was something she had done before because she was so reluctant to look at herself. When she first took up residence at the Raven all those years ago, she thought this Edgar Allen Poe esque AI was annoying as hell, but now he was a dear friend. A dear friend who always seemed to know exactly what she needed to do even when she didn’t want to do it.

To postpone the inevitable, she snarked back to him, “What? No ‘I told you so’?” Blair didn’t listen to Poe when he warned her not to take that job and she ended up bleeding out in the Raven’s lobby after getting stabbed in the alley because of it.

Poe moved to stand beside the sink to get a better look at her new face now that she was all cleaned up from the blood “I believed you choking on your own blood was enough of an ‘I told you so’. But if you would rather have me say it…” Poe trailed off when her new face glared at him with daggers in her eyes that never changed. No matter what face Blair was given her she always had the same eyes.

Poe reached out and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder in a supporting and comforting manner. “It’s time, Miss Han. You cannot avoid your new life forever.”

Blair’s shoulders slumped in defeat before she took a deep breath and finally allowed herself to look at the new reflection in the mirror. As soon as her eyes met with her new life looking back at her, her eyes glowed as the technology inside her activated. A moment later, her mind became slammed with the downloaded memories of the woman’s face she now bore.

While Blair gripped onto the sink and tried not to collapse due to this downloading process, Poe went into the main area of her suite to pour her a drink from the cart. Poe knew she would want a glass of bourbon after her latest…transition. After all, she always did.

Blair groaned and coughed and breathed deeply as the download took place. While it only took a couple minutes to complete, it felt like an eternity. When it finally commenced, Blair took a deep breath of relief and looked back to her reflection in the mirror as her eyes returned to normal. Upon seeing her new face, she shook her head with a sigh because once again she looked nothing like herself – nothing like Blair Alden Han.

Poe waited until Blair joined him in the seating area before presenting her with the glass of bourbon. After looking her up and down for a moment he stated the obvious, “You’re taller now. You are going to need a new wardrobe again, Miss Han. I can make the arrangements for you, if you would like.”

Blair gratefully accepted the glass and downed it in one gulp before answering Poe. “Your tastes are far too expensive for my blood. I’ll take care of it. Besides, there’s got to be something buried in my closet that will work well enough.”

Poe took the liberty of taking Blair’s empty glass from her and refilling it at the cart as he inquired, “Who does your new face belong to?” He knew by now to get ahead of any trouble her new face may cause. He also knew by now not to ask who she was, because no matter the face or the memories of her new life, she only wanted to be known as Blair Alden Han. In fact, this was one of the first things he learned about her. The first time he asked who she was when her new life began was the last time he ever asked it. To put it lightly, Blair did not react well at that time.

Blair accepted her refilled glass with a bit of a raise in a toast-like manner before answering with, “Thea Hatch,” and downing the drink once again. That name was all Poe was going to presently get out of her. It was too soon to access her new life’s memories. The last thing she wanted was to be confused again.

Poe didn’t want nor need any other information. He would be able to perform enough of a search with just her name. Poe went over to the wall and waved his hand to bring up the search screen and after a few moments he found something most intriguing. “My, my,” he commented as he scanned over the information. “It seems Miss Hatch leads a life fighting crime. Your newest life is a Police Officer.”

Blair groaned at this information. “Of course she is. How the hell am I supposed to get my work done with the face of a freaking Copper?” She plopped down on her sofa and rubbed her hands over her face before letting her arms just drop. “Bloody hell. I remember her.” Blair sat up to look at Poe. “Thea Hatch arrested me a couple years ago. I thought she was hot.”

Poe gestured his hand to make the search screen disappear. “No wonder the Bots chose her. She made an impression.” After all, every new life the Bots choose for her had been someone who made an impression. Poe smiled at Blair, saying, “You always did have good taste.”

“Always the flatterer,” Blair joked as he got off the chair with a groan and went to the closet to find something to wear since she couldn’t exactly go the rest of the night just wearing her purple silky bathrobe.

Poe was about to reply to that but due to the presence of someone in the lobby he had to make a change of plans. “Please excuse me, Miss Han.” With that said, he disappeared.

Blair’s brow furrowed because she was curious why he disappeared so quickly but knew if it was important she’d know about it soon enough.

After a few minutes of digging through the closet, Blair found the box of her favorite clothes from previous lives. If only the Bots would let her keep her same proportions with each life, but no she had to take on not only the face of her new life but the body as well.

It didn’t take too long to put together an outfit that would suffice for the time being and she was so glad that she was once again tall enough to wear her black leather trenchcoat. Blair had been waiting for three lives to be tall enough to wear that again. “Come to mama,” Blair practically purred as he removed it from the box and put it on, a perfect fit.

Now that her attire was complete with her combat boots, black skinny jeans, white tank top that was a little too short, and her trenchcoat she was ready for anything. Well, she was almost ready. Blair went to her chest in the corner and removed several blades from it to place in the hidden sheathes of her outfit before grabbing her bag and heading down to the lobby.

Blair, despite knowing that she now had the face of a cop, was ready to take it out for a night on the town. Alas, a wrench was put into her plans when the doors opened up to the lobby and revealed a warzone. Poe was behind the bar with a shotgun in hand while his automatic weapons from the ceiling were shooting at what she could only assume to be intruders. Blair stayed in the doorway of the elevator as she called out to Poe, “Was there something in your search that you failed to mention?!”

Poe fired another shot before calling back to her, “No, Miss Han. This is protection for our newest guest. Please don’t feel the need to join in. We have this covered.”

Blair scoffed in a ‘like hell’ manner as she pulled her ring knives from her sleeves and headed towards the bar to join Poe there. After a couple steps a woman screamed at her with a gun aimed but the screams soon turned to gurgles after Blair used one of her blades and sliced the woman’s throat. Since the guns took out everyone else and the new guest was dealing with the last intruder one on one, Blair returned her blades to her sleeve sheaths and hopped onto the bar.

Poe handed Blair a drink as they both observed the new guest and his exchange with the one called Dimi.

“Who’s the new guy?” Blair had the strangest feeling that she’d met him somewhere before. And not just his Sleeve.

“His name is Takeshi Kovacs,” Poe replied and instantly handed Blair a napkin when she quite literally spit out her beverage after hearing the name. “I have never seen you react in such a way before, Miss Han. Are you ill?”

Blair didn’t even hear what Poe asked because her eyes were locked onto the one Poe said was Takeshi Kovacs. Even after Poe and the gun from the ceiling took out the one called Dimi, she didn’t take her eyes off him. No…it couldn’t be. There must have been some sort of mistake. This couldn’t be Takeshi Kovacs. It couldn’t be, could it?

Since there was no way now finding out who sent those goons after him, Kovacs went to the bar to get himself a drink before the police would no doubt arrive. He was about to take a seat at the bar when he noticed the woman sitting upon it and staring at him. “Problem?”

Blair looked at him right in his eyes and there was no doubt about it, this really was him. “Ko?” He voice was hinted with disbelief because a part of her truly couldn’t believe it.

Kovacs froze for a moment because that was a name he hadn’t heard in a very long time because there was only one person in all the galaxies that called him that. He wasn’t going to say their name, not until he knew it to be true – not until he looked into their eyes. When he did, he knew. She had the same eyes. “Blair?”

Blair let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding before she practically flew off the bar and right to Kovacs, hugging him tight. “I thought you were dead.”

All he wanted was for one thing to go right that night and while it wasn’t what he wouldn’t have expected in a million years he was grateful that this was it. Kovacs hugged her back and chuckled, “You thought I was dead? I thought you were dead.”

Blair pulled back from him and grinned, “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Ko.”

Poe watched this entire exchange and was fascinated by it. “The two of you know each other? My, my, the plot thickens, but I’m afraid this reunion must need to be cut short. The constabulary will no doubt be arriving very soon, Miss Han.”

It took Blair a moment before it clicked that she should get out of there before they did arrive. Just in case Thea Hatch happened to be one of the officers in attendance. But before going to the elevator, she pointed at Kovacs. “This reunion is not over, Ko.” Blair darted off before another word could be said.

Kovacs didn’t know what to make of that but wasn’t going to question it and instead took a seat so he could get himself a drink after this very long day.

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Blair was up in her room when later that evening Kovacs entered through her opened doorway. She set down the knife she was about to throw at the wall and shook her head a bit. “I still can’t believe you’re here. I never would have thought this would happen in a million years.”

Kovacs had more pressing matters to attend to than their reunion. “What the hell were you thinking, Blair? You can’t wear a copy of someone else’s Sleeve!” At her expression that proved she knew what he was talking about, he scoffed, “How could you be so stupid to use a Sleeve of a fucking officer?!”

Blair crossed her arms and scoffed herself. “I didn’t copy anyone’s sleeve, Ko. This is my body and this is my new life. You can’t honestly still not believe me, can you?” She popped her lips when he looked at her stoically. “Wow, okay. For the millionth time, I don’t use Sleeves. I’m not Stacked, I’m Cursed with freaking Bots.”

“That’s impossible,” he said firmly in that moment like he had many times before because what she told him didn’t make any sense and the only person who could confirm it was long dead.

“That’s impossible?” Blair scoffed incredulously before throwing her hand out towards him. “Coming from the guy with a Gameboy cartridge stuck in his neck.”

Kovacs didn’t understand the reference, which was something that clearly wasn’t going to change since he never really did understand half of what she said. “Even if what you still claim to be true…”

“There is no ‘if’, Ko!” Blair shouted at him because even after all this time he still thought she was a lunatic. “You don’t believe me? Ask Poe. Poe has been with me through it for years. He knows I’m not Stacked, he knows I have Bots instead. So stop being a pompous know it all and finally believe I’m not delusional or insane!”

Blair put her face in her hands and groaned loudly. This was so not how she imagined any kind of reunion with Kovacs being and yet it’s what she got. Finally she let her hands drop because she had given up. “I can’t believe we’re going through this again. It’s been what – over 200 years since we’ve seen each other and we are still having the same freaking argument? Who the fuck cares if I have the face of a cop?! They want to kill me for it? Let them! I’ll just come back with a new life and move on.”

Kovacs should have known better than to try and deal with this right now he moved to leave the room, but not without saying, “This isn’t over,” before he left.

Blair clenched her fist and punched a hole in the wall when he left because of how infuriating their reunion had become. She would have thought after all this time that maybe things would be different but they never would be. Kovacs would never believe her – never really see her and she would never be with him in the way she’d been wanting to for over 200 years…

#same eyes #blair alden han #blair alden han au #altered carbon plot bunny

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Burn it down AU // on AO3 // extras on AO3

The first few pieces of the puzzle are discovered, much to the dismay of everyone involved.

By the time Lan Wangji and A-Yuan reached the Cloud Recesses, Lan Xichen had long left for Lanling. It would have been easy to wait for his return to ask about that altered version of Cleansing which Nie Huaisang shared, easier still to forget entirely about this matter.

Instead, while A-Yuan was in class, Lan Wangji started perusing the restricted parts of Gusu Lan’s library. There was no need to bother checking more ordinary scores, he had quickly decided. If it had been a common song, he would have recognised it. Thus, it had to be one not ordinarily used.

The notion of a genuine mistake did cross his mind, of course. He did not linger on it. The melody, while clearly different from Cleansing, fit with it well enough to not bring direct attention to itself. There was a purposefulness to this that he did not like.

Day after day, Lan Wangji checked collections of songs that, for one reason or another, had to be kept out of reach of ordinary disciples. Aside from his investigation, it proved a rather fascinating exploration of his sect’s history, and of the different ways musical cultivation had been used over the years.

Between this, the morning reading of the rules to the juniors, and time spent with A-Yuan, his days were so well filled that he usually fell asleep easily, long before the hour where he felt the impulse to reach for Wei Wuxian’s soul.

It came as little surprise to discover that his time in the library had attracted his uncle’s attention. Lan Qiren was always interested in any research happening in the Cloud Recesses, and he still had little trust in his youngest nephew. The only odd thing, as far as Lan Wangji was concerned, was the fact that it took his uncle over a month to come see him in the restricted section of the library. Even then, he only did it under the pretext that Lan Xichen had sent a letter from Lanling, and some of the news concerned Lan Wangji.

Lan Xichen wrote to explain that he would be staying in Lanling longer than intended, to help Jin Guangyao settle in his new position. That his friend should be accepted as new head of Lanling Jin happened with surprising ease, which he guessed was due both to Jin Guangyao’s undeniable skills and his impeccable rhetoric. It also helped, of course, that the only alternative was a toddler. Jin Guangshan’s other recognised bastard, Mo Xuanyu, was apparently known all over Lanling as a particularly weak willed fool, and besides he was so utterly devoted to Jin Guangyao that he would never have gone against him even if he had understood what was at stake.

He mentioned, also, how worried he was once again about Nie Huaisang. The young sect leader had departed for Qinghe the instant the ceremonies were over. But while in Lanling, he had behaved very oddly, acting very panicked every time someone asked him his opinion about the situation and never really taking sides. Lan Xichen understood that his brother-in-law was still struggling to find his footing after being thrown into his position, but he still regretted that behaviour. He knew that Nie Huaisang was capable of being quite shrewd when needed, that he had a good head for politics, and so he hoped that Lan Wangji would continue supporting his husband and encouraging him to come into his own.

This struck Lan Wangji as peculiar. After the news of Jin Guangshan’s death, Nie Huaisang had immediately started analysing the situation and wondering how to support Jin Guangyao. It seemed that Lan Wangji was not the only one made suspicious by this very odd version of Cleansing.

When he was done reading, Lan Wangji returned the letter to his uncle, and waited for him to leave so he could continue his research. Instead, Lan Qiren picked up one of the scores he had been inspecting.

“You have been coming here a lot lately, Wangji. I encourage your will to study, but your material of choice seems rather inappropriate. There are no songs here you should ever use.”

“Hm.”

“I was happy to see you start to do better,” Lan Qiren said, dropping the score impatiently. “I rejoiced too fast. It seems your interest for darkness has not relented after all.”

“Hm.”

The accusation glided on Lan Wangji like water off a duck’s back. And yet, as his uncle turned to leave, he felt an impulse to stop him. Not because his opinion still mattered on a personal level. But whether Lan Wangji liked it or not, his uncle was a renowned scholar and an expert on musical techniques. If Lan Xichen was to remain absent, then it might be wise to turn to someone else for advice.

“A certain melody has been brought to my attention,” Lan Wangji explained as his uncle was about to pass the threshold. “I have never heard it before. It could be innocuous, but the circumstances were unusual.”

Lan Qiren stopped in his tracks.

“What circumstances were those?”

A logical question, but one Lan Wangji hesitated to answer in full until he had a better understanding of the situation. There was little point in throwing accusations at the moment.

“At a certain time, a certain cultivator used a spiritual melody that I know. I was not here to hear it, but a person I trust did. When later I played that melody for that person, they remarked that it was different from what they had heard from that other cultivator.”

“And you do not think it was a mistake,” Lan Qiren noted, walking back toward his nephew now that his curiosity was picked. “What was the original melody?”

“A Lan healing song.”

“I could have guessed that much,” his uncle retorted. “That person, were they able to describe what had been changed?”

Lan Wangji nodded, and hummed the song fragment that Nie Huaisang had shared with him. When he finished, his uncle was frowning. Without a word, Lan Qiren sat down and easily put on paper the notes of that song, his scowl deepening as he inspected it.

“I have never heard that played, but I have seen it before,” he announced. “It is definitely something that we have in our collection, but I cannot remember what it is exactly. Do you know if it had any specific effects when played?”

After careful consideration, Lan Wangji nodded.

“The healing song’s effect might have been cancelled by it,” he explained, recalling how little Nie Mingjue’s mood had improved after Cleansing was played to him. “It is possible it even inverted the effects. I cannot be sure. I am not close enough to the person on whom it was used to judge if their temperament was affected by this, or other events.”

“It might be interesting to interrogate that person. It is difficult to say for sure, not without the original score to show the manner in which the song must be imbued with spiritual energy, but it appears to me as though it could easily be used for nefarious purposes.”

“The person has died since then, and cannot be interrogated.”

His uncle’s eyes narrowed at the news, and he glared at the score.

“I see. If the person you are speaking off is the one I think… this could be a dangerous situation, Wangji. Continue your investigation, but do not speak of it to anyone until things are certain. Does your husband know?”

“Hm.”

Lan Qiren nodded and stroked his beard, as if that confirmed some of his suspicions.

“Tell me if you find out what that song is, do not make rash decisions and do not let your husband make them either. If there is need for action, your brother and I will do what is necessary.”

“Hm,” Lan Wangji replied, letting that simple sound carry all of his doubt. Even if that song truly had the effect suspected, the only proof that it had been used was Nie Huaisang’s memory of it, which was hardly any proof at all, considering whose word they would need to go against.

Still, he supposed he should have been grateful that his uncle was offering to help at all.

He refused to be.

It took a few more days after this chat with his uncle for Lan Wangji to finally learn more about the corrupted melody, and even then he very nearly missed it entirely. As he was browsing a collection of foreign songs, Lan Wangji encountered a passage that made little sense, with a score starting in a certain style and ending in a very different one. He almost dismissed it as being due to the very unusual nature of that particular anthology, filled with music that aimed only to disorient, hurt, or straight out kill those upon whom it was inflicted. Of course songs such as these might not follow the usual rules of harmony.

Luckily, one of the passages still caught his attention enough to be worth comparing to his uncle’s transcription of the corrupted song. It was not a match, not exactly, but there was a certain harmony between the two, a similarity that made it perfectly possible for the two to be part of the same piece. Indeed, after close inspection, Lan Wangji realised that a part of this particular book, named The Collection of Turmoil, had been very carefully removed, leaving almost no trace of the now missing page.

In such circumstances, it was too big of a coincidence to be ignored. Lan Wangji put back every other material he had prepared to research that day, keeping only the Collection of Turmoil with him and leaving with it.

His plans of showing the incomplete song to his uncle was, unfortunately, thwarted when he learned that Lan Qiren had left the Cloud Recesses, called by some urgent business in Gusu. The elder he had left in charge assured Lan Wangji that his uncle would return in a matter of days. It was inconvenient, but not overtly so. Lan Wangji did not mind waiting a little longer, and would use that delay to further study the broken melody.

The rest of the day passed rather pleasantly. His mind no longer so taken by his research, Lan Wangji was able to better play with A-Yuan when his son’s classes finished. They fed the rabbits together and, since the weather was pleasant, stayed a long while in their pen, watching them hop around. A-Yuan had given names to all of them and although they all looked very similar, he was particularly good at distinguishing between them and noticing their personalities. Due to his age he was still sometimes a little clumsy when catching and holding them, but it was obvious that A-Yuan was trying very hard to be kind to the rabbits. Lan Wangji hoped the animals knew how much they were loved. He hoped, also, that A-Yuan knew how loved he was. He doubted that it would ever be easy for him to say it with words, so all he had were actions.

On the way back to the Jingshi, he picked up A-Yuan in his arms and carried him, holding him with as much gentleness as his son had tried to show to the rabbits.

He hoped it was enough to show how much he cared.

Judging by the way A-Yuan smiled, it might have been enough.

The evening passed just as pleasantly. They had dinner alone in the Jingshi, as they often did when Lan Qiren wasn’t around to complain about Lan Wangji spoiling his son. When that was over, Lan Wangji tried to read a story to his son, only for A-Yuan to interrupt at nearly every sentence because he too wanted to try reading. He was starting to know quite a few characters, and Lan Wangji patiently provided him with those he could not yet recognise. When the story was over, A-Yuan went to bed and, owing to that sunny afternoon with the rabbits, quickly fell asleep. Lan Wangji, now alone, put order to a few things inside the house. He was thinking of joining his son and ending the day when there was an urgent knock on the door.

Lan Wangji barely had time to take a step toward the door before Nie Huaisang barged in, breathless and disheveled, as if he had run there. No, not just run. For the first time since his days as a student in the Cloud Recesses, Nie Huaisang had a saber at his hip, which meant he might have flown all the way from Qinghe.

“Huaisang?”

“They took him,” his husband hissed, his face distorted in a terrible grimace, his limbs trembling from both rage and exhaustion.

“Him?”

“Mingjue! Someone took him! His grave is empty!”

Lan Wangji threw a quick look toward the bed, where A-Yuan was fast asleep. He would not stay so if he heard Nie Huaisang’s voice, and his husband did not look in a state to control his volume.

“Outside.”

They went to the rabbits’ pen, where they were least likely to be disturbed by anyone, especially at such an hour. Lan Wangji sat down and gestured for his husband to do the same, but Nie Huaisang refused and instead started pacing in the grass.

“I kept thinking about that song,” he explained. “How you said there’s only one version of Cleansing. And as I was travelling toward Lanling and became more nervous, I kept thinking how when you played it, Cleansing always calmed me down perfectly well. I was a mess before you came to visit, but then you arrived, played a little music, and I started feeling better. So why didn’t it work for Da-ge?”

“Hm. On that matter…”

“It doesn’t make sense that he was so angry!” Nie Huaisang insisted, ignoring the attempt to interrupt him. “It doesn’t make sense that I was so angry! I know we’ve always argued a lot, but never like this, we were never so vicious toward each other! It makes no sense at all, but everything hurt so much after losing him, I was so upset all the time, I didn’t even notice until you started playing the song for me. And so I thought… I thought if something had been done to him, maybe his body would bear the trace. It’s not been so long, I was hoping if I checked, I might find something.”

He stopped his pacing and shuddered.

“I found something for sure. Or rather, I found nothing. The coffin was… it had been weighted down with stones, but that’s it. There was no body inside. Wangji, they stole his body! They… no. Not they. He. It has to be him. Who else would have had the occasion? He was the one taking care of the coffin and the tomb, we let him have free rein over that. He… I trusted him!” Nie Huaisang exploded, before breaking into tears and falling to his knees on the grass. “I trusted him, I fought with Da-ge on his behalf! I trusted him so much and he did this to him, to us!”

Awkwardly, Lan Wangji shuffled closer and patted his husband's shoulder. There were no words of comfort for a moment like this one. The best Lan Wangji could offer was validation.

“Cleansing was corrupted with a fragment of another song,” he announced. “I have found the work from which it comes, but the score itself was torn away. The book was in a restricted session. Even among disciples, few people are allowed there. But there are two strangers to our sect who were given unlimited access to all of Cloud Recesses, owing to their ties to Zewu-Jun.”

“And my brother wouldn’t have done this,” Nie Huaisang sniffled. “He… he did this. He really did this. He killed my brother and he took his body! He… I thought he was my friend. I thought he was our friend!”

Without warning, Nie Huaisang let himself fall into Lan Wangji arms, hugging him tight and sobbing against his shoulder. His first instinct was to push him away, disgusted as he often was by unwanted contact. Instead, Lan Wangji forced himself to relax and tolerate it. There was not much he could do for Nie Huaisang at the moment, but if his husband needed this, he would make an effort.

After a long while, Nie Huaisang’s sobs calmed down. He pulled back, dried his tears, and sighed.

“I must find Da-ge’s body,” he announced. “If it was taken, it must be because it contains proof of what was done to him. Jin Guangyao is many things, but not a fool. He would not have done something so risky if he had not been forced to. If I find the body, I might be able to demand justice. But first, I must find it…”

“It will not be easy.”

“Might not be so hard either,” Nie Huaisang replied, a little more collected already. “The Nie sect has always had an ideal of justice, so we have a few techniques for finding missing bodies. I’m not an expert at any of them, and with my cultivation being what it is, it’ll take some effort, but I’ll manage. I’ll find him.”

“We will find him.”

Nie Huaisang stared at Lan Wangji with wide eyes and shook his head.

“That’s not your business. I… I shouldn’t even have come here, really. I should have kept this to myself. Jin Guangyao has just become the most powerful man in the country, to have him as an enemy is… It’s better if you stay out of this, Wangji. I’ve already caused you enough trouble.”

“You are my husband,” Lan Wangji retorted. “You are my friend. I already left one friend to fend for himself against Lanling Jin. I will not make that mistake again.”

For a brief moment, it looked as if Nie Huaisang might start crying again, but he managed to contain his emotions and smiled instead.

“You are a good man, Wangji. If you are really willing to help, I’ll be selfish and accept it.”

“I would not have let you refuse.”

Nie Huaisang’s smile widened, and he even managed a short laugh.

“Rude. Very rude. I can’t see why people call you a gentleman when you’re so rude to this poor husband of yours.”

Lan Wangji smiled back. He knew better than to take Nie Huaisang’s laughter as a sign he was well, but if he could at least use his usual defence mechanism again, he had to at least be better.

Still, as they walked back toward the Jingshi, Nie Huaisang fell into deep silence, which he only broke when they reached the door of their home.

“Wangji, if you come with me to Qinghe to investigate, what do we do with A-Yuan?”

“He comes as well,” Lan Wangji replied, although he did not particularly like the idea of dragging his son into this.

“But it could be dangerous,” Nie Huaisang protested. “I don’t know Guangyao as well as I thought I did, but I still think I have a good grasp of who he is. If it really is him who stole Da-ge’s body, he’ll have taken every step necessary to ensure it is never found again, so there can be no proof of what he did. He’s learned the hard way to be careful about things like that.”

“Hm. We leave him here with Hou Tianjian?”

“It’s a better option, but won’t that bring attention to us? It is well known that you never part from him. It could be explained when we went to Qinghe together because you’ve never bothered to hide that you disliked my brother. But now that he's gone? If we travel together, people will find it very odd that we did not take him with us. We're known as quite the happy little family after all.”

“You said it was too dangerous,” Lan Wangji pointed out.

Nie Huaisang sighed in frustration.

“It is! But if he stays here, we need to find a good excuse to feed Hou Tianjian. This is too delicate to tell her the truth, I’m not trusting anyone except you. What to do… it’s really too bad you’re such a poor liar, or it’d be easy.”

“Hm.”

Again, Nie Huaisang sighed, and he started pacing in front of the door.

“How to make it work… the guard on duty at the entrance saw me, as did a few servants probably. I’ve been flying for a week straight, so I must look like a mess. And everyone knows I’m just a little idiot who’s good for nothing aside from badly painting landscapes.”

“You are not…”

“Hush, hush, I am, I don’t mind, I don’t care. I’ve worked hard to make sure I’d never be anything more than that. So here I am, an absolute mess, knocking at your door in the middle of the night, causing a scene… and I did, don’t deny it. I caused such a scene we had to go talk among rabbits, Wangji! That’s true, and that’s what you’re going to tell Hou Tianjian when you leave A-Yuan with her.”

Nie Huaisang finally stopped pacing, and instead played with the hem of his sleeve.

“You can tell her that I have been unwell since my brother’s death, which is also true. You can tell her that I’m faced with problems I can’t handle alone which…” he snickered. “It certainly is true, isn’t it? And if you tell her that right now you don’t think it’s safe for A-Yuan to be around me, that’s true as well.”

“Hm. I will do that.”

It would be unpleasant to paint such a portrait of his husband, no matter how true each individual statement was. It would be even more unpleasant to do it for Hou Tianjian, with whom Nie Huaisang had a certain friendship and who always seemed to have a good opinion of him. But if he was willing to sacrifice that for A-Yuan's safety, Lan Wangji would play his part.

“Great. And I’ll… find somewhere to spend the night,” Nie Huaisang decided. “It’s probably better if A-Yuan doesn’t see me, it’ll upset him if I’m here only to steal you away, won’t it?”

That, unfortunately, was true. A-Yuan very frequently asked when they would return to Qinghe, wanting to check both on Nie Huaisang and on the garden they had planted together. It would be difficult for him to understand that for a time, the adults in his life needed to have other priorities.

As to where Nie Huaisang might spend the night...

“Brother is still in Lanling. His house is empty.”

Nie Huaisang startled at the suggestion, and laughed nervously.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll sleep better if I go back to the rabbit’s pen,” he said. “The night isn’t so cold anyway. I’ll hide there until you come pick me up, when you have dropped A-Yuan with Hou Tianjian and Jingyi.”

“Your choice.”

“I never get much of a choice,” Nie Huaisang chuckled. “Not for this, not for anything else. Ah, well… good night, husband. Please hug A-Yuan for me tomorrow morning.”

“I will.”

Nie Huaisang smirked at his answer, but made no comment as he turned back toward the path that led to the rabbits’ pen.

#nie huaisang #lan wangji #mo dao zu shi #burn it down au #xisang #barely there this chapter but still lol #this is a lot of reveals for this we all know already so I hope it's still interesting to read lol #jau writes #mdzs

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priorireverte · 3 years

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Congratulations Marcia!

Your application for Cho Chang has been accepted, with the discussed changes about her working with the Returned. I can’t wait to see how Cho handles both those unstable revived and her own lasting trauma from the war.

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Marcia, she/her

TIMEZONE: GMT+7

ACTIVITY LEVEL: My activity level is pretty fluctuative depending on how college is doing but since college is all online right now, I have lots of time to roleplay.

ANYTHING ELSE: Triggers: sexual assault. I’ve actually roleplayed Cho a few times so I’m quite familiar with her character!

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Cho Chang

BIRTHDATE: 15 November 1979

DEATHDATE: -

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Female, she/her, as far as Cho is concerned, she’s straight but she definitely has biromantic tendencies. She has been dating boys and men exclusively but has definitely had crushes on girls and women. She just never acts on them due to her own confusion regarding her sexuality.

BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw

OCCUPATION: Currently unemployed. Previously before the Battle of Hogwarts, Cho was admitted to St. Mungo’s Healing program as their newest Healer-in-training. She worked overtime shifts after the war ended and found that she needed time away from her profession. She needed to re-evaluate her life goals, ambitions, and the things she really wanted to do. So she resigned and was planning on joining a non-profit group whose mission is to help Wizarding communities around the world rebuild when she heard of the Returned. She felt compelled to stay in England in light of recent news.

FACECLAIM: Jessica Henwick.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

POSTBELLUM:

Cho felt the war before it even happened, knew it was coming while everyone else closed their eyes to it. Its effects have not left her since the moment Harry brought back Cedric’s cold dead body. She mourned and mourned and fell into grief. Grief left unresolved and added to as the war swept through her and the people around her. As she watched the people closest to her lose and die. She tried to move on from the war. She attended the memorials and the wakes and then went home telling herself that she was okay. But found herself opening another bottle of alcohol instead. The first few months were the hardest. She cried a lot and could not even take time off from her work because St. Mungo’s was running at full capacity and she was not the only one hurting. So she bottled her unresolved grief up. The only solace during this period was the presence of her mother, a Muggle woman who could never fully comprehend the ugliness of a Wizarding war as she is so removed from it after her divorce from Cho’s father. Cho was urged to go to therapy, Muggle therapy. It worked, sort of. Even though she had to alter details of her story, of what actually happened, she found solace in confiding in someone, in taking medications. She’s getting better. She keeps a journal now where she writes her dreams and nightmares and all the good things that have happened to her thus far. Recently, she added three words to the journal, under the “Good Things” section: “Survived the war.” For now, surviving is enough.

When she first heard of the Returned, hope bloomed in her chest as she thought of the families and friends that could be reunited. This is a happy event, right? It’s practically a reunion! And she did feel happy. Joyful at such a turn of events. At the fact that death can no longer keep people apart. That the war, in the end, did not take so much from her. But then she heard of Cedric’s arrival, of the possibility of him being back in her life, this first love of hers. The boy she mourned and cried over, and she felt like keeling over. It isn’t that she does not want him to live again. It’s that how is she going to navigate life with him again in it? Is she going to pretend to never know him so that she can continue on peacefully? Or should she seek him out? See where things could actually lead now that he’s alive again? Everything is complicated and she does not know how to feel. Long long ago she lost him and grew up too quickly. But now he’s here again and has not aged a day and she’s a woman he could no longer recognize.

PERSONALITY:

Cho Chang has an innate curiosity within her, this want to know more, to stretch magic thin and find out what it actually is capable of. A scholar approach to things. She wants to combine and mix and concoct and see what comes out of it. A natural researcher, a born academic. When people see her, they see someone who is kind and good. Someone who volunteers to finish group projects when no one else wants to. A doormat. A bit of a well-meaning pushover. Someone that can easily be taken advantage of. But in actuality, she uses her kindness as a weapon, as her bargaining point. She extends and withdraws it in accordance to the attitude and respect people give her. Her friends say she has Slytherin tendencies and they are right. Even the Sorting Hat thought Slytherin would be good for her. Se cares too much about what people think. There’s a need within her to fulfil expectations and to present herself only in the loveliest of ways. She puts a mirage on herself. She’s not as open as she looks. She tells you one thing but holds back five others. But she’s a loyal friend who will push you to be better. She’s a good listener and adviser. She’ll never say “I told you so” and she never holds a grudge. She hands out second chances and gives people the benefit of the doubt.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Cho’s mother’s family is rich and posh. They’re old money and they have lived within the same neighbourhood in London for generations. Cho’s mother graduated from a respectable Muggle university with an art historian degree. She works as an art curator for a museum. Her father’s family back in Taiwan in contrast is very middle class. Her father moved to England for a better life, to be able to send money back home to pay for his sick father’s mounting hospital bills. He found employment in the Ministry for Magic and climbed his way up. He’s now a diplomat.

Cho’s parents divorced when she was five. She spent five days a week in her mother’s house, a Muggle townhouse bought by her grandparents, during her childhood. The other two days she spent at her father’s flat. Since her parents divorced when she was young, she does not have any resentment towards them for separating. After all, the two are fine as co-parents. What she finds burdensome about their divorce however is the clear divide between her magical and Muggle extended families and how she has to juggle the two. How she is forever stuck in the middle of Muggle and magical, rich and not rich, privileged and unprivileged.

But her parents are great overall. Her mother has a revolving door of boyfriends and her father has his work as a diplomat to drown himself in. Cho is naturally closer to her maternal grandparents than her paternal ones who live in Taipei and she only sees once a year at most. She’s an only child so she receives a lot of attention.

HISTORY:

Cho Chang’s formative years were pretty normal. She was born inside a Muggle hospital at the insistence of her grandparents and then brought home to the family’s townhouse in Kensington. She was one of those kids whose parents pampered them. They could not give her one big happy family so they made up for it by making sure that she was never without anything she wanted. She had toys and a dollhouse and a chinchilla. She had two bedrooms in two different houses, each one decorated with her favourite hue of blue. There was never any restrictions on what she could and could not do. She played with her cousins and the neighbourhood kids. She went to a Muggle elementary school when she was old enough. Learnt how to read and write, found herself entranced by language and literature, struggled at maths but excelled at science. And then she said goodbye to her Muggle friends and told me she was going to a boarding school when her Hogwarts letter arrived.

Her Hogwarts years were good too. The hat placed her in Ravenclaw and she enjoyed her time there. An uneasiness built up inside her however as everyone looked at her and called her pretty. They fawned over and she did not know whether they saw true beauty or someone exotic and different enough from them to gawk over. When she was the only girl admitted to the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, she accepted it but found it odd that no other girl was good enough for the team. Nevertheless, she carried on. Charms and Potions were her strongest subjects. When it came to Transfiguration, she was so so. She focused on herself and did well and had fun with her friends. They’d hang out in groups and go to Hogsmeade together. There’s a spot on the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall meant just for her and her group of friends.

One day, Marietta Edgecombe pointed out that Cedric Diggory was staring at her. The rest was history. There were dates and a whirlwind romance. There was happiness. And then, everything was snuffed out. She played the part of the grieving girlfriend, emotional and weepy, and irritated her friends with her cries. Everything fell apart. Her grades dropped. Several professors kind enough to close their eyes on her academic incompetency gave her leniency. Professor Flitwick cautioned her about her grades and her career choices. She went to the library and had another cry and picked Healer. She dated Harry Potter and then Michael Corner. It was all a blur, just another Hogwarts boy to laugh about in the future. When graduation came she was so happy. She enrolled in the Healing program, became a Healer, and helped as much as she could with the war efforts. She went to Hogwarts for the Battle.

OOC EXPLORATION:

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? I’m looking forward to the idea of Cho having to reverse all her grieving and mourning if that makes sense? Like Cho having to reconstruct her life again, to make sense of her trauma and hurt all over again. I also would love to see what a Cho-Cedric friendship or aftermath would look like after the war.

ANYTHING ELSE? Enjoy this playlist for Cho I made! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6FaZMH55GqPSogRg07ju5H?si=4rM8UPiDTgyBbNisAS1vNw

#prioriacceptance #prioriannouncement #cho chang #admin.emmy

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kyouxa · 5 years

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Carla Tsukinami (Story 12)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Place: Violet mansion — dungeon

Carla: For the time being, the two of you will rest in the dungeon.

If you show an obedient attitude, I won’t need to take generous measures in the future.

Ruki: Hmph... are you saying that you want to tame us? That’s useless.

Shin: We’re not going to bow down for you. Not even for this power.

Carla: ...Speaking of that topic

Hurry up, Subaru. Explain the current situation to Laito.

Subaru: ...Yes.

Yui: Carla-san...

Carla: What is it?

Yui: Is this, really okay? Even if Shin-kun will be trapped in the dungeon...

They both are dangerously injured, with blood all over the floor—

Carla: They need to stay in this dungeon, otherwise Shin who never loses, would attack us.

If that’s the case, we also need to fight them... I highly want to avoid this.

In addiction, now that they only have false memories in their head, past hospitality would just be another suspicious cause.

Yui: (That right... For Shin-kun, Carla-san is nothing more than just an enemy)

(Just another enemy who is a competitor for the throne of the king...)

(This situation, it might even cause Laito-kun to get suspicious of us, but... I can’t help it)

Shin: ...Brother, are you okay?

Ruki: Yes.

Shin: Damn... ngh, if the wounds would recover more quickly, we’d definitely get out here.

Ruki: Don't be impatient. Just don’t let your guard down.

Shin: Understood... brother.

Carla: ...

Yui: (Carla-san, he’s silently watching Shin-kun. I never saw him with such an expression on his face... that’s the first time—)

(He looks like, he’s hiding a lot of feelings)

Place: Violet mansion — living room

Kou: No way, to catch Ruki and Shin just like that, as expected from our leader Carla-kun!

Azusa: Y-Yes...

Laito: Recently, were there any new signs of you becoming the king?

Because, I was told that you managed to win by your own powers, is that right?

Yui: (Everyone is talking happily about the successful capture of Ruki-kun)

(The battle for the king, for now this is everyone’s biggest priority...)

Carla: You’re noisy. I still couldn’t become the king yet.

The Scarlet family, as well as the remnants of the Orange mansion are free. Don’t act so delighted already.

Kou: Suure. But, you did an amazing job. So what is our Carla-kun planing for the next time?

Once you became the king, we’ll make sure to throw a huge party for you!

Carla: Party... ?

Laito: A present that Carla would be happy with, I don’t think that smth like that exists.

Subaru-kun, do you have any ideas?

Subaru: What? Why are you asking me about that?

Kou: In my opinion, we should just have a good meal together!

Azusa: That’s just, because Kou-kun always wants to eat... right?

Carla: ...You all, why are you all so excited... ?

Laito: That’s because, Carla is finally getting closer to become the king. Isn’t that right?

Kou: That’s why we’re celebrating our big brother, you’re not going to get away from it.

Carla: Big... brother.

...That’s right. For all of you, I’m your big brother, hm...

Yui: Carla-san...

Carla: We’ll plan something. I’ll put my thoughts on this topic later.

First of all I’ll return to my room. This will be left to you, Subaru.

Subaru: What? Ngh, hey! ... What’s wrong with this guy.

Yui: (Carla-san, he looked uncomfortable with the situation...)

Subaru-kun, I’ll go after Carla-san.

Subaru: Yes... that might be better. We’ll do whatever we can, now go and follow him.

Yui: Yes, thank you!

*Yui leaves*

Place: Violet mansion — Carla’s bedroom

Yui: Carla-san, may I enter?

Carla: ... Sure.

Yui: Excuse me.

(Carla-san, after all he doesn’t seem alright...)

Carla: What about Subaru-kun?

Yui: Oh, they’re all still discussing things about the Party. Everyone seems to be excited about it.

Carla: I see...

There was something about that, which made my mind go blurry.

Yui: Eh?

Carla: The eldest brother, me, becomes the king with Eve by his side. The rest just follows them...

This is what they assume because of their memories.

But, I never thought that Laito would be so happy about it.

Yui: For Laito-kun and everyone else, it is you, who is their big brother.

Carla: Yes, that’s right. They are pleased by my actions because of their memories.

Although this is a fake relationship, their thoughts of me... being their real brother.

Being real brothers, it might just look like that from the outside.

Yui: Nn...

(Shin-kun...)

Carla: ...What’s with that expression? Did you thought about Shin just now?

Yui: Shin-kun... ?

Choices

1) — It seemed hard (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

2) — It seemed good (black)

— It seemed hard ♡

Yui: I know it’s hard. I just don’t know what we should do about him...

Meaningless fightings, everyone’s memory loss... I don’t think Shin-kun is happy either.

Carla: That’s right. We will make sure to give him his memories back.

Yui: Exactly, the reason why he adores Ruki-kun, is just because of his memory loss.

— It seemed good

Yui: It looked fine to me. It looked like he’s doing well with Ruki-kun on his side.

Carla: I see...

end Choices

Carla: Certainly, Shin is blended with a false brother on his side.

The fact that he wasn’t treated badly in their mansion, reliefs me a bit.

Even if it may be because their memories have been altered, I might have to thank both of those vampires.

Yui: I agree...

("Brothers"... Shin-kun, he still believes that Ruki-kun is his elder brother)

(But, this whole situation seems to be pretty complicated for Carla-san...)

Tell me, are you sad about it?

Carla: ...Feeling sad. Yes, I wonder if that’s true.

However, I can’t deny that I’m enduring a painful feeling.

Yui: Carla-san...

Carla: ...No, this topic is just bothering someone like you. Forget it.

Yui: It’s not bothering me at all...

You’re feeling like this, because Shin-kun is the most important person to you.

Carla: I see. It may be as you said.

Shin... and you, are pretty special for my entire existence.

If one of you went missing, it’s only natural to feel like this.

Yui: As long as he remembers, everything will stay the same.

Carla: That’s right. We will regain Shin’s memories and—

Once this is done, we’re escaping from this space.

Yui: ....Ngh

(... If we are going to the church, we will surely find a way out of this strange space)

(But, once we are out, the time will continue to flow in it’s usual form)

(...Carla-san’s disease will start to progress)

Carla: What’s wrong, Yui? Your expression suddenly changed.

Yui: Nn, uhm...it’s nothing.

I may have been acting awkward, due various reasons recently.

Carla: Are you, hiding a secret from me?

Yui: I... ngh

Carla: You are the woman I choose for myself. My future bride.

There is no need for you to hide anything from me. Worries, suffering, weaken.

Trusting each other on this, for me this is necessary for a healthy relationship.

Yui: Carla-san...

(Seems like Carla-san began to notice my strange behavior. I’ve been probably acting weird for awhile now...)

(But, I can’t say it. I’m way too scared of letting those words escape from my mouth...)

(I don’t want to remind Carla-san neither myself about his disease—)

Carla: Apparently, it looks like you’re not going to say anything.

Yui: I-It’s different! It’s not like I want to keep any secrets from Carla-san’s.

However... I still don’t know myself, how I should deal with this...

Carla: I see. I've tried to get the answer to my questions in a hurry.

This way. You’ll lay in my arms.

Yui: Carla-san... ?

*Carla comes closer*

Carla: For now, you decided to not talk about your secret, I’ll fully respect your opinion on that.

But, I hope you know that is not what I actually want.

Yui: Yes... I’m sorry.

Carla: There’s no need to apologize. Your sentiment, I will wash away all the worries in your mind.

Offer me your blood. In exchange, I will give you the feeling of the finest pleasures.

Yui: My blood...

(He’s not asking because he’s thirsty. Neither he asks because he wants my blood)

(It’s just, because he is caring about me... )

After all... Carla-san is still the kindest person I know.

Carla: Don’t preach me like this. This is involved in dignity as a king. With mercy alone, the kings life wouldn’t work.

And do you know what that means? That means I am the only man suited for you.

Yui: Eh...

(His eyes, their expression suddenly changed... it’s like he’s aiming for his pray, an eye that dominates everything—)

Carla: Has the scent of your blood increased? As I thought, you are the type that prefers rough actions.

Yui: Eh, s-such kind of things...

Carla: You don’t need to hide your desire from me. As it is right now, you should accept it.

I’ll make sure, to give you enough and all kinds of — pleasures.

...Ahh...Nn...Nn...

Yui: Wait... ! ...Agh...Nn

Carla: ...Ahh, your blood is definitely increasing and becoming thicker.

Look at me. Listen to your body, tell me who your supreme ruler is.

Yui: Y-Yes, it’s you, Carla-san...

Carla: That’s right. Your companion is nobody else but me. There’s nothing to grieve anymore.

However, just drown in the feeling that you are given, the pleasure you waited for — Nn... Nn...

Yui: Ahh... Nn...Ngh...

(My blood is been sucked like this again... Like this, I can’t focus on anything and it makes my mind go dizzy...)

(It feels like my hesitation, anxiety and everything else is sucked away with my blood...)

(Only for now, even if it’s spoiled... I... want it...)

Carla-san... please don’t... hesitate to take more.

Carla: ...As you wish... Ahh... Nn...

Yui: A-Ah... Ahh... !

(My head becomes selfish. Without thinking, I just wanted him to take more)

(I don’t worry about what happened earlier anymore)

Place: Outside — wide area

Ayato: ...Hey, are you planing to hide there forever? Move on, come out already!

??? : Oops, seems like I got discovered.

Laito: I thought I was doing well in hiding myself, it’s a surprise that you found me.

Kanato: You got a pretty big mouth. Hiding in the bushes while thinking nobody sees you. Do you seriously think I’m stupid or something?

Laito: That’s wrong. I was just waiting for the perfect moment to talk to you two.

Ayato: There’s no need to talk to you. You’d probably just start picking up a fight or sum. Try me then!

Laito: Oh dear, hold on. I assume the cause of your frustration is the reason that you don’t know where Ruki is, right?

Ayato: Hah? Why do you know that? That’s right, he was included with that intelligent dude.

Kanato: Shin too. Even though we were hungry and went home, the mansion was an empty shell.

I can't forgive him for not having any sweets in the mansion. Ahh, I'm sure he is miserable laughing about his actions.

I’m sure it must be like this. Ruki and Shin won’t be forgiven anymore.

Laito: ...They really are like Carla said, selfish guys who just care about themselves.

Kanato: Did you say anything?

Laito: It’s nothing, nevermind. More than that, Ruki and the other guy—

As I know, they were attacked and tattered by all four members of Scarlet.

Ayato: What? Seriously?

Laito: That • is • why, the two of you should hurry up and beat up Scarlet, before you try to beat up me.

I’m not the type of person who’d attack the enemy right away, but I can’t hold you two back, right?

Kanato: It is certainly interesting. Scarlet... If we would attack them right away, Reiji would make us a pretty hard time.

But, I won’t forgive them easily... I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THEM... !

Ayato: Heh, Ruki got defeat, that’s right. But, if the great me would beat up Reiji, Ruki needed to—

He needed to accept Ayato-sama as the strongest of the family! Hey, Kanato!

Kanato: I understood it. Let's head to the Scarlet mansion right away.

*Kanato and Ayato leave*

Laito: ...Haah. They really left without saying thanks or farewell. They are really selfish.

But, now the other family can crush those disturbers apart.

In order for Carla to become the new king, I’m helping as much as I can possibly do.

Well, I’m not sure if he would be happy enough with this report as his present.

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