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the cigarette is briefly pulled back from between his lips, arm resting against the railing as he looks back towards the goldenrod skyline, draped in the dusky hues of the setting sun. " one of the only things i haven't forced myself to forget about the time before radio tower was the night before it. "
It was the first time the two of them had returned to Goldenrod together; individually, Proton and Archer frequented the ward for business reasons, but never simultaneously. The Game Corner was still operating at full capacity, which meant that Proton found himself in the city on a monthly basis. Often times, he found his mind wandering to ghosts-- coworkers who had perished on duty on that day. The street of the entertainment district was full of these ghosts. What a coward he was, incapable of looking at them in the eye when he passed by.
There was always enough soju flowing at the izakaya to make the phantoms disappear.
A smoke break on the roof of one of the Rocket-owned buildings in the western part of the city allows the two of them to linger in silence for a while. Traveling together for work purpose didn't necessarily mean that the pair would be spending much time together. Proton had freight for the Game Corner to attend to, while Archer had spent the entire day attending meetings with foreign investors.
Archer breaks the silence, and it causes Proton to stop breathing for a moment, lips parting somewhat, pupils sharpening in surprise.
They had a rule that they agreed upon years ago, an unwritten law that they adhered to without question: we don't talk about what we do, or what we feel, when we're alone.
. . . Of course it's Archer who betrays this creed. It shouldn't shock Proton at this point, not because he is a lawless man, no no, that's far from the truth. He keeps his promises and believes in the structure given to him. But between the two of them, it had always been Archer who turned suggestion into action. How fitting for the man who took up the helm of leadership when they had been abandoned.
Proton's brows furrow, and he huffs through his nostrils, finishing his cigarette and tossing it to the ground, crushing it with his boot. He folds his arms on the railing, turning his head off to the side.
Were they actually about to talk? He swallows, and Proton swears he feels nails slip down his throat.
"-- Y'know, I'm way more of a coward than anybody else," Proton admits quietly, eyes lidding somewhat as he props himself up on an elbow while slouching on the guard rail, slouching with his chin in his hand.
"There was a part of me that wanted to run so fuckin' badly. Not--" he lifts his head and shakes it, still looking away. "Not because I didn't wanna go through with the plan-- but because I knew there was no way back. We were either gonna get the job done, or burn ourselves down tryin'."
And a lot of them did. Proton was prepared to be one of them.
"I wanted to get outta there because," he exhales sharply, taking his hat off and scrubbing a hand through his own hair. Ah man. Nobody's taught him how to speak after muzzling himself so thoroughly.
"Well-- 'cause I wanted to get you outta there too."
A loyal hound dragging his handler away from the fire to prevent an act of self-immolation.
He turns his head and looks at the other man, and he swears he still sees that sorrowful, vulnerable look on his face, drenched in the red light of the radio tower that had flooded their hotel room through the window that night.
"-- You thought we were gonna die too, didn't you?" Proton asks, bringing a thumb up and brushing it against his own lower lip, "That's why we gave in to each other."
Giving in is the most sane way to describe it-- they'd clung to one another in mournful passion with mouthfuls of blood, like beasts struck with starvation. Like terrified lovers who did not want to die with regrets. Though, perhaps the most horrifying thing was not that their lives were at risk-- but that they wordlessly acknowledged a very human emotion that was rooted between the two of them.
That's why the madness he's been struck with has never dissipated.
And so he straightens himself back up somewhat, leaning against the other executive, and slipping an arm around his waist. Proton keeps his head angled to look at him-- thinking back to the way he slipped out of that hotel room like a coward afterwards, instead of ending things the way they had started, with their lips against each other-- he finally returns the kiss.
"We have to go," he speaks up, aware of what time it was. A business contact was meant to meet them in the business car of the Magnet Train back to Saffron.
"Staying in one place for too long is risky."
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LTLVC WINS $50,000
The groupchat × reader insert
~This will basically be about LTLVC YouTube vid part 4 and how the reader reacts to each groupchat member's elimination.
•(DO NOT READ IF U HAVE NOT SEEN THE VID YET, THERE WILL BE SPOILERS!) There will be use of y/n, reader will go by she/her(sorry) this is my first time so tell me if anything's wrong and pls give me requests. Don't be a silent reader and plz give request...enjoy
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NICK'S ELIMINATION:
We are about a million hours into the challenge and everyone is doing good so far, or that's atleast what they're trying to show. I'm also trying to act off as if I'm not tired by moving around and talking alot. Right now I'm currently eating hot fries while swinging from side to side in my chair. We just finished doing lights off and during lights off I felt like I was losing it mostly when tanner danced as a floating shirt and having nick get mad at us for not being able to be quiet for 5 mins (I was the main person being loud)
"tanner are u still there?" Isaac asks since tanners been quiet, "yea I'm still here, I'm watching the Simpsons look!" Tanner says as he shows us his phone where he was literally watching the Simpsons on Twitter. "Nick?" Isaac moves on to asking Nick since he looks a little too asleep. "Mmm" nick responds to Isaac since he's too sleepy to even respond correctly. "Bro ur barely awake" Isaac tells Nick since he can practically see Nick having on from just a thread, "no I'm just keeping my eyes closed, I'm listening to y'all's conversation.." nick says with his eyes still closed, "bro your actually kidding there's no way your getting sleepy this early its ridiculous" I say to nick cause honestly it is outrageous, "im not sleepy im just bored since im sitting here doing nothing and im fucking cold!" Nick says slightly irritated for being accused of sleeping.
A little bit of time goes by, I'm watching YouTube videos to keep myself entertained, everyone else is talking to each other about God knows what then grunk makes a statement on how Nick looks like Eminem so I take a look at my discord and see Nick with his head down with his hood on. Everyone starts making comments on how he's asleep, then we all turn silent and start whispering to see if Nick responds then suddenly we hear him snoring and all of us practically freak out quietly. "Nick if you don't respond in 10 seconds then I'll remove you for falling asleep first 4 times in a row" Isaac says while whispering. "This is embarrassing" I say very quietly.
10.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1.0...
Isaac then removes nick from the call and all of us were honestly shocked for Nick to fall asleep and get eliminated that early. "Did anyone's else's heart rate like start going up cause mine did" Larry says equally as shocked as everyone, "dude there's actually no way he got out this early, he actually wanted to stay for a long time bro I feel bad" I say since Nick was talking non stop how this year was his year. "That's a new record" tanner says while laughing, "Isaac you have to make the tweet, one down" Larry tells Isaac with tanner still laughing in the back. "He really didn't want to get out yet" yumi says while still shocked, "yea he didn't even get to play lethal company with us" yumi says. Then Larry and Yumi start acting like Nick when he said he wasn't asleep. "He's going to be so mad" I say already knowing how Nick is, "he's probably still asleep bro" grunk says. Nick then joins the call again seeming a little more awake, "hey man wassup" grunk says to nick, then Nick starts talking about how he just had his head down. "Dude you were just sleeping and snoring away" I say and tanner laughs, "you did this to yourself, why'd you do this to yourself, you chose the most comfortable position to sleep in". "You get in the most coziest spots". "Why do you get in the most coziest spots like come on", me, tanner, and grunk start shaming on Nick for practically self sabotaging himself. Nick then says his final goodbyes before leaving the call to sleep while we still have to stay for $50,000.
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GRUNK'S ELIMINATION:
I don't even know how long we've been awake and I don't even remember how long ago yesterday was. After Nick left we had some surprising guests like Santa (who said I was on the naughty list for always being loud and screaming at the boys), and Nick also joined back to the call for a little bit, which we terrorized him for eating almost a dozen donuts. We are doing lights off right now and Larry has a special challenge for us called the black market challenge that he had planned since last year. For the black market challenge we had to listen to men whimpering for SIX WHOLE MINUTES. "That was like cross my heart and hope to die send me to hell now God challenge!" Yumi says after being fully annoyed by the whimper audio, "I'm never participating in the black market challenge ever again" I say after being traumatized, "I'm not gonna lie but that did not feel like 6 minutes, that felt like an hour" tanner says while laughing.
"well I'm going to bed dude, I have to prepare for exams tomorrow" grunk says while sounding sleepy and also a little bit sad. "That's a very mature thing to do grunk, I'm proud of you" I say so grunk doesn't feel fully disappointed in himself for giving up on $50k. Larry then makes a statement on how grunk was a good soldier while Yumi flashbangs himself multiple times while smiling like an insane person. Grunk then explains how he knew he wouldn't have been able to win after hearing Yumi being fully committed to the challenge. "You know what this as a message for everyone to never let a last to leave vc ruin your college" everyone laughs at what I said. "Yes, yes I know but next year imma clear my schedule" grunk says. Everyone says their goodbyes to grunk as he fist bumps his camera and leaves.
"this call looks empty dude" Yumi says as now seeing how far he came, "I'm watching AI Santa clause" tanner says out of the blue "what???" I say while laughing. "Dude I feel bad, ISAAC WHAT THE HELL!" I scream at Isaac, "what did I do?!!" Isaac replies back confused, "I don't know I just need to argue to keep me awake" I say while talking in a much lower and calmer way. "Now I see why you got put on the naughty list" yumi says, I then look at the camera shocked and jokingly hurt, "alright you know what then I'm gonna leave the call" I say while closing my eyes to make it more believable that I'm going to quit, "NO ACTUALLY DONT!" Yumi screams at me to "wake" me up, "yeah that's what I thought keep that same energy" I say and I go back to my phone while Isaac laughs.
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TANNER'S ELIMINATION:
I didn't even bother to keep track of time anymore, at this point I'm army crawling my way to stay awake. Yumi is talking to me but I'm mostly responding to him in a mumbling way or in a short way. Larry takes notice that I'm getting sleepy so he also starts talking to me while trying to make me laugh but as Larry tries talking to me, Yumi ends up being the one responding to Larry while I just zone out and contemplate life. I soon see tanner walk off somewhere to the right but I don't think much of it cause of all people, he's the main one that keeps moving around. "y/n, you good?" Isaac asks me as he sees me being quiet, "I'm straight, I'm Gucci, I'm pure, I'm at my finest right now, if you ask me how good I am right now id tell you I'm good" I say rambling and mumbling on words, "what?!?!" Larry says while laughing at how drained I am right now. "Y/n you can not fall asleep right now! I'm not ready! I'm not there yet!" Yumi yells at me knowing that if I fall asleep then he's gonna want to leave the call. "Woah who said I was falling asleep, did u not just hear how fucking fresh I am right now" I say no longer mumbling, "where's tanner?" Isaac asks, "I think he went to the bathroom I don't know" Larry answers Isaac's question and we continue talking about how Isaac's dad was practically giving us a little nap break, "no cause I remember when I got eliminated the first time, I was going to play it off as a joke" Larry says while trying to keep himself awake, "dude I remember that, I felt so bad but it was so funny" I say while laughing a little. "It's like when you're in class and your feet fall" Yumi says as he acts as if he fell over but got woken up in class, "exactly like that then you gotta check to see what everyone else is doing and they're all reading" I say while laughing starting to get a little more energized. "Is tanner still in the bathroom?" Isaac asks but no one really answers him but instead Yumi makes a new conversation about his PC being bipolar or something.
We then all hear a phone ring and we go quiet, "who are you calling?" I asked the question that Larry and Yumi wanted to ask, "are y'all 100% sure that tanners in the bathroom?" Isaac asks while being a little bit suspicious. "I heard him say he was going to the bathroom". "I didn't hear him say he was going to the bathroom" Yumi and Larry say almost at the same time, "when tanner says he's going to the bathroom, we don't know" laughing a little Knowing that tanner would do something dumb like that. "Imma head downstairs to get a bowl of cereal, you want me to check in tanners room?" I ask Isaac, "yea can you do that please thank you" Isaac responds to me and I head out of my room. I walk into tanners room and although it's dark I can still see the big dark figure laying on tanners bed that so happens to be tanner himself, I let out a quiet giggle and I walk over to his PC. I bring his mic close to my mouth "he's laying on his bed playing angry birds" I say very quietly and I let out a breathy laugh, I then go to tanners bed and I take a picture, after the picture I take his phone and show Yumi and tanner that I have his phone, "he's knocked out cold, he's dead asleep, he's out dude" I say before having tanner leave the call.
I got my bowl of cereal and I walked back into my room to still hear Yumi, Larry, and Isaac talking about tanners elimination, "wait y/n did you take a picture?" Isaac asks me, "oh yeah let me send it to y'all" I say while laughing a little while still remembering how tanner looked while asleep. "No yea I walk in there and he's fucking asleep, I didn't get a good picture of it tho but he only has 2 stars on every level" I say to the people that are still left in the call, "wait what I thought you get 3 stars automatically if you complete the level" Yumi says a little shocked on how much of a noob tanner is at angry birds. "Alright new challenge y/n, we listen to lullaby music while watching the herds till we fall asleep" Larry says while chuckling, "we get tucked in, a binky, and a warm glass of milk" Yumi butts in, "alright I'm down" I say while being sleep deprived.
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LARRY'S ELIMINATION:
I'm already sleep deprived and at this point I'm finding everything funny for some reason and it doesn't make it better when Yumi won't stop talking about something dumb. "What's up with my lighting? What are you talking about? Are you jealous? Are you jealous cause you're poor? Oh you're not gonna get the 50k to help you buy it cause you're poor and you're gonna just stay poor" Yumi rambling to Larry about his lighting and I keep just keeping laughing at absolutely nothing, "oh yeah well you're so rich-" Larry cuts himself off from laughing, "y/n what are you laughing about?!!?" Larry asks while also laughing at me laughing about nothing. "Dude they're both at their breaking point" Isaac says while watching both Larry and I laugh non stop, "they're both losing it" Yumi adds on to what Isaac said.
Isaac then starts asking me why girls like thongs, "dude i don't know I haven't worn those in like ages" I say while calming down from laughing, "she hasn't worn a thong since 100 B.C" Larry says while laughing which caused me to laugh again. "No dude they just feel it different then what we feel" Yumi says but then quickly adds on how Isaac is gay for even thinking that, "no for real tho I think it has something to do with preventing less sweat and not to show our pantie lines" I say while still laughing a little, "oh no yea that too, girls don't like to show their pantie lines, yea I said that" Yumi says..."You did not say anything close to that" Isaac says. Isaac and Yumi start talking about whatever and I just kept zoning out to the point that I was falling asleep so I sat up straight and tried butting into their conversation to hopefully wake me up. "Isaac wake Larry up right now. There's no way he's sleeping, start the count down dude wake him up" Yumi says to Isaac while Isaac tries asking Larry what cuervo meant and he got no response. "No Larry better not be asleep I swear to god-" I say but got cut off by Isaac "wait wait okay 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1,0" Isaac counts down in a very unenthusiastic way. "KICK HIM! KICK HIM NOW!" Yumi yells at Isaac, who still gave Larry more time to wake up just in case he was trolling, "No dude they got Larry" I say fake crying as if he died. Larry then joins back after Yumi finishes his little celebration for being apart of the last 2, "dude what the fuck happened" I say to Larry, "no here's the thing- oh my God my heart is fucking beating fast!" Larry says and then he explains how him getting eliminated felt unreal and that he's not gonna be a sore loser about it which caused Yumi to compliment Larry for being a good teammate. "Bye Larry cheer for me in your dreams, imma win this for you" I say to Larry before Larry jokingly blows a girly kiss and wave at his camera then leaving.
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THE FINAL 2:
It was just me, Yumi, and Isaac and we were both over it. My strategy simply didn't work but instead back fired at me. I was supposed to talk and argue with everyone so I can stay awake but instead I ended up zoning out almost halfway through which caused me to become even sleepier. "Isaac if you paid me $5000 right now, I'll leave" I say as I'm trying to leave the call with atleast a little bit of money, "no absolutely not" Isaac says while being completely over everything going on, "okay how about $5,000.50¢?" I say still trying to leave the call with just a little bit of money, "ooo you know what that's a good deal I would take it" Yumi agrees with me, "what no, you guys do realize that I have to give the winner 50k while also paying the loser 5k?" Isaac says trying to reason with me and Yumi but we still don't seem to get it and Isaac just gets frustrated.
"on the scale from 1-10 how sleepy are you Yumi?" Isaac asks Yumi so that he too can stay awake, "I would say, I would say, I would say, I don't know, id probably say-". "DUDE WHATS YOUR SCALE AT RIGHT NOW??!!" I scream at Yumi cause him not comprehending is causing me to not comprehend either. "I don't know id say I'm in another planet but I'm not sleepy, like I'm in another planet that higher and better than y'all's planet" Yumi says and it goes silent, "...imma be honest with you, for someone that says they on another planet, you don't look like you're on another planet right now?" I say while laughing a little which caused Yumi to laugh, "no cause y/n laughs at her own jokes" Yumi says while laughing, "honestly if y/n could date herself she would, wouldn't you y/n?" Isaac asks "if I could fuck myself I would trust me" I say without a single thought in my brain and all Isaac and Yumi did was laugh.
"okay one of y'all has to be on the verge to quit and I'm taking a bet that it's y/n" Isaac says in hopes of riling y/n up so she can stay awake, "how'd you know, Isaac's so smart, you're a smart guy Isaac" I say in a sarcastic tone cause I am on the verge of quiting, "Isaac you know y/n got invited to a Christmas party yesterday" Yumi says since isaac conversation plan didn't work out, "YEAHHHHHH" i say in a very cheer tone, "you're going for the food aren't you?" Isaac says, "yeah" I say back to my calm self while looking at my phone and Yumi laughs.
I'm looking at my phone and my mouth literally hangs open and my head starts feeling like 50 pounds so I nod off for a little bit since Yumi and Isaac are talking so a couple seconds of sleep wouldn't hurt. I feel relaxed, I feel better, I feel fresh, I feel happy, I feel...wait...why's everything quiet? I open my eyes to see my PC on the general chat and my heart completely falls to my ass. I panic and I see that Isaac and Yumi are still in the call so I quickly join. "Y/N WHAT HAPPENED?!!??" Isaac screams in my ear and I'm still shocked like I don't even know what's going on, "dude I swear I wasn't even asleep!" I say as I have a shocked face the whole time and no longer feeling sleepy, "I was actually rooting for you y/n, I'm so disappointed" Isaac says while Yumi cheers and laughs. "IM JUST AS SHOCKED AS YOU ISAAC WHAT THE FUCKKK" I say also disappointed in myself cause I came so far and I never won any of the LTLVC, I thought this year was also going to be my year. Yumi and I have calmed down but Yumi is still chatty and hyped up at the fact that he won $50,000, "Isaac...am I still gonna get the $5,000.50¢?" I ask politely, "no get the fuck out the call, congrats on winning Yumi, imma go to sleep leave me alone" Isaac says as he disconnects me and Yumi and I headed to sleep Knowing that I could've won half a million.
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The Weaver's Song
Disclaimer: well I thought I had time to edit this properly and tidy it up, but joke's on me, apparently the entirety of HOFAS has leaked in Portuguese over night. That'll teach me (haha, never) to leave something in my drafts for months. So this may or may not be correct, and YOU might know that, but I'm not going to read the whole thing until I have the original version.
If someone has already posted this theory, I'm sorry!
Spoilers: this contains information from ACOTAR, TOG and CC series books 1 and 2. Please do not discuss spoilers in the comments until after HOFAS has officially been published, or in the reblogs without warning (and ideally a read more option)!
This may be fanciful, but I think I may know what The Weaver was singing about in ACOMAF... it was a metaphor for Prythian history and Void travel.
“There were two sisters, they went playing, To see their father’s ships come sailing … And when they came unto the sea-brim The elder did push the younger in.”
Theia's two daughters, as @silverlinedeyes has posted before, she thinks the second daughter brought Truth-Teller back to Prythian through a rift - though was there a third, unknown sibling, as @wingedblooms and I have theorised?
Playing - playing music? Music as the universal magic/language? Urd’s music?
Whether or not they're also Fionn's daughters, if literal, the ships could be people travelling through the Void/Rift to Midgard… the Feyre, the Nesta, the Elain come to mind, except maybe the Selene, the Eos and the Helios?
The Haldren Sea sounds like it could have a rift/portal in it (similar imagery to the Court of Nightmares/Hewn City). Port/portal?
Did Helena push her younger sister into the rift, to make her return through the Void and save Prythian from the Asteri, per @silverlinedeyes?
If this was then case then Helena knowingly sacrificed herself.
“Sometimes she sank, and sometimes she swam, ’Til her corpse came to the miller’s dam.”
Did she travel through multiple worlds until she reached Prythian, similar to Aelin as the red star? Or was this after returning to Prythian and living her life she then travelled again across the murky realm?
Miller's dam - dam could be their mother? The Mother? Silba?
A dam is also a body of water. The Cauldron?
Miller is one of the oldest human professions - milling grains for bread.
Miller is also a type of moth - moth wings at the HOW library, with their Cauldron/bowl-type statues at the entrance?
What if the Void/Cauldron is the Miller, and Chaos/Cauldron's water is the Dam?
What if the Void/Cauldron is the earth, Chaos/Cauldron's water is the dam, and the Miller is the hypothetical third sibling?
How do the underground waterways and/or the pool of Starlight in the Spring Court fit in?
“But what did he do with her breastbone? He made him a viol to play on. What’d he do with her fingers so small? He made pegs to his viol withall.”
The viol is an instrument; is the language of the universe a song? This would support my idea that Singing is a language of the gods, and Sight/messages from the gods could be a form of Singing.
Breastbone, spells and bonds are threads, viol strings? Pegs tighten/tune the strings. Witchy and sorcery spell vibes, but also hello PUPPET VIBES. Who is/will the Cauldron using as a puppet?
“And what did he do with her nose-ridge? Unto his viol he made a bridge. What did he do with her veins so blue? He made strings to his viol thereto.”
Nose - smells, Azriel can smell the Elucien bond… because it's discordant (theory on the way)? Amren could smell Feysand’s bond, how?
Bridge - I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife. Paint that when we get home. - ACOWAR, chapter 69. Truth-Teller connecting with the Starsword.
"A violin bridge is a maple piece that sits atop the violin and lifts the strings above the fingerboard in a way that allows you to play both single notes and double stops. It transmits the string vibrations to the soundbox (body of the violin)." It's a conduit. Could Carranam be relevant here?
Blue - Azriel's siphons, the veins in Elain's eyes in the tent scene when she Looked for the Suriel. Can she see the threads?
Viols have six strings - three brothers and three sisters?
“What did he do with her eyes so bright? On his viol he set at first light. What did he do with her tongue so rough? ’Twas the new till and it spoke enough.”
Eyes bright - like Elain's when she's in pain? Pain is a link to the divine, do her eyes go bright when she's using her magic?
Eyes at first light - Sight/Singing at dawn? Eos?
First light - firstlight?
To set at something, to go after it… with an instrument playing him through the Void? Someone is after the firstlight and will go after it. The Asteri and Bryce. Mystics? Elain?
Till - as in the soil/gardening? More likely a boat's till/tiller; did Theia's second daughter’s tongue become the rudder that allowed “the Miller” to steer his way through the water/Void/space between… Lightsingers? Mystics? And there were three ships named after Feyre, Nesta and Elain Archeron.
Mor speaks the truth, Elain speaks what she Sees.
“Then bespake the treble string, ‘O yonder is my father the king.’”
“Then bespake the second string, ‘O yonder sits my mother the queen.’”
“Then bespake the strings all three, ‘Yonder is my sister that drowned me.’”
The father/king and mother/queen have been separated, and are in different locations.
Different worlds?
Fionn/the father/king is in Prythian.
Theia/the mother/queen "sits" somewhere else… a hell/Hel realm? Sits on a throne?
The sister/Helena is in Midgard.
I really think that the Weaver was singing to nobody/Feyre about Prythian's ancient history, along with the crossover - and potential instructions on how to navigate the Void to "go to Hel" - all the way back in ACOMAF! When she just happened to be collecting a six pointed star sapphire ring (six strings?) for Rhys?
Will each sister become a magical, Singing tiller for the bat boys' wings (as rudders), guiding and guarding them through the Void? It gives a whole new depth of meaning to Papa Archeron's fleet going down in a storm!
This also fits for Vassien, with Lucien being the magical tiller and Vassa as the firebird. And even possibly More and Emerie, if her wings get healed, or she gets her own Pegasus! Could it parallel the way they had to fly through holes in the Wall back in the OT, before Hybern destroyed it with the Cauldron (which just happens to contain Void)?
Will they be the light in the dark?
SJM you wicked bloody genius, this cannot be a coincidence. 🙏🏻
PLEASE BE VERY CAREFUL NOT TO SPOIL HOFAS FOR OTHERS WITH DISCUSSIONS ABOUT THE LEAKS!
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Deltarune: Fool's Fate Ch. 1 Secret Boss
So I've decided I should probably post refs of my Fool's Fate bosses since I did that for my prediction bosses and since I'm including them in my secret boss reactions, it'd probably be useful that people know who the heck they are.
Though Dorothy and her backstory has been mentioned on my side blog @apupp3tw0-strings as Chicago learned about it in real time, and I've mentioned her a few times here, I'm betting most of you don't really know about her as I haven't actually posted her backstory here. So here you go.
(Dorothy's battle theme by my wonderful friend @kierangecko)
Her name isn't intentionally a Wizard of Oz reference (though looking at her outfit during her height I can see it), but instead as it means "Gift of God", which will make more sense when I get into her backstory and how she met the "strange someone". Basically, her name, her whole identity, was a gift from what could be considered A God. Perhaps more of the eldritch variety to Darkners but still a God.
Her text quirk is speaking in clips stitched together from those she's heard, aka other dialogue from Undertale, Deltarune, or Fool's Fate for the purposes of me playing her in an RP I've been running on my Discord server. She has no voice of her own, and can only mimic the voice's she's heard.
I love Dorothy. She snowballed from me getting the idea of a mannequin or something without identity or purpose that was given one by the "strange someone". I also think she'll hold a place in my heart as the first secret boss I created straight up. Before even thinking of making Bitsy, Elymas, or Veratus. Back when I was in the mind set of "I don't want too make prediction bosses because I'll get it wrong when the chapters come out and it'll be ruined." Now I have had character development and said "Fuck it. I'm making my own take, this was gonna diverge from canon anyways."
I still need to finish my Dorothy plush.
Backstory under the cut
She used to be nothing but a blank doll. An empty face with no name, no identity, no purpose. A blank slate longing to be filled. Her Light World counter part is a DIY doll kit that was meant to be a Gyftmas gift for Broadway, but was left up in the attic and forgotten about.
No one paid any mind to her. Barely anyone knew she existed as she wandered aimlessly around the Dusty Plains. Her only companion being the snake fortune teller who'd set up shop out in the Plains. Jeanie would listen to the doll even without her saying a word, and read her fates many time. Each time the snake assuring the doll that her future held infinite potential.
On day though, the doll came across a man. A strange someone who offered to lend her a hand. He gave her an identity. A face, a voice, a name. Dorothy. And after pulling the last thread to give her a mouth, the man gave Dorothy a purpose. Live the life she wished to lead, but come to him if she needed anymore help. And so she did. The first step in the man's new plan.
With the man's help, Dorothy was finally recognized and rose in popularity. Eventually joining the Upper Choir, the governing force over the Land of Attica. Dorothy couldn't be happier. People knew her. People talked to her. People... listened to her. It was around this time that the man enacted the next phase of his plan. Showing Dorothy the truth of this world. Revealing that they were all nothing more than a bunch of dusted toys and clothes up in an attic. The Lightners they all worshiped weren't coming back for them.
The rest of the Choir didn't like it when Dorothy started spreading this new gospel. They exiled her back to the Dusty Plains. This outraged the ragdoll. They refused to see the truth. They were blind. All of them were blind, blind fools. In her exile, Dorothy was driven to violence, ripping the Plains apart with pins and needles, attempting to puppeteer those who refused to see the truth right in front of them. She had to be stopped.
And to think that her only friend since the beginning was the one to call the Choir Guard.
Dorothy was locked away for quote "Your own and every one else's safety." She yelled and screamed at that stupid Magician as he walked back to the elevator, leaving Dorothy all alone in a padded cell forever.
... That was until a possessed puppet and his companions happened to find their way down.
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Her story is meant to mirror/parallel Jevil's in a way, though it also takes a bit from Spamton's. I think I've gotten better at writing secret boss backstory's since making my prediction bosses, but I still like Dorothy and her backstory. She and Jevil are friends post Fool's Fate Chapter 1.
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sailor moon season 5 if they had tumblr
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BREAKING:
The three lights have transferred to their new high school today. They will start in 2 days. Rumors say they didn’t even have to take the entrance exams because of their status, soooo understandable with those dreamy boys. 🥹
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Is it corny to pop the question to Usako with a pink heart ring? She loves this sort of thing- but what if it’s wrong? Man, I’m so nervous. I hate being away from her, but it will make receiving her letters when I’m gone so worth it.
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this stupid aah bitch is about to lose her stupid beautiful blue eyes soft haired tall stunning man. can’t wait 2 see her vague me LMAOOO
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Mamo left for his studies in America! I’m soo excited for him to send love letters and post cards !!!!!!!!! He also proposed to me ;) don’t tell too many people girls! I know you’re reading my blog <3
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have you guys seen this 😂 the boys gotta get on the grind
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Mamo hasn’t replied to any of my letters… he actually hasn’t sent any either. This guy I’ve never heard of who’s insanely popular really wants to go out with me, but I am loyal to Mamo! He’ll answer me soon! I’ll admit that it’s making me really depressed though…..
also can someone tell shingo to stop posting that weird doom scrolling middle schooler boy stuff? He won’t listen to me because I’m his “annoying stupid sister” ._.
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GAYLOR MOON BREAKING NEWS
The three lights have been spotted in various areas where Sailor Moon has been fighting off local villains. The famous SEIYA KOU of the three lights seems to particularly fancy her.
Tuxedo Mask has been no where to be seen in several weeks. Did Moon finally call it quits on her comp het?
Read my thread on why Tuxedo Mask really doesn’t add anything to villain battles: 🧵 (1/67)
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gotta take care of my kitten while Mamoru is fucking around doing god knows what in America :) I’ve been told by her little brother that I could be a “discord admin” whatever that means 😎
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Imagine leaving your GORGEOUS “fiancé” to study and not even bother to write her back. Couldn’t be me.This is soo embarrassing for him. Like: go boy! give us nothing!
She should just go out with me you know? She looks bisexual enough, dunno. Her little sister is really strange by the way. Do toddlers usually only ever say their name??? what the hell does “chibi!” mean I’m trying to rizz up your big sis 😣
Has anyone seen a bright red haired girl by any chance? No reason. Just curious.
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Take Me Out (After the Ball Game)
Since @winterbaby89 and @sotangledupinit wanted baseball pickup lines in the pitch thread of the CSMM Discord, I decided to give it to her. This is shameless flirting indulgence, so you’ve been warned! I have ideas percolating for a follow-up, but for now, this is going to be a one shot.
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Emma rolled her eyes as she tried to hide that she was checking a text from her brother during the meeting with the mayor of Boston bugging her about going to a Red Sox game with him and Mary Margaret, his wife. Emma hated baseball with a passion, and she didn’t see why David would want her to go to a game. She didn’t get to respond to his text, opting instead for ignoring it when the mayor’s secretary handed her a folder. She thanked the woman and turned her attention back onto the words being spoken at her.
Emma groaned softly and sank into the cushy chair in the mayor’s office as the mayor of Boston, Regina Mills, continued to drone on and on about the importance of improving the community’s impressions of the Suffolk County Sheriff’s Office and how Emma, as the sheriff, was supposed to do that. Regina ignored her dramatics, well used to them by now after the last couple of years working with the blonde, and she continued her lecture, knowing that Emma was hearing every word. All Emma could think about was the time spent away from investigations, not that that seemed to matter in terms of the “Evil Queen’s” (as Regina was fondly and not-so-fondly, depending on who was talking, referred to as) priorities. Once Regina got something on her mind, there was no stopping her.
“And there’s the community fundraiser for the Children’s Hospital in two weeks that you need to make an appearance at. We should be a united front, and definitely bring Henry,” Regina said, talking at her usual mile-a-minute pace, barely glancing up at Emma from her papers as she did so. When she did manage to glimpse up at the blonde sitting across from her desk, she frowned at Emma’s lack of attention. “Are you listening to me?” Regina called sharply.
Emma jumped. “Oh! Uh, yeah, I’ve already made sure I have Henry that weekend.”
Regina narrowed her eyes before nodding. “Then there’s the matter of the first pitch and the Red Sox game this weekend.”
“What? What ‘first pitch’?” Emma asked in confusion, not recalling Regina ever having mentioned that before this.
“In honor of Law Enforcement Appreciation Day, the Red Sox have kindly agreed to have one of the members of the Sheriff’s Office throw the first pitch. We wanted someone who looks good in casual clothes with the Sheriff’s Office logo to go out and show that the office cares about the community, and what better way to do that than show up at a baseball game?”
Emma blinked owlishly. “Why am I just now hearing about this?”
Regina waved her hand. “Because your brother, David, backed out at the last minute.”
David was a deputy in the department that she worked closely with. Emma had been elected to the position of sheriff a couple years earlier, and had beaten out her competition very narrowly. David had been a large part of the reason why she had won it. He had campaigned very hard for her to beat Sydney Glass, a man who ran a local small newspaper and who had never served in law enforcement a day in his life. She owed her position to him and all the campaigning he had helped her do.
“Why would he back out? He’s the biggest baseball nut I know.” Emma frowned, thinking about how unfair the short notice was. What if she had already had plans? Thank God Henry was going to be spending the weekend at Neal and Tamara’s. She’d hate to have to cancel any plans with him, though the kid was likely going to be mad he had missed the opportunity to go with her. Other than David, he was the biggest Red Sox fan in their family (something he did not get from her).
Regina waved off the question. “Something to do with Mary Margaret needing him for a fundraiser. I don’t know; I didn’t ask many questions. Since you’re sheriff, and you’re approaching reelection in another year, this will be a great time for you to foster some good will from the people. Shake some hands and kiss some babies type of good will.”
Emma raised an eyebrow. “Gee, Regina, I didn’t know you cared,” she responded drolly.
“I don’t,” replied Regina loftily. “I just don’t want to work with someone even more clueless than you.”
Emma rolled her eyes. Thanks for that, Evil Queen. “So this weekend?”
“The game is Saturday at 3. You’ll need to be there at 1 for pictures and interviews. And you’ll meet the players and organization as well.”
Emma sighed. “I’ll be there.” The meeting reached its conclusion shortly after the details were finalized, but Emma couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was going to happen this Saturday, as reluctant as she was about the whole affair.
Emma’s feeling was right, and it hit her quite soon after arriving at Fenway Park Saturday at 1 in the afternoon. She arrived, ready to take some photos, do some interviewing, and walk her through the first pitch mechanics, feeling as if she was constantly looking over her shoulder. She was so nervous for this event that she was seriously regretting not convincing David to do this after all.
Emma talked to the owner of the Red Sox, and then mingled with the managers. She met so many people she couldn’t even have said any of their names. The one person Emma remembered the name of was Robin Loxley. Robin was the General Manager of the team, and he immediately set Emma at ease. He had been the one to set up the opportunity along with the PR manager of the team, Belle French. He was great, very friendly and outgoing, and Emma decided she liked him a lot. Emma had actually worked with Belle before on organizing security and managing traffic after games, and they had become fast friends all those years ago. They were there during the interviews with local news and Emma felt grateful to have their support. The interviews went by like a breeze, and Emma walked down onto the field with confidence in herself and her abilities. If she could get through the interviews, she could get through anything.
Then she was brought into the locker room to meet the players. Emma felt a bit exposed meeting the team like this, but Robin assured her that it would be fine and that all the players would be very welcoming. Emma came to find that some were definitely more welcoming than others.
The moment she stepped foot in the locker room after Robin introduced her to the men already in uniform and lounging around the room, one of the players wolf whistled. Emma whipped her head around, quickly locating the source.
“Come back to my place, and I’ll show you what a grand slam looks like,” he said with a smirk that he clearly felt was appealing but just made Emma a little nauseous.
“With lines like that, you’re more likely to strike out,” Emma countered, rolling her eyes.
“Whale!” Robin hissed. “This is Emma Swan, the sheriff! You might show a bit more decorum?”
Instead of the decorum Robin mentioned, Whale’s eyes lit up with leering mischief. “Oh, you can cuff me anytime, baby.”
“The only cuffs you’ll experience are the ones that will land you behind bars.” Emma rolled her eyes as the rest of the team howled with laughter.
Robin’s face turned a deep shade of red. “My apologies,” he said quietly to Emma. “Ignore him. That’s mostly what we do.”
Emma nodded in understanding, turning her attention to the rest of the players in the room. She learned that she would be working briefly with Jefferson Hatter, since he was to be the starting pitcher today.
“I promise, I’ll help you throw the ball without making a fool of yourself,” Jefferson smiled politely, which Emma returned.
Robin introduced her to Leroy Miner (who sneered at her, though Robin assured her he did that to everyone), Will Scarlet (a sarcastic little shit that Emma wasn’t sure she liked), and the rest of the outfielders, Graham Humbert (the left fielder who was definitely easy on the eyes), Phillip Ormin (the center fielder who she knew was married to Aurora Ormin, who worked with Mary Margaret as a teacher, and who she already had met), and Eric Fisher (the right fielder who merely nodded but said nothing else upon their introduction) next. Emma greeted all of them with a polite smile and a greeting, though she might have considered something a little more to Graham had the next two people on the team not walked in late.
“And where are the Jones brothers?” Robin asked with some concern. No one answered him, and it turned out they didn’t need to because the two missing players had just arrived.
The door opened as if on cue and in walked two men. Emma turned and surveyed them. The first through the door was a bit taller and broader than the second, with curly dark hair cropped short and pretty light blue eyes. The second was a bit darker in complexion and hair color, though his jet black hair was straight and his blue eyes were a bit deeper and he had a dusting of ginger scruff that looked as if he spent a good deal of time grooming just right. The moment Emma made eye contact with the second man, her heart stopped and then resumed its beating faster than it had ever done.
“Ah, here they are! Sheriff, this is Liam Jones, our second baseman, and Killian Jones, our catcher. Killian will be who you throw the first pitch to today.”
Liam gave her a polite smile and a nod as he greeted her, but otherwise went to his locker and grabbed his glove. Killian smirked as his eyes roved over her figure, causing her to flush under his scrutiny.
“I’d be delighted to be on your mound,” Killian murmured, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to its back, his dark fair falling into his eyes as he did so.
Emma frowned. “I thought pitchers were the ones to take the mound, not catchers,” she said before she could stop herself. Dammit she did not mean to say that.
Killian smirked in obvious delight, seemingly not offended by her banality in the slightest. “Oh, I think I’m going to have fun with you, lass.” His voice wrapped around the words like warm honey, and Emma fluttered her eyelashes as the implication of his words sunk in.
“Alright, let’s go, you lot!” Robin called, interrupting their moment of connection. Emma tore her eyes from Killian’s and looked around at everyone else. She noticed that Liam was scowling in their direction, though the reasons why he would do that eluded her. “To your warm up stations!” Robin ordered.
The team all filed out, with Killian lingering until it was only he, Emma, and Robin in the room. Liam gave his brother and her a dark look on his way out but said nothing. Killian left the room in front of them, pulling his eyes from Emma’s at the very last moment before sauntering onto the field. Emma and Robin exited, Emma’s eyes glued to Killian’s form as they followed him. Once on the field, the two walked to the pitcher’s mound where the starting pitcher, Jefferson Hatter, was waiting.
The three of them discussed how the first pitch was going to go. Killian took his spot behind home plate, squatted down, and caught the pitch Jefferson threw. Once Emma and Robin reached the mound, they stood and watched. Jefferson seemed cool and unrattled, though Robin murmured to Emma that he frequently went off the rails a bit as the game unfolded (which was why he was their starting pitcher and not a closer).
Emma nodded and smiled, responding at all the right times, but she was only slightly paying attention. Her eyes followed Killian Jones’ every move. For the most part, he looked like he was in the zone, completely focused on his warm up routine with Jefferson, but Emma caught him looking at her out of the corner of his eye many times.
Every time he squatted down into position, he threw a slight smirk her way, as if he was hoping she’d be looking at him in his “seductive” catcher’s stance. (Emma was not going to admit that she was enjoying the view. Not in a million years.)
After Jefferson and Killian had thrown back and forth, Robin interrupted and took the ball that Killian had just thrown to the starting pitcher. He turned and handed it to Emma.
“Now, I’m going to have you throw a few from this spot here,” Robin said as he pointed a little ways in front of them, “and Killian is going to give you some pointers for where to throw now that they’re warm.”
Emma sputtered, but Robin turned and walked back to the dugout. Killian sauntered up to her, his glove perched on one hip while he held his belt buckle in his right hand. Emma noted with some annoyance (and a dash of attraction, not that she would admit it) that he seemed to let his hips lead him in the direction he wanted to walk. Emma frowned as she realized she noticed that.
“It looks like it’s just you and me, now, love,” Killian smiled once he got close enough to her so he didn’t have to shout.
“And the whole field of your teammates,” Emma retorted pointedly.
Jefferson frowned as Emma crossed her arms and Killian closed the space between them even more, smiling at her the whole time. “Uh, guys? You’re not actually alone. I’m- I’m right here,” he said, a bit baffled by their behavior.
Neither seemed to take any notice of his presence as they stared challengingly at each other, so he sighed, shook his head, and turned away, waiting impatiently for whatever this was that was going on between the Sheriff of Boston and their starting catcher to finish. Jefferson looked towards second base to gauge how Liam was taking these events, but if Liam noticed anything suspicious halfway to home plate from the mound, he didn’t give any indication of it.
Killian glanced down at Emma’s figure surreptitiously before meeting her eyes. He held out his glove to her and said, “So let’s see if you know your way around the balls.”
Emma scowled and pushed the ball into his mitt hard. “I’ve been known to fondle them a time or two.”
Killian chuckled in amazement at her gumption. “Alright, you want to stand right here, like this,” he said as he maneuvered her body into position.
“Is it really necessary for you to touch me like this,” Emma huffed, but otherwise let him touch her legs and shoulders to get her into position.
“Well, strictly speaking, probably not,” Killian answered mildly as he tapped her foot to get her to move it a bit further away from her other one.
“Figures,” Emma huffed, showing more annoyance than she felt at his insistence on feeling her up. If she had really minded it, she could have put a stop to it; the fact that she didn’t spoke volumes to them both.
“Well, I’m a baseball player, love. I know my way around the bases.” Killian looked up at her through his lashes to gauge her expression. He was delighted to see that, underneath her mask of outrage, her eyes were glimmering with suppressed mirth brought about by their banter.
He decided to back off a bit after that particularly risqué remark, instead focusing on his instructions for what to do to ensure a good first pitch. Jefferson, upon seeing that they were finally getting serious, contributed his input on how to hold her feet and where to step to ensure that she didn’t look as if she knew next to nothing about throwing a baseball.
After the brief instruction, Killian moved behind home plate to catch a few throws from her. Emma threw the baseball to Killian to get warmed up, trying to make sure she implemented all the instructions Killian had given her (with Jefferson’s correction as needed) and Killian threw the ball to Jefferson, who caught it and handed it back to her. Emma took this time to shamelessly get to watch Killian as he moved.
He made the act of catching and throwing look like some kind of lyrical dance. He moved so gracefully, so fluidly, through the crouches, the throws, and the almost-lazy catches. Emma was secretly pleased to note that he seemed to need to pay very little attention to where the ball was, instead paying her the majority of his attention in the way his eyes raked her figure. She hoped she looked even slightly as graceful in throwing as he did in catching.
After a few minutes of practicing her pitching skills, she nodded to Jefferson that she thought she was ready. Killian ran out to meet them before she walked off the field to wait until game time.
“So, Swan,” he said smiling at her, “how do you feel? Are you ready for your big debut?”
Emma chuckled. “I don’t know about a ‘big debut,’ but I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I think I’m looking forward to the bottle of rum I’ve got at home for when this is over.” She reached over and massaged her shoulder a bit.
“A rum drinker too?” Killian whistled. “You’re a girl after my own heart, aren’t you?”
Emma smiled slyly, and that was his only warning before she quipped, “I’m quite the catch.”
Killian laughed. “You’re a catch worthy of a gold glove,” he agreed, delighting in making her laugh more.
Their moment couldn’t last, though. Robin’s yelling broke through their concentration on each other, and he and Emma glanced over to see Robin waving her over to the dugout.
“Duty calls,” Killian noted. “Are you going to stay through the whole game?”
Emma nodded. “I’m meeting a few friends in the stands after the pitch is thrown.”
“And what about after?” he pressed.
Emma gave him a searching glance. “I’m not sure,” she answered. “Why?”
Killian swallowed, and decided to shoot his shot. “Well I was just wondering what the ‘win probability’ was for taking you out some time?”
Emma raised her brows, ignoring RRobin's increasingly agitated summons. “My dugout or yours?”
Killian smiled. “How about I get your number after the game, and we can decide?”
Emma smiled prettily, and Killian had the sudden notion that the sun hadn’t truly shined until it illuminated her smile.
“I think you just hit a home run.” She left him with a lingering look and a smile, finally turning and going to the dugout where Robin was shaking his head.
Killian watched her go with a starstruck look in his eyes. Jefferson watched her leave the field with less interest than Killian did.
“Think we can focus on winning the game, now?” Jefferson asked pointedly. Killian nodded and shifted into focusing on the game at hand.
As the teams focused on completing their warmups, the fans began trickling in. Emma was taken to a part of the stadium just off the field where she gave an interview on the latest activities at the sheriff’s station of Boston. She talked about a few projects in the works as a way for the officers to give back to the community, hoping to highlight their humanitarian efforts. The last question she was asked by the reporter concerned her plans for re-election.
“While no campaigns have officially kicked off, I do have plans on running again and continuing the work for the community of Boston that I��ve championed,” Emma replied, with a polite smile and nod.
The reporter thanked her, and then Emma was whisked off to the field for her first pitch. She stepped onto the field to applause, making sure to wave at the crowd for the cameras (and hoping she didn’t screw this up and have to listen to Regina later), and she took the baseball from Robin. He moved off the field, and she stood at the position she had been told previously. She paused for a moment, letting the cameras take their pictures, and stared at the catcher.
Killian Jones squatted behind home plate, his mask off for the moment and laying on the ground beside him. He smirked at her and raised his eyebrow, seeming to say, “So what have you got for me?”
Emma felt her face heat at the suggestion in his eyes. She rolled her own and resolved to knock his smirk off his face. She took one last breath and held it. She reared back, the ball clutched firmly in her hand, and moved forward with the throw. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as she stared Killian down. Nothing else existed but this moment as his blue eyed gaze met her green one. She released the ball, watching it almost float in the air, and let out the breath she had been holding. Killian’s glove snapped shut around it, and the crowd cheered. Killian stood up and cheered as well.
“Play ball!” the announcer exclaimed, and Emma was ushered off the field after a few more pictures. Once off the field, Emma was escorted by Robin to her seat for the game. She made sure to get some popcorn and a drink just after the home team took the field, settling in to have a good time with Ruby and Dorothy, who had both agreed to accompany her since Henry wasn’t with her this weekend. Once she was settled, she sat back and enjoyed herself. Her seat was just behind home plate, high enough to see the rest of the field but close enough to keep a close eye on the catcher and umpire.
The game progressed like baseball normally did, with both teams managing to get hits into gaps in the defense and then getting players out to prevent any runs scored. Emma took a few selfies to post to Instagram to pass the time, making sure to take some pictures of the field and the players as well that she included in her post. (And if she happened to take a few of the Sox’s catcher, that was no one’s business but hers.) Ruby and Dorothy enjoyed photobombing some of them, and Emma laughed at their antics as they took pictures of each other, cheering when the Sox got on base or got a player out. They enjoyed chatting and catching up, as they didn’t see each other as often as they liked to.
As the game progressed, there were a few times when Killian had to chase a ball to the backstop that Emma could have sworn he was looking up at her after catching the errant ball. When he went back to get into catching position, Emma also swore that he was purposefully bending over a bit more than he probably would otherwise, and did he just wiggle his butt at her?! Emma smiled and dug out her phone to try and catch it again, recording the video for a time, laughing along with Ruby as she did so. She wanted to use it as blackmail material for after the game (and she did manage to catch it again on her phone). She cheered when the Sox scored each time, cheering especially hard when Killian managed to get a hit and run the bases.
The game finally ended with a score of 4-3, the Red Sox winning handily after a seventh inning rally by the opposing team. Once the game was over and Emma had said goodbye to Ruby and Dorothy, who had plans for dinner that evening, an official from the organization asked her to come with him, and she followed him down to an area where the locker rooms were. The official told Emma to wait there, and so she leaned against the wall and waited.
She didn’t have to wait long before Killian came out of the locker room. He had changed into street clothes that consisted of jeans and a dark blue hoodie that made his eyes pop even more. He was closely followed by his brother, Liam, who scowled at the sight of Emma waiting for them. Emma watched as Liam said something to his brother, a tight look on his face. Killian waved his concerns off, and then the two men fell silent, obviously having some sort of silent conversation about Killian’s decision to meet her after the game.
Finally, Emma watched as Liam rolled his eyes and stalked off. Killian turned and sauntered over to her, a broad grin on his face.
“Now, how about that date, Love?” Killian asked, a hopeful look on his face.
Emma looked him up and down, deliberately letting her eyes linger over his form. When her eyes met his once more, she smirked.
“I guess that would be alright. But what happens after that?” Emma fluttered her eyelashes.
Killian stepped even closer until he was close enough to brush her lips with his. “Date me, and you’ll eventually see a real diamond.”
Emma’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden intensity in his eyes.
“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” she said, holding her hand out to his. He took it and raised it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back. They left, intent on both getting dinner and seeing where this might lead.
A little less than a year later, they were in front of their friends and family at the head table at their wedding reception, holding each other close as they danced in slow circles, the diamond in Emma’s ring glinting in the soft lighting. Emma raised her head from Killian’s chest where it had been resting and gave him a loving, mischievous smile.
“What is it, darling?” he said, smiling softly back at her.
“It looks like you’re batting .300, what with the wedding and all.”
Killian laughed and softly kissed her lips, which she eagerly returned. “No, my love,” he replied, “I’ve succeeded in batting the elusive .400, what with our successful courtship, engagement, and now wedding.”
He spun her out and then pulled her back in dramatically, causing her to laugh.
“Now we’ll just have to see if you hit a home run with the honeymoon,” Emma responded. “Then you could be at an even better percentage.”
Killian smiled brilliantly. “Oh, it will be, Swan.”
“Swan-Jones,” she corrected.
“Swan-Jones,” Killian amended, pulling her in closer.
All around them, their friends and family mingled, having a good time. Henry and Alice, Killian’s daughter, were playing, and Liam was having a good time with the two kids, having finally gotten over his aversion to Killian and Emma’s relationship. It had taken time for them to get to the place they were in, where they were all family, but Killian and Emma wouldn’t have it any other way. Emma thought back to all of their trials, their own issues, vengeful exes, and miscommunications, but having the one person she could call hers made it all worth it.
Emma decided then and there that her favorite sport was baseball, after all.
#killian jones#emma swan#emma and killian#emmaswanedit#killian x emma#once upon a time#captain swan#ouat#captain hook#cs ff#anmylica writes#take me out (after the ball game)
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hi hii hiii☕️📒📚
hi hii hiii !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! crab hehe mwah thanks for these !!
from this ask game for writers!
☕️ What's your go-to drink while writing?
hmmm ... i think my beverage consumption habits while i'm writing are usually a) nothing bc i need both hands to type and also when im writing i need to type to think, or b) something w sugar and/or caffeine if i'm in a break in a session or right before starting and trying to jumpstart my brain. in that case usually some kind of juice or sweet tea! oh i guess next most common is c) my tea i made that has gone completely cold but is still sweet and more importantly is right there
📒 Where do your jot down your ideas?
ahaha i think my answer to this is kind of cursed actually. i used to have this beautiful system where i had a separate evernote note for every project, and put down ideas in the relevant note until i had enough to start writing (or outlining or whatever) but then at some point that became too many clicks / while in a project i would continue to have a million little disconnected thoughts, so now it all goes into my personal discord server in a #writing-notes channel with a separate thread per project (project-neutral notes go in the main channel). this system is terrible because unlike evernote, discord does not have an undo button if you draft an entire scene in the message composition box and then hit delete by accident. i would not recommend this system to basically anyone however i cannot seem to get back out of it
📚 Who's your favorite author (or a few of them)?
oh boy haha. i am ... hmm. i am, haha. i do not really read books, for a guy whose main hobby is typing. well i suppose i still have favorite writers/authors:
gail carson levine (ella enchanted my beloved)
uh. well when i wrote the first bit i was pretty sure i was gonna come up with more than one.
tons of people in a bunch of different fandoms, i am too shy to list lol, but. its all in my ao3 bookmarks
oh my god maggie stiefvater (the scorpio races my beloved) — certainly i want to be her much less than i did a decade ago but ... very much a formative author for me
well hm sorry haha i just truly do not read much traditionally published fiction these days 🤘
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tagged by: @icyexecutioner (cause the moment I saw it on my dash, I HAD to do it! oOo)
tagging: anyone who is a female with a male muse!
ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?
let's see--i just finished playing p3p for the first time in 2012 and began to look on tumblr for fanart. saw there were RP blogs and it looked absolutely fun to interact and to create scenarios i've always wanted to see! and noticed that Fuuka was barely on tumblr. in a blink of an eye, i began to rp her and well...here you go~
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?
hmmm... fight scenes. because they are so difficult to type out and while it's a blessing to have someone who cannot fight, i WANT to write them but a bit scared to do it tbh.
ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?
angst. oh god i am good at crushing people with my angst then and now. i will say my sexual stuff has gotten better and really wanna write more of that--a huge fan of hurt and comfort stuff, too!
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?
they pop up in my head or when i'm talking to a friend or listening to music--something just motivates me and i just have to type it down before i forget. or if someone asks me a question about fuuka, i try to make it into a headcanon post if possible.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?
depends. i usually just have background noise because of my almost 3 year old, but if i need to get focus, i will turn music on and let myself go to town!
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?
i like to plan my replies out--if it's an important thread, that is. besides that, i will usually wing them, then re-read it to make sure it made sense, and then post it lol
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?
omg yes i do! i need more tbh--i want to experience ships that make me think on my toes and/or ships that have characters not talking to one another but a few times (a la Shinji).
ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?
you can call me Brittany, but back in the day I was called Kiki because i had the hair-do of Kiki from Kiki's delivery service--my husband coined the term tbh.
ᴀɢᴇ?
i am 30 but will be 31 next month!
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?
may 25th~
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?
teal, pink, purple, and white.
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?
tolerate it, maroon, exile, and the 1, all by taylor swift. i am on a taylor swift binge and i love it.
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
uhhhh... i think i watched the Barbie movie.
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?
the apothecary diaries--just finished the dub for season 1. SO FUCKING GOOD
ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?
maroon--taylor swift
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?
the chewy chips ahoy cookies that just break off so easily in your mouth--omg.
ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?
spring--love the flowers blooming and the rain that falls that helps me sleep~
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?
uhhhh...i think i have a lot of friends tbh. best friend? i think it'll have to go to @segnisacfessis as of recent with us RPing on discord and doing fuuka/shinji and chidori/junpei stuff lol
#for the mun#about the mun#(i still want more friends tbh XD#but uhhhh here is more information about me lol)
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GETTING TO KNOW YOU.
respond to the following prompts out of character. then, tag others that you'd like to get to know a little bit better!
ROLEPLAYER NAME: Owl or Sam, I go by both.
ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: He/him.
MUSE NAME: Haarlep
PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: Discord if we've had a few interactions, I don't mind IM's but we all know what tumblr is like when it comes to IM's here. IM's is great for when I'm not at home tho, since I literally only use discord while I'm on my PC.
EXPERIENCE: I'm old, I've got a lot of experience, been doing it for well over a decade, from MSN times through to email and forums back in the day, or devART notes.
PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: I like making relationships and seeing those muses grow from said relationships (or not lol). I want connections, though. I don't want to feel like it's a chore to write with someone. I want to have fun. I like a good mix between dark, nitty gritty and absolutely fluffy and cute, soooo.
PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS:
Please for the love of god read my rules. I don't expect anyone (including myself) to remember everyone's rules, we all write with a multitude of people, but when it's blatantly obvious that you've not even glanced over my rules, it's not going to make me want to interact with you. (:
Blog policing. Seriously, if you don't like something, then don't indulge in it? It's that fucking simple. Let people write villains, let people write problematic characters that are morally grey or whatever else. Just because you don't like them doesn't mean you have the right to abuse those that do. Writing evil characters doesn't make you a bad person. Have you ever actually picked up a book and read it? This just boggles my mind... Why do you think you can do this? And sadly enough, this has legitimately pushed fantastic people and Rpers away from the hobby they once loved.
One liners. I have a really difficult time... NOT writing paras. And that's a me thing. If you write one liners and that suits you, then by all means, please continue! But it does mean we're simply not compatible. Unless it's little dash commentary shenanigans, I can't stand one liners.
PLOTS OR MEMES: Both. I think memes are a REALLY good way to break the ice, especially when if you're anything like me, a person who comes home from work and is thoroughly exhausted that my brain can't possible think of anything super heavy when it comes to plot. But in saying that, I do love getting to plot with my mutuals and chatting and building character development through this. So both are good. :)
LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: 99% of the time long. Like I stated previously, it's HARD for me to write short responses, and I like having something I can work off. Also... the inner monologue gets away from me at times :'D I only like short if it's silly dash commentary or maybe just a simple ask meme or something that isn't intended to be plotted out into a thread.
BEST TIME TO WRITE: A day off X'D Honestly, I'm MUCH more energetic and a better writer when it's early morning. Once it hits noon, I'm like a potato sack.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: Haarlep? Lol, no. Not at all. He's charming and evil and swanky and sexy (and quite literally a sex addict). I'm literally a metal head nerd that likes my own solitude and just listens to music and does art and plays games. I'm also very asexual. I'm socially awkward af (: Haarlep is ALL charm. The only thing I could say is MAYBE... maybe my Libra charm, but... I'm so tired these days that that hardly shines through lol. I am just a sleepy hoot.
Tagged by: Stole it. Tagging: Yooouuuu
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Ouougrghhh yeah um. Sorry for being basically dead here lately 😭 I've basically had zero energy for writing on tumblr lately + my energy has basically been reserved for niche discord rp servers (Godzilla/Evangelion crossovers my beloved) and video games. I might also drop most, if not all, of my threads/owed replies in the inbox but idk if or when I'm gonna do that. If yall ever wanna reach out to me for w/e reason, your always welcome to hit up my DMs on here or discord!!! You can find me @ sharklordsatan on discord
Anyways. I'm gonna drop some Hot New Lore™ under the read-more for my argonian character (Swift-With-Arrows) since I decided I didn't really like how ""plain"" her backstory was
SURPRISE BITCH YOU ALSO GET SOME ART OF HER TOO!!!! Okay anyways. For context, originally Swift's backstory was pretty generic - she grew up in Black Marsh, before setting out to explore the world (definitely visiting at least Cyrodiil + Morrowind) at around 19 - 20 before she'd end up in Skyrim.
Now, the current iteration of her backstory goes something like this;
Somewhere on Solstheim, there's a remnant of the old Dragon Cult. They once were part of the cult for Miraak, but became disillusioned with him (given that he was, y'know, stuck in Apocrypha) and fucked off to return to their dragon-worshipping ways.
However, they would latch on to the idea of a Dragonborn being subservient to the will of their dragon overlords, much like how Miraak himself had once been. So obviously they set off to go actually find a Dragonborn - which. Isn't an easy thing to pull off, given their rarity. I don't know how long it would take them (let alone how they do it - maybe something involving Daedra?) but eventually, finally, they find what they're looking for. A child, born of dragon blood, deep within the swamps of Black Marsh.
I also don't have many solid ideas on how she ends up in the custody of the cult in the first place, but either way, she's ultimately taken back to Solstheim and raised by the cult directly.
Her being taken from her homeland is a tragedy in of itself - it means that she's ultimately denied her birth-right to be raised by her people. To learn their culture, to live with her family, and ultimately to develop her connection with the Hist. Her being separated from Black Marsh at such a young age means that she is estranged from the Hist, further alienating her from her fellow Argonians.
It doesn't help that the cult actively indoctrinates her on her future role as Dragonborn; to them, she is to act as the ultimate servant to their dragon gods. The embodiment of their will, the perfect tool, the perfect slave - belonging to no-one but Alduin himself. It's not a great environment to grow up in, as you can imagine - especially as they at some point forcibly tattoo their given name for her, Dovriizaak, along her spine in Dovahzul.
Eventually, though, she escapes their clutches - fleeing into Morrowind, where she proceeds to head west so that she can get as far from Solstheim as possible. For a good while, she goes without any name whatsoever; the thought of being called her cult-given name (or her fated name as the priests called it), let alone the memory of the cult at all, was enough to make her sick to her stomach. Eventually, though, she would decide to give herself a name; Swift-With-Arrows. (Fun fact; this is the name the Hist would've given her had she still grown up in Black Marsh. So you could probably say that despite the circumstances of her childhood, she still has a connection.)
Finally, she crosses the border into Skyrim - only to be caught up in the middle of an Imperial ambush, leading into the events of the storyline. She never figured that she actually was Dragonborn despite the cult treating her as such, so to not only have Alduin himself come down from the sky and try to kill her at Helgen, and then later face Mirmulnir at the Whiterun tower and absorb his soul...
Yeah. She doesn't take it well.
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GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR!
𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : Bunni! I also go by Bunny, Bun or any other synonyms for a rabbit! Haha
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 : I go by all pronouns! Given I’m agender and like, just sort of foggy about my gender? I don’t really feel any one way or another! So call me what you want, I’m still a Bun!
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : Tumblr messages are honestly my go-to, simply because on Tumblr I notice a lot quicker than on discord and I’m less likely to forget!
𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄(𝐒) : Right now it’s Fíadh, the Alpinist, Chromeskull, Leshy and 8713!
𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 / 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒? : No one laugh at me, but I started roleplaying on Quotev and Deviantart back when I was, I think, 14? And now I’m 21, turning 22, so crunching the numbers, I’ve been writing for just about 7 years! Probably more though, given my memory isn’t super accurate and I’m probably leaving out a lot! Haha
𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 : On the platform?? MEETING ALL OF MY CURRENT PALS! God, I will call them out by name but Bruce and Freddy were some of the kindest, most encouraging and patient folks I have ever met and I’m so glad I was able to find them on here and write with them when I could!
𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 : OH MY GOD I HAVE SO MANY; my number one pet peeve, though is when people just straight up do not read your responses and writing! Not in the sense of misunderstanding your intentions but just straight up not reading all of your answers to the point where it shows IN THEIR RESPONSES! Sorry not sorry, but if you cannot handle a multi-para high-lit writer, don’t try to roleplay with them! Letting them create paragraphs for you, only for you to ignore or skim it is a dick move!
𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓? :
𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒? : NGL my pride would physically not allow me to post anything under one paragraph. Just not my style! That being said, I’m not picky with what I get! As long as it has enough for me to build action and voice on top of, I’m happy!
𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒? : My most controversial take, but I almost prefer memes more than extremely long and drawn-out plots taking place over weeks, because, no matter how much I adore a dynamic, that commitment eventually does wear me out y'know??
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄? : UHHHHH- whenever I get the time and that hyper fixation strikes! Usually early evening, though!
𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒? : WELLL, it really depends! Am I out in the hills eating people, in a hospital healing people, defying death at every turn or ruling a hellish realm? Absolutely not! But each of the muses does contain a small piece of me beneath the surface!
It seems silly but I’ve always done this as a way to make it easier for me to relate and connect to them! It’s often microscopic, but shared traumas, fears, loves and minor personality traits (8713 is most like the mun ngl) does countless good to ensuring that not only can I keep playing them in the long term but ensuring that they are wholly mine!
To outline one of the similarities/shared threads of personality
Fíadh deals heavily with a fear of abandonment and loss of control over her body.
In her story, this is due to several factors from childhood neglect and abuse, a precarious sense of self-esteem, the curse that plagues her, her history of being moved around and used as a piece on a chess board, and the death/rejection from everyone she has held dear up to her current point (except for the Trapper/Trader and Leshy ofc) however the truth is, while narratively it does make sense, it was born from me and my experience as being neurodivergent and struggling with a sense of self and value due to the repeated rejection and experiences that came from it!
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : @lettherebemonsters (thank you a ton for the tag! I had a lot of fun filling this out!) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : anyone who wants to do this!
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A Collage (of Yelling)
I saw someone do something like this to advertise their fic- they linked the fic, and then put in a little collage of various comment snippets. I can’t find the post to show off- someone please do let me know if you’ve seen that, I want to credit them.
Either way, my Hollow Knight post-Black-Egg-Temple fic (linked here) has 209 comment threads on it. I’ve gone through and found some bits. These bits were mostly chosen for entertainment/intrigue value out of context- a lot of my favorite comments didn’t get in.
Got some good reviews there, I think. Anyone wanna see the collection I have of Discord screenshots from folks yelling at me about this fic? (Seriously though, thank all of y’all who comment, yell in the tags, whatever- I love it. Really helps keep the writing muse going, too.)
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Excuse me who gave you the right to hit me with this line at seven in the morning”, with an arrow pointing to the left. also it feels like there are many things to be concerned about lmao God, Hollow is such a poor baby. A lanky wet cat left in the rain. Hollow, that feeling is love, dear, no need to feel so confused about it. Hornet, my sad dumb little spider baby, go to bed. in summary holy shit this is fucked sounds like stressTM can these characters stop being so relatable good Lird *smacks my face* Hornet. Hornet. the fuck HOLY FUCKING SHIT [all caps] It was so soft!!!! And then it became *so goddamn angsty-* *squints harder* Wet rag is my new favorite character. *thunks my head on a wall* Gosh darn it Oro course you had to have integrity But also OW MY HEART?! SHATTERED?1 POOR BABY HOLLOW IM GONNA CRY Gosh dang. The last chapter was a little lighter, but apparently you were just holding back for this one. (Chp. 3) I stg this whole chapter made my emotions whip back and forth between “awww :)” and “awwh :(” and “oh. Oh no baby do not think like that”. Augh. just, augh. / ...except that bit at the end. ...except that last sentence, ‘cause, yeah. / *hides face in hands* this has been exhausting for everyone, apparently. Hollow knight or: when you are so touch starved that your standards for touch that you want are somewhere in the abyss that has spawned you. Whatever the FUCK happened in the last section is Oh Lord Oh God What The Heeeeeellll Ohhhh My Goood No Waaayyyy... Will be waiting for the next chapter STARING at ao3...
i was so relieved to read this that i accidentally put my phone in airplane mode trying to respond “it is startled out of its pleasant memory-” pLEASANT???? PLEASANT!?! Hollow no. HOLLOW NO- / why does this for some reason almost feel like fluff. My urge to keysmash at you is strong Just. God. Everything about this is so fucked in so many ways.
Something about this line just makes me want to. Maybe stab the king in the chest. Repeatedly. And then throw them off a bridge. Idk Actually many things about this chapter make me want to stab the king in the chest repeatedly and then throw them off a bridge. Because *holy shit* Hollow, honey, you have so much trauma. OMG ghost, what have you done [stressed emoji] Okay then. Well. Um. That’s a lot to happen. God it’s such a mess Ah yes, the eldritch nonsense trying to approximate a living creature, my beloved PK you ass. PK you absolute ASS get over here I wanna hit you with something heavy- oh / im immediately punched in the face okay thank you for that Right off the bat I am mildly excited about this chapter solely because you played with text formatting and that makes my serotonin levels rise. I don’t know why but thank you for that. CONFUSION SOUP I’M FHDHDJFKFKGH I wanna join the cuddle pile :<<< let me in [holding Hollow gently in both hands] / I will get you all the fresh-dirt-scented soap Fucking superb you funky little vessels. Oh boy! Spiraling!
Oh this chapter hurts ‘specially bad. Because it wasn’t enough to be possessed and neglected and quite literally tortured and driven insane, now we gotta have more medical issues and amnesia- I fuckign cried at this one, oh my god. Pain is always a tearjerker, but it’s nothing compared to someone who’s been in pain so long finally getting that first big moment of *realizing they’re wanted* and *heard* and *healing* And I gotta say, (this is gonna sound bad) I really do love Hollow’s victim blaming. Or how it’s written. I love how you write characters in pain <333 “Oh, just a quick chapter to read before bed,” I thought to myself. “I will enjoy it and feel a normal and manageable level of emotions about it.” / ...Thanks for making me all teary in the wee hours, now I’ll never get to sleep! (...I mean this as praise.) Oh. Oh Hollow. So wrapped up in the need to be useful. So incapable still of seeing that their own gut-wrenching familial love might be returned in kind, whether they have some designated purpose for their existence or not. Yeah. Relieved. / Oh, Hollow... You have already left kudos here :) [three times] / Have I ever been told the definition of insanity? honestly the body horror was the /least/ disturbing thing in this chapter. not to say! that it was not disturbing - even then, less the horror and more the. context. i want to punch TPK. into a lake. that is on fire.
First comment of my first reread, and MAN. This opening hits just as hard the second time. Keep in mind Hollow Knight was made by Australian people Hollow 100% deserves a nice date at the palace if they so wish. anyway, I feel very emo about Hollow, all the time. HOLLOW IS LETTING THEMSELVES HAVE WILL, LET’S GOOOOOO Ghost is doing Fine:tm:, Hornet is doing Fine:tm:, Hollow is *actually* doing pretty well Good news! Hollow is an emotional wreck! Hornet is doing sooo normal right now (lying).
TLDR; amazing story, glorious update, poor Grimm, I Am Desperate For Shield Lore, someone please tell Ghost it isn’t their fault, the entire gaggle of siblings needs a group hug, I Am Going To Put The Pale King’s Corpse Through A Shredder, and Hornet needs another good cry.
anyways fuck you for writing this keep it up
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name : iris pronouns : she/her preference of communication : discord most active muse : right now, ferry and chauvelin. it tends to fluctuate depending on my mood and what's going on in life at the minute. ferry muse is highest right now because... picket lines. say, have you thought about joining a union? experience / how many years : oh, god. been around on tumblr rp since at least 2011, and i roleplayed on ff.net, facebook, foopets, and skype before that. if you really wanna go back further, i started roleplaying through gmail instant messenger with my school friend back when we were twelve. i've been at this hobby for ages. platforms you use : tumblr and discord. best experience : man... probably the process of creating my OC lewis anwyl and his whole story / network of characters. that got me through some rough times in the pandemic. i'm less active on his blog now because of phd pressure, but i still write him a lot on discord. my original angry little welshman before ferry came along. rp pet peeves : uhhhh i've got a few, but one that really grinds my gears is when people assume things about your muse that aren't true and just refuse to listen when you gently tell them that they're godmodding a bit. i had it a lot with lewis, where people would just assume because he's a Ye Olde Medical Man that he must treat patients horribly, hate women, and think every ailment should be treated with cocaine. it happened at least half a dozen times. everyone brings their own understanding and biases to RP, that's only natural, but if someone tells you 'hey you're assuming things about my muse that aren't true,' listen to them. if muses are making the assumption IC, that's fine! i love conflict! but it's when that spills over into OOC that it starts to become a pet peeve for me. fluff, angst, or smut : i love all three, but it depends on mood and muse. some muses just aren't very interested in sex, so i don't write smut with them. others don't let themselves get into fluff situations, so i don't write fluff with them. sometimes i'm in the mood for angst, sometimes i need some cathartic cuddling content. it's all a matter of situation. plots or memes : plots. i really struggle with memes that have no context attached to them. usually, even if a meme is entirely out of the blue, i will end up messaging to plot just a bit before i answer it. long or short replies : medium, 2-3 paragraphs. i do love when people get inspired and write really long replies, but i just... cannot handle that as a sustained thread. not to pull the 'my life is so hard' shit, but doing a phd involves an insane amount of reading and writing. when i want to wind down from a stressful day of research, i don't really want to face a full draft box of 8+ paragraph replies. these days, i prefer to keep it concise. are you like your muses : there's a bit of me in a lot of my muses, especially ocs. there's a bit of me in ferry, there's a lot of me in millie. nothing about me in jacob, though, fuck that guy.
tagged by : @polarean thank u <3 tagging : uhhhh i'm lazy. i'm sharing the means of production with the workers of the world. aka, steal it from me.
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Personal question: Are you still an active member on the Dustloop forums? And if so, is it still, well, cancerous about GG-related topics?
I haven't actually visited their forums in quite some time, if that's what you mean.
Part of it has to do with the idea that the Forums themselves have grown somewhat outdated.
Nowadays it's just more convenient to use Discord Chatrooms and my Blog to convey anything.
I'm sure some people still use it for various things, like listing frame data or meta discussion, but you're probably not going to find much in the way of casual conversation (or GG Lore discussion) there as much as was the case back in the day.
As for any "toxic behavior", it's the moderators' jobs to keep that sort of thing in check, but they aren't perfect, so there will be lapses in judgement now and again.
Ironically, I was a "magnet" for toxic behavior back in the day, so people got "banned" for acting obnoxiously with me more often than not.
It's not like I'm flame bait or troll bait or what have you… it's just that a lot of the discussions we had often set people off, and a lot of people who did get banned were immature in how they were acting towards controversial topics. I was hot-blooded myself!
Some folks one time EVEN SUGGESTED I become a Dustloop Moderator, but after talking with Shtkn over the prospect, I decided it's better for people who know how to handle the technology to do the job. Forum Scripting goes over my head most days.
I still visit once in a while if there's something I need to check once in a blue moon, but that's hardly ever the case anymore.
And besides, talking GG Lore like this is WAY more comfortable than some stuffy forum that you never know people will read or reply to, or some grumpy moderator will chew you out for one thing or another!
Still, as a reference, I've been to a lot of Forums over the years:
Combo Gods (back when Guilty Gear and Mortal Kombat were discussed in the same breath)
Game Combos (the original GG forum, hung around the "Water Cooler" forum threads a lot)
GameFAQs (still a longtime ACTIVE member there!)
Holy Zen Forums (I miss that place)
Roman Cancel Forums (short lived, but had good content)
And of course, Dustloop Forums (their Wiki is very useful and has more info than even I remember existed!)
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My Reading This Week
formatting changes, what do we think about italics for book titles and authors to set them apart from what I write about them? (maybe i should try color coding?)
Lots of reading this week because I had half the week off to go home for the holidays, but honestly I spent more time crocheting than reading, which I won't complain about
Finished:
Boy Oh Boy by Zachary Doss
recommended to me by @unfathomabletortoise , and I'm still rotating the themes and such of it around in my head. one that was on my mind this week was where your boyfriend lives literally inside your body. the like... "oh i'm so close to you, i'm with you all the time" but really you're not close at all you're just being used. but ALSO the intimacy of loving someone so much, physical affection as the closest substitute we have to unzipping someone else and living inside them... much to think about. as I said on my Twitter thread, I may recommend this collection to my queer scifi teacher from a few years back
Ambrosia, edited by Tab Kimpton & Jade Sarson
started reading this a while back! i will keep most of my thoughts on this private ;), but i will say I'm glad this exists
Started and Finished:
Lucky Charm by Chase Verity
this was cute, but just. so short. too short. like how short it was really worked to its detriment because I think it could have really benefitted from taking more time to flesh out the characters and their relationship. i really enjoyed the concwpt though and it made me want to look into deaf silent film stars (have yet to do so, someone remind me)
Mob Psycho 100, Vol. 9 by ONE, translated by Kumar Sivasubramanian
mp100!! i just. really like this manga. i dont have many longering thoughts from this volume except just like excitement at its existence and god i love reigen and mob and this was fun to read even if i already watched the anime
Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots by Cat Sebastian
i was about to say i thought i didnt have much to say about this one. but then i remembered that actually i do, i even started my brand new reading journal saying stuff about it: this was cute and sweet and low stakes! i am technically in the acknowledgements of this book by virtue of being in the author's writing discord server, which she mentions! I will say, there were a few too many [typos/apparent name mix ups/one instance where a character says "fifth disease" in a bit of dialogue which was clearly just meant to be a placeholder for an actual disease to add to the list] for me to fully overlook, so i got a little bit frutrated. doesnt take away from the good character work, but did give it a bit of an unfinished feeling
Uncommon Charm by Emily Bergslien & Kat Weaver
like the above this book is more quiet vignette and low stakes character work than plot-y plot, but this book just hit Perfectly for me. i think because i loved the narrator/pov character so much. i am gently shoving this novella into my bf's hands when i next see him.
Ongoing:
Blood Sisters: Vampire Stories by Women edited by Paula Guran
La Dame by Tanith Lee Chicago 1927 by Jewelle Gomez Renewal by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro Blood Freak by Nancy Holder The Power and the Passion by Pat Cadigan The Unicorn Tapestry by Suzy McKee Charnas This Town Ain't Big Enough by Tanya Huff Vampire King of the Goth Chicks by Nancy A. Collins Learning Curve by Kelley Armstrong The Better Half by Melanie Tem Selling Houses by Laurell K. Hamilton Greedy Choke Puppy by Nalo Hapkinson Tacky by Charlaine Harris Needles by Elizabeth Bear From the Teeth of Strange Children by Lisa L. Hannett
I said last week that I had trouble sitting down and reading multiple stories from this in a row, but that was not a problem for me this time! as of writing i only have five stories left to read from this anthology, and those amount to less than 100 pages.
i've idenfitied a repeated theme (though not one present in even half the stories here) of several lady vampires presenting a sort of 'to defeat a predator you have to become one' rape-revenge sort of monster hunting fantasy. like i said, this is FAR from a uniting theme, but its an interesting motif. also several stories deal with very predatory vampires without being the above, and having read Dracula earlier this year i appreciate vampire fiction grappling with the themes of vampirism and sexual assault that were set up in the classics
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INTRODUCTION.
i am yaz (30+ she, they) , i've been roleplaying on tumblr since 2013 and had quite a variety of muses. english is not my first language but i am bilingual. i will forget, double or mispell words but i do try to be extra careful ��.
important disclaimer : in order to keep it simple, i do not wish to venture too much into deep lore. i shall mainly stick to cinematographic story with borrowed novel lore and if i ever feel comfortable enough, i shall head deeper into it. know that i am very forgetful so if you ever have anything you want to share as reminder or just you know for interesting purposes, my dms are open ♥.
ACTIVITY.
my activity will be low. i have adhd and suffer from chronic migraines and fatigue. i also have a full time job. i appreciate your patience and understanding immensely. my goal shall never to make someone feel like i am ignoring them ♥.
REBLOGGING.
my blog is not your meme resource. please reblog from the source. i really don’t mind if you have intention of sending me memes but please have the decency of using the source rather than my blog.
ANSWERS.
i will not answer every single ask i get if they get too redundant. luckily, tumblr rp has toned down drastically over the years. i like this quieter version aka... not having 30 asks sent in from one single meme reblog XD. back on my days, it was wild.
DO’S.
if we are mutual, please feel free to come talk to me in DMs. don’t be afraid of sending me memes, tagging me in stuff. love it.
i have a discord on request ♥.
DON’TS.
no god modding, metagaming, powerplaying. i don’t think i need to explain why… i will never go to the extent of hurting, killing, controlling your character unless it has been discussed or meant for a meme / prompt.
DO NOT reblog roleplay threads if you are not involved. DO NOT reblog promos/edits if you are not a mutual or a personal blog.
CALLOUTS / DRAMA.
no drama. keep me out of it. i don't want to hear, see, listen, etc. i will treat serious callouts with caution and care but i shall not carry the torch.
note that i do not fear the block button. nor should you. if you do not like me or you do not wish to see me for whatever reason, soft block me.
TRIGGERS.
this blog will contain : torture, mental and physical abuse, dark theme. TRAUMA, PTSD. death, alcohol use, mention of sex, angst , violence , blood, gore.
heavily detailed subjects should not be present BUT if it does, i shall tag accordingly.
SHIPS.
i ship chemistry. i am not overly picky when it comes to ships. most often than not, i might be shipping it already but please be advised that i need chemistry between us muns and the muses. i want to be able to scream and yell about it.
multiship huzzah!
adar is pansexual but feels a stronger attraction towards males. know that i roleplay him as having been in love with sauron but i do not expect it to be reciprocated.
SMUT.
smut will be scarce. memes / prompts will be reblogged but public smut threads are usually not my comfort zone. i would rather we discuss about it in private and use discord.
high chemistry and communication between muns is important.
FORMATTING.
i use small font. i also do lots of icons, edits and shenanigans because i love it. i don’t expect you to match. you can go full commando —ahem— i mean iconless. i don’t mind. but PLEASE use tags... for the sake of me and other roleplayers.
CREDITS.
pinned
promo
icons
PSD
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