#▐█ ▌ ◇ — ( �� now a warden needs a hat‚ needs a hat‚ needs a hat. )

[waywardstation]

Submas Mantit Monday except I redid the sketch so many times there’s not really any mantit anymore haha

Ingo’s injury from Draugr, the Iceland’s alpha mamoswine, still gives him a lot of trouble. Pesselle and Crogunk do their best to help him.

[chairhahaha]

ignore the horrendous attempt in animation and focus on the Fact that it. is Lagtrain.❤️

E😭😭😭😭😭😭😭Enyu😭😭😭😭😭😭And Fugue!E😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

(fugue au es by @hectorthedoggo idk if tags r annyoning pls lmk if they are)

lol

[magilv]

reaver spec my beloved,,,,,,,,     they’re warrior blood mages & i will hear no contrary to that, bioware told me themselves

[deliciousmicroplastics]

Ohhhhhjj i am going to design some Fucking Lesbians in that game

[taro-bae]

Twisted Wonderland - Third Years

Summary: reacting to you falling asleep in their room

Characters: Third Years

CW/Notes: gn!reader, fluff, Slight Book 7 Spoilers! (Malleus's part), mostly written as platonic but its up to the reader

Trey Clover

Trey makes it to his dorm room after a hustling day of classes and vice-warden duties. He's ready to just sit down and relax his muscles for the afternoon. As soon as he steps inside his room, he recognises a familiar figure lying in his spacious bed on his clover plush. Trey smirks a little amused by your choice of sleeping space. He makes sure the lights are off making his way towards you. He shifts your body to put the blanket covers over you.

Trey is like the older brother of Heartslabyul. He has younger siblings and knows how to take responsibility for others. Taking off his dorm Uniform hat and jacket, he settles at a respectful distance away from you, just resting his eyes with a hand behind his head. He watches you as you stir awake. "Sleep well, sleepyhead?" Trey says with a teasing smirk looking at your slightly dishevelled appearance.

Cater Diamond

After the unbirthday party, Cater returns, eyes locked on his phone as he edits and goes through all the photos he has taken during the day. He walks into the room, still looking down at his phone until he notices a silhouette hugging his smily plushie. Cater immediately goes to his camera, tip toeing towards the bed.

He takes multiple photos thinking just how cute you look with your cheek flushed and soft against the pillow. Cater hovers over you to snap different angles and profiles. "Aww, such a cutie~" Their cheeks look so soft, " He thinks in his head, trying not to wake you up. He reaches over to poke your cheek, snapping a picture at the same time. Minutes later, you are on Magicam for everyone to see, and Cater has no shame. There are plenty hashtags describing just how cute he thinks you like #sleepingbeauty #cutiepatootie #sweetcheeks

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is not pleased. Leona did sense you before even making it into his room by your scent. He scowls, seeing the person lying in his bed. "Stupid herbivore" His tail swishing behind him in annoyance. "Oi, wake up" Leona says bluntly, standing over you. When you refuse to get out and won't budge he lets out a frustrated sigh. "Move over. Now".

Leona slumps over on the bed, spreding his limbs out. He doesn't care at this point. He shifts over, pulling you into his body. "Since ya not gonna listen, you'll be my pillow," He says in a gruff voice. His tail is thumping against the mattress, but he likes how comfortable this is. He will never admit it, though. Leona has a sense of pride that you're not afraid to be near him, let alone dare fall asleep in his room. "Not a word or ya out. I need my nap". He's out within seconds.

Rook Hunt

Rook already knew you were in his room. Most likely, it was his works doing, a set up to get you into his room. Being a hunter, he knows exactly what's happening were and he keeps his diligent eyes on you. Rook returns to his room, where you sleep with an adoring look on his face. "Such a darling, Mon ange ♡" He's absolutely mesmerised by your beauty and peaceful, vulnerable state. He sees beauty in everything. To him, you're like a work of art in itself.

Rook watches over your sleeping face and body. The way your body rises with each breath to the small movement of your face. He takes in every detail. At some point, he takes out his phone to snap a few photos of you. He's so stealthy you'll never know he did. Just be warned you'll end up on his secret wall behind the wallpaper in his room. He's a questionable one.

Vil Schoenheit

The last thing Vil expects is to find someone in his room when he returns. Let alone finding someone in his bed, that's just unacceptable. He lets out a small cough before he speaks, "Wake up this instant." Vil makes his way across the room. "You mustn't sleep in such attire, and sevens forbid in my bed. One must always wear clean pyjamas and do a proper skin and hair routine prior. Which you clearly have not done."

Vil would scold you and point out your eyebags or tired look, warning about the consequences of overworking yourself. You have no choice but to follow through with his routine as he applies beauty products on your face and hair. If you complied well, he might just let you stay and rest up. "Very well...I'll permit you to stay. But don't make a habit out of this. " His voice is authorative, but without a bite to it. Vil actually secretly enjoys pampering you with some self-care and sharing his knowledge.

Idia Shroud

What was he doing out of his room in the first place? Who knows. When Idia comes back, it's an instant panic and internal turmoil. He nearly yelled but slapped his hands over his mouth. "What are they doing here! This can't be happening IRL! What do I do? They'll be mad if I wake them up!" He is slouched over, fiddling with his hoodie string, trying to decide what to do. His heart is pounding in his chest, the phrase "why me? Why my room?" Running through his head at a hundred miles per hour.

He can't help but stare at you, a small smile tugging at his blue lips. "No, stop! That's creepy. Cringe behaviour. They'll think you are a creep!" Idia snaps himself out of the trance but can't bring himself to wake you up. He huddles over near his desk, distracting himself with a game occasionally glancing at you sleeping with the ends of his hair pink.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is surprised to find anyone in his room. He appears looming over the sleeping form eyes slightly widened as he observes your state. Malleus is rather glad that you're here, making his room seem less lonely. He is pleased that you are not afraid of him and comfortable enough to sleep not only in his room but remain asleep in his presence.

Malleus ensures the room suits your comfort, moving the blankets over you. "You're an interesting cause, child of man. A truly endearing sight." Malleus watches over you, ensuring you only have pleasing dreams and a deserved rest. After a short passing of time, He starts humming a melody. A lullaby.

"My eyes are watching over you still, let’s be together. With no fear, even if we wake from this dream"

His low voice echoes through the room, sensing you into a deeper sleep. That guaranteed would be the best sleep of your life.

Lilia Vanrouge

His room is a mess stuffed with artefacts and the most random things. Lilia finds you tired and fast asleep in his room. He sees this as a perfect opportunity to give you a little scare. Hanging off the ceiling, he yells out a "boo!" Causing you to wake up. "Khee hee," he plays it off by acting cute. "Fu-fu~ look at you all worn out, little one." Lilia doesn't miss a chance to tease you.

His red eyes sparkle with mischief. "Oh, I'm just messing around. Go back to sleep, I'll watch over you~" Says the man who just woke you up for giggles. Once you're off to sleep again, Lilias caring side steps in. He ensures you are safe and well rested, letting you sleep in his room, even on him, as he pats your head affectionately. Lilia is very parental and will guard your sleep from any nightmares.

[vaguely-concerned]

I understand and agree with a lot of the frustrations about the shortcomings of Inquisition as a story. but sometimes when I hear people complain about the chosen one narrative in it I do want to just be like... you know it's a deconstruction of the concept more than anything, right. the inquisitor isn't actually chosen by anything except stumbling into the wrong (right?) room at the right (wrong?) time because they like, heard a noise or whatever. or if you think they are chosen, as many do in-universe, that's something you have to take on faith, the maker-or-whoever moves in mysterious ways indeed-style. the Inquisitor isn't actually a Destined Chosen One, they're a Just Some Guy in a fancy hat, self-delusions of grandeur to taste as you'd prefer.

a running thread that goes through all of the personal quests of the companions is the concept of a comforting lie vs. an uncomfortable truth, upholding old corrupt structures vs. disrupting them, and the role of faith in navigating that. (blackwall the warden vs. thom rainier the liar and murderer. hissrad vs. the iron bull, or is that the other way around? cassandra and the seekers -- do we tell the truth about what we find, even if it means dismantling the old order of the world? and so on.) and your inquisitor IS at the same time a comforting lie (a necessary one, in dark times? the game seems to ask) and an uncomfortable truth (we are the result of random fickle chance, no protective hand is held over the universe, it's on us to make a better world because the maker sure as hell won't lift a divine finger to help anyone, should he against all odds exist). faith wielded for political power... where's the point that it crosses the line into ugliness? is it before it even begins? what's the alternative? will anyone listen to the truth, if you tell it?

interesting how you also get a mix of companion agency in this -- you have characters like dorian who ALWAYS choose one side of the comforting lie vs. uncomfortable truth dichotomy. he will always make up his own mind to go back to tevinter and try to dismantle the corruption of the old system no matter what you say, or how you try to influence him. meanwhile iron bull is on the complete opposite side of the spectrum -- so psychologically trapped and mangled, caught in an impossible spiritual catch-22, that his sense of identity is left entirely to you and your mercy. you cannot change dorian in any way that matters; you can be his friend or not, support him or not, but he is whole no matter what. you are given incredible and potentially destructive-to-him power over bull's soul. it's really cool (and heartbreaking) to think about.

this is a game about how history will eat you even while you're still alive, and shape you into whatever image it pleases to serve it, and for all your incredible power right now you are powerless in the face of the gravitational force of time -- of more than time, of History. you won't recognize yourself in what History will make of you, because you belong to it now. you don't belong to yourself anymore and you never will again. the further you were from what it needs from you to begin with, the more you will find yourself distorted in its funhouse mirror. (why hello there inquisitor ameridan, same hat!)

and to me this is so much the core of what Dragon Age is about right from the Origins days -- how and by whom history gets written, the inherent unreliable narration of it all. I hope you like stories, Inquisitor. You are one now.

I do think it's probably still the weakest of the games narratively, and it's hampered by its structure and bloated systems. but I also find it disingenous to say that there's nothing deeper or actually interesting going on with it, thematically. if you're willing to engage with it there is Some Real Shit going on under the high fantasy-tinted surface.

[au-wannabe-the-very-best]

Unrealistic OOC daydream that I'm sharing just because it's funny:

---

"I need to be very clear with you Melli," Ingo says, folding up his coat and handing it to the other warden. "I'm not leaving my possessions in your hands."

Ingo places his hat atop the folded coat now resting in Melli's arms.

"Quite the opposite, actually. Your life is now in my hands."

Melli whips his head up, startled.

"Huh?!"

Ingo leans back, his spine cracking as he straightens up.

"I said," Ingo repeats, voice lower but no less loud, "Your life is in my hands. If you happen to fail to protect your current cargo? Start praying."

---

lmao I was imagining Ingo as Zekrom and thought "well if he's Zekrom and he helps out Akari, he might just decide to quell Lord Electrode himself. Oh but what about his coat and hat?" And then this scene just sorta popped up. I can't imagine regular Ingo to say or act like this but Legendary Pokémon Ingo I think should be threatening. You know, as a treat. 🥰

[dirtybg3confessions]

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[subway-boss-jericho]

Queuing posts for most of my AUs! Check out this Masterpost! (Disclaimer! - Please don't comment about their iconic knife bangs! I left them off this reference to keep their faces fully visible.)

Ingo and Ingo and Emmet Hop The Multiverse

-Premise- On a day that would have otherwise been entirely unremarkable, Ingo and Emmet- Long standing Unova Subway Bosses -stumble across a very strange missing link. It would seem that, somewhere in the history books, there is a man named Ingo who looks just like him, yet they have no Sinnohan family lineage or any other sort of family ties that would lead them to believe this isn't some impossibly insane coincidence. Unable to let this strange thread go, the two of them decide to take investigation into their own hands.

With the assistance of some higher powers as curious and whimsical as they are, if not more, they travel back into Hisuian history and find... Ingo. A man just like him- A man who seems to have been Emmet's brother... But it doesn't seem quite right! Their benefactors can confirm that they don't have any temporal disturbances lined up for them, which can only mean... He is not Emmet's twin. Or rather, not this Emmet's twin.

Determined to return him exactly where he belongs and reunite this brother who fell so far from home, the three of them set off across the multiverse- Helping every other set of alternate twins they encounter along the way!

-Noteworthy Points- This AU is open for crossovers! The wacky adventures of Emmet, his brother Ingo, and his other brother who is Also Ingo. They've adopted him. It's essentially an open ended fix-it fic for me (or us!) to invent silly, emotional, or extremely unlikely scenarios for multiverse shenanigans :D

The two Ingos differentiate from each other with their clothing, and they also go by different names. Warden Ingo goes simply by Warden, and I haven't decided what Subway Boss Ingo goes by, but I think it's likely he often just gets called "Brother" because that is what Emmet defaults to calling him when differentiating between the two.

Speaking of their clothing! Their outfits are custom made! (Elesa hooked them up, they returned home to make plans and get to know Warden better!) This is primarily so they can distinguish each other from alternate selves, but also so that they don't accidentally lose each other in the shuffle. Warden's coat is still his original coat, just now outfitted/dyed to match the other two. His arm band is completely untouched, though. (Arm band symbolism, as you can see, is my fucking BRAND)

The logos on the twins' hats and on Warden's pin/tunic are a design I made :D

Lastly! They have MANY gadgets and doodads! Their benefactor tech'd them out for their adventures with lots of safety equipment and other items needed for cross-dimensional travel, and presumably they also watch their antics closely and with great amusement. I haven't decided exactly who is helping them, but so far we're leaving it ambiguously open to one or more legendary pokemon. (Dialga and Palkia are high up there but I have yet to decide.)

They are going to cause so many hijinks.

-Links- Currently none! I will update this post with links to comics/art/writing if/when I post any!

[twohearts-hs]

Defying The Odds: 8 - Michael Scofield x Reader Series

Words in Total: 4.9k

Pairings: Michael Scofield x Reader: afab x reader

Synopsis: Y/N was a victim of the mob since the age of fifteen, however, falling in love with the wrong guy and having an argument got her 25 years in prison for murder. She had a plan to get out in faith of her husband until she met Michael Scofield, who, despite his plan, fell in love with her. Now she has the mob and Michael Scofield's escape to worry about.

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Intimacy, Murder, etc. you know the deal...

A/N: this is a complete series of ~105k words. Based on Season 1 & 2.

Hope you enjoy :)

Masterlist

“Apparently, college boy here did the math. Figured out that we got too many clowns in the car. So, one of us is in here digging, but their seat ain’t guaranteed,” C-Note said.

            Y/N stood in the corner watching this over as she glanced at Michael who looked incredibly stressed. She wanted to reach out to him, hold him and reassure him. However, she held her book in her hand and kept her head down.

            “How’s this your problem, man?” Lincoln spoke up, walking over.

            “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Michael spoke up, hands in pocket with a toque on while looking over the crowd.

            “I’m not gonna dig if I’m not gonna go,” Sucre stated, throwing down a tool.

            “We need to make a decision on who gets cut,” Lincoln spoke out.

            “Well, I think we can all agree who that should be, right?” Abruzzi said referencing T-Bag.

            “I agree,” Y/N whispered, pushing off the wall and standing beside Michael.

            Just then the door opened and T-Bag came in. Everyone glanced over at him while Y/N squeezed Michael’s hand before dropping it, a small sign of reassurance.

            “Pardon me for interrupting,” T-Bag said, hands up as he entered into the storage room. “But, what’s that smell?” He sniffed the air then smirked. “It smells a little like conspiracy.”

            Michael took his hat off and stated, “We need to get back to work.”

            “Yeah, before you do, I have an announcement to make. I’ve been growing leery the way you all talk,” T-Bag said with his hands on his hips. “Like I’m a lesser man. So, I bought a insurance policy,” he told the crowd glancing over.  

            Y/N looked at Michael who focused on T-Bag, calculating and thinking his words through.

            “I called up my guy on the outside and told him about our plan. And I told him in all likelihood I’ll be seeing him next week. But, if he don’t hear from me five minutes before the escape and twenty minutes after, I told him to call up the Warden, blow the whistle on the whole thing. So, if you all got ideas about getting rid of me, I suggest you make other plans,” he stated.

            Michael looked at her and she gave him a look of fear.

            When they left the storage room, Michael and Y/N walked together up the yard. She glanced over to him and whispered, “What are you going to do?”

            “I don’t know,” he responded. “But you’re coming.”

-

Y/N sat in the infirmary, staring blankly at the tiled floor as she waited for Dr. Remington to finish reviewing her chart. The sterile smell of disinfectant and the distant hum of medical equipment made her feel on edge. Her fingers absentmindedly touched the heading gash on her stomach, a reminder of the attack she still had not spoken about.

            Dr. Remington entered, offering her a warm smile as he adjusted the glasses he is wearing.

            “I like the glasses, makes you look extremely dashing,” she complimented as she laid on the hospital bed.

            “I’ve seen you with your reading glasses,” he mused back, “reading those Austen books. Quite intellectual and inspiring, might I say,” he complimented as he sat down next to her. “Now, how are you feeling? Any unusual pain? And do you have anything you’d like to tell me about what happened?”

            Y/N averted her gaze, her jaw tightening. She had no intention of revealing the person who attacked her. If she did, there would be consequences – ones she was not prepared to face. “Nope, nope and nope. I’m fine.”

            Remington looked at her carefully, sensing the walls she had up, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he shifted topics. “Scofield. He waited by your bedside for hours after the surgery. I had to physically pull him out of the infirmary at one point.”

            Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

            “He’s quite…dedicated,” Remington continued. Y/N knew where this was going.

            “I actually wanted to talk about something else,” she said, crossing her arms. “I need to change my birth control. Or lower my prescription or increase. I don’t know. It’s just not working out. I would rather have an IUD, but I guess that’s not an option.”

            “Not with the funding we get,” Dr. Remington said. However, he rose a brow and glanced at her chart again. “I see. You’ve been on it for a few weeks. What’s going on?”

            Y/N sighed, running her hand through her hair. “I’ve been having deep cramps, and with my endometriosis, I read birth control can sometimes make it worse. Plus, I’ve been moody – like, really moody. I’m tired all the time, and the tenderness in my breasts hasn’t gone away since…well…since I started taking it.”

            Dr. Remington leaned back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Those symptoms could align to your incident. The gash in your stomach is still healing, after all, and fatigue is natural. But I’ll admit the symptoms could also be due to the new birth control.”

            “I feel like I’m losing my mind,” Y/N muttered, clearly frustrated. “I don’t feel like myself.”

            In the next room, Michael sat in a chair, waiting for his insulin shot. His eyes wandered through the small window that separated the rooms, landing on Y/N and Dr. Remington. He could see Y/N’s body language – agitated, tense. He knew that stance all too well. She was getting frustrated. His chest tightened, feeling the distance between them, even though they were only a few feet apart.

            The nurse walked in, pulling Michael’s attention back to the task at hand as she prepped his arm. He winced slightly, but his focus remained on Y/N, watching her lips move faster, her frustration clearly rising.

            As Y/N sat on the examination table, Dr. Remington flipped through her chart once more, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He glanced up at her, hesitating before he spoke.

            “Y/N, I’m going to be honest, and I don’t want you to get mad. But based on some of these symptoms you’ve described – fatigue, mood swings, breast tenderness – there’s one other possibility we should consider. Especially with the rumours of you and Scofield.”

            “What?”

            Dr. Remington set her chart down and leaned forward slightly. “Have you thought that you might be pregnant?”

            Y/N’s expression shifted immediately, disbelief flashing across her face. “What? No, that’s not possible.”

            Dr. Remington didn’t let it go. “With the symptoms you’re describing, and considering–“

            “No,” Y/N cut him off, her voice sharp. “That’s not it. I’m not pregnant. That’s not possible.”

            Dr. Remington raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Y/N, these things can happen even if precautions are taken, and I understand you’ve been close with Scofield–“

            Y/N’s temper flared, and she shot up from the table, her frustration boiling over. “There’s nothing going on with Scofield!” she snapped, voice rising. “We’re not sleeping together. We haven’t even–there’s no way I’m pregnant.                      

            Michael, who was getting his insulin shot caught the tail end of the conversation. The moment he heard his name – especially connected to pregnancy – his heart sank. His body tensed, and for a brief moment, he stopped breathing as the words echoed in his brain. Pregnant? He had never even…they hadn’t…

            But Y/N’s voice was louder now, fierce and cutting. He could hear the raw emotion in her tone as she denied everything.

            Dr. Remington, still calm and persistent didn’t back down. “Y/N, these symptoms align with early pregnancy, and if you’re sexually active–“

            “–I’m not!” Y/N all but shouted, her hands balling into fists. “I already told you, there is nothing going on. Not with Michael or anyone. You’re wrong.”

            The doctor gave her a long look, realising she was not going to budge on the subject but then sighed. “Y/N, I have to do a mandatory blood test to check if you are pregnant,” he announced.

            Y/N heard him loud and clear, but still clearly agitated didn’t respond. She just crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her gaze fixed on the floor. She has no rights here. Not even on her body.

            Michael sat frozen, his mind racing. Hearing her deny everything – especially the part about him – hurt more than he wanted to admit. He knew they hadn’t been intimate yet, but her vehement denial stung nonetheless. However, he knew she had to deny it.

            When Dr. Remington finally left, Y/N felt like she could breathe again. He went to get supplies. However, her head was pounding, and she just wanted to leave the infirmary. She hadn’t realised how drained she felt until now.

            Michael, still reeling from what he overheard, slipped into her room quietly after Dr. Remington left. He could see the tension radiating off her, the frustration etched on her face.

            “Hey,” he said softly, standing in the doorway.

            “How much did you hear?” she whispered.

            “Caught some of what happened,” he muttered coming over. “Want to talk here or later?”

            “Later. I’ll tell you, but Michael,” she said looking up. He looked at her. “We are something. I love you and I had to deny-“

            “I know.”

            Michael slipped out and she was left by herself with a pregnancy test.

-

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed in her cell, her knees tucked under her as she tried to lose herself in the worn pages of a book. She had been re-reading the same paragraph for the past ten minutes, but nothing was sinking in. Her mind was elsewhere – on the conversation at the infirmary, the pain in her stomach, and the strange way her body had been feeling.

            A knock was heard on the bars of her cell when she glanced up to see Michael stepping inside, his eyes soft with concern. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

            “Can we talk?” he asked gently, stepping closer.

            Y/N nodded, setting her book aside. She knew what was coming – they hadn’t really spoken since the tense scene in the infirmary. “Yeah, come sit,” she muttered, scooting over to give him room to sit next to her.

            Michael took a seat on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. “I didn’t want to bring it up in there, but I caught on with some things Dr. Remington said. Pregnancy?”

            Y/N tensed, feeling the familiar knot of frustration building in her chest. She let out a heavy breath, her hands gripping her knees tightly. “Yeah,” she said, her voice brittle. “He thinks I’m pregnant.”

            Michael’s brow furrowed, his eyes searching her face. “Do you…think that’s possible? Not with me but–“

            “No,” Y/N replied sharply, then softer. “No, I haven’t–“ she stopped herself, biting her lip as she struggled to put her feelings into words. “We haven’t even had sex, Michael. There’s no way. But I guess the symptoms lined up and he jumped to conclusions because of rumours.”

            Michael nodded, slowly, absorbing her words. “Then what do you think is going on?”

            Y/N leaned back against the cold cell wall, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s the birth control they are making me take. I’ve never been on it, plus it’s interfering with my endometriosis. I asked him to change it because I’ve been feeling off. I’ve had cramps, mood swings, fatigue, and the tenderness in my chest – it’s driving me crazy. It doesn’t feel right. But Remington thinks I need to give it more time.”                         

            Her frustration bubbled up, and she started rambling, the words spilling out like a flood. “I feel like I don’t even have control over my own body anymore, Michaek. First, I get stabbed, then I get questioned about my choices and now they’re telling me I might be pregnant when I haven’t had sex in a year. It’s like I don’t have any rights in here. Everything feels wrong and I just–“ She cut herself off, her voice shaking with anger.

            Michael reached out, his hand covering hers. His touch was warm, grounding her as he spoke softly. “I’m sorry you’re going through this. I know it’s hard, and it feels like everything is out of your hands. But you still have control over your decisions. I’m here for you, no matter what. You’re not alone.”

            She looked at him. “When was the last time you had sex?” she whispered.

            He chuckled and smirked. “Long time,” he muttered. “But that’s ok.”

            “I was made to take a pregnancy test over rumours about us,” she expressed. “They stabbed me with a needle to take my blood.”

            “A year ago I was in Greece on a yacht for my thirtieth birthday, sailing all the islands with my girlfriends and my husband. Then I came home, and I made a mistake out of love, and here I am,” she whispered. “I wished my father adopted me. I would have such a different life, but he was too focused on his job in the government than his bastard daughter from when he was young. Maybe if he adopted me, I would never have turned to crime or drugs and met him. However, then a piece of me is thankful because I have you,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Because we’re something, right?”

            Michael nodded. “I changed my plans for you, Y/N, because I want you in my life,” he explained. “We don’t have the answers right now,” Michael said, his tone soft but unwavering. “We’ll figure it out, step by step. And if that means switching your prescription, or standing up to the doctor and they need to hear my point of view, or just letting yourself feel whatever it is you need to feel, then that’s what we’ll do.”

            Y/N blinked, trying to fight back the tears threatening to spill. But she nodded. It was rare for her to feel this vulnerable, and even rarer for someone to actually see her like this. But Michael did. He always did.

            “Thank you,” she whispered, taking his hand and kissing it.

            “Always.”

-

Michael was in the pipes and Y/N stood in the corner while Sucre stopped the hole. The longer this was taking, the more anxiety Y/N was getting.

            Where the fuck was Michael? He had missed PI because he was looking at finding an escape route. However, the more she waited, the more anxious she got.

            “I’m through,” C-Note said as he hit the hole with shovel.

            “Keep it up,” Westmoreland replied.

            ‘Michael, Michael, Michael,’ Y/N muttered to herself, hand in her hair as she tugged at the base. ‘Come on.’

            “Come on, stomp it,” Sucre said as C-Note followed. The hole fell through and Y/N instantly ran to it. Looking down, she tried to find Michael, however just then Lincoln came in telling them that COs were on their way.

            Y/N went to lean back against the wall, legging bouncing up and down as she picked at her fingers. Where was Michael?

            She heard his voice as they placed the picture back on the hole, but she chose to stay where she was. They needed a distraction. They needed time. Therefore, Lincoln did something she thought he never would do and that was punch a CO and was sent to the SHU.

            Michael was crouching in the hole and Y/N went over, grabbing his arm and hauling him up. When he was on his feet, her hand wrapped around his neck pulling him into a hug. He allowed her, rubbing her back as he pulled away.

            “We, we leave tonight,” he announced and huge sigh came Y/N, but Michael met her eyes and he saw the fear in them. The fear of telling him. “What?” Then his eyes went over the team. “Where’s my brother?” he asked.

            “Michael,” Y/N tried, but Westmoreland bet her to it.

            “Michael, we got a big problem.”

   ��        “Linc needed to distract and he…punched a guard,” Y/N said.

            However, not long after the team was outside and saw a gurney with Abruzzi on it. Blood was streaming down his body. They ran to the fence to see what was happening and instantly, Y/N covered her mouth with her hand.

            “Oh my God,” she whispered.

            “And then there were seven,” T-Bag taunted and Y/N looked over.

            “Far as I know, there’s six,” C-Note said as they as dispersed.

            Y/N followed Michael to the other side where there was guards and the warden. She leaned against the fence next to Michael as he chatted with them.

            “He’s in a lot of trouble son,” Pope says as Michael clutched the fence.

            “You have to let me see him,” Michael argued.

            “That’s not a request I can grant at the moment,” Pope replied.

            “Please,” Michael begged.

            “We’re 36 hours away from his execution. He panicked. He got violent. For that reason, for the rest of his time at Fox River, we’re going to keep him in Ad Seg. For his safety and everyone else’s,” Pope finished and began to walk away.

            “But I’m his brother. I deserve to see him. That’s my right.”

            “It’s not your right to see. Until tomorrow, at his execution….I’m sorry, son,” Pope fired back.

            Michael glanced down and then to his right to see Y/N with a solemn face. However, she knew he was calculating. He always was.

            “I’m sorry,” she whispered coming to stand by him, but Michael pushed her off and walked away, leaving Y/N alone.

            Sucre was on the phone as the group stood in the yard together. Michael had his hands in his pocket as his eyes drifted to everyone in the escape team before landing on Y/N. Sucre made his way over and stated, “The hospitial won’t give out any information.”

            “Wonder what happened to that boy,” T-Bag pipped up and Y/N gave him a death glare. “Maybe them Mafia chickens came home to roost after all.”

            Michael ignored him and instead said, “We gotta put this whole thing on hold.”

            Y/N’s heart dropped. Everyone’s heart dropped.

            “Easy, Fish. We’re not putting nothing on hold,” C-Note expressed, voice serious and low.

            “I don’t think you heard me,” Michael pressed with power. “Until I get my brother out of that hole, no one’s doing a damn thing.”

            “God bless Sink, but the man is gone. You got to the tombs, you don’t get out,” C-Note said. “Not until they strap you up.”

            “If you think I’m going to leave my brother behind,” Michael said walking up to C-Note with venom in his words, “you have massively underestimated me.”

            “Really?”

            “Really.”

            “That ain't my fight. I’m through that hole, pretty, with or without you,” T-Bag stated, sauntering over. “Next time I’m on PI–“

            “–We’re not having this debate,” Michael interrupted.

            “We’re not? Now, wait, I–“

            “–We’re not having this debate,” Michael interjected, voice strong and filled with passion. He was telling T-Bag, ordering him, demanding him to drop it.

            The debate went on for a while and Y/N began to walk away. Her hands in her hair. Another day in here, meant another threat could be coming. However, she distanced herself from the group and let the men bicker like boys.

            After a short while, T-Bag said something and Michael was on him. Grasping him by the arms, he pushed T-Bag against the fence and Y/N hurried over, grabbing Michael by the arm and pulling him off with Sucre.

            “It’s not worth the fight,” she stated, brushing his arms off and cupping his cheek. “We’ll figure this out.”

            C-Note talked to the CO. “Hey, it’s good boss, it’s good. We’re just playin’ around. It’s all good.” Geary, the CO walked away and C-Note walks over to the others. Michael was focused on glaring at T-Bag. “You know what, there are two things that everybody needs to get with. First, hillbilly, you have got to learn some respect. The man here made everything possible. And you, Fish? You’re gonna have to get with that we are doing thing this afternoon, as soon as we get on PI.”

            Michael was stressed, running his hands over his head and intertwining them behind his neck. Then he started to chuckle lightly. “So, you’re just gonna make a run for it in the middle of the day?” he mocked.

            “Well, you gotta do what you gotta do, huh, baby?” C-Note replied looking over at Y/N. “Maybe you should talk some sense into your man.”

            Michael pinched his nose and sighed. “You are gonna screw this whole thing up.”

            “It’s not for you to decide anymore. Now, this train is leaving the station, and I suggest you get on it,” C-Note said lowly.

            T-Bag smirked. “Get on the train, Fish,” T-Bag taunted. “Get on the train.”

            “Well, you know what, you son of bitches? I won’t let you do it,” Michael stated, hands in pocket looking over everyone.

            “What you gonna do? Blow the whistle on your own escpae?” T-Bag mocked.

            Y/N watched this unfold and did not know what to do. A piece of her wanted out today, but she knew how much Lincoln meant to Michael. Michael was here for Lincoln and he was not leaving without him. However, Y/N watched as Michael walked away leaving her with the group.

-

Michael made his decision. Today was the day they were escaping. Everyone was in the storage room doing PI. Y/N winced as she tried to fix something on the wall. However, she tried not to think much about it.

            “So, Mr. Pied Piper, what’s the play?” T-Bag asked, holding a tool.

            Michael who was fixing something on the wall replied, “We do what we always do. Pretend to be working. Be model citizens, till the time comes.”

            “And that’ll be?” T-Bag asked.

            “Nine o’clock,” Michael responded.

            “You seem to be forgetting the fact that PI shuts down at 5:00, Pretty.”

            Michael looked over, stopping his work. “We have to make sure it doesn’t, don’t we?” Then he went back to work, pulling the dry wall off the wall and then the insulation. “Hammer.” Michael then began to pound the pipe in the wall.

            “Water,” Y/N muttered from afar. And just like that, water exploded in the area. She walked over to Michael, hand on his lower back. “Smart one, cookie,” she mused with a grin and then walked off. However, something ache in her stomach. It was a deep pain. Michael saw her wince and his brows furrowed, walking over to her.

            “You ok?” he whispered, hand on her lower hip looking down.

            “Yeah,” she muttered, refusing to look in his eyes. “I think I might being getting my period or the birth control isn’t working. I’m just getting cramps,” she rambled.

Michael nodded. “Let me know if it worsens,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

            They all sat in a circle on the floor, very wet and very cold when Bellick came in, stomping in with such power and urgency. Y/N looked down, but the cramps kept happening.

            “What the hell happened in here?” Bellick yelled looking at the six of them.

            “It was me,” Y/N muttered. “Hit a pipe.”

            Bellick looked at her. “I told you women aren’t cut out for men’s jobs,” he muttered.

            “Should have killed the water before we started,” Michael added.

            “Should’ve, huh?” Bellick retorted.

            “It’s not that big of a deal. We can fix it in the morning. I don’t think mold should be a problem before then,” Michael said to Bellick.

            “Mold?”

            “Scofield, shut up, man,” C-Note hissed.

            “No, you shut up. What are you talking about?” Bellick asked.

            Michael smirked. “You get drywall and insulation soaked like this, you run the risk of Stachybotrys mold.”

            Bellick looked at him and then announced they had to work through the night which the team refused. However, Bellick was in charge and that meant it was happening. Then he left which earned a snicker from the team.

-

The hours were going by and soon night crept up. The plan was set, the tunnel completed and every minute felt like a countdown to freedom. She kept her focus on the task, trying to ignore the sharp, twisting pain that had been gnawing at her stomach for hours.

            She winced as she bent down to pick up another tool, sweat trickling down her forehead despite the cool air. The pain was not going away – it was getting worse, creeping up her spine and making it hard to focus on anything else. But she could not afford to be weak now. Not tonight.

            Michael, working nearby, noticed her strained movements. His eyes tracked every wince, every time her hand instinctively went to her stomach. He had seen it before, but now, as, the night dragged on, it was getting harder to ignore.

            He made his way over to her. “Y/N,” he whispered, urgently, moving closer to her. “What’s going on? You’re in pain.”

            She waved him off, shaking her head. “I told you…it’s nothing…just cramping.” Her voice was tight, her body tense as she forced herself to stand upright, but Michael was not buying it.

            “Don’t lie to me.” He pulled her aside, out of earshot from the others. His eyes searched her face, worry etched into his features. “You’ve been wincing for hours. It has to be your stitches.”

            Y/N bit her lip, trying to breathe through the pain. “It’s fine, Michael. I can handle it. We’re almost out.”

            But Michel was not letting it go. He reached out, his hand gently lifting the hem of her shirt, revealing the angry red wound on her stomach – the stab wound from days earlier. His heart sank when he saw the skin are it, swollen and inflamed, the telltale sings of an infection spreading.

            “Y/N…” his voice was tight, almost panicked, as he stared at the wound. “This is infected. Badly. You need to go to the infirmary.”

            The reality of the situation hit Y/N like a sledgehammer, her heart plummeting into her stomach. She had been trying to avoid this, pretending it was not as bad as it felt, but now there was no denying it. If she went to the infirmary, she’d miss the escape. She couldn’t run, couldn’t climb with a wound like that.

            “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Not tonight. Michael, we’re supposed to leave tonight.”

            “You’re not going anywhere with this,” he said firmly, his hand still resting on her side. “If you don’t get help, it’s going to get worse.”

            Y/N’s eyes darted to the tunnel, the escape route they had worked so hard for, the freedom that was so close she could taste it. But she wasn’t going to make it. Not like this. Her chest tightened with fear and frustration, tears stinging the back of her eyes.

            She came to the realisation. “I’ll slow you down,” she mumbled, voice barely audible. “I won’t be able to run, or climb or do anything physical, Michael. You have to leave me behind.”

            Michael’s jaw clenched, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and deperation. “No,” he whispered, shaking his ehad. “No, I’m not leaving you behind. I’ll get you there. There’s a plan – there’s always a way.”

            Y/N looked at him, her heart breaking as the truth settled between them. “I can’t do it,” she said softly, her voice cracking. “I can’t make it. You have to go.”

            The others had noticed something was wrong now. Sucre, C-Note and even T-Bag were watching from the distance, their eyes flickering between Y/N and Michael as the reality of the situation became clear. This as it. This was the end of whatever chance Y/N had to escape with them.

            Michael’s hand shook as he pulled her closer, his forehead pressing against hers. “I can’t leave you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I won’t. You can’t be here.”

            “You have to,” Y/N replied, her breath hitching as she fought back tears. “I can’t live with myself if I hold you back.”

            He shook his head again, more adamantly this time, but she could see the battle in his eyes. He knew she was right, but every fibre of his being was screaming at him to fight it, to refuse to leave her behind.

            Y/N reached up, her hand cupping his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “You’re going to get out of here,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You’re going to get your freedom, and you’re going to live. For me.”

            Michael’s eyes filled with tears, as he leaned into her touch, his heart shattering into pieces. “I will always love you,” he muttered.

            “Me too. I love you, Michael Scofield,” she whispered back, her own tears falling freely now. “But you got to go.”

            The weight of her words settled between them, heavy and final. Michael pressed a desperate kiss to her forehead, lingering there as if he could somehow make this moment last forever.

            Then he kissed her one final time. Full of passion, lust, love, need and want. His hand grasped her cheek as he pulled her body against his.

            “Goodbye, Michael Scofield and good luck,” she said as she pulled away.

            Y/N looked at the team and then saluted before walking out of the storage room to infirmary.

            “Where is she going?” Sucre asked.

            Michael looked down, licking his lips before gaining his confidence back. “She isn’t coming. Not anymore. But we got to move.”

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[herotome]

Devlog #151

Hi-ho, Wudge here. Back from a week-long break!

Wow! I uh, think I really needed that. Yesterday was my first day officially back to work, and I was able to accomplish a lot more with a lot less energy required. I even had to remind myself to pump the breaks and not work through the night...

While I don't feel "refreshed" per se, there is a notable absence of general weariness and fatigue.

Anyway. For fun, I drew Myster as an milkshake man.

A happy compromise between milkman and ice-cream man... I probably could have closed his vest without compromising the visibility of his tie details. Oh well!

(The face censor effect is prrrrobably not canon, just something I threw together last minute.)

Additionally, I did some outfit concepts for the OTHER secret LI...

And I'm much happier with where she's at!

For a while now I've been challenging myself to design a more butch woman - or at the very least, someone decidedly less femme when compared to the other women in the main case. It took a while, but I got to thinking about what sort of masc fashion I really enjoy, and eventually tried to take more inspiration from classic, heart throb celebrity gentlemen thieves, like Kaitou Kid.

I was doing everything in my power to avoid putting her in a cat suit too. >:| Catsuits are lovely but I want to be original gdi.

She did end up looking a bit like a magician, which, uh... I'm not entirely opposed to. I'm still feeling it out. Even gave her a feathery top hat.

Open disclosure, the nude base is by rox0ah - sometimes I'm when designing outfits, if the character does not yet have a sprite, I'll use a random nude base with roughly the correct proportions so that I can start on the fashion right away without first fretting over human anatomy.

Before my break, I also wrote a few special choices for Griffin... Edited in a few extra expressions for Daeng..

Updated Warden's open mouth..

And the eternally-incredible REMNANTATION finished rendering Mia's superhero outfit!!!

Look at that! Look at that!!

I still have to design some sort of helmet for her but I loveeee itttt. Rem also rendered a tank top for Warden but I'll show that off another time >:)

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[eunchancorner]

Unfamiliar Old Friends (TTT)

I kept thinking about how sad and lonely Henry was, then realized I had every reason to un-lonely him

-

“Right, so we need to reallocate the funds from the rocket to the mountain base…” Henry murmured as he and Carol went over the finances that came with canceling the rocket project. He shifted some of the papers on his desk, the early-afternoon light making them look almost luminescent.

“And the jungle base, we’re keeping that, correct?” she asked, earning a nod.

“Yeah, it’s a good position to hold, maybe we can turn the rocket into some kind of housing, or something? It’ll be good for expansion, especially with this weird influx of high-school aged recruits… Speaking of which, we really need to set them up into a different class, we don’t want something happening to them before they even become adults.”

”Chief, we have a new recruit here to join us,” the report suddenly came in over his radio, eliciting a sigh from the leader.

Speak of the devil.

“Let me guess, another teen?” he asked, tired of the amount of underage Toppats that had already been brought in so fast.

”Actually, she’s an adult this time. Says her name’s Ellie Rose, she escaped from the Wall? Wasn’t that where we got you out of?”

Oh my god. Oh my god it’s Ellie. Oh my fucking god.

He thought he’d never see her again. He thought this was one of those endings where he was doomed to isolation. But Ellie was here. She was here to join. One of his best friends he’d ever had in any lifetime was here to join him.

And she’ll never know it. She’s not going to even know me. She might not even recognize me. But goddamn it, even if she doesn’t it’ll be so awesome to see her again!

“I- uh- yeah, send her in!” he replied, doing his best not to sound nervous or excited, despite being both. He could almost feel the look Carol was giving him as he stood, dusting himself off and making sure his hat was on straight.

God, I probably look half dead. I can’t believe she’s really here! It’s like Toppat Civil Warfare except she’s not here to dethrone me! And she’s not mad! Because she wants to join! Peacefully!

His thoughts raced in the moments it took for Ellie to reach his office door. She stepped in, looking around at the room, before locking eyes with Henry. For a single, solitary instant, he swore he saw recognition.

“Uhm, hello. My name is Ellie,” the redhead introduced herself, “You must be the Toppat Leader. I heard you broke out of the Wall, and I thought, ‘If that guy can do it, I can too, right?’ and, uh… I’ll admit, it was a little easier than I thought it would be, since the warden’s still pissed you got out. I… I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before?”

Oh my god, does she know? No, no she can’t know. Only Chaos Control and I know.

“Oh, yeah, we were in the same transfer room, I think? You seem pretty strong, it’s not too big a surprise that you were able to get out, too. I mean- I know it’s the Wall, but still! O-oh, and smart! You seem smart, too!” Henry rambled, trying his best to stay on her good side.

I sound so awkward, like I have some kind of crush on her. What is this, middle school?

“Heh, is that so? Is that because I decided to join the Toppats?” she asked, a smile on her face as she tilted her head a bit.

“N-no! W-well, yes, that’s a smart idea, but, I mean, it takes a certain kind of intelligence to escape from the Wall! After all, I had help but, you, you did it alone! That’s very impressive! I-I mean, not for you specifically, just, like, in general!”

Now I just sound stupid.

His heart leapt as he heard her laugh softly at him, crossing her arms.

“Are you always this awkward around new recruits, or is it just me?”

“It's just you, Ms. Rose,” Carol interjected, reaching over to shake Ellie's hand. “Carol Cross, Henry's Right Hand Lady. I act as his second in command, closest advisor, main guard and next in line to lead the Toppats. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too. That's a… lot of titles to have at once,” she chuckled, almost nervously.

“Being a Right Hand is a very important position. It's typically given to spouses or family, however I gained it by being the main coordinator behind Henry's rescue.”

“Yeah, it seemed like the best way I could repay her! She's been really helpful, especially when it comes to keeping me safe,” Henry added.

“What, are you, like, in danger? Is there something going on I should know about?” she looked towards the door as if expecting someone to suddenly charge in.

“Someone wants Henry dead. An attempt has already been made on his life and we're not taking chances anymore,” the ravenette clarified. “Not one.”

“Oh, shit, why?”

“Could be jealousy, or they just don't like him, or how he came to lead. He took over after betraying the American Government.”

“Oh, that's awesome. Not the someone wanting you dead thing, the betraying the government thing,” Ellie clarified.

Henry fought the urge to ask her if she really thought so, though he could feel himself smiling.

“So, yeah, tell me a bit about yourself. How'd you end up at the Wall?” he asked, as though he wasn't already very familiar with the story.

“Well, I was a contract killer for a while, but when that started running dry, I turned to theft. Turned up some pretty big profits until the Wall got ahold of me. I mostly based it out of Texas at first, but I got pretty nomadic when things started getting too bad. I've been all over the US.”

“Wow, sounds like you've got the exact kind of skillset a good Toppat needs!” Henry feigned shock. He already knew she was perfect for this. He was just happy she was here to prove him right yet again. “All that's left to do is get you familiar with the Airship and get you fitted with an outfit!”

“I'll send for Thomas for a tour-” Carol started before Henry cut her off.

“No no, I-I can bring her around myself! As someone who's also broken out of the Wall, I-I feel that I can give her a more… uhm… a clearer understanding of uhm… I-I want to take her on the tour.”

“Are you sure? Touring with a new recruit while someone wants your head is a… I don't want to say it's a bad idea, but… that's what it is.”

“I mean, you can come with me if you think I need protection. You're pretty intimidating, just you walking with us will be enough. I just think it would be a good way to help her feel welcomed. Ellie, would you be okay with that?”

“Are you kidding? That'd be awesome,” she assured him, “Plus it’d be nice to have someone who’s not some random guy show me around.”

“Great! Well then, Ellie,” Henry began to walk around the desk, ready to lead her around the Airship, “Shall we?”

[himluv]

DA: The Veilguard Predictions/Theories, pt. 3

Okay, last one, I promise. And this one is, uhhhhhh, real strong on the tinfoil. Bear with me.

Read part 1 here :)

Read part 2 here :)

3. DA:D’s Real Big Bad™

Okay, this is probably my most outrageous and unsubstantiated theory - but it’s also the one I’m most excited for. Buckle up, kids, because I think The Architect is back! 

So, when Bioware released the Dragon Age Day 2023 Thedas Calls trailer, Mark Darrah mentioned in the corresponding blog post that there was more to the trailer than just location reveals, “for those who listen closely.” Well, lemme tell you, I listened real close over and over again until something struck me.

“All the world will soon share the peace and comfort of my reign.” 

That voice… I know that voice, don't I? 

“I do not seek to rule my brethren. I only seek to release them from their chains.” 

The Architect told the Warden in Dragon Age: Awakening that it intended to use Grey Warden blood to return self-awareness and “freedom” to the Darkspawn, freeing them from their tethers to the Archdemons. 

But this was not The Architect’s first plan. No, its first plan was much, much worse. In The Calling, Maric, Duncan, Fiona and the other Grey Warden’s meet The Architect in the Deep Roads and learn that its plan is to spread the Blight over all of Thedas, thus ensuring a “lasting peace”. Nevermind that two-thirds of the population wouldn’t survive the process. **stares in solavellan**

A “lasting peace.”

“The peace and comfort of my reign.”

Now, sure, The Architect has stated that it doesn’t want to rule over its brethren, but that was in 9:31 Dragon. It’s been working on this plan since at least 9:10 Dragon (when The Calling takes place) and Dreadwolf is likely to take place somewhere around 9:52 Dragon. The Architect has had 40 years to scheme and experiment and come to the bitter realization that – if there is to be peace – it may have to rule after all. 

And I’m sure Corypheus’s rise and fall did not go unnoticed by The Architect. With Solas’s machinations putting a ticking clock on Thedas’s existence, perhaps The Architect feels the pressure to end the Blights once and for all, and bring its corrupted brand of “peace” to Thedas.

When you need to spread the Darkspawn taint in record time, what do you do? Oh, I don’t know. Maybe awaken two Archdemons simultaneously and unleash them upon the world? (as a treat?) After all, there can be no more Blights once all the Old Gods have been corrupted…

Which would directly pit The Architect against Solas AND the protagonists of DA:D. And, basically everyone, because no one wants a double Blight and/or to suffer a continent-wide Darkspawn plague.

So, yeah. That’s my super-duper tin-foil hat theory for Dreadwolf (now The Veilguard). Obviously, I could be completely wrong about everything. There’s so much lore in Dragon Age, and yet so little of that lore is unequivocally proven true. It’s all in-world texts that can be – and frequently are – wrong. So, even with exhaustive research and codex mining, there’s ALWAYS a chance that some fundamental piece of “evidence” turns out to just be… incorrect. 

In my opinion, that’s part of what makes this series so. effing. compelling. The whole world feels like an excavation, one where every interaction holds the potential for yet another clue. So, even if I am wrong, I can’t wait to learn the truth.

[magilv]

it’s the way alim just looks at ppl w big ole eyes & hits em with that “i’m dumb enough to be trustworthy” headtilt & has them spillin all the info they have to give without thinking more than twice

[svaints]

Hi there! I was wondering if you could write a birthday drabble for how the one and only Yuu!Reader might spend their birthday.

Boyfriend Rook and the Pomefiore crew get all dolled up and see theatre performances (Hell maybe they go to one of Vil's). Afterwards Rook and reader have lunch at a fancy restaurant and enthuse about the performance.

Meanwhile everyone else is trying to get a party ready for NRC's favorite prefect. Riddle has sorted everyone into teams according to what they need to accomplish. Baking crew, Decorations crew etc. Best Friend Idia's tinkering away at their computer for a surprise.

𝕽𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖙 | 𝕾𝖋𝖜

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤

Being woken up from your nap by Rook looking around your closet may have been the strangest thing you've seen him do till he explained he wanted you well dressed for a performance that was starting in two hours. It was 4 PM, on a weekend...the last thing on your mind was to get up from the comfort of your bed.

"Rook I'm not...in the best spirits." You were eluctant at first since the entire week had been a busy one, He looked backed from the closet and came to lay your clothes down. "Ah Mon amour, tell you what...get dressed, we'll go to Vil's performance, and then we head to your favorite restaurant." To be honest the thought of going to the restaurant that always had a fine view of the outside world and amazing food there was enough motivation. With that, you got ready within 20 mins.

Once it was 5:36 pm, Rook had made sure you both arrived to get seats front row after all he was happily there to encourage his friend and to enjoy the show with his partner.

Meanwhile...back at the college, everyone was busy preparing with Riddle being the leader.

"Great, so everyone is aware it's NRCs Favorite Perfect birthday. I only invited the House wardens because I am sure we don't need too many people here, it will be crowded especially with some not focusing on tasks. Oh and Ace, Trey, Deuce and Cater are extra help."

"Where's Idia then??" Asked Ace, "Idia is working on a gift for perfect. Now! I'll be working on the cake. Kalim decorations with Deuce, Malleus you can cut the fruits for the fruit salad with Trey, Silver with Cater on drinks such as punch, Leona you can blow the balloons up or use the gas tank just make sure to place them around the room in groups of three."

"Awesome.." Leona with arms crossed turned his gaze to the side.

Trey began rinsing the fruits they'd use while Malleus took the kitchen utensils out to cut them up. "Should I sharpen the blade on these?" Malleus asked Trey holding the knife down while he inspected it.

Leona was selecting which balloons would fit the color room best even if it was taking time to match since there was a bunch, "For what do we have all these balloons.."

"Where did you think those balloons came from in special events?" Kalim was carrying a box of party hats, poppers, table cloths, napkins...this boy was carrying a whole variety pack. "Ah, yeah I guess...do you need help with that?" Leona eyed the box surprised. "No, I got this but I can come back to help you with the balloons, I got Deuce setting chairs and tables up right now, I'm sure he won't mind."

Everyone was doing great helping one another when they could. Back to the Majestical Theatre, everyone was applauding Vil upstage as the curtains closed and lights began to brighten up.

"Ah, Magnifique! Wasn't that great dear?!" Rook smiled looking at you, "I agree he is gifted afterall." Vil never failed to make a show touch the hearts of many with his beauty and acts. It all becomes so real for the time being.

After the whole chaos getting out of the crowd being caught up with Vil, Rook took you to the restaurant. Finally alone and away from everyone.

The ambience of dim lights in the fancy place was welcoming as you talked about the performance. "The way he changes outfits back to back must be exhausting, I'd probably get mixed up with the clothing knowing in 5 seconds I have to be back up to play whatever character is next!"

Rook let out a chuckle nodding, "It's truly a chore yes, mon dieu." He shook his head smiling before looking down and took out a small red velvet box with a gold ribbon on it, handing it to you. "Open it."

You smiled and took it from his hands eyeing the box before opening it to see a necklace you've been saving up on for quite some time.

"Rook are you serious! You didn't have to...ahh, it's like I imagined it to be..." He only admired the corner of your lips curve into a grin. "Happy Birthday mon lapin!" He admired the way the necklace decorated your neck, how it complimented your skin color and all, it was meant to be worn by you.

"Thank you, I love it." You smiled holding his hand from across the table as he tightens his grip on yours.

Back in at the College, everyone was finished after the busy afternoon. The kitchen was cleaned up after Riddle suggested it so everyone could enjoy the party.

"This is great, honestly." Silver sighed smiling. "Yes for once I agree. Now we hide." As soon as Riddle said it, everyone scrambled to their positions with the party poppers.

Rook was already walking you down to the venue with his hands on your wrists making sure to keep your hands covering your eyes. "Don't peek at all, at all!" He chuckled.

"I feel like you're trying to lead me into trouble again.." You giggled and suddenly hear the door shut behind you, his grip gone. "Rook?..."

The party poppers went off as soon as the lights came on causing a slight startle.

"Happy Birthday!" Everyone cheered as you laughed the shock off. "Jesus so many surprises!" Rook stood beside you and leading the way to the cake being lit up.

It seemed perfect moment with everyone wishing you the best as the favorite in the college. Everyone talking about the first impressions, the memories you've given them, how they felt their lives change once you came and gave them another thing to look forward to.

At the end of the day after clean up, you took the gifts to your room with the help of Rook. One gift specifically caught your eye seeing it was from your best friend, Idia.

"What's wrong?" Asked Rook watching your eyes admiring the gift all around before opening it. It had bubble wrap all around, a flat glass with buttons such as replay, forward, backward, and pause.

"I'm not sure what this is..." You said before pressing play and the glass lit up above you replaying the moment everyone sang Happy Birthday to you.

You smiled seeing it play before your eyes. Pressing forward played the moment you danced with Rook for the first time in the Masquerade ball, first time actually having a full conversation after he helped you too.

Rook sighed lovingly remembering the scene before taking the gift and set it down, taking your hand with his and pulled you in closer to dance.

"I'll never forget the day, it's the most enchanting moments of my life...the scenery and the beauty before me..." He looked down at you wanting to relive it all.

Thinking about it, Idias request to have you half a day to put you to sleep while having those small patches on your temples and head made sense as weird as it was.

He wanted to have something to look back to be able to feel it all again just as it was the first time.

Now and then when you feel a little sentimental, all you'd have to do was turn the lights off and let all your memories replay before you. Idia even made sure to had you a guide on how to make it work, he had broken down many steps saving you from the endless hours of coding and combining you would've had to do.

Now all it takes was a to put the patches on and let them process or a usb would do fine.

[akfelpsrecaps]

Recap For Vod 9 — Pronto Pra Mais

recap for this vod! At the time of first posting I haven’t posted vod 8’s yet, but I have already written up some of vod 8’s recap so some things reference that. nothing majorly important though—you can understand without

as it’s quite long I’ll put it under the cut \o/

-continues on from vod 8

-felps continues to mine to try and find stuff

-not learning from the centipede, Felps hears a strange noise and starts digging towards it. it was sculk this time!

-walkie talkies with guaxi. guaxi explains why he’s kicked out of the city (the signs + the book telling him to leave + he knows too much) 

-felps mentions he saw another ghost and then explains what happened to him (the sign with the '-' face appearing while he was mining)

-guaxi was trying to talk to bagi but his phone wasn’t working? “I would call. I would realise you weren’t there”- felps (not verbatim translation) 

-he tells guaxi about ratinho-o-o

-they share photos of their experiences 

-they talk more about guaxi being kicked out of the city and Felps suggests he talks to Alice 

-felps continues mining

-felps finds the Kirby hat \o/!! And finds diamonds after!!

-guaxi is going back to the city and says he’ll yell on the walkie talkie if he runs into trouble. Their code word for danger is “pepino”

-during this time while Felps is mining, guaxi and felps both say the code word as a joke

-felps finds a cave and runs around looking for diamond. he mostly avoids attacking monsters (except for skeletons that shoot at him + sometimes the crabs) and instead prefers to run away from them

-he tries to contact guaxi during this time and guaxi doesn’t respond for a bit, but he does eventually respond and tells Felps that he took a mask from a monster and is undercover in the city. Felps tells him to be careful 

-guaxi says the code word for real this time, but doesn’t seem to be in immediate danger 

-immediately after this Felps almost accidentally blows up his walkie talkie… he opened a trapped chest and threw it in a panic 

“I’m pretending that I’m crazy”-G

“You don’t need to pretend”-F

“What?”

“You don’t need to pretend” 

“I don’t understand”

-felps changes the topic 

-he finds a modded abandoned mineshaft and explores that, meanwhile guaxi is trying to find Matt

-felps finds a magic robe + digging claws!! + a magic mirror!! The magic robe makes him invisible in the dark (optifine torchlight not included) + the digging claws mean he can break stone with his hands (these are outfits he wears). the magic mirror teleports you to your respawn point

-felps calls the warden “Wagner” 

-continues caving, but runs into a tower as part of the same mineshaft mod that takes him all the way back to the surface \o/

-continues exploring the mineshaft

-he finds a plant hat which he keeps on for a bit

-guaxi calls out the code word again, but seems okay…? 

-after more caving and looking for diamonds Felps uses the mirror to go back to his respawn point (a random bed in the middle of nowhere, but at least it’s not a cave) 

-felps is heading back to Valigma and realises he doesn’t disappear in the moonlight, only full darkness

-felps is back in town (guaxi is still looking for Matt) and now he is being hit by someone/something he can’t see (only for half a heart or so though)

-he is hiding behind Julia now. and is now trapped in the store? He tells Guaxi to come to him 

a book is thrown by an invisible force that reads “eles te contaram né FELPS….” | “they told you right FELPS….”

“What?” 

thrown another book: “seus dois amigos, voltaram… Voltaram pra lá…”

“Ah, no…? ...I think lying to you won’t change anything right? You know everything” (not verbatim translation) 

Next book: “exatamente!”

(I’m not translating the rest of this to this detail—timestamp 1:07:00 should get you there for this conversation. just know Felps is asking questions. I’ll summarise a bit, but best to watch for yourself)

-the invisible force starts using signs to communicate (maybe to not crowd Felps’ inventory—he was saving the books he was thrown though)

-Guaxinim shows up but he can’t get in so he’s just looking at Felps through a gap in the store

-the invisible force asks if Felps can trust them and he says he doesn’t know 

-the invisible force is probably the same as the one that kicked guaxi out of the city? They want Felps to leave “like [them]”. They tried to leave, but didn’t leave in time and are now stuck here 

“Don’t you think it’s strange that only you new ones who arrived here see these things?”-IF

“Of course I find it strange!!!”-F

-he continues on to say that his curiosity is stronger and that of course he could leave but he wants to know what’s going on 

-the invisible force lets him leave the store and tells him to be careful and think about things

-silly thing: when the walls blocking the doors leave a firefly flies into the building and Felps treats it like it is the invisible force 

-felps meets up with guaxi who was still outside the building to talk about what just happened

-briefly gets distracted by the fact his waypoints give Guaxi’s skull mask eyes pfft

-Matt joins them \o/ they currently are keeping up pretenses that guaxi is a new arrival to the city and not actually Guaxinim. “he has nothing to do with Guaxinim”. before Matt can really respond to this they reveal the truth that this is Guaxinim pfft

-they tell Matt about guaxi being on the run. Felps was about to mention it then checks with guaxi to see if he can, then tells Matt

-(guaxi and felps have matching Kirby hats on. important)

-guaxi catches Matt up on his adventures (going to the factory + all the events leading up to him being kicked out of the city)

-Throughout this entire meeting because it is night they are constantly being attacked by monsters. They try to go somewhere inside but are being chased by monsters still

-they hide out in Alice’s house for a moment, but guaxi doesn’t want to speak there. instead they are going to the “pedra do Felps” aka the cube. nevermind—they are going to a player-built house. as they go Felps is explaining the cube

-okay they reach this house and finally guaxi is explaining things to Matt

-ratinho-o-o appears, interrupting them

-gabe also appears (it’s his house they’re at I think pfft)

-another rat

-someone with a mask in the pool? Disappears before anyone can get a good look

-wuant teleports in

-pink sign rat points out that the night seems to never end (I think)

-Matt explains that he found a book with coordinates that led him to a construction. Music started playing and he found a chest with 9 buckets of blood in an L shape

-another rat (3 now)

-they are going to the coordinates Matt was talking about 

-“man where will Matt take us? I don’t trust him very much”- Guaxinim (not verbatim translation). this was potentially said in earshot of Matt, but was said to Felps

-Matt isn’t sure if he should be taking them but is anyway

-the rats gave them bread and cheese

“I don’t think he knows where he’s going.”-F

“Oh hey—respect me, Felps”-M

-they arrive at the coordinates and Felps figures out what the song is (I think)

-they have to destroy everything and leave no trace, but Matt wants to keep the chest to see if the letter keeps changing (it’s O this time)

-Matt says every time he’s talked with spirits it’s been with a red candle, felps says he spoke with a spirit but not with candles 

-they run off elsewhere chasing something that was seen in the sky? It becomes day while they do this. maybe the thing Matt was sent to created an unnatural night so when they destroyed it things went back to normal?

-Matt thinks the spirit he was talking to is someone who died at the accident 

-Matt explains his theory about the city + what happened to it + the masks (1:37:00)

-some scary distorted disembodied voice starts talking to them?? it just says one thing then Matt goes back to finishing his theory 

-“they’re listening to everything all the time”-Felps

-Guaxinim has heard this voice before in the factory I believe 

-felps takes a photo of Matt

-gabe says the voice’s (factory owner) name is Arnaldo and that he deals with the bank and the factory… I think 

-they continue theorising and talking about things along these lines (Matt’s theory + factory owner)

-(Felps starts looking at backpack upgrades during this pfft)

-wuant doesn’t trust the rats, Felps does—mentions they gave him cheese

“It could be a bribe”-W

“I accept”-F

-Guaxinim also trusts them purely because they don’t wear masks lol

-basically Matt is saying not to put on the masks if they’re offered and guaxi says something about if he puts one on they need to help him take it off or something. Guaxi essentially wants to use himself as an experiment on what the masks do because he’s already been kicked out of the city 

-rats come back \o/

-more talking and such about the important stuff, but mostly closing it off. they all start going somewhere

-Matt and Felps stop to talk about the cube (in the rats’ accent). this does mean they lose track of the others, but they find them again easy enough

-Felps is busy trying to figure out how a magic item works (blazing flask) while the others plan in the background

-they all go their separate ways, and then Felps runs into Matt and wuant again. At Matt’s prompting, Felps explains why the city hall is closed

“were the people who set fire to it specialists?”-M

“No I’ve never heard of anyone who set fire to the hall. I’ve never heard of anyone who set fire to it by pressing a button and dropping a lantern”-F (who definitely did drop a lantern and start a fire) 

-Matt and Felps finally exchange numbers

-wuant leaves and Matt sends a photo of Quel to Felps asking if he knows who it is.

-felps explains what he knows about quel, but mentions that guaxi knows more because he was there longer

-they say goodbye to each other but Felps keeps watching Matt from a distance a little. Felps listens in to Matt and Guaxi talking through the walkie talkies briefly—they don’t say much

-felps continues to try and figure out how the blazing flask works

-matt guaxi and Felps talk a little via walkie talkies

“sometimes I feel useless”-M

Neither say anything for a second then guaxi says “no, no” kind of unconvincingly…? pfft 

-they tell Matt the danger code word

-felps figures out how the blazing flask works \o/

-felps finally puts down a bed in his base, resets his spawn, and logs off for the day