#( . can't forget this man's sense of self-preservation

[stillsolo]

@sgterso moved & cont. from [ x ]

as soon as she knocks on his door, she regrets it, the memories of a past she’s done her best to push behind her making their way out of the cave in her mind and coming to the forefront of her brain. the cold rain beats down on her already battered body, a sharp chill that settles deep in her bones. her hands clench into fists, nails biting into the meat of her palms ; after a few seconds, she debates spinning on her heel and turning away, fbi surveillance in her apartment be damned, but then han opens the door and she’s frozen in place. 

he looks…good. she drinks in the sight of him after three or so years of not seeing him, eyes tracking the lines of his face, his expression. he looks different, yes, but good. it’s a sharp contrast from her own doleful appearance –– she barely recognizes herself in the mirror, so much so that she makes a point to avoid looking. 

“ i didn’t have anywhere else to go. “ she feels a strange need to justify herself in front of him but stars, she sounds pathetic when she says it like that, even more so because it’s not entirely true. she could go back to her apartment but she doesn’t want any eyes on her right now. though she’s found most, if not all, of the bugs in her apartment, she can’t risk removing them and breaking her contract. even the thought of going back to wobani has dread curling in her stomach so she’s been on her best behavior these past few months. 

( and, despite not being privy to what han’s been up to these past few years, she’s always felt safe around him. )

she stumbles as he yanks her into the apartment, her usual grace gone due to her exhaustion and minor injuries. she stands in his front hallway awkwardly as he locks back up and runs off to grab towels. at the sound of chewie’s howls in the bedroom, her lips curl up in a fond half-smile ; it’s much easier to admit that she’d missed the dog than…

when he returns, she accepts the towels with a muttered thanks, teeth clenched to ward off their clattering. she remembers where the bathroom is without having to ask, shutting the door behind her and immediately exhaling when she’s alone. she’s grateful that he’d let her in, grateful that he hadn’t turned her away despite the late hour and the history between them, but this is all a bit too much. she needs a few minutes to compose herself, to get her thoughts in order. 

she strips off her wet clothes and turns on the shower. as she waits for the water to heat up, she examines her scarred skin the mirror. there’s a nasty purple bruise climbing up her side but she doesn’t feel any broken ribs. aside from a few minor abrasions on her knuckles and hands, she’d managed to come out of the last mission relatively unscathed. that’s more than she can say for some of her team members but she refuses to think about it as she gets under the scalding hot water, staying still until her skin becomes a blistering red. 

once she’s done, she clambers out and wraps herself up in towels. though han’s seen more of her bare skin than most, it’s been about three years since those days. she’s changed, more than just the dozens of new scars on her body. instead, she calls through the door, hoping she isn’t pushing her luck too far, “ d’you mind if i borrow those clothes now ? ” 

             𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚂 ,  solo heaved out a sigh before squinting down at the mess he’d made of his bedroom dresser.  he’d yanked open each drawer in search of what he once considered an everyday necessity, now turned contingency plan for a life he’d left behind.  yet, it wasn’t in the dresser.  rummaging through the bedroom and hallway closet had been a waste of time, and there was no way he would ever keep it inside his safe, locked behind a combination dial and key.  so where the hell had he put it?  not too long ago, he’d pulled it out of a storage box, held it in both hands and wondered again where the time had gone.

han’s attention wandered across the bedroom floor and touched down on chewie, who had yet to budge an inch from where he lay on his massive bed.   ❝y’know i’d carry her in here myself if i could.❞   in truth, han wouldn’t, even if he had the chance.  the passage of time erecting new barriers was partly to blame, but it was jyn’s rather hasty retreat to the bathroom that troubled him more than he’d like to admit.

was she injured?  he couldn’t recall spotting any blood on the floor, only water pooling everywhere, and he had been mindful enough to notice that her gait showed no signs of faltering.  the hallway connecting the den to the bedroom and the only bathroom was absent of a light fixture, and switching on the lights in the den had been the last thing on his mind when he made for the door.

              ❝awh hell, don’t gimme that look.❞  han crossed the room to ruffle his boy’s fluffy head, which did little to appease as chewie only started whining and twitching in place, no doubt responding to the familiar old scent lingering on his best friend.  ❝she’s in the shower, so just give it a second,❞ he murmured softly, recognizing a pout when he saw one.  when chewie offered nothing but a pointed snort, han paused, noting the silence of the apartment.  before he could turn toward the bathroom, the muted roar of water started up and began rumbling through the pipes in the walls.

the furball released another chuff, a bit more emphatic this time.  ❝yeah, yeah, i hear ya.❞   grimacing, han hoisted himself up off the floor to serve both the gutted dresser and disheveled closet an incisive glare.  both hands on his hips, he looked around aimlessly.  it wouldn’t be long before jyn would be out and… he dove for the nightstand.  it housed his weapon of choice, a heavily modified mauser C96 that no longer left the apartment tucked into the back of his jeans.  life had changed significantly in the past ten years, but han would sooner throw out his bed than ever sleep a wink without his trusted pistol stashed within reach.  alongside it were a few trinkets kept out of nostalgia, useless knickknacks some inane part of him couldn’t seem to part with.

at the sound of jyn’s voice, han scooped up the drawer’s contents, then grabbed the clothes he had laid out on the bed.  this wasn’t ideal, but jyn had changed little in the past three years.  she barely came up to his shoulders.

             ❝got a few choices,❞ he said once at the doorway, head cocked in the opposite direction as he blindly offered an old baggy t-shirt full of holes, one she had stolen more than once, and a nicer pair of athletic shorts with a drawstring.  it took him a few attempts to get it right, and there was the very real possibility of this backfiring and annoying her, but han knew the world in which they came from, and a throbbing knuckle was a small price to pay for showing a woman respect.

❝under the shirt’s some of your old clothes,❞ han added, clearing his throat with a hint of awkwardness, though his posture remained firm.  ❝lucky you i forgot t’throw them out.❞

[elsecrytt]

so i had a thought.

what if 236 is actually jujutsu tech propaganda?

mei mei is broadcasting this entire thing, right? what better way to protect gojo from bounty hunters etc., than convince the entire world that he's already dead?

the final battle happened offscreen, with significantly less fanfare. gojo rescued megumi, defeated sukuna. the day was saved.

at a cost.

gojo gave up everything - at least, everything he valued. the six eyes, his abilities as a sorcerer. he assumed that would make him a normal man, and he was right -

what he didn't realize was that it would also make him blind.

so now... you live in a nice apartment complex. a guy moves in next to you.

you can't help but notice he happens to be blind - at least, he's wearing a blindfold, uses a cane, but he's often swearing and stumbling through his porch, over his entryway. he is very, very blind.

you, wondering what the fuck up is with your obviously blind neighbor who seems to have no sense of self-preservation.

he walks into objects all the time, especially hitting his head on things, since he's so tall. forgets his cane when going out. the dude just left his door open the other day, like, WIDE OPEN, who DOES that?

helping gojo learn, not only how to be human, but how to be disabled. how to not be disgusted with being disabled.

gojo learning that being blind isn't the end of his life, nor the end of his happiness - life is still worth living, even without one of his senses.

helping gojo mourn his lost sense while still finding things to enjoy. gojo who learns to cook by taste, by feeling heat or texture, with your help. gojo learning to organize things so he always knows where they are from memory.

bringing gojo audiobook versions of your favorite stories even if he teases you for your taste. he listens to them when he has nothing to do, which is most of the time, now.

he goes out on walks all the time because he doesn't have a job, you learn. while it's nice to not have to work, you can tell he comes from money, his life comes with a gaping hole inside it, one that isn't entirely explained by the blindness.

gojo who's overstimulated all the time because he no longer has infinity as a barrier, but somehow also as touch-starved as ever, alone in a foreign country away from all his students and colleagues.

gojo, who has only ever done Big Things with his life, who has only ever been an Important Person doing world changing things, now, just an ordinary guy.

he barely cares what happens to himself now. it's not that he wants to die, or anything. it's just that he doesn't have a reason to live.

and that wouldn't change overnight. not with cooking lessons or audiobooks or friendly greetings whenever you see him by the door. not with smiles or waves (he can't see them) or a braille rubik's cube you find online (how did he solve it in under a minute??) or karaoke (he has an AMAZING singing voice, and he knows so many songs better than you do?).

it wouldn't change overnight, because nothing worthwhile forms in a day, or two, or even a week or a month.

but gojo's life doesn't have to be amazing a day after he's gone blind. or a week. or a month. it's okay if it's difficult, he learns, it's okay if he hates it, hates himself, hates every choice that brought him here, even if he would never take it back.

it's okay. it gets better. with you there? it's getting better.

[gayhorrorsans]

Inspired by this post - @dustcrumbs

Tw: Mentions of self-injury (scratching arms, thighs, skull, eye) + Passing mention of skipping meals.

Next post: here

Horror is deeply insecure about losing his past, anything he loses about himself he deems as a loss equivalent to losing his brother, which in itself, he hates. He hates how he views an inanimate, or figurative, thing as equal to his brother in terms of Importance. He wears a different jacket to what 'sans' wore, but he still has the past one in his wardrobe.

He tries to preserve it's perfect attributes. Especially when compared to his other clothes that he takes no care for, throws them in the washer every now and again. That's about it. He clings on to anything that's reminds him of his past self, a bottle of ketchup, a receipt from Grillbys. His old balled up duvet. He can't bring himself to throw any of it away, no matter how harassed he gets by Nightmare or Killer or Dust or whoever.

It causes something in him to snap, he prides himself on being the most sane member of the bad sanses - which says a lot about their overall sanity - but messing with those few things causes him to break down. And if he finds someone attempting to damage or throw one of those things he clings onto away he will not hesitate to fight.

This has lead to past altercations. Including with Nightmare. All Horror sees is someone taking or damaging his past self. Who the person is is irrelevant in that moment, he will fight until he passes out from exhaustion, or is restrained to the point he can't move. It's an issue he never gets better with, the only thing he hasn't improved on since he's joined Nightmare's gang.

But when it comes to figurative things like forgetting things, including his friends names, his own birthday and most recently, knowledge. Horror typically breaks down, crying, stressing and pulling and scratching at himself. He never uses anything to do this with, just his hands - which are more like claws - he'll scratch his skull crack and eye socket. Sometimes his arms and thighs, scratching until he's called to do something, caught, or until he can't do it anymore.

This isn't as bad as when his physical items are damaged or meddled with. But in some situation can cause him to lose extreme amounts of magic, which visibly appears to be blood. And, in one particularly bad situation he scratched his eye, reducing his already limited vision by 25%.

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But the hardest hitting one was Horror's knowledge. He had been reading a book -one out of Nightmares library - when the words became sort of fuzzy, it wasn't his vision but the words seemed to dance about the page, not in a hallucinatory way. The words just didn't make sense. When he could read a fixed line, it made no sense. This was basic stuff for 'sans'. Integration, Differentiation. Calculus, advanced mathematics, but basic considering he did have a Doctorate in Mathematics. Why were things making sense?

Other books Horror took from the library didn't make sense. Not Math. Not Science. Not Ethics. Nor Philosophy and Law. Sans was a well educated man, he had numerous bachelor degrees, Masters and PhD's. Yet for all those that he had spent years studying, they made no sense. He forgot basic stuff, justice. What is justice? What was 5*5?

The sudden reality of it all crashing down on him. He had taken dozens, nearly even a hundred books from the library, trying to understand things. But ever time he read and didn't understand, he would stress more. He spent no time working out and training. He would skip meals every day, and eventually it became clear, he was growing slightly slimmer and was overall weaker. Not to mention Nightmare had taken note of his missing books.

So naturally he went to check on Horror, as he can't have anyone losing their strength. Horror was a weeping mess on the floor, crying, scratching his eye socket, crack, thighs, arms, eye. Anywhere he could scratch he would cycle between. His crack had grown slightly larger, in fact it was so bad now his left eye socket and crack were less than a centimeter from meeting. He caused a little damage to the eye itself, but not too much. He was looking at about 6 books ranging in topics. Ones Nightmare had never read, he preferred fiction to non-fiction, unless it was history.

Horror's state was horrifying - pun potentially intended - Nightmare had never seen him like that before. Sure he'd seen Horror get violent, but not emotional. It's mainly Dust and Killer who had seen him like this, but it had never been this bad. But Nightmare had felt Horror's negativity. And he had noticed the books missing. So he had some inkling of an idea.

"Quit that. What are you doing?"

Horror whipped his head around to look at Nightmare.

"Wh-whoa Boss. S-sorry I uh- didn't see you there" He scratched the back of his head this time, acting nonchalant, as if there wasn't blood pooling down his face to indicate there was certainly something wrong. "You should really knock heh-"

Nightmare thought. Excuses. That was one thing Horror certainly had left of sans, extremely convenient excuses or distractions from the topic at hand. "You know I can tell when somethings wrong. Not to mention you pick at your wound when you're overwhelmed. Why not at least verbalise your worries to me?"

Nightmare looked down at the ground, where bits of skull lay. It was a shock Horror could literally rips bits of his skull off. It's not easy to rip bone, even if the bone itself is already damaged. Horror makes it look easy. "I can heal your wounds. But I'd rather prevent them. And I can't bring your skull back to its normal state. So I'd rather prevent you from ever picking at it again. How about you speak about it as I clean up?"

Horror felt his wounds heal as Nightmare gently whisked magic over them. His skull wouldn't heal much, if at all. But he was alive. He was embarrassed though. He was a grown man who can't read a book and can barely understand basic maths and general knowledge. "You... won't tell anyone?"

"I'll kill anyone who overhears."

Comforting I suppose. Horror sighed, clutching his knees. "I can't... Read. Nor understand basic arithmetic or knowledge. I even robbed a children's book and I couldn't understand that. It was like... ugh. I have an education. I can't even understand 5*5 and know what a stupid word means... This is so embarrassing." He hid his head in his knees somewhat, talking between his knees with his mouth slightly covered, muffling his words a little, but not significantly.

"I can't read the covers. The images don't make sense. I used to do this for a living and now I can't... even understand what something is. Regardless if I know how to do it. I'm a grown man who can't read. I've tried. I'll never learn."

Nightmare thought for a second, but not too long as not to make Horror think Nightmare believed he was stupid. "Dont be so pessimistic. That's my job." He seemed oddly proud of his role of negativity. Creeping Horror out slightly, Nightmare even when teasing was still creepy. "Why do you wanna learn? You've never expressed an interest in reading since I've known you. A good few years now eh?"

"It's... one of the last things I have of him. Of sans. I can't lose him, I defend every bit about him with my life, and I can't risk losing him. He's my past. My perfect past..." Horror hyperventilated a little, but finished his little speech before it hit too bad. Great, another existential crisis.

"Well, you don't have to. I learnt how to read. Not quite all the... other stuff. That's not my area, but I did learn how to read on my own." Well this was music to Horrors ears, he could barely contain himself as Nightmare described his past. "Yeah I never had a teacher so I had to do it all and... ...was alone... ...helped... ... and yeah. It was hard and I struggled but I did it." Nightmare had spoken for about 5 minutes, Horror registered 25 seconds of it.

"Teach me." Nightmare looked at Horror like he was dumb. "Teach me. I want to learn I can... I can preserve him... Sans. Please."

Nightmare paused. "Fine. But don't see this as an act of kindness. I'm only helping you because you'll be able to read about.. new weapon making. Yeah."

[messiahzzz]

as much as i dislike the dialogue option that leads to this scene, i genuinely appreciate gale's response. it is easy to overlook what he is actually trying to convey here and is instead commonly dismissed as him being "overdramatic" or as a display of his bruised ego.

player: it was fine. gale: i see. gale: well, fine is... fine. nobody weeps because the weather is fine. no monarchs were overthrown because their ruling was fine. no artworks were burned because they were not masterpieces, but merely fine. player: would you have rather i lied? gale: the dignified thing for me to say is 'no. of course not. forthrightness before all.' but honestly? yes... i would have rather you lied. gale: i'm just a man. an imperfect one, with needs, wants, and flaws by the bushel. a fragile vessel in which to place potentially world-ending power. gale: perhaps it would be better to not shake such a vessel. gale: forgive me. these were already trying times before elminster delivered his missive. now, for me at least, they are potentially end times.

gale is no stranger to introspection. despite having his natural blindspots, he is fully aware of his flaws and imperfections. he lacks an inherent sense of self-preservation, displays impatience on occasion, can be hypocritical, has trouble handling pointed criticism well, and has a tendency to respond in passive aggression if he feels his competence is brought into question. he seeks admiration and is known to not honor his limitations and own safety for the sake of receiving praise.

gale: [...] people have always commented on my confidence, sometimes my over-confidence, and in one particularly cut throat assessment at university - my 'abject and incorrigible self-delusion.'

gale is not blind to how he is perceived by others, nor does he dismiss their conclusions without careful consideration. instead of deflecting he simply takes what they dish out and files it away for later contemplation and inspection.

player: because you acted the idiot. and paid the price for it too. gale: as always, i endeavor to be invigorated by your candour, rather than eviscerated by it. gale: blunt as your summation is - it's correct. i dared to call myself an archmage while acting the apprentice. the hallmarks of a most excellent idiot, unfortunately.

player: i can't say i share the same high opinion of you, gale. gale: always bringing such candour to our conversations. some would think twice about mocking gale of waterdeep, but you just go straight for the gut. nodecontext: playing along, making fun of himself gale: i like that about you. it's one of your rarer qualities, though i fear my ego can take no more of it tonight. nodecontext: cheerfully accepting the brush off, not taking it personally

needs, wants, and flaws by the bushel.

gale craves as mortals do. for relevance, safety, consideration, loyalty, care, acceptance, and love. he's desperate, he's angry, he's petty and hurt and lonely. he's contradictory, and at times inconsistent. he's afraid, he stumbles, he yearns. if he loves, he does so with all his heart but forgets to extend the same love to himself. he gains understanding only to disregard it later. he is absorbed yet devoted. he expects kindness but is bewildered when it is extended to him in turn. he's neither a perfect colleague, a perfect companion, a perfect lover, nor a perfect husband. he's just another human who's trying to navigate and make sense of the world. who is silently hoping for his soul to be handled with tenderness and care, to finally be seen for who he is —no need for performance or pretense — and to be unconditionally cherished nonetheless.

a fragile vessel in which to place potentially world-ending power.

he knows the burden he carries. understanding that even a momentary lapse in judgment could spell catastrophe if he doesn't exert tight control over his emotions at all times. he knows what is at stake should he lose the composure he painstakingly had to master. a mere moment is all it takes. this self-assessment isn't an "indirect threat" intended to subject pressure on tav or solicit pity, it's a stark acknowledgment of the truth. he is a fragile human, housing powers that should've never been his in the first place.

player: unbelievable. did you ever think what would happen if the tadpole got the better of you? gale: every waking moment. every dreaming moment too. but there was no way out.

he is also keenly aware of how his (former) colleagues perceive him, following his fall from grace.

player: bold. few would dare to reduce a goddess to their 'muse.' gale: i am, after all, the villain of the tale.

this line in particular is one i often think about. it makes me wonder about the extent of information gale received from the outside world after locking himself in his tower for an entire year, setting magical wards so no one but tara would be able to enter. did he hear the whispers? ("shunned by the goddess of magic herself, of course, it was only a matter of time before he flew too close to the sun.") were his colleagues ridiculing him, applauding mystra for cutting off the rot at the source? how did he arrive at the assumption that he is perceived as "the villain" and not the victim?

player: you must have been lonely, with only tara for company.. gale: sometimes. but i imposed it upon myself, after all. i set up enough wards to keep an army at bay, never mind the few colleagues who sought to inquire about my welfare.

or is this solely his own harsh judgment of his folly? that there is no chance anyone would meet him with sympathy, kindness and understanding after what he had wrought. he was too greedy, too impatient — selfish in arrogance, ravenous in ambition. letting delusions of grandeur guide him. he brought it all upon himself with his lack of patience. entirely convinced of his success and skill, blind to the possibility of failure. now doomed to drag innocents into the abyss with him. the hallmarks of a villain, right? after all, who would truly believe him that his ambition hid no ill will?

players: by rights. i should kill you. gale: perhaps that is what i deserve, but you deserve no such thing. [...]

[shatcey]

Gilbert on Yves seq

In a couple of words… this bastard (lovingly) appears no more than 5 times. But… he stole all the attention. Maybe it's just me.

I've ONLY finished reading the dramatic ending, so maybe my thoughts are incomplete. But I finally figure him out… I think...

A few screenshots with my thoughts below the cut. Gilbert decided to participate. I can't control them at all.

With Belle

He doesn't really hide his interest. And Belle is very afraid of him. Nothing new, she's afraid of him on every route. Have no idea why. He's such a sweet bunny-boy.

You know, I'm really worried about your lack of self-preservation… Wanna cookie? (hold a cookie in my open palm) ...(he took a cookie) Do you really think that's enough? (deep exhale) You're just exploiting my affection for you…

But at the beginning of the dramatic ending, they have a nice conversation in the hall. And Belle shows that she was chosen to be Belle NOT for her pretty eyes.

He had once again demonstrated his ability to read her mind. Obviously, because she still hadn't learned how to keep a poker face.

And she was scared again… a rabbit indeed.

With Yves

I have already written about his strange hatred for Yves. It doesn't make any sense. Gilbert is a rational person and he has no rational reason to hate Yves. But he continues to mock him.

I think this part can give us some information.

The last line reminds me of his interactions with Belle on his route. And suddenly I realised… I tried to analyze his words from the point of view of a person who has very general views on the meaning of words. But this is Gilbert. He put completely distorted meanings into the words "hate" and "love". How could I forget about it???

So now I think he doesn't hate Yves. He is worried about him. He grew up in a country where you'd be killed if you showed shred of mercy, so he's worried that something like this might happen to Yves. He put him to the trial (as he told Belle, "unintentionally", but with a genius you never know for sure) to either teach him a lesson, get him to change his naive way of thinking, or… to make him stronger.

In chapter 14, they have a nice chat in the hall

Bunny, this is a cold country, so it's pretty cold in the halls too, so you shouldn't spend so much time there… Why do you keep calling me bunny? Because you're bunny. A black bunny with fluffy hair. I wanna ruffle them so badly… Aren't you afraid of me? Why should I? I have cookies… ... (took the cookie) This bribe will not work indefinitely. Well… Then I'll bake a cake.

So, they had a chat

He doesn't confirm or deny this. But if you read his route, you will realize that he describes himself quite accurately. And the funny thing is that he says it in the most mocking way, so Yves definitely won't be able to believe it's true.

The last two lines again give the impression that he is worried… about Yves and Belle. He warned him to be more cautious and less trusting… So that he doesn't lose what he holds dear. Someone might take this as a threat, I see it as advice. Advice from a man who once went through this and is really worried that his beloved or her fiance will go through the same thing.

This is just my personal impression. This may or may not be true. You have every right to disagree with me.

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[weirdsht]

Another yapping session lol, I haven't done this in a while. Omfg tho, I didn't mean for this thing to be as long as I made it. I'm sorry shfgsidfhsfjgsdlg

By clicking read more you will be subjected to novel spoilers and my messy long rant about LoTCF. This is your warning.

I've thought about this for a long time but LoTCF is a fix-it novel. Not sure if someone thought about the same thing or if they have talked about it yet. But I've felt this way ever since I read about Kim Rok Soo's life.

After realising what he went through and just how hard his life is made me realise why he does the things he does. Why he has such a mindset. Why he values the little things other people would not even think about.

It made even more sense after hearing how he was collateral damage from the White Star's curse. How he can't hold the things he deemed dear close to him as he will always be bound to lose it. To lose them.

Lastly, it made me realise why the novel seems all sunshine and rainbows in the long run. Sure, there are angsty moments. Some moments and arcs made me bawl for weeks on end. Made me feel as though my heart was being ripped out of my chest (Looking at you earth lore). However, at the end of it all everyone on Cale's side is okay. It's like watching one of those old-school shonen animes where you know everyone will save the day with the power of friendship.

And I know I'm not the only one who noticed that. I saw a lot of discourse about how the series would be more interesting if someone actually died. If a lot was on the line. Something like ORV.

And omg does it piss me off so much.

Because once again LoTCF is a fix-it novel.

It's a novel about starting again. About Cale finally being able to hold and protect the things dear to him.

That's why it wouldn't make sense for him to lose more.

Plus, I genuinely think that if he loses one more thing important to him (non-material ofc) that would be his last straw. He has already been through so much. And it was because of something he didn't even have a clue about. Something he essentially had no business with if White Star just wasn't a greedy mfer.

I think some people also forget or doesn't realise the fact that this is also Cale's last chance. Like Ron and Choi Han who has lost their families several times and deemed their new group as their last chance. Their last family.

It's the same for Cale.

He already lost his biological parents. He already lost his brothers.

He can't lose his new family too.

That's why no one can die.

Despite that, as a reader, I am scared though. Scared at the lengths he's willing to go to protect his family.

Because this man has no self-preservation skills despite him always saying he has no plans of getting hurt or dying. I mean, I can't blame him for not knowing his worth. His life has been shit. He always had to go above and beyond to try and grasp the things he wanted only for them to still slip away from his fingertips. Like he's trying to collect running water with open palms.

And until now, even without the curse, he does the same thing. Because it's what he's used to. Maybe he subconsciously thinks that if his efforts dwindle a little he'll lose everything again. Not fully comprehending that it's fine now. That it's okay for him to breath a little.

Anyway, my point is I'm scared that at some point Cale will try to protect everyone and everything at his own cost. Will try to convince himself that he will be fine when he won't be. I mean I've already heard spoilers from book 2 and heard that's what seems to be happening right now.

I'm just scared that a point will come where Cale won't be able to come back from the decisions he makes in the name of protecting his family.

[nthspecialll]

If Arthur had never contracted TB, do you think his stance with Dutch and the gang would have been affected at all in Chapter 6?

I personally do not believe that his final stance would change, I do believe he would still stand with John against Dutch, what however would change would be his approach to the situation.

Arthur's approach to chapter six is self sacrifice, he knows that he will not make it, however he makes the choice to make sure others will.

In the early chapters Arthur has a good healthy sense of self preservation, he gets into dangerous situations but everything is messured, weighed and valued, he knows what is worth the risk and what is not. He does not throw himself carelessly into situations where might die. In chapter six however, he is willing to do more because he isn't fighting for himself, he is fighting for others. So he is willing to go the extra mile for them even if it costs him.

The most visible example of this is jailbreak. In "The First Shall Be Last" aka saving Sean, Trelawny mentions that Sean is being moved to a federal prison, Arthur's reply? "Damn. Well, we can't be rescuing people from some federal prison. We either rescue him now or... cut him loose." He isn't willing to break into prisons, but what does he do in chapter six? He breaks into a maximum-security prison facility for John. He did the exact thing he said he wouldn't.

He does it because he knows he will not live, however in this scenerio he might. Now he doesn't just have to think of the other's future but his own as well, meaning he cannot go around being careless with his life. He would probably still get John, but I doubt in that way.

Now we come to the fact that TB changed how he saw things but what I fear some people forget when discussing this is that everything up until chapter five remains the same. He might not have TB, but he doesn't show his TB until after Guarma either way and we see him doubting Dutch as early as chapter one. He is still there on John's side prior.

Something that will however change, is his need for choosing.

Dutch was Arthur's family for many years, he was his everything, father figure, his mentor, the reason he was the man he was, and the choice to leave him was already made. When Arthur got that TB diagnosis, the choice to leave Dutch had been made by the Grim reaper himself and Arthur could focus on saving John without thinking of stepping on Dutch's toes, it wouldn't matter, he doesn't need to have a good friendship with Dutch.

But in non-TB, Arthur does need to have that friendship with Dutch if he wants to remain part of the family he has been part of for decades. He needs to actively choose to leave behind his mentor. I do think he will do it, he wants John out and the only way to do that is to abandon Dutch, but it will be a hard battle.

[vindicated-truth]

It's fascinating to see the way Dongsik was needling Joowon during Jihwa's interrogation of them in a whole new light after you know what really happened.

Dongsik, at this point, already knew for sure that Joowon is not the culprit. He knew, at this point, that Kang Jinmook is the real killer, he just has no strong evidence to back it up.

And there's a sort of bitter irony in all this, for Dongsik of all people to have discovered the real killer, because it's his own experience of not being indicted due to lack of evidence that he also knows Jinmook would not be indicted because there isn't enough evidence.

So what does he do, instead?

He needles Joowon for it. He tries to use Joowon's own "reasonable doubt" against him, despite the fact that he knows it isn't Joowon.

He does this for two reasons:

1) He's confident that no matter what happens, unless someone tampers with the evidence (ironically enough, given what Dongsik also did), Joowon would not be indicted simply because of the sheer fact that he's innocent. That's why Dongsik can "play" with Joowon as much as he wants, without fear of having the wrong man be persecuted, because Joowon is innocent.

2) He needed Joowon angry. He needed Joowon just angry enough to want to defend himself, because he needed Joowon to move. To take action, to be interested in this case if only for self-preservation—because at this point he sees Joowon as just another Han after all, out to protect his image and privilege and nothing more—because perhaps if Joowon is interested enough, he'll pursue the case the way his own father never did.

Dongsik can already see, at this point, that Joowon is a stubborn man, one that's surprisingly determined to solve the case—again, perhaps for self-preservation, given what Dongsik assumed is Joowon not wanting his image ruined for what happened to Lee Geumhwa—and Dongsik can use that stubbornness and determination to bring light to his sister's case once more.

It's all the more apparent when the next scene is Joowon telling his own father, "It's too bad I can't just stay quiet and lay low about this", which is exactly what Dongsik wanted—and what Han Kihwan does not want.

Han Kihwan after all doesn't care if his own son's reputation is ruined as long as his own reputation remains unmarred, hence why he was so quick to throw him under the bus with his public denouncement of Joowon's own public announcement of a 20-year old serial killing.

It makes sense, later on, why Dongsik only smirked and snorted when he watched Joowon do what he did on national television, because it's what Dongsik wanted.

But also—it left Dongsik impressed.

Dongsik only wanted Joowon to be angry enough to defend his reputation. Instead, Joowon went the entire opposite direction and was willing to throw it all away, if it means solving the case. It meant Dongsik was wrong in his assumption that Joowon was doing this for self-preservation.

And I think that's why at some point later in the story, Dongsik grew alarmed and somewhat guilty because he was the one who started all this, provoking Joowon enough to want to solve his sister's case—because it alarmingly looked like Joowon does not care about ruining his life at all.

It's partly why it makes sense then that Dongsik was also determined to stop Joowon from ruining his life, because this was not what Dongsik wanted at all. He just wanted Joowon to solve his sister's case and that of all the other victims'—not for Joowon to ruin his own life in doing so.

And that's the second thing he was impressed by about Joowon:

He's doing all this for no other reason than because it's the right thing to do.

When Joowon, pushed to the breaking point by Dongsik himself, burst out with the fact that he wants to catch the serial killer to bring justice to Lee Geumhwa, vowing that he will never forget her even if no one else remembers her, that—

That's exactly the kind of cop Dongsik needed to solve his sister's case. Except—Joowon isn't even doing this for a loved one. He's doing this for a stranger. Someone he doesn't even have to care about, because she's completely unrelated to him.

And yet—Joowon cares enough to stand by her. Even when no one else at Foreign Affairs or the rest of the institution does. Because she's an immigrant, because she's in the country illegally, because she's a prostitute, because she's Chinese.

Because she's a woman.

And that—that's exactly why Dongsik realizes—

He can't let this boy fight this battle alone.

If Joowon is going down—Dongsik will go down with him.

[ideas-4-stories]

This man is a happy drunk, when I mean happy drunk. Buggy will mishear you, thinking that you're talking about his nose and laugh. But if you're talking about his nose with mean words, he'll kill you with a smile and laugh. What's that about his common sense and self-preservation It's gone, he forgets to worry and it's even worse (for other people) when he's high as well.

Despite him being a pirate and raised by Roger. Buggy has always cared about being clean. He washes every day or even twice a day. He must be very flashy and that means clean (This doesn't mean he doesn't like getting dirty, just after everything is done. It's time to shower and then maybe have a bath if he can)

The more comfortable and safer a place is, the more Buggy will eat. He can't eat when he's really stress or unsafe of where he is. So, if you see him eating a lot of food. That means he's content and happy with wherever he is, which is mostly with his crew.

[tasklinemgr]

My Satellite Investor Headcanons:

The Satellites have like, a sibling relationship to each other. They've known each other since childhood, but whether or not they grew up in the same household is something that they themselves keep ambiguous. Even in my more-serious-than-canon interpretations of them, they have this goofy evil henchmen vibe, and are very prone to bickering amongst themselves.

Although there's no serious animosity between them, the Investors can get a bit rough with each other, and have all been seriously injured by another Satellite before (and have gotten yelled at by Cosmo for doing this to each other). However, when they actually get their heads on straight and work together, they're a force to be reckoned with.

In my headcanon, skelecogs can't thermo-regulate the way other cogs can, and the Satellite Investors specifically are adapted to run best at lower temperatures. A reasonably sunny day could probably take them out.

Okay, onto each specific Investor:

Charon:

This guy's the oldest of the five, and is quite protective over his younger siblings. He's the one who's in charge whenever Cosmo isn't around, and is usually the one playing mediator in the Satellites' arguments. He's "the braincell" of the group, and (one of) the most charismatic, but his ego often gets in the way of both his intelligence and his charm. The man is a risk-taker, who tends to overestimate himself.

Charon feels more secure in his position than he probably should, and will often take the blame when his siblings do something to piss off the boss. He actually tends to butt heads with Cosmo, and won't hesitate in telling him when he disagrees with something he says. (Cosmo doesn't like this, but recognizes the utility in having an underling who will point it out if he messes up.)

Also, Charon has strabismus; he can't see very well out of his bad eye. He used to be insecure about it, but now, he actually treasures it as one of his unique features.

Hydra:

This is the type of guy who looks chill, in the single second before he opens his mouth and says the meanest shit you've ever heard. He's the second oldest, and is the type of brother who told his younger siblings really stupid things that they went on believing for years. He's argumentative, but unlike Charon, who genuinely thinks he's always usually right, Hydra does it just to get a rise out of people.

He'll be respectful towards Cosmo, but anybody else with any power over him is not necessarily safe from his aggression. (He does have some sense of self preservation). Hydra often insults the other Satellites in an attempt to encourage them to do better.

He always seems to be getting into Situations™️. Some of these involve other people, since he does have a bit of a "target on his back" but a lot of times it's just bad luck. Elevators love to get stuck while he's inside them.

Hydra has a tendency to chew on things; this is one of the reasons why he wears a bowtie, because he wouldn't be able to keep a necktie out of his mouth.

Kerberos:

This dude seems intimidating, but he's more bark than bite. I'm honestly torn as to whether it or Nix is older, and I'm tempted to say that they're the same age. Kerberos tends not to speak more than he needs to, and one of his favorite activities is to wordlessly pick up and carry his siblings in its arms. (In fact, Styx can often be found riding his shoulders).

He's just as prone to roughhousing as the other Satellites are, and while it actually tries not to seriously injure them, Kerberos tends to forget that throwing its siblings through windows is a bad idea. (And then he'll sweep up the broken glass with an sad look on his face).

He's an actions over words type of man, and while he never verbally apologizes for any transgressions against the rest of the Family, it will make up for them. Conversely, Kerberos expects any slights against him to be made up for, and if payback isn't given, he'll find a way to take it.

I like to imagine Kerberos being a little larger than he is in canon, just for fun. He has a pet dog, literally a normal-ass dog, that nobody knows where it came from.

Nix:

You may have noticed that I've never referred to the Investors as "brothers", only as "siblings". This is because Nix is a woman to me. She's the most independent of the five, and is the most likely to be off doing her own thing while the others are hanging out.

She likes to keep a bludgeoning instrument on her person, and is probably the most violent Satellite. Much like Kerberos, she'll retaliate when she feels she or the Family's been wronged, but she won't even give you a chance to make it up on your own terms. Nix is impulsive, and has a bit of an obnoxious side.

She's a secretive person, who doesn't really like talking about herself. Though the Satellites are very close, she doesn't trust her siblings the way the rest of them trust each other, and is a rather emotionally isolated person. Nix often speaks in rambling anecdotes, and she and Hydra both love telling embarrassing stories about their siblings.

Nix walks unusually quietly, especially for a cog, and will often use this to scare people, or to jump out from the shadows and bash someone's head in.

Styx:

The youngest of the Satellites. Styx likes to act like he's just an innocent little fella, but he's vicious. He'll make you think he's your friend, and then he'll stab you in the back and throw you under the bus. He's the most playful among the Satellites, but his games are often pretty cruel. Being around his siblings really brings out his childish side, and they all regard him as an "ankle-biter."

Many cogs find his natural demeanor uncanny, but he can turn down the weirdness if need be. Styx is a very powerful networker, who knows how to tell people what they want to hear. He's not ashamed to be a suck-up, if it'll get him what he wants.

Of the Family, he's the one who can most often be found working in the Pizzeria itself, hence why it's in his name. While it started as just some busywork assigned to the young and inexperienced guy, he's grown quite skilled and passionate about cooking. (If you break spaghetti in his vicinity, he will find you.) Also, he's great at turning on the Customer Service Mode.

Styx' body is built rather uniquely, in that he can very easily be taken apart and put back together. This makes him weaker, but also better able to bounce back from injury. (It's kinda like a cartoon skeleton who's always falling apart and reassembling himself). He's always missing a couple fingers, and Nix loves stealing his limbs and using them as weapons. There's usually a few spots of rust on him.

(psst, this took a couple hours of my life to write! if you think my opinions on characters are cool, you should consider reblogging !)

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Happy STS Ceph! If someone was looking for your characters, how would they describe them to people? What features would they most pick out to distinguish them from a crowd?

Isaac: His messy black curls are probably the best way to spot him. Not messy as in stylish bedhead, but as in oh, this man is on the brink and desperately needs help with self-care. (It's not until Dorian coaxes him into it that his hair starts to become noticeably healthier and eye-catching for other reasons.) Elfy describes his fashion sense best: Mexican grandpa and/or country veterinarian. That is, flannel/plaid shirts (buttoned all the way to the collar in Isaac's case), and old jeans that don't fit him well at all. Again, it's not until Isaac starts rebuilding and maintaining relationships with others that this changes. 9 out of 10 times you'll catch him with his eyes glued to the screen of his tab, doing something work-related.

Renato: If you meet a man who makes you forget every warning your common sense screams at you, you'll know you met Renato Faria Dimas. Of course the blue-green color of his eyes gets the most attention. Though he acts like this is tiresome, he goes through a lot of effort to groom his brows and hair as well as pick clothing colors to show them to their best advantage. He's a dating sim character come to life: handsome, charming, seductive, and definitely hiding more than meets the eye beneath the pretty façade. Dimples are another weapon in his arsenal he uses to devastating effect.

Dorian: Critics rave 5 stars, want to hug and/or cuddle with them on first meeting. Dorian exudes a love for life and the topics they're passionate about which is downright infectious. Their peacoat is legendary, though they do wear other hoodies and sweaters depending on the season and conditions. They've loved having their hair braided since they were very small, and continue to make an event of it as an adult, with food and movies and drinks with family and friends all day. They also really like the freckles across their face and shoulders, if you're one of the fortunate few to see those. You may have to wade through a sea of their other admirers to get to them.

Kinslayer: Isaac wasn't exaggerating when he described meeting their gaze as staring down the barrel of a rifle. Their eyes are an utter shade of black, reflecting no light whatsoever. Kinslayer has worn many faces and experienced life in all sorts of bodies, but this feature remains a common denominator no matter what they look like.

Elfy: She's the tiny woman with all the piercings, the mop of reddish-brown curls piled on her head, and who's vibrating like a rocket about to take off, unable to keep still. Can't miss her.

Ben: They just don't make 'em like this nowadays. He looks like a thug or back alley boxer from a movie set during the Great Depression because, well, that's kinda what he was. His size, the broken-one-too-many-times nose, and scarred knuckles give him a natural intimidation factor. He's quick to smile though, and the gleam in his brown eyes can turn someone's knees from a solid to a liquid even quicker. You know, if big, bi vampire guys are your thing anyway.

Motley/Noose: Its stitched together skin really makes it stand out in a crowd. Even its sunken eyes are unusual amongst necromancers, smoldering with a sullen red light rather than being the dull, lifeless gray of something that's been preserved in a jar of alcohol. Of course, it could very well be disguised as that stray dog trotting down the street. Or a white-faced barn owl in the tree outside the window. Or--goodness forbid--somebody you knew.

Breezy: One of the three weed-smoking girlfriends, now semi-retired in her 60s and versed in witchcraft. When she feels like wearing clothes, she could be in full, flowing ren faire garb or a pair of denim overalls for working in her garden. (Has a pretty nice tan, given her nudist tendencies.) She might braid her long white hair, but more often than not leaves it in loose waves over her shoulders.

[thekatebridgerton]

I know I said I dislike mermaid aus with passion and I do. BUT a siren au. That one I could totally see.

Because Kate is a gorgeous half fish. I love her. Based on Simone Ashley wonderful images of princess Indira.

Here's a Kanthony siren au

I can totally see Kate as a vindictive siren, from Pirates of the Caribbean. Who has a record of drowning the most men with her siren song. And the sirens around her reef always have a competition on who can kill the most men. One day Kate causes yet another shipwreck, But somehow Anthony survives, because he's either a very good swimmer or is immune to her killer song. Kate tries to kill him again and he just wont drown! Why won't that one stupid handsome human just die!

I'd love to see a siren x human au. Where the lone survivor of the shipwreck she caused keeps stubbornly returning to the reef just to taunt her, like the smug idiot he is and she keeps learning new songs trying to lure him to the water to kill him. But he resists it because he's a stubborn human. Anthony does it for fun because he knows the sea creature hates him, but she also will continue to come to the reef just to try to drown him again. And he kinda gets a perverse sense of satisfaction whenever she has to leave in frustration.

Eventually Anthony realizes she can speak English, and talking to her is actually more fun because the siren can curse worse than a season sailor and he can curse her back. Anthony's life as a Viscount was boring before, now he has a siren who wants to kill him after him. That's exciting.

Kathani thinks the human man is weird. And stupid, and he has no self preservation. Her mother the queen of the seas has humans like those for breakfast. Kathani does too or she used to, back before she became fixated on this one human. And oh turns out he's actually very attracted to her song, he just able to resist her because his mind won't let him leave his 7 siblings and mother to fend for themselves. Well Kate can understand that, she also has siblings, and if she died then her siblings would have to bear more responsibility than they should.

Eventually they start talking to each other, like normal people, Kate doesn't realize when exactly she stops wanting to kill him and Anthony doesn't see when exactly he stopped taunting her with his continued survival.

They become friends sort of. The murderous siren princess and the human Viscount. Anthony never forgets Kate is a monster and Kate never forgets Anthony's kind kill creatures like her. But they slowly grow closer, with every visit to the reef.

Until Kate one day let's it slip that a siren's kiss can make a man breathe underwater. And Anthony is floored at how much he wants to do just that. Not because he wants to breathe underwater, but simply because he wants Kate. Entirely. He truly wants her for himself.

In the end Anthony does kiss her and Kate does try to drown him for it. But she also pulls him under, to her mother's kingdom, to get permission for the human man she loves to be her mate. So with the power of the siren kiss Anthony can remain underwater with her and doesn't have to sacrifice his humanity the way Kate would have to sacrifice her siren nature just to be with him.

In the end Anthony's siblings all build their homes near the sea. Where he visits whenever he can with his siren wife. And tho he has to leave behind his life on land he's glad to do it for Kate.

Bonus: after his first kiss Anthony became increasingly jealous of any other male Kate tried to drown with her siren song. He thought that attempted murder was their thing and he can't believe Kate would just go out and try to murder some who isn't him.

[cybertron-after-dark]

Wayward Sparks Lore Post

This is the lore for the fan continuity my redesigns are from. I've actually been working on the story for a very long time before posting any of the artwork for it, and I hope to eventually make this a finished product in some way shape or form! I won't be revealing everything about the story just yet for that reason, but this sort of a little "show bible" for the continuity that's been living in my head rent free for months. Hopefully, you'll get a kick out of some of the concepts.

The Basics:

The war's been going on for a good long while. Long enough that everyone's just getting sick of it. Most sick of it would be Megatron, who's been sticking it out with his Decepticons for SO long he's ready to do something drastic.

With a small team of his best Decepticons, they steal the Allspark and track down the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, picking up an energon haul from a deep space outpost near a spacebridge. Megatron's intent on finishing this as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, nobody told Megatron that the Allspark doesn't particularly like being commanded, nor are there any controls on it conveniently labeled "press here to eliminate enemies." So, after what's seeming like a pretty pointless dogfight-turned-fistfight that was SUPPOSED to end with the Allspark blowing the autobots straight to the pit, Megs can't help but be a little frustrated when the Allspark takes control of the spacebridge on its own instead and sends them to a backwater dirtball planet with no feasible way off.

The Autobots arent all too happy about the predicament either. The Decepticons still have the Allspark, and Primus only knows what nefarious plots to ransack this world he's brought them to are cooking up in his diabolical processor. (He doesn't have any plans whatsoever, he's entirely bullshitting at this point, but you can't just let the enemy know that)

Meanwhile, back on Cybertron, something sinister is brewing within the Senate. Something Senator Ratbat and his toadie, Sentinel Prime, can't keep hidden for much longer.

The Autobots

The loyal devotees of Optimus Prime, enlisted in the Autobot Corps to make Cybertron a better place. Or, as most of Cybertron knows them, Optimus's merry band of idiots and assholes. See, most Primes have standards for who they recruit as active followers. The strongest, the swiftest, the smartest, what have you. For Optimus, anyone who wants to help the community may join. Which is great and all, but man, does it attract the screwups and all the neuroses they carry.

Optimus Prime (he/him)

If there is one word to describe Optimus, it'd be "troubled." If you ask him, trouble is all life ever gave him after he made Prime. He loves his team to bits, but they can be... Frustrating at times. Even still, looking out for them is priority number one. He took an oath when Primus gave him his power: "community before self." Failing to uphold that wouldn't just be letting himself down; It'd also tick off Primus, and given the god has an eldritch, symbiotic connection to him in his head and in his spark, not honoring that vow doesn't end well. He knows the madness that comes with a broken oath firsthand, after having to denounce the mech he originally swore fealty to... But, that's in the past. Nothing a little engex can't help him forget.

Bumblebee (he/they)

Bumblebee is a happy go lucky little bot. A little too happy go lucky, honestly. As though he just doesn't have any sense of self preservation. A chronic ignorer of red flags, somehow Bumblebee makes it out of every single encounter unscathed. He never really understood why some bots can be so anxious or mopey, and he makes it his mission to help the aforementioned anxious and mopey bots see the bright side, much to their chagrin. Especially to the chagrin of Prowl, who doesn't remember the last time he smiled and isn't interested in doing so any time soon. Bee is determined to get a giggle out of that downer one way or another. He's a little bad at reading the room, and he doesn't tend to take the whole decepticon threat thing very seriously, but he really does mean well.

Wheeljack (he/him)

Excellent at both making and breaking, Wheeljack is one of the team's tech guys. Fun loving, explosion addicted, and a firm believer in ignoring common sense and safety precautions, it seems Wheeljack and his lab partner, Bulkhead, can make any sort of gizmo you need with only a 50% chance of it landing someone in the medbay. Usually wheeljack himself. That said, he's never really all that bothered hy his injuries, often laughing at himself even if half of him is scattered somewhere across the room. This generally disturbs anyone unlucky enough to see it. Usually Bulkhead.

Prowl (he/him)

Prowl is... Not exactly doing amazing. To say he's depressed would be a bit of an understatement. When he's not out on the field, the other bots don't really see much of him. He keeps to himself, always making use of Teletraan-1 to stream his shows, tinkering with new mods for his weapons, or just sleeping the day away. More than anything, Prowl wants to help people. He was hoping he could do that through law enforcement, at first. When he realized that wasn't his path, he hoped maybe joining the Autobots would be. Now that he's here, all he needs is the motivation to actually get out there and do something great... Maybe tomorrow.

Ratchet (he/him)

Ratchet is the team's medic, as well as the resident dipstick-in-the-mud. A mech of schedule, rules, and protocol, Ratchet gets flustered and almost personally offended if any of those things are broken. Straight laced as he may be, Ratchet still cares deeply for his teammates, and worries a lot about not being able to fix them perfectly if they get hurt. Honestly, he mostly needs everything in order just so he knows exactly what to do if and when things go wrong. You'll never hear him admit that out loud, though. You'll also never hear him admit to anything he did in his med school days, back when they called him the Party Ambulance.

Bulkhead (any pronouns, mostly he/him)

Another bot standing firmly in team worrywart. Bulkhead tries to cut loose and have a good time, he really does, but it's hard when your best friend/lab partner is an accident-prone adrenaline junkie with very poor impulse control. Bulkhead is a sensitive bot, a mind both creatively and mathematically inclined, wrapped up in a very big, very heavy, very clumsy package. All in all, Bulkhead just wishes the other bots' definition of fun was... Safer. With less injuries sustained by the end. That being said, he has a pretty hard time expressing it when his friends' antics cause him distress.

Other Bots

Back on Cybertron, the rest of Optimus Prime's followers try to maintain peace in a ceasefire until the two factions' leaders can return from... Wherever they ran off to. The other active Primes and their followers, most of all Sentinel, have more or less been keeping Cybertron in order while the Autobots are indisposed. While they frantically try to contact their leader, Cliffjumper (he/him), Ironhide (he/him), Cosmos (she/they) and Seaspray(they/them) have to keep the whole Autobot Corps from falling apart.

Decepticons

To call the Decepticons terrorists would be remarkably unfair. That being said, calling them heroic would be one hell of a stretch too. For all intents and purposes, the Decepticons are largely considered the undesirables of Cybertronian society. And they don't like that one bit. Warframes, petty crooks, monoformers, pit fighters, malfunctions of all stripes, all are welcome under the Decepticon banner, so long as you're pissed off enough about how you've been treated. The angriest among the crowd being an increasingly high number of mechs sporting odd, experimental frametypes they say they were reformatted into against their will.

Megatron (he/him)

A warlord, a tyrant, the ruthless leader of the most feared gang of criminals in all of Cybertronian territory. At least, that's what he wants you to believe he is. Megatron is quite a bit of bark and (while definitely not none) significantly less bite. It's a frustrating thing, being labelled a heretic and a threat to society for wanting to be equal. So, really, what's a mech to do but commit to the bit and hope it scares off the cowards who want you dead? Megatron can be headstrong, and has moderate anger issues, though he manages them quite well. Still, he's got nothing but love from his Decepticons, trying as they can occasionally be. He can be a bit overprotective of his troops, very much acting like an older brother to the more vulnerable among his ranks. He's also been trying to court Starscream, but he seems largely oblivious to Megatron's advances.

Starscream (he/she)

The terror of the skies and the mean girl of the Decepticons. Starscream is largely convinced everyone around him is an idiot. Sadly, he's blind to it when he, too, is being an idiot. A capable aerial fighter, and the second in command of the Decepticons, but seemingly cursed by bad luck at just about every turn. And the consequences of her own actions, but don't say that part out loud. Starscream is intent on usurping Megatron one way or another to gain control of the Decepticons and lead them PROPERLY, because his dumb ass could never. Especially now that he's acting all weird all the time around her. He must be onto her schemes...

Soundwave (he/him)

Soundwave has seen quite a bit. He's seen things he very much wishes he could forget about at times. Having worked as a secretary for Senator Ratbat just before the war, he got a glimpse behind the curtain of Cybertronian government and it sickened him to his core. Now he works his aft off to topple the whole thing, no matter what it takes, or how badly he overworks himself. When he isn't vividly plotting the death of the scumbag Senate, or neck deep in Decepticon work, Soundwave is usually seen with his adoptive family, Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak, and Ravage. The cassettes are still young, not to mention mischievous, so Soundwave definitely has his servos full, but he wouldn't trade them for the world.

Shockwave (he/they)

A disgraced former Senator, and a victim of a botched empurata-shadowplay combo, Shockwave tries his best to live as normal a life as he can with the Decepticons. He's a bit of an oddball, emotionally stunted in some regards and wildly oversensitive in others. The other Decepticons take great care to make him feel safe, and he appreciates that greatly, though he's never really sure what would be a socially acceptable way to show that gratitude. Aside from his eccentricities, Shockwave is a mech of science, and an extremely useful asset. He's a master of tech, and a wizard in the medbay, though his bedside manner is unusual to say the least.

Blitzwing (he/they)

Blitzwing's triple changing frame was not exactly their choice. Nor were the three personalities their processor splintered into when they were reformatted. Unfortunately, the only ones who really seem to believe them about what happened to them would be the Decepticons. Evidently, when a three faced bot starts babbling about being abducted and experimented on by Senator Ratbat and Sentinel Prime, that comes off less as "honest whistleblower" and more "crazy guy who's been hitting the engex a bit too hard." So, until the real culprits can be exposed for what they are, Blitzwing spends his cycles in the Decepticon ranks, either helping out or causing chaos for funsies.

Lugnut (he/him)

Lugnut is the very picture of a loyal Decepticon, at Megatron's beck and call, ready to back him up every waking second, even when Megs really didn't ask for it. A particularly big and tanky bot, Lugnut is the muscle of Decepticon High Command, an unyielding wall of an opponent. He's also kind of the fun police. Easily jealous, Lugnut has a bit of a grudge against anyone he perceives as Megatron's current favorite (Megatron does not actually pick favorites) and does anything in his power to stay in his master's good graces. As unworthy as he thinks the rest of high command is, ESPECIALLY starscream, he is still a reliable ally and trustworthy teammate to the others when he needs to be.

Other Cons

The Decepticon Base back on Cybertron was already a bit of a hot mess. Now, with Megatron's best mechs missing, it's just a liiittle difficult not to think they're sticking around for a hopeless cause. But, all is not lost. General Strika (she/her) keeps the faction from falling apart, even through the absence of her conjunx, Lugnut. While she handles the practical matters, keeping spirits up falls to the morale officer, Skywarp (any), her trinemate Thundercracker (she/they), and her bestie, Knockout (he/him). Though it's a bit of a difficult task when they're in a ceasefire and they can't even look forward to bashing autobots...

Other Factions

It isn't just the Autobots and Decepticons kicking around Cybertron. Every active Prime has their own band of loyal followers looking to make something of themselves. For better or worse...

Full disclosure, pretty much everything but the Steelguard is subject to a lot of change. There may be more, less, or even totally different factions going forward.

Sentinel Prime (he/him)

Coldhearted, sycophantic, and generally a smug bastard, Sentinel Prime believes in strength above all. Even the vow he took before Primus, "Order Through Strength," reflects that. Having a direct symbiotic connection to Primus went straight to his ego. The guy's downright insufferable. Not that he wasn't before... Sentinel is a loyal guard dog to his liege, Senator Ratbat, and trusts that he'll do anything it takes to maintain order and keep a perfect Cybertron, no matter how grisly or unsavory the cost. He'll have his troops carry out any and all dirty work the Senator needs done without question.

The Steelguard

The Steelguard are Sentinel Prime's followers, largely a band of big headed jerks that think they're Primus's gift to Cybertron and tend not to think too hard about ethics or morals. That's not to say EVERYONE working for Sentinel is a pompous windbag that thinks brute force is a solution to everything. Just most of them. In the very least, Sentinel's prodigy soldier, Breakdown (he/him) seems to have a shred of decency left in him that they haven't been able to snuff out just yet.

Jazz (he/him)

Senator Ratbat's current overworked secretary, and often the subject of Sentinel Prime's petty fits of jealousy. Ratbat takes quite a liking to Jazz, in some twisted sense, often taking him out for drinks or requesting he keep him company in his office. This sets Sentinel off to no end. To Ratbat, Jazz is the only mech on Cybertron worth befriending. To Jazz, Ratbat is quite insane and largely uncomfortable to be around.

Rodimus Prime (he/him)

The newest addition to the roster of active Primes, Rodimus has a very small band of followers that he's still working on a name for. His liege, Senator Ultra Magnus, expects great things from the little Prime, as soon as he figures out how to function normally with the presence of a god in his head, anyway. Though in the meantime, his second in command, Kup, and his high command, Arcee, Blurr and Springer, are happy to pick up the slack. They may not have a name to unite their faction, but they have a creed to uphold: "Hope Endures." They do charity work to keep spirits high while Cybertron is in a bit of a rocky state.

Fire Convoy (he/him)

Nobody knows for certain whether or not Fire Convoy is still online. Most accounts say he went entirely mad, and disappeared without a word, leaving behind his followers, the X-force. Some say he still lives, wandering the Sea of Rust, in search of an ancient titan. The remaining X-force typically keep to themselves, isolated from the remainder of Cybertron in hopes that their prime will return.

The Senate

The governing body of Cybertron, the Senate are appointed by Primus via the Allspark, in a selection process known only to the highest elites. Their top priority is and always will be maintaining order. An increasingly difficult task when the Decepticon menace persists like a nasty infestation of binaroaches. Still, they have full confidence that the primes that serve them will weed out the remaining vermin, no matter how long it takes or how messy it may get.

Senator Ratbat (he/him)

Ratbat values one thing above all else: efficiency. That's why Ratbat is primarily in charge of Cybertron's transport, and all that entails. An efficient Cybertron is a successful Cybertron, and the more like a well oiled machine the world he rules can run, the more the species as a whole can advance, improve, and evolve. No barrier is too great, too grisly, or too taboo to overcome. He will do whatever he must for the good of the world. Whether its inhabitants want it or not.

Senator Alpha Trion (he/him)

Alpha Trion is largely considered the leader among the Senate, as the oldest, wisest, and having been in power the longest. He took in Optimus Prime and gave him purpose after his loss of faith. The mech is like a son to him, really, and he's honored that such a powerful prime with such a dedicated--and useful--following would call him his liege. Alpha Trion strives for a perfect Cybertron above all else, and he truly believes Optimus to be the ticket to that ideal future he has always envisioned.

Senator Perceptor (they/them)

Perceptor is the senator to consult on any and all scientific matters, considered the most intelligent mind at the table. Primarily because they had most of their personality components removed and only has room left in their mind and spark for knowledge. Even their vox synthesizer is a much more archaic and simplistic model than normal, running on software typically only used by drones, all to free up processing power. Occasionally, they have glimmers of emotions they really shouldn't be able to feel with their programming. More often than not, flashes of regret.

Senator Ultra Magnus (he/him)

Ultra Magnus is the bot responsible for planning most of Cybertron's infrastructure, and he takes great pride in the image of a hardworking bot he maintains. His people trust him to consider the population and how to help them best. Well, the populace whose opinions matter, anyway. The expendables can say what they will, whine all day about how they're living in rusted shambles, it matters little to him when he has contributing members of society to appease. Besides, he has his dear Rodimus Prime to keep them quiet with his meaningless little gestures of good will. Quite the useful bot, that Rodimus, if a bit unfocused. Ultra Magnus really just wishes the little Prime would see the big picture and stop fretting over the "less fortunate."

Senator Wingthing (he/him)

Senator Tracks (he/him)

Rich, Noble, and stylish, Tracks has an eye for trends and knows how to set them. Which is quite the useful talent when your job is managing Cybertron's media and propaganda. It's a wonderful thing, being able to keep a whole planet distracted from whatever shady shit you need done behind the scenes.

A product of pure nepotism. Wingthing is often referred to as seat filler, joining the Senate at the same time as his brother, Ratbat, as is tradition when a twin is selected. Describing him generously, Wingthing is an eccentric bot. Describing him not-so-generously, Wingthing is an insufferable, childish moron and a raging misogynist with neither wit nor tact to his name, seemingly only serving to trash talk everything Senator Chromia says. Occasionally he'll help Senator Tracks with his propaganda projects.

Senator Chromia (she/her)

Senator Chromia is the very image of restraint. How else would she be able to listen to every obnoxious word out of Wingthing's mouth without ripping out his entire vox synthesizer? Running both military and law enforcement matters, Chromia is quite the tactician, and merciful enough to hardly ever allow excessive brutality on her own people. Her reassuring presence on the Senate is an inspiration to fembots of all stripes. If she can make it as Cybertron's #1 Girlboss, so can they!

The manifestations of Life and Death, respectively.

Misc

Cedarwood

A small town of humans about fifteen kliks from where the Autobots crashed. Very rural, with a population of self-described hillbillies, rednecks and hicks. The bots aren't sure what any of those words mean, but they're happy to try to make nice with the local organics, whenever they aren't trying to shoot the bots.

Primus and Unicron

Primus, the bored god, inhabits the minds of those it deems worthy, drawing power from their emotions and dedication to their ideals, and watching the chaos and drama his creations cause. Aside from whispering odd non sequiturs and baffling encouragements into the audials of his favorite followers, the strongest vessel for his will is the Allspark, an odd little artifact that never quite likes to stay put.

Unicron, the endless hunger, is a name spoken of in hushed whispers, lest the beast hear you. It is never a matter of if he will find your world. Merely of when. He lies in wait, in deep space, drawn to deep fear and hopelessness, seeking out the most miserable life forms so that he may bring their doom.

Teletraan-1

The primary helper drone on Optimus Prime's vessel, the Ark. Teletraan-1 keeps things ship-shape, helping to run everything from the altmode scanner, to the ship's weapons, to things as simple as connecting to Earth's wifi. It gets things done quick and snappy, it understands Optimus runs a tight ship. Tragically, it never seems to run out of ship puns... Oddly enough, seems to have a strange infatuation with the bot it most interacts with, Prowl, which really shouldn't be possible with it's limited programming. Though with the Allspark so close by, who knows what could happen.

Wreck-gar (he/they/it)

A strange little bot that showed up one day after the Decepticons managed to lose the Allspark for a bit. Equipped with a vacuum on his back and a strange little noisy box the humans call an "accordion," Wreck-gar doesn't seem to know a thing about Cybertron, leaving everyone very confused on just who he is and where he came from.

The Dinobots

Wheeljack's name for the rudimentary security drones he's been planning to make. Inspired by extinct Earth Fauna of tremendous size and power that he found out about from binging Earth documentaries, and this one movie he fell asleep halfway through called Jurassic Park. No way anything this cool could go wrong on him!

[inkedmyths]

S2: E6 "No Exit"

Brought to you by I'M SORRY I KEEP FORGETTING TO POST THESE. HERE YOU GO

This episode featuring: Misogynistic tropes, Family Guy, the daddy issues continue, and Robert Smirke's 14 Fears

Silas: YAY

Kayla: hello queers and sam winchester

Compilation of Dean's dumbassery in the beginning, we love to see it

Ominous flickering lights! Great start

EWWWW GOOP

Hell is RIGHT baby bc its probably a demon or something

Oh boy mom and daughter fight

WHDHDHDHDHDHSH

Poor passerby family walking in on that

Yeah and you're young and blonde and therefore likely to get eaten by this thing, which I'm sure is the point

Melon: Oh to be born as a disposable horror movie character

ECTOPLASM

STATEPUFF MARSHMALLOW MAN EHDHDHD

WHSHSGSGSGS JUST WALKS UP TO HIM LIKE HI THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND AND DEAN'S LIKE uhhhhhhhhhhh ookay

Whshsgs yeah her moms not an idiot

Shes thinking abt stabbing u with it Dean

LOOK I GET THERE'S LIKE AN ISSUE WITH SEXISM BUT SHES SO STUPID

HAND

Anyways as I was saying its like "definitely a sexist character archetype" but also she really is stupid

Dean gonna get his hand bit or somethin just putting it in a vent w/a spirit

EWWW SCALP

Oh look another random blonde girl

Did they not check to see if there were any other blonde chicks in the building when investigating

DEAN WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING LIKE THAT??

He was fucking sleeping like that

Ah yes the tragic backstory bc of her dad dying

Ofc

Dude honey he has daddy issues out the wazoo this isn't something you want to be asking probably

Melon: Wait is she asking Dean for parent advice

Me: Asking what yhe first thing he thought of when he remembered his dad

Melon: MAAM

Me: Dean saying it was shooting bottles on a fence I Feel Like Thats A Lie

Melon: Ma’am this man exudes daddy issues in a 6 km radius at all times you really shouldn’t ask him anything about his dad

Melon: Does this look like the face of someone who was hugged as a child? No? Cause he wasn’t

Melon: Pretty sure any answer he gives could be a lie cause like I’m pretty sure the entirety of everything he’s ever done with his dad flashes simultaneously every time he remembers him.

Ohhhh so hanging people jn the field nextdoor ok that tracks

H. H. HOLMES? AMERICAS FIRST SERIAL KILLER

CLOROFORM

THE MURDER CASTLE I KNOW THIS FUCKIN GUY

Crazyyyyy

SHRIEKS THEY'RE JUST BASHING IN WALLS NOW?

LMAO DEAN

Girl u have no sense of self preservation

ALSO TIE YOUR HAIR BACK WHY ARE YOU WALKING IN SOME DINGEY ASS WALLS W/IT DOWN

HHHolmes blond girl. Joanna Beth? Isk.

ECTOPLASM

SCREAM

Time to start breaking walls

[ Crepe says to drink the ectoplasm like a milkshake. Do not do this. ]

Scratch marks..... where others have tried to get out

Oh I am not looking at the screwn while shes looking out of it bc creepy fuckers eye is gonna show up I just know it

OH THERES MULTIPLE GIRLS IN HERE

Theresa...

Rip in pieces

[ Melon appreciates the humor of using an acronym and then adding the rest of the statement. ]

Sam and Dean looking like dumbasses with their fuckin. Metal detector?

Into the sewers without delay we can't go wrong we know the waaaay

That ladder is pretty sketchy

What a creep

Ok scared him off for a sec

Dean army man crawling in a stupid little sewer

[ Melon notes that he's always felt showing someone crawling through a dark tunnel on their stomach is, in his opinion, one of the scariest things to be utilized in horror. I think there's a lot of merit in this; you can't go very fast, and you can't turn around, so if something else is in there with you... It occurs to me, that while we've warned away Melon from TMA for Prentiss reasons, I should show them MAG15. ]

WOO SPIRIT SHOOTIN

Eugg... bones...... the corpse of one of the victims

Well thats creepy as shit

Salt circled him

[ Crepe makes a reference to a Tumblr post about salt in hoola-hoops, instead of salt circles. I'm sure one of you guys could dig it up. ]

CONCRETE TRUCK LMAOOO DEAN WHERED YOU GET THAT

WHSHSHS THE AWKWARD SILENCDean stfu

LMAO

Well thats rough

[ More discussion comtinues on useful and hilarious solutions to demons and ghosts, such as holy water squirt gun, holy water humidifier, and salt infused hairspray flamethrower. ]

Like father like sons oh ma'am

Oh boy

AHAHA.

I mean I get being upset but also its stupid as hell

You can't blame someone for what their parent did thats fucking stupid

I mean I get being concerned that some traits carry over but this soecific behavior is stupid!

[ At some point around here, the episode ended. I, however, was hung up and DEEPLY offended by Jo's behavior at the very end. ]

Me: THE SINS OF THE FATHER ARE NOT THE SINS OF THE SON. BANGS HAND ON DOOR. DO YOU HEAR ME.

Melon: *cough* unfortunately pretty sure john could find a way to pass on his sins or smthn. Dudes done some weird shit

[ I rant about it a bit more. I'm so deeply, deeply offended. Then, a pivot into discussion about the monster of this ep. ]

Me: Anyways absolutely wild that the monster this ep was an irl serial killer

Me: Same energy as Robert Smirke being in the Magnus Archives

Kayla: ROBERT SMIRKE WAS REAL?

[ Needless to say, the conversation was immediately sidetracked. ]

Crepe: What did he do

Melon:

Kayla: BUILT STUFF AND ITS EVIL???

Me: WELL NOT IN REAL LIFE

Kayla: WHAT

Kayla: IS THAT A US GOV BUILDING

Kayla: HE DID BUILD REAL EVIL INK YOU LIAR

Kayla: THATS THE HIGHEST EVIL???

Me: Ok I can't argue with that actually

[ There's some more prattling about this, but I'll mainly leave you with this last thing. ]

Kayla: the us govt isnt its own fear?

Me: No that would be giving it too much credit

---

Well, needless to say, I can't say I'm a fan of Jo at this point. It's a bit frustrating, because it's very clear (to me anyways) that her characterization is the result of some annoying tropes. I can get behind the idea of her wanting to be like her father, and maybe being a bit reckless, but the treatment of her is just... idk. Really frustrating.

I probably would have been a lot more sympathetic if it weren't for that weird turn around at the end. I understand Helen seeing John in the brothers and having issues with that, but Jo? After surviving all that with them? I can understand feeling conflicted, but the way it was presented... hrgh. Irritating all around.

At least this episode had concrete truck. Keeping in theme with the TMA references, Adelard Deckard would be proud.

[leam1983]

It's the sixth of september, and I see a bunch of kids dressed in Britain's boarding school classics - cardigans with house crests, long robes, knee-high socks under gray slacks - take a seat in my auditorium, glancing upwards at the strange box that's affixed to the ceiling with a rail system. I know it as a projector, but for these kids, this object is just about as Eldritch as they come.

Once the hour rings, I take a seat on the edge of my desk, smiling at the group. "Welcome to Mortal Studies 101, or as you might know it, Mundane Technology for Wizards. I'm Daniel, I'm 41 years old and-"

The group gasps. Whispers float around the room, commenting on my apparent youth. You have to understand; most of these teens with wizard DNA live in a cloistered little ecosystem wherein you don't start to deal with pimples or liking girls or boys until you're at least one hundred. To them, an adult being in its forties is an impossibility, like a reverse Elf that's likely to croak before they so much as finish their Postgrad studies in, oh, seventy years or so.

I cough. "I'm 41, yes, and I'm not a mage, a warlock or a wizard. I'm what the Council of Wizards calls a mundane man, or a Mundane, for short. I can't harness magic-"

More whispers. They're utterly baffled. How could anyone live without the life-preserving and life-extending benefits of magic? My knowing smirk perplexes them even more. Why isn't he in constant pain? they're probably thinking.

I lightly tap my desk with my laser pointer. "To finish, I'm a Mundane, I can't harness magic, and I'll be lucky to live to a hundred years old with the proper diet, physical maintenance and mental stimulation. I, in short, tend to represent what so many wizards and witches among you tend to forget, which is that humans are, by and large, incredibly squishy."

I've got their rapt attention by now. "You break an arm? If you've got a wand, all you need is the right mnemonic focus, the right grasp on the Weave and presto, you hijack your body's homeostasis in such a perfectly precise manner generations of you have been taking it for granted. Seconds later, even a full break with bone shards jutting out of an open wound is nothing but an unpleasant memory. If I break an arm and I don't have a wizard friend around, I have to get myself to an ER - that's short for Emergency Room - and put myself in the hands of men and women that have been perfecting Wortcraft for centuries on end over countless generations, to the point where even you kiddies with all your power couldn't even dream of making sense of what can be done with bone or skin grafts - not to mention donor organs."

More whispers. I allow myself a self-satisfied chuckle. "That's without mentioning the administrative systems attached. There's healers and attendees - we call them nurses - and they need pay commensurate with their efforts, and people expect financial assistance in terms of physical injury - that gives you medical insurance which is a whole other can of worms - "

I pause. The kids look horrified. "Suffice it to say, what's an annoyance to you is no bueno for most of us. Now, for the kicker: all of you fine practitioners, with all of your grasp on the mercurial forces of Nature and the planes above and below, account for a measly 0.004% of Earth's total population. For the staggering majority of all eight billion souls on this planet, magic is nothing more than a fairy-tale notion."

The kids are pale, at this point. My smile turns softer. "I'm not saying all this to burst your bubble, mind you," I say, pausing. "No, scratch that - I actually am - because we live in an age where an entire community being completely cloistered away from the rest of the world's circumstances is unimaginable. I'm saying this because some of your friends and family will be dead and gone before you graduate. I'm saying this because it takes a tremendous amount of focus to give a familiar the capacity to endure centuries as perfectly as you do - and most of you will lose your first cats, owls and lizards in the next few years."

I nod. "Your Dean has a saying: men are of dust, and dust is needed to forge mountains. Living short lives keeps us active. It keeps us hopeful. Most of you will realize you can afford to kick it Dorian Gray style for, oh, two or three decades without harming your career prospects. For those like me, that kind of break would be career-ending and life-threatening. Our short lives put us on the Moon, and they'll put us on the surface of Mars, one day."

More gasps. One student raises a hand. "Mr. Embries says this is impossible; he says the celestial bodies are fonts of magical energies, not inert rocks suspended in a void."

I grin again. "Which is why the Ministry is giving you backstage passes for both NASA's headquarters and CalTech's Jet Propulsion labs. It's high time some of you realized that the celestial bodies are both fonts of power and tangible places in the world beyond."

Another hand comes up. "Isn't that going to remove all the wonder from the world, for us?"

I chuckle. "Not if you speak to a scientist. You'll realize you have a lot in common with them."

You teach at a magic school, but you do not teach any magic. In fact, you are not even a mage. Yet your classes are among the few that every student has to take, no matter what kind of magic they are studying.

[poltergeist-coffee]

WHY DO THINGS ONLY HAPPENS WHEN I LEAVE THE STREAM???

Is the third time, man

First that time when TazerCraft got arrested my phone died and when I came back there was just a fire (and Morse code? I don't remember rn)

Second was when the eggs disappeared and Forever was losing his mind, I WAS ON THAT STREAM FOR 6 HOURS AND CUCURUCHO ONLY SHOWED HIS FACE QHEN I LEFT HECAUSE I HAD TO PUT MY PHONE ON THE CHARGER

And now I had to leave because it was 1am and I was taking a shower

The lore hates me

Pacman duo enjoyers don't have a easy life

Timezones be damned

But I think is fun to think about them, Etoiles is the person everybody trust when it come to fight, he's basically the champion of the island, the first one in the lines of fight, the island's first line of defense(which is what made that time he lost a fight to the codes hit so hard)

And Pac? Well, among the Brazilians, he is the fighter. But if something would need someone to sacrife themselves, he would be the first to offer himself. He has a lack of sense of self-preservation honestly, he would sacrifice himself without hesitation if needed. He's scared, he's traumatized, and mostly, his miss his family being complete. When Forever got drugged he risked himself to find a cure, even if he wasn't sure if he would be okay, and when Bagi and him were talking about bbh being suspect and was giving him cake and by his point of view it looked like he was going to be kidnapped? He ate the cake regardless, Wich Bagi had to come and get him(bbh didn't even know the cake would make him sleep but from Pac pov it seemed so much like he was going to be kidnapped)

At least for me there some similarities between them and they are a fun duo in any case

The day Bobby lost his first life in the air ship I was watching Roier and Jaiden's stream. I had left to go wash my hair and I remember hearing my brother yell at me from outside the bathroom that bobby died KJNSAJKAVNS I was so confused until I got out

Most time lore happens now I miss it unless it's on a weekend because I'm a fulltime student TT the qsmp lore hates us fr, plate anon

Whenever I think of pacmanduo i think of when a bunch of the players were fighting in that ice dungeon. I remember seeing a clip of Pac being SUPER CALM like he was so chill and just chatting with etoiles like it was nothing while fighting off all the enemies and everyone else was SCREAMING jndvkas i want to find the vod to watch it again because i wasn't watching either of them when that event happened

I think its interesting that Pac is such a strong righter but like no one really mentions it? I think yesterday Etoiles mentioned that like he's on the same level as him, Philza and Roier in terms of like PVP? idk hes such a silly guy he just needs to recognize his self worth <//3 HIM AND QETOILES BOTH WITH THE SELF WORTH ISSUES!! qetoiles thinks he's nothing if he can't protect the islanders + without his code weapons and stuff. qpac is also the same that he thinks if he were to die it would be the best? like the Favela/island would lose less because he's not as valuable as the other players WHICH ISN'T TRUE!!! QPAC PLEEEEEASE!!!!

-holding them both gently in my hands- i love them. i also am never forgetting how qpac use to always flirt with qetoiles because it amuses me so much. hes so cute he's a silly guy who likes attention (qpac)