#(o: it´s also finally here AAAAAH!)

[lexsssu]

Same Anon who just started writing self-indulgent smut here! Aaaaah, I don't mind sharing my fic at all — I'd be happy to! I'm gonna send the fic name and my username in a separate ask 'cause I'm still shy/self-conscious about my writing, but I'd like to hear your thoughts on it! (No pressure though; if you just wanna read it that's a-ok!)

Also, your work is the complete opposite of cringe; the first time I came across your writing, I was like 'Holy heck this amazing!'. If you ever write an eroge, I would absolutely pre-order it, no question.

Thank you for the well wishes too! Likewise, I hope you can get out of your writing slump and enjoy writing again soon + have good times come to you in general!

P.S. I noticed you like Leon S. Kennedy. May I recommend the video of his DbD sound files on youtube to you? For absolutely innocent reasons. (Wear headphones). (1/2)

Thank you for sharing your fic! I'll read as soon as I can (*°▽°*)

Ngl it's always been one of my dreams to make my own game, particularly a VN. So, pray for me so that my muse will once again reignite and that I can finally start my own project soon (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

And thank you anon! I appreciate all the well wishes I can get (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡

Ngl I did not wear headphones at first but when the first sound came out, you bet your ass I had to pause and put some earphones on HAHAHAHAHA

I am SHOOKT but thank you for sharing this treasure (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

[enstrange]

@elsoleil

Do you remember living?

Somewhere, within the wasteland he refers to as memoir, he remembers their first spring in Tuscany. A man-made oasis nestled somewhere between the Years of Lead. That spring, he had dragged himself  from border to border only to realize there is no heaven on the other side. That in the end, all men are hopeless, all condemned to the same purgatory. And as all those deemed penurious, he kneels before the nearest cathedral and awaits an early death. He resurrects at dawn, salvation standing  before him in the form of Kaoru, smiling, veiled by the first gleam of tomorrow with a grace  he had not witnessed in decades 

“Welcome home.”  Thus he chooses his own god.

He remembers mass on Sunday mornings, Kaoru’s gospel drowned by children’s hushed laughter as they line up for communion. Before the last amen, they run out of the chapel, their white robes swaying in the wind as they race to resume playtime. Kaoru urges him to follow and for the afternoon he lives a boyhood he never had. By the time they return it is dusk, their cheeks flushed by the sun, their robes dyed of  pastures, their hands clutching onto red poppies as they bid him  farewell. After midnight, Kaoru resembles Moloch. He carves a sanctum out of his ribcage, deludes him to believe home lies somewhere between his talons. “This is home.” Despite the congregation of vultures looming outside their church every Sunday, despite the vermin puncturing his lungs while he hangs from Kaoru´s halo, despite the clamor of eidolons pleading him to beware of the false prophet. Yet he believes. (He feels sick. He feels fucking sick). 

He remembers ´heaven´, how they encapsulated eternity in two springs and three winters. A self fabricated Eden composed by pretenses of tomorrow and upheld by a delusion they called faith. During daylight, they settled in borrowed youth. During the evenings, Kaoru shrouded reality under the night mantle and offered him Arcadia. Do you miss home? “This is my home.” 

He remembers heaven, how God cast him out of it.

Do you remember dying?

In their third winter, Kaoru dragged Cain to Gethsemane. His god now draped atop a chancel as he watches how the vultures  finally descend to peck between his ribs. They had come to take him, to destroy the pseudo-sanctum he had desperately built in the span of two years. And he is crying. Clawing through soil as three men bludgeon him close to death, suffocating in his own blood and bile. Why? And he is eight again, desperately clutching onto his mother´s skirt as a plea for her to not let them take him. He will be quiet. He will be obedient. He will be good just please let him stay. Why? And he is twenty eight, reaching for Kaoru´s robe as they crack his ribs one by one, praying for pity, for salvation, for a miracle. In his last moments of consciousness, Kaoru murmurs his obituary.

“This is the answer you have been looking for.”

Thus oblivion consumed their Eden.

At 10 p.m. he wakes up in a cold sweat, heaving, his palms pressed against his ribs only to find these intact. Three decades after the fall of men, Earth rids him of every yesterday and welcomes him in the form of ‘Jaeyeon’. Twenty four, again, lost in a city he barely recognizes.The slums he grew up in now barren to concrete, morphed into a howling necropolis they may garnish in city lights yet still rots all the same. Outside his window, Seoul weeps in a last farewell to winter. He listens in silence, and prays to somehow halt his existence once more. 

Kaoru had been gone for decades, yet he plagued his thoughts every evening. In dreams, in nightmares. By the end of February, he learns Kaoru´s memoir may have left yet his soul still wanders this Earth. Twenty four, again. Degenerate, again. Even beyond this realm, he scratches at a wound Jaeyeon thought no longer existed. The first time they meet again his hand coils around his throat in horror, swears he sees him flail wildly in a futile attempt to escape (kill him, kill the traitor, kill the false prophet) only to realize he cannot do it. He cannot. 

The following days had been marred by a tense stillness between them and he begins to ponder if Kaoru is but a figment of his own delusions. He may lie to himself every night, yet reality always dawns upon him the next morning. The second time they meet, again, both find themselves hanging from the rooftop to gaze at the precipice, both shrouded by a secular solitude today may never grasp. The winter had withered Kaoru´s garden, poisoned Jaeyeon´s for another decade. From the corner of his eye, he watches him attempt to hide in the corner, bathed in a dim moonlight; he may barely  recognize his skin now flushed by the evening breeze, bruised and bandaged from their earlier encounter. All airs of grandeur he held in the past now nothing but a carcass. For a fleeting moment, guilt pricks at Jaeyeon´s gut only to be buried next to their first spring. Neither move, neither speak. Sometimes, Jaeyeon likes to believe Kaoru remembers him. He likes to believe the pitiful frown on his semblance is his doing, believe vermin gnaw at his conscience as penance, believe the happier days lie somewhere behind his sternum. That he existed.

“Thank you-” Barely audible amidst white noise. “-for not pressing charges.” No response. Cautiously, he steps close enough for his umbrellas´s brim to shield the latter.

“You should go inside, you´ll get sick if you stay out in the rain” No response.  “...Let me make it up to you. I saw your boxes still sitting outside, do you need help?”

[pokeheadcannons97]

hey there! ❤️ Could you do raihan x s/o headcanons where they're just taking care of a bunch of tiny baby dragon pokemon together heh (like maybe they just adopted a bunch of abandoned ones from the nursery LOL) (im thinking they adopted a bunch of small and cute trapinch, goomy, and dreepy heh) thank you 💕💕💕

y'all are THE dragon parents

Raihan has always adored dragon type pokemon, so now that he has a s/o that adores dragon type pokemon as much as he does? It makes his heart swell even more with adoration for you.

You had been contacted by the local nursery to see if you'd be able to foster a few dragon poke eggs from there.

Of course you and Raihan rushed at the opportunity to foster these unborn babies

Raihan went all out and bought heat lamps, and placed them all around the eggs beside your bed. He also went out and got the HEAVIEST and FLUFFIEST blankets he could find.

You checked out books at the Hammerlocke library that were heavy as heck to carry home.

The two of you studied for hours, and it had been a while since Raihan was so interested in reading since his school days. But he was a bit more engrossed than you and it made your heart melt.

You were checking the eggs after you had finished making breakfast that morning and saw one of the three eggs wiggle.

You almost fell straight on your ass and scrambled to shout from the doorway at Raihan.

"AAAAAH Rai!!!! Come here! One of the eggs is moving!"

"WHAT?!"

The rapidly approaching footsteps that got louder and closer met you in the doorway. "Let me see!"

You laughed as Raihan scampered to the eggs and he let out an excited gasp when the same one wiggled again.

A few days later the both of you got woken up from the sound of movement.

Your eyes opened and then widened when you saw all three eggs move in tandem together. When they began to wiggle more furiously you shook Raihan awake.

He looked at you sleepily until he too caught sight of the eggs moving and the two of you were there in an second.

The first one to hatch was a small, orange colored Trapinch. Its eyes still closed and making small sounds as it felt around. Its head hitting your knee and then it blinked up at you before nuzzling into your knee.

You cooed at him and then the second egg started to hatch. From the next egg, a Dreepy. She gave a large yawn and floated in the air a bit. Opening her eyes she met face to face with Raihan and then nuzzled his outstretched arm affectionately.

Raihan felt the smile grow on his face and you let out an audible gush as you held the Trapinch in your arms.

The final egg began to crack, from the last egg a small Goomy emerged. When he opened they're eyes it cowered back a little in apprehension. Eyes darting from both you and Raihan.

"Hey now, it's okay little buddy." Raihan said softly, reaching out his large palm to the pokemon.

The Goomy looked at the hand and then leaned into it and cried softly.

Needless to say you both had a bed full of baby pokemon and lunch that afternoon was very eventful.

You also ended up keeping all three babies and they rule the nest.

[one-small-nightmare]

One Small Nightmare

Based on One Small Dream by @calcium-cat

Chapter 3

A few seconds of silence passed by. The younger version of nightmare blinked and finally spoke. “who.....WHO ARE YOU GUYS?!? W-WHAT IS THIS PLACE.” He pointed at them and then saw his hand “w-wait why is my hand.....” He looked at the rest of his body. “Wait why am I covered in black goo?!? W-what did you guys do to me!?!” “W-we didn’t do anything! Don’t you remember me nightmare?? It’s me, Dream.”

“D-dream....?” The goopy skeleton said. “Yeah it’s me! Don’t you remember?” Dream replied. “You do look like my brother, but how can I be sure that your not pretending to be him?!?” Nightmare crossed his arms. “B-besides he’s not a grown up yet.” Dream tried to think what he should say. He decided to say some of the truth but if he said all of it maybe it would be too much right now. “Well s-something happened that made me a grown up...” Dream Lied about that part. “And why your all goopy is because back at the village...you were guarding our tree because I was doing something else....and then the villagers came....they...cut down the tree and you tried to save an apple but...it was corrupted and you...ate it...” Nightmare looked at Dream with some tears starting to form. “I-I ate......it?” Nightmare asked. Dream nodded with a sad expression. “then you....scared the villagers away and I tried to stop you...but-“ Dream was cut off by Nightmare starting to cry. “D-Dream *sniff* I *hic*...I’m...I’m sorry!“ Nightmare said while crying. He went over and hugged Dream tightly, his tentacles subconsciously curling themselves around them. Dream looked down at nightmare a little bit surprised but then smiled. “Nightmare it’s ok! I forgive you” Dream said with a smile. “Y-you do..?” Nightmare asked. “Of course I do!” Dream said while hugging nightmare. Nightmare wiped his tears. “*sniff* O-ok.....so then where are we.....” Nightmare asked. “We’re at....uh....our new home! With two of my friends..” Dream replied. Nightmare looked at blue and ink. Blue waved while smiling. Ink seemed to still be processing what just happened. “I don’t trust them.........” he finally said. “Don’t worry they’re good! They won’t hurt you!” Dream responded. Nightmare still looked unsure of the other two. Dream spoke “You can..um..stay in my room!” “Ok..” Nightmare replied. Night,are got of the sofa and went over to Dream. He hid behind Dream and looked at Blue and ink. He then followed Dream to his room.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that to happen...” Blue said. “Right Ink? ........Ink?” Blue looked at Ink. Ink was still staring unblinkingly. “iiinkk” Blue waved his hand in front of Ink’s face. “INK!” blue shouted. “HUH, WHAT, WHERES THE FIRE- oh” Ink said. “You were kind of zoned out” blue told him. “Oh...wait where did nightmare and dream go?” Ink asked. “They went to Dream’s room. Nightmare doesn’t seem to trust us though.” Blue responded. “Then again he hasn’t met us before so we just need to get him warmed up to us!”

Nightmare hurried to catch up to dream, his head hurt and he couldn’t remember much for some reason. Maybe he had a bad headache? “M-my head hurts.......” Nightmare finally said to Dream. “Don’t worry, You can rest in our new bedroom!” Dream replied. They walked down the hallway until they reached a white door with yellow star stickers on it. Dream opened the door and let nightmare go in first. Nightmare slowly stepped into the room looking around as Dream turned the lights on. The room was painted gold and white with a sun and moon glow in the dark sticker on the ceiling surrounded by star stickers that also glowed. He went over to the bed and sat on it, leaning on one of the pillows. “S-so you said your head hurts..?” Dream asked. “It does but I guess it’s not as bad right now. It hurts more when I try to think back on what happened before you found me. But I can’t remember anything from there......” Nightmare responded. “It’s ok, atleast we found you! And your not hurt apart from I guess a headache.”

Dream replied “I guess, but this is all really new. I don’t even know what these things do.” Nightmare lifted up one of his tentacles which where moving around by themselves. “And now I’m also covered in some weird goo and there’s two new monsters here. I thought we were the only skeletons in the village.”

“W-well I saw them one day and they’re nice and we became friends. You don’t have to worry about them!” Dream responded. “I still don’t really trust them...” Nightmare said. Dream walked over to the bed and sat next to Nightmare. Nightmare leaned on Dream. Dream had a slight smile.

Dream opened his phone and texted the star sans group chat. Hey blue, can you make some lunch for all of us including nightmare? Then he quickly added to the text Something EDIBLE. He turned off his phone and looked at his brother, who had fallen asleep. He gently placed laid his brother under the sheets and quietly walked over the door. He turned of the lights, the stickers glowed as Dream silently closed the door.

About an hour passed. Nightmare was thrashing around in the bed. A loud noise had waken him up earlier. He didn’t see Dream anywhere so he tried to go back to sleep but was unable to. He was bored anyways so he decided to get up and explore.

He opened the door a crack to see if anyone was infront of it. No one was there so he opened the rest of the door slowly and stepped outside. He found himself in the corner of the hallway. There were two ways he could go, forward and right. He decided to go forward. The hallway was pretty long with some locked doors until he found a big door. He decided to open it to see what was there, and there was a small library section there. It looked so cool!

He went inside and saw a ladder. It was hard to push but he was strong! He pushed it over to a section of a bookshelf filled with many colorful books. He climbed up the ladder as it wobbled slightly and looked through the books. He saw a book called The Moon and Sun and decided to take it along with two other colorful books. He climbed down and went to go back to the bedroom when he heard a sound coming from the other part of the hallway that he didn’t go to. Whatever was happening over there must’ve been what woke him up in the first place. He decided to leave the books on the bed and then go and investigate. He peeked from a corner and saw one of the skeletons that Dream said were some of his friends. The skeleton was wearing a short blue scarf and had blue eye lights. It looked like he was cooking something. He looked around the room until he found a skeleton with a stain on his cheek bone looking directly at him. “AAAAAH-“ Nightmare yelped while stepping back. “Hey there, Don’t be afraid!” The skeleton responded with a slight worried expression but also slightly smiling. “Ink, remember! He’s not used to us yet.” The other skeleton yelled. Nightmare ran away to him and his brother’s bedroom and closed the door. He could hear some muffled voices as he sat on the bed and turned a lamp on. He didn’t trust those skeletons, he would’ve stood his ground and been brave. It’s just that they caught him off guard is all.

He heard the bedroom door open and braced himself. He then realized that it was just his brother coming in. “Dream!” Nightmare ran over to him hugging his leg. Dream smiled. “Lunch is ready!” Dream said.

“Lunch?” Nightmare asked while looking up at Dream. “Yeah! One of my friends prepared lunch for all of us!” Dream replied.

“O-oh. I saw them earlier, one of them spoke to me.” Nightmare said. “Oh yeah, Ink said that he saw you and said hi but then you ran away.” Dream responded.

Nightmare became a bit embarrassed. “W-Well they just scared me a little bit is all. I-I wasn’t expecting him to talk to me all of a sudden.”

“Well, come on! Let’s go eat lunch!” Dream said. “O-ok..” nightmare said with a bit of an unsure expression.

He followed Dream to the dining room where the other two skeletons were waiting. The one with the blue scarf waved at him. The other one named Ink smiled at him. He sat down as Dream handed him a sandwich for lunch with a cup of orange juice. “Thank you...” he said to his brother.

Dream sat down and they began to eat. Nightmare took a bite out of the sandwhich. It was good! Then the skeleton with the blue scarf spoke to him. “Hi there!”

“H-hi..” Nightmare shyly replied. “My names blue! I made lunch for us. And this is ink, he’s the one who spoke to you earlier.” Blue said. Ink waved and then spoke. “Sorry if I scared you!”

“I-it’s ok...” Nightmare said. “I just wasn’t expecting-“ he was interrupted by him sneezing. “Bless you!” Everyone said. Nightmare was a bit embarrassed. He also coughed a little bit and sneezed again. His nose was getting stuffy. “Nightmare are you ok?” Dream asked worriedly. “I-I...I’m not sure....” nightmare felt a bit dizzy.

“Nightmare? Nightmare!” He heard dreams voice say as it faded away and he passed out.

This one is a bit of a long one but I finished it! Hope you guys enjoy :3

Also remember to go check out one small Dream!!

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[ishouldnotbhere]

HIIIII! IDK WHAT I SHOULD ASK U BUT IVE ALWAYS LIKED SEEING U ON MY DASH BC I FIND U INTERESTING SO HOW R U????

and since we met through blue lock, any favorite/s now that wasn’t a fave before considering what’s going down in the game? :D any predictions 🤨

AAAAAH omg my first asker ever!!! And oh wait oh no I totally forgot I saw that you tagged me in another post and I never responded ugh why am I like this 🤦‍♀️ I’m going to get to that right after I answer this!!!

Tbh I am a Barou stan for life and I am so PISSED about his lack of screentime in recent chapters 😤 For some reason, I have a thing for supremely arrogant people. I think it’s because their self-righteous, self-serving attitudes/behaviors are so far-removed from my own mindset, and maybe I just admire their confidence (which I sorely lack :P)

In that regard, I love Shidou so fucking much. Especially with the current state of the match. Ig I’m cheating here bc I may or may not have expressed my passion for him in the past. But it’s on another level now. Holy SHIT. The sheer balls on this guy. A menace to society. A raging gay. Canonically has the hots for Itoshi Sae. An interest that is MUTUAL, might I add. Itoshi Bae, amirite. I can’t wait for the insane smutty fanfic that’ll turn up on AO3. In fact, Shidou probably eats up A/B/O fanfic and is unashamed to admit it. Will likely end up in multiple scandals involving affairs with high-profile celebrities or cartels or the yakuza or the mafia or some shit and STILL get away with it. As in, he’ll still have fans when he gets out of prison. Forget prison. Even that cell thing Ego locked him in couldn’t contain him.

Idk what the shit this boy is doing mucking around on a soccer court when he could easily be ruining everybody else’s lives for his own pleasure. It’s just fascinating to me how a person this… like, primitive, almost? Like a raw force of nature? Is also incredibly smart, cold, and calculating. It’s the best of both worlds, brash and red, patient and blue. Ya get what I mean? I need his backstory so badly.

Tbh I have no predictions for how things are going to go down in Blue Lock D: I wish I had the brains like the other theorists in the fandom do. In a way, I’m kind of rooting for Team U20 to win, tbh. Because Blue Lock is just fresh out of training, still technically just rookies, while U20 has actual experience. It would be kinda predictable if Blue Lock actually won, although I wouldn’t be surprised if they did, considering how distinct, well-developed, and talented each of the Blue Lock members is while everyone else on U20 aside from Oliver Aiku, Shidou Ryuusei, and Itoshi Sae is just there. Everyone in Blue Lock is working in tandem at their fullest effort (regardless of how little positive/healthy/collaborative energy there is lol), while Oliver, Shidou, and Sae are single-handedly pulling the rest of their team’s weight. That can’t possibly be sustainable. I have a feeling Blue Lock will somehow pull through, break into “flow”, and take the game. (I feel bad for wishing they wouldn’t :P)

But, man. My joy at seeing everybody’s reactions, especially Rin’s and Sae’s, when Shidou achieved Flow in the final panel of the latest chapter—unparalleled.

This is so long I cry 😭 Thank you so much for asking me this question aaaaah I love you!! I’m so honored that you find me interesting 🥺 I hope you’re doing okay as well and that we get to keep talking more!!! :D And keep staying safe and healthy and content! <3

[authenticcadence18]

i had just listened to Oblivious

and well..

WOW

thanks a lot for making me burst into tears. It was so beautiful. So beautifully written (AND THE HARMONIES. OH MY GOSHDOFDKNW)

i wanted to ask tho!! what were the lyrics/phrases you had deciphered in Dan's post back in 2012? (Ive been trying to deciper them til now but i cant even clearly see one friggin word HAHHA)

AAAAAH HI ANON!!! Thank you so much!!!! That means so much to me. I’m really glad you enjoyed it🥺. (And sorry it took so long to get to your ask!!! I wanted to answer it as thoroughly as I could!!!!)

SO the lyrics I used that were from the post are as follows:

-“I wanted you”

-“and for oh s(o)”

-“I should have known; I should have said”

-“All I’m left....the thankful _____ of”

-“What could have”

-“Were always there”

-“I took for granted”

I actually found the original notes I took back in 2012 when I first found the tweet!!!!! All the lyrics with red stars by them are ones I ended up using (as you can see, my handwriting hasn’t changed a bit🤣)

ALSO!!!!! Here’s the original image from twitter with some annotations!!! I tried to find all the lyrics I used as best I could, but it’s pretty tricky....some of them are so blurry.

It’s really cool to look at this picture and see how certain final lyrics of “What Might Have Been” developed!! In the bottom right corner, for instance, you can see what eventually became the beginning of the song: “I wanted you to see me, but for so long you were blind....”

As much as I love “What Might Have Been,” there’s SO MANY great lyrical ideas in this one image alone that weren’t used in the final song (especially the “I took for granted” bit, that HURTS ME but in the best way😭). I wish there was footage of them writing the song or something, i would LOVE to watch it and hear all the ideas Dan and Madison tossed around!!!

Thank you for the ask, anon!!! Going back through these images really took me back😊

WAIT EDIT I’VE DECIPHERED ANOTHER LYRIC

Towards the top where I wrote “i wish I could decipher this one” it says: “People say I’m clever”

And. I am. I AM. EMO🥺😭 POOR PHINEAS

[moved-achilleusheart]

Incorrect Quotes but it’s me and my f/os.

》 0. 4. 9 & 0. 3. 5 ver. // Yeah I'm dating a drama queen of a mask and a doctor from the 1300's you WISH you were me, just saying 🙄💅 《

Also if this shit somehow ends up in the s / c / p tags and you see it there no you didn’t. 

All quotes were found using this generator !! although some were edited to make more sense considering the fandom and what not.

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0.4.9, during a br.each: Look at those idiots over there waltzing into those armed guards.

0.4.9: wait, THOSE ARE MY IDIOTS-

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Leus: 0.3.5 isn't talking to me.

0.4.9: Enjoy it while it lasts.

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Leus: Hold on! I’m having one of those things... a headache with pictures.

0.3.5: What the fuck?

0.4.9: They’re having an idea.

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0.4.9: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

0.3.5: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Leus, go find out if that thing can catch fire!

0.4.9: You're a bad influence.

0.3.5: And you don't know your sayings.

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0.4.9: What are you writing?

Leus: The found / ation wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

0.3.5, looking over Leus's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

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0.4.9: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out 0.3.5's birthday invitations.

Leus: Well, what are they supposed to say?

0.4.9: "0.3.5's birthday".

Leus: So, what do they say instead?

0.4.9: "0.3.5’s bi".

Leus:

Leus: Works out either way.

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0.3.5: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. 0.4.9 has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.

Leus: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don’t want to be at?

0.3.5: I knew you’d understand.

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Leus: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

0.3.5, blushing: Okay.

0.4.9: It's fucking summer.

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0.3.5: Can we go out to get icecream?

Leus: Did you ask 0.4.9?

0.3.5: They said no.

Leus: Then why did you ask me?

0.3.5: They're not the boss of you.

Leus, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

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0.4.9: Leus, get that hideous thing out of the room, would you?

Leus: 0.3.5, 0.4.9 wants you to get out of the containment cell.

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0.3.5: 0.4.9 gave me a get better soon card.

Leus: That's sweet!

0.3.5: I wasn't sick, they just think I can do better.

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0.4.9 to Leus: First rule of a br / each, Darling... don’t ever let them know where you are.

0.3.5, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

0.4.9: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

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0.3.5 & Leus:*Playing video games*

0.4.9: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to preform?

0.3.5: *silence*

Leus: *silence*

0.4.9, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you?

0.3.5 & Leus in shame: Yeah...

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0.3.5: The results are in, I’m afraid you have updog… 0.4.9: What’s updog? 0.3.5: Leus! Get in here, I told you I could do it!

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0.3.5: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Leus way. 0.4.9: Isn't that the wrong way? 0.3.5: Yes, but it's faster.

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Leus : Hi. 0.4.9: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell them? Leus : I did. 0.4.9: And what did they say? Leus : “Thank you.” 0.4.9: You’re totally welcome. What’d they say? Leus : They said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and 0.3.5 said, “Thank you.”

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[o-pandora-o]

Cat MC

Please bear in mind some spoilers in the game and in the event (The Devil’s Riddle).

You were looking for a book Satan asked you to find inside his room and accidentally you were tripped on a big book with a cat cover and suddenly….. You turned into a cat……How would the demon boys react?

Please bear with my writing this is the first shit I’ve done I’m so sorry if it’s bad.

Lucifer:

 You were going outside Satan’s room to find help and you saw Luci roaming in the hallway. You made a small cry and he noticed you.

“Did Satan keep a cat? no worries I shall just open this matter to him” he said with a serious look on his face.

He was going to go away until you put a paw to his shoe. He made a glare and you fought his glare with a louder cry and so he replied “This cat got nerves”

“No can do, I do not own you nor I do not want any problems with any of my brothers so go back to Satan’s room now” When he left, you followed him to his room “this cat really got nerves to follow me here” he said.

Suddenly he got a call from Diavolo asking for an urgent meeting with him.

“If you really want to be with me then so be it, it seems you like me more than my brother, but I have matters to attend to.” he pats your head and you let out a small cry (saying like a goodbye or something).

 You decided to sleep on his bed while waiting for him.

 He came back when it’s already midnight.

 He saw you on his bed curled up like a ball (you were turned back to normal)

He put a blanket to cover you up and placed a small peck on your forehead.

 “Being a cat was fun” he heard a small mumble from you as you turn on the other side.

Mammon:

All right, you tumbled on this boi while he was looking for goods inside his house to sell.

You made a loud meow as you are stopping him from stealing goods

“D----AAAAAH!” Mammon screamed the top of his lungs.

“Who dare meows at THE GREAT MAMMON!” he says as you rolled your eyes at him. “Ooooh maybe I can sell this ca—OUUUCH!“ you hissed and lightly bit his hand as he picked you up “I was joking! Joking I tell you! Sheesh this cat” he put you down.

“So where is yer owner cat?” he asked, you rubbed your fur onto him and put your paw on his foot.

“That’s right! No one can stand THE GREAT MAMMON! Look you are already fascinated by my greatness” he said while you rolled you eyes.

“I have an idea!!” He took you and put you on top of his bed “Stay there till I get back!” he took a picture of you using his D.D.D.

You didn’t know he posted a picture of you while with the description “LOST CAT CONTACT MAMMON THE GREAT p.s give 10000 Grimm as reward”.

Yep, Mammon will be Mammon.

He came back late, it seems he had gone to the casino “TODAY’S MY LUCKY DAY! I WON THE JACKPOT WOHOO NOW I CAN BUY THOSE SHOES AND SUIT, it seems you are a lucky cat after all!”.

 When he was busy counting Grimms, it was already midnight. Suddenly pink smoke was covering you and he saw it “Wait what’s happening?!”he said as the smoke was cleared he saw you. 

“MC! You were the cat?!”

“Yeah it was me! Thanks for letting me stay in your room though” you said

“That’s right! Haha! The GREAT MAMMON always to the rescue haha” sweat drops

“I gtg to my room, I’m so sleepy cya Mammon thanks again!” you said as you left.

Bonus:

Early in the morning you came to Mammon’s room while you said “Mammon! Why did you post me being lost in exchange for grimm?!”

“Uh I can explain you see, I forgot to delete it and bye!” he said as he run off of bed.

Leviathan:

“Is that what I think it is?” he mumbled as he was supposed to be going out to refill his rations

Sucre Frenzy’s lead member recently had a jet black cat, which was similar to the color of your fur.

“Nah maybe it’s just lost, wandering in the house” he said while he left to buy 2 months’ worth of food.

You saw and heard what he said so you decided to go to his room and wait for him.

You were looking around the place until-

When he came back he saw you looking at Henry 2.0 and he thought you were going to eat him “NONONONO! Don’t eat my one and true friend!” whilst you gave him a quizzical cat look.

“AHHH! I got no time for this, I should open up the new Multiplayer game I bought aaaaah where is MC? Damn I need to play it now” he said while preparing his newly bought game, he messaged you in his D.D.D waiting for an answer. You went to the other controller and pressed play.

“Wait what that was for MC! I should restart this” when he was reaching for the menu button, you put your paw on his arm. ”Wait are you telling me not to restart?” you cried out a meow.

You played the new game with him and he was amazed, “Woah this cat is amazing it can play games! I’m gonna name you Henry 3.0!” and you gave him a doubtful look while you continue to play the new game he bought until midnight.

You landed the final blow to the last boss on the game and when Levi turned around pink smoke was covering you.

 You were turned back into human! “OMG MC you were a cat? lolol so cool”

“This is my magical power! Lunaria, Wisteria, Primrose, Peony! Through the power of the flower I’m pretty as can be! I’m the magical mysterious MC!” you said as you pecked his cheeks.

“Watch out! I might steal your heart!” you wink leaving him flustered.

Satan:

He was looking for you inside his room, he was going to tell you that he found the book that you were helping him find.

“MC?? Hey MC? That’s weird, I swore she said that she was inside my ro—“Satan couldn’t finish his sentence when he found a small black cat lying around with his books.

“How did you get in here. Are you hungry? Do you want some food?”

Satan was excited he looked like a smol boi waiting for his Birthday present.

After a day full of feeding you, taking care of you and even took pictures of you like a cat mom flexing he decided that it’s time to set you free.

“If you stay here for too long your owner might be missing you”

You brushed your fur against his leg and he knelt down and brushed his hand on your head.

 “Well I guess you could stay it’s pretty dark anyways”.

Satan carefully picked you up and took you to his bedroom and he put you down beside his pillow and let you fall asleep.

Not that he totally forgot about you though

When you both woke up it seems like you were back to normal and you saw Satan smirked.

“Good morning my lil kitten” definitely knows that you were the cat.

Asmodeus:

You went out of Satan’s room hoping to get help from someone and suddenly Asmodeus hurryingly going out of his room.

You followed Asmodeus while crying out a small meow. Apparently, he didn’t heard your cry for help.

He went to your room (as you followed him there) “MC! We need to go to the ma—oh she isn’t here” when he stopped you let out a loud cry and he finally noticed you.

“Awh what are you doing here? Were you lured here by my charm?” he said

“My, my, you have such a nice fur compared to other kitties seems like you also got the charm! And it doesn’t look like you don’t shed too much fur! I have a great idea! I’ll take you to the mall with me, you will be my new pet! Let’s share our charm to the entire world!” he said as he picked you up and took you outside.

After a day full of shopping, salon, taking pictures, and buying more stuff, you both went home before curfew.

He went to have some dinner while you run off to your room.

After dinner he was busy taking his stuff out of the bags you two bought

On midnight he noticed you were not in his bedroom, he went to search for you and seen you on your room “Oh little princess why are you in MC’s room? Speaking of MC I didn’t even see her during dinner and she isn’t even here.” and suddenly pink smoke was covering your body and suddenly you were turned back to normal.

“I never knew you could be a majestic cat MC,waaaah I really missed you” he said that while cuddling you.

“Now that I’m here why don’t we sleep in your bed?” you saw him smirk.

“No funny business alright? Being a cat is really tiring!” you said to him.

“Alright, alright! Just let me hug you” he said. “Fine” you replied while he pecked your lips and went to bed.

Beelzebub:

You hid from everyone until it was late night. You were hungry so you went to the kitchen hoping to find some food on the table but you were unlucky enough to find none.

You saw some unopened chips on the countertop so you jumped and grabbed it using your mouth. You tried to open the chips with your claws and your mouth but you failed.

Beel saw you in the kitchen and said “Do you want this? Hmm I don’t really know if chips are good for cats though”.

You nod and he opened the chips for you, you thanked him by crying out a meow.

When the chips was open you bite some and gave it to Beel, “Oh thanks” he replied as he pats your head.

As you two were eating, the clocked reached midnight.

A magical pink smoke appeared around you. You were turned back to normal.

“Wha- MC I didn’t know you have the power to turn into a cat!” Beel said as he kept eating chips.

“No wait I don---ah why bother btw thanks for the chips“ you pecked his cheek while you went upstairs to sleep.

Belphegor:

You were in shock of what happened and decided to ask your S/O, Belphie for help. You went to his bedroom to see himself napping as usual.

You did everything you can, meowing, hissing, carefully scratching his bedside, pouncing on him, putting your paw on his nose, and still nothing.

Nothing can wake up this boi

You gave up and tried to wait for him to wake up but you fell asleep beside him instead.

Cue Beel going to his room and found you two sleeping “Cute” he said.

After 2 hours Belphie woke up and saw a cat beside him. At first he was shocked but eventually he stroked the cat’s fur lightly not waking it up and soon began to sleep again.

You both woke up the next day with you lying down on the cold floor well at least you ain’t a cat anymore eh?

[magpieinthemorning]

Up next for rage blogging a netflix show as I watch it: Next in Fashion

- Omg everybody’s outfits and their personalities!!! <3 <3 <3 It’s really painful that every episode someone gets eliminated because they are all so amazing.

- Really hated Isaac’s attitude, though, and the dynamics that resulted from pairing him with Nasheli. She deserved so much better! She would have done so much better with another partner! It was extremely unfair to her.

- I especially loved Carli and Daniel’s pantsdress in ep 1 - I really wish I could wear it! :O

- Painful watching Hayley and Julian - he was such a character and I would have liked to see more of both of their work, but they just did not fit together. No surprise at all that the teams who know each other well and have worked together a lot already are the most successful. 

- In the streetwear competition, on a scale from 1 to 10, how racist was it that both of the teams chosen as the bottom two had the only Black women, and the only Black people left in the competition? In streetwear? Seriously? Bless guest judge Kerby Jean-Raymond. The show is edited and scripted to be extremely emotional (literally people are crying all the time, it’s fantastic), but at that point, when he decided to walk out, I truly felt it so much. Love him. Love Kiki and Farai, who are constantly being judged much harsher than the other contestants. Thankfully here the “nobody gets eliminated” move was used for good, and not to keep in boring old white guys like in Blown Away ... because there are no boring old white guys in this show! Yay! :D

UPDATE 1:

Ep. 5 - I’m not that interested in underwear, but I really enjoyed all the boxer shorts for the women’s looks. And Angel’s men’s look was amazing! I wish they would have shown it without the jacket. There was way too much focus on the made-up bra support issue. Women actually like to feel comfortable, and wasn’t it interesting that both of the all-women teams made bras without wires ... maybe because they know how uncomfortable that shit is?! So yeah ... :-/ To be honest it felt like a setup that the tops MUST have underwire and pushup. (That’s so 90′s though?) The judges didn’t ask Farai and Kiki’s model how she felt in it, like they asked one of the others, they just straight up decided to hate their creation because of the missing underwire. They acted so rude when they were looking closer at their design, the whole “What’s this?!” and pawing right under the model’s boobs. :/ Also I didn’t like Claire’s attitude and being angry that nobody was eliminated last time - so she’d have preferred if her own team was eliminated? And guess what ... 

Ep. 6 - Claire and Adolfo were eliminated, so maybe it taught her a lesson to not throw her own people under the bus? Or not ... I don’t know, it was somehow interesting how she stressed her Asian half at the end (in the speech about how she is still to be taken seriously even though she is small and half Asian), as if she wanted to distance herself from her Blackness, and look away from how racist the elimination process was? I may be reading too much into it - I’m also mixed race and really interested in how other mixed race people experience it. Still impressive that Claire and Adolfo got so far without having worked together before, if I’m not mistaken. Btw one of the judges went out of their way to compliment the unfinished edges on one look, while it had been so harshly criticized when Farai and Kiki did unfinished edges on the streetwear challenge. Sigh. All the looks in this challenge were really great, and I guess that says something about my own style ... \m/ 

I don’t know if I want to keep watching, because the judges are so irritating (sorry Tan :( ) and the elimination part is so stressful ... But I also want to see more amazing clothes and how these amazing people make them in such a short time!

UPDATE 2:

Ep. 7 - Nooo, Angelo ... It was totally fair that he was eliminated for his grave lack of technical skill, I just loved watching him on the show so much. Together with Charles they were unstoppable and complemented each other so well, but apart? ;___; Same with Carli, together with Daniel they were awesome. I could relate a lot to wanting to quit instead of finishing something half-assed. :/ So nice that other contestants were looking out for her. It felt a bit more relaxing to watch now, although the stakes keep getting higher and the contestants fewer, but it seems like they are being judged more fairly now that Anti-Black racism is off the table lmao ... Sigh, I’d really love to watch arts and crafts contests with only Black judges and contestants. + I adore Adidas and wear way too much of it, but cringe at Jo Aberg’s heavy Swedish accent, haha (I used to live in Sweden and way too many of them go around telling foreigners that Swedes don’t have an accent when they speak English *eyeroll*).

Ep. 8 - Daniel seems like such a genuinely nice and caring person, so it’s kind of okay that the white guy stayed in the game over the two Asian guys. Charles on his own was perhaps missing Angelo’s pizzazz ^^ ... I liked Marco and his stuff a lot, and it seemed a bit like a setup here, too, that they criticized his design for being “too costumey” (I kind of hate that word now thanks to this series) and he got thrown off, instead of just doing his thing the way he wanted it, regardless of whether he would be eliminated for it.  Kind of “pro wrestling” that Minju was so freaked out by the challenge and then she made the best look hands down. Loved it! Especially with the leather band/harness - I don’t get why they criticized it. Overall I was a bit disappointed in all the other looks, because I like a lot about military style, but very few except Minju used the kind of stuff that I like. I didn’t really like Angel’s look that much - the concept was amazing, but that coat seemed a bit awkward to wear and I’m a bit confused about why everyone liked it so much, but maybe I just don’t get that about fashion. Happy for her though! Many of her other looks have been really great. + Judge Elizabeth’s crooked tie drove me bonkers. WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE FASHION WHEN YOUR TIE DOES NOT COVER YOUR TOP BUTTON. lol

UPDATE 3: SEMIFINALS

I’m happy for Minju and Daniel and can’t wait to see them in the finale! I liked Ashton’s looks so much! I’d love to wear the women’s top (and maybe I will try to sew something similar for myself :-p). Loved the reference to hakama - I thought he made all the right choices of what to adopt from the inspiration. A bit bummed that he got eliminated, especially since he was so community oriented when he talked about what it would mean for him to win.  I squealed when I heard Angel’s inspiration, Tibetan horse racing! Here I felt like the looks were a bit far off from the inspiration. But they looked so gorgeous. Maybe if she’d used the bleach lace pattern (on the edges for example) it would have been even more amazing. The women’s look was so great! Though I was a bit concerned about the crotch exposure :D Overall maybe Angel didn’t need the win so I guess it’s fine that she got eliminated. I’m a bit confused about why they were so in awe about Daniel’s looks. Both of the looks were really nice and clean, but I didn’t think they were all that interesting or innovative, and the message was a bit simplistic. And I literally made a similar quilt a few months ago, so I can’t really agree with the “it’s NEVER been done before” sentiments. I’m really looking forward to his stuff in the finale though! For Minju I felt the same, it was great, but I couldn’t really relate to how they thought it was so new and fresh. The men’s pant length would have surely gotten her eliminated if she’d been Black, haha. Can’t wait to see what she makes in the finale - I’ve loved almost everything she did so far.

UPDATE 4: FINALE!!!

OMFG MINJU!!!!! YAY!!!!! Aaaaah, her collection was so beautiful and fun! And all women’s looks! It was so nice!  It was so nice that Minju’s sister also realised that she had held Minju back creatively and that it was wrong to do that. I didn’t read spoilers about the ending, and kept nervously thinking that it wouldn’t surprise me if Daniel the white guy won the entire competition, but then Minju won and Daniel was so happy for her! <3 <3 <3 I cried so much!

[soveryanon]

Reviewing time for MAG170 TTwwwTT

- I’m so glad about the fact that we finally got Martin’s own words regarding his overall life, because aaaaah!! It was long overdue!! The only information about him and his past so far had been given through Jon’s stalking in season 2 (discovering his poetry and that he was writing letters to his mother, forcing him to confess to his lies… and learning that Martin had lied on his CV and didn’t have a master’s, that he had dropped out of school at 17 to support his sick mother) and Elias snapping and torturing him in MAG118 (revealing that Martin’s father had left the family when he was a kid, that Martin’s mother refused to see Martin and hated him because of how closely he had grown to look like his father), plus a few glimpses at what his current life was in MAG022 when he gave Jon his statement. In season 4, we learned that his mother had died through Basira and Jon, and Martin didn’t express anything on the matter until MAG158 – when he explained himself and his state of mind during Jon’s coma. But Martin’s feelings on his own background, on his own life from before the Institute had remained mostly oblique information, provided secondhand.

- And that was a very clever title! “Recollection”, as in: Martin remembering bits of himself, technically picking himself back together until he was able to make a breach into the domain’s effect, and Jon coming to collect his Martin back.

- I spent a good portion of the episode wondering whether it was The Lonely or The Spiral’s domain, though The Lonely became apparent with the fog the special flavour of Martin-feeling-alone-and-lonely. We had seen various shades of depersonalisation and/or people losing themselves in The Lonely (the crowd in MAG048, the masks replacing faces in MAG108, the impersonal setting in MAG150), and we had even seen how it had affected Martin’s short-term memory in MAG159:

(MAG159) ARCHIVIST: … Martin…! [QUICKER FOOTSTEPS] MARTIN: [DISTANT, VOICE ECHOING] Jon…? ARCHIVIST: I… I’m here, I–I came for you. […] Martin…! He’s gone, Martin. He is gone. MARTIN: [DISTANT, VOICE ECHOING] His only wish was to die alone. ARCHIVIST: Tough…! Now, listen to me, Martin. Li–listen… MARTIN: [DISTANT, VOICE ECHOING] Oh, hello, Jon.

… I feel like the different loops of Martin forgetting and losing his memories/himself, cycling back to “Oh, hello!” to the tape recorder could have very easily made me scream in frustration, but instead I was gasping every time, it worked very well on me:

(MAG170) MARTIN: [VOICE ECHOING SLIGHTLY] … Oh! Hello. [CHUCKLE] What are you? Do I… do I know you? Eh…! I can’t… [SHUFFLING] [CREAKING] I can’t tell through the fog, sometimes. You feel… n–not “friendly”. “Familiar”? [CREAKING] The shape of you in my hand… I talk to you, don’t I? We talk. What do we… what do we say? … I can’t quite… […] … No… What, what was I saying? [CREAKING] I don’t… [PLASTIC RATTLING] But you remember! You store them, I suppose. Keep, keep stuff locked up in those little wheels. That’s memory, isn’t it? Computers used to be like you; big, whirring things with loads of… uh, tape. They call that “memory”. But it’s not; not, not really, it’s just numbers and… and… [SHUFFLING] Maybe you’re blank as well, same as me. [PAUSE] Are you…? Can you remember what I’ve already said? ‘Cause I… [CREAKING] I–I can’t, the words, they keep creeping away? Like… like, like when I, when I try to think back, to focus… hum… focus on, hum… [STATIC RISES] [CREAKING] [STATIC FADES] MARTIN: … O–oh! Oh. Hello! What are you? [SHUFFLING] I can’t quite… see. [CREAKING] You feel… familiar. Do I… know you, do we talk? I hope so, eh! It’s good to talk with people, it’s… hum. […] MARTIN: Oh! Oh, hello, eh! [CREAKING] Who are you, then? Mmhm. [PLASTIC RATTLING] … Hm! I can’t quite make out, uh… a tape recorder? Eh! I can’t remember the last time I used a–…! [CREAKING] [CHUCKLE] Blast from the past! Familiar… Well: it’s good to have someone to talk to. Otherwise you can go strange…! You… I–I don’t… Hum. What was I saying…? […] MARTIN: Oh. Oh, hello! [CHUCKLE] What’s this? Wow, retro! What are you up to, little buddy, just… listening? Eh, that’s okay. It’s nice to have someone to talk to…! [CREAKING] Maybe you can keep a better handle on things than me. It’s this fog, you know? Makes it so hard to see…! … What was I saying? […] MARTIN: Oh, he–, hello, eh! What are you? [STATIC FADES] Huh…! Didn’t even know I had a tape recorder. Do you still work, or…? [PLASTIC RATTLING] Hm! Yeah, it seems like you’re running all right…! […] … What was I saying? Ah, s–sorry. [CREAKING] [CHAIR SCRAPES] [GROAN] It’s just this chair, it’s so hard to concentrate when you’re uncomfortable, isn’t it? [SIGH] [CREAKING] [SHUFFLING] [STATIC RISES] MARTIN: Now, I think… Hey, hang on. Where did you come from. A tape recorder…! [STATIC FADES] [CHUCKLE] What, you want me to give you a statement, I– … [STATIC INCREASES] … Why…?

Martin ;___;

There was a lot of static during key moments so, from its regular appearance in the episode (static rising and fading before Martin’s “Oh, hello!” upon re-discovering that there was a tape recorder with him), my understanding is that: no, the tape recorder wasn’t doing anything in these moments, but was capturing The Lonely wiping Martin’s memories and “resetting” him. Since we still don’t know what the tape recorders are and what they do exactly, it’s possible that this one was in fact actively bringing Martin’s attention back to itself (compelling him to pay attention), but it feels more like the regular use of the recorder “catching” that there is something supernatural happening around (monsters/avatars/Leitner excerpts/supernatural stuff mentioned in a statement, or supernatural stuff happening “live”, such as Jon’s compulsion or Elias using his powers).

- I like that this place was nondescript enough and “familiar” enough to bring to mind various elements of Martin’s life: the fog (Peter’s influence on him for a year, Martin’s own trip to The Lonely), the “smell” that Martin had at first trouble identifying (earth from his grandfather’s funeral, but also almost “chemical”: like a care home, a hospital), somewhere where “the logs in the fireplace are damp from the mist” (unlike the cosy cabin in Scotland with Jon… and the fact that Martin couldn’t start a fire here was extremely ironic considering that he has been described by Alex as someone who had to learn to stop “putting himself on fire to keep other people warm”). And of course a big, empty, repetitive house would be perfect to make people feel disconnected and lonely! Given that geography doesn’t work anymore but that domains still seem tied to it (Jon mentioned that they were closed to Kinloss Barracks in MAG163, hence the Trench), is it possible that this one used to be a Lukas Mansion? Moorland House was in Kent (so South-East from London, not North like they’ve been coming from), but… geography in this new world.

(MAG170) MARTIN: I can’t see through the fog, and it… it smells! [SNIFF] [CREAKING] What… what is that? Damp, sort of… chemical, almost. [SNIFF] I don’t like it. Why does my house smell like that, it… it can’t be my house…! [CREAKING] No, no – no, my, [SNIFF] my–my house doesn’t smell like this, my house smells… sm–smells different! … It’s sort of weird, isn’t it? [CREAKING] A smell can trigger memory so… powerfully. Like this one; it, it–it makes me think of… [INHALE] Hm. [INHALE] Hm. I, I don’t know. Is it a person? A place? No, no; people, people don’t smell like that. […] Because you left [your mother] to rot in– … Wh–where did she go? She didn’t like it, I didn’t like it. It s–, it smelled… It smelled like… [SNIFF] […] It, it’s so cold, and, and the logs in the fireplace are damp from the mist. I don’t know how I’d even light them; and they, they smell really bad, like… like wet dirt…! It makes me think of… Hm. […] It was, it was a horrid, drizzly morning, that day, and they put [my grandfather] in the ground, and he… he smelled like earth…! Cold, damp soil.

* Additional: the clock, ticking in the background, is now a familiar detail when it comes to Martin. There was one in Jon’s hospital room (so, we heard it when Martin begged him to wake up in the season 4 trailer, too), and there is one in Elias’s office (MAG048, MAG092, MAG102, MAG116, MAG120), which might have been the same place where Martin sat and worked for a good part of season 4 with a clock in the background (MAG126, MAG142, MAG151, MAG154, MAG156). So, as Martin took over Elias’s rule to run the Institute in practice (since Peter was useless), he acquired the ticking-clock background noise – except the one we heard in MAG170 was so fast-paced that it gave a feeling of relentlessness and unease. (I think that was 100 BPM? Way too fast, too stressful, not comfortable.)

* Speaking of uncomfortableness: the friggin’ chair(s), especially, were home care/hospitals-canon typical, so could have been an echo of Martin’s experience:

(MAG170) MARTIN: [CHAIR SCRAPES] Not a comfortable chair, of course…! No–none of them are, here, I’ve, I’ve been all over this house looking for a nice place to sit! I… think. … Is that what I was looking for? […] This… [CREAKING] This chair, oh! [CHAIR SCRAPES] Really isn’t comfortable. I had a look around for better places to sit. Did I… tell you that? [CREAKING] But it’s, it’s a big house. My house, I… think, eh! And nowhere comfortable. […] I just… [CHAIR SCRAPES] I wish I had comfortable chairs…! [INHALE] Would be nice to have somewhere relaxing to sit down…! […] All the cool poets love a bit of tape hiss, right? … Maybe find somewhere different to sit, though. [CHAIR SCRAPES] I hate these chairs…! I don’t even know where I got them. […] What was I saying? Ah, s–sorry. [CREAKING] [CHAIR SCRAPES] [GROAN] It’s just this chair, it’s so hard to concentrate when you’re uncomfortable, isn’t it? [SIGH] […] I, I had to go and have a sit-down, okay? I just… [SHUFFLING] [CHAIR SCRAPES] I just wish I had thought to buy some nicer chairs…!

Except for his arrival in the room (we hear him approach at the start of the episode), I think that Martin was sitting down every time he experienced a new cycle? The Lonely directly bought Hades’s Chair Of Forgetfulness, uh.

I love how the tiny detail of Martin being uncomfortable with the chair seemed to encompass so well his general struggle with the place: as long as Martin wasn’t entirely comfortable with the house and what it had to offer… he was still resisting it in some way, he was not fully becoming a part of it? Or, alternatively: Martin not being able to fully rest, and returning (again and again) to the fact that the chair wasn’t comfortable could encompass the fact that it wasn’t clear whether he was supposed to rule the Domain, or be one of its victims? Anyway, it tied in nicely with the restlessness of the clock – Martin sounded like he was in a transitional (mental and physical) space, not fully tipping in one direction or the other, until he made the choice of rejecting this place fully.

- Regarding the chronology of Martin’s backstory, OUFT, it is… very harsh.

(MAG118) ELIAS: Your mother. MARTIN: [BREATHES SHARPLY] ELIAS: She’s always been… “difficult”, hasn’t she? You take care of her for years, feed her, clean up after her and now, with her condition degrading even further, she is the one that asked to move into a home, to have it left to the nurses! She is the one that refuses your visits. MARTIN: Sh– she’s always been– ELIAS: Strong-willed? Stubborn? No. No, Martin; you know the reason. Your mother… simply hates you. You just don’t know why! It’s not your fault. Though I know that isn’t any consolation, it’s just bad luck, really. How old were you when your father left? Eight? Nine? When you mother began to sicken and he decided he was done with you both. Not old enough to remember him with any great clarity, especially when your mother refused to keep any pictures of him. She never recovered from that betrayal. He just tore her heart right out!, and took it with him. The thing is, though, Martin: if you ever do want to know exactly what your father looked like… all you have to do~ is look in a mirror~ MARTIN: [HEAVY BREATHING] ELIAS: The resemblance is quite uncanny: the face of the man she hates, who destroyed her life, watching over her; feeding her; cleaning her; looking down on her with such pity– MARTIN: [RAGGED] Shut! Up! ELIAS: Do you want to know what she sees when she looks at you? [STATIC INCREASES]

(MAG170) MARTIN: Oh, I, I met someone! Did I tell you? He’s… [SHUFFLING] I, I don’t know. I like him. He doesn’t like me, though. Not really. I don’t blame him. I don’t like me sometimes, and I am me! Plus, he’s… he’s my, my boss? Is that right? [CREAKING] Ei–either way. It’s probably for the best? Wouldn’t really be appropriate, eh…! You don’t need to worry, I’m not doodling his name on my desk or anything, eh! He’s, uh… […] I started lying on my CV, did I tell you that? I didn’t want to. I, I mean, I tried to be a good person, but we’re really up against it, and I… and I–I know they’re going to find me out, I just know it…! They’ll ask something, or I’ll say something stupid, and then, th–then they’ll know. They’ll know, and then… […] Rest a bit when Mum’s asleep. Did I tell you about my mum? [SHUFFLING] [LOWER VOICE] We should try to keep quiet, actually, you know; make sure not to wake her. The drugs, they, they hit her pretty hard, but… if you make enough noise and she wakes up, and… and yeah. It’s not good. Not a good time, eh! [CREAKING] I, I know she loves me; I, I know she does. But that doesn’t make it easy. There’s always so much to do, and I’m always forgetting something. … I do try, you know? I mean, I really try to keep on top of things, but I’m just… I’m just so forgetful, and she… She… [CREAKING] Sometimes, I… wonder if I forget things on purpose….! Easier not to think about them, I guess. Easier to just… let them slip away. They can’t hurt you if you don’t think about them…! They can’t shout at you or call you names. And I always think of Mum’s face when I’ve done something wrong, and I… Wait. [CREAKING] Wait, I don’t… Her face, I… I don’t remember her face…! Did… did she have a face? D–don’t, don’t be stupid, Martin, of course she had a face! You just can’t remember it ‘cause… ‘cause you’re a bad son! Because you left her to rot in– … Wh–where did she go? She didn’t like it, I didn’t like it. It s–, it smelled… It smelled like… [SNIFF] […] At least I’ve got a job now. Did I tell you I’ve got a job? […] Did I tell you I’ve been writing poetry? N–nothing much really, just fragments, thoughts. I haven’t written anything like it since I was a teenager, but… my new job is a lot, and… I don’t know. Something about that place, it just… It makes me feel weird? But… the sort of weird you just have to… get out somehow. […] When I was nine, my grandad died. Did I tell you that? I went to the funeral and the coffin was so… shiny…! It was already sealed. But on top, there was a photo of a… young man. Someone who looked almost like my grandad, but… it, it wasn’t him. It wasn’t… [CREAKING] finished? Not yet. No, and… and I suddenly began to panic, because I–I was trying to remember what he looked like, his, his face, but I couldn’t do it…! And I knew I’d never see him again. He loved me, and I couldn’t even remember his face…! It was, it was a horrid, drizzly morning, that day, and they put him in the ground, and he… he smelled like earth…! Cold, damp soil.

… So Martin’s grandfather died shortly after (?) Martin’s father left him and his mother. We could already suspect that Martin didn’t really have more family members around him, or at least wasn’t close to any (someone would have helped or tried to support him when he was just 17?), but it confirms that when Martin was 8-9, he lost a lot: his father left, his grandfather died, and his own mother became his responsibility. Martin…

(I’m a tiny bit sad that it seems like Martin’s mom was extremely toxic and abusive towards him from early on (and that he was slightly in denial about it), because from the information we had so far… it had seemed to me like a gradual process, rooted in her illness? Sick parent closing in on themselves and becoming toxic because of their own losses and bitterness? But no, it seems like she had been awful to Martin for a long time, possibly already in his childhood…)

- ;; Honestly, since Martin mentioned his money-problems even before his mother’s health failing, and how deeply and heavy the self-sustaining issue seemed to weight on his mind, I’m surprised The Buried didn’t try to get its hands on him, given its knack for crushing debts and financial difficulty.

- Oh gods, it also answered why Elias hired Martin. We knew it had been Elias’s decision, Martin had mentioned it in season 2:

(MAG056) MARTIN: Okay! Okay. Okay. Just… just… promise you won’t… fire me. ARCHIVIST: … fire you…? Fine! MARTIN: I… … I lied on my CV. ARCHIVIST: … What? MARTIN: I don’t have a Master’s in parapsychology, I don’t even have a degree. When I was 17, my mom, she… had… she had some problems, and I ended up dropping out of school, t– trying to support us. I tried everything, but no one was hiring. So I… I just kinda started to lie on my applications, sending them out to just about anywhere. For some reason, my lie about parapsychology got me an interview with Elias and, and then a job here. M– most of my employment details are made up, I’m only 29!

(MAG084) ELIAS: You have some experience in the field, I believe. MELANIE: Well, yes, but… MARTIN: I mean, that doesn’t actually, er, make her qualified. ELIAS: [POINTEDLY] Formal qualifications aren’t everything, Martin.

(MAG158) MARTIN: I… When I first came to you, I thought I had lost everything. Jon was dead, my mother was dead, the job I had put everything into had trapped me into spreading evil, and I… I really didn’t care what happened to me.

(MAG170) MARTIN: … At least I’ve got a job now. Did I tell you I’ve got a job? I mean, the interview was weird, I… I don’t really remember the man who talked to me. Just his eyes. They stared at me; th–through me, and… and, I–I knew that he knew what I’d done. God, I…! I was so scared, but… but then he smiled and shook my hand…! What was his name? [CREAKING] He said I “had the job”…! [CHUCKLE] That he “looked forward to working with me”! … I was still so scared I could barely move my arm…! I was so terrified I’d let him down…! [STATIC RISES] And then I met Jon, and I…

eLIAS, GODSDAMNIT…

(When season 3 ended, I was still wondering about it, wondering if Martin’s dad hadn’t been a Lukas since we consecutively witnessed Peter recognising Martin on sight and taking a weird interest in him, Elias revealing that Martin’s dad had left the family when his mother had become ill, and that Martin looked like his father… But it really was just that Martin’s fears were very efficiently feeding Beholding/Elias himself, uh ;; Martin was just Beholding catnip with his terror of being found out, uh……………………)

(- … I’m gonna say Martin->Elias rights, because LISTEN.

(MAG158) MARTIN: [SHAKY INHALE] … Where are his eyes? ELIAS: Exactly– MARTIN: [GASP] ELIAS: –where they’ve always been, Martin. Watching over my Institute.

(MAG170) MARTIN: I mean, the interview was weird, I… I don’t really remember the man who talked to me. Just his eyes. They stared at me; th–through me, and… and, I–I knew that he knew what I’d done.

Martin really has a thing for Jonah/Elias’s eyes, huh.)

- In the list of heart-breaking things in this episode: the fact that Martin could only remember small things about people… when they were painful to him, when they could be weaponised to make him feel more lonely.

He could remember how he developed feelings for Jon because it felt one-sided and hopeless (“I like him. He doesn’t like me, though. Not really. I don’t blame him. I don’t like me sometimes, and I am me!”); he could remember his mother because she rejected him and was associated with fear and shame (“Did… did she have a face? D–don’t, don’t be stupid, Martin, of course she had a face! You just can’t remember it ‘cause… ‘cause you’re a bad son! Because you left her to rot in– … Wh–where did she go? She didn’t like it, I didn’t like it. It s–, it smelled… It smelled like…”); he could remember his grandfather’s funeral because it was associated with shame, too, and maybe the lack of memories associated with him (“But on top, there was a photo of a… young man. Someone who looked almost like my grandad, but… it, it wasn’t him. It wasn’t… [CREAKING] finished? Not yet. No, and… and I suddenly began to panic, because I–I was trying to remember what he looked like, his, his face, but I couldn’t do it…! And I knew I’d never see him again. He loved me, and I couldn’t even remember his face…!”); he could remember Sasha because she was associated with loss and the cruelty of the Not!Them:

(MAG170) MARTIN: There, there are people who trust me! People who love me – so why can’t I remember them? Why, why can’t I see them? [CREAKING] … Sasha. Yeah! Yeah, yeah, I–I remember, there was, there was Sasha! I can see her face…! … No; no, wait, no; not, not Sasha, some–, something else. The thing that isn’t Sasha, that, that took her, and, and made her something else, and her f–, her face, her, her face, I can, I can still see it, it’s… laughing. Telling me that there’s, there’s nobody else. I’m alone. [CREAKING] The only people who could ever stand to be around me are gone. Even from my mind…!

Amongst the absentees: nothing about his father even though it could have been an easy blow (I mean… his own father just left him, and, as far as we know, never even tried to check on him. For me, that’s even worse than what Martin’s mother did?! And it could have been very easily used against Martin), and… nothing about Tim? Nothing at all? Even though there was material to turn it against Martin too – Martin trusted him enough to tell him about his CV (MAG162), they were on good terms and sticking together for most of season 2… and in the second half of season 3, Tim decided that he didn’t know Martin well enough (or at least less than Sasha) and avoided him like he avoided all the Archival staff, as if they never had any connection to begin with.

(I’m SOBBING to hear about Martin’s feelings for Jon and how aware he was that… no, Jon didn’t like him at first. Thinking back to Martin’s surprised reaction when Jon had handled his accommodation/protection at the end of MAG022, that was a lot, uh? Someone believing him and finally offering help when bad things were happening to him, when so far, he had to constantly try to fight the world on his own.)

- We got Jon discovering that Martin doesn’t have a middle name a few episodes ago, it was an absolute hilarious delight of a scene, so the contrast with Martin now trying to remember his own name, through the way Jon used to talk to him and say it, was… aouch.

(MAG164) ARCHIVIST: I don’t… Ask me a question. O–one I can’t… possibly know already. MARTIN: O–kay. … What’s my middle name? [STATIC RISES] ARCHIVIST: Hm! Y–… You don’t have one. [STATIC FADES] MARTIN: Whoa…. ARCHIVIST: You… I actually believed you! MARTIN: Oh, so–sorry, sorry, I just, I just wanted to try it out– ARCHIVIST: “That’s ridiculous,” I thought, “that’s not a real name, but he wouldn’t lie to me…!”

(MAG170) MARTIN: No one really ever really listens to me anyway…! Oh, they, they nod, and respond, and say, “No, Martin”, or “Not now, Martin”, or “Leave it, Martin” but… [SIGH] The funny thing is that I didn’t ask them to do anything, I just… just wanted to see if they needed a hand, eh! … Is that me? Is… is that me? [SHUFFLING] “Martin”? Martin; Maaaartin. Maaartin… It doesn’t sound right. But who else would I be? Uh, whoever owns this house, I guess…! [CREAKING] It certainly doesn’t seem like the sort of place that someone called “Martin” would live. … “Martin”. It feels like a small name. One that wants to be… warm and happy. Not like here. […] I asked who they were, and they… looked at me like they had no idea what I was talking about. “What’s your name?” I said, “Your name? You must have a name!” But they just… They shrugged, and I… And… [CREAKING] And they gestured at me. Like they wanted to know my name, and I… Th–… I–I couldn’t tell them, I couldn’t remember!

I especially loved the “It feels like a small name. One that wants to be… warm and happy” line because it was… very precious? The things Martin wanted and craved for all his life, and had to fight for because they weren’t given to him even when they should have been when he was a kid?

- It also made so much sense for The Lonely to suck dry any creativity, and we had a glimpse of that in MAG124:

(MAG124) MARTIN: Uh, yeah. Yeah, no, I’m… I’m alright, uh… Everything’s… fine. ARCHIVIST: ��� Right. Hum. … H–how’s… How–how’s the poetry? MARTIN: Oh, uh– Well, I haven’t… exactly had a lot of time recently, so… ARCHIVIST: Yes, uh… Of course… MARTIN: Hm. ARCHIVIST: You’ve been busy. MARTIN: Yeah. ARCHIVIST: …

(MAG170) MARTIN: … Hey, I should do some poetry! You could give it a little, a little bit of that funky low-fi goodness! All the cool poets love a bit of tape hiss, right? … Maybe find somewhere different to sit, though. [CHAIR SCRAPES] I hate these chairs…! I don’t even know where I got them. … Did I tell you I’ve been writing poetry? N–nothing much really, just fragments, thoughts. I haven’t written anything like it since I was a teenager, but… my new job is a lot, and… I don’t know. Something about that place, it just… It makes me feel weird? But… the sort of weird you just have to… get out somehow. Maybe I… Maybe I should do some open mics, or something. I don’t know. Just for me, really, I think. Oh! You… you want to hear some, eh? Uh… yeah! Yeah, okay, sure, well, I can… No. No, wait, no, they… [SHUFFLING] [CREAKING] Hm, they’re gone, that’s weird. I thought… I–I can feel them, but the words, they just… just wash away. Hm! I, [CHUCKLE] I suppose that’s quite poetic actually, isn’t it, but… there’s… nothing else there.

(I love how earnest he is about it! And how he’s also giving second-hand embarrassment (because it’s about imitating “the cool poets”, ooooh Martin…)!)

I really hope that Martin managed to write a few things during the Cabin-In-Scotland honeymoon, but I fear that if he ever did, it would be revealed in MAG200 as a way to twist one of the thousands knives deeper.

- *Crack knuckles* Okay, so. The friggin tape recorder.

Martin talking to it, acknowledging it as something “familiar”, is inserted in a long habit of his of directly talking to the tape recorder like a sentient small pet. While Jon usually refers to them in third person, Martin tends to directly address them in second person when he notices them, going as far as to ask them questions (and not get mad when he’s met with silence). Nothing new in that area – quite the contrary, the fact that Martin’s instinct in MAG170 was to talk to it even though he was dissociated from himself made a lot of sense, since it had already been presented as a long-term habit of his, Martin just doing a typical Martin thing.

(MAG039) TIM: Why do you have a second tape recorder, Martin? MARTIN: Oh, um… well, I’ve been using it to record myself. I write poetry and I think the tapes have a sort of… low-fi charm.

(MAG098) MARTIN: Huh. Yeah, y’know, y’know what? A little privacy would be nice sometimes, okay? Not everything’s for you! You don’t need to listen to everything that we– … Alright, you know what? Y’know what… If you’re that eager, fine.

(MAG118) [CLICK–] MARTIN: [INHALES] Are you listening? … Good. Case… 0071304. Statement of… Ivo Lensik. [BREATHES] [LIGHTER FLICKED ON] All right. [BURNING SOUNDS] [EXHALES DEEPLY] Statement ends, I guess. […] ELIAS: You might want to turn the tape off, Martin. [CLICK.] [CLICK–] MARTIN: Mm! Sorry. Looks like it wants to know what’s going on.

(MAG126) [CLICK–] [CLOCK TICKING IN THE BACKGROUND] [TYPING SOUNDS] MARTIN: [SIGH] [MOUSE-CLICK] … Oh. Hello. [MOUSE-CLICK] Haven’t seen you in a while. [TYPING] … Really? I mean, it’s just admin. It’s not exactly thrilling listening. [SILENCE] Alright, fine. Whatever. You do you. [MOUSE-CLICKS] Spool away, I guess. [MOUSE-CLICK] Just, you know – let me know if you need some more batteries or something. [EXHALE] [FIRM TYPING] [SILENCE] … It’s because he’s back, isn’t it. [MOUSE-CLICK] [SIGH] He’s back, so now you’re going to be… around, again. Listening in. [MOUSE-CLICKS] [HUFF] You missed him, didn’t you. … Yeah. … [VERY SHARP SQUEAL OF DISTORTION] Yeah, me too.

(MAG154) [CLICK–] [CLOCK TICKING IN THE BACKGROUND] [TYPING SOUNDS] [COMPUTER MOUSE CLICKING] MARTIN: Oh. Right. [CHUCKLE] Hello, again. [TWO CLICKS, TYPING RESUMES] Look, sorry pal, [SHORT LAUGH] false alarm this time…! [ONE CLICK] Oh, unless… [SIGH] [TWO AGGRESSIVE CLICKS] [TO THE ROOM:] Peter!

(MAG156) [CLICK–] [CLOCK TICKING IN THE BACKGROUND] [PAPER RUSTLING] MARTIN: Hm? … Oh. [CHUCKLE] Yeah. [PAPER RUSTLING] I was gonna read one. Hate for you to miss it! [CHUCKLE] [PAUSE] You know… I’ve been wondering about your batteries. Like, could I just take the batteries out each time one of you appears and just… have an infinite supply of batteries? I mean, I, I won’t, don’t worry. Don’t really have anything that needs them these days. … Also, I know there’s every chance you don’t even have any?, and it’s just empty, and… well… I’m not really sure that’s something I want to confirm. Or, I open up your compartment and it’s like, meat, or–or maggots, or something. … Mm. “Emptiness or maggots”…! It’s kinda the shape of things around here, isn’t it? Still, kind of nice to talk to some… thing. […] I’m on my own so much these days, I… just wish I didn’t like it so much. I mean, if you’ve got any thoughts, I’d love to hear them. … Hm? [SILENCE] No – didn’t think so. [LONG INHALE] That’s not what you’re here for, is it? [SIGH] No. You want this. [PAPER RUSTLING] Fine. [LONG INHALE] Fine, have it your way. As usual.

(MAG163) MARTIN: Yeah, yeah… [INELEGANT DEJECTED SPUTTERING] … Oh. Oh, hey! [SHUFFLING] [CLOSER] Jon, did you– … No. No, he was carrying his. [INHALE] Alright…! [STEPS THROUGH LIQUID] What’re you doing here? [PLASTIC RATTLING] It’s dangerous. Could… get yourself blown up, like all these poor… [PLASTIC RATTLING] Who d’you think they were? Really don’t see why they can’t just… go round, picked a better place to… [STEPS THROUGH LIQUID] [SIGH] I guess there… aren’t really any “better” places anymore, are there? [STEPS THROUGH LIQUID] It’s all this. Or worse, or… or different. [STEPS THROUGH LIQUID] You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.

(MAG170) MARTIN: … Oh! Hello. [CHUCKLE] What are you? Do I… do I know you? Eh…! I can’t… [SHUFFLING] [CREAKING] I can’t tell through the fog, sometimes. You feel… n–not “friendly”. “Familiar”? [CREAKING] The shape of you in my hand… I talk to you, don’t I? We talk. What do we… what do we say? […] What, what was I saying? [CREAKING] I don’t… [PLASTIC RATTLING] But you remember! You store them, I suppose. Keep, keep stuff locked up in those little wheels. That’s memory, isn’t it? Computers used to be like you; big, whirring things with loads of… uh, tape. They call that “memory”. But it’s not; not, not really, it’s just numbers and… and… [SHUFFLING] Maybe you’re blank as well, same as me. [PAUSE] Are you…? Can you remember what I’ve already said? ‘Cause I… [CREAKING] I–I can’t, the words, they keep creeping away? Like… like, like when I, when I try to think back, to focus… hum… focus on, hum… [STATIC RISES] [CREAKING] [STATIC FADES] … O–oh! Oh. Hello! What are you? [SHUFFLING] I can’t quite… see. [CREAKING] You feel… familiar. Do I… know you, do we talk? I hope so, eh! It’s good to talk with people, it’s… hum. [CREAKING] … Oh, I, I met someone! Did I tell you? […] You don’t need to worry, I’m not doodling his name on my desk or anything, eh! […] Oh! Oh, hello, eh! [CREAKING] Who are you, then? Mmhm. [PLASTIC RATTLING] … Hm! I can’t quite make out, uh… a tape recorder? Eh! I can’t remember the last time I used a–…! [CREAKING] [CHUCKLE] Blast from the past! Familiar… Well: it’s good to have someone to talk to. Otherwise you can go strange…! You… I–I don’t… Hum. What was I saying…? […] I started lying on my CV, did I tell you that? […] What’s this? Wow, retro! What are you up to, little buddy, just… listening? Eh, that’s okay. It’s nice to have someone to talk to…! [CREAKING] Maybe you can keep a better handle on things than me. It’s this fog, you know? Makes it so hard to see…! … What was I saying? […] Did I tell you about my mum? […] At least I’ve got a job now. Did I tell you I’ve got a job? […] What are you? [STATIC FADES] Huh…! Didn’t even know I had a tape recorder. Do you still work, or…? [PLASTIC RATTLING] Hm! Yeah, it seems like you’re running all right…! … Hey, I should do some poetry! You could give it a little, a little bit of that funky low-fi goodness! All the cool poets love a bit of tape hiss, right? […] Did I tell you I’ve been writing poetry? […] Oh! You… you want to hear some, eh? Uh… yeah! Yeah, okay, sure, well, I can… No. No, wait, no, they… […] Now, I think… Hey, hang on. Where did you come from. A tape recorder…! [STATIC FADES] [CHUCKLE] What, you want me to give you a statement, I– […] Uh, w–well, it, it’s just, nice to talk to someone! I guess? No one really ever really listens to me anyway…! […] You know, I’ve wandered around all these rooms, and… they all just make me feel alone…! They scare me. … Even when I find someone else, I feel alone. D–did I tell you? I… found someone else wandering around.

There are, however, many questions surrounding what happened exactly.

* Did the tape recorder actively help Martin to get out of The Lonely? It seems to have helped: when Martin talked, he was remembering pieces of himself, “recollecting” who he was, although it was painful (and made him fall into despair, slumping back, and experiencing a new loop); at the end, Martin definitely figured out that talking and keeping a firm grasp on his sense of self helped, and that talking to the tape recorder explicitly helped, which seemed to have allowed Jon to finally find him back:

(MAG170) MARTIN: If I forget him, if–if I forget m–me… [STATIC DECREASES] May–… Maybe there’s nothing left to know. No one to find. [CREAKING FLOORBOARD] Talking helps. And I got you all here to listen, just… [PLASTIC RATTLING] Just don’t stop talking. [STATIC INCREASES] You, you are Martin Blackwood; yes. You–you didn’t choose to be here. Jon is coming. I am Martin Blackwood, and I am not lonely anymore, I am not lonely anymore! [SHAKY BREATHING] I want to have friends, I… no, I have friends. I’m… I’m in lov, eh! I am in love, and I will not forget that, I will – not – forget. I am Martin Black– [STATIC INCREASES] ARCHIVIST: [MUFFLED, DISTANT] Martin! MARTIN: Wh… Jon? ARCHIVIST: [MUFFLED, DISTANT] Martin! Martin? MARTIN: J–Jon, over here! ARCHIVIST: [CLOSER] Oh! Martin, hold on, I–I–I’m coming, I just… [STATIC REACHING A PEAK] [FOOTSTEPS] Oh, Martin! Thank god, I, I was… I–I thought you were behind me. [EXTENDED RUSTLING OF CLOTHES]

In that aspect, the tape recorder seems to have worked a bit like it did with the Coffin, contributing to the “anchor”-system to get out of the fears – as a connection between Jon and Martin for each of them to find their way out.

(MAG132) [CLICK–] [STATIC RISING] ARCHIVIST: D–Daisy… DAISY: Uh, I’m, I’m here. ARCHIVIST: I can… I–It… it’s closer. DAISY: What is? ARCHIVIST: M–my, my… my anchor? My… A–a rib, I can f–, I can fee– … I know the way! [DIGGING SOUNDS] DAISY: Wh–what? H–how– ARCHIVIST: I don’t… It’s like… My mindlink is… it’s stronger… [PANTS AND STRUGGLING NOISES] DAISY: Slow down! I–I can’t… ARCHIVIST: Don’t let go! Come on, we’re close. This way. Here. Here! Come on, push! DAISY: I… I am…! [GROANING VOICES] [LID OPENING] [RECORDED VOICES OVERLAPPING IN THE BACKGROUND] DAISY: W–we’re out! We’re really out! I can’t believe… ARCHIVIST: I’m… DAISY: What. What is it? ARCHIVIST: Tape recorders. Must, must be… dozens of them…?

(MAG134) PETER: What does puzzle me, though, and I mean that genuinely, is… why you were piling tape recorders onto the coffin, while Jon was in there. [PAUSE] It’s a question, Martin, it’s– it’s not an accusation. MARTIN: I don’t know. And I just… felt like it might help. He’s always recording, I thought… it–it might help him… find his way out. PETER: Interesting. Were you compelled? MARTIN: [SULLEN] … I don’t know. … M–maybe? I–I, I definitely wanted to do it… PETER: But? MARTIN: I’m… I’m not sure where the idea came from. PETER: You should watch out for that. Could be something dangerous. MARTIN: Sure. PETER: I can’t help but notice you’re recording right now? MARTIN: It… was a statement, right, that’s what we do. PETER: … Anyway.

Whatever is behind the tape, a reflex/instinct or something more deliberate, it has demonstrated interest into not losing Jon or Martin – even now. It helped them to not stay trapped in a Fear’s domain.

* Once again, the tape recorders, although they might have aligned with its intention from time to time, are not The Eye (and we had a demonstration in MAG118 that they aren’t Elias either):

(MAG109) MAX MUSTERMANN: But are you sure you know what’s… listening in? ARCHIVIST: … Do you? MAX MUSTERMANN: No… but I don’t like it… TREVOR: What’s he mean, listening in? ARCHIVIST: What, no… I’m… I’m not– JULIA: I knew this was a bad idea. Turn it off. ARCHIVIST: No– no, it’s, it’s fine, it’s meant to be– JULIA: Turn. It. Off.

(MAG114) ARCHIVIST: You’re sure? You’ve not– There is nothing you want to say to me? TIM: Nothing with that thing here, no. ARCHIVIST: [SOFTLY] Interesting. What do you think is listening? TIM: What? […] And you know what I think. It’s that… the thing that runs the Institute, “The Watcher” or “The Eye” or whatever. ARCHIVIST: I dis… I disagree. This whole place is a temple to The Eye, Tim, I don’t think the tape recorders make any difference. TIM: [VICIOUSLY] Elias, then. ARCHIVIST: In that case, we’ll stick to talking about things he already knows.

(Season 5 trailer) ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] … What? What do you want? … The world is…! It’s over. You’ve won. What can you possibly still need to hear?

(MAG161) MARTIN: Hey – when, when did you start recording? [WOODEN CREAKING SOUND] ARCHIVIST: I… didn’t. MARTIN: [TENSE EXHALE] ARCHIVIST: I only brought one, and I’ve been using it to play the tapes. MARTIN: Oh. [INHALE] That’s not a great sign. ARCHIVIST: No… No it’s not.

(MAG170) MARTIN: Now, I think… Hey, hang on. Where did you come from. A tape recorder…! [STATIC FADES] [CHUCKLE] What, you want me to give you a statement, I– … [STATIC INCREASES] … Why…? The Eye has won. It can already see everything, it wouldn’t need a… Wh–… Wouldn’t need a… [STATIC FADES] Uh, w–well, it, it’s just, nice to talk to someone! I guess? No one really ever really listens to me anyway…!

Web? Jon’s subconscious trying to not get forgotten? The physical manifestation of something/someone from another plane of reality (alternate dimension? The future? The past?)? Extinction?

What is quite interesting is how Martin’s voice changed when he realised the logic problem (why would the tape recorder listen to him, if it was The Eye, since The Eye is already ruling the world and omniscient?): it got a bit blanker, firmer, as if Martin was possessed by something (some remnant of Beholding talking through him?).

* The tape recorders are definitely proven to be connected to Jon in some fashion, I’m not excluding the possibility that they could be stemming from Jon’s own powers, but… there is still an argument to be made about how this scene worked in comparison to the Web lighter:

(MAG111) GERRY: Nice lighter. You a Spider freak, then? ARCHIVIST: What? Oh! Er, no. I–I never really, uh… I never really thought of it. I–I’m Jon. I’m with the Magnus Institute. … I–I’m the Archivist.

(MAG136) DAISY: Spider’s sneaky like that. [PAUSE] Like that lighter you’re always using. Where’d you get that? ARCHIVIST: Mm. [STATIC] Good point. We should keep our eyes open. Anyway, how’s Basira doing?

Same thing as with the lighter: Martin’s reasoning was an obvious thing. It makes sense, and characters should have wondered about it – what are the tape recorders, who or what are behind them? What are they interested in, since they sometimes click on for mundane conversations outside or before statements? The fact that they still click on/off now and then while The Eye rules should make them wonder and talk about what they might be! But, like Jon (who hates spiders) keeping the Web lighter and not really thinking about it, they… just don’t. Elias has been lenient about them (“Hmm? Oh. You get used to it.” said Jonah (who should DEFINITELY pay attention to supernatural things happening in HIS Institute, that he’s been directing for two centuries) to Melanie), Jon decided to allow them to do their thing at the beginning of season 4. And when Martin suddenly had a bit of awareness about how curious their very presence was, he quickly forgot that train of thought, as if he himself was being compelled to not pay attention to it.

* The recordings in season 5 have been, so far, explained by Jon’s need to “pour out” the Domains’ statements into the tape recorder, to be able to bear it and keep going. In parallel, both Jon and Martin have to go through the Domains; Jon giving the statements, Martin, until now, mostly bothered and afraid (and as Jon told him in MAG168, that’s “sort of the point”).

… Interestingly: this time, Jon… didn’t. Or maybe it happened off-tape, but point is that Martin’s own experience of The Lonely was enough for both of them to apparently leave the domain. Which means that the important thing in their journey, when it comes to Domains’ statements, is to feed the tape recorder – not necessarily for Jon to be the one doing it? Although Martin’s whole recording was about his own experience, there was a bit in particular which really felt like Jon getting started about a Domain (“They sit here – [STATIC RISES] the image of everyone they hold dear locked in their mind, knowing they’ll never see them again. Waiting for the order; dreading the bullet or the drone or the barbed wire that will tear them to shreds and leave them nothing but a bloody–”), enthralled by how it works:

(MAG170) MARTIN: I… I’m scared…! I think this fog is doing something to me, I can’t… [SHUFFLING] I’m losing myself, and I… and I don’t know if I mind? … Maybe I deserve it. So much of what’s behind the fog hurts. So much of it just makes me wanna curl up with pain and embarrassment and… Maybe the fog’s here because I want it here. Is that why I opened the windows…? Maybe I asked the fog to come. … No… N–no, no…! No, no! That’s not true, I… I–I remember! The hundreds, thousands of, of lost souls wandering the halls; hollow memories with eyes full of tears…! I’ve seen them. They were all trying to remember; t–to recall, to picture someone, anyone who loves them, and their hearts are all full of fear…! Afraid that those people are gone forever…! That maybe… maybe they never existed at all…! [SHUFFLING] Why am I here? I… I, I fell behind. I was, I was too slow, and, and, and the fog caught up, I was… I was following, al–always following, never leading; never leading. Why did he leave me behind? Di–did he? Who we, who, who are you? Who am–? [CREAKING] [STATIC RISES] … J–J–… “Jon”. Jon. Jon, yes; Jon, I remember him.

“thousands of lost souls wandering the halls; hollow memories with eyes full of tears”, “and their hearts are full of fear” felt like the Archivist narrating, not… exactly “Martin” anymore. Did it work because he’s still connected to Beholding? Because of his connection to Jon?

- In the long list of things breaking my heart into pieces about Martin, the sobbing “please” and “I need you”… being back… how dare…

(Season 4 trailer) MARTIN: We really need you, Jon. Everything’s… It’s bad. I–I don’t know how much longer we can do this. We– … I need you. A–and… I know that you’re not… [PAUSE] I–I know th–there’s no way to… [PAUSE] But we need you. Jon. Jon, please, just… Please. If–if there’s anything left in you that can still… see us, or–or some power that you’ve still got, or–or, or something, anything – please! … Please… [SHAKY BREATHING, STRANGLED VOICE] I… I can’t…

(MAG170) MARTIN: [STATIC RISES] No… No, no; no, that’s not right! I… I’m not alone, no! Not alone, there’s… There’s… J… J–Jon? Jon. [STATIC FADES] … Jon! Jon! [SHUFFLING] Jon? Jon, I’m here, can you hear me? I can’t– [FOOTSTEPS] It’s… it’s this place, I… Wh–where are you, I need you, I nee– [PANICKED STRANGLED CHUCKLE] I need you, Jon…! Where, where did you go… [FOOTSTEPS] … Please, don’t leave me. I can’t do this on my own…! Please…! I’m not enough on my own. Alone… All… a–all alone…

The “I’m not enough of my own” was especially AOUCH… and led to another cycle.

Martin had acknowledged that The Lonely had technically been a long-term companion for him: although Martin didn’t lose his grip on his intention of manipulating and neutralising Peter and/or The Extinction, season 4 had him find a sort of comfort in retracting himself from conflict (to the point that he managed to disappear under Georgie’s nose in MAG149):

(MAG142) MARTIN: Th–the worst part is I don’t even want to talk to him about it. I’m just… [SIGH] I suppose I’m just getting comfortable with the distance. [SIGH] Cut off. [DRY CHUCKLE] “Lonely”. [INHALE] Mind you, Peter’s not wrong. It really is easier than actually just trying to communicate with people.

(MAG149) MARTIN: Sort of… surprised Peter hasn’t rocked up with some more… “insights”? Haven’t seen him around for a while, actually. I mean… eh, it’s not like I miss him [CHUCKLING] but, at least he was someone to– [PAUSE] … Ah. [HUFF] [PAPER RUSTLING] Yeah, that makes sense. [EXHALE] A’ight, fine. Just… me on my lonesome for a while, then. … Could be worse. … Peaceful, at least. … I don’t miss all the shouting.

(MAG154) ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] … The Lonely’s really got you, hasn’t it? MARTIN: You know, I think it alwayss did.

(MAG156) MARTIN: I think I still care that he hears my voice. It’s hard to tell, sometimes. How much do I actually care; how much is just feeling that I should care. I’m on my own so much these days, I… just wish I didn’t like it so much.

(MAG158) MARTIN: So that’s it… Both “lonely” and “watching”. PETER: You must admit you’re the perfect candidate. MARTIN: I suppose I am. […] PETER: But you do serve The Lonely. MARTIN: Oh, I’m getting there, but if this is the final test or something? Then bad luck. The answer’s still “no”.

(MAG159) ARCHIVIST: Yes! Yes, I–I am, c–come on, we’ve got to get out of here. MARTIN: [DISTANT, VOICE ECHOING] N–No. No, I don’t think so. ARCHIVIST: … Why? MARTIN: [DISTANT, VOICE ECHOING] This is where I should be. It feels right. ARCHIVIST: Martin, don’t say that. MARTIN: [DISTANT, VOICE ECHOING] Nothing hurts here. It’s just quiet. Even the fear is gentle here. ARCHIVIST: This isn’t right, this isn’t you! MARTIN: [DISTANT, VOICE ECHOING] It is, though. [CHUCKLE] I really loved you, you know?

(MAG170) MARTIN: Jon, it’s… okay. I promise it’s okay. This place tried, it really did, and honestly I… I wanted to believe it. But I didn’t. ARCHIVIST: This… “place”, i–it… [STATIC] My God…! MARTIN: Yeah… […] It’s comforting here, leaving all those… painful memories behind, but… It’s not a good comfort, it’s… I–it’s the kind that makes you fade, makes you… dim and… distant. ARCHIVIST: [SOFTLY] … Okay. Okay, good. I, I just… I wanted to make sure that you knew what this place was. MARTIN: It’s The Lonely, Jon. It’s me.

There are many parallels and call-backs to other moments between Jon and Martin, with their differences: Martin begging Jon to help him (season 4 trailer), Jon finally able to reach Martin (like Martin having to fight through Jon’s statement bubble in MAG169)…

(MAG169) MARTIN: [MUFFLED, DISTANT] Jon! [STATIC INCREASES] ARCHIVIST: “–whose faces seem indistinct but she knows–” MARTIN: [MUFFLED, DISTANT] Jon! ARCHIVIST: “–that she loves, begin to blacken, as the glass–” MARTIN: [MUFFLED, DISTANT] Jon! [COUGHS] ARCHIVIST: “–pops out of the frame.” MARTIN: [MUFFLED, DISTANT] Jon, she’s here! ARCHIVIST: “Her home is being eaten alive by–” MARTIN: [CLOSER] Please come back! ARCHIVIST: “–this devouring Desolation–” MARTIN: JON! ARCHIVIST: “–and she–” [RESOUNDING SLAP] [STATIC FADES] MARTIN: She’s here! [COUGHS]

(MAG170) ARCHIVIST: [MUFFLED, DISTANT] Martin! MARTIN: Wh… Jon? ARCHIVIST: [MUFFLED, DISTANT] Martin! Martin? MARTIN: J–Jon, over here! ARCHIVIST: [CLOSER] Oh! Martin, hold on, I–I–I’m coming, I just… [STATIC REACHING A PEAK] [FOOTSTEPS] Oh, Martin!

… Martin and Jon losing sight of each other and the ensuing panic and guilt (MAG039-MAG040, MAG158-159)…

(MAG039) TIM: Martin’s gone. ARCHIVIST: I’m getting to that. Martin has disappeared. Tim was right about there being fewer worms down here, but they are much faster. More aggressive. None of us have been hit yet but… during one of the more alarming encounters, Martin ran off. TIM: He thought we were behind him, I think. ARCHIVIST: He didn’t think at all. Tim was with me, and my leg slowed me down. He must have taken a turn we didn’t see or something. We lost him.

(MAG040) MARTIN: … Sorry. ARCHIVIST: Ah, it’s fine. I just… I only need from when you got separated. From when you got lost in the tunnels. MARTIN: No, I mean… I’m sorry I left you. ARCHIVIST: … Oh Martin. MARTIN: [TEARFUL] It was an accident. I thought you two were with me! I mean, the worms came at us, and they were so much faster, and then there was the gas, and the running, and I just… I, I thought you were right behind me. But when I turned round you were gone. You were both gone. It was an accident.

… Jon finding Martin in a Lonely territory (MAG159)…

(MAG159) ARCHIVIST: [FOOTSTEPS] … Martin…! [QUICKER FOOTSTEPS] MARTIN: [DISTANT, VOICE ECHOING] Jon…? ARCHIVIST: I… I’m here, I–I came for you. MARTIN: [DISTANT, VOICE ECHOING] Why? ARCHIVIST: … I thought you might be lost.

(MAG170) MARTIN: J–Jon! Jon! Jon? Jon, I’m here! [STATIC FADES] Jon, I…! I think I’m lost, I think… I don’t… … Jon… […] Why am I here? I… I, I fell behind. I was, I was too slow, and, and, and the fog caught up, I was… I was following, al–always following, never leading; never leading. Why did he leave me behind? Di–did he? […] ARCHIVIST: Oh, Martin! Thank god, I, I was… I–I thought you were behind me. [EXTENDED RUSTLING OF CLOTHES] MARTIN: I thought you’d left me behind…! Gone on without me. [STATIC FADES] ARCHIVIST: No, never…! N–never, I–I just… [RUSTLING OF CLOTHES] I, I didn’t want to… look too ha–, I–I–I promised I wouldn’t… know you, and, and with the fog in all–all the rooms, I’ll, I just, I lost y–, I… I–I’m sorry. MARTIN: It’s okay. ARCHIVIST: … No, I… I tried to use the… to know where you were, but… it was… You–you were faint. It was so strange, i–it took me so long just to find you…!

… Jon and Martin’s “not anymore” about Martin’s loneliness…

(MAG159) MARTIN: [FRANTIC BREATHING] I w–I was on my own…! I was all on my own… ARCHIVIST: Not anymore. Come on – let’s go home… MARTIN: How? ARCHIVIST: [SOFTLY] Don’t worry. I know the way.

(MAG170) ARCHIVIST: I, I just… I wanted to make sure that you knew what this place was. MARTIN: It’s The Lonely, Jon. It’s me. ARCHIVIST: [INHALE] Not anymore. MARTIN: Hm! No. [LONG INHALE, EXHALE] No…! Not anymore.

… Martin being lured in by The Lonely promising quietness (season 4, especially MAG159)… and I really appreciate of how everything seems to have led to this moment when Martin reclaimed his agency and decided to get out, which allowed him to be saved.

(MAG170) MARTIN: … J–J–… “Jon”. Jon. Jon, yes; Jon, I remember him. [SHAKING EXHALE] I need to, I need to keep him here. If he can find me, I– … He, he knows enough, surely he knows enough to find me, but I can’t… [SHUFFLING] If I forget him, if–if I forget m–me… [STATIC DECREASES] May–… Maybe there’s nothing left to know. No one to find. [CREAKING FLOORBOARD] Talking helps. And I got you all here to listen, just… [PLASTIC RATTLING] Just don’t stop talking. [STATIC INCREASES] You, you are Martin Blackwood; yes. You–you didn’t choose to be here. Jon is coming. I am Martin Blackwood, and I am not lonely anymore, I am not lonely anymore! [SHAKY BREATHING] I want to have friends, I… no, I have friends. I’m… I’m in love, eh! I am in love, and I will not forget that, I will – not – forget. I am Martin Black–

I really loved the formulation of “I am in love”, as a state of being, and the fact that it wasn’t that Martin was convinced he was loved that saved him – it was a tricky one, since he could have been delusional about it (after all, he “knew” that his mother loved him, right?). What saved Martin was first himself and his rejection of The Lonely’s oblivion… and the fact that Jon was there to meet him halfway through.

(Though… Martin, baby, who are your “friends”? I’m saying that seriously. Sasha and Tim, yeah, but they’re dead. Is he now counting Melanie&Basira&Daisy? He had told Peter and Elias that they didn’t like each other much in reality, in MAG158, so he could have had a change of heart about that but… I would really like to see it. Because uh, so far, no, Martin has Jon and nobody else anymore… Or is he counting cute, fuzzy spiders as friends?)

- I’m less sure about whether the house is Martin’s domain or not.

It was supposed to be and Martin rejected it, that is clear: Jon got a burst of static when asking what the “place” was, leading to Martin explaining that it was the Lonely, thus “him”. But given that Martin rejected it… does it mean it truly was? Is it still? Does it mean that there is a new territory that could be made-for-Martin now, or that Martin definitely got free of his own domain and doesn’t have any anymore? Or that he could be lured back to it, if Jon were to disappear?

- I really liked the constant of Martin not feeling absolutely comfortable in The Lonely, this time around, in contrast to MAG158 and MAG159 when he enjoyed the “quiet” (and had even agreed with Peter that he could have enjoyed it in the Panopticon, left on his own and separated from everyone).

(MAG170) MARTIN: … Is it my house? It must be, right? It must be my house, ‘cause… why else would I be here? You don’t just wander around other people’s houses alone; you don’t just… You don’t just… just, just “wander”. … No… […] Wh–where am I? This, this isn’t my house! H–hello? I–I don’t like it here. I can’t see anything with all this… [PULLING A CURTAIN OPEN] [RUSH OF WIND] … fog, this, this is nothing out the windows, and it’s… it’s so cold. […] But it’s, it’s a big house. My house, I… think, eh! And nowhere comfortable. So I suppose this is it! [CREAKING FLOORBOARD] It is my house, isn’t it? It must be. Must be. […] Why does my house smell like that, it… it can’t be my house…! [CREAKING] No, no – no, my, [SNIFF] my–my house doesn’t smell like this, my house smells… sm–smells different! […] It’s such a, such a big house, my house, there mu–, there must be other people! People who care. Unless… […] I, I don’t know why I’d decorate my house like this, I don’t like it, I like… Wha… It is s not my home, it can’t be. Do I have a home? This, this place feels like it’s all… for me, I think, but I don’t… [CREAKING OF A DOOR] I don’t like it here. It, it can’t be cheap living here, house this big. […] I feel like there’s somewhere I need to be, but… But no, no; this is my house, [CHUCKLE] where else would I need to be? […] Where am I? [CREAKING] This isn’t right, I shouldn’t be here! I should be… somewhere, someone that… There, there are people who trust me! People who love me – so why can’t I remember them? […] Where is this place? [CREAKING] It’s so cold…! And I can’t see anything at all through all this fog! […] I don’t like this place. It, it’s so cold, and, and the logs in the fireplace are damp from the mist. I don’t know how I’d even light them; and they, they smell really bad, like… like wet dirt…! […] You know, I’ve wandered around all these rooms, and… they all just make me feel alone…! They scare me. … Even when I find someone else, I feel alone. […] “Is this your house?” I asked, and they said… they said “Yes.” But… then, they stopped, and shook their head. And, and then, then they started to laugh…! […] The house is empty, and… and honestly? I can’t think of anyone in the world who would care if I lived or died…! […] ARCHIVIST: M–Martin, if you… did; i–if you wanted to forget… a–all of it, stay here and just… escape. I… I would understand. MARTIN: … N-no…! It’s comforting here, leaving all those… painful memories behind, but… It’s not a good comfort, it’s… I–it’s the kind that makes you fade, makes you… dim and… distant. ARCHIVIST: [SOFTLY] … Okay. Okay, good. I, I just… I wanted to make sure that you knew what this place was. MARTIN: It’s The Lonely, Jon. It’s me. ARCHIVIST: [INHALE] Not anymore. MARTIN: Hm! No. [LONG INHALE, EXHALE] No…! Not anymore.

* I’m not sure whether it meant that Martin was uncomfortable because it was the point of the Domain as a victim of it… or if it meant that if Martin had let go of himself, and who he was, of the painful things about his life and himself, he could have become its (blank and empty) ruler.

* Once again, I really LOVE that, compared to MAG159, it was Martin’s decision to refuse The Lonely. I don’t think he could have left the territory by himself (and it’s interesting that all through his stream of consciousness, Martin never once thought about leaving the house; it just didn’t come up as an option), he most likely required Jon for that, but… it was still his decision that The Lonely’s promises weren’t what he wanted.

* … Since Martin managed to shake off a Domain’s influence that was supposed to cater to him, does it mean that OTHER victims could technically free themselves too? Jon felt necessary, but holding on to nicer thoughts and truths as anchors had already proven to be a way to escape a fear (thinking about one’s dead fiancé or mother in MAG013 and MAG048, thinking about the precious memories of a deceased grandfather in MAG129…). Would it be possible to generalise this, with Jon there to help people to leave halfway through?

- The fact that Jon was unable to find Martin put me in mind of Annabelle and Georgie&Melanie:

(MAG170) ARCHIVIST: [CLOSER] Oh! Martin, hold on, I–I–I’m coming, I just… [STATIC REACHING A PEAK] [FOOTSTEPS] Oh, Martin! Thank god, I, I was… I–I thought you were behind me. [EXTENDED RUSTLING OF CLOTHES] MARTIN: I thought you’d left me behind…! Gone on without me. [STATIC FADES] ARCHIVIST: No, never…! N–never, I–I just… [RUSTLING OF CLOTHES] I, I didn’t want to… look too ha–, I–I–I promised I wouldn’t… know you, and, and with the fog in all–all the rooms, I’ll, I just, I lost y–, I… I–I’m sorry. MARTIN: It’s okay. ARCHIVIST: … No, I… I tried to use the… to know where you were, but… it was… You–you were faint. It was so strange, i–it took me so long just to find you…!

Was it, like Martin mentioned, because since he was losing himself, Jon had nothing “of him” to find? Or is it a clue about the Domains interfering with Jon’s powers? Or the tape recorders blocking his sight?

- Also, kudos to Jon for remembering to not use his powers to know about Martin!! ;w; It cost him, and he slipped (he consciously tried, and did it again when he Knew about the Domain in relation to Martin), but he still remembered that it was something he should only do under special circumstances – danger of physical harm, Martin had said.

Also: yay for another Alex-confirmed hug, with the rustling of fabric when Jon found him! <3

- I’m SO GLAD about the final exchange and Jon offering him a choice, because it indirectly answers some of the unease happening towards the end of MAG169:

(MAG170) ARCHIVIST: M–Martin, if you… did; i–if you wanted to forget… a–all of it, stay here and just… escape. I… I would understand. MARTIN: … N-no…! It’s comforting here, leaving all those… painful memories behind, but… It’s not a good comfort, it’s… I–it’s the kind that makes you fade, makes you… dim and… distant. ARCHIVIST: [SOFTLY] … Okay. Okay, good. I, I just… I wanted to make sure that you knew what this place was. MARTIN: It’s The Lonely, Jon. It’s me. ARCHIVIST: [INHALE] Not anymore. MARTIN: Hm! No. [LONG INHALE, EXHALE] No…! Not anymore.

Jon heard Martin mentioning The Lonely’s quietness in MAG159. He went to retrieve him, because in his mind, he had something better to offer to Martin (bringing him back to the world, and to himself); saving Martin was… a bit of a promise. That things could be hard, but fine.

Comparatively, the circumstances have very much changed since then: the world has ended, Martin&Jon are on a doomed quest tailored to make them suffer since they have to experience the Fears (for a goal they’re not even sure to be able to reach). It’s significant of Jon to think that Martin could want an easier, painless way out, since it pained Martin so much in MAG169 – quite clearly, Jon would have been heartbroken if Martin had wanted to stay (he told Martin he was his “reason” a few episodes ago!), it would have probably meant Jon surrendering to Beholding quickly afterwards. But it’s still important that he left the decision to Martin, given how Martin had been hurt last episode; and it’s equally important that Martin decided that no, his journey with Jon was still better. It was Martin accepting that yes, he would be hurt again – but that it was still better than fading and losing himself.

- Martin, you mentioned you had packed a rope in MAG162, use it to bind yourself to Jon gdi!

  I’m a bit at a loss when it comes to the title of MAG171! Does it refer to the ruler of a domain, to their victims, to something more abstract? I can easily see how it could be Spiral, maybe Vast, maybe Web (EWW in that case), but I’m banking a bit more on Flesh because Flesh with that title would likely be… incredibly ew. (And I trust Jonny to be Ew when it comes to The Flesh x”))

Second meaning-wise, could it refer to Jon as The Archive…? Or Annabelle?

[randomfandomimagine]

Amazing ‘The Amazing Devil’ Things (Horror and the Wild)

I need to fangirl for a little because I absolutely love The Amazing Devil and I was so excited for the new album, and it did not dissapoint!! They put so much love and passion into this and it is art! I have been saving a bit of money and since their music makes me so happy I might buy the album. I wanted to talk about my favorte things about it under the cut (warning: it’s long). If anyone wants to listen to this piece of art, they posted it on Bandcamp here :D

The Rockrose and the Thistle

The sound of wind in the background, such a cool little detail!

Joey’s soft voice and how it breaks on ‘thistle’, omg

The sewing metaphor, I absolutely love it!

Madeleine subtly joining in 😍

The atmosphere! How unsettling and moving the song is

‘The kindest thing is to never leave you alone’

The Horror and the Wild

I thought I couldn’t love this song more and then came the studio version

I am a nerd and have so much fun singing this one!!

Even if it’s almost impossible to sing both their parts hahah

The beginning reminds me of Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir and I love it!

Some lyrics I trully adore, like:

‘You’re the words I promise I don’t mean’

‘and I am Time itself, I slow to let you play, I steal the hours and turn the night into day’

The change after ‘remember me I ask, remember me I sing’

How they move on to the chorus using a similar sounding word

‘Give me back my heart you wingless thing / think of all the horrors’

I absolutely adore how they sing ‘wild’ in this version

How Joey’s voice raises with ‘the’ and ‘your’ in the chorus

‘Fret. Not. Dear. Heart. Let. Not. Them. Hear’ and the drums!!

Joey singing that growly ‘remember me’

Then what is probably my favorite part of the song:

Just how cool it sounds, how fun it is to sing along, the awesome lyrics…

Fret not dear heart, let not them hear

The mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings

Welcome to the storm, I am thunder,

Welcome to my table bring your hunger

The repetition of ‘old man’ and how the song slightly fades at the end

Wild Blue Yonder

How upbeat it is!! Catchy and fun rhythm!

When they sing ‘wonder’ and ‘yonder’ together

‘Hold’ (pause) ‘this time we’re done for’ 👏

‘So hold me like you used to, so tight I’d bruise you’

Everytime they use the word ‘love’ I melt

Or ‘dear heart’, ‘darling’ or anything like that, for that matter 😍

It is my absolute kryptonite, seriously!

‘All those books we both drowned’

‘I’m lost, I’m found, in you’

‘Can you hear that scratching’

‘robot vampire’…. just 😂

Madeleine’s voice when she sings the high ‘hide under the covers’

Welly Boots

One of my personal favorites!! (if you can’t tell)

The guitar!! Love that riff!!

The changes in tone, I love them so much

As many have said before, it reminds me of the Witcher episode 6

Just these lyrics!!

The change in rhythm after this last part!! So good!!

And I love you, don’t you know

That I’ll be with you all along, as long as you are kind

To those who are not strong and cannot find their scarlet welly boots

Cos when it’s cold

I’ll wrap my scarf around you

And when it’s hard

I’ll place your head into my hands

And when you scream that it’s not fair,

It’s like I’ve gone off to the coast

Left you behind just standing there

Pretending not to see your ghost

If only you could hear my voice

But you are screaming far to loud to hear me swear

Just because I left doesn’t mean that I’m not still there

The drums set the rhythm so well and I love them in this song especially!

‘But I’ll stick up for you, even though you haven’t got a clue, you haven’t got a fucking clue, And I’m so proud of you‘

Bonus points for Joey swearing 😂

‘I know you’re strong enough to do this on your own’

As always, Madeleine’s beautiful voice joining in 😍

‘Just when you’re about to give up every hope you have you turn around Perched by the stairs, someone’s gone and left behind, A brand new pair of scarlet welly boots’

That part hits me right in the feels and I can’t even tell why

The outro guitar riff, even if it makes me sad that it’s over

Farewell Wanderlust

THE PIANO FOLLOWED BY MADELEINE’S VOICE? I’M DEAD

THE SONG LITERALLY JUST STARTED, WTF? I’M IN LOVE

Joey’s voice lowly accompanying Madeleine’s 

‘I’m the hardest goodbye that you’ll ever have to say’

Just… Madeleine’s voice, it’s too gorgeous, I can’t handle it!!

How the piano stops at ‘I’m the Jesus of wishing to Christ he’ll come back‘

The way she sings ‘She’s down. She’s dead’ and the piano? Aaaaah

Joey whispering the lyrics and then his voice gathering strength

‘I promise you I’m not broken, I promise you there’s more’ gets me every time 😭

The way Joey sings ‘adieu’ is amazing and I don’t know why?

When they sing the chorus together it’s too much!! Omg, this is art!

The fucking ending is so brilliant, perfect end to a perfect song!

The tune also reminds me of an Avenged Sevenfold song, ’Acid Rain’

Maybe it’s the piano? Idk, but it just moved me all the more

Because Avenged Sevenfold is one of my favorite bands 😚

So when favorite bands collide I just can’t even hahah 😊

Fair

Probably my favorite along with Welly Boots (this is gonna be long)

This one reminds me so much of my series Soul of a Warrior (Jasnissa!)

‘It’s what my heart just yearns to say, In ways that can’t be said’

The first lyrics and I am already in love with the words in this song

Let’s just assume I fell in love with every single word of this one

Joey’s voice is so beautiful to listen to, I am s w o o n i n g

‘And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay’

‘It’s not fair how much I love you’ 😱😍😭

I really love the guitar in this one too

Again, those lyrics!!! Absolutely captivating:

The way his voice kind of breaks a little sometimes when he lowers it

And if you asked me to, if you asked me I would lose it all

Like petals in a storm, cos darling I was born

To press my head between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading

Just to let you know I’m old, waylaid and feels like I am wading into

carpet burns and carousels oh Christ you’ll be the death of me

And calm throughout his melodrama she will turn and say ‘dear heart It’s me, its me

You don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not

The Office reference and the ‘that’s what she said’? Joey, you nerd 🥰

Also, how he kind of laughs as he is saying it? 

‘cos you make me ache you bastard’ aaaaaaaaah

That Unwanted Animal

This one gives me very specific vibes that I can’t identify

It’s like kind of medieval and dark but there’s something else

Still, I absolutely love them, this one is so unique!

When Madeleine whispers ‘you light the candle’, literal chills

Why is her voice so beautiful?! Stop it, ma’am, you are too powerful!

‘You try so loud to love me, But I cannot seem to hear’ 

The hushed ‘Throw the plate at the wall’ and the change? Amazing!

The vocals in the background are incredible!

More fanfastic lyrics, they never stop!

‘Be good to me, I whisper. And you say what. And I said nothing dear’ 

‘And these plates they smash like waves’ Battle Cries!!!

And you rip my ribcage open

And devour what’s truly yours

And our screaming joins in unison

I cry out to the lord

The lyrics never fail to amaze me, they are so damn good!

‘No, not I’ Joey? Sir, please, have mercy 😂

That ending with Madeleine’s voice and the drum and the guitar and the violin? *chef’s kiss*

Marbles

Again, knew this by heart because of the live version

And the studio version just improves it if that’s possible?

The instruments at the beginning already give me chills

And then Joey and Madeleine taking turns to sing? Ugh! 

When the drum comes in I absolutely love it

I think this version is a bit slower than the live one? I like it!

It’s also softer, they’re almost whispering at the start 💗

‘And you’re the thigh high hemline I just can’t stop staring at’ is, for some reason, such a fun line to sing :)

‘The flat we rented was a palace for my queen’

‘She sang do you think I’m sexy? And oh god I really did’

‘You’re not flawed darling, you’re just a little under-rehearsed’

My favorite part, even if I can’t exactly say why:

This song just tells such a compelling story!

And I’d sink to the floor, what’s the point anymore,

And you, you’d reply with a glint in your eye

(And you, you’d reply with a drink in your hand)

Saying ‘I don’t know, but I’m here, I’m all yours, dear heart don’t cry’

THE CHORUS IS PURE LOVE, OKAY?

‘Your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep but a place for crows to rest their feet’ is such a lovely thing? 

More amazing lyrics:

How Joey holds the note in ‘day’ and shifts back into the chorus

I’ve loved you, for a hundred years

Certainly fucking feels like it

The minute I met you the colours of my life begun to pour

I’m scared of the dark

And now, even though you’re mad and these memories won’t stay, it’s okay.

Cos now I get to meet you for the first time every single day

This song also reminds me a bit of the Witcher and Jaskier

‘The crows feet are new‘

‘Are you perhaps short of a marble?!′

Again, they nail the ending with Madeleine’s beautiful vocals

Battle Cries

As always, the guitar sounds great!

Something they often do that I love is how they sing different lyrics at the same time, Joey and Madeleine singing together is my weakness

THE LYRICS!

‘After summers of fasting I feel hunger at last’

But that breathing you hear don’t mistake it for sighs

Don’t you realise - They’re just battle cries dear

And these lines aren’t wrinkles dear heart

Hardly knew the words

They’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art

I’m dolled up love don’t I deserve to just

And as I walk away I know I’ve been through the wars,

But that creaking you hear in my bones is not pain, it’s applause

‘Our devils broke rank, and out of the depths came an army’

With you I could summon the gods and the stars

Watch them dance out the plays that we wrote from the heart

And we’d laugh at the ghosts of our fears. We were kids.

‘This isn’t a break up, dear heart, it’s a season finale’

This one just gets me with the tune and the lyrics together!

All it took to unearth in the dust and the dirt

Some release or respite from the heat and the hurt

Was taking the time now and then to ask how I am

And now at the end, at the end of all things,

I’m not going to scream, beat my chest at the wind,

I’m doing fine.

Also, Madeleine’s beautiful melody before the chorus, omg!

To summarize, this album made such an impression on me. I literally don’t remember last time I connected so much with someone’s music. They are all such incredible people and talented musicians, and Joey’s lyrics just stayed in my heart, he’s so incredible! 

[luffysmeat]

Omg hi, I'm nervous Could you please do an imagine where the s/o is a little traumatized with sex (I don't know if it makes sense to you, but I think ya get it) and she wants to have sex with them but she is... afraid? With Law, Sanji and Shanks? I really love ur blog Sorry about my english

Aaaaah, I hope this is what you wanted! I hope you enjoy these and I'm sorry it took me so long!

Law

You never thought Law would be the cuddly type during his sleep but, once more, you find yourself trapped in his embrace as he snores softly against your neck.

It's a bit hot and his body a bit heavy over yours, but you don't dare to move. You know how hard it is for Law to fall asleep and waking him up means that he'd be in a bad mood during all morning, but it is truly hot, so you can't help but wiggle a little and see how trapped you are.

You are very trapped.

"Don't move," he mumbles against your ear, making you squeak softly. "If you wiggle like that I might-

You freeze feeling him pressed against your thigh: his body is reacting to you and your movements. The feeling of his arousal makes you feel uncomfortable, but you don't move. "I'm sorry," you whisper and he hums. "La-Law," you gasp when his warm and wet tongue swirls around your earlobe, his teeth sinking into the soft skin making it sting just a little, the light pain making a wave of excitement rush through you.

This is okay, everything seems okay. It's Law. It's Law. I'm safe. I'm safe. I'm safe! You say to yourself to calm down your racing heart. The knot in your throat doesn't dissipate, though.

Law tightens his embrace and your heart jumps in fear, your skin suddenly itching uncomfortably.

His kisses travel to your jaw, trying to find the spot that makes you melt, when he finds it you can't help but whimper slightly, the sound making him stop. "What's wrong?"

"Please, no more," you say through gritted teeth and closed eyes, your body is stiff and trembling slightly, your fingers and toes curling. "I- I can't, Law."

Law frowns as he lets go of you, his eyes not leaving you once as he studies you deeply. "What is wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Law," tears start to pour out of your eyes and Law panics, quickly sitting on the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"What! Why are you crying? What's wrong?!"

He doesn't want to touch you, he can't stand looking at you crying, so he stays away, just looking at you laying on the bed, covering your face with your hands and sobbing softly. "Sex- sex scares me."

Oh.

He can't help but feel furious hearing what you say. Not at you, but at the reason behind your fear- whatever or whoever that caused this fear on your, it deserves to die and he's sure he can do it with his bare hands.

Law is not good at expressing his feelings, but he really does feel deep inside his heart, so knowing that his lover is scared to be with him because of someone else, really pisses him. He knows it's not your fault, you are the victim here, dragging a trauma with you for god knows how long ago.

"I really really would like to have sex with you, but I can't, I'm sorry." He doesn't want to hear you apologize, you don't have to apologize for goodness sake! "I'm truly s-

"Stop," he sharply says. "Stop apologizing, you don't have to apologize, dammit!"

You uncover your face to look at him, "Law?"

"It's okay if we don't have sex!" He's avoiding looking at your eyes. "We don't- we don't need to have sex, but... You need to know that I will never hurt you nor push you to do things that make you cry. One day you'll... be able to overcome your fear and, no matter how much time it'll take you, I'll be there to support yo- stop crying!"

"I can't help it! You're saying such sweet things! I love you so much!" You sit up and hug him tightly. "I love you, Law."

Law grunts, hugging you back. "I love you too, [Name]."

Sanji

"S-Sanji!" She giggled when yet another playful butterfly kiss was pressed right behind her right ear. "Stop doing that, I'm trying to eat this!"

"I can't help it, [Name]-chan, I love when you do that sound!" He kissed a different spot on her neck and the sound that came out of her mouth was not alike a giggle, it was heavier and, to Sanji's ears, way too arousing. "And that one too."

"S-Sanji, you worked a lot to make this cake and you don't let me- ah!" She gasped when Sanji wrapped his arms around her middle and his mouth came back to the spot that made her insides feel warm. "Sanji-kun, wait-

His kisses felt good, sending pleasant shivers down her back and making her twist this way and that as arousal started to gather in her body, but with arousal came an awkard sensation that she tried to ignore. The clenching in her heart and the drop in her stomach when Sanji's hands gently started to move around her body, touching lightly to make her feel good.

She tried to ignore the fear starting to crawl and grasp at her chest, 'it's Sanji, it's Sanji. It's okay, it's okay, he doesn't mean harm, he just wants to-

"Sanji, please, stop." Sanji let go of her immediately and stepped a few steps back to let her breath.

He heard the wavering in her voice, the fear and the difficulty in her breathing. "I am so sorry, [Name]-chan." His voice is a whisper as he eyed her carefully.

"It's not your fault," she hurriedly said with a hand pressed above her chest. "I really want to sleep with you but... I'm scared."

Sanji worries deeper hearing your voice. Did someone hurt you? How could someone hurt a lady like you? Sadness overwhelmed his heart seeing you so scare and fragile, even shiver a little. "May I touch you, [Name]-chan?"

She didn't answer right away, but letting out three deep breaths she finally nodded and Sanji approached slowly, not wanting to scare her again. "I'm sorry, Sanji," she whispered with tears in her eyes and Sanji immediately wraps her between his arms in a tight embrace, kissing her forehead.

"No, [Name], please don't apologize. It must be hard for you, I wish I knew before so I wouldn't-

"I really want to, though," she cried, holding tightly onto him. "I really want to be with you in all ways possible, but... I'm scared," she sobbed, making Sanji's heart throb.

"It's okay, my love. It's truly okay." Sanji cupped her face between his hands, cleaning her tears off with his thumbs and kissing her nose lightly.

He knows about trauma, he knows one can't just step away of it easily, he knows it hunts you and eats you up inside, keeping you from moving up, but you're not alone.

"You really are not alone, my love. I'm right here with you," he whispered against her lips, the tip of your nose touching hers. "We don't need sex to demonstrate our love. We don't need to do something that hurts you and causes you despair."

"But I do-

"I understand you want to do it, but let's not rush it right now. Let's take our time to overcome this together, hmm? Even if it takes us years, I'll always be by your side, my love."

"Sanji," she sobbed again and he chuckled softly, kissing the tears falling down her cheeks.

"Sounds like a plan?" She nodded, whining softly. "I love you, [Name]-chan and I've got your back, baby. You don't have to worry about anything."

Shanks

"[Name]-chan, c'mon!" He begs with a whiny voice. "You always tell me no! And I'll let you know that's quiet hot, but I kind of can't hold myself back anymore, please?"

Your whole face burns with every word that leaves his mouth, your eyes also burning with held back tears, hearing the begging tone on his voice. "Shanks, please, I told you no already."

"But why, [Name]-chan? We've been together for a while now and it's not like I'm being obsessive but you are truly beautiful and you always block me when I try to make a move! Ah, but, perhaps, you don't want to be with me in that way?"

"I do!" You gasps, lifting your head to look at him. "I really do, but I- I-

"Don't cry! Oh no, please don't cry, love. I'm sorry, I was so pushy just now, I'm sorry. I promise I'll not ask for it again, just don't cry!" He hugs you tightly, rubbing your back with his warm palm.

"I'm scared," you sob into his shoulder. "I'm scared of sex, Shanks."

"What?" He pulls apart to look at your face: wet with tears. "Did something happen to you? Did someone hurt you?"

His worried expression only makes you cry harder as you hold onto him. "I'm sorry I can't give you what you want, I also really want to have sex with you, but, I just can't. I'm so sorry."

He cups one side of your face, wiping your tears away and pressing his forehead against yours. "I'm the one who's sorry, sweetheart," he whispers. "I kept pushing you and begging around without listening to your reasons, I'm truly sorry."

"Shanks..."

"If you want to, we'll work this out together, yeah?" He smiles gently at you. "I'll show you that you are safe with me, love. There's nothing to be afraid of because I protect you and care of you. And even if you just don't want to do anything about this, I'll still love you endlessly," he says sincerely. "We don't need sex to prove our love, do we?"

You smile at him, "thank you, Shanks."

"There's nothing to thank me for! I love you, [Name] and I care about you and I want your happiness forever." He presses his lips softly against yours and that honestly feels more than enough for both of you.

[saccharinedanganimagines]

Shuichi, Rantaro, Kaito, Komaeda and Kokichi being walked in on by S/O while they're changing, if you'd please (SFW please)? (Also all the new mods are doing a wonderful job, keep it up !!)

i’M aliVe

Thank you very much for reading our stuff! I’m still getting back to the swing of things, so I hope you don’t mind if this is a bit rough!

Putting this under a cut just in case !

~ Mod Ouma

SFW! Shuichi, Rantaro, Kaito, Komaeda and Kokichi being walked in on by S/O while they’re changing

Shuichi Saihara

After a long day’s work, he finally gets to unwind a little.

Being the Ultimate Detective didn’t just mean he had to chase after people that caused trouble. It meant  mountains of paperwork.

Tired from both physical and mental exertion, Shuichi flops over the bed.

Shirt long gone and too sluggish to do anything else, he just stays there.

He hears the distant calling of his name, it doesn’t register in his tired mind. He feels bad for not answering any louder, murmuring replies into his pillow.

Then it’s silent.

“Shuichi? Are you okay-” 

“AAAAAH S / O ?!”

Shuichi screamed, then you screamed- the both of you screamed until you remembered you had legs, bolting through the doorway. 

You tried to close the door, reached for the door knob at least three times before it closed shut.

The two of you meekly apologize for startling one another, nervous laughter fills the air as you two agree not to speak of this ever again-

Nagito Komaeda

Your class is on a three day field trip to a private tropical island.

It’s no surprise Nagito finds his luggage missing. So he’s left with a shirt doused in ocean water.

He didn’t want to get sick, so he opted to take it off, bathing in the sunlight streaming through the windows of his room.

Luckily for him, his luggage managed to get lumped in with yours.

“S/O! Fancy seeing you here.. In my room?”

Nagito doesn’t react so differently at all. But his eyes light up at the sight of his returned belongings.

He’s beaming at you with his usual pure, grateful smile that could make nuns weep. His hands remain suspended in the air after he waved at your frozen figure.

The two of you remain frozen, you, for obvious reasons and he, waiting for you to greet him back.

“You found my things, thank you S/O! .. This isn’t the best time to.. talk, but don’t worry! I’m sure sights like this from trash like-”

Don’t let him finish that sentence!

Panicking after he almost lapses back into his usual line of thought, you throw a shirt at him.

Getting the message, he chuckles shyly and put his new shirt on right.

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi is a really fast changer. He has to be, after multiple outfit changes in between his pranks and whatever undercover DICE work he does.

So he sometimes may get lax about locking his doors.

… But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t rig his bedroom door with traps!

You had walked in on him, assuming he’d be playing video games or napping.

The moment you swing the door open, rolls of cling wrap taped between the frames traps half your face and torso.

For good measure- and to cover up a girlish scream threatening to squeak through him- Kokichi casually chucks his checkered scarf over your faces.

He doesn’t give away his embarrassment, save for how pink his ears are getting as he hurriedly puts on a shirt.

Just kidding, he’s waaay too flustered.

“B-Buy me dinner first before you walk in on me naked, S/O!”

You choke on your words and apologies before Kokichi decides to be merciful.

“Juuuuust kidding! I’m not changing. You’re super pink, so cute!”

This has to be one of the fastest times he had ever changed, it only took him a few seconds to put his excessively buttoned top on before you cut through the cling wrap.

His impish laugh gets a bit strangled near the end as you swat at him for teasing you.

Kaito Momota

You’re not sure how it happened, but you managed to walk in on Kaito changing.

He’s tangled into his school shirt. He’s somehow managed to get his head through one of the sleeves, and his one arm through the lining between the front buttons.

“Kaito?? Are you alri-”

“Wha- WHOA S/O! Didn’t see you there?!?!” 

Kaito tries to set his shirt right, but fails. He ends up burrowing his elbows uncomfortably against his ribs. 

You’re flustered, he’s flustered- no one knows what to do??

Eventually, you’ll find it kind of funny in an endearing sort of way.

“Kaito, you’re making this worse- let me help-”

“Nope! Nah, I-I’ve got this!”

“Kaito no-!”

“D-Don’t worry S/O! I’ll be out in a sec!”

Like a desperate coyote trapped in a cage, he eventually resorts to trying to flex his shirt off.

Nobody would be not sure how to feel about this.

You cringe and back away from the spectacle. 

Some time later, you two manage to laugh about how silly the whole thing was!

Rantaro Amami

Your relationship with Rantaro is a very relaxed one.

At first, Rantaro doesn’t even bat an eye at your sudden appearance.

He’s not sure why or when you’re suddenly in the room with him.

“S/O, you gave me quite a scare there,” he chuckled, feeling both endeared and embarrassed by how slowly your face turned into a tomato.

“S-Sorry, should’ve locked the door.”

With a strangled cry, you manage to rip your feet off the floor and hide behind the door frame.

From there, you chastise him for not locking the door while he a blush finally breaks out on his cheeks as he gives you a rare bashful smiles behind the room’s walls.

“That’s fair. Though, you should be more careful. An adventurer should always look before they walk.”, he lightly jokes.

Neither you or Rantaro brings back that little event afterwards. But it was relatively easy to fall back into a pleasant atmosphere with how casual and nonchalant he was being.

[ryouverua]

Love Across the Universe

So life after DR looks....................... interesting.

Going into this was so weird and for a moment I couldn’t figure out why. And then I remembered that because I had ended up spending a good chunk of the game as Shuichi, I had forgotten that this scene was originally presented to us from Kaede’s POV - which makes this very interesting. We never got to see Shuichi’s thoughts before Rantaro died and Kaede was found as the culprit - before he went through an incredibly traumatizing event and ended up reliving his worst nightmare. With just a limited ‘before’ picture, it’s pretty easy to treat Shuichi’s thoughts as his de facto state when they’re.... really.... not, even during the quieter moments. What will his voice will be like in this scenario? It’ll be nice to even get a bit of insight.

WAIT

I thought they didn’t remember the actual kidnapping itself - did they?

Is this a blend of pre and post first flashback light? Am I reading entirely too into this??? Probably tbh but still -

He did wake up with the uniform on so yeah, post-talents, but...

......... This is an incredibly condensed version. Shuichi’s giving us a narrative flashback then?

I’M TALKING TO KAEDE AS SHUICHI THIS IS WEEEEEIRD

Gonna be honest I liked it better when most of you were dead

Shuichi still looks to Kaede for some leadership, of course. That hasn't changed.

Yeeeeeees Shuichi thoughts on the prologue give me moooooore

AAAAAH EVERYONE IS HERE!!! ;A;

Again, this is post-flashback light, so.... Tsumugi is probably feigning fright. Maybe? This is supposed to echo the pre-light scene, which lends some weight to the theory that she’s playing up her reaction both times. However, seeing as she was exposed to the original flashback/blackout light everyone else was, wouldn't she be experiencing all of this for the first time too? Is there a chance the first round was genuine? Hell, could this be genuine, because having a giant mecha with guns on their arms jump in your face is a solid 10/10 on the intimidating list?

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT GO LASER-FOCUSED ON ALL THE TSUMUGI LINES HERE

The whole team is back together though.... Ghgh. I remember this part vaguely...

Talk about establishing character traits quickly. 8���) This was a pretty great intro as far as showing what everyone is like, quickly.

They had Maki and Kaito bouncing off of each other this early too...

YOU

HOLY HELL I FORGOT HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU IN THE GAME

He was just so collected and aware....

.... I feel like this joke was a lot more drawn-out.

.......................... I have to know how they're going to handwave this. He decided to cancel it?!

Birds of a feather and all of that

GGGH GODDAMN, OKAY

.... okay once again all the Monokid antics are kinda dragging things along but this was admittedly funny

It is really, really hard to miss all of the jokes about the truth of the world once you’re on the other side. Like, damn. I feel like they were probably a lot more blatant than I realize in the game, too.

Rantaro stop being such a leader, damn.

Seriously this is 100% why he had to go, huh. I could see him swinging the protagonist or rival role in the last game.... or even an investigative role. He just has enough of all three traits - smart, taking charge, lone wolf, etc - that he’d be a complete stage-stealer.

Aaaaaw, thanks -

.... uh -

Oh

O h .

WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

Is it because of how blatant he’s being about it

How they’re not even hiding the show aspect anymore

Is it because Monokuma looked at a class including Miu, Kokichi and Korekiyo and said, ‘yup! These guys would be perfect for a dating show rather than the original killing game I planned!’

Kaito out of everyone here you will have the least problems in getting someone interested in you.

I guess the difficulty comes in him not being oblivious to it w h o o p s

IS THIS SERIOUSLY ‘DATE OR DIE’

....... It’s true but it’s still not great AND YOU STILL KIDNAPPED THEM AND ARE COERCING THEM TO -

Wait

Would Kaito still have his illness in this universe??? Doesn’t that mean he’s going to die anyway????? Or would this mean he was given it in the first or second chapter?! HEY MONOKUMA -

‘Also I’ve planted a life-threatening illness in one of you. No spoilers, though!’

......... Would this potentially mean that this could have happened ahead of the actual killing game, and none of the kids got with each other which resulted in the killing game actually happening which actually makes this ‘Life before DR -’

That was the premise of DR1′s bonus mode if I remember correctly. Huh.

‘So Shuichi here are 15 love keys. HAVE FUN!’

.... Also, uh. K1-b0 exists, so wouldn't they be watching through him? Guess that’s something they wouldn't want to bring up here...

“You really put the ‘ace’ in ‘space’, huh.”

Okay, just normal instructions from here. Dating tickets, FTE, etc... seems easy enough. Time to finally unlock all the bonus stuff!

P-Please don’t put it that way...

And look at this picture, redesigned with Shuichi at the helm of it all!

I’m just going to take a moment to appreciate how poorly he’s taking the whole dating show with his inner dialogue lmao 

same though

[ain-t-bovvered]

14x12 Commentary (europe edition)

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon  (Kat)

@waywardbaby  (Zeta)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giul)

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Giu: Oh donatello

Zeta : What a flashback

Nat: ugh... so sick of nick already

Giul: Whatever it takes oh yes cas is gonna do something stupid ?

Nat: "Not even an Archangel"

Giul: Dean doesn’t joke too in terms of stupid decisions.

Nat: Stop it Dean

Zeta : My heart will go on, I’m sorry

Giul: Well that’s creepy

Nat: NO

Zeta: Ohhh fuck

Giul: I’m crying

Nat: Baby NOOO NOOOO Fuck

Zeta : Test drive

Kat :  the hand porn though

Giul: That’s fucking terrifying

Zeta : True

Giu: Dean’s face will hunt me forever now. Jensen JFC .

Zeta : Fuck

Nat: Shit

Giu: Dont

Kat : I cried during this

Giu: I am crying

Giu: Hell’s flashbacks tho

I’m hating myself now.

[Dean pounding on the metal ]  : No. No!. Sam SAM!

-Up I’m having serious parallels with when he woke up in the coffin after hell.But this time he can’t get out. NICE

- Look at his hands trembling. CAN YALL NOT

[Cell’s lights goes off] the box is dark now. 

NO I HATE THIS ALREADY.

-Oh thank god. 

Zeta : Sam is naked

Kat : They both are

Giu: OH FUCK

Nat: Shit

- D:” Just a bad dream, it’s fine. I’m ok”

Zeta : Never said I wasn’t scared

Giu: fucking hell

- D: "Never said I wasn't scared.But it doesn’t matter”

Nat: Fuck you

- S:” But what you are talking about is far worse than death. Michael is an archangel, he could literally keep you buried in a coffin, alive, forever.

Giu: Told ya

Kat : Hate this

Giu: That Henley. I love how it rest on Jensen’s hips. distracting.

Kat : Single layer porn!

Nat: I'm not ok .Do I have to keep watching? Ugh

Kat : YES

Giu: the fuck is happening

Zeta : What now?

Giu: They really want to play with this water and drowning bullshit

- Also this episode is already aesthetically pleasing . and that I appreciate .

Kat: They play with so many parallels this week

Kat : It’s like a Criminal Minds episode

Giul: I’m so loving this

Nat: who is he

Giul: Fucker of the week

Kat : UGH NICK GO AWAY

Zeta: Busy bee

Nat: None of that was my fault

Giul: He’s a serial killer so go off i guess

Giul: Yeah well the devil left the rest is all you bitch

Kat : I like the cop lol

- Nick is so empty right now. He’s the most dangerous human honestly.

Giul: Goddammit mark. 

Nat: The TALK

- D:”You’re gonna see it through to the end”

Giul: Shut up

Zeta : Mom hates this

Giul: WE HATE THIS

Zeta: Yeah right

- S:” And Cas and Jack, you haven’t even told them”

- D:” Well that’s because I’m not good with the whole big goodbyes, all right? I don’t need to get shaky on this”

Giul: and HE DIDN T TOLD THEM . HOW DARE

Nat: Can I smack Dean over the head?

Nat: Am I allowed to?

Kat: ITS DEAN OF COURSE HE DIDN’T

-D:” Just put the end of this trip out of your head, okay?”

Giul: MY BABE

- C:” Where you able to talk him out of it?”

 S:”No so I’m counting on you”

Giul: LOL SAM TOLD HIM

Nat: Awwww Cas knows tho

Giul: good sam

- He asked Rowena’s help too AAAAAH

Nat: of course he would

Giul: WE KNEW

Zeta: Remarkable command of profanity

Nat: LOL Cas about Rowena

Giul: “ Maybe if I spoke with Dean"BAAAABE

- S:”If we don’t find some way...Dean’s gone”

You have to step on my dead cold body first tho

Nat: Dean washed his hands tho 

Nat: at least

Kat : He’s a clean freak

Giul: Well remember how he barely touches the public phone booths?

-tHIS EPISODE IS BEAUTIFUL

Kat: This dude is so whacked out

Giul: This is a criminal minds ep. WHEELS UP, where is Rossi when we need him?

Nat: I'm sick of this dude already

Giul: Finally some gore

Kat: BABY

- D:” Do ever think about when we were kids? I know I wasn’t the greatest brother to you”

Giul: DUDE DON’T 

Zeta: Regrets

- S:” Dean , you were the one who was always there for me. The only one. You practically raised me”

Giul: U MY DA

Kat: DUDE IMMA CRY AGAIN

Nat: Sammy, stop

Giul: FUCK

Nat: SAMMEEHHHH STOP

Nat: SHIT STOP IT GUYS

Giul: oh this is for the 300 mood

Kat:  I think so too

- D:” Things got dicey. You know with Dad, the way he was. I didn’t always look out for you the way I should’ve”

- lol Sam doesn’t want to hear this shit

- D:” I mean, I had my own stuff, you know. In order to keep peace I probably looked like I took his side quite a bit. Sometimes when I was away, you know it wasn't because I just ran out, right? Dad would , he would send me away when I really pissed him off. I think you knew that”

Nat:  I fucking cry

Kat: JOHN YOU FUCKER

- S: “ Man, I left that behind a long time ago, I had to-”

- Look you can pin point the exact moment the eyes starts to get watery...damn it Jared.

- S:” And if we are gonna get through this, I have to do , like you said and try and keep my mind off of where we’re going. So if we could not have conversations that sound like deadbeat apologies, I would really appreciate it”

Giul: YES. THANK YOU SAM.

Zeta: Yeah ok  I’m hating this

Nat: Fuck, I'm not ok. 

Nat: I like the cop

Giul: BITCH DONT

Kat : Told you Ain’t God he’s praying to

Nat: DIGNITY hahahhaha

Zeta: Yep

Nat: FUck

Giul: WELL THAT’s

Zeta: That was so predictable

Nat: Nick's a fucking lsdhfishgoiewahgpieshgäahgeisladhflidshglidsea

Kat : Can he die already? I shouldn't smash my work computers keyboard that hard, probably

Giul: Hey gotta hand it to the guy tho, he’s pretty resourceful

- Sam finding a case. I’m not even surprised.

Zeta: The Winchester boys

Nat: ONE LAST CASE FOR THE WINCHESTER BOYS fuck you

- S:” You had to go there”

Kat: Damn it

Zeta: Enochian

Zeta: FBI

Giul: YAS

Nat: I'd open up that door so fast tho

Nat: and get on my knees

Kat: Control yourself woman

Nat: You know who you're talking to, right?

( that sentence is knitted in the back of our watch biker gang jackets)

Kat : THE COATS

Giul: FBI FBI FBI FBI

Giul: dean sitting so cutely

Zeta: I’m sorry.Has anybody noticed how huge their feet are?? 

Giul: licking lips

Nat: Dean's such a smol bean next to Sam.

Kat: Dean looks so tiny.GET OUT OF MY HEAD

- This all conversation with the twin is a real guilty trip for Dean. 

- Also this confirms that Dean and Sam knows some enochian. And that’s sexy.

Talk enochian to me * trumpet sounds*

Giul: CASTIEL MY BABE

Zeta: Angel on call

Nat: Awww Cas smiles

- C:” Dean” “ [BIG FUCKING SMILE] “Is so good to hear from you”

Giul: WOW he’s so- GODDAMMIT

- [stammering] : ok...well ..good. Ah [clear throat] listen , Cass....

- C:” You are working a case? That Is So GoOd tO hEaR. So I assume that means you’re not going to go through with it. Because I have to say, Dean , this plans of yours, it was born of, of desperation , not reason”

Kat: BUSTED

Giul: WE KNOW

- C:” I-I know that I’m not supposed to know , what I know,  but”

- D:”  "Look I'm fine with my plan"

Nat: LIAAAR

-C:” NEED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION”

Zeta: It’s good to hear your voice

Giul: MARRIED

Zeta: I love you

- D:” Really?”  S: “ Dean, it’s your husband  Cass I had to tell him”

Giul: lol can we remember that Cas fucked up Donatello for them?

Nat: How he leans against Baby tho I caught myself staring at his crotch. oops

Zeta: Well....

Giul: Aaaaand flannel again

Giul: Shocking

Nat: SURPRISE It's funnier in Enochian I guess

- ALSO hell yeah for Dean being the smarty pants ! I live for these moments. We all know Sam is the main  brain , but seeing the writers giving us these brilliant Dean moments is life.

Giul: He cray. This is so creepy amazing. Finally some spn old style

Kat: I know, they finally have a proper almost scary ep again

Nat: Yes. I still remember how creepy sometimes Season 1 was. oh they're here to save the day

Zeta: The Winchester boys

Giul: MOOSE IS ANGRY . SQUIRREL TOO

Zeta: Bamf much?! The hiss

Nat: Dean, control your anger!

Giul: H. O. T

- Poor guy tho, it’s not his fault .

Kat: Love snarly boys!

Giul: WELL FUCK

Zeta: Baby’s ass! I’m sorry again

Giul:  We end the ninja turtle

Giul: UUUUUUGH

Kat: Ugh this bitch again

-Vintage Nick

Nat: I wanna skip Nick. Can I skip Nick?

Giul: NO Mark acting is gold

Kat I hate this whole scene

Nat: He's too good and I hate him

Giul: Wait Why is No NO , fuck no. WHAT

- The fucking ice .... 

- N: “Lucifer....?”

 Sarah : 

Kat: ITS DUMB AF

Kat: I HATE THIS SCENE

Nat: SPN makes me question so many things

Giu: FUCK MARK OK

Nat: TELL HIM. I LIKE HER

Zeta: She kinda hates him

Kat: BUT SHE DOESN’T DO ANYTHING.SHE SHOULD BE THROWING HIM AGAINST WALLS AND SHIT

Giul: Let her leave bro

Nat: NICK LISTEN TO YOUR DAMN DEAD WIFE

- N: “ I can’t”

Kat: Nope he’s gonna be a little bitch

Giul: Oh I’m sorry he’s like a Stockholm victim.

Nat: "I'm sorry." Is he really tho?

- N:”Wherever is darkest”

Kat: Melodramatic much Nick?

Nat: DR CAS

- DR NOVAK

Zeta: Oh hello

Giul: THE OTHER Mr Winchester.  

Giul: OOH OOH HOT

Nat: Dean's smirking

Giu: DOCTOR

Zeta: Giuls, u ok??

Giul: I . AM.  NOT.  EARSKYHGZLYCBTSGKBP FUCK ME

- Doctor: follow me.

 Sam scrambling the fuck away from the sexual tension

Dean eyes on Cass [starts the sexual tension]

me [bathing in sexual tension]

Nat: THE HAIR ON CAS THO

- C:” It was necessary, doesn’t mean I don’t regret it. Doesn’t mean I don’t wish there could've been another way”

- C: 

- “Please don’t compare this��with your suicidal plan. Just stop it”

[ tilting head in angry ]

Zeta: Tell him Cas

- D:” Why don’t we talk about that later”

Nat: "according to your plan, there won't be a later." I love Cas

Giul: YES

Kat: THE SASS

Giul: CAS BABE

- D:” You think this is easy on me?”

-Why does it always look like Cas is on the verge of tears and they never fucking show us the real deal 

- C:” So then, this is goodbye?”

Zeta:He’s hurting

- ThE FuCK Is tHaT LoOk DeAN

Nat: "Guys.. stop bickering." Is what Sam should have said. lol

lol and Cas holding Dean’s gaze a bit before focusing on Sam. Good moment

- D:” I thought he was too far gone”

 C: “Dean if there is a spark of hope. then I have to try “

- Damn these writers are not being subtle.

-C: “ YOU taught me that”

Giul: GUYS I CAN T

Zeta: *pats your back *

Nat&Kat:"Get out."

Giul: when castiel get so riled up I get all tingly.YES ORDER ME AROUND

Zeta: @Giul control yourself woman

Giu: PSH HAVE U SEEN THIS...[gestures vaguely] HOW

- Sam not being subtle too

Nat: Sam's throwing shades

Kat: THE DIMPLES OF DISCONTENT

-I will never get tired of Cas glowly hand

Giul: ANGEL EYES YAAAASP

Kat: Okay dude would be choking on that tube

Giul: CAN I WAKE UP LIKE THAT TOO

Nat: I wanna wake up being surrounded by three hot boys

Giul: [clicks tongue]

Kat: With three handsome men? Yes please

- yeah ok you can’t fucking say that and look up  at Castiel, Dean..you motherfucker 

- C:” Would do like more grape jello?” [voice deepest than Dean’s closet]

Giul: WHAT WAS THAT VOICE CAS i felt it in my [censored] 

Kat: Donatello and his chicken

- Those two whispering like that .... fuck you

Nat: THE dimples

- Castiel’s little awkward smile 

- This episode is so beautifully shot I can’t

Kat: I need a gif of them legs @Giulia please ma’am

Giul&Zeta: NO REST FOR THE SELF DESTRUCTIVE.

- D: “We are going out on a high”

i wanna slap him....hard

- D: “ Sorry”

 S: “sOrRY “ *chuckles*

- Sam is not drinking beer, he’s drinking hot salty tea.

Nat: Sam's really at it, huh? Trying to guilt trip Dean out of it

Giul: i don’t blame him

Nat: Can't be mad at him, tho

- S:” I have to throw away everything we stand for” aaaaand the voice cracks....good....great...

Zeta: He’s soooooo angry

Kat: Sam’s hair is so fluffy

Nat: LISTEN TO SAMMY DEAN

-S.” You just don’t check out of it “ * snarls and pushed Dean*

Dean is offended of the push.

Bitch you don’t get to be offended

- S: “ if you quit us today, there won’t be a tomorrow. What are you doing now it’s wrong,it’s QUITTING”

Giul: SAM MAD DESPERATE VOICE IS GOOD

Nat: I believe in us, Dean

-Dean doesn’t respond.

- Sam:

- Sam is all of us

Zeta: Smack him

-[Enters desperate hug]

Nat: fuck, now i'm crying

Giul: sobs

Nat: fuck no shit

Giul: OH COME ON

Kat: THIS HUG

- [strained voice] S: “why don’t you believe in us too?”

Giul: It’s too early for this.

-Sam looks like a kid here , a scared sad kid and I CAN’T DEAL WITH IT 

Kat: SAM HOLDS ON SO TIGHT

- D:”Okay Sam”

 Sam sniffs

 D: “Let’s go home”

Nat: I need a cigarette and lots of wine

Giul: MOOD

Zeta: This fucking hurts so bad

Nat: Why you gotta make me cry tho

Giul: GOOD LORD. Stop the voice breaking

- D:” And I’ll keep believing until I can’t”

Kat: MY BOYS 😭😭😭😭

Nat: NO

Giul: JARED WTF

- D:” you’ll have to take it for what it is....the end”

Nat: SAM WON'T DO IT

Giul: STOP IT

-D:” and you have to promise me “ [Dean’s voice get high] “ that you’ll do then what you can’t do now. and that’s let me go”

Giul: HE FUCKING WON T

Nat: FUCK YOU ALL

Kat: JARED STOP YOUR FACE

Nat: FUCK YOU

Giul: JARED FUCK U

Kat: ALL OF YOU STOP YOUR FACES

Giul: FUCK IT FUCK ALL OF U

Nat: I'M DONE FUCK THIS SHIT

-D:” Just don’t hit me again”

- STOP THIS FUCKING MUSIC RIGHT FUCKING NOW

Zeta: i HATE ALL OF THIS

Nat: I DON'T WANNA WATCH ANYMORE, NO MORE SPN FOR ME

Zeta: I HAAAAAAATE IT!!!!!

Giul: AND WE HAVE ALL SEASON 15 too

Nat: FUCK THIS

Giul: YAAAASP GUYS

Kat : NO YOU HAVE TO WATCH NEXT WEEK

Giul: PROMO NOW

Zeta: Yeet

Kat: PREVIEW

Giul: GO WATCH THE PROMO BITCH

Kat : GO I CAN’T FREAKING WAIT

Giul: i LOVE IT 

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[grandmasterofwangxiancultivation]

SV ch.64

I decided to give myself a reward, since I'm working very hard and all, so I said "okay girl, one chapter" and what did I do? I jumped on sv

We were left with the confirmation (that didn't surprise absolutely anyone) that father-in-law is batshit crazy, since it seems he wants to merge human and demon together. BUT WHY??? ISN'T HUMANITY ATROCIOUS ENOUGH? WHY DO YOU WANNA CREATE SO MUCH CAOS- wait, right, he is a demon, I'm stupid

EDIT:

Shen Qingqiu’s voice dropped low. “So this was the ‘present’ you wanted to send? Don’t you think it’s a bit too malicious on your part?”

always so refined when voicing his opinion, does it seem like he was kidnapped? yeah, pls, let’s just talk about the destruction of the world as we know it a bit more-

Tianlang-Jun rubbed his chin in contemplation, then spoke in that cultured tone of his. “I really harbor no ill will towards them at all–I love the human world very much, and it’s long been a long-cherished wish of mine for deeper communication between the two races.”

(that moment when you prefer being hated rather than loved)

EDIT 2: did i ever tell you i love it when shizun goes all shizun-ish on people? DID I? PROBABLY RIGHT? BLESS SHIZUN EVERY DAY, how he tries to make big boss reflet upon how foolish his idea is with such clever words.... AAAAAH I MISSED YOU SHIZUN! father-in-law is just too stubborn, in that charmingly evil kind of way, you know? he is all shrugging shoulders and “i’ll merge the two world and deal with death after. it’s not such a bad thing, a dead person or 290358598459034, no prob, i’ll deal with it ‘cause i love humanity!!”

like.... okay?

EDIT 3:

He turned so that Shen Qingqiu could no longer see his expression. He could only hear him sigh quietly. “Ah Xiyan, she really was…”

She really was…what?

Shen Qingqiu pondered over that subtle tone of his. Sweet and gentle? Pure and kind?

Tianlang-Jun continued, “Cold and ruthless. That was what I loved about her.”

OOOOOH THAT’S WHAT I CALL JUICY DETAILS!!!

EDIT 4:

Although Luo Binghe had never mentioned a word, Shen Qingqiu knew that deep inside, he often dreamed about what his birth parents would be like. He knew that he was born of a distinguished young woman and a powerful demon noble, but he could never put names or faces to them. So he always secretly imagined how it would be if they were still there…how tender and warm they would be, and how they would protect him from anyone that looked down on him.

BABE. OH BABE. OMG I CAN IMAGINE A YOUNGER LBH DREAMING ABOUT HIS FAMILY AND THINKING ABOUT HOW THINGS WOULD HAVE BEEN WITH THEM IN HIS LIFE NOT KNOWING WHAT KIND OF PERSON HIS FATHER REALLY IS OMGGGGGGGGG I WANNA HUG HIM

BABE

I LOVE YOU, I’LL GIVE YOU ALL THE AFFECTION YOU NEED- i think a part of shizun wants to give him this, too. mama shizun. or daddy shizun. OOOOH IS THAT A KINK-

EDIT 5:

As soon as that demon girl that had been following him the entire time left, Shen Qingqiu immediately collapsed onto his bed in relief. He closed his eyes and waited for the dreamscape to descend.

doesn’t he seem eager to reunite with his lbh-

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he suddenly felt the moonlight quiver. Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes and saw Luo Binghe half-kneeling before his bed.

(BINGHE. BABE, YOU’RE SHIZUN IS THERE, HUG THE SHIT OUT OF HIM-)

EDIT 6:

“Luo Binghe, listen to me, there’s something very important here––” Shen Qingqiu had just begun speaking when Luo Binghe immediately tackled him.

OKAY W O W BLESS OMG-

EDIT 7:

He threw himself over Shen Qingqiu, who fell back onto the bed, his mouth sealed shut by a soft warmth on top of him. He couldn’t make the slightest sound and was forced to stare helplessly as his face grew furiously more red by the moment. Luo Binghe had no sense of restraint, and his kisses grew deeper and deeper like he was a small beast trying to devour his prey.

OKAY NO WHAT ARE THEY KISSING LBH IS  K I S S I N G HIM AND 

IS

SHIZUN

BLUSHING

OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD YES BLESS THIS WHAT HELP ICANTFREAKINGBREATH-

EDIT 8: i’m still trying to regain my ability to be alive ‘cause those fewline nearly KILLED ME-

EDIT 9:

Shen Qingqiu finally managed to catch his breath and commanded, “…….Luo Binghe, kneel properly now!”

mh, shizun, you don’t seem so angry for those kisses, muahahaha

Luo Binghe lifted the hems of his robes and immediately fell into a perfect kneeling posture.

“Do you know why you’re kneeling right now?” Shen Qingqiu asked.

Luo Binghe’s back was as straight as a board as he replied. “This one is but a lowly disciple, and yet assaulted Shizun……”

THANK YOU FOR KISSING THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. THANK YOU.

EDIT 10:

Shen Qingqiu chastised him. “Who told you to say that! This master will settle the matter with you later. Tianlang-Jun told you to hand over the Heart Devil sword and you just went ahead and gave it to him? I don’t remember teaching you to be such a……” Such a naive little girl1!

Luo Binghe replied, “I had no choice. Besides, it wasn’t anything particularly important, so why not hand it over?”

Wasn’t anything particularly important? This all-powerful treasure that most could cry and sob for but never even glimpse at! Even a mountain of riches couldn’t stand up to the prodigal son.

OKAY, yes, i love how he pointed this out because yeah, it’s such an incredible big deal, and yet lbh didn’t hesitate a second to hand it over, knowing that not doing it would mean harm shizun. he is so different from the original binghe, he cares about power only in order to protect shizun and that MAKES MY HEART GO ALL DOKIDOKI AND LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

EDIT 11:

His tone was rather like that of a petulant young woman, one who was always clinging onto her partner asking, “Do you really love me? Do you love your career more than you love me?”

i love shizun’s comparison, they are always so on point.

EDIT 12: WAIT WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT

THE

FUCK

I’VE BEEN TREACKED

Somehow it seemed like……this wasn’t a dream?

That meant…Luo Binghe was standing in his tent, and not just in his dreamscapes.

The one in front of him was the man himself!

THEY REALLY KISSED? NOT DREAM-KISSED BUT KISSED-KISSED?????????

MDOPVGKWERèOèEKèPEWR

BINGHE YOU ARE SO FUCKING BOLD

I LOVE YOU

ThEy KiSsEd siojrgpowkrgpowrklgpfvwlre

EDIT 12:

He no longer held the Heart Devil sword that could open a door to anywhere. Crossing the entire northern country to arrive here had to be well over a thousand miles.

HE LOVES YOU, HE WOULD FRIGGING F L Y SO THAT HE COULD COME AND SAVE YOU

EDIT 13:

Luo Binghe took advantage of his hesitation to press one leg up onto his bedside. Shen Qingqiu could almost taste the blood rising into his mouth, but he needed to maintain his dignity as Shizun. “Luo Binghe, ah Luo Binghe. Don’t you think you’re being too arrogant, far too conceited in your audacity? You’ve served yourself up on a silver platter. At least twenty percent of demons of the South are here, not to mention two powerful elders of your bloodline. If you’re discovered, you’re as good as dead!”

(I DON’T DETECT DISGUST, SHIIIIIIIZUN, YOU’RE BEING SO WORRIED AND PROTECTIVE- MY HEART, GUYS, MY HEARTOIEJRVIEJKSFIVKER

also, is it just me or imaging shizun trying to keep his back straight (AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH) and his dignity intact while sultry-looking binghe tries to kiss him is the funniest thing ever?)

Luo Binghe replied, “Shizun, I couldn’t bear to stand by as you were stolen away. I was afraid he would activate the demonic blood within you. You can’t tell me to just sit there and wait. Shizun, please stop scolding me for this; I truly couldn’t hold back any longer.”

*swoon* omg binghe-

EDIT 14:

Zhuzhi-Lang’s voice carried in. “Master Shen3? Have you turned in already?”

As soon as he heard this, Luo Binghe’s eyes suddenly took on a murderous light as he turned towards the sound with an ice-cold glare. Shen Qingqiu was busy holding him down, giving him a stern look that told him not to be rash.

He didn’t know what was happening, but Luo Binghe’s face blushed quite red under that look, sending a shiver down his spine. Outside the tent, the demon army was patrolling, and inside the tent, there was nowhere to hide. With little other choice, he lifted the covers and Luo Binghe readily slid in.

OKAY HOW THE HELL

IS THIS SCENE SO FUCKING SEXY?

I’M SCREAMING

I AM CHOKING

MURDEROUS LBH MAKES ME SWOON BUT

STERN-LOOKING SHIZUN AND TREMBLING-M LBH

what did i do to deserve such a wonderful gift, WHAT-

AND BINGHE SLID UNDER THE COVERS OF SHIZUN’S BED

SHIZUN’S  B E D 

ARE WE ALL ON THE SAME PAGE HERE ‘CAUSE I FEELING LIKE I AM GOING TO EXPLODE

EDIT 15:

Luo Binghe peeked out and asked suspiciously, “Why is that snake coming inside while Shizun is sleeping?”

jealous binghe is the reason why i am alive in this planet

EDIT 16:

Shen Qingqiu replied, “I was sleepy, and didn’t want to reply. Xizhi-Lang, you should go now.”

Zhuzhi-Lang was taken aback. “Didn’t we already agree during the day?”

[...] Luo Binghe poked his head out again and questioned him quietly, “What did you agree to?”

JEALOUS BINGHE 2.0 AND I’M FLYING AWAAAAAAAAAAY if i were you, i’d run away, zhuzhzuhzuzu

EDIT 17:

Zhuzhi-Lang asked, “Master Shen, will you be okay?”

Behind him, Luo Binghe suddenly tore off the blankets, his entire face full of rage. Shen Qingqiu expression didn’t change the slightest. “I’m used to it.”

Zhuzhi-Lang nodded, then turned and placed a golden stove on the small table beside them. Taking advantage of the moment, Shen Qingqiu waved a hand and forced Luo Binghe back under the blankets, covering him in an instant. By the time Zhuzhi-Lang turned back around, he was already back to standing as usual, not a single hair out of place. Zhuzhi-Lang took one of the burning red coals out and said, “Master Shen, please remove your overclothes.”

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY HELP IT SEEMS ONE OF THOSE BAD FAMILY COMEDIES 

EDIT 18:

Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and began slowly untying his waist sash. He was afraid of moving too quickly. If he actually took it all off, Luo Binghe would likely tear down the bed and Zhuzhi-Lang along with it. He moved slow enough to drive even the most patient man to frustration. After waiting for a long while, Zhuzhi-Lang finally couldn’t help but glance towards him. “Perhaps Master Shen’s fingers are having trouble? Would this one be able to help?”

Shen Qingqiu saw his gaze lifting towards him, and hurriedly pulled at the lapels of his robes, the outermost garment sliding easily off his shoulders.

THIS SCENE IS TOO MUCH. JUST IMAGINE LBH’S FACE RIGHT NOW, SOMEONE ELSE IS TOUCHING IS SHIZUN, SHIZUN IS TAKING PART OF HIS CLOTHES OFF IN FRONT OF SOMEONE ELSE AND HE HAS TO STAY HIDDEN

*whispers* and are you noticing how shizun’s reaction are getting milder and milder? look at that (trying to not provoke lbh’s rage) when zzhzuhzuzhz offers to help-

EDIT 19:

Luo Binghe silently threw his palm forwards, sending a massive wave of black Qi towards Zhuzhi-Lang’s back. Shen Qingqiu suddenly waved his hand and smacked the piece of coal right out of Zhuzhi-Lang’s grasp.

The coal rolled across the ground and out of the tent. Zhuzhi-Lang, who was smacked for absolutely no reason, was left at a complete loss. Shen Qingqiu explained apologetically, “My hand slipped.”

IS THIS NOVEL TRYING TO KILL ME BY MAKING ME LAUGH TO DEATH?!?!?!?! THE SPECTACULAR DUO

THEY ARE SO CLUMSY OMG

EDIT 20:

He beckoned with his finger and the fallen garment flew into his hand. He threw it onto Shen Qingqiu’s shoulders. “Put it on!”

[...] Shen Qingqiu spoke, “Why? I’m going to need to take it off anyway.”Luo Binghe replied angrily, “…Why is it that Shizun has to take off your clothes and let him stare are you?”

JEALOUS LBH 3.0 i think i’m gonna make a list with my jealous lbh favorite moments, what about it

EDIT 21:

Zhuzhi-Lang asked, “Master Shen, didn’t you just say ‘not on the bed’?”

Shen Qingqiu smiled a little. “Oh? Really? Did I say that?”

Having to cover it up in a rush, he had accidentally sat right on top of Luo Binghe…….

But sitting like this was actually not bad–Luo Binghe finally obediently stopped moving.

bet lbh is elated

EDIT 22: OKAY BUT CAN WE STOP FOR A SECOND AND JUST READ THIS

“Is Master Shen not hot?”

“It’s not hot.”

"Then, Master Shen, doesn’t it…hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt,"

“Several times before, Master Shen always seemed extremely reluctant. Tonight you’ve finally taken the initiative, as it should be.”

“Is this enough?”

“Yes, this is fine.”

AND THINK ABOUT WHAT IT MAY SEEM LIKE IN LBH’S HEAD? I AM DYING. I THINK HE IS DYING TO KILL ZHZUHZUZHZU 

EDIT 23:

Shen Qingqiu was overjoyed. Luo Binghe was probably approaching his limit too. But who knew that Zhuzhi-Lang wasn’t quite done speaking yet. “Junshang has just said that tonight, he too wanted to stop by…”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when Luo Binghe finally couldn’t take it anymore and stood up violently.

OH SHIT