#AND ITS ALL THANKS TO YOU NOT SO RANDOM CITIZEN!

[gjdraws]

Artist self rec! When you get this reply with your five favorite pieces that you've made, then pass it on to at least five other people. Let's spread the self love. 💜

YANKS THIS OUT OF DRAFTS

Thank u this ask actually made me get off my butt and draw things

five favourite pieces fjdnsksl we will now see examples of recency bias (in no particular order):

big fan of this. trying out new style of colouring with minimum size of 'blob' in the 'blobby' painting style. not a 100% on the mark but it has a certain sumn sumn

2. Also fan of this - another attempt at 'this and no further' blob. mostly not a success but loving how the two color palettes still look like they belong (as opposed to i pasted 2 separate drawings nearby)

3. that one time i sat in a car for 3 hours and did a plein air

4. and finally one more plein air that i mustered up courage for but with watercolours on a notebook the size of my palm

[sarioh]

While you are gone just saying i love you tumblr user rio sarioh

i love u too anon i hope u are doing well.......i am sorry for disappearing but im on my ethoslab arc right now (absent father)

[who-u-calling-pinhead]

As someone that has dark jak as my favorite form of jak finds the whole concept of "dark jak" interesting, seeing how it's just so... unused in jak 2, story wise AND gameplay wise just hurts.

Story wise, literally the ONLY times the dark form pops up is when daxter first finds jak in prison, and in the cutscene before the kor fight.

Gameplay wise, it's useless without its area clearing abilities. You just save up a bunch of dark eco, and when you have enough, you can't even get out of dark form once you activate it, you HAVE to stay in it until you run out of dark eco. There's no changes to your attacks too, other than your punches locking onto enemies.

They could've done some cool shit with it but naughty dog was like "Nah, im'ma do my own thing."

You know what they could've done to make the whole "dark form" a bigger part of the game?

Have jak struggle to keep it hidden. Not only in story cutscenes, but in gameplay too.

Yes, he may be an eco channeler, but this is dark eco he's dealing with, it's unstable and unpredictable, you never know what will happen with it.

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Just imagine, during gameplay.

If you decide to just save your dark eco when you have enough to go dark jak, overtime, there can be a random chance where jak just automatically goes dark without your input.

The chances increase the longer you go without using dark jak.

Only differences I think there could be from if you manually went dark is that you just can't control jak for the time this happens, he'll attack anything nearby, metal head, guard, or citizen.

Of course, when you don't have anymore dark eco, you regain control of jak. But, you're left with half health, since I can imagine holding back all that dark eco for so long can cause harm to jak.

Basically a way to encourage the player to use it more or end up having the game use it for them.

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Now Imagine, story wise.

I can imagine in moments where praxis or errol are present, considering the fact that these two are responsible for putting jak through... whatever he went through in the dark warrior program, of course, he'd hold a grudge against the both of them. Whenever one of these two are present, jak would get a little mad just by their presence, which would cause the dark eco to act up.

Praxis and errol aren't really effected by it, since with the whole dark warrior program, that's what they've been wanting from him.

When it comes to anyone else though, yeah, he'd try to hide it.

The dark form would only just... slip out as jak would actually put in effort to keep it at bay.

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Of course, jak would learn to control it and not really care about hiding it at the end of jak 2 and for pretty much the entirety of 3, Yada Yada Yada.

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Thank you all for listening to my insane ramblings about some guy from a 2003 Playstation 2 game.

[luxlightly]

I had a funny idea for a season 5 wwdits episode. Basically it'd be a few days since Guillermo had been turned into a vampire and he'd be feeling super shitty. Like, turning into a vampire feels shitty but this is really bad. He hasn't been able to sleep basically since he was turned. "Yeah I'd almost think that I didn't have the soil from my homeland but we're in the USA and I was definitely born in the USA so the dirt here should be fine......hang on I need to make a quick phone call." "Hey Mama. Yeah good to hear from you too! Weird question. What hospital was I born in? Like...and this is totally random and probably a stupid question but like...it was...for sure in the US, right?" And then there's a rapid conversation in spanish as Guillermo becomes more shocked and panicked looking. Finally he hangs up and looks towards the camera with a forced smile. "So. Um. Apparently, late in my mom's pregnancy with me, she was visiting some family in Mexico and haha! I guess I was a little early? And she just...told the doctors in the US that I was a surprise 'at home' birth so that I'd be a native citizen here because you know, immigration is such a pain. But it's like, you know, so funny because that technically means my homeland isn't the usa, but actually Mexico? Which is why I haven't been able to sleep because I have USA dirt and I need dirt from Mexico. Which is...hundreds of miles from here...and I can't get on a plane because of the sun. And I'm way too tired to drive....This is bad. This is actually really bad." And after some desperate online searches he'd be like "So. I did a little research online and apparently there is a potting soil company that imports some of its soil from Mexico but only to some of its distribution plants and um...it doesn't...say which one or how to tell so I'm just going to the Home Depot and I guess...just going to lie on some bags of potting soil and see if I can sleep on any of them and hope that I don't get thrown out of this store." Multiple shots of him lying on bags of potting soil while other customers awkwardly walk by. "Hey. How's it going? I'm just...I'm checking the density. You know how you need like...super dense soil for some plants? So I'm just...yeah. Testing it out." Finally he'd find a bag with some Mexican soil in it and cut to a shot of an employee sweeping the floor and walking up to Guillermo, lying on the floor with a bag of potting soil as a pillow. "Uh...can I help you, sir?" "It's...it's just been one of those weeks, you know?" "Oh yeah. For sure. We've all been there. The Miracle Grow is actually softer if you want to switch...?" "No. I'm good. Thank you." "Yeah. No problem. Store's closing soon, though." "Mhm. Yeah I'm getting up in just a second." And the episode ends with a wide shot of Guillermo, dead asleep on the floor of the Home Depot, as the lights turn off. Credits song is "Get A Little Dirt on Your Hands" by Bill Anderson

[thelonelyshore-if]

this is so so random but i was reading the ask about sports team and how the school teams probably wouldn't have any competition thanks to the fog isolating the town but i was reading it and then my sleep-adled brain was like...

can you imagine if the fog allowed only the sports teams to leave for away games? like a school bus full of high school athletes roll up and the fog is like "hmmmm, sounds important. i'll allow it". the only people who have made it out of Easthaven and back to tell the tale are a bunch of teenagers just trying to get to their away soccer game.

Oh my god Nonnie this is so funny. Honestly I could actually almost see it happening, so long as everybody came back. The fog wouldn't give up its citizens...but if it did, it would absolutely be for something like this. Something that adds to the illusion of normalcy in town.

I'm losing it at the mental image of the fog just being like. "Nobody leaves. Except for sports." The teens come back talking all about the ~crazy things they saw~ outside town and the locals are just like. Damn everything in the Big City is wild.

Thank you so much for this.

[hibiscus-writing]

Always look out for you AU

Ragbros centric since i havent posted one about them in awhile, inspired by Sparks by Coldplay, it made me cry and write this

tldr: Kaeya never receives a vision and dies during the confrontation. during his time in Snezhnaya, Diluc discovers a series of animals with a star mark on their foreheads sacrificing their lives to protect him, is it truly a coincidence?

TW: Animal death (mentioned in passing, little to no detail)

-Kaeya dies in the fight between him and Diluc.

-Diluc doesn't realise he's dead and runs away to Snezhnaya

-Kaeya's body is discovered and buried alongside Crepus, using the Ragnvindr name since nobody knows Diluc disowned him.

-except, Kaeya doesn't stay dead

-Kaeya reincarnates into various animals, with the purpose of protecting Diluc, even if it costs him his life.

-each animal form has a Khaenri'ah star in its forehead

-one such form was a baby deer, barely a week old, stumbling across a dying Diluc. Kaeya sacrifices his life, staying with Diluc the whole winter night, using his body as both a shield, a heat source, and a way to plug the wound. Diluc would survive, Kaeya's new body didn't.

-at some point Diluc became suspicious of all the animals seemingly dying for him. He thinks it's a curse, everything close to him dies, even something as innocent as a baby deer.

-once Diluc reaches Mondstat, he realises what's actually occurring.

-Both in disbelief at this theory he's created and despair realising that he's killed his brother, Diluc runs off into an unmarked domain  to blow off some steam.

-this domain was highly dangerous, and at some point, Diluc was very injured and hiding from various abyss mages, abyss lectors, ECT.

-all of a sudden, when it seems like Diluc is about to be caught, a tiny fox pup with a star on its forehead yips out, catching the enemies attention, then it runs away, bringing the enemies with it, sacrificing its life.

-Diluc manages to escape, but not without coming across the barely alive fox pup. Diluc thanks the fox pup, comforting it in its last moments, before curiosity gets the best of him and he asks.

-"...Kaeya?"

-the fox pup licks Diluc's hand in response, staring up at him with bright blue eyes, before succumbing to its injuries.

-Diluc knows for sure that these animals are Kaeya now. Heartbroken, he cradles his brother's fox body, as he returns home, to give his brother's new body a proper burial.

-soon enough, there's a dedicated area in the dawn winery, filled with the animal body's Kaeya's sacrificed to keep Diluc safe, and each body piles on Diluc's conscious, knowing that Kaeya has died multiple times, because of Diluc, whether it be from protecting him, or being at the other end of his sword.

-life goes on, the citizens of Mondstat see random animals trailing behind Diluc each day, from a bunny, to a frog, to a mouse, no matter what, it has a star on its forehead.

-when Diluc notices Kaeya's presence, he tries his best to make it as comfortable as possible, to keep this version of Kaeya alive for as long as possible. It could be bringing a pet bed around with him so Kaeya has a comfortable place to sit when Diluc's bartending, or making sure that Kaeya gets the best diet for his species.

-for a while before the Dvalin incident, Kaeya remains relatively safe, he manages to live a whole rabbit's life, only dying from old age to be reborn as a turtle. 

-its during this turtle life that the Dvalin incident occurs, and Kaeya dies twice, once from protecting Diluc from falling rubbles off a building, and once by using himself as a shield from Dvalin's attacks.

-after the dust settles, Kaeya continues to live, as different animals, protecting Diluc to the best of his ability. 

-When the abyss order attacks, Kaeya is a peacock, and he stands as a symbol of Mondstats hope, as Mondstat triumphs.

-as a last ditch effort, Diluc begs Kaeya to rest, now that the dangers are gone. Kaeya dies in his arms on the battlefield, as the knights celebrate a victory around him.

-unlike the Multiple times before, a new animal doesn't appear. No puppy trailing behind him with a star on its head, nor finch chick hooked onto his shoulder.

-Kaeya has gone into rest. Diluc allows himself to fully process everything, a grieve for every one of Kaeya's forms.

-years go by without any sight of Kaeya, and Diluc accepts that he is truly gone. Diluc has a child through a surrogate, a young girl with fiery red hair and eyes.

-Diluc's daughter never appears to encounter danger, despite no animal following her around. It's as if something in the wind was protecting her in his stead.

-One the drive back from a late night of business in Mondstat, he passes by the spot father had found Kaeya all those years ago, and since he was there, Diluc decided to take a look.

-instead of the empty clearing he was expecting, the clearing was full of intervals and calla lilies, with small star shaped statues along the clearing, creating a gateway. Cryo crystalflys fly freely about, and the grass is a soft white.

-what god Diluc's the most, was the basket in the middle of the clearing, the exact place Kaeya was left.

-Diluc peers inside the basket and sees Kaeya, alive once again but this time, human. Kaeya has been reborn for the final time, as a human baby. Identical from before, only difference being a star on his forehead.

-Diluc cries out from joy at being able to see his brother once again, but human on top of it. This commotion awakes the baby, who when looking up to see his brother once again, smiles.

[sundered-souls]

FFXIVwrite 2024 - #1

Word count: 1640 Rating: G Characters: Hanae, Raminas (random Dalmascan NPC invented for this) Archive Of Our Own version (easier to read on there imho)

Prompt: Steer

In the dead silence of Garlemald, the crunchy sound of your steps is the only one you can hear. A lone hyur with only far away mountains and a city in ruin for company, struggling not to get stuck in the snow. It's a mistake, you think, not quite for the first time, and the shivers down your spine agree with you. You're too young. Too inexperienced. What even took you to think you should help those who brought your nation to heel? Yet the Contingent doesn't have many hands to spare... and you volunteered. So you keep going, deaf to the warning of your soul—and as your destination appears before you, your pounding heart drowns out even the crunch of your steps.

You had hoped your first words would be firm. Clear. But every syllable bumps into the next and whatever comes out of your mouth is from a Spoken race in name only. In front of you, the Hrothgar looks utterly unimpressed.

"I would like to meet Ms Corvus," you finally manage after clearing your throat, your face a bright red now (you tell yourself it's from the cold, but you know. You know.) Then you state your name and your mission: you come with an offer from the Contingent. Peace and mutual aid, should the captain find their terms agreeable.

The Hrothgar somehow looks even less impressed now, but still moves his giant body from the doorstep and allows you to enter.

A welcomed warmth greets you and blinds you all at once. As you take off your glasses to clean the fog obscuring your sight, an Elezen—maybe?—joins you and offers to guide you to his leader. Well. Perhaps it was indeed a mistake if you think this is anything other than an order. But you follow anyway, and by the time your glasses are back on your nose, you're in a well-lit room decorated with taste, if soberly.

When you turn back to thank your guide, he's already gone.

You are alone.

Times passes with only the regular ticks of the clock for company. Occasionally, you hear bouts of laughter coming from somewhere else in the apartment (children, you think), but alone you are and alone you remain. You dare not sit down on a chair, comfortably as they seem to be, for fear of being deemed too familiar. But when, eventually, the smell of food reaches your nose (was it your stomach that rumbled so?), you start wondering if you've not simply been forgotten.

The warning of Maxima Priscus comes back to mind in time to stop you from venturing outside the room: the Sky Pirate is a woman of character, which is to say that she doesn't take lightly to challenges on her authority. With what was left of the Garlean nobility too busy pretending governing when they couldn't even provide for their citizens, they were the competition. The Contingent. With its offer of protection and food and the promise of more where it came from. And thus you are here, to try to convince her that competition is unnecessary when you could just become allies.

The unlikeliness of your success is a strange sort of reassurance, but it finally seems to bring you back to your senses. You look around, taking in the view with attention now that the nervousness has passed a bit. And while you're not any kind of expert of art nor finely crafted goods, you recognize the Corvosi style of some of it—not least of all the beautiful mirror hanging on a wall.

A mirror that screams at you for looking so unkempt. Unbecoming, your mind supplies before you mumble: "Oh, right. I'm an ambassador. Kinda. Shit."

After what feels like an eternity of staying still, you finally dare moving from your spot—and leave behind a puddle of water with a wince. It's not your fault, you tell yourself. The snow on your coat melted, but nobody offered to relieve you of it and they're the ones making you wait. You try to forget the beautiful wood underneath (surely it won't appreciate this much water tainting it) to focus on your reflection in the mirror and put some order back in your hair.

Just as you finish carefully folding your coat on your arm, a hidden door open in the library on your right. You almost jump out of your skin and quickly stumble to get back where you were—not unlike a child caught red-handed stealing candies. That the woman who entered the room shows all the tells of a disgusted mother doesn't help, so you straighten your back to whether the storm.

(It strikes you, however, that if not for the whiteness of her hair, she looks every bit like the Domans with which you've break bread. A bastard, you remember. The child of an adulterous Garlean noble and a maidservant.)

"I am Hanae Corvus, captain of the Argo and proud daughter of Garlemald. You came to talk to me, yes? Then talk. - It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ma'am. I'm Raminas and I come today as a representative for the Alliance Delegation. We've heard you work to provide food and shelter to survivors and hoped we might find an agreement to fashion a new era of prosperity and peace for Garlemald with your help."

The words might have sounded better out of a Morbol's mouth—or so you interpret the disdain in her eyes.

"Is that how you've convinced them at Tertium? - I'm not sure I'm following...? - The Senate is full of senile cowards who would sooner take pride in our downfall than being useful. If you haven't seen the station they now call home, let me tell you how it is: warm and full of food. They think themselves leaders and justify their greed while those they pretend to lead die to the weather and hunger. That is why the "Alliance" convinced my peers at Tertium to demean themselves by surrendering to your conditions. We have no need of you here. - We didn't come as invaders... - Then you are fools."

At a loss, are you? She seems to think so, too.

"We will not force you to adhere to our ways—this gets you a sneer, though she's letting you continue—but we can help you provide for more people. - We have enough. - How? comes your question before you have enough time to think before speaking. - We have enough. This is all the knowledge you need."

You knew it would be difficult, but the idea that just on this side of the ruins there might be enough for everyone sounds wrong. The reports mentioned that the Argo was used to carry resources to Garlemald, you remember, but surely her funds aren't bottomless?

"Raminas, was it? - Yes, Ma'am. - Well, Raminas, allow me to guide you through the situation we are currently in so you can better convey my response to your masters. You came here to bring the war to Garlemald after we lost a few of our provinces and found a desolated land for your efforts. This allows you to act as forgiving saviors. A strike of sheer luck that leaves you free of atrocities in the eyes of history, and us at your mercy.

You are young, so I do not belittle you for not seeing through the lies of experienced politicians. But you should know already that if they have nothing to gain from your presence here, they will have you withdraw—and your 'help' with you. Thus do I refuse to consider you allies.

We, Garleans, will steer our nation in whichever direction will allow use to thrive with dignity, for I will not bet our people's future on those who have everything to gain from keeping us low."

What is there to answer to that, except, perhaps, what you hope might provide weight to the integrity of the Contingent.

"The Scions will make sure no political leader would abuse you."

She laughs. It is not a joyful laughter.

"This is less comforting that you think, Raminas. - Is there truly no way to convince you of the purity of our intentions? - No. - But we don't have to be enemies. - And we are not. Not unless you start taking more than is willingly given. So go. Help those idiotic enough to believe the lies. I will remain here when you won't and I will take care of them when you won't."

The end of the conversation is a blur. You don't try to convince her again. It's useless, and both of you know that now. But you wonder as she leaves the room if in fifteen, twenty years, you too will be as jaded as she is. You hope you won't.

A man comes to collect you—it's the best way your mind phrases it. You put your coat back on as you follow him inside the corridor, recognizing him as the one you took for an Elezen earlier. Only at the door leading you outside does the Garlean talk, telling you that Captain Corvus' men will ensure you arrive safe at your destination.

As he closes the door behind you, your eyes catches the golden symbol of Faram the Father decorating the hallway. You may be no fine arts expert, but you recognize a stolen sacred symbol of your faith when you see one. Yet already the Hrothgar places himself between you and the door, and you are forced to leave with no chance to retrieve what has nothing to do in this place.

And thus do you walk back to deliver her message, the crunch of your steps drowned out by the pounding of your heart, with only far away mountains, a city almost entirely in ruins and the watchful eyes of thieves for company.

[doostyaudi]

this is a masterpost for my Rave-n AU for madness combat! information is below the cut cuz theres so much! '^^

what is the Rave-N AU?

its a madcom au where people fight to the beat of music, and what music they use depends on what genre of music they're assigned. basically its just madness combat but if it was a rhythm game lol. the lore is different in many aspects, but in general things play out exactly to how it plays in the canon series.

where did you get the idea?

it originally started at Rave-N Hank (rnank), my hanksona. he was just a standalone hanksona before i decided to expand his universe a bit, and here we are now! rnank is STILL my hanksona btw

what can and cant we do?

well, im very lax with this au, i dont have many restrictions other than to just be mindful of the lore and be respectful of my decisions when it comes to the story and characters, thank you!

oh, btw, do NOT treat these characters like their canon counterparts, treat them like u would treat someone's oc as that is what they are. All canon characters within this au are my ocs.

and yes you can put ur ocs into this, as well as making ocs that are exclusively within the au. the only thing to keep in mind when adding an oc to this universe is that if theyre an official citizen of Nevada, they NEED a spiked collar (employers and higher powers are the only ones who are exempt from this rule), doesnt matter how it looks at all, they just need one!

also yes you can ship characters together (oc x canon is welcome and encouraged!!) idc who u ship with who (maybe i will in the future but rn idc)

if you have any additional questions, feel free to ask in my inbox! ill be more than happy to answer! if i find it important enough, ill update this segment with that question added!

characters

main cast: sanford, deimos, doc, tricky, auditor, sheriff, jeb, and phobos

why isnt hank included? he is my hanksona, he is a completely different guy lol. if you want to get a could reference pic of him, look at his artfight page (sorry if you dont have an artfight acc, ill make a new ref for him soon enough!)

literally everyone else: the machine (redesign needed), the maker, conductor, deliberator, stygian, skinner (redesign needed), the sun, torture, white hank, happy hank (skittles), dr.crackpot

misc: aahw guys, alternate rnaudi design, alternate rnaudi design 2, moon (idk if i should keep her in or not..)

my ocs (not canon btw): yara, 04, charlie, maudi, yara but in a different timeline, bank (old old old hanksona), manager

honorable mentions (other ppls ocs/own rave-n designs): redge, explorer

any characters you want to see in the au? my inbox is always open! :3

random assortment of information abt/relating to the au

rnackpot's odd music taste , how music works during fighting (part 1), why are there 2 keystone fragments?, rambles abt rnaudi (part 1), madcom hc that applies here, polyamory? in my madcom? more likely than you think, rnygian hates rnank but cant do anything abt it :(

that is everything, for now! ill try to update it as things go on! feel free to ask me any questions u have!! thank you for reading!

Have the entire twilight movie in a stamp, as a treat!

[fictionally-driven]

Chapter 2: Purple Sage

pairing: Wriothesley x f! reader

trigger warnings: violence, blood, murder, imprisonment, suggestive, ptsd, mentions of child abuse, false convictions, recovery, anxiety, scamming

AN: If anyone wants to be a part of the taglist for this series, please let me know via comments/reblogs or asks. Reblogs of the work are always appreciated. Thank you!

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Wriothesley closed the file with a heavy thud, a deep frown etched across his face. (Y/N) was her name; he’d gathered that from the file. She was a florist, which explained why she had seemed quite annoyed about the flowers when she stumbled against him that evening in Fontaine. Her records up until recently were clean—those of a law-abiding citizen. But the last few pages of the file painted a damning picture: she’d been convicted of the murder of a merchant.

The case was laid out methodically, almost too neatly. The merchant, a man with whom (Y/N) had a known feud over business disputes, had met a gruesome end. The bouquet of Lumidouce Bells and edible flowers was sprayed with the toxic concentrate of Lily of the Valley, a deadly concoction. He had touched the flowers, unwittingly transferring the poison onto his skin, and then used the edible flowers to make tea. The poison took its toll swiftly, leaving little room for doubt.

The investigation had moved quickly. The merchant's son-in-law was the first to raise suspicions, his voice ringing loud and clear in the aftermath of the merchant's death. The body was analyzed in the morgue, revealing traces of the toxic concentrate. Vials of similar toxins were found in the backroom of (Y/N)'s flower shop, seemingly sealing her fate. She insisted on her innocence, claiming she had delivered the flowers to a servant, but the evidence was damning. The court sentenced her to twenty-five years in Meropide.

Wriothesley placed the closed file to the side, his fingers drumming thoughtfully on the desk. Everything was too convenient, too perfect in its damning assembly. He had been informed by the Gardes that Sigewinne had taken (Y/N) to the infirmary after she was tricked for her coupons and given stale food. Anyone in Meropide knew the cafeteria food was free, though randomized. How could someone who allegedly planned a murder so meticulously be naive enough to trust strangers with her coupons?

His curiosity piqued, Wriothesley rose from his chair and made his way to the infirmary. The corridors of Meropide were familiar to him like the back of his hand. After all, for most of his life, it had been his home. The metallic clang of doors and the distant murmur of voices faded into the background as he approached the infirmary.

Inside, Sigewinne was at her desk, humming a cheerful tune as she filed paperwork. The Melusine’s small form was a stark contrast to the grim surroundings, her presence a rare beacon of warmth for the inmates of Meropide. A mug filled with what could only be one of her infamous milkshakes sat beside her, its odd color indicative of her peculiar tastes.

"Your Grace!" Sigewinne beamed as he entered, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Would you like a milkshake? I made it myself."

Wriothesley chuckled awkwardly, shaking his head. “No, thank you, Sigewinne. I think I’ll pass.”

Sigewinne’s milkshakes were notorious in Meropide for their peculiar ingredients, which she swore by for their health benefits. Wriothesley had tried them multiple times, and it had taken all his self-control not to gag. He couldn't help but wonder what bizarre ingredients she had blended this time.

"How is she?" he asked, his tone softening.

Sigewinne glanced towards one of the infirmary beds where (Y/N) lay, her face pale and drawn. “She’s resting now. I’ve given her something to settle her stomach and some proper food to regain her strength.” Her expression softened. “She was in pretty bad shape when I brought her in. Dehydration, fatigue, stress… you name it. I have also given something for the blisters on her palms."

Wriothesley walked over to (Y/N)'s bedside, his gaze taking in her fragile state. Even in her weakened condition, there was a quiet strength in her features. His mind drifted back to their encounter in Fontaine. She had been full of life then, her eyes sparking with annoyance and fire. Now, they were closed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

"Thank you, Sigewinne," he said, turning back to the Melusine. "Keep an eye on her for me, will you. I have a feeling she’ll need any assistance she can get here to get back on her feet." Wriothesley moved closer, his presence imposing yet gentle. He could see the faint lines of worry on (Y/N)'s forehead, the dark circles under her eyes. She had clearly been through an ordeal.

(Y/N)'s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, confusion clouded her gaze. Then recognition dawned, and she stiffened, clearly remembering their previous encounter. "You," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Wriothesley nodded. "Yes, it's me. I'm Wriothesley, the Warden of Meropide."

Her eyes widened in shock and horror, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... I'm so sorry about your shoes..."

He glanced down at his boots, now cleaned and showing no signs of the events from earlier. "Don't worry about it," he said, waving her apology away. "It's just a pair of shoes, they’re all cleaned up."

She tried to sit up, but Wriothesley clicked his tongue, gently pressing her back down. "Rest. Rest here as long as Sigewinne allows you to. After all, the mattresses here in the infirmary are far more comfortable than the ones in the dorms." He paused, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "But don't tell anyone I said that. I’d get into trouble as the Warden for admitting such things."

A chuckle escaped her lips, a small but genuine sound that seemed to lighten the room as he wiped away the remaining tears from her cheeks.

Wriothesley’s expression softened further. "How many coupons did you lose earlier?"

Her gaze wavered, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. He repeated his question, his voice gentle. "You won't get into any trouble, (Y/N). Just tell me who tricked you."

Her gaze became downcast, avoiding his eyes. "I... I don't remember their names," she stammered.

Wriothesley could see she was lying, her eyes wavering and unable to meet his gaze. He decided not to press further. "How much did you lose?" he asked again.

"200," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Wriothesley sighed. He had seen her records and knew that it was her first wage from the production zone. Even now, when she had the opportunity to lie about the credit coupons to inflate their number, she stuck to the truth. He reached into his pocket and handed her 200 coupons.

She shook her head, her eyes widening. "I can't take these," she protested.

"Yes, you can," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"No, really, I can't," she said, pushing the coupons back towards him. "I don't deserve them."

Wriothesley clicked his tongue again, shaking his head. "You're not in a position to refuse help. Take the coupons. Consider it as me compensating it for damaging your flowers a few days ago.”

"But—" she started.

"No buts," he interrupted. "You need these more than I do."

She hesitated, her hand trembling as she finally took the coupons. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Wriothesley nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just get some rest and recover. We'll figure out the rest later."

(Y/N) let out a very shaky breath, covering her eyes with the back of her arm. Wriothesley could see her lips quiver, understanding that she was holding back her tears. He understood the need for composure despite her vulnerable state.

“It was all a mistake,” she stammered, her voice breaking. “I shouldn’t be here. I… I didn’t kill anyone!”

Wriothesley didn’t respond immediately, the weight of his position pressing down on him. As the Warden, he was expected to remain impartial, to enforce the law without bias. But his conscience whispered that there was truth in her words, something in her demeanor that spoke of sincerity and desperation.

“Be that as it may,” he said carefully, choosing his words with deliberate precision, “if what you say is true, it will eventually come to light. The truth has a way of surfacing, and when it does, you will be a free person.”

(Y/N) let out a bitter laugh, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. “Who knows how long that will take,” she muttered, frustration lacing her voice.

Wriothesley hummed in agreement. “I can’t change the verdict that’s been passed, but I can assure you that Meropide isn’t as terrible as the surface world makes it out to be.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and sorrow. “My experience says otherwise,” she shot back, her voice rising slightly. “I dislike it here. It’s so gloomy, and the constant metal clanking noises startle me. People are rude and hostile. There’s no sunlight, no fresh air, and not a single plant or a shred of greenery here that isn’t mold!” Her words tumbled out in a tense ramble, each complaint pouring from her as if a dam had burst. “Here, everything is gray and lifeless. No offense.”

Wriothesley chuckled softly at her last remark. “Of all the things you could list, you’re concerned about the lack of plants?”

She looked at him, her eyes fierce despite the tears brimming in them. “You’d be surprised how plants can liven up even the dreariest environments,” she retorted. “I miss my flowers and plants. They brought me peace, a sense of normalcy. Even in the worst of times, they were a constant.”

Wriothesley nodded thoughtfully, her words resonating with him. "I suppose you're right," he conceded. "Plants do have a way of brightening up a space."

(Y/N) sighed, the tension in her body slowly ebbing away. "I miss my shop, my work…" she murmured, more to herself than to him. "The smell of fresh flowers, the way the sun would filter through the windows in the morning. It was my sanctuary."

Wriothesley leaned against the infirmary bed, his arms crossed. "Tell me about it," he encouraged, sensing that talking might help ease her distress.

She glanced at him, surprise flickering in her eyes. But she took a deep breath and began. "It wasn't much, just a small shop in a quiet part of Fontaine that I inherited from my grandmother. I grew all the plants myself, tended to them every day. There were always fresh bouquets in the window, and people would come in just to admire them, even if they didn't buy anything. I loved seeing their faces light up. There was this one little girl who would visit every week, just to smell the flowers. It was... peaceful."

Wriothesley listened intently, picturing the vibrant little shop she described. "Sounds like a lovely place," he said softly.

"It was," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "And now... it's all gone."

Wriothesley leaned closer, his expression softening. "Don't give up hope yet," he urged. "If you were wrongfully convicted, then I have faith in the Iudex of Fontaine to uncover the truth. Chief Justice Neuvillette is no longer reliant on the Oratrice. He's thorough and fair. If there is evidence to prove your innocence, he will find it."

She looked at him, a flicker of hope mingling with her lingering despair. "But what if it takes too long? What if it never happens?" she whispered, her voice fragile.

"Once you've recovered and feel well-rested," Wriothesley continued, "come see me in my office. We'll talk more about your case and see what we can do to get you a fair review."

(Y/N) nodded slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wriothesley turned to Sigewinne, who had been silently watching their exchange. He gave the Melusine a nod, a silent request to take good care of (Y/N). "Keep an eye on her," he said, his voice gentle. "Make sure she gets the care she needs."

"Of course, Your Grace," Sigewinne replied with a warm smile. "She'll be well looked after."

With one last glance at (Y/N), Wriothesley left the infirmary, his mind already racing with thoughts and plans. As he walked through the familiar corridors of Meropide, he mentally prepared himself to write to Neuvillette. He knew that if anyone could uncover the truth, it was Neuvillette. The man's dedication to justice was unparalleled.

Arriving at his office, Wriothesley sat down at his desk, pulling out parchment and ink. His thoughts were focused, determined. He wrote to Neuvillette first, outlining the details of (Y/N)'s case and his concerns about the evidence that seemed too neatly arranged. He trusted Neuvillette's judgment and knew that if anyone could see through a potential miscarriage of justice, it was the Chief Justice.

Next, he penned a request to the Spina di Rosula, something that was second nature to him despite remaining elusive to its boss. He’d often contacted them to make requests for material and goods for Meropide and this time was no different.

Sealing the letters, Wriothesley leaned back in his chair. (Y/N) deserved justice, and he was committed to doing everything in his power to ensure that the truth was uncovered. Meropide might be a place of punishment, but it was also a place where hope could still thrive in the form of second chances and a reset, whichever was to one’s liking. He handed the letters to his trusted Gardes as he retired for the day.

The corridors of Meropide seemed a little less cold as he made his way back to his quarters. The clang of metal doors and the murmur of voices faded into the background, his thoughts focused on the task ahead. He would ensure that (Y/N)'s voice was heard, and that if she was indeed innocent, she would find her freedom once more.

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Howdy ! Okay I just read your post about the Three Jokers and gosh how I’m so happy to see that you wrote for them ;-; I feel like they’re quite niche- so- if you ever feel inspired ! I would love more interactions with them-! Either the way each one of them (or in group) acts and develops feelings for the reader or something like that- (maybe some angst to comfort for the Criminal as well-? Nah I’m sorry I have so many ideas about these 3 dorks xd) thank you again for making me happy with your works ! You rock !

AGWHBSZMAjz thank you sm :]

I have so many ideas w em im happy that u like my writing‼️

The three jokers x reader

Gn!reader

I'll try an all in one! This is gonna be a long one. I will do them separately in another one!

The clown >:D The comedian >:} The Criminal >:{

Okay so first things first. How they fell for you.

'The Comedian' was the first one to take a notice in you. You might be a hero, or villain. Even just a random citizen. He will talk to you and annoy you all night. His face is covered with his hat and he deepened his voice incase you are indeed a hero just out of suit. Yes he will know its you, he did all his researched and even followed you home, he calls this "Just happened to walk the same way a bit close behind".

In the night he'll joke and show you tricks. Even a smile can make him a happier men that day. Especially if you talk with him.

'The Clown' will join him soon enough. Saying "Sharing is caring". He absolutely adores you.

'The Comedian' knew about you for a long time. He just wanted you all for himself. But now that the two of them grew interested in you he believes its the best to confront you.

With good old kidnapping of course. They will lead you into an alley way, then gather around you, one of them spraying you with sleeping gas. "Im sorry, its the only way we can do this without trouble. But don't worry you're in good hands" The Criminal says before you fall asleep.

You woke up in a bed. One of your hand chained to it. You obviously panic. After hearing you wake up The Comedian comes in.

"Oh yeah, sorry. We had to make sure you don't run away... But worry not darling, the sooner you realize why you're here the sooner you can walk around freely!" You gave him a confused face and he just giggles seeing your surprised face.

He goes out and soon comes back with the others, now all three in the room as you. And you sit there scared.

Do i own them money? Is the first thought that comes to your mind.

One of them kneels down so his face is directly looking into yours. As that happens you notice something strange. He isn't smiling, he looks moody.

Im really in trouble aren't i?

He starts explaining to you that you don't need to fear and they brought you here because you interest them.

Still confused you just stare into his eyes. Tho you only see two white dots since his hat is covering his eyes with a dark shadow, barely making his green eyes seeable.

He notices that you're not responding so he puts his hand in your hair and ruffles it, in a way trying to calm you.

After that he tries explaining again, this time more forward.

"We have fallen for you."

"Grew an interest in you!"

"We love ya, it's that easy!"

The three of them spoke after each. You tried to gather your thoughts to respond.

"But...why me?"

"How could we not fall for someone like you? So caring,kind and loving. You have great humor and a beautiful smile too!"

You felt...flattered?

Moving on. After that they all try to make you feel home. They show you around, chat with you, eat with you, even buy you games and plays them with you (tho only 'the clown' has the patience for that. The other two suck at games and call them stupid)

They buy you things you like. Bring you whatever you'd like

They also call you different nick names like: Darling, My love, Sweets and many other, its just the main one for them.

They also get very, very jealous. When you seem to enjoy yourself with one, the other feels either left out or the need to barge into the two of you.

For this not to happen, The Criminal as the boss of them succeed to talk it out with them saying they can all spend quality time with you in different times.

When you can finally walk around without one of them following you or without a chain, you want to also go outside.

Not to escape, you just need some air and all, after being locked in for like a month.

You ask The Criminal for permission. He is worried that you will escape but you just have to explain to him that you do love them and won't leave forever. You wouldn't be so comfy and talk to them if you still wanted to run away.

After a good explaining and some nice words he finally let's you go. He worries the whole time but after like a good 20 minute you come back saying there's not much out there (nothing different to see).

He gives you a hug calming down saying he missed you. But now trusting that you come back you can go whenever ya want! Just please tell him

Important thing is, they don't do stuff that will make you upset/cry or atleast try really hard not to. Your first weeks trapped there was a nightmare. You snapped at any noise and was always expecting the worse. It hurt them to see you so sad and scared. They told you many times that they won't hurt you. The Clown and The Comedian thought that hugging you randomly or surprising you would help (it didnt), The Comedian was angry with them a lot and cus of this you saw him as an angry moody guy. In the end he was the one who made you feel the most safe. He usually tried to sneak into your room and calmly have little chats.

It was usually "Do you need anything?" "Are you hungry, thirsty?" "Feeling alright? You can tell me anything you know.."

At first you just shaked or nodded your head but it turned into responding in small words and soon it became actually talking to him.

You also didnt liked to make eye contact at first, just looking up for a second to see which one of them is bothering you this time.

They either talked about plans, jokes, or asked stuff about you

They are very clingy and love when your attention is on them

They will flirt, a lot. Even ask to shower with you to 'save water' (some of them dont even try to hide it with puns)

They can be lustfull and very possessive

They will protect you, always. Someone hurt you/made you feel awful? They get rid of em dw. Feeling sad or depressed? They will cuddle and listen to you, might aswell try to find a solution too

They love you endlessly ;]

For the angst/comfort part with The Criminal heres a little nothing!

THE CRIMINAL X READER

Oneshot, gn!reader, angst/comfort but mostly soft

He walked around the building, trying to find which room you were in. He missed you and wanted to spend some time with you. Only the two of you.

He got his hopes up too high. At one open door he heard laughing and he stopped, he went up to it and saw you and the other two playing games together.

One of them on your lap, the other hugging your neck cheering for you as you hold your controller in ur hand all smiley.

He felt happy to see you but also a strange feeling encountered him.

Jealousy

You were enjoying yourself with the other two so much. Have you forgotten about him? No, surely not. Right?

They all can spend time with you, of course they can. He was the one who even came up with that so why? Why do they have to be with you the same time he wants. It's been some time since he got to spend time with you.

Many feelings crushed trough him. Anger to sadness to agony to confusion.

He didn't wanted to come in, not to crash there 'little party'.

He left and went to his work room. He tried planning, writing, anything to get his mind off the matter. After hours he still hasn't left, still covering over his desk, pencil in hand with a paper full of drawings that are all scribbled over.

He then heard a knock on his door. Was it one of the Jokers? He didnt wanted to bother with them, not right now. He looked back and saw the door creak open, with you standing there.

"Is it okay to come in?" Your voice softened his heart.

"Come in Y/n. You're always welcome to give me a visit."

You smiled at him as you locked the door behind and came up to give him a hug.

"I wanted to see you!" You said still holding him.

At his surprise he couldn't react. Your not here to ask for something, you really didn't forget about him?

He put his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. Still quiet.

You petted his head and asked if theres something bothering him. He responded with a low grunt.

Even if he really wanted to he couldn't tell you that he got jealous over seeing you overjoyed with the other two. He feels a bit embarrassed, he is still unsure how you view him. What is he in your eyes? A leader? An angry man? Or just a criminal?

He hoped you saw some comfort in him, other than him being moody.

"Can we just lay down and cuddle? Like, just the two of us...alone."

He tried to make himself clear hoping you'd agree.

You nodded at him and gave a kiss to his cheeks. That one simple act made him blush a bit with a slight smile.

You guys walked to your own room and layed down to cuddle on the bed. He put his head into your chest, feeling the warm of your body and your hand caressing his back. It made him feel so loved. It filled him with joy. It calmed him down. He felt relief.

You told him yall can stay unbothered since the others are busy. You saw how his mood changed from quiet and grumpy to less quiet and a small smile on his face showing.

"Where you jealous?" You asked and he gave out a 'mmm' sound and you just giggled at it.

"You don't need to be. I'll always have time for you. I love ya!" You kissed his head and he couldn't help but smile at that. His head still in ur chest, he put his arms around you trying to pull you even closer.

He muttered "I love you too"

[useless-catalanfacts]

HI! Love your blog a lot!!💛❤️

I have a peculiar rant to make!

There are many motorsport events happening in Barcelona during the year, and they are often called "Spanish Grand Prix", and they are portrayed as the "home races" of people usually from other parts of Spain (most times these people are rich blokes from Madrid with links to Vox). I'm not Catalan, but that makes me so mad. It's once again the erasure of an entire history and culture. English-speaking media don't even make an effort to understand where they are, they are just happy to call it Spain and wonder why they're playing two anthems before the actual races.

But anyway, visca Catalunya i bona diada dels Països Catalans!

Thank you very much!

Yes, I completely agree with you that it's annoying. It's a way for the Spanish state (and every other state, because this happens to other occupied nations as well) to use the sports for propaganda and to cement the association "Catalonia=Spain" in the minds of everyone from around the world who's watching.

If I may, I will answer to your rant with another rant of my own. In general, most sports tend to be very state-centered. For example, for most sports you can't be a professional athlete unless you sign up for a specific state to represent it, wear its flag on your clothes while you compete, play their anthem if you win, the teams must be organized according to people who come from the same state, etc. And if you don't have one, then, bad luck, you either do it for the state that occupies your homeland or you don't get to become a professional sportsperson at all. But even if you have your own independent country that you identify with, still... why so much focus on it? Why is where these people come from so important that it becomes even more important that the person? Imagine if people did this with any other aspect of the athlete's background or identities: "Twilight fans won 5 gold medals this year, and Marvel fans went down to only 3". Or imagine if we did it by sexual orientation, conservatives would be so mad saying "why do you have to wave it in everyone's faces!?". All of those would be ridiculous, so why isn't this strong focus on what state they come from also ridiculous? It would seem more logical to focus on person, school/trainer, or teams that they could choose according to how they view the sport or how they think training works better or work better together. But we seem to just accept that the state (not even culture or nation, just a geographical-political administration unit) is the most defining trait.

That's why I personally never liked the Olympic games or world cups, it feels like it's more about nationalism than about sports. I used to follow them when I was young but I always felt like the gymnasts themselves weren't recognized enough because all the media was focused on "how many people from our country won", or "this sport was won by [country]". And Spanish media does this a lot, to the point that I think they are disrespectful to the sportsperson. Why do all Spanish people have to feel proud or like they won the games because someone from their state achieved something, but not when someone from another state did the same, even when someone from a state might be geographically closer to some parts of their neighbour state than other parts of their own? It's not like the random citizen who is supposed to feel like he himself won the games did, maybe he spent the whole competition eating chips at the sofa (that's me btw). It just never made sense to me. And even less for team achievements like F1 or MotoGP, where they play the anthem of the state that the pilot is a citizen of, but so much of that victory is owed to the rest of the team who worked on making and improving the car/motorbike, so it's a team effort but the anthem of the state of only one of them is chosen to be given the victory to. It makes no sense!

And if you're hosting on a city, it's the same. What does a state's anthem even have to do with an F1 racing? Why is it even there? Show the city and the area around it if you must show something, after all that's the people whose taxes are going to pay for that sport and whose lives are going to be inconvenienced by it.

Because that's another thing, events like the F1 race inside Barcelona (not on the actual track, when they made them fake-race on the street Passeig de Gràcia, afaik they were not even actually racing because the velocity limit was too low), the America Cup, etc contribute so much to worsening the worst problems of the city (touristic massification, gentrification, poverty, and pollution). For the America Cup, the neighbours of the Barceloneta quarter have to use cards that identify them as residents to be allowed in their own neighbourhood because that whole neighbourhood has been kidnapped by the America Cup people. And the F1 fake race thing in one of the busiest avenues of the city was very annoying to the citizens, too. It meant cutting a significant amount of the city's traffic, including public buses, and collapsing part of the metro system as a result. Some of my co-workers had difficulties arriving to our workplace that day because of it. Just so that cars can show off inside the city and pollute it, skipping the city's laws that aim to reduce air pollution by banning people whose cars pollute more than a certain amount (which in practise means old cars, the ones that poorer people are more likely to have). We can't use our cars in the city unless we can afford a green model, but they can cut off a whole avenue in the very centre of the city, asphalt it new just for them, and race there when they already have a track made for them to race in.

It's all part of the capitalist obsession with uncontrolled growth, they want everything to happen here for more and more people to come. Not just with sports events, but anything that will be used as an advertising for the city. Like the Louis Vuitton catwalk that was happening this month in Park Güell (a UNESCO World Heritage Site btw) and which damaged part of the architecture. Until now, the hotel lobby was the main promoter of many of these events because they wanted more tourists, but even the hotel owners are now saying that this has gone too far and the tourism monoculture model has become absolutely unsustainable and is ruining the city.

Don't get me wrong, sports are important and we need to support them and promote people practise sports, and it's good for entertainment purposes and we have to support people having fun (that's what life's about!). But the model that professional competitive sports use needs to be completely rethinked. I think every city that has gone through the devastating experience of hosting Olympic Games will agree with this.

Anyway, that's just my opinion and what you pointed out is definitely more offensive, but when I stop to think of it I can't but see how it's all.... not great. Sorry for getting out of topic but I have been personally very annoyed by these sports and fashion events this month.

Thank you for your message and your understanding, I read it on the Sant Joan but I'm answering late. I hope you had a good diada dels Països Catalans and that you're having a great beginning of summer 🌞

[whateversawesome]

I really hope this doesn't come off as hate, I just wanted someone else's input - I feel like the eden kids have become more of the main characters than the forgers have. I know we just finished an important arc with them but it feels as though every other chapter is centered around them. We haven't had a chapter with the forgers together since Anya got rescued and that wasn't even a whole chapter. it feels as though the manga's shifted from its core (a spy dad, assassin mom, esper child and a dog that can see the future). I guess this could just be because of the update schedule though making everything feel slow paced and some plotlines random at times. Again, I hope this doesn't come off as hate. I still love and enjoy the story, and was curious to hear the opinion of another.

Hi! Thank you for reaching out. Your question doesn't come as hate at all and it'll be my pleasure to answer it :)

Your feelings and frustration are totally valid. A lot of us got into Spy x family because of the Forgers (and some of us Twiyor specifically) and miss seeing them. So, let me tell you how I see things both as a writer and as a reader.

As a writer: I'm not worried about where sxf is going because I've written plenty of stories and I can see the seams (meaning the construction of the story). However, I know not everyone is a writer, so this illustration may be useful for everyone:

The beginning of sxf had a great exposition of the characters and the story. This is the part where the readers fall in love and get attached to the characters.

I know it's been going for 79 chapters, but in my opinion, we're barely leaving #2 (conflict) and entering #3 (rising action). Endo set the conflict and not quite started the action yet. So we're just entering the middle of the story.

In my experience (both as a reader and writer), when the middle of the story begins is not the most exciting part and, depending on the story and author, the middle can feel long.

In Spanish, the middle a story is called "nudo", which means "knot". This is where the story gets tangled and very complicated. In fact, the more complicated, the better, because it means that it'll be hard to resolve and the stakes will be high during the climax.

The purpose of the middle of a story is to point towards the climax. This is where the author has to build the tension to get there, where the conflict gets thicker and thicker.

Now, has Endo been doing this?

YES.

Evidence of this are the whole bus kidnapping arc: where he told us how the SSS and government behave towards its citizens (even when they're children). THIS will be key in the story. And the latest 78 doggie competition chapter: where Handler and Twilight literally talk about the main plot of the story.

This reminds us the main plot is still about Donovan Desmond and Project Apple. This doesn't seem random to me. And the fact that we've gotten so much Eden makes me think that Eden is key in the main plot too.

As a writer, his job is to point out to the main plot and head to the climax. If he's been doing that with Eden chapters, that means that's where we're going.

The way I see it, Twilight, Yor, and Anya (Spy, Assassin and Esper) are the main characters, but not the only characters. Because of its cuteness and wholesomeness, it's easy to think of Spy x Family is a simple story about a Spy who adopts a little girl and falls in love with an assassin.

It is not.

This is a monster of a story.

Think of it as a big tree. Stories like this have many branches (secondary characters and side stories) that are connected to the main plot and serve to lead the plot towards the climax. Examples: Lord of the Rings, Fruits Basket, Attack on Titan.

My point is that in these Monster Stories, the plot may not always focus on the main characters, but in the end, everything, every little branch and side story came together to let the main characters rule the story and get to that explosive climax.

And I believe that's what Endo is doing here.

Is it the most exciting thing in the world right now? No.

Sometimes development can feel like a total drag; especially if chapters come out every two weeks and we're all eager for more.

As a writer, I recommend patience. We'll get there, it's just going to take some time.

Now...

As a reader (and a fan): *Big sigh* Yes, I miss the Forgers (and Twiyor) so much and every time there's a new chapter I feel sad we didn't get any interaction.

Yes, I want to see the romance, the pinning, the angst, the first kiss. ALL of it!! At least give me the Forgers shenanigans...

But there is no point in getting upset about it.

Yes, we're kind of in a dry spot in the story, but personally I'm still enjoying it. I'm so grateful for all the good friends I've made thanks to Spy x family. On top of it, I've been having tons of fun writing fics analyzing, and discussing things with other fans.

There's so much talent in our fandom and during this dry season, it's the fans with their gorgeous fanarts and awesome stories what is keeping the fandom engaged and happy. There's no need to feel bored while we wait for the Forgers to come back (and Twiyor to kiss!), let's wait together. Let's have fun together!

One last thing worth mentioning...

I've said it before. It's okay to take a break. There is absolutely no hate in this advice: If the story is becoming too frustrating, if it's detrimental for mental health, if it's becoming more of a bother than a source of happiness, it's okay to take some time off. It's okay to get into other things, other stories and other fandoms. And it's okay to come back after a while to check up on any progress and it's okay to move on too.

Thank you so much for the ask. I wrote a long answer because, as you can see, I'm a big fan of stories and writing.

[ivqnx]

Helloooo ❤️❤️

I’m curious about the Adler King AU! 👀 can you tell more about it? How did he get there? Why? Does people like him? He has a family?

I’m invested in this!

Oh heyyyyy 👋👋‼️‼️ Its good to see you Aly! How are you???? Oh, and about the King!Adler AU, ofc i can tell you more about it! Actually King!Adler AU was just a random idea that came out inside my head right in the middle of night, so im sorry if there's not enough information you need to know and I literally just make a random idea dump like this post's desc. And literally in that post, it was just idea dump and it will not be the same as the one i said here.

So now i've made my decision to create a lil bit lore since u ask for it ✨

so the first question is how did he get there? and whyyyy???? Basically, to be simple, he is the son of the King himself, THE ONE AND ONLY, but to be frank, he has a sister but was still a bit young to take the responsibility of ruling the kingdom beside him (adler himself) since she was only like around 13 at that exact time, after his father died of lung cancer. the throne was passed down to him when he was only 18 years old

the second is does the people like him? well in that idea dump post, I literally said that people didnt like him because he was ruthless, evil king MUAHAHHAHA/jk, and i decide to say that, he was a good king and not that brutal one 😭🙏‼️ And yes he was a serious king but also the sporting one according to different situation, when his citizen complains/critics about something, he will always listen and tried his best to accomplish their wishes

And thirdly, while the original canon Russell Adler family members was unknown, in my AU i just want to say that he have a family, but the only one remain are him and his lil sis, their mother, the queen, died when adler was only 15 and the sis was 9. He has a father, and how he died? i already mention the in the first point. and im sorry if i have a bad grammar 👀

Oh and good news he have two cats, a Bombay cat and an orange Maine Coon‼️🎀🐈

thats all! thanks for asking Aly ❤️❤️‼️

[abigail-pent]

very frustrated with the "there's no moral choice on the ballot" crowd. because here's the thing: no human being is perfect. even random ass humans don't live up to their own moral standards all the time. and a human being who is elected to government is, by definition, creating compromises and balances between multiple sets of different parties who all want different things - and who often don't share the same set of moral priorities.

(there is not one true good set of moral priorities in the world. there are some things many people would agree are always moral, but there are a whole lot of other things where many reasonable people either disagree or would say "it depends on the circumstances." claiming there's only one correct morality is, uh. very religious fundamentalist flavored.)

so when you have a government that isn't a total autocracy, its actions aren't a 1:1 reflection of the morality of the person in charge. they're the outcome of many people's preferences, and that outcome can be shaped to an extent by the person in charge, but not entirely. so you can't look at that outcome and say "well Joe Biden didn't make peace in the Middle East so he's immoral" - because a large, large percentage of the decisions that have happened with this war are not actually in his control. which isn't to say the president has no influence - he certainly has some, and the outcomes do partially reflect his influence.

but the real question then is not "why didn't Joe fix this yet" but rather "how bad could it/will it get if Trump were in charge" and the answer is "pretty fucking bad for everyone actually". he is unambiguously worse if you care about Palestinian lives - would you rather have someone who wants to get the killing to stop, or would you rather Bibi gain a buddy and enabler in the White House? calling Biden "genocide Joe" doesn't make the war more or less likely to end, but calling for people not to vote for him because "morality" actively helps Bibi by putting Trump one vote closer to the presidency.

and closer to home: if you want a far-right Supreme Court forever, by all means you should let your "morality" stop you from voting. Trump + Heritage have this agenda called Project 2025. they want to get rid of abortion in a comprehensive way. they want to roll back protections for queer people, and yes that includes marriage. they are staunchly against any DEI initiatives or protections for people of color. they want to get rid of fucking IVF. they want the Department of Justice to fall under *partisan* control, which is giving major Stasi vibes tbh. they want to stop promoting green energy or anything pro-environment, and double down on fossil fuels. they want to criminalize pornography. do you want that future? does your sense of "morality" extend to protecting yourself and your fellow citizens against a white Christian nationalist agenda by showing up and casting a fucking ballot?

because if you don't vote, this is what we will get. and thanks to the makeup of the Supreme Court, the consequences of your decision to vote or not will stick around for at least the next 50 years. that's you and your children and maybe their children too that will have to deal with the fallout.

we don't elect presidents to be a perfect conduit of our morals onto the world stage. they can't be. it isn't possible. but even so, Joe has done a shit-ton of moral things - masses of tax credits for clean energy, HUGE and unprecedented amounts of student loan forgiveness, slashing child poverty in half with expansions of the child tax credit, the list goes on and on. he's one of the most pro-labor presidents we've ever had. he isn't perfect, but saying there's "no moral candidate to vote for" is ridiculous. it sets the standard for morality higher than any president could ever reach. in doing so, it creates a false equivalence between Biden (one of our better presidents maybe ever) and Trump (arguably the worst president we have ever had). they're not the fucking same.

[bluegekk0]

Damn, Lurien's design is really good! Can you tell us something random about him?

Thank you!

Hmm. Might as well take this chance to talk about his personality a bit. His most prominent trait is that he's extremely dedicated to the City of Tears. Like, to the point of committing questionable actions in order to protect it, which started to be noticeable after he became its head post-infection.

There is a parallel to be made between him and Vyrm for this reason, but where Vyrm chooses to solve things peacefully and was forced to commit terrible acts out of desperation, Lurien is far more ruthless. As the head of the city, he wants to make sure the citizens are safe above all. The infection and the chaos that came after it became an opportunity for many bandits to exploit the city's weakness. By the time Lurien gained power to do anything about it, some of the city districts became notorious for criminal activity, and many of the thugs have their hideouts all across the city and outsids its borders. Thieves, murderers and other criminals fly right under the radar of his weakened guard, and this forces him to look for less than lawful methods to cull the bandit population.

This is best shown by his deal with Grimm; he's willing to work with another murderer to protect the city. Grimm periodically visits it in search of blood, inevitably leaving dead bodies behind. With Lurien's help, he gets access to a list of names of criminals he can hunt without consequences. He works more efficiently and faster than the city guard, which means Lurien can get rid of targets without attracting too much attention of the rest of the criminal underground. It's definitely a questionable method, and perhaps a lot of those criminals deserved a fair trial, but Lurien doesn't seem bothered about it. Anything to protect his beloved city.

I'm still brainstorming his backstory, but I want him to be very closely connected to the city from a young age, somehow. I mean, he basically married it when becoming the Watcher, so it's very clear that it means a lot to him. And I thought it would be interesting if he agreed to become the Dreamer not just because of his respect for FPK, but out of love for the city.

I talked before about his relationship with Vyrm, but I think this is a nice opportunity to mention if again. He definitely had a crush on him at some point, but it's possible that he was more attracted to Vyrm's love for his kingdom and his subjects rather than Vyrm himself. He definitely saw the king's beauty and he found him awe-inspiring, but whether or not it had a romantic undertone is still something he can't decide on.

His conflicted feelings are definitely rooted in his kind's customs. As I mentioned in the design reveal post, the males of his species clip their wings as a wedding ritual. This is deeply rooted in its culture, which unfortunately means that same-sex couples and relationships with other species are frowned upon among his kind, as they break tradition. Lurien definitely adapted Hallownest's more tolerant mindset, but deep down he felt ashamed of his feelings, which contributed to him never making them known to Vyrm or anyone else.

This post is already quite long, but if anyone is interested, I would love to answer more questions, especially some more specific ones! They help a lot with developing him as a character.

[abcwordsurge]

Have you ever thought about what language(s) the states speak outsude of english? Recently its been drilling holes in my brain.

If you have, what language(s) do you think they speak?

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Well, I haven't paid it a lot of thought in the past, but you bet I'm gonna now! (Though, little disclaimer for everyone reading: most of this stuff isn't based on anything historical, and the stuff that is, I didn't fact check, so- this is just for fun, do not educate yourself based on my posts)

Well, of course there's the generic Florida and California speak Spanish, Loui speaks French... is Spanish-speaking Texas canon? If it's not, yes it is /j

Michigan speaking Arabic is definitely canon

Uh, Hawaii speaks Hawaiian, but that should go without saying

Florida probably speaks Haitian, too, because of that video where he got all protective of his Haitian citizens (iconic move on his part, I can't believe I actually agree with something he said)

Perhaps New York speaks Dutch- I'm pretty sure New York used to be Dutch

Oh, I just remembered, I have this map saved on my phone:

New Mexico probably speaks Navajo- I bet he's pals with Navajo Nation ("oh yeah, Navajo Nation is suing you" ICONIC, that whole video is wonderful, but anyway)

It'd be funny if Ohio speaks Arabic, too, so he and Michigan can argue in Arabic and no one else knows what they're saying (except Tennessee and/or Iowa?? because according to this random map on the internet, Arabic is at least the third most spoken language in those states??)

I feel like California would be the type of guy to learn a whole bunch of languages on Duolingo, but as soon as he's faced with a native speaker he has no idea what to say

That's all I've got off hand- thanks for the ask :D