#Cause of a post with some connected lore

[annemissingshoe]

umm

Well I have something that I started working that planned to post eventually

It’s theories about Keeper’s lore

I did say I would go through her blog and I did. Guess I’m starting the theories for Keeper since on one else has made any yet.

@arikihalloween

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Mmmm Jinx AU where after being taken in by Silco, thinking she's been abandoned by Vi leads to her not latching on to Silco as the most important thing in her life who she must be loyal to above all else, but full on swinging into the direct opposite direction and becoming like Sevika.

[This AU is in part inspired by the idea of Jinx becoming more idealogically like Sevika, but also from OG Jinx's personality.

OG Jinx is a character who's primary drive is her own personal enjoyment and happiness. Which comes from building weapons, causing explosions of all kinds, and pranking Piltoveans.

Jinx doesn't go out looking to kill people, she goes out to to have a good time, and if people happen to die while she's having her good time, then that doesn't really concern her.

Like there's this one quote about OG Jinx that basically boils down to: "If Jinx found a box of firecrackers that had a person sitting on top of it. She'd light the fireworks without even thinking about the person on the box because she was so focused on her excitement about fireworks, that she didn't even notice the person."

OG Jinx has prioritized her own personal enjoyment over everything else, that people potentially dying as a result of whatever she's doing is so completely irrelevant, to the point of her being effectively unable to perceive the potential collateral damage.

It's not even that OG Jinx wants to kill people, or enjoys killing people, it's just that people dying while she's doing what she loves isn't even a linked phenomenon in her brain. Because people (who die) are going to die eventually with or without her actions, so why shouldn't she enjoy herself even if people happen to die while she's doing so.

Jinx's loyalty to Zaun is prioritized in the same way in this AU. People are going to die with or without the revolution happening, so they might as well have the revolution.]

Loyal to the dream of Zaun over any individual leader.

I mean, she still comes to love Silco as a father figure, and he still comes to love her as a daughter, but also much like with Sevika, they're both fully aware that if Jinx ever comes to the conclusion he isn't the person who's the best bet for securing Zaunite independence, she'll abandon his gang and possibly go elsewhere.

Or even more so, if she comes to the conclusion that he's worse for Zaun than he is good, possibly kill him herself.

Which I feel like wouldn't stop him from loving her more than anything else.

I think he'd just consider it another aspect of her that makes her the ideal Zaunite. The ability to put The Cause even before her personal feelings and attachments, something he's still not able to do.

Basically this Jinx thinks of her loyalty to Zaun and her personal love for individuals in her life as entirely disconnected to each other, with Loyalty to Zaun being her default.

Which adds a number of complications to her relationships. Specifically her being totally unafraid to fight to the death against her loved ones without an ounce of remorse, and then thinking of it as a complete non-issue in the aftermath if they both survive.

Like she fully still considers Ekko her friend by the time Vi gets out of jail in this AU. Full on "We try to kill each other on alternating Thursdays, but that's no reason to stop being friends" feelings.

Which also results in her not feeling an ounce of shame in helping him and the Firelights out when it comes to basically anything they do that isn't in direct opposition to SIlco.

I mean, the Firelights are also working towards bettering Zaun just like she (honestly believes) is, they just have different opinions and methods of how to do so from Silco's gang. While also serving different parts of the community.

[And yes, Ekko and the rest of the Firelights have complicated feelings about Jinx in this AU. None of them know where she stands with them.

She'll help them without expectations one day, and then turn around and kill some of them in a confrontation without an ounce of hesitation the next.

Some of them hate her, some have mixed feelings. Others just think she's completely mentally unstable, and shouldn't be trusted considering she seemingly flips between being ally and enemy with no warning.

Ekko's feelings are especially complicated, as you can imagine.]

None of this is to say Jinx doesn't feel just as deeply about the people she loves, as she does in canon. It's just that trauma has convinced her that unequivocal loyalty to an individual vs an idea is a very easy way to be hurt.

Detached logical decision making as a way to avoid being harmed by making emotional mistakes. Which is what she feels is why she failed so much as Powder.

The belief, that she was so obsessed with gaining approval from individuals in her life, she never had a real personal goal to strive towards that she could measure progress and growth to. Resulting in her always feeling like a failure, even when she was doing good, or at least improving.

She's still deeply hurt by Vi choosing Caitlyn over her (as far as she could tell), the Firelights taking Vi, and her accidental killing of Silco while spiraling in the wake of her Shimmer surgery. She's also extremely frustrated by her freak out on the airship where she shoots Eve (pink haired Firelight).

Because she feels like those are instances where she gave into the impulse to emotional over reaction to specific individuals that caused all of Powder's problems.

She was so focused on Vi, and her desire for Vi's approval, that she couldn't fight the Firelights as effectively as she normally would.

She was so focused on Vi seemingly leaving her to go off with Caitlyn that she couldn't focus on fighting Ekko on the Bridge, resulting in her getting far more injured than she normally would have, and nearly not succeeding in getting the crystal back.

She was so triggered by thinking she was seeing Vi on the airship, that she completely lost it and started shooting indiscriminately and caused the job to go south and injured people on her own side.

She was so caught up in her spiral and hallucinations at the tea party, that she shot Silco based entirely on instinctual protective instinct when hearing the hammer being drawn on a gun on her vulnerable loved one, rather than anything intentional on her part. Which she'd previously had always sworn would be the case should it ever come to her killing Silco.

That if Jinx ever killed another of her loved ones, it would be because she knew with certainty it would result in the betterment of Zaun, not because she made a mistake because she was being an over emotional idiot.

I think the only major change from this Jinx's actions in the Season 1 part of the story would be how she went about stealing the Hexgem, and why she did so.

In canon she does so because she failed a job, and felt like she needed to do something big to prove to Silco that she was capable, in order to gain validation from him that she was. Even though he never tells her he doesn't think she's capable, just that she needs to take some time off because she had an episode.

He said "take a mental health day, even if you don't think you need it," and she responded, "so you think I'm a fuck up?!"

In this story. it's more that Jinx is so focused on what she could potentially do with Hextech to help the revolution and Zaun as a whole. That she was already planning to steal some research notes and crystals to get experimenting with it on her own terms, before the job gone south, and the new advancements in Hextech being whispered about for progress day.

Getting her hands on the newest form of Hextech is just her getting lucky.

This also means she doesn't steal it the same way. She doesn't do anything to kill any Enforcers, but she does cause a distraction with what seems to be a box of fire works going off prematurely on "accident".

With her swooping in to steal the notes and hexgem while everyone's busy with trying to contain the panic the fireworks accident is causing to really pay attention to what she's doing.

Which the Enforcers do react to, but everyone but Caitlyn disregards as an accident. As once it's clear that nothing other than a few decorations got ruined and people getting startled came of the fireworks incident.

They're far more concerned with the stealing of hextech that's happened, and Viktor's testimony of a young woman with long blue hair sneaking out of their lab.

With the fireworks incident being dismissed as an accident that's completely unrelated to the burglary of the Hextech lab. Beyond the burglar potentially using it as a convenient opening.

Caitlyn's not convinced, and it's already happened so close to the airship shootout incident, so she still goes down and ends up freeing Vi from Stillwater with some of Jinx's drawings as evidence, from the airship shootout.

Which does mean that her trajectory in the Season 2 part of the story would be a bit different.

She still goes into a depression after Silco's death. Mostly because she feels that she's broken her most important self imposed rule: not killing because of personal feelings about someone, but for The Cause.

She killed Silco not because she felt killing him would make things better, but because she was scared and spiraling and in that vulnerable emotional state, she defaulted to the same way of thinking that had gotten her loved ones killed the last time.

She protected Vi who she loved, and couldn't defend herself, based on gut instinct. And it resulted in the death of another loved one, and the complete destabilization of Zaun.

Now because Jinx is more focused on Zaun than on her personal relation ships, I don't know if she fires on the Council immediately after Silco's death the way she does in canon. I don't really think she would.

I could see her doing it because she's still in the peak of the Shimmer high, which is heightening all her emotions. Driving her to seek revenge on Piltover in her grief. Even though if she could think more clearly, she wouldn't do it, and would instead wait to gather an actual following and doing an organized and planned strike to be the most effective.

But I could also see SIlco's death snapping her back to reality as she sees it. That she simply takes the gem, her guns, and Silco's body and Disappears, vanishing into the night with neither Vi or Caitlyn knowing of the weapon she's built or what she's going to do next.

Which could have interesting repercussions on the story. Considering Piltover's council would to have agreed to Zaunite independence on the conditions of handing over Jinx.

Except the man they made that deal with is now dead, no one (except Sevika) knows where Jinx is to hand her over, and the Undercity is and of itself divided on handing one of their own over to Piltover (to potentially be executed, because of how dangerous Hextech can be, and a lot of the counsel fully thinking Zaunites are inherently dangerous, not to mention thanks to Caitlyn, Jinx is a known weapons builder, so what else do they think she'll do with access to Hextech other than build weapons) in order to gain independence.

I'm sure the chem barons would have no issue handing JInx over, because then they'd be free to divide up territory and completely take over with no one like Silco holding their leash, or PIltover dictating what is and isn't legal on their side of the river in the first place.

Oh the Firelights would be around to oppose them, but they'd never really were able to gain any ground beyond causing problems for Shimmer production.

But I'm not sure how more ordinary people would react.

I mean, in this AU it's pretty well known that Jinx holds the idea of Zaun above anything else, and was willing to help people who weren't affiliated with any specific group, as long as doing so wouldn't harm the independence movement of Zaun.

She's not really shy about expressing that stance, it's just up to everyone else to believe it or not.

Jinx, who would use her high position in Silco's circle to help ordinary Zaunites. Be it from one of the gangs overstepping and trying to start rackets Silco had forbidden, from unjust arrest from Enforcers, or even pointing them in the direction of the Firelights if she thought that was for the best.

Declaring that so long as the help she gave random people didn't harm or slow the march towards independence, helping her fellow Zaunite was helping Zaun, was part of the fight toward an independent Zaun.

She's the Loose Canon, shooting for Zaun and no one else. Loyal to no kingpen or Chembaron, but to The People of Zaun as a whole.

She has a bit of a following even without firing on Piltover or turning the Grey back on them. She's a bit of a living folk hero to some people, especially those she personally helped out of a bad situation, for no reason other than "I could, and doing so doesn't hurt anyone else. So why wouldn't I?"

Not to mention I definitely feel like Jinx would be way more intentionally politically educated in this AU than she is in canon.

JInx as she is in Arcane, never really gave a shit about Zaun's independence beyond what it meant to Silco (and later Isha), and she very obviously never bothered to learn anything about politics. At least nothing Silco didn't force her to learn.

But with Jinx's primary drive being Zaun, I feel like she'd definitely be way more politically minded, and while I do think she would consider turning herself over to Piltover to secure Zaun's independence (in a direct parallel of Vi's willingness to hand herself over to get the Enforcers to leave the Undercity alone to keep her family safe).

I don't think Jinx would actually go through with handing herself over.

Not with the Undercity being actively torn apart by gang disputes in the wake of Silco's death, no way of ensuring Zaun's prosperity after handing herself over, and no way of securing actual tangible betterment of conditions in Zaun even with Zaunite independence.

I mean from what we're told, Piltover's offer of independence was essentially cutting the Undercity loose.

Stopping their dumping of industrial waste into Zaun's water supply, ceasing utilizing of Zaun's air duct and water system for the climate control of Piltover's Hexgate system, release of Zaunites from Stillwater (or at least transfer to Zaunite custody)), and the Kiraman family handing over control of the vents that suppress The Grey over to someone from the Undercity weren't anywhere in that deal from what we're told.

[I don't think everyone on the counsel would have agreed to it if it was, they're all complete capitalists, no matter if some of them value sapient life more than others (Mel, Cassandra) on a conceptual level.

I believe the ones who outright hate Zaunites (which some of them clearly did) would have staunchly opposed if it meant having to alter how they actually approached how they ran their businesses, vs just cutting Zaun loose.

Hell I think those councelors would have gotten even more lax with their business regulations. I mean, Zaun wouldn't have been part of Piltover, and their citizens not their legal responsibility any more.

So why should anyone from Piltover worry about them dying? The trenchers wanted independence and if they can't survive without Piltover's support, how's that anyone's problem but the trenchers?]

It was, if you hand over Jinx, we'll legally make you not our problem any more.

Which I don't think a politically educated Jinx would go for. It would just leave Zaun to the messy power struggle that appeared because of the power vacum caused by Silco's death. None of the Undercity's actual problems would be solved, besides Enforcers no longer being able to harass them.

So the Zaun Piltover conflict would stay more political and less outright invasion than it is in canon as a result.

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 08 - Fav. (Side) Job

When she's not running around as Ninja or Summoner , Arsay's next choice is the lance. Being bestowed a source of draconic power by Midgardsormr moments before his slumber, and knowing how to channel the powers of Bahamut with dreadwyrm trance, Arsay's power as a Dragoon rivals that of even the former Azure Dragoon. With that said, she'd much rather use her polearm to hunt monsters.

[strawglicks]

i can feel myself drifting from the TTCC community .. like i still love the characters and their dynamics, but ive been thinking less about toontown as a whole and just some of the characters are lingering . this usually happens towards the end of my obsessions

plus i just dont feel in touch with the community LOL i just kinda stick to my own stuff and sometimes like the art and stories ppl make .. but im in this awkward spot right now where im MENTALLY not engaging as much. idk if this is anything

[beeapocalypse]

AH i havent talked abt the frontierists here have i. very secretive sect of alamanni humans looking into Dreamed Realities (pocket realities born by dreams- the purposeful creation of them by eldritch deities Is possible but is also considered way blasphemous. near every dreamed reality by alamanni folk is born of essentially the most advanced form of maladaptive daydreaming possible and is unintentional. way hard to discern between them and real vivid Normal dreams). humanitys predecessors (taught the secret of intentionally dreaming up new lands by a select few eldritch beasties seeking refuge from the rest) sought refuge in a dreamed reality to get away from both the incessant typically deadly curiosity of the vast majority of eldritch deities and their incredibly shit living situation (forced into subterranean living bc of the whole corpse of the existence dragon and all of its curious parasites hanging up in the sky staring down at them, resources running low over the years with them unable to leave for more bc of the venettes- already sentient animals transformed into more human shapes by the eldritch in an attempt to get closer to that hidden race) and their shed mortal bodies upon successful exodus became the first humans so theyve got this tiny innate knack for intentional exploration that other alamanni folk dont. through the gathering of just abt every bit of still surviving texts on dreamed realities (WAY sparse, both thru the passage of time + the fact that those first eldritch deities desperate enough to part with such secrets were long killed by their more pious fellows), the frontierists understand the mechanics of it all Just enough to be able to deliberately enter and explore this 'final frontier' which they seek to put to page and Conquer

[herrscherofmagic]

innocent, unsuspecting me, starting the Black Shores quest, unaware of what's about to happen:

"Alright, looks like this is the last main quest before the Rinascita stuff! This seems like it'll be a sort of interlude chapter, probably pretty short, maybe a bit of exposition, so I may as well go ahead and see what's about.

Oh. oh no. oh god. holy shit. OH FU—" [the transmission abruptly cuts as I'm splattered by a runaway Mach-5 emotional rollercoaster]

okay for realsies though I was NOT expecting all that. and I ain't complain', far from it, that was absolutely mind-blowing!!!

I have to get up early for work tomorrow so I can't afford to stay up all night writing a massive essay about how much I love the Black Shores story (and Camellya's story quest)... but I do need to share some quick thoughts:

vistas: gorgeous

characters: fascinating af

music: divine

plot: fucking awesome

Shorekeeper's identity and story was WAY more interesting than I expected tbh, and ditto for Camellya. I was a bit worried about it being slightly waifu-baiting, but the way the Rover grew close to each of them felt surprisingly natural.

I'm kinda impressed by how well WuWa has handled this, where nearly all the character relations so far feel organic and well-founded given the circumstances that they've met under. There's a lot of deep bonds, but they all feel believable to me ^.^

It's also kinda funny how ordinary Aalto and Encore feel in contrast, too, and I can't stop thinking about how Aalto must've felt when he realized that the random interesting person he found ended up being the 30,000+ year old (at MINIMUM) founder of the entire Black Shores organization lmfao

and tbh I quite enjoy how Rover has a sort of air of authority about them, I felt like it was there fairly early on (maybe appearing sometime in the middle of the Jinzhou arc), but in this chapter it really was plain as day. the way they just took command??? and the respect they received??? simply astounding. fantastic.

Tethys Deep is also such an amazing map design! Easily one of the most beautiful places I've seen in any media. It's such an interesting mix of deep-sea imagery and sci-fi design, and tbh the thing i love most is that it's *INHABITED* and alive :D

[emoclowncircus]

i respect the time and effort you've put into this,but unfortunately,i still disagree on regard of the "Anthony" boy being Vergil. And,quite frankly, I find a lot of the points you provide to be quite shallow and don't go beyond personal interpretations when the episode itself provides enough implications that the "Anthony" boy is indeed Dante.

First off,the elephant in the room. It is directly disproven by the "before the nightmare" novel,where it is explicitly stated that Vergil hasn't gone under any aliases unlike Dante. This alone erases all the probability of Vergil being "Anthony".

You might argue that despite it contradicting the current established lore ,the time the episode was prepared was still based around Vergil --"so the point still stands". But,i'd say otherwise. Because as I mentioned earlier the storytelling and the evidence only points to one of the Sparda kins,and it is Dante.

The first obvious clue,is the picture shown in the episode. The Anthony boy is shown wearing red(with a BLACK blouse,NOT "blue"). We all know red is associated with Dante. If the boy really was intended to be Vergil, wouldn't the producers atleast put on his signature color?Seems like an odd creative choice to make if the kid really were Vergil.

The second point,the hidden box. Dante didn't just guess where it was,he knew where it was. Near the end of the episode we it's digged up(and since it can't be Ernest we're left with Dante).why would someone like Dante go as far to do something like that when it holds no sentimental value for him?If Ernest really were just a stranger,this thing should hold no significance for him.Why bother?

"Oh!For his brother!The box signifies Vergil's blue and has the letter "V" on it!" Again,this is nothing more than a mere personal interpretation,and doesn't rise above the actual implications provided by the episode.

Third,"Anothony Redgrave" is obviously a reference to Tony Redgrave...(does this need spelling out?..) DMC's original creator,Hideki Kamiya has stated before that the alias Dante takes is from a journalist named "Anthony Redgrave". (Would like to bind the source here but it's an old tweet and the ask itself is deleted)

Fourth...you argue that Dante does not care for Ernest. Then what's the point of this scene?

The melancholic atmosphere,the expression,the used soundtrack...Why the hell would Dante brood over a stranger's words?The same bothersome stranger that supposedly "mistaked him for another" the entire time?...He could simply shrugg it off as another unpleasant encounter. He's had plenty of those.

But from the way it is shown,he doesn't. He CARES. Because he IS Anthony ,and the guilt he carries is a burden for him to this day.

Everything from start to finish,the framed picture,the box,Ernest's crash out,leads to this. Why convey such an emotional conclusion if the journey had no impact?

"OK ,but then why does Dante keep on denying he's Anthony?"Maybe he's not "known for lying" as you said,but that does not exclude him from the act. Dante's not a reliable narrator with his own identity nor past. He denied his own heritage,put on fake names and lived as another for a really long time. If he tried tricking himself,what makes other people,or even the audience to an extent,an exception?Furthering my point; Dante distances himself from ordinary people as much as he can. In EP2 he says he doesn't like dealing with human folk,and again in the "before the nightmare" novel one of his reasons for not attending Patty's birthday party is that he doesn't see himself fit for an event involving ordinary people. He has lost the people dearest to him because of demon heritage ,and seeing Ernest,somebody directly from his past who could've been a victim of the past tragedy(CAUSED BY HIS DEMON HERITAGE)He'd obviously wanna cut ties the sooner he can.

Putting all of this together,I see no trace of Vergil anywhere in the story. People push this theory because they take Dante's words for granted,but if you were to analyze it just a little more,the pieces add do up.

Devil May Cry: The Animated Series (2007) - Dissecting Episode 8 "Once Upon a Time"

A.k.a. spending many words addressing what I feel is a much dismissed episode of the 2007 anime.

Ep 8 "Once Upon A Time" is a Vergil backstory episode. From what I've seen over the years, this apparently flies over the heads of even people familiar with all other works in Devil May Cry canon. But I think that this episode deserves re-evaluation, because it is really very consistent with how Vergil is portrayed both in DMC 3 and in his more recent re-appearance in DMC 5.

The premise of the episode is that a man named Earnest heard that his old friend Anthony had resurfaced running a business called Devil May Cry. He had fallen out of contact with Anthony 20 years ago following a fire that burned to the ground the port town called Morris Island where they lived - killing the majority of the population. The fire was claimed by survivors to be caused by a demon attack on the island. Dante denies meeting Earnest before. He goes along with Earnest to visit the town anyways because he wants to know who is putting Earnest up to this.

Consulting the various pieces of evidence.

1) Dante is not usually known for lying (except for withholding information), and yet he says repeatedly "I'm not the Anthony you are looking for". That's a pretty odd way to phrase his denial, but it makes sense when you realize why the show can't just outright say "that wasn't me, but it might have been my identical twin brother". A conceit of the show is that it never once acknowledges in words that Dante had a twin brother. The show is allergic to saying the name "Vergil" (not even once!), which made it surreal to watch as an introduction to the series in 2007 and to later learn "oh, he has a twin brother!....OH NO he has a dead twin brother!" Because of the way that in retrospect it's obvious that Vergil haunts the narrative in at least half of the episodes.

This is almost the exact same way that Vergil is handled in DMC 4, where he's very plot relevant despite his name never being spoken. The Yamato belonged to "Dante's brother" - that's the extent to which anyone acknowledges him in words. Because the writers have decided to address the question of "how do you make the viewers aware of the past escapades of the characters without wasting screen-time on exposition dumps" with the answer of: "Don't! :)"

Real people don't start off every new relationship by explaining their tragic backstory - so when characters like Patty and Nero are introduced they are surrogates for the fraction of the audience who did not play the previous games or read the books and are reacting to the mysterious figure of Dante from an outsider perspective.

2) This point is one of the weakest (because it only works in hindsight), but it should be said that as of DMC 5 and Visions of V it is known that the demon attack on Morris Island is entirely separate and unrelated to the demon attack on the Sparda mansion near Redgrave City. It is also heavily implied that Dante was constantly up in Vergil's business - making it unlikely that Vergil could keep a secret friend from Dante and also have that friend never find out about his twin brother.

Plus there is the timeline to consider. DMC 1 takes place 20 years after the attack on the Sparda mansion. Morris Island takes place 20 years before this episode of the anime. There is a gap of at least a few years between DMC 1 and the anime considering that there was enough time for Trish to partner with Dante, change the shop name, and then for Trish to leave and the shop name to change back. So even the timelines don't match up if these 20-year time spans are strictly correct rather than vague approximations of time.

3) Dante has a completely separate backstory about where he ended up after his family home burned down in a fire and he was separated from Vergil. Because of the shock and to protect himself he buried his real identity in amnesia for like 8-10 years and created an identity as Tony Redgrave. He became a regular human mercenary and unaware of demons until suddenly he was pulled back into it and forced to remember. This is covered in the DMC 1 novel. The DMC 1 novel has been more decisively folded into canon as of references to its events in DMC 5: Before the Nightmare. In contrast, Vergil's whereabouts during the same time period were a mystery. What would have been the point of giving Dante a new personal history set in a small port town when you can instead take the opportunity to fill in the blanks on the person whose past is unknown?

Basically, the writers take it for granted that there is a tacit understanding with the fans that they will be faithful in writing Dante's character to the extent that is possible. Thinking that the viewers understand that the 2007 anime is not an adaptation of any previous works and has no desire to re-tread those previous works. The version of Dante as he appears in DMC 3 and subsequently in the anime is written as the character he would be if he experienced the events laid out in the DMC 1 prequel novel. Anything that they've retconned is exclusively related to Vergil - Vergil was not abducted by Mundus as a child and Vergil did not experience the events of the DMC 1 novel (and is unaware of Gilver in general). So if those things did not happen - then what replaced them? The way that anime Ep 8 and DMC 4 are written imply that the writers already had ideas about the answers (it's only 3 years between DMC 3 in 2005 and DMC 4 in 2008), but outside of more prequels there is no graceful way to deliver information about a character who is canonically dead - everything about their thoughts and intentions is filtered through 2nd and 3rd hand unreliable sources.

Even so, Visions of V re-creates the singular kid Vergil scene that was shown in the DMC 3 manga. In that case the scene takes the form of a surreal nightmare that is forced on him by the demons that he is conversing with in the present. It's surreal in the sense of the symbolism of being naked and afraid and stabbed to a gravestone with your own name on it.

Whereas the Visions of V version positions itself as a more straightforwards narrative account of the event. Vergil chooses to acknowledge what he was really thinking and feeling that day as a step towards working past it:

4) Earnest and "Anthony" had a favourite teacher - Margaret - so they seem to have both had a scholarly inclination. The unique cutscene introducing the Vergil playable route in DMC 3:SE (and at multiple points in the DMC 3 manga) shows him browsing books in a library.

The plot of the episode is that Earnest has an ill-begotten plan to open a portal to Hell and summon a demon. Dante tries to talk him out of it and is unsuccessful. This is a smaller scale version of what Vergil did in DMC 3. The parallels - they are here.

5) The kid in the photo that Dante sees at Earnest's house is wearing a blue/black jacket and red shirt. Blue with red interior lining being the colours associated with Vergil at the time of DMC 3, but even more directly with Nero in DMC 4. Morris Island is a port town. Fortuna is a port town on an island. This anime was being written and produced during the same timeframe as DMC 4.

6) Earnest and "Anthony" buried a box of treasures as children and it was a secret between the two of them. The box that Dante digs up has a scratched out name on a field of blue. The first letter of the name is a cursive "V". How did Dante know where the box was? Dante and Vergil were twins and were still similar enough at age 10 or so that Dante could guess where Vergil would have hidden something. They were similar enough that they both chose the same name of Anthony/Tony when they tried to obscure their identity. The identity confusion is a feature, not a bug - it's part of the tragic irony. It's toying with the same question as DMC 5: if their positions were switched, would their fates be different?

Dante does not care about Earnest. At all. At least, beyond the point that he's a person about to do something foolish that could get himself and a lot of other people killed. Dante is doing the bare minimum to humor this man - so if not because of some gesture related to their "friendship", why even dig up the box? For the same reason that he went to visit the town: curiosity. He was looking for proof of Vergil's existence in the world before that one time he showed up when they were 18 talking about a lunatic plan to raise a demon tower and open the connection between human and demon worlds (DMC 3 manga), and then at age 19 actually went through with that plan while revealing that the point of it all was to gain more power (DMC 3), followed shortly by throwing himself into Hell while severely injured at the end of DMC 3. What would motivate a person to do these things?

7) This port town being burned down in a fire caused by a demon attack explains a lot about the psychology of Vergil, in ways that would not be explicitly confirmed until DMC 5 and Visions of V. He's motivated by his fear. He did not hide from Mundus as successfully as Dante, and even when he tried to reinvent himself as a different person the demons caught up with him. Dante lived through one tragic fire and loss of home and safety and he knows how devastating it is - but he repressed the memory and moved on from it in his own uniquely dysfunctional way. Vergil experienced at least this 2nd attack, which begs the question of how many more times did it happen that Dante is unaware of? How badly would it damage a person to live in fear of being constantly hunted and unable to stay in any place for very long or form lasting attachments to other people? Dante can relate to this a bit given his own personal tragedies, although unlike Vergil he has a handful of people like Lady and Trish to keep him grounded though the years.

But for Vergil it can be extrapolated that he was forced to be alone after any attempt to get close to normal people ended in further tragedy, and it seems like the demons won't stop hunting him until either he is dead or the mastermind sending the demons to hunt him is dead. This evolves into an obsession with power, detachment from human social connection, and willingness to make the decision that a city worth of humans is acceptable collateral damage so long as it gets him that power and opportunity to end Mundus.

If there is a single detail that calls in to doubt that Ep 8 is about actual Vergil post-separation from Dante, it is that "Anthony and his mother" lived in the village. On the other hand, the inclusion of this detail seems as much designed to baffle Dante as it does the viewer. This could be a hook for Dante that has him doubting Earnest's story and/or his own memory because he was certain that their mother died at the same time that Dante and Vergil were separated. However, although there are photographic records of "Anthony" in the town there don't seem to be any of this "mother", and her name is never given.

So if indeed "Anthony" was Vergil, then this mother figure is a continuing mystery. The possibility is that Vergil was accompanied by a woman who was a mentor to him in some way, similar to Dante with Nell Goldstein. Could have been a magical mentor - how did he learn to fling about spectral swords anyways? Impossible to say for certain (i.e. more flexible for future use as a plot point), but if Patty and Morrison from the anime are canon then this suggests that other things set up in the 2007 anime could get a callback if ever there was a DMC6.

As for the purpose of this episode in the context of the anime - it would have been deliberately designed as an attack on Dante by Sid - the mischief maker of the series who is advancing a background demon resurrection plot. One of the times that Dante confronts him Sid says "In the end you were drawn here by the smell of a devil weren't you?" before backflipping off the balcony as the scene lights up with blue lightning.

What is it that Vergil says in the Mission 13 fight in DMC 3 the first time he uses his devil trigger: "You will not forget this devil's power".

This whole episode is a twist of the knife to deliver a reminder that Dante and Vergil weren't so different once, that kid Vergil probably missed their mother as much or more than Dante because he didn't have the luxury of willing himself into amnesia, and that while Dante managed to make it to adulthood before demons found their way back into his life Vergil was not so lucky. Understanding some of the reasons that drove Vergil to obsessively seeking power only makes it worse that Dante was now twice responsible for unknowingly playing into Mundus plans by severely injuring Vergil in a fight to the death in DMC 3, and then by killing him instead of saving him in DMC 1.

Bonus: Even the alcohol gets in on the theme. Dante in his own home office enjoys a "Budweiner" beer with his buddy Morrison as he gets the details about Morris Island. The end credits show him with a glass of "Back Janiels" liquor - these are his usual tastes. When he visits Earnest's house it is just after seeing that photograph of (presumably) kid Vergil that he is offered a glass of red wine.

This is some classic gothic imagery where red wine evokes the look of blood. The last time that Dante and Vergil fought (intentionally - not counting when Vergil was under the control of Mundus) it was over what it means that they have the blood of Sparda. And blood is present in the lyrics of the lesser demon battle music that plays through Missions 2-13 right up to the scene where Vergil is trying to open the gate.

... Taste the blood, Taste your fate, Swallow your pride, With your hate, ... Knee's in the blood with your crying pleas, Wade in your sorrow, bathe in your fear, Clear the mind of the righteousness suffered, Witness the moment of your failure's prosper!

[unikhroma]

the tenna-ramb lore supercut

for those who are curious about their canon relations! things to note:

- ramb is in charge of watching toriel to make sure she's still asleep. he's one of the people who tenna's talking to through his antennas during the chapter (you'll see the scene that reveals this in this post)

- ramb's light world form is a power strip and tenna's is of course the TV in the living room. it's possible that the TV is connected to said power strip since there was flavor text saying that the TV's plugged back in in chapter 2, when it wasn't in chapter 1. yes i have also been wondering what the implications of this are

- tenna didn't know what to assign ramb to do at first and he says something that backs up that it was for negative reasons

the shit talking pippins might seem unreliable for info but remember: from a writing standpoint, there's a reason he's there and it's to tell you more about him

tenna's side:

context for this stuff:

this is when tenna is seen speaking to ramb for the first time after round 1. toriel was located and he's reminding him of some plan they've already arranged.

▲ tenna getting mad at ramb about toriel after round 2. ...not sure what the implications of him paying ramb's electricity bill is, or if this is one of those things where he's just saying whatever. also, "they" seems to be the knight, as tenna says he was instructed by them to keep the fun gang busy. guess they both know about the knight

made a gif of the end of the scene cause i think his animations are important. the "!" bubble seems to imply that ramb said something that pissed him off or he hung up on him

▲ happens at the tail end of the race to toriel. i think this speaks for itself

ramb's side:

▲ ramb's dialogue if you say "super fun" when he asks how the games were after round 2

▲ ramb's dialogue if you get Z-rank. the electrifying line seems to be in reference to tenna due to tenna using the same word with emphasis in the cutscene following the one where the electric bill is mentioned

▲ ramb insulting tenna's game the first time you talk to him in the S-rank room

parallels and dichotomies

- both tenna and ramb miss spending time with kris and want to appeal to them to see them have fun again

- they've both held onto the past very tightly, with both of them reminiscing about kris, asriel, and the holiday kids visiting. with tenna, he primarily remembers the family watching TV together, and ramb remembers kris and friends playing games together.

- tenna is afraid of/nervous around kris and is insecure about whether or not he's doing a good job entertaining them with his games and challenges. on the other hand, ramb rarely shys away from being upfront with them and is very sure that his own games will be enjoyed by kris

- at the end of the chapter, they both meet an unfortunate fate. tenna gets dismembered, and ramb turns to stone (...?). however, tenna can have a happy ending if you fix him and give him to mettaton/hapstablook, while ramb's post-chapter fate is left vague and concerning to make me and m-chromatic insane specifically (TOBY PUT THE POWER STRIP ON THE PHONE

and:

it makes me insane that i can't find the in-game source of these lines, i just know they're from a different pippins than the one that shit talks ramb

tried to find more inklings of them talking about each other but i think i got all of it. hope you enjoyed another Long-as-Hell Ramb Post From UNIKHROMA

[hungrydata]

Ok so, ik I'm busy, but I can't NOT talk about the new episode. So...

SPOILER WARNING FOR EPISODE 5 OF THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

I won't write an essay now, but holy gosh moly. This episode was great. And I hate that it ends with a cliffhanger. But it makes sense since Goose said that eps 5&6 were focused on both Jax & Ragatha, so they are very likely tied together (hopefully we don't have to wait another 6 months, but you also can't rush art of course)

I also don't want to break down the episode, there are people who can do that way better than me. I just wanna talk about some fun stuff.

First of all, I tried my best to figure out what everbody's saying here (Only Jax is subtitled in english, however the other two are as well in other languages, so I used them if I had difficulties with what they're saying):

everything I am not 100% sure about or was roughly translated via the different language subtitles, is written in brackets

JAX: I very much did not enjoy that one in the slightest. If we ever do anything even close to that again, I'm getting violent, and I'm going to kill Ragatha.

GANGLE: Uh... I... don't really think it [brought out the best in me], even if it [was the cause of my mask].

RAGATHA: Oh, I really do not think [I was that innocent at] that time, I [did release] (?) some things I normally never say.

I know that some of this is not accurate or something is missing, but it's really difficult to understand what Ragatha and Gangle are saying. Therefore if you know anything, help is very much appreciated!

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Now I wanna talk about rather obscure stuff. Like Kinger being right handed. I never posted anything about it, but I discussed with my friend about what each circus member's dominant hand was (bc I was bored, can you blame me?) and while I still think that the animators just use whatever looks good and can bring the message across the best (like Gangle sometimes drawing with her left hand and with her right hand, based on what perspective we view her, or how basically most characters use their left and right hand for difficult tasks equally, just so that the viewers can see it better, and it's probably easier to animate as well if you don't have to think about it)

Anyways, Kinger is right handed confirmed to me. (Jax is left handed, tho I need to rewatch all episodes and shorts on Glitch's channel to get more information about that, same with the other chars, tho I'm 98% convinced that both Jax and Gangle are left handed, tho that might just be delusion idk)

Btw the Anime and Intermission section were beautiful. Now we know why it took so long, but it was definitely worth it.

Also RIBBUN AND MAID DRESS HALLELUJAH!

ngl this looks funny

I feel like the shippers are going crazy with this one, especially people who ship Funnybunny (and the Bunnydoll Nation is either in shambles or enjoy it as much as the time Ragatha got deep fried.)

As a Ribbun enjoyer, I am definitely eating the toxic crumbs up like Jax did eat Gangle. Also thank you Goose for giving us so many great catchphrases that I am going to use from now on.

Also, THE LORE. And why can I genuinely relate so much with Jax. Why. Idk how to feel about this. And he actually cares let's gooo!

And I gotta say. Love the beef between Jax and Ragatha, and I also like the friendship between Jax and Pomni that slowly but surely develops. I also like the detail that here, Pomni votes against the maid dress. I could imagine that she just thinks it's childish, but it's also a sign that she knows Jax would hate it and wouldn't want to stir chaos.

ALSO HE SAID THE LINE HE SAID THE LINE!

You detached it yourself, idiot.

Welp I'm outta pictures to post here. There's alot more like Jax having a friend that looks like a frog, and Goose mentioned in one post that the person that abstracted before Kaufmo was called Ribbit (yk, like the sound a frog makes). I thinke there's likely a connection. And considering that Pomni was supposed to be a frog first, maybe that's how Jax and Pomni also will become closer friends. Can't wait for the next episode

And knowing what Goose said, it's not gonna be a wholesome one. After all, even tho 5&6 are split between Ragatha and Jax, this was still the Ragatha episode, and the next one will be "more centered" around Jax. I'm scared.

Also as much as it pains me, I think Gangle will be the one to abstract. The fact that she didn't have an evil doppelganger and with the teaser of her symbol loading, it's too much of a coincidence to not happen. Pls don't Gangle you're my baby ;;-;;.

(so much so to "not an essay" lmao. "Not an essay" my ass)

Also. DaY 172 bc yes

[imlettingeverythinggo]

Intuition placements 🌙

I know I haven't posted in a long time, lost some motivation and life challenging me, but for now I'm back?

most people confuse instincts and sensitivity to intuition. so for now, i decided to describe exactly solely based on intuition. for sensitivity, I'll do another post.

Please do not plagerise my post, and if you want to use some of my notes, give credit to me and DM me 🫶🏻

mercury - neptune - these people get lost in their minds mostly. their dreams can affect the way they think during the day, so their thinking pattern can vary from completely normal and empty to chaotic and foggy

mercury - uranus - creates abstract mindset full of unpredictable thoughts. in some cases, I've seen these people have random things to talk about purely based on intuition. later, when people tell them that, it might cause a shock because they didn't think their random thought could turn out to be true

moon - mercury - common aspect indicating a person can speak directly about something they feel can also apply for hard aspects, but it's lesser prone to speak correctly 🌙

moon - neptune rx - these people can have 5 book lores in one night. at this point, they dont even need to read because of how weird their dreams can be. neptune Rx is a placement more prone to intuition than direct neptune 🌙

moon - uranus rx - chaoticism in emotional balance is present, causing it to fail. these people are prone to having their moods swing a lot because of outer influence that made them feel that way. people with this placement should be careful with who they spend their time with. Also, those mood swings usually present empathy towards someone, so they might pick up their energy.

8th/12th/4th house placements - those are water house placements, and the element of water is connected to intuition.

south node - moon/mercury - althrought this placement indicates a person who will always stay in confort zone, south node is connected to past life karma so deja vus can be experienced and intuition along in recognizing someone with whom you feel like you already know then before meeting them (same goes for 12th/4th house synastry?)

direct mercury - people with mercury rx are not that blessed with intuition from my observations in real life. Only can be saved if in aspect to uranus rx or neptune rx. These people are pretty much prone to misinterpreting.

8th/12th/4th house rulers in aspect to moon, mercury or neptune - again, water house rulers in aspect to these planets indicated intuition. It is even better if the rulers are those planets and not afflicted.

all the mentioned planets in air/water signs - i mentioned air because its butterlfy energy can cause random thoughts, unpredictable. Yet, needs water placements along with it in order to make a person unpredictably intuitive.

uranus rx/neptune rx - as i read from some serbo-croatian astrology books, retrograde energy connects those planets to a divine matter, making an individual with those placements in chart prone to intuition all suddenly. However, the planets should be in aspect to moon/mercury/venus and in positive aspect to saturn and in water houses.

That's it for now. I hope you enjoyed these notes and see them as useful 🫶🏻❤️

[curlyfriesgalore]

"let it all out, baby."

you've been dating daisuke for a while, already growing accustomed to his body and behavior, but something was off. nothing break-up-worthy, far from it, but you're a little concerned with how quiet he's been in bed.

so one "night," when swansea is too drunk out of his mind, anya is busy caring for curly, and jimmy is doing fuck all, you and daisuke spend some quality time in your room, which miraculously survives the foam.

one thing led to another, and now you're giving him head. however, as much as you want to get lost in your lust, you can't help but focus on his face—not out of your usual affection, but to analyze him.

★ a smut-shot broken down into bullets with dialogue sectioned off into chat-format segments. [2,697 words]

☆ gen tags: post-crash. gn! reader is anya's intern, but your job isn't mentioned in the fic (it's just for lore's sake). daisuke is insecure in his masculinity (some angst). set in our year all because i reference one meme lol.

★ nsfw tags MDNI: dom reader. sub daisuke. fellatio and a handjob. neck biting and nipple sucking. so much whimpering!!!

[ahh, posting again because i found a fic i made for another character two years ago, so i decided to rework it! i was actually really glad to find this 'cause i've been wanting to write daisuke smut, but currently my nsfw drafts are all curly. art by washitquickly on twt —iris🌠]

daisuke squirms as you lap your tongue around the head of his velvety dick, your spit blending with his sweet and sour slick. he digs his gapped teeth deep into his chapped lip. his mouth is in a tight crease, eyes squished shut with brows deep in concentration, wrinkling his lightly pimpled forehead.

he looks so out of breath, yet zilch emerges from that man's mouth. you wonder if your skills have worsened since the crash. maybe it was stress? but no, you knew that couldn't've been the case. your licks have always made him involuntarily writhe in pleasure, and your breath alone was enough to make precum shoot out of his soft slit.

speaking of which, you did exactly that, and a high-pitched moan ensues, finally.

you groan along with him, feeling his clear fluid slide down your throat. when your voice vibrates its low hum, shivers trickle down daisuke's aching cock. it's enough for him to jolt, flutter his eyes open, and mewl out a squeaky whimper.

you look up in awe, expecting to see your loverboy in pure ecstasy, but your heart drops. all you see is his hand clamped over his mouth, eyes wide in horror: the farthest thing from rapture.

gently, you remove yourself, the sensation of smooth skin lingering in your mouth as a trail of saliva connects your lip to his tip. with your hands still on his thighs, you felt him tremble under your palms.

daisuke pulls his legs towards his chest, encasing them within his arms as he buries half his face into his knees. his brows dent into his temple. he mumbles what sounds like an apology and wipes his face against his hinge joints. worry washes away your arousal in an instant.

carefully, you unfold his arms, spreading his legs to reveal the gorgeous mess you so deeply love. you crawl on top of him, resting your stomach on his, feeling his liquid lather onto your abdomen as you softly cradle his chin, bringing his face to yours.

as you thumb away the tiny tears dripping down his acne-scarred cheeks, he carefully brings his gaze to you, revealing the sea of tears swimming in his dark eyes. daisuke looks like a sad puppy, hurt and desperate for his partner's forgiveness, yet you are unsure as to why he's reacting this way.

he tries to gulp down the cries congested in his throat, attempting to force an explanation, but his reasons refuse to be revealed. for a man who spoke so many words, he felt too embarrassed to say any.

so, rather than letting him hurt himself any further, you envelop his warm body in your arms. daisuke silently melts as you comb your fingers through his sweaty hair, caressing his scalp as you try to piece things together. you think back to all the times you guys have had sex.

time and time again, you remember how quietly he'd finish. no matter how intensely his body shook from your touch, nothing but a small sigh would leave his panting chest. daisuke could be a puddle of sweat, drool coating his chin, eyes rolled all the way back as he failed to wait for your cue to let him cum all over your stomach—and yet, the only thing missing were the sounds of his moans.

you didn't question it at first, assuming he was, ironically enough, a quiet guy in bed, but things weren't adding up.

whenever you sneak attack his sides, tickling the air out of him, daisuke would shriek as if he'd witnessed the murder of his favorite pokémon. his face contorts into the physical embodiment of the 'ash baby.'

then there was another time, a month before the crash, when it was jimmy's turn for movie night. the co-pilot pulled up with his favorite horror film, intending to creep the skin off of everyone, and it nearly did for daisuke. he screeched so hard, practically ripping your eardrums, and lunged himself onto you, toppling the others over like dominoes on the couch.

(you recall a very tired captain curly lecturing a sheepish daisuke, telling him to be more careful with his surroundings, as anya aided swansea's sore back while jimmy snickered to himself next to you).

countless times proved how reactive he was, besides the obvious fact that this man does not have an off button. so, for him to be completely silent during sex didn't make any sense.

well, he wasn't completely. you've heard his soft moans and hushed whimpers escape from daisuke, unbeknownst to him, but you knew he could be much louder than that.

like, hello? he's the daisuke juarez, the guy (in)famously known for talking on and on for days without fail; surely, he could groan the life out of his lungs.

because, clearly, he wants to.

he needs to.

but you didn't know why he was so adamant about being super quiet. you wanted an answer so you wouldn't have to constantly try to get a read on his suppressions. and, by the looks of it, you're about to get one.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

you cup his face and caress his warm jaw. daisuke delicately places his hand on top of yours and strokes it back, rolling his thumb against your knuckles.

"can we talk now?" your question drifts into the soft rumbles of the ship.

daisuke carefully nods, one last garbled sob croaking out his throat before he responds, "y-yeah..."

"tell me. what's wrong, baby?" you ask softly as your hand dances around his face, your fingers tracing his features, wet from tears.

"um, do i..." daisuke pauses, briefly breathing in some much-needed air, "do i sound weird when i—y'know—uh, moan...?" he leans his cheek into your palm, and you feel the bumpy indentations in his skin flush into yours. his sights are set on everything but you.

your brows knit, but clarity relaxes the knot in your shoulders. "d'aww, baby..." you pout. "is that what this is?" daisuke, slowly attempting to match your eyes, purses his lips with another nod.

shaking your head, you bring his chin closer to yours, "no, no... not at all, dai." you press your lips into his pursed ones, tenderly transferring your love to him and relieving his tight kiss into its original plumpness. you pull away, resting your forehead against his, "i've always found them very cute..."

"if anything," you chuckle, "i wish you moaned more." finally, he looks at you, and you're met with wide eyes and lifted brows, "really?"

now it's your turn to quirk your brow. "of course, really! what makes you think i'd feel otherwise?" daisuke laughs at that and eats his lips, looking up at the metal ceiling as he sifts through his memory box.

"well- i don't know, i mean, back on earth," you catch a brief dullness in his gaze, "i once heard the girls in my class talk about how weird some guys sound when they moan, and like," daisuke drums his fingers on your forearm, "when i asked, they'd say any dude who sounded too much like them?" when he looks at you, he falters, "ach- how do i say it?"

your eyes narrow, struggling to understand that train of thought. daisuke frowned, not at you but at the following words, "it was something like 'oh! men who whimper are soOo icky to me' and 'dudes should sound deep, not like...'" daisuke winces, heaving a frustrated sigh as he continues to mimic those girls. "'...whatever weak subby boy bullshit that's been circulating online—' i know, it's stupid." he immediately stops when he sees your grimace.

you blink your eyes shut, shaking your head and sighing when you peel them open. "so," your hand wipes over your mouth. "you ended up adopting that?" you ask, tucking your thumb under your chin as your index rests on your bottom lip, elbow propped up on one knee.

"i mean, sort of?" daisuke moves his hands to rub circles on your bare sides, "when i realized that i moan like," daisuke air quotes, "a 'weak subby boy,' i got really embarrassed and well- forced myself to sound more like a man, i guess..." the shame in his face, apparent.

you hum, taking in the information as he continues to explain his insecurities. daisuke tells you all the times he's been egged on by his guy friends for how he sounds when he'd whine after getting hit by a baseball ball (when that shit HURTS for anybody, daisuke emphasizes) or how often his friend group would point out his squeals, joking about how he'd never get laid with a voice like that. the thing is, he consciously understands that his classmates are biased individuals, so daisuke knows that there's no real point for him to act all secretive with his sounds. but he can't help it. he worries that letting himself just... be himself, in this context specifically, might make you find him less attractive.

"hUH?!" you exclaim, making daisuke jump. you're so baffled that you grab his face and squish his cheeks with all the affection your squeeze can imbue. he looks at you, doe-eyed with lips puffed out like a fish. "i—first of all, what an absolutely shitty thing to say to your friend, let alone do it daily. and second of all, not every man moans the same. just 'cause yours is a little higher doesn't make you any less of one..." he attempts to defend them, wanting to say that they weren't that bad, but you hush him, reading through his lie before he could assess it himself. then, when you rationalize his insecurity, he tightens his lip, taking in your opinion as you continued to speak against the toxicity of his friends. noticing he's gone quiet, you rub his cheek, changing your tone into something much softer. "daisuke."

"yesh...?"

as your serious stare delves deep into his soul, you reassure him, "there is no one—and i mean, no one—in this universe that i love more than you."

"oomph, i shink your beftfriends whould be mhad if they hurd thath." daisuke jokes, and you roll your eyes, shushing him as you stifle your laugh, "hey, i'm being serious here...!" to which daisuke chuckles and nods for you to continue, mouthing an 'i love you, too.'

you sigh, "your whimpers... are the cutest, most adorable noises i'll ever hear in my life, and i don't want you to shut them up, ever. i mean it."

"mph- reallhy?" the innocence in his voice made you squish the sides of his face harder as you hummed in agreement, "really."

"i want to hear them," you take a moment to sit up, straddling his thighs as you wrap your fingers around his dick, it instantly springs. "over... and over... and over again." with every pause, you stroke him. your palm tugs at his cock from the hairs on his abdomen to his soaked tip. daisuke chokes out a gasp, his legs squirming as he gulps, "a-ah, fuck... baby." his body trembles, randomly jerking with every drag of his thick cock.

"nothing will ever change the way i see you," you press your lips onto his jaw, feeling the tiniest stubble. "how sweet you are, how handsome you look, or how good you sound to me." you trail kisses down his neck, and latch onto the edge of his adam's apple, nibbling a whimper out of him.

"if anything, your moans make me love you even more than i already do." as you peck along his chest, his whines squeal breathlessly, and his whimpers exceed his vocal cords. every compliment you throw at him sends his brain into autopilot.

"ngh, mh..." none of daisuke's words made any sense, his mouth melding into mush while yours formed dark hickeys on all his right spots. he was panting uncontrollably. looking down at you with those half-lidded eyes of his, ones leaking with so much love and lust. he grips the sheets with one hand while the other carefully combes through your hair.

your mouth was now at level with his nipple. you watch it harden in anticipation as he edges his chest a little closer to your lips, making you chuckle at how needy your boyfriend's gotten. "now, before i let you cum, i want you to be as loud as you possibly can be, okay? for me, baby."

he nods, loving your coos, but uncertainty nearly cockblocks him, "w-wait, babe, what if everyone hears me?" daisuke watches you huff a laugh, "like anyone's cared about us fucking before." you both chuckle, and daisuke relaxes, "oh right, hehe."

"even if someone hears," you lightly circle his nipple, the tiny bumps on its dark epidermis sliding so perfectly against your thumb. daisuke's dick twitches, already biting his lip at the sight of your tongue inches away from his chest's nub. you continue, breathing hot on daisuke's skin. "they get to know how beautiful my baby boy sounds in bed."

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daisuke's breathing gradually quickens at the heat. when you finally lick his nipple, his cry is instantaneous. it's the prettiest noise you've ever heard, pulling at your heartstrings as a rush surges through your abdomen.

you close your eyes and focus on stroking his dick with every lick you make, his adorable moans filling the air. the way you roll your fingers and wedge them on the damp head, massaging the precum out his slit, melts daisuke, turning him into a pathetic, panting puddle in your arms. he absentmindedly ruts into your hand out of pure pleasure, sliding his slick all over your skin.

soon enough, his whimpers peaked, his voice consuming the room. you knew he was reaching his high based on the synchronization of his thrusts and your pumps. bed sheets crumple under his fist, and his other hand no longer on your hair but on the small of your back, squeezing your waist as he tries to travel down to knead your ass.

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"babe, i'm close...! i'm so close." daisuke blabbers between mewls, his hands clutching onto your hips for support. he spills all of him into your palms, creating a wet patch underneath his thighs. you intensify your already vigorous pumping, simultaneously pinching a nipple as you bite the other, "come on, baby... you're almost there." "i'm cumming—fuck— 'm cumm...ing, nghnghm! ohmygod...!" intense shudders siphon through daisuke's bloodstream, his whole body convulsing as he feels his milk bud, moments away from dripping out his sore slit. "let it all out, baby." you coo, tonguing his nipple with your wet love.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

with one final groan, his cum drenches your hand as he arches his back so far that it nearly sends you falling. all that fills your ears are the sounds of your boyfriend's sweet sobs, easing into an aching sigh.

after tugging his cock with a few more strokes, daisuke collapses further into the bed, his head lying so far back into the pillow that you can see his adam's apple bob after every gasp and gulp. your lips leave his nipple, and he shivers from the cold air hitting his wet skin.

as he's catching his breath, you stretch your back and crane your spine far enough to feel every bubble in your ligament pop down your bones. after rolling your neck side to side, you get a good look at daisuke, who is disheveled and disoriented.

you chuckle and lift his head up, daisuke's teary eyes akin to those of a desperate puppy. you bring your sticky fingers to your mouth, swallowing his sweetness, and daisuke watches, thirsty for a taste.

smiling at the drool dripping down his puffy lips, you bring your face to him, gracing him with a smooch. the kiss muffles his deep moan. his tongue explores yours, devouring his own dick with what lingers on your papillae.

daisuke pouts when you pull away, but before he whines, you wrap your hands behind his neck, sitting yourself up and pulling him into your chest. he sighs into the hug, embracing you as much as he physically can while you massage his wet and messy hair. you kiss his scalp and softly praise him for being such a good boy.

[i was going to expand on the post crash aspect but i got wayyy too tired. but know that the story was originally going to have an afab reader, where you ride daisuke till he cums inside you, so i'd then add a line about how you couldn't care less about getting bred 'cause you were probably dying on the tulpar, anyway 😭 so it was going to be a LOT more angsty. i also intended to write a segment (after he admits his insecurity) of him missing earth and the structure of a home so badly that he's developed a mommy kink, so i could use it later when you guys go back to sexing buuut oopsies. i'll save that for another time 🫠. —iris🌠]

[beastyeastfreak]

Ancients / GN! Shape shifting reader

Well yall wanted me to write for ancients too, so i figured why not return to my roots and rewrite the first post i did on this blog but for the ancients now that im writing for them!

Ill be prioritising beast asks though, sorry this is a beast fan account lolll

Cw and tags: collection of oneshits, takes place before beast yeast episodes, definitely not vague lots of defined reader lore for each oneshot, romantic, implied depression, reader has some connection to the beasts, angsty

Dark Cacao

⚔️ - Your appearances were few but each strike was enough to cause ripples across the kingdoms nearby. It wasn’t often you attacked. You weren’t exactly hostile, just a being that pillaged a town then moved onto the next, surprisingly no fatalities just survivors with injuries both mental and physical. Dark Cacao’s kingdom was not the first to meet you. You traveled all along the cold areas of crispia before trailing closer and closer.

⚔️ - Dark Cacao had heard incessant gossiping from the aristocrats. A horrendous creature, they said. One day they spoke of it being a bulky armored covered monster, the next a cookie who looked just a little off… Another would whisper that their cousin had faced it head on, it had no specific form but to scare them it had taken the form of a great dragon. His interest had peaked, and the sword at his side resonated with the same interest. If this shifter decided to show its face, he would handle it personally. He assigned more guards at the borders, tension grew. A town just shy of the kingdom had been torn up in the night, help arrived in the morning. No fatalities still.

⚔️ - Your arrival had fanfare, not loud but it was announced. The birds stopped chirping and the animals hid all day in burrows. Even some larger predators seem to shy from the open areas. The day dragged, everyone seemed on edge, everyone now assigned to civilisation of any kind, the being only attacked small towns so as threat loomed he ensured citizens would be protected.

⚔️ - Dusk settled on pristine snow, he began to patrol the castle walls. Below, against the snow he saw a lone cake hound, he watched quietly as it innocently trotted up to the wall of the citadel, looked around and suddenly turned into a robed cookie. Ah, it intended on stealing from him, and here he was preparing all the weaker points. He did not move, he stood still, then when you climbed to the top he grabbed you by the arm. Standing without a word while you began to claw, and change, and scratch, regardless he held on staring coldly. Eventually you loosen up, his grip does not waver. You’re no dragon, you actually seem quite frail for a cookie. “You would have been wise to steer away from this kingdom,” his brows knit. “Fine! I’ll go, put me down.” You hiss and kick at his chest, its like kicking a brick wall. “No, you must answer for what you’ve done,” he says and places you down so you can walk but still holding your arm. “What?! Seriously! I didn’t do anything!” You yell out as he drags you into the fortress.

⚔️ - You’re placed in a cell impossible to escape from no matter how small or large you make yourself, apparently its mercy by their standards. You gain the affection of whoever’s bringing you food in the beginning. If fact new guards have to constantly be appointed because of how you continue to win their hearts over. Finally, he decides to just bring you your food every day, and unfortunately he falls victim to it too. The first instance of resolution slowly cracking was pity, you scarfed down food like you hadn’t been fed in years. He occasionally spotted you looking longingly out a window or the sound of your form shifting.

⚔️ - He cracked, one day he delivered food and asked, “why did you harm those beneath you?” He says, you’re throwing a ball up at the ceiling and back down again, except the ball also seemed apart of your body. “We all gotta eat, not that it really matters i guess since we’re all going to die anyway,” you respond nonchalantly. “So you’d hurt the innocent to feed yourself?” He said incredulously. “I didn’t hurt anyone, just stole… and broke some stuff,” you say. He stares for a moment then leaves.

⚔️ - He comes back the next day and opens the door, “you will join my kingdom, i will keep you fed and you will listen to me.” He says, ecstatically you agree.

⚔️ - The next few months were hard work, you had to regain the trust of cookies you once saw as stepping stones. Many of those who you now had to stand beside at meetings you would have had to scare off. Your talents were indispensable, a jack of all trades one could say.

⚔️ - Once you were fed, out of a crummy cell and out and about you were flourishing. Obviously Dark Cacao kept a close eye on you for his own interest, to train you, and course you not getting away. That allowed you to become close with him, there were many times you found yourself in his cloak, or sleeping on his shoulder in the form of a small animal. Though in many cookies eyes you were an outcast, when you two were by yourself you were close. He had never been this close with anyone, you had little chance to be.

⚔️ - As you adjusted to the snow, dapples of white or a snowy coat would become frequent on your body. At first thats where he thought it’s end, just a new shade of camouflage. Then the closer you two seemed to get and the longer you stayed, he noticed occasionally within the black were small sharp diamond shaped specs. Any time he’d run his hand over your bare back as you slept or hold your cheek before a kiss, those specks seemed to temporarily grow in size. He finds it amusing, he wishes he had something he could keep on himself that reminded him of you.

⚔️ - He found himself more and more fond of you by the day. He was a mighty king, unmoving in the face of danger. He showed nothing, just stalwart silence. Yet you didn’t do that, you proudly displayed colors. You were always changing, even in deep sleep where your best dreams were black and purple. There was always a new pattern, a little change but even then, some part of him remained there. You were one of his subjects now, he’d protect you as such.

Golden Cheese

☀️ - The golden city was a perfect, pristine paradise she had carefully planned and constructed for her citizens and only her citizens. So it irked her to no and that pesky bugs would dare try inflitrate and harm what was hers! Of course her assistants would always do an impeccable job in maintaining the city, keeping everything in order and above all prevent it from happening again. Yet one day, something unfamiliar wormed its way into the city.

☀️ - Mozzarella cookie had spotted a rather hefty glitch one day, quite large for a beetle but took care of it regardless. Well, the very next day another bug popped up in the same place, the ritual would be repeated again, and again and again until Golden Cheese herself took notice. “It’s almost like the same entity is trying to break in under different forms.. i haven’t seen anything like this.” Mozzarella cookie would say. Insulted was the first emotion, some one was desperately clawing their way in to harm her subjects?! Her treasure?! But then it became sharp fear, a pit in her stomach. Someone was getting in. She of course did not let this fear show, she told Mozzarella cookie to let this entity in and track them down so she could have a word with them.

☀️ - Things are quiet for a while, no bugs, no issues, no mention of some terrible cookie rampaging about. The relative silence only makes her more anxious. At some point she does find you though, although not realizing its you. She visits her room filled with treasure, coins stacked to the roof, golden chalices filled with never ending ambrosia and shiny rare trinkets litter the shelves. Her treasure, just the mere sight of it, calms her down. She gazes upon art while idly swirling a shiny cup. Somewhere down another room she hears movement. With haste she walks over, “is someone there? This room is off limits,” she called out and heard scrambling. She opens the door to find…

A cat?

☀️ - She watches as this feline jumps onto a pile of gold and tries to escape out a window with a scroll in its mouth. She quickly flies over and grabs it, “what a greedy little creature you are! Stealing from my treasures are you?” She pulls the scroll from the cat’s mouth, it was a map of the old kingdom. She had it in a tightly closed box on the wall, how this cat managed to pull it out was beyond her. It began to try and pull away, swatting and hissing. She just laughed, finding it cute. “I think i will keep you, very few have the ability to trespass into my abode.” She says, your disappointment is plentiful.

☀️ - You tried to escape the first night she captured you, but that very night Smoked Cheese caught you and placed an irremovable collar that would track your position on you. You were stuck, beginning to wish you had chosen a different kingdom to hide in. As for how you’re treated? In the beginning it was degrading, stupid outfits, horrible name ideas, being petted. Then it began to work a little, you hinted at whatever your name actually was and she took it, she began to give you more regal attire and you got your own servant strangely. You felt, weirdly enough, worshipped which even being given a place to stay was more than you usually had. She seemed like she needed a companion especially after all she went through, it made it harder to leave.

☀️ - You knew you couldn’t stay though, you were a whole cookie hiding as a cat, you couldn’t abuse her trust like this (besides her assistants were becoming suspicious). So you plotted your escape, after a month of lounging around in luxury, cared for by Golden Cheese, you snuck out in your actual form. You assumed that in a different form, the tracking wouldn’t work. You were wrong. You got about 20 feet within the glitch you escaped from before you were caught and dragged back to golden cheese.

☀️ - At first, it seemed as though she would be angry, but she wasn’t. Standing tall like a judge with the face of someone who found this all amusing if anything. Through conversation she understood your motives and why you decided to leave despite the fact you could have just lied and stayed a cat the rest of your life. To your surprise, she offers to let you stay. You accept obviously, you didn’t want to go back to a place of battle and hardship.

☀️ - She stays close to you even after you aren’t a cat anymore. She does find interest in your ability to become other animals and even more mythical beings. She seems to slowly get closer to you again over time, still lavishing you in gifts, still talking about her day to you, making sure you’re well fed. She still refers to you as ‘pet’ or ‘treasure’ as a nickname, but she still sees you as a cookie of course. Once you begin to return the affection it only multiplies, she practically pulls you into her lap sometimes without much of a warning. She’ll string a necklace of pure gold around your neck and tell you its yours without asking if you wanted it. She feeds every greedy desire of yours.

☀️ - Eventually you start to realize how in place you were here, as in you were changing to mold against her. Any markings on your face slowly began to shimmer before completely changing to accentuate whatever she gave you. The animals you changed into were more often naturally occurring in the area. Whenever she was close to you, you seemed to naturally glow. She notices this, makes sure you’re constantly near her. Kissing along your neck watching pulses of color matching hers appear. Where once you were rough and unpolished she had undone that and revealed new colors you thought incapable.

Hollyberry

🍻 - Your skills as a shape shifting warrior were well known during the Dark Flour War resonated loudly among your kingdom. You defended the Hollyberry kingdom with such intensity and ferocity, even the ancients took notice of it, more specifically your queen Hollyberry. As battles raged with no clear end, when you had everyone’s back she was there to provide her shield and her encouragement.

🍻 - Everything was looking up for you, at least you thought it was. After the Dark Flour war she left the kingdom, she left you. You were given your titles worthy of your fighting, but Hollyberry was not there. In her absence, her son Royalberry had taken over who often invited you to the palace. You shared war stories at a dinner table, you uplifted as many cookies as you could. All the while searching for any sign of Hollyberry returning, and every search you came back with less hope. All the things you wanted to say to her, all the cups you could have shared before she left…

🍻 - You would always be there to protect anyone and everyone, even if Hollyberry was missing. The feeling of constant impending attack always loomed over you. On lonely nights you wonder if thats why she left, among other reasons. To try and fight this constant dread and fear, you shift less, take on less responsibilities in defense, you lose passion and color. Slowly, you faded into just another cookie, your transformation only quickened when the dragon came. Invasive was the beast, it made its home sipping juice and eating jelly’s and all were powerless to stop it, including you. It felt hopeless, you couldn’t even return the looks at you when they stared at you for help.

🍻 - Pitaya Dragon knew of your battle prowess, but when you hid away it only angered them. They became rowdy and impatient for someone to fight, some questioned why you weren’t fighting back. Finally the dam broke and you weren’t sure why. What sounded like buildings falling echoed through the entire palace, followed by roars and people running. What seemed like a great day had turned into a disaster in minutes.

🍻 - You stood in the crowd of nobles running away, your eyes catch onto a tall figure standing still. That pink hair, those eyes.. could it be? She sees you and walks over, “Y/N! i barely recognized you! Come on, let’s give this dragon a piece of our mind!” She says patting your back and beginning to walk ahead with great confidence. She hadn’t changed, you walked behind her. You exclaimed, “i can’t!” She stopped and turned to you, “come on! You have me, we can take them on!” You stared up at her, scared of what she’d think. “I cant shape shift anymore,” you blurted.

🍻 - “Im sure you can!” She says but you cannot respond before her hands come to your shoulders. “I know you can, if you can’t for the sake of fighting this dragon, then do it for me! I need your help, will you fight beside me one more time, friend?” She speaks, and a fire that had long been extinguished arose in your heart. What were you saying, of course you could fight with her, you were a shape shifting, Hollyberrian, enemy wiping machine! Valiantly, you both ran into battle, and for the first time in many years you changed, you fought and you won.

🍻 - It seemed like once all the damage was repaired, the first thing she did was drag you to the juice cellar and down a barrel or two with you. You both recalled your tales and got close as you did all those years ago. A couple good sparring matches got you back in fighting order, and it made you realize how good it felt to move around in a different body! She seems to encourage your shifting, when it starts to get monotonous she’ll pat your back and tell you “you tapping out already?” She understands breaks though, and she helps you readjust to the way things used to be.

🍻 - Unsaid feelings seem to come out quicker when they’ve been hidden away for so long, thankfully (to no ones surprise) it’s reciprocated. You’re spending practically every day with her to make up for lost time. She holds you so close you swear you hear your dough cracking, her gaze always lingers on you like its the last time she’ll get the chance. She relishes each form, relating it to past forms you’ve taken mostly. You’ve both grown, gain scars, you compare them often.

🍻 - Theres never a dull moment, always a promise of excitement with her. Even at night within sleep it’s a battlefield of blanket hogging and kicking, or attempting to smother the other in their sleep. She ensures you that come what may, whatever beasts she faces and battles you fight she’ll always make sure you’re behind her shield when you need it or in her arms when you’re in too deep.

Pure Vanilla

🍦 - The mysterious and frankly horribly uncharted woods around the floating vanilla kingdom was festered with dangerous creatures. Cookies were a great target, monsters loved to sink their teeth into crunchy dough, which meant as king (and a healer) he needed to limit who ventures into rough lands and their exact travels. Of course, where there was danger there was reward, and someone had found something particularly significant. One of the explorers had came up to him and handed him a scroll, holding it up to his staffs eye to read it. It was a map to a seemingly mythical structure holding scrolls of knowledge dating back to long ago, guarded by a massive shape shifting being.

🍦 - At first, Pure Vanilla shut it down, war was on the horizon and the kingdom needed to prepare. Though, for a few nights as he drifted to sleep he was kept awake by the fact he would never know what was in there. If it was real then someone else could find it, someone like Dark Enchantress cookie. Finally he caved, he assembled a team and someone to watch the kingdom in his absence. They set out in the morning, after a day of walking they arrived at an overgrown stone gate, the letters worn off. Within the walls was a once beautiful garden, many places to read and write. The building was still intact, teeming with ancient magic.

🍦 - He began to walk the path to the entrance ahead of the others, a statue stood of a cookie but it was so overgrown he could only see the worn down base. He took a step forward and the statue began to crack and move and soon the vines fell of revealing a great monster wound in sharp vines. “Begone, travelers, I will not repeat myself,” It bellowed shaking the earth. As it moved, it roared and began to swipe and attack. With each new form it took on came an unexpected challenge. The team began to fight back, but Pure Vanilla noticed something. The way it moved, although frightening and certainly dangerous it’s stance felt uncomfortable. It took on another shape, he began to realize the thorny vines it wrapped itself in were digging into it, and no matter what size they changed to it was the same.

🍦 - The only reason that would be is unkept magic, this being was left behind by its creator but the magic binding it to its duty had to be maintained like the garden. The being was in pain, and there was no defeating it at this rate, he commanded his team to stop. The soldiers stepped back, the guardian did too, assuming they were leaving. Pure Vanilla came forward with all the respect he could give for this ancient being. “If you do not want us inside, we will go, but please allow me to help you.” He says and the monstrous form they were taking becomes small, they were now a cookie still wound in thorns. “I do not need help,” you say. “Leave.”

🍦 - “Your fighting begs to differ, tell me, does defending a building full of paper merit suffering for a thousand more years?” Pure Vanilla steps forward again, still calm. “I have defended this place for many years, when my master returns he will fix this.” You respond. “Do you know when that is?” He asks, your silence is loud. You speak again, “the vines were once.. not thorn ridden, but what was once a proud colorful display of loyalty is now my chains.” You explain, he nods. “If this place is so special, i can help you keep it safe, but these vines will grow, and soon you will be unable to defend your home.” He steps forward again but you do not react so he continues. “Even if if means you are not bound to this building, please, let me remove your chains.”

🍦 - Unable to say no, you nod and offer your arms to him. With his own magic, he runs his hands over them and they slowly unravel as light passes within. For a moment you’re completely glowing, and then you are free. Weight has been lifted off your shoulders though it does not appear like that on the outside. While Pure Vanilla tends to the deep cuts in your flesh and tells you about the Vanilla kingdom and who he was, the others scout inside. When they return they speak, “the scrolls are.. all blank.” Then what have you been defending?! You desperately explain this place used to be lively with scholars and even after your master stopped coming here this place was full of cookies. Pure Vanilla investigates and tells you that they were replaced a long time ago, you were defending blank scrolls and dilapidated walls. Without purpose and little dignity, you decide to part with the building and try life in the Vanilla kingdom.

🍦 - Most would call the expedition a failure, but Pure Vanilla saw it as an astounding success. While they gained no knowledge or material they saved you from much more unnecessary pain and toiling. You didn’t know how cookies worked to be frank, any time you tried to talk to someone you came off odd. You had made a habit of clinging to Pure Vanilla, he taught you the new languages and etiquettes, all the new kingdoms that arose. It was almost embarrassing that a mighty guardian was hiding behind such a gentle cookie.

🍦 - Your fondness for nature connects you two, throughout your years waiting, nature was your friend. You watched the world around you become infested and weeded but in a way you couldn’t help but admire. He often allows you to accompany him while gardening which is where most of your bonding happens. It takes a while for you to choose a form that matches this new modern style, he’s extremely patient with each change. He has nothing but love and admiration for you, you wanted to change and he wanted you to be comfortable.

🍦 - At some point close friendship delves into something romantic. Kneeling in dirt surrounded by flowers during sunset, you cant tell if he was noticing the changes you made to yourself or the way you were looking at him. His free hand off his staff comes to your arm like he wanted you to be closer while he told you how amazing you were. His words cloud your mind, you’re lost in the features of his face slowly approaching. Soon, you’re kissing tenderly, trying to hold onto this form and keep it from spontaneously changing from the emotions. When he leans away he thinks it’s cute, your entire body now mismatched except your face.

White Lily

🪻 - It was a particularly calm day out, birds were singing their unique songs and flowers blooming out and about. White Lily would have to depart today though, she needed to go to beast yeast to find answers on why cookies were made and there she would find it. She had let her friends know, it was hard to leave but she knew it was the right choice. Her thirst to know and enlighten had been discouraged by her teachers and friends. She did not leave without a gift, with a gentle tap of her staff the ground around her began to glow and become full of lilies winding around trees and sprouting deep within the woods. They curled around her feet like a goodbye hug. She broke free and began to walk, slowly the field of flowers became more scarce.

🪻 - It had not been more than a few minutes when she heard movement within the trees along the path. She turned her head to see another cookie on a parallel path who quickly noticed her. She expected them to wave or something but to her surprise they suddenly turned into a bird and flew over to her, flying over her head. “Well hi there! Are you the one who made that big pretty field back there?”

🪻 - She smiles and nods, they drop back down now a cookie again. “Why’d you do it? I mean.. no one anyone randomly creates a bunch of flowers,” they say walking backwards to face her. “It’s a goodbye gift for my friends, i have to leave for beast yeast and i wanted to give something to be remembered by.” She says quietly, the other cookie seems to perk up. “Im from beast yeast! Im heading there right now, what are the odds!” They exclaim and she seems more interested now. “Really?” She says and you nod quickly. “This is actually the third time ive tried to go back, i.. keep getting lost before i even get to the border,” you admit slightly embarrassed. She laughs softly, “it seems you should probably stay with me.” She suggests and you quickly replied “it seems you’re right, My name is (Y/N) cookie by the way,” you say now walking beside her. “White Lily cookie,” she returns the introduction.

🪻 - The trek to beast yeast would take a month on foot, thankfully you both had each other’s company. She talked about her friends and their kingdoms, her burning desire to know why cookies were made and asked a lot of questions about beast yeast. You answered those queries and talked about yourself. That or sharing tales beside a campfire of strange tales of powerful cookies gone bad and a kingdom of silver and faeries. You turned into various exotic animals from around the world or kept watch while she rested. It seemed when you spend every day and night with someone you get close quickly.

🪻 - One cold night she sits beside a fire unable to sleep when she hears odd snoring coming from your tent. Hesitantly, and with a little inner fighting, she peers in to see a fluffy cream lynx lying inside and nearly jumps out of her dough at the sight. You, in the form of a cold weather creature to stay warm jumps awake thinking there was danger. You halfhazardly turn back to a cookie to reassure her you were just cold. Then the thought occurs, was she cold too? She says she hasn’t been able to sleep and has been staying by the fire, you offer to let her sleep in your tent. She agrees, needing the rest. For the rest of the trip, even though it got warmer she spent every night in your embrace.

🪻 - Then you cross the border into beast yeast, it becomes harder to protect eachother. In a moment of peace one day, she says that they should head towards the faerie kingdom. You seem like you dislike the idea but go anyway. It takes a few days to find the kingdom. When she finally comes to the entrance, suddenly you’re gone. It doesn’t matter though, the faeries needed her help so she’d have to find you later. When she sealed up the tree and was celebrated by the Faeries, she began to try and find you. Elder Faerie, confused why she wasn’t at the feast in her honor, approaches her. She explains who you are and their journey. Elder faerie recognizes you and explains your story to her. Long ago, you were once a faerie, a beast of silence, once of solidarity, saw you and despised how you were constantly surrounded by friends and helping your people without reward. So the beast approached you alone, offered to take you in, you declined with disgust. The beast, angered by the response, placed a curse on you. Never would you rejoin your kingdom and never would you be in your body again. Forever, a silent outcast.

🪻 - When he is done, he says you will likely be found somewhere close outside of the kingdom. If she cannot find you, he’ll send scouts. She leaves immediately, its hard to find a shape shifter but she knows she’ll find you. She spends all afternoon but soon she spots you beside a still pond. She says nothing, sits down and holds your hand. You tell her, “you have celebrations in your name, you should go to them. You wont find any enlightenment with me, only loneliness.” You seemed to know that he told her. She doesn’t go though, “maybe theres a way to reverse this,” she tells you. “It’s too powerful, no cookie can fix this,” you sigh. “Maybe.. a witch?” She responds with a small smile, you look at her like she was insane.

🪻 - “I am going to the witches.. and i want you to come with me. There i will find answers and maybe you will become un-cursed.” She says hopefully, a little surprised you aren’t sure what to say. Moonlight shining down on the both of you by a mirror like pond, it all felt perfect. “What if they can’t reverse this?..” you say trying to pull away but she keeps you there. “Then we can be alone together, no matter what happens there i’ll stay with you,” she smiles quietly, pink tinting her cheeks. It feels impossible to say no, so you don’t. You smile back and speak “ok, i’ll go with you.” You clasp a hand over hers. You weren’t sure when you got so close but it’s awfully convenient. Your intentions are pretty clear, hers are too. Both of you now flustered, nervous and unsure what to do, you stare at each other before she leans in and kisses you. Even after it ended you were fairly certain your heart didn’t stop pounding all night long.

[wonderjanga]

Billy and Bars

Now, as you probably know, most of the time Billy is ages 8 to maybe 15 (that’s what I’ve seen anyways) and of course, his Captain Marvel form looks like an adult. So, it wouldn’t be strange for an adult to ask another adult to go to a bar with them. Which is why Billy is caught in a dilemma. On one hand, he could just say no, but after a long mission where they’d all spent like two days on an alien planet under constant heavy fire from a cute and cuddly, yet surprisingly bloodthirsty race? It’d be weird not to accept. They might suspect him for being a kid! And boy, Billy does not want that. But on the other hand, he’s not of legal drinking age.

He ends up going with them anyways. Now, all the heroes are sat at a dingy bar in Central City, out of costume, of course. Though, some of them cough Bruce cough Diana cough Arthur cough and you can’t forget Billy, still in Marvel form. (He took a page out of Supe’s book and wore glasses. He’s also for some reason wearing Hawaiian print. (He didn’t have actual adult clothes and needed to borrow from a bargain bin))

Billy thankfully found a loophole for this whole mess. That’s right, this guys gonna be sipping virgin margaritas for the rest of the night. And, he try as many flavors as he wants because you wanna know the best part? Bruce is paying for everything! If Billy could jump in joy, he would. It didn’t matter that Hal was a little obnoxious when drunk off his mind. He’s dealt with worse and it’s not like it’s all that bad. He’s kinda funnier than usual this way. He gets the spend the rest of the day with people he considers friends, that’s all that really matters.

GL: “Dude, why do you keep ordering virgins?”

Crap. What does Billy say to that? Right off the bat, Billy ignores Solomon’s first, and quite frankly, wild lie to tell.

Marvel: “Hmm? Oh uh… I… like the way they taste…?”

He’s a bad liar.

Aquaman: *drinking beer* “Try again, bud.”

Okay… It looks like he might have to listen to Solomon after all. Gosh dang it.

Marvel: “Uhm… I kinda used to maybe sort of might’ve had an addiction and had to go to AA a long time ago.” *Sips drink*

He was always better at lying when the lie was already prepared.

*Whole table goes silent*

Marvel: “Uh… I’ve been sober for a while. Like…” ‘Twelve years, Billy,’ Solomon supplied in his head. “…Twelve years.”

*Table is still silent.*

Flash: *Interrupts silence by slamming hands on table* “Dude! You cannot keep dropping Marvel Lore Bombs™️ on us like this!” (Btw this is the same universe as the Marvel Compilations post. I didn’t mean to write it like it was the same universe but I might as well connect them cause why not)

Marvel: “Whaddya mean?”

Superman: “Well, Marvel…” *scratches back of head* “You kinda have this tendency to… Gosh, how do I put this?”

Martian Manhunter: “You drop obscure information about yourself at random times.”

Wonder Woman: “Then you just go about your day like you didn’t say it in the first place. For example Cap, you can’t just tell me that at some point you were an Amazonian, you were there for my birth, and then just walk off.”

GL: “Marvel, how old are you?”

Marvel: “Uuuuuuhhhhhhh….”

Batman: “You date back to having existed before Mesopotamia. I want to know the answer to that question Marvel.” *Bat-glares Billy while sipping from his drink.*

Bruce was definitely going to add the AA thing to his quite small folder on Marvel.

The night continues on with the other members of the JL grilling Billy for more information about himself, which Solomon helps with by either supplying him with lies, or with things previous champions did. By the time the night was over, Billy never wanted to go to a bar again. He unshazamed in an alley and went home to his little place. He bee-lined to his sleeping bag and just when he was about to fall asleep, something popped into his mind:

‘Why didn’t I just say I didn’t like the way it tastes?’ That thought kept him up for a couple more hours.

[annihilatius]

Candy Diver human design I did (the images wouldn't load in the correct order I placed them as but whatever)

Uhhj what do I say.. I think the first and last time I've ever drawn fanart for this game was back in September/October 2021? I don't play CRK for the lore or characters really, even if sometimes the stories are engaging or I like some of the characters. I play because it's fun. But ... I watched Legend Of The Duskgloom Sea a few days ago, and immediately knew I just HAD to draw Candy Diver. Something about them makes my neurons activate I can't help it I have a disease RAAHHHH!

@glitchven Just cause you're my only mutual that posts abt this game

Alternative versions and an explanation for my design decisions and fan made lore for it under the cut (spoilers for Legend Of The Duskgloom Sea)

(In the context of being a human) Candy Diver died sometime around the 1920s-30s, when, on a diving expedition looking for treasures, went too deep and realized it after it was too late, eventually running out of breatheable oxygen before reaching the surface (the deeper you go, the more disoriented you get. Humans can barely handle 40m). As a ghost in the Duskgloom Sea, they still wear the very same suit they died in, which is why it's so stained, yellowed, and dirty (realistically it'd be even worse than this), also explaining why their body has decomposed into nothing but a skeleton.

The lantern is some random junk they found they somehow managed to get working. Their original helmet isn't the one you see here, though, because I specifically designed them to *actually* be a deep sea diver; and this is pretty accurate to what they wore, except, of course, they didn't use gumball machines as helmets. Not long after dying and becoming a ghost they lost their helmet, and had to settle with a discarded gumball machine as a replacement. They figured out a way to weld the two parts together (the odd red thing that connects the empty space between the helmet and the shoulderpiece) so it could come on and off. Their original helmet would have looked like this (Mark V divers helmet):

The name "Candy Diver" is one adopted after the fact (either by themself or given to by other people), I'd imagine they were named something completely different before dying

Thinking harder about the whole Candy Diver being dead thing, I thought it would be really cool to take that in a more grotesque direction. Even though now that's it's finished, it (the design) is extremely tame (at least to me, I invisoned them as being more menacing considering the skull, but I've learned now that it's impossible to make a character that has gumballs for eyes scary or intimidating in any way lmao), Candy Diver has SO much potential for body horror and the like, that the game completely strays away from in favor of making them cute (which is incredibly affective btw).

Instead of them just being a ghost who was born from their psychical form dying (most likely), I interpreted them as more of a walking corpse. It may not translate well in the drawing, but they're meant to be hunched over from the constant pressure of how heavy their suit is. They walk slowly but loudly across the seafloor, also because of the weight slowing them down. An odor of death follows them wherever they go after decades of wearing the same clothes and the rotting of what was once their body. Their bones began to decay as well after a time, and eventually they lost their jaw bone, which is why they can't speak (but even when they *could*, I still imagine them as being very very semiverbal anyway. Because autism)

[paranoiddreams]

Boyfriend Sukuna! (HC)

𖤓 Sukuna x gn!reader

𖤓 Warnings!! - explicit language, mentions of killing and crime in general lol, general filthiness in a few of them bc it’s Sukuna, a hint of toxicity 😜,

𖤓 A/n!! - gonna make this a series, I think I’m gonna do either Satoru or Toji next, lmk what you guys think :3

- He LOOOOVES a good argument, especially if it’s escalated to a screaming match

- Only because it turns him on so much when someone has the BALLS to speak up to him.

- He’s a very physical person, so expect to be bit, squeezed, yanked, or picked up by this monster of a man at any time of the day.

- Speaking of, he’s a tough-strong-killer during the day, and a cuddle bug at night. But not like you’re thinking. I’m talking full on manhandling you into a fetal position on his chest so he can wrap all of his arms around you.

- Definitely the type of guy who always has to have some sort of physical contact with you at all times. Whether it’s an arm around your waist, or your hand wrapped around his pinky, he needs to feel that you’re right next to him.

- He’s not going to apologize, at least verbally. So don’t expect those two words. But, do expect the most lavish dresses/suits, jewelry, food fit for a whole Royal family, and good ass sex.

- If we’re talking Heian!Sukuna, he’s going to use 80% of his money on custom tailored fancy silk clothing in all colors and designs for you. He’ll have the royal tailor come every other week to measure you and get all of your requests, and then a day later the softest, most beautifully made clothes come in fancy boxes.

- And if we’re talking Modern!Sukuna, I feel like he’d make a good income on killing, stealing, and finessing people (lmao) so he’ll use most of that on shit for you. Even the most girly, cutesy, hello-kitty-esque things, he’ll just grimace and shove the cash in your hands (bc I see this man using ONLY cash). Although, this takes a while for him since I feel he’s more cautious in modern times with everyone, including you at first.

- Speaking of, he knows your body like the back of his four hands babe. He knows because he’s dedicated most of his time to making you cum I’m so many different ways, seeing which feels the best for you. Sometimes, he’ll use the more torturous, slow methods, but when you’re being a brat, he’ll use the quickest methods to draw the most orgasms out of you that he can🤧

- Has literally said: “The two things I have dedicated myself to the most in life is bloodshed and pleasuring you.”

- Does he call you “woman” constantly? Yes. Does it cause little arguments from time to time? Absolutely. But you’ve upgraded to a few “babe”s and “Love”s from time to time!😄

- Sukuna realized he was in love with you when he realized in a moment of intimacy that life is just so much easier with you. He’s always detested the thought of being “chained down” or “settling down” with someone, but with you, that thought doesn’t even cross his mind.

- Enough with that SAPPY SHIT—he fully does not understand your Five Nights at Freddy’s obsession. All he knows is it’s a horror video game, and whenever you hear someone bring it up you start freaking out.

- But he mayhaps have watched a full 2 hour video essay about the lore on YouTube one night to humor you🙏🏻

- He is the embodiment of one sided enemies to lovers. Like you’re fully down for his monstrous ass, but he’s over here beefing with you in his head 😭

- It’s only bc he knew it was all over the moment he heard your voice😞

- This man is lowkey a stalker, but you’re chill with it. He’s always got his eyes on you, and his heightened senses allow him to smell and feel you from miles away.

- If he’s not physically around, he has his “connections” as he calls them. They’re mainly local criminals and homeless people he pays to keep an eye on you (check out this post by @emphistic to hear more on this concept!!)

- Overall toxicity scale: 9 Sukuna fingers out of 20. If we’re being generous (˶˃⤙˂˶)

[kelocitta]

what did you think of watcher? i noticed a good few people dropped the dlc because of high expectations and how different it felt from the rest of the game. which is a shame because it gets very good but that's how rain world goes.

[Non-spoiler Answer] I liked it! I was actually one of the beta testers for it and distinctly we were all super thrilled with the overall way it 'felt' because it did actually feel like vanilla RW again. It's not 1-to-1 obviously, but it was super nice to go back to that more esoteric wandering game than what Downpour was- which was very much a very distinctly more 'normal game' experience. Its got a few quirks that need some more evening out, either due to time constraints or just being a hard thing to balance without a bigger playbase, and hopefully they will be. There's also the issue of anti-spoiler rush to finish things before everyone starts posting about it, which means people get irritated easier or frustrated when progress isn't consistent, they only want the big reveals and bits or lore and are considering the process of getting to those a blockade rather than the game. I think a lot of people just forgot what its like to play vanilla Rain World, or at least didn't remember what its like to play vanilla Rain World without a wiki open or a guiding hand. Cause if you were playing RW truly blind, c'mon, this was a game where you wandered through a couple ecosystems until you effectively climb into a plot once you get up the leg and into Five Pebbles and someone can actually talk to you and point you towards a more physical goal, and even then most players who ascended had no clue what was happening, much less why. The pearls are fun but lets be real, most of us read those on the wiki and not painstakingly delivered all of them for the bits of bite-sized region lore. Rain World has always been like that, it was why it was so much more niche prior to DP- some people grew to love that quirk but most people bounced off hard cause of it. I enjoy Downpour but it's design philosophy is miles different, and in a much more accessible and appealing way. With that said, I think it has a great story, and one that is frankly, much more obvious and at the forefront of it than base RW. People saying it doesn't have a plot are insane imo, its extremely there, minus the initial wandering the (at least the first) goal and plotline is not at all vague. I was also pleasantly surprised by some fringe things I got correct, or at least put my thumb on at some point, lmao.

[Small Spoilers about a small game design choice of the DLC, not plot]

One thing I'm surprised lots of people didn't like was actually the region cross-warp mechanic, I get why they don't like- things don't connect into each other in a sensical, worldbuild-y type way, but for me, who was someone who had a pretty big gripe with Downpour's 'Bubble Narrative' choices in how it was laid out it felt super cool to have this implication of an impossibly large, tangled world where you don't and can't know how everything is laid out. Everything in Downpour takes place in Five Pebble's immediate area. The creatures are consistent across the timelines (Not in distribution, things go extinct or change locations, but nothing distinctly new 'comes in' despite the massive world changes.) It makes the whole thing feel like a terrarium, where you can see it all despite the fact you shouldn't, that you don't have the right to know everything about the world. The fact that you aren't getting the full regions, that you really can't tell how they all connect- how much of the world is inbetween them, whether these areas are actually physically connected- its delicious to me frankly! The world is so big, so complicated, and you only ever get snippets of it. You are denied the full picture of life, its impossibly big- the world stretches out so far. Its the kind of the design that says 'hey, all those fan regions people make? Maybe those are all out there, somewhere, they fit into this grand puzzle but you'll never know where or how' I like that! The world is big and complex and unknowable again! We've seen outside the Five Pebbles bubble and were told only a scrap. I actually really like how jumbled up everything is after vanilla and downpour, I like thinking that the world map we have is full of empty spaces and unknowns in how all these places bleed into each other. I can understand why people miss the connections, or the pearls, but frankly I really like the spin they put on the exploration mechanic to spread things away from FP that isn't just 'make the bubble bigger'