#I now love and respect Sig

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch - LiTA (Sky/Prapai) 2/3

It took me much longer than expected to make it through the first two episodes of Sky x Prapai's arc in Love in the Air, but Prapai called Sky his boyfriend out of nowhere, so now I understand that he is Manifest Destiny-ing his way to love, and for the non-Americans, that's bad. Like real bad.

Let me be like Prapai and keep marching forward even though all the signs are telling me to stop.

In my first year of teaching, I was told I couldn't want the grade more the student did. I was reminded that some students don't want A's. Some students just want to pass the course, and that's fine. I need to take that approach with Prapai because he held Sky while he clung to him and cried for the nightmares to leave him in peace, yet in the morning, Prapai slings it back in Sky's face and makes it callously sexual. Clearly, Prapai doesn't want points for Slytherin. He does not want an A in decency. He does not want to pass "Go" on the board. Whatever he wants is between him and the demons he is fighting because obviously this ho does not want to be saved.

"Let me help you" - Look at that! As soon as you let men go, they wanna come back correct. Asking to help instead of forcibly inserting himself. Wow! So you are capable of not making everything aggressively sexual?

I'm watching you like a fucking hawk, Slytherin, which if you want to pass this course, you will note that hawks eat snakes, so basically I'm telling you I will devour you whole if you make another wrong move.

"That's all I ask," he says as he asks for EVERYTHING. "I will not restrain myself next time." "You cannot escape me." "Has he blocked this number?" Sky, babe, hon, bestie, rob this fucking man in his sleep. Take the watch off his wrist, the money from his wallet, and the audacity out of his mouth. These are the queer wrongs I'm trying to support this month.

"You should be spanked" - So 🙃 . . . IGNORING THAT! As a lifelong member and advisor of Greek life (fraternities and sororities are different for BIPOC), every time I see these university rituals, I always wonder what is the equivalent of a compliance officer in other countries because This. Is. Hazing.

And now Payu and Prapai are just hanging out at university activities like THEY DON'T GOT JOBS! Payu has a room in a garage, a room at his house with a toy car collection, and a terrified mechanic hiding under cars, so the man has got bills. Prapai has companies (plural) to run, and an overworked and rightfully annoyed (always in red) secretary holding down the fort, yet he is on a little vacay. Women in GLs - big bosses and screwing at work on company time. Men in BLs - FORGETTING THEY HAVE JOBS!

*Regina George has entered the chat* So you agree? You think you're a bad guy to Sky?

Every time Payu or Prapai mentions getting a reward (for not assaulting the boy they are chasing after especially when that boy is in a vulnerable position), I think of the conversation between Uea and King in episode five (part one) of Bed Friend when King asked for a reward and Uea said "The fuck you just say? Get outta here with that noise" then he left. Uea would eat these men alive.

The thinnest of ice, Prapai. I can see the freezing water rushing underneath. That's how thin the ice is that you are on, sir.

Because Prapai is confessing to sleeping with three other people since he began stalking Sky (no shame, as one slut to another, I'm actually very proud he admitted to it), can we get a STI test? We got condoms, so miracles can happen.

*squints* Is that a heart on your chest, Sky? No, I'm not angry. No, you're not in trouble. No, you're perfect. I'm just working through my own stuff, so I'm gonna need a minute to process this.

If you wanna live that chismosa life, you gotta be aware of your surroundings. Amateur.

Yeah yeah yeah, the wind needs the windmill or whatever dumb shit Dangerous Romance said. Now go make the lapel pin of it, and GET BACK TO WORK! This reeks of nepotism because there is no other way you would still have a job.

Prapai calls Sky by his name, no honorifics. Prapai sleeps on the floor. Prapai asks his mom for advice on how to care for someone. *squints* This is sus af.

And now he is swerving advances and doing his job. *squints even harder* Are you actually trying to pass this course now?

I, too, would be sad if rope was spewing out of my shirt like that.

Prapai just swindled a key to Sky's apartment without asking Sky for it. WHY DON'T YOU WANT TO FUCKING PASS THIS COURSE?! I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR ASS AGAIN NEXT SEMESTER!

I play with my ears when I get tired, so now I feel even more connected to you Sky, and PRAPAI IS KISSING YOU?! NOOOOO! STOP!!!!! HE'S TIRED! LEAVE MY BOY ALONE!

"I can't guarantee your safety if I stay" - It was a fake out, and I have lost years off my life because of this show. YEARS!

The first step is admitting you have a problem are the problem. *growth*

I'm not going to question the aerodynamics of riding with that project on a bike, but I will state that Prapai is the prefect example of the MAME Extremes I wrote about in the previous post because when he is good, he is really fucking good, but when he is bad, he is The Worst™ so can't we just find an in-between?

Don't you go pointing your scrawny finger at my boy like that! You're lucky he even still speaks to you. Shut up, five! A ten is thinking!

Prapai spending all his money on Sky. Prapai deleting all the numbers from his phone. Prapai getting the lapel pin. Prapai cleaning Sky's apartment. Prapai being honest about wanting Sky without being aggressive or crass. *squints so hard my head hurts* This is how Joe must feel with Ming in My Stand-In because I want to trust your ass, but my God, do you make it so fucking hard. I'm begging you to not screw up after this. PLEASE!

I've seen this scene eighty different ways from my dash, but hearing Sky tell Prapai to get bored with him quickly so he can move on while internally begging for Prapai not to get bored knowing what I know about his ex . . . it is salt in the wounds, poison in the wells, and the phone call from within the house. It is painful, deadly, and terrifying.

Prapai listening tentatively as Sky finally tells him what he actually likes to eat. Prapai responding with little tidbits he has learned about Sky along the way. Prapai giving shoulder kisses. Prapai asking about the ex. To quote RuPaul, "don't fuck it up"

Sig is the realest of all these boys, and I would give him the softest ear bites, the best thigh kisses, and the most amazing blowjob because that's what he deserves!

Prapai - Claim me. Own me. Mark me!

Sky - Gross.

While all of Payu's after scenes only made him look worse as he embraced the Manipulate-Mansplain-Malewife way into Rain's heart, all of Prapai's scenes make him seem like the biggest simp, and I am, once again, pleading for balance!

So now on to the next episo - - -

Wait a minute . . . I know this scene

This is where Sky gets in his head and distances himself, so Prapai breaks in and reads the journal. Oh no. Oh no no no.

*lays face first in a field of lavender*

I need liquor, ice, and a blender. They are all needed for different reasons. No, I will not elaborate.

[iknowicanbutwhy]

Puyo/Madou, meet ISAT. ISAT, meet Puyo/Madou. I'm sure you have everything in common and this is not at all a completely random crossover of my two current interests

[patron-saints]

the official beginner's guide to olizumi

so! you're a fan of fma or maybe a friend of mine, and you're interested in learning more about the relationship between olivier mira armstrong and izumi curtis! great, you've come to exactly the right place.

if it's been a while since you've seen fma:b, or if you've never seen it and don't mind watching some scenes from the final arc, i recommend getting started with my compilation:

(original video post here)

when i first watched fma:b back in march 2023, i thought i would manage to watch the entire thing without getting obsessed with a wlw ship. i was wrong. the second these two started interacting i immediately became enamored with the trust, respect, and intimacy that they share, and with the way they seemed to find in each other the same steely spirit, grit, and inner sense of self. their ability to communicate their philosophies, despite their differences, and listen to each other with ease and tenderness just. GOT ME. they got me.

get ready for SO MUCH MORE under the cut:

(i was lucky enough to have a chance to draw up a little list of most of my headcanons about them, which can be found here! the most important of which i'd say are that i write them as t4t, and olivier as a stone top!)

if you're convinced of their chemistry just from that, great, my job here is done! but if you don't believe me yet, or you want a little more, it would be my honor to point you in the direction of the first ever fic i wrote for them, "recognition." (tumblr post for chapter 1 here!)

"recognition" can best be described as a 4 chapter old woman yaoi where (almost) nothing happens and two milves fall in love. or if you like, sorry izumi, two very young women navigate the beginnings of a long distance relationship, polyamory, workaholism, and chronic illness. it is sickeningly fluffy, and to date the longest thing i've ever published.

it even comes with an illustration! @wlwsakura did THIS for me:

(original post here) which i will never be over not in one million years!

AND it also comes with a whole entire soundtrack, made by myself and my dearest friend @summerwoodsmoke! kinda a folksy gentle, very sappy vibe. i still listen to it all the time! alex picked some bangers tbh.

for the very first @fma-rareships event, i wrote two little ficlets set in the world of "recognition," which are here and here!

if you're keeping track so far, that's a compilation, a headcanon list, a fic(+ficlets), a commission, and a playlist. but wait, there's more!

so, okay, maybe 23k is too long for you. or maybe fluff isn't your thing. or maybe, somehow, you've made it through all that and you want more. not to worry. i have more.

just this week, i posted "bone deep" (tumblr post here), which is a 5k E rated omegaverse fic that's kind of like recognition on fastforward and if i didn't cut out the sex scenes. and if it was omegaverse. it's the first omega thing i've ever written, but i really wanted a chance to write more in depth about how i see olivier's stone identity, and weirdly this setting gave me the chance to do that!

and now we've covered everything i've made for them...so far. but i want to give a shout out to some others in the rarepairs mines with me, because i'm not the only one who care them!

@machinerismsx's fic "An Open Invitation" is genuinely incredible. it's hilariously funny (there's lines in there i still think about and giggle), and also like. super hot. we didn't know anything about each other's fic projects til after i posted "recognition," but we were stunned to realize we'd written a lot of the exact same plot points, including what i refer to as The Curtis-Armstrong Alliance.

you may have noticed that in my compilation, sig and alex also had like, off the charts chemistry. m and i noticed that too! so in both of our fics, while sig and izumi are still married, they are also each get an armstrong all to themselves, lol.

which brings me to @eggos-esper! my brother-in-arms who is out here as the reigning champ of sigalex! (& you can read the sigalex fic i wrote for him on ao3 here ((or see the tumblr post here!)))

but maybe you're nostalgic for youth. or you like epistolary fics. or maybe you, like me, are deeply obsessed with the miniep "tale of the teacher." if that's you, PLEASE PLEASE check out @baudleaires's fic "Notes from Briggs" it is the cutest thing on planet earth and it had me kicking and squealing the entire time.

maybe you want more art! there's more art!

@iztopher did this one for my birthday and it made me actually scream and then weep:

and @wlwsakura's first piece of them is what made me commission her in the first place:

it's still the photo for one of the groupchats i'm in. it rules.

also, while they're not on tumblr atm, i could not bear to make this list without acknowledging @chillingoose, who is one of my dearest friends and who has come up with some truly stunning things for olizumi as well.

and! and! also @littlebear1537! who loves briggs more than anyone else in the universe!

if i managed to miss anything, my olizumi tag is here! there's not a ton in it at the moment, but there are some jokes, like this one by @heavenlyshadowhunter:

:D

i would LOVE to add more to that tag by any means possible, so if you make anything for olizumi, PLEASE tag me in it! i am also going to work on setting up @olizumi as more of a proper archive too! (edit: i did it! it’s a real blog now!)

thank you so much for reading this incredibly long post, and for giving my girls a chance! <3!

[shkika]

Do you think moon was more like pebbles when she was first made? I remember sig talked about how most iterators were in a similar emo phase early in their life.

Oh yes absolutely I think it's adorable if Moon saw a little bit of her loong gone days in him. The grumpy syndrome is genetic.

Though I do think she was a slightly different flavor than Pebbles! I swear I've mentioned this before, but I think she was the type to be working all the time and be keen on not wasting any time for meaningless things. She wanted to be proper and responsible. Very focused on her task and all like a self- respecting iterator should.

Time did soften this big ol' pebble though and her experiences with her colony and fellow iterators changed her a lot to the kind, wise and patient Moonie we know and love now.

[inuyashaluver]

Love your fics could we get a Vicky losada one maybe they sign for brighton same day and they are together but both don't know they signed for brighton

what are you doing here?! - vicky losada

vicky losada x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend sign contracts at brighton & hove at the same time without telling the other

warnings: nothing i think, spanish in bold italics!!

a/n: hiya! hope you enjoy! thank you for the request!!

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you and your wife, vicky met in the spanish national team through your cousin, la reina (the queen) herself. you’re two years younger than alexia, she made an effort to take you under her wing and protect you with her entire being. so when you told the girl that you and one of her close friends started dating, she was furious, especially since she was the one that introduced the two of you to each other.

“prima (cousin)” she lets out an exasperated sigh, pinching her nose bridge as she looked at you and vicky holding hands with each other. you were gripping vicky’s hand so tight, she winced. “bebé (baby), that hurts” she whispers, “sorry” you whisper back, adjusting your grip slightly. “when did this happen?” alexia breathes out, finally gaining some composure.

“well, ale” vicky starts but quickly stops when her hand goes up, you pout at alexia for her protectiveness. “ale” you whine out, letting go of vicky’s hand with a squeeze to walk closer to your cousin. you hesitantly hold her hand, “it’s only recent, i promise, but it’s serious, i really like her” you give her your best puppy dog eyes, “i really like her too!” vicky quickly adds, alexia’s eyes trace your face for any trace of a lie, sighing when she sees you’re serious.

alexia bundles you up in her arms, “if she hurts you, i’ll kill her” she whispers in your ear, giving you a tight hug. she looks up at vicky, gesturing for a group hug, vicky smiles at the two, rushing over into the embrace. “you hurt my favourite prima (cousin), i’ll end you before you can say her first name” vicky nods knowingly, alexia was like a sister to you and she would do anything to respect that. alexia waves the both of you off, going back to training.

as soon as she left the room, vicky hoists you up on her torso, putting your back on the nearby wall and peppering your face with small kisses. you let out a happy laugh, vicky smiling into all her kisses, looking up at you adoringly. your eyes flicker between hers, both of you having blown out pupils. you lean down to close the gap, placing a sweet on her lips. she gently squeezes the bottom of your thighs, pressing you firmly onto the wall while she kisses you passionately.

“no kissing! training! now!” you hear alexia yell from outside the change room, vicky quickly puts you on the ground, straightening your jersey before she ushers you out, not wanting to fear the wrath of your cousin. she throws you a quick wink and a peck to your lips before turning you around and pushing you out of the door, gently squeezing your biceps as she walks past you to training.

—

the rest is history, you had been dating for over 7 years, vicky and you got married a little over 3 years ago. you were both so happy, a couple of times during your relationship, it was long distance but the two of you didn’t mind, you would travel long distances for each other for small visits, called each other everyday no matter where you were, it just worked, you both couldn’t explain it but it just worked.

you’d stayed at barcelona despite numerous club offers when vicky moved to manchester city and roma, supporting her unconditionally as she tried to find a club that felt like home. you were at alexia’s house with mapi and ingrid when you received a call from your wife.

“hello?”

“hi, pretty bebé (baby)” you could hear vicky’s smirk through the phone,

“hi, baby!” you say excitedly, excusing yourself from the three on the couch as they ushered you away.

“i wanted to ask your opinion about something” she lets out a sigh, rustling was heard through the phone, she sounds slightly stressed.

“of course, mi amor (my love)”

“i think i’m gonna move again” you perk up at that, you thought she was happy at her current club but clearly not.

“if that’s what you think you should do, amor (love), i say go for it” she hums at your words,

“where are you moving?”

“it’s a secret”

“ugh, just sign vic!” you say excitedly,

“woah! the enthusiasm from the wag is exactly what i wanted, i’ll accept them” you could hear her smile through her words,

“i’m the best wag, i know” she giggles at your words,

“yes you are cariño (dear)” she coos, smiling at hearing your small giggles.

“all right, mi amor (my love), i’ll let you go, i’ll call you in the morning?” vicky sighs happily,

“okay, hermosa (beautiful), i’ll talk to you tomorrow”

with the exchange of “i love you”, you end the call, walking back into the room where the three girls immediately tease you for your pink cheeks and bright smile.

—

the next day, you randomly got called by brighton & hove, they offered you an amazing contract, saying you would particularly enjoy it due to the people in the club. you were slightly confused by what they meant but nonetheless told them you would get back to them.

you talked to alexia about it, she honestly thought it was good for a change, you’d been at barcelona for a while, maybe this was what you needed. you decided to take the leap and accept the contract, they told you to come and officially sign next week.

you face time vicky to tell her the news, “hello, wife” she sings out with a bright smile, you can’t help but giggle at her.

“hello, mi amor (my love), i have news!” you exclaim, vicky makes a noise of surprise,

“wow, okay, bebé, lay it on me” you smile at her cheekily,

“i’m transferring” a blank face is prominent on her features, after a long pause of her just staring at you, she finally talks.

“you’re telling me, my lovely wife” she scoffs, “you are betraying your club, barca” she gasps mockingly,

“you betrayed them first!” you remark, “twice!”

“i know bebé, but you’re the barca princess” she laughs when you throw your head back with a groan, “la reina (the queen) actually told me to move” vicky’s eyes nearly pop out of her head, her mouth agape as she looks over your face.

“la reina (the queen) did what?” she exclaims,

“i know!” you match her energy, both of you breaking out into a fit of laughs, happy smiles gracing both of your faces.

“your prima (cousin) amazes me everyday” she exhales through her nose with a gentle shake of her head, “so, mi amor (my love), where are you going?” your wife asks excitedly, you smirk and give her a taste of her own medicine.

“it’s a secret, bebé (baby)” you shake your finger at her, tutting with a scoff

“amor (love), come on!” she whines but receives your stern expression instead.

“fine” she crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you through your phone screen.

“you’ll find out soon” you sing out teasingly, she can’t help but crack a smile.

the rest of the call was normal chatter about your days, talking about random topics until you ended up falling asleep. she smiles and screenshots the screen, “goodnight, amorcito (little love), i love you” she whispers softly, kissing her camera before hanging up and sending you a goodnight message.

—

the week had gone by, you flew down to brighton & hove to sign your contract. they directed you to a room in a long hallway, the signing process going quickly, a few photos taken for media. you were told you needed to go to another room down the hall, when you swung the door open, the one directly across opens at the same time. there stood your wife. time stood still in this moment.

both of you looked at each other, completely shocked. you couldn’t even move. both of you, mouth agape, took in each other’s appearances, “what are you doing here?!” you say at the same time, the staff behind the both of you break out into laughter, clearly not understanding your spanish but reading the situation perfectly.

you run towards the girl, she sweeps you into a bone crushing hug. she tucks her face in your neck, placing numerous kisses on the skin there. you hold onto her so tightly, scared she was going to leave you again. you pull away from her at arms length, looking into her eyes tearfully. she immediately wipes them away, “vida mía (my life)” she coos, kissing your cheek repeatedly with a bright smile, clearly holding back her tears but keeping herself contained.

you place a loving kiss on her lips, she grabs the back of your neck to deepen it. the staff had left the two of you to reunite, clearly the two of you were busy. she slips her tongue into your mouth, you can’t help but let out a whine into her mouth, slotting a hand through her hair and tugging it gently, to which she replies with a hum of satisfaction. she pulls away from you before you got carried away, cradling your face between her hands, “so beautiful” she whispers, you give her a shy smile “you’re so beautiful” you respond with a quick kiss.

“we’re playing together” you breathe out in disbelief, she pulls you into another tight hug, “we’re playing together” she mumbles into your neck.

you both get pulled for media, taking photos with your contracts and new jerseys. the power couple were finally playing with each other again, no one was more excited than you and vicky.

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losada_vicky: finally playing together again, i love my wife @/yourname

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yourname: finally!! love you, bebé (baby)

↳ losada_vicky: you’re so cute

↳ yourname: no you’re so cute!

alexiaputellas: a little too close there, losada.

↳ losada_vicky: sorry

↳ yourname: ale, vicky’s older than you

↳ alexiaputellas: are you seriously trying me right now?

↳ yourname: sorry

[luvo27]

Hi there! Have you considered: found family /platonic coffee shop AU? Becoming friends/siblings/family/pre-slash/secret fifth option with the peculiar regulars of the coffee shop?

Regardless of the route I'm excited to see you write a coffee shop AU! Love your writing ^^

oh my god thank you so much!! :DDD and i am definitely considering it now!!! im going to take a wild guess (50/50 shot!) and assume you know me from my batman fics, so i'll toss out some ideas that getting this prompted, for me later or if anyone might see this and is inspired and wants to take bits or pieces from one or more of these, including you if you want!!!

babs and cass coffee shop au: (babs pov) in which barbara notices a girl who keeps dumpster diving behind her favorite coffee shop and ends up helping cass with david cain problems, slow burn found family style with spy stuff and murder mystery!!

barista steph: (steph pov) in which steph works at a coffee shop instead of/adjacent to being spoiler (arthur is still cluemaster) and batman's one of the regulars (steph thinks he hates her, he respects her for her mad barista skills or more likely being one of the only people willing to make his crazy orders without hesitation,) angst and identity drama galore!! i think this is a robin steph origin story :))

bonus!! an arrowfam coffee shop au: (connor pov) barista connor who gives free treats to mia who stops by when she can and one day ollie comes in and connor recognizes him but ollie has no idea who he is (trying to figure out if it would be possible for connor to not recognize roy so he can be a regular that connor is friends with and talks about how he wants to find his bio dad with and neither roy nor ollie knows that the other goes to this coffee shop because i loveeee drama)

anyways, thank you so so so much for giving me an excuse to ramble!!! i love love love love love brainstorming and chatting about fic concepts and ideas, and if allowed i could talk probably forever!!!! i hope that one day (currently in wip mines) im able to get around to writing one of these!!

(if i was wrong and you actually know me from my d20 fics: barista adaine and i think kristen also works there and riz is a regular and fabian's the weird rich guy with insane coffee orders and whaatt are the guys from fig and the sig fics doing here?)

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: Free Day Thursday- Viper

Following the prompt from the poll: Haven finds out Jak isn't there for them. We pick up right after the boys fight Veger's robot in the mines and come up at the edge of New Haven.

"This place looks as bad as my old bedroom back home," Daxter scoffed. His keen eyes darted this way and that, looking for any sign of their fugitive.

"Jak! Over here!"

Jak tensed at Samos’s voice. He didn't sound surprised to see them. Onin might have warned him he was coming. Onin...she would be a problem if not dealt with. He'd have to consult with Damas about her.

When Samos called him again, sounding less sure of himself, Jak realized he hadn't reacted at all. Samos doubtless expected him to leap to attend him, as he had been thoroughly trained to do.

Did he want to blow his cover?

Hm. No. Not yet.

Jak turned on his heel and for a moment his heart leaped.

"Keira!"

Samos was forgotten as he rushed towards a shimmering wall that divided the waterfront from New Haven. A force field? Since when did Haven have force fields?! Jak made a note of it. Damas wanted reports; he was a captain now. He had power. That meant he needed to do things right.

"Jak!" Keira's entire face lit up. "I told you, Daddy. I told you I could feel his energy!"

She slapped her hand against the force field, ignoring the sting.

"You're alive-! Jak, I'm so sorry! I- I tried to get into the trial, they wouldn't let me in the building-! Or, or Tess, or Sig! They arrested us when we tried, didn't let us go until they'd taken you away!"

A warm glow spread through Jak's chest. Someone had fought for him. Keira had fought for him! And Tess, and Sig! In a city of vipers, he still had true friends.

Jak placed his own hand on the energy field, feeling the dull burn of its eco as he spread out his fingers over Keira's.

"Thank you," he whispered. "I don't blame you three. Not for any of it. Not for anything. I...I missed you."

Keira sniffled. "I missed you, too," she croaked, "What's it like out there? They say it's...it's nothing! That there's no way to survive! But you look-"

She cut herself off and blushed.

"What's really out there?"

Jak looked up at Daxter and smiled. Daxter nodded back. He didn't know what Jak was going to say, exactly. He'd never been a talker -- he'd really really never been a talker -- but Daxter had seen how proud of their new home Jak got. He couldn't help wanting to know what the big lug would say. Would he talk about the beach he loved so much? About Damas?

To his surprise, Jak only stared earnestly at Keira and whispered back, "Freedom."

Keira closed her eyes. "Freedom," she sighed. "I...thought I had that. Not so sure, now."

"That's why I came back."

Jak took a more guarded posture, casting his eyes about.

"I can help you. But I need your help, too."

Daxter opened the little communicator they'd stolen from the dead metalheads and retrofitted into a small holoprojector. The face of Thrax rotated above the plate, tattooed and scowling.

"You seen this guy?" he asked, waving the holo, "Name's Thrax. Real disreputable character."

Samos blinked at them in shock. "Jak, please, there isn't time! The passages under the palace, they must be terribly important!"

Jak spoke over him, raising his voice slightly. "He's a fugitive from justice. Wanted for treason. I'm under orders to bring him back, dead or alive."

"Under orders?"

Keira's face twisted with concern.

"Whose orders? Ashelin's?"

Daxter scoffed and slid down to sit more comfortably on Jak’s shoulder.

"As if! We have new friends. And they respect us! Heck, they actually like us!"

"And we respect them," Jak added, "So people trying to murder the man who saved my life don't get to walk away. Not from me."

Keira's jaw was tight. They both knew how she felt about him killing hu'men. One day, maybe she would let herself understand that it was no different from the enthralled Lurkers her father had sent Jak to kill when he was far, far too young to have blood on his hands. One day she would have to turn around and face that truth head-on. But Jak was beginning to understand at last that as long as Samos kept her within reach, it would be hard for her to slip the blinders off. It had taken exile for him to be free of his.

"I'll...I'll keep an eye out, and let you know if I see anyone like that." Keira swallowed hard. "It's been...I've been trying to get Veger's shield walls down. He cut Torn off from the city council hall, trapped him down on the waterfront. I think it's-"

Her voice trailed off, then, almost too quietly to hear,

"It's like...divide and conquer."

Anger hissed between Jak's teeth. "Of course it was Veger. He's had his hand in everything, hasn't he?"

He slammed his fist into the force field.

"He's the one who blew up the palace! Five hundred people dead, and for what?! So he could get to some catacombs underneath?!"

"And," Daxter said grimly, "so he could get the guy descended from the last ruler out of here. That guy is high on delusions of grandeur. Real heroes throw him off his groove."

"Catacombs?" Samos broke in, finally seeing a gap in the conversation that he could wedge himself into, "There must be something important down there for him to go to such lengths! Well, you're just going to have to find whatever it is before he does!"

"Oh I am, am I?" Jak asked.

Somehow Samos failed to hear the edge of danger in the boy's voice. He prattled on, patronizing as ever.

"Now, first you'll need to find another way into this section of the city. Take the sewers into the Port, then find a way north to reach us."

When the boys stayed still, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, it finally seemed to occur to the old man that he couldn't just give orders and expect them to be followed blindly anymore. With a touch of chagrin, he added, "And Jak...we're...sorry, for what happened. We should have stopped Veger."

"Yes." Jak turned his back. "You should have. Maybe you wouldn't have war on your doorstep if you'd acted."

"War?" Samos questioned, "With the metalheads?"

Daxter rolled his eyes. "Stumpy-boy, metalheads are about to be the least of your worries."

Jak took a few steps back, eyeing the buildings around him. Then he nodded to himself, got a running start, and launched up the side of the nearest row house.

Winds bless the guy in the youth barracks who'd taken the time to teach him free-running.

In no time at all he was on the roof with only a slight straining in his muscles to show for it. The shield wall only extended about a storey above them. Fair enough, they'd just have to follow the roofs to a higher building and cross from there.

Daxter flipped his goggles down over his eyes and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he scanned New Haven.

Pah. "New Haven". More like New Main Town. All he saw were the rich elite who had survived Veger dropping the palace on their high class district. Where were all the former inhabitants of the North Slum and Water Slum? Shoved into the ruined Main Town or crowded into the waterfront, he had no doubt.

"By the forges, I really hate this place," Jak whispered beside him.

"I don't blame ya, pal," said Daxter grimly. "Not even a little bit. C'mon, let's find Tess. If anyone knows how to find our guy, it's her."

Thrax could run. But there were only so many places he could hide.

Part Two planned for tomorrow

[recklesslycaffeinated]

hey i was wanting to write a fan fic but i haven't done one in years (it was BAD) i was wondering if you could give me a tip or two (I've also never posted anything on ao3 before just a heads up)

Confession time - this question is more than year old now.

I hang my head in shame.

The problem is, even after over 180,000 words written across three fanfics, I still feel like I'm not... qualified? To give any good advice. At least, nothing you wouldn't pick up from reading a metric ton of fanfic on A03 like I did before starting.

That being said, I'm feeling really, really guilty for not answering @arsonunderthedisco's question for so long, so here we go.

First of all, no fanfic is BAD.

I'm not sure what you thought was bad about it - but I've written more than a dozen fanfics which are just for me and they're delightful messy insert fanfics which I adore.

That being said, you'll be amazed at the readership of A03. So long as you tag your story correctly, you'll find your people. I did!

Writing

If you're talking about spelling/grammar/structure, welcome to the club. As any of my readers will tell you, my Dyslexic ass lets more than a few horrendous typos go out. I've started using Speechify to catch some of these mistakes and I 10/10 recommend it.

Conflict

Figure out the overarching, key conflict of your story you want to resolve by the end. That can be for all the characters or some of the characters. E.g. Nurse isn't brave enough to admit she loves the boys and truly commit to what that means. She has to either admit she loves them and dive in, accepting her life will never be normal, or walk away.

Each chapter set up a smaller goal or a desire of the character and by the end of the chapter, resolve or advance it. Bonus points if you can leave every chapter on a minor cliffhanger. E.g. Nurse wants to go to the funeral to pay respects to Sig and deal with her guilt. She does that (yay!), but gets into a row with Sans and now she has new guilt (boo).

Structure

Always have an outline. Even if you're a gardener who likes to let their characters dictate the story, HAVE AN OUTLINE. Or else you'll never know when the story you're trying to tell is finished.

That's why I broke up the boney brigade saga into different stories - I knew where I wanted the Nurse to be by the end of each section and it made more sense to turn them into two stories so it 'feels' complete.

Have fun!

If you're having fun writing it, your readers will know and be along for the write. Don't write drunk. Don't publish chapters when stressed. Don't write sad. Write sad things, but don't write sad. At least, don't send it out while sad before doing a re-edit.

Hope any of that helps and sorry it's taken me so damn long!

[silveme]

do u have any overwatch fic recs?

That’s actually cray that u ask that bc I was just thinking about some of my favs just now. Let me list some of the ones I can best remember at the moment. I’m not much of an avid overwatch fic reader unless if sigma is there in some capacity lol, so he’s in all of these

Old friend (it's alright) series by raging_nerd I read these ones a while ago and I remember really enjoying it. When I think of sigma centric fics that I like these are usually the first ones that come to mind. Actually, I might reread them after I collect the rest of these 🤔

Overwatch: Rehabilitation- Mei by overwatch-does-stuff This one’s old old but what a classic. I think about that damn mug conversation all the time. Crying now thanks.

Time, Space, and The Infinite Void by Cheeky_The_Monkey I’ve always thought the idea that Sigma and Tracer have similar side effects from their respective accidents is so cool

Oroboros by Orowyrm The BEST sigma and Ramattra fic imo. Sorry Mac, im praising this one again

Glory and Its Shadow by Havoka ALL of the Sombra and Sig fics from this author are really good and I implore you to check them all out, but this one in particular….its got a lil kick to it👌

The Contradiction by 4ndeka This fic is sooo cute I love it. Still patiently waiting for the final chapter lol

[thesharkbaitspellbook]

Sigyn

Norse Goddess Fidelity, Greif, Sharer or Burdens, Loyalty, Mothering, Gentle, Compassion, Mercy, Devotion

Intro

It probably doesn't come as a surprise that like many other deities in Norse myth, we know very little about Sigyn. We have one main story that includes her and really that's it. That story is referenced across sources so I have always taken that as it does play a major factor in her character. Throughout this breakdown, I will be marking where upg and spg inserts begin with her. And hopefully I get across how amazing Sigyn can be and what she can aid with, not just in my own praxis, but others as well.

To get a sneak peek before continuing to read I will say that Sigyn is very nice, gentle and comforting with that softer strength. Like, I don't know how else to summarize her. She's quieter and reserved as she balances Loki's boldness. A wonderful and loyal presence to those she cares for. She like the mom friend that is in your corner no matter what troubles you find yourself in. Sigyn is the grass we all need to touch sometimes. The gentle hand that runs across your forehead and tells you everything is going to be OK.

So let's go on a journey of exploration together 💚

Epistemology

There a little bit of a debate on what Sigyn's name actually means or what it stems from. The common interpretation right now is: "its first member Sig° would reflect a variant in composition of ON sigr ‘victory, battle’, the outcome of PGmc. segiz- ‘id.’ (Goth. sigis ‘νῖκος’, OE siġe) and PIE ség̑ʰ-es- ‘overcoming’ (Ved. sáhas- ‘violence, force’; PIE seg̑ʰ- ‘overcome’; cf. Ved. sáha-te ‘overcomes’); its second element °yn would be the outcome of earlier °vin ‘female friend’ (cf. ON vinr ‘[male] friend’), the reflex of PGmc. wenjō- ‘id.’ (PIE u̯enH- ‘love’; cf. Ved. vánas- ‘desire’, Lat. Venus ‘lovegoddess’). Sigyn (Sig-vin) would therefore either mean ‘victory-friend’ or be the feminine derivative of a masculine personal name Sig-vinr ‘victory-friend" … "On the strength of it, a new interpretation for Sígyn will be advanced, namely as the reflex of the weak stem of PIE sei̯k u̯ -én-ih2-/-n̥-i̯éh2- ‘she of the pouring’, a devī́- derivative of *sei̯k u̯ -eno- ‘pouring’ (: Ved. °sécana- ‘id.’), whose semantics would closely correspond to Sigyn’s main role in myth; exact and partial matches for this analysis may be identified in Ved. °sécanī- ‘pouring, pouring ladle’ (sei̯k u̯-én-ih2-) and in the Latinized C3ltic river-name and theonym Sēquana (sei̯k u̯-en-eh2-), respectively" From this paper

I like the second interpretation better as it follows Sigyn's character in myth more closely. But ultimately you can decide which fits best for you!

Kennings

Historical:

Wife of Loki

Delight of Loki’s Hall

Incantation-Fetter

Meinsvarra: "The cargo of the arms of the harm-woman"

Modern:

Lady of Staying Power

Lady of Unyielding Gentleness

Lady of the Unconquerable Heart

Mother of Narvi and Vali

North Star

Victory Woman

Lady of Loyalty

Loki’s Treasure

Devoted Mother

Lady of Endurance

Goddess of Constancy

Goddess of Victory

Goddess of the Heart

Goddess of Neglected Children

Goddess of Comfort

Healer to All

Mother to All

Beloved of Monsters

Balm for the Broken

Hearthkeeper of The Flame

Myths

Prose Edda: Gylfaginning [33, 50], Skáldskaparmál [1, 23, 30]

Poetic Edda: Voluspa [35], Lokasenna [64, 65]

The most famous appearance is this part of Loki's story:

"Then Skadi took a venomous serpent and fastened it up over him [Loki], so that the venom should drip from the serpent into his face. But Sigyn, his wife, stands near him and holds a basin under the venom-drops; and when the basin is full, she goes and pours out the venom, but in the meantime the venom drips into his face. Then he writhes against it with such force that all the earth trembles: ye call that 'earthquakes.' There he lies in bonds till the Weird of the Gods." -Gylfaginning, 50

Aspects and Relationships With Other Deities

Loyalty and Fidelity

Sigyn, in her stories, exudes loyalty to Loki. She stands by him in his most trying times. I think that is pretty obvious. But I want to talk about her marriage here.

UPG INCOMING: Regarding Loki Loki is a complex character that is largely misunderstood in some modern circles. (I won't dive into that here but… I can in a future post if that's wanted 😉 ) But Sigyn is mentioned in his kennings… often. Often enough for me to conclude she was important to them. Even with the titles like "Burden of Sigyn's Arms". It gives my the impression Loki fully appreciates and even might feel guilty for bringing that entire situation onto her. And keeping the label as a reminder to himself and others. And vice versa I think Sigyn truly cared and loved Loki simply due to standing by him when the rest of Aesir hated him. Divorce was an option for her (look at Njodr and Skadi). But she chose to stay. And I think that says a lot about her. I believe this tells us that she supports the many faces and sides to Loki, and understands that he has many roles to fill for different reasons. Sigyn provides the anchor to Loki. she provides a warm heart and open arms. She provides Loki the opportunity to raise children, to be a father, to be grounded. I love love LOVE the images of her being the softer, blushing, reserved person matched with Loki's boldness. Personal impact: I resonated a lot with this relationship in my personal life. I rave about my husband a lot because he is great lol but he is also kind of misunderstood and not always liked in a similar way to Loki. He can be loud in asserting himself (especially about me to others) and setting up boundaries, came from the oil field and can be vulgar, is a big body builder and brown which people perceive as "scary", can be angry and frustrated…. so I fully related to Sigyn loving and being devoted to a perceived "difficult" husband. Yet like her, I love my husband more than anything. Okay, this got sappy but you get it.

More UPG incoming: Regarding Loki and Angrboða I have never felt there was a relationship between Sigyn and Angrboða beyond a mutual respect. In modern terms, I see the three as a polycule. And this plays into the sentence I said earlier: "I believe this tells us that she supports the many faces and sides to Loki, and understands that he has many roles to fill for different reasons." Angrboða provides Loki something different but that he also needs. Sigyn knows and supports that. (Queen Queer Ally of Norse Mythology, For real! ) Without rambling too much I want to show the difference: Angrboða could not be more different from Sigyn, but is equally as important. Angrboða allows Loki to be a mother, a way for him to provide the world with things it needs most, care (Hel), hope (Fenrir) and protection (Jormy). Her relationship with Loki isn't what you would call conventional, but it isn't an affair, she isn't a mistress or a side piece. She is an equal in a 3 part equation. She is loving and caring, but in a very different way. She isn't the cuddle at home, watch a movie kinda gal like Sigyn would be. She's more the 'lets go get tequila and fuck shit up' kinda gal. Now some could and would say this isn't really important, and maybe they are right, but for some it is, Some of us grow out of that, but some of us need that. Which, I think, Loki does Personal Impact I wasn't going to touch on this but for sake of complete-ness, I will. It's not a secret I'm cis/het and want to be the best ally I fucking can be lol. Sigyn, honestly, has helped in that so so so much. Honestly I role model for me in that area. Granted we don't know a lot about her… but I feel that similarity in being the wife and accepting the person she loves with zero question or hesitation. idk I just really love that little insert. And not one I see talked about enough.

Mothering

It is only briefly mentioned that Sigyn and Loki had two sons. And due to the UPG above^^ she also has at least three polycule children. So, she was a mother and can be given this association rather easily.

UPG INCOMING Regarding her and Loki's children Look at these kennings: Devoted Mother, Goddess of the Heart, Goddess of Neglected Children, Goddess of Comfort, Mother to All, Beloved of Monsters, Hearth keeper of The Flame… This told me that collectively many could agree that Sigyn did care and probably helped care for Loki's other children with love and compassion. I've considered suggesting Sigyn as a good deity for someone like a foster parent, or parents looking to adopt because she just exudes this energy of willing to take in anyone that needs a home to go to. Just so caring despite everything she has had to endure. I admire that about her. Truly, think she is a good one to reach out to if you've struggled with a mother figure, or if you need a loving mother figure in your life. Personal Impact Unironically, both my pets were given to us by farms and people who did not want them. (can you believe my 90lb puppy was the runt of the litter??) Me and my husband took them in because honestly it was us or the pound and we couldn't let that happen when we knew we could make it work. Kinda what we are known for now lol After bringing Sigyn in to my hearthcult, I side eye that action as a nod to her.

Greif and Sharing of Burdens

In the stories, we see Sigyn lose her home, her sons killed, her polycule children ostracized and bound, and her husband tortured. I honestly can't imagine the grief Sigyn carries with her. She is known as the sharer of burdens because of the image around her holding the bowl up with her arms for Loki. She does so with seemingly no hesitation.

UPG INCOMING When I picture the scene of Sigyn holding the bowl over Loki, I see Sigyn with tear filled eyes and trying to hold it together after watching her sons be murdered and her husband in agony. And I personally think that sadness stays with her. But omg, to me that makes her seem like an incredibly strong as a woman. And that she is willing to be there and help others bear their hardships when they can't. I picture her as the one that will hold your hand and sit with you in the darkness simply so you aren't alone. And when you feel like you just can't keep going, she holds you up on her shoulder and helps you trudge the rest of the way. Even if you're both shedding tears as you do so. This is what I meant by "quieter strength". She is so strong without needing to show it through muscles or even words… Personal Impact Surprise, I have depression. And sometimes in life it is worse than others. Sigyn's strength honestly inspires me a lot. and helps me…. And even though I might have recognized it until recently, she's exactly what I hope to be. I want to help those around me not feel like I did/do. I can hold your hand if you need me to and be there when you just need a friend. Like, imagine Loki coming home from an adventure that he both started and finished and needing to just vent about it. Sigyn has that listening ear. I vent to her too over coffee lol.

Inner Child healing

With both of the above aspects I don't see why going to her for some inner child healing/ childhood healing isn't more common. Personally I think she'd be a great healer in that way (has been for me). This is where I place her a healing type. Literally heals with love and kindness.

Binding Magic

I bet you were not expecting that title lol. After everything I just said about how caring and wonderful Sigyn is… There is one very mysterious kenning of Loki thought to be about her in Eilífr Goðrúnarson’s Þórsdrápa, which is an early skaldic poem. Now, I am not a language expert and I am relying on others expertise here but "farmr arma hapts galdrs" : "burden of the arms of the captive of magic" or something like that, it’s a little difficult to unpack… this is the “incantation fetter” comes from. It’s not clear why this would refer to Sigyn. And it's likely due to some story lost to time. To add to this, another kenning given to Loki in Eilífr Goðrúnarson's Þórsdrápa is: The cargo of the arms of the harm-woman. Now some people associate this with Angrboda. However Falkes' translation comments that it actually might be in reference to Sigyn because as far as we know when referencing Loki being a burden to someone's arms, it implies Sigyn. Now, one very important thing to note is snorri, saxo, and other scribes writing down these stories had major biases… and a big thing they tried to do with varying degrees of success is erasing the magical traditions. I mention this because if Sigyn had some historical association to magic it was likely erased from the books. And that is an unfortunately reality for us heathens lol

UPG INCOMING Okay so realistically, how much can we get from a kenning that isn't even Sigyn's? Well, here's my little insert on it. As stated, I can heavily relate to a lot about Sigyn. So I can easily imagine with her love and devotion in her life… comes with protection of her own kind. "Binding magic" can be expressed in various ways but the one that stands out to me is binding someone in the way of like, freezer spells. where the idea is to bind someone temporarily to learn a lesson. Now, the "harm-woman"…. Honestly I think of hexes and baneful magics. If she had some some of binding idea attached to her, i don't see why a hex and other baneful working are out of the scope of probability. (A girl after my own heart, truly lol) I know when people come after my family I instantly think "no you need a time out." which is exactly what binding something can feel like. Could it have a more sinister background and could go deeper? sure. of course. But with the image of Sigyn being a gentle parent to me, I could see her using time out in more than one way lol

Correspondences

💚 Symbols: Bowl, Cup, North Star [I've seen this one around and honestly don't know where it came from, I like it as like a symbol of hope and guidance], Keys, Stars 💚 Colors: Green, Yellow, Browns, Grays, Pink 💚 Animals: Red Fox, Serpent (for me specifically yellow ones), Wolves, Does, Green Moths 💚 Misc Things: Pearls, Dolls, Stuffed Animals, Rose Quartz, Beads, String 💚 Offerings: Mead, Meat, Honey, Grain, Bread, Yogurt, Sheep Milk, Cheese, Apples, Sweets, Cakes, Chocolate, Sweet Wines

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 22: Ex Sex, Demon Blood, and Robot Limbs

The holidays came and went without much issue, took about a week for Carmen to adjust to walking again and even quicker to adjust to her new arms. M had holed himself back into his room for the most part, much to the teen siblings disappointment. They wanted to see how bad his jolly could get. But nonetheless his gifts were set by his door for him to collect. On HearthsWarming morning, the teens came down from their prepared rooms to find that the little humble decor that was previously put up had multiplied tenfold, the tree was almost overloaded with ornaments, a curved fortress wall of presents for every person in that HQ was sitting both under and around the tree, almost as high as the tree itself. Walls had boughs of holly, evergreen, ribbon and poinsettia flowers in a classic red green and gold motif. There were straw grass goats, menorahs, different species figurines caroling, candles of nearly every color that was specific to multiple different holidays. It was like every winter holiday exploded into a single room.

Blendin and Daring’s eyes went huge and their mouths were unable to shut for a very long time, they were so stunned. Carmen had gotten up early to start the massive amount of festive food and blinked as she sipped her coffee, leaning a little on Wally’s walking cane. “Well. That was expected. Looks like M couldnt contain it in his room this year.” The kids looked at her, “M DID THIS?!” Carmen nodded, sipping more coffee. “Mmhm. This is what I was warning you about. This is just the living room. See all this? Embody all this into a single person. Thats what he is dealing with. And he HATES it. Like a song you absolutely hate being stuck in your head only worse.”

Vasha and Drake came through the front door and stopped short, “M got loose? And we missed it??” 079 blipped up on the tv, which was decorated in tinsel garland much to the ai’s annoyance. “Yes, yes, the rude one spent all night like a cartoon whirlwind, I’m surprised no one woke up with the incessant caroling off key.” Soon everyone, other than M respectably, had seen the holiday explosion and marveled at the little personal details for each agent and family member. After a hefty breakfast of meats, waffles, pancakes, french toast and various danish and fruit, they all gathered for gifts. Predictably the kids got the majority of presents since it was their first winter season with family. “There no way we can bring all stuff this back to our dorms…” they both lamented. Asta shrugged, “Why not just split the stuff between here and there? Its not like you don’t have a place to stay right here. You can come and go as you please!” Blendin absolutely loved the idea while Daring was a little more apprehensive. She then noticed everything of hers had a gift receipt, to which Carmen nodded, “To show you that we didnt steal any gifts. I want you to trust us. Our honesty is one of our biggest gifts we have for you.” Daring smiled a bit, still torn. “Everything is so nice, and not just blindly given. All these things are all part of my interests..” she paused and it looked like she was looking for something to be mad about it all. But all she could muster was, “Well, I still think you’re up to something! Quit trying to prove me wrong!” And after muttering a sincere thank you, she proceeded to curl up on the sofa, getting a feel of her new phone and laptop complete with writing programs to make it easier to write and publish her works.

Lekir plopped a bow onto Carmen’s head and joking poked Wally, “Hey Stripes, Happy HearthsWarming, we upgraded your wife! With those augments from Sky and Sig, and the demon essence, she’s no longer a little squishy! She can actually take a hit now!” Carmen thought a moment. “So I got stronger, live longer, my appearance changed and I have fire powers. What about the new fangs and am I supposed to draw heat to make heat? Because I made something cold with one hand and something hot in the other earlier.”

Lekir raised an eyebrow and suddenly got onto the mare’s lap and started sticking her fingers into her muzzle to look at her teeth. “What do you mean cold? What fangs?" She looks closer into her mouth and quickly clasps her hands around her wife's snout, "FUCK! Okay... so good news and... not bad news!" Carmen blinks, confused, “Well you said I was only half demon now. What do you mean not ba- Ow…You mabe me bipe my tonge.. mmh, I hope I’m not venomous or poisonous. Because that would suck about now. Or am I a fire vampire?” Lekir baps her lightly and sits back down, debating about getting a chart and crayons.

“You’re not a fire vampire, you’re an idiot sandwich. But no, You don't inject anything... well you could but don't try it, you could possibly liquefy someone from the inside out or freeze them entirely while removing all the water in their body, essentially freeze drying them.” Carmen narrows her eyes, running her tongue over her teeth, “I dunno if I like that.” Lekir waves it off, “Its not really something you need to worry about, its more a conscious thing like you would need to choose to do it. So first off, don’t bite people. Ok, I told you about the pendant that had my brother's essence, right? My two brothers have different parents, but we each share one, I'll leave out all the details of that, that's not important!” She takes a deep breath and tries to figure out how to simply explain it. “So, back in Cador, my home world, Larquez is what we called a Harbinger. They are a being who has purified blood due to Ketsru blood, demon blood. Instead of it causing mixed bloods to create a lesser of the two parents like in your world, it instead enhances both or more to 100%, meaning you're 100% Jirvi, Ketsru, Vesk and... equine. None of your history is removed, just... more if itself. It's hard to explain, but the title should be a hint. You are much more than you ever were, and likely able to overwhelm me now... which means... WE CAN BE ROUGH WITH YOU!” Carmen squints her eyes suspiciously, “And you got all that from my hand being cold and hot and by looking at my new fangs?”

The Vesk shrugs, “If you were only part Jirvi, fire demon, you would not be able to switch from hot to cold. It would be just fire. And the fangs aren’t a Jirvi trait. But this does mean you can also shapeshift since you are a Cador Harbinger now.”

Carmen scratches her head, “I honestly dont think I’m Harbinger material.. I mean I probably wont use most of what you say I can do.. I’m just a little thief.”

Lekir wags her tail, “A little thief who can fight and win wars and not break when having the most intense sex of her life! I’m sure Ninoga and Kiros are gonna be thankful not to have to treat you like bone china anymore!” Carmen’s face got as red as her blouse, “I dont want to fight in wars or anything like that.. but the sex does sound pretty nice..” Daring exclaims out loud, “Omg! Can we NOT talk about my mom’s sex life?! Its fucking gross!! We are right here! We dont wanna hear about our parents fucking everyone under the sun! Right Blendin?!… Blendin?” Daring turns and sees her brother not even paying any attention as he had new headphones on and was fully engrossed in playing a new handheld video game.

Lekir snickers and pats Carmen on the thigh, “Don’t worry, you’re now able to survive the gravity and atmosphere of Cador, I can bring you there and there’s a few Harbingers there that can teach you how to control your new powers. We can go starting next month if you wish. Maybe take a few weeks off or something. I’ll get to show you around.” Wally grins, “Wow, that is a lot to kinda sink in. So she is technically a main character now, not just the odd one out! Like an anime!!” Blendin looks up, moving his headphones, “Someone say anime??” Daring just gives a slow turn look at him, “You heard THAT but not all the other stuff?!” He blinks, “What other stuff?”

After cleaning up the wrappings and ribbons, there was a modest feast complete with desserts, to which after was the mountain of dishes that took nearly three days to clean completely down to the last fork. Luckily by then all the leftovers were already devoured and enjoyed, the wine cellar had never looked as empty in quite a while.

Soon it was the middle of the first month of the new year, the kids went back to their dorms and M stumbled out of his room all haggard and hungover. The HQ had been cleared of holiday swag and was back to its normal decor for at least a week or two. He made his way to the kitchen to brew some deathwish coffee, black, no sugar, no cream. From in the very large walk in pantry, the entrance to the wine cellar glowed blue and Skyggja and Drake were hauling stacks of crates of different liquors and spirits on dollies, trying to replenish the inventory that was consumed over the holidays. “Hey its the sleeping snow angel, awake from its nap!” Drake chuckled as M leaned against the pantry door, his response was just a deep growly groan as he sipped the coffee. His somewhat tattered teal and blue insect wings twitched a bit but his tentacles were still tucked in, not shown. His long slender and brushlike tail swayed with slight growing annoyance as he watched more crates get stored.

“Where’s Red?” He grumped, Skyggja raising an eyebrow, holding a crate for a moment. “Well aren’t you your bright and festive self. This must be you normally from what I’ve heard. Carmen is upstairs with Sig, she wanted to discuss possible add-ons to her hands. I think she thinking about storing lock-picks or something in there. Which is really easy to do. We just need to make sure her new superpowers dont interfere with the system or components.” M scratched his head with one eye closed, “New Superpowers? I thought I heard something about her only having fire.. ain’t yer stuff fireproof or some shit?” Skyggja set down the crate and put her hands on her hips, “Didn’t anyone update you yet?” M grumbled, “Yer the first two souls I’ve seen since waking the fuck up. I haven’t even looked at the fuckin calendar yet.” His face showed how much of a hangover he had, even his cheeks had a tinge of queazy green. “Oh, well Lekir can fill you in with details but the shortcut version is that the essence made her more than fire but rather she won the lottery and got like three other bloods? Something confusing but she’s considered a Harbinger now and has new added strength and other things. Like you could slam a metal chair against her back and she’s just look at you, not budging.” M smacked his lips and sighed, looking into his drink. “Well la-dee-fuckin-dah. Looks like I’ll need to find a Vesk and do some fucking homework. As long as nothing fucking changed her into someone she’s not..Then I’d have a fuckin problem.”

Drake chuckled, “Oh, no, she’s her usual stubborn self, just dealing with a lot changes. Rightfully so. She says she’s taking it stride but I’ve heard her break down behind closed doors once or twice. Its gonna take a bit for her to get over what happened.” M hmmed in return and turned to walk away but paused and looked at the glowing doorway, taking a sip. “Hm. Maybe I’ll work on the C5 doorway later. We do have that interdimensional item transporter just sitting in the mech lab. I bet I can access the fuckin multiverse if I connect the ley doors and Chronoskimmer to it.” He muttered. Skyggja stacked more crates, just about finished, “Just make sure you run it past me, I don’t want any funny business running through the system. I don’t need that goofy ass Dogma Metatron digital wanna-be nagging me for something I had no clue about!” M waved his hand, “Yeh, yeh..” and proceeded to talk a walk outside by the perimeter.

He strolled the beach and stood watching the waves for a few moments before he noticed a small boat that was dragged ashore. Looks like its been there possibly an hour with how the tide was currently. His gaze wandered up towards the gardens and saw a small moving patch of electric blue hair. Cracking his neck, he magically sent (a power that he called shadowing to summon or send away items from a short distance) his cup back to the kitchen with a small puff of toxic green flame and smoke and straightened his half open button down shirt, tucking it into his pants. He silently made his way to the intruder. An extremely slender dark balance changeling female, same body color and tail shape as M, but her hair was that electric fiberoptic looking blue hair in a half shaved/ shoulder length droopy mohawk style that he had seen from the beach and her eyes, segmented and gradient like his, only in red and yellow. She was crouching behind the bushes, taking account of the security cameras. Deciding to mess with her, he crouches down near her, rubbing his chin and whispers, “Do you think they’ll notice us?” Her long ears perked up as her eyes grew wide, whipping her head towards him. It took her a minute before squealing with delight, “Oh em gee!! Skaedfryd!! I didn’t know you were here! Were you assigned here too?! We can work together!!” She flung herself at him hard, tackling him and planting her lips upon his. He pushed her off his lips and leaned up on his elbows as she stayed straddling his hips. He wiped his muzzle with his sleeve.

Assigned? What was her game? M recognized the changeling as his ex from 200 or so years back. “Uh, yeh, I’ve been posted here for a while. Why are you here?” She flitted her little red and orange wings, shimmying her shoulders, “I got hired by this big shot no name contractor to put a hit on the red lady in there! Who hired you?” His ears dipped back as he narrowed his eyes, dropping the playful act, “I was hired by the red lady in there. I’m part of her fuckin security.” She shimmied again, grinding her hips, “Oh so a secret inside hit job then? You were always the best cause of death in our generation~” she practically moaned at him. She ran her fingers over his chest, slipping into his shirt, licking her lips. He sighed in annoyance and dropped his head back. “No, you fucking dumb bitch. I mean I am literally her protector. I don’t kill. I found something better to put my talents toward.”

This was news to her and her mood switched on a dime, “So you mean to tell me this cunty unicorn basically pussy-whipped you into submission? What the actual fuck? You were so sexy back when you were covered in blood, pieces of corpse littering the ground, your claws ripping through muscle and sinew like a hot knife through butter~” she got sidetracked again and started to grind again. She stopped and looked down, “Why arent you getting hard?” He growled, “Because I dont fucking like you, you annoy the piss outta me and I want you to get off of me.” Its not like he couldn’t just toss her, but he gave her a chance to move on her own. She leans forward, brushing some hair behind her ear, moaning, “Thats not what you said two hundred years ago~ As I recall, you used my horns like handle bars to bend my back in such a twisted way~ Ooohm, makes me wet just remembering!~” His eyes glowed as he picked her up with his tentacles and got to his feet, dusting himself off. She, on the other-hand, seemed to be in near orgasm just by the thought of being handled by tentacles. “For fuck sakes, get a fuckin hold of yerself!” He simply tossed her into a bush and shuddered. “Crazy ass bitch, get off our island and report back to yer boss that you failed. Fuck, you’re so fuckin one track minded. I’m goin back to work. Fuck this shit.”

She watched him stalk away but then hurried after him, she had shifted from her navy blue catsuit, to a baby blue pleated short skirt, a low cut light purple crop tank top and baby pink leg warmers and light green fishnet elbow length fingerless gloves. She whipped a vine around his ankles and swept him off his feet so he dangled upside down face to face to her, her smile to his grimace. “See? I turned that frowny frown upside down! We should totally sixty-nine like this sometime~” M nods, “Oh sure, how about the Tuesday after never, which is a week after Fuck off!” She laughed “You’re so funny! Now come on, you can tell me all the little details on this little chicky’s weaknesses~ I need to hurry and get this job done so I can do my nails. They’re gonna look sooo good around your cock… and scratching down your back as you take me, mmmhf!~” she squirmed as she stood in front of him, he was still upside down and quickly losing patience. He had learned to be extra cautious of his actions during his hangover, he had a bad habit of overreacting greatly. Things that normally make him quickly explode now brings him to a slow rumbling boil before going all out.

“So yer saying that you need a good fucking, right? You want me to rail you till you cant walk right for weeks, fill you up with my juices and make you my little sex pet, is that it?” He softened his tone to a low sexual growl, making her legs tremble just from listening to him. “Oooh fuck yes!!” She begged, letting him down to stand on his own. He caressed the back of her neck with surprising gentleness with his hand, the other sliding around the small of her back. He twisted her so she had her back to him as he pressed against her, his hand almost cupping her chin upwards as the other explored her front, his muzzle kissing and nipping her neck hungrily as she practically melted in his grasp. She writhed and moaned, he stroked her nethers just barely. She couldnt see his eyes but they were twitching in disgust. His hand wanted to recoil from feeling how drenched she was.

He removed his hands and grasped hers together behind her back, shadowing a pair of Carmen’s handcuffs and locking them in place before pushing her to the ground, face down, ass up. “Oohhh fuck! If I known you were going to be this kinky, I would have brought toys!! Aaahhhnnn~” she wriggled her ass as he got close behind her, he could feel her grinding, he reached and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, “I always knew you were such a bad girl. You really want me to stick it deep, dont you? You want to feel every single inch…” she cried out and begged, her body already trembling in wanton anticipation. “Oh god yes!! Give it to me!!” He straightened up and shadowed Lekir’s spear into his grip and thrust it into her back by her shoulders and pushed it all the way through deep into the ground. The changeling mare screeched and her two vines whipped out by her wings, trying to attack him. Effortlessly, he catches both and pulls them taught, using a large folded pocketknife to slice them off by the base. She writhed and attempted to reach the spear but the way he had her positioned and bound, she didnt have proper movement nor leverage strength to rescue herself. “What the FUCK?! That shit is cold like ice!! Let me up! Skaedfryd!! I’m gonna kill you for this!!”

She, like M, was not so easily disposed or destroyed by a simple spear to the body. For good measure, he hammered the end a little bit to make sure it didnt move. He picked up the severed now-wilted vines and wiped his face with his sleeve, groaning. “Maybe now you’ll take the hint and fuckin leave.” He got halfway the path when Lekir starts coming towards him, “Where is it, bug boy? I know you took my spear! And Carmen’s cuffs. Only you have this green flamey smoky magic. I’ll have you know I was in the middle of- is that..? what is doing over there?” He looked over his shoulder at the struggling ex and shrugged. “I needed it for gardening, ya know, just doing some trimming, getting rid of some pesky horny weeds.” He tosses the vines into the compost heap and puts the knife back into his pocket.

The Vesk narrowed her eyes and looked at M’s supposed victim. “Right. Gardening.. well, you seem busy, I’ll leave you to… whatever that is. By the way, you got a bit of something there..” she gestured to a sizable wet spot on the front of his pants. “FOR FUCK SAKE I JUST WASHED THESE! YOU DAMN HORNY ASS BITCH!” He stormed off towards the HQ, “Whatever, you deal with her, put her inside an iceberg to sink the titanic for all I care. God damn stupid crazy ass bitch…” Lekir just observed the struggling ex for a moment before joining him inside the mansion, ignoring the stream of obscenities.

[pookapufferfish]

I wanna ramble about my rain world au so I am gonna do a very long ramble under the cut

This turned out quiet long but I had fun spending an hour and a bit writing this

So firstly, I am gonna officially name my au the Rough Stuff au.

I'm gonna start at the beginning of the timeline with Spearmaster. Like canon, Spears visited Pebbles and gave him the instructions that led to Pebbles rot. And during Spearmasters second visit to Pebbles the pearl gets ripped out and all that.

In my au Suns showed not much affection to Spears until halfway on the second trip. Spears took longer to get home after having the pearl ripped out. Moon tried helping Spears with the pain slightly but it never healed probably and left a scar. When Spears got back to Suns, Suns already thought Spears had died due to how much time had passed. Suns helps Spears usually on bad pain days if Rivulet and Hunter aren't around.

Spears doesn't like Pebbles very much since it was a very scary moment. Spears respects Suns and hasn't messed with Suns and Pebbles relationship, but Spears still glares at Pebbles whenever seeing him.

Next Arti. She lost her kids in the same scenario as canon. But her kids are still part of the cycle and come back, but they are all separated from eachother. Arti initially doesn't crave vengeance and just wants her kids, but as her search becomes hopeless and she cannot find her children she becomes enraged.

She goes on to kill many scavengers. She never really gets to the scav king but she does scare the scavenger population off of Pebbles. She stays with Pebbles as she sees him as a pup. She over time forgets how her pups used to look like, and her memory replaces her pups with ones that look like Pebbles.

Her pups are found by other slugcats and will be explained in those slugcat stories. But basically even if Arti saw her pups now she would not recognise them.

Hunter time. So Hunter was made and raised by Sig in a short time. Sig made Hunter to save Moon. Hunter showed no signs of Rot until the journey to Moon had already started. Hunter pushed though and decided to complete the journey.

After Hunter completed their quest they decided to stay around Pebbles for a while and met with Arti. The two got into a relationship but broke it off. Arti was still enraged with the scavengers and Hunter was still very ill. Hunter makes it back to Sig with assistance from Arti and Rivulet. Rivulet has not met Moon or Pebbles at this point and is just a friendly slugcat. Rivulet has only met Spears and Enot at this point.

Hunter gets fixed up by Sig. Sig tries their best but Hunter kinda has to permanently live with the rot, but it is more manageable. Sometimes the rot tries taking over and Hunter has seizures. But Hunter is in a more stable condition.

Gourmand, This is fun. So Gourm is the oldest slugcat in the slugcat colony. Gourmand acts as a uncle to all the pups in the colony and assists most parent slugcats. Gourmand goes on the journey to find more food and land to help the colony.

During this journey Gourm finds one of Arti's pups and takes them in. The pup grows up and is a good member of the colony.

Gourmand likes visiting Pebbles since Pebbles looks lonely. Gourmand is very smart and can usually understand a lot of what Pebbles is saying. Pebbles doesn't say it but he enjoys the company of Gourm.

Gourmand like providing for others and is basically a dad friend. After Gourm met Riv they became best friends and love talking to eachother.

Next is Surv and Monk. The story for them begins a bit before their campaigns. When Surv and Monk were little baby pups their parents located one of Arti's pups. They adopted the pup and it became Surv and Monk's third sibling.

When Surv fell and got separated Monk followed. The third didn't follow due to having separation issues and wanting to be their for their parents.

Surv and Monk have pretty basic stories, the don't have much change from canon. They both make it home. In this au the slugcat colony is still there and they both are welcomed home and are happy.

Rivulet time! Rivulet is a wild slugcat who travelled alone before meeting the others. Riv knows Enot because they are cousins.

Riv met Spearmaster first. They were awkward when first meeting due to Spearmaster not being able to speak or understand Riv.

Suns gave Riv the mark and helped Spears talk to Riv and helped teach Riv a bit of sign.

Riv liked joining Spears on messaging journeys and sometimes helped Suns delivering messages to Sig because Spears was in pain. This is how Riv met Hunter and Arti.

Riv likes helping others but forgets to take care of themself. Riv has self image issues and anxiety. Riv sometimes has episodes where they feel like they have to be useful or else nobody will want them around.

Rivulet also gets reckless and sometimes will get injured and say nothing because they don't want to be a bother.

Rivulet wants to be seen as fun, strong and reliable. They hate feeling weak.

Spearmaster and Hunter try to help Rivulet out of this mindset whenever they find out Riv is hiding pain.

Saint. Saint is a strange scug. Saint was made by Sliver and is partly echo. Saint was raised with no love or affection and was taught this is normal. Saint believes that everyone and everything wants to ascend and that they are doing everyone a favour by ascending them.

Saint sees life as meaningless and is quite blunt with what they say. Saint asks many questions when meeting the other slugcats because they confuse Saint.

Saint doesn't understand why all the Slugcats want to live. Gourmand especially confuses Saint.

Gourmand convinces Saint that life has purpose and tries teaching Saint to live. Saint is close to Gourmand and becomes close friends with Gourm. Sometimes Saint relapses and believes they must ascend everything but Gourm is usually able to calm down Saint or is able to knock out Saint in worst case scenarios.

Saints worst incident was seeing the rot on Hunter and attempting to ascend Hunter to "stop their pain." Hunter survived the ordeal but Gourm had to knock out Saint.

Gourm and Saint usually have to be together to stop future incidents. Saint helps Gourmand babysit.

Nightcat is fun but not much. Nightcat isn't truly a normal slugcat. Nightcat was once a part of the night sky. Nightcat would wonder the land when it was night. They were close to members of the slugcat colony who were nocturnal.

After meeting Surv and Enot, Night fell in love. Night hid the fact of being part of the night sky for a long time but being in a relationship eventually meant it was revealed.

Through their love Night split from the night sky and was able to join their partners in the slugcat colony.

Night is a bit secretive and shy around new people but is very affectionate to those close to them.

Enot, my weird scug. Enot isn't a big flirt or a hopeless romantic. Enot is a slugcat who like rivulet is anxious and has self image issues. Enot hides behind jokes and being flirtatious. Enot is very loyal to Surv and Night.

Enot is clumsy and loud. They worry about being annoying or out of line so they overplay it so that it hurts less when people dislike them. Surv and Night showed Enot so much kindness that they actually got really quiet and emotional.

Enot loves being around friends and joking around. Enot also enjoys swimming.

Enot's egg is actually a rock that they hold and use like an otter does. They love the egg and it is a comfort object for them, they like fidgeting with it.

Anyways if you have any more questions just send me an ask. I skipped a lot in this. This is kinda just a thing on how some relationships formed or how some scugs met, or fun facts I have not shared before.

If you read this all you are a legend :)

Thanks for reading.

[celticcrossanon]

Ah Celta. These so called Wales fans have gone crazy crazy. There are some who support eom3n soccer and they are eating their tails about William not going to the lionesss play. They cite Anne visiting Canada on the QT earlier this year, so they don’t see why William can’t go. Where to begin?

No offence to Anne’s fans but where is Anne on the popularity scale to William? I know she works hard and is respected etc, but seriously, there is no comparison. He’s the heir, one of the most popular, and there are big security concerns. Not to mention I suspect this visit has to cleared by the FO, and we sure as heck don’t know if Charles will approve of such a flying visit, literally. He’s a counsellor of state, and Charles may not approve of his visit. Who the heck knows anymore? But these so called Wales fans are behaving more like Charles Stan’s IMO. People are really showing their true colours.

All this argi bargi started as soon as the lionesses won. The minute I tell you. Disgusting.

Hi AnonymousRetired,

I saw the same argument starting even before the semi finals, as 'what if' speculation. My opinion on it is as follows:

Having William fly in, watch the FIFA World Cup Final, and fly out would be a public relations disaster. Such behaviour would clearly give the message that all he cares about is England, and not the Commonwealth realms.

Australia (a Commonwealth realm) and New Zealand (a Commonwealth realm) are co-hosting the World Cup. Both of these countries have William as the heir to their Head of State. He is our future King.

With respect to Australia, we have not seen William or Charles on tour for quite a few years, despite noises made to the contrary. We haven't seen Prince William since 2014 in Australia, and King Charles's last visit was to attend the Commonwealth games, not a proper tour of the country, in 2018. His last proper tour of Australia was 2015. Our last royal tour was the disaster that was Harry and Meghan inflicting themselves upon us, and we haven't had anything since to remove that bad taste from our mouths.

The sentiment for a Republic is strong and growing stronger in Australia, especially as the current government supports that idea.

We have had covid, which cancelled a tour, and then a coronation, and there has been nothing in the way of our new Head of State or his heir coming to visit us. Nothing. People are feeling that our Head of State simply does not care about us, as for all his fine words his actions say quite clearly that we are not important enough for him to visit. Germany is, but we are not. So, quite a few hurt feelings from people who expected to at least be acknowledged in some way by their new Head of State.

Now, into this mess, throw sports. We know that William supports England over the other realms of which he is the heir. It's not pleasant to have him cheering against you, but we know that he does and it is accepted. However, IG posts or tweets are one thing. Having him fly into the country, support a rival team that just defeated us, and then fly out again, is quite another. That would be rubbing it in our faces that he doesn't give two hoots about Australia or New Zealand (which he wouldn't even visit), and that would definitely feed into the growing republican sentiment.

Then there is the travel factor. It is a long way from the UK to this part of the world. To spend all that money and resources and carbon pollution just to watch a game that he can see perfectly well on TV at home - well, it's not a good look for the founder of Earthshot at all, let along giving off 'entitled rich ponce' vibes.

If William (and Catherine, and the kids) had wanted to be present at the FIFA World Cups games, regardless of who won and who lost, then it should have been planned as part of a 2-3 week tour of Australia and New Zealand. We would all love to see him and his children again, especially George, who won our hearts as a baby. Come over here, bring the children, visit the sights, meet and greet people, and attend a few matches as part of the tour - one where England is playing, one where Australia is playing, and one where New Zealand is playing. Attend at least one match in Australia and at least one match in New Zealand. That would be fair and it would show support for us as a country. If he was charming enough, he might even get people cheering for England with him.

A tour with a few FIFA games included would have been wonderful. Flying in and out just to cheer for England is the opposite.

TL;DR: Having William fly in, watch the finals and fly out would be a disaster for the relationship between Australia and its Head of State and his heir. William staying in England and watching the match on TV is far better for the relationship.

Edited for typos (I bet I still missed some).

[innocence-wont-save-you]

Innocence Won't Save You: A Promo Post

Summoning all Innocence likers /hj

Innocence Won't Save You is an interactive fiction game centered around our beloved Unparalleled Innocence. It's an off the string story, focusing largely on them exploring what it means to live and love amid their sense of identity shifting as they continue on their journey, as well as learning how to navigate the messy sea of grief and loss. Some major things about this story include:

Deltarune-esque in how Innocence as a character is handled

lots and lots of OC lore to uncover

tons of worldbuilding in many aspects

extensive exploration of the local group and the relationships they have

ask blog features that tie into the game

And way, way more than that! IWSY will have at least 200k words by the time it's done, and most likely it'll be longer than that. I'm looking for more players (there's just one right now :( solaris-owl I value you deeply), because the story can't be told just by me! This is a collaborative project, intended to be both a story and a game.

If this sounds interesting, there's more detailed information under the cut:

IWSY came to be a thing as I was thinking about why Innocence would share pictures of Pebbles' rot like that to begin with. It's since grown into a multi-layered story that is about grief, loss, love, joy, and hope. It has an extensive cast, featuring many original characters that help flesh out Innocence as a character, as well as all members of their local group. The story delves deep into Innocence as a person, how they came to be who they are now, what they've been through in the past, and who they will become as they keep moving forward in this world.

Some major features of IWSY include:

Deltarune-esque character handling - Innocence is, very explicitly, their own person. If you've ever played Deltarune, you'll know that Kris is a person before they are a video game protagonist, and sometimes they will actively revoke control from you because of that. IWSY has some similar elements. You're playing this game with them, not as them.

Deep OC lore - there are many original characters featured in IWSY! There are seven main OCs, all of whom have already been mentioned at the current point of this story. There is a lot of history to uncover with these characters, especially around why Innocence feels the way they do about them now. This also comes with many logs with these characters interacting prior to the events of IWSY!

Exploration of the local group - besides OCs, there is also extensive exploration of the members of the local group (ie Moon, Wind, Sig, Pebbles and Innocence; Suns is not part of the local group in IWSY, though they do appear in logs!). IWSY goes into depth about Innocence's relationship with each of their siblings, and also showcases the relationships they have with each other, in particular Pebbles and Suns, Pebbles and Moon, and Wind and Sig.

Worldbuilding on fauna, flora, ancients and iterators - there's a lot of worldbuilding of all things Innocence encounters on their journey, whether the worldbuilding is relevant to the plot or not! The data files include entries about fauna and flora respectively, particularly regarding creatures that are exclusive to IWSY! The data files for these work somewhat like a bestiary for what Innocence has come across. The story itself also details aspects of ancient culture and architecture and information about iterators. Some current examples include pre-Void Fluid revolution temples and notes about iterator generations.

Iterator specbio - related to the last point, because I am a huge nerd, there is also extensive worldbuilding on the biology of iterators, particularly when Innocence enters the respective superstructures of their siblings' cans. It's not presented as neatly as the flora and fauna posts, but it is there, I promise.

Askblog elements - the IWSY blog also functions somewhat like an askblog! Beyond the ask box being a means for people to submit actions anonymously, you may also ask Innocence anything, much like other askblogs! Certain questions may also tie into the story, so be careful about what you ask :)

Deep exploration of Innocence as a character - and last but not least, Innocence themself. IWSY as a whole examines every little facet of them as a person, why they choose to do what they do, laying out all their fears, all of what makes them angry and what makes them grieve. If you also like stories that explore Innocence as a person beyond just branding them as an asshole, IWSY might interest you! Truthfully though, Innocence is much harder to pin down as 'justified' or 'asshole.' They are, like everyone else, a deeply complex individual.

Beyond that, IWSY is designed to be both a story and a game, as mentioned above. It is interactive fiction and run as such; the actions are actions, and I, as the writer, don't know everything that's going to happen either. I have a general plot structure, but between the major plot points of what needs to happen for the story to progress, I'm just as in the dark about what will happen next as everyone else. I also do actually roll dice for chance based actions, and there are several non-action events that are also chance based. Whether something succeeds or not is not always up to me. It was also a very conscious choice to run IWSY on Tumblr, where I'm using its interface to support the game. It's designed to co-opt Tumblr's features for game functions.

But, again, it's also a story, a long, complex one that cannot be told alone. It simply would not be the same story if I went back to writing it like your average fanfiction. Some story beats of IWSY need it to be run in this format. Even then, it's projected to be a very long story—one of my longest ever, actually. At the rate that IWSY is going at currently, it'll easily hit 200k words by the time the whole story is complete, and I expect it'll inch closer to 250k and maybe even 300k. I've got a lot of ideas, I just need more players to help me get there.

Outside of that however, there are a number of warnings for IWSY. Because of the way IWSY is designed, it has some psych horror and unreality elements. Some of the story is intended to make you uncomfortable and maybe horrify you. IWSY is also intended to be a tragedy. There's also:

extensive discussion of grief and the process of grieving. This is a very major part of IWSY, and I won't be holding back on the severity of what Innocence feels.

violence and gore beyond the scope of canon. There will be blood and viscera. Explosions will rip bodies apart.

death, just generally. Creatures will die, and Innocence will be thinking about it a lot.

body horror, mostly due to rot though.

discussion of mental health issues, in a variety of aspects.

discussion of physical health issues. Innocence is going to get injured, and honestly, none of their siblings are in great shape at this point in time.

Please be careful when engaging with IWSY. It's a dark story, and it's not always a happy one, but there is a lot of hope and joy to be found despite all their grief and rage. Things may not ever be the same, but Innocence will find a way to be happy again regardless. They just need a little help to get there.

The story is currently in Scene 10 as of writing this post. If you're interested but are daunted by how much of the story there already is, I have typed up summaries of all scenes so far, which is helpful for getting up to speed on where the story is at currently! The tag #innocence won't save you also has all the scenes and status updates thus far, and on AO3, there is a cleaned up, edited and more up to date version of the story.

I really care about this story, and I hope to share it with more people. It'd mean a lot to me if you came over and engaged in the game as well. It's an ambitious project, but I want to see it through.

Alsoooo if you come over you get great moments such as Innocence Fucking Dies, illustrated below by my good friend @transgenderfivepebbles:

[id in alt text]

Come play the game to see more of Innocence eating shit 👍

[blackmuirreigncontinuation]

The Blackmuir Reign: Chapter 24 

CW: Interrogation, bad caretaking, injuries made in interrogation, execution mention, extortion

Due to the tireless work of the knights and indentured servants of the lords, Therrin, and a few carefully-select nobles were safely able to move back into their castle rooms, and out of the grassy tents. 

Despite this, Therrin had found no sleep that night, nor had Saxon, who had been sitting in a guest room with a guard stationed outside. It was funny, in a humorless sort of way, that the countless nights Therrin had slept in Saxon’s bed, the nights he put all of his love and trust into the man, had now transitioned to Therrin not even being able to reciprocate the favor. 

He had the power now, more power, than even the Osier family had over him. He held the crown, not some royal title and shipyard, but everything. He felt the flames of power once more rise up, but the water of his own irresponsibility dulled them.

He had lost Matteo.

He had the key of peace between his captors, and his crown. And he lost it.

More than that, he had Matteo. The boy whom he once hated, and yet now would do anything to protect. And he lost him.

The feeling in his belly shifted, twisting to an undistinguishable rage. 

He would find whoever took Matteo, and he would make them suffer. The noose would be too good for them. His nails had bent, nearly ripping the fluffing of his bedsheets. Fuck, he needed to talk to the girl. 

He looked to his window passingly, only to notice the pink and orange image. It was dawn Had he really been up all night? He shut his eyes and rubbed hard at his face. He could not sleep now. 

Therein hastily got up, walking through his bed chambers, and down the hall to where he saw his guard stationed outside the guest door. He bowed to him, and Therrin nodded back, tersely. A small smile coiled into his lip. He would never get used to the power of it all. 

He raised his fist to knock upon the door, attempting to soothe his nerves as he did so. He knocked.

Apparently Saxon had also gotten no sleep. From all of their friendship, their closeness, their intimacy, Therrin had found himself knowing the many faces of Saxon Osier. Including when he had been up all night, worrying. That happened some, back at Castle Osier, when they’d drink their fill of strongwine, and a rather loose-lipped, Saxon would whisper his concerns of taking over after his father passes. His concerns about being a good lord, and good spokesman for his lands. 

Therrin often thought of those talks years thereafter, as he lay in his royal bed, next to his crown, and his hostage-guest Matteo Osier. His brother. 

Saxon bowed to him, and Therrin, briefly, frowned in distaste. “Come, Lord Osier, we have matters to discuss.” Therein sighed as he led the man down several corridors, into an area they could have some privacy. 

A strange quiet followed, for a moment, as they entered the room. It was not uncomfortable, despite Therrin imagining that it would be so whenever his thoughts grazed on Saxon the previous weeks. 

After a pause, Saxon managed to break the silence. “We must talk to the girl again. She is our only lead, our only hope of finding Matteo.” Therrin could only nod in response, licking his lips as unease settled in his belly. “But…” Saxon continued, with careful control, and Therrin was once again reminded of their past, and the pain of the present. Despite how close they were, there was no mistaking that he was king, and Saxon was a mere lord. 

The way Saxon was dictating his words with such grace was reminiscent of when Therrien had just taken the crown, and lords from all corners of his lands had come to show their respects, showering him with shaky good graces, and submissive bows. Nevertheless, Saxon continued.

“I believe it would be a wise endeavor to approach her differently. You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, after all. What do you suppose I come in initially, bargain with her? Whilst you wait out of sight? I know, as do many others, that you are a good man, but when people see strangers, especially strangers in power, they don’t hope for the best. They prepare for the worst. Perhaps if it’s me, alone, who speaks to her, she will be more forthcoming?” Saxon proposed, once again, trying to keep the imploring notes out of his tone. Therrin had all the power.

Despite his anxieties, Therrin nodded, letting out a shaky breath as he did so. “Yes, yes I think that may be a wise decision.” With that, he let out a small side-smile. Warmth spread into Saxon’s heart, at that. Despite all that happened, despite all they had been through, something about Therrin’s demeanor told him that he was still the boy he loved. The same ward from the north, always smiling. The feeling sunk once he remembered their situation, and his heart, once so warm, had panged at the loss of his brother. Despite him hearing the news a year ago, the pain of his alleged death was still fresh.

With that settled, Therrin led him down several sets of stairs, and across the courtyard- where workers were still trying to repair the damage of the siege- until they had finally reached the dungeon. The prisoner had been moved here, once it was confirmed secure, to ensure she had no chance of escape. As they descended the final steps, they heard a soft wailing. 

Therrin decided to place her, temporarily, in the rotting cell in which he found Matteo. 

It was a long walk to the end of the dungeon, but with the urgency in their quickened paces, they were there in record time. Therein held back, so as not to be seen.

The girl sat, huddled, and crying as she held her hands outfront. From this angle, Saxon could see that her fingers were misshapen, curling out like the twisted reigns of a spooked horse. Therrin had broken three of them, on their last visit. He cleared his throat and kneeled so that he was at eye level with the girl.

“I can wrap those for you, if you’d like.” The girl didn’t respond besides continuing her sobs. Saxon breathed out sharply. He wanted to throttle her, to shake her back and forth until she relinquished where Matteo was to be found. But he could not do that. He had to keep a clear head. He had to show the girl that they could help each other, and remaining tight-lipped would only cause her more pain.

Saxon thought the girl would continue to sob nonsensically, until she slowly looked up, a sharp reproach in her eyes. “Truly?”

Saxon felt his eye twitch. Even if his offer was disingenuous, he would still be well within his rights. This woman knew where his brother was. True, the girl sat here cradling broken digits, but who knows what hell Matteo could be facing this very minute? He swallowed down his contempt and anger. “As long as you help me, that is.” 

The girl frowned, glancing from side to side; as if she was scared the very walls would grow teeth and eat her where she sat. “I can’t.” She whispered, and Saxon was shocked by the anguish in her soft voice.

“Why?” Saxon pressed. “You must tell me. What good does it do to sit here in a prison cell, wasting away? Tell me what you are afraid of, and perhaps the King will have mercy on you. Do you truly want to continue to face His Majesty’s ire?” Saxon continued on, darting his chin down to ensure he looked into her eyes. 

She cried harder.

“Please understand… They will kill them. The usurper king can not help me, the only ones who can help me now are God and those who have my siblings. I can not gamble their lives, I refuse to do so. If that means that the hangman’s rope is my fate for my disrespect, then so be it.” She grit her teeth, practically snarling at the Osier lord. 

So this woman knew what it was like, after all. Saxon’s heart panged at their shared misery for their family. Saxon waited a moment, pondering. 

“And what if I brought you their heads? These beasts who have your siblings? I understand what it is like to lose a sibling, it is not an easy feat.” Saxon said, trying to not make it sound as if his voice was pleading. 

The woman only scoffed. “You, one man? Lord or not, those men will eat you alive. You haven’t the men or recourses to seek these wretched men, though I appreciate the confidence.” She smiled sourly. Saxon opened his mouth to respond. 

“He might not, but the King has plenty of resources and more.” A deep voice said. Therein stepped out from the empty cell nearby, and into clear view of the prisoner. 

The woman drew in a harsh breath, and skittered back as far as the chained restraints would let her. Therrin internally smirked, feeling once again the mixing of his own power, like a warm meal on a cold, snowy night. His crown’s ruby reflection glinted off the metal bars. He squatted down. 

“Do I have your word, if I find these men, and ensure that your siblings are safe, you will tell me what you know of the whereabouts of Matteo Osier?” He asked, huskily.

“Yes.” She managed to stammer out. “Yes, I swear it.”

“Good, otherwise, your fate will be the executioner’s blade. I do not tolerate liars, especially not to my face.” He let the threat settle for a moment before continuing. “Now, who is it that I am supposed to seek?” 

“Vicor and Tam Farry. They are brothers, and the wickedest of the sort. You will find them at the edge of Brentwood, fifty yards before Farrow Lake. they have a small settlement there. They are well armed, with ten men armed with dead soldier’s weapons.” She rushed, spittle flying from her mouth at the speed that she talked. 

“Good.” Therein looked deep into her eyes. “If I find out you have been lying to me, your fingers will be the least of your worries.” With that, the childhood friends left the dungeons. By the first set of doors, he grabbed the attention of one of his guards. “Find a healer, make sure the furthest prisoner is looked over. Instruct them to wrap her fingers, but don’t unleash her manacles.” The guard nodded, running to follow his order.

Saxon didn’t know how to feel, seeing Therrin’s power. He was used to being the powerful one, the one who wasn’t a prisoner ward. Nausea rose in his stomach, despite his best efforts to avoid the feeling. 

Therein stopped another guard, one that had followed him from a week before his siege. “Ratfort, I need you to rally Rosen, Lark, Brently, Yen, Agosti, Phillips, Clarkson, Drewe, Grigiry, and Vat, quickly now.” He repeated the instructions on how to find Vicor and Tam Farry, and instructed him to bring him back in bondage so that the king himself may question them. These were some of his most trusted nights, behind Rudy. He knew he could put his faith in them, for their unwavering trust was nearly unparalleled. 

Therein found his thoughts once again drifting towards Matteo. If he was still alive, he had hoped that he was, at the very least, not being injured too badly. A southerly brat who was percieved to have been dead for the past 2 years was sure to grab all the wrong kinds of attention. 

He felt anger rise within himself. He unconsciously bit his lip in an exposed snarl. He felt a tentative hand wrap around his forearm, snapping him out of his thoughts. He turned, knowing already who it was before his eyes laid upon him.

Therrin knew everything about Saxon. He knew what his skin felt like, and that he had a mole on his right wrist. He used to tease him about it in the fields, when they would spar, hidden away from the Osier guards. He looked at it now, before glancing to meet his dark eyes. 

Saxon seemed to not know what to say for a moment, before his expression steeled and he breathed out a quiet “We’ll find him”.

It was odd. In the short time that they had been reunited with each other, their moments would shift between a hesitant noble speaking to his king, and two lifelong confidants, who had once shared their deepest secrets- and their sheets. 

They were approached by none other than Drewe and Grigiry, running towards them. They had bowed slightly to their king, but it was a bit hard to decipher based on the speed of their lungs, their army bobbing. 

“Your Grace, urgent news!” They genuflected hurriedly, waving around a letter frantically. 

Therrin took the paper, sharing a look with Saxon, disheartened when he could no longer impeccably read it, as he could in the days of their youth, under the juniper trees. 

[shummashum]

Hiro Tachibana Ch1 [6~11]

Anyway, Liz and Hiro were following behind Zeus, who was very excited due to Klaus' absence.

and Sig is mentioned here come to think of it, what is Sig doing after graduation? I'm kinda curious

oh… that you know, there was a buddy system in the previous seasons which is very very stupid system to somehow keep Liz and her love interest together cough cough

Anyway, they arrived the Headmaster's office.

hello Mr. Rembrandt you're still just roleplaying as an NPC who throws out a bunch of quests

whew just do it yourselves… our S6 comrades are not pawns that you can use as you please… how many times have I been saying this

Anyway, Remb announced that he had one more thing to talk about apart from the BBW case.

what recommend

huh... is another slave officially about to added

oi Hiro are you planning on saying yes? well you'll eventually be involved in all cases regardless of whether you become a Prefect or not because of your loudsy boss, but that's a separate issue from whether you wear a leash yourself

eh the bgm stopped?

uh erm well what can I say, it feels a bit different than rejecting it with a euphemism like "I'll consider that (nah I won't do that shit)" perhaps he doesn't want to take such a leader position? but something feels off

don't force him oh man the atmosphere has become sour again if the first chapter is this stuffy, how will the climax unfold

but well I'm kinda surprised the Hiro I've seen so far has been portrayed as just following Zeus' words even though he's been complaining one after another, but this is the first time he's expressed his opinion so strongly

Well that's how he left.

but this is not a problem that can be solved by forcing him I understand his concern for him, but I think acting that way would be counterproductive…

uh… why tho do you really need to do that why don't you just respect his opinion and leave him alone

uh wait Zeus E_TP Liz definitely ENFP I think Cae is E, I'm not sure about Al but I guess he leans more towards E? so this is E's way of thinking harsh,,,

Anyway they headed down to cafe.

hello you may not be happy with this situation but what can you do since you're stuck in the E group, it's force majeure

what

Well they encouraged him to become a Prefect, citing different charming reasons, but he remained steadfast.

oh no the already low success rate has become even lower

eh… what is there a special reason

Then Hiro ended the conversation by saying that he was going to take a nap.

oh… evasive maneuver

that's a pretty convenient ability honestly I envy it more than dimension rip

well I don't think you need a clear reason for liking or disliking it though

oh... he can't use magic? since when? from birth? or for some reason? then the dimension rip wasn't done with magical power? what then? singularity? but is this a matter that can be revealed without the consent of the person concerned erm,,,

I've always wondered, why is he wearing a sword at the magic academy, and why is he never shown using magic now I get it but why can someone who can't even use magic stay in a magic academy you know, Joel was in danger of being expelled from the academy because he couldn't use magic in his route but him?? eh...