#PoE is such a well written game as well

[sundogsandrainbows]

(Still) playing Pillars Of Eternity and looking up a quest-walkthrough be like:

And this is just for a side-quest in the game, not even a main one. Veilguard could never, lmao.

[perilegs]

i hate this party (affectionate)

[ay-chuu]

DISCOVER. L, I, M, P, Say it.

!! (Self aware bsd boys)

WARNING! Obsessive behaviour in some and angst.

A/N: Sorry for any grammer mistake i made!!

Self aware!Dazai, Chuuya, Jouno, Fyodor, Ranpo, Sigma x Gn! Reader

You really was the most airheaded human, in Dazai's eyes. Because he learned everything about you in just few weeks, while you only knew him as a popular 2d... character? Dazai knew he didnt thought himself as a human but being a non human in different world with a canon fact hurted him. He's not gonna even talking about the... writer version himself in your life. He just wanted something really clearly over his life and it was YOU. You, who made him self aware by mistake. You who made him fell for someone really. You, who made him want to live for a little longer to know you...

"Cute." Chuuya thought. You were really looking cute trying to sew a plush version of him while looking at the manga's colored page to match his features. He hated it when you closed the page tho. Yes he could always try to put himself that is connected with his... other self's but manga was the easiest one since he was origannly from here. He wondered. What would you look like in here too? Would you have powers? Would you meet him? Would you be... his love interest? Well he was never gonna know the truth. The only truth that he know was he was falling- no. Already fallen in love with you.

Jouno hated how stupid and complicated this situation was. And he hated how he couldn't do anything, even a simple thing for you. He hated how pathetic this... no he was. He fallen for you, who was a REAL different version of human. Who was in another reality. He knew that you didn't even knew what you did to him. In your eyes, he was just a character that you enjoyed... reading. Ah he guessed that life was giving him a punishment because of his brutal actions for others. How brutal....

You really wondered that if your pc got a virus or something. Because everytime you try to search or write something there was a thing that made you remember fyodor. Like when you try to an essay for your study, your computer would always write "fyodor" that any word that starts with f. Or when you opened a website you would always see fyodor's manga version. But you thought you just freaked out because... what kind of virus would do that right? Wrong. You were wrong for thinking you were wrong. Fyodor, who hacked all of your system would always make you remember who loves you most. He wanted to engrave himself into your subconscious. Because one day, when he finds a way to bring you into his universe, you would not lose your way to find him...

Ranpo had always thought he was smart. Or rather, it was like that in the past... Because ever since he met you, he saw himself as the smallest-brained person in the world. No matter how hard he tries, no matter how many times he reaches different thoughts, he couldn't reach you. While you could always reach him with a single page turn or google, he barely understood that you were from another universe... At first he thought you were just one of the games of Poe's books. He wished you were. Maybe if you were, he would never have fallen in love with you so hard...

Sigma was so surprised when he was able to discover you for the first time. But more than being surprised, he felt very close to you. Because you... were like a different universe version of him. He was born from a book. For him, you were a book that born in a different universe and watching him. The day you read the story about him and smiled because you felt close to him, he realized that he was in love with you. But if there was one part that wasn't surprising at all for him, it was that he couldn't reach you. Ah, because it wasn't just people playing with him all his life. His life was the biggest user playing with him. After all, It didnt change the fact ... he was really just a written person. In any reality.

[irritablepoe]

My ao3 fics - Masterpost

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Bungou Stray Dogs

Multiple Chapters:

how do i say goodbye (22/?) - follows ranpoe's relationship post-canon

embrace the sound of enchantment (3/?) - royal au for ranpoe with ranpo as the prince and poe as his servant

communication methods (7/8) - stalker/yandere poe with a very willing and encouraging ranpo

Ranpoe Oneshots

i could never forget you - ranpo and poe decide to meet up, though even after waiting for an hour, ranpo doesn't show up; hurt/comfort

in the low lamp light i was free - ranpo comes home from defeating fyodor. poe takes care of him

too much at once - poe is overwhelmed at a party; ranpo takes care of him

the feverish heat of yours - omegaverse au, omega!poe and alpha!ranpo

awake on a midsummer night - poe has his obsessive moments. ranpo does too.

do you regret meeting me? - ranpo asks poe exactly that; poe shows him how much he loves him

(un)holy ghost who haunts your home - poe has a dissociative episode when he's outside with ranpo

betrayal from the beginning - poe is kidnapped by fitzgerald; ranpo saves him

meet me on the rooftop - ranpo and poe have a conversation on a rooftop while looking at a sunset

keeping an eye out (while i flirt with you) - bartender au, lots of flirting

you hold me hypnotized, i'm mesmerized - character study/inner monologue of poe

mine to possess - pre-canon poe and his brother talk about ranpo; he's at his worst here

a worthy opponent - may the better one win - pre-canon interaction of ranpoe before the mystery game

i'm sorry - hurt/comfort; self-esteem issues

Other Oneshots:

kill me with your kindness (i'll gladly surrender) - fyolai; fyodor needs a hug

bleeding memories - mushimizo; character study

tell me you're part of me - fyodor and poe meet because of business; fyodor tries to get poe on his side

a hat a day keeps the bad thoughts away - multiple fandoms; crack fic about hats

are you getting sentimental with me now? - poe and fitzgerald; poe is at his worst when he shows up to breakfast; fitzgerald takes care of him

shared grief of broken men - fitzgerald and poe talk a bit about grief and life

courtesy visit - gone wrong (no clickbait) - poe and lovecraft go on a mission together

a ship for the two of us - bramcraft; they're enjoying a meal (a ships crew) together :3

Moriarty The Patriot

pillows to ride on in a maid dress - louis; i'll not elaborate, the title says it all

need a little help with that? - continuation of "pillows to ride on in a maid dress" with james bonde

Vicious

let this bullet pierce you - victor finally hunting eli down

torture me lightly - post-canon; victor sees hallucinations

with my last breath i think of you - victor dies and thinks of eli

Crime and Punishment

your help heals all my wounds (17/?) - post-canon events of crime and punishment; razras; dunya/sonya

affection - oneshot; razras

there will come a soldier and a poet - lotr au; poet!raskolnikov and soldier!razumikhin

Jackaby

not a word of gratitude - jackaby is alone. he'll always end up alone

don't turn away with this heavy heart of yours - abigail and jackaby talk about jackaby's emotions

Arcane

rest now - viktor is extremely sleep-deprived and faints. jayce finds him

these are not all of my fics, if you want more go check out my other works. a lot of them are written for whumptober 2023, so mind the tags on them. mind the tags in general lol.

the fics are all restricted to ao3 users only because of ai scrapping, i'm very sorry

thank you for reading through this and if you decide to read them thank you as well it means a lot to me <3

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[bomberqueen17]

another chapter update!!! fit for thrones chapter FOUR

I know. I know! it's like I'm on a weekly schedule again. Or something. Lawl.

I have Thoughts about the new witcher 4 trailer but I'll discuss them separately. Or not. The tl;dr is that I am Super Pumped that they're canonizing the Witcher Ciri ending instead of the Empress Ciri ending because listen I have a history wherein fic I've written has wound up later being unfortunately similar to later-released canon in like, upsetting ways (no I'm not bitter that my carefully-thought-out Space Racism scene about Poe Dameron was actually made canon in the most horrifyingly racist way in whichever godawful movie that was!!! not at all bitter)-- so I am not actually being cynical or bitter I am just actually sincerely overjoyed that they're making this game with the other ending, because a) thank god and b) I actually do think it would be way more fun as a game. LOL.

Anyhoo--

Chapter four, in which we meet an old beloved (well, to me anyway) character again, and also Ciri Teaches Morvran Fencing.

“I can’t tell if Lu really wants to make the ride herself, or just assumes I won’t make transporting her a priority,” Ciri said, shaking out her limbs and encouraging Morvran to do the same. “But I had thought-- anyone I send, I was going to send incognito with you, and it would sort of… put them under your protection.” “I would take that very seriously,” Morvran assured her. “I know you would,” she said, and gave him a bright smile that seemed to slightly stun him; he returned it after a moment, hesitant as if he could not quite believe she would have faith in him like that.

Dearly beloved beta reader @bittylildragon highlighted the last sentence and said "oh noooo his crush is smiling at him after beating him in a fight; if he knew how to do anything as normal as jerking off about this later he would, but alas, no such outlet"

Which is, alas, too true.

[lavandulawrites]

Hey can I get letters C, I, & O for Poe (bsd) 

Yandere Alphabet C, I and O with Edgar Allen Poe

Poe is one of my favourite characters so this was really fun to write<3 I think Poe is one of the “softer” yanderes, but he definitely can be really unsettling. (Yandere alphabet request here)

Masterlist

Word count: 479

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Once Poe abducts you he treats you like a princess. You have your own big bedroom decorated to your tastes. At first it frightened you how everything in you bedroom were exactly how you liked it. He even had gotten his hands on one of your childhood plushies. How he did get his hands on it, you would rather not know. Ignorance is bliss after all. In one of the antique chest of drawers, you found a deep purple leather bound album filled of photos of you. Some were old and some were recent. Underneath each picture Poe had written in his beautiful handwriting, either poems that described the picture or compliments. Poe would never mock you. He wished for you to love him after all. Nights were sadness consumed you, he sat by your bedside comforting you. With his slender hands he stroked away your tears and rubbed your back gently.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Poe wishes for you to love him back. Somewhere in the future he wants to marry you. That had been his dream since he first laid his eyes on you. He can’t wait for when the time is right to go down on one knee and ask if you want to spend eternity with him. Of course saying no is not an option, but he assures you that he would treat you like a queen. His love knows no bounds after all.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You would not be allowed to leave his manor, but rest assured the beautiful gardens as well as the interior is enough for you to forget about what you call freedom. He lets you play with. Karl as much as you want and his heart warms at the sight of you two together. Poe has a grand library filled with more books than you ever hope to read. He lets you roam freely inside the library, he knows all to well what excitement literature brings so he won’t restrict your access to literature. The same can’t be said about the internet. You are not allowed to keep your phone or other electronics that can be used to contact the outside world. He will however let you use the computer with him by your side if you wish to play some games that are non online. You have free access to the television and his various streaming services. He knows all to well what damage an under stimulated brain can do. He will take you out on different outings. He particularly enjoys taking you to luxurious restaurants and cozy bookstores. He loves to spend his money on you and spoils you rotten. It’s what you deserve after all.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

edgar allen poe + twst??

***Spoilers for book 7 part 4!!***

In the latest main story update, Lilia tells us about the princess of the Briar Valley (ie Malleus’s mom) and a fae messenger that went to an human fortress to the east (Malleus’s dad). If you’ll recall, Malleus tells us in present day (in his Birthday Boy vignettes) that his “only living relative” is his grandmother, which implies his parents are gone. The update leaves us on a cliffhanger where Lilia and co. are at the eastern fortress while the humans are launching a surprise attack on the palace where Malleus’s mother resides. It is very possible that she will die as a result of this encounter (for as powerful as she is, the humans greatly outnumber her). His father had gone missing prior to this while going to deliver a message to the humans. It is not confirmed if he is dead or just… missing at the moment.

Both Malleus’s mom and dad are referred to by name, but the fandom is finding it difficult to settle on one variation until an official English localization of book 7 comes out. “Mallenoa” appears to be the commonly accepted term for Malleus’s mom, whereas “Levan/Revan” is for his dad.

Well… what if we looked at the works of Edgar Allen Poe?? More specifically, at the two poems Lenore and The Raven? 🤔 Stay with me here—

The first poem, Lenore, was written by Poe to cope with his wife Virginia contracting tuberculosis. It speaks of the passing of a young woman (Lenore), and those who mourn for her. Important to note is that Lenore is described as “the queenliest dead that ever died so young”.) Her intended is not crying at the funeral, so others accuse him of not caring for his now deceased fiancé. He counters by claiming the other mourners are the ones who never really cared for her. The poem finished with Lenore’s husband-to-be saying that she is in a better place now than this “damned earth”.

What does this have to do with Malleus’s mom? Look at how her name is written in TWST JP (the two characters that follow the name refer to her title):

Now notice how Lenore is written. All of the characters match except the missing first one (which is understandable, since that is the “Malle”/“Mare” part missing). I confirmed this by typing in “Mallenore”; the end result was the exact same writing as how Malleus’s mom’s name is written in game.

Knowing that Mallenoa is in a dangerous situation that puts her life at risk and Lenore is a poem all about someone who has passed... PLUS Lenore is a woman who is described as “the queenliest dead”, and Mallenoa is the princess of Briar Country, destined to be queen one day... AND how their names are written matching up, it’s possible that “Mallenoa” will be localized as “Mallenore”.

But what about Malleus's dad? Well, I see two possibilities: "Levan" could be a reference to "levin" or lightning (something which Maleficent is associated with) OR it could be "Revan", which is just raven with the vowels swapped around. (It's difficult to know for sure which one would be "more" correct, as the /r/ and /l/ sounds tend to blend together in Japanese.) As we all know, Maleficent is also known for Diablo, her pet raven. Levan/Revan also serves a very similar role as Diablo did for Maleficent to his wife and princess (ie he advised her and acted as her right-hand man; hence why he was the one who departed for the diplomatic trip).

Edit: TWST EN has confirmed that the official localization for Malleus's dad's name is "Raverne". Back to Lenore for a moment, Levan/Revan could be filling in for the role of the upset husband-to-be. Thinking about it, after his wife has died (and assuming he is still alive at that point), the world really would be like a "damned earth" to him. His wife is gone, his country in tatters because of how the human invaders have ravaged it, etc. And worse yet, if he is fae himself then it will be years and years before he is able to rejoin his wife in death.

This brings us to The Raven, which was published 2 years after Lenore and serves as a sort of companion piece to it. The Raven refers to a creature that visits an unnamed man, who laments the loss of his love, Lenore. (Note that even though the same name is used here, it’s not clear if this Lenore is the exact same as the one in Lenore.) The bird continuously antagonizes the mourning man and drives him to madness, reflecting the poem’s sentiment that lingering grief can interfere with one’s ability to live in the present. The Raven, then, is said to be the spirit or presence of Lenore paying a visit to her lover and/or “haunting” him.

The Raven doesn’t have parallels as clear as the ones between Lenore and Mallenoa—however, the motif of the raven itself would match up with what we know of Diablo. “The Raven” is a bird that refuses to leave the mourning man’s home no matter which room he goes to. This could refer to the relationship between Malleus’s parents, between princess and her trusted aide that follows her like a shadow. Alternatively, since the mourning man is Lenore’s lover, this could be foreshadowing. It could mean that Levan/Revan (again, assuming he is still alive by the time his wife dies) will be deeply affected by his wife’s passing.

All of the canon details and stuff aside, this makes some sense thematically if we think about Poe’s general themes. He often talks about death and the loss of loved ones, both of which are major themes in book 7 and now, as we can see, in the history of Briar Country.

So 👁️ 👄 👁️ in conclusion, you should read Edgar Allen Poe… 👉👈

ADDENDUM: HER OFFICIAL NAME IS MELEANOR, BOYS... We were so close...

[sirhyst]

Edgar Allan Poe (BSD) x gn!reader

TW/CW: suggestive language (nothing explicit), bottom!poe again sorry but 😔 I’m down bad for this man

Summary: Reader accidentally comes across some interesting poems Poe wrote about them.

Note: reader has more game than me 😔✊ I’m dog shit at writing poems so maybe later I’ll write what Poe might of sent you.

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You were sitting alone at your house when you heard scratching by your door. Most would have reached for the nearest weapon, but you knew all too well what was making those scratching noises.

“Karl,” you said reaching down to pet the little raccoon. Before your hand met his small head, you noticed he had loose papers in his mouth.

“Now what do you have there? Have you been stealing again?” Karl look at you begrudgingly, clearly annoyed that you would dare make such an accusation despite his track record. He dropped the papers at your feet before waltzing into your living room, towards your couch.

You immediately recognised the beautiful, yet slightly rushed, handwritten words.

Edgar, you thought to yourself, not realising the goofy smile that spread across your lips. As you carefully scanned the documents though, the smile was replaced by a look of shock as your face began to heat up.

A plethora of beautifully written poems sharing the many fantasies Poe had, many of which were very erotic, scattered across the pages in the form of a letter. Poe, in his usual poetic way, truly described what he saw and how that made him feel.

Your concentration was interrupted when Karl clung onto your ankle.

“Maybe I should take these back to Poe Karl, What do you think?” You asked, patting his head gently. Naturally, Karl let out an approving chirp.

You reached Poe’s house to find him already standing by the door.

“My darling, I-“ he paused, blush layering his face as soon as he saw the papers in your hand, immediately recognising them based on the smirk dancing across your face.

“I see you Karl ratted me out,” he said looking down, not daring to look you in the eyes. You had to admit, you didn’t expect such explicit words from your boyfriend, it was like night and day from his usual gothic horror stories.

Poe led you up to his office, Karl seemed to sense the change in the air and remained in the foyer.

As soon as Poe closed the door, you placed the unholy papers on the nearest bookshelf before pressing the tall man against the wooden door.

No matter how many times you caught Poe in this position, he always reacted as if it were the first time. A blushing, stuttering mess, only become more of a wreck as your hands made there way to his waist, deeply massaging it.

“I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable,” he said, even after making note of his current predicament, he still worried he’d push you away.

“Of course not my little raven,” you said in a hushed voice. Your lips brushed against his, whilst pushing back his bangs to see his full face. You frequently did this merely to pull the nervous little whimpers from your partner that you’ve grown to love.

“Just a new side of you that’s all,” you took time to admire his features before letting out a content sigh before kissing him softly.

Naturally, the kiss ended long before Poe would have liked.

“Edgar~” you said in the manner you knew made his knees weak.

“You made me seem more attractive than I thought I was though,” you said, almost overcome with shyness. Poe furrowed his brows—he never wanted to hear his partner under-appreciate themselves.

“I simply wrote what I saw, and how I feel when I look at you,” he paused.

“I feel disappointed in myself when I think those things about you but, sometimes I can’t help it,”

“Especially since you’re so,” he didn’t know what to say next. When the writer runs out of words to describe the overwhelming feeling he felt around his lover, you know he is truly overcome by love.

“Hmm,” you said, moving your hand to fiddle with his jacket.

“it’s not gross, I love when you express yourself. Especially the cute noises you make,” you said with another smirk and a wink. Edgar pursed his lips in an attempt to hold back any noise threatening to spill out.

You took a step back, placing your hands back on his waist. Poe pouted from the sudden warmth dissipating, but briefly regained composure.

“I’m glad I didn’t push you away, I didn’t mean for you to find those,” he looked at his hands, “especially since they weren’t finished.”

As if the passed 5 minutes had never accrued, your face completely switched from a seductive smile to plain shock.

“There’s more?!” You said, a little louder than either of your would have liked. Poe stayed silent, not wanting to expose himself further, made his way back to his desk.

“Edgar! You can’t just drop that information and then walk away!” You said nervously, but still with a slight smile threatening to appear. That of course did not last long as the urge to tease your lover returned.

As he stood in front of his desk, you placed a hand on his shoulder turning him around, and leaning him against the wooden surface.

“Why don’t you tell me more about your little fantasies.”

[mushroompone]

@0-bloom

Fate wants me to write an evil Twijack fic REALLY bad.

#25 on my Spotify Wrapped was Haunted, by Poe. Poe has received some attention recently for writing some (very good) original songs for the (very good) game Alan Wake II. The reason this song from her 2004 album is on my Spotify Wrapped is because it was written as a companion to the novel House of Leaves—a fantastic piece of experimental horror literature written by her brother, Mark Z. Danielewski. The siblings worked in tandem on the novel and the album, and released them at the same time.

It’s also a really good song.

“What exactly is the story your grandmother told you?” Twilight asked, summoning a brilliant plumed quill and parchment from what seemed to be thin air. “For posterity.”

“Uh… Wasn’t much of a story,” Applejack said. “She told us the farmhouse grew here. Not how it is now—it used to be smaller, and the farmhouse grew a new room before each new child was born.”

“Approximately how long before the birth did the room materialize?” Twilight asked, her quill scribbling madly as she inspected a nearby doorframe. “Excuse me—grow?”

Applejack chuckled. “That’s a funny story, actually: she likes to say that the house knew she was pregnant with my daddy before even she did. Gave her husband a scare.” 

“Mm-hm…” Twilight murmured. “And the other children?”

“Er… I couldn’t say,” Applejack admitted. “My granny tended to talk in stories. You ever know anypony like that?”

“No,” Twilight replied.

Twilight crouched down to inspect the floorboards, pausing her manic note-taking only to run the tip of her quill along a seam and inspect the compacted dirt and dust which collected there. She made a face of moderate surprise and amusement, then jotted down more information.

“What about your younger sister?” Twilight asked. “Apple… something. Do you remember a new room growing before she was born?”

“Uh… that’s where things get a mite complicated,” Applejack said. “See, there was a bit of a… a fallin’ out. A few, actually. Who was or wasn’t considered a member of the Apple family was a bit of a sore subject when our generation was comin’ up.”

Twilight asked no follow-up questions. She scribbled down a bit of information on her parchment, then poofed her materials away. “Thank you, Applejack. I’ll be running some tests out of my lab in the Library. Do you think I could come back tomorrow to collect more samples?”

“More… samples?” Applejack repeated.

“Yes.” Twilight pointed to the doorframe. “I took a small splinter. As well as some dust from the floors. I hope that was alright—I can put it back.”

“The splinter?”

“Yes. I can put it back if you’d like.”

A small smile broke across Applejack’s face. She shook her head. “Naw. I think we’ll be able to get on without it, Ms. Sparkle.”

Twilight nodded—just once, sharp and curt. “I’ll be going, then.”

“I’ll show you out.”

Twilight blushed as the farmer swept in beside her. “And, um… you can call me Twilight.”

Applejack smiled as she opened the front door and waved the tiny unicorn through. “Pleasure meeting you, Twilight,” she said. “And I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”

Send me a character/ship and a number (1-100)for a snippet inspired by my Spotify Wrapped!

[grandwitchbird]

In my most recent run through the first PoE game, I tested out the slave background for the first time. It’s something I typically avoid because of how most games handle the experience. Should have known not to worry with Obsidian I guess. There’s apparently highly visible proof of the circumstances my character came from. The powerful figures in the game especially like to try to weaponize the slave background in one way or another. They see it and try to use it to prop up their own authority. It underscores their casual cruelty and elitism rather than indulging any player victim fantasy.

I was pleased to find that none of our companions* mentioned anything. At least as far as I could find. Perhaps there’s a dialogue I missed somewhere, and I’d be happy to see it if someone else can find it. The impression I got was that this was a graceful writing choice, a comment on the baseline quality of our companions. And importantly, Durance, who never shuts up or worries about offending, was just as respectful as the others here. It echoes his pride if you’re clever. His willingness to indulge a watcher who prods at all his wounds. His honesty at the end of the game where he faces the truth with heartbreaking bravery. So I probably shouldn’t have been surprised. Durance is unpleasant, but he is also principled and basically honest.

And I really am interested to see if I missed anything and anyone has something to add. Part of why I haven’t written about this series at length yet is… well every run is so distinctive in some way. I feel like I’m about 2-3 runs from really putting all my thoughts together.

*Not counting Calisca’s early exposition here for pretty obvious reasons. She’s here for exposition.

I also didn’t do The White March this time which means I definitely could have missed reactivity there.

[boringboy]

Thoughts about Ada. Is it coherent, I don’t know? You tell me. (PART 1)

I’d like to start this off by saying I’m not in my right mind right now, it’s sort of like— literally 5am in the morning as I write this and I have not slept a wink, but this is the sort of thing I’ll sacrifice for my latest obsession! Haha, okay but anyways. This is just a little character post, sharing my thoughts about a certain one, and in no way do I consider it to be up to par with any of the other existing analyses within the Nevermore fandom. I don’t do this often, so forgive me.

Ada, to me, is an amazing antagonist. I believe she’s incredibly well written, so much that she (almost) seems human. At first you think she’s annoying, which you’re meant to, but then somewhere down the line you start feeling something similar to remorse. Guilt. And then you immediately become annoyed again. I know exactly how Morella feels.

First off, we can talk about her background. What Edgar Allan Poe work is Ada based on? That’s right, Tamerlane! And what exactly is Tamerlane about? To put it short, it’s a poem about an important man who falls in love with a peasant girl who’s conveniently named Ada, who he takes for granted. We can already infer so much from this, and it’s reinforced by the Mystery Manor arc which does hint at it before it’s basically confirmed. I mean, how else would she know that the servant’s staircase were the quickest way to get round the mansion, if not from experience? And the way she responded to Lenore when she’d asked what a peephole portrait could be good for: “Uhh, privacy, obviously?” followed by, “These old manors have all sorts of secrets like this!”. (Taken from episodes 56 and 57). This isn’t something people with status would care to know about or remember.

When it’s shown outright in episode 69 through a memory triggered by Prospero’s rejection, we see Ada in maid attire, denoting her status. She has presumably been lured into the forest by this man, the man she loves, the man who is wealthy, and the man who is holding a hatchet and has already struck her. Well, sliced her to be exact. Right in the stomach. A lot of people theorise this to be due to an accidental pregnancy and an affair, which is something I agree with and what I believe to be the most probable situation. Continuing on, Ada’s bleeding out, in tears, and understandably confused. Was her pregnancy, or whatever it could be, not something to be happy about? Even though she’s dying, the last thing on her mind is the pain. What she cares about is what the man thinks. All she can think about is why he’s doing this to her.

Ada was dealt an awful hand in life. She’s never been fortunate ever, not even in death.

What did she want from this relationship?

Naturally, as a person born so low down, you would want to live better and be treated better. So you take any sliver, any scrap, of anything that comes close to that. You fall in love with that rich man, that’s nothing, but if he loves you back or says he does? I’d scrabble to my knees just to get the chance. Hell, I’d accept it without even thinking twice.

I think their interactions might have been almost fairytale like, the man acting like a prince, at least in her eyes, explaining her attitude towards the whole thing.

And Ada continues to go for it in death because she’s unfulfilled. She wants to be satisfied for once in her life, in so many different ways. This game the Deans are playing is what she thinks is her chance to finally change things.

How does her background affect her? What does it do for her character now?

Her insecurity is rooted in classism. The likely reason she was killed was because the man couldn’t be caught with someone of a low class, and of course Ada would know that. You’d be made to know your place since the day you were born. That insecurity only grows worse upon entering Nevermore. When you’re afraid of one thing, you start fearing more. The way she acts towards others because of that earns her insults and adds even more salt to the wound. I think she came out more insecure than when she arrived 😭. Like all the precautions she’s taken have all been wasted because they don’t even have the effect on others that she wants. Nobody likes her because of it.

Also because of her background, she’s unable to stand up for herself when she really needs to. Yes she’ll fight it at first, pretend she’s as good as the rest, but it’ll fade fast. There’s no point in fighting it when it’s the natural order of things, right? What she’s been before is what she’ll always be and nothing can change that. No matter how much she dreams. Resigning herself to others is what she’s used to doing. Ada can’t defy her authority, can’t defy anything even if she feels guilty.

She wants to be loyal and worthy. She craves validation so desperately it’s insane.

What is so relatable and real about her?

The cycle she’s stuck in is something I believe a lot of people can relate to, or something a lot of people have seen others go through. She’s self destructive, and I don’t think I even need to explain that. You can easily identify what, where and when.

The fact that she’s vulnerable. All of these things have made her unstable and easy to manipulate and use, and I don’t think she’s aware of it either, or maybe she is deep down, but doesn’t mind it because she’s getting what she wants, or what she supposes she wants.

Her actions seem almost reasonable now when you take into account her living life and her circumstances, but it doesn’t make it okay obviously. It makes you sympathise with her. Kind of like a love/hate thing. R&F did really well with that, the expressions and all the little things make such a huge difference/impact. I can tell exactly how she feels in her lowest moments.

Help. We’re stopping here because if I continued there’d be so much more.

I don’t know. I think it’s the fact that you can think this much about her that proves she’s an amazing character? Because wow she is thought provoking. This is all nonsense actually, I’m afraid of looking at this after it’s posted.

[glitch-karma]

hello! can i request the headcanons of bsd boys (ADA, port mafia, guild, DOA, and hunting dogs) playing genshin impact? i wanna know what is their fav characters/elemental/region hehehe~ thanks in advance!

I LOVED writing this one

Dazai

I can see him liking Pryo characters the most

Someone who plays for fighting and building, not for lore and quests

HIS TEAM IS SO CRACKED LIKE BRO GO OUTSIDE???

I can see him maining Klee/Diluc

Definitely, the type to brag all the time

Joins people's worlds to steal stuff then leave like an asshole

I can see his main team being Diluc, Xiao, Ganyu and Xingqiu

When playing with ANYONE he'll pull out Klee and burn the grass to annoy tf out of them

Kunikida

No.

Played it maybe once cause Dazai forced him

Did not understand the point in it

Ended up uninstalling it literally an hour later

Ranpo

Has been playing it even before Dazai

Has almost every character (and ALL of them are built)

Mains Heizou for Obvious reasons

Likes swirling electro the most

Likes to humble brag but in a mean way

"Yeah I mean, I only play it on occasion I guess I'm just good!"

He's lying

In reality, he spends way too much of his and Fukuzawas money

Definitely still not so patiently waiting for Dansleif to be playable

Atsushi

Dazai got him into the game

He plays it mostly for the story quests so his characters aren't very built

LOVES Anemo and Dendro

He was so excited when Baizhu was announced

He cried really hard when he did the Chasam quest

Mains Kazuha

He LOVES Collei so much

When he first started the game he was confused why Barbra wasn't doing any damage

Cyno reminds him of Akutagawa

Yosano

Got into it from random ads

Mains Beidou and Yelan

Has been pulling for Shenhe for so long but still doesn't have her

LOVES Inazuma

Fav vision is definitely Electro

She has played through all of Shonens quests

Poe

Ranpo forced him to play and he likes it

Ranpo helps him with domains and farming

Enjoys the lore and how it's written, specifically Khaenri'ah lore

Is also waiting for Dansleif to be playable

He's an Albedo main

Relates a lil too hard to Sucrose and Xingqiu

Chuuya

Played to try to surpass Dazai

He wants to out-damage Dazai so bad but..

Poor baby doesn't know how to build correctly.

like he gave a physical build to Yanfei

Chuuya LOVES Cryo

He definitely at one point was a Kaeya main

He freaked out the first time he did 2k damage

Joins Dazai's world and says "You suck" Then leaves

Akutagawa

Only plays it because Dazai plays it

Has tried to get good characters to earn Dazai's approval but he ALWAYS loses his 50/50's

Gets on calls with Dazai to try to show how good he is

"...Why did you put blizzard strayer on Diluc." "..."

Trys to get every character Dazai has

Honestly, he doesn't know what he's doing

Fyodor

Bought an acc from someone with insane stats

Bullys kids on the internet with it

Nikolai

He plays unironically (Unlike Fyodor)

Definitely does that ritual of throwing characters off cliffs before wishing

DEF a Hutao main

Has Fydor to actually play but always fails

That trend where you change the models of your characters? He's ALL about that

Changed Klee into a cursed model of a duck

Sigma

Mains Layla because he loves her

It's his comfort game after a long day at the casino

He plays for the lore and character design

Ango

He doesn't really have time for games

Jouno

Genshin, unfortunately, doesn't have accessible playing for him

I don't think he'd play either way but oh well

Tetchō

He saw a picture of Itto and Immediately installed it

Doesn't understand the cooking function

Is also confused about the look of the food

After meeting the Adepti he actually tried eating flowers

Jouno stopped him

Likes Xiao cause of the sticker of him eating snow

Tachihara

Thinks it's a stupid anime game

[blushblushbear]

cashew headcanons please im so so gay for him

TIME FOR DIS NUT aka our darling little bookworm

cut cause I went on for a bit and none of it is important OOPS

okay first off since he's a college boy let's start with the fact that he has zero alcohol tolerance

like none

he'll have 2 sips of a light beer or a half a shot of malibu and he's red in the face sweating and swaying like 'oh wow, I'm really feeling it haha'

Same with coffee

anything past a normal strength cup he's VIBRATING

he doesn't have a heart condition like Nimh but give him a shot of espresso and he'll think he does

is constantly waiting for someone to ask him for book recommendations

and when they do he is sponge bob's eager face BOY IS OVER THE MOON

also he doesn't just read good books

he'll literally read anything

he ADORES trashy novels

especially if they're spicy *eyebrow wiggle*

he recognizes they aren't good but they are so wild and out of pocket like

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S SECRETLY HIS EX'S BROTHER AND ALSO HIS STEP MOM'S LOVER AND DATING HIS EVIL SECRET HALF COUSIN WHOSE TRYING TO KILL THEIR UNCLE AND HIS DAD BUT CAUGHT FEELINGS AND IS NOW PLOTTING TO TAKE HIM HOSTAGE ////WHAT?!////

he'd love shows like gossip girl and pretty little liars if they were BOOKS instead

except OOPS they are actually and he'd love to infodump about that little fact to me if I let him (at least I think they both are?? I know pretty little liars is-- THAT PLOT IS /NUTS/)

honestly he loves when things are written well but he also loves when plots are NUTS

the only kind of nuts he can have

well... second kind

he'd be a secret college slut (respectfully and also def not actually a secret) if he wasn't head over heels for you

now he's just in your dms/texts constantly

his family is just as quiet and mousey as he is

everyone is just as nerdy

though his dad doesn't read as much-- he's more tv and movies and games nerd

he gets his love of books from his mom's side

he'd KILL to be a librarian

or work at a bookstore

English major vibes

but not just vibes that actually is his major lol

has def had a crush on 3 different librarians growing up and 1 creative writing teacher

can't math for shit

his favorite parts of campus friends taking him on nights out is him getting to read in little corners he can find and the 3am breakfasts at the local diner

I've talked about this before but him Nimh and Poe are in a book club together

he thinks Nimh is the coolest cause he's a PA for a publisher

can read a harry potter length book series in an afternoon (also hates terfs <3 )

his favorite genres are romance of any kind but he does have a special fondness for the trashier romances, fantasy, and he does love a mystery but mostly cause he can never see the twists coming

the smartest idiot you'll ever meet

or maybe he's the dumbest smart guy???

either way he is both very clever and very simple all at once

also very well meaning

incapable of wrong

only of oops

(a lot of oops actually, he's kinda clumsy)

once went a whole day without eating cause someone recommended a new series and he LIKED IT VERY MUCH

I wish for the life of me I could remember ANY book series atm

I know of a few by like--- vaguely what they're about but I can't remember their names

he could though

he will spend whole dates telling you the plot of a book series in great detail

loves pets

not great with them

also low key allergic to a few

big rip cause he loves cuddles

cries over a cat at a distance while sniffing

also really likes birds

met a few birds as a squirrel and now he knows Poe who was a bird so like--

birds are buds of his

can't say no to something cute

cute eraser, cute pen, cute notebook, cute cookie, cute you

just can't refuse cute

would totally rock a cottage core vibe if he could manage to keep a plant alive

he lost his ficus Marcel and he's still low key getting over it

uses a wallet sized photo of you as a book mark

def has you or a pic of you and him as a lock screen

the home screen is a pic of a page of a book

is very good at those 'name the book this opening line is from' challenge

good omens, both the book and the show, WRECKED HIM

actually good omens was his fav book to screen adaption thus far

he has a few others but he's more excited about good omens

wants to be friends with Aziraphale

I could ramble on forever but I think I'll end it here

loves that hack where you put cheese on ramen

[baizhoobies]

For you event for BSD, black butler and genshin impact for any adult male characters

Im a female Sagittarius , my mbti is intj, I have a high pain tolerance. I can actually sing really well but only when I’m alone. I never wanna drink alcohol in my life and I secretly despise it. I’m also an introvert. I’m also Latina and 4”11. I rarely get grossed out. I’m straight . I love horror and rarely get grossed out and I like cats more then people . I have autism. I love watching movies and playing genshin impact. I also like learning and reading . I know English, my Spanish is rusty and the basics of French. I love desserts. Im also Demi which means I can’t fall for someone romantically or sexually until their is a emotional connection . We have to be friends first. I love the dark and macabre. I prefer a cafe to a concert for a date.

I match you up with . . . ♡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Edgar Allen Poe | Bungo Stray Dogs

Poe was the first character that came to mind because much like you, you are introverted, have a love for the macabre and of course, for reading. I have headcanoned Poe as a demisexual as well, so he can relate to you on a personal level.

As someone who doesn’t like big crowds, he would find himself coming out of his shell more when its just the two of you - he will most likely want you to read any and all novels he has written. He would take you to a nice, quiet cafe and would beg ask you to read over his works.

As much as he would get excited over sharing common interests, he will also take a keen interest in your hobbies that he himself has not partaken in; such as Genshin Impact. He could happily watch you play, and if you explain the game mechanics to him (in particular the wish system) he would absolutely become an enabler when it comes to purchasing wishes. - the man has got money $$$

You log in one day and see that you have a ridiculous amount of primogems and you kinda just ??? - which Poe may play coy and say some shit like “oh that is a mystery~” like yeah, right, a total mystery, Mr Money Man.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Sebastian Michaelis | Black Butler

Phew, what to say about this man. I will start with the obvious that the both of you prefer the company of cats rather than people; something you both can closely relate to. Once the both of you get closer to each other, he would absolutely show you his collection of cats that he keeps hidden away. They are his pride and joy after all.

As someone who regularly tutors Ciel, he would be more than happy to help you in learning another language, especially in French. Sebastian is fluent in a few languages, including french, so if you were to ask him, he would absolutely teach you. As for Spanish, I am sure he would be just as enthusiastic to learn with you.

He would encourage you to sing! I can imagine him one night walking down the corridor and hearing a sweet voice singing, your voice. He would hide behind your door and listen to you for a while, smiling to himself. If he ever walks in on you whilst singing, he would definitely tease you, but ultimately would encourage you to sing more, especially to him.

Oh and one last thing, if you tell him you like desserts, he would ensure to make an extra portion whilst baking for his young lord, Ciel. He would either wait till he has done serving his master to give it to you in person, or he would deliver it to your door, wrapped up nicely with a bow; which is attached to a little love note.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Kaedehara Kazuha | Genshin Impact

The first person I had in mind to match with you was Kazuha. He is a gentle soul that is quiet, at least at first. He is someone I can imagine would prefer to get to know people on an emotional level before getting into a relationship.

Kazuha is known to be a bit of a poet, and would regularly write haikus - and if the both of you get comfortable enough with each other, he would gladly show you some of his works, even if he doesn’t think they are any good.

As someone like myself who also has autism, I would say Kazuha is one of the most emotionally understanding characters of Genshin; coming across as someone who is sensitive to your needs. Kazuha has a very easy-going personality, but is also determined to help and support his friends - honestly he is the perfect example of boyfriend material!

If you ever did feel comfortable in singing in front of Kazuha, he would happily play his Shibabue and whistle to the rhythm. Kazuha loves music and believe me, he’d love to hear you sing.

[astarioffsimpmain]

Writer Interview Game

Thanks for the tag, @brabblesblog!!

When did you start writing?

I started writing in fifth grade when one of my favorite teachers I've ever had set a short story assignment, but I didn't truly fall in love with it until sixth grade, when - for a poetry memorization assignment - I discovered a book full of Edgar Allan Poe poems and short stories. I memorized the whole of The Raven for the assignment and pretty much became obsessed with his works. Poe's writing was the spark to my writing flame, and he is my favorite author to this day.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I loooove reading adventure fantasy. I'd love to write adventure fantasy too, but I'm not confident enough in my world building just yet. Eragon, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Inkheart, The Hunger Games, Gothikana, Cirque Du Freak, etc. I love it!

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

As previously stated, I would love to emulate Poe. He's my inspiration and pretty much the reason I started writing for more than school assignments. I haven't ever been compared to another writer before, except in the spirit of spite, so I've got nothing there. haha

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Anywhere I feel I can tuck away. I have a spot on my couch with a blanket, my laptop, and a spot for my coffee. I have my multiple soft blankets on my bed and a pillow to prop my Kindle on for ambience and music, and my side table - for my coffee, of course. But I've also written curled up in my seat on a bus driving through the Scottish Highlands, as well as in a corner seat in a hotel lobby in York, England, and in a little bookstore nook in London. I write where I feel inspired, however or whenever that may be.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Mustering it up myself is not often an option for me. My ADHD brain seeks dopamine where it can, but anyone with a dopamine deficiency will tell you that it's not an easy feat. lol But I always feel my most inspired before and during thunderstorms, or when I go to a location that excites me. I love abandoned places, cozy coffee shops, old libraries or bookstores, and castles/cathedrals. They give me a rush of energy which helps propel me to write. Hopefully once I get my physical health sorted, I'll be able to travel more, and therefore write more as well!

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I want my readers to know just by reading my writing that I come from my heart. Everything I write is a part of and an extension of me, and I put care and consideration into every word that ends up on the page once I publish. I want them to be able to feel that my work is a labor of love in every word.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I think scene setting and narration is probably my strength. I'm someone who is very detail-oriented in everything I do, and I tend to do more narration than anything else. Over the years I've been forcing myself to write more dialogue-based pieces just so I could practice getting better at it. So uh... hopefully I eventually do. lol

How do you feel about your own writing?

I'm of two minds about it most of the time. When I don't settle into my "writing trance", which is where words are essentially flowing out of me without anything to hinder them, I'm not too fond of it. When I am forced to kind of slug through the words until I have a flow, I usually don't like what comes out or how it sounds, and it takes me much longer. The writing trance happens very rarely, but when it does happen, it's amazing. I usually really enjoy what comes out of those moments.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

It's definitely a mix of both, because often times I garner inspiration from what others get excited by. I know that when others get excited about what I'm doing, I'm far more likely to be excited about it too, and my excitement is essential to me even hoping to finish something. But on the flip side, I will also write things that I feel like will only mean something to me, but they end up meaning a lot to others as well. I feel as though that's somewhat of the human experience: sharing the things we accomplish through the insistence of our hearts. When we share and are received positively, we are inspired to continue sharing.

~

Tagging, Darlings: @senualothbrok @thechaoticdruid @dark-and-kawaii

[chalicepumasway]

Hello God, Cub/Scar/Grian Fanfic. Watchers/Chaos series

Hello God

                Cub/Scar/Grian Watchers/Chaos fanfic written by ChalicePumaSway

Edited 8/23/2024. Corrected Cleo's pronouns.

                Cub retreated from Grian’s companionship after the Permit Master Event. He needed to get the death and chaos energy he had collected into the vessel before too much loss had occurred. He stepped through the sculk at his base, a spot no one would suspect led to his inbetween world.

                He passed door after door of worlds he had conquered. The smell of rotting dragon flesh and smoldering beds tickled his nose. He finally cross into his chaos domain.

                His vex wings popped into existence as he floated down the meticulously created vessel for storing the chaos energy he had been instructed to collect by Upper Management. He stood there watching the images of Cleo’s drowning and False being shot by a pillager with his name, the other deaths passing deeper in to the vessel getting lost in the energy before he could watch them in their entirety.

                He floated up on his vex wings and touched the markers where Total Chaos had added an abundance to this. He passed the marks where the Sculking of the Empires world had been far more successful than even he had imagined. The energy had continued to flow long after he stopped having access to that world.

                He paused at the platform on the top of the vessel. He looked over his Chaos Domain, bits of worlds he had spent years in dwelled here along side this machine. A world full of wool and banners had given a small room of chests and walls covered in strange symbols. He added a copy of Joel’s strange banner to that setting with a wave of his his hand. A red stone machine sliced down the center with half missing with notations on signs like a diagram of human anatomy. On the platform itself strings pulsing with energy flowed into the statues of those most important in this machine.

                First was closest to his heart, Scar, his brother in one world, lover in another. No matter the relation there was a deeply profound connection that seemed to extend out into a world he had only glimpsed. This connection was always there, by choice or compulsion it was all the same.

                The second was Grian, the fallen Watcher, and war author. This connection was almost as important as Scar and in some ways more so. In the battle between chaos, True Chaos, and the Watchers with their sick games, only Grian and him truly knew what it meant to be on the battle front.

                The third was Martyn, a favorite of the Watchers. He had come to Cub when the Blazeling, Tango, had drawn more of the Watchers food together in Decked Out the Sequel. Those who had truly loved the Blazeling’s game, Etho, Pearl, Scar had been some of the best food the Watchers had known. Tango’s own suffering at the hands of the Watchers was on full display in the Frozen Citadel. Martyn had seen the chaos in Cub and his ability to best the Blazeling’s mad world and had chosen him as a mentor. Cub needed more to his connection with Martyn but he trusted in time.

                The fourth was Skizz, the soul from which the boogeyman had spawned. His own POE along side Scar. Another bit of food the Watchers loved so terribly much. The connection there was stronger than Martyn’s but he was only a pawn of the Watchers and was no favorite. Cub still felt he had chosen well, for Skizz’s soul held chaos better than anyone besides Scar and Grian. Even Martyn had appreciated it.

                He stepped outside the circle of his four chosen souls to those just off the platform. Those he was nurturing but hadn’t quite manifested enough connection in one manner or another to be adding to the platform. They would serve their own purpose in the future and each had been chosen as carefully as the center four.

                Cleo, undead and vex were close in many respects. Their burning of the dark oak grove and their vengeance on BigB were beautiful moments he would have loved to collect. Their connection to the Watchers was merely a pawn and his strongest connection to them was as an adversary. Such moments as their museum battle caused such lovely distress as people’s builds lost entire pieces and bits of history were battled over and sought. As friend it was few and far between when they worked together. Perhaps one day that would change.

                Pearl, another pawn of the Watchers, her skills were growing legendary, was there nothing she couldn’t master? If she could best him at pvp and soon redstone then he would have to consider her a rival in all worlds. Perhaps she could even stop him. Her victory in the Watchers game was as devastating and bloody as he himself could hope to have.

                Mumbo, a pawn of the Watchers and a fondness of Grian’s. His skills in many ways were changing. What to expect from him next was perhaps an explosion in competitive behavior. Perhaps not, it had never been his strong suit. Cub had tested his blood thirst with the new mace, it was a puzzle as much as an item of death.  He would see where Mumbo’s recent chaos in the shopping district with the billboard, and his shop protests would lead. He had stood against Doc, so perhaps….perhaps.

                Speaking of Doc, his connection to the Watchers was non existent, but his Chaos and passion for Destruction was legendary. He saw in Cub the same things, accusing him of the silliness with the ore snatcher. Doc did not know all the worlds open to Cub and the grand scale of his works. Cosmic machines were his passion and the smallness of the ore snatching seemed so limited but had intersected with his Labyrinth which he respected and hated all at once. His Labyrinth had produced a small amount when Jevin got caught in it. Not enough for the effort he had invested in it but he would need it in the future.

                For Now was the time. Upper Management had placed him with Skizz, Grian, and Scar in the Permit Office for the final push. A black shirt, gold name tag, red tie, and khakis  had been enough to insert him where he could do the best chaos. Vex magic in X’s shop and the hurried energy of a deadline had done its job. The Permit Master had finished it. Now was the time and place. They had said he would know where to go with this when the time came and he did.

                He stepped back into he circle of the platform and grabbed the strings connected to the four. He wrapped two strings over each hand. He slid the cover over with his foot and dropped into the center of the vessel, which held years of accumulated chaos energy. It surged through him and his form changed. His skin went gray, his grin spread wide, wider than his face into his skull, eyes glowing white. A golden cap slid down with stripes between his eyes and a scratchy beard covered withered pale skin. The infection of sculk flowed from underneath the cap down his face and neck over his arms and down his legs. His white eyes glowed blue and the infection pulsed. In rapid succession he began to change quicker through all the competitive forms, silly, cute, and clever. The rapid pulse of change slowed and stopped with a crown on his head, shades over his eyes, and golden beads over a navy t-shirt. The crown slid off into the chaos around him and the beads shattered into colored dots that shot back at his face and torso. His lab coat and multicolored splatter shifted back into the black shirt and tie and khakis he started with. Only his green eyes sparked with blue and white light.

                He screamed and pulled hardest on the strongest string as the world began to shift and change. Purple eyes peered at him from outside the vessel, a friendly pair at first, but more and more of the purple eyes, many murderous and hungry eyes. The Vex and Sculk in him flared a blinding darkness and those eyes closed and only the friendly eyes remained.

                He dropped into a desert with a sandcastle atop a mountain. He looked around and saw no one. Two familiar voices came closer. He saw a ravine between them and him. With a quick flash he hid it from sight.

                “Sorry buddy, we need you to die here so I can move forward.” He spoke the words softly, a tiny chuckle dropped out of him at the word sorry.

                A scream followed by Grian calling out to Scar yielded the proper amount of flow for him to move forward.

                He floated behind Etho standing on a pillar, fishing rod in hand. The two voices below them bantered back and forth in an excited state.

                Cub leaned forward to Ethos and whispered “Now…..Kill Scar.”

                The fishing line surged forward as Etho’s cry of the Boogyman’s triumph filled the air.

                The energy pushed Cub forward once again.

                He stood over Scar as he peered into a massive collection of zombies. He grinned a second and tosses a wind charge at his friend. Into the pit of zombies he went.

                Scar and Grian’s cries echoed as the energy lurched him unstably forward.

                He stood behind Martyn as Impulse and Scott began to shed their gear. Martyn shuddered and turned. He looked up at Cub with eyes wide. Cub grinned his Vex smile.

                “Ooops too far ahead.”  With a puff of smoke he was gone. He moved back to Grian relieving Scar of his last moments, plunging a sword into him. The death shot him ahead the final time.

                He floated down on the Watcher’s statue or as it was called here, the Secret Keeper. Books piled on the ground around a frantic Scar. Cub’s own form was corrupted by the travel through the worlds. He was a patch work. The left side of his face was covered in sculk with blue eyes, the right side was grey with white eyes, his mouth covered in a beard, his black shirt and khakis were covered in dye splatters but his gold name tag was pristine.

                Scar had yet to notice him. He flexed his blue corruption over grey hands and produced a golden apple. He chomped down on it and used it to regain some of his strength.

                Scar turned at the sound and the sunflowers on his cape seemed to perk up. “Hello God.”

                “Hello my boy.”

                “I wish you were real Cub. I am really lonely.” Scar looked back down at the books around him, picking another one up and a shudder went through his shoulders after mouthing the words again.

                Cub stepped off the statue and slowly floated down on a horizontal angle. He continued to eat the golden apple and watched Scar pick another book up and do the same mad motion of reading it.

                “I did come all the way to see you, you could at least pretend I exist. “ His Vex side grinned so wide it went around the back of his head and touched the sculk side on the back.

                Scar looked up and blinked at him once, then twice. “I could, couldn’t I? Best conversation I’ve had in ages. Would you like to see my sunflower fields?”

                “Of course buddy. We can wander around the whole server and you can tell me about murdering your mother and father.” Cub was still slowly floating down as Scar stood up and brushed his flowers into a less disheveled state.

                A voice called from above Cub. “No no no you can’t play into Scar’s illusions and madness it will only grow.”

                Cub turned while floating down and put his hand behind his head as if comfortably laying on an invisible bed. Above  him with purple wings and eyes Grian rested on the statue he just jumped off of. “I blame you for this I hope you know. Instead of killing him you took on Gem and the Scotts and completely drained yourself of power while whittling their hearts down to next to nothing. Forcing Scott Major to give his life to Gem.”

                “ugh, don’t blame me, blame Pearl for helping him win. I would have killed him earlier if I had ANY idea he would not only survive but not kill himself after the first book generated.” Grian swung his legs back and forth, purple symbols dancing around him and the one on the Secret Keeper glowed purple then red.

                “I do blame her as well. Her power grows. So quick in fact she will be a threat to us both before we can really prepare for her. Imagine a war fought on two sides instead of just between True Chaos and the Watchers.“ Cub landed softly on the ground, resting there without moving or shifting position as if he had planned this all along, the buttons between him and Scar. “Scar dying on purpose has always been his weakness. He dies on accident all the time and has never properly learned how to die intentionally.”

                “Hey! Is that true? Do I not know how to suicide?” Scar had come to lean on the win button which popped out another book.

                “Brother, lover, friend, you would be dead already if you knew how. Instead of sitting here in your own madness waiting for me to come reclaim this part of your vex soul.” Cub popped up onto his feet in a smooth movement and took Scar’s face in both hands, grey and covered in blue sculk.

                “You can’t kill him, Cub. The Watchers have him here and have been feeding on his misery for ages now it seems.” Grian said all this as a matter of fact but his face turned into a sad sorrowful pout.

                The rage and wrath in him began to bubble, the other parts of him slid off onto the ground, a beard’s worth of hair, a golden name tag, and colorful splatter ringed the ground around him and some of it got onto Scar’s sunflowers. In its place a monster made completely of Vex and Sculk rose. The vex wings bubbled with sculk, antennae grew from Cub’s head and his mouth turned into a horror mask of a scream, his eyes disappeared into a vex grin that replaced them. He roared and Grian recoiled for a second. Cub flew to face off with Watcher Grian, his wrath formed a sword in one hand and an ax in the other.

                Grian stared at the monstrous form before him.  His Watcher part flared strongly and his wings grew large with eyes all over them, his body became speckled in eyes as well. Cub could not see and therefore the Watcher powers  were ignored as insignificant. He heard all the blinking of the eyes and reached out with his darkness powers and blinded all the eyes.

                “Your KIND trapped a Vex ALONE here for ages! We die easily it is NOTHING TO US. To be separated from other Vex Souls or other SOULS to bleed and torment, and to feed on that misery!?! NOW THAT is a DECLARATION OF WAR! I am here to RESPOND IN KIND. I am READY FOR WAR, WAR AUTHOR. You WRITE WARS as if they are STORIES TO BE READ.  Here I am to PROCLAIM YOUR BLINDNESS has led to your DOOM.” The words poured from both mouths, the loud screeching from the Vex Mouth and the deep rumbles from the Warden face.