#Unless we are implying that her hair is alive

[completeoveranalysis]

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Clamp agreed! Watanuki and Mokona team up time! Time for shenanigans!

One of Mokona’s 108 Special Skills: GPS Navigation

The more we learn the stranger this all becomes - if she’s this wealthy then why would she need to go to spooky wish store to learn how to cook? With this amount of money there’s an unlimited number of ways she could have just paid for the same service. Or is she just really lonely?

Either way the fact that she says she heard about the store in the first place is surely going to be relevant later. 

And I DO love that Watanuki is picking up on things all on his own, even if he can’t quite decipher it at first glance. 

[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

Hi! I would love to request some cuddling scenarios with Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox!

SOFT MOMENT OF NON SEXUAL INTIMACY?! IN THIS HOUSE?! Yes, please!

It's implied romantic but could be queer platonic or a queer/nontraditional couple.

Lucifer

This man wants snuggles. Any way he can get them any time, he isn't required to not be physically attached to you. He really struggles with derealization/depersonalization. His depression gets bad, he isolates, and time has pretty much lost meaning to him after being around so long, so he just kinda, wastes away into sadness. It's how he and Charlie fell apart the first time, and he really doesn't want it to happen again.

Having you around to just talk to, hold hands with, sit on your lap, or you in his, it helps. It's like a reminder that he's still alive and someone wants to be around him. Someone wants to spend time with him. That you care. It also motivates him to stay in contact with Charlie instead of convincing himself she's better without him.

He still loves Lillith, regrets they aren't together, but he doesn't blame her for leaving. He's more upset with how it affects Charlie. So he makes extra effort to spend time with you, to acknowledge how important you are to him. He's so paranoid about ruining this relationship. This man has centuries of being told everything is his fault, everything wrong with the world, and is forced to face that supposed truth every day he rules Hell.

His favorite thing is just pulling you on top of him like a weighted blanket, wrapping his wings around the both of you, and laying in a dark, warm, cocoon. He'll take deep breaths, pet your hair, and just let himself finally relax. The first few times you'd stayed quiet, assuming that's what he wanted, but it just makes it easier for him to disassociate.

Now you talk to him, softly, about your day, ask about his. You slowly get him to open up about his favorite things, good memories he has of Lillith, baby Charlie, the sins, times before the Fall. It's a long process to get him to talk about it. Please be patient and gentle with him. He likes when you play with his fingers while he talks, just holding his hand and twisting and turning it, moving his rings around, just don't touch his wedding ring please, maybe you even manage to do his nails in this position.

His second favorite is when you help preen his feathers, gently massaging his wing joints, polishing each feather with the oil from his glands, using your thumbs to work out knots in the muscles around the base. It always turns into a full back massage that leaves him purring, making happy sighing sounds and little moans. He usually falls asleep like this. Don't worry though, once he wakes up, he's definitely returning the favor. He does head massages too! He prepares a little personal spa day for you.

He isn't really looking for anything more intimate when he's in one of sadder moods and is cuddling with you to feel better, he wouldn’t turn it down, he's too afraid you'd be upset, but he really just wants to be held or to hold someone. It's the little things that really make you special to him, and he cherishes every second you guys are together.

Alastor

We all know Alastor isn't a fan of being touched unless he initiates it. There are very few exceptions to this, so you have to be pretty close to him to even get the option to cuddle him.

You'll have to start slow, like holding his hand. A lot of people think he's the type to not want to do too much PDA, but like, look at how he is with Rosie and Mimzy in front of everyone. He doesn't care. Not for small things like hand holding. This eventually leads to him putting his arm around your waist as you're walking together, or around your shoulders if you're sitting next to each other so you can lean on his shoulder.

Now more intimate gestures, like cheek kisses, forehead kisses, petting his ears, those are private. He will resist at first, preferring to lavish you with attention, but be stubborn, match his energy, especially the witty banter, and eventually you'll wear him down.

It's canon that Alastor's hardly ever sleeps, so I imagine if you're a motherly type, (regardless of gender), or someone he genuinely trusts (because its not about if he's safe. He's the Radio Demon, very few sinners are a threat to him, so being a little vulnerable with you is safe no matter the level of trust) he's going to pass out.

You're in his room (or yours, but he prefers his) and he agreed to let you pet his ears. You settle on the bed, his head on your chest or lap, and he closes his eyes, soft jazz music playing from some unseen source, and maybe you're watching something on your phone, (he allows it only if it's something he can enjoy as well, but he usually winds up listening more than watching because screens hurt his eyes after awhile) more likely you're listening to a podcast, Alastor likes listening to true crime with you.

Your fingers gently run through his hair at first. You tease him about the bob sometimes, but understand that he's prone to pulling his hair out otherwise. Eventually you notice the music has stopped and Alastor's fast asleep, the smile on his face is so small it nearly doesn't exist, and his breathing is slow and even. His ears twitch when you stop petting them, and he stirs a bit, so you quickly resume playing with them and he falls back asleep.

(His tail is sensitive too, if you ever wanna fluster him, just run a finger down his spine to that cute little tail and give it a gentle tug.)

Alastor is also prone to play biting, so if you're an excited nibbler who gives noms, expect your cuddles to end up with a few bite marks.

Vox

It's really hard for him to sit still long, so if he's working late and you want to spend time with him, just crawl yourself into his lap and get comfy. He'll grumble and complain about the distraction, but it's all for show. He'll put his arm around your waist and trace your hipbones with his thumb, or play with your hair, run his fingers up and down your back, just small fidgety things.

He understands his head is inconvenient for snuggles, and he may not be the most comfortable. (I headcanon his body is built like the Detroit Become Human bots, with like silicone padding to appear/feel like skin, but it's hard plastic and metal and wires underneath with biomechanical parts inside.)

He is warm, though, and has the constant hum of his internal fans and electricity, so he's great for sensory snuggles. He's great for when you're sore or have migraines (surprisingly, but he can turn his brightness down at will). He likes to do more traditional forms of PDA.

He walks with his hand on your lower back. (He and Alastor both absolutely do the subconscious walk with their partners on the inside and them closest to the streets or alleyways. Lucifer would, but he probably isn't even aware it's a thing.)

You're cooking/baking/doing anything with your back to him, he puts his hands on your waist and leans against you. He's 7ft tall so he probably won't lean his entire body on you, but enough to feel close to you.

His favorite snuggles are disgustingly domestic. Like, his all time favorite, is when you're both sitting together on a couch, enjoying a movie or show, or maybe you're reading or on your phone or gaming, and he's working, just anytime you're occupying the couch together and existing, he'll pull your feet into his lap and massage them.

It's not like, a fetish thing, he just thinks it's sweet. A nice gesture to show how much he appreciates what you do, how hard you work. He'll massage your ankles and calfs too. He's also prone to trying to play with your hair and massage your scalp when you're laying on his chest at night, but his claws get tangled easily. Settles for rubbing your shoulders/back.

He likes when you rub his back and neck too. The man spends way too much time hunched over his desk at work. His back aches from doing the gremlin hunch over his desk to standing ramrod straight in front of cameras, sitting properly and confidently, stiff as a fucking board. You once teased him about how he could just use one of his cardboard cutouts as a stand-in, and no one would know.

Other times, he likes to lay on you. The first few times he sprawled across your lap seeking affection and reassurance for his fragile ego, you'd been so nervous to crack his screen. But now you're more used to it and will even playfully try and poke it/tap it. Between you and Valentino, Vox has had to rule out ever getting a touch screen for a head, because neither of you will stop fucking with it. It does make him laugh, though, adorable little giggles he'd rather die than let the general public hear. It usually turns into a playful wrestling match and aggressive cuddles with a side of petty static electricity from Vox.

[piesafterdark]

Predictions for Arcane as a franchise + my thoughts! Season 2, Act 3 spoilers ahead.

jayce, viktor, and jinx can't be dead. Let me tell you why.

no. 1, Arcane's been pretty explicit with deaths. Silco, Vi and Cait's moms, Benzo, the sergeant from season 1 act 1 etc etc we've all seen dead bodies, time pass without them coming back, or character arcs shifting to accommodate deaths (lsha's and Silco's death shaping Jinx). In season 2, Maddie's, Ambessa's, and random extra's deaths were all shown on screen. Therefore, if we don't see a body, the body's still moving.

no. 2, while this is Arcane's last season, there's going to be more Runeterra shows. Of course we don't know what's going to happen over there, but I don't think Riot and Fortische are just going to throw Arcane's characters away unless they do. "the arcane is waking up" and all that jazz. Seems to me like the arcane isn't back to sleep, and who has experience with the arcane. Oh, right, all these cool guys. Leading to points 3 and 4.

no. 3, Jayce's crystal, given to him by the mage (Viktor) in season 1, was used for teleportation, if I remember correctly. Rather than dying/getting sucked into the crystal, they've been teleported somewhere else and will be used to shift the focus onto that location. This fits. Moving to a completely different location would disrupt the glorious evolution. Plus we didn't see their bodies so.

EDIT: apparently it was the rune of insight or smth. my bad. Still, theres a chance? Please Riot, pleaaseee

from arcanegifs

no. 4, Jinx my beloved. There was a line of shimmer leaving the explosion at the bottom of the pit, and the epilogue of Cait looking at the pit and seeing air ducts hints that Jinx/Powder escaped. I'm pretty sure the Zepplin shown at the end was to imply she left Piltover and Zaun, finally becoming her own person. Throughout the show, her identity was determined by her relationships (hair mirroring Silco's, smoke tattoos for Vi, mental illness from causing her brothers' deaths), and with hallucination Silco suggesting the best way to change the Cycle of Killing is leaving, that's what she chose to do. Additionally, her handwriting for the "the end" at the finale suggests that she was there to write it. She's alive guys trust me. Her change of scenery can be used to shift the focus to a different location.

My personal Thoughts:

on no. 4, I would hate it if they decided to kill Jinx after she found herself. It's overused. Seeing Jinx/Powder finally become herself without Silco's, Zaun's, and her sister's baggage in a new place would be super interesting. As someone who doesn't play League, I've heard there's some blond character she's shipped with from a different country/city? Foreshadowing perhaps? Plus it'd be so in character for her to start a new series with a chaotic "I bet you're wondering what I did after I faked my death."

Cait and Vi will probably remain in Piltover/Zaun doing reform (the show's whole point). The reason why Vi didn't look super duper sad is probably because she's going through shock or because Cait reassured her that Jinx/Powder isn't dead (air ducts). Ekko's probably going to do reform w/ the power couple because that's his motivation.

The sex scene's context is a bit odd, but Jinx literally gave Vi permission to be with Cait so... ? When life gives you lemons, give your gf head i guess. Wish Cait did apology head though, she really hurt Vi... But then again, Vi probably wanted to get lost in the sauce and forget about everything around her, hence the "I don't fucking care" comment.

Jayce was right, Viktor was blinded. Love that they're in love.

It's so interesting to see Sevika going from backing revolutionaries (Silco and Vander) to becoming a revolutionary herself and actually getting a seat on the council!! She went from kingmaker to king.

Thought season 2 was kinda rushed? Idk wished we had hour long episodes just to flesh things out.... still a great season.

It's not over. With the success this show's been giving Netflix, there's at least twenty more on the horizon. God bless Riot and Fortische.

going to go cry now.

[and-claudia]

Against All Odds pt.4 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

Time skip

WARNINGS: ANGST!!!!!! Mentions of abortions, arguing

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit

Wordcount: 4200+ (I am so sorry it's so long)

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It’s crazy how three years of being happy and in love can come shattering to the ground with a two-word sentence. 

“I’m pregnant.” The words seemed to be echoing in the small living room of my and Joel’s apartment. 

He stood there. His expression was unreadable. I was debating on if I should repeat myself or just wait it out. I chose the latter. It felt like time had slowed as I stared back at him waiting anxiously. At this point, I would be happy if he would even just yell at me to get out. Anything seemed better than this deafening silence I was being forced to endure. 

A heavy sigh. 

Okay, good. We’re getting somewhere. 

Then he turned and began pacing, running his fingers up through his hair, then wiping his hands down his face as he tried to process what I had said. I stayed quiet. 

“How? How did this even happen? We’re always so careful.” He said. 

“I mean not every time. Ther-” 

“No. I’ve been careful. I know damn well I have been. Maybe you haven’t.” He cut me off with his suggestion. 

“I know you’re not implying that I’ve cheated on you, Joel.” I said, clearly hurt, “There have been plenty of times where we weren’t. I mean hell if I had to guess this probably happened on my birthday. We definitely were not careful then. So don’t you dare try to accuse me of cheating.” 

I felt a wave of relief when he stepped forward and pulled me to him. I hadn’t realized that tears had begun falling from my eyes until I could see them staining his shirt. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry, ‘m just shocked. It’s okay. Don’t worry, we’ll get it taken care of.”

His words made me pull back but not completely out of his arms, “What do you mean?” 

“We can get you an abortion pill, I know they still have those. We’ll get one and take care of this.” He explained. 

“No…” I shook my head, “I don’t want to do that Joel… I mean I know this wasn’t planned but I’m honestly kinda excited about having our own little family.” I admitted. 

“Sweetheart… I just, I can’t do this again. It’s been so long since I’ve been around small kids, let alone a baby. Shit, it’s been 30 years since I’ve held a baby probably, longer than you’ve been alive.” 

That made me step away from him. At first, I thought he meant he couldn’t do this again because of what happened to his daughter. I wouldn’t blame him for that at all. He hadn’t talked about her again in the three years we’d been together, not unless he was waking up from a nightmare. 

“So you don’t want this baby because you don’t want to have to start over again?” I asked, disgusted for even thinking that was going to be his reasoning. 

“I mean it’s just been so long since I’ve done this.” 

“Okay, so? I’ve never done this, hell, Joel, I’ve never even actually held a baby! I am 25 years old and I’ve never held a baby let alone raised one! I was also the youngest in my family so I know literally nothing about raising a kid. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want this baby any less.” 

He reverted to silence once again. I couldn’t take it. I needed to get out of here. 

“You know what? It’s Wednesday, I was supposed to go to the market earlier… I am going to go now. Do whatever the fuck you want to here. Pack your shit, hell pack my shit, kick me out. I don’t care.” I said, walking over to the kitchen counter to grab my bag and the money we set aside for food at the market. 

“Take your gun.” He called to me. 

“I am.” I snapped as I grabbed it and tucked it into the top of my jeans before letting my shirt cover it. 

When I got to the market there weren’t that many people there thank goodness. I went over to the vendor that always has potatoes and was surprised to see that he still had most of his produce there considering it was pretty late in the day.

“Not selling this week?” I asked as I walked up. 

“Nope. Not at this price.” He said, clearly not happy. 

“I’m sorry. Give it a week though, they will be coming back next week when they realize how much they need them.” I tried to reassure him. 

“Let’s hope. Here is your bag.” He said, reaching down to grab the bag he stashed for Joel and me. 

We’ve helped him out with various things and this was how he paid us for it. I finished getting a few other things but took my time heading back to the apartment. When I got there, Joel was passed out on the couch. When I went to set my stuff down on the table I wasn’t too surprised to find the decanter of homemade moonshine half empty again, nor was it a shocker that there was a baggie with a couple of pills left in it. I just sighed and grabbed them both to put them away. When I came and saw what else was left out I was a little confused. Joel had gotten the maps out of their hiding place in the floor. I decided it wasn’t worth my time asking about now, not that I’d be able to wake him up anyways. Ever since his brother went radio silence on him he’s been a wreck. Instead, I put away the food I had gotten at the market and decided to just go to bed. 

The next morning when I woke up I heard two voices and I didn’t even have to guess who it was. I knew it was Tess. I quietly made my way over to the closed door, careful not to make my presence known just yet, and listened. 

“Trucks no good without the battery. And if I don’t get to Tommy soon, he’ll die out there.” I heard Joel say. 

What? Joel hadn’t mentioned anything about going to find Tommy. I continued to listen. From what I gathered this had been in the works for at least a little bit. They had a battery lined up for them but got screwed over. 

“We’ll get our money back and get the battery.” I heard Tess say to him. 

I finally opened the door making them turn their attention to the sound. They both froze when they saw me. 

“You’re leaving, together?” I asked. 

“Shit.” He mumbled. 

I turned around and slammed the door. I was beyond hurt. He wasn’t even going to tell me. I needed to clear my head, so I quickly got dressed then went over to the window before climbing out onto the fire escape. 

I wasn’t sure how long it had been but I continued to sit out there cross-legged. No tears fell, I didn’t have the energy for that, I just simply sat there thinking. Eventually, I heard the window slide open behind me but made no attempt to look at him. 

"Yn, come inside. You know it's not safe on that thing." He said gently. 

"Oh. So suddenly he cares." I said bitterly, “Thought you would have already left by now.” 

"Yn, I've always cared about you, always will." He said. 

"Bullshit." 

He sighed. I could hear him getting up and sitting back down on the windowsill. He didn't say a word after that. We stayed in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up again. 

"I thought my age didn't mean anything to you. I thought it never mattered that I was only 25." I said. 

"It doesn't." He said. 

"You're such a fucking liar, Joel... you told me that you couldn't do this again. That it had been over 30 years since you held a baby since you've raised a newborn. 30 years, longer than I've even been alive. Clearly, subconsciously my age has been an issue for you." I said finally turning to see him hanging his head down. 

He didn't speak up again. 

“We’re you going to tell me?” I asked referring to his plan to go find Tommy. 

“I was.” 

“When?” 

“Last night, but then you blindsided me with-” 

“I did not blindside you. I wasn’t expecting this either… so does this mean we’re done?” 

“I don’t know, like I said I can’t do this again. I think we just need to sit down and have a serious conversation about it all. Maybe this trip will give us both the time to think everything through and we can talk about it when I get back.” He suggested. 

“When you get back?... I’m goin' with y’all.” 

“Yn, no, you can’t.” 

“Why?” 

“You’re pregnant, you don’t need to be traveling all the way to Wyoming.” He tried to sound reasonable. 

“What do you care? You don’t even want the baby. Now move, I need to pack.” I said, standing up. 

He knew it was no use arguing with me once I made my mind up it was made and I was going to stick to it. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed that I was going. 

I grabbed my bag and threw in what I would need before tossing my gun in on top. Joel had already left the room and was getting the rest of the supplies together out in the living room. Lucky for Tess, we usually left the QZ from mine and Joel's apartment so she had stashes of supplies with ours so she was able to pack hers as well. Once we were packed we devised a plan. Well, they did. I didn’t know the details and Joel was being petty not telling me them and Tess was following along. All I knew was that we’d go into the old subway tunnels to come up through the bottom of the building where their guy that had their money and truck battery should be. 

“Alright, come on, kid.” Tess said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. 

“I’m not a fucking kid.” I snapped. 

“Damn, someone is not happy today.” She said, walking out the door. 

I grabbed Joel by the sleeve of his denim shirt to get him to hang back for a second. 

“Have you told her yet?” 

“No.” 

“Good. Don’t.” I said. 

“Hate to break it to you but she’ll find out eventually. Can’t hide it forever, sweetheart.” He shot back. 

“I know. And when I am ready to tell her about my baby, I will.” I said before letting go of his arm and following Tess out. 

The walk to the access point of the abandoned subway tunnels was quiet. When we finally made it to the building, the doors had been re-chained and locked once again. That had never deterred us before, it definitely wouldn’t do it today. Joel cut the chain and we were in. We took a second to get our guns and flashlights out. I had never liked going through the tunnels before, they were dark and damp and smelt like mildew. I wasn’t entirely sure if the smell had actually gotten worse since I had been down there or if maybe it was because I was pregnant but it was almost making me gag. 

And the deeper we got, the worse it smelt. I was half tempted to just turn back around. But I had a point to prove, I wouldn’t give Joel the satisfaction of leaving me here. When I heard Tess say she found the way out I was relieved. Once we got through the door I stopped in the small entry area as Tess went on ahead. 

“Joel, can you grab my water for me, I feel like I am going to puke?” I asked, trying to keep myself from puking, the air in here wasn’t nearly as bad. 

“I told you, you shouldn’t go with us.” He said but still stepped over to grab the canteen from my bag. 

Before he got a chance to grab it though we heard Tess yell. That caused both of us to spring into action and follow where she had gone, guns ready. When we made it around the corner we saw no immediate threats, but as my eyes scanned I saw why she had yelled. 

Fused to the wall was, what used to be, a person. Their body was completely taken over by the fungus. 

“It’s dead.” 

“No shit, Joel.” I said back. 

“I know, I just wasn’t really expecting it.” 

“Was he not here last time?” I asked and she shook her head. 

“You think he came down here after he was infected?” Tess asked. 

Joel was quick to respond with, “Maybe down here is where he was infected.” 

“I’m sure we’re fine…” I said trying not to dwell on that idea too much. 

“Yeah, let's just keep moving.” Tess said, turning and leading the way once again. 

We finally made it to a sketchy-looking ladder. Tess went first, then me, and lastly Joel. As we climbed Joel made a comment about the construction of the building itself, something about it getting updated in the 80s or something. Despite the fact I didn’t always know what he was talking about when it came to construction, I always loved hearing and learning about his old interests. Tess cracked a joke teasing him about his construction-nerd comment, which made me smile slightly. We climbed a little bit higher before Tess got off the ladder. 

It was a small landing with only a single door. 

“This should lead into the hallway.” She said as she went to push it. 

“Is it stuck? Or is something blocking it?” I asked after it didn’t budge. 

“What the fuck?” She asked, shoving it again. 

Then the smell hit me. 

“Okay, I know y’all have got to be able to smell that.” I said. 

“Yeah, it’s gunpowder.” Joel confirmed 

We all scanned the area around us for its source. Then Tess found it, seeping up from under the door was a stream and pool of blood. She shoved the door a little harder and was able to move the body that was slumped in front of it. 

When we made it through I was shocked. There were probably at least half a dozen dead people. Beside one of the men was the truck battery. I didn’t know much about cars, but I did know one that corroded wouldn’t have worked. 

As if to confirm my thought Tess spoke up from where she was squatting down beside it, “Well, the battery’s no good.” 

“Do you think he knew?” I asked. 

“Oh yeah. He knew, and he still tried selling it, twice. Greedy motherfucker.” Tess said as she stood. 

Just as she finished speaking we heard something further up the hall. Joel wasted no time, bringing his gun up and going in pursuit of the sound. I was right behind him, my own gun raised as well. 

“Stay back I got this.” He said quietly over his shoulder. 

“What if there is more than one?” 

He gave no answer and just continued down the hall. We rounded a corner and there was someone trying to help another person up off the ground. Before we got close enough to them the door to our right swung open. I stepped back in time, but Joel didn’t react quickly enough. Someone lept out of the now open door, knife in hand. Joel threw them to the ground quickly and pointed his gun at them. It was then that I realized it was a kid, couldn’t be older than 15. 

“Joel?” The lady down the hall called out. 

I turned my attention back to her and brought my gun up to aim it at her just as a precaution. 

“Marleen?” Joel asked back. 

They know each other?

The lady, now known to me as Marleen, checked on the girl who said she was fine. But then she went to grab the knife she had lost after getting thrown to the ground by Joel, but he quickly stepped on it blocking her from being able to. 

Marleen then called the girl’s name, Ellie, to get her attention. That’s when she noticed that Marleen was hurt. She had just finished reassuring her when Tess joined us. 

“So this is who Robert screwed us over with?” 

The two of them continued a small banter as my attention went back to the girl. I saw her reach for the knife again. Joel quickly turned to point his gun at her. 

“Don’t.” He warned, causing Marleen and the person she was helping to bring their own guns up to point them at him. 

“Not at her!” Marleen said firmly, as Tess and I both aimed our guns back at her and the person with her, “Point it at me.” 

I stole a glance at Ellie, her hands were raised and she looked terrified. Joel slowly took his aim off her and brought it back to Marleen. 

“No offense,” She began, “Our reason for needing that battery is much bigger than yours. Tommy is just one man…” She paused to gauge Joel’s reaction, “It’s our job to know things.” 

“To know things.” Joel repeated, “You’re the same cause that caused my brother to turn against me.” 

“Okay, Joel.” Marleen said as if they have had this conversation before. 

Marleen’s friend finally spoke up, “That was a lot of gunfire.” 

“That means FEDRA will be here soon.” I added, knowing we needed to get the hell out of here. 

“I know.” Marleen said quietly as if she were deep in thought about something. She sighed before speaking up again. 

“We were going to move Ellie out of the QZ tonight. But now we won’t make it anywhere, not for a while at least… So, now I’m thinking, you’re gonna do it.” She said. 

“What?” 

“Like hell we are.” 

“I’m not goin’ with them!” 

Me, Joel, and Ellie all spoke at the same time.

I turned to look at Tess as Joel did the same, “Tess we don’t have time this.” He said. 

“Who is she?” Tess asked, ignoring Joel. 

“For you, consider her cargo.” 

“We don’t smuggle people.” Joel said to Marleen. 

“There is a team of Fireflies waiting for her at the old State House. I know what’s out there. We were going with an entire squadron for that very reason. Now I don’t have that, and I don’t have a truck with FEDRA closing in. All have now is you. And I know what you are capable of… For better or worse.” Marleen said. 

I glanced down at Ellie as she spoke up, “What are they capable of?” 

“You don’t want to know.” I said quietly to her, shaking my head slightly. 

“You get her there safely,” Marleen continued, “and they’ll give you what you need. Not just a battery, but the whole thing. Anything you need. I swear.” 

Joel stayed silent as he looked back at Tess and me. I glanced between the two of them waiting for one of them to make a decision about what we were doing. Tess finally nodded for Joel and me to step away with her so we could discuss. 

“I don’t think I trust her.” I said once we stopped. 

“Neither do we, but she seems desperate.” Tess said. 

“A Firefly vehicle usually means stuff repurposed from FEDRA which would give us a better-than-decent chance makin’ it to Tommy. The second we hand that kid over-” Joel got cut off. 

“Y’all can talk it through but keep in mind I am bleeding out still.” Marleen called out to us. 

We waited a moment before Tess turned back to them. 

“Okay so here’s the deal. We’ll get her to the State House. But we will not hand her over until we have been given everything we want. If not, we kill her, there and then.” 

I wanted to protest that plan but before I could, Marleen said it was a deal. 

“Really? That fast?” Ellie asked. 

“I was thinking the same thing.” I mumbled to myself. 

“You are all that matters. Go grab your bag.” 

It took her a second but she got up and went back into the room to get it. When she got back I let her go ahead of me, following Tess with Joel at the rear of our small group. We walked through the rain back to the apartment. When we got there Joel handed Tess the key to unlock it. She did and held it open for Ellie, I followed behind her. Then Tess was closing the door. 

“Keep an eye on the kid, Joel and I need a second.” She said. 

“Seriously? I can help plan!” I yelled through the door. 

I could hear them discussing which route we take and Bill and Franks. With a sigh, I turned to Ellie. 

“You can go set your bag down.” I said, nodding her over to the living room.

I waited by the door for Joel to come back inside. He eventually did and went straight to the couch. 

“What’s the plan?” I asked. 

“Kill time until it’s dark, then leave.” He said matter of factly. 

“Kill time? What are we supposed to do?” 

“Figure it out.” He snapped before closing his eyes. 

“Just don’t talk to him right now, Ellie. He’s in a bad mood.” I said. 

“Clearly.” She said making me laugh a little. 

“You like card games?” I asked, grabbing our deck off the shelf.

“Yeah.” She smiled, walking over to the table where I had already sat down. 

We played for a bit before I told her I was going to take a short nap before it got dark and advised her to do the same. I went to mine and Joel’s room to lie down on the bed there. 

I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep for, but I was being woken up by Tess. 

“You comin’ or what? Get a jacket, kid. Come on.” She said. 

I quickly got up and went to grab my jacket but hesitated. I wasn’t sure how long we’d be out there. Hopefully not long but if something goes wrong and we’re away longer than we expect, I didn’t want my jacket not to fit when I start showing so instead, I grabbed one of Joel’s older ones and threw that on. When I walked out wearing it Joel gave me a weird look. 

“That mine?” 

“I couldn’t find mine, let’s just go.” I lied. 

“You’re still coming with us?” He asked. 

“Oh my gosh, yes, Joel. I am going. Deal with it.” 

And with that, I left the apartment. 

We made it out and passed the patrols. Then we made it outside of the walls, but we weren’t in the clear yet. They had patrols on the wall. Tess was leading our group, then Ellie behind her, then me, then Joel. We had just about made it when we failed, trying to sneak past a footguard taking a piss. I felt a wave of panic but then when he realized who we were and didn’t just shoot us I felt a little better. 

“Get on your knees!” He kept yelling at us. 

“Just do it.” Tess said, getting down. 

I followed her lead, no need in making this difficult. Joel and Ellie followed as well. 

“Look, you let us do this run we will split the cards with you.” Tess tried to bargain but it wasn’t working. He had us facing away from him and was about to test all of us for infection. I still hated getting this done. Tess went first as she continued to try and sweeten the deal with him. When he got behind me, Joel reached over to grab my hand to give me some comfort, knowing I hated this, but I pulled it away quickly just as the device pricked me. Then he went on to Joel, who also tried to negotiate a better deal for us to be let go, he wasn’t biting. He got to Ellie, but to everyone’s surprise, she whipped around and stabbed the guard in the leg. As Ellie stood I was quick to get to my feet to stand in front of her as the guard aimed his rifle at her. 

“Get out of my fucking way!” The guard yelled. 

“No.” I said firmly. 

By this point Joel had gotten up and was now in front of me, “We can fix this!” 

“Move.” 

It all happened so fast. One moment Joel was in front of me blocking me from the rifle, next he had tackled the guard to the ground and was beating the shit out of him. There was nothing I could do besides watch. 

“Hey, guys!” Tess yelled getting mine and Joel's attention. 

She held up the device the guard was using to test us for infection. It was lit up red. Ellie tried to argue that she wasn’t sick. I tuned out her and Tess arguing and just looked at Joel waiting for him to react. The sound of sirens broke me from my trance. 

“We need to get the fuck out of here. Now!”

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[psychic-refugee]

This is taking most of the situations out of context and grossly ignores Bianca’s own toxic behaviour.  

Xavier broke up with Bianca because it’s implied she used her powers ON him, without his permission. She admits “I make one mistake, and you can’t forgive me.” (Woe is the Loneliest Number). I don’t think it’s unreasonable to lose trust in someone who would force their will onto you via powers. If anything, she’s the toxic one in that moment because she brushes off what she did as no big deal when he’s made it clear it upset him. Why give someone a second chance when they seem totally disingenuous? She proved herself to be manipulative. Not just with him, but with everyone. She's lying to everyone about who she is. She poisoned her fellow Nightshade to win the competition.

Xavier tells Wednesday not to trust her visions because she doesn’t have full context. “The first thing he’ll tell you is that visions can’t be trusted. They only show one part of the picture.” (Friend or Woe). An example is her vision of Rowan. She sees him die but has no idea in what context or why. It turns out she inadvertently caused his death because the Hyde was protecting her. If she never ran to the woods and followed him, Rowan would likely still be alive because WE know that Tyler is the Hyde and would have been with Wednesday if she had run away from Nevermore as she originally planned. I’m aware that Wednesday is written as perfect and overpowered, but Xavier is right in this instance. She’s working backwards and using the visions to explain what she wants them to mean instead of just admitting she doesn’t know something. It's like reading one random paragraph in a novel and thinking you can expound the entire story just from that. Further, Xavier tells a psychic that no psychic can solely rely upon their visions, not just Wednesday. He’s not targeting her specifically, he’s acknowledging a flaw in their powers, which is a) true and b) Wednesday never practiced or had a handle on her powers. She admits this to Thing when they’re at the Crackstone barn. "No, I can’t just touch something." Id. She can’t call forth a vision at will nor has any control of what she sees. Not trusting her visions is a fair assessment even if he was specifically speaking about her. It’s not “mansplaining” when Wednesday actually doesn’t know or have experience with her own powers. We know she has a stressed relationship with Morticia ("I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice." Id.) and kept her powers a secret for months. She really has no reason to be so reliant on her visions or take them at face value when she literally has no context nor experience.

So, it’s more like telling a baker who inherited their position, with no previous training, and who never actually bakes unless forced to, not to trust the yeast. In addition, yeast does expire and goes bad. An experienced baker tests the yeast ("blooming") before adding it to the recipe, they don’t blindly trust it. This is a failure of an analogy all around.

Xavier does not know the extent of Bianca’s relationship with her mother. Bianca specifically is living a lie at Nevermore. Her name isn’t even Bianca. I don’t think it’s fair to assign him blame of “leaving her” when a) Bianca lied about her home and personal life and b) has never met Bianca’s mother. If anything, he’s presuming she’d be happy because he would be happy if his absentee father had shown up. Again, if Bianca purposely lied about her home life to be better than it was, how is that Xavier’s fault he believed her? His psychic ability isn’t mind reading. I think Bianca looks shocked, but not “terrified.” Any fear Bianca may have is more about her lie being exposed than she is afraid of her mother. Further, since she has admitted to using her powers on him, how do we know she didn’t Siren him to ignore red flags in order to keep her secret? I can sympathise that Biance is getting away from a toxic situation, but why date someone while living a lie? What’s her endgame if she never plans on being honest?

He yanks her into the room for both their benefit as she’s not supposed to be in the boy’s dorm. They’d likely both get in trouble if she were caught. He didn’t invite her, and she could have tried to talk to him somewhere else at any other time. They both literally live on campus. Why is she coming to his room uninvited to go over an issue he’s already made clear was a deal breaker for him? Bianca' s jealousy in that instance is her own issue. They're broken up and he's allowed to move on.

I do agree he shouldn’t have taken her to the dance and then sulked the whole time. He should have gone stag. I’m willing to give grace to a 16-year-old, however, for not perfectly handling every situation in his life with perfect maturity. It was a low stakes dance and in the big scheme of things of what Xavier has done vs what Bianca has done, I think Xavier comes out on top.

[another-goblin]

2.0 SPOILERS and random thoughts

So the hotel building was a prison, right? It sort of makes sense, hotels and prisons have similar layouts. But imagine, the place of concentrated suffering of hundreds of thousands of prisoners, or maybe more (look how big it is), now turned into a weird supernatural hotel - what could possibly go wrong? (what if they kept prisoners in dreams too, and the dreamworld is a former prison dreamworld. And they were fed Soulglad to keep them docile). These cells were quite spacious though.

The way Sunday talked to somebody in the end reminded me of Cocolia. Is it possible a stellaron is involved here too?

The dead characters - no way Robin and Firefly will stay dead. They look playable, and you don't kill characters before they become playable (unless it's Qiqi or Blade)

I have a theory based on nothing, that Robin is alive and is actually behind whatever is going on. (Maybe her plan is for all these disruptive guests to kill each other in the name of harmony) She's in cahoots with Sparkle who pretended to be the body.

Sparkle - with her ability to shapeshift, aren't we supposed to be constantly paranoid? Anybody can be Sparkle. But also, seeing how vicious and unhinged she is, she feels like she should be the main antagonist in her own story arc, not just an extra. I mean even Sampo seems apprehensive of her.

I understand people who were enamored with Firefly and saddened with her death, but I personally weren't, because for me her part has the outward appearance of a romantic story, but inside it's just two hours of lies and tutorials. I also saw theories about her different identity and If it's true I hope the writers know what they are doing. Also why is our character so sure she's dead? Don't people who die in a dream just wake up in real world?

If Duke Inferno is dead, and stays dead, and his cool gang is never mentioned again, it's going to be the funniest thing in this game yet.

BTW how did Acheron allegedly enter the hotel using Duke invitation? Aventurine knows that we know that it's very hard (he witnessed our problems with DH's invitation). Make it make sense.

Gallagher - either he's up to something or he's extremely incompetent. He let go an actual stawaway and the huy who fits the description he just provided (Caelus - a guy with grey hair). Also it was him personally who stole confiscated Aventurine's stuff.

Speaking of which. I think Aventurine mentioned "cornerstones", plural. So it's not just his aventurine, but others too? Ratio implied that these things are crucial for their success and that Aventurine might be in danger from IPC without his rock, I wonder what's that about, and why Aventurine is so dismissive about losing them.

Anyways I'm still curious why IPC sent these two. It looks like they decided to achieve their goals on Penacony in a more or less peaceful way (unlike their military invasion on Jario-6). So why did they send Dr. Ratio, notorious for having the social grace of a nuclear bomb, and Aventurine, who isn't doing that great either.

I wonder how the game expects us to see Aventurine. The game probably expects us to see him as slimy but charming and dangerous. And yeah, he somehow (conveniently behind the scenes) managed to come to some agreement with Black Swan, but otherwise he fails miserably in most of his interactions.

When we first meet him, he pretends that he has the power to help us with our invitation problem, awkwardly compliments Robin and Sunday, tries to buy our friendship with a ridiculously small sum (well it was probably all the money he had left). Then he tries to intimidate us but gets spooked by Acheron. Ratio leaves in the middle of their conversation, Sparkle catches him stalking her and roasts him, and so on.

So my current VERY subjective impression is that he's quite desperate at this point. He constantly fails but tries to save face. He lost his confidence after his stuff was confiscated, he can't count on buying people's loyalty with giant bribes as he probably used to.

He obviously had a difficult childhood, he had to claw his way up, and IPC doesn't seem like a place that nurtures one's appreciation for genuine human connections. He probably learned to see genuine feelings as liability. As the result, he only sees people as assets, and "friends" as tools. He talks a lot about friends and trust, but never even pretends that he wants to achieve genuine trust or friendship with anybody. (I can continue but this post is long enough and it'll probably become obsolete with the next update anyway)

And I know it's probably too much to hope for, but maybe he'll get some character development, making him more open to the idea of genuine human interaction.

I already have seen a lot of interesting theories about what's going on, and I really hope the game won't just ignore all these hints and details it gave us, and all these things are actually important.

[tooti-fruiti]

WALTEN FILES THEORY

Some people are trying to decide who or what "Bon" is.

I personally believe "Bon" is a demon.

Demons can't give away their real names because that would give power to the person (or people) who knows their name.

So this demon goes by the name "Bon". (Which would explain the quotation marks)

"Bon" also does some really fucked up things in the name of "beauty".

As he says "you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs."

Now some people think "Bon" is Jack Walten's ghost. Which can't be the case, because as of right now, Jack is still alive.

(I know this because of the little scavenger hunt Martin Walls made called Find Jack Walten. And in that scavenger hunt it says something along the lines of "Jack is not dead. He is still alive. Find him.")

And I saw a theory that said "Bon" is the embodiment of Jack's anger and sadness. Which is an interesting theory, but doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

"Bon" isn't an embodiment of rage. If he was, he wouldn't be taking the time to try to comfort Susan into her new life as Banny.

I also think that if he were an embodiment of rage and sadness, he wouldn't be talking about making the people he's killed beautiful."

For the longest time, I thought Bon was Felix. I thought that Felix drove himself crazy because he accidentally killed Edd and Molly, ended up killing himself, possessing Bon, and killing everyone who knows or is affiliated with what he did.

Which would explain the scene in Walten Files 3 where Bon is kind of shaking while flashes of Edd and Molly surround him.

But now that we know Bon is possessed by someone who calls himself "Bon", it makes everything more complicated.

I'm happy we know who's possessing Bon now because we've been wondering that for years.

But that does make the aforementioned scene a little confusing.

Unless this demon is somehow affiliated with the Walten Family, I don't understand why Bon would shake around like that and then hide in his hands at the death of Edd and Molly.

Maybe the original plan was for Felix to be Bon when Walten Files 3 released.

But then as years passed, maybe the story changed just a little bit because that can happen.

And Martin Walls decided to go in a new direction with Bon and who's possessing him.

But then again, maybe not. Because we can see "Bon" possessing Bon in the first episode.

The eyes we see in Bon in The Walten Files 1 are "Bon". (It's also worth mentioning that I don't think "Bon" likes light)

(Another small thing I wanted to add is that in the Walten Files 3, during Susan's death, we see Bon with his hand right in her face. Which is a really cool detail because in the next episode, we see Bon reach for Susan's face to mutilate it [or it could be when Bon goes to snap Susan's neck because we see a similar frame there as well])

(Another thing that has nothing to do with this. The song that plays when Ashley is killed is called "Ashley's happy hour" which implies that it took an entire hour to dismember her and stuff her into Billy. However, in a discord server that Martin Walls made, he said that he thinks during Ashley's death, when she saw Bon, she passed out and woke up 30 minutes later to being torn apart. So she didn't suffer the whole hour which sounds better than being tortured for an hour)

(One more thing, when Sophia plays Spot the difference, there's one picture of Billy plays with a car. In the second picture, there's two red figurines and Billy is holding a black one. Which makes me believe that Felix is the shadow man)

Also I think "Bon" knows who he wants to put each person inside. Susan for example has a long face kind of like Banny. Charles kind of looks like Boozoo. Rosemary has hair like Sha. And Ashley kind of had hair like Billy.

I don't know, I just woke up and my brain is fried.

I'll make another post in a few minutes showing all the secrets I find in each episode

Please let me know what you guys think in the comments

[probablyaseamonster]

part 2 of my Pirates SMP theory

So last time I ended off on the realization that if the People of the Yellow Ship are basing their choices off of the character's backgrounds, then Scott is probably going to be the next victim (sorry people who are already attached to the Denholm brothers).

But regarding my joke about hair colour being the reason it can also work because. You know.

But now here's where I start theorizing about the future. I think, that the Kestrels will be eliminated first, or at least targeted the most overall. If this is how it goes than it implies that there is monetary gain to turning innocent pirates (haha, there's no such thing) to stone. Much like real cultists, there be gold to be given if you can just persuade 'em. I assume that Scott also comes from money so it would make sense in that context too. Owen also comes from money but I doubt he'll be targeted until towards the end, due to his main character energy.

Actually, it would be a subversion of tropes if Owen was picked off early. It would be an opportunity to make like a true DM and control the world from the aether. Make like a Grian and become a god of spectators. I doubt it will go this way but it would be an interesting choice.

If my theory of the Kestrels being picked off first turns out to be true more or less, than it would honestly be a waste. Starkid taught me that leaving the more unlikeable characters alive closer to the end (hi Ted) tends to be the right call. I think. I don't actually consume much horror media, I don't know how this works as well as most people. But it is interesting to me that the Kestrels are the only faction to not have been given a more favourable, positive value.

The Kites may be brutish murderers (at least to some) but they have honour, and passion. The Nightingales were mentioned once to value family, which combined with adventure is a combination of values I've never seen before. And the Herons are already pretty appealing to the Ravenclaws of us (sorry to invoke the worldbuilding of Miss Rowling). The Kestrels are really only mentioned to value wealth which, especially with much of the mcyt community being young anti-capitalists, already gives us a reason to dislike them. Especially with Sausage, Kyle and Oli really playing into the greedy rich man archetype, and Scar committing crimes of the stealing and scamming variety (although let's be honest, we can't hate Scar for that, if anything. There's a reason why most of the fanart so far has been about him and not the lesbian couple whose deaths kickstarted the lore, I see you all).

I haven't seen Martyn's POV yet so I don't know where his character lies on the spectrum, but Guqqie seems to be the only good member of the Kestrels, though even she dabbled a little in the casual blatant joking classism. With her gone, and Sausage seeming to consider himself leader (getting indignant when someone suggested that Jellie lead the Kestrels), the Kestrels might have an opportunity to corrupt and become even more villainous. It would seem like a waste if they were eliminated before they had a chance to become memorable villains, though maybe there is a reason for that. After all, one of the easiest ways to make a villain scarier is to have them kill the lesser villain off (some good examples are Toffee from Star VS and The Mayor from Lego Monkie Kid, even though Toffee didn't really kill Ludo).

Now if the People of the Yellow Ship (YES, I'M TRYING TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN) were smart, the faction they'd target next would be the one that poses the biggest threat. This could be two, really. The Kites pose the stronger physical threat, of course. They're all fighters, and the Kites seem to have the least qualms about killing, if things come to that. If it comes down to a physical altercation between Kites and Yellows, the Kites would presumably win (unless we simply haven't seen the true force of the People yet. That would be interesting, if the faction set up as the most physically powerful was less than the villains (after all, a Kite was the first to die to the vines), though I wouldn't expect that from fictional cultists. Something about them just gives a d&d wizard vibe, if you know what I mean)

The other next best choice to attempt to eliminate (assuming, of course, that the villains are tactical like this) would be the Herons. Discovery is literally in their bio, and they seem like the most likely to play detective. If the Herons discover what the People of the Yellow Ship are up to, then they could rally the entire rest of the Faction Isles, and all the pirates from all the other branches across the archipelago, to take down the threat of presumably smaller numbers (unless some don't believe them, or the writers want to make a political allegory and have them not be able to all come together even in crisis (I watched Don't Look Up yesterday.)). The People have a branch (if abandoned-looking) on the Isle itself, which might even mean that they have a spy on the inside, pardon the paranoia. But this gives the Herons an opportunity to investigate without even leaving home, which honestly must be terrifying for them.

The Nightingales have some overlap with the Herons, but they seem to value adventure more for the thrill, for the personal experience rather than documentation. The type to judge a Heron for taking pictures while on vacation, if it were a modern setting. Combine that with the fact that I haven't seen many Nightingales so far, and this makes it seem like they'd be the least threatening to the cult. The cult might even view the Nightingales as distractable bleeding-heart losers who care about family, yuck. /j This puts them at the least risk.

Now, who does that leave to be, if all goes to plan, the last one standing? HeyGraecie (I've never heard of you before, sorry), the only character revealed yet to have been a Nightingale since before this year's Factioning. And... Acho. The one who left the Herons for the "family" faction. The one who has a brother who will probably be targeted next.

Damn... between you, Acho, and Olive... I hope you both at least are allowed to attempt to be heroes.

[randomnameless]

(voice line anon) Sothis says this when engaging Seteth in battle: "The Hammer of Judgment, hm? I see that time has not been kind to you." And this when she defeats him: "I see the weariness within. Too weak to lift your hammer now?" Her unique praise line for him is also interesting: "Do not deny your age and strength! Embrace your might!"

:')

Voice Line Anon (unless you want to be called something else?), you're saving me much trouble!!! Thank you!

Here goes!

my useless comments under the cut

I love how Seteth'n'Flayn have lines with random knights of Seiros lol

Seteth tries to train/tutor Catherine while they fight/train, but it's funny because Rhea doesn't and they just enjoy a good sparring (is it bcs Rhea's actually similar to Catherine and Seiros the Warrior used to Leeroy Jenkins her way when she was younger during the WoH?).

Is he joking here or sounding serious?

But he always has compliments for the random knights and a special one for Catherine, that's so wholesome, Seteth really tries to mentor/help the people from the KoS/CoS!

(Support Unit) Rhea - "Like this, Lady Rhea. Ha!"

omg Flayn - she's s trying to show the example to Rhea it's so cute

(Active Unit) Flayn - "Understood. Ha!"

And Rhea plays along 🥺 "Alone B4 U since Zanado + had no one with who i could be rhea" my ass

Cyril - "Do not hold back because I am your opponent, Cyril."

Cyril - "Are you hurt, Cyril? It is alright, you can tell me."

Flayn having a friendly exchange with her totally not-cousin 🥺

Knight of Seiros - "You know, in some tales the princesses defeat the knights."

What is a random KoS supposed to reply to this?

Rhea - "I have never seen anyone fight as elegantly as you, Lady Rhea!" 1,000 Enemies Defeated - "I know violence is not your way, but your strength is unparalleled, Lady Rhea."

But I thought Rhea had a hair trigger temper, of course violence is her way???

Catherine - "You are simply radiant, Catherine! I truly admire you."

You can't tell me Catherine isn't a member of their family at this point, Flayn looks up to Rhea, she looks up to Catherine and somehow, is proud to be Seteth's "sister"!

Jeralt - "I am certain that she would lament you and I crossing swords."

You don't say Rhea, but Sitri lamenting over Jerry's stupid actions would imply calling him out on his shitty general behaviour, and the Fodlan verse isn't ready for that.

Seteth - "We have not sparred in quite some time, Seteth." Seteth - "This reminds me of our friendly bouts in days long passed."

"Remember how I kicked your ass back then ?" "I let you win else you'd cry" "I totally and legit won every duel we had"

Cyril - "You have grown much, Cyril. You may even surpass me before long." / Cyril - "You are doing so well, Cyril. Your bravery is worthy of praise."

She encourages him it's so fucking cute 🥺

It's funny how she has a line for everyone, commenting on the fight or their growth, and then there's this :

Edelgard - "Wilhelm. If only you were alive today." Edelgard - "You bear such a resemblance to him.. It breaks my heart that I must defeat you."

With Supreme Leader she goes "WILLY :'("

-> no words about Supreme Leader's performance, or why they are fighting, or anything else, she's just a reminder that Willy's gone lol she even praises personally dimitri, but Supreme Leader? Nope

1,000 Enemies Defeated (same quote for Seteth) "We must strive to build a world where you need not dirty your hands in such a way."

It's interesting! Is Rhea Implying she's willing to dirty her hands to make a better world, but regrets having to involve those two?

Catherine - "Absolutely masterful, Catherine. It is a great comfort to have you with me." 1,000 Enemies Defeated - "Nothing is more reassuring than having you at my side."

Catherine is here to provide comfort and to be at her side, just another day for a Faerghus knight and her liege. Faerghus Chivalry at its finest here rhea abandoned Adrestian values to adopt the Faerghian ones? Or didn't download the Adrestian update since willy's passing?

Yep, I've seen on how you commented about Rhea'n'Sothis's VAs being different lol, but that's the lolcalisation for you/us hahaha. Is Rhea pausing after the "Wilhelm" in the line where she wishes he was alive? In PK we have suspension dots, but it could be similar to her FE16 line, her pause was longer in the jp version than in the lolcalised one (as was her tone but this is beating an undead horse now) but yeah, bar the ultimate WTF blunder between Flayn and Sothis, the lines seem to be similar!

(seem to because Sothis's lines sound way harsher in the loc version, and that's without having the VA delivery!)

...

If it's not too much to ask, are Cyril's lines also available?

[xfindingtrouble]

‘ so this is where you take refuge? ’ for percy from vex!

Percy had noted the door opening, creaking against the unoiled hinges. It was intentional on his part, despite the grating sound it was a means of knowing when anyone had entered his space. He probably looks like a madman, but he can't quite care. He felt most like himself here, hunched over a handful of chaotic sketches. They were ideas, concepts. There were bits & pieces of potential gadgets & weapons assembled all around, but nothing quite complete. It was easier for him to jump from idea to idea than to be stopped by any creative walls.

There was a method to his madness, this was just one of his many idiosyncrasies. There had been a time when he had been so particular about his workshop, who came & went. the only person permitted to experience him in his element had been his sister, though such years had passed... He had long discarded the luxury of privacy. It was less lonely that way.

Percy was especially delighted to hear Vex's voice, to meet her gaze (though it's not something he could yet admit.) Perhaps this is why it takes him a moment to fully process her words. Or maybe it's just the effort it takes to recalibrate his brain, shifting his attention from his work to her.

Percy straightens his stance with a crunch between his shoulders, asserting how long he had been consumed by his task at hand. He pushes silver hair from his eyes, leaving a streak of charcoal on his forehead. But in Greyskull Keep he knew anyone who walked through that door was welcome here. The servants generally steered clear of his workshop unless there was an accident & he couldn't keep the rest of Vox Machina out if he tried.

" Refuge is a strong word, " he muses, though it is an accurate description. Percy was still getting used to having his own space again, having the luxury of melting his emotions down into iron bullets of his own making. he was sure Vex was getting use to it too, adjusting to having such autonomy over her surroundings. It was different for all of Vox Machina, a home they called their own... there wasn't much to seek refuge from, but it gave him room to be in his element.

His lips finally break into a small smile, betraying him nearly as much as his voice. they all had much to hide, facets of themselves they may never share... But he didn't feel like he has to hide much from her. If Vex wanted to know something about him, he had no doubt she would find out. It was part of the draw he felt towards her, the control she weilded imposing & incredible all at once. So Percy had opted to cut out the complicated bits. She didn't need to see all of him, but the bits he put forth would be real.

Before Vox Machina had been awarded with Greyskull Keep, things had been messy, often. They still were & Percy was sure it would always be that way, but now it felt incredibly real. Like there was a more tangible connection between them all that they could do something good with. Not that good had always been their prerogative, but it was an option for the first time in a long time.

" Amazing, isn't it?, " he can't keep the impending fondness from his voice ( not that he tries to ).There is an implied question in his next words as he wonders where Vex finds peace... he imagines it's somewhere alive, secluded, wonderful. If she isn't apt to share, he may even have time to find out one day. It was clear they were in it for the long run, especially as the permanence of it all had settled in, " I'm sure we all have places like this now. "

[h0rr0rsaxo]

Hello....I am here for more angst. Part two to the Anni leaving fic....and I have ideas. Could you also do the before the other request?Unless you already started the other one.....but Buckle up. So you can use the info from discord, I don't want this ask to be super long....

But to summarize, Anni works for the FBI, she gets involved with a huge case involving Slender and the others and Anni has to play dumb. Slender finds this out and tasks Varrick to watch her since Varrick knows her the best. Now this is where you can use the inspo from the clip I sent you on discord...but Anni is trying to talk to someone about the murders and turns out they aren't keen on talking and Anni ends up having the worst day of her life and she gets peppered sprayed, almost killed by the person who maced her, but she manages to shoot them before anything happens and she ends up in the woods. Varrick finds her and asks why she didn't expose them all and she says she'd never do that and then they start talking and she ends up saying, "I always loved you Varrick, in fact..I don't think I ever stopped....but just let me go...I mean if you really are happy with Amber...then i'm happy for you.." Anni saw Varrick's phone at the diner and connected two with two.

Then speaking of the devil, Amber was spying on them, she was wondering what Varrick had been doing in the human world so much and Anni says some funny insult. "Oh, your still alive. Then again i'm not surprised, you always reminded me of a roach, nothing is ever able to kill them.." and Amber tries to kill Anni, punching her and then using her own gun against her, but Varrick stops her and tells Amber that he'll kill Anni he points the gun at her and Anni says. "I don't blame you...just go ahead..." and Anni actually gives up for once. Varrick just looks at her, his face unreadable and he kills Amber instead.

The rest is up to you....I love how I said I didn't want this to be a book and yet I still wrote a book...sorry, if this is too much then don't worry about it..and if you have any questions then shoot them over to me.

[ remnants of smoke. || simp party. || p2. ]

Warnings: Violence, death, it's somewhat implied that Aris is obsessed with her and angst.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: I hate Amber for realz. She's such a bitch. Also, this didn't turn out exactly how I wanted it to? Sorry about that--

Word count: 3,773

Anni walked down the snow-ridden yard with two escorts by her side. Her hair was pinned up on the back of her head and she wore a tight black skirt along with a white blouse with tall, black high boots clasped on her feet. A pair of slightly thick rimmed, sunglasses glasses situated themselves on the bridge of her nose and a soft glare of pink lip gloss glistened off her lips. She came to a halt when police tape covered the house and one of her escorts pulled it up. The three entered the scene and Anni pulled off her glasses, setting them down on a table cluttered with papers and books. Anni walked up to a man clad in a gray suit staring through a one sided window of the house,

"Good afternoon, Leon." She placed her coat down on the table next to her glasses. Leon looked over his shoulder and turned with a smile,

"Ah, Anni, good afternoon." The two shook hands and Anni walked to the window, staring at her , "You're early."

"I thought that I should get here early for a good start. I was reading over his file last night again before bed, he's quite the handful."

"Aris Hexton, AKA what is known as a "Giggler", possibly responsible for twelve deaths. We can't take him until we've proven that he was involved with these sick cases. He is just a piece of what we have so far on the 'Slenderman file.', or whatever it's called." He looked over at her and his face held solemnity and concern, as she pretended not to know a Giggler was. "No other member will observe him; you are brave to take him on yourself, and the first woman." A small smile formed on Anni's lips as she nodded,

"I'm not scared."

"Are you ready to go in? I'm going to send three officers in with you for your safety." Anni shook her head and looked over at Leon, a piece of hair falling in front of her face,

"No, sending in officers this time won't let me try and complete my duties. I need to earn his trust, get inside his head, or I won't gain the information I'll need to interrogate him." Leon walked over to a car and pulled out a journal book. He handed it to her, complete with a pen, with a smile,

"Here, your own journal to record your findings. I know you're incredibly good at recording information in your head, but just in case." Anni took it in her hands and smiled,

"Thank you." She walked through the next layer of police tape around the house and pulled it up, stepping into the room. She turned and put her hands down in front of her, staring at her patient. His head hung low with his eyes closed and she noticed his hands were cuffed, "Hello again, Aris." His hand let out a small twitch and his head rose, a pair of pink eyes staring straight at her. She walked over to the chair across from him and placed her notebook on the table, the pen right next to it. He watched her every movement and the movements to him were as if time stood still. Anni stared at him, retaking all his features.

He had pink occupying his face from weeks and months of being unable to shave or handle a razor. He had Akuma's symbol on his forearm. The one thing that scared Anni about this guy were his incredibly piercing eyes. They were pink, no pupil and no iris coloration in them whatsoever. She was trained to read the eyes of the people she interrogated, their motives especially. But she could see nothing in his eyes, only an unknown lust.

She felt those pink eyes stare right through her soul.

"Anni……what are you doing here?"

"Just came to talk Mr. Hexton,"

"N—no, you c—came HAHAHA— to try and get inside my delightful mind, isn't t–that right?" Anni tapped her pen on the table as she thought for a moment, contemplating on where to start first. She put the pen down and clasped her hands together, leaning forward on the table with her elbows resting against it. Aris narrowed his eyes as he fumbled with his fingers, his movements becoming slightly erratic,

"Well, I didn't get to talk to you much last time; your self-induced seizure got in the middle of that."

"I wasn't feeling very good that day. Didn't feel much for talking." His pink eyes began to glaze over and they widened at her features. Anni took a breath,

"Well, are you going to comply with me this time?" She asked politely and heard him chuckle lightly a smile creeping along his cheeks as he stared at her,

"I'll do my best." His husky voice echoed in the room, causing a small shudder to go down her spine. Anni opened a notebook and began to jot down a few words,

"What was your family like when you were younger?" She asked and his eyes moved down to his hands, his face began to twitch slightly. There were a few moments of silence before he spoke,

"Not much to my family. I wouldn't be here if we all lived happily ever after. I don't remember them."

"Just give me a brief decree on what it was like so I can help you." Aris stopped and looked up at Anni with a snarl that had turned into a smile. He laughed a bit and fiddled with his hands, picking at the scabs on his skin as he licked his lips. Slowly, his pink eyes stared up at Anni once again, making another shiver go up her spine with unease,

"Let's talk about you, Anni…." Anni's eyebrows knitted and her eyes narrowed,

"Why would we do that? This interview is about you." He snickered to himself and looked back down to his hands,

"Do you know what's so great about killing, Anni? It's the adrenaline, the excitement, and the liberation I get when I listen to my victims' plea for their lives. Oh, and when that blood hits my hands… it's like sticking yourself with meth for the first time… it's the greatest high I can get." He clasped his hands together, leaning forward as his black eyes glistened, clear excitement washing over his face, "But I'm sure you know that. You know that all too well. Weren't you a Slenderman proxy? I remember you." He smiled and Anni shifted uncomfortably from where she was standing. She didn't really realize what she was in for, "I remember you so well… you bleed so, so gorgeously and gracefully."

"We're not talking about me, Mr. Hexton. Please, stick to my questions."

She asked politely once again and he leaned forward even closer to Anni. She looked up from her journal and saw the evil smirk across his face,

Everything seemed to move faster than Anni expected and shock filled her body, rendering her completely defenseless and unknowing to what was going on. He charged at her and had pulled out pepper spray, spraying her eyes and throwing her to the ground roughly. He didn't have much time to try and end her life as much as he wanted when Leon and Chirs entered the scene to stop him. Aris then gripped the handle of the knife and jammed it down as hard as he could, feeling the guards grabbing him. Just as they yanked him away, he forced the knife down further into her body and it cut through her shorts, meeting with her skin and slicing deeply into her hip. She gasped out in pain as Aris shouted and fought against the grasp of the guards, "L—let me go! I-I-I want to w—watch her bleed! She left me! She left us! You can't do this to me— YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME FOREVER." They hadn't questioned what he was saying about Anni, they assumed he was being hysterical.

The men dragged him out of the house he had been staying in and Leon ran to Anni's side, "Anni-!"

Anni slightly pushed him aside— stumbling her feet in the snow and limping as her hands tightly grasped her eyes, squinting and desperately trying to blink the pain from her eyes. She ran into the forest, as her vision blurred drastically.

— . — . —

Varrick was about to leave the human world when his eyes caught a familiar figure in their line of vision. For a second, he remembered when he thought had gotten it wrong but there was no way he would mistake the face he had missed so much – hers. Anni looked so healthy, so happy. Gone were the days when her aura emanated a certain fatigue, gone were the days she was hurt because of the mansion— because of proxy work— because of him. Anni looked so much better than when she was with him. It was understandable, really. He had been a prick to her after all; she deserved the happiness after all he put her through all those years ago. Leaving her at the mansion to fend for herself, to overhear her cries while he worked with Zalgo, to see her become victim to the slender-sickness. Perhaps this all was punishment to him— punishment for his cruelty towards her.

He remembered how his free hand clenched into a fist as he watched her smile, with a man that was not him.

Before, his father was the only person he could think of when he unconsciously craved such support.  

Before. 

Before her. 

He saw her, wherever he went, with the slightest flash of brown hair or the gentle tint of auburn eyes that anyone carried within their features. His mind would piece together these diminished details and morph together her face, even if the person that bared the slightly similar traits looked nothing like her. And when Amber would kiss him, his eyes would close and he would be unable to focus on the lips against his, he would try to trail his thoughts elsewhere because he knew that if he let himself fall into the feeling of the kiss...he would see her instead of his girlfriend. It was bad. It might have been one of the reasons why was he so anxious in his relationship with Amber, because somewhere inside he knew that she was not the one he wished to hold.

Granted, he knew he didn’t deserve her. Not after all the shit he pulled in his younger years. The tears she shed were wasted on the likes of him. On scumbags like him.

Varrick became conscious of the value that his luck, the privilege to be loved by her, back then held. The feeling in his chest suffocated him. I deserve it, he thought.

Although he was selfish to no end, he recognized that she definitely deserved someone better than him.

Someone who treasured her more than themselves,

Someone who treated her right,

Someone who would and could give her their entire world if needed,

Someone who managed to grace her face with a smile instead of tears,

Someone who didn’t break her heart.

Someone who wasn’t Varrick Smith.

Tears ran across his face. Her words resonated deeply in his heart. As if he could feel the pain that she had gone through because of him, he broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. The realization came too late.

A thousand words – no, not even a trillion words of apology could reverse the damage he had done to her.

Loathing his existence and what his younger self had done to her, the broken man found himself sobbing even harder. Eventually, Varrick fell depressed with crystalline tears dropping from his eyes.

He wanted to feel the calmness that came with her touch, so much so that sometimes it would manifest in his mind and play tricks on him to make him believe the memory was real, that her touch was real. This was something he was so used to. When he had nothing else to think of when he held Amber's hand or held her in his arms when he became too angered and needed to calm down. So it was no surprise that, as he walked through the forest, he saw her. 

From the bottom of his heart, he wished for hsr happiness. And if her happiness meant him never appearing in front of her eyes ever again, he would gladly do so.

The gentle gaze of her scarred skin, the sudden wave of peace as if he suddenly felt like it would all be alright, the disappearing self-doubt, it was something he had imagined plenty of times during his time back home. But this time it was different, in place of the false reality his mind had created of the calming but cold touch was a real sensation. The warmth of an actual human hand and not the replacement of a memory. He stopped, snapping his head around quickly and looking back, trying to confirm to himself that this was in fact real.

The intonation, the leveled voice, the formation of words, it was all exactly the same and yet somehow so different -but he would recognize it anywhere. Varrick took a slight step forward, leaning his weight to the side a bit to try and examine the face of the speaker. "You...Anni? Is that…you?"

At this the figure's head lifted, allowing light to fall over the shadows her hair casted over her face. His heartfelt as if it suddenly began clenched as if he had skipped a bit as the gentle features of the familiar girl came into view. She seemed different, and she was about to speak when something came over her face. Anni sighed, "Yeah…it's me."

It felt like hours had gone by and the cold air bit at Anni's skin through the open front of her jacket. Her eyes burned like an intense fire and her chest grew incredibly sore from her over working lungs. Softly, the first peeks of the daylight began to paint the forest around her as she mentally thanked the morning hours. For the first time in a while, she could see where she was going, but to her misfortune, she didn't know exactly where she was. All the trees began to mesh together as she jogged down an old deer path, her feet crunching against the leaves below her feet. Her panting was steady and tiring as she slowed, looking over her shoulder and seeing she had gained some distance between her and a small strain of her co-workers that continued to search for her.

Varrick's face haunted her mind and the look her had when she jumped over the face almost made her break out in tears once again. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" She looked up when she heard Varrick's scruffy voice aim itself towards her. He stared down at her with his amber eyes, leaning down and grabbing her journal from off the ground. 

"I got pepper-sprayed while working. Ended up here, I guess." Her voice was soft and frail from the pain in her body. The wound she suffered from was still not completely healed and her weak immune system constantly made her sick. Varrick's eyes took notice to her shivering skin and he quickly stripped off his jacket,

"Here, take this."

"No, Varrick, I'll be fine-" He yanked her stained jacket off her and slid his jacket over her shoulders, silencing her with the sudden heat. His warm skin incubated the jacket and she shuddered from the sudden warmth, gripping onto the flaps and pulling it closed. Her eyes were thankful as she stared back at him,

"Come on, there's a bed in there with your name on it." Her thumbs rubbed up against the soft leather of Varrick's jacket and a flash of the angel wings burned through her eyes. Anni attempted to atand, cautiously stepping up the snowy steps of the path leading back to her co-workers. Her foot caught an edge and she tripped, sliding across the snow and feeling the stinging cold of ice eating at her skin.

"Are you alright!?" She felt warm hands on her shoulders and turned to meet his eyes, seeing her crouching down to help Anni to her feet. "Give me your hand." Varricj gripped Anni's hand tightly and her weak muscles strained to get back to her feet. With whatever sickness she was suffering from, it made her very weak and tired.

"Get that jacket back on you before you get sick." Anni looked down to see Varrick's jacket lying helplessly in the snow. She narrowed her eyes and she quickly retrieved the jacket, smacking all the powdered snow off and resting it over her forearm. The jacket has succumbed to the snow's wetness and was no longer useful in warming her skin.

"You….you got hurt for…us." Varrick started, anxiously biting the inside of his cheek as he narrowed his eyes at the bright snow, "Why?"

"I didn't—" Anni attempted to skillfully lie through her teeth, before Varrick irritatingly shook his head.

"You did. I know what your new job is looking for, and who you interrogated. I saw it all. And yet…you didn't say anything about what you actually know. You didn't even give them a lead on the Gigglers, because you knew they'd eventually find out about the mansion— you must have known it would eventually get you hurt. So….why?" Feeling a set of incredibly warm hands latch onto hers, she opened her eyes to see Varrick knelt down in front of her. He cupped her hands in his and breathed slowly onto her skin, trying to warm her hands up. Goosebumps fluttered up her arms as his hot breath managed to break through her cold flesh. His lips made her hands tingle and his presence made her feel utterly secure. She curled her fingers and he looked up into her brown eyes as he leaned her up against a tree.

"You know I'd never do that. You guys..were like family to me." She whispered and he slowly dropped their hands into her lap, staring into her eyes. He caught himself quickly and stood back to his feet,

A tear immediately slides down your left cheek, and you didn’t even realize you were on the verge of tears until Anni finished speaking. He can’t even properly respond to her, "Then…why did you leave all those years ago? You left us all, without a word— and never seemed to look back."

"I wish I could give you a solid answer. But things like these…they're more complicated than that, things don't just…happen— they build up. It's not like I left just because I felt like it, it was more to that," Anni takes the time to inhale a huge breath, oxygen exhausted from her trying to speak through her hot and sad tears, "Just because I left, it doesn't mean I don't care. I don't see why it would matter to you. You should be happy with her, Varrick. Just…move on." 

"What? What are you talking about?" The words feeling foreign to him as he whispers them. He cocks his head in confusion at her words.

"I'm not stupid, you know. I saw who kept calling you at the diner. I always loved you Varrick, in fact..I don't think I ever stopped....but just let me go, I mean if you really are happy with Amber...then I'm happy for you.." Wiping her eyes quickly, Anni sees Varrick giving her an uneasy but still costive expression. Varrick doesn’t make any movement, not knowing what to say, and she decides to end it here for him, "I don't have the heart to ruin the nice thing you have going with her. I've ruined enough." 

"Damn right. And if I were you, I'd run back to your little job before this gets fucking ugly." Amber appears out of literal norwhere— clenching her jaw tightly and grinding her teeth. Her teeth clenching as a wave of emotions wash over her, her boyfriend only stares at her in shock. She refused to lower her voice under any circumstances but here he was on the receiving end of it.

"Oh, you're still alive. Then again i'm not surprised, you always reminded me of a roach, nothing is ever able to kill them.." Anni smirked. Amber could feel her hands beginning to tremble. Not from shock, but from utter rage. She kept it internal the best she could. Somehow, she had always managed to stay alive, and Anni was bound to find out how she did so. Like Anni always said, Amber was far too stubborn to die.

Amber growled and moved her arm up, charging at her and reeling her fist back, before nailing it into her face.

"Amber, stop it!"

"I don't blame you...just go ahead..." Blood cascaded from her nose, little droplets of blood falling against the snow as Anni looked up at her, eyebrows slightly furrowing as Amber only smirked.

"Gladly." Amber sneered. Anni finally managed to take a breath of fresh air as the onslaught of punches to her face halted, her brown eyes opening and taking a look. Her fingers grew numb against the influence of the cold snow, Anni leaning up as she stared down the barrel of her own gun. A sly smirk brewed on the lips of the demon as she watched Anni look through the barrel of her gun, seeing no sparks of fear in her eyes. Anni choked down whatever was in her throat, nothing but Varrick, Cassie, and the rest of her friends flying through her mind in her last seconds of life. Her jaw tightened and he gritted her teeth, closing her eyes and just waiting for it all to be over.

Amber's sharp cries echoed through the air and Anni's eyes popped open, seeing her fall to the ground and blood seeping out of a back wound. Anni looked up at her savior, watching as none other than Varrick ramming the wooden hilt of his knife against the back of her head, knocking her to the ground before literally stabbing in the back— then the head. A bloody knife was cradled in his hand, his chest heaving in pants as his golden eyes stared back at her. Anni couldn't believe how undetected he was; the way he came out of nowhere at the last second to save the day. In her last dying moments, he glared down at her, "I'm breaking up with you."

[writerleo86]

Terravenger Season 6 - The Agents of Light Arc - Episode 497 (Do Not Copy) - 01.04.2024

    Walking from the shadows was a young girl with fair skin and bright blue eyes. She had long blond hair that was made into a bun. She wore a turquoise shirt with short sleeves and a V neck. Placed on the right side of the chest area was a picture of a toad with light-green scales and large yellow eyes. And placed on the front left side of the shirt was a golden MAF badge. She also had a small orange band around each wrist, a pair of tight khaki pants with a small skirt coming from her waist, and a thick red-orange sash tied around the top of her waist. And she wore a pair of open-toed green-blue shoes with orange at the front.

    The girl continued walking forward as she gave out an excited smile.

    And she said in a calm voice "I guess it's time for me to shine."

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 497:  The Two Ravens -- Prepare Yourself

    On the first floor of the Midas City Hospital, the tired Duo sat on the bed inside a small room. Duo had his shirt off as one of the Midas Academy's teachers stood behind him at the left side of the bed.

    Kirk Tucson placed his left hand on the top of his student's back as Duo asked "Is the really necessary?"

    Tucson informed him "We know now that the Bringer can possess your body at anytime. Unless you are completely protected, he can return anytime he wants."

    Duo yawned as he stared at the ceiling.

    And the youth told Tucson "Fine! Let's do this already!"

    Tucson gave a short chuckle and replied "I knew you'd see it my way."

    First, the color of Tucson's eyes began to glow yellow.

    He chanted "Obsecro te hoc corpus ab aliqua specie tenebrarum custodire."

    A golden light soon shined around his left hand. A large circle of golden light was placed on the top of Duo's back.

    And Tucson called out "Tenebris Spiritus Signationem!"

    Duo began to yell in pain as the golden light had shined from the circle on his back for a moment. Then the shine from his back faded. The true color of Tucson's eyes returned. And placed on the top of the youth's back was a large black-lined tattoo that was shaped as a circular discus.

    After that, Duo fell on his right side to the bed as he continued to feel the pain on his back.

    "What the hell?" He cried. "This is supposed to protect me? This thing hurts like a mother?"

    "Give it a few minutes," directed Tucson. "Your back will be good as new. You'll be able to walk freely without any source of darkness trying to control you. This will work as long as I'm still alive though."

    And Duo implied "That means MAF's gotta keep you protected too!"

    Tucson gave a soft laugh and informed his student "It'll be alright. If the Midas Armed Forces isn't able to protect me, I know the forces of Light will."

    During the evening, an individual performed a back roll toward a large tree while they were at the middle of a large forest which was at the northern part of Midas City.

    This was a male youth with fair skin, a slender body, and shaggy dark-brown hair. He had a pair of pointy ears with a patch of dark hair on each top. Each of his eyes had a yellow sclera, a light-green iris, and pointy black pupils. He also had fangs among his teeth. And he had claws coming from his fingers. He wore a short-sleeved white shirt with the top part revealing his neck and shoulders. On the center of the shirt's front was a large shape made of golden lines. And he had a thick black brace around each elbow which had a jet-black pad. He also wore a pair of tight black pants that lowered to his ankles. And he had on short black boots which had light-purple protectors at both the front and the toe area.

    He leaned himself onto the tree as he found another person floating down to him.

    This new individual was the slender soldier named Tiger. He was a male human-like creature with light skin and pale-blue eyes. He had long and puffy tail that was colored white. The inner part of his short hair was black while the outer was blue. And his right eye was covered by locks of his hair. He also on black eyeliner and black lipstick. He wore a sleeveless black top with a large light-blue V covering his chest. Each shoulder was covered in black while see-through black sleeves were attached to his fingerless black gloves. He had tight black leggings and long black warmers around his ankles with blue at the center. He also was bare-footed. And he wore a long and opened black coat with short sleeves.

    As each hand remained inside the pocket on both sides of his coat, Tiger looked down at the younger warrior with no emotion.

    Tiger directed in his soft but grim voice "When you go for the attack, make certain that you are intended to kill."

    The boy shook his head and answered "Yes sir."

    At the left side of the Training Room at the Midas Academy, the pint-sized girl turned around as she waved to the cheering audience using both hands. Many students and staff members had stood from bleachers at two sides of the large arena.

    But standing behind the cheerful girl was the older Luna. She had light skin and sky-blue eyes. Her blond hair was still worn straight and fell toward her shoulders. She wore a long-sleeved white shirt underneath a pink shirt with shorter sleeves. And her MAF badge remained on the front left side of her chest. She had on a long pink skirt with a small upside-down golden crescent-moon crest holding it together. She also had long blue-violet warmers around her ankles and maroon slippers with high heels.

    Luna called to the younger girl "Do your best, Ino! But have fun too!"

    The pint-sized girl named Ino Iruka shook her head and looked forward with determination.

    She thought to herself "Just think good vibes, Ino. You've got this."

    Next, three more individuals walked into the room from the two doors at the other side.

    One of them at the right side was Paige McCormack who had fair skin and sky-blue eyes. Her brunette hair was short and formed into the bob-cut style. She also had on black eyeliner and light-pink lipstick. And she had a black choker around her neck with a golden locket chained to the center which had a small red gem. She had on a long-sleeved yellow shirt with a black top which had the MAF badge placed on the front left side. She also wore a pair of puffy white bottoms. And she had on a pair of long dark-brown boots that had flat heels.

    The girl who was the left side of the group was Seer. She had long black hair that had light-purple highlights. And she wore black eyeliner along with light-purple lipstick. She also had golden rings on the bottom of her ears and a silver tiara on her forehead with a small clear gem lowering from the center. She wore a black outfit consisting of purple outlines and a large heart which revealed the top of her chest. And her tight bottoms lowered to the bottom of her knees. She also had a large black warmer with purple outlines covering each arm and long black boots. Her golden MAF badge was placed on the front left side of the chest area. And a long pale-violet sash was tied around her waist.

    The other who remained at the middle was Iris Thomas. She had pale skin, green eyes, and bright blue hair that passed her shoulders. She had on black eyeliner and purple lipstick. And she had on dark-blue earrings. Iris wore a blue top that lowered to her middle section. She had on short bottoms that had two tones of blue. And she had on a thin black belt with her MAF badge worn as its buckle. She also wore a pair of long black boots. And a shiny black necklace was worn around her neck with a small ivory fang hanging from the center.

    Iris stood at the right side of the arena as she stared at her opponent with determination. And the other girls -- Paige and Seer -- sat at the front of the bleachers that were behind Iris.

    Meanwhile, ten staff members sat at a long table which sat a row of computers inside the large room at the bottom of the Academy.

    The head-engineer Seven of Nine remained behind the team as he watched the large screen placed on the wall before them. He wore a gray coat with a vertical green-blue line placed on each long sleeve. And he had a fine collar that was attached to his coat. Underneath his coat were long dark-gray sleeves. He also had on a pair of baggy light-gray pants with a thick white line around the lower part of each leg. He had on a pair of black boots. And his MAF badge remained on the front left side of his coat.

    The emotionless cyborg folded his arms before him as someone else walked to his left side. It was his lieutenant Victoria Sidney with her long blond hair worn out, black eyeliner, and red lipstick. She wore a brown coat with yellow linings and a pair of long tails falling from the back. He had on a pair of white pants and short burgundy boots. She also had on brown gloves and a long golden pad over each shoulder. And her MAF badge remained on the front left side of her coat.

    Victoria informed him "The Commander and I both are impressed with the work you had invented. You should be proud of all you have done for the past few months."

    "Thank-you Lieutenant," said Seven of Nine.

    Victoria shook her head and replied "Continue your best efforts by switching the imagery of the battlefield."

    Seven of Nine shook his head and directed "Bring forth Act 208!"

    Sitting on the fourth seat at the long table was the ecstatic youth named Raj. He wore a sleeveless dark-brown shirt with a black gauntlet covering each wrist and ankle. He wore a pair of baggy pale-green pants with a thin black belt. On each side of his waist was a small light-brown compartment shaped as a cylinder. And he wore his black shoes with yellow-green at the top center. He wore an opened white vest with a thick collar and short sleeves. A pair of golden diamonds were placed on the front right sides of his vest while a large pocket was on the left side. He also had a MAF badge that was placed on the large pocket of his vest. And he wore his visor with blue lenses around his eyes.

    The youth pulled down his right fist with excitement and yelled "Yes sir!"

    Raj began typing on his keyboard as the entire area of the training room had changed.

    The two opponents along with the attendance who sat on their bleachers were not on the sandy grounds which was surrounded by a great ocean during a beautiful morning.

    A small flock of white birds flew into the air as the opponents continued facing each other.

    The other members of the Paigettes club remained at the right side as the leader Paige told Seer "The people that are work in the Engine Room have become greater since Mr. Seven of Nine has entered as their leader."

    Seer implied "This entire area! This looks almost real! I love what technology that Mr. Seven has brought to the table!"

    Then the serene Victoria announced to everyone "This battle will begin between Iris Thomas and Ino Iruka."

    The pint-sized Ino shook her head with a great smile on her face and told her opponent "Let's give this fight everything we have."

    And she introduced herself "Watashi wa Iruka Ino. Let this battle help us learn about ourselves."

    The smiling Iris shook her head and said "Yoku itta. My name is Iris Thomas."

    The voice of the kind Victoria finally announced "Begin!"

[coquelicoq]

new thought: just reread this and the person that the guy describes as an elegant lady with long hair is not necessarily the thief…it's the expert who convinced him to bring his item to the auction:

The item I brought to sell has gone missing… Missing…? They're looking for it, but…how could this happen? I shouldn't have brought it… It meant a lot to my uncle while he was alive. But an expert said they'd introduce me to a good auction. That it would "fetch a high price." I should've known it was too good to be true. I don't want to pry, but…this expert's name…is it Mr. Ban? He's tall and has long hair. A man? Oh, no. It was a woman. Huh? In a black veil…? No. Long hair, yes, but a very elegant and well-dressed lady.

the expert and the thief could be the same person, OR they're working together, OR they're unrelated (there do seem to be a lot of people interested in those items so i could buy them being people who are in competition rather than on the same side). which means the expert who talked to this guy might not even be at the auction, or she might be at the auction but in disguise, or she was in disguise before the auction when she talked to him and isn't anymore (e.g., it could've been shinobu in a dress and wig).

we don't know if this expert talked to tanuma's dad's friend misaka. we do know that ban talked to him at the bazaar‚ and it's implied that misaka told ban that he didn't have the sword (because ban's reaction to seeing tanuma with the sword at the auction is "So that's where it was"), and then, after the conversation with ban (based on the fact that tanuma thinks that the conversation with ban is what made misaka desperate to get rid of the sword), misaka came to tanuma's dad and wanted to get rid of it. but it's possible that some person in addition to ban talked to misaka and it wasn't the conversation with ban that made him desperate.

we know that 7-chan tried to get tanuma to give her misaka's sword at the auction. when he said he wanted to hold onto it‚ she said:

You‚ too? See what I have to put up with? All they had to do was hand them over. After I went to the trouble of sweet-talking them personally. They "want to hold on to it." They'll "send a proxy." I'm not cut out for dealing with such idle fools who simply won't shape up. Oh, just keep it together…I'm almost done. I just have to get through this. This is a pain. Let's just get this over with. and then it looks like she knocks him out and presumably steals the item.

but…what is 7-chan talking about? the "send a proxy" part in particular makes it sound like she's referring to conversations that took place before the auction (i assume it means send a proxy to the auction?), in which case it seems to imply that she's the expert. but also, why would she care who comes to the auction as long as the item is there? i feel like i must be completely misunderstanding what kind of proxy she's talking about.

clara is unaccounted for at the auction and could have stolen the first two items. but if she's the long-haired elegantly dressed expert, she would have had to have had the conversation with the first guy (convincing him to sell his uncle's item) in between inviting herself as natsume's plus one and the actual auction (because before that she didn't think she was going to the auction, so what would be the point?), which appears to have been a single day (unless the conversation in which clara told natsume to bring sensei, when she referred to the auction as "tomorrow's event", was a second conversation, not the same one in which she invited herself).

shinobu could have been the expert if she wore a disguise. and if ban is the one who made misaka desperate to sell the sword, that would check out, since obviously ban works for shinobu (so they just tag-teamed it). but then what's the sweet-talking that 7-chan was doing?

i think that's all the information we have as of chapter 123 (i guess shinobu's thieving must be revealed in later chapters? i didn't see anything definitive about it in vol 30).

who is thieving? why?

“long hair, yes, but a very elegant and well dressed lady”: description of the person who stole the spinning top

shinobu:

seems surprised by first theft (of the spinning top) (could be fake) (she doesn’t seem that good at acting though?)

is obviously involved in thieving by the end. most likely she planned to thieve right away

ban:

obviously wants to steal the sword

could be acting either on his own (a la cat vessels) (unlikely. he’s here with shinobu) or he’s trying to steal for shinobu (likely)

7-chan

seems distressed by thefts at first (could be a ploy?)

obviously stole the sword (for shinobu)

clara

is unaccounted for this entire time. no one knows where she is.

only known character that most closely resembles description of the top thief

if she stole the top, 7-chan had to have stolen it from her. this could be because 7-chan knows shinobu is obsessed with clara, and 7-chan is trying to insert herself in there ahead of clara (because 7-chan is obsessed with shinobu)

[oceanspray5]

Been obsessed with Beth Crowley's Midnight for Kaider but another song I have on loop atm is Porter Robinson's Everything Goes On. I don't even play LoL and barely know what Star Guardian is but I'd be lying if the story between Xayah and Rakan didn't have me intrigued. So now ofc it has me thinking of a Kaider AU along those lines. Not exactly sure how it'd work but maybe:

Channary gets to live a few extra years. Manages to get a marriage alliance proposition agreed to with King Rikan and hence Kaider grow up visiting each other on Earth and Luna more or less ala @impossiblesuitcase's fic.

Except Channary does die eventually and Cinder isn't old enough for the throne yet so Levana steps in. For this to work maybe the throne passes on to the heir on their 18-21st birthday?

Everyone thinks Levana killed Channary (she didn't) but everyone knows she's going to kill Cinder. Her days are numbered and she knows it despite Kai's vehement denial. I imagine they'd be around 14-16 here?

Except Cinder does end up "dead" in a fire. In a more plot heavy version of the headcanon, perhaps Levana implies Earthens brought the matches and killed Cinder and vows to "avenge" her neice unless she gets reparations. But even if we avoid this whole plotline, Levana does try and pass it off as Cinder dying in a fire.

Earth and Luna mourn and Kai is inconsolable except he refuses to believe he's dead. He grabs on to the slightest sliver of a rumor and holds on to it like its his lifeline. He throws himself into investigating it, discreetly when eventually Torin and his dad and the royal therapist force him to put an end to it.

In this version Cinder doesn't end up in a healing stasis for quite as long. Perhaps a year or two at most. When she wakes up, shes a cyborg and has immense memory loss from the trauma. Garan adopts her, gets Letumosis and dies. Adri and Pearl are their witchy selves. Peony and Iko remain angels.

So you have the setup:

Prince Kai of the Eastern Commonwealth sneaking into New Beijing because Nainsi broke right before he had the conclusive proof he needed to show his dad and Torin that his Selene was alive. At this point everyone in the Commonwealth seems to think Kai is in a deep grief he'll never recover from and atp everyone's wondering if Prince Kai will ever find himself a bride now that he's 20 and still hung up on his childhood love. Its that pity and condescention that only infuriates Kai more so he keeps searching.

He ends up at the budding yet already renowned mechanic Linh Cinder's booth. Kai sees her and does a double take, afraid he's seen a ghost. He could cry because if he's not mistaken, the girl in front of him is his Selene. Except Selene doesn't recognize him. Doesn't know who he is besides the Crown Prince despite his extremely efficient disguise comprising of one inconspicuous hoodie.

She's so different now too. Her fine silks and once shiny hair is now replaced with cargo pants and a grease stained shirt, her hair dull in its luster and sheen now. She has a grease splotch on her forehead that Kai yearns to wipe from her brow but restrains himself. She's just as beautiful as the day he lost her, maybe even more so. But a doubt does creep in for a second...

Maybe he has it all wrong. Maybe she's just a doppleganger. How and why would Selene even be working as a mechanic in the Beijing market instead of coming to him for help or telling the world she's alive? How did she survive the fire even though in his heart he always knew she did. He needs some proof for this too. It's a testament to how not insane he is from his grief at losing the love of his life that he restrains himself from bursting from all these questions and overwhelming her with his grief and affection. Take that Dad! Take that Torin and Royal Therapist!

So Kai swallows down his words and the lump in his throat and the urge to burst into tears and tells Cinder what's wrong with Nainsi and asks her how long it'll take for the problem to be fixed. In that brief interval Kai manages to count at least 10 different ticks that endeared Selene to him. He's memorized every single one since they were kids. He knows this is his missing princess.

He doesn't know why Selene doesn't remember him and it is soul-crushing to know she's right in front of him but he can't do anything about it. He needs to get her to remember or at least gain her trust and friendship long enough that he can break the news of her origins to her gently. Her memory loss runs deep and he doesn't want to freak her out even if that would be the fastest way to laying it all out in the open. But Kai is tactful and shows restraint.

Instead, he ends up showing up to her booth regularly to jog her memory and tries to aski her out repeatedly to the Annual Peace Ball. He hopes if she shows up then it'll help her remember the countless times they spent together at them. Maybe he could sneak her away and show her her old room which Kai had insisted be kept exactly as it was left before she "died". He can't help some affection slipping past the cracks like the fond way he looks at her and the smile he's only ever saved for her.

In summary: if he thought this would freak Cinder out less... He failed.

But Cinder does keep getting random bursts of memories. Sometimes through nightmares. Sometimes through dreams of another life. Of a rather insane mother who doted on her and a charming boy who's love shone in his eyes and gentle touch. She doesn't understand why he looks like Kai and keeps dismissing it as fantasies she's always longed for combined with the exhaustion of Adri's chores. Kai would never like her if he knew she was a cyborg. She has no intention of getting her hopes up.

So Kai keeps wooing Cinder and Cinder keeps unintentionally suppressing her memories or dismissing them, certain Kai's rambling stories about his childhood with the deceased Lunar princess Selene are affecting her sleep.

Now eventually when Cinder gets her memories back it could go one of two ways:

She tells him because it's Kai and her heart bursts with love at how intensely he held on to the trust that she's alive and kept trying to revive her memories.

OR (and my personal favorite cuz angst)

She has the same feelings as in option 1 but is too scared that she'll put him in danger knowing what Levana did to her but also more than that, she's internalized Adri's words so much and the way society treats cyborgs that she's certain Kai would never love her now that she's no longer fully human and has even seemed to have lost her Lunar glamour that may have been able to hide the imperfection of her extremities otherwise that would have made her tolerable to Kai after her little accident in the fire.

So Kai continues to woo his lost princess turned mechanic, more in love with her than ever, new quirks and imperfections and all while Cinder has a daily meltdown about how badly she wants to kiss Kai but also about how badly that would end once he finds out what she's become.

In this AU, Rikan does not die cuz I need Kai stress free so he can continue his shenanigans. Peony also does not die because the only angst we need is Cinder being overly critical of herself and Kai's pained longing to have the love of his life back.

Idk how the rest of the Rampion crew would play into this cuz admittedly I just wanted an angsty Kaider situation where Kai has to save Cinder from herself like Xayah has to for Rakan in the Everything Goes On MV.

Any further suggestions for this AU welcome! Also if someone wants to write it then be my guest and do tag me cuz I am in too much of a writing slump these days to do so myself.

[toasnearlynakedghost]

I feel like the CoD writers gave each of these characters a tragic backstory. Are there any characters in CoD who don’t have a tragic backstory?

The MC’s parents are dead. We learned this in the prologue.

I’m going to list off the characters and the tragic backstories so if you’re new to CoD/haven’t read a consort path yet and don’t want spoilers then stop here. If you’re new and love spoilers then click keep reading.

Guy Avari’s mother is dead. His step mother wants him dead and hired an assassin to assassinate him but she failed.

Lynt’s father had him betrothed as a child to be in an arranged marriage when he was an adult. Lynt didn’t protest this or try to do anything to stop it though, unless he meets and likes the MC. Edit: His grandfather who was who he was closest to, his favorite relative, is dead.

Fenn was neglected by his parents as a child, was in a terrible relationship with his nanny who became his ex and step mom. It’s super weird his nanny dated him and then left him to marry his dad. Then she tried to assassinate Fenn’s mom and the other Luxure Queens so she was sentenced to death.

Toa’s father was cold, strict, and emotionally neglectful to him and put pressure on him to compete with Guy. His sisters were emotionally abusive and physically abusive (the hair pulling) to him. Also since his father was in the running for the Grand Prix in MakaNai as a new datable consort path option does that implies Toa’s mother might be dead, or is there polygamy in Quelsum like Luxure has? I have yet read Toa’s book 2 in MakaNai so maybe that has more info on this?

Roy has the pressure on him to be a prince and one day rule a kingdom, but so do the other crown princes.

Rio doesn’t have as much magical talent as the other crown princes and he doesn’t know how to use Ancient Magic so he tries really hard to improve his swordsmanship to overcompensate for it.

Grayson’s uncle who he looked up to like a father died. Grayson’s friend Joel became a mercenary and then tried to murder him.

Jasper almost died when he tried to defend Guy from an assassination attempt so to keep him alive Guy and Jasper preformed illegal magic to like tie Jasper’s life force to Guy with what CoD called servile magic. So if anyone successfully kills Guy then Jasper’s life force he got from Guy will go back to Guy and Jasper will die in place of him.

Knight is an orphan from the slums of Quelsum. He doesn’t know who his parents are. He has a magic gem imbedded into his chest by someone that stunted his growth and magical ability. He doesn’t know who put it there and only the person who put it in can take it out.

Tino is the son of the head of the Maes family who serves directly under the king of Akedia so ever since Tino was born he’s had expectations and pressure put onto him to become the next head of the Maes family and directly serve the next king of Akedia. Tino’s cousin Daan was emotionally and physically abusive to him as a child/when they were growing up.

Lance’s mother is dead. His father wants to start a war between the kingdoms and wants to murder people. Lance’s best friend is dead and Lance blames himself for this.

Dia’s adoptive mother used him and his talent for singing for her own gain. She’s abusive.

Lou doesn’t remember or know who his parents are or were. It’s implied the Iritum organization may have killed them.

To answer the question at the beginning of this post Lynt, Roy, and Rio are the only ones who don’t have a tragic backstory, or much of one.

If there’s anything I forgot feel free to say it in the comments and I can edit and add to this.

[rogersevans]

Quarantine Wedding

Pairings: Chris Evans x Y/n Downey - Chris Evans x Y/n Evans

Warnings: just fluff, wedding (if they make you emotional), implied smut towards the end

Summary: Y/n never planned her dream wedding, but in their back garden, surrounded by their families, during a global pandemic seems pretty perfect to her. apart of the evans’ series.

Sunday mornings were Y/n’s and Chris’s favourite day of the week, the only time they got to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets and each other, going undisturbed from the outside world. Chris currently had Y/n lying between his legs, her back against his bare chest as he rested against the head of the bed.  

Y/n was absentmindedly playing with the engagement ring on her finger, something she had started to do since he put it on, twiddling it with her thumb.

Dodger was at their feet, on his back with his legs spread, snoring away.  

“We should get married.” Y/n mumbled like she was thinking something through in her mind, thumb still playing with the ring.

“We are...” Chris reminded her, placing a small kiss to her temple. “That’s what this is for.” Taking her small hand in his, holding it up to show off the ring as it glistened in the Sunday morning sun.  

“No,” she protested with a giggle, getting up onto her knees and wrapping the sheet around her naked body, turning to face her fiancé. “I mean sooner, like tomorrow.”  

“Tomorrow?”

“Or Thursday if you’re too busy.” Rolling her eyes playfully she scooted closer to him, now in his lap, the sheet now being held up by their bodies, closing the gap. Her hands finding his hair, raking her fingers through it and massaging his scalp. “I want to be Mrs Evans, I want to get married in our back garden, with our families... No one else.” Chris hummed in agreement, letting his hands fall to her hips.  

“You don’t want a big wedding?” Licking his lips, his eyes now open and focused on every detail of her, the small freckle that sat just above the curve of her right breast, the thin chain that sat around her neck with a small diamond C resting in the centre he’d bought her on their second anniversary, the butt dimpled in her chin, something she hated but another thing he adored.  

Truthfully, she didn’t, she never envisioned herself surrounded by 300 people as she said ‘I do’, she just wanted a small, intimate wedding, less than 30 people.  

The pair had been engaged for five months and the pandemic had haltered all of their plans to celebrate, they had various zoom celebrations with their families and friends and when they were allowed to travel back home their hallway was filled with presents and balloons.  

They had managed to keep the news out of the press, wanting to bask in the newness of their engagement privately, it had been blissful but Y/n was becoming impatient.  

Silently shaking her head, she dipped her head her lips just a whisper away from Chris’s, “I just want you, as my husband.” She whispered making Chris’s entire body shiver, and in one swift movement Y/n is on her back with Chris lying on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow and tracing shapes on her are stomach.

She doesn’t stop herself from reaching up and cupping his cheek, booping his nose with her thumb, making them both giggle and then running her fingers over his beard, one her favourite features of her fiancé the way it feels against her skin makes her feel alive.  

“Tomorrow.” Was all he replied with, letting his lips fall down to her nose.  

After another hour of being tangled up in one another, the room filled with her soft moans and Chris made love to her, turned on at the thought of her becoming his wife tomorrow. They started organising everything, never leaving the bed unless it was for Dodger, food or toilet breaks.  

They had delivered the news to their families and the cheers or screams (Carly and Shanna) we’re piercing, even though the speaker of their phones.  

Chris booked flights for his family to be able to attend, they were getting in at around 10pm that night. Y/n demanded that everyone be tested before they stepped foot in their home, so she arranged for someone to come out and test everyone. Y/n’s family were due to arrive tomorrow morning, the nerves bubbled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of her mom and dad being in the same room again, something she hadn’t experienced in years.  

“Baby, it’ll be fine.” Giving a chaste kiss to her knuckles, “we’re getting married tomorrow.” He mumbled against them, his voice raspy and tired after a long day of planning, all doubt or anxiety about her parents leaving her body just from his touch, his words settled her completely.  

“I can’t wait to be your wife.” Standing to her tiptoes she nudged her nose with his, their gaze still looked before her eyes fluttered shut, breathing him in and relishing in the moment before his lips found hers.  

“What are you going to do about a dress?” Scott asked in a hushed tone, not wanting Chris to hear their conversation, closing the door to their bedroom behind him.  

The house was extremely busy downstairs with everyone completing last minute preparations so Scott and Y/n had snuck away for a quiet moment to get ready, knowing Y/n didn’t function when stressed. He could tell she wanted nothing more than to have Chris at her side, one didn’t move without the other.

But Scott demanded, as the self appointed best man/man of honour, that they be apart for the night before and the day of, still up-keeping some form of tradition.

Unknowingly to Scott, Chris had snuck back into their bedroom last night when everyone was asleep, not wanting to be away from one another with the excitement of the next day bubbling. 

Like children on Christmas Eve.  

The busyness of the day had helped keep them both distracted, not giving them much time to sneak off for a moment of privacy. 

“I bought something a few months ago, thinking ahead.” Y/n rummaged through her and Chris’s shared walk-in closet, plucking a black garment bag which was hidden at the very back.  

Unzipping the bag, Y/n revealed the white, embroidered, floor length cami wedding dress. Scott couldn’t contain his gasp as he softly took the dress in his hands, admiring it silently.  

“Where did you find this?” His eyes not leaving the dress, his fingers running over the patterns.

“ASOS,” she started. “I saw it on there and had to have it, I’m going to wear it with these...” Trailing off as she bent down to pick up her pair of all white, high-topped converses, now beaming from ear to ear.

“You’re joking right?”

“Heels aren’t me,” shrugging her shoulders she took the dress from Scott and disappeared into the en-suite to get ready.  

“What about rings?” Scott asked on the other side of the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed go through the checklist he had created in his mind.

“I think Chris has that sorted.” Was all she replied too focused on not damaging the dress as she slipped it on carefully, not hearing when Scott said something about checking on the decorations and leaving. 

After ten minutes Y/n stepped out of the bathroom to show Scott, her hair now falling freely over her shoulders and the slightest bit of make-up, the dress hugged her figure perfectly as the flowed around her.  

“Wow.” Chris’s voice sounded, making her jump back behind the bathroom door, shutting it, hoping he didn’t see too much. “Baby, what’re you doing?” Walking over to the bathroom door, trying to push it open.

“I thought you were Scott. You’re not supposed to see me!” Y/n cried from behind the door.

“I don’t care, we’re getting married during a pandemic, in our back garden with less than twenty people... So, I think the traditions are out the window.” His hand still on the door knob, letting a breathy chuckle out. “C’mon gorgeous, I wanna see you.” He attempted to persuade her.

Slowly the door started to open to reveal Y/n stood there, holding either side of her dress as she twirled for Chris, giggling as she did.

Well fuck, the sight made Chris’s heart swell, his palms became sweaty as his eyes trailed over her, drinking in her appearance, his smile never leaving his lips.  

Y/n took the opportunity to take in her fiancé's appearance, he was currently in black dress pants, a white shirt tucked into his pants with the top few buttons undone, and a tie hanging around his neck, untied. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

“Was gonna ask you to do my tie...” He choked out, his eyes now meeting hers.  

Without word she took a step forward and began fastening the last few buttons before making work of his tie, his hands found her hips, rubbing small circles with his thumbs as he watched her intently.  

“You look...” He started, but was cut off by Y/n.

“Handsome, you look insanely handsome. I’m lucky you’re about to become my husband.” Her eyes still fixated on the tie, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip as she concentrated. Once satisfied her fingers smoothed out his collar and tie. “Now go, before Scott sees you in here. Anyone would think he’s the one getting married.” Both chuckling softly.  

With her command Chris didn’t move away, just one step closer to her, closing the gap between them, his hands now cupping her cheeks, both looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he dipped his head down to kiss her.  

This kiss wasn’t like all the others he had sneaked in the past twenty four hours, it was different.

Y/n’s mind casting back to the night Chris told her he loved her for the first time, the kiss matching that. It was filled with adoration, passion and love, making her stomach do flips and her heart hammer against her chest.  

“Go,” Y/n mumbled against his lips after a few seconds, pushing his abdomen. “I’ll see you down there handsome.” Giving her one last kiss before walking away, leaving her now by herself as she jumped up and down in their bathroom, the tiniest squeal leaving her lips.  

The next half an hour rushed by so quickly, now the pair were stood at the bottom of their garden in front of their families, their garden littered with fairy lights hung above them, their families stood watching proudly. 

It was simple and perfect, no fuss. 

Scott was ordaining the ceremony something Chris and Y/n weren’t aware he could do until last night. Too scared to know the reason why he decided to become an ordained minister, “you never know when you might need it” was all he said. 

“Y/n,” Chris started, his hands shaking a little. “I can’t imagine my life without you, since you came barging into it 22 years ago. From the very first day of filming back in 2011, I knew you were it for me, even if I didn’t know it.” That caused everyone to laugh, “I love how you’re always there by my side, how you always tie my tie... Even if I know how to do it myself.” Y/n gasped shocked at his admission, laughing along with everyone. “At first it was a tactic to be near you, but the look of concentration you have every time, drives me crazy.” He laughed as she shook her head, beaming from ear to ear. “You make me the happiest man alive every day, even when you’re beating my ass at guitar hero. I love how passionate and impatient you are... Today being an example of that.” Everyone laughed again, he reached for her cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb. “I can’t believe I get to call you my wife... I love you.”

Y/n was speechless, wiping away the tears that continued to fall, it was like he’d winded her with his words, her body tingled with excitement and love as the feeling of becoming Mrs Evans drew closer.

“Chris,” she started. “You are one of the most amazing, crazy talented, men I’ve ever known, I’m in constant awe of what you’re capable of... Seriously, it's annoying... I will make it my life mission to find something you’re not good at.” Chris’s loud laughter now echoed over your families laughs, his hand falling to his chest. “Your laugh, is my favourite sound of yours and if I could play it on repeat I would, but I’ll just settle for making you laugh with my terribly bad dad jokes-”

“Oh no!” Chris groaned at her statement, making everyone laugh again.

“Our love consumes me, I knew from the moment Lizzie told me you liked me that I had to have you, no matter what. Everyone constantly tells me how intense our love is, but it wasn’t until someone described it perfectly to me that I understood,” Y/n took the opportunity to side eye Scott, recalling the night they had a very drunken conversation about her relationship with Chris, making Scott laugh. “We’re so in sync with one another, you move, I move, we could be in a room filled with people, on opposite ends and we would still find each other without looking. Being with you,” she had to stop to compose herself, not wanting to cry during her vows. “Is like living a dream come true, especially during the simple times, no plans, no noise, just us doing nothing.”

Chris didn’t hide his tears as they freely fell, the sniffles from everyone, including Robert could be heard now.

After a few more words from Scott, once he calmed down, the cheers erupted as their lips connected, their first kiss as husband and wife. Chris pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss. “I got you, Mrs Evans.” He whispered against her lips, making her giggle.  

The rest of the night was spent with their families, basking in the events of the day as they ended the night with the fire pit lit, gathered around it. Y/n was still in her dress and converse clad feet, her hair now tied up as she sat on the floor in between her husband's legs. 

She was currently admiring her wedding band, it was rose gold, slim and had diamonds wrapped around it, fitting perfectly against her engagement ring. reaching for the hand that rested on her shoulder, now playing with his wedding band, his band was thick, black and had a thin, rose gold strip around the centre. 

Chris had purchased them the day he bought the engagement ring and had hidden them in his sock drawer in his bedside, his hiding spots were getting better. 

“I’m so happy for you guys.” Robert softly whispered, puling his daughter into his arms holding her tightly against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re married!” 

“I know... I have to live with a boy!” She quipped back and Robert’s body started to vibrate with laughter, her cheek resting on his should as they continued to hug, not wanting to let go.

“My baby...” Now cupping her cheeks, giving his daughter one last look of pride before letting go. “You’ve always been my favourite child.” He whispered, Y/n knew he was joking but she laughed in agreement anyway. Out of her other three siblings they both shared a close relationship, Y/n was his saving grace when he was younger, having her at a young age bonded them. 

“Chris, I can’t believe you’re my son now... How weird.” Chris smiles broadly at the term son, instead of son-in-law, he knew Robert classed him as part of the family and not because he had to. "Welcome to the family, legally.. Let’s face it you’ve always been apart of this family.” Sharing a quick embrace before slipping past the newlyweds to speak to Lisa.

“Do you want to dance?” Chris bent down to whisper in his wife's ear, his hands finding her hips and back pressed against his chest, only to have her hum in response. 

Guiding her to an open spot in the garden, taking his hand in hers and spinning her so she was now facing him. His large hands resting on her hips whilst her hands snaked around his waist, the music that played from the speakers in the house guiding them. “You’re my wife,” stating softly, his lips finding her forehead.

“That’s right Evans,” the nickname now sounding futile with both being Evans’. “You’re stuck with me, no getting out this.” Her index finger was pointing between them before wrapping back around his neck. 

“Never.” 

It was nearing 2am when Chris and Y/n climbed the stairs to their bedroom, once the click of their door shutting was heard she reached behind trying to unzip her dress but struggled due to her tired state, contemplating just sleeping her dress.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her husband as he guided the zip down slowly, leaving slow, wet kisses on shoulder, using his callous fingers to brush the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the dress pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her panties.  

“My wife, you’re stunning.” He said lowly, the only light in the room was the light of the moon streaming through the windows. Y/n turned to face him, starting to unbutton his shirt which was now untucked, tie long gone and the top two buttons already undone, his collar bones and tattoos poking out through his shirt.  

Pushing the shirt off of him, she traced his tattoos with her fingers, a hiss of pleasure escaping from his throat, making him tighten the grip on her hips she didn’t know he had.  

The C necklace glistening in the moonlight.

That’s how they stood for a few minutes, their eyes never breaking from one another, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on her hips.  

Y/n guided her new husband to their bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge and he sat down closely followed by her straddling him. “Mr Evans,” her voice laced with arousal. “I do believe, you’re wearing one too many items of clothing.” She tsked, her finger trailing down his abdomen, his muscles twitching when she did, effortlessly flicking the button of his pants open.  

“That can be fixed... Mrs Evans.” He purred in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.