#WHAT HAPPENED!!!! HOW DID THEY TRANSLATE IT!!!! A

[sbcdh]

“Oh gosh the fire. Yes it was truly a tragedy. You know, HECA79 was the prototype for the new regulation model. Well, haha, new for the time. It was the seventies after all. It really is fascinating. She was the first one we put in the class N tanks. Fascinating technology for the time, clever as the dickens. You see, the insides of the tank were to be lined with a thin layer of magnetically laminated gold calcite particles that formed a reflective lattice under electrical stimulation. A gold plated one-way mirror for brainwaves! I’m sure you understand, it was the best we could do for 1983-”

“So you subscribe to the, uh, equipment malfunction theory?”

“Huh? Oh! Oh. Terribly sorry. Equipment malfunction? As I recall, it functioned quite well.”

“So you believe the fire was caused by something else?”

“The fire? Oh. Well, I’m not quite sure. I don’t know the exact specifications, but if I recall correctly, there were all sorts of firebreaks and engineers and junior-engineers stationed all around –all helmeted, mind you– to make sure that sort of thing never happened.”

“And yet.”

“And yet. Indeed…Well, between you and me, I think It was one of the junior engineers.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes. We were a bit of a maverick bunch back then. Reagan gave us all that research money, but, well, its always a bit different when the wheels hit the pavement haha. Oh. Oh. I hope I haven’t gotten anyone in trouble. They were nice lads all. Well, some of them were Germans, but nice lads.”

“We are more interested in your observations of HECA79. I was told you were able to directly observe her during the incident. If there is anything you can tell us, please, speak loudly enough for the tape to hear.”

“Oh! Oh gosh. You know, I completely forgot we were being taped haha! And you caught all of my rambling! Well, I think I can help you out. Oh yes. Now. You must understand. A good half of this is going to be embellished. You know how memories go, you always get more heroic looking back as time goes on haha. But yes, I think I can help you out. Ah, where should I start?”

“What was the first thing out of the ordinary that you noticed?”

“Her lips were moving.”

“Is that out of the ordinary?”

“By gosh for a plutophant yes! At full emmanation, there is no part of them that is not the market! Every neuron soaked in hypno-amphetamine rocket fuel! Most of them –if you’ll pardon my language sir– shit their tanks the moment their Id touches the sub-finantial background grid! What do you think half those tubes are for! A plutophant in full emmanation doesn’t have a braincell to spare to keep their sphincters closed, much less perform something as complex as speech!”

“I see. Could you make out what the asset was saying?”

“Oh no. No, I’m afraid not. I can’t read lips. Back in those days, they were hooked up to a helmet, and then the helmet read the delta-wave patterns, and then printed that on magnetic tape. That way, we could feed the tape to some lob-, ah translators, and have them interpret the feed.”

“When did her lips start to move? What time of day?”

“Funny thing, almost exactly at 12:03. I should have been off at lunch, but I was procrastinating. I had a crossword I was right on the edge of solving. It was one of those big words that goes all the way across the page. TIMEPIECE. I remember that clear as day.”

“Interesting. I have here that equipment registered the fire almost exactly seven minutes later.”

“Oh dear. Do you understand what that means sir?”

“No, please, enlighten me.”

“Is that a schematic of the N class tank you have there? Hand it over. Thank you sir. So. Back in 1983, we didn’t have any of the fancy digital equipment we have now. Well, we did, but not to the same degree. Most of our equipment was good old analogue. You see this module here? These weren’t part of our system. No, we were waiting on the replacements to show up.”

“And, what is that part?” 

“Think of it like the uh, ah yes, the carburetor in a car. It keeps everything balanced. Keeps the subjects metabolism steady so they don’t chew through the drugs too fast, keeps the tank at the ideal temperature for chemical reactions, without boiling the subject like a lobster haha. But the key is, it was completely mechanical. But at the end of the day, it's just a bunch of tubes full of fluid that move based on pressure differentials.”

“Which means?”

“Well, heat would throw it off.”

“Here, I think we have a schematic. Now, doctor, this is very important. I need you to explain to me exactly how the machine malfunctioned, and how it would affect HECA79.”

“Well technically, it wasn’t malfunctioning at all. It was functioning correctly, just under less-than-ideal circumstances. Oh, haha. Yes, haha, but thats not what you’re looking for haha. Yes. Well. What side did the fire hit it from? Do you know?”

“This one here.”

“Fascinating. Well. Then, the apparatus would have uh, hm. Oh dear.”

“Doctor.”

“It would have spiked the hypnostimulant feed, while introducing impurities.”

“Which means?”

“I- I haven’t the slightest idea. It would've been deadly, I can assure you that. But its as if…Its as if you had a car, coasting in neutral, downhill at terminal velocity, and then you switched gears to high gear, and then slammed the gas while spraying rocket fuel into the intake.”

“Could we ask you to write a full report on your speculation?”

“Frankly sir, I am as intrigued as you are. You would have to hold my wrists to keep me from writing on this. Fascinating.”

ENCLOSED: FINAL READOUT OF HECA79

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Of Pregnancy and Rome 

Emperor Geta x Reader

Summary: Your pregnancy came as a little surprise to you but not to the people.

The people of Rome adored their Empress.

So it came as no surprise to you when your pregnancy was announced, the people of Rome celebrated with you.

It warmed your heart to know that people liked you and supported you.

Your husband wasn't much different.

He lived to worship you.

And he did in many ways.

Your pregnancy at first was nothing but a wish, you wished for a child so you could make your husband happy.

You knew how he longed for an heir. For a son. 

An heir was not the reason why he married you. He adored you, being the daughter of a senator, Geta saw you almost every day, he would call it love, you would say obsession.

But he was nothing but kind to you, and you fell in love with him.

You two got married quickly.

And then it happened.

Your pregnancy was celebrated all over the Empire. 

People sent you gifts and you were proud.

And as your belly grew, so did the worries of your husband. 

The possibility of disloyalty of betrayal and treason. 

Even if people liked you, they didn't like him quite as much. Geta's biggest fear was that you would get hurt because of him. 

He forbid you from doing many things.

Leaving the palace was one. You must have a guard with you at all times.

You knew the limitations of your freedom were due to Geta's worries.

So, you tried your best to lessen his worries any moment you two spent together.

"My Love? Our child is moving." you said as you walked over to him sitting on the bed. You stood before him grabbed his hand and placed it where you felt the movement moments before. "Oh, he stopped." you said but his hand remained on your side.

Then you felt a very strong kick. It made Geta look up at you and you smiled.

"He's strong." you said as his eyes filled with adoration. 

"Is this what you always feel?"

"No, he is usually calm, and rarely kicks me."

"He must love you already just like I do. He doesn't wish to harm you." he then pulled on your robe and exposed your skin before he placed a long kiss on it. "And I love my son just as I love you, My Empress." you began to run your hand through Geta's hair.

You enjoyed these moments of silence and love.

Because during these times, he was able to forget his worries and only concentrate on one thing.

His love for you.

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[usagiarchive]

what is love? — jing yuan x reader (in the eyes of yanqing)

"Ooh, maybe someday, could it happen to me too? When will it be? Who will it be? I wanna know, know, know, know, what is love?" — TWICE

sypnosis. [ 0.4k words. fluff. family. ] — When asked on the question of love, Yanqing thinks of his parents.

“Mama, what is love?”

You turn your attention to the little boy snuggled into your side as you read him a Xianzhou fairytale.

“What do you think love is, honey?”

The kid pondered for a moment before answering, “You and Dad are love!”

The joy he displayed on his face melted your heart and you couldn't help but bundle him up in your arms.

“Really? How so?”

“Don't you and Dad love each other? Isn't that love?”

You smiled and laughed a little, “That's an action, sweetheart, we love each other, it's not really a meaning, sweet boy,”

He tilted his head at you like a seal, very confused.

“The meaning of love and being in love are two different things, honey,” you tell him, not knowing how to approach the subject of love with a four-year old child.

“Think of it this way, let's think of love as your swords, Swords and using your swords are two different things, right?”

The child blinks up at you, “Mama, I understand… but at the same time I don't…”

You laughed and gave him a kiss on his forehead, “I'll explain when you're older, but for now… bedtime!”

…

Yanqing doesn't remember the interaction now that he's grown older, but if he thinks about what love is for him, you'd find his answer the same.

Love for him, was you and his Dad.

In the way that you learned to love tea as he did, even if you didn't like it at all, detested it at first, all because he loves it and you love him.

In the way his Dad never let you do anything when he's around, during grocery runs he'd lift all the bags and just let you hold his hand, during your weekend dates, he'd never let you worry about anything.

In the way you'd immediately get a pillow and a blanket if you find him sleeping in the patio (and most of the time join him), because he always complains about the crick in his neck he always has when he wakes up.

In the way he'd never seen the two of you have a serious fight, not in front of him at least, or not long enough that he'd notice because the two of you resolved anything within minutes of talking.

In the way his Dad would always peel an orange for you to share, “A half for your Mom, a half for me”, even if you'd go for a second orange, half of it will always be the other’s.

So yeah, if ever you'd ask Yanqing what love is. His answer would be you and Dad.

And maybe… he thinks as he pictures a certain spitfire girl that burrowed her way into his heart, maybe he can find a love like that, too…

usagi's note: december has been so incredibly kind to me (aside from me breaking my foot and not getting sunday) it's actually been so nice, ive met more people in this app and people here are so supportive and nice! i think ill enjoy this more hehe, merry christmas guys :))

also guys how do you do the tiny text thing? im so interested and i kinda wanna try that type of format in my works.

@usagiarchive 2024. do not repost, translate, or use for AI.

[lurkingshan]

Shan's Favorite Dramas of 2024

The year is wrapping up and I have forced myself to narrow down to a list of 15 (I tried 10 but the choices were too hard!) of my favorite 2024 dramas across genres and countries of origin. This is not every drama I liked this year (that list would be incredibly long), but these are the ones that inspired the most brain rot and really stuck with me.

At 25:00 in Akasaka (Japan, Gaga)

The mood and tone of this drama was just perfect, and I loved the way it explored the blurred lines and confusion that can result when the real and fake aspects of a professional relationship get all mixed up. Hayama was a great character and I loved his arc, in particular.

Cherry Magic (Thailand, Viu)

I still can't believe how much I loved this adaptation. A fantastic example of taking a work from another culture and translating it to a new context while not only retaining the core narrative, but even enhancing it. This show gave us what the Japanese version didn't--the resolution to the physical intimacy arc at the core of the premise--and retained all the charm of the original while adding new humor. And delivered one of the best romances of the year while it was at it!

Don't Care for an Old Man's Underwear (Japan, fansub)

Oppan, my beloved. Easily the best family drama of the year, loaded with excellent messages while (mostly) avoiding feeling like an after-school special. Makoto's journey to update his thinking with Daichi's help, and the mutual friendship that developed between them, is one of my favorite relationships of the year. I loved every character's story; there is something for everyone to connect with in this show.

Fangs of Fortune (China, iQIYI)

This drama was just so much FUN. A gorgeous feast for the eyes, a wealth of fascinating characters and relationship dynamics, and a fast-moving plot that you don't need to try too hard to understand. It was a great binge and Li Lun was easily my favorite villain of the year.

Gyeongseong Creature (South Korea, Netflix)

A gorgeous period piece set during one of the darkest chapters of Korean history, this one took me by surprise (I am usually not a horror girlie). The writing for this show had surprising depth and I loved its themes around family and loyalty and survival under fascism.

Knock Knock Boys (Thailand, Gaga)

My boys! I loved this show about a group of four queer men living together in a shared house, getting into mischief and supporting each other through school and work and relationship struggles. The show is funny and breezy but also manages to tackle some serious issues with grace while delivering two strong romances and my favorite coming out narrative of the year.

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (South Korea, iQIYI)

Winner for best QL of the year, and a romance that will be sticking with me for a long time. Dohoe is one of the most honest and unflinching depictions of a an adult psyche shaped by childhood abuse that I have ever seen on my screen. It was healing to see him treated with such compassion and to see him and Juyoung find their way to a happy life together. An absolute must watch for all you angst with a happy ending fans.

Love for Love’s Sake (South Korea, iQIYI)

It's so hard to get a high concept premise like this right, but this drama did an amazing job with it. It's one of those shows where you can go back over everything that happened in retrospect and it all adds up, and I loved that the ending lent itself to so many different interpretations. One of the best watch experiences of the year.

Love in the Big City (South Korea, Viki)

Go Young, my beloved. This drama adaptation of the internationally successful novel exceeded my wildest expectations, and I am still a little stunned that we got the privilege of seeing it. It is, bar none, the most authentically queer show on this list, and a beautiful depiction of all the significant relationships in one young man's life. I will be rewatching it many times and keeping it close to my heart.

Love is Like a Poison (Japan, fansub)

A masterful blend of comedy, action, and romance, this drama about a lawyer with delusions of grandeur and the scam artist who decides to become his partner was a constant delight and gave us my favorite battle couple of the year.

Marahuyo Project (Philippines, YouTube)

I can't tell you the joy and relief I felt to get another high quality queer drama from the Philippines this year. And this one had such a great cast of characters, anchored by one of my favorite protagonists of the year in King. It's funny, it's romantic, it's touching, and as always for a JP Haboc production, it has an amazing soundtrack.

She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat (Japan, fansub)

My girls! I'm still amazed by how much this drama gave us in its second season by expanding the world of the show beyond our two main characters to include so many other women whose stories were just as fascinating. This is the season where Nomoto and Kasuga really came into themselves and started building the life they want to have together, and it was a real joy to watch.

Tender Light (China, YouKu)

The way this show had me in a chokehold while it was airing! Visually stunning, incredibly well-constructed, and featuring one of the best performances of the year from Zhang Xin Cheng, it's an exhilarating mystery and a very touching story of the unusual bond between a student and the older woman who fascinates and terrifies him.

The Midnight Romance in Hagwon (South Korea, Viki)

You know a drama is good when it has you deeply invested in a random topic you never thought you were interested in. In this case, that's the intense debate on pedagogical methods between the public schools and hagwons in Korea. Alongside delivering a great romance, this drama was passionate about teaching and it sucked me right in to the Korean literature lessons at the heart of the story.

Unknown (Taiwan)

No other drama inspired more brain rot in me this year than this story of a family rocked by changing feelings as the chosen siblings grow up. The loyalty and love and complex desire between Wei Qian and Wei Yuan is the heart of this story, and the drama did an incredible job of taking us along for the journey as things shifted and changed between them. I still think about them all the time.

Bonus: Favorite Classic Dramas Watched for the First Time in 2024

I am always catching up on an endless backlog of dramas alongside my live watches. Here are the best gems I finally watched this year.

Lost (South Korea, Viki)

I loved this deeply melancholy drama about two lost souls who connect unexpectedly. I finally pulled it up from my to be watched list because it shares director Hur Jin Ho with Love in the Big City (he did part 2 with Go Young's mom) and it sure feels like it! The characters are deep and complicated, the relationships are complex and carefully built, and it is hands down the best encapsulation of a failed marriage between two good people who truly loved each other that I have ever seen. It's heavy and not for everyone--mining the depths of human despair is kind of its thing--but if you like this sort of story it's world class.

Mouse (South Korea, Viki)

I was recently in the market for a good mystery thriller, so I finally watched this apparently very divisive 2021 drama--and if there's a divide I am firmly on the HELL YEAH side of the line. This drama had an interesting concept (that I will not describe bc holy shit spoilers, you should go in knowing nothing) that it unwound with remarkable patience and precision over 20 episodes. Its themes were strong and consistent, the lead characters were super compelling, the plotting and pacing and editing were unbelievably tight, the performances were incredible, and it made a lot of provocative points and ended well, feeling coherent and complete. It sustained my full interest and attention without any stumbles for ~25 incredible hours.

Mr. Sunshine (South Korea, Netflix)

Another one that's been on my watch list forever and finally got its moment when I was in the mood for a historical where ladies got to wield weapons alongside the men. And unsurprisingly, I loved it. Writer Kim Eun Sook is known for her big, glossy, epic dramas, and her style made a good pairing with a story about a rebel faction during the Japanese occupation of Korea. I really loved all the main characters in this show, and was moved by the complicated exploration of their loyalty (or lack thereof) to their homeland. This drama also has a very strong class analysis baked into its themes, which I very much appreciated. It was a traumatic watch, but in a way that felt right given the setting and the choices characters made.

The Miracle of Teddy Bear (Thailand, YouTube)

I watched this one on a mission and it was worth every moment. Nut is one of my favorite protagonists in any queer drama, and I thought the show made great use of its fantasy concept to explore some very real human experiences with depth and compassion. This show feels like an especially important counterpoint to the Thal BL bubble, and I recommend it highly for anyone who enjoys those dramas.

When I Fly Towards You (China, Netflix)

And we end on a light and sweet note, with my favorite coming of age romance that I watched all year. This drama was just lovely, and it will be a go-to rewatch for me for years to come. There’s something so comforting about a story where you start with the happy ending before jumping to the beginning, and just get to sit back and see how they get there. I loved all the characters in this and marveled at how it was never boring despite being decidedly low angst.

[firstkanaphans]

Khun Dome's Peaceful Property fic, CH. 2

The director of Peaceful Property wrote a fic as a Christmas present for the fandom. You can read my translation of the first chapter here. And you can find the original Thai version of this chapter here.

2 days ago The night Peach called Home but he didn’t pick up Sat, 21/12 peach93 & Dome Online Psychic

peach93: [phone call to Dome lasting 01:13:06] peach93: Thank you na krap, Uncle Dome Online Psychic: Not a problem ja Dome Online Psychic: I’m always here if you need advice Dome Online Psychic: 💯💯💯 peach93: But Uncle krap peach93: I still have doubts peach93: Why does it have to be on the night of the 24th? Dome Online Psychic: It’s in accordance with the universal astrology Dome Online Psychic: It’s just a coincidence that it also happens to be Christmas Eve peach93: But aren’t you a Thai psychic krap? Dome Online Psychic: Do you believe me or not? peach93: Fine fine. I believe you krap. Dome Online Psychic: Just do exactly as your uncle tells you Dome Online Psychic: And it’ll fix your bad luck Dome Online Psychic: Your life will be free from aging, illness, and disease Dome Online Psychic: So you can love each other for a very long time peach93: We’re just friends krap Dome Online Psychic: [picture of a very surprised Peach] [Translator’s note: It’s Tay Tawan] peach93: Wait a minute na krap. How did you get my picture? Dome Online Psychic: I am a psychic Dome Online Psychic: Seeing the future ❌ Seeing two male friends act suspiciously ✅ Dome Online Psychic: May it be so. Like TayNew 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 peach93: Uncle!

Today Tue, 21/12 14:14 Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

pangx2🍞: [Screenshot of the thumbnail for an episode of “Ghost Talk Radio: The Haunting Wave of the New Generation.” The episode is titled “The Demon of Wat Pho Kla has been defeated” and the host’s name is Khun Polka.] [Translator's note: Wat Pho Kla is the temple Peach was visiting in the previous chapter. And also Khun Polka appears to be GMMTV manager P’Jack.] pangx2🍞: Isn’t this the ghost the villagers asked for your help with, Hia? peach93: Yes pangx2🍞: Oh! You did the job by yourself without saying anything? pangx2🍞: I missed out on filming the ghost-busting content peach93: Ha ha  go HOME!: [gif of Michael Scott from “The Office” saying “OH, WOW!”] Lawyer Kan: May I say something na ka Lawyer Kan: I have told the customers at the restaurant that we will be closing early tonight ka Lawyer Kan: For your Secret Santa activity, Khun Home peach93: Thank you so much, Kan! go HOME!: [gif of an animated penguin coming out of its shell saying “I LOVE YOU! ❤️”] Lawyer Kan: I will pretend not to see your message, Khun Home na ka go HOME!: 💔💔💔

pangx2🍞, Lawyer Kan, & Suradech Ketmuangrong

pangx2🍞: Did you see, Mae!!! Lawyer Kan: See what ka? pangx2🍞: [screenshot of the above text conversation where Peach admits to ghost-busting solo] Lawyer Kan: I can read it in the group just fine by myself na ka pangx2🍞: In my whole life, I’ve never caught Hia in a lie. Not even once pangx2🍞: This is the very first time! Lawyer Kan: What are you talking about na ka? pangx2🍞: I’ve already looked into everything pangx2🍞: Hia was the one who went to exorcise the ghost for the villagers that night pangx2🍞: But it seems Hia pangx2🍞: Oops. Sent it too soon ha ha pangx2🍞: It seems P’Home was there too pangx2🍞: They’re such good actors  pangx2🍞: Secretly going to exorcise ghosts together just the two of them! pangx2🍞: It’s very suspisious ka pangx2🍞: Isn’t that right, P’Suradech? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krap Lawyer Kan: You spelled “suspicious” wrong ka Lawyer Kan: Why don’t you just ask them directly ka? Lawyer Kan: Since you’ve already figured everything out Lawyer Kan: As it is now, you’re hiding the truth just like them ka pangx2🍞: Whose side are you on, Maeeeee!!!! Lawyer Kan: I’m just saying that everything you’ve accused them of Lawyer Kan: Cannot be used as evidence in court ka Lawyer Kan: Legally… pangx2🍞: 😪😪😪 pangx2🍞: Wake me up when you’re done typing Lawyer Kan: You have to find more concrete evidence ka pangx2🍞: [picture of Peach and Home asleep in bed together] pangx2🍞: This isn’t evidence enough ka?! Lawyer Kan: Stop using the same old evidence ka pangx2🍞: Then what do you want me to do, Mae? pangx2🍞: In just a few hours, it will be time for Secret Santa pangx2🍞: I will not be able to hold it together long enough to play the game! pangx2🍞: I will not be able to hold it together long enough to play the gameee!!! pangx2🍞: I will not be able to hold it together long enough to play the gameeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! Lawyer Kan: Then you need more evidence ka

Lawyer Kan invites Dome Online Psychic to chat

Dome Online Psychic: Hello, Khun Lawyer Kan. This is the new Line account of Uncle Dome Online Psychic since the old Line account I used for a very long time has disappeared. You can contact the team here na krap. Thank you krap 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 Lawyer Kan: @ Dome Online Psychic I would like to speak directly with Uncle Dome ka. I do not want to speak with the automated message response system ka. 

Dome Online Psychic joined to chat

Dome Online Psychic: What’s up ja, Nong Noo Kan? Lawyer Kan: Allow me to get right to the point na ka, Khun Uncle Dome Dome Online Psychic: Do you want a group reading? Dome Online Psychic: That will be more expensive na

Suradech Ketmuangrong left chat

pangx2🍞: Oh! P’Suradech!!! pangx2🍞: Wait! I will pay for you!!! Dome Online Psychic: What do you want to know, Nong Noo Kan? Dome Online Psychic: I see your soulmate is in this group too na Lawyer Kan: I don’t want to talk about that ka! pangx2🍞: [gif of a cartoon rabbit saying “EH, I’M CONFUZZLED…”]

pangx2🍞invites Suradech Ketmuangrong to chat

Dome Online Psychic: Oh! Then what do you want to talk about ja? Lawyer Kan: [picture of Peach and Home asleep in bed together] Dome Online Psychic: Didn’t you say not to use the same old evidence ja? Lawyer Kan: My friend is curious ka Lawyer Kan: Whether these two are dating ka Pangx2🍞: Not just me ka Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krap Dome Online Psychic: Hmm Dome Online Psychic: Where should I start? Lawyer Kan: You can just jump straight to the answer ka Dome Online Psychic: Well it’s like this…

15:13 peach93 & go HOME!

go HOME!: [picture of Home posing for the camera wearing a designer backpack] peach93: What do you want? go HOME!: I just thought you might like to see it peach93: You did not  peach93: Are you going to ask if you should post it? go HOME!: Should I post it?  peach93: Learn to think for yourself sometimes  go HOME!: [gif of Adam Sandler giving the camera a thumbs down, captioned “LAME”] go HOME!: [screenshot of the above picture now posted to Instagram with the caption “Once upon a time.” The picture has 1.3K likes and was posted 1 minute ago.] peach93: I bet if you post it, you will get a thousand likes immediately na go HOME!: I already posted it peach93: I was being sarcastic go HOME!: oh go HOME!: what’s your problem? go HOME!: if you didn’t want me to post it you could have just said so peach93: Would it have stopped you? go HOME!: fine go HOME!: i’ll delete it peach93: Why? peach93: It’s already out there peach93: People are reposting it on Twitter go HOME!: dude go HOME!: it’s called X now you know? peach93: Not funny go HOME!: so what do you want me to do? peach93: Forget it go HOME!: [gif of blinking man] go HOME!: i’m sorry na go HOME!: but when you post a picture go HOME!: you tag everyone go HOME!: except me peach93: I tag you go HOME!: hidden tags are not tags peach93: You’re talking nonsense peach93: You need to learn to think peach93: Why might I hide the tag? ​​go HOME!: i don’t like to think! go HOME!: if there’s something you want to say just say it peach93: 😩 go HOME!: fine ​​go HOME!: i’m dumb ​​go HOME!: i have no idea what you’re talking about ​​go HOME!: i never do​​ ​​go HOME!: that’s why i always have to ask you directly  peach93: For me, you are more special than anyone else peach93: Do you understand now? go HOME!: more special than anyone else go HOME!: are you making fun of me? peach93: Ughhhhhhhhhhhh go HOME!: then what do you want? peach93: 😩😩😩 ​​go HOME!: tell me!!!! peach93: Go tag me in that picture ​​go HOME!: tag you? ​​go HOME!: what for??? peach93: Are you going to tag me or not? ​​go HOME!: fine fine fine ​​go HOME!: [Screenshot of the same Instagram post with “peach93” now tagged right in the middle. The picture was posted 4 minutes ago and now has 2.7K likes.] go HOME!: happy now? peach93: I’m going to call you. Answer the phone peach93: [phone call with Home lasting 00:04:13] peach93: 🙂 ​​go HOME!: [gif of a confused man captioned “THAT’S IT?”] go HOME!: next time you have something to say, just say it directly  peach93: You still don’t understand go HOME!: 😿😿😿 ​​go HOME!: be patient with me ​​go HOME!: okay? peach93: Fine go HOME!: [Screenshot from Home’s Instagram of a picture of him shirtless sitting on the side of the pool. It has 13K likes and was posted 3 months ago.] peach93: Don’t post that one! ​​go HOME!: It was posted a long time ago!!!

16:17 pangx2🍞, Lawyer Kan, Suradech Ketmuangrong, & Dome Online Psychic

Dome Online Psychic: [phone call lasting 01:04:13] pangx2🍞: Oh my godddddddddd Lawyer Kan: Thank you for the information na ka, Uncle Dome Dome Online Psychic: Keep an open mind, kids! pangx2🍞: So do we have to pretend like we don’t know ka? Dome Online Psychic: I can’t give you much advice Dome Online Psychic: action = reaction Dome Online Psychic: Bad luck can only be stopped by not dwelling on it Lawyer Kan: But you’re sure your predictions are correct ka? Dome Online Psychic: My predictions are only estimates Lawyer Kan: I’m starting to doubt everything you’ve told us ka Dome Online Psychic: If there’s nothing else, I will be leaving now na ja

Dome Online Psychic left chat

pangx2🍞: Mae pangx2🍞: i think he overcharged you Lawyer Kan: Yes ka Lawyer Kan: This is clearly a scam. He is a fraud. Lawyer Kan: Where did he go? pangx2🍞: We should take everything he said with a grain of salt, Mae pangx2🍞: But at least we have more evidence now pangx2🍞: [gif of mischievous racoon rubbing his hands together captioned “Hehehehe….”] Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup

7 hours later 23:57 Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

pangx2🍞: [A collection of 4 pictures from the Secret Santa event.] [Translator’s note: They’re BTS pictures from the filming of Peaceful Property. Dome’s in one of them.] go HOME!: [gif of a tired baby raising his arms captioned “YAY”] pangx2🍞: So funnnnnnn pangx2🍞: except no one had time to dress according to the theme pangx2🍞: let’s do it again next year p’homeeeee 💖💖💖 go HOME!: sure thing girl! Lawyer Kan: I just got home na ka Lawyer Kan: Today was fun ka. Thank you na ka peach93: Are you sure it was fun? peach93: Ai’Home ate the cake all by himself and didn’t share with anyone pangx2🍞: 555555555555 go HOME!: [gif of man looking around as if to say “Me?”] go HOME!: who ate the cake and didn’t share it with anyone? pangx2🍞: 👀👀👀 Lawyer Kan: You’re a growing boy ka. I understand ka. Lawyer Kan: Merry Christmas, everyone ka pangx2🍞: merry christmas jaaaaaa peach93: 🥳 🥳 🥳 go HOME!: [gif of dancing Santa Claus captioned “MERRY CHRISTMAS”]

pangx2🍞, Lawyer Kan, & Suradech Ketmuangrong pangx2🍞: Mae!!! Lawyer Kan: What is it now ka? pangx2🍞: Did you see the way they were looking at each other? pangx2🍞: I only have one word: loveeeeeeeeeee Lawyer Kan: Khun Pang ka Lawyer Kan: Stop rambling ka Lawyer Kan: I think they were acting normal  Lawyer Kan: It’s normal for boys to flirt with each other Lawyer Kan: And argue like a married couple Lawyer Kan: And stare into each other’s eyes Lawyer Kan: It’s normal ka pangx2🍞: Normal pangx2🍞: When is that normal? pangx2🍞: since p’home came into my brother’s life  pangx2🍞: he smiles more often pangx2🍞: #crying 😭😭😭 Lawyer Kan: Just let them be themselves ka pangx2🍞: but i think they really like each other  pangx2🍞: it’s just that neither of them will make the first move pangx2🍞: right, p’suradech? Suradech Ketmuangrong: Krup pangx2🍞: you’re no fun pangx2🍞: i’m going to chat with my other friends Lawyer Kan: Congratulations on having more than four friends na ka

3 hours later Wed, 25/12 03:13 Vimarnsukman Ghost-Hunting Co.

Suradech Ketmuangrong: Everyone krap Suradech Ketmuangrong: Khun Noo has something he would like to tell everyone krap Suradech Ketmuangrong: Only he doesn’t want to disturb everyone’s sleep  Suradech Ketmuangrong: So I am typing this message for you to read later per his orders krap Suradech Ketmuangrong: [picture of Home in a hospital bed] Suradech Ketmuangrong: Khun Noo is very sick Suradech Ketmuangrong: He had been admitted to the hospital krap

To be continued

Chapter 3

[t1red-twilight]

through the ages

part 3

content/warnings: gn!reader, spencer’s pov, season 4, angsty, past!spencelle, guilt, jealousy, crashout lol

notes: bring back men who yearn

word count: 3.1k

masterlist series masterlist s. r. masterlist

prev. part

the office was quiet. spencer showed up early, just as he always did. this was the only time he could hear the buzz of the electricity, and the soft thrum of the heating and cooling system. after setting his things down, spencer headed into the kitchenette to make a coffee.

he knew that pretty soon you’d be in, so he fashioned one for you as well. best case scenario, you’d be in when it had cooled down a little. you took your coffee sweet, but nowhere near as sweet as his was. “diabetes inducing,” you’d called it. he’d told you that type 2 diabetes would have to be triggered by many more habits than just his coffee consumption. you’d laughed, despite him not joking.

your desk was conjoined with his, a pane of glass separated them. he walked to your desk and set the coffee cup down and sat in his office chair. your mugs were part of a set: yours had a star pattern and his had moons. he had still taken the care to label both of them with your corresponding names.

by the time you had come in, it was a quarter to eight. you usually showed up at about this time, only ever held back if you missed your train or the traffic got bad on the off chance you took your car.

“spencer!” you exclaimed when you got to your desk. “thank you for the coffee! how are you doing this morning?” it was as if your voice physically brightened the room, alleviating the harsh led lights.

your voice was melodic, it rung in a way that scratched every itch in his brain. “it was no problem. it should be relatively warm by now.” he smiled, hoping his cheeks weren’t too red. he lifted his mug to his lips and sipped a mouthful of coffee.

oh, you had asked his how he was. he thumbed the corner of his mouth where a droplet remained, and answered your question. he gazed over the glass pane dividing you where you had sat. “i’m doing okay,” he stated.

“just okay?” you followed. one of your eyebrows quirked up, you smiled crookedly. the glint in your eye; ah, you were teasing him.

he took another sip of his coffee and set down his mug. “well, not enough has happened today to say whether today has been good or bad,“ he answered. you leaned back in your chair and smiled at his response. “also, are you free tonight? there’s a film screening that I wanted to go to. it’s in korean, and there isn’t a translation yet, but i can whisper a translation to you like i did last time. did you want to go with me?”

an apologetic look blossomed on your face. before you even spoke, spencer knew what your answer would be. “sorry, i have plans.” you paused, almost as if you were contemplating on if you should say the next part. “i have a date.” his heart dropped to his stomach. a date? of all things that could occupy your time it had to be a date?

spencer swallowed down the sinking feeling that grew inside him. he nodded before he spoke, trying desperately to hold onto his composure; you could not, under any circumstances find out about anything. “oh, okay. i’ll let you know how it goes, though.” he stretched his lips into a smile as casually as he could. “it should be a good one.“

you took a sip of the coffee he had made for you. “please do! next time i’ll definitely come with you,” you stated. your eyebrows were slightly pulled together, and your smile had dropped but not disappeared. it would’ve been much more desirable to melt into his office chair than look at the expression of remorse that you showed.

the paperwork that he was normally completed speedily glared up at him. typical office days usually droned on and on, but something about his earlier interaction with you set him off.

suddenly, the taking of the clock pounded in his ears. he couldn’t focus, and he was always good at focusing. what about your plans was setting him off?

the times new roman print stared at him, waiting for him to do something. the contrast of the black lettering on white background burned his eyes the longer he looked at it. the bustling sound of the office grated his ears.

he felt selfish for the feeling of surprise that swelled in him when you had stated that you had a date. he felt even worse when he had the brief hope that you wouldn’t have another date any time soon. there was a piece of him that wanted to spend every waking moment with you and another very real piece that just wanted you to be happy. perhaps he was merely biding his time until he wasn’t the most important relationship you had.

it was just a date, just one. two dates was not guaranteed, and a lifelong romantic relationship was definitely not guaranteed. memorized statistics assured him of that. this was fine, you’d go on your date and go to work and it’d be perfectly fine. but why did he even care that you had a date? It shouldn’t matter to him.

how dare he think he could have any opinion over your love life? your friendship meant a lot to him, and he knew that it meant a lot to you as well. slipping into a jealous insecure mindset would only hurt his friendship with you.

he looked again at his file. he had already completed one or two, and was midway through another. he could just go home and watch way too much doctor who and pass out on his couch once he finished his paperwork.

by lunchtime he had pushed down his downtrodden feelings in exchange for attempted apathy. it did not help that every time he looked up over the glass pane he saw you, dutifully accomplishing your paperwork.

your forehead crinkled and your lips pursed. you’d comment or ask questions regarding the case you were filling out every now and then and it didn’t seem you noticed his minor distress. as far as you were concerned you were just friends, best friends maybe.

liking you the way he did felt like betrayal, or even like he was lying. you saw him as a friend, he saw you as something else: the difference in this perception felt almost gross to him. he’d known you for a couple of years at this point and felt this way for most of it and everything had gone fine until now. so, hopefully he couple continue to shove his insecurity everything down until you were just his friend again.

-

spencer had decided not to go to the film festival at all. later, he met up with morgan, and derek had dragged him to a bar that wasn’t too far from the office.

he figured that it wasn’t worth it to go to the film festival if you couldn’t participate in his ideal activity, which was spending time with you. it didn’t take long for derek to realize that something was definitely up.

the two of them were sitting at the bar top, derek had an alcoholic drink in front of him, spencer was drinking a water. “all right. pretty boy, what’s up?” derek asked outright. this caught spencer off guard, as he was trying desperately to seem like everything was going perfectly okay.

“what do you mean?” spencer replied, his voice lowered. he avoided eye contact, but tried to keep his face as deadpan as possible. given their profession, obviously this wasn’t working. derek took note of his slump of his shoulders, and the pattern he was repeatedly tapping on the countertop.

derek rolled his eyes. in no way did spencer think derek was stupid, he just thought that he could maybe get away with facing the confrontation of how he was acting. realistically, it was only a matter of time before derek called him out.

derek leaned his head down, trying to catch spencer’s eye line. when he was unsuccessful, he returned to his laid-back position on the barstool, and rolled his eyes.

given that it was a six pm on a random wednesday, the bar filled or crowded. there was another man sitting at the bar for down, but he seemed to be minding his own business. there were a few other people, but no one worthy of note.

spencer picked up his glass and swallowed his water around. seeing as he wasn’t going to elaborate on how he was acting or how he was feeling, derek moved on. he had some clue as to why spencer was behaving the way he was, so he attempted to test the waters. “i heard that someone had a date today,” he stated. he raised his eyebrows slightly, trying to gauge spencer’s reaction.

spencer slumped further over the countertop. one hand raised to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, but he dropped his hand as quickly as it had risen. jackpot.

“yeah. what about it?” spencer’s tone was stiff and standoffish. he said he set his cup down on the counter more harshly than he would’ve liked to. it was just a date. why did he even care? “i hope it goes well.”

derek worked an eyebrow up and denial, but spencer could not see it. he was still avoiding eye contact as best he could. few people knew him as well as you did, and derek was one of these people. it was clear to anyone viewing the interaction that spencer was upset, but it was especially clear to derek that spencer was especially downtrodden.

following elle leaving the bau, spencer had opened up to derek about his feelings, and the things that had happened between the two of them. spencer had firmly planted himself in the position that he would never feel that way about another person again. derek confirmed that he would surely find another person, and spencer vehemently rejected the idea.

spencer hadn’t been, well spencer, derek would have patted his back or rubbed his shoulders in sympathy. but, all he could do was provide comfort in the only way spencer excepted it. and, this was through quiet emotional support. they sat in silence for a couple more moments before derek spoke up again.

“are you sure about that?” any teasing down that he might’ve held had completely dissipated. maybe spencer wasn’t willing to admit to himself how he felt, but derek could see through him clearly like a freshly cleaned window.

if spencer was alone he might have cried. but the admission of tears would in some part be an admission of guilt for how he felt. it wasn’t right the way he felt, you were his friend. and he intended to keep it that way. spencer pondered over what he might say next.

“they deserve it. after everything they’ve been through i think they deserve to at least go on one good date,” he muttered. “or two, or three-“ he trailed off. his voice lowered as he uttered the next phrase. “and if they end up with a long-term partner, that’s all the better.” there was a slight flavor of sarcasm derek felt between the lines of with spencer was actually saying. and he would be lying too, if he said that it didn’t catch him a little bit off guard.

derek didn’t respond for a moment after that. If he was being honest, he didn’t really know how to. usually spencer was pleasant, if not relatively soft spoken. well, soft spoken when he wasn’t dumping copious amounts of information on a random topic. over the past few years your habit of insisting on listening to exactly what spencer had to say rubbed off on the rest of the team. this had approved, extremely beneficial and high intensity situations. though, some team members refused to admit it.

silent glances amongst team members were exchanged when spencer had started making your coffee for you. or, when he brought in little trinkets and doodads when he went on paid leave to visit his mother. that wasn’t something anyone was really quite used to. there was a rhetorical acknowledgment of something that might be going on between the two of you.

spencer opened his mouth and closed it a few times. derek noticed this, and was shocked that spencer didn’t know what to say for once. “what if,” spencer mumbled. “there’s a part of me, a very small part of me,” he clarified, “that doesn’t…want their day to go exactly according to plan?”

he finally looked up at derek; and his expression was difficult to read. it was a mix of confusion, deep thought, and something hard to read. corner of derek’s mouth pulled up, but he wasn’t smiling nor adjusting. this was an expression that spencer was all too used to, but he deeply disliked. pity; something that seemed all too familiar to him.

“i think that’s all right.“ spencer took another step of his water, though it still remained quite untouched. “that’s how you feel. and I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with that.“

spencer looked up at him in puzzlement. this was not the answer that he had been expecting. he had been expecting to be chastised, for he should be happy for how his friend’s life was going. “they’re my best friend. i want them to be happy,” he finished, and he unmistakably meant it.

-

as soon as spencer had gotten home, he had knocked out like a light. the next morning at the office, he was later than he usually was. he didn’t like to be late, but the morning dragged on and on.

the train was a minute and thirty-seven seconds late, the people walking in front of him were way too slow, and most of all he just really did not want to come into work. coming into work meant he had to face you, and pretend like everything was fine.

he still made your coffee. just the way you liked it, like he did every morning. he set it on your desk next to your computer and got right to work. he had so much paperwork left over from the day previous that he had to get done. he saw you out of his periphery, and looked up and gave you as genuine a smile as he could.

“how are you doing this morning, spencer?” your inquiry was not similar to the ones you asked him every single morning. and just like every single morning, he responded with a similar answer.

he sat down his pen, took a sip of his coffee, and met your gaze. “i’m doing fine,” his voice easier to keep steady than it had been yesterday. he pulled a smile tautly across his lips. “i didn’t sleep very well last night, but that’s no big deal.”

you shot him a sympathetic gaze, before setting your things down and sitting down at your desk. “i’m sorry,” your replied.

the clear sheet in between you too provided relief; he could perhaps hide behind it and avoid looking at you.

the silence that was momentarily held was broken when you asked him a question. “how was that movie festival?” spencer instinctually fiddled with the wrist of his sweater. it was his favorite sweater, he hoped that it would help him relax more easily today.

he rested his hands atop one another on his desk, and looked at the space above your eyebrows. maybe you wouldn’t be able to tell that he wasn’t looking into your eyes, not exactly. “it was good!”he had waddled back and forth between the decision of telling you if he had gone or not. obviously, he settled on the latter.

it seemed like you were much too tired to catch on the small tells that he was lying, seeing as his voice had risen in tone and he was fiddling with his sweater sleeves. he knew when you knew that he was lying, your face held itself a certain way. in some ways, you were quite easy to read.

just the look of you made spencer’s stomach sink. he didn’t entirely know why, but he knew that it felt awful. “how was your date?” he said offhandedly as he could. he figured that that was something that he should ask.

your face lit up at the mention, and his stomach sunk even further. it was practically at his toes at this point. “it was good!” you chimed. He could tell that you were being honest, there was nothing in your face or your body that hinted that you were lying to say face. and anyway, you wouldn’t have done that. you wouldn’t lie to him.

be smiled a small smile. “that’s great! do you think you’ll go on another one?”

you thought briefly for a moment, before responding. “i think i will, we have a lot of common interest. he also has an affinity for science fiction. i think you might like him.” spencer was lost on how he should reply to this remark, surely he did not like science fiction as much as spencer did.

eventually, he settled on agreeing that science fiction was a great genre. he and your mystery man most definitely like the genre for separate reasons, but in this moment, he guessed that that didn’t matter. unfortunately, they had something in common.

the awkward nature of the conversation might’ve been lost to you, but it was not lost to spencer. he couldn’t help but feel sick at the small talk that he was being forced to endure in the moment.

finally, he felt what he had been wanting. relief. your date had gone well. you really, truly were deserving of good moments and good people. if, on the contrary, it had gone horribly awry he might’ve felt near violent.

spencer picked up his pen and continued to work on his files. he paused for a moment, and looked back up at you. he opened his mouth and closed it a couple times before deciding not to add anything else.

quickly he was drawn into his paperwork. the pencil scratched away against the paper at moore quick and paste than yesterday, and he was relieved that his mind had finally calmed.

before he could forget that this interaction ever happened, you handedly remarked some thing that he knew would stick with him, even though it was completely insignificant. “i might need help finding movies to watch with him. if we even get that far.”

if he agreed, he would have to learn more about this guy that he already had a distaste for. on the contrary, he would also spend more time with you. and there was no mistaking that he valued his time with you greatly.

“that’s what friends are for, right?”

next part

[goldenbueckers]

✮ just what you needed ; pb5

➭ summary: your winter break had a handful of friend drama that you were sure was just caused by your overthinking, but nonetheless, paige knows exactly what you need to be cheered up

➭ word count: 1.6k

➭ warnings: shitty friends, overthinking

➭ author's notes: i did not mean to fall of the face of the earth for the week but never fear i am here. this wasn't the protective paige thing i was going to write but shit happened i ended up projecting so here this is. it might be shitty, i'm not to sure, i wrote most of it in the middle of the night and i did not proofread so.

© goldenbueckers ; do not copy, translate, or repost my work on here or any other website !

Being an introvert, making friends has always been hard for you. Which is why you were always content with the few friends you did have, having them was enough for you, you never needed anything more than them. 

Your friends proved to be a distraction from the fact that you had a hard time making friends in the first place, they made you seem like you were the most outgoing, extroverted person they had ever met, and they made you feel somewhat normal about it, specifically

You had met Fiona earlier in the semester, she was a transfer student from Ohio who simply just wanted to be closer to home. The two of you had gotten along really well, bonding over similar interests and the random things you two had always seemed to find yourselves talking about. 

But recently, with being away from most of your friends due to winter break, your overthinking capabilities seemed to work overtime, reading into every single thing they did or didn’t do. You had always told yourself that that had been one of your biggest flaws and that that was the thing you needed to work on.

You pushed the thoughts out of your head, snapping back to the present where you were sitting in your dorm room reading a book. It was the first week back in Connecticut since break had ended, and you were settling in as well as you could have with how much your mind was reeling. 

Before you could send yourself down another spiral of self-deprecating thoughts, a knock on the door pulled your attention, slipping your bookmark into your book and placing it on your desk, making your way over to the door. 

You opened the door, you couldn’t have been more thankful to see who was standing on the other side of it. Paige was there, grocery bag and duffle bag in hand, and a wide smile on her lips, “Hey ma, how’s my favorite girl doing?”

You mustered up a small smile, leaning your head against the edge of the door as you stepped aside to let her in, “Could be worse, could be better.”

She was quick to step past you, throwing her duffle bag on the ground and setting the grocery bag on your bed. When she turned to face you again, her face instantly softened, you looked exhausted. “C’mere,” her voice murmured, opening her arms for you and watching you with a sharp gaze.

You couldn’t help how fast it took you to walk into her arms, wrapping your arms around her torso, grip tight. You buried your head into her chest, trying to stop the emotions that rushed through you from coming out. The tears that threatened to spill over were kept in my how tight you squeezed your eyes shut, determined not to let Paige find out what had happened, at least not yet. 

“Missed you.” Her voice was gentle as she spoke, something you were positive only you were accustomed to.

“Missed you more.”

You felt the vibrations of her light chuckle against your head, subconsciously tightening your arms around her in response. She pulled away anyway, moving to cup your face with her hands, leaning her forehead against yours. 

And for a few minutes, the two of you just stood like that. Paige takes in every detail of your face; your freckles, the slight bags under your eyes accompanied by the growing dark circles, the dimmed spark in your eyes, the lines on your forehead, the soft pink tint to your cheeks.

“So, what’s going on?”

Your eyes widened almost comically, only pulling away slightly to look her in the face, “What? Nothing wrong, what do you mean?”

You knew she saw right through your defensive demeanor, moving her hands down to yours, encircling your wrists, and rubbing small circles on the insides of them. She raised an eyebrow, her lips slightly downturned at your deflection, “I know you well enough to know that something is bothering you, y/n/n.”

The groan you let out echoed through your dorm, “I hate how well you know me.”

Paige smirked as she watched you bite your lip somewhat anxiously, intertwining her fingers with yours and bringing the other hand up to tilt your chin to look at her, “And I love how well I know you.” She cocked her head to the side slightly, looking you up and down before speaking again, “C’mon, spill it, ma.”

Once again, hesitancy cluttered your mind, stopping you from speaking. Maybe you should keep your thoughts to yourself, you have always been one to overshare and that includes your overthinking abilities. This could all just be a simple misunderstanding and you could be reading too much into it and- 

“Baby, talk to me. Please.” Paige’s slight pleading voice broke your trance, and you stared at her, looking into her eyes that shone with worry and protectiveness.

“It’s just friend drama… I guess.” You muttered, trying to take the simple route out of this conversation. But you should’ve known better when your girlfriend’s hand dropped to your waist to pull you closer.

Her frown grew at the short phrase, trying to get more out of you, “You sure that’s it?”

You sighed, fully prepared to know that this was going to be a much longer conversation than you had hoped for. You rested your forehead against her chest, closing your eyes as her hand came up to tangle in your head, scratching at your scalp as you spoke, “Technically I wasn’t lying, it is friend drama.”

“Must be more serious friend drama than what I’m used to hearing about, I take it?” Her chin rested on your head, continuing her previous actions. 

“Involves me.”

She hummed quietly, “I assumed that, ma. What happened?”

“Remember Fiona, the transfer student?”

You felt her nod, taking the motion as the cue to continue, “I introduced her to my friends and we were all having a good time and hanging out and whatnot. But recently, I just- I think she’s been ignoring me. I’m probably reading too much into this, it’s stupid. Forget I said anything.”

Thoughts of being a burden enveloped you, trying to back out of the conversation again. You always read to much into things, that’s what your parents had told you. Read too much into people’s actions and what they said, could never just settle on a simple meaning. 

“Don’t- don’t do that. Talk to me. I’m not going to judge you, I’m here for you, even if that means fighting your little realities you got going on up there.”

Her words earned a chuckle out of you, you could feel the tension in your shoulders ease and your mind became a little less overwhelmed. When you looked back up at her, she gave you a smile, signaling for you to go on.

As you talked you could feel her grip on your hair tighten slightly when you would mention something particularly frustrating about the situation, or something that had upset you. You could feel the small circles Paige drew on your lower back with her thumb from when she had casually slipped her hand under your shirt to rest it there.

She listened intently to everything you said, keeping her fingers moving through your hair with the occasional head scratch. She didn’t speak, not until she was sure you were done talking and had exhausted yourself from the small rant you had gone on. 

You blinked slowly once you finished, letting out a small breath of relief, your brain felt less crowded and cluttered now, and all you could think about was cuddling up with Paige and letting her take care of you. 

With what little energy you had left, you looked up at her, catching her gaze immediately. You could see the way her face softened once her eyes locked on yours, giving you a soft smile, “How about we order some food and watch a movie?”

She always knew exactly what you needed, so you nodded, allowing her to lead you back to your bed as she handed you the grocery bag she had placed there earlier. When you opened the bag, you couldn’t help but grin at all of your favorite candy and your favorite drink she had in there. Looking over at her, you watched as she placed an order for what you could only assume was your guilty pleasure restaurant, her brow furrowed in concentration. 

You leaned over, kissing her cheek before settling into her side, navigating your tv to the streaming platform that had your favorite movie, missing the way her lips replicated your smile as she glanced at you. 

*✩‧₊˚

The food was taking longer than you would like it to and you were all for letting it show, a pout on your face as you watched your favorite movie. And Paige, of course, was finding this amusing as always, laughing every time she would look over at you. 

“Baby stop pouting, it’ll be here soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

She rolled her eyes at your level of impatience, drawing you closer into her, arm wrapping around your waist to do so. She placed a kiss on the top of your head, she murmured, “You doing okay?”

“Better than before.” You replied, and it was the truth. While you weren’t completely back to your usual sarcastic self you were close to getting there and it was because of her and how she always seemed to know what you needed to feel better.

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Ich hoffe es ist ok das ich auf deutsch schreibe aber ich dachte mir das ist für uns beide vielleicht einfacher ist. Ich habe eine Idee für eine deiner Imagines was wäre wenn Acacius und Lucilla eine Tochter hätten und Geta sie unbedingt für sich haben will.❤️

Translation: (I hope it's well that I write in German, but I thought it might be easier for us. I have an idea for one of your imagines what would happen if Acacius and Lucilla had a daughter and Geta absolutely wants to have her for himself.)

Thank you so much for the German <3 Du bist die Süßeste! Mwah!

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧: One shot

𐙚 Emperor Geta x Fem Reader! 𐙚 18+

Summary: You are the daughter of Queen Lucilla and General Acacius. You attend the birthday celebration of the two emperors and find yourself entangled with Emperor Geta.

Warnings/contains: Luring, manipulation, obsession, idealization, not proof read-- english is not my first language!

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Spread out on your bed were the options for tonight's dresses, all in shades of purple to honor the emperors' birthday. You weren’t paying much attention to your tailor as he highlighted the various features and fits of each gown. Although you had never formally met Geta, you were familiar with Caracalla. You paced around your canopy bed, lost in thought about the gifts you had chosen for the emperors. “Who dislikes gold?” You asked yourself before sighing.

“Darling! Do not take too long!” Mother Lucilla called from the hallway outside your door.

You picked up a deep purple dress; it was quite sheer, featuring long sleeves that extended beyond your fingertips. “It will be warm tonight. This is a good choice.” The tailor smiled and left you to dress.

Rather quickly, you slipped on matching shoes. You called over a servant, “Please gather my gifts for the emperors. Put them in the chariot.”

You and your mother arrived at the palace, and as soon as the servants spotted her, they promptly ushered you both inside. Once inside, you were followed and fanned to ensure your comfort. “How long must we stay here?” A whisper left your lips, and your arm interlocked with your mother’s.

“They will not let us out of their sight.” You nodded.

Upon seeing your father by the emperor's side, you rushed to him and embraced him tightly. Despite the discomfort from the metal armor pressing against your torso, you didn’t mind it at all. “Hello, my darling.” Acacius gently kissed your forehead, cradling your head in his hands. He then kissed your mother on the lips before letting go of both of you.

Gazing off into the distance, Caracalla smiled as his friends arrived, surrounding him with chatter.

Geta was rather distracted himself. “A daughter?” He asked aloud.

You and your parents looked towards him as more guests were ushered into the main room, where gifts were being set down and music filled the air. “Ahh, yes. This is my daughter, [Y/n].”

You extended your hand to the emperor for him to take it. Instead, he clasped your palm and kissed the back of your hand. “It is my pleasure.” His gaze was both intimate and powerful, as if he were commanding your stutter or even your silence.

“I- uh, thank you.”

“[Y/n], it is nice to meet you.” You nodded with enthusiasm. Even though the interaction felt a bit awkward, neither of your parents were in a position to address it. Your father was summoned by one of his men, and your mother became preoccupied with the gift arrangements. Geta glanced over your shoulder, “Tsk, where did your parents go, Love?”

You scanned the room, feeling adrift among the crowd of guests. Some were attempting to engage with the emperors, while others averted their eyes, and many simply stood in awe of the palace's grandeur. Amidst the chorus of "Happy Birthdays" ringing out, you found yourself unable to spot the familiar faces of your loved ones. “I do not know.”

“That is alright. You can stay with me. Does that sound ok?” He asked, draping his arm over your shoulders, creating a more intimate space in all the chaos of the party.

“Yes, that is ok.”

The man smiled and you blushed back at him. “You look beautiful, [Y/n].”

“Thank you, my emperor.”

“There is no need for that. Call me Geta.” You followed after him as he led you from the party and towards the throne room. “Much quieter here, huh? Now I can hear your sweet voice without interruption.”

You didn't want to deceive yourself. You were undeniably attracted to him, but he had a somewhat off-putting demeanor that made you hesitate. His mannerisms were a bit awkward, and his confidence sometimes bordered on arrogance. Still, there was something compelling about him that drew you in—perhaps the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about his passions or the intensity of his gaze when he focused on you.

As you glanced around for others, searching for an escape or perhaps a distraction, you realized it was just the two of you in this secluded space. The air felt charged, heavy with unspoken words and lingering glances. A part of you wanted to walk away, to find solace in the company of friends, yet another part was curious to see where this strange pull could lead. The uncertainty was intoxicating, leaving you both exhilarated and apprehensive, caught in a moment that felt both thrilling and precarious. “You are very kind, but I actually like birthday celebrations.”

“Oh, is that right? When is your birthday?” He sat on his throne, drawing you closer.

“It was last week.”

“Ahh, you are joking.” You shook your head, “Really? That is very interesting. We are so close together! I wish I had known you sooner!” You only smirked. This was nearly surreal—being this close to the emperor. Of course, Caracalla was an emperor too, but he was different. Quite humble at times, Caracalla. “How old are you now?”

“Nineteen.” However, the atmosphere surrounding Geta was distinct. Just his presence had a way of making you feel both physically and morally diminished. How could you possibly refuse him? He rested his palm over his mouth as he gazed at your body from his throne. “May I touch this?” You pointed to a black and gold lacquered vase.

“You may touch anything you like.” As the sun began to set in the throne room, shadows moved across the floor.

“Thank you.” You gently touched the vase and the statues around the room. Your adventure ended at the thrones. “May I?” You asked, touching the throne beside him.

“Please, sit.” You sat on the throne and turned to towards the emperor. A pretty smirk on your lips as you mocked his hand placement over your chin. “You look beautiful there…”

“Are you not at all interested in your party? Your gifts?”

“I…now have everything I desire.”

“Everything? Well, I guess you really are the emperor of “all under the sun”?”

He shook his head, “In no way. Well, some say that.”

You viewed him through a glass you found beside the thrones. You closed one eye and smiled at him. “If my father keeps expanding your empire, then someday, yes.”

“Yes, your father has given me many unforgettable treasures…” He stood from his throne and went to your feet. You sat on one of your legs and looked below at the man who went to his knees. His gaze was too lost in your curves, your legs, waist, and breasts.

“Are you feeling, ok?”

He took your hand, and placed it onto his cheek, “I have fallen for you.”

“W- what?” You laughed to yourself although the largest part of you had hoped what he was saying was honest. “No, no, my emperor—Geta, I just met you. That is not possible.”

“I do not need another second of confirmation. You are the woman I want.”

“Uhm, ok. That is ok. Let us go open your gifts, Geta.”

You tried to pull your hand from his cheek, but he kept his grip still on your palm against his face. “Mhhh, I am jealous of your parents.” He chuckled and stood, leaning over you. “They get to see such an ethereal view every day.” You smiled rather awkwardly and stood from the throne. You moved around Geta. However, his hand moved to your arm and pulled you back to his chest. “Where are you going, my love?”

“I- I should find my father. I think I left my—my belongings unattended.” You pulled from the young man and walked towards the exit. You know your father would not approve of how you followed him, nor the way this conversation took place. You are an unmarried woman alone with the emperor! This is unacceptable. It could tarnish your family name.

“Everything will be ok.” He pulled you back to him, your back against his chest. The man moved your hair from around your back, “I lied about something earlier…do not get angry.” He said with a chuckle, knowing his power over the situation. “My brother has told me about you. Briefly. However, this decision is all mine.”

“I am honored, my emperor…let us discuss this with my parents. After all, I need their permission anyway.”

“I am the emperor!” He nearly laughed in your face as he held your arms tightly. “And do not forget! It is my birthday! No gift could top this.” The emperor squeezed your hip before lifting you up into his arms.

“Geta! W- wait!”

The emperor carried you into the next room. In the main room where gifts adorned the tables and spilled onto the floors. Around the room, people dressed in purple and white conversed and some danced to the music playing. “Your attention!” The man spoke and the room fell silent. Caracalla peeked into the room from one of the many balconies. “My dear people of the court, Senate, and city…I would like to thank you all for coming to me and my brother’s celebration. I can feel the love from every direction...” Your mother pulled on your father’s clothes, directing his attention to the young woman in the emperor��s arms, you.

“Shit.” Your father muttered.

“I would also like to thank everyone for the gifts! Wherever my brother is, I would like to thank you all on his behalf as well! Now, although I am grateful!” The man put you on your feet and held one of your hands in his, raising it high. His other palm was over your stomach, holding you against him. “From the General himself…and his wife, Queen Lucilla: [Y/n]. I do not need to open a single gift to know this is my favorite. My love, my Promissa.” You were accustomed to surprises especially as being the daughter of the General, but this was something new.

The group of people erupted in whispers and gasps, “Congratulations.” A man of the senate clapped. The many people began to follow with waves of congratulations and happy wishes.

Your parents doubtfully clapped slowly. A shy smile on your lips as he swayed you both, back and forth. He gently planted a kiss on your neck, “I love you, [Y/n].”

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“Eneste” (Angst)

Bayverse!Raphael x reader

A/N: I’ve been wanting to make another songfic for a while now, and I like this song, so I thought; why not? I think it is kinda fun to do it with Danish songs, ngl, hehe. Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy❤️

Song: “Eneste” by Joey Moe.

Danish song with English translation provided.

Warnings: Break up, stick and poke tattoos.

Rødt lys, alt stoppede bare, da du tog dine ting og du tog væk her fra / Åbenlyst, så sårbar, burde starte forfra men det går bare ikke.

(Red light, all just stopped, when you took your things and you went away from here / Obvious, so vulnerable, should start over but it just doesn’t work).

There was no other way about it. No roundabout explanation Raph could give anyone, in some last effort attempt to lessen what was so obvious. Raph had fucked up. He had done the exact thing he promised you he wouldn’t do and broke your heart. He should probably at least try to move on, but he just couldn’t. It just didn’t feel right. Just the thought of moving on felt useless to Raph. It just wouldn’t work. Nothing seemed to work without you in his life.

It was so dumb. Raph could easily had done better, yet he hadn’t. He had done the wrong things, said the wrong things, and now you were gone. It happened so quickly. You were fighting. You were pointing out what Raph had done - the thing he himself knew he had done but just wouldn’t admit. Instead he lied, and when you called him out, he had yelled at you, calling you all sorts of horrible things. He had been caught, and now he was somehow trying to shift the blame onto you. Raph had never done such a thing before, and so you were taken aback when he let all his anger out, aiming it straight at you with punches in the form of words like bullets.

When silence finally fell, Raph finally realized what he had done. But it was too late. It was done. You had already started packing your things, refusing to look him in the eyes or speak to him. Even as Raph clung to you, begging you not to leave, telling you how sorry he was and how wrong it was of him, with tears threatening to fall from his eyes, you ignored him. And as you left Raph’s room in a hurry, before quickly making your way out the lair, not speaking a word to anyone you passed, fearing you would break down, Raph’s world stopped. He just stood there, in his room, staring after you.

Søvnløs, natten er der foroven, ordene ligger på tungen, men jeg kan kun forstumme / Hul i byen, men jeg kan knap nok gå med et hjerte, der er så tungt.

(Sleepless, the night above, the words are laying on the tongue, but I can only remain silent / Hole in the city, but I can hardly walk with heart, that is so heavy).

That had been several days ago now. And though Raph regretted not following you, and not trying a little harder to make you stay, Raph did not try to go for you now. Instead he would stay in his bed at night, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep, thinking of all the things he wanted to tell you. How he would hold you close, and cry to you, and tell you how sorry he was. Finally take responsibility for what he did and what he said, and prove to you that he had learned. That he was willing to become better for you. Yet Raph found himself unmoving in his room at night.

On the nights where Leo managed to pull Raph out of his room and force him out on patrol, Raph did everything in his power to avoid you home. But should Raph somehow find himself forced to be somewhere close to where you lived, he would stare in the direction he knew he would be able to find you. And should Raph somehow be able to see your window, he would hope and pray in silence that you would look out and see him. Hoping that if you saw him, you would call for him, telling him that you forgave him. But you never did. And Raph remained unmoving, staring at your window, unable to walk until all three of his brothers pulled him away, forcing him to turn his back on your window.

Der ku’ være 1 mili, 2 mili, 3 mili, 4 milliarder derude / men jeg bli’r derhjemme til duften af dig på min pude.

(There could be 1 bil, 2 bil, 3 bil, 4 billion out there / but I’m staying at home to the smell of you on my pillow).

At some point Raph’s brothers started asking him if it wasn’t about time that he went out with them. The NYPD was throwing something together at the headquarters, and maybe he could meet someone new there. Maybe Vern could throw a party together for them, and invite some people that Raph would be interested in. Maybe even April and Casey knew someone. As his brothers told him; “there’s plenty of fish out there. There’s probably someone else waiting out there for you”.

But Raph told them off, grunting dismissively at them and telling them to bucker off. Once he even threw a weight after Mikey, who had kept asking for a little too long, not taking the hint. Raph did not want to meet someone else. He didn’t want to find someone other than you. He did go with them to any of the parties or get-togethers they tried to drag him to. Instead he stayed in his room, with his head against the pillow that still smelled a little bit like you.

Så ta' mig med dig, la' mig vis dig, gi' mig lidt af det der gir' mig, sommerfugl og mave kriller, lær' mig lidt om alle de midler / der får hjertet til at banke, som er dagen lang / Jeg ved godt jeg åbnede Pandoras boks og nu er det slut med os / Men du er den eneste, eneste, eneste, eneste for mig.

(So take me with you, let me show you, give me a little of what gives me, butterflies, belly krill, teach me a little about all those remedies / that makes the heart beat, which is all day long / I know I opened Pandora's box and now it’s the end of us / But you are the only, only, only, only one for me).

Raph found himself thinking about you day in and day out, remembering all the good days the two of you had together. How you would give him that beautiful smile, that would cause an explosion of butterflies to erupt within, making him dizzy with happiness. Just having you around would send Raph to cloud nine, his heart beating so hard in his chest, that he was sure everyone around him could hear it. He loved you, and loved all the things your presence did to him.

But all that was gone now. Raph still loved you deeply. He still yearned for you, missing you everyday and every night. He cursed himself every night for what he had done. He caused this. He was the reason why you decided to end things between you. Raph only had himself to blame for causing the only person he had ever loved to leave him. The only person he would ever love. And now you were gone.

Den eneste, eneste, eneste, eneste og jeg tænker på om du mon kommer hjem / og hvis nej, om du så har glemt at / At jeg' den eneste, eneste, eneste, stadigvæk, yeah! / Dit navn der står med blæk for evigt yeah! / Dit navn det står på blæk og det er for evigt, yeah!

(The only, only, only, only one and I’m wondering if you might ever come home / and if not, if you then have forgotten that / That I (am) the only, only only, only one still, yeah! Your name that stands with ink forever yeah! / Your name that stands on ink and it’s forever, yeah!)

For a long time, Raph would pass the entrance to the lair, watching it, hoping that you at any moment would walk in, acting as if nothing was wrong. As if nothing had happened and you and Raph were still happy together. But you never entered the lair like Raph had hoped for. And as time passed on, Raph grew fearful. Had you forgotten him? Had you moved on? Had you forgotten all of your good memories together? Had you found someone else already? Had you decided that Raph was no longer the one for you, while he still found himself stuck on you, firmly believing that you were the one.

Raph found himself looking from the entrance to the ink on his wrist. A small heat at the top left of Raph’s left arm. The same kind of heart one would be able to find on your right wrist. Raph could clearly remember the day you sat with him in his room, having brought a needle for a stick and poke, along with a small bottle of black tattoo ink. That night the two of you had been sitting in Raph’s bed for hours, tattooing each other with the small needle. It was dumb and very stupid. Raph knew that his brothers and Splinter would freak out if they knew. One thing was to let Donnie tattoo him, but Donnie knew what he was doing. Heck, Raph could only imagine how your family would react to you coming home with a tattoo, made by your mysterious boyfriend. But you didn’t care. You were in love, giggling and giving each other many sweet kisses as you tattooed each other.

But now, there were no more giggles and no more kisses. Only silence and longing, along with the aching feeling in Raph’s heart whenever he looked at his wrist, at a permanent memory, missing you by his side.

Stadig for let, men du skredet for længst, og mørke tider har i sinde at forlænge / Der er godt plads i vores dobbeltseng, men jeg fylder den ikk' ud alene.

(Still too easy, but you left long ago, and dark times are intending to prolong / There is plenty of room in our double bed, but I (am) not filling it out alone).

It had now been months since you and Raph broke up. Raph still hasn't mustered up the courage to talk to you, and tell you just how much he missed you. How much he still loved you. How much he wanted you back. But it was simply easier not to do it. Raph really wanted to. He really wanted to jump onto your fire escape, knocking on your window onto you would open it for him, pull you into a long lasting hug, crying all his pains and sorrows to you, and apologizing for everything he had done wrong. But Raph was terrified of what you might say. What hard words you might throw his way. The confirmation that you did in fact, not want to get back to him. It was just so much easier not to talk to you, but instead long and dream for you in the darkness of his room.

Even after several months without you, Raph still hadn’t started taking up the full bed when he was sleeping. He still slept with space next to him, where you used to be. It just felt wrong to sleep there, because what if you one day came back to him…

Der ku være 1 mili, 2 mili, 3 mili, 4 milliarder derude / men jeg bli’r derhjemme til duften af dig på min pude / Så ta' mig med dig, la' mig vis dig, gi' mig lidt af det der gir' mig, sommerfugl og mave kriller, lær' mig lidt om alle de midler / der får hjertet til at banke, som dagen lang / Jeg ved godt jeg åbnede pandoras boks og nu er det slut med os.

(There could be 1 bil, 2 bil, 3 bil, 4 billion out there / but I’m staying at home to the smell of you on my pillow / So take me with you, let me show you, give me a little of what gives me, butterflies, belly krill, teach me a little about all those remedies / that makes the heart beat, which is all day long / I know I opened Pandora's box and now it’s the end of us).

At some point Raph’s brothers got tired of his moodiness and anger, and decided it was time to do something about it. At first they tried to talk to you, but that backfired badly, with you yelling and screaming about how Raph was too afraid to talk to you himself. How he still wouldn’t own up to his mistakes, and then expect that his brothers could fix it for him. But even after they explained to you that Raph did in fact not send them, and that they had come to you on their own, you still weren’t budging. Raph had hurt you, and no matter how long he stayed with his face in the pillows, thinking about you, you weren’t coming back. That led the brothers to their last efforts in an attempt to help Raph move on - bringing dates for him to the lair.

Men du er den eneste, eneste, eneste, eneste for mig / Den eneste, eneste, eneste, eneste og jeg tænker på om du mon kommer hjem / og hvis nej om du så har glemt at / At jeg' den eneste, eneste, eneste, stadigvæk, yeah! Dit navn der står med blæk for evigt yeah!

(But you are the only, only, only, only one for me / The only, only, only, only one and I’m wondering if you might ever come home / and if not, if you then have forgotten that / That I (am) the only, only only, only one still, yeah! / Your name that stands with ink forever yeah!)

They told Raph when they brought someone over. No, instead they would let Raph wander out of his room, to find a nervous stranger, sitting in the lair trying to make small talk with either Leo, Donnie or Mikey, trying not to seem freaked out by the large mutant turtles they had met just moments ago. But to everyone's surprise, expert Raph, he had no interest in any of them, straight up telling them to get out of the lair before he personally would throw them out. There was no way he would let someone else take your place, even if you seemed to have forgotten that you were the one for him. But though Raph feared that you had forgotten, he would certainly never forget that you were the only for him. But would he ever try to do anything about it, or let the heart on his wrist be a permanent reminder, of how he broke your heart and let the love of his life go?

Dit navn det står på blæk og det er for evigt, yeah! / Stadig for let / Stadig for let.

(Your name that stands on ink and it’s forever, yeah! / Still too easy / Still too easy).

Raph’s brothers started to get impatient with him. A year had passed, and Raph was still as heavy and sad as the day you left him. There had been no progress. Raph had not done anything to move on, nor had he done anything to try and talk to you. Instead he just sat there and stared at the tattoo on his wrist, remembering how concentrated you were when you made it.

“You can’t just sit there and done nothing!”, Leo finally snapped at Raph one day, after Raph once again had thrown a potential date out the door. “If you really loved them, then how can you just sit here and do nothing?! How can you just take the easy route and do absolutely nothing?!”

That conversation didn’t go too well, with Raph and Leo yelling back and forth, with Mikey and Donnie holding them back, keeping them from fighting one another. But when all was said and done, and Raph once again found himself in his room, his head against his pillow, staring at his wrist, he knew Leo was right. And you were right as well. Raph had just taken the easy way, hiding from confrontation and the thought of losing all chances with you. But that was simply the easy option… but love wasn’t love always surpassed to be easy? Up until the day you broke up, Raph had felt like it was easy to love you. It had been easy being around you. As easy as lobe should be… right?

That night Raph finally did something he should have done a year ago, and made his way towards you home, with the intention of finally talking to you. Maybe you would take him back, or maybe you wouldn’t. What mattered was that Raph finally quite taking the easy way through this, and finally told you how he still loved you, and how you would forever be the only one for him. What you did with that information was all up to you. Raph would leave that to your decision.

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Hi 👋 I've seen your theories on limbus company and I'd like to have your opinion on the chapter 8 ? Did you watch the live ? Any theories so far ?

Hi! First, thank you for the ask and sorry I took a long time to answer !

I did watch the live and it was super interesting but of course what I was the most interested in was the preview image for Canto VIII. And so of course I have some things to say regarding this image:

Firstly, regarding the original title, I’ve already seen many people mention the direct translation of the Korean title, which would literally give something like: “There is no other choice but to look.”

If we were to adapt it to make the sentence sound more natural in English, it would be: “I have no choice but to look.”

수밖에 없는 is a grammatical structure often used to express the lack of choice or alternatives.

We can’t help but draw a parallel between this phrase and Hong Lu’s situation: Hong Lu has no choice but to observe and accept his situation and what happens to him. It emphasizes his lack of choice and personal will, as well as his inability to act upon it.

The use of a verb related to the sense of the view is always amusing when talking about Hong Lu.

Now, looking at the English title: “The Surrendered Witnessing”, I think it can be interpreted this way:

Hong Lu is the surrendered one: he is the one who has yielded, abandoned, and submitted.

Thus, he now merely observes and accepts what happens around him, as well as what happens to him/what he is asked to do, etc.

Strangely or not, I can’t help but think, when reading these two titles, of a very important Taoist concept for the character Jia Baoyu: “wu wei” (无为).

In Taoist philosophy, wu wei is often translated as “non-action” or “effortless action”. This does not mean total inaction but rather a way of acting in harmony with the natural flow of things, without forcing or resisting. It’s the idea of letting things unfold naturally.

However, if this concept has been corrupted by the influence of Hong Lu’s family and, in a way, by the tone of Limbus Company’s world, we can quickly see how this concept could have been distorted and used to shape a docile Hong Lu who relies on this idea of non-action to accept and justify what happens to him and what he has likely endured for a long time.

Perhaps this is even the famous concept Faust mentioned, which Hong Lu relies on to avoid breaking down and distorting. After all, if one considers it normal to act and respond according to the influence of one’s surroundings (for Hong Lu, his family) and to accept this as self-evident in a way, then it is probably easier to live with such a situation. But if this foundation is questioned, then everything Hong Lu has accepted and endured is also called into question, inevitably leading to the question: “Then why did I endure all of this if not for that reason?”

Of course, Hong Lu’s character makes it easier for him to accept this vision, and his upbringing and naivety undoubtedly play a role.

As for the Chinese phrase on the right 不思观望: it could be translated as “Do not hesitate or wait and see,” or, to elaborate, “Avoid overthinking and hesitating.”

• 不: not —> mark of negation

• 思: consider / think of / long for / miss / think

• 观望: wait and see, watch something from the sidelines (waiting without taking action)

It seems to respond to the title and directly contradict it.

It appears to encourage taking action and not waiting, emphasizing avoiding overthinking or remaining in passive observation.

Is this the influence of Lin Daiyu?

Regardless, it seems to be adresed to Hong Lu and to invite him to break from this mechanism of « non-action » and to move forward / take action.

Then, if we look a little at this teaser image itself, we can see Hong Lu’s house, his mansion, still in these red colors but appearing much larger and more imposing than I would have thought based on what we could see in his EGO. But what we see in Hong Lu’s EGO might just be an interior part of the mansion.

The mansion indeed seems “closed” and surrounded by walls protecting it from the outside.

Finally, this turquoise luminous mist surrounding the mansion is quite interesting because, first, it obviously evokes the idea that this place is a lost illusion, created through an illusory fog.

The fact that its color is close to that of Hong Lu makes me wonder if this illusion is maintained somehow through Hong Lu’s existence or presence.

Potpourri of small ideas and theories (The first 4 are more affirmative than the others):

1. A theory I’ve had for a long time: Hong Lu actually ran away from his home in our world, and his family is looking for him.

2. Recovering the golden bough won’t be the hardest thing and might even be given to us by Hong Lu’s family in exchange for his return.

3. The golden bough will be located at the center of the mansion in a place called the Prospect Garden —> a place where Jia Baoyu spent part of his childhood/adolescence with his maids and cousins.

4. Hong Lu’s EGO phrase will change to: “Let’s go visit the Paradise of Truth” (the new name for The Land of Illusions during Jia Baoyu’s second visit at the end of the novel).

5. Hong Lu is (linked) to an abnormality (maybe Yin and Yang).

6. Does Hong Lu have a connection with the Moonstone?

7. Does Hong Lu bear the Mark of Cain? (Yes, I want to know which other sinner(s) have this f*cking mark. Sonia hinted at it!)

8. The fairy-like abnormality will appear / be relevant for this Canto to make a parallel between the fairies from Dream of the Red Chamber and the ones from Limbus Company. They also share a color palette similar to the one of Hong Lu’s left eye.

Thank you for the ask!

[moonchild9350]

Lavender Fields-Chapter Six: Sadness

Summary: the days are long without Hyunjin as you feel immense sadness.

Pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader

Genre: angst, fluff, sci fi au, romance au

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: mention of being drugged, mention of abuse

Notes: bare with me as we endure yet another angsty chapter, the ending is worth it though ;)

If you enjoyed, please consider a like, reblog, or comment at it keeps me motivated ♡

Divider by @cafekitsune

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work without my permissions. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

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It has been months since the accident and since you’ve last seen…you don’t even want to think or mention his name.

You were moved to a different facility, one that seems more isolated. You haven’t seen your peers in what feels like ages, the only interaction being the orderly who brings you food and Raoul.

You’re used to the routine now but that doesn’t make it any easier, especially your sessions. What used to seem informational and even educational now seems jumbled and purposeless.

Every day you return to your room defeated, your shoulders slumped over, your eyes downcast. You feel a heaviness in your chest, one that hasn’t gone away since the accident.

You spend your free time curled in a ball, hugging your knees to your chest as you breathe and stare at the wall with tears steadily streaming down your face. You’re not sure what this feeling is, no one being there to help you through it and explain what is going on.

All you know is you want to be happy with that warm feeling you felt months ago, where you had energy and you felt content.

Another session has ended and you are back in your room. You assume position, your body automatically folding in on itself. You’re staring at the wall when the door opens and Raoul comes in with an orderly.

You don’t look, opting to ignore his presence. However, you are startled as he walks over and roughly sits you up. You stare at him with wide eyes, your lip trembling as you cower away from him.

“Don’t be afraid,” he sneers as he motions for the orderly to come over.

The phrase should comfort you, but you feel the opposite, your heart speeding up, pounding so hard it feels as if it will jump out of your chest.

“What are you doing?” you whimpered as he squeezed your arm as if to hold it still.

You twist and turn, your arm stinging as it moves within his grasp. You watch as the orderly presents a syringe filled with some liquid and brings it to your arm.

“No, what’s going on!” You say a little louder, not quite screaming.

The orderly looks at you with pity and injects the liquid into your arm. You wince at the needle piercing your skin, closing your eyes as whatever it is spreads throughout your body.

Raoul lets go of your arm once the orderly is done and starts to walk away. They both exit, leaving you alone, stunned at what just happened. You looked at your arm, noticing a little speck of blood where the needle entered your skin.

You’re not sure what they just injected in you. You don’t feel any different than you did before they came in.

You lay back down and curl up, willing your heart to slow down. You don’t have time long enough to lay there however as the door opens again and two more people walk in.

They grab you and escort you out and into the hall. You typically aren’t out this late and you’re fearful of what’s to come.

You approach a door and are ushered inside and placed on a metal table that takes the place of a makeshift chair. They lay you down and turn the lights down. You look around the room, your eyes trying to adjust to how dim the area is. It's pretty bare except for a machine on either side of the table, that is emitting a soft hum.

No one explains what is going on, so you lay there, eyes darting to and fro as you shake. Loud noises fill the room, the sound seeming to come from the machines on either side of you. You let out a yelp and close your eyes, hoping the loud sounds end soon. Despite this, nobody comes into the room, but instead you are left alone as a grinding sound echos loud and louder which each passing moment.

You lay there for what seems like a long time until someone comes to grab you, helping you off the table. They don’t say a word but ushers you back into the corridor as they take you back to your room.

Arriving at your door, they key you in and push you forward, slamming the door behind you. You’re not sure what just happened, but at least you’re back in the safety of your room.

You change into your sleep shirt and crawl into bed, curling up in a small ball. You let the tears fall as you lay confused and…and…and what? You clutch your blanket in frustration, wishing someone would just tell you what is going on.

That night you let your mind wander. You let it drift to him, to Hyunjin. You long to see him and to listen to his gentle voice. You want to be near him as you felt comfortable and safe.

You’d give anything just to see him again.

Your eyes droop as tears fall staining your cheeks as you drift off to sleep, the thought of Hyunjin being your lullaby. And you dream of images of Hyunjin staring into your eyes, holding you close, telling you everything is going to be okay, and talking to you.

“Y/n!”

The dream is so real. It’s like you can hear him softly calling out your name. You sigh and wish to hear his voice again and you burrow deeper into the blankets.

“Y/n, wake up!”

There it is again. Now you’re being taunted, your brain tricking you, teasing you. But what if you do open your eyes and he’s there, waiting for you to wake up? That’s not possible since he’s gone, has been for months.

But what if…?

You slowly open your eyes, blinking the sleep away as you take notice of a form next to you. You sit up startled, as you scramble to the corner, terror written all over your face.

It takes a moment as your eyes adjust, as you finally take in the figure that is sitting on the edge of your bed.

You squint and you see Hyunjin looking at you in concern, his hands held up as if in a peace offering.

‘It’s just me y/n, shhh…it’s okay,” he whispers as he tries to calm you.

You swallow and as you leap toward him, a sound leaves your mouth, almost like a mix of a whine and a yelp. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the soft skin as you breath him in.

Hyunjin chuckles as he holds you close, stroking your back lightly as he rocks you side to side.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he says, letting the phrase slide through his lips.

He truly has missed you. Over the last few months, he’s worried about you, wandered how you were doing. He couldn’t get away to come see you, as he was being watched closely, making sure he doesn’t step out of line.

He was able to get away tonight as the guards were off duty, making it easy to get to your ward. He felt something wet on his neck followed by hearing a sniffle. Hyunjin gasped realizing you were crying.

He pulled you away so he could look you in the face, to see if you really were crying. His heart broke as he saw the tears streaming down your face, as your lip jutted out and trembled and you sniffled every now and then.

Hyunjin reached out to wipe away your tears, your eyes never leaving his.

“You’re really here?” You croaked, watching as he wiped your face.

“I’m really here,” he replied with a smile, “don’t be sad, I’m here sweetheart.”

At the nickname, you felt a flutter in your belly. You’ve never been called that but it seemed right, even though you weren’t able to explain why.

“I hope you weren’t sad while I was gone?” Hyunjin inquired as he cocked his eyebrow while looking at you.

Sad, so that’s what you’ve been feeling, yet another emotion, albeit this one you were not fond of. You nodded your head, not trusting your voice as you would just burst out into tears again.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry, so so sorry.”

Hyunjin grasped your hands in his and held them close to his heart. You felt the steady thump, the feeling comforting in its own way.

He didn’t have to ask you, understanding immediately what you’ve been through. He knows that you were most likely subjected to horrible tests, all for the sake of “science.” He does not want you to suffer anymore at the hands of the lab, but what could he do?

He thought of hundred of scenarios to where you could truly be happy, but each one would be a bust if he went through with it. Despite the turmoil within, he was here with you now and he intends to enjoy every moment he can.

“Lay down sweetheart,” he coos as he helps you back in bed.

Once you’re settled, Hyunjin lays next to you, taking you in his arms. He holds you close, his fingers tracing your spine as he listens to you breath in and out.

You both lay in silence, even though your hearts beat loudly, so loud it’s surprising the rapid thumping isn’t echoing throughout the room. You cling to his shirt, as more flutters travel through your body, this time all the way to your pelvis, as you feel something wet and sticky leak out of you.

You gasp at the sensation as you look up into Hyunjin’s eyes as he looks down at you with fondness. In this moment, you feel happy laced with something else that you can’t put a word to.

Hyunjin is here, he’s next to you in your arms. And for the first time in months, you feel as if maybe everything will be okay.

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[usagiarchive]

groceries — jing yuan x reader

usagi's note: i know i usually have a song here, but i just went with the thought instead of a vibe this time ><

sypnosis. [ 0.5k words. fluff. ] — Every weekend, the three of you would go out for groceries. A small bit on what it's like.

“Yanqing?” you called out from the kitchen, “Are you dressed yet?”

The pitter patter of footsteps coming down the stairs was heard moments later. “I'm ready! I'm ready!!”

The little boy, not older than seven slammed into the side of your legs for a hug, “Are we gonna go now?” he asked, looking up at you.

You give the boy an affectionate head ruffling, “Go get your Dad, then we'll go,” you say as you use your other hand to pack sandwiches into his backpack.

Yanqing nods repeatedly and then runs off to find his Dad. You hum a little song as you zip up the bag.

The little kid comes back running to you, tugging your arm and running back, you walk to the office as he starts saying what happened.

“He's sleeping with Mimi, Mama! He's sleeping!”

You let out a chuckle, Yuan did say he was going to take a nap. You let yourself be pulled in by your son.

Lo and behold, when the door opens, Yuan is there lying down on his fluffy rug, Mimi, ever the napper, is beside him.

You grow a smile on your face at the sight and snap a few pics as Yanqing is still fussing over why he's still asleep and you sigh in content as you sit down next to your lover's sleeping figure.

You run your fingers through his hair, his resting face as beautiful as ever.

“Mamaaaa!” Yanqing complains, “Stop appreciating Dad's face! We have to do the groceries!”

“I know, I know, I'm gonna wake him up now, kiddo,” you tell him and shake the man below you.

“Yuan, wake up,”

“...Hmm?”

The general rises sleepily without a second to lose and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Mama, that's a cool trick, you have to teach me that,” Yanqing says in awe, “He never wakes when I do that! I even sat on his chest earlier…” he trails off.

You laugh at the kid then place a hand behind the snow-haired man's head.

“Best get dressed quickly, xīngān, no?”

He nods against you, then goes to stand.

You turn to Yanqing who beams at you, “Okay, how about we eat a snack before Dad comes back?” you tell him.

The rapid nods were all you needed to know.

…

Jing Yuan took about thirty minutes to get dressed and tie his hair up, he found the two of you in the kitchen eating cinnamon rolls and cheesecake.

“And then, the stars moved like this! Like this- Dad!”

You whipped your head to look at him.

“Ready?” you ask as you raise your fork, urging him to open his mouth.

Your lover leans forward and takes a bite of the cheesecake.

“It's good,” he says and kisses your cheek.

“Come now, you two, groceries,”

…

The day was spent just like that, the three of you roaming around the Exalting Sanctum and the Central Starskiff Haven.

If reporters were to ask the people of Luofu what they saw, they'd say they saw the Head Healer of the Alchemy Commission and the General of the Luofu walking together.

The General was carrying a lot of bags on one hand, they'd say, holding the Healer's hand in the other as she carried a child asleep on her shoulder who looked no older than six.

If those reporters would ask the people of Luofu what they saw, they'd say they saw a happy family.

usagi's note: did a grocery run today, it was stressful since its holiday season, but i went with a friend soooo... hehehe 😊 it was fun, i like doing normal tasks.

@usagiarchive 2024. do not repost, translate, or use for AI.

[rainibao]

Could Yingdu and/or S3 have some sort of commentary on authoritarianism, specifically via Vein?

It's been in my head for a while, but this scene made me really consider it:

"Once someone breaks the law, there's no room for sympathy."

It's Lu Guang who says it, but I don't think he really believes that. He says it in the heat of the moment, and my first assumption was it being an unconscious projection of the underlying sense of hopelessness and doubt he has towards his choices, due to how Vein's "this is your punishment for changing the past" has been haunting him(and, as many have pointed out, there's definitely parallels between him and Vivian). Or, since it's been established that he isn't the best at communication, he instinctively phrased it that harshly in a desperate attempt to get Cheng Xiaoshi to give it up.

Whatever the case, the theme is there, and we can tell that link click takes a stand against this sentiment by framing Vivian/Li Weiwei in a sympathetic light, especially once she redeems herself by making the objectively right choice of giving Cheng Xiaoshi a chance to escape.

However, the ringleader of the scamming operation kills her for this, for to him it was a betrayal, an act of rebellion, of disobedience. (Which can be felt to be unnecessarily tragic/unfair/kind of extra. Definitely the intended effect: he was going to be arrested anyways, it was just a last show of power. That's what an egoistic person would do. but link click does have an unfortunate track record lol)

Vein does the same thing in his PV to a few of his subordinates(for stealing data presumably. we could also see how terrified they were in the process, whether it was from being found out OR they did it because they could no longer handle being under Vein)

And, to everyone except Lu Guang at the photostudio. For breaking a 'law'(not changing the past), which for whatever reason, is under his jurisdiction, and thus means going against his authority. Which he takes very seriously (while this sets him apart from Vivian's boss, since he is framed to be maintaining a status quo of sorts, it IS also an excessive show of power)

"Once someone breaks the law, there's no room for sympathy." (Which, we've been shown, shouldn't be the case)

And, as Vivian put it: "If you want to get out, be in agreement(or, as in the bilibili translation: surrender), or die."

Conform,

Or die.

^the "CCTV" label in this image implies that it's from the pov of a surveillance camera, and along with what we see in the OP, the posters and Xia Fei's PV(kind of), brings in a "surveillance" aspect of his character. And if the "surveillance via Xia Fei's photographs" theory is true, it could really add to the (assumed) subtext, depending on how it's depicted

+also note the imagery of pigs in their pens

Going back to Vein's authority, whatever it is, remember this from S2?

If I had to guess, this is why Xiao Li was also targeted. However he ran the task force, maybe clashes with whatever Vein also does and he wouldn't stand for it. Either that, or he took offense at his absolute authority being threatened.

Or Xiao Li just happened to be in the way I guess :"

All that to say, I'm curious to see if they do actually go this route and play deeper into it, somehow

[shisekibo]

[Story Translation] Chapter Two - The Glow of Despair [Episode Two: Part Five]

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Seraphim:

“Haha ♪ Look how many there are."

Cherubim:

“Yes. These will be perfect for our experiments. We'll understand humans in no time."

Fennesz:

“This is bad... The soldiers..."

Lamli:

“They took everyone but us?!"

Berrien:

“No. Mr. Teddy and his Commanding Officer were spared."

Yuhan:

“Ugh... My eyes..."

Bastien:

“Oi, Yuhan! Are you okay?"

Yuhan:

“Mr. Bastien... Yes. I'm okay."

Yuhan:

“Where are my subordinates...?"

Yuhan:

“I-is that...?!"

Lucas:

“Miyaji!"

Miyaji:

“Yes, I got it. Follow me, Lucas."

As we all stood frozen in shock by the sudden turn of events...

...Miyaji and Lucas made their way over to attack the Intelligent Angels.

Miyaji:

“You're going to give back our soldiers."

slash

Seraphim:

“Oh my... How dangerous."

Lucas:

“We won't let you just do as you please."

slash...!

Cherubim:

“What a shame. You missed."

Lucas:

“He dodged it!"

flutter... flutter...

The Intelligent Angels spread their wings and took off into the sky.

The bird cage full of soldiers followed them as they flew higher and higher.

Flure:

“This is bad! They're going to get away...!"

Nac:

“Ammon! Flure! Aim for the Angels!"

Ammon:

“Got it!"

Flure:

“We won't let them get away..."

Cherubim:

“Hahaha..."

At that, Cherubim moved the bird cage in front of him and Seraphim.

Nac:

“They're using the soldiers as a shield!"

Nac:

“You two! Don't shoot!"

Ammon:

“Hiding behind humans... What cowards."

Cherubim:

“So it's true. The Devil Butlers won't attack humans."

Lono:

“They're getting away!"

Fennesz:

“They're too high... We can't reach them..."

Lato:

“I won't let them get away. My sword will reach them."

Flure:

“You can't, Lato! What if you hit a soldier...?!"

Seraphim:

“Haha. They're really panicking now."

Teddy:

“Wait! Let my people go!"

Seraphim:

“Hm? That's..."

Scouting Party Soldier:

“Officer Teddy! Run while you still can!"

Scouting Party Soldier:

“If you get any closer, you'll be trapped too..."

Teddy:

“I'm not going to abandon you...! I'll save you, I promise!"

Scouting Party Soldier:

“O-Officer Teddy...!"

Scouting Party Soldier:

“Please save us!"

Scouting Party Soldier:

“We don't want to die here!"

Seraphim:

“It looks like one of the humans is coming our way."

Seraphim:

“Wow... That's some real blood-lust. These humans must be really important."

Scouting Party Soldier:

“Officer Teddy...!!"

Seraphim:

“Everyone's getting so emotional."

Seraphim:

“Humans are so interesting. They have such a range of facial expressions."

Seraphim:

“Panic... Anger... Fear... I want to see more!"

Seraphim:

“For example... I want to see despair!"

Seraphim thrust his hand into the cage as he spoke.

It began to glow, brighter and brighter.

Scouting Party Soldier:

“I can't see..."

Teddy:

“Wh-... What are you doing?!"

Seraphim:

“You're soldiers, aren't you?"

Seraphim:

“I'm sure you already know what this light means."

Teddy:

“That's the light they use... to erase humans..."

Scouting Party Soldier:

“Aaaargh!!! Officer Teddy!! Help...!!"

Scouting Party Soldier:

“No...! I don't want to die...!!"

Teddy:

“Stop it..."

Teddy:

“Stop it now!"

Seraphim:

“Yes, yes. That's what I wanted to see."

A blinding light emanated from Seraphim's hand.

The terrified screams of the soldiers echoed around us.

Soon, they faded to nothing...

When the light disappeared, there was no trace of the soldiers in the cage.

Teddy:

“No... This isn't happening..."

Teddy:

“You're lying... You're lying!"

Teddy:

“Ugh... Uughh..."

Teddy:

"AAAAAAARGHHHH!"

Choices:

“No way..."

Berrien:

“How could they...?"

Seraphim:

“Hahaha! Very good! That's the expression I was looking for!"

Cherubim:

“Oi, Seraphim."

Cherubim:

“What did you do that for? We finally had hostages."

Cherubim:

“All the noble soldiers are gone now!"

Cherubim:

“Did you not listen to my plan?"

Seraphim:

“Sorry, I got a bit carried away."

Cherubim:

“You really are just too curious."

Cherubim:

“Oh well. It's my fault for not planning for if something like this happened."

Cherubim:

“But this is your last chance. Be careful."

Seraphim:

“I will, I will."

Seraphim:

“Oh, then how about this? Why don't we take that screaming one with us?"

Teddy:

“Ghh... Ugh... Uughh..."

Teddy:

“I'm supposed to be their deputy leader... But when it mattered... I didn't do a thing..."

Seraphim:

“He's one of the nobles' soldiers too, isn't he?"

Seraphim:

“Or we could take their leader? He's too scared to even stand."

Seraphim:

“Maybe we should take him captive?"

Cherubim:

“No, we can't. We still need them to do some work for us."

Cherubim:

“Humans care very much about structure. They'll take the words of a commanding officer seriously."

Cherubim:

“Their role is just about to begin."

Seraphim:

“Role? What do you mean?"

Cherubim:

“I'll explain later."

Cherubim:

“Now then... Devil Butlers and their Master."

Cherubim:

“We'll be taking our leave now..."

Seraphim:

“Oh, that's right. Haures."

Haures:

“What do you want...?!"

Seraphim:

“I ended up getting carried away and erasing the humans you brought, but... You played your part perfectly."

Seraphim:

“Let's talk about Tricia later."

Seraphim:

“Thank you for making such a wonderful deal with us."

Haures:

“Ugh...! Stop making up such ridiculous lies!"

Seraphim:

“Hahaha... Bye bye."

flap... flap...

And with that, the two Intelligent Angels disappeared into the darkness of the night.

They left behind only a heavy silence, which engulfed the Devil Butlers...

...And Teddy, who pounded the ground in frustration, tears streaming from his eyes.

Teddy:

“Shit...! Shit...!! Ugh..."

Choices:

“Mr. Teddy..."

We returned to town with nothing to show for our hardship.

While none of the Devil Butlers had been harmed...

We had failed to capture an Intelligent Angel...

And lost all the Sardeis soldiers but Yuhan...

And all the Grosvenor Scouts but Teddy and their commanding officer in the process.

- Devil's Palace -

With heavy hearts, we made our way back to the Devil's Palace and gathered in the dining room.

Lono:

“Master, here's some soup. Please, eat it."

Lono:

“You'll catch a cold if you don't warm yourself up."

Choices:

“Thank you, Lono."

Haures:

“..."

Fennesz:

“..."

The atmosphere in the room was heavy.

We'd lost a great deal of soldiers. The somberness made sense.

Suddenly, Lucas spoke.

Lucas:

“That was a total failure... And it's looking especially bad for us."

Berrien:

“Yes... I never would have imagined a second Intelligent Angel could exist."

Berrien:

“We lost all but three of the Sardeis Family Guard and the Scouting Party."

Berrien:

“Luckily our Master was fine. And none of us were lost..."

Lucas:

“Yes... But..."

Lucas:

“Is it really luck that we were the only ones who remained unharmed...?"

Muu:

“What do you mean by that?"

Lucas:

“I think you'll understand soon."

click

Nac:

“Excuse me."

Choices:

“Nac..."

Nac:

"Mr. Lucas... There's a message from the Grosvenor Family."

Nac:

"Mr. Haures, Mr. Lucas and Master..."

Nac:

"You're to attend a hearing at the Grosvenor Residence tomorrow..."

Lucas:

“Understood. Thank you, Nac."

Haures:

"..."

Fennesz:

“Haures..."

Choices:

“What's going to happen to us now...?"

The following day...

We made our way to the Grosvenor Residence.

[unearthlyfromage]

I just got finished reading The Coin Sides Faced Eachother and now I have massive brain rot lol

Does Stanley/I guess Bill-Stanley? (They really need to come up with a name) can he still see into other universes and potential futures?

How much of Bill’s power was translated into Stanley’s body? Will Stanley be able to still age? Would he be a teenager forever?

Also if let’s just Filbrick or Crampter pushed a line too far with Stanley, how flexible are Stanley’s morals? Would Stanley rearrange the holes in their faces?

Also does Stanley see himself as multiple entities in one body? Or does he just see himself as…well himself?

If Stanley were to make a deal with someone (even if accidentally) would it be marked as a demon deal?

Can Stanley see through eyes if Stanley were to draw an eye symbol on some place?

Also is there another Bill? Or did Bill just get sucked into Stanley or does he no longer exist? Does Euclidean still exist if that were the case?

How is Ford taking all of this? I mean it’s not everyday you find out that your brother is a piece of a God and now has became a God-essentially.

What’s Stanley’s stance on his parents. Because technically he has four biological parents. Do memories bleeding into eachother so much that Stanley can’t tell which is his. Because technically he has two sets of memories, to sort through.

Hi!! I'm so sorry I got to this ask late! The holidays got in the way but I've been thinking about this the whole time!! Thank you for such a huge ask, I love asks like these!

Does Stanley/I guess Bill-Stanley? (They really need to come up with a name) can he still see into other universes and potential futures? Yes, Stan can see just as much as Bill could. Whether or not that will be used is yet to be seen.

How much of Bill’s power was translated into Stanley’s body? Will Stanley be able to still age? Would he be a teenager forever?

All of it. As for aging, to quote the Axolotl; "You no longer have days. Months. Years.

Linear progression has stopped for you.

You will only have now.

And you will have it till the end of time."

Also if let’s just Filbrick or Crampter pushed a line too far with Stanley, how flexible are Stanley’s morals? Would Stanley rearrange the holes in their faces?

That I cannot say, we're just gonna have to wait and see.

Also does Stanley see himself as multiple entities in one body? Or does he just see himself as…well himself?

He doesn't know what he is. He knows he's one being, though.

But in relation to this question, I want you to think about something. The same coin theory is based off of Bill and Stan being two sides of one coin, two halves of one entity. But nobody stops to ask what that coin is called. Coins have names. Be it quarters, pennies, dimes, loons, etc. How can you name something you've never met? Something that, in perspective, hasn't existed for an unquantifiable amount of time? Who would even know that answer?

If Stanley were to make a deal with someone (even if accidentally) would it be marked as a demon deal?

Yes.

Can Stanley see through eyes if Stanley were to draw an eye symbol on some place?

He can see through eyes, through birch trees, through dollar bills, pictures of his face, etc. He can see just as Bill saw.

Also is there another Bill? Or did Bill just get sucked into Stanley or does he no longer exist? Does Euclidean still exist if that were the case?

Bill doesn't exist, not anymore. And neither does Stan. As for Euclidea, the destruction of Bills home dimension happened trillions of years ago - Bill was already in banishment by the time this happened. The death of his home is very, very old news.

How is Ford taking all of this? I mean it’s not everyday you find out that your brother is a piece of a God and now has became a God-essentially.

How can one describe the feeling of mourning a breathing body?

What’s Stanley’s stance on his parents. Because technically he has four biological parents. Do memories bleeding into each other so much that Stanley can’t tell which is his. Because technically he has two sets of memories, to sort through.

This one is interesting. When you compare Stan and Bill, Stans lifetime is nothing more than mere seconds compared to trillions of years of memories. Sixteen years is a puddle lost in an endless, vast ocean of antiquity. For Bill just to blink is to experience Stans entire life. How do you wade through more memories than any one human mind is ever meant to hold?

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Chapter 4 ~ I don't have the words to describe (how much you mean to me)

On Ao3

Chapter 4: Fitting into a New Skin

Summary:

James makes a new friend, gets closer with a known friend and comes up with a plan to "fix" her relationship with close friends.

Notes:

AN: There’s gonna be more build up because I cannot imagine this girl falling through a portal and like two weeks after they’re all like let’s fuck lmao. Let me know what you guys think! Here's the alphabet and just a reminder that the translations are always in the end notes! :) A=𝜩, B=𝜣, C=𝝃, D=𝛴, E=𝜓, F=𝝇, G=𝝋, H=𝝺, I=𝛃, J=𝝣, K=𝝥, L=𝟄, M=𝟇, N=𝞖, O=𝝠, P=𝝮, Q=𝞈, R=𝞀, S=𝞏, T=𝞔, U=𝞒, V=𝞃, W=𝝸, X=𝞹, Y=𝞾, Z=��

Chapter Text

“I go on walk,” James said as she stood up abruptly and moved towards the large door of the lab.

“Wait, where are you going to walk?” Viktor asks.

“Outside. I need…I want… I need 𝜩𝛃𝞀….𝞏𝝮𝜩𝝃𝜓” She says desperately, unable to find the word she’s looking for in Piltovian.

“Do you want us to come with you?”

“No, just James, just me” She said firmly before realizing her tone. “Please” she added but not as a question.

She closed the door behind her.

“She’ll be fine,” Jayce said to his partner.

When 10 minutes passed Jayce told Viktor to relax and that she was fine. When 20 minutes passed Jayce told Viktor that she was probably looking at the scenery. When 20 turned to 30 Jayce didn’t give any explanations and when 40 minutes passed they decided to look for her.

They didn’t have to look for long before they heard the sounds of laughter down the hall. When they reached the room at the end of the hall they were shocked by the sight of James sitting with none other than counselor Medarda, both eating a sticky pastry and laughing.

“Pilt𝝠vian hard to l𝜓arn but th𝜓y help. Th𝜓y are like this” James pointed to her sticky pastry.

“Sticky?”

“Haha no no, tast𝜓”

“Oh they are sweet… they are kind”

“Yes, they are kind”

The two women turned around noticing the men.

“Ahh boys, I was just talking to your lovely friend here. I didn’t know Jayce’s childhood friend was such wonderful company, where have you been hiding her?”

“Oh uh yeah, She lives in a small village up in the mountains so I don’t see her often. She’s living with us while she learns Piltovian”

“I didn’t know you knew another language Jayce, I thought Viktor was the only one of the two of you who was bilingual” she said with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

“I don’t speak it often I’m a bit rusty”

“While I’ll let her return to you, I’ve taken up too much of her time already” she turned to James, reaching her arm out, James responded by grasping her lower forearm, to which Mel responded in kind. Both women bowed their heads.

“Goodbye James, I look forward to the next time we meet”

“Goodbye Mel”

When Mel left, the two men were left there trying to play catch up in their minds on what just happened.

“Why does Mel think you’re my childhood friend?” Jayce questioned

“Oh uh… I told her umm.. Not truth”

“You lied to her?”

“Yes I lied”

“That’s my girl” Jayce looked at James in awe “did you hear that Vik? She lied to a counselor, wait no, not a counselor, Medarda, she lied to the counselor Mel Medarda”

Viktor rolled his eyes at his partner’s antics but was impressed by James gaining favour with the counselor so quickly

“Looks like we have a thing or two to learn from our James here” Viktor said before he questioned her, “What was that thing you did before she left? That arm thing you did”

“Oh that fr𝝠m my home, 𝟇𝞾 𝞒𝞖𝛃𝞃𝜓𝞀𝞏𝜓, it is 𝝠h ugh what is word. It is 𝜩 𝞏𝛃𝝋𝞖 𝝠𝝇 𝞀𝜓𝞏𝝮𝜓𝝃𝞔, Mel and James are same on l𝜓vel, we s𝜓e each 𝝠ther the same”

“Why don’t you do that with us?” Jayce asked, partly joking, partly curious. James blushed at his question

“That not sam𝜓, there diff𝜓rent 𝝠ne, I tell you but n𝝠t now. Lat𝜓r”

“Oh speaking of later, Caitlyn will be here in 20 minutes”

James became giddy at the mention of the girl and their shopping plans for the afternoon.

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The two women walked through the streets headed to the shopping district. The conversation was stilted at first, with a language barrier and no Jayce or Viktor buffer the conversation.

James broke the awkward silence first with slow stilted words.

“I am s𝝠rry I do not talk mor𝜓. It is hard t𝝠 learn” She had been correcting and practicing what she wanted to say on the whole walk. “At my hom𝜓, I talked a lot. It is hard not t𝝠 talk a lot now. I am too 𝞈𝞒𝛃𝜓𝞔, I do not like it. I am not …. me”

After a moment of silence, Caitlyn spoke.

“I understand. Feeling not like me, not like yourself” Caitlyn offers a soft smile. “Try, and if you can’t say it in Piltovian say it in your language and I will still listen”

They both stopped walking. James places her hand on Cait’s upper arm.

“Thank you Caitlyn”

They continued to walk, now in comfortable silence.

“Do you know what a bet is?” Cait asked

“A bet? No this is n𝜓w word”

“A bet is putting money down on something you think is likely to happen and if you’re right you get money from the other person but if you're wrong you lose your money.”

“Oo𝝠kay…”

“Like I would bet $15 that Viktor will blow something up in the lab tonight”

“Oh a 𝜣𝜓𝞔!”

Then she looked at James with a mischievous grin.

“Wanna place a bet on fast we can finish our shopping”

James matched her grin.

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James won $10 in the end. They were done within an hour and a half with 8 bags in between the two of them. Caitlyn and James were incredibly efficient shoppers, getting everything the two of them wanted or needed in impressive timing. They even bought bathing suits; James lit up when hearing about some of the beautiful lakes in the outer parts of Piltover. After telling Cait how she used to swim regularly in her home world, she promised James they would put them to use soon.

The front door was locked, but thankfully James had been given a key for situations just like this. She placed her bags down as soon as she stepped through the door. Before she even got a chance to take off her shoes, she heard muffled sounds from further in the house. She leaned forward to hear the sound better but she should have taken 5 steps back with the moan that cut through the house. If there had been a mirror James would have been able to see that her face was as bright red as a tomato. She decided that now was a good time for another 30 minute walk, so as quietly as she could, she turned around and walked out the door, locking it behind her.

It was bound to happen, the two men were dating, of course they would have sex, in fact it was surprising that she hadn’t already accidentally heard anything. The guilt started to fester within James. She was throwing a wrench in their lives, she was an intrusion in their house and they were just waiting for her to go home. She didn’t know how to get home though. She knows she wasn’t the cause of the portal, the real reason was clouded behind a wall of mist in her mind; everytime she tries to walk through it pushes her back, telling her not yet; when it’s time the mist will clear. She was hoping that she had been led to Jayce and Viktor because they could help her find a way back but she would do it by herself if it meant they got to continue on with their lives without interruptions.

When she returned home she listened for a second to make sure Jayce and Viktor were done with their “activities”. Satisfied with the lack of sound, she slammed the door behind her, announcing her arrival to the house, before picking up the bags she left in the hallway from her first time entering, and brought them to her room.

The exhaustion from the day and the past two weeks caught up to her as she stripped from her clothes of the day and buried herself under the covers. Tomorrow she would make sure she wasn’t a burden.

Notes:

𝜩𝛃𝞀, 𝞏𝝮𝜩𝝃𝜓 = Air, space, 𝟇𝞾 𝞒𝞖𝛃𝞃𝜓𝞀𝞏𝜓 = My universe, 𝜩 𝞏𝛃𝝋𝞖 𝝠𝝇 𝞀𝜓𝞏𝝮𝜓𝝃𝞔 = A sign of respect, 𝞈𝞒𝛃𝜓𝞔 = Quiet, 𝜣𝜓𝞔 = bet

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