#Why are all of Fit's characters so connected to dandelions

[royalarchivist]

Pac: It's just so calm, calm, calm here.

Fit: Calma, calma, calma.

Pac: Calma, right? Just so calma, calma, calma. Wait, what does this button do? [Gifts Fit a dandelion, pretending like he doesn't know]

Fit: OH, what? For me? Where did you find this?

Pac: You know, I just found it right next to a bush! [Laughs]

Fit: Oh, wow! No, thank you, obrigado, I love it! This is great.

Pac: You're welcome! De nada, de nada.

Fit: You know what? I love it so much, I'm gonna eat it.

Pac: [Laughing] Wait, what? Can you eat flowers here?

Fit: Yeah, that's right! Here, try it!

Pac: I want to try it. [Takes the dandelion Fit gave him] Ok, thank you. How can I eat those? Do I– oh. [He eats it] Mmm! Almost better- like Pão De Queijo.

[genshincreatorau]

CreatorAU Headcanons Part 1

【summary】 — some general headcannons on the subject of this AU and then my idea of how your visit to mondstadt would go.

【contains】 — clingy genshin men . flirting?

【characters】 — Venti . Diluc . Kaeya

this is just some general knowledge about my version of the CreatorAU that I follow for my writing.

The Reader wakes up in Teyvat after the events of the game, meaning the traveler and their twin is nowhere to be found. having already left.

The Reader and the Creator are not exactly the same thing, while the Reader is from our world, as they are just you. the Creator is a consciousness that shares your body.

The creator is so deeply interwoven with your own mind that it might as well just be the memories of a previous life. one that you've now returned to!

The Reader has seen everything just like how we see it in the game all the way up to the Fontaine quest. before they got isekai'd and wake up sometime after the end of the game.

Now the only pressing matter left in Teyvat is the arrival of their one and only Creator. (that's you!)

the worship of the creator is not as wide spread as you'd think. it's different with each region.

it all depends on how much power and influence your acolytes hold in their nation.

now that all the boring lore stuff is out of the way, onto the character Headcanons!

Mondstadt

the people of mondstadt generally don't know much about you as the creator, nor is it really that deep into your worship.

however the same can not be said for those you've shared a connection with via the intertwined fates.

each of your acolytes expresses their devotion in different ways and the ones in mondstadt tend to take it a bit more lightly then say the ones in Inazuma.

Venti

Venti is the first to greet you when you arrived.

when you come to visit the land of freedom he is quick to show his face.

greeting you with a bow and a cheeky line about how he'd been wondering when you'd pay him a visit.

you in your current state aren't able to manipulate any of the elements so he is happy to help you move around more freely.

he'll give you a tour of the city, this bard is at your service, entertaining you with songs that tell tales of his people.

After you get approached by Jean and Diluc, your attention wanes off of him and he might just have whisk you into the air. gently placing you both in the arms of his statue. a fitting place for you if he does say so himself.

you fit so perfectly in his arms. don't worry, he let go.

you won't get a straight answer as to why he brought you here but its not hard to guess.

he'll redirect your attention to all the points of interests across Mondstadt. an arm not so subtly wrapping around your waist as he points out the places he could take you to.

Diluc

his first attempt to approach you was cut short by the bards childish whims to have you to himself.

he had come to speak with you about your stay in Mondstadt, ready to offer you lodgings at his Manor.

it was only fitting that someone as important as you were to stay with him, a noble of high esteem.

not to mention the fact that he did not trust the Knights of Favonius with your safety. especially with the fatui still lurking around.

that's why he'd approached you when he noticed you speaking with Jean. unfortunately, he did not get the chance to bring up his offer.

no matter, if he knew Venti (and he did) then he'd be by angel's share come evening.

so he stayed in town, taking a shift at the bar and giving Charles the night off.

and just as he'd thought the infamous bard was quick to show his face, hand in hand with you and insisting you try the dandelion wine.

The drinks were on the house that night, if only so that he could have enough time to make a proper introduction. without Venti taking the spot light.

Diluc made sure not to waste any of your time. getting straight to the question at hand on where it is you were planning to stay during your time in Mondstadt.

it didn't matter if you had plans to stay somewhere or not, he'd still make his offer for you to stay at the winery.

Whether you'd accept his offer was up to you.

but keep in mind, your decision would determine whether he'd get to sleep at home that night or if he'd stay up patrolling the streets of Mondstadt.

Diluc would stay with you until it was time to close, either escorting you to the Winery where there would be a proper meal and a bed waiting for you.

or he'd simply escort you to where ever else you'd decided to stay for the night.

this gesture, while genuine, also served to let him know exactly where he'd need to be patrolling that night.

he'd spotted the fatui following you around.

he didn't care if they we're simply watching you to reporting back on your well being, or if their intentions we're to steal you away.

he'd be rid of them either way.

they had no business being there.

at least at the Dawn Winery he could rest easy knowing you we're safe, resting in the room just next door.

...

he could still feel where your hands had rested on his arm while he escorted you.

Diluc hoped he'd be able to take a nice long walk with you around his Manor the next morning. you were pleasant company.

Kaeya

now Kaeya has a special place for you in his heart.

and no one else in mondstadt would ever truly understand why.

because his knowledge of you went further then most of your followers.

because back in Khaenri'ah, they didn't worship any of the Seven Archons. They worshiped you.

and although you might not remember the sacrifice you had made, and no one cared to inform you about what had happened. he'd still show his gratitude in any way he could.

he'd known that getting some time with you would be difficult when everybody would be vying for your attention.

so he had decided to postpone his introduction until the evening of your arrival.

suggesting to Jean that offering you a place to stay at the Favonius headquarters was the best course of action.

hence his disappointment when she returned with the news that she had been unsuccessful.

but apparently they weren't the only ones to make the offer. his brother was doing the exact same thing.

so, when he caught wind that you had indeed stayed at the dawn winery, he'd made his way back home.

he thoroughly enjoyed the look he'd gotten from his brother when he interrupted your stroll around the garden.

Diluc seemed so agitated. it was so amusing.

he stayed there the entire time. making conversation and putting on the charm.

though it wasn't until you walked back inside the manor that he took the time to properly greet you.

holding his hand out to you as if to shake it, only to plant a kiss on the back of your hand.

he had lingered just long enough for you to question if he was truly just being polite, it seemed almost purposeful.

as if to savor it.

this didn't go unnoticed by Diluc, and it seemed to burn up whatever patience he had left.

they didn't get into a physical fight, but the tension was palpable and you'd decided to take your leave before anyone got hurt.

heading back towards Mondstadt to continue your exploits in the city.

【notes】 — this got pretty out of hand, i only meant to write something short for each nation but instead you got Mondstadt and three of its people. well! if anyone's reading this and would like to request specific characters or scenario then go for it!

[reallytinyhologram]

Honestly I dont want to have doubts on skuld being subject x but with normura you never know

But like it makes so much sense and everything else feels like an absolute stretch Like the age fits

The Black hair that was mentioned in the characters files

The fact shes from the age of fairytales

The fact xehanort saw her in the players memories which could also explain why he became a bit obessed with her

The sun moon and Star trio

The fact how it was mentioned in the secret reports that she departed her world with others

The 4 friends and a key thing doesnt make as much sense but with the ending it would be safe to assume she does NOT count the Player as friend anymore

Her literal name means future

The fact how her fate wasnt revealed to us yet

She lost importance in Union cross fairly quickly so this is her chance to get important to the story again. And the whole subject x thing has the potential to make her very important to the Story. We dont even know why luxu freed her. Kindness? Did he have a plan in mind when doing so? She was compared to ava so much is she supposed to act as a replacement? Not knowing anything about Luxus intentions alone leaves room for so much Potential. We dont even know her whereabouts yet. She has the potential to make a total change in character. There is so MUCH potential with this whole subject x mystery and the character as a whole

Of course it could still be ava but that honestly kinda seems like a stretch to me. Why would you specifically mention the hair even tho it was never revealed yet, also I dont see ava being as young 15. 18-19 perhabs but not younger. Also the trio theme wouldnt work then because sun moon and fox doesnt really make sense. I mean yeah her being subject x would still make sense but in that case I feel like all the Clues nomura threw in here were supposed to lead us to the completly wrong path and I usually have nothing against that but here it seems a bit...extreme?

Ava suddenly being subject x seems like a last Minute decision to me if im honest. Like normura seeing how we already figured it out and then going "nope" and changing it

I very much like the theory of ava being the true dandelion but subject x? I really do not see the vibe there

The whole "she looks like xehanorts mom" thing obviously brings doubts in this whole theory too but at this point I hope nomura just threw that in there to drive us crazy or to explain xehanorts "obession" with her more. Because guy never met his mom and now suddenly there is some girl that looks like her that seems to be from a completly diffrent timeline like Fr? I would want to find out everything about how she ended up here too....Not in his way tho

Also i dont have anything against skuld staying with ephemer and building up scala. I really like the aesthetic to be honest but in that case where is her Statue? Why wasnt she shown being there with him? Her staying with ephemer also seems like some last Minute decision to me. Especially with the ending where I kinda had the feeling they were trying to suddenly build up romance between them. I like the ship but I would not at all like how nomura handled it

(And I love the thought of them counting as tragic lovers)

Like honestly at this point I would prefer it if nomura suddenly Pulled out some crazy explaination like "Xehanort and skuld are actually half siblings and her mom is a time traveler!" or "Skuld had a secret sister that got together with ephemer!" or sum

Actually that half sibling stuff would be so fucked up lmao

Maybe his mom is also just verdandi

I mean I wouldnt mind her and xehanorts mom having some Kind of connection to eachother but please without her being thrown into the attic and be forgotten about

Anyways to summarize: I still believe skuld is subject x but nomura is driving me crazy and I will riot if he suddenly says she is not subject x

[drinkinboilingcoffee]

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yes I have ramble permission-

(Game here)

🍒= William’s main motivation for killing was to bring back Evan, and the missing kids were his first attempt at actually testing that revival. As such, he thought it fitting the people who caused Evan’s death be the ones to suffer through the process of fixing him. Gabriel, Jerri (my name for Jeremy to avoid confusion with Mr. Fitzgerald) and Susie were Mike’s friends from fnaf 4 and the only ones William was sure he was going to kill. When their revivals had unsatisfactory results, William killed Fritz (who he tries to justify as being present at the party and not trying to stop Evan’s death) and Cassidy (who didn’t have any connection to the event at all).

❓= Gabriel and Jerri are both 13, Susie is 14 (only a few months older than Gabe and Jer and about the age of Mike at the time), Fritz is 9 and Cassidy is 7

🎊= Oh boy I suck at describing personalities (I’m much more of a show-don’t-tell for this stuff) but here goes- Susie is kind of the tough one in the group (I based her a lot on fnaf 4 rather than ffps so sorry if that bugs anyone). Kind of person who would beat the shit out of you if you cut her in line but takes bugs and puts them outside rather than crushing them- probably a big animal person (her dog Chestnut possesses Mr. Cupcake). Gabriel thinks nothing through. Has eaten many live insects on dares and has probably been hospitalized as a result. Actually helped design some of the Fredbear and Friends characters- his dad works as one of the voice actors (he boasts about it a lot) and got some of his designs submitted to William. Ngl I kind of see Jerri as the quiet one? The kind of person where even with close friends he wouldn’t speak unless he was 100% sure people would agree (me). Was probably a theater kid. He was closest to Mike and knew the most about his situation at home (Michael would sometimes have to stay over at Jerri’s for the night if there was a particularly bad episode) so he didn’t trust William as blindly as the others. I like him. Fritz is that one 9 year old on every public transit who’s a wearing full Avengers outfit and running around away from his parents talking to all the older kids about his Spider-Man sona. Was obsessed with pirates (he’s missing an eye and had to wear a patch that he drew a skull and crossbones on). Gabriel’s cousin but they live practically next door and act like brothers (Fritz looks up to him a lot). Cassidy is an only child and lived with various relatives on and off while her dad was sick when she was younger, so she didn’t really have a chance to form an sort of stable friend group until she was older. She’s definitely a quiet kid and the kind of quiet kid who will bite you. She spent most of her time at Freddy’s (her dad worked there) and had the entire layout memorized, including how to get into places she wasn’t supposed to (she would go over to where Golden Freddy was stored and leave flowers and toys. She didn’t really know why, but she felt sorry for it. It drove William crazy when he kept finding dolls and dandelions surrounding the animatronic that killed his son like some kind of shrine).

[char-writes]

Dandelion, Dandelion: Excerpt

An excerpt from the beginning of chapter four in Dandelion, Dandelion.

Sharing because I had a dream that this particular chapter was deemed terrible by readers, and I need to reassure myself it's not as bad as my brain is telling me it is.

Context: Cylindra and Elysia have run into the forest outside Cylindra's home. This is Cylindra's first time ever exploring the outside world. For more information on the story and characters, check out the WIP post linked in the beginning of this post!

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“I never noticed the forest was so large,” Cylindra says. Elysia finally brings the horse to a stop, a small bubbling stream at their feet for the horse to drink from. She pets its neck after they dismount, muttering soft words of gratitude while Cylindra looks around. “I mean, I’ve passed by it in carriages. It shouldn’t be able to extend this far.”

“It doesn’t,” Elysia says without looking at her. “You know the stories about the forest, right?”

“About the magic and terrible things that happen past the trees?” Cylindra asks, waving her hands in a vague gesture of a mage casting a spell. “Yes, everyone does. Forests are practically taboo in Midhearth.”

“Ah, see— forests. Plural,” Elysia says, peering at her. “It’s all one forest, Silly.”

Cylindra blinks. “You mean—”

“They’re all connected.” Elysia looks around them with far greater wonderment than Cylindra does, more reverence in her eyes than fear. “The first line of trees serves as a passage into their world, a place caught between the magical and the non-magical. This forest is the same as a forest in Rivek, and the same as one on the other side of the world. It’s why so many people get lost in it— and it’s why I ended up at your home so quickly after the fire at the temple. I ran into the forest, and it saw fit to let me out at your feet.”

[suncatchr]

11

Which character has been through the most design changes?

Probably Koda and Maeja, just because they're the characters I've had the longest! A lot of the time my characters will have an original design I just throw down and then I'll redesign them around a year later when I have a clearer image of them in my head, but I'm just never satisfied with these designs. Probably cause I don't want them to stand out too much, they're supposed to be numbers in a system and that's why I design them with uniforms now as well. But I like that Koda has a design indicative of his backstory and that Mae gives I'm not like other girls because it contradicts their personalities: Koda doesn't want evidence of his life on him and Mae wants to be like other girls.

Their designs thus have gone through just a lot of little tweaks for the sake of making them look like both normal people and anime girls. Both of them got darker skin and curlier hair than their original designs just to get that out of the way #pocficationbeam.

Koda's hair didn't always cover his eyes, it's a visual metaphor for blissful ignorance now. It fully covers his eyes as a child, one eye through high school, and once they've found their home, it covers neither. His outfit has changed a hundred times, I liked the wide neck sweater because it looked scholarly but with a scar on his neck, a turtleneck both dulls down that main character energy by hiding it and fits him better because he wouldn't show it off. I've also changed the number of scars on his face and the placement, he didn't always have them on his face but I liked that he couldn't hide them. The knife wound was always there, but the burn scar used to be just a regular burn for realism. I changed it to a lichtenberg figure because even though those don't scar, it suits him to have the shape of his more visible scar be indicative of his power, the trauma he can talk about.

Mae's outfit was the core of my issues w her, the black hoodie was far too simplistic and pairing it w skinny jeans just wasn't. like emo enough. the blue shirt and black leather jacket has been in the mix for a while because the dark colours suit her and the leather jacket represents an outer layer of her personality, but it just doesn't always seem right? I feel like she wouldn't want to put all of that on, again it also makes her stand out beside Noah and Koda who both wear colour. So her fit is even still up in the air but I want to give her a dress. Her hair is another thing that gave me trouble, I certainly think she'd want it to obscure her face and that's what her first pass was like, but she also needs to have her eyes visible from a design standpoint bc she controls souls, and she does this by connecting with people either physically or emotionally. She can't connect w people w her eyes obscured, so her hair is pulled back sloppily bc I feel like she wouldn't care to make it neat. The newest additions to her design again make her stand out as a main character but are symbolic: the flowers in her hair. They were given to her by Noah and Koda to cheer her up and represent her ability to leave her past behind and grow anew. Koda gave her bluebells (gratitude and love, i imagine this is the nicest thing he's ever done for her) and Noah, not knowing anything about plant symbolism, gives her some nearby dandelions (represent regrowth and strength, two things she's struggling to achieve).

[yostresswritinggirl]

My goodness, I- I did not expect this one to blow up like this. Then again you guys are so goddamn unpredictable, be glad I love you all hhhhh- this will be the last installation of Universe Reversal and it has been a nice yet wild ride for this mini-series pfft. Thank you to the anon with the brilliant mind who started this, I didn't include Kaeya here since he's already fleshed out in the asks convos we had.

Universe Reversal 3

Genshin Impact Character Reader and Modern Players with Venti and Diluc (how they simp for you) (event masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2 / Extras)

Venti the Multi-Account User

This unhinged boyo has made multiple accounts for different servers, and no one really knows how many he uses or how many he's active on (it's 2), nor the reason why he even did this strategy in the first place.

How he pulled you: This little gremlin was messing around with his alt account and saw that he still had some leftover primogems in it, enough for ten pulls. And he was like, why not? He's already ran out of chances in his main account, he wasn't hoping much— so when that glorious golden meteor appear, he froze.

And then he freaked out, both in triumph and anger, because OMG you came home!!! In the WRONG account!!! ¡¡! ¡¡!

Bragging about it to his friends, and when he gets his congratulations, he's gonna come out and say it was on his alt account. And all hell breaks loose.

He's gonna spend most of his days trying to debate over his head what's he gonna do about his predicament, while farming materials not just for you but for the other characters as well. He doesn't have a well-bred team in that account so...

He'll be spending most of his time in that account during the hype, of course, and he's gonna be the gamer that would be staying up so late just to get everything geared up and maxed out.

Venti usually used you in co-op to flex on his pull, and dons your character as his profile. His grinding has raised you to at least C1 with the second best weapon for you, and a decent set of artifacts. He built you as sub dps tho, unlike the other players here.

This is obvious but he likes using you for gliding, because your character reacts so happily when doing so and he finds it really cute. He also ends up idling a lot and watches your idle animation, gif'd and all.

One of the very few characters who would actually cosplay as you, if it's possible. Shameless and proud for it too.

May or may not have attracted some specific fans.

You coming home has sparked the vigor of gaming for him once again, and became more engaged to the community and- holy shit, you have so many fan materials.

Venti may or may not have participated in the ship wars and best character wars alongside Childe and Kaeya.

One of the remixers and character theme/fan-made songs type of fan in the community, very prestigious too. He aims to offers his works to the devs too, even if it's just for small promotional materials.

"The game just become so much more enjoyable and pleasing to play when I got them! Even if I had to switch accounts, it's was sooo worth it." sad neglected account noises

Favorite Voicelines: Feelings About Ascension, All your trailers (What do you mean this is not a voiceline?)

Diluc the Beta Tester

One of the lucky people to be able to play the beta version of the game, as he had been very critical in checking for bugs and suggestions even if he has his own work.

How he pulled you: Mentioned this before, he wasn't meant to pull for you really, he was there for the other characters in your banner, but you ended up coming home to him instead.

It's not that he doesn't LIKE you, it's nothing personal, it's just that his team/playstyle doesn't really let you fit in to his game? But hey, at least he knows you're good, so instead of neglecting you he decided to build you up as well just to see.

Diluc now has the strongest (Y/N) build in the whole game.

Was forced by his brother to make a video/tutorial for your character, and he found it quite enjoyable. So many people thanked him and supported his video for it, dedicated fans to your character and building.

Diluc warms up to your character soon after and sees you in a better light. Starts reading more about you and sees how nice your story was well made, and admires the beauty of your ult animation a tad bit too much.

His reputation suddenly became connected to you, like speedrunning, soloing and powerful builds with/for your character.

If there were any bugs or fixes regarding your character, he's the first to notice and report in full detail to Mihoyo. Because of this your release had been unusually flawless and well-liked by the community, but he wouldn't know much since he's not that engaged to the fandom.

He doesn't notice his bias to you and if he gets called out, he's gonna vehemently deny the fuck outta it. He's a beta player, he needs to analyze all characters equally, damn it.

He may or maaaaay not be one of the cause of your character getting leaked before your actual release; Kaeya may or maaaay not be related to this. Don't worry tho, he's not under any danger, yet.

He has a big chance of being a new character's VA that's closely tied to you and he's unsure yet on how to deal about the offer.

If a casual criticizes your character, especially when they insult that you're too overrated, he's there to pull out the right facts and rants to shit the fucker up.

Silently helped with the popularity poll and made you the most liked character for a very long time.

One of the people obsessed with your idle animation and voicelines, and had listened to all of your lines in ALL languages. For uh, for work purposes, of course. Will fight that your English VA is the best and suiting voice for you.

He's kinda tsun on liking your character in a simping kind of sense? So it's like subtle in which he silently buys one merch of yours, total opposite of Kaeya with his Dakimakura-

"One of the best characters Mihoyo has released so far. I'm guilty I almost didn't try getting them, but now I'm on the shi- train for vouching as best player."

Favorite Voicelines: Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night, Attack Dialogues

@ellitx @moaa @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @dandelion-dreams @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel

[on-a-lucky-tide]

It's quite disturbing how people are making jokes about the "Burn butcher burn" song - like, i get it, it fits into the trope of a breakup song, but 'butcher' is a moniker geralt himself constantly tries to distance himself from, and given how influential jaskier is, him singing a song encouraging bad behaviour towards geralt just doesn't sit right with me - it's not just a petty breakup song, it's literally leveraging his fame to hurt geralt's reputation and maybe even cause physical harm

I did think it's a bit like Beyonce singing a slanderous song about the local pest control guy.

Netflix's tone-deaf marketing has really fed into it though, with all the 'Bard and the Butcher' crap, forgetting one of the big underlying lessons about - you know, fuck it. Netflix doesn't care, people lap up the tropey fantasy, so why not? It was never about creating a faithful adaptation with some much-needed modernisation. It was about netting those GoT fans and cramming in as many quotable one-liners as possible. Even the dialogue ripped directly from the book feels disingenuous and flat, because the nuanced characterisation isn't there to support it.

Try not to compare the two. There are no commonalities beyond using the character names and general gist of Sapkowski's ideas.

But, what I will say: Jaskier has always been presented differently to Dandelion. When Geralt finds Dandelion hiding from that group of brothers, he's already a famous poet in his own right. Netflix Jaskier is presented to us as a down-and-out eighteen year old with the emotional maturity to match. It's the equivalent of a young busker finding a hot meal ticket in the local pub. His fame builds on and with Geralt, whereas Dandelion uses his existing connections to launch Geralt with a hot new EP. So, I guess, what I'm trying to say is: Jaskier singing it is different to Dandelion singing it? I suppose? Maybe.

But yeah, Non. I hate it. And the people feeding off of it are just displaying their profound lack of empathy and their warped sense of romance and friendship. In my most humble opinion.

[appleflavoredkitkats]

Who Are the Four Horsemen of the Dream SMP Apocalypse?

Art by: Viktor Vasnetsov

[TW’s: torture, death, murder, manipulation, alcohol, substance abuse, discussions about the end of the world, religion, starvation, violence, implied gambling, blood, alcoholism]

Word Count: 3.5k

INTRODUCTION

Hopefully I finish this before I feel too sleep-deprived, but I’ve been thinking about the presence of horsemen in Quackity’s “My Enemies” stream. These mysterious, hooded figures are quite odd to say the least, and their involvement with Las Nevadas still remains unknown. There has been a debate on whether there were three horsemen or four, and in my opinion, I believe that there are four horsemen present.

Why four? In the first scene, three horsemen arrive at the Dream SMP on a dark and stormy night. They seem to have come from the south, entering Eret’s castle from the back. As they stop to pull their Netherite swords out, air raid sirens are heard from the distance.

Similarly, in the last scene, Quackity is seen placing a book in Wilbur’s memorial before leaving, riding his skeleton horse, Ossium. The scene cuts from first person POV to third, and we see a hooded figure, presumably Quackity because of how both came from the same direction. Additionally, air raid sirens are also heard from a distance.

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I theorize that these two scenes take place at the same time. The prequel scenes only began after we see the sequence of Quackity torturing Dream, and it ends after the flashbacks of Wilbur. We can synthesize that both these scenes are set at the same time, and that these horsemen are going to meet at a certain point on the prime path.

What may suggest that these four horsemen are supposed to be parallels to the biblical four horsemen?

Firstly, seeing the bits they do, Quackity and Schlatt do know a lot of biblical references. Schlatt has compared Tubbo to Jesus once, and Quackity has said many prayers as jokes in the Dream SMP. It’s just… easy to take inspiration from biblical symbols and references, and also, the four horsemen are just very popular figures in history, so you know, why not?

Also, this may also sound RIDICULOUS, but the fact that this stream establishes that Tommy got resurrected three days after he got killed is actually very reminiscent of, well, you guessed it, Jesus Christ. 72 hours is oddly specific, and I don’t think the cc’s made it that way for no reason. Tommy’s parallels to Jesus—which is a VERY funny phrase—could imply that the Dream SMP might draw more parallels to Christianity, and the four horsemen could be another one of these references.

Also, Quackity mentioned how in Las Nevadas, he made four casinos for him and the rest of El Rapids. So, we know four is a number we can associate with Las Nevadas, and there’s a chance Quackity gave these casinos to three other people. Four casinos, four horsemen.

What is the purpose of the four horsemen in the Dream SMP? When the air raid sirens went off, we can think of these four horsemen as the bringer of chaos or danger into the Dream SMP, very reminiscent of the purpose of the original four horsemen in Christianity. We can also connect it to the end of the world, as these four only appear when the world begins to end. This can imply that these four, who are most likely allies of Quackity in Las Nevadas, are somewhat connected to how the Dream SMP will end.

Now, who is who? Admittedly, it is difficult to find a definitive answer on which member represents what horseman, so I’ll try my best considering all the possibilities for each. I’ll add my own ranks on how probable I think they are, but I have to specify that these are subjective- I am not a beacon of truth, y’all.

So let’s get started.

Firstly, I want to discuss who might NOT be a horseman to narrow it down a bit:

Any minors might not be involved. In Sam’s face reveal stream, aka the first stream mentioning Las Nevadas, Quackity and Sam agree they don’t want Tubbo and Tommy to participate in underage gambling. Don’t know if this applies to Ranboo and Fundy (since he might be canonically a child? Who knows), so they get more of a pass, but the clingy duo might not.

The Syndicate. I’d like to think that the Syndicate, as well as Dream, are Quackity’s main foils of the server. As they are the richest and also the most skilled in PVP, Quackity stands no chance against them even with his sharp tongue. As these people are foils against Quackity, and also probably hate his guts, Quackity might not hire them at Las Nevadas. I theorize he’d probably use Dream as a watchdog against the Syndicate, but that’s a theory for another time. 

Additional point about Dream: he’s in prison.

Anyone from Kinoko Kingdom because it’s clear Quackity severed all ties with them.

The Eggpire is half-half. They can possibly join, but also can’t, Quackity can manipulate them into joining only for their inevitable demise, or Quackity wouldn’t wanna associate with them after the explosion incident. They’ll at least get a few passes in some categories, but again, not entirely sure.

CONQUEST

Also known as Plague, Pestilence, and in some occasions, both Jesus Christ and the Antichrist, Conquest is shown to be riding on a white horse, donning a victor’s crown and a bow. There are many interpretations of Conquest, especially with their ambiguous morality. Some people can perceive them as bad, representing the origin of many wars. Some people claim that they represent pestilence and plague as their arrows are slathered with the infections they want to spread. In some cases, they can also be interpreted as good, as their description is heavily reminiscent of Jesus Christ himself. Others would rebut that there is also a possibility that they might be a fake replica of Jesus created by Satan, thus making them the antichrist.

Sam (8/10)

Sam is my first choice when it comes to Conquest because, firstly, he fits the appearance. He is one of the only people in the Dream SMP who dons a crown, and they also possess a bow which they frequently use. I’d say that Sam as Conquest matches with his ambitions as a member of the Badlands, Pestilence or Plague match with his possible crimson infection, and Antichrist matches with his inability to keep Tommy, the possible Jesus figure on the SMP, alive or safe. 

My only issue is: would Sam be one of the three who arrived at the Dream SMP in the beginning? Sam is very strict with his job as warden, so it is unlikely that he would be seen far from it.

Any of the Eggpire (7/10)

As Conquest is heavily depicted with pestilence or plague, any of the Eggpire may fit under this category. As their goal as the Eggpire is meant to conquer the Dream SMP, this also matches with the goal of Conquest. Additionally, one of the Egg’s weaknesses is Church Prime, something heavily resembling Christianity, so if the Egg is its opposite, we can view the Egg as somewhat of an antichrist. 

I say Punz, Bad, Ponk, and Hannah have a higher chance of being Conquest, while Ant is a solid ‘maybe’. Punz could’ve been the one who blew up the Egg, Bad can be easily persuaded by Quackity, Ponk is one of the only capitalists of the server that may participate in Las Nevadas, and Hannah’s character heavily fits the theme of pestilence when it comes to nature. Additionally, I like to believe that Conquest was the horseman on the skeleton horse (that isn’t Quackity’s), especially since they were holding a dandelion in one shot, something that could be attributed to “pestilence” because a dandelion is a weed. This may imply that Hannah could be part, but because they haven’t interacted much beforehand, we wouldn’t be sure. More insight on Punz: he once mentioned he upholds his duties as mercenary more than he might love the Egg, so there’s a chance Quackity bribed him to join Las Nevadas.

The main con to this is that: why would the Eggpire willingly join Quackity, or why would the Egg allow them to join Quackity? I can see that Quackity might break their brainwashed states because he has a good way with words, but people like Bad, Ant, and Punz have stated that they’ve been fully controlled by the Egg. Also, Quackity makes it clear he wants to eradicate his enemies, so he might not want any members of the Eggpire to join Las Nevadas… unless there’s a traitor?

Schlatt, Mexican Dream, or Wilbur (6/10)

Heavily connected with winning if you take Manberg, Mexican L’Manberg, or L’Manberg into mind.

Wilbur also has a memorable crossbow, but I don’t know if that counts as a bow.

Any dead characters have a high chance of joining Las Nevadas because of its possible connections to death and the revival system of the SMP.

Other possibilities with short explanations and low but possible odds:

Eret: Has a crown, his betrayal can be seen as a “win”, has Tommy’s bow from the duel. Can be seen as an antichrist figure.

Jack: As he is against Tommy, he can be seen as an antichrist figure. Might be working with Las Nevadas because of his deal with Quackity.

Ranboo: He’s a minor, but he also has a crown and a bow so, maybe? He’s not much of a conqueror or winner, though.

Connor: Didn’t really conquer much, didn’t really win much, he’s just here because of Schlatt, honestly.

WAR

War is depicted to be holding a raised sword as they ride atop a red horse. After conquest, war is expected to follow, and War is tasked to break any type of peace on earth. He is tasked to kill, or make humans kill each other. The prominence of red symbolizes bloodshed or immense anger, something very present in war. Multiple depictions of War show him with his sword raised upwards, signifying the start of a battle.

Schlatt (9/10)

The man’s literally torn the Dream SMP apart (/lh). This man is always keen on fulfilling his goals, and if it means he’ll have to fulfill them in the most twisted of ways, he will do it. Him winning the Election brought immense conflict in the Dream SMP, and many people were torn apart on which side was the right or wrong side. One of Schlatt’s prominent colors besides blue would be red, as it is the color of his tie and the color of his ghost form’s horns. Red could represent the bloodshed of those who died during the Manberg-Pogtopia conflict, or red can signify the anger Schlatt had for his own cabinet.

Schlatt was also gifted a sword by Dream called “Shclatt”. The sword only holds heavy significance because of how Fundy treasured it like an heirloom.

Wilbur (8/10)

Another good possibility too as Ghostbur was recently seen to admire red a lot more than blue in one of Tommy’s streams. We can also view the creation of L’Manberg as a place that broke the peace in the Dream SMP as they didn’t really NEED to create L’Manberg and declare war, yet, he did. Red can also resemble his anger for what has been done to L’Manberg- everything is pretty self-explanatory, honestly.

My only qualm with Wilbur being one of the horsemen is how we can’t really… tell if he’s in the Dream SMP? He seems to be very clear on the fact that he does NOT want to return, so he might not even be there when the four horsemen became a thing.

Any of the Eggpire (7/10)

Honestly? Same reasoning as the first explanation for the Eggpire. This also applies for why they might not be one of the horsemen.

Do I even need to explain the red part, or do we just all understand that red is literally their brand.

The Eggpire practically breaks peace in the server and is keen on taking control of the entirety of the Dream SMP. The Egg is shown to be ruthless towards anyone, and will even let some of its followers kill people if needed. 

I see Bad as someone who might qualify for this position more because he initiates a lot of the activity in the Eggpire. Same goes for Ant, Punz, and Ponk, but they don’t really take initiative most of the time.

Jack Manifold (4/10)

The only reason I kind of added him here was that he wanted to kill Tommy, but Jack isn’t entirely selfish or peace-breaking. I do think he might play a role in Las Nevadas, especially since if Quackity has access to the nukes, only Jack and Ranboo might be the only two who helped him gain access.

Jack is also… very angry at Tommy. Rightfully so, because he basically surrounded a good portion of his life trying to kill Tommy only for him to realize that that might not be his purpose in life. He blames Tommy for a lot of the loss in the server, so he has a lot of anger, but he has no one to vent it all out to.

Other possibilities with short explanations and low but possible odds:

Eret: Did the first betrayal, but that’s about it. He’s also participated in several wars against others who disagreed with him being the king.

Ranboo: Participated in wars, but is a peacemaker so, y’know.

Fundy: While he does possess Schlatt’s sword, he isn’t much of an initiator of wars as much as he is merely a follower. He has shown that he is quite angry at those who have used him, but the anger has dissipated lately into some sort of sadness/denial.

Connor: He’s mournful that Schlatt, a close friend, has died, but he isn’t really one to be angry. He tried living far away to make his own independent nation, but it didn’t impact much of the story. He also one possessed “Ghostbur’s Stabbing Knife”, which could represent the sword.

FAMINE 

Famine is seen to be holding a scale (presumably for food) as they ride atop a horse. Famine is also denoted to be the only one speaking, saying “A quart of wheat for a denarius! And three quarts of barley for a denarius! But don’t ruin the oil and the wine!”. This statement basically means that we have to pay a full day’s worth of earnings for a bit of wheat and barley but oil and the wine, something not considered human necessities, can have the same prices. This shows an unfairness when it comes to acquiring basic human necessities. This is especially damaging to the poor as Famine’s statement can possibly make the poor poorer, while the rich remain the same. It is implied that the wider the gap between the poor and the rich, the closer we are to the end of the world.

Fundy (9/10)

This may be a long answer because I am biased towards Fundy, but Niki once stated that Manberg was in some sort of a famine because of the destruction of farms. Because of this, certain citizens have resorted into eating spider eyes from the EXP farm, but it was notable that she was practically calling out Fundy, someone who literally advertised spider eyes to any person he talked to in the Dream SMP.

Fundy is also hinted to be heavily connected to these hooded figures somehow. In his dream, he was chased by one until he slept in a black bed, the color of Famine.

Additionally, in his dream, he held baked potatoes (food) which could be related…? He’s also a libra so… scales…?

He is also a notorious prankster in the Dream SMP and will bargain for anything as long as he profits from it. He’s not the richest by any means, but he loves doing pranks that involve stealing belongings from other people.

Schlatt (8/10)

Similar reason to Fundy as he was the president of Manberg responsible for these famines. Additional note for this is that he also taxed Niki, one of their only food sources in Manberg. 

Schlatt also likes to joke around about being rich, earning money, or being a businessman often, especially with the entire Schlatt coin joke. Connected to Famine’s trait of making the rich richer, possibly?

Famine’s statement can also apply here as it is implied that if humanity doesn’t possess the basic of necessities, they might at least have wine which won’t provide any solutions to humanity’s starvation at all, but it will distract you from your starvation by making you heavily drunk until you finally die. This is very reminiscent of how Schlatt died.

Sam (6/10)

Sam is one of the richest people on the server, matching Famine’s want to keep the rich rich. Only problem here is that Sam is at least very generous and provides a lot of people with resources when needed.

Sam could possibly be connected to Famine because of how he treats Dream in prison. In an attempt to torture Dream, he starves him, cutting his food supply.

Same problem remains with Sam not being able to join whatever the hell the four horsemen are because of his duties as warden.

Any of the Syndicate (1/10)

Only giving an exception here because the Syndicate is exceptionally rich and is more selfish about it than others. Low chances, but Ranboo… might? But it’s still a bit iffy for me. Niki might as well because of her connections to the Manbergian famine, but still on the fence with this one too.

DEATH

Death is often depicted riding a pale horse, but some variations have called the horse light green. Death does not don a weapon themselves, but they are always accompanied by Hades. Hades in Christianity is the place or state of the departed spirits, meaning Death has contact with those who have died. Sometimes, Death is depicted with a scythe similar to the Grim Reaper, but some say Death has no weapon at all as Death themself is the weapon. Death is not only meant to collect souls and end lives, but they can also represent the end of an era of humanity.

Quackity (10/10)

I would say Quackity can fit any other category, but I am so sure that Quackity is death because of how death and toying with death seems to be one of Quackity’s main themes in the Dream SMP. Quackity, once hesitant about killing others, has been shown to now impulsively want to kill others: first with Techno, then Ranboo, then Dream. 

Quackity will also most likely acquire information about revival on the Dream SMP, so he is in close proximity with Hades, or in the Dream SMP, the Void. This also heavily ties in with the idea that he will make others gamble away their canon lives only for him to resurrect or return their canon lives if they ever successfully gamble it back. 

Quackity is also known to be very powerless in terms of PVP and battle, but you know what he succeeds in? His own words. He is his own weapon that can get him whatever he wants as long as the person he’s up against is in a vulnerable position. 

He is also confirmed to be one to have a skeleton horse, and some depictions of Death’s horse show that it is very corpse-like.

A bloody scythe can also be seen in Quackity’s first lore teaser, and that can be attributed to Death.

Other possibilities with short explanations and low but possible odds:

Schlatt: First owned the revival book but he literally does not know its contents. Fits the “they are their own weapon” trait.

Dream: The only exception I can give. But again, he is literally in prison…?

Wilbur & Mexican Dream: Only putting these two here because they have experienced death. These two fit the “they are their own weapon” category too.

Connor: Wants to revive Schlatt, but that’s it.

CONCLUSION

Honestly, my first conclusion for the four horsemen were Sam/Conquest, Schlatt/War, Fundy/Famine, and Quackity/Death, but I only see Quackity as Death to be something that is HIGHLY possible. For Conquest, I shift between Sam and one of the Eggpire, for War, I shift between Wilbur and Schlatt, and for Famine, I shift between Fundy and Schlatt. Again, no definitive answer, but I’d love to hear your own thoughts on this.

I am very tired, but also remember to reblog if you do enjoy this! Again, would love to hear your own insights, and would appreciate any type of discussion! :D

[amber-angel]

Do an analysis on your fave muppet man

Rori I need you to know that I saw this and shot straight up, sucking in a huge breath with the BIGGEST adrenaline spike I've had in days. I could literally talk about Jaskier for HOURS, and have to constantly reel myself in so I hope you know what you've unleashed.

Overall opinion: is it bad if my most prevalent opinion on him is just that he's a massive slut? Because that's the first thing that comes to mind whenever I look at him. I think he's severely underutilized, but I also understand why, like, from a management perspective, they don't want their most charismatic character taking up all the screen time. I mean, I'm only watching the show for him at this point anyway, can you imagine how much worse it would be if he was a main? Also I'm just like... fucking in love with the concept of him at this point? I mean his name is Dandelion. His nickname is Buttercup. He's a bard. People call him lark in fics. I was fucking gone as soon as I heard the bread line, but it only got worse from there

One virtue: okay, I like to insult my floppy little muppet boy (with fondness) but I really do think he's an interesting character. Reading about how they changed him from the book to the screen to fit a retelling for a more modern audience, I think it was clever that Lauren (writer) decided to pull away from Dandelion as a womanizer and instead write him like a loving puppy of a man. He's layered. He's sweet and kind, but also will stab a bastard. He's empathetic and willing to sympathize, but at the same time totally down for wishing a slow death upon his enemies. And I know that his overprotectiveness of Geralt is mostly romanticized fanon, but you cannot tell me that he wouldn't jump over a counter to punch anyone who insults his best friend.

One flaw: most of the problems that I have with Jaskier, much like the problems I have with the other characters, are not actually about the character themselves, but with the way their arcs were written, or the way character development just didn't happen. Jaskier is so neglected by the writers that a lot of his growth happens off screen. It has to, or he would just be totally stagnant. And so somewhere between his last scene in the first season and his first appearance in the second, he's turned into this serious rebel spy person, but the writers are still trying to portray him as "goofy old Jaskier! haha, he's funny!" but they're doing this while he's trying to help people escape from certain death, or after he's just been rescued from fucking torture, and it ends up giving you a bit of whiplash and wondering is there any consistency here?

Favorite moment: can't be from his arc because (AHEM) what arc?? But. I am so in love with the conversation he had with Yennefer, where they actually let him be serious and connect with her in a way that s1 Jaskier would never have done. I love love love when they let him show his compassionate side, because it's there! He cares about people so much!! And let's be honest, Anya and Joey worked so well together, I know, I know that they're never going to make Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier canon, but if they didddd it would work so wellllll

Least favorite: GOD everything about him reuniting with Geralt/being in Kaer Morhen. Big boy just walks in there with his sad eyes and nipple armor and with absolutely no meaningful apology Jaskier just forgives him?? Honey! There are hundreds of people out there who would treat you better. Yennefer being one! Anyway, then, even though Geralt claims he "needs" him, Jaskier doesn't actually end up doing anything? He's just kind of there, I think because the writers knew that they needed to put him in that season or they would lose half their fan base. He's only ever acknowledged when he's being made fun of or pushed away, and I'm tired of it.

One relationship: well, we only really see him interact in any meaningful way with Geralt or Yennefer, but I prefer Yennefer. Like, they basically have nothing in common, but they still mesh so well, and even though I know their friendship won't be explored any more (because it reads as so genuine that Geralt/Yennefer feels like stone in comparison) it would be so cool to see them move past their initial dislike and become actual friends, maybe help each other heal from the MULTIPLE traumas

Relationship to explore: I want to see how Jaskier interacts with Ciri. I want to see it so bad. She's a child and he's a bard, can we not get him singing her a fun little song and letting her have some fun for once? Let him sing her a Cintran ballad and help her process and maybe mourn the things she's lost!! He is JUST as important as your other leads, so let him be a part of the family damn it! And let him be a father figure (or at the very least a weird uncle) to Ciri

What I would have liked to see: I think I've already said it, whoops, but really I would settle for seeing more of him. Jaskier is so good, but the show barely seems to care about him, like they don't realize that they've stumbled onto the best thing they're ever gonna have! Let my pathetic whore of a man have more screen time! Let him into the family! And maybe next time you think about using him for sex appeal don't force poor Joey Batey to do that fucking shit that male actors do to enhance their abs, that fucking dehydration shit? And don't make him shave, wtf, don't add on to our bullshit beauty standards.

[contemplativepancakes]

the thorny heart of a wolf

3.5k of it being increasingly obvious that Jaskier has written a romance novel about Geralt while Geralt is increasingly oblivious. read this and my other witcher fics on ao3 here!

Geralt stirs the smoldering logs, brooding as the poker makes ash and ember drift up. His nose twitches at the smokiness of it, but it reminds him of comforting nights spent near the fire with good food and better company. Geralt rarely makes a fire when he’s by himself, but Jaskier insists on complaining about his cold feet all night if Geralt doesn’t keep their campsite warm enough. 

Eskel clears his throat obnoxiously, making Geralt look up at him. It’s a rare night in the keep where Vesemir couldn’t think of any additional chores or maintenance that needed done, so they had scurried away before something came to him. 

Geralt peers at the book in Eskel’s hand, not recognizing it from the library. It’s a garish purple that’s frankly an affront to Geralt’s eyes. “What are you reading?” 

Eskel snaps it shut. “Nothing.”

Geralt quirks an eyebrow. “I’m sure you won’t mind me taking a look at it, then.”

“Geralt, really, I’m just trying to protect you from yourself.”

Geralt holds his hand out, and Eskel reluctantly hands it over. Lambert snickers from his corner, and Geralt levels him with a glare. Even Aiden looks amused, and Geralt’s mood sours at the laugh at his apparent expense. He looks at the cover in surprise. Luminescent yellow eyes peer back at him from a shirtless man with an impressive abdomen. Geralt thumbs through the book, and the word witcher catches his eye. “This is about...us?”

He looks back down at it, eyebrows lifting in surprise as graphic descriptions leap off the page at him. “Is this a romance?” he asks incredulously. 

“‘And he prodded the smaller man’s backdoor with his throbbing meat stick, plunging in with a wet squelch,’” Lambert quotes. “Yeah, I think it’s a romance.”

Geralt makes a face and throws the book at Lambert. Aiden catches it right before it hits Lambert square in the nose, and Geralt shakes his head. “Should have let it hit the ass. It’s the least he deserves.”

“Hey, I haven’t even told you the best part yet,” Lambert says. “We’re pretty sure it’s about you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Geralt scoffs, glancing at Eskel with narrowed eyes. 

Eskel’s look does not exactly inspire confidence. “You and the main character do have a suspicious amount of shared scars.”

“Coincidence.”

Eskel bites his lip, but he doesn’t say anything else. He’ll let Geralt live in blissful ignorance for now. 

Lambert pages through the book, his head laying back on Aiden’s lap. “Did you get a new scar on your ass since last winter?”

The meat of Geralt’s ass where a griffin tore into him twinges. “Fuck off.”

-

Geralt is two hours out on his journey away from Kaer Mohren when he feels a hard edge digging into him from his pack. He adjusts it, trying to stop whatever it is from poking him, but it’s bulky and it won’t settle right. Geralt digs a hand into his pack, fishing around until he finds it. It’s a—book? Geralt pulls it out and squints at the cover, recognizing it as what Eskel had been reading. No doubt one of his brothers had thought this would be a funny joke. Geralt considers tossing it alongside the road, but as he looks thoughtfully at the cover with two shirtless men clutching at each other, his curiosity wins out. The Thorny Heart of a Wolf, the cover says.

He tucks it back into his satchel.

Later, after the sun has set, and he’s gone as far as he can for the day—certainly not travelling in the vague direction of Oxenfurt to see whose path his own might end up crossing—Geralt pulls out the book. He flips through pages at the beginning, reading that the witcher’s love interest is a viscount. Geralt huffs a laugh under his breath that someone resembling anything close to nobility would willingly follow around a witcher. 

Geralt thumbs through it until he reaches the middle, a faint blush rising to his cheeks as his eyes flicker across the page. 

The witcher moaned at the sight of his lover stroking himself as he leaned against the tree. Eric’s eyes were black, and the color spread to the veins standing out in stark contrast to his pale face. Julian palmed himself through his trousers as Eric moved closer, his breath hot on Julian’s bared neck, his head tossed back in pleasure. 

Eric paused with his hands just shy of Julian’s chest. Julian took the step forward and wrapped his arms around Eric gently. Julian knew just how overstimulated Eric got when his blood was black with toxicity. Eric buried his face in Julian’s neck, scenting him with a deep sniff. Julian wrapped his fingers into Eric’s long gray hair, tugging at the strands a bit and making Eric moan. 

Eric nipped his way up Julian’s neck, sucking a bruise onto the soft flesh and staking his claim. Julian felt his member twitch at the thought that people would notice it tomorrow, that they would look between him and his handsome witcher and connect the dots. 

Geralt presses the heel of his hand over his crotch and resolutely does not grind down. He casts a furtive glance around him, and seeing nothing creeping from the tree line to rip out his intestines while he’s distracted, he turns his attention back to the book. 

Julian caught Eric’s lips in a messy kiss, bringing his fingers up to trace the black veins spider webbing out from his eyes. Eric ducked his head, but Julian brought his hand under Eric’s chin, tilting it back up and gentling their kiss. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and the sentiment echoed into the night and made Eric’s heart twist. 

Geralt sets the book down on his lap and stares up at the leaves swaying in the breeze. He sticks his thumb in the book, marking his spot as he flips it over and looks for the author. They can’t have any firsthand experience with witchers if this is the sort of thing they’re writing. He runs his fingers over the embossed letters on the spine. Dandelion Pankratz, it proclaims in shiny gold. Geralt hums to himself in curiosity as he flips back to his page and skips forward a bit, eager to get to the good parts and stop having an existential crisis. 

Julian reached behind himself, his fingers slick with a neutral smelling oil. Eric sniffed the air, his senses still extra heightened from his elixirs and shuddered as he drank in the scent of Julian’s and his own arousal mingling. Eric moved forward, catching Julian’s hand and replacing the fingers with his own. 

Julian stifled a cry as Eric found his prostate, leaning forward and muffling his gasps into Eric’s shoulder. Julian brought a hand up to wrap around Eric’s cock, engorged and black veined from the elixirs. Julian shuddered at the thought of that monstrous thing inside him, his stomach tingling in anticipation. 

The first time he and Eric had done this, Eric had squinted at him doubtfully. “Are you sure it’s going to fit?”

Julian had laughed and showed him exactly how well it filled in all his gaps. 

Eric finished stretching him out, and Julian positioned Eric until he was right where he wanted him. Julian sunk down slowly on Eric’s cock, moaning as the prominent veins rubbed against his walls. Eric reached around him to grasp his cock, and he stroked it in time to Julian’s rhythm. 

Geralt swallows hard, palming at his cock before pulling it out of his pants. He trails his fingers over the head as he holds the book awkwardly in one hand, continuing to read as he gets himself off. 

“Oh, fuck, Eric, you feel so good, darling.”

Eric was never one for eloquent declarations at the best of times, and in the middle of sex was typically the worst of times. Eric grunted, but Julian understood the sentiment. 

“I love you, too,” he gasped as he came. 

Geralt drops the book with a thud and pulls his hand away from himself. This author must never have met a real life witcher before, if they think that witchers are capable of being loved, that they deserve to be cherished. Geralt stares at his erection, willing it to go down. It doesn’t, and he vehemently does his pants back up anyway, hissing as the fabric presses rough against the sensitive flesh. 

Geralt shoves the book to the bottom of his pack like it’s burned him, and as he tries to fall asleep that night, he tosses and turns. 

-

Eskel raps on the door three times before he stands back and waits. He waits for ten seconds, twenty, until a woman opens the door just a smidge and stares out at him from the crack. “Can I help you?” 

Eskel is caught off guard at her suspicious squint, so he splutters for a second before regathering his wits. He pulls a book out of his pack, and her eyes widen at the sight. “Where did you get that?” she hisses, beckoning him inside urgently. “The author made it very clear it wasn’t supposed to be seen by any witchers.”

Eskel’s surprised by this. It’s not like people go to great lengths to hide what they think of witchers, and at least this author doesn’t paint them through a lens of disdain. “How exactly were you going to accomplish that?” Eskel asks, in genuine curiosity. Witchers travel all over the continent, and seeking new knowledge isn’t exactly out of the ordinary for them.

The woman tilts her head, considering. “I suppose it was more of a meaningless platitude than anything.”

“Excellent. That means you can tell me who this writer is.”

The woman shakes her head rapidly. “No, no, definitely not.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I don’t know, what if you decide to take revenge on them for what they’ve written?”

Eskel frowns. “Have you read this?” he asks.

The woman blushes and nods. 

“So why would I want revenge? Is there some offense hidden between the lines?”

“Well, no,” the woman hedges. “You’re an unpredictable sort, though. There’s no telling what you might do.”

Eskel huffs and rolls his eyes. For being so unpredictable, this woman is sure comfortable insinuating things about him and not giving him what he wants. 

“Just tell me who it is, and then I can be on my way.”

“I can’t say,” she says, tilting her chin up. 

Eskel sighs. He can tell a lost cause when he sees one. “You know, this isn’t the first romance about witchers I’ve seen,” he says, trying a different tack. 

“Maybe so, but the rest are all knock offs,” she informs him smugly. “They don’t even have experience with real witchers. This one’s the best there is out there. There’s even going to be a sequel.”

Eskel hums thoughtfully. “I imagine there’s been an uptick in interest after that accursed song.”

“That’s right!” the woman says, before clamming up and refusing to say anything else. 

The wheels turn in Eskel’s head. 

-

Geralt looks through the smoke wafting up from the campfire over to Jaskier, who’s furiously scribbling something in his notebook. They’ve just been on the road for the past four days, so Geralt’s not sure what he could be writing about with such fervor. It’s not like there’s been much inspiration. 

Jaskier’s quill continues to fly across the page, so Geralt pulls out his own book. It’s too dark for Jaskier to be able to see the cover, he reasons. He props his legs up on a log and opens it up to where he left off. 

“Julian, wait!” Eric cried. “Come with me.”

Julian looked up in surprise. “Really?”

“It… it gets lonely, being without you all winter long.”

Julian wound his arms around Eric. “You’re not the only one.”

Eric looked inordinately pleased at the statement, and he slotted their mouths together delicately. 

Julian kissed him for a moment before pulling back. “I’m not going to break, you know.”

“I know,” Eric murmured, but he kept the same slow pace. 

There’s a sudden flurry of movement that draws Geralt’s attention away from the page. “Geralt! What in the world are you reading?”

“A bestiary?” Geralt tries. 

Jaskier is practically in his lap before Geralt can think about it too much, swiping the book right out of Geralt’s hands. “Where did you get this?” Jaskier asks. 

“Eskel gave it to me.”

Jaskier rolls his eyes. “And where did Eskel get it?”

“I think Lambert.”

“Did every single witcher read this?” Jaskier shrills. 

Geralt shrugs. “I don’t think Vesemir did?”

Jaskier presses the book to his chest. “Are you liking it?” he asks, eyeing Geralt closely. 

“It’s not bad,” Geralt says gruffly. “But it’s not very realistic.”

“I hate to break this to you, but realism in sex scenes are not exactly a romance writer’s chief concern.”

Geralt rolls his eyes. “Not that. I just—no human could think about a witcher like that.”

Jaskier looks like he has something he wants to say, but he bites his tongue, settling on giving Geralt a disbelieving look out of the corner of his eye. 

Geralt turns his attention back to feeding the fire. “So, what did you do all winter?”

Jaskier huffs. “Believe it or not, I do have a life when you’re not around, you know.”

Geralt knows. Gods, does he know. There’s a whole life that Jaskier has that Geralt isn’t a part of, not at all. He wonders how many of Jaskier’s friends approve of them travelling together. Most likely none of them, if Geralt is being honest with himself. And why would they? Geralt wouldn’t be happy if he found out Eskel had decided to travel with some dangerous monster. 

“I know.”

Jaskier hums thoughtfully. “Well, I had this whirlwind affair. It kept me quite busy all winter, I’m afraid. Not very much time for much else. I’ll spare you the details.”

Geralt grunts. 

-

Eskel leans back in his chair and looks at Yennefer suspiciously. “So it’s not you?”

Yennefer slants an amused smile his way. “Definitely not. I am rather enjoying it, though,” she says, drawing Eskel’s attention to her table, where she’s tapping her fingers on a copy of the book. “Who knew witchers could be so in touch with their emotions?”

Eskel snorts. “Can I see it?” Lambert had taken his copy, telling Eskel he had snuck his own into Geralt’s things. Eskel had laughed at the thought enough that he had handed his over. 

Yennefer hands it over and Eskel thumbs through the pages, humming softly. He had skimmed through it before, but this time he’s looking for anything that might give him hints of the author. 

Eskel lands on the main character’s name. Eric. The name niggles at the back of Eskel’s mind, and he racks his brains to remember the significance. It hits him then, and the image of a young Geralt sitting on the bed across from him and grinning comes to mind. Geralt had barely been able to get the words out because he had been so full of self satisfaction. “Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde,” he had finally said, adopting a solemn tone before dissolving into laughter again.  

Geralt had been poking fun of the ridiculously long names of the nobles, wanting to adopt one for himself. Vesemir had given him a sharp no, so the idea was shelved, and just Geralt took its place. 

Eskel is more convinced than ever that whoever wrote this knows Geralt well, and at this point, it’s so obvious that the story is about Geralt, it’s laughable. 

Eskel thinks he has a pretty clear idea of who it must be.

-

Geralt knows who wrote the book. The thought has been bothering him for weeks, and even though a few nights ago, Jaskier had tripped while he was carrying the book and dropped it straight into the fire, Geralt hasn’t stopped thinking about it. 

He’s decided that the book is mostly accurate to witchers, so the author must have some experience with them—but only a little. There’s no way anyone would write about witchers the way that author does if they truly knew them, knew someone like Geralt. The book talks as if Eric is deserving of love, and while that’s a nice sentiment, witchers are just meant to kill monsters. They walk the Path alone. 

On top of that, it’s someone who’s seen the wicked looking scar on his ass, and that narrows down the list quite considerably. The griffin had torn into him last spring, and Geralt doesn’t typically seek out people to sleep with while Jaskier is with him. 

In fact, the last time he had been with someone was on his way out of Oxenfurt when he had dropped Jaskier off last winter, when he had run into a rather charming bard who he certainly had not slept with solely because he reminded him of someone else. 

The writer has to be Valdo Marx. 

Geralt turns to Jaskier, who is predictably scribbling in his notebook. Geralt supposes he must be composing another song; he’s had to have come up with at least in a dozen this year so far with as much writing as he does. 

Geralt nudges Jaskier’s foot with his, and Jaskier looks up after a few more seconds of rushed writing. “What?”

“I know who wrote that book.”

Jaskier’s face twists into something Geralt can’t place. 

“What book?”

Geralt huffs in exasperation; it’s as if Jaskier is being obstinate on purpose. “You don’t remember the book you pitched into the fire? I still had one more chapter to go,” he complains. 

Jaskier scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, that book? Who?”

“Valdo Marx, have you heard of him? He’s another bard, not that I expect all of you to be acquainted with each other, of course,” Geralt rambles until Jaskier cuts him off. 

“You—you think—Valdo Marx wrote that?”

There’s a sour distressed smell wafting off of Jaskier, and Geralt frowns. “Do you know him?”

“Know him?” Jaskier laughs. “Yes. And I can't believe you think he wrote that."

“Well, I do.”

Jaskier rubs a hand over his face. “And what do you plan on doing with this new found knowledge?”

“I have to...talk to him, I think.”

“Oh?”

Yes, Geralt has to talk to him, has to know if what he wrote is what he truly thinks of witchers. Geralt’s not used to people assuming he’s anything but a monster. 

He wants to get used to it. 

-

It’s not a long journey to Oxenfurt from where they are, but it’s compounded by the three contracts Geralt picks up along the way. Jaskier is generally huffy at Geralt, and Geralt’s asked him what’s wrong on three separate occasions, but Jaskier just says, “Nothing,” with a dramatic sigh and walks away mumbling to himself. 

Geralt has no idea what his problem is. 

Jaskier gets more and more worked up the closer they get, a fruit senescence smell drifting off of him that has Geralt wrinkling his nose at the sickly sweetness of it all. Geralt even makes sure they make it to an inn to sleep one night so Jaskier can perform and hopefully improve his mood, but he just sulks in their room all night. 

Jaskier usually has no problem curling up next to Geralt and trying to leech all the warmth out of him that he can, putting his ice cold feet on Geralt’s under the blanket, but that night, there’s an ocean dividing them, and Geralt doesn’t know how to get across. 

It’s a long night, one in which Geralt manages to get very little sleep because of Jaskier’s tossing and turning next to him. Geralt doesn’t even have the heart to growl at him to stay still because it’s obvious he’s upset about something or other. 

“Is this about your romance this winter?” Geralt finally asks. 

Jaskier doesn’t answer for a long while. 

“You could say that.”

-

Eventually, Geralt finds himself in front of Valdo’s house. It looks vaguely familiar, as it should, when the last and only time Geralt had been here was almost a year ago. 

Geralt raises his hand and knocks, and then Jaskier’s warm hand is on his wrist. 

“Geralt, wait.”

Geralt turns to him with raised eyebrows. “What?”

“Geralt, it’s me.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s me! I wrote the books!”

Geralt’s head spins. The answer has not been sitting in front of his face this entire time. He’s not that oblivious. Hell, his whole damn job depends on him not being oblivious. “My ass,” he says weakly. 

Jaskier takes a step back. “What?”

“The scar. How would you know?”

Jaskier throws his hands up in exasperation. “You’re not exactly modest, Geralt. Excuse me if I couldn’t exactly keep my eyes to myself. You know, you were rather vague about why you thought the writer was Valdo fucking Marx of all people. Want to expound? On how he’s seen your ass?”

Geralt grins weakly. “I don’t think we need to get into that.”

Jaskier grumbles to himself. He looks Geralt in the eye before seeming to make a decision, and before Geralt knows what’s happening, he’s being tugged into a very heated kiss. 

The door swings open, and Jaskier pulls back just long enough to sneer in its direction. 

He slams the door shut. “Fuck off, Valdo.”

[rosemariiie]

A3! Flower Meanings: Harugumi

Incase you haven’t been able to tell by my blog, I am really passionate about flowers! (+ flower language)

In A3! every character has a flower associated with them. As you might have heard Tsumugi talk about from time to time, almost all flowers have some sort of meaning to them. What Tsumugi is talking about is something called Hanakotoba (花言葉), which is Japan’s language for flowers!

Japanese flower language can differ from time to time from Western flower language, so incase you were ever wondering what your favorite A3! character’s flower means I am here to tell you! (This will be split up into 4 parts, one for each troupe, or else this would have been one REAALLLYYY long post 😅)

Warning: Long Post Ahead

Quick Disclaimer: before I get into things, I just want to warn you all that the flower meanings in relation to the characters can be pretty random at times? Sometimes the flowers have a deep meaningful connection to the character and their personality/backstory and you can tell they picked that flower for a reason. For others, I swear they just picked a flower at random...

1. Sakuya - Cherry Blossoms

Cherry blossoms have the same meaning in Western and Japanese flower language, which is “spiritual beauty”.

Aside from that, any additional meanings really vary in depending on what type of cherry blossom tree it is ranging from gracefulness, innocence, calmness, etc.

( Cherry Blossoms have a very deep meaning in Japanese culture, but to explain it all in this post would take up a lot of time and space. If you want to find out more there are lots of resources online!)

Fun fact: In Japan cherry blossoms are the birthday flower for April 9th, which is Tsuzuru’s birthday!

2. Masumi - Violets

Violets represent humility (humbleness), honesty, and “small happiness” (aka the little things in life which makes you happy during the day, like drinking a cup of your favorite tea, petting a puppy, seeing some flowers bloom, etc.)

Masumi is usually depicted with both white and purple violets in his cards. Purple violets have a specific meaning of chastity and love, and white violets specifically represent “Innocent Love”.

I feel like violets fit him pretty well??? Especially the white violets since he really loves the director and I feel like that could fall under the “innocent love” category? 🤷‍♀️

3. Tsuzuru - Dandelions

Dandelions have the same meaning in both Japanese and Western flower language, which is “oracle” and “oracle of love” (???????) though Japanese flower meanings throws in the extra meanings “sincere love” and “separation”. 

In flower language usually flowers can have extra meanings depending on what color it is, but for dandelions the meaning is the same no matter what color.

... Personally, I feel like Tsuzuru is in the group of mankai members who got a flower assigned to them based on aesthetic with the meaning having no correlation to the character...

4. Itaru - Gerbera

The general flower meaning for Gerbera is to be hopeful and “keep moving forward”! 

Overall it seems Itaru gets associated with pink gerbera’s the most which have a specific meaning of “subtle beauty”. Yellow/orange gerbera’s though, like the one in his pocket in this card, stand for “ultimate beauty” and “friendliness”.

I feel like the yellow gerbera’s could be somewhat related to his “work itaru” persona? Because that version of Itaru is social and friendly with his coworkers and he relies on his looks a lot? 😅

Fun Fact: In Japan, Gerbera’s are the birthday flower for August 1st which is Kazunari’s birthday!

5. Citron - Jasmine

Citron’s flower is another one that has pretty much the same meaning in Japanese and Western flower language, which is overall is “grace/gracefulness” and “friendliness”.

Citron specifically always has white Jasmine which is specifically associated with meaning someone who is warm (/warmhearted?) and gentle, and someone who is also very amorous(/kinda flirty?)

I feel like this flower suits him very much! Since he is a prince he has that graceful side to him, but overall is very friendly and nice to everyone and gets along very well with the ladies in the shopping district 😂

6. Chikage - Lily of the Valley

(Lily of the valley are one of my favorite flowers and the fact that this is Chikage’s flower makes thing 10x more great to me 😂💗)

In both Western and Japanese flower language Lily of the Valley means “Return of Happiness/ happiness will come again (to you)” along with purity, chastity, and humility (humbleness).

I feel like its pretty clear they gave Chikage this flower based on his story arch!

(Fun fact: His birthday flower is snapdragons, which in western flower language represents deception 😂)

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Next part will be the summer troupe!

Since this is the end of the post, I feel like I should explain quick that I’ve studied flowers and flower language (& Japanese flower language) quite a bit in Uni for projects, which is why I have a strong interest in this 🤷‍♀️

[collapsingintojupiter]

Lost In Time

Wrote an angsty lil Karl fic. Enjoy.

Characters: Karl, Sapnap, Quackity, and Foolish (briefly)

Relationships: it’s the fiances babey

---

Karl clutched a dandelion between his palms, curled up in the shade of the dragon statue as he looked out over Kinoko Kingdom. His eyes were half-closed, and even though it was hot outside he shivered. The land around him blurred and spun, in his hands was a wither rose; a tulip; a dandelion. 

He wanted to stand up and find Cletus - they were supposed to go fishing today with Charles and Ben, but he felt too dizzy to move. Maybe they’d find him? He hoped so, he didn’t think he could stand alone. Maybe if he called for them...

He looked down, but instead of a mushroom forest and green grass he saw a cheering crowd and hot sand. And - was that John? - he was climbing up towards him, surely he knew Porkius wouldn’t like that (he had a terrible temper). Karl sighed; what an idiot. 

“Karl!”

“John?” He tried to stand up and immediately collapsed, though before he could hit the ground strong arms caught him. He blinked as John hauled him upright. 

“Didn’t think you were so strong,” he mumbled. He looked at John and sighed. “‘m sorry for calling you Ugly.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Karl, it’s me, Sapnap.” 

“You have to fight Jackie next, ‘t says on the schedule. You have to go.” Karl tried to push him back towards the arena, before Porkius came after them both.

“Karl, I’m not fighting anyone.” He felt a hand on his forehead, and saw worried brown eyes staring into his. “You have a fever, what are you doing out here?”

“Mason?” He blinked, and the sun was the same but the sand was different. “Where’s all the others…” he remembered the gunshots and looked away. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

“Mason?” Karl looked back at him; smiled sadly. 

“You remind me of him.”

“Of who?”

“Sapnap. And Jack...Quackity. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to kill you, but I had to.” He slipped, and instead of righting him again Mason picked him up and started carrying him down from the dueling grounds. Was this another timeline? A dream? Had he somehow gone again to take part in the story differently?

“I’m sorry,” he murmured again. 

“Just hang on, Karl.” Mason’s voice was strained, and his eyes fluttered closed again. 

---

Sapnap sat at the foot of Karl’s bed, fidgeting with an old axe. He’d thought Karl was doing better, that his memories had steadied under Kinoko Kingdom’s warm sun, but now he couldn’t even seem to remember who he was. He kept mixing him up with these other people Sapnap had never heard of: someone named James, someone named Mason, and someone named John. 

And Quackity…

He wanted to see him, Karl said. Or...Cletus, or Drew, or Jack. 

So many names. 

Who did they belong to?

Karl woke up again after dark, and in a terrified voice he stumbled out of bed and grabbed Sapnap’s arm. 

“James, we have to hide!” he hissed. “The killer’s gonna get us next!” He yanked open the trapdoor at the foot of his bed and tried to pull Sapnap down to the basement; he picked him up again, bringing his weakly-struggling fiance back to his bed. 

“Karl, you need to rest,” he insisted. “Please, please just calm down.”

“We can’t rest! It...the Red, the Egg! We can’t trust Sir Billiam!” Karl grabbed Sapnap’s arms and he sighed as he shook him. “We have to find Drew before they kill him too!”

Drew. Quackity. Somehow...they were connected.

But Quackity was gone. He’d left for the desert and hadn’t come back.

He’d left them. 

Both of them. 

“Karl, we can’t get Drew,” Sapnap said. “He’s...he’s not here.”

“He’s dead?”

“No-no he’s not dead, he’s just gone. He...left.” Karl sank back into his bed, curling into a ball against the headboard. 

“...not right,” he whispered.

“What’s not right?” Sapnap asked. Karl didn’t answer him. He shivered again, even though there was a fire going in the fireplace for him. 

When Karl did finally fall asleep, it was fitful. He jumped awake in the middle of the night, the name Ranbob tearing from his throat in a panicked scream. Sapnap was by his side in an instant. 

“What happened?” he asked. “Are you okay?” Karl looked at him, tears streaming down his face.

“He stabbed me,” he said softly. “Right here.” He placed his thumb on his chest and sniffed. “I see him in Ranboo’s eyes, but...they are not the same.”

Sapnap didn’t know how to respond to any of that, so he didn’t.

“Sapnap? Are you...are you my Sapnap?” Karl suddenly asked after a long silence. Sapnap nodded and Karl leaned forward, hugging him tightly. 

“Thank God,” he whispered. 

Sapnap somehow fell asleep after that, arms wrapped around Karl.

---

Time rolled around him like waves, tossing him from one moment to the next in a dizzying array of blurred color and sound. Karl twisted and turned in his sleep, trying to stay afloat; his skin burned one moment and felt frozen the next. He felt like he was falling, like time was slipping and there was no one to catch him as he plummeted.

Someone was there with him, but he didn’t know who it was. He clutched the bedsheets in his hands and his heart pounded sharply in his chest, but he still felt like he was falling. Like the world around him could dissolve at any second; leave him floating in nothing. Was that fire? Was the house...or was that just a fireplace? Where was he?

When was he?

Please, not the Inbetween, not again… Karl leaned forward, grabbing his head in his hands. His shirt clung to his skin but he shook with chills; with fear.

“Don’t stray from the path,” he murmured, as the room spun. “Don’t stray from the path.”

Something was grabbing him; he struggled against it. 

“Please!” he cried. “I just want to go home!”

Whatever grabbed him said something, but the voice sounded like it was underwater. He couldn’t understand. 

“Don’t stray from the path,” he repeated, as strong arms once again picked him up. “Don’t stray from the path. Don’t stray from the path.” The garbled voice spoke to him again - he tried to listen, tried to hear what it was saying, but he couldn’t make out any words. He realized suddenly that he wasn’t inside anymore; he pulled his hands away from his face and saw another face; saw darkness behind it. 

“Don’t stray from the path,” he said. The other face said something and he leaned against the person’s chest, gripping their shirt in his hands. His shoulders shook. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Don’t stray from the path. I’m sorry.” I don’t want to lose my memories.

“Just hold on,” he heard the voice say, and tears slipped down his face as he realized he could make out the words. 

“Hold on,” he repeated. “Hold on.”

---

Sapnap struggled to remain upright as the grass beneath his feet gave way to sand, which sank beneath his weight as he carried Karl across it. His fiance continued mumbling in his arms, shaking and shivering and sometimes panicking so violently that he almost pulled both of them to the ground. 

His gut was doing flip flops as it was, and that wasn’t helped by the giant sign that soon appeared atop a dune some distance away. 

Las Nevadas. 

Sapnap hated to think he was coming here now, when he’d honestly rather be anywhere else, but he didn’t know where else to go. Dream was in prison, George was who-knew-where, and he was too scared to ask anybody else to help. 

So, here he was. Going to Quackity.

Who’d left them. Alone. 

But if he still cared about Karl...Quackity was one of the most powerful people around after Dream had been locked away. If there was anybody that could help Karl, it was him.

The question then, Sapnap supposed, was whether or not he would. 

They made it to the sign, but before Sapnap could go any further a golden figure appeared on the road ahead. 

Foolish. The god approached him with narrowed eyes, though they widened slightly when he recognized Sapnap and saw the other he held in his arms. 

“What are you doing out here?” he asked in an even tone. Sapnap glared at him; he didn’t care if Foolish was a god or not. 

“Where the fuck is Quackity?” he demanded. 

“He’s sleeping, I don’t think-”

“Get him, now.” For a second Foolish seemed to consider arguing with him, or perhaps even drawing his axe to fight, though after looking at Karl again he seemed to change his mind and disappeared back into the city. 

A short time later Quackity appeared, jogging down the street to where Sapnap still stood. He looked both worried and angry. 

“What the fuck happened?” he asked sharply.

“He’s got a fever,” Sapnap said. “I don’t know what’s wrong, he’s...he was fine this morning…”

Quackity came closer, making a face at Karl.

“He’s fine,” he grumbled in a low tone. “He needs fucking sleep, not to be dragged around the desert all night. Get out.”

“Quackity, for fuck’s sake,” Sapnap snapped. “Stop being so fucking selfish for two minutes and look at him! I can’t just not do anything!”

His (ex) fiance glared at him for a long moment. Then he reached out, putting his hand on Karl’s forehead. He frowned; Karl opened his eyes, reaching out and grabbing his arm. 

“Jack?” he whispered. Quackity’s eyes widened slightly, and he looked up at Sapnap again. 

“What the fuck is going on?” he asked. Karl muttered something about a duel and closed his eyes again.

“I don’t know,” Sapnap hissed through gritted teeth. “That’s why I brought him here!”

“What, does Kinoko Kingdom not offer healthcare?” Quackity asked bitterly.

“What the fuck is your problem?! You’d rather be a selfish prick than give a shit about him?!”

“I fucking built this place for you!” Quackity burst out, his voice suddenly rising to an almost-screech. Sapnap stepped back in surprise, but his eyes remained narrowed (Foolish had wisely chosen to make himself scarce). “All of this shit was for you! For both of you! What the fuck did you think it was for?!”

“For your own selfish gain, just like everything else is with you!” Sapnap felt the anger welling back up inside him, and he let it loose. “You’re the one who disappeared, you’re the one who left us alone to build fuck-all-knows-what out here, you’re the one who didn’t tell us what was happening, who didn’t come by, who abandoned us. We waited for you, we wanted you to come back, but you never did!”

“I wanted you to be safe!” Quackity shouted back. “Because you meant fucking everything to me! But no, you just went off and built your own fucking kingdom for yourselves! Without me! You cast me aside, when I did everything for you!”

“If you couldn’t be bothered enough to even talk to us, then it wasn’t for us,” Sapnap said lowly. “I’ve done everything to help Karl, but he’s only been getting worse - I thought it was better, I thought Kinoko Kingdom had helped with his memories, but it didn’t. He can’t even remember who I am now.”

Quackity was shaking. His chest heaved, his eyes shimmered with tears, and he held his trembling fists tightly at his sides. He looked like he was about to say something, but stopped as Karl let out a shout, shoving Sapnap away and collapsing into the sand while he struggled to regain his balance. His hands also shook. 

“It’s a trap!” he shouted, scrambling to his feet and falling again not far from where Quackity stood. “Please, Cletus - get away from the tree, you’ll die! Don’t listen to the others!” 

“Hey, whoah.” Quackity was by his side in an instant, kneeling bside Karl and putting a hand on his shoulder. Sapnap froze, though he didn’t try and stop him (He knew they had nowhere else to go). “Karl, hey, it’s alright.” Karl reached out, gripping his shoulders. His eyes were full of tears. 

“Don’t stray from the path,” he whispered. “It’ll take your memories, like it took mine.” He sniffed, swiping at his face with a sandy palm. “I just want to see Quackity and Sapnap again...Jack, I know it doesn’t make sense, but you’ve got to help me…”

“Don’t worry, Karl. I’ll help you.” Quackity’s voice was impossibly gentle as he helped Karl up. He used his wings to support them, turning back towards the city. “Foolish!”

The god returned in a flash of golden light, blinking down at Quackity with emerald eyes. “Whatcha need, big Q?”

“Can you take Karl to my quarters?” he asked. “Put him in my bed and get him some water. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Sure thing.” Foolish gently lifted the delirious boy from Quackity’s arms, and Sapnap watched the god leave before turning to go. He’d check up on Karl tomorrow, he decided.

“Sapnap.”

He stopped, glancing back at Las Nevadas. Quackity hadn’t followed Foolish; instead he remained by the sign, perfectly still except for the wind that ruffled his feathers. 

“Come on,” he said. His voice was strangely quiet. “Karl he...he needs both of us. You can stay here tonight.” Sapnap didn’t movel, keeping his gaze focused on the man he thought he’d known (and loved) once upon a time. After a moment, Quackity looked away. His tense shoulders loosened, and suddenly he seemed so very small in the shadows of his city lights.

“Please,” he whispered. “I-I’m sorry. Just please stay...for him. For both of us.”

The stars shone on a quiet desert; a quiet space that was so small and yet felt like an infinity between them. 

Sapnap let out a tired sigh. He looked at the distant green hills that held Kinoko Kingdom; an empty country made by two sad, empty people. He looked back, at Quackity. At Foolish behind him, cradling Karl in his arms. Another country, built by another empty man.

And perhaps, the walls wouldn’t come down tonight. Or ever.

But...

He started towards Quackity.

Maybe it was worth trying.

[itssuppertim3]

Second Chance (Miraak x Reader) Part 4:

The truth,

Before we knew it, a week had already flown by. Much like a mother educating her child, I taught Bjorn many things he might've forgotten about the world. I reminded him about the war, to which he was thoroughly shocked over, I demonstrated how to plant various plants and crops, and I even gave him a few spell tones to study.

The two of us sat in the shade for a while, chatting away. I remembered Elsbeth throwing several mischievous glances my way throughout the week. In my own confusion, I let it be and pretended to act aloof. "Did you know that you can even heal plants?" I flipped over to a certain page in the book and ran my finger across the wording.

I provided him a quick example by plucking a dandelion from the ground and snapping its stem in two. I focused a small percentage of healing magic over the damage and let the energy flow from my palm. With a swipe of my hand, the flower was replenished in seconds. "How interesting, though I fail to see how it can be beneficial," he confessed. "It usually helps with alchemy, but judging from how skilled you become, you could even fasten plant growth and create a barrier for defense!" He truly seemed to be intrigued by the lesson. "You're a good teacher, Y/n." My cheeks burned at his compliment and I scratched the back of my neck bashfully. "I'm really not that good. I just read a lot and work hard. Plus, there's still so much I need to learn," I clipped. "Hey, you two! I have some jobs for you to do," Elsbeth called from the porch. Bjorn rose to his feet and lended me a hand, which I gladly took.

Once we made it back to the cottage, we were both given a task. Bjorn was requested to cook dinner, and I was sent to feed the chickens. One would only think our roles would be the opposite. "I'm gonna visit Alvor for some supplies before it gets too late. Don't let me down!" We waved her goodbye as she slowly retreated down the hill. "Would you like for me to help you with the feed?" he asked. "No. I think I can manage," I laughed. "Just make sure not to set the kitchen on fire."

When he retreated into the house, I went to fetch the chicken feed. Roosters and hens combined, they swarmed around my feet, demanding their supper. "Alright, Alright! No need to get aggressive!" Their attention diverted in a flash as soon as I began to scatter their food around. While they were busy pecking away, I exited the pen and headed back towards the cottage. Before I could reach it however, I saw two figures approaching.

It seemed to be a woman and a man dressed in gawdy uniforms. "You there," the man snapped. I stood my ground and flashed a cautious smile. "Yes? Can I help you?" They both stopped just feet in front of me. Now that I could see them more clearly, they looked like something straight out of a nightmare! Their apparel was oddly fashioned, both torn and sloppily stitched. But what frightened me the most were the masks they wore over their faces. I gulped and tried to remain calm.

The woman retrieved a rolled up slip of paper from her pocket and held it to my face. My stomach flipped upon examining the illustration of a character with the very same mask that I still had in my bag. "Have you seen someone who looks like this?" he interrogated. I was somewhat able to maintain my stoic facade, though I could feel it cracking. "No. I haven't," I said, stiff as a log. "She lies, just as that deceiver did," the woman hissed. "I will ask again." I yelped when he grasped my shoulder. I sucked in a breath after feeling a dangerous heat emitting from his hand. "Where is our Master Miraak?" My eyes grew as wide as stones at his words.

"What...?"

My blood ran cold as he ignited a flame into his other hand. My shoulder started to burn painfully. "I don't know what you're talking about," I whimpered. Still, the man refused to release his hold on me. My heart drummed against my ribs and my throat ran dry. These people were going to kill me. I didn't even have enough time to watch my life play out in front of me.

Suddenly, I heard the door open from behind me and a heavy pair of footsteps marched over to us. The two culprits beamed in delight at his presence. "Master Miraak--!" A large hand swooped in and clutched the exterior of the man's face, while another shielded my eyes. I could hear my attacker kick and squirm under my savior's deadly grip. I flinched in terror as his entire body burst into flames. The heat completely overwhelmed me, licking my face as it did. And oh, the screaming. That agonizing screaming. My ears couldn't take anymore.

I knew the other one had been running by now. I cringed at the thought of being forced to endure the same awful shrieks of pain again. I tried to claw my way to safety, but I couldn't move. I was completely and utterly paralyzed under Bjorn’s touch.. "Fus, Ro Dah!" A deafening force reverberated through my very bones and melted through my skin. I couldn't even begin to comprehend it. Was that what a shout sounded like?

Although I was finally granted permission to see, I didn't dare open my eyes. I couldn't. But eventually, I did. All that remained was a pile of ashes, though there were no signs of a second one. Bjorn, or Miraak, had already left my side and was now facing away from me. I peered at him in a mixture of fear and disbelief, and something else. Sadness. I was sad. I was so terribly sad because I knew he was going to leave us; he was going to leave me. Now that his secret was out, there was no reason to stay. We were both aware that I was scared, but I wasn't scared of him. I was scared for his safety, I was scared of those people that were after him. But most importantly, I was scared for myself. I didn't want to say goodbye to someone who had brought so much light into my tiny world. And I was selfish for it.

On impulse, I ran forward and threw my arms around him. He stiffened sharply, but didn't utter a word. "Don't leave. Please don't leave." My voice was barely above a whisper, so I was certain that his ears didn't catch my plea. But he eventually tilted his head down at me in a sullen silence. My chest panged at the sight of his face. He didn't want to leave, but his words spoke the opposite. "There will be more. Your life has already been endangered once, and I can't let that happen again. Let me go, Y/n," he demanded. "I won't," I cried. I only held him tighter. "I know I'm selfish and naive and foolish, but I won't let you go!" One by one, tears slid down my cheeks and bled through the fabric of Miraak's shirt. I always loathed the way I sobbed. They were a loud and ugly mess, but that didn't stop me regardless of how embarrassing it was.

I soon found myself trembling on the ground with my hand now clutching the hem of his trousers. The tall ravenette slowly crouched to my level and reached out. However, he stopped himself and went to retract his arm away. Before he could, I grabbed his hand and held it against my damp cheek. He traced his thumb over my eyelid to rid of my tears, but frowned at his unsuccess. "What would your sister think? She'd have my head for making you cry like this," he said suddenly. "Yeah, she probably would. Don't tell me that's why you're so eager to run away," I jested. He was relieved to see me revert back to my cheerful self, but the corners of his lips flattened once again.

"You are hurt because of me. If I stay, then..."

His sentence escaped him when I shuffled closer to where we were only a breath apart. "Then take me with you." I then leaned in and softly connected our lips. I was fairly inexperienced with kissing, so I didn't know if I was doing it right. All I could do was scrunch my eyes shut and pray that he understood. My heart leapt when he returned the kiss. His lips were chapped and his scruff tickled my cheek. Everything felt so surreal. It was as if I was under some sort of hazy hypnosis. Miraak's hand cupped the back of my head while his other squeezed the small of my waist. I enclosed my arms around his neck in wild euphoria. We both seperated with great reluctance, exhaling heavily. I giggled as he began to peck every inch of skin of my face starting from my jaw to my temple. Knowing him, he probably hadn’t even held a woman in centuries.

I grimaced, instantly reminded of my current delima. Miraak threw his arms back as if he was the cause for my pain. "Come, let's go back," he recommended. I nearly released a squeal when he hoisted me into his fit arms. "What are you--what are you doing?" I stammered, face as red as the evening sky. I knew our body comparisons were different in both height and size, but this was the first time he made me feel so tiny. "I am carrying you," he stated a-matter-of-factly. "It's just my shoulder. I-I can still walk!"

“You’re still injured. It’d be shameful of me not to at least take you off your feet for a short while. Such a gentleman! Miraak's bicep curved against my back and my other shoulder bounced against his broad chest as he walked. I wasn't convinced that my face could get any redder! After acting so boldly a moment ago, I should've expected the embarrassment to catch up with me. I couldn't help but voice out a squeak after his fingers slid a bit further past the bend of my knee. "Are you alright?" It was an easy question to answer, but my mind was so scrambled I couldn't form a single syllable!

I buried my face into his shirt and shook my head. "Are you in any pain?" How could I be? I was far too distracted by my current situation, I couldn't focus on anything else! Again, I managed a silent 'no'. Miraak stood in contemplation before resuming towards the porch steps. He placed me down with great care before sitting down beside me. I avoided eye contact as he closely examined my face and held his forehead against my own. "You're warm. You must be running a fever," he concluded. I fidgeted under his touch. "Um, I don't think I have a fever," I timidly denied. Miraak's confusion roused. "Then why are you so red?" He was so close, it was like he was trying to see through my soul! "I just--," I stumbled. "I'm just a little embarrassed, is all..." He sat there a minute before also averting his gaze. "Oh. I see." The First Dragonborn cleared his throat. The two of us sat there quietly, a blushing mess.

Once Miraak was able to regain his composure, he slowly etched forward once more. He then directed his finger to my shoulder. "May I?" I nodded curtly and steered my sights to the floor. Miraak gingerly tugged at the neckline of my blouse and inspected the raw burn on my skin. I waited with interest to see how skilled he was with Restoration magic. He probably had hundreds of years’ worth of experience. A soothing warmth enveloped the entirety of my arm. It reminded me of the many hugs and kisses Pa gave me on the days before he left for yet another journey. The nostalgia brought a smile to my lips as I continued to reminisce back on my childhood.

Alas, with a snap of a finger that warmth had abandoned me. I peeked at my injury, which vanished without a trace. "If I would've known how good you are, I wouldn't have wasted time teaching you things you already know," I chuckled. The man hung a light smirk over his features before drawing me in for another kiss. "You've taught me many things, Y/n. And I am hoping for you to teach me many more." By now, the only thing I could hear was a high-pitched ringing with Elsbeth's voice echoing in the background. Wait, Elsbeth's voice? "Well, well~! I'm hardly gone for thirty minutes and you two are all over each other," she taunted, clearly amused by the display in front of her. Miraak and I both jolted away from one another and fiddled our fingers in ungodly embarrassment. “El...! When—when did you get back?” I stammered. “Oh, not long. But just in time to see the juicy bit! Tell me, how long have you been together?” Knowing that she had already seen him kiss me was humiliating enough, and she wouldn’t be my sister if she didn’t make it worse by talking about it!

That night, I told her everything, well, almost everything. Miraak and I decided that it would only complicate matters further by revealing the truth to her. Even now, she was terrified of the stories. I couldn’t even begin to imagine her reaction after realizing that it was him the entire time. I neglected to mention the assaulters, as well as the ash pile on the ground outside. As odd as it was, Elsbeth was completely unbothered by our newly founded relationship. “Y/n, you’re my little sister. Sure, I’m mad. I’m mad that a man succeeded in stealing your heart, but I’m not Pa. If you two are in love, who am I to stop you? I want you to live a full life, as well as a happy one,” she had said. In a matter of seconds, I took her into my arms and thanked her profusely. In addition, she even consented in allowing me to travel with him.

Although Miraak was paranoid, we stayed at the ranch for another week before packing our gear. I searched around my room, collecting an assortment of knickknacks and storing them into my bag. As I opened my satchel, a certain mask greeted me. I held it gingerly in my hands. The eye slits peered up at me in such an eerie way, yet I felt no fear. If anything, staring down at the pitiful thing made me feel almost melancholy. That damaged wood carving was once a shell of such a wonderful person. I brought the mask to my chest and held it there a moment with a somber smile. “Is something the matter?” I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, causing me to turn around. “No, I’m good. You’ll probably be needing this back, huh? I’m sorry I kept it so long,” I chuckled. Miraak examined the worn face piece with uncertainty. He ran his thumbs along every edge and crease and even tipped it upside down. “How do you feel?” I asked him. His green orbs met mine in a look of puzzlement. “I feel... nothing,” he stated simply. “Seeing this mask after so long, I imagined I would be more impacted. But instead it just feels silly to be haunted by it for so long. It all feels like a tucked-away nightmare.” My lips stretched into a grin as I leaned forth and wrapped my arms snuggly around him. "And that’s exactly what it is. It’s all a tucked-away nightmare.” Miraak hummed, smiling at me with adoration. He then bent down to my level and gave me a soft Eskimo kiss.

When we left home that day, we bid our farewells to Elsbeth and I made sure to do the same with all of the cows, goats, chickens, and pigs as we went. Once we reached the gate, I looked back at the ranch one last time. I thought about all of the many times I walked past this gate thinking about how extraordinarily dull my life was. Everyday, I fantasized about romance and adventure. I didn’t think someone with my position would be blessed with such an opportunity, but here I was, madly in love and on my way to start an adventurous life of my own. “Did you leave something behind?” I faced him and shook my head. “No. Let’s go!”

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Yayy, finally finished the 4th part (this took me freaking forever)

[murdereraisuha]

Classpecting TWST: Savanaclaw

Time to classpect the dorm that deserved better writing-wise. I’m gonna start tagging these “twst analysis” now too cause I am basically using the classpect stuff as a vehicle for getting a better understanding of the characters

Spoilers for chapter 2 and some of the trio’s personal stories. No knowledge of Homestuck required to read.

[Image description: A banner containing a picture of Leona, the symbol for the hope aspect, and the words “Leona Kingscholar: Prince of Hope”]

Before we get to the reasoning, I just want to say, Leona I am so sorry you have to share a classpect with Eridan. Okay now I’ll hand the mic to past me.

Throughout his personal stories, we see that Leona is fine with resorting to underhanded tactics, but he specifically values cleverness and creative use of resources. Leona looks down on those who don’t exhibit those things (ex. the Savanaclaw students in Leona’s dorm uniform story who tried to beat up Jack using sheer numbers).

Leona tends to only expend effort on things that benefit him in some way.

Leona is a powerful and intelligent magic user; he could have easily graduated already if he wanted to, but it seems he doesn’t want to.

Despite Leona’s strengths, those around him criticized him and constantly compared him to his brother due to Leona being the 2nd born prince. No matter what he did, he could not sway those opinions. He could never become number 1.

Because of this, he developed the belief that life isn’t fair and he gives up on things rather easily.

Based on this, I have 3 aspects in mind: rage, hope, and doom.

Rage and hope go hand in hand as opposites: rage is negative emotions, rejection, and doubt, while hope is positive emotions, acceptance, and ideals. For Leona, his story seems to be about him having given up on his hope and dreams of ever succeeding. In its place he has become quick to deem efforts worthless. He acts antagonistic to people like Vil and Malleus, and he seems to disapprove of some of Jack’s honorable ideals. All of these things connect to the parts of rage/hope.

Doom is also a possibility, as it represents negativity, decay, and limits. It is the opposite to life, the aspect that I picked for Kalim. Therefore, I think doom is plausible since Leona shows the opposite side to the luxuries enjoyed by Kalim and Farena as first borns.

Now for classes. I don’t think Leona does much stealing, he doesn’t suffer from indecision, he doesn’t put up any masks, and he’s not a very healing focused person. I think that narrows it down to witch, heir, mage, prince, and bard.

If it’s prince or bard it would have to be hope, in which case prince of hope fits Leona best due to his destruction of hope being focused more than just happening naturally. Though Leona has suffered, it seems to have more hampered his potential than gave him useful knowledge so now I’m kicking out mage. Heir seems to fit best if it’s as a heir of rage. Finally, I’m also kicking out witch since he he doesn’t do much manipulation of any of the 3 aspects.

Between prince of hope and heir of rage... it’s prince of hope. Since Leona says that nothing he did could sway people’s negative opinion of him, we can assume that Leona had hope earlier in his life that he could change those opinions. He did stuff like studying and improving his magic until he finally realized that that wasn’t changing his image at all. Rather than preserve his hope, he choose to destroy it, making his class the active destroyer class, prince.

In chapter 2, he rallies Ruggie the rest of his dorm against Diasomnia, using their hopes as a tool for destroying the other teams. In 2-24 Leona then tries to destroy their hopes once he deems their plan useless. At one point he says 「じゃあ本当のことを教えてやるよ」, translated by Shel_BB on youtube as “Let me give you a dose of reality.” This and the other things he says this episode really connect to the hope/rage themes of reality vs fantasy and stop vs go. Therefore, quite ironically since he is an actual prince, Leona's classpect seems to be a prince of hope.

[Image description: A banner containing a picture of Ruggie, the symbol for the Life aspect, and the words “Ruggie Bucchi: Rogue of Life”]

Ruggie grew up in a poor environment with food insecurity. Many of his clothes are hand-me-downs, he’s fine with eating odd things like dandelions, and before holiday break he raids the cafeteria for food to bring back for the others in his town.

Ruggie’s official hobby is part-time jobs. From working at Mostro Lounge to selling mandrakes, he’s really focused on earning money however he can.

His skillset, which includes pickpocketing and haggling, lets Ruggie pull off plenty of clever and underhanded tricks.

However, like Leona, Ruggie still has standards: in one of his ceremony robe voice lines, he says that he prefers his lot in life over that of a spoiled, rich person without any problems. 

His dorm uniform personal story, where he teams up with Trein’s cat to get magic history help and catch rats, is about using the power of others instead of relying solely on himself.

There were 3 paragraphs of stuff here that I deleted because I was getting absolutely nowhere. I didn’t expect Ruggie to be this hard.

Like, Ruggie's problems kinda seem to stem from just poverty and Leona being an asshole. Well, hm, actually if we combine the moral of his dorm uniform story and Ruggie acting like Leona’s maid, perhaps Ruggie’s problem is something like he keeps taking on burdens? Out of everyone who lives in his slums, he’s likely the only one going to a prestigious school like NRC. He’s likely well-known there because of that and him bringing back food a lot. Are Ruggie’s ambitions for a good job not only his own ambitions, but that of the whole community? I’ve always been a bit confused about why Ruggie helps Leona out outside of the magift tournament stuff. Is he... so used to having to help others and constantly take on jobs that his standards for what’s reasonable work are gone? I just went through the chats and in Jack’s one with Ruggie, Jack is telling him about having to find something to draw for a homework assignment and Ruggie immediately offers to go get his warthog piggy bank. Bruh?? Doesn’t that have your money? Why are you just lending it out like that????

Alright, because Ruggie is a guy who needs to chill and have some me-time, I’m narrowing his class down to rogue, maid, or knight. For aspects, I’m thinking life (energy & luxury), time (action & death), or blood (community & responsibility).

On second thought, I’m kicking out maid and blood. Rogue & knight and life & time seem to fit Ruggie better. And now my best guess is rogue of life. First, he obviously fits the stealing aspect of the class through his skill at stealing. Like how a rogue redistributes things, Ruggie obtains money/food to redistribute to the others in the slums. He also injured the people in chapter 2, basically taking life from them, which resulted in Savanaclaw's chances of winning the tournament getting stronger. For the tendency of rogues to have a hard time coping with having their aspect, Ruggie has a hard time accepting luxury/relaxation time. He funnels all his resources into efficient causes and his community. Also, in Jack’s dorm outfit personal story where Jack tries to help him out with stuff, Ruggie is distrustful of him and goes out of his way to avoid him.

I didn’t have any sort of eureka moment with this one like I had with the twins, so I’m still unsure about it. However, considering that TWST characters obviously weren’t meant to get crammed into the classpect system, it makes sense that some might not fit perfectly. So, with what I do have, I think that Ruggie is a rogue of life.

[Image description: A banner containing a picture of Jack Howl, the symbol for the mind aspect, and the words “Jack Howl: Page of Mind”]

Jack values honor, strength, and hard work. He believes that people should accomplish things through their own efforts rather than lowly tricks.

Therefore, Jack disapproves of Leona and Ruggie's method of doing things. 

In contrast to how Leona and Ruggie use others, Jack sometimes refuses help, like in chapter 2 when he claims he can handle his dorm by himself.

Jack is quite intelligent and insightful, as shown by his comments throughout chapter 3 and his scary outfit personal story.

Jack respects social/group hierarchies and takes care not to disturb order, as shown in his dorm outfit personal story.

Also in his dorm outfit personal story, Jack says that he wants to become someone with a single true purpose.

So, I'm already kind of stumped. He doesn't have any big moments in the spotlight during the main story, so there's not much to go off of there. 

We have to start somewhere though. So, first off, I’ll eliminate the destruction classes and theft since he doesn’t do much of either. I’ll also eliminate the knowledge classes since I don’t think he holds any special knowledge of anything.

For potential aspects, after eliminating the ones that seem mostly irrelevant to him, I’m left with mind, heart, hope, rage, or blood. The 2 that particularly stick out to me are mind and heart.

Mind is the aspect of logic, unbiasedness, morality, and blending in. For Jack, his strong focus on justice even when it means going against someone he once admired seems very mind-like. His care in not stepping out of line in social situations also relates to blending in. Of course, we should still keep mind’s opposite, heart, in consideration.

Now that I’m pretty confident his aspect is mind or heart, we’re left with 12 possible classpects. I still can’t narrow it down well, let’s go back to Jack’s traits.

What challenges does he face or have to overcome? In the main story, the problem he faces is trying to correct the injustice in his dorm by himself. In his dorm outfit story, the problem he faces is being over zealous about helping Ruggie. Wait, actually, that’s not right. Though that is a problem, it seems like the main growth/realization for Jack is about his motivation for helping Ruggie. When questioned by Ruggie in part 1, he mainly cites the group hierarchy as the reasons for his actions. However, later on, Deuce deduces (haha) that Jack looks up to Ruggie like a big brother. Though Jack denies it, at the end of the story he asks if Ruggie would let him call him big bro.

It’s like he is concerned about justice and social harmony (mind stuff), but in reality he does stuff according to his impulses and emotions (heart stuff). This doesn’t feel like a prince/bard situation though, it isn’t dysfunctional or destructive enough for that. I thought that the pages of the cast might be Epel and/or Sebek, but it seems that Jack may be a page.

Pages, the passive exploitation class, are characterized by a deficit in their aspect that they try to hide and overcome. Like how Jack takes his service of Ruggie too far, pages often overshoot in their efforts to correct their weakness. However, as they grow and learn from their mistakes, pages become masters of their aspect, like in Jack’s scary outfit story where he starts out with a bad idea then at the end develops it into a sound plan to scare the tourists. That also fits well with mind, since smoke and mirrors is another big part of that aspect.

Therefore, with how well this class seems to fit with Jack’s actions and motivations, I think that he is probably a page of mind.

[drazavonia]

A Kairi Journey

With Wreck-it Ralph/Game Central Station becoming increasingly more relevant thanks to KHUX and confirmation of the Unreality, I think the three remaining Princesses of Heart will be:

Tiana

Moana

Merida

Reasons being aside from these three and Pocahontas, every Disney Princess that made a cameo in Wreck-it Ralph 2: Ralph Breaks the Internet has appeared in Kingdom Hearts as of KH3/KHUX. 

Princess & the Frog, Moana and Brave are still pretty recent releases much like the princess movies presented in KH3. 

I see these three as more possible than Pocahontas because they are probably more marketable/recognizable both to younger and older fans. Another reason might be because Pocahontas wasn't received well nor did it age that well either, so building a story around that Disney IP might be difficult or problematic. (Not trying to say that it can't (ever) happen though.)

If these princesses and their respective stories were to become worlds in a KH game then these three would fit a Kairi focused game pretty well. With the setting, story and characters eventually transitioning over to Quadratum or the Unreality, if Nomura wants to truly conclude and resolve some of the open plot threads leftover from KH3/KHUX (princesses, subject x, Lauriam, Elrena, Demyx, Maleficent and ventus/darkness) beforehand, than I think Kairi is going to be the "main" protagonist to explore these plot lines. 

Kairi is the last member of the destiny trio who still remains in reality, and alongside the Disney trio is the only one (in my eyes) left to carry the main plot.

She is a main character alongside Sora, Riku, Mickey, Donald, and Goofy. These are the consistent "main" characters in my eyes. No disrespect to the other trios, however they were designed for their own self contained storylines that intertwined with the main characters, hence why they had their own resolutions exclusive from the others.

While Kairi may have lacked a significant amount of screen time throughout the series, with all of the set up she has at the end of M.O.M alongside having the most branching ties to many of the culminating plot lines left over, as well as essentially going through the same journey Sora had in KH3, she's a prime candidate for the leading role in the next game.

Kairi's heart of pure light and her grandmother possibly being Vor or Ava or any other character from the past gives her an important connection to the light of the past/Dandelions.

Training w/Aqua & the Wayfinder trio.

Kairi(princess of light) being around Ventus(pure of light) & "Darkness/Vanitas".

Kairi meets Terra for the first time and possibly gets triggered from seeing his face.

Joining Riku and Saving Sora in Quadratum 

(Possibly the Nameless Star) 

Kairi's Light of a Princess prevents Darkness from ever entering her heart and allows her to disperse darkness from her immediate surroundings:

When she hugged Sora, she cleared away the darkness keeping him as a heartless, restoring his original form, as well as blasting away the heartless mid-pounce.

In KH2, when she joins the hands of Sora and Riku, her light pushes away the darkness of Ansem, temporarily enabling Sora to see his face.

Kairi's heart could quite literally not be defeated by the Demon Tide. Her heart remained within the darkness to guide and sustain Sora once the Demon Tide swallowed him whole.

At the end of Chain of Memories, when Sora's memories are still scattered,  in order to piece them back together Namine needed Sora to hone in on his light, Kairi to bind them all together again.

If Vanitas/Darkness withheld Ventus' negative emotions and memories from Union X, then maybe if Laurium and Elrena ever come looking for Ventus again, maybe Ventus being around Kairi for a prolonged amount of time could weaken the darkness' hold on those memories, especially with the amount of time his heart spent melded with Sora's. (Ventus' station has the Graveyard without keyblades in it, while Vanitas' station has the Graveyard with the fallen keyblades.)

If the next game does star Kairi as the main character or consists of multiple storylines with one starring Kairi as the lead, then aside from them possibly rehashing the KH3 worlds (Arendelle and Kingdom of Corona), New Orleans, Scotland and the Polynesian Islands would be good worlds for Kairi to explore.

Princess & the Frog

Tiana could be the replacement for Little Chef Ratatouille. She could teach Kairi how to cook, or they could use the KH1 concept where Kairi already knows how to cook. Cooking with Kairi and Tiana.

Kairi could help make Tiana's dream come true, just like how I theorized she might help make Stella's (the NS) dream come true.

Kairi's determination to stand by Sora and Riku's side became the drive for her training. Kairi recognized she needed to get stronger, so she stayed behind to continue her training to be the best she can be. This can be comparable to Tiana's work ethic and her determination to obtain her own restaurant.

Moana

Kairi and Moana both live on Islands.

Kairi and Moana both had and lost grandmothers who would tell them the stories that would heavily influence their futures and roles in their respective stories. 

Kairi always wanted to step forward to be with her friends, but never had the strength to keep up with them whenever she tried, so she would stay behind to lessen the risk of being a liability. Moana desired to finally leave her island to voyage across the ocean (much like the beginning of KH1), but to protect the people of Motunui, voyaging beyond the island was forbidden. Moana wanted to step forward on her own journey similar to Kairi, but feared to leave behind her family and responsibilities with the possibility of letting them down.

Brave

I've never seen Brave so feel free to find any parallels there.

Apparently, Merida's main goal for the movie is "To take control of her own Destiny." I think it's pretty easy to see how that relates to Kairi by now.

Merida does have red hair and I hope Kairi can get access to a Bow & Arrow keyblade transformation. 

Kairi is essentially the "new" main protagonist of "Reality".

*Personally, I would hope that the worlds Kairi visits are all of the princess worlds and Olympus.