#a murder at the end of the world spoilers

[aayakashii]

Can I ask for a request about MC comforting Lyca after the New episode end? I hope you don't mind! You can ignore this ask if it's too much, or you're busy!

Don't forget to take a lot of rest(*´˘`*)♡

You read my mind because I was already planning on writing that right after I finished reading that episode 😭

Warnings: MAJOR spoilers for episode 10 and depictions of a depressive episode. Please do not read this if you're not up to date with the story because I don't wanna spoil anyone ;-;

You had given up on knocking and calling out his name after being ignored for an embarrassing amount of times.

You apparently hadn't completely given up on him, however.

Lyca could very clearly still feel your scent through the closed, locked door of his bedroom. He knew you were just outside, waiting quietly for him to open the door and let you inside.

He wasn't in the mood to be comforted, though. He wasn't sure he would ever be, to be honest.

Lyca wasn't the most emotionally aware person in the world, but he knew quite well that what he was feeling was the closest thing to a heartbreak that he had ever felt before.

It was a new feeling inside his chest. It felt like his heart was being squeezed, his throat hurt and his eyes burned. It felt weird, bad, awful. And it felt like nothing could ever pull that weight out of his body.

When Darkwick snatched him out of his life with Neros, he felt anger. Anger at the loss of the one person who cared for him; anger at an institution that treated him like a murderer; anger at everyone that acted like he was less than human, less than someone who deserved a comfortable bed, clean clothes and warm food.

This time, however, he couldn't find it in himself to feel properly angry.

He just felt… empty.

Lyca wasn't sleeping. He couldn’t. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw those terrified expressions of all the staff, glaring at him as if he was about to rip their throats apart with his teeth, like he was some animalistic abomination with no rational thought.

As if he hadn't been working with them for three days. Befriending them all for three days.

The ice pick he had handed to the man he considered a new friend (and a good man, and a great teacher) being turned against him created a wound far deeper than the scars around his wrists caused by all those months being shackled under Ultio's prison.

And in thinking of scars, Lyca touched his cheek. He felt the little cut, almost completely healed, against his fingertips. A bitter reminder that maybe he should get up and shower – he could feel how his skin was sticky with sweat – since his own body was already getting over it all.

His mind, however, was far from getting over all that.

Just like you wouldn't get over the idea of talking to him.

Why couldn't you get up and leave? He could still feel your scent outside his room. Would you just stay there forever if he locked himself inside his room forever? Were you that stubborn?

Lyca furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at the door from under his covers.

Maybe he should just tell you to leave so he can be alone in peace.

With a frustrated growl, Lyca untangled himself from his blankets and stomped towards the door, aggressively opening it without a warning.

His eyes flitted to the ground right beside his door, where you were sat, when you yelped in surprise at his sudden appearance.

“Lyca!” You pushed yourself away from the wall and clumsily got up, your backpack falling awkwardly down your arms with your sudden movements. “Finally, you opened the door!"

You stepped closer, eyes wide and eyebrows scrunched upwards in worry, and you quickly grasped his arms as if he could run away if you weren't fast enough.

“I was so worried about you! It's been days! Have you been eating? I know you've skipped your classes but I managed to excuse your absence somehow. You look so tired, have you been sleeping properly?” You rambled, pushing him inside and effectively entering his room as well.

Lyca blinked fast, the hairs on his neck standing on edge at the sudden touch, and his face twisted into a grimace.

“...You're being too loud.” He mumbled, looking away from your face.

Seeing your face twisted in concern, for some reason, made him feel guilty. He had done nothing wrong, though. He hadn't done anything wrong in any given moment, god fucking dammit. Why were you looking at him like that?

“I'm sorry.” You lowered your voice, letting go of his arms. “I'm just so concerned about you. Rui and Ed told me to give you some space, but I can't anymore, I'm sorry. I needed to see you.”

Lyca sighed, scratching his head. He took a seat at the side of his bed, still feeling mentally exhausted.

“I'm fine.”

You pursed your lips. You knew he would never outright admit he was feeling awful and that the mission had caused him some heavy emotional trauma. You weren't even sure he was fully aware of it himself. You could only imagine how he felt betrayed and despised by the very people he wanted to become.

You also knew he needed to process it by himself, but you just couldn't watch him walk the path of self-destruction. You couldn't let him be overtaken by depression.

You had to do something. Even if it was the tiniest nudge towards a better direction and a little bit of comfort.

You sat right beside him on the bed, and opened your backpack, fishing out a large bottle of water, offering it to him.

“What?” He stared at the bottle, like it could bite him at any given moment.

“I know you haven't been drinking water. There are no cups around here. You need to drink something.”

Lyca raised his upper lip in a small growl, but you tutted.

“No buts. Go on.” You pushed the bottle into his arms and smiled satisfied when he opened it, despite the enormous pout on his lips.

Once Lyca gave the water a single gulp, he begrudgingly admitted to himself that you were right. He was parched and didn't even realize. At some moment, during his isolation, his body simply stopped signaling his needs and he forgot about them all.

You were already pulling out a few protein bars out of your backpack and making a small mountain of them on Lyca's lap. Once you decided that 12 protein bars seemed decent enough for a young werewolf that apparently hadn't eaten for three whole days, you got up.

“Eat these. While you do it, I'm gonna prepare a bath for you.”

Lyca finally took the water bottle out of his lips, gasping for air.

“I don't want to take a bath. I'm okay.” He talked back.

You raised an eyebrow, glaring at his unkempt hair and greasy face. You noticed he also had the same clothes from three days ago on his body.

“You won't need to worry.” You walked towards his wardrobe, looking for one specific piece of clothing amongst the piles of unorganized clothes, until you found what you were looking for.

“I'll leave this swimsuit for you to wear.” You threw terribly ugly beach shorts in his direction. “You put that on and enter the bathtub when you're ready. I'll wash your hair for you.” You finished, walking into the bathroom that was connected to his room.

Lyca choked on a piece of protein bar.

“You don't have to do any of that! I'm not a kid!” He yelled, cheeks still full of food.

“I know I don't.” Your voice resounded from inside the bathroom, along with the sound of water. “But you're tired and taking a shower can be a bit hard to do. I'll just help you this time.”

Lyca chewed, annoyed. You didn't have to do any of that. You didn't have to bring him water, food, much less bathe him as if he was a little child. Sure, he may have forgotten to do all of that for a while, but…

He sighed. Okay, maybe he did need someone to help him remember his basic needs. But still. Now that he remembered, you didn't need to do all that.

On his lap, there were a ridiculous amount of wrappers after he unconsciously devoured all of them. He didn't notice how hungry he felt, only realizing his empty stomach when he went to grab for another bar and there was none. He was still a bit hungry, but the sugar in his blood made him think a bit clear

Lyca eyed the obnoxious beach shorts.

Just this once. Maybe just this once he could do that.

He walked into the bathroom, cheeks a bit pink due to being shirtless, but more so because of the ugly shorts he wore.

“Did you finish eating? The water is ready, you can enter it if you want to.” You said, dipping your hand into the tub, swirling the water to feel the temperature.

Lyca sighed in relief after you pointedly ignored the fact that he was shirtless and wearing the ugliest shorts ever. No need to feel self-conscious after all.

“... Yeah. Ok.” He said, stepping into the water as you dragged a stool to sit next to the tub.

As Lyca submerged his body, he realized how much he needed the warmth of water against his skin, relaxing his knotted shoulders and neck. He felt a sigh escaping his lips as he sat awkwardly, not knowing how to act when you were sat right beside him, grabbing bottles of shampoo and conditioner.

“You can rest your back on the tub and lean your hair back. I'll wash you hair like that.”

He hesitantly laid against the white porcelain and followed your words, albeit he still looked uncomfortable.

“Just close your eyes and try to relax a bit.” You murmured, pouring water on his scalp as your finger threaded through his unkempt hair.

In spite of himself, Lyca closed his eyes as your hands slowly worked the knots on hair. For a while, his mind stopped racing and cycling through the same memories that haunted him for the past days. In that moment, he just focused on the feeling of water against his scalp and the gentleness of your fingers on his head.

He heard the squeeze of a shampoo bottle and, soon enough, your hands were massaging his scalp with the product. In the back of his mind, he was thankful that you chose products with no scent, just so you wouldn't irritate his sensitive nose.

His favorite part of the whole thing, however, was the feeling of water running through his head and hair. The chilly sensation was a bit jarring in the beginning, but soon enough he found it extremely comforting.

Once you finished his hair, you grabbed a bottle of facial wash.

“I'm gonna wash your face now, is that okay?” You murmured.

Lyca just grunted in affirmation, eyes still closed, and you chuckled.

Your fingers spread the unscented soap against his sweaty skin with caution, careful not to irritate his eyes. You massaged his cheeks, the side of his nose, his jaw, his temples – every little place he wasn't aware was tense.

Once you finished washing it out, you got up and Lyca had to make a conscious effort to open his eyes.

“I'll leave you alone so you can wash the rest of your body. I left clean pajamas for you right there so you can change into new clothes. Okay?” You said, walking towards the door. Lyca yawned, and nodded, mind cloudy and floaty, as he felt the sleepiness that escaped him throughout all of those days finally take over his body.

Once he finished showering (with much effort, since he was almost dozing off) and putting on the new clothes, Lyca walked back to his room only to find you smoothing out the new duvet and sheets you had placed on his bed. The pillows had new covers and were fluffed and all the junk that surrounded his bed had been thrown away.

He felt his breath hitch at his throat.

“Where's my blanket?” Lyca asked, voice a bit frantic as his eyes darted everywhere, looking for his most prized possession.

You opened the drawer of his nightstand, showing his old, dirty blanket safely tucked inside.

“It's here. Don't worry, I wouldn't touch it.” You said with a smile and patted the bed.

“Sit here. Let me dry your hair.”

Lyca relaxed again, heartbeat going back to a slower rate. He dragged his feet slowly and plopped on the side of the bed again.

You crawled onto the bed, standing on your knees right behind him, with your own hair dryer on your hands.

“It's gonna be a bit loud. You can plug your ears with your fingers if you want to.”

Lyca scoffed.

“I don't need to plug my ears. I don't care about any noise!” He retorted, stubborn. You just sighed and rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief.

Once you turned the hair dryer on, however, Lyca immediately flinched. Subconsciously, his fingers went straight to his ears, plugging them right away. He pouted, angry at himself over being proved wrong by you once again.

Behind him, however, you snickered.

The feeling of the big hairbrush you were using scratching his scalp made his eyes flutter closed again, despite the noise. It awakened a few old, unknown memories he wasn't sure were his to begin with. It made him remember of a strange woman's hand with long, sharp nails scratching his scalp when he was just a child. He wasn't sure he knew who this woman was, nor did he have any other old memories like that, but the familiarity of it all brought a warmth to his chest, where he felt only anguish for the past days.

You finished blowing his hair dry with an exhale – the loud sound also hurt your ears – and you tapped his shoulders, signaling that you were done.

Lyca just plopped onto his pillow, laying his whole body on the bed, letting out a loud sigh.

“Are you feeling a little bit better?” You asked with a quiet voice, trying not to disturb the peace that seemed to have finally graced Lyca's mind.

He stared at you for a moment before avoiding your face with a small pout on his bottom lip.

He was most definitely feeling like a whole new person. The melancholy still had a place in his heart, and he still felt betrayed. But he also realized how the hopelessness had given way to something else, something warmer and happy that he genuinely thought he would never feel again after falling into that pit of depression and self-hatred.

All because you were human, despite any curse, and you still cared for him. You weren't scared. You didn't give up on him, even when his mood was sour and combative. If a human like you – someone who's way nicer, way more understanding than all those other people he met – could see him as a friend and not a threat, then he knew that hope wasn't lost for him. As long as you were by side, you were proof that Lyca could be a human just like anyone else because you already saw him as such, even when his wolf ears and tails were out.

“... yeah.” He answered. “Thanks.”

You gave him a relieved smile and leaned in to ruffle his hair.

“Always, big guy.”

He scoffed, putting his hands on his head to protect his newly brushed hair from your attack.

“You wanna nap?” You asked, laughing at his attempts to defend his fluffy, neat hair. Who would've thought he'd care so much about a pretty combed hair.

“Mhm.” He hummed in affirmation, eyes immediately getting heavier and heavier after he snuggled himself inside the covers

And when you two were tucked into bed, Lyca rested his head close enough to you to hear you human heart beating. It softly lulled him into a sleep without hauntings, nor nightmares – a sleep with dreams in which other people looked at him with the same amount of affection and care as he could already so clearly see in your eyes.

[thebookworm0001]

Spoilers for the end of veilguard and specifically how solas’s story is handled under the cut

And seriously I do mean the very end of the game and I’m gonna talk about stuff that happened before then too

You have been warned

I felt satisfied with the ending.

I was able to collect all the solas memories/regret murals and very much felt like the way the ending unlocked by that was handled well.

Solas has always been a man bound by his regrets. And this game spent a lot of time establishing is primary regret is Mythal. Yes, he cares deeply about helping people and wants that world restored, but it’s less to do with the elven people and more to do with him feeling like he’s made mistake after mistake.

He’s been living in a sunk-cost fallacy for millennia and cannot see a way out. He really, really doesn’t want to do this - he knows how many people he’ll hurt to do it, but can’t see another way because if he stops now he feels like it’ll be just another betrayal of mythal when he’s already betrayed and failed her so many times. She’s the reason any of this happened.

That’s why it has to be mythal telling him to stop. He wanted to stop for a romanced lavellan - his letter says that explicitly. But he regrets mythal’s death (and his resulting actions) so much he just. Can’t let it go. What does his life mean if he can’t fulfill the wishes of the goddess that called him to service, to a body? The friend he murdered, in the end, to make up for the first time she as killed.

He was a spirit of wisdom mythal corrupted - it’s another version of Cole and the Templar who killed the human Cole. That confrontation has to happen for him to move in any direction.

And the way he absolutely crumples when he sees her? Damn if that didn’t sell me on how deeply he cares for her, beyond the murals that show how ashamed he is of what he did with and for her.

He’s always needed someone to tell him there was another way, but nobody besides mythal could absolve him of the actions he took, because they aren’t her. It’s not a matter of the nature of their relationship, rather that he cannot untie himself from the way his spirit was warped by her and the actions he took in response to her.

Idk I know people will have very different feelings and opinions on how that went down, but it made sense to me.

And my solas-romanced lavellan acted exactly how I expected her to. Granted, Ellana is the kind of lavellan who would immediately forgive him and would, no questions asked, go with him on his journey to atone. I had a whole fic planned out where she did that exact thing - even if the details weren’t what happened here.

If you have a lavellan who isn’t as sad as mine and who wouldn’t join him, yeah this ending may not work for you. But I went from being pissed at him for trapping my rook and lying about killing varric to immediately being back on my ‘fuck you’re just a deeply sad and broken man please let yourself be happy’ lament when he talked about how he failed both the world and mythal in different moments.

It worked for me. I’m satisfied by how it was handled and think the ending makes sense for the read on Solas I’ve had for the last several years. He’s just a deeply sad man who thinks he has to make up for his failures - and the one person he’s failed more than anyone tells him it’s not on him. She’s the one person he could never get forgiveness from - and he got it. And that’s why it had to be her.

[walkingoneliner37]

Some things about Playful Land for those who don't mind spoilers:

1: The characters act out of character!

No they don't, well not entirely. They're amplifying their worst traits because of Ernesto's magic. It's the same way the kids at pleasure Island acted as their worst selfs with no adult supervision.

2: This is some black butler shit!

Well yeah that's what happens when you watch the original Disney movies without harping about how boring or sexist they are...you'll get an actually good plot with real dangers. And would you look at that, twst actually understands the movies unlike modern disney.

3: Ernesto is unforgivable!

Yes, human trafficking is a horrible unforgivable crime. But so is murder, keeping slaves, and yknow TRYING TO END THE WORLD. All crimes, might I remind you, the twst characters have attempted/done!

You have to remember that these are fictional characters and we are expected to forgive them easier than a real person. If you think the "redemption arc" at the end is stupid then you missed the whole point of Pinocchio. Pinocchio is a reteling of the Prodigal Son, it's supposed to show us that no matter how many bad things you've done, if you want real forgiveness and redemption you can start anew.

But if it makes you feel any better the cat and the fox both become disabled and die and slow and painful death of starvation in the original story, so imagine that's how Playful Land ends if you so want.

[rockgodklav]

SUCCESSFULLY UNLOCKED: SCARLET NOISE AU KLAVIER

！Note: This AU is still being fleshed out ！

Now then, for some brief house keeping:

The new tag for Scarlet Noise!Klavier answering is #Scarlet Noise Klavier Answers. #klavier answers is for regular Klavier. If you're revisiting this post and would like to look at his first few posts, #?? AU Klavier Answers is the tag you're looking for.

Beware! Blood, gore, and violence is included in this AU. All will be tagged, of course, with #tw blood, #tw gore, and #tw violence under the proper posts. Alcohol and drinking may also be mentioned and will accordingly be tagged.

General plot summary (May include AA4 spoilers--which you will already find on this blog):

Klavier takes after Kristoph, strongly, in this AU. He hates it.

After Turnabout Trump, when Kristoph is initially arrested, Klavier starts hearing voices. Little by little, they get louder; by the time Turnabout Succession comes around, they're screaming.

They tell him to do awful, immoral things; his only assurance is that they tell him he's not Kristoph. Kristoph is bad. He's not Kristoph; he, thus, can't be bad.

Kristoph receives a life sentence after Turnabout Succession & not the death penalty.

Klavier freaks the fuck out. Everything stacked up is driving him insane at this point. What if Kristoph escapes? What if he is like Kristoph? He's spiraling.

Klavier's hysterical, erratic mind convinces him that the only way to get rid of these thoughts is to murder Kristoph.

So, he plans.

(In a pink, fluffy & glittery notebook, may I add. Image attached is for reference:

ANYWAYS. Klapollo happened after AA4 in this, by the way. Apollo and Klavier are presently dating.

Apollo finds the notebook. He had been visiting Klavier, of course; when your boyfriend is sobbing over losing his best friend and brother, you comfort him, yes?

In true Wright Anything Agency fashion, Apollo confronts Klavier with the damning evidence.

And he changes. rather abruptly, at that. Klavier stops crying and storms out of the room, fuming. He's behaving utterly irrationally--like the child his brother raised him to be.

Apollo follows him, of course.

When they meet in the doorway, both coming to find each other again, Klavier has a pistol pointed at Apollo's forehead.

And Apollo looks up at Klavier, equally panicked and so terribly calm. The last words Klavier hears from Apollo are the only ones Apollo is thinking: "You look like Kristoph."

That haunts him.

Though the police investigation is still on going, Klavier, as it seems, has gotten away with a sloppy murder. His brother failed to do that with a perfect crime.

Klavier is avoiding everyone, truly. He's terribly paranoid.

Yet, in the end, once more, the only person he has is his brother.

Who else can Klavier turn to now?

Ah, and you recall how the dead have quite the affect over the real world in AA?

Apollo has unfinished business on Earth, and it seems his last words aren't the only thing haunting Klavier.

Just a rough summary/draft, but I believe that's the plot line I'm going with. ^^

﹒✦ NEW CHARACTER UNLOCKED ✦﹒

You may now send asks to ??????? ????? AU Klavier! Each ask sent and answered will reveal one letter in his AU name till it'a completely unveiled. Good luck. :)

[emmanelson]

BILL FARRAH and DARBY HART in A MURDER AT THE END OF THE WORLD S01 E06 "Crime Seen" (2023)

#aka darbill touches that have rewired my brain chemistry

[det-loki]

they're so cute

[slinkpinkiller]

[billfarrah]

After watching the first two episodes of A Murder at the End of the World, I just wanna say how happy and excited I am that they didn't make Darby your typical intelligent but emotionless and cold protagonist. I love that she's not just another Lisbeth Salander. She's smart, techy and definitely guarded, but I love how often we get to see her smile and geek out over things - whether it's over her hero Lee or Bill, how we see her smiling while she's texting Bill and when they're flirting, or over her loving The Simpsons. It's so refreshing that we see her soul as much as we do her intellect and she isn't just another typical "emotionless girl" protagonist. The giddy smile we see from her when she finally meets Bill at the end of episode 2 is so endearing. She's morbid and digs up dead bodies in her spare time and is preoccupied with solving mysteries but we still get to see her be a giddy teenager.

Anyway I've only had Darby for one day but if anything happens to her I'll kill everyone in the room including mysef.

[libraryleopard]

three episodes into a murder at the end of the world and i am now fairly convinced that

zoomer is actually bill's kid, not andy's

my evidence is thus:

zoomer is blonder than his father, more like lee and bill

that moment in the first episode where bill plays along with zoomer pretending to be a doctor feels significant–why show them interacting so much, you know?

episode four is called "family secrets"

bill found something out he wasn't willing to tell rohan–maybe that he's zoomer's dad?

lee's story about bill and her only having hooked up once and him losing his hard-on feels like when people put too much specific detail in a lie to make it sound real

zoomer is five, just the right age to have been conceived when andy and lee were in the "off" portion of their on-again off-again relationship

bill getting dumped by his hacker gf and then fathering a kid with her idol would be very dramatic

[notsoyoungblood]

Knowing that Bill's call to David's room lasted 27 seconds, I wonder if Rohan's call to Darby's room was the same length (whether it was truly them or a AI)

[onceuponathreetwoone]

I am loving A Murder at the End of the World but I have two bones to pick after episode 4:

Are we really supposed to be believe that Darby and Rohan walked the distance it took them to snowmobile, drive and trek, there and back?

Was that cliffhanger actually a surprise to anyone? I’d worked it out as soon as Bill interacted with that character in the first episode…it was super obvious, no?

[hotch-girl]

i wish i had watched fargo instead of amateotw. i get what they were trying to do but no

if u want to make it ab the characters then actually develop the characters!!!!!!

[rhera]

A Murder at the End of the World - Chapter 4: Family Secrets

[ominous-horse-noises]

main takeaway from certain fan reactions to the finale is this:

the final scene with ankarna was so meaningful to the bad kids' arcs and how they made peace with being wronged by people they loved, and if all you can focus on is that the rat grinders didn't get much screentime, then you don't love dimension20 and you don't love this world: you want to be playing your own hs themed dnd campaign and you're mad the oc versions of the rat grinders you made up in your head acted ooc. these are not your characters and this is not their story.

[mikaeled]

It is original thought, more than money, oil, or even water, that will determine if there is a future to be had. ⇁ A Murder at the End of the World Chapter 1: Homme Fatale

[emmanelson]

BTS vs Actual Scene