#aily talks

[brockachu]

hey y’all, it’s been a bit but i thought y’all might like to hear this exciting update:

i’ve accepted a position with a local food security non-profit where i’ll start on sept 11. i’ll be working as a resource coordinator to expand SNAP outreach & maximize SNAP use in my state, with my work also serving as groundwork & case study for potential national policy & strategy. it’s going to be my first salaried position and my first job that actually applies to my degrees.

i’m already not on here all that often anyway, but i still think of y’all and am super excited to share about this :))

[lillotte17]

well I finished that Aili art, and it's big Missing Her hours over here, and I have had a single glass of champagne, so now I think it's time to restart DAI again and probably cry my way through the Hinterlands

[anderstrevelyan]

Have you ever wondered exactly what's going on with all the dead bodies in the Wyrm's Rock audience hall, if you leave and come back after Gortash's coronation?

I did some in-game research while working on a fic recently, and in the name of sparing anyone else from having to lay all this out, too—here's a list of the victims, and some notes-based educated guessing on Gortash's motivation here.

(Beyond Iron Counsul Nuff's summary in the screenshot above: "My lord requires a clear path to his magnificent future. We cut away the troublesome bramble.")

Lord Petric Amber

Lord Amber's Bodyguard

Lady Ailis Belt

Lady Haeril Birch

Baron Callem Bormul

Lady Alia Durinbold

Lady Durinbold's Bodyguard

Lady Durinbold's Attendant

Lord Sarken Eomane

Admiral Peil Hullhollyn

Lady Winstra Hullhollyn

Lord Raylen Jannath

Lord Jannath's Bodyguard

Duke Dillard Portyr

Lord Portyr's Attendant

Lord Portyr's Bodyguard

Lady Beatrice Provoss

Lord Myer Ravenshade

Lady Silifrey Sashenstar

Lord Rugger Shattershield

Lord Shattershield's Bodyguard

Lord Shattershield's Attendant

Lord Milton Tillerturn

Lord Randolf Vammas

Lady Madeline Whitburn

9 Unnamed Patriars

First I'll note that not everyone you see lingering after the coronation ends up dead: I could talk to Lady Eshvelt Guthmere, Lady Ruth Linnacker, and Lady Freida Oberon, and their bodies aren't present in the hall later.

It also doesn't seem to be connected to vocalizing support for Gortash or not—you can overhear Portyr and Shattershield challenging him in the ambient dialogue after the coronation, but when you walk around and talk to everyone else the only one who has anything negative to say is Silifrey Sashenstar. Everyone else on the list above sings Gortash's praises.

So, here's what I think it is!

In the corner of the audience hall, you can find this note:

The Parliament of Peers is the body that's responsible for electing new dukes, and they held a formal vote to raise Gortash as Archduke and dissolve their own political body. Note the numbers: there's 23 members.

So who are these members? Up in Gortash's study, you can find this note discussing bribing, blackmailing, and threatening members of the Peers, which gives us the names of eight:

Five of these eight end up dead in the audience hall (Portyr, Jannath, Whitburn, Sashenstar, and Eomane).

As for the three Peers listed who don't end up in dead in the hall—Lady Ruth Linnacker, Lord Hir Rillyn, and Lady Haeril Vanthampur—let's look to this note:

Gortash has leverage against Ruth Linnacker through the abduction of her granddaughter, and I don't think it's unfair to assume Hir Rillyn and Haeril Vanthampur are similarly under Gortash's control, whether tadpoled or blackmailed (this is the one big assumption I had to make—bear with me!).

The other two with non-murderous leverage against them in the note above do end up dead, but I think there's some added context: I imagine Raylen Jannath is the husband of Wisteria Jannath, who Gortash canonically had an affair with (maybe it's personal? Maybe Raylen didn't care enough about the leverage of his own affair, if he knew she'd had one too?). For Portyr, there's the following in Gortash's study, noting he considers him a threat that shouldn't be underestimated, so he may not have wanted to stop at threats:

The inclusion of Portyr on the list of eight Peers could imply that the other three dukes are members of the Parliament of Peers, too. There's a book in Franc Peartree's house about the current state of who the dukes are, which I don't have my own screenshot of, but here's the relevant text from the wiki:

We know Belynne Stelmane is dead as part of the Bhaalist plot. Ulder Ravengard is tadpoled. The fourth duke was Thalamra Vanthampur, who's dead. They were waiting to replace her until Ravengard was found or confirmed gone—and Gortash was given this seat.

So, back to the original list of people murdered after the coronation. I bolded the names of those who aren't seemingly collateral damage (the bodyguards and attendants, and the unnamed patriars): there's 17.

17 killed after the coronation

Plus three Peers controlled through blackmail or other means

Plus Duke Stelmane and Duke Ravengard, dead and tadpoled respectively

That adds up to 22.

Add in Gortash's own vote, which he would have from taking (Thalamra) Vanthampur's seat, and you get 23.

The same number as the members of the Parliament of Peers.

Gortash didn't just orchestrate the Peers naming him the city's first Archduke, and he didn't just influence them to dissolve the political body that could vote another duke in. He made sure the individuals were destroyed, too.

[utilitycaster]

1/2 I was thinking about the Creator Hammer its intended function, which feels way closer to Predathos than Ascension based on my understanding. Like TRQ erased the old god's name and face when she ascended, but there was still a role for her to fill. But Predathos (and the thing in Tengar if it's not just Predathos) more or less created a vacuum of divine domain until TRQ'S ascension. Even the old god didn't seem to absorb those domains? And we don't know what would happen without any gods left

2/2 And I feel like that distinction is kinda crucial - it's wild to see some people treat the hammer as 'just' killing the gods (which. already has huge implications) but actually getting rid of the domain entirely feels like a step even further, and if the gods didn't already have a right to freak out at the idea of being killed, I think this really cements a reason for them to be concerned, idk!!

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Hey anon! So actually I've been wondering about some aspects of deity lore/cosmology and I hope we get more answers because, to be honest, I'm not sure what happens here.

It's implied that the nothingness that destroys Tengar is Predathos. We also know that Predathos does not seem to take memory and name when it destroys something; Aily and the other entities of light are still able to say Edun's name after he goes away, just as Ethedok and Vordo's names can still be said. This is in contrast to the Raven Queen, who in ascending did erase the prior god's symbol and name (and aspects from memory, though to varying degrees - Asmodeus does recall in EXU Calamity that he was a brother, but acknowledges the name is gone). I think her rites of ascension likely added that aspect, especially since we know her mortal name was forgotten and made impossible to read. Finally, we know new domains can be created as Vecna ascended without eliminating another god, and simply added himself.

So with that information I think the distinction the gods are making between Aeor and the Raven Queen isn't necessarily one of preservation of domains but rather intention. The Raven Queen was not trying to kill a god out of spite or fear or hate, but out of a sense of obligation towards the station. Which does translate to the preservation of domains in this case but I think the point is that Aeor seems to be killing for the sake of killing and not for some higher goal.

Perhaps this isn't correct to bring in Worlds Beyond Number, particularly since Brennan is working, with I'm sure plenty of leeway and freedom, within Matt's worldbuilding here, but I do feel like the way he talks about the witches and their domains [note: haven't listened to the latest episode no spoilers please] is worth mentioning. The witches are proposing killing one of their number (Erika's PC, Ame), and when Ame brings up her domain, they note that if she dies, her domain doesn't disappear; it simply isn't tended to.

I go back and forth on how much the domains of the gods of Exandria matter because we know there is overlap - Nature is a very big thing that encompasses aspects of Death, Storms, Sun, and Moon. Corellon and Moradin and Erathis all share parts of the creative process and it's implied Pelor does too. Agriculture is part of civilization.

If all the gods were killed? Perhaps it would destroy the world, but if some were I think they would simply lose that overlap. I don't know if there is a tipping point - and I do believe there is one (and it's indicated some Exandrians who might know, such as Keyleth, believe this too) but it's also possible that the domain still exists, but the magic and potential within it is gone. If both Melora and The Raven Queen are killed, for example, perhaps there is no longer an afterlife for anyone, but death will still exist.

When Asha says that Aeor will destroy everything I don't think it's a domain thing - I think it's just her noting that Aeor is already consuming a huge number of the planet's currently limited resources. The apples are going to Aeor and not to the starving beggars nor the animals. I think it's just a statement, in terms that a hungry nature goddess would use, that this is an exploitative empire taking advantage of their position of power amid war and natural disaster and that it will eventually exhaust the natural resources Exandria has to offer and die out itself: "This thing, this will be rock and nothing else. Three generations, four, they're going to end it for everything." Taliesin out of character in Cooldown then says Asha/Melora is speaking on behalf of life on Exandria, generally. I don't think it's that nature or storms or death or dawn will cease to exist overall, per se; I just think that they believe that if the only power left on Exandria is Aeor, all life will starve and die out not long after.

[kashilascorner]

May Day Parade: May 1-5: Morbid Month of May {May King Mordred}

My contribution this time is a short story. You can read it under the cut or here. Happy birthday Mordred!

I

The night Mordred was born it was very cold. Colder than Mays should be, I was told. My mother's labor was harder than ever before, harder than it should have been. I was old enough to remember the baby girl, and later the baby boy she had had a few years ago: they were so small and so soft, and mother looked very happy. I remember my father, so proud of his children, of his healthy seed and his strong wife. But this time it was different. Mother labored for more than a day and I could hear her struggling from the corridors. The castle was so quiet, and it was raining outside, so there was nothing for us to do but to wait, and wait. My father, in his throne room, waited, at first calmly and later pacing frantically. He had dismissed all of his barons and gathered all of us, his children, with him. Gawain busied himself with painting a wooden horse for Gareth (he has always been the type of person who cannot keep his hands idle), and Gaheris clung to me, begging me to play with him. Back then I thought I was too old to be playing games, so I just stared at the rain falling outside and patiently waited for Gaheris to tire himself down. The little ones were also strangely quiet, as if they knew better than to be noisy, with Clarissant dressing up little Gareth as if he was a doll, combing his hair, and only an occasional faint laughter from her and a low protest from him when she pulled his hair too hard.

Night fell and still no midwife had come out of mother's chambers. Men and children were not allowed in the room, but my father was desperate so he sent Gawain to get news, to no avail. The nurses came to take Gareth and Clarissant, though Gaheris insisted on staying a little longer. Father seemed deep in thoughts. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he seemed much older than ever before. Years had instilled into him after his war with uncle Arthur. During that year I had not seen him, and when he was finally back home, he seemed different: thinner, greyer, a slowness in his steps, and a new scar under his eyebrow. He was still a handsome looking man but this type of suffering, of lingering melancholy, did not suit him. He seemed to me a different person from the father I had known before. Knowing he would have a new baby had taken color back to his cheeks and yet, now he was becoming a shadow of himself again: only the silhouette of his tall figure seemed to remain and the rest was impenetrable in a somewhat pitiful way.

“Take Gaheris to bed, Ailie.” He told the nurse. She obeyed quickly, though the child did not. He was already so sleepy, but fought like all children do when they are commanded to do something they should be doing. Father stared at us with a very serious face, Gawain and I stood very straight. We had not talked too much since he came back from his honorable defeat and his glorious capitulation. When he saw us for the first time after his war, he had hugged us very tightly, said my fine, fine boys, and with a kiss, he sealed any attempt at explanations and never mentioned anything of what had happened again: nothing about how he left for fighting, how we fled and begged uncle Arthur's mercy, how the little ones had stayed behind while Gawain and I swore allegiance to Arthur on a bended knee. But this time father was not looking at us with unshed tears in his eyes and an untold story in his throat. Rather, his eyes were hollow and his voice cracked like a crow's.

“Gawain,” he said carefully, then his gaze came to me “Agravain, come here.” We approached the throne slowly, and stood side by side like little soldiers. Father was about to take our hands in his, but hesitated. Instead, he put one of his palms against the other, rubbing them with a nervousness that was completely unlike him. These were not the imperturbable yet somewhat sardonic mannerisms of the father I knew, and I could not help but think with contempt of how much he had changed. “My boys... You are old enough to understand this: your mother might not make it through the night, neither your new sibling, so pray if you find it in your heart. God always listens to innocents the most.” He smiled a little at that, then he could not resist resting his right hand on Gawain's shoulder. “Go to bed now. It's been a long day, yes?” Gawain nodded, reluctantly. Father pressed my hand lightly against his, feeling the ring he had given me the year prior as a birthday present, right before we left Lothian's court. I had been told I was the one who resembled him the most, and I thought it must be true because it seemed to me he was looking for something in my eyes that, in the past, he must have found within himself.

Gawain said some prayers and fell asleep murmuring barely audible words, snoring a little, maybe crying a little too. He always slept soundly; I suspected it was a way that his body compensated for the extra strength he had during the sun hours. Soon he would have his own room, and Clarissant would also move out of the children’s room very soon because she was the only girl. But I would still be sharing a room for some more time. I envied them, able to be alone with their thoughts and their secrets, no snoring brother beside them. No need to hold back any tears or any other ugliness. Would I miss Gawain? We were so close in age that we had always been together. I could not wait to sever myself from him, maybe prove something myself.

I didn't sleep that night.  I thought of mother, and what father had said. What if I went to sleep and when I woke up, mother was gone? The mere thought made my heart beat faster and my stomach ache. When I had been away from her, the first few nights, I had to force myself not to cry. It felt so unfair how we had to leave mother and father. I could not even think of what it would be like not to ever see her again. And what of our new brother (for I was sure it would be a baby boy), what it I never got to meet him? I would have prayed, but I was never good at it. Father said innocent prayers are better, but none of mine ever were. Was I innocent just because I had done as I had been told? Had I not betrayed my father with my actions, fulfilling mother's orders? But my mother had done what was reasonable: she protected us because she loved us. And my father loved us too. Now I wish I had rejected my mother's ideas and went to war with father regardless of the consequences, but the night Mordred was born, I did not yet know that I would never in my life get the chance to fight alongside our father so the though barely crossed my mind. I did not know how little time we had left, and I was still too young to fight a real war. I refused to think of my dying mother and instead thought of my baby brother: what would he look like? Tall and blond like the rest of us, for sure. Would he be shy or outgoing? Clever or strong? I certainly hoped he could beat Gawain in a fight...  Suddenly, I heard noises, and stood right up.

“Is it a girl?” Father asked, in a loud voice, as he rushed to mother's chambers. He really wanted more daughters. He had been delighted when Clarissant was born. I knew why: they said too many boys in a house was guaranteed trouble, and we were already a boy too many.  I woke Gawain up.

When we arrived, father was just entering mother’s room. The baby was a boy, I heard the midwife said. Father smiled and approached mother, closing the door behind him despite seeing us, so we were forced to wait outside as the last few busy maids left with their dirty clothes. A lot of dirty clothes. Gawain and I exchanged a look. I leaned into the wooden door.

“Don't eavesdrop!” Gawain scolded me, hitting my arm with his flat hand.

“Shut up, I'm trying to hear. Don't you want to know why father closed the door?” I whispered.

“Of course I do. But this way you'll only get us caught, idiot. Mother speaks too low to hear anyways.” The door was thick, so I admitted defeat with some reluctance. Perhaps I could sneak into mother's room and read the letters father had sent her, and the midwife's daughter liked me. Midwives always hear this type of stuff. Clarissant walked towards us, with Gaheris following behind, holding Gareth. He struggled. Although Gaheris was tall for his age, Gareth was now beyond the age of being carried in arms. He was rubbing his sleepy eyes and seemed to have cried, probably upset with being woken up. Finally, father opened the door. Outside it was breaking dawn and light was filtering through mother’s window.

“Say hello,” he said in a soft voice “and then let your mother rest.”

The room smelled like blood and filth –sweat, excrement, a lot of things I did not identify—with a vague hint of milk. It was obvious that the maids had done everything possible to clean up mother and make her presentable, but her hair was wet and the stench was difficult to bear. She was very, very pale, and obviously at the limit of her strength. Father took the baby from her trembling arms while she gave us an apologetic look, shy, and she would have blushed if she could. She was always very careful of her image and in any other circumstances, she would have never let us in the room. But this time she had to see us, had to hold our hands, feel us, like a matter of life and death. The maids had badly tried to cover bloody sheet after bloody sheet, and Gawain and father aptly maneuvered the youngest to spare them the worse views. And then there was the baby: he was very small, but according to my mother, he had roared and suckled like a lion. He was a wrinkled little thing with reddish skin and still some white sticky substance clinging to his hair and between his wrinkles. Until then I did not know what newborns looked like (both Clarissant and Gareth had been pristine clean by the time I first met them), but Mordred was there, right in front of me, freshly out of my mother’s flesh, not beautiful at all, but raw and ugly. It was fascinating. And for all of us, reunited after so long, it felt like a triumph.

II

It was late September when they took him. An unusually hot September, it seems to have been. Gawain joked that Mordred had dragged the summer along with him. Uncle Arthur then sent a message: every noble-born woman was to send their children born in late April to mid-May to Camelot for a massive blessing. My parents could have done what other families did, what I would have done if I were them, and send any other child instead. Mordred alone had two milk mothers that could have swapped their sons for our brother. But my parents had no reason to mistrust uncle Arthur, mother’s brother, father’s new ally. He was High King and it was not strange for noble born children to be raised in other courts –especially the children of defeated kings. So they trusted, and gave away Mordred. Little Mordred who was an absolute delight, who was fat and cute, and always smiled at strangers like life was a delightful discovery.

We lost him just two days later. The ship sunk, they said, no survivors, they said, a terrible loss and an even more terrible miscalculation, there was no one to blame but the bad weather. I did not believe a word (where were the adults? Why sail in such bad weather when all other days had been so sunny?), and I told Gawain, but he did not seem to hear me. He stared through the window, into the sea, very quiet, like in a trance.

Only the roaring waves and my mother's wailing could be heard, and they were everywhere. She wailed, wailed, wailed. She called on every god, pleading, just to curse them later. Where is my baby, she said, where is my baby? She was completely out of her mind. Her pain was unbearable, maddening, the kind of grief that births demons. All good manners were gone, and only the desperation remained. Father tried to hold mother, to contain her, but she refused to be contained. And my father... my father had been taken by a freezing, calculating rage that cut like a knife, a grief thick with blood, an anger that would burn nations to the ground.

When Mordred was born, I learned that it is always love that gives way to the greatest nightmares.

“we begin in the dark and birth is the death of us” ---Anne Carson / Sophokles, Antogonick

[bardic-tales]

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[taliaaurora]

Forbidden Love (5) - Hi, baby. Did you miss me?

Pairing: Jason Pelham x Alison Jones

Summary: An unexpected visitor shows up at the firehouse, bringing some disturbed memories to one of the first responders.

Warning: mentions of child assault.

Words count: 2.3k

A/N: English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy this chapter! 💕

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A knock on the door startled Severide as he was finishing his report from the last call. Glancing at the glass door, he saw Alie waving her hand as she flashed him a small smile. 

“Hey.” He whispered, opening the door.

“Hey. Can I come in?” She kept her voice down, afraid she would wake up the team sleeping in the bunk room.

Nodding his head, Severide opened the door a little further so Alie could step inside his office, then closed it again. Seating back on his chair, he watched Ailie get comfortable in his bed. 

“You okay?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, not sure what she wanted to talk about.

“Yeah. I wanted to make sure you are okay, actually.” She confessed, noticing a frown appearing in Severide’s face. “I’m not blind, Sev. I noticed your reaction when Sylvie came running inside the firehouse with another letter from Casey. What was that about?”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Severide looked outside the window, avoiding Alie’s big brown eyes, as the same thoughts consumed his mind, over and over again.

“Sev, please, talk to me.” Sitting closer to her friend, Alie’s lips curved slightly into a smirk. “Did you get upset cause Casey didn’t send you a letter too?” She playfully asked, but Severide didn’t laugh. As he turned his face to look at Alie, she was surprised to see tears in his eyes.

“Stella, she-...” He shook his head and bit his lip, struggling to put his feelings into words. “She doesn't reply to my texts or my calls. When she does, it’s always something short and simple, she doesn’t even want to talk to me. And I don’t know what to do.” He confessed, blinking away the tears, trying to look strong.

“I’m so sorry, Sev.” Alie whispered, gently squeezing his hand. “Maybe she’s just busy with the program. I’m sure everything will be just fine when she comes back-”

“That’s the thing.” He interrupted. “I don’t know if she’s coming back.” He sounded almost angry, but looking into his eyes Alie could see how sad, broken he was. 

“What do you mean?”

Wiping his tears with the sleeve of his jacket, Severide took a deep breath. “Boden wanted Stella to be the new lieutenant on Truck 81, but she didn't reply to his calls either.  I don’t think she wants to be a lieutenant anymore. I don’t think she wants to come back to 51, or to me.” He confessed with a shaky voice. Putting those words out in the open felt like a punch in his stomach, making him sick with just the thought of not being with Stella again.

“Hey, don’t say that.” Alie shook her head, wiping Severide’s fresh tears. “Kelly, she loves you! You’re just going through a tough time in your relationship, but I’m sure everything will be okay.”

“I’m not so sure anymore.” He whispered back.

-/-/-

“Jones?” Pelham called, entering the common room. Looking around, he saw her exiting Severide’s office. Making his way towards her, Pelham gently knocked on the bunk room door, not wanting to wake up the whole team. “Jones? There’s a woman on the apparatus floor wanting to talk to you. It sounded urgent.” He confessed, approaching the firefighter.

Confused, Alie frowned. Besides the fact that it was late, Alie wasn’t used to getting visitors at the firehouse - or anywhere, really. Thanking the lieutenant, Alie made her way to meet the mysterious woman outside the firehouse.

“Can I help you?” Alie asked, approaching the woman who had her back to Alie. As the woman turned around, Alie couldn’t believe her eyes. Taking a step back, she took a shaky breath as her head started to spin. She felt sick.

“Hi, baby.” The woman’s voice was soft as a sympathetic smile appeared on her face. She took a step closer, making Alie take a step back, involuntarily. She aged from the last time Alie saw her. She had more wrinkles than Alie could remember. She had lost a significant amount of weight, probably because of her drinking problems or the death of her husband - or both. Her features had changed. She looked small, fragile. If it wasn’t for those eyes that haunted Alie in her dreams, she wouldn’t have recognized her own mother.

Looking at her mom with side eyes, it took all the strength in her body to make Alie speak. “Wha-What are you doing here??” 

“You didn’t reply to any of my texts, or my calls.” Slightly shrugging her shoulders, the woman flashed an apologetic smile. “I thought I could stop by to see you-” 

“Well, you can’t. I told you to stay away from me.” Alie cut her off. “Now, please, go away and don’t come back.” She turned around to go back to the firehouse but was stopped by a hand grabbing her arm.

“Alison, please!” The woman begged, staring Alie in the eye. “You can’t avoid me forever. We’re family-”

“DON’T!” Alie shouted as she released her arm. “You don’t get to use that word!” Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. “I don’t consider you family. Not anymore.”

Shaking her head, her mom could feel the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. “Alie, please, don’t say that. I’m your mother, I’ll always be your family!”

The lack of emotion was clear as Alie's steady voice came out just above a whisper. “You are DEAD to me.” As her lips lightly curved into a smirk, she took a step closer. “I hope Stephen is burning in hell right now.”

“Alison!” Her mom slapped her in the face, she couldn’t believe those words. “He was like a father to you!”

“HE DESTROYED ME!” Alie shouted, feeling her cheek burn. “I was just a little girl and he RUINED me!” Shaking her head, Alie quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “And what did you do, huh? NOTHING! You let him do that to me. You chose your disgusting, rapist husband over your own daughter! You never believed me when I told you what he used to do to me!” Alie could feel her throat hurt. She didn’t care if someone could hear her yelling, she didn’t mind the tears running down her cheeks. All she felt was anger, pain, and she just wanted to let it all out. As she let out a long sigh, she looked down at her mother in disgust. “How could you? How can a mother let someone do that to her child? Her baby girl? I trusted him, I trusted you.” Letting out a sob, she ran her hands down her face. She took advantage of her mother's silence to let it all out of her chest. “For so long, every time I used to close my eyes, all I could see was his face. All I could smell was his cheap cologne and the mix of bourbon and cigar. He haunted me for so long. But not anymore!” Standing closer, just a few inches from her mom’s face, Alie screamed. “I WANT YOU TO ROT IN HELL! BOTH OF YOU!”

Her mom stood there in silence, her body shaking - from crying or from fear, no one could tell. Taking a step back, Alie sniffled, cleaning her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her jacket.

“I hate you.” Alison whispered with gritted teeth, looking down at the woman who brought her to the world. “Get out of here and don’t you dare to come back.”

Nodding her head in understanding, her mother turned around and left, crying all the way back to her car. Finally feeling like she could breathe again, Alie walked two steps before she collapsed on the floor. Letting out a low, desperate groan, she felt two arms hugging her body in a tight embrace.

“It’s okay. She’s gone.” Pelham’s voice was soft as he spoke in her ear, his hand running up and down her back. “You’re safe now, I promise.” He whispered, feeling her tears soaking the fabric of his shirt.

For the first time in years, Alie didn’t flinch when she felt a male hand touching her body. Instead, she believed in his words when he told her she was safe. And that's exactly how she felt. Her muscles relaxed under the warmth of Pelham’s embrace. With her head leaned against his chest, she sobbed like a little girl, scared of the monster under her bed. The monster is gone now, but he will always be present in her memories.

Pelham knew Alie was going through something. He just never expected to be this. He didn’t mean to hear the whole conversation, but he did hear Alie’s screams and picked up some pieces. He felt disgusted. He couldn’t imagine what was going through Alie’s mind in this moment, but he knew she needed someone. Even if this someone was a man she barely knew.

Once her breaths were even and she had stopped crying, Alie lifted her head from Pelham’s chest. As their eyes met, her cheeks blushed with embarrassment and she quickly pulled away from him. He shouldn’t have seen her like this. Broken. Fragile.

“I-I should go.” Alie quickly mumbled, standing up. Not looking back, she ran to the bathroom, locking the door right behind her as she muffled her soft cries with the back of her hand.

-/-/-

"You know," Gallo took a seat on the common room table to eat his cereal, then pointed at Pelham with his spoon. "Once Kidd comes back, are you still going to be our lieutenant?" 

"I don't know-"

"No, he's not." Severide interrupted, making his way to the coffee pot.

Gallo already regretted making that question, as he felt the tension in the room rising. Shaking his head, Ritter cursed under his breath, whispering a sarcastic 'good job, buddy' as he sent Gallo a thumbs up.

Staring at Severide's back, Pelham licked his lips and sighed. "Chief Boden reached out for her, asking if she wanted to be the new lieutenant, but she didn't answer. She hasn't shown any interest."

"That doesn't mean you get the job." The squad lieutenant replied before making his way to his office.

"Really, Gallo!? What is wrong with you?" Violet whispered, slapping Gallo in the arm.

Playing with the food on his plate, Pelham couldn't help but think about Gallo's question. What was gonna happen to him once Kidd comes back wasn't really a mystery. Pelham was just an interim lieutenant. If Kidd wanted the position, Boden would give it to her right away. Pelham knew that, and he understood why. Kidd had been working at this firehouse for years now, and she was loved by everyone on the team. Pelham didn't stand a chance.

"Hey, Jones!" Mouch greeted her with a big smile as she entered the firehouse. 

Hearing that name, Pelham looked up with hopeful eyes and a shy smile, seeing the person who made his days better in this firehouse. However, he knew she's been avoiding him since last night.

Flashing Mouch a weak smile, Alie stopped dead in her tracks once she locked eyes with the lieutenant sitting at the table. Quickly turning around, she rushed to the locker room, not seeing how fast Pelham's smile faded away.

Closing her locker once she grabbed what she needed, Alie stood face to face with the lieutenant, who was leaning against the lockers.

“You don’t have to avoid me, Jones.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m not avoiding you.” She quickly replied, walking past him.

“Then why are you running away from me?” Pelham followed her to the bunk room, walking right behind her. “Is this about what happened the other night?” He asked with a sigh.

Alie quickly turned around. “Yes, okay? You had no right to hear that conversation!”

“You were screaming!" His voice rose but his features softened when he saw Alie flinch. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I wasn’t eavesdropping.” He spoke just above a whisper.

“But you listened to a conversation that didn’t concern you.” The hurt and disappointment were clear in her voice. “Now, please, stop looking at me with those pity eyes. I don’t need your pity, Pelham.”

“So now, what?" He frowned. "I can’t be concerned about you? I can’t make sure my friend is okay? Oh, no, I’m sorry. I forgot we’re not friends.” Pelham let his arms dramatically fall to his sides as a long sigh passed through his lips. “Jesus, Jones. I keep trying to get close to you, only to be pushed away every goddamn time!” Shaking his head, Pelham walked past Alie and left the room.

Swallowing the lump on her throat, Alie bit the inside of her cheek as Pelham's words replayed in her head. She knew he was right, she really was pushing him away. But that's what she did to every man that got too close to her. She kept her tough posture but…on the inside she was softly pleading for him to come back, to hold her one more time and tell her everything would be okay.

-/–/-

“What happened this time?” Brett asked, serving herself a cup of coffee, as Alie stormed into the room. 

“Pelham happened.” Alie mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned on the counter, next to her friend.

“Uhh, I’ve seen this before.” A smirk appeared on Brett’s face as she stirred her coffee. “You two will end up sleeping together.” She took a sip from her coffee and saw the way Alie almost gagged.

“You gotta be kidding me, right? There’s nothing going on between me and Pelham. It was just a kiss, which I already regret.” Alie confessed with a scoff. “To be honest, I think we do hate each other.”

“Uh-hum, sure.” Brett nodded her head, sipping her coffee. “I’ll pretend I believe that.”

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[ladydeath-vanserra]

*knocks door down* feylin naming their daughter Ailis, the Scottish version of Alice (ik Alis is, uh, Alis from Tams court but ANYWAYS)

blonde hair, blue grey eyes

rebellious and curious streak and an inability to follow orders like her mother ☝🏻

befriending the animals and being leery of People like Both her Parents

befriends the talking, riddle giving Cat-Sìth that's both annoying and v helpful. she argues with it daily

she befriends a boy in the nearby villiage named Tarrent (Tarrant Hightopp is The Mad Hatters name in the adaption of Alice in Wonderland). He's the son of a seamstress and makes clothes with his mom and clearly he bonds with Ailis over ✨️art✨️

they're both little weirdos. obviously autistic ok send tweet

@bookishfeylin @kateprincessofbluewhales

[qsmp-a1-updates]

I wanted to do more tasks so here goes, btw I have named the little robot crow guy from earlier Update, I'm keeping them, and they're gonna be the character I use for interacting with A1 and maybe sometimes you guys. I thought of some fun character and story details about them, they're a robotic crow brought to life who is sort of an outlet of whatever canon group chat we have to talk to each other. Update automatically downloads every message sent and repeats it.

Update is not necessarily "me," just an OC I wanted to make for this project because I don't really like writing directly about myself, but I wanted to practice some light sweet writing since I haven't done that in a bit.

(Writing and lyrics below, this song had been stuck in my head all day yesterday so this was wonderful timing)

Sing to the baby a lullaby in another language.

This wouldn't be hard for Update, if they wanted to make it quick. Two days ago, they had been sent songs all day, in many different languages. All they would have to do is simply upload one, play it again, and that task would be done.

But looking at the little egg watching them curiously, Update didn't want to make it that simple. Aine had never heard music before meeting their new family, and by now they already heard every song that Update had downloaded.

Besides, Update had a new song in mind.

"Lullaby?" Update confirmed, waiting for Afon to settle down and nod to show they were ready.

After a second, Update closed their eyes and began in their own voice - electronic, but as gentle as they could make it.

"Vem kan segla förutan vind?

Vem kan ro utan åror?

Vem kan skiljas från vännen sin

utan att fälla tårar?"

Update opened one eye for a moment to see Aimée's reaction. The little egg was leaning forward slightly. They didn't place a sign - Update often spoke for themselves more through silent actions than words so Icarus often did the same for them - but Update could tell they were listening.

Update smiled and closed their eyes again to finish.

"Jag kan segla förutan vind.

Jag kan ro utan åror.

Men ej skiljas från vännen min

utan att fälla tårar."

Update opened their eyes to wrap one wing around Aili, who was looking at the ground. "You are so strong. You can do everything you ever will dream of. But you always need love too."

Update rested their beak on Anahí's head as the egg leaned into their plated wing. "So many people love you. You will always be loved."

Yes I used at least 6 different names, I choose no single name I choose all of them :) Update hears from all of you who offered names from so many different cultures, how could they just choose one for our child?

[lostsbooks]

Hello! This will be my writing blog from here on out. Call me Lost or Aili (Eye-lee). My main blog is @lost-islands and my art blog is @lost-draws.

All my writing can also be found at my Wattpad or my Ao3 Account. Ask any questions you like about my writing through DM or in the notes, I'm always happy to talk.

A lot of my headcanons were inspired by the wonderful @weirdestarrow. Mostly to do with wider world building and a wider range of characters outside my personal interests.

This will hopefully grow in time but I'm happy to finally be here!

The Lost Republic Masterpost

Oneshot Table of Contents · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Countryhuman Oneshots

Siblings and Secrets

At the End of it All

Finding Lost Roots

Trust Fall

Cannon Thief

Rememberances

An Old Man's Winter Night

The Crowning of Pepper the Puppy

Lakes and Mistakes

Paintings and Primroses

The Frozen State (Co-written by @Weirdestarrow)

[Archive Oneshot] Michigan's experiences of 1812

[brockachu]

hey so uh:

the ghost you’re dressed up as | e | 36k | mceichel

(warning: horror fic w/ graphic violence & sex + depictions of psychological trauma & ghost/haunting imagery)

happy to finally get to share this one with you guys 🥹💖

[lillotte17]

The Music Room

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS‼- Do Not Read unless you have completed the Dread Wolf's Regrets quest!!!!

AN: I have not finished the game, so I don't know if this will actually be part of my canon yet, but the world is currently awful and I...needed to be making something. But as I said: I have NOT finished the game yet, so if you leave a comment (pls and thank) do NOT write anything with spoilers in it!!!

Okay, on with the show!

~

Rill finds Inquisitor Lavellan sitting at the harpsichord in the music room. All of the other rooms at the Lighthouse had seemed barren when they had first started using it as their base, and even this one had apparently been used as some sort of storage space -there was an alarming amount of cheese for some reason- but the quiet here feels different in a way that is hard to quantify. Peaceful, as opposed to desolate. The light pouring through the windows is always bright in here. Always warm. The murals on the walls were still vivid when they came. Colorful and new. The most prominent one bears the symbol of the Inquisition flanked by howling wolves.

The woman contemplating it does not look like the fearsome hero who closed a hole in the sky and stopped the southern half of the world from falling into chaos, though. She looks small. And tired. And sad.

Rill clears her throat, feeling awkward.

“So. Not trying to complain or anything, but when you asked to come here, you did say that you could help by giving us insight into Solas’ history and his way of thinking and… Well. You were pretty quiet in there while we watched those memories.”

“I know,” Aili sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I knew some of it. Bits of things he told me himself. Things I figured out…afterwards. And I knew there would be more. More I didn’t know. He’s thousands of years old, so I knew that the story of his life would be more than what he had told me, but…”

“It’s a lot.” Rill hums in agreement.

“Bit of an understatement,” Aili snorts. Her gaze drifts down, and she runs her fingers over the instrument in front of her. “…I didn’t even know he played.”

“So, tell me what you do know,” Rill says, casually plopping down onto a nearby crate, “It’s probably more helpful than you think.”

“I know… I know that he hates tea.”

“Right. Noted. Probably shouldn’t offer him any of Lucanis’ coffee either, then.” Rill grins, folding her arms across her chest.

“Probably not,” Aili agrees, returning the smile faintly. “He has a sweet tooth, though. He loves books. Loves learning. And teaching, too. He was always happy to share stories about places he had been, or spirits he had talked to. He paints beautifully. And he sketches, too. He doesn’t laugh very often, but when he does, it’s…”

She trails off, her face creased with grief and faint traces of longing.

“I’m sorry.”  She says again.

Rill shakes her head at the apology but gives her a curious look afterwards.

“You said that Solas was important to you; I’m guessing you didn’t mean that you were just really good friends?”

Aili shrugs.

“I thought that we were…something.” She glances around the room again, eyes landing on the mural of the slain dragon and the mourning wolf above it. “Now I’m not sure if even that was true.”

“Is that something he would lie about?” Rill wonders, her eyebrows ticking upwards, “Because that would be some valuable insight. He doesn’t strike me as the sort to use seduction as a manipulation tactic, but he seems comfortable twisting the truth about everything else, so…”

Aili sits for a moment in silence, frowning in consideration before finally shaking her he in the negative.

“It’s… No.” She fumbles briefly. “I know that given…given everything we’ve seen, it might be hard to believe, but… He has a kind heart. Truly. He wants to do the right thing. He believes in justice, and he wants things to be fair. He wants to help people when he sees them suffering. And he blames himself when he can’t. He just…comes to the wrong conclusions, sometimes, and he struggles to ask for help when he needs it. He… There would be no reason to -no point- in lying about his feelings for me. I was already his friend, and I took his advice seriously. He had my ear and my protection. He wouldn’t get anything out of it unless his intention was to be needlessly cruel, and…he’s not like that. He isn’t.”

“Then why were you doubting that you had something?”

“It’s…complicated.” Aili sighs. “It’s about time, I think. Or at least, part of it is. He feels things deeply. Passionately. Even if you can’t tell which words he’s telling you are true, you can always tell when something matters to him. And this place… Mythal is everywhere. In every mural. In every room. Statues. Paintings. Symbols. Everything is about her. For her. Even now. Even after taking Flemeth’s power and essentially killing her himself. His love for her, whatever shape or form it might have had, has colored every aspect of his life since the beginning of the world. And compared to that…”

She taps a single key on the harpsichord, letting out a high clear note.

“Mythal is the All-Mother. The Protecter. The bright and beguiling moon. And I…I am barely a candle flame.”

“You’re the Inquisitor. The Savior of the South. People still call you the ‘Herald of Andraste.’ You disbanded the Inquisition, and still managed to bring enough people together to hold back the darkspawn hordes while I fight the gods up here in the North. I think you might be selling yourself a bit short.” Rill says with a curl of her lips, trying to be kind.

“There will always be heroes, just as there will always be despots. I’m hardly unique in that respect.” Aili replies, striking another key. “A puny mortal striking back at false gods probably reminded him of his own past. His own struggles. Maybe that was it. Maybe there’s even something about me that made him think of Mythal. I don’t know. I don’t know what he saw in me. Or thought he saw. But look around. There are a few Inquisition symbols in this room, but beyond that… There is no trace of me in this place. Nothing he held onto. Nothing he felt was worth keeping.” 

Rill frowns. Fidgeting with her hands. Itching to pull out a blade to play with, but uncertain if the move would been seen as a threat.

“Sorry.” She offers after a few moments of silence. “I try not to talk to him very often, for obvious reasons. It’s still a bit creepy, if I’m being honest. Even if I did, though, I don’t think his romantic life would be something he’d be keen to tell me about.”

“It’s not your fault,” Aili assures her with a smile that does not reach her eyes, “He wasn’t keen to tell me either.”

“The Fade’s a funny place, though,” Rill says, gesturing at their surroundings, “I’m not always sure which bits of the things we’ve found here are from Solas, and which things we brought along ourselves. Lucanis found a book he used to read as a kid. Harding says she can smell her mom’s cooking sometimes. Neve said she can hear the sea when she wakes up in the mornings. Things like that, you know?”

The Inquisitor nods.

“Not surprising, given the nature of this place and the person who built it.” Aili says. “This was a refuge. For spirits and slaves fleeing tyranny. And for Solas himself, too. It wants to be welcoming. It wants you to feel safe.”

“It was different when we got here, though.” Rill tells her. “Bit empty. Bit sad. Lonely, almost.”

“Sounds like Solas,” Aili sighs, something close to exasperated fondness.

“This room though…” Rill sits up straighter, turning her head to glance at the sunlight painting patterns on the already painted walls. “It was always like this. It may be small and tucked away, but it’s honestly one of my favorite places in the Lighthouse. It’s always a little warmer in here. The sun’s always shining through the windows. The quiet in here feels like…comfort. Like home.”

“I feel like you’re trying to lead me somewhere, but I’m not sure where it is,” Aili chuckles.

“Well, you said it yourself, didn’t you?” Rill grins back at her, “This is the only room with Inquisition symbols in it.”

Aili blinks. Makes a face.

“There are also murals of Mythal in here. Because she’s everywhere.”

It is Rill’s turn to sigh.

“Maybe she is. Maybe he couldn’t escape from her. Maybe he never will. What she did. What she made him do. What was done to her. But the library with all his memories of her is big and dark and gloomy. And the statues of her are stiff and aloof and cold. And the little room upstairs he shoved a cot into to sleep is…just depressing, really.”

 She catches the older woman’s gaze. Holds it.

“It’s called the Lighthouse, but the beacon at the top isn’t where the light is. It’s not in some huge memorial room dedicated to Mythal. It’s here. There’s a chair with your seal on it, almost waiting for you to sit and watch him play. There’s the paintings on the walls. There’s… Look, when did this become me telling you about the Dread Wolf’s heart?”

“I have no idea,” Aili laughs in earnest this time.

“Really though, this is a good room. I like to sit and read by the windows in here sometimes. The light in here always makes be think of summer afternoons. The air has a sweetness to it, too. Something flowery. Heather, maybe. Or Lavender.”

Aili starts, her eyes going wide.

“What’s wrong?” Rill asks.

“You said it smells like lavender in here?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“It’s…the soap I use. For my hair. I always have.”

“Well, there you have it!” Rill grins in triumph. “He kept your memory here. Away from his regrets. Somewhere bright and happy. Well…as happy as Solas gets, anyway. Not too bad for a candle flame, eh?”

Aili laughs again.

“Thank you, Rook.”

[phoenix-squad-landing]

I have been absent for a hot second but now I am back with my current obsession in the Golden Shrike comic made by @doe-prince / @goldenshrikecomic Go read their comic here! www.deviantart.com/doeprince/a…

This is the first of my new Golden Shrike OC's! This is Ilta! A red deer from the highlands, she very young, only just losing her fawn spots. Despite her age she is the largest of the "herd". Nobody knows why she's been separated from her herd, all they know is that she doesn't talk much, if at all.  regardless she is loved by her new found "herd" This is the second OC of the batch! This is Aili, the herd leader. She is a young adult fallow deer, a lowlander. She has a leucistic pelt. She is very kind and courteous, albeit very social. She left her herd willingly, wanting to see the word. There's just so much more than her territory and she wants to see it all!

The final member of the herd, this is Enni! She is a riverlander, aka a Musk deer. She is very snippy and aggressive, yet quietly protective. She acts like she hates the herd but if she does... then why does she still travel with them? She is small and feisty, a more dangerous chihuahua if you will. She has larger tusks than most and isnt afraid to use them. 

She was kicked out of her herd for being too aggressive and causing too many issues. The scar on her shoulder is from a fight she had... she won. regardless, she will give her life to protect her herd.

[jublian]

DR WHO DRAFT

(Moffat Woman Starter Pack)

DARTIS, INTERIOR.

Cara and Mocktor stumble into the DARTIS, slam the door, collapse onto the control panels. Their clothes and faces are smeared with dirt. The Mocktor’s eyebrows are missing.

Mocktor: I think my leg hair’s singed. Is yours singed?

Cara (looks at Mocktor): Do I still have eyebrows?

Mocktor: Two of them

A door inside the DARTIS creaks.

ENTER AILIS (mid-40s, dressed like a wayward Victorian girl with a corduroy fetish): Morning, lovelies.

Mocktor: FOR GOD’S SAKE

Ailis: I like the new look, Mocktor. Very Future.

Mocktor: Thankyou. What?

Cara: Who the hell are you?

Ailis: Cara! I’ve heard a lot about you.

(Cara frowns at Mocktor.)

Ailis (to the Mocktor): Oh! You didn’t tell her about me. Naughty boy.

Mocktor: Don’t make me call security.

Ailis: Now, now, Mocktor. No need to panic. This is a screwdriver, not a sword.

Cara: That dress has pockets?

(Ailis winks at Cara and approaches the Mocktor. She has a limp.)

Ailis: The spare bed is marvellous, by the way. I haven’t slept on a waterbed since last century.

Mocktor: Did you injure yourself, or are ankle monitors heavier than I remember?

Ailis: No boring talk. Mummy’s not awake yet.

(Ailis prods the DARTIS console. A cupboard door opens)

Mocktor (sighs): bottom shelf.

Ailis: thanks.

(She stands with a jar of pickles.)

Ailis (approaches Cara): Look at you. Have you ever had a fringe? You’d look spectacular with a fringe.

Cara (blushes): I’ve thought about it.

Ailis (brushes a strand of Cara’s hair from her face): It’d work.

Mocktor (gestures to his head): her- this-

Cara: My hair.

Mocktor: Is fine. Aerodynamic.

Cara: Maybe I will get a fringe.

Ailis (leans in, whispers): Moxie’s Grotto in the Legan System. Drop my name and she’ll give you growth tonic for the eyebrows.

(Cara giggles)

Mocktor: Am I interrupting something?

Ailis: Yes.

(Mocktor snatches the pickle jar from Ailis and returns it to the cupboard.)

Ailis (to Cara): Here we go.

Mocktor: I need the key to the DARTIS back.

Ailis: I need it a little longer.

Mocktor: I need it now.

Ailis: I need to make copies.

Mocktor: I- copies?

A door creaks within the DARTIS, again.

ENTER BASHFUL OOD.

Ood: ( gibberish Ood noises)

Cara (frowns at DARTIS console): Translator’s down.

Ailis and Mocktor (in unison): It’s not.

Ood (shuffles towards door): works every time!

Cara: Oh.

END SCENE

next scene ideas by meven stoffat

- mocktor enters time vortex to regrow eyebrows, fabric of universe (cotton-poly blend) unravels. Crochet is the answer. Crochet is always the answer.

- Ailis sells keys to the DARTIS on the galactic freeweb- the girl who hustled?? (brilliant)

- Cara eats pickles, dons mini skirt, cuts fringe with kitchen scissors.

- Ailis has been dead the whole time. She was just a memory imprint. The Mocktor brings her back with big science words and a pickle seance

[gamerwoo]

WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH JUNHAO PLANNING TO MOVE BACK TO CHINA WUTH YOONA AND AILI AND MEIHUI AND KAIHAO😭🥺🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥲 IF THRY DO NOT CALL EVERY SINGLE DAY AFTER THEY MOVE I WILL BREAKDOWN🥹��😭

they won’t move for a whiiiiile. like probably not within the series (i say probably not but idk we’ll see what gets requested 🤷🏻‍♀️). but i personally don’t have plans to have them move away for a long time

also can we talk about how i was too lazy to come up w baby names so i literally just gave 2 of them half of jun’s and hao’s names 💀 i literally am so bad coming up w names my brain is mush

[ferios-favorite-styles]

♬おすすめの曲 プレイリスト♪ Ferios List 220

2024/10/19～10/25にリリースされた邦楽の中からチェック。個人的に聴きたい曲を集めたリストです。

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Real Journey / TOSHIKI HAYASHI(%C), chelmico Spotlight / E.scene Goodbye Goodnight / クレナズム, OLER 愛楽 / 加藤ミリヤ, 椎名林檎 夕闇のシルエット / eldaja それが恋だと言ってくれ！ / First Love is Never Returned 夢と消えた上京生活 / 髙橋多聞 あなたと最後 / SARM いい湯だな / STUTS, 大貫妙子 三千世界 / Sano ibuki Silver Sunlight / ナリタジュンヤ アウトライン / imase 夜明迄 -Eternal Sunshine- / 山本大斗 焚火 / 古里おさむと風呂敷き showtime / CANDYGIRL My Mutant Ride(feat. 柴田聡子 & TAKU INOUE) / PAS TASTA, 柴田聡子, TAKU INOUE Trapped(Kan Sano Remix) / RUNG HYANG, Kan Sano Look Back! / Beachside talks Itsuka Sonotokiga / ROTEM, natsu Summer, Benjamin Herman onn / 菅原圭 Everthing's Better With You / Fabric 70, KYAT CUTE Fenty Glow(feat. SUNNY ONLY 1) / MEZZ, SUNNY ONLY 1 Spit on / e5, EAERAN LALALALALALALALALALA - Tokyo Version / MIKOLAS, SKY-HI Me & My Musik(feat. JJJ) / ISSUGI, Gradis Nice, JJJ Better Days(feat. CHICO CARLITO, Kethug & Oichi) / 5278, CHICO CARLITO, Kethug, Oichi Broke Boy Rich / Kohjiya BLACK HIACE / OHTORA, maeshima soshi LET GO / Amiide Daily Life / FLEUR, UNI-Qreatives Thinkin' bout you -Ovall remix- / ShowMinorSavage, Ovall Forest - feat. ACE COOL / んoon, ACE COOL Osampo / Gliiico Fashion -Maelstrom & Louisahhh Remix / Aili, Maelstrom, Louisahhh I don't know / The Yellow plan Real Monsters / MIYAVI シルバーソルト / 神はサイコロを振らない BLUE SCREEN / KOTONOHOUSE, 水槽 あなたの犬になる / w.o.d. 赤い轍 / GLIM SPANKY 幻の光 / 9mm Parabellum Bullet Carry Me To Heaven / ゆうらん船 chang[e] / BLUE ENCOUNT リトルワンダー / SpecialThanks