#also known as me but fallout

[bubbytheliverstealingskeleton]

Giving all of my personas varied silly little antennas

[sirmanmister]

Frostbite

A little gory/exaggerated but I actually like this a lot :D

I like the idea of the freeze being REALLY rough on the sole survivor, and there’s physical trauma involved that they have to deal with past the mental trauma of waking up 200 years in the future.

Damien gets pretty bad barotrauma from being frozen for 150 years, wakes up to see Shaun get taken, then freezes again pretty much immediately afterwards. It’s not like he could fully thaw in those 2 minutes it took Kellogg to open Nora’s door. So now Damien is deaf in his left ear, and he has trouble keeping his hands warm :)

Closeup under the cut

[dykedvonte]

thinking abt what you said with house viewing Benny as a son and I’m obsessed. Like. The man spent most of his life before the war presumably alone, and then after the bombs fell he was alone again, save for AI he himself devised. Then he decides to pull in some Tribes, and one kid shows promise! So sure, treat him well, train him, groom him to be his protege, then next thing you know UH OH he’s got developing paternal feelings towards this guy. Wanting some semblance of a family when the time has long since passed, yet fostering that feeling all the same seems so accurate for him. Benny meanwhile only views him as a boss, and not a particularly good one at that. makes me wonder how House must’ve felt when he found out about Bennys plans

I view it as House blames only himself for this, cause he kind of does in canon (strap in this is a long one).

When reflecting on the issue of Benny, House chastises himself first and foremost for not acting quickly enough when it comes to priming Benny. He describes Benny as being ambitious, ruthless and capable; compliments coming from a man like House. House has an ego and while he is logical enough to understand there was never any evidence Benny saw him as a father-figure, he lacks the humility to admit he let his own views on his relationship with Benny blind him to the activities happening behind the scenes.

I doubt that House was as aware as he makes out about what Benny was doing, he knew early on but certainly not early enough to stop Benny from hacking and obtaining a securitron along with getting the chip in the first place. I take it he was distracted by all the possibilities he was calculating of Vegas' success and growth with him steering and Benny as the new figure head, not because of any normal affection for Benny but the admiration of his capabilities. It's to be noted that House believed menial incentives (likely caps, booze, basic needs, etc..) were enough to keep Benny tame like the other Chairmen but, as evidenced by the Omertas and Mortimer in the WGS, this is not enough when it comes to more driven Vegas citizens. This implies he still undervalued Benny and created a space in which Benny felt the need to rebel.

House in my eyes is not sentimental in the traditional sense. I can imagine his pride was severely scorned as someone he certainly deemed dumber than him was, albeit only for a little, able to out-gambit him. It would definitely hit home seeing how his brother also betrayed him but I feel like that's why he's so apathetic when he tells the Courier to do as they see fit with Benny. I doubt the way he terrorized his brother brought him any emotional satisfaction other than a "Now who's in charge!" ego boost. Putting that same emotional intensity towards Benny isn't worth it because who does it benefit? Wasted time, wasted planning, and most importantly wasted potential are all he gets from continuing to be hands-on with Benny. I say the closest example is not being able to throw out old toys due to the memories attached but knowing it's necessary as they are broken or just taking up space for new ones, and then asking someone else to do it so you don't need to get caught up in the feelings of throwing something you put so much effort into. It's not Benny House cares about in my mind, not in a way that sounds healthy to any non-emotionally constipated individual, but what he could've represented for him, which is why he so quickly offers the same position to the Courier.

As for Benny's view on all of this, it was a long time coming. Benny didn't and doesn't believe House is a completely shitty boss. He admires what he's been shown and admits House knows how to run the strip, but disagrees with the directions. Ideologically, House is an anarcho-capitalist while Benny is just an anarchist. House wants to run the strip to profit, though money is not what he's concerned with being rich with anymore. Benny wants a free state that he wishes to become a place for the people, except for the Chairmen who would be on top (I like to remind people that Benny's motives were selfish but not for personal gain/power as was it for the people he actually saw as family). Benny was never looking for a father but a future. He was not interested in being adopted, or having the chairmen adopted, as bigger names still overshadowed in House's legacy.

Truly, it's easiest to summarize as House feeling strongly and thinking positively enough of Benny to start incorporating him into the future of Vegas (a huge honor actually) while Benny was so disillusioned by House's ego and indifference that he thought the only way Vegas could be the future is with House gone.

[calamitydaze]

long tag ramble below u have been warned

[chaosintheavenue]

Plus some Metal Dome Trinning.

[commandermeg]

Started playing Fallout New Vegas and having a wild time

[femwizard]

[mx-paint]

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[ghoulish-yellowcake]

One thing I didn’t expect to absolutely fall in love with when it comes to Fallout: New Vegas is the sound design.

Firstly, the song selection makes me feel like a goddamn cowboy, but also the atmospheric noises are so much livelier than Fallout 3. The constant sounds of the bustling city with people chatting, glass breaking, dogs barking and such that you can hear even from around Vegas’ outskirts. Even just the word “pain” being discernible amongst the feral ghouls’ moans added so much.

What really got me though was exploring Vault 22 for the first time with the sound of faint whispers and keyboards typing amongst the usual dramatic music I love the Fallout series for. It was like I could feel the horrible mistakes of science that had occurred there, haunting the place like echoes of the long dead scientists, still working.

I knew New Vegas was known for its attention to detail, but I haven’t heard much praise for its sound before and the care that was put into it.

Or maybe I’m just weirdly into video game ambience.

[artsideblogofsorts]

Nick Valentine, Synth Detective

partnering up with

Connor-51, Deviant Hunter!

I am pleased to present this little partnership idea between two tin cans I'm extremely fond of 💙 making this brought me so much joy and I hope you guys like it as well!

Some background info under the cut!~

Connor is an advanced prototype of android within the universe of Detroit: Become Human. He was designed to assist in the investigation of deviants, other androids that have "gone rogue" and stopped taking orders. He's also known as the Deviant Hunter. Though initially convinced that he is "just a machine" designed to accomplish his mission, Connor might eventually begin to warm up to his partner, and his priorities might shift unexpectedly.

Nick Valentine is a synth, or Synthetic man in Fallout 4. He is a mysterious prototype with the implanted memories of an old detective that lived over a century ago, and woke up in a heap of garbage after being dumped by his creators, the Institute. He's quick witted and snarky, and although his damaged components might make him appear intimidating at first, he is a deeply compassionate man who genuinely cares about doing the good thing, and this has earned him the trust and respect of his community.

[hibiscusseaart]

So about Time Travel Tobirama

He gets back in his childhood, the period when Kawarama was already dead, but Itama still alive, just cuz I like Itama alive and well, ok. (also i love the idea of Itama the weed shinobi by @oh-no-its-bird so)

And he starts to think and strategise smth like "Ok, I need to kill Black Zetsu, but idk where he is. But he should be around Uchihas, so I must come closer. But I cant just go there, we're not in peace, they'd kill me. And I don't exactly know when Black Zetsu is gonna try to manipulate Madara. So I also have to monitor Madara and make sure Izuna doesn't ever dies, to ensure that Madara won't lose his shit".

So, he's really logical and his conclusion was "So the easiest way to monitor the Uchiha clan is to marry an Uchiha." But he can't just marry a random Uchiha, it'd be shitty for politics he is the clan heir after Hashirama after all + it'd be nice way to strengthen peace via marriage. Plus he needs to keep close eye to Madara. So. Marrying Madara it is. Or Izuna. But first of all, Izuna is annoying and second he still needs very carefully look for potential signs of Black Zetsu corruption and it's better to do that when they're in close quarters. So the best case scenario is Madara's hand in marriage.

Killing Madara might be easier, but Hashirama would be sad. Plus I think the ppl who helped him to be sent in the past (coughnaruto who said that) told him smth about that Madara and Hashirama are Indra and Ashura reincarnations and be like "What if daddy Sage gets angry..."

So yeah no killing Madara. Even though he kinda wants to.

And to be clear, he had this plan in the few days he's back in his baby body. He's like 10-12 or whatever, when Hashi starts running to the river to meet Madara. Oh and Itama is safe and sound cuz Tobi said fuck Butsuma and went to safe his baby brother.

So one day Tobirama follows his brother to the river to actually meet Madara before his father decides to fuck everything.

So, Tobirama's the most fucked up honeypot mission officially begun. Tobirama is gonna be like "Ok i need to impress a 12 yo... But I cant just show him a cool jutsu, he might think about me as a rival or whatever... Kids like praise and cool things... Maybe I can tell him that he's cute and find him a cool stick? Should I ask Anija to make a cool stick?"

He meets Madara (without a stick, Hashirama might've suspect smth) and be like "Wow, Anija who would've known you've made such a cute friend" (Tobirama is hard cringing in his head, he's not the best in honeypot missions) and Madara, being about 12 year old, is standing there covered in mud, cuz Hashirama threw him into river or whatever + the little hc that he's kinda ugly when he's in his teens. Like Madara thinks of himself as strong and cool, but not particularly handsome with his wild hair and eye bags.

So Madara is smitten cuz wow pretty boy with red eyes said that He's cute!!!

Tobirama looks at Madara's dopey smile and thinks of the first phase as a success. Now Tobirama starts to spend some time with Hashirama and Madara to monitor their surroundings from their clans, while Itama distracts their father, and also try to win over Madara when he is still an impressionable kid. Plus he starts hinting that they may be Senju and Uchiha and that they should be prepared. But well they're kids who wants to escape all that war and just play with a peer so.

Long story short, Madara be like "So we're gonna make a village and then I'm gonna marry Tobirama!"

Tobi "fuck yes, a bit ahead of the schedule, but sounds good, i'm in"

Hashirama is outraged bc THATS HIS LIL BROTHER!!!

So Tobirama plays hard and makes Madara promise to marry him when they're old enough.

But then well, they're still found out and they still have a fallout cuz of their clans. But Tobirama made them promise to try hard for peace (and marriage), so now they just have to wait til Butsuma dies and Hashirama can become a clan head.

Tobirama tries not to be so efficient at killing Uchihas cuz he will be their family later so he tries to avoid it and just knock out or use some non lethal methods. Hashirama mostly fights Madara and it's almost sparrings at this point. Itama works on his weed empire and learns healing.

Well one day Butsuma dies and Hashirama and Tobirama bully their Elders and rush to try for peace. Tajima (who I think is still alive) is suspicious of all of it and stalls af.

So one day on the battlefield Tobirama says "So, marriage when? You promised asshole", making all the Uchiha and Senju stumble and "HUH?!"

So now many of the Senju and Uchiha now know that Uchiha clan heir apparently proposed to the Senju heir ??? Everyone is confused.

Madara, still crushing hard on Tobirama, catches this opportunity and bullies everyone to allow peace and let him marry Tobirama. Uchiha allow it only cuz everyone knows how crazy Uchihas about loved ones and Madara is the strongest one. They kinda afraid that if they won't allow it, he'd go crazy (he would).

So Madara gets his trophy wife Tobirama, Tobirama gets his safari zone with Uchihas in their natural habitat.

Tobirama is a surprisingly good husband to Madara, cuz with all that Zetsu thing, he's attentive as hell. "Something bothering you, dear husband? Do tell me everything."

At first they think he'd learn things and will tell that all back to Senju, but Tobirama tries to assure them "I don't really care about details. Tell me about how it makes you feel." (he looks for the signs of Zetsu corruption)

So basically Tobirama marries Madara to become his therapist. Madara is very much in love and constantly brags how much his spouse loves him and that he always listens his worries.

Izuna is mad as fuck about all of it btw. He thinks that Tobirama has ulterior motives and hides something. (He's right. ) But Tobirama dutifully plays his part as an attentive spouse and makes plans for bettering Uchiha clan just so that the village won't suffer. He'd probably would prescribe them regular therapy for everyone who awoken Sharingan.

also @fashionredalert write a snippet for this au with madara in the mud! pls check it out!

[savingthrcw]

It's him, she told herself again, and considered pointing out that he had quite an expressive face - from her point of view at least - so every time he went blank-faced she knew he was holding back on something. Even as he laughed at her words, she kept studying him with more attention than she had given to anything. It was him. It was him. She knew it, because she also knew that she had been out there for twenty years and he had found her right at her worse, when she was a grown woman leading one of the biggest camps of criminals of the Wasteland, literally the opposite of anyone would want if separated from their daughter.

"Roosevelt. We had a dog named Roosevelt. I used to give him my peas but not broccoli because despite popular opinion I liked those. My idea of a Sunday lunch with you," she continued listing without a break, desperately bringing back all those little memories so he'd understand who she was. Because if she told him 'Cooper Howard was my dad' and he called her crazy, she may end up ripping his face off out of reflex, so she had to find other sentences that wouldn't make her overreact to his sarcastic comments, and as she did her accent and ways to speak reverted into her regular, correct, speaking ways, "Was mac and cheese and nuka cola, but that wasn't great for a kid, and I tried to buy your silence offering you my drawings-except no, mom would know about that," she looked at the screen, annoyed, "She could've put me up to this, I have to find something only you and I would know, right?"

She had spent years preparing herself for scenarios when her mother may reappear in one form or the other, including getting someone who looked like her dad enough to lower her defenses. A ghoul could've fit the bill too, she couldn't very well be certain of what his face had looked like, except she wouldn't have put him in a box underground in the hope that she'd sympathize and pull him out.

Her fingers tapped on her knee fast while her mind ran, something only you and I would know, and she closed her eyes for a moment before sighing, because yeah, there was one thing that he wouldn't have had time to tell to her mother even if he had wished to, and that no one could have reported, because no one who was at that party was allowed into the Vaults.

She looked right back at him, only focused on getting her point across: "When the first bomb fell, I was the only one who saw it. You were inside the house, looking for a slice of cake for me, because it was a birthday party and I wanted some. And when you came out and you saw the smoke, you told me that was smoke, Janey, it was just a fire, but it wasn't, and we ran away on Sugarfoot." And once again she cringed, "Except that's too much detail, you wouldn't remember that after two hundred years. Hell, do you remember having a daughter?" she brought a hand to her chest, looking at him again, "Janey?"

She had been told over and over that people couldn't remember details as well as she could, and it was hard for her to tell what was reasonable to expect from people to know, because they all fell under the 'your memory sucks' category. Lee remembered everything about Rose nearly twenty years since meeting her, but that was because of trauma, and her father wouldn't have associated her with any trauma, would he? As much as he had been a great father to her, two hundred years were a lot, probably, to remember someone who had been around for ten or so. Fucking Roy didn't remember his mama, and he had been around her for eight years, because twenty-two after those were too long to keep her in his memories. That was just how normal brains worked. Maybe. Roy was an idiot. But she remembered her dad, and she had to get through him somehow. If only there was some physical proof she could show. But there were no special birthmarks or scars, just those private, shared, memories.

"I know, shut up. Stop moving, I'm not gonna hurt you."

The Ghoul gave her a look that patently conveyed how believable that unsolicited promise was, but said nothing.

...What was she doing? Why had she paused the movie?

An icy feeling suffused his veins as he finally realised what the raider was doing.

Oh, shit.

She was comparing faces.

The Ghoul slowly tilted his head further downwards and to the side, squishing his face more against the side of the tv stand he was slumped against, under the pretext of still being too shitfaced to support himself upright properly. His eyes closed slowly, as he internally cursed the universe for throwing him headlong into yet another clusterfuck of a situation.

Stop it. Don't fucking look.

He wished he was wearing his hat. Although given his old self was wearing the exact same fucking type of hat, that probably wouldn't have helped much to throw this nosy bitch off the scent.

He should've just burned that stupid tape. They were careening towards some unspeakably awkward questions that he was absolutely not willing to entertain.

"Is that you? That's you, isn't it? It is."

The Ghoul stayed silent. His expression was a slate wiped clean - carefully, utterly blank. Sunken, hooded blue eyes flicked to his gun by the couch, regrettably well out of reach, then back up to Roy and Pat, as if to gauge their reactions to this ridiculous and incendiary accusation. They seemed rather uncomfortable about this line of questioning, themselves.

"Maybe... Give him the time to answer?"

One of his gloved fingers brushed against a glass shard on the floor underneath him.

"Maybe shut the fuck up! Get out!"

At the sudden burst in angry volume, he fumbled, and lost his little shard of glass. Shit.

The boys promptly turned tail and got the hell out. Well, there went any hope of a buffer between him and Crazy.

"You are him."

The Ghoul flopped his head back against the trolley, and wheezed out a rasping, bitter little laugh, edged with disbelieving hysteria.

"You step on one o' them syringes?" he enquired acerbically by way of reply, leaning heavily into the slurred drawl.

"Bump your head a few dozen times on the way here? You need to get your fucking eyes checked, swee'heart."

@savingthrcw

[ariahmichelle]

Runaway Love

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: After a messy fallout with your family, you feel you have nowhere to go. You turn to one of your only friends that has a place of their own, Rafe Cameron. You expected tension, but not late-night talks and stolen glances that make you question everything.

A/N: my requests are open, also check out my new series coming soon!

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Rafe knew something was wrong the moment he opened his front door.

You stood there, drenched from the rain, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, your eyes rimmed red. You weren’t crying anymore, but the remnants of it were there—the uneven rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips trembled ever so slightly, the way you wouldn’t meet his gaze.

Rafe had seen you in a lot of states—laughing at his stupid jokes, rolling your eyes when he said something cocky, swearing at him when he pushed your buttons just to get a reaction. But he had never seen you like this. Never this… small.

“What the hell happened?” His voice was softer than he meant for it to be.

You hesitated, shifting on your feet like you weren’t sure if you should even be here. But then the sky rumbled with another crack of thunder, and you sucked in a shaky breath.

“Can I come in?”

Rafe didn’t hesitate. He stepped aside, letting you into the warmth of the house.

—

It wasn’t until you were wrapped in one of his hoodies, sitting on the edge of his bed with a steaming mug of tea between your hands, that he finally asked the question burning in his mind.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

You stared into the cup, like maybe the answer was hidden in the swirling liquid. “I left.”

Rafe frowned, shifting to sit beside you. “Left where?”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Home.” You shook your head, voice quieter this time. “If you can even call it that.”

Something in his chest twisted.

Rafe had known you for years. You were one of the few people who had stuck around, who could handle his bullshit, who called him out when he needed it. You’d spent more time at his house than your own, but he never questioned it. He never thought to ask why.

Now, he wished he had.

“Talk to me.” His voice was steady, but his hands curled into fists at his sides. “What happened?”

You exhaled sharply, setting the mug down on the nightstand. “It’s not like it was just one thing, Rafe. It’s been bad for a long time.” Your fingers twisted in the hem of his hoodie. “My dad—he drinks. A lot. And when he drinks, he gets angry. My mom just pretends like it’s not happening. Like I don’t hear the shit he says, like I don’t—” You cut yourself off, shaking your head. “I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

Rafe’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t used to this kind of anger—the kind that made his vision blur, the kind that settled in his chest like something heavy, something that made him want to destroy.

Because you had been dealing with this alone. And he had never noticed.

“You should’ve told me,” he said, his voice tight.

You scoffed. “What were you gonna do, Rafe? Fix it?” You shook your head. “It’s not that simple.”

His fingers twitched, resisting the urge to reach for you. “You could’ve stayed here.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him. “I didn’t want to be your problem.”

Rafe let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. “You’re not a problem. Jesus, Y/N.” His voice softened. “You’re my best friend.”

Something in your expression shifted. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “And you’re staying here. As long as you need to.”

You blinked, like you hadn’t expected that. “Rafe, I—”

“No arguments.” His tone left no room for debate. “I mean it.”

A beat of silence stretched between you, filled only by the sound of the rain tapping against the window. Then, finally, you nodded.

And for the first time that night, your shoulders relaxed.

—

The days blurred together after that.

At first, you tiptoed around the house like a guest, like you weren’t sure if you were overstaying your welcome. But Rafe made it clear—this wasn’t temporary.

“You keep leaving your shit in my room,” he teased one morning, holding up a pair of socks you’d apparently abandoned on his floor.

You rolled your eyes, snatching them from his hands. “I’ll clean up, Cameron. Relax.”

He smirked, leaning against the doorway. “Didn’t say I minded.”

He didn’t. If anything, he liked it. He liked walking into the kitchen and finding you sitting on the counter, stealing bites of whatever he was making. He liked the way his clothes looked on you, the way you curled up on the couch at night like you actually belonged here.

Because you did.

And maybe that scared him more than anything.

—

The night it finally happened, you were sitting on his bed, scrolling through your phone, when you let out a tired sigh.

“I should probably start looking for a place.”

Rafe looked up from where he was sitting on the floor, tying his shoe. “Why?”

You gave him a look. “Because I can’t live here forever?”

He frowned. “Why not?”

You blinked. “What do you mean, ‘why not’? I’m not your responsibility, Rafe.”

His jaw ticked. “I never said you were.”

You sighed, setting your phone down. “Then what are you saying?”

Rafe hesitated. Then he stood, moving closer until he was right in front of you. His fingers brushed against your knee, a touch so light you barely felt it.

“I’m saying… I don’t want you to go.” His voice was quiet.

Your breath hitched.

He exhaled, shaking his head. “I should’ve known. I should’ve seen what was going on with you. And now that I do—” His fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie on your thigh. “I don’t want you anywhere near them. Ever.”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. “Rafe…”

“Stay,” he murmured, his eyes searching yours. “Stay with me.”

You should’ve said no. You should’ve told him this wasn’t a good idea, that staying with him would only make things more complicated.

But you didn’t.

Because the truth was, you didn’t want to leave either.

So instead, you whispered, “Okay.”

And when Rafe’s lips brushed against yours a moment later, soft and hesitant, like he was giving you the chance to pull away—you didn’t.

[multific]

Veils of Rivalry

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary: You hated him, but you also didn't. It was complicated, but it also wasn't.

Once upon a time, in a Hogwarts, there were two individuals who were known far and wide as the fiercest enemies. 

Their names were Y/N Y/L/N and Mattheo Riddle, and their rivalry was the stuff of legends. 

They clashed at every turn, their sharp tongues and quick wits always ready to spar.

And it all started during your first year. 

Mattheo was as confident as ever getting into Slytherin. And you? Just a very lost Ravenclaw who was looking for their next class.

He ran into you, and didn't even apologise or help you collect your books.

"Rude." you said as he continued his walk.

It was only the first time but then words were exchanged and soon, the entire school knew, you and Riddle mustn't be left in the same room.

Despite your mutual hatred, there was an undeniable tension between you that neither of you could ignore. 

You denied your feelings, determined to maintain the facade of hatred that had defined your relationship for so long. 

But as fate would have it, circumstances plotted to bring you together in a way neither could have predicted.

One fateful night, a masquerade ball was held in the school, and both of you found themselves in the big hall. It was during your sixth year.

You didn't even notice that you were dancing around him.

In a moment of pure bliss and fun, you found yourself drawn to Mattheo, your hand reaching out to touch his arm. 

He looked at you, surprise and something else flickering in his eyes before he pulled you into his arms and led you onto the middle of the dance floor. 

You moved together in perfect unity, your bodies pressed close as the music played loud in your ears. You smelled tobacco on him, he smelled your sweet perfume.

As the night went on, it was as if all those arguments never even happened, as if you both forgot who the other was. 

And then, in a moment of pure impulse, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

A spark igniting that neither could deny. You weren't sure why you kissed him.

When you pulled back, your eyes went wide with shock and something else, something that felt dangerously like lust.

For a moment, you stood there, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. 

But then, this time, he leaned in and kissed you again, your passion igniting like wildfire as you finally allowed yourself to acknowledge the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

"Riddle," you said with a desperate tone, you hated to sound like that.

"Come with me." he said with such a soft tone of voice. 

You followed him to a silent corridor as you leaned against the wall, he trapped you in with his arms next to your head.

"I don't know what you are playing at, but I'm serious."

"I'm not playing." your reply was immediate, his eyes never left your eyes, you reached out and pulled him closer by his shirt. "Kiss me please."

And he didn't need to be told twice. 

His lips melted with yours, his arms moving to hold you closer. 

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~Masterlist~

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/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE, OR TO STEAL ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[chaosintheavenue]

Random Rust Eagle dude: So where are you from?

Trin, currently pissed off with Amp for some petty reason:

Bonus:

[speaking-riddlish]

Thinking about how Riddlish is handled in cannon and in fics. I've seen people just put random things that happen to ryhm anytime they want someone to be speaking Riddlish and it's like, a minor pet peeve of mine? But every time we see Riddlish spoken in cannon, it kind of makes sense in a way? Like, if you think about what is said, and try to piece together any symbolism based on context, you can kind of understand what they're saying. Like Maddie said, "Riddlish is not an exact language". Putting together the metaphor and symbolism gives you the general idea of what they're getting across. And whenever a fic does this well, it's like an instant favorite.

Let's look at and dicect some cannon examples (I've always kind of found these facinating):

"Feathers and Friends, together alone!"

"Feathers" could refer to Raven, since she's named after a bird. She also has feathers fairly prominent in her character design, so it'd make sense for Giles to say this even though he doesn't know her name yet.

"and Friends" probably refers to Maddie, since she's known him for a while and is presumably his friend. It could also refer to their friendship, and maybe even be a way of including Raven in.

"together, alone" They're here with him, joining him in his solitude.

Putting it all together we get "Raven and Maddie, you're here! You came to visit me!" Which lines up pretty well with Maddie's translation of "he says it's nice to have us here!"

"Can a musical chair change its tone, when the tablet of granite is inscribed with a bone?"

"Can a musical chair change it's tone" The music in musical chairs is integral to the game, yet the song played does not come from the chair, but from the people playing. The tone of a musical chair is something fundamental about itself, and also something imposed by something outside itself. Can it change? Can something change something about itself that someone else has decided is fundamental?

"When the tablet of granite is inscribed with a bone?" A tablet of granite inscribed with something is literally that thing being written in stone, another reference to destiny and inevitability. And what's written on that stone is a bone, is death. Death is what is written in stone. Death is supposedly inevitable here.

From Raven's tone and terrified body language when asking Maddie to translate for her, it's fairly clear that the thing that wants to change is referring to Raven.

Putting it all together we get "Can Raven change from what others have said she's supposed to be, or is death the inevitable consequence of that like we've been told it is?" Which lines up pretty well with what Maddie was asked to translate: "What'll happen to me if I don't sign the book, am I really gonna disapear?"

"The king that sings with pages of sky fears too much the dawn that rises with lies"

"pages of sky" is in reference to the book, and maybe the fairytales themselves. The sky is often used to symbolically reference heaven and the divine. The book, determining people's destinies, fits fairly well into that category. It's almost like he's referring to the book as being from above.

"The king that sings with pages of sky" would then be Headmaster Grim. He's in a position of authority over the students like a king is to his subjects. He "sings with" the book/the stories with his constant insistence that people must sign the book and follow their stories, speaking in unison with them.

"fears too much" this part is fairly clear, Milton's paranoid. The consequences he thinks are inevitable aren't as inevitable as he claims.

"the dawn that rises with" would mean something like "the consequences of" or "the fallout from". Then there's one of two ways the rest could be. "lies" could refer to that which is contrary to what the stories say will happen. If you take the stories as "truth" then changing the stories would be "lies". Or, "rises with lies" could mean the consequences coming from Milton's lies being brought to light. The dawn rises as Milton's lies rise.

Yet the whole thing sounds rather foreboding, giving the impression that something is seriously wrong.

Bringing it all together, we either get "Headmaster Grim told you to follow your destiny because he's paranoid about what'll happen if you don't. But those fears are unfounded. Also something is very wrong." or "Headmaster Grim told you to follow your destiny because he's afraid of what will happen when people find out why you don't need to (and its emplied that that reason is something very bad)" This lines up fairly well with Maddie's translation of "There's something wrong with the book, and if you don't sign, your story will continue... I think". I like the touch that Maddie wasn't as confident in this translation, since the last phrase is more ambiguous. It's not really clear how the foreboding tone integrates into the message without more context than Maddie has, so Maddie doesn't really know what it means.

"The baby bird flies. The snake, it slithers. But the cage holds both, to die and to wither."

"The baby bird flies. The snake, it slithers." The baby bird and the snake are two very different creatures, they move and interact with the world in two totally different ways. Most people also would look more favorably on the baby bird than on the snake.

"but the cage holds both, to die and to wither." the cage doesn't care what is inside of it, it will indiscriminately hold them both captive. The things that make the baby bird different from the snake, and the adorable charms of the baby bird will not free the baby bird from the cage, nor will they protect the baby bird from the grisly fate that awaits it in the cage.

The context is also relevant, since she's talking to Alastair and Bunny, two of her subjects who have just been arrested, but also two of her daughter's friends.

Putting this all together we get "Yes, you enjoy privileges that others do not have, but my affection for you will not compromise my judgement. You are not above the law. I am not above punishing you like I would anynother citizen." While we don't have a cannon translation to compare this to, it seems to make sense. Its immediately followed up with her letting them off with a warning, and despite this interaction, Bunny later tells Lizzie that her mom really is a good queen, but that the curse has stressed her out. I think the Queen of Hearts probably made exploring illegal to protect people from the curse. If she really is a good queen, then this type of objectivity ("I don't care if you're my daughter's friends, crime is crime") would make total sense.