#and I'm sorry if ot doesn't seem like enough

[saebaragi]

my mom said something like this yesterday, that she didn't saw any purpose in life if she can't make me and my sisters happy for longer that we're unhappy, I told her as a parent her role for us is not making us happy all the time, but be there for us even when we're not. now, I think I have pretty debatable life philosophies, but because you asked, I'll tell you how my mind does this even when it gets in a really bad place. I think life has no purpose. I don't believe in making my time alive worth it or a reason behind being in this world. I think we're just here. simple like that. a lot of people find that depressing, I'm sorry if that's the case for you, but I find that beautiful. we don't have to do anything special and there really is nothing we can't do. sometimes is hard for me to keep going, yes there's days I don't wanna get out of bed, but that's fine. yes I feel useless and pathetic from time to time, but is fine. life is made of moments and these moments will make absolutely no sense more often than not, and tbh that's quite beautiful. sometimes you'll wake up in time to see the sunrise or be outside when the sky gets pink at sunset, and there will be no particular reason for looking, is just beautiful. sometimes your earphones that been working only one side for so long will suddenly work on both sides and you can finally experience that one song that is great on earphones completely, or you can even hear 8D audios of all your favorite songs. sometimes you will dye your hair and discover you can always reinvent yourself and your beauty to make you feel so right when you look at the mirror. I don't wanna talk about other people because when I'm in a bad state of mind I hate that, but sometimes a friend will send you a meme that resonates with you so much you'll remember they see you for real, like, you're a person that exists in their life. that's crazy. sometimes you'll talk in the cold weather and see this smoke coming out of your mouth and I just think is really cool. sometimes you will customize a piece of clothing and get surprised at yourself for doing something so cool. and I think is about that, the little moments. you're not here for any reason but you can find a lot of reasons to stay here. if a meaning is so important to you, you can create one. if is not, that's fine, you don't really need it

I'm very sorry to ask something like this, I've really been struggling with this question, and I wanted to ask the combined wisdom of the people on this site

I would like to know why you keep going, and what drives you to keep living. I know there are a lot of reasons to stay alive and enjoy life, I can think of a few that personally resonate with me, but I really want to know what your reasons are

You do not have to comment on this if that's too big of an ask, and I'm very sorry for asking something like this, I really need someone's help, I feel like I don't have much purpose

Also if I may ask, please don't post any suicidal ideation in the comments of this post, I really can't handle something like that right now

[malk1ns]

Most definitely talking about Sid's upcoming heat and Sid's yapping that he doesn't need any help but Geno knows he will get a call the first night of a whimpering and desperate Sid

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"Stop scenting me," Sid snaps the second Zhenya sits down.

Zhenya rolls his eyes. He hasn't even caught his breath from his last shift. Fuck this altitude, and honestly, fuck the Avs too, Sid's cozy little friendship with MacKinnon be damned.

"I'm serious," Sid continues, scooting down the bench to make room for Rusty, who practically dives over the boards to avoid a too many men. Zhenya obediently scoots along with him, grabbing Rusty around the waist to keep him steady.

"Thanks," Rusty wheezes, and Zhenya pats his shoulder before turning back to Sid.

Sid's glaring at him. He hates being ignored under normal circumstances, and it only gets worse when he's careening towards heat—a fact that Sid is strenuously denying.

"Sorry," Zhenya says, making his eyes big and ducking his head. "Smell good, Sid, can't help it."

Sid's eyes narrow. After so many years, he's wise to Zhenya's tricks, and he's apparently not far enough into pre-heat to fall for them anyway. Zhenya adjusts his mental calculations forward a day. "I don't know what you think you're smelling, but it's not me. I'm not due for another two weeks, and we talked about this. I don't need you this time."

"Okay," Zhenya says placidly, tapping Sid's knee. Sid's cute when he gets all worked up and indignant like this.

"Hey—" Sid sputters, probably picking up Zhenya's amusement, but then coach is tapping his line in, so Sid can't do anything but glare as he swings over the boards.

Zhenya watches as he swings a big arc towards the goal, changing direction so abruptly that the d-man shadowing him loses an edge and hits the ice. Sid turns to snap at the guy, and Zhenya readjusts his math again, this time back a few hours.

Pissing Sid off always makes things move faster.

-

They drop the game in OT, but that's okay. They played well, better than they have since the trade deadline, and the shock of losing Jake is finally starting to wear off. Sid doesn't look hollowed-out whenever he looks to his left any more, and Bunting is the exact type of yappy, determined presence on Zhenya's wing that he's always played best with. The postseason is still a reach, but suddenly the games they're playing seem like they mean something again, and that's all Zhenya wants, really.

Playoffs are nice, but Zhenya's old enough now that he doesn't live and die by each individual season anymore. If he can keep his production up for a few more years, avoid major injury and quiet the people who constantly call for him to be traded, he'll be happy.

Well. That, and getting Sid to finally admit that what they've been doing for nearly two decades now isn't just friends helping each other out. But Zhenya can be patient on that front.

Seeing Jake in Carolina colors is hard, and Zhenya discreetly wipes his eyes during the tribute video. Sid doesn't bother, staring up at the enormous new jumbotron with shiny eyes. The win makes it easier to stomach, though, and Jake stops by the locker room after the game, lingering well past when the Hurricanes' bus must have left for the hotel.

He and Sid talk for a long, long time, tucked away in a hallway while Rusty and Zhenya linger, ready to head off any media that comes this direction. They're left alone, though, and when Jake finally slips past them, he's knuckling at his eyes. Zhenya politely doesn't mention it when he pulls Jake into one last hug.

Sid's marching for the parking lot, and Zhenya has to hustle to catch up with him. When he draws even, he practically trips over his feet—Sid smells ripe, fertile and alluring, like he's minutes from dropping into heat. Surely he feels it by now.

Sid slides him a sharp glare. "Don't fucking start," he mutters, angling away when Zhenya leans towards him. "You were right, okay? But it doesn't mean anything."

Zhenya takes a deep inhale and consciously steps to the side, giving Sid his space. "Call if you need," is all he says, cutting towards his car and speeding up before he can give into the impulse to manhandle Sid back to his house and his bed and keep him there.

"I won't!" Sid calls across the garage. Zhenya shakes his head.

-

It doesn't always go this way. Sometimes Sid invites him back, sends him texts like i think it's starting soon and would you mind...? as if any alpha in their right mind would turn Sidney Crosby in heat down. He gets squirrelly when it happens too many times in a row, though, acts like Zhenya's going to hold him down and bite his claim into Sid's neck without permission, and tries to put distance between them.

It never lasts, though.

Zhenya's in his pajamas and glasses, settling in with his Kindle, when his phone rings.

"G," Sid whimpers over the line, and Zhenya sits upright, the sound of a distressed omega plucking at his instincts even at a distance. "G, where are you?"

Zhenya fists his hand in his duvet. "You say you don't want," he says carefully, listening to Sid's gasps, wondering if he'd managed to get something from his toybox or if he fell into it so fast that he's using his hand. Sid doesn't take care of himself like Zhenya would if they were mated, and he's come over more than once to Sid on his belly and whimpering because his own fingers don't get him right.

That's what Zhenya's always been for.

"I didn't mean it," Sid whines, voice muffled. "G, I need you."

Zhenya pulls the phone away from his ear and looks at the screen. Not even ten, and they have an off-day tomorrow. "Sid, you say I stay home this time," he says, but he's throwing his blanket back and getting up. "You change mind?"

"I was lying," Sid moans, frustration edging into his voice. "I was...G, please, you..."

He's falling deeper into it now. Zhenya hesitates; Sid had sounded so sure, more than usual, but...

"Geno," Sid says, practically a sob, and the decision is made. There's only so much his own instincts will allow him to ignore, and Sid calls him every time—if he didn't want Zhenya coming over, he shouldn't be calling.

It takes Zhenya a few tries to remember Sid's new door code, but when he steps inside, the smell of Sid's heat practically bowls him over. Zhenya has to stop and breathe, adjust to the overpowering sugar-and-marine salt permeating the air, before he can walk without stumbling to Sid's bedroom.

"Oh, Sid," he says, pausing at the doorway.

"Please," Sid begs. He hadn't gotten to his toys after all, and he's practically twisted in a pretzel, two fingers stuffed inside himself while his other hand strips his dick. He's come once already by the mess on his stomach, but his dick is so hard it's purple, and his face is twisted in agony, not pleasure.

"Shh," Zhenya croons, voice dropping to alpha-register all on its own. He's across the room and stripping his clothes off before he's even registered it, but when he gets hands on Sid's torso Sid takes in a deep, shuddering breath and relaxes.

"G," he mumbles, looking up at Zhenya through tear-damp eyelashes. "You left me."

"I'm sorry," Zhenya murmurs, gentling Sid onto his back, pushing at his shoulder until his hand slides free. His fingers are shiny with his own slick, and Zhenya pauses to suck them clean, eyelids fluttering at the taste. Sid watches him, chest heaving, and when Zhenya lets Sid's fingers drop from his mouth, Sid trails them down Zhenya's face and chest, resting his hand over Zhenya's heart. "I'm here now," Zhenya says, leaning down to kiss Sid. "I'll take care of you."

"Yes," Sid sighs as Zhenya slides into him, letting his legs butterfly out and his head loll to one side.

Zhenya stares at Sid's neck, exposed and there, and practically bites through his lip, fucking Sid harder. He wants to bite Sid so, so badly, has for years, but Sid always pulls back just when they're on the precipice of turning this into something more, always ices Zhenya out when it starts to feel too serious, and Zhenya's not going to push—it has to be Sid's decision.

Something of what he's feeling must be leaking through, because Sid opens his eyes and looks at him. His eyes are blurry; he's deep in it now, and every exhale is a half-purr as Zhenya's knot starts to grow and catch at him with every thrust. "Mmmm," he moans, the perfect picture of an omega submitting to his alpha, but the way he tilts his head to expose his neck is all purposeful, as is the way he coyly looks at Zhenya.

"Sid," Zhenya groans, grinding his teeth. He can't stop himself from dropping to his forearms and getting his nose into the crook of Sid's neck, licking frantically over Sid's scent glands. The smell of them blooms in the room, heady and intoxicating, and Zhenya's thrusts go ragged and desperate as his knot swells. "Sid, please." He feels drunk, he doesn't even know what he's asking for, opening his mouth around the meaty muscle where Sid's neck meets his shoulder.

Sid's hand is at the back of his head, but he's pushing, not pulling Zhenya back, and Zhenya's teeth dig into Sid's skin. His "bite me" is barely audible, but it's the loudest thing Zhenya's ever heard, echoing over the roaring of blood in his ears and their breath.

He bites. The world falls away.

-

When Zhenya swims back to consciousness, his knot still hasn't gone down. Somehow, Sid had managed to get them on their sides, and he's petting over Zhenya's sweaty back, nuzzled up against Zhenya's chest and humming.

"Sid?" Zhenya croaks, eyes flying open when he remembers. "Oh, fuck, Sid, I—"

"Shh, it's okay." It's Sid's turn to soothe Zhenya, purring until Zhenya's heart slows down. Zhenya's nostrils flare as he inhales, and all he can smell is happy, contented omega.

"We..." Zhenya's floundering, head spinning as he tries to put the pieces together.

"I asked you to do it, bud," Sid says. He sounds quiet, but sure. "I wanted it. I was..." He sighs, and Zhenya can feel him shrug. "We can talk about it later, but...I was talking to Jake, and he said, you know, we're lucky—it doesn't matter what happens, because in the end we always have each other. And then I got home, and I was thinking about how he's right. You've had plenty of chances to leave, and you never did. And you always come when I need you. So...it felt stupid, to be pushing you away still."

"Sid," Zhenya groans, half infuriated and half overcome with fondness. If they weren't still knotted together he'd pin Sid down and bite at his sensitive, ticklish stomach as punishment until Sid was laughing and kicking him away. "You say to me when you think these things, like, don't make me come run over so late, scare me like I do what you don't want."

Sid shrugs again, and now he smells smug. "You always come when I call," he says, and Zhenya can't even argue that point.

He wouldn't want to, anyway.

[thebottomfromhell]

Hey it's me so I was thinking that how the upper-moon react when they're jealous- like some girl or guys just woke up to the reader and start to flirting with him right in front of the upper-moon

Nice to got you here, thank you for always re-bloging. I hope you like it and sorry for the wait.

Uppermooms getting jelous for gn reader. (I will use "them" for the person who started to flirt with reader.)

Warnings: Cannibalism, Death of unamed character, Self-harm (Gyutaro and his canonical violent scratching), Implied sexual content, Assault, Canon insecurity to ot's respective characters, Gyokko and Douma are their own warning, Torture.

Gyutaro:

He knows when someone is about to flirt, you know where he lives. He can tell when you are going to approached, so he leaves before that happens as he scratches his face. He seems downhearted when you find him after rejecting the other person, and he refuses to talk about it. The next day he bahaves as normal, but you still try to see what is wrong.

When you tried to talk to him, Gyutaro scratches himself, hard. It's enough to tear skin and make him bleed. "NeEeEe, just cut it out! Go with someone that is not as ugly and disgusting as me! Neee! You can have anyone so stop nagging me, ne..." It's inpossible to comfort him, Gyutaro is convinced that is just matter of time before someone else can take your attention from him. You try everything, but he doesn't believe that he can compete with whoever flirts with you.

Again, he easily acts as always later on when you drop the subject and he doesn't act upon it ever, but he is still jealous and bottling it up. He is resigned and doesn't see reason to do anything as long as you fon't bother him.

Gyokko:

Most of all, Gyokko is offended. How dare them to flirt with his darling in front of him? The disrespect! Second of all, he kills them. Easy as that, he doesn't ask questions or even react beyond that. Just a gasp, some few seconds to get even more offended and then he summons tentacles for them to torture that person.

After that, with the agonizing from behind as the tentacles squeeze, pull and twist limbs, breaking bones and ripping flesh, he just starts complaining to you, similar as if he had a bad experience at WalMart. "Can you believe it? They acted as if I wasn't even there! There is no respect anymore!"

Besides that, he understand that it's not your fault and doesn't take it out on you, but he is going to complain for hours straight. And heaven's forbid he remembers it later when talking with someone else, because he will spend hours complaining again. "Don't interrupt me, I'm not finished. As I was saying, it was insulting! How dare they?" And there is no way stopping it.

Sekido:

If Sekido is always angry, how could you explain how he's feeling now. Livid? Not enough. Furious? Not enough. There are no words to describe his rage, except one phrase. "You're jealous..." you say incredulous as he pants after having stabbed the person who was flirting with you with his staff.... plural. There are like 14 still electrified, five on the chest and stomach without fully going in to not pierce organs and the one he just killed him with, the head.

"Don't say that crap, they just made me angry!" He tries to explain himself, but... this is a lot for only "being angry" "Why did they have to flirt with you?" He mutters under his breath, he is still mand but doesn't want to take it out of you.... yet. He will if you become too annoying. You just let it be because after what you just saw you don't want to be beaten up by Sekido.

It passes after a while, and he even apologizes... for the wrong reasons... "Sorry for causing an scene. I was just so angry! I'll try to be more discreet next time." Still, you take it and shrug, there is nothing you can do anyway, he would not have stopped even if you asked.

Karaku:

Karaku is a chill dude, very relaxed. He can't get jealous, can he? "Oh, we are flirting with Y/N? Well, you had your turn already, my friend. Now is mine, so get lost." He is still chill as he throws himself over you, passing his arm over your shoulder and getting his face just inches from yours. He proceeds to flirt and rizz like the sex god he is, not caring if the other party is still there or not. "Babe, do ya like it when strangers flirt with ya~? Totally deserve it, ya know? Cuz you're so hot and cute one just wants ya~."

He really is chill about it, it's not fake or repressed. He is ok with others flirting with you, what he is not ok is others going around thinking they have a chance. "But they must know you are mine, ya know? Should we give them a show for them to realize it?" He kisses and licks your face.

"KARAKU!" You scream, face red because of how shameless he is as he grabs his own pants. Once he heard you Karaku starts laughing, only to start teasing you. "Sorry love, you're right. I'll leave some for the bedroom.~!"

Urogi:

"GET OFF MY Y/N!" Urogi attacks that person the second you make eye contact with him, taking it as a permission and an ask for help from your part. He is ok with people talking to you, but flirting? "Y/N IS MINE!" He takes them to the sky, grabbing them by his feet to them give a sonic scream once they are 200 feet high and drop them.

Then back down he stabs them with his claws. Once they are finally dead he brings the corpse to you (the eyes are missing, and you know he ate them. But he gor hungry, ok?) "Did I do good? Y/N, did I do good? I protected you, so I deserve a reward, right?" If he was a dog instead of a bird he would be wiggling his tail happy and proud, you can basically feel him shining. C'mon, how are you supposed to scold that?

"Yes, you did good. But don't do it again, ok?" He lunges over you to hug you joyfully. "Yay! Does this mean I can eat them? You don't mind?" Like a dog, he asks permission. And they are dead anyway, so there is nothing that should stop it. So you neither don't look at Urogi while being flirted or put a good poker face."Yummy!"

Aizetsu:

"I'm feeling sad." He tells you, tugging weakly your arm, pouting. "Y/N, I'm sad. Can I please have a hug? Please?" The person who was talking to you looks slight offended, not only for being interrupted, but the fact you switched all your attention to those sad eyes beghing for your attention. How were you supposed to not cuddle him?

Aizetsu smiles a little at them, who were flirting with you, just before burrying his face into you, arms wraped in a hug. He knows what he is doing. He gets needy whenever he gets jealous, but instead of having an outburst Aizetsu used his sad puppy eyes on you and makes sure that you only look at him besides showing the other party who is the one you answer to.

There are times he makes himself look so pitiful that you don't even notice that he isn't sadder than usual, he just wants you to stop talking with other people. "Thank you, I really needed. Sorry for being a bother." What a baby.

Nakime:

You didn't even know Nakime could get jealous. But now you just saw her opening a door in the floor to drop someone into her castle only because they told you some pick-up lines. You know you are not going to be seeing them again... ever. If she just send them away, killed them or just trapped them in her fortress, you have no idea.

If you bring it up with her, she plays dumb, even if there is no denying that it was her biwa, her castle, her demon blood art, her. "I don't recall doing so. Are you ok, though? They seemed like a bother." She will speak soflty and gently, smiling a bit to you. That is so scaru you don't push the issue.

At the end you both act as if nothing happened, but she will be doing it again without shame or guilt. She always knows, so forget having flirty people in your life.

Akaza:

Akaza has always been protective, not liking when others get near since he is forever paranoid something bad will happen if he isn't there. In other words, he is easy to make jealous. "Y/N IS NOT INTERESTED YOU PIECE OF-" he goes off to attack inmediately, and it just takes one uncomfortable look in your face for Akaza to kill them. But at least he kills them rather fast instead of torturing them.

"You didn't need to go that far." You try and get him to apologize easily. He was too fast for you to be able to do anything about it, but he would have stopped if you told him. "It's just that we are together. We are together and it makes me mad when others don't understand it ot let us be." He answers honestly. Akaza still understands that you can't control other people's actions so he would never take it out on you.

On contrary, he is the one to comfort and spoil you after it to apologize his outburst. He is usually very relaxed with you, so it was a bit scary, still he won't be doing it again unless (he will only attack if you are being hurted).

Douma:

Douma is bad at feelings, bad with his own feelings, that you already knew. But he does understand the desire of others respecting distance or possesions (not that he ever cared), he would not like others taking his fans or his food away, for example. It's a similar sensation when they try to convince you to go un a date, even after you already said no several times. "Understand already that I don't want anything with you!"

Douma doesn't act, at all. He doesn't even know what of all of the situation he is against. If he dislikes anything that person, if he dislikes your actions or their actions, if he dislikes how tired you look, or if he dislikes how repetitive it is the scene, he doesn't know, so he can't act upon it right away. He just knows he doesn't like it.

That doesn't stop him from killing that person, who was still part of his cult, and eating him greedily. He still doesn't understand it, but it's definetely better. It could be that his stomach is full, it could be that they are gone, it could be that he just did something good and let them have an eternal life inside him. "Y/N, if something like this happens ever again, please tell me. I will deal with it."

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou is petty, but really petty about it. When he sees you being flirted by someone else he just... stares. And stares from afar, blank face yet you can see in his eyes both the yearning and resentment... x3. Then the second you look at him he looks any other way, and if you try to make a step towards him Kokushibou will basically run away. And then starts to avoid you. CAN HE GET ANY MORE PETTY?! He can, actually. He is yet to start making poetry about heartbreak, the one you catched him doing when you were fibally able to get close and talk to him after two weeks.

"Why do you let them speak to you like that? It's inappropriate." Well, it's not like you can do anything but reject their advances, like you did. But number one here is very insecure, so the fact that others flirt with you scare him and he dislikes that. "Kokushibou, please. You know I love you, and only you." But as a good lover you start to list why you like him and think he is better than everyone else. He becomes shy and runs away again.

But at least, once he gets over the outburst of his insecurity, is over is easy to reasure. Besides, apart from being a bit rude and shy, he doesn't hurt anyone.

[lassieposting]

I really liked your theories about the prototype and catnip and would like to hear your thoughts about some other stuff if that's okay with you. I'm sorry if it's not organised

who do you think we play as ? at first I thought it was one of the 3 most mentioned characters like Stella or Rich but poppy refers to the player by they (do you think one of those characters uses those pronouns or they used ot to keep the mc a mystery?)

also the most confusing thing by far for me is in the dream sequence we have the gulit hunts you and the radio messages but what do you think "happy and fun why was it done" it's so out of place compared to the others

Also the "get up " radio do you think it's the same as the death messages?

Also why do you think the prototype showed up at the hallucination when we weren't present at the at the hour of joy how did we know about any of this

Also is just me or is ollie after final fight call sound so passive aggressive 😅?

Aaaaaa thank you Nonnie! I'm glad you enjoy my unhinged rambling ❤

So I do actually have thoughts on some of these!

who do you think we play as ? at first I thought it was one of the 3 most mentioned characters like Stella or Rich but poppy refers to the player by they (do you think one of those characters uses those pronouns or they used ot to keep the mc a mystery?)

So like, I don't think we have enough information yet to fully discern who the protagonist is, but based purely on the details we do have so far, I'm tentatively inclined to side with MatPat on this one: I think the most likely candidate at this point is the unnamed Head of Security, owner of the executive slide with the missing name in Chapter 2.

We know that Playtime did take steps to conceal what they were doing from their Average Joe workforce. The instructional posters directly order employees to stay out of the Innovation Wing unless they have authorization. Marcas Brickley's tape indicates that he witnessed PJ Pug-A-Pillar moving around through the gap in the Innovation Wing gate, but he has no idea what the "monster" was, and he's disturbed and distressed by having seen it. The workers in the lobby in the Hour of Joy tape don't seem to have realised that Huggy Wuggy was not a statue. Poppy recalls workers panicking and asking, "What are those things?"

The correspondence between Playtime and the contracted construction company directly states that the secret labs they're building are strictly need-to-know, only to be discussed with those with authorization at Playtime and the building company.

Mommy Long Legs recognises us. Given that the average production-line worker was not aware of her existence, that means we are someone who was high-ranking enough to know about and be directly involved with the Bigger Bodies Initiative.

The Head of Security would absolutely have a good reason to be wracked with guilt. If that's us, keeping the Prototype contained, and the Bigger Bodies creatures compliant and harmless, was our responsibility, and we failed. We knew how dangerous the experiments could be - Huggy Wuggy killed several security staff during his escape attempt, after all, people whose lives were ours to safeguard, people whose families we would have had to break the news to - but we still failed to put sufficient measures in place to prevent a mass uprising (it's implied we as the player character are not fully aware of what happened at the factory, but we know that something went horribly wrong enough for all our coworkers to vanish from the face of the earth). It's entirely fair for us to feel like every single human life lost in the Hour of Joy is on our head.

Rich is an interesting possibility, but while he clearly doesn't like working for Playtime and suspects something is Off about the place - he brings up that the workers aren't allowed to talk to the orphans, and that the orphans are deprived of sunlight in the underground Playcare - he doesn't seem to be actively complicit in Playtime's atrocities. He's a regular day-job worker, not a high-ranking exec, and I don't think he has any clue just how evil his workplace really is. My suspicion is that Rich's audios exist to make a point to the player that good people also worked at Playtime, who didn't know about the Bigger Bodies initiative, and who were slaughtered regardless during the Hour of Joy. Rich exists to provide a face (or, at least, a voice) to the people who were killed who didn't deserve it.

also the most confusing thing by far for me is in the dream sequence we have the gulit hunts you and the radio messages but what do you think "happy and fun why was it done" it's so out of place compared to the others

So personally, I'm inclined to think that this is possibly CatNap, now a young adult, trying to rationalise what the Hour of Joy was meant to achieve versus what it did achieve. Because in the end, it didn't actually do shit. The experiments are still trapped in the factory. Cruelty is still ongoing, only now it's toys hunting toys rather than humans experimenting on children. CatNap is old enough to remember the glee and relief and catharsis brought on by the Hour of Joy, by being free, by being safe, by being reassured by the Prototype that it was all over. And then the gradual, sinking realisation that they're all trapped, every one of them, with a dwindling food supply and no hope of ever going back to their former lives. I think he's asking himself what the point was, when it didn't actually achieve anything long-term.

Also the "get up " radio do you think it's the same as the death messages?

Short answer: Possibly.

That's not Prototype's voice. We've heard him talk in his tape and in Project Playtime - he has a very deep, almost demonic growly voice. Honestly, the get up almost sounds more like Harley Sawyer, the doctor. But we also know Prototype is a vocal mimic, so that very well could be him talking to us, using one of his many imitable voices.

Since the hallucination is guided by CatNap, and CatNap has had a telepathic connection with Prototype, I actually have a few theories on what this could be.

It is Harley Sawyer. We know he essentially tortured the experiments post-transformation, Prototype in particular. This could be a memory CatNap has seen in Prototype's mind of one of those sessions - making a point to the player that the experiments were subjected to horrific abuse and an uprising was their only option.

It's us. Again, if we're the Head of Security, that could be us snapping at an experiment, suggesting we were somewhat callous and not particularly invested in their welfare. Which would make Prototype's Get Up death screens a deliberate mockery - turning our own words back on us.

It's Prototype, same as the death screens, and he's just using someone else's voice. You may have read my theory that Prototype was military, and if this is him, that comes through here; he's a stubborn, hard-headed determinator who has very little patience for us failing to make ourselves useful. He needs us. Get up. We can die later.

As a side note on this section, the "DON'T MOVE. DON'T MOVE AN INCH." voice? I have a fond headcanon that that's us. That's our voice. That's CatNap's - Theo's - final memory before he completely lost consciousness when he was electrocuted: it's us and our security staff cornering Prototype at gunpoint when he brought Theo back for medical attention. That's the moment he was recaptured - Theo's last memory of being human.

Also why do you think the prototype showed up at the hallucination when we weren't present at the at the hour of joy how did we know about any of this

Because it's a hallucination. We're not seeing what actually happened. We're seeing a representation of the protagonist's mind making sense of everything they've learned.

If we are the Head of Security, we know about the Prototype. Keeping his ass contained and making sure he couldn't hurt anyone would've been our primary job. Because we're a human and part of Playtime's executive board, we would have seen him as an evil monster who's violent for no reason, and we would have been given access to the shrink's reports on him - we'd know he's fiercely intelligent, we'd know he's stealthy, we'd know anything that would be relevant to us keeping the facility workers safe. But I think the protagonist underestimated him - a wholesale rebellion prompted by his mind control ability never crossed our mind. And here, I think the protagonist is realising for the very first time just how intelligent he is, just how much influence he has, and that he masterminded the toys' rebellion. We're realising it all comes back to the Prototype. And we're setting that knowledge in the wider context we now have of just how torturous the experiments' treatment and situations were while Playtime was functional.

However, it could also be to do with CatNap, since he's the one guiding the hallucination - Prototype's hand reaches down from on high to smite us, in line with CatNap's religious zeal. It could be CatNap trying to scare us off by showing us the Hour of Joy in a glorious light; his hero saving all the experiments. Fear him, lest ye be smoten, and all that.

Also is just me or is ollie after final fight call sound so passive aggressive 😅?

There is definitely a Vibe about that interaction, a distinct tone that he doesn't have the rest of the time. I'm undecided how I'd read that tone - on one hand, it sounds almost resigned, as though we've made our choice as to whose side we're on and the Prototype considers this us deciding we're his enemy, but on the other...that doesn't match up with my suspicions about his ultimate goal.

It could, of course, also be resigned as in grief. One tired old soldier to another tired old soldier: he knows we didn't really have any other choice than to try to kill CatNap, since CatNap was determined to kill us, and he had no choice but to follow through because all the doctors who could have tended to CatNap are dead, but he's hurting and angry and bitter about it all the same.

Anyway I hope you enjoy these ideas!

[the-heaminator]

do you take fic requests? like, could I request a platonic brotherly norway and sweden fic, maybe christmas centered? (I don't think I've ever read a brotherly fic between norway and sweden...which is so weird considering norwegians call sweden söta bror "sweet brother". So if you do, I think you will be the first) it doesn't have to be the best fic in the world or super long, just something sweet and family centered would be nice❤️

 do, in fact take fic requests, adn i do apologize for the fact that this will not be the best, considering i know next to nothing about norwegian and swedish relations, this is a bit shitty I'm sorry

[Here on ao3]

You wouldn’t think it, but Lukas was a cuddly bastard, he was one of those people that was eternally cold and that was something that had never changed, not along the damn near 1500 years they had known eachother, a millenia and a half and he was always still a cold bastard, there was a reason he was eternally in jumpers and sweaters and blankets, and his fingers were always so cold.

This was something Berwald was used to, having known him for so long he had gotten used to him being a cold little thing, when he was cold he was a whole lot slower than he normally was, it was like he tried to conserve heat, and it wasn’t that he was particularly lively to begin with, but he always grew slower when cold, and Berwald didn’t like that all that much.

He liked hearing him talk, even if he wasn’t the best at responding, it was nice to hear him talk because as much as he loved Timo, and…tolerated Mathias, they were both really too boisterous, and Emil was a bit like a frightened rabbit around him still, but Lukas was just the correct volume and well, he didn’t have the right word, but temperature of activity, but when he slowed down due to cold, he disliked it.

Sure it was a bit selfish, actually a lot selfish. But for his part, Lukas didn’t seem to mind when he had a hot mug of coffee, mixed with a bit of chocolate and some cinnamon and ginger, pushed into his hand wordlessly, he had grown ot understand what various looks and actions meant of Berwald’s, the man didn’t like speaking unless he had to, and Lukas didn’t want to make him feel any parts uncomfortable.

The coffee warmed him up from the inside and put some life back into his tired eyes, he hated being cold, and the heater wasn’t working today so he really had no other choice to be warmed in this way, no way he could blanket himself over the heater like a fainting victorian maiden, he could see the little smile on Berwald’s face when he did that, admittedly it was probably quite funny to see him try to become one with the heater like a cold, slightly damp cat.

You would think that living in such a cold place would have made him good at dealing with the cold, but it didn’t.

Well, technically he was good at dealing with it, just the way he dealed with it was by slowing the fuck down and trying to conserve heat, effective if not very interesting.

Berwald had also sat down next to him, making Lukas look short when he was anything but, Ber was just really goddamn tall, 5'9 to 6’2.

They all had a bit of a caffeine dependency, but it wasn’t as bad as Timo’s just yet, that man drank enough coffee to give a hummingbird a hearts attack but the he was still standing, either through an absurd rate of metabolism, or, more likely, considering how plump he was, it was that he was just a strange creature. 

Anyways, coffee in hand, warm socks worn and jumpers on, they sat, in relative silence, the silence spoke more than words ever could, it spoke of comfort and trust and a lack of things being set on fire thanks to Mathias and his abysmal record in the kitchen.

It was nice, it was, they had put the lights up for christmas a week ago, Lukas was quite reasonable with this and did it about a week and a half before christmas came about and took them off after new years, after he recovered from the persistent hangover or buzz that came with the feverish time between Christmas eve and new years day (or two), it was hard to tell where the buzz stopped and the hangover started.

It spoke of quiet and it spoke of warmth. Not a romantic warmth, that was reserved for Timo, in Berwald’s case, but that didn’t make this any less nice, warm and happy.

Warmth was good, it felt less like he was buried under cold molasses, and now more like he was under warm honey, still thick and slow, just less so, less like feeling there was wool in his head, now just cotton, coffee would wake him up, usually do at least, but right now it just sent him to sleep.

“Söta bror.”

He did not wake up, which was fair, he was breathing all slow and sluggish now, honestly, how did caffeine make you sleepy.

He put a blanket on the sleeping man, keep him warm as he slept, he would not appreciate being airlifted to something softer, and besides, the sofa had his body practically moulded into it, it had Mathias in it too, the sofa was an old saggy thing, very well loved it was.

[solarlotus]

Loving your Obikin ficlets so much! Here is a prompt - Forced close proximity

Who doesn't love this trope? This ended up a bit longer than I anticpated.

Anakin was freezing, Obi Wan didn't need a medical droid to tell him his padawan was dangerously cold. The world they had crashed into was nothing but ice so far with sparse life form readings. Their ship was now covered in at least three feet of snow and the power showed no sign of returning anytime soon, despite Obi Wan's best efforts. The auxillery power was not enough to heat the ship and he couldn't risk turning off their comms or tracker as their rescuers, when they got there, were certainly need that to find them on this ball of ice.

Anakin was responsible for the ship being in as good a state as it was. He truly was the best star pilot in the galaxy, as well as a cunning warrior Obi Wan thought affectionately. He could think of no one else with the skill to pilot a failing ship through an asteroid field into a planet which seemed composed entirely of blizzard whilst being chased by separatist drone fighters. The drones were now burnt out wrecks, quickly disappearing under snow. They had escaped with nothing but a clipped rear engine, and unfortunatley for Anakin a nasty gash on his arm as he's been flung across the cockpit.

'Obi, let me help,' Anakin said through chattering teeth. His face was deathly white and his lips were far too close to blue for Obi Wan's liking.

'Absolutly not, you're hurt. We need to get bacta on your arm.' Obi Wan knelt down next to Anakin. 'Stars, Ani, you're freezing,' Obi Wan said, sounding terse with worry. He clutched Anakin's freezing fingers to his chest, then rubbed each hand between his own. 'I've neglected you.'

Anakin merely looked up, took weak to retort. His sleeve was soaked in blood and his body shivering. Obi Wan said nothing, his jaw set in concentration as he removed Anakin's tunics, wrapping his body in a blanket ot try and keep him warm, before getting the bacta.

'Damn,' he cursed. 'It's karking frozen.' Anakin's eyes were sliding shut now, he was dangeorously cold. Obi Wan took a deep breath and reached into the Force, curling around Anakin's force signature. 'Stay with me,' he breathed as he lay his hands on Anakin's injured arm, purple with bruising and dripping blood from a deep gash above his elbow. Anakin came to life in increments. His arm gently sealed itself, the bruising receded leaving unmarred golden skin, then his limbs warmed up, colour returned to his cheeks and his lips regained their usual plush rosy shade.

'Master?' Anakin asked groggily. 'What did you do?'

'I used the light.'

'You saved me.' Neither said anything for a while after that, they listened to the wind howling outside.

'Not quite yet, we need to keep you warm now. I'm sorry if this is awkward, dear one, but we should share our sleep quarters.'

Anakin grinned, 'are you propositioning me, Master?'

'Anakin!' Obi Wan warned, pulling another blanket around his shoulders. he manoueved his padawan to the sleeping quarters and into the thermal sleeping bag. 'I'm sorry, dear one, but the best way to keep you warm is to share.'

Anakin smiled. Perhaps he was still woozy from the crash landing and the cold, but his master smelled nice, he felt nice and Anakin had sought his closeness for years, remembering the early days of his apprenticeship when Obi Wan would allow him to cuddle up at night, when he could sleep in his master's warm embrace. He longed for that again, he didn't think he'd been truly warm since leaving Tatooine except on those wonderful nights when he could curl up with Obi Wan.

It was a tight fit to get them both into the sleeping bag and Obi Wan had to use the force to drape further blankets over them. But eventually they were settled, so close they had to wrap their arms around each other, that Anakin's face was buried contentedly in Obi Wan's neck, his mind calmer and more peaceful than it has been in years.

'Are you okay with this, dearest?' Obi Wan whispered in the cold dark, the beep of the R2 unit the only sound inside the ship as it monitored transmissions. Anakin smiled into his beard. He was better than okay, he was pressed against his glorious master, Obi Wan's flushed face was invisible in the low light, but Anakin could feel the heat of it, just as he could feel the outline of his cock on his hip. Anakin shifted slightly, pressing into Obi Wan's erection, causing the older man to groan, both with embarrassment and pleasure. 'I'm so sorry...' Obi Wan muttered.

'Shushh,' Anakin whispered. 'Don't, it's perfect, you are perfect.'

Obi Wan said nothing, but he let his padawan plant a soft kiss on his lips.

'Goodnight, Obi.'

[gaycelebtea]

I don’t want to start anything but I’m almost certain Martin doesn’t even like Juanjo. In an interview, he was asked what’s good and bad about Ruslana and he talked about her for like a minute and said there’s nothing bad about her. When asked the same question about Juanjo & Chiara, he had good AND BAD things about them. He even said it was hard to keep a conversation with Chiara going which I thought was a little rude considering she has adhd. He always comments on Ruslanas post very quickly and doesn’t for others. He didn’t even watch Juanjos live he did yesterday

I missed Juanjo's live, but sometimes this is also my impression, I mean Martin not liking Juanjo. I can't really explain it, but he seems annoyed with Juanjo sometimes? Like he doesn't like him? Which is odd because he was the one chasing Juanjo, not the other way around. Right now though Juanjo seems more into the relationship than Martin. Like... he surprised him for his birthday. They were several days apart. Meanwhile Martin commented on Juanjo's bad side in an interview. Why even do that?! And as if Ruslana doesn't have any bad sides?

I don't know enough about Chiara to make a comment, but I cannot stand Ruslana. She is so annoying. I must be the only one because all the Majas (Juantin fans) love her. She inserts herself EVERYWHERE and ALL THE TIME. She has never heard about boundaries. She doesn't know what that is. I remember she used to follow Martin in the house. Like she was his fan or something. It wad odd. I don't think their relationship is healthy at all. I personally don't think anything happened between them, or if something did, Ruslana was definitely the one to make a move. I could also see a scenario where Ruslana made a move on Martin but he turned her down. I have no idea what happened, or if somethng did, but she's like obsessed with him. It's creepy. They remind me of Will & Grace, if you have ever heard of that show (like I said: I'm old, I'm a Millennial). They have a bond, but it's too strong at times, if that makes sense? To the point where it becomes toxic. I also partly blame Martin because he hardly ever tells her to fuck off. I remember one time on OT she was following him everywhere. It was very obvious to everyone watching that he wanted to be alone with Juanjo, but she didn't let him. It was her need and what she wanted that came first. She seems like an extremely selfish and also insecure person. I was shocked when he basically said "wait" and then went to Juanjo. They got to be alone for hours, they even got to take a lengthy shower without her bothering them. It was very refreshing. I was happy he had the courage to let her know. It should have happened more often imo.

As for the new Javis project: I'm so happy for Martin. Proud of him too. But what is Ruslana doing there? She is not part of the cast, is she? She was not in the official cast pic. If she is, my bad. But if she isn't: why is she inserting herself into Martin's life and his projects? Martin is too nice, I swear. I understand they are friends, but this is too much. They are like siamese twins where they can't do anything without the other. It's not healthy. Heck, even Juanjo and Martin spent a few days apart recently, and they are dating. Also, did you see Alvaro's (Martin's acting partner) face? He was literally cringing from Ruslana being too much in that 20 second long clip. I was cringing too. As I said: I cannot stand her. She seems very selfish. I'm amazed Martin can't see it. It's like he's blind or something. I'd love to know what Juanjo thinks about their weird friendship.

Sorry this got so long, lol. I just have a lot of opinions about Ruslana.

[rpcburnbook]

“ sorry, no. literally no one in their right mind is going to think you're rude if you don't respond right away. //

have you considered that some people deal with anxiety ot fears that seems irrational or strange to some who don't have that anxiety, but that the anxiety and concerns re real and consuming to them and their methods or coping mechanism that do not harm you are valid? //

for sure. i deal with it myself. but instead of letting it take over, there are countless ways of coping even if one doesn't have the money to afford therapy. instead of letting your anxiety claim your life, at least look into getting some help. and even with severe anxiety (like i would suffer from anxiety and panic attacks for NO reason at times, so i know what i'm talking about) it's not like this thing goes on 24/7 - in that case, you need to be hospitalized btw. in those moments when you can think clearly, it's easy enough to realize 'hey, my thoughts actually make no sense and i'm making things difficult for myself' and that kind of thinking can help in the long run as well. and don't even think about coming in here to make fun or shoot my words down because i've been IN therapy for years and have come such a long way with tips like this and i no longer fear some nameless stranger is going to hate me forever if i don't respond within seconds because i know that's absurd. i also didn't say that to the op to be rude, but to help them realize their fear is just that - irrational. i was actually trying to help them realize it and feel more at ease. not everything a person says here is a personal attack. some of us are out here with understanding and the will to help out, even if it's only pointing out that the source of their anxiety is really just there to make things difficult, not because it's true. so, yeah, i've thought it, i've experienced it, it's valid, but it's also irrational. not to be anyone's therapist or anything. it's just the longer you live the victim life, the harder it's gonna be to live the victor life. ”

[beef-brisket]

Adam was too exhausted to be possed off. Don't get him wrong. He was very pissed off. The first thing that pops into his mind when he thinks of what to be pissed off at, the ultrasound pops into his head.

He wanted go see is baby- babies. On the screen, moving around. Not some random photo.

But then, when he really thinks of what to be pissed off at, he thinks of his mom and sister. Fuck. He already missed them. Of he knew that coffee date was the last time he'd see Emmy, he would never have gone back to the hotel.

Adam looked out into the darkness. He wants to run. So badly. But Lucifer will definitely see. And it's not like he could afford a plane ticket. Wait- he could message them! Where's his phone!?

Adam hunted around his pockets, then went inside to his bag. Lucifer watched as he searched. He didn't step in or help.

Adam: luci, where's my phone?

Lucifer said nothing for a moment. He only spoke when Adam looked up at him.

Lucifer: I don't know, love! Maybe you left ot on the plane

Adam: shit... could you drive me back there? O need to find it-

Lucifer: no, no, no, no~. Impossible, Addie, it's late, we're staying

Adam: impossible? If you dint want to go, I can drive. Just give me your phone so I can use a map and I'll-

Lucifer: Adam, that planes gone! No more plane, nope! It took off for America over an hour ago!

Adam: w-what...? But, Luci, I need to get in contact with my family- they need to know I'm alive!

Lucifer: Adam, we need to lay low for a while! That's the point of being here! No one can know. Not even your family. Not even Charlie knows! I'm in the same-

Adam was starting to panic. Oh no, Charlie doesn't know where we are?! He got fucking kidnapped!

Adam: are you fucking serious!? You kidnapped me! You staged a fucking robbery at my home! I don't give a fuck about Charlie! I don't even know the bitch! You fucking cunt! Take me to the fucking airport-!

((Tw domestic violence- don't worry, things will get better, I promise 😫))

Adam felt a sering pain in his face. He fell back onto the couch, holding his face. It took him a moment to figure out what happened. It was hard to actually focus on what was happening because Lucifer was in his face yelling at him.

Lucifers: Do not fucking insult my daughter! After everything I've fucking done for you-! Don't you DARE do what she did! Onto you dare fucking act like her, Adam!

Adam could help but think this is what Lilith went through before he-? Shit. He needs to calm him down. Lucifer was still yelling at him.

He shrunk back as much as he could and covered himself. He needed to keep an eye on Lucifer just in case. He was only yelling, which was still terrifying, but he could handle that.

Adam: I-I'm sorry luci- I just- my family-

Lucifer: don't you think this is hard for me to? I left my daughter behind! My parents! My siblings!

Adam had no idea Lucifer had siblings. So you'd think he'd be more sympathetic, but no. It doesn't seem like it.

He yelled for an hour before collapsing on the couch next to Adam, exhausted.

Adam tried not to flinch, but he didn't like the fact he was next to him. He tried to shuffle, but stopped when Lucifer looked up at him. He's been crying. Adam didn't notice, he was so quiet.

Adam: ...I'm sorry... for what I said... I'm just... you know... but that's no excuse, I shouldn't have insulted your daughter...

Adam tried not to roll his eyes. That wouldn't be good for his case. But honestly, fuck Charlie and fuck Lucifer. Adam was beyond pissed off, but he had to ask all submissive and scared. He'll just play him for a few weeks, then he'll book it. He'll steal some money and leave- back to America. Then turn the bastard in. Sue him for emotional support- yeah. That's good.

Lucifer: no, no! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I'm sorry Adam. I swear, I'm trying to do right by you but I keep hurting you... I'm trying, really I am. Eveything has been so... full on. But I'm obviously not trying hard enough, there was no reason for me to touch you like that. I'm do sorry Adam

Adam was now mad for a whole different reason. He was being so sincere. He couldn't detect a hint of a lie. Fuck. He could feel his heart hurt as Lucifer explained that he was under a lot of stress, too. And that he was trying to keep it off Adam and the babies.

Adam internally: you're not doing a good job...

Lucifer: How about i make us some dinner - and you can have a bath and then sleep for as long as you want!

God, that sounded good. But if Adam wanted to get on his good side again, he was going to play the sweet and domestic housewife. House husband. As long as they don't get married before he makes his escape- oh! He could sell the ring!

Adam: You're stresses to, Luci. Let's cook dinner together, yeah? You need a rest as well

Adam smiled and slowly held his hand. Rubbing his thumb over Lucifers knuckles, he gave him the sweetest smile he could. He was a tad hard because his cheek was just starting to hurt. Or maybe it was hurting before and he's only just noticing it.

Lucifer: really? You don't have to, Addie. I'm the one that... God, I'm so sorry

Lucifer brought Adams hand to his lips and gave his fingers a kiss, mouthing apologies and praises.

Adam couldn't help but blush and bring his other hand to Lucifers face, and held his cheek.

Adam: it's okay, Luci. I forgive you- let's just forget and move on, okay, love?

Lucifer: y-yeah. You're right... let's start cooking then

Lucifer smiled up at Adam, who smiled back.

Cooking with Lucifer was an interesting experience. Everything was smelling delicious. Watching him grab a large knife and start cutting vegetables was... a bit unnerving. But he didn't show his fear, do Lucifer was non the wiser.

Adam actually had a good night. After dinner, they chatted for an hour about everything anything Adam got an hour and a half to himself in the bath, and now they were in bed, cuddling.

Lucifer was kissing every bit of free skin he could, Adam could feel his heart start racing. He didn't want to do anything with Lucifer, not tonight.

But his kisses weren't sexual. They were loving and soft. Adam was blushing furiously. He gasped when Lucifer ran his fingers over his chest scars. They were one of Adam's favorite things about him. They marked the day he really felt like him. But no lovers had ever touched them. They grazed past them. Not even giving them a side glance. But Lucifer touches and kisses them like he loves them as much as Adam does.

He needs to remember his plan. He can't start falling for Lucifer again. He can't.

But fuck, he was.

Alternative Prison Au

@fanofstuff01 @beef-brisket

Adam walked through the doors of the prison in his new guard uniform. He was of course nervous to be working with very violent people, but his mother helped get him the job here.

A woman with short hair greeted him.

Lute: Hello, you must be Adam.

Adam: I am.

Lute: The names Lute Danger. I'll be your commanding officer for the time being. Let me show you around where you'll be working.

She showed him where everything was and where the prisoners are.

Lute: You need to be tough or they will walk all over you. Some will listen, most won't. Don't be afraid to get a little forceful. It's your life or theirs.

As she explained the rules to Adam, one inmate in particular was watching their exchange.

Lucifer internally: Maybe..... Just maybe he could be my ticket out of here.

[i-arch-my-backula]

Can you pretty please write something about gn!reader reading to brahms? Like Brahms finds them reading on the couch and he insists on cuddling up next to them? I just watched boy for the first time and I now have Brahms brain rot 😌

This is a lovely idea and I would be super happy to do this. I'm not feeling the greatest right now and Brahms is a bit of a comfort character to me so this will be super fun. The only book I really have laying around is Carrie who is also another comfort character funny enough. I'm sorry it's kinda short but I hope you still like it.

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of blood

You sent Brahms off to clean up his room after he made a mess of it. As another part of the punishment you weren't going to be with him while he does it. You picked up a book and began to read. It's Carrie, something you've been meaning to read. You're enjoying the book so far. You hear footsteps and Brahms soon enters the room. You keep your eyes on the book. "Did you clean everything up?"

"Yes. I did. Can this be over now please?" You look at him and nod. He walks over to you and lays right next to you, wrapping his arms around you and You continue to read. "Can you read it to me please?" He asks looking up at you with shinny eyes.

"It's a scary book Brahms. I don't know if you'd like it."

"I would I would please read it." You chuckle and turn the page. "Ok then Brahms I'll read it to you." You adjust yourself and clear your throat. " She stood like a patient ox, aware that the joke was on her (as always), dumbly embarrassed but unsurprised. Sue felt swelling disgust as the first dark drops of menstrual blood struck the tile in dime-sized drops."

Brahms squirmed at the words. "That's really gross. Doesn't she know whats going on?" He asks.

"Well Brahms you'll find out soon enough if you let me keep reading." He nods and you get back to it.

" 'For God's sake, Carrie you got your period!' she cried. 'Clean yourself up!'...'You're bleeding, you big dumb pudding!' Carrie looked down at herself. She shrieked."

"Why doesn't she know?" He asks again. You sigh.

"Brahms you have to let me keep reading ok? We find out later in the book."

"But I want to know what happens now." He whines. You pat his head and roll your eyes.

"Fine, Carrie's mother didn't tell her about periods because she's crazily religous and thinks that if Carrie stayed sin free she wouldn't get it."

"Why are they being so mean to her?" He asks again. "She doesn't seem weird at all."

"Brahms we find out if we keep reading the book ok? Now the books switches between articals, books and a court case about something that happens later in the book ok? I'm not gonna spoil it for you but if you want ot get there you have to sit still and listen to me ok?" He nods and you keep reading. One hand on his head playing with his hair, one hand holding the book up for you to read. About 20 minutes later you look down at Brahms and find out he fell asleep. You smile and set the book down. You adjust yourself and fall asleep next to him too. You can read later. Right now you just want your Brahms. 

[mobiused]

is there any lore about hyewon? feel free to ignore, i just have a hard time finding out if things are about lore or if people are mostly talking about the real-life relationships between the girls

This is so overdue I'm so sorry. But yes, there is. Let's do a timeline (using this term loosely because I don't trust myself enough to promise anything chronological) of Gohye (which is the shipname they picked for themselves btw cuz there's an existing Hyewon which is sometimes confusing) and I'll really try my hardest to take as few detours as possible...

The first time that Gowon & Olivia are officially associated with each other is in the Egoist MV, where Gowon appears in the same car park for a couple frames:

Doesn't this remind you of something? (And not the car park insert pictures from [#] album)

Why are all of yyxy in the car park though? Detour No. 1, but in my opinion the way the sequence is shot, and the way the [] one teaser is shot are meant to be evocative of each other, and is related to the theme of determinism, or more simply the inevitability of the girls leaving Eden and arriving on Earth. (I think the scene in Egoist was meant to suggest the other girls had already been here, on Earth, before, just like in the 'one' teaser, and Olivia was simply the last to get there.)

Next up is not a visual, but the song Rosy. This is the part that explicitly confirms romantic feelings between Gowon and Olivia Hye in canon. Originally (they neutered it after release to something less explicitly wlw) the song description in English was as follows:

Rosy is a song that talks the beautiful yet thorny emotions between 2 girls that draws them like a compass but wrecking them simultaneously without a place to escape to, in which they are being kind but chic, friendly but not close, have feelings for each other but finds it annoying to date each other.

The english is kinda scuffed and I'm mad cuz I can't find the original Korean text to translate either, but this shows that Rosy, sung by Gowon & Olivia, is describing a relationship between two girls who are romantically attracted to each other. Litell_Johnn provides his own take on the rectified/updated Korean description, though it doesn't really connect with the theme of the song at all. Notably, this doesn't suggest the two have feelings for each other.

We get more detail on what the story of Rosy actually is from the Lyricist Darly here, where Darly suggests the character of the 'Rose' is actually Olivia: "And in my mind Hyeju really seems to resemble a rose petal, so maybe for that reason, I think she really fit well with "Rosy"" You can read the full post (which also directly confirms that it's strongly related to the lore, where other b-sides might not be) but here's some edited highlights which I think expands on the nature of their relationship

The overall story is that I compared a woman to a "flower", and people get drunk on her beauty and try possess her and pluck her Towards the solitary rose, already hurt many times before, approaches yet another person The rose thinks, you're like all the others, you're just taken by how I look on the outside Looking at others, who are faking love but actually just drunk on the rose's beauty and only trying to possess it, I wonder how the rose feels? I'm sure you want me, she says, but come at me very carefully, so I won't prick you with these wounded thorns I like the way she says "It won't be that easy" too, because I think it reveals the rose's personality, alluring yet prim "I liked being alone with all my hurt, but wait, I guess I don't hate it when you come near me? What is this nervousness?" is the rose's confused monologue This person doesn't become afraid or fearful of the rose, and instead genuinely understands how the rose feels When the night falls, dangerous thorn bushes will come out of the rose to protect herself, like a habit. So she says hurry and run from me, before you get hurt, before you get lost. But the other person says "I know all of your wounds, so it's okay, I don't care if I get a little hurt". For the first time, the rose has met someone who doens't just want to possess her beauty, but truthfully loves her for who she is. In that way, the two people bloom beautifully into genuine love

That brings us to yyxy's 'love4eva'. Gowon & Olivia aren't shown to interact much, in fact, Gowon seems to find Olivia weird for unquestioningly swallowing whatever the institution is feeding her.

Also IDK if it's just Gowon's rbf but the way Gowon looks at Olivia when she walks in but that's pretty frosty (unless she's putting on airs in front of Yves?). Kind of a massive jump from the relationship that was depicted in Rosy. I guess just because Gowon takes part in ostracising Olivia, doesn't necessarily mean that Gowon doesn't like her...?

I always find the use of rose petals in love4eva interesting, because they're not the representative forbidden fruits, and rose petals are at this point associated with Olivia Hye (Lip's official flower being a rose doesn't really seem relevant in the yyxy arc and also seems like a retcon). All the three girls who leave eden partake in consuming the flower petals. Even though we see Olivia eat her forbidden fruit to leave, we never see her eat the rose petals - so what exactly are they meant to mean? Is Olivia the (nonliteral) sacrifice to leave Eden?

Then, of course, Gowon looks back at Olivia, who they're abandoning, and makes eye contact with her... but keeps running.

Ouch.

Olivia & Gowon don't seem to meet individually after this, but they have some parallels between their Butterfly Teaser arcs.

In So What era, Olivia finds herself in... somewhere that could either be Iceland (with Haseul's feather on the ground) or the Moon (which she set fire to). It's kind of vague, right? (I think it's meant to be Iceland but I'm not confident about it...) I wonder why Olivia would go to Iceland, and then wonder if she went to retrace Gowon's steps.

And then for Hula Hoop, it's just the two of them that get dressed up in their Eden clothes.

I'm wracking my brain trying to think of any more narrative interactions they have, but I really don't know how to finish this off. I might come back to this with a part 2.

[tolkien-feels]

8 for the hobbits? I want all the food-stealing dynamics (and please don't leave out Fatty Bolger!)

Oh my god! However did I miss this? I'm sorry, tumblr notifications are. weird. Anyway, let's have a hobbit party!

Do they ever share (or steal) each other’s food? How do they act/react to it?

Bilbo: Pre-Adventure Bilbo would never steal anyone's food. It would not be proper. Post-Adventure Bilbo? Oh for sure. Only when it's funny, though. Which means he definitely steals food from every elf in Rivendell while saying that's just how hobbits are :) ("That doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about hobbits to dispute it" thinks every elf. Aragorn assures them that's how hobbits are because that's funny. He does, however, refuse to comment on the Bilbo Stole Food Off Elrond's Plate To See What'd Happen incident.) Anyway. Conversely, sharing food is a love language. He just happens to have your favorite food around, come on in, it's so dull eating alone.

Frodo: Baby Frodo canonically did steal mushrooms, so I'm gonna guess he was okay with stealing anything he thought he could get away with. As he grows up into a proper gentleman, though, he stops that. However if you try to steal his food he will slap your greedy hands off his plate. But he shares everything very generously, and he always makes sure to offer food to every guest and friend. Unless he absolutely despises you, in which case you're gonna suffer every second as he pointedly and icily does not offer you anything.

Sam: Would steal food from his brothers and the Cotton boys and that's it. Does share with his sisters and Rosie, and Marigold is welcome to steal anything she wants, which she absolutely does. Invents reverse-stealing during the Quest in that Frodo gets like 2/3 of the food but Sam is very sneaky about it because if Frodo figures that out, it'll backfire. Oh, and eating while cooking is fair game, as is eating things nobody seems interested in. Might steal more ale than it's good for him if he thinks nobody will notice.

Merry: Perfectly capable of refraining from stealing if the situation calls for it, but considers friendly food stealing a bonding activity. Has a knack for keeping meals fun without anything deranging into a mess, and is therefore very popular: the whole of Buckland and part of the Shire will let him steal things and just laugh warmly in response. Wise enough not to steal from Frodo too often, but the only person who can get away with it on occasion, which makes him a hero in Pippin's eyes. Also one of the few hobbits to understand other races have different food cultures and adapt accordingly. Special mention: it's not quite food, but pipeweed is to him what mushrooms are to Frodo.

Pippin: Is the reason those Rivendell elves go "Oh shit maybe Bilbo wasn't lying." Equal opportunity stealer. If he wants it and his hands can reach it, he'll steal it. Semi-constantly tries to steal from Frodo (slapped away, and also scolded), Sam (glared at, and scolded by Frodo again), Fatty (manageable, but Fatty won't be happy about it) and Merry ("Sure!") so you can see by whose side he wants to sit at every meal. Surprisingly generous about sharing, though. Sidenote: he'll never tell anyone this, but he never steals from Legolas because he's afraid to be thrown into a dungeon like Thorin's Company. Would still do it on a dare, though.

Fatty: Follows the Frodo school of thought ("Don't steal from me and I won't steal from you") but isn't as good at looking threatening as Frodo is, which means people do steal things from him, which he Does Not Like. He might let it go once or maybe twice, but after that all bets are off and he's surprisingly good at grabbing unwatched food. Based on literally Nothing I want to believe he and Sam have an alliance against Pippin. 4thAge!Fatty, though, welcomes stealing and sharing just because Saruman hated both and it's now his duty to keep the stealing tradition alive :)

Rosie: Doesn't steal in front of Fancy Company, otherwise steals a normal amount for a hobbit. Hasn't actually stolen anything from Sam since they became tweens, but has very elaborate daydreams about doing it. Volunteers to cook often due to also subscribing to the idea it's not stealing if she's cooking. Will, however, march out of her kitchen anyone who tries to steal food while she's cooking without helping in the actual cooking. (No, not you, Mr Frodo. You're an angel and I'll get you strawberries in November if you want.)

And two bonus you didn't ask for but I feel very strongly about:

Elanor: Is it stealing to bat your eyelashes at your dad until he feeds you as much as mom will allow? Debatable. But even Rosie finds it hard to scold her due to her habit of stealing on her siblings' behalf, which is just Cute.

Honorary hobbit Gandalf, when eating with hobbits: Steals everything. Threatens to turn you into a garden snail if you complain.

[vtori73]

Alright so, I do believe I was right in calling it misogynistic, it's the kind where you have catty girls, who don't like other girls all that much who fight over a boy and prioritize said boy and such. Also the fanservice is insane, I would have dropped it if it weren't for the sci-fi, horror, supernatural parts, that really mainly what's keeping me in invested. The main characters are likeable enough, but I could care less about most of the others, also again it just so weirdly sexual and such, basically full of crass jokes since the whole plot so far is trying to get the main boys balls back (which just *pinching my nose* I just don't know what to say), this really was/is made for teen boys and I got to say I DEFINITELY am not that target audience.

Also, no the romance isn't anything special I'm not going to lie and say it's bad because it is not but like... it's so average, honestly comes off almost generic to me. I've read a lot of romance manga in my time and sorry to say what I've read so far just seems okay, maybe to the average boy manga reader it's good but that just proves to me that y'all REALLY need to read some actual romance manga for once.

I'm honestly a bit peeved, I got this impression from so many people that it was "SO GREAT" ... I'm sorry glad it took me this long to read but also annoyed because I was expecting something actually good. And yeah, no, not sorry but my criteria for something being good does also go by how bigoted/prejudiced a work is and this series is some of the most basic form of misogyny that I don't understand how people aren't making a bigger deal about it.

...

Quick addition:

THIS IS WHY I DON'T TAKE THE AVERAGE BOYS MANGA READER SERIOUSLY, BECAUSE WTF DO YOU MEAN YALL THINK THIS IS A FEMINIST SERIES... BECAUSE THE GIRLS FIGHT GOOD???? SO IT'S FEMINIST REGARDLESS OF IF THEY ARE HAVING PANTY SHOTS AND ALMOST PANTY SHOTS CONSTANTLY OF UNDERAGE CHARACTERS AND ARE FREE OF BEING SEXUALIZED EVEN WHEN BEING BEATEN UP, THREATENED/IN DANGER!!!!! ALSO, WE GOT ANOTHER CASE OF ONLY KIND OF GIRLS/WOMAN WHO ARE ALLOWED TO BE DEPICTED ARE PRETTY YOUNG OR UGLY OLD HAGS (or pretty old hag who doesn't look like an old hag at all and is even a reoccurring joke pointed out in the series).

...honestly, for my own sake I probably shouldn't think too much longer or harder about this series because it genuinely pisses me off more and more if I do, lol.

I will add one more thing though... too many of y'all are suckered into excusing misogynistic scenes or believing they are actually "empowering/progressive" that are at their core just fanservice or whatever. Y'all REALLY really need to actually LOOK past the surface of what the writer/creator is saying and ACTUALLY analyze and think about WHY they decided do x,y, or z because more often than not they wrote it that way on purpose so they could have their cake and eat ot too, so you would think it bigger than it is and they get to get away with still being misogynistic and gross.

I don't necessarily get the hype towards Daanddadann (yes, I added extra letters). I sort of have mixed feelings towards it, one one hand I really like the sci-fi supernatural horror elements and the style/art and I like the two main characters enough BUT... that's kind of it. I don't really necessarily have a problem with the writing but it does definitely come off more as something you would expect from something aimed at teen boys. There is fan service which just comes off odd at times and I'm sorry to say it but the series does seem kind of misogynistic? Just the way it's written gives off vibes of it a bit, not overt but subtle forms (well outside the fan service I mean).

I don't know, maybe it's too early for me to say in that regard so disregarding that comment of mine I just don't see the huge appeal of it what with the fanservice and weird sexual moments like the whole plot of the boys weiner and now balls being taken/gone by an evil sexually harassing/assaulting old lady spirit which too me should MAYBE be talked about! I get why everyone focuses on the scene with the aliens and the main girl, it was bad and weird AND was also fanservice which makes it worse & I won't sit here and lie that it isn't BUT the other parts that happened/are happening are also pretty weird and kind of bad, right? Right?

Anyway, I can't say I'm a fan, honestly being warned by seeing that one scene on Twitter probably helped me prepare for the first episode and enjoy it better because it is a well done anime (so far at least) but now having moved on to the manga because it was a series I planned to check out at one point before the anime dropped because people hyped/praised it... I'm just kind of losing interest, I'm still reading it to see where it goes and if it's worth it though but honestly I don't get it, I don't get the overall appraise and hype, I mean... is this really it?

Also, not even going to comment on the romance, it's not terrible but coming from someone who has read CRAP ton of it in manga form... I'm not really impressed, sure it's better than the average boys manga but that's not really saying much, LOL. But again, tbf, I am still early in the series so we will see!

[reilliane]

hi, I'm not a writer and that might suck but I thought about an angst scenario with Xiao so I thought I might share-

warning for description of injuries and character death and probably ooc Xiao

It all started when you got injured in one of your strolls through the Liyue forests, visionless, surely you didn't had a lot of chances of survival after getting this close to a hirichurl camp, this time you were lucky enough to make it out alive, but with one deep would spreading up from your chest to stomach.

You have not spoke Xiaos name because you didn't want to bother him again, nor seen the healer thinking it will be fine, but it wasn't. In the span of few days the wound have only gotten worse, infected even, but it's only a matter of time right? You can take care of yourself without anyone's help.

You have decided to not inform Xiao about what happened days ago, already knowing how he will react, he'll scold you for your recklessness and call you incapable of defending yourself, you rathered to not bring it up since you heard those exact words so many times before.

Before leaving your room you swallowed a few painkillers so you'll can walk without curling yourself in pain.

Walking up to the top floor balcony of the Inn, you spotted Xiao sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and his back facing you. Trying to not show any signs of pain you greeted him with small "hi".

Xiao only humms, acknowledging your presence without looking at you. You decide to sit beside him, but keeping your distance, knowing that he doesn't like when someone invades his personal space.

This time he decides to speak up.

"Where have you been? I haven't seen you in days. " Of course he won't admit that he was worried because of a sudden disappearance of a mortal that wouldn't leave him alone. He missed you, he missed your presence that seemed to lift up his Karmatic Debt, but he'll never bring it up.

"Sorry, I've been busy" You lie. In fact you haven't left your room in the Inn in days, with curtains closed you changed your bandages daily in hopes that the agonizing pain is only a matter of time, at this point you don't know if the would actually hurts less or you just got used to the constant pain. What matters now is that your painkillers actually work and now you can walk without showing pain.

He seems convinced... or that's what you think.

After sitting in silence for some time, you are starting to get up from the ground to look at the sunset that started to paint the sky orange and yellow not too long ago.

Xiao finally decides to look at you, something is not right. Instead of your peaceful face, he's meet with your furrowed brows as you look up into the sky, your body tense and tips of your fingers turning withe from the way you grip the railings so tight.

Xiao is not the best at reading emotions or body language, but after spending most of his life on a battlefield he knows how someone in pain looks like.

"Are you injured?" He asks in concern.

"It's nothing, really, I'm just a bit tired, that's all. " Another lie, gripping the railings even tighter, you're trying to make up another excuse to leave, so Xiao won't dig into the subject even further.

"Maybe I should get some rest. " You finally let go of the poor railings and make your way towards the exit. "Goodnight Xiao. " Without waiting for his response you get down the stairs and start walking ot your room.

Xiao is left in confusion. The mortal who visited him almost daily, talking his ear off untill late hours, have just showed up after days of absence, haven't said a word about what they have been up to and left as soon as he started asking questions. Not to mention your tensed posture and unusual expression, something was very not right. You were injured.

Swallowing his pride, he decided to make his way towards your room.

Upon entering your space, he's meet with the sent of blood he knew almost too well.

"Xiao what the fuck?" Your voice snapped him from his thoughts and his eyes meet you surrounded by absolute mess caused my used bandages tossed around the floor and bottles of antiseptics, then he saw your figure sitting on your bed with one hand holding your shirt up, pants slightly pulled below your hips, and the other hand cleaning the huge, nasty wound spreading from your chest to your stomach.

Xiao as much as he convinced himself he doesn't care, he felt his stomach drop. "What happened?" He asks in shook, he knew you were hurt but haven't even thought it was this bad. "I told you to call my name whenever you're in danger... Have you seen a healer?"

"I got too close to a hirichurl camp and no i have not seen a healer." It's a simple answer yet it was hard to get out from your throat. Xiao seeing this was the last thing you wanted. "Why are you here?" Now it's your turn to ask questions.

"Do you even see how this wound looks like? You mortals are such-" Xiao is getting more and more frustrated every second he looks at it. How hard is it to just speak his name? If he was there while it happened all of this would take a different turn.

"If you're here to insult me, just leave." You knew how this is gonna go from now, hearing another lecture about how mortals are weak and fragile is not for your nerves right now.

"Do you want to bleed out to death? How many times you need to get injured to realize how weak you are? You mortals-" Xiaos tone was starting to get louder and louder with every word.

"What of I tell you I want to bleed out to death? Now can you please leave me the fuck alone? I heard enough of your lectures." You both only got frustrated with all what's happening.

Xiao was taken back by your statement, but surely you didn't mean this, you are not the person so willing to end their life, surely you put your life at risk many times before and he was there to rescue you, but that was just your recklessness, right?

With that he left, uneasiness building up in his stomach, he shouldn't really pay too much attention to it, you were just a mere mortal but you will be okay... or is that what he convinces himself because with every minute he feels even more uneasy.

You rather not think about the concerning amount of painkillers you took before you went to see Xiao, but now it feels like they stopped working, the pain started to be more and more evident with every passing second to the point where it made you dizzy, the world stayed to spin, so you decided to close your eyes. It's too much.

Xiao couldn't take this... he can't even convince himself that he's not worried, be because he very much is to the point where he started to shake. He can't stop himself, he must see you.

He enters your room, once again, this time eyes closed because he doesn't feel like he can look you in the eyes right now.

"I'm sorry for what I've said." He barley speaks because his throat tightens up form the stress, yet he continues. "Let's go see a healer, I cannot bare to see you in this state" Meet with silence he decides to look at you.

He sees you on your bed just how he left you, only difference is that you are laying in your bed on your side, eyes closed with your wound still not patched up.

You look pale, very pale.

Xiao rushes up to your side, he shakes your shoulder in horror. "[Name]?" As his palm makes contact with your shoulder he notices how cold you are. Xiao moves his hand to your pulse.

It's not here.

Xiao takes two steps back, he feels his heart stopping for a second and stomach dropping as his legs feel weak, he falls to his knees and states at your pale, lifeless face.

Why haven't you called his name or you come to him? If not him then why haven't you seen a healer? Xiao drowned in his thoughts and blamed himself for what have happened.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" he starts to whisper as he feels his cheeks getting wet. The adept was crying.

Good heavens dear this ask is long! _(:з)∠)_ Ehehe, and it's angst..

What's another tragic way to end a conflict? Ah, yes, of course, when it's too late to ask for forgiveness. Scrumptious angst.

Hits the heart, leaves a lasting impression on the guilty character, and just angsts ahead! Now, when Xiao is the guilty character... :')

Sigh :')) oh boy.

What makes this prompt hurt is the fact that Xiao most definitely knows the red flags the moment he saw MC, I mean, he knows the signs of impending doom when he sees one. He's been fighting for thousands of years T-T

And what catalyzes that angst is that he left following the argument, while aware that MC is about to go and see his Yaksha family.

He returns when his worry has been overflown but it is alas! Too late

All that's left is to whisper his apologies to a corpse, but dead people don't get up to forgive someone, don't they? :'))

regardless if you're a writer or not, dear, this is still nice! i'm touched you sent this in 🥺😭💜

[syn0vial]

Hello how are you doing?

I was wondering if you could tell us more about Boba Mand'alor or if you had some recommendations like comics or books about that? I'm sorry if it's been asked before I didn't find it

Thank you in advance!!

i'm doing well, thank you! better, now that i've received this ask :D mand'alor!boba is one of my fave bits of the expanded universe; honestly, i wish they'd done more with him! as it stands, the story arc is only really explored in the novella boba fett: a practical man and the legacy of the force series of novels, but it's still quite rich in terms of character exploration and development. lemme give y'all a break down:

to start, boba did not become mand'alor by choice. y'see, the mand'alor before boba was a mandalorian by the name of fenn shysa. though he was mand'alor, shysa was a staunch believer that the title should instead sit with an heir of jango fett. shysa knew that as the last mand'alor of the true mandalorians and a fearsome warrior who gave even the jedi a run for their money, jango could be a potent symbol to rally for the renewal of the mandalorian people—and thus, so could his heir.

unfortunately, jango's heir is none other than boba fett who, at that moment (post-OT) was [checks notes] hunting mand'alor fenn shysa at the behest of his former kaminoan baby sitter taun we, who wanted revenge on the mandalorians for an attack they'd carried out against kamino some years before.

details are a little bit sparse about the exact order of events when boba eventually found shysa, but suffice to say that things did not go as anyone expected. for one thing, boba didn't end up collecting the bounty on shysa—instead he and shysa somehow ended up on the same side against a rival mercenary group that threatened to overrun them. during the battle, shysa was critically wounded protecting boba from said mercenaries and, knowing that boba wouldn't be able to escape while dragging him along, urged boba to grant him a quick death and take up the mantle of mand'alor in his stead. boba was, to put it mildly, less than enthused about this proposition. however, he couldn't bear to leave shysa to be captured and likely tortured to death, and so granted him a coup de grace and honored his dying request.

so now we have the absolutely delicious juxtaposition of boba fett, a man whose connection to his mandalorian heritage is fraught at best, more-or-less forced into being the commander-in-chief of the mandalorian people. and it's as awkward as one would expect. it seems that most (though not all) mandalorians accepted boba's account that he hadn't purposefully deposed shysa (likely bc shysa wasn't exactly quiet about wanting boba on the throne) but the general reaction to him seemed to be, "you're not one of us. but you're a useful symbol, so we'll let you stay where you are."

boba himself likens it to being stranded in "no-mans-land—too Mando for the outsider but not Mando enough for some of the clans"

on the flip-side of the coin, you have mandalorians who tell him shit like, "well, thank the stars you finally came to your senses; this was always your purpose, you know that, right?" which actually makes him angrier and more uncomfortable than the former reaction, for reasons he himself doesn't fully understand.

something something don't imply to the clone-who-pretends-he's-not-a-clone that he was made with a purpose other than sonhood mkay

despite this tension, boba finds himself, to his own bewilderment, developing a sense of responsibility for the mandalorians he comes into contact with. he wants to look after and protect them. he starts thinking in terms of "we" and "us." and he becomes coldly, viciously enraged when they're threatened.

...which happens pretty dang quickly when the yuuzhan vong invade.

look, the yuuzhan vong are a whole other can of worms, but i'll sum up the best i can by saying that they're an extragalactic race of bio-engineered, self-mutilating torture-slavers who think the gffa deserves to be genocided for the crime of developing combustion engines. it's like fucking hellraiser invades the gffa, idk what else to say.

ANYWAY, these dudes are preparing to invade and, after learning that the mandalorians are the galaxy's ultimate mercenary assholes, invites boba (and his friend beviin) to a meeting to discuss, oh, you know, betraying the gffa to the vong in exchange for not torture-enslaving the mandalorians.

and the vong are like "oh, btw, here's some random prisoner we'll torture-enslave in front of you :) just to give you an illustration :) of how seriously you should take our offer of mercy :)"

and boba, knowing that they're lying, and inwardly seething at their veiled threats toward the mandalorians, calmly answers, "based on [your promise], we have a deal."

translation: "we're gonna fuck you up"

(boba has a thing about sticking to his word, so by phrasing his assent like that, he can justify backstabbing the vong. basically, "i am making a promise based on your promise, but bc your promise is bullshit, mine is too")

the mandalorians then spend a good chunk of the war playing the villains, pretending to be fighting for the vong while in reality, they're siphoning key intel back to the new republic to bring about the vong's defeat.

though the mandalorians' sabotage plays a key role in turning the tide of the war against the vong, it isn't without a cost. the vong, eventually realizing the mandalorians' betrayal, wreak terrible vengeance on mandalore, indiscrimimately bombing the planet and mass-poisoning the soil. one could think of this as a parallel to the glassing of mandalore in new canon. mandalore was already in bad shape due to imperial strip mining and the vong's retribution leaves the planet barely habitable.

also, in the aftermath of the war, mandalore doesn't receive any reconstruction aid from the new republic bc fuck them i guess

things are bleak for the mandalorians. they're short on credits and, unable to grow anything from the planet's poisoned soil, they're forced to rely on importing food to sustain themselves, further draining what little communal funds they have.

after talking things over with his fellow mandalorians (see: occasionally interjecting while they yell at each other in a crowded bar) boba decides on a few key policies going forward:

1) as a group, the mandalorians stay neutral in the new republic's ongoing wars. mandos are already an endangered species at this point and they don't need to invite any of that smoke back to mandalore itself.

2) any individual mandalorian is free to sell their services to whatever side they want, as long as they don't do it in the name of mandalore itself. times are tough and people need credits. boba won't begrudge them that.

3) any mandalorians living in diaspora, consider yourselves officially invited home. you show up, you get land, but you gotta pitch in to restore it.

4) until things are stable, those mandalorians with the means (see: boba and the chief of mandalmotors) use their own funds to keep importing food for folks until enough land is restored to make the planet once again self-sufficient

these policies are well-received and morale is significantly improved when said land restoration leads to the discovery of a huge motherlode of subsurface beskar, unearthed by the vong's indiscriminate bombing.

cue mandalmotors going balls-to-the-walls insane and making beskar starfighters. boba is, for once in his fucking life, absolutely delighted by this development.

no seriously, they offer him a chance to test-fly one and it's probably the only time i can recall in his adulthood that he actually grins.

anyway, the restoration of mandalore proceeds at pace under boba's leadership. most of the next book is dedicated to fett family drama with a side of jedi cultural exchange and the book after that sucks so bad that i don't acknowledge its existence. so here ends my hopefully interesting account of the reign of mand'alor boba!

[arisuinhell]

hello! may i request chishiya meeting reader who's cheerful and outgoing during games but gets anxious having to wear a swimsuit when introduced to the beach (bc reader's on the heavier side). chishiya helps reader feel comfy but not without him being snarky about it. doesn't have to be full of fluff, just chishiya being chishiya.

I’m sorry this is so late! Chishiya isn’t the easiest person for me to write, especially involving this kind of scenario, and I have body image issues too so it was hard to not just project onto this too much. Anyway, I hope you like it, this is like the sixth version.. - Chishiya knew you to be many things but a wallflower was not one of them, so when you started avoiding him and spending more time in your room, he knew very quickly that something was wrong. He confronted you about it within a day, using Kuina’s ‘concern’ as a guise. You had said something about not sleeping well recently and he let you off because if he wasn’t able to read you like a book, the lie and accompanying performance was, he had to admit, quite impressive. The more he thought about this however, the more it bothered him, because you were also not a liar. You were, much to his frustration, a very open, honest and trusting person, and he thought that you trusted him, so what were you hiding? A few days had passed since he last saw you, although Usagi had mentioned seeing you briefly in the kitchen early one morning. It was starting to irritate him now. This was exactly why he didn’t get close to people because if you started to care about someone, their problems started to become yours and his priority was getting out of the Borderlands, not whatever was bothering you. Yet there he was, standing outside your door. You opened the door a little, peering through the gap like you might do if you were answering to a stranger, except you knew if would be him. “Can I come in?” He asked. You nodded, smiling, a failed attempt to tell him that everything was fine. He walked in and sat on the chair by the window looking through the gap in the curtains at the pool below. “Have you become a vampire?” He asked, watching at you sat down on your bed, adjusting your hoodie. “What?” You laughed, confused by his question. Chishiya was not one to waste his time on idle conversation. “You spend all your time up here recently and seemingly in the dark. That’s vampire-like, is it not?” “Oh.. I suppose it is.” You agreed. “But no, I’m still just me." "Are you sure, because 'just you' would be trying to make friends with the idiots outside, not sitting in here." You nodded. "I'm sure." Chishiya thought back to the first few times he met you. You wouldn't stop talking. You weren't secretive and conversation was easy but he watched as you picked at a small hole in your sleeve and wondered why this one seemed so hard. "If you're sure, you won't mind going somewhere with Kuina and I then, will you?" You paused, a sigh Chishiya was sure you didn't think he could leaving your lips. "Of course not." You smiled. That surprised him, but his expression remained neutral. "Let's go then." He said, standing up to leave. "Wait, " You started. "Now?" "Yes, now." "I can't. I-i'm busy." Of all the things you could say.. "Oh?" The signature smirk appearing on the blondes face. "You have a lot to do? In here? This one room?" A pause. "..please don't make me go outside." You muttered, barely audible. "What's wrong with outside?" He asked, leaning against the dresser. "Nothing's wrong with outside." "Then what is it?" "It's me. I don't.. want anyone to see me." "Care to elaborate?" He asked, sitting on the bed, far enough away to not give the wrong impression but close enough that he could nudge you when you didn't answer quick enough for his liking. "I don't want to wear that stuff.. I want to wear this." You said quietly, gesturing to your hoodie and sweatpants. "..I'm failing to see the problem." Chishiya said, for once in his life a little confused. "I don't want other people to see me in those things. I just.. I don't like how I look, okay.?" That was the second time that day you surprised him. He thought he could read people. He thought he had you all figured out, but there you were, pulling out a card he hadn't expected you to hold. Insecurity. It actually frustrated him that of all the issues you were facing in your life, this was the one that

got you down. "How would you feel if the reason you died in a game was because you were too busy worrying about your perceived flaws, and not trying to win?" "They aren't perceived Chishya." You replied, frustration creeping in and his clear lack of understanding. "Answer the question." He urged. "Is your stomach, your arms, thighs, whatever it is that bothers you, really worth the space in your head that you could be using for something more productive like staying alive?" "No. I know it's not but.. It's not a switch I can turn on and off! Do you think I've been hiding up here for fun? That I like being alone? I don't, but I like it a whole lot more than the little voice in my head that tells me I'm disgusting every time I have to put those clothes on." Early on in Chishiya's medical schooling, one of his tutors spoke about the importance of bedside manner and empathy towards others, and how the 'blonde in the back row over there is severely lacking in it'. He wanted to tell you to stop being stupid and you were better than this but, then he saw you out of the corner of his eye, wiping tears off of your face and he realised that maybe it wasn't so simple for you. "There have been billions of humans before you and there will be billions after, so in that sense you aren't important.." "Jesus Chishiya," You half laughed. "If you're trying to make me feel better.." "Shh." He hissed. "None of us are important, but, we are unique. No one has ever or will ever be like you. Don't you think you should appreciate the evolutionary process that you are instead of belittling yourself?" You thought for a moment trying to take in what he said. You supposed that was Chishiya's way of saying you were fine as you were. Tears started to fall in quick succession as you tried hard to surpress a laughing fit, but it didn't work. "I-imagine telling some-someone that they aren't important.. as a compliment?" You lay back on the bed, trying hard to catch your breath as Chishiya just looked annoyed. "It wasn't a compliment. A compliment would be me telling you that I think you're beautiful but that wouldn't allowed any room for personal growth." You carried on laughing for a while longer before you really processed what he said. "You think I'm beautiful?" You asked quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "That's all you're taking from this?" He turned around to look at you, the stupid smile he'd grown to find endearing plastered across your tear stained face. "No." You admitted, looking him in the eyes. "I appreciate what you said before that too." "Good." "It doesn't mean I can just 'get over it' though. My brain didn't quite evolve to do that just yet." You grinned, mocking the man now laying next to you. He sighed, awkwardly patting you on the arm. "Then I'll have to stick around to keep reminding you, won't I?"