#and also they link the waiting room anyway haha

[lizeon]

ok between this

and this

and this

i am not gonna be able to think about anything else besides tempus for the next 48 hours

[tennessoui]

Number 19 for the prompt thing. The parents meeting because of their kids. I’m kinda imagining Korkie being like a tutor/school reading buddy for the twins or something but you can just ignore that if it doesn’t match your thoughts on it.

hello!! i thought back as much as i could, and i don't think i actually did this prompt the first time around a couple of years ago, so there's nothing to link to save for the prompt list!

i stuck with korkie as obi-wan's kid and the twins as anakin's, but made the kids the same age and then took...a few more liberties with the prompt haha

(19. parents meeting while taking their kids to class) (sort of)

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“Leia, baby, why do you always decide to get into fights at school when it’s my week with you?” Anakin asks the steering wheel as he buckles himself in and turns over the engine. “They’re going to start thinking I’m raising a truant. Then they’re going to start asking about your home life, then they’re going to bring in experts to ask me more questions, then Padmé’s parents are going to throw their considerable legal weight around and get my partial custody revoked and then where will we be? Is that what you want? To only see me on your birthday and Christmas?”

Anakin pauses and reconsiders. Knowing his daughter, she may very well only want to see him for birthdays and Christmases. It would mean double the presents.

Thankfully the silence of the car doesn’t offer much in the way of constructive critique.

At a red light, he puts his head down on the steering wheel for a long enough moment that the car behind him honks when the light changes to green.

“They’re going to stop letting me leave work to come get you,” Anakin mutters a few minutes later as he turns the car into the school’s parking lot. “I have a partner meeting in thirty minutes that I really can’t miss, baby. Can’t you at least schedule your schoolyard fights around my calendar?”

It’s all rather pointless, but it feels good to grumble and bitch in the time it takes him to leave his office and arrive at the school, before he has to put on his adult face and demeanor to sit through another round of We’re Worried Your Five Year Old Is Too Violent As She Seems To View The Monkey Bars As Sacrificial Zones.

“Maybe she’d like hockey,” he says under his breath as he grabs his jacket from the other seat and swings it over his suit. It’s fucking freezing already, not even December. It’s indecent, that’s what it is. Surely a place as cold as this has a peewee hockey team in need of another angry little girl.

“Thank you,” he says when a woman holds the door open for him on her way out the building.

He’s stil sort of freaked out that the elementary school his children are going to is fancy enough to have an entrance hallway with a chandelier hanging from the ceilingk, but it’s not him that’s paying for their private school education that doesn’t offer discounts for all the collective hours they’ll spend napping on the floors.

To the immediate left of the door is the receptionist’s desk—behind her, the nurse’s room. He’s quite familiar with both. Mrs. Whitsdale even waves when she sees him, which means, unfortunately, she’s just made the shortlist of people Anakin needs to make Christmas cookies for. She joins the ranks of everyone else that’s been made to deal with his son and daughter in the tumultuous year after the divorce.

“Hi, ma’am,” he says dutifully, sticking his head into the receptionist area. “Do I need to sign in or can I just go up?”

She waves him away. “I’ve already got you, sweetheart. You’re late anyway, they’re waiting for you upstairs.”

“You’re a miracle amongst men,” he calls out as he turns instead to the right of the door and up the old staircase that leads to the principal’s office. This is also a route he is incredibly familiar with.

How can he be late? He practically flew here on light feet and broken speed limits. It’s enough to take his mood from bad to worse, which isn’t optimal for a meeting with the principal of the school when it’s his kid who caused the fight. Anakin’s role is to nonconfrontational, contrite to the point of groveling—because he knows his daughter won’t. 

That’s already hard enough when he’s feeling normal. It’s practically impossible when he’s feeling foul.

But Padmé did always say Leia got her stubbornness and temper from Anakin.

Anakin’s always said Leia never really had a chance considering who her parents are. 

After all, someone threw a hairdryer at the hotel mirror before they got divorced and it wasn’t Anakin. But he’s not stupid enough to even think that when Padmé’s around.

The big oak door at the end of the hallway on the second floor is elaborate, looks heavy, and stays closed. He knows that this is the headmaster’s office, but he’s never seen the guy around. He doesn’t even know what the guy does. What’s a headmaster of an elementary school doing every day? 

It’s an elementary school.

But, again. Anakin’s not paying for all this pomp and circumstance.

He takes another right instead, down the corridor in the opposite direction to the principal’s office. The door’s left ajar, and Anakin knocks politely before entering at the call to.

A couple of things bring him up short as soon as he steps into the room. For one thing, it’s not Principal Cinoff behind the desk, but a stranger who has the remnants of a three-piece suit on, jacket hanging neatly on a coat rack in the corner of the room. His vest is a deep red that should do nothing but drain his complexion—all pasty white skin, freckled and sun-starved, paired with his reddish hair and beard. It doesn’t, which is unfair to the point of duplicity. Or–something.

The way he’s sitting at the desk, hands spread wide on the wood and shoulders back, leaves no doubt in Anakin’s mind that the stranger is in a position of power here at the school. And probably in, like. Life. He looks like the kind of guy who gets his groceries on discount even without providing a loyalty card. He also looks like the kind of guy the system bends to accommodate. As a lawyer, Anakin is offended and deeply disturbed. That’s why his stomach does two or three flips in quick succession when they make eye contact.

The stranger’s eyes are cool and focused as they run over Anakin, and he gives him a perfunctory incline of his head. At least his eyes are warmer when they fall to the kids in front of him. 

And that’s the other thing that shocks him.

The amount of children in front of the desk. One pouting ginger kid off to the side, arms crossed and staring down at his light-up sneakers.

And then two very familiar heads of hair on the other side. 

“Luke?” He asks before he can stop himself, surprise dripping from his tone. “What are you doing here?”

At this rate, he’s going to give his daughter a complex, he knows it.

But Luke has never been in trouble before. Sure, they’re only five, and it’s only been three months of school, but in that time, Anakin’s been called down here six times to deal with Leia-related emergencies. He’s always imagined that meanwhile, Luke was in his classroom, chewing on crayons or diligently helping the teacher pass out homework assignments.

The stand-in principal coughs slightly and rises. “Ah, Mr. Skywalker-Amidala. Thank you for being able to join us today.”

Anakin scowls automatically before schooling his face into something far more diplomatic and pleasant when his children whirl around in their seats to look at him. The last thing he needs is for his children to think they can sneer at authority figures, given that he’s one of their main authority figures. 

Luke leaves his chair to hug onto his leg, pressing his small face into the fabric of his pants, presumably seeking comfort and also to wipe his face dry of tears and snot.

Anakin puts a hand on his head and strokes through his hair, darting a curious glance at Leia, who has turned around to glare forward again, arms crossed over her chest.

“It’s just Skywalker, actually,” he tells the stranger. “Amidala is their mother.”

The man’s eyebrow goes up and he picks up a pen to make a note on the papers before him. An actual note. Regarding Anakin’s divorce. “Ah, apologies then,” he says. “Our contact list notes you as the father, Skywalker-Amidala, and their mother as Amidala-Organa.”

Anakin squints, trying to decide if the stranger is just trying to correct a clerical error in the school’s records or fishing for gossip. He gives him the benefit of the doubt. “Amidala is their mother, recently remarried to Organa. Organas. And she’s always been better at remembering to file paperwork than I am.”

The stranger keeps his face admirably placid. “Ah,” he says. “Well, Mr. Skywalker. Should we begin?”

“Uh,” he says. “What about the other parent?”

The stranger blinks at him, both eyebrows raised. “I’m a widower.”

“Uh,” he says. “I meant…” he gestures at the other child, the surly looking ginger kid.

“I’m afraid it will just be us, Mr. Skywalker,” the stranger says. “Please, sit.”

Anakin sits, and Luke is quick to scramble up into his lap with a very plaintative, “I didn’t really mean to.”

“So at recess today, the children were playing on the swings,” the stranger who must be the principal for the day says. “And—”

“Sorry,” Anakin interrupts. “Can I get your name please? I was expecting Principal Cinoff.”

The man pauses. “Sheri has been put on sudden maternity-leave a few months early,” he says. “For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be dual-hatting as both principal and headmaster while we continue to search for a temporary replacement.” He raises an eyebrow at Anakin. Anakin really doesn’t appreciate that. “This was in an email the school sent out to all the parents recently.”

“Yes, well,” Anakin says. “I get a lot of emails.”

The man looks unimpressed. “I encourage you to prioritize the communications from your children’s learning institute.”

Anakin bristles. What a dick. Who the fuck says learning institute?

“I’m sorry, what’s your name?” he asks in his best unimpressed voice.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the man’s unimpressed voice is ten times more chilling than Anakin’s, which is also not fair. “Please, call me Dr. Kenobi.” Anakin scowls. “I appreciate the fact that you feel as though you can cover the extremely busy roles of both headmaster and principal of an elementary school, but I would really rather wait until the other parent gets here so we can most productively discuss the altercation, Mr. Kenobi.”

“Please, Mr. Skywalker,” Kenobi says. “Leave the litigation to the court rooms, we—”

“It’s Esquire, actually.”

Kenobi’s face grows very pinched around the mouth and eyebrows. Anakin feels a vicious thrill course through him even as his stomach flips again.

“I suppose I should have made it clearer at the beginning of this session,” Kenobi says, tone dripping in you idiot. “This is my son, Korkie.”

Anakin’s mouth falls open. His immediate thought is, of course, Korkie Kenobi? And he thought Luke and Leia were too cutesy for twin names.

“Korkie is a family name,” Kenobi adds rather dryly. “My late wife’s grandfather’s.”

Anakin doubts that’s even true. He bets it’s not actually, that Kenobi just plays the dead wife card to get out of judgemental questions about his naming abilities.

But then another, worse thought occurs to Anakin. “Wait a second, you can’t be the parent and the principal!”

“I assure you, I am impartial.”

“Like hel—heck you are!” Anakin straightens in his seat and Luke lets out a grumble, clinging tightly to his front. “I demand a different authority.” “No,” Kenobi says firmly, as if the matter is at rest. This, of course, is absolutely infuriating.

“It’s unfair bias and I will not see either of my children punished in a tyrannical and self-serving institution—”

Kenobi pinches at the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Skywalker, unless you would like to have me call Mrs. Cinoff away from her pre-mature baby, I am the best option this school has. Please. Settle down.”

“Dad,” Leia says, “I don’t want to miss reading time.”

Anakin breathes out in disgust. Shitty, overpriced private school. This sort of thing would never happen at a publicly funded school.

“The fact of the matter is that Luke pushed Korkie off the swings,” Kenobi says with a stern look at both Luke and Anakin. He holds up his hand when Anakin opens his mouth. “An incident that many were witness to. And before you make an accusation, there were many witnesses who were not on the school’s payroll, Mr. Skywalker.”

Anakin closes his mouth sullenly.

“Korkie could have been very hurt, Luke,” Kenobi says, clasping his hands in front of him and looking down at Anakin’s son. “He was swinging pretty fast when you pushed him, and he could have broken his ankle in the fall.”

Luke’s bottom lip trembles. “I didn’t want to hurt him,” he mumbles, turning his face back into Anakin’s sleeve. “He was being mean. I just wanted him to stop.” “I wasn’t!” Korkie cries, sitting straight in his chair for the first time since Anakin’s arrived. “I wasn’t being mean, dad!” “You said Leia’s hair looks like cinnamon buns on her head!” Luke shouts back, pushing away from Anakin’s arms to glare at the other boy. 

Anakin winces. When it’s Padmé’s turn with the kids, Leia always turns up to school with elaborately braided hair, twisted on top of her head in elegant formations that look effortlessly pretty. He knows that’s not Padmé’s work, but he also can’t figure out if Breha or Bail is responsible. It’s not something he wants to ask.

The fanciest Anakin can do, after all, is two buns on either side of Leia’s head. 

That do, truth be told, look rather like cinnamon rolls.

“Ah,” Kenobi says. “I believe I understand the miscommunication here. Korkie, would you like to tell the Skywalkers what you meant when you told Luke that Leia’s hair looked like cinnamon buns?”

If possible, the kid turns even more red, blushing furiously. “I really like cinnamon buns,” he mutters, crossing his arms tighter. “They’re my favorite.”

“He’s started asking for them for breakfast several times a week,” Kenobi tells Anakin with a smile lingering around his lips. “I’ve been wondering why.”

Anakin isn’t sure he likes the explanation. Sure, Korkie can have whatever sort of crush on his daughter that he wants to have, but likening her hair to cinnamon buns isn’t very kind, and he’s pretty sure that if someone else was the judge in this trial, they wouldn’t be so quick to justify the other boy’s words.

Luke seems to agree with him. “Your hair looks like carrots,” he snaps, crossing his arms.

Because Anakin is an intelligent adult who understands that making enemies with the headmaster’s son isn’t the best move, he adds on the Skywalker family’s behalf, “Luke loves carrots.”

Luke, in fact, hates carrots. 

“There is still the matter of Luke pushing Korkie off the swing,” Kenobi says, eyebrows raised like he understands exactly what’s going unsaid here. “We do not encourage physical violence of any sort here, and it was dangerous. Korkie could have been hurt much more badly than a scraped knee.”

The words are very serious and grave, and Luke wilts under the headmaster-principal-father’s disappointed stare. Anakin bristles.

“Well, it’s his first infraction,” he says. “And he was sticking up for his sister. I think that’s fair. He won’t do it again.”

“Hm,” Kenobi says, pushing papers aside and pulling out a glossy leaflet. “Now, I cannot force you to consider this, but I noticed that neither Luke nor Leia are currently enrolled in any of our extracurriculars.”

“They’re five.”

“We have many on offer at Jedi Prepatory School,” Kenobi continues as if Anakin hasn’t said anything. “And I wanted to highlight our peewee hockey league. I think both Leia and Luke would enjoy the rigorous schedule, and they may…benefit from the…structure it offers. And team activity.”

Anakin glowers. He can read between the lines. Kenobi’s just called his parenting style structureless and lazy. It makes him want to grab the pamphlet and rip it to shreds in front of him. “I would have to talk about it with their mother,” he says stiffly instead.

“Of course,” Kenobi says cheerfully. “When you do, please give Bail and Breha my well-wishes as well. It’s been far too long since I’ve had the time to see them, given how exhastingly busy it is to be the headmaster and principal of an elementary school.”

“Right,” Anakin grits out. “Yeah. I’ll let my ex-wife’s new partners know.”

Kenobi’s smile is all teeth. “I look forward to seeing you in the rink, Mr. Skywalker Esquire. My son plays on the team.”

Anakin wonders if there’s another peewee hockey team he can have his kids join. Just so they can beat Jedi Prepatory school and then laugh in Korkie and Dr. Kenobi’s faces.

Yeah. That sounds really nice.

He’ll look when he gets back to work.

This takes priority.

[mybelde]

38: don't get caught challenge: failed ♤

11 March, Friday, 5.35pm

Location: Aether and Lumine's house

You were glad that classes were finally over for the week. What better way to end the day by spending time with your boyfriend. Well, secret boyfriend. Where will you guys be going? His house.

And that was the problem.

Because it was also your bestfriend's house. And she doesn't know that you guys are dating. You tried finding the time to tell her the truth, but there was never the right moment.

Thus, you were on the edge the whole time, as you didn't want Lumine to find out by catching you guys together.

"Hey Aether, where's Lumine anyways?" You asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as you could.

"Hmm? Lumine? She said she has some council duties again, so she'll probably only be back home around 7. I'm surprised you didn't ask her yourself haha."

"Oh ahah I see. Well, she's been quite busy lately so I didn't get to ask her myself.."

Truth be told, you and Lumine were drifting a little. She wasn't texting you as much as she used to before, and you didn't text her as much since you were trying to prevent her from finding about about you and Aether.

You knew it was wrong to hide this from her, but you don't know when and how to tell her. And you don't know how she would react.

Will she get mad at you?

Will she stop talking to you?

Will your friendship with her be ruined?

If that were to happen, then what would Aether do?

He would be caught in between your mess.

You were interrupted from your thoughts as you felt a hand link with yours. You looked up to see Aether looking at you with a worried expression on his face, his golden eyes looking straight at you with concern.

"Hey yn... are you alright? You were spacing out just now..."

"Oh- um yeah I-I'm alright, don't worry. I was just thinking about some stuff, that's all."

"Oh okay.... just don't hesitate to tell me anything, alright? I'm here if you need anyone to talk to. Always."

Hearing his words made you feel a little more at ease, and you smiled at him.

"Thank you Aether, and yes I know that ahah."

Aether smiled back and squeezed your hand a little. The both of you just stayed in that position for a few seconds, before you saw his eyes light up.

"I know what will cheer you up! Just wait here yn!" He said, as he got up from the couch and went to the.... kitchen?

You sat on the couch for a few minutes, patiently waiting for Aether to come back to the living room, when you heard something shatter in the kitchen.

You quickly got up and rushed to the kitchen to see pieces of glass on the floor, and Aether trying to pick them up.

"AETHER ARE YOU ALRIGHT??" You asked, worried that he might have gotten hurt.

"Yn don't worry I'm fine! I just accidentally drop the glass-"

You knelt next to him and grabbed his hand to examine it.

"At least you didn't hurt to yourself, that's good. I'll clean this up while you.... continue with your cooking?"

You looked back at Aether to see him pouting.

Oh god.... how is he so cute???

"Sorry yn... I didn't mean to make you worried, I just wanted to make you your favourite food to cheer you up..."

Your heart melted as you heard those words come out from his mouth.

"Awww Aether.... you're so sweet, but really, thank you for trying to cheer me up."

"Anything for you."

.

.

.

You finally cleared up the last few bits of glass on the floor, and went to see Aether's progress on the food he was cooking.

"Oh wow," You thought, "He..... looks so cute in an apron.."

As if it was an instinct, you sneaked up to him and hugged him from behind. You could feel him tense up, but he quickly snuggled up to you.

He turned off the stove, turned around and hugged you back.

You could hear the soft beating of his heart in his chest, almost rhythemic, and.... calming to you.

"Hey Aether.." You whispered, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

Aether just hummed in response.

"I love you."

You then looked at him, to find him already staring at you, with the most goofiest smile on his face.

"I love you too."

The both of you leaned in, slowly, and soon, your lips connected. The kiss was tender, yet passionate at the same time. Addictive, almost.

However, your intimate moment was interrupted when you heard something crashing to the floor.

"What the actual fuck are you guys doing?"

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Back to playing Stardew Valley because I'm not feeling great, haha. ANYWAY, I had this Linzin idea for the Farmer AU. So, imagine this: there’s a traveling merchant fleet docked at Republic City, with merchants from all nations. They’ve got shows, different cuisines at the food stalls—it’s a whole vibe!

Tenzin asked Lin to join him, and she eagerly agreed. They headed to the night market, and Lin was buzzing with excitement. There was so much to explore: free samples, clothing, food, and even seedlings, farm tools, and decorations. As they strolled through the bustling bazaar, Lin’s eyes sparkled at the sight of seedling displays with a variety of herbs and vegetables. She paused to admire a booth selling heirloom seeds and farm tools, chatting animatedly with the vendor about the best techniques for growing tomatoes and cucumbers.

Tenzin couldn’t help but watch her with a smile, noticing how Lin’s passion for farming lit up her face. She picked up a few gardening tools and excitedly demonstrated their features, as if she was right back on her farm. Tenzin couldn’t help but watch her with a smile, feeling his affection for her deepen with every moment.

They stopped to watch some performers bending and trying out a variety of delicious foods. Tenzin noticed a small, intricate clip at one of the stalls and decided to buy it for Lin. She tried to insist on paying, but Tenzin waved her off. “It’s a gift,” he said with a smile. “Celebrating your first time at the night market.” They continued their adventure, visiting a booth showcasing crafts from the Air Temples. The booth also offered refreshing juices and veggie rolls. To Lin’s surprise, she recognized some of the young acolytes from the Air Temple Island who had been with Tenzin the first time they met in Republic City (link).

One of the acolytes offered Tenzin some veggie rolls, and he took them, offering Lin a bite. She hesitated at first but noticed Tenzin waiting expectantly and decided to try it. “It’s delicious,” she said, as Tenzin finished off the rest of the roll.

The acolytes, however, weren’t pleased with the scene. They shot sharp, disapproving glances at Lin. Then, one of them “accidentally” spilled juice onto Lin’s shirt. She said, “Sorry,” but it was pretty clear it wasn’t an accident. The juice stain made her binder more noticeable and highlighted her chest. Tenzin noticed and quickly looked away.

Tenzin handed Lin his handkerchief and took off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders. He then led her to a booth that sold shirts and bought one so she could change. The merchant handed him two shirts, saying they were a couple's set. They ended up buying both shirts. The shirt design featured two flying bisons that form a heart when worn together by a couple.

Lin changed quickly, and as she walked out of the ladies' room, she saw Tenzin wearing his shirt. Lin chuckled at the sight of Tenzin in his shirt and said, “You know, you really didn’t have to wear it.” Tenzin grinned and said, “The design wouldn’t make much sense if only one of us was wearing it.” He tried to hide his blush as he added, “Besides, it’s a nice reminder of today.”

Lin reached for Tenzin’s arm and said with a teasing smile, "Well, I guess we’re a couple now." Her playful comment made Tenzin blush even more. Although they had been dating for a few months since Lin arrived in the city, Tenzin hadn’t formally asked her to be his girlfriend, so hearing Lin say it made him feel overjoyed and his heart skip a beat. Lin then pulled Tenzin over to where the group of girls was and made sure they saw the couple shirts. She flashed a smug smile at them, while Tenzin was still processing Lin’s words and the feeling of her arm around his, along with the fact that they were both wearing couple shirts.

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Don't Go Blindly Into the Dark

Summary:

To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

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Content warnings for this chapter: death, descriptions dead bodies, blood and wounds, gore, violence, murder, implied sa references, trafficking references

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Note: I only freaking went and did it again *facepalm* Sorry, I once again updated on ao3 and left the tumblr post completely written and open on my laptop without actually posting it - but at least this time it's only been a few hours instead of an entire day haha. Love to y'all, thanks so much for reading <3

Chapter 31 - Kaz

“Kaz-”

Kaz looked up from his office door, his gloved hand half closed over the handle, to see Jesper working his way across the room towards him. He sighed and shifted his weight against his cane, leaning heavily against it as he waited for Jesper. The weather had begun to clear up after the storm but the air was still damp and clingy, and his leg never liked the wet or the cold. Convenient, for Ketterdam. 

“I just spoke to Layla,” said Jesper, as he reached him, “About that girl from the Sweet Shoppe-”

“Inside,” Kaz nodded to his office door.

Jesper faltered slightly, but followed him in and pushed the door shut as Kaz sat down behind his desk. He stretched his bad leg out in front of him. 

“I’ve seen her,”

“Layla?” asked Jesper, frowning, “I thought she said-”

“Amethyst,” said Kaz, “I saw her,”

It hadn’t been pretty. Jesper grimaced, leaning back ever so slightly in the chair he’d taken up.

“You mean…” he gestured vaguely up and down his own face, as though miming the place Amethyst had been cut through.

Kaz nodded. 

He’d been to the Exchange just before their job this evening was supposed to start, only there to remind someone what he knew so that they’d agree to update him on which guards would be working over the coming nights. It wasn’t for a while that he’d be needing the information, but they might get ideas of lying to him and if they did then he needed to make sure they knew what would happen to them. He also couldn't afford for the night they chose to be the night he needed to know, so the work would have to begin in advance. Finding Amethyst spilling her innards down the steps had been unexpected - and unwelcome. Kaz hadn’t been prepared. 

“Perfectly,” he added, watching the grim look on Jesper’s face deepen, “Straight in half,”

“Some Grisha can do that, can’t they? They say the Darkling could,”

Kaz shook his head. 

“A weapon specific to very powerful Etherealki, I believe. No frightened runaway in the middle of Ketterdam could have done that, or at least not anyone who’s been flying under the radar for long - and anyway, I don’t think the Cut’s precise enough for two equal halves. I’ve heard some stories,”

Nina had an unnerving habit of dropping such things, things she’d witnessed as a child during the Ravkan Civil War, into casual conversation and being surprised when people were taken aback, but Kaz had heard of it from a couple of others as well. As far as he could tell, the Cut would have been even messier than what he’d seen today. 

“So then, what?”

“I have no idea,”

There was a brief pause, before Jesper ventured. 

“Do you think it’s the same person? Tara - she’s the girl from the Menagerie - Tara and Amethyst, do you think-?”

“I don’t think,” Kaz sighed, “I’m certain. The patterns are far too similar, the murders far too close together, the mode of operation is exactly the same - except the death itself,”

And was there to that? Everyone, Kaz included, had thought that the Leopard, Tara, had been strangled; the bruises around her neck were heavy, inkblots on her too pale skin, and her body was otherwise unmaimed but for scars and the remnants of old injuries. But bruises could have been placed there, couldn’t they, by a Corporalnik? Though Kaz couldn’t imagine any possible motivation for that. None of this seemed to quite make sense. 

“The question is whether they have real motive or if this is just mindless killing - and the answer is that mindless killing, even in the Barrel, is much rarer than people think. In any case it doesn’t get this much attention. Mindless killing is messy, its random - mindless killing is corpses with no connection to each other, usually lower effort, sometimes a more fleeting motivation fulfilled and the victim killed in the aftermath. Mindless killing isn’t premeditated, it doesn’t involve such long-term kidnappings - remember both had been missing for at least a week, Tara for two, but those bodies were fresh. When Tara was first found, maybe we could have struck that up to mindless. The seeming randomness of it, the returning her to the Menagerie, even the method; all of it could have just been Tara’s very bad luck. But looking at it all together…” Kaz shook his head, “You know a girl from West Stave died in a similar pattern last month? From a smaller house, didn’t get much notice; I didn’t start to connect the dots until Tara, but when Amethyst went missing I knew. Something’s happening here, and if something’s happening then someone’s making it happen with intention and with motive. These are setups, and there’s somebody pulling the strings behind them,”

Jesper fidgeted a little, and Kaz saw his hands drift towards his gun belt. He’d swapped his prize revolvers, still sitting in Kaz’s safe, for two sad little lumps of pistols and apparently they weren’t giving him the comfort that his own guns usually did. He always laid hands on them when he was antsy, like a child seeking the comfort of a favoured doll, and now his fingers were dancing over the replacements like they couldn’t quite decide where to land. 

Kaz flexed his gloved fingers and gripped his cane tighter. He could have given Jesper his revolvers back, the safe was right behind him, but he didn’t move. Jesper hadn’t asked for them, he knew the deal was incomplete, and Kaz could admit to himself that part of him wanted to punish Jesper a little. He owed the sharpshooter nothing, and if Jesper hadn’t left her behind then maybe the Wraith wouldn’t have been injured. Kaz may not have lost money on the proposed deal with Wylan, but Jesper’s proposition had cost Inej something more. And it was costing Kaz the loss of her skills these past few weeks, leaving him in the dark on details she could have gathered for him. He was well within his rights to keep the guns, by the deal they’d made at least, but he knew that if Jesper asked for them he would hand them over. But Jesper hadn’t asked, so they continued to gather dust in Kaz’s locked office. 

“Who died last month?” asked Jesper, a little quieter than before.

Kaz shrugged.

“I don’t have a name, but the point is that whatever’s happening here is building up. The first didn’t get attention, the second wasn’t atypical of West Stave it was just showier. But Amethyst? This is new,”

Kaz suppressed a shudder at the thought - he’d never seen a body like that before. Amethyst had been splayed over the steps outside the Exchange, stripped bare, leaking blood onto the stones. Her entire body had been sliced in two, from head to foot, and the open flap of her chest cavity spilled structures Kaz probably couldn’t even name free from the cage of her ribs and flesh and skin. His eyes skirted quickly to her face. It was impressive they’d managed to identify her, he thought, and then a minute later realised that they hadn’t needed to. Her face was smashed and blood-soaked and split into two equal halves, but the dismemberment had left her arms untouched. The Sweet Shoppe tattoo, dancing on her skin in time with the mist. 

Kaz swallowed tightly, stiffening his hand on his cane and readjusting his bad leg. There were more stadwatch on their way, in fact it was surprising the entire place wasn’t crawling with them yet, and Kaz didn’t fancy being the only person around the corpse when they arrived. He didn’t want to look at it any longer, everything in him was screaming to turn and run, but Kaz’s feet would not move. Amethyst’s bulging eyes stared up at him from their unnatural distance apart, and even standing there he could feel the cold skin, taut over bloating flesh, wet beneath his palms. 

“Kaz?”

Kaz snapped back to the present, gaze fixing on Jesper and forcibly anchoring him in the room. He felt an unfair rage fizzing straight through him, crackling down his arms and all the way into his fingertips. 

“This is new,” Jesper prompted, “What…?”

“I don’t know what kind of weapon could do that to a person,” Kaz shook his head, “And I don’t know why someone wanted to kill Amethyst, or the others. But I know they had a reason,”

It probably wasn’t anything to do with the girls themselves. At the end of the day they were easy targets, weren’t they? Heleen and Pekka may even have had some money slipped to them under the table, Kaz wasn’t sure he’d be surprised. Though maybe not, or they might have done a better job of keeping the original disappearances under wraps. It didn’t matter. Kaz didn’t think that Tara and Amethyst, or the other girl, had been chosen individually for who they were. They’d been chosen because they would get no more attention than Barrel gossip, and because no-one was going to expect the stadwatch to solve the murder of an indenture from West Stave. Kaz doubted the first victim had even been reported to them. Who would have said anything? He just didn’t understand what they’d been chosen for. If they’d all been killed like Amethyst was, he’d assume someone was testing some kind of new weapon. But something didn’t add up here, and it was putting Kaz on edge. 

“They’ll do it again,”

It wasn’t a question but Kaz nodded anyway, and Jesper leaned back as he drummed his fingers against his knees. Again Kaz thought he might ask to have his revolvers back, but he said nothing. 

“They’re getting braver,” Kaz mused, “Who says this only started last month?”

And what comes next? 

There was a long silence.

“You were late,”

“I was setting up a sling for Inej,” said Jesper, readjusting on his seat, “And I had to wait for Anika so there was someone to stay with her,”

“How is she?”

“Restless. In pain. Improving,” Jesper shrugged, “You might know better for yourself if you spoke to her,”

Kaz didn’t bother to dignify that with a response. He hadn’t spoken to Inej since she woke up in his office a few days ago. Her sudden panic at waking up in a room she only had hazy memories of dragging herself to through the clouds of pain that were clinging to her, lying on the floor, wearing someone else’s clothes, had been palpable in the air even before she’d scrambled away from him across the boards. As soon as she moved her face contorted in pain and she shuddered to a halt, pulling her arms into herself and pressing into the cupboards behind her as she shook herself properly awake and her dark eyes found Kaz’s. 

“Don’t try to walk until you’re ready,” he told her, “Nina’s outside, she’ll take you back to the Slat,”

Inej watched him for a moment, shaky breaths filling the air between them. Kaz stood slowly and began to walk towards the door, wary of Inej’s eyes on him. 

“The body’s been moved,” he said, feeling something soften in his voice whether he wanted it to or not, “If you’d rather swap to a different room maybe I can-”

“It’s okay,” she whispered, and he couldn’t help but turn to see her, “Thank you,”

Kaz’s heart was in his throat and Inej’s eyes were wide and dark enough to drown in. 

“I’ll get Nina,”

It was all he could bring himself to say. 

[fisherpiers]

Could you do a prompt where Luz and Hunter are not a double date with Amity and Willow (but Luz is a lil nervous about seeing Amity-  whether they broke up or not idk- You can pick) leading to Luz and Hunter’s first kiss or ‘I love you’?

Boy someone’s getting more than I bargained for… you expected a little drabble? Well no sorry just straight up 3600 word one-shot for you. I had too much material. Oh and heads up Flapjack is not dead. Idk where people are getting that idea smh.

Edit: psst. I sorta rewrote this one a little and you can read that version here

Edit edit: pls pls pls read the ao3 version lmao it has like 500 extra words and it flows much better (link above in previous paragraph)

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Luz didn’t just have a few butterflies in her tummy, she had an entire butterfly conservatory.

Tonight was going to be the first time she’d have to spend an entire evening with Amity since she’d broken things off with her a few months ago. A double date. A double date with her ex… why did she let Willow talk her into this?

Willow had been trying to get Luz and Amity alone in the same room forever. Something about getting along and the power of friendship and yadda yadda..

And Luz really wanted to smooth things over Amity, honest. For Willow’s sake. It was just too awkward.

It’s weird right? When your best friend and your ex girlfriend get together. And you’re happy for them? You’re glad she’s able to make your ex happy like you couldn’t, but also what the hell man.

But it’s not like you haven’t already moved on, too. Uh, well, you sorta moved on before ending the relationship. That was why you broke up with her. So really you can’t be slightly mad here.

But your boyfriend also left Willow for you? And that’s weird too? But you and Willow are still besties bc #Hexsquad4Life and all that?

SO! To make things worse you’re now bringing the guy you broke up with your with ex for, on a double date with said ex, with his ex, and wowsers there’s a lot to unpack here.

It’s just all over awkward! Okay?!

No wonder Gus keeps taking his exchange students on long trips into the human realm. They’re probably giving him ulcers from all this drama.

The good news was that Willow and Hunter were the ones taking care of all the plans. All Luz had to do was show up. Which, is gonna be hard as hell to do in the first place.

She’ll admit, it’s kinda weird that Hunter was still all buddy-buddy with Willow, as well. But Luz wasn’t threatened by that.

She was 100% sure Hunter wanted her, and only her. Their was something about the way he treated her that left her no room for doubt. He was so tender with her. The ways his eyes promised her anything if she’d only ask—

Anyways!

Hunter’s breakup with Willow went so smoothly, in fact it was the most amicable breakup Luz had ever seen (and had been in the middle of). Which, of course. If there was anyone who could’ve actually stayed friends after their romantic relationship ended, it was those two. Not even a snag in their typical antics, their dynamic remained undisturbed.

Which was a little suspicious, now that she thought of it.

She never even once saw them kiss. She never saw them go out (without her or Gus tagging along, that is)…

However, they did hold hands every second of the day without stop. Which made it impossible to talk to Hunter without Willow there and it annoyed Luz to no end. Glued at the hips much? Wait,

It was almost as if they weren’t actually dating, just trying to get under her skin. And Amity’s too, by the looks of it…

Those cheeky buggers.

Well. Maybe things aren’t as weird with Willow and Hunter as she thought. So it looked like she, and probably Amity, were going to be the only ones suffering tonight. Yay.

Luz sorted through her clothes, trying to pick an appropriate outfit to no avail. What do you even wear to a double-date with your ex? Something extra hot to sorta say haha look what you’re missing? Something your new boyfriend bought you because he’ll love to see you wear it and simultaneously tell everyone you’re with him now?

Titan, she didn’t even think about all the people at the restaurant.

What were they going to think with the four of them together? Would it be confusing? Would they be watching for a fight, popcorn ready?

This was one of the many downsides to being one of the most recognizable faces in the Isles, an unwillingly celebrity. Everyone knew you and all your business.

She settled on a simple black shirt and slacks. Classic, right? Dressy enough for the nice restaurant Willow had picked out (probably in an attempt to keep things civil, bound by social contract and all) and not showy. It was an outfit that didn’t say anything. Which was probably for the best.

Just one thing. A necklace, from Hunter. It was a pendant he carved himself, an old light glyph. He gave it to her years ago, when he had just started his apprenticeship and was excited about carving. Amity had hated this necklace. Luz couldn’t ever figure out as to why, until lately. It was such a simple little thing, and it wasn’t like it was ugly.

But now Luz understood, it was a piece of Hunter. He had thought of her and carved her a necklace, unprompted. It was a gift, given on no special occasion. He just wanted to give her something. And she wore it around her neck proudly.

Of course Amity hated that.

She was absolutely going to wear it to this double-date. It’s not like it was one of his earrings or anything. No big deal, but enough to send a message.

Hunter knocked on her door. She knew it was him, with the little pattern he knocked on the wood. The sound comforted Luz.

She glanced over herself in the mirror once again before getting the door. Well, here goes nothing.

Hunter looked as handsome as ever, eagerly waiting with his hands behind his back as she opened the door. Once he saw her, his face lit up.

“You ready, Mi Amor?”

He offered his hand, and Luz took it.

“Mi Amor?”

“Cariño! Corazón! Mi Vida!”

“Okay, okay,” Luz laughed, “I get it you googled ‘pet names Español’”

“That’s where you’re wrong, actually. I’ve had these babies under my belt for years,”

Luz raised her eyebrows at his statement,

“I found them to be very important to memorize back when Gus had everyone practicing our Español everyday stuck in the human realm.”

Luz gaped at him, “Titan, you really meant years, huh?”

“I did indeed,” he looped their arms together, “now, let’s get going to our dinner reservations,”

“Ughhhh,” Luz protested, “do we have to? Actually, uh, I think I’m coming down with something, [cough cough] see?”

Hunter put his hand on her forehead mockingly, “oh you poor baby. Get on the staff.”

Hunter straddled Falpjack and patted the empty space behind him, beckoning for her to join him.

“Fine,” she pouted as she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding on tight as they took off, “but I’m not talking to her.”

Hunter sighed, “that’s fine. You just have to exist in the same space as Amity for a while and Willow will be happy.”

Luz hummed in agreement, pressing her face into his back as the world flew by. One of the downsides of air travel (or at least with The Flash over here) was that you got to your destination quite quickly. So there was no real time to spend staring out at the passing scenery, dreading your arrival.

“Actually,” Hunter laughed, “maybe it’d be better if you don’t talk to her. Then you won’t be able to start any fights!”

“Hey!” She squeezed his ribs, “I can be civil!”

“Then be civil.”

“I will,” she stuck out her tongue at him, despite him not being able to see it.

They touched down outside of the restaurant, which was hanging off of the Left Arm, and Flapjack took his place nesting in Hunter’s pocket. The little cardinal made himself very comfortable, as always, but that meant Hunter had grass and leaves in the pockets of every piece of clothing he owned.

The restaurant’s view was incredible, thanks to the Titan’s new position. All the new buildings on the Left Arm had the most beautiful views now, and the real estate value had skyrocketed. It was even more expensive than the Knee now. Luz preferred Bonesboro, anyhow.

The place was fancy. Going on a date in a ritzy establishment like this would’ve been unthinkable to 14-year-old Luz, but now she was used to getting invited to parties like this. She rarely went to them, but boy, did those rich people like to use her presence as a status symbol. “Look, I’m so popular even Luz Noceda is here” Barf.

She tightened her grip on Hunter’s arm as they spotted Willow and Amity, already at the table waiting for them. Willow waved them over, smile as wide as ever.

She was wearing a beautiful green skirt, that shimmered like an emerald, with a yellow cardigan on top, embroidered with little bumble bees. She must have gotten that from the human realm.

Amity was wearing a simple black dress.

Dammit. She must have had the same idea. And now they match.

No matter. Luz pointedly sat across from Willow instead of Amity. Which left Hunter vulnerable and having to look Ames in the eye, but Luz was allowing herself this bit of selfishness. Hunter was the one who dragged her here anyway. He could deal.

Didn’t keep Amity from locking eyes with her the second she sat down. Damn. She darted her gaze away as fast as she could.

“Hello ladies,” Hunter greeted as he sat down in his own chair, after pushing Luz’s in.

Normally she loved how over the top he was, but right now she needed him to tone it down. She could feel the eyes of every other patron in the dining room on her.

“So, what’s good here?” Luz nervously asked as she hid her face in her menu.

“Not much,” Amity said dryly, “this place is famous for its tiny portions and fancy ingredients that taste like dirt.”

“Shhh, don’t scare them, sweet pea,” Willow pointed to a section on her menu, as Luz tried not to cringe at how close sweet pea was to sweet potato, “Skara says the Selkigris Soup is to-die-for.”

A very vivid memory, of a very strong smell, surfaced in Luz’s mind.

“Uhhh, I think I’ll pass on that one, Willow, because,” she tried to think up an excuse, “uh, I don’t think I can digest selkigris very well.”

“Oh, of course, I hadn’t even thought of that.”

“Yeah uh,” Luz scanned the menu as fast as she could, to make it seem like she had totally been paying any attention to the piece of paper she’d been using as a mask, totally, “looks like they have Griffon Quiche. That’s usually pretty safe for me.”

“Oh that sounds delicious! There’s so many options, how am I gonna decide?” Willow giggled.

“I’m gonna get a spider soufflé, so I can send a pic to Gus,” Hunter joked, “it’s his favorite, maybe he’ll wish he came along.”

Willow stifled a laugh, “that’s mean, Hunter. You know he had to stay behind because Matt is sick.”

“Haha, I’m still going to tease him, though.”

Yeah. Matt was real sick, Luz bet. Dammit. Curse Gus and his ability to weasel his way out of this. She’ll pay him a visit whenever Mattholomule “gets better”.

Sigh, it’s not like she could blame him.

The way Amity leaned back in her chair, taking a really long sip from her wineglass, made Luz sure that she was thinking the same thing.

***

“Okay so a beast-demon, bidped-demon, and a bug-demon walk into a bar…”

Luz had to hand it to Amity, she was right. The food was tiny and gross. Titan almighty, she’ll never understand high-class tastes.

It didn’t look like Hunter minded it one bit, however. All these years later and the boy was still just happy to have anything that wasn’t the castle’s tasteless “nutritionally complete” rations. It was endearing.

It was lucky for Luz, really, because she still wasn’t the greatest cook. But Hunter always cleared his plate and told her he enjoyed it, so genuinely that she was inclined to believe him. Not like when Amity kept baking those horrific fairy pies and she just had to take them with a fake smile.

It was really easy to tell when Hunter was lying. His ears twitch.

Right now, he was laughing with Willow about a joke Luz hadn’t been listening to. She pushed some food around on her plate, bored, wanting this night to hurry and be over already.

This was probably a good enough time as any to excuse herself for a moment. Maybe check her hair in the mirror. She knew she’d been running her hand through it all night so far, it was a nervous tick. Maybe if there wasn’t anyone else in the restroom she could scream.

She scooted her chair out and stood.

“I’m—“

“Going to the—“

“Restroom…”

“For a moment…”

She locked eyes with Amity, across the table. Someone should call jinx.

Fuck, now she had to go with Amity. It’d be more awkward to sit back down and admit she wanted to avoid the other witch. So much for her “little break”.

One look at Amity’s face and Luz could tell she was also mentally going over her options and accepting defeat.

They walked side by side, not talking. The other patrons glanced at them as they walked by. Someone even raised an eyebrow upon seeing them. They kept death-marching in silence. Damn this was awkward as hell.

Luz looked haggardly in the mirror, clutching the sink.

Yeah, she had mussed up her hair a lot. She tried to fix it with some water, but it was a little too far gone for that.

Amity came up to the sink beside her, washing her hands. Luz looked to the ground, anywhere but at her. The restroom tiles were very lovely, actually. Such a nice pattern.

There was a nautical theme to this room. The sinks crafted to look like seashells. Not that strange for an Arm building, but Luz still found it cheesy. Fake pearls adorned the mirrors. Well, now that she thought of it, with this place, they were most likely real pearls.

“Thank you.”

Luz was caught off guard.

“What?”

“Thanks for coming,” Amity swished a piece of her purple hair behind her ear, “I know you didn’t want to. But it means a lot to Willow, you doing this,”

“Oh—“ that’s all Luz could say. “Uhhh. Yeah.”

The walk back to the table was no less agonizing.

When they got back, the dishes had already been cleared. Willow was doing something to the flowers in the centerpiece. The blooms were switching between hues.

“Guys, look,” Hunter kissed Luz’s hand absent-mindedly as she sat back down, “whenever Willow changes the color, the manager gives us a dirty look. She’s messing up his perfect color pallet or something.“

Luz and Amity looked to where he was pointing, and yes, the manager looked furious. Luz couldn’t stop the snort that came from her at the sight.

“We already ordered desert, while you two were in the restroom,” Willow stopped messing with the flowers to turn to Amity, “it’s a surprise now, sorry.”

“I like surprises,” Amity giggled.

Took everything within Luz not to roll her eyes.

Hunter’s hand found hers under the table. He gave her a little squeeze. Yeah, she needed that.

The mystery desert Hunter and Willow had ordered turned out to be just a couple slices of devil’s food cake. Just regular, not bug-filled, run of the mill cake. Because human sweets were all the rage right now, apparently.

And chocolate was a delicacy on the Isles. Luz would know, she spent many a weekend “importing” the stuff with Eda. It was the easiest way to make a quick buck around here, thanks to most witches being to afraid to venture into the human realm on their own.

Hunter held a spoonful from their shared plate up to Luz’s mouth. She bashfully took the bite. This wasn’t the first time he’d done this, on the contrary, he fed her all the time. Even a lot before they were together. Like when he’d feed her chips while her focus was locked onto a video game, or when he’d want her to taste test what he was cooking…

So he probably thought nothing of the action, but Luz was a bit embarrassed he was doing this in front of her ex girlfriend. She picked up her own spoon and made sure he didn’t have the opportunity to do it again.

The waiter had brought them the check with the desert. And once they laid out their payment it was quickly collected and their receipt promptly given to them. The fastest Luz checkout had ever seen. It was hilarious. The manager clearly wanted them gone as soon as possible.

As the group stepped outside, Willow pulled both Luz and Hunter into a hug. The three laughed, smiles wide.

“I love you guys! We should do this again sometime! Have a nice night!” She bid them goodbye.

“Peace,” Amity threw up the sign with her fingers to go along with the farewell.

The couple summoned their palismen and took off into the night. Luz turned back to Hunter, who was still watching their fleeting forms.

“Is this where the night ends?”

Hunter pretended to think, stroking his barely-there beard that he should really start trimming into a goatee.

“Hmm. Nah.”

“Well, then where to next?”

Flapjack flew out of his pocket, transforming into a staff midair that Hunter than caught with a flourish. Luz knew Hunter practiced tricks like this with Flap, so instead of appreciating how cool that actually looked, she couldn’t help but giggle in response. His gap teeth looked adorable as he grinned at her.

“There’s a show in Latissa we could make?”

“Lead the way, hotshot.”

***

Latissa was significantly cooler than the Left Arm. Lack of boiling sea spray.

The garage band played horrendously. Whoever these bards were, they needed to get kicked from the coven. Seriously, what was this. Titan, it was absolutely grating.

There were people standing all around, hooting and hollering. Guess Luz wasn’t the target audience, and with one look at her boyfriend, she could tell he wasn’t either. Hunter was staring straight ahead, spaced out. She tugged on his hand. He immediately gave her attention, scanning her for problems.

“Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?”

Luz laughed, “Actually, I was thinking we could get out of here,

He nodded, as she reached up to him,

“I will take that jacket, though.”

He quickly shrugged the hoodie off and draped it over her shoulders. She took a sniff of the collar out of habit. Hunter looked amused at the gesture.

“There is somewhere else I want to go, before we leave town,”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

“Oh we’re gonna be cryptic now, huh?”

“Yep.”

Luz playfully rolled her eyes, “how long then?”

“Oh it isn’t very far. We could walk, even.”

“Sounds good to me,” Luz offered up her arm for him to interlock with his, as she let him lead her to wherever this mystery place was.

He lied. It was across town. Not close-by at all. It was quite the walk, but it was time spent together, so she didn’t mind.

“Where did you even hear about that show? That band was awful. Good thing bards wear a lot of red because they’re gonna get tomatoes thrown at them one day,”

Hunter laughed boisterously, “HA! Yeah, they stunk,” he mimed wiping a tear from his eye, “I just heard about it in the shop one day. Some guys were talking about it.”

“Well those guys have bad taste. They were so bad,”

“So bad,” he agreed, “But it’s fine. I just wanted an excuse to get you to Latissa.”

That caught her curiosity, “why?”

“Well,” he ducked into the alleyway in front of them, leading her by the hand, “we’re here actually.”

“… a dirty alleyway?”

“Our dirty alleyway,” he smirked.

Hunter started climbing up the fire escape, stopping to help her get a foothold as well,

“C’mon!”

Luz had a feeling she knew where they were going. She clambered up after him, finally reaching the top, where she was greeted with a familiar rooftop.

“I can’t believe it’s still up here,” she gasped.

Hunter patted the bricks where the old painted lines of a large glyph still decorated the wall, “I know right, you would’ve thought the rain would’ve washed it away by now, after all these years…”

“Huh,” Luz marveled, “this was a nice surprise.”

He stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She looked up at him, eyes wide.

“Hey,” he began, “I’m sorry about tonight.”

“You don’t need to apologize,”

“Yeah, yeah I do. This was a shitty thing to do to you, putting you through this. I should’ve said no to this whole thing.”

Hunter dipped closer to her, and Luz felt like a magnet was pulling her in.

“It’s okay, really, I,” his nose was brushing hers, “I forgiv—“

He captured her lips with his.

She melted into him. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her hand came up to rest on his jaw. She pulled back just a moment to readjust their noses, allowing her to deepen the kiss.

They parted for air, and Hunter longingly stared into her eyes, lovestruck.

“Crikey,” Luz gasped out, before she heard herself,

“DAMMIT! AGAIN?!”

What was it about first kisses that suddenly made her Steve Irwin??

[thatgirl4815]

So! I just found this picture from when they were filming (https://64.media.tumblr.com/d26d626a15156984abd9294fa66435e0/66e4766c059416ae-a4/s1280x1920/8531ea234eea891f8369b0b6cfc59337310378ed.pnj) sorry for the long link! it kinda seems like Ray has a bruise on his mouth? and it also seems like he has on the same outfit as this scene (https://64.media.tumblr.com/70ec496c388d22b8245c7919d6dbbc03/66e4766c059416ae-15/s1280x1920/a9ac510b38197f0463f428fde77cbce6a3c96cd1.pnj) which i find really interesting! Did something happen after that scene, did they fight? or maybe Ray fight someone else? idk but thought i would share haha

Ooh YES, actually this reminds me of a post I made during filming time (feels like forever ago now!) here which calls attention to that little bruise we see. Since then we’ve seen a bit more of Ray in that shirt—just so we can view everything side by side, I’m gonna include the pics here (in no particular order)…

Ok, I believe that’s every time that white/black shirt appears! With all of those in mind, maybe they spend the day together, then they go to the club (the same club Sand sells his plum wine, it seems), Ray tries to serenade Sand with a song, they drink and smoke together and Ray gets something on his shirt so they go to the dressing room (😶)…and then they get into a fight? Or Ray fights someone else?

The timeline is confusing because Ray is definitely wearing the shirt when he has the bruise, but I don’t see the bruise in any other pic (besides the BTS one). That could imply that he gets the bruise in a later scene. After the dressing room scene, does he put the black/white shirt back on or change into something else?

I’m probably overthinking this, lol. But anyways, yes, I agree that bruise is super interesting and I’m excited to learn how all these scenes fit together! Can’t wait for the episode to air so I can find out how bad my timeline theories are, haha.

[realitymirage]

Testing comic (Test-Tale) is completed!!!

Great news everyone!!! My first sprite comic, correctly named Test-Tale, is finally done!!

I created it so I could show my skills, so that people would be interested and have trust in me!

While it's rather short, it has some very important information about UNDERTALE: Reality Mirage, along with UNDERSWAP, such as the new name of UNDERSWAP, which is...

UNDERSWAP: A NEW DAWN!

Yup, that's right! I finally came up with a title for UNDERSWAP! Took me long enough, haha!

Anyways, the reasoning behind the name is that UNDERSWAP is a 'new dawn' in Reality Mirage Chara, Frisk, and Gaster's lives, along with the characters living within the UNDERSWAP universe. Plus, it sounds peaceful!

Anyways, next section!

TEST-TALE

With Test-Tale being completed, that means the production of UNDERSWAP: A NEW DAWN's sprite comic can finally happen! All I need to do is get sprite work done for the Ruins cast, start actually getting the rooms all made, then production can be on it's way!

As for Test-Tale itself, the only real roles I had set up are;

The Unused Human as Frisk.

Ruins Dummy Ghost as Chara.

Mad Dummy as Flowey + Asriel.

Undyne as Toriel.

Alphys as Asgore.

There's no lore set up either, sadly. It was just a test WORLD, after all!

Also there are a few formatting errors and spelling errors... Text it REALLY hard to use in Paint.Net, but I hope the quality is still good despite this!

Closing Remarks

Well... That's it! I have nothing more to say, other than thank you all so much!!! I can't wait for you all to see what I'm going to make, and I hope you guys are excited as well!!

Now I hate to sound like I'm begging and all here, but... Please be sure to reblog my posts and follow this blog! It helps to get more people to see UNDERTALE: Reality Mirage and helps with my motivation as well!

And now, without further ado...

Fair warning, the links in the Imgur folder are a little messed up. Sadly, there is nothing I can do about that.

I hope you all have an amazing rest of your day, afternoon, or night! and, don't forget...

STAY DETERMINED!

[sakvvra]

SenHaku Week 2024

Day: 1

Prompt: First Times

Summary:

After the time machine passes its final test, Senku and Kohaku decide to host their wedding.

Or…

Kohaku takes his last piece of just barely existing virginity the night of their wedding.

Links: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59148793?view_adult=true

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“Long live the newlyweds!”

Loud cries of cheers and applause reverberated in the venue, the sound of wine glasses clinking with wine glasses following soon after. From the elevated sweetheart table Kohaku could see her sister smiling sweetly at her father right by her side, grinning so widely she worried his face would be stuck that way.

This is the first time in her life where she attended a wedding with the intention that she was the one being wedded. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t panicking.

In just a moment, tonight would be it. Both her and Senku’s virginity would be lost to the other and the two would be forever intertwined. Was she scared? Possibly, she couldn’t help the nerves and overthinking that somewhat overcame her whenever she was reminded of the clock ticking lower and lower. However she was more worried about Senku and his reaction.

He was the one who pushed going the older, traditional way her village has adapted as culture, mentioning how it was not all that different from how they did it in his era. Although he did also say that couples in his era also didn’t have the patience to perform abstinence before marriage.

Kohaku found her cheeks warming at the thought, sitting back down in her seat along with Senku just before the applause died down and everyone engaged in their own conversations.

They decided to wait a while before leaving the venue, allowing her senses to be soothed by the warm smile Senku pointed to her. She squeezed his hand in her lap and he rubbed his thumb over the surface of her fist.

“Are you ready to go?” She says softly, her blue eyes looking for any signs of his appearance that would prepare her for anything that speaks ‘no’.

“Mhm, I doubt they’ll notice us gone anyway. I told Gen to keep them from swarming us when formalities were done.”

He had given them perfect time for the freshly married couple to formally slink away from the venue and make their way to the hotel on-site, allowing the others to drink and entertain themselves to their heart's content.

The hotel room was warm and the lights were dim, there was only one bed of course. Both she and Senku had separate rooms earlier the day to get prepared, and checked into a different room for tonight.

“I want to know if you’re okay with this, we can wait if you’d like.”

“…I wouldn’t want it with anyone else at this moment, I want this.”

Wife and Husband.

“I want you, Kohaku.”

Senku had memorized the way her body was shaped, knew where she wanted him to touch her. He knows what makes her feel good — she knows the same for him, if not more than he knows about his own body. She moved onto his lap, stripping him from his suit and bowtie while he reached his arms around her small waist and started to untie her soft lace corset.

They took it slow, nimble fingers brushing against skin as soft kisses were shared between giggles when he kissed against the flush of her ear.

Kohaku gasps and playfully taps his shoulder with a loud chortle. “S-Senku, stop playing around… haha!”

She’s ticklish behind her ears… He notes in a fuzzy haze, her laugh makes his face warmer and his brain feels like it's spinning — he buries his face even further and presses more kisses along her slender neck.

“Pffft! You're such an idiot…”

Fuck... She’s the only person he’ll allow to call him that.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

His heart pounds, he wants to take in her scent again. But instead Senku helps her slink out the dress, and she lets out an exhale as her breasts are freed. He's seen them for what feels like ten billion times already but everytime still feels like his first.

“That corset wasn't too tight, but wearing it for over six hours is way too much for my chest.” Kohaku sighed softly, he hummed in response and moved his hands to her hips, all that remained was her panties.

“Ready?”

“I can’t say no even if I wanted to.” Senku groans, he grips onto her hips so roughly a small squeak escapes her. “My dick is so hard it’s driving me insane.”

The growing grin on Kohaku’s face nearly made him want to as well in response. “Well then, are you gonna do something about it?”

Damn. He bites back a groan and narrowly avoids the feeling of his cock twitching in his pants. “No, not yet.” He breathes, she looks at him with a confused look before she feels him putting in enough strength to lift her on the bed beneath him.

“I want to make you feel good…”

He’s gone down on her before, but at the time he was heavily carried by his own knowledge of female anatomy and Kohaku’s teachings.

This time will be different.

His eyes flicker to hers and before she can say anything, he lowers his body until his face is hovering her cunt. His warm breath sends chilly breezes over her drenched pussy.

She flinches when she feels his tongue presses slightly on her clit and blows, applying a pinch of pressure that leaves her breathless. “So that’s how you’ll be tonight, h-huh?” She pants, helping him bring her legs over on his shoulders.

He doesn't respond, but gives her one last glance before his crimson eyes narrow down to her slick folds, gaze glazed with desire. The sudden change in his expression makes her shiver.

Not any different from the first time, when Senku eats pussy, he wastes no time.

The first thing he did when he leaned into her space was lick a stripe up her pussy. Kohaku moaned softly and gripped the sides of her legs at the immediate pleasure. Her stomach clenched when he licked a few more times, starting from her entrance to the top of her clit. He made sure to gather whatever slick had managed to collect throughout her pussy, spreading her lips with his two fingers to make sure no surface of her cunt was left untouched by his tongue.

His hand palm faces up as his middle finger is pressed just enough into her sopping hole that the tip of it can feel the way her hole tries to desperately swallow his finger in.

"Mmfgh... ishhh thish good?" He slobbers, deep crimson eyes moving up to her flushed face as he zones in on her clit. Her eyes roll back into her skull as he wraps his lips around the sensitive little bud again, this time letting his middle finger slip in more.

The soft gasp followed by the whimper let out by the intrusion has his mind reeling. “Y-Yes, so good...” She slurs.

“F-Fuh… you got better at this…”

She reaches down and threads her fingers through his hair as he pulls away and begins kissing a trail down her inner thighs near her core, she grabs his hair a little tighter than before and he finally moans against her cunt.

“Mmm?” She hums.

“Mmhmm,” he hums back and the vibration makes her shiver with a sigh. She holds her breath and watches as he takes one long lick of her outside lips, tongue flat against her flesh. He does it again, then a third time, till she finally huffs and makes a fist in his hair; he groans and breaches her lips with his tongue to reach the heat inside. His tongue slides against her inner folds, teasing her swollen clit before swiping back down to circle her cunt.

Kohaku’s heart is pounding over ten billion miles an hour and to make things worse, Senku adds a second finger to her seeping hole. She whines at the feeling, fucking herself on his fingers by pistioning her hips to each one of his pointed thrusts. He moves his attention to her clit again, his brows furrowing and his eyes closed as the hold on his hair tightens even more.

He looks so fucking cute eating her pussy, no doubt his cock was painfully hard as of now. She could see tears pricking the corner of his eyes and she just knew if she wrapped her thighs around his head she would get to see those tears finally spil down that pretty face of his.

No, not tonight. Next time.

Instead she opted to push his head in further, she could feel a muffled moan against her bud. She can hear the slick sounds he makes between her legs. She clenches her thighs with him in between. Fuck, she’s starting to feel the insides of hersex clenching and she comes to the conclusion that she’s close.

He senses it too. How it pulses in flickers when he dips his tongue in. He growls. A few consecutive hard thrusts with his fingers, before forcefully parting her lips back up, rubbing the flat plane of his tongue on her clit in rough motions, edging her towards her climax.

“S-Shit…!”

Senku quickly removes his fingers and her legs flail to his head and tightens. He is shamelessly lapping her up—gladly slurping and swallowing everything she gives him as if he’s on the brink of death and her pussy is the only thing that’ll nurse him back to life. Last time, he let her ride out her orgasm—let her buck and rut against his fingers until she’s satisfied, but tonight he’s impatient.

She wheezes when his tongue flickers back to her sensitive clit, she tugs his hair upwards and at this point he's just allowing her to drag his head anywhere. He’s yanked away with a soaking wet ‘pop’ from her cunt. Oh God, was he seriously going to continue if she didn’t stop him?

Kohaku was left reeling at the thought, her cloudy eyes picking up the sight of him licking every last bit of her cum from his mouth and chin. He looks absolutely fucked out.

“Kohaku…” He whines, pressing his cheek onto her thigh, the desperate look in his eye tells her that he's not waiting anymore.

The bed moves slightly as he pulls up upwards to her, she could taste her slick on his tongue. Senku moans in her mouth, he brings her legs to the side of his waist and his bulge eagerly leans on her cunt, an exhale leaves her. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to wait anymore.” Kohaku presses soft kisses on his cheeks, pausing when she sees a tear and wipes it away.

“Tears?”

His breath hitches, cursing beneath his breath when he blinks and another tear falls. “S-Shit, just ignore it, I’m fine.”

She hums softly and moves to leave kisses on his jaw. “I understand.”

“Are you ready?” Senku whispers, his eyes looking in hers for any sign of disapproval before her answer. After a moment of pause, she nods. “Yes.”

Fuck, he was so perfect for her during all this time. So patient and obedient and now They’ve been through so much shit together and now they were finally safe in eachothers arms.

They both share a gasp when he sinks in, she's so wet it makes his vision go white.

He suddenly chokes, hips stuttering against hers and he's afraid he might buckle down. “Fuck.”

“S-Senku…” Kohaku moans, snapping him out of his foggy daze. Her lips tremor as he pauses, allowing herself to be properly stretched out as her pussy invites in as much as possible.

The hefty length makes her head swirl. When the dull stinging pain shifts to that mouth watering pleasure, she looks up to Senku with a shaky smile and nods. Find your pace. Her gaze reads, and she speaks. “You have to move.”

Right, he can’t fumble this now. He tightens his grip on her thighs and finally moves.

He thrusts his hips into hers, all the air left her lungs and now it's her turn to choke. “S-Shit, just like that.”

He leaned over, placing a hand by her head as his pace started to quicken. “God, you’re so tight.” He moans as he snaps his hips forward. His abdomen pressed deliciously against her clit, providing some much needed friction. She pulled him down into a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he rolled his tongue over hers.

After a couple of thrusts, Senku slides inside of her fairly easily now and she squirms and grunts in his mouth. The friction between her legs feels heightened as her muscles squeeze around him. He starts gyrating his hips, the tip of his cock hitting all the right spots with each downstroke.

He moves and braces his hands on the back of her knees, forcing her eyes wide open.

Then, his hips move faster. Harder. Deeper.

The slap of his skin nearly echoes inside the hotelroom as he just casually fucks the sanity out of her brain with each thrust.

Her senses are overwhelmed by all things–the powdery scent of his skin, his pretty little moans with each push, his smooth skin on hers, his comforting weight, and his thick cock pumping inside of her. With an angle so perfect and a rhythm so right that she wonders if his body was made for her. She squirms and writhes underneath him as the pleasure engulfs her like a flame that he stokes and tends until it’s wild and uncontrollable.

He IS a virgin, right?

“Kohaku, Kohaku, Kohaku, Kohaku,” he slurs, his eyes screwed shut as cute whines collapse from his throat.

Yeah, a virgin like she’d thought.

“Fuck, I-” he chokes out, “I- I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your body. I love the way that you feel around me. I love how you make me feel. I love how-” his voice breaks again and he buries his head in her neck. She can tell that he’s reached his peak.

“I love you too, Senku,” her heart swells, pressing more kisses onto his shoulder. “You know I’ve loved you for a long time, baby.” She can feel tears finally spilling on her neck, craving more of her touch. He’s so, so close. She feels him nod. He knew, he always knew.

“Y-You wanna cum inside my pussy?” She cooed at him. “Give it all to me, I want to feel you fill me up so good.” Another whine leaves him, sniffling into her heated neck.

The pleasure builds, and builds, and builds, and then it shatters her. Kohaku squirms under his body as her climax rips through and seizes her. White light dances before her eyes and her hearing weakens from the strength of her pulse. Her pussy was clenching so hard around his cock that he nearly exploded inside her—his pre-cum hot and searing like ignited oil.

She felt Senku tense for one last time. Slowing down slightly, he pauses every time he hits her wall. Bringing one of his hands down to her lower stomach, he presses into her to feel the sensation of him inside her. “F-Fuck!” With one last thrust, he’s spilling over, and she can feel thick ropes of his seed coat her insides filling her straight to the womb until it leaks past her plugged entrance. If she felt full before, she’s even fuller now.

Strained whimpers turned to soft, light breaths in the heated room. With a nod in agreement, he pulled out of her with shared gasps and collapsed beside her.

“Holy…”

“…Fuck?” Kohaku grins.

Senku snorted at her antics. “I was going to shit.” He looks at her devilishly. “But fuck sounds executed better.”

She giggles and he lets out an exasperated sigh. “I think this is the last time I'll be on top. I never want to do something this physically challenging again.”

“Oh, suck it up.” Kohaku scoffs jokingly. “You’ll leave me disappointed as your wife this fast?”

The room went silent for a moment, so she rolled onto her left to cradle his arm between hers. He had a thoughtful look on his face before he turned to look at her lovingly.

“Did I do… okay?”

Was he serious?

Kohaku snorted, a grin growing on her face. “Do I look okay? I haven’t come this hard tonight than I have any other time.” She hardened her stare when his eyes faltered. “Senku, you were perfect.”

They shared another warm kiss and cuddled till the sweat on their skin grew too bothersome to ignore.

@senhaku-week

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THOSE ALL SOUND AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU ARE A FOUNTAIN OF BENEFICENCE

LOUIS PHOTOGRPAHING LESTAT how has there not been more fic about this?????? I mean you said Louis directing Lestat's photographer lol so maybe he won't do it himself, but just any fic with them involving Lestat being photographed with Louis in charge, yes please.

REUNION FIC FROM YOU truly the gods are good

I CANNOT WAIT FOR YOUR 1.6 FIC!!!!!!!!!!!! maybe this would be getting into too much detail about the fics in advance, but the thing about at least one of the fics being in the same universe as the other two fics made me think of something I've wondered related to that scene in 1.6--the scene is obviously very consensual sex that Lestat is thrilled to have, so there's no comparison between Louis and Magnus OBVIOUSLY, but I have wondered if the rough sex combined with other physical injures would make Lestat think about Magnus during that at all...I could see it either way, that maybe it would, or that his feelings about it are so so different that it wouldn't (and maybe it occurred to me more because he talked about Magnus AFTER that scene). And if he did think about Magnus at all, would Louis pick up on anything? He wouldn't have any context for it at that point. ANYWAY, whether or not there's any shades of that other stuff in it, a 1.6 fic from you is going to blow my mind with hotness--that whole scene was so brilliantly done and begs for more fic to flesh it out--so I am extremely excited.

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Bahaha, thank you, anon!! The cat's lowkey out of the bag with the photography one now, because an anon did send me a prompt that sort of formed the basis for it (but hopefully they see this and know that I'm working on something too, haha).

The reunion fic is one I'm really, really loving writing now that I've found my own way into it. It kind of feels like it's own beast in so many ways, which I've really enjoyed. I've read so many great reunion fics and didn't want to write something until I felt I had something fresh to give this little fandom space, and this story has just opened up to me in unexpected ways and been a bit of a gift creatively. It's pretty different from what other people have done, so I'm sure some people might not like it, but hopefully it resonates with others.

The structure of it has let me weave basically a bunch of Rue Royale-era fresh memories/mini-fics, practically, into it too, which has made me very happy to write, haha.

And yes, the Magnus question is a really interesting one for 1.06 - I've answered something before that I now can't find, but it is really interesting that the show chose to position Lestat disclosing the cliffnotes of his turning after (very consensual, as you said! but also) clearly rough sex + feeding. Like you said too, Louis has no context at all prior to Lestat's partial disclosure (and one Louis has obviously read into what Lestat both did and didn't say given Claudia and Daniel's reaction, and Louis' own behaviour in Magnus' tower). I tend to view the show linking those scenes as Louis seeing enough mmmm, physical and emotional give, I guess, in Lestat to allow him to come home again after his abhorrent act of violence against Louis, but I also think it's partially this performance of compromise.

Like, gosh, the dynamics at play are even a part of why there's room for Claudia to cast doubts on Lestat's honesty, right? But yes, sorry, more to your point, I don't know! The victim-survivor experience is not a uniform one, and how memories surface is anyone's guess. With my writer hat on, I tend to think the dynamics play out so differently, not just with Lestat and Louis' mutual love for one another, but Louis being a character of such warmth and heat, affection and lust, that it would hopefully be enough of a separation to Magnus that Lestat could ground himself. But yeah - - who knows at this point. I've said it before, but in the books, Lestat's a character who just like - - doesn't deal with enormous trauma, which is a part of why Claudia rightfully haunts his ass, so I'm really curious to see what the show does with that.

[arcplaysgames]

Yosuke, audibly tearing up: HAHA i bet chie is crying right now lmao ANYWAY I GOTTA GO IRON THE DOG, BYE

I want Chie and Yosuke to accidentally go see a sad movie together and bawl their eyes out and then make a pact to never speak of the incident again. Or, wait, Yosuke would want a pact, Chie would be like "dude have you MET me i cry at the drop of a hat! everyone has seen me cry! i'm not a baby about it like you!" and then they fight about it but Chie agrees not to tell everyone Yosuke cried.

YUKIKO BEST GIRL. man i remember back at the start of this game when i didn't dig her vibe and now i just am happy every time she shows up bc its sure to be good

anyway, everyone celebrates new years together, and I have a full body flashback to another Reverie Vantas, standing at Naganaki Shrine in Iwatodai and the beautiful music that came with the turn of the year as the end of the world was nigh.

I sure fucking hope the end of the world is not fucking nigh AGAIN.

also everyone look at naoto's winter outfit. my god the transmasc swag is off the fucking charts. look at them. that's a BOLO TIE. their pants are plaid print. impeccable. I'm applauding.

Nanako and Reverie make a Teddieman. It's adorable.

Then the game is like "hey go say happy new year to all your slinks" and i thought I'd pop in on Margaret and Marie

(also, Persona, you are a COWARD, let me have a link with Igor. COWARDS)

Marie is gone?????? The fuck.

This sounds like it's gonna kick off the bonus dungeon so good for me hitting the flag? but also what, she's GONE?

My favorite duo arrives because Yosuke has plans for a skiing trip, but also I just am thrilled to be a bystander in the Yosuke And His Annoying Younger Brother He Found In A TV Dimension show. Yosuke literally feels years older when Teddie is around because he's constantly sparking off him in that particular sibling way. It's genuinely heartwarming.

Yosuke: teddie is such a pain in the ass

Teddie: I'll stay with sensei for a few weeks

Yosuke: WHAT WAIT NO 8C

It'll be okay, Yosuke, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Maybe your parents will draw up official adoption papers. Teddrick "Teddie" Hanamura. That sounds awful but we're gonna roll with it!

also thank god teddie is here bc Dojima and Nanako are out of town for a bit so Teddie is the one there when Reverie fucking collapses. WHICH HAPPENED IN P3P TOO ODDLY ENOUGH. Persona be like "oh, ur near the end of the game? inexplicable illness time!"

Weird.

Reverie dreams of Marie standing in front of the bonus dungeon, I assume. I ACTUALLY THINK YOU'RE PRETTY NEAT MARIE SO I WILL SEE YOU LATER! WAAAAAAAIT FOR ME, I'M COMIN' etc etc.

good ol teddie

Margaret calls to inform us that she's on google maps looking for the bonus dungeon and will get back to us as soon as she has directions. the Velvet Room has terrible data reception.

WAIT NO THIS IS PRE-GOOGLE MAPS. she's gotta use MapQuest to plot a route and then find a printer to make a copy of it. That shit takes time.

JUNPEI THIS IS AN EMERGENCY, HOW DOES MY HAIR LOOK wait wrong lightning bruiser i have a terrible crush on. dammit.

[twilightmalachite]

Machina - Test World 2

Author: Kino Seitaro (with Akira)

Characters: Mika, Sora, Makoto

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Cryptocurrency? Digital… money?"

Season: Winter

Location: Information Room

Sora: Sora’s here to play, Yuuki-sense~!

Makoto: Harukawa-kun? I thought you were gonna play outside today.

Sora: HaHa~, Sora did also play with a kite at first!

But today he ran into Mika-chan-san, so he changed his mind~♪

Makoto: “Mika-chan-san”…? Are you talking about Kagehira-kun?

Mika: Nnah, umm…

Makoto: Ahaha, so you were hiding behind the door, Kagehira-kun. Feel free to come on inside, okay?

Sora: Is Mika-chan-san shy? Don’t sorry, Yuuki-sense~ is a very kind person~! ♪

Mika: Nna, that’s not really it… I’m also antiquated with Mako-kun.

I’m not necessarily shy… Nah, it’s really not that at all.

I was jus’ nervous if it was really okay to enter such a big security room like this, really.

I imaged an intelligence room’d be fulla specialized stuff like delicate equipment an’ personal infos, so I was thinkin’ about what if I accidentally broke somethin’…

Makoto: Well, there are quite a bit of wires and stuff around here.

But it’s strong enough that they won’t break if you accidentally step on them. Don’t worry, come and sit down.

Mika: Thank ya kindly. Then, I’ll go an’ take a seat next to you.

So, did’ja also help make this Test World, Mako-kun? Are you involved ‘cuz yer good at games, or somethin’?

Makoto: Yeah, something like that.

I used to be a member of the gaming club, so I was asked by Switch to be a test player.

The Test World is a newly created and hectic place, so they’re trying to get as many gamers as possible to play and help develop the community, y’see.

Sora: Yes! Sora can confidently leave it up to a gamer like Yuuki-sense~!

He spent winter break with Sora immersed in the Test World~! ♪

Makoto: It’s more of a volunteer work thing. But thanks to it, I wasn’t bored at all this winter break!

Anyways. The sun will set before we know if it we just talk.

Let put on the VR goggles and enter the Test World.

Sora: That’s right! Let’s go log in, then!

Use the spare goggles here, Mika-chan-san! ♪

Mika: Ah, okay. Gotcha.

How’m I supposed to wear this, umm…

Mika: !?

Nnah, where am I?! Saison Avenue!?

Mika: Hah, hah… So this is VR now, huh?

Sora: Yes, it is, but… Is something wrong with the goggles?

Mika: No, nothing like that, just… It was so realistic I got surprised, ‘cuz it was a familiar place unlike last time I did SSVRS.

Sora: HiHi~, Sora’s glad it was effective right away! ♪

SSVRS is worked on day and night, so the 3D models are much more precise now~!

In detail, the number of polygons haven’t increased, but rather the goggles have been revised, that way it feels more comfortable and there’s no load on the server~!

Makoto: It’s gotten pretty technologically advanced, hasn’t it? SSVRS’ evolution surprised me too!

So I’m having a lot of fun thanks to that… But really, I want people who don’t usually play games to give it a try.

Kagehira-kun, I’ll be joining you soon at Saison Avenue in SSVRS, so can you put your goggles back on and wait for me?

Mika: Mhm. Sorry ‘bout the fuss, lemme go on back…

Mika: …There we go. How’s that?

Sora: HuHu~♪ It was perfect, Mika-chan-san!

Let’s start off by walking around the virtual world. There’s a lotta shops in this town inspired by Saison Avenue~! ♪

Mika: Whoa… The shops here look jus’ like the real world, but they sell different things.

Trendy clothes and accessories, and furniture too, huh... Oh, and there’s yuru-charas!

Amazing… And all of this was made for VR.

Sora-kun, what’s this VL$ written here mean? Is it different than the L$ we have…?

Sora: Ah, Mika-chan-san has a keen eye! That’s VL$, virtual L dollar… A cryptocurrency that can be exchanged for real money!

Mika: Cryptocurrency?

Sora: Yup! Digital money linked to the real world~!

Mika: Digital… money?

I guess I don’t really get it… What’s the difference between that and real money?

Makoto: Money in the real world is issued by a country and is built on the trust of the country, right? Cryptocurrencies are issued in games and virtual worlds.

…Sorry for interrupting the convo. You guys were talking about something interesting, so I ended up chiming in without a greeting.

Cryptocurrencies are complicated, but in simple terms, it’s like a system where you can exchange in-game money for real-world money.

Since its value isn’t stable and has the disadvantage of crashing like stock prices, SSVRS is keeping it Test World-only as a precaution.

…Right, Harukawa-kun?

Sora: Nice assist, Yuuki-sense~!

Basically, only sales from products sold in Test World stores can be turned into VL$ and used in the real world.

The test players are super active because of that~ They’re creating tons of digital art!

And, if you use a 3D printer, you can even print the things you make in real life! So Mika-chan-san can make lots of things to play with too~! ♪

Mika: Makin’ digital art and making it real… I see. I feel like I’ll be able to keep my promise to Oshi-san then ♪

Alright, I’m motivated to create somethin’ too! Lemme try to make somethin’ in the Test World!

If I can sell it, exchange it for real world money and add it to Valkyrie’s budget, I’m sure Oshi-san will be pleased too. ♪

I’m killin’ two birds with one stone with this. Thank you fer the lesson, Sora-kun, Mako-kun! ♪

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[amysnotdeadyet]

2023 in review

Just the fannish creations, thanks. I don't want to think too hard about how fucking weird and stressful the year was outside of that. XD

I found some old 00Q art hiding on my hard drive and posted it in Feb.

I wrote a short Inception ficlet for @ladyprydian in April to try to jumpstart my muses. It didn't work.

I binge-wrote a whole-ass Sandman fic with (gasp!) fade-to-black porn in it in May.

July brought the Stony games! I was much less prolific than last year, but I managed a few things, starting with 3 little drabbles about perception.

I did a giftfic for the games! It starts in media res and I, being a troll, titled it In Pornia Res because yeah, this one's just pure porn against a background of worldbuilding.

I posted a longstanding WIP that was 100% self-indulgent trash, with Tony and Steve getting Bucky as their new sugar baby and treating him them right. Absolutely just the fluffiest of trash, but 66K of it!

I posted another longstanding WIP that's really pre-slash (I KNOW so weird) but involves catboy Tony, catboy Bucky, and a puppy Steve who's gonna get both (after the fic anyway).

My last little Stony Games fill was 8-bit pixel porn, because of course it was.

Later in August I did the "write what you want to see" thing and banged out (heh) a very kinky Stranger Things fic with Steve/Eddie and a leather bar. Somehow, it's still extremely fluffy.

I drew! Fanart! With pens and shit! Also Steve/Eddie.

And then I made pixel art of them, because why not.

Another Steddie fic, this time a modern AU with 'lost touch' feelings and also banging the rockstar in his hotel room.

And finally, my MTH2021 fic is posting a year late, and will continue on into the new year. It's all done and edited, I just like the daily posting method for getting drip-fed dopamine and also sitting there posting 29 chapters at once is no bueno.

You can find all of this stuff here, so I'm not link-stuffing the post: https://archiveofourown.org/users/swtalmnd/works

What's Coming in 2024 (besides my blorbos)

I have a few more Stuckony WIPs waiting in the wings, including my MTH 2022 fic, which I hope to finish in time to actually participate in 2024.

I have at least 1 novel coming out and maybe 2? I didn't publish ANY original fiction last year (gah), but I finished 1 draft (the sequel to Hive) and am plodding along on 2 more (Julian 4 and something new). I am so slow these days, tho, gah. I have no idea how some people put out multiple books a year, year after year.

I've got a few more Eeveeon arts to share, which I always forget to do on Tumbls.

I might actually open commissions next year (for art, I don't enjoy fic commissions).

I'm gonna a Stuckony Valentine thing, so you'll get at least one short fic from me in Feb.

I'm hoping something new will sweep me into its fandomy arms, because while I do love my current blorbos (MCU & Stranger Things), neither one is really doing the full fixation dance in my brain and that's sad. OTOH I'd like to finish my MCU WIPs before that spark fully dies ahahaha haha ha.

As far as art goes, I'm keeping up my Patreon sketch cards and not a ton else, but my new-new meds are helping me Get Shit Done, so I'm really hoping that I can get back into larger-than-a-playing-card artwork, both fannish and non.

I'm still gonna do more of my 8-bit bullshit, though.

[yalocalfanficaddict]

Finally getting back into the groove of writing even with my chock-o'-block full schedule, haha! I just hope I did this justice as I REALLY want to try to portray the characters the way they were drawn! I sort of accidentally (not really) made this a two-shot but this could be read as a stand alone! Anyways, at the bottom of the post will have a link to the master-list and the other part of the two-shot so enjoy!

Tags: fluff, gen, bromance, developing feelings, canon compliance, Deaf!Bakugou, Pining!Kirishima

Word count: 2409

"Oi! You gonna come or not?"

"You bet I am!" Eijirou chuckles as he jogs after Bakugou. Slinging his arm over Katsuki's shoulder, the two boys grin as they walk out of the classroom. "Also, take that out of context right now, I dare you."

Bakugou grins and shakes his head, hiding his chuckle. "You idiot. Why do you have to make everything gross?"

Eijirou shrugs with a laugh of his own. "Well it's not everything, you just make it too easy sometimes. Besides, Kaminari is like, ten time worse."

As if coming in on cue for a comedic scene in a novel, Kaminari trots after them, arm raised and waving at them. "Yo, guys! Wait for me, guys!"

Unfortunately for Kaminari, he's too far away for the duo to notice him. Eijirou's attention is suddenly brought to Katsuki's ears, noticing something is off. His usual black and red stud combo on his ears are different. Instead, the red piercing looks wider and larger, maybe the size of a pea. Not to mention that it looks like a red hook going completely through his ears. Why didn't he notice sooner, Eijirou couldn't tell, but it did intrigue him. "So uh, I noticed you did a little something to your ears over the weekend. Were the other earrings too small or something?"

Bakugou grins at him and shrugs, but not hard enough for Eijirou to take his arm off of his shoulders. "I mean, yeah, I guess. Got a fucking problem with it?"

He quickly shake his head. "Of course not! But I'm just wondering what they are because I've never seen them before."

"I mean, these specifically are horseshoe tapers. But what I actually want to put in my ears after I stretch 'em enough are plugs or gauges. Don't want them to get in the way of becoming number one, so I'll probably just keep them small and not get anything bigger than twelve point seven millimeters."

Eijirou's eyes widen as a smile of astonishment tugs at his lips. "That's actually sick, dude! What are you at right now?"

"I'd say I'm around ten millimeters. It drove the hag batshit crazy when she saw what I did, but she's not the one doing it to her body so I don't give a fuck."

He laughs hard enough to lean on Bakugou a little, who lightly shoves him back. "Oh my God, how are you still in school? My parents would ground my ass so hard that I wouldn't be able to step a toe from my room."

Bakugou shrugs. "Well, they're both in the fashion world so I got away with it, calling it some stupid trend going around."

Eijirou chuckles, playfully nudging him. "Well who knows? Maybe you might actually start a trend!"

Laughing, the two boys venture into the dormitory common room. A few peers somehow make it there before them, but it doesn't matter. They switch from outdoor shoes to slippers, firing jokes and witty comments at each other. Grabbing a few snacks, the greetings from their friends fall on deaf ears as the boys keep poking and prodding each other before dashing up the stairs to their dorms in a race.

"Fuck you, cheater!"

"Says the guy using his explosions for a boost!"

They pant at the top of the steps, hands on the knees from how fast they moves in such short time. Bakugou puts a hand on Eijirou's shoulder, simulating a push down the stairs, leaving Eijirou to laugh as he swats the hand away and playfully throws him a light hit. "You're just salty that I won without my quirk."

"Shut up."

Scoffing, Eijirou leads him to his room before unlocking it and letting them both inside. Kicking off their slippers, Eijirou flops onto his bed as Bakugou takes a seat on the desk chair. Eijirou looks up with a sigh and a groan as he tugs off his tie. Bakugou chuckles as he watches. "Now what? I know your lazy ass doesn't want to study right now."

"Hey!" Eijirou pouts, tossing his bunched up tie at Bakugou. It falls pathetically at his feet but it doesn't matter to Eijirou as he unbuttons his top button to give himself more breathing room. "You know I'm not some lazy guy—"

"Well not physically, but you sure are academically with your doodling and dozing off."

Pouting turns to soft glares as Eijirou realizes that Bakugou isn't wrong. He does doodle, but it helps him focus. As for the sleeping part...he's never actually fallen asleep before. He would just close his eyes and listen, trying to focus better. Okay, yes, he did sleep in class, but it was one, or two—most likely six—times!

"Yeah...whatever. I do care about my grades, dude. I've just get distracted easily sometimes."

"Well then focus harder," Bakugou states, sounding like ever other authority figure in Eijirou's life.

"I know, I know, bro. Oh, and how your hearing aids treating you with your gauges by the way?" Eijirou asks, trying to change the subject.

Bakugou scoffs and pulls out the spare batteries Eijirou always leaves for him from the desk. "They're fine. I'm not some prissy little pansy that can't handle shit. What about your piercings and your quirk? Wouldn't you break the metal or some shit?"

Eijirou sputters out a laugh and tosses Bakugou a chip bag once he finishes with changing the batteries. "Well I tested it out with some weird earrings my eccentric aunt gave me and they surprisingly didn't break, but I didn't test them with Red Riot Unbreakable because everything breaks when I do that. So I won't wear things when out on the field."

They munch on their snacks for a moment in silence. It was a nice silence that they enjoyed often, despite how rowdy they can get at times. All their thoughts are calmed and Eijirou can't help but sneak glances at Bakugou as his friend scrolls through his phone. After a few moments longer, the quiet is broken.

"So did you see the stupid shit stupid Deku did while training today?"

"What? Like how he managed to catch Tsu in time when she fell from the ledge?" Eijirou asks around bites of food. He licks the seasoning of his snack off his fingers before continuing. "I mean, I thought it was cool that he had a such a fast reaction time. It's almost like your's now."

"Shut up!" Bakugou snaps and throws his empty snack bag at him. "That little twat has nothing compared to me! Besides, Frog Face could've saved herself."

"Whatever man, just teasing you." Eijirou laughs at the sulking pout Bakugou makes while swivelling away from him on the desk chair, flipping Eijirou off. He takes their wrappers and threw them in his trash bin before taking his computer from his bag. After flopping back onto his bed, he begins to look for movies to watch. "So what are you up for watching?"

Scoffing, Bakugou slowly gets up from the chair at the desk and crosses his arms over his chest. "I guess you don't give a shit about your grades, then."

"Well we can do it later! It's what the weekend is for—"

"I was being sarcastic, dumbass," Bakugou huffs, flicking Eijirou's forehead gently. "Let's watch something with action. Maybe that Banana Fish would be a good watch."

Eijirou's eyes widen for a moment. "Nah-uh, no way. That anime is too traumatic and gut-wrenching to watch. It's watch something more wholesome like Death Note."

"How the fuck is that more wholesome? It's basically a brat with a god-complex getting his morals fucked."

They go back and forth, briefly ranting about their opinions on the different anime they've watched, until they finally settle on something. Eijirou fusses with the brightness of his computer as Bakugou turns off the lights and climbs onto the bed to join him. The first episode of their anime begins and it's hard for Eijirou to stay silent.

"Just look at the art style! Studio MAPPA always knows how go to go crazy with details—" Eijirou points out before being cut off.

"Shut up," Bakugou mumbles, wanting to watch the episode in peace and quiet.

"Right..." Eijirou sheepishly mutters before accidentally pipes up moments later. "Oh my God, did you see that? Look at that! The intro song synced per—"

Bakugou doesn't even let him finish his sentence this time. "Shut up or I'll hit you."

"Sorry! Sorry..."

They stay in silence for what feels to be the whole movie, until a weight falls on his shoulder and Eijirou realizes that there's still thirty minutes left. Looking over at his shoulder to see what the weight was, his heart skips a beat when he finds Bakugou asleep. He watches at how Bakugou's lips part as he falls into a deeper state of rest. He grins at how Bakugou curls into him more, wrapping loosely around his arm. Was his heart beating in his chest that loudly or was it the main characters feet thudding against the pavement in their show? Brushing some of his bangs out of his eyes to give him a better rest, Eijirou gasps slightly once he realizes what feelings are fluttering in his chest.

"Do I like him?"

The whispering words are hardly audible, but it's enough for him to flush deeper at the realization.

"Do I have feelings...for my best friend?"

Eijirou needs a moment to collect himself and organize his thoughts, so he scoops him into his arms and carries Bakugou's to his room before going back to his own. Not knowing what to do, he calls the worst yet best person for this situation.

"Oh hey, Kiwi, what's up?" her voice chirps as she props her phone near something that sounds like running water. He must have caught her during her skin-care routine because she also had a green mask slopped on her face.

"Hey, Acid. I uh, need to tell you something."

A wicked grin stretches over Ashido's face as she leans on the bathroom counter while turning the water off. "I fucking knew it."

The blush on his face only darkens, exposing more of his recent revelation. "Knew what?"

"Well it was obvious to nearly over half the class that you two will be going out. Nobody knew who fell first and that doesn't really matter, but I'm still so glad that you decided to tell me first that you guys are dating!"

"Wait, wait wait. No, no, no. I'm not dating Bakugou. We're just friends."

Her brow furrow and she tilts her head slightly like how a cat would when trying to figure out a puzzle. "Really? Well it's fairly obvious with how much you and Bakugou spend time together that at least one of you has a crush."

There's a long silence that's filled with the sounds of Eijirou's breathing and Ashido's skin-care routine.

Slowly, he admits it and everything feels like it's coming into focus like donning proper lenses to clear blurry vision. "I'm—I have a crush on Bakugou."

"Oh so you fell for him first?" Ashido teases, earning a groan and another flush from Eijirou.

"No! I mean...maybe? I don't know." Eijirou got up and paced around his room as he spoke, flicking the light-switch on so he doesn't trip. "Not even Midoriya can read Bakugou to the fullest. Sure, we all have an idea or basic understanding about him, but he's just too...well, he's out of everyone's league to say the least."

Ashido says nothing as her wide smile only grows as she watches him through the video call. "Go on," she rags.

Eijirou finally decides it's a mistake to call the class head gossiper, so he huff out a sigh. "Not unless you promise me that you won't say a word to anyone."

She mimes zipping her lips shut and locking it before throwing away an imaginary key.

"Okay. Well, I think I like him because I can't stop thinking about him. I always want to spend time with him," Eijirou begins. "I think I like because despite his smile being scary to others I find it charming and I think it matches this rather feral energy he has. I like how energetic and passionate he is about hero work. He's also smart, really, really smart. I think I like him because I can't stop thinking about how I just want to run my hands through his hair and feel how soft it might be. I—"

Eijirou feels his throat close up as his cheeks flare up once again. He should've shut up ages ago. Ashido titters as she flops onto the bed with her phone in hand. "Kiwi...I think the word 'like' is way to little to describe how you feel right now."

With a sigh he nods. "I know, I know. Can you help me? You know in middle school that romance wasn't my strong-suite."

After a teasing silence, her grin splits impossibly wider. She's definitely enjoying this more than Eijirou thought. "Hm, I'd say confess to him on Valentine's Day. That way, once White Day comes around, you'll get your answer on what your relationship status is with him."

"But what if he gives me marshmallows, Acid? That's the worse thing to receive so what if that means I ruined everything?"

Ashido gives him an almost knowing look as she answers. "Oh, I'm sure everything will work out. He's your best friend, he'll give you at least a cookie or macarons. You're the closest person to him so I don't think you'll ruin everything."

He groans, the overwhelming feelings and thoughts running through his head is nearly driving him crazy. "Fine. I'll do it."

Blowing him a kiss, she chuckles. "Good luck, Kiwi! It'll all work out whether you stay platonic or not."

Eijirou gives her a weak smile. "Thanks, Acid."

With that, they hang up and Eijirou clutches onto his pillow as he tries to calm his flustering face. Why did things become so complicated so quickly—when did these feelings form anyway? Could he keep himself under control until Valentine's Day? So many questions bolt through his mind as he begins to hear his pulse from how hot the tips of his ears and his cheeks are becoming.

"I wanna be the one," he whispers as he kicks his feet against the mattress of his bed in a love-struck manner. "I might just be the one..."

Master-list, 2/2, main page

in their own little bubble

[sunsetshifting]

Hey! tell us more about yourself id like to get to know u :DD

Sure thing! I'll do my best, anyway!~ (Under the cut bc I ramble a bit haha!)

So, the basics! My screen name is 'Sunny', my pronouns are he/they, and I'm 20 years old! I just recently had my 20th birthday (like 2 months ago), so I'm also an Aries!

I'm bisexual, non-binary, and polyamorous (or at least open to the idea of it!)

(Here is the picrew link) I look a little something like this! Although my hair irl is quite different, as the sides and back of my head are shaved short (sort of like a mohawk, I guess?) I'm also 5'5.~

.

I have quite a few hobbies, including drawing, scripting (for DRs/shifting in general), videogames, and occasionally writing super purposefully garbage fanfic (it's so fun to watch my friends' horrified reactions at the awful crackfics I write.)

I enjoy a good number of medias, anything from itch.io dating sims (I have tons of recommendations on that front) to Fallout: New Vegas. I really favor RPG games, though! Undertale, Cattails, Fallout, Sun Haven, Rune Factory, all that good stuff. I'm also a pretty big fan of pop punk and rock music <3

I really love animals, and have 4 cats (Crybaby, Karkat, Steven, and Padparadscha) and 2 dogs (Pascha and Pixel.) I also really love the snakes around my house (little garden snakes), but those aren't technically my pets, haha!

I tend to spend my time on discord, chatting w/ friends about shifting, games, pretty much anything that comes to mind. When I'm not doing that, though, I tend to be reading, sketching, or napping.

I've currently got 39 desired reality scripts (Might make a post abt those later!), spanning a variety of medias that I enjoy. As said before, I've only mini-shifted (and not to a DR), so I haven't yet experienced these for myself, but I'm super excited to!

My primary DRs atm are Obey Me, Spiderverse, and my Comfort Waiting Room. (I've got 3 different WR scripts, so I like to differentiate them~)

I hope that can suffice for the moment? Whenever someone asks me to talk about myself, I always draw a blank, like I've forgotten every hobby I've ever had haha

<3 Happy Shifting! <3

[blood-starved-beast]

More Hades II posting but now looking into the scenery shown so far. Specifically, the focus is on Hekate’s boarding school, of which it is, given that Melinoe calls her Headmistress in this shot where we have Melinoe conversing with Hekate herself

First off, I assume the boarding school shall be this game’s version of the “House of Hades,” where Melinoe would return to at the end of each run. This area in particular, likely a mirror to the “throne room” of the House of Hades, where you could converse with Nyx and Hades, and also links to the other rooms in the house. In addition to talking to Hekate, we can see that she’s surrounded by witch shades, very similar to the ones Zagreus fought in the first

Considering how the majority of witches are punished, per the codex entry of the first game, it’s a wonder what Hades must think his daughter training among them now. Anyways, these witches resemble the splitters from the first game, the ones you’d encounter in Elysium:

only these, with the moon sigil on their foreheads, are devoted to Hekate. 

Other things to note in this room are how it’s filled with cauldrons of various sizes and uses, with a center one glowing with some green fluid

I’m guessing this pot is likely the equivalent of the Mirror of Twilight of the first game, where Melinoe can concoct some brew that’ll make her stronger depending on the materials she collects on her quest. That, or she can upgrade her weapons that way. We see in a shot in the trailer that might suggest it could also allow for teleportation (occurs at 1:32). Given the other cauldrons in the room, this main area is likely a classroom of sorts, where the other students can practice alongside Hekate in brewing magical potions. 

Next room I want to talk about is the Frog room, or more likely, the dormitories.

Here we see two beds off the bat. One with a matress, another of straw. I’m guessing the floor mattress is Melinoe’s bed, on the account that it’s position in a game accessible way that resembles that of Zagreus’s in the first, and also because in the things next to the bed, there is a framed picture of Froggles in the back too specific for it to be anything else but by Mel herself:

Additionally, if spy through Melinoe’s things, we see a case filled with bottles - likely potions, medicines, powders for spells etc. - a suitcase likely with clothes (neat, unlike Zagreus’s haha), books tagged and marked at different places - likely her notes for her magic classes - a mirror with hands? I don’t know what it could be, but likely something similar to this aspect of Mel’s power we see in the trailer:  

Doubt we’ll interact with it though. There’s also baskets of what looks like lavender and a hanging vine of garlic, possibly material for spells. Melinoe in the full shot stands in a ring that likely allows her to teleport from the main room where Hekate is to dorms, I sense that’s going to be a reoccuring thing in the game. 

In addition to having Mel’s things, the dorm room is also where we can talk to Dora, who sits over some blankets next to Mel’s side of the room. 

It’s possible that she’s Melinoe’s roommate and the owner of the unoccupied straw bed we see in the corner. As the goddess of ghosts, Melinoe likely surrounds herself with them a lot, it’s part of her mythology after all. 

Other rooms include a dining room, where we have this conversation with Nemesis:

I say a dining room cause there’s a guy on top that look like Patroclus, but whether it’s him or a placeholder we’ll have to wait and see. 

There’s a ring of stones on top that suggest his area is connected to the main one where Hekate stands, so it’s technically part of the main room.

The other place we know is the area where Moros stands, likely where the walkway we see in the main room connects to, as he’s seen standing next to what looks like a List of Minor prophecies from the first game. 

Which makes sense, as Moros connected to the Fates in the Greek mythologies. Otherwise, this location looks like a main hall, possibly leading to a teleportation device that’ll take Melinoe back to her dorm likely. 

As far as I know, that’s all I have for the scenery. Hopefully we’ll get some more info soon.